#monster hunter Robin Buckley

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Just gonna drop this and run <33

The Righteous Hand of God || Wild West Ronance Drabble || 1003 words

(inspired by Hell’s Coming With Me by Poor Man’s Poison)

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Red eyes. A flash of fangs.

The tang of blood in the air.

A dead man, with Robin’s fangs sunk into his throat.

These were the images that flashed through Nancy’s mind as she sat at the bar, blue eyes focused on Robin Buckley’s rhythmically swaying form. The outlaw had her head thrown back with laughter, boots stomping as she and the rest of the patrons of the saloon danced. The band was playing some jaunty tune.

Nancy scowled at the sight. She scowled even deeper at the way her chest panged with desperate want to join Buckley on the floor. Her grip on her now empty glass tightened, a soft crack only her ears could hear the only warning that it would soon break.

She couldn’t watch this any longer.

Nancy stood and smoothed her skirt, leaving the bar behind. Her footsteps were light as she made her way upstairs, through the upper floor to the balcony that overlooked town.

It was quieter up here, and she could get a breath of fresh air. She could still hear the muffled music below, the tap of boot heels and click of spurs. The wind whistled like a warning. The sky was scarred crimson—the sun was setting. Crimson.

Blood.

Fangs.

Red eyes.

Robin Buckley, the outlaw. Robin Buckley, the vampire. Robin Buckley, the monster. Robin Buckley, Barb’s killer.

Nancy’s sensitive ears picked up another sound—footsteps that followed her own. The scent of honey and sweat and leather—maybe a little whiskey—confirmed the person’s identity. Robin’s calloused hand rested on Nancy’s shoulder, and she tensed.

“Nance? What’s wrong, darlin’,” the outlaw asked, her voice a deep rumble that Nancy could feel in her chest.

“Don’t call me that,” Nancy muttered. Her heart couldn’t take it.

“What?” Robin questioned, voice thick with hurt. Her hand withdrew, hovering uncertainly.

“You’re not who you say you are,” Nancy murmured, surprised at the steadiness of her voice. She didn’t feel steady. She felt ready to keel over.

“What do you mean?” Robin asked. She placed her hand on Nancy’s cheek instead, and Nancy allowed her to turn her head, blue eyes matching soft stormy gray.

Nancy’s expression hardened into something fierce and angry, while Robin’s softened, concerned, fond almost. Nancy shoved her hand away.

“I saw you,” she began, one hand on Robin’s chest while the girl stared at her in wonder and fear and confusion. Like she was a god. Like she was something to worship.

The background noise faded to nothing. Nancy focused on Robin.

“You killed that man.”

Robin’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Nance, it’s not what you think—“

“All this talk about monsters, and you’ve been hiding that?” Nancy seethed, no longer in control of her anger. She shoved Nancy back, something cold and angry settling in her stomach. “You’re just like me. You should look in the fucking mirror for once, Buckley,” she continued, shoving Robin back again.

Robin didn’t protest. Her face fell, pained—but that fucking wonder stayed. The girl dropped to her knees like a prayer, one hand gripping Nancy’s skirt.

“I haven’t hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it,” Robin murmured. She sounded genuine. She believed her words. “He was a criminal—a violent one.”

Nancy didn’t know when she pulled the weapon, but she held the pistol now in her shaking hand. She met Robin’s gaze evenly. Blue turned to gold—a blazing desert fire, the setting sun on judgement day. Robin’s own flashed red, unreadable, uncertain—but pleading. Desperate.

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. You killed an innocent,” Nancy whispered. She touched the barrel of the gun to Robin’s chin, wondering if the metal was cold on the outlaw’s suntanned and freckled skin as she lifted Robin’s face. It was a cold weight in her hand. “And I’m going to bring you to justice.”

She held her breath a moment, trying to steady herself. The name stung as she spoke it, dragged from her lips. “Barbara Holland.”

Robin’s eyes widened in recognition.

“It wasn’t me, Nance,” Robin, staring pleadingly up. She gulped, but she didn’t move away. She didn’t even try to fight. Nancy could hear her steady, calm heartbeat. She should have been angry. Maybe she was, but for the wrong reasons. Robin should be scared. Nancy should have already pulled the goddamned trigger.

Nancy’s hand was shaking violently, and she couldn’t tell if it was from fear or anger. Her throat tightened painfully.

“Then who was it?” she managed, voice dripping with venom.

Robin choked—a sob maybe? Panic? Nancy couldn’t tell. It frustrated her. “I can’t say,” Robin whispered. Nancy got the sense that if her gun wasn’t holding Robin’s face up, the outlaw would have looked away. It only fueled Nancy’s fury.

“What was it you called me?” Nancy scoffed, a bitter note, eyes watering with the words. Her heart ached. Her rage burned. “The righteous hand of God?”

Robin raised one hand, a gesture almost reverent. She gripped Nancy’s wrist with unbearable gentleness, stilling Nancy’s trembling and guiding the barrel downward. Stormy gray eyes never left seething gold as the gun pressed to Robin’s chest. Nancy’s grip went white knuckled.

This was it.

She knew this was coming, didn’t she? This was her life’s purpose for years. She had spent years traveling, learning of Robin’s whereabouts. She was always going to hunt down Barb’s killer. Hunt down Robin Buckley.

Fangs. Blood. Red eyes.

Fangs. Blood. Gold.

Robin’s eyes became Nancy’s mirror. She searched those gray depths for any trace of a beast. Any hint of violence. All she could find was warmth and care and a hint of fear—and a deep, drowning sadness that threatened to drag Nancy under.

She saw her own face reflected back. Blazing gold eyes and face twisted into ugly fury. She had seen this before, hadn’t she? Reflected in a different set of eyes. The memory hit her like a gunshot.

Barbara Holland.

Robin didn’t kill Barbara.

Nancy knew who had. She remembered now.

She knew what she had to do.

A bang echoed through the saloon.

[trashpocket]

sketch spread of steve and eddie (ft robin, lucas, max, and one rockstar!eddie) // and the older steve and eddie were based on My Grave is Mine to Dig  steddie <3

[asexual-fandom-queen]

the thing about Poly Monster Hunters (aka whatever nonspecefied version of the eddie/steve/jonathan/nancy/robin polycule you’re down for) is that they are all technically switches but they’re also all so desperate for their turn as the sub to get lazy susaned back around to them and that’s so sexy

[renegade-diamonds]

oh, sorry! lmao fair. the monster hunter au is the one where Robin is friends with Steve, Jonathan and Nancy but they kinda 'abandon' her and she's targeted by Vecna while they're away; they come back but the friendship is basically over now and Robin starts investigating stuff on her own... the omegaverse au is that one where ronance is married and they have a baby together, and Nancy goes on a trip for her work and ends up sleeping with another woman and Robin kinda finds out while going through her luggage. (sorry if this is rushed/confusing, just wanted to focus on the main points so you could maybe differentiate which aus i'm talking about lol)

Oh yeah, I got you.

Monster Hunter AU - Prior to Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, and the rest of the Party leaving, Robin has some pretty bad fights with Nancy and Steve.

Hopper tells them Robin won't be safe if they stay friends with her now (his first wife and child were killed by revenge-seeking werewolves in this AU), so they're forced to cut ties pretty dramatically in order to prevent Robin from trying to track them down. Things get ugly. It's known that Robin has somewhat of a fledging crush on Nancy by this point (although Nancy doesn't acknowledge it because comphet's got her and she doesn't want to lose Robin if things get awkward). Steve and Nancy are still exes, but the breakup was a lot more mutual. Steve knows Robin likes Nancy- he was the first one she came out to, so Robin's heartbroken when she finds out they're 'dating' again (it's fake- fake, fake, fake).

Nancy has to say some ugly things in order to make it believable, and she barely can bring herself to do it. Robin leaves that night in tears, comes back the next day to try and make things right, only to find out Nancy (and Mike) went and moved to some secret boarding school for the next year and a half.

Robin falls into the monster-hunting business after her mother is killed protecting her. She learns from Eddie (who's uncle is a retired hunter), and they track down the werewolf that killed her mother. That is Robin's first official kill. She becomes known as 'The Ghost' in the Hunter world, because no one knows who she is and she got training outside of traditional means.

When Steve and Nancy return with the others, they have no idea just how much Robin's been through in their absence. They thought she was safe. It breaks their hearts when they find out the truth, and it takes a long time for the older teens to work out their complicated friendships. Robin isn't very forgiving of them at first- she hates them. But she wants to stop Vecna, and she works with them to make that so. Along the way, they start to open up to each other again.

Angsty Infidelity ABO AU

So, this one's going to be a bit shorter since I haven't thought too much about it compared to the others, and it's getting a bit late lmfao.

BUT I WILL DELIVER!

Amazingly, Robin doesn't immediately demand a divorce when she discovers the used condom wrapper. She merely directs Nancy to sleep in the guest room and reminds her to check on Hope (their daughter) before going to bed. Then she turns away, pushes Nancy's stuff to the far side of their mattress, and sinks into the plush bedding.

Nancy listens to her instructions without a complaint. She doesn't want to leave without talking, without fixing this. But she doesn't know what to do. She cheated- she betrayed Robin's trust in the worst way possible. Her beautiful precious omega- the mother of her child- and she fucking cheated on her.

The next few days are tense. Robin barely speaks to her. She avoids her. Nancy gives her space; she takes care of Hope, she allows Robin all the time she needs to process, to decide what she wants done.

Finally, after a week, Robin informs her that she wants to go to marriage counseling- that she wants to hear the full story about what happened. She wants the truth, and if Nancy doesn't meet her conditions then their relationship will never go back to normal.

Nancy can't believe she's not divorcing her- she thanks God that Robin's not leaving- that she's getting a second chance.

But then she asks why- "Why would you stay with me?"

Robin looks at her with such sad eyes, with such hurt and anger in her gaze. She's never looked at Nancy like that- she's never made her feel so small.

Robin explains that she's been out of work for nearly a year now. She's dependent on Nancy's income- they have a child that's not even a year old together. She can't divorce her; she still loves Nancy, but in all frankness, she's merely stuck with her at the moment. Robin wants to make things work- she wants to know what she did wrong, why she wasn't good enough for Nancy to stay loyal.

Nothing's ever broken Nancy's heart quite like hearing those words. She rushes to explain- to tell Robin that she's the weak one, not her. She betrayed Robin, she let her down. She wasn't the alpha Robin needed, and this was the result of it.

In the end, they agree to counseling- they agree to trying to fix things. Nancy knows she has a problem now- she knows she needs help. She'll do whatever she can to save her family, but the journey to forgiveness is long, and Nancy has a lot of work to do if Robin's ever going to truly forgive her.

[snowangeldotmp3]

on my hands and knees for rival monster hunter ronance

zoey i have a few pieces of this au for u!!

first, some rivals (still working on this part kshgkg)

Nancy grabs Robin by the jaw, brings her down to Nancy’s level. Firm, slender fingers keeping her in place. Robin’s mouth runs dry. “Don’t ever get in my way again,” she says through gritted teeth. “Understand?”

then, some friends....perhaps more....

“I’m not jealous!” “Never said you were, Wheeler,” Robin says, grinning. Nancy’s face reddens, and Robin’s enjoying every second of this. “Besides, we both know that you’re the better shot anyway. Annie has nothing on you.” Robin’s magic thrums again, electricity humming just under her fingertips, and she has the strangest urge to reach out and— “Hey, lovebirds!” Max shouts from across the saloon. “You might wanna come see this.” “We’re not—” “Don’t,” Robin sighs. “You’ll only encourage her.”

and, bonus! steve and robin:

Robin turns around, clutching the vials close to her chest. “No, I can't just magic it away. It doesn't work like that. There are rules, and this is supposed to be a back-up plan anyway,” she says, motioning toward the cauldron. “Plan 'A' is to use Wheeler's special shotgun.” “Special shotgun?” Robin shrugs. “It's charmed or enchanted or some shit. She won't let me experiment on it to see what it's actually made of, or what the charm is. She's very protective over it.” Steve hums, snaps his fingers. “Oh, like you and that book you always carry.” "For the last time, Steven. It is a grimoire. I have to have it in order to do this,“ she motions to all the vials and the smoking cauldron in front of her. ”it's not just a book.“ ”Whatever,“ he says, grabbing his hat and boots, slipping them on before he slips out the door. ”I've got to go meet Claudia for Dustin's lessons. Says he needs to do more than just experiment on her garden all day. Actually, I might send him here if he keeps that up. He could be a great apprentice.“

[johnnydoodss]

[scrabble-scribbles]

Kinktober Day 18

not tons of actual smut because im low key burning out also im tired and have college so here ya go were robin and hunter nancy

prompt: knife kink

pairing: robin buckley x nancy wheeler

fandom: stranger things

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Tonight hadn’t been the first time Nancy had noticed it. It, being Robin’s tendency to stare at the blade on her desk whenever they were together. It was almost like the silver had some magnetic pull, drawing the werewolf’s attention whenever she was close.

“Do you like my knife?” She asked, speaking right into Robin’s ear. The werewolf shuddered at her words, head knocking back into the wall. Nancy chuckled, relaxing her grip on Robin’s hip. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Robin’s eyes were fully blown out when she leaned back, the faintest hint of gold flashing over her eyes. Her mouth was cracked open, almost like she was in shock.

“Robbie?” She asked, playing with a strand of Robin’s hair. 

The werewolf shook herself. “Uh, yeah,” she mumbled, an adorable blush coloring her cheeks. 

Emboldened by her admission, Nancy buried a hand in Robin’s hair, tugging sharply.

“Yes what?” She asked, voice sickeningly sweet. “Use your words, Robin.”

“Fuck, Nancy, yes,” she breathed out, hands settling on Nancy’s hips to ground herself. “Yes, I like your knife.”

She smiled sweetly at the blushing werewolf, then let go of her hair. 

“Next time, just say so,” she said, picking up the sheathed blade, pulling the knife free of the leather. 

Robin’s eyes were glued to the metal, eyes flashing gold. 

Rumors about silver, many made by clueless lore hunting humans, claimed that a single touch to a werewolf’s skin would burn. Competent hunters like Nancy knew otherwise. Silver didn’t burn, it just weakened wolf skin, made it easier to cut and pierce. 

But Robin? Robin knew the knife wouldn’t hurt her, Nancy was too good at her job to slip up. She didn’t have anything to be scared about, not from Nancy. The knife though?

The silver knife just made her want.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Nancy whispered. She knew where this was headed, but she never wanted to hurt Robin. Not again.

The wolf in question swallowed harshly, then nodded. 

“I will,” she said. Her eyes darted down to Nancy’s, before returning to the blade.

Nancy stepped back into Robin’s space, the taller woman still pressed against the wall of the room. She took a handful of Robin’s hair, jerked her head back. 

Robin’s gasp was choked off when she felt the cool metal press against her throat. Her instincts were screaming danger, cold fear washing down her spine. A low growl rumbled in her chest, teeth sharpening into points. The reaction was instinctive, her eyes flashing gold yet again.

“Robbie,” Nancy said, yanking her hair again. The growl quickly turned into a whine. “I know you aren’t growling at me over something you asked for.”

“Sorry,” she forced out.

Nancy’s smile turned dangerous, making Robin’s knees go weak. She released her grip on Robin’s hair, keeping the blade pressed to her skin. 

“Strip,” she ordered, and Robin obeyed. She unbuttoned her shirt, sliding it off her body. Her pants followed soon after, leaving her in her sports bra and boxers. Each movement had been slow, calculated, each one made with the constant reminder of the knife.

“Underwear too.” Robin’s eyes darted down to the knife, then back up to Nancy, who just smiled.

“You heard me, Robbie,” she said. “Underwear too.”

She swallowed, and slowly pulled her bra over her head. Nancy’s hand moved with her, keeping the knife on her skin. 

Once Robin was completely naked, Nancy leaned in and kissed her, hand anchored on the back of her neck. The kiss was hot and filthy, Nancy’s teeth nipping at her lower lip and her fingernails digging into her neck.

Their bodies were pressed together, Robin’s naked skin against Nancy’s clothed body. Despite the intensity of the kiss, Robin was constantly aware of the blade on her throat. 

“Go lie down,” Nancy whispered against her lips, taking the knife away for a second. “Now.”

The werewolf obeyed instantly, watching as Nancy took her own clothes off, lean muscle and scarred skin revealed with each piece of fabric dropped off her body. The dim light coming from the window made her glow.

She stepped onto the bed, straddling Robin’s hips. The knife was still in her hand.

“Still ok?” Nancy asked, and Robin nodded.

“Fuck yes,” she said. “Keep going.”

Nancy leaned down to kiss her, soft and sweet, at the same time, pressed a thigh in between Robin’s leg.

She was soaked.

Robin’s hips bucked up, grinding her core against Nancy’s thigh. She whined low in her throat, already desperate. 

“Keep going, Robbie,” Nancy said, and then the knife was on her again, the tip pressed to her ribcage, pricking her skin.

Robin obeyed, because what else could she do? Her hips moved faster, and she grabbed Nancy’s shoulders to anchor herself, orgasm creeping up on her embarrassingly fast. 

The hand not holding the knife slipped down Robin’s body, and Nancy’s fingers tweaked her clit.

The gasp that tore from Robin’s throat was near-feral, her eyes almost completely golden now.

“Nance-“ she gasped out, and the hunter responded by moving the blade, back to Robin’s throat. Robin whined, bucking upwards. “Nancy, please!”

The hunter’s fingers pressed hard against her clit, dug the knife a little deeper into her throat, and she came.

Her orgasm washed over her, stronger than a tidal wave, making her toes curl and body shake. It left her floating on cloud nine, so blissed out she could barely feel or think.

Her eyes fluttered shut at the touch to her cheek, a sleepy grumble coming from her chest. 

Nancy smiled down at the werewolf, rubbing a thumb over her cheek as she came back down. Robin just grumbled and wrapped arms around her, pulling Nancy down to cuddle her.

“Cuddle time?” Nancy teased, tapping Robin on the nose. The werewolf’s nose crinkled, and Nancy smoothed it away with a kiss.

“Was really good,” Robin mumbled, burying her face in Nancy’s shoulder. “Really good.”

Nancy chuckled, wrapping her own arms around Robin.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, kissing her werewolf’s forehead. 

[lavenderstobins]

robin and nancy have a short-lived fling before they go off to college. the thing is— it’s too fresh for both of them. robin wakes up screaming for steve and triggers nancy’s own panic. nancy can’t bear to lose someone else she loves so has moments of turning cold. they leave for college, and gradually they lose contact.

nancy goes to boston, to emerson, follows her dreams of journalism. she goes alone. she tries to lose herself in college parties, and it doesn’t work at first, but it gets easier and easier with time. she finds herself feeling happy again for the first time in years. she feels safe. 

robin goes to california, to stanford. steve moves with her, and eddie with him, so the three of them get an apartment together. despite robin juggling a double-major and a part time job, she can finally breathe again. 

a couple of years later, long since they’ve both graduated, robin and nancy bump into each other again. they’ve changed a lot: nancy’s hair is short, cut to her chin, no longer permed, and she has several tattoos on her arms. robin’s hair is longer, tied up in a loose bun, and she’s more tanned than nancy remembers. nancy isn’t a journalist, to robin’s surprise. no, nancy found her joy in creative writing instead, at mike’s recommendation. she’s working on a young adult series about a group of teenager— part time mystery solvers, part time monster hunters.

“like scooby doo,” robin jokes, and nancy hides a smile. 

“like us,” she says, and then pauses. “are we— were we mystery inc?” 

“oh, you were absolutely velma,” robin says. “if velma had guns, anyway.” 

“velma should’ve been given a gun,” nancy agrees, and this time she grins.

nancy finds out that robin’s an english teacher, now. she still lives with steve and eddie, although they have a house together now, no longer a small apartment. they have a cat, and a garden, and they’re all happy there. happier than they ever thought they could be.

it’s been years since they left hawkins, since they stopped talking, but they fall easily back into conversation. like they never left. they exchange numbers and promise to keep in touch. this time, they stick to it. this time, they fall for each other, slowly but surely. they’re not the traumatised teenagers they used to be. they’ve lived, and they’ve grown, and they’ve found themselves. 

nancy wheeler kisses robin buckley for the first time in years in the rain, outside her own apartment, when they’re both soaked to the bone and shivering. then she kisses her again in her hallway, and again on the stairs, and again in her bedroom. she remembers the parts she’s missed, and learns the parts that are new. they do this again, and again, and again. 

when robin wakes up screaming, nancy holds her, murmuring soft assurances. when nancy freezes up, robin takes her hand and squeezes it, grounding her. 

for a second time, nancy wheeler and robin buckley fall in love. 

this time, it works out for them.

[findafight]

Saw a prompt on the kinkmeme of the kids all being werewolves DESPERATELY trying to get human Steve to realize he's part of their pack and like. Listen. Okay. Listen

Steve has fought monsters from alternate dimensions. He has accepted Shit's Crazy in Hawkins. But he also needs someone to hold his hand and be very clear about instructions and other social things. So when they kids casually mention being werewolves he assumes it's part of their little dragon rpg game. No one can really fault him on this!! Alternate dimensions and superpowered children are on a different level than magical creatures!!

Hawkins is like, a safehaven for supernatural folks. Werewolves especially, with chief Hopper around. (The Party is a pack that's young, but has strong bonds) There's some vamps, though they mostly feed off energy (god knows the Munson boy does with his dramatics and penchant for getting into parties to deal) witches, of course, also like Hawkins and have good rapport with the locals in the know. (Mr. Sinclair is well known for his soothing muscle creams, household blessings, and the occasional curse.) Fae also are known to wander the streets.

All this to say, Robin is a selkie. One time in highschool Steve picked up her coat that had fallen off the back of her chair and handed it to her. The other humanish folks in the room went dead silent and stared because WHAT THE HELL Robin Buckley is soulmates with Steve Harrington??? But it's quickly forgotten and marked as a fluke. It keeps happening tho. At scoops he helps her get her coat on when it's raining and she's going through the five stages of grief because how is her soulmate a boy?!? THIS boy in particular?!?

And then she realizes, on a grody mall bathroom floor, that yeah, Steve's her soulmate. She tells Steve a few weeks after starcourt and he's like ".......what." so she drags him to his pool and puts her pelt on, transforming into a cute seal in front of him and he's like ".......WHAT!" because eshes a seal but her smile is the same and he proceeds to pat her belly and worry that the chlorine isn't good for her and that they should go to lover's lake so she can get a good swim in.

He still doesn't realize the kids are werewolves until Dustin begs Robin to just tell Steve, he'll believe her he's ALREADY believed her!! They need their human!!!

And she goes "uhg. Fine. But one of you'll have to transform for him he's more of a visual and tactile learner"

Dustin goes mistyeyed "ohhhhh I bet he gives the BEST belly rubs and ear scratches..."

Robin is SO SMUG because Steve absolutely gives the best belly rubs and seals are just dogs of the ocean.

So eventually Steve gets In The Know of all supernatural, non-upsidedown, happenings in Hawkins.

And then he turns nineteen.

His parents, both in town at the same time and on his Birthday no less, sit him down to tell him about the Family Legacy.

Harringtons, after all, are notorious Monster Hunters.

[munson-blurbs]

That blurb about Eddie hating his scars just gave me the biggest feels…. Could you maybe write about taking care of Eddie after he’s back from the upside down? Fluff-ganza and a little bit of angst helping with his wounds and nightmares … ah 🥹 love your blooooog ❤️

Warnings: language, blood, mentions of surgical procedures

WC: 2.6k

A/N: This was more fluff than angst, but I hope you like it! Please leave feedback <3

@princesseddie86 here is the fluff piece I promised you!

“Stay with me, Eddie, please,” you beg as you follow the gurney down the hospital corridor. You watch him take shallow breaths, hair matted to his face with blood.

He groans softly, unintelligible sounds leaving his lips. He’s shivering from the blood loss. You’re not even sure if he’s aware that you’re here, but you keep talking to him.

“You’re gonna be okay. You’re at the hospital; the doctors will take good care of you,” you promise, though you’re unsure what can be done.

The nurses surrounding him are listing different codes. It’s like a foreign language to you, but it might be better if you can’t understand it. They might be saying things you don’t want to hear.

The whole situation was so bizarre. You’d been friends with Robin Buckley since grade school; you were one of the few people she’d come out to. You thought it was crazy enough when she told you she was now friends with Steve Harrington, but what really sealed the deal was when she’d told you about an otherworldly realm dubbed the Upside Down. Oh, and now a demon-type entity named Vecna was brutally mutilating and killing random Hawkins teenagers, and maybe, pretty please, could you help them fight him?

Before joining their brigade of monster hunters, you hadn’t had much contact with Eddie Munson. For starters, you took honors classes, while he struggled to pass his introductory courses. You’d been privy to his many cafeteria table speeches, but never paid too much attention to them. You didn’t think he was a freak or running some satanic cult like many of your classmates assumed, but you didn’t really have anything to do with a slacker metalhead like Eddie.

Of course, that was before you actually got to know him. Before you saw the way he took care of the freshmen who idolized him, his passion for anything related to music, how he read dog-eared fantasy paperbacks until he had them memorized. Before you realized how much you cared for him.

You watch the doctors whisk him to the ICU, and it dawns on you that you might not ever get the chance to tell him.

~

Eddie’s uncle Wayne meets you at the hospital after Steve and Robin find him at the trailer park and fill him in on what happened. Well, sort of--it was too much to get into the whole “Upside Down” business, especially when his nephew’s life hung in limbo--so that would have to be a conversation for another day. 

You’re waiting in the waiting room, chewing on your fingernails, when he walks in solemnly. His hands are shoved in his pockets, and though he’s stoic now, his tear-stained cheeks reveal that he’s been crying. Your gaze meets his, and he comes over to sit with you.

“You Y/N?” he asks, and you nod numbly. “I’m, uh, Wayne, Eddie’s uncle.”

You try to offer a smile, though the effort makes it feel more like a grimace. “Eddie’s told me a lot about you.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“Of course. He told me all about how you raised him after his dad went to prison and his mom...” you trail off. Even the thought of death--anyone’s death--is too hard to think about right now.

Wayne nods. “Was the least I could do. My brother--Eddie’s old man--he and I were raised by our drunk of a dad. And that really messed with my brother. Messed with me, too, but maybe I missed some of it because I was younger.

“He started drinking, too; starting drinking too much, too fast, too young. Makin’ bad decisions, just like our dad. And after he got taken away, I couldn’t let Eddie fall into that same trap.” He pulls out a cigarette and looks at you. “Mind if I smoke?”

“No, that’s fine,” you reply softly, and he lights it. “Actually, could I bum one?”

Wayne gives you a knowing look. “’S not a good habit, y’know?”

“I don’t normally...only when I’m stressed.” You take a cigarette from him and lean in so he can light it.

“Don’t tell Eddie,” he whispers. “He won’t like me poisoning his girlfriend’s lungs.”

You choke, and it’s not from smoke inhalation. “We’re, um...I’m not his girlfriend,” you mumble. But I wish I was, you want to say.

Wayne lets out a small chuckle, then takes another drag from his cigarette. “Well, if you say so.”

You want to ask him to elaborate when a nurse enters the waiting room. “Wayne Munson?” Wayne stands up quickly, motioning for you to join him. “Your nephew is out of surgery. You can see him now.”

“Okay,” he replies, “his girlfriend’s gonna come with me, if that’s all right?”

The nurse nods. “Of course.”

You don’t even bother to correct him this time.

~

The hospital doesn’t have any of Eddie’s favorite books; no copies of Lord of the Rings anywhere in the place. You settle for an old tattered copy of The Catcher in the Rye and read aloud to the sleeping boy next to you.

He still hasn’t woken up from the anesthesia, but you’re still relieved to see how calm he looks, his breaths even instead of ragged. They cleaned him up a bit so there’s no traces of dried blood on his face. He looks more like himself.

You’re still reading when you notice him stir ever so slightly, making your heart leap.

“E-Eddie?” you whisper, placing a hand over his, careful of his IV. “Eddie, can you hear me?”

He groans softly and promptly falls back to sleep. The nurses warned you that he might go in and out, that it was normal, but you just wanted him awake.

Wayne comes back in the room, holding a paper cup of water. He hands it to you and you accept it gratefully.

“Any news?” he asks.

“He just kinda...moved a little bit? And made a tiny noise. But that was it,” you report, disappointment written all over your face.

Wayne puts a hand on your shoulder. “I know it’s useless tellin’ y’this, but you don’t have to stay. I can call you from the payphone when he’s up.”

“I want to be here when he wakes up. Unless I’m in your way, and I can leave.” It hadn’t dawned on you that Wayne might want to be alone with Eddie, but the man just shakes his head.

“No, no. The company helps,” he reassures you. “Jus’ figured you need some rest.”

“I’m okay for now.” Okay is too strong a word; really, you’re barely surviving, but you can’t manage to go home. You turn your attention back to the book, clear your throat, and continue reading.

~

“Hello?”

The voice is quiet and gravelly, barely audible over the sounds of machines beeping and Wayne’s light snoring, but you hear it. You hear Eddie.

“Hi, sleepyhead.” You get up from the chair where you were half-sleeping and crouch by his bedside. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” he mutters. “What happened?”

You knit your brows, unable to hide your concern. “Do you...do you remember what happened? With the bats?”

He tries a laugh but ends up coughing, holding his torso in pain. “Fuck. Yeah, I remember those motherfuckers. Just not...after.”

“Well,” you start, “after you decided to be a hero, Dustin and I grabbed you and brought you back to Hawkins. You were so pale and shaky and...” Tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to be brave for you.”

But Eddie’s not even listening to that part. “You and Henderson came back for me?” he asks incredulously.

You nod. “Of course. You know he worships the ground you walk on.”

“And you?”

Because I care about you. Because even though we’ve only been friends for a few days, I feel complete with you. Because now that I know you, really know you, I can’t live in a world without Eddie Munson.

“Because you’re my friend, Eddie,” you manage, swallowing down all of the other things you actually wanted to say. You look over at Wayne, who is still sleeping. “C’mon, let’s tell your uncle that you’re awake.”

~

Eddie is discharged from the hospital after three days. He has to use a cane to get around until he’s fully healed, which he complains makes him look elderly, but you reassure him that it looks totally metal.

You help Wayne get him into the trailer and onto the sofa, where he sits back with a grunt.

“Okay, I think my work here is done!” you announce and turn to Wayne. “Could I use your phone? Steve can pick me up.” You’d driven to and from the hospital in Wayne’s car, which meant either calling Steve for a ride or walking home.

“You’re leaving?” Eddie asks from his spot on the couch. Maybe you’re imagining it, but does he look...disappointed at the prospect of you going?

You laugh. “Taking care of you for three days straight wasn’t enough for you?” 

“No, I think I need you here full-time,” he says, pushing out his lower lip into a pout. “Y’know, bring me my meds, change my dressings, give me a sponge bath...”

That last comment earns him a thwap on the back of the head from his uncle. “Behave,” Wayne warns.

You roll your eyes, heading for the phone. “I have to go home and rest. Maybe see my parents, let them know I’m alive.” There’s more truth than sarcasm in that statement now with Hawkins seemingly crumbling around you. And you are exhausted.

“Okay,” he concedes, looking at you with his brown doe eyes, “can you come back tomorrow? Wayne can’t take any more days off from work.”

“I think I can manage that.” You call Steve, who was on his way back from volunteering at the school-turned-crisis-shelter, so it only took him five minutes to get to the trailer park. As you walk to his car, closing the door behind you, you hear Wayne’s gruff voice.

“Boy, if you don’t take that girl on a date once you’re healed up...”

~

Two weeks later, your phone rings just before 8 AM on a Sunday.

“Hello?” you croak groggily, stifling a yawn.

“Y/N!” Eddie’s voice booms through the receiver, jolting you awake.

“Eddie? Is everything okay?” You sit up so fast that dots form in front of your eyes, and you put a hand on the bed to steady yourself. You’ve been going to his trailer nearly every day, bringing him his homework and often staying to help him with it. The boy was determined to graduate this year, come hell or high water. 

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he says, like he’s just realized how early it is, “but can you come over now? I wanna show you something.”

You stretch and feel your back crack. “Sure. Let me just get dressed and I can be there in, like, half an hour?”

“Perfect.” You can sense his delight over the phone. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Just come in when you get here.”

“Sounds good.” You run a comb through your hair and throw it up in a loose bun. Pulling on some light wash jeans, you rummage through your dresser to find a shirt. You weigh your options carefully and laugh at yourself. This isn’t a fashion show, you’re just going to see Eddie. Why do you care about what you look like? 

You know why, you think, but push it away as you throw on an oversized navy blue shirt and finish the rest of your morning routine.

~

You gently push open the trailer door and see Eddie laying on the couch, reading The Catcher in the Rye.

“Hi,” he breathes, then holds up the book. “Someone never got to finish reading this to me, so I had Henderson check it out from the library.”

“You never read it in your ten years of high school?” you tease gently, placing your jacket on the chair near the door.

“Hey, it’s only six!” he protests. “And no. Probably was s’posed to, though.”

“Is that what you wanted to show me?”

“Nah,” he grins. “Watch this.”

Your eyes stay locked on him as he pushes himself up slowly, grimacing as he uses the arm of the sofa for balance. His cane is leaned up against it, but he doesn’t reach for it; instead, he takes careful, methodical steps without any mobility aid.

You feel a smile spreading across your face, though it’s a bit dampened with concern. Should he be walking by himself? you wonder, but allow him his moment. He’s so proud, so determined.

He gets to you and takes your hand gingerly. “Ta-da!”

You want to fling your arms around his neck and pull him in for the tightest hug of his life, but you’re not about to re-injure him, so you squeeze his hand instead.

“Look at you! You’ll be back to torturing the rest of Hellfire in no time!” You go to drop his hand, but he doesn’t let go. You think maybe he just needs to hold on for stability, but then he takes his other hand and wraps you in a hug.

“It’s all thanks to you,” he murmurs. 

“I think the doctors and nurses who stitched you back together deserve some credit,” you remind him, but you feel your cheeks burning.

You feel him shake his head. “I’m not talking about the medical stuff. I’m talking about the...trying again stuff.”

“Trying again?” you look up at him quizzically. 

Eddie sighs and leads you back to the couch. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I kept trying to walk a little more each day so I could meet you at the door to hug you.”

Your heart surges. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

It’s his turn to blush. “That’s me, y’know, the murderous satanic cult leader with a heart of gold.”

“What a coincidence,” you laugh, “that’s just my type.”

He lets out a small chuckle and takes your hand again. “Wanna know what my next goal is?” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “I’m gonna work up the strength to take you out on a date. If, uh, if that’s okay with you.” 

“If that’s okay with...Eddie, of course that’s okay with me. It’s more than okay!” You rest your free hand on his knee. “But there’s no rush. We can hang out here and watch movies until you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere.”

And then something comes over him, a feeling that he ordinarily would’ve dismissed, but now he leans into it. He cups your chin and brings your lips to his, kissing you softly. Your body is tingling as you move your hand from his knee to his bicep, mindful of his healing wounds. 

A fleeting thought crosses your mind, leading you to break the kiss earlier than you wanted. He misinterprets this and apologizes quickly.

“Sorry, should’ve waited until we actually went on a date...” he sputters, playing with his rings.

“No, Eddie. I just...” you sigh deeply. “I’m worried that you only think you like me because I’ve been taking care of you. And then once you’re better, you’ll realize that...”

His jaw drops slightly in disbelief. “Y/N, I’ve been thinkin’ about you since Robin introduced us. And then when I realized that you’re cute and caring...” he trails off. “kinda fell for ya.”

“Oh,” you’re taken aback by his honest confession and allow yourself to fall back into his warm embrace. “Well, in that case...” you smile as you kiss him.

His shoulders relax and he holds you as close as he can.

“I’m never letting you go,” he promises, and you vow that you’ll never let him go, either.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Thinking about Wild West Ronance again

If I make this ANOTHER werewolf au, that is MY business—

Robin is a famed outlaw. She’s a horse rustler, bank robber, etc. She’s mostly only done nonviolent crimes—but she was framed and run out of town for a murder she didn’t commit (Barbara Holland, mayhaps?). She has a reputation of a serial heartbreaker, but let’s be real, she doesn’t really realize it.

Nancy Wheeler grew up a prim and proper country girl with every intention of being a school teacher—until her childhood best friend was murdered in cold blood. She vowed to hunt down the outlaw that did it and spent the last few years as a bounty hunter. She stays masked and no one knows it’s sweet Nancy Wheeler—instead they know the bounty hunter by a different name (yet to be decided).

Toying with the idea of the monster hunter/monster twist, but I’ve changed my mind from werewolf Robin—consider werewolf Nancy. Using her lycanthropy to track outlaws down 👀Robin being a monster hunter? Catching on immediately and suddenly they both want to kiss kill each other?

Nancy has sort of been hunting Robin specifically for years. She’s kept track—she has a whole journal—or every sighting and every crime. Only once she sees a poster in a saloon does she realize Robin is nearby—and Nancy has her change at revenge.

Only, Robin knows already the bounty hunter in town. And it doesn’t take long before she connects the dots about Nancy’s lycanthropy. Maybe they meet at the same saloon—Robin’s really bold about it. She knows she’s wanted, but no one is brave enough to make a move. Nancy sidles up to her, orders a drink, and says she knows who Robin is.

Robin, being a little shit, takes Nancy’s hand in her own—which are clad in silver rings—this cocky grin on her face as she kisses the back of Nancy’s hand and asks her to dance. Nancy is careful to hide the pain, but when Robin pulls away, she sees the burns and knows exactly what Nancy is.

Then they end up being forced to work together when a Bigger Badder problem arrives

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Holy Shit She’s in Love

Dustin’s sister moves back to town, and Robin may be falling for the new badass.

Robin Buckley x reader

Everyone was a bit surprised when they showed up to collect Dustin and found an older girl answering the door. Steve had made a comment about his mom finally getting him a real babysitter, to which you had raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

When they asked Dustin who you were, all he had to say was “That’s Y/N.”

It wasn’t until later, when the group was stopping by Eddie’s trailer, that they realized exactly who you were.

“Henderson! You get your ass back here!” The voice echoed throughout the trailer park, none other than Billy Hargrove, but as the group glanced at Dustin to ask what he’d done, they saw you bolting around a corner with a cackle on your lips as the other boy chased after you.

“Bite me, Hargrove!” You were sprinting, a wad of clothing under your arm. Every time you’d come to visit, you went out of your way to fuck with this kid after your brother told you about the way he acted to his friends.

Dustin just shook his head as Billy came into view in nothing but underwear and shoes, “If my sister hadn’t spent so much time living with our dad in gang territory, I would worry that she’s gonna get herself killed sometimes.”

Eddie smirked, “Henderson, when were you gonna tell us you were related to a babe?”

Dustin glared, “You shut it, Munson.”

The rest of them exploded after that.

But no one noticed the way Robin stared after you.

You’d never thought your little brother would want you to join his rag tag group of monster hunters, figuring he’d want to keep his friends and his older sister separate, but then he practically begged you. You were surprised he wanted much to do with you at all, since most of your contact had been letters and once a week phone calls until you finally got kicked out of the last school in the district for fighting and your dad sent you to live with Dustin and your former step mom. But you had always hoped. Even going as far as delving into Dungeons and Dragons when he started talking about it, leveling up your own character through sporadic campaigns in case he ever wanted you to join.

Now here you were, sitting in Steve Harrington’s living room. You had one elbow on the knee you kept propped up, your foot digging into the couch cushion you sat on with the other on the floor, screwdriver twisting and tweezers moving components as you fixed Dustin’s walkie talkie. Steve wandered over at some point, leaning against the arm of the couch and saying something that you weren’t really focusing on until you heard Dustin groan, “Steve, can you not hit on my sister?”

You blinked, glancing over at the boy and raising an eyebrow when he looked embarrassed before looking back at your brother, “Is that what Harrington’s doing? I thought you said girls couldn’t resist his charm? Is that what that was supposed to be?”

Steve groaned about bullying him and something about a you suck column while Eddie started laughing so hard he had to double over before he smirked at you, “Why, princess? You got a different type?”

You heard Dustin snort, and you glanced at him again. A silent communication took place, reaffirming the two rules you had about Dustin sharing the information on the tip of his tongue. Rule one, be somewhere private. You supposed his friend’s living room sufficed. Rule two, trust the individuals with your life. When he nodded, you gave him one in return, and he called out, “Munson, she has a very specific type that neither of you happen to fit. Believe me, you are barking up the very wrong tree.”

“Oh yeah? And pray tell, what is it?” Eddie was clearly enjoying this.

You smirked right back at him, “Breasts, Munson. My type is breasts.” You heard a choke and looked over to see Robin staring wide eyed as she clutched her pop can, so you shot her a wink. “By the way, Munson, don’t call me princess. If this were a kingdom, I’d be the knight, and you’d be the jester.” Eddie just grinned, making a comment about how they already had a king just to make Steve groan some more about being bullied.

Steve was used to the kids talking over Robin if they didn’t deem her rambling as important. He would usually try to get them to stop, and if he couldn’t then he would ask her to tell him more about when he took her home.

So when everyone was scattered around his living room for movie night, and she was going on about something she’d read in one of her books but Dustin kept talking over her, he was ready to tell his favorite child to quiet down.

But as he opened his mouth, your voice cut in where you sat on the floor in front of Robin’s seat on the couch, “Dusty, I swear to fucking Vecna, if you talk over Robin one more time I’m going to tell everyone here about every embarrassing secret you have from before they met you.”

“Ha! Nice try, I don’t have any.”

“Really? So they know that mom had to buy rubber sheets for you all the way until-“

“Okay! Okay! Sorry!” Dustin grumbled, crossing his arms as he sank further into his seat.

But you turned to smile up at Robin, “Go ahead, babe. You were saying something the arms race?”

Steve didn’t miss the way Robin’s face flushed as she smiled and stuttered her way through continuing.

The monster hunting wasn’t as exaggerated as you had originally thought, though you weren’t surprised since you’d dealt with your own mysteries where you lived before moving back. But you found enjoyment in the fact that none of them let it change the personalities Dustin has told you about. Steve was still a mother hen, Eddie was still chaotic, Robin still rambled when she was nervous, and Dustin and the other kids still remembered that they were, in fact, just kids.

What bothered you was that all of them could face those dangers and put on a brave face. But you came home one day to find Dustin and Lucas trying to console a clearly upset Max. Dustin caught you looking, mumbling something to Lucas before stumbling his way across the living room to meet you in the kitchen. “It’s- Well, Y/N- I don’t know how to-“

“Just spit it out, Dusty.”

“It’s Billy.”

“Hargrove? Oh mother fucker, what did he do?”

“He’s her half brother.” Dustin explained quietly, “He doesn’t like her much. And doesn’t like her hanging out with us even more.”

With narrowed eyes you marched over to the teenage girl quietly sniffling on your couch, “Did he lay a hand on you?” Max didn’t answer, but the look she gave you told you all you needed to know. “Dustin, you remember what we used to do when dad was on a bender?”

“You don’t mean- no, Y/N- Chase and Ambush?”

“Chase and Ambush.”

“How-“

You held up a hand, moving to your bag and fishing out a worn piece of leather. “Remember when I stole his clothes? Snagged his wallet. He’s been trying to get it back for weeks now.”

You had two other rules in your life that you told the older teens about within days of meeting them. Rules you live by. Don’t lay hands on someone unless you want hands laid on you back. And never lay hands on a child.

Billy broke both by what he did to Max, and by thinking you’d let it slide.

You didn’t feel right letting Dustin and Lucas be the bait, but Dustin was adamant about it. So here you stood, in front of Hawkins High, waiting for Billy to inevitably show up to the Hellfire Club to torment his sister some more.

Absentmindedly, you twirled the baseball bat in your hands, not noticing Steve and Robin coming up behind you.

“Who’s about to get their shit rocked?” You blinked as you turned to look at Steve, about to answer when you heard the telltale sign of shouts and squeaking shoes coming down the hall.

“Open the door and stand to the side.” You watched as he listened to you, Lucas and Dustin bolting through the doorway. One…two…three…as soon as the larger boy started to breach the threshold, you swung. Colliding solidly with Billy’s knee. As he went down, you swung again, landing a hard hit into the side of his ribs. “Come on, big man! You have no problem laying into an unarmed little girl, why not take a swing at me?”

“Henderson, you little-“ he swung up from the ground, a wild haymaker that had no chance of contact, and you slammed the butt of the bat into his face.

Blood pouring from his nose, you caught his chin in your hand, “I catch you so much as looking at her the wrong way again, you won’t live to talk about it.”

Off to the side, Robin and Steve stood just in front of the teenage boys, and quietly- almost too quiet to hear over the sound of Billy’s breathing, Robin muttered, “Holy shit, I’m in love.”

It wasn’t until a few days later you came skipping into Family Video, Steve was immediately furrowing his brows because he just saw you destroy a bully with a baseball bat three days ago, you can’t be skipping like you’re a girly girl now. But here you are, swaying on your toes in front of him at the counter, hands held behind your back as you blink at him with innocent eyes. Steve thinks back to the few things he’s learned about you in the months you’ve been back.

He doesn’t trust it.

“What is it, Henderson?”

“I’m here to see about Buckley, Harrington.”

At that, Steve raises an eyebrow, because what could you want with his best friend? “What about her?”

You blew out a huff of air, leaning onto your elbows on the counter, finally relaxing into the girl he’s grown used to seeing, “Come on, man. Just level with me. Do I got a shot? Is she gay or not?”

Steve couldn’t help it, he snorted at the bluntness of the question. “Why are you really here? You’ve been flirting with her, you should know if you have a shot by now.” You glared, but something about the look on your face made Steve laugh harder, “No way- you want my blessing!”

“Well- she’s your best friend!” You defended, “It’s not like I can ask her parents. I don’t know if she’s out.”

“Wow, so you wanna do this by the book, huh?” His eyes were slightly lit up with amusement, and they flicked above your head for just a second, “I’ll help. Meet at my place after I get off at seven.” The bell chimes a second later, “You’re late, Buckley.”

“Bite me, Harrington.”

“We both know you wouldn’t be into that from me.” You glanced back to see her fiddling with her vest, she hadn’t looked up to see you yet, “But Henderson’s sister on the other hand-“

“Ugh, I know! You want me to shut up about her, but how am I supposed to? She’s so-“ You watched her eyes widen as she looked up and saw you.

You crossed your arms, smirk growing on your face, “No, go ahead. I’m so what?”

“Pretty.” Robin breathed out, before shaking her head and stuttering, “I mean- uh, no- not that you aren’t pretty- I mean, uh- oh, fuck-“

You chuckled, patting her shoulder as you walked past, “I’m kidding, babe. See ya later, loser!” You waved at Steve before heading out the door. You heard her muffled screaming at Steve followed by several thumps as she assumably hit his arm for not warning her.

Masterlist

[murdrdocs]

5K/6K CELEBRATION

first of all, thank you for 5k and for 6k, so close together, too! it seriously means a lot. if you read for my blog, i want to also bring attention to other blogs and works that i like, and sometimes draw inspiration from! really work through this list and these blogs, show everyone here love !! xx

ꕥ represents no smut

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: ̗̀➛ caroldantop's i could be your favorite girl

¡! ❞ wanda maximoff, babysitting, infidelity, milf!wanda

: ̗̀➛ talklokitome's the chase

¡! ❞ loki laufeyson, sex pollen, asgardian nature, hunter/prey, jotun heat

: ̗̀➛ endlessreverie's luck be a lady

¡! ❞ loki laufeyson, 1960s, vegas casino, loki is "some guy"

: ̗̀➛ con_fection's violence and intimacy are the only universal languages

¡! ❞ james "bucky" barnes, mean!bucky, so much just read it

: ̗̀➛ bellesque's sweet dreams

¡! ❞ loki laufeyson, incubus, creative sex, legit just read it

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star wars

: ̗̀➛ anon's this is where the fun begins

¡! ❞ anakin skywalker & obi wan kenobi, sharing is caring, voyeur anakin

: ̗̀➛ therealmaxrebo's a practical lesson in patience

¡! ❞ obi wan kebobi, some anakin akywalker, dom!obi wan

: ̗̀➛ laserbrain's exposure.

¡! ❞ anakin skywalker, public sex, possessive anakin

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detroit: become human

: ̗̀➛ precursor's deviant behavior

¡! ❞ connor, changed my entire life, one of my favorite fics of all time

: ̗̀➛ chaos_thirium's in dreams he came

¡! ❞ connor, incubus, monster fucking

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misc

: ̗̀➛ tinybluewitch's nothing's gonna hurt you baby

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, angst, slow burn, smut

: ̗̀➛ lettalady's a turn of the knife

I ¡! ❞ hugh "ransom" drysdale, very autumnal

: ̗̀➛ honeycombstrawberry's you are the only one

¡! ❞ adrian chase, fake/pretend relationship, haven't read yet tbh

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: ̗̀➛ babbushka's poolside

¡! ❞ philip "flip" zimmerman, slightly public sex, protective husband flip

: ̗̀➛ hanasnx's final girl

¡! ❞ anakin skywalker, alternate universe, ghostface!anakin, murder

: ̗̀➛ matchmorphosis' hello, cowgirl

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, inspired me to get cowgirl boots

: ̗̀➛ carmybear's assembly required

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, established relationship, soft!carmy

: ̗̀➛ rassvetsky's carry you away with me

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, needy carmen >

: ̗̀➛ jangofctts's hot venom

¡! ❞ adrian chase, too much to mention, guided my adrian obsession

: ̗̀➛ love-toxin's shadysider sunshine

¡! ❞ tommy slater, one of my all time favorites, shower fucking, normal tommy

: ̗̀➛ keravnous' bathroom b!tch

¡! ❞ tangerine, bathroom sex, semi canon-complicit

nonpoppin's paul atreides works

¡! ❞ inspired me to write a 4k word essay about him

claireunoia's [8:00] mike wheeler

¡! ❞ mike wheeler, literally altered my brain chemistry

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mcu

: ̗̀➛ inklore's spectral tease

¡! ❞ druig, kept me afloat for months

: ̗̀➛ greenorangevioletgrass' only joy, only anguish

¡! ❞ druig, also kept me afloat for months

: ̗̀➛ silkscream's peter parker works

¡! ❞ just read them. all of them

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outer banks

: ̗̀➛ gxtitobxby's dark rafe blurb

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, changed my life, tw for dark!rafe and manipulation

: ̗̀➛ idcntlikedarkness's jj works ꕥ

¡! ❞ fueled my budding jj addiction, made me a jj lover, so srs

: ̗̀➛ folkloreslovechild's sweet nothing ꕥ

¡! ❞ soft!rafe cameron !!!, so so cute, literally my ideal scenario

: ̗̀➛ onsunnyside's innocent reader and jj

¡! ❞ jj maybank, drew inspiration from for 'teaching ethan how to kiss', love love love

: ̗̀➛ storiesbound's halley's comet

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, so super soft rafe, changed my life

: ̗̀➛ bettysupremacy's summer girl

¡! ❞ soft!rafe cameron prevails, channeling this when i go to isle of palms,

: ̗̀➛ forevermoreharrington's i looked at you like the stars that shine

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, love rafe begging for forgiveness,

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stranger things

: ̗̀➛ wtfsteveharrington's tequila & strawberry lip gloss + others

¡! ❞ robin buckley, steve harrington, smut with many feelings

: ̗̀➛ luveline's zombie apocalypse works ꕥ

¡! ❞ steve harrington, alternate universe, so cute

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: ̗̀➛ slxsherr's feeling like i never should

¡! ❞ charlie walker, kirby reed, opened my eyes to charlie

: ̗̀➛ castieltrash's the devil has come home

¡! ❞ charlie walker, needy virg charlie>

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¡! ❞ chad meeks-martin, so chad the characterization is so good

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: ̗̀➛ @forevermoreharrington

: ̗̀➛ @neo-novaa

[starrystevie]

listen, i know we all love vampire hunter steve and kas!eddie but i see that and raise you: werewolf hunter eddie and werewolf!steve. 

eddie grew up hearing stories about the wolves and how his family had hunted them for generations but he never believed it, not really. it was just some story wayne would rattle off to spook him when the rustling in the woods behind the trailer got a little loud and a little too close. 

but then there’s whispers. an abnormal amount of deer end up dead, mauled with their necks snapped. people start claiming they see glowing eyes peering out at them from the treeline. growls that echo into the cold night air and howls that sound out only when the moon is at it’s fullest. 

eddie still thinks it bullshit. that is, until the kids start going missing. 

wayne gets out gear that eddie has never seen and straps him full of silver bullets and teaches him how to shoot something from 50 feet away and holy shit are the wolves really a threat? they aren’t some made up fairy tale to keep a hyperactive boy out of the woods at night? the next thing eddie knows, they’re marking dates off a calendar with a big red sharpie and he has a belt full of bullets wrapped around his waist at all times per wayne’s request. 

it isn’t until one of his own goes missing that it clicks in his head. nancy wheeler of all people shows up at their trailer with bloodshot eyes and a sawed off shotgun asking if ‘the other hunters’ still live there and wayne is pulling her in with an arm around the shoulder. mike is gone, eddie finds out, and any anger he had at the twerp for missing hellfire this week dissipates into pure worry. 

he isn’t a hunter, he doesn’t know where to start, but wayne does. he and nancy go over everything, heads close together as they point over maps of hawkins while eddie bites at his fingernails behind them. they two of them narrow it down to a place over near loch nora, at least that’s all eddie can comprehend. there were a few sightings from trustworthy sources so they pack up the van and head that way. 

“you’re good with all this, nancy?” they don’t know each other, not really. a few classes here or there over the 13 years they’d gone to school together. she hums as a response, counts over the bullets in her lap before shoving a silver blade in alongside her slouchy boots. 

eddie was expecting wolves. he was expecting fur and teeth and beasts twice their size, vicious, snarling. he wasn’t expecting robin buckley and steve harrington in tattered clothes with wild hair and mike fucking wheeler sitting at their sides. wayne doesn’t hesitate, was taught not to, pulls up his gun and points it at steve. “wait!” eddie shouts, pushing his arm down just as steve stands, looking so fucking tired. 

“we just took him for his safety. the others, they tried to-” steve says, hands up in defense. robin’s arm circles around mike’s shoulders as she peers into the dense forest around them. she was scared and steve was tired and oh. 

“it’s not you doing the killings, is it?” eddie asks. steve turns to look at him, his eyes big and bright, eyebrows furrowed as if he’s surprised that eddie pieced it together that fast. steve’s eyes roam over his frame, take in the bullets on his belt and goddamnit does eddie hate the fear that he sees in steve’s eyes. he wants to fix it. “it couldn’t be you two. you’re too... good.”

“eddie,” wayne starts, gun back on steve and nancy has her knife in hand, blade catching the tiniest shimmers of sunlight. “son, they’re monsters.”

and that’s what gets him. eddie looks at these people who he’s known for forever, remember the way his heart would flutter when he’d see steve in the hallway, how he’d always borrow a pencil from robin in english because he’d forget his own. how could they be monsters when he’s known them his whole life?

“i’ll stay with them.” eddie walks over to mike, pats the top of his head and meets steve’s eye again. he nods and gets a tentative one in return. he looks to nancy, sees her fist tighten over the hilt of her dagger before walking over and joining the four of them. 

wayne somehow agrees, tells eddie to look after himself and call if he needs help, if things get too... out of hand. nancy and robin take mike into the rundown cabin they were squatting in and start to settle in for the night. steve and eddie stay outside, a wide berth between them. 

“it’s a full moon tonight,” steve says. his eyes don’t leave eddie’s face but he seems more relaxed than before. “i’m surprised your hunter uncle would let you stay here.” steve kicks at a rock on the ground, the sound of it scattering breaking up the silence between them. “i’m dangerous.”

eddie looks at him. takes in his face, really takes it in and decides that he couldn’t care if steve was dangerous or not. he was still steve from high school, steve that he had a stupid crush on which now has eddie wondering if it’s some divine intervention from generations of hunters past. that he was meant to find steve and stay by his side. 

“i think i can manage.”

[renegade-diamonds]

Monster Hunter AU where Robin’s friends with the Party, Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan, but they all disappear after Barb’s killed by a monster (one of Vecna’s minions).

Robin has no idea what happened to them, but it turns out they were recruited by Hopper for hunter training after being exposed to that world. Robin thinks she’s been abandoned, since they had to “cut ties” with her to protect her, so some pretty mean stuff was said between them.

While they’re away, Vecna targets Robin anyway and she’s nearly mauled by a monster. She manages to escape when her mother intervenes, but she’s mortally wounded. The cops write off the attack as a rabies-driven bear mauling and Robin has to go live with her dad in the trailer park.

Fast forward to Senior Year, and everyone’s back in town. Robin refuses to speak with them, feeling abandoned and traumatized by what she saw. Things are tense, but they give Robin her space.

Things get complicated when Vecna starts attacking teenagers in town again, and Robin starts investigating. Unbeknown to her, she’s not the only one.

[snowangeldotmp3]

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"oh," robin says, infuriatingly easy, with an equally infuriating grin. "i get it. you're jealous." nancy ignores the heat spreading across her cheeks. "what? no! no, i'm not." "mhm, sure," she says, grin widening.