How Do You Pick Up The Threads Of An Old Life? How Do You Go On, When In Your Heart You Begin To Understand

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.

When We Were Young

Chapter 1

Description: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasn’t part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, you’ve been doing that since the start.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, maybe a curse word or two.

Word Count: 2,271

A/N: Super nervous about this one. As always, this is strictly for fun as I know nothing about the personal life of Chris Evans. This series takes place in 2018.

*Italics are internal thoughts*

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This is it. This…is…it. Okay, deep breath. Plaster on that smile.

“We’re almost there,” you sing-songed.

“Mom…” your daughter Ellie groaned.

Turning your head to the side, your co-pilot was currently nose deep in a book.

Better than her phone.

She’s a great kid and you really couldn’t complain. At fifteen you were pulling away from your parents as were most of your friends. It had been the two of you for so long that you were closer than ever. She didn’t keep secrets from you and you didn’t keep any from her. That had been your deal for years.

“I’m hoping we beat the moving truck there. Would hate to pay them to sit around,” you said eyeing the clock on the dash.

“It’s a moving truck and you don’t exactly have a light foot,” she replied, tucking in a bookmark and setting her book on her lap.

“What are you implying Ellington?” Smirk ever-present in your voice.

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Daryl.

Been awhile since Ive drawn my modern Arthur.

I've gotta tell you your username is freaking awesome. Made me smile. :)

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Master of Puppets [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]

*WARNING. SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4, VOLUME 2 AHEAD*

(gif by @zen-coleman)

Summary: You follow Eddie into the Upside Down after he cuts the sheet rope in an attempt to save you and Dustin from the swarm of demobats.

TW/CW: Language, angst (resolved by the end!) descriptions of wounds, fluffy as fuck!

A/N: I sincerely hope this helps someone. Anyone. Writing it helped me immensely to cope with the ending of season 4 and I can't wait to write more. I'm not happy with the way Eddie's story ended in ST, so fix it fics it is! On that note, if you are struggling, please don't hesitate to reach out to me. We can rant, ramble, or cry together. Be kind to yourself during this time ♡

"Eddie, please! Stop. Stop. Stop! Eddie!" Dustin screamed, clutching a knot from the recently cut sheet in his hands, his eyes glued to the roof of Eddie's trailer.

"Eddie! What the fuck are you doing?!" You yell, pushing Dustin out of the way as you gaze up into the ripped ceiling, watching your boyfriend grab for his make-shift shield and spear.

"I'm buying more time," he said with sad eyes, silently pleading with you to forgive him for what he was about to do.

"Eddie, no! I swear to God- Fuck!" You yell, frantically searching for something to hoist yourself up into the gate.

"Here!" Dustin cried, pulling over a chair as you help him drag the stained mattress on top of it.

Dustin went to run but you cut him off, taking several lunges across the open floor before throwing yourself into the air with help of the springy surface, clutching the sides of the gate as you struggled to pull yourself up.

You felt Dustin under you, pushing you up by your ankles until you were able to pull yourself through, flipping upside down so that you fell onto your back, knocking the wind out of you in the process. You weren't the most graceful person, but that didn't matter right now.

Dustin fell through soon after, just missing you by a few inches as he yelled out in pain, landing wrong on his ankle.

"You okay?" He panicked as he helped pull you to your feet, limping as he hurried with you through the abandoned trailer.

"I'm fine, just hurry!" You cried, grabbing a spear and flying out of the screen door. You saw a swarm of demobats swooping down into the road and hopped on your bike, Dustin following closely behind as you sped toward the group of rabid winged creatures that were flying after your boyfriend.

"Come and get me, you sonsa' bitches!"

You heard Eddie's war cry piercing the sky, the sound of demobat screeching amplified as your chest tightened, no doubt a result of your anxiety and the way you were pedaling your legs faster than they could go.

"NO!" You screamed as you watched one dive down, knocking Eddie off of his bike as he rolled across the gravel.

You slid your bike to a halt, throwing it down as you ran toward him, bracing yourself against your spiked trash can lid as you forced your way through the wall of vicious demons that was circling the fallen metal head.

You swung your spear and shield, slashing and knocking them away as much as you could, crying out as you took several nips and bites to your arms and legs. Eddie was littered with them as you watch a singular tentacle wrap around his throat.

"Dustin!" You yelled, alerting him to Eddie's compromised state as he slid through the bats to his knees, trying his best to free his best friend from the strangling grip.

Suddenly, the bats slowed, then stilled, falling to the ground like dead flies.

You had no time to wonder about the strange occurrence, throwing your weapons to the side as you flew over to Eddie, helping Dustin unravel the choking grasp of the dead bat that had him.

He gasped, sputtering blood as you lifted his head into your arms, Dustin helping you support him so he could breathe better.

"What's wrong with you, man?!" Dustin cried, tears falling down his dirty little face as he started to apply pressure to Eddie's bleeding wounds.

"I didn't run away this time, right?" Eddie managed to stutter around his labored breathing, clutching your arms as you held him.

"Why would you do this, Eddie? Steve told you not to be a hero," You asked, shaking your head as your eyes frantically searched his torn, bloody flesh, panic rising by the second.

"Since when do I listen to Harrington, princess?" He asked, managing a struggled laugh as you dropped your face to your chest, crying even harder.

"Don't do that. Don't you fucking be cute with me right now," you scolded as your tears rolled down your face and neck.

Dustin stood quickly, still nursing his hurt ankle as he started screaming and waving his arms.

You looked over your shoulder to see Steve, Nancy and Robin running toward you as Dustin cried out, "Help! Help us! Hurry!"

"Hey, hey, stay with me," you said sweetly as you looked back down to Eddie's tired face. "You're gonna be okay, baby, but you gotta stay awake," you said quickly, hands shaking as you wiped Eddie's sweaty forehead with your sleeve.

"I just need a minute," he said softly as his eyes started to flutter closed.

"No, no! Eddie, you have to stay with me. Wake up!" You said loudly, lightly tapping his cheek with your fingers to keep him focused.

"Eddie, ya gotta listen to her, man. Stay up, gotta help us help you, alright?" Steve said firmly as he rushed to your side, taking Eddie's torso from your lap as Robin and Nancy helped you lift his legs.

"Fuck Phase 3," Nancy said softly as she looked over Eddie's bloody clothes.

You quickly made your way back into the trailer, letting Dustin and Nancy into the gate first so they could help you and the others transfer Eddie as carefully as possible, given the threats that gravity posed against his already poor condition.

You worked fast, like a real team as you loaded him into the back of the caravan.

Steve turned around from the driver's seat, giving you a nod and one last once-over to Eddie before he pulled off, racing toward Hopper's cabin.

Eddie was slouched against your chest as you continually trickled water down his neck to keep him alert. Robin was trying to clean up his legs as Nancy supervised from the passenger seat, making sure his eyes stayed open.

"My necklace... M-my pick..." Eddie mumbled sleepily, as you craned your neck to look down at him.

"-Is in my pocket, baby," you said, rubbing soothing strokes through his matted hair. He sighed, squeezing his eyes closed with relief.

"You're the best," he whimpered.

"Hey! Eyes open, Munson," Nancy snapped, clapping her hands so that everyone flinched, even Steve.

"Yes, Captain Wheeler," Eddie said with a sleepy smirk as he lifted his heavy arm to salute her.

It was the kind of comedic relief you all needed as small chuckles and smiles filled the gloomy caravan, only the kind that Eddie himself could deliver at a time like this.

He moved a bit in your lap, causing you to tense as you tried to help him get comfortable again. "What's wrong, are you hurting?" You asked with panic in your voice as he groaned lightly, shifting his shoulders so he was looking up at you from your lap.

"Just need to see you," he said with a lazy smile, his eyes heavy and tired. "You know, you're really cute when you're mad."

You inhaled a long breath, shaking your head with a half-smile. He was right, because you were pissed. But you couldn't let yourself feel it, not when he was dancing with death in the back of a moving house. Not when he was practically bleeding out in your lap. Not when he was giving you the sweetest, sorriest puppy-dog eyes you'd ever seen.

You leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips as he sighed against your mouth, grinning softly as you sat back up to observe him.

"I'm already feeling better, do it again," he smiled goofily, causing you to giggle for the first time in days.

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"Alright, lovebirds, ya think you can separate long enough for me to try and fix this man up?" Murray asked sarcastically as he shooed you away with his hands, a hefty first aid kit tucked under his arm.

You gave Eddie a knowing glance as you rubbed your thumb across his cheek a final time, moving to supervise so that Murray could settle in next to him as he laid across Hopper's bed.

"Let's see here... Yowza, that looks like it hurts. They made quite the dinner out of you, didn't they, kid?" Murray asked as he focused his eyes over the brim of his glasses, cleaning Eddie's wounds with antiseptic of some sort.

Eddie hissed, clenching his jaw as his body began to jerk from the stinging pain.

You quickly made your way to the other side of the bed, ignoring Murray's annoyed glance that softened considerably when he watched Eddie relax instantly against your leg.

"Yeah, alright," Murray mumbled, knowing you were helping more than anything. "Almost done here - Manson, is it?" Murray asked as he looked down his nose at the stitches he was sticking through Eddie's forearm.

"Munson," you snapped with irritation, glancing down at Eddie who just chuckled with an amused grin. The man could literally be dying and still be the happiest nerd in the room.

"And... there. You really need to get the rest of yourself cleaned up, but those sutures oughta hold for a few days... Long enough to let the wounds begin to close," Murray said as he tucked his stuff away. "Joyce is gonna bring back some antibiotics, but try and get a shower and some rest in the mean time. Got it?" He asked.

"Thanks, man," Eddie said as he took Murray's outreached hand, sitting up gingerly as you helped support his back.

"Don't mention it," he said flatly, glancing over to you. "Help him in the tub, alright? But no funny business. Don't bust my stitches," Murray warned, giving you both a stern, wide-eyed look.

"What about head?" Eddie deadpanned, causing you to snort as Murray glared at him with a dropped jaw. "I'm kidding, doc. Jeez, lighten up," he laughed, holding his side as it was still sore from the movement.

Murray let out a rough exhale, leaving the room and letting you be alone with Eddie for the first time since you'd left to complete Phase 3.

You were quiet for a moment as you watched him take slow, calculated breaths as he seemed to be in a lot of pain. He sniffed, blinking away the look as he turned to you and tried to smile. You could tell he was trying his very best not to show you his pain.

"You don't have to hide from me," you said softly as his big eyes roamed your face. He sighed, letting his well-adjusted face falter momentarily as he winced.

"Hurts like a bitch," he admitted, shifting his weight to the side so he could lift his arm to stroke the side of your face. You leaned into his palm, feeling the tears prick at your eyes as the overwhelm began to set in.

"Why did you do that, Eddie?" You asked as you sniffled, not being able to hold back your questions, or tears, any longer.

"Same reason you came in after me, if I had to guess, princess..." he said with a small smirk, stroking your cheek.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you kissed his warm palm, reveling in the feeling. "You shouldn't have done that. You're an idiot for trying to sacrifice yourself like some... some..."

"Like some hero?" Eddie chuckled, quoting Steve as you glanced up at him with a worried expression. "And for you, well... I'd do it again."

You sighed, knowing he was just as stubborn and headstrong as you were. Maybe even more so at times.

"Come on, prince of darkness... Let's get you cleaned up," you said with a smile, nodding toward the bathroom as Eddie's eyes lit up playfully.

"You gonna give me a sponge bath, pretty nurse?" He asked with a bright smile, causing you to laugh and roll your eyes.

"Yes, but you heard Murray... Hands to yourself, Mr. Munson."

"This cabin is a frickin' prison!" Eddie joked dramatically as you shook your head, carefully helping him stand and make it into the bathroom.

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End of Part 1.

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