Requested By @petersthree

“eddie should be back in s5!” i say into the mic. the crowd boos. i begin to walk off the stage in shame. “no, she’s right!” i hear a voice in the back say. the lights come on. it’s metallica.

i feel like people don't talk about tanner with his glasses enough.

the thin-brimmed glasses suit him so well!! i like to imagine him reading a novel to you at night, only by the light of a bedside lamp. but you can't focus on what he's saying because all you can do is stare at him, admiring the slight glare in the lenses from the soft lamp light.

i need to see more of t with his glasses on <3

the holy trinity.

Masterlist 🌹

Read my rules before requesting <3

Key:

Fluff = 🌷

Hurt/Comfort = 🌙

Smut = ✨

Angst = 🥀

Softwilly

headcanons:

vamp goth!reader [🌷]

bf softwilly [🌷]

blurbs:

reader with big thighs [🌷]

tattoos [🌷]

Isaacwhy

headcanons:

bf isaacwhy [🌷]

vamp goth!reader [🌷]

blurbs:

slowdancing in the rain [🌷]

BigT

headcanons:

vamp goth!reader [🌷]

blurbs:

tanner with his glasses [🌷]

Yumi

headcanons:

vamp goth!reader [🌷]

blurbs:

pda [🌷]

Larry

headcanons:

vamp goth!reader [🌷]

bf larry [🌷]

Schlatt

Nothing yet <3

(NO LONGER WRITING CHARACTERS BELOW)

Eddie Munson

imagines:

eddie finds out you play guitar [🌷]

eddie x baker!reader [🌷]

blurbs:

pussydrunk eddie [✨]

tattoo artist!reader [n/a]

eddie being a girl dad [🌷]

baking a cake for eddie with your daughter [🌷]

Steve Harrington

imagines:

steve taking care of reader on their period [🌷]

Robin Buckley

blurbs:

stargazing with robin [🌷]

might write an eddie munson x emetophobic!reader, just as a comfort thing for myself. i find it comforting imagining my favorite characters helping me through nausea spells and whatnot

warnings: NSFW!!

thinking about how eddie munson would give you the most back-arching, toe-curling head. and he'd get so pussydrunk while doing it, too. he'd be in between your legs for hours until one of you decides to tap out.

summary: eddie has never had a homemade birthday cake, so you and your daughter deliver

a/n: a lot of you wanted more, and i'm happy to deliver!! i love thinking about dad!eddie. also, i didn't proofread, so sorry if there are any errors <3

okay, i'm gonna keep talking about girldad eddie. i just can't get it out of my head-

i imagine that, growing up, eddie never really had a homemade birthday cake. the most he would get was a single cupcake from the grocery store. so you decide that you and your daughter are gonna make one for his birthday. of course, some chaos ensued. thankfully, you got the mess cleaned up before he got home from work at the local auto shop (yes, i also love mechanic!eddie).

as soon as eddie walked through the door, your 3y/o daughter ran into his arms and said, "happy birfday dada!" he immediately picked her up and spun around with her in his arms, "thank you, shortcake~" she wiggled in his arms until he put her down. she then grabbed eddie's hand and pulled him into the kitchen, where you were making lemonade. next to where you were working was an adorable round cake with vanilla frosting unevenly layered on, black and red jimmies scattered on top, and "happy birthday!" written on top. there were also some rainbow sprinkles piled on one of the corners, as your daughter insisted that it would make the cake even prettier.

when eddie caught sight of the cake, he froze in place. your daughter threw her arms up in the air and exclaimed, "s'pise!" you had practiced saying "surprise" with her earlier, and believe it or not, that was actually an improvement from where she started. you looked up at eddie and smiled at him. when he caught your eye, he immediately began to tear up. never before had he ever had people who took the time to make a cake for him.

eddie's tears soon fell, and your daughter quickly ran over to him and hugged his leg as she asked, "dada sad?" her father let out a chorus of "no no no" about bent down so he could pick her up again. eddie held the little girl close to him and walked over to you, placing a kiss on your cheek. he sat your daughter down on the counter next to the cake and took a closer look at it. "oh my goodness, you designed this, honeybun?" your daughter squealed happily and responded, "mama/papa/bubba helped!" eddie smiled and pulled you into his side. you pecked him on the lips and pulled out a lighter, the candles soon illuminating the room. you and your daughter sang "happy birthday", though her singing was just random noises that followed along to your voice. when you were done, eddie blew out the candles, a huge smile on his face. he looked at you and your child in adoration. you quickly pulled him from his trance when you clapped your hands together, then asking, "okay, who wants cake?"

family || joel miller

a/n: i'm not crying yOU'RE CRYING. also not proofread, so there are probably mistakes! 💗

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, angst but with comfort, fluff ending, ellie slipping up and calling you mom, joel terrified of having another kid because he lost his first one

pairing: joel miller x female!reader

w/c: 1.2k

Joel Miller masterlist || My Library

When it was deemed that you and Joel would be the caretakers of Ellie and she wasn’t being handed off to those crazy doctors, the three of you were trying to navigate life as what you called a ‘broken’ family. You all had your traumas.

            Joel lost Sarah.

            Ellie lost practically everyone around her minus you and Joel.

            You lost your own when the outbreak happened, and you had always been trying to find a way to feel normal again, even when normal was barely a thing you could remember nowadays. You had to create a new normal, and with it came definite hardships.

            Those hardships featured you and Joel trying to be who you were supposed to be, not just for Ellie, but for each other.

            Ellie had heard you two bickering to the point that she’d find a bedroom to hide away in, and she’d shove earbuds into her ears that she uncovered and drown out the noise with an old iPod you brought home to her.

            “What else do you want me to do, sweetheart? Tell me. Because I don’t KNOW!”  Joel screamed at you. He was tense. He was trying to figure this all out, and maybe that had something to do with you being pregnant in a world where nothing made sense.

            “I need you to BE there for me, Joel!” you scream. “I know you didn’t want this. But I’m not getting rid of it.”

            Joel slammed his hands down on the table, and Ellie could hear the bellowing echoes, earning her to close her eyes. She already knew you were pregnant, but she was waiting for you to tell her. Ellie saw you as the mother figure she lost, a woman who guided her through right and wrong. You gave her advice on love, and you tried to do your best for her, and it certainly was noticed.

            “I didn’t say get rid of it, baby. I never said that. But I don’t know how you expect us to bring a child into this world. We don’t lead normal lives! You KNOW that! We fight to survive every day.” Joel hisses, feeling his own tears prick his eyes. “I won’t fail another little girl!”

            You stop in your tracks and stand up straight. “Another little girl? Who said this baby was a girl? Sarah wasn’t your fault, Joel, she–“

            “Stop, don’t you finish that sentence.” Joel points a pointer finger at you. Even though some years had passed, Sarah’s memory still hurt his chest. He had developed panic attacks without even realizing it, and you knew the topic was overly sensitive for him.

            Ellie could barely take it.

            “And Ellie? You failed her too?” You ask through gritted teeth. “Because if it was left up to me to besides, you did a damn good job. We BOTH did!” You scream. “Maybe you should’ve been a little more careful then, Joel!” You point to your abdomen.

            “WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!” Joel screams.

            “I WANT YOU TO STOP BEING SCARED AND BE THERE!” You scream back, and Ellie decides enough was enough.

            She comes barreling out of the room, her eyes fixed on Joel specifically.

            “If you scream at her ONE more time, I swear it’ll be you and me!” Ellie points her finger at him and moves forward to shove him away from you. Your eyes widen.

            “Ellie, this isn’t concerning you,” Joel looks down at her.

            You rest your hands on Ellie’s shoulder. “El, I’m sorry.” You look at her. She raises her hand and places it over yours. You kiss the top of her head and turn to walk away, heading into the kitchen area. Ellie looks back at Joel and squints.

            “What?” Joel asks her.

            “She’s pregnant, Joel. Stop screaming at her. It’s not healthy for her or the baby.”

            Joel’s eyes widen. How did she... Of course, she figured it out.

            “You overheard us.” Joel exhales.

            “Three days ago to be exact.” Ellie crosses her arms over her chest. “I know you’re scared, and it’s okay. She is too. I can’t believe a kid is having to give you advice but stop fighting with her. You two need each other. She puts up with so much not just out of you but me too.” She expresses, realizing she was going in over her head.

            Joel watches between you and Ellie. You were sniffling at the counter with your head turned, meanwhile Ellie was carrying on about you.

            "She is so patient with you for starters. I don’t know how she does it, but she does. She loves you. She loves me... I didn’t know what love felt like until she happened, and she means the world to me, and... And I won’t let you take that away from me!” Ellie suddenly begins tearing up. “I need Mom.”

            She didn’t mean for the word to slip. But you heard it. She didn’t say it too quietly.

            It was Joel who had the most shocking reaction. His eyes doubled in size, and he immediately stole your gaze. To hear Ellie call you mom was something he never thought he’d hear. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes chased the journey toward your stomach that would grow in the coming months with a bump that he couldn’t deny.

            He’d go through the motions all over again.

            He’d hold a tiny little baby in his arms in nine, short months. He’d raise a little girl... He knew it was a girl. He was fighting with you about whether to keep it, but he already wanted that unborn child to be a girl. His second chance came with Ellie. Why not a third? He wanted to experience it all again, but he was unbelievably scared. The panic would set in, and he didn’t know how to take it.

            You slowly turn to look at Ellie who is frozen in her spot.

            “Did you just–“You inhale slowly, but don’t finish your sentence. You nod your head, feeling your eyes well with tears.

            Joel looks back down at Ellie who has tears running down her cheeks.

            He doesn’t waste another moment. He pulls the little girl he saw as his own into his chest into a bone-crushing embrace. Ellie gasps and finds herself wrapping her arms around Joel’s waist. He kisses the top of her head. She had gotten a little taller since the journey had ended.

            Joel finds your face and he motions for you to come over. You trudge forward and Joel wraps his arm around you, Ellie doing the same. The three of you stand there in a tight embrace, tears in everyone’s eyes.

            When Joel releases the two of you, Ellie looks at you.

            “I’m happy for you,” she tells you and hugs you on her own.

            You smile, pulling her closer.

            “Thank you, Ellie... Think you can be a big sister?” You ask her quietly.

            Ellie chuckles, nodding her head. “I think I could,” She laughs.

            Joel looks at you and nods. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

            You shake your head. “It’s alright, Joel. You’re scared. I am too.” You whisper, cupping his cheek as you lean forward for a gentle kiss.

            “Alright, enough with that.” Ellie sweeps out from under your arm. “I can’t deal with that if you two are just gonna stand there and suck each other’s faces.” She throws her hands up, aiming for the bedroom.

            “Yeah, kid. Get a room.” Joel calls out, causing Ellie to give him the middle finger. He laughs and searches for your mouth once more, his hand shakily moving to rest on your abdomen.

            Yeah, he was terrified.

bf yumi orr softwilly headcannons? the isaac one was so cute 💔

bf softwilly headcanons

of course anon!! i'll be writing for nick in this one, but i plan on writing one for yumi as well <3

headcanons under break

this man is so loving

he just adores everything about you

i think his love language would either be quality time or physical touch

the man just can't get enough of you!!

he LOVES to hold your hand

in public? holding your hand

in private? holding your hand

in the car? holding your hand

he is ALWAYS holding your hand

i like to think that he'll take you out to fancy dinners

he loves watching you pick out your outfit and do your makeup

he doesn't always want to be out at fancy restaurants with you, though

he can definitely cook

he'll sit you on the kitchen counter while he cooks dinner for you

it's just fun conversation while he makes some recipe that his mother taught him

late at night, you guys sit outside and stargaze

it's quiet, except for some faint 50s music playing from your phone

long strings of silence are broken up by you pointing out constellations while he listens intently

and then when you fall asleep, he carries you up to your room and cuddles up to you

real conversations between me and my therapist, regarding ST

me: [therapist name], i don't know if it's the mental illness or what, but i would've gone with 001...

therapist: yeah, that's a daddy issue thing

me: i love eddie munson

therapist: completely understandable

me: no... you don't understand. i love eddie munson.

therapist: [long pause]

therapist: is he your new hyperfixation?

therapist, talking about nancy after she hugged jonathan and ignored steve in one of those ending scenes: this is why they should've killed you nancy, because you're always making stupid decisions!