#anyway I think steve would love it and that's all that matters lol

[upsidedownmvnson]

tell me you love me | steve harrington

warnings: fluff (warning lol) friends to lovers, idiots to lovers,

a/n: i actually really loved this <3 i hope you do too

tell me you love me vol 2

Steve Harrington had already tried twice in his life to confess his love for you.

The first time, you two were in the tenth grade and you had just accepted stupid Jack Warren's invitation to prom, so Steve didn't bother. That was back when he was settling into popularity anyway, so he got over it pretty quickly. He was dating Cathy Bartlett the next week.

The second time, Robin had made him pinky promise not to date you. She had held him down, sat on his back and twisted his arm until he pinky swore that he wouldn't do anything to destroy the delicate ecosystem of the friend group. There was already one awkward ex-situation in there.

But Robin was right, you were not like the girls he normally dated. If things went wrong he wouldn't be able to just sweep it under the rug, it could have painful ramifications for all his friends. Although... he didn't actually think it would go that bad. Steve would find his mind wandering on the idea often. He pictured the two of you in the kitchen, side by side cooking dinner and talking about your day. When he thought of you, it felt like home. It felt like somewhere he could build a house and live forever.

If he could only get the words out, he'd realize how quickly you'd accept him. He'd realize he wasn't the only one of you that was stupid in love.

You had been in love with Steve since you could remember. But never once thought he'd shared your interest, not with all the girls around him all the time. The way he shines in their attention and basks in their praise, it's enough to make you sure he's happy with how it is. Or he probably wouldn't have told you all about his date with Debbie Dabbenthorn, right?

Tonight, you, Nancy and Robin were at a party. Something Steve desperately tried to make not happen. But he was working, so there was no one to stop you girls from coaxing each other into drink after drink, which you always did. The three of you always drank too much, and Steve always got stuck trying to coral you and Robin into his car.

At the party, Nancy was handing you another red cup filled to the brim, sloshing over the side and coating your fingers. You hadn't noticed.

"I love when we ditch the boys," Nancy said, smiling as she sipped out of her own solo cup. "It's so fun!"

"Same," Robin said, slinging her arm around Nancy's shoulers, making the two of them sway and laugh. They caught their balance and cheered drinks. "Hey, help me find the bathroom!"

It wasn't hard to find, but it was hard for all three of you to get there without knocking into each other, but it didn't matter. The three of you giggled the whole way, laughing too hard over barely anything. Enjoying the simple joy of being with your friends on a party.

The line for the bathroom was short, only a few people deep. Nancy was grilling Robin on her love life while Robin evaded every question with a vague answer, soon, she turned it onto you, focusing Nancy on the other singler girl in the group.

"Do you not think anyone is cute at least?" Nancy said, not quite believing you when you say you didn't have a crush on anyone at the moment. You shrugged, trying to avoid admitting that it was her ex boyfriend that really turned your head. Robin chuckled, and slid into the bathroom.

You started sipping your drink when Nancy asked, "Not even Steve?" and you nearly choked, but you coughed once and composed yourself. You stared at her, confused as to why she would bring him up.

"You don't have to say anything," she said, and you looked into your cup, noting that you'd need a replacement after this trip. "But it would be okay with me."

Robin opened the bathroom door again, reassembling the trio be throwing her arms around both of your shoulders. "New drinks!" she cheered, steering you all in the direction of the kitchen.

"Drink up," Nancy giggled, "and then let's dance!"

So that's what you did, you guys drank and danced and had a great time. Until Jonathan came to pick up Nancy. That's when you saw that it was after nine, so Steve should've been on the way to come collect you and Robin from your drunken outing. You told Robin again how nice it was for Steve to come get you.

"But c'mon, you love him right?" Robin asked, laughing at your shock.

"I do not love him," you argued, but you did. Robin shrugged, but didn't look convinced. "He just is beautiful, that's all."

"Nah," she said, brushing off the idea with a wave of her hand. "You just love him."

"Do not," you mumbled. But Robin already leaned the other way when Vicki walked up to talk to her. You leaned further into the couch, the ugly thing was very comfortable. Steve should be there any minute.

"Hey," Robin whispered, "Vicki invited me to go with her friends to the lake... Are you gunna be okay here? You're not too drunk are you? Because if you think you can't stay awake, I'll stay of course..."

"Robin, go! I'll be fine for like two minutes..." you slurred, you were pretty drunk but Steve really was going to be there any second.

"Okay!" she didn't have to be told twice before she was scrambling after Vicki in her love-drunk haze. Or maybe just regular drunk, but Robin was feeling giddy anyway.

Steve was running behind because he lost the address that Robin had given him. She'd just ripped off a corner of a piece of paper, and Steve had lost it at some point in his shift. When he finally found the place he was thirty minutes behind.

When he got inside you were curled up on the couch alone, snoozing while some couple made out next to you in the spot Robin had vacated. He smiled when he saw you, and took a knee next to you, trying to wake you up nicely. He stroked your cheek, and tucked some hair behind ear, making you stir softly in your slumber.

"Time to get up," Steve said, "Where's Robin?"

"Went with Vicki," you whispered, rubbing your eyes, smudging whatever makeup wasn't already ruined from the dancing.

"Well, how mean of her to leave you here all alone," he said, running his thumb along your cheek again. "Can't trust you guys alone now though, she did leave you to fall asleep at a house party. That's like really bad, I'm mad at her."

You made a soft noise in response, his stern voice was, not so stern. He smiled at you, and you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was. Leaning close to you, rubbing your cheek, hair falling perfectly on his forehead and you just wanted to reach up and brush it away like he did. But your hands were wedged under your head, and you were afraid that if you stirred even an inch, he would leave, and this moment would be over.

"Guess you'll just have to make sure you come with us next time," you whispered, eyes bloodshot and glossy from all the alcohol. He thought you were the most beautiful girl in the room. The party was still raging around him, and he easily could've found a place within the girls, but he was content in this moment with you. Your eyes started feeling heavy, and you couldn't stop them from constantly fluttering shut.

“C'mon let me help you up babe,” Steve said, aiding your drunk figure. The nickname made your stomach flip. You were dead weight, giggling as he took care of you and grabbed your things and still found the patience to be kind to you, musing like he was interested in all your drunk babble.

“You're just so pretty, Stevie, it's stupid,” you cooed, finding a place beside him with his arms around you for balance as he lead you, slowly, to his car.

"D-Don't say that stuff," Steve said, voice cracking at the beginning. You were drunk, and it was dark, but you still noticed the blush on Steve's cheeks, and you smiled.

He opened the door for you, and you commented, "so romantic," while holding your hand over your heart, and Steve's heart raced. He went around the trunk of his car to get another second of fresh air, if you saw him in the light you were sure to see the heat he felt in his neck and cheeks. You were flirting with him, and he couldn't contain his excitement every time you complimented him, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes.

The entire trip was like that. From the moment he was in the car you were just a loose cannon of compliments and praises. This combination of him sober and you drunk has never happened while alone before. Were you this flirty with him when he was drunk too?

The answer was yes. The real reason Nancy knew you really wanted Steve was because whenever you two are drunk and together you look like you're in love... because you are. Holding hands, head on shoulder, legs across laps, big bright smiles that made everyone think you were truly, madly, deeply in love. Everything that's just a little too friendly, but never crossing that silly little line that kept you both under the umbrella of just friends.

You were a delight in his passenger seat. He only wished you spoke like this when you were sober, because then maybe he'd know for sure you love him too.

"Hey Steve?" you asked, voice coming out as almost a purr in your sleepy state. Steve's heart melted. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Yeah," he answered, clearing his throat and moving his hand over to your lap, intertwining your fingers. Your hands were cold to the touch, but all you felt was the comforting warmth of him. You were both smiling, goofy grins to match the butterflies in your stomach. "You can hold my hand whenever you like."

You made another happy hum, but said nothing else. The ride was short. No words exchanged, just the quiet songs on the radio, turned low to let you drift off in the passenger seat.

When you got to his house, he parked the car, looking at you. He didn't want to wake you. And he didn't want to let go of your hand. Maybe he should just stay in the car all night.

Of course he didn't do that. Steve weaseled his way out of your grip, not bothering to hide how pleased he was that you whined at the loss of his touch. he helped you out of the car, encouraging you to climb on his back for "an express ride to the VIP bathroom," and he delivered, carrying you, all dead weight and giggling, to the bathroom where he left you to clean up. You put on the clothes he delivered, Plaid pajama pants and a big grey shirt. Well, you put the shirt on, the pajama pants were thrown into the tub, because you couldn't be forced to wear pants.

"Steeeeeve," you slurred, leaving the bathroom, giggling and bumping into the doorframe.

Steve was standing in the doorway to his room, wearing only blue plaid pj pants. His torso on glorious display, while he stood frozen at the sight of you. You stretched your arms over your head, and the shirt rose, exposing your panties to him. He nearly choked looking at you.

"Can I sleep in your room?" you asked, smiling at the effect you had on him. "Look how cute I am," you said, turning around and lifting the shirt while bending over slightly, giving him a perfect view of your ass, with the panties laying deliciously over your cheeks.

"Jesus," he muttered, unable to look away but trying to force himself to. He shouldn't be sneaking a peak while you were this drunk, but in his defence you were the one showing him. "Come to bed, just put your shirt down."

"It's your shirt," you teased, obeying him anyway. You danced behind him into the room, and crawled into bed. It smelled so good, it smelled like him. You could've stayed by Steve's side under these blankets forever.

You lay facing Steve, in his overly big, overly comfortable bed, too tired and drunk to keep your eyes open, but you still try. Steve smiles at your determination to stay awake, he watches your eyes blink quickly, trying to shake the sleep away.

You want to reach over and intertwine your hands, you don’t. He wants to reach out and brush the hair off your forehead and behind your ear, he doesn’t.

“Are we in love, Steve?”

The sharpness of your question cuts him, wounding him in a way he didn’t know was possible. He wanted to speak, but there were no words. No charismatic come back, and no way to avoid the lingering question in the air. Steve holds his tears back. He really did love you.

When your eyes peak open, he’s nodding. His eyes filled with tears that he refuses to let you see, but you see. "Yeah, I think so."

“Why is it so sad?”

“Because we're best friends," he said, "and I can't lose you."

"Tell me you love me," you whispered, silly mood replaced with a tight feeling in your throat, like you were going to cry. But you held it back.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He wanted to cry. He wanted to kiss you. But instead, he just sighed, and found your hand under the sheets, and held it tightly. He was frozen. This was his dream come true, so why did it feel like a nightmare? Like you were right there, but he couldn't have you. Like he was doomed to stay in love with you, and never actually get to be with you.

“I will still love you in the morning whether I say it or not, Stevie.” Your eyes finally started winning the battle, and they stayed closed more than they stayed open, too heavy too fight.

"I know babe," he said, watching as you breathing changed and your eyes didn't open again. "I will too."

[dailystobin]

#something something the scene in the bathroom in season two when nancy calls steve out on his "let's try to be normal because i don't want to face the things that happened to us because then it'll make it real and then i won't be normal" bullshit and made him face all of the little cracks in the perfect image he kept trying to show people when he was clearly struggling with the weight of everything and how if it weren't for that one night in the bathroom where nancy was so fucking drunk and so fucking tired of pretending like any of that made them happy when it didn't, he would have never been at the wheeler's that one day dustin needed someone to help him, dustin would have never went looking for him at scoops to ask for help with the russians, robin would never have been roped into it all and they wouldn't have become Steve and Robin, they would've simply just been co-workers, or not even that at all - just like they talked about. and steve - steve looked so fucking heartbroken when robin told him that they sat near each other for a year and he never even noticed because in his core steve had always been just. lonely. tommy h was never his friend, carol was never his friend, he didn't like who he was when he was with those people, not like he likes being robin's schmuck. not like he likes babysitting a bunch of mean teenagers. not like he likes being dustin henderson's big brother. not like he likes running straight into danger to protect the people he cares about. because then he doesn't feel lonely. and he probably thinks about all of the time that he's wasted with people he didn't even like trying to hold up an image that doesn't even matter in the end when he could've just. been hanging out with the "band nerds" he made fun of around his pool to try and "impress" nancy the whole time. because robin is a band nerd and robin has made him laugh harder than he's laughed in a long time, and robin was a baby who took six months longer to learn how to walk, the same way that he was a baby who crawled backwards because it made sense to him. robin who has a mother who criticizes her for things she cannot change, the same way he has a dad that doesn't really care about him. the same robin who never had a friend who knew her the way she always wanted to be known and accepted and loved her anyway, the same way that he has never had a friendship (that was his own age*) that just. saw him at his worst. hated him, even. but got to know him, aka the steve post breakup and the steve who wears a sailor outfit and the steve whose best friend is a 13 year old and is surrounded by kids who love him so much and. stays. and trusts him. because she likes who he is when he's not being, you know, "Bullshit Steve". and so when steve says "i should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time", in my head, it really just translates as "i wish i had known you sooner because then maybe i wouldn't have been so lonely and things could have been - not better because this is hawkins - but. not as bad." and you know he really means it because he's the dingus waking up at dawn just to drive robin to school and wait around until he has to work every single morning because thank GOD nancy wheeler got drunk and called him bullshit in the bathroom of a halloween party..... or whatever you know like i'm totally cool about steve harrington and robin buckley's Platonic with a Capital P soulmatism anyway lol

[libraryofgage]

Addams Family Steddie Seven

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | ao3 (this part hasn't been added to ao3, yet, but I'll do it when I get the energy for tags lol)

Anyway, I'm back with another Addams Family for y'all fhdjsk

We now get Steddie children! I added little picrews of them at the very end, too! I just think they're little guys (affectionate) ^_^

Anyway, he's a big boi this time too, so you definitely don't see any typos no matter what you think

Dustin

"It's haunted?!"

Steve grins a little as he lets Dart dash into the house before shutting the door behind them. Dart only pauses by Dustin long enough to get a pat on the head before rushing off to explore. "Yep," Steve says, messing up Dustin's hair and meeting Eddie's gaze as a door bangs in the distance.

"Are you sure that's safe? What if it goes, like, full poltergeist on us?" Dustin asks, looking up at them suspiciously.

"I wish he'd go full poltergeist. I couldn't summon one for the life of me," Eddie says, sighing and shaking his head. "There's nothing like blood dripping down the walls to make a place feel like home."

"Okay, this?" Dustin says, gesturing to Eddie with raised eyebrows as he looks at Steve. "This is not making me feel better about the ghost."

Steve snorts and shakes his head, removing his hand from Dustin's hair. "Don't listen to Eddie. Blood is too hard to get off the walls and would mess up the paint. Anyway, Casper lives in the tower, and he likes D&D, so you can include him in sessions and stuff."

Dustin's face does this weird twisting thing as he tries to process the fact a ghost lives in their house and that it likes D&D enough for that to be a significant feature of its personality. He looks up at Steve, squinting slightly. "Like the friendly ghost?" he asks.

"He thinks it's ironic," Steve and Eddie say, perfectly in sync, and Dustin's disgusted expression nearly makes Steve dissolve into laughter.

"You're disgusting," Dustin tells them, rolling his eyes as he picks up one of his suitcases. "Just show me to my room before you start making out."

Steve snorts and leads Dustin upstairs, pointing out the living room, kitchen, D&D room, and guest rooms along the way. He has to grab Dustin's arm to keep him from veering straight into the D&D room, shooting him a look as they head up the stairs. "You can check it out later," he promises.

"I'll give you the grand tour," Eddie says, trailing behind them with a box of Dustin's computer stuff in his arms. "But first, check out the room. Stevie's been dying to know what it looks like."

"I haven't been dying," Steve says, looking over his shoulder to wink at Eddie as he continues, "You'd know when I'm dying, babe."

"C'mon!" Dustin shouts, ducking away from Steve and running up the last few steps. "Stop making everything a weird flirting thing."

"We're in love, Dustin," Eddie tells him, coming to a stop at the top of the stairs next to Steve. "It's only gonna get worse from here."

"I'm moving out. Don't even bother putting the stuff in my room. I'll go live with Mike, instead."

"At least see the room before you do," Steve says, gesturing to the door with Dustin's name on it.

Dustin rolls his eyes and marches over to the door. He throws it open, clearly expecting to see nothing of interest, only to freeze in the doorway, his eyes widening. "Woah," he whispers.

"I knew he'd love it," Eddie says, pulling Steve over so he can see the room is well.

It's at least twice the size of Dustin's old room. There's a loft bed with a desk and lamp under it against the wall to the right of the door. The opposite wall is covered in tools and random parts and wires, all placed carefully on hooks or shelves with a large table underneath. A pair of safety goggles is hung on a nail right above the table, with a little sign next to them that reads in all caps "WEAR THESE!"

Steve almost makes out with Eddie in the doorway of the room for that alone.

The wall with the window has been turned into a cozy area with bookshelves and posters of fantasy maps and cryptid anatomy. A telescope is set up next to the window, which has a clear view of the sky. In fact, it's one of the only windows that isn't blocked by trees from the cemetery. Two oversized chairs are set into a semicircle with beanbags, creating plenty of space for Dustin's friends to come sit and hang out.

"So, you like it?" Eddie asks, setting the computer box on the desk under the bed.

Dustin nods as he drops his bag, rushing over to the work table so he can inspect the tools hanging over it. "This is fucking awesome! Everything I need to make a lich animatronic is here!" he shouts, his excitement so great that he completely misses the equally excited flicker of the lights in the room.

"Language," Steve scolds, more on reflex than anything else.

"Yeah, yeah," Dustin says, waving his hand dismissively as he reaches out and pulls one of the wire bundles down from the wall. "I take back everything I said, by the way, be as gross as you want. I don't even care anymore."

Before Steve can tease Dustin, he's grabbed around the waist by Eddie. "With pleasure," Eddie purrs, dipping Steve and kissing him breathless just inside Dustin's room.

Steve can't help laughing into the kiss, inadvertently letting Eddie's tongue slip past his lips. And then he doesn't really care about laughing, too consumed by Eddie and his hands and his tongue and his teeth and Eddie.

He does, however, start laughing so hard that Eddie almost drops him when Dustin turns around and screeches like a banshee.

Belladonna

Eddie brings their first child home on a wonderfully dreadful day. The sky is unleashing a torrential downpour on the world, lightning cracks and thunder rolls through the clouds, and wind howls across the street. Perfect weather for a Saturday, really.

Steve was ready to spend the first half of the day in the kitchen, trying out recipes Wayne and Grandmama had given him while Dustin sat at the island to finish his homework. In the second half of the day, he'd sit at the piano outside his and Eddie's room and play while Dustin watched TV or worked on the lich animatronic in his room or fine-tuned a new character in the D&D room.

Eddie would be gone for most of the day, trying his level best to get struck by lightning. He's yet to succeed, but that just means Steve gets to cheer him up when he gets home. And the new song he's working on will do just that, especially when he tells Eddie it's composed from the lyrics Eddie wrote in that journal he gave Steve before they started dating.

Yeah, that will definitely cheer Eddie up, and Steve should probably tell Dustin to just order Chinese for dinner because he doubts they'll be leaving the bedroom after that.

The thought makes Steve grin as he pulls out an apple and nightshade pie from the oven, the cloying scent spreading through the room and making Dustin crinkle his nose. He hasn't quite worked up to nightshade, but he's almost there.

"I finished," Dustin says, pushing his homework away and dropping his pencil.

Steve sets the pie on a cooling rack and shuts off the oven. "And that was all your homework?" he asks, dropping his oven mitts and moving to Dustin's side of the island. He leans over Dustin's shoulder, pulling the homework back and skimming over the answers.

It's a sheet of chemical equations, and Steve very quickly realizes he's got no clue what he's looking at. He frowns slightly and hums. "How confident are you?" he asks.

Dustin chooses one of the equations and starts explaining his balancing process. He gets about halfway through before Steve puts a hand over his mouth to stop him. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're gonna make my brain hurt," he says, grimacing when Dustin licks his palm. He pulls his hand away, dragging it on Dustin's shirt to clean it.

"Can I go now?" Dustin asks, looking up at Steve.

Steve sighs and ruffles his hair. "Run along. I think Casper is in the D&D room," he says, his guess confirmed by the slam of a door down the hall. With a grin, Dustin slides out of the chair, shoves the homework into his backpack, and runs out of the kitchen.

Now that he's alone, Steve takes a deep breath and starts cleaning the kitchen. He rinses used mixing bowls and utensils before placing them in the dishwasher, unplugs the mixer, and wipes the counters clean of flour and sugar and nightshade extract.

He's just finished cutting the pie when lightning strikes a tree outside the kitchen window, thunder rolls loudly over the house, the lights surge and flicker, and the front door swings open to slam against the wall with a vigor only Eddie could produce. Steve blinks and looks out the window once more, confirming that it is, in fact, still raining, and leaves the knife in the pie to welcome Eddie.

If he's come home this early, he must have finally been struck by lightning, which means there's something to celebrate.

Steve grins excitedly and heads to the front door only to stop short when he enters the hallway. Eddie is soaked to the bone, which is expected, sporting a huge grin that reveals too-sharp canines with the ends of his hair burnt like he'd (finally) been struck by lightning. He looks like a drenched rat, and in his arms is an equally drenched child that he carefully sets on her feet.

She looks no more than ten and sticks close to Eddie, staring at Steve with silver-grey eyes. Her skin and hair are the same deep black as the calla lilies on the porch, and the hair she's pulled up into two puffs on either side of her head has a similar reddish tinge along the edges. Splashed across the bridge of her nose, cheeks, and forehead are freckles lighter than the girl's skin, standing out because of it.

Eddie smiles excitedly at Steve, practically vibrating where he stands but not moving since the girl is gripping the edge of his shirt. "Stevie! Sweetheart! I'm home!" he says, his gaze flicking between Steve and the girl and unabashedly begging Steve to ask about her.

Steve can't help chuckling. "Welcome home," he says, walking closer and grabbing the towel he'd placed on the coat rack after Eddie left that morning. He crouches in front of the girl and smiles warmly. "Hi, what's your name?" he asks.

She fidgets for a moment, glancing up at Eddie long enough to see his relaxed shoulders and infatuated smile before looking at Steve again and smiling at him. Her right canine is sharper than her left, and Steve feels his heart melt at that sight. "I don't know," she says, shrugging as she steps forward. "I don't like my name much, but I haven't thought of a new one, yet."

"I see," Steve says, unfolding the towel and wrapping it around her shoulders. "Well, my name is Steve, and you've already met Eddie here. Did you lose your parents?" he asks.

It's not that he doesn't know why Eddie brought a child home. Steve has made no secret of his desire for children, after all. He just has to make sure Eddie acquired the child...well, legality doesn't really matter, but he can't have stolen the child from people who truly care for her.

The girl rubs her cheek against the towel, looking delighted by something so soft, and says, "Oh, I haven't lost them. I know exactly where they are." Her grin widens a bit, and she points down at the floor. "I put them there myself."

Steve raises an eyebrow at her, getting a slightly amused smile. "Did you? How come?"

She sighs, shaking her head as though it's a shame. "They were meanies. I wanted new parents."

"And you met Eddie."

She nods, looking excited as she glances back at Eddie. "He had a big pole to catch the lightning!"

Eddie crouches next to her now, his eyes bright and eager as he says, "It was amazing, Stevie! The moment she walked up to me, I was finally struck!"

The girl nods in agreement, and Steve looks between the two of them as he considers. Her parents are gone (by her own hands, apparently, and Steve feels oddly proud already), and she got Eddie struck by lightning. "Do you have any other family?" he finally asks.

When the girl shakes her head, a few drops of water flying off the ends of her hair, Steve can't help grinning. Something settles in his chest, warm and happy, and Steve nods once. "There's a lawyer in the family," he says to Eddie, meeting his gaze.

"They're perfectly corrupt, too," Eddie agrees.

Steve nods and looks at the girl again. He scoops her up, standing straight and grinning when she squeals with delight. "Welcome home," he tells her, already figuring out the best way to introduce her to Dustin.

----

Exactly two weeks after Steve and Eddie gain a daughter and ask a favor from the Addams lawyer, she chooses her name.

It happens in the kitchen. She's sitting next to Dustin, both of them watching Steve and Eddie make pancakes for breakfast. Eddie is getting the pan ready while Steve is making two batters. One has chocolate chips and will be cooked the first. The other will have chocolate chips and nightshade berries fresh from Flora and Fauna's secret garden at their psychiatric hospital.

"What are those?" their daughter asks, pointing at the jar of nightshade berries.

Steve picks up the jar and shakes one out, placing it in her palm for closer inspection. "They're called nightshade. They're deadly," he says, smiling as he shakes the rest into a black mixing bowl.

"Do they taste good?" she asks.

"I wouldn't try it," Dustin says, leaning closer despite his wary look. "Unless you're like Eddie and Steve, I guess."

"Am I?" she asks.

"Well, you did just fine with the cyanide," Steve reasons, considering the berries for a moment. Finally, he nods once and gestures to the berry in her palm. "You can try it."

She lights up and pops the berry into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. After a few seconds, she swallows. "They're good," she decides, nodding once and looking unaffected by the berry.

Steve decides to give her a few minutes still, just to be sure.

"You know," Eddie says, looking over his shoulder and taking the finished chocolate chip batter from Steve, "they come from a plant with purple flowers."

"Oh!" Dustin says, sitting up straight, "We learned about them in class. They're called Atropa belladonna, or belladonna for short. They're native to, like, Asia and Europe."

"What class did you learn that in?" Steve asks, mixing chocolate chips into the batter alongside the nightshade in the second bowl.

"English. We read some story where a wife poisoned her husband using belladonna. Max said it was very girlboss of her," Dustin explains.

"So, it's a flower and a poison?" Steve and Eddie's daughter asks, studying the jar for a moment before grinning. "I like it!"

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, flipping a cooked pancake onto a large plate before pouring more batter into the pan. "Maybe we should get you a cutting."

She shakes her head. "I like the name," she explains.

Steve and Eddie both pause, sharing a look before turning their gazes to her with serious expressions. "Would you like your name to be Belladonna?" Steve asks.

After a few seconds of serious consideration, she nods once. "Yeah, I like it."

Eddie abandons the stove, dropping the spatula in favor of sliding around the island and lifting Belladonna from her chair. "It's perfect!" he tells her, hugging her close and spinning her in a circle. "Our little poison flower!"

Belladonna squeals in surprise, latching onto Eddie's neck as Steve flips the pancakes so they don't burn. "You know we gotta enroll her in school now, right?" he asks, looking over his shoulder just in time to see Eddie throw Belladonna in the air.

"Aww, man, she's too young to get her spirit crushed," Dustin says, leaning forward to watch as Steve slides a few more pancakes onto the plate.

"There's nothing wrong with a good spirit-crushing," Steve says, glancing up when the lights flicker and a cabinet door slams. "See, Casper agrees with me."

"They can't crush my spirit if I crush theirs first," Belladonna says, scrambling her way to sitting on Eddie's shoulders. She drapes herself over Eddie's head, arms hanging in front of his face, and brightly adds, "And by crush, I mean kill."

Eddie grins and grabs her hands, moving them so he can see Steve. "Our daughter is perfect," he tells him.

"She's just like y'all," Dustin says.

"Isn't it great?" Steve and Eddie ask, meeting each other's gaze and laughing when Dustin just rolls his eyes and mutters about them getting grosser by the day.

El

El stays with them on the weekends. She spends all of Saturday playing with Dustin and Belladonna, switching between the two as she pleases until they've all somehow congregated in the living room to watch true crime videos and judge the criminals. On Sunday, she helps Steve in the kitchen as he preps lunches and dinners for the week and then tends to the plants outside. Eddie sometimes joins them in the kitchen, but he usually ends up doing laundry most of the day.

On this particular weekend, Wayne drops El off with several suitcases next to her on the porch. Steve stares at them for a moment before looking up at Wayne. "Did something happen?" he asks.

"Well, I'm leaving on a world trip," Wayne says, placing a hand on El's shoulder as he continues, "and El would rather stay here than tag along."

"It is the middle of the school year," Steve points out, glancing down when Belladonna pokes her head out the door.

She sees El and lights up. "Oh, perfect! I've got a brand new guillotine from Cousin Wednesday. You got one, too, right? Let's race them!" she says, pushing onto the porch and grabbing El's hand.

El nods and looks up at Wayne. "I will be inside. Please help Steve bring my bags in," she says before grabbing one of her bags (presumably the one with the guillotine in it) and letting Belladonna drag her into the house.

Steve can't help smiling as they pass him, reaching out to ruffle each girl's hair. When they've gone inside, he looks at Wayne. "Where are you planning to go?" he asks.

"I'm gonna start domestic with Area 51," Wayne says, looking excited just to talk about it, "Then I'm gonna hit those Parisian catacombs, make my way to a haunted forest in China, and then circle back to spend a few weeks in the Bermuda Triangle."

"You'd better not pull a Fester on us," Steve jokes.

Wayne sighs, shaking his head regretfully. "Nobody could pull a Fester except him. How do you follow that up? I mean, the grief he put his brother through, it's impressive all right," he says.

Knowing the full story of Fester's disappearance and homecoming, Steve can't argue with Wayne. "Well, maybe you'll get lucky enough to be abducted," he says.

"One can only hope," Wayne says, returning Steve's grin. "Seriously, though, you don't mind watching El, do you? I'm sure Cousin Itt wouldn't mind if it's too much trouble."

Steve waves away his worries. "She's Eddie's sister, which makes her my sister, and she's friends with Belladonna and Dustin. Of course, she's welcome here. In fact, you're welcome, too, when you get back," Steve tells him.

Wayne laughs, pulling Steve into a spine-crushing hug. "I just might take you up on that," he says, patting Steve's back before pulling away. "Now, let's get El's stuff to her room."

----

El already has a designated guest room, and she helps Steve unpack her things in it. Her clothes are already in the closet and dresser, her books and knick-knacks are on the bookshelf, and she's currently setting out her skeleton collection on the windowsill while Steve hangs up her photos of cobwebs.

"Can I invite friends over?" El suddenly asks, looking at Steve as he carefully hammers a nail into the wall.

Steve blinks and looks over his shoulder. She's finished placing her collection and is now sitting on the bed, feet idly swinging over the edge. "Yeah, just try to let me or Eddie know when you do," he says, flashing her a reassuring smile before focusing back on the nail.

As though he's been summoned, Eddie bursts into the room and zeroes in on El. "It's about time!" he says, throwing himself onto the bed next to El. His weight makes her bounce, and she falls over Eddie's stomach, blinking a few times.

"You know," Steve says, putting down the hammer to hang the photo on the nail, "you could've invited her to stay here at any point."

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Eddie asks.

"Why was waiting more fun?" El asks him, pushing on his stomach to sit up again.

Eddie grins at her. "Cuz I made a bet with Dustin about how long it'd take, and I won," he explains.

Steve pauses and raises an eyebrow at him. "What did you bet?"

It must be something good because Eddie doesn't shy away from Steve's gaze. Instead, he lights up and jumps off the bed. "Well, Dust-Bunny lost, so he's agreed to babysit Belladonna next Friday," he says, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist and spinning them to the center of the room. "So, we can go out."

"Like, a date night?" Steve asks, a smile tugging on his lips.

"Whatever you wanna do," Eddie promises, pulling Steve into a dance to music only he can hear. Steve is only a little jealous of Eddie's auditory hallucinations.

"I can also watch Belladonna with Dustin," El offers, watching them from the bed. She has a tiny smile, looking completely relaxed and at home watching Eddie and Steve flirt. "If she dies, it will be in an entertaining way."

Steve snorts, pulling away from Eddie and dropping onto the bed next to El. Eddie follows, crouching in front of them and grinning up at her. "You don't need to babysit, too," Steve tells her, ruffling her hair. "But we'd appreciate it if you make sure Belladonna actually goes to bed on time."

El nods once. "I can knock her out if she stays up too long," she says.

"We have sedatives for that, so no blunt objects required," Eddie says, "They're in the kitchen."

"Can I have a bottle for my room?" El asks.

Steve and Eddie share a look, and Eddie shrugs. "Sure, I'll make some just for you," Steve promises. When El smiles a little wider at him, he pulls her into a hug. "Remember, this is your home now, too. So, just do whatever makes you comfortable."

"Oh," El says, leaning into Steve as she nods, "I'll start putting down traps, then."

Steve makes a mental note to warn Dustin later to watch out for those traps.

Romero

Three months after Belladonna twirls into the house and sets root and two months after El has laid down her final trap, Steve starts rearranging one of the guest rooms. He's not sure why, of course, but he's filled with a sudden and inescapable need for it to be different.

Steve changes the sheets on the guest bed, replacing them with a new, forest green set. He gets a dresser for the room and asks El to carve insects along the sides. The desk stays, but he moves it to sit under the window and replaces the curtains so they're lighter and more easily swayed by the breeze. He gets a bookcase and fills it with odds and ends: a jar of marbles, a comb with a mother-of-pearl handle, a shrunken head Belladonna found on the ground one day, and a collection of buttons, to name a few.

Finally, Steve covers the room in plants, dragging in planters and pots and even a fish tank for an aquatic plant set-up. While he never had a green thumb before, taking care of Nix and spending several hours on the phone with Morticia has given him the skills to make sure the plants thrive. He grows flowers and succulents and wall-crawlers and everything in between.

When he's done, two weeks have passed, and Steve inexplicably feels like the room is just about perfect.

It's just missing an occupant.

----

Someone grabs the back of Steve's shirt, tugging on it until Steve groans and rolls over. He stops once he's facing the edge of the bed, blinking tiredly against the odd glow coming from the kid standing there.

It's the middle of the night, and Steve had been halfway through a dream in which Dart and Nix were waltzing in the backyard, so he can definitely be forgiven for not questioning the child's existence. He just questions what brought the child to their room.

"Wha'z wrong?" he asks, the words slurred together and practically incomprehensible.

Thankfully, the child seems perfectly fluent in half-awake linguistics. "Bad dream," he says, voice soft like the breeze but all-encompassing like the rustle of leaves.

Steve hums softly and reaches out. He picks up the boy, vaguely noting that he can't weigh more than a five year old. The child says nothing as Steve cradles him to his chest and rolls back over.

"Sleep h're," Steve mumbles, placing the boy down between him and Eddie. He keeps his right arm under the boy's head, letting his bicep act as a pillow. And Eddie, somehow, seems to sense a child in the bed in his sleep. He shifts closer, draping his arm over the kid's stomach and then grabbing the edge of Steve's shirt tightly.

The boy settles in, grabbing Steve's other arm to hold like a teddy bear. "Good night," he says, the words barely more than a whisper.

Steve smiles and kisses the boy's temple, murmuring a good night in return before falling right back to sleep.

When Steve wakes up in the morning, his arm is still acting as a teddy bear. He tries to pull away, intending to go to the bathroom, but the grip tightens. Steve is about to tell Eddie he'll be back in a minute but pauses when he looks down.

Green eyes meet his, staring calmly. They belong to a little boy, no more than five, with skin so pale it almost has a green tinge and hair so red Steve is surprised the pillow isn't on fire. The boy is pinned under Eddie's arm, looking perfectly content to stay there.

"Uh, good morning," Steve says, his voice rough from sleep.

Before the boy can respond, Eddie hums softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "Good morning, sweetheart," he says.

Steve can't help a soft laugh. "I wasn't talking to you, babe," he says.

Eddie opens his eyes at that, zeroing in on Steve first like always before seeing the boy in their bed. "Oh," he says, holding the kid's gaze for a few seconds, "Good morning."

The boy nods to Eddie and sits up, finally letting go of Steve's hand only to hold his arms out. Steve doesn't really think; he just scoops the boy up, cradling him close.

Apparently comfortable, the boy finally says, "Good morning. My name is Romero."

And Steve suddenly knows who he redecorated the guest room for.

----

Belladonna and El don't blink twice at seeing Romero sitting at the kitchen island, a small cup of milk in front of him, when they come down for breakfast. Dustin, however, stops in the doorway and gestures at him while asking, "When the fuck did we get another one?!"

"Okay, first of all, language," Steve says, turning around and aiming a spatula threateningly at Dustin. "Second of all, this is Romero. Now, come sit down."

"Do neither of you find this weird?" Dustin asks, looking at Belladonna and El as he slides into his usual seat at the island. Eddie places a cup of orange juice in front of him, pushing down the bill of the cap he insists on wearing inside before moving on to get drinks for El and Belladonna.

"Nope! I've got a brother now," Belladonna says, grinning as she leans closer to Romero and pokes his cheek.

"You already had a brother," Dustin mutters before taking a sip of his juice.

Belladonna still hears him, so she turns to Dustin. "Yeah, but you're, like, an older brother," she says. "I go to you when I need to bury someone or rig something to blow up. Now, there's someone who can come to me for that stuff."

Dustin blinks, considering for a moment before relaxing. "Well, I guess that's true. Oh, and that music box you asked me to...fix is done," he tells her.

"Thanks, Dustin!" she says, settling in her seat again as Steve slides a plate of eggs in front of her.

"I put ghost pepper on it like you asked," Steve tells her, kissing the top of her head before putting another plate in front of Dustin. "And yours already has ketchup."

He goes back to the stove and finds a cup of coffee waiting for him. "Thanks," he says, pulling Eddie into a quick kiss before pulling away.

Eddie hums and playfully nudges Steve away from the stove. "I can make the oatmeal," he says, gesturing for Steve to go sit at the island, too. "Go bond with the kids."

Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. He just takes his seat next to Romero and idly fixes a few fly-away hairs sticking up. "Romero, this is Belladonna, Dustin, and El," he says, pointing to each kid as he introduces them. "Belladonna is our daughter, Dustin is my brother, and El is Eddie's sister."

After a few seconds, Romero looks up at Steve. "Must I call them aunt and uncle?" he asks.

"Nope, you can call them whatever you like," Eddie says, grinning over his shoulder at Romero. "I suggest Dust-Bunny for Dustin."

"Can we please let that nickname go?" Dustin asks.

"No," El says, watching as Eddie pours oats into a pot of warmed milk. "It's amusing."

Dustin groans and shoves a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"Hey," Belladonna says her eggs, poking Romero's cheek again, "How come your skin is green?"

"To blend in," Romero says, inspecting his now empty cup with a slight frown. He doesn't ask for more, though.

"Blend in with what?"

"The forest."

Belladonna hums, nodding once like that answers every question and doesn't inspire more, and focuses on eating her eggs.

"You know, we'll have to enroll Romero in school, too," Steve suddenly says, taking a sip of his coffee.

Eddie hums in agreement, pouring oatmeal into bowls before placing them in front of El, Steve, and Romero. "Good point. How old are you, Romero?"

"How old do I look?" he asks, picking up a blue plastic spoon and using it to stir around the oatmeal curiously.

"Around five," El tells him, pouring pitch-black syrup into her oatmeal before passing it to Eddie.

Romero nods. "I'm five."

Steve hums, meeting Eddie's gaze. His husband doesn't seem to have any ideas, either, so Steve tucks this moment away for later, after the older kids have gone to school. For now, though, he pours some honey into Romero's oatmeal and encourages him to give it a try. When Romero's eyes widen slightly at the taste, Steve grins and feels something warm settle in his chest.

Robin

Two weeks into summer, Robin appears on the front porch of the house with her dorm room in bags around her and an impatient expression. Steve has a similar expression when he opens the door. "What took you so long?!" he asks, yanking Robin into a tight hug that she quickly returns.

"C'mon, dingus, you know I had to finish school," she says, digging her fingers into Steve's side and grinning when he jerks away. "Now, show me to my room. I know you've set one aside for me."

Steve rolls his eyes, but he doesn't correct her. He has set a room aside. It's on the first floor. He'd dubbed it Robin's room when he finally spent more than two seconds studying the space and realized it had a perfect view of the house where the married couple likes to argue on the front lawn. They'll offer Robin hours of entertainment.

"Help me carry your stuff," he says, picking up several bags.

As he's shouldering two of them, Belladonna rushes onto the porch and crashes into Robin's legs, grinning up at her. "Robin! What took you so long?" she asks.

"Geez, she really is your kid," Robin says, grinning at Steve before crouching. "As I told Steve, I had to actually finish school."

"I know. I wanted to go set it on fire, but Dad wouldn't let me and Romero said it would draw too much attention."

"Well, set it on fire next time. If anyone dies, they have to give everyone an A."

"That's not true," Steve says, shooting Robin a look before gesturing Belladonna closer. "Here, can you help us carry stuff inside?"

"Okay! I'll take...this!" Belladonna grabs what looks like the heaviest bag on the porch, straining as she drags it inside.

Steve watches her and shakes his head. He looks at Robin and gestures to the final bags on the porch. "You gonna get those?" he asks.

"I can't believe you're making me carry things, Steven," Robin says, huffing as she picks them up. "Me, a guest in your home, having to carry her own things inside."

"One, not my name. Two, you're not a guest, Robin. You're family. And family carries their shit."

Robin rolls her eyes, unable to help a grin as she uses her foot to hold the door open for Steve. She slides into the house behind him, nearly tripping over Dart but managing to step over him at the last minute. "Once again, your name is whatever's comedically appropriate, dingus," she says, sticking her tongue out as they catch up to Belladonna dragging her bag down the hall. "And aww, you called me family."

Steve pauses and looks at Robin, a serious expression on his face. "Of course, you're family, Robin. You're more family than my parents. Living in a house with you was literally my birthday wish when I was 13," he tells her.

"Ooh, kinda embarrassing to admit that," Robin says condescendingly, her face scrunched into a sympathetic smile. It only lasts for a few seconds before she drops it into something more genuine and bumps her hip against Steve's. "But you're my family too, and I'm glad we get to be together now."

"Is this Robin?"

Steve blinks and looks over his shoulder to find Romero standing just behind them. He's gotten used to his son just appearing whenever and wherever he likes. "Yep. Romero, this is Robin. Robin, this is Romero, my son," Steve says, unable to contain a grin.

"Ohhh, this is the famous Romero," Robin says, spinning on her heel and crouching in front of him. They study each other for a few seconds. "Favorite color?"

"Gold. Like honey."

"Favorite food?"

"Dino nuggets."

"Right on. Favorite movie?"

"Friday the 13th."

"Favorite weapon?"

"Crossbow."

Robin nods once and looks up at Steve. "He sure fits right in," she says.

"He's got a way with the electric chair in Belladonna's room," Steve says, a happy pride filling his words.

"I'm sure he does," Robin says, nodding along like she hasn't heard Steve say this before during one of their phone calls. She flashes a grin at Romero, messes up his hair, and then stands. "Okay, show me my room already, dingus."

Steve snorts and nods, leading Robin the rest of the way to her room. "We're planning a big dinner to welcome you," he says, looking over his shoulder at her, "Everyone is gonna be there. Except Casper. He's on vacation."

"Ghosts take vacations?"

"Well, you can't expect him to work 24/7, right?"

Robin considers for a moment before nodding, figuring it would be an unreasonable expectation to have.

----

"The blood doesn't even look real," Robin complains, throwing popcorn at the TV from where she's sprawled on the armchair. He head is resting on one arm while her legs are thrown over the other, a bowl of popcorn and a soda balancing precariously on her stomach.

"It's the first movie," Steve tells her, shifting to lean more comfortably on Eddie's shoulder, "Give them a break." Romero is in his lap, sleeping with his head cushioned on Steve's chest. He'd nodded off a few minutes into the movie, and Steve had started idly running his fingers through Romero's hair.

"But she's right," Belladonna says, pouting as she tilts her head back to look up at her parents. "It's too dark to be real."

"They wouldn't really let the actors bleed," Dustin explains, looking up from his little animatronic long enough to meet Belladonna's gaze, "It's not, like, ethical. And the actors could sue them."

"They have never bled to death before," El decides, frowning from her spot on the floor. Her head is propped on Dart's side, and she's idly playing with a spider she'd found in her room. "They don't look nearly happy enough."

Steve feels Eddie laugh before he hears him, his shoulders and stomach shaking. "It's not even a clever death," he points out, feeding a few pieces of popcorn to Steve, "I wouldn't look happy, either."

"See, when I made these kinda comments at college, everyone looks at me weird," Robin says, nearly spilling her soda over herself and the chair as she wiggles to get comfortable. "Thank fuck I'm around normal people now."

"You think this is normal?" Dustin asks her.

"Yeah."

Dustin blinks and then points at El and Dart. "That's literally a freak of nature," he says, his tone still affectionate despite the words.

"Thank you for the compliment," El says, tilting her head to look at him.

Before Dustin can say he was talking about Dart, Belladonna turns around and pouts at him. The scene on the TV starts flashing, backlighting her in red and white and black. "How come you haven't called me a freak of nature?" she asks.

"It's okay, sweetie," Eddie says, reaching out to pat her head. "You'll always be our little poison flower."

"Besides, being a freak of nature is about your vibes, not your looks," Steve adds, flashing her an encouraging smile.

Belladonna considers this for a moment before nodding and turning back to the movie to watch the character's arm get completely torn off. "The arterial spray isn't accurate," she complains.

"You're all so weird," Dustin mumbles, not bothering to hold back the endeared smile tugging at his lips.

Steve's own smile widens as he reaches for Eddie's free hand and brings it to his lips, playfully biting his palm. "Isn't it great?" he whispers, meeting Eddie's eyes. He gets a semi-feral grin in response, one that shows off sharp canines, and Steve decides they'll simply have to break the bed again tonight.

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Belladonna! (POV: you are Steddie and your daughter is very proudly showing off her new fang)

And Romero! (POV: you have insulted his little bow tie and he is now contemplating ways to get revenge)

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

road trip as a teenage avenger headcanons!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

request: yes / no

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: lots ofc but i'd say big emphasis on reader (duh), harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, scott lang, clint barton, bucky barnes, sam wilson, tony stark, happy hogan, natasha romanoff, and bruce banner. more are prob in it but i don't wanna type it all out lol

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it was an annual tradition for the avengers to go on a road trip.

steve always said it was "team bonding". it was honestly kind of fun.

better than the other "team bonding" you did, which mainly consisted of running long distances!!

anyways, they usually would do it soon after you, harley, peter, and miles finished school (also yes im including miles now bc i love him)

tony would come over the intercom while you all were lounging around and tell you to pack your bags.

packing is always a big issue.

let's just say that SOME people are big overpackers...

COUGH scott COUGH

no offense to him but like ppl have had to sit in the trunk before because of him

and he overpacks with stuff that rly doesn’t make sense

like once y’all went to colorado

and he packed snorkeling equipment

and so you were like “scott. seriously?”

and he looked at you with such a serious face

“y/n. what if all the snow melts? then we would be underwater!! i have an extra snorkeling mask too. i was gonna give it to you, but now idk….”

HAHA

bruce overpacks too

but he overpacks in a good way

guys bruce is like the mom on vacation

well him and tony both

you’d think steve would be but he is NOT

like the man doesn’t even wear sunscreen

and then here comes bruce with a tote bag full of snacks

which tony eats half of by the way

smh

the best part of having thor on a trip is that he will ALWAYS pick you up if you’re too tired

like once he had you and peter under both his arms like footballs bc u got tired

and clint was sad bc he was tired too

he tried to get scott to pick him up but scott wasn’t ready and they both fell and they like hit their heads

that was an interesting day

ok so setting the scene again

you, peter, harley, miles, natasha and bruce were in the middle of a very competitive round of uno

like y’all

competitive doesn’t even begin to cover it

anyways you were about to get uno

FR

you put down your card and suddenly 

“HEY EVERYBODY” “SHHH you’re being too loud” “ohh sorry HEY EVERYBODY”

you started laughing at the quite obvious blunders of thor and clint in the intercom room

“thor, buddy? you don’t need to be kissing the mic when you speak, alright?”

tony, from another room, always quick with the jabs.

“AH! MY BAD STARK. HAHA! THIS MUST BE BETTER”

natasha just shook her head but you and peter, harley and miles were DYING

“ANYWAYS IT IS ROAD TRIP TIME. EVERYONE PACK UP AND BE IN THE FAMILY ROOM IN TEN MINUTES… what? MY MISTAKE. ONE HOUR. THAT’S RIGHT ONE HOUR.”

with that done, you all got up, groaning.

“uno.” natasha smirked at you, noticing that you only had one card.

“darn it!!!” you said. “well, doesn’t matter now. we have to go anyways.”

“we can always resume it later, y/n :) “ 

“fine, nat. but i’m going to win this time!! right bruce??”

“well, kid, you know i’m usually on your side, but…”

“aw, come on!!”

ok fast forward. 

you were in the family room

aw guys isn’t that cute that they call it a family room

bc ur a family

awwwwww

ok anyway

and here comes scott with his fifty bags

“relax sharpay, we’re not gonna be gone for THAT long”

guys i wanted a cool tony nickname and tbh i just remember vaguely that sharpay had like suitcases on the cover of her movie i never even watched it so i could be wrong but that was my intention

“tony, these are my essentials.”

“scott, why don’t you just shrink that down? like seriously, man.” miles remarked, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“hey, y’know what? that’s a great idea miles!!”

and so he ended up shrinking his luggage

but then he couldn’t find it

oh scott

sigh

anyways tony and happy did a lot of car assignment work

to make sure everyone would get there safely

and your car

was

drum roll please

ok also this was only for the trip there

the trip back would be different

ok the car was

tony, happy, clint and peter

tbh this was not a bad car at all

poor miles and harley were stuck with scott, bucky, sam and steve

natasha and wanda and pietro and thor were the other one

although here’s the issue

guys

fr

tony is a bad driver

but happy didn’t feel like driving

and u were just starting to drive so clint was like “NO WAY do i trust y/n in a car!!!”

that goofy clown fr

so tony was driving

oh and btw y’all were going to the compound

tony told you and you were like 

“dude, that’s not a road trip”

and he was like “we’re in the car for more than an hour. it’s a road trip, kid.”

and miles and harley kept texting like theorizing about where u were going

harley said europe

and you were like

harley

anyways ya 

so tony is like swerving and speeding everywhere 

ok maybe thats dramatic

but happy was holding the little bar

and he was like yelling at tony to slow down

meanwhile clint is just singing along to the music thats BLASTING

and u and peter are ready to accept ur deaths

like u literally texted sam a video of what was happening and he almost called happy to tell him to pull over 😭 

sam’s got ur back thats for sure!!

anyways tony pulled into a drive thru

bc he needed coffee

guys hes tony stark he needs stuff like that

and he got u and peter and clint happy meals :D

and clint was so excited like 💀 

love him

happy made sure u and peter had ur seatbelts on 

he said it was bc he didn’t want to have to explain to midtown why yall didnt come back for the next year 😭 

that and “too much paperwork”

smh

anyways tony finally got it together

u and peter decided that he just needed an acoustic song on the radio bc as soon as something more relaxing came on he was a lot better lol

the rest of the drive was pretty alright

i'm gonna do another headcanon set about the avengers actually on vacation but yeah there ya go :)

thats how the road trips work yahoo

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[berrieluv]

YOU ASKED LOL. Smutty request for bucky x female reader.

You let it slip that you’re looking forward to trying to have his baby some day soon. It ignites a good old fashioned 1940s FIRE inside of him. (Breeding kink, pregnancy, conception, INTENSE p in v, etc.) Reader has a kink for bucky then eating himself out of her. 😅

the good old-fashioned way.

thank you sooo much for requesting, it means a lot to me, hope i make justice to your ask and you like this <3

bucky barnes x cis fem!reader tw. breeding kink, lactation kink, penetrative sex, cream pie, oral (female receiving), squirt, talks of children, mention of reader having big boobs, unprotected sex, dirty talk, let me know if i miss anything.

It was an intimate dinner, just friends, almost family were sitting around the big table on the Stark Tower, you had no intention on saying something like that, not when you knew Bucky was just adapting to life and a drastic change like that could impact – not necessarily in a bad way but you knew the probabilities of being in a good one were little – too hard on him.

"Well I would like it anyways" You said, nonchalantly, eating another portion of the fancy dinner the Stark household had prepare. Everyone turn their gazes to you and you just shrug,

Pepper smirked, she liked your comment, she thought Morgan needed friends, and the compound was in need of another kid. Steve looked at Bucky worriedly, the brunette just staring at you with his big blue eyes; "Yeah, like, I wouldn't mind the mess, honestly. It could drain me I have it in mind but I would love to have James' babies"

It did it for him. His uncomfortable sitting made Steve feel bad for him, it took him by surprise, and he knew Bucky wanted to give you everything you could ever want, no matter if he had to go to the ends of the world. But Steve knew (thought) he wasn't ready for kids.

He looks at you, pleading with his eyes to stop talking, he didn't want his best friend shifting uncomfortable the rest of the lovely night.

You just ignore Steve's pleads, truth to be told, you can't say you're overfond of him. Maybe it was the obsessive mania he had of interfering on yours and Bucky's marriage, but you never listened to you and you weren't planning on starting anytime soon.

Bucky took a deep breath, not because he was uncomfortable but because he was hard. He was so fucking horny it was crazy, he knows he loses all his senses when it comes to you, he knows it's not a surprise for his body to react with a boner around you.

But this. God. This felt fucking different for him. It was an intense feeling, an animalistic desire, the carnation of his most deepest dreams, his biggest wish just catching form in front of him, and he can do anything but stare at you, throwing your big family dreams around as if it was nothing. Unaware of the effects it has on him.

And he could only respond with a boner, painfully trying to scape his trousers.

"Having kids would be amazing, like, I can picture myself pregnant, I think I'll look really hot" You smile, knowing it would make Steve fucking mad, not even thinking about Bucky and his painful boner "Like, I wouldn't use any of those ugly maternity clothes, totally not my style" You smile and look at Bucky with what he thinks it's the prettiest and cutest smile he has seen in his life "... right, Jamie?"

He swallows the bulge in his throat, he thought it wasn't fair. The sweet way you were looking at him, a dreaming smile, completely focus on your future as a family and not in how he'll fucking fill you up with his cum.

"S-sorry, love?"

Steve murmurs a tiny 'Stop it', you can see his lips while anyone else can't. "I'll look hot pregnant, don't you think?"

He opens his eyes, big wide open blue eyes staring deeply at your soul, not worrying or panic a bit but trying to have a look at your face, trying to remember how it looks when you orgasm thanks to him.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll look really pretty, darling"

You smile, happy. You defeated Steve, won everyone's respect on the table for having such a soldier as James Buchanan Barnes eating from the palm of your hand, and you had Bucky blushing.

You drive back home, Bucky never liked to do it and you can't ask him to, you enjoyed anyways, and you were pretty sure that if you get tired, you could always ask him. After all, he would never say no to you.

"Bucks..." You start, looking quickly at him and smiling when you feel his eyes glued in you, his body slightly turned to look directly at you. "about what I said tonight, umm, sorry if I crossed some boundaries. Like, I know we should've talk it first before I let it out in front of any of our friends, but it just slipped out. The first time;" You chuckle "The rest of the conversation was totally on purpose"

Bucky felt his jeans tightening again. It took him around forty five minutes in the bathroom and a mix of disgusting thoughts to get rid of it. But then he remembered everything.

'I think I'll look hot pregnant', and his mind did wonders trying to get the picture. Your breasts big and heavy, a few drops of milk seeping out of your nipples and your big, round belly.

You eyed him when the silence lasted too long, worried that he could've feel really uncomfortable by it, but the first thing you notice is his crotch.

"Oh, God, Bucky" You say, half amused, half surprised "Are you turned on by this?"

You park on your department building parking lot and turn to look at him. You smirk at him, looking how shy and embarrassed his face looks.

"Oh, baby. Was I making you horny? I'm so sorry, Bucks. No problem, we can take care of it, wanna do it, Buck? Wanna be my baby daddy? I'm sure you want me to have all of your babies, love. And fuck I'm so fucking ready for it"

You start, moving his seat to have more access and sitting on top of him, moving your hips causing a friction on his dick.

"I can't wait to be all pregnant with your baby, Bucky. All round and big for you. Imagine me being your useless little house-wife, would you like it, babe?" He nods, closing his eyes.

"Fuck, yes, yes, baby" He answers between moans "I want you waiting for me at home. Expecting me to do something because you can't do shit by yourself, fuuuck, all because how pregnant you are"

"Bucky let's go home, mhm? Please, please, fuck me properly. I want all your cum inside me, don't let me waste any drop of it"

"Doll, you ask too much of me and I'm just a man" He answers, only to then correct himself "Fuck, no, I'm a super soldier, baby. God, you're so lucky, aren't you? You have a fucking super soldier all for yourself, who would fuck you until you're screaming for me to stop"

One thing you loved about Bucky is that he always keeps his promises. You've been married for about two years now, and never, not even while dating, he has break a promise. And he proved you he doesn't intend to start with this one.

Bucky lays you down on the bed, he knows it's your favorite place, even though you've try on many surfaces, he knows you, and he knows you feel better there.

He puts your knees as close to your head as he can, caressing your thighs and lifting up your tight dress, he palms your cunt covered by your panties and he pulls them aside, teasing you with his fingers, getting you wetter and ready for him, he wanted to slip in and out of you like in a water slide.

You moan, quietly, softer. Bucky likes it when you sound like this, so calm and relaxed by his fingers, as if sex with him was some kind of nervous medication. You take his hand as he fingers you faster, your wetness coming out of your pussy and your moans intensifying. You move your legs, trying to close them, crushing his forearms while your hands try to grab the sheets. He can see your cum dripping down your pussy and he feels jealous for a moment, completely desperate to replace it with his.

He doesn't wait for you to ask him, the look in your eyes is more than enough. He moans when his hand touches his hard cock, he puts it aligned to you and as fast as he's in, he starts to move his hips back and forwards. Normally, he'll start slow. He'll wait for you to adjust to him, but he couldn't. Not today at least, the images of you pregnant repeating in his mind, completely ready to take that out of his imagination and make it real.

For him, your moans intertwining with his are music for his ears, he thrusts deeper and slowly into you only to start to move faster again. His cock is too big for you and that's something you've been knowing.

Bucky's balls are hitting your skin and you start to moan louder, a high pitched voice this time and; fuck.

"Sweets" He calls between moans while his thrusts went deeper into you, completely smashing his balls against you. He can tell your dripping, and you know it too because you're feeling it. He can't go slower. Not when you're moaning like this. At the feeling of something like water hitting his cock when he gets it outside of your cunt, he looks at you, completely enamored "Did you just squirted?"

It was intense, the whole sheets were now wet, you look at him with doe eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed; "I'm sorry, Bucks"

"No, no, baby. None of that. That was. Fucking. Hot"

He says, not wasting time to being thrusting into you again, his thighs completely covered by your squirt.

"Doll, you're so fucking needy. I can feel how much your pretty pussy needs me right now, she's begging for me to fill her up, make you all heavily pregnant with my babies"

You look at him, your eyes completely shining and he's about to stop everything to kiss you right there, looking all cute and innocent, until your slutty moan caught his attention. He smiles and keeps his movements, feeling his cum finally finding its way into your pussy.

"Feel that, doll? Your cunt feels warm now with my cum? Take it all, baby. I promise you I'm getting you pregnant, fuck, fuck, you're gonna be such a beautiful wife. Can't wait to see you all dolled up for me, your maternity dresses allowing me to see your, fuck, your cute round belly. God, fuck, fuck, doll, just imagine, aaah, imagine your breasts, baby, they're big enough for me now, just imagine them full of milk"

"Please, please, Bucky"

"Please what, doll?" He laughs "I already cum inside. You want more? Your wifey whore cunt wants more?"

"Yes, yes, please, Bucky. Pleaseee"

"Only because you ask so nice"

He says, putting his dick inside of you again and moving his hips, thrusting into you. He goes faster every time you ask him to because how could he deny you of anything. His cum is already dripping all the way to your back, it's wonderful sometimes how Bucky doesn't care at all for your underwear, if it was for him, there would be nothing protecting you under your regular clothes.

"I'm coming again, princess. You think your pretty, little pussy can take it? Take me two times, baby? Yeah? Yeah, let's see that. Let's see how much of a super soldier you can take love. Don't waist a single drop, got it? I'll fucking punish you if you do"

"Buckyyyy" You whine and he looks at you.

"Doll, I already gave it to you two times. You know I can't go more"

"Wan' more, Bucky. Please, please, for me?"

Bucky sighs, you know and he knows he's obliged to do anything when you say the worlds 'for me', because he would never forgive himself to let something slip if it's for you.

So he starts again, his movements are sloppier and low, he's sensitive and he knows you are two, the sound of his cock pushing his cum into your pussy gets louder with every movement, and fuck your moans, Bucky could heard them for years and never get tired of them.

Bucky pulls out of you and he sees the cum dripping from your pussy and he lowers his face to have it on your pussy, his amused eyes looking at the thick white track of cum gets out of it.

"I'mma clean you up, doll. How does that sounds"

You nod, tired, just trying to catch your breath and relax, being interrupted by the moan that scapes your lips when Bucky licks your pussy. He passes his tongue around it, moving it skillfully, yeah, this is not the first time he eats you out. But it's definitely the first time he does it while his cum is dripping from you.

He kisses your cunt, playing with it and causing your moans to never end.

"No more, Bucky, please" You say, crying at the overstimulation "No more, Bucks"

"But, doll, you were the one being times before? You don't want it now? Your pussy wants it"

"No more, Bucky. Tired, please, just want to sleep"

But he doesn't listens, how could he when your moans were telling him another thing, when your cunt was getting wetter by his tongue he could almost drown. He keeps playing until you finally cum, a gutural moan escaping your lips and he knows you're exhausted when you let your head fall into the pillows, not feeling like holding it anymore.

"You did so good, babydoll. What about a shower?"

"Wanna sleep, Bucky"

"But I have to treat you right. Can't send my baby mommy to sleep this wet, can I?"

You shake your head with a pout and if it wasn't because he knows you can't take more, he would've fuck you right there.

"If I keep fucking you like this, I think we'll get pregnant by the end of the week"

[dielgonacoffee]

i must finished s1... i have So Many Thoughts

- why in the ever living FUCK did they decide that danny getting together with rachel AGAIN was a good idea huh...? despite that relationship with stan crumbling apart she was still MARRIED mind you!! why did we decide that danny engaging in infidelity was a good idea 😭 (i have a bad feeling about her. HORRIBLE!)

- wo fat... hes like a persistent cockroach that just wont die despite how well you exterminate the place

- kamekona has got to be my favorite recurring character. shaved ice vendor by day, informant, gambler, weapons hoarder, babysitter, etc. at night. also all around A Very Good Bro. hope he sticks around for the rest of the series.

- is it weird that i like sang min's character? LOL hes like a pesky little shit and i love him for it. also helped 5-0 catch the hpd mole! brownie points for u sir!

- steve is such a menace to society honestly. how is he not charged with multiple counts of property damage and endangering of civilians. that grenade in the pawn shop? really? i will personally start a gofundme for your therapy bill mr. super seal

- you would think that danny would be able to control steve's worst impulses but hes just as erratic and impulsive lmao its quiet broody chaotic good meets loud mouthed argumentative chaotic good. they are cut from the same cloth.

- CHIN HO KELLY YOU SELF SACRIFICIAL BASTARD i swear if i wasnt so in love with your voice i wouldve throttled you across the room. handing over the deed of your house to a bookie? really?! 💀

- anyway i also love how he always has a shotgun instead of the standard handgun that they all have. (but when he shot that guy aiming for his cousin?! sir u were directly behind him im pretty sure u just blew a fist sized hole through that mans body 😭)

- kono kalakaua my beloved my surfer girl the most competent rookie in the history of rookies she went from being fresh out of the academy to being part of hawaii's elite task force. DESERVED. but i do wanna see more stuff about her that isnt surfing. the amount of time she spent in this season in a bikini is ABSURD.

- the dressing down steve gave ms cia agent whats her name?? HOT. that was unfair, i never stood a chance.

anyway i probably have more thoughts but theyre lost somewhere in the gray matter highway and i cant cough up more for this word vomit. might add to this post or make a new one when they arrive to me 🤷‍♀️

[remotepixel]

I love your stories so much!! I've really been wanting more platonic yandere marvel stories and yours are so amazing! Is it alright if you could write a platonic yandere bucky? ❤❤

I'm so happy you like my work (twirling my hair and giggling rn) <33

Also, thank you for requesting!!

Tw: Yanderes themes + stalking!

I think, at first, he wouldn’t want to be near you more than necessary.

-It sounds mean (and he definitely feels guilty) but the guy’s still trying to figure out what he’s going to do now, after years of being brainwashed and only having one goal.

-There’s a lot of internal confusion going on and adding yandere traits that he’s 99% sure are not normal only pushes him further towards the edge.

-However, if you stay persistent in getting to know him, or Steve encourages him to make new friends, he would hesitantly embrace these traits as part of his new life.

He definitely has a soft spot for you.

-His face would remain as stoic as ever (force of habit) but, around you, you would see a ghost of a smile he would never directly admit.

-He’ll joke around you, mainly sarcastic comments or the type of jokes that aren’t that funny but you laugh anyways, and would playfully shove you with an eyeroll if you make a stupid one back.

-He’ll listen to you explain all the new modern tech, complain about school - anything if it makes you happy.

-He would be wary of physical intimacy (especially because of his metal arm), but I think he would warm back up to it.

-He likes having your head lean on his shoulder, or messing up your hair despite your protest.

-It grounds him in a way, let’s him know he’s here, in this moment, and not freezing alone.

He wouldn’t be as outright controlling as some of the others.

-He knows what it feels like to be a passenger in your own life and wouldn’t want to inflict that onto someone else.

-Despite any thoughts he might have against it, he wouldn’t restrict what you do (unless it could put you in danger of course), even if it means not hanging out for a while.

Although, he might stalk you.

-He internally argues with himself every time he does it, but he’s just concerned for your safety.

-Apart from court-mandated therapy or talking to Steve, he suddenly has free time he doesn’t know how to fill.

-In his mind, he’s helping you and calming the swirling pit in his stomach whenever he thinks about you being in danger.

He’s overprotective, even if he tries to draw it back.

-Protecting you has become his new purpose and, despite all of the unlearning he’s being forced into, he still feels a sense of duty to carry out his role no matter what.

-He’ll keep a careful eye of any of your friends (he doesn’t even want to think of you getting a partner) to make sure they’re treating you how they should.

-If they’re not, then the ex-Winter Soldier will be having a nice conversation with them (the next day, they’re suddenly apologising and actively avoiding you).

-He doesn’t want to be known as that anymore but he can’t say his reputation doesn’t have any benefits.

Opening up to someone after everything he’s been through was only a pipe dream, something to promise Steve he’ll try but know he’ll never achieve. But, as he watches you ramble about your day, he allows himself to consider it possible.

I think this a bit shorter than normal I think but I was struggling lol

Also, I don't know where I got 1940s him being a fan of physical touch from but I added it so...

[artandshid]

Ready for Love

Hey guys, I’m still working on Family Matters, I’m just in a little slump right now with it. But I had inspiration to write this after watching Austin and Ally earlier today, lol. Anyways here it is

In which Eddie doesn’t realize that he’s ready until it may be too late.

Eddie watched as his best friend laughed with Harrington at the counter while he was searching for their movie tonight.

He knew he had no right to feel this way, he watched her pine after him day after day, year after year, and he never acknowledged her feelings. He wasn’t ready to, yet. But he always assumed that when he was ready she would still be there.

But no. Now she was all cozy with Steve. Eddie scoffed to himself while looking down at whatever movie he mindlessly picked up. Pretty In Pink. Go fucking figure. He never related to Ducky before now.

He looked over at the counter again to see Harrington cracking another joke and once again she laughed. She shouldn’t find any other man’s jokes funny besides his.

He never felt jealous about her being around other guys until the other night when they were watching a movie and she mentioned how the main character looked cute. Well guess who that main character looked like. Fucking Steve Harrington. And when he made her take notice of that all she did was shrug her shoulders and blush.

No he’s never been jealous of another guy, nope, not until that other guy made her blush.

He can’t take the sound of her giggles anymore, not when she’s giggling because of him, so he grabs Pretty In Pink and walks to the counter to check out.

When he approaches, Y/n smiles softly at him and says, “What did you pick out?”

He holds it up to her, “One of your favorites.” and hands the movie to Steve while glaring at him.

Steve raises his eyebrows and looks between Y/n and Eddie, and then chuckles to himself, “they’re both so stupid.” he thinks.

“Have a good movie night guys, oh and y/n I’ll call you this weekend to finalize those plans.” Steve says and immediately took notice at how Eddie’s shoulders stiffen up.

“That was mean.” Robin says when they’re out of ear shot.

“Yeah well he needs to come to his senses sooner or later.”

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“Eddie please for the love of God what is wrong with you?” Y/n pauses the movie and begs Eddie. He’s been miserable since they left Family Video.

Eddie scratches his chin and refuses to look at her, “Nothing is wrong, can you please unpause the movie.”

“No. I don’t understand what happened you were fine before.” She moved onto her knees to try and force him to look at her but he was just zoning off looking at the paused movie.

“I am fine. Please can you drop it.” He slightly yells and she sits back and pouts.

All of a sudden Eddie feels a pillow come in contact with his face. He turns over to look at her to see her holding back a smile. She looks so beautiful and he’s kicking himself for never realizing before. For never realizing until it was too late.

“Did you just hit me with a pillow?” She giggles at his serious tone.

He moves and starts tickling her sides, making her drop the pillow and let out the most beautiful laugh he’s ever heard.

“Beg for mercy.” He laughs out while attacking her sides.

“Never Munson.” He continues to tickle her all over and somehow he ends up on top of her with her laying down. They’re faces only inches apart.

They both stop laughing and their breathing is labored. Y/n smiling widely, but when she notices Eddie’s serious expression she asks, “What’s wrong”

“Do you like Steve?” He dropped the ball, he’s ready to pour his whole heart out to her right now, but he needs to make sure first that she has the capability of holding it.

“Steve? No I don’t like Steve, Eddie, we’re just friends.” Eddie slowly gets off of her, but never breaking eye contact.

“Okay…good” He sitting back but he has a hold of her hand, contemplating how he wants to approach this.

“What does it matter anyways?” She asks him softly, getting her hopes up for something she’s dreamt about for the past 4 years.

“I know that you like me, Y/n I’ve known for years and I knew that one day I would be able to reciprocate your feelings, I was just waiting for the timing to be right and I don’t know, I guess I felt like I wasn’t ready to give you the love that I knew you deserved.” He pauses when he feels her squeeze his hand.

He looks at her and she has tears in her eyes, but she also has a soft smile. “You knew that I liked you this whole time?”She let’s out a laugh. She always imagined that this would be super embarrassing, but she’s sitting in front of Eddie, her Eddie, her favorite person in the entire world and she has no idea where he’s going with this conversation right now, but she’s knows that no matter what she would never be embarrassed around him.

“Yeah you made it very obvious,” they both let out a laugh, “until you didn’t anymore. The other night when you said that actor that looked like Harrington was handsome, I thought I was losing you. I thought I took too much time and you found better. And then I saw you laughing with him today and he was flirting with you and you guys are planning a date for this weekend and I don’t know, I realized I needed to tell you now that I’m ready. And it’s completely selfish because you are trying to move on, but I’m a selfish man. I want you all to myself from now until forever.” He tells her with tears in his eyes. He’s not ready to lose her. He’ll never be ready to lose her. But he’s ready to love her and he’s ready to be loved by her.

She slowly moves towards him until she’s straddling his lap. She cradled his face and rubs her fingers over his eyebrows, causing him to close his eyes. And then she presses her lips into his.

He’s in heaven. He can’t believe he denied himself of this feeling for so long. He kisses her back with passion, and then she pulls away.

At first he looks hurt and she giggles at his expression, “I am in no way trying to move on from you Eddie Munson. You are it for me. And even though I should be pissed that you knew about my feelings but never said anything, I can’t be. Because I’ve been ready to love you, and if all I was waiting on was for you to be ready to love me back, then I am a happy woman.” She grab his face once again and placed a soft kiss on his nose.

He lets out a teary laugh, “I hope I’m worth the wait.”

“You are worth the wait of a million years Munson.” She runs her fingers through his hair, “and me and Harrington weren’t planning a date, we were planning a surprise party for Dustin that you would’ve learned about if you weren’t so grumpy all evening.” She says with a knowing smile and he ducks his head away from her, embarrassed.

“I’m embarrassed but I can’t say that I’m mad, he made me pull my head out of my ass.”

“Yes, yes he did, now let’s finish this movie and prepare for forever.”She said and kissed his head.

[multi-writer]

Can you do a part 2 on “tolerate it” where the reader doesn’t tell that she is cursed by vecna because she doesn’t think Steve would care anyways because he loves Nancy but she tells the others but not him and in the end reader dies.

Reader wrote the whole crew letters and Steve’s is the most saddest one out of all of the. (Pure angst just pure angst)

So Close. (Tolerate It Pt. 2)

Steve Harrington x Reader - angst

Tolerate it

Author´s note: I've been thinking for a long time how to continue with "Tolerate it" and no matter how much I wrote I wasn't happy with the result, but this idea has given me the answer, so thank you so much! I'll be honest, I've been in the mood for pure angst so this request brought a wicked smile to my face. I'm going to base it on “So Close” by Jon McLaughlin (It´s my favorite Disney song but its really sad lol) because it fits the angst I'm looking for perfectly. I changed a bit of the request to fit the narrative but still hope you like it anon!

You don't need to read the first part, but if you want a little more pain go ahead.  I hope you like it!

warning: mentions of death, gore and pure angst.

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'Even on my worst day, did I deserve babe,

All the hell you gave me?'

"Music!" cried Steve in desperation as he looked at you, "Bring music!". Steve gently cupped Nancy's cheeks as he continued to talk to her.

Everyone ran all over Eddie's trailer looking for some solution while you stood watching the two of them with an empty feeling in your chest, you didn't know if it was your heart breaking even more or if it was the pain of watching your friend suffer. After a few seconds, you were able to come out of your trance and with almost robotic steps you started to help the rest of the group. Eddie and Robin were yelling at each other on the side about what was considered music. Lucas, Dustin, and Erica were in another room looking under the furniture for something that might be useful while you and Max were searching near the front door.

While you were looking through things, you could feel something warm on your lips, as you put your hand under your nose you felt a liquid substance. When you looked at your hand you could see blood on your fingers leaving you in a state of shock.

Max, seeing that you were not moving, turned to look at you to ask why you were standing alone, but your gaze on your hand and the small drops of blood falling from your nose made her stop. You turned to look at her slowly then gave the girl a small smile to calm her down.

"Easy..." you said in a shaky voice. "I always get nosebleeds from stress... it happened yesterday  too" you finished as you turned to talk to the metal lover. "Eddie! Where is your bathroom?"

"The door in front of the entrance!" he shouted from another room as you heard things move signaling that he was still looking for something to help Nancy. You moved with heavy steps toward this one and from there you grabbed some paper to wipe yourself so others wouldn't worry. Max was still looking at you seriously.

It was only a few minutes later when you heard someone gasp for air and Steve shout Nancy's name causing everyone to run to the portal. Both were on the floor, Nancy was lying in Steve's arms while your boyfriend pulled back some of the hair on her face so she could see better. It didn't take long before they returned to Eddie's trailer so that they were safe and Nancy began to explain what she had seen, leaving you stunned by what she was saying.

While the girl was narrating, you tried to take Steve's hand slowly to calm down a little, everything that had happened was scaring you a lot and you felt that the worst was just around the corner. The man, sensing the presence of your hand along with his, quickly moved it to run it through his hair in nervousness, causing a lump to form in your throat.

"Finally he showed me Hawkins destroyed," Nancy said quietly causing everyone to think.

"Then we'll have to attack him before he does" commented Dustin. Making Erica let out a breath.

"And how are we going to do that? I don't think you have a gun under that cap?" said the girl sarcastically. Apparently the idea wasn't such a bad one because Eddie quickly got up from where he was sitting and grabbed a magazine placing it on the table causing us all to surround him to see.

"And do you think they sell grenades there?" asked Robin.

"I don't think grenades but lots of guns" smiled Eddie. The group turned to look at each other and then started to move. Eddie managed to steal other people's trailer, upon being spotted, Steve took the wheel and started driving to the store Eddie had pointed out. Next to him was Nancy who was talking to him about the future.

You were in one of the back seats sitting next to Robin, who was looking from Steve to you thinking about what was happening, since they had entered the watergate you had been serious, you hardly spoke and you tried to distance yourself a little from everyone. Your eyes were tired and sad, as if all hope was gone. Max looked worried about what had happened a while ago, theories and suspicions did not leave her mind.

Your eyes went from your boyfriend to the floor of the trailer, thinking about what was going to happen, thousands of thoughts crossed your mind without knowing exactly what to do or how to help. Tears filled your eyes and then disappeared considering it was not the time to show your true feelings to the guy who was supposed to be your boyfriend. A hand snapped you out of your thoughts to then see Robin looking at you expectantly, next to her were Nancy and Steve, both of whom were looking at you quizzically.

"We told you we're here" commented Steve looking you up and down. "Do you want to come with us?" you looked at him for a few seconds to then slowly deny making the man just shrug his shoulders and walk out, causing the lump in your throat and the pressure in your chest to return. Robin managed to understand what was going on, so she gently squeezed your shoulder in support and walked out along with the rest.

During the time they were in the store, you were thinking, your right leg went up and down thanks to the anxiety you had inside you. After a few seconds you put your hands together noticing how cold they were. Tired, you got up and started to walk from one end to the other until some sounds to your right called your attention. You could perceive in the distance the sound of a clock, causing you to freeze where you were, your heart began to beat faster and cold sweat fell from your forehead to discover what was happening. You took a deep breath of air and then walked towards the noise, trying to look for the responsible for this. You turned from one side to the other even trying to find the watch to confirm that it was the same one that had been found in Victor's house, when you turned again you finally found it, you could see it through the back window of the trailer, near the forest. As you continued to watch you felt a hand slowly touching your shoulder, so you quickly turned to face the owner of it.

"Wow! Hey... are you okay?" Eddie asked as he looked at you with concern. You watched him with wide eyes as you slowly nodded then brought your hand to your forehead and tried to calm down, noticing the headache that was starting to bother you. The man turned to look around the store for signs of your boyfriend, finding none, he took you to one of the seats so he could watch out for anything that could happen.

When Steve, along with the rest of the group, returned, he noticed your frightened face and Eddie near you looking at you expectantly. Your boyfriend, seeing that you didn't plan on looking at him, focused on the steering wheel and quickly drove away from the store to take you out into the open field where you would all begin to create the weapons you would need and a plan to stop Vecna.

"Eddie and Dustin will be the distraction for the demobats" Nancy commented as the two boys nodded. "Max, Lucas and Erica will stay in this world, inside Victor's house to distract Vecna" Lucas interrupted her.

"Nance, you're crazy. I won't let Vecna be able to get Max again" The boy replied as Max denied.

"I will" Lucas turned to look at the girl. "If it's our only option then I'll do it. You guys will help me in case something happens" He turned to look at Lucas and Erica. Seeing that neither said anything, Steve continued with the plan.

"Nance, (y/n), Robin and I will go back to attack Vecna while I look for Max."

"I'll stay with Max" your comment made everyone turn to look at you, but you only looked at Steve. "I'll help them in case Jason wants to show up" Steve watched you for a few more seconds then nodded.

"Fine, then Nance, Robin and I will go with Vecna to destroy him. Whatever happens don't hesitate to say so, we will always be in communication" The rest of the group nodded to then get ready to continue with their part of the plan. The group split up to start preparing what was needed while you went into the trailer to get leaves and a pen. You knew Vecna was trying to get close to you because of the visions, headaches and bleeding, the same symptoms Max had, and if your theory was correct then you would have to make a decision.

When you finished writing, the others came in, ready to end the attacks once and for all. You tucked most of your writing under a cushion and then approached Max, who was setting up her walk-man so that he would be ready when the time came. Steve stopped the trailer in front of Victor's house and turned to look at you.

"Ready, don't do something stupid" Commented your boyfriend as you got out of the trailer. "(y/n)...careful" you turned to look at him and nod your head with a sad smile.

‘A life goes by

Romantic dreams must die

So I bid mine goodbye’

"See you later Steve" you returned your gaze back to the teens and follow them into the house. As you reached the garden, Erica started to split off to take her place and start keeping watch in case anyone arrived. Lucas, Max and you continued walking straight towards the house, your heart was pounding so hard you thought it was going to explode, your mind was finally at peace knowing what will happen. Lucas opened the door and together with Max they went upstairs quickly, you went upstairs at a slow pace trying to contemplate everything you had lived, your happy moments, your worst moments and the moments you spent with Steve.

Remembering all the moments, you knew you were ready for whatever was going to happen, it was as if something inside you knew there was no other way out.

As you went upstairs to where Lucas and Max were, you saw them talking about dates and a trip to the movies. They managed to find what you always wanted to have with Steve.

You wouldn't let them suffer the pain you did.

"Guys" they both turned to you curiously. "I'll be in the room closest to the stairs, in case Jason comes so he'll have to step over me" Lucas only nodded as Max looked at you worriedly, she already suspected what might happen, so she walked over to you and hugged you.

"Be very careful" she whispered into your shoulder. You, with tears in your eyes, hugged her even tighter trying to show that everything was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay for her.

As they parted you went to the room you had mentioned and sat listening to the wind through the broken window. The stars were bright that night, making you think about the finer things in life. If this was going to be the last time you were going to appreciate it, you wouldn't hesitate to do so. You remembered the time you played at the arcade with the guys, the time you went out with Eleven and Max to the mall, the time you hung out at Robin's house to talk about Vicky, and the time you went out with Steve for the first time.

who knew it would end up like this?

You kept looking at the garden of the house, hoping that everything would happen according to plan. However, noises in the hallway brought you out of your thoughts.

"Lucas? What's wrong?" you spoke, but when you received no answer you started walking towards the door. The weather was colder than you remembered. "Max?" when you opened the door you didn't meet someone, but something. The clock you had seen in your visions was at the end of the hallway, and from the door next to it a humanoid creature was starting to emerge.

"(y/n)..." it said in a deep voice. "At last you are here" For a moment you were frozen in surprise, but when you saw it coming closer to you you reacted and started running towards the stairs to go down. At the bottom you could see the door to the house, but before you got there you bumped into someone coming out of one of the doors below.

"Steve?" you asked in desperation when you saw him in front of you. "What are you doing here?!" your boyfriend looked serious and grabbed your shoulders tightly. "What are you doing?! Let go of me!"

"How stupid" he said slowly. "Did you really think I loved you? You are nothing compared to Nancy" Steve spat his words with hatred, your eyes went from his face to the door. "Even now you don't know what to do. How come we accepted you into the group?" step by step he was pulling you closer against the wall. "I only wanted you next to me to make Nancy jealous." You couldn't take it anymore.

"Shut up!" you shouted as you pushed him, making him let go of you. Slowly what you thought was Steve, began to squirm inhumanly causing him to fall to the ground. You watched in terror as you tried to escape. When you ran to the door you realized that it was jammed with wooden planks. A grotesque sound was heard from where 'Steve' was so you turned quickly to find what you thought was Vecna, which was slowly approaching you. As you turned sideways you realized you were trapped. You couldn't run anymore.

You didn't want to run anymore.

"What do you want?" you asked defiantly as the being continued to approach.

"I just want to take away the pain you are in" he said as he raised one of his hands towards your face. You closed your eyes tightly until you felt a wet hand run down your cheek. When you opened your eyes you saw him bring his hand up to your face and contemplate the tear he held on one of his disgusting fingers. "Don't you want to stop suffering?" he said as he turned to look at you.

"I want..." you took a breath of air and felt more tears fall from your eyes. "I want it to stop hurting" you whispered.

"Don't worry I'll take the pain away" He said to raise his hand again and put it on your face.

In the other room, Lucas was silently watching Max, who was sitting with her eyes closed, after a few minutes the girl stood up frustrated.

"Nothing is happening!" Max said as she paced back and forth. "If he's not here that means he knows the rest went with him."

"Max calm down" Lucas commented making the girl despair even more.

"I can't be calm Lucas understand what-" A sharp knock stopped the girl, who only turned to look at Lucas and started to run out of the room making the boy follow her. Max ran to where you were, opening the door quickly expecting to see you in front of the window. When she didn't see you there, her eyes began to quickly scan the room until they found you. You were lying on the floor, as if you had passed out. Max walked towards you but seeing your condition she simply fell to his knees causing Lucas to approach her.

"Max! What's wrong?!" Max just raised his hand pointing to the front as tears fell from her eyes, her mouth looked like she wanted to scream, but nothing came out of it. Lucas seeing her hand turned with speed to where the girl was looking.

"No, no, no, no, please wake up (y/n)" he said as he approached you, but seeing your broken body and bleeding face he knew it was too late. After the shock, Max was able to let out a cry of pain as she saw you, at the same time Lucas covered his eyes trying to stop the tears, something impossible as you heard your beloved sobbing and your friend dead in front of you.

"Erica! Erica help!" cried Lucas in tears, but he knew there was nothing more he could do.

Meanwhile Robin, Nancy and Steve were trapped thanks to Vecna's roots. The being slowly approached Steve causing him to try to escape.

"Oh Steve, if only you hadn't left her alone" it slowly commented as four chimes rang out loudly causing the boys to look at each other. Robin, taking advantage of the distraction, managed to get loose to throw a flaming bottle towards Vecna causing him to let go of Nancy and Steve.

Nancy reacted quickly so she was able to shoot Vecna. However, what destroyed him was a force that threw him away as the being burst into flames. The three looked at each other in surprise until the four chimes sounded again.

"Max..." commented Nancy causing the others to react and run for the exit running into Dustin and an unconscious but alive Eddie. Quickly they all exited the Upside Down to enter the trailer. The road felt long, especially for Steve. Everyone was afraid of what they might find. Upon arrival, Robin, Nancy and Steve ran out to Victor's house. At the door they could find Erica with her face in her hands.

"Erica! What's wrong?" Steve asked as he grabbed her shoulders and saw that nothing had happened to her. The little girl was trying to talk but the crying wouldn't let her. The three adults heard Lucas yelling from the house, so Robin stayed with Erica while Nancy and Steve ran. As they entered the room they found Max on her knees sobbing and Lucas with his back to them. As they got closer they could see someone's body in the boy's arms.

"I'm so sorry..." Lucas said between breaths. Steve, as he approached, was met with his worst nightmare, so Steve knelt down to get closer to you while the rest left the room in tears. Your body was destroyed in the worst way, your eyes that always shone were gone and your face deformed.

Tears were falling fast from Steve's face as he put his head to your chest trying to wake up from this nightmare. Not hearing your heartbeat, the boy only let out a cry of pain when he heard what had happened. His arms pulled you closer to him as if he wanted to transmit his life to you, to take your place to try to see for the last time the girl who had occupied his mind and his heart. As he pulled you closer something fell from your hand, a sheet of paper with her name on it lay looking at him expectantly waiting for him to take it. With a trembling hand he took the letter and fearfully began to read it.

Dear beloved Steve.

If you are reading this it is because what I feared the most happened. The symptoms started two days ago and I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to distract you from the love of your life. You gave me the opportunity to love you but I see it wasn't enough for you to love me in the same way. Even now, with a broken heart and on the verge of death I want to say that I love you.

I love you Steve Harrington.

You own my mind, heart and soul. And I want you to find someone who loves you the same way you love someone else and fulfill your dream of having a big family with 6 little nuggets. Don't blame yourself, don't regret it because I would never blame you for anything that happened to me. Live with your head held high Steve Harrington, and be the man you always wanted to be. Fulfill your goals and know again the love that I will always be looking out for you.

See you later Steve,

Love.

(y/n)

Tears couldn't stop falling from Steve's eyes, his broken voice whispered little 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you'. His heart was breaking more and more as he remembered that you wouldn't be with him to make a future. Because a future without you was a future Steve didn't want to live.

Now he won't be able to see your eyes sparkle or your laughter light up his life, he won't be able to confess to you that he walked away from you so he wouldn't put you in danger, so he could keep you safe. He won't be able to love again if not you.

After all, Steve Harrington had failed you.

'So close, so close.

And still so far'

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tags: @lettyshush @ilovetaylorswift1 @hcloangcls @obsessed-with-a-fictional-man

[aurumacadicus]

So for me personally I think both Steve and Tony have the same lack of self-esteem/self-confidence it just manifests differently. Tony believes he can't measure up and won't no matter how hard he tries which makes him seem aloof/uncaring towards others. (Not that this stops him from trying, of course. Deep down he's hopeful that someday, somehow, he'll be enough for someone. Which is why all of his friends are like "lol Tony aloof? He got drunk and cried because someone mentioned they had to put their dog down recently so he made an animal shelter in the dog's name.")

Now. Steve. He's been clawing tooth and nail for respect since he was a sickly, skinny kid. He spent so long getting no respect (even after he first became Captain America, being used for propaganda) and then, suddenly, after proving his mettle in battle/rescuing an entire unit of POWs, he has nothing but respect from the people around him. He doesn't know how to handle it because he would have gone to rescue Bucky even if he was still tiny. Nothing changed except his body. He's still him at his core. But he thinks people only ever want to be with him for his body so when he starts having self-esteem issues his feelings accumulate into anger.

All of this to say one of my favoritest tropes in fan fiction (any universe) is when people make Tony fall in love with skinny asthmatic Steve but Steve doesn't want to date because he thinks Tony pities him and then they fall out of contact, only for there to be some sort of event where they're going to meet again. Tony tells this huge blond hunk to keep an eye out for a tiny blond with anger issues because Steve is the only reason he even came to this stupid party and if he isn't coming Tony is going to leave. In fact he might leave anyway because Steve shouted at him to leave him alone the last time they saw each other so he might not want to see Tony anyway. Which gives Steve (blond hunk) an identity crisis because oh no apparently Tony was earnest back then and Steve yelled at him for no reason because he thought Tony was patronizing him and Tony apparently still cares about him and is so handsome. Fuck. His friends are never going to let him live this down.

("Aw I was really looking forward to being the big spoon," Tony says post reveal, frowning up at Steve, and Steve about kills himself choking on his drink laughing.)

[w0uldyoubemine]

Firstly, how are you? I feel like people don't ask that enough. Also please feel free to not answer all the questions!!

Did anyone actually play any of the many versions of Clue/ other board games in between takes? That would be so funny....

Please please could you pass a message on? I would really really love everyone involved to know how much DBD is appreciated 💖 The acting is incredible, the set design, the writing, the costumes, the sheer amount of detail 🥹 The way the cast talk about their roles, the way Steve Yockey, Beth Schwartz and Neil Gaiman talk about how they have ideas for the future, you can feel the love they all have for DBD and it really shows!

No matter what happens next, this show is amazing from top to bottom and the season we have is outstanding. Nothing can take that away from you ❤️

The rest of the questions are the kind that I always tell people to stop pestering Neil Gaiman with lol. Instead, I'll leave with thank you for all your hard work & wish you all the very very best on whatever project you're working on next 🥳

PS please could you give your pupper a belly rub / boop? They're the goodest dog 😍

Hi there!

I’m doing just fine thank you, I appreciate you asking and hope you are too.

I actually don’t think anyone did play any of the board games - we had a lot of fun with various props and set pieces in Niko’s room though.

I will absolutely pass on the love! I’m still in regular contact with folks from the show (as we waited with baited breath to see if we get renewed!) and we share memes and posts so we see all the love!

Whenever I finish a show I always look at it like it’s one and done just in case we don’t get to do it again - as an AD we often go from show to show so it doesn’t always time out to come back. So I always make the most of it while we have it and hope we get to do more!

If you do think of any questions I’ll be happy to answer them - I don’t speak out of turn so I’ll only answer what I’m able to anyways 😂

I will absolutely give Buck a scratch for you

[love-toxin]

remains of the day - e.m (corpse bride au)

a/n: trust me to tease this fic at halloween and not finish it until january LOL (also this is just vol I unless ppl want more!)

plot: the misfortune of Hawkins has left the town destitute, and your family in financial ruin. what better way to remedy that than to marry off their one and only daughter to the richest man in town? there's only one problem....your heart really isn't in it, and neither is your husband-to-be's. but a little practice of your vows to soothe those woes won't exactly give you the courage you were hoping for.

cws: corpse bride au, emily!eddie, victor!f!angelface, victoria!steve, major character death, descriptions of gore/rot, marriages and dowries, jealousy on both sides, a hint at eddie's abandonment issues/fears of rejection, premarital hand-holding, twinges of unrequited love.

word count: 2.4k

"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows.

Your cup will never empty, for I shall be your wine.

With this candle, I will light your way in darkness.

With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

How hard could those vows truly be? And yet you can't get your head around them–no matter how easily they come to mind, they won't fall from your lips properly, despite how many times you've tried.

And that rehearsal….abysmal. You're shocked that Steve even stuck around, that soft smile never leaving his face as he watched you butcher every word of every line of your vows. He deserves better than you, and considering what you've heard through the grapevine (and the town crier, of course) there's another woman that's held his attention for awhile now anyways. Maybe the only reason he stayed for you was because he was picturing her the whole time, and that thought itself makes you want to lie down in the snow under this tree and never get up.

Not that you wish his affections were turned towards you, instead–actually, you wish that she was in your place. Nancy would do better at this, the two of them would be happier, and you wouldn't have to suffer this horrible, continuous disappointment in yourself. It's only been going on for….well, for your whole life.

The wind whistling through the bare branches catches your ear, and almost sounds like the whisper of a voice, your head turning towards the sound but your eyes finding nothing but trees and snow. It's eerie out here; cold and dry, the breeze blowing wisps of your hair about your face, but the woods saying nothing more. It's too quiet, and those ill feelings draw up into your lungs until you manage to wave them away with a brush of your hand, your fingers coming to clasp around the collar of your dress. Too tight–it is all too suffocating. All of it. You dearly wish you could be left out of this whole affair, because you would much rather be a bystander than a participant.

"Oh, Lady Harrington!" You greet a tall, faceless tree trunk and tug on one of the branches, spindly and long in a way that much resembles your future mother-in-law's careful hand. "Call you mum? I'd be delighted to." Shake shake. The bark crackles under your fingertips and snaps, and you're left sighing and holding a twig in your palm that you quickly let drop to the ground.

"What's the point? I'll never be able to do this…" You wonder aloud, meandering about the roots of the massive tree you've taken up solace beneath, your mind wandering with an overflow of worries that all seem much less grand in the shadows of the forest. You find yourself humming the words of your vows to yourself, whispering them under your breath as if you weren't just talking to yourself loud enough for even the crier to hear. There's likely a running story about my madness by now, you think to yourself, the final words of your script coming out a bit louder as you kneel by one of the upturned roots of the tree, stretched out like a delicate finger on a thin hand. "With this ring…"

You produce the ring from the pocket of your dress, and smile somewhat depressedly as you slip it on to the mock hand of your lover.

"I ask you to be mine."

What a silly thought. You could almost swear the hand twitched, shuddered in anticipation, but it must be the wind–and the crows, you've only just noticed, are cawing rather aggressively at your back. A slight twinge of anxiety gnaws at you, you turn to look and search the hills for some animal creeping up-

"Ah-!" But when you do, your wrist is grabbed by something stronger–something that wasn't there before, something with your golden band on its finger that digs into your skin, and yanks you down like it's pulling you into the earth itself. It tugs, and tugs, and finally with a breath of air pumped into your lungs you scream and tear yourself away, the disembodied hand coming with you to clench harder around your wrist. With a violent shake it comes off and skitters across the icy ground, but before you can get to your feet, something even more terrifying happens before your very eyes.

The dirt cracks and crumbles from the spot where that branch had sat, pieces shattering away and stray roots snapping as something, a person-like something, rises from beneath the earth and stands towering and tall above you.

Lush, curly brown hair fans out over his shoulders, and a pair of warm brown eyes devoid of light greet your own. Pale, corpse-like skin gleams under the moonlight, but the exposed bone of his arm, legs, and the side of his neck betray that he really is just that–something dead, heart rotted away with cavernous holes in his body to show it.

He kneels before you, so close your body warmth leaches into his touch, and his lips make way for a toothy smile down at you as he caresses your face. His fingers don't feel at all like they look, leathery and branch-like….they're cool, but incomparably soft.

"I do."

He leans in for a kiss, eyes half-lidded with glory-filled glee, and the world finally blots out into complete darkness as you faint from the shock.

................................

"A new arrival!"

"Darling...I think she fainted. Darling?"

A poking, prodding sensation at your side isn't what roused you, you're sure it's the soft sounds of music and the foul, sickly-sweet smell of rot–but when your eyelids flutter open, and you shriek at the sight of that same young man accompanied by a skeleton standing over you, the two of them share a relieved grin rather than step back. He touches your face again, gentler this time, and moves to cup both your cheeks as he whispers your name. "There you are! My angel."

Now that you've got a better look, somehow you're…not as frightened, but still somewhat. Maybe it's that the lighting is better than the dimly-lit woods, and you're warmer wherever you've been laid down, but the curly-haired man doesn't evoke that same sense of terror now that he's holding you.

"You're even prettier than I imagined." He strokes that velvety skin of your cheek with his thumb, the compliment falling on attentive ears and eyes that just can't look away. But where in the world is your sense? Aside from being a kept woman, he's quite clearly dead, and you stagger to your feet a little too quickly just to get back and find some space between you two. Upon doing so, though, you bump into something solid–a bar counter, the woman on the other side pouring drinks like you're not even there. She just shoots you a grin, and a few of her teeth fall from her mouth into the frothy stein.

They all are, you realize. Every single person here is in varying states of decay, the crowd surrounding you and milling about the bar with curious stares and whispers at the newcomer. And with only one of those corpses feeling somewhat familiar, you huddle up next to the man's side to his giggling glee, his hand coming down to rest on your arm as you clutch at his for safety in the face of the dead. Two of which are raising their pints, and clanking them together with booming cries on their cracked lips.

"A toast to the newlyweds!"

"Newlyweds?"

You gape in shock, and he nods down at you. A smile stretches wide across his ghastly white face, and he pats your hand affectionately.

"In the woods! You said your vows so perfectly." He shows off the gleam of the golden band of his finger with a flourish, looking on with pride both at it and you. It looks good, and you selfishly gulp back some triumphant feelings at realizing you did it right–but you shake them right back off as reality hits you even harder in the face.

"I did?" Your voice a careful whisper, you move to let go of his arm, only to be caught and held there a touch longer by his frozen hands. "Oh, God…I did."

Stupid, stupid! How could you be so stupid?! Yet you can't really be blamed for it, how could you even think about directing those vows at a corpse by accident? It's not like your parents ever warned you about that…and your heart races when you remember. Your parents, your soon-to-be husband, and everyone else in the wedding party are probably wondering where in the hell you've disappeared to.

"Y-You don't understand! I have a fiancé," You try to shuffle backwards, finally having wrenched your hands away from your undead partner, and he leans in close without a worry or care etched into his face. Steve must be worried, he must be…maybe. Or maybe he's forgotten about you already. Your shoulders fall a little, but your gaze is commanded back up by his hands on your shoulders.

"Not a fiancé, silly. I'm your husband. Although…I guess we have yet to have the ceremony, so technically you're right." He cocks his head, hair swaying a little–you can spot a few spiders here and there, swinging from curl to curl as he speaks without taking notice to them.

"No, not–ugh, how can I explain this? I was just practicing! I-I didn't actually…I wasn't…" To push on his chest is like shoving a brick wall; he's unmoveable, his chest hollow but his bones strong as he stands over you. How can such lifeless brown eyes demand so much pity?

"But you…you said your vows? What's the problem?" You can't bear it, that well-meaning face falling into what is unmistakably a pained expression. His hurt feelings are betrayed by the crack in his voice, and if the circumstances weren't so strange, you'd be a bit miffed at having such a conversation in the midst of a nosy crowd. As if this were a normal situation, a marital squabble between the shoulders of bar patrons and not drunken cadavers. "...I thought you wanted to marry me?"

"You're dead," You say without thinking, and it cuts deep and harsh–shock and hurt flashes across his face, and he flinches back as if you had cut him with a knife. The bar, which once had been bustling with chatter and delight, grows quieter as their beloved friend whimpers with tears just about breaching his dead eyes.

"But I…we…you really don't want to marry me?"

"I don't even know your name." You mutter back, suddenly shy and quiet with an ill feeling churning about in your stomach. Guilt. This young….dead man has done nothing to you, and though neither have you to him, the unfortunate fact is that he is very clearly attached–even though you know next to nothing about one another.

"It's Eddie." He sniffles and drags his sleeve across his dripping nose, yet spits both syllables out as if it were a curse. Though, for most parts of the village, it is–you could recognize that name if it were said in your sleep, and had you not been clinging to him just a few minutes prior, it would rouse you from your slumber in panic and terror at the utterance of the most notoriously bloodthirsty psychopath of Hawkins.

"Eddie?" You blink owlishly at him. "Eddie from…from the accident?"

"I'm sure everyone's heard about me by now." He looks down, despondent. Unwell and miserable, resigned, not like the murderer you've heard whispering tales about in the alleyways and lifeless bars of your hometown….not like this lounge, that's speckled with colour and bursting at the seams with life long past lived. "But it's not true. I'm not like that. I'm not…"

"...Mean and scary?" As the words slip out, you tilt your head away to keep yourself from looking at him straight, though you can't avoid the gentle touches of Eddie's cool fingers as he splays them over the back of your hand. Holding it delicately like a paper fan, keeping it close to him but not indecently, he borrows it for a short while and perhaps it's merely to feel a bit of your human warmth. You'd like to think that, and yet the intensity of his gaze on your lips says otherwise.

"Do you think of me like that? You think I'm mean and scary?" Eddie leans on his side against the bartop, eyes never leaving you even though you struggle to pull your shoulders straight, as a lady should, and finally let his full form come into your vision instead of simply his feet.

"I…I'm frightened, yes. But not...of you."

Eddie sucks in a short, quiet breath, before letting it settle in a soft exhale as he pulls your hand towards him–a bit too excitedly, as it turns out, and he releases it with a lighthearted chuckle and scratches the back of his neck, his eyes widening for just a passing moment as he feels a bit of skin come loose and anxiously smoothes it back down before you notice. Sufficiently put back together as much as a corpse can be, Eddie takes a much more firm hold of your hand in his, and lets you feel the glimmering gold of the wedding band on his finger as he starts pulling you along away from the counter.

"Let's go somewhere we can be alone, then. I know a place." He says with a smile, and parts the crowd easily who are all too giddy to throw compliments and congratulations your way. They are….rather pleasant, for dead people.

However, you know you must grit your teeth and bear these niceties for the moment. Until you can find some path away from Eddie, and back up to the place where you belong, you will play along with his games. You will entertain him. Perhaps you may even earn his trust, and he will reveal to you a way out.

Above all, you will not be wed to a corpse, nor will you fall in love with one. That is part of your oath to Steve, and to your parents, and to everyone, to be faithful even when faced with such a morbid test of faith as this. You will do as you are told, all according to plan, whether or not Eddie makes this grim future seem more….palatable than the one that awaits you upstairs, the clock ticking away every second until the union you have been promised to.

[stevespookington]

have any fic recs?

I'm assuming you are here for steddie fics so here's some! also going to toss a link to my stranger thing fics on ao3 on here because ofc I rec my own lol

make this inn our own by @hexmionegranger (it's still a wip rn but it will be done in a couple of days!) a hallmark style winter fic based around steve inheriting an inn (or inn-heriting lol) I am literally obsessed with it

After a family secret threatens the upstanding Harrington name, Steve is forced to leave Hawkins right after highschool. Life carries on without him, The Party defeats Vecna and the gates close, and ten years pass. Then, Otis Harrington dies and leaves Steve the Carnation Inn. With Christmas fast approaching, business man Steve must return to Hawkins and fix it up to sell. But coming home comes with guilt, trauma, and grappling with his identity in the Harrington family, and the family secret that tore him away from the one person who may have understood what he was going through. Add in a dilapidated inn, a snarky handyman, a meddling gang of no-longer-kids, and a little bit of Christmas Magic, and everything Steve has fought so hard to build is suddenly threatening to crumble around him.

it's time to run by @maxinemaxmayfield a timeloop fic that is just so good!! (I still need to finish it, but it's such a great read that I'm dropping it here anyways i absolutely love the build up)

“–Can you hear me? Dustin! Earth to Dustin!” Steve jolts upright. Eddie’s voice, slightly distorted, coming through the walkie. Nancy’s voice answers, and Steve blinks, looking around. He’s in the Wheelers’ basement, folded awkwardly into a horribly uncomfortable chair with wooden armrests. Lucas and Dustin are snoring nearby, and there’s the sound of soft voices and the clatter of cutlery from upstairs. He’s been here before.

Been Waiting For Someone New To Make Me Feel Alive by @tabbytabbytabby the kids parent trap them and it's very cute with some misunderstandings for some mild angst with happy ending would definitely recommend

As Steve tries to work through his growing feelings for Eddie, Dustin hatches a plan to try to get the two of them together.

from this moment on by @hotcocoaharrington very cute established relationship and proposal fic it's oh so soft

Steve bought the ring a year after they started dating. It was too soon, way too soon, even if everything they’d been through made it feel like they’d known each other, like they’d been in each other’s corners for forever. One year was entirely too early to be putting marriage on the table, especially when they were still so young. Not to mention, Steve knew that Eddie had a rocky relationship with the concept thanks to his parents, and, truth be told, so did Steve. But none of that really mattered. Because Steve was that in love. He was that sure of them. So he bought the ring. Without hesitation. And he held onto it, for all this time. He’d had a gut feeling, back in 1988. And eight years later it’s still there. Still there and stronger than ever.

and since I haven't been reading as much as usually do i'm also going to toss some from my marked for later list below the cut that I am looking forward to 👀

Paint Nights by AnnetheCatDetective

Steve is looking for something for Dustin, but when he walks into the game and hobby shop, he sees something he likes.

oh, I heard it through the grapevine by idontshaveforsher_yesyoudo

“It just doesn’t make sense why Mr. Harrington’s single! He’s nice, he’s funny, he’s hot for his age -“ “I overheard him threatening to smash Mr. Munson’s kneecaps in with a spiked bat the other day,” Paul says. “I’m telling you, he has a dark past.” or, not a single senior student at their high school can figure out what’s the deal with mr. harrington’s love life. maybe the answer is closer than they think.

Ring Ring (Why Don't You Give Me a Call?) by whatsthatfor

What was strange was when Harrington called. And called again, and then Eddie was calling him, and it just didn’t stop. Eddie and Steve fall in love over a series of phone calls.

In Eddie's Honour by literaldisneyprincess

Without thinking, he reaches down and slides his fingers over the indent made by the pen. Eddie must have pressed down harder than necessary, leaving a tactile mark as well as the visual one. Steve’s hit by the realisation that Eddie will never write his name again. Never write or draw, or even hold a pen again. Ever. For the first time in two weeks, he stops. He looks around his room, feeling lost, feeling alone and so achingly, horribly empty. Steve struggles with the grief left behind after Eddie's death and how he can move past it without forgetting.

but the fire is so delightful by 96tears

When Robin and Dustin back out of a trip to Steve’s grandparents’ cabin over Christmas break, Steve’s a little disappointed. But he can’t lie: the idea of spending the weekend alone with Eddie is pretty damn appealing. He’d been hoping to get Eddie away from the others, so he could finally tell him how he feels, and now he’s got the whole weekend to do it.

[shysneeze]

omg what about robin with a gf who's a baddie? really pretty, likes to wear tight revealing clothes, but is also really feisty and gets into a lot of fights with other ppl (not robin, she's perfect in reader's eyes and could never do any wrong), lol probably rly popular and cheerleader or something, but she lets her guard down to be more soft and gentle around robin? kinda like a 'i hate everyone but you' trope from the reader's side? headcanons or fic either works lol, but i kinda feel like hcs

giggling and kicking my feet over this because i love this idea! decided to go with headcanon as i have no plot, just thoughts:

robin dating a badass!fem!reader:

warnings: swearing (like a lot), mentions of fighting, time period typical homophobia, kissing, reader referred to as girl once or twice 

i have a whole other thing on how you get together that might become a fic but it involves a breakfast club style detention…

anyway

you know this scene in brooklyn nine nine, rosa and the puppy? 

yeah, that’s the vibes of the relationship

she's a sarcastic little shit, and she's way too smart for her own good, and it should infuriate you, but she has this laugh that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, and she's so effortlessly pretty that you could scream 

when you first start dating, you try to hold onto the cool persona you've perfected, but she's got you weak at the knees when she smiles at you 

and as soon as she realises this, she's laying it on thick 

she gives you sappy nicknames that you would threaten to beat anyone else up for calling you 

"sweetheart"  "pretty girl"  "softie" 

and you know she's teasing you but you've truly stopped caring 

you're mesmerised by her freckles, and they way she blushes when you you kiss them 

and you fucking love to kiss her okay? like its an addiction at this point 

her lips are perfect; they're soft, and they taste like cherry and if she would let you, you'd kiss them forever (sometimes just to stop her rambling - you love her, but man, it's a lot) 

teasing aside, robin is just as obsessed with you (hence the rambling) 

"god, you're so pretty- do you know how pretty you are? you're trying to kill me with that little skirt, aren't you? it's working though, i might combust-"  "robin, shut up and kiss me before i combust" 

you're fiercly protective of her 

you get into fights for her a lot - it drives robin close to sheer insanity 

she loves that you love her enough to defend her and she always patches you up, cleaning up any cuts, intentionally using little colourful plasters because you pretend to hate them, and kissing every bruise

 but she really hates seeing you hurt

“please don’t be mad at me” “i’m not mad i’m just-” “you better not say disappointed, buckley”

you obviously apologise for worrying her

you glare at people who give you dirty looks in public for holding hands etc

 but as much as you pretend you're above caring, it breaks your heart how society treats your relationship, because nothing about your love for robin is disgusting or wrong like those dirty looks try to tell you

 robins rubs up and down your back when you get like that, and kisses you over and over, reassuring you that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about the pair of you, that she loves you regardless 

(sorry, idk where that came from inside me, i'll move onto something happier now) 

steve hates you at first (and it's pretty mutual)

( robin accidentally lets slip that you're the little spoon and he has a fucking field day with that information )

but he can see how you melt when robin walks into a room, and he knows you're not breaking her heart anytime soon 

and so you develop the most reluctant, complex, friendship Robin has ever witnessed 

"harrington, tell robin she suits her hair like that, she doesn't believe me." "don't tell me what to do, shithead- but yeah, you look nice, rob."

 robin finds it exhausting but you both mean the world to her she she's just happy you've found common ground; making sure she knows how amazing she is

taglist: @woahhhfidget @sireeeeee @lovelyy-moonlight @starselle @robinsprker @flourelle @robinbuckleysgfreall @robinbuckleyluvr @lesbiihoenestt 

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Lol silly request here so only if you want to but since you couldn't decorate I was wondering if you would like to write a short blurb of Billy and Steve decorating together. Maybe Steve sneaking out the mistletoe to lure Billy into a kiss. (Not that he would need to be lured in at all lol) only if you think you'd like to write this though!! No worries if not! 💙

This is GREAT, and I'm so in the mood for holiday fic themes, thank you sm Gin!!!💕

OKAY SO HERE'S MY LITTLE IMAGINE because this is too cute💕

They had almost finished decorating Hopper's cabin in the effort to get him into the holiday spirit. Since Hopper had been working longer shifts, they knew he wouldn't have the time, and they wanted El to have a magical Christmas this year after everything she had endured. They couldn't wait to surprise them both.

Billy stepped back from the golden-lit tree and studied the position of the star on top. He crinkled his brows and went back to adjusting it one more time while Steve huffed and puffed by the front door, clearly struggling with some greenery he was trying to hang along the doorframe.

"A little help here?" Steve finally griped. Billy smirked and approached Steve, but still made no effort to help him.

"What's the matter? Can't reach?" Billy's smirk bloomed into a bright smile as Steve looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"I know what you want me to say, and you can forget it," Steve mumbled as he continued to struggle with the decor. Billy just crossed his arms and looked on while Steve tiptoed to try and get a better reach.

"You know what? Fine," Steve conceded. "You're taller than me, so could you please help me finish hanging this?" Billy chuckled and held up the greenery along the door frame so Steve could secure it with some pushpins. Billy knew he wasn't taller than Steve, but he liked to egg him on to say it anyway.

The both stepped back from the door, surveying the position of the...mistletoe?

Billy turned to Steve who was already looking at him with dreamy eyes and a face that had "got ya" written all over it.

"Like always," Billy drawled, stepping closer to Steve, circling an arm around his waist and pulling him close. "You've got me right where you want me, Harrington."

Steve grinned, very satisfied with himself, before leaning in, one hand lightly tousling into Billy's curls as he kissed him -- slow, sweet, and magical, just like it was supposed to be. Their warmth filled the small room as they basked in the glow of the holiday lights, relishing in slow motion kisses until Billy had something to say.

"You know, since we seem to be done here," he started, locking eyes with Steve and raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Why don't we move on to some...more rigorous extracurriculars?"

Steve laughed and rested his forehead on Billy's. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, a mischievous gleam in his eye. I hope this is okay!!! I tried to make it kind of short and sweet, and I love the playful dynamic of them kind of picking on each other in good fun lol. Thank you so much for requesting this!! 💕

[intplayboy]

YA'ABURNEE DRABBLE [HYBRID! BTS OT7 X HUMAN! READER]

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summary: sneak peek of hyrbid ot7 x human reader "ya'aburnee" imagine (coming soon). The boys are patiently yet eagerly waiting for you at home, knowing you had another action-packed day, and can't wait to smother you and make sure you safely return home. But come to find out that you are injured at the front door in the arms of your older colleague, and to make matters worse, how and why you were injured. (Y/N *reader* is a bit stubborn here lol)

genre: hybrid au | minor angst | fluff | slight humor

pairing: hybrid bts ot7 × human officer reader (mackenzie valley wolf! namjoon, giant cheetah! jin, snow leopard! yoongi, wolverine! hoseok, kodiak bear! taehyung, maned wolf! jimin, golden jackal! jungkook)

warnings: mentions of injury

word count: 3,988 (kind of got carried away)

masterpost | pt. 1

copyright © 2022 by kumiko. all rights reserved. my works or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without express written permission from me except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

"Chin, I'm really fine." You try to convince your platonic older brother when he finally stops in front of your apartment complex.

In disbelief, he scoffs. "Y/N, you went into an extraction mission alone, completely outnumbered, and as a result, you were nearly killed."

"Okay, technically I didn't go alone. I had Kono on standby, ready to call backup if anything went sideways." You argued.

He deadpans at you. "Yeah, exactly, stand by. While you went in to save Steve by yourself."

"What were you thinking?!"

You sigh, looking away. "Getting McGarrett back... They were going to torture him further if I haven't broken him out, and it was my fault anyways!"

"You could've called me or Danny- or better yet, all of us to help you! You shouldn't have gone by yourself Y/N, you could've died!"

"They could've killed McGarrett if I haven't got there! And they weren't going to kill me, I had it under control... kind of." You mumbled the last part.

Chin exhales deeply. "You're lucky Kono called us in time and not having been far from your location."

You hesitated, realizing he was correct. You were a bit foolish to go on your now not-so-secret rescue mission into enemy territory without the proper support and guns. But they had to realize that you were growing impatient and that every second and minute that passed without getting any closer to saving Steve meant losing him to you bit by bit, something you couldn't have. You knew they wanted him back as much as you did, but with your worst fears overwhelming you, you made the impulsive choice to get McGarrett, leaving yourself exposed.

"Look, I know you want to protect all of us and do everything you can to help us when we're in trouble, but you need to understand that you can't do it all on your own. Sometimes you simply have to accept that some things aren't meant to be done alone; you need people, a team, and a family, and that's what we're here for. Second, you can't blame yourself for something beyond your control. You can't shield everyone from danger as much as you want because it can and will happen, either way. It will be difficult, but you have to accept it." He explains tenderly, looking at you with gentle eyes.

You trail your eyes up at him. "I know... I'm sorry, Chin..."

"Thank you for being there for me when I needed it."

He softly smiles. "Of course, you know I love you, right?"

"I know, I love you too." You nod returning the smile.

"Ohana mau loa." [Hawaiian Translation: Family forever]

"Ohana mau loa." You whispered as Chin pulled your foreheads together.

You stay together for a few more seconds until Chin separates. "Well, I hope you're ready for when you enter your apartment."

"Why would I need to be prepared?" Your brow furrows.

"Oh, you don't know? You'll see what I mean." He says this with a sly smile as he gets out of the car and walks up to your side.

He swings open your door and puts his arm under your armpits, hoisting you out of the car. "I can walk up to my door, thank you very much."

"Oh really?" He raises his brows. "Okay, fine, try taking another step without me."

He lets you go, and you try to regain your balance while hobbling with your sprained left ankle and clutching your aching side. You take another stride, certain that you can walk on your own, only to stumble and nearly fall, but quickly recover stability by gripping Chin's car.

From behind you, you could feel his smug grin. And when you slowly turn to face him, you scowl at the mocking expression on his face.

"Say it." His obnoxious smirk never faltered.

You continue to glare at him. "I need your help to get to the door..."

His smile widens. "What's the magic word?"

"What are you, five?" You squint at him.

"Actually, thirty-four. Twelve years older than you, so show some respect and say it." He replies.

You snort. "Old man. But a brain of a child."

"Oh, so you want me to leave you here. Fine by me." He takes a step back to the driver's seat.

"No-! Wait!" You briefly grumble under your breath. "Can you please take me up to my door?"

"Now was that so hard?" He then approaches you, throwing your arm across his shoulders.

"Shut up."

Despite Chin's persistence to assist you to your apartment door, you did your best to lessen the weight and carry your own instead.

"You realize that the whole point of me helping you is to relieve you of the burden of doing all of the work yourself. Yet, you keep at it. He calls you out.

You drew your lips into a line. "I know... It's a habit, you know I'm not used to this."

"Yeah, but why don't you try to break that habit, like I said, you have people who care about you for a reason." He reminds you.

You nod. "I'll try."

Fortunately, your apartment building had elevators, so getting you to the third floor wasn't too problematic. Chin leads you two down the balcony, passing several of your neighbors' doors, to your front door.

You and Chin both notice the lights still on from the windows as you reach your apartment entrance. "Why are they still up? It's half past eleven."

Chin chuckles. "You're really asking that?"

You scrunch your brows. "Yes? Is that wrong?"

"Oh, dear Y/N, you have so much to learn, you're so oblivious." He laughs.

You grimace at his taunts. "What are you talking about? No, I'm not. And what are you doing?"

You interrupt Chin as he has his fist raised against the door. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to knock on the door."

"I have the key."

"You're not going to walk in by yourself, also it's better this way." He says.

"What do you mean 'better this way'? You don't have to bother them, Chin."

"Trust me, Y/N. They'd want to come to the front door for this." His mischievous smile returns.

You narrow your eyes. "I don't like this."

He ignores you and proceeds to noisily bang on your front door, making you cringe. "Did you have to knock that loud? They're hybrids, they have heightened hearing."

"You never know." He sings songs cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes.

And within just two minutes the door opens, revealing a particularly happy bear-hybrid.

"Hey, what time is it? It's pretty late, isn't Y/N supposed to be home now?" Jimin peeks into the living room where Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung sat on the long couch.

Jimin pouted as all three of the hybrids shrugged in response to their mate's question. He then enters the kitchen, where the three oldest were, Jin and Hoseok busy cleaning dishes, and Yoongi is seated at the island dining table, where all eight plates full of food were becoming colder by the minute, concentrating on his cell phone doing knows what.

"Does anyone realize how late it is now? Y/N isn't home yet." If you were there, you could have heard the pout in Jimin's words.

Upon hearing the maned wolf hybrid's voice, the three oldest turn their heads. "It is kind of late, it's already eleven-thirty."

"And the food is cold." Yoongi says, almost monotonously.

Jimin whines. "I miss her already. She should be home now, what if something happened to her? She did mention she had an important case today."

Hoseok's ears flatten; the wolverine hybrid was terrified of being hurt, or worse, having anyone close to him hurt. Being trapped in the fighting ring for so many years had its toll on him; he was never really a fighter in the first place, but rather a lover, as the saying goes.

"D-don't say that. I-I'm sure Y/N's okay. She was most likely caught up with paperwork at their office." He reassures Jimin, but if he were being truly honest, he mostly just meant to comfort himself more as the idea of it scares him.

"I'm sorry Hobi-hyung, you're probably right, I'm just overreacting." Jimin's face softens.

"Would you guys feel better if we called her?" Jin proposed, and Hoseok and Jimin nodded in agreement.

Jin shifts his gaze to Yoongi, who is still clutching his phone, almost as if he's talking to him telepathically to make the call. But before Yoongi could place his finger on your contact, a loud knock echoed throughout the apartment, alerting all seven hybrids.

Their ears twitch at the sudden sound, and all three of them hurry out of the kitchen to the living room, where Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung were still sitting, albeit with puzzled expressions.

"Is that Y/N at the door? Doesn't she usually have the keys?" Jungkook questions.

"Yeah, she does. Taehyung, could you open the door?" Namjoon responds, and Taehyung rises from the couch and walks up to the front door.

His nose twitches slightly as he picks up your faint scent, confirming that you're behind the door. He then grips the knob, with his boxy smile across his face, swinging the door open.

But the moment he sets his gaze on you, his smile fades almost instantly. It takes him a brief second, but he notices your bruised face and slouched posture against your male colleague. And, although he could detect your scent, he could also sense the overpowering scent of the man who was so so close to you. He tries to suppress the urge to growl in his throat, making a silent decision to scent you later on.

"Hey, Tae." You croaked, flashing a lopsided smile.

"Y/N..." He stutters at your appearance.

"May we come in?" Chin stares between you two.

Taehyung snaps out of his daze and walks aside. "Y-yes, of course."

Chin assists you in entering your apartment, as Taehyung watches you limping against the older man. A joyful voice greets you as soon as you come into view of the last six hybrids in the living room. "Y/N! I was beginning to worry that you—"

The cheerfulness vanished as soon as they laid eyes on you, causing him to frown along with the others; this doesn't go missed by you. "Hey, guys..."

"Y/N, what happened?" Jimin approaches you with worried eyes.

You beam him the smile that they all adore, unknowingly leaving a blooming feeling in all of their hearts. "Nothing wrong, Chimmy, I'm okay."

Chin rolls his eyes at your remark. "And by 'I'm okay,' she means a sprained ankle, fractured ribs, and a minor stab wound in the gut."

You whack Chin's shoulder as their eyes widen at the last words. "They didn't need to know that!"

You return your gaze to your seven roommates. "Ignore him, he's being dramatic."

"Sure I am." He suddenly releases you, causing you to stagger in your stance.

"Well, go on." He smiles, finally realizing what he's doing, which makes you scowl mentally.

You give them a nervous grin as they stare you down, waiting for you to move so they can see how serious your injuries are. You gulped and stood up straight without cupping your painful ribs, you took a tentative step, and as you put your weight down, your legs buckled and almost fell to the floor.

"Y/N!" Namjoon and Jungkook quickly sprang off the couch as they all exclaimed. Jin and Yoongi rushed forward as Jimin and Taehyung followed suit being the closest, extending their hands forward to catch you.

"You're not okay!" Jimin grips your right arm, while Taehyung does the same with the other.

"That's what I've been trying to say. And so did the doctor, you know, the medical professional whose life's work is to treat and diagnose all that is wrong with the human body." Chin snides obviously intended at you.

"Alright, I get it. But believe me when I say I'll be okay; all I need is a good night's sleep and I'll be back at work tomorrow."

"You're insane if you think you'll be able to go back to work like this." Jin scowls.

"But Jinnie..." You nearly whine.

"No, he's right Y/N. You're not going back to work tomorrow; instead, you're staying at home. Taking a week off, as instructed by the doctor." Chin cuts you off.

Your eyes widened. "A week?! But what about work?!"

He chuckles. "As for work, you'll be doing file reorganization. I'll drop over the materials tomorrow morning."

"You're going to make me do paperwork. Are you serious?" You stare at him in disbelief.

"Yes, I am. Steve's words, not mine. Which you will hear an earful from him, I should warn you." He responded.

You groan. "I know, I'm dreading it."

He puts up his hands in surrender. "You asked for it when you infiltrated enemy territory alone and severely outnumbered."

"WHAT?!" You winced at their reaction as they all shrieked out once again. "Chin, seriously, leave."

"Okay, okay I'm leaving. But you're staying at home, L/N, that's an order." Once Chin used your last name, the deal was sealed; there was no more room for debate.

You huff in defeat. "Yes, Lieutenant Kelly."

"Good." He next turns his attention to your seven housemates. "Make certain she doesn't do anything dumb and leaves the house."

Everyone curtly nods. "Don't worry, she's not going anywhere anytime soon."

"I'll take my leave then, see you tomorrow Y/N." As he leaves your apartment, you gave him a wave in return.

When the door closes, silence fills the air as you wait for the seven hybrids to speak. But, to your surprise, Jimin scoops you up and carries you bridal-style, making you squeal. "Jimin!"

"Taehyung prepare a bath for her. Make sure it's warm." Jimin orders the bear hybrid, who nods and walks ahead of the pair of you.

"Jimin, you don't need to carry me, put me down."

"No."

You pout. "Jiminnnn—"

"You heard Chin, Y/N- how could you say you're okay when you're seriously injured! You even have a stab wound!" He scolds you.

"Well- he said it's minor!"

"Doesn't make it any better." He scrutinizes you.

"Once you're finished with your bath, you have a lot of explaining to do, Missy." You heard Jin behind you two as Jimin enters your room.

You carefully exited your warm bath and drained the soap-filled water when you finished your bath. You notice the folded clean clothing on your sink counter and smile at how thoughtful the boys are about your well-being. You leave the bathroom and enter your room, where you are welcomed by Taehyung, who appeared to be waiting for you just outside your bathroom door.

"Taehy-" You squeak once again as Taehyung sweeps you up and carries you bridal-style, just as Jimin had done previously.

"You almost missed dinner." Taehyung says as he carries you out of your room and into the living room.

"If I'm supposed to have dinner, why are we heading to the living room?" You asked.

"So we can watch you and cuddle you." He responds, making you snort and smile.

"Oh, something amusing to you?" He arches his brow.

With a smirk still on your lips, you shook your head. "It's just the way you said, it was a little funny."

"I'm funny to you?"

"No, you're cute when you try to be mad at me." You stifle another chuckle.

He scoffs. "Glad you find it amusing." Well, you were right. Even if he tried, he could never be upset at you. After all, you were his mate, and even if you didn't even know it, his animal part and human counterpart won't allow any negative feelings about you to fester for long.

He eventually places you on the couch, between Jin and Yoongi, while the others gather on the floor, around the coffee and the seven plates of food.

"Now that you're here, you need to tell us what happened. But first, you need to eat; you almost missed dinner since you came home late." Jin demands, holding a plate and a fork.

You nod, and as you reach for a dish on the coffee table, your hand is swatted away, and you turn to look at the person who slapped your hand, Jin. "What?"

"I'm feeding you."

"Jinnie, I think I can feed myself. I'm injured but my arms and hands are still functional." You laugh.

"Your ribs are fractured, and you were stabbed. You should limit movement that can affect those areas." Jin said. "I know you hate feeling dependant, but please allow us to help you, Y/N."

Your eyes were drawn to his puppy-like eyes as he awaited your approval. You pause for a bit before sighing softly and nodding. "Okay, just for you guys."

He grins with his lips, displaying his adorable bread cheeks, which makes everyone else smile. He then picks up several pieces of your food and begins feeding them to you. "Now, explain Missy."

So you proceeded to tell how you received an anonymous message detailing Steve's location with the order to come alone. And, even though you knew it was most likely a trap, you weren't about to disregard what may be a lead to rescuing your boss. But you also weren't stupid, so you let Kono come along but remain hidden and strictly listened to your word. When you finally breached the location, you anticipated being surrounded, but you weren't prepared for the number of men that would face you.

Seriously, a dozen men for a lone girl? Do they really think you're that much of a threat? It was a precarious situation, but you had to admit that it stroked your ego a little to be regarded as so dangerous that you needed so many people against you. And from there, it was obvious how the story unfolded, which led to you being hurt to the point of unconsciousness and returning home late with the help of Chin.

When you finished telling the incident, the room became quiet for what seemed like hours as the seven of them processed the information until a raspy voice pierced the void. "Ya, are you crazy?"

You jerked your head, finding Yoongi staring at you, and you responded with a guilty smile. "Maybe?"

"Who are they anyway?" Asked Namjoon.

You sigh. "I don't know, that's what we've been trying to figure out the entire time but we got nothing. The only reasonable conclusion we have been able to come to so far is that they are the same people we dealt with in the Nakama and Sulgi case, which led us to Korea."

"But it wouldn't make sense for them to come all this way for that." You stated.

"What if they're the same ones that are looking for us?" Jungkook questions.

You shook your head. "No, I highly doubt that. If it were true, they would have come long ago. I don't think those people even know you've left the country."

You then notice the mix of doubtful and concerned expressions on their faces. "Hey- Hey, guys, it's okay. You guys are safe. They're not after you. It's me they want, I was the one who killed a lot of their men, anyway."

"They just want revenge."

"And that's exactly what we're worried about." Jin glanced at you with the same worried doe-eyes as Jimin had when you came in earlier.

"Oh, Jinnie, you don't have to be worried about me—" You attempt to reassure him.

"But that's the thing, we care about you, so much Y/N. We will be worried for you, I mean, just look at you!" Taehyung exasperates. "You can hardly walk, and it's obvious that you were nearly beaten to death!"

"But I wasn't! I'm not dead, I'm still here!" You yelled back, but the minute you realized you raised your voice at them, you felt regretful. You knew they only wanted you to be safe; being a cop and dealing with serious crimes on a regular basis isn't exactly the safest job. There will be occasions when you are confronted with the most gruesome scenes, pushed into life-threatening situations, or forced to make difficult decisions that will affect not only you but everyone else involved.

Despite Jin's protests, you rose from the couch and approached Taehyung. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell."

"I know you were all terrified when you saw me walk through the door. But I promise you that I'm not leaving anytime soon." You tenderly cup his face, staring at him with the most sparkling, purest eyes he's ever seen, making it impossible for him to break away.

You both locked gazes until he drew you into him, and wrapped his arms around you. "You better not. I don't- I mean, we don't know what we would do without you."

You chuckle in his chest. "Don't say that, you guys will still have each other."

"But it will never be the same without you." Hoseok says, making you to release Taehyung from the hug which causes him to whine.

"Y/N, c-can we see?" Jimin sweetly asks, catching your attention, and you nod in reply.

"Come back to the couch, first. I don't want you standing for too long." Jin orders, and you giggle at his attitude. "Yes, Jinnie."

You return to the couch, but before you can sit down, you're dragged by your elbow into the lap of a certain snow leopard hybrid. You yelp, as you land on Yoongi's lap, eliciting a low growl from Jin. "Ya! Be careful with her, she's hurt, for god sake."

"You smell." Yoongi says flatly, making blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment.

"But I just had a bath." You muttered as Yoongi's cheek rubbed against your head.

"He's not talking about that. It just- you were... How should I put this...?" Taehyung struggles to explain.

"You reek of that man from earlier." Yoongi states, monotonously once again.

"O-oh... Does it make you feel better if you scented me?" You queried bewildered.

"Yes, but seems like Yoongi is already doing it." Jin answers while glaring at the snow leopard, who ignores him. "Is it alright with you?"

"Of course, whatever makes you guys feel better." You confirm, then you suddenly hear purring from behind you.

"Okay, that's enough—sorry, Yoongi goes a little too far at times." Jin apologized, and you shook your head. "No need to apologize; it's perfectly fine with me. You don't have to stop if you don't want to Yoongs."

"I actually like it, and the purring is relaxing." And with that, you've inadvertently caused another major spark in their hearts. Unbeknownst to you, they've mentally decided to scent you as much as possible now that they've been given the green light.

"So, can we..." Jungkook spoke out, drawing your focus away from Yoongi's actions. "O-oh, yeah. Just don't freak out, okay?"

"Well, we can try, but we can't guarantee anything." Jimin replies.

You mumbled an 'okay,' then began lifting the hems of your shirt, revealing your horribly bruised abdomen with a small size gauze pasted your epigastric area. You can see their breath hitch as it comes into full view for them, and you can feel Yoongi's grip on you tighten slightly.

"Jesus, Y/N... This is- this is bad." Namjoon whispers. "Is that where your stab wound is?"

You nod, and their frowns deepen even further. "That's too close to your artery."

"Well, their aiming sucks." You made a joke, but their lack of smiles caused you to pout. "Too soon?"

Jin leans forward. "Can I see it?" Without saying anything, you start to peel away the medical tape, slowly exposing the blood-red slender wound, the one that was far too close to your heart. Upon seeing it, you hear several low growls.

Then Jungkook advances toward you and takes your hands. "We'll find out who did this, Y/N, and they'll be sorry." They hurt you, and they hurt you real bad. If it had been an inch higher, it could have pierced your heart, and then what?  You would have died.

And that thought infuriates them, enrages them even, but they try hard to conceal such emotions in front of you. Nobody ever hurts their mate and gets away with it. It hasn't been a long time, but you've become such an important person in their lives that they aren't going to let you go for a while.

"Thank you, Kook, unfortunately, we won't be catching them anytime soon, but I'll give you first dibs when we do." You give him a cheeky smile.

"From this night on, you will be resting. We'll take care of you for the next seven days." Namjoon asserts. "No ifs and buts, okay?"

You huff and cross your arms like a child, which they find endearing. "Okay."