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eddie and his friends with a Brazilian indigenous woman, could you do this with them getting to know the reader? and the reader can't speak english, i think that would be cute, and eddie develops a crush on the reader.

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Eddie Munson x Female Reader

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It wasn't hard to know that you were new. When Eddie first spotted you, stepping through the door of the front office Mrs. Crowley smiling up at you, he immediately took in deep black of your hair and the dark brown of your ski and knew you were new.

It was obvious, too, the way your brows pulled together as you tried to piece together everything that you clearly some of it was being lost.

Eddie knew then, watching you pass by him but not without giving a gentle smile, that he was going to do whatever he could to become your friend. He'd hope it'd be more eventually. But at the very least, he knew you needed a buoy, someone to help you get acquainted and adjusted to this new place and at that very least he wanted to be that person.

It started at first with just gestures: waves, gesturing to your schedule, trying to wrack his brain for any words he knew that might even sound like something else. It's not easy. But you always laugh, even if Eddie is failing miserably at communicating with you, you always laugh, resting one hand on his forearm, or bicep, or shoulder and always get out, "Thank you."

It's honestly embarrassing how fast the sound of your voice makes his heart race. Don't let you look at him, Eddie is sure he will faint on the spot. Your laugh makes his toes curls.

And it's over terrible school lunches and standing outside of classrooms where Eddie looks down at his scoffed schools that Eddie realizes that he relishes in the small moments he can have with you. Even if you're sharing a small portion of the food you brought from home, dishes he tries to pronounce like you do but is too clumsy with the right inflections to get right, Eddie wants nothing more than to spend those small moments with you.

"I swear to god, if Eddie smiles any harder his cheeks will permanently be stuck that way," Mike huffs.

Dustin shrugs. "I mean it's cute. Watching him with her. I mean, don’t you love love."

“Not when it’s disgusting to look at it,” Mike returns, nose wrinkling just a little at the sight of Eddie furiously sketching something on a piece of notebook paper. Mike’s not even sure he wants to sit at the table today. But he follows Dustin regardless because there’s really no where else to go.

You greet Mike and Dustin with a wave and quickly turn your attention back to Eddie when he takes your arm. Your lights light up at the picture--a screen in front of you two, rows of chairs, two people seated next to each other, which you can clearly put together is you and Eddie. At the top of the page is a question mark and you gesture between Eddie and you when you realize that it seems like he’s asking you to join him in depicted activity.

Eddie nods. “Yeah, a movie. The two of us.”

You nod, a quiet, “Yes,” falling from your lips.

He scribbles down a number and you watch the numbers take form 6:30? YOu give another nod. Eddie’s sweet, he carries your books even without you asking and he’s patient as you try your best to piece together the questions he’s asking. He never gets huffy when you don’t get it immediately.

You try the word movie on your tongue and then point to the time. Eddie nods again. “Yes, is that time okay?”

A habit you’ve garnered from Eddie you give him a thumbs up.

THe simple gesture is enough to make Eddie nearly faint. How had he managed to land a date (though he’s not sure if he should be calling it that) with you is beyond him. He explains, slowly that he’ll pick you up.

Your agreement is another soft and accented affirmative, “Okay.”

But your smile is bright. Enough so that Eddie still can feel its warmth even after he’s burrowed under his sheets. He’s not even tired, but he feels safe there as he gazes up at his own drawing, the screen is empty, he’s got popcorn that’s split onto the pretend floor. And it’s truly bare bones, hoping that he an convey enough that it’s just you two but he keeps replaying the gesturing between the two of your chests and the way you nodded when it finally clicked.

“Could die a lucky man,” he mutters to himself. And it’s only a date or at least a single hang out. God forbid anything else actually happen--even a kiss on the cheek or hand holding--and Eddie is sure his heart would actually stop.

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