you can’t shake the jealousy when you see steve talking with his ex, nancy. (2.8k)
crash into me (and take my heart) (angst + hurt/comfort)
being in love with your best friend is complicated, but when a car crash leaves steve injured and both of you stranded in the middle of nowhere, you can’t ignore your feelings any longer. (4k)
sniffles and sneezes (fluff)
when steve stops answering your calls, you expect the worst. what you find instead is a sick, miserable boyfriend who insists he’s dying. (2k)
♡ sweep you away (fluff + crack)
when steve wakes up in the hospital after a crawl gone wrong, he falls for the pretty girl at his bedside, not realizing she’s already his girlfriend. (1.8k)
can you keep a secret? (smut)
steve takes a promotion to coach first-year college baseball, he expects easy money and zero stress. what he doesn’t expect is you; a rule-breaking, mouthy distraction who constantly pushes his buttons. (5k)
♡ all that matters (angst + hurt/comfort)
borrowing steve’s car ends in a crash that destroys his beloved BMW, leaving you terrified of his reaction, except he couldn’t care less about the car. (2.1k)
breaking in (crack)
after a fight and days of being ghosted, steve decides he can’t wait any longer to apologize. sneaking in at 2 a.m. feels romantic to him, until you mistake him for an intruder. (2k)
♡ you're screwing my sister?! (fluff + hurt/comfort + crack)
the (4) times you successfully hide your relationship from your brother and the (1) time dustin catches you with steve. (6.5k)
mine, all mine (fluff + smut)
you’re not thrilled to find the new teacher flirting with your man—especially since steve forgot to mention he has a girlfriend. so when valentine’s day comes and she gets too bold, you decide to teach him a lesson. (5.1k)
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You will find the characters: Johnny Storm, Peter Parker, John Walker, Bucky Barnes, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jack Abbot, Robby Robinavitch, and Clark kent in this masterlist.
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Smut is marked with * No use of Y/N on my fics.
*The sex pollen vault
Marvel
Peter Parker
*Mask on, fuck it, mask off | sex pollen: You’re spider-man’s closest thing to a friend since the world forgot his name…all without him ever taking the mask off. His true identity has always been a barrier between you two, but what happens when he gets hit with the pollen, and not only him, but the creature lurking inside him fixates on the only person he gets to call home?
For the rest of my PP fics you can check my old masterlist. All those works are from 2019 though, and my writing has improved a lot since then so just beware 😭🤍
Johnny Storm
The Evermore Series
After an attack on the Baxter Building threatens the family, every trace of evidence points to you being a traitor. Johnny is torn between believing you, the one he’s been in love with since day one, or his own blood. And while they question your loyalty, no one knows what you’re really hiding: a secret growing inside your belly, one that has Johnny’s name written all over it.
Chapters | Completed (52k+)
1. Evermore | 2. Forevermore*
The Lover Series
Everything was perfect. Engaged to the love of your life, a wedding around the corner, days filled with love and planning forever, until…the accident. You wake up one day with no memory of Johnny, and now he has to prove that if he made you fall in love with him once, he can do it all over again.
Series Masterlist | On going (24k+)
1. Soon you'll get better | 2. Death by a Thousand Cuts | 3 | 4 |
One shots
Two Heartbeats: You agree to help Reed test his new baby scanner for Sue, so he can collect some baseline data from a non pregnant woman. But when the screen lights up with a tiny heartbeat, you realize you’ve got some crazy news to break to Johnny.
*Guilty pleasures: Johnny is your best friend’s dad. After you break up with your boyfriend, she convinces you to join her on an all paid resort trip with her father. You know he’s forbidden fruit, but after lots of longing stares, midnight beach walks, shared desserts, and a shirtless Johnny jogging along the shoreline, things get too hot between you. He wants to prove he can make your ex’s mistakes right himself, and inevitably turns into the guiltiest pleasure you could ever have.
*It’s getting hot in here (sex pollen): While analyzing space plants in Sue’s lab, you get infected with sex pollen. Johnny, hotshot, flirty as hell, and definitely not yours (yet) starts looking a little too good in those tight pants. You try to fight it, until you find yourself begging him to save you.
When Johnny met you: Johnny Storm needs a change in his life. So when he goes looking for an apartment to move out of the Baxter Building and live a “normal life”, he ends up being your roommate. As you both struggle with the highs and lows of dating in New York, through shared takeout on the living room floor and dances under the refrigerator light, you may realize what you needed has always been right in front of you…or in the room next door.
Get a Johnny!: Bad cramps don’t let you sleep. You hesitate to call Johnny because you think you’re not there with him yet, but after nothing helps, you give in. Turns out having a boyfriend with fire hot powers comes very in handy.
Enchanted to meet you: When Johnny is sent to investigate suspicious steam coming out of a sewer, he doesn’t expect a woman from another dimension to climb out of it. You look at him like he’s your knight in shining armor, and he realizes very soon you possess the ability to completely derail his life.
*The Fate of Ophelia (Vampire!Johnny Storm): One drop of your blood could bring a vampire’s cold heart back to life. It’s the kind of blood they kill for. You’ve spent your life hidden, protected, alone in your castle…until Johnny Storm came for you. He's cocky, annoying, and imposible to ignore. A “good” vampire sent to defend your land. You’re everything he’s not allowed to want. But he looks at you like he can’t choose whether to kiss or kill you. How long until he decides which one?
Part 2. Pledge allegiance to your hands: You decide to put Johnny’s supernatural strength to good use, making him rearrange your ancient furniture, but he finds a better way to use his hands…and other things to rearrange.
*The sexy part of it: Ever since Franklin was born, Johnny’s had this peculiar feeling…baby fever. He decides he wants that for him, for you, but he doesn’t bring it up to you in a normal conversation, no, one day he just decides he needs to put a baby in you.
Baby Torch: You thought having a baby with Johnny was crazy enough, until your fourth month old flames on at 2 am. It’s scary, it’s overwhelming, but it’s also the most beautiful thing Johnny Storm has ever seen.
Ruin the Friendship: Oblivious best friend!Johnny who doesn’t realize he’s in love with you, but can’t understand why he’s so upset that you’ve been hanging out with another guy and distancing yourself from him.
Man's best friend: You thought you were dogsitting a puppy. Turns out you got handed a labrador with too much energy…who immediately tackles Johnny Storm at the park. Johnny, certified lover boy, ends up claiming fate just set you up romcom style.
Am I allowed to cry?: You read in a magazine the trend of asking your boyfriend “Am I allowed to get fries?” in front of the waitress to see his reaction, and you decide to put your very devoted, very dramatic boyfriend–who literally gives you anything you want–to the test.
Would you still love me if I was a worm: There’s nothing better than making out with Johnny, until he’s exactly where you want him: breathless, flushed and distracted just enough for you to make some silly questions.
Drabbles
Johnny loves women, Johnny loves when you wear his shirts
Dad!Johnny headcanons
Johnny + baby fever
Girl dad or boy dad?
Showing his baby the rocketship through the window.
Johnny + a baby sling
When the baby looks exactly like you
Johnny Headcanons
Rockstar!Johnny Storm
His love language
His tight shirts/clothing
John Walker
Are we out of the woods yet?: You and John Walker are nothing more than two idiots who can’t stand each other. But when a mission goes wrong and you fall through cracking ice, he does everything in his power to keep you alive.
*Come right on me—I mean, camaraderie: You can't help the inappropriate thoughts that come out of your mouth during a mission, and John has to teach you a lesson, or multiple, about it.
*Have you ever tried this one?: John had been away on a long mission. A month of nothing but his fist and filthy thoughts of you, edging himself to save it all for you. Every last drop. So when he catches you singing some dirty song about needing it deep? You get exactly what you asked for.
*Supersoldiers in Paris (sex pollen) John x reader x Bucky: Retrieving vials from an abandoned Red Room facility gets you infected with sex pollen. You may have to make a stop in Paris with John and Bucky before you can get back home.
*Short n' sweet (short!reader): You leave quite an impression, short and sweet to be exact. John is obsessed. The way he can mandhandle you. Lift you up to reach things. Cage you under his body while his hand covers your entire face.
Would you still love me if I was a worm: You hit John with a stupid question, he takes it too seriously.
Moral of the story: You never expected to be blindly sent to kill your ex-husband, but when you cross paths again in looping shame rooms, it’s like going through the pain all over again.
*Just a minute?: Walker loves to run that big mouth of his, always mocking your stamina in the field. But when you get him under you, turns out he doesn’t last that long either.
*Eyes on me: John makes you watch yourself as he plays with you in front of a mirror.
Alone in this shitty world (Bucky Barnes x reader x platonic!John Walker): After Yelena’s sudden outburst, the group scatters. And, as if this wasn’t already the weirdest day of your life, you find yourself reaching to comfort the last person you ever thought you'd feel sorry for, John Walker.
John Headcanons
John Walker + pet names/nicknames.
John Walker + singing.
Bucky Barnes
Would you still love me if I was a worm: A stupid little question turns into a heated makeout session. Your teammates hate to see it, one doesn’t
*Next door: You thought you were being quiet when you touched yourself. It wasn’t Bucky’s fault he could hear everything from his bed next door every single time. And when you moan his name out loud, he’s done pretending he doesn’t hear.
Do you know who I am? / Part 2: After breaking Zemo out of prison, Sam and Bucky try to hide him and you’re left to distract John Walker, so you take it as your chance to spit some words at the "New Captain America”.
Hold me until it hurts less: Bucky has nightmares. You have nightmares. Sometimes he helps you with yours and you help him with his.
Thunderbolts
Nothing’s gonna stop us: An attempt at homemade cookies, ridiculous requests to Valentina and a karaoke night will have you finding out you have a few hidden singers in your team.
Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
*But daddy I love him: There’s two clear rules in your house. No boys while dad isn’t home and ALWAYS keep the door open three inches. Tonight Hopper’s out late and you decide to break both, until he’s banging at your door as Eddie trips over his own clothes trying to get out alive.
*I think he knows: Eddie accidentally walks in on Steve fucking you in a WSQK storage closet. He thinks he’s doomed to a life of fantasizing over you with the only company of his right hand, until…Steve himself offers him a golden ticket straight to your bed: a threesome.
This is our year: Two years after leaving Hawkins behind to chase Eddie’s dreams in LA, you return to Indiana for Dustin’s graduation and get surprised by his speech. Later, in a wholesome reunion at the WSQK rooftop, old friendships rekindle as a small secret waits to slip out.
Merry Christmas, I miss you: Christmas hits harder since your best friend left town to chase his dreams, and hasn’t talked to you in months. As you reminisce what life was with Eddie by your side, all you can think about is calling, and telling him how much you miss him. You don’t expect him to say it back…but he ends up saying so much more.
Rubik's Cube: Eddie loves watching you getting ready. His full undivided attention is on you…until he finds a little Rubik’s cube on one of your shelves. Naturally, he just has to prove he can get it done under a minute.
Last Christmas: It’s Christmas Eve, and instead of celebrating back home, you find yourself visiting Eddie’s grave. Because last Christmas you gave him your heart, and unfortunately, he took it with him wherever souls go when they leave people behind.
Sweetheart, I would’ve drowned in melancholy: When you ask Eddie what would’ve happened if you’d never met, he says he would’ve been destined to a fate of melancholy and drowning…aka he fell in love with you, and that saved him.
Drabbles
*Not a single thought: Eddie fucks you so good sometimes you can only say “thank you”.
Eddie things: Eddie likes to collect little trinkets; bottle caps, old guitar picks, pretty rocks, pressed flowers, to give them to you.
Not a big deal: Eddie thought birthdays weren’t that important, until you said yours wasn’t, and suddenly it’s all he cares about.
Eddie Headcanons
Steve Harrington
*I think he knows: Eddie accidentally walks in on Steve fucking you in a WSQK storage closet. He thinks he’s doomed to a life of fantasizing over you with the only company of his right hand, until…Steve himself offers him a golden ticket straight to your bed: a threesome.
Don't you, Stevie?: Steve’s packing, you’ve known–and enjoyed it–for years. No one else needs to know that, but that becomes a problem when you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut about it…and Robin doesn’t help either.
For Good: Steve and you had history together…and then Eddie happened. As your “best friend”, you waited for Steve to care. He waited for you to let him in. Neither of you moved on. Now, months of grief and guilt explode in one awful fight that might break you for good.
The Pitt
Jack Abbot
Gorgeous: You’ve been secretly losing your mind over Dr. Abbot for months. One slip on ice later, and your giant crush on the night attending becomes everyone’s business thanks to a concussion and a mouth that won’t stop calling him gorgeous.
The Great War: Years after your separation, life throws you back into Jack Abbot’s orbit in the worst way possible, carrying a devastating diagnosis that could be the reason your marriage fell apart in the first place: a tumor that may had erased the part of you that fell in love with him all those years back. And he’s not ready to lose you twice.
Part 2 - Morning Glory: After Jack learns about a tumor in your head, all the old bitterness of your separation stops mattering. Now he’s chasing surgeons across the country as he watches the woman he still loves slip further away. But what terrifies him the most, is the relentless, exhausting, yet beautiful war of choosing you everyday, even when you keep unintentionally hurting him.
*I can see you: New city, new hospital, new job. You give yourself one last day to be free before your first shift, and happy hour ends with a stranger on your bed. The real problem starts the next morning, when he shows up in the same ED answering to “Dr. Abbot.”
Baby Jane Abbot Series
Baby Jane Abbot: After deciding to foster Baby Jane Doe, the Abbot household faces a sleepless afternoon. As Jack rocks her back to sleep, you both realize the word “foster” starts to feel less like a temporary label.
Poppy: Years after adopting baby Jane Doe, you get a call from Robby telling you about another abandoned child at PTMC. The news brings the past painfully close, and your daughter starts questioning you about her own story.
Series drabbles
First birthday
Michael Robby Robinavitch
Sunshine & midnight rain: Robby has convinced himself that a lake house, his lifelong dream, would be wasted on a man with no free time and no one to share it with. You, a bright new resident might be the person to finally make him believe he deserves it.
DC
Clark Kent
Some of these are on my side blog @404superman, go check it out!
*Sex pollen: When Clark gets poisoned with sex pollen, he tries everything in his power to stay away from you. Until he ends up crashing into your living room, and you have a god on his knees, with your name in his mouth and your body at his will.
*The necklace: You get Clark a silly little gift, a necklace with his ‘superman’ logo on it. He loves it when you bite it while he’s on top of you.
Soft boyfriend Clark
Check my old masterlist here. For characters like Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Thor, and Loki.
𑣲 pairing. will byers X f! reader 𑣲 wc. 1.8k 𑣲 genre. smut
𑣲 warnings. unprotected p in v, dom brat tamer! will, oral, teasing, swearing, spanking, dacryphilia, alt universe will byers!, intended lowercase.
𑣲 synopsis. you push will too far, and he shows you exactly what happens when you challenge him.
ᯓ★ first will smut ever, comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist! feedback is much appreciated!!
<𝟑 .ᐟ masterlist | st masterlist ⋆˚꩜｡ based on this ask.
you’d been mouthing off at him all day. little comments, eye rolls, pretending you didn’t hear him when he told you to get off the bed so he could finish packing. and will…will loved you, but he loved putting you in your place even more. you knew you pushed it too far when you said, "maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with controlling everything, you’d actually—" his jaw flexed and you felt your stomach flutter. "come here," he said, voice low in that tone that meant there was no arguing. you smirked anyway, kicking your legs over the edge of the bed. "and if i don’t?" his eyes narrowed, slow and dangerous. "you will." you opened your mouth to tease him again, but he grabbed your chin between his fingers firmly, not painfully, but enough to shut you up. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, pushing it down until your mouth hung open for him. "you want to act like a brat," he murmured, leaning close, "so you’re going to take what brats get." heat pooled in your stomach immediately.
he guided you to your knees with a hand on the back of your neck, your body obeying before your mind caught up. the carpet scratched lightly at your bare knees as he unbuckled his belt, slow on purpose, letting the metal clink just because he knew the sound made your breath hitch. "eyes on me," he said. you looked up, wide eyed, already teary in anticipation because you knew what he did to you, how deep he went, how intense he got when you pushed him and you loved every second of it. he smirked at the shine in your eyes. "that’s it. pretty even when you’re about to cry." your cheeks burned as you whispered still determined. "maybe i’ll bite." he grabbed your jaw again, firmer now. "try it." your thighs squeezed together. he slid his thumb along your lip again, pushing inside your mouth. you sucked it without thinking, earning a sharp exhale from him. "open," he ordered as he pulled his cock out of his pants. you did. he slid into your mouth in one slow, heavy push, thick and warm against your tongue, forcing your lips to stretch around him.
your eyes fluttered, watering already. "there you go," he said under his breath. "my brat, all talk until i get her right here." you moaned around him. he groaned at the vibration, fingers threading into your hair until he fisted it at the roots. then he pushed deeper. your throat tightened automatically, tears slipping out the corners of your eyes, and he watched them fall like it did something to him, because honestly it did. "fuck…" he whispered, brushing one of the tears with his thumb only to push your head back down again, guiding you in a steady rhythm. your spit dripped down your chin, his hips rocking slow at first, letting you struggle and adjust, listening to every shaky breath through your nose. "look at you," he said softly, voice shaking with restraint, "eyes all glossy, drooling for me…you like this. you like when i fuck your throat like you’re nothing." you whimpered around him, tears spilling faster. he groaned, head dropping back for a second before he pulled you off him with a wet gasp. a string of spit connected your lips to him, your chin messy, your eyes red and glossy.
you were breathing hard. he wiped your tears with his thumb again, not gentle, just enough to smear them. "say it," he said. your voice was wrecked. "say what?" he grabbed your hair, tilting your head back. "that you’re my brat. that you need me to tame you." you swallowed, trembling with need. "i’m your brat." "and?" "and i…i need you to tame me." his pupils blew wide. "good girl." he shoved his cock back down your throat, this time snapping his hips forward, and your throat took him deeper than before. your hands clawed weakly at his thighs, not to stop him, just because it was overwhelming in the best way. your vision blurred from the tears, from lack of air, from the sheer intensity of him using your mouth exactly how he wanted. "fuck, baby— look at you, taking it…crying for me…" he groaned, almost desperate, guiding your head faster. "such a good fucking brat." your throat burned, your eyes streamed, and the mix of pain and pleasure made your core throb so much it almost hurt. he moaned low and deep, lifting your head to slow down before he lost control too soon.
he pulled you off of him again, your lips swollen and wet, your breathing frantic. he stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. "you did so good," he whispered, kissing the tears on your face. "knew you would." you shivered, leaning into his touch, eyes half lidded with need. "get on the bed," he said, voice darkening again. "i’m not done taming you." you stumbled a little getting up from the floor, legs shaky, throat raw, spit still glistening on your chin as you undressed yourself, will watched every movement, chest rising and falling like he was holding himself back from grabbing you again. you crawled onto the bed like he told you to, your knees sinking into the mattress as you looked over your shoulder at him. "like this?" you said it on purpose, sweet voice, mocking innocence. his eyes darkened. "don’t play with me." you smirked. "then make me stop." he was on you in seconds. he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pushing your face into the pillows, your ass arched up perfectly for him. his hand slid up your spine, slow and claiming, until it wrapped around the back of your neck.
not squeezing, just holding you there, reminding you who was in control. "you can’t help yourself, can you?" he murmured against your ear. "you always have to push me." you wiggled your hips, teasing. "maybe i just like when you snap." he sighed under his breath, one hand squeezing your ass hard enough to make you gasp. then he spread you open, dragging his fingers along your soaked slit, groaning when he felt how wet you already were. "all that attitude," he said, rubbing you slowly, "and yet you’re dripping for me." your hips bucked. "shut up—" his hand cracked against your ass, the sound sharp in the room. your breath hitched, your eyes going wide against the pillow. "what was that?" he asked, palm resting warm on your skin. you swallowed. "n—nothing." "good girl." he didn’t give you time to think, he pushed his aching cock into you in one steady, deep thrust, filling you so fast and so fully that it punched a moan straight out of your throat. your fingers twisted in the sheets. "oh—fuck!" he gripped your hips and pulled you back onto him again, harder this time.
your breath broke into little sobs with every push, your eyes watering all over again. "there they are," he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face as he fucked you from behind. "those tears i like." you shivered. "i’m not— i’m not crying—" he grabbed your chin, pulling your head back so he could see your face. "don’t lie to me." a tear slipped down your cheek at the exact moment he slammed into you again, deeper, and you whimpered. he smirked against your cheek. "beautiful," he said softly, almost gentle, even while his hips were anything but. you felt your body melt, spine arching, pushing back on him without even meaning to. he noticed immediately and held your hips down, controlling the pace. "no," he said, voice low. "i fuck you. you don’t fuck yourself on me." you whined, trying to move anyway, your body desperate for more. he pinned you harder, thrusts slower, making your breath catch and your eyes roll every time he bottomed out. "look at you," he panted, leaning over you, chest pressed to your back. "so needy. my brat always pretends she doesn’t want me until i’m inside her."
you shook under him, overwhelmed, tears dripping onto the sheets. "will—" "what, baby?" "too—it’s too much~" he kissed your shoulder, sweet in a way that only made it worse. "you can take it." he slid one hand under your stomach, finding your clit with steady, slow circles that didn’t match the rough pace of his hips at all. that contrast made you gasp, your whole body tightening. "fuck! will~ please—ahh" "please what?" he asked, rubbing you just right, thrusting into you just hard enough to make your voice break. "use your words." you shook your head, overstimulated, legs shaking. he thrust harder, making your breath stutter. "say it," he whispered. you finally sobbed, "please—want to cum—please~" he groaned like the words hit him right in the chest. "such a good girl—shit." he fucked you faster his fingers working your clit until you were shaking so hard you couldn’t keep your hips steady. your climax built quick, sharp, ripping through you like your body couldn’t hold it back anymore. you came with a choked sob, tears spilling freely, your whole body tightening around him. you felt him shudder behind you, his breath hot against your neck as he held your hips still and fucked you through every wave.
"that’s it," he groaned. "cry for me— fuck!" your walls clenched around him so hard it pulled a rough moan out of his throat. he pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your back, wanting to see your face when he finished. you looked up at him, tears streaked across your cheeks, lips swollen, chest rising fast, biting your bottom lip hard as he stroked himself once, twice, and came hard all over your stomach and chest with a deep groan, eyes locked on yours the whole time. your breath trembled. his breathing was still uneven when he leaned over you, bracing one hand beside your head, the other gently brushing a tear off your cheek with the back of his knuckles. the shift in him was immediate, still flushed, still catching his breath, but softer, warm, almost reverent as he looked at you. "c’mere," he whispered, voice rasped. he dipped down before you could answer, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss. nothing rushed, nothing greedy, just the warmth of his mouth moving against yours, deep and steady. his hand slid to your jaw, thumb stroking the curve of it as he pulled you closer, kissing you like he needed you to feel every quiet emotion he couldn’t speak yet.
A bridgerton AU - Joe is an Untiled Blacksmith and wins over your heart when you are engaged to another man.
💕 Home (one shot)
Moving in with Joe.
💕 Later (one shot)
“The next person that makes a mess gets a spanking.”
💕Bridgerton (one shot requested)
A Bridgerton AU like Simon and Daphne.
💕The proposal (one shot requested)
Joe is acting all Shy and Nervous but only because he is going to propose.
💕Coffee and Scripts (one Shot requested)
You bump into Joe while working as a barista and he asks for your help with this line.
💕Parody (one Shot requested)
You and the Stanger things cast make a Parody Horror movie.
💕 Mrs Keery (one Shot requested)
Your proposal and wedding with Joe.
💕 Spilt coffee (one Shot requested)
When spilling coffee on Joe keery might have just been the best accident.
💕 Accidental Bump (one Shot requested)
On your wedding day you reminisce on how you and Joe met.
💕 Little song (one Shot requested)
A sweet moment while Joe tries to teach you guitar.
💕 Girlfriend (one Shot requested)
Joe brings home his girlfriend from College.
💕 Misunderstood (one Shot requested)
You see a text on Joe's phone and assume he is cheating but what he was actually doing makes you melt.
💕 Comic-con (one Shot requested)
Joe and you meet at comic-con while you are taking your Neice to see him and it's love at first sight.
💕Peaches (one Shot)
Inspired by the peach and Bathroom from TSITP.
💕 lollapalooza (one Shot requested)
You have been keeping your relationship lowkey, but at lollapalooza you couldn’t care less anymore and run to your man on stage.
💕Mystery man (one Shot)
You and Joe are divorced and after finding out you are going on dates with someone Joe says all the right things to get you back.
💕Night in Chicago (one Shot)
Watching Joe perform in Chicago and being back brings up a lot of memories for him.
💕 Next door neigbour (one Shot)
Your neighbour is Joe Keery and fate just keeps bringing you both together in the hallway.
❤️🔥 Boyfriend's Wrath (one shot)
Joe reacts when a cast mate of his tries flirting with you.
💕 Wrong number (one shot)
Joe accidentally texts you and it leads to a blind date.
💕 Dead Branches (one shot)
Based on Harrison Boe's song Dead Branches
💕 Forever (one shot)
Your best friend Joe thinks you deserve someone better (him) when he finds out your husband cheated on you.
💕 Worth the risk (one shot)
You go on family holiday and your best friend's brother Joe joins and it goes a surprising way.
💕 Newlyweds (one shot requested)
On your honeymoon with Joe.
💕Roommates (one shot)
Being roomates with Joe is very....Domestic and he acts like a boyfriend.
💕 Ghosted but found (one shot)
You are stood up on a first date and Joe the guy next to you was also stood up so you decide to get to know eachother instead.
🌶️ Inspiration (one shot)
When you find Joe in his home sudio looking for inspiration things get a little heated.
🌶️ Backstage (one shot requested)
After Joe's performance things get hot in the dressing room backstage.
💕 Astrological compatibility (one shot)
Based on the interview with Elle magazine where he was asked "Joe do you believe in astrological compatibility when it comes to relationships?" and he said "Ask me again when I meet my wife"
💕 Snowed in (one shot)
A Christmas themed story - Getting snowed in a small town with only one bed.
💕 Moan (One Shot requested)
Joe records your moan and puts it in his song.
💕 Smutty books (one shot)
Joe starts sounding an awful lot like your fictional book boyfriends,
💕 Interview (One Shot requested)
More interview shenanigans with Joe.
❤️🩹 I wish (One Shot requested)
“I wish we had never met.”
💕 Sugar (One Shot requested)
Joe with a diabetic wife who has the biggest low sugar of her life.
💕 Aftercare (One Shot requested)
Gentle aftercare with Joe.
💕 Scavenger hunt (One Shot requested)
Joe does a scavenger hunt proposal for you.
💕 Songs (one shot requested)
You and Joe are both singers and write songs about eachother.
Dad Joe AU
💕Lucky Star (One Shot requested)
You listen to Joe telling a story to your toddler that melts your heart
💕Giggles (one Shot requested)
Joe and your daughter plays hide and seek
💕Coming home (one Shot requested)
Joe comes home to you and your daughter after months of filming.
💕 Letting go (one Shot requested)
Your daughters first day of Kinder and Joe is struggling to let go.
💕 Daddy-Daughter Date (one Shot requested)
Joe and your daughter go on a cute daddy daughter date.
💕 Surprise (one Shot requested)
It's Joe's birthday and you surprise him with a pregnancy test and sonogram.
💕 Two pink lines (one Shot requested)
Follows your pregnancy Journey with Joe.
💕Birthday (one Shot requested)
Your daughter gives Joe the cutest Card and presents on his birthday.
💕Perfect Family (one Shot requested)
You are a single mum and never would have imagined the life you now have with Joe.
💕Big sister (one Shot requested)
You give birth to your second child and Joe brings in your first child to meet her.
💕 Trick or Treat (one Shot requested)
Joe takes your daughter trick or treating for the first time.
💕 First Words (one Shot requested)
A bet on if your baby girl would say mama or dada first.
💕 No training wheels (one Shot requested)
Joe helps your daughter ride her bike for the first time with no training wheels.
💕 First Fathers day (one Shot requested)
Joe experiencing his first fathers day.
💕 lollapalooza 2 (one Shot requested)
Lollapalooza with their baby girl and family.
💕 Twins (one Shot requested)
Finding out you're having twins.
💕 Halloween (one Shot requested)
baby girl’s first Halloween.
🖤 Postpartum depression (one Shot requested) Part 1 Part 2
You suffering from Postpartum depression.
💕Baby Shower (one Shot requested)
Your first baby shower
💕Tears of joy (one Shot requested)
Birth of your baby girl.
💕 Kicking (one Shot requested)
Your baby kicks while your husband Joe performs.
💕 Hugs (one shot)
A Christmas eve themed story - Joe being a single dad and needing a last minute baby sitter.
💕 Set (one shot requested)
visiting Joe on set of Season 5 of Stranger Things with your toddler.
💕 Proud (one shot requested)
Part 2
You and Joe are on stranger things with your daughter who is playing Holly.
💕 Trick or Treat (one shot)
You are taking your daughter out trick or treating when you meet your neighbour Joe.
💕His hands (one shot)
Joe's hands support you though so many things including the birth of your child.
💕 Daddy Joe (one shot requested)
Travelling through Europe with Joe and the kids.
💕 Handcuffs (one shot requested)
You are a pop star and a show 'arrest' joe, (like sabrina carpenter) and she makes a sexual joke while she gives the handcuffs to joe but their kids are watching and it sparks questions.
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After a brutal argument, you run. Henry lets you. Until he doesn’t. You hide in the cave you always go to when things get too loud, but he follows, furious and afraid in equal measure. The fight outside the cave is worse than the first. Henry doesn’t beg, doesn’t soften at first. He corners you with truth, control, and want. He convinces you to come home, and on the walk back through the woods, he makes sure you understand exactly what running from him costs and why he won’t let you do it again.
Warnings: intense arguments, raised voices, emotional manipulation, possessive behavior, implied consensual punishment, sexual tension, power imbalance themes
Word Count: about 2,500
You run because staying would have broken something.
The argument still rings in your ears as you shove through the trees, breath uneven, heart pounding like it’s trying to escape your ribs. Leaves scratch your arms, branches snag at your clothes, but you don’t slow down. You know where you’re going. You always do.
The cave sits at the edge of the woods, hidden just enough to feel private. Cool stone. Quiet. A place where Henry’s voice doesn’t echo quite so loud in your head.
You duck inside and slide down against the wall, dragging in shaky breaths. Your hands tremble as you press them to your face.
You shouldn’t have said it.
You shouldn’t have pushed him like that.
But he shouldn’t have cornered you, either. Shouldn’t have told you what you were allowed to feel. Shouldn’t have looked at you like you were something he owned when all you wanted was space.
Your jaw tightens. Anger twists with something softer and more dangerous underneath it.
You hear his footsteps before you see him.
Henry doesn’t come into the cave right away. He stops just outside, far enough back that his shadow stretches across the stone floor but his body stays hidden. The air feels heavier the second he arrives, like the woods themselves recognize him.
“Come out,” he says.
His voice is sharp. Controlled. The kind of calm that means he’s holding himself back.
You don’t answer.
Henry exhales slowly. You can almost hear him counting, grounding himself the way he does when he’s angry and trying not to break something.
“I’m not leaving,” he says.
You press your forehead to your knees. “Go home.”
Silence.
Then, quieter but no less dangerous, “You are home.”
Your chest tightens. You hate how easily he can do that. Twist words until they feel like truth.
“I needed space,” you snap. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”
Henry steps closer. His boots scrape against stone just outside the cave entrance.
“You don’t get to run,” he fires back.
You surge to your feet, anger flaring hot enough to drown out the fear. You step forward until you’re standing just inside the mouth of the cave, face tilted up toward him.
“I absolutely do,” you say. “You don’t own me.”
Henry’s jaw tightens. His eyes burn in the low light, something dark and possessive flashing there before he reins it in.
“I didn’t say I owned you,” he says.
You laugh, brittle. “You don’t have to.”
Henry’s hand flexes at his side. For a second you think he might grab you, pull you out by force.
He doesn’t.
That restraint is worse.
“You disappear into the woods without a word,” he says, voice low. “You think I don’t know what that does to me.”
“That’s not my problem,” you shoot back.
Henry’s mouth twists. “You’re wrong.”
The words land heavy.
You fold your arms over your chest, defensive. “I didn’t want to fight.”
“And yet you ran,” Henry says, stepping closer again. His shadow swallows more of the cave floor. “You always run when things get real.”
That hits too close.
You shake your head. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what,” he asks.
“Act like you’re the only one who feels things,” you snap. “You don’t get to be the only one who’s scared.”
Henry stills.
The anger in his eyes flickers, replaced by something sharp and wounded.
“I don’t get scared,” he says.
You scoff. “You followed me.”
Silence stretches between you, thick and tense.
Henry exhales through his nose, slow and deliberate. “I followed you,” he admits, “because you don’t know when to stop.”
Your heart stutters. “Stop what.”
“Pushing,” he says. “Running. Testing how far you can go before I snap.”
You swallow. “Maybe I wanted to see if you would.”
Henry steps fully into the cave then. The space feels smaller instantly, like the stone walls lean inward under his presence.
“You don’t want that,” he says quietly.
You meet his gaze, stubborn even as your pulse races. “You don’t know what I want.”
Henry stops an arm’s length away from you. Close enough that you can feel his heat, smell the faint metallic edge that always clings to him.
“I know exactly what you want,” he says. “You want to be chased. You want to be proven worth staying for.”
Your breath catches. “That’s not true.”
Henry’s eyes flick to your mouth, then back up. “Then why are you still standing here.”
The truth sits heavy on your tongue.
You don’t answer.
Henry’s voice drops, slower now, dangerous in a different way. “You could have gone farther. You didn’t.”
Your shoulders sag despite yourself. “I just needed you to stop.”
Henry’s hand lifts, stopping just short of touching you. The restraint looks like it costs him something.
“I don’t stop,” he says. “I control.”
You laugh softly, humorless. “That’s supposed to make me feel better.”
“It should,” he replies. “Because I didn’t come here to hurt you.”
Your eyes flick up, searching his face. “Then why does it feel like you might.”
Henry leans in, close enough that his voice brushes your ear. “Because you know I could.”
Your breath shudders.
“And because,” he continues, “you also know I won’t.”
The admission twists something deep in your chest.
You whisper, “I hate when you do that.”
“Good,” Henry murmurs. “It means you’re listening.”
You shove lightly at his chest, more frustration than force. “You can’t just decide when I come back.”
Henry’s hand closes around your wrist, firm but not painful. His grip anchors you, steady and deliberate.
“I can,” he says. “And you will.”
Your pulse jumps. “You don’t get to punish me for needing air.”
Henry’s eyes darken. “You didn’t need air.”
You inhale sharply. “What did I need, then.”
His thumb presses into the inside of your wrist, right where your pulse flutters.
“You needed to be reminded,” he says, “that you don’t walk away from me without consequences.”
The word consequences sends a shiver down your spine.
You should pull away.
You don’t.
Henry watches your reaction closely, like he’s cataloging every breath, every flicker of fear and want.
“This doesn’t scare you the way it should,” he observes.
Your voice comes out unsteady. “You don’t scare me.”
Henry tilts his head. “You should lie better.”
Silence hums between you.
Then, softer, “Come home.”
The command hits harder than the argument ever did.
You hesitate. “And if I don’t.”
Henry’s grip tightens just slightly. “Then I’ll carry you.”
Your breath hitches. “You wouldn’t.”
Henry’s mouth curves into something that isn’t a smile. “Try me.”
You stare at him, anger melting into something heavy and complicated.
“You’re impossible,” you mutter.
“And you’re coming with me,” he replies.
You don’t fight when he guides you out of the cave. His hand stays on your wrist, not dragging, just leading. Claiming. The woods close in around you, dark and quiet.
The walk back is slow.
Too slow.
Henry stops suddenly, pulling you to a halt between the trees. He turns to face you, eyes burning with something raw.
“You ran,” he says again, like he needs you to understand. “You don’t get to do that without paying for it.”
Your heart pounds. “Henry.”
He steps closer, backing you against a tree. One hand plants beside your head, blocking any easy escape. The other still holds your wrist, lifting it above your shoulder.
“You wanted space,” he murmurs. “You got it.”
His gaze drops to your lips. “Now you deal with what comes after.”
Your breath turns shallow. “You’re not allowed to hurt me.”
Henry leans in, stopping just short of touching you. “I’m allowed to teach you.”
The implication makes your stomach flip.
His voice lowers, intimate and dangerous. “You don’t run because you’re angry,” he says. “You run because you like knowing I’ll follow.”
You shake your head, but the denial feels weak. “That’s not fair.”
Henry’s thumb presses into your wrist again, grounding, possessive. “Neither is leaving me standing there wondering if you’ll come back.”
Your chest tightens. “I always come back.”
Henry’s eyes soften for half a second, then harden again. “That doesn’t mean I won’t remind you why.”
He steps back just enough to give you space to breathe. The restraint feels deliberate, like he’s choosing control over instinct.
“This ends now,” he says. “You come home with me. You don’t disappear without a word again.”
You swallow. “And if I do.”
Henry’s gaze locks onto yours. “Then next time, I won’t wait outside the cave.”
The warning sinks deep.
You nod slowly. “Okay.”
Henry studies you for a long moment, then releases your wrist. The loss of his grip feels like a sudden cold.
“Good,” he says quietly.
He takes your hand instead, fingers interlacing with yours in a grip that’s firm and unmistakably his. The gesture is softer than the argument, heavier than an apology.
You walk back through the woods together, tension still coiled tight between you. Neither of you speaks.
When you reach the edge of the trees and the lights of home flicker into view, Henry finally squeezes your hand.
“You don’t have to run,” he says.
You glance up at him, voice small but honest. “You don’t have to chase.”
Henry’s gaze flickers. “I will.”
The admission hangs between you, dark and devoted.
And despite everything, you let him lead you home.
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the party flakes on plans, and lucas realizes waiting isn’t so bad when it’s with you.
ꕀ﹒ MIKE WHEELER. ₊ 𐂯
holding out for a wheeler.
after years of secretly loving mike you finally move on and date someone new, only to discover that mike has a problem with him, and suddenly everything you thought was over isn’t.
sorry it’s a mess.
after leaving hawkins on bad terms with mike, you move on with your life, only to discover months too late that he did try to reach you.
brainfreeze.
you’re convinced mike hates you so naturally you make it your mission to figure out why.
maui wowie.
with hawkins on lockdown and literally nothing to do, will is stuck in the wheeler basement being bored out of his mind. jonathan notices and offers a solution.
all uniforms are evil. —- part two. part three.
mike is certain all cheerleaders are evil until one sticks around long enough to ruin his perfectly cynical worldview.
the long way around.
mike’s habit of being mad for you finally gets called out, and what starts as awkward damage control turns into a confession he absolutely did not plan to make.
matthew was a mistake.
you and mike get in a fight, kiss about it, pretend it never happened, and then avoid each other for two months like mature, well-adjusted people. prom forces a reunion, and mike learns that ignoring someone does not make them stop mattering—especially when they bring a date.
i could’ve been her lighthouse.
since el’s presumed death, mike has been avoiding food, people, and the concept of tomorrow, so you show up with a plate and a refusal to leave.
room for two.
exhaustion drives you to hide from the world, but mike always insists on keeping you company. AKA emotional support boyfriend refuses to disengage.
boyfriend down!
trapped with your catastrophically dramatic, fever-warm boyfriend who insists he’s dying. AKA man experiences the common cold and loses all resolve.
ꕀ﹒ ROBIN BUCKLEY. ₊ 𐂯
so gay.
robin gets steve to do her gay reconnaissance work, which mostly involves him asking questions about movies and boobs and learning nothing useful.
ꕀ﹒ STEVE HARRINGTON. ₊ 𐂯
not all who wander are steve.
steve harrington survives monsters, russian labs, and interdimensional horrors, but one night in your doghouse is completely unbearable.
open wound.
you got an extremely minor injury and now steve’s in crisis mode.
ꕀ﹒ SHIPS ノ BYLER ₊ 𐂯
palms against the jamb.
robin’s blunt honesty forces will to confront what he’s always avoided: the truth about his heart. will begins to understand that courage starts within, not in reciprocation.
Summary: You quite literally had everything. The perfect job, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect life. That was until a scandal you didn’t cause shattered it all. Now forced to start over in a city that doesn’t know your name, you are forced to take a job far beneath your old life and meet Steve Harrington, your new coworker who can’t seem to stand you. You’re spoiled, he’s stubborn, and things are about to get complicated.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ content, office coworkers au, the usual stranger things/upside down mayhem does not exist, mentions of Y/N, some mistakes in information so not everything is factual because this is only fanfiction, slow burn, set in the early 2000s, enemies to lovers trope, spoiled rich girl!reader x stubborn golden boy!steve, eventual smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, specific warnings will be included in the chapter itself
Note: This is my new Stranger Things series, except, it’s not set in the original universe. This will be set in the early 2000s, and all of the Upside Down mayhem does not exist. However, all of the characters will continue to have the same personality as they do in the show. This is a slow burn, enemies to lovers story with a focus on Luxe (aka reader — don’t worry, her name is whatever you choose) and Steve. There will be lots of office tension, banter, and emotional growth ahead. I hope you enjoy reading!
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Request: hi!! How do you feel about Dustin x popular reader? I was thinking maybe during s4, she heard that they needed a sub for dnd and she privately asked Eddie if she could sub and Eddie obviously thought it was a joke. And like when Dustin asked his girlfriend to be a sub for the game, she just lied and said she was busy. so Eddie overheard Dustin’s conversation with Mike where he was saying like “yeah y/n was acting really weird so I called her mom and she didn’t have any plans and she’s always wanted to play with us she just didn’t have the time to join the club” and Eddie was like “wait, y/n? That’s your girlfriend? Damn I thought she was kidding about wanting to sub”. idk just a thought you don’t have to it’s also kinda low key confusing
Word Count: ~1.9k
Warnings & Tags: Established relationship, swearing, popular reader kinda gets in her feels about peoples perception of her, hurt/comfort, fluff, inaccurate d&d stuff (im sorry, im trying), based in s4, second person pov, no use of y/n, reader is a cheerleader, mentions of an injury, use of pet names (hun, babe)
Summary: When you offer to sub in for the Hellfire Club, Eddie Munson thought it was some sort of prank the popular kids were up to. He didn't know you were serious. He also didn't know he just embarrassed his friends girlfriend.
Notes: I miss Eddie Munson. That's it. That's all I have for you.
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The first time you hear about the missing Hellfire player, it’s not from Eddie Munson. It’s from your boyfriend.
You find him between first and second period, pacing near his locker like he’s in distress, hair frizzing under his hat.
“This is ridiculous! He’s really gonna ditch our campaign for basketball, huh?” Dustin groans, clutching his binder.
“Dustin,” you say, half laughing, “it’s the championship. Lucas can’t miss that.”
“I know he can’t,” he sighs, but it means we’re down a player for the biggest campaign of the semester. Eddie’s gonna flip!”
“And?”
“And we need a sub, and no one wants to be part of the ‘satanic cult’.” He air-quotes, mocking the crowd who call it such.
You raise an eyebrow at him, a silent gesture to continue.
“Max is a hard no. I practically begged Steve. You know how that turned out. I’m out of options here. Me and Mike have been scraping the bottom of the barrel to find someone.”
You hide a smile. “I can think of one more person you could ask.”
Dustin gives you a look halfway between hope and horror. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Why not?” you tease, nudging his shoulder. “I’ve listened to you explain every campaign for months. Spells, traps, the whole deal. I could probably keep up. Plus, I’m benched from cheer at this weeks because of screwing up my ankle in practice last week, so I’d just be rotting at home.”
“Because, babe,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “you’re… you. My social butterfly. You’re too cool for Hellfire.”
You laugh out loud. “Wow. Thanks for believing in me, Dust. But you know I’ve wanted to play with you guys for a while now, I just haven’t gotten the time.”
He flushes. “That’s not what I meant! I just- ugh, Eddie’s got this whole… Eddie thing going on. He’s not gonna go easy on you.”
“I don’t want him to go easy on me. I can hold my own, Dustin, I’m on the cheer team, some of those girls are brutal.”
The bell rings. Dustin grabs your hand quick, giving it a squeeze. You flash him a grin and head to class. But the thought sticks in your head the whole morning. By lunch, it’s an itch you can’t shake, so when you see Eddie hovering over the Hellfire table, you march straight over.
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Eddie Munson dominates the back-left table like he was born on stage, recounting a battle scene for a table of wide-eyed freshmen. When you approach, the room seems to tilt its attention your way. The cafeteria seems to notice too, because why were you, of all people, standing next to Eddie Munson?
“Hey,” you say casually, fidgeting with the strap of your bag.
Eddie’s voice cuts mid-sentence. He glances up with his mop of curls, smile halfway caught between suspicion and amusement. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah.” You shift your weight. “You’re Eddie, right? You run Hellfire?”
“I plead guilty, your honour.”
“Cool. I heard you needed a sub for Friday because of the championship game, and Lucas is out.”
There’s a flicker of disbelief that washes over his face. He blinks once, then leans back in his chair with a slow grin. “I’m sorry, you heard what now?”
“That you’re down a player,” you say, trying to sound confident. “I thought maybe I could fill in.”
He snorts before he can stop himself. “You? Play Dungeons & Dragons?”
There’s laughter from table. You meet his eyes, unflinching. “Is that funny?”
“Just… unexpected,” he says, grin tugging wider as he looks at your cheer uniform. “No offence, but this club’s for freaks, not… whatever this is.” He waves to your uniform.
“I didn’t realize you had a dress code.” You lift a brow.
That shuts him up for half a second. “What, you’re serious?”
“As I’ll ever be,” you say, not missing a beat.
He lets out another laugh, but it softens a bit this time.
“Okay, sure, princess. Hellfire meets at five in the drama room. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
You just smile and turn to leave.
Eddie watches you walk away, leaving him staring at your back, shaking his head in disbelief. “She’s kidding,” he mutters. “She has to be kidding.”
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Eddie’s standing in the hallway outside the drama room when familiar voices catch his attention.
“…Yeah, she was acting super weird,” Dustin looks at Mike, voice low but carrying. “We talked this morning and she seemed pretty eager to fill in. But when I was talking to her earlier, she was short with me and said she was busy. So then I called her mom-”
Mike interrupts. “Wait, you called her mom?”
“-and her mom said she didn’t have plans! She’s always wanted to play with us, man, she just never has time between cheer and everything.”
Eddie freezes. Wait. A popular girl. Acting weird about D&D. Eager to sub, but suddenly busy. His brain stutters, then slams the pieces together. No fucking way.
He steps into the doorway, trying for casual. “Hold up,” he says. “Who are you two talking about?”
Dustin blinks. “Uh… nobody. Just-”
“Spill, Henderson.” Eddie presses, grin masking the sudden embarrassment creeping up his neck.
Dustin exhales. “My girlfriend.”
Mike elbows him. “The cheerleader.”
Eddie’s stomach drops. The cheerleader. Princess Hawkins. The one he laughed at.
“Oh, Jesus H. Christ! You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his hair. “That’s your girlfriend? That’s the same girl who asked me to sub earlier today!”
Dustin straightens. “She asked you? When?”
Eddie grimaces. Shit. “At lunch in the Cafeteria. You two freaks weren’t there. I thought she was joking.”
“Oh, my god,” Dustin groans, dragging a hand down his face. “You laughed at her, didn’t you?”
“I...” Eddie hesitates, guilt twisting sharp. “A little?”
Mike stifles a laugh behind his fist. Dustin, not so much.
“Dude!” he blurts. “She probably thinks you hate her now!”
“Hey, it’s not my fault she looked like someone who grades dice on how much it sparkles!” Eddie defends, but it lands weaker than usual. Damn it. He’d assumed she was pranking him. Now he realizes she was serious and he’d just embarrassed Dustin’s girlfriend.
Dustin glares at him, “She’s always wanted to play with us, man! But between school and cheer and everything else she does, she never has time!”
Eddie raises his hands. “Fine, fine. I owe her an apology. She still coming tonight?”
Dustin shakes his head. “Doubt it. She told me she was busy, even though I know better than that.”
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You meant to go. You really did. But having to look at Eddie Munson after he laughed in your face is something you didn’t particularly look forward to.
It wasn’t particularly the embarrassment, though that was pretty up there. It was deeper than that, how everyone at Hawkins has you pegged as just a popular girl who existed only for the social ladder. No layers or personality. No interests beyond pompoms, parties, and whatever drama could be stirred up that week.
Like you couldn’t possibly love books, or music, or the way Dustin’s eyes lit up mid-rant. Like how D&D, a world you’ve pieced together through a hundred stories from your boyfriend, was off limits because it didn’t fit in the script everyone else wrote for you.
So when Dustin calls later that night, you tell him you’ve been busy studying. Which isn’t technically a lie as you did open a book. You just haven’t turned the page in twenty minutes.
“Busy?” he says suspiciously through the phone. “Your mom said you-.”
You groan. “You called my mom?”
“I panicked!” he defends. Then, softer: “You sure you’re okay?”
You hesitate, chewing your lip. The words bubble up before you can swallow them. “…No. Not really.”
Silence crackles on the line. “What happened?”
“Eddie laughed at me,” you admit, quieter now. “In the cafeteria. Like it was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. And it’s not even that. It’s… everyone looks at me like I’m some airhead. No brains, no hobbies. Like I couldn’t possibly get your stupid dice game because it doesn’t match the ‘popular girl’ bullshit they all expect.”
Dustin sucks in a breath. “Holy shit. Hun, that’s not- Eddie’s an idiot, okay? And screw what everyone else thinks.You’re the smartest person I know, and it’s not just the grades that prove that. You’ve been grilling me on campaigns for months! Asking about spells, arguing over trap mechanics. You’d kill at Hellfire.”
Your throat tightens, a little laugh slipping out despite the ache. “You think?”
“I know.” A pause, then fierce: “Don’t let them, or him, make you feel small. You belong wherever you damn well want.”
You smile into the receiver, warmth seeping through the line. “When’d you get so good at this?”
“Learned from the best,” he says, soft and sure. “Next week. Come with me. Prove ‘em all wrong?”
You exhale, decision settling like a perfect roll. “Yeah. Okay. I’m in.”
“Atta girl.” His grin’s audible.
“Who covered Lucas tonight, by the way?” You ask.
“Erica. She’s a beast. We only won ‘cause of her.”
Real laugh now, tension cracking. “No way. I knew she had a secret nerd side. Love that for her.”
“So do you, and I love that about you,” he murmurs. “No ifs, ands, or buts. See you Friday.”
“Fine. You’ve twisted my arm.”
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The room goes silent the second you walk in. The conversation halts, and everyone darts their eyes over to you. The only sound left is the faint hum of the radiator in the room.
“Hey,” you say casually, despite your pulse hammering in your throat. “Heard you needed a sub again this week.”
Dustin’s face lights up like Christmas. “Told ya she’d show!”
Eddie blinks a couple of times, then he grins. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
“Still an open invitation, right?” you ask.
He gestures at the chair diagonal from him, kicking it out from the table with the toe of his shoe. “Sure is, princess. Let’s see if you have what it takes.”
You’re hooked before you realize it. Leaning over the table, improvising your own dialogue. Every dramatic thing Eddie throws your way makes the story sharper, drawing you in. It’s your first real game, so you did fumble a few times.
But then Eddie leans in, voice dropping low and gravelly: “Dustin's bard's about to get chomped.” The table holds its breath. You blurt, heart slamming, “Perception check? I... check it?”
“D20, princess. Roll for your boy's life.” Eddie's eyes glint over his DM book.
Your fingers fumble the die. It spins wild across the table, bouncing before it rattles to a stop. 20. Bold black numbers staring at the ceiling.
Dustin leaps to his feet, shouting, “YES! That’s my girl! SUCK IT, Munson!”
You laugh so hard your stomach aches.
Eddie, meanwhile, hides behind his screen, grinning into his hands. “Did not expect that,” he admits under his breath. “Did not see that coming.”
You grin, breathless. “Glad I could prove you wrong.”
Dustin beams. “Told you she was good."
Eddie bursts out laughing, rubbing his temples, then holding out a hand for you to shake, which you reciprocate. “Unbelievable. Welcome to Hellfire.”
