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You Only See Me At My Funeral | Avengers x No. 5! Reader

Posting this cause I wanna read on my new account, I just don’t have the time yet. It’s unfinished and not proofread whatsoever but eh

“Mr. Stark! I have something to tell you!” Peter said as he walked into the lab, filled with adrenaline and a panicked look adorning his face.

“What is it underoos?” Tony quipped from his chair, working on the repulsers that had been damaged last mission.

“On my patrol, these two crazy bad guys with guns came and attacked me. The weirder thing was they were wearing strange animal masks. Like looney tunes type of mask. They sort of reminded me of assassins but way worst than Black Widow.”

“Did you get them?” Tony asked, turning around in his chair.

“No, they teleported away before I could even web them.”

“What we’re they wearing and do you know what kind of guns they had?”

“Both we’re wearing blackish suits, they were a boy and a girl, and they had something like a mini machine gun. Oh, and they also had this briefcase.”

“What’d the masks look like?”

“The girl was wearing a pink dog mask, and it had like long black ears. The guy was wearing a blue chipmunk mask that looked old and creepy.” Peter recalled.

“I’ll check footage, what area was this?”

“Downtown Manhattan.”

“Alright, I’ll check and see if we can find them, until then, go shower, you smell horrid.” Tony dismissed.

“Oh, right. Sorry Mr. Stark! I’ll go do that now!” Peter turned around and started running out of the lab.

“Preferably.” Tony got the last word in.

An hour had passed since Peter gotten back to the compound. He was in the kitchen doing homework by this point.

Or he was supposed to be anyway. He, however, was listening in on Natasha and Steve’s conversation who were sitting sitting on the couch in the lounge room.

“Tomorrow will mark 4 years. Don’t know how I feel.” Natasha stated quietly to Steve.

“Yeah, I know. Feels like it’s been 17 years without them though.”

Nat nodded in agreement. Peter hadn’t understood the context of what they talking about. They were talking about someone named Y/N and how they had disappeared nearly 4 years ago.

“Whose Y/N?” Peter asked, after having been confused for much longer than he’d admit.

“An old friend, disappeared coming on 4 years soon. They had powers and wanted to prove themselves. No one’s heard of them since.” Nat said, her voice sounded sad.

“Oh.” Peter didn’t know how to respond. “I bet they miss you too.”

“I hope so.” Steve was looking down at the concreted floor, voice thick with uncertainty.

Everything went quiet so Peter continued with his homework.

20 minutes or so had passed when the alarms went off. FRIDAY had told the team that some temporal vortex had opened on the landing pad.

All the Avengers had rushed to the area quickly. Indeed, there was a violent blue vortex about 18 feet off the ground. A storm had grown over head because of it.

“How do we close it?” Sam asked, standing behind Peter who had been pushed behind Thor.

“Not sure, but whatever comes out of that thing, we contain it.” Stark answered, already in his suit.

They didn’t know how to explain the next part of that interesting event. Not when the same Y/N who had been missing for nearing on 4 years fell through the vortex.

They were wearing a suit much bigger than them. Though, they looked the same as the day they had disappeared.

They, too, noticed.

“Shit.”

All the Avengers were gathered around the kitchen as Y/N poured themself a coffee.

“Whats the date? The exact date?” They asked without looking up.

“The 24th.” Peter answered quickly.

“Of what?”

“March.”

Y/N paused, contemplating something.

“Good.”

“So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?” Steve asked. Y/N ignored and grabbed the loaf of bread, taking out two slices.

“It’s been 4 years.” Thor said, his stare hardening at the young teen.

Y/N scoffed and looked up at him.

“It’s been a lot longer than that.” They said bitterly. They disappeared and reappeared next to Tony, grabbing the marshmallows off the shelf.

“I haven’t missed that.” Bucky said, starring at the spot with the coffee and bread where Y/N reappeared.

“Where’d you go?” Bruce asked.

“The future. It’s shit, by the way.” They grabbed the peanut butter out the fridge, as well as a butter knife.

“Called it.” Sam stared at the teen.

“I should’ve listened to you Stark.” Y/N was spreading peanut butter all over bread slices. “You know. Jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice.”

They looked up. “Nice dress.”

Wanda smiled, “well, thanks.”

“Wait, how did you get back?” Nat asked.

“In the end, I had to project my consciousness foreword into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.” Y/N answered, not even looking up.

“That makes no sense.” Bucky raised an eyebrow at the kid.

“Well, it would if you were smarter.” They placed the marshmallows over one of the slices before turning the other piece over and making themselves a sandwich.

Bucky stalked towards the teen, Steve’s arm blocking his way to the kid.

“How long were you there?” Steve changed the subject quickly.

“24 years. Give or take.” Y/N took a bite of their odd sandwich.

“So what are you saying? That you’re 38?”

“No. My conscious is 38. Apparently my body is now 14 again.” You sighed, clearly annoyed.

“How does that even work?” Peter asked.

Y/N stared at the kid, not recognising his face.

“Dolores kept saying the equation was off. Eh.” They took another bite out of the sandwich and stared off at something. “Bet she’s laughing now.”

“Dolores?“ Tony asked.

“Hmm. Tomorrow marks the 4 year anniversary I disappeared. Were you gonna hold some ceremony?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Nice to see nothings changed.” They clicked their tongue. They grabbed the cup of coffee and walked out of the kitchen.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Nat asked, annoyed and frustrated to no end.

“What else is there to say? The circle of life.” You disappeared into the hall.

“That… was interesting.” Peter said, looking at the adult Avengers.

“Their personality did a whole 180.” Sam grinned at Stark.

“Someone figure out what the hell happened to them.” Stark walked away from the area and towards the elevator.

You had managed to find a room where all your old stuff was. All the posters, comics, cloths and other shit you had owned from before you disappeared.

Stepping over to the closet. You found cloths you hadn’t seen in years and cloths that you knew you hadn’t owned. You also saw a lot of Mr. Stark’s old sweatshirts and tees he gave to you once he no longer wore them.

You changed into a pair of old, worn out sneakers, ripped jeans and the same sweatshirt he had worn when the Avengers had fought Loki and the Chitauri.

You looked at the jeans. You remembered how they got ripped. It was something you liked and didn’t like to remember.

“So, today, I’ll be teaching You, Steve Rogers, how to ride a skateboard.” You placed the somewhat old board into his hands and grinned at him. Excited to see him fail.

“This looks odd. Are you sure it’s safe?” He looked at you skeptically.

“I know how to ride it. As long as you follow the safety measures you’re totally fine. I will warn that it’s hard to get at first which is why yours truely will do a demonstration.”

You grabbed the other board you owned and stood on it. You used your foot and pushed yourself forward. You felt a drop and crouched slightly, leaning back. The ground curved and the board straightened into a 0° line.

You jumped up and did a kick flip. You jumped again and landed on the rail before jumping off and turning around.

You gained speed before going back up the vert ramp. You grabbed the board from under you and landed feet first on the edge of the platform.

“That was impressive.” Steve grinned at you, placing the board on the concreted skatepark ramp.

“Yeah, I was just showing off. But, if you practice long and hard enough, you’ll be able to what I just did too.” You looked at him, smiling before it fell.

He was moving off the edge and down the ramp before you could advise him other wise.

Immediately, the board rolled out from under him and fell head first into the curved ground.

“Steve!” Without thinking, you jumped from the 8 foot ramp, barely landing the jump. You had scarped your hands and ripped a hole in your jeans where your knee now poked out.

You remembered cutting the hole bigger so it wouldn’t look like you actually had ripped a hole in them.

You had missed the Avengers. You knew the others had missed you as well, but it didn’t feel like they did.

You heard a knock on the bedrooms door. “Uh, Y/N, Was it? I came to introduce myself. Could I please come in?”

The voice was young. Unlike the Avengers you had left. “Sure.”

The door creaked opened and the boy from earlier stepped in. He stood by the door as he closed it, seemingly unsure of himself.

“Um, I’m- im Peter Parker, also known as a Spider-Man. Im 16 so we’re both similar in age.”

“Physically.”

“Right sorry.” He corrected. He seemed like the nervous type who could also ramble on for hours with no end.

“Y/N L/N. I am- or was- an Avenger who kept a low profile. Unlike Tony or Steve.”

“Right, I remember hearing about you. You were, umm, you were known as No. 5.” You hummed at his recognition.

“So, Spider-boy, how’s life treating you?”

“Spider-Man and it’s been great. I live part time with the Avengers and spend my weekends and holidays with my aunt May at her apartment.” He answered.

“Don’t care.”

“Oh.”

You hummed as you lent over the bed slightly, pulling something from one of the blazers pockets, which you had worn previously and slide it into your jeans pocket.

“Alright, I’m leaving. It’s not great to meet you, goodbye.” You walked passed him.

When you found the elevator, you went down to the garage, grabbed a pair of keys and hopped into one of Tony Starks sport cars.

You drove off and went to this clinic. You went in and headed straight for the front desk.

This man in a science coat spotted you. “Uh, can I help you?”

You glanced back at him, pulling out the object from your pocket.

A glass eye.

“I need to know who this belongs to.” You showcased the eyeball to the man.

“Where do you get that?” He gave you a strange look.

“What do you care?”

He stared at you expectingly. “I… I found it… at a playground, actually. Uh, must have just,” you clicked your tongue. “Popped out.”

“I wanna return it to its rightful owner.”

The lady at the the desk smiled it awe, “what a thoughtful young kid.”

You smiled dryly at her. “Yeah. Look up the name for me, will ya?”

“Uh, I’m sorry, but patient records are strictly confidential. That means I can’t tell you-“

“Yeah, I know what it means.” Your stare hardened towards the man.

He ignored your tone and continued. “But I’ll tell you what I can do. I will take the eye off your hands and return it to its rightful owner. I’m sure he or she will be very grateful, so if I can just-“ He reached for the prosthetic.

“Yeah, you’re not touching this eye.” The man stared at you confused and taken aback.

“Now, you listen here young-“

You aggressively grabbed him by the collar of his lab coat. He let out a surprised grunt.

“No! You listen to me, asshole. I’ve come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn’t comprehend, so just give me the information I need, and I’ll be on my merry way.”

He stared at you, fearfully. “And if you call me ‘young kid’ one more time, I’ll put your head through that damn wall.”

The lady at the desk sighed. “Oh dear.”

“Call security.” The man whimpered softly to the desk lady.

You stared between the two, annoyed before shoving the adult back. They exhaled in relief as you walked back to the elevator.

You had gone back to the compound and decided to grab Clint, knowing only he would agree to help you.

“Like I said to your kid earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client’s consent, I simply can’t help you.”

“We’ll, we can’t get consent if you don’t give us a name.” You argued. You were now in the man’s office, the one you had spoken to earlier.

“We’ll, that’s not my problem. Sorry. Now, there’s nothing really more I can do, so -“

“And what about my consent?” Clint interrupted.

“Excuse me?” The man eyed him, confused.

Clint continued. “Who gave you permission… to lay your hands… on my child?” He pointed at you, staring at the man?”

You looked at him confused, as well as the doctor. “What?”

“You heard me?”

“I didn’t touch your kid.” He insisted.

“Oh really?” Clint leaned forward, onto his elbows. “Well, then how did they get that swollen lip then?”

The man did a double take and looked at you. “They don’t have a swollen -“

Clint stood up and punched your jaw with his right hand. In pain, you grunted, placing your hand over new busted lip.

The doctors stare switched between the two of you.

Clint inhaled sharply. “I want it. Name, please. Now.” He placed his hands over the desk and lent forward.

“You’re crazy.” The man declared.

Clint chuckled. “You got no idea.” His smile fell. He glanced down and picked up a snow globe of the earth.

““peace on earth”, that’s so sweet.” He smashed the glass object over his head, breaking it. He groaned, pained and regretfully.

“God that hurt.” He clenched his eyes closed, looking up. Blood and water dripping from his head as the doctor stared at him, shocked.

He immediately grabbed the receiver off of the desk. “I’m calling security.” Clint snatched the phone from his grasp and help it to his ear. “What are you doing?”

Clint gasped gamely into the phone. “There’s been an assault in Mr. Bigs office and we need security now. Schnell!” He sobbed violently into the receiver before boredly dropping it, clattering with the other objects on the table.

“Now, here’s what’s gonna happen, grant.” Clint focused on the doctor.

“It’s… Lance.”

“In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they’re gonna see a whole lotta blood, and they’re gonna wonder, “what the hell happened?” And we’re gonna tell them that you… beat the shit out of us.” Clint sobbed dramatically before sighing.

“You’re gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I’ve been there. Little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my god, you’re gonna get passed around like a… you’re just, you’re gonna do great, that’s all I’m saying.” Clint grinned at the man.

“Jesus, you are a real sick bastard.” The man Shakily stated.

Clint stared at him. “Thank you.” He spat out broken bits of glass. You smiled smugly at the man.

Once you cleared up the things the security, the three of you, made your way to the records room. The doctor searched the file cabinets, trying to find the serial number that matched the one back of the prosthetic.

However, no files or records could’ve been found of the prosthetic. It hadn’t been manufactured, nor purchased yet.

The sun has settled by now. You didn’t know what you could do. The glass eye was the only lead you had. And for the moment, that was put on hold.

“So, why did you come back now? I mean, I’m glad your back, but why 4 years later?”

“I needed a certain amount of time.”

You hadn’t answered his question well. Not because you liked to be an ass. Nor was it because you had poor social skills. Except the occasional threat.

It was just too hard seeing him alive, knowing you could somehow fuck that up too.

You passed him the keys, and spatial jumped away.

It took a few tries, but you soon made it to a closed cloth store. It was mainly a second hand woman’s cloths store. Though most of it had probably belonged to 40 year old adults.

You walked through the store. You were looking for someone. Someone important you. You grabbed one of the torches, as the place was dark, empty of light other than the dim blue cheap LEDs.

You spotted an area of manikins and walked up to them.

You smiled softly at one of them in particular. She was still as beautiful as the last time you saw her. “Delores.”

“It’s good to see you.” You stared at her, god she was pretty. “I’ve missed you… obviously.”

“We’ll, I… it’s been a rough couple of days.”

You heard foot steps in front of you, your smile falling. “No!”

They started firing, bullets hit the manikins while you ducked. You ran behind one of the many cloths racks, barley avoiding the bullets.

The assassins moved towards your previous area, in hopes of killing you. “Shit, it’s them.”

You ran back to the manikin stand and grabbed the Delores whose upper body had been shot off of its legs and was now missing her right arm. You ran to the opposite rack and placed Delores down.

“I’ll be right back for you.” You ran along the aisle, trying to avoid being shot. Hazel and Cha Cha shot after you so you spatial jumped.

Bullets we’re flying everywhere. They knew where you would be as your jumps would flash a bright blue. Cha Cha was doing most of the shooting.

“You see that?”

“You said he was special. So now what?”

“You start over there, I’ll go to the other end. Meet in the middle. Shoot anything that moves.”

They started moving off again. You grabbed a hunting knife off one of the slat wall shelves and spatial jumped again.

You appeared behind Cha Cha, face hidden by her pink dog mask. Using the hunting knife, you sliced the left side of her neck. She fell with a pained grunt as Hazel started shooting in your direction and you jumped again.

You ran down an aisle, crouched low enough that your head didn’t poke over the racks. You were running back to Delores, and when you had her, you placed her in a duffel bag which you threw over your shoulder.

You ran and turned down several different aisles, the noise alerting the two assassins and pointing their guns in your direction before firing again.

You tried a spatial jump, but you hadn’t moved off to another spot in the store. You were to tired. The shooting stop. You looked over the rack and they were reloading as they continue to walk in your direction.

You tried again, only for it to fail. “Shit! Come on!” The shooting started back up again so instead you ran. You reached the same slat wall and jumped over it, narrowly avoiding a bullet.

You pulled a muscle in your leg, pain jolting through your body when you hit the carpeted ground. You limped towards the exit.

“Got him.” Cha Cha proclaimed. You turned around and looked at the two. Guns pointed your way.

Police sirens caused the two assassins attention on the glass doors. 3-4 had pulled up.

You took the chance to hide behind one of the counters before the two turned back to where you were previously standing.

“The bastard jumped again.”

“Come on, let’s go.” Cha Cha and Hazel walked off.

You were all sweaty as you cradled Delores, trying to catch your breath. When you had enough energy, you jumped to the roof of two buildings over and started to climb down the fire escape.

You got back to the compound eventually. You were going back to your room when you bumped into Steve and Sam.

“Y/N? What the hell happened to you?”

You didn’t answer Sam.

“Are you okay? Can we help?” Steve went to put her hand over your forehead, though you stopped him by the wrist.

“There’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing any of you can do.” You told him solemnly.

You walked away before he could interrogate or lecture you.

You went to your room and straight into the bathroom connected to it. You grabbed a another set of cloths along the way.

You changed, only now noticing your heavily bleeding shoulder. A bullet must have cut through your skin amidst the chaos.

You sewed it up and put a Band-Aid over the wound. You cleaned the rest of the blood off your shoulder with a wet rag before getting dressed into the fresh cloths.

In the last 4 days, a shit load had happened. Hazel and Cha Cha had attacked the compound and in the process, kidnapped Hawkeye. Nat had gotten him back when the two weren’t there.

Hazel and Cha Cha had blown up the clinic. You had started dragging Peter around, seeing as he was the youngest of everyone and most willing to help you.

Steve and Bucky had found you asleep in the library, empty vodka bottle in hand and math equations written on walls which surrounded you and a very concerned Peter.

They had carried you back, drunk as a skunk while Peter tried to make sense of what you had told him.

“Everyone is gonna die, the world is gonna end and no one takes the time to appreciate me for all my effort of trying to stop that.”

Eventually, you had told Peter the full story.

Breakfast was always eventful. Especially when you were forced to eat with superheroes who believed you were to small for anything.

‘Y/N, your not allowed to use the oven.’ ‘Careful, don’t want you to break a bone.’ ‘Y/N, your to young and inexperienced to help me with this. Go make friends or go to school.’

It was frustrating, being the youngest and having saved the world twice as much as some of the Avengers.

You had been there since the Avengers assembled. Having been found by Nick Fury, and trained by several professionals, such as Clint Barton and Captain Marvel.

You stared off, trying to ignore the joke Sam made about your height. Or the joke Stark made about you being cute and adorable and unsuspectingly annoying. Or how Wanda made fun of your lack in your Special ability.

You got annoyed, grabbed your butter knife and stabbed it into the counter. Everyone fell silent.

“Y/N?” Steve questioned.

“I have a question.” You intertwined your hands and tucked them under your chin.

“Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No children talking during meal times. You are interrupting valuable conversations.” Stark reminded.

“I want to time travel.” You crossed your arms and leaned back in your seat.

“No.” Many said in unison.

“But I’m ready. I’ve been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said.” You kicked back your chair and jumped, appearing next to Tony. “See?” You starred at him.

“A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.” Stark explained.

“Well, I don’t get it.” You shrugged staring at the counter.

“Hence the reason you’re not ready.”

You looked back at everybody, who almost all were eating their food, ignoring you. Steve shook his head as for you not to continue. You look back at Stark

“I’m not afraid.”

“Fear isn’t the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore.” Tony went back to his food.

Clenching your fist, you walked away from the table and towards the elevator, ignoring all their attempts to stop you. You broke into a run when you went to the lobby. You ran out the building and onto the street.

The sky was gloomy, covered by grey clouds. It was notably cold. You jumped. Appearing on the same street but it was sunny and hot out. You looked around, everything was bright and their were even food stands on the street.

You scoffed. “Not ready, my ass.” You grinning, proud of yourself. Again, you jumped. Same street, but it was snowing heavily and most stores were closed.

You jumped again. Rubble was everywhere. Buildings were toppled and fire was all around. Smoke and ash filled the air. You looked behind you. You ran back towards the tower, hoping to god the building hadn’t collapsed or someone was there.

You stood outside the unmistakable entrance, or the would-be entrance. It was all gone. Everything you had. Your home, your life, your family.

“Rogers!”

“Nat!”

“Tony!”

“Anyone!”

All that could be heard was the blazing fire and your own panicked breathing.

You tried to jump. Several times. But you didn’t have the energy, nor knew how to go back in time.

“Come on!”

“Shit.”

You threw your hands down in frustration and exhaustion. You fell to your knees, your legs hurt and body felt fragile.

Years had passed. During that time, you had found found Delores. As well as all the Avengers bodies. In Starks hand, he held a prosthetic eye. You also found a cellar filled with non perishable alcohol.

22 years had passed. You were still working on the equations for time travelling back.

Though one day, some woman appeared. Seemed about 60. Having not expected her, you pointed a rifle to her head.

She offered you a deal. You come work for this place for 5 years, and after your retirement, you could choose which timeline you wanted to live in.

You accepted the deal. For the next 2 years of your life, you were a killer. You killed anyone who messed with the timeline. Eventually, you perfected your equations and in the year of 1963, where you were doing a job, you jumped back to 2017.

But, you didn’t get your equations 100%. You were 14 again. You had been aiming for where you stayed in your 38 year old body, still insecure about being treated like a kid.

“So the world is going to end?”

“From what I can gather, in 4 days.”

“How do we stop it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you got any leads?”

“The glass eye was my lead, but that trail has gone dead. The clinic exploded.”

“We’ve got to tell Mr. Stark. He’ll help, he can-“

“He doesn’t take me seriously. He’ll look at me like I’m a joke and tell me to go play with my dolls.” You glared at the floor.

“Is this why you’ve not said something sooner.”

“Mhm.”

“What if I help?”

“Wouldn’t matter.”

“Of course it would.”

“For the record, you already tried. I found everyone. Their bodies.”

“We died?”

You saw all their dead bodies. It wasn’t something you’d ever forget.

“Horribly.”

He fell silent.

“You were together, trying to stop whatever it was that ends the world.”

“How do you know that?”

You pulled out the eye from your pocket and showed it to him. “This was clutched in Starks dead hand when I found everybody.” You tossed him the prosthetic which he caught.

“Must’ve ripped it out their head right before Tony went down.”

“Whose head?”

“Like I said, I don’t know. It’s just another hunk of glass.” He passed it back to you and you put it in your pocket.

“What can we do?”

“Well, Clint gave me this broken briefcase. Said he took it from Hazel and Cha Cha.”

“Who?”

“The two maniacs that attack the compound.”

“Wait, you know them?”

“Do you?”

“They attacked me the same day you got back. Like two hours before you came through that vortex.”

“Hmm. Well, I’m surprised your not dead. They’re the best in the business, besides me of course.”

“So, what does the briefcase have anything to do with the end of the world?”

“It gives me another chance to try again.”

“How? It’s broken?”

“The commission has very few rules. Strict ones, however. One of them being that you must keep these briefcases with you at all times and to not lose it whatsoever.”

“Once The Handler, my previous employer, discovers that they have lost their briefcase, they won’t be able to return back to the commission. So I’ll give them a fake one, one that looks identical to this.” You kicked the broken briefcase in front of him, causing it to tip and fall over.

“What’s so important about it?”

“It’s a time travelling device. It’s how agents get dispatched for missions and come back. That’s why they must be kept safe.”

“How do you know they’ll fall for it?”

“Cause they’re desperate.”

“How do they know they’re going to meet you here?”

“Found their hotel and left a message for them.”

“Oh.”

Peter didn’t continue, but it was obvious what he was thinking. His face almost screamed it.

“You know, I never enjoyed it.”

“What?”

“The killing.” You looked at him, he was seated in the passenger seat, eyes already on you. “I mean, I was… I was good at my work, and I… I took pride in it. But it never gave me pleasure.”

You sighed, looking back out the windshield. It was a long road surrounded by clear fields. “I think it was all those years alone. Solitude can do funny things to the mind.”

“Bucky can relate to you more than I can, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.”

He goes quiet and looks at the freshly store bought briefcase. “You’ll think they’ll buy it?”

“Don’t have a choice. There isn’t anyway to know without opening it. Like I said earlier, they’re desperate. It’s like a cop losing his gun. If the commission finds out, they’ll be in deep shit.”

“I should hold onto it. In case they make a move on you. I got sticky hands and web shooters. They wouldn’t be able to take it from me.”

“Okay, Parker, but be careful. I mean, I’ve… I’ve lived a long life, but… you’re still a young man. You got your whole life ahead of you. Don’t waste it.”

Minutes passed in somewhat comfortable silence. Finally, another car came into view. You nudged Peter and pointed towards the upcoming vehicle.

The car door slammed as you closed it. Peter moved to stand on your side, the car driving passed you and stopping a little ways passed your own.

“If this all goes sideways, do me a favour and tell Delores I’m sorry.”

Hazel and Cha Cha exited their car, masks on, and you moved forward to meet them in the middle.

“The masks really necessary?”

They removed the masks and chucked them in different directions. “So, where is it kid?”

“Wow, that’s how you’re gonna start? You know, we can get right back in our car and call it a day.”

Cha Cha pulled her gun from her holster. “You won’t even make it halfway there.” She threat.

“Maybe. But as I’m sure you found out in your previous foray, he isn’t an ordinary kid.”

“He’s right. You dropped a chandelier on him, got right back up.” Hazel chimed in.

“By the time you took him out, he’d smashed your precious briefcase to a pulp.”

“Probably us too, right? So, how do we help each other?” Hazel asked.

“I need you to get in contact with your superior, so I can have a chat with her. Face-to-face.”

“About what?”

“Well, I don’t believe that’s any of your concern.”

Cha Cha scrunched her face in annoyance. “Just don’t tell her about the briefcase.”

“Fair enough.”

She lowered her gun and walked over to the payphone. One of the factors that made you choose such a vacant area.

You stepped back over to Peter.

“What happens now?”

“Now we wait.”

A few moments of silence were interrupted by the sounds of ice cream truck music.

“Is that her?”

When the truck drove past you, Bucky was in the drivers seat while Sam rode passenger. They waved, grinning at you two.

“The hell are they doing here?”

“I may or may not have told them when you went somewhere.” Peter spat out.

Hazel and Cha Cha started firing bullets at the truck and you guys. Peter stood in front of you, making sure you didn’t get shot.

Time froze though, everything stopped. Except you, you were able to move. The fired bullets remained in the air, unmoving.

You moved from behind Peter and saw the Hhandler.

“Neat trick, isn’t it?”

You stepped over to her as she pulled the crappy veil from her hat over her face. She also removed her sun glasses.

“Hello, Y/N. You look good, all things considered.”

“It’s good to see you again.”

“Feels like we met just yesterday. Course, you were a little bit older then. Congratulations on the age regression, by the way. Very clever. Threw us all of the scent.”

“Ah, we’ll, I wish I could take credit. I just miscalculated the time dilation projection, and… Well, you know. Here I am.”

“You realise your efforts are futile. So why don’t you tell me what you really want?”

“I want you to put a stop to it.”

“You realise what you’re asking for for is next to impossible, even for me. What’s meant to be is meant to be. That’s our raison d’être.”

You pulled out your gun from your waistband. “Yeah? Well how about survival as a raison?”

“I’ll just be replaced. I’m but a… small cog in a machine. This fantasy you’ve been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse… is just that. A fantasy.”

“I must say, though, we’re all quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-itiveness, really quite… quite something. Which is why we want to offer you a new position back at the commission, in management.”

You chuckled. “Sorry, what’s that now?”

“Come back to work for us again. You know it’s where you belong.”

“We’ll, it didn’t work out too well the last time.”

“But you wouldn’t be in the correction division any longer. I’m talking about… the home office. You’d have the best health and pension, and an end to this ceaseless travel. You’re a distinguished professional in… teen angsty clothing.”

“We have the technology to reverse the process. I mean, you… you can’t be happy like this.”

“I’m not looking for happy.”

She stroked your cheek after she had lowered your gun. “We’re all looking for happy. We can make that happen. We can make you… yourself again.”

“And what about my family?” You sighed.

“What about them?”

“I want them to survive.”

“All of them?”

“Yes, all of them.”

“We’ll, I’ll see what I can do.” She placed her sunglasses back on. “Do we have a deal?” She stuck her hand out.

You looked at her hand. “One thing.” You walked over towards Hazel and Cha Cha, taking there guns and removing their magazines before throwing them two divided parts in opposite directions.

As you walked past, you noticed a bullet that would hit Peter, so you moved for it to go past him.

The Handler stuck her hand hand back out. You took hold of it and disappeared.

Just like you had predicted, the other Avengers were pissed. One of them being that you had put yourself and Peter in a dangerous situation without warning them.

You weren’t even going to mention that you had been shot while trying to get back from the Commission. They would only blow it in your face and call you immature and arrogant.

“It doesn’t matter. At least you know. Besides, it’s not like you would’ve believed me. You’d have told me to stop making shit up.”

“Whatever. Do you have any clue on how where gonna stop this upcoming apocalypse?”

“I got a new lead. This is who we have to stop." You handed Nat the letter in your hand and watched as she opened it.

"Harold Jenkins?"

Bucky's face scrunched up. "Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?"

“I don’t know, yet. But I do know that he’s responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now.”

“How is he connected to what’s gonna happen?” Wanda asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Wait, so you just know his name? That’s it?” Bucky scoffed. He still must have thought of you as a joke.

“That’s enough.”

“There’s probably dozens of Horsley Jenkinses in New York.”

“Well, we just better start looking, then.” You groaned in pain, placing your hand over the bullet wound.

“I’m sorry. Am I the only one that’s skeptical here? I mean, how exactly do you know all this about what’s his name?” Nat reasonably questioned.

“Harold Jenkins. You know those Lunatics that attacked the Compound?”

“Oh yeah, I think I remember those guys.” Clint said sarcastically.

“Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were off getting a drunk.” Stark pointed at you.

“Yeah. Then. They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back, and preventing the end of Life on Earth.”

“The Temps what?” Same hadn’t caught on, the brain dead idiot.

“My former employer. They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen… happens. They believe that the apocalypse is coming in 3 days. So I went to Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics. “Protect Harold Jenkins.” So he must be responsible for the apocalypse.”

Everybody stayed silence. They started at you, processing all of this. Peter was surprisingly the quickest to understand, his face lit up as all the information clicked into place.

Everyone else though…

“What do you mean, protect time and space?”

“Where is this Hazel, Y/N?”

“Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?”

“You know what else is insane?” Everyone looked back at you, while others went silent. “I look like a 14-year-old. Wanda moves shot with her mind, and Thor thinks he’s fooling everybody with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been.”

“She’s got a point there.” Steve acknowledge.

“We didn’t choose this life, we’re just living it. For the next 3 days, anyway.”

“But the last time we tried to stop it, we all died. Why is this time any different? Why shouldn’t I go home to my kids?” Clint asked.

“Because this time, I’m here. We have the name of the man responsible. Guys, we actually have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people. Including Nathaniel.”

“You know his name?”

“I do, and I’d like to live long enough to meet him.”

“All right. Let’s get this bastard.”

“You had me at Gerald Jenkins.” Bucky confirmed he was in.

“Harold Jenkins.” You corrected.

“Whatever, I’ve already lost two good friends this week, I’m not losing anyone else.”

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I logged back in for shits and giggles and…

WHAT??

Also, new account cause I changed again is @sanemifromcriagslist

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im switchng accounts. new account is @wheelerzluv

i dont know why, i just feel like switicing accounts.

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What about Big! Scary! Himbo werewolf reader x Will, but he HATES Mike, like constantly tries to beat him up.

>The first time you met Mike, immediately knew he was ass. Whether it was ability to read people really well, or just the ‘werewolf instinct’, but he in general did not sit right with you.

>When you saw how he acted with Will, you began to think of him as threat. Not the ‘he’s going to steal my baby’, but ‘he acts so distant to my baby, I must stay wary.’

>When you learned how he had treated Will before. “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls’, you nearly ripped his jugular out.

>After that, Will had to keep a very close eye on you when Mike was around. He is kind of the only person who gets you to calm down enough to not murder someone.

>Though he couldn’t stop your threats and terrifying death stares.

>Mike is always so confused, cause from he has heard about you, from literally anyone, your super nice and actually really chill.

>He is honestly terrified of you. He thinks everyone lied just to mess with him and that the way you actually are with him is how you are with everyone else.

>Even more confused when he sees how nice you are to Max or Dustin. Kinda takes Nancy telling him that you’re only like that with him.

>Will has given up on trying to convince you Mike isn’t as bad as you have heard. Using the excuse that Mike is really dumb and oblivious.

>Then it changes from you wanting to physically harm him (which you do still try occasionally), but making fun of him worse that Angela or Jason.

>Not like calling him a freak or pathetic. Just insulting his intelligence and his clothes.

>”What made you think wearing sandals and socks was a good fashion choice? Idiot.”

>”It was cold.”

>Basically Robin and Steve but more aggressive and way less friendly.

>You have successfully beaten his ass before.

>Hanging out at Wills house, making out and Mike barged in, without knocking, and interrupt.

>You got angry and chased him, and since your enhanced abilities make you faster, you easily caught him and just punched the living shit out of him.

>Took Will a good minute to get you off of him, mainly cause he had to find you.

>Then had to walk you both back to his house cause you chased Mike to the Junkyard, again.

>He had a black eye, a busted lip and several bruises. Also a broken arm.

>Another reason why you try to beat Mikes ass a lot is cause he has a habit of touching your ears and tail.

>You’ve only ever let Will and your little sister touch your tail and ears so him doing so without permission pisses you off.

>The first time he did, got a very threatening warning. You thought that would be enough, but it’s Mike Wheeler and he had a horrible habit of proving people wrong.

>Mike is dumb. You hate dumb Mike. Will is the only reason you haven’t gotten close enough to killing the Wheeler boy.

<3

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I saw that you made the Will Byers x Himbo male readers brother Eddie and if you have watched ST4 Vol 2…just help me with this!! Some hurt/ comfort headcannons!! 😭🙏

Notes - oh god.

>You had been with Will, Mike, Johnathan and Argyle. Later joined by El when you got her from the labs after spending most of your time searching for her while with the group.

>Which also means you didn’t know that Eddie had become a suspected murderer, after having witnessed Chrissy die on the roof of the trailer you call home.

>Nor did you know of the the whole town hunting him down or that ‘Vecna’ was trying to destroy Hawkins until El piggybacked from the pizza dough freezer.

>So when you got to Hawkins, Dustin and Steve had to sit you down for one of the most painful talks of your life.

>Will sat with you the whole time as the other two explained what happened to Eddie.

>Will hugged you to the best of his ability. Considering the height difference, he could only try so hard.

>”I would’ve been able to save him. If I hadn’t had gone to Cali or stayed the night at Mikes house, he would be fine cause I would’ve been there.”

>That began the cycle if you mumbling about how you played a part in Eddie’s death. How if you had stayed in Hawkins, if you had stayed to protect your older brother he would be fine.

>Will stayed with you the whole time. Dustin came over and hugged you tightly.

>Will had mentioned that Dustin told him he worried you blamed him for Eddie’s downfall.

>”Thank you Dustin for being there with him.”

>Both of you started crying again and hugging.

>When the two groups split, you went with Will. Dustin convinced you not to go, since the whole town still believed that Eddie was murderer.

>Everyone didn’t want them to try and pin it on you next. Or come after you and and demand Eddie’s whereabouts.

>When you saw Hopper pull up to the Cabin, you remembered all the times you would have to go the police station, with or without your uncle, to pick him up.

>Eddie felt bad about it all, having to wake you up at 1 in morning when you were 12-13 cause he got caught doing something illegal.

>You didn’t mind though. It was your version of normal.

>You hugged Hopper.

>You hugged Joyce too.

>You and Eddie had been invited to the Byers house for Dinner many times. So when you told her of Eddie, she felt empathy. She knew how it felt. She lost Hopper for 8 months and was under the impression he was dead.

>Then Will’s personal spider-sense kicked in.

>You thought about how Eddie died, and how you were gonna kill Vecna, or any other monster that the Upside Down provided.

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Hopper: I am at a lost for words!

Eddie, narrating: Despite being at a lost for words, Hopper yelled at us for the next 30 minutes.

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Eddie: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Y/N: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Eddie: Jokes on you, I can't do math

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I graduate in 2026. The school gives us jackets and we can have a personalised quote stitched into the back… I know what I must do…

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Dustin: Steve? Do you think that you would still hang out with me if I was a worm?

Steve: Dude, if you were a worm, then that would make me one proud worm dad.

Dustin: Did you just-

Steve: Yes, yes I did. You just need to sign here.

Dustin: *crying* tHankS DaD!

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Hopper: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Joyce: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Hopper: Death is a social construct.

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Will Byers x Himbo Reader -Links Posts

General Relationship Headcanons

School Life

Size Difference

Official Meeting

Protecting Will

Hide n' Seek

Eddie’s Death

Mike Fucking Wheeler

Werewolf Shifting

a/n - i've switched accounts so everything added to this as of the 27/08/22, is from my new account. @wheelerzluv

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HELP HELP HELP 😭😭😭 I JUST WATCHED THIS EDIT https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTdw85bJ7/?k=1 MY POOR BABY 😭😭 HE DESERVES THE WORLD. To the point tho I’m sobbing, coughing, throwing up because of this, so I’m gonna need some fluff of Will and his big! Dumb! Demon! boyfriend! Possibly them playing hide in seek?! Himbo reader is in his demon form because there alone and has trouble finding Will and when he says he can come out, Will doesn’t making him believe he left him. He gets all sad and just as he was about to start worrying they trip over each other, Will ontop of him and him on the ground, then they share a little smoochy 😚

A/N- I’ve been avoiding writing at the moment, mainly cause I’ve gotten really lazy, but I’ll try and get this posted quickly. I’m sorry if you wanted a written out story, my brain struggles with them.

>Once the Byers had left to do the groceries, all except Will, him and you decided to play Hide n’ Seek.

>Only difference from the actual game was you had to do it in demon form, as Will had said and stated.

>Didn’t really bother you, just made it more of a challenge.

>Until you remembered how bad you were at them.

>It had been like 15 minutes and you so bored. Will was no where to be seen, and you were ready to give and have some ice cream.

>”Will, you can come out now. I give up, you win.”

>Wherever Will was hiding, he silently laughed to himself, assuming such was a trick and continued to hide.

>When he didn’t pop out, you walked around the house, wondering if he just heard you, while continuing to call him out.

>When you gone threw every room, even checked his backyard. (You scared the neighbours cat cause you forgot to turn back for a split second.) You got worried.

>Will should’ve come out by now, if he wasn’t here, did he leave you?

>Your stomach had twisted itself into a painful knot at the fear of Will leaving, and abandoning you.

>You completely forgot you were in his house, and that he wouldn’t just leave it cause he “no longer loved you or wanted you” as you told yourself repeatedly.

>He heard you from his hiding spot, and quickly realised it wasn’t a trick, came out of his hiding spot, and ran to where you were probably crying standing.

>His arms wrapped around your torso, his head pressed tightly to your own chest, and the both of you falling, as he had practically jumped on you.

>You hit the floor hard. Your eyes were squinted tightly, the pain from the fall catching up with your now aching skull.

>Wills wrapped around your neck and pulled himself towards your face, his breathe fanned over your neck.

>He moved so that he hovered over your chest, his legs on either side of your torso and pulled your face into his hands.

>”Y/n? You okay?”

>”You didn’t run away from me?”

>Your eyes opened, and tears breaded the edge of your eye lids. Wills heart shattered, he hadn’t meant to hurt you.

>”Of course not. I have not or ever will think of running away from you. You’re basically my lifeline. You and my family make me feel safe, and loved and normal.”

>”I’m anything but normal.”

>”That doesn’t stop me from loving you though.”

>He pulled your face closer to his and kissed you. It was sweet, soft and full of love.

>The both of you stayed on the floor, kissing and confessing your love to one another over and over again for 20 minutes.

>You two calmed down, so you moved to his bedroom.

>There, you continued to kiss and hug, cuddling as you both listened to music through the walkman he bought you for your birthday.

>When “Don’t Stop Me Now” started to play, you both sang softly to the lyrics. Queen was a personal favourite of yours and his top ten bands.

>Both of you passed out eventually, holding onto each other and being utterly in love with one another.<3

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Can u write being el's first friend in california and standing up for her as popular fem reader headcanons?

A/N - I love writing headcanons, means I don’t need to write proper sentences lmao. Also, this ends up straining away from the actual request cause I got into it, but like I tried to make up for it with it cute friendship headcanons.

>Your probably live right done the street from her house.

>The day they moved into their house, you saw the moving truck and figured you could help out and get to know some new neighbours.

>It was a short walk, 1 minute I’d say, and you say a family of 4 entering they’re new house.

>The oldest looked to be the kids mom, and the oldest male looked to young to be a father.

>One of the kids, a girl saw you approach, and a smile, a very big smile, broke out onto her face as she waved at you.

>You waved back, she seemed really nice.

>You speed walk to her quickly, which surprised her, but made her smile even more.

>”Hey, I see the moving truck and thought I’d come by and say hello and ask if you need a 5th pair of hands?”

>Their mom looked at you and smile softly- what a lovely family -and said that they didn’t want to interrupt your day but thanked you for offering.

>You insisted and joked that you had been looking for something to do anyway and that helping someone felt nice.

>She gave in after your new friend practically gave her puppy dog eyes.

>You helped El- Your new friends name -move her stuff into her bedroom and helped her set up the bedroom a little.

>She told you about her siblings and her dad, her mom and why they had to move (sorta)

>”I get the whole “parents have to move for a new job” kind of thing. I and my family moved her around 4 months ago, before school started.”

>Will came into the room to say hi, and asked you like two questions (“Have you heard of D&D?” “Do you know where the local pizza place is?”)

>The rest of the day was spent organising, getting to know El and her family and exploring the house.

>On her & Wills first day of school, you helped them around a lot. You introduced her to few of your friends like Angela and the others she hangs out with.

>She made a comment on El’s clothing and you were very confused. You told Angela to knock it off and she responded with the “popular girl reason to pick on anyone.” (“Why, she’s a complete weirdo?)

>Her other friends started to laugh and so you dragged El and Will away, thinking of a way to get back at them.

>You talked it other and the 3 of you decided on a classic slime prank.

>You bought a bucket worths amount of slime and tide it to the top of the door. The very basic idea of it falling on her head and ruining her outfit, hair, makeup and hopefully a little bit of her reputation.

>Prank went well. No one knew it was either of you cause you climbed back out the Window when you’d set it up.

>You also insured it would land on her head and not some random kid, by taking one of her assignments and placing it on her desk so that she would have to get it to the classroom earlier than usual.

>There was a rumour around the school that a student would take forgotten assignments and pass using them. (Which worked out in your favour lol.)

>She went home early and didn’t show up the next day, or the next either.

>Victory was yours, El’s and Will’s.

>More pranks would ensue when you caught El or Will being made fun of. They never really told you when you didn’t see it.

>Angela is yet to catch on or even suspect you lmao.

>She very dumb.

>If anyone else picks on her or Will, (They’re a package deal.) you use very creative insults to get them to be quiet.

>”Go blow your dad you fizzy haired fuck!” (No offence Eddie.) “I’m gonna rip out your mothers uterus and shove it done your fucking throat!” (Using sister instead of mother works fine too!”

>But when school was out, (After school, holidays and weekends.) you and her would have a lot of fun. (Very specific.)

>Fun such as going to food places and eating a shit ton of unhealthy foods, candies and drinking milkshakes. (I’m sorry if you have diabetes.)

>You took her to see movies at the theatre, went to the Arcade together, helped her put songs on cassettes to send to a boy named Mike from her hometown.

>Argyle would also give you rides to school, even though you could’ve just gone with one of the other popular kids.

>You helped her with making the diorama of her dads cabin. She also told you about the lab after a while. You swore to protect her for the rest of your life.

>You tried to take the blame for the incident at the Rink-O-Rama, but since witnesses says otherwise, they took El.

>You managed to convince the cops that you were her influence and they took you into custody as well.

>Then the whole Nina project came into play, and you tried you hardest to be there for her.

>El ended up coming clean about everything and you didn’t faze much, just held her as she cried, obviously frustrated from everything and being back in a lab.

>By everything, I mean she told you about the Demogorgon, Mind Flayer and The flayed people. Also talked about how the government chased her and nearly killed her and her friends back in 83’.

>Then you both escaped, (not without you killing Dr Brenner.) went to Hawkins and fought Vecna after her other friends informed you guys about everything.

>It was actually hilarious, cause one of the older boys, Steve practically adopted you. Started calling him dad and then realised it be even funnier to call him mom.

>El joined in on the joke.

>She is very happy you’re in her life, you make it better.

>Also, you cried with her when she saw Hopper. You cried happy tears cause she was happy to see her dad again.

>You, El and Max become a package deal.

>Then you get dragged back to Cali by your parents.

>Joyce and her chaotic kids moves back to Hawkins. You sobbed as you hugged El goodbye. So did She, Will and Joyce.

>Argyle and Johnathan were just sad. They stood by his now fixed car and just said really long goodbyes.

>You managed to convince your parents to let you visit the Byers and Hoppers often. Like every 2-3 weeks.

>Parents get annoyed and just move to Hawkins after like 4 months.

>You also become a popular kid in Hawkins High and use it to your friends advantages.

>Also, you’re in the party.

>Your Eddie’s second favourite. Mainly cause he got the opportunity to teach you everything about D&D and you two had a hell of a time.

>El was there for most of the lessons, not understanding any of it but wanting be supportive.

>Based on whatever class yours is, is the nickname Eddie bases it off of.

>You also call Robin dad, it annoys Steve so-

>El and you have millions of sleepovers, whether at you house or her cabin. (Her and Hopper fixed it up.) Whether Max or anyone else if there or if either of you sneak out and explore random parts of Hawkins.

>She once heard a joke about adult stuff and asked you. You very awkwardly explained it to her. Max came in the room, after spying for like the whole conversation and just laughed at you and your awkwardness.

>”How’d you get into my house?? It’s 10 at night Max.”

>You never found out how she got into your house, she’ll never tell you.

>If you joined the Hellfire Club, she’ll go to EVERY. Single campaign.

>Also, you both go Lucas’ games when possible. He always appreciates it.

>Probably almost killed Vecna when he hurt El. Probably took Steve’s bat and tried bashing his head in with it.

>You both get away with a lot of things. Like stealing clothes from your mutual friends and each other. Also, you’re they only person Hopper blindly trusts with his daughter. (Other than the Byers.)

>You thought her how to ride a bike when Hopper proposed the idea. Obviously Hopper also teaches her, but you kept an eye for her when you went on bike rides.

>You tell her stories about mythical- nice -monsters/creatures such as unicorns and puppy’s with laser eyes.

>You both binge watch shows on Sundays. Whether it be action shows or cartoons.

>You attend most Movie nights with El and her family. (I truthfully believe the Byers joined in on El and Hoppers movie nights he talked about in season 3.)

>You’ve accidentally have called him dad half a million times, and every time you do, he becomes awkward and El just a smiles.

>You introduced her to Marvel. Max introduced her to DC. The both of you introduced her to He-Man.

>You help her out with most of her homework, except maths. Most people suck at math. You both were one of them. So instead, Nancy helped in that department.

>For her birthday, (Which you totally made up and said it was the date you two meet. She also knows that’s not her real birthday.) you got her a bird. Mainly cause the were easy to take care of and you didn’t want to stress her out.

>All she had to do was feed it and dive it water, and try to befriend said bird.

>She actually had two birds, but one passed away. You feel like it’s kind of your fault because you named it Loki. (I’m purely basing this on my own birds.) (Yes, I did have a bird name Loki that passed away.)

>All of the Party have had a massive sleepover in Mikes Basement. Like once every two-three weeks.

>If El and Mike ever break up, you and Max comfort her. Mike almost does at the hands of you and Hopper on several occasions that same week.

>At school (Hawkins High), if they have dodge ball terminates, and can pick your own team, the party just forms as one and they all learn about your aggressive and they protective side when a ball straight hits El in the face which gives her a really bad headache.

>Overall, a very cute friendship.<3

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could you please do a eddie munson x reader. like a hurt comfort with tons of fluff? or just like the reader taking care of him because of the accused murder maybe? thanks!

A/N - I love Eddie Munson, lol. Of course. (Your like 18-19, and related to either Dustin or Lucas, depends on your race;)) (there is use of the word ‘princess’)

God, life for Eddie Munson was somewhat simpler before all this spring break bullshit. He hardly had a handful of things to do. Spend time with his lovely girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, plan campaigns, sell weed and try to study to graduate and make 86’ his year.

But then Chrissy Cunningham died on his roof, he ran away, and hid out at Reefer Ricks, absolutely terrified of being caught.

He also worried for his girlfriend. The town of Hawkins knew of the relationship he and Y/N has. For all he knows, the could try to pry answers out of her or accuse her of murder.

Luckily, he knew his girlfriend was safe less than 24 hours later. Mainly cause she showed up at Ricks house, along tagging Dustin, Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington, a band geek and ‘Madmax’.

She stayed with him, including the whole Patrick dying in the lake in front of he and Jason, and Jason stupidly thinking he was some cultist.

His biggest fear came to light; the entire town believed you were a mindless zombie, following him into his apparent cult, a murderer, a lame excuse of a sad, pathetic human being who enjoyed taking part in that of cruelty and death.

He tried to convince you to hide away from him, to let him try to keep you safe, you told him in Dustin’s words, ‘you die, I die’ and even though he wanted to argue, wanted to complain about your safety, he knew you’d ignore it, letting in in through one ear and immediately out the other.

Which is exactly what was happening right now.

“Please, baby, I’ve gotten you into enough trouble, just let me keep you safe.” He begged, holding you in his lap as you sat underneath skulls rock.

“No, I’ve told you a million times I’ll tell you another, I’m staying with you, I’ll happily be your ride or die, I’ll keep you safe and love you for as long as you let me.”

“I know you’ve promised me these things, but I did too. I have to have you safe. I would rather Vecna kill me than let him harm you. I don’t want the cops to chew you out for being there to help Eddie ‘the Featk’ Munson.”

“Listen to me. I’d rather die than abandon you, your the love of my life. You make me somewhat happy to go to school.”

“You graduated last year, bubbles.”

“Point still stands. Your the reason I look after myself. You make me smile even on some shitty days. I adore you for wanting to protect me, but it’s my turn I protect you.”

“How dare you convince me to let you in more danger than a baby has when it’s stroller is rolling towards a staircase, no parent around to stop it.”

“I’m glad I did. Now, we need to come up with a plan, we need some way to contact the others without alerting anybody.”

“You’ve been hanging with those guys since forever. Like back in 1982.”

“Yeah, that’s because Dustin/Lucas is my brother. In fact, I’m the one who got them into D&D.”

“You also convinced me to let them in the club. Grateful you annoy me a lot.”

“I graduated last year. You were in dire need of members anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah. Back to topic, we no longer have a radio. We’ll need to get another one, do you know where we can get one without being caught?”

“Cops have them, we can steal them.”

“How?”

“Considering everyone is looking for us, and people are dying in Hawkins, we can steal them from the police when we find them. We’ll just have to be sneaky.”

“Okay, can we come back to this later or tomorrow morning, I feel drained.” He rested his body weight against the smooth rock.

“Yeah Metal Munson, we can come back to this. Rest.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine, besides, I was sleeping most of the day.”

“Lazy bum.”

You gasped with fake offence, as you pushed his chest lightly. He grinned at you, grabbing you by the hips, and pulling you into his lap.

His hands reached for your face and he attacked it with kisses while also pinching your cheeks.

“Stohp it.” You mumbled, softly smiling.

“C’mon, don’t pretend like you don’t love it. Especially with that smile on your face.”

You gave him a cheeky grin and stuck your tongue at him. He than gave you a look that said, ‘your gamma regret doing that.’

He licked your tongue.

“Gross dude.” You pulled your sleeve up to your mouth and licked the it to get his saliva off your tongue.

“We have made our before. Like hardcore sloppy make out, and you get gross out over me licking your tongue?” He stated nonchalantly, a bored, yet amused look casted over his face.

You opted to stay silent, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer.

“You wanna cuddle and tell me about your favourite arcade game?”

“Only do that when I’m sad.”

“Figured it might’ve changed again, it does like once or twice, maybe even thrice a week.”

“Butthead.”

“Princess.”

“Asshat.”

“That’s a new one.”

“knob Jockey.”

“And you’re still going.”

“Cock breath.”

He nodded along to your voice, a smile playing in his lips.

“And that’s all I have at the moment.”

“They’re all pretty good. Except maybe Ass Shooter, that one doesn’t make sense.”

“I wish we had something to play music on, i really wanna listen to Cherry Bomb and Should I Stay Or Should I Go?”

“Good songs, my my taste is better.”

You playfully glared at him, watching his face and admiring his pretty features.

“Am I really that good looking?” He grabbed your hand and held it to his chest.

“No really. You kinda look like a sewer rat. But I like your bird nest that you call hair so I put up with it.” He laughed, finding your playful insults and stoic face funny.

“Can I add something to my pervious rant?”

“Which one?”

“Sewer rat one.”

“Go ahead princess.”

“You may be annoying and obsessed with D&D, but I love you and the weed you sell.”

“Best speech ever.”

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Just watched a scary movie…gonna need some fluff. Could you do a short story of the reader (the one I’ve usually asked for) coming on a surprise visit to Wills school (before spring break) only to see him being picked on (obviously not cause he’s gay!) but because they think he’s making the m/n up and he gets so mad that he beats them up! His horns start to come out and his teeth while Will is trying so hard to make him stop. Eventually he does after Will cups his face and calms him down 🥰

A/N - Heck Yes! The idea of this fun, and it’s also probably gonna be a bit violent. (Very sorry for how long this took)

It was a week until Winter break, both you and Will had planned to spend the full time together. Probably plan a few double dates, maybe even triple dates with Mike and El, Johnathan and Nancy.

But being the romantic you self proclaim, you decided to visit Will a week in advance, hoping to surprise him.

You hoped it would work this time, he usually found out anyway, you were terrible at keeping secrets.

The plan was simple.

Have Eddie answer the phone 1 day before your flight and have him say that you had caught a terrible cold so bad, you had lost your voice. Why, Eddie? Cause he was your brother, so it only made sense.

You had Dustin and Mike go over your plan, they helped a lot.

All you had to do was get on that plane, and get to Cali. Which fucking worked. You got to the Byers house and greeted Joyce who was surprised but happy to see you.

You put all your stuff in his room, placing the bags and all your other necessities in it’s usual area, before running back out the house, waving goodbye to Joyce.

It was about a 10 minute run, considering you upped your speed. When you reached Will’s school, your very happy and excited mood changed drastically.

Will seemed to be being yelled, while simultaneously being shoved back and forth between 3 guys. He was bleeding, his cheek bone seemed busted and his lip was broken.

You walked closer, stopping before they could see you. Shocked us an understatement to how you were feeling. Anger too.

“I swear, I’m not lying! My boyfriend does live in another sta- ah!” One of the 3 stooges grabbed his arm and yanked while another kicked his legs out from under him.

“Mother fuckers! Get away from him!” Before Will could recover, you had tackled the one still had a grip on him from pulling his arm.

The back of his head slammed into the concrete with an audible crack. It felt as though you were in a haze. They only thing that your brain was able to register was that Will was being attacked.

The other two grabbed at your arms, and tried to pull you off their critically injured friend.

You pulled your arms in towards you, causing the two to bang their heads on the other. You then forcefully shoved your arms backwards, sending the pricks flying at least 4 feet.

You rammed your fists into the unconscious boys head, blood spluttering from his face and covering your shirt.

Will kept calling your name, only for his pleas to fall on death ears. He noticed that your horns had started to protrude from your head and that your skins was differing in colour.

He stood up quickly, running over to you. He wrapped his arms around our middle, trying his hardest to pull you from the limp body.

“Y/N! Calm down! Your fucking scaring me!” Your movements ceased, staring down at the bloody male.

“You okay Will?” Your voice was small, scared even.

“Let’s go Y/N. I don’t want you to get in trouble, or arrested.” Will let go of your torso and instead grabbed your forearm, tugging lightly.

You stood up, Will grabbed his back and you both just walked to his house, in ear piercing silence.

It started to snow as you got to his block. You didn’t really mind, you were to scared of what Will would do.

Would he want to break up? What if he said he was scared of you? What if he told Eddie? Or his siblings?

You hadn’t realised you were sitting on his bed in his room, you didn’t have a shirt on and Will was cleaning the blood off your face.

“Will, I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have attacked those guys, especially in front of you. It was wrong, and probably really stupid too. I got so angry though and I’m sorry.” Will lifted your face so your eyes would meet his.

“Calm down, y/n, I know you were defending me. I also know you got so angry, that your skin turned a different colour and your horns started to show. You’re lucky all three were unconscious and I was the only other person there.”

“I know, I’m sorry Will.”

“I know, I know. Are you okay, y/n/n? Your hands must be sore.”

“They sting a little, but I guess I’m okay. Why- why were those guys pushing you around, though?”

“I told them about you, cause El brought you up. She asked when you’d come around again. This girl, Angela overheard and asked, so I told her and she didn’t believe me. She kind of told the whole school and that’s why those three guys were pushing me around.”

“You want me to beat her up? Or no more violence?”

“No more violence.” Will held your hands, still in the process of cleaning them off. “Let’s get you cleaned up, we’ll eat, and then cuddle the rest of the day.”

“Okay Will.” You gave him a fond smile, your cheeks glowing with warmth.

“Go to the bathroom and have a shower, I’ll get you clothes and a towel.”

“Cuddles.” You groaned, making granny hands at Will, who was seated at his desk, eating his food.

“When I finish eating, we can cuddle and I’ll give all the kisses you want, but let me eat please.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms and scrunched your nose.

“Grumpy dork.” Will laughed.

Unwilling, you smiled, avoiding looking at him, not wanting to admit he was right.

“Cmon, we can cuddle on the couch and watch some Carebears.”

You immediately jumped of the bed, running towards his bedroom door. You bounced lightly on the heel of you foot waiting for him to stand up.

“I knew you liked Carebears, but not this much.” He laughed, grabbing his plate of food and walking towards the lounge room.

“I love them, but I also love cuddles.” You followed him very close behind, barely missing his heels with your feet.

“I swear, you’re like a cat and a dog being housed in the same body.”

“Okay, but, to be fair, I’m your favourite cat dog, person.”

“That you are y/n/n.”

Will placed his food on the coffee table, waving hi to his mom. Mrs. Byers already knew what happened. It’s not like you could’ve hidden all the blood from her.

Luckily she understood, surprisingly, and continued with work. “Lay down, your to big to lay on me.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, falling backwards into the couch and shuffling to get comfortable. Will climbed and straddled you stomach, before lying down and pressing the right side of his face into your chest.

“Your butts sticking up.”

“Cuddle, and watch Carebears. Don’t need to look at my butt.”

“Sorry.” You placed your arms on his back, effortlessly pulling him closer to you.

“It’s fine Grumpy cat.”

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Hi! Do you think you can do a reader x Dustin from stranger things season 4 where he finds out you have a crush in him but it would be like that one scene where Erica was gonna tell Dustin what he found under Lucas’s bed but instead of that ur close friends with Erica and she threatens to tell Dustin and Lucas what she found in ur diary saying that u liked Dustin, Dustin finds out by asking later tho ofc

A/N - Ending is rushed, I’m sorry.

“Anything?”

“Nothing.” Dustin placed the Walkie Talkie down on the kitchen counter, and leaned over it. The room was silent for a moment.

“You don’t they went through…” Lucas asked.

“Through Watergate? Without us? Without a plan? Without Weapons? They wouldn’t be that stupid.” Dustin stated firmly.

“Yeah. They barely know anything about the Upside. Especially compared to us.”

“Exactly, they must just be trying to lay low cause the law got us.”

“‘The Law?’ What is this, Gunsmoke? The Stupid and the Ugly? Should I round up the posse? Shuffle the horses?”

“Erica. Please, just go away.” You said, Erica didn’t need to know. Otherwise, she could get hurt.

“Here’s the deal. Either you tell me what’s happening or I tell Dustin and Lucas what I read in your diary.

You tensed up at that. Had much did she read? It’s not like that would matter though, most of the pages were about Dustin and there were many drawings.

Dustin and Lucas both looked, the former more surprised, probably by the fact you have a diary and the latter more so curious to what was the actually context of his sisters deal.

You tried to shallow the lump in your throat, hoping it’s help with your nerves. It didn’t. “Please, no.”

She smirked at you. “Spill your guys, Cowpuncher.”

“What’d she find in your diary?” Dustin asked, causing your face to burn with embarrassment.

“Nothing.” You defended terribly.

“Is it gross?” Erica nodded to the curly haired boy’s question. “Scale of one to ten.”

“A hundred.”

“A hundred?” Dustin asked in disbelief.

“The serial killer is a dark wizard from the Upside Down. And we’ve been looking for him, but he’s in the upside down, which we can’t reach. At least we thought we couldn’t, until we found a gate at Lovers Lake. That was the reason why we were there, but these stupid cops grabbed us. And if you tell anyone about this, that’s including Your mom, and your dad and Tina… especially Tina, I… will smother you in your sleep. Do you understand?”

Erica hummed thoughtfully, resting her chin on her curled up hand.

“Erica? Do. You. Copy?”

“The smothering me in my sleep part, but no much else. Why would they open up a gate at Lovers Lake?”

“What?”

“The commies.”

“The commies didn’t.”

“Then who did?”

“Nobody.”

“So it just opened up for fun?”

“Erica, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No, she doesn’t, yet she raises an essential question. How did Watergate open up? Only two gates have been opened, so far as we know. One by El, one by the Commies. But it’s not the Commies or El this time, so it…”

Dustin paused, thinking somethings up. “Holy shot. Wait, wait, wait, wait.”

“‘Wait, wait, wait,’ what?”

“There’s one thing we’ve never understood. Which is why Vecna’s killing people. What’s his motive? Killing teens? It always just seemed to random. Too prosaic. On top of that, how does the Mind Flayer figure into all this? Maybe this is it. This is the answer.”

“What is the answer?”

Karen entered the kitchen, Powell behind her, requesting some drink as she named out options. The four moved to the staircase, avoiding the two adults.

“Okay, just hear me out. How did El open the Mothergate?”

“She contacted the Demogorgon.”

“With psychic contact. Just like…”

“Like Vecna when casts his spells.”

“Exactly.” Dustin hummed, grinning at you. “So, what if, with each kill, he’s not simply killing them, he’s making a powerful psychic connection with his victims? A connection powerful enough to rip a hole in the fabric of time and space.”

“He’s opening more gates.” Lucas concluded.

“Bingo.”

“Y/n, we got to talk dude.” Dustin ran up from behind you as you had been pretty far ahead of the group.

“Yeah?” He walked beside you now, catching his breath.

“What was it that Erica found in your diary? You seemed really worried she would tell us.”

“It’s nothing important, just puberty stuff, y’know.”

Dustin gasped. “Did you start your period?”

“I already told I did when we were like 12. You thought I was bleeding to death cause I had a red patch of blood on my pants.” You laughed, remembering his horror stricken face when he told you.

“Oh yeah, I had a few nightmares after that. I had to ask my mom what a period was cause you missed the part in explaining it to me.”

“Oh, yeah you’re right. I completely forgot most guys aren’t taught that stuff. Sorry about all that.�� He grinned at him, to which he returned.

“What other puberty stuff could be in that diary of yours though. I mean, I’m even apart of you first period story.”

“Y’know, crushes, and stuff.”

“Who? Do I know them? Does any of us know them?”

“I guess, yeah?”

“I’m gonna name random people, don’t get offended please. Gareth, Jeff, Jason-“

“Eww, stop Dusty. As if I’d ever have a crush of that douchebag.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry y/n/n.”

“Haven’t heard you call me that since forever ago.”

“Yeah, I guess we don’t talk as much as we used to. Like I’m busy with the Hellfire Club and so are you. But you’re also busy with babysitting and looking after your dog.”

“I miss hanging out, riding our bikes, playing Dn’D in Mikes basement for 10 hours. I miss our sleepovers. I miss everything before all this stuff happened with the upside down happened.”

“Me too.”

“I found it.”

“What’d you find DustyBun?”

“Your diary.” He deadpanned. He watched as the smirk fell of your face, your facial expression full of worry.

“Did you read it?”

“Didn’t have to. Erica saw me with it, assumed I read it and told me your big secret.”

“Which is?”

“You’ve liked me since we were 10. Around 5 years ago it seems to have started, according to what Erica told me.”

He starred at you, as he tossed you your diary. You didn’t make an attempt to catch it so it hit the floor right at your feet from where you sat in your families lounge room.

“How come you didn’t tell me?”

“I thought you would think I’m weird for liking my best friend.”

“Y/n it’s been 5 years, I don’t think crushes last that long, I honestly think it could be love. I asked Nancy and Robin. I obviously didn’t go to Steve or Eddie, they would on us for it.”

“Yeah, they would.”

“Why do you think I don’t like you?”

“Cause you would have had said something otherwise. You’re always so honest about the girls you like.”

“Expect for one.”

“Yeah? And whose that?”

He just started at you, waiting for it to click in.

“If you’re talking about me, then yeah right, you’re just tryin’ to make me feel less worse than I do.”

“I swear on my moms life y/n, I’m not joking.”

You chanced stay look at him. He was sitting next to you by this point. He looked to be telling the truth, as well as nervous.

“And if you are telling the truth? What do we do? You know just as well about anybody in this town that I have never been in a relationship.”

“It would me very happy, and glad, to be your first boyfriend, as well as your first kiss.”

“Did Erica tell you that too?”

“Nah I read that.”

“So you lied?”

“Mhm. All for your love.”

“Sounds like a cheesy romance movie stereotype.”

“That sounds absolutely lovely to me, y/l/n.”

“So, boyfriend, what do we do as a first date?”

“We could go annoy Steve and rent a movie, girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a plan, mr. Charmer.”

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That’s good. Glad your still alive, your one of my favorite authors!

Your my favourite requester, so feeling is mutual!! <3