“You know I can see you, right?”
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eddie munson x female reader
it’s so damn hot you think you’ll shrivel up and die. that’s how every summer is in hawkins. every. summer. This year, 1988, is a particular scorcher. Everyone’s windows are open, their ac boxes are working overtime. However, you and Eddie were not granted the luxury of a working ac unit.
It malfunctioned only two weeks into June, so to cool off, you had to get multiple box fans and sat them up all over the trailer, which felt like being inside an over.
Standing in front of the window, two fans pointed at you, you rubbed an ice cube up and down your arms, your legs, the entirety of your body, wearing nothing but shorts and a bra that spilled out your tits. You were too hot to car that the windows were open, but you weren’t oblivious enough to know that your show had caught an audience.
You sighed, happy to have some sort of relief. After awhile, you chuckled. “You know I can see you, right?” You looked over to find Eddie exactly where you expected. On the couch, elbows in his knees and drool on his chin.
