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disenchantingwrites · 1 year

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'86, Baby • E.M + S.H

Author's own fix-it imagine with a polyship of Steddie.

Steve Harrington x GN!Reader x Eddie Munson

A/N: another pull from my ao3 account while I finish up some others after slightly procrastinating.

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"Eddie, don't you dare." You glared at the male still in the Upside Down, but your worry took over as your hands gripped the makeshift rope. Tears welled in your eyes, but Eddie stared back with that stupid dopey smile, one he reserved when he was about to do something risky that he knew you would disapprove of. "Eddie,please."

"Eddie!" Dustin shouted from beside you, his voice cracking as he also realised what the metalhead was doing. "Eddie!"

"Don't be stupid!" You wished you could do something, but you felt impotent as you watched your boyfriend sliced the sheets, and they fell to the mattress at your feet. A sob slipped past your lips as he took a look back to the door on his side. "Eddie, please."

In a matter of seconds, Eddie was gone from your sight, and you were left staring up at the floor of his Upside Down trailer, both you and Dustin still helplessly calling for him. You cursed, throwing your makeshift spear across the room. The loud clatter made Dustin jump, and you sent him an apologetic look. You could both hear the screeching of the Demo-Bats, now further away from the trailer. Then you turned. Your eyes landed on a chair, and a thought leapt into your head.

"Dustin, help me move the mattress." You grabbed the chair and pulled it closer, letting Dustin know of your plan. He hesitated, but only for a second, and then the two of you were moving the stained-sheet-covered mattress out of the space you needed. "I'll go first, okay." You grabbed a lighter and rummaged through a few cupboards until you found some alcohol. "Give me the spear."

Dustin grabbed the makeshift weapon and passed it to you. You seized a tea towel from the counter and haphazardly wrapped it around the end, only caring that it was secure enough. Dustin could only watch as you gripped your weapon tighter and then threw it into the gate, followed by the alcohol as you shoved the lighter into your pocket.

"Watch out," you muttered, stepping back.

Dustin moved to the side as you moved to the beginning of the hallway. You let out a soft breath, your focus solely on your objective, saving Eddie. Saving one of the men you loved with your whole heart. Your fists clenched as you took a running start at the chair, barely lifting your leg onto it before you used the surface of the seat to propel you upward. Your fingers somehow managed to get a grip on the sides of the gate, and you used all your strength to push yourself upward, allowing the gravity of the mirroring dimension to pull you to the dark trailer's floor. You let out a soft cry as you landed. A sharp pain shot through your, luckily, non-dominant hand, and you looked up at Dustin for just a split second. He had a determined look on his face you were sure mirrored your own.

You gathered your things and moved away as you noticed Dustin prepared to copy you. And he did, almost as well as you. Only, much to your horror, the younger boy hurt his leg in his fall. But he brushed your aid off, pressing on to find his club leader. Your boyfriend. And you hastily followed him, dousing the cloth in some alcohol as you both rushed to the tornado of creatures not far from the trailer.

You could hear Eddie's cries. Your heart wrenched at the thought of him being hurt. His screams of agony tore at your eardrums, a cacophony of the worst noises you would probably ever hear.

But it only made you more pissed off with everything going on.

"Dustin, shield!" You shouted, the lighter out of your pocket and lighting the alcohol-soaked cloth-covered spear within moments.

Your breathing was loud, even among the villainous noises of the Demo-Bats; your blood was pumping in your ears almost deafeningly. Your eyes flicked to any bats coming toward you, and you slashed at them with your flaming weapon. You and Dustin stood almost back-to-back, fully intent on protecting the man that lay at your feet.

And then...

Nothing.

The collapse of the creatures happened in seconds, and it took only a matter of minutes before you were on the ground, your weapons discarded, both you and Dustin staring down at the man that had almost died. You pulled his head to your lap, the fingers of your aching hand in his hair as tears fell down your cheeks. You were sure once you looked into a mirror, you would have tracks carved through the dirt and grime, which Eddie would find a way to tease you about.

"You're okay, Eddie," Dustin whimpered, finally allowing himself to express his emotions. You noticed his hands pressing on the wounds on Eddie's torso, and you sucked in a sharp breath. "The others defeated Vecna. We can get you out of here. Get you to a hospital."

You could only nod at Dustin's words. Your lips quivered as you held back your own sobs. And then Eddie's hand moved to your face, his thumb brushing under your eye, a faint smile on his face as his dark eyes stared into yours. Those eyes that had pulled you in from the very moment you saw him were so warm and comforting despite their darkness.

"I didn't run away his time, right?" You could only smile at him. You placed your forehead against his, chuckles that could be heard as sobs escaped your mouth.

"No," you whispered. Dustin's broken chorus of "no"s filled your ears as well, only adding to the relieved look on Eddie's face. "You didn't."

"And I'm alive," Eddie let out a soft laugh, only to groan in pain. You shot him a worried look, but he waved you off.

"You didn't run," you nodded, "and you still lived."

"It's a goddamn miracle," Dustin added, earning bemused looks from you and Eddie.

"You're gonna look after all those little sheep for me, right?" Eddie now turned his head Dustin's way.

You could only watch as Dustin's face fell, eyes brimming with tears. Your heart jerked as panic settled in you, and you suddenly had a moment of doubt about Eddie's wellbeing. Dustin taking Eddie's other hand didn't reassure you.

"No," he could only whimper.

"Say 'I'm going to look after them'."

"I'm--" Dustin's voice cracked, and he took a deep breath. His voice trembled as he uttered his following words. "I'm going to look after them."

"Right," Eddie gave him a short nod. "Cause this is gonna be my year." He grinned broadly, in true Eddie fashion, as he squeezed Dustin's hand. "I'm going to graduate."

"'86?" You uttered. Eddie hummed.

"That's right," he glanced at you. "'86, Baby."

"We better get him back." Your head lifted to focus on Dustin. The younger male looked at you, his tears halted, for now, and gave you a definite nod. "Then I suppose we can only pray the others can get back here."

"They will," Dustin spoke, his voice solid, shocking you with how serious his tone suddenly turned. "We almost lost Eddie, we won't lose them, too. You can't lose Steve."

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Two Days Later

"Holy shit! Eddie!" You rushed toward the male, your hands coming to his face, much to his apparent surprise. You turned your head to the other, locking onto a certain other male's figure. "Steve!"

The brunet didn't need to be told again, and he dropped the box onto the ground, ignoring the others, and rushed toward the two of you. His hands immediately snaked around you and Eddie, his eyes wide as he gave the metalhead a hasty external examination. Eddie's look of shock morphed into a cocky grin, and he raised a hand from one of his crutches to tousle Steve's hair.

"Missed me that badly, Sweetheart?" Steve could only roll his eyes at Eddie's teasing.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital or something?" Steve queried. You and Eddie both noticed that his eyes held a heavy look of relief behind the expression of worry and scolding. The three of you shuffled back, realising the others were probably watching you. Eddie let out a soft snort.

"Everyone still thinks I murdered them, even with what you guys did to prove my innocence--hey... what did you do?"

You waved him off, sharing a glance with Steve. It was something for another time. Too complex for right now with everything else going on. "Not now, Eddie," you smiled, then moved forward to hug him again. "You, sir, need rest. Kick your feet up before your inevitable graduation. And don't you dare look at me and tell me you won't, because you can damn well believe I'm going to make sure you graduate."

Steve and Eddie shared a moment of silence, their eyes connecting in surprise. Then Eddie turned back to you. He nudged you gently with his hand. "'86, right, baby?"

A soft sigh left your lips, and you could only nod. "'86, Eddie."

"If you three are done with your little reunion," the three of you turned your heads, you and Steve looking sheepishly at Robin, "can you come and help with these boxes. We've still got to get them to the school."

Eddie leaned towards you and Steve, a frown set upon his lips. "What's happening at the school?"

"Temporary relief shelter," Steve replied.

"The earthquake from the Upside Down left a lot of people homeless and a lot of people... died," you gulped as you said the last word. Eddie's gaze shot towards you, then Steve, then the group. A thick feeling hung in the air.

"Can I... can I come with you guys?" He queried. You nodded, and your lips quirked at the corners. "Cool. And, um," Eddie cleared his throat, his hand lifting to point at the individuals who you only then remembered Eddie had never met, "who the hell are those guys?"

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One Week Later

Your hand resided on Steve's, whose fingers stayed tangled in Eddie's hair. The three of you were in your own little triangle group in your living room, sitting among the more extensive group of small groups. There was Dustin's original party of him, Luke, Mike and Will, with El among them; Nancy sat with Jonathan and Argyle, who you believed had not been sober the entire time you'd seen him. And then there was Vickie with Robin, with the latter shooting you and Steve wide-eyes glances whenever Vickie wasn't looking. You could tell Eddie was itching for something, some high now he was out of adrenaline and hospital drugs to make him feel okay, something to make him forget about his experiences and his current pain. But he didn't stop watching the movie you'd put on, nor did he actually make a move to have a smoke or ask Argyle if he had anything.

"Eddie," you whispered, leaning down to his ear. He hummed, barely tossing you a glance. "Eddie, did you want to go?"

Steve glanced between the two of you. His mouth morphed into a frown. It only deepened when Eddie finally shifted his head towards your worried face and replied with short but vigorous nods. You and Steve helped him from the floor, where he insisted on sitting despite both your and Steve's objections, and the three of you travelled upstairs to your bedroom, allowing your boyfriend to fall into the comfort of your duvet haphazardly tossing his crutches away. Eddie let out a long sigh, running his ring-clad hand over his face.

"You good?" Steve questioned, moving to take the place beside your, plural, boyfriend. Eddie let out a low grumble that only had negative interpretations.

There was a moment of silence. Then you and Steve shared a look. You could only worry about Eddie, considering how new he was to it all, how little time he had to adjust, and how you were sure Chrissy's death had traumatised him, and then how stressed Eddie was because he had to hide from the entire town of bloodthirsty individuals. You didn't have to think about how much he'd been tossed through or guess; you knew it. His anguish because of everything was evident just in his eyes.

"Did you want some time alone?" You spoke, voice small, cautious.

"No, no," Eddie's words came out almost like a plea. He raised his head just enough to look at you and Steve, eyebrows turned up, eyes wide. "I, uh, I--Can you stay? Ireallydon't want to be alone right now."

"Yeah, yeah," Steve was quick to reassure him, leaning down to kiss his forehead, his hand taking Eddie's. "We'll stay here with you, for as long you want."

You traipsed toward them and perched on the edge of your bed, gaze flicking between the pair. You held a soft smile on your lips as you observed them. Despite the three of you being one, the different pairings between you held something different. You and Eddie, chaos personified, eager to talk and listen when one of you went on a tangent about something you liked. You and Steve were calmer when you were together, you read, and he could sit and watch you for hours. Steve and Eddie were like two polar opposites, but they were tender with each other and a perfect 'parent' pairing to the kids.

Eddie's hand taking yours alerted you to the fact they were both staring at you. You could only smile to yourself at having been lost in your own thoughts, blissfully unaware of them.

"What'cha thinking about?" Eddie cooed, a curious look directed towards you.

"Not much," you replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Stuff and things. The fact that I love you both and I never, ever want you to scare me like that again."

Eddie let out a weak laugh, wincing. But he brushed off the directed stares of concern from you and Steve. "I love you too. And Scouts honour and that shit."

"You didn't even do scouts," Steve sighed. Eddie could only reply with narrowed eyes turned toward him. Then Steve's eyes flicked up to you. "I love you, too. Both of you, I guess."

"Don't say I guesswhen you include me, Harrington!" Eddie faked a gasp of hurt. He clutched a hand over his chest, the one in Steve's grasp, and stared bug-eyed at the brunet. "Words hurt, you know?"

"You'll live," Steve scoffed.

You let out a laugh at the pair's antics. Their mock bickering made everything feel slightly saner again, a comfort in the scene you'd longed for. For that moment, in that room with Eddie and Steve, everything felt okay again. You thought that, perhaps, Eddie had predicted the future. 1986 was going to be your year, his year, Steve and everyone else's. The rest of it, at least. 1987 would be a different story, but for the remainder of this year, you refused to believe anything else would happen. You would only accept the solace of the arms of Eddie and Steve. Nothing could change it.

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bisaster-energy · 3 months

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I have to know what nut allergy means 🤲🏻

god i had forgotten about this one til u tagged me💀i got the idea cos of some tiktok someone made about putting ghost pepper in their food to catch whichever coworker was stealing their food and ppl in the notes were freaking out cos "wHAt iF sOMeOnE iS ALlErGiC" me and my friend luke were like "god how funny would it be if you just went in someone's fridge drank all their milk and shit yourself cos ur lactose intolerant and then blame them for trying to poison u that logic is so crazy...what if it was a destiel au"

it's really just a silly hospital au i never got around to finishing it's cringy and basic but it's funny to me so i kept it

so cas is a doctor ofc i have to reward dean somehow.

he's neurosurgeon because i did watch grey's anatomy and dr. sexy being a parody of derek shepherd who's played by patrick dempsey who also played a guy named cass who was in a polyamory with jensen ackle's character and marilyn monroe. i had to put it in

i couldnt decide if i wanted dean to be a doctor too or a nurse but i know i wanted him in peds

basically it's one sided enemies to lovers with dean having beef with cas for no reason (he's hot and this frustrates dean to no end). meanwhile cas has a crush bigger than texas on that man

maybe a competitive aspect too like derek and burke had but less animosity. i try to lean into the soap opera aspect of it as if they're in a medical drama more than a REAL HOSPITAL because it's easier than doing extensive research <3

so maybe dean is a bit more of an asshole to cas than strictly necessary and no one else gets why. cas essentially gives up on trying to have a normal conversation w/dean and thinks he really hates him so he settles to only talk to him in a professional capacity so he wont encroach on his space more than he has to

dean takes this personally. i love misunderstandings

etc etc it comes to a head when maybe something happens that really sets dean off about cas (i haven't figured what yet) and so to get back at him he nabs a cookie from his lunch (cas already established that anyone can indulge in them but dean missed the memo ig)

anyways ruh roh! his dumbass is allergic to one of the ingredients cos it came into contact with walnuts or smth idk

dean's embarrassed as hell and cas finds him all swollen and fucked up and i haven't gotten past this part but yeah i just wanted cas to stab dean with an epi-pen really

overall very mid and silly and dumb but here's an excerpt anyway:

The neurosurgeon is, in Dean's humble (but also right) opinion, the only one worthy of the term Asshole around here, with a capital A.

Well, not the only one. But still.

And it's not like Dean didn't try to get to know him! New doctor shows up, windswept hair tousled to perfection, lab coat flaring behind him like some sort of superhero, gaze focused and intense, and eyes so so blue-

Ahem. Of course Dean is going to be intrigued he's a human being! It's not like Castiel was interested anyway. Barely said three words to Dean before rushing off somewhere else, probably to bless some other coworker with his angelic ass sculpted by god. Dean tried a few times after that and still ended up with nothing more than stilted small talk. Dude made talking to a brick wall seem like a cake walk. There was always something going on that had to cut their conversations short, and Dean thought Cas was just a shy guy at first, nothing wrong with that. But he's seen Dr. Novak easily chat with other staff for longer than two (painfully awkward) minutes. Especially Masters. God that snake just loves to hang off Novak, like that's her job instead of being a damn nurse. Even Balthazar, their own personal sleazeball of an anesthesiologist, allegedly manages to drag the uptight doctor out from time to time.

Not that Dean has been stalking them or anything. He just heard it through the grapevine like every other godforsaken rumor at this high school of a hospital. And if the grapevine happened to just be Balthazar himself bragging about their nights out in the breakroom, well that's Dean's business.

"I still say you need to give him a chance, Dean," his mammoth of a brother insisted, brushing his mane out of his face. Seriously, dude, just get a haircut. "I don't get what your problem with him is. Castiel is great! A little awkward maybe, but it really adds to his charm." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Sammy, you do realize you sound like you're trying to get me to adopt a dog that's about to be sent to the pound? It didn't work when you were eight and it won't work now. And, for your information, I've given Cas plenty of chances to talk to me. He's the one with the issue. You should be selling him all this kumbaya bullshit. And don't you have some lawsuits to prevent?"

It's Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Dean. If you gave up on talking to him then why the hell do you call him by a nickname?" With another flip of his mop, his brother left Dean spluttering for a reasonable answer. Which there is, of course. But Sam's long gone by the time he manages a weak "Castiel is a mouthful, okay?" "I'll say," came an annoyingly sultry voice from behind. Without turning Dean lets out a sigh. "Can I help you, Masters?" He asks flatly, already resigning himself to an unpleasant encounter. "Oh, don't be like that, Dean," God, he can practically hear the obnoxious pout he knows she's wearing right now. "I thought we could bond over what a mouthful Clarence is!" That has him spinning around.

meg is cas' bestie she can't understand why he's hung up on dean but she supports his terrible terrible taste. and if she can manage to convince dean they're fucking in the meantime well. god forbid women do anything

the reason sam seems so invested is cos the hospital has a betting pool over if these 2 get together and when. bros tryna make bank

#asks!!#wip #supernatural #destiel #it's soooooo dumb but sometimes a fic is junk food #dean deserves to have his doctor kink well and truly fulfilled #also the patrick dempsey lore actually kills me like every time i think about i cannot believe how it's all connected...#jensen ackles poly relationship with marilyn monroe and guy named cass in blonde. years pass #dempsey moves to grey's anatomy while ackles goes on to spn both airing in 2005.#dean is secretly into a show clearly parodying grey's anatomy. dr. sexy is definitely based off of dempsey's mcdreamy and is dean's fav #s4 of spn castiel is introduced. dean calls him cas.#14x12 has cas dressed as a doctor. 15x15 has cas talking to a pastor that played dr. sexy who tells him being gay is cool. what the fuck.

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