a/n: sam is a lil ooc in this but he hit his head so i’ll blame it on that
“I know it goes against all of you natural instincts, but-” Sam hisses while you dab at his eyebrow with a cotton ball “-it would pay to listen to Lewis every once in a while.”
You’re both sitting on the floor inside his bedroom. Sam resting against bed and you kneeling at his side with a first aid kit his mother had provided.
He tries to smile but it turns into more of a grimace. “Where the fun in that?” You ‘tsk’ him and put more alcohol on his brow. “Ouch, ouch! Okay, okay, you’re right.”
“Mhm, damn right I am…” you mumble.
“But then I wouldn’t have you cleaning me up.” You downright laugh at that and he laughs with you
“You must’ve hit your head harder than we thought, huh?” You ask as you out the kit away.
“Actually, i’m feeling quite clear headed.” He takes your hands in his and pulls you closer to him. “Thanks for looking after me.” He peppers small kisses all over your face. “I’m so lucky.”
“Damn right you are, I’m the best.” You smile and catch his face in your hands. He gazes at you with a gooey look in your eyes.
Slowly, you move forward and plant a small kiss on his lips and as you pull back, he chases you for more. You snort and end up falling flat on your back in an effort to escape him. You’re both a mess of giggles and you wouldn’t have it any other day.
♡𝐜𝐰𝐬~.reader is described to have thick, curly hair , suggestive joke
“Ouch- Jay you’re pulling too hard!” You smack your boyfriends hand from over you shoulder and he apologises, sighing.
“Sorry, sorry…My fingers are to fuckin’ thick…keep getting stuck..” he mumbles.
You had tasked your boyfriend with helping you with washing your hair. You’re currently sitting with your back against your bath, a town around your shoulders with Jason sitting on the bath edge behind you, his thighs caging you in.
“Well, you’re lucky thick fingers are good for other things..” You snicker until you feel another tug on your hair and you wince. Jason huffs behind you when you shoot him a dirty look over your shoulder. “Uncalled for.”
“Disagree”, He laughs. He moves on to working conditioner through your hair, soaking the ends and massing your scalp. As much as Jason put himself down when it came to helping you with taking care of your hair, he was pretty fucking good at it. He had you melting in his pretty hands every single time. “‘kay, done. Are you gonna let it air dry?” He asks as he picks up another towel to gently dry the top of your head.
“Yeah, I think so.” You stand up and turn to face him. Jason is looking at you with a big smile on his eyes and a small one on his lips. His hands reach out and creep up your sides until they are locked together on the small of your back. He pulls you towards him so you tower over and stand in between his legs. You smile and rest your hands on top of his shoulders.
“Thank you for helping me, it can get overwhelming sometime,” you say as Jason rests his head on your stomach.
“Don’t worry about it. You help me so much with other things, ‘s the least i could do,” His voice is muffled in your, well his, shirt.
Lazy days like this are treasured between the both of you as they are few and far between. You’ll take whatever you can get and even something as mundane as washing each other’s hair have a special domesticity that you held close to your heart.
a/n: this was so self indulgent. i’ve been really angry at my hair atm and that makes me sad because i should be taking care of it. :’)
♡a/n~. inspired by this here post by @vxntagedior (check them out btw, they churn out loads of great content) ‘cause i have writers block and this sparked smth in me also i feel like i wrote Eddie a lil ooc so warning lol
“Ok, so, to answer this question, we need to go back to paragraph five….” Your words were completely lost on Eddie as he stared into space, the space that just so happened to be in front of your face. The cap of his pen had found it’s way between his teeth yet again and he chewed it eagerly while whatever you were tying to explain served as white noise for his brain.
“…And then you have t- Eddie? Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” You turned your full attention back to him. Oops, busted. “Eddie, c’mon! I’m trying to help you! Twenty-one years old and still in high school is bordering on creepy.” You complained.
You had him there. He’s been considered a freak long before he was held back, he didn’t need to be a rumoured pedo on top of that.
“Fine, fine! Just- maybe repeat all of what you just said.” You threw you hands up in exasperation and groaned. “Look, I’m sorry! I was just- head in the clouds, y’know? Promise all of my focus is only on you.” Well… He wasn’t lying, his focus was always on you! Just mostly not on what you were saying.
“You’re lucky I like you, Munson. Anyways like I was saying, to get what you need to answer this question, you have to go back to paragraph five and read through all of it-” For the next few hours you tutored Eddie thoroughly, making sure he understood the working and going over parts he couldn’t quite grasp.
“You gotta stop chewing your pencil, man. You’re probably going to get lead poisoning our something.” You scolded, taking the pencil out from between his teeth for the fourth time.
“Sorry, force’a habit. Do it when I get nervous.” He looked slightly sheepish and it made you frown.
“Why’re you nervous? You made loads of progress tonight.” You never really pegged Eddie for a nervous kind of guy. He had such a confidence about him all the time that you never could’ve guessed he gets so nervous about normal things that everyone else got nervous about.
“I just…I really want to graduate this year. I really really want to. There shit I wanna do, y’know? I wanna get out there and do stuff with the band, move me and my uncle out of this shitty trailer park, get some big old country house like those other rich ducks have. I want my slice of The American Dream with a Munson twist on it.” By the end of his rambles he was out of breath and on his feet in front of you. He could feel the beat creeping up his neck at the realisation he had just dumped all of this inner anxieties and dreams straight onto you and he looked away, his hand reaching up to rub his neck in embarrassment.
“Shit, sorry that was kind of heavy. I ruined the mood didn’t I?”
“No, Eddie you didn’t ruin the mood. It isn’t weird that you’re nervous at all.” You stood up and tried to catch his eyes. He looked up at you and you smiled. “You’re going to ace the exams and walk out of this school with your head held high.” Eddie was looking you in the face by now, the nerves he held slowly leaving him.
“You really think all that?” He asked quietly.
“Of course, Eddie. I think the world of you, I always have and I always will, no matter what happens.”
Shit. Fuck. Ok, you just said that to him. Fuck. What is he supposed to say back?
“The world, huh?” He covered up his shock with a sly remark and a grin.
You rolled your eyes hard and shoved his shoulder. “Knew I shouldn’t have said anything, just went straight to your head. Where nothing else seems to go, by the way.” You turned back around and sat back on the couch, looking to your books and ignoring the way he flailed.
“Aw, don’t be like that! I’m just pullin’ your leg!!” At Eddie’s whining you spared him a glance and he smiled.
“Tell me how much I mean to you one more tim-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before your textbooks crashed into his head.
“Pushing it, Munson!!”
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As you walked up to the Munson’s trailer, you could heard the sound of Eddie’s guitar and the murmur of his voice. You smiled and leaned against the door, stalling so you could hear a little bit more without you interrupting him. You listened for a minute or so until you heard him yell ‘FUCK’ and then some crashing. Worried, you burst into the trailer and were greeted by a disgruntled looking Eddie surrounded by balled up papers and a overturned side table that had scattered various dishes over the floor.
He looked up to you with surprise creasing his brow.
“Hey, uh, what’re you doing here? We aren’t studying tonight.” He sounded genuinely lost and you rolled your eyes as you shut the door behind you.
“What, am I just your tutor now? What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t drop in outside of our work hours.” You said and shoved the snacks you had brought into his chest. “What’re you doing anyways? I just heard you have a full on tantrum in here.”
“I did not!” You snickered at his defensiveness. “I’m trying to write some new songs for the band but…I’m running into a wall. Nothing’s-”He hit his head a few times before continuing, “coming out and I don’t know what to do.”
You looked towards your lap, kind of regretting the snark you walked into his home with.
“Well, I’m sure the late night studying isn’t helping. We could take a rain check on out next session if you want? Just so you can get in the headspace again.” You proposed. He really should be studying as much as he can but Corroded Coffin meant to much to Eddie, and if he couldn’t excel with them, he’d be in a bad mood for who knows how long.
“I can’t do that. I appreciate the offer though.” He ran his hands down his face and groaned.
You both sat there in silence for a while, the quiet interrupted occasionally by the crinkle of a bag or the crunch of a chip.
The cap of Eddie’s pen found itself in between his teeth again and he chewed on it furiously. Like if he gnawed on it enough, it would magically make lyrics and a melody appear on the black piece of paper in front of him.
“Jesus, how many pens have you destroyed by doing that?” You laughed. You plucked the pen from his mouth and inspected it. It was riddled in bite marks and the very tip of the cap was almost beginning to fray.
“Did you just come here to ridicule me?” He asked as he snatched his pen back.
“Sorry sorry, I’ll stop. Promise.” Eddie eyed you suspiciously and you held your hands up in surrender. “So…did you have melody or something in mind?”
He sighed and picked up his guitar, “Sorta…Nothing groundbreaking but something.” He started playing a fast riff, his fingers gliding over the frets effortlessly. His long hair kept falling in the way so he flicked his head from time to time to get it away from the strings.
You listened for the next few minutes until he came to a stop and you whooped and hollered in minutare applause.
“That’s sick, Eddie! Very metal.” He snorted and set his guitar back down.
“I don’t think you’re qualified to use ‘metal’ as a compliment yet. You wouldn’t know metal if it slapped you in the face.” He had picked up his notebook again and was hastily scribbling things down.
“Well I’ve got you haven’t I? Can’t I call my best friends ‘Metal’?” He stopped at that. Oh. Best friend
“Beat friend? I’m your best friend?” He sounded disbelieving of you and you smiled brightly at him.
“Course you’re my best friend, Eds. I don’t just offer tutoring services for just anyone.” You replied.
Damn. Ok. He covered up his slight sadness with humour. “Of course I’m your best friends, I probably scared everyone else off.”
That got you and you burst into laughter. He laughed with you but he was till stuck on ‘best friend’. Is that all he was to you? All you meant to each other?
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Eddie paced back and forth, the sound of wild applause coming from the audience beyond the curtain he was behind. What the fuck. What the fuck? Why did he agree to do this? Corroded coffin had never performed in front of a crowd this large! in his own words, their usual crowd consisted of five drunks, so this? Way out of their league.
“Eddie!! c’mon man, what’re you doing? we gotta get ready, we’re almost on!” Gareth yelled, getting up from his seat. He walker over and grabbed Eddie from behind by his shoulders, giving him a shake.
“I know! I’m just..,” Eddie brought his hands up to his head and gestured then wildly, “doing my pre-stage ritual! Essential to a riveting performance!” He covered up his nerves with theatricality and smiled at his bandmate.
Jeff raised an eyebrow, “You’ve never had a ‘pre-stage’ ritual befor-” He was quickly interrupted by Eddie,
“Silence! I have to prepare, I think you should all do the same.” He stormed away from them, deeper backstage. He reached beneath his shirt and felt for his pick, bringing it up in between his teeth to nibble on it hard. He carried this strange habit of chewing on things absentmindedly all throughout his childhood and into adulthood. He’d tried all he could to kick it but it always came back full force, so his just gave up at a certain point.
“Eddie? You back here?” He heard your voice calling to him and he looks up again, stilling. “You ok? I saw you walking in circles for like, a good three minutes.” You said.
Eddie quickly spat his pick out of his mouth and fiddled with it in his hands.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit nervous; we’ve never performed in front of a crowd this big before. A bit daunting…” He muttered.
“C’mon, Eddie, you’ll be great! You’ve rehearsed for so long, performing this feel like second nature, and if can get your head around that, you can enjoy yourself.” You put both of your hands on his shoulders and turned his to face you. “All of these people are here to see you! Most have already heard you and decided that they like the music you make and it’ll probably be pretty hard to change their minds.”
Eddie sagged into you slightly and you laughed. You always knew just what to say.
“You’re right…Thanks, I really needed this.” He sighed. You always knew what to say to bring his head back onto his shoulders and he was eternally grateful.
You both turned towards the stage when you heard the MC start to announce the next act, which was Corroded Coffin.
“Hey um…Mr Munson?” A mousy looking boy approached the two of you. “You-You’re on next so can you please rejoin your group near the fr-front?” Eddie nodded and the boy scurried off again.
“Don’t stress, Eddie. You’ll do amazing, as always.” You gave him a reassuring smile and he returned one of his own.
“Thanks, Sweetheart. Seriously.” Eddie gathered you up into a hug and you laughed loudly. He pulled away only for you to rush forward and plant a kiss onto his cheek. Oh fuck. You were going to kill him.
He looked at you, dumbstruck for a few seconds, until his awe was interrupted by Gareth. Damn him.
“Eddie!! Come on, dude, we’re about to go on!” Gareth shout whispered.
Eddie went to turn back to you but you weren’t where he left you.
“Break a leg, Munson!! Look for me in the crowd!!” You yelled as you jogged away from him.
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“Why did no one tell me that organising rosters was such a pin in the as- Ouch! Eddie, what are you doing?!” you laughed. You were sitting in between Eddie’s legs against he chest in the floor of his trailer. His arms were draped around your waist as you fretted over the roster you had to fix by the next day. You were so rudely interrupted by Eddie when he decided it would be a bright idea to start nibbling on your neck.
“Mmmmm, sorry, you were just boring me to an early grave. I had to do something about it.” He mumbled, flopping his head and your shoulder. You hummed and brought a hand up to scratch his head absentmindedly.
“Nah, it’s ok. Know you got that weird oral fixation thing or whatever. Just caught me off guard s’all.” Your eyes stayed on the sheet of paper in front of you, trying to figure out how you could give Molly her two days off while also nanking sure Ronny got to his little sisters piano recital.
About five minutes passed of you continuing to make adjustments to peoples hours and leave when you feel Eddie’s teeth on you again, gentler this time. Kinda ticklish, actually.
“Ok, Eddie? If you keep doing that I might have to move.” He didn’t like that response so he made a sound akin to a cartoonish lion’s rawr and bit your neck. Hard.
“OW, EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK?” You shouted, you body jolting against his as you turned around fast. This idiot was laughing his head off. So hard in fact he fell flat on his back and put one of his arms over his eyes. His uproarious laughter made you crack a small as you discarded your work and slammed yourself on top of him. Eddie made an ‘oof’ sound as you started poking and pinching at his face in retaliation. He kept laughing though and eventually you stopped and just completely relaxed on him, resting your head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Soon, his laughter turned into small giggles and you felt his arms come around your back. You were effectively trapped.
Eddie leaned up slightly and whispered into your ear, “Gotcha” before nipping your earlobe and laying back down flat again. “This was my plan alllll along, to get your mind off that stupid job that you hate. No one can resist the Munson charm, especially you, Sweetheart.”
You pressed your hands against his chest and leant up so you could look down at him and raise and eyebrow.
“‘Munson charm’? Wouldn’t call it that, more like harassment...” You pondered what you said like a question and Eddie put on the most offended face.
“Harassment?! Well I never!” He said loudly as he pulled you to him and flipped you over so that you were underneath him on the floor. You were laughing and Eddie couldn’t keep the smile from forming in his lips. God you were so pretty when you laughed. You had such a pretty smile, he could just sit still and stare at you smiling forever and he could die happy.
Eddie’s stare was burning into your face and you could feel it lingering. You felt one of his hands shifting to brush some of your hair behind your air and you stifled your laughter, biting your lip. He looked at you for a little longer before slowly lowering his face closer to yours.
A small smile returned to your lips as you reached a hand up to your boyfriend’s hair, tugging him down to meet your lips in a kiss.
♡a/n~. a fix it fic if you will. also i didn’t proof read this so possibly riddled w mistakes
you could feel tears coming to your eyes as you heard eddie’s name being called from the stage. maybe it’s silly that you were getting so worked up about your boyfriend’s graduation but after two years of waiting, it didn’t feel real that this was actually happening.
you saw him stand up from his seat on the other side of the stage, a big grin on his face and his waved to the clapping crowd. yes there were as many jeers as there were cheers but did that faze him in the slightest? no. not when he could see his friends and the love of his life in the crowd.
eddie climbed the stairs up to the stage, approaching principal higgins with a shit eating grin on his face. the principal begrudgingly handed his diploma over and shook his hand. eddie gripped the man’s hand tight in response before ripping it out of his grip and turned to the crowd, his hands up in the air as he yelled, ‘86, baby!! it’s finally my year!!’. the crowd erupted in a series of applause and laughter as eddie bounded down the other side of the stage to join the other graduates.
after the ceremony had finished, you raced out of your seats along with the rest of the ‘gang’ to congratulate eddie. he didn’t see you coming until you yelled, ‘EDDIE!!’ at the top of your lungs. you charged into him like a bull and brought the two of you down with the momentum. grabbing his face, you smothered him in kisses and praise as he melted beneath you. ‘i’m so proud of you, ed, so so proud of you!’ you whispered to him. you meant every word of what you said. it wasn’t just the case of eddie overcoming the regular old school system, but being thrust into the world of the upside down, a bald girl with superpowers, and strange meat covered men with an affinity for destroying the world , and getting back up (albeit with a few new scars) and continuing on to get his diploma.
‘can you stop squashing him now and let us congratulate him?’ dustin asked, evidently over this over the top pda he was witnessing before him.
‘can it kid. just because your girlfriend is hundred of miles away doesn’t mean you have to shit on any happy relationship you set your little eyes on’ eddie joked, although there was no malice behind it at all. he stood up, bringing you with him, and took dustin under him arm.
the juniors of the hellfire club all surrounded eddie with slight sadness, saying the hellfire won’t be the same without them. being the drama king he was, eddie made a mini speech about passing the torch to the younger generation and to not miss him too much when he was gone, and after making them all feel worse, he gathered them all into a big hug and said that he’d make time for them play together outside of school.
‘he isn’t the only one who graduated y’know’. robin said flatly as she and robin approaches the group. everyone let out small cheers and claps making the two girls smile bashfully. more hugs and congratulations were exchanged before everyone decided to split up before meeting again later in the evening for a celebratory after party; just their group. the wheelers along with will, jonathan, el, left with their parents. dustin made a move to go with you and eddie but steve just grabbed him by the scruff and hauled his ass over to his car with robin. as they got further away, you could hear dustin’s confused complaints get quieter and quieter before it was just you and eddie left alone in the schools parking lot.
‘where to handsome? wanna head home so you can get changed?’ you asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently combing your hands through the hair that rested there.
‘yeah, heading home sounds-’ he sighed dramatically, using his arms that were resting on your waist draw you in even closer so you were standing nose to nose, ‘-extremely tempting right now. but…not just because i want to get changed to got out. again.’ you grinned at his implication and nudged his nose with yours,
‘oh yeah? what ‘cha got in mind, big boy?’ you murmured. you two were unbearably close now, close enough that parents on the street would scoff and cover their children’s eyes as the passed.
‘wouldn’t you like to know, doll face. wouldn’t you like to know’ eddie laughed. he put an end to the teasing by meeting you in the middle for a kiss. you lips came together like waves colliding in the ocean, seamlessly.
you were so happy that you had eddie. so much could’ve gone wrong in only the past week or so but you both survived it, not without your fair share of permanent reminders, but it was ok, you had each other and all of your friends around you. whatever happened next, you reckoned you could handle it.
the nights cold nipped at your bare feet as you ran towards the shore of lovers lake. the moon shone on its waters, the silvery colour so opaque, it looked like you could almost walk on it.
‘eddie, eddie wait up!! EDDIE!!’ you were screaming at him like you were crazy, desperately trying to catch up to your boyfriend. you could hear his childish giggling from where you were running behind him and you could see his lanky limbs flailing around like a baby dear.
his clothes were coming off one by one, being very close to tripping several times. ‘come on, baby! live a little!’ eddie yelled back at you. he was only dressed in boxers now and rapidly approaching the freezing waters. at this point you had given up on all rhyme or reason and just go with the flow of whatever he had planned for the both of you.
‘do you have any idea how cold that water will be? how do you think we’ll get warm again, huh?’ even though you were still arguing with him, you were removing your clothes while you spoke. eddie watched you, eyeing every article that came off. ‘enjoying the view, munson?’ you teased, now only adorned in your own under garments.
‘enjoying is an-‘ he sighed appreciatively, ‘understatement…’ you were now both on the bank of the lake, the icy waters coming up to lap at your toes. eddie didn’t look so confident now.
‘well, what are we waiting for?’ you said and smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek before quickly taking off the rest of your clothes and running into the icy water.
before you went under, you could hear eddie’s bellowing laughter and a few smaller splashes. the freezing water consumed you, like small needles all over your body, before an aching numbness sets in.
you broke the surface and you face immediately felt like a sheet of ice. eddie surfaced not far from you and he slicked back his hair. ‘HOLY SHIT IT’S COLD. OH MY GOD.’ he yelled to no one in particular. he was jumping up and down in the water but all you could see were his shoulders bobbing above and bellow the surface.
you laughed loudly and waded over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. he had the most beautiful smile on his face. his eyes sparkled with the water. his hands crept up your sides, one resting on your waist and the other coming to hold your face.
‘was this you plan all along, munson? get me naked and cold so i’d have to huddle with you for warmth?’ you teased, bringing yourself closer to him. his breath on your lips. eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you, it was like you were glowing.
‘even if it was, would that be so bad?’ he teased back. he was so close now that your noses were touching.
‘i suppose not…’ you whispered, before finally closing the gap and meeting his lips with yours. eddie sighed dreamily into the kiss, the hand on your waist moving to your back and drawing you impossibly closer.
you don’t know exactly how long you and eddie stayed in lovers lake kissing, but you do know that when you did get out, your skin was pruned, your lips were blue, and your teeth were chattering, but you both had the biggest smiles on your faces.
it was a cold night in hawkins, dew was already starting to form on the grass. kind of making the ass of your jeans wet, but your mind was otherwise preoccupied.
one of eddie’s hands was on your cheek and the other holding up your lower back. he was sort of bent over you, probably not terribly comfortable for him but like you, his thoughts were else where. he kissed you gently, parting and then meeting you in the middle again, smiling all the while.
you moved back, effectively separating the two of you. eddie whined like a child, trying to chase you. he was stopped by your hand on his chest and you laughed, ‘wow, slow down there, mister’
‘noo, no, no, no bring your body heat back, it’s fuckin’ cold’ you slowly lay back onto the grass and he followed suit, lying on his side, facing you. eddie moved a piece of hair that had fallen into your face and grinned. he kept fiddling with you hair until you smacked his hand away. he gasped in faux hurt and held his ‘injured’ hand to his chest.
‘stop touching my hair, i’m getting all tickly’ you snapped, there was no malice behind it, and eddie knew it. he always knows it, he gets you and you get him. that how the two of you rolled. like, really good friends. good friends who kissed, and slept together….and only kissed and slept with each other.
even during your banter, he looked at you like you hung the moon and painted the stars. the very ones you both were lying under. like you were god’s gift to him. eddie wasn’t particularly religious but he was sure that some metaphysical force aided in the two of you meeting because surely he couldn’t be this lucky.
‘ouch, sweetheart. i think you broke my hand.’ he held up his hand, dangling it limply in front of your face for effect, ‘kiss it better? since it’s kinda your fault in the first place’ he was smiling again at this point, all of his focus on you. looking up at him, you rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours. you gave the tips of his fingers each a small kiss before kissing his palm.
‘god, i love you’ he sighed with a dreamy look on his face. he leaned down close to your face, his nose brushing with yours.
‘feelings mutual, munson’ you replied, bringing your hand to the back of his head and catching his lips in a kiss.
let’s just say, neither of you were very cold anymore.
your hand drew small circles on eddie’s bare shoulder, lulled into a half asleep state by his steady breaths and warm chest. this. this was your favourite way to spend your time, no DnD, no schoolwork, no worries. you know if eddie was awake, he’d say the same thing.
no matter how much bickering was shared between the two of you, no matter how much teasing or rude names, you both shared a deep love for each other that didn’t necessarily need to be spoken about all the time. because you knew, he knew, and that’s all either of you needed.
and pull your window curtains
eddie stirred above you, his hair brushing against your forehead. a hand ran up and down your back and you looked up, resting your chin against his chest to look him straight in the face.
‘well hello there, gorgeous’ he grumbled, his voice was slightly airy from sleep. he smiled a small toothy smile and that made you smile stupidly tight back at him.
‘hi, sleeping beauty. have any dreams’ you shuffled up his chest to kiss him but fell short, hitting his jaw instead. he laughed,
oh let jah moon come shining in
‘I had one, it was pretty good, something about having an angel being completely all over me. calling me insanely handsome or something..’ he trailed off towards the end. you grinned and sat up above him.
‘yeah, what a nice dream’ you emphasised dream with a slap to his chest. you stood up and crossed his room
eddie held a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. ‘you wound me, y’know that?’ you glanced over your shoulder at him and raised and eyebrow.
‘sure, sure…’ you mumble absentmindedly as you shuffled through his cassette decks.
‘alright, that’s it! i’ve had enough of this attitude!’ before you knew what happened, eddie grabbed you from the floor and flung you back onto his bed.
‘eddie!! what’re you doing?!’ you laughed, a full bellied laugh. you felt warm and light in that moment.
into our life again
‘i warned you, you can only play with fire so long before you get burned, baby!’ he spoke with such grandeur and theatricality, it was kind of impressive. he fell right on top of you, effectively winding you.
you were a mess of smiles and laughs, it felt amazing. this is what loving eddie munson is like. in it’s purest, most concentrated form, this was it.
his angel. that’s what you were; eddie’s beautiful, beautiful, angel. you were his world and his whole universe revolved around you.
he revered you in everything you did, whether it be skipping rocks with him down at lovers lake or sitting by his legs, reading a book while he brain stormed new songs. you would often catch him staring and ask him ‘what’re you lookin, at, munson?’ more often than not he would scoff and nudge your face with his knuckles, ‘don’t worry your pretty little head about what i’m doing, sweetheart.’ you’d just roll your eyes and continue whatever you were doing.
and when your focus was successfully taken off him, he’d wrap his arms around you and give you a tight squeeze, smiling like an idiot. he was a lucky man. the luckiest man in the world.
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