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therosebunpost · 9 months

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A very Berry reunion!

A S.B.B verse Drabble!

You meet Steve again, but this time you’re hanging off the arm of a certain infamous metalhead.

CW: None for this chapter, but please be aware that this is a 18+ story!

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Steve doesn’t see you again until weeks later, after Starcourt goes up in flames. After him and Robin become best friends for life and Steve starts having issues with his hearing and sight. What was an occasional occurrence was happening more frequently, and Steve started to wear glasses for the first time ever. He hated them, but he hated not being able to see even more.

The job at Troy’s Thrift came about as more of a need than any actual interest. After Starcourt, Robin and him were left jobless and traumatized. Trying to appeal to Keith’s better nature hadn’t worked, even when Robin tried to use Steve’s looks to their advantage.

So there Steve was, wearing a bright yellow polo and brown slacks, ringing up Hawkin’s discarded and abandoned items. No plans for the future, saddled with migraines and rapidly declining senses. He kind of felt accepted amongst the ratty old stuffed animals and dilapidated furniture.

He hears you before he sees you. You’re wearing a mostly pink and red ensemble, with…a domino and poker chip belt? However what takes him aback is the man standing beside you. All ripped denim and chains, Eddie Munson leaned over to press a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. Your hands are linked, and you’re currently smiling over something he's said.

Well, that’s just great.

“Harrington? Well fuck, as I live and breathe.”

“Did you guys find everything you were looking for?” Steve asks, cutting through any questions the older boy had. He sits up a little in his chair, reaching across the counter to pick items up. He’s already had a few people from school sneer at him, and he wasn’t keen on hearing the same from Eddie The Freak Munson.

“Yeah, we did. Got quite a haul going this time, huh, Bun-Bun?”

Steve was looking at the ticket on the Berry tea pot, but he could see the way you nodded enthusiastically from out of the corner of his eye. He picks up the next thing, and does a double take. An…owl radio? He vaguely recalls seeing something similar in a movie, but it’s lost on him what it was.

“Great, cash or card?” He asks, leaning back in his chair and looking at you both. He realizes that the poker chips have pink designs around the rim. Cute. He looks up at you, but you quickly look at Eddie who pulls out a wad of cash with a tiny grin. “Cash, Sunshine.”

The nickname makes him double take, blinking behind the counter. “…Okay, here’s your change. Do you want a bag or a box?” He juts his thumb over at the bin of boxes, which Eddie gleefully wanders over to, leaving him alone with you once more.

You offer another smile, fishing out your notepad and scribbling in it. It’s a strawberry theme on the cover this time, instead of flowers. Your rings were also pink, and shiny with fake metal. He wonders if you raided the local gumball machine for more accessories.

‘Thank you, Steve. How are you? I haven’t seen you since Starcourt.’

“…Fine, yeah I’m fine. Robin and I managed, if you can call working here managing.” He chuckles, looking around at the tiny store. For once he’s really glad that you have a notepad with you, even if the words occasionally make his head swim. It was a little easier to read than hear sometimes.

‘I really like this place. I imagine you find a lot of cool things in here, it must be hard not to take them home.’

Steve suppressed a snort at that. What would he do with a bunch of old junk? Still, he nods. “Yeah. It looks like you did find some cool stuff. What are the flowers for?” He nods towards the heavy, iron flowers in a bag.

‘I’m going to use them as new knobs for my drawers! Eddie and I are going to paint them together outside today since it’s still warm out!’ You quickly flip to another page, where a doodle of a dresser could be seen. It was covered with flowers and funky colors made using highlighters. It was too bright for his taste, but it fit you just fine.

Steve chuckled, amused. “It’s pretty.”

“Babe, this one work?”

The two of you look over at Eddie who came shuffling over with a box with Grapefruit slices painted on the side. “I was thinking we could use the box too!” He starts gathering your things, and there it was. That awkwardness that came with watching customers pack up in silence.

Steve looked over at his calculator, fussing with the buttons. It’s only when Eddie clears his voice that he looks over and sees you giving Eddie a look.

“It uh…it is nice to see you, man. That…that Starcourt shit was terrifying. Glad you made it out in one piece.” Eddie smiles slightly, and Steve is disarmed. He hesitates before nodding slowly. “…You too, Munson. You uh…worked at the record store, right?” He offers and it’s Eddie’s turn to be taken aback. “Yeah! Yeah, was a great gig. M’workin’ down at the mechanics now though.” He shrugs, tapping the counter.

Steve noticed some plastic rings mixed with the genuine metal. Red, plastic jewels twinkled up at him. Did you insist to match, or did Eddie? He couldn’t help the slight smile playing on his lips at either idea.

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classickook · 2 years

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star-crossed | eddie munson

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: while studying for an upcoming test, your boyfriend pays you a late-night visit by climbing up your window and reciting shakespeare. who would’ve thought eddie “the freak” munson was a romantic? (inspired by this post by @writing-fanics.)

warnings: just kissing and fluff :)

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i came across this super cute idea and wanted to give it a try! hope you like it <3

you‘re lying on your bed, dogeared books and colorfully-highlighted notes scattered around you as you study for an upcoming english test, soft music drifting throughout your bedroom from the small radio on your desk that helps to battle the deafening silence that would just distract you otherwise. the current topic of the class, and what you would soon be tested on, was shakespeare’s plays, your favorite of which being romeo and juliet.

markings littered every page of your copy; color-coded highlighting for each character, circles for recurring themes here and there, and underlined phrases that stood out to you. as you begin to re-read the scene in which the two star-crossed lovers meet for the first time, you hear a soft clinking noise against your window.

clink. clink. clink.

smiling to yourself, you mark your page before stepping down from your bed and walking toward the window. pushing aside the curtains, you peer outside and see none other than your boyfriend, eddie, standing down below in your backyard.

“to what do i owe this pleasure, my dear romeo?” you call softly, hoping your voice doesn’t carry too far to where your parents might hear.

the curly-haired boy, decked out in his famous hellfire club t-shirt, offers a sweet smile that is just barely visible from the warm glow of your bedroom light. “oh juliet, juliet, let down your hair.”

you cover your mouth to suppress a laugh. “that’s rapunzel, dweeb,” you correct him.

he pauses. “i knew that.”

leaning on the window frame, you recite the correct line to him, “it’s ‘oh romeo, romeo, wherefore art thou, romeo?’”

“he’s right here, sweetheart,” he responds with a wink.

you roll your eyes playfully.

“english class was never my strong suit,” he states, voice soft and shy, his bangs curling across his forehead and hiding his wide brown eyes from view.

“all the more reason for you to come up here and study with me then, huh?”

eddie casually leans against the side of your house, hands shoved into the pockets of his ripped black jeans, the movement causing the linked chain to rustle softly from its position on his beltloop. “hmm… i don’t know if i’m in the mood for studying,” he says slyly.

“just get up here already, would you?”

“yes ma’am,” he says with a salute before climbing up the lattice beneath your window like he’s done numerous times before when he comes to visit you late at night. honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t been caught yet. your parents wouldn’t approve of you dating the tattooed metalhead who plays d&d in his spare time, so you’ve been keeping these nightly meetings with eddie a secret. so far, you’ve been successful, and with graduation right around the corner, you didn’t want to ruin your streak now.

you return to your position on the bed as he crawls through the window and quietly slides it closed behind him. patting the empty space next to you on the bed, you beckon him over. “come on, then. these notes aren’t going to study themselves.”

he pushes aside your books and highlighted notes as he moves to sit down, tipping up your chin with his ring-clad index finger. “why would i want to study when i could kiss my pretty girlfriend instead?” he whispers against your lips.

you smile as you barely brush your lips against his, the lightest touch, just enough to tease, before you pull back to look at his soft brown eyes that you love so much. “hmm…” you say, pretending to consider the choices. “gee, i don’t know… maybe so you can pass this class and we can graduate together? ’86, baby, remember?” you quote him.

he pouts at you.

“i can help you with this, eddie. how about we study for a bit and then we’ll do whatever you want afterwards, okay? i’ll quiz you and for each question you get correct, i’ll give you a kiss,” you say, leaning forward to press your lips along the underside of his jaw. “how does that sound?” you whisper against his skin.

a wicked grin pulls at his lips. “sounds like a deal, sweetheart.”

the two of you peruse your copy of romeo and juliet, with you quietly reading aloud to him as he rests his chin on your shoulder. his fingers trace patterns on your forearm, the cold metal of his rings a sharp contrast against his warm skin.

“okay,” you announce after you finish a particular scene. “tell me one of the lines from romeo’s speech in act two, scene two.”

eddie hums, the vibration in his chest rumbling against your side from where he’s pressed into you. “but soft! what light through yonder window breaks wind?” he says and you can hear the humor in his tone, so proud of himself for the joke.

“very funny,” you muse, shoving him lightly with your shoulder. “try again and maybe you’ll get a reward.”

he sighs. “fine… ‘but soft! what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east, and y/n is the sun. arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon. who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she.’” the replacement of your name with juliet’s doesn’t escape your notice and you feel your face heat. turning your head to look back at him, you ask, shocked at his perfect recitation, “you were actually paying attention?”

he scoffs. “of course i was.” his fingers brush your hair across your shoulder so he can press a kiss to the exposed skin along the side of your neck. “i always pay attention when it’s you.”

“well, aren’t you a charmer,” you say, slightly breathless.

“that’s me, sweetheart,” he says, flashing you a charming grin. “so, how about my reward?”

you roll your eyes but you’re smiling nonetheless. “well, i guess a promise is a promise,” you whisper as you meet him halfway and press your lips against his, and he slips his tongue in your mouth. you could kiss this boy for hours and never grow tired of it. his hands slide down to your waist and slip beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers ghosting across the sensitive skin of your sides that cause goosebumps to erupt in their wake. his lips are soft and warm on yours, and utterly perfect.

it takes everything in you to pull away from him, but you know your time has come to an end. his lips linger on yours, however, following you as you lean back. “okay, that’s enough for now,” you giggle as you place your palms on his chest. your eyes land on the alarm clock resting on your nightstand, the time reading 12:30am. “it’s late, eddie. you should probably head home now,” you announce sadly, wishing he didn’t have to leave, always dreading this moment where you have to part ways.

“i could always stay…” he offers.

“and risk my parents catching you in my bed? i don’t think that would go over very well,” you tease. “but once we graduate, which you will graduate,” you say pointedly, “we’ll get an apartment together, just you and me, and we can fall asleep together every night and wake up together every morning.” you smile at the thought of your future together.

he smiles sweetly, his cheeks pulling up and creasing just beneath his eyes. “that sounds nice.”

you lead him back to the window and watch as he throws one leg over the ledge before pausing in his descent as he turns to look at you. your eyebrows furrow when he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it.

“‘good night, good night,’ he says softly, brown eyes twinkling in the moonlight peeking in through the open window. ‘parting is such sweet sorrow, that i shall say good night till it be morrow.’”

your heart swells at his perfect delivery of the line, once again. breaching the gap between the two of you, you give him one last parting kiss. “good night, my romeo.”

he offers you a wink and then disappears into the night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger thjngs fanfic #stranger thjngs fanfiction

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lasngngna · 2 months

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almost a decade late to the party!!

#Bandcamp

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bandcampsnoop · 7 months

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10/11/23.

Numero Group continues its reissues of the Charlie Megira catalogue. "Love Police" was originally released in 2009 and we posted about this release back in 2015. In celebration of its reissue, "Love Police" is getting another post. Part of that OG post stated:

"This is an amazing cross of surf, Sonic Youth (Psychic Youth-2), David Bowie (Elvis Is Not Dead), experimental noise, Eddy Current Suppression Ring (all) and more. Really, I’m not doing this any justice with my comparisons. After all, there are 31 songs here!!

And I just listened to "The Valley of Tears", an instrumental that sounds like Echo and the Bunnymen adjacent. And I want to mention Franky Flowers - an underappreciated band that plies the guitar reverb sound that Megira loved.

Charlie Megira was from Jaffa, Israel.

#Charlie Megira #Numero Group #Israel #Jaffa #Sonic Youth #David Bowie #Eddy Current Suppression Ring #Echo and the Bunnymen #Franky Flowers #Bandcamp

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dustedmagazine · 2 months

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Split System — Vol. 2 (Drunken Sailor/Goner)

Split System pounds its songs so hard, jacking ragged sing-along choruses up on pummeling beats, stringing barbed wire tangles of guitar slashing over antic, mobile bass. There’s nothing fancy going on here, just block simple punk songs walloped to extremity, but the ferocious drive is the thing. This band, from Melbourne, channels a rambunctious garage punk vibe that is 100% pure.

The band came together in Melbourne during the COVID lockdown—indeed, their first album (Vol. 1) was recorded remotely with all five members emailing in their parts. Now after a steady stream of local gigs and one, much-discussed rampaged across Europe, the band has honed an unstoppably live aesthetic. One guitar cowers under the assault of Arron Mawson, the force behind Stiff Richards, Doe Street and others and the head of Legless Records. Ryan Webb of Speed Week mans another. The singer is the rail thin, heavily tattoo’d Jackson Reid Briggs, best known for his band Jackson Reid Briggs and the Heaters. Deon Slaviero puts a bouncing, driving low-end under Split System’s frenzies, while drummer Mitch McGregor batters at blur speed on the kit.

You can hear Split System’s Aussie roots in these blistering cuts—the butt-headed primitivism of the Chats, the force and simplicity of Eddy Current Suppression Ring, hints of Royal Headache’s overdriven hookiness. You might even catch a whiff of the Saints in “Dave” in the clashing rush of guitars and hoarse, wounded sweetness of the vocals. There is, as the Bible tells us, nothing new under the sun, but conviction and commitment will go a long way towards making things fresh. Split System’s songs rock hard enough that you forget what they remind you of.

Vol. 2 starts in a fury (“The Wheel”) and manages to pick up steam as it goes. The second half of the disc is better than the first. “End of the Night,” just after the midpoint, sticks a defiant fist in the air, its chorus ravaged and god-damned catchy. “The Drain” juddering into view on a stripped wire bass line, flares into doomed lyricism with its splayed power chords. “Just want to wash it all the way,” yowls Briggs, as the song swirls like forest flames or melted ice caps around him. And holy cow, what a way to end things with “Kill Me” a rain of guitar strums beating down, a charged rush of rock desolation crashing around. “Everything’s trying to kill me,” Briggs sings. Here’s a band yelling into the maelstrom. Here’s a rock group not backing down. Here’s a bunch of guys sticking middle fingers into the air and they’re not dead yet — and neither is rock and roll.

Jennifer Kelly

#split system #vol. 2 #drunken sailor #goner #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #garage #punk #rock #melbourne

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thefreakandthehair · 1 year

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i was tagged by @stevethehairington, @flashyysins, @judasofsuburbia, and @fastcardotmp3 for this, thank youuuu ily all! <33

RULES:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post.

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

WIPS:

boxing au

lover's rage

mover!eddie

big bang

coffee shop au

SNIPPET:

“Like this song, big boy?” He whispers into Steve’s ear, unable to contain himself as his bottom lip catches on Steve’s earlobe. Steve does his best to suppress the shiver that runs up and down his spine, lightning to a metal rod, and Eddie pretends not to see the way Steve reacts to the intimacy, or the warm, shy smile so out of place for their current environment. “The song, the place… the company. Yeah, you could say that.” Steve watches the way Eddie’s face lights up, rivaling even the brightest club lights, and he can’t force himself to look away. Not this time, not like all of the other nights they’ve spent on this exact dance floor with nothing but a few layers of clothing, a sheen of sweat, and words still unsaid between them. So Steve keeps staring, and Eddie stares back, both of them trying to commit the moment to memory. To remember each other exactly like this forever, knowing that it can’t last– that it won’t last. The bar will ring the bell for last call, and they’ll break apart, and they’ll step back into a reality where Steve’s hands don’t dig into his own, where Eddie’s lips don’t graze his ear. Every second counts— and Steve’s determined to make it count.

no pressure tags! 💕 and I know this has been going around so if you've already done this/been tagged, feel free to ignore me!

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#tag game #myfic #there's something strangely motivating about these games <333

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uneasylisteningradio · 11 months

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Transistor Sister #167: Rivka’s Mixtape from London, May 14, 2023

stream on Mixcloud My 5 year old niece has recently expressed an interest in "rockin'" style music and has also acquired a CD player so I brought her some mix CDs and had her co-host my show from her dining room in London on her dad’s birthday! The show consists of all songs from the CDs plus a Rivka request. Freddy Cannon - Transistor Sister The Go-Go's - We Got the Beat

DJ speaks over Frank Pleyer - Sunday Love Affair

The Bangles - Walk Like an Egyptian Unit 3 with Venus - Pajama Party Mo-Dettes - White Mice 1-800-Mikey - Pumpkin Pie Suburban Lawns - Unable

Cherry Cheeks - Two Bugs Shonen Knife - Flying Jelly Attack Dolly Mixture - Everything and More The Fall - Totally Wired Delta 5 - Mind Your Own Business LiLiPUT - Split

Fastbacks - Wrong, Wrong, Wrong Lyres - Help You Ann The Living Eyes - Sittin' Sick Boys Boys - Monkey Monkey Kate Fagan - I Don't Wanna Be Too Cool Odd Stories - Dance

The Coup - The Magic Clap Eddy Current Suppression Ring - Hey Mum Hissyfit - Scrunchie Unrest - Deaf Zona - Boule Ques Onyon - Klick Pixies - Tame Unser Favorit - Einz-Zwei-Dreistein Stiff Richards - Do It Right Now

Nikki & The Corvettes - Summertime Fun Terry - Centuries Ana Hausen - Professionals The Big Combo - 21 Girls The Softies - Stranger Tee-Vee Repairmann - Make Up My Mind Non Band - Duncan Dancin'

Bush Tetras - Too Many Creeps Suburban Wives Club - Casual Cat at a Laundromat Eyes - Don't Talk To Me TNT - Züri brännt Neo Boys - Rich Man’s Dream

Unit 4 - Rules

#radio #wprb #music #punk #post punk #new wave #synth pop #no wave #indie rock #indie pop #broadcast radio #transistor sister

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69potatowaffles · 1 year

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The Family Video

Eddie x fem!reader

Reader is Hargrove!

No use of y/n

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mention of Halloween (the film) and demo dogs? I really don’t know what to put here????

It’s meant to be the first chapter from my story but I’ve edited it for on here so I guess it’s an original??

GO CHECK OUT MY OTHER ONE WHERE EDDIE IS DRESSED AS A PIRATE PLEASE :)

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It was storming the whole evening, big dark droplets pelting down onto Hawkins relentlessly in a final attempt to claim the month as spring. Large black puddles collected outside the Family Video in the parking lot, growing with each gust of wind that brought in more murky water.

She watched from inside the comfort of the video rental as Tears For Fears played on her cassette. The store was dead silent, no one had been in for hours and no one would on a Wednesday night in the middle of a storm.

It was just the girl in charge of the store today, as she was covering for Steve whilst he went on another one of his hot dates. She told herself she was happy for him, ever since the summer something had clicked back into place and now he was back to his usual flirty ways, picking up babes left right and centre. Robin was also nowhere to be seen as she had to stay late for band practice. That girl always seemed to be darting from one exciting plan to the next.

She couldn't help the shadow that loomed over her as she watched her friends grow up. It felt like instead of moving on from all the death and destruction only a dimension away, it was dragging her backwards.

She blinked as the sound of her pencil snapping brought her back down to reality. Graphite splintered over the page she was currently decorating with demodogs and fire, the chill that came with torrential rain sending her back to then.

She sighed, swiping the shards to the floor as she slipped into the backroom to find a sharpener. It didn't take long to resharpen her pencil to a deadly point, eager to finish her drawings.

Robin thought it was creepy that the girl was obsessed with drawing the grotesque monsters from the Upside Down over and over again, but it gave the girl a sort of peace. Her mind was constantly brimming with images of the tunnels and the demodogs and the spider monster. The only way to suppress the horrors enough so that she could function was by allowing herself to spill all of those awful memories onto some paper. Sure, it didn't tackle the main issue of confronting those memories scarred into the back of her mind, but it was good enough for her.

She settled back into the counter, leaning over her sketchbook as her brow furrowed in concentration with drawing all the rows of teeth sprouting out of the monster's face.

Her focus was broken as a shadow loomed over the paper, blocking her light source. Her head whipped up to the source as a movie clatted on the counter before her.

Her nerves flared up at the sudden movement. She flinched away, heart racing from the adrenaline coursing in her blood.

"Woah, didn't mean to scare ya, Killer," He scoffed as she sent him a glare.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose at the stupid nickname Eddie had been calling her for months for no apparent reason other than to tick her off, apparently. Without fail her blood would boil as the letters dropped off his tongue like poison.

His ringed hands were splayed over the counter as he leaned slightly over, trying to intimidate the girl before him. She cast her tired gaze up towards his thrilled eyes, her body instantly swarming with distaste. Fear tactics didn't work on her despite his relentless attempts to get a reaction out of her.

"Whatever, Munson," she muttered as she dragged herself and the vhs to the computer to input the details.

His fingers tapped on the counter incessantly, chipping away at her willpower with more force than she'd like to admit.

She flipped the vhs over to reveal the movie title. Halloween. Just like every time he came in here he seemed to always rent Halloween or some other terrifying horror film, even if the sun was shining and birds were singing.

"Halloween, again?" She questioned, her tone judgemental as she sent an annoyed look back to the boy.

"It's the perfect time for it." He shrugged, the movement sending droplets from his messy chocolate hair falling to the floor.

"It's March."

"It's raining and is almost as miserable as you," Eddie stated, plastering a sarcastic smile on his face.

She felt her hairs prickle as she swallowed down the insults she wanted to stab him with, it wasn't who she was. The girl was a perfect student and the quiet, popular girl that never got into trouble. She didn't pay people like Eddie Munson any attention, so that's what she did.

Eddie seemed to pick up on her lack of response, his dark eyes tracing her back as if it would reveal something he couldn't already see, until they landed on her sketchbook.

"So, where did you learn to draw like that?" The boy's voice rung out like an alarm bell in her ears.

Her head snapped to see him inspecting her drawings as if they were a frog he was dissecting, his fingers tracing the edges of the paper as his hands encompassed the book.

Red flashed in her eyes as panic crawled up her neck, tightening around her throat as her brain pulsed. She strode over to him in a flash, her hands reaching out to snatch the book from his grip before he saw anything else.

He seemed to notice her wild eyes burning into the sketchbook he was holding as she tried to swipe it out of his grip. Just as her fingertips brushed the paper, his hand snapped the sketchbook shut, holding just out of her reach above her.

He dangled it over her like a treat for a dog, only she knew if he saw what was hidden in between those pages and decided to show his friends, she would be dead meat. It would only be a matter of time until the government came for her and held a gun up to her head, killing her for breaching an NDA.

"Give it back!" The girl demanded, jumping up only for him to lift it higher.

He couldn't help the small smirk that broke out across his face as her face became squashed with determination. His cheeks began to ache from the huge smile he was trying hard to contain as he watched her eyes bloom with anger.

Eddie opened the sketchbook back to the page littered with demodogs in different positions of attack. He peered up at the drawings, ignoring the girl on the other side of the counter furiously jumping up and down with outstretched hands.

Her hands were still grasping at air as his head cocked to the side, deep brown curls tumbling over his shoulder.

"What kind of creatures are these? They look like something out of D and D," Eddie thought out loud as he inspected the jagged claws and flared faces.

He was so distracted with the concerning amount of detail etched into the monster's skin, he failed to notice her climbing on the counter and kneeling up just high enough to rip the book out of his grip.

Their fingers brushed against each other for a second, but all she could feel was him. Electricity rippled down her skin as her heart practically exploded, blood spurting everywhere in a frenzy. Her mind became crowded with the faint smell of pine amongst the dense cigarette and weed smoke, forcing her lungs to inhale deeper than she thought possible.

He blinked, his eyes level with hers as her chest rose and fell angrily, her hands trembling over the sketchbook. He hadn't expected her to get that riled up over him looking at some drawings.

She was still kneeling on the counter as she furiously blinked away the memory of his ringed hands. Her eyes darted over her sketchbook, mentally checking it hadn't been damaged as she collected her discombobulated brain.

"So do I get my film or..." Eddie croaked, nervously shuffling as his heart stuttered. She was so close, the closest he had ever been to her, he couldn’t think or breathe as his eyes melted with the curve of her frown.

Her head whipped up to meet his brown eyes, their faces now inches away. She hadn't realised how close she had gotten to him when rescuing her drawings.

His breath tickled her hair as they froze in place, trapped in each others eyes. Her blood boiled as his brown eyes pooled with something she didn't recognise, stampeding down her nerves as goosebumps formed along her skin.

She couldn’t help her eyes from examining his features, it was like seeing for the first time. She watched his jaw clench, where a soft stubble was beginning to form, as her eyes rose up to his soft lips that were caught between his teeth. She had the sudden urge to free them and watch the colour seep into them as she rolled it beneath her thumb.

Eddie couldn’t help but let himself lean into her as he watched the desire flood into her eyes, his chest erupting with warmth as it cascaded down to his stomach and further, leaving a trail of electricity. He needed to be closer to her, to feel his lips against hers as he pulled her flush against him.

She saw his eyes darken as he inched closer, his hands planted firmly either side of her, close enough to touch her. Her mind went feral as the cool metal of his rings grazed her legs. Her skin was burning under his touch as her breath caught in her throat.

Suddenly, reality hit her like a brick wall.

She shivered, profusely blinking away the tension as she clambered back down from the counter. She swiveled back round to the computer to hastily input the rest of the details, leaving a oddly quiet Eddie Munson to stew in his thoughts for a moment.

Her cheeks were beetroot red as she had her back turned to him, but she was still trying to wrap her head around what had happened than what she looked like.

Sure Eddie Munson was hot, but did she like him? Hell no, right?

Before he could say something else to aggravate her, she shoved the movie into his chest. Eddie paused for a moment as her gaze never left the floor.

He stumbled back, exaggerating as he staggered backwards holding his hands to his chest where she had pushed him.

"Oh, you wound me, Hargrove," He groaned, his eyebrows drawing together. Any hint of what was etched on his face moments before had been wiped away with his dramatics.

She rolled her eyes at his antics, ducking her head behind the counter to hide her non-consensually growing smirk.

"Fuck off Munson."

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Killer!”

He sent her a lopsided smile before waltzing out into the grey rain, not looking back once at the girl who was staring daggers into his back.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #killer #hot as fuck #halloween #family video #rental #oneshot #eddie x reader #self insert #eddie x fem!reader #drawing

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Restless Year - Chapter 2

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This calendar is offensive. No there aren’t any half-naked omegas on it or garish metal album covers (that’s in Eddie’s office at work). No. This calendar is pissing Steve off because it’s telling him he’s not due for a heat for a few months, which means no bonding. No mating.

It’s not a complete surprise. Steve had been on suppressants through half of high school and most of his adult life. As much as he wanted off them when he and Eddie got together, they agreed that the risk wasn’t worth the Harringtons finding out about their relationship. Which is why once a year Steve when went into heat on his meds, he and Eddie would suddenly go out of town just in case.

But now, when Steve wants it to happen, it’s delayed. Stupid biology.

Steve puts a little mark on the day it’s supposed to start and catches himself admiring the ring on his finger. He’d told Eddie ages ago a bite would be enough, that he didn’t need Eddie wasting money on rings, but looking at the band on his finger he now knows how wrong he was. It’s a nice reminder that all this is real.

Letting the pages fall back to the current week and Steve looks over his schedule. Nancy had shown him how she used her college planner and finds himself appreciating the crash course in time management. Years ago he would have rolled his eyes at her, asking why anyone would need to pen out to life to the minute, but now? Now Steve is wondering if he can get pens in more colors to keep track of his life better. Annotated on each day are his classes, which of his adopted children to call, and Eddie’s work schedule. Today it tells him that after classes, Dustin is coming over for Wednesday night dinner before going with Eddie back to the shop for their bi-weekly Dungeons and Dragons night.

Tucking his calendar into his bag, he walks out to the kitchen to make lunch for himself and Eddie before catching the train. When his summer semester went off without issue, he enrolled for fall for a full course load. And while he likes getting out of the apartment to do more than house stuff, Steve has no better grasp on what his future plans are supposed to be.

Months ago when he and Eddie first started talking about potentially moving, Robin had suggested community college to Steve. She told him college is about finding out what you like and don’t like and Steve figured why not. It would be a good idea to find out if he liked anything beyond wrangling the lives of six kids. Erica had told him if anything he should get a business degree because that's always useful.

But it’s been months, and Steve still feels lost. Not just by the material but by the new social order. He doesn't even think he was this worked up about his first weeks of high school, but then again that was different. He'd already made the basketball team, his coach recruiting him from his junior high team, so he came into freshman year with built-in friends after summer training camp. Sure his social status began to dwindle towards the end of high school due to a combination of things - presenting omega, the world trying to end every six months, etc. But none of it registered with Steve because he was just happy to be alive.

But now? Now in college not only does Steve not know a soul but for once the Harrington name gets him nowhere. It's simultaneously a relief and a frustration. Because it’s nice that no one associates him with his parents, their wealth, and connections. But on the other hand, that name kept him from experiencing some of the worst suburban Indiana had to offer. For instance one of his syllabuses explicitly stated that no make-ups would be given for days missed due to heat. One brave soul tried to ask the professor why, and the answer had Steve sinking in his seat - after that day he started slapping scent blockers on before reaching school grounds.

What Steve had thought was just his old friends being assholes for leaving the group he’s now realizing was more than that. There was a bubble within his pack in Hawkins and leaving it has made Steve take a page out of Robin’s introvert social playbook.

The pinch of the knife into Steve’s finger tells him he needs to focus on cutting his sandwich instead of his hand. The last thing he needs is to wake Eddie up after he closed last night, the alpha getting home well after Steve was in bed. Between his work at the shop and Steve’s classes, they’ve become two ships passing in the night, only seeing each other for quick meals and the occasional day off. Steve’s not sure why he thought it would be different but he’s realizing now that the long lazy days in Hawkins were going to be a thing of the past. But it’s fine. At least being alone isn’t a new thing for Steve.

“What is it going to take to convince you two to do something more than a courthouse thing?” Dustin asks for what Steve feels is the millionth time.

“This is why I hate it when Suzie can’t make dinner,” Steve admits, placing the pizza in the middle of their table. Sick of long distance, Suzie and Dustin applied to all the same school and when Suzie got a full ride to the University of Chicago with early admission her parents couldn’t say no - the upside of being one pup of ten.

Steve’s upside is that Suzie often controls Dustin's filter and his constant need to butt into the next milestone in Steve’s life. But tonight she’s absent, leaving just three for dinner. Wednesday nights before Dungeons and Dragons became pizza night in the Munson-Harrington household. It gave Steve a night off cooking, and it would go a long way to preventing a repeat of the Vienna sausage incident of 1988.

“Your favoritism is showing sweetheart,” Eddie teases as he tries to catch the melting cheese from the tip of the slice.

“Agreed!” Dustin choruses, making Steve roll his eyes. It’s not entirely untrue. Suzie had become his companion every other week when their partners would leave to roll dice for hours on end. It'd been awkward at first - both of them being equally intimidated by the other - but now Steve and Suzie have their own little routine that Dustin is jealous of. The irony isn’t lost on Steve.

“Where is she tonight?”

“The SCAV planning committee she got assigned to decided to meet tonight but she told me to tell you that she promises she’ll get it moved so this won’t happen again,” Dustin recites, making it clear to Steve that his young friend had been coerced to relay it.

“What’s SCAV?” Eddie asks, and Steve just covers Dustin’s mouth before he can start on his ramble.

“In short, a scavenger hunt. I’ll explain it another time but right now I really don’t want to spend my remaining hour with you two talking about that,” Steve insists.

“Right, which is why we should talk about your wedding,” Dustin grins, making Steve groan.

“Henderson, if you don’t stop with the wedding talk I’m going to ask Suzie the same question the next time she’s here for dinner,” Eddie threatens. The warning works and Steve is able to turn the topic to Eddie's newest stressor - the Sweat Records annual Halloween party.

"It has to be epic.”

“It will be epic.”

“No, you two don’t understand. Apparently, this Halloween party has become a staple of this neighborhood and this scene and it's up to me to run it. Two days of gigs, sales, decor, and mayhem."

"Mayhem?"

"Mayhem," Eddie reemphasizes and Steve reaches over to pluck the notebook of Eddie's ideas from his hand. It’s one of his many tiny journals that litter the apartment. This one is navy blue with 'shop ideas' hastily scribbled on the front.

"I don't think you actually want mayhem," Dustin argues, "cause mayhem is technically injuring someone where they can't fight in battle. Like cutting their hand off."

Steve completely ignores that fun fact and just turns to look at Eddie who is trying hard not to steal his notepad back.

"Well, what has you so worked up? You've been lining up bands just fine. You said Moxie is pleased with the ticket sales." Steve knows that Eddie is constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop and he's happy to be his cheerleader and troubleshooter, even if a lot of advice is shot down. Eddie is convinced that despite Steve’s years in retail his life as a privileged rich boy negates all practical advice.

“I have a lineup in mind for bands, that isn’t an issue. Even have an all-ages one for the early evening,” he supplies, and Steve tries to remind himself that all-ages usually just meant teenagers, not adorable children in their own miniature battle jackets. “No, it’s the rest that is a problem. The theme, drinks, decorations,” Eddie begins to list, as Steve flips through pages, amused by some of the theme ideas Eddie has scribbled - Night of the Living Dead, Dead or Canadian, Seven Deadly Sins.

“Did the former manager leave like some kind of ledger from last year - like ticket sales, bar tabs, revenue?” Steve asks, and gets an odd look from Eddie who clearly isn’t sure whether Steve is joking.

“I doubt it. I mean I’m sure I can find out how much money came in, but beyond that, I’ve got no idea why she’d have saved all that.”

It’s Steve’s turn to look confused. “Well, how else would you know what to buy for the next year. It’s like Holly with her girl scout cookies.”

“Steve, Eddie is talking about a Halloween party. Are you having a stroke,” Dustin asks, reaching over to touch Steve’s forehead, which the omega slaps away. That’s not how you check for a stroke.

“No, but Eddie runs a business, and right now, back in Hawkins, Erica is getting a migraine.” Steve explains that the first year Holly had to sell girl scout cookies he and Erica helped - Steve to take her around different neighborhoods, and Erica recorded transactions to help Holly get her ‘budding entrepreneur’ badge. The two of them helped Holly see what cookies sold best, what neighborhoods were busts, and even what days of the week got her the most sales. “So when the next year rolled around we ordered cookie inventory accordingly and that’s why Holly Wheeler has the top cookie earnings in the county,” Steve preens until he realizes both men are staring at him - Dustin still worried about a stroke, while Eddie looks amused and impressed.

“Really what I’m learning is that the Chicago girl scout troops better be prepared for the day our daughter joins, though I’m still not sold on them - boy scouts seem to be pyromaniac nationalists in training,” Eddie snarks, earning a tut from Dustin, which he ignores in favor of crowding into Steve’s space. His mouth quirked in a flirty smile and his eyes opened with amusement. “But what I’m also hearing is that if I find the receipts you’ll do me a big favor, Stevie.”

“And what do I get in return?”

Eddie bites his bottom lip and looks Steve up and down. “A big favor.”

“Gross! Gross! That’s enough. I am going to the shop without you!” Dustin announces, shaking as he gets up to get his bag.

“You’re going to scar him one day Eds,” Steve laughs as the door closes, leaning in to capture Eddie’s lips. “But I’m going to hold you to that favor. Been missing you in bed.”

“Been missing you too baby. I’ve got a day off soon, and from what I recall you don’t have classes on Tuesdays, so let’s make a day of it. And by that, I mean a day to not leave the bed.” “Sounds like a plan. I’m going to hold you to it, late night or not.” “Such a needy thing,�� Eddie purrs, kissing Steve one last time before glancing at the clock. “I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry.”

“I know, I know. Leaving me high and dry though is cruel.”

At that Eddie smirks, leaning down to whisper into Steve’s ear. “You are certainly not dry baby girl. I can smell you from here.”

Steve’s face is bright red as Eddie leaves their apartment, but would come back to a reminder of what he could have been doing with Steve if he’d skipped his typical Wednesday destination.

***

Sweat Records is a world of an upgrade from Eddie’s old shop outside of Hawkins. Located in a four-story brownstone, the store occupies the first floor with the venue on the ground level. Above is two floors of living space currently occupied by the shop owners, and Steve can’t help the envy he feels when he looks up and sees the space. Unlike his where he grew up, the building that houses the shop was made at the turn of the century, and a lot of the original details still exist, which Steve finds charming. His parents were continuously updating the house to be ‘with the times’ which Steve couldn’t stand.

Walking into the shop Steve is ever grateful for the lack of harsh white light that often left Eddie with headaches after long shifts. The shelves of vinyl, tapes, and CDs are much neater and have more genre sub-categories than Steve could have imagined. He made the mistake once of asking Eddie what the difference between heavy metal and glam metal was and now just takes Eddie as his word when he says something like “Minneapolis Sound” as if it’s common knowledge. Well, it may one day be common knowledge to Steve who has gotten more musical education in the last few months than ever before thanks to the piles of music Eddie comes home with to sample. Thankfully after the third cassette avalanche, Eddie agreed that Steve could start sending their friends some of their goodies to share the wealth.

The shop has signs of the impending Halloween party, with decorations already lining some of the walls as well as flyers advertising the event. From the art on the advertisement, Steve can see Eddie finally settled on the Night of the Living Dead theme he’d been waffling on, and Steve can’t help but giggle at the names of some of the bands listed to perform. What kinds of names were Screeching Weasels and Smashing Pumpkins anyway? It’s been a few weeks since Steve was last in the shop, school taking the brunt of his time during business hours. Eddie had told him to drop by if he could today just for a hello and to grab a few things he wanted Steve to look at.

“Hi, can I help you?” someone calls out to him, and Steve turns to see a guy he doesn’t recognize. He’s met the owners, Moxie and Teresa before, but due to his odd drop-in hours, Steve hasn’t met a whole lot of the staff.

“Oh, hey, I’m looking for Eddie, is he here?” The question earns him an odd look from the employee who is dressed in an oversized plaid shirt, whereas Steve is in acid wash jeans and a tucked-in short-sleeved turquoise button-down.

“And who is asking?” The employee looks almost disinterested but is still eying Steve with curiosity. He gets it - he’s probably not the kind of guy that comes in looking for Eddie Munson on most days.

“Steve,” he answers and watches as the guy's eyebrows quirk a little.

“Oh, you’re Steve. Not exactly what I pictured. I’m Jamie. Eddie had to step out but left a note to give these to you.” The man ducks beneath the counter and hands over a folder stuffed with papers and receipts - it seems Eddie found the paper trail from the last few Halloween parties.

“And what did you picture?” Steve can’t help but ask as he takes the proffered folio. It’s not exactly that Steve expected Eddie to give his staff the rundown of Steve’s wardrobe, but maybe a heads up that they look like the odd couple at least.

“Dunno, definitely someone less Wham,” he smirks, and Steve tries not to bristle at the insinuation. “Eddie’s like a total alpha metalhead. I don’t think I’ve seen that many shades of black in a dude's wardrobe, but I guess the man will suffer color for some choice sandwiches."

“Choice sandwiches,” Steve finds himself repeating.

“Yeah man, you’re Steve, the roommate who is always packing Eddie lunches and calling to check in on him for like dinners and shit. Don’t get me wrong, we all reap the benefits of your cookies man,” the clerk continues, not realizing that the floor seems to have fallen out from under Steve. “Smart of him to shack up with an omega if you ask me, no offense meant.”

Tucking his left hand into his pocket to hide the ring, Steve just nods. “Yeah, that’s me. Steve. The roommate. Well uh, thanks for these and just let Eddie know I grabbed them,” he swallows as he turns on his heel to leave the shop before the place smells of panic.

He wishes the outside was colder. Fall is barely here and what Steve wouldn’t give in that moment to feel piercing cold on his skin instead of whatever combination and freefall and haze he’s feeling right now. Because maybe, just maybe the cold would give him some clarity as to why the man in there thinks Steve is just Eddie’s roommate. Because there has to be a logical explanation for this, right?

Steve catches a glimpse of himself in the window's reflection and takes in his appearance. He really doesn’t look like someone who would come looking for Eddie, or rather someone Eddie would look at. Steve who is still trying to get a foothold in this city while Eddie is thriving. Steve who is still looking for designer items between the sales racks because he’s not adapting as well as he thought. Steve who can’t even figure out what he wants to do with his life other than the one thing he can’t even have yet, and it’s so cliche. Eddie doesn’t want a cliche life.

Suddenly all those times Eddie has shut down Dustin’s prodding about a wedding makes sense. Steve really is an idiot.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #steddie fics #omegaverse #myfics #six kids and a winnebago

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3/25/2024 FISH

alright let's kick it off - *fuck these lights suck in this room* oh we have a guest lecturer coming up later this semester *GOD THESE LIGHTS* ugh more exam 1 presentation from the grads. But we do get to talk about the ENSO cool-ocean basin and circulation and how it fits with climate modes... Again I didn't read the paper- I'm so over these papers. The dude is pulling through with a cohesive thought process for the exam 1 presentation. *ha we got the lights fixed thank God* I've also added a spell check program so hopefully my spelling gets a bit better and not so atrocious. *I totally zoned out for 20 minutes I don't know what's happening*

Rings vs Eddies answered from the last class!- rings are an of an eddy. eddies are reserved for the lower amplitude current variations that are found throughout the ocean.

ENSO and Friends; PDO, NAO, and others. understanding Maine ecosystem responses like plankton, benthos, fish stocks, predator prey correlating with atm indices over decades ( this is a major breakthrough! in fish oceanography). Changes in atm circulation were driving changes in the ocean circulation causing major changes in bioprocesses. With this knowledge fish management needed to wrangle with the idea that fish pops were subject to national variations along with fishing effort

El nino - sothethen oscillation (ENSO) - this is a high area of productivity due to upwelling, catch rate is not consistent as some mother warm equatorial water moves sotu and disrupts the upward flow of nuts. normal years only last a few months but every 3-7 years ... *GAH SLIDE CHANGE* initially thought that was due to a decrease in upwelling favorable wind and local to preu and equadorBUT now we know that it is a part of an ocean wide oscillation in the atm called other isolation. *something something* pressure gradient between the high atm pressure in easter quat PAcf and region of low pressure in are of Indonesia. lower than average gradient=el nino. higher than average gradient = la nina. ENSO is typically associated with large changes in the climate of the equatorial region. Under normal conditions (la nina) the upper mixed layer in the western part of the ocean is substantially deeper than in the east. in the western Pacific ( want west Atlantic) the ocean level is higher. ** This figure sucks** ??Walker circulation?? El nino - strength of wind is a driving factor (not as strong) resulting in wind and water temperature patterns set up on the east side?

Walker circulation - SOI - positive: trade winds typically strong across the warm western PACFONC and pick up plenty of moisture..... GOD SLIDE CHANGE

SOI - southern oscillation index - measures the difference in air pressure between Drwin and Thaiti and is calculated daily. the air pressure difference with the long-term normal difference is expressed... kill me :)

ENSO and teleconnections; as enso proceeded from one phase to another the walker circulation varies in intensity and position. the variations cause weather changes in a number of locations. strong correlations between the warm period of ENSO and droughts in Australia, Indonesia, brazil, and Africa. at the same time dry unusually high rainfall occurs along the equator east of 160 degrees of equator and preu. ~ effects in Pacific and northern Hemi. higher than normal pressure western pacific. at higher latitudes a sequence o alternating high pressure and low-pressure anomalies from a curving eastward thus causing mid-latitudes westerlies to be further south .... *I swear to god why are we speed running this lecture* in Atlantic- el nino event generally suppress Atlantic hurricane activity so fewer hurricane than notal from in the Atlantic during Aug to Oct the paea of Atlantic hurricane season. *yeahhh I didn't do that secondary reading of 264 pages fuck that'd rather fight god than read that in a weekend*

ENSO and marine heatwaves - impacts of global climate change are caused by pulse heat stress events associated with El nino. extreme 2015-16 Nino with unabated global warming instigated... *please* basically caused lots of problems google it. coral bleaching off Australia etc. grapple with overall warming and heat waves as overall and not individual things?? enso and broad-scale climate warming

Okay now we talk about the paper that I didn't read but I need participation points so now time to formulate questions

Participation questions - Okay not to sound not great but how do we measure what is caused by ENSO and what is more anthropogenic? where do we look for that fine line between what is natural and what isn't?

What does ENSO have an effect on "the Blob" in the Pacific?

Walker circulation? does that wind cell? "circulate" in between the Hadley cells at the equator? I guess I'm just confused if this is locally found in the equator portion of South America or does it span across the equator... okay that is poorly phrased is it specifically in the Pacific or does it span across oceans? -Just equatorial pacific. yes is a cell but the size varies if is a nina or nino year.

What is the effect of El Nino on the glapagos what is the oceanography mechanism? - warmer atm conditions, less wind mixing, thus less upwelling and less stratification, thus less nutrients, and lower productivity

Something to ponder - climate effect on disease ecology?

#Fisheries oceanography #ENSO #Climate osilations

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