#stranger things x black!reader

[plussizeficchick]

Lovers Rock | Eddie Munson x Chubby! Reader

Summary: Eddie really likes reader, reader really likes Eddie, will they, won’t they? Loosely based on the TV Girl song, brief misunderstandings, brief mentions of masturbation, suggestive undertones. (Had this in the drafts for a while.)

Eddie had never felt more jealous of Steve than he did right now.

He had you, a cute, chunky little bunny practically hanging off of his arm and couldn’t be asked to give you a shred of attention?

Not that you seem particularly bothered, you’re too busy looking around. For what, he doesn’t know, but you somehow make just standing there sexy.

Eddie had been in love with you for as long as he could remember. He’s always had a thing for plump girls and you ticked all his boxes. You liked DnD, you didn’t judge his music taste even if some weren’t your favorite. And you were hot as fuck.

He remembers the first time he jacked off to the thought of you. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a week, and it didn’t help that for the past few months, you seemed to have put more of an effort in your appearance. (i.e. Eddie’s never seen you show so much skin and he’s fighting the urge to paint every inch in his cum.)

Nevertheless, he makes his way over to you both and he feels his heart skip when your eyes light up at the sight of him. “Hey, Munson.” You beam at him, and just like that, you made coming to this shitty party worthwhile. He smirks at you before pulling you into a hug, lips kissing your ear as he whispers, “Good to see you again, princess.” You feel a shiver run down your spine, his words making their way to your core. You’d had a few drinks and shared a joint with Steve on your way here so you were feeling nice and loose.

You shift your grip from Steve’s arm to Eddie’s, effectively trapping him in your ironclad grip. “Wanna get outta here, this shit sucks.” You mutter into his ear. “What about Steve?” You shrug off his concerns, eager to spend time alone with him. “We got a ride here, plus he said he might stay tonight.” Eddie nods in understanding before guiding you both out of the party. You make it to his van and after a few tries, you’re both out of there.

— —

Eddie put on his and your favorite mix, you both screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs. After a while, Eddie stops and just stares at you though, taking you in. It’s rare he gets to see you so carefree and the sight just makes him fall in love with you all the more.

Why did you have to be into Steve?

He’d never burden you with his feelings, but fuck there were some times it became too much to bear. Times he wanted to just say “fuck it” and tell you how he felt, but he knew it wouldn’t be fair to you, and that he’d rather suffer in silence than never have you at all.

You were stuck though.

Steve swore up and down that Eddie was into you and honestly, you thought so too. It was why you had put so much more effort into your appearance. Wearing shorter skirts, lower cut tops. Jeans that hugged the curve of your ass, blouses that showed the cute pudge of your tummy. You thought you were being flirty, always asking to listen to his music, touching his arm at any given chance, you were honestly doing your best here. You figured that this would be your best opportunity to just be upfront with him. So when you pulled into his uncle’s trailer park, you decided to lay it all out.

“Eddie, do you like me?” He looks at you confused as he turns off the engine. “What kind of question is that? Of course I like you. You’re one of my closest friends.” He looks at you with sincerity. You’d think it was sweet if that was what you wanted to hear. “Why are you asking that?” Eddie questions. You shake your head, turning in your seat to face him. “It’s just, I like you a lot Eddie and Steve said you might have a crush on me? I don’t know, maybe he was mistaken-” You’re cut off by Eddie abruptly grabbing your hands, his face almost surprised. “I did- I do! I just, I thought you were into Steve so…” He trails off at the sound of your chuckling. He feels his stomach drop at the sound and is about to pull away when he feels you holding on to him.

“Sorry,” You giggle, wiping a fake tear from your eye at the thought. “It’s just, what ever gave you that idea?” You ask. He looks sheepish as he relays his reasoning, “Well I noticed you kind of started dressing up more recently and you hang around us a lot more often than before. So I just thought…” He trails off again. You feel a snicker but hold back as you hear Eddie sigh in frustration. “Sorry for laughing, it’s just, I thought I was being super obvious with my feelings for you, but now I see it was having the opposite effect.” You sigh. Eddie looks at you, confusion written all over his face. “I was doing all of that for you. I was hoping that it’d push you to ask me out, but instead it just made you think I want… Steve.” You shudder in disgust. It coaxes a laugh out of Eddie and you’re sure you’d do anything to keep that smile on his face.

“So you’re saying, you’re into me?” He asks for clarification. You nod, a sweet smile making its way to your chubby cheeks. “And you’re into me?” You mimic. He nods before cupping your face with both hands. He looks you in the eyes, a silent question and you answer by leaning in, pressing your plump lips against his. It’s a sweet, clumsy first kiss, lips molding into each other. You feel the coldness of his rings against your warm cheeks and it somehow makes the kiss feel even better.

You part after the need for air becomes necessary, resting your foreheads against each other. “Thank God we sorted that out. I thought I’d have to walk around in nothing but a Hellfire club shirt before you’d say anything.” You chuckle at the thought. But Eddie starts to picture it and he’s not laughing.

“Hey, um, d’ya think I could see that right now?”

[thekinghazzastyles]

i take my whiskey neat | eddie munson x black!reader

(anyone can read, no real description)

summary: you're new to hawkins and are invited to a party when someone catches your eye. [2.9k]

warnings: mutual pining, suggestive content (no smut (I tried but I literally cannot lmao)), drinking, smoking, weed, language, no spoilers, no upside down, bold!reader, fem!reader

a/n: this has the possibility of having a part 2 which would most likely be smut but I've never written it and idk if I can lol. if enough people beg for it maybe I can muster something up but I can't promise it will be good. omg and PLS listen to the song, it’s the only thing i listened to while writing lol. - Love , H <3

You had spent most of your time since you’d left your house for this party, smoking a cigarette outside. Being the new girl and going to parties had its ups and downs. As you finished your first cigarette and went to grab your second you were stopped. 

“You’re not gonna have another one of those are you?” You looked up to see a guy with long curly black hair, smiling at you as he walked over to where you were standing. You hadn’t seen him at school during the week and he was not one of the guys that Robin, your “self-appointed tour guide” as she called herself, had mentioned, you definitely would’ve remembered a smile like that. 

“What else do you suggest I smoke?” you asked, challenging him. 

“Well I mean I have other plants, if you’re interested.” He said, shaking his metal lunchbox in your face.

“Oh yeah?” you questioned, smirking at him.

“Yeah,” he smirked back. 

“For how much?”

“For you gorgeous, it’s on the house,” he flirted. 

“Not that I’m complaining, but why?”

“Well for one, you’re new here and I suspect that it’s part of the reason as to why you have yet to head inside.”

“How do you know I’m new?”

“It’s a small town, sweetheart. And I’ve only just started seeing you at school.”

“You go to Hawkins High?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Oh, no reason, I just feel like I would’ve noticed you.”

“You would’ve noticed me?” he asked, a look of surprise on his face as he pointed to himself as he didn’t believe someone who looked like you, would notice him. 

“Uhh, yeah, you’re hot.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, you could feel his confidence oozing off of him as he got closer. So close you could feel his breath on your lips. He smelt like weed, cigarettes, and cheap cologne.

“Yeah,” you responded, getting even closer. He held up the joint and you took it from his hands. You looked down at it as you twirled it between your fingers. “You gonna make me smoke alone?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He didn’t respond but instead he took out a lighter and held it up to the joint. You put it between your lips and inhaled as he held the lighter to the other end. You pulled the joint from your lips and proceeded to blow the smoke out to the side. “You never told me your name,” you said, passing the joint off to him.

He took a deep inhale and held it in for a little before tilting his head up towards the sky and blowing it out. It gave you a better chance to look at him before he brought his eyes back to you, he smirked as he handed you the joint back as he caught you staring at his hands. “It’s Eddie,” he said with a chuckle.

“Y/N.” It didn’t take long before the joint was reduced down to its filter. You took a deep breath before you came to the conclusion that it was time to head inside. “I’ll see you inside?” you asked, making your way up to the door. He looked back at you and nodded. You smiled in return and continued inside. 

You were immediately ambushed by a drunk Robin who insisted that you both take shots. 

“Robin, you are cut off for the night,” a voice said from behind her. He had hair that seemed to be defying gravity and was a lot less drunk than the other attendees. “I can’t make her drink alone, Steve,” Robin responded, slurring her words which made you chuckle. His eyes were brought to you at the sound. His eyebrows raised as if he were asking you who you were.

“Y/N, I’m new, Robin invited me. I hope it’s okay?”

“So you’re the new girl Robin won’t shut up about. “She’s so cool and pretty but she’s not a bitch which is great.”” He spoke as if he were mimicking Robin which earned him a fist to his bicep. “Ow- shit Munson’s here, I’ll be right back,” Steve tried to take the shot from Robin as he walked away but it soon turned into a tug-of-war. You instead turned your head to the door to see who Steve was talking about and the only person who caught your eyes was Eddie.

“Is “Munson” Eddie?” You asked, turning back to the two who seemed to be bickering like siblings.

“Yeah, why?” Steve asked.

“I spoke to him outside,” you said, casually which made Robin also turn her head after she secretly took a shot behind Steve’s back. “What did you guys talk about?” she asked, handing you a shot. You gladly took it from her before responding. “Oh, nothing, he just gave me a free joint and we shared it,” you paused before you spoke again. “He’s kinda hot,” you stated, and then you took your shot.

You turned at the silence and found both Robin and Steve staring at you in shock. Both had their jaws dropped and failed to produce any words. “You think Munson, Eddie Munson,” Steve emphasized, “Is hot?” he finished, in shock. Robin on the other hand, had almost completely fallen to the floor in laughter, and would’ve if it weren’t for Steve grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back up.

“Yeah, and what about it?”

“It’s just-,” he cut himself off. “Is there no one else that could check that box for you?” You took a second to look around, scanning the people in attendance. There was one other guy, but for lack of better words, he looked like a dick. Why wear a shirt to a party if you’re going to leave it open? You pointed to him, not caring if he saw, “I mean, he’s hot too, but he looks like a dick,” you said as you turned back to them. 

“And is,” Robin said, vigorously nodding. 

“And Eddie?” Steve asked, still confused.

“Well he gave me a free joint.”

“Is that all that makes him hot? Because I’m sure you could get free weed from someone else.”

“No that’s not all,” you paused. “He looks like he can fuck.”

“Oh my God, I did not need to hear that,” Steve whispered to himself, shaking his head.

“Oh look who it is,” Robin exclaimed, and before you could find who she was talking about she was calling out to them. “Eddie!” she said as she waved her arm in the air telling him to come over.

Watching Eddie maneuver through the crowd while occasionally stopping to greet some people made him look even hotter. He moved swiftly and calmly. Like he was in his element. Maybe it was all the weed you both smoked, but he looked like he was moving in slow-motion. When he finally got to where the three of you were standing, stopped right next to you with Steve on his other side, he smiled down at you before speaking, “Harrington, Buckley, what can I do for the two of you?”

“Oh nothing,” Robin started. “We just heard that a certain someone thinks you’re-” The rest of her sentence came out muffled, as Steve quickly put his hand over her mouth to stop her. “Thinks I’m what, Robin?” Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side. “Oh,” you started. “She’s talking about how I think you’re hot,” you spoke flatly. Steve and Robin's jaws dropped for the third time that night because of something that had come out of your mouth. This made Eddie turn his head towards you. He looked you up and down before speaking, “Oh I know, sweetheart.” You both held eye contact for seemed like an eternity before turning to Steve and Robin who were silently in shock. 

“Yeah I don’t think I can listen to this anymore,” Steve started. And before he could speak again Robin screamed, “Oh my God I love this song! Y/N we have to go dance!” She handed you a drink and grabbed your other hand to drag you to where everyone else was dancing. 

“So,” Robin started, speaking into your ear. “What was that look between you and Eddie?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” you shrugged, continuing to dance. Your eyes scanned the crowd till they landed on Eddie who was already looking at you. You held eye contact for a bit till Robin spoke again. 

“Were you serious about what you said before he came over?”

“Oh a hundred percent,” you pause, taking a large gulp of your drink. “That man, looks like he would fuck me like a God.”

Robin was in even more shock than before leading her to also take a large gulp of her drink. “I can tell he’s into you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. You guys have spoken for what, all of ten minutes and he’s already flirting with you.”

“He doesn’t have like a girlfriend or anything, right?” You asked, simply wanting to make sure you weren’t getting in between anything. That was not something you wanted to do within your first month of being in a new town. 

“Nope,” she spoke, popping the ‘P’. “He has been single for as long as I’ve known him.” This left you to think more about him as your eyes followed him as the night went on. And the drunker you got, the bolder you got. 

***

For the rest of the party, Robin dragged you around introducing you to a few more people along with more shots, and splitting a joint. You found yourselves in Steve’s living room with the rest of the stragglers playing a game. The music had been turned down and the songs had switched to something a little calmer.

It was your turn to pick a card, so you reached to the center of the coffee table and read it aloud, “Pick someone to spit a shot into your mouth or take three shots.” You took a second after looking around at all of the people playing before speaking again, “Can I pick someone who’s not playing?”

“I don’t see why not,” Robin said, turning to you with a smirk as if she knew what you were thinking. 

You got up from your spot on the couch making sure to grab a shot glass and the bottle of whiskey. You walked with confidence over to where Eddie and Steve were sitting, talking amongst themselves. When they realized someone had approached them and they both looked up at you but you kept your eyes on Eddie. “Hey,” you smiled at him, tilting your head to the side a bit. 

“Hey,” he smiled back.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” you asked sweetly.

“Anything, sweetheart,” he turned toward to focus all of his attention on you. 

“You know the game we’re playing?” He nodded. “Well, the card I picked said I have to choose someone to spit a shot into my mouth.”

“And you chose me?” Eddie's eyebrow quirked in surprise, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes, as if he relished the challenge you presented.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He slowly stood up to his full height and for the first time that night, you realized how much taller he is than you. He poured the whiskey into the shot glass and as he raised the glass to his lips, you couldn't tear your gaze away from his full lips. He grabbed your face with both hands, the warmth of his touch searing into your skin allowing you to close your eyes. Your pulse thundered in your ears as you parted your lips, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted. Time seemed to stand still as you savored the taste of him, the tang of whiskey mingling with the heady rush of desire. It was quiet and you both knew that everyone had their eyes on you, but neither of you cared. 

You licked your lips once he was done and held eye contact with him. Eddie brought a thumb to your chin to wipe away the alcohol that had dripped down your chin in the process and slowly brought it to his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled, “Thank you.” He stood speechless, not believing someone, and you at that, let him do that in front of people. Before he realized it, you had grabbed the bottle and returned back to your spot on the couch where the original group of people sat in shock. 

“I can’t believe I just watched that,” Robin whispered to herself but loud enough for you to hear. You looked over at Eddie, who was still standing watching you in shock, and winked at him. The both of you kept sneaking glances at one another throughout the rest of the night. 

Earlier, Steve had mentioned to you that you could stay overnight and once Robin heard that; it’s safe to say that you could now consider your situation as being held against your will. As the night went on, the only people left were you, Eddie, Robin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle. You had quietly retired to the back porch to finish off the last of the joint you and Robin forgot about. You hear the door open knowing it wasn’t Robin or Steve, as Robin had finally succumbed to her excessive drinking and Steve was the one helping her out.

Eddie sat down on the chair next to you and sat so he was facing you. You both had yet to speak so you decided to pass the joint off to him. He gladly took it and placed it in between his lips. For the second time that night, your eyes were focused on his lips. Maybe a little too focused as you didn’t hear a word he had just said. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

He chuckled and shook his head before passing the joint back to you. “I said we put on quite a show earlier, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, we did,” you said, laughing, with smoke coming out of your mouth, passing the joint over to him once again. Eddie wanted to make you laugh over and over again if it meant he got to hear that beautiful sound come from your perfect lips. 

“I’m not going to lie though,” he started, taking a puff and releasing it. “I kinda enjoyed it,” he chuckled, bringing his head down and rubbing the back of his neck. Nervously thinking you’d think differently of him because of that. 

You gasped and his head shot up, a look of worry on his face. But then you started smiling which soon turned into laughter. “You are a kinky man Eddie,” you said still laughing, and he laughed with you till silence filled the air between you two. “But I guess that would also make me a kinky woman, because I really enjoyed it,” you said with a straight face with a slight smirk appearing the more you looked at him. Soon, the both of you, once again, broke out into laughter. 

You and Eddie talked all night and by the time you realized it, the sun was rising. Eddie mentioned that the only way you both could get out of helping clean up was if you left within the hour. You felt bad leaving without saying anything so you left a note for Steve and Robin thanking them and saying that your mom wanted you home. You walked to the party so your plan was to walk back when Eddie offered you a ride, and you didn’t have it in you to object. 

***

“Thanks for taking me home, Eddie,” you said to him, as he opened the passenger side door of his van and lent you a hand to assist you. 

“It was my pleasure, sweetheart,” he said smiling, as he closed the door behind you. 

You both walked up to your door in silence, and then proceeded to stare at one another on your front steps before he spoke again. “Do you wanna go on a date? With me? Thursday night? But if you’re busy I totally get that and if you don’t want to I totally get that too,” he was going to continue rambling on if you hadn’t cut him off. 

“I would love to go on a date, with you, on Thursday night, Eddie,” you responded, answering all three of his questions, smiling at him.

“Sweet,” he whispered, smiling at you. “I will see you at school then,” he said as he backed down your stairs.

“Bye Eddie,” you beamed.

“Bye Y/N,” he smiled back. You continued to watch him walk to his car when you realized something. “Oh, Eddie, wait!” He turned around at the sound of your voice only to see you briskly walking towards him. “I forgot something,” and before he could ask what, you pulled him in by his leather jacket for a kiss. It was soft and his reaction was immediate as he pulled you in even closer by your waist. Before the kiss got too intense you pulled away smiling at him as he looked at you in bliss. 

“I’ll see you at school,” you smiled. And suddenly you were inside your house and Eddie was left in your driveway staring at the door in shock and excitement. 

One thing was for sure, Eddie couldn’t wait for Thursday. 

[honey-flustered]

Imagine Eddie helping you out with your night skin care routine when you’re too drunk to do it yourself…

tags: p.o.c coded, bonnets, fluffy, black!reader, boyfriend!eddie, forehead kisses, intoxication, established relationship

So Eddie and you would be coming from Steve’s NYE party and you’re drunk as hell and so is he, but he’s a lot more sober than you.

You’re stumbling all over the house to get to your room and he’s picking up after you as you throw your heels off somewhere, drop your keys on the ground, pull off your itchy sequins dress and tossing it behind you; leaving you in just your underwear.

The moment you reach your bedroom, you’d plop down on the bed face first and Eddie’s just giggling at how silly you are.

He’d turn you over on your back and be like, “Not so fast, missy. You’ve got that all that makeup on your face.”

You’d sit up and he’d know to get your makeup wipes. When you expect yourself to clean your face on your own, he does so instead and he’s so gentle with it.

He’ll kiss your lips after every swipe. He’d carefully remove your mink lashes and place them somewhere carefully in case you’d like to preserve them.

Then, he’d caress your moisturizer into your skin, playfully and annoyingly passing a large hand on your face over and over just to see if you’d reach up and stop him from doing it again. And you’d both share a laugh when you catch on to his little game.

“You bully.” You say, poking his tummy and he’d just laugh because he knows that you like it when he teases you.

If you prefer your hair to be braided before placing your satin bonnet over it, he’d braid your hair the way you taught him and he’d know exactly how to massage the oil into your scalp.

Then, he’d slot the bonnet over your head carefully and kiss your forehead, letting you lay back against the mattress.

“How’d I do?” He’d ask.

“Pamper me like this every night.” You say, looking up with hopeful eyes.

“You mean, you don’t feel like I have? Shit, I really should step up my game.” He quips, kissing the space between your brows as you blinked your last glimpse of him before a peaceful slumber takes over you.

[melaninjhs]

pov: what eddie sees when he stalks chrissy's best friends instagram

[vneuns]

ok ok hear me out!! i can’t get the idea of eddie with a plus sized gf out if my head,, like imagine him always caressing their plushy thighs and stomach and everything 😩

honestly i love writing for plus size reader. it just makes me happy honestly <33

you laid against your pillows trying really really trying to read the book you found at your local thrift store, but eddie seemed to have other plans.

his head rested against the bottom of your stomach playfully nipping at the skin every once in a while while his arms were underneath your chubby thighs wrapping them around his chest. occasionally running his finger tips up and down the back of them.

“if i died like this id did a happy man.” rolling your eyes with a chuckle you scratched his scalp lightly before returning to your book. but before you could tell him to shut it he was talking again.

“imagine on my tombstone it said, death by,” his hands went up as if he was showing you a show that was gonna be on broadway. “thighs.” laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke ever he turned over now his chin resting against your pudgy tummy looking up at you.

with a sigh knowing you probably wouldn’t get too much reading done, you put the book down resting it against your chest. you looked down smiling at your boyfriend who was looking back at you as if you had hung the stars.

“hi baby,” you noticed the small hint of pink that appeared on your boyfriend’s cheeks at the pet name you always used for each other. “I need more moments like these in my life.” he told you resting his cheek back on your stomach as his hands messaged lightly at your love handles.

[mxtantrights]

Eddie Munson who knows color theory. Don't ask how or when but this guy just knows the ins and outs of color theory. The main reason why, or the reason he'll tell anyone who asks, is because of Dungeons and Dragons. He's gotta know what color is what and what it pairs well with for the sake of the game.

Eddie Munson who uses his color theory to dress. Of course his wardrobe is mostly black with hints of red and blue. But you'll never see him in different shades of black. He knows the difference between midnight, onyx, crow, ink, etc.

Eddie Munson who is hanging out with Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, Max and Eleven when they bring up they saw you making posters for the upcoming carnival with no help at all.

Eddie Munson who shows up to the next carnival meeting with his color theory skills and a bagged lunch from Wayne. He clicks with you instantly and you two start coloring together.

The two of you hangout outside of carnival prep. He asks if you would be willing to do art for his D&D campaign, which the kids have already brought up with him, and you agree. You sketch some monsters and he colors them.

Eddie Munson who tells you one day while you two are just fooling around in the park (as friends), that he wanted to learn color theory because he wanted to help his Uncle Wayne at work. At the factor you have to know your colors and he helped him study until he got it on his own.

You invite him one day to just sketch in the park, weeks after the carnival ended and you two end up fooling around (as more than friends).

[eddiesblklvr]

dad eddie taking care of his black kids morning routine. like he let's reader sleep in and wakes up his daughter and does her hair, picks out her outfit, and makes breakfast for everyone and reader gets up and sees her little girl all made up. honestly I just want eddie to be the best dad in the world and be able to take care of his kids

MORNING ROUTINE. | EDDIE MUNSON

PAIRING: modern!dad!eddie munson x mom!black!fem!reader

SUMMARY: eddie munson taking care of his black daughter in the morning.

WARNINGS: just hella fluff!

WORD COUNT: 800+

A/N: don’t mind the ending or the mistakes i didn’t proofread

SKYE’S NAV. | EDDIE MUNSON M.LIST | REQUESTS

“hey, baby. you sleep okay?” eddie asks, sitting on the edge on her tiny bed as he rubs her back. with her eyes closed, she nods her head and lets out a raspy hum.

“hey, baby. you sleep okay?” eddie asks, sitting on the edge on her tiny bed as he rubs her back. with her eyes closed, she nods her head and lets out a raspy hum.

“hey, baby. you sleep okay?” eddie asks, sitting on the edge on her tiny bed as he rubs her back. with her eyes closed, she nods her head and lets out a raspy hum.

“okay, let’s get up and get dressed.”

“where’s mama?” the little four year old asks once she finally opens her eyes and takes a look around the room.

“she’s still sleeping, daddy’s gonna do your hair and all that stuff today.”

“okay, daddy,” christina says, scratching her head over her little bonnet while staring blankly at the wall. she lifts her arms and looks up at her dad with the same big, dark eyes as his. eddie smiles as he reaches for his daughter, picking her up out of bed before attacking her little chubby cheeks with kisses.

the toddler squeals, laughing as she attempts to push eddie’s face away, “no, daddy, no!”

eddie helps her pick out her outfit for the day before carrying her to the bathroom. he helps her brush her teeth and wash her face before focusing on her hair.

“alright, what are we doing to your hair today?”

“hm,” christina looks up at the ceiling, tapping her chin signifying that she’s thinking. “i want twist, daddy.”

eddie pulls out all the products he knew he needed to do his daughter’s hair, sitting them on the counter beside the sink. it takes him a little longer to do since he lets her play whatever music she wanted to, smiling widely at her little wiggles and head nods.

she had the same music taste as you, r&b was both your favorites. you even got eddie into it when you first started dating a decade ago.

“all done, lil’ mama. you like it?” eddie asks, closing the cap on the oil container.

“so pretty. thank you, daddy!” christina replies eagerly, turning around to give eddie a hug. eddie lifts his daughter out of the sink and sits her feet on the floor. he hands her the spray bottle and the bottles of different oils for her to put away while he put away the brush, comb, and bows. he washed his hands, dried them, before leading the way for the both of them downstairs to the kitchen.

christina chose to sit in the living room and watch tv while eddie made breakfast. he made pancakes, bacon, and eggs, plated the food and set the table, as well as poured the drinks.

“hi, mama! good morning!” eddie hears tina’s tiny, cheerful voice. he smiles to himself as he walks into the living room and sees you curled up on the couch, eyes closed with tina sitting in front of you, focused on the tv.

eddie kneels over the couch and plants soft, loving kisses on your cheek, temple, forehead, and lips. “good morning, mama,” he whispers, continuing to place kisses all over your face. you hum out in response, your eyes still closed with your hands tucked underneath your head.

“why’d you turn my alarms off?” you ask, feeling eddie fix your bonnet since it was slightly sliding over your forehead to your eyes.

“just wanted you to sleep a little longer, baby. now, i made breakfast, get up.” eddie moves to stand up and walk back into the kitchen. he feels a hand grip his wrist and bring him backwards.

“carry me please?”

“but mama’s a big girl. right daddy?” christina says, frowning as she looks up at her parents. both you and eddie always told her “big girls don’t need to be carried” so of course she’s going to use it now.

“right. tell mama to be a big girl and walk,” eddie replies, laughing as he walks back into the kitchen.

“come on, mama!” christina hollers, wrapping her tiny fingers around your wrist as she attempts to pull you up to your feet. you groan while sitting up. “morning, mama! look at my hair! daddy did it!”

“i know, you’re so pretty.”

from the kitchen, eddie still has a tiny smile on his face at the conversation between you and your little creation.

“did you tell daddy ‘thank you’?” you watch as the four year old puffs her chest out and nod her head with each word.

“yes, i did.” tina then turns around and skips her way into the kitchen, demanding help from eddie to help her into her seat.

you finally make your way into the kitchen, your heart swelling once you see eddie helping your daughter with her food, cutting up a “big” piece of her already cut pancake up so that it would be easier for her to eat it. you were so in love with your little family, glad to have picked the right person to settle down with.

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[bunnyboowrites]

She is me when I read stranger things fics🤭

[lanacoquettegirl]

“He runs his hands through her silky blonde hair”

Stares In black

[mrcurystape]

helping jonathan sleep better !

✧･ﾟ: feature. jonathan byers x reader [gn]

✧･ﾟ: cw. fluff ; lowercase, established relationship, uhhh proof read? ..sure

✧･ﾟ: note.  sorry for all the jonathan stuff it will happen again.

back to m.list :p

by the end of the day, jonathan's almost always so tired. juggling school and college applications as well as the stress of whatever bullshit hawkins throws at him is enough to tire someone out. or land them in psychiatric care; something jonathan probably needed by the end of this.

but not even life will grant him the joy of sleeping, so of course, jonathan lays there in bed restless. thank god you’re right there next to him to keep him sane and provide all the much-needed comfort this poor man deserves.

you almost always know when jonathan gets like this; he’ll lay in bed as if he’s a corpse. on his back, stiff as a board, with his arms folded over his chest staring straight up at the ceiling.

the best way to approach him when he gets like this is to simply roll over to face him and gently place a hand on top of his own. jonathan won’t say anything, but you’ve caught his full attention. his breathing slows and he’ll turn his head towards yours.

“hi”

“…hi”

“care to tell me what's on your mind?” you say barely above a whisper, voice still laced with sleep. your fingers gently caress his own. jonathan begins to take your hands in his own and clasps them between both hands before bringing them up to kiss your thumb.

“nothing worth saying,”

“you’re not a very good liar,” you mumble, he chuckles lightly. jonathan stares at your hand while trying to think up an excuse before ultimately giving up.

“you caught me,” jonathan shifts to his side, letting go of your hand and replacing it with your head; gently stroking his thumb against your cheeks, carefully pushing any stray hairs peaking out your bonnet back in. “nothing can ever get past you, huh?” he kisses your forehead with a small smile.

silence fills the room once more. you patiently wait for jonathan to find the words to describe how he feels. a simple, “i’m... just tired” escapes his lips in a hushed tone finally.

you hum in response, moving away from him to open up your arms as an invitation, one jonathan took graciously. his arms wrapped around all of you as he cuddled into your chest, sighting contently once he heard your heartbeat.

you understood what he meant. you’ve reached that point as well. there was no need for jonathan to say anymore if he didn’t want to.

and he didn’t. instead, jonathan decided to enjoy feeling your warm embrace envelope him entirely. he felt the safest when he was with you, knowing you were safe and protected, knowing you were still here to hug him just like this.

the feeling of your fingernails trailing paths and patterns on his scalp was oddly calming. it washed a sense of tranquility over his body. he always did like having his hair played with, you seem to always know the spots to trace circles on.

when jonathan closed his eyes, instead of seeing nightmarish imagery of all the freak shit he’s had to go through during the past few years, he saw nothing but total darkness. for once, jonathan was happy to see a complete void. he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

© em0dere ; 8.6.22

rbs always appreciated!!

[notyetjae]

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Robin x black!reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: starts a little angsty, just a drabble, 600+ words, half proof-read

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Not enough black!reader and robin ff's I'm here to change that 🤝🤝

"When I look at you, I can't speak," Silence fell, she met your eyes and you could see her fiddling with her ring out of the corner of your eye, her breathing shallow

'An- and I don't know whether it's h-how nice you are– or your hair and please don't get me started on your smile" She chuckled, the way she stumbled over her own words made you swoon. Her smile dropped, Robin doesn't know you, the real you she doesn't know what makes you tick but god she would risk it all to learn.

"But you're not, you know." Her gaze met the floor, Robin didn't even realize she'd been tapping her foot against the floor like a playful dog. The chair creaked as she stood, mumbling an 'I'm sorry' she sighed loudly and began speed walking back to the counter.

She stopped, the sleeve of her plaid jacket being pulled back, stopping her just before she tugged the door open, "Stay, please" your voice gentle and quiet, she spun around, Jaw slack and eyes wide, desperately trying to form words or a thought even.

Her eyes fluttered, any attempt to hold back tears was useless, she whimpered before pulling you to her chest, a warm embrace, an ode to unrequited admiration. She cradled the back of your head, her other hand tightly gripping your sweater, she sobbed loudly. Not once had she had the chance to be so close to someone like this, she watched from afar, imagining a peaceful, domestic life, a world free of fear or judgement of others. Of course Steve knew but he didn't understand he would listen to Robin vent for hours, they'd exchange love concerns but at the end of the day Steve wouldn't be shunned for his love.

"Rob?" You mumbled into her vest, "Y- yeah?" She quickly pulled back, her hand cupping your face, you felt your face heat up as she nervously chuckled, "Do you wanna be.." You paused, peering through the crack in the storage-room door, Robin listened intently, her freckled face smothered in anticipation, "girlfriends?" You whispered, quiet as a mouse as if Steve was right outside the door, The brunette let out a soft gasp and frantically nodded her head, pulling you in for a hug once more, this time her arms wrapped around your neck, leaving you to grab her waist.

"You're choking me Rob" You stuttered out, "Oh my god!" She pulled away and studied your face while mumbling some 'are you okay?' and 'I'm sorry' 's.

"I just got a girlfriend and I already almost killed her!" She laughed, easing some inner tension. You noticed Robin's mascara had run from crying, you reached a hand up carefully swiping away any tears or mascara stains, she grabbed your wrist before you had the chance to pull it back, planting a kiss on your inner wrist, if you weren't blushing before you definitely were now.

"Robin! There's like six people out here, let's go!" Steve's voice cut through your happily ever after, robin tripped over her own feet, as Steve clapped on the other side of the door, nearly taking you down with her. She reached for the door handle but paused, turning back to you, that award winning smile plastered on her face as she winked, tugging the door open and bolting past Steve. You stood in the closet dumbfounded, Harrington eyed you up and down, glancing back at robin who was now ringing the line of people up, and then you again, "Who the hell are you?" You picked your jaw off the floor and grabbed your bag while you were down there, rushing past him the same as your girlfriend.

[plussizeficchick]

Thinking about Eddie with a chubby bimbo! partner:(

He thinks you’re just so cute. The short skirts that just barely cover your ass. The thigh highs that dig into your thighs so deliciously. They spill over at the top, and he can’t help but want to suck hickies into the skin, feel the warmth radiating onto his cheeks. He loves how you’re always wanting to be around him, even sitting through Hellfire Club meetings, perched on his lap, running your fingers through his unruly hair as he animatedly talks through this week’s campaign. He especially loves this position because nobody can see him finger you under the table, your skirt giving him easy access to your wet entrance. If it’s quiet enough, you’re sure the other club members could hear the obscene schlick sound your hole is making.

And you, the dumb cheerleader that can’t help but get stars in your eyes whenever you catch sight of him. He’s just so adorable. The way he rants about the boring high school cliques that you honestly couldn’t give a shit about. I mean it’s not gonna matter in a while, anyway. The cool rings that adorn his rough, calloused hands. They feel so good wrapped around your throat, digging into the soft flesh. The cute dimples in his cheeks that pop when he smiles. His sweet face. So cute, you just can’t help but want to sit on it :(

And if you’re lucky, you might get the chance to while his uncle’s at work ;)

[loverforfanfiction]

102-eddie munson oneshot

[Thanks for 102 followers I can't express how happy I am pls let's make it to 200! I love all of yallllllll"

Summary:you wanna stay with eddie.....forever

You and eddie were attached to the hip with eachother like , was always together and loved eachother like there was no tomorrow you even stayed with him when he got held back.... witch was alot of times but it was worth it because you were with him and it was going to be your guys year

"Ohhh eddie com here boy....I mean baby" you said as you kept a quiet tone to make sure you wouldn't give it away with your excited voice " I'm coming " your boyfriend said as you heard footsteps coming up the stairs rather loudly

"Ok" you said back as you tried to hide the enormous gift behind your back

"What ya need me for bab-" "is that what I think it I's baby" eddie screamed. Yeah you broke his guitar and you knew he was angry but he kept it inside and you were sorry so you brought a new and improved guitar

"Yeah I was being a fucking idot when I broke the other one so here you go"

"Thanks babe... I love you so fucking much how about we stay together till we're 100" he joked as he kissed you slowly

"That sounds good eddie but maybe till...we're 102"

"I can top that how about forever"

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hey! im kyla (you can call me ky or kyky if you want), i go by she/her pronouns, im queer and love movies, anime and writing <3

requests are open for stranger things! i write for nancy wheeler, steve harrington, eddie munson, chrissy cunningham and robin buckley. i write for the younger kids as well but NO smut for them! im also comfortable with doing headcanons and blurbs! nsfw and sfw :))

going to try to get into writing for other fandoms as well such as DC and twilight! dont be afraid to send your ideas my way.

reqs/asks are always open! lets talk :D

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[mxtantrights]

Steve Harrington likes talking about Star Wars even though he knows the most basic information on his best day. He knows who Han Solo is, how could he not that's like his go-to costume on halloween.

Steve Harrington should know more about Star Wars considering his best friend is Dustin Henderson. Dustin can write out an essay with the whos-who and the intricate plots explained clearly and easily. Steve still can't lock it down. Dustin can host a marathon night with Steve but come the next week Steve will forget fifty percent of everything he saw.

Steve Harrington picks up subtle things while working at family video. When he gets to choose which film plays on the screens during the day 7 out of 10 times it's a Star Wars film. And in between checking in the tapes and stacking boxes in the back he picks up the name of those furry creatures.

Steve Harrington is picking up some body wash in the grocery store a day before halloween when he sees you in a resistance pilot costume. He has an out of body experience. He can't stop staring at you. And he actually goes up to talk to you.

Steve Harrington drops some minimal knowledge while flirting with you, two in one body wash in his hands as he does. He talks about the Ewoks and how he thinks Yoda is older than everyone thinks. And it's sweet, it's really sweet.

So sweet that you don't have the heart to tell him that you have no clue what any of the Star Wars movies entail. You're in this costume because your friend group decided and you lucked out. But you let him think you know exactly what he's talking about for now.

Steve Harrington doesn't ask for your number. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that you beat him to the punch. Luckily, you have your Polaroid camera on you. So you ask one of the passing ladies to take your picture together. And you scribble out your number,xxx-xxxx, in sharpie pen and pass the photo onto Steve.

Steve Harrington calls you on halloween and asks if you wanna marathon Star Wars.