I AM IN LOVE WITH IR EDDIE AND SEVEN SERIES BUT HEAR ME OUT What If Sev Had A Lil Childish Crush On Eddie

I AM IN LOVE WITH IR EDDIE AND SEVEN SERIES BUT HEAR ME OUT what if sev had a lil childish crush on Eddie but didn’t understand it and asked the group (including Steve, Nacy, Jonathan) AND MAYBE if sev got jealous of Crissy and some point (this doesn’t have to affect the story line I was just curious) BUT LIKE HEAR ME OUT FR WHO WOULDNT HAVE A CRUSH ON EDDIE???

omg ! this made me laugh so much 😭 and i feel like you read my mind because i had an idea for sev, where she has a crush on gareth and patrick 🫣

small headcannon for:

eddie x platonic! experiment! reader (seven/sev)

- but yeah, the week she was with eddie, she sort of grew a small crush on him, because she wasn’t used to attention like that

- so she didn’t really understand it, but once she was with steve she was thinking ; “oh. well if you’re my brother, and you remind me of eddie for some reason, then i guess i actually just like eddie as a brother 🤨” (tbh she’s still confused) + she already called him her brother to steve at some point, so she refuses to tell anyone about it 🤭

- because it’s like she grew up wanting to be literally just like him, hence the music , hair , and (some of) her clothes and just style in general.

- but in reference to the crush thing and you reading my mind, it’s canon in this universe that she starts to have crushes on people that are older than her 😭

(this is a call out for myself btw and me about to be a senior is taking a toll on me send help 😐)

- her crush on gareth and patrick are pretty much like on the show kenan and kel, (if you haven’t seen it, you should it’s so good 😭)

- but pretty much kenan’s sister had a huge crush on his best friend kel, and it was literally so obvious 😭 or like the show my brother and me, where one of the brother’s friends is constantly trying to get with their sister and she’s always just like : no 😐

- but yeah, everyone knows about it and dustin and lucas snitch to steve and eddie about it all the time

- cue sev just popping up at gareth’s locker, asking him to help her with things after school, or go places with her, not realizing that she’s asking him out.

- so just as he’s about to accept, you just see eddie just coming out of nowehere and interrupting them eveytime, dragging sev away and doing that weird “i’m watching you” gesture to gareth

-gareth is honestly clueless about it, so whenever eddie does that and just shakes his head and mutters “for shame, gareth. for shame 😐” he’s just like, “the hell did i do, now?” because yes it’s a recurring situation , and yes eddie is always watching

- with patrick it’s kind of different, yes he knows, but he obviously isn’t going to do anything about it

- like he’s flattered but girl you’re fifteen, anddd he’s about to graduate 🧍🏾‍♀️

- but he appreciates it and doesn’t hurt your feelings or anything.

- unfortunately him complimenting you back and saying things like, “any guy who rejects you would be stupid.” he was talking about gareth, because you two are closer in age than you and patrick are.

- that doesn’t do what he thinks it does, so when he closes his locker the day after that, to you holding a stack of rare ass sports cards he’s just like “aww shit, i think i made it worse.”

- thankfully (but not really) big brother!steve found out because lucas and dustin live for the drama

- so one day he and eddie decided to hold an intervention for you

- it’s pretty much just steve bursting into your room, while eddie sits on the couch downstairs waiting for his cue

- steve really wasn’t going to say anything, thinking “it’s just harmless crushes 😊”

- but once he found out that you blew your allowance on an entire drumset and sports cards because wow! those were expensive! he can’t take it anymore

“okay i could handle your little crush/infatuation/obsession with munson down there!-

- because yes, he knew, how he found out was beyond you, but it was too late to deny it now.

“shut up i do no-“ you were cut off by him waving his hand dismissingly

“or even for your little things for those two!” he exclaimed pointing at the poster over your dresser and bed of kirk hammett and kelly lebrock. “uhh, kurt hamlet or whatever!”

“kirk hammet?! steve what are you babbling on about?!” you were so confused.

“but this crush on patrick has to dial down, at least a notch!” he stressed

“yeah, and gareth too.” eddie included, as he now stood, leaning on your doorframe.

“why? i’m not doing anything wrong! it’s you four that keep butting in! besides, it’s not like they’ll ever like me back! so you all can just screw off!” you yelled at them, kicking them out of your room, and slamming the door in their face with your powers.

- so that was productive!

- anyways you didn’t speak to steve, eddie, dustin, lucas, gareth, or patrick! for like two weeks.

- it’s like you became a ghost! they literally just didn’t see you in that time, and it’s like if they caught a glimpse of you, in the next second you were just gone 🤨

- dustin and lucas were hurt because you’d prefer to be around mike and max, than them? max, they understand but mike???

“maybe if you two just left her alone, she’d still be hanging out with you.” max and mike made fun of them one day.

- you forgave them all eventually and even talked to patrick and gareth once in your shared study hall, apologizing for if you ever made them uncomfortable.

“it’s okay, you’re good. was just a harmless crush.” patrick dismissed.

“wait she had a crush on me?” gareth asked him after you left when the bell rang.

- besides you had moved on now

- now focusing on the types of things that chrissy and tina, might be into… 😼😼😼

(not erica’s friend tina btw, the one that madelyn cline played in season 2 ! )

a/n: thank you for fueling this idea of mine anon, i actually want to write an actual mini-chapter about this now ! 🤭or even just a list of all the people she’s had crushes on and why 😭

OMG anon if you see this, i accidentally deleted your second ask 😭!

i’m so sorry, but! i remembered what you said so i will try to answer to the best of my abilities, that should be out at some point today if tumblr doesn’t stop deleting my draft for it 😭

I have two questions. Do you think writing fanfiction is the same as reading it? I ask because, I've been thinking about writing a fanfiction for a certain fandom that barely has any fics, but I'm hesitant because I'm very insecure about my writing style, and I just think that if I write it it will take the fun out of it because I would already know how it goes. And I'm also not confident in the way I portray personalities, sometimes I feel as if I'm not doing justice to the characters I write, which brings me to my second question, Do you have any tips for writing about existing characters and how to portray their personalities accurately?

That's really all I have to ask. I don't want to go on too long because I tend to ramble lol.

(Btw I'm in love with your fics and I'm super excited for the summer camp fic and I'm in love with the platonic eddie fic (I feel like platonic fics are way too underrated) )

hi ! honestly, i don’t really think writing fanfiction is the same thing as reading, because of exactly what you said about already knowing what’s going to happen!

but ! i alao don’t think that meansthat the fun is taken out of it. me for example, with my sev x platonic! eddie fic. even though i already know what’s going to happen, sometimes i just like to go back and read each chapter just for the fun of it.

their may even be times when you go back and read it, and think “wow, i thought / said that? i’m so funny 🌚” jkjk i’ve never done that 🫣

and about your hesitation for writing for a fandom with few fics, i say go for it! you never know if there are others looking for fics for that fandom, and only having a few to work with.

about you being insecure about your writing style, i completely understand. i was as well! my advice for that one may be to think of how you like to read others works and what about those writing styles makes you comfortable enough to read it.

and, before i continue, if you feel comfortable, you could send another anon, clearing up what you meant in the terms of your writing style specifically and what you don’t feel too comfortable about, or just message me privately!

but to continue, i think that if you have issues with your writing style, when writing for existing characters personalities accurately, i think that the type of pov you use is important.

for example :

1st person : “i , me , our , we” that’s telling the story from the reader’s perspective, as if they were the narrator. writing from that p.o.v can make it difficult to let the readers know how other characters are feeling/thinking, other than it being a guess because the reader doesn’t actually know. kind of like the show, euphoria and how rue isn’t a reliable narrator because all the information she gives the audience is based on things that she’s observed herself, but she doesn’t actually know what’s going on in other character’s heads.

2nd person and 3rd person : “you , your” & “she, her, him, he , they” that’s telling the story as the narrator, who in majority of cases, knows everything about everyone (because it’s the author) and what’s going on, beyond the characters knowledge. with 3rd person, i think it would be better to use when talking about the other characters, such as letting the audience know that character’s inner thoughts, without having them have to broadcast it out loud for it to be known. leaving it to be just between , that character, and the readers, which could possibly be used later on for build-up and/or suspense.

now, more on the sense of using imagery and being able to portray existing character’s thoughts and personalities (because i feel like the two go hand-in-hand), i would say go back and reread or rewatch certain scenes with those characters and note the types of things they do.

such as : body language , actions they take as they speak , or little things they do or say while talking

like constant “um’s” or just little bouts of hesitancy, or even urgency, where instead, the character tries to fit everything they say into one sentence but it comes out as a jumbled mess.

that would be portraying personality, also, instead of just saying something like “he/she/they said” after a dialogue, try adding an action to it as well !

like : “if i knew this was gonna happen, i would’ve never came here!” she whimpered, pressing her head into her knees, digging her hands into her hair, as she rocked back and forth on the ground.

or

“what about this…?” he spoke up, but trailed off, as everyone looked at him. “could..could this work?” his voice wavered at the sudden attention.

or things like

waving their hands as they speak , person a pacing back and forth, person b getting annoyed at person a’s pacing, cutting other characters off in the middle of their own sentences (not in a rude way, but in a “if i don’t get this out right now, it won’t make sense later.” type of way.)

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and lastly, you don’t ever have to worry about rambling in asks or anons for this blog, because as you can see i always have too much to say 😭

also like i said earlier on, if you feel comfortable you can message me privately or just send another anon , clarifying what you meant in regards to writing style, because i’d really like to try and help you :) !

and, yay !! i’m so happy to hear that you like my fics that much !

so now just for you, i’m going to push through the stress of not knowing what to do for future chapters that are currently irrelevant to what i’m writing right now, and finish this damn chapter 2 of my summer camp horror story and my season 3 chapter of my eddie x platonic! experiment! reader ! 🥱

and sorry i took so long to respond i literally spent hours typing and erasing what i was saying because it was such a good question and there were so many different ways to go about it 😭

scream my name - eddie munson

plot: you, eddie's precious angelface, are the lead singer of his favourite black metal band. and a chance meeting after your concert might pave the way for his dreams about you to become real.

cws: metalhead!reader, gn pronouns, blood, mentions of perfomatory self-mutilation, smoking, cigarettes, light sexual innuendos, no spoilers

wc: 1.7k

It's a wonder Eddie could even make his way through the crowd in the first place. The pit had been insane, and the performance itself was stellar--he loves your band as a whole, but his love for you is a lot deeper than that.

You're the poster child for the whole group. Not only are you unsettlingly pretty for the leader of a black metal band, but you're the one that's constantly coming up with new ideas for the shows, and if he hasn't seen them in person, you can damn sure bet he's heard the stories and forced the people telling them to retell them as many times as he can manage.

You've done the classics, smashing your guitars on stage and splintering the pieces across the crowd, but you moved on pretty quickly from that. Then it started getting even more intense--you've done everything from orchestrating stage fire to performing with barbed wire wrapped around your legs and tied down to the stage. Fans have told stories about your scars, about how you've even slit your hand open and got someone in the crowd to drink your blood, and Eddie wishes it could've been him. He's not sure if that one is true, but that hasn't stopped him from dreaming about it when he lays back in bed and blasts your music as he smokes and....does other things.

So to be in the audience for your shows is like…it's a spiritual experience. He's still in awe of it now, as people filter out while still cheering your name, but it dawns on him soon that since he's so close to the stage it's gonna take a pretty long time for him to get out and get going home–the drive here was long, and the drive back to Hawkins is gonna feel even longer so late at night. Lucky for him, his thief's eye catches sight of an unguarded door by the stage, and when he gets to the edge of the crowd he darts inside and lets it close behind him. Knowing venues like this, there's always a back door to get out into the alleyway. But once he makes it down the corridor lit by flickering fluorescent lights and turns the corner, he's taken by surprise by what, at first, he assumes is a security team.

But then, he sees you. Your bandmates are milling about ten feet further down near the real back door, but you're leaning against a doorframe that presumably leads to the lower area of the stage, taking a puff of your dwindling cigarette and staring off into the distance. And you're still covered in blood from the performance, the abundance of black leather in your outfit stained and crackly with what he only now realizes is most definitely real blood, so Gareth can shove his theory of you using the fake stuff up his ass. Your gimmick this time was to be showered by a waterfall of blood as you played your last set, and it had been glorious, the blood splashing all over the audience and making them look like a red sea of bodies as they sang along. So fucking cool, and he's fairly certain he at least got a little bit in his hair from where he had been standing himself.

But now, seeing you alone here, his first thought is to back away before he gets tackled by a bodyguard or something–but then your eyes meet, and to his absolute shock, you smile at him and wave him over.

"Heya, sweetheart. You liked the show?"

His steps are light, quick, but nervous. He's almost afraid to get within five feet of you, but the rest of your band don't bat an eye at him as he gets close enough to touch you. Eddie stares for a good, long few seconds just taking you in before he realizes that you asked him a question, and hurries to answer it.

"Loved it, I fucking loved it! It was…it was amazing. You're amazing."

Eddie breathes, barely able to comprehend the fact that you're even standing in front of him. You flick your cigarette butt away, your eyes never leaving his.

"Fuck yeah. I like to hear it."

God, your confidence is fucking hot. His crush on you isn't anything new to his friends and to anybody he can get to listen to your music, but those feelings flutter even more now that he's face to face with you. It's like he's falling in love all over again, the first time being when he heard your voice and saw you live on stage at his first concert of yours.

"I think I saw you cheering in the crowd, actually. I recognize the shirt."

You gesture towards the Hellfire logo with your curious eyes following suit, and he proudly sports a toothy grin before holding it out straight by the bottom, so you can get an even better look.

"Like it?"

"I love it. Very metal. What's your name, baby?"

Ohhhh, he just died. He might already be dead. He'd be happy dying right now, hearing the most metal person he's ever met calling him metal, and with a bit of stumbling over his words he manages to string together the letters of his own name. Luckily he hasn't forgotten.

"Eddie, huh?"

The way his name leaves your mouth, it's like…it's hard to explain. It's like hearing a voice in the summer breeze and turning around to find nobody there. It's enchanting.

"That's a nice name, sweetheart. Rhymes with a lotta stuff. Bet it would make for some good lyrics."

He's so entranced by you, your blood-covered face smeared in a thick layer of black makeup, that the pack of cigarettes and your signature lighter practically materialize in your hands. You pop one out with a smack and pull it out the rest of the way with your teeth, and when you gesture towards him with the rest, he quite happily follows suit and does the same to your obvious entertainment, if your grin when he does so is anything to go by. The box disappears back into your jacket, and you light the stick hanging out of your mouth with a flourish–and instead of lighting his the same way, you lean in and hover the end of your cigarette against his until it flickers into a flame. Fucking mercy.

"You wanna come to the afterparty, Eddie? Be my plus one?"

There's not even an ounce of a cough when you take a puff, the drag slow and smooth as you evaluate him for his answer. But not in the way that people at school around town often will–your stare is inquisitive, interested, and he can't sense any judgement from you even with your playful tone. You well and truly seem like a cool, relaxed person, so it makes it even less believable that he's actually being asked what he thinks he's being asked.

"Are you–are you serious?"

Your laughter comes as a surprise, and for the second that he thinks you really are just yanking his chain, he's still too in awe to think about anything but how much different it sounds. Your laugh is sweet and infectious, totally unlike the gritty, scream-filled songs that tear out of your lungs onstage.

"Serious as a heart attack. Don't have one, though--you're too cute to die."

You wink at him, your cigarette dangling as you reach into your back pocket and pull out a black handkerchief. With a couple wipes the dried blood comes off your cheeks and your forehead for the most part, leaving behind only streaks and crusted over bits around your hairline, along with smudging your makeup even more than it already was from your sweat. On anyone else it might be gross, but on you, it looks hot.

"Eddie, I don't invite just anyone. You're the first person to pique my interest in a while, and I wanna get to know you better. Maybe we can, y'know….collaborate."

The way that word flutters off your tongue makes him fidget and suck hard on his cigarette, his iconic rings twisting and tinging together so lightly that he would assume nobody would notice–but you do, and your gaze drops down…and stays down.

"Shit, I'll bring my guitar!"

"Oh, you play? Even better."

It takes him a second to understand what you're insinuating, and when he does, you turn your eyes back up and giggle at how red his face is getting. He just has to take another puff from his cig to try and hide his face in a cloud of smoke, but it's a feeble attempt at best.

You're so different from Hawkins, from everything about Hawkins. You're cool and you're hot, yes, but you're also just…special. You had every right to stomp on him or flat-out kick his ass to the curb, but you seem so interested and he can tell that you genuinely enjoy listening. For a lead singer, you seem to be much more of a listener than a talker. And you're just so kind, and unapologetic, and he thinks he's in love. He is in love. This has to be what it feels like, because he can't imagine anything feeling any better than this.

But as you're sharing a contemplative and almost romantic gaze, both your heads swivel at the sound of your manager, with a deep and crackly smoker's voice, barking at you to get yourself and your gear outside and into the van.

"Cool your ass, dickhead! C'mon, Eddie. Let's go, yeah?"

A little irritated that you have to throw away your cigarette without finishing it, you drop it to the ground and crush it with a black boot while Eddie does the same…and silently wishes it was him underneath your heel. You kick off the doorway you've been leaning on and the two of you head down the corridor towards the open door, a spray-painted hippie van idling while your mates pile their gear inside. And before you get there he feels a brush against his hand, and looks down to see you sliding your own inside his to squeeze it. It sends a fluttering feeling into his heart, and the sensation drops right into his groin when you lean over to whisper into his ear.

"Good boy. I can't wait to hear you sing for me."

frrr i just saw a tik tok of people bashing tumblr writers for writing those types of fics and i was like damnnnn y’all are going off and for what 🤨🤨🤨

because even though people are bashing it, i know that they still eat it up!

i don’t consider myself a writer at all, but i’m just gonna say this for the people that are:

if you don’t like the content that you’re consuming, write it yourself or don’t consume it at all!!!

i, for example, was looking for certain types of stories for a certain type of reader, and didn’t find any. instead of coming at people about it, i simply decided to-

1. write out my own thoughts on it

2. decided that, “hey, i guess this isn’t too bad, i’ll just post it for shits and giggles and all that.” 🤔

3. then all of a sudden, “wow, people actually like it!”

now i completely understand that not everyone is hyperfem, or preppy, or even a cheerleader! but x readers aren’t always going to be the exact embodiment of who you are:

in the sense of someone in that comment section saying that x reader’s are supposed to be inclusive, i get that as well.

but i’ve noticed moreso on tumblr than other places, that there are a lot of characterized types of readers!

such as:

bimbo!reader

meangirl!reader

metalhead!reader

cheerleader!reader

etc.

which honestly is considered a warning beforehand, instead of you being halfway into a fic and realizing that the character acts differently from you.

i can only speak for myself, but i personally love reading fics where the reader is different from how i am! like no i’m not a major bitch, no i’m not a bimbo, no i’m not a cheerleader, and no i’m not a metalhead! but i love reading fics like that, because it allows you to use your imagination, and visualize yourself in a different light (but maybe i’m the only one who does that 🧍🏾‍♀️)

in the sense that some people in the comments were talking about, of how the reader will be given, physical characteristics or be labeled as a: henderson! reader or harrington! reader, hence alluding that the reader would be white, is completely understandable!

part of the reason i didn’t even want to start making my own work is because of people possibly not liking it, or even not feeling comfortable reading it! so after i originally wrote my eddie x platonic!sev!reader fic, and decided to post it, i decided that i wanted anybody to be able read it and feel included. (at least as included as you can feel, when reading a story about a little girl with superpowers 😭)

because (in a joking sense) i’ll be damned if one of my works were to be used on tik tok as an example of something that people don’t like 😭 the way i would delete it so fast is literally insane! (y’all would think i was a figment of your imaginations becauseee no.)

anyways, i’m just saying that there are other ways to get what you want instead of just shitting on people’s (and might i add, good!) writing, specifically on tumblr.

- send requests!

- actually look for the types of fics you want to read

because in reference to the tik tok that i was talking about, a lot of people’s main issue was the lack of metalhead!reader’s and an over abundance of preppy ones when i think i’ve indulged in more alternative ones where the reader isn’t even in any specific social group, or even with them just being in the hellfire club.

and no, i honestly really don’t think the situation is that serious!

(but i have a tendency of not knowing how to express how i feel through text, which accidentally leads to rambling, hence the emojis i use to lighten the mood 😭)

but the way they were going off in the comment section really just made me :(( for some writers because, damn!

you can tell when people work hard on a fic, and honestly those writers much are stronger than me, because with how petty i am, i’d probably end up being like-

“well, since you guys hated it so much, now nobody’s reading it 😽”

i dunno who needs to hear this but if you’re tired of reading eddie x hyper fem!reader/eddie x cheerleader!reader fics…go write your own fics!! eddie x whoever-whatever. if you don’t like what you’re reading, exit out the fic or just simply make your own. how many times do we need to have this discussion?? i hate repeating myself, it’s getting ANNOYING.

Hear me out.....

Eddie dressed as a vampire for Halloween meets reader dressed up as someone bit by a vampire. They meet after some stuff goes down with readers date (who totally didn't wanna go with reader).

I heard you out.. and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done. This idea was adorable adorable adorable, thx for your req. Thanks Lynn for reading again, I should really compensate you for your work, put you on a payroll. @simpingrat

Warnings: reader is drunk, teenage drinking, cursing, Eddie being a major flirt, reader has a sister, her name is Sarah, mostly fluff I think.

2.4K words

He’s been watching her the whole party. The way her white skirt swooshed around her thighs, the way her knee socks hugged her calf’s, the bright red lipstick painting the pretty mouth that’s curved into a frown.

She’s hanging off the arm of a blonde girl dressed as Barbie, and she has been ever since he arrived.

Every couple minutes Barbie looks down at the sulking girl, patting her head, before going back to her conversation with Ken.

It was pitiful to watch really. He didn’t know that made the pretty girl so blue, but he sure did want to. He had arrived later to the party, so if something had happened, he’d missed it.

When he looks back at her, she’s looking around the party. Doe eyes flitting from place to place. There’s something in her eyes that he can’t place, claustrophobia, maybe? He watches curiously as she whispers something in her friends ear, and slips away. Where is she going? It wouldn’t be weird if he followed her, right?

He couldn’t just ignore the fate of all this. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen, at a party that he’s at, wearing a matching costume.

No it’s not weird at all.

So he follows her. Through the sea of drunk teenagers in the hallway, out the front door, that was blocked by a couple making out, down the front lawn- where is she going?

She drops to sit on the curb, In front of a parked BMW. Faintly, as he walks up to her, he thinks he can hear her talking to herself, but it’s so low he can only catch bits and pieces.

“-Sarah’s gonna be so-“ whine “-mad she’s gonna be so mad.”

Who’s Sarah? Barbie?

He touches his hand to her shoulder and the poor girl flinches out of her skin. Her hands fly to her face, covering her eyes, and cowering from him.

She whimpers, “Please don’t bite me.”

It catches him so off guard, he flinches back himself.

“Woah- careful. I don’t bite.” He holds back from flirting unless you want me to.

She peaks through her fingers “You’ve got fangs.”

“They’re fake, see?” Eddie opens his mouth, pointing to wear he glued the fake fangs in. “Nothing to worry about, plus, you’re already bit.”

She ignores the last part of his sentence. “Those are cool.”

“Courtesy of Spirit Halloween.” He stands there awkwardly. Should he sit?

Fuck it. He sits down besides her, exhaling hard. There’s a long moment of silence, the only thing being heard is the wind shaking trees around them. It takes a second for him to realize that she’s looking at him confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting.”

“Over here?”

“Yes.”

She reluctantly accepts it, opening her mouth to say something, but ultimately turning her head down, staring at the way she kicks her Mary Janes together.

“Why’re you moping?” He asks.

“My date left with Madonna.”

No boyfriend? “Oh, I see. Do you want to talk about it?”

She looks mildly offended. Shit.

“Look, Mr.- Mr. Vampire. I don’t know who yo-“

“Mr. Vampire?”

She frowns, “You’re a vampire.”

“I’m Kas.”

“Who’s Kas?”

“A character from D&D.”

“What’s D&D?” She pronounces it real slow like ‘D and D’. He decides that’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard.

“What’s your name?” He counters.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N? That’s a pretty name.”

He’s gotten her to smile. “It is?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie draws out. “It would make a killer D&D name.”

“Really?” She’s kneading her fingers together, giddy from the compliment, even if she doesn’t know what D&D is.

“Totally! Like, my name is Eddie the banished, but you could be like Y/N.. Y/N the bitten!”

She looks at him, confusion clouding her eyes. “The bitten?”

He smiles at her fondly, bringing his hand up, so he can tap his index finger to her poorly drawn bite marks.

“Oh!” It hits her so suddenly, he can’t help but to laugh at her delayed giggles. “Y/N the bitten, that’s so good!”

“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.”

The silence between them is comfortable, blanketing over them and protecting them from the cold air of Halloween night in Indiana.

She breaks the silence first. “It was only a first date”

“Oh?”

“My friend set us up. He was kind of mean.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He can’t offer anything better, too busy feeling guilty for the way his eyes transfix on her skirt again, watching the way it inches higher and higher as she bounces her knees anxiously.

Don’t be a dick. He reaches over and pulls her skirt closer to her knees.

She doesn’t seem to realize why he did that, eyes catching on his rings.

“I thought silver hurt vampires.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

She gives him a look so genuine, it makes his chest hurt.

“I can keep a secret.”

He nods solemnly, “They aren’t real silver.”

“No?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

“I trust you.”

And he does.

He looks at her again. She’s swaying a little, and Eddie feels something surge through him, but he can’t quite make out the emotion. She’s more inebriated then he thought she was.

“Are you feeling okay?”

She sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m so drunk.”

“I can tell, sweetheart. That punch smelled like it could knock out a grown man.”

She giggles something incoherently and he smiles something close to bemused.

“Are you saying I’m bigger then a grown man?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“Okay, Kas.”

She’s smiling at him so brightly, he has to look away, grinning at the ground and kicking a pebble on the wet asphalt.

“D’you wanna try it?”

He glances up. “Your punch?”

“Mhm.” She lifts the solo up to his mouth.

He gives her a playful look, “No, I do not.”

“C’mon, you can’t even taste the alcohol! It’s like.. punchy.”

She holds one hand to his chin to keep it in place, and the other on the cup, trying to get the liquid past his lips.

Holy shit it’s terrible. It’s actually so bad. It burns down his throat, and he realizes why the girl next to him is so inebriated. You can’t even taste the alcohol my ass.

He plays up his reaction, just to get a reaction out of her. He slaps his chest dramatically, coughing like he did when he smoked for the first time.

“That is the nastiest shit I’ve ever drank!”

It works. She’s in a giggle fit, covering her mouth.

“It’s not that bad.”

“No, it is! Who made that?”

“Clark Miller makes them every party.”

“Clark Miller is trying to poison you.”

“Probably.”

He watches as she brings the cup back to her lips and sips from right where his lips were, seconds prior.

If he weren’t so concerned for her, that might’ve been the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he swipes the cup from her hand, placing it on the curb behind him. “You’ve had enough.”

She protests, grabby hands landing on his thighs, as she braces herself from him shielding her cup.

“That’s my drink.” She pouts up at him.

He’s almost a hundred percent certain that she usually gets her way with those big doe eyes. Shit, he almost gives in himself, but he can see right through them.

“Do you have a ride home?”

She’s taken aback. Those eyes always get her, her way.

“Hm?” He mumbles, tucking hair behind her ear, before he can stop himself.

She thinks, long an hard. So long he thinks she might’ve forgotten the question.

“Stacy was my ride, but she’s going home with her boyfriend.”

“Is that Barbie?”

“Yes. I told her not to go as Barbie, she’s got-”

She babbles as he thinks. Would she find it weird if he offered her a ride? He just wants to make sure she gets home safe.

“Do you want a ride home?” He cuts her off.

“Well of course I want a ride, but I don’t know anyone here but Stacy-“

He could laugh at the way his offer flew over her head.

“No, honey, I meant do you want me to give you a ride?”

That stumps her. He’s almost sure she’s going to say no when-

“What if you’re a real vampire?”

“What?”

“What if you’re a real vampire, and you’re just trying to get me alone with you to suck my blood?”

He laughs, loud and fond.

“Is your blood sweet?”

“I don’t know, ask the vampire that bit me.”

“If the answer is yes, I don’t know if I can keep a promise of not biting you.”

“Would it hurt?”

“Just a pinch,” he taps her neck again, “just like last time.”

He’s sure he knows what she’s thinking when she giggles and turns her head away, “All right, but no detours, kay?”

“Deal.”

He stands up, wiping off his jeans, before offering his hands to her.

He lets her use his weight to stand up, but he doesn’t let go of her hand as they walk to his car. He just doesn’t want her to fall. Yeah, that’s it.

He opens the passenger door for her, and pulls her skirt down a hair, so he can’t see the cotton of her underwear when she climbs in.

“What’s your address sweetheart?” He asks as he pulls out of the neighborhood. He’s looking at her in small increments, left hand on the top of the wheel as he focus’s on driving. His eyes zero on the way her eyebrows crease.

“Do you know know-?”

“333 Cherry dr.”

He knows exactly where that is. Eddie drove the kids here last year to trick or treat. They begged, pleated, compromised, with Eddie.

They give out full sized candy bars! It’s such a rich neighborhood! They don’t skimp like Mikes neighborhood! Steve has the night shift tonight!

Bunch of beggars, if you ask Eddie.

A startled, choked, noise leaves him. He’s not sure why he’s surprised. She was at the richest Halloween party on the upper side of Hawkins, and he was only there to sell.

“Your daddy a surgeon?”

“Lawyer.” She says, unaware of his teasing.

He must be a damn good one, he thinks as he pulls up to her home. It’s the kind of home he dreamt of living in with Wayne, when he was nine. The kind of home that always smells like fresh linens and house cleaner. Not the orange, citrusy, stuff that him and Wayne buy at dollar general, but the kind that you buy at- well, he doesn’t really know where you buy it.

He can imagine Y/N walking the halls that he sees through the windows. He can imagine her going to the kitchen and asking a maid to make her something to eat, and not being surprised when she gets home from school and there’s a basket of clean laundry on a bed, that she didn’t make before she left, but is made now.

There’s a girl sitting on the front porch when he parks. She looks young, older then Y/N but younger then him, or else he would pull around and ask if she wanted help sneaking into the house. Pretty girl can’t get in trouble tonight, ‘specially not cause of him.

He puts the car in park, looking over at her, eyes scanning the way her knee nervously bounces when she realizes that they’ve made it to her home.

“S’my sister.” She slurs, trying to open the car door.

“I’ll help you hold on.”

He jumps out of the car, rounding the front, to open the door for her. As much as he found the sight of her failing to open the door amusing, his van is high up, and he wouldn’t have her falling into the grass of her lawn.

“Up you go- atta girl.”

They’re holding onto each other’s forearms, as he helps lift her out of the car.

Once he’s made sure her feet safely touch ground, he turns his head to her porch, seeing her sister stump out what looks to be a cigarette, and quickly hop down the stairs.

“Y/N, baby?”

Her head pops up like a dog called to attention.

“Yes?” She’s still clinging onto Eddie’s arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Clark’s party punch.”

“Oh,” She says, looking at Eddie suspiciously, and grabbing her sisters arms from him. “Can you stand?”

There’s a moment of silence before she nods. “Yes, don’t let go of my hands though.”

“Okay. Who’s he?”

Y/N turns to Eddie and her eyes light up, like she forgot he was standing there.

“Kas! He bit me, Sar.”

Sar. “Sarah’s gonna be so mad.” Makes sense now.

“He bit you?”

“No! I didn’t bite her. Our costumes are just matching.”

Sarah eyes him warily, eyes flitting between him and Y/N.

“I’m serious! I’m a vampire, and she’s a vampire.. victim.”

“Yeah okay. C’mon Y/N, baby, let’s get you inside.”

Eddie panics. Quick and reactively. “Wait!”

He scrambles to the driver side of his car, searching for a pen and something to write on. He can’t let her slip from him. He tears off of a piece of a his math test from last month, writing his contact information.

“Here,” he curls it into Y/N’s hand “Stick that somewhere safe for me, okay? And check it in the morning.”

“Got it, g’night Kas.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Her sister rushes her inside, quietly, as to not disturb the very same parents who said Y/N had to be home at 10:30. It’s now 1:04.

The shushes, and whispered be quiet’s, don’t exactly hush a giggling Y/N though.

When she was on the steps of her porch, she peaked at the paper. He gave her his number.

“Did you see his hair, Sar?” She try’s to whisper, but there’s an inflection at several points in the sentence, when she accidentally giggles.

“Yes, very Bon Jovi.”

“Very Bon Jovi.” She agrees, letting her sister change her into suitable pajamas while she babbles about the cute boy she met tonight.

She makes room as her sister climbs into bed next to her.

“You’re gonna have a raging headache tomorrow.” Sarah sighs as she gets comfortable.

“I hope I don’t forget him.”

“I won’t let you.”

“You won’t?”

“Nuh uh.”

Y/N’s hand blindly searches for her sisters, pinky begging for a promise.

The next morning brings blinding headaches and pathetic whines, as she pats her nightstand for aspirin that she was sure she left up there, but instead her hands meet a small crumbled paper. She flinches at the foreignness of it, but when she cracks her eyes open, an unwilling smile grows.

“Please call me, I’m begging.

Vampires like drive in movies too.

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-Mr. Vampire”

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