#the same wounds that steve got when he was better protected than steve

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Nothing will ever be funnier to me than the Duffer Brothers creating Eddie Munson and bringing him into the show just to kill him off because they're too scared to kill off any of their main characters then it totally blowing up in their faces because everyone fell in love with him and he became the most talked about thing in season 4.

They tried to play it safe like they do every season, by bringing in a new character and killing them off at the end of the season so they could have an emotional death, but avoid killing off any of the main characters whose deaths would actually impact the story and it finally backfired on them.

I have to laugh. It’s ridiculous. They’re ridiculous. Yes, I’m still crushed over Eddie’s death, it broke my heart, but this backlash they're getting is hilarious because their same old tricks finally caught up to them and they're never going to hear the end of it.

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #the duffers are so scared to take risks #it’s hilarious #they couldn’t even commit to killing max #not that i wanted her to die #i love her #but gave el god like powers to save her so she wouldn't be dead dead #while eddie died #and from what? #the same wounds that steve got when he was better protected than steve #the plot armor some of these characters i love have is making me resent them for real #i’m so tired #anyway #eddie munson should be alive

[rogueddie]

The first time Steve and Dustin were alone together was the night they found Will. He had reassured Joyce that the kids would be fine, that he'd call their parents and, if needed, he would personally drive them home. Everyones parents were able to come to the hospital to pick them up.

Everyone expect Dustin.

So, Steve drove him home. He was giddy the whole ride, didn't bat an eye at Steve's presence the way the others had. He'd been more excited when Steve encouraged him to keep telling him about their side, about the little girl with superpowers and their little nerd game.

He'd invited Steve in for tea. Steve didn't have any left at home, had run out a couple days ago, so he agreed. He needed something warm after the day he'd had. He only hoped he wouldn't be intruding.

Claudia was horrified when she saw how bruised and bloodied he was. She had not only made him tea, but wrapped him up in a blanket and got her first aid kit. She was only really able to clean him up, most of the cuts beginning to heal just enough to be find on their own. Not that it made Claudia feel any better.

She'd only gotten more overbearing when Steve reluctantly admitted that his parents still weren't home yet. She insisted that he stay there so she can make sure he's still ok in the morning.

He has to argue with her when she tries to insist he sleep in her bed, while she stays on the sofa. Luckily, Dustin backs him up on that point. He points out that she'd make Steve feel guilty, which Steve quickly agrees with. Together, they convince her that Steve will be fine to stay on the sofa.

She made him breakfast in the morning. Homemade pancakes. She checks over his wounds again and, when she's finally satisfied that he doesn't have a concussion, she reluctantly let's him leave.

She calls him every other day, checking in on him. She stops commenting on his parents absence, just tutting. She only stops calling when, after two weeks, his parents do arrive home. They don't care about his bruises, simply remind him to keep his grades up, to not let the incident effect his basketball 'career'.

Steve finally took Claudia up on her offer to visit any time. She didn't care that he stayed the whole day, even offering to babysit Dustin when she wanted to go out for a little bit and was trying to find her usual babysitters number. He insists she doesn't pay him too, that she'd been letting him squat for long enough that he owes her anyway.

It becomes routine after that. Sometimes Claudia calls him to babysit, usually he's already there. Dustin complains a lot that he doesn't need a babysitter, but Steve can tell that he doesn't really mind. Dustin can rant about whatever he wants to Steve... mostly because Steve isn't really listening but that just means he can rant about the same thing as much as he wants.

The second time Steve turns up at Claudias house, bruised and bloodied, is far worse than the first.

She fusses a lot more, scolds Dustin for the plasters the kids had used to try and stop the bleeding. She had to reopen a lot of the cuts in order to clean them properly. She only needed to bandage one, holding the ice pack to his eye for him for some time.

"You can't keep getting hurt like this," she had tried to scold him. Her voice broke though, revealing the fear she tried to hide.

"He was protecting us," Dustin finally spoke up. He was unusually quiet, almost timid. "B... the guy was going to hurt Lucas. He said he was gonna kill him. Steve was protecting us."

After that, Claudia insisted that Steve join them for their Sunday roasts. At first as a thank you, for looking out for Dustin and the kids as much as he had. It soon becomes something... more.

It wasn't until Dustin dragged Steve home after Starcourt and the Russians, bruised and bloodied once again, that the subtext was no longer sub.

Claudia complained, loud and upset, that someone must have cursed the town, must have cursed her.

"If it wasn't for you having all your friends here, Dusty, I'd move us away. I'd pack all of our important stuff and we'd go, right now. Far, far away where nothing can hurt my boys ever again."

She'd been looking at Steve. She'd been making sure the medics had properly taken care of his wounds. She'd looked at him, pointedly.

"Where you two go?" Steve asked, trying to ignore the look.

Claudia had tutted, narrowed her eyes at him. "Us three. Our little family is already too small. Nothing could make me leave you behind, Stevie. Nothing."

"Oh."

She had smiled, fixing his hair.

Dustin snorted when he looked over. "You're catching flies, Stevie!"

"Shut up!" Steve threw a pillow at him. "You're such a brat!"

Dustin grabbed the thrown pillow, throwing it back at his chest. "You're one to talk!"

"Be careful," Claudia warned.

She sat back with a smile, keeping a close eye on them and making sure that they're play-fighting didn't get too out of hand.

She can remember when she first had Dustin, how much she'd wanted another son to keep him company, a brother who would love him. She can remember how distressed she was when she realized that she never would.

Funny how things turn out, she thinks; funny that she did get her dream in the end. Even if it does come with a lot of stress.

"Dusty, careful! You need to be careful, watch out for his face, ok?" She raises her voice a little. She bites back a smile at the sheepish looks they both send her.

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #fic #ficlet #thingy ma do boo #genfic #STEVE HENDERSON RIGHTS

[rillils]

written for round 5 @stuckybingo, square I5 - Looking after each other wordcount: 1411 pairing: Steve/Bucky additional tags: fluff, kidfic, general silliness, slice of life, dorks in love, dorks in love + their baby

Steve never believed in sunscreen, no matter how many times he got the hide scorched off of him. Used to just sit there and let the sun fry his skin, seemingly content to suffer through all the pretty stages of a sunburn, the blistering and the peeling, the stinging and the itching.

The serum just gave his stubborn ass one more excuse to walk outside in all his dumb, unprotected glory.

“You know it’ll have healed by tomorrow anyway,” he would shrug in the face of Bucky’s reasonable worry. But oh, how he’d hiss and cuss through gritted teeth, Later That Same Day, when Bucky inevitably wound up spreading cool aloe over his poor, neon-bright shoulders, the shade of them a hot raw pink that’d probably get them both sued by Mattel sooner or later.

“Fuck. Fuck. I always forget how bad it gets. How do I always forget how bad it gets.”

And it would take a herculean effort for Bucky to refrain from saying ‘I told you so’, but refrain he would; he’d simply smooth his aloe-covered fingers down to the small of Steve’s back, where the tan line made his creamy-pale asscheeks stand out like two (somewhat flabbergasted) halves of a moon, and he’d lean over to whisper-kiss a fond, “Dumbass”, against the crown of Steve’s head.

* It was fatherhood that flipped that particular switch for Steve.

Already within the first few weeks of her life, Sarah Barnes-Rogers managed a colossal feat which several people, including her very own namesake, had been fruitlessly attempting for no less than a century: knock some sense into her father.

That summer, they brought their five-month-old baby to the beach for the first time, and suddenly Steve’s baseline shifted from a glaring zero, to at least three separate bottles of sunscreen tucked in his backpack at all times – and he wielded them as dramatically and determinedly as King Arthur pulling his sword from the Stone.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Bucky teased while Steve re-applied lotion on their daughter, and then himself, for the third time in one morning, the delicate scent of coconut wrapped around them like a gentle cloud.

“Protection is important,” retorted his husband, always 101% ready to rise to the challenge, even when it was ridiculous degrees outside and the average human felt distinctly like warm ice cream oozing, slow and tragic, towards an indecorous end on a sizzle-hot curb. Sarah wriggled excitedly in his lap, her pudgy little body slippery like a newborn dolphin.

“Important for you, too? Really? I thought you were gonna heal by tomorrow anyway.”

Steve glared at him, mouth pouting with growing intensity within the neatly groomed frame of his beard.

“We lead by example,” he said petulantly, and since he couldn’t exactly stomp away – at least not with all the dramatic flair required by such indignity as Bucky was willfully subjecting him to – he settled for looking away instead, fixing the hat over Sarah’s ears to keep his hands occupied. Stubborn, mulish smartass. Bucky was sure he’d never loved him quite so ardently as he did in that moment.

He leaned between their loungers and smacked the loudest kiss on Steve’s coconut-scented cheek, not bothering (oh, not too much) to hide his smug grin. “Good.”

*

Now, all things considered, it’s no wonder that Sarah’s grown to be such a sunscreen enthusiast.

The second they hit the beach, she wants nothing better than for Papa to help her get coated in the stuff, from head to wiggly toe; and once the procedure is complete, she’ll scuttle off at lightning speed, drop to the ground, and – to Bucky’s endless horror – roll about until she’s got every bit of her greased-up self nice and caked in sand. Sand which they'll still find sprinkled in every corner, crease and crinkle of every towel, bag and piece of clothing they own for a couple of months at least, but what is parenthood if not self-sacrifice?

Before she gets to that, though, Sarah has her own self-appointed job to do.

She plucks the bottle from Steve’s hand and, as per their private ritual, manhandles him into lying on his belly, announcing with her sweet, recently tooth-gapped smile, “I’ll do your back!”

Steve always indulges her with a smile of his own, and lets her climb onto the small of his back, ready to surrender himself to Sarah’s loving, if somewhat fierce ministrations.

For once, though, she doesn’t simply smear the lotion around with her usual excitement. On the contrary, she holds the bottle up and squeezes it meticulously, her brow scrunched up in concentration as she works with slow, strangely deliberate moves.

It’s only after a minute or so that Bucky really sees what she’s trying to do; and by then, her masterpiece is all but complete. The sight of it makes his heart clench with unexpected fondness.

“Daddy! Daddy, can you take a picture? I wanna show Papa, please!”

He takes one look at her hopeful little face, at the blond curls falling over her eyes, the sun-kissed freckles already crowding the bridge of her nose so early in the summer, and there’s no way in hell he’d ever even dream of saying no.

“’Course, baby,” he says, reaching for his phone with no further ado.

“Show me what?” Steve pipes up, twisting his neck to try and peek over his shoulder. “What’re you guys doing back there?”

“Nuh-uh,” Bucky tuts, pushing Steve’s head back down to rest atop his crossed arms, “you stay put for a second, doll. Can’t ruin this shot. Alright, here we go.” The camera clicks softly, once. “Hm. Nope.” Twice. “Eh– almost.” Thrice. “Ha! There. Perfect.”

He helps Sarah down from her perch on Steve’s back, very, very careful not to smudge her precious work, then hands her the smartphone. “Go ahead, baby, show Papa what a good job you did.”

In her eagerness, Sarah all but shoves the phone right in Steve’s face, with a squeal of “Pa! Look, look!”, watching him expectantly.

It’s there, on the screen, that Steve finally gets to see it. A message just for him, spanning almost his entire back, spelling, in Sarah’s wonky six-year-old handwriting, “I LOVE YOU PA ♥”, big squiggly heart included.

Steve doesn’t breathe for three whole seconds; and when he starts again, it’s with a soft, awestruck, “Oh.”

And it might be the stark light, or the warm breeze, or the scent of ocean salt in the air, but when he props himself up on his elbows to look at their daughter, his eyes have a familiar, watery shine to them. One of his strong arms wraps around Sarah’s middle and pulls her in, and he plants a kiss on her forehead, smiling all the while. “Love you too, munchkin. It’s beautiful, thank you so much.”

“Yah!”

Satisfied with the feedback, Sarah can finally run off to fulfill her destiny as a pocket-size sand monster. Steve gazes adoringly after her, then lifts his big, gleaming puppy eyes on Bucky, looking about as lovestruck as Bucky’s ever seen him in the last ninety-five years or so.

“Buck,” he says, soft and just, just on the cusp of choked up. How anyone ever thought they could teach this guy not to wear his heart on his sleeve, Bucky’ll never understand.

“Yeah, big guy. I know. I know,” he soothes, hovering close to place a sympathetic kiss on the swell of Steve’s bicep. “Listen, I’m gonna ask a dumb question here.”

Steve blinks up at him, curious.

“Do you maybe want me to fix your back for you, so you don’t actually burn to a crisp?”

And see, the truth is, he already knows the answer. He knows it with even greater certainty when Steve sinks his face in the crook of his own elbow, half laughing, half groaning, and a hundred percent utterly defeated.

Of course not. Of course he’s gonna lie directly in the nearest sunbeam, and let himself bake there until the words are branded onto his skin, pale white on Barbie-box pink, no matter how short-lived they’ll be.

“Yep. Called it.” He gives Steve’s bicep a gentle pat-pat, knowing that in about ten hours, even that will make Steve hiss with unrepentant, self-inflicted pain - and possibly loving him just that wee bit more for this tiniest of derring-do’s. “I’ll make sure to grab some more aloe on our way home.”

#stuckybingo #stucky #rillers scribbles #i like to call this one 'SCREAM SCREAM' or alternatively #'i don't know what i'm doing' #idk i looked at it for so long that eventually it stopped making sense lmao #(says lmao but is actually in despair) #i think maybe there was something else i wanted to say but i'm forgetting #in my defense i'm dizzy and sleep-deprived?? #agsdjashjskdh help how do you human

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Let Me Heal You!- Natasha Romanov XFemReader!

Synopsis: Natasha won’t let you do what you do best, but that’s not a surprise.

Warnings: mentions of wounds and blood, stubborn Natasha, mutant reader, implications of torturous past, slight mind control, fluff at the end ofc.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: I think this is totally canon. Let me know if you want to see more Natasha! All likes, comments, and reblogs are welcomed!

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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“Alright, the files have been uploaded. Everyone get back to the quinjet!” Steve went over the comms.

‘Oh thank god.’

You let out a sigh, relief finally started to come back as you finally threw the last few Hydra agents away, the relief gave your powers an extra kick knowing that they could rest soon. You really didn’t care where you sent them, they were just lucky to be alive.

You turned around and began to journey back outside to where the quinjet was parked. As you rounded the corner, you nearly collided with Clint. Instinctively, you threw a punch to protect yourself, and he instantly dodged it.

“Woah there, Y/n. We’re all on the same team now, right?”

You sighed again, “Yeah, we are. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you there. I’m on edge and I’d really like to get out of here.”

You didn’t want to be here any longer than necessary. You already knew that this place would mess with your head later and frankly, you were expecting that.

“Alright, no worries, we’re not too far now.”

He took the lead and you followed behind him. He navigated his way around each turn as if he’d been here before, you easily could’ve been the same way if you weren't so distracted during this mission’s briefing earlier in the week.

The pain and exhaustion started as soon as you saw the jet waiting for the both of you. You weren’t too worried about the pain or the cuts, you're an incredibly fast healer thanks to your powers. The only good thing that came from those experiments.

“Let’s go, I’ve got a padded seat calling my name.” Clint said, referring to the hours he had spent on the roof of a neighboring building to keep a look-out.

“I’m going, I’m going. You’re not the only one that wants out of here.” At this point, you were only a few yards from the jet but it still felt so far. “Are you alright? You don’t look too banged up.”

“I’m fine, just a few bruises.” He shrugged and walked up the ramp to the quinjet, instantly slumping into a seat.

You just nodded in acknowledgment, if there wasn’t anything for you to heal then you're good to sit too.

Only a few moments after you sat down, the rest of the team came from their respective areas and found their seats. Tony made his way straight to the front, still suited up.

You were guessing that he’s fine, just a little ticked off and ready to go back to the compound. You did a quick headcount, just to be sure no one is left behind.

“Everyone on and good? Good.” Tony instantly started the jet and initiated takeoff.

“How is everyone? Everyone doing relatively okay?” You asked, scanning over everyone.

Simple nods and a groan or two filled the jet, “No one is missing a limb right? That, I can’t fix.” You felt a little bit better about the situation when you heard a few chuckles.

It wasn’t much but some laughter helps.

You did another scan over everyone, this time you were sure to look extra hard at their injuries. Everyone had superficial cuts that would heal in just a few days and some bruising.

Your eyes landed on Natasha finally, You'd admit that you did look over her harder. It definitely wasn’t because she was your girlfriend and you wanted to tend to her first, not at all. But something was off.

She had her hand over her abdomen and was sitting at a weird angle. Her stoic spy expression was on her face, not a tired expression that she usually has after missions.

To anyone else, this is fine, she is fine. But you're not anyone. She may be a highly trained spy but she couldn’t get past you. You know her better than that.

You walked over to her and sat beside her, she shifted but it wasn’t to be closer to you. She moved to be sitting straighter but her arm didn’t move. Yeah, something wasn’t right.

“You are okay, right?” You asked even though you knew the answer.

“Yup, I’m fine.” That’s a lie. For a spy, you’d think she could lie to you better than that.

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m your girlfriend and it’s hard for you to lie to me. So, I’ll ask again, are you okay?” You were a little more stern this time.

She sighed, “I’m fine really, it’s just a scratch.”

“Uh huh, let me see it.”

“No.”

“Natasha.”

“I’m fine!” She kept trying to insist.

“Are you kidding me?”

She side-glanced at you, “What?”

“Something is wrong and I know it, so, you might as well show me now so I can heal you.”

“Y/n, I’m fine. Really.”

You sat beside her, staring at her face. You would’ve kept eye contact but she was staring ahead at the floor.

The one thing about her, you can’t break her. You know that for a fact, and of course, you know why. Your squinting glare, an attempt at intimidation and persuasion, did absolutely nothing. You weren't surprised though.

Neither of you moved from how you were sitting, and in no time you were all back at the compound.

As soon as you were safely docked, she instantly stood up. You noticed how she tried to hide a wince, and that's when you knew for certain that something was wrong.

Natasha was one of the first people off the quinjet, and if you know Natasha, which you do, you know that she’s going straight to her room to shower.

Well, she was going to try to. You used your powers to make her walk to the Med Bay.

“Really, Y/n? I am completely capable of walking myself.”

You continued to move her forward, “Oh I know, I’m just guiding you where you need to be.”

Natasha groaned the moment she realized where you were leading her. You opened the door and made her sit on an exam bed.

“Sit.” She tried to get up when you released your powers. “Stay.”

She rolled her eyes, “I am not a dog.”

“Good, then maybe you’ll listen better than one.”

Bruce walked in behind you, he had stayed behind so he could have the Med Bay ready for anyone that got injured on the mission.

“Let me see it.”

“Y/n, it’s nothing, it’s just a small scrape.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Then let me see it.” She didn’t move. “Do I have to do it myself?”

She finally gave up, “No.”

She moved her arm. And that's when you saw her suit ripped open and her side was bleeding.

“Nat, that’s not nothing! That’s a bullet scrape!” You moved towards her so you could heal her, but she put her arms up to stop you.

“Let me heal you!” You just wanted her to heal, or to at least stop the bleeding.

“No! I’m fine! Bruce, tell her I’m fine”

It definitely wasn’t the worst injury you’ve seen her come back with, but it wasn’t small either.

He looked around you and saw the wound, “Uh well-“

“Never mind!” She thought Bruce, a trained medical doctor, would side with her.

“Babe, please, just let me heal you.” You tried moving towards her again.

“Oh. I’m sorry, is this OUR wound?? No? Then stay out of it.” Why does she have to be so stubborn?

But you knew something you could say that would change her mind, “If you don’t let me heal you, then you won’t get kisses for a week.”

Her stoic face shifted into one of disbelief and concern, “Hold on now, no need to get carried away-“

“So. Let. Me. Heal. You.”

“Ugh! Fine!”

“Thank god! Now stop moving!”

You finally moved to her side, You looked at her and nodded so she could be prepared. Your healing doesn’t hurt but it’s still something to be prepared for. She nodded back, ready for it.

Nat wasn’t a stranger to your healing, almost every mission she came back from, she needed you to heal something on her.

Even more of a reason why you'd think she'd be more welcoming to your healing, but Nat would always downplay her injuries.

You placed your hand on her side, she winced a little bit when you added pressure.

You closed your eyes when you felt them start to glow, there was something about the glowing that you just never liked. You didn’t understand why that happens when you heal people.

Your hand began glowing against her skin, the tissue now fusing itself back together. You stayed like that for a few moments until you felt your powers calm to a stop.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw Natasha watching you.

You ignored her look as you looked over the once wounded area. Everything was fine and it was almost like she was never hurt to begin with. Though you have magic, it doesn’t prevent scarring. However, it does make it significantly better than it would be if she were to heal and scar on her own.

You backed away and grabbed a cloth, wiping your hands clean from her blood. That is the one thing you’d never get used to. And you never, ever, want to get used to it.

When you turned back to face Nat, she still had the same look on her face.

“You know, I like when your eyes glow when you’re healing.”

“What? Why?” you were so confused, you had never liked it.

She lightly shrugged, “I’m not sure, I think it just makes you that much more beautiful and unique.”

“Okay, I think Banner needs to check you for a concussion.”

“No, I mean it. I really do like it.” She put her hand in yours.

“Really?”

She nodded, “Really.” You smiled at her assurance. “Now I need to shower, care to join me?”

“Is that even a question? Absolutely.”

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[writeshite]

Chaotic Attraction

Summary:

So, for now, it’s the almost platonic cuddling on couches and mystery solving with your group of troublemakers. “Forget it!” Well, mystery-solving is a bit far-fetched, considering most of your time is spent dragging each other by the collar; the whole martyrdom complex seems to pass around a lot. “I’m not letting you face off freaking Vecna on your own!”

Pairings:

Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

Tags:

Reader Has Powers (Chaos Magic) | Protective Steve Harrington | Fluff | A Touch Of Angst

Words: 1584

Author's Note:

A request from one who wishes to remain anonymous for one of our favorites, Steve Harrington. It's been a bit since I watched season 4 so forgive me if things are out of order 😅.

Steve and you. You and Steve. The two of you have a rather flirtatious relationship, what with the looks you give each other, though neither of you is willing to cross that boundary - and friends with benefits doesn’t always have the best ending. So, for now, it’s the almost platonic cuddling on couches and mystery solving with your group of troublemakers.

“Forget it!” Well, mystery-solving is a bit far-fetched, considering most of your time is spent dragging each other by the collar; the whole martyrdom complex seems to pass around a lot. “I’m not letting you face off the freaking Vecna on your own!”

You roll your eyes, “Steve, please,” you raise an eyebrow, “I can throw trees with my mind.” You gesture to your head, waving your hands around as the red flare sparks up for effect. “Anything it throws at me, I can throw back a thousand times better.”

“Oh, like last time when you broke your arm and got thrown through a window?” he quips.

You wave him off, scoffing, “Oh, and you’re funny little bat, do you any better?”

“That’s not the point! You can’t just go it alone!” Steve throws his hand in the air, “Henderson, help me out here.”

Dustin, bless his heart, had been sitting with the others, the three of them watching you and Steve tear at each other; now that the attention was on him, he shook his head frantically, “Sorry, man, I don’t interrupt any lovers’ spats.”

“We’re not—”

“Lovers?!”

You and Steve both utter the words at the same time, then turn back to each other, “You know what fuck you!”

The conversation is about the same every week, Steve doesn’t want you to fight alone, and you don’t want Steve to worry so much; it’s a back and forth every time. And every time you come back to lick your wounds together, “Lads, if we’re done arguing,” Munson’s voice cuts into the argument, “We should make a move on things, chop, chop, unless the two of you would prefer to fuck the anger out?”

Eddie’s hand flies back, whacking him in the face against his will; he falls back in surprise, holding his hands up in surrender when he sits up again. You leave Eddie’s hideout without an answer to the Vecna problem and a few anger issues between you and Steve; another victim goes down the next day, body twisted on the road. The town gets more paranoid, with everyone practically jumping out of their skin; this Vecna’s ten times worse than anything you faced from the upside down, and when Max is next, the cards are off the table.

“I don’t like this,” Steve harshly whispers as you sneak into school. “Breaking into school in the middle of the night—”

You tune out his complaining as you search the counselor's office, flicking through the names until you find what you’re looking for. Nightmares, hallucinations, flashbacks, and symptoms experienced by Vecna’s targets throughout the week before their deaths, some were more forthcoming than others, some not, despite that it helps you piece things together. Though, if it’s inside people’s heads, even with your powers, it’ll be hard to find Vecna’s next victim in time.

“Wait, where’s Max?”

You swivel around at Dustin’s question, “Shit.” 

The atmosphere felt sharper; when you found Max, she was staring off at a wall, walking towards it as if something was there; when you reached out to touch her, there was a painful sting in your mind; a grandfather clock came out of the wall, it’s low toned chime ringed in your ears. Your vision got hazy, and then a hand landed on your shoulder, dragging you back; you freaked out, stumbling away and into a wall as you held your head in your hands. The chiming had stopped, but there was still the overwhelming sense of yours and Max’s own panic running through your mind.

You could feel your hands shaking, and Steve’s voice tried to bring you out of the panic; it doesn’t help when something drops and footsteps come bounding towards you. Steve picks something up, and you all pile behind him, creeping towards the corner as you wait for whatever has come for you. Steve raises his arm, points the torch up, and gets ready to swing; when the steps round the corner, they’re followed by Lucas’ voice.

“What’s the matter with you, Sinclair?!” Steve yells out as you sigh in relief, “I could’ve killed you with this!”

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry….” Lucas doubles over, out of breath; he warns you about Jason and his little band of merry men. Great.

You file out of school after, and the jittery feeling goes down for you, but Max is on edge later; writing out her goodbye letters keeps her busy enough. You pace the room out of her view; no sense in worrying her more than she already is, there's an idea forming in your head, and by the nagging sound in your head, you know it’s a stupid idea. You make your way out of the house, careful to keep quiet, holding your hand out in front of you as some form of GPS - the red glow from your power flashes on and off, and you follow the on flashes. Running into the forest, past everything else, and nearly fall into the lake. “Shit.”

Your hand’s going off like crazy, and you groan, “It had to be the lake,” you scratch your head, “Ok, so I can’t really fly, could I swim?” You wonder, then worry, whether Vecna might have Demogorgon fish waiting under the surface. You go with it anyway; the vertigo of falling through to the upside down is unpleasant, to say the least, but not as unpleasant as the flying monsters that try to take a bit out of you. You manage to fend off one or two, but a whole flock of them descend on you, so you retreat, taking cover in the upside-down Hawkins. The tendrils running through the place are a tripping hazard, as is the rock that flies past your head, which is then followed by Robin’s voice.

“Oh, shit, I thought you were one of those,” Robin flaps her hands, imitating the bat things, accompanied by screeching. She apologizes, and then you’re swamped in a hug as Steve runs to the front of the group.

He pulls back, “You’re okay.” he holds your face, checking for any injuries; you’re better off than he is; there’s dark goop on his cheek, blood, some strangulation marks around his neck, and various ligatures on his skin.

“Yeah…I’m ok; what happened to you?” 

He smiles a little, “You should see the other guy,” he jokes.

You shake your head, “Steve, you’re covered in blood; this is not the time for jokes.” 

“If you two lovebirds are done, we’ve got shit to do,” Eddie interrupted.

You feel a lot better having company in this shithole, your hand brushes by Steve’s once in a while as you make your way to the Byers’ upside-down home. There’s no gun, and to make matters worse, Nancy gets Vecnafied, and it’s a mess. You manage to get Nancy through, Steve calls up to you to climb, but you hesitate when the ground shakes, “What the hell are you waiting for?! Come on!!” Steve yells out.

“Someone’s gotta keep Vecna busy,” you say, and Steve starts shaking his head frantically, gripping the sheet; he tries to climb back through, but you cut it, “I’ll be fine, Steve, just get to work; I’ll keep him busy, ok?”

“No, not okay! You get your ass over here now!” he yells desperately.

“I’m sorry.”

It was not ok; it was very much not ok. Vecna’s little bats do a number on you, and the abomination himself gets a kick out of rooting through your mind, and it takes every ounce of your strength not to twist like his other victims. You barely manage to drag your ass out of that place.

“Maybe we should go see shrinks,” Steve jokes. 

You huff, “I doubt a shrink’s gonna be all nice about this,” you point to his head, “besides, what would we even say? Yeah, we’ve been fighting inter-dimensional beings from day one; oh, and a side note, I’ve got powers.”

“Fair enough; I don’t think I’d believe us either.”

You’re sat on his bed, the afternoon sun shining through and one of your records plays in the background; you’re lying back against him, and he’s been running his hand up and down your arm for the past hour. He kisses your forehead and freezes, but you snuggle close, “Would it be weird if I said I liked you?”

“I’d hope so,” you laugh, “otherwise, this friendship would be weird.”

Steve sits up, and you do so with him, “No, I mean…like like, like like like like, you know?”

“Oh…like like like….” you breathe out.

Steve wrings his hands, “Yeah, like like….” the two of you sit there for a bit, “I mean, you don’t need to say anything…I mean, I should’ve probably kept it to myself; god, this —” You interject then by placing your hand on his cheek, leaning close; you give him a peck when you lean back, and his eyes are wide. Steve dives in for another kiss, his hands hold your face, and when you move back again, he mutters, “Wow….”

“Yeah, wow,” you mumble; he kisses you again, bringing a giddy smile to your face.

End Note:

Did I go back and rewatch Season 4 for more accuracy? No. Stay hydrated 🙃

#steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington x reader #shiterequests #stranger things imagine

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Midnight Runner 3

18+ Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: What's worse than crushing on someone at a time like this? Falling in love with them.

Warnings: season 4 canon scenes just fruitier, background ronance, mentions of steves bloody wounds, hurt/comfort, love confessions (kinda), emotional heart to hearts

word count: 11k

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Eddie was scared of 2 things, currently: spending his life in prison… and dying at the hands of an evil wizard from another dimension. So when he got into the boat with Nancy and Robin, the last thing he expected was to develop a 3rd fear: 

Losing Steve. 

They got out into the middle of the lake and the compass started to freak the fuck out, Robin radioed back to Dustin to say his theory was right and before he could even reply, Steve was taking off his shoes and socks. 

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy wants to stop him before he makes any stupid decisions thank god. 

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this out… unless one of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for 3 years, it’s gotta be me,” he says, so matter-of-factly, rubbing it in that he was the brawn to their brains. “No complaints. Alright?” 

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Eddie doesn’t fight it, he simply takes everything out of the shopping bag he’s been carrying around in his pocket— it had his smokes and a lighter, and all his snacks were gone now. “I do not wanna go down there…”

Steve was going to want to see under the water, and the flashlight wasn’t going to like being wet, so he wrapped it in the plastic bag and tied it real good. Steve’s done nothing but feed him and worry for his safety these last few days, Eddie was going to repay him by protecting him. From the boat. There’s no way he’s going down there with him.

Steve takes his sweater off, Nancy stares at his chest with a look of admiration… he was her first time, she’s always going to look at him a certain way. Robin caught that, staring back at Nancy with a smile that screamed just how fond she was of Nance after getting to know her better these last few days. Eddie watches it all happen, everyone is looking at someone else, they were a party that cared for one another first and foremost. It was nice. It felt like a family. 

“Hey,” Eddie gets Steve’s attention to hand him the flashlight. Steve, ever the flirt, smirks and says hey right back to him. Eddie wants to smile back and say something about him stripping and putting on a show for everyone but there’s this anxious feeling gnawing at his stomach and he can only reply with: “Good luck.” 

“Thanks,” Steve replies, tossing his shirt to Eddie. 

First, he shows up in track pants with that ass, then he admits to liking him and now he’s shirtless and deliciously lit by the moonlight… Eddie takes a cigarette out of the pack and places it in his mouth because sweet Jesus Harrington was pretty. Just as he flicks his lighter, robin takes the cig from his mouth and tosses it in the water. “Gross.” 

Eddies about to say something when Steve starts to stretch and hype himself up, they all notice he’s about to jump and Nancy cuts him off. “Steve…” she panics, making him turn around. She gives him the softest expression he’s seen from her in a long time. 

She can’t verbalize that she still cares for him because what would that mean? They’re exes, and she has a boyfriend… at least, kinda? Robin said Nancy seemed to be having issues with him, so is this all just a way to get over him? She can’t tell him she cares about him, but she can ask him to “be careful.”

He gives her a little nod and then flashes his attention to Eddie. It’s a mere millisecond of his time, but it says everything. I’ll be back for you. 

Before anyone can say anything else, Steve jumps off the boat and into the water. They grip onto the boat and stay completely still as statues, hoping the stele frame will even itself back out on the lake, and eventually, it does. 

All three of them are on edge for the same, yet completely different reasons. 

Robin loves Steve with her entire being, he is the brother she always wanted and the friend she was always supposed to have. He is her person. 

Nancy has a million things she still hasn’t said to him and they all start with I’m sorry. She would give anything to be Steve’s friend again, especially now, especially if it means Robin comes with him. 

And Eddie… Eddie wanted to take him out and show him a good time and god willing, make him his. Repay the favour from that first night and treat him properly from now on until forever. 

He wanted to love Steve Harrington. 

“Where are we at, Wheeler?” Robin asks, her voice shaky with fear. 

“Closing in on a minute,” Nancy replies, watching the second hand on her watch come right back around. 

They’re waiting on the light to come back. They watched it fade as he got deeper and deeper and then it went pitch black. Eddie figured that when he was swimming back up, they’d see the flashlight again and they’d be able to calm down. But they never saw it. The water is pitch black and as still as ever. Like Steve never jumped in, in the first place. 

Suddenly Steve emerges above the water, arms flailing, he takes in a large gasp of air and scares the shit out of all of them but only Eddie yells. “Jesus Christ!” He can’t help it, he’s been on edge for days and Steve just kept scaring him. 

“I found it,” Steve gasps, swimming towards the boat and taking hold of it so he wouldn’t have to tread in the water for so long. Once he caught his breath he’d get back in… it wasn’t going to be pretty trying to haul himself back over the side of the boat. 

“You found it?!” Nancy is so excited to see him and hear the news. 

“Yeah, I found it… it’s more of a snack-sized gate than the mama gate but still, it’s pretty damn big,” Steve explains, the lack of oxygen still evident in his breathing patterns but he’s trying. 

And then something grabs his foot. Steve is tugged down below the water, causing them all to scream and panic, but he comes back up. He wipes the water ff his face and stares at them like what the fuck was that… and then he’s gone again. 

“STEVE!” Eddie panics. “Steve!! No, no, no!!! Steve!” He yells over the other two, leaning over the side of the boat to see nothing. The water is too dark to know what happened. “What the hell was that, man?!”

“Nancy, seriously what the hell was that?!” Robin panics, but Nancy is silent. 

They turn to her with looks of pure terror, but Nancy isn’t panicking. She’s in survival mode— no, protector mode. She doesn’t even think twice, she just places her boot on the edge of the boat and goes to jump when Eddie grabs her hand. “Wait, wait, you’re not going in there, are you?” 

“Just wait here,” she pushes his hand off of her and jumps in. 

“NO NANCY!!!” Robin freaks out next, Eddie hears a similar fear in her voice. The two of them stare at each other, not knowing what the fuck they were going to do without the two people who know what to do in a situation like this. 

Robin thinks about it for a second, she takes a deep breath and hauls herself to the edge of the boat. She didn’t want to do this, but not only was Steve down there… 

“No, no, no, no,” Eddie reaches out. “What are you doing? She said wait.” 

“Yeah, I heard her,” Robin says with another exhale, she was getting ready to go no matter what he said. 

“She’s in charge!” He freaks out because if Robin goes and if Nancy is already down there, he has to go too. Everyone who loves Steve should be jumping in right now to go after him and Eddie is so scared, too scared. He needs an excuse not to follow Nancy and if Robin goes, he doesn’t have that anymore. 

“Are you kidding me? I made that shit up.”

Before Eddie can even say anything, she plugs her nose and tosses herself back off the boat. 

“God-damn-lying-son-of-a-bitch!” He freaks out, tossing Steve’s shirt to the floor of the boat, he stands… then he sits again, but ultimately he stands back up and gets ready to jump in too, “oh this is stupid. This is so stupid… shit, shit, shit, shit!” 

He jumps in head first, the water is so fucking cold. Shockingly so— it is March after all… after the initial shock of it all, he starts to swim deeper and deeper. It’s hard, the water fights him the whole way down, and about halfway there, he sees the glowing red light that must be the gate. He follows it, reaches out for the weeds around it and pulls himself forward until he’s ripped through the gate and tossed out the other side. He was prepared for more water, but he was tossed onto the hard rock that should be the lake floor. 

The first thing he hears is screaming. He stands up with Robin and Nancy who are all searching for him, they can’t see him behind the shipwrecked boat covered in vines, they can only hear him. Nancy picks up an oar from the ground, she tosses it back to Eddie and grabs another for herself, robin on the other hand grabs the once-abandoned flashlight and follows them toward the sound of his screaming. 

Without thinking, Nancy sees the thing attacking him and hits it with her oar as hard as humanly possible, sending it flying. “Hey there.” 

The adrenaline that rushes through Eddie is more intense than any drug he’s ever taken, he’s able to fend off the bats coming to attack them while robin and Nancy hand the two that attacked Steve’s chest. He’s still on the ground, eddies on his way to tear the thing off him when Steve bites into its tail and pulls it off without letting it get away. He swings the bat around like a fucking rag doll, hitting it off the floor again and again until it stops trying to fly away. He places his bare foot onto the centre of the beast and tugs on the tail, successfully ripping it in two. 

The 4 of them back up into each other, nothing’s flying at them, everything is dead… but the pieces of the beasts are still moving around trying to catch up to their own deaths. Once they realize the immediate danger is over, thats when it sets in. 

“Jesus Christ…” Eddie mumbles to himself, registering that he just killed something for the first time in his life and he was in another dimension and it was in fact scary as hell. “Jesus H Christ!!” 

Steve, however, he’s bleeding and tired and he almost drops to the ground if it wasn’t for Nancy catching him. “Are you okay?” 

Steve looks down at himself for the first time, and Eddie sees it too. “They took about a pound of flesh,” Steve chuckles with disbelief, “but other than that… yeah, never better.” 

Nancy checks behind him, Eddie does too, but Steve’s only been bitten on his sides and he’s bleeding around his neck from the spikes on these little fuckers tails… but he looks okay. It looks liveable. 

“Uh… do you guys think that these bats have, like, rabies??” Robin asks, leaning over a bat and staring at it with her flashlight. 

“Excuse me?” Eddie can’t believe he’s hearing her right, that’s what she’s scared about right now? 

“It’s just that rabies are like my number one greatest fear, and I think we should probably get you to a doctor like really soon—” she starts to ramble. Steve looks like he’s heard it all before while Nancy looks at her with disbelief, shaking her head lightly. “—because once symptoms set in, it’s like too late, you’re already, like, dead.” 

In the distance, the bats make their gut-wrenchingly awful screech, drawing their attention away from Robin's anxiety. Eddie rushes to Steve, he goes to stand in front of him but Steve pushes him back, he makes sure he’s in front of everyone. His arms out, he makes sure they’re safe… they are everyone he’s ever loved in his entire life, after all. 

5 bats land around the gate, fishing with their tails for something to eat. “We can take them… right?” Steve whispers. 

But he speaks too soon, lightning illuminates the sky to show off the hundred of bats headed their way for what must be dinner time… there was no way they were taking them all. 

“The woods, come on!” Nancy points, taking off before the others. 

The 4 of them run as fast as they can towards the shoreline, mostly uphill from the deepest part of the lake towards the boat launch, over dead fish and lost tires, around vines connected to Vecna and finally, they reach the forest. There’s enough tree coverage to keep them hidden from the bats, but even if they did see them, they were preoccupied with going to the gate for a snack. 

They run all the way back to skull rock, hiding under it for cover until the sky sounds empty again. It's genuinely terrifying. Eddie has never been so scared in his life… and he’s been through some shit from the age of 4 to 20. Nothing was ever this horrific. 

When the coast is clear, they think they’re fine and all go to stand back up… but Steve isn’t fine. He topples over himself and falls against the rock, barely holding himself up. Nancy rushes to him and Eddie wants to, too… he just doesn’t know if he’s allowed to. He doesn’t know if he’s Steve’s little secret. He doesn’t know how much he still loves Nancy, but he’s starting to realize she might still love him. So he stays back. 

He lets her clean him up, she rips her shirt and makes a homemade bandage for him all while robin rants about rabies. Eddie can’t watch, he runs away once again… standing at the edge of the tree line like a coward because seeing Steve in pain makes him want to cry. Instead, he climbs over a fallen tree like an idiot and takes a look at the land. 

“So this place is like Hawkins but with monsters and nasty shit?” He calls out, mostly to robin so she’ll talk about anything other than rabies. 

“Pretty much,” Nancy answers instead, helping Steve back up to his feet. “Hey, watch it! This is all a hive mind.” 

“Right, shit, sorry,” he remembers what Steve said the other night and slowly but carefully makes his way back down. 

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people, obviously?” Robin double-checks.

“As far as I understand it, yeah,” Nancy nods. 

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and get guns and grenades and whatever else we need to blow up those bath things that are guarding the gate,” Robin suggests like it’s easy. 

“Yeah, I highly doubt that the Hawkins PD has grenades, robin,” Steve shakes his head, “but yeah, sure, they might have guns.” 

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns,” Nancy reminds Steve but the others have no idea. “I have guns. In my bedroom.” 

“You,” Eddie points at her, “Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural? In your bedroom?” He can’t fucking believe it. Little miss goody two shoes was actually keeping guns in her shoeboxes and no one would’ve ever known. 

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin says, overwhelmed and just talking for the sake of it now. 

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver—

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one,” Steve teases, bumping shoulders with her. 

“You almost deserved it,” she says in a tone that sounds a lot less friendly. It makes Eddie’s blood boil the way she stares up at him. 

He just can’t take it anymore. Steve was his. What better way to prove it than to mark him with his scent… he takes off his jean vest and tosses it at Steve, hitting him a bit too hard and taking him right out of his gross little eye-fucking session with Nancy. 

“For your modesty, dude,” he glares at him. 

Steve stares back, about to snap for the unneeded aggression when the earth starts to shake. Robin trips over herself and starts to fall to the floor, Eddie reaches out for her only to fall with her, cushioning the blow with his own body. Nancy falls into Steve and the two of them grip the edge of the rock formation to keep steady until the shaking stops. 

And when it does stop, every critter in this god-forsaken hell-hole starts to cry out. The forest echoes with sounds only heard in one’s nightmares, “yeah, so, guns seem like a pretty good idea to me,” Eddie suggests as the sounds die down. 

“Me too,” Robin agrees, still on the floor with Eddie. 

He hurt his knee when they hit the ground, he rubs it silently, waiting for Nancy or Steve to say something when they walk out in front of them. “So what are we waiting for?” Steve asks, now wearing Eddie’s jacket. 

Fuck. He looked good in it too. 

—

The walk from skull rock to Nancy’s house was too long… they stopped for a few breaks, they didn’t have any food or water so it was a struggle trying to keep going. The only thing that kept them from staying still too long was the sounds of the creatures in the distance. Luckily, they didn’t see anything, but they were definitely out there.

Nancy took the lead, with Robin at her side, and Steve stayed at their rear— he was the slowest with his injuries but also the most alert in times like this, Eddie stuck to his side, evening it up. The girls walked pretty fast, they were deep in conversation about god-knows-what while Steve kept his attention on making sure Eddie didn’t trip and trying to ignore the pain he was in. 

“Hey, man,” Steve turns to him, the girls up far ahead enough that he didn’t have to worry about them hearing… and honestly, even if they did, he wouldn’t be scared to tell Nancy the truth. With the way she smiles at robin when she rambles, he has a feeling that she gets it. 

“Yeah,” Eddie slows down, giving Steve a smile. 

“I just wanted to say thanks… for saving my ass back there,” Steve can’t help it. For a moment he felt like a goner, he couldn’t get loose, he couldn’t breathe… and then all 3 of them came to rescue him. All 3. 

“Shit, you saved your own ass, man,” Eddie bumps shoulders with him, shrugging it off. Steve places his hand on his back and pats him with a smile, it’s a small thank you. “I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.” 

“Ozzy?” 

“When you took a bite out of that bat?” Eddie explains further but Steve still doesn’t get it. 

It’s also part of his shtick; pretend not to care and it drives them wild. So just he stares at Eddie blankly, shaking his head slightly. 

“Ozzy Osbourne?” Eddie clarifies further, looking absolutely let down that Steve doesn’t know him. “Black Sabbath? He-he bit a bat's head off on stage?” 

“I don't—

“No?” Eddie can’t believe it. 

Steve has to look away to fight the smirk bubbling inside of him. This is how he got his hooks into him. He wanted Eddie to keep talking, to explain it all to him with that glimmer of love in his eyes that he gets when he’s excited. 

Robin, just ahead of them, can hear it all. She turns to Nancy with a knowing smirk, “he’s so obvious… he does this thing where he pretends to be uninterested so that it drives them crazy and they want to talk to him more.” 

“He used to do that to me,” Nancy can’t help but laugh, looking back to see them standing so close. 

“It’s very metal, what you did,” Eddie drops his tone and bumps shoulders with him again, practically begging to hold his hand. “That’s all I’m saying.” 

“Thanks,” he takes the compliment, avoiding eye contact so he doesn’t lost in them and they don’t get left behind. 

“Henderson told me you were a badass… insisted upon the matter, in fact,” he keeps going with the compliments. 

“Wait, Henderson said that?” He can't believe it, he half expected them to bond over calling Steve an idiot or something like that… not this. 

“Oh yeah, shit, kid worships you, dude,” he exaggerates, Steve is sure of it. “Like you have no idea. It’s kinda annoying if I’m being honest.” 

Steve laughs, biting his tongue he almost replies, ‘you love it.’

“I don’t even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks,” he keeps going. “But uh, I guess I got a little jealous, Steve.” 

Steve says nothing, he just turns to him with a smirk, that same ego Dustin carries around starting to show in him again. Eddie was just digging a hole deeper into Steve's heart, making a home there with each new true and kind compliment. Normally people just called him pretty… sometimes funny. Never nice. Never loving. Never brotherly or badass or metal. 

“I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually… a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chick love him. Not a douche? No way, man,” he rants, invading Steve's space and talking with his hands. “No way. That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own, personal Munson doctrine.” 

He’s so up in Steve’s face, and so cute, he has to push him away with a giggle. But he comes right back, leaning in close, Steve’s given up on playing it cool and now smiling like an idiot. 

“Still super jealous as hell, by the way,” Eddie teases, close enough to kiss him. 

“Ch-yeah, okay,” he pushes him away, shaking his head with disbelief. He really likes this dork. 

“Which is why I would never have jumped in to save your ass. Not under any uh… normal circumstances—“ they stop when they hear a branch break, flashing the light through the trees, they don’t see anything except Nancy and Robin a fair bit ahead of them, laughing at something funny they can't hear. 

“Nope,” Eddie keeps going, staring off into the distance as he walks and talks at the same time. “Outside of D&D I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run… or at least, thats what I’ve learned about myself this week.” 

Steve follows him, “give yourself a break man,” he reaches out to touch his arm but Eddie grabs his hand and moves it off of him, halting all movement. 

“See?” He points over to Nancy and then stares Steve deep in the eyes. “The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Wheeler, right there. She didn’t waste a second.” 

Steve looks over at her, confused why Eddie’s bringing this up. Nancy just does that. She runs into danger and thinks about the consequences later, that’s just who she is. She’s a protector. She’s an older sister. She’s a strong woman trying to keep everyone in the town safe, not just Steve. But Eddie wouldn’t know that. Eddie only knows her as the quiet goody-goody from some of his classes this year. He knows her as Mike’s older sister with the perm and the pink backpack who is always in the library, reading alone since her friend died. He doesn’t know that she’s a badass with a perfect shot. He doesn’t know she was apprehended by the government and recorded their whole conversation to expose them to the media, knowing she could go to jail or worse, be murdered for it. He doesn’t know the real Nancy. 

Or the real Steve for that matter. 

“Not one second, she just dove right in.” Eddie keeps going, trying to drive his point home but he just draws Steve’s eyes back to his own. “Now, I don’t know what happened between you two, but if I were you, I would get her back.” 

Steve's jaw clenches then. Not again... Not another person in his life trying to get him back with Nancy. 

“Because that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen,” he holds his hand over his heart, staring back at Steve with a look that can only be described as personal heartache. He doesn’t mean what he’s saying. He’s just trying to let him off the hook. 

They look back at Nancy and Robin, so far now they’re barely a shadow in the trees now. Steve, without thinking it through, reaches out and takes a hold of Eddie’s shirt and pulls him closer. His other hand lands on Eddie’s cheek just in time to guide him into a kiss. 

Eddie is shocked at first, stiff as a board for a good second before he settles. He carefully wraps an arm around Steve, inside of the vest so his hand rests on Steve’s bare back. He pulls them in so they’re chest to chest, breathing in deeply through his nose, he makes the kiss last as long as possible before they pull apart… barely. 

They rest their foreheads against each other, Steve rubs his thumb over Eddie’s cheek and stares into his eyes. “I don’t love Nancy.” 

“Okay,” he believes him. 

Everything starts to rumble again, sending them down into the dirt, Steve on top of him and saying Eddie’s catchphrase out of sheer surprise, “god-damn-it!” 

“Here we go again,” Eddie complains, holding Steve close and gripping the dirt for support at the same time. 

It lasts longer than the others, rumbling long enough to make something feel wrong. Really wrong. And then Robin is screaming Nancy’s name over and over. 

Steve and Eddie stand even through the rumbling, Steve takes his hand and tugs him along, running after their friends as carefully and as fast as they can. 

The world stops shaking when they meet up with her at the edge of the tree line, facing the toppled-down transformers covered in vines that used to stand in the field behind Nancy’s home. She’s frozen with fear. Seeing her home like this was a shocking thing. And now they have to go inside it. 

“Are you okay?” Robin asks, rubbing Nancy’s back softly. 

She nods, “come on.” 

The field doesn’t have any tree cover, it’s open and illuminated by the red lightning that cracks in the sky. Robin reaches out for Nancy’s hand, not even noticing that Steve and Eddie are also hand-in-hand. Nancy takes it, gladly, tugging robin along and keeping her safe while they’re exposed in the open like this. 

“I didn’t know they were close,” Eddie mumbles near Steve’s ear as they walk, not too far behind them. 

He shrugs, keeping his own voice down, he slows so they fall back a bit more, “she’s just like that… she lost Barb to a Demogorgon, she’s going to let any of us die down here.” 

“Wait, I thought Brass Barb died in a lab accident?” Eddie says a bit too loud, making Nancy and Robin turn around. 

“How’d you know her nickname?” Robin asks. 

“How’d you know it?” Nancy is extra confused when Robin knew it. 

“She can play every brass instrument in the band, she was interchangeable for a bunch of our players,” Robin explains… “we stood together every day for 2 years.” 

“Yeah, I was there too, until I got kicked out of band for flunking English the first time, you guys were sophomores then,” Eddie sighs, still pissed off about it. 

“Yeah, no, I remember,” Nancy shakes her head. “It just feels so weird to think about how long she’s been gone for, especially when I’m down here…” 

“So let’s get out of here,” Robin gives her a little smile, tugging her along quicker, the boys run just as fast behind them. 

—

Eddie followed Nancy up into her room to find those guns she spoke of, except all they found was her exact bedroom from November 6th, 1983… and while they’re in the past, Dustin and the kids are back in their own time, in the right side up, figuring out exactly what’s going on with these gates. Steve hears them in the walls like rats, almost going crazy trying to figure out why the fuck he can hear only Dustin speaking until the others finally come back downstairs. 

It's Erika's idea to get the light bright, light is literally in the name and you can make anything you want on it. It’s a genius idea and it allows them to talk through universes… she was the future of hellfire, and Eddie couldn’t wait to see what other wonderful ideas she had in her mind once they make it out of this. 

Turns out, what Nancy said earlier was right. Every time the Demogorgon attacked it left a gate and vecna was doing the same thing. If they got in through Patrick's murder site, there had to also be one in the woods where Fred died and on the ceiling of Eddie’s trailer where Vecna got her. 

The last message they send says “bike 2 Eddie’s” and they’re off, running down Nancy’s stairs and through the kitchen, towards the garage. “Hey, uh,” Eddie stops by the fridge, “you don’t suppose there’s like, anything still safe to consume here, right?” 

“No,” Nancy looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Come on, we have 7 miles until we get back to the real world and you can have a snack then.” 

“And what size, prey tell, are these bikes?” He continues to ask as he follows her outside. 

“Ah,” she smiles when she sees them. “You see, they were 12 and in my basement the night the gate opened the first time, so all 4 bikes are still here.” 

Nancy picks up what once was Will’s bike, it has Byers carved into the handlebars. It’s the smallest one, she’s the smallest of the 4 of them, so she takes it.

“So they’re preteen-sized, sick,” Eddie nods, picking up Dustin’s, it has a light on it, and it still works. 

Robin takes Mikes and Steve has Lucas’s, they’re not too small, their tires still have a decent amount of air and all the flashlights work. Luckily, the roads aren’t as covered in vines as the forest, so they can take off pretty fast. 7 miles wasn’t going to be too hard… but it did feel like forever. 

They passed the Creel house where thousands of bats circled around it like birds of prey stalking a meal. They picked up the pace and biked faster, all through the neighbourhoods that hated him on the other side, and even though the town looks like a nightmare, he takes it in as his last look. He has no idea if he’ll ever get to bike through town again without people throwing tomatoes at him… or worse, his last trip through could be in a cop car or a hearse. 

They enter the trailer park and Eddie takes the lead, he takes them down the winding path towards the middle of the park and points at the minty blue and white trailer, now covered in nasty shit, “right here!” 

He tosses his bike to the ground as soon as they reach the grassy part right in front of his trailer. He tries his hardest to catch his breath, arms above his head while he takes a look around… it’s so freaky with the vines and the perpetual darkness, but this is where he grew up. He doesn’t have enough time to panic about how fucked up this is because Nancy is already storming towards the trailer door. 

“Thats gotta be a Guinness world record,” Robin explains, lungs heaving, searching for air but still finding space to talk. “Most miles travelled inter-dimensionally.”

Steve coughs while following the rest of them towards the door, he spits out whatever was in his mouth, “I just inhaled a bunch of that shit.” Then he coughs again, more alarmed this time, “I think it’s stuck in my throat.” 

Eddie swings the door open and heads in first, he almost stops right in the doorway at the sight of his living room's new feature but he keeps walking so they can all get in. Steve closes the door behind them all and they huddle unintentionally for protection, Steve points the flashlight at the gate. “Goddamn…” 

Eddie hasn’t been back inside his home since Chrissy died. The last thing he remembers is looking up from the floor to see Chrissy on the ceiling, her bones breaking, the sound rings in his ear— he swallows, cringing inside at the memory of it all. “That’s where Chrissy died… like, right where she died.” His voice breaks, and he turns to Steve for support and finds it in his eyes. 

They say ‘it’s not your fault’ with the slightest shake of Steve’s head, they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t notice what robin sees. 

“I think there’s something in there,” she panics, fearful more bats will break the seal and they’ll be trapped in a tiny space with deadly creatures. 

They all lean in closer, not stepping closer per say, but studying it carefully from where they are, “what the hell is that?” Steve wonders aloud, it’s exactly what they’re all thinking, anyway. 

Suddenly the gate bursts open, the red membrane breaks and goop starts to spill, they jump back, screaming for their lives for just a second before the adrenaline kicks back in. Eddie and Steve haul the girls back and stand in front but Nancy breaks past, watching the gate drop in horror. “Ugh? What the—

It's a broom handle that’s sticking through and from the other side they can see a brighter version of the trailer floor. They turn to each there with pure amazement. Dustin did it. That little shit pulled through. Literally. 

They hear his giggle before they see him, cautiously taking a few steps towards the gate, they look up to see Dustin, Max, Lucas and Erika celebrating their success of finding another safe gate for their friends, they get even happier when they see Steve, Nancy Eddie and Robin from the other side. Dustin waves, “hi there!” 

“Hi?” They all wave back, absolutely over the moon that they’re rescued and that the kids, their kids, managed to figure it out and get there in time. 

“We’ve got a plan to get you out, don’t worry!” Erika yells up to them. “Get it, Lucas,” she shoves him, sending the boys back to get the mattress. 

Max is holding a bunch of bed sheets tied together to look like the rope they climb in gym class, “we're going to toss this through… Dustin thinks that if it’s half there and half there then it has to stay secure in the middle? Cause that’s where the worlds meet and the gravity is different? I don’t know.” 

“Makes sense,” Nancy shrugs. 

The mattress gets thrown down on the floor and Eddie is immediately embarrassed. He’s had that bed since he was a preteen and it was Waynes before that, he spilled bong water on his bed the morning before shit went south and the others are… he doesn’t even remember at this point. He’s had those ugly yellow and brown butterflies on his bed for as long as he can remember. New sheets weren’t really something he ever thought to put on the grocery list when they had a perfectly good washing machine and no one slept in his bed but him? This is why. 

“Those stains are, uh…” he looks at robin and Nancy and then Steve and then back up, wanting to die ever so slightly. “I don’t know what those stains are.” 

“Mhm,” Robin looks at him with a look of disgust and then over to Steve, who looks at her just as alarmed. ‘This is really the love of your life?’ She asks with her eyes. 

He shrugs and sighs, ‘I guess.’

“Now, I’m not quite sure how these physics are gonna work,” Dustin cuts into the awkward silence and takes the rope from max. “But uh… here goes nothing.” 

He tosses it through and they jump back when it comes flying at them in the upside down. Dustin holds his end so it doesn’t all go through and then it stops. It hangs there with half of it dangling from each side, just as they suspected it would. 

“And if my theory is correct…” Dustin drops the side he’s holding and steps back with a laugh, “abracadabra.” 

“holy shit,” almost all of them mumble under their breath. It’s remarkable just how much Dustin knows and how much of it is applicable to the shit they go through. 

“Okay, pull on it, see if it holds!” Dustin calls up to them, watching Robin reach out and take hold of the rope. She tugs on it with all her body weight and it doesn’t budge at all. They all keep laughing in amazement, it’s just so fucking cool. 

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life!” Erika rants, “and I’ve seen some crazy shit…” 

Dustin reaches back to give her a high five, Eddie can’t even imagine what they mean by that… they’re like a decade younger than him, how could they have seen something that almost equals up to this?

Robin takes a deep breath and takes hold of the rope again, “okay, I guess I’m the guinea pig.” 

The younger group all backup, making way on the landing pad as Dustin puts it. Robin struggles just a bit but finds her footing, Nancy stands behind her with her hands up, ready to catch her if she falls, watching her carefully the whole way through. She flops over to the other side and lands on the mattress, on her back, she sits up with a smile. “Oh thank god… that was fun.” 

Dustin gives her a hand and helps her off the mattress, and she gives him a little hug as a thank you for getting them back through a safe spot. 

Eddie expects Nancy to follow her but she doesn’t and Steve isn’t going either, they’re looking at each other so Eddie just grabs the rope. “All right! I guess I’ll go.” 

Eddie jumps up and starts making his way up the rope, this was his least favourite part in gym but he did it every year, for 6 years. Only this year did they let him skip it and yet here he was, doing it anyway. 

“Easy, easy,” Steve worries, knowing he’s clumsy and he’ll fall a lot harder than Robin did, given how much bigger he is. He’s like a tank compared to her. 

Eddie smacks down onto the mattress and sits right up, wiping his bangs from his face he gasps, “that was fun? Shit,” he takes robins hand and she hauls him up to his feet so they can watch Steve and Nancy make it through next. 

“See you on the other side,” Steve says, not because he’s going next, but because he’s letting Nancy know she is. He’s not leaving until she’s out. She knows that.

She nods, “on the other…” she freezes, her eyes roll back into her head and Steve panics. 

“Nance… Nancy!!” 

“What’s going on!?” Robins shouts through the gate. 

“Oh no,” Steve starts to shake her. “Oh no, no, no, no, no…” 

“Vecna,” Max says it out loud, but everyone already knew. They’ve all seen Max go through this. 

“Music,” Robin smacks eddies arm, “she needs a song, oh my god… oh my god! Steve!! What song would have a good memory for her?” 

“I don’t know?!” He screams back at her, still shaking Nancy, “Dustin, what song played when she danced with you?” 

“I don’t remember!?” He screams, “and I doubt that’s her happiest memory?” 

“It doesn’t have to be the happiest it just has to give her a memory happy enough to get her out of his nightmare, she has to get to a dream, to the light, basically,” Robin rambles and thinks, she’ sees Nancy around all the time… like the other morning. 

Steve dropped her off just as Nancy was getting out of her car. The exact same song was playing on the radio moments prior, she locked eyes with robin and gave her a little smile and then waved at Steve. It was simple. It was happy. It was before all this shit started… yet if it never started, she’d never be this close to Nancy now. 

“The radio,” Robin points at Dustin’s walkie and they pass it to her, she turns the knob towards the radio station thats always on in Steve’s beamer and hopes to god they’re playing Object of My Desire by Starpoint. It’s been so overplayed lately, that she might just— “thank god,” she hears it and cranks the radio to full blast. 

“We can’t toss it through,” Eddie reminds her, “the towers are all down, down there, they’re not going to hear anything once it gets down there.” 

“Right,” Robin looks around, “get me that chair,” she points. 

Lucas hustles over and gets it, setting it up on top of the mattress so Robin can stand on the chair and hold it up to the gate. 

“Can you hear it?” She asks Steve, who’s picking Nancy up around the waist and lifting her up so she’s closer to the sound. 

“Yeah!” 

“Come on, come on,” Eddie mumbles to himself, tapping his thighs and watching carefully. It’s taking too long… it feels like it goes on forever, just like they described with Max. Chrissy wasn’t out this long, she had long since cracked and fallen back to the floor in this amount of time. It must be a good thing if it’s taking forever. 

The song is just about to end when Nancy snaps out of it, panicking and swinging as she comes to. She pushes Steve to the ground and crawls away from him, “it’s okay, it’s okay!” Steve assures her. 

“Oh, thank god,” Robin steps down from the chair and turns the walkie off. She moves the chair off the mattress but stands back on it so she can watch what happens on the other side. 

Eddie steps into view as well, watching Steve soothe Nancy while she pushes him away. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” 

“Okay,” he lets it go. “Can you climb?” 

She nods and looks up to see Robin, she sighs and softens. “Yeah, I can.” 

Robin pushes Eddie back so Nancy has the full mattress to fall down on, they watch her climb the rope carefully and flop down just like they did, only less enthusiastically. Robin breaks away from Eddie and helps Nancy off the floor, “you’re okay?” 

She nods, “yeah, I… I talked to him?” 

“To Vecna?” Max knows but she asks anyway. 

Nancy just nods, following robin off the mattress so that Steve could come through, finally. Eddie anxiously watches as Steve climbs the rope and tosses himself down to the floor with a hiss and a whine, he’s been thrown around quite a bit and it was starting to show. The others crowd Nancy, not knowing Steve was so badly attacked beforehand, so it’s just Eddie that helps him up, he holds Steve close and rubs his arm, “you okay?” 

He nods, “I’m okay…” Steve makes his way over to the others, he places a hand on Nancy’s back, “you don’t have to talk about it right away, you know that?” 

She nods, “yeah, I know… um, we should all take like a few hours to just chill, I don’t think he’s going to get right back to it. I think he likes the challenge.” 

“We shouldn’t be here,” Dustin reminds them that they’re currently inside a taped-off crime scene, “is your mom home?” He asks Max. 

She shakes her head, “no she has a 24-hour on shift at the hospital, she’ll be home around noon though…” 

“Okay, we’ll head next door,” Lucas agrees, opening the door to let Erika out first. 

“Um,” Nancy doesn’t mean to draw all their attention back to herself but they all stop and turn, thinking she’s got more news. “Robin, can you come with me for a walk? I need to calm down and I can’t go alone.” 

“Y-yeah, absolutely,” she doesn’t even think twice, she just takes Nancy’s hand. 

“Don’t go off too far,” Steve interjects, “take a walkie.” 

“On our walkie,” Robin teases, knowing Steve just wants to keep them safe. She even manages to make Nancy smile a bit. “We’ll be fine.” 

Steve knows that but it’s still hard to let her go knowing anything could happen to either of them. “I know,” he gives them a small smile and a nod as they leave, heading over to Max’s with the other kids. Leaving Dustin with Steve and Eddie. 

“Are you okay?” Dustin asks, finally noticing all the blood on Steve and the fact he’s in Eddie’s vest. 

He nods, “yeah I just—

“We need to get him some clean clothes,” Eddie interjects. “You go watch Max, you can be in charge until Nancy gets back.” 

“Yes!” Dustin cheers, Eddie knew exactly how to get him to leave without asking any questions. “I’ll come get you if we need anything.” 

“Sounds good,” Eddie holds the door open for him and pats his back on his way out. He shuts the door once he’s gone and turns to Steve with a smile, “and then there were two…” 

“I’m in no condition to be seduced,” Steve teases, moving over to the counter to lean against it, he’s getting tired. 

Eddie walks over and cups Steve’s face with his hand, staring into his eyes, “I know, sweetheart, so let’s get you cleaned up.” 

—

Eddie's quick to start rummaging around in all the drawers in the hallway, he talks to himself while he does it and eventually pulls out a white box, “found ya, sucker.” 

He cracks the box open and starts heading to his room, Steve watches and follows carefully, “what’re you doing?” 

“Wayne used to hide the first aid kit from me cause I wasted all the supplies once trying to make my own special effects face wounds with the gauze… that’s another story, anyway, I have a bunch of shit in here if you want to get cleaned up?” He suggests, holding up some antibacterial spray and some big bandaids. 

He crosses his arms and smirks, overflowing with what could only be described as love. “You wanna take care of me?” 

“Yeah, Harrington. Sue me,” he tosses the gauze onto the bed, which is now just a boxspring covered in his comforter and pillows. “But, before I can do that, we’ve gotta wash all that blood off of you.” 

Steve sighs and looks down at his chest, this was going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch but he knew Eddie was right. “okay…” 

“Right in here,” Eddie places a hand on his arm and leads him into the bathroom. “You can shower or I can just run a towel over you?” 

“If I shower and then have to get back into these clothes I’m going to freak out,” Steve admits. 

“I was going to let you borrow— well, actually I don’t need anything back, you can wear whatever you want from my room,” Eddie explains, riffling through the linen closet for some facecloths that Wayne wouldn’t mind ruining with blood and bat guts. “It’s not like I’m coming back here anyway.” 

“Hey,” Steve reaches out and pulls his attention back to him. “Don’t say that.” 

“I’m just being realistic.”

“I’m not losing you,” Steve puts his foot down. “Not to jail, not to Jason and his goons, not to Vecna or-or these fuckin’ bats,” he references down to his injuries. “You’re not going anywhere except to dinner with me when this is over and done with. Okay?” 

“Okay,” Eddie manages to smile. “Now would you take my vest off so I can wipe you down? I cant have you dying from an infection before our date.” 

“Okay,” he starts to push it off his shoulders and realizes just how much it hurts to lift his arms and stretch out his chest. “Ouch, fuck?” 

“Sorry,” Eddie apologizes on behalf of Steve's wounds and takes the jacket as soon as it’s off of him. “Turn around?” 

“Yeah,” Steve does as he’s told, slowly but surely. 

Eddie looks at the knot that Nancy tied in the fabric, it’s tight as can be, and his meaty fingers aren’t getting that knot out. “Stay here, I’m going to go get the scissors.”

“Okay,” Steve didn’t mind, he simply takes a hold of the edge of the sink to steady himself and waits. Eddie runs out, Steve can hear him tossing cutlery around in the drawer in the kitchen and then his heavy feet running back to him. 

“Okay, here we go…” he has to hype himself up for this part. He really didn’t want to see how much of Steve was missing under this fabric. 

Steve hisses as the fabric tugs on his skin where it’s been fused by dried blood, Eddie apologizes again and again as he takes it off slowly, making Steve turn around to face him again in the process. “Jesus,” Eddie says under his breath once he takes a good look at the damage. 

“Hot, I know,” Steve teases, giving him a smile before he too looks at it in the mirror. He catches Eddie looking at him in the mirror too, then their eyes meet in the reflection, making them smile slightly. “It’ll be okay… at least it’s not another head trauma.” 

“Yeah, you seem to get your ass beat a lot…” Eddie doesn’t mean it as a dig or an insult, “I mean, that’s gotta affect you somehow?” 

He nods, “headaches mostly, and this ear rings a lot,” he points to the left one. “But it’s liveable.” 

“So, when we get supplies later we should add a helmet to the list, got it,” Eddie teases again and Steve shoves him. 

Steve watches him giggle through the mirror, Eddie picks up one of the face cloths and turns the water on. He plays around with the taps until it’s a good temperature and he wets the towel. “Do you want to sit?” 

“Where?” Steve gestures to the counter or the toilet. 

“The counter would be better,” Eddie thinks, “here, I’ll help—

Steve doesn’t need help, he grips the counter with both hands and stands on his tip toes so that his ass cheek is taller than the counter and he scoots himself back until he’s secure. “There,” he spreads his legs and tugs Eddie between them so they’re closer. 

“Showoff,” Eddie teases him, he wrings the excess water out of the face cloth and brings it over to Steve’s chest. 

“You probably shouldn’t wring it out,” Steve micro-manages him. “You’re going to scrub my skin off if you don’t let the water soak the grime off.” 

“Right,” he doesn’t argue, he simply re-wets it, “get ready…” he says as he brings it over to his chest, water droplets falling onto Steve’s pants and he hisses as it spreads down his stomach, “sorry, sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing,” he says through gritted teeth. “It’s fine, it has to happen.” 

“Yeah, well I still feel bad,” he all but whispers, watching the water turn red as it rushes down his chest. 

He’s so close to the wounds he has no choice but to look and he hates it. It’s not that it’s gross(it is) it’s the fact that it’s Steve and in Eddie’s mind, Steve isn’t just Steve anymore… Steve watches his face carefully, in complete silence while Eddie washes the blood and grime off of him. Eddies face is so concentrated, he bites his tongue and breathes through his nose, he tries to shake his bangs out of his face as he leans in closer to Steve, hunched forward, and they keep falling into his eyes. 

Steve just reaches out and runs his fingers through Eddie’s hair, pushing his bangs back for him. It draws Eddie’s attention back up to his eyes, he looks shocked, “sorry,” Steve whispers. “You just—

“It’s okay,” Eddie gives him a sweet smile. “No one really touches my hair…”

“Me either,” Steve knows what thats like, a bit too well. Out of everything in his life, his hair was the one thing he could control perfectly. Eddie probably felt similarly. It’s something he grew, something he takes care of, something that makes him, him. He’s so perfectly Eddie with this hair. “You’re pretty, you know that?” 

The smirk that grows on Eddie’s face is beautiful, his eyes glisten in the soft yellow light of his trailer bathroom and he’s quiet. There isn’t a snarky reply, he doesn’t tell him to shut up or draw his attention to something else. He just smiles and takes it all in. 

“I mean it,” Steve says for good measure. “Before Robin even suggested that it could be you, I already thought you were too pretty for your own good… it’s why I was so short with you, looking at you was so hard, I just want to tell you all the time that you’re so fuckin' pretty.” 

“You’re going to give me a big head, Steve,” Eddie can’t take him seriously anymore, it was too much affection for him to handle. “Then again, you do give good head.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t play dumb,” Eddie teases him, still wiping down his chest and now avoiding his eye contact. “You like pretty much sucked the soul out of me back there, I haven’t been the same since… haven’t even tried getting laid since, I’m like hypnotized by you, Harrington.” 

“Back to Harrington,” he sighs and leans back against the mirror so Eddie can get at the lower bites on his stomach. “Got it.” 

“Don’t do that,” Eddie picks up on it too. “It’s an endearing Harrington, okay? I need more than 4 days with you to make more nicknames than just Stevie and if I say that around the kids they’re going to have a fucking field day with it.” 

“I guess,” Steve can see where he’s coming from. “Are you afraid of me?” 

“What?” He looks up into Steve’s eyes again, his big brown puppy dog eyes could break Steve’s heart if he looked at him the right way. “Why would I be scared of you? You’ve done nothing but try and protect me?” 

“I don’t know, it just seems like no matter what I do, no matter how open I get, you’re still so closed off? What do I have to do to get you to let me know if you like me back? I don’t want this to just be some end of the world I might as well flirt with him, shit, I want this to work if we live through this,” he’s honest about it. “I’ve done nothing but think about you— well, the you from the woods— for almost an entire year.” 

“That’s not me, anymore,” he whispers. “You know that. We’re different now. Things are a lot different. And if I don’t make it I want you to be normal and not get hung up on me, get back with na—

“I swear the next person to say I should date Nancy again is getting punched,” Steve cuts him off. “I’d rather saw off my arms than date Nancy again.” 

“Then why did you lose it back there,” Eddie points out to his living room. “You can’t tell me that you don’t love Nancy and then react like that. You were distraught dude, don’t lie to me. You still care for her. You still love her.” 

“How would you feel if your friend, not the drummer the other one… Jer—” 

“Jeff.”

“Yeah, how would you feel if Jeff was getting Vecna’d right in front of your eyes? You said Gareth is your best friend, but would you still react with love if Jeff was in trouble?” Steve asks, really getting him to think about it. 

He nods, realizing he’s been over thinking it. “It’s just, you see, Nancy’s pretty and she’s not wanted for murder and—

“And she doesn’t love me. She never really did and she’s happy with Jonathan,” he can’t help but cut Eddie off. “I know Nancy better than anyone here because we dated— if you can even call it dating, but I took her on a few dates, I slept with her the night her best friend in the world died and then I over-reacted when she started spending time with Jonathan, not knowing she was hunting the thing that got Barb for revenge… and then I lost her before I even had her.”

“Oh,” Eddie can’t believe he’s getting the full story like this. 

“And if I’m being really honest with you, I’m not even sure if the love I had for her was real. I can’t hold it against her for pretending anymore when I genuinely don’t remember being in love with her. It was so long ago. But sure, I love her, she’s my friend and she’s Mike's older sister and she’s buddy-buddy with Robin now and I can’t let her die while Jonathan isn’t here! He’s kicked my ass once already, I don’t need more brain damage because I failed to protect someone we all care about. The same way I’d protect Robin or Max and especially… you.” 

Eddie’s never seen Steve talk so passionately. It’s like he took a page out of Buckley's book and paired it with his freakish ability to hold his breath for a long time, resulting in that ramble of truth. He didn’t even know what to say to it, at least he thought he didn’t and then he asks the simplest question. “Why?” 

“Which part?” Steve manages to smile, “the not sure about loving Nancy bit or the falling in love with you bit?” 

Eddie’s eyes do that thing where they get impossibly big and he leans forward, feeling like he imagined it. “What?” 

“I kinda figured since you love me and all, I could say it to you.” 

“Backup, backup,” he waves his hands around in front of himself with his eyes closed for a moment, taking it all in. “When did I say I love you?” 

“You didn’t have to, you just jumped in after me.” 

“Not right away and I definitely didn’t want to?” He freaks out, feeling like he’s been caught and he needs to defend himself. 

“I didn’t want to help Nancy and Jonathan the first time. But I did because I loved her,” he explains with a growing smirk. “I figured you out so easily because I did the exact same thing before.”

“You ran?” Eddie can’t believe it. Badass Steve was actually… kind of normal dude. 

“I showed up to apologize to Jonathan for calling him and his brother queer… yeah I know it was a shitty thing to do given who I am and all, but, after he kicked the shit out of me, I had time to reflect and realized, like, nope, it’s just me who’s queer and what I said was super fucked up… So I went to apologize but imagine my surprise when Jonathan opens the door and he was bleeding from his hand and the whole house smells like gasoline and there is a bear trap in the hallway and a Demogorgon on the way,” Steve honestly can’t believe its a real memory and not a dream he’s retelling. 

“But it was too late, they dragged me down the hall into Will’s room and we waited for the thing to attack but it got distracted? It disappeared again and I took the first chance I had to get the fuck out of there.” 

“I mean, it’s not like they needed you,” Eddie teases, bringing a smile to Steve’s face. 

“I know, but that’s not the point, is it?” Steve points it back on him. He did the same fuckin thing earlier. Nancy and robin probably had it covered and he went anyway. “Nancy Wheeler, given any partner, is fantastic at defending this town. That’s a fact I know for sure.” 

Eddie drops the washcloth in the sink and gives in, he places his hands on Steve’s thighs and looks up into his eyes, “what else do you know?” 

“I know I went back into that house not because I didn’t think she could do it, but because if Jonathan died and Nancy lost him and Barb, and Joyce lost him and Will… I couldn’t live with myself. I went back in because I loved Nancy and I would’ve thrown myself in front of the thing if need be to make sure they were the ones who got out of it okay.” 

“It was a suicide mission?” Eddie softens, putting all the clues together. 

He nods, “I loved her, I hated myself and who I was becoming and it wasn’t changing. Even if I dropped Tommy and Carole, even if I somehow got away from my parent's influence… I never thought I’d get to a point in my life where I could be myself and like myself at the same time. I was ready to die in there for her.” 

“But you didn’t,” Eddie is thankful beyond belief.

“Yeah, but surviving wasn’t any better. The government sat us all down and said we could never speak about it, we were in danger from the Russians if we did talk about it—

“Yeah right—

“No, they were serious but that’s later,” Steve is serious and Eddie can tell. “Nancy and I were told it was best to act as normal as possible and that we’d never get in trouble for being underage and drinking the night barb went missing and while I was super thankful my parents wouldn’t find out, Nancy was pissed that nothing was being done as justice for Barb… I processed it all by pretending it didn’t happen and she couldn’t because she didn’t get closure. Not like Joyce, Joyce got her son back and Nancy was stuck with me and nothing else.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie reaches up to cup Steve’s cheek, “you didn’t look happy that year… I remember she’d sit in the parking lot with Jonathan and you’d always just play basketball in the gym or run track the whole break.” 

He nods, “I always passed you on your way for a smoke.”

Eddie gives him a sweet smile, “you’re the only jock that would pass me without saying something snarky.” 

“I never saw you leave a fight with a black eye,” Steve admits. “I was still yet to win a fight of my own at that point.” 

“I would never hurt you,” Eddie whispers and Steve knows that to be true. It’s why he can open up to him so easily. 

“I didn’t feel worthy of love for a long time,” he whispers back. “Nancy helped, she told me and I believed her but… I knew it wasn’t real. I knew we weren’t having sex cause she remembered how Barb died every time we tried and she didn’t sleep over at my house ever cause it feels haunted to her and the more I tried to be normal the more it made her wish she wasn’t with me. We were both pretending but for vastly different reasons. She didn’t want to get in trouble and I didn’t want to accept the fact that once she left, I was going to be lonely.” 

“Didn’t you already have Dustin then?” Eddie asks, knowing how much Dustin loves him. 

He shakes his head, “no, actually, I was on my way to her place to ask her to take me back after we broke up when I ran into Dustin and he needed help with something from the upside down that ate his cat.” 

Eddies eyes grow wide, “his cat?” 

He nods, “yeah it was one of those demo-dog things I was telling you about, they have the same mouths as the bats but they act like wolves.” 

“Holy fuck?” 

Steve just nods, “it’s been insane and thats just he starts of the second year… last summer we found out that the Russians were in Hawkins under the mall and I went down there with Robin, Dustin and Erika… we barely made it out alive and then we still had to fight the thing from the upside down that came out of the gate that the stupid fucking Russians opened up.” 

Eddie can tell he’s the most traumatized by it so he runs his hands down Steve’s shoulders and shushes him softly, “you’re here now though, we’re working all together on this one. It’s not just Nancy, it’s not just you and the kids. It’s all of us. We can do it.” 

Steve leans forward and kisses him again. He can’t help himself. He has to kiss Eddie as much as humanly possible before they can’t anymore because if he knows one thing from all of this, it’s that the people you love can be taken from you in the blink of an eye. Barb. Bob. Billy… Hopper. They’re all gone and everyone who loved them is devastated now. 

He doesn’t want to know what it feels like to lose Eddie. Thats a devastation that he’d never recover from. 

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[thebridgetonarnia]

we can all blame @blvckwidow for this steddieXspn crossover

the year is 2008, sam and dean are investigating a vampire coven in a normal town in indiana.

steddie and ronance own a duplex together, they do this bc steve and robin are codependent like that, they even have a door on the insides that connect the homes and all four of them will walk in to the others homes whenever they want.

eddie is a famous but only in metal circles musician, steve is an elementary teacher, robin is an interpreter, and nancy is crime journalist.

nancy in her research has been seeing a lot of weird shit happening in their town, weird bodies with weird gnarly wounds on them. it rings alarm bells in her head screaming "demagorgon!" over and over again.

she approaches robin first, "something weird is happening, and i might be crazy bc el said the gates were 100% closed, i even called her to double check, but these bodies are not normal and my gut is telling me something is wrong."

robin immediately believes nancy, they read in the boys and make a game plan.

nancy says that everything seems localized to one area of the town, so they investigate together during the day on the weekend.

in their investigation they run into same and dean. who look at this group of 40-something year olds, with a nail studded bat, a sawed off shotgun, a... sword? and immediately assume theyre hunters.

the lady with the shotgun stands in front of the group, "who the hell are you?" the pretty one chokes up on the bat preparing to swing, taking a protective stance in front of the other two.

"hey hey hey hey hey hold up lady, we're on the same side we're hunters too! We're lookin for the vamps!"

"Vamps? as in vampires? as in undead creatures of the night who suck your blood?" the other woman starts babbling.

sam and dean are immediately confused. but blah blah blah more dialogue and exposition, long story short they end up at a dive bar to discuss whats happening in the town. (brief interlude of steve absolutely FREAKING OUT over the impala)

the fruity four immediately want to help kill the vamps, sam and dean are hesitant to let a bunch of rookies on the scene, but robin says something about this not being their first rodeo and nancy and steve are kind of scary so they relent.

the entire time, dean keeps looking at eddie, like he knows him, like he's trying to place him, it's not until they're all deep in the vampire nest that he sees eddie swing the sword recklessly that he realizes that that's eddie freaking munson but dean cant freak out about bc a vampire is on his ass.

it was probably the fastest that sam and dean ever dispatched of a vampire nest. no one was seriously hurt and all the vamps were dead.

the fruity four invite sam and dean over their house where they realize that its not steve&robin and eddie&nancy, but steve&eddie and robin&nancy

dean watches the couples a lot closer after that, something deep and buried is clawing its way out, thoughts of a trench coat and a gravelly voice flit through his mind.

eddie and steve give dean a knowing look, something that made him feel more seen than he has ever felt in all his years on this earth. he looks away from them, unable to cope with being bared open by virtual strangers.

the six of them chat, they offer sam and dean a room to sleep in, "the kids usually stay in those rooms, but they havent been buy in a while so it should be fine for you guys, we've got plenty of space, and better water pressure than whatever shitty motel your staying at"

from then on, steve and robin check in with the boys at least once a week, to make sure theyre doing okay. sam and dean always stop by if they're passing through the area, nancy creates a network for hunters, eventually opening her own bar (like the roadhouse)

when the apocalypse begins for real for real, the fruity four plus a tiny army of seemingly normal people show up to fight alongside sam and dean. including a woman who can move things with her mind, without demon blood.

#stranger things #supernatural #crossover #sab writes #this got away from me #steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #sam winchester #dean winchester

[eddieslittlefreak]

everybody wants to rule the world - steddie ff.

 summary: as vecna gets to steve, eddie can’t help but fear that the same might happen to him that happened to chrissy

note: chrissy is the loml for me from st, so i can’t help but involve her more times and i think no one minds it. also, what a great way to celebrate the holidays with angst oops- i promise that a pure fluff christmas fic is coming too :D

When Steve started to notice the first signs, he didn’t say a word.

Well at least, not to Eddie.

With Eddie, most of them avoided this topic because of what happened in the past. It hurted him enough without even bringing it up. And since now it was Steve who was in danger, it was more than worrying. To Eddie, Steve became someone oddly special in such a short time. Steve made Eddie feel better just by simply being with him in this mess that was going on, and if Steve ever told him that he is the next victim of Vecna, Eddie would have broken down. Steve could only hope, that they can defeat Vecna before it gets to him. Sometimes he thought about talking to Eddie about this all, but everytime in the last moment, he kept his silence. He just smiled at Eddie, comforted him in this madness and Eddie did the same to him. They’re completed each other, they helped each other and everything was okay when they were together.  Eddie and Chrissy wasn’t so close, but they were definitely friends. What happened to her wounded Eddie for life, and Steve was frightened what would his death do to him. Steve wasn’t scared of death, actually. Sometimes he thought it should have been him instead of those people who Vecna took away. Robin’s heart shattered when she first heard him saying this and ever since then she became even more protective over him.  But Steve couldn’t accept anymore that he is the next. Ever since he got close with Eddie, he felt like he wanted to live again. That he actually wanted to live, to face anything that life gives him, because with Eddie, everything was much better. Steve felt like he found the last person who he needed in his little found family. And oh god, Steve held into Eddie with everything he had, because this man - who was bullied by Steve’s ex, shitty friends - was nothing like what people said about him. He was a beautiful, delicate and loving soul, and Steve wanted to see every shade of his.

Steve enjoyed every single second with Eddie. He never wanted this to end. He wanted it to be permanent.

Then one day, they ran out of time.

It was just Eddie and Steve in Eddie’s trailer which was probably the only place where the police wasn’t looking anymore. The others were out, getting some food and supplies, and everything seemed way too calm. 

“By the way, how’s Wayne doing?” Steve asked Eddie who was shifting on the couch, trying to fine a comfortable position.

“Oh he’s.. well, he is a bit sad that he can’t see me that much, but I think he is doing okay. As okay as someone in a situation like this can do.” he laughed bitterfully, looking at Steve with curious eyes. “And you, Steve? Everything is okay?” he wondered, blinking at him lazily. “I feel like in a last few days we talked less.” he sighed, earning a soft smile from Steve, as the man brushed over his cheek with his hand.

“Guess we’ve been too busy trying to save the world.” Eddie liked Steve’s bad jokes as he tried to loosen up the happenings’ chokehold. It somehow made Eddie feel a bit more relaxed. “Everything is perfectly fine, Eds. Don’t worry for a second.” he hated to lie, but he wanted to protect Eddie. He didn’t wanna see him that way again like he did a little while ago. Before he could have asked how is Eddie feeling, the man stood up from the couch, heading to the kitchen. 

“I’ll get something to drink.” he said, leaving Steve there. Steve could feel that something was off, he just didn’t know what. Eddie was usually a bit less worried, but it’s like he could have sense the way that something was going on with Steve. And now Steve was feeling horrible for lying to him. Him and Eddie are became basically inseparable. It’s like Steve found that part of him that he was always looking for. Eddie was like this overly happy, yet melancholic feeling for Steve that he never wanted to let go. The more he got to know him, the quicker the things changed. He started smiling genuinely again, started to see the little things, the less important things’ importance, and most importantly, he started to feel like himself again. Steve valued this so much. It was a qucik decision as he stood up from the couch and took a few steps, to go after Eddie. 

After that everything happened so quickly.

Suddenly Steve couldn’t move anymore, his whole body tensing up under the pressure of some evil force that he could feel in his limbs and in every inch of his body. As he heard the clock, his heart jumped into his throat and then he found himself nowhere near Eddie’s trailer. He didn’t know this place, but it meant no good for him. He looked around for anything that could harm him, but he didn’t notice anything. It was a big building with loads of directions to go and Steve felt like he could collapse under the weight of these happenings. He could barely see because the lights that were on the walls weren’t so bright. His lungs were burning, because the air felt oddly thick, it made his eyes water. He wasn’t sure which way to go, what to do and he knew that he didn’t have much time.  He was lost, confused and scared. He was scared for himself and mostly; Eddie. Eddie who stayed there in the trailer and he will have to find Steve like that.

Maybe it was a bad decision not to tell him.

***

Eddie wanted to talk to Steve about this unsettling feeling he had. He really really liked Steve and he was quite sure Steve was fond of him, too. But Eddie couldn’t close his eyes above the fact that the world was ending. It made him terrified, but he didn’t have the guts to actually talk about this feeling.  While he was drinking water in the kitchen, he decided to slowly start to approach this topic. He thought Steve would understand it, since he was in this shit since the beginning, and he might have been feeling the same too when he first faced all of the crazy things. Eddie placed down the mug then took a deep breath. There was nothing to worry about, Steve will surely understand him.

“Hey, Steve? I think there is something I would like to talk..” his voice faded into the silence of the room as he stepped through the door. His heart was pounding like insane, he felt every thud so strongly, it made him dizzy. “No..” he whispered to himself, looking at Steve, who’s eyes were completely blank. “No, no, no.. no!” he yelled the last ‘no’, finally getting himself to move, to touch Steve’s worryingly cold face. “Steve! Steve, can you hear me?” Eddie’s voice was shaking, it was like in the horror movies where the person is being chased or something, but Eddie felt thousand times worse than that. “Steve, please.. no, this can’t be happening, this is fucking bullshit!” Eddie cursed out loudly, his eyes burning from the fear caused tears. His mind went black for a few moments, flashbacks cutting him to the core of his bones. Everything that happened with her flashed before his eyes over again. It can’t happen with Steve. It. Can’t. Eddie liked Chrissy and he barely got through on what happened to her. But Steve? Eddie loved Steved, he really really loved him, he wanted him, he needed him.

He couldn’t let this happen.

***

Steve felt that Vecna was there, watching his every step. He had nowhere to hide. He was just running in circles in the big building, with no clue what to do. How the hell he could possibly get out of here? He was being chased, Vecna was making him look like a joke. Steve saw a lot of shit in his life and even if he sometimes freaked out, mostly he could keep his cool. But right now, he genuinely started to panic as he took another turn on the hallway to run up on another staircase. 

“Steve, why are you running from me?” Vecna’s words went right into Steve’s bones, making him feel totally frozen up. He took up speed, even if he knew that he had no chance this time. Somewhere in the back of his head he wondered through before on the possibility of not making it out of this mess, but now it was all he could think about. 

“What do you want?” it was a stupid question, but Steve’s mind wasn’t in the state of forming something logical. He tried to spot the enemy, his eyes running over everywhere, but he couldn’t see Vecna.

“You’re not actually scared, are you, Steve?” Vecna asked with an evil chuckle. “I know you wished a lot of times, that I should have taken you instead of those other people. That you are the one who deserves to die.” Steve was desperately trying to catch his breath, his vision becoming blurry from the fear and helplessness. “Don’t you wanna save the others? Your friends?” now he was making fun of him.

“Leave me alone!” Steve yelled into the nothingness. It was like he was fighting with his own mind, and this was exactly Vecna’s goal. He wanted to use Steve against himself. 

“Here’s your chance to finally be the hero, Steve.” Vecna taunted, and Steve was on the edge of giving up. He wanted everything to stop, to be silent. “You could finally do something useful, to make yourself feel less worthless.”

“No..” he shook his head, the word leaving his mouth weakly. He knew all of this was coming, he knew he was next, but.. he needed to realize, he can’t get ready for this. He wanted to see Eddie one more time, he wanted to be with Robin and Nancy, he wanted to listen all of the nerdy things the kids were always talking about. He valued these moments so much and now he was losing them all.

“Steve!” his name got called again, but this time it wasn’t by Vecna. It was a girl who screamed out, and Steve immediately snapped his head towards the direction. It was coming from one of the rooms on this floor.

“Hello?” he called out a bit unsure, thinking this might be his mind playing tricks on him. He got closer, trying to find who was talking to him.

“Here!” now he was sure it was coming from the so called room. He went in there, closing the door behind him. 

“Oh my god..” he said is shock. “Chrissy?” Steve thought this is just a mirage, because nothing in this place seemed to be real. The whole building was like a loophole. But it was Chrissy Cunningham standing in front of him and Steve wasn’t so sure anymore what is the most insane thing he experienced today. But at least now he didn’t hear Vecna’s voice anymore. “How are you here?”

“We don’t have much time.” she said, stepping closer to Steve. “This can’t happen to you too, Steve.” she shook his head, obviously pointing at something. Steve didn’t have the courage either to say it out directly. 

“What am I supposed to do? I can’t get out.” Steve answered. “I don’t.. I don’t think..”

“Eddie has the right casette. His uncle he.. he has a Tears for Fears tape in his drawer in the living room.” she said, looking in front of herself like she was looking at the drawer.

“Can you see it? Can you see the trailer?” Steve asked, voice a bit shaky from excitement and the glimpse of the hope he just got. He still couldn’t believe that Chrissy was standing in front of him with a weak but comforting smile, trying to help. And she knew about the music thing. She must have been following all of the happenings.  Chrissy nodded and Steve tensed up. “Can you see Eddie?”

“Yes.” she said. “Any idea how to get his attention to the drawer?” everything was so silent around them, Steve could hear his thoughts echoing. This was more unsettleting than the noises. Steve was thinking hard, trying to visualize the trailer in front of him.

“Uhm.. uhm..” he was biting on the inside of his cheeks, desperate to find a way. He have spent hundred of minutes there before, why can’t he remember anything right now? 

/ “And finally, this is my favorite Black Sabbath tape.” Eddie said with a proud smile, Steve looking at the object curiously. 

“Wow.” he nodded, taking it out from Eddie’s hand. “Hey uh, it’s getting quite dark. Could you turn on the lamp? I can’t see the track list, how will I memorize it then?” Steve earned a soft giggle from Eddie for this.

“Fair point, Stevie.” he leaned over turning on the barely visible small table lamp. It was surrounded by newspapers, used batteries and a few other things which basically made it invisible.” /

“Chrissy!” Steve called out her name suddenly. “There is a lamp on the table!” at first she was confused, but then finally she saw it too.

“I didn’t even notice!” she sighed, then closed her eyes. “I have no clue how can I do things like this, but at least now it will be useful.” she said, then remained in silence. Steve was tensed, watching what was Chrissy doing in dead silence.

He constantly felt like they’re running out of time.

***

In crisis, you forget to think straight and suddenly nothing even makes sense. Eddie totally forgot the whole music thing at the edge of crying.

Then suddenly the table lamp, that barely visible, dim lighted table lamp turned on, giving perfect spot light for the a few records that were on the table.His eyes widened. He fell onto his knees, his torso collapsing with the small wodden table as he started to look through the records. Each and every of them were shaking in his hands as he was trying to find something useful, something, anything. 

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon..” he was keep on repeating it to himself. He pulled out the drawer which was full with random, useless stuff. Then suddenly his hand stumbled across another tape and as he held it up in front of him, and his breath hitched in relief and surprise. It was a Tears for Fears casette, containing Steve’s favorite song that Eddie heard him playing whenever he picked up Dusting after school: Everybody Wants To Rule The World. “Thank you, oh my god, thank you.” 

He could barely get himself to stand up, as he rushed to the kitchen counter to that old little radio that could play tapes, too. Wayne was always listening to Eddie’s music on it.  And now there was Eddie, trying to open the case of the Tears for Fears tape. He knew how this thing works but now he had serious trouble getting it into work. Every second gaze of his settled on Steve and he could feel the tears forming in his eyes. 

I can’t let it happen to him. I can’t lose him. 

He pressed the play button at least four times and when the first few chords started playing, he was feeling lightheaded. 

“Please work.. I’m begging, please work.” he got in front of Steve, holding his hands between his palms and pressing quick kisses onto the top of it. “Hold on, Stevie. I will save you.”

***

“It’s working!” Steve said, looking at Chrissy then back at the little scene not so far away from him. He could see himself, completely lifeless with Eddie standing in front of him, holding him close. Steve’s heart could have shattered at the sight. Eddie meant so much to him, but he wouldn’t even dared to dream about meaning just as much to Eddie.

“Hey, Steve?” Chrissy said, looking at Steve with a tired, little smile. “Could you tell Eddie something?”

“Yes, of course.” 

“Tell him that I don’t blame him.” she said “He couldn’t have done anything to save me. I know he thinks this is all his fault, but it’s not true. Tell him I’m not mad, I don’t hate him. I am thankful that I mattered to him and that he tried to save me. That he was kept on being nice to me even if I appeared out of nowhere again in his life. He did everything he could, to save me.” Steve took a deep breath. He didn’t really know Chrissy, but he knew she was a nice person with loads of undeserved problems.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Steve smiled at her, brushing over her shoulders.

“Go, before it’s too late.” Chrissy said, and Steve finally gathered himself and got himself to go.

***

As Steve collapsed onto the ground in the trailer, Eddie immediately fell onto his knees next to him.

“Holy fucking shit!” he cursed out, pulling Steve into his arms. Steve could barely realize what was happening, he just held into Eddie like his life depended on it. 

“I’m here, I’m here. Eddie, I’m here. Nothing happened, I am okay. You are okay.” now Steve was the one pulling him closer. He felt Eddie’s shoulders shaking and he could hear the quiet little cries. “It didn’t happen again, Eds. I’m here, it’s okay. We’re together now, we’re safe.” Steve burried his face into Eddie’s hair, trying to hold back his own tears. 

“I thought I’m going to lose you.” Eddie murmured into Steve’s neck, holding into him with his arms. He even threw his legs over Steve’s, wanting to be as close to him as he could. He was visibly shaking and his breathing was all messed up as well.

“Never. You will never lose me, no matter what happens.” Steve brought his voice down just above a whisper, brushing over again and again on Eddie’s back. He slowly started to rock him back and forth, and he even got the courage to press small kisses onto his head. Steve didn’t want to say that he was scared, too. That he was frightened that he might die, that he will lose his friends. That he will lose Eddie. He needed to adjust that he was back, that the nigthmare - at least for now - was over. That him and Eddie were safe.

“You’re here.” Eddie stated it quietly, inhaling Steve’s scent that didn’t change since the last time when he was this close to him. 

“I’m here.” Steve answered. Eddie was absolutely defenceless right now, and Steve had the urge to hide him from the whole world. “She isn’t mad at you.” Steve said, because he knew what was Eddie thinking. “She knew you tried to save her, you did everything you could. She’s not disappointed or anything like that, okay?” Eddie silently nodded, processing the words. His soul was aching to actually hear all of this. Steve pulled him a bit more up towards his body, then cupped his cheeks. “I’m here.” Steve said it one more time, tiny smile spreading on his lips. “I’m here with you.” Eddie took a deep, sheaky breath.

“We’re okay, right?” this time Steve nodded, letting Eddie to rest his chin on his shoulder. They both needed someone to be close to in those moments, and just let themselves calm down in the other’s company. They didn’t even need that many words to form the state of love.

“We’re okay, Eds.” Steve pressed a warm, quick kiss on Eddie’s neck. “We’re okay.”

#steddie #eddie munson #steve and eddie #eddie stranger things #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #stranger things #steve stranger things #loverboys #st4 #stranger things season four #chrissy cunningham #upside down #angst #trauma dump tbh #vecna #001 #henry creel

[aurumacadicus]

Fictober 12/32 -- “You’re making my head hurt.”

Me: Heehee hoho some fluff and recovery

Also Me: Where’d Steve’s trauma come from.

Lloyd likes the Beatles a lot, and it rubbed off on Phil in that he knows she knows the music. (The press kept bothering Lottie, Tony, and Clint because they insisted the other captives got more security and they are self-sacrificing idiots.) Anyway it’s over 1K so look out for the cut.

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Lottie eventually stumbled up to the common room, Clint and Tony both using her as a crutch. She dumped them both onto the couch, then flopped forward onto the floor, exhausted.

“Shouldn’t you be in the hospital?” Steve asked, and then, scowling, added, “Hey. You should all be at the hospital.”

“I’m fine,” Tony said, at the same time Clint said, “It’s a flesh wound.”

Steve sighed and looked down at Lottie. “And what’s your excuse?”

“The press kept fucking bothering me,” Lottie moaned, covering her face. “Please just let me rest here.”

“Well,” Steve muttered, obviously grumpy that he couldn’t scold her. “Do you want a blanket?”

“I want to die here,” Lottie said. “The meds are kicking in. I’m not moving.”

Steve got up and carefully placed his arms under her knees and back, lifting her from the floor. “Come on.”

“Noooo,” Lottie whined. “You’re making my head hurt.”

Steve put her on the loveseat he’d just vacated, being as gentle with her head as possible. “Sorry. Do you want anything?” He carefully cupped the side of her head to ease it toward the back of the chair.

Lottie opened his mouth, then closed it again, eyelids fluttering. “I’m cold.” Her eyes stayed open for a moment, and he watched as they went glassy. “I want my mom,” she whispered, then sniffled and closed her eyes, turning her face so her nose was pressed into the back of the chair, hiding her tears from him.

Steve pulled his hand away from her head carefully, fingers tracing the air along the exposed side of her face, where it was bruised and swollen. ‘Punches hurt more than I thought,’ she’d said after the fight, cupping her cheek. He worked his jaw, frustrated. He wondered if this was how his ma felt, how Bucky felt, every time he walked in bruised and bloodied, muttering about how the other guy deserved it.

Lottie’s kidnappers had deserved a fight. Lottie hadn’t deserved the repercussions.

He turned to grab the blanket over the back of the couch to put over her and froze when he saw the calculating looks Tony and Clint were giving him. He gripped his hands into fists under their stares, frustrated, feeling caught-out, although he didn’t know why. Except maybe he’d been caught showing regret, and he hated it. He didn’t regret any of the decisions he’d made, and he’d do the same thing every time if he had the chance. But sometimes he regretted what could have been. What he could have had. What and who he’d had to leave behind.

“Here,” Clint said, handing the blanket over to him.

Steve took it with a nod, unable to speak around the lump in his throat as he turned and carefully draped the blanket around Lottie, tucking it around her legs so her feet wouldn’t get cold. Then he took a step back, giving her some space. Maybe he should make some soup, or something else that was easy on the jaw. Give his restless hands something to do.

She looked so small, curled up on the chair by herself. So young. She was only a few years younger than him, if they only counted his years awake. Had he looked like that after battles, exhausted and small and in pain? Steve lifted his hands to run them through his hair with a shuddering breath as he turned, walking quickly toward the kitchen. Soup. He could make soup. Soup made everything better.

His hands were shaking. Suddenly he felt like his head hurt. He gripped the counter with white knuckles and only let go when he heard a crack. Fuck. Fuck. He should have protected Lottie better. He should have—should have kept a better eye on her. She’d had her young adult life stolen from her and now she was recovering from a kidnapping, from a fight, from reporters bothering her in her fucking hospital room and the knowledge that Phil was alive but they’d thought he was dead and they hadn’t fucking told her and just kept that from her as they pretended they were her friends—

Steve nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand landed on his arm, but he froze instead, too afraid he might hurt whoever was touching him. He looked up, only just then realizing that he was breathing hard. His eyes darted back to the living room, but luckily, Lottie didn’t seem like she’d heard him. He turned his gaze back on the hand on his arm, then up to the person attached to it.

“It’s time to rest, Cap,” Tony told him gently.

Steve opened his mouth to tell him it was pretty big of him to say that when he should be resting in the hospital because of his broken ribs. Instead, though, all that came out was, “I don’t know if I can.”

“Try,” Tony answered simply.

Steve clenched his jaw, looking back down at the counter. He didn’t want to say that he didn’t know how. His ears caught a startled noise, like a cat after it had been suddenly woken from a nap, and he turned his gaze toward the living room in concern.

“—ere you go,” Phil was saying as he focused in on them, and as he watched, Lottie turned from the back of the chair, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders. He slipped under her expertly, as if he'd been doing it all her life, and she huddled in his lap as if she was half her size. He curled his hand around the back of her head, pulling her in, and murmured something too soft for Steve to catch—or, something he felt was too personal to chase after.

He did hear something about parents, siblings on their way. If Lottie’s family was coming to support her, that was good. She should have that. He should get Phil and Lottie another blanket—the one he’d tucked around her wasn’t big enough for them both. Maybe he should make some sandwiches, or work on that soup, or—

“Steve,” Tony said, tugging on his arm.

“I need to—” Steve began, even though he didn’t know what he needed to do, not really.

He was cut off by the sound of a rumble, and it took a moment for him to realize what it was that he was hearing—purring. Lottie was purring, and as he turned to look at her again, she started purring louder and louder, until the room was filled with it, and he could see Phil’s hand vibrating with the power of it on her back.

Steve watched her for a few minutes, feeling lost, but then Tony tugged on his arm again, and he followed along after him as he limped back to the couch, allowing himself to be towed along. He sat down on the middle of the couch, and Tony fell beside him with a groan. Neither he nor Clint wasted any time sticking their cold toes under his thighs. Maybe he should have insisted on making some soup. Or fetched them socks. Or something.

Phil was humming. It was hard to hear under Lottie’s purring, but he… sort of recognized it. He’d just gotten to the seventies in his music playlist. The… Beatles? He hadn’t really enjoyed them, but he’d dutifully listened to the bigger songs. He’d liked this one, a slow one. Soft. Gentle. A lullaby, maybe.

He leaned back in his seat, watching as Lottie laid more and more of her weight against Phil’s chest, until finally her face went slack, and her hand that had been gripping his sleeve fell into her lap. She sagged against him, the roar of her purr dulling into background noise. Phil kissed the top of her head.

Steve wondered if Phil ever felt regret for the things he’d had to miss to work for SHIELD. He wondered how he put that aside to enjoy spending time with her when he could. How he could put the weight of the world elsewhere to focus on her.

Wondered if he could ask, later, without sounding like an asshole.

Steve closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch, the exhaustion he’d been feeling suddenly feeling tons heavier. Maybe he’d rest his eyes. Just for a minute.

#aurumacadicus writes #original character #marvel #fictober

[makeupbychio]

angel // eddie munson x reader

This is my Eddie fix-it fic!! So let's pretend that nothing bad happened to him.

Summary: Eddie is fighting for his life after the demobats attack. Lucky for him, he found an angel.

Warnings: st vol.2 spoilers, angst, mentions of blood and injuries, hospital, state of coma and IV, fluff, mentions of smut(?), happy ending of course. Italics are memories.

Words: 3.9k.

A/N: This is how I'm coping with the sadness that the finale gave me, so I wrote this Eddie x gn!reader. If there is any mistake, let me know bc english is not my first language. Enjoy! xo

*credits to the gif's owner*

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Your new routine was exhausting. During the morning you have college classes, during the afternoon you have to work and during nights you go to the hospital to stay next to Eddie. And the next day, the same routine. 

Except on the weekends, during mornings you go to work, during the afternoons you go to the hospital to visit Eddie and at nights you try to study or to keep doing your ‘normal’ life.

The last month and a half it’s been like this every single day since you all fighted Vecna. Eddie and Max are in the hospital due to their different injuries, so a lot of nights you run into some of your friends visiting them too, Max’s mom and Eddie’s uncle, Wayne Munson. 

Wayne is having the same routine as you. Considering that, during weekdays he works at nights, you both agreed that you stay with Eddie at nights and he relieves you and stays with him during the day. And the opposite during weekends because he has the day shift on  Saturdays and Sundays free.

“Don’t worry, I got him. You need to rest and duties too, kid” Wayne always tells you, wondering when was the last time you slept more than 2 hours or ate more than one meal during the day. He reassures you that if something happens, he will call you immediately.

You are tired, and surprised at how your body hasn't collapsed yet. The only moment during your day you take a break is when you visit Eddie. A break physically because your mind barely stops since all of the chaos you all went through, always worry about your boyfriend’s condition.

You already know the whole team that was taking such great care of Eddie. Despite their own issues, they always receive you with affection and let you stay as long as you want. 

“Woah, I guess it is that time of the week” María, the doctor in charge, told you when she saw the new flowers you brought Eddie. Every week you bring him a bouquet to light up the room, that is full of other things the rest of the group brought him. 

Will and Dustin are the ones who came by more often. Sometimes they set up a small D&D campaign to play next to Eddie’s bed, hoping their friend could be listening to them and making his own moves in the game. 

Sadly, Eddie fell into a coma after he fought the bats in the Upside Down due to the poison these creatures had when they bite him. Also a lot of broken bones and wounds all over his body. You really hope he is listening to every word you have told him, you really want to see his pretty eyes. You really miss him, hearing his laugh and dirty jokes. 

God, why did he do that back there against a huge amount of bats? You are angry at him but you well know the reason why. 

– – 

“EDDIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Dustin cried when Eddie cut the rope. “STEVE SAID TO STICK TO THE PLAN!”. 

“EDDIE GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!” you screamed. “Eddie, please” tears of desperation falling. 

“I’m buying time” he said before he left his trailer. He was protecting you and Dustin, because the bats were going to infiltrate where you were.

“Goddammit!” you yelled when you put a chair to jump and go through the portal once again. You almost broke your nose at the abrupt landing. Quickly you helped Dustin to have a better landing than yours. 

Once you went outside you saw your boyfriend fighting the bats. You and Dustin took the bikes and pedaled as fast as you can to reach Eddie. Suddenly, you watched how the pile of bats gathered to take down Eddie. 

“Eddie!” you couldn’t feel your legs at this point, but the adrenaline kept you going. 

You didn’t know how, but the next second all of the bats fell into the ground like if something or someone turned them off with an interrupter. You saw Eddie’s body laying on the ground and you felt like throwing up. 

Once you reached him, you threw the bike and ran to him. You saw his legs broken and his face covered in blood and scratches. His clothes were ripped from the attack. 

“No, no, no, no. Eddie” you said once you were at his level. Softly trying to lift his body. 

“No, y/n. I need a second” Eddie groaned at the pain he felt all over his body. 

“DUSTIN! HELP ME” you yelled at the boy. He ran and screamed for help while thinking of an idea that could work.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Eddie smiled at you, tears falling down his face.

“No, no you didn’t” you answered him caressing his hair. “You are a hero, Eddie” you tried to give him your best smile even when you were losing your mind.

“I’m finally the hero” he proudly said looking at you.

“Finally? You have always been mine” you hold him tight, keeping him awake. “Eddie, stay with me. Dustin went for help” you begged him when his breath slowed down. 

“Y/N! EDDIE!” you heard the rest of the group yelling as they approached you in an Upside Down’s car. 

“I love you, y/n” Eddie looked at you. Lifting his hand to reach your hair and put it behind your ear. “I have loved you since the moment I met you that night outside the venue before my concert” even when he was in pain he gave you his biggest smile, not giving any sign of discomfort. “Take this as a promise” he said handing over to you his necklace with his appreciative plectrum.

“I love you, too” you smiled back at him, taking the necklace when Steve pulled you away and lifted Eddie’s body carefully but with a rush. 

“Come on, man. We are almost there, Dustin already called an ambulance in our Hawkins” Steve told him once he put him down in the back seat of the car. He drove so fast back to Eddie’s trailer.

“CAREFUL, PLEASE!” you yelled at your friends that were going to receive Eddie in your reality. Eddie passed out in Steve’s arms when they went through the portal back in his real trailer due to the rough movement. You literally jumped through the portal and ran into Eddie to once again hold him tight. 

You can hear the sirens closer, but you were afraid that he was already gone. “Eddie, hold on. The ambulance is here” you cried, tears falling in his ripped jacket. You saw the emergency lights outside his trailer and your vision went blurry when the paramedics got down to your level.

They took Eddie away from you to put him in a stretcher. You heard their voices if they were towns away. “He is still breathing but we are losing him” the paramedics talked to each other before they left the trailer. Robin held you when your face went pale.

“y/n?” your vision clouded as you passed out. The last thing you heard was Dustin’s cries.

– – 

You visit Eddie, every single night/day. No matter the weather, if you have a headache or a tough exam. No matter what, you were there. 

The nurses of the night shift lend you a more comfortable chair, a reclining chair to be exact. So you can have some sleep next to Eddie, instead of the harsh one that is in every other room. You feel like a burden sometimes to them but they gave up on sleeping during their shifts because it's always the busiest.

“Today he’s been really talkative,” María said when she entered the room. She checked on his vital signs and wrote down everything on his medical report. 

“I bet he’s dreaming of him playing the coolest song he has ever heard, doctor” you said to her with a smile looking at his face that has a calm expression. 

“Can’t wait to hear it” María said, always cheering him up. “I’m going to let you guys catch up. If you need me-”.

“I know, I call Claire” you already know what to do in any emergency. María left the room.

You sit down in the comfy chair, get close to Eddie’s bed to catch his hand. You kiss every knuckle, you always hold his hand when you talk to him. “Hi, my love. Someone told me you have been really reactive lately, that’s good, baby” you say. Every reaction from him is a progress to you and you have seen it in person, sometimes his muscle memory makes his limbs move, or his facial moves and little sounds depending on what he is dreaming. 

Everyone has faith in him, you know there are days that are the hardest but you never project that fear when you are with Eddie. You wait till you go home to break down. 

If it wasn’t for your friends, you will be lost. Sometimes, you don’t want to burden them and talk about how overwhelmed you feel because you feel selfish. You think “Eddie needs me, and he is the one that is real suffering”. But they always remind you that what you are going through is valid. All of you fought against Henry and are now coping with that trauma and consequences.

“Today the boys went to see me at work, they are making a surprise for you.. Also in the lab I studied a lot for I got an A” you said looking at your hands together, imagining what Eddie’s reaction would be. Always proud of you. 

“Also, I was checking my calendar today to be organized for all of the exams, and I noticed that our anniversary it’s in two weeks. I hope our plan is still on” you let a tear slip when the memories hit you.

– – 

“So if we save enough we can go to New York and rent a room for us, for a week.” Eddie was pacing around your room spilling out all of the plans that kept him awake last night. So excited, that if it was for him he would be already there with you. 

You love his plan. You love that he shows so much passion when he really likes something. D&D, music, Hellfire Club, his band, you. In past relationships you heard a lot of ‘whatever’, that lack of interest is what you never wanted to experience again. And the universe got your back this time, because Eddie will never show you disinterest.

Eddie sat on the edge of your bed while he was writing down on a paper all of the ideas you gave him to do on your trip. “But baby, we need to be realistic that maybe we are not going to leave the room for three days straight, at least” Eddie teased you with a sinful smirk. 

“Eddie! Come on!” you threw him a pillow. This boy, you can’t believe him sometimes. But, you don’t blame him because you were thinking the same thing. It’s just that he says it out loud. “Fewer words and more action!” you teased him back. 

“Oh no, you didn’t” Eddie started to tickle your legs. “Take that back!” he said while getting closer to where you were laying down, to be on top of you. His hands next to your sides and he leaned down to kiss your neck. 

“Your hair tickles, Eddie!” you laughed your ass off because his hair is all over your face and neck.

– – 

You fell asleep on your chair, your hand always on Eddie’s, lights off so you can rest better. Claire, always came by to wake you up so you can go home to get ready for college really quickly. 

She always knocks at 6 am. But today when she did it you looked at Eddie’s watch that is on the nightstand, it is 5 am. You yawned and stretched your arms before you stood up. “What’s wrong? It’s 5 am” you asked thinking that maybe something is wrong.

“Don’t worry, darling. Eddie has a lot of things to do today” she informed you. “So, today we are taking him away from you an hour early”. She knows how you crave that extra hour of sleep and to be next to Eddie. “So you lovebirds say goodbye” she prepared the room for the doctor that is coming to check on Eddie. 

You gave Eddie a kiss on his forehead. “I love you, see you later, my love”, then turned your attention to the nurse standing on the other side of the bed “tell Wayne to call me if he needs me”. 

– – 

One week later

Today you barely stop in college, the only moment you take a break is to drink water in the hallways while you move to your next class, and hours later for lunch. You couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie, your legs bouncing so hard against the floor. The exam in front of you is long gone when you are zoned out.

Thankfully, in this class you don’t need a high grade to pass. With a C it’s enough. You can’t wait to be next to Eddie again, anxious to know anything that Claire can tell you.

At work you try to keep your mind busy since the customers are not entering the store. You work at a bookstore. Your mind is too tired to read a book, so you decided to order all of the bookshelves in every aisle.

The front door’s bell lets you know that someone is there. You get close to greet the customer since it’s an older woman. “Hi! I’m y/n. How can I help you?” you said, always finding enough energy to do your best at work.

“Oh darling, I need your help” the tiny lady told you. Her voice is so sweet. “It’s my granddaughter’s birthday this weekend and I’m looking for her present”. 

After you told her not to worry because you will help her, you asked her if she can give you more info about the birthday girl and after a long search you both agreed that ‘Penny the detective porcupine’ is the best choice. 

The old lady is paying you for the book, you are gift-wrapping it when you notice she is looking at you. “You don’t like the design?” pointing to the wrapping.

“It’s perfect! Sorry, I was looking at your beautiful necklace.” she said pointing at Eddie’s plectrum.

“Oh thank you! Yeah, it’s beautiful, right? It belongs to my favorite person, actually” you looked at the necklace with a wide smile. 

“I recognize that smile, the same I have since I met my Tom. This person is really lucky” her words comfort you for some reason. She can’t thank you enough for your helpful attention before she left the store.

You spend the rest of the last hour of your shift holding your necklace and once again looking at the abyss. When you look at the clock in the wall you quickly close the store and finally drive your way to the hospital. 

When you arrived, you didn’t find Claire behind her desk to greet you. There is another lady. “Hi, does Claire or María have her night off?” you asked the nurse you’ve never seen before.

“Hi, they are in an emergency on the 8th floor. Do you want to leave a message?” the lady asked softly. You didn’t want to be disrespectful but that is the floor where Eddie is. 

You left the lady talking alone and started to run to take the elevator. “Shit! Come on” you said pressing the button multiple times as if it were going to make any difference. You thought about taking the stairs when the elevator arrived.

The calming elevator music did not work for your nerves. You stepped out in the tiny space enough for your body to jump into the hallway. 

You started to feel dizzy when you spotted Claire running back to Eddie’s room, you followed her in what feels like an eternity, you started to move in slow motion. Afraid of what you are going to find behind the door. 

You took the handle to open the door carefully. You freeze at what is happening in front of you. Those big lovely eyes staring at you, like if they were waiting for you his whole life.

“Eddie” suddenly your voice is barely audible. You pinched your arm like Eddie did the first time you kissed him. You are not a religious person, but you pray for this not to be a fucking joke.

“Hi, angel” he said with a raspy voice due to all of this time being quiet and the biggest smile as always. God, you missed that smile.

His body is in a sitting position, his hand with the IV tubes resting on his lap. 

You were afraid for any of your next moves. Scared this is just a dream. “He’s been waiting for you since this sleepyhead woke up” Claire told you to reassure you that you can get close.

Your glossy eyes holding your happy tears when Eddie opened his arms to you. 

“Oh my god, Eddie. Thank God” you said, hugging him delicately, worry about hurting him if you squeeze him a little bit too hard. He kissed your head that was in the way.

You broke the hug just to look at him closer. You placed your hands on his cheeks to take a look at the face you missed so much. He laughed at your surprised face. “I miss you, y/n” he said with a teary eye too.

“Me too, Eddie” you wiped his tears, your noses brushing together. “Can I kiss you?” you asked him.

“Please do it but I’m not responsible for my hospital breathing” he joked even when he just spent almost two months in a coma his humor still untouchable. You couldn’t care less for that. You gave him the long awaited kiss on his lips, then all over his face and his giggles filled the room.

“Don’t you ever think to do something like that again, Munson. Do you hear me?” you advertised him with a serious tone. You didn’t want to lecture him but he deep down knows that all of his loved ones are going to tell him the same thing. 

“We’d been calling you for the past 15 minutes since he woke up” Claire told you. You excuse yourself because you were driving your way here. “He was impatient for the angel that saved him, he said”. 

You looked back at Eddie confused about what she was talking about. “Yeah, I heard everything you told me. I felt your hand on mine every night you slept next to me, I know you came by EVERY single night and afternoons since I passed out. I heard your angelic voice, YOU saved me back there in the fight and during these months, too” he said holding your hands, his grown stubble tickling your knuckles when he kissed them.

You couldn’t hold it anymore. You broke in tears because all of this time he was still with you, he never left you alone. 

Now he swept your tears out of your face. “I made a promise to you, remember?”. How could you forget? You looked at his necklace everyday, finding comfort on it.

“Oh yeah, sorry, you’re right…” you said taking off his necklace to give it back to him. He had to come back for it. 

“No, no, no. It looks WAY BETTER on you” he winked at you, holding your chin up to have a better look of his precious chain around your neck

Even Claire laughed at the confidence he exudes. “So y/n wasn’t lying about you, Munson”. You told her about his bold personality and she didn’t believe you, until now. “You need to get better first, then you two will have all of the fun you missed” she warned him to not rush things because there is a lot of recovery ahead. 

“Sorry, doc” he frowned but he just can’t wait to go home. 

“I love you, Eddie” you calmed him down when you noticed his anxiety to leave that place. 

“I love you too, princess” he responded. 

After a couple of minutes, Wayne was hugging his nephew. He came as fast as he could when the good news caught him at his work, he had to ask for the rest of the night off. 

– – 

It’s been a day since Eddie woke up. María was talking to you and Wayne about how Eddie’s blood test results already show that he is clean from every poison it had before, so that’s why Eddie’s body was ready to wake up because it already healed the worst part without exhausting or affecting other organs. 

During that conversation, the rest of your friends were taking turns to visit Eddie. 

“Man, you need to come back. Dustin is getting way too comfortable in your throne” Mike snitched on his friend. Eddie thanked Dustin instead of being mad, for taking care of Hellfire Club. 

“And Will got the dopest dice ever, Eddie!” Dustin and Will started to give him a summary of everything that happened in the club since. Except for the surprise they have for him.

You agreed with Wayne to have the exact same routine you both have been having lately, but less stressful now that Eddie is awake. But Eddie needs someone next to him the rest of the days in the hospital until they discharge him, and also all of the time of his recovery back in his trailer. 

“What did I tell you about no heroes, Eddie?” Steve reproached him. Nancy joked about comparing Eddie with what he said once about Ozzy. 

Once you came back to his room after your conversation with the doctor, Eddie called you among the big group. “y/n!” you get closer to his conversation with Robin now. 

“Is it true what Robin said?” he grinned at you. 

“It’s not fair, y/n! I didn’t know he heard all of what we told him during our visits” Robin said exalted. You raised your eyebrows at her so she can tell you what she told Eddie. “I was having a hopeless day thinking that he wouldn’t make it so maybe I told him that if he woke up, you’ll let him try something new in bed. I’m so sorry but I was desperate and I know how much he loves to have sex with you so I thought that he was going to wake up right after I said that and-”

Steve covered his face with his palms at what Robin did. It didn’t surprise him that she did it, it surprised him that she thought her idea was going to work.

“Robin!” you interrupted her. “How could you offer him that? Now he’s going to remind me of your idea every single night”. You sound offended because you didn’t want to discuss your privacy with your friends but you winked at Eddie, letting him know that you are down for that. 

The doctor told your friends that they can visit him tomorrow but now he has to rest. Then she talked to Eddie about what’s next so he can leave the hospital bed as soon as possible. “But Eddie I’m going to need all of your effort and disposition, do I make myself clear, darling?” she asked him.

“Of course, doc. I have a date next week with this angel” he looked at you divinely and you gave him an ear-to-ear grin because he actually DID remember your anniversary plan.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie my love #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fix it fic #eddie munson fic #fix it fic

[tirednerd2012]

I need more protective twins with Jonathan. Jonathan’s a great big brother and would do anything for them, but I love seeing content with the twins about to go feral for their brother. You’re a blessing for sharing your headcanons <33

I LOVE AND LIVE FOR THE PROTECTIVE TWINS. If anyone has any other headcanons, please SEND THEM.

Vecna going after Jonathan? They're going to hunt him down and rip him apart to save their brother. Will, normally the nice, kind, merciful one, is the main one to bring Vecna to his knees because no one, absolutely no one, hurts Jonathan.

Lonnie shows up one day. Jonathan is shoving Will back, trying to keep him away from Lonnie and ends up hurt in the process and El sees the man that's hurt her brothers several times and she throws Lonnie across the field. Will gets to Jonathan and basically asks him over and over again if he's okay and he hugs him because something almost happened to him again and he suddenly understands Jonathan's fears better.

Will knowing that Lonnie's words left more of an impact than Jonathan would like to admit. So whenever someone tries to say something negative about Jonathan in front of him, he snaps. He didn't as a kid, but it would make him angry and he would grab Jonathan's hand and drag him away because he wanted to do something. Now? You got a problem with Jonathan, you got a problem with Will and after everything he's been through, he's willing to fight for Jonathan.

Will also being really cautious around Steve when he started hanging around the party. He knew Jonathan and Steve didn't get along and by association, that meant Will couldn't get along with Steve. He's only 12, but that sounds right because why would he want to spend time around the person who bullied his brother? It isn't until Jonathan actually sits down with Will and explains to him that Steve and him are okay now that Will stops giving Steve such a cold shoulder.

In a fight involving the Upside Down, Jonathan is preparing to use himself as a shield for Will and El, and he gets hit in the process. Maybe a slash across his chest, not enough to kill him, but enough to make it look like it for a moment. Will and El lose their salvation. El throws everything within their reach while Will's panic causes his powers to destroy everything besides those who are helping in the fight.

Will is also the one to tend to the wound. He helps Jonathan up, who maybe is in and out of it due to blood lose, and he softly tells him he's here and he's okay, but they have to go because Will needs to take care of him. Mike goes to help, but before that he'd been willing to leave Jonathan behind so Will just snaps (in a way he's never done to his friends) "Don't fucking touch my brother."

El helps Will get Jonathan to safety and Will immediately starts cleaning and wrapping the wound. He does it as carefully as possible, and then can't bring himself to leave Jonathan that night while he sleeps because he has a dreaded feeling that the enemy saw how Jonathan threw himself into a line of fire for El and his sake and that won't be the end of it.

Mike not being allowed near Jonathan after that by Will and El. When he tries to argue about it with El, she snaps and says he was willing to leave her brother after he almost died to save her and she's supposed to be okay with that? She goes off because Jonathan was the one to listen to her when she cried about Mike and gave her advice about how to handle it and reminded her of her worth after she lost her father. Jonathan loved her, truly unconditionally, and was an amazing big brother to her and she refuses to let something happen to him.

Both of them agreeing afterwards that Jonathan needs to be protected no matter the cost. He would do the same for them. He took that hit for them and he would do it again, but they couldn't let that happen. They both agree a world without Jonathan is one they refuse to live in.

Jonathan being surprised with how protective people are of him. You go after him, you're going after Joyce Byers and the United States army is nothing compared to what his mom can do. You're going after Jim Hopper, who survived a literal explosion and would go to hell and back for his kids. You're messing with his siblings, who have literal superpowers and are the first ones to try and snap your neck over him. You're also messing with his amazing girlfriend, who can shoot better than damn near anyone and won't hesitate to blow someone's head off for Jonathan. Argyle who left his life behind for his best friend. Even Steve Harrington will bring out his bat and stand alongside Jonathan in a fight, out of mutual respect if anything.

Jonathan Byers is a protective older brother and we love it. He would do anything for his loved ones, kill and die for them, cross through hell, whatever they needed. But he's also protected.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #will byers #eleven hopper

[iamaboredpotatonugget]

Peter Parker Fics that are well written and have the same Angsty vibe

In the beginning, he had struggled to understand why bad things kept happening to him. His parents, Ben- oh god, May…

(“How do you live with yourself after all that you’ve done? After you’ve driven your whole family to death?”)

It wasn’t long until he was forced to come to the conclusion that it was him that was the problem.

(“You should rid the world of your curse before someone else ends up dead.”)

And it hurt, and he felt himself drifting closer and closer to agreeing with Flash every day— but he was selfish, and ignorant, and so, so, weak. He wanted so badly to protect the ones he loved from harm after all that he had lost, but God dammit he was happy and he had a family and he loved them so much that he just couldn’t bring himself to leave.

(“Everyone would be better off without you.”)

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I uh… I fell down the stairs.”

They can’t know.

If Peter's an idiot for not telling anyone he's feeling a little under the weather (an understatement of the century), the Avengers must be pretty damn stupid for not realizing that Peter's spiraling mood is more than some "teen angst."

Peter only knows how to be empty or overflowing. Nothing in between.

Flash Thompson is a dickhead.

Everyone knows it, yet somehow Peter is the one that always gets called Penis. Everyone always laughs at Flash’s jokes about Peter, takes his side over Peter’s, likes him better than Peter. And if Flash Thompson is a dickhead and no one really likes him…

Surely one can imagine where that leaves Peter.

It’s okay,” Peter promises them softly. “I get it. I wouldn’t want me as a teammate either. It’s okay, I know what you need to do. I get it.”

Natasha’s eyes narrow, and she asks him, “And what do you think we need to do, Peter?” like it’s a threat. Like if he says the wrong thing, she’ll pounce. But he knows the answer to this question and god, they’re going to make him spell it out for them, aren’t they?

“You need to kick me off the team.”

Peter takes a beating, Bucky cleans him up.

Featuring concerned Steve and warm, oversized pajamas covered in sheep.

They don't always show it, but they've each got their own demons to battle. Peter keeps happening upon these battles.

While checking Peter over in the medbay bruce discovers neat rows of scars that march their way up the back of peter's thighs. The thought of Peter young and small as he is making the same mistakes Bruce did, hating himself the way Bruce still sometimes does, makes his stomach roll. He knows he has to tell tony. And he knows he isn't gonna take it well.

Peter breaks three toes and hits his head hard against concrete. There’s a steadily bleeding wound in his side that he’s staunched with his webbing and tries not to acknowledge it when it burns.

He can still walk in a straight line, which is good.

He’s starving and tired and cold.

It’s been fifteen hours.

Peter never wanted this. He didn’t ask for the entire team to breathe down his neck whenever he eats, or to insist that he reaches some absurd goal weight when he’s perfectly fine where he’s at. He doesn’t need to change.

He just needs to stop day dreaming about killing himself. It’s getting distracting.

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[lovelybarnes]

scars- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: heavy mentions of insecurity, focus on scars, injuries, blood, wounds, canon violence about: requested! (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc. + (PF26) person a wiping person b’s tears away a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope this is what you wanted and that you liked it!!

[ @tylard-blog1 ]

you’re aware that everyone on the team has them; natasha romanoff, even steve rogers, with his unbreakable milk skin, and bruce banner, with the green that tinges the hue of his temples when a scar is made. they’re reminders of what you do, some symbols of the lives that you’ve saved-- and others the lives that you’ve taken.

yes, everyone has them, but that doesn’t make you like the ones that litter your own body very much. nor does it stop you from looking away from them when you catch a glimpse of the scars that peek out of the clothing you specifically choose to hide them away from the curious eyes of the public. it doesn’t stop the frustrated tears that ebb in your eyes when you run the tips of your fingers over the raised tissue.

sometimes you realize how unfair it is of you to hate the scars that splay on your collarbone, and the ones that run across your hips and thighs, when you press your lips against the ones on bucky’s shoulder, pleading for him to believe you when you say you think he’s beautiful. the thought lingers when you playfully roll your eyes at natasha on the rare moment when she narrows her eyes at the healed bullet wound that sits above her hip, genuine words assuring her she looks great no matter what slipping out of the same mouth that utters ugly words at the mirror. you ignore it even as it guilts you when you touch the scars on bruce’s arms with featherlight fingers, pressing that they don’t make him a monster, or any of the hideous words with which he describes himself.

you try to tell yourself the reassurances apply to you, too, because they’re true-- the scars don’t diminish the beauty of your smile, or the glow that you carry, and they shouldn’t hinder the upwards pull of your lips when you catch a glimpse of them in the mirror-- but even as you try to convince yourself of that, your eyes always flit away, hand positioning itself in front of the scars as you examine the way you’d love yourself without them.

you were never aware of the blue eyes that caught your moments of dislike for yourself, missing the bead of worry that embedded itself in the cerulean of bucky’s irises.

-

it was on a particularly bad day of yours that one of your relatively smaller missions was scheduled. listed underneath your name was bucky’s, although he was only on there because he had demanded you never to go on a mission to an active hydra base alone, even though he knew you could handle it; you didn’t mind, always enjoying the quiet moments you got on the quinjet with bucky-- and the pilot, usually clint or steve, who bit their tongue, unlike sam or tony.

it would’ve been fine on any other day, but your day hadn’t started on the best note. the scars underneath your clothing seemed to burn every time you moved in the way they had when you first received them. you had stared at them for far too long, wishing you had the super-healing of the asgardian gods or the super soldiers you surrounded yourself with, who would never get permanent scars from the things you had experienced. they felt especially ugly sitting on your skin, making you want to lay in bed all day, pretending they didn’t exist.

your mission cut off your day of wallowing in your bed, forcing you to shove on your suit and sit in the quinjet to arrive at the mission you could’ve easily handled by yourself had it been another day and you had felt any other way.

you were from the same black widow program natasha was from; you were probably impossibly better, more ruthless and uncaring because from the moment you were born, you had nothing to lose, no family to protect, no memories of a childhood--even a fake one-- to hang onto. your movements were always calculated and perfect, like they had been forced to be, and your emotions were never supposed to cloud your anything-- they never did, except for when you had the days that knocked you off your feet, just like these.

nevertheless, you were distracted in the base with bucky, although you shouldn’t have been, considering the delicate information you were handling. you flawlessly did the routine of knocking guards unconscious, ignoring the way a harsh heat flashed in your hip when bucky’s hand touched the place where one of your more brutal scars was. it felt nearly as if he could feel it under his fingers, even though it was a ridiculous thought considering the material of your tac suit.

it was still going relatively fine; you had recovered the usb file you had been assigned to secure, and most of the guards were dead, fallen in a trail that created a clear pathway for bucky to find you, usb drive clutched tightly in your hand as you bled out on the floor, a knife thrown next to the pool of blood quickly forming underneath you and the person who had done it lying dead a few feet away. your gun was in your other hand, one of its bullets embedded in the hydra agents’ chest. bucky could hear the strangled gurgles of breathing coming from the agent, but he paid no attention to him as he rushed to your side, eyebrows furrowing as his hands reached the stab wound. you hissed sharply when you felt the cold of his vibranium fingers meet the burning hot of the injury, pressing down hard as lightly as he could while he mumbled something into the comms you never used. you were suddenly gathered into his arms, cringing when you heard a scream you didn’t realize was yours until you felt bucky’s lips moving in reassuring sentences next to your ear, a string of apologies falling from his lips. you never let go of the drive, desperate to keep hold of something that connected you to the real world, not wanting to focus on your other alternative: it was irrelevant when compared to everything else, but through the blinding red of pain, the only thing you could focus on was obsessing over the fact that a new scar would inevitably heal in place of the stab wound-- one you knew you would survive because you’d survived a hell of a lot worse than it, but the next ugly thing to form in your abdomen might just make you never want to see yourself again.

warm tears rolled down your cheeks as bucky carried you back into the quinjet, one of your hands tiredly fisted at bucky’s shirt, trying your best to stay awake but ultimately failing from the loss of blood and will.

-

it’s stupid. you’re aware, but your first thought when you open your eyes again is how there is yet another scar that will form on your abdomen, making tears rush to your eyes in frustration because it was your fault it was there anyways. had you just paid attention-- just not concentrated so on the wretched things, a new one would not be forming right now. the collection of ugly tissue that littered your skin was already too large.

the frustration you felt overpowered the painful numbness that settled over the wound in your abdomen, making dried tears spring back to life and dribble down your apple cheeks, alerting your boyfriend of your state. “doll? what’s wrong?” he asks, and at the sign he’s there, listening to your whimpers and audible disdain, the dam breaks loose, your hands reaching up to your face and tugging at the gash.

bucky’s up on his feet, tender hands circling around your wrists to pull them back down, “y/n, what’s wrong, doll?” he repeats, gentle blue eyes scanning your tear-streaked face. you squeeze your eyes shut, another salty trail making its way onto the bow of your lips. bucky’s warm fingers wipe away the wetness, his fingertips light.

“baby, please tell me what hurts,” he begs, his vibranium hand making its way into yours. you shake your head, squeezing his cold fingers. “i hate them,” you mumble, feeling his palm cupping your jaw, “i hate them so much.”

“hate what, honey?” he questions gently, brows furrowing further when he sees your hand curling into a loose fist above the place where his hands have lovingly settled: right on your scars. “i’m sorry,” you cry quietly, nose scrunching up when his fingers trace over the tissue he’s memorized the location of, “i hate them. they’re ugly and i hate them.”

“these?” bucky inquires, surprised. he lifts your shirt-- really, his-- to see the object of your tears, catching when you shut your eyes again and more tears drip off your jaw.

“bucky, no--”

bucky looks up at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “y/n…” he starts sadly, pulling away to get you to look at him. “they’re not... “ his eyes flick down to one of the scars, and he taps on it gently, “d’you remember this one? it was a couple years ago when i barely joined the team.” you can feel a lump growing in your throat, perfectly able to recall where you got it.

“you barely knew me back then, but you did know i was a super soldier, and you jumped in front of that bullet anyways. god, i knew i had to ask you out before someone knocked sense into anyone else.”

you sniffle, biting your lip, “this one,” he touches another one, “you saved nat and a little girl from a madman. her parents were so thankful they stayed with you until you woke up to thank you.” his finger wipes away another tear, “she invited me to her birthday party this year,” you snivel, and bucky smiles.

“these are not ugly-- you are not ugly, i promise.” he tells you. “i love you, every part of you--” his head suddenly ducks down, and you can feel his lips softly pressing against the scars, careful to avoid your newly forming one. your hand reaches his jaw, running your nail along his stubble as more thankful tears slip from your eyes. “i love you,” he repeats, kissing your lips.

“thank you,” you whisper against his lips, sniffling as you feel the burn on the scars slowly begin to disappear with the coolness of bucky’s vibranium fingertips.

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[vendettaparker]

What a Dumbass [P.P]

Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Swearing, like a substantial amount, suggestive content kinda, gun shot wound, and flustered!Peter 

a/n: I really liked writing this. I couldn’t stop laughing at some of the dialogue. and the mistake peter made to cause the whole set-up of the story is so funny to me. like i can legit see him making this mistake. also, i’m gonna make a permanent tag list, so please send me an ask or message me if you want to be on it! <3

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     Peter Benjamin Parker is a fucking dumbass. All the time mostly. Most of the time his dumbassery leads to a lot of annoyed avengers, a lot of clean up, and a lot of spilled secrets. Hence why like three people who definitely shouldn’t know he is Spider-man do. But every once in while his idiocy can lead to an unexpected happily ever after, at least until he fucks something up again. 

     This particular fuck up has yet to be determined as a happy accident or your new 13th reason. It all started when that spider bitch decided it’d be a good idea to watch some explicit content on his laptop. Now, this wasn’t particularly an unknown activity for him to partake in, since we all know about his little impromptu purchase in Germany, but unbeknownst to this dork, his aunt was in the next room over working on a tear in his suit. And to make matters worse, he accidentally just so happened to purchase a subscription using said aunt’s credit card that was pre-setup in his laptop. 

     Now May is a very understanding woman. Very sex-positive, very loving, and inclusive; the whole shebang really. So when she happened to catch this idiot doing what he most certainly shouldn’t have been doing, she wasn’t mad, just thoroughly disturbed. Then she got the notification about the purchase. That was a bit more taboo in her eyes. So Peter was grounded from patrolling for a week and his laptop privileges were revoked for two weeks. That was fucking merciful compared to what this whole fuck up put you through. 

     At the school that following Monday, Peter spent the whole first, second, fourth, and lunch period trying to convince you to take over patrol for a week. Sure, you could definitely handle it, not to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you were significantly stronger than Peter, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But you just really didn’t want to. Peter had his ‘Peter Tingle’ to help him find danger, while you’d actually have to look. It just seemed harder for you to do than it would be for him. 

     “Why are you even grounded?” You sighed after Peter's 3rd time bringing up the possibility of you patrolling for him at lunch. 

     “He got caught watching and buying p—” Ned started laughing.

     “Ned! Shut up!” Peter yelled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. 

     “How has your identity not been leaked yet, Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, giggling. You flipped through your chemistry textbook, writing notes to prepare for Friday’s quiz. 

     “Yeah, and how come you didn’t know May was home?” Ned pushed Peter’s hand away. “Where was your ‘Peter Tingle’ then?” 

     “She’s not a threat, dude. But shit, I really wish my tingle detected her.” Peter groaned, a deep blush covering his features. “Please (Y/N). I really, really don’t wanna leave Queens without any protection for a week. I’ll try to convince May to let me go out on the weekend, so really it’s only five days.” 

     “I guess I could help you out, but you owe me. I should really spend this time studying for my chemistry test. Iron bitch is gonna have my head on a spike if I fail another chem test.” You said, highlighting more notes. 

     “Okay! Delmar’s for a week, anytime, anywhere.” Peter said putting his hand out for you to shake. 

     “Make it a month, I know my worth.” 

     Peter hesitated, but eventually gave in, “Fine, but you better do a good job.” 

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     So now you were stuck patrolling from 8:30 to 11:00 every night. It wasn't bad per se, and nothing too eventful happened. You stopped a small convenience store robbery, gave a few kids some tips at the skatepark, ran some errands for an old lady, and saved a cat from a tree. Thursday night was the real kicker though. Your night had barely started and you accidentally got in the middle of a drug deal between some smaller mob and a real messed-up junkie. This should’ve been an easy takedown, only six people in total that needed to be taken out, but like was mentioned before, you don’t have Peter’s goddamn, stupid fucking tingle. So after taking all six of the perps out you started to walk away after alerting the police. Unfortunately, one of those assclowns had come to, and grabbed the gun a few feet away from him and shot it towards you. The bullet went through your thigh and out the other side. Screaming in shock and pain, you used your own throwing knives and knocked the gun out of the mobster’s hand, then you proceeded to knock him out again with a few good punches to his noggin, maybe a few more, just for good measure. But this wound would need to be cleaned and stitched up. And if you went back to the Tower, Steve and Tony would give you an earful about “watching your surroundings” and “being more careful”. So in a moment of pure adrenaline and desperation, you texted Peter. 

You: are you home

Spider-Dork: Yeah, why?

You: i’ll be there in 5 

Spider-Dork: What? Why? Is everything ok?

Spider-Dork: Hello??? (Y/N)????

(Y/N) declined (3) calls 

Spider-Dork: Answer my calls idiot. 

     Peter’s texting and constant calling was cut short from a crash in his room. 

     “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Peter called from the couch in the living room. 

     “Yeah, can I borrow a t-shirt?” You called, fumbling around accidentally knocking over another lamp. “Oops, sorry!”

     “Uh, yeah sure. In the closet!” Peter called back pausing his show, prepared to make his way over to you. 

     “And some sweats?” You called back, blood dripping all over Peter’s hardwood floor. 

     Peter got up to make his way to his room. “Yeah, second drawer on the left side.” He said as he made his way to his bedroom. Knowing you were in there, most likely changing, he knocked. “You decent?” 

     “Nope, not really. I need a pair of your boxers too, though.” You called through the door, now seeing that the blood splattered on your underwear as well. “Also, bring the first aid kit when you come in.” 

     ‘What? Why?” Peter said in a more stressed tone, pushing his way into the room, completely ignoring the fact that you were very much not decent. “Holy shit.” He said seeing you out of your suit, in your bra and underwear, blood dripping down your right leg, pooling onto the floor. Your hand, red and bloody, pressed onto what he only assumed was the wound and blood seeping through your fingers. 

     “Bring a mop too.” 

     Peter ran out of the room to grab the first aid kit, plus some extra bandages and a cleaning solution. When he came back in he found you in the same state, standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed in pain, clutching your right thigh. 

     “What the hell happened?” He gasped, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitated, not wanting to mess up his sheets. He seemed to notice your thought process quickly adding, “I have to wash my sheets anyway.” 

     “Gross.” You mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust and finally settling down on his bed. 

     “Move your hand and tell me what happened,” Peter said kneeling on the floor next to the bed, positioned right at your hips. You removed your hand, bloody instantly seeping onto the bed. Peter winced looking at the hole in your leg, quickly grabbing the peroxide and dumping heaps of it onto your leg, much to your distaste. 

     “I got shot.” You stated as he cleaned the blood around the hole with alcohol pads.

     “Well, no shit. I mean by who and how?” 

     “Mobster. Sneaky bitch got me while I was walking away.” You winced as Peter inspected the wound further. 

     “I need to stitch this up. Did it go all the way through?” He said lifting your leg to look underneath for an exit wound. 

     “Yeah.” Peter found the exit wound and held your leg up with one hand, pouring peroxide on the back of your thigh with the other. 

     “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)! This looks really nasty.” Peter scolded, setting your leg back down and prepping the needle and sutures. “What if this was in your chest? Or—or if you didn’t get here in time? You could’ve bled out!” 

     “Well sorry that I don’t have your stupid tingle to help me out when I’m being fucking shot at!” You yelped, gripping the bedsheets. 

     “You don’t need spidey sense, you need fucking common sense,” Peter mumbled, stitching his first suture.

     “What the fuck did you just say?” You looked at him incredulously. 

     “I— uh, nothing.” Peter huffed, focusing back on stitching you up.

     “This is your all your fault, to begin with!” You accused, shifting uncomfortably, due to the needle constantly being stuck into your leg. “You’re the one that begged me to go on patrol for you! You’re the dumb bitch that got caught watc—” 

     “Ok! Shut up! For God’s sake, you’re never gonna let me live that down.” Peter groaned, finishing up the last stitch. “Flip over.” He commanded, pushing at the side of your waist to help with the movement. 

     “Well, it was fucking dumb. Don’t you check to make sure nobody’s home? God, we all know you’re a vocal bitch too.” You said, fully situated on your stomach. 

     “What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?” He gasped, prepping another needle. 

     “You’re a sensitive boy.” You shrugged, wincing when Peter started his next stitch. 

     “I-I am not sensitive! I’m emotionally and physically staunch!” He defended, going in for another stitch. 

     You just raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You winked at him, blowing an exaggerated kiss. 

     “You're a jerk,” Peter mumbled, finishing up his stitching job. “A jerk with a fucked up leg.” 

     You hummed, quite amused. Peter got up and started to collect his medical supplies. He shuffled out of the room to put everything away. When he returned you were trying to get up and walk, wincing at every slight movement. 

     “Here, let me just—” Peter lifted you up, bridal style. A small yelp coming from you when a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Sorry.”

     “It’s fine. Can you help me get dressed?” You said as he walked you over to his desk and set you down in his desk chair. 

     “Sure.” Peter blushed, painfully aware of your lack of clothes. He picked out some clothes from his closet and drawers. He helped you into them, wallowing in the uncomfortable silence, taking in each whimper and wince from you whenever he brushed against your thigh. 

     “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He sighed after you were all dressed. “This is my fault.” 

     You looked at his distraught face, feeling bad for initially blaming him for the events of tonight. “No, Pete. It’s fine. I should’ve made sure all of the guys were knocked out.” You put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

     “No, I should’ve been more careful when I was watching that stuff. I have my spidey sense, I would’ve been able to avoid getting shot. It’s not your fault that you didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider.”

     “Pete, really, I’ll be better by next week anyway. It’s fine.” 

     Peter shook his head, sighing. “I just feel so bad, I shouldn’t have forced patrolling on you.” You hugged him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

     “Peter stop. It’s just an unfortunate accident.” You mumbled, hugging him closer. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

     “But it didn’t happen to just anyone (Y/N), it happened to you. And I caused it. I-I don't know what I’d do if something ever happened to you. What if it was worse?”

     You sighed, pulling away from Peter and cupping his face, seeing the regret and shame pooling in his eyes. Without much thought, you pulled him closer, slowly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Truly getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the feeling of perfection. 

     Peter’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, before he was kissing you back, reveling in the feeling he’s been dreaming about for months. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter flushed at your actions, unable to stop the wide smile crossing his features. 

     “Sorry,” You mumbled sheepishly, “just needed to shut you up for a second.”

     “Maybe I should talk more, just to see what happens,” Peter smirked, pulling you in for another shorter, but just as sweet, kiss. 

     You hummed against his lips. “I really like you. Even when you're a dumbass.” You sighed against his lips.

     “The feeling is mutual.” 

     “Rude. I’m not a dumbass.” You gasped in faux offense. 

     “You’re the one with a bullet wound.” he deadpanned 

     “You’re the one who got caught watchin—”

     “(Y/N)!”

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[bucky-hues]

bucky barnes fic recs

here are some bucky fics i loved reading!

many of these are 18+ and there are some dark fics in here, so please read the warnings for each fic! if any of the writers i’ve included want anything removed/edited, please let me know!

one shots

jack pendleton | @roger-that-cap

author!bucky x reader

moving into an apartment to get away from your last relationship was fun all fun and games until you met your extremely attractive across-the-hall neighbor, who makes awesome cookies and even better novels.

grip | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x reader

You knew Bucky didn’t like his arm. You just didn’t know how much until he accidentally hurt you with it.

voicemails to an unmanned inbox | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x reader

When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home.

can’t get the words out | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky’s been awfully distant lately. You don’t think your heart can take what you know he’s about to say.

his everything | @likeahorribledream

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky has trouble talking about his feelings and he ends up pushing away the one person he needs the most.

eavesdrop | @bestofbucky

bucky x avenger!reader

things spies don't notice | @starrysebastians

bucky x avenger!reader

don't you worry (your pretty little head) | @babyboibucky

guitarist!bucky x reader

You agree to spend twelve hours with Bucky whom you just met.

suburbia | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.

sparklin' eyes | @19ana45

roommate!bucky x reader

Prompt: Character A’s current boyfriend/girlfriend/partner mocks Character B for their crush on their best friend, [A]. [B], feeling humiliated, withdraws from the friendship with [A], who is completely oblivious [B] has feelings for them.

reoccurring face | @swtbbybarnes

bucky x reader

he’s been around a lot lately, sometimes multiple times a day, and you’re starting to wonder how much coffee one man can actually drink.

falling for you | @comfortbucky

roommate!bucky

moving on | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x reader

After Bucky had been missing for a year, you had presumed him dead. Time passed, yet you seemed unable to move on from his death. That was until a familiar face came to your doorstep one winter night.

bucky bitchass barnes to the rescue | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x avenger!reader

In an attempt to escape from hectic life as an Avenger, you decided to go out on a date. Unfortunately, you got stood up. While Bucky hates you, he hates seeing you embarrassed more and decides to fill in for your M.I.A. date.

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you’re safe.

the lost converse | @firefly-in-darkness

bucky x reader

Last nights party was a bit of a mad one, what do you do when you wake up in someone else’s bed?

nervous | @dailyreverie

bucky x reader

A nervous Bucky introduces you to his fellow Avengers during game night

fever | @dailyreverie

bucky x reader

a little old fashioned | @gogolucky13

bucky x reader

Bucky is a bit subtle in telling you he likes you.

sweetart | @onlyjamesbarnes

soft!bucky x baker!reader

your best friend bucky tries to stay platonic with you, letting you live out your dreams, but his instincts soon get the better of him.

the things you've done | @divine-mistake

bucky x reader

what if the world ended tomorrow and all he did was spend his last day with you thinking about how you never hold his metal hand and you never walk on his left side and you constantly reach out for his right arm?

do you still love me? | @thatfangirl42

bucky x reader

2:00am | @thatfangirl42

bucky x avenger!reader

miscommunications | @empyreanwritings

bucky x avenger!reader

cookies, kisses, and such | @sweetbucky

neighbour!bucky

pretending | @multifandomwriter

bucky x reader

Bucky notices you at a party and is instantly attracted to you. Steve instantly notices the lovestruck look in his eyes, but also his nerves that are stopping him from talking to you. So Steve plays on Bucky’s jealousy to get him to make a move.

good together | @irndad

bucky barnes x avenger!reader

bucky and his girlfriend are in secret, and they think they are absolutely perfect for each other. literally everyone else in the compound thinks bucky and nat are made for each other.

l-o-v-e | @irndad

college!bucky x reader

college!bucky meets reader in a library and it’s all downhill from there. He’s desperately in love and pining and it’s all ridiculous and he doesn’t think she could like him back.

tell me the truth | @bwhitewolfbarnes 

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky finds himself overhearing your conversation with his younger self, and he hates the way it makes him ache. He needs to know what is real.

the staring contest | @jobean12-blog

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky has a staring/glaring problem and you can’t figure out why!

lavender | @wkemeup

bucky x reader

Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know.

little lion man | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader 

Sent on an assignment back to 1943, you encounter a drastically different version of the man you know

purgatory | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.

i love you, you idiot | @chrisevansjellybeans 

bucky x reader

all the good things | @houseravenclaws 

bucky x avenger!reader

bucky’s been more than a little happy recently. sam thinks it has something to do with the pretty girl on the team.

tap | @houseravenclaws

bucky x avenger!reader

bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.

shaking | @clintbartonswife

bucky x avengers!reader

after you get injured on a mission, the usually stoic Bucky breaks, and you see a side to him that he’s kept hidden ever since his acceptance into the Avengers.

deserving | @hanoella 

bucky x healer!reader

When someone bad mouths Bucky in your presence, you set things straight.

keep me cool | @chouettedubois

bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.

on, off and repeat | @avasparks

neighbour!bucky x reader

i wished on the moon for you | @sunmoonandbucky 

bucky x reader

After losing Bucky, you were devastated. So when Howard Stark asks for volunteers for an experiment, you’re the first in line.

the hottest avenger | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x avenger!reader

Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

hey daddy | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x avenger!reader

You join Peter and his friends for a game of Truth Or Dare but you wish you stayed in your room when MJ challenges you to do a task that will definitely out your secret relationship with Bucky.

crash course | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x reader

Bucky is a regular at the café where you work at and seeing him struggling with technology, you offer to help him, teaching him the basics while you are both thinking about taking it a little further than just a crash course.

little things | @watchmegetobsessed 

bucky x avenger!reader

missed chances | @soap-bubble-nebula 

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky is about to ask out the reader, but right before she could answer him her ex calls her up and she answers happily as she always wanted a second chance with said ex

truth or dare? | @soap-bubble-nebula 

bucky x avenger!reader

the experiment | @soap-bubble-nebula 

bucky x reader

make believe on christmas eve | @green-eyeddragonfanfiction 

bucky x reader

When your family insists you bring your [nonexistent] long-term boyfriend over for Christmas, you panic. You hadn’t expected to be put in this situation; you never thought you’d actually have to bring “him” over.

sick day | @nastybuckybarnes

bucky x avenger!reader

you tell a little white lie to escape Avenging for a day, and Bucky finds out. He’s hurt and upset, until he finds out your reason why.

spies and secrets | @barnesandco 

bucky x reader

Bucky buys a new jacket that is… uncharacteristically bright. Sam ribs him for it, and you- you don’t know what to do with yourself.

the bar rules | @buckyhoney (18+)

bartender!bucky x reader

the family lunch |  @buckyhoney​ (18+)

dad'sbestfriend!bucky x reader

forbidden fruit | @bucksfucks (18+)

dad'sbestfriend!bucky x reader

you attempt to set your ex’s things on fire. bucky has a better idea.

mr. brightside | @bucksfucks (18+)

ex'sdad!bucky x reader

the one where you fuck your ex's dad

left gasping for air | @bucksfucks (18+)

bucky x reader

doused with sex pollen, you & bucky are met with a difficult decision.

love me harder | @celestialbarnes (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

you and bucky have been flirting and screwing around for months now, after seeing him getting frisky with someone else, you decide to do the same and bucky’s just about had enough.

sweeter than sugar | @angrythingstarlight (18+)

chubbybaker!bucky x reader

look my way | @sableseb (18+)

neighbour!bucky x reader

boyfriend upgrade | @multifandomwriter (18+)

roommate!bucky x reader

You have always been close with your roommate, Bucky, but tensions start to rise when your boyfriend begins to stay over at your apartment. You feel like you’re drifting apart until Bucky accidentally sees you almost naked.

lure | @bccky (18+) dark

bucky x reader

it’s all about the perfect lure

plan | @sergeantxrogers (18+)

bucky x reader

“I was supposed to forget about you, and you were supposed to forget about me, but damn it if I could ever forget about you because since the day I saw you, you never left my mind and you were all I thought about,” he rambled, focusing on anything his eyes could land on that wasn’t you. “You’re… you’re still all I think about,” he whispered, voice tired and beaten, like the very sentence had been waiting in his throat for years just to get a chance to come out into the open.

play pretend | @wkemeup (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help.

you’re mine | @marveicinematics (18+)

bucky x reader

Having a secret relationship with a man as insecure and complex as James Buchanan Barnes may not have been the best idea you had, but one thing was certain: you knew how to make him feel better about the things that bothered him.

white lies and truth serum | @mariessecretfantasies (18+) dark

dark!bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky share a dance, a few too many drinks, and a night in bed together. Unfortunately, he neglects to tell you that he can’t get drunk.

bitter fruit | @divine-mistake (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

“The mission was already a success!” you say and you can feel tears burning the back of your eyes. You will yourself to blink them back. “You had the files, the base was set to detonate, I don’t understand why you didn’t just stay on the fucking jet.”

“Because you were going to die.”

always here | @simsadventures (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

You have an obvious crush on Bucky, and kind of hope he feels the same. But when you overhear agents talking about you, and then even Bucky, you realise there is no hope for you. At least you think there isn’t.

your captain | @onlyjamesbarnes (18+)

dark!bucky x reader, husband!steve x reader

a perfect anniversary night gets interrupted by his best friend, who happens to be your boss.

series/multi-chap

graveyard , sacrifice | @wkemeup

bucky x healer!reader

As the unofficial healer for the Avengers, you pride yourself on the ability to mend heroes with the touch of your hand. Only, your gift comes at a heavy price — one you keep secret from your friends —and when Bucky asks you to do the impossible, they’ll discover why your gift is called a sacrifice, too.

sunrise | @wkemeup​ (18+)

veteran!bucky x librarian!reader

After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you.

TiMER | @xbuchananbarnes (ongoing) (18+)

bartender!bucky x reader (soulmate au)

“If a clock could count down to the exact moment you’ll meet your soulmate, would you want to know?”

the match | @babyboibucky (ongoing) (18+)

ceo!bucky x reader

You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

the holiday hack | @gogolucky13 

bucky x reader (modern au)

You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party.

sexual healing , medicine | @gogolucky13 (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

You ask a touch-starved Bucky if he wants to try something new in an attempt to take your minds off work.

vacant mirrors | @whirlybirbs (18+)

bucky x reader

shit's been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes. set before tfatws; a friends-to-lovers, slowburn, eventual smut.

salvatore | @nsfwsebbie (18+) dark

dark!bucky x reader

Bucky Barnes doesn’t believe in love anymore. Especially after the tragic, unknown death of his wife, Natasha. He thinks it’s stupid and a waste of time and- oh my. Hello there, you. There you were, with your notebooks and your novels, writing your heart away. He’s hellbent on saving you from this nasty world, his elusive neighbor that has him under the stupid spell of love. You soon find yourself trapped in a tragic love story with Bluebeard, not Prince Charming.

polyonymous | @bubblebuckys

bucky x reader (social media au)

You met James on Twitter three months ago, and you’ve talked everyday since. You really like him, and you don’t think you’ve met anyone like him. That is, until the fateful night that brings the Avengers to you. You meet Bucky Barnes, and then you’re stuck choosing between two guys so alike you find yourself asking why they couldn’t be the same person.

going live , offline | @ritesofreverie (18+)

camboy!bucky x reader

your new neighbour looks so familiar, where had you seen him before?

heavy metal lover | @mypoisonedvine (ongoing) (18+)

sub!bucky x dominatrix!reader

working as a dominatrix is never exactly easy, but a new client brings challenges you never expected.

fake boyfriend real orgasms | @bucksfucks (ongoing) (18+)

roommate!bucky x reader

when bucky needs a date to sam’s wedding, he makes a deal with you. when it starts to turn into something a little more real, you realize how deep you’re in.

almost had me believing it | @tuiccim (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

it's brooklyn, baby | @my-divine-death (ongoing) (18+)

college!bucky x reader

hush 1 2 | @starbuckie (ongoing)

bucky x reader

in quiet corners and selfish moments, y/n and bucky have kept their relationship a secret, one love that was pure and untouched by the darkness that surrounded them. but after bucky is able to walk the streets a free man once again, will their love be able to survive?

misconceptions | @firefly-in-darkness (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have…

what a night | @jurassicbarnes

bucky x reader

Bucky Barnes is out in the new world, navigating through everyday life and it’s trials and tribulations. His therapist insists he tries new things. He has collected a few new hobbies. But when it comes to making new acquaintances, what’s a better way to meet new people than a little dating site called Tinder.

hey, professor | @balenciagabucky (ongoing) (18+) dark

professor!bucky x reader

professor barnes always had his eye on you, you noticed it, your girlfriend noticed it, even his friends and after one raunchy photo sent to him, a joke, nothing more, in his world you become more than just a student

missing piece 1 2 3 4 | @likeahorribledream

bucky x avenger!reader

seeing red | @mypoisonedvine (18+)

bodyguard!bucky x actress!reader

bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

flight risk , no control | @wkemeup

bucky barnes x avenger!reader

Bucky becomes a flight risk after a failed mission and is put in lockup under Steve’s orders. Even though Bucky won’t say a word of what happened, you camp outside the door to his cell so he knows he isn’t alone.

bad match | @justreadingfics (18+)

bucky x reader

Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

unbroken | @constantwriter85 (18+)

bucky x hacker!reader

Bucky isn’t happy about being paired with a snarky, untested hacker on a stealth mission to infiltrate Hammer Industries. But when the mission spirals out of control and they’re both captured, he finds out just how much heart his hacker has–and how far she’s willing to go to protect the lives of others.

if i only had a heart 1 2 | @chouettedubois​ (18+)

bucky x reader

Team Cap is back at the compound after being pardoned. Bucky is suffering from the shoddy work HYDRA did with his prosthetic. Tony brings reader in to fix it—and maybe help him find his heart in the process.

text me | @soap-bubble-nebula​ 

bucky x reader

Tony and the other’s are off on a mission, and it’s up to you to help Bucky get comfortable and assimilate into normal life. He texts you because Tony told him he could.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fic #fic rec

[itsapeterthing]

Last Breath || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: You and Peter have been best friends for years, fighting alongside each other as Avengers. When you nearly die, the true feelings you and Peter have for each other come to the surface.

a/n: Peter’s 19 here b/c let’s just pretend infinity war and endgame didn’t happen and it’s 2021 lol. This is also my first time writing in a long time and first time writing for Peter. Feel free to request below!

word count: 3.2k

warnings: mentions of death, blood, fluff, and I guess angsty, crying Peter

masterlist || request here

You had first met your best friend Peter Parker two years ago after you learned you had powers and had been discovered by the Avengers. Being the youngest two of the Avengers and the same age, you and Peter were practically attached at the hip and everyone was aware of it. Whether it was having each other’s backs during missions, helping each other with homework or binge watching the latest sci-fi television show together, you and Peter were inseparable.

As much as you and Peter had tried to convince yourselves that you were only best friends and nothing more, everyone around you could see through that facade. They caught what you two tried to hide from one another- the stolen glances, the jealousy, the stuttering, the getting flustered when anyone brought up the prospect of you two being anything more than friends.

It’s not as if you two weren’t aware of the feelings that you had- you knew you liked Peter more than a friend should- but you weren’t about to tell him and have him laugh in your face, ruining everything you’ve built. So, the two of you lived in less than blissful ignorance, hiding your feelings from one another.

There wasn’t a nice way to put it- during your last mission Peter got absolutely wrecked. Although he had super-human abilities, even he was taking a longer time to recover which meant him staying back at the Avengers Compound while you and the rest of the Avengers went on a mission.

Peter knew that you could handle yourself and admittedly had powers that exceeded his, but he worried about you and tried to beg you to stay behind with him. He hated the idea of you going out and him not being able to have your back. He wouldn’t be able to relax unless he knew you were safe and he wouldn’t be able to keep you safe while you were out fighting and he was confined to his bed.

“Y/n, please.” He begged, tucked under his sheets.

“Peter, they need me.” You insisted.

“Not as much as I need you, though.”

“Oh yeah?” you chuckled at his attempt to implore you to stay.

“Yeah!” He continued. “Who’s going to stay here and look after me? What if I need something? Plus, my leg has been really aching.... so... I think it’s decided! Besides, what would you do if something happened to me?”

You laughed. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, Peter. You’re fine. I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone.”

Debatable, Peter thought. He always noticed when you were there and especially when you weren’t.

“Okay, but, hear me out-“ He explained. “What if someone tries to attack the Compound? I can’t do anything to protect myself! I could die!”

“You’re not going to die, Pete.” You smiled. “If you die, I’ll kill you.”

That was the last thing you said to your best friend before you left with the rest of the Avengers. You would be lying if you said you were totally fine going on this mission without Peter. You were anything but calm. Sure, the others would have your back, but not the same way Peter did, swooping in at the last moment before someone got to you like he was always looking out for you.

You told yourself you’d be fine. For the most part you were. You could handle yourself and you had a good grip on your powers. You covered others and they did the same for you in return.

You had always heard that no matter how good things were going, it could change in a blink of an eye. One moment you could be kicking ass and the next you could be dead. You thought you knew better. You thought that you had everything covered, but you were so focused on the creatures in front of you, you didn’t even hear the one behind you until you felt the blade go through your abdomen.

It happened so quickly you could barely even process it. As soon as the blade went through you, you heard gun shots and the creature behind you and all those in front of you drop. You didn’t even notice, only moving your shaking hands to your abdomen, feeling the area and pulling them away to see your hands covered in blood.

The next thing you knew Natasha was at your side, noticing your wound and turning back to face you.

“Y/n, listen to me, it’s going to be okay.” She said frantically. You know she meant well but the way she lost her cool let you know that this was definitely not a good situation.

The sharp pain running through you made you lose your balance and collapse into her arms. You heard her speak into the ear piece, telling the others that you were injured and needed to get help ASAP. She continued to try to keep you awake and to assure you that everything would be fine but all you could do was cry back frantically that you weren’t ready to go.

When you began to feel light headed, you heard footsteps and without looking up you knew it was Tony.

Seeing you in your current state, he cursed to himself and looked at Nat. “The kid is going to kill me.”

You know he meant Peter.

“We have to get her out of here. The blade staying in there helped, but there’s only so much longer she can go without a hospital.” Nat said.

You felt Tony kneel besides you, still leaning into Nat’s arms. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You could barely even pay attention to what was going on around you, just thinking about how you could die any second. It happened so quick. Before he could pick you up, coughing up blood and struggling to speak you told him. “I told Peter this morning that if he died, I’d kill him myself.” You laughed. “It’s ironic now that I think about it. He told me not to come. He was right... and so were you.”

Picking you up, to rush you to the hospital, he asked, “Right about what exactly?”

“It feels so stupid now,” You spoke, feeling more blood drip down your chin. “I should have just told him. You were right. I do love him.” Beginning to feel lightheaded again and struggling to breathe, you told him: “If I die, be gentle with him... okay, Mr. Sta-”

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Peter couldn’t sit still in bed, knowing you were out there fighting and he wasn’t there to protect you. Not being able to put his mind or body to rest, he threw off the covers and began climbing out of bed. Sure, he had a difficult time balancing at first and was walking with a bit of a limp, but he could handle it.

Walking out of his room and into the hallway, he heard muffled voices coming from the room, meaning that at least some of the team had made it back home.

Eager to see you, he stumbled quickly into the main room only to be met with Steve and Natasha. Taken by surprise he attempted to stand up straighter, leaning against a wall for help.

“Mr. Captain America sir,” Peter spoke nervously, still intimidated by the man in front of him, despite the many times he fought alongside him.

Both him and Natasha had grim looks on their faces as he attempted to peek around them in hopes of seeing you or Mr. Stark come in behind them.

“Peter...” Natasha spoke gently, slowly moving towards him.

Peter chuckled nervously, cutting her off. “Hey, where’s Y/n? Or Mr. Stark?”

Nat and Steve looked at each other before turning back to Peter. Steve stepped forward, reaching his hand out to Peter’s shoulder.

Peter glanced nervously from Cap’s hand on his shoulder to his face, asking again. “Where’s Y/n?”

“She was injured. Tony rushed her to the hospital and they’re operating on her now.” Steve spoke plainly.

Peter’s heart rate jumped and he began breathing heavily, looking between Nat and Steve frantically. “Injured? What do you mean injured? Wait, surgery?” His brain was moving a million miles a minute. He could barely comprehend what was going on, fearing the worse.

Nat spoke this time. “There’s not a nice way to put it, Peter. She was...” She pauses looking at Steve. He nods and she turns towards Peter. “She was stabbed. It happened so quick, Peter. There was nothing anyone could have done.”

Peter feels like screaming that there was something that someone could have done- that he could have done if he had only been there to protect you. He knows that Natasha means well but he can’t help but beat himself up, knowing you’re dying somewhere and he never even told you how he felt. He couldn’t bare to think about your body lying in Nat’s arms while you were covered in blood, scared of dying.

As much as he wanted to scream, he could just feel tears coming to his eyes and turned around, rushing back to his bedroom. He could hear the footsteps of Steve and Nat as he slammed the door behind him, wincing as he stripped himself of his clothes, searching for and grabbing his spiderman suit and pulling it on.

“Peter, what are you doing?” He heard Nat speak through the door.

Holding back his sniffles, he flung open the door, pulling the spider-man mask over his face. “I’m going to go see her.”

Natasha, watching as he struggled down the hallway spoke, “You can barely walk! You can’t go.”

He continued.

Cap spoke this time, “Kid, I get it, but there’s nothing you can do. You have to let yourself hea-“

“No!” Peter shouted turning around. The crack in his voice was evident to the two avengers, making his sobbing clear. “I could have done something! If I was there I could have saved her. She wouldn’t be dying right now if I had been there. This is all my fault, don’t you get it? If it weren’t for me getting hurt I would have been able to protect her!”

The three of them stood in silence and when he felt that no one was about to speak, Peter sighed. “I have to go.”

When Cap was about to go after him, Natasha grabbed his arm. If Peter was hell bent on going, it wasn’t worth trying to stop him.

“At least let us take you.” Natasha said. “You’re crazy if you think you can just swing from here to the hospital and you definitely can’t walk.”

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The whole way there he had beat himself up for not being by your side, thinking of all the ways today could have gone differently so it didn’t have to end with you dying. He was so exhausted from crying, thinking about you, all the moments he shared and praying that he would get to make more.

Making it to the correct spot of the hospital, he saw Mr. Stark now changed out of his iron man suit and into a regular suit, standing outside a hospital room. When he made eye contact with Peter, Peter stopped short in the hallway.

“Take that thing off.” Tony insisted, pointing his finger at Peter’s mask. “I didn’t just donate millions of dollars to this hospital to keep you two’s identity a secret for you to keep that mask on. Come on, let’s go, I can’t take you seriously in that thing right now.”

Peter hesitantly took off his mask, stumbling further down the hallway. Even from far away Tony could see Peter’s tear stained face, red eyes and red cheeks, surely from crying since the moment he found out.

“Is... is she going to be okay?” Peter asked.

“As good as someone who just got stabbed with a blade from an alien planet can be.” Tony spoke before turning to look at Peter, who was visibly distraught. He sighed, wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulder. “She just got out of surgery. If you trust these doctors... they say she’ll be okay.”

For the first time since Peter found out he felt a weight lift off of his chest and the ability to breathe normally come back to him.

“Really?” He asked, cheerfully.

“Yeah, but-“ Tony continued. “You have to knock this off.”

Peter furrowed his brows. “What do you mean, Mr. Stark?”

Tony sighed. “This.” He gestured between Peter and the room you were resting in. “You two. No more of this little elementary school crush stuff.” Peter felt his cheeks flush. “She thought she was going to die after fighting aliens with her superpowers and the last thing she said was that she loved you. It’s disgusting, honestly.”

Peter didn’t even know how to process this. You were in love with him? You were in love with him! He had had feelings for you for so long that he didn’t even think it was possibly for you to look at him as more than a friend. Not only did you look at him as more than a friend- you loved him. Not only did you love him- you thought you were dying and you spent your last words on him.

“I know you feel the same way so just cut it out and tell her.” Tony spoke.

Peter snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at Mr. Stark. “How did you know?” Peter, realizing he just admitted Mr. Stark was right coughed, embarrassed. “I mean... why do you think so?”

Tony laughed. “You’re a smart kid, Parker.” He placed his hand on one of Peter’s shoulders. “But you’re not that good at hiding it. I mean I can’t even count how many times I caught you checking her out in her suit never mind the other times where-“

“Okay!” Peter yelped. “I get it.”

“Not even just me either,” Tony continued, chuckling. “Everyone and I mean everyone, knows.”

Peter, on the verge of being mortified, shouted again. “Mr. Stark! Please stop!”

Finally Tony stopped, checking his watch, looking back up to Peter. “You’re right. She should probably be awake by now anyway. Why don’t you head in?”

“Are you sure, Mr. Stark? What about you?” Peter asked.

“Well,” Tony clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “You’re the one she just confessed her undying love for, so I think she’d rather see you, kid.” He pat him on the shoulder one last time before walking off. “Good luck!”

Peter watched as he walked away down the empty hallway. Holding his mask in his hands, he then turned to the door of the room you were waiting inside. He took a deep breath before opening the door.

His heart shattered when he saw you laying in the hospital bed with your hands folded over your stomach. He hated the idea of you being hurt and it made your near death experience even more real to him.

“Hey, Peter.” You spoke, your voice almost a whisper.

“Hey Y/n.” Peter answers finally looking up from all of the medical equipment you were attached to to instead look at your face.

As he moved closer to sit in the chair besides your bed, he could still see dried remains of blood at the corners of your mouth. He grimaced, piecing the scene together.

“Pete, stop looking at me like that.” You spoke, paused then smirked. “Thanks for showing up in your suit by the way. Nice touch. I can’t believe the spider-man came to visit me.”

Peter smiled but then it faltered. You always knew how to lighten the mood, but he couldn’t help but think about how he was so close to never seeing you again. “You almost died, Y/n.”

“So I keep hearing.” You replied.

“It’s not funny, Y/n.” He spoke seriously, dropping his mask by his side and taking one of your hands. “I- I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re my best friend and other half. I know our lives are really complicated, but I don’t know, you make it better. I can’t help thinking about how you almost died. When they told me what happened I thought I would never see you again, Y/n.”

You let yourself become vulnerable, squeezing Peter’s hand, but before you could even speak, he opened his mouth again.

“Mr. Stark told me about what you said.” He spoke softly, scratching the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes.

You tried to stop your heart from racing knowing you were not only attached to a heart monitor, but that Peter also had super senses. You couldn’t help yourself though. Was it mistake to say all that? To be fair, you thought you were going to die, but now that Peter’s sitting here in front of you, you’re scared he knows about your feelings and that he’ll reject you.

“Oh-“

“I like you. A lot. Maybe more than a lot.” Peter starts rambling before you could even finish what you were saying. “It’s not just because you spent your dying words telling Mr. Stark you loved me either. I’ve liked you- actually now that I think about it- loved you- for a really long time. Probably since I first met you, honestly. It’s not because you’re like this super cool superhero chick either- don’t get me wrong, it’s super... wow- but I love you for you. Even if you had no powers or anything, I would still love you. I know this is probably a lot and maybe you just said that stuff because you thought you were going to die, but I know that I love you an-“

And just like that years of pining for you just spilled out of Peter’s mouth before you cut him off.

“You like me?” You asked again.

“I mean I love you, but uh... yeah.” Peter said slightly flustered.

Not being able to sit up or lean forward too much due to your healing wound didn’t stop you. Hearing his answer was all you needed for you to grab hold of the front of his suit, pull him towards you and kiss him.

Peter was shocked at first, but soon hummed in response, planting his hands on the pillow on either side of your head. When you pulled away you smiled up at him. “I love you too, Peter. I’m sorry it took me nearly dying to say it.”

Peter, trying to contain his excitement, just smiled and kissed you again, savoring every second of it.

Little did the two of you know that outside your room stood some of the rest of your group of the earth’s mightiest heroes, peeking in on your moment with Peter.

“I can’t believe he finally told her.” Nat said.

“What I can’t believe is that she actually felt the same way.” Sam spoke. “You’re telling me that she spent her dying breath on him?”

“What can I say? I taught him everything he knows.” Tony stated confidently as they turned back, watching the two of you through the hospital room window.

Unfortunately for Peter’s sake, they also witnessed him going to place his hands on your waist while kissing you and accidentally grazing your healing wound, causing you to yelp and wince.

“Sorry!” he shouted. “Oh shit, Y/n, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you? I’m so dumb, I’m so sorry-“

The others turned to Tony.

“Okay... well there’s only so much you can do to help that poor kid. That’s not on me.”

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