#stranger things masterlist

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Stranger Things Masterlist

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Eddie Munson

w/ Bassist Girlfriend pt. 2

Outburst

Safe and Sound

Dirty Little Secret (SMUT) pt. 2 pt. 3

Hopper Daughter! Reader

Braiding Eddie's Hair

Flexor Digitorum Profundus (SMUT)

Sick! Reader

Smells

Period Headcannons

House of the Dragon

Girls, Sex, and Drugs (SMUT)

Seeing Your Scoliosis (SMUT)

Head While Reading (fem receiving) (SMUT)

Anthem

Eddie w/ iron deficiency

Jealous! Eddie (SMUT)

His handkerchief goes missing

Sex on his dnd throne (SMUT)

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Hour Long Nosebleed

Nighttime Cuddles

Eddie makes it out of the upside down

Your boyfriend dies in the "earthquake" but your best friend survives

Blood kink (SMUT)

Watering Day

Undead

Naptime at Eddie's (SMUT)

First Time (SMUT)

Fight Fire with Fire

Slasher! Steddie

Eddie and You Lore <3

Knight! Eddie Munson and King! Steve Harrington

Inappropriate Touches (SMUT)

Series

Battle of the Bands 1/ /2 /3 /4 /5 /6 /7 /8 /9 /10 /11 /12 /13 (SMUT) /14 (SMUT)

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Steve Harrington

Smells

Slasher! Steddie

King! Steve Harrington and Knight! Eddie Munson

Inappropriate Touches (SMUT)

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Other

Being the 3rd Parent to Dustin

Camping

[pankowcrumbs]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Keery x fem! reader long oneshot where they celebrate Joe’s first Father’s Day as a dad to their baby girl and he gets woken up when reader sits their daughter down on their bed and the baby crawls to him and touches him on his face?

MasterList

Stranger Things and Cast Masterlist

Joe's POV-

I didn’t hear the bedroom door open.

That’s how I knew I was properly asleep. Not half-dozing like usual. Not pretending to nap while the baby cried in the next room and Y/N went to get her.

This time, I was gone.

Until I felt the bed dip slightly near my feet. Heard the smallest sound a soft coo, like a little bird clearing its throat. Then a giggle.

And fingers.

Tiny, chubby, perfect fingers brushing against my cheek.

I blinked, eyes slow to adjust in the morning haze.

And there she was.

My daughter. On the bed. Crawling toward me like a sleepy, grinning missile.

Her hair was sticking up on one side. Her onesie was wrinkled. One sock on. Classic chaos. I felt her palm pat my cheek with that aimless, fascinated focus babies have when they discover something new like their dad’s nose.

“Hey,” I whispered, throat thick. “Good morning, bunny.”

She squealed like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.

And then I heard Y/N’s voice from the side of the bed.

“She insisted.”

I looked up to see her standing there, arms crossed, warm and sleepy-eyed in an old T-shirt of mine. She was smiling.

“She insisted?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, I insisted. But she backed me up with some pretty compelling babble.”

“Did she now?”

“She said, ‘It’s your first Father’s Day, you should be woken up by your biggest fan.’”

I reached out, scooping our daughter into my arms as she babbled happily, her hands now wrapped around two clumps of my hair like reins.

“She’s brutal in the mornings,” I muttered.

“She gets it from you,” Y/N said, walking around to crawl onto the other side of the bed.

I glanced at the clock.

6:13am.

“You do realise this is technically illegal?”

“It’s adorable,” she countered, snuggling into my side and laying her head on my shoulder. “Look at you. First Father’s Day. First bed-hair baby attack. First time you’ve not completely hated being woken up at six in the morning.”

She wasn’t wrong.

I looked down at the little bundle in my lap, her gummy grin, the drool on my sleeve, the steady way she was patting my chest like she was checking I was still real.

And yeah.

It hit me.

This was it.

The thing I never knew I wanted so badly until it was here in my arms.

Before her, Father’s Day was something that floated past. A nod to my own dad. A few texts. A call if I remembered. I thought I had time. Thought I’d be “dad age�� one day, when I grew into it like a new pair of shoes.

But somehow, I’m 32 with spit-up on my T-shirt, a bassinet in the hallway, and this tiny girl who looks half like me, half like the love of my life and all of her own.

And I’ve never felt more like myself.

“You know what’s mad?” I said, voice quiet.

Y/N hummed.

“I still can’t believe she’s real.”

She reached over and brushed a bit of hair off my forehead. “I know. Me neither. I keep thinking someone’s going to show up with a clipboard and go, ‘Alright, experiment’s over, thanks for participating’.”

“She’s too perfect.”

“Except when she screams like a dinosaur.”

“She takes after you.”

She snorted. “Joe. You cry at Pixar films. You cannot talk.”

I kissed our daughter’s cheek. “Fine. But still. Look at her. She’s just…”

“She’s you with my cheeks.”

“And your grumpy morning face.”

“She’s not grumpy.”

“She is furious until she’s fed.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

We stayed in bed for a bit. Let her roll between us, gnawing on her hands, trying to eat the blanket, grabbing my ear like it was her life’s mission. Y/N eventually handed me a small envelope with a sleepy grin.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” I murmured.

“Shut up and open it.”

Inside was a photo.

The three of us. Taken a few weeks ago. The baby asleep on my chest. Y/N in the background, laughing at something I can’t even remember now. All golden light and soft hair and sun.

Written on the back, in her handwriting:

You’re already the best dad she could ever dream of. I know because I get to watch it happen every single day.

I read it three times. Then again.

“Jesus,” I whispered, blinking quickly. “Trying to make me cry before breakfast?”

Y/N leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Happy Father’s Day, Joseph.”

By 8am, we were downstairs. Our daughter was in her bouncer chewing on a giraffe. I was making coffee. Y/N was burning toast, per tradition.

I turned around and caught her watching me.

“What?” I asked.

She shrugged. “You’re just… kind of gorgeous as a dad.”

“Kind of?”

“Very.”

“I’m sleep-deprived and I smell like baby wipes.”

“You’re glowing.”

I laughed, walking over to wrap my arms around her from behind.

“I love you,” I whispered into her hair.

She leaned back into me. “I know.”

I pressed a kiss to her temple.

“You’re going to make her into the coolest little human,” she said. “You already are.”

“She’s going to be terrifying,” I murmured.

“She already is.”

“I’ll never win an argument again.”

“Nope.”

“I can live with that.”

Later, we went for a walk. The sun was out, miraculously. I pushed the pram while Y/N held my hand and pointed out dogs we should definitely adopt, despite already having our hands full.

The baby slept through most of it. Occasionally snorted. Once let out a dramatic sigh like life was simply exhausting.

I looked down at her, bundled in her blanket, face all soft and squishy, and I swear I felt something shift inside me again. Like a puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

I was hers. That simple.

Wholly. Totally.

That night, after bath time and stories and a long round of why are you crying if you’re sleepy??, we finally got her down. The flat was quiet again. Still.

Y/N curled up next to me on the sofa, both of us half-asleep, half-listening to the monitor.

“She’s perfect,” I said.

“You’ve said that six times today.”

“Still true.”

She smiled, tucking herself into my side.

“You’re doing better than you think, you know,” she whispered.

“So are you.”

“Bit of a team, aren’t we?”

“The best kind.”

A pause.

Then, softly:

“Thank you. For making me a dad.”

She looked up at me, eyes glassy.

“No,” I whispered. “Thank you. For this little person we made. For all of it.”

Father’s Day, I realised, wasn’t about me.

It wasn’t even really about dads.

It was about them the people who make you one.

Her. Y/N. The family we made from scratch.

And maybe that’s the best gift of all.

[skeltnwrites]

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

STEVE HARRINGTON ₊˚.⋆₊˚⊹♡

The Shape of Family | As a single dad, Steve’s world revolves around school drop-offs, bedtime rituals, and tee-ball practices— and he's struggling to keep up. But you're always there, happily lending a hand when he needs it most. 51k (ongoing)

A Family Affair | In a fit of jealousy over Nancy’s perfect new boyfriend, Steve falsely claims to be dating someone too. Robin recruits you to help Steve out, despite the fact that you’re practically strangers. 8k (ongoing)

Tides at Moonrise | After being attacked by demobats in the Upside Down, Steve experiences some supernatural changes. 6k

At Least It’s Not the End of the World | After fighting monsters with Steve, babysitting Holly Wheeler together is supposed to be easy— until unexpected feelings get in the way. 16k

Break the Bed In | The first morning in your new home is slow and soft, spent tangled up in bed with Steve. 4k 18+

DRABBLES ⌁

you're there for steve when he has to face his fear of needles

vampire!steve discovers his fangs

EDDIE MUNSON ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬

Bad Cop | You wake to a call from your boyfriend Eddie who asks you to bail him out of jail. 2.2k

S'mores | Eddie is determined to surprise you with the most amazing weekend camping trip but that's not the only thing he's hiding. 3.6k

Deck the Halls | With Eddie stuck in the hospital, the boys help you bring Christmas to him. 3k

DRABBLES ⌁

you wash eddie's hair when he can't

eddie gets a cursed tattoo

curly hair!reader headcanons

[floredaqueen]

❄︎𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞❄︎

𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭?? 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢���𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨!!❤︎

‧₊˚ ✧ . ﾟ♡𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬♡‧₊˚ ✧ . ﾟ

@loserboysandlithium @rafeyscurtainbangs @eddiesxangel @mothmans-left-buttcheek @heartbreak-sandwich @jo-harrington @gri959 @mrprettywhenhecries @rincallistis @userchai @cxrrodedcoffin @bloodibambiidoll @buckysgrace @hippiegoth97 @harmonizingly @babyalora34

[mmflvrrs]

CIRCLES || B.H

DESCRIPTION | You and your best friend visit the pool on a hot day in Hawkins. You weren’t expecting to see your ex-boyfriend, Billy working this Friday afternoon.

PAIRING | Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

WARNINGS | Light angst, spitting, oral (f & m receiving), degradation (slut, whore), slight daddy kink, making out, cursing, P and V sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, or else), marking, biting, fingering, rough sex, overstimulation, some fluff, aftercare.

WORD COUNT | 1.72k

DISCLAIMER | THIS WORK IS NOT STOLEN I AM REDOING MY ACCOUNTS INSTEAD OF HAVING ONE MULTIFANDOM ACCOUNT!!!! THIS IS REPOSTED FROM ONE OF MY OWN ACCOUNTED

GIF by fan-ficwriter2000

You and Billy had been on and off for the last few months, but never like this. This felt for real. You had always been going in circles with billy, break up, fuck, get back together, repeat.

You had been moping around for weeks, when your friend Amanda finally drags you to the pull on a day you knew Billy wouldn't be working but, to your surprise Billy was working that Friday afternoon.

"Should we leave?" Amanda asked not wanting you to go back into the funk you had been in the past few weeks.

"No, just ignore him," you sighed leaning back in your chair.

You tried your best to ignore Billy but, you knew that you were still in love with him, and knew that you would always be. He may not have been the nicest but he was the one for you. You both knew it but that never stopped your emotional intimacy issues from getting in the way.

You caught yourself stealing glances at him every chance you got. He only started noticing this now. As he caught your eye he sent you a smirk. That damned smirk.

You immediately looked away vowing not to look again.

"y/n I see the way you keep looking over there..." your friend trailed off, "If you really miss him, go talk to him."

"You don't get it Mands, This break up is different."

"How so?" She questioned. You struggled to answer, you honestly didn't know hot this differed from the others but, you something felt off.

"It just is mands," You sighed looking down once again, "Maybe you were right, maybe we should just go."

You turned to look over at Billy once more, but this time he was already looking at you. You felt like you could melt just from the feeling of him looking up your body.

You returned the gaze, you saw him mouth, 'can we talk please?' as he made a begging motion with his hands. You sighed nodding. "I'll be make mands."

After Billy got Heather to take over life guarding, he made his way over to you.

"What Billy?" You asked standing infront of him.

"I miss you, babe," He said making a pouty face," Why cant we be us again?" He said as he ran his fingers along your arms.

Your breathe hitched feeling heat radiate from your car at the contact, "Billy.."

"I know you miss me," He said whispering your ear leaving a kiss on your neck just below.

"Billy.." You started before he pulled away, interrupting you," Tell me you miss me and I'm yours."

"I miss you Billy," you sighed watching as he smirked.

"Stay til my shift is over?" He asked smiling down at you.

You nodded smiling as you made your way back to your chair.

"Where'd you go?" Mands asked, "You still wanna leave?"

"No, I'm going to stay til closed.." you said not making eye contact with her.

"You sneaky little thing," She said shaking her head," You were with Billy weren't you?"

You sighed and found yourself nodding, once again.

"Well then, I have to be home for dinner, you sure you'll be okay here til closing?"

"Yes, Mands, thanks"

You stayed tanning in the chair until the sun went down. Once Billy finished his closing duties, he came over to you. Sitting beside you on the chair.

"When did you get this?" He asked as he traced the small tattoo that was located on your hip just below your swim suit bottems.

"A few days ago.. I needed a change."

He nodded, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," You smiled putting a your shirt back on, taking his hand.

You both made your way to his car. As he drove back your apartment, he placed his hand on your thigh, slowly inching it up, once it reached the line of your bathing suit bottoms you realized the growing wetness pooling between yours legs.

"Billy.." you whispered as his fingers slowly dipped below the cloth covering your core.

"God Baby," He groaned, "Your so fucking wet."

He brought his hand out pulling over the car. "Come here baby," He said patting his lap. You kneeled over, straddling his lap. His lips connecting with yours. You were in pure bliss at the feeling of his lips trailing down from yours marking your neck.

"Take this off for me, yeah" Billy said, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. You nodded removing the shirt.

His lips quickly connected with your skin once again. His hands grasped your tits. "God babe, you have such a good rack." You moaned at his words.

"Billy- please!" you needed more the friction of his growing bulge pressing against your core was to much.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"I want you to touch me," You whispered throwing your head back at the feeling of his lips on continuing their attack on your neck.

"You want me to touch you like the slut, you are?" He asked looking at you like you were something he was going to destroy.

You nodded at his words. His hand slowly traveled down from your tits, to your aching core, His hand dipped below the fabric. He spread the pool of wetness around your clit, rubbing soft circles around the sensitive nub.

"Oh fuck!" you moaned as your hands immediately lacing into his hair. yanking at the roots. He loved the feeling much more than he would admit.

His fingers slipped between your folds and into your throbbing pussy. The feeling of his fingers curling inside of you, lead you to the feeling of preassure building up inside you.

"Fuck, Billy more," You moaned as you began to grind against his fingers.

"Your such a slut, y/n" He laughed at the neediness. "Thats it baby, keep fucking yourself against my fingers like the needy little whore you are."

You were trembling at the amount of pleasure building inside you.

"Oh Billy," You moaned as the pleasure finally released. Your walls tightened around his fingers.

"Fuck y/n, such a good girl for me," He smirked, placing a kiss to his lips.

"Let's finish this back at your place," He smirked, knowing that you wanted him right here and now.

"Billlyy, please baby."

He shook his head smirking, as he moved you back into the spot next to him.

You knew two could play this game. As Billy began to drive home, you placed a hand over his bulge jerking it threw his shorts.

"Y/n..." He warned, looking over at you.

"what?" You asked innocently.

You began to tug the shorts and underwear that were covering his bulge down just enough for his dick to spring up against his stomach. Your hand immediately working it.

"fuck," Billy moaned at the feeling of you working his dick.

"Eyes on the road baby," You smiled innocently as you moved your head towards his aching cock. Your lips meeting the tip leaving a delicate kiss before sucking harshly.

You continued to suck at the tip before pushing your head down, towards the base of his cock. Your eyes watered as the tip hit the back of your throat over and over again.

You felt the car come to a stop as Billy pulled your head up from his cock.

"Your such a whore," He smirked at you.

You made your way into your apartment Billy following close behind. Once you were in your bedroom he didn't waste a second before connecting your lips.

Your bathing suit didn't leave much to the imagination but, Billy tore them off anyway.

"I wanna taste you so, bad baby," He whispered against your lips.

When you felt his warm breathe against your lips you were immediately turned on.

He pushed you onto the bed, kneeling at the edge.

His tongue finding your clit without a second to spare. His arms held your legs down, as he continued to lick at your clit.

He continued licking at your clit, the pleasure nearly unbearable.

"Fuck daddy- please!" you moaned at the continuous pleasure.

He stopped after hearing what you said, "what did you just say?" He questioned.

"Billy-" You too just realized what you had said, you had talked about the pet name before but this was the first time you had used it.

"You little slut." He smirked, hovering over you, "You want me to make you a mommy?" He questioned leaning down to mark your neck once again.

He didn't give you the chance to say anything before he plunged his cock deep inside of you.

"fuck- billy" You moaned out as your hands clawed at his back. He was pounding into you harder than ever before.

"Since you wanna be a slut, I'm gonna fuck you like one," He said moving his hand to rub your clit as his cock continuously rubbed against your g-spot.

"Isn't that right baby? You wanna be my little slut," He said forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"mhmmm," you said, at the pleasure building up inside you.

"cum for me slut," Billy demanded as he rubbed at your clit faster.

You obliged at the command as you came unraveled around him. He continued to fuck you as you rode out your high.

He continued to fuck you until he cam inside you, "fuck." He threw his head back continuing to plunge into you riding out his high.

He pulled out laying beside you, "God, baby I missed you." He said placing a delicate kiss to your lips.

"I missed you too," you smiled.

"Let me clean you up," He said, running to the bathroom to get a damp cloth.

He came back wiping you bottom half, before getting you a shirt and panties to change into. He slipped back on his underwear and returned next to you into the bed.

You snuggled into him laying against his chest. "Billy.." you said as you ran your fingers along his chest, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry I broke up with you," you said looking up at him, "I let my anxiety get to me," you sighed continuing to trace shapes along his chest.

"Baby, I promise, you're the one for me," He said kissing your forehead and pulling you closer.

[solarswonderland]

HAVEN: CHAPTER 1

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"Ugh—where the hell are they? Jonathan?" Joyce muttered in frustration as she rummaged through the messy pile of clothes on the floor.

"Check the couch!" Jonathan called back, his focus split between her and the skillet in front of him as he worked to keep the scrambled eggs from overcooking.

"Oh—got them!" Joyce exclaimed, holding up her keys with a triumphant jingle before grabbing her work bag.

"Okay, sweetie, I'll see you tonight. Where's Julie? And Will?" she asked, glancing around the room. Neither the older twin nor the youngest were anywhere to be seen.

"Julie's in the bathroom, and I didn't get Will up yet—" Jonathan started, but Joyce cut him off, exasperated.

"Jonathan, you have to make sure he's up!" she scolded, heading toward Will's bedroom with determined strides.

"Mom, I'm making breakfast!" Jonathan shot back, irritation creeping into his voice.

Joyce wasn't listening. "I've told you a thousand times..." she mumbled to herself as she pushed open Will's door.

"Will, come on, honey. It's time to get up—" Her words stopped cold. The bed was empty. Will was nowhere in sight.

Her heart sank as she returned to the kitchen, where Jonathan was setting the table, completely unaware. "He came home last night, right?" she asked, her voice tight with the first stirrings of panic.

"He's not in his room?" Jonathan froze, the plate in his hands hovering mid-air.

Joyce's tone sharpened. "Did he come home or not?"

Jonathan hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I... I don't know."

"You don't know?" Joyce stared at him in disbelief.

"What are you guys talking about?" Julie's voice broke in as she entered the room, shoving a stack of books and her Walkman into her bag.

Joyce turned to her daughter, exasperated. "Will isn't in bed, and Jonathan doesn't know if he came home last night."

"I came home late, okay? I was working—" Jonathan began defensively.

Joyce's frustration boiled over. "You were working?"

"Yeah, Eric asked if I could cover his shift, and I said yes—it's extra cash," he explained, his tone growing defensive.

Joyce threw her hands up. "Jonathan, we've talked about this! You can't take shifts when I'm working!" She turned to Julie, desperate now. "Julie, tell me you saw Will come home?"

Julie paused, mid-bite of her eggs. "I thought Jonathan would be home, so I was at work. A bunch of people wanted a late movie night." She held up a VHS tape from Family Video, where she worked.

Joyce groaned, pressing a hand to her temple. "I can't believe the two of you..." She grabbed the phone and quickly dialled Karen Wheeler's number.

"Hello?" Karen's voice came through the line.

"Hi, Karen! It's Joyce," she said, barely keeping the worry from her voice.

"Oh, hi Joyce—" Karen's voice was interrupted by a distant shout. "Quiet!" she yelled at her kids.

Joyce clung to a sliver of hope. "Was that Will I heard back there?"

"Will? No, no, that was just Mike. He left here a little after eight. Why? He's not home?"

Joyce forced a steady tone into her reply. "You know what? I think he just left early for school. Thanks, Karen." She hung up quickly and turned back to her children, panic etched into her face.

Julie slung her bag over her shoulder and reached for her mother's hand. "It's okay. I'm sure he's just messing around somewhere at school—probably something to do with that game about dragons he likes so much. Jonathan and I will check around school, alright? Don't worry, Mom. I'm sure he's okay."

Joyce managed a faint, unconvincing smile as the twins left the house.

But she couldn't sit still. Unable to shake the gnawing dread, Joyce drove straight to the police station and filed a missing person's report. Hours later, she waited anxiously at home for the twins' return.

When the door finally opened, her heart leaped. "Did you find him?" she asked immediately, her eyes locking onto Julie.

Julie gave her a sad smile, the weight of the day written all over her face. "I asked everywhere. I spent all day walking around school looking for him, and I couldn't find him. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas haven't seen him either."

Joyce felt the air leave her lungs as Jonathan stepped in, trying to soften the blow. "We can check around Castle Byers," he suggested, his voice gentle.

Joyce nodded, clinging to that small glimmer of hope. Without another word, the three of them grabbed their coats and headed out toward Will's favorite spot in the woods.

Julie opened the curtain of Castle Byers, her breath hitching as a cold gust of wind rushed past her. The hollow silence inside sent a chill down her spine. Just yesterday, Will had been buzzing with excitement about his DnD campaign—it was all he could talk about for a week. And now, he was gone. She felt an ache deep in her chest but forced herself to swallow it down. Her mom didn't need her breaking down too

"WILL!" Jonathan screamed, but he did not get a reply. He sighed and looked at Julie, who was also screaming his name. She looked at Jonathan and held his hand, too afraid to let go. He held hers just as tight because honestly, he was too afraid to let go as well.

They had probably walked around the forest for hours that day, throats hoarse after screaming Will's name for so long. In the end, when they had all accepted that Will was definitely not in the forest, they sadly returned home.

The twins sat on the couch, staring into nothingness while Joyce snatched the phone off its receiver, her fingers trembling as she dialed Lonnie's number. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white as she waited.

"Uh, hello. Is Lonnie there?" she asked, barely masking the panic in her voice.

"He's not here right now," came the curt reply.

Her heart sank, but she pressed on. "Can you please put him on—"

"I told you, he isn't here," the woman snapped.

Joyce's patience wore thin. "Who are you?"

"His girlfriend, Cynthia," the woman said, her tone sharp.

Joyce stiffened, her frustration boiling over. "Cynthia, I need to speak—"

"I told you—"

Before she could finish, the line went dead. Joyce stared at the phone, her anger erupting as she slammed it down with a loud crash.

"BITCH!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the room.

"Mom!" the twins said simultaneously.

"What?" she replied, fueled with anger.

"You have to stay calm." Jonathan replied, sifting through photos of Will. The twins were making posters to find him.

Joyce nodded absentmindedly and dialled another number. She picked up the phone just for it to be sent to voicemail.

"Lonnie, some teenager just hung up on me- Will is missing and I don't know what to do. I'm begging you, please call me ba-" before the could finish, the voice message was over.

She slammed the phone back and yelled, "DAMMIT, DAMMIT!"

Julie looked up from her place on the couch and looked out the window.

"Mom?..."

Joyce looked at her.

"Cops..." she pointed at the window.

Julie froze as her gaze landed on the Chief pulling a familiar bike from the back of his car. She knew that bike—every scuff, every sticker. It was Will's.

"It—it was just lying there?" Joyce's voice wavered, her expression a mix of disbelief and dread.

Julie's mouth went dry. "Did it have any blood on it?" she asked softly, though the words felt heavy as they left her lips.

Chief Hopper waved her concern away. "If you found the bicycle in the forest, why are you here?" Jonathan interjected, his voice sharp and demanding.

Hopper glanced back at the house. "The kid had the key to the house, right?" he asked, his tone calm but detached.

Joyce nodded, her eyes narrowing. "You think I didn't check my own house?"

Hopper ignored her indignation, making his way to the backyard without answering. They watched as he disappeared into the shed, rummaging around before returning to the front.

"We'll let you know once we have new leads," he said, tipping his hat before leaving. The Byers family stood motionless, the weight of his indifference sinking in.

The air in the living room felt thick with unease as the three of them sat on the couch, Jonathan in the middle, quietly sorting through photos of Will for the missing posters. Julie's gaze drifted to the framed pictures on the shelf, her eyes landing on one of her and Nancy Wheeler, taken last summer. Julie and Nancy used to be close—bonded by their little brothers and countless afternoons spent together. But lately, Nancy had become distant, preoccupied with King Steve "the hair" Harrington. Julie missed the connection they once had, especially now, when the weight of Will's disappearance felt unbearable.

The three of them sat on the couch, with Jonathan in the middle, sifting through the photos he had taken of Will to put on the missing poster.

"Jonathan...wow. You took these? These are great!" Joyce asked, her first real smile since Will went missing adorning her face. The boy in question simply nodded, looking at the floor.

"I know I haven't been there for either of you; I've been working so hard, and I just feel bad. I don't even know what's going on with you guys. I'm sorry." Joyce said after a period of silence. Julie smiled at her mum and wanted to tell her that it was okay, because she knew how much she worked just to put food on the table for all three of them, especially after her parents divorced. Before she could say anything, she saw Jonathan begin to tremble.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Julie asked her brother, gently holding his hand. Jonathan nodded his head sideways and kept his head down.

"What is it? What is it, honey?" his mother asked, a concerned expression on her face as she soothingly rubbed his arm. He once again nodded his head sideways and kept his head down, whispering, "No."

Then, in a feeble, quavering voice, he finally said, "I should've—I should've been there for him."

Julie's eyes widened, tears immediately springing to her eyes. Joyce nodded her head sideways and said, "No, no, you can't do that to yourself. This was not your fault, do you hear me? He—he's close. I know it. I feel it. In my heart. You guys have to trust me on this, okay?" She said, half smiling and half crying, hugging both her kids as much as she could.

Julie's eyes landed on a picture of Will. "Look—look at this one," she said, picking up the picture and holding it up to them, a smile immediately forming on everyone's faces as they all wiped their teary eyes. "That's it right? That's the one." Julie said, indicating the posters. Jonathan nodded, blinking his eyes. The phone rang. Joyce got off the couch and picked it up while the twins arranged the pictures on the table.

"Hello? Hello? Lonnie? Hopper? Who is this?" Joyce asked the person on the other side as the twins got off the couch and walked towards her.

A sudden look of realisation swept her face; she looked at Jonathan and Julie and suddenly asked, "Will? Will?"

"Will?" Julie whispered, but no one heard her.

Joyce stared at the phone, her face pale as her hands trembled. "Who—who is—" she gasped, her voice breaking.

Jonathan stepped closer, his heart racing. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Joyce's breath hitched, her words tumbling out in a rush. "What have you done to my boy? Get me back my so—"

A loud crackle interrupted her, and she jerked back as the phone emitted a sharp spark, cutting off the call.

Julie's eyes widened. "Mom? Was that Will?"

Joyce nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face. "It was him—I know it was him. I could hear him breathing."

Jonathan exchanged a worried glance with Julie. "Are you sure it wasn't someone else?"

Joyce clutched the phone, her knuckles turning white. "It was him," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I know it was him. His breathing—I'd know it anywhere."

© solarswonderland

[munsonshire]

Living with Eddie

He hates it when people visit

He doesn't like to do the chores

But won't let you do them either because he wants to cuddle or something else

Y/N: Eddie, let me down I need to do the laundry *laughing*

Eddie: NOOO, PLEASE STAY WITH ME

Y/N: Eddie, love we have no more clean clothes and we need to go to school tomorrow

Eddie: That's easy, we don't go, now come cuddle with me

He likes to watch movies with you sometimes you even get to finish them without things getting spicy.

He will get mad at you if you wake him up early on a weekend

He likes to sleep hugging you, will probably end up crashing you in his sleep so get used to not breathing, he will apologize later

Goodnight kisses

Eats A LOT

Tries to cook breakfast or lunch but ends up burning it and you end up cooking or ordering takeaway

Tags: @ali-r3n @vicuriousghost @fhaf123

[queers-gambit]

Stranger Things masterlist

requesting rules and masterlist

requests are OPEN where to watch: Netflix

general dating HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie.

🔥 NSFW 🙊 general language and content warning 🥰 romance 💛 proceed with maturity

read part one here -> read part two here

Stoner!Girlfriend HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie and stoner!girlfriend.

🔥 NSFW 🚬 illicit material mention / use / description 🥰 romance 💛 proceed with maturity

read here

mad or frustrated HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie being mad or frustrated.

🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 💔 angst 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

read here

All I've Ever Wanted

Eddie's her dealer and decides he can't sell to her anymore because she's all he's ever wanted.

word count: 2.3k

🚬 illicit substance 🙊 general language and content warning ⏳ slight AU timeline 🥰 romance 😵‍💫 wonky brain go a little wonky

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Angel is the Centerfold

insecurity runs deep when Eddie's secret lady-love finds the worn pages of a centerfold - marked on a woman who looks nothing like her.

word count: 2.7k

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 small angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🎭 drama 🥰 romance

read here

Don't You (Forget About Me)

Eddie confronts his mother to bargain for custody of his little brother, Teddy.

word count: 8.9k

🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🎭 drama 🥰 romance 🐍 toxic family / family angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💉 depiction of illicit drug use 🥊 mild depiction of physical violence and / or aggression ⏳ AU timeline 🔏 barely edited

read here

Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses

when Eddie tells his best friend he wants to ask Chrissy Cunningham to prom, she begins to cough out flower petals.

word count: 8.8k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 🥰 romance 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon

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Tears in the Rain

feelings are confessed and a decision is made; only thing left to do is heal and be okay.

word count: 8.4k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🙊 general language and content warnings 🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt, s o m e comfort 💔 angst 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

read here

Gone with the Sin

he loves another, and your fate is sealed.

word count: 8.9k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🙊 general language and content warnings 🎭 drama 🥺 hurt 🚫 NO comfort 💔 angst ☠️ character death 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

read here

Pretty Boy Swag

your big ass family comes to town and hosts a town-wide family reunion. after they meet your boyfriend for the first time, your proximity is criticized, and when you try to fall back, Eddie's swift to your side again. -> or when someone else calls you clingy, you try to fall back but your man doesn't want that.

word count: 6.2k+

⏳ AU timeline 🐝 stand alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content 🐍 toxic family 🎭 drama 🧠 depiction of mental health: insecurity, anxiety 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🧸 some fluff 🚬 drug use 🥂 depiction of alcohol use 💍 established relationship 🥰 romance 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited

read here

traveling HC

headcanons about traveling with boyfriend!Eddie.

🔥 small NSFW 🙊 general language and content warnings 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance

read here

Happy Little Accident

something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt.

word count: 2.4k+

🙊 general language and content warnings 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance

read here

How to be a Problem Solver

bestie!Eddie and reader have to say goodbye; he gives you one of his rings to remember him by. you send him care packages, and inside: polaroid photos of your college adventures - with his ring on a chain around your neck.

word count: 4.7k+

🙊 general language and content warnings 💔 angst 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🔏 barely edited

read here

Birthday Baby Blues

fearing your friends had forgotten your birthday, you show up at your boyfriend's to the surprise of a lifetime.

word count: 5k+

❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🎭 small drama 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 🐍 toxic family / family angst

read here

discontinued and deleted: Up In Smoke

general dating HCs

headcanons about dating Robin Buckley.

🙊 general language and content warnings 🔥 small NSFW 🥰 romance

read here

The Bathroom Scene, Act One

after being drugged by Russians, you, Steve, and Robin share confessions in the bathroom.

word count: 3.8k

🙊 general language and content warnings 🤮 symptoms of physical illness 🥰 romance ❤️‍🩹 small hurt and comfort

read here

Dating Billy HC

headcanons about dating Billy Hargrove.

🙊 general language and content warnings 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🍄 toxic relationship 🔥 small NSFW 💛 proceed with maturity

read here

Up and Out

Billy protects reader from his father when Neil comes home early one evening.

word count: 4.1k

🙊 general language and content warnings 🐍 toxic family / family angst 💔 angst 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression 💛 proceed with maturity

read here

Up and Out [ part two ]

( requested ) Neil returns home unexpectedly when Billy's girl is alone, and it's up to her to defuse her boyfriend's anger when he finds out.

word count: 4.8k

🔏 barely edited 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression

read here

Do As You're Told

getting into a fight with Billy at a party; he needs you to do as you're told.

word count: 4.1k

🔥 NSFW 🙊 general language and content warning 🧃 underage drinking 💛 proceed with maturity

read here

Bobby Flay or Billy Flayed?

Eleven and Max come to Billy's girlfriend for aid, and she learns about her boyfriend's mind control the hard way.

word count: 7.5k

🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depictions of physical violence 🤮 depictions of physical illness 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort ⚠️⏳ season three spoilers and AU timeline

read here

Careful What You Wish For

he's highly reactive, you're incredibly enduring. he's a righteous dick, you're criminally empathetic. he's temperamental, you're amenable. but you're done being his doormat. > > > or in which Billy resorts to breaking up when you two fight, but when he comes to make up (like clockwork), you finally have a change of heart.

word count: 5k+

🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 🍄 toxic relationship 🐍 implied toxic family (Billy) 🥦 plot twist: healthy family (Reader) 💔 angst 🥺 hurt 🚫 not a lot of real comfort 💣 relationship angst 💍 established relationship 😭 breaking up - emotions are hard 🐝 oneshot 🍑 character with given nickname (Reader's sister) 🔏 not edited

read here

Make a Grown Man Cry

she's Queen Bee and everyone knows not to fuck with her unless they wanted a bruised ego - or bruised cheekbone when Billy finds out.

word count: 3.6k

🙊 general language and content warning 🐍 possible depiction of family angst 🧃 underage drinking 🥊 depiction of physical violence / aggression

read here

Cheating Billy HC

headcanons about Billy cheating on his lover, and then trying to fix it.

❗️READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING❗️

read here

Mom's Pot Roast

could you maybe write something about billy trying to self-sabotage/start a fight with the reader out of insecurity and she doesn't play along and comforts him?

word count: 1.8k+

🙊 general language and content warning ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort

read here

Mommy Issues

billy getting together with his s/o right before his "date" with mrs.wheeler. and while she's relieved that he didn't show up to the date she's also a really salty that Billy's giving someone else attention and not her.

word count: 3.1k+

🙊 general language and content warning ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🍄🐍 depiction of romantic and familial angst

read here

The Weight of Words

about Billy with an insecure reader? like just concerning her body and stuff.

word count: 3.0k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🐍 toxic family 💛 requires maturity and caution

read here

Natural Instinct

after a fight, Billy leaves you at a gas station; and your savior arrives in a maroon BMW.

word count: 3.4k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 is this hurt and comfort ?

read here

Bottom of the Barrel

reader and Billy get in a fight, Billy cheats, reader finds out, and breaks up with him. months go by and Billy’s ready to win reader back, but reader’s moved on and is doing better.

word count: 2.4k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🥺 hurt, 🚫 NO (real) comfort 🍄 toxic relationship 🔏 barely edited

read here

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hiiii, if u have time can you do billy and reader running away back to california together after high school, maybe the reader decides to go to college there?? reader isn’t from there but they both just want to escape to somewhere.

read here

When The World Seems So Cruel

Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

word count: 5.1k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💦 smut 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and SMALL comfort 🐍 toxic family 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression (background, but still)

read here

What Goes Around, Comes Around

Billy's known for his temper and being obsessed with his pretty little girlfriend - which gets her severely injured by his past transgressions.

word count: 6.7k+

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 HURT and small comfort 💣 relationship angst 💍 established relationship 🙊 general language and content warning 🍄 toxic relationship 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood 🥂 alcohol consumption 💛 requires extreme maturity and caution 🔏 barely edited

❗️READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING❗️

read here

Talk Shit, Get Hit

your high school bully picks the wrong day to taunt you and it's up to an equally hotheaded Billy to calm you down. call it irony.

word count: 5.4k+

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💍 established relationship 🐝 stand-alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content warning 🚬 brief illicit material use 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🥊 depiction of violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood

❗️READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING❗️

read here

Max Dating a Girly!girlfriend HCs

headcanons about Max dating a sweet, girly girl.

read here

Unrequited Love

little lady loves her bestie!Max, but fears telling the truth.

read here

In This World, It's Just Us

dialogue prompts #95, #102, and #103.

word count: 1.3k+

💔 angst 🌈 internalized homophobia

read here

sweet, silly drunk Reader with Steve, Eddie, and Billy

sweetness about the boys with their lover being drunk.

🧃 underaged drinking 🧸 cutie fluff 🐑 cutie filler

read here

requesting rules and masterlist

[bloodibambiidoll]

★ Eddie Munson Masterlist ★

✶ ALL WORKS ARE FEM!READER AND 18+ NO MINORS ✶

The First Time I Saw You

You and your girlfriend have some fun with Eddie in his van after one of Corroded Coffins shows.(This is the prequel to See You Again, they can be read as stand alone fics or in either order if you’d like to read both.)

See You Again

Your girlfriend surprises you with tickets to see your favorite band, Corroded Coffin for your birthday. You and her spent one magical night with the lead singer over a year ago before they made it big. Will he remember you? (He definitely will.)

Beer and Bunny’s

Eddie can’t seem to get himself to make a move on the new bartender at the hideout he has a crush on, but one night you decide to take matters into your own hands and he sees something that he just can’t resist.

Being Weird Is Cool Masterlist

When your late aunt leaves you her house in Hawkins you see it as a chance at fresh start and move there with your son. You didn’t expect to meet a caring metal head with kind eyes and his spitfire daughter. You didn’t expect to fall in love. You didn’t expect to find a family. (Ongoing)

Cat and Mouse

Eddie thinks you are innocent and oblivious to all the pervy things he does behind your back, but what he doesn’t know is that you’re fully aware. Not only that, but you like it, and you just might be a bit of a perv yourself.

You’ll Never Be A Burden

When you can’t get out of bed, answer your phone, or shake the feeling of hopelessness your boyfriend is there to reassure you that he will always be there for you no matter what.

Best Mates (omegaverse)

You’ve always been in love with your bestfriend, you never thought anything would ever come of it until you present as an omega and he spends your heat with you.

It Was Just A Dream

When you have another dream about the day Eddie almost died, you wake in his arms, and he comforts you in every way possible.

Cinnamon Girls

Eddie never thought his nightly routine would include sneaking into a catholic collage to see his two girlfriends, but never say never, right?

Everlasting Sweetheart (omegaverse)

Ever since you presented there’s never been an alpha that smelled alluring to you. But when you move to Hawkins to be closer to your family you catch the scent of your next door neighbor, who just so happens to be the most handsome older man you’ve ever seen, and he smells phenomenal. It’s just your luck that he’d end up being your dad’s best friend, right? Masterlist.

When You’re Gone

You go to one of Eddie’s shows and see him for the first time since you broke up and he’s willing to do anything to win you back.

Detention

Everyone thinks you’re a good girl, that is until you get dentition with the one and only Eddie Munson. Not just with him, but for him.

Make me

You’ve been fucking your boss for almost a year now and he still won’t make it official, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Let Me Be Your Master

Eddie’s always been your best friend. And he’s always wanted you. Being roommates with you has just made it even harder to keep his feelings at bay. When he finds a filled out kink survey on your desk, he just can’t resist you anymore. And you can’t resist him either.

Good boy

Your bestfriend has never had anyone sit on his face… what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t offer to change that?

Blurbs જ⁀➴.

Graveyard Sex

Worshipping His Balls

Licking His Boots

Fucking him so good he struggles to kiss you back

Divider is by @strangergraphics

[undercoveravenger]

Venomous

Pairing: Venom!Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “venom!Billy Hargrove confusing reader (dressed as spiderman for Halloween) as actual spiderman!Steve and going after him. take it however you want to”

A/N: Happy Halloween! Here’s part 2 of your Halloween surprise (I really like this AU by the way- if anyone wants anything else in this au, please feel free to request it!)

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The streets of Hawkins were practically empty this late at night, especially with pretty much everyone either asleep or at one of the dozens of Halloween parties raging on across the city. Hell, you were just coming from one that Tommy H and Carol had put on and Steve had dragged you to. You’d put up with about two hours of costumed young adults dancing and partying around you before you finally managed to make your escape, the cold autumn air chilling you through the thin spandex of your cheap Spider-Man costume as you wandered down the abandoned streets in the direction of your home.

The normal sounds of the city echoed around you, distant car horns and alley cats rustling through trash and music pouring through the doors of packed clubs. Tall buildings rise on either side of you as you turn down an alleyway that you’ve used as a shortcut a million times, but today you aren’t as vigilant as you normally are, not with the slow buzz of alcohol in your veins and the edges of the eye-holes of the mask limiting your vision. 

That’s probably why you’re so knocked off guard when something slams into you with all the force of a semi-truck, brick fracturing around you as you’re thrown up against the wall of some long-closed business. “Gotcha now, Spider-Man,” a massive fanged maw snarls, wide white eyes narrowing as an alien face looms before you, “And there’s no getting away from me this time.” A huge dark hand curls around your throat, the flesh shifting and flexing and crawling against your skin in a way that was certainly not human. “Today, Spider-Man, you die.”

As it speaks, you realize what must’ve happened. That this creature - Venom if you remembered the headlines of the trashy newspapers correctly - must’ve seen you walking home in your costume and mistaken you for the real hero of Hawkins. With the darkness blurring the poor quality of your suit, you must’ve looked enough like the real deal with your mask on for one of the vigilante’s foes to target you. 

You squirm, trying in vain to get yourself even a fraction of breathing room only for the viscous material of Venom’s hand to follow you, keeping the pressure constant and unyielding. The edge of your vision has started going dark by the time you manage to sputter out a weak, “‘M not him-” you fight for every ragged gasp of air, “Not Spider-Man.”

Venom hesitates at that, grip loosening just enough for breathing to come easier. His head cocks to the side as he examines you, seeming to only now notice the differences between your build and Spider-Man’s - your height, your physique, everything that sets you apart from the hero he had been looking for. His hand moves then, catching against the edge of your mask and tugging it up and off then. Venom’s eyes widen as he sees you without your mask and you can’t quite tell what he is thinking before he drops you, hands flying away from where they’d been touching you as though he’d been burned.

You’re left reeling, chest heaving as you scramble to catch your breath, the towering alien pacing wildly before you. You can catch snippets of conversation, bits of growled words in Venom’s harsh tone met with something quieter, smooth and honeyed and just a little familiar. Eventually you’re able to push yourself back to your feet and you start to edge back down the alley the way you’d come, feet scuffling quietly over gravel and debris. You are almost convinced that you’ll be able to get away before a piece of glass shatters under your shoe and the hulking creature whips around to face you, wide white eyes narrowing to almost slits as he stalks toward you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Venom snarls, hand jerking forward to grab at you, only to freeze before he could touch you, like he was unable to actually touch you. You watch the oozy substance of his face waver before you, parting and falling away to reveal a face you recognize.

You’d seen Venom’s true face before- in class watching you from across the room. Studying you from the opposing team when your gym class was broken up for basketball. Looking up from his place across from your best friend, fists bruised and bloodied from splitting Steve’s lip and darkening his eyes. Between throngs of drunken and dancing people, alluring blue eyes never faltering from where they met yours, intent and fixated from where he was watching you, lips moving faintly like he was having a conversation you couldn’t hear. And now, as you’re putting together the pieces of Billy Hargrove’s secret identity, you realize that maybe he was. Maybe Venom had known just as much who you were as he had known of his enemy in Spider-Man. 

The look in Billy’s eyes isn’t aggressive though, not the way they were when he looked at Steve or his step-sister Max or when someone talked a bit too loudly about Spider-Man’s heroics. His eyes are soft, warmer than you’ve ever seen them as the inky black murk of Venom retreats back into him and he steps toward you. A hand comes up to cup your face as he guides you up to face him. “Quite the costume choice,” he says, lips twisting up into a way you’d come to recognize as sarcastic. “Had both of us fooled for a minute there.”

You struggle around words for a long moment before you manage to speak, “I won’t tell anyone-” you manage to force out. “That you’re-” You swallow sharply, “I won’t say anything.”

Billy laughs and for a second you’re sure you hear an echo. “I know you won’t darlin’,” he drawls, voice like honey and eyes like oceans. “You wouldn’t believe what V thinks about you, y’know?” He snickers a little, pressing forward into your space and crowding you back against the battered brick wall behind you. “I know what I think about you isn’t always fit for polite conversation, but he takes it to an entirely different level. He’s always trying to tempt me into doing something I shouldn’t- something fun. You want to do something fun?” He hums then, ducking forward to nose against your throat and up under your jaw, and you know you should be struggling, pushing him away and running as fast as your feet can carry you, but there had always been something so alluring about Billy Hargrove and to hear that he’d felt the same about you, that the proverbial devil on his shoulder had been tempting him with thoughts about you- 

Well, it was certainly an interesting revelation.

Your head tips back against the wall behind you as Billy presses closer, kissing and biting at your neck and jawline. You knew you shouldn’t- not after finding out he was a supervillain certainly, but God, the offer is beyond tempting, especially with Billy so eager against you. Almost without your bidding, your hands come up to clutch at his waist, fingers tucking through the belt loops of his jeans to pull him closer. You tell yourself that this doesn’t have to mean anything- that it doesn’t have to come with strings attached even as you feel the loose ends of the rope pulling taught around you, tying you to Billy and to Venom too. You’re sure that Steve will have a lot to say to you later about your choice in men and how you really shouldn’t make out with his alter-ego’s nemesis in dingy alleys, but with Billy’s mouth pressing aching hungry kisses to yours, you can’t really bring yourself to care.

[pankowcrumbs]

You Owe Me, Sweetheart X Eddie Munson

18+

Plot: Eddie helps you and now you owe him a favour of his choice.

MasterList

Stranger Things and Cast Masterlist

I’d been standing at the edge of the car park for a good five minutes, clutching my books to my chest like they might somehow shield me from the situation I’d stupidly landed myself in.

The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows across Hawkins High. Most people had cleared out already, the corridors quieting down to a dull hum.

And there he was Eddie Munson. Perched on the bonnet of his van like he didn’t have a care in the world, cigarette dangling from his lips, boots scuffed, a battered notebook balanced on his knee.

Everyone knew Eddie’s reputation. The Freak. The Dealer. The Outcast.

But that wasn’t what I saw.

I saw the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way he played guitar with a kind of raw passion that made my heart stutter, the way he spoke like he meant every word, no matter how outrageous.

And God, I saw the way his rings glinted on his fingers big, strong hands, veined arms poking out of a torn Hellfire Club shirt.

I’d had a crush on Eddie Munson for longer than I cared to admit.

And now, thanks to a frankly horrific twist of fate involving a botched science project, a missing lab partner, and an unforgiving deadline, I needed him.

I shifted from foot to foot, anxiety gnawing at my gut.

He hadn’t noticed me yet or if he had, he was doing a bloody good job of pretending otherwise.

I could still back out. I could still turn around, figure something else out.

But then his head lifted, slow and deliberate, and his dark eyes locked onto mine.

A smirk tugged at his mouth, cocky and knowing.

Like he could read every panicked thought racing through my brain.

"Well, well," he drawled, flicking the cigarette away with a casual snap of his fingers. "If it isn't little Miss Good Girl herself."

I flushed, heat crawling up my neck.

"I..." I cleared my throat, hating how wobbly it sounded. "I need your help."

He leaned back on his hands, stretching out long legs, rings catching the last bit of sunlight. He looked so at ease it made me dizzy.

"If you need somethin’, darlin’," he said, voice slow and syrupy, "all you gotta do is ask."

My knees nearly gave out.

The way he said it rough, teasing, commanding like it wasn’t even a question but a foregone conclusion.

I squeezed my books tighter.

"It’s for the science fair," I rushed out, words tripping over themselves. "My partner bailed on me and I heard you’re good with electronics and I just..."

He raised an eyebrow, cutting off my nervous rambling with a lazy grin.

"You want me to help you build your project?"

I nodded, cheeks burning.

He tapped his chin, pretending to consider. "Hmm. What’s in it for me?"

I blinked, panic spiking. "I could pay you?"

He chuckled, a low rumble that did wicked things to my insides.

"Don’t want your money, sweetheart," he said. "Tell you what. You owe me a favour."

"A favour?"

"Yeah." His grin widened. "Could be anything. A ride somewhere. Help with homework. Carrying my gear. Whatever I feel like cashin' in."

The way he said it casual, almost lazy made my heart skip a traitorous beat.

I should have been wary. I should have said no.

But instead, I found myself nodding.

"Alright," I whispered. "A favour."

His eyes lit up, mischief and something darker flickering behind them.

"Deal," he said, hopping off the bonnet with a thud. He sauntered towards me, stopping way too close, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of smoke and leather clinging to him.

"Lead the way, princess," he murmured, voice curling around my brain like smoke. "Let’s get to work."

Eddie’s van was a mess papers, guitar picks, cassette tapes everywhere but somehow it suited him.

He insisted on blasting Black Sabbath as he soldered wires together, tongue poking out slightly in concentration, muscles flexing under his ratty T-shirt.

I sat on the floor, trying not to stare, trying not to let my mind wander.

It was hopeless.

Every time he made a snarky comment, every time he shot me a grin over his shoulder, every time he brushed past me, my heart threatened to break free of my ribs.

I was utterly, pathetically, hopelessly infatuated.

And he knew it.

I caught him smirking to himself more than once, like he could feel the tension crackling between us, like he was revelling in it.

At one point, he crouched down beside me to explain a connection, our knees bumping.

He pointed to the circuit board, his hand brushing mine, slow and deliberate.

"You’re shaking, sweetheart," he murmured, voice practically sinful. "You nervous? I don’t bite."

Not unless you ask me to, I thought wildly, biting the inside of my cheek.

"I’m fine," I squeaked instead.

He chuckled, dark and delighted.

"Liar."

By the time we finished, it was nearly dark.

The project looked... incredible. Way better than anything I could have pulled off alone.

I stared at it in awe, hands trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline.

Eddie stood back, arms crossed, watching me.

"So," he said. "Was I worth the risk?"

I blinked up at him.

"What?"

He shrugged, casual. "You didn’t want to ask me, right? Thought I’d laugh in your face. Tell you to piss off."

I swallowed hard. "I never thought you were a freak."

His eyes softened, just a fraction, and my chest squeezed.

"Yeah?" he said, voice almost gentle.

I nodded. "Yeah."

For a moment, the air between us felt heavy, charged.

He took a step closer, eyes never leaving mine.

"You ever need anything again, darlin’," he murmured, voice low and rough, "you come to me. Understand?"

I nodded again, helpless.

"Good girl," he said, and the praise hit me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath.

Before I could recover, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, fingers lingering just a second too long.

Then he stepped back, smirking.

"I’ll be cashin’ in that favour soon, sweetheart," he said, backing towards his van. "Don’t you forget it."

I watched him drive away, heart hammering against my ribs, knees weak.

And I knew deep in my bones that whatever favour Eddie Munson wanted, I was absolutely, hopelessly doomed to say yes.

It had been three days since Eddie Munson helped me with my science project. Three days of me replaying every word, every smirk, every brush of his fingers through my hair like some hopeless sap.

And three days of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I thought, maybe stupidly, that he’d forget. Maybe he was just winding me up about that "favour."

But when I opened my locker Friday morning, a scrap of notebook paper fluttered out and landed at my feet.

‘You owe me, sweetheart. Meet me behind the gym after last bell. Don’t be late. -Eddie’

I stared at it, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Behind the gym? What the hell was he planning?

I spent all day jumping at shadows. By the time the final bell rang, my palms were sweaty, my stomach a mess of nerves.

He was already there when I arrived lounging against the brick wall, battered leather jacket slung over one shoulder, chain on his jeans catching the sunlight.

When he spotted me, his grin lit up his whole face.

"There she is," he said, voice warm and teasing. "Was startin’ to think you’d chickened out."

"As if," I muttered, crossing my arms to hide how bloody shaky I felt.

He pushed off the wall and sauntered towards me, lazy and loose-limbed.

"Ready to cash in that favour, princess?"

I swallowed. "What exactly does it involve?"

He pretended to think, tapping his chin. "Hmm. Let’s call it... a not-date."

"A what?"

He laughed, grabbing my wrist gentle, but firm enough that my breath hitched and tugging me after him.

"You’ll see," he said. "Come on. You’re burnin’ daylight."

Turned out, Eddie’s idea of a "not-date" was driving half an hour out of town in his rattling van, windows down, music blaring.

He didn’t say where we were going. Didn’t even give me a chance to protest.

He just kept throwing me these sideways glances, smirking every time he caught me sneaking a look at him.

Which, honestly, was often.

How could I not? The way the wind ruffled his curls, the way he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music it was like something out of a dream.

Eventually, he pulled off onto a dirt road, tires kicking up dust.

"You’re not gonna murder me and leave me in a ditch, are you?" I joked, only half teasing.

He shot me a wicked grin. "Depends. You scream a lot?"

I made a strangled sound, and he laughed like it was the best thing he’d ever heard.

We finally stopped at a little clearing tall grass, wildflowers, the whole lot. At the edge was a battered old blanket spread out under a tree.

My mouth dropped open.

"You set this up?"

He shrugged, like it was no big deal. "Thought you deserved a break after all that sciencing."

He grabbed a cooler from the back of the van and sauntered over to the blanket, plonking himself down with a dramatic sigh.

"Well?" he said, patting the space beside him. "You gonna stand there gawkin' all day, or you gonna come enjoy my five-star hospitality?"

I couldn’t help it I laughed. Really laughed.

And before I knew it, I was sinking down beside him, the late afternoon sun warm on my skin.

He’d packed sandwiches slightly squashed, but somehow charming and two cans of warm soft drink.

We talked about everything and nothing music, books, how shit Hawkins was and I found myself relaxing more with every passing minute.

Eddie was easy to talk to. Eddie was dangerous.

Because the more I laughed at his ridiculous jokes, the more I caught him looking at me like I hung the bloody moon, the deeper I sank.

And somewhere between arguing about the best Metallica album and watching the clouds drift lazily overhead, the air shifted.

I caught him watching me properly watching me and my stomach twisted itself into knots.

"What?" I said, half laughing, half terrified.

He shrugged, but there was something serious under the easy smile.

"You’re not what I expected," he said.

I blinked. "You expected me to be a bitch?"

He snorted. "Nah. Expected you to be... I dunno. Too good for the likes of me."

My heart cracked right down the middle.

"You’re not a freak, Eddie," I said, voice fierce.

He smiled, slow and soft, and God help me, I wanted to kiss him.

Maybe he saw it on my face. Maybe he was feeling the exact same thing.

Because a second later, he leaned in achingly slow, giving me time to pull away if I wanted to.

I didn’t.

His lips brushed mine, tentative at first, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

But when I sighed into him when I fisted my hands in the worn denim of his jacket he groaned low in his throat and kissed me properly.

Hot. Messy. Desperate.

It wasn’t neat or perfect, but it was real.

He cradled the back of my head in one hand, the other gripping my waist, pulling me against him like he couldn’t bear to leave even an inch of space.

When we finally broke apart, gasping, he rested his forehead against mine.

"Still not a date," he whispered, breathless.

I laughed, giddy and dizzy and completely lost.

"Definitely not a date," I agreed, voice shaking.

But we both knew we were lying.

The sun dipped lower, casting everything in gold.

We lay tangled together on the blanket, Eddie tracing lazy circles on my hip with calloused fingers, making my whole body shiver.

His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, skimming over bare skin light, teasing touches that left me aching.

I turned my head, catching his gaze.

He looked so wrecked hair wild, pupils blown wide, mouth swollen from kissing.

"Can I?" he started, voice rough.

I answered by tugging him down to me, desperate for more.

His hand slid higher, cupping my breast through the thin fabric of my bra, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

I gasped into his mouth, arching into him.

He kissed down my jaw, my throat, scattering rough, reverent kisses that made my toes curl.

"You’re so fuckin’ soft," he murmured against my skin, like he was drunk on it.

He kissed lower, pulling my shirt up to mouth at my stomach, each kiss making my muscles jump.

I buried my fingers in his hair, tugging gently, and he growled low in his throat.

He kissed along the waistband of my jeans, teeth scraping lightly, and I whimpered.

"Eddie," I whispered, desperate and shaking.

He lifted his head, eyes dark and burning.

"Tell me to stop," he said, voice a low rasp.

I shook my head, pulling him back up to kiss me again, harder this time.

Clothes were pushed aside, touches growing more frantic, and when he finally slid inside me, it wasn’t hurried or rough it was slow, deep, aching.

Like he was trying to memorise every second. Like he needed it as much as I did.

Afterwards, we lay tangled together, breathing hard, Eddie’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare back.

"You still think this wasn’t a date?" I mumbled against his chest, too blissed out to move.

He chuckled, low and smug.

"Nah, sweetheart," he said, pressing a kiss to my hair. "This was definitely a date."

I smiled, tucking myself closer against him.

For once, I didn’t care about reputations or gossip or any of the bullshit waiting for us back in Hawkins.

All that mattered was Eddie warm, solid, real holding me like he never wanted to let go.

Keeping things quiet sounded easy in theory.

In reality?

It was bloody impossible.

Especially when Eddie Munson was involved.

It started small. Little things.

The way he'd find me in the corridors between classes, brushing his fingers over mine when nobody was looking.

The way I'd catch him staring at me during lunch, this soft, stupid smile on his face, like he couldn't help himself.

The way he'd mouth something utterly filthy across the room something that turned my face scarlet and made me nearly choke on my sandwich then wink like the cocky bastard he was.

We were awful at hiding it.

Like, truly pathetic.

It didn’t help that Eddie was absolutely no help whatsoever. If anything, he enjoyed the risk of getting caught.

He’d catch me in the library, brush past just a bit too close, then smirk when I dropped my pen.

He’d mouth "Later, sweetheart" as he sauntered past my desk in science, leaving me a flustered, stammering mess.

And he always looked so bloody pleased with himself afterwards.

The rumours started before the week was out.

I heard snippets in the girls' toilets.

"Did you see the way Munson looked at her?" "Swear I saw them sneaking off together behind the gym." "She could do better, surely?"

It should've made me nervous.

Instead, every whisper made me feel a little giddy, a little more reckless.

Because for once, I didn't care what people thought.

I liked Eddie Munson. And he somehow, unbelievably liked me right back.

I should've known he wouldn't let it lie.

It was a Tuesday, halfway through lunch, when he did it.

I was sitting with some of my friends, pretending not to watch Eddie across the room even though he was making it impossible by looking over every thirty bloody seconds.

I was mid-sip of my drink when suddenly, bang the screech of a chair dragging across the floor made me jump.

Everyone turned to look.

And there was Eddie standing on the lunch table like a man possessed, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

I nearly died on the spot.

He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, loud enough to shake the rafters:

"Alright, Hawkins High! Since you’re all so bloody nosy" (I buried my face in my hands.) "let me clear a few things up, yeah?"

A few people laughed. Others were just gawping, forks halfway to their mouths.

"I am head over heels for Y/N," Eddie declared, voice ringing out, proud and utterly shameless. "Completely, stupidly, hopelessly in love with her."

The cafeteria exploded.

Cheers, whistles, people banging on tables.

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

But then he looked at me properly looked all soft eyes and secret smiles, and something in my chest just melted.

"Y/N," he said, over the noise. "Come up here, sweetheart."

I shook my head furiously, laughing.

"No way!"

"C’mon," he coaxed, reaching out a hand. "Don’t leave me hangin’."

People started chanting.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Before I could lose my nerve, I scrambled up not very gracefully onto the table, gripping his hand tight.

He pulled me close, grinning like a lunatic.

"You ready to really give ‘em somethin’ to talk about?" he whispered.

And then he kissed me.

Right there, in front of everyone.

It wasn’t a quick peck, either. It was full-on, dizzy, toe-curling, I never want to stop kissing.

The cafeteria went mental.

Wolf-whistles, clapping, someone actually started banging a tray like a drum.

When we finally broke apart, breathing hard, Eddie was beaming.

"We’re so bloody busted," I panted, half laughing, half terrified.

And right on cue

"MR MUNSON! MISS Y/L/N!" A furious shout from across the room.

Mr. Clarke, the science teacher, red-faced and charging towards us.

Eddie grabbed my hand, his eyes sparkling with pure mischief.

"Run!"

We leapt down from the table nearly sending the lunches on it flying and tore out of the cafeteria, hand in hand, both of us laughing so hard we could barely breathe.

"GET BACK HERE!" Clarke bellowed behind us.

"Not a chance!" Eddie yelled back, cackling like a madman.

We sprinted down the corridor, past the lockers, past the stunned faces of other students peeking out of classrooms.

My heart was pounding, adrenaline singing through my veins.

We finally burst through the side doors into the sunlight, collapsing against the wall, gasping for air.

Eddie looked at me, flushed and breathless and utterly beautiful.

"You’re mad," I wheezed, still laughing.

He grinned, wide and wicked. "Yeah, but you love it."

And bloody hell, I really, really did.

I grabbed his jacket, pulled him down, and kissed him again fierce and giddy and completely, utterly in love.

From inside, we could still hear Clarke shouting.

"Think he’s gonna kill us?" I murmured against his lips.

Eddie just laughed, wrapping his arms tight around me.

"Totally worth it, sweetheart," he said.

And I believed him.

Every bloody word.

[kingkatsuki]

→ Navi → About Me → Rules → Ko-fi → Ask → Main Masterlist

→ Thirst Posts

Eddie Munson → Cherry Bomb. ↳ College is becoming far too stressful and you just need to find a way to relax- luckily for you the local dealer has the perfect solution. 6.5k. → Temptation. ↳ Your friend is determined to drag you to a basketball squad house party, hoping that you’ll finally score a date with a member of the team, but unfortunately for her you only have eyes for Eddie Munson. 8.3k. → Early To Rise. ↳ Eddie’s alarm wakes you up a little too early and you’re determined to get a few more minutes of sleep, unfortunately for you- your boyfriend has other ideas. 3.4k. → Desperate. ↳ It’s a hot summers day and Eddie’s taking you to Lovers Lake. Being the kind caring boyfriend he is wants to make sure you stay hydrated- the only problem now is that you really, really need to pee. 2.6k. → Dial Tones. (multi-chap) ↳ Starting a job as a phone sex operator was supposed to be temporary, you were just trying to earn enough money to move out of your parents home and pay off your loans. The biggest rules were don’t tell your clients any personal information, and definitely don’t fall in love. But you hadn’t counted on one of your clients being Eddie Munson. ?k.

[solarswonderland]

HAVEN: CHAPTER 11

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wc: 4.2k

Julie walked into the house, letting the door slam behind her as she tossed her backpack onto the table with a dull thud.

"Will? We gotta do your project, right? Come on, buddy," she called out, her voice cutting through the silence of the empty house.

Nothing.

She let out a sigh, placing her hands on her hips and glancing around the quiet space. Of course, nobody was home.

Her brows furrowed as something clicked. "Wait a second..." Her eyes widened, and she groaned aloud. "His project's due next week! God, I'm losing it."

Throwing her hands up in exasperation, she muttered, "Fucking hell," and grabbed her keys. If Will wasn't here, there was no point sticking around.

She decided to head over to Nancy's house, figuring Nancy and Jonathan would've been back by now—it had been ages. Pulling up to the curb, Julie turned off the engine and glanced toward the house, only to spot Steve Harrington pacing near the front door. He was clutching a bouquet of red roses, muttering under his breath.

Julie squinted, watching as Steve ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "I love you, I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely audible. After a beat, he paused and scoffed at himself. "I'm sorry? The hell am I sorry for?"

Julie leaned out of her car window yelling his name when suddenly, another voice rang out in perfect unison with hers.

"Steve!"

Startled, Julie snapped her head to the side and locked eyes with Dustin Henderson, who stood a few feet away, wide-eyed and slightly out of breath.

"What are you doing here?" they both blurted simultaneously, their voices overlapping.

There was a brief moment of mutual confusion before they both shrugged, brushing it off like it wasn't worth the effort to figure out. Together, they walked toward Steve, who looked more bewildered by the second.

"Hey, what are you guys—" Steve started, only to be interrupted.

"Are those for Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler?" Dustin asked, his tone dripping with suspicion as he pointed to the roses in Steve's hands.

Steve blinked. "...No?"

"Good," Dustin said flatly, snatching the bouquet out of Steve's hands with zero hesitation and sauntering off like he owned the place.

Steve stood frozen for a moment, his mouth slightly open in disbelief.

"Hey—what the hell?!" Steve finally spluttered, jogging after Dustin, who casually tossed the flowers into the back seat of Steve's car.

"Nancy isn't home," Dustin said without looking back, as if that explained everything.

"Where is she?" Steve asked. His eyes darted to Julie, silently pleading for an answer.

Julie hesitated, chewing the inside of her cheek. Only she, Jonathan, and Nancy knew where Nancy was, and Steve showing up wasn't part of the plan.

"Doesn't matter," Dustin cut in, his tone sharp and dismissive. He shot a glance at Steve, as if daring him to argue. "We have bigger problems than your love life, Harrington."

Dustin opened the car's back door again, climbing in with the confidence of someone who'd already decided how the next hour was going to play out. "You still have that bat?" he asked, leaning forward.

Steve blinked, his brow furrowing. "Bat? What bat?"

"The one with the nails," Dustin replied, rolling his eyes.

Steve hesitated, his voice tinged with unease. "Why?"

"I'll tell you later, on the way," Dustin said with a wave of his hand, brushing off the question like it was irrelevant. He glanced at Julie with a grin. "Julie, you're coming too. The more the merrier."

Julie raised an eyebrow, debating whether she really wanted to get roped into whatever this was. She let out a resigned sigh and slid into the passenger seat.

Steve turned to her, his expression a mix of exasperation and disbelief. His face practically screamed, Are you seeing this?

Julie smirked, leaning back against the seat. "Welcome to the circus, Harrington," she said, patting the dashboard.

Steve groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he climbed into the driver's seat. "You're all insane. All of you," he muttered before starting the engine.

"Wait a sec—how big?" Steve finally asked, breaking the uneasy silence after Dustin recounted the entire story about Dart.

Dustin held up his fingers close together. "First, he was like that." Then he widened the gap between his fingers. "Now he's like this big."

Steve raised an eyebrow, trying to process what he just heard, but Julie beat him to it. "I swear to God, man, this is some kind of little lizard—"

"It's not a lizard—" Dustin interjected.

"How do you know?" Julie shot back, crossing her arms.

"How do I know if it's not a lizard?" Dustin echoed incredulously.

"Yes—how do you know if it's not a lizard?" Julie pressed, arching a brow.

Dustin took a deep breath, his tone sharp. "Because its face opened up and it ate my cat."

The words hung in the air, cold and heavy. Steve and Julie widened their eyes, the casual bickering forgotten. After a beat of stunned silence, Julie muttered, "Fair enough."

The trio pulled into Dustin's driveway. Steve stepped out, popped the trunk, and grabbed his bat, its nails glinting ominously under the faint porch light. He tossed his keys to Dustin, who fumbled them before barely catching hold.

"Smooth," Steve deadpanned, slinging the bat over his shoulder as they headed toward the red doors of the cellar behind Dustin's house. Julie held her flashlight steady, the beam cutting through the darkness as all three stared at the door in tense anticipation.

Seconds stretched into an uneasy silence.

"I don't hear shit," Steve finally said, his voice flat.

"He's in there," Dustin insisted, his voice a little defensive.

Steve glanced between Dustin, Julie, and the cellar door, scepticism etched all over his face. With a sharp exhale, he stepped forward and tapped the bat against the door. The hollow thud of wood echoed. Nothing. He hit it again. Still nothing.

Steve spun around, fixing Dustin with an unamused glare. "Alright, listen, kid, I swear if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you're dead," he said, flashing his flashlight directly into Dustin's face.

Dustin squinted against the beam, shoving it away with a hand. "It's not a prank. Get outta my face."

Julie sighed, her patience thinning. "You got a key for this thing?"

Dustin quickly retrieved the key, and together they pushed open the cellar door, the hinges creaking in protest. They peered into the darkness cautiously before stepping inside, each move slow and deliberate. Julie reached for the light bulb's string, giving it a quick tug.

The dim glow illuminated the damp cellar. It smelled faintly of mold and rot, but that wasn't what made Julie freeze in her tracks. Her flashlight beam landed on something in the corner, slick and fleshy, glinting wetly in the faint light.

"Steve..." Her voice was low but urgent. "Get your bat."

"Why, what's—" Steve's words cut off as his eyes followed her flashlight beam. His grip on the bat tightened.

He stepped forward cautiously, nudging the thing with the bat's nailed end. Picking it up, he held it out for Dustin to see. The thing dangled grotesquely, its glistening texture making Dustin grimace.

"Ah, shit," Dustin muttered under his breath.

Julie's gaze shifted, catching sight of a small hole in the wall at the back of the cellar. Her flashlight traced the opening, revealing a tunnel that seemed to stretch endlessly into the earth.

"Dart must've gone in there," she said quietly, her words carrying a weight of realisation.

All three of them exited the cellar, a collective sigh of frustration escaping them. Outside, Julie stopped abruptly, an idea sparking in her mind. "I think I know how to lure it." Without waiting for an answer, she snagged Steve's keys from his hand and marched toward the car.

"Hey—that's my car!" Steve shouted, following her.

"Sorry, it's mine now," Julie said with a cheeky smirk as she climbed into the driver's seat.

Her grin caught Steve off guard, a sudden, unfamiliar warmth spreading in his chest. What the hell was that? he wondered, bewildered. It wasn't just his chest—it felt like something deep inside him had shifted, and he didn't know why. "Whatever." he muttered to himself before getting in the car.

After a quick stop at the meat store, they drove into the forest, parking the car deep in the shadows of the towering trees. The air was heavy with tension as they slipped on bright yellow gloves.

Julie hauled one of the buckets of meat out of the trunk, groaning under the weight. Beside her, Steve grabbed another, muttering under his breath about regretting everything.

Just as they were unloading the gear, Dustin's walkie-talkie crackled to life.

"Lucas?" Dustin said, turning away from them to speak into the device. He wandered off to a quieter spot, leaving Steve and Julie to do the grunt work.

Steve huffed, rolling his eyes. "Wow. He really left us to do all the hard lifting. Kids," he muttered, hefting another bucket.

Julie smirked, glancing at him. "Yeah, welcome to my world."

Steve shot her a side-eye, and despite the tension, the corner of his lips quirked up.

"Okay, so let me get this straight—you kept something you knew was probably dangerous to impress a girl... who you just met?" Steve asked Dustin, his voice dripping with incredulity as they trudged along the train tracks, tossing chunks of meat behind them.

"All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things," Dustin snapped, narrowing his eyes at Steve.

"Why would a girl like a nasty slug anyway?" Steve asked, genuine confusion in his tone.

"Nasty slugs are cool..." Julie muttered under her breath, staring at the ground. Dustin's eyebrows shot up as if to say, See?

"An interdimensional slug, because it's awesome," Dustin clarified, his voice full of defensive pride.

"Well, even if she thought it was cool—" Steve said, pausing only to hear Julie cut in dryly.

"Which she doesn't," she quipped, earning an exasperated glare from Dustin.

"—I just feel like you're trying too hard, you know?" Steve finished.

"Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?" Dustin grumbled.

"It's not about the hair, man. The key with girls is just... act like you don't care."

"Okay, now that's horrible advic—" Julie began, her voice rising with protest.

"Even if you do care?" Dustin asked, his eyes squinting in confusion.

"Exactly. It drives them nuts," Steve said with a cocky shrug.

"Don't—don't listen to him! That's horrible advice!" Julie exclaimed, her hands flying up in exasperation.

"Really? Did you not hear the part about it driving them nuts?" Steve retorted.

"It won't drive them nuts; it'll drive them away from you," Julie countered, throwing him a withering look.

"Okay, Miss I-kissed-a-boy-when-I-was-7-and-I'm-still-not-over-it." Steve smirked.

"Hey, that's not fair. That was one cute boy," she shot back, her cheeks warming despite herself.

"Wait—what do you do after that?" Dustin asked, tilting his head as if genuinely pondering the steps to success.

"Why are you listening to his trash-bag advice?" Julie said, looking to Dustin for support, but Steve cut her off smoothly.

"You just wait... until you feel it."

"Feel what?" Dustin asked, his tone skeptical.

"It's like... you can't see it, but you can feel it, you know? Like, uh... electricity," Steve explained, waving his hands for emphasis.

"Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere—"

"No, no, no, no." Steve waved Dustin off, frustrated. "Like a sexual electricity."

"How did you ever get girls?" Julie deadpanned, her brows furrowed in disbelief.

"Is that when you kiss her?" Dustin blurted out.

"Whoa, slow down, Romeo. Sure, okay, some girls, they want you to be aggressive. But others, you gotta be slow, gotta be stealthy. Like a ninja."

"What type is Nancy?" Dustin asked suddenly.

Steve let out a long sigh. The usual bravado in his tone softened. "Nancy's different. She's different than all the other girls."

"She seems pretty special, I guess," Dustin mused thoughtfully.

"Yeah, she is," Steve admitted quietly.

Julie didn't know why, but the way Steve talked about Nancy left her feeling uneasy, like a dull ache in her chest she couldn't quite name. She found herself slowing her pace, letting her footsteps fall behind theirs. It wasn't that she didn't want to hear it; it was that she couldn't.

The words tugged at something buried deep in her—something she wasn't ready to acknowledge yet. It wasn't jealousy, was it? You're insane. She told herself. That's your best friend's ex. What ever happened to girl code? Still, there was a pang there, one she couldn't ignore. She focused on the rhythm of throwing the meat onto the tracks, trying to shake the feeling away.

She was just tossing the last chunk when she heard Steve say, "...and you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray."

"Farrah Fawcett spray?" Julie repeated, barely managing to stifle her laughter. Dustin couldn't hold back his snort.

"Yeah, Farrah Fawcett spray. The two of you tell anyone I just said that, your ass is grass, you're dead. You understand?" Steve warned, his glare bouncing between them.

Julie and Dustin nodded solemnly, but their barely-contained giggles filled the air as they made their way toward the field, their laughter echoing in the distance.

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ೀ Rafe Cameron ⟢ Outer Banks

ೀ Jj Maybank ⟢ Outer Banks

ೀ Eric Draven ⟢The Crow 2024

ೀ Steddie ⟢ Stranger Things

ೀ Eddie Munson ⟢ Stranger Things

ೀ Steve Harrington ⟢ Stranger Things

ೀ Charlie Mayhew ⟢ Grotesquerie

ೀ Omegaverse Fics ⟢ Multi

Dividers by @anitalenia

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A Freak and a Basket Case Masterlist

An Eddie Munson x Fem!Hispanic!Reader series that I wanted to make as an OC fic, but I chickened out. For all the no sabo girlies out there.

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Chapter One- Seek and Destroy

Chapter Two- Made in Heaven

Chapter Three- No One Like You

Chapter Four- Paranoid

Chapter Five- I’m A Marionette

Chapter Six- Wonderful Tonight

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Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Steddie - Love is an Open Door