#Steve Harrington as Spider-Man?? be so FUCKING FOR REAL

[key-lime-slice]

I’m going to assume that anyone who headcanons Steve Harrington as Spider-Man has zero media literacy.

[stevie-petey]

How about Steve and bug talking about what they think their future is gonna be like? When he comes and visits her at work and they just talk about random stuff. He just says something off handedly like " I hope my kids read like you do, I want them to be booksmart like you." " Do you wanna have kids?"

" oh yeah definitely I want six."

"Six?! I could probably only handle three, if my kids are anything like me they'll be leash kids I'm serious."

And it's just sweet, them talking about how they hope their life to be, not knowing that they're each other's future.

oooo YES !!!

enjoy <3

"how many kids would you want? ya know, assuming you actually do want kids in the future."

steves question causes you to drop the change youd been counting at the register. "im sorry, what?"

"kids?" he sees your bewilderment and frowns. "what, youve never thought about your future?"

"i mean, sure? but i havent given any thought about kids. im sixteen, steve."

"and im seventeen and know for a fact that i want my kids to be booksmart like you." steve responds, not even paying that much attention to you as he busies himself with a comic.

you stare at him in shock. god, steve harrington really does just say the most bizarre things so casually. hes thought about his kids? and about how he wants them to be like you?

sometimes, you really hate that he does this. because then he just leaves you there, always standing in shock, as he goes about his day as if this is all normal.

you take a deep breath and shake your head, you have a job to do. dimes and nickels need to be attended to. "can i ask what sparked this insane thought?"

steve holds up the comic hes reading. "see, these i like. but those books about war and peace? no thanks. but... i dont know. guess theyd be good for my kids, seeing as they made you so smart."

you laugh. "im not the genius you think i am. i still think spider-man is real."

"youre like, the top of your class. shush."

"so sassy for a man who daydreams about having kids." you tease, but something shifts behind steves eyes.

"it is weird, isnt it?" he ducks his head down. "sorry."

well, now you feel bad. sighing, you drop the change in your hand and walk over to steve. sure, its a bit weird, but also incredibly sweet that he already seems to know how he'll raise his kids in the future.

you sit next to him and pluck the comic out of his hands. "so, tell me. how many kids we talking?"

a smile returns to steves face. "definitely, like, six."

"six?" you choke on your spit. "and who is birthing these six fucking children?"

a pause, then a frown. "hm. ya know, i never thought about that."

"bless you," you pat steves knee and he laughs. "i think id like three or so. maybe more, but definitely at least three. i love having a sibling, and i love taking care of dustin and his friends. ive already got years of experience."

"three? weak. do better, y/n." steve pokes your side.

you slap his hand away. "hey, i know im a handful. so is dustin. with my luck, my children will be little mini dustins and that... is a very scary thought."

"im an only child-"

"shocking!"

"anyways, its lonely. so im having as many kids as i possibly can. itd be fun, and id take them out to play baseball and go to parks and build forts and-"

"read them bedtime stories so they become booksmart?"

steve snaps his fingers and smiles. "exactly! you get me, y/n."

you giggle. "i try."

and for the last hour of your shift, you and steve debate the hypotheticals of your futures. steve remains adamant that he becomes a housewife, and you declare that if even one of your kids turns out like dustin, then youre sending them to live with him.

its a good day.

[themculibrary]

Texting Masterlist

After the Tone (ao3) - bozuri (Poljupci) G, 1k

Summary: Peter sort of, kind of accidentally forgot his half-finished lab report at the Tower the other day. There began the tricky, convoluted and delicate process of trying to arrange for his report to be returned to him in a timely manner.

or: Nobody calls these days. Voicemails are (somehow) still a thing. And Tony is exasperated(ly fond) beyond belief.

All's Fair in Love and Basketball (ao3) - janonny steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: Tony is hiding in his workshop and his teammates are hassling him with text messages after a game of basketball with Steve goes wrong. Can’t a bunch of superheroes let a fellow superhero lick his injured pride in peace?

Beat That (ao3) - AuroraWest loki/stephen E, 2k

Summary: It's morning in New Asgard and the middle of the night in New York City, but that doesn't stop Loki and Stephen from having a…stimulating conversation via text, complete with photos.

Booty call (ao3) - Just_Bill steve/tony M, 3k

Summary: Tony inadvertently messages the wrong number, thinking he's chatting with someone he met on Grindr. It's Steve's luckiest break all week.

Crossing all the Lines (ao3) - Cobrafantasies sam/bucky E, 9k

Summary: Sexting, phone sex and the real thing. Sam and Bucky cross all the lines.

eat or be eaten (ao3) - TheSistersBread G, 1k

Summary: Accidentally messaging MJ when Tony Stark turns up in his apartment is the best mistake of Peter’s life.

OR

Peter trolls Tony Stark with his two enablers- I mean friends. Tony just doesn’t know what he did to deserve this.

Grilled (ao3) - cincoflex pepper/tony T, 975

Summary: Texts between two people on two different levels.

If You Need Me (ao3) - poetically_ordinary steve/tony, wanda/vision G, 1k

Summary: Steve doesn’t know what he was expecting fully when he sent Tony the letter and the phone, but it's safe to say that this wasn't it.

Lightbulb (ao3) - smol_bird peter/wade, background steve/tony T, 8k

Summary: wHY THE HELL ARE YOU TEXTING STRANGERS AT 2 AM WITH LIGHTBULB JOKES?!

I’ll do you one better: why the hell are you responding to strangers who text you at 2 am with lightbulb jokes?

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The one in which Peter Parker was brought up not to talk to strangers but does it anyway; and hey, it's not like it goes too badly.

No Place I Can Be (ao3) - tictactoesws steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: When Steve leaves at the end of the movie, Tony slips him a phone with his number programmed into it. A story of resolving issues through excessive texting and (eventually) Halloween costumes.

Peter Parker Is Night Monkey (NOT CLICKBAIT!!) (ao3) - vague_witchy_powers mj/peter, ned/betty G, 12k

Summary: The events of Spider-Man: Far From Home, as told through the text messages of Peter Parker and his friends.

While Peter has to save the world, navigate grief and stress and anxiety, and try to tell MJ how he feels... his classmates set out to prove that he is Spider-Man.

Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell just want to get everybody home alive.

So Parker's a Stripper... (ao3) - VaguelyAnnoyedWriter T, 2k

Summary: The Academic Decathlon tries to figure out Peter’s secret. They come to the wrong assumption...

Telephone (Long Distance Love Affair) (ao3) - kiss_me_cassie clint/natasha T, 2k

Summary: I fucking love you! I would reciprocate the feeling if i knew who this was.

And the rest, as they say, was history...

Texting Gone Wild (ao3) - Sparcina loki/tony, steve/bucky E, 1k

Summary: Tony clicked on ‘Sent Messages’. There, just below that text to ‘Cap’, was…

1h55. Tony: God, Steve, I want Loki so much. Preferably on top, fucking me brainless. I don’t even mind if it hurts.

He had sent that goddamn message, he really had. But not to Steve. He shook his head, trying to shuffle the letters in some other order, but L, O, K, I didn’t form that many meaningful anagrams. Ikol? Okil? Loik?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The irony was not lost on him. He was going to die tonight, thrown through another fucking window, because he was texting the wrong guy.

In which Tony texts his (lethal, godly) crush instead of his friend, and it's both a mistake and the best idea he's had in a very, very long time.

The Baffling Case of Theo G (ao3) - lcy2 N/R, 1k

Summary: spiderman: THERE ARE MULTIPLE QUICKSILVERS????????

scarletwitch: this is far more entertaining than expected

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short chat fic that’s exactly as self-indulgent as my other works.

think of me once in a while (ao3) - etoileslarmoyantes sam/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: He sits on his couch and takes his phone out of his pocket. "11 new texts from Sam" is what the screen indicates. He takes a deep breath in and opens his message's app. -- or : after Steve died, Bucky secluded himself and Sam tries to be here for him nevertheless.

Where Your Heart Lies (ao3) - Shuufleur tony/bucky T, 2k

Summary: After the Accords, everything was a mess. Then Tony received a lot of files. Then he and Barnes were texting. Then things started to get better.

who needs sleep when you have family? (ao3) - starkskypines G, 3k

Summary: Mr. Stark had said that Peter wouldn’t be coming into Stark Industries on his spring break. He was a kid, he needed to live a little, or something like that. Peter didn’t know how to explain that going to Stark Industries was fun, so he agreed to not come in this week. So there shouldn’t be five missed text messages on his phone from Mr. Stark.

Peter opens those first as he wanders through the apartment toward the kitchen.

What do you think the life expectancy for cats would be on a world with a different gravity level? Like longer or shorter? We think too much gravity would be detrimental right? The daily wear and tear, but what if it’s not? What if it affects cats differently? Cats are weird little freaks. You can’t trust them. They’ll stab you in the back. But they’re also great cuddlers when they choose. Humph. Maybe I should start calling Natasha a cat.

Had Mr. Stark actually typed out the word “humph?” And did he just imply that the Black Widow is a cuddler?

or: Tony texts Peter while sleep-deprived. hilarity ensues.

works of modern art (ao3) - notcaycepollard sam/bucky E, 1k

Summary: About a minute after sending the text (you like what you see, sweetheart?) his phone vibrates.

why the fuck did you text me a picture of your dick, Barnes

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh fucking Christ, no.

holy shit i am so sorry, he sends hurriedly, wrong number i swear to god, we don’t have to talk about it or mention it ever again. for the love of god please don’t tell Steve.

no, man, we’re cool, Sam replies, and Bucky feels himself breathe, relax back a little against his pillows.

thanks, he types in. Thinks about what else to add, and while he’s hesitating, another text comes through from Sam.

you know, not that I’m criticizing or anything, but you can do better than that pic, Barnes.

Wrong But Right (ao3) - merelypassingtime clint/bucky T, 1k

Summary: In which Bucky receives a text from a wrong number and doesn’t mind at all.

[redwinesupercvnt]

⋆˙⟡✮⋆˙about me˚⊹✧˖°.

basics ~ hi! my name is sam, she/her pronouns, ace + bi, 16, gemini, infp, multishipper, cats are my life, being a swiftie is part of my personality, my nails are almost always cherry red, i get a bit of a superiority complex bc i listened to a few artists before they were popular (chappell, noah kahan, last dinner party), love crocheting, movie buff, bones and all is the greatest film ever, live in converse, sitcom enjoyer, loser in a basic girl's body, old username was @electric-sheeeep

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHING LIKE WHAT COFFEE YOU HAD THIS MORNING IDK I LOVE IT SOOOO MUCH

✩fandoms✩ ~ marauders (fuck jkr), arcane, osemanverse, miraculous ladybug, yellowjackets, be more chill, percy jackson, stranger things, marvel, gravity falls

✩ships✩ ~ jegulus, wolfstar, rosekiller, jily, dorlene, marylily, bartylily, narlie, sprolden, tardarcy, tao x elle, adrienette/lovesquare, julrose, luchloe, lukagami, lucadrien (if luca's there im shipping it), jackieshauna, lottienat, taivan, boyf riends, richjake, pinkberry, percebeth, solangelo, byler, steddie, lumax

✩artists✩ ~ taylor swift, chappell roan, boygenius + solo work (all hail lucy dacus), my chemical romance, lizzy mcalpine, renee rapp, olivia rodrigo, conan gray, maneskin, gracie abrams, david bowie, sabrina carpenter, the last dinner party, noah kahan, arctic monkeys, billie eilish, maisie peters, the smiths, tears for fears, modern baseball, muna, bleachers, maya hawke, hozier, laufey, sorority noise, towa bird, queen, clairo

✩fav movies and shows✩ ~ bones and all, 10 things i hate about you, bottoms, yellowjackets, spider-man: no way home, spider-man: into the spider-verse, spider-man: across the spider-verse, loki, la la land, saltburn, modern family, brooklyn 99, thor: ragnarok, dead poets society, normal people, challengers, lady bird, brokeback mountain, perks of being a wallflower, pearl, heartstopper, percy jackson and the olympians (the show), stranger things, but im a cheerleader

✩celeb/characters im obsessed with✩ ~ ruby cruz, kristen stewart, chappell roan, olivia rodrigo, taylor swift, renee rapp, steve harrington, robin buckley AND maya hawke, victoria de angelis, all of boygenius, chat noir, emma d'arcy, kit connor, loki, mike faist, shauna shipman, sophie thatcher, daisy spencer, havana rose liu, abigail morris, leah sava jeffries, sabrina carpenter, iman velani, ayo edibiri, paul mescal, helena bonham carter

idrk what else to put here but im super friendly and i love meeting new people (not irl obvs real people scare me) asks are always open!!

also my cat is my favorite thing on earth so if you want cute cat pics dm me i love talking about her

OH I FORGOT MY FAV ANIMAL IS A RED PANDAAA

[hazardworld]

Part 2 of Monster Town. Part 1

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30 minutes later, Steve was snacking on another fish, watching Dustin pace as he angrily ranted in front of Robin and Eddie, who had tagged along purely because Robin needed a ride and Dustin wasn’t letting Steve "escape," even after Steve reassured him he wouldn’t try anything.

He would’ve tried something.

He wasn’t their problem to deal with.

"So you’re telling me not only has Steve kept his monster status from me, his bff for life, but he’s also risked his life because of his shitty parents telling him to restrict being himself?" Robin gave him a pointed glare as Dustin confirmed, whereas Eddie just raised an eyebrow, purple eyes laced with befuddlement.

"Guys, look, it’s not your problem! My parents are shitty, sure, but this isn’t an issue any of you should deal with, especially you, Eddie."

"Bullshit, Harrington." Steve’s brow furrowed as Eddie rubbed the side of his face, exasperated, with a small smile. "You and your stupid fucking martyr complex, wasn’t it you who told me I was part of the Party now, anyway—"

"And when one party member requires assistance, it is up to the other members of the party to provide that assistance!" Eddie raised his hand towards Dustin as if to say, 'exactly, you shithead,'

"See? You listened to my problems, now I’ll help you with yours, deal?" Steve nodded slowly, hugging his arms to his chest and looking away from the rest of the group. That didn’t last long though, as he was being yanked up by Dustin, and soon, pushed by Robin and Eddie, to where he quickly realized the pool was.

"Guys I literally just got dry—"

"Shut it Steve, I’m seeing your fish form, even if I have to possess you to get in there myself!" Steve let out a puff of air. It wasn’t like he was resisting, honestly, so before he got close enough where Dustin would fling him in, he spun himself to the side, making his friends all crash into the pool themselves.

Whoops.

So sad.

"STEVE!" Dustin’s voice was the first one he heard, angry, sure, but not in danger (poodles can swim, right?). He sighed, smiling lightly at his younger brother and best friends’ pissed faces. Robin shot him the finger, and he returned it right back.

"Fuc—St’ve!" And then there was Eddie, sputtering and splashing, and immediately, Steve went into panic mode, diving in and keeping the man up above the surface as he caught his breath.

"Eds, you ok?" Eddie nodded, coughing out water.

"Yeah, shit, I uh—" Eddie froze, eyes widened, staring at the pool floor. Steve raised an eyebrow, was there a bug, a spider or something? He looked down, and immediately realized Eddie’s distress: Steve’s tail had wrapped itself snugly around Eddie’s ankles, keeping Eddie afloat, but also 100% tied down.

Also, not to mention it was Steve’s tail, which was weird, because usually he had to contemplate the change before he made it, but this time he’d dove in and gone full form without even thinking.

And also, it was Steve’s tail.

On Eddie’s skin.

Fuck.

He started to loosen it, drifting away, but Eddie quickly put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"No, no, it’s keeping me upright, keep it there, just…" Eddie bit his lip and looked away, Steve pretending not to notice the red blooming his cheeks, "you’re real pretty like this, Harrington. No wonder the girls find you so irresistible." Eddie finished off with his signature cocky smirk.

"Found, Munson. Stopped using sirenspeak after Hellkins round 1," Steve watched as not only Eddie, but Dustin and Robin’s eyes all widened.

"Holy shit, that’s why all your romance tips were such bull! Because you’ve never actually tried to swoon someone!" Steve sputtered and crossed his arms indignantly.

"Of—Of course I’ve tried to swoon someone, Henderson! I’ll have you know, I only used sirenspeak to get Nancy to notice me, not make her fall in love with me. That I did by hand. Besides, in a romantic context, it’s really only good for one-time things, the whole premise being to kill the person after, so…" He gave a weak smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, you’re too sweet to kill people, Steve," Robin smirked, and Steve stuck his tongue out and gave her a little splash. She phased it out while putting up two middle fingers, and Steve rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. It’s also against the law, Rob, in case you were wondering." Robin laughed lightly as she flew herself up out of the pool, grabbing Steve’s towel from earlier. Dustin quickly followed up the pool steps and shook himself off, which left Eddie, who was still bonded to Steve by his ankles.

"So how is this gonna work, Stevie?" Steve smirked.

"I’ve got an idea," He laid his upper body back onto the surface of the water, and gently moved Eddie up and back until he hit the edge of the pool. "Let me know when the lip is on your kneecaps." Steve moved Eddie up and down until he was given an indication, and Eddie took the obvious hint to sit, and Steve finally unwrapped himself. He then moved himself next to Eddie, and crossed his arms over the edge, plopping his head on top.

"So, you never learned how to swim, eh Munson?" Eddie rolled his eyes, blushing in embarrassment. He crossed his own arms and kicked the water in front of him.

"Yeah, yeah. We didn’t have a local pool close enough for me to walk to in Indy, and by the time I got here it was kinda too old for someone to be using a floaty for reasons other than relaxing." Steve nodded.

"Fair, fair. I feel like it’s pretty useless If I try, but if you wanted, one of the other party members could come teach you here? I promise all the insults you get will be in good company." Eddie chuckled.

"So sure I’m that bad already, Stevie?" Steve felt his cheeks heat up the the nickname.

"No, but you’ve met Erica. That girl will take every excuse to tell you what you’re doing wrong." Eddie laughed. Steve decided he loved Eddie’s laugh.

"Damn straight, man." Eddie pooled some magic into a glowing purple ball, and tossed it in his hand. "That girl is a fucking powerhouse," The two sat in silence for a minute, and Steve turned his attention on the house, to where Dustin and Robin had both disappeared.

"You know," Eddie spoke up, and Steve immediately turned to him. His magic ball rested in his hand now, not being tossed. "I wasn’t lying when I said you looked real pretty like this, Harrington." He looked Steve up and down, and Steve gulped.

"Really?"

Eddie frowned, tossing the ball once before it disappeared into his hand, the magic returning to its source.

"Aren’t you supposed to be? Catching the attention of humans to devour and what not?"  Steve chuckled and shook his head.

"No, dude. I had to explain this all to Dustin before you got here, but like, sirens aren’t entirely meant to look pretty, we’re meant to kill. Mermaids are the pretty ones." Eddie hummed, his frown forming into a smile showing off his own fangs, glinting in the sun.

"Well you look plenty pretty to me, Stevie." Eddie leaned over and ruffled his hair, making Steve’s face grow hot. Before he could respond, however, the sliding door opened up to a sauntering Dustin and Robin.

"We have a way to try and get you to a natural form, Steve!" Dustin’s voice boomed across the pool deck. "Monsters who shift forms like you and me usually shift out of fear!" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Dustin, you and I both know that’s not tr—" Dustin grinned.

"Just get on out of the pool, Steve!" Steve groaned, shifting back to his bipedal form as he climbed up and out next to Eddie, who stood as Steve’s more aquatic features faded away. Steve noted his second set of fangs stayed, as if they had already gotten used to themselves being there in the two times he’d moved them there that day.

Suddenly, Robin disappeared, and within minutes, Steve was tossed and tugged around blindly. Ahh, so Robin was trying to spook him into shifting? Two could play at that game.

He felt the magic rush into his throat as he started to sing to her. He was only singing for friendship, not romance, since romance wouldn’t’ve worked on her. As the notes kept coming out, the forces gripping his arms started to loosen and still as Robin slowly took her corporeal form again, enamored with his voice.

He swayed along to the song a bit as he willed Robin to dance with him, and they did for a few seconds before he stopped and booped her forehead with a finger. He felt the magic drain back down to wherever a siren’s magic resided, and Robin groaned and rubbed her head. Steve looked around to find Dustin and Eddie gaping.

"Did you—Did you just—" Steve laughed lightly.

"Yeah, Dust, I just used sirenspeak. But in my defense, as the person who taught you to form shift, fear is never the best way to shift! I know what I’m doing, Henderson." Dustin rolled his eyes.

"Says the person who didn’t even know they were binding their form, Steve!" Steve passed Dustin the finger, and he stuck out his tongue.

"I feel…like I got hit by a bus. Did I survive?" Robin grunted out, pressing two fingers into the gap between her eyebrows.

"You did, Robin," Robin groaned disappointedly as Steve turned his attention to Eddie. "Eddie, I have some of your pain potion things in my bathroom. Think you could help Robin?" Eddie nodded once, and ushered Robin back inside with calm whispers.

"So what are you gonna do, Steve? Figure it out yourself? Because I don’t think that’s been working out for as of late." Dustin panned his hand from Steve’s head to his feet, frowning.

"It’ll work just fine now that I know what’s wrong!" Steve snapped back.

"You’ve been binding for so long you might not know how to get it out on your own!"

"I think I can do things without a idiot 15-year-old nerd trying to baby me every step of the way!"

Oooh, too far. Even though he tried not to show it, Dustin’s ears flattened against his skull and his tail tucked tight between his legs. Steve sighed.

"Sorry, pup. That went too far." Dustin perked back up, though cautious.

"No, no you’re right. Sometimes I forget that not everyone needs my help with everything. That was my bad, Steve."

"Still shouldn’t’ve snapped at you. It was bitchy and unkind." Dustin smirked.

"You can make up for it with a hug." Steve snorted and opened his arms. Obviously, Dustin could get a hug from him anytime. Not only was companionship and touch something instinctually needed for werewolves, but Dustin was his little brother. Obviously, Steve was gonna let Dustin hug him whenever he wanted.

"Did you two finally make up?" Steve heard after a few minutes, and the two released. Standing in the sliding glass doorway was Eddie, with Robin behind him, hands on her hips. "I don’t think either of us would make for good mediators." Steve rolled his eyes and ruffled Dustin’s hair, making the kid laugh and bat his hand away.

"No, neither of you would," Steve grinned at his friends, "Eddie, you’d just avoid the issue and move on, and Robin, you’d get too anxious about it to even get involved,"

Eddie shrugged, and Robin sighed. Steve was very emotionally intelligent; he couldn’t tell if it came with the territory of being a siren or if it was just him, but if there was anything he was good at, it was reading people’s emotions.

And like, swimming or something.

"I can’t help it, I’m skittish towards conflict!" Eddie grinned, raising his hands in surrender.

"I’d like to prove you wrong but the only rebuttal I can think of is about Hellkins 4 and I’d really rather not think about that right now," Dustin commented, and the atmosphere of the room changed instantly. "Can we change the subject?"

"Let’s talk about Steve!" Robin supplied after a minute, "We don’t know much about sirens besides the whole," she made rapid circles with her hand, "shifting and sirenspeak thing. What else can you do?"

Part 3!

[readysteddiewoe]

part 3 of modern spider-man!Steve au

Previous part << here

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Eddie was supposed to be having a good day. He’d woken up well after noon to a day void of any plans, free to spend it however he wanted, then had quickly gotten roped into playing DD for Jeff and Gareth for a party he doesn’t even want to attend. Maybe he can still salvage his evening. Talk to people, have some fun. But his mood sours further watching the newest attendees walk through the door, Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington with a t-shirt that might as well just be body paint, fuck.

Eddie scoffs to an audience of himself and his solo cup. God, drunk Eddie has more fun at parties, he misses him. He retreats into the kitchen with a bag of cheetos he stole, nay deserved, after watching Harrington take a body shot off of some girl.

A mere 15 minutes after, Harrington goes missing. Gareth and Jeff just roll their eyes when he points it out. It's not like Eddie was looking for him. No, he has better things to do with his life.

"You're giving him mixed signals, dude," Gareth accuses him.

"What mixed signals? There are no signals,"

"You literally glared at him when he tried to say 'hi' just now,"

"Yeah, and then you looked straight at him the whole time you were licking cheeto dust off your fingers," Adds Jeff, the traitor.

"We saw everything, slut,"

"Bet Steve would let you take a shot off his abs if you ask," Jeff wiggles his eyebrows at Eddie and gets a smack in return.

Later, while he's playing bartender for Gareth and Jeff (making nightmare inducing concoctions) as they watch with increasing trepidation, a frazzled looking Nancy Wheeler storms in. Eddie is aware that the three of them are staring and its a tiny bit creepy, but holy shit, it's not everyday you see a future valedictorian try to chug jungle juice like some frat-bro party animal. She manages maybe two whole sips.

Eddie, feeling some sort of duty to one of his lost sheep to bring his sister back home safe, speaks first. "You, uh, okay there, Wheeler?"

And so Wheeler goes into a long winded explanation about how she and Jonathan broke up (they're still friends though) many months ago and how she and Robin got closer when Nancy went to the movies one day, feeling super lonely and how they continued meeting up and hanging out and-- Eddie can totally see how Robin's influence has rubbed off on Wheeler from the way she's rambling-- one thing lead to another and now they've been secretly dating for almost a whole month and Robin keeps chickening out of telling Steve about it because he's her best friend (Eddie makes a mental note to ask her how that hell that happened) and she's terrified of hurting him.

She stops and takes in a huge breathe.

"Damn, Wheeler,"

"And that not even the worst part--" Oh she's not done yet.

Apparently the real drama happened when Steve had accidentally walked in on Robin and Nancy sucking faces in host's bedroom, but the story ends in a cliff hanger after Wheeler got thrown out of the room by the two of them so they can talk in private. Shame. They've all moved to a couch, watching the pale blue door of the room in question like they can x-ray-vision their way into seeing what's going on inside.

"I mean, I think I can take him if it comes to it," Nancy says, like Harrington is going to burst out of the room demanding to fight for his best friend's honour. Eddie finds the whole mental image hilarious, he almost wants it to happen. Nancy takes another big gulp from her solo cup and grimaces.

"I can take him," Eddie volunteers. Gareth almost snorts punch out of his nose. "What? You don't think I can take him?"

"I think she means fight, Eddie," Jeff quips from his other side, sending the rest into fits of giggles.

"You two can find your own way home later," he jabs a finger at them, unimpressed. Jeff is interrupted by the door to the room swinging open and they all rush to act natural as Robin skips out, throwing herself into the seat beside Nancy.

"All good, sweetheart," Robin announces and throws her a dorky wink. He's happy for them, but the drama-loving bitch in Eddie thinks that was anti-climatic.

He almost has a heart attack when Harrington basically materialises behind the couch with two glasses of water, handing one to Robin and the other to Nancy. When she does to take it from him, he doesn't let go. "Wheeler, I know you're stronger and smarter than me. But if you hurt her--"

"Steve!" Buckley hisses at him. Up close, Eddie can see every shift of muscle when Steve moves. Shit.

"You will fucking regret it," He lets go of the cup. And then wraps Nancy in those fucking arms (Eddie imagines his t-shirt weeping when he bends down) planting a big kiss on the side of her head. "I'm so happy for you two," he announces jovially.

The five of them sit in silence after Harrington bounds off to his next destination. Predictably, Robin breaks first, "Glad to see he's being very normal about this,"

"Wait, he swiped my drink," Lo and behold, Nancy sits solo-cup-less, only the glass of water in her hand.

------

It's scorching in his Spidey suit. A fire is not one of the events Dustin had planned for, but the fire engines are nowhere near so Steve has to try. At least his mask has built in filters effectively keeping out the smoke.

He finds her hunkered down on the bathroom floor, a wet towel blocking the gap between the floor and the door, another one she wears as a mask. All he feels is relief when he scoops her and she clings to him.

"Hold on," Steve feels a little bad when Erica yells the entire way they swing to the adjacent rooftop. She wobbles on her feet when he sets her down, but her voice is steady when she snarks at him.

"Thank you for scaring the hell out of me, Steve Harrington,"

Steve practically rips the mask off his face. "How the hell did you know it's me?" How the hell are these kids finding him out so easily, god.

"You're gonna want to build a voice modulator into your suit if you don't want more people finding out, dingus," arms crossed, Erica's eyebrows are raised as if saying, duh.

Steve sighs. Okay, fair point, he'll have to ask Dustin about that one. Again.

"I'll help," She grins.

------

A/n: scoops troop unite!!!

[stobinesque]

plinth

a quick end-of-S3 thing that came to me and would not leave because I can't get the image of Robin and Max sitting on the same stretcher post-starcourt out of my head. —polished version now up on ao3 | 1k

Monsters are real, there are were Russians hiding beneath the (now smoldering remains of) her summer job, and Robin is sitting on a stretcher next to a teenager who just watched her step brother get torn to shreds by a spider-creature made of human flesh.

Robin doesn't know where to slot any of these facts into her understanding of the universe.

Other currently-uncategorized facts of the universe (in no particular order):

Robin will throw herself into danger if a child's life is at risk 

This is a helpful fact to know, considering she will also throw a kid into danger provided she is A) bored and B) does not have an accurate sense of the relative stakes of a situation 

A bunch of kids have been fighting the previously mentioned monsters for nearly 3 years now

Chief Hopper knows that there are monsters in Hawkins 

The smell of burning human flesh is a scent so incomparable as to defy description in any of the four languages she knows 

Steve Harrington is a genuinely good person who doesn't care if she is a lesbian likes girls

That last one in particular has been tripping her up for a while. She thinks there's a part of her still stuck on the bathroom floor. Held in stasis in that perfect moment of pure fear.

(Yet another part is still stuck underground, tied to the man she will later face with dread of him seeing all of who she is.)

Whichever part of her is sitting on the stretcher next to the child who just watched her brother die thinks she should say something.

"You get used to it."

Apparently the child has beaten her to the punch. 

"Get used to what?” Her voice hurts. She's spent too much of the last 24 (36? 48?) hours screaming; swallowed down so much smoke and ash that her throat is thick with sludge, and her tongue heavy in her mouth.

"Monsters." The kid's voice is flat, no nonsense.

"Do you?" Robin's not sure she believes this kid. Robin should probably learn her name.

The kid shrugs. "No. But it's a nice platitude, right?"

"What's your name?"

The kid's face scrunches up for a moment, but Robin doesn't know what it's supposed to mean. "Max."

"Hey, Max. I'm Robin." She just manages to hold herself back from sticking out a hand like they're at the start of a job interview.

Still, Max stares at her for what Robin thinks is probably a couple beats too long. "I know," she says. And there's some kind of inflection there, but Robin can't pin it down. "You've still got your name badge on." Max reaches over to flick the small plastic rectangle affixed to her chest. "Plus, Steve talks about you all the time."

Robin folds her legs up onto the stretcher, so that her knees are tucked under her chin and she's turtling beneath the shock blanket. "He does?” What does he say? (Did he say?) Does he complain about her? Talk about how annoying she is? "What does he say?"

Max shrugs. "He says you're a dork, but he means that he loves spending time with you."

How can she know that? "How can you know that?"

Max rolls her eyes. "Because all of us are dorks—okay, well, I'm not—” Robin thinks that probably people who feel the need to specify that they themselves are not dorks are probably pretty dorky. "—and he loves all of us. I think he has a type."

"Is Nancy Wheeler a dork?"

Max blinks. "I don't think I've seen him talk to Nancy for longer than 5 seconds."

Robin squints, and adds that to her list of uncategorized facts. 

"Are you okay?" That's something Robin should ask right now, right? Except, fuck, that was probably a dumb thing to ask. "Fuck, that was a dumb thing to ask."

"Yeah," Max says, looking down at her shoes. "This was all new to me too, last year. Like, the rest of the group, they'd already gone through it once before and then I just got thrown in and I had…no idea what was happening."

Robin picks at the rubber of her shoes. 

"It's…really scary," Max says, trailing off with a frown into the middle distance.

Robin nods. She wants to say something. She wants to try to comfort Max in the way that she's pretty sure Max is trying to comfort her, but she's scared to say something that will make it worse. 

"Do you like hugs?” Robin is ambivalent about them most of the time, but that's a good nonverbal option for providing comfort, right?

"No." 

So Robin doesn't move. 

But a moment later, she glances down in surprise when a soft weight lands on her shoulder. Max is leaning her weight into Robin's side, and rests her head on Robin's shoulder.

"Oh."

"Shut up."

Robin wraps an arm around the kid, and her heart lurches in her chest. She thinks maybe she understands the bright smile on Steve's face from whenever any of the children walked into Scoops. (She saw it, even though he tried to hide it. For some reason Steve Harrington has always been the one person she could read—when she cared to really look at what she was seeing, at least.)

The lights from the emergency vehicles continue flickering red, blue and purple around them. Men rush from one point to another, constantly moving, ceaselessly fixing. Robin feels like a large stone in a river—the rapids rushing all around her as she sits steadfast in place. If she holds still enough she can be stable enough for two. Robin darts her eyes around the lot and catches sight of Steve. She remembers Dustin and Erica up on Weathertop. 

Maybe she can be sturdy enough for four.

Her eyes dart around and catch on each of the kids huddled into the back of transport vehicles. She doesn't really know anyone else's name yet, but as she lets her gaze linger on each one, she finds that number expanding.

For now though, she can sit in the eye of the storm with Max.

[bored-writer101]

X Reader Masterlist

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Nightmares | Bucky comforts you after you have a nightmare.

Good Morning | Waking up with Bucky, who doesn’t want you to get out of bed.

You Deserve The Word | Bucky can’t help but think that he doesn’t deserve you, but you assure him that isn’t true.

Five Years Later | Five years after the blip, there seems to be a way to bring back everyone… including your lost love.

Distraction | You wanted to finish unpacking your new home, but Bucky had other plans.

Tom Holland!Peter Parker

Will You Be My Girlfriend | Peter takes Y/N on a late night swing through the city before popping a very important question.

Cuts And Bruises | When Peter shows up bruised and bloody, you make sure to clean him up and take care of him.

Bedtime | Peter visits you late at night after patrol. He forces you to go to bed and get some much needed sleep.

You’re Spider-Man? | After it comes out that Tony Stark visited Peter, you make him tell you the real reason why.

Druig 

Never Leave Again | After many years apart, you set out to reunite with your love, Druig.

Foggy Neslon

Happy Valentine’s Day | After a tough day you completely forget about Valentine’s Day. Foggy, being the amazing boyfriend he is, does his best to cheer you up with an amazing night.

Stranger Things

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Steve Harrington

I’ll Always Be There For You | Steve does his best to avoid admitting his fear of horror movies to you. But during a movie night with the kids, you let him know that there’s no reason to be embarrassed.

Eddie Munson

I Promise | After you defeat One, you run back to your best friend, Eddie. You promised him you’d make it back alive to tell him a big secret you’ve kept from him for a long time.

More Bats | You can’t stop yourself from drawing more bats down eddie’s arm in pen, but you didn’t think he was actually going to get them tattooed on him.

Name Three Songs | You're wearing one of Eddie's Metallica tees when a guy tries to get you to name three songs. Eddie swoops in just in time to tell the guy to fuck off.

Jonathan Byers

Should I Stay Or Should I Go? | While your singing and dancing around Will’s room, trying to cheer him up, Jonathan comes home. He can’t stop himself from asking you a question he’s wanted to ask you for a long time.

Robin Buckley

We’re Supposed To Be Studying | You invited robin over to study, but she’s more interested in going through your things.

Bye Billy | You’re waiting for Robin after work, when Billy comes up to you. He doesn’t seem to be getting the hint that you’re not interested.

Eleven Hopper

You’re Cute When You’re Angry | Eleven helps calm you down after you get angry about failing a test.

Supernatural

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Castiel

Crooked Tie | Castiel’s crooked tie drives you crazy. He becomes very confused when you start to fix his tie every time he shows up. One day he finally confronts you, asking you why you always fix his tie.

My Angel | You had fallen right into their trap. The angels were using you as bait to get Castiel. They made the mistake of underestimating him.

Sam Winchester

|Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist|

Rock, Paper, Scissors | You flirt with the brothers after a successful hunt.

Dean Winchester

Rock, Paper, Scissors | You flirt with the brothers after a successful hunt.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

It’s Always Been You | You go to see Spencer at his apartment to check up on him. It’s been two weeks since the fiasco with maeve and he hasn’t left his apartment. While you’re there, the secret you’ve kept in all this time is revealed.

Aaron Hotchner

Worried | When you are kidnapped by an unsub, Hotch will do anything and everything to get you home safe.

BBC Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Sneaky Cigarette | John convinced you and Sherlock not to smoke, but one day the two of you can’t help it.

Serenade Me | You’re bored out of your mind, so you decide to play Sherlock’s violin. He comes home to see you playing.

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom

You’re My Happiest Memory | You and Neville find out your each other’s others happiest memory when trying to conjure your patronus.

Friday The 13th (2009)

Clay Miller X Reader | You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

[steddieassheg0es]

Score One Harrington

“You seriously brought that here?”

Steve isn’t sure if he should be mad or embarrassed, or some combo of the two as he stares blankly at the board in front of him with the familiar “You Rule/You Suck�� written on it. There’s still a tally of 0 to 6. And it is currently resting on the break room table at Family Video.

“Of course I did. Gotta keep that ego of yours in check, your highness.” Robin laughs. “Besides, how else am I supposed to entertain myself on a slow day? Watching you strike out is the highlight of my shift. Or was, anyway. I haven’t seen you shoot your shot since Scoops.”

“Yeah, well, forgive me if spider monsters and getting drugged by Russians doesn’t put me in the mood.”

“Aw Stevie, where’s your sense of adventure?”

Steve hold back a groan as he hears the voice of the real reason he hasn’t even thought of flirting with anyone in a while now. Normally he’s thrilled when Eddie drops in to hang out with them at work, but he’d love to keep the humiliation of this to just Robin. The fact that he’s got his hair tied back and is wearing a fucking crop top does not help the situation.

“I know you can read, Munson. That sign on the door is there for a reason. Last I checked you’re not an employee.”

“Like a sign has ever stopped me before. Speaking of signs, what’s with that thing, who sucks?”

Robin lights up with vicious glee and he knows all hope that she’ll spare him is lost.

“Steve-o. Turns out the rumors are so not true. Whoever said he was charming was delusional. I’ve been keeping tally of his epic inability to score.”

Eddie’s face scrunches up adorably with confusion. “Steve can’t get a girl?”

“Nope, you should see him in action. It’s painful.”

—

Eddie finds that incredibly hard to believe. He’s so undeniably charmed by Steve without the man even trying, he can’t imagine being able to resist if he were.

Still, a selfish part of him is glad that Steve’s having no luck with the ladies. Which is dumb. Single or not Eddie knows he doesn’t stand a chance.

But hey a guy can dream.

“Aww Stevie, you’ve lost your touch? That’s a damn shame.”

“Shove it, Munson. That board is woefully out dated. I haven’t struck out in a while now.”

Robin snickers. “Only because you haven’t tried.”

Eddie doesn’t think Robin sees just how uncomfortable Steve is with the continued assault on his lack of a love life. He feels bad for his earlier joy. Steve deserves to be wanted, to be loved. By someone he wants back. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s a huge romantic even if he wouldn’t admit it. Steve’s the kind of guy who has so much love to give, it must be hard to have no where to put it.

“I’m sure you just need some practice to get your groove back, man, don’t sweat it.”

—

Steve thinks something in his brain must have short circuited. It’s the only explanation for why he does what he does next.

Which is to lean forward into Eddie’s space. He gently tucks one of the curls that has escaped his bun behind his ear. He lets his fingers trail down Eddie’s cheek as he pulls away.

Eddie has turned a lovely shade of pink, and stand frozen in place. Steve pushes forward with his stupidity.

“You must not have any trouble, hm? Pretty doe eyes. Those dimples. Bet you can get anyone you want.”

He can see Robin out of the corner of his eye, staring in shock. And maybe a little bit impressed. There is definitely judgement on her face. Whatever game he thinks he’s playing, she sees right through him. He chooses to ignore her for the time being.

Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. He’s blushing to the tips of his ears and seems to be at a loss for words. His eyes flick over to Robin, and then suddenly he’s flinching away from Steve.

“Hah. Right, yeah point made. You still got it. Congrats. I’ll uh…I’ll see you guys later.”

He barely gets the words out before he flees, and Steve is left crushed. And wondering how he can possibly salvage their friendship after he just made Eddie so clearly very uncomfortable.

—

Shit. He’s such an idiot. For a moment he let himself get caught up. To fall prey to incredible force that is Steve Harrington flirting. The second Steve crowded in to his space, the conversation they had just been having vanished from his mind.

When he saw the look on Robin’s face, reality set in.

Of course he wasn’t actually flirting with Eddie. He was making a point. Showing off his charm, still fully intact. Eddie feels the shame and embarrassment clogging his throat. He knows Steve didn’t mean anything by it, he’s too good to intentionally fuck with Eddie this way if he knew, but it doesn’t stop him from dying inside.

He’s back in his van before he even realizes he’s moved, fighting back the urge to vomit. How the fuck is he ever going to face him again? Explain why the hell he cut and run like that? If Steve doesn’t figure it out, he knows Robin certainly has. He’s pretty sure she’s had her suspicions about his feelings for Steve for a while now, no way she has any doubts after that horrible scene.

He’s so completely fucked. The best he can hope for now is that Steve will be a bit distant but at least stay his friend.

Shit.

—

“Well that was certainly…interesting.” Robbin wanders over to the break room table and puts a tally down under “You Rule” with a dramatic flourish. “I mean he did run away, but I think you still earned a point. So Steve, now what?”

“What are you talking about? He ran away. Robbie he couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Jesus, I freaked him out. What the fuck was I thinking?” His voice is shrill with panic.

“Woah there. Calm down, dingus. Did you not see the look on his face before he took off? I thought his face was going to actually catch on fire he was so red, oh my god. As hilarious as the two of you being total idiots is, it’s also getting kind of sad at this point.”

Steve is pacing, hands in his hair. He’s not really absorbing anything Robin is saying to him, too busy freaking out. Seriously, what was he thinking? His pride was wounded in front of his crush so he decides to…flirt with him to prove a point?! There’s no way Eddie doesn’t know now. How can he explain that he didn’t mean it?

Well he did mean it, but not really, he hadn’t intended to ever let this slip. He was fine with just being friends, had no delusions of Eddie feeling the same. No matter how much Robin insisted the other man was definitely gay. Didn’t mean he liked Steve. Hell Steve was shocked they were even friends, he knew Eddie could do so much better than him.

“Steven!”

He gets the feeling she’s been trying to get his attention for a while now. “I hate when you call me that.”

“At least it caught your attention. You seriously need to chill out. Listen, I know I’ll never get it through your thick skull that Eddie likes you-“

“He doesn’t!”

“We’ve been over this. I’ve literally never seen him smile at anyone the way he smiles at you…” He opens his mouth to interject again, but she quickly and loudly keeps talking. “BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW. The point is, heart eyes or no, Eddie’s not going to stop being friends with you for being bi, Steve. That’s not who he is.”

Steve stops his pacing, collapsing into a heap on the floor leaning against the wall. His head in his hands, he lets out a deep sigh. Tries desperately to hold back the tears he can feel burning behind his eyelids.

“I know that. I’m not afraid he’s gonna be a homophobe. Or biphobe. But being accepting of a guy who likes girls and guys, and being accepting of a guy liking you are two different things. Rob, if my crush on you hadn’t been 90% based on us just being awesome together and 10% me desperately wanting to be with someone who actually liked me as a person…If I hadn’t gotten over it once I realized it wasn’t real, you really think you could have stayed my friend? Knowing I was pining after you?”

Robin looks uncomfortable at the thought and he knows he’s right. “I mean that’s different. I’m not into guys, any guy being into me is weird and uncomfortable. And I’m not Eddie. I love you, but I don’t think the sun shines out of your ass. Steve, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could do to fuck things up with Eddie. At least not in a way that’s totally beyond repair.””

“I don’t know Robin.”

“Well here’s an idea, dingus. Go and talk to him. Don’t let this fester. It’s a ghost town in here anyway, I’ll cover for you. Don’t argue with me! Just go.”

And with that he’s shoved out of the break room.

—

Eddie makes it home before he breaks down. He’s thankful that Uncle Wayne is at work, because the second he’s through the door he’s leaning back against it sobbing.

What a fucking mess. He got a glimpse of the thing he wanted more than anything, and for a second he thought his heart was going to burst right out of his chest. And then reality set in and not only was the rug ripped out from under him and his little fantasy, but now he’s ruined the best thing in his life.

Even if Steve keeps being his friend, he knows things will be different. He’s been foolish, taking advantage of Steve’s obliviousness too much. There’s no way he can keep up with calling him things like “sweetheart” and “pretty boy”. The touches to his lower back, his wrist, his hair. Probably won’t be able to hug at all anymore, but certainly not those long lingering ones that make him feel like he’s home.

He’s pathetic enough that he’ll take what he can get. But he knows watching Steve pull away with destroy him.

Eddie’s not sure how long he stays like that. Long enough that he runs out of tears and just sits there feeling hollow. He nearly jumps out of his skin when there’s a knock at the door against his back.

“Eddie? Your van’s outside, I know you’re in there. Can we talk?”

Fuck.

He turns and stares at the doorknob. He’s not ready for this yet. He thought he had time to prepare himself to deal with the fall out. But there’s nothing he can do now. He’s not going to ignore Steve. He can’t. So he takes a deep breath and opens the door.

“Hey, can I…can I come in?”

He shifts to the side to let Steve in. He stares outside for a few beats, delaying the inevitable, then closes the door and turns to face this. Eddie’s surprised to see how torn up Steve looks. Probably feels bad for flirting now that he knows. So he tries to salvage this as much as he can by taking the lead.

“Look, Steve, it’s fine. We’re good, yeah? I’m not stupid I don’t expect anything. I just want to keep being friends.”

Steve’s face morphs into one of confusion. “What do you mean you don’t expect anything?”

Eddie sighs and looks down at his feet, unable to handle looking into those eyes when he says this. “Come on, I know you figured out I’m into you, ok? And I know you weren’t actually hitting on me. I know you don’t feel that way about me and I never expected you to. I wasn’t ever going to say anything. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I get it if I have now and I’m sorry. I just really hope we can stay friends.”

When the silence carries on for too long, he finally dares to look up. Steve is staring at him with wide eyes, looking completely shocked. Shit. Did he not know? Did Eddie just fuck things up by trying to fix them?

“You…What? You’re into me?”

Now it’s Eddies turn to be speechless. Steve’s face shifts from shock to one that Eddie can’t really decipher and he has no idea what to do now.

Eddie flinches when Steve laughs. “Shit…Robin’s never gonna let me live this down.” Then Steve’s tilting his head like a puppy. “Wait, then why did you run away?”

“…What?”

“I thought you left because I made you uncomfortable. If you weren’t, like, disgusted by me why’d you go?”

Eddie has no idea what’s happening. He feels like he’s trying to read a book but some of the pages have been torn out so he’s left trying to catch up. But the utter confusion is better than devastation at least.

“Why would I be disgusted by you?”

“Because I’m into you. I flirted with you. It wasn’t very subtle. I figured I freaked you out because you caught on to my embarrassingly huge crush on you. But if that’s not it why’d you bolt out of there?”

“I…what? Am I fucking high?”

Steve giggles and in a distant part of his brain he can’t help but think how cute it is. The rest of him is stuck on embarrassingly huge crush.

“I don’t think so. Eddie, you still haven’t answered me. Why’d you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you felt the same way?”

“I didn’t think you were serious! Jesus, in what world does Steve Harrington flirt with Eddie the freak Munson and mean it?”

Steve frowns. “Don’t call yourself that, you’re not a freak.”

“Oh my god, that is so not the point right now Steve. You have a crush on me? Since fucking when?”

The frown gives way to a shy smile. Suddenly Steve is looking at him all soft and fond, and it completely destroys his ability to think. The emotional whiplash is overwhelming.

“I think since you pinned me to the wall with a broken bottle to my throat. Confused the shit out of me, that’s for sure. I didn’t really realize it until I saw you surrounded by the demobats bleeding out on the ground. I thought you were gonna die, man. What a shitty moment to figure out you’re in love with someone, right when you’re about to lose them. I was a fucking wreck. The happiest moment of my life was when you opened your eyes in the hospital.”

Eddie remembers that moment. He was on some good shit, feeling floaty and not even sure he’d actually made it out or if he was hallucinating. But he opened his eyes and there was Steve. Holding on to his hand with tear streaked cheeks, looking at him like he’d performed a miracle by just breathing. Which to be fair, it was close to miraculous that he’d survived. It wasn’t until later he found out Steve had carried him out, and he’d refused any kind of medical care for himself until Eddie woke up. Even then he was practically dragged out by some nurses.

He’d been in awe of his bravery then. He is again now, watching Steve hand him his heart on a silver platter.

—

It’s dawning on Steve that Eddie only said he was ‘into’ him. Maybe spilling his guts and saying he’s in love with him was too much. Just as he’s starting to fully work himself into a panic, a pair of lips touch his own and the chaos in his brain stops.

It’s a painfully sweet kiss, Eddie’s hands so gentle as they trail up his jaw, fingers curling against his neck. He’s never been touched like this. Like he’s something precious. It’s immediately addictive.

Eddie hums around a smile as he pulls back, those huge brown eyes gone soft like melted chocolate. His thumbs stroke Steve’s cheeks.

“I love you. God you have no idea.”

“I love you, too.”

Eddie gives him what Robin calls his ‘Steve smile’. It lights up his whole face, dimples on full display, and it makes Steve’s heart flutter every time. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Eddie. You have no idea. I’d have hit on you a lot sooner if I thought I had a chance. Actually…that’s why I haven’t struck out since Scoops. I mean first the whole chaos of Starcourt happened, but then I met you and I just didn’t see the point in trying. I knew it would never work with someone else until I got over you.”

Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “Shit, Stevie. I thought you were straight. If I’d known you liked guys I’d have taken a shot at you ages ago.”

“Yeah, I thought so too…you were kind of my bi awakening. I mean looking back I’ve definitely been attracted to guys before, but never anyone I was really interested in beyond that. So I just brushed it off as like, platonically acknowledging that other guys can be hot. Aesthetic appreciation or whatever. What I felt about you was a lot harder to ignore. Hell everything about you is impossible to ignore.”

They’re both all grins, trading confessions back and forth for awhile and just basking in being able to finally say all of this out loud. Eventually the emotions get to be too much, and he just has to touch.

He’s allowed to do that now, too. So he leans in to capture Eddie’s smiling lips.

—

Steve turns out to be right. Robin does not let either of them live it down. Neither does the rest of the party. But no amount of teasing can ruin their joy.

They get their revenge by being disgustingly affectionate all the time, so they call it a win.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Superhero Stranger Things AU (1)

Sooo. A superhero Stranger Things AU (Steddie will be included in next posts, yeah, sue me). But nothing Spider-man-esque or in a large city. Just a small town trying to contain its villains, heroes and unchecked superpowers. Hear me out. I have way too many ideas but I need to sleep, so I will be splitting this into parts. 

The toxic spill from the Hawkins lab is real, there was an experimental substance involved and all effects are not fully explored. Sure, the resident lab rat/kid, subject Eleven, seems to develop powers of telekinesis, but a single result is hardly conclusive. Except then Eleven accidentally damages one of the liquid containers, causes the leak and runs away while Papa and his science buddies try to contain it. And guess who are the two people who happen to live nearby and suddenly start feeling different after taking a stroll in the woods. Yep, Will Byers and Steve Harrington.  

Will develops a weird connection to the spilled chemical, the more it spreads, the more he feels what is happening in the town. When someone steps on a contaminated area, he shudders and feels like ants are walking on his skin. He has no clue what's going on, but suddenly he just knows that his mom is driving home and what route she is taking, he knows that Jonathan is staring at Nancy Wheeler in school like she was the newest model of a camera and he's very quietly freaking out because he doesn't want to know all of this. He knows that Lucas has a crush on the new girl in their class with ginger hair and he knows that Dustin found a weirdly colored lizard and named him after nougat and he just wants some peace and quiet to draw, but it's just so loud in his head! 

Steve, the King of Hawkins High, develops the gift of disastrous precognition. More like a curse, because where his main concern used to be how to get around his dad's demands and how to be on the top of the high school social ladder, he now has responsibilities (Steve Harrington Trademark). He sees a random kid from middle school, carrying something small in his palm, and suddenly there are huge red letters flashing in his head, screaming DANGER. He catches up with the kid - Dustin Henderson - and with very poorly hidden panic, persuades Dustin to show his discovery to the science teacher. Lo and behold, the small lizard may be cute, but its color is caused by some strange goo sticking to its skin, scales or whatever and it should definitely be examined before being handled barehanded. A bit too late for that. The warning signs now go off nonstop in Steve's head and he goes from Mr. Popular to Mr. What-the-fuck-are-you-doing-wait-for-that-green-light-little-shithead in a few weeks. 

Steve meets the Party when he sees them heading to the woods and the radar in his head nearly explodes. He asks them where they're going and they very unwillingly inform him they're off to the junkyard to play. He tries to stop them, comes off as an absolute lunatic, but the smallest boy looks very nervous and tries to get the others listen to Steve, in vain.  Of course these brats would rather pull their teeth out than listen to an (almost) adult. So Steve just swallows several choice words, grabs a baseball bat from his trunk ("for practice, not to beat up people! I swear to god, Wheeler, you little shit, it's not like that-!") and follows the kids, just to keep an eye on them because he can't relax anyway. When the small boy (Will Byers, Steve learns) shudders and suddenly announces there is a black bear nearby, others don't believe him, but Steve's danger radar is going off and he drags the kids to the abandoned bus, barricades them inside and watches over them until he is sure it is safe to come out. He and Will don't talk then, but they share a few meaningful looks. And when Will says it's fine to leave the bus now, Steve immediately accepts it as a fact. 

The rest of the party is not fully sure what happened, but Dustin's eyes sparkle when he looks at Steve now. And Steve starts liking the boy too because hey, he saved his health/life or whatever two times already and the kid is really smart, even though too cheeky for his own good. So when Dustin and Will pound on his door two days later, explaining (too quickly and in a very confusing way) that there was probably something wrong with Dart ("the lizard, pay attention, Steve!") and that Dustin is gradually becoming something akin to a human radio, hearing various frequencies in his head and being able to flip through them at will, Steve just sighs and lets them in because sure, a human radio? That's new, but not surprising. 

(Dustin also tries to give them superhero names when they share that they might have some powers, but Steve vehemently objects to Danger-man and Will just says "no" to Sludge Boy, so the jury is still out on that one)

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Red Masterlist

Remember: I will be writing other fics along with these so just be patient with both, and some songs will take longer than other’s because of inspiration, so any help is much appreciated too. You can also suggest other people, but the ones above doesn’t mean I will add them to my general masterlist, they are just ones I’ll write for these songs. 

Attention: All stories that I write is purely fanfiction and when I write about real people it is once again purely fiction. I don’t know them in real life and all my ideas are my own. Also please don’t steal my work. Thank you.

Warning: Don’t steal my work thank you! Also all summaries are subject to change :)

Masterlist

State Of Grace - (Evan Buckley) ↬ Evan thinks he finally found a love to really fight for - only issue was that the woman he found this love for was with his friend with benefits.

Red - (Rúben Dias) ↬ After their break-up, Y/n recalls how loving Rúben was never as hard as she remembered.

Treacherous - (Eddie Diaz) ↬ Eddie and Y/n find themselves stumbling into his bedroom after a difficult day at work.

I Knew You Were Trouble - (John Stones) ↬ Everyone told her that John was trouble, but she still allowed him to hurt her.

All Too Well - (Mason Mount) ↬ “It’s not like you love me or anything, right?” Y/n scoffed, shaking her head once more as she brought her hand up to wipe the end of her nose. “If you did then you would have acted like I was somebody to you. But you didn’t. You acted like I was some sort of maid or something. You made me feel like shit in front of your friends. So you don’t fucking love me…do you?”

22 - (Steve Harrington) ↬ Y/n meets someone on her twenty-second birthday and decided to spend it with him.

I Almost Do - (Rúben Dias) ↬ “You wouldn’t,” Rùben argues as he stands in front of the bride-to-be. “I would’ve.” “No,” he denies. “I would have married you, Rúben.” Y/n whispers.

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - (Theodore Nott) ↬ Theo and Y/n have always been that couple in school that was always on and off, but her friends were sick and tired of seeing Theo hurt Y/n constantly, so this time they are making sure they break up sticks.

Stay Stay Stay - (Logan Huntzberger) ↬ Logan wants Y/n to come with him to London, but she just can’t do that.

The Last Time - (Jess Mariano) ↬ Jess is back at Y/n’s doorstep after disappearing another time, but this time he’s promises that he is back for good. 

Holy Ground - () ↬

Sad Beautiful Tragic - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ Long distance teared then apart, but that didn’t mean they didn’t still love one another.

The Lucky One - (Peter Parker) ↬ Three times Peter was there for Y/n Stark after hate from the media, and the one time she was there for him.

Everything Has Changed - (Arthur Leclerc) ↬ One moment they were just best friends. Best friends throughout each other’s lives, best friends within the paddock, best friends outside of the paddock, best friends that travelled together, and best friends who totally weren’t secretly in love with each other. They were just best friends who thought of each other’s touches as nothing more than platonic. But then his hand would linger on her back a second too long after a hug, and her eyes would stay glued to him for a moment too long, and their lips would be ever so close…enough to say that everything has changed.

Starlight - (Steve Harrington) ↬ After dropping Dustin off at the school dance, Steve takes this opportunity to convince Y/n to come with him to his favourite diner.

Begin Again - (Lando Norris) ↬ In which Y/n begins to fall for her best friend who has always secretly liked her.

The Moment I Knew - (TASM!Peter Parker) ↬ Y/n understand Peter role as Spider-Man, but she hated how it would always make him break his promises with her.

Come Back...Be Here - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ Long distance teared then apart, but that didn’t mean they didn’t still love one another. He wished for his lover to be with him instead of travelling the world without him - but instead of asking, he leaves unfinished letters in a shoebox in his suitcase.

Girl At Home - (Pierre Gasly) ↬ Pierre was taken but his eyes can’t stop gazing at one of his best friends.

Better Man - (JJ Maybank) ↬ Maybe at a different time they would have been better together, but JJ wasn’t truly ready for a relationship when he was still healing from home.

Nothing New - (Pedri González) ↬ Laying side by side, Pedri and Y/n come to the realisation that they don’t know the world as much as they did when they were younger.

Babe - (Lando Norris, ft Pierre Gasly) ↬ After finally making it official, Pierre shortly finds himself cheating on YIn, which ends up with Lando comfort her after finding her at the back of a party. (Sequel to Bejewelled)

Message In A Bottle - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ Daniel decides to send off his letters and Y/n find herself dreaming of returning back home. (Sequel to Sad Beautiful Tragic and Come Back…Be Here).

I Bet You Think About Me - (Marcus Rashford) ↬ Marcus watches as his ex perform her new song.

Forever Winter - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ Daniel wasn’t at his best after McLaren, and Y/n made it her mission to bring his smile back.

Run - (Steve Harrington) ↬ After sneaking out from home, Steve finds himself in Y/n’s bed, hands interwind as they fantasies of getting out of Hawkins.

The Very First Night - (TASM!Peter Parker) ↬ They were enemies but that didn’t stop them from falling, but like every fall, you will eventually hit the ground, and that time has came for them.

Safe & Sound - () ↬(AU!)

Eyes Open - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ (Footballer!Reader) (AU!Women and men can play together) Y/n L/n, one of the greatest footballers of all time, but at the age of twenty-three she hits a rough patch - which damages her mentally, physically, and emotionally. It goes downhill after she returns from an injury and gets called up to World Cup, where Southgate chose her to be his favourite benchwarmer and not play her for even a second (which was the final straw for fans). Back at Chelsea, the sport continues to do her wrong when Potter continues to put her on bench - and all her boyfriend, Charles, could do was watch as everyday destroyed her more and more. (Links with The Archer)

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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Prompt: Vampires

Steve stayed in Hawkins after he graduated high school. Most of the town thought it was because he didn’t have amazing college prospects and had stayed to work for his dad. That wasn’t entirely untrue, of course, but a select few knew that there was way more important work to be done. 

There was an infestation in Hawkins. It was worse than cockroaches, worse than spiders, worse than skunks or raccoons, or just about anything Steve would have imagined. Somewhere in the woods, hidden where no one could find, was a vampire nest. 

Normally, Steve would have thought that this would be on every headline of every newspaper he’d ever heard of. But apparently, the US government preferred to keep news of creepy crawlers and all things bumping in the night a secret. 

In fact, Steve only found out in his junior year when a little girl escaped a lab and helped find a kid who had been kidnapped, ostensibly as food for the nest. Steve had been roped in peripherally thanks to Nancy’s involvement with Jonathan Byers. (And that was a whole different story.) 

Chief Hopper gave Steve the most answers, and in the end, the most purpose in life. Because from what Hopper could tell, the soldiers at the lab hadn’t been providing adequate protection from wayward vampires, or demogorgons as Nancy’s little brother insistently called them. 

When Hopper heard about how Steve dealt with the vampire at the Byers house, he offered to teach Steve a little more about fighting, and when Steve was getting ready to graduate, recruited him to keeping an eye on the perimeter of the forest. 

That was where they came from, and all Steve had to do on his nightly patrols was make sure none of them made it past him. Steve stayed in Hawkins because he was one of the only people who stood between the town and the infestation. 

God, that sounded cool. 

Steve grinned, even as he studiously scanned the edge of the forest as he drove down the country road. He was so accustomed to searching for monsters trying to slink out from the trees that he almost missed the very benign sight of a car pulled off to the side of the road. 

The blue glinted from his headlights through the trees for several seconds before Steve thought to step on the brakes. He came to a halt before he passed the car and pulled over to the side of the road. 

He left his headlights on, shining on the bumper of the car and lighting his path as he got out of the car. 

“Hello?” he called, gripping his bat. 

There was a snap of branches and for a split second Steve froze, but then he spotted figure. A distinctly human figure. 

“Evening,” said a young man as he stepped into view. He was tan with blue eyes and golden curls, and Steve was very relieved until he realized that the guy was eyeing his bat. “Are those nails.” 

“Uh,” Steve cleared his throat and tried to angle the bat behind him as if the damage wasn’t already done. “Force of habit, the woods and all… You new in town?” 

“I am. Didn’t realize stopping for a smoke would get me a welcome party,” he took a drag from a half smoked cigarette.  

“Sorry about that. But you should be careful,” Steve looked past him into the shadows beyond his headlights. “These woods get real dangerous at night.” 

"That a fact?"

“Other than me,” Steve tossed his bat back into his car. He smiled sheepishly, unsure if it was even visible. The guy didn’t seem to mind, but the light was hitting his eyes so directly they were almost glowing. “I promise I’m not a creep.” 

That got a promising laugh. 

“It’s Harrington, right?” 

Steve blinked. “Uh, how－”

“There a lot of people in town who don’t know who you are?” 

There were probably plenty, but Steve didn’t encounter them often. Still, he paused with his hand on the door of his car. “I didn’t realize we’d met.” 

There was a pout, before, “I’ll choose not to be offended by that.” 

“Oh shit, have we?” 

“We’ve been in the same place,” he dropped the cigarette and stomped it out. “Don’t worry, I’m just fucking with you.” 

Steve was starting to get whiplash. He smiled helplessly. “So this is our official meeting, Mister?” 

“Billy Hargrove.” 

“Steve Harrington.” 

“Much obliged. We’ll have to braid each other’s hair next time.” 

Steve laughed for real at that one and his nodded jovially. “Sure, come over any time.” 

There was a slight glint when Billy smiled back, but it was gone before Steve really noticed. “I’ll clear out then, wouldn’t want the spooky ghosts to get me.” 

“You really don’t. Have a good night.” 

Billy gave him a two fingered salute before sauntering around toward the front of his car. Steve figured he was safe enough, and backed up, waiting until Billy was in his car before driving off. 

That was the end of that. Until the very next night when Steve was cooking dinner for himself at home. There was an itch in the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something old and instinctive that was warning him there was a predator nearby. 

But no matter how much he snuck around, looking outside for anyone or anything, he was alone. 

That carried on for nearly a week before he finally told Hopper. He took it more seriously than Steve expected and told him not to patrol alone anymore. Considering that meant Steve’s options went to patrolling with Jonathan or staying home, he decided to stop going out. 

He didn’t hate Jonathan anymore, but that didn’t mean they had anything in common besides Nancy. Hell, once they stopped dating, Steve realized he didn’t have any shared interests with her either. 

No bad blood or friendship there, just awkward history that made for long awkward silences.

Then he reached out to Mike, and by extension, all of Mike’s friends. They piled into his house one day so Mike and Will could talk about possible precautions he could set up around his house, mostly using D&D terms; Dustin and Lucas mostly spent the visit talking about a new girl at school.  

Steve did his best not to do anything stupid. After all, that was Hopper’s number one rule for joining the watch. But the habit of patrolling was too ingrained, and Steve felt frustrated just going home each night. 

He wanted to be alert, especially considering he felt out of practice, so he was grabbing a coffee from a gas station when he heard a drawl from the aisle over. 

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” 

Steve turned, raising his eyebrows when he saw Billy Hargrove peering at him over a rack of candy. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” Billy tilted his head, and Steve realized somewhat belatedly that the glint from that night had been an earring. It really spoke to how much Steve had matured that he only slightly hated how incredibly handsome Billy was, even in the unflattering fluorescent lights. “Been a while.” 

“I don’t get out much these days,” Steve said with a self deprecating smile. Every now and then there was someone who expected him to suddenly return the old Steve. He wouldn’t be surprised if Billy was a mainstay on the party scene. 

“Guess not. Where’re you going now?” 

“Just for a drive.” 

Billy kept looking at him, expectant almost, and Steve had a thought sneak in from somewhere that Billy expected to hang out. He didn’t know why Billy would expect that, considering they had one exchange that made Steve look sort of like a serial killer. 

But maybe that interested Billy. After all, he was standing there patiently while Steve sorted through his syrupy slow thoughts. He hadn’t realized he was so tired. Maybe he shouldn’t be patrolling alone. 

“That invitation still stand?” Billy asked. 

“Huh?” Invitation. Hair braiding. Oh right. Billy could come over and keep Steve company while he tried to wake up a little more. “Yeah. Yeah man, that would actually be nice if you have time.” 

Billy nodded. “I’ll follow you back.” 

They make it to Steve’s and are talking. Steve feels weirdly tired but also buzzed, but he’s not falling asleep, and he feels interested while he and Billy talk. Billy notes the cross hanging in front of the backdoor and Steve is too zoned out to lie. 

“Vampires.” 

Billy chuckles, “wouldn’t want the big bad vampires to get you.” 

For the first time, Steve takes exception to Billy. There’s something that’s been on his mind for a while, after observing the vampires. With the exception of the big bad one, the one Eleven had to seal away with her powers, none of the vamps in the woods seemed ‘bad’. 

“Bears aren’t bad,” he says unthinkingly. Billy tilts his head so Steve continues. “They just gotta eat. It’s not bad. They just can’t eat us.” 

Billy hums, looking out the backdoor, the light is catching his eyes again. He looks like a heartbreaker. Steve is glad he wasn’t around in high school because he would have been dangerous. “They’re feral,” Billy says casually. “If you could talk to them, would you?” 

Steve would like to talk to bears. “Yeah.” 

“With the right ground rules, it could be a good set up. Especially if I could help with your little problem.” 

“Ground rules are good. Like, don’t eat us. Or, we’ll all agree on eating.” 

“Would you still want to get rid of the vampires if they didn’t attack people at random?” Billy looked at Steve, his hair haloed but for some reason his eyes were still glowing. “They have to eat, but they can agree not to kill. And they can help with the hive at the quarry.” 

The quarry? They were out at the quarry? How were they able to hide there? His mind was starting to work a little faster, the sweet haze that had been present since the gas station finally starting to bleed back. 

“If they,” Steve licked his lips. Why was his mouth so dry? “They’re not bad, if all they want is food and a place to live.” 

Something was strange. Steve’s mind was finally clear enough to realize that he brought a stranger back to his house. Billy was looking at him, his eyes were so incredibly blue and now that he was awake, Steve realized how hypnotizing they’d been before. 

“You smell amazing,” Billy stated. His sharp teeth didn’t catch the light, like Steve was sure they had before, but they were fully visible. 

“No biting,” Steve said. 

“I won’t,” Billy grinned, leaning in. “But you can feel free.” 

“Are you going to kill me?” Steve asked as Billy nuzzled along his hairline. 

“Nope, just came for a chat.” Billy’s eyes were glowing again when he looked Steve in the eye. “You’re open to that, aren’t you amigo?” 

“Totally,” Steve gulped. “I like a friendly chat as much as the next guy.” 

“Good. Because I think you and I can help each other,” Billy tucked some of Steve’s hair back. Steve noticed the claws that moved gently against his scalp. “But for now, you gotta keep this just between us. Deal?” 

Steve didn’t stop to think about it, worried that if he gave it too much thought he’d realize what a terrible idea it was to answer: “deal.” 

When looking back on that moment, Steve could have sworn that the whole room had been spinning. And then he suddenly woke up, as if he’d been dreaming the whole time, and Billy was gone. 

Steve later learned what Billy meant by ‘helping each other’ when he found several dead feral vampires in a pile in his backyard. The sticky note on the top one read: 

Burn before they start to stink. - Billy

[hexlikesramennoodles]

If you’re still doing kissing prompts? #4

4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Author’s note: this is rated M for suggestive content and violence. Inspired by this beautiful work of art by @kelpie-earnest. 

“It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here,” Max said. “He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.”

Steve gazed through the gap in Joyce Byers’ curtains, out to where the Camaro was tucked in the driveway like some gigantic waiting spider. The noise generated by the engine was tremendous, a powerful, vibrating thrum of tectonic force that could be felt through the walls. Right through to the marrow.

“Lock yourselves in,” he said.

Four pairs of disbelieving eyes swiveled around to stare at him. Steve felt the strange urge to laugh. Before he could, though, they all started arguing at once:

“Steve, no—”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? He’ll kill you—”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Steve said in a loud voice, clapping his hands. “Did I stutter, you boneheads? Lock yourselves in, I said. Don’t open the door until you hear me say so.” He gestured vaguely to the window. “If it goes south—”

He heard Dustin’s intake of breath, registered Lucas’ eyes growing large and round in their sockets, but couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge them both, lest he start thinking too hard about what it was he meant to do—

“You run like hell, okay?”

It was fine, he told himself. He had survived the Demodogs. He could survive this, too. One carrier was chump change compared to what lurked in Hawkins’ cavernous underbelly. He was going to be completely fine.

It wasn’t until he stepped out onto the porch that he realized he’d forgotten to bring his bat.

“Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

As always, the cherry of Billy’s lit cigarette preceded the rest of him. Steve watched its slow orbit in the gloom, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. Something made him uncross them, straighten his spine. A mnemonic echo. Billy’s fangs jutting wetly from the bed of his mouth, his hand held out. Plant your feet.

“I didn’t know carriers could dream,” he said evenly.

Billy lowered his hand. The cherry descended like a miniature comet, trailing embers and smoke. “I’m looking for my step-sister,” he said. The words were casual, almost friendly. They didn’t match his eyes. “Little birdie told me she was here.”

“I haven’t seen her, man. Sorry.”

A sudden explosion of glass made him jump: a beer bottle, flung from Billy’s hand into the gutter. Foam bubbled sluggishly from its broken neck, spreading across the blacktop in jagged white lines.

“You know,” Billy said. The driver’s door slammed shut, but the headlights stayed on; they cut a bright, glaring swath through the trees. “I was meant to be goin’ on a date tonight, amigo. I had it all planned out. Sure, his face wasn’t much to look at, but his neck? A whole meal. He had his own donor card, too. Certified and everything. But then what happens? Maxine goes missing, and I get told—I get told that I have to find her sorry ass, because she’s my responsibility. Which means my night—all that hard work—is down the toilet. Fucked.”

He smiled, then. Or snarled. The cherry of his cigarette rose, a wandering red star, a demon’s eye that kept lazily opening and closing on each inhale. Billy opened his mouth, still smiling, and doused the cigarette on his tongue. There was an angry hss of cooking flesh, like animal fat rendering over an open flame.

“As far as I’m concerned, you took my fuckin’ food, Harrington,” Billy continued, dropping the butt under his boot. “Are you gonna pay for it?”

“Will you leave them alone if I do?”

He could tell by the way Billy paused that whatever he’d been expecting when he stepped out of the Camaro, it hadn’t been that. Steve watched him flick his tongue over his teeth, telling himself that he was used to the sight by now. It was generally considered to be bad etiquette for carriers to flaunt their fangs in public, the same way it was considered indecent for non-carrier women to breastfeed in shopping malls. Billy was either unaware of the unspoken social laws of his kind, or he considered himself to be above them. Steve would bet all the money in his wallet on the latter; whether it was on the court or in class, the locker rooms or at house parties, Billy always had his fangs out.

“If the price is right,” Billy said. He was silent for another moment, his tongue between his teeth, studying Steve with an expression that was difficult to read. Sizing up the merchandise, Steve thought. “Have you been tested?”

He nodded. “When I was with Nancy, I—”

“Oh, that’s right,” Billy exclaimed, his smile turning into a sneer, “you were her blood bag.”

Steve gritted his teeth through the mockery. “I was her donor.”

“Please. We both know what you were, Harrington. What you still are. There’s no use denying it.” Billy moved with frightening agility; one moment he was on the other side of the road, the next he was breathing down Steve’s neck, his teeth—both incisors, each at least an inch long—hot and hard against Steve’s pulse. His pupils were two scorch marks, deepest obsidian ringed in flaming red and orange. “You and everybody else in that house, you’re all just meat. Prey. And I’m the hunter.”

“Not tonight,” Steve said. He turned his head, willing himself to stare into the darkest center of the red. The rage and hunger there. “Not ever. You can have me. But you can’t have them. They’re off limits from now on, you understand?”

Billy’s lips peeled apart. “Like I said. If the price is right.” He jerked his head in the direction of the Camaro. “Let’s have a taste.”

“Don’t you wanna take this elsewhere?”

“Why? I’m already dressed up for it.” In the blink of an eye, Billy was standing on the opposite sidewalk, holding the passenger door open. “Get in the car, blood bag.”

The inside of the Camaro was surprisingly clean, save for the smell: hot ash and hot blood. Visceral and vital. It was the smell of a fever that had yet to burn itself out, cloying and oppressive; the smell of a cancer ward. The word vampire was outdated. Vampire was for old Christopher Lee movies, for actors with powdered faces and plastic fangs smeared with sticky, ketchup-looking fake blood. Carrier was treatable; vampire wasn’t. Carrier made it sound akin to plague; carrier and medical emergency and regressive behavior. Carriers—not vampires—still retained their humanity somewhere inside, despite their monstrous symptoms. Steve knew better. Billy, like Nancy before him, was nothing human.

“Where did Wheeler like to have her fill?” Billy asked. “From your neck?”

“No. From my thumb.”

“Your—seriously?” Billy threw back his head, letting out a quick, yipping laugh. Steve followed the needlepoint gleam of his incisors with nauseated fascination. “How fuckin’ chaste. And you—you were okay with that, pretty boy?”

“You know, they don’t recommend you drink from the neck, typically,” Steve said. “Because it’s so close to the artery—”

“That’s what makes it feel so fuckin’ good, though. Like, really good.” Billy caught his eye in the rearview mirror and smirked, then leaned across to squeeze his knee. “Better than getting your finger sucked by some prissy bitch in her daddy’s pillbox McMansion.”

Steve pushed his knee out of Billy’s grip. “Don’t call her a bitch.”

“I’ll call her whatever the fuck I want, Harrington. She deprived you, and she did it on purpose. I bet she knew that if you had it elsewhere, you’d leave her in the dust.”

Something about Billy’s eyes, this close—how the red surrounding his pupils fluctuated as he spoke, shifting and dancing like real flames—had loosened Steve’s tongue, made him less aware of himself and his surroundings. Hadn’t there been a warning in the pamphlets about looking directly into carriers’ eyes? He couldn’t remember.

“It doesn’t matter,” he heard himself say. “She left me in the dust first.”

(Why not? Steve thought. Underneath the blood and ash and sickroom smell, he could just make out Billy’s cologne, a hint of sweetness to offset the bitter. The world was going to hell in a handbasket, but Billy looked like the closest thing to a model from a Calvin Klein magazine spread. Pretty. Hair spilling down his shoulders in soft, stylized waves, his muscled arms sitting snugly in the sleeves of his maroon shirt; Steve had always envied him for his arms. Why the fuck not?)

“She did, didn’t she?” Billy made a soft, sympathetic noise that was as bogus as it was scathing. “Oh, and she hurt you, too. She really hurt. But it’s okay now, though, because you’ve got me. And I can show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

He leaned across, so abruptly Steve didn’t have time to parse what was happening; panicking, he blurted out: “Is it gonna hurt?”

Billy’s smile paused inches from his neck. “It will, and then it won’t,” he said, “but you gotta relax first.”

Steve thought of Nancy. Billy’s hand was creeping up his arm, over his shoulder. Pulling the collar of his jacket and T-shirt to one side. Moving slow, like he wanted to savor it. Steve fixed his eyes straight ahead, on the outline of the driveway just outside the reach of the Camaro’s headlights. The engine growled and shuddered underneath his feet like an animal that wanted to throw him off. He thought of Nancy, or he tried to. Every time he pictured her smile, he came up short.

Billy let out a shaky breath. “Beautiful,” he said.

“What?” Steve said, distracted.

“Nothing, Harrington. Just relax.”

With Nancy, it had been like getting a flu shot. A quick jab, minimal pain, no mess. If Steve became lightheaded, she would stop. If he told her to stop, she would stop.

He didn’t know if Billy would extend him the same courtesy.

Minimal pain, no mess. Billy’s thumb caressed his neck, soothing the hoofbeat clatter of his heart. He was no longer smiling. Steve closed his eyes.

It was quick, he’d give Billy that—the initial pain. Steve shifted in the passenger seat, tilting his head as far back as the headrest would allow; Billy moved with him, cupping his jaw. He bit down lightly, suckling on Steve’s neck. Pain blossomed like a flare in the dark. Fading as Billy’s teeth probed deeper. He made a noise against Steve’s skin. It might have been a sigh of relief. A moan. Steve couldn’t tell.

“Let me know when you see the colors,” Billy said thickly. He sounded drunk. His hand was back on Steve’s knee, massaging the bone, anchoring them both.

“The—”

Billy bit down again and Steve cried out, shocked, his spine bowing. Not from pain. The pain had subsided entirely, morphed into a distant, warm prickling. It was actually kind of nice. Steve let the tension in his shoulders slacken, giving Billy’s mouth more leeway to rove over his skin. He was sucking hard, lapping at Steve’s neck like a dog with a bowl of water, his Adam’s apple working as he swallowed, paused to breathe.

“Knew you’d taste good.”

Billy’s voice, faint. Prickling like pins and needles. Steve was starting to feel as though he’d fallen asleep with his arm trapped underneath his body; the tingling, pins and needles sensation had spread from his neck down to his wrist. Numb and blissful. The heat from Billy’s mouth was building, tightening into a stranglehold. The car was getting warmer.

“I’d think about it,” Billy’s voice said. Still faint, still distant and removed. Steve fought to open his eyes; he was dimly aware of someone watching him, the hand on his knee parting his legs to run up the inseam of his jeans. He was too warm to do anything about it. “You know, when we were in the showers together and you’d … you’d just stand there, ignoring everybody else, I’d look at you, and think about what it would be like if I just …”

“Tore my throat out?” Steve slurred.

The prickling had turned into an itch, restless, fierce. Billy latched onto his neck, sucking with a junkie’s greed for his next fix, like he would die if he didn’t have it, like there was nothing in the world that mattered more. “No,” he said, laughing. Pulling off his neck with an obscene, theatrical pop that should have made Steve retch. Instead, it sent desire licking down his spine. “Hey, I’ve never killed anybody. Ask Laurie. Ask Tina. They both came to me begging for it. You know, I’ve always thought there was somethin’ in the water here that drove people crazy horny. Maybe you’re all just bored. Too wimpy to turn to meth. I was doing them a favor, man. There are worse things to get hooked on.”

“You were doing them a favor, huh? Wow. What a hero you are.”

“It was a mutually beneficial partnership,” Billy insisted. “You can feel it, right? It’s like … fuck, it’s like we’re fucking, almost. Or doing poppers. Except there’s no come down, no limit to how high you can get … you just keep flying … and flying …”

“Uh,” was all Steve could say. It did sort of feel like he was flying. He could no longer feel his arm, or his leg; the left side of his body seemed to have dissolved, become incorporeal. He didn’t have any sense of where the roof of the Camaro had gone; he was rising, being steadily submerged into the night sky. There came another moan. Billy’s teeth were thumb tacks pressing into the grooves of his palms, pins and needles, prickling and itching and stoking the fire between them.

“Can you feel it, Steve?” he was panting. His hand clutched at Steve’s leg in ecstasy and desperation. “Can you see me?”

“I—I can see you,” Steve mumbled. He was hot all over, floating in an ozone layer of swirling blues and greens and pinks. Each color was its own self-contained galaxy; each color reminded him of Billy’s eyes, ever-changing. Rings hot with lust. “God, the colors, Billy … I didn’t know …”

“It’s called a glamour,” Billy said. “I told you, baby. It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Good? It’s—it’s incredible. God, I’m—”

“Yeah?” Somewhere back on Earth, Billy’s smile had returned, wide and cannibalistic. “Yeah, baby? Are you close?”

“I’m—” Steve said, swallowing. His hands flapped at Billy’s chest like maimed birds. “I’m—I’m—”

It came at him out of nowhere, all at once. When it did, his mouth was still straining to form the words that he could no longer speak, pleasure robbing him of all ability to do so: I’m, I’m, ohmyGod, Billy, Billy, I’m gonna. Something soft brushed his cheek and he automatically turned towards it, his mouth opening, searching for comfort like a newborn’s rooting reflex searched for the nipple. He met the soft something halfway, and tasted himself.

Billy kissed him hard, his mouth tasting of Steve’s blood. The kiss was without fangs, without hunger or violence. His hand caressed Steve’s neck, played with his hair. His grip was lax and boneless.

He was well fed.

“Like we’re fucking,” Steve repeated. His voice sounded husky and raw, his vocal chords crippled. He was still coming, still high; his wrists trembled through the ghostly aftershocks. “Did you dream about that, too?”

He knew Billy was watching him. The prickling in his neck was all but gone; the wound had already sutured itself closed, and it would only reopen the next time Billy came for him. And he would come, Steve thought, with an odd sense of pride. Billy was the one who needed him, now. He wouldn’t be able to find it anywhere else. Not the way Steve tasted.

Billy reached for the steering wheel. He turned the key, and the headlights stuttered. Then, like a candleflame guttering out, they went dark.

[inmy-blueperiod]

Grandparents Day, Pt. 3

Part 1, Part 2

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Peter stops to tie his shoe on the way to the office, and motions for the soldiers to continue, the office is in sight. Walking there, they pass a few empty classrooms, but some have students in them. Like the room that gets used for Academic Decathlon. And guess who sees Peter walking in the hallway?

None other than Eugene "Flash" Thompson.

"Hey, Parker!" he yells. Shit, Peter thinks. "Why aren't you in here? With the rest of your team? Hm?"

"I was coming back, but I just had to show some people to the office and well--they're waiting for me. I'll be back in 15 minutes tops!" he tells his team.

Before he can escape, MJ speaks up; "you better, Peter! You have people depending on you, and if you miss another practice, we have to bench you next competition. You're the smartest here, and we can't afford to bench you, so, please, show up!"

"Yes, MJ! Definitely! I will be here, promise! Give me 15 minutes?" Peter asks hopefully.

She sighs and looks at her watch; "15 minutes, Parker, go." He smiles with relief and sprints to the office to see Steve and Bucky waiting for him.

"Sorry," he apologizes. "I had to talk to my Academic Decathlon team real quick, but I'm here."

"No reason to be sorry. Pete, did you know that your principal--Mr. Morita's--grandfather was Buck and my friend back in our glory days?" Steve smiles.

"Really? No, I didn't know that. Awesome!"

"Yeah, Jimmy, I think, is what we called him. He was a good man," Buck nods at the teen's principal, "We were in the same unit, the 107th. He got captured with me, I think. My memory is still foggy, but I remember that he was my friend."

"Alright, I know you came here to talk to me other than my Grandad. What can I do for you gentlemen?" Morita asks.

"Well, Peter, here, invited us to come to Grandparent's Day on Monday--" Steve begins.

"Ah, yes, I saw that slip. It was given to me when our top student was accused of lying--not to his face, naturally--so I had to check it out. I didn't think it was all that necessary though. I mean, this kid brought in Tony Stark for Parents Day," Morita chuckles.

"Yes, well, we were wondering if everyone could treat us like every other grandparent. I don't want to make a big deal out of it," Bucky replies.

"Yes, of course. I understand perfectly and wouldn't dream of it. My Grandad used to say that he always just wanted to be treated like everyone else and that everything he did, he wanted to and didn't expect any praise."

"Jimmy was a good man. I'm glad you got that gene," Steve smiles. Morita smiles back.

"Thank you, Mr. Morita. I'll try to stop bringing in superheroes so that you don't get any more slips that say I'm a liar," Peter says with a small smile.

Morita chuckles. "I'll ask Mrs. Thatcher to stop sending the complaints to me and instead rip them up." Once out of his office, Morita shakes Steve and Bucky's hands, tells Peter to stay out of trouble and goes back into his office to do some more paperwork.

The three walk down the hallway silently, until Peter breaks it; "hey, I, uh, I have to get back to Decathlon, so I'll see you both at the Tower? It's Thursday and May's working again, so I'm staying there until Monday after dinner."

"Yeah, sure. But, uh, is it okay if we stop by your practice? I mean, we don't have to check it out, it's just that I don't know what Academic Decathlon is and you're involved so I would like to be involved," Steve says sincerely.

"Yeah, no, it's okay Mr. Rog- Steve. Academic Decathlon is an afterschool activity where you go competition and compete against other schools and whichever school figures out the correct answer the fastest wins. Last year, we went to Washington D.C. and won! Well, I mean, I didn't win. I was previously occupied with stopping the Vulture, which was when you both were Rouge. Long story short, I couldn't be there for the competition because Spider-Man was tracking a bad guy. And you both can totally sit-in during practice. It's no big deal." It's a shock to the old heroes that Peter didn't pass out from lack of breath.

”Uh, great! Where’s the restroom?” Steve asks.

”Oh, it’s down this hall, take a left and it’s on the right. We’ll be in the big room over here; just take a right, walk back down the hall, go around the corner and it’s on the left. The floors might be wet though, so I think you should probably take another left walk through the hall, turn past the cafeteria, and take another left. But, then again, they might not be mopping the floors today, so just take a right, walk back down the hall, go around the corner and into the classroom on the left.”

Steve just stared blankly; Bucky chuckled. “I’ll help him out, kiddo. Don’t worry.”

“Thanks, Mr. Barn-- I mean Bucky! I’ll be in there when you get back,” Peter says quickly and marches into Decathlon.

MJ checks her watch; “17 minutes, Parker. It’s not looking good for you.” He sucks in a breath. MJ was always punctual and got upset when others weren’t. At his worried expression, she laughs. "I'm just fucking with you, loser. You were gone for, like, less than 13, so chill out." Even though it sounds like a jab at him, Peter knows better. She's worried about him. He’s not showing up to Decathlon, which isn't new, but he's been.. different since whatever it was that the Avengers are keeping from everyone. No one knows what it is; there are many conspiracies, but the Avengers have confirmed nothing other than yes people disappeared but they’re back and okay now. Which doesn’t make any sense, but most people have gotten over it by now.

“Thanks, MJ,” Peter replies; the two exchange smiles.

“If you guys are done staring into each other's eyes, can we get back to practice?” Flash groans loudly.

“Oh, shut up Eugene. Some people can actually have friends; did you know that? That people can actually enjoy other people’s company?” When Flash doesn’t comment, MJ continues, “I know right! Mind-blowing!”

After a huff, Flash backs off; "whatever. Let's just get back to practice."

"Awesome. First question! What is the atomic number for chlorine?"

With a ding of the bell, Peter answers, "17." He's just relieved that everyone is done arguing.

"Correct. What is the capital of Monaco?"

Another ding. "Monte Carlo," Abe answers.

"Nice. How old was Queen Elizabeth the First when she became queen and what year was it?"

Ding. "It was 1558 and she was 26 years old," Flash answered cockily.

"Nope, close though; she was 25. Maybe next time Eu-" she was abruptly cut off by a loud gasp from Ned. Peter turned to see what had happened and winced (of course, they had to make a dramatic entrance).

"Holy shit," Ned whispered under his breath.

"It's them," Abe exclaimed, just as star struck.

"Uh, hello everyone," Bucky said awkwardly. Steve laughed and tried to cover it up with a cough; he received a deadly glare from the ex-assassin.

Mr. Harrington snapped out of his awe quicker than the rest of them. "Hi, Mr. America-- I--I mean Mr. Rogers! Can we help you with anything?" His voice cracked at 'anything'. Peter try as he may to control it, let a chuckle slip.

"Uh, no, Mr--?"

"Harrington."

"Mr. Harrington," Steve finished. "We just wanted to sit in and see what School Decathlon was all about."

"You dumbass," Bucky said and hit the back of Steve's head. "It's Academic Decathlon. Not School Decathlon."

MJ chuckled and almost every Decathlon member's eyes snapped to her. "What? It's funny," she told them with a roll of her eyes.

"Yeah, Michelle. It's so funny. Violence is so funny. Since you think it's so funny, you should really rethink being the captain and hand it off to someone who deserves it," Flash smiled innocently.

"Yes, you're right. Eugene. I think I'll give the Captain title to Parker," she replied, smug.

"Penis!?” Flash exploded. “Him!? Really!? But he doesn't even show up!"

Peter had his eyes trained on Bucky from the moment Flash opened his mouth. You bet he saw the way Bucky's eyes darkened and how took a menacing step forward.

Steve put a hand in front of Bucky to stop him from doing something he would regret. Like decking a 16-year-old. Steve whispered a "keep calm," and Peter's

hearing picked it up.

"What did you just call him," Bucky demanded. Flash went white a shade white but didn't answer. "What. Did you call him," he growled.

"I-I called him Peter, sir-sir," Flash stuttered out, eyes wide.

"Liar." The glare directed at Flash was deafening. "What did you call him." Silence. "Answer honestly. What did you call him."

"I called him Penis," Flash said confidently as if it would erase his nervous stutter from before, but he still shrank back and dropped Bucky's gaze the moment they met.

Bucky’s glare intensifies ten fold. Steve clears his throat as if to distract his friend from murdering a teenager. “So, uh, Mr. Harrison,” Steve says addressing the supervisor of the club.

Bucky interrupts, “if one of your students is being bullied, do something about it. We’ll be over here watching the rest of practice.” And with that, he drags Steve over to an empty table and makes himself comfortable.

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[teen--marvel]

Good morning, world and all who inhabit it ☀️

At the time of typing this, it’s 8:45AM. So, get ready for a tangent/explanation that I don’t really need to share, but kind of want to. If I’ve tagged anyone, feel free to ignore ✌🏻

As a majority of my followers know, I started out a health blog (which is where most of you came from). Still into it, but as the years have gone by, my interests have changed just a tad.

Around 2013, I jumped headfirst into the Teen Wolf fandom. Yes, I talk about this show a lot, don’t judge. (Which also means I jumped into the Dylan O’Brien fandom headfirst...)

Anyway, didn’t really talk about that interest, just said what I was feeling about the episodes I caught up on and watched weekly, and sometimes I didn’t even say anything. Ended up kind of falling out of the fandom. Still watched the episodes when they were made available on Hulu or the MTV website. This also resulted in me kind of falling out of the Dylan fandom, but still watched his movies (more on this later)

Okay, so fast forward to Oct 2018. Stranger Things 2 came out. Yes, we were a year behind the show then when it first started streaming on Netflix. Feel in love with it (just like TW), and ultimately started loving Steve Harrington because character development.

That’s when I turned to fan fiction to get more of our beloved Steve, and fell in love with it!

I knew fanfic was out there, I just didn’t wanna read it. AT FIRST.

For some reason, my brain kept telling me, “You’re 24. Fanfic is for teens.”

Shut my brain down real quick 👏🏻

I first drafted fanfic that I liked, so that I could go back later and reread if I wanted. I didn’t wanna double tap to like because for some reason, my brain (yet again), told me, “They’re gonna see that a health blog is liking their stuff. No. Don’t like. Draft.” That went on for about a week until I decided that liking someone else’s work (at the time of my way of thinking) is just as important as reblogging (which I’ve now learned is not the case, but more on this later.) This was January 2018.

Fast forward to April 2018... when I dive headfirst back into the TW and Dylan O’Brien fandoms. I started reading Stiles fanfic and fell in love. The first one i remember reading was so long, I didn’t know that fanfic could be 14,000 words! (Now I read it like it’s nothing, haha!) Then I found a TW Rewrite. Binge read it in like a week, then read daily when I got caught up for 6A then stopped reading it cause I hadn’t watched 6B yet (Amazon didn’t have it for free yet. You had to rent or buy the episode.) got caught up on the episodes, freaking cried and tried not to scream at my tv with the last episdoe while everyone was sleeping. I went back to the rewrite and read those last ten. I’ve read this particular rewrite about 8 times (weird, I know, but it’s so good!) After that rewrite was done, the author put out another rewrite for The Maze Runner. Read for the first two movies, then had to stop again because, at the time, I was in them middle of reading TDC and hadn’t seen the movie yet.

Side note: I read all of TMR, and half of TST. Said fuck it for TST, and the hubs and I went to see it in theaters. Took me from Apr 2018 to Aug 2018 to read TDC cause slow reader (and over a year to read American Assassin)

-if you’re still with me, Four For You, Glen Coco! You Go, Glen Coco! (I was 11 when Mean Girls came out, sooooo 🤷🏻‍♀️)

It wasn’t until just recently that I was only liking fanfic that I truly enjoyed... which was most of what I was reading.

Ended up getting back into Marvel, specifically Spider-Man, and started reading fanfic for him.

Yes, I read fanfic for the actors as well.

About a month or so ago (hell idk, just go with it.) I started leaving little emojis letting the authors know what I thought of their work/chapter/part, whatever. Then I started leaving actual comments on their work, expressing what I liked about the chapter, what I wonder is gonna happen next, all that jazz.

I say ALL OF THAT to say this:

Even though most of you, well the MAJORITY of you are health blogs and have been with me for the last 7 years— first of all, I applaud you cause I would’ve left a long time ago 😂—

Anyway, even though the majority of you are healths blogs, you can expect some health reblogs/personal posts from me, but to support the fanfic authors that I’m following and reading their work, I’m gonna start reblogging their work. So, if that’s something that you don’t wanna see from me, then my only advice to you is to simply unfollow. This isn’t me saying, Bye Felicia. It’s me giving you that option to unfollow if you don’t want it clogging up your dash.

TL;DR: gonna start reblogging fanfic that I like cause my interests with this particular blog have changed. If you don’t wanna see that, I’m giving you the option to unfollow. Would suck to lose the followers I’ve had for last 7 years, but people change and do their interests. It’s 9:23AM and I just finished writing this long ass post✌🏻