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It’s not that Eddie’s unaccustomed to late night callers, exactly - his uncle’s antisocial night hours at the plant are pretty good for business, actually. But usually late night means, like, a little after ten. Or midnight. Or maybe one am, on a weekend. Not ten past four in the goddamn morning. “I couldn’t sleep,” Steve Harrington says, by way of a greeting, standing on Eddie’s porch like a kicked puppy. “I can see that.” It’s a decently coherent answer, with his brain still tucked into bed ten feet away. “Can you sell me something that’ll help?” --- Or, the three times Steve goes to Eddie's trailer looking for something to take the edge off, and the one time Eddie finds out why Steve looks so haunted.

Original art by @findthebraincell

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming Series: Part 4 of Plant Times with Wangxian Summary:

Lan Zhan repots Wei Ying's impulse buy.

a (hopefully soothing) podfic addition to plant times with wangxian.

Summary: “You asked Captain America to move in with you,” Pepper says, pressing her fingers to her temple. “What were you thinking?”

“Pep, come on, nazis blew up his apartment,” Tony says. “Have a heart.“ [Podfic Version]

Eddie sat on the steps of the porch on his and Wayne’s new trailer, arms propped on his knees with a cigarette pinched between two fingers, largely forgotten. The trailer park and the forest surrounding it were silent, something that was rare and usually welcome, but it just made Eddie itch...

podfic of would you find me in the stars?, by @steves-strapcollection

“Wanna go for a swim?” Eddie asks, like he’s reading his mind. Or maybe Eddie’s just as familiar with the urge to get away from his own thoughts once in a while.

Steve scoffs. “You bring a swimsuit?”

“No,” Eddie says dryly, “but you have something on under those jeans, right?”

podfic of Drowning In You, by @legitcookie and @sidekick-hero

So the last few days have been… not great. That’s an understatement if ever Eddie’s made one, but truth be told he can’t think too hard about anything that’s happened since he met Chrissy in the woods without coming close to tears. So. Not great it is. There’s been an unexpected highlight, if you could call it that. One pinprick of light in the nightmare that his life has become. Finding out what the fuck has been up with Steve Harrington.

Eddie’s really not expecting Steve when he shows up on his porch that first week in July. Almost tells him he’s five months early, but all jokes die on his tongue as he takes in the latest set of injuries Steve’s sporting. It’s brutal. Far worse than either time before, something Eddie hadn’t thought possible. His poor face; painted with mottled purple bruises, shot through with scabby lacerations. The careful way he shuffles across the threshold to hide what looks to Eddie like a broken rib. Maybe ribs. One eye is swollen shut. Not like when Billy beat him. More like if Billy had beaten him, and beaten him, and kept beating him some more. Eddie wants to be sick; lifts a hand to his face in fear and horror. “I’m fine,” Steve says, answering the question he hadn’t been asked. His hair falls flat, flicking out by his ears in a way that can’t be intentional. “It looks worse than it is. I’m just, well. It’s tradition at this point.” --- Or, the three times Steve goes to Eddie's trailer looking for something to take the edge off, and the one time Eddie finds out why Steve looks so haunted.