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Eddie Munson x Reader

Mechanic

Summary- When Y/N's truck breaks down on the side of the road in Hawkins, she calls a mechanic, who happens to be Eddie Munson, and he comes to her rescue.

Trigger warnings- talk of injury, cussing

Word count-2.3

"No, please no, not now!" Y/N cries as her truck comes to a sputtered stop. She drops her head onto her hands that rest on the steering wheel, willing herself not to cry. Her day could not get any worse. A strange noise made the girl raise her head from her hands, seeing the engine emitting black smoke from under the hood. Spoke too soon, Y/N thinks to herself.

The upset young adult throws her truck door open, stepping out of the vehicle, but not before popping the hood open. She walks to the front of the truck and opens the hood to look at the damage. She props the hood on the hood strut, waiting for the smoke to clear so she can get a better look at the engine.

The girl has some knowledge of cars, only learning how to fix some problems because of her truck. The truck was older than her, meaning she got it from her parents before they moved halfway across the world, but not before mentioning all the problems the old vehicle has, just as they were walking to the plane, stunning the poor girl.

"Stupid piece of shit! Shoulda scraped you with the rest of dad's shit vehicles!" Y/N yelled at the truck, kicking the tire while she ranted. In turn, the truck let out a whine, almost as if it was replying to the flustered girl.

She went back to looking at the engine, sticking her hand down into the heart of the truck, but quickly pulled it back when the hot metal burned her hand, leaving a nasty red mark on the back of her hand. The girl kneeled down, her hand still sitting on the truck where the hood sits. Her left hand rested over her eyes as she took deep breaths, trying to figure out what to do.

Deep in thought, the girl didn't hear the sound of the hood strut snapping in two, causing the heavy metal hood to fall, landing on her burned hand. Y/N cried out as she shot up from her kneeling position, opening the hood as fast as she could to get it off her hand. Once it was finally off, she cradled her clearly broken hand to her chest, letting a single tear fall down her face.

Y/N slammed the hood closed, cussing under her breath as she got back into the cab of her truck, cranking the key with her left hand, seeing if by some miracle the vehicle would start, but to no avail. The truck sputtered slightly before going silent, refusing to turn on. Y/N sighed, looking at her surroundings, and seeing a gas station not very far up the road. She grabbed the keys out of the ignition, picked up her wallet, and exited the truck, slamming the door with force, making the metal groan when it hit the frame. Y/N didn't even care, she just started her walk to the gas station, cradling her hand to her chest.

When the angry young woman got to the station, she saw a pay phone, walking into the building to ask the clerk a question. "Welcome to John's quick stop gas station and cafe, how can I help you?" The older clerk asked from behind the counter when Y/N stepped up.

"Yeah hi. Do you have the number for a mechanic in town? My truck broke down, then decided it wanted to break my hand with the hood. Someone reliable would be preferred, please." She said, resting her hand on the counter. The sixty-something-year-old clerk gave her a worried smile, before she wrote something down on a sticky note, handing it across the counter.

"This is the best shop we have in Hawkins, but ask for Eddie Munson, he won't charge you an arm and a leg to fix your car. Payphone is right out there. Come back inside when you get off the phone and I'll get you something for your hand darlin'." The sweet clerk said to the younger woman, smiling sympathetically at her. Y/N smiled at her, walking out to the payphone to call the number on the paper.

Y/N dialed the number, putting the phone up to her ear, waiting for someone to answer.

"Greasy hands car mechanic, this is Eddie speaking." Y/N heard a deep voice say on the other end.

"Yeah, is this Eddie Munson?" She asked in her best phone voice.

"Sure is, sweetcheeks. What can I do for you today?" The guy said on the other end.

"Yeah, my truck broke down and I need a mechanic. I was told you're the best in town. Do you think you could come out and tow my truck for me?" She asked, hoping the clerk was right about him not charging tons for a fix.

"Sure can. I just need your location and name and I'll be out with a tow truck in no time." 'Eddie' said to Y/N, causing her to sigh out in relief. She proceeded to give him her location, thanking him before hanging the phone up. Y/N then walked back into the gas station, smiling at the clerk as she disappeared into the back, only to emerge a few seconds later with an ice pack for her hand.

"Go on and get yourself a drink and something to eat, it's covered darlin'." The clerk smiled at Y/N, shooing her to find something she liked in the store.

"Thank you so much. You're so sweet." Y/N said when she found what she wanted. As the older lady turned around, she fished some money out of her wallet, placed it on the counter for her, and walked out the door to sit and wait for this 'Eddie' guy to show up.

"Oh, you sneaky little thing!" The clerk said once she turned around and saw the money on the counter, but nonetheless put it in the cash register.

~*~

Y/N sat on the tailgate of her truck, eating the sandwich and drinking the soda she grabbed, watching the different cars drive by.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only half an hour, she saw the tow truck pull up, backing up to her truck to hook it up. The driver's side door opened, and out stepped a guy not much older than Y/N, walking over to her. He had long, curly hair that just hit his shoulders, framing his face perfectly. He wore a grey uniform, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing a bat tattoo on his left arm.

"You must be Y/N?" He asked, receiving a nod from said girl. "I'm Eddie. What seems to be going on with this thing?" He asked, walking to stand in front of Y/N to talk.

"I'm not sure. It just died on me. I just replaced the carburetor and fuel line less than a month ago, so it's not that. I'm not sure what it could be, to be honest." Y/N said, looking at Eddie as he nodded his head.

"Well, let's get it back to the shop and I'll have a peek at it for you." The long-haired man said, smiling lightly at Y/N. She nodded her head, letting him do his stuff.

Once the truck was hooked up and in position on the back of the tow truck, Eddie told Y/N to get into the passenger side. She did as told, closing the door and buckling her seatbelt. Eddie got into the driver's seat not long after, starting the vehicle up and putting it into gear.

Neither Eddie nor Y/N talked for a while on the way to the shop, sitting in silence, the only sound coming from the tape Eddie had put into the tapedeck on his drive over. Y/N sat, still cradling her injured hand to her chest, trying her best to stop the throbbing pain she felt in it. Eddie noticed this, and questioned her about it.

"What'd ya do to your hand?" He asked, taking a quick glance at the girl next to him.

"Oh, I'm pretty positive I broke it. I was looking in the engine earlier and stuck my hand down into it, but got burnt so I kneeled down with my hand still on the truck, and the stupid hood strut snapped in half, causing the hood to fall on my hand. I shoulda scrapped the piece of shit a long time ago." Y/N replied, snorting softly at the end.

"Well, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital or something to get that looked at?" Eddie asked, concern lacing his deep voice.

"Nah, I'm fine. I can wait a while." Y/N simply countered, gently resting her hand down on her jean-covered thighs.

~*~

"Well, it looks like the alternator and a few spark plugs went out. I took a look at the rest of the engine and the oil filter and water pump are going out. The engine looks like it's about fifty years old, so everything is running on its last legs. I would suggest a whole new engine at this point." Eddie said to Y/N, gauging her reaction.

"What happens if I don't do the whole new engine?" She asks, standing at the counter, looking at Eddie, who stood on the other side, behind the counter. She was watching Eddie with interested eyes, her eyes scanning his face, down his neck then back up, looking at the bun he had thrown his hair into when he got back to the shop.

"Well, if you don't replace it, everything is just going to keep going out, giving you problems, making it harder for the truck to run until it just stops altogether like it did today." Eddie explained, waiting for the girl to reply.

"If I replace it, how much are we talking it'll cost?" She questioned, scared of his answer.

"We're lookin' at around three grand. But that's with new everything. The whole engine will be brand new, right from the factory." Y/N eyes widened, a heavy sigh falling from her lips. She rubbed her left hand on her forehead, thinking everything over. "But, I can make a couple calls, see where you can buy a new engine at the best price here in town. I know a few people that will give me a good price on one." Y/N nodded her head, Eddie pulling out some papers from a filing cabinet behind him, and starting to write on them

"Alright, I guess we'll have to do that, I don't have much of a choice here. When can you start on that?"

"I'll have to call a few people and as soon as I do that, and determine where the engine will come from, it will take about a week, two at the most to get it in, swap the engines out and tune the new one to your truck. I can work fairly quickly once the engine gets here. I can start today, pulling the engine out and seeing what I can save from it to maybe sell, get you a little bit of cash from what is salvageable, scrap the rest of the engine and get money off of that too. Let me finish this paperwork and I'll do that. Do you have someone that can pick you up, take you to get that hand looked at?" Eddie asked, pointing his pen at her bruising hand.

"Um, no I don't have anyone. I was just moving here when my truck broke down. I don't know anyone here. Do you have a phone book I could use to call a cab?" Y/N asked, rubbing the back of her neck.

"No, I'm not gonna make you call a cab. It's actually passed quitting time for me, this is all overtime. I can take you to the hospital and take you to your place after." Eddie explained, smiling up at Y/N, making butterflies erupt in her stomach. Said girl nodded her head, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

~*~

"Alright, what's your new address so I can drop you off?" Eddie asked once Y/N got back into his van from the hospital, a dark blue cast on her right hand.

"Um, you can just drop me off at a motel, I don't actually have a place to live yet." Y/N said, a blush once again creeping up her cheeks.

"What? I can't let a pretty girl like yourself stay in a random motel here! You can stay with me. My uncle works nights so he's not home at night and sleeps through the day when he gets home, so he won't mind."

"No, I can't let you do that. I'll be fine in a motel, you've already done so much for me." Y/N said, giving Eddie a very faint smile.

"Please, I insist. It would make me feel better knowing such a beautiful girl like yourself is safe at my place, not in some creepy ass motel in the middle of town. Just let me take care of you. I mean, after all, you're making my paycheck with your broken-down truck. It's the least I can do. Please?" Eddie begged, trying to convince the girl in front of him. If he was being totally honest with himself, he just didn't want to let Y/N go, he found her incredibly beautiful and sweet. He wanted to get to know her more, maybe take her on a date. But he wouldn't admit that out loud.

"Okay, I'll stay at your place. But you have to let me cook for you. It will be my way of saying thank you, even though it's not much. And I won't take no for an answer!" Y/N said, a smile pulling on her lips. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing to what she said, deciding it wouldn't be so bad to have a homecooked meal instead of the same microwave meals he has every night.

"Yeah alright. I can live with that. Now, if you're going to be living with me, I need to know a bit about you. Tell me about yourself, pretty lady." Eddie said, looking over at the girl next to him, a smile of his own on his lips. Y/N looked down, her smile widening as she shook her head, starting to tell Eddie about herself.

Requests are open!!

Dinner with the Hargrove/Mayfields was going well. As well as a first-time dinner with the boyfriend's family can go. Billy's father wasn't there, much to the relief of said boy, and yourself. You knew all about the abuse that went on in the Hargrove-Mayfield house. I mean, how could you not when Billy would come to your house at least once a week, most times more than that for you to patch up his wounds and hold him until dawn broke through the trees surrounding your house? It didn't take very long for him to come around to you at the start of the relationship. You didn't push or pressure him into telling you what happened, he eventually told you himself, which you couldn't be more proud of him for. Ever since, you patch him up and comfort him until he would have to go home to pick up Max for school, the vicious cycle starting over again.

Dinner was peaceful. Susan asked you questions about yourself, your childhood, and what you planned to do after school. You answered the questions with a smile until Billy put a stop to the questions. "Susan, I think she's had enough of the questions for tonight." Billy chuckled, making you smile at him, reassuring him you were happy to answer any questions they had.

Dinner continued on, and everyone got along nicely until Neil walked through the front door. He walked into the dining room and saw his family sat, with a girl he didn't recognize, having dinner. "What the hell is this? I thought you worked late tonight Susan, and Max, I thought you were going out with that friend of yours, what's her name? El, is it?" Neil asked, setting his briefcase down next to his seat at the table.

"Um, dad, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my father, Neil." Billy introduced, anxiety pouring out of him like a waterfall. You could tell he was terrified to introduce you to his dad, seeing as you know what his dad does behind closed doors.

"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Hargrove. Billy is so wonderful, I couldn't ask for a better man in my life." You said, getting up from your seat, standing to your true height (which was quite tall for a female), and going to shake his hand. Neil merely looked down at your hand before turning to Billy, a nasty look on his face.

"No, Billy is no man. He's not even man enough to have his girlfriend over for dinner while I'm home. That doesn't make him a man at all, sweetcheeks." Neil said, sneering at his son. Billy was backing up, trying to get further away from his father before he lashed out at him. That was the last thing Billy, or even Max and Susan wanted right now. They all wanted to have a calm and peaceful dinner without Neil ruining it by being the jackass he was.

"Neil, sweetheart, it wasn't Billy's idea to not have you here for dinner. It was my idea. I just wanted to meet her before you to see what I thought of her before you met her and got to know her. I just wanted to make sure she was good to your, our, Billy." Susan said, trying to defuse the situation quickly. It didn't work, however, only making Neil angrier than he already was when he walked into the house.

"Don't take the blame for what this little shit did, Susan. He needs to learn his lesson and learn to respect me, in my own house!" Neil yelled, making both Max and Billy flinch.

The short and stocky man brought his hand up, rearing it back to slap Billy across the face. But just when he was about to make contact with his skin, his hand stopped quickly, causing Billy to open his eyes when the blow never came.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with a sight he never thought he would see. You held a knife in your right hand, the sharp blade of the knife pressing firmly to his father's throat, a bright glint reflecting off the silver of the knife from the dining room light, into his face. Your left arm held his chin up, keeping it facing upwards slightly so you had access to the tender skin on his throat easily. "If you lay a finger on him, I'll slit your throat right in front of your family, you got that?" You sneered, peering over Neil's shoulder to look at his face. He started to nod his head, but you only pressed the knife further into the taut skin of his neck, speaking again. "Use your words. I want to hear, and know what you understand me." You spoke in an unusually calm voice.

"Yes, I understand." Neil said in a strained and scared voice.

"Good, but if he ever, and I mean ever, comes to my house again with so much as a tiny little scrape, I won't hesitate to paint the walls with your blood. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Hargrove?" You asked in a whisper, your voice low and threatening, only speaking to him this time. Neil echoed a quiet yes, grabbing his throat and rubbing the skin when you let him go, pushing him away from your figure. You gently set the knife down on the table, grabbing the water glass from in front of your plate. You brought the glass to your lips, took a swig of it, and put it on the table as you looked between Max and Billy. "Well, I think the three of us should be going. Don't expect them back for a few days." You said with a serious look on your face. Billy walked over to you, his fingers lightly grazing yours as you whispered to him to pack himself a bag for the week ahead of you and then help Max pack herself a bag as well. The still slightly frightened young man nodded his head, pressing a light kiss to your lips, a small smile gracing his lips as he directed Max up the stairs and to her bedroom.

Not even ten minutes later, the stepsiblings came back down the stairs, bags and anything else they needed in hand, walking out to Billy's Camero to put their stuff in and get in, waiting for you.

"Well, Mrs. Hargrove, dinner was wonderful, I apologize for having to cut it short, maybe next time we can finish dinner and have a calming evening afterward. Mr. Hargrove, don't you dear forget what I said or lay a hand on your wife or Maxine, or you'll regret you ever met me," You said, a menacing look in your e/c eyes. "Have a wonderful evening and good week, I'll return those two at some point! Goodnight!" You said, a sickeningly sweet smile returning to your face as you walked out of the house, out to the awaiting Camero.

You got into the car, closing the door behind you and smiling over at Billy who was sitting in the passenger seat. You're the only person he lets drive his precious car, other than himself. "Well, Max, you can either stay at my place with me or if you want, we can drop you off at one of your friends' houses for the week. Where do you want to go, sweetheart?" You asked, turning in the driver's seat to Billy's little sister. She thought for a moment before deciding she wanted to stay close to Billy.

The car ride to your house was silent other than the radio playing Billy's rock music in the background until Billy spoke up. "Where'd you learn to do that with a knife, babe?" He asked, turning to look over at you as you drive.

"Well, when you live the life I do, fighting to keep it at least once a year from demogorgons and other creatures from the Upside Down, you learn to use weapons, and become great at using them too." You say, your voice becoming quiet.

~*~

Pulling into your empty driveway, you help Max into the house with her things, setting them down in the living room. "We're just in luck, my parents are gone for the month so we have full reign of the house. You have three guest rooms and my room to pick from. If you want to sleep in my room, Billy and I will take the guest room across the hall from my room. Just, don't go into my parent's room, but everything else is fair game, including the game room downstairs." You say to the short redhead in front of you.

"I think I'll take your room, if that's okay with both of you?" She asks, her voice timid as she asked. You nod, helping her bring her stuff up to your room. You grab a change of clothes and your glasses to put on after taking your contacts out.

You walk into the guest room across from your room, seeing Billy stripping off his shirt, already in his pajama bottoms. You push your glasses up further on your nose, getting into bed next to Billy.

You sit in silence for a while, deciding to just go to bed after your eventful day. You set your large-frame glasses on the nightstand and burrow down into the mattress, cuddling closer to Billy. His hand runs up and down your almost bare back, the only thing covering it is a sports bra. You shiver slightly as his hand continues to move, letting out a content sigh after a few minutes.

"Thank you for doing that at dinner. I didn't know what to do when he started going after me. One thing about Neil is, that you can't talk back to him or say anything snarky to him or you'll get it worse. I think you really put him in his place." Billy said, not saying anything else for a few minutes. "And thanks for getting us out of there. Especially Max. I may not be the best brother to her, but I really care for the little punk. I worry that someday Neil will lay his hands on her mom, or even worse, her. I don't know what I would do if that happened. I'd probably go crazy on him." Billy said, laughing dryly at the end.

You sat up in the bed, resting one hand on Billy's naked chest, the other supporting your weight on the bed. "Well, now you don't have to worry about that anymore. Maybe I should talk Susan into moving into here to get away from Neil. She doesn't seem like she loves him, at least from what I saw she doesn't. I don't know though, I'm not there all the time." You said, looking down as your finger traced small patterns on his chest.

"I saved up all the money from my job at the pool to get Max and myself out of that house. I don't have quite enough to rent an apartment, but I'm almost there. Just a few weeks worth of paychecks this summer and I'll have enough for a year, but by then I should have another job and a steady income to provide for the two of us. We just have to put up with him for another month or two and we'll be out of there." Billy said, staring up at the ceiling. You stayed quiet for a few minutes, thinking of what to say.

"Move in here."

"What?" Billy asked, giving you a confused look.

"You heard me. Move in here with me. My parents love you and they adore Max. We can tell them about what happened tonight and I know they'll say yes. They already know of the abuse that's been going on. They know you sneak over here late at night and stay the night. They asked about it one time and I just couldn't lie to them. I told them the truth, and they said that if you ever needed a place to stay, they would welcome you and Max with open arms. They'll agree." You explained, waiting for Billy to say anything.

"I don't know Y/N/N, that's a lot of stress to put on your parents. I couldn't do that to them, to Max." He said, sighing heavily.

"They love you, Billy. And they're never around anymore, anyway, it would be perfect. You'll get out of that hell hole and I won't be lonely anymore. Say yes, Billy. Please." You said, begging at the end.

Billy stayed silent for several, agonizing minutes before speaking up. "Okay, I'll talk to Max and see what she says then I'll tell Susan."

"I already say yes! Anything to keep me here!" You both hear Max shout over the video game sounds from your room, making both you and Billy burst into fits of laughter.

"I love you, Y/N. So much. Even more now that you're helping me protect Max." Billy says when the laughter dies down, looking into your eyes.

"I love you too, Billy. I would do anything to keep the two of you safe. Always." You say, leaning up to plant a kiss on Billy's plump, awaiting lips.

Official.

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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A secret relationship was never an easy one to keep, and dating someone so prevalent in the public eye.. secrets don’t tend to last long.

You and Joseph had done a fairly decent job at keeping the relationship private, and out of the media. That is until one night, you’d decided to go out; in celebration of his success in Stranger Things, and to just be in each other’s company after so much time apart.

You and him had just finished dinner, and you were out for a stroll in the streets of London; hand in hand. That’s when you’d spotted a few fans across the street, lights flashing as they captured pictures of you two. You and Joseph both hurriedly made your way to his flat, but not before the photos were already being posted online.

Joseph had yet to come forward about the photos, and the mystery woman in them. Trying his best to just let it blow over instead of blow up.

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You were sat backstage, watching as the cast of Stranger Things answered questions from the audience. You’d laugh at some of the questions being asked, and adored how supportive the fans were of your boyfriend and his newfound fame.

You see a girl be handed a microphone, looking ever so nervous to be standing there. “Hi, I’m..” She introduces herself. “My question is for Joe Quinn.” Joseph smiles widely, ready for anything she throws at him. “So I’m sure you’ve heard about the photos that have been circulating the internet, of you and a.. mystery woman. I was just wondering, is she your girlfriend?” She shyly asks, and you gasp quietly from backstage.

Your eyes land on Joe, who looks just as shocked as you. You can see the blush spreading across his upper chest and face. He laughs loudly, “That’s quite the question you have there.” Clearly nervous, he looks around at his cast mates.

“But yes, that is my girlfriend. I hadn’t made it official publicly but now seems as good a time as any..” He rambles on, a shy, embarrassed smile on his face as he rubs his face with his hand.

“I apologize for putting you on the spot, but she’s very pretty!” The fans tries to save herself. “That’s okay! I don’t mind, it would be out eventually.. and yes, she is. She’s very pretty.” He takes a quick glance at you backstage, before returning his attention to the fan. His face is bright red, and you can tell he’s a bit flustered.

“Thank you, you’re amazing.” The fan finishes, handing the mic to the next person. “My question is pretty simple, for Joe as well.” The girl starts, and Joe bites his lip nervously. “Can we meet her? Like.. is she here?” Joe laughs loudly, before turning to the event manager, whispering something in her ear. The manager nods briefly, saying something back to him.

“Yeah, she’s here. Fuck it! Why not?” He gasps, covering his mouth quickly. “Can I say that?” He mentally shames himself and the audience laughs. “Be right back!” He gets up, running over to you. Your eyes are wide as he places his hands on your shoulders, “Do you want to? It’ll be quick.” He searches your eyes. You nod, “Fuck it!” You laugh, copying his comment from before. He smiles, taking your hand and leading you onto the stage with him.

The audience goes crazy at your appearance, screaming and pointing. Joe takes the mic, glancing at you with his hand in yours. “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).” He introduces, holding the mic to you. “Hi, everyone. Lovely to meet you all.” You speak shyly, earning a scream from the audience in return. You laugh before you start to make your way off stage, Joseph stops you, grabbing your hand and places a soft kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

The audience absolutely loses it, crying and screaming with joy at Joseph’s PDA. “Isn’t she lovely?” He laughs into the mic before finding his seat again. You hear someone in the crowd scream, “We love her!” Before they continue on with the questions, and you watch from the back in awe.

It’s official.

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