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Ange De L'Mort
Prequel: The Horror of Hawkins
eddie munson x addams!reader
y/n addams arrives at hawkins high, her first glimpse of the schools local loser catching her eyes
warnings: arachnophobia tw, bullying/harassment
A/N: one of the lines based off the upcoming netflix trailer cos it were hilarious to me
word count: 529
it was your first day at hawkins high. stalking the corridors to your locker, you felt countless eyes on you analysing you like scientists waiting for a chemical reaction. your peers parted as you trekked through the halls, hastily moving as if you were contagious.
you were, but they didn't know that.
needless to say you were underwhelmed.
you were used to the stares certainly, as they were guaranteed to accompany an addams wherever they went. you were disappointed though, since you had heard some horror stories of the supernatural and odd occurrences that were rumored to have taken place in the small indiana town. so far it seemed to be just that- rumors. rumors made up to scare kids into behaving or they’d be taken away by the big, bad boogie man. and judging from the stares, you were those horrors manifest.
as you opened your locker, resigning to another mundane year of boring people you would never understand or care about, you collected your necessities for your next class: textbook, notebook, pens, fire ants, highlighters. the necessities.
you were about to close your locker when you spotted him behind you in your locker mirror left behind by the last occupant.
the first thing that caught your eyes was a head of dark curly hair before you noticed the smile underneath his bangs. his laugh as he spoke to his friends reached your ears as you bit your lip. the laugh was insanely loud, high pitched, and utterly obnoxious. you loved it.
you closed your locker before he caught you starring. by the time your sorted out your bookbag and turned around he was gone; suprisingly to your disappointment.
walking into your first class only to see him in front of the only open seat in the room brought a crooked smile to your lips. you mentally sent a quick thank you to grandmama, who’d told you she would make sure the ancestors would make this your year. it certainly was starting out to be.
the boy turned around as you took your seat, openly gawking at you and you couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction to you. you raised an eyebrow and he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.
your teacher started speaking before the boy had a chance to explain himself. the man announced your arrival to the class- a new student who’d just transferred from new jersey. he motioned for you to join him at the front of the classroom to introduce yourself, which you had no intention of doing. “no thank you.”
“i’m sorry?”
you looked back up at your teacher from the book you had brought to class, ‘a clutch of vampires.’ a gift from your mother as a reward for your grades from the previous year.
“i said 'no.’ thank you though.” you didn’t notice the stares of your classmates or the slack jawed surprise written on your teacher face. you did however feel the gaze of the boy in front of you, looking back into his dark eyes only to be met with a mischievous, downright devious grin feeling the spiders in your stomach mother had told you about.
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So um…I just had a thot…
Eddie and cheerleader!reader (living out shattered Cheddy dreams) in your room. Everyone already thinks he’s a devil worshipper freak, so the two of you being seen together might just convince them the devil is gonna tear the earth beneath Hawkins wide open. That doesn’t stop the two of you from sneaking around on dates and shit.
Ok back to the thot.
Your parents think you’re studying for a big final or something, meanwhile you’ve snuck Eddie into your room to spend time with him. Your parents are a mere two doors away while Eddie is three knuckles deep fingering you while you bite into his shoulder to not give yourself away. But Eddie is a talker, so he’s whispering about how much of good slut you are and how pretty you look when you cum for him
Bye now ;)
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The Big Night - Eddie Munson x WOC!Reader, Lucas Sinclair x Platonic!Reader
Eddie Munson x WOC!Reader, Lucas Sinclair x Platonic! Reader, Appearances from The Hellfire Club
Summary: You find out the championship game is the same night as Eddie's campaign and convince him and the club to go support Lucas.
A/N: This is a bit of a self-indulgent, rewrite of this whole sequence bc it made so sad that no one from Hellfire went to support Lucas at an important moment in his life. Being a WOC, I wanted to include some solidarity between the reader and Lucas. Lucas is often left out of many storylines on here so I wanted to bring him into my fic bc he deserves better and is such a great character! Please do let me know if I took any missteps with his character as I wrote this from the place as a WOC. I will work to rectify any mistakes or problems. With all that being said, hope you enjoy! <3
Word Count: 2,385
Warnings: slight angst, mentions of racism
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Moving to Hawkins had been nerve-racking, to say the least. Yet here you were, fall semester, come and gone and the year nearing its close. In that time, you’d managed to join the Hellfire Club. The logo of the devil front and center was enough to intimidate you but the big brown teddy bear eyes led you to stay. The wicked charming smile and safety that seemed to radiate from the tall, lanky boy named Eddie led you to relax your shoulders and unclench your jaw as his calm demeanor drew you in.
Since then, the rest of the boys in Hellfire have accepted you into their little family and taken a liking to the responsible balance you bring to the chaos. Snapping out of your trance, you’re brought back to the table to discuss the finale of Eddie’s campaign tonight.
Eddie’s eyes drift to yours silently checking in. You nod and give him a gracious smile as he reciprocates it. His doe eyes leave yours, returning to continue his conversation with Gareth and Paul. You begin to stand up to head to the bathroom before mouthing to Eddie that you're heading to the bathroom. He once again nods and smiles at you.
As you turn a corner to the hall where the bathroom resides, you hear your name being called. Turning around you see none other than Lucas Sinclair. A smile grows on your face as the young boy approaches you in his basketball warm-up suit.
Now you had taken a special liking to Lucas as you felt protective over him. He was often the shyest of the boys and much more soft-spoken in the group. You could see how he struggled to balance liking nerdy things and also wanting to be popular. When you first moved to Hawkins, you struggled with this too but being older and realizing that high school wasn't going to be the peak of your life, you accepted where you stood in the Hawkins hierarchy.
Being a POC also led you to feel solidarity with Lucas being in a predominantly white, racist school. You felt there was a deeper, mutual understanding between you and Lucas to protect one another.
He jogs up to you with a smile, holding something in his hands.
“Hey, y/n!”
“Hi, Lucas!” You reply as you mimic his excited tone.
“Hey, so I got the club tickets for my game tonight.”
Oh. Right. The big championship was moved to tonight.
“Oh ok!” You say as he hands you one.
“Here’s yours. I’d rather give it to you now and not risk having Eddie lose it or something.”
“No, you’re completely right to give it directly to me. Thanks!”
As he turns on his heel to leave and head into the cafeteria to give the boys theirs, you stop him.
“Wait, Lucas.”
“Yeah?” He must've forgotten, caught up in the anticipation of the game.
“Eddie’s campaign ends tonight.”
Now it's his turn for his face to drop.
“Right, shit- I-I mean, sorry” He blurts out. You lightly chuckle.
“It’s alright but um- look I really want to be there for you and I'm sure the uh-,” you hesitate knowing the outcast titles linked to the rest of your mutual friends, “boys will want to be there for you too but um...”
He nods along to your statement, not sure where it's leading. Your eyes flit across his face before making their way down to your shoes.
“Just let me talk to them about it, yeah?”
“They’re my friends too, y/n”
“Yeah I know but it's just- it's going to be hard to ask Eddie to move tonight, especially since you've been missing club meetings lately.”
He frowns at this but understands what you're saying. He knows how serious Eddie is about campaigns but he also knows you practically have the boy under a spell.
“Yeah ok. I’ve actually got to talk to Max and some guys on the team so would you talk to them and give them these?” He hands you the stack of tickets.
“Of course, Lucas.” His smile appears again, genuinely happy to have a friend as understanding as you.
“Thank you so much y/n. I’ll see you later o-or tonight, whichever comes first!” He says as he begins walking back out of the hallway.
“Alright Lucas, see you later!” You return his smile.
Glancing back down at the tickets, you sigh. You really hoped this would go smoothly but knew the inevitable pushback that was coming your way. You could let Lucas handle this but you’d rather do it knowing how the boys can be and wanting to soften the blow of hurt feelings. Pushing away the negatives, you made your way to your original destination.
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As you head back into the cafeteria, you feel your palms begin to sweat. You trusted the boys and Eddie with all your heart but you were still nervous at the potential of their reactions. Despite this, you knew the right thing would be to support Lucas as you felt he desperately needed the support of his friends from both worlds.
Whatever the outcome, you were going to support Lucas. You felt the way he looked up at you, you noticed the way he would relax knowing you were in his corner and always there to support him. That comfortableness you felt in each other's company was something you cherished and wanted to protect.
Eddie sees your figure walking towards your usual seat next to him at the table and stands to pull out your chair. “For you m’lady,” he says as he pulls your chair out and kisses your cheek. You smile and reply with a soft, “thank you.” You scootch in as Eddie takes his seat next to you. The guys and now Dustin and Mike all express their excitement for tonight. Suddenly, you clear your throat and all eyes fall on you. Now having grabbed all their attention, you feel your nerves at their highest.
“So I ran into Lucas on the way to the bathroom and he gave me these.” You put your hand in your jacket pocket and take out the tickets.
Curiosity spreads across each of the boys' faces.
“These are tickets to the championship game … that um, happens uh … tonight.” As you say this, Dustin and Mike turn to look at each other confused as to why Lucas hadn’t come to them first to talk about this.
The table goes silent.
You hesitantly look at Eddie’s face. His face is unreadable as he focuses ahead on the bag of pretzels he had brought for lunch that day. Your eyes glance to Jeff, then Gareth, then Paul. Each of their faces waited, anticipating what their dungeon master had to say. Eddie sighs before breaking the silence.
“Baby ... my campaign ends tonight.”
“Yes, I remember, Eds, but the game got moved to tonight.”
The boys watch your exchange with Eddie carefully, feeling a shift in the air.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to find a sub for him, won’t we?” He states with a firmness in his decision.
“Eddie,” you begin, “this is really important for Lucas. Do you think we can push back the end of your campaign one night so we can all be there for him?”
Eddie’s nostrils flares as he doesn't want to argue about this, especially in front of the club.
You start to ramble before he has the chance to reply.
“Think of it as building up the tension even more and this way we can all be present for your spectacular, soul-shattering finale.” Silence falls over the table once again as Eddie’s eyes harden ever so slightly.
“Sweetheart,” he tries again but his words have a bit more bite, “It’d be easier to just find a sub for him.” He says as gently as possible.
However, you don't back down.
Slightly pissed you reply, “Easier for you or easier for him.”
He blinks owlishly at your harsh tone.
“Look, Lucas can’t change the championship game but you can adjust your campaign.”
“That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair is you being stubborn and not wanting to support a fellow member.”
Now his blood has risen along with yours. This was the first time that both of you were butting heads and no less in front of the other boys. He watches you for a moment and stands up sharply before meeting your eyes.
“Y/n, can we talk somewhere private.” He asks but his tone indicates it’s not really a question.
You hesitate, nervous this would lead to a much harsher spat than you anticipated but stand anyway. Your voice is quieter as you reply with a soft, “yeah.”
He leads you outside the cafeteria, slowly interlocking your pinky with his, to the only place where he can get quiet solitude, his smoking spot. The walk is quiet as you each form your words carefully in your heads. His tall frame becomes slightly intimidating now that he stands in front of you. You watch as he brings his jeweled hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“I’m sorry,” he starts, “I just didn't want the guys to see us … fighting.”
“Well, I wouldn't exactly categorize it as fighting ... ” He looks into your eyes waiting for an indication that you’re joking but you remain serious.
“Well, what would you call," his hands waft pointedly between the two of you," this…”
You breathe out a sigh. "A heated discussion?" You let a small reassuring smile break across your face, hoping to diffuse the tension.
Your eyes then see his hands begin to rub the sides of his pockets and avert his eyes away from yours, his tells that he's nervous.
You take a step closer to him noticing the behavior. “Eddie,” you bring your hands up to his cheeks as you guide his eyes back to yours.
“I understand Eddie, I really do. I know you’ve been working so hard on your campaign and I’m really sorry for making you feel embarrassed in front of our friends ... but ... Lucas really needs his support system.” His eyes watch yours intensely, not wanting to interrupt.
“He’s been trying so hard to find his place here and I think we should all be good friends and attend, for his sake.” He remains quiet, not wanting to give in to you just yet. Yet, he begins to crumble under your gaze as he sees a sheen in your eyes.
Now it’s your turn to wait for him.
He finally sighs and his eyes flutter shut as he nuzzles into your hands.
He’s seen the way others target Lucas more harshly than the other boys. He had noticed this with Jeff but Jeff was older now and could defend himself more. Lucas was young and at that age where he needed his friends more than ever. Eddie realizes all of this and suddenly feels selfish. You simply watch as his features soften.
“Ok. You’re right.”
“Please don't agree with me if you only want to end this ‘fight.”
“No, no, no, that’s not it sweetheart. You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, baby. You didn't do anything wrong.”
“Ok,” he replies.
You bring your hands to hold the back of his neck as you turn your cheek into his chest and bring him into an embrace. He sighs contently as he allows himself to curl into your hold. The two of you remain there for a couple of beats before you pull back and give him a gentle kiss. He hums into the kiss and as his hands begin to slide down your waist to your back pockets, you pull away chuckling. He pouts as you bring his hands back up.
“Nuh-uh, mister, we’re still at school,” you squeal.
“Aw, baby, you’re such a tease,” he jokes.
“Me!” You feign shock, “a tease, never!” He’s glad to see your serious demeanor diminish. He then groans as you give him a wicked smile.
“Alright ms. tease, let’s head back in.” The two of you walk back in, hands now interlocked.
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You stand next to Eddie, Lucas’s number etched on your cheek in white eyeliner. As much as you supported and loved Lucas this is as far as you would go for school spirit. The two of you wait side by side for the rest of the boys to meet you at the entrance. Mike and Dustin linger next to you, chatting about the latest game that went up at the arcade. You decided it was best to hold onto the group’s tickets as the designated responsible member. The faces of Gareth, Jeff, and Paul finally make their way into your eye line as you begin to wave them down. They meet your smiling face with their own smiles, catching up to you and Eddie.
“Alright, here are your guy's tickets,” you say as you begin handing them out, “Please don't lose them in the next 2 seconds.” Dustin scoffs as you say this, catching Eddie’s attention. “Do you think so lowly of us, y/n,” he asks. “No,” you quickly reply, “but at the same time you are teenage boys,” you finish as a laugh escapes your throat. The boys roar in groans and laughs before you all head in. Finding your seats proved to be a bit difficult as students known to deem you guys as social outcasts threw dirty looks and suddenly found difficulty moving for your group. However, they always underestimated Eddie’s strength as he lead you all, throwing an occasional jab of the elbow, to seats right smack in the middle with a perfect view of the court. As Lucas’s name was announced, he jogged in through the tunnel to be met with a loud roar coming from the middle of the stands.
His eyes locked with yours as you screamed his name and then scanned the rest of Hellfire. They whooped and hollered as you encouraged them to do so beforehand. Lucas’s eyes shone as bright as ever as he held his shoulders further back. Eddie stole a glance at you who hadn't stopped cheering for him until the next player’s name was announced. He watched at how passionate you were about your both of your friends. He realized that you were right to convince him to push his campaign. He was so in love with you and how you were able to let him experience moments he would've missed out on. He silently thanked the stars above for finding you before focusing back to catch another glimpse of Lucas’s radiant smile.
Thank you for reading, Angel! <3
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Chapter 1 Who’s that girl?
Chapter 1 of Stargirl
A/N- I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!
Warning- Swearing, angst, fluff! SLOWBURN, long chapter.
Pairing- Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Episode- 2x01
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“What do you think?” He asks as he takes a bite from his burger.
What do I think? Well…dearest father, it’s the most rural place we’ve stayed at, it reeks like cow manure, there’s only one high school here for the entire town so if the desire to change schools occurs it can’t happen unless you are willing to drive me like an hour out of town…
Then again you’ve never actually went to an actual school with people your age. Since you move around a lot you’ve always been homeschooled with either your father or grandmother as your teacher, so there’s little you think you’ll complain about…maybe just lack of friends, or uh…overpopulation of assholes. Yeah, that’d be a deal breaker.
“Well,” you sigh and put your burger down. “It’s something. Uh, grandma was right, it does stink. But,” you pause and shrug whilst you meet his brown eyes. “It’s cozy. It’s quaint.”
Your dad chuckles and looks out the car window. “Quaint? Yeah, yeah. But it’s home,” he grumbles with low enthusiasm. He also wasn’t a fan of...Hawkins? Yeah that’s it, Hawkins—Even if he was the one that grew up here.
You hum and lower your sunglasses to the bridge of your nose to take a better look at all the greenery that lays ahead of you. At least that’s one of the pros of moving out here, this place is green, there’s trees everywhere, you even live by a lake! You’re used to city landscapes so trees, lake houses and small towns are like blue moons; Rare and quite beautiful.
“Are you gonna go see uncle Jim?” You ask your father and throw a fry in your mouth.
Your dad hums for a moment before he lets out a deep breath. “Yeah,” he answers hesitantly. “I’ll surprise him at work.”
You drift your gaze to the corner of your eyes and see him with his jaw clenched which never means anything good, so you don't press on that touchy subject and put away your food. “I’m too nauseous to keep eating.” You throw your head back on the headrest and groan. “Maybe I can go with you, or go organize the house?”
Your father had people go move everything in and organize everything before you got here, but going to school with so many people is upsetting your stomach, and making your heart and mind all panicky and fast moving.
“House is organized, and I’m going to work,” your dad says and blinks to meet your gaze.
“Yeah,” you huff, “a job which consists of sneaking around and talking to people.”
“Today,” he corrects you. “But still, after all that sneaking,” he mocks you. “Then it’s a lot of talking on the phone, computer shit, and filling out paper. You hate that stuff. So, you go to school, make some friends, see if any of the teachers remember me—”
“They can’t remember you if they’re dead,” you grumble and bounce your eyebrows. “You are ancient.”
He scoffs and shakes his head. “Just…have fun,” he shrugs nonchalantly.
You roll your eyes and groan out dramatically so he knows you’re bugged. You then proceed to rest your arms over the open window, and rest your chin on your clasped hands to pout.
And it’s at that very moment that you look through the rear view mirror, that you catch the gleaming brown eyes of a guy with the best brown styled hair you’ve seen a guy wear. He has nice thin pink lips, he’s tall from what you can notice, and slim but not super scrawny, he’s like, perfectly built, like Tom cruise! Yeah, that’s right, he’s like a Tom cruise type, only this guy is a lot cuter.
You shouldn't have been able to notice so much in that little time he passes by, but the funniest thing is that time seemed to slow down a bit.
Albeit he was walking around with some brunette girl so he didn’t care about you.
“So you ready then?”
Maybe now that you’ll be in somewhat of a stable living condition you’ll get a boyfriend! Maybe a guy as nice looking as that guy that passed by.
“Kid?” Your dad calls out again and nudges your arm.
You snap your eyes over to him and quirk a quizzical brow. “Huh?”
He snickers. “Ready to go in? I have shit to do.”
You sigh and lift your chin off your hands to take your sunglasses off your face and put them away, even if it goes with the mini black dress, and the black knee high boots over the tights. It may be a lot for school, but…what do girls wear to school?
“Let’s go,” you mumble and hide your nerves.
Once you get inside the school it’s when the stares all direct at you, no one is shy to look away especially because your dad is walking at your side, and well you are the new girl. It makes you feel like you’re under a spotlight, or like you just got in trouble and have to be escorted to the principal. You try to ignore the wandering stares as best as you can, but they do make that knot in your stomach only feel worse.
You would’ve hooked your arm around your fathers, but you were already getting talked about and stared at so you just dig your nails on your palms and stick by your dads side the entire way to the front office. When you do reach that office, just as your dad is going to open the door for you, some guy with a blond mullet, a denim over denim outfit, and a creepy smirk holds the door open for you.
“Thank you,” you tell him.
The guy shoots you a wink and then looks you up and down before you walk past, making you scrunch your nose in disgust, and then look back at your dad with a teasing smile once the guy is gone.
“That is a guy you wanna stay away from,” your dad whispers to you.
“Were you one of those guys daddy?” You ask him.
Your dad shakes his head. “Nah, I was nerdy back then. I was picked on by the guys that looked like that. Your uncle always got in trouble ‘cause he stepped in to protect me.”
You smile softly since this is one of the rare times he talked good about his half older brother; same dad but they had different moms.
“I wonder if those same guys would pick on you now,” you retort with a smirk.
Your dad scoffs softly. “I’d like to see em try.”
“How can I help you two?” The front office lady asks, cutting off your conversation with your dad.
“Yeah,” your dad agrees and turns to face the young red head—or well she isn’t young, but she is younger than the other lady across from her. “Actually, it’s my daughter's first day of school today, I came to sign some papers.”
The lady’s eyebrows lift as she now realizes who you are. “Oh, the new senior, okay. Just a moment let me grab those papers for you now.” The lady gets out of her seat and walks to the cabinet at the other end of the room.
“Here,” your dad directs at you and turns to hand you your backpack he had been carrying. “Remember I’ll pick you up after school so don’t try to sneak off somewhere,” he says with a feigned stern tone since he really doesn’t mean it. He just likes to sound authoritative with you in front of other adults.
You playfully roll your eyes and nod stiffly. “Sure, sure.” You swing your backpack over your shoulder, but now, hoping he’d change his mind and let you stay home now, you part your lips to ask, but then the door opens and that brunette girl that was with the cute guy walks into the office alone.
She’s very pretty, and has a very prominent jaw, like the kind the celebrities have. Is she senior too?
“Here they are,” the lady returns and presses the papers on the counter for your dad to sign. “Will you be the main parent to contact, or will it be the mother?”
You look at the red headed women and then glance at your dad.
“No, no,” he chuckles and begins to fill out what was highlighted on the sheets. “It’s just me. No mom.”
The lady lowers her glasses to check out your dad and slowly sits back on her chair. “If it’s just you and her then why move all the way out in the middle of nowhere.”
Your dad shrugs. “Just wanted to give my girl a calm life, we’ve been around a lot so I, uh, wanted to give her a more simple life like how I had back in my prime.”
The lady smiles and leans forward to bat her eyelashes and show more of her cleavage to your father—She wouldn’t be the first. It’s weird, women hear that he’s a single and caring father and the ladies swoon.
He doesn’t fail to notice it either, he always likes to flirt with women this way because he says it’s the simplest trick in the book; showing he cares about his family, and showing off that he was a caring single dad. He also says that when you were a baby women would swoon and flock around him.
Do you believe that? Hardly.
“We encourage every student to take an extracular,” the lady says but keeps looking at your dad. “Here’s what we have open.” She places another piece of paper on the table and points to the top labeled ‘activities’, and then drags her pen down to mark the women’s sport section.
When you look at what they have for sports though, all the shit is lame for women.
“You should give band a try,” your dad suggests. “Play the trumpet like your old man.”
You hum and shrug. “Eh, how about women’s soccer?” You look up at him to meet his gaze. “I could try that considering there’s, like no boxing or you know stuff like that.”
“Did you come to Hawkins?” The lady interjects and pulls your fathers attention away.
“Yeah, I did, a long time ago it seems like now. I’m Rowan Hopper.” He reveals.
The lady’s eyes go wide and she has to take off her glasses to…look better?
“You’re related to Chief Hopper?” She probes with a curious look.
Your dad nods stiffly. “Yeah, he’s my older brother. Half-brother. Did you go to Hawkins?”
You roll your eyes and circle the sport you want to enter and slide the paper back to the lady. “Here,” you cut her off to continue this progress before you last here all day.
The lady blinks and drags her eyes to you and sighs before taking the paper. “Okay, I’ll tell the coach. Practice is every Tuesday and Thursday after school.”
You hum in agreement and push yourself back from the counter since you’re done.
“Here’s your schedule,” the lady says and shows off a sheet of paper with all your classes on it.
When you take it she gets up and walks around the counter to reach the same brunette girl. “This here is Nancy Wheeler, she’ll be your chaperone for the day. She’ll show you to your classes.” She feigns a smile, and you meet Nancy’s gaze to shoot her an awkward tightlipped smile.
“That’s all we need, you’re free to go, thank you,” the lady continues and now gets closer to your dad to actually grin. “Come back whenever you want, I can show you around if you’d like.”
You stifle your teasing laugh, and catch Nancy’s amused look that matches yours at the sound of the lady being so bold with your father.
“I might have to take you up on that offer,” your dad retorts with a small smile before he turns to meet your gaze. “I’ll see you later kid.”
You let out a deep breath and nod stiffly. “Okay.”
He begins to back away, but first pulls his finger close to the corner of his lips, and then curves it upward to motion you to smile.
You scoff at his speechless message and offer him a tightlipped smile.
He doesn’t like that response though, so he repeats himself, causing you to sigh and offer him a sweet smile.
“Good, good,” he says and reaches the door. “I’ll see you later my dear, have a good first day.”
You offer him a small goodbye wave and a sadder look. “Bye daddy.”
Said man shoots you a smile before he turns and walks out of the office, leaving you with your guide Nancy now.
“Okay,” she cuts in and walks over to you. “I can show you to your locker, it’s right by mine.”
You look over at her and nod in comprehension before she leads you out.
It’s quiet between you and her for a few seconds. You haven’t really had many friends, or had the time to talk to anyone your age, so it’s hard to know what to talk about, but you try.
“Are you senior too?” You ask her.
Nancy steals a quick glance and shakes her head. “No, I'm a junior, but we share a lot of the same classes. And well, we don’t get many new kids here but when we do, helping them is extra credit.”
Ah a big shot. Your dad told you about people like her. He was once like her too, so you can’t say they’re terrible people, actually she's the kind of person you should be friends with.
“Ah, well, thanks anyway,” you exhale and look around at all the gawkers watching you like if you’re their next meal. “This is my first day at an actual school, so I,” you giggle nervously. “Would be completely lost.”
“Actual school,” Nancy quotes with a curios gaze. “What do you mean?”
“Well…” you pause and avert your gaze. “I’ve been homeschooled almost my whole life until now.”
Nancy’s already big eyes go even wider, and her lips spread to a faint amused smile. “Wow, that’s interesting. Why the sudden change? I mean you’re a senior, you’re almost done with school.”
To avoid exposing what little you do know about your dads mission here at Hawkins, you shorten your short version. “Well…my dad came here so I said why not give it a try? Get the high school experience before I can’t.”
Nancy hums softly and nods along. “Nice. Well I really hope you like it, even if coming here isn’t so exciting.”
You laugh softly, and slow down to a stop alongside her as she walks to a pair of lockers. “Well, you know I’m actually looking towards the slow boring days,” you share with her, and surprise yourself because you are sharing.
You aren’t shy, or you don’t think you are, but you also didn’t think you’d be diving so deep with someone yet. “My dad and I move around a lot, in and out of the country for his work, never too long anywhere so I’m actually excited for the mundane stuff that Hawkins has to offer.” You add.
Nancy blinks and peers back to meet your gaze with a spark of interest that twinkles in her eyes and shows off a small smile. “Well you put it that way,” she mumbles and turns to open her own locker. “Then it’s hard to argue.”
You hum and look at your paper to read the number of your combination. You do know how to do that so you open it with ease, but as you do, from the corner of your eye you catch the cute guy from before sneaking up on Nancy from behind. He catches her by surprise and wraps his arm around her neck before pressing a kiss on her cheek.
Nancy giggles and squirms away from his touch, letting you shove nothing in your locker since you actually don’t know what you need yet, it’s just awkward to watch them, so you just look at the empty and small locker.
“Hey, y/n,” Nancy calls.
You shut the locker door and slowly turn to face her and him.
“This is Steve…”
So that’s his name? He looks like a Steve.
“Steve, this is the new girl, Y/N, she just transferred from homeschool, she’s actually a senior too.” Nancy introduces and plasters a small smile on her face.
The guy throws his hand up for a stiff greeting, and then lifts his chin. “Hey.”
You draw in a deep breath and smile softly. “Hey,” you exhale, and find yourself holding his gaze for a moment before you pull your eyes away and look at your schedule. Unbeknownst to you he keeps his gaze on you for another lingering second.
“Well, I’ll catch you later Nance,” Steve interjects. “I need to grab something from my locker. I just came to say hi.”
Nancy gives him a comprehensive response before he presses a kiss on her lips, letting you know the status of their relationship. He in fact is not single….
“Come on,” Nancy directs at you now and points her head down the hall. “I’ll show you to your first class.”
The walk there is short but is now filled with silence. You would have tried to fill it, but one, you are very much disappointed by him being taken, even if you weren’t going to try something either way. And two, you also can’t speak because of your never ending set of racing nerves that riddle your body. It’s why when you reach your class you step just to the door, and then pull your head back to watch Nancy get out of sight before you rush to the bathroom just down the hall from the class.
Thankfully no one else is inside so you face the window and exhale deeply.
Today shouldn’t be so hard, you tell yourself—it’s like another day at your dads office…those rare times he gets to go—
Only these aren’t adults but kids your own age, judgy kids who haven’t stopped looking at you.
You stick out like a sore thumb here! It’s awful—but you’ll get over it, it’ll be okay. You’ll make friends, go to class and blend in.
You’ll live a normal life for however long you last here.
Isn’t that what you’ve wanted, what wished for afterall? Stability? An ounce of normal in your hectic life?
Well this can be it, stability.
You exhale again, and pull out your lipgloss to apply one more coat before you walk out and head back to class just as the bell rings in the somewhat empty hall. The only one also walking the hall is Steve, and he seems to be walking to the end of the hall where your class is.
Does he have the same class? Hm?
And just as you think about him he looks back and finds you, but he then looks back ahead quickly. A couple seconds pass and he looks back again; does he have something to say or what?
You’d move but you have the same class so you stay and keep walking behind him.
Steve peers back once more, so you scoff this time and throw him a comment. “I’m not following you if that’s what you’re thinking.” You open your schedule and point to the first class. “See, same class.”
Steve turns around to walk back and face you. “Never thought that, but now that you are showing me, did homeschooling not teach you how to hold a paper right? Aren’t you people supposed to be wicked smart?”
You blink rapidly in disbelief and scoff as you turn the paper around the right away. “Did homeschooling not teach you how to hold a paper right?” You mock him.
Steve narrows his gaze on you before he rolls his eyes and feigns a dry laugh. “Real mature. Guess you just proved me wrong.” He teases with a playful smirk.
You shoot him an unamused glare and quip back. ��You started it, now I’m heading to class.” You huff out and pick up your pace to walk past him.
“Yeah?” He scoffs. “Well me too.” He picks up his own pace to beat you to the same class.
You roll your eyes in annoyance, but you also can’t help but smile faintly at the ground before you walk in your first class.
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*LATER*
Lunch, a break between classes before the rest of the day. It’s not as different as home, albeit usually you did eat lunch with your grandmother or your father, and the food was…uh…way more appetizing than whatever slob they give here.
Regardless, pushing that plate aside, Nancy. You asked if she’d like to have lunch with you so you wouldn’t sit alone in the cafeteria in the middle of all the other students with clics of their own, but, well she isn’t here. Nor is her boyfriend. It’s been 10 minutes now too. Perhaps she’s just running late.
Or she just doesn’t want to talk to you and pretended to be interested in what you had to say between classes….
Yeah….that sounds right—but! You’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and keep waiting.
Eat? No, you’ll bring your own food next time.
Think about going to, “Tina’s Halloween bash.” And get “sheet faced”? Yeah, it sounds promising. Cool. You've never been to a high school party so it should be cool, especially because it’s a costume party!
Maybe you can be—well that’s still up for debate, but it should be cool. Maybe you can even make more friends, considering the one you wanted to be with isn’t showing up. Great.
Maybe being outside will make you seem less like the new girl. At least you won’t be gawked at as much anyway.
Thus you push yourself off the bench and pick up your tray. Yet just before you can turn away from the chair a plate slams on the spot across from you.
You slowly lift your eyes and notice a guy with long brown hair, a leather jacket over a band shirt, and kind brown eyes.
“Hello, new girl and welcome to Hawkins high!” He greets with a wide welcoming grin.
You slowly sit back down and offer him a small smile. “Hi…” you mumble.
The guy rests his elbows on the table and then rests his chin on his hands before leaning in. “I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours.”
You squint your eyes and feel your lips tug to a wider smile. “Y/N?”
He narrows his gaze and picks on that. “Is it y/n? Or are you messing with me? Or are you just not sure, I’ve heard you’re homeschooled.”
You roll your eyes and shake your head. “I was homeschooled, not kept from learning. I’m just….unsure.”
“Unsure?” He quotes and picks his head off his chin. “About what? Me?” He points at his chest.
You shrug. “You know you just come here, leather coat, long hair like Ozzy Osborne, I just need to be cautious.”
The guy's eyes go wide and his smile widens. “Don’t shit me girl, you know Ozzy Osbourne?”
You narrow your gaze and furrow your brows in confusion at his question. “Yes. Why shouldn’t I?”
The guy looks you up and down and then points at your dress. “Because you’re dressed like that?”
You chuckle and nod. “Yeah, I guess lookwise I kind of give a different perspective, but, that’s why you can’t really judge me based on my looks.” You shrug playfully.
The guy chuckles and then smiles softly. “You’re right. So y/n—”
“First,” you cut him off. “I gave you mine, now give me yours.”
The guy holds your gaze and shares what you ask for. “Eddie. Eddie Munson.”
You shoot him a sweet grin. “Well thanks Eddie for taking time from your lunch to talk to me.”
“Well,” he says and picks up his plastic spork. “You looked lonely so I came out of pity.” He smirks.
You feign a laugh, but then go serious. “You are joking right? Because if you aren’t, this makes things weird.”
Eddie snickers and nods. “I’m messing with you, but really I came because you did look lonely.”
You mess with your food and sigh. “I was waiting for my guide who agreed to lunch but she bailed.”
He hums and then takes the orange flier from the table. “You got invited to this thing?”
You hum in agreement. “Yep. This girl was just handing them out so I took it.”
Eddie’s eyebrows begin to knit together out of cursoity. “You goin’?”
You shrug. “I don’t know, depends if I can come up with a last minute costume. Are you?”
Eddie slams the paper down and shoves food in his mouth. “I’m too much of a loser to be invited to one of those parties.”
“What?” You quip. “Loser? Really? I don’t see it.”
“You,” my friend he says and swallows his food. “Haven’t been here long, so let me tell you, me and my friends. The band geeks, some of the school newspaper people, and you know all that stuff, are considered losers here by the jocks and everyone who has enough of daddy’s money to buy themselves some friends.”
You set your utensil down and look around at everyone having lunch before you look back at Eddie. “I can’t say I agree with you, I’ve been homeschooled my whole life up until now. All my school experience comes from tv and my dads stories. If I go to that Halloween party it will be my first highschool party ever, but from what I’m experiencing now, I think you’re cool. I mean besides Nancy, you’re the first person who’s bothered to have an actual conversation with me.”
Eddie’s offers you a half smile and nods slowly. “Thanks. You’re cool too, especially because you know Ozzy Osbourne. But I don’t want to taint you, you’re new, pretty, you can have cool friends.”
You nod. “Yeah, but will they actually be genuine if all they care about is my looks, and my daddy's money, as you say?”
“Guess that depends.”
You hum softly and take the flier from the table to shove it in your backpack.
“But can we rewind and touch on the fact that you haven’t gone to a high school party before?” Eddie points out, making you cover your face and grow hot out of embarrassment.
“I told you,” you remind him. “I’ve been homeschooled. My dad moves around a lot for work, so as to not keep moving schools, he just chose to teach me, and let my very strict grandma teach me. I can’t really make friends and go out if I’m hopping on a plane every other month.”
Eddie leans over and slams his hands on the table. “Well you my friend are going to crash that party with me.”
You put your hand down and slowly begin to smile with joy. “Really? That sounds like fun. I'm down.”
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*LATER*
Much of the second half of school was quite boring, a lot of stuff that the teachers talked about is stuff you already learned so it serves mostly as a reminder. Which…can be useful for tests…
That girl Nancy, showed up after stranding you at lunch and did not forget to throw apologies, saying that she forgot she was going to help her boyfriend study, and that she literally forgot about lunch. It doesn’t make a good impression to you’re already cautious mind, but you ignore the warning and let it slide.
It’s not like you have much options anyway.
And now home. Your dad got home and went off to report, type, and write about his mystery day. He has failed to come out of his office, so you’re left to your own devices. Which consists of staying in your living room watching tv and doing homework, you’re just not used to so much space, it all feels…forbidden. It just doesn’t feel like it’s yours yet. You’ll give it time though, soon your mind will come to terms that your current house is more than just a square.
Albeit there is one aspect that does make you grasp how big your house is, and that’s how lonely it all makes you feel. Usually you’re content knowing that your dad is in the room next to yours, but now you’re in the living room and he’s upstairs, far, and closed off in his office.
He didn’t even come down for dinner.
Maybe you should pay him a visit. Cure yourself from this loneliness.
“Hey,” you call softly. “Dad.” You tap your fist on the door again and press your ear against the door.
A few seconds pass before his voice travels out. “Come in.”
You slowly open the door and first peak your head inside. “You missed dinner,” you say as you watch him spin around on his chair to face you cautiously stepping in his office. “So I brought it for you.” You walk in fully and show off the plate.
The corner of his lips tug upward slightly. “Thanks,” he mutters while he watches you walk in.
“How was your day?” You query whilst you study his office and look out for anything that will clue you as to what he’s been doing today.
Your dad takes the plate from your hand and actually redirects your question. “How was yours?”
You narrow your gaze and stay quiet for a few seconds, finding his avoidance off, but not questioning it too much yet. “It was…” You sigh and shrug. “Cool. It’s weird.” You smile. “Going to class. Being around so many people my age. I mean some classes are quite boring because I already know what they were teaching, but…I think I like it. I like school.”
Your dad hums softly. “That’s good baby. Wh-what about that chaperone girl?” He wonders. “You make friends with her? She seemed nice.”
“Yeah,” you agree and lean against the wall. “She was nice but she was kind of…weird…she was in and out. At times it feels like she does wanna be my friend, but she then pulls away. Is that normal?”
As your dad takes a bite from his sandwich he drops his gaze and blinks slowly. “Well you're basically strangers, give her some time. Get to know her. Invite her over, or I don’t know, hang out.”
Yeah he is right, you can’t have her be your bestest friend in a day. Maybe you’ll see her at the party, or-or maybe you can hang out the day after! That’d be nice.
“Get this though,” you add excitedly and dig in your sweaters pocket to pull out the party invite. “I got invited to a halloween party!” You hand your dad the paper so he can look at it, and then fiddle with your fingers. “Could I go?”
“Hm,” he hums and then swallows back his food and scoffs in amusement. “Sheet-faced. That’s…funny.”
“Yeah,” you scoff. “Not so creative, but can I? I met a guy, he said he’d accompany me. He’d even pick me up.”
Your dads gaze lifts at the mention and rather than picking on the fact that you mentioned a boy, he begins to smirk. “Sure, you can go.”
You beam and clap. “Yay.” You run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “I thought of my costume already…drum roll please!”
Your dad puts the plate down and pats his hands on the handles of his chair.
You skip back away from him, making him follow you with his eyes.
“David Bowie!” You announce. “More specifically, a costume he wore in his The 1980 Floor Show. The one with the nets and fake hands.”
Your dad grabs his plate again and smirks. “I’ll like to see how you pull that off for tomorrow.”
“Don’t doubt me, I can do it. I’ll be the best dressed one there!” You clasp your hands together and swing them down. “Now my keys! Please.”
Your dad sighs deeply before spinning around and swiping your car keys off his desk. “Just be careful, okay? No drinkin’, or you know pumping music to loud.”
Just as you’re about to snatch your keys from his hand you look at him with a growing smile. “Pumping music?” You repeat as you begin to giggle. “Dad?” You shoot him a playful glare.
He throws his hands up and finds nothing wrong with it. “What? I heard someone say it!”
You burst out laughing harder and swipe your keys from him. “I’m gonna go pump music in my room now,” you tease him and laugh louder as you begin to stride out of his office.
Rather than staying in his office your father follows after you whilst he eats his sandwich. “Mhm, I love tomato stems in my sandwich.”
You peer back and click your tongue. “Shoulda made dinner than. Besides vitamins…can’t having you lacking at work. Who’ll keep up with my expensive taste then?”
“College fund,” he muffles with his mouth full of food. “Or drugs. It’s a growing business.”
You giggle and walk into your open room, and throw your keys on your bedside table before you stop by your bed and just look at it.
With all the moving around for his work you’ve actually never had a bed of your own. Never one you can pick out pretty covers for, never one to say “yeah that’s my bed”. You can’t complain about motel beds, or rented homes, but they don’t compare to this, this was yours, your own.
“Now,” you whisper and take your slippers off to jump on your bed. “Tell me,” you add with a grin. “How was your day?” You drag yourself further on the bed and cross your legs to bounce on the bed.
It’s so soft and bouncy, not hard whatsoever. It smells new too, not used and washed by cheap soaps.
“I met with Jim,” he finally shares. “It was…uh…awkward at first, but it was…nice I suppose.”
You scoff and pat the empty space beside you. He doesn’t fret, he puts his plate down and takes the seat beside yours.
However he then gets up and runs to the entrance. You’re about to question him, but he then turns the light off and hurries back to his spot. “Lay back,” he orders.
Your eyebrows furrow, but you don’t question him and do as he asks, seeing he lays back too. Yet seeing him do it only confuses you more.
“So, we—”
“Look up,” he cuts you off.
You draw in a deep breath and flicker your eyes up to the ceiling. That’s when you gasp as you see glowing stars slowly brighten.
“I just thought I’d make this feel like home,” he whispers and turns his head to look at you.
The gesture wasn’t big, they were silly stars that glow in the dark, something for kids, but it means a lot to you that he remembers.
“Do you like them? Or are they embarrassing now?”
You smile in awe and tilt your head down to meet his gaze. “I love them daddy.” You grin happily and look up at the glowing stars again. “Maybe we should have dinner with uncle Jim. Mend what’s broken?”
“I offered,” your dad says with a sigh. “He shut me down, but I did meet up with an old friend, Bob Neeby.”
Oh, right, his nerdy best friend.
“He invited me for lunch tomorrow.”
You hum softly in comprehension, “that’s good. You won’t have to hang out with me all the time now.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “It is weird.” He jokes.
You laugh softly, and then let a comfortable silence take over but only for a little while.
“So,” he breaks the short silence in a more serious tone this time. “I think this will be my big break.”
Your smile falters as you hear him share what you’ve been after.
“You remember the lab I told you about?”
You nod slowly.
“Well,” he continues. “This lab it’s crazier than I was told. It’s more than just experiments. Get this…a boy is presumed dead, there’s a body and everything, but a few days later he comes out alive and it’s like nothing happened. And a few days after he disappeared, a girl disappeared too around the same area, but she didn't come back,” he sighs.
“I spoke with the parents and they say that she was caught up in something that leaked from the lab. Or that’s what Jim told ‘em. But the weird thing is that there’s no body. She just disappeared close to the lab,” he says almost excitedly.
You let out a shaky breath and slowly look at him with a scared frown. “You believe the leak is true?” You ask in a frightful voice.
Your dad sighs and shakes his head. “No. There’s something more going on. There’s unexplained deaths, missing files…unsolved calls. Someone’s covering shit up,” he deadpans. “I’m here to take it all down though. End it all. There’s evil in that lab. I’ll set things right.”
“And after?” You bring up with hope. “Do we get to settle down?”
Your dad lets out a deep breath and nods. “Yeah. After this we stop moving. I go back to Washington, we find a good home there and we just live.”
You turn your gaze back to the stars and can’t help your hopeful smile. “Promise?” You ask.
“I promise,” he assures you.
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#fanfiction#damn-stark#Stargirl#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fanfic#stranger things series#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington#steve harrington x woc!reader#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington series#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fluff#keanu reeves#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#chapter 1#Jim hopper
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PLAYBOY BUNNY
SUMMARY: a day in the life of eddie munson and his bimbo girlfriend
PARINGS: eddie munson x bimbo!black!reader
DETAILS: pda, spicy, making out, smut-ish, sexual humor, eddie smacking your ass, pet names, looking up your skirt, eddie touching you, mentions of sex, very touchy-feely.
eddie squinted his eyes as the sun beamed through the windows in his trailer. he looked down at himself noticing he was completely bare. eddie grinned as he remembered what transpired last night, looking over he saw you, sleeping. you were sleeping on your back and your curly hair was messed up and was displayed all over the pillow. he noticed how peaceful each breath was and how your eyelashes kissed you cheeks. you were completely bare too, covers covered the bottom half of your body leaving your tits out. eddie reached over and cupped your left tit, caressing it. you started to whine and shift a little bit, you were asleep but not in a deep sleep. “eddie stoppp m’sleepy.” you whined as eddie palmed your deep brown tits. “wake up doll.” eddie says no taking his hand off you, but you didn’t budge. since you were being so stubborn eddie began to slide his hand down you stomach until his hand disappeared underneath the sheets, since you was completely bare this was a advantage.
his hands grazed your warm thighs, you ignored it since you was about go back to sleep. eddie then cupped your heat making your eyes shoot open. “I knew that would make you wake up.” eddie chuckled then took his hand off you making you whine. “eddie you can’t just do thatt.” you pouted. “sorry princess but you wouldn’t wake up.” you huffed and rolled your eyes. “ever heard of beauty sleep? eds.” you said leaning up on the bed with your elbows supporting you. eddie’s eyes began to wander down to your tits. “whatca looking at eds? do I something on me?” you said tilting your head to the side as eddie gazed at your brown skin. “nothing baby s’just your pretty that’s all.”
“really? i always thought I was too slutty.” you said then shrugged making eddie chuckle. “I think your the perfect amount of sluttyness babe.” he says as you got up from the bed. “awe thanks babyy.” you pouted then leaned on the bed to kiss his cheek then making your way to the bathroom but eddie grabbed your wrist making you look back him. “I have to go to the bathroom, silly.” you giggle. “I know princess but I want you to know one thing.” eddie says caressing you hand. “yes ed’s?” You saying tilting your head to the side. “you’re my slut m’kay?” eddie says staring at you tits. “really? awe thanks eds that’s literally the nicest thing you ever said to me.” you squealed the kissed his cheek then walked to the bathroom as eddie stared at your ass while you did.
you were going to be the death of him.
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their mouthed were open in shock as they watched you and eddie swap spit with each other. you and eddie were with hellfire today hanging out but it accidentally turned into something else. eddie forgot all about the group of boy who were sitting in front of him as he caressed his tongue with yours. wet sounds and groans filled the room along with eddie squeezing your thighs and ass as you were on his lap. your skirt was lifted up to the point where you could see the the bright pink lace then suddenly the boys eyes shifted to your panties, you didn’t notice until you shifted your head to the side noticing the boy’s stares. “um eddie look.” you tab him on the back, he look over to see the boys staring at you. “hey keep your eyes off my prize.” eddie scolded making the boys instantly stop looking and looking off to space. “sorry we couldn’t help to notice you swapping spit the whole time.” dustin says rolling his eyes. “sorry dusty.” you whispered then stood up from eddie’s lap. eddie took it upon himself to smack your ass as you stood up making you squeal surprisingly as you walk behind eddie and placed you hands on his shoulders which eddie responded with a kiss to your left palm. 
“mhhm.” you and eddie just left the meeting for hellfire and already started to makeout in his van. both of your guys lips red and puffy from the heavy making out and you haven’t even left yet. you clawed onto eddie’s hair as he grouped your warm brown ass that was sitting on his lap. “mhm baby I think we need to leave now.” you said in between kisses. “okay but I’m not done with you.” eddie says letting you get off his lap and sit next to him while he starts the engine.
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there you are. again. on the bed naked like you were this morning, body pressed up against eddie’s naked form with his arm wrapped around you.
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the endddd
just a little something I was thinking about…
sorry for any grammatical errors
#stranger things#woc#black!reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie munson x bimbo!black!reader
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I HAVE AT LEAST 3 STORIES
THAT I HAVE TO POST EITHER TODAY—OR SOMETIME THIS WEEK, SORRY ITS TAKING LONG💔.
BUT GOD, ID KILL FOR SUM ARGYLE/EDDIE X READ LIKE OMFG, I COULD SEE THEM WITH A BIMBO!BLACK!READER WHO ALL DUMB AND JUST ALWAYS WANT TO B UNDER THEIR SKIN🤭 (ME)
LIKE JEEZ, I HAVE TO MAKE A LIL STORY ABOUT MILF!BLACK!READER x BILLY, && A BIMBO!BLACK!INNOCENT!READER x EDDIE x ARGYLE BC OMFGGG ITS JS SO HOT.
NO-EXPERIENCE!BIMBO!INNOCENT!BLACK!READER X THE REAL BEAUTY AND THE BREATS
#mommyruuetrue#mommyruetruue#truueiiove#iiovetruue#argyle smut#argyle#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie x bimbo!reader🎀#eddie x black reader#argyle x black!reader#argyle x bimbo!reader#black!reader#black!fem!reader#x poc reader#x woc!reader#woc!reader#woc reader#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie munson x bimbo!reader#argyle x eddie#argyle x reader x eddie
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Ahhhhh I will drive my own ass to New Orleans from Texas if I have too! But also I need to be a responsible adult since I’m planning on moving 😂😭
Like how else would he fall in love with my Puerto Rican ass self 😭 jk jk 💀🌚
#joe quinn#joseph quinn#stranger things#joseph anthony francis quinn#fanexpo#fan expo New Orleans#Texas#adult money#x woc!reader#x Latina!reader#eddie munson x latina reader
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If I started writing fanfiction, how many of y’all would actually read it?
It would probably include Spencer Reid, Eddie Munson, Steve, Harington, Peter Parker/Spiderman, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Bucky Barnes, some other Marvel men, Batman (Robert Pattinson), maybe a couple Twilight male characters, Fezco, maybe Nate Jacobs (emphasis on the maybe), Connor Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen, and whoever else I randomly decide.
It’ll probably be a lot of x black!reader because I am biracial and there’s not enough representation of woc in fanfiction.
#peter parker#spider man#stranger things#eddie munson#spiderman#joseph quinn#criminal minds#spencer reid#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie munson x reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x black!reader#spiderman x black!reader#spiderman x reader#twilight#edward cullen x reader#jacob black x reader#jasper hale x reader#emmet cullen x reader#seth clearwater x reader#captain america#captain america x black!reader#marvel#battinson#battinsom x reader#the batman#x black!reader#fezco x black!reader#fezco x reader
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Get to know me
My name is Melody. I'm 33. I've been a Stranger Things since early 2017 and an Eddie Munson stan since May 2022. Writing requests for Steddie x reader, Steve x reader, Eddie x reader, Steve x Robin x reader are open! (Platonic Robin and Steve only.)
My former tumblr username was MelodyLangdon
About me: I’m a passionate concert-goer, a horror convention junkie, and a Halloween lover.
My favorite series are SAW, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, American Horror Story, Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street, Paradise City, South Of Nowhere, Rob Zombie’s Firefly family trilogy, and Hemlock Grove. I love thrillers and horror books and my favorite authors are Richard Laymon, Jack Ketchum, Megan Hart, Anne Rice, JRR Tolkien. My top favorite bands of all time are Type O’ Negative, Bullet For My Valentine, Otep, Manson, Rammstein, Motionless In White, Ice Nine Kills, Arch Enemy, Kittie, David Bowie, Motley Crue, Poison, Butcher Babies, Children Of Bodom, Apocalyptica, Raven Black, Straight Line Stitch, Depeche Mode, The Cure, and Ghost. Metal, punk rock, nu metal, thrash metal are my favorite music genres. The Soska Twins, Eli Roth, and Mary Harron are my favorite directors. My top favorite movies are American Mary, American Psycho, American Satan, 10 Things I Hate About You, Girl Next Door, Strangeland, Mistress Of The Dark. The coolest celebs I’ve met are Twiggy Ramirez, Tobin Bell, Manson, Otep, MIW, Butcher Babies, Elvira, Bill Moseley, Sid Haig, and Felissa Rose. My favorite actors are Keanu Reeves, Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery, Heath Ledger, Cody Fern, Bill Skarsgard, River Phoenix, Blake Lively, Megan Fox, Susan Sarandon, Amber Tamblyn, and Margot Robbie.
I follow back any active Stranger Things blog/fan who interacts with me and is 18+. Ask box/inbox open to questions/asks. Minors, creeps, bots, and anyone who’s intolerant towards women, any racists, any anti- POC/WOC and anyone exclusive of any part of the LGBTQIA+ will be blocked no exceptions. Intolerant of intolerance and my blog is a safe space.
My favorite Stranger Things characters are Eddie Munson (obviously). Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, 001/Henry Creel/Vecna, Joyce Meyers, Dustin Henderson, and Argyle.
Favorite ships and couples of ST: Steddie, Chrissy/Eddie, and Nancy/Eddie/Steve/Robin (the fruity four).
I write and take requests for Chrissy/Eddie/reader, Chrissy/Eddie, Eddie/reader, Steddie/reader, Steve/reader, Robin/reader/Steve (platonic Steve+Robin ONLY), Chrissy/reader, and Eddie/reader/Corroded Coffin groupie.
Works in progress/completed: My first Eddie/reader fic was rockstar Eddie x reader headcanons. I have also published 2 Steddie/reader holiday fics on ao3, an Eddie/Chrissy/reader oneshot, Stobin/fem!reader, and a cheerleader reader/Eddie 3 part series. My ao3 username is MelodyLangdon. My next fics to be published will be an Eddie/reader/Corroded Coffin groupie. Rockstar Eddie/fem reader fic series in progress.
18+ only and preferably 21+ following me/interacting + reading my fics. No exceptions.
My newest fics:
Steve/fem!reader/Robin https://archiveofourown.org/works/47570095
Older rockstar Eddie x younger fem!reader https://archiveofourown.org/works/47570314/chapters/119891428
My profiles/socials: https://bento.me/melodymunsonharrington
Masterlist: https://melodylangdonmasterlist.blogspot.com/2020/03/fanfics-masterlist.html
Moodboards: https://melodylangdonmasterlist.blogspot.com/2023/03/moodboards-for-stranger-things-fics.html
More moodboards: https://melodylangdonmasterlist.blogspot.com/2023/03/cody-fern-character-moodboards-for-fics.html
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!¡ DNI !¡
minors, idc if you’re almost 18, you’re not. racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, terf, blank/ageless blogs.
if you’re gonna send hate. if you’re drama-centric, gonna start unnecessary drama/problems
!¡ BYF !¡
I will post/reblog dark and sometimes unsettling content, please read all warnings before interacting if you’re easily triggered. it is your own job to only interact with content you like. hate, harrassment, or bullying will not be tolerated by any means.I am free to block people as I see fit, if that bothers you, go away :) I can decline any request as I see fit
REQUESTING !¡
requesting blurbs !¡
please send at most 2 prompts per request. do not be rude. do not send me the same request, you've sent other writers. do not ask for a character that I do not write for.
I write angst, smut, fluff, and dark, feel free to ask for any of these, but please note I'm allowed to deny any request I feel like I'm not able to write.
I will not write : parents walking in on you. pegging/rimming. male reader. abuse, self harm, eds. fuck/neglect. if you do not know whether I will write it or not, ask and I'll tell ya!
requesting ships !¡
you may ask for a moodboard with it. if you want a moodboard I need physical descriptions to make it fit you. feel free to include as much information as you want, the more information makes it easier to ship you. please make sure you include the fandom and gender of your person in your requests. you can give me your mbti, astrology (up to big six), gender, sexuality, any facts you wanna add and the fandom
ex req. I'm a 5'7" nonbinary, I'm bisexual, and I want both a female and male ship from teen wolf. I'm a taurus scorpio cancer and a istp. I like baking and smoking weed , I'm also a teacher. (not my information)
requesting moodboards !¡
ship moodboards (reader x character). please include what race you'd like the reader to be, if you don't include that I will put both white and woc. feel free to include any things you'd liked to be included for the moodboard, the character you want, and an au if you want one of those.
ex req. asian!reader x vampire! eddie munson (enemies to lovers au)
astrology moodboards. you can give your big three or big six. your gender and race is preferred so I can make it fit you personally.
ex req. aries sun gemini moon scorpio rising white girl.
aesthetic moodboards. please include aesthetic such as dark academia, and anything else you'd like for me to include such as a specific race for the aesthetic, colors, and gender.
ex req. fairycore black girl with pink
who I write for !¡
stranger things.
eddie munson. steve harrington. nancy wheeler. robin buckley. jonathon byers. jim hopper. joyce byers.
teen wolf.
stiles stilinski. scott mccall. lydia martin. theo raeken. derek hale. malia tate.
the vampire diaries.
jeremy gilbert. kai parker. elijah mikaelson. klaus mikaelson. rebekah mikaelson. kol mikaelson.
outerbanks.
john b routledge. pope heyward. jj maybank. rafe cameron.
criminal minds
aaron hotchner. penelope garcia. spencer reid. emily prentiss.
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pov: eddie’s bimbo girlfriend
eddie tying you pink pumps when you need him too. him taking advantage of you but you’re too dumb to notice. giving him good luck head before band concerts. him noticing how you panties show from underneath your skirt but you don’t. him noticing the the way how Jason flirts with you but then again you always thought he was just being nice. you not noticing how much you turn him on by just doing the simple things. trying on dresses for him. his club trying to figure out how he managed to get a girl like you. you always pout and look up at him when you get irritated.
#stranger things#woc#black!reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie munson x bimbo!reader#eddie munson x bimbo!black!reader#eddie munson moodboard
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Everybody Business with Eddie Munson x WOC reader?
Ps This album is one of my favorites from Kehlani
eeeek my first eddie request !! also, this is my fav album from her, i never get tired of it😭 what's your fav song on it??
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