#sorry forgot to post this morning! also im now behind again because i got distracted by the carol/barb of it all lmao

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 95

Part 1 Part 94

There’s something wrong with Steve. His head’s full of cotton, and he feels like if he tries to lift it, it’ll be so weighed down his neck will snap. His hand weighs a lot too, fingers zinging error messages into his brain as they twitch.

Even his skin’s tight, like all his insides have grown and they’re putting pressure on his outsides until he’s fit to burst.

Opening his eyes feels like a momentous task, but he hears voices, and there’s something rough and warm clasping his hand. It’s been dark and cold for so long.

Steve opens his eyes.

The light is muted, but it’s enough that he can see the hand holding his own. He’d know those callouses anywhere. Those bitten nails. Those rings.

“You’re not Wayne,” he mutters, voice coming out choking and raspy, like he’s recovering from a cold.

He shudders, remembering the smoke and the choking. The voices cut out, a hush falling over the room aside from an annoying beeping noise Steve knows all too well. The scratchy sheets and cardboard mattress he knows with even more familiarity.

“I’m right here, son,” Wayne murmurs gruffly, from Steve’s other side.

Eddie gasps, theatrical even in a moment like this. “You want Wayne instead of me?” Steve grunts his affirmation, too tired to try nodding his head. “Why?”

“It’s tradition.”

Uncle Wayne huffs, but reaches for his other hand, holding it firmly. Wayne’s always holding his hand in hospital rooms. Steve hopes he can keep this.

He shifts his head, even that small moment making the edges of his eyes fizz and spark, but he wants to see Eddie. Needs to.

His eyes are wide and scared, dark shadows beneath them hollowing him out. There’s a cut along his forehead and another on his swollen nose, two black eyes swelling them. His eyebrows are raised, like he needs his eyes as clear as possible to be able to meet Steve’s gaze.

Steve tries to reach his hand out toward Eddie’s ruined face, but Eddie’s holding on too tight, so his fingers just futilely twitch against their constraints. “What happened?”

Eddie sobs, tears pouring down his cheeks as he drops Steve’s hand to lunge forward and bury his face in Steve’s neck, arms holding onto his torso hard enough to hurt.

Steve reaches his hand up, using all his strength to bury it into the loose hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck. It’s greasy and tangled, but Steve still winds his fingers in, rubbing listlessly against Eddie’s scalp as he sobs.

Eddie’s seat is quickly snatched up by Will. “What happened?” Steve asks again, hoping someone will respond. Will doesn’t open his mouth. He’s squinting at Steve like he’s looking for answers when Steve doesn’t even know the questions.

Steve shrinks back, but he doesn’t make it far with Eddie’s weight pinning him down, and his muscles still unresponsive.

Will’s gaze softens when he sees the twitch, and he nods, an affirmative response to the question Steve still doesn’t know.

Will pulls on their connection gently. It feels like his hands are reaching past Steve’s skin and lighting up his heart. Steve pulls right back, hoping it feels as comforting as it does for Steve.

Will’s eyes shine, but he’s smiling all wobbly and warm in Steve’s direction. “It wasn’t you.”

Steve’s fingers curl tighter into Eddie’s skull, the hairs on his arms standing on end. “What wasn’t?”

Will doesn’t answer, but he stands up, shuffling forward until his knees hit the edge of Steve’s bed. He’s looking down at Steve now, tears streaming.

“Will?” Ms. Byers calls, drawing Steve’s attention for the first time to her presence in the room. Steve can’t turn his head enough to catch her eye, but there’s something hard and warning in her voice.

“It wasn’t him,” Will reiterates, lifting his gaze to look over at her. The new angle bares his throat. Steve’s breath catches painfully, lungs seizing when he sees the bruising around Will’s windpipe.

They’re a deep purple and span the width of his throat – long reaching bruises like someone’s fingers had been around his throat.

“What wasn’t me?” Steve asks, but he already knows. He can feel it in the whirls on his fingertips.

Will looks back down at him, biting his lip before crawling atop the bed beside Eddie, pushing his face into Steve’s ribs. Steve shakes his hand free of Wayne’s, wrapping it around Will’s back gently.

He only ever wanted to be gentle with Will.

It takes monumental effort to turn his head enough to see Ms. Byers, and Eddie’s jostled in the process, but he has to see. He has to know.

Her eyes are hard and probing when they meet his. Just like Will’s had been. Like she’s trying to burrow straight into his brain and root around until she finds his culpability.

Ms. Byers has always been a soft touch with the ones she loves. It’s not a surprise when her eyes soften, and she reaches out, brushing his hair out of his eyes. She leans in to kiss his forehead.

It’s overwhelming being covered with so many bodies. But it’s warm. Steve wants to suffocate in it.

But there’s still a black hole in his brain where his memories should be; part of him is curled up small in his closet, waiting for his Mom to come back from her trip.

So, when Ms. Byers leans back, settling into her chair, he turns to Wayne.

Uncle Wayne the honest. The forthright. The dependable. “What happened?”

Wayne looks sad, but he doesn’t hesitate to speak. “It weren’t you,” he starts, raising his hand when Steve opens his mouth to protest. “But that thing that was inside ya did some damage.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Wayne’s hands are big and loose on the dirty knees of his work jeans.

“What did I do?” Steve asks again. Eddie clutches Steve tighter, snuffling as Steve pats his head.

Wayne grimaces, like he wants to protest but he doesn’t. Steve’s glad. He explains Steve disappearing into himself, the men with their guns he helped bury beneath the earth.

Their desperate attempts to bring Steve back. He remembers some of it in flickers, like a home movie of someone else’s life that’s been partially recorded over. A palimpsest. A wound.

Will’s voice reverberating through the darkness with a reverent “save you.” Wayne’s quiet, “my boy.” Eddie’s warbling, “loved you.”

The heat of skin.

A girl.

He doesn’t remember the death, or the shouting, or the pain. Like he’d hidden himself so well that only the light could get in past all that darkness.

Something in him breaks.

“I’m sorry,” he says, unsure of who he’s talking to. Will? Eddie? The people in this room? All those dead strangers? “I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t you,” Will says again, tucking himself further into Steve’s chest.

He should push Will and Eddie away. He’s a ticking time bomb, a magnet for all their unfortunes. He’ll drag them both down with him.

But he’s always been weak. He pulls them in, burying his nose in Eddie’s hair and hunkering down.

Eddie starts it. He tugs on his connection to Steve. Steve tugs back, then pulls on Will until they’re all in a constant feedback loop Steve swears he can feel in his heart.

People are dead at his feet. But it’s warm, here in this room with the people he loves best.

He relaxes into the uncomfortable hospital bed, brain fuzzy, skin warm as he falls to sleep, with dreams full of light.

And warmth.

Part 96

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[petersspidey]

Road Trip

Request: YESS MY DUDE PLS WRITE A ROAD TRIP FANFIC I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER!!!!

A/N: Ahhhhh, this is a marvellous idea and lmaoooo I'm actually writing this on the plane ride home. I was only delayed for two hours sitting on the tarmac and then a nine hour flight home!!! Let’s just say, it’s been a long day. And tbh I literally would never write this on a plane (usually) but I got lucky and there’s nobody sitting on either side of me or behind me WOW so here I am, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean (actually I'm probably over France rn) writing about you guys and fucking Peter Parker.

I also decided to try and do this a different way, its one of those Headcanon posts instead

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: nada

Masterlist

The lovely Peter Parker and yourself had been best friends for quite sometime and boy were you both pining over each other. Extremely pining.

It was a lot of almost but not completely’s. Which annoyed the hell out of you. But I mean, Peter also annoyed the hell out of you.

You loved the boy, but he was needy. (Lol you love it).

You had just finished your third year of high school when you and Peter decided that you needed to go on a road trip.

Meaning that Peter begged you to take a road trip with him. By then, he had passed his driver’s test and was ready to go on the road.

In the middle of July, you and Peter climbed into May’s car and began making your way to Niagara Falls.

It was seven in the morning and Peter had pulled up in front of your building in May’s car.

Peter jumped out and grabbed your bag and threw it into the trunk, rushing back around to open the car door for you. “Good morning, Y/N,” 

“Well it looks like someone is in a good mood,” 

“Of course I'm in a good mood, i’m excited! Aren’t you excited? We’re finally going on the road trip!” 

“Yes, Peter, I’m very excited,” you laughed. 

“Ive never been Niagara Falls, what do you think it’s like? And how long until we get there? You know I'm not good on long drives,” 

“Oh my god, Peter. Okay, Niagara Falls is very nice, you’ll love it. It’s about six and a half hours but because we’ll get caught in rush hour it’ll probably be closer to eight,” you answered.

“Then let’s go,” Peter smiled, putting the car into drive, heading towards the highway.

You were not at all surprised how simultaneously prepared and unprepared Peter was for this trip.

The boy had multiple road trip playlists and a few sugary treats but that was it. You of course were the one who thought to bring water, healthier snacks, tissues, etc.

Ten minutes into the trip he started diving into his snacks

“PeTeR ItS sEvEn In ThE mOrNiNg you don’t need a fruit roll up!” 

“But Y/N, Spiderman needs his nutrients,” 

“A fRuIt RoLl Up Is NoT nUtRiCiOuS,”

Peter just looked you right in the eye and took another bite of the fruit roll up causing you to lose your fucking marbles

THis boy was going to drive you insane for the next eight hours you just knew it

“Peter why don’t you just put on one of the CD’s you made instead of just singing?” 

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t like my singing?” 

“Peter Parker but put your CD on and sing along to that,”

“Will you sing with me?” 

“I don’t know? Is ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ on this playlist of yours?” 

“OH NO!”

“Peter did you actually forget the ultimate road trip song?” 

“Yes. But I can sing it for you,”

You acted annoyed with Peter but less than a minute later you were both singing at the top of your lungs

You pretended to be annoyed with Peter but you really loved him and you were actually having the time of your life

Eventually Peter turned on that playlist of his 

Turns out Don’t Stop Believing was on it

“Oh my god PEter you idiot,” 

“I FoRgOt,”

You and Peter were both idiots who were helplessly in love with each other but didn’t know

You would spend so much time just staring at the boy while he tried to focus on driving

Plot twist he knew you were looking at him

His CHEEKS TURNED BRIGHT RED EVERY TIME

You thought it was the cutest  

You were still singing along loudly to the music.

You would record it and send snaps to Ned saying you missed him  

Ned would always respond with “Bullshit you two need this time to figure everything out,”  

You tried to ask PEter what Ned meant but before Peter could answer he got distracted by a sign that said ‘Niagara Falls 350 miles’

“Peter, that’s still like five hours” 

“BuT wErE gETTING CLOSE” 

“Whatever you say, hon”

You wanting to pull over on the side of the highway to take pictures of all the scenery

“Y/N, we’re never going to make it in time if we don’t keep driving,” 

“In time for what?” 

“Just WE WON’T MAKE IT IN TIME,” 

“But Peter I want to take a picture of you next to that tree,” 

“Y/N,” 

“Peter Parker If you don’t go stand next to that tree so I can take your picture, no more fruit roll ups,” 

“But how will I survive and not starve?” 

“I have apples,” 

Peter still didn’t move

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” 

“Fine!” 

“Thank you! I love you!” 

“Yeah yeah, love you too,” he would mumble,

The picture of Peter turned out with him standing next to the tree with his arms crossed and huge pout on his face

“Peter can you please smile for me?” 

“Why would I smile after you threatened to take away my fruit roll ups?” 

“Because I want to remember this trip! Please, can you just smile for me?”

You know how Peter’s puppy dog eyes are irresistible? Anything you do is irresistible to him.

THIS BOY IS SO WHIPPED FOR YOU, YOU SIMPLY FROWN AND HES DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER

And boy you knew it too

So you frown and Peter loosens his shoulders and lets his arms fall

“No Y/N IM SORRY DON’T BE SAD YES I’LL SMILE,”

You got another picture of Peter with a big smile on his face, pointing at the tree.

“Can we get going now WE HAVE A SCHEDULE” 

“Why is this the first I'm hearing about this schedule?” 

“BEcuase it’s a surprise now get in the car,”

You both climb back In the car and set off again

“Y/N LOOK ONLY 250 MILES NOW” 

“Peter that still three and a half hours,” 

“BUT WE’RE EVEN CLOSER”

At one point you pull off the highway into a small town to get gas

The windows were rolled down and you began sneezing like crazy

“Thank you,” 

“What?” You asked Peter in between sneezes 

“I MEAN BLESS YOU” 

You were hunched over in the passenger seat, laughing your ass off in between your wild sneezes

“Can you please roll up the window Peter clearly I'm allergic to something” 

“fUCK YES SORRY”

When you stopped for gas you wanted to get out and take pictures but you knew you would just sneeze and not get any good pictures so you stayed in the car and took pictures of Peter pumping the gas without him noticing

This boy is so fucking gorgeous and the pictures turned out rather amazing despite how dirty the windows were

AND OF ALL THINGS TO TURN YOU ON PETER PUMPING GAS INTO THE CAR WAS APPARENTLY ONE OF THEM

When Peter got back in the car you were just staring at him

“What?” Peter eventually asked, confused by your staring

“Nothing. You’re just pretty is all,”

YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN PETER’S CHEEKS THAT RED

But of course this loser gained some confidence after he received your compliment

“Well if we’re talking about who’s pretty, then there’s no contest, hands down you’re the most beautiful,” 

“Peterr!” 

“I only speak the truth,” 

“Well you’re sweet spider-boy but it could just be from all the fruit roll up’s you’ve been eating,”

“Also,”

“Also?” 

“You should pump gas more often,” 

“Why….” 

“Cause you kinda looked really hot,” 

“I mean it is July the temperature are rather warm,” 

“Peter Parker you know that’s not what I meant,” 

“I know, I just like teasing you,” 

Not nice,” 

“I mean, I guess my so called hotness while pumping gas would explain why that hot blond was staring at me the entire time,” 

“wHOOO?”

Peter just laughed and didn’t answer you

This fuking boy

When you finally made it to Niagara Falls Peter was flipping excited.

You checked into your motel and then decided to go exploring

“So when do I get to find out what this surprise is?” 

“SOON” 

“Should I be worried?” 

“Shhhh Y/N, it’s a surprise I'm not going to throw you over the falls or anything,”

YOU were extremely suspicious as to what the surprise was

YOu and Peter went to the falls and you spent so long just taking pictures of Peter’s face when he first saw them

He was in absolute awe

You were so fucking in love with this boy

You kindly asked another Person to take a few pictures of you and Peter in front of the falls

They smiled and said you two made a cute couple and they snapped a few photos and gave you back your camera

“About that…” 

“About what?” 

“I also think we make a cute couple,” 

“Y/N NO SHHHH YOU’RE GOING TORUIN MY SURPRISE”

You were so confused

Did Peter just tell you to stop revealing your feeling cause IT WOUDL ‘RUIN HIS SURPRISE’

What was this boy up to  

After you spent some more time at the falls Peter dragged you down to the bottom of the falls 

“Peter what are we doing here?” 

“I BOOKED US A TOUR ON MAID OF THE MIST” 

“You did not,” 

“I did,” you smiled and gave Peter a hug.

You had been to Niagara Falls before but you had never gotten the chance to do a boat tour and Peter knew it was always something you wanted to do since you saw the episode of The Office where Jim and Pam got married on one of the boats

You were both given ponchos and you climbed on to the boat

You were kinda sad you couldn’t take your camera out cause you didn’t want to get it wet.

“So this was only half of the surprise,” Peter said 

“What? There’s more?”

Peter turned to you and just

HES SO FUCKING CUTE HIS HAIR WAS GETTING WET SO HIS CURLS WERE FLOPPY BUT THEY WERE ALL OVER THE PLACE AND UGH HES ADORABLE

“I’m in love with you,”

YOU WERE BLOWN AWAY YOU DIND’T FUCKING KNOW THIS BOY HAD ANYTHING BUT PLATONIC FEELINGS FOR YOU

“Are you serious Peter cause If you’re just fucking with me thats not very nice and you know I love you so I really hope you’re not messing with me cau-

Peter cut you off with a kiss

Usually you’d be mad if someone did that but Peter Parker was kissing you on fucking Maid of the Mist of all places and it didn’t seem to matter in that moment

“I love you too, you nerd,”

Peter had this big goofy grin on his face and you just smiled and went to kiss him again.

It was a long ass eight hour drive to Niagara Falls but it was totally worth it.