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scoops-aboy86 · 3 months

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modern steddie go on an all inclusive cruise for three months.. all u can eat food and drink… they both get pampered.. but one gets pampered and bigger

Man, you are such a gremlin for not deciding which one for me, now I gotta think about both, oh woe and lamentations. 😛

Here, have like, over 3k words total. Why am I like this, lol.

Eddie

1372 words

A lot can happen in three months.

Steve really wants to go to Italy and meet his mother’s estranged relatives over there. He’s very excited, been practicing his Italian nonstop with Robin ever since Eddie booked the Mediterranean cruise as a birthday present. Let’s also say this is part of the Seven Christmases universe where Eddie is a successful author and that’s how they could afford the trip (and include Robin and Vickie too, why not)… but it’s set before that fic, when Eddie is still relatively skinny. Steve just finished undergrad and is about to start work as an EMT, might try for a nursing degree someday but for now he’s not sure. He’s super excited about the vacation, he really needs the break.

Eddie’s looking forward to it too, but at the last minute his editor moves a deadline up on him so now he’s got to work on a draft and get it ready to send once they get back. He can still make the meetups with Steve’s relatives, but won’t have time for all the tourism stuff with his boyfriend and friends.

To still have as much time with Steve as possible, Eddie wakes up at whatever ass o’clock hour the walking tours start whenever the boat is docked. There’s an extensive breakfast buffet, which helps. Then, after waving Steve, Robin, and Vicki off on their adventures for the day, Eddie sets himself up with his laptop by the pool, a pitcher of sangria, and a steady stream of snacks from the attentive pool crew. They’re happy to bring him whatever he wants for lunch up from the dining hall, too. He works in the shade of a big umbrella, with occasional breaks to swim, but he burns really easily so mostly he just stays put.

Every meeting with Steve’s Italian family involves food, usually a big family dinner. Steve’s Italian is decent and Robin is fluent enough to chatter just as nonstop as she does in English (and her fluency makes Steve more competent somehow, it really is like they share a brain sometimes). Eddie and Vickie don’t know much Italian themselves, and become English practice for the relatives that speak it. And they keep. Bringing. Food. Vickie eats like a bird but Eddie loves it, tries everything and can never say no to seconds because it’s all homemade and simply amazing, even better than the cruise food. Sometimes by the end of the night he has to lean on Steve—the family is pretty free with the wine too, so it’s usually mutual.

In the first month, Steve tans a deep golden brown (all over, courtesy of their cabin’s private balcony that Eddie is very glad he sprung for, though he does also agree to taking a tourist day when the walking tour includes a nude beach) and Eddie’s usual bathing suit start to feel a little tight. It’s fine though, the boat has a small convenience store on board where he can get a new pair.

In the second month, Eddie starts saying goodbye to Steve at the buffet because he’s not quite done with breakfast. He ends up dozing off more by the pool, waking up whenever a waiter drifts by to order some of whatever new local spread is available that day. Work is still getting done, he’s still making good progress, so he figured it can’t hurt to make the most of whatever vacation time he can get. And, increasingly, Steve starts coming back between the morning and afternoon tours with treats from the shops he and the girls have visited. Somehow, despite the midday heat, this always seems to include gelato. “Never from the same shop twice,” Steve brags, and Eddie grins up at him and makes grabby hands for whatever it is this time. He discovered black sesame gelato early on, fell in love, and now Steve always gets him at least one scoop of that whenever a shop has it. Eddie’s current favorite combo is to pair it with raspberry.

By the third month, Eddie finishes his work but doesn’t feel up to the more intense walking tours. He stays on the boat for the morning, taking up his usual poolside lounger, but joins Steve and the girls on land for lunch—so much pizza, so many pastas, and so many gelato breaks as a palette cleanser. He’s embarrassed to realize one day that he has a sunburn on his tummy where it had peeked out from under the umbrella just enough, but Steve rubs aloe on it which turns into a sensual belly rub that has Eddie squirming under his hands… And it’s a nonsmoking cruise so there’s no after sex cigarette, but he decides that an after sex gelato break is even better. He sizes up his bathing suit a few more times—and somehow Steve hadn’t noticed that, because Eddie always sticks to black trunks, but he finds the older pairs and, curious, asks Eddie to try on the pair he originally packed.

And they quickly both realize that okay, yep, this is definitely going to be a Thing. Steve starts spending more time with Eddie by the pool, feeding him snacks and reapplying his sunscreen; this also gives Eddie a great view of his bronzed god of a boyfriend both in and out of the pool. Now instead of jumping in himself, his breaks involve going back to their cabin so they can fool around without an audience, and Steve can grope and fondle him like he’s been dying too the entire time they were out there, and Eddie can eat pastries that Steve squirreled away from the breakfast buffet without the hindrance of his now always strategically one size too small (at least) swim trunks.

By the time they’re on the plane back home, Eddie is relieved that the window seat next to his middle seat is vacant, because the arms between the seats are just a little bit constricting around his middle. He rests a hand sheepishly on the upper curve of his belly, pressing a little to feel how much softer he’s gotten in just three months eating nothing but carb-loaded Italian fare while hardly moving around. It’s kind of amazing. Kind of makes him horny, even though the mile high club isn’t an option, those airplane bathrooms always felt coffin-sized and now…

“I should probably back off on this, huh?” he says to Steve.

Steve looks up from reading the plane safety information like a goody two shoes, even though they’re all basically the same. “On what?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow and pats his stomach, causing himself to jiggle a bit. Most of the weight has gone to his belly, now resting slightly on his lap, though his ass and thighs are probably tied for second place. He’d had to buy new pants before heading to the airport because even his latest new swim trunks were borderline inappropriate to wear in public, panicking a little and buying a little too big; now he has to hold onto his waistband when he walks or they’re in danger of sliding down.

“Oh.” Steve puts the safety information back in the seat pocket in front of his aisle seat. “If you want. We’re technically still on vacation though, so…” And he pulls his backpack from under the seat. Every other day of the trip this pack has been reserved for what Steve calls his Day Supplies—sunscreen, water bottles, hats, sunglasses, migraine meds just in case, extra shirts and socks, aloe gel, travel book, a pocket English-Italian dictionary, Boy Scout pocket knife, and god knows what else. But now, Eddie can see when he unzips it, the backpack is stuffed full of snacks, some store bought sweets but some home-wrapped leftovers from the family visits. “It’s not gelato, but it’s a nine hour flight, so I thought we could, uh.” His cheeks are visibly heating up, lips parted in that dazed, eager look he’s had more and more lately these past few weeks. “Help those pants fit a little better?”

And oh, yeah, this is definitely going to be a thing.

Steve

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A lot can happen in three months.

Corroded Coffin has successfully made it into the international metal music scene and just finished up a tour, and since school just ended for the summer and Steve is released from his teacherly duties he joins Eddie across the pond. It’s not so much one cruise as a series of river cruises booked specifically for the band and their significant others, no expenses spared because the label is pumped about these guys. The itinerary includes (not necessarily in this order) Germany, the Czech Republic, Austria, Switzerland, France, Belgium, and the Netherlands, ending in Amsterdam.

And, look, Eddie and Steve haven’t seen each other in person in months. There’s only so much Facetiming and texting a man can do before he wants to spend an entire week in bed with his boyfriend, and the room service is exquisite. They literally don’t leave the room for days, and are met with wolf whistles from the rest of the passengers when they do finally emerge.

Steve had been a little nervous about the trip at first because he’s… Well, he’s missed Eddie, and he’s maybe been eating his feelings about it a little bit. Had to size up his wardrobe a bit, enough that the former high school athlete in him is a little embarrassed. But that first week completely wipes out any insecurity he might have had about his body, because Eddie can’t get enough of him.

They might have left their cabin, but they’re still attached at the hip. Eddie absolutely dotes on Steve, pulling him into his lap at every opportunity (the guys take to goodnaturedly complaining about this as a “chair shortage problem”). He’s constantly like, “Ooh, Steve, you need to try this!” because, despite his parents’ jet setting lifestyle, it’s Steve’s first time in most of these countries and he has had little to no exposure to Eastern European cuisine.

Now, we’re talking about rock stars here, so of course there’s booze and drugs. Mostly just booze and pot, and they’re careful to be discreet about the latter because Gareth has watched that Locked Up Abroad tv show and is determined to make that everyone’s problem—but yeah. Eddie’s favorite thing to do is take a hit and beckon Steve over to shotgun with him, which always devolves into making out until someone throws something at them. Steve is more of a social smoker than anything else these days so it usually hits him fast, and he’ll camp out on Eddie’s lap, playing with his curls and enjoying Eddie feeding him little tidbits near-constantly until the high wears off and he realizes that Eddie’s legs are kind of bony. So he stands up, and then Eddie tries to follow but has to (has to, don’t question him, it’s 100% necessary) cling around Steve’s middle for stability because his legs have gone all pins and needles while Steve was sitting on him.

Sometimes they do leave the boat for short excursions to cool things, mostly ruined churches or famous graveyards for the aesthetic, but sometimes just strolling through obscure little towns. Steve tags along, often with something to eat in one hand because Eddie keeps darting into various shops and coming out with something for him, and it feels like the best vacation he’s ever had in his life. He doesn’t think too much about how the excursions never seem to be very long or involve many stairs, or how his clothes are starting to feel tight, or how when Eddie comes up behind him and wraps both arms around Steve’s middle from behind, those arms don’t overlap in front quite as much as they used to. Too busy having fun, too busy with his mouth full (of food or drink or Eddie)—and Eddie never says anything, so Steve not to let it bother him.

They’re out one night at a little restaurant or possibly someone’s house, no one’s quite sure because only their tour guide speaks the local language, when partway through dinner Eddie notices Steve looking uncomfortable and asks what’s wrong. The problem is that Steve’s pants are tight enough that they’re cutting into his waist, and there’s been enough food and beer already to bloat him out a little and make it worse. Steve is embarrassed, but Eddie susses out the problem soon enough and whispers back that he should just unbutton them and untuck his shirt, no one will notice. At first Steve just says it’s fine, but then Eddie promises that he just wants him to be comfortable and that if Steve’s a good boy who does what he’s told there will be a reward as soon as they’re back in his cabin. Gets a little graphic with the murmured details, but it’s a good motivator; Steve’s eyes have nearly drifted shut as he unzips and bites back a sigh of relief.

That night, Eddie shows him in no uncertain terms how much he loves Steve’s body. He kisses stretch marks and the fading indents where the pants had dug into his belly, the line down from his navel where the fly had strained to contain him. Eddie always makes Steve feel so loved, but this is different; this is like worship, and the bottom his softened belly is so sensitive that everything Eddie does there stokes the fire of want into an incandescent bonfire.

The next night they have dinner on the boat and there’s a gorgeous firework show between the final entree and dessert. Everyone’s standing on the pool deck to watch when suddenly Steve turns to Eddie and finds him down on one knee, offering a silver ring shaped like a coiled dragon with tiny opals for eyes. “I want to hoard you like gold, Stevie,” Eddie tells him earnestly. “My Arkenstone, for the rest of our lives. If you’ll have me.”

Steve knows that one; The Hobbit is easier for him to get through than the actual Lord of the Rings trilogy, which Eddie has read aloud to him several times over the years. “Isn’t that the stone that made that dwarf king really greedy?”

“Nah,” Jeff calls helpfully, “it was mostly wearing a Ring of Power that corrupted—”

Jeff’s girlfriend slaps a hand over his mouth with a whispered, “Let the man propose!”

“This is not a ring of power,” Eddie hastily assures Steve, who is smiling so hard his face hurts. “Nowhere near as precious as you—”

“Oh my god,” Gareth mutters somewhere behind them, and Eddie whips a middle finger in his direction without bothering to look away.

“Yes,” Steve blurts, and everything after that is cheers and fireworks and champagne and a cake with CONGRATS written across the top in thick icing. “What would you have done if I’d said no?” he asks on the way back to the cabin, pleasantly full with the last several pieces of said cake and his pants surreptitiously unzipped again.

“Oh, there’s a second cake,” Eddie replies nonchalantly. “Jeff was in charge of ordering them, so it probably says ‘Sucks to be Eddie” on it or somethi—Steve?”

Steve has stopped walking, a thoughtful look on his face and one hand (the one with the engagement ring) rubbing slow circles on his belly, and it’s in part because it’s just fully hit him that this entire trip was probably planned around the proposal. That Eddie loves him enough to want to make it forever. He notices the way Eddie’s eyes zero in on the movement too, how Eddie swallows hard as his shirt starts to ride up a tiny bit, exposing a sliver of soft, hairy, pool-side vacation tanned skin. Thinks about the way Eddie has been touching him during sex lately—grabbing his ass, caressing his thighs, alternating between reverently gentle and passionately rough when gripping his new love handles, more insatiable than ever and that’s saying something.

“I could eat more cake,” Steve says, and watches as his boyfriend’s—his fiancé’s eyes dilate, especially when he hitches his shirt up a bit more. And Steve smiles.

The rest of the trip goes by in a blur of food and drink. Eddie, if it’s possible, dotes on Steve even more, bringing him seconds and thirds and refills while insisting he doesn’t need to get up. And Steve has never particularly liked being waited on, but when it’s Eddie? When Eddie is making him happy just by being himself, soft under all the leather and tattoos and piercings and loud music, and Steve is making him happy just by enjoying himself? It feels amazing. It fills Steve with a sweet ache for more, and he’s more than content to answer that by constantly grazing.

By the time they reach Amsterdam, Steve is in all new clothes because he’d outgrown just about everything in his suitcase. This is where he truly goes wild, to Eddie’s delight… because they keep popping in and out of coffee shops to keep a good high going and it makes Steve ravenous, enough to take initiative and drag him into restaurants and shops to whisper a pouty little demand rather than waiting for Eddie to provide. There’s an ever-present bag of stroopwafels in Steve’s fist, eaten in between stops for piles of French fries, satay, gyros, poffertjes, bitterballen, and that one fondue restaurant that makes Steve light up the second he sees it.

Afterwards, Steve barely remembers the city and is so full he’s not sure how he got himself to bed. Eddie, giving him belly rubs and more bites of stroopwafel (eagerly accepted, despite Steve’s engorged and sleepy state; if the past three months have taught him anything it’s that he could really get used to this), says that just means they’ll have to visit again before nuzzling and kissing his way down the swollen gut, taut as a drum but still with a layer of quivering softness at its lowest curve.

“We’re flying home first class tomorrow,” he purrs, stroking Steve’s sensitive sides even as his mouth moves lower. “Nice, long, direct flight… extremely comfy seats. Plenty of time to catch up on lost sleep. If you’re up for it?”

Steve stretches with a happy moan and a stifled burp. “I’m up for it. Are naps allowed though? I might doze off after, so fucking full…”

He can feel Eddie’s sharp grin against the padded crease of his thigh. “I suppose I’ll allow it. If you do, mind if I keep going?”The rest of the night is very long, and very good. Steve sleeps peacefully all through the flight home, Eddie (his fiancé) playing soothingly with his belly under the fluffy first class airplane blanket the entire time.

#ask #hotluncheddie #wg steddie #chubby eddie munson #italian steve harrington #chubby steve harrington #rock star eddie munson #scoops words #cruise wg au #laughing at how both scenarios are about eddie treating steve to an awesome vacation #i've never actually been on a cruse so i'm basing all this on my parents' vacation stories and like. movies or whatever.#there's actually a third scenario but i'm cutting myself off. i'll post that separately later once it's done.

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duck-in-a-thrift-store · 27 days

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Alright we've finally reached the basement and backyard! This one might be extra long because there's a lot to cover

(image credits to/designs made using the app HomeByMe from Dassault Systèmes SE)

I don't think you can tell from the picture but there's a retaining wall across the front due to the hill that butts up against the front of the house, as mentioned in the last installment. There wasn't a front yard in the last part bc I imagine they're kind of right on the road (sort of like the og full house) and the driveway wraps around one side and down from the road in front to the garage in the back (I had already added a lot of extra space and stuff to this level and the app was starting to get a little glitchy so I decided against expanding the area further lol)

So anyway, the basement is where a lot of the various practical function type rooms are; we've got the laundry room in the front, the kitchen and the dining room on the right, etc.

There's the garage, please ignore the car that's in there as there weren't a lot of options and I know that one little minivan (I think it was a minivan?) is definitely not going to cut it for a household of this size but they didn't have any actual vans and I didn't have space to include multiple cars, so just use your imagination and picture that there are two more cars parked outside along the driveway or smthn (I'm thinking Steve has his car but he mostly lets Nancy or Jonathan drive it since his vision is starting to get worse, Eddie has his van, and Argyle still has the surfer boy pizza van bc he got to keep his old job but got transferred to a new location. Don't question the logistics of that it's not important)

You're probably wondering what the hell a "dog room?" is. I couldn't think of a better name for it, but basically I decided they should have a dog and that they adopt a stray they find, and this is the room where they keep the dog stuff. He's got a bed and a crate and his bowls in there, and it's also where they keep his food and all the other dog-related supplies. There's a door giving direct access to the yard from this room, and a hook by the door to hold a leash. All that said, the dog doesn't end up actually being in this room all that much besides when he eats, since everyone takes turns letting him sleep in their rooms and he's pretty much glued to his humans' sides when they're home

Beside the dog room is the aforementioned laundry room. I haven't decided for sure yet whether each person is responsible for their own laundry or if there's a designated laundry-doer (as well as other assigned chore roles) so we'll have to come back to that later

Next is the kitchen, and I'm following the lead of what seems to be majority consensus in fandom that Steve is a good cook, so he's usually the one making family meals in here. Also, El frequently sneaks down into the basement for late night eggos, and Will- who had become familiar with this habit of hers during their time in Lenora- sometimes accompanies her (trust that this au will have some strong willel sibling vibes bc its one of my favorite underexplored tropes in canon)

The kitchen is connected to the dining room; they're not actually separate rooms there's just a sort of mostly-for-aesthetic-purposes divider between them. The dining room is where they sit when everyone shares a meal or when they have company over for dinner, otherwise people just sort of take their food wherever they want if they're eating alone. They eat dinner together most nights

There's a door from the dining room out onto a patio, which is fitting since the patio is pretty much just a smaller, outdoor dining room (that's a picnic table in the middle). They grill sometimes but also just go out there to eat like, pb&js and chips in the warm sunlight and fresh air. It's also a place to sit and dry off or hang out after a swim, and the lower end has a pool shed where they store stuff like floats and nets and salt bags

Past the pool shed is the actual pool, which is an emotionally weighted part of the setting for several characters. El doesn't like the pool very much and mostly avoids it at first, but eventually she grows to love swimming (this au is also going to involve a lot of reclamation of things formerly tied to trauma). Steve on the other hand has very mixed feelings about the pool which he mostly tries to ignore. Mike tends to get weirdly clingy when Will wants to swim and always insists on going with him

Next to the back door is the external stairs to the deck on the first floor, and right inside the door is another mud room (don't ask me why they need two I didn't know what else to put in the space ok? Besides maybe it's just a matter of preference, some people prefer coming in through the basement and some prefer coming in through the first floor). Further in is the living room, which is sort of a more formal/intimate gathering space in some ways compared to the den upstairs; the den is for friends and neighbors, the living room is for family, if that makes sense? Or just for more "serious" company or family meetings

Back out into the yard, there's the gardening/tool shed, where Argyle likes to build birdhouses and the original party likes to tinker with old electronics, and where they keep the supplies for the greenhouse right next to it. They started growing their own fruits and vegetables out of necessity at first, back when everyone was nervous to leave the house, but now its use is mostly split between what Steve grows for use in the kitchen and Eddie & Argyle's home-grown weed

I think that's just about everything. The next installments will most likely be about roommate pairings and more in-depth bedroom designs

#full house au #stranger things fanfic #house plans #current project #duck designs houses (apparently)

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delving-verilly · 1 year

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Steve Harrington - Secondary Teacher

Not sure original sources, if you know, let me know and I can credit.

Imagine 40-year-old Steve Harrington as a Secondary Teacher - History. He survived having his heart broken, being beaten to a pulp by numerous factors/people, being drugged by Russians and journeys into the Upside Down, including being choked out and eaten alive by bats (of which he still bears the scars from).

A failed marriage with Nancy Wheeler after she discovered a relationship based on trauma with Jonathan was never a healthy core. Rather than clinging to the familiar, she decided she didn't love Steve and left him after years of marriage, moving to New York to have a new start, argued by Steve something she should have done rather than marry him.

He also survived a failed relationship with Eddie Munson (yeah, he survived, too), where they bonded through shared trauma. Never a healthy basis for a relationship. It resulted in a nipple piercing, a couple of small ink pieces, and another big dose of heartbreak.

He has come out the other side half-deaf with PTSD, TBI, ongoing headaches and scarring. He still has his bat, though. After years of therapy, he managed to get on top of it all. He embraced his health and swims regularly, trains in boxing (he got sick of having his arse handed to him), weights and regularly participates in tournament bowling with other teachers for fun. He also picked up the guitar with Eddie; arguably, his style is more subdued than Eddie's.

He now lives in Indianapolis, where most of the Hawkins folk were relocated to after Hawkins got locked down and closed off by the government under cover of a 'chemical spill'. Others moved far away. Steve's parents passed away, leaving him, as their only child, pretty much everything. So he invested most of it, bought a nice condo for himself and invested in the one next door where Robin lives. She also became a Teacher, so they still drive to school together. He figured somewhere along the line he was good with kids, and sure enough, he is. Brilliant.

You meet him at a conference in town around developing resilience in youth. He gets excited because you can talk about theory and practice with him and get as excited as he does about how complacent the system is about actively individualising learning compared to cookie cutter, where so many special needs kids are left out or behind or targeted. He takes you for a lunch date and is the consummate gentleman. If anything, you think he's not interested because of metaphorically how far back he stands. You realise there is baggage there, but you also realise he is actively working on bettering himself and growing from it, which is the most attractive thing to you.

The bond is formed slowly, bit by bit, across multiple 'lunch' dates and random walks along the water. Not through trauma like his other relationships, but through genuine care and shared interest. It both terrifies and exhilarates him, and eventually, he lets you in, and you witness the biggest unselfish heart you've ever known.

#Teacher!Steve Harrington #40+ Steve Harrington #Older Steve Harrington #Relationships built on trauma are toxic #Steve Harrington #Joe Keery

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dragonsbone · 2 years

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too many ideas, too lazy to write ✨ ↳ stacey adams, cigarette daydreams 🎀

Briarwood Crescent was a street many in Hawkins, Indiana, wished to live on. The homes were the biggest ones ever built in the small town. They each had their own heated pool, plenty of acres to have a playground in the backyard, five bedrooms with bathrooms included, and so much more. Only those who were rich beyond comparison were able to live on that particular street. The rest of Hawkins could only dream as they pass by the neighborhood on the way to work.

There were two houses at the end of the cul de sac on Briarwood Crescent. One belonged to the Harrington family while the other belonged to the Adams family.

Richard and Martha Harrington’s son, Steve, lived in the house on the left. Steve Harrington was the King of Hawkins High. He was Mr. Popular, Mr. Cool, Steve “The Hair” Harrington. The boy other teenagers longed to be. Co-captain of the swim team and a valuable player on the basketball team. He was a charmer, a ladies man, a world-class jock. He could do and have anything he wanted without repercussion. Which, happened to include, scoring a date with sweet, little Nancy Wheeler.

Next to the Harringtons on the right was Scott and Haley Adams with their daughter, Stacey. Stacey Adams was the girl who had it all. Perfect life, perfect grades, perfect boyfriend. Perfect everything. She spent most of her time at ballet practice, reading scholarly novels, or going out of her way to do community service. There was no flaw a person could detect from the prettiest, nicest, and goody-little-two-shoes girl of Hawkins, Indiana.

Although they were neighbors and their paths do cross very regularly, Steve and Stacey weren’t what one would call “friends”. Sure, they had the mutual friends and have gone to parties together in a group setting, but they hardly would ever interact with each other if it weren’t for those circumstances. It wasn’t like they hated each other or anything. In fact, both were equally indifferent. Just two people who couldn’t hold a conversation for more than five seconds with each other.

When suddenly, they found themselves in situations where they couldn’t seem to get away from each other. Which, of course, happened to include fighting a monster with no face from another dimension.

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straykidsnerd255 · 11 months

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Please may I have Stranger things headcanons of Steve with a female S/O who had basically been in the Hawkins Lab since she was very young..she had been a test subject because of her powers which is practically identical to Juvia Lockser's from Fairy tail and that included the way that S/O spoke in third person and her behaviour and attitude and powers (Rain). She managed to escape the Hawkins lab with Eleven who is actually her younger sister. (Yes..Eleven and S/O are blood related).

Eleven's relationship with her older sister too..

(I apologise if the headcanons are too much)

Yes, you sure can! Hope that you enjoy it!!<3

Steve x Female Reader HC

You talking in the third person doesn’t bother Steve in the least.

When he finds out that you are 11’s older sister, he is shocked but finds that he can’t be shocked when he can see the resemblance between both you and 11.

When you used your powers for the first time, everyone but 11 was shocked.

Steve was adamant about watching you use your magic as much as he could. He found it fun and amazing.

“You want to watch Y/n use her magic again?” You asked.

Steve sat on the edge of the pool while you were swimming around in the water.

You swirled your hands around and paid close attention to Steve’s face as you swirled your arms in such a way.

You giggled when Steve jumped to his feet and dove into pool water as you threw a little bit of water towards him.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow and watching Steve swim around in circles.

When it came time to have all the children at your place with Steve to have a movie night, you had prepared the snacks and the drinks.

Steve chose the movie and got the kids settled and ready.

11 leaned back against your legs as the movie began, pizza in her right hand and a soda in her left.

You slowly began to fall asleep during the movie, and leaned your body against Steve's shoulder.

The next morning, you get up for your morning job with 11 and find her waiting at the front door.

“You ready 11?” you ask, a smile on your face.

11 nodded her head and smiles up at you.

When you and 11 return, Steve is damn near hyperventilating.

Having your little sister as a telekinetic and you being a water manipulator helps out when fighting breaks out.

You would be with Steve and the others as you entire the upside down and try to figure out how to stop everything.

You are extremely protective of Max.

You are with her and around her nearly every single moment of the day.

When it's just you and Steve, you are a cuddle bug.

He will wrap his arms around you and hold you close while you are either reading a book or watching a movie.

“Y/n wants a kiss, Steve.” You yell from your shared bedroom.

It took a few weeks for Steve to realize that you speak in the 3rd person.

However, he finds it adorable.

“I’m on my way love. Let me just finish doing my hair,” he called out.

You groan playfully before going back to your book.

You had the day off today and decided to get the house cleaned and read while Steve was at work for the day.

“Here you big baby.” He laughed when you pouted but lifted yourself up to meet his lips

“I’ll be home in a couple of hours. I love you.” He said.

“Y/n loves you too!” Y/n called as he chuckled leaving the house.

#Female reader #Steve harrington #Steve x female reader #Stranger things x reader #head canons #requested #@the-letter-horror-lover #enjoy

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steddiesupportgroup · 2 years

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Okay hear me out, musical prodigy Eddie. Just like Robin, his ears are little geniuses; he taught himself to play guitar just by listening to his favorite songs over and over again. Throughout school he’d sneak into the music room and skip class to play piano. At first he can’t read music for shit, but it doesn’t take long for him to remember which keys make what sound and how to turn every one of them into a song. String instruments are his favorites- he picks up violin, cello, bass, and harp with such ease it’s almost scary.

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Only a couple of his friends know about it and maybe they think classical instruments are kind of lame, but a couple of the band kids find him at it one day and he’s like “Shit, I’m not supposed to be here,” but they start losing their minds over it. They toss him every instrument, including wind and brass, just to see if he can pick it up and are thrilled when he can. They give him tips, invite him to practice with them and word gets around amongst the band kids that Eddie “the Freak” Munson has freakishly good ears and can learn any instrument in about fifteen minutes.

They beg him to join band (especially Robin, even though she’s super jealous) but the band teacher won’t have it because even though Eddie’s fantastic, he still takes everything up to level 100. He likes to perform, he wants to make people gasp and laugh so he plays Winter- the Four Seasons by Vivaldi on violin and walks all over the chairs, knocks over music stands and head banging as much as he can. He’s still all leather and spikes and if classical music wasn’t metal as fuck before, it sure is now.

He only plays soft quiet things, coming up with his own music on the spot, when he sneaks in to play by himself. He’s definitely not allowed after school hours but he doesn’t care and neither does anyone else. He bangs on the piano with lightning fast fingers, his eyes closed and head tossed back and he’s in his element. Robin says that if he’d come from a rich family he would’ve been famous, but Eddie doesn’t care. It’s probably more fun to make the band kids go crazy than play for a bunch of rich, stuffy assholes, anyway.

Bonus points if Steve walks by the band room one night after basketball/swim practice and sees Eddie going at it on his own. No one needs to know if he watches through the window and hears him play through the crack in the door.

#this got a little out of hand but I’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the day #idk anything about music but feel free to add on if you do!#also I did play violin for a second when I was a kid #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson #robin buckley #music prodigy!Eddie #steddie #stranger things 4

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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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You Looking at me, Looking at you

Word count: 10,356

Part: 1/2 (next part will be out soon let me know if you want to be tagged)

Summary: Steve Harrington has fought a demogorgan and numerous demo dogs. Those were supposed to be the scariest and most challenging things he’s ever done in his life. Instead, he quickly discovers the most scariest and gorgeous thing in Eddie Munson. A freak and supposed outcast he is supposed to teach how to swim before he graduates. Which in itself alone could spark PTSD in anybody. Flirting with fake southern accents, sharing a joint and slowly becoming closer Steve slowly realizes that D.A.R.E should have a whole course talking about what you should do to avoid becoming addicted to one human being. Specifically Eddie Munson, who has become the center of his universe in a shockingly short amount of time.

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"𝕻𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝕭𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖜, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗. 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖊, 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚"

Swim practice always began at two thirty five. Always five minutes after the last bell released all of the kids from their final class of the day. Leaving only five minutes for Steve to sprint to the locker room, strip and be on the edge of the pool waiting for his coach to come out. Whistle over his hairy chest, and tiny shorts on. There was no reason for Mr. Winchester to be shirtless or in such tiny shorts, no one on the swim team has ever seen him even touch the water. Let alone in it. Today started off like most days. Make sure not to eat anything with in the hour, rush to be there on time and wait anxiously on the side of the pool. Steve always had a problem with waiting. He just wanted to jump right in and get wet, holding his breath and just floating under the water sitting at the bottom of the pool for just a minute before coming back up. Swimming the eight feet smoothly.

The doors behind the line of boys slams open. A loud laugh as someone's voice bounces off the walls. Causing everyone to cringe, as they all assume that this was just some random kid coming in to laugh at them. If they all had placed bets that moment all of them would have bet for the same thing. Standing in the doorway stood Eddie Munson. A metal head loser who didn't have any problems sneering at any form of jock in the hallways or hopping up on a lunch table and going into a loud tangent over conformity.

They all watch as the others nose scrunches up, the smell of chlorine hitting him. The way his face goes a light pink as he looks at the line of different shirtless guys with swimming trunks that barely hid anything. Steve, for a split second is distracted by his desire to jump into the deep end along with his other teammates. Curious as to how this guy was going to react, the obvious vein that was popping from his neck was an interesting sight. Though before anyone can say anything, the locker-room doors slam open.

"Munson! Strip and get in line! ASAP, or you will be failing gym this year!"

Steve, along with the other guys on the swim team quickly stiffen up and look forward. Used to the strict manner of Coach Winchester. Standing up straight and tall everyone keeps their eyes forward as they hear grunts coming from behind them. Chains clinking to the floor, all of them including Steve wished they could look behind them and see what was going on. Though they could only watch the teachers face, which goes a little red from irritation. The sounds of clothing being dropped to the ground were obvious, and the guy to Steve's right was holding his breath. Fighting back a few chuckles, up until Eddie mutters under his breath. Only for the teenagers surrounding him to here.

"God, never seen a man more excited about getting a guy naked,"

Eddie Munson was a interesting case, a well known class clown that was bound to make everyone laugh at some point. His first victim was Bobby Riley. A guy who Steve has only had a proper conversation with only a handful of times. From the small impression he had, the guy took swimming seriously. Obviously for the scholarships. Hearing the soft snort coming from him of all people meant they were all screwed. Winchester hears the soft noise and his eyes fly over his team. With military experience, he has always expected some of the rules to drift over to swimming. If you were going to be on his team, you would take it seriously. "Riley, ten laps back and forth now." He spits out. Leveling the suspects down to Bobby, who was the only one who was squirming in his place.

Without argument Bobby Riley moves diving in the water, swimming fluidly under the water. Making it halfway through the pool before coming up for air. Not stopping from moving forward. "Munson, take Riley's spot? Steven, make sure he doesn't crack his head open like a dumbass." The man barks out. Steve stiffens up just a little bit as he feels the presence of the other boy now next to him. A little to close to him for what the line should be. He would glance over but he knew that would receive him twenty laps for breaking position.

"Yes Sir." He says softly. Never having to raise his voice, letting the walls carry it over to the approaching man. Who was now in front of Kyle Evans. Who was staring forward blankly and not reacting in the slightest. The coach stares him down for a few seconds before the demeanor of the boy shakes. Winchester shakes his head with a eye roll before moving to the next boy, and then the next. Searching for something that was unknown amongst the team.

Steve was the next one to receive the stare down. He keeps his chest raised, breathing in slowly and releasing air softly as he doesn't break eye contact with the older. He could feel Eddie's eyes on the both of them. Whatever the man seems to be searching for, he finds when Steve doesn't break like the others. "Well seems like Harrington is the only one out of the lot of you to have some respect and discipline. All of you! Ten laps with Riley!" Steve moves to follow along listening to orders but he is stopped just as fast as they were spoken "Harrington, you're going to have to teach this joke how to swim. Think you can handle that? Know you have the life guard experience."

Steve nearly hesitates, almost says no. He doesn't have this. He didn't want to teach Eddie Munson how to swim. The guy would be a waste of his time. Realistically, this was a opportunity of being on coaches good side. The whole team knew that when you were there you would receive all the perks. So instead of hesitating he takes the whole situation with stride. Speaking confidently but not cocky as he answers. "Yeah, I can handle it coach."

The coach pauses for a second looking through him again, as if he was thinking. "Good. This will be a practice run for now. Take him to the kitty pool out back where the juniors swim and show him some things. But after today you will have to figure out how to teach him on your own personal time." The others voice is gruff as he talks.

Well shit, what the hell did Steve just get himself into?

Ten minutes later, Steve discovered the spawn of Satan. The bane of his existence. The eighth wonder of the world. He's sure finding Atlantis or proving that aliens were real would be a lot easier then whatever the hell was going on now. Eddie Munson was like a fish. Out of water. Flopping around like he was on land, instead of being in water. Water was spraying all over the place and Steve was really trying to be patient. Not many words were passed between the two of them but this was not working.

"Munson! For the love of god will you stop just for five seconds!" Steve yells over the splashing of the water. He is tempted to snap at the guy. But after five minutes in the pool he had quickly caught onto the fact that the other wasn't doing this on purpose. Which was a little bit scary, because that meant he was just that bad at swimming. The guy looked like a puppy meeting water for the first time. Pouncing around and splashing water all over. His hair was laying flat down on his forehead and in his face, matting over his shoulders. Constantly flipping the water out of his hair without any luck of getting it out of his face. If Steve was going to be doing this more then once he made note of being a small box of hair ties for the other to wear.

Unlike Steve, Eddie was in a pair of his checkered boxers. Falling down his hips a little with the water, and god forbid if Steve looked longer then five seconds he was definitely able to see through them. He was the opposite of Steve. Steve was a bit buffed up, tanned out with freckles dotting along his skin. Eddie was scrawny, paler then a corpse and had small scratch like tattoos over his body. Though one similarity the two had were the scars. Eddie had random lines across his ribs, and little circle like scars that looked like burnt marks. Steve, was scarred up pretty good from his last encounter with the upside down. A light scar on his cheek bone from where Billy had cracked a plate against along with the top of his head.

"I have no idea what I am doing!" Eddie yells back. Looking a tad annoyed, moving the back of his hands through his curls as he glares at the other with a huff. Now he looked like a very wet rat and if Steve could laugh he would. It was an amusing sight watching the self acclaimed metal head try to look intimidating like this. His eyes must flicker with a little bit of amusement, as the other begins to throw himself around a bit. Rolling his eyes as he moves sloshing his way out of the water. Struggling to walk with the water against his ankles. Working his way to the side of the pool as he curses. "You know what! Fuck this!" He grumbles out.

Steve feels bad, groaning as he runs a hand through his hair. That has yet to get soaked with their time being out here. Though it was just a tad damp from running wet fingers through it "Oh come on Munson, I didn't expect you to know what you are doing. I'm sure if I randomly showed up to your front step and asked you to teach me-" he pauses to think what the other could possibly teach him. The other seems to pause to look at him curiously. Shoulders tense. This was the moment that would decide whether or not Eddie would stick around to take these lessons. "Fuck- what's the name. Shit Dnd - dragons and dungeons or whatever the hell the name is. I'm sure you would laugh at a stupid jock trying to swim in your expertise." Steve rambles out a little. Moving his arms to cross over his chest. That was bare, freshly waxed the other day.

He's not sure whether his speech worked or not until the other groans. Grumbling a little bit, "I hate that you are right. Though it's Dungeons and Dragons." He complains moving to wade his way to a more shallow part. Moving closer to Steve in the process who was tilting his head as he snaps his fingers as the other says the name.

Sighing as he rubs the side of his face with a chuckle, "sorry you would think after listening to four kids rant about the game I would remember the order of the words." He says softly. Hoping he didn't offend the other, like he normally did Dustin and Mike whenever he said the name wrong. Though he's sure the kids thought he did it on purpose. He didn't. "Though, you do need more control over your limbs then what you got." He comments. Eyes not moving away from the others movement. Watches the other sit on the side of the pool, leaving his feet in the water.

"And, you need to get swim trunks that aren't white." A look of confusion flashes over the others face, seemingly not processing that he was wearing very see through boxers. Steve snorts as he shakes his head amused, "I've seen your balls more then I've seen your face dude." He teases as he moves getting out of the water. Figuring that they were done for the day. Pulling himself up from the side watching droplets of water fall on the cement from his trunks. Moving and tossing an extra towel towards the other, not bothering to grab his own knowing that he would be in the pool again.Watching the other toss the towel through his mane, giving him a second before he begins to wave his hand to get the other to follow him. Leading him to the shower area where he quickly shows him how to get the shower going before he was leaving the boy behind. Ignoring the way the other had gone silent all of a sudden, with a light blush over his face.

Steve on the other hand moves to the pool, right as the last of the guys were leaving. Closing the doors behind them. He sighs gently as he pops some of his tense bones before he's moving and gracefully diving in the water. Doing what he has been craving for over a hour. Just floating at the bottom of the pool and just letting everything drift away just for a few minutes. The stress of school, the stress of his father constantly on his shoulders and the anxiety of the Upside Down returning floating away along with the small bubbles of his breath let float up to the surface. Hair following a long with them as far as each strand could reach, before his lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen and he's using his feet to push himself off from the bottom and gasping for air as he comes to the surface. Hair falling in front of his eyes as he moves swimming over to the pool side. Not as graceful as he normally would as he focuses on catching his breath. Distracted enough not to notice Eddie coming out with a towel wrapped around his waist in search of the clothes he had just left on ground.

Eddie didn't have much experience with water. He's of course gone swimming before, but that was when he was way younger and could get away with wearing ugly floaters around his arms and body; nor has he actually watched someone do said exercise. He thought he has seen Steve Harrington at his highest before his ultimate downfall. Like any tragic character in a Greek play. For once he was terribly wrong about the other boy. Steve Harrington flew under water with such Grace that it took his breathe away. Everything about the other was captivating, from the way his hair would be tossed back causing water droplets to fly through the air to the way his limbs would move as he just freely swims under the water before going to front strokes. Then a few normal laps before shifting to backstrokes.

Of all situations, Eddie never pictured himself staring star struck at Steve Harrington swimming while holding his pants and trying to run out of the door before he's caught ogling a jock. It would be a bit hypocritical of him to be caught staring at the forbidden fruit that he made sure to announce publicly numerous times he would never touch. He would not fall for such a sun, but as he lets the door click behind him holding his clothes tightly to his chest, wet boxers over his left arm and a towel tightly wrapped around his waist he was tempted. Felt like Adam and Eve as they were given the one thing god told them they weren't allowed to. Letting a shaky breath out he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to slow his racing heart and calm that overwhelming feeling flowing through his veins. The same feeling that made him do flappy hands, jump up on tables or make goofy faces at the lost sheep of Hawkins high.

He's not sure how long he stays like this, maybe five minutes maybe ten. When he finally moves he realizes he forgot his shoes inside. Not thinking he had the strength or will power to do such a task he does the walk of shame to his van. Face red as he throws himself in the back. Thankful that no one was around to witness his lowest of lows. Pulling his skinny jeans up around himself was a task, especially with wet skin and no underwear. Grunting he has to adjust himself numerous times before he was able to pull his shirt over his chest and slide himself between the two front seats. Getting in the drivers side of the car as he turns the ignition. Right as the schools doors open, revealing Steve Harrington holding both his raggedy pairs of shoes in the air. Trying to catch his attention, which Eddie promptly ignores as he pulls out of the parking lot. Only wanting to leave the school and the numerously dangerous thoughts behind him.

One thing that stayed consistent with Eddie Munson, was that he was a runner.

*****

The next day Steve had participated in practice, earning some pitiful glances as he does. Word had spread around the team that he was on babysitter duty in a sense. All of them would do anything to be on their coaches good side but none of them were insane enough to teach Eddie Munson of all people how to swim. In their minds that was a losing battle waiting to happen. If the guy was as good at swimming as he was graduating. Due to Eddie running off without talking to Steve first, neither of them had communicated about when their next lesson would be. That was definitely going to be a problem, and one that Steve would have to solve fast before he was forced to do suicides. After one day of not hearing from him, and two days after their first lesson Steve makes it his mission to find the other to schedule one and to return his shoes.

It to his surprise it wasn't all that difficult to find Eddie Munson in the mix of Hawkins High. Well known amongst the younger grades for jumping up on tables and going on with loud and hilarious speeches and known for his drugs by the older grades he was on everyone's radar. This meant that Steve only had to ask a handful of kids if they had seen him to be pointed to the library. Somewhere that Steve didn't go all that often. He wasn't much of a reader, the words normally blurred and he couldn't focus long enough to read a book let alone a paragraph. The didn't even read the books that were assigned in English class, most times he would just take notes from someone who was reading it and write half assed essays on that.

The library was a reserved area, that raised his anxiety more then any place in the school. Everyone was silent in here and could easily sneak up on him. Something he didn't particularly enjoy. Biting his tongue he forces himself across the line that separated the hall from the library and makes his way in. Giving a tight smile to the kind librarian behind the desk who welcomes him cheerfully, and proceeds to move down aisles of books in search of this guy. What made the whole situation even more awkward was the fact that he was currently holding Munson's shoes. That he somehow had forgotten. God only knows.

The first five aisles he has no luck, instead he finds a book that was on the floor off to the corner. Almost ignoring it he decides to move and take care of it. Picking the book up curiously as his eyebrows furrow in curiosity. A cats face was seen on the lower half, faded into the picture of a guy standing near a cross in the background. The sky was red along with the authors name. Squinting his eyes he rubs his eyes a bit as the font starts to move around on him, a problem that didn't start until his first concussion back in freshman year. He always felt a bit nauseous when he forces himself to try reading something, and this was no different. Groaning annoyed he rubs his eyes a bit more deciding that if he was making his stomach upset with the brief glance he was going to at least know the title of the book.

"Problems Harrington?" The familiar voice snaps him from his staring contest with the cover. Moving his head up blinking a bit feeling a tad dizzy as he watches Eddie's face go a bit blurry on him. He shakes his head no as he begins to feel light headed. Closer to throwing up then what he had been a few moments ago. He can't really see that great, as he chuckles offering the book up for the other. Mumbling a soft 'here' letting the other take it away from him.

"Aww is Pet Cemetery to scary for you big boy?" The guy teases playfully. Leaning a bit close to him, like it was something he was trying to keep between the two of them. Though Steve didn't care if anyone else heard him. He snorts just a little bit at the others joke as he shakes his head no fighting to focus his eyes a bit.

"No- that's seriously the title?" He asks distracted looking down at the cover again trying to see if the words would form together now that he knew what they said. But still he was unable to read it out, even in Eddie's hand.

"Yeah... can you not read Harrington?" Eddie snorts as he moves to slide it back into a empty space between 'Carrie' and 'the shining' there is nothing malicious coming from his tone but he was obviously picking at some jock stereotype. Even though Steve had no desire to read nor did he ever have any enjoyment from the activity the joke still stung a bit. Rolling his eyes he moves the others shoes out for the other to take from him.

"So? You can't even swim Munson, the thing babies can do I don't want to hear it from you." He says a tad bitterly. Watching the way the other turns a little stunned. Eddies face scrunches up in a way of remorse as he takes his shoes back from the other. Currently wearing his Uncles boots that were two sizes to big. He opens his mouth a little as he pauses to think before he spoke. Something that was rare for him.

"Seriously? You don't know how to read?" He whispers to him with wide eyes. Once again he isn't asking to be mean, just out of shock and curiosity. How did the other past his drivers exam if you didn't know how to read?

Steve snorts, "I know how to read, Munson." Shaking his head as he glances down at the others footwear out of curiosity.

"Well then you can read?" Eddie is confused trying to piece the puzzle together.

"No, I can not." Steve says slowly, as if it was common sense. "The words they uh... well they don't sit still on the page when I'm looking down. One of the side effects of having four concussions." He's shy as he explains it but comes off a bit more bitter towards the end. Not enjoying the concussions. He doesn't enjoy the attention on his flaw as he quickly tries to change the subject. "Though, I'm not naming names, but someone sprinted out of the school without their shoes yesterday before we could decide on the next lesson?" Steve raises a eyebrow.

Eddie doesn't catch on to the social cue and was to distracted by the new information that he was receiving. "Holy shit? Four concussions? Do images do the same thing when you are looking at them? Like move around like animation and shit?" He asks innocently wide eyed as he moves to lean against the book shelf leaving his arms crossed, one of his fingers staying hooked into the shoes. Startled as the shelf he tries leaning against moves a little bit. Causing Steve to let a soft chuckle out, distracted by the others clumsiness to be annoyed by the other not dropping the topic he would much rather avoid. Eddie quickly moves to stand back up, figuring that it wouldn't be a good idea to lean against the unstable shelf. "Well good, because no one has evidence that I- er I mean someone? Ran out yesterday evening without their shoes on." Eddie says determinedly as he lets his head lean back a little. Sucking in his lip in a little, the only way Steve could describe him was that he looked like a frog making that facial expression.

"First off, no. I don't have my own personal Walt Disney up there drawing every frame to let the images move in my vision." He shakes his head as he drags a hand through his hair. Trying to be annoyed but that question brought more entertainment to this meeting then anything else. Distracting him from the fact that anything could creep up on them and he wouldn't have seen it coming. "Oh? Well why would I lie about such a thing Munson?" Steve teases curiously. Moving to lean himself against the other book frame. Only because he wanted to mess with the other. He crosses his arms a bit tighter around himself as the shelf doesn't shake and stays put. Smirking as he doesn't think about the space in-between them lacking inches.

"Damn it." Eddie curses. Acting as if that was the worst news he's ever heard, snapping the fingers from his free hand lousy as he comically swings the same around to the left in the same motion. "Here I thought you were a freak like me." He jokes with a huge grin on his face. Before huffing about to respond when the bell rings. Bringing both of them back to reality as Steve glances up at the bell before looking back at the other. All conversation dying between the two of them as the subject changes back to what it was originally intended to be.

"So? When did you want our next lesson?" Steve asks as he moves himself off from the frame and looks at the other with a slightly impatient look. Anxious about being late to practice.

"Hm- tomorrow. After school at four work for you?" Eddie asks. Earning a quick nod before Steve is quickly moving to leave. Not saying much more as he leaves a confused metal head behind him.

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Four Ten sharp is when Eddie meets Steve near the pool. Late and annoyed as he starts to peel his clothes off in preparation of getting into the pool. Tired, and ready to go home for a nap Eddie was grumpy and a tad cranky. Steve quickly catches onto the others mood shift compared to the day before and was quick to accommodate for the other. Not forcing him to go outside, but stay inside where he helps him into the shallow end. Forcing him to let the water up to his chest to get used to the feeling so when he did go into the deep end it didn't freak him out. Steve had attempted to look up ways to teach someone how to swim, but with the shifting words didn't get that far. Total shocker right? Though the diagrams that were drawn over the papers did give him a slight understanding and they seemed to help with the other a lot more.

Eddie was also a lot less energetic, which meant that his limbs weren't flying all over the place. Causing water to go all over, and into Steve's eyes. Today was a lot more productive in a sense, but when Steve remembers the next step he is a bit hesitant. The other, like a piranha almost senses the others hesitation like it was blood in the water. "What?" He asks tightly and very much sour. Eyes squinting at the other as he expects something. Unsure of what, knew that whatever the other had planned was not a good idea.

"Well, it would help if you got used to not having your feet on the floor all the time." Steve draws off for a second as he adds. "And most times when someone's teaching someone how to swim they normally help the other up above water as they practice kicking." Steve explains as the other just listens. Jaw tense as he glares at the other. Even though Eddie was hearing the others words he wasn't really processing what the other was implying.

"Ok-" Eddie drags out for a second. "And?" He asks raising his eyebrow in a way that makes Steve get anxious and awkward about tossing this idea out there. Silence falls over the both of them, with the acceptation of the water filter going. Echoing and bouncing louder against the walls.

"Well, I was thinking that I help you get a hang of it. By picking you up a little and letting you kick and float without touching the ground." Steve explains shyly. Face a bit pink as he steps in the water a bit awkward. Eddie stares at him for a second before he breaks out into laughter.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking with me Harrington. That's the funniest thing I've heard all day," he snorts as his head throws itself back. As if he had his own gravitational force that Steve wasn't aware of. For a split second he forgets to feel embarrassed of annoyed by the others words. Rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms a bit as he glares at the other.

"Well they normally do this with five year olds, but someone is kind of a late bloomer you know?" Steve sasses back. Watches the way the others smile breaks. Shoulders tense up as he's about to give Steve a piece of his mind. But Steve quickly stops him, not in the mood for an argument. "Dude, it was just a idea. I wasn't going to do it without your permission. Besides it's not often I teach nineteen year olds how to swim, typically it's five year olds at the YMCA, where it's a lot more flexible with lessons. I want to get this done and over with just as much as you, so for the love of god don't break out into a speech that will cause my ears to bleed from annoyance." He rambles out quickly. Making sure not to give the other room for interrupting him. Eddie doesn't, just stands in his place. Water floating above his boxers and below his belly button as he stays still. Not tempted to go any deeper yet. He has but it wasn't something he was willing to do with Steve being next to him.

"Fine." Eddie grumbles as he moves sloshing the water around as he moves back a bit. Going a bit deeper but staying where he can touch as he turns back around to glare at the other. "I bet this won't even work." He sasses, cocking his head in a way that annoyed Steve a bit.

Steve doesn't hesitate to pick up on this. "Ok, I bet if it does work that you have to show up to one of my competitions." He says with a raised eyebrow. Assuming the other would want to back track on his word. To his surprise the other doesn't hesitate as he grins. Face brightening as his wet curls fall in front of his eyes.

"And if it doesn't work, you have to-" Eddie pauses as he tries to think about what the other should do. Hesitating as he shifts his weight onto his other leg. "Dress up like a freak for a week Harrington." He grins mischievously. Steve snorts a little at the request as he moves a bit closer watching the others confidence dwindle a bit.

"Well then, let's get to it." Steve says clapping his hands a little. Preparing for everything to happen and nothing at all. It was Eddie he was talking about. Something that was easy for a three year to do possibly could be the hardest thing the other has ever done.

Eddies face is a light red as he starts to grow awkward. Limbs tensing and locking up as he stands in his spot trying to cower into himself. Steve shakes his head amused at the other as he pats the others shoulder playfully. The warmth contact was causing Eddie to lose just a few more brain cells. Stuttering over his words as Steve starts to manhandle him to a deeper spot of the water. Where only the other could barely touch, just with his toes. Not only was Eddie's anxiety raising about not being able to touch the bottom his heart was racing. The smell of chlorine was now much closer to his face, with the water being up to his chin now. Turning his head he gives in and tries to trust Steve who has only been saying assuring things. Not trying push the other to far Steve stays close with the other.

His hand moves down to the dip of Eddie's waist and that's when he loses it. Eddie quickly splashes over to a bit of a shallow part, where the water was below his chest so that he could breathe. His lungs were working fast as he attempts to catch his breath, heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. Steve was by his side in seconds as he carefully places a hand on the others back and gently rubs some of the tension away. Once again Eddie felt like he was standing under the tree, with the forbidden fruit right above his face close to his nose. Scratch that, he felt like Isaac Newton purposely dropped this apple on his god damn head. Leaving a huge bump behind that made his head spin and question everything he knew. Because there was this gravitational pull towards Steve that Eddie seemed to really like. Problem was, a bit too much. There was something about the boy that was once again sending butterflies to his stomach.

It takes a few minutes for him to calm down, curls damp and swinging all over. Overwhelming him a bit as he fights with his curls a bit. Steve snaps his fingers in excitement confusing Eddie even more. Standing put as he watches the other throw himself out of the pool and return with a hair tie. That was tightly wrapped around his wrist as he hops back down and pulls it off to give to the other boy. For the few seconds that it was on his skin it left a small indent that caught Eddie's attention. Forcing him to look at the numerous freckles that scattered his skin. Thinking about how he could kiss one and find another within a inch a way. Shaking his head a little at the thought he takes the hair tie confused. Looking at Steve in a questioning way, unsure what he was supposed to do.

Steve snorts at the others reaction as he moves forward carefully and takes the band back as he moves around the other. Carefully holding the others curls and pulling it up just as lightly. Accidentally tugging at his scalp in the process as Eddie jokes. "Careful Harrington, I might just like that." His tone his playful, the words slipping from his mouth before he could think. He doesn't catch the way the other stares dumbly at the other, his mouth falling open in confusion. Eyes scrunching up just the same.

"Why would you like your hair being pulled?" Steve asks in confusion. Tilting his head to the side so he could glance at the others face. Eddies face once again goes a light pink as he realizes the joke went over the others head.

"Aw are you vanilla big boy?" He teases hoping to get the other to understand what he was saying. The joke must have gone over Steve's head flying a couple of miles before returning and slapping him upside the head. Relocation hits the jock as his face grows red.

"Um? Yeah?" He says awkwardly. Laughing some how even more awkwardly. Eddie just wants to slap himself in the face. Realizing the joke didn't land like he had hoped. Instead the idea that Steve was gentle in bed had been planted into his head and the idea was bouncing over different sides of his brain. God, he's sure he has a devil on one shoulder and a Angel on the other right now. Whispering different things in his ear as Steve's hands are in his curls pulling it up before stepping back. Creating a distance between the two as he inspects his handy work. "Alright that should hold for now." He says softly. The question of why Steve had hair ties on him, when no one else he knew had long hair was left unsaid.

"Let's try a more shallow part hm?" Steve smiles kindly. Never making Eddie feel stupid about the irrational fear. He doesn't want to argue or make the other upset so he follows again. As much as he just wanted to curl up in the corner and have a panic attack. He moves as Steve once again attempts to get him to relax. Eddie does, but his limbs tense up again as Steve helps him get into a position to help him swim. Which ends up with Eddie moving to his knees, skin scraping against pool floor as he wills himself not to get a boner. God that would be one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen. Though he's sure it wouldn't be much of one with the cold water.

He doesn't allow himself to look up at the other, knowing that would tempt him to make numerous jokes. Instead he follows every word the other says. Treating each one like it was from the gospel until he finds himself being pushed a little deeper in the water once he realizes it's not that bad. They are still in a shallow part as Steve moves down to his own knees sitting right next to him. Demonstrating the way to move his arms, the way to kick his legs before he's moving and he has two arms underneath Eddie. Helping him with guidance as Eddie starts to sloppily move in the water. For a second Eddie thinks he's won the bet, until something clicks and he's swimming a lot better then what he was. He doesn't realize that he no longer has the other next to him until he's on the side of the pool. Excitement fills him as he bounces up and down like a toddler.

"Oh my god I did it!" His voice scratches a bit as he jumps up and down bouncing more like he was in a bouncy cheer. Smiling brightly as his hair falls from the condiment the other put it in. Steve has a soft smile on his face as he shakes his head amused, moving to stand next to the other happily. Before the realization hits Eddie that the other was not next to him the entire time. "Oh my god, I could have died." He panics gripping onto the side of the pool like he wasn't currently touching the pool floor.

Steve rolls his eyes playfully as he laughs, "Eddie you were fine. Besides you can still touch the bottom. If you drowned that would've been the most dumbest thing I have ever seen in my life." He teases. Eddie glares at him as he opens his mouth to argue but Steve is interrupting him. "Besides, you lost the bet. Which means you, will be going to my competition tomorrow." He grins mischievously. Looking smug as he watches the other. Eddies words die on his tongue as he realizes the consequences to his actions.

His poor heart was not going to be able to handle this.

****

Shockingly there was not much of a crowd for this competition. Seemed like all the sports enthusiasts were more excited about football then swimming. Though the crowd was a decent sized, big enough to where Eddie could somehow blend in with them. Not looking out of place sitting by himself off to the corner, though he still wasn't completely fitting in with his awkward stance. Legs spread out a bit as he leans forward, copying the movement he's seen his Uncle do whenever he watches a football game. The holes over his knees were starting to rip more and his thighs ached a little from this stance so he soon gives up as he starts to fidget anxiously. He doesn't know what to expect but he doesn't want Steve to think that he doesn't care? Just because he was only here for a bet doesn't mean he didn't care.

Well he really shouldn't care about this swim competition as much as he did. It went against every single moral he's ever formed within the last few years of high-school. But yet here he was. Eddie Munson sitting in all his glory excitedly waiting to watch Steve grace this audience with the way he gracefully moved in the water. He already caught a few kids randomly placed around the room whispering together as they point at him. Not being discreet, raising his anxiety more. Causing his hands to shake and fidget between his thighs. Moving his numerous rings around his fingers as he stares a hole into the water. Time passes by slowly, and when the swim teams start to walk out he wishes that time would move faster so that he could see the guy he was here for.

Every single guy had a rubber cap on to hold their hair in place, no hair on their bodies, and very tight speedos that didn't leave any imagination for any of them. Thing was, steve had never worn any speedo when they were swimming together. He normally wore a ugly pair of swim trunks and left his hair out. It was probably breaking all sort of rules but it didn't seem like he cared. So it was a cultural shock when his eyes finally land on the guy. He was a bit more pudgier then the rest of the guys which meant easier identification on Eddie's part. Though like the others he looked like he had recently shaved his body. Little chest hairs had been poking out across his skin the last time Eddie had seen him. Now as he stands up excitedly smiling brightly at Steve who looks shocked to see him, he realizes that no one was whistling or yelling out for Steve. Turning his head confused he looks through the crowd and quickly catches onto the fact that he was the one and only person in the Harrington cheer squad.

Deciding to take that with pride, he was already here why not embarrass himself a bit more as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and whistles louder then everyone else. Heads turning towards him as he does. Even the whole swim team was looking at him as he hops up on a step like he was giving a speech during lunch. "Kick some ass Harrington!" He doesn't have to yell. His voice is loud and cuts through everyone else's as it echos through the room. He hears a couple of parents yell at him for cursing in front of their precious kin, but he was sure they've heard far worst. A older referee came over and scolding him as well, giving him a warning. Though it was all worth it to watch Steve brighten up. Smiling shyly and growing awkward as the guys on the team tease him about the freak being his cheerleader. Though Steve doesn't care, it was one more person cheering for him then the last fifty competitions he's been to. He would rather take one then none.

Beaming as if the sun was shining out of his ass he waves at Eddie playfully winking before his attention is being forced back to the water. Getting situated in a line as the rules were explained. He stretches his limbs a bit, unaware that he was causing Eddie to have a full blown crisis from behind him. The metal head had been to busy putting up a show to pay attention to what the other was wearing. Now nothing was distracting him from the skin tight black speedo. That did not leave much imagination to the others ass. Eddie was sure if he stared long enough he could see every freckle or dimple on the guys ass and that was going to be a huge problem. Barely able to breathe everything happens so fast. One second Steve is standing dry off to the side and the next he was in the water. Moving ahead of most of the other guys currently in the water. Limbs moving a lot faster then what they normally did when he was with Eddie.

Sure, Eddie's been next to the other numerous times in the water but he had been to busy trying not to die to notice the way the others muscles would flex. The way the water droplets would fall down his skin as he moved, the glossy way his lips looked as he gasped for air. Eddie was not having any clean thoughts as he watched the boy swim. There were numerous other guys he could be staring at right now. Those who were more his type, but instead here he was eye fucking Steve Harrington as he swam like his life depended on it. He's letting out a distressed whine when it's all over and he doesn't understand what's happening. People are up and clapping and he's awkwardly copying what they were doing. Standing up and glancing over at other family's to make sure he was doing this right. Clapping before he's whistling not so loudly as he moves over to a mother who was holding a toddler up.

It's a bit loud as he asks gently, "sorry to bother you, but I don't understand a thing about swim competitions what happened?" He asks. Face a light pink as he keeps clapping his hands. Watching the way the toddler in her arms smiles waving at him. He returns the gesture as the woman hesitates for a second. Surprised that he was asking her of all people. She was young, way to young to be a mother but Eddie didn't really care. Now that he was paying attention he seen the way other mothers were moving their children away from her like they had been for him. She smiles shyly as she shifts the kid to her other hip.

"Well, I don't understand all that much either but the guy you were cheering for got second place." She smiles kindly as Eddie nods giving her a thumbs up.

"Thank you m'aam. This will save me a lot of time." He grins cheerfully as he moves starting to hop down the bleachers. Careful not to slip on the floor that was soaked with water. Moving excitedly to wait near the room Steve would be coming out of. He fidgets with the chains that were constantly clicking around as he watches numerous guys coming out. Until it's finally the person he came for.

Steve's hair was a bit of a mess, damp but very attractive. A tighter polo was on with a pair of loose sweatpants. They didn't really go together but Eddie wasn't going to point that out as he pushes himself off the wall that he was waiting on. Walking right next to the other as he grins.

"So- that was impressive." He beams moving into the others space playfully bumping his shoulder. Steve looks at him with a soft smile growing shy and awkward under the others praise.

"Oh? And what could Eddie Munson, this biggest hater of sports possibly like about my swim competition?" He teases playfully. Moving away from the other for a split second before giving in and letting the other into his space. Running a hand through his hair as he grows nervous under the attention the other was giving him, and the confusion. Unsure if the other was fucking with him or actually enjoyed the competition. Though he regrets even questioning the others reasoning as the other shamelessly becomes more dramatic. Moving his limbs with purpose as he pretends to be in distress.

"Oh Steve Harrington, where should I possibly begin. Oh! The rubber was such an etiquette fashion statement that struck me to the core. The way the water moved down your hairless body had my knees ah shaking and my loins ah screaming. My dreams will be blessed for years and my children will know of this day that changed my life forever. My first born child shall be named after -" Eddies rambling as Steve's face grows red. Quickly he shoves the other playfully to interrupt his speech before fighting back the slight laughter from the fake southern accent. It was embarrassing to listen to the other but it was hilarious.

"Oh shut up you," he returns in a equally horrible southern accent. Grinning as Eddie smiled shyly at him. Moving his hair in front of his face as he does. His mouth had been moving before he could think and he was happy to know that Steve wouldn't hit him the second he came off a bit more gay then normal. But once again that gravitational pull towards Steve made his brain orbit around space, with no thought behind his eye. Which also meant he wasn't thinking of the deadly consequences that could appear from his shameless flirting. Though he was willing to be the Icarus to Steve's sun if that meant he could see the others shy smile as goofy side.

Eddies letting soft laughter go as he shrugs bashfully. Moving a curl behind his ear as they walk out of the school. A silence had fallen between them, it wasn't awkward but rather pleasant. Made Eddie's stomach do flips and made Steve confused. The feeling of something blossoming in Steve Harrington's veins was concerning, and he felt like it was a drug he couldn't kick. The withdrawals from his last love had just kicked and now here he walked with a new craving. A new addiction forming as he walked next to Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson might just become his new bag of cocaine. Hyper and euphoric which would only ruin his heart with long term use. The scary part was Steve couldn't place a name behind the feeling he was having, and like any other addict denial was his first step to realization.

***

With graduation coming up and Steve’s hope of going off to college soon they started to meet a little more frequently for lessons. By this point Eddie was finally able to swim by himself. Not as afraid to be in the deep end they had been able to relax a bit and work on his strength in the water. The lessons went from mandatory to optional and Steve was more then willing to keep taking time for the other. Every day had been filled with flirting and laughs. Shoving each other in the pool and just being boys.

Today on the other hand was different. Steve didn’t really feel like swimming, and if he did he would much rather sit at the bottom of the pool and drown. He had gotten the response papers from every college he applied to and was denied at every single one. Which was some how a record, as every one he knew got denied numerous times but were accepted happily by a community college. Even those didn’t want him. His father had forced him to apply to all of the bigger schools that by times he applied for the community ones they had been filled up already. Now he wasn’t going anywhere but straight to work.

Over the time he’s taught Eddie, the other has been able to read his body language. The way Steve’s shoulders tensed up and the way he sulked walking out of the locker rooms with his trunks and a shirt on said a lot. Steve was a confident guy and never wore a shirt, today the confidence was lackluster at most and Eddie was concerned for him. For someone he dare say be classified as a friend? He smiles gently as he moves to the other catching onto the others reluctance of going into the pool.

“Everything okay Harrington?” Eddie asks curiously. Recognizing that the other got like this sometimes, but normally he would be a little jumpy and anxious. Watching their surroundings. This time he seemed only upset and lost in his head. A quality trait Steve wasn’t known for.

“Yeah- just got denied from every single college I applied for.” He snorts bitterly as he moves to sit on the side of the pool to put his feet in the cold water. Not even that was bringing him much joy. Eddie felt like he was being punched in the gut. He was equally or even more upset then the other because he was upset. If silly, goofy and dopey Steve Harrington was down and gloomy then there was no hope for the rest of the world. The sun mind as well set and the rain clouds should start to form to create a horrible storm. Eddie doesn’t know what to say as he stands there stunned. Out of everyone he would have thought Steve would be the one to leave Hawkins the fastest. Obviously not wanting to be tied down and wanting to travel.

“Oh Stevie,” he says gently. The nickname slipping for the first time as he sits next to the other. Placing a hand on the others shoulder for comfort. Ignoring the way the other grows a bit awkward and tense from the physical contact, obviously not used to it before he’s relaxing. None of the words he wanted to say were coming out. Even if he was able to say them, they would’ve been to intimate for two guys to say to each other. Melting into himself he moves a little closer offering as much as he can. Before he pauses and thinks. “Well let’s get out of here, have you ever smoked before Harrington?” He asks gently.

Steve turns his head at the other with a snort, “We’ve smoked numerous times together Munson.” He says bitterly. Eddie doesn’t take it to heart knowing that there wasn’t any thing mean targeted towards him. Though Eddie grins a mischievous look that causes Steve to melt and forget his troubles just for a split second.

“No Harrington, my dear friend those are cigarettes. I was talking about the sweet leaf, the magnum opus of all natures, the prettiest girl I’ve ever met- Mary Jane, Steve. Have you ever smoked pot?” Eddie asks gently. Watching realization hit the other. Moving his head to stare dumbly at Eddie. Nodding his head after a moment.

“Yeah with Tommy, why-” before he can ask to many questions Eddie is pushing himself up and making a attempt to pull the other up. Grunting as he gives up once he realizes the other was to heavy for him to move.

“Jesus, do you eat Rocks Harrington? Come on? I’ll take you back to mine and smoke you out. You look like you need a smoke.” He laughs gently as he watches Steve hesitate. Before standing up and following instructions. It might have gone to Eddie’s head a little bit with the Jock following and hanging on every instruction he told him. Steve returns a few minutes later and then they are walking out of the school. Steve going to his own car to follow Eddie. Who was absolute chaos when on the road.

Eddies hair was still hanging up in a small bun, something he had prepared for swimming but now it was just up to be up. Enjoying the slight breathe on the back of neck as he hops out of his van. Watching Steve park next to him before waving at him to follow along. Steve had never gone to the Munson residence but it was how he imagined it. It wasn’t that difficult to imagine how Eddie’s room would like either as he was lead there. Not giving much time to take in the rest of the trailer. Steve just follows along feeling a bit like a Zombie.

Moving he sits hesitantly on the others bed as he just listens to the other talk. That was enough to brighten his mood a little. Eddie was like his personal antidepressant right now and he was so grateful. Laughing gently at a joke before he’s handed the joint. That was neatly wrapped and ready. He moves inhaling and releasing the smoke, coughing a bit as it had been a while since he’s properly smoked pot. Handing the thing back to Eddie he lets the other talk his head off. Joking about how Coach Winchester talked to how some of the teachers walked. All of it was goofy and exactly what Steve was looking for. Time started to pass by slowly and the only thing Steve could see was Eddie Munson sitting right in front of him. Glowing, and smiling brightly as his hands waved around like he was orchestrating a orchestra. At some point the giggles start to happen and the two are just making fun of each other. Not in a malicious way.

Huddling closer together as smoke swarmed around them. Making everything blurred together as they either stared at the ceiling or at each other while talking. They both felt like they were finally apart of the solar system that they had been orbiting around for weeks now and it was glorious. Eddies knuckles were constantly brushing up against the others side, and moving up his arm as he talks. Causing goosebumps to form up Steve’s body and shivers to take habitat in his spine. Steve was giggling and laughing at everything as he could barely keep his eyes open for to long anymore.

It’s probably around midnight when the laughter dies down and it turns a bit serious. “Steve?” Eddie says softly.

“Yeah?” He asks gently. Turning his head towards the other but not opening his eyes. That would take to much effort and Eddie found it adorable. With this distance he could see every detail of the others face and he makes a promise to himself that before he dies he was going to paint the others face. Whether it be on a canvas just for him or on a huge wall for the whole world to see exactly what he was seeing. The perfect imperfections of Steve Harrington.

“You have next year you know?” Eddie says gently.

“For what?” Steve asks confused. Forgetting about the reason why he came here in the first place.

“For what?” He asks curiously. Humming as he moves his body a bit to get comfortable on the others bed.

“To well- you know? Apply for college?” Eddie says softly. “If I can repeat senior year for the third time I believe you can make it to a college somewhere.” He breathes out. Breath smelling like weed that hits Steve’s face. Who doesn’t react as he opens his eyes meeting the others eyes. A tension falling in the air. So thick that Eddie thinks he could cut a knife through it. Create a donut like Scooby Doo did in that one episode on the ghost ship. Then the seriousness is all gone as he begins to giggle and laugh, bringing up Scooby Doo seemingly out of nowhere.

****

Just like any star that aligned, they slowly depart from each other. That’s the only way the two boys could describe it. They were close and then slowly drifting apart at sea. Neither of them had seen it coming until it was their last swim lesson. The ache in both of their chests heavy. Eddie knew the reason behind his while Steve felt like a confused child trying to figure it out. Here he sat naive to his and Eddie’s feelings. Both of them growing awkward as they both accepted they wouldn’t see each other anymore. Steve would be going off to work and Eddie would be returning to high-school again next year. Which is exactly how it happens. Eddies unspoken crush starts to blossom more, before withering away. Passing scoops ahoy on purpose, trying to gather courage to walk in and talk to the other. But that was a suicidal mission he quickly discovered.

The uniform Steve Harrington was now wearing had much more cloth then the swim uniform he wore but it still brought an embarrassing reaction out of Eddie who would sneak by to steal glances. Noticing the slight chest hair popping out from the top to the way his shorts made his ass look. Every time he would gather courage to go in and talk, there was always a group of girls talking to Steve Harrington. Who was obviously flirting with them shamelessly.

What was once a gravitational pull became a repellent that Eddie wasn’t sure he could ever be able to push through. And what his great mentor Ozzy had said had come true. Something he was sure him and Steve could prove wrong, even if it meant they were only friends for the rest of their life’s.

Nothing lasts forever

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Their Doll 8

Let me in

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets emotional

Warnings: swearing, feelings

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Life at the tower was...tiring, to say the least. During my free time I often found myself in the gym, lobbing knives at a target and trying my hardest not to biting one in Steve's chest every time he would correct my technique. When I wasn't trying to murder the avenger in cold blood, I was usually dragged into things by the other: briefings and debriefing for missions I'd never go on, my dad's parties, group training sessions and study periods with Bruce in his labs to name a few.

But for now, I was huddled in my rooms - fresh out of a hot shower after a brutal two hour training session and four mile run with Natasha - curled up on my bed and attempting to catch up on a few of the films I'd missed. But the exhaustion and drowsiness clouded my eyes, the noise from the TV merely in the background as I felt my eyes growing heavier by the second.

A sharp knock at the door snapped my out of my lowsey state, the people movie across the screen simple a blur of colour as my eyes darted past the tv and over to the door.

"Mr Stark is waiting at your door. Would you like me to let him in?" FRIDAY's evenly calm voice chimed, making me groan and mumble a 'no' into my pillows. The last person I wanted to see right now was my dad.

"Come on kid, let me in." My dad called from the other side of the door, and I could practically hear him roll his eyes and shake his head when I stayed silent. When he spoke again, it wasn't directed at me. "FRIDAY, override command and open the door."

"Wait! That's hardly fair!" I whined like a five year old, groaning again when the door swung open and my dad stood on the other side, quite clearly just as exhausted as I was.

"Get used to it, kiddo. Life isn't fair." Tony chided, walking over to my bed. I tried to shuffle away slightly when I felt the bed dip, my dad perching on the edge as his eyes scanned over the room. "I see you haven't decorated yet." He commented casually, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

"Yeah, well, I thought It'd be a shame to spend so much time on something when you're probably waiting to kick me out anyway." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, y/n? Ever since you got back you've been-"

"Acting different?" I cut in, and when Tony simply swallowed thickly I nodded. "Funny that, seeing as I was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Not to mention made to kill people for another year after that."

"Y/n I'm sorry..."

"But you're not! You can't be, otherwise you'd actually have tried to save me, rather than leaving me to rot!" My voice cracked, tears pricked at my eyes and I now sat up straight in my bed, facing my dad but not looking him in the eye. "And you can't change that, you can't go back in the past and fix your mistake. And trying to fix it now sure as hell won't work, so I suggest you leave before I'm tempted to use you as my target for my training session tomorrow." I raised my voice, eyes now keeping his captive as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, kid, they broke you." Tony murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand, eyes swimming with sorrow. Sorrow that I didn't want.

"You can't fix me either, because I'm not broken!" I said harsher now, voice only getting louder. "I don't need to be fixed..." I trailed off, voice barely above a whisper Joe as my eyes broke the contact, averting to my lap as the tears dropped onto the bed sheets.

That's how I found myself in my fathers arms, face pressed against his shoulder as the sobs made my body shake, hiccups escaping me as I tried to speak.

"A-all I needed W-was my D-dad, and yo- you took him f-from me!" I wailed, hands clutching my dad's shirt and his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulder, hands rubbing circles over my back soothingly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm sorry."

...

"Who is that?" Clint frowned, staring at the pictures scattered over the table in front of Natasha and Steve as they studied them deeply, brows creased in thought.

"Our newest pain in the ass." Tony answered for them, slapping a thick folder down in front of Clint as he said so. The marksman was quick to pick it up, flicking through the documents, news stories and information sheets greedily.

"The...winter soldier?" He asked, looking at the three superheroes in front of him as if they'd gone mad. "But he's a ghost story!"

"I've seen him. Been shot by him, actually." Nat said, an sadistically proud smirk forming on her lips with her last words, almost as if it were an achievement.

"We're trying to find out more about him, maybe that way we can beat him." Steve explained, sitting back in his chair with crossed arms as he huffed in defeat, sick to death with staring at the same five pictures all morning.

Y/n walked in, a skip in her step as she crossed the room to Tony.

"Morning, dad." She greeted, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading over to the cupboard to grab a mug. Clint and Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two as if they'd witnessed pigs fly.

Tony shrugged, y/n too preoccupied with making herself a coffee to notice the avengers' reactions. When her coffee was done, y/n swiped her mug from under the machine and sipped happily, letting out a content sigh before wandering over to stand behind Natasha.

"What are you working on?" She asked, peering over the spy's shoulder to get a glimpse of the pictures.

A loud smash crashed through the room, Tony's eyes widening in shock and Natasha jumping from her seat in order to not get covered in spilt coffee. Y/n stood paralysed, eyes never leaving the photo in front of her as she started at the Soldier. Steve frowned deeply, studying the girl as her eyes glossed over with with what seemed to be...sadness.

Clint was already at her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder as they all asked y/n what had happened and if she was alright. It was like a constant ringing in her ear interrupted their words before they reached her ears, and y/n suddenly felt nauseous as she starred at the bright red star on the soldier's arm, his long and messy dark hair shrouding his face and his leather clad, muscular body. Only his cerulean blue eyes could be seen, the rest of his face covered in a black mask she didn't usually see him in.

"I-I need some air." She stuttered, stumbling blindly out of the room and down the stairs, tipping over a few steps from the bottom and tumbling down the last few. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, hearing still ringing and vision offset, hazy, as she scrambled for the double glass doors. Luckily they already stood open, so she flew through them and out into the busy streets of New York.

Y/n found herself colliding will someone almost instantly, angry shouts of 'hey, watch it!' And 'look where the fuck you're going, kid!' Being called after her like a chorus as she pushed through the bustling people.

She finally stopped, dropping to her knees and simply staring straight ahead, no intended subject in her line of vision as she tried to comprehend the-the grief, at seeing the a soldier's face again.

It had only been two weeks, and yet two weeks without him, his touch, his scent - it felt like an eternity to y/n now. She hasn't registered what her feeling meant for him before, liking him beyond a source of comfort had just felt...wrong, after all he'd done, and yet y/n couldn't deny it.

She was in love with the Winter Soldier, and she didn't even know his name.

...

I wasn't aware of when someone had found me, nor of how they got me back to the tower or even how I was now stood staring blankly out of the window that stood next to my bed. I gazed longingly, almost as if I stared long enough, hard enough, he'd appear.

But of course he wouldn't, he was probably half way across the world, knowing HYDRA. A soft knock on my door and my head was turning, facing my visitor with a look of pure grief and want. Desperate, unhinged want that could eat you up from inside out and you'd still feel it.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat asked tentatively, clearing trying to to disturb my shaken up state. I nodded, offering a small smile which she returned as I now faced her. She walked up to me, talking my hands him hers and playing with the as she spoke, eyes kind and full of understanding.

"There's a mission, and we want you to go." She said calmly, almost as if the mere thought of it would send me into some kind of heart attack.

"Okay," I begun, eyes flitting down to the floor before back up again. "What is it? Aren't you scared that I'm still HYDRA and all I'd do is stab someone in the back?"

"Not exactly." Nat informed me with a smile, amusement glinting in her eyes at my assumption. "For starters, we all trust you, well maybe not steve - but everyone else does." Nat and I both laughed slightly. "And I think you wouldn't have it any other way it to go on the mission yourself." Nat finished.

"How come?" I asked, brow raised.

"There's been a lead..." she started. "On the winter soldier. We thought you might want to help check it out, possibly capture him. Your powers may be the best chance we have a detaining someone as strong as him." Nat spoke. "And if we can detain him.."

"We can save him." I finished.

"Exactly."

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watermelonlipstick · 3 years

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Dreams, Chapter 3

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 3

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2344

Summary: It’s Christmas in Wisconsin for Sam and the reader.

Warnings: angst (sensing a theme here), alcohol, slow burn

Christmas Eve was a Thursday, which meant you were working. You’d predicted it would be slow, but there were big chunks of time where no one was in the bar at all. Christmas carols on the radio helped pass the time, and you drank a little more of the almost-coquito you’d thrown together in the back at the beginning of the shift than you needed to. It reminded you of your aunt and the way she’d smell of coconut through Boxing Day every year when you were growing up; welcome nostalgia you could tolerate like pressing a thumb into a bruise and distracted you from the evisceration of thinking of Dean. The day shift had left the bar understocked, so Sam spent a good amount of time going up and down the stairs refilling refrigerators and cutting fruit for drinks. Around 10 or 11 the people who didn’t want to wrap up the night when their in-laws went home straggled in, a handful of regulars that you generally liked but had a tendency to get a little rowdy when left alone together. It didn’t help that they showed up a few drinks in.

The merriment was infectious, and it was sweet to hear grown men proud of the gifts they’d gotten their loved ones. One even brought a few bottles of homemade maple syrup to give to the others, sliding one sheepishly across the bar to you. You were pouring out a round of coquito when Sam came up from the basement with a towel tossed over his shoulder.

“Everything should be good,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. He hadn’t cut it in months and the ends fell gracefully around his shoulders. A piece fell oddly across his forehead and you reflexively fixed it for him.

“What did you two get each other?” a regular, Steve, asked with a relaxed finger pointing between you and Sam. His cheeks were ruddy with whiskey and winter air.

“Oh. I—uh, we don’t really do gifts,” Sam offered placatingly.

“Man, where did you find this girl? Listens to classic rock, drives a stick shift, and doesn’t ‘do gifts’?” another, Joe, added.

“You better be buying her some presents or someone else will.” Jake, a customer you’d always felt safe around since he tossed out a rude guy for you a month back, chimed in.

You and Sam had never explicitly said that you were together. People just assumed, and it was easier to go along with it than explain the truth, especially because you didn’t look similar enough to be siblings and you still couldn’t shake your need to cling to him from time to time. It was almost never an issue aside from periodic mild teasing. This Christmas talk was a departure from the non-explanations you and Sam usually gave and you found yourself waiting for a cue on where to go. Sam seemed to be having the same thought, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You spoke before the moment had a chance to become too pregnant. “You know how hard it is to buy presents for a guy who doesn’t like having stuff? If he buys me something, I’ll have to get him something too!” You hoped it sounded smooth, your lying out of practice in the months since you’d had a cover on a hunt. Sam smirked gratefully at you.

Joe shook his head wistfully. “Seriously, where did you find her?”

“She’s pretty great, isn’t she?” Sam’s voice sounded sort of soft around the edges, almost like he was tired but not quite. When you looked up at him, that pebble of self-consciousness you’d felt at the hardware flipped in your stomach again and you glanced away in favor of a one-armed hug you intended to look affectionate. Sam did the same, encompassing your entire shoulder with his hand.

When you drove home that night, warm and full of coquito, Sam played Christmas carols.

“I think we should do gifts.”

It was the first thing you thought when you woke up, and you said it into Sam’s chest as you laid there before you opened your eyes. You could tell from the rhythm of his breathing that he wasn’t all the way asleep.

“Hmm?”

“I think we should do gifts. We should really do Christmas if we’re going to do it, and that means presents. What do you think?”

You felt as much as you saw out of the corner of your drowsy eyes that Sam raised his unpinned arm to rub the sleep out of his. “Mmm, okay? I mean if that’s what you want.”

“Thank you,” you said as you nestled deeper into him.

“‘S already Christmas though.” Sleep pulled Sam’s words together like taffy.

“It can be goofy stuff; I just think we should open presents under a tree and everything. Seems like the kind of thing we should do, you know? Like trying to be normal.” You couldn’t bear saying out loud what you meant, that Dean would’ve wanted presents and stockings and eggnog and Santa hats and a big roast if he could’ve, to fall asleep after watching the stars glitter off of falling snow.

Sam heard anyway.

“You’re right,” Sam murmured. He rubbed your upper arm absentmindedly.

“I’ll wake you back up when the bathroom’s free,” you offered, carefully rolling over him to get out of the bed. He nodded with closed eyes and flopped over onto his stomach.

About an hour later, a wet haired Sam slid into the Impala’s driver side and rubbed his hands together to warm them up. You could tell from the puffiness around his eyes and his overcompensating casual tone that he’d been crying. He set his phone to pipe Your Inner Fish through the stereo and backed down the driveway over snow tamped down over the last week.

It had been years since you’d gone Christmas shopping, as much as this could be considered Christmas shopping. The town you’d settled in had exactly 7 businesses on a tiny main street, including 1 small inn, a grocery store, the hardware store, a coffee shop (the most reliable internet in town, much faster than your place) and 3 different places to get a burger. You met Sam in the grocery store after grabbing what you wanted from next door in hardware, catching him just as he came out carrying a bag with a long pipe of wrapping paper stretching far past the top. When you left, there were only two other cars in the parking lot grabbing their own last-minute things.

You wrapped your presents on the bed. It wasn’t like riding a bike as you’d hoped it would be, and your sloppy corners started you down a mental spiral. What a completely asinine thing, wrapping hardware store presents to put under a stolen tree. This wasn’t the Rockwell painting you wanted to present as sacrifice to Dean’s memory. It was cheap and stupid, a sloppy high school production when Dean deserved Broadway. He always had. As much as the three of you had never really done Christmas, Dean knew how to make something special while maintaining the air of not caring. You remembered waking up on his made-up anniversaries: six months from the first time you kissed, three years since he realized he loved you (three years minus 53 days before he said anything), 14 months since you’d figured out how to put a gun back together in the dark. Even in the most podunk little towns he’d find gorgeous bouquets and put together great meals in tiny kitchenettes; drive miles away to pick up a cake for Sam’s birthday or pepper motel rooms with festive streamers and silly string. Two quick, hard breaths through your nose to collect yourself and you finished the wrapping. That would have to be good enough.

Sam was crouched in front of the fireplace with a bellows, a plucky little fire kicking into gear with his help. “All yours,” you called out, grateful your voice didn’t crack.

“Thanks. It’ll only be a second.”

He was right, and came back to you on the couch in only a few minutes with two wrapped bundles. You shyly handed him what you’d wrapped and took his.

“Uh, Merry Christmas I guess,” Sam said. You noticed the edge of discomfort in his voice and were sickly grateful not to be alone in your tentativeness as you popped open the scotch tape holding the paper on the rectangular package. Before you’d uncovered it, Sam had his first gift unwrapped.

“Nice! They had these at the hardware store?” he asked, snapping open the clamshell package on the cheap purple noise-cancelling earbuds you’d picked up.

“I’m sure they’ll sound like they were made underwater, but I figured you could hide them pretty easily if you wanted to wear them at work, listen to your podcasts while you restock or whatever.”

“That’s a really good idea.” He looked down at the headphones considerately for a beat.

You pulled the paper off your present to reveal a notebook and two ballpoint pens. It had a leatherette flexible plastic cover that felt smooth under your fingertips and was about the size of a standard hardcover novel. You opened it to see inside, and a few photos dropped out.

“I just—you didn’t have any—I can take them back if you want,” Sam stammered, but you heard him as if through those checkout-aisle headphones while your eyes blurred. These were pictures you hadn’t seen for years. The one on top of the loose stack in your lap was outside Bobby’s house. It felt like a lifetime ago, leaning over the railing of the small porch to kiss Dean as he stood on the ground in a sweaty t-shirt covered in engine grease. Under that was one you remembered used to be the background of an old phone, where you, Sam, and Dean huddled together in a booth at some bar you’d forgotten the name of in Montana that had girls dressed up as mermaids swim around in big tanks, part of the same theme that explained the blue fishbowl drink partly out of frame in Dean’s hands. There was one you didn’t recall with you and Dean stretched out on a nondescript motel couch, his arm protectively covering you as you coiled up into his side, both clearly asleep from the closed eyes and slightly parted lips. The last was a picture you hadn’t seen since the last time you went to Jody’s house; it had touched you then to see it hanging up on the wall, you carrying Dean piggyback while Sam clutched his knees laughing. It was the same day Claire had turned 16 and you had no idea why you’d needed to convince Dean you could carry him, but the whole thing had ended up with everyone rolling on the ground, grabbing at laugh-opened rib pains for what felt like blissful hours.

You weren’t surprised at the silent tears that were pouring gently down your face, but wiped at them harshly with your sleeve so they wouldn’t drip. “Sam—” you croaked. “I don’t…I didn’t—thank you. How did you find these?”

“They had an instant photo printer at the grocery store. I’ve had a flash drive with some stuff on it for a while.”

You passed through each picture again, studying them like the gospel. It was almost hard to match the photos to the memories, memories having been replayed and multiplied and color-saturated in your mind over and over again, too big to fit into these little pieces of cardstock. But Dean was so beautiful, and you all looked so happy.

“It’s supposed to help to write about how you’re feeling, so I thought…” Sam trailed off.

“It’s perfect. I—thank you, Sam.” You met his eyes, stormy blue-green and taking on an amber reflection off of the fire. He looked nervous and almost guilty, like he had miscalculated and hurt you. Carefully slipping the photos back into the notebook, you set it on the table like it was made of crystal and threw your arms around Sam to tuck into him, knowing you were crying through his shirt but unable to stop. You realized you were murmuring thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou into the crook of his neck at the same time you felt the wetness of his tears onto your shoulder. Pulling him in tighter, you slunk back into the arm of the couch behind you. Sam slotted into the curve of your body, wrapping around your torso with powerful, gentle arms. His hair was silken when you began to stroke it, feeling his wracking sobs against your chest. It was impossible to gauge the amount of time it took for both of you to stop crying, skin slick and hot against each other on the old couch as your bodies hardened together like a mold. You felt dried out and sore and wouldn’t have pulled away from Sam if you’d had a gun to your head.

“Man, and we were doing so well,” you hummed into Sam’s hair.

“Were we?” Sam asked, and it was all you could do to laugh. Sam laughed too, the emotional and physical fatigue of it blending between you in the air. He adjusted his arm and you could feel the span of his hand across your lower back. The two of you sat there for a few more moments before you gathered up enough courage to let go of him.

“Want to open the other one?”

Sam nodded against your chest and slowly extricated himself, running a hand through his messed-up hair and rubbing his neck as he reached for the other present you’d gotten him. He tore through the paper unceremoniously and smiled down at the shoe repair glue and new boot laces. “You saw they split, didn’t you?”

You smiled back at him. “Would’ve just gotten you a new pair of boots but, you know, late notice. Maybe this’ll buy you some time.”

He handed you his second gift from the coffee table. Inside the foil-adorned wrapping paper were three bags of gummy worms.

Continue to Dreams, Chapter 4

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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Hello dear! I saw the Marvel game your doing......and that is so cool! So I've come to participate in it! Tysm for your time and amazing writing and I hope you have an amazing day! :)

Things about me: I'm straight and I use she/her pronouns, I'm 5'4, I have thick brown hair that goes to my mid back, and brown eyes that almost light up in the sun. I also have tons of freckles all over my face and body. I'm a leo sun, aries moon, and Leo rising. When you look at me first I can be very scary but I promise im not. I'm very sarcastic, kind goofy, and I'll stick up for myself and anybody close to me. I cover up my feelings and act tough in the outside and I can't handle talking about my emotions to anyone due to the fear that they might find me weak or vulnerable. I also kinda lack empathy towards people sometimes and I'll come off very aggressive when I'm mad and I tend to scare people off sometimes. I also hate clingy people and I almost find them suffocating so I'm the compete opposite I tend to ghost people for long periods of time and I honestly don't know why I do it and I feel bad for it sometimes.

What I like: swimming! I was on a swim team for 9 years, 80's and 90's rock! Mainly 90's tho, cooking, rain and thunderstorms, horror movies, dystopian movies, the colors red, gold, black, and burgundy

I hate: spiders, closed spaces, people who are fake, people who talk about others behind their back, skirts, school, people who can't take a joke.

Hii ! Aww thank you 🥰 . I hope you have an amazing day too !

Coming to your ship .. thank you for participating !

Your power is

Invisibility !

Oh my god , congratulations . Your power is so amazing . You would use this power to usually disappear from clingy people , spiders closed spaces or even if you want to cry (but he quiet okay?) . But , the Avengers (Nick Fury) will decide to make your power a bit more useful . You'll be a very strong addition to the team . You'll often go invisible and attack the people . But , going invisible drains a lot of energy , so you might save it for emergencies . Usually, everyone will seek you when they're in trouble or the enemy is winning . You'll also be one of the best spies and you and Natasha would often go together . You might also use your power to have fun okay? Since you're goofy . Everyone likes your power , but they very well know how to catch you .

Your life with the Avengers

Your backstory . You'd be a very normal girl born to a normal family . But little did you know that your family was secretly associated to Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D . But the regular tragedy , before you could know , your parents were killed during spying . And then , you , after handling your emotions and putting them far away from you , were determined to get revenge . But you didn't know where to start from , until Nick Fury reached out to you and asked you to join a new team called Avengers . Asking Nick Fury why he wasn't including you in the S.H.I.E.L.D , he told you about your power which you had got due to a wrong experiment . You joined the Avengers after practicing your invisibility power under Nick himself . Helping the Avengers with the Loki problem , you proved to be one of the best Avengers , not just because of your invisibility and no empathy especially towards enemies , but also due to your boldness and assassin techniques . But in the second movie , age of Ultron , you were sent to spy on the Ultron and his team , resulting in you getting caught . I think you'd be thrown somewhere after being almost killed . But , a man called Doctor Strange found you , saving you (moreover experimenting something on you) . You both were rivals since then , until The infinity war gave you a chance to meet the Avengers and show them that you were alive . You couldn't imagine their happiness and couldn't help but smirk at the jealousy that Strange would feel when he would see your rapo and power from your past . Now , you were most excited to meet your friend Natasha than others . While Strange , Wong and Bruce were with Tony , you were out to look for captain after hearing about the civil war . Finally, from meeting Wanda and vision with nat and others to fighting on the fields of Wakanda , wishing that your rival , now love , was alive and well . But suddenly, you felt loosing yourself , whispering to Nat about how much you valued the friendship , you vanished .

Returning with Doctor Strange , who was now fighting beside you, you desperately searched for Natasha , your bestfriend , but in vain . After winning the fight , loosing Tony and captain you resided with Stephen , often smiling at him or the days you left behind ..

Your bestfriend would be

Natasha Romanoff !

"I know it's you , Y/N . You can keep it aside " Nat spoke while concentrating on her workout. For the last minute , you'd been trying to lift one of the weights that Steve uses , just because you challenged Nat . You knew it won't be possible in one go , and so you had decided to go invisible and practice it while Natasha works out . But by mistake , you slipped and kicked the bottle that Natasha had kept beside the weights . You knew teasing from Natasha's end was going to come , but you still groaned at your loss . Revealing yourself , you sat there for a few minutes because your energy was very low , all drained in picking up the weights which wouldn't even move plus being invisible . Natasha smiled at your efforts and spoke "Okay , I guess you win" . Your eyes lit up a bit but you thought she was being pitiful . "No. Give it a try . May the best woman win" you spoke directly . She huffed and walked over to the weights , falling as soon as trying to lift them . You were shocked at this , but couldn't doubt because you knew that the weights was equal to lifting Mjolnir , impossible . Giving up , Natasha looked at you and you smiled at the victory . Head held high , you ran in excitement as winning the bet meant you could choose any movie from your favourite genres - Horror and Dystopian ! You smiled that you wouldn't have to see crime movies or something like that .

Later , with the thunderstorm , rain and tasty dish cooked by you , you and Natasha sat on the couch of the Avengers tower , watching a horror movie of your choice . Cue Natasha's plate falling down on sudden scenes and Tony scolding you both .

Your s/o would be

Stephen Strange !

"Come on Y/N , i know you can't do it" Stephen clearly discouraged you as you got ready to swim across the lake for a simple challenge . You and him were simply out for an adventure (moreover to increase/strengthen/practice your and his abilities) . You both had been living in a nearby monument together for a few days now . "Watch me , Strange" you smirked . Diving in , you began swimming like you did in the pool . But not to deny , you were being reckless . Without thinking about how cold it was outside , you had dived in . But now , it was too cold . Still , you weren't the one to loose . You kept swimming until you felt the end of the lake too far from your reach . You wanted to stop due to the jerking cold and tiredness but you continued , unknowingly impressing Doctor Strange , who had made you fall for this trap purposely. He had thought you wouldn't even make it till the middle , but you were already 75% done. Soon , you could feel yourself getting nearer to the end . You used every bit of your energy to reach the end . Being tired as hell , the last thing you remembered feeling was the land .

Later , you slowly gained strength to get up . Feeling a comfortable and warm cloth around you , you opened your eyes to see Strange's red Cape wrapped around you . It was raining outside , while you were in the broken monument you had been living for a few days . Slowly, you got up and looked around to feel someone's eyes on you . Immediately , your instincts kicked in and you were about to go invisible when your brown eyes met Stephen's gray eyes. He looked away as soon as you realised it was him . Awkwardly clearing your throat , you asked him "What happened?" . Stephen replied "You fainted" . You gave an 'oh-really' look and spoke "As if I don't know . I'm asking about the challenge.." . He looked back at you and spoke "You lost". Ofcourse , he must be lying. Your fight continued but a warm tingling sensation was in your heart , about how he was staring at you and how his Cape was still wrapped around you .

I hope you liked it !

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from the cliche prompts list may i request 29 + 50? :O I can kinda see it working for both Javi and Din..I can't choose! thanks for taking requests, they're really fun to read!

I’ve decided I’m going to do one for Javier and the other for Din. Since the helmet doesn’t come off, I’ll do 29 for Javier and 50 for Din! I hope this works. Din’s will be in another post, and I’ll link that below!

character: Javier Peña

prompt: 29. You’re leaving for something dangerous and I can’t help but kiss you (via this list of clichés)

note: translations included at the bottom

warnings: swearing, fluff

rating: R

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Your chest feels heavy as you watch Javier urgently collect his necessary belongings from the office, starting with his gun. Even though it’s part of the job, one that you’ve both had for quite some time now, it doesn’t make you feel any better about what Javier’s going into.

You’ve been with the DEA for many years, and you were stationed in Medellín around the same time as Steve. At first, Javier was not pleased to have not one, but two new partners to share his work with. He did, however, warm up to you both quickly, no matter how many times his snarky ass might’ve tried to convince you otherwise.

You’ve both grown exceptionally close because of the free time you spend together. Your apartment is in the same building as Steve and Javier’s, which enables you to run into them often. Since Steve has Connie, you and Javier are left on your own to make company of each other. Whenever Javier can be lured out of the office or doesn’t have an informant to “meet” with, you both try to spend your lonely nights just hanging out with some beers and casual conversations. Sometimes those conversations become deep, but that’s the farthest you’ve ever gone in terms of intimacy. Nothing else has ever escalated, nor do you expect it to—regardless of how badly you want it to.

You still find yourself wondering if Javier has any of those same, softer feelings towards you. You’ve noticed that he hasn’t commented on receiving tips from informants lately, meaning that he hasn’t been seeing them. Instead, he’s been able to spend a few more nights trying to de-stress with you and sometimes Steve, even getting out to the bars more often than you all used to. This was, however, before this week, when work started cracking down even harder than usual. And it was all because you felt as if you were finally pinpointing Escobar’s location.

Now, you have the tip. It’s come from a rogue double agent of Escobar’s, who didn’t get their fair cut and decided to snitch. They told you the location of Escobar’s current hideout—warning you that it’s heavily guarded. This could mean a bloodbath to whoever tries to invade it, and lucky for you, Javier was going to be one of those people. You and Steve are staying behind, since Carrillo’s leading the mission and he can only bring along one DEA agent. Naturally, he’s picked the one he trusts the most. You’re not offended by his choice, just worried for the one who’s actually going.

Javier’s just finished strapping on his bulletproof vest—another sight that makes your heart sink even more—as he looks between you and Steve. “Listen,” he begins, his tone revealing his urgency. “If you two hear anything else, radio us right away. That means anything good or bad.”

You nod, knowing that’s all you can do at the moment, as Steve waves a dismissive hand. “Yeah, yeah, we know how to do our fuckin’ jobs, Peña,” Steve quips. “Just go get Escobar.”

Javier chuckles, giving Steve’s shoulder a friendly pat. He does the same to you, but leaves his hand there for a moment longer, his dark eyes sparkling with an unreadable emotion. Your head swims at the horrifying thoughts that enter it. “Please be careful, Javi,” you manage, hoping you don’t sound as desperate as you feel.

“I will,” Javier assures you, his raspy voice sounding a step softer as he addresses you. “I’ve got shit to come back to, after all.”

You chuckle, watching as he finally releases your shoulder and begins to hurry out of the building. Your eyes follow him the whole way, unable to let him go completely. What if he doesn’t make it, your mind thinks treacherously, and I never get to tell him how I feel? Your heart aches at the thought, and a strong urge to follow him tugs at you viciously. You don’t even realize Steve’s started talking until you hear his voice calling your name.

“Hello?” Steve calls, causing you to whip your head around to face him. “Were you listening to anything I just said?” You don’t answer, instead looking back to where you were before. All you can do then is stand up from your chair, heading towards the direction Javier’s just gone in. You hear Steve stand up after you. “Wait! Where the hell are you going?”

“I’ll be right back!” you assure him, jogging now as you run to hopefully get to Javier in time. Your body is on autopilot, letting your heart guide you instead of your mind. The thought you’d had before stays at the forefront of your mind, leading you to reach a full-on sprint as you dodge around unsuspecting personnel all the way.

Finally, you see Carrillo’s trucks set up outside the embassy, his men loading them up and some already getting inside of them. Carrillo’s directing them, and you sigh in relief as you see Javier just starting to walk towards them.

“Javi!” you exclaim, continuing to run in his direction. He turns around quickly, lifting an eyebrow as he sees you approaching hurriedly. “Wait!”

“What is it?” Javier asks once you’ve reached him, studying your flustered appearance. “I don’t have much time.”

You simply stand there and catch your breath, staring into Javier’s gaze with desperation. Now that you’re here, you have no idea what to say—but the visions of all the things that could go wrong and all the regrets you’d have for saying nothing are still haunting you. You try a few times, but whenever you open your mouth, no words come out.

“Peña!” you both hear Carrillo call, and Javier’s head turns to see the colonel waving his arm over. “¡Tenemos que irnos!”

“¡Ya voy!” Javier retorts, turning back to you for a quick moment. “I gotta go. Tell me when I get back.” He then turns around again to leave.

You, however, can’t let that happen. Your arm reaches out to catch his, keeping him from going any further. “Wait!” you plead. He looks at you again, his face revealing his frustration at your delaying. You know the words aren’t going to come up, but you have to do something—so you do it.

Your body acts before your mind has a chance to process it, and your hands are soon on the sides of Javier’s face, pulling it to yours as your lips press hard against his. You can tell he’s taken aback by the action, but you can’t bring yourself to stop. However, once your mind catches up with your body, you pull away quickly. You see Javier’s widened eyes and you feel embarrassed immediately.

You’re about to step away and run as far as you can in the other direction when he also takes a hold of your face, pulling it back to his. The kiss he leaves there is the most passionate you’ve ever received, his lips practically melting against your own. Your heart drums against your ribcage in a loving rhythm, the shock of pure affection and warmth trembling through your entire body. Eventually, he has to pull away, but not without his nose brushing against yours.

“Save another one for when I come back,” he mumbles, leaving his final kiss on your forehead before he jogs over to an impatient Carrillo. You cross your arms as you watch him go, your fingers trailing across your lips as you absorb what’s just happened. You’d be smiling if Javier wasn’t about to face a potential death sentence—and you can only hope that you’ll be able to fulfill his request soon enough.

You can find part two here.

You can find the Din prompt here.

translations:

¡Tenemos que irnos! = We have to go!

¡Ya voy! = I’m coming!

#MY FIRST JAVI PIECE YAY #i love him please #javier peña #javier pena #javier peña x reader #javi peña #asks #requests

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Let’s Help Each Other (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Prompt: AU where the twins and the Avengers are on opposite sides. The Avengers track them down and run into them in their hometown, taking care of and entertaining the children there, Pietro by playing with them and Wanda by telling a story (idk who else but it’s a Wanda x ___… either Nat or Fem!reader works for me). Based on the song Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh, Hellos because I found it and it’s So Cute™

Words: 1918

Warnings: None?

A/N: Should I do a part 2?

-X-

“Wanda and Pietro Maximoff,” Steve introduced, pressing a button on the remote, bringing the screen to life and presenting pictures of the twins.

You tilted your head as you studied the photos that flashed across the screen. They were flickering, showing protests and showcasing the two Maximoffs screaming in the Sokovian crowds before the final picture appeared, leaving you stunned – and a bit in awe.

The woman, Wanda, was floating slightly in the air, an eerie red glow around her. It wasn’t menacing and she clearly was doing no harm; in fact, it actually looked like she was playing with the children surrounding her in the photo, warming your heart a little. You didn’t know why but it brought a smile to your face. You couldn’t understand why the others looked so serious.

“What’s wrong with them?” you inquired, brows furrowed thoughtfully. “They don’t seem like they’re doing any harm.”

Steve pursed his lips. “They’re former HYDRA experiments turned thieves. They’ve been stealing from major pharmaceuticals and other companies around Europe. Wanda uses her powers to manipulate the minds of the guards and the employees while her brother uses his speed to steal whatever they came for. They’re becoming real threats because no one knows what they’re using it all for. So, we’ve been called in to deal with them.”

Everyone nodded, yourself included, but this didn’t sit right in the pit of your stomach. Something felt off about this. They never hurt anyone in the buildings and only left with a handful of things. Why were they considered threatening enough that the Avengers were being called in?

You lingered in the room after everyone was gone staring at the photos in the dossier before you. Most of them were of Wanda with an occasional shot of her brother – though he was mostly a blur. Wanda, with her soft brunette locks and hauntingly green eyes.

Browsing through the folder, you pursed your lips.

You had a feeling this wasn’t going to go well. It was quite possible that this had less to do with them being “evil” or “criminals” and more to do with who they were stealing from. They clearly weren’t doing these things in the name of HYDRA or any other organizations, so what were their motives?

“Hey, you coming?” Natasha asked, peeking around the corner of the door.

Startled, you slammed the folder closed though a picture skirted out of the side. “Yeah, just give me a second.”

“Well, c’mon. Tony is getting impatient – and an impatient Tony is an annoying Tony,” the former assassin huffed, earning an uneasy smile from you.

“Tell Stark to get his panties out of a twist. I’ll be right there,” you replied, sparing the picture one final glance. Her eyes connected with yours and you exhaled deeply.

Yeah, you weren’t going to enjoy this.

-X-

The moment the quinjet touched down outside of Sokovia, everyone – except Bruce – filed out of the aircraft and started for the town. You were up front with Steve, your knives sheathed at your hips as you cautiously wandered into the heart of Sokovia. Tony was above you surveying the scene, hoping to catch sight of the twins, which wasn’t hard considering they weren’t hiding.

“They’re at the…orphanage?” Tony informed you, though it sounded like a question, as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The hand that had been hovering over your knife fell away and you straightened up. “They’re at the orphanage? Are you sure?”

“Would you like a picture, (Y/N)?” Tony sneered, peering down at you.

Rolling your eyes, you separated from the group and hurried toward the orphanage, leaving behind the other Avengers. You could hear Steve chiding you but you didn’t care. You wanted to see this before your teammates intervened.

Coming upon the rundown building, you slowed. You could see a blur of a human playing ball with multiple children, keeping up as each child threw balls at it. It was an amazing sight and you assumed the blur was Pietro, considering he was possibly the only person in the town capable of such a feat.

He must have noticed you, however, because the blur became whole in a split second.

He stared at you, eyes narrowed and lips twisted into a snarl. He crossed his arms, daring you to do something.

“What do you want?” Pietro demanded.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Steve saddling up beside you kept the words from escaping. In a flash, Pietro was gone, leaving you standing outside with a handful of terribly confused children while the doors of the orphanage swung violently, the only indication he’d ever been there.

“What do we do, Cap?” Sam asked, dropping to the ground beside Steve.

“We have to be careful,” you said, cutting off Steve, “These are innocent kids. If the Maximoffs don’t attack, we shouldn’t either.”

“We have to bring them in,” Tony said resolutely.

“Why? Because the Government told us they’re a threat?” you snorted, shaking your head. “They could say we all are but the truth is, we don’t know what the hell is going on. The files didn’t tell us what they stole, only that they stole it and that no one knows what they’re doing with it. Maybe we should try asking questions before we accidentally destroy a city,” you suggested snidely.

“I agree with (Y/N),” Natasha seconded before Tony could retort, “We don’t want to start trouble.”

Steve gazed upon the building for a moment before nodding. “Agreed. (Y/N), take point. I’m trusting your judgment on this.” He looked up at Tony, then at Sam. “Stay outside and make sure they don’t try and run.”

Chewing your lip, you strolled towards the orphanage’s doors and gently opened them. Herds of children were scattered about, each one eyeing you suspiciously as you stepped inside before disappearing into various rooms. The most popular room seemed to be the one at the top of the stairs and your curiosity piqued.

You wandered upstairs and cracked the door, peering inside. In the center of the room sat a gaggle of children, their backs to you as they stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman sitting on a chair in front of them. You couldn’t blame them from being so enraptured (you were too).

Her voice was soft and sweet as she read to them, eyes alight with joy when they laughed or exclaimed something in their native language. Her smile was so enchanting and if it wasn’t for her brother clearing his throat from the corner of the room, you probably would have stood there forever.

Your eyes snapped over to him, meeting his icy blue glare.

Wanda closed the book and said something to the children, earning disappointed groans. They all stood and filed out of the room, pushing past you with glares on their little faces. One boy said something under his breath at you and Pietro laughed riotously. Your cheeks went red despite not knowing what he said and you stepped into the room, standing before the enhanced twins.

Natasha and Steve lingered at the door, preparing for the worst should things go south.

“Wanda Maximoff, I presume,” you said casually, refusing to tremble under her rigid glare.

Wanda stood, eyes glowing red as she took you in. Your mind began to swim a little and grow hazy as she probed your brain but you remained firm, meeting her gaze head on. Red slowly crept into your line of sight, taking over everything else. It was starting to freak you out but before you could do anything, it dissolved, leaving behind nothing but a tiny headache and a sense of unease.

“And you are (Y/N) (Y/L/N), an Avenger,” she replied, tilting her head.

“I am,” you answered, glancing over your shoulder at your bewildered teammates.

“Why are you here?” she wondered, inching closer to you despite her brother’s warning growl.

You shrugged. “I think we both know why we’re here,” you said knowingly.

“You’ve come for us,” she said without hesitation, crossing her arms as she studied you. “Because of HYDRA.”

Shaking your head, you copied her stance. “No, we’re here because you’ve been stealing from major companies around Europe. You do realize that’s a crime, right?”

Wanda’s gaze narrowed. “We only take what we need, never anything more.”

“What’s so important about the things you take?” you inquired, intrigued by such a reply.

The room was silent for a moment before Wanda’s defensive posture slackened a bit. “Sokovia is not a rich country. We need things. Things they have and refuse to give us. Our people are suffering – dying – and no one cares. They cannot do anything about it, but we can. So we did.”

You froze. Everything was starting to make sense. “Oh.”

“We do not wish to hurt anyone,” she continued, “We only want to help our people.”

“You do realize it’s still a crime, though,” Steve commented as he stepped into the room. You could practically see the walls fall upon Wanda’s face and you silently cursed the hero.

“What else were we to do?” she demanded.

“I…” Steve trailed off, unable to answer what should be a simple question.

You gripped Steve’s shoulder, taking over the conversation once more. “We understand why you’ve done what you’ve done but that doesn’t make it right. You can’t just go around stealing things, even if it is for a good reason.” Wanda bristled angrily, but you carried on. “However, I think we can help each other.”

“How?” She warily watched you, her heart fluttering a little at the sight of your patient smile.

“The Avengers care about all of Earth. We don’t want to see anyone suffering. So, you come with us – maybe join the Avengers, even – and together we can help Sokovia and anyone else who needs it. You’ve both got amazing powers that we could benefit from and we’ve got resources that your people could really use right now,” you replied, offering your hand to Wanda.

“And if we say no?” Pietro butted in.

Your smile turned apologetic. “Then we keep hunting you. SHIELD isn’t going to stop until they know you aren’t a threat anymore. At least if you do it this way, you keep your freedoms and you can still help your people.”

“This feels like blackmail,” Wanda smirked, accepting your hand. She shook it firmly, eyes boring into yours. “Do you promise that you will do your best to help Sokovia?”

Nodding, you returned the gesture. “I do. I don’t want to see anything happen to Sokovia, especially if it’s preventable.”

Wanda relaxed. She heard the sincerity in your voice and saw the honesty in your eyes. You truly wanted to help; she only hoped the other Avengers were half as nice as you.

Dropping Wanda’s hand, you stepped back and nudged Steve towards the door. “You can take a few minutes to say goodbye to the kids. We’ll be outside waiting.”

You could hear Tony yelling in your ear but you ignored him. This was the safest thing to do in your opinion and it meant you’d be gaining two new Avengers whose powers would be very useful while avoiding a fight that could potentially level a city. It was a win/win, honestly. He just needed to see that and move on.

“You’d better hope Fury accepts what you’ve offered them,” Natasha murmured as you slipped past her and into the hall.

Smiling, you patted her arm. “He will.”

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