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shares-a-vest · 11 months

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You know who convinces Steve to go to a doctor about his hearing? Wayne Munson.

His own hearing certainly isn't what it used to be. Working at the plant with all that machinery, only some of which required wearing safety earmuffs. Plus his work at the auto shop on the side wasn't the quietest workplace either. If someone asked him, he's sure all the time he spent with a ringing in his ears as a kid when his father took him out hunting with his brother didn't do him any favours.

And he's just so damn sick and tired of arguing with his nephew about the television volume.

At first, he thought it was some petty arguing from Eddie, ever the one to make it known that he is being personally inconvenienced. But then when Steve started staying over, that's when Wayne started noticing that is what it looks like when someone is hard of hearing.

Steve turns his head to favour his right ear and sometimes Wayne suspects the kid can't hear out of it at all. He mishears a lot too - asks people to repeat themselves with an overly polite, "Pardon?". He watches as the younger kids tease Steve, calling him 'an old man' until his shoulders slump and he goes all quiet. He also complains about muffling sounds, though he brushes off any acknowledgment of his issue. And Wayne is sure it all contributes to the poor boy's debilitating headaches that leave him bedridden.

But most damning of all: Steve never complains about the television volume. And Eddie gets all grumpy with the pair of them, huffing off to his room as if he doesn't play his metal music at a window-shattering volume.

So one day Wayne announces he has made an appointment to get his hearing checked. Thankfully, Robin Buckley is there too, eyes wide with opportunity as she slaps Steve's shoulder repeatedly with what he assumes is encouragement.

"Go!" she insists and Steve gives the world's smallest nod in reluctant agreement.

His own hearing test is straightforward and Eddie is satisfied with the aids he comes home with that will hopefully solve all their squabbling.

But Steve's hearing problems are a different story - more complex and requiring plenty of tests. He even has to go off to that Dr Owens fellow who had surfaced at the hospital when Eddie was recovering.

And Wayne finds out Steve has been through a lot more than he is willing to talk about.

Wayne pats him on the shoulder when they return home from Steve's final appointment. He tucks all the paperwork under his arm, shielding it from Steve's view as he makes a beeline for the kitchen to whip up a round of cocoa.

And of course, Eddie is anxiously waiting, jumping up from the couch to crowd Steve who has only just stepped over the trailer's threshold. He shrugs Eddie off and dumps his box containing spare aids, batteries, cleaning tools and a care manual on the coffee table. Wayne catches Eddie's panicked eyes and gently shakes his head in a soft and potentially too-subtle warning as Steve slumps down on the couch with a huff.

Turns out that despite being a respectable boy who always minds his manners, Steve is a horrible patient. Grumpy, resistant, snappy.

Boy can that kid be snarky!

Wayne chews his lip, tapping his foot on the cracked linoleum in the kitchen as he waits for a pot of water to boil on the stove. He knows Eddie is fretting and hovering, waiting to burst with questions. Before today, Steve hadn't said much to Eddie or his friends about his doctor's visits. He was even evasive when he called up Nancy Wheeler to come along and help him sign the complicated paperwork Dr Owens required them to fill out.

He makes quick work of their cocoa and decides to set Steve's on the side table by the couch, knowing he probably won't drink it at all. They'll be lucky if Steve eats dinner tonight at this rate.

"I'll be outside," he announces.

He doesn't bother waiting for an answer. He will just let Steve be for a while. And Eddie is big enough to handle himself...

Eddie waits for his uncle to finally take his beloved Cubs coffee mug out onto the front porch before he twists around to face Steve, who looks set on not touching his cocoa.

He searches for something and stupidly settles on poking at his boyfriend's cheek.

"They look cute," he offers lamely, running his forefinger around to trace the shell of his ear.

Steve slaps his hand away and huffs. Eddie bites the inside of his cheek. Okay, so some flirting that typically turns Steve to putty isn't going to work.

Oh, no.

"Just..." Steve starts before cutting himself off to pinch his nose, "I just need to sit here."

He sniffles and blinks harshly.

"Stevie," he says, voice low and as soothing (and not annoying) as possible, "This is going to be a good thing. It's going to help with your headaches and dizzy spells."

"I feel like an fucking old man," he snaps, gesturing to the door.

"Hey!" he laughs as he gives Steve's earlobe a tug.

"Ouch!" he shrieks, cupping his ear and leaning away.

"Only I get to call my uncle an old man," Eddie says, hand on his heart.

Steve slowly moves back upright and sinks into the couch.

"Eds, I just need to sit here and sulk for a while. I... I don't mean to be pissed off with Wayne."

He follows Steve's eye to the navy-blue box he'd tossed aside. He tentatively reaches forward, teeth clenching in anticipation of Steve protesting him even touching it.

"This all your ear stuff," he wonders aloud as Steve hums and folds his arms, "Can I have a read?"

Steve rolls his eyes but nods anyway.

Eddie sinks back further and further with every line of the hearing aid manual. He had wanted to know everything, but most of the booklet is just an advertisement for the device's brand. He'll have to ask Wayne for details later considering he and Steve had been all hush-hush about his appointments.

He picks up the spare batteries, two little pea-sized silver discs that will surely be misplaced the second they leave the general vicinity of their box. He snaps them back into the plastic packaging, eyes wide open as he goes, too scared to blink for fear they'll disappear on his watch.

Steve leans into his side, lowering down further until Eddie lifts his own arm to give his boyfriend the space to rest his head in his lap. He brushes his hand through Steve's hair, pushing it back enough so that his fingertips can reach his scalp through the thick mop of brown hair.

"Buckley's already working on a bedazzled little box to sit by the bed when you need to take them out," he explains, not expecting an answer.

"Mhmm," Steve murmurs as Wayne comes back inside and smiles.

#i kinda want to write the missing scene here with Dr Owens now...#wayne munson #steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #steddie headcanon #eddie munson #hoh steve harrington #lilys hcs #steve x eddie #healing steddie

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tillman · 3 months

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redrew eddies isuka portrait if you have any issues take it up with daisuke for drawing it in the first place.

#almost/. posted. the . alternate version i drew. uh. we dont. uh. have to talk about that version.#diet dr pepper #tw ugly #eddie

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laurienotteddy · 1 year

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part 5 of stranger things textposts by me

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pandorastower · 3 months

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Art from PLASTIC PROTEIN

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minxxfur · 1 year

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frank-n-furter made his ideal, most fuckable man from scratch using his bare sweat, blood, and probably ass, then proceeded to give him a bowl cut

#half of eddie’s brain did not deserve to reside under that.#rocky horror picture show #rocky horror show #the rocky horror picture show #the rocky horror show #dr frank n furter #tim curry #dr frank n furter rocky horror #frank n furter #gay #frank n furter rocky horror

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lesbiannieism · 2 years

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stranger things + random memes i have on my phone pt. 2

mike wheeler

max, to mike

the sinclairs + dnd

nancy

doc owens' secretary telling him that joyce and hopper are calling again

murray's rules for life

hopper every time he gets home to find mike wheeler with one of his kids

joyce byers every time she's the first person to figure out what's really going

robin

eddie when he realizes that steve is not only a hot piece of ass but also a decent human being

(part 1)

#stranger things #mike wheeler #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #nancy wheeler #dr. owens #joyce byers #jim hopper #murray bauman #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #byler #mike wheeler i know what you are #jopper #ronance #el hopper

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livwritesstuff · 3 months

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oops i have been a little quieter than usual the last week or two. my paid writing time job got v busy and i’m also plugging away at other wips so bear with me if this ‘verse loses some steam for a bit

Anyways, we know that Eddie can be a crafty bastard when he wants to be, and that doesn’t change as he gets older.

As Moe’s second birthday approaches, Eddie is wracking his brain for a gift that works on two levels – the first level being things appropriate for the birthday girl and the second being things that are also subtle gifts for Steve, because Steve is the love of his life and every single thing Eddie does is at least kind of for him (he loves their girl more than he can explain but that will never change).

After ages of searching and ages of pondering to no avail, Eddie starts to worry that he might just have to phone it in with some toy that, sure, Moe would love, but wouldn't mean anything.

And then he stumbles upon a Moe-sized ride-on BMW.

Bingo.

The only thing is – the car is grey.

For a weaker man than Eddie, this would be a problem, but he’s no stranger to the power of craft materials in the right hands (he has, after all, managed to turn a ceramic dolphin into a Behir for a campaign with nothing but paint and a hot glue gun), so he’s not deterred in the slightest. While Steve is at work, he breaks out the supplies (two cans of maroon spray paint and a lot of painter’s tape) and gets down to business.

In the end, it’s not an exact match – the model isn’t even close to right, obviously, but the color’s pretty spot on and it’s got the BMW logo on it, and when Moe’s birthday finally rolls around, the way Steve fucking beams when Eddie rolls the car out has him feeling pretty confident that it’s close enough.

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve tells him, still grinning massively as he watches their two-year-old (holy shit, Moe is two) drive around in a miniature version of his old Beemer, “I can’t believe you.”

“This is the only time you’ll catch me buying a BMW, Stevie,” Eddie replies, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, “Savor the moment. Those cars are garbage.”

#carguy!eddie my beloved #yes this is the same birthday that steve gets moe dr martens that match eddie's #they understood the assignment #steddie #liv's steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

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inbarfink · 3 months

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 6 months

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spencer reid x famous!reader universe

S/N is your shipname

Y/N L/N Spotted Out With Mystery Man

written by TMZ staff

Has Y/N L/N found love outside of Hollywood? The singer/songwriter was seen getting very cozy with a mystery man in New York last night, getting dinner with what looks like some of the mystery man’s friends. Some hard-core Y/N fans have connected the new lover, and the group as being the team of FBI agents on the case of L/N’s stalker earlier this year. Y/N’s fans have become FBI agents of their own, finding any information they can on the man.

What we do know as of now, is that two most likely met in May. During that time Y/N had a stalker, a case the FBI was called in for, a team the included mystery man. And it looks like he was doing a lot more than his job.

Nat ❤️

@/ Y/Ns_dressedlikeadaydream

Are we going to talk about this new guy? How is he?

Gabby @/HaylorStan_Gabriel replying to @/ Y/Ns_dressedlikeadaydream I heard he was like a FBI agent 🤷‍♀️

Nat ❤️ @/ Y/Ns_dressedlikeadaydream replying to @/Red_Gabriel Shut up! Really??

Jadyn @/JadynSpeaksNow replying to @/ Y/Ns_dressedlikeadaydream Yeah, and he's like a genius

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BurntToast_onSunday: Stop! They're so cute!!! Her arm around him in the first pick!! And ong this guy is so hot... I know some of ya'll have already gone searching but let's not go digging into this guys life, he just loves our girl.

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All_too_unwell: They are! I really hope this is the guy, Y/N deserves to be happy!

Y/N_BelongsWithMe: Sorry! I've already dug! He's an FBI agent AND has 3 PhD's

EnchantedbyY/N: Someone else said he has an iq of 180 or something!

BlankSpaceBaby89: God smart and sexy why does Y/N get everything!

Y/N L/N and Mystery Man Out Again!

written by TMZ staff

Y/N and her new man were got again this morning. They were spotted having breakfast together, then were seen again on a walk around the park.

But more important, Y/N fans have dug deep into this new man's life. Finding out the name of the mystery man to be Dr. Spencer Reid, a FBI agent, with 3 PhD's, and an IQ of 187. A Genius!

We are so looking forward to this relationship! Maybe finding a man outside of Hollywood is what Y/N will need to calm her dating life.

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Syd

@/ BlankSpace_Sydney

The way Y/N is showing Spencer her juice box, I can't! Why?

Tina @/LordeandY/N_areLife replying to @/BlankSpace_Sydney Who's Spencer??

Syd @/BlankSpace_Sydney replying to @/Lorde_isLife He's her new boyfriend, he was one of the FBI agents on Y/N's stalker case

Becky @/ NoitsBecky replying to @/BlankSpace_Sydney Babe, get up new S/N content!

Rachel @/I_Said_SpeakNow replying to @/BlankSpace_Sydney How he looks at her!!!!!

Syd @/BlankSpace_Sydney replying to @/I_Said_SpeakNow I know! He's so in love!

#spencer #reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x famous!reader #spencer reid #eddie munson x reader #spencer reid x singer!reader #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 11 months

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Don't Touch Her - James Wilson x peds!reader

description: y/n will challenge whatever threat there is to her children, at any consequence to herself. James will always be there to pick up the pieces.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: sexual assault, child sexual assault, mentions of rape, yelling, angst

authors note: I've realised I'm great at writing angst!

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House’s pov

I stared at the test in front of me.

Everybody lies.

I held the DNA test in my hand, and I could feel it burn through my skin as I limped my way down to the office of my ‘sister-in-law’.

Knock knock.

“Is that Mrs Wilson in there? I can hear you caring.” I shouted through the wood in hopes of gaining access. The door was flung open. I was met by sunshine itself.

“Mrs Wilson? I thought that was you?” She jabbed. “What can I do for you, House?”

Her face was the picture of innocence, and the smile never left her face despite the witty comment. I worried about her reaction. Usually, I relished in the extent of human outbursts, wondering how far I could push them so long as the consequences never fell on me. But this didn’t feel right. This wasn’t going to be fun. I only prayed I could get to Wilson fast enough before these consequences ricocheted back on to her.

She widened her eyes in a silent question of why I was here. Her eyes flitted down to the piece of paper in my hand.

“Well come on, what medical supervillain are you going to brag about curing to me now?”

“Actually, this isn’t my patient. It’s yours.”

She scoffed at my ambiguity and proceeded to take the paper from my hands.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She giggled at the joke she assumed I was trying to make. But my face revealed the truth. When she received no further taunt or clever wordplay her smile dropped. Without much further thought she practically tore the paper trying to unfold it. Her eyes danced across the words on the page and each word took a little bit more life from her face each time.

In a flash she had exited her doorframe and had unceremoniously crashed into my shoulder. I couldn’t even bring myself to mock her for ‘injuring a cripple’ because as I watched her frame run further down the hospital hallway I had more important things on my mind. Primarily, protecting her from herself. And there was only one person I needed for that.

I limped down a few more doors and finally barged into the one office I needed. Wilson turned away from the new photo he was hanging on his wall. It was him and y/n at the beach.

“Please, come in. Have a seat. Thank you for knocking.” He mocked but I remained unmoved. “You’re not taunting back?” His brows furrowed at the abnormality. “Why are you here?”

I looked to my feet, suddenly afraid of my friend’s reaction.

“Your girlfriend is about to do something incredibly brave and incredibly stupid.”

Wilson carefully removed the nail and placed the picture neatly back on his desk. His eyes never met mine until he said.

“Where is she?”

Your pov

Flames burned my soul, and my heart was filled with anguish. I flew down the hallway. People jumped out of the way when they saw my sunny disposition replaced by hard stone. Normally, I didn’t like feeling like an imposition in the hospital. I would run towards a patients room when they’re seizing whilst simultaneously apologising to anyone who moved out of the way for me. Yet here I was, a torpedo through a sea of colleagues.

I made it. Room 309. The doors creaked at the weight of my push. A mother and father sit at their daughters bedside. 10 years old, in for a heart attack. The two parents turned towards me as their daughter remained peaceful and sedated. I was thankful, as the words that were about to spew out of my mouth were not for young ears. I held up the paper and presented it in front of them like a detective who just cracked the case.

“Three days ago, your daughter was brought in for a heart attack. Because of her extremely young age I decided to keep her in for observation so I could come up with a diagnosis for a myocardial infarction in a 10-year-old girl. I was coming up blank and eventually I was going to have to release her back into your care, but I was terrified. Terrified that if I let you go, I’d be dooming your daughter to a disease I missed. That was until today when I found out that your daughters heart attack was brought on by a short but severe onslaught of emotional distress.” At this point the two parents had closed in on me, eager to hear my findings. At this the mother became confused and sought answers amongst her tears. The father remained quiet.

“Emotional distress-I don’t—I don’t understand? Nothing happened before. We would---I would’ve known?”

I opened my mouth to speak but it just wouldn’t come out as my eyes fell on the little girls sleeping form. My eyes drew in and I decided to merely hand the mother the results which I had been given moments ago. She took them from me with shaky hands. I turned to face the man to the side of me.

“The police are on their way.” A loud shriek exploded from Mrs Hart as the words on the page resonated in her already fragile mind. I stared him down. “I don’t suggest running.”

I made my way to exit the room, preparing to actually call the police but also because, as selfish as it was, I couldn’t be subjected to that level of despair any longer. The screams of a mother learning about her child’s pain were enough. However, I was harshly ripped away from the door.

“What the fuck do you mean by that.” Mr Hart had my arm in an iron grip.

“I think you know. And now, so does your wife.” I tried to pry myself free, but he was too strong, and I was thrown up against the wall.

“What are you insinuating!”

“She had vaginal tearing, and her 10-year-old uterus was filled with semen. Semen that was just confirmed as having your DNA from a test which your wife is now holding the results of. Along with a comprehensive list of the injuries you subjected your daughter’s body to.”

I gained new strength and shoved the significantly taller male away from my body.

“My professional opinion is that when you crept into your daughters room that night and started subjecting her to your own examinations, the extreme emotional distress caused her body to shut down and brought on a heart attack. At least we now have the cure, no more playtime with daddy.”

“YOU BITCH!”

He lunged for my throat but not before I fled the room. I should have ran; found James or House or anyone. That would have been the smart thing to do. But I just couldn’t. This man disgusted me, and he needed to feel it. I needed to say it. The police would deal with him later, but I needed to get a few shots in first. I turned back to face him.

“That little girl in there, she depends on you because she has no one else. She trusts you to take care of her and you treat her like that. Every day I take in children, and I work to save them and I work to protect them. Every day I do my job as best as I can only for there to be people like you who take the innocence of a child and control it for their own perverted needs.”

Now he was fuming, and he stalked towards me. A lion to its prey. My resolve began to crumble, my bravery slowly lacking. He towered over my body, and I suddenly felt the fear that his little girl felt every night when daddy came in to her room. His face was confident, but his body held an anger.

“You’re lying.” His face was now inches away from mine. His hot breath washed over my face, and I began to shrink into my body.

“I have the proof. I have medical proof.” I whispered, my eyes struggling to hold his firm gaze

“Papers can go missing. It happens.” As he spoke his tainted fingers found a new resting point in my hair as they slowly began to stroke through my locks. I shuddered at the action that I ordinarily found so much comfort in. I remembered the nights where I would lie on James’ chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. The memory couldn’t save me from the situation I currently found myself in. As I went to speak I could feel the words crawling back in my throat. ‘Don’t antagonise. Play along. Wait for someone. He’s stronger. He’s bigger.’ But these inner thoughts were overshadowed and my mind replayed the first moment that little girl walked into my care.

“Enjoy your last moments of freedom.”

“I’m not going to prison.” He smirked at this, concocting a plan of escape. I had to say it.

“Really? I hear it’s so much fun for kiddy touchers.” In my peripheral I saw his hands fly up to grip my neck. I gasped. But before I could even feel his icy touch around my throat, he was ripped away from me and his back hit the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t ever touch her.” James stood over his body. Just looking at him I felt my racing heart slow. He wasn’t wearing his lab coat, only his shirt and tie with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He panted from the long run from his office. Once he composed himself his professional nature returned.

“Officers, please escort Mr Hart off the premises. I believe Dr Y/l/n and Dr House have the medical proof of the sexual assault of a minor along with the DNA evidence to prove Mr Harts involvement.” The two police officers, who had obviously been called, but not by me, held Mr Hart by his arms as they hoisted him up off the floor. They secured the handcuffs around his wrist whilst reading him his Miranda Rights. “Whilst you’re there you can also add the physical assault of Dr y/l/n to his list of accusations.”

As he spoke, James approached me. At this point, I realised I hadn’t moved since the confrontation. James noticed my thousand-yard stare and approached me like how one would handle a skittish horse. He carefully rolled up the sleeves of my lab coat and he saw the beginnings of a bruise where his hands had gripped me.

I uttered a less than believable, “I’m fine.” Despite the lump in my throat.

His arms eventually wrapped around me, and I sunk into his embrace. He placed a gentle kiss onto my hair. I allowed myself to sink into him more. My head rested on his heart and the gentle thud offered me a consistent beat to focus on.

“How did you know?” My once strong voice came out as a whimper. He only needed to utter the word.

“House.” I felt a warmth spread through my heart at that. He knew. Somehow, he’d known. And James had known. And he knew how to take care of me.

“I don’t need you to defend me.” I spoke, uncertainly, into his chest.

“I know.” James softly said as he stroked my hair and brushed his thumb against the exposed skin of my waist.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He punctuated his sentence with the lightest kiss to my lips. As he retreated, I leaned in to seek him out again and he answered with another, deeper kiss.

We stayed there for a while. Neither of us speaking but our breaths saying everything for us. In that moment, despite what my words said, I had needed him and now, more than ever, I needed him to save me from myself. From the spiralling thoughts that flooded my head ready to push me down further and further. Eventually we separated but our intertwined hands meant I could still make sure he was there, and he wasn’t going to leave. He led me down the corridor, in the direction of his office rather than mine.

“What did you tell the police, when you called them? I was so blinded; I couldn’t even think about following procedure.”

“I didn’t call them. House did. Seconds after he got the results.”

We made it to his office where I remained for the rest of the day. James explained what happened to Cuddy and she allowed me the rest of the day off. James offered to drive me home but, honestly, there was nowhere I wanted to be, nowhere I felt safer than in his arms. So, he sighed and pushed out his chair in a silent allowance. I curled up on his lap as he sat and filled out forms. His left hand wrote as his right gently ran up and down my thighs. We didn’t need to speak; we were just there.

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