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MOONAGE DAYDREAM 2022, dir. Brett Morgan
why draw one David Bowie when you can draw eight
David Bowie leaving London Victoria Station to travel to Paris to record the album "Pinups" at the Chateau d'Herouville, 1973.
David Bowie
📷 © Markus Klinko
Soul Love
pairing: Eddie Munson x sweetheart! fem! reader
summary: You are the school sweetheart, he’s the freak, until a rainy night where everything changes
words count: 1.667
author’s note: for all my David Bowie girls, enjoy <3
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Eddie Munson.
He had always been the high school freak. The name people whispered with disdain in the hallways, the easy target for cruel jokes, the boy no one ever defended. You, on the other hand, were the opposite. The sweetheart. The girl everyone liked, the familiar smile, the safe presence. In Hawkins, that felt like an unbreakable rule — until tonight.
The night was rainy when you left school with your pink umbrella open, carefully stepping around the puddles in the nearly empty parking lot. That’s when your eyes landed, once again, on the scene that had already become routine: Jason and his friends mocking Eddie. Loud laughter, cruel comments, until someone yanked the umbrella out of his hands and left him there, alone, completely exposed to the rain.
You didn’t think twice. You just went.
Jason was still laughing when he noticed you approaching.
“Hey, looks like the sweetheart actually cares… how cute.”
His friends laughed. You frowned, staring straight at Jason.
“And what are you gonna do, sweetheart? Give me a lecture?”
“Get lost, Jason.”
You snapped the umbrella shut and struck him in the ribs with its tip. Jason groaned loudly, clutching his side.
“Ow! Fuck! That hurts like hell!”
“That’s the point. Now leave him alone.”
Jason hesitated, taking a deep breath before nodding.
“Alright, alright. Calm down. No need to hit me again.”
He and his friends walked away, still muttering under their breath. Eddie stood frozen, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. Rain streamed down his face as he tried to process what had just happened.
“Fuck…” he muttered, swallowing hard. “You just hit Jason Carver with an umbrella.”
He glanced in the direction Jason had gone, then looked back at you. His voice came out rough.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
You smiled, feeling your face heat up. You thought about opening the umbrella to cover both of you, but you were already soaked anyway. Still, you opened it and gestured for him to come closer. Eddie stepped under the umbrella with you, smiling. His clothes clung to his body, his hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes locked on you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
For a moment, it felt like the two of you were the only people left in the world. Eddie noticed the height difference — you standing on your tiptoes to cover both of you — and spoke, his voice still rough.
“Uh… let me hold it.”
He gently took the umbrella from your hands and lifted it higher, shielding you too. Now you were even closer, your shoulders brushing, the rain falling around you like nothing else mattered.
“So…” Eddie asked softly. “Were you walking home?”
“I was.”
The rain grew heavier. Your clothes were stuck to your skin, goosebumps rising from the cold. Eddie noticed immediately.
“Damn… you must be freezing. I can drive you home, if you want.”
He spoke before thinking, cursing himself internally the moment the words left his mouth — but it was too late.
“Yes, please.”
His heart started racing.
“Okay… yeah.”
You walked in silence to his old car. Eddie opened the door for you, helped you inside, then rushed around to the driver’s side and started the engine. Old rock played on the radio. He turned on the heater and glanced at you.
“Do you want me to put on your music or… keep listening to my rock?”
“Hm? No, I love Ozzy.”
Eddie nearly choked.
“Wait — you LOVE Ozzy?!”
“I do.”
“You’re messing with me…” he laughed, way too excited. “That’s like finding a unicorn in Hawkins.”
“My dad loves him,” you said. “He used to play it for me since I was a kid.”
Eddie practically short-circuited.
“YOUR DAD—” He took a deep breath. “So you grew up listening to Crazy Train and Mr. Crowley? Jesus… that’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever told me.”
You laughed, genuinely. He looked at you like he was melting.
“You know…” you added. “I like Black Sabbath, but Pink Floyd has a special place in my heart.”
“Wait—” Eddie nearly lost control of the car. “You like PINK FLOYD too??”
“Like them? Wish You Were Here is my alarm.”
“WISH YOU WERE HERE IS YOUR ALARM?!”
“It is.”
“Fuck…” he murmured. “You’re a dream.”
“You like the Beatles too?” he asked, cautiously.
“Are you kidding? A Hard Day’s Night is one of my favorite albums.”
“HOW CAN YOU EXIST?!” Eddie almost shouted. “How is it possible someone so perfect likes the exact same albums I do?!”
“There’s just… one problem,” you said, mischievous.
“What?”
“Do you like Bowie?”
“…Are you testing me?” he laughed nervously. “Because I’ve had Ziggy Stardust on repeat since 1972.”
“Seriously?” you smiled. “It’s my favorite album.”
“THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE.” Eddie slapped the steering wheel. “You just won the rest of my life.”
“What’s your favorite song from Ziggy?”
“Rock ’n’ Roll Suicide.”
“Mine too.”
Eddie went quiet for a second.
“I’m going to marry you.”
“Only if it’s to Soul Love.”
“I will ABSOLUTELY marry you to Soul Love.”
The rain continued pouring outside, but inside the car, the atmosphere was perfect. Eddie focused on the road, but his mind was completely stuck on the idea of marrying you to the sound of Soul Love. He glanced at you again.
“Fuck, I still can’t believe you literally exist on the same planet as me…”
He stayed quiet for a few moments, just admiring you, the soft sound of the radio filling the space. After a while, you arrived at your house. Eddie parked by the curb and turned to you. The mood was still magical, rain pounding against the windows. He hesitated, not wanting to open the door — because that would mean the night was over.
You looked at him, unsure what to say, wanting to come up with an excuse for him to come in since your parents weren’t home. Finally, you took the initiative.
“So… do you want to come in and wait for the rain to stop?”
Eddie choked on his own breath, eyes wide. He couldn’t believe you had just said that.
“Are you inviting me into your house?”
He barely processed it before opening the car door, like he was afraid you’d change your mind. Eddie got out quickly, closing the door carefully, as if trying not to make noise. He stood there for a second, looking at you with a mix of nerves and excitement.
“But what about your parents?”
His voice came out rough — he clearly wanted to go in, but didn’t want to ruin anything.
When you said your parents were traveling, Eddie’s face lit up instantly, like something had clicked in his mind. He swallowed hard, nervousness turning into desire.
“So… that means you’re home alone?”
“Not anymore.”
You smiled, opening the door for both of you.
“Make yourself comfortable.”
Eddie almost tripped over his own feet walking in behind you. He was trying not to look like a complete idiot — and failing miserably.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” he whispered to himself.
He stood in the doorway for a second, looking around like he expected someone to jump out and yell “PRANK!” But when he realized it was real… his smile came back full force.
“So…” you said. “Do you want some water? Or I can show you my vinyl collection… maybe give you a house tour?”
Eddie nodded, struggling to form a coherent sentence. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual as he followed you.
“Your vinyl collection? Yeah, I’d love to see it.”
Eddie couldn’t hide the huge smile when he saw your records. He almost shouted when he recognized the band names, barely holding back. He stepped closer and carefully picked up the Bowie album like it was sacred.
“This—” he pointed at Ziggy Stardust, then the others. “You have EVERYTHING I love.”
He looked at you with an expression somewhere between admiration and pure desire.
“Is there anything else in this house you want to show me?”
“Actually…” you said softly, your hand brushing his as you took the record and placed it back on the shelf — not because you didn’t want him touching it, but because you wanted him touching something else.
“…there’s me.”
The simple gesture hit him hard. Eddie swallowed, his eyes locked on you, heart pounding loud enough you could almost hear it.
“My God…”
He fell silent for a moment, trying to breathe, trying to find words, staring at you like you were an impossible dream that could vanish any second.
“…pick a song,” you said gently, stepping closer. You wanted him energized by the music before focusing on you.
Eddie almost choked again. Music and you together was too much. He took a deep breath, voice barely steady.
“Any one?”
“Any one.”
Eddie turned back to the records, forcing himself to calm down. After a moment, he picked the only vinyl that felt right.
“Soul Love?”
He placed it on the turntable and slowly extended his hand toward you, silently asking permission. You smiled and took it. Eddie swallowed hard and lowered the needle. Soft piano filled the room.
He stood there, hand in yours, heart racing, eyes dark with want.
That was it.
Eddie closed the distance in one desperate move, pulling you against him, kissing you hard, raw, like he’d been holding it back forever.
When he pulled away just enough to breathe, he murmured,
“I told you I’d have you to the sound of this song.”
You smiled, wrapped your arms around his neck, rose onto your toes, and kissed him again. Eddie grabbed you, hands roaming your back, your waist, your body — wanting every inch of you, now. He lifted you, your legs wrapping around him, carrying you to the bed as the music kept playing.
“All I have is my love of love, and love is not loving”
The night was long.
At some point, the record ended.
But neither of you noticed.
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Hi tumblr!! Can I interest you in some Ziggy Woog?? :3c he is so dynoMITE!!
David Bowie at a birthday party