#steve gets a black eye that was totally an accident

[ickypuppi3]

billy and robin putting heather and steve in one of those ‘this is our get along shirt’ shirts and it lasting about two seconds before they start fighting

[runningupthatvecna]

i saw this post of eddie recently and it gave me so many (majorly self-indulgent) ideas which is why i couldn't stop myself with this and– nghhh rrrrr

eddie x plussize!fem!reader

warnings/tags: 18+ only! smut, oral (m receiving), plus size!reader and the issues that might come with growing up without male validation, established but relatively new relationship, softdom!eddie, unprotected piv (reader takes birth control but it's not mentioned), pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling), heavy dirty talk, eddie is down baaaad for reader, fluff at the end, inexperienced!reader if you squint, no mentions of y/n, no plot, just loads of filth basically oops don't look at me i got slightly carried away

Greedy and needy hands run down his torso, over the denim of his vest, they sneak underneath his worn out hellfire shirt, soft fingertips dancing over the heated skin of his waist, soft expanse of his belly, the back of an index slowly feeling its way south.

You don't know where your confidence is coming from, maybe it's transpiring into your own skin from the way your man's breath is a burning hot sensation on your neck, unmistakable consequence of your actions, the feeling of his heaving chest against your own.

A promise that he's right here because he wants to be. He really, really does.

His eyes are closed, brows furrowed and his lips are parted, making way for a symphony of sweet sounds he's about to make for your ears to hear, entirely focusing on you and you and you only, and whatever it is that you're about to do to him.

You, who's got his head spinning every time you're around. You, who's the only thing Eddie can think about ever since he worked up the courage to approach you at Steve Harrington's last party. You're the epitome of his wildest dreams, someone he still couldn't believe he deserved.

But god, you think, does he deserve you.

He lets out the sweetest moan-ish sigh when your index curls into the waistband of his boxers, both of your hearts blooming with anticipation, and your plush hip presses against the hardness that has started forming ever since you – totally on accident – brushed the back of your hand against his thigh as you had walked past him in the hallway of his uncle's trailer.

He's been half hard since then, eyeing your every move from the couch in the living room, darkened doe scanning over every curve and dip and valley and hill of your landscape as you were getting yourselves drinks.

Lips attached to his neck now, you're reveling in how reactive, vocal and pliant he's becoming under your touch as a desperate grunt escapes him at the feeling of you doing things.

"Shit, baby, need you so bad", he pants as you finally cup the evident excitement through the denim of his black jeans.

With a smile you look up from sucking a bruise into his the side of his neck, just to find his half-lidded dark brown eyes, incredibly lustful gaze set on you.

It flusters you to no end, having this effect on him. It's not something you're used to at all, it's a foreign concept, even strange if you're honest, but you're letting it happen. Accept it, slowly, because deep down, you really want to have that effect on him.

You're starved after all.

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Your pink lips finally close around his even pinker tip, the mix of your saliva and his precum running down your chin in tears.

All Eddie can see, can focus on, is you on your knees in front of him, with the sincerest intention to make him feel good. Yeah, he's been dreaming of this, of seeing you like this, of feeling you like this for a generous amount of time.

You've already taken your time transforming the skin over his hips into a field of gradients from light red to deep purple, and with every pop of your lips leaving him, he'd whimpered your name under his breath, eyes fluttered close, lips parted, his beautiful face pulled into an expression for the books.

You suck on the tip for a few moments, causing his hand to fly into your hair trying to keep you where he needs you most. One of yours is resting on his thigh, while the other comes up to cup his balls.

"Fuck, baby, s-so good", he murmurs as he quickly opens his eyes and his other hand comes down to cup yours over his heavy hang.

He wants to teach you, let you know, show you exactly how he likes it, since it's your first time sucking him off. It's endearing you think, and incredibly sweet. He wants you to learn him, and not in a demanding way, but more with a desperate and gentle undertone. Eddie's palm on the back of your hand is a welcome burning sensation to you, his kind understanding for your inexperience blooms between your two body parts, causing the same heat to rush all the way into your cheeks at his sweetness.

He wants to feel the wetness of your mouth around his length, taking him in as far as physics allow you, he wants to feel your throat constricting around him as he makes you swallow everything he has to offer.

You're lost for words, and not only because you're physically unable to form any sentence with how his cock is stuffing your eager mouth, but also because seeing him experience so much pleasure from doing this with you is something you'd never expected.

And suddenly, he grabs your chin and pulls you up to your feet.

"Gonna cum if you keep doing that, baby", he clarifies with a chuckle, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he cups your ass, "gonna let me take care of you too?"

Eddie's leaning down to look at you from under his bangs, hopeful doe eyes and this fucking dimpled smile making you melt to your core.

It sends a shiver through your system, hearing someone prioritize you, hearing someone care about you and your needs enough to go this far with you.

Your mouth cracks into a smile.

"Make me feel good, then."

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Eddie trails the softness of his plushy lips over your shoulder up up up, brushes a strand of hair away with his nose rubbing along the skin. He needs to make room, room because he knows that he is going to need to sink his teeth into the nape of your neck soon, the junction that's already bruised, marked in soft shades of red from earlier.

You hear the deep groan from behind you as you feel his tip softly touch your outer labia, carefully breaching its way between as he grabs his hard cock and slowly rubs down and then up again, catching your preciously hidden clit deliciously on its way, forcing a whimper out of your lungs.

You're burning for this man – it must be that you think, because you're indeed letting him feel you – hell, even see you like this, a vulnerable state you thought you would never let anyone see you in. Until Eddie came along, proving to you over and over again that he was worth letting your guard down. That he was going to be just what you needed. His gentlest, warmest, softest – for you.

The sound of him slowly pushing into your sopping warmth is so sinful, stretching you open on his pulsing cock and causing you to gasp at the feeling of getting filled.

Eddie himself is furrowing his brows, parting his lips and closing his eyes, his warm breath tickling down your neck from behind. The feeling of having your thick cunt wrapped around him entirely again is driving him mad to no end.

It only takes a few slow thrusts for a creamy ring to form at his base already, the schlicky sound and Eddie's low groans and your own moans the only thing your ears are able to take in.

"Oh god, babybabybaby, s-so fucking tight, mhhhhh", he babbles out under whimpers of his own, fingers gripping and digging into the supple flesh of your hips to pull you back onto his soaked cock repeatedly.

"Only for you Eddie", you manage to get out, shortly followed by more whimpers and louder squelching as he gently picks up speed. Your back arches as Eddie presses his plump rosy lips to your neck,

"Yeah baby? You're this wet– fuck, just– fuuuuck .. –just for me?"

"Mhh-hm", you hum in agreement over the slapping sounds of his hips against your ass before your jaw falls open and your back arches even further as Eddie wraps his arms around you just for one hand of his to find your tits, pinching and rolling one of your nipples between his ringed fingers, while the other wanders south to help you along.

It's all so much, almost too much, and it's sending you straight towards your desired destination.

"S'good, feels s-so good baby, mhh yes", slips past your lips, one of your hands goes up to tangle itself in Eddie's mess of a curly mane, the other has already found his sticky palm that he eagerly buried between your thighs, repeating his own gesture of showing you.

"Yeah? Been dreaming of this pretty cunt for the whole week darling", Eddie paused as you let out another whimper at his admission, "god, you're so f-fucking hot", he mouthes at your shoulder, admiring how truly fucked out and needy you are for him.

Goosebumps spread over your arms, your legs, even your back at his words, his sultry praise laying bare on every inch of your sweaty skin.

He'd probably been fisting his hardness to the thought of your sopping heat every morning and every night of the last days in which you didn't have the chance of seeing each other, and the thought of him thinking of you, especially in this context, is more than enough to help bringing you closer.

His thrusts become sloppier, a sign he's nearing his own sticky-sweet release, amplified and sped up by the flow of his name coming over your lips.

"Mhh, wanna cum Eddie, please– oh fuck, please."

"Oh shit, yeah baby, yes – god yes, soak this cock for me like the good girl that you are."

He bites into your shoulder to hold back, he's so damn close but he wouldn't dare to come before you, his own desire and the determination to make you feel good making his fingers that are still rubbing your sensitive bud continue at the same exact speed all while his cock is being buried deep inside you over and over again, hitting every place you need him to touch.

And there you are, flashes of white appear beneath your eyelids as he continues to pound into your creamy hole, the grunts and groans escaping him enough to push you over the edge. You're surprised at yourself – though you had plenty of experience doing it solo – about your own capabilities of cumming this hard.

Your head falls back on Eddie's shoulder, you feel your pussy clench and flutter around him as he finally lets go with a grunt of your name surrounded by "fuck, baby"'s and soft whimpers, stuffing you full of his cum.

A laugh rumbles through his chest as you're both coming down, his hand on your clit finds your own, guiding it upwards and placing it on your belly along with his other arm that had been a great help in holding you steady against him just moments ago.

Wrapped up in him, you're fighting the familiar urge to leave his grasp and hide back underneath your clothes, which at the same time sounds absurd to you since you'd just let him rail you silly, it's real nonetheless.

Stirring you out of it, Eddie's hot tongue comes out to lick a broad stripe up the side of your neck, relishing in the taste of you, "now that was something else baby, holy shit", he then nuzzles against your cheek as he presses you closer into his body.

Still panting from your blissful high, you swallow and nod against his face, breath hot on your cheek.

The next thing he says melts you.

"You're so soft, I fucking love you, sweetheart", a warm hand comes up to your other cheek, turning your face towards his gently, the dark brown ocean in his eyes finding yours and you're mere milliseconds away from getting lost in it.

He bumps his nose against yours, a gesture so sickeningly sweet it makes your heart nearly burst, showing him with a wide smile and a soft "I love you too", before his lips land back on yours, and you welcome his tongue with pleasure.

You feel his thumb brush back and forth over the heated skin of your plush cheek, a low moan transpiring from his lungs into your own.

Without breaking away, Eddie draws his hips back just to slowly give you one more gentle thrust. Your fucked raw cunt clenches around him yet again, still sensitive, and you start to realise he's already hard again just from kissing you. And, maybe also, feeling your mixed cum drip down both of your thighs.

Eddie bottoms out once more, mumbling one more thing against your lips, as his grip on your cheek and belly tightens, not intending to let you go any time soon,

"the lonely days are over, sweetness."

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[urhoneycombwitch]

shelter thee to me

foreword: apparently I just love putting Steve in Situations™️ since this is the second back-to-back sick fic I’ve written for him. Hmm. Cheers to all u other hurt/comfort lovers this one’s 4 u <3 this piece was finished thanks to the inspo I got from Syl @thecreelhouse - she has a GREAT fic called Accident Prone that you totally should check out if you’re interested in this type of subject matter! ❤️‍🩹

cw: descriptions of a migraine, Steve is a bit of a depressed mess, there is comfort tho I promise, alcohol consumption, Steve actively does things to worsen his pain (but it does get addressed), gender neutral reader

wc: 4k

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It’s the first warm spring day of 1987, and the Munson Bar-B-Q Bash is in full-swing.

Wayne flips burgers and rotates hot dogs dutifully on the grill, cigarette perched at his lips wiggling as he talks to El. Her doey eyes are wide with rapturous attention, like she’s never seen someone cooking outdoors before (highly likely; the world holds so much newness and wonders yet-unseen for a kid who’s been recently liberated from her windowless underground existence).

A few of the other Party kids are playing a raucous and complicated game of multi-player checkers, Dustin and Lucas kneeling in the grass while Mike and Will oppose, pressed in close around the small board. Max (inexplicably and suddenly) declares her piece as “knighted”, the chorus of boyish complaints quickly silenced the moment her hand flexes around the handle of the black cane at her side (in every possible alternate universe, you hope Max Mayfield always has a cool weapon to defend herself with).

The adults of the group are in various forms of relax around Forest Hills park- Joyce stacks paper plates at a nearby picnic table while Hopper is close behind, muttering things that make her laugh, earning playful little swats from her free hand; Jon, Argyle, and Eddie gave the classic “taking a walk” excuse to Mrs. Byers about twenty minutes back, the heady smell of weed drifting from the sparse forest nearly imperceptible over the smell of cooking meat.

Robin’s at your feet, the length of your legs supporting her torso as your fingers work to tie off the neat braid you’ve just finished on the left side of her hair. She’s been letting it grow, since the shitshow of last year- tawny brown locks swing just past her upper shoulders now.

“And I really mean it, this time- Keith’s out to get me,” Robin is saying, wiggling despite your instruction to “Sit still, or your right braid’s gonna be all fucked up,” gripping the strands of her hair a bit tighter in warning. She complies, then huffs out- “Steve, are you even listening back there?”

Steve hums. He’s by your side on the bench, a spot that you’d snagged early on for the both of you- under the comforting shade of a big willow tree, slightly on the outskirts of all the activity. Heat and direct sunlight can sometimes mess with Steve’s vision, loud noise has the potential to fuck with his hearing- facts of life he hasn’t so much told you rather than the result of many quiet observations about your partner over the course of a year.

Steve doesn’t like to talk about it. He’s not interested in rehashing the past, tunes out Eddie’s dramatics whenever the curly-haired boy’s story-telling nature arises; the only thing Steve hates more than remembering is being remembered- by Joyce, tearfully thanking him for being brave and saving her boys; by Hopper, with a firm pat to the shoulder and a stilted speech of unsung heroics; even by Robin, who gets in on the recollections in defiance of Steve’s glare, her hands arcing through the air to recreate the whoosh of his wooden oar.

Alcohol also tends to affect Steve differently, in this post-fight world that you all now live- but he’s taking sips from a cooler-chilled can of beer, thick-framed glasses resolutely off and buried in that nest of hair. You’d given him a look, earlier, when he’d walked back to give Robin a soda, hands still wet from digging around in the ice- but if Steve noticed your worry he didn’t respond to it, instead pressing a freezing can of Coke to the bare skin of Robin’s leg, backing down with a laugh when she squealed and got one good smack in against his arm.

“I’m listening, Robs,” Steve says, leaning forward to rest elbows on knees, condensation dripping off the can of Coors Light between his hands. “Keith’s been on one lately. I’ll fight him for you, if y’want.”

Robin snorts. You fit another elastic around her second braid, just as she brings her fist up to bump against Steve’s. “We’ll tag team him. Out back by the dumpsters. Great place to hide a body.”

“Jesus, Robin,” Steve chides, over the sound of your giggle.

She pushes herself up from off the ground, smoothing hands over her fresh braids as she thanks you, then turns to walk towards the huddled group of teens, winking over her shoulder- “Gotta show the kiddies what a real Checker Champ looks like.”

There’s a din of excitement as Robin joins, cheering and clapping echoing across the lawn- beside you, Steve stiffens, just slightly.

You pretend not to notice, instead scooching over until your shorts-covered thigh is pressing against his leg. Steve makes a happy noise in the back of his throat, wraps the arm not impeded by a beer can around your shoulders, tucking his nose to the top of your head.

“Feeling okay?” You try to keep your tone light, neutral, plucking a stray thread from Steve’s jeans absentmindedly.

He nods into your hair, squeezing your opposite shoulder- “Yeah. How ‘bout you?”

Ignoring his immediate deflection in the form of a question, you spread your hand flat over his thigh, thumb running up the side seam of denim, a bit more earnest in your questioning- “It’s just- are you okay? You’d tell me if you wanted to go home, right? You know I’m always happy to make some excu-”

“I don’t want to go home. I’m fine.”

Steve rarely ever interrupts you, even more rare that he speaks to you with any sort of anger, which is why the sharpness of those short sentences is enough to have you pulling back to look at him, incredulous and a little wounded (though you do your best not to show it).

He seems to realize his mistake as soon the words are out of his mouth; Steve winces, palm still warm over your shoulder blade, comforting squeeze as he cuts in, quickly- “Honey. Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just- I’m good, okay? You don’t have to worry about me.”

Your eyes roam over his face: the deep-set apology in those amber eyes, the soft lock of hair flopping over his forehead, the twist at the corner of his mouth. You fit your thumb to it, and the shape changes, your heart lurching as he smiles against your touch. “Steve-”

“Steve!”

The moment you say his name softly there’s a louder, more piercing version being yelled from a few yards away, Dustin waving frantically amidst Robin’s triumphant cackles- “Steve! Stop making out and come help, Robin’s whipping our asses!”

Steve blinks, and you can pinpoint the exact second he gives in, shuttering those walls back up with a straightened spine. One tender kiss to your palm, then he rises, leaving the beer in his empty seat- “Duty calls.”

After a robust round of Crazy Checkers surrounded by shrieking children, Steve’s energy is waning, you can tell- there’s this certain way he holds himself, little indicators of pain and discomfort that you’ve learned to pick up on; his finger taps mindlessly on the rim of his plastic water cup, the space between his neck and shoulders is one tight line, and his silence has been absorbed by the miasma of noise all around.

No one else seems to have noticed, too absorbed in eating and joking with mouthfuls of food, everyone crammed around two shoved-together picnic tables.

Robin jostles into your side reaching for the ketchup, which in turn makes you bump into Steve on your right; when you hear the sharp intake of his breath, you lean in, careful to keep up appearances, making it seem like you’re whispering a sweet nothing, hand cupped around his ear to dampen all the other sounds.

“Will you let me take you home?”

Should’ve known that wasn’t gonna work. Steve squeezes your leg under the table, his hand wracked with tiny tremors, smile tight and not reaching his eyes as he turns to whisper back, “Quit asking. Stop worrying. I’m fine.”

So goddamn stubborn. Well, so be it, Harrington. You scoff, as if he’s just told a joke timed to the beat of overlapping conversations, and peel yourself off of his side.

Cool air seeps up your bare arm where it had been kept warm in the crook of Steve’s own arm. It feels strange, to not have some sort of constant contact- but if Steve is playing the obstinate game, count you in.

Twenty minutes later, lunch and its accompanying mess has been cleared away, many hands making light work, and Eddie has brought out his stereo system to try and goad the anti-dancers of the group to join a makeshift dance floor.

Jonathan’s playing at being too post-meal sleepy to move off the bench, while Will and Eddie tussle and pull at him, and everyone’s laughing but you can’t focus on anything other than Steve- silent and stiff at your side, doing the bare minimum of human interaction to fly under the radar of suspicion.

Your radar, however, is finely tuned, and you know he’s minutes away from needing to be horizontal; it’s physically painful to keep your hands to yourself as they long to soothe, hugging arms-crossed around your own middle to keep from reaching for him.

Jonathan joins the dance circle with shambling reluctance, and when everyone cheers, Steve’s voice is at your ear, faint and sounding like a shadow of himself- “Gonna use the bathroom. Save me a piece of pie.” And with a final squeeze to your shoulder, he starts back down the path to the Munson’s new trailer.

Two minutes is a rather generous amount of time, in your opinion, to stay seated- until Robin splits from the jumping, dancing fray, light sheen of sweat on her forehead as she bends towards your seated form- “If you wanna go check on Dingus, I’ll make up a good excuse for you both.”

Overwhelmed with gratefulness and anxiety, you pull Robin into a quick hug, then make a smooth break for the winding gravel path.

The noises of the party fade as you walk through the door of the trailer, wiping your feet on the Welcome mat but keeping them on in case you need to make a quick exit with a sick partner in tow.

“Steve?” You keep your calling quiet, rounding the corner of the sun-warmed trailer walls towards the sliding bathroom door, then pull up short- Steve’s sitting against the closed door, on the outside of it, shoes planted on the rug, hands in fists at his side.

His head is tipped forward, resting on bent knees; his glasses are tucked by one arm into the neck of his collared tee, bellows of his breath coming shallow and quick.

Sinking to your knees beside him, you press a hand to the back of his neck, firm pressure against the taut muscle, attempting to bring some relief; Steve makes a choked, whimpery noise, and it almost breaks you.

A wave of helplessness washes through your veins; in defiance of the feeling, you suck in a steadying breath, grasping at adrenaline-fueled resolve as you run through the mental checklist of warning signs.

Thanks to Doc Owens (and the one-and-only appointment you forced Steve into last year, when you found him passed out on your kitchen floor from overheating in the summer sun), you know what to look for, and it gives purpose to your movements.

Steve’s breathing is rapid but not emergency-levels; he’s sweating, but not entirely through his shirt, yet; you get him to lift his head with murmured encouragement- thick lashes rimmed with tears, flushed cheeks reflecting heat back into your palms, and you find what you’re looking for- the black of his pupils equally dilated, twin moons almost eclipsing the almond-brown of his irises.

Last time Steve got a migraine, it lasted for hours, a whole sweltering afternoon of him pale and in pain on your couch, arm draped over his eyes while you kept a rotating supply of fresh ice packs to his temples and top of his spine.

The worst part of all, besides seeing Steve in pain, is the fact that he so resolutely denies himself the help that he would give others, in a heartbeat. Years of putting himself on a back burner, of making sure his nearest and dearest are taken care of before he even thinks about his own needs, have stuck firm.

Steve doesn’t have any heels left to dig in, now, as you feel the slide-grind of his teeth beneath your hands; you let your thumbs brush down his cheeks, a small movement to say I’m here, I’m not leaving you, and his eyes flutter shut.

“Gonna take you home,” you say, soft as your hands that drop to the broad width of his shoulders, “And this time I’m not asking.”

“Okay,” Steve manages, voice thin and strained, and you hate how much that single word is soaked in defeat.

Moving slow, you manage to get Steve on his feet- he leans heavy against you, waving off your offer to get Robin or Eddie to help with a simple and devastatingly earnest “Please, don’t, just want you-”; at a snail’s pace down the hall, in tandem down the front steps, Steve’s eyes slamming shut to block out the waning light of the sunset as you guide him to the Beemer, thankfully out of sight from the party.

You get him settled in the passenger seat, pocketing his glasses and sliding the seatbelt into place across his chest with a click; while you don’t want to make Steve feel any more childlike than he already probably feels, you can’t stop from pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling away, adding in a voice that you hope is quiet enough-

“If you’re gonna throw up, do it in the glovebox, okay? This is my boyfriend’s car, and I can’t have him knowing I’m taking strays home. Especially since you’re so handsome.”

Steve smiles weakly at your joke- his eyes are still closed but he catches your hand wrapped around the seatbelt, brings your knuckles up to his lips- “Sure thing, honey.”

There are footsteps crunching up the gravel, and you straighten in the tight space of the partially open car door to find Robin approaching.

She stops a few feet away, hands planted on her hips with a shake of her head. “Jesus, Harrington, you look like shit.”

Steve, eyes still closed and leaning back on the headrest, says to you in an obvious, scratchy stage-whisper- “Maybe if we stay reaaaal still, she won’t know we’re here.”

“If you didn’t look ready to keel over at any moment, I’d punch you for that,” Robin snipes, rocking heel to toe in her converse, locking eyes with you- “Need a good excuse?”

Relief washes out any remaining traces of helplessness. You breathe a sigh. “Yes. Please and thank you, Robs.”

“I got you covered. Emergency at the office, sink sprung a leak, a goldfish death in the family- got ‘em locked and loaded.” She shoots you two exuberant thumbs up, then sobers a bit, expression dropping. “Just. Take care of him, okay?”

You shut the car door with the least amount of noise you can manage, bumping your hip into the handle so the inner latch catches, then squeeze Robin’s hand on your way to the driver’s seat. “I will, Robin. I’ll call your landline later, let you know if he’s up for visitors.”

With a final salute, the ends of Robin’s hair fan out as she jogs back to the party, outdoor sounds disappearing as you duck into the car.

The ride home is mostly silent as you listen for Steve’s breathing, taking each stop sign and turn in the road with measured slowness. Brake, check for signs of life, and creep onwards.

You’re less than three blocks from Loch Nora when Steve leans into the sling of his belt, one hand flat against the dash, the other to his stomach, and you’re quick to swallow down panic, asking in what you hope is a calm voice, “Are you gonna throw up?”

“No,” Steve says, chin dropping to his chest, huffing- then, quietly, “Maybe.”

You’ve already pulled off the main road, throwing the gear shift into park before unbuckling and scrambling around in the seat pocket behind you, plastic grocery bag you’d stashed months ago for occasions such as this crinkling in your fist.

Steve’s fingers on the dash curl into a fist. There’s a spike of alarm you claw at, capture, and shove back, unable to quell the rush of murmured comfort as you lean across the middle console- “Here, baby. ‘S okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe…”

Steve doesn’t take the bag that you press into his left hand, still in a fist at his abdomen; his eyes are squeezed shut under slanted dark brows, and tears begin leaking out, coursing in rivulets down cheeks gone pallid. His voice is barely more than a croak when he speaks.

“I just want to be normal.”

And then, Steve’s crying in earnest: short breathy sobs and strung-out whimpers, like the only thing that hurts more than the act of crying itself would be to hold it all in.

The plastic bag gets shoved to the side as you pull Steve in, hands soothing down the shuddering planes of his back, your voice soothing and breaking in equal measure- “I know, baby, I know, I’m so sorry…”

Hot tears drip down your neck as his forehead rolls against your shoulder. Steve’s hands ball into fists, fabric of your shirt caught in his desperate grounding attempt, fighting through the wreck to speak broken secrets against your bare skin-

“Jus’ wanna be normal. Just want to drink a fucking beer without getting a goddamn headache afterwards. I wanted to stay at the party, wanted to…”

Breath catching, a fresh jolt of pain, and Steve’s whimpering like a child against your chest, unspooling a release that’s been building for over a year- Steve never affords himself time for a breakdown, and it’s all coming to a head now.

“It’s not fair,” Steve grits out. He’s doing his best to ride the wave but it’s threatening to pull him under; you can tell by the sinking weight of his head at your collarbone, the way his hands loosen and go lax at your sides, sobs giving way to gritting teeth and steel-tight jaw as Steve battles back the slicing pain in his head.

You know this is a purging, of sorts, and you’re grateful that your boy feels safe enough around you to let go and feel, but you also know that him getting worked up is just going to prolong an already-bad migraine.

So you let your hands drift up again, take his face between your palms, let his forehead rest against yours, speaking low, stripped raw with honesty.

“You’re right, honey. It’s not fair.” Your thumbs smooth gentle against his cheeks, under the dark lashes that flutter into your touch. “I’m so sorry that you have to go through this, and you’re allowed to be upset- but right now, I need you to just breathe, okay, Stevie? Can you do that for me?”

It gives Steve something to focus on, instead of spiraling out- he’s obedient, clutching at your shirt again, eyes shut in concentration, trying to match his too-fast breathing to your steadied tempo. Your fingers wind into the longer pieces of hair at the base of his skull, notching against the pressure points Doc Owens instructed you on ages ago.

Steve shivers. Lets out a dry, choking laugh that sounds nothing like him. “Couldn’t even last one full afternoon.”

He sounds so disappointed in himself. It makes your heart ache, tears stinging at your own eyes as you respond, still gentle despite your first instinct to bite back against his self-loathing. “Steve, give yourself some credit. You’re doing remarkably well, considering the circumstances.”

Steve scoffs, makes to lean back and away but your hands stop him in his tracks, nose to nose with you now as you insist, “When you had to drive Max home because her leg was hurting during Will’s birthday party, you didn’t judge her, right? Didn’t question why she needed a ride home?”

With this proximity, you can see the light dusting of freckles spanning the width of his cheeks, color returning slow but sure. He doesn’t try to pull away again so you keep speaking. “And all those times you’ve taken care of me during a nightmare, or had to come home early ‘cuz I just couldn’t stand an empty room. Remember?

“You were there for me. Always have been, just like I’m gonna be here for you. Better or worse, Harrington. You’re stuck with me.”

There’s a puff of warm air against your lips, a half-laugh but you’ll take it, pulling him in by the elbows, nuzzling against the side of Steve’s tear-lined face for a close hug as you whisper, “I’m really glad you’re alive.”

Your nose follows the slope of his neck down, brushes at the rippled line of scarring, tissue healed but still lightly raised in a ring at the base of his throat.

“Really glad,” you whisper, fiercely.

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Steve lets you take him home. Even lets you baby him, a bit; though you make a solid effort to not infantilize him, there lives in you a deep desire to swaddle Steve in a blanket and keep him there. Safe from all the swirling noise and light and too-bright colors of the harsh world.

You compromise. Get Steve stretched out on the couch, take his shoes off with a calculated swoop-tug, lay his favorite green knitted blanket over the length of his body.

There’s a pill bottle on the kitchen counter that you pocket, leaving his glasses folded in its place. Blue ice pack burning-cold until you wrap a thin dishcloth around it to take out the sting, you bring it to Steve’s side along with a glass of water.

He takes the pills you offer with a wince- sitting up causes the blood to pound at his temples so you help him back down, sliding the ice pack into place at the top of his spine where the pain is blooming.

From your place on the floor, you monitor Steve, one hand stroking soft at his chest to lull his breaths to normal. After a few minutes, his brows smooth out; a few more, and he’s taking careful blinks in the low-lit room.

“C’mere,” he says, voice still scratchy, doe-brown eyes pleading, catching your hand on the upstroke and giving a small tug. When you start to protest, he whines, sounding more and more like himself by the minute- “Come here, baby. Please.”

Another compromise. Keeping the jostling to a minimum, you settle into Steve’s side, ear pressed over the thumping beat of his heart, arms fit around his waist.

Steve holds you. Breathes. Says, “Thanks. ‘M sorry we had to leave so early.”

Nose tilting up, you kiss against his scar again. “It’s okay. I really didn’t want to dance, and Eddie was about to drag my ass out there against my will so really, you did us all a favor.”

Under your head, Steve’s chest dips and rises with a laugh. His lips press into the crown of your head, and you can feel his smile as he says, “You’re dancin’ with me next time. I wanna see some ass shaking at our next family barbecue.”

You exhale a laugh, too, kiss his jaw, his cheek. “Okay, Swayze. Next time.”

Eventually, you both fall asleep, winding down sleepy and safe in each other’s arms, Steve’s pain eased to near-extinction with the care you’ve given him.

Later you’ll call Robin, give her an update for her peace of mind, cuddle up to Steve some more and listen to a record.

But for now, you’ve got a boy in your arms and the warmth of his body as your anchor into the dreaming.

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You can totally ignore my idea lol but what about a fluffy/angsty fic about Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes being turned into a baby/toddler by Tony on accident. But because they are babies they just want to be around and held by “Y/N” and get mad or throw a cute tantrum from lack of attention or if someone tries to hit on their “Y/N”. You can ignore this if it sounds idk weird or dumb lol but I thought it would be cute like they can’t hold back there affection for them while in baby form and when they turn back they are like well shit.. lmao

(PS: the fanart here is from Alexa_520 on Twitter I’m not sure if she has a tumblr but in case you or anyone wants to see it for yourself)

This is so cute!!!

Thank you for the idea. Here it goes. The story has little angst a bit. 

Zero Crush.

Summary: Y/N was on her way to go out for her day off. However, her plan got interrupted because the AI told her something at the lab. You almost lose your mind seeing both of your bosses turn into babies. 

And now, she has to watch them. Y/N is okay with kids, but the problem is she has a little crush towards Captain America and The Winter Soldier. 

Character: Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader

Warning: If you squint a bit, there’s a little angst. 

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Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

It's been a long time for Steve and Bucky to cry, even for crying their heart out to release all their feelings through tears. 

“Waaaaa!”

“Aah…Ahh!”

The rest of the Avengers rubbed their eyes. They couldn't believe the strongest soldiers standing tall before, were shorter than them.

Steve and Bucky have turned into babies. They were standing too close to Tony and Bruce's new invention. 

The high IQ bros try to copy the Pym-particles to shrink and increase an object.

"What kind of machine is that, Tony?!" Natasha pushed Tony away while he was still in shock. 

"I'm trying to make a quantum machine like Ant-man. Look, it works!!! The box got small.” Tony pointed at the test object.

"Yeah, it’s obvious the zone needs to get fixed." Natasha carried Bucky to her arm. At the same time, Steve was taken by Clint. Steve wants to push Clint away because he stinks. 

Bucky did the same towards Natasha; her perfume was too strong. Natasha couldn't help it since she just returned from her mission, and Clint was training when Tony called him.

Tony shook his head. "If Steve and Bucky didn't stand near the test object, they wouldn't get transformed." 

Natasha wants to punch him. "You..!!"

All the adults are pointing at each other. At the same time, Steve and Bucky were confused. Since they're shorter than everyone and the mood in the room doesn't feel good, it makes them uncomfortable.

"Uuh…"

All of them stop arguing because they suddenly hear a sobbing voice.

"Hey, guys? Is everything alright?" You were preparing to go out since today is your day off. Before putting on sunscreen, F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you that something happened at the lab.

Nobody answered you, but from their face, you could say they were nervous.

Then you saw that Natasha and Clint have a baby in their arms. 

"Ooh, so cute. Clint, you have a twin? Congrats." You know Clint is a family man, but it’s new for him to bring his kids to the headquarters. 

Clint chuckled. "Y/N, you don't recognise him?"

"Huh?" 

After he said that, you did notice something that felt familiar, but you can tell what it was. Blond hair, blue eyes, straight nose. Then you turn to Natasha. The baby has black hair and vibranium arms. 

You gasped, “Oh my god!”

"Yaa! Yaa!" Steve stretched his short arms towards you. Clint gently put Steve on your arm. 

“Why did you give him to me?” You nervously hold Steve. Even though he’s a baby now, he is still your boss. You turned to Tony. "You better fix this!!"

"On it."

Bucky saw Steve get carried by you. And he wants it, too. "Ahh…" He pulled Natasha's shirt and pointed at you. 

"Even in baby form, you can't be separated from your best friend?"

After everyone stops panicking, Tony wears his Iron suit and buys kid's clothes; perhaps he wants to run away. Bruce is fixing the machine, Clint went home to get toys for Steve and Bucky, and Natasha is helping you. 

But you know Natasha just returned after a 3-month mission, and from her eyes, you could see she's damn tired. So you told her to rest. 

In the end, there are two babies in your arms. You learn that Steve and Bucky are two years old and can walk alone. 

You put them on the couch while you went to the fridge to make warm milk for them. You're not nervous taking care of little kids since you always cared for nieces and nephews before being accepted as a SHIELD agent.

But you’re nervous since you have a little crush towards your idols. 

You're relieved to see milk inside the fridge. When you turn around to search for a pan, you're shocked not to see the two babies on the sofa.

Where are they?

Then you feel someone is watching you. You looked and saw Steve and Bucky looking at you. 

You lean down and speak softly towards them, "I'm making warm milk for you both. Do you want some?"

Steve and Bucky nodded at the same time. With their fluffy cheeks and small body-like dumplings, you wouldn't believe they're the same boss who is deadly and righteous at the same time. You patted their head gently. 

When the milk has warmed up, you give it to both. Steve and Bucky drink the warm milk. They widened their eyes when they tasted it. It's delicious. 

In their eyes, you're the person they could look up to. You never raised your voice, and you gave them a delicious drink. 

Is this what it feels like to have a big sister? 

After 30 minutes, Tony returned with shopping bags from the kid's store. 

"Give me the clothes. It needs to be cleaned first before they wear it." You received the bag from Tony. You look inside the bag and see there are pyjamas too. 

"I'm going to the laundry room. Could you watch them for a while?"

"Sure."

Steve and Bucky didn't want to be left alone with Tony. Their short legs immediately run after you. Then, each of them hugs each of your legs.

Your body froze. You looked down at the little boys who held your legs, their two big eyes looking at you intensely. 

You knew they didn't want to be left alone at this moment. "Umm, Tony, could you do the dirty laundry instead?"

Tony nodded his head. "Yup, the message is clear: both hate me." 

Since then, both Steve and Bucky have followed you everywhere. They helped you when you made lunch. They wash all the veggies. 

You chuckled, even though they turn into kids, they are always helping. 

But no matter what, they're just a kid who needs attention. You learned that when eating together with them. 

When you help to feed Bucky because of his metal arm, it doesn't seem like he can control his body. 

Steve doesn't like to see Bucky get all your attention. He starts to make a noise and drops his spoon. "Ah..ahhh..."

Because of that, you feed them in turns. 

And before they go to sleep, you want to read a bedtime story. You thought this would be easy since they didn't take a nap. 

You were wrong. First, it was Steve's book choice; then, it was Bucky's. You should've said only one story but couldn't say no to them.

When they fell asleep, you slowly went out of the room. Finally, you could breathe. Even though you like kids, it takes time and energy. 

But at least because of this, your secret crush towards your bosses is gone. Like 50% gone. 

Before you join the Avengers, your HR has told you to keep everything professional. It's impossible not to like Captain America and The Winter Soldier.

At first, you saw them cute. But because their crying and whining hurt your eardrum, it shattered their perfect image in your brain. 

You don't think you could wait for another day. You could handle terrorists, pirates, and aliens, but not kids. You wish Tony and Bruce could finish the machine quickly.

It took three days to fix the machine. When Steve and Bucky return to their old self, they fall asleep to get checked first. After two hours, they finally woke up and searched for you. 

"Ooh, you're looking for Y/N? I gave her a week off after caring for both of you."

Yes, you do. When Bruce said the machine worked fine without side effects, you immediately left the building and went to a bar. 

At the bar, you gulped the second glass of beer. You sighed heavily since you realised you needed the strongest alcohol to erase the image from your mind of baby Steve Rogers and baby Bucky Barnes when they're crying, nagging and pulling your hair. 

Their perfect image in your mind has been destroyed.

Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

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Part 2 of Black Bandana!

Just as Robin is about to open the door  and return to the hovel she and Steve consider a job, the door bursts open in front of her and  Eddie Munson blazes past. She barely has time to process his greeting, let alone how red he looks.

"What was that about?" She questions, just briefly looking back at him as she makes her way to the counter, only to find Steve standing there looking shell shocked.

And quite possibly redder than Eddie was.

Robin might not be able to figure out what's going on in the Munson brain, but one look at Steve has her dropping their lunch on the counter in a hurry as her eyebrows shoot up and she leans in to whisper dramatically.

"Did something happen? You didn't tell him-?"

Despite still looking beyond flustered, Steve manages to snap out of it just so he can push her shoulder. "What? God, no- Rob, are you kidding- no, no.... He just uh. I.... I'm not sure what just happened, actually."

He takes a deep breath and runs his hand through that signature hair of his, and as Robin rolls her eyes and rounds the counter he's already got his hands on his hips as he enters his 'thinking mode'.

She takes a seat on another of the counters and reaches for her food, eager to find out just want transpired while she was out.

"Okay then dingus, you know the drill- from the top,"

Steve does a little head shake and starts pacing, taking a moment to go through it in his head, trying to figure out where exactly the top of the situation was. After a few moments of scrunched eyebrows and more head shaking, he finally looks around the store, making sure it's empty again.

"Okay, well... I guess... I mean I guess Eddie came out to me?"

Robin throws her hands up, the fries she was about to shove into her mouth forgotten in her excitement.

"What?! Well that's- that's perfect then right? I mean I told you so, first of all, but then. What's with all the...?" as she gestures to him, pointing out how tense and confused he looks.

Steve rolls his eyes, "No Robs, it's not perfect- it was a shitshow! It was totally an accident, it was like I forced him to say it- and he looked so terrified, I really didn't know those eyes of his could get any bigger. Someone came into the store and he ran away before I could even respond, I don't think he thinks..."

Another sigh as his voice drops a little to mumble,  "He probably thinks I'm gonna punch him or some stupid shit,"

Robin frowns. "An accident... he came out to you on accident." Nodding a little like she gets it. She immediately shakes her head and squints, definitely not getting it at all.

"How did that happen, exactly?"

Steve leans against the opposite counter, the red returning to his face as he crosses his arms. "I guess... you know that bandana he always carries?"

She nods, "The one you stole to get a reaction from him, yeah. I assume he came to get it back like you wanted- so what went wrong?"

"Well- that's just it- you know how I had it in my pocket this morning? Just like he always does? I guess when he came in he saw, and he absolutely freaked the hell out. Jumped over the counter and nearly gave me a heart attack over it,"

Robin laughs, “Over the bandana?”

“Because it was in my pocket,”

She stares at him blankly.

"Because.... it was in your pocket."

He nods.

They blink at each other in silence for a moment, before finally Robin pulls her head back and makes this confused little sneer, setting aside her lunch altogether.

"What the fuck?"

Steve throws his arms up in exasperation, "I know! He freaked out and started talking about how it was some 'symbol' or something and then when I asked what it symbolized he said- he said it means he's gay. Which, okay, cool! We knew that Robs- but now what?!"

He sighs again and slinks down the side of the counter until he hits the floor. Robin doesn't even wait until his butt lands before she's on the ground with him, cross legged and resting her head in her hands.

"Okay, well... first off, forget the bandana thing. Your local lesbian's never heard of it so it can't really be that big of a deal, right? And what, so you wore it like that too. Not technically wrong..."

He rolls his eyes, "Eddie doesn't know-"

"So tell him, dingus! Like I've been telling you to! But no, Harrington has to 'put the moves on him' instead of just using his big boy words,"

She huffs softly and punches him in the shoulder lovingly, which Steve whines about.

"Ow, Robs- okay, I get it, I get it- he's not going to want to talk to me though,"

"Doesn't matter, if you don't do it then I'm making you do the closing clean for the next week, you hear me?"

Steve groans even louder this time, putting his head in his hands before running them through his hair, the classic Steve Reset Button(tm).

He nods, "Alright I'll go. You're worse than Dustin sometimes, you know that?"

She smirks and stands up, offering him a hand and yanking him back up too. "If Dustin was the one helping you with this you would have killed him by now, so we both know that's not true,"

--

Eddie jumped back in his van and sped back home just as fast as he legally could. Actually- that was a lie, he was definitely speeding. By a lot.

He had to get as far as he possibly could from Steve Harrington, and he had to do it yesterday.

After screeching into the trailer park and turning the ignition off as fast as humanly possible, he bolted inside and ran to his room, debating just how many things he really *needed* if he were to run away on the spot.

He’s seen what happens to gay kids in Hawkins, knows it’ll only be worse for him. The last thing he needed was to be both the falsely accused murderer AND the faggot. Not to mention the heartbreak of having Steve be the start of it…

Part of Eddie knows Steve wouldn’t. He really does try to believe it. But his instincts take over.

He grabs an old duffel bag and starts scrambling to put clothes in it, not bothering to check whether they're clean or dirty, just moving on anxious, paranoid instinct.

Thoughts race through his head about what Wayne will say, and how far away he should be before he calls. His heart aches at the idea of leaving behind Hellfire and his band, but he doesn't think he could stand to let either of them see him after Steve finds him and throws the first punch, or whether the kids would even care once he inevitably told them too.

He starts a pile at the foot of his bed, debating how much he can fit in the van, planning to leave during the night, figuring he has at least enough for gas to the next major city. He gets so caught up in his silly little escape plan that he doesn't realize how long it's actually taking him to "pack".

There's a knock on the door and Eddie nearly has a heart attack,  jumping from the sound and immediately kicking his dresser,  all thoughts completely gone from his head as he curses at the pain.

"Son of a FUCKING bitch, shitting stick- mother fucker- I'll be there in a damn second!" he huffs as there's a second, more timid knock.

Without thinking about any of the things he had just a moment ago been panicking over, he limps to the door and swings it open, ready to berate whoever bothered him, only to stop dead when he sees...

Steve. Of course it's Steve. He's not even taken off his stupid work vest yet and the little bottlecap button Eddie had made him last week was staring right at him from his chest.

Steve waves shyly at Eddie and starts to say something, but Eddie can't hear it, already backing away and starting to blabber, "Listen man- I was- I was joking earlier! I wouldn't- there's nothing to- you really don't have to hurt me or anything, I swear-"

Steve stays on the porch, looking a little stunned. No, not stunned... hurt. Or- maybe worried? He looks kind of like if you kicked a puppy and then threw it in the pool, except sadder.

Not actually, probably, but as far as Eddie's concerned, the look on Steve's face hurts him about a hundred times worse than a sad puppy could.

Steve puts a hand on the back of his neck, the other held up to show he means no harm, sighing, "I'm not gonna hurt you Eds, I'd never... I just wanted to talk, I um. I thought..."

He stammers for a second, unsure what else to say, caught in between thoughts and clearly unprepared for how Eddie had reacted.

Eddie can't help but relax a little. No matter how worried he was, being around Steve always made him relax, but seeing him like this? How was he supposed to be scared anymore?

Eddie groans a little, "Just- get in here Harrington, you're killing me- if there's some mob on their way you better get your shit together before they get here,"

Eek, here it is, part 2! Sorry for making y'all wait, I am famously bad at working on things so thank you all for your patience 🙏 There WILL absolutely be a part 3, (maybe a part 4 if I want to get spicy), so I'll try to tag as many people for that one as well. And thank you all so so much for your sweet comments! I've been in such an art block lately, so writing something for a change and getting all this positive feedback is so encouraging 💜

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[shieldofiron]

We have totally totally never talked about this before but I’m gonna bring it to your asks

Big (dilf? Kind of? Maybe) dom Billy who’s just like the most experienced kinkster ever but refuses to wear clothes that aren’t knitted and has the strongest prescription glasses and refuses to get a phone more modern than the brick

Then Steve who’s like hyper modern party animal and is immediately like “I want him” the moment they meet but keeps trying to drop thirst traps on tiktok and obviously Billy doesn’t even know what tiktok is

It’s a comedy of errors which I love

Oh I do like it. But I think I'm gonna add... Doctor Hargrove and Nurse Harrington into the equation.

Heather was always trying to show him her phone. He didn't necessarily see the appeal, but it was easy enough to just sit through whatever inane video she wanted him to watch. He was tired from a twelve hour shift might as well just let it happen.

Today he was really annoyed because his new t-shirt had a tag and he'd cut it out but he could still feel the scratching even though he'd taken it off hours ago.

"Can it wait until later?" Billy sighed, closing his eyes and resting against the back of her couch.

"No, it cannot wait until later," She tossed her hair to the side, "It's you, Billy."

"Me?" Billy shook his head without even consciously thinking of it, "Like when I texted you to pick up that lube I like?"

"No, and I'm not doing that by the way," Heather's perfectly painted lips quirked up into a smile, "No, it's a video of you."

"Someone took a video of me? What? Is that legal?" Billy leapt for her phone, grunting when she pulled back quickly and he flopped to the couch.

"It was at that grocery store you go to by the hospital that has terrible produce, not like, in your bathroom," She shook her head.

He sighed, "Okay fine."

He fully expects to see some video of him doing something clumsy, but instead it's just him, at a far distance. He's wearing the scrubs he wore on Monday, with the Scotty dogs, and he's still got his stethoscope on, yawning in the bread aisle. The video doesn't show his face, but it's unmistakably Billy, down to his old school digital watch.

A cheery robot voice says, "When you see your work crush outside of work." The video then cuts to a darkened car dashboard.

"I don't even know if I got groceries. I blacked out," A man's voice says with a laugh.

Billy frowns, "What is this?"

"It's tiktok, Billy," She swipes up and it cuts to one of Heather's favorite astrology videos, that she's showed him before.

"Wait, go back to the guy," He asks, grabbing for her phone.

She rolls her eyes, "Okay fine. Like you don't get enough ego boosts at the club with everyone begging you to be their dom."

"This is different. This is, actually me," Billy reaches out but she navigates back to the first video, tapping until another video fills her screen.

"What people think you do as a male nurse," the same cheery robot lady's voice says. A beautiful man fills the screen, wearing scrub bottoms and a silly costume nurse's hat.

"I'm here to take your temperature," The man bends close to the camera, brown eyes sparkling as he shamelessly angles his hairy chest towards Billy.

"Oh no," The man puts his hands to his cheek, "It seems you have sexy sex disease. I guess I'd better..."

He turns, arching his back just a little and Billy's mouth goes dry. beauty marks are scattered across his toned back, and he looks back coyly over his shoulder. The video cuts off.

"What I actually do as a male nurse," The robot voice says. It cuts to the same guy, his pretty fluffy hair a mess under a thick headband. He's got glasses on, and ugly, the Grinch themed scrubs.

"And you say it got stuck up there by accident?" He purses his pretty pink lips and writes something on a clipboard, "Okay, sure."

Billy laughs, "Heather, how do I get to this on my phone."

"Oh my god," She rolls her eyes, "Spare me from the Nokia."

"Well, then, what... how do I see the other videos?"

Heather complains, but as she sets him up on his ancient laptop. He has a tiktok account now, that only follows one thing, NurseStevie.

Heather watches a few more with him and then laughs, "I gotta go meet Barb for dinner. But I'll give you a hint. He works in pediatrics."

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the power of love, part 13 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Alternate ending S4: Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 14

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Steve POV

When Steve’s finished slumping forward and retching, he’s so through with everything.

“You did good with the lightning, kid.” Hopper scrapes Steve’s hair from his face. He’s still got an arm about him, pretty much all that’s stopping Steve collapsing onto the dirt. “Let’s hope we don’t need it again, huh?”

Steve sniffs, takes the kleenex Hopper offers and dabs his lips. As his super-fast breaths finally slow, his brain kicks off: 

I got superpowers! Henderson’s gonna flip! Shame about the glitches, what with the blacking out and puking my guts out. The sound of a rushing river distracts him. He’s been hearing it, on and off, for hours. 

He kneels a little more upright. Hopper gives him some space, passes him some water. “How far exactly have you travelled from Hawkins since the accident at Lover’s Lake?”

The accident? Oh yeah. I died. Twice. 

Steve hasn’t told anyone about his second joyride into the afterlife in the Soviet base. Somehow, being an idiot as a kid is way easier to share. A damp breeze rattles through the trees, slapping him back to the present.

“Steve?” prompts Hopper. 

“I… uh, I played basketball all over the state.” Even after drinking, his voice is a croaky mess. “Swim meets, too. Been a few times to Indianapolis. I was okay.”

Hopper scratches his stubbly jaw, looking almost as bushed as Steve feels. “How okay?”

“To be honest, I was kicked off the starting squad after a couple of the more distant games. Crappy performances, and I got humiliatingly sick on the bus.” It all makes sense now. “I survived.”

“Fine. You’re a tough guy. You’re gonna have to tough your way through this journey. I can’t leave you behind.”

“Eleven survived in the woods for—”

“At that stage, she didn’t have half the US army on her back.” He pats Steve, powerful enough to rock him. “She’d gotten experience with her powers, too.”

Steve can’t fathom if he’s feeling slightly patronised or dead relieved. All he really wants is to lie somewhere quiet and sleep for a year. Instead, he must drag himself to his feet—or, in the event, he lets Hopper do the dragging. He can’t help asking, though: 

“Chief, can you hear running water? Like, loud.”

And getting louder. Niagara loud, in fact.

“No. Why? Can you?”

“Oh… um, maybe not.”

Okay. It’s totally in my head. Why aren’t I panicking harder?

When they reach the Humvee, Robin and Eddie are no longer at each other’s throats. On the contrary, they’re huddled in some deep and meaningful chat. As one, they slam Steve with stricken bunny-rabbit stares, which make him want to laugh so goddamn loud.

During the torturous drive, he sleeps, and his mind drifts back to the Soviet base. He’s caught in that furious red tide, which roars through his aching head. It’s echoed by a caressing whisper: You’ll know when it’s time to go home.

“Yeah, I got it. Shut the fuck up.”

“Rude! Wasn’t saying anything.”

“Huh?” He lifts his cheek from Robin’s shoulder. Her worried, tear-stained eyes overshadow the amusement ruffling her lips. Jesus, I’m breaking my friends! “Dreaming. Sorry.”

He gingerly rolls his shoulders. The side in the sling twinges miserably, and yet… Now he knows he’s gotta ditch the whole bunch of them, the fug of sickness is clearing. He feels better. Much better, in fact.

He keeps the news tight. 

If he plays poorly, they won’t expect him to sneak away, right? Though, the plan pitches him another problem—when he does escape, how can he stop Robin and Eddie coming after him? Eddie, particularly, would be in beyond deep shit if he got taken.

Inevitably, the Humvee gets stuck again. When Hopper asks Steve to take the wheel, Steve grabs up a green army notebook he’d spotted in the footwell, a stubby pencil also. He scribbles fast, between revving the engine.

“Eddie, I love you. Please don’t follow me. Steve x”

I love you. 

Wtf? 

When he’d blundered down that path with Nance, he’d been licking the scars two-and-a-half years’ later. With Robin, of course, things turned out different.

Then Eddie Munson happened. 

To be fair, knowing Eddie as he did now, he doesn’t actually believe Eddie would vomit on the note. Maybe only cackle a while. Either way, Steve would no way in hell obey a love letter, telling him not to follow, from anybody he cared about.

Given recent form, he doesn’t think Eddie would either.

He scrunches the note into his pocket then scribbles furiously at ‘take two’: 

“Eddie, DON’T FOLLOW ME. You make me sick. Steve.”

Jesus, that’s hopeless. You make me sick? He doesn’t mean that, apart from… It’s sorta true. Steve detests it, however, longs to try again. He’s out of time.

He stuffs the second note into Eddie’s pack, as Hopper opens the door. “We’re gonna have to walk from here. Think you can make it?”

“Dunno,” says Steve. For purely tactical reasons. Likewise, he doesn’t volunteer to carry many supplies.

As they trudge their way through the trees, his chances to run aren’t happening. Everybody’s way quieter than usual—edgy, like during that drive in the RV before they faced down Vecna. When he tries subtly falling behind, they all jump to help him. Even worse, they reach the liaison spot way sooner than he expects. Thankfully, for Steve, the car isn’t there.

“Where the hell are they?” Hopper gets out a compass to check they’re in the right spot.

“Because compasses are so accurate near Hawkins,” gripes Steve, his pulse thudding madly. It really is now or never, and why the hell hasn’t he got a better plan?

“We’re far enough out that the gates shouldn’t make a difference, right?” Eddie says.

How do we know? How do we know that Vecna hasn’t swallowed Hawkins whole, while we’re running away pissing ourselves yellow?

Steve bites this back. It’s not like he wants them coming with him. He sits down on the verge, presses his face to his bent knees. Soon as he dares, he gets up again.

“Where you going?” asks Robin, clambering up also.

“I need to pee,” says Steve. Eddie’s on his feet too. Steve can’t look him in the eye, and the words nearly choke him. “I don’t need a babysitter. Shoo!”

He walks back into the forest, upping his pace as soon as the trees obscure him. It’s gonna be a long trek, he’s hardly got any supplies, and he’s got a weird sense that, no, he isn’t gonna get through this time. He follows the sound of the water, because it seems obvious that he should.  

And he feels more torn apart than ever. 

The tug back to Hawkins is overwhelming, but the tug back toward Robin and Eddie? It’s like somebody has wound a thread around his heart, attached it to the pair of them. As he strides farther away, the thread snares tight, like that rope around his wrist did.

He’s annoyed—if not exactly surprised—to hear somebody thrashing through the forest behind him. Robin yells, “Steve! Steeeeeve!” 

He finally locates a small stream, which seems to be the source of the supernaturally loud torrent. He skids down the bank, landing in about three inches of water, and crouches low. 

Go by, Robin. Dammit, turn back.

She tumbles into the stream a yard off, landing on her ass with a loud splash and a louder squeak.

“Uuuuugh!” She takes the hand he offers, and they scramble to their feet together. “Steve, what the hell are you doing?”

“What the hell are you doing?”

She flicks pond scum from her legs and grimaces spectacularly. “Stopping you being an IDIOT! And since when were you not sick? God, I was so worried! Were you faking?”

“You know I wasn’t. I got… fixed.”

“Fixed? Like, HOW?”

He urgently presses a finger to his lips. “Sssssh! Keep your voice down! Look, I don’t know exactly, and I can’t go back. Hopper will make me get in that car.”

“He can’t force you.” Her glare is louder than her voice was.

“Whatever. He and El need to go. You and Eddie need to go.”

“You heard what Hopper said. They’ll torture you for information—they could kill you.”

“Been there, done that, Robin.”

“This isn't funny.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Steve sighs hard, belatedly noticing the stream has breached his sneakers. “All I do know is that I feel more myself already, turning around.” Following the water. “Also, Hop’s right—El can’t defeat Vecna with the military gunning for her. I don’t know exactly what I can do yet, but I have to try, whatever it is. So, please, Robin. Go back. Tell the others you couldn’t find me.”

“Eddie won’t leave without—”

“Which is why I gotta move! Take care, all right?”

He wants to hug her so bad. Instead, he sloshes away.

“Ugh, slow down!”

“Seriously?” He turns about suddenly. She nearly smashes into him and takes the opportunity to get right in his face.

“I am so mad with you! You made me run after you, my butt is drenched, and now you’re making me walk along a horrible ditch, all the way back to Hawkins?”

“It’s the quickest route.” He doesn’t know how he knows, only that he does. He turns around, wades onwards. The damp never bothered me anyway…

“Then why don’t we follow the bank, Steve?”

She has a point. “Oh. Okay.” They clamber up the sides, start following the stream from above. It’s as slippery as the riverbed and overgrown with treacherously tangly weeds.

“Eeeeeew! When this is over,” says Robin, “I am never, ever venturing into the totally-not-great outdoors again.” 

“You don’t have to do any of this, Robin.”

Her latest scowl is more jokey—and fond—than he figures he deserves. “Shut up, Dingus. You know I do.”

Part 14

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(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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[aloneinthehellfire]

Eight Months (Part 3)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n went missing at the end of spring. A note was left explaining that after her father, Bob Newby, died, she just couldn’t bear to stay in Hawkins. The others were shocked but after gaining no leads on where she could be, they had to accept that she was gone. But when summer rolls in and Hawkins starts getting scary, Steve and Dustin find themselves venturing into a Russian base and uncover more secrets than they bargained for.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: swearing, [flashbacks], mentions of drugs (being drugged), needles, knife, mentions of bruises and blood

[A/N: 300 followers!!! thank you all so so much for supporting my stories, especially those who constantly like and comment (i see u and i appreciate u). to celebrate, i thought i'd make another part to this fic since so many of you wanted another part. pls pretend its good, i'm fragile]

Eight Months [Masterlist]

Eight Months: Escape The Lab

[Part Three]

“Honestly, I don’t really feel anything. Do you?”

Steve’s mumbles were met with slow nods from you and Robin, bodies completely relaxed against eachother.

After you were all injected with the serum, the man had placed your chairs so you were now all tied together as a three, back to back. You couldn’t stop your head lolling against the others every time a wave of numbness hit you.

“I mean, I…” Robin replies first as you stare at the ceiling. “I feel fine. I feel normal.”

“Yeah, I feel- I feel fine.” Steve agrees and then his head nudges yours.

“Woah, what?” You snap your head up, “What did I miss?”

“Do you feel fine?” Robin asks calmly and you squint your eyes.

“Uh… yeah.” You nod and they nod along with you. “I- I’ve never felt… better.”

“I kinda feel good.” Steve remarks and you all start giggling for no reason.

“Hey, hey guys? Guys?” Robin laughs and you both hum back at her. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yes.” You widen your eyes with glee.

“I like it, too!”

You all burst out into laughter, heads gently tapping against eachother.

“Morons. They messed up the drug.” Steve snorts and Robin giggles.

“They messed it up!” Robin’s head is thrown back and you move forward.

Your own laughs were slowly fading as a small frown appeared on your face. The drug. The serum. The drug. The serum. What was it you were supposed to do? Remember… remember something.

“Morons!”

“Hey morons!”

Steve and Robin raise their voices giddily, shouting out to your captors.

“Hey, Y/n.” Steve rests his head on your shoulder. “You gotta try this, it’s fun. Morons!”

“Wait, wait, wait.” You sit up straight and they suddenly stop. “I need to remember something.”

“Ooh, what?” Robin questions and you gasp. “What?”

“I…” You smile, a laugh bubbling up inside of you. “I don’t remember.”

Another fit of laughter crashes onto you all just as the door swings open, the man returning. Right, the man. The serum. Remember. Remember what?

The Doctor places a black bag on the counter top, pulling out various knives, and you widen your eyes. Remember.

“Would now be a good time to tell you that I don’t like doctors?” Robin chuckles and you giggle.

“Wait.” You gasp and Robin turns her head to you. “Dentists are worst.”

“Oh, yeah.” Robin takes in a dramatic breath.

“Let’s try this again, yes?” The man stands directly in front of Steve and you pout.

“Why are you giving him all the attention?” You whine and Robin groans too.

“Yeah, we’re clearly hotter.” She says so casually that you both burst into a fit of laughter.

“You heard ‘em, Doc.” Steve giggles.

“Silence!” The man shouts and you all snap your mouths shut. “Who do you work-?”

“Booooo!” You yell out and the man raises his eyebrows. “That’s a boring question. Why not ask us… our favourite colour instead?”

“I like green.” Robin grins and you both snicker.

“Who do you work for?”

“Scoops.” Steve replies, a laugh escaping his lips. “Scoops Ahoy.”

“How did you find us?”

“Totally by accident.” Steve states and you gasp loudly.

“Me too!” You say and Steve’s breath hitches.

“Woah, no way.” He whispers out as if it was totally new information.

“More lies.” The man spews in Russian and you shake your head.

“No, no.” You clear your throat. “We don’t lie.”

There’s a moment of silence before The Doctor, stood in front of you, reaches over to his table, and picks up some small pliers. Robin notices this too and you hear her breath stop.

“What is that shiny little toy?” Steve asks as you squirm in your seat.

“Where are you going with that, Doc?” Robin sounds much more scared than Steve.

The Doctor places it on Steve’s fingernails and starts pulling, earning yells and shouts from you and your friends.

“Wait! We heard a code, the code!” Robin tries frantically and they stop.

“Code.” The man walks to stand in front of Robin now, leaning down. “What code?”

“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah.” Robin relays. “You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day! You think you’re so smart but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you’re here.”

Your breath hitches and you suddenly remember. You remember.You remembered how to get out of this before it was too late.

“Who knows we are here, suchka.” He spits out and you feel Robin try and move away.

“Uh, well, Dustin knows.”

You widen your eyes at Steve’s confession. “Steve.”

“Yeah, Dustin Henderson, he knows.”

“Steve!” Robin objects now and you realise you need to get out of here now before something bad happens to the little kid you used to babysit.

“Dustin Henderson.” The man repeats, looking to Steve. “It is your small, curly-haired friend?”

Since your wrists were tied together, it wasn’t hard to move your thumb to the position you needed. After being drugged twice, you figured out how to help yourself pretty quickly. In fact, a few years back, Steve had actually helped you come to the revelation.

“Woah, Y/n, you good?” Steve asks with a soft frown as you give him a shaky thumbs up.

“Yep, all…” You suddenly start to retch, the drink in your hand spilling everywhere and the partiers around you cheer. Everyone was too drunk to be worried about Steve’s carpet. You, on the other hand, were drunk enough to care more than you should.

“Noooo.” You slur, already moving as quickly as you could to the back porch, towards the swimming pool. Then, once you see the water, you rethink your plan. “Oh, no, not that one either.”

You drunkenly wobble over to a few bushes before falling to your knees. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and suddenly, the urge to throw up your alcohol disappeared.

“Y/n?”

You let out a scream at the hand on your shoulder, much to Steve’s amusement. He was hazy too, but just in the right mind to be worried about your state. However, he couldn’t resist the laugh that escaped his lips when you jumped out of your skin.

“Sorry.” He chuckles, helping you up, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Can’t a girl just vomit in peace.” You giggle slightly, wobbling on your legs and losing your balance.

Steve was quick to catch you before you fell, hands on your arms just above your wrist as you stood, chest to chest.

“Oops.” You offer an embarrassed smile, red flushing your cheeks once you saw how close you were.

He was undeniably handsome in the best way. From his perfectly crafted features to his kind eyes to the way his hair was now a scruffy mess; there wasn’t a thing about him you didn’t… love. Not that you’d ever admit that. Even if you wanted to, you two were just friends. There were too many complications for you two to ever become more than that.

“Steve?”

Speak of the devil.

Nancy Wheeler suddenly appears behind him and you both turn, her face turning to a frown when she sees how close you are. Steve stepped away from you slightly but kept hold of your arms.

“Hey, Nance.” He smiles before looking back at you, “I think Y/n had a bit much to drink.”

“Oh.” Nancy’s eyebrows raised in their usual way, always appearing whenever you earned her judgement. You could feel a scowl on your face as you stared back at her. You never got along. “Maybe she should go home? You know, I’d hate for anything bad to happen.”

“Yeah, right.” You scoff and Steve frowns at you. You quickly change your tone, trying to step away but Steve tightened his grip slightly when you stumbled.

His hand had moved down to hold onto your wrist, his thumb suddenly pressing hard against your pulse point and you felt queasy.

“I’m fine.” You try, straightening yourself as Nancy cocked her head. “Seriously, I’m-”

And, contradicting yourself, you suddenly hurled. All over Steve’s shoes.

You shudder at the memory, a wave of embarrassment hitting you. Steve didn’t remember that night, much to your relief. The best friend that you had been crushing on since middle school shouldn’t remember the time you threw up on him in front of his girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend, since you last checked. You didn’t recall what happened after that, just that the next day you woke up in a humiliating blur of nausea and regret.

Steve, however, did in fact remember. The day after, you had avoided him completely and he thought it had to do with your… drunken mess. So, in the spirit of avoiding embarrassment, he kept quiet and claimed not to remember a thing about that night. He would rather lie about his memory than somehow lose you.

It didn’t slip his mind, however. In fact, he was a little embarrassed himself after that night. But, thankfully, you actually didn’t remember any of it. Something like that… it could ruin his friendship with you.

“Dustin.” Steve nods slowly, aware that you were very quiet beside him, even in his drugged-up state. Thinking that you were afraid, he did what he did best to distract the man in front of him; he talked. “Oh, curly-haired. Great hair. Small. Kind of like a ‘fro. Yeah.”

“Where is he?” The man asks and Steve hears your breath hitch behind him.

“He’s long gone, you big asshole.” Steve laughs, “And he’s probably calling Hopper, and Hopper’s calling the US cavalry. They’re gonna come in here, commando-style, guns a-blazin’, and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You’re gonna be two pieces of toast.”

Robin starts laughing with him but Steve doesn’t hear anything from you. There’s a jolt of panic in his chest, quickly blurred away by the drug in his system. It was good stuff.

“Is that so?��� The man challenges.

Steve takes a moment before smiling. “Yeah.”

The Russians start to join in on their laugh and Steve thinks he’s done it; he’s talked his way out of any of you getting hurt.

And then, to his delight, the alarms start to echo down the hallway and he grins happily at the man. “See?”

The man spits something out in Russian before hastily leaving the Doctor alone with you three.

You watch as the man leaves the room and you smirk to yourself, trying to remain focused.

“Oh, Doctor?” You call cheerily and he moves around to stand in front of you, not speaking. “Hi, there. I… I don’t suppose you know a good cleaner?”

The Doctor frowns at you and you push down as hard as you can against the pressure point on your wrist and, relieved for the first time to do it, you hurl.

“Agh!” The Doctor cries out, trying to move away but slipping in the process.

His hand flailed out as he hit the ground, and the knife in his hand managed to cut through your bonds without scratching you.

Steve and Robin burst into laughter at the sight of the Doctor currently led in vomit as you stare down at the broken bond on your wrist.

Well, you thought, that was uncharacteristically lucky.

As he’s down, you make quick work of freeing yourself, your friends cheering you on as you do so. The Doctor manages to stumble into a stand and lunges at you. But you’re already prepared. You swipe the giant needle from the table, still retaining some of the serum, and you plunge it into his neck with a yell.

“Ohhhh!” Steve reacts and Robin snorts.

But it doesn’t stop him. The Doctor pulls the needle from his neck effortlessly, stalking towards you and you grab for a knife, holding it out in front of you.

But you didn’t have to use it.

Suddenly, a door bursts open, bringing two small children shouting war cries at the top of their lungs. They plunge an electric prod straight into the Doctor and he goes down.

“Y/n?” Dustin’s eyes widen when he sees you stood there, stained blood running down the side of your face, bruises across your body.

“Uh… hi.” You smile before Steve looks up.

“Hey! Henderson!” He rejoices with a grin, “That’s crazy, I was just talking about you.”

Dustin does a double take before getting to work on untying Steve and you move over to do the same with Robin, cutting through her restraints as she giddily smiles up at you.

“You somehow made throwing up seem really badass.” She remarks with a giggle and you laugh.

“Get ready to run!” Dustin commands as you break through the last bond.

“Woah, no running.” You complain and he stares at you in disbelief.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you or anything but…” He steps closer, raising his voice, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“Shhh.” Robin holds out a finger to his lips as she leans on you. “Quiet now, my little friend.”

“Can we skip the reunions or do you want the Russians to kill us?” Erica Sinclair places a hand on her hip and your eyes widen.

“Baby Sinclair?” You gasp and Dustin nods his head.

“Okay, yeah, let’s go.” He pushes everyone towards the doors hurriedly, “We’ll talk later.”

Steve ends up next to you as you run through the hallways, Robin giggling as she runs just in front.

Despite the aching red-hot heat of Steve’s face, he couldn’t help but worry about the blood that had poured down your face. Sure, you were upright, running for your life just like everyone else, but you were also never one to announce when you were in pain. It was the only thing he found irritating about you; the fact you didn’t seem to care for yourself.

Although, right now, Steve couldn’t focus on one thing at a time. Damn, these Russians really know how to make a drug.

You all approach a vehicle, Erica climbing in the front after ordering Robin to sit in the back space. You frown. A tuk-tuk. That was a new one for you.

But before you climb on in, you suddenly come to a halt.

“What are you doing?” Dustin panics and you let out a groan.

“I left my knife.” You pout and Erica raises her eyebrows.

“This girl ain’t all there.” She comments and Steve tuts at her.

“How. Dare. You.” He walks over to you, hand on your shoulder. “She is the smart...iest person I know. And she wants her knife.”

“No, they’re right.” You sigh, “I’ll find a new one.”

“Oh, what about…” Steve pulls out his keys and holds one out so it looked like a tiny sword. “Eh?”

As you look up at him, there’s a warm and bubbly feeling in your chest. Your head was telling you that it was the drugs still affecting you, practically screaming the information. But your heart…

“No. You’re right.” Steve tosses the keys over his shoulder and you both burst into laughter, leaning against eachother just as echoes of guards sounded from the hallway.

“Guys!” Dustin shouts at you, “Get in!”

“M’lady.” Steve holds out a hand so you can climb in the back with Robin and you accept.

“Why, thank you. But…” You grip tightly onto his hand just as you step inside, face falling and giving your best deadpanned expression. “You’ve made a grave mistake.”

Just as Dustin starts the engine, you tug as hard as you can on Steve’s hand and he flips over the side, falling into the back of the tuk-tuk with a yelp.

“See?” You laugh, Robin in fits of tears behind you. “That’s why you should never trust-”

Dustin suddenly drives off at full speed and you go flying, landing beside Robin. The initial pain wears off pretty quickly as you all roll around in the back, giggles escaping you until your stomach hurt.

You forgot the drug would take a while longer to leave your system. But at least you were escaping this hell for the first time in eight months. Even if the glee would be short-lived.

You didn’t know things were about to get a whole lot worse.

To be continued...

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[sup3rbloom]

Bad Things Happen Bingo Masterpost

It only took me three years, but that's fine 😂

masterpost for @badthingshappenbingo

Title: New Life Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31185761 Squares filled: Distress Call Pairing: Bucky/Steve - Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 3,169 Summary: Omega Steve meets Alpha Bucky through a nanny gig. Steve was expecting this to be just another gig, nothing more and nothing less. He never expected to bond with the alpha’s children, or become part of the alpha’s life permanently.

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Title: Congratulations Are In Order Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31234478 Squares filled: “I’m fine” Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: Teen And Up Archive warnings: swearing Word count: 2,622 Summary: Eddie is not as fine as he says he is. He’s totally freaking out, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to tell his alpha who isn’t officially his alpha that he’s pregnant, and he wishes all these doubts and worries would go away.

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Title: Pay Attention Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31524893 Squares filled: Black Eye Pairing: Carlos/TK - 9-1-1: Lone Star Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 2,342 Summary: The 126 recruit a new member after TK transferred over to being a paramedic, unfortunately for TK, this guy happens to be homophobic. But, he deals with it, until he doesn’t.

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Title: Back To You Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31736626 Squares filled: Friendship Falling Out Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 4,346 Summary: Things are not okay after the lawsuit happens. Nobody is talking to him. Eddie left him. Now, Buck’s pregnant, and he feels alone now more than ever. But, Buck’s not just going to sit back and do nothing.

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Title: Keeping Secrets Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32388661 Squares filled: Trying Not To Cry - National Treasure Pairing: Ben/Riley Rating: General Word count: 2,601 Summary: After a long day of treasure hunting, Ben decides he no longer wants to keep his relationship with Riley a secret.

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Title: Seventh Year Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33603100 Squares filled: Grabbed by the Chin Pairing: Seamus/Dean - Harry Potter Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 3,122 Summary: Seamus has gone to his seventh year at Hogwarts while Dean is on the run. Seamus is not having such a good time his seventh year with Dean not there. He appreciates Ginny being there, but it’s not the same.

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Title: May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33763624 Squares filled: Captivity Pairing: Gale/Peeta - The Hunger Games Rating: General Word count: 3,310 Summary: Peeta is being held captive by The Capitol, and Gale’s not doing so well knowing Peeta’s being tortured, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

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Title: Didn’t Mean For This To Happen Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36710626 Squares filled: Caught in a Storm Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: General Word count: 1,604 Summary: Buck gets in a car accident, and his non-firefighter husband rushes to the hospital.

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Title: Safe Place Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/38112859 Squares filled: Panic Attack Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: General Word count: 1,460 Summary: Buck runs into someone he never thought he’d see again. Eddie is there to make sure he’s okay.

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Title: In And Out Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40078341Squares filled: Bullying Pairing: Will & Mike friendship Rating: General Word count: 1,420 Summary: Will has a bad day at school due to bullying, and goes to Mike for comfort.

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Title: be with you Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40376643Squares filled: Didn’t Realize They’ve Been Injured Pairing: Sam/Bucky - Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 1,274 Summary: Bucky has been on the run ever since the events of Civil War has gotten out of hand. Sam has been looking for him, and eventually finds an injured Bucky, and doesn’t hesitate to take care of him.

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Title: bubble wrap Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41347791 Squares filled: Communication Suddenly Cut Off Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: General Word count: 1,272 Summary: Eddie gets worried when Buck doesn’t respond right away during a call.

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Title: i just wanna hang out with you Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41609199 Squares filled: Financial Trouble for @badthingshappenbingo Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: General Word count: 1,264 Summary: Buck is worried about what Eddie will think when he tells him the truth about his financial issues.

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Title: end of the world Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41632917 Squares filled: Knife to the Throat Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: General Word count: 2,212 Summary: Eddie saves Buck from a couple of psychopaths, Buck falls a little bit in love with him, and is reunited with his sister.

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Title: you would do the same for me Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41737074 Squares filled: Common Cold Pairing: Sam/Bucky - Marvel Rating: General Word count: 1,210 Summary: Bucky is a good boyfriend and takes care of Sam while he’s sick.

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Title: be careful Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41903688 Squares filled: Ambulance Ride Pairing: Steve/Sam - Marvel Rating: General Word count: 885 Summary: Sam has an accident in his and Steve’s new house, and Steve has to call for an ambulance.

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Title: can’t stomach the feeling Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42541707Squares filled: Locked Up And Left Behind Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: General Word count: 3,065 Summary: A few months after the lawsuit, things are still quite rocky with Buck and Eddie. They aren’t on speaking terms. But, when Buck doesn’t show up to one of his shifts one day without contacting anyone, Eddie has a bad feeling something bad happened to Buck.

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Title: the rumors are true Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43115373 Squares filled: ClaustrophobiaPairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: General Word count: 936 Summary: Eddie and Buck are on a call when Buck’s claustrophobia kicks.

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Title: for good Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43437090 Squares filled: Flashbacks​ Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: Teen+ Word count: 3,632 Summary: Eddie has been away for four years, serving in the army, leaving his son and husband at home in California. Buck is a firefighter, and has been getting more reckless the longer Eddie is gone. This raises some concerns with the team.

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Title: a christmas miracle Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43767225 Squares filled: Losing a Job Pairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: Teen+ Word count: 3,040 Summary: Buck gets fired from his job two weeks before Christmas. He thinks this Christmas will be miserable, but his husband isn’t going to allow him to be miserable on Christmas.

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Title: to the point of exhaustion Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47220172 Squares filled: Working themselves to exhaustionPairing: Buck/Eddie - 9-1-1 Rating: General Word count: 1,230 Summary: It’s after the lawsuit, and Buck is slowly but surely making amends with the team. He feels like he needs to work twice as hard, but he pushes himself too far and finds himself back in the hospital.

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Title: the human touch Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48778972 Squares filled: Touch-StarvedPairing: Daryl/Rick - The Walking Dead Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 1,755 Summary: Daryl hasn’t seen another human being in about a year, not since the beginning of the end of the world. Then one night, a stranger barges into the apartment that he’s been holed up in, and things finally start looking up.

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Title: no longer compromised Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48815716 Squares filled: BrainwashingPairing: Bucky/Clint - Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 1,495 Summary: AU in which SHIELD saved Bucky from Hydra and helped him recover. Bucky and Clint meet through SHIELD and fall in love. Fast forward to Clint getting brainwashed by Loki. All he wants is the comfort of his boyfriend.

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Title: accidents and misunderstandings Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48929359 Squares filled: Eating DisorderPairing: Steve/Tony - Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 2,306 Summary: Peter forgets to take care of himself, the stress of school and Spider-Man becoming too much. An accident happens, and his parents react accordingly when they find out what’s been going on with their son.

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Title: stay with me Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52959916 Squares filled: Forced to Hurt Someone Pairing: Harry Potter: Seamus/Draco Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 2,062 Summary: With the Carrows in charge, classes are different and students are forced to cast each other with dangerous spells. Draco is forced to hit Seamus with a spell that lands him in the hospital.

[rainylana]

Eddie knocking you up

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: my headcanons for how eddie would react to getting you pregnant;)

warnings: just language!

• it would be by total accident. you both were WAY too young to even consider having children, and neither of you ever thought you wanted them.

• he definitely wouldn’t get all “i’m so happy princess blah blah” no. it’s eddie we’re talking about. he’d freak the fuck out. he’d abandon you for a couple days, and you’d have an absolute meltdown thinking that he had left you. but he didn’t know what else to do. he had to be alone with his thoughts.

• he’d feel guilty for leaving, but he was too scared to go back. he couldn’t even comprehend, wouldn’t even be able to process the news. he’d be scared shitless.

• when he eventually did come back, you were seething angry, but deep down relieved to see his puppy dog eyes. you slapped him across the face as you cried.

• “y/n…i’m sorry. i screwed up, i know. i just, god, do you really think i’m ready to be a dad?”

“no, i don’t. but, i’m not ready to be a mother, either. so…i guess we’ll just figure it out.”

• it took about a week after you both found out before it really sunk in. then, it became more exciting and real. it happened when you were both out at the local diner, and seen an old high school graduate walk in with a baby boy on her hip. he had been giggling and smiling, gaining the attention of everyone.

• “holy shit. you know what i just realized? we’re gonna have one of those. you and i. like us.”

• it was still a lot to process, but you both loved each other with everything you had. and you couldn’t deny it, imagining your lover with a crying baby was the most adorable thing you could imagine.

• he treated you like royalty during the pregnancy, but god, you scared the shit out of him. you were flat out mean sometimes, only due to the mood swings, of course. sometimes the kids didn’t even want to show up for hellfire night, because you scared them too.

• he tried to be calm and rational when you’d get overwhelmed over something and bawl your eyes out. he just learned to agree with everything you said and admit everything was his fault.

• “goddamnit, i can’t get my jeans up! oh, god- i’m huge! none of my clothes fit anymore! look at me!”

“honey, you look beautiful. calm down.”

“calm down?”

• he was sent to the moon that day.

• during labor, he was almost more of a wreck than you. he put the sympathy in sympathy pains, for sure. each contraction, each scream, he was with you through it all. he held your hand while you pulled his hair out by the roots, screaming as more and more contractions came. he screamed right along with you.

• “oh, god, eddie i can’t do it! i can’t, i changed my mind. i don’t wanna do it, let’s go.”

“i think it’s too late for that, sweetheart.”

“i hate you! this is your fault!

“i know, i’m sorry.”

• when the baby finally came, he cried. you had a son, with curly, jet black hair just like his daddy.

• it was unimaginable the kind of love he felt for his child, and he fell in love you all the more for it. he was an amazing father, and wanted to do almost everything.

• except change diapers.

• of course, he took the baby to hellfire night when he was older, sitting him proudly on his shoulders like a little king. you wouldn’t allow him to go as a newborn. you didn’t trust dustin to hold him properly, and frankly, neither did eddie.

• he was the proudest a father could be, showing off his son as his greatest accomplishment he could ever achieve. he promised to be a better role model than his father ever was.

• steve and robin babysit;)

[muertawrites]

Ok I totally agree with what you’re saying about Eddie not going for a cheerleader type and liking alt girls BUT I love the idea of reader being this quiet unassuming nerdy girl (think Nancy and Barb in season 1) but really she’s like this secret metal head/punk who hides Metallica tapes in Madonna packaging and has notebooks full of tattoo ideas doodled next to alternating class notes and song lyrics. And she just like admires Eddie from a distance because he’s so genuinely real and she hides behind who everyone else thinks she is

…I might be projecting a bit…

oooh no i can see that! (who cares if you're projecting that's what fiction is for ask charlotte brontë)

and like

maybe he doesn't really notice you at first. you keep a low profile as a means of survival since hawkins is brutal, but he runs into you sometimes and has always found you pretty.

he caught you looking at a Black Sabbath cassette when he saw you at the record store once. since then he's watched you out of the corner of his eye, trying to figure you out. you fascinate him.

and much like nancy you're a badass in disguise (tho a lot less bitchy sorry nance)

so one night as you're leaving the convenience store after picking up some midnight munchies (now i'm projecting i'm always at wawa at like 1am bc i want chips or smth) you notice eddie's van in the parking lot.

and it looks like the deal he's trying to make isn't going well, bc the guy he's talking to looks pissed. off.

you're getting into your car when the guy's fist collides with eddie's cheek.

thankfully tho you're unlikely friends with steve harrington, and that man's protective af.

so he bought you a baseball bat that you keep in your trunk.

"hey, asswipe!"

you smack the guy super hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

and eddie moves fast. he takes the couple moments the guy's incapacitated and just grabs you, hauling you into the passenger seat of his van and stepping on the gas.

he pulls over to the side of the road once you're far enough away and you both just laugh, shaking with adrenaline.

"that was fuckin' amazing," eddie says. his cheek is split open and he's got the beginnings of a black eye, but he's smiling like a little kid. "so that's why you're so quiet, huh? you're secretly a vigilante."

you laugh and raise a hand to brush some hair out of your face.

but eddie snatches your wrist, eyes wide as he turns it upward.

"is that... a tattoo?"

he traces the lines with his fingers. who is this girl? he thinks he's in love.

"so... you're super quiet, yeah? but by night you're a baseball bat wielding, sabbath listening, tattoo having badass. any other secrets you're hiding from the greater hawkins population?"

"i once backed into jason carver with my car. i told him it was an accident. it totally wasn't."

"marry me."

[ashdreams2023]

Hi Ash! I was just wondering, if you have time ofc, maybe if you could write some sort of Vic where the avengers get turned into animals? Whether it’s a trick by Loki or some machine annoy made or whatever is up to you! If not, that’s totally ok! Thanks! Love a lots! (Btw I absolutely adored the baby Loki fic, it mad my heart so happy and warm) ❤️❤️

Animal avengers

"Pepper what’s this?"

"Your teammates"

"You have to be fucking kidding me…"

You stared at the caged animals in front of you.

Seven in total since bucky joined the mission.

You had a pretty good idea who could have done this, especially since he’s nowhere in sight since early morning.

"Ok god, what happened to you" you pet the head of the golden retriever, whom you assume is Steve with those unusual blue eyes.

There was three dogs in total, one golden retriever, one Saint Bernard which you guess is Thor, and the last one is a german shepherd….Tony.

Natasha and Bucky were black cats, clint was a hawk…how fitting.

Bruce was a panda bear? That wasn’t something you expected.

You took the three puppies or more like big grown dogs out and the first thing thor did was jump on you with all his weight licking your face, the scream you let out was painful.

"You’re too heavy!" That’s the issue with big dogs they think their small compared to humans.

Steve was barking at him, as if he’s telling him to get off of you and that actually worked.

Tony was thankfully the calm one, just pushing his nose against your cheek towards the kitchen.

Of course he’s hungry.

To think about it, what were you supposed to feed a big animal like Bruce!?

You immediately texted happy for help and after like an hour of trying to keep everyone calm and locking all the windows so clint wouldn’t fly away, a delivery arrived at the compound.

Happy was a great help making sure animal food for all of them came within such a short period of time.

"Ok guys, dig in" you hoped tony wouldn’t mind using his expensive plates set from China.

Bruce was the only one eating with his big bear hands and he just look so peaceful.

You wished the others would act the same but no here was Natasha hissing at bucky for being too close to her food, and Thor trying to steal from Steve and tony.

Clint was getting blood drops on the clean floors since it was fresh meat.

Goodness you wanted to kill Loki right then and there.

After that very messy and stressful lunch you locked the hallway door and stayed on the couch with Steve and Thor playing around with some toy that was thrown in with the food sent and tony watching from afar, probably afraid to be crushed by accident.

Bruce was now asleep, Natasha and Bucky still didn’t get along but Bucky settled on laying on your lap while she get her distance sitting on the counter.

Clint flew from one side to the other, you were secretly thankful that none of the others turned into a hopeless pre for him to hunt.

It around 5pm when tony started barking loudly at the front door, you held bucky in your arms while standing up.

The door opened and the mischievous scamp behind all this mess stood there with a huge grin on his face.

"Why hello l-"

"Thor on him!" Loki screamed as his brother jumped on him licking his face over and over again.

"Stop that! You filthy thing!"

"That thing is your brother! Turn everyone back before I make Bruce sit on you"

"Fine!"

And that’s how you ended up with bucky’s dead weight on top of you and Clint breaking an arm because he was flying mid air.

Oh and apparently eating so much sugarcanes can give you a terrible stomachache.

"I need the bathroom…"

Loki heard an ear full after everyone was taken care of.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

THUNDER- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Bestfriend!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,972

Summary: After months of drawing and writing your feelings away, they become exposed to the man you've been desperate to keep them from...Bucky.

Warnings: None! Unless you're uncomfortable with the l-word being used lol:)

** This was inspired by the song Thunder, by Lana Del Rey! I totally recommend listening to it, it's currently unreleased but you can hear it on youtube :)) - claire

The sound of pen scratching against paper furiously was all that could be heard from inside your room as you sat on the floor at the end of your bed. You were trying to get the texture of his hair just right, attempting to apply the look of the wavy, soft dark brown locks on the parchment with your black ink pen. It was that time of night where your mind was whirling and swirling, thoughts after thoughts jumping from one side of your head to the other. The thoughts were almost always about him.

 James Buchanan Barnes. 

He could never leave your mind. You were entranced by him. Ever since the two of you met the year prior, when you joined the avengers, there was a spark. You both knew it. Something was there, a deeper connection, an understanding. You saw him as who he was, not what he painted himself to be. He was not evil, he was hurting. And you, a broken, hurting assassin knew just how he was feeling. Guilt. Pain. And hurt. Lots of hurt. Bucky hates physical contact with anyone really. But the first day the two of you met, by accident on the rooftop, you could sense all the emotions he felt, as you had felt them too. So when you turned around to face him from your secret thinking spot, you walked over to him carefully. Not wanting to alarm him. And reached for his hand. “ I’m Y/N James. I understand what you have gone through, as I myself have been through similar experiences. I see you, and I hear you. I am here for you whenever you need.” 

And with that, you walked off, leaving him to your spot on the rooftop. Yes, it was risky, but you couldn't help yourself. You felt a draw to him. And he felt it too. The next time you went to the roof, he was there.

 “ Call me Bucky.” He told you with a shy smile.

 And the rest was history. The two of you had been inseparable ever since. Bucky improved with your presence. He felt a sense of safety and comfort. Security. Something he hadn't felt in ages. Times like this, when you weren't with him- you worried. Bucky was difficult to read, but not to you. You knew deep down, he still struggled, the Winter Soldier attempting to appear under stressful, dangerous situations. When he was on missions, like he was now, you were deeply worried for his safety and wellbeing. It pained you to be away from him. Time seemed to move slower and slower the further you were apart. You glanced at the clock now, awaiting any news from him and Steve. 

11:46 it read. You sighed and went back to scribbling. You roll like thunder when you come crashing in… town ain’t been the same, since you left with all your friends. You wrote on the page alongside the drawing of him. It was one page of many. You had journals upon journals of drawings of him and all his glory, the dark and light sides. Bucky's piercing charcoal eyes peered up at you from the page, his jawline sharp and arms strong. 

You act like fucking Mr Brightside when you’re with all your friends, but I know what you’re like when the party ends. A chime from your phone caused you out of your trance.

 “ They're here :)” Bruce wrote, and you scrabbled to your feet, causing the book and pen to fall to the ground.

 You rushed to see them and to take Bucky in your arms again.

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An arm was draped over your middle, as the large, strong body cocooning you held you close. Bucky slept soundly beside you, scared to let you go after the long mission. You jumped in his arms the second he arrived back home and you swear to god you’ve never held him tighter. 

“ I missed you beyond belief, my dove.” he whispered in your ear as everyone began unloading the quinjet. 

You just held him even tighter, inhaling the scent of dew and cedar. “ I missed you more James.” And now here you were, wrapped in his arms in your bed under the moonlight. Bucky was so tired you almost insisted he sleep in his room, scared your company would intrude on his sleep. But all he replied with was a smirk and a “ Dove are you dumb? Of course I’m staying with you. You’re my girl.” and you swear your heart fluttered in your chest. Soon after he climbed into his shower, he met you back in his room, you wearing his shirt. “ Wear my clothes often. They look good on ya toots.” he said as he climbed under the covers with you. 

Now you were here, his arm across your middle, holding you close. His breaths were soft and even, and he felt calm. Until he didn’t. “ Bucky?!” you whispered, rolling out of his grasp. He continued to stir, panting and pleading. Sweat trickled down his forehead. “ BUCKY?!” You shook him gently and he woke up with a gasp, sitting up beside you. “ Oh gosh, dove I’m, I’m so sorry it was a-” 

“Nightmare.” You finished, tilting your head, with a pout. “ I’m so sorry honey. I know how difficult they can be. But you’re here now, and I promise-” You reached out to grab his hand and place it in yours, rubbing his hand with your palm. “ You’re safe. I’m here. Let me get you cleaned up love.” 

And you went to get him a cool washcloth and a glass of water. You returned a minute later and he smiled. “ Thank you so much toots. I honestly don’t know what I would do without you in my life. You take such amazing care of me.” You shrugged “ I guess I do alright.” You said with a giggle, rubbing the washcloth across his forehead and down his cheeks gently. Bucky punched your arm gently. 

“ You do more than alright silly goose.” and you felt your cheeks redden.

 “ Drink up, please. You need fluids and water is good for you.” You exclaimed as you stood up to put the washcloth back.

 “ Ok, mom!” Bucky said snickering. He always teased you for how much of a mom you were, even though he protected you and looked after you just the same.

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You woke up to shuffling and footsteps at the edge of your room. With a yawn, you reached out your hand to find Buckys, except he wasn't there. Frightened, you sat up with a start. Your room was pitch black, except for the city lights which gleamed dimly through your windows. A tall, bulky shadow was standing there, staring. 

“ Bucky?” you whispered nervously.

 “ Right here dollface.” he said in that sleepy voice of his, raspy and low. His soothing tone washed over you like a wave, as you padded over to where he stood by the windows. Bucky turned to look down at you, meeting your eyes. You snuck up beside him, seeking his warmth.

 “ Is something wrong?” 

“ Just couldn't sleep, dove.” And that's when you noticed it. The notebook is in his hands. Opened to the many pages of him. 

“ Ohmygosh I- '' you quickly snatched the book from his hands, redness filling your cheeks as you stumbled back from embarrassment. “ Bucky I am so so sorry that was not meant for you to see I shouldn't have had it open oh gosh!” You stammered as you rushed to throw the notebook in your bedside table, beyond embarrassed.

 He was not supposed to have seen that! Thoughts racked your brain at the speed of a freight train. What would he say? What would he think? This was James, YOUR James!! Would things ever be the same after this? “ I-I can sleep in another room if you'd like James if that makes you more comfortable-” 

“ Doll. Look at me please.” Bucky said, cutting you off from your rambling. He tilted his head, letting a small smile form as he sat down on your bed. “ Come. Sit with me please doll.” He patted the space beside him. 

You crawled over the bed to sit beside him, flustered. He tilted your head up so you could meet his eyes with his fingers, his thumb brushing your lips. You shivered at the contact, warmth spreading through your body. 

“ Never. Ever hide from me ok bunny? You never need to.” Bucky's hand moved to tuck your long hair behind your ear that had fallen over your cheekbones. He tilted your head slightly, smiling. “ You.. you aren't upset?” you asked, worried. He chucked, and it was the sweetest thing you had ever heard. 

“ Never.” 

He just smiled, dragging you over onto his lap so he could hold you. “ But- But I said the truth in that notebook James.. I said that-``

'' That you loved me?” You met his eyes, meeting his boyish grin and bright eyes. “ I love you too, my angel. I always have. I always will.” 

A small gasp lifted your lips, and he leaned down slowly, giving you time to back away if you wanted. But you didn't. Instead, you set your hands on his cheekbones, so delicately as if you were scared to break him. Break the fine china of a man who had put out his life for yours over and over again. The one who loved you, just as you loved him.

 He captured your lips with his and sparks erupted everywhere inside you. You molded together perfectly. This kiss was so hungry, so passionate you felt yourself melting into his embrace more and more until you felt as if you would sink into him altogether. Butterflies exploded within your veins. His lips were so soft, so smooth and he tasted like mint. When the kiss broke, you giggled and he smiled. He traced your cheeks with his thumbs, putting his forehead together with yours and you swore you had died and went to heaven. 

“ I love you James. And I am so beyond thankful for you.” you whispered gently. “ Say that again. Please.” 

“ I love you James. And I am so beyond thankful for you. All of you. Because I see you Buck and I love the entire picture.” 

He blushed and you laughed, loving how you got him so flustered. He pulled you tighter into his embrace, rocking you gently in his arms, cocooning you within his comforts and lulling you to sleep.

 “ We have all the time in the world for my love. Get some sleep now doll shhh.” He whispered and kissed the top of your head before setting you down in the bed. Bucky lied with you, spooning you, holding you close as you felt the tiredness sweep over you like a cloud. A blanket was wrapped around the two of you, and you feel the hand ever so gently drape over you in a safe embrace. 

“ You were made for me мой котик..” Bucky cooed in your ear and you giggled softly. “ As you were for me, my love.” You whispered sleepily. 

“ We’re just like thunder and lighting you and I моя любовь.  Always together. Always causing trouble.” 

“ But we’re beautiful James. We’re a beautiful thunderstorm.” 

“ That we are моя любовь. That we are.” 

And with a kiss to your shoulder, you felt yourself peacefully drift off to sleep, feeling safe and comforted. No more nightmares. Instead, excitement took its place, as you knew you'd see the love of your life in your dreams. And you'd see him once you woke up. You were beyond excited to see what each day would bring with that light of your life at your side. The man you loved. And the two of you would cause perfect, beautiful storms wherever you went. Forever.

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hi hi its claire here!! hope that wasn't too shitty, its my first time ever posting any of my work. i mainly just write lil blurbs and keep em private, this one was different i guess! i hope you enjoyed and have an amazing day/ night :)

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[rendevousz]

little hacker

avengers x fem!teen!reader

characters: brief clint barton, tony stark, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, peter parker

summary: you hacked into tony's systems and he, along with the team, track you down.

warnings: mentions of death and a car crash, hacking written by someone who has no idea how it works

word count: 3241

note: hi um this is my first oneshot on tumblr i hope you like it!!

you were 14 when you first met the avengers. your family had gotten into a tragic car accident and you were the only one who made it out alive, leaving you in excessive guilt and burden; guilt because you were the only one granted a second chance at life and burden because you had to live your life, barely scraping by as you were dropped the responsibility of taking care of your sick grandmother.

at 11, where all that the kids your age had to worry about was whether their pocket money was enough to get themselves an after-school snack, you worried whether or not the money left to your name was enough to survive.

at 11, where girls worried about their changing bodies and asked their mothers about it, you had to figure it all out yourself and with the help of your trusty laptop, the only gadget you had, one that your dad had gifted to you after you had gotten 100s for all your tests at age 8. he thought you were his little prodigy and figured a laptop would treat you well. you took care of it well because while you didn't want to spend the last of your money left, —that was specifically set aside for your grandmother's hospital bills— you wanted to hold on to the laptop for as long as you could, as a reminder of your loving father, as well as the memories the item held, after you've watched movies with pretty much all of your passed family members on that laptop at different points in your life. that was why whenever the thing lagged due to how much you've been using it, you almost always figure out how to fix it until it was good as new.

at 12, while your classmates had their parents to protect them when they were out at night, you feared for your life whenever you were out past dark. which led you to learning self defence from youtube videos. you learned them pretty quickly and with your sharp-wittedness, you no longer feared to be out at night. you even had the honours of trying out your skills when some men thought they could get you just because you were smaller than them.

at 12, where kids your age were having fun, enjoying their childhood, you had no choice but to be mature and think for the good of yourself and your sick grandmother. you were forced to grow up and you were probably more mature and intelligent than the rest of your classmates combined.

and at 13, you realised that money wasn't going to grow on trees and the money you were left with wasn't going to last forever. it had to last until you were old enough to work. but with your grandmother's condition getting worse and worse, you were forced to drop out of school. you were upset because you loved it. you loved knowledge. but family came first and the only thing that your knowledge increased on was on computers.

which led to you being able to hack into tony stark's bank account at only 14. you had no other choice than to steal money and who better to steal it from than a guy whose pocket change could probably last you another five years or so? you knew who tony stark was, the whole world knows who he is. and you thought that maybe he would be too preoccupied with his alter ego saving the whole world, along with his group of earth's mightiest heroes that he wouldn't notice the tiny bit of money you'd stolen from him.

of course the billionaire had been alerted immediately by his AI when you'd accessed into his systems. "security breach?" he exclaimed, immediately dropping the tool he was tinkering his suit with in his lab.

he spent about 3 minutes, that was how long you took touring around in his systems, observing what you did in it. he watched as you did nothing about the highly confidential information he had and instead, stole....5 grand from his bank account? that was barely a scratch to his account. what was going on?

he had requested FRIDAY to track down the hacker, mainly because he was perplexed that someone had hacked into his well protected system just to steal a tiny bit of money but it seems that even FRIDAY couldn't track down where it came from.

he told the team and it was then that everyone worried how dangerous the hacker could possibly be.

"who steals just 5 grand after hacking into a billionaire's bank account?" clint frowned after tony had explained the whole situation. "i mean, if i managed to hack into your systems, i'd do way more than just steal a couple bucks."

"exactly. and who knows? they might just be waiting for the right moment to install dangerous malware into the system and until we find the culprit, they're roaming somewhere out there with all our confidential information right at the tip of their fingers. if they decide to use it against us..." tony trailed off, for once having a worried expression on his otherwise nonchalant face. he's never been this clueless about what to do with any sort of technical issues concerning the avengers or himself.

you on the other hand, after getting complacent that you weren't caught, kept doing so for the next couple months or so. you had no ill intentions, just trying to scrape by. the whole situation puzzled tony. he didn't care how much you've taken from him in total now, you were right; it was merely pocket change to him. but you were still considered a threat since you had free access to his systems and he didn't even know who you were or where you were.

that was until you made a tiny mistake, one that if tony wasn't spending every waking moment trying to track you down he wouldn't have noticed. and though it was a small mistake, it certainly was going to change how things ran from then on.

that afternoon, after having just gotten back from visiting your grandmother at the hospital, you were planning to get more money from the billionaire's bank account at the comfort of your own home. god, hospital bills were expensive. once you had had a little snack, you settled down on the couch and opened your laptop. but being the quick-witted person you were, before the screen in front of you lit up, you saw movement from behind you.

your heart raced. you could handle fighting people but those usually happened in alleys at nighttime. this was in your home, your safe place. you made sure to lock the doors and there weren't fire escapes outside your windows so how did the intruder get in?

you could tell they were trying to be inconspicuous to get to you and so you let them. you let the person think that they were going to get you without a fight but when they were right behind you, you swiftly turned your body around and jumped over the couch. the masked intruder let out a surprised yelp and the two of you fought for a bit. before you knew it, you had them pinned under you in just ten seconds.

"wha– how– what?" it sounded like a boy. you looked down at him and noticed his red and blue spandex suit. you frowned. wasn't this the friendly neighbourhood spiderman guy or something? why was a superhero breaking into your home?

he was coughing from your knee pressing down onto his chest and you lifted it slightly, enough for him to breathe but not enough to escape. he seemed grateful though because he muttered a seemingly embarrassed 'thanks'.

"get off the kid or i'll blast you off of him myself."

you look up and saw the iron man repulsor aimed right at you, and obviously iron man himself was standing right there in the middle of your small apartment. behind him stood a redhead, who you knew as the black widow, aiming a pistol at you, and a man with a shield, captain america. the spiderboy must've come in through the window and unlocked the door for them.

when you made eye contact with steve, he frowned in confusion. you looked way too young to be the culprit they had expected. he muttered a quiet 'wait, what?' before tony stark revealed himself, his iron man faceplate opening.

"um...kid? where are your parents? or guardian? we need to see them because there's been some highly illegal activity coming from this address." the man in the suit spoke. you stayed still, knee still pressing against the boy under you, frowning at the adults in the room. they noticed your apprehensiveness and slowly lowered their weapons. "we're not here to hurt you, you can release the boy now," steve told you gently.

you usually weren't one to trust easily but since these people were known superheroes, you reluctantly stood up, still anxious of the possibilities of what they could do to you. the spiderboy got up too and dusted his back, before going to stand next to steve. you were confused as to why these heroes were breaking in your home until you remembered what you had been up to for the past weeks. how could you forget when that was the only reason you were still surviving?

your eyes widened with fear when they met tony's soft ones. he looked at you with such care and worry that you were reminded of your late dad. the man in front of you wasn't the arrogant man you've watched on youtube. you felt bad for stealing from him now. you used to think that he deserved it, despite how little you took compared to how much he had. the man knelt down before you so he didn't appear so big in front of you, seeing your frightened expression. little did he know you were frightened for a totally different reason.

"anyone else living here, kid? because i tracked down this address and someone has been stealing money from me. i might need to have a little talk with them." he explained, looking around the house. you fiddled with the hem of your shirt nervously, scared of what would come once you came clean about your actions. you were scared you were going to be taken in for juvenile crime but you were also scared of the consequences of lying straight to their faces. so you took a deep breath before deciding to just tell the truth.

"t–that would be me, sir." you admitted in a small voice, avoiding eye contact with the billionaire you had been stealing from. a few shocked looks from the team and an incredulous 'what?' from tony had you biting the inside of your cheeks in fear.

"i'm truly sorry about that, sir. i..." you trailed off, debating whether or not to justify your actions because you thought that he might not even want to listen to it. "i had to pay off my grandmother's hospital bills because she is very sick. my family died a few years ago in a car crash and i was the only one who made it. i was left some money to my name but having to survive on that along with paying off nana's bills, it was bound to run out. i...i thought that since you were a billionaire, stealing a few thousands wouldn't matter to you...i'm so sorry, sir. i– i'll start working to pay you back.." you stuttered out, holding your hands together so it would minimise the shaking.

tony's mouth opened and closed, like fish out of water, not knowing what to say to you. he stood up and you were on the verge of breaking down right then and there, feeling as small as you did before he knelt before you. "p–please don't report me, sir. i– i don't know what would happen to my nana if you do.. i swear to you that i didn't mess with your other files. i only accessed the system for your bank account and that was it. i have no ill intentions, please don't report me.." you were now the one kneeling down in front of him, begging.

the team were flabbergasted at the scene unfolding before them and tony was quick to get you off your knees, which scared you even more because the death grip of his metal hands on your forearms had your mind running wild at the millions of possibilities of what he would do to you. was he going to kill you and leave you somewhere that people were never going to find your body? or was he going to dispose of you and use his power to remove you permanently from the system so no one came looking for you? he had the power to ruin your life and you feared that.

snapping you out of your mental breakdown, he spoke softly. "hey, it's okay." and that was when you realised the 'death grip' he had on your forearms had only been your paranoia getting the best of you. he was barely even touching you. your teary eyes looked up at his soft, brown ones in fear.

then he smiled at you.

"it's okay. i understand the reason why you did what you did. you're a good kid, your nana is so lucky to have you. what's your name?" he knelt down before you once again, knowing that him standing tall in his iron man suit terrified you. "y/n." you responded timidly.

"how old are you, y/n?" this time, it was steve who asked. you had forgotten that there were other people in the room, too consumed by your fear for your life a few moments ago. "i'm fourteen, mr america, sir." you whispered out, the sight of captain america in person intimidating you until you saw a kind smile on his face.

"you're pretty young to be doing what you've been doing, y/n. are you aware that you're the first person to be able to hack into my heavily protected, supposedly impenetrable network? many have tried to do so and failed, and they were really smart people too. have you been doing this for a while?" tony asked.

"um...my father gifted me this laptop when i was 8 because i did exceptionally well in school. he believed i was a child prodigy and let me have a laptop since he knew my studies wouldn't be affected by the distraction of entertainment. i used to only hack into games to cheat my way up the ranks but only recently i tried something else since i had nothing better to do and i've been out of school for a while now. i knew you were a billionaire so i tried just for the heck of it and surprised myself when i got in on the first try. and then i saw your bank account details and i really needed money so i stole some... again, i'm so sorry about that." you apologised, looking down at your feet.

he couldn't believe it. you were just messing around and you managed to get into his system? you, a mere fourteen year old who was out of school, managed to single handedly do what geniuses around the world had failed to do?

he was initially just going to have a talk with the hacker, and in case they were dangerous and had backup, he brought his own. but bringing steve, natasha and peter proved to be unnecessary when the culprit turned out to be you.

"where did you learn those moves?" natasha stepped closer towards you. you looked up at the redhead, noticing the glare she had on you when she aimed her pistols at you was replaced with curiosity.

you fiddled with the hem of your shirt even more, embarrassed to tell her that you learned to fight from a couple of youtube videos when she had gotten years of actual training. you were pathetic compared to her. "i, um, i learned them from some youtube videos."

her eyebrows raised in surprise at the revelation. you hadn't gotten professional training yet you moved like you had. peter had superhuman strength, agility and endurance yet you took him down in under ten seconds. sure it may have been a disadvantage to peter because he was caught off guard but he should've been able to take you down still.

now was tony going to let the chance of a lifetime slip by? no, of course he was immediately thinking of recruiting you. your dad had been right about you being a prodigy. you adapted to new skills quickly and you were perfect for recruitment.

"hey kid, wanna be an avenger?"

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. steve immediately turned to him, an incredulous look on his face as he glared dangerously at the billionaire. "stark, you wanna think about this for a minute?"

"thank about what, cap? you saw what she did to the spiderling. and she successfully hacked into my system on her first try and we took weeks to trace her. romanoff back me up here," he saw how impressed natasha was by you and he knew the redhead wasn't going to disagree. "stark's right, steve. she's only fourteen and she's capable of so much already. we need someone like her."

"exactly! she's only fourteen! this life is dangerous for her!" steve argued. peter then tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "hey, mr rogers, i'm a sixteen-year-old avenger and she took me down easily. not gonna lie, it hurt my pride, also my back when you flipped me over your shoulder," he turned to you but you didn't say anything because you couldn't see his facial expression. "but i think she's going to be okay, sir."

steve sighed before turning to you, the defeated expression on his face softening when you looked up at him with your doe eyes and a small smile. you didn't answer to tony just yet since it seemed that steve had a say in it as well but you were dying to say yes. not only were you not going to be reported for your crimes but to be recruited by iron man himself to be an avenger? who could say no to that? not you, at least, since you had nothing better to do with your life at the moment.

"well, what do you say, kid?"

your smile grew and you nodded happily. the team couldn't help but crack a smile at how happy you looked for the first time since they've encountered you.

"well, you should go pack your important stuff so we can go back to the tower. you're going to be moving in if you're an official member of the avengers." tony told you and you nodded, walking towards your room to start packing while the team sat on the couch to wait for you.

"wait, what's going to happen to my nana?" you turned back towards them, worry etched onto you face. "don't worry about it, kid. you can give me the details later and i'll settle it. she'll be in good hands." he assured. "okay." you mumbled in response.

you were actually going to be an avenger. "awesome.." you grinned to yourself as you packed.

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Stranger Things Demon AU, Urgent

"What was up with that guy at the mall?" Steve finally asked Eddie as they arrived back at the trailer park. "That dude was a total asshole."

"Pffft, you're telling me." Eddie agreed as he got out of the minivan following Steve. "That was Jason Carver. King of Hawkins High and grade A douchebag. He's had it out for me since I started painting my fingernails black. Him and everyone else in this shit hole town."

"Huh, with your winning personality, I thought you'd be a lot more popular." Steve snarked as he followed Eddie back into the trailer.

"When you live in a place like Hawkins, everyone assumes that just because you like heavy metal music and Dungeons and Dragons, you have to automatically be a Satan worshipper."

"To be fair to them, you *did* summon me."

"I only did that because of this stupid book I found." Eddie replied. "Didn't think that shit was even real."

Steve wanted to reply but the phone on the wall next to him began to ring. Eddie walked past the demon and picked up.

"Munson residence, this is Eddie. What the fuck do you want?"

"Eddie!" An excited younger voice cut through the receiver. "Holy shit, I've been trying to call you all day."

"Hey, sorry I just got home." Steve hovered over his shoulder as he spoke. "What's up?"

"What's up? You said you were going to summon a demon with the book we found and then we didn't hear from you. We thought you like died or something."

"I'm fine Dustin. Well, mostly." The highschooler said as he glanced over at Steve.

"So did it work? Did you actually summon a demon?"

"....about that." Eddie stared at Steve, thinking for a moment before continuing. "I kind of have a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"It's hard to explain. Meet me in the park by my house. I'll show you."

"Bring the book too, my mom will kill me if she realizes I took it."

Eddie hung up, turning and coming practically nose to nose with Steve.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie jumped back. "You ever hear of this thing called personal space?"

"Who was that?" Steve completely ignored Eddie's question.

"Ugh, this kid from school. He's in this club I run." Eddie walked over to the table where he'd laid down the book from the night before and picked it up. "Gave me this. It's how I summoned you." The book was old, leather bound and falling apart at the seams. Steve snatched it from his hands. "Hey!"

"Where'd you get this?" Steve snapped at him.

"I just told you-this kid from school's mom. Why do you care?" Steve's eyes scanning the pages at Eddie grabbed at the book. Gripping part of it in his hands and trying to tug it away but the demon had a surprisingly strong grip. Okay maybe not so surprising considering he cold cocked Jason Carver, but still. The two fighting over the tome in a tug of war when there was a loud rip. The book tearing in half as both boys were sent flying to the floor.

"Ow...." Steve groaned loudly. Looking down to see he'd landed on Eddie, elbows first.

"Fuck dude, get your fat ass off me." Eddie pushed the demon off. Struggling for a moment to sit up.

"I'm not fat." The demon frowned. Eddie looked around the floor and let out a muttered curse as he began to gather up the pages.

"Great. Now you broke the book."

"Me? You tried taking it out of my hands."

"Because you stole it!" Eddie snapped back angrily. "Dustin's going to chew my ass out for this."

"It was an accident. I'm sure he'll get it."

~~

"What the fuck did you do?"

As Eddie predicted, Dustin very much did not understand as he pushed the remnants of the book across the picnic table to the younger boy.

"You can thank that dingus over there," Eddie jerked his thumb over his shoulder to point at Steve moping by the tree line. Dustin followed his finger and squinted as he looked the guy over.

"Who the hell is he?"

"A demon. Apparently." Eddie watched Dustin's eyes widen.

"You've gotta be shitting me, seriously?"

"I wish."

"Why does he...look like that?" Dustin gestured to the guy's clothes. "I thought he'd be more intimidating-wait why's he still here?"

"Because I didn't make a deal." Eddie grimaced as he looked over the destroyed book. "I don't want to sell my soul, I didn't think this would even work! And now he says I'm stuck with him until I make a deal...or I die."

"Shit man."

"Yeah. I was hoping you could find a way to fix this in the book but now it's all out of order and I can't read half of it cause it's in Latin. "

"Might take some scrap booking and translation but we can figure something out. I think Max could translate some of this. She spent a whole summer at some weird Catholic camp. Until then I guess you're stuck with him."

The two turned back to see the demon as he swatted himself in the face in an attempt to smack away a bug.

"You sure he's a demon?"

"Yeah. He's got wings and everything. His name's Steve."

"A demon, named Steve?" Dustin laughed. "That's like the least scary name I can think of. Steve?!"

"Hey I can hear you!" Steve called out to the two, clearly offended by what they were saying.

"So what are you going to do Monday?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you just going to leave him at home? You have to go to school."

Eddie paused. He...actually hadn't thought about that.

"Probably. It's not like I have to be next to him all the time."

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I’ve been fantasizing about writing a college! Au Marvel x dem College! Reader

Ive been thinking about this au for a while and I’m so ready to make it into a book either on Wattpad or here idk probably here

Warning read next line

Before reading: this post mentioned attempted sa, shirtless men, flirting, playboys, mentions of the following- car accident, drinking, an unrelenting ex boyfriend, people getting beat up, random girl getting beat up, cheerleader Natasha>>>, playboy behavior? Beware before reading- this doesn’t go into too much detail but be careful

Like imagine all the boys being in a frat and due to school rules they’re deciding to move out and rent a house and Steve invites his friend Natasha from the dance team who’s also a cheerleader (most of the boys are on sports teams/have sports scholarships) and she says she’ll only move with them if her two best friends Wanda and Y/n can move with her and they’re all like yeah sure

Wanda majoring in photography and minoring in literature

Y/n majoring in different arts and also minoring in literature which is how Wanda got added to the friend group

Y/n and Natasha being besties since high school started and Wanda being added so quickly

Imagine frat boy! Bucky Barnes who lost his arm in a car accident when he was younger, and he got a metal one who stars as quarterback on the football team

Frat boy! Cocky! Steve Roggers who’s idk a linebacker and has girls lining up to get a chance with him and basically worshipping him

Frat boy! Tony Stark who got in on an intelligence scholarship who’s has a new girl lining his bed every night and majors in robotic science who’s secretly a huge dork

Foreign exchange student! Frat boy! Thor Odinson who’s oblivious to how girls throw themselves at him more than he breathes and is an actual sweetheart who got scouted by the fraternity the moment he stepped on campus and is in the hockey team

Foreign exchange student! Frat boy! Loki Laufeyson who was forced into the frat by his dear brother Thor, who majors in literature which is how you bond and is actually such a playboy and girls drop to their knees at his words and accent

Frat boy! Bruce Banner who’s an angry drunk (💀) and was forced into the fraternity by his best friend tony, actually escapes the house during parties and is a sweet boy who’s gets ignored by girls cause he’s not a tall or outgoing or in their eyes “handsome” (who once beat the sh*t out of Loki while black out drunk) (see what I did there)

Frat boy! Clint Barton who secretly has issues about how everyone bullies him but he has a really sweet college girlfriend Laura! Who always has his back (was also forced into the frat cause of tony)

Frat boy! Pietro Maximoff who is forced into the frat when Wanda moves into the new house with y/n and nat cause he wants to protect her and is an honorary member of the girl squad, is the captain of the cross country track team (heheh), and is besties with Clint LMAO

Frat boy! Sam Wilson who is besties with Bucky and on the football team (idk a lot of football plays sorry besties) who is a simp for any girl and gets made fun of by Bucky because of it

Frat boy! Peter Parker who’s a inexperienced freshman on the baseball team who’s such a dork that tony took under his wing- he goes around the parties making sure all the girls are okay and nobody is getting taken advantage off and is an absolute simp for another freshmen who majors in literature (mj)

BRO I WANNA WRITE ABOUT THEM ALL BECOMING FRIENDS WITH y/n AND DEFENDING HER AND ASKING FOR HER HELP WITH HOMEWORK AND ESSAYS AND MAKING THE MOST IDIOTIC EXCUSES THAT MAKE NO SENSE

I imagine a scene where girls try to take advantage of drunk Thor trying to be the one to take his virginity cause look at him and y/n coming to his rescue and literally fighting the girl and locking Thor in her room where he’s safe (this is where their friendship starts)

Y/n helping Bucky with his math, a subject he’s tOtAlLy not failing, where he cracks jokes and doesn’t take it seriously until you stop tutoring him and he’s begging you for help cause he’s goin to get kicked off the team if he doesn’t get his grade up

Steve offering to model for y/n’s sculpting class and taking his shirt off, facing her just trying to get a reaction out of her, and ignoring all the other girls offering him compliments and and throws random questions your way and cracking jokes trying to get you to smile

Tony helping you with a science project and using it as a chance to get close to you and flirt and try and get to know you, (totally takes over your project btw you barely get to do anything, “hand me that.” “Will you get me something to eat?”) (you got an A)

I imagine a scene where girls try to take advantage of drunk Thor trying to be the one to take his virginity cause look at him and y/n coming to his rescue and literally fighting the girl and locking Thor in her room where he’s safe (this is where their friendship starts) (and Thor cuts back of the beer)

Loki and y/n bonding over authors when he finds you in his class (which he swears you were not in for the last four years) (you totally were) and start working on essays and projects together (who once kicked a girl off his lap when she saw a picture of you hanging in the hallway and started insulting you - he told her to leave the entire party and to watch her mouth (you were not told about this)

Bruce who invites you to come to him to his usual diner when one of the Friday night party’s gets to much cause he knows you have an essay due the next day and the music is taking over your room, helps your write it and stays out until 8am with you while you show each other your favorite spots around the city

Clint who you become great friends with him when he asks you for help picking out an anniversary gift for his girlfriend (you stay friends cause Laura and Clint are>>>>>)

Pietro who became friends with you in freshman year, when you became friends with Wanda, who sees you as another sister, who once beat your high school ex into the ground who showed ran into you in sophomore year at the mall (he was there with you buying a gift for Wanda’s birthday) (you had kicked him away from you temporarily to go get his gift)

Sam Wilson who you became great friends with when he and Bucky had a fight when Sam was supposed to be staying in bucky’s room (sm wrong with his room idk yet) and he stormed into your room rather than Steve’s by accident and didn’t notice while ranting and body slamming himself on your bed (you let him stay and you watched legally blonde together and helped him and Bucky become friends again)

And finally!!! Freshman Peter Parker who fawns over your artwork all the time (it’s more of a brother sister relationship) and stood up to your ex when he showed back up at a party and always asks for your advise on how to ask out his crush mJ and soon asks what he should wear to his dates with mj (it’s literally so cute)

(dw your ex got chased away by Natasha who got Thor and Steve’s attention and told them what he did to you) (your ex had to quite literally run away from them both after Thor threw a punch and broke his nose and he knew he stood no chance) (Steve sprinted after him until he was out of the neighborhood)