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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 07
Hi friends! I’m so excited to see people joining our little Eddie loving family on here. It’s just so fun. Thank you again, of course, for spending your time reading what I’ve written. It means so much.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: The reader is now dealing with a full out crush on Mr. Munson and has no idea how to handle it. I hope you all are ready for the slowest burn of your life.
WARNINGS: All the fluff. It’s gonna be fluffy and flirty and hopefully a bit silly. Strap in there might be a cliff hanger. Also it is so late here and I have to work at 8am. I’m not gonna proof read this so sorry for any possible typos.
Chapter 7
I had a crush on Eddie Munson. I didn’t have to do anything about it though. I could see him and be friends and talk and goof off with him but that didn’t mean I had to act on my feelings. Sure I was attracted to him, but it was purely physical. It wasn’t like I wanted to be his girlfriend. I didn’t spend my free time thinking about going on movie dates with him. Or going to see Corroded Coffin play a show in the role of the supportive girlfriend. And I most definitely didn’t think about holding his hand. Or touching his biceps to feel the muscles under his skin. Or kissing him. And I most definitely didn’t think about making out with him...
I didn’t do any of those things. Nope. Not one of them. It was just a meaningless, physical attraction. It was puppy love. And I was too old for puppy love, so I would just play it cool and stay friendly.
Ever since I had given him my number on Halloween, Eddie had been calling rather often. We started hanging out pretty frequently. Whenever I could spare a minute between school and work, Eddie and I would meet up. We often would spend time roaming around town. We usually ended up in the woods near Hawkins High. It was quiet and secluded. Eddie joked that I was becoming an honorary client of his weed selling side business. He even showed me the picnic bench that he typically did his deals at.
It took a long time, but Eddie eventually let me come over to his place. He seemed incredibly nervous about it, but once we settled in everything felt normal again. I got to meet his Uncle Wayne, who was terribly kind to me from the moment I stepped through the door.
From that moment on, we started spending more time at his trailer. It was getting too cold to stay outside and my aunt’s house was often too loud and crowded. Eddie eventually confessed that he was scared he was going to fail the twelfth grade again. That was when we decided that I would tutor him in the subjects he needed help with if he taught me how to play guitar.
“You’d really do that for me?” Eddie asked incredulously when I first proposed the idea.
“Yeah,” I said, “come on, we see each other enough. Might as well be productive when we do,”
“You mean we haven’t been doing anything productive this entire time?” Eddie teased. “Dang, I really thought we were solving the world’s problems,”
“Shut it, Munson,” I giggled.
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It was almost Thanksgiving when Eddie called me and invited me to see Corroded Coffin play at a bar downtown. I hadn’t been able to see their last show because of work, but this time, I happened to have the night off and wasn’t buried in homework.
The show took place on Saturday night the week before Thanksgiving. Dustin begged me to take him, but because it was a bar, they weren’t letting anybody under the age of eighteen inside for the gig. That afternoon, I was beginning to feel anxious about it. My anxiety released itself on restless thoughts about what I should wear to the show. I called Robin and asked her to come over to help me with it. She actually laughed out loud when I asked her.
“You think I know anything about fashion?” she said, laughing into the phone.
“You always look cool,” I said, “come on, it’s not that crazy to think you’d know how to put a look together,”
“You should call Nancy or somebody like that,” Robin said. “She’s good with things like that,”
“She’s not going to know how to dress up for a metal show,” I sighed.
“Why are you so worried anyway?” Robin asked. “You’re just going to watch right? It’s not like you’re performing,”
“You’re right,” I said. “I’m thinking about this too much,”
I hung up the phone and then called Nancy Wheeler. She was surprised but agreed to come over. It was awkward at first, but after I explained a little bit, Nancy seemed to understand why I was so concerned about how I looked that evening. She actually was great at putting together an outfit for a metal show. She paired items of my clothing together that I never would have thought to put together. I ended up wearing a flowy black skirt that fell to my shins and an old gray Runaways shirt that I had cropped. Nancy told me to put a pair of fishnet stockings under my skirt and then handed me my pair of leather combat boots. She gathered my hair into a high and loose pony tail and tied it with a sparkly silver scrunchy. Nancy kneeled in front of me as she did my make up. When I saw myself in the mirror, I had to admit it, Nancy Wheeler had done a great job.
“There you go,” Nancy said, stepping back to look at her work. “Let’s see him try to resist falling in love with you now,”
“Oh my God it’s not like that,” I said, blushing.
“Right because we just spent the afternoon getting you ready because you just want to be friends,” she said, rolling her eyes.
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I didn’t see Eddie before he was on stage with Corroded Coffin. The bar was dimly lit except for the stage, which was bright. I was sipping my beer as Corroded Coffin took the stage. They started their set with an original song Eddie had been working on for the last few weeks. They were absolutely on fire. Eddie clearly had worked on his stage moves. He moved like a tiger on the stage even when he wasn’t holding his guitar. About two thirds into the performance, Eddie slipped his guitar over his head and rested it on its stand. He took a sip of the drink he had on the side of the stage and then stepped up to the microphone.
“So,” he said, “a friend spent some time with me a while back and taught me how to perform a slow song. I thought it was impossible to really get into anything that wasn’t a headbanger, but she proved me wrong. I figured we gotta honor her patience in teaching me how to be the best front man the world has ever seen,”
Eddie looked at me as he said this. He smirked and winked at me. Then he turned to Gareth and nodded, who nodded to their keyboardist. I heard a familiar song start and couldn’t help but smile. It was “Alone” by Heart.
Eddie looked a bit nervous as he started singing. But then as the chorus kicked in, he found his groove. Within seconds he was barreling through the song. It was glorious. It was the last song I could’ve ever guessed Corroded Coffin would cover, but for some reason it worked incredibly well. They destroyed the audience with it.
They closed the show with their cover of “Hot for Teacher” and then came out into the bar to greet their audience. Eddie beelined through the crowd to meet up with me. He was sweaty and breathless. Eddie was dressed in tight black jeans with holes in the knees and a white t-shirt he had cout the sleeves off of. Through the holes in his shirt, I could see his entirely bare torso. I had to mentally yell at myself not to stare.
“What’d you think?” Eddie asked, excitedly, pulling the wet curlys off his forhead.
“It was fantastic!” I said. “Your moves are much improved. Especially during that slow song,”
“You really think so?” He asked, leaning his elbows on my high top table.
“Most definitely,” I said. “You went from like a B to an A plus,”
“Oh shit!” he said, smiling widely. “That’s over a whole letter!”
“Now let’s just do that in your math class,”
“Shhh,” Eddie said, “no talk of school tonight. We only talk of my face melting performance tonight,”
“Oh ok,” I laughed.
“For real though you liked it?” Eddie asked, looking at me closely.
“Yeah, for real,” I said, sipping my beer. “I loved it,”
“Good,” Eddie said.
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Eddie dropped me off at my aunt’s house that evening. That was the last I saw of him until later the next week. My parents drove to Hawkins to come visit for Thanksgiving. Most of my extended family also came to visit for the holiday. We had an obsurd amount of food that we never were going to get through, even if everyone took home leftovers.
After my parents had left, a thought popped into my head. I went to Aunt Claudia, trying to give her the greatest puppy dogs eyes she had ever seen.
“Hey,” I said, “Aunt Claudia. You know my friend, Eddie?”
“The one Dusty plays with?” she asked as she washed the dishes.
“Yeah that’s the one,” I said. “He and his uncle weren’t really able to have a big dinner for Thanksgiving. I don’t even know if they had a turkey. Would you mind if I packed up some food and took it over to them?”
“Oh, sweetie,” she said, looking up at me. “That’s so kind. Of course you can do that. Where do they live? I could drive you,”
“They’re in the Forest Hills trailer park,” I said, taking out a container to store the food in. “And it’s ok. I can just bike over there,”
“Honey, it’s dark and cold, and that’s too far anyway,” Aund Claudia protested and then paused. “But you know, how about you just take the car? I’m not going anywhere tonight,”
“For real?” I asked, excitedly.
“The keys are in the cupboard,” she said with a smile.
I packed up what I thought would be enough food for at least three or four people. I had seen Eddie eat, the boy could pack it away. Once I had stashed the food in the car, I slid inside and turned the ignition. After having not driven a car in so long, it felt good to be back behind the wheel.
I made my way over to Forest Hills. It was starting to snow as I drove, which made for slow going. For a moment I got worried because I couldn’t remember what number Eddie’s trailer was. I drove around the lot for a moment and then I heard heavy metal music coming from the one of the trailers near the back. I figured that had to be him.
When I pulled up to the suspected trailer, I saw Eddie’s van parked outside and knew I was in the right place. I took a deep breath, grabbed the food, and got out of the car. I walked up the wooden steps to Eddie’s door and knocked. Nothing happened, so I knocked again. Eventually I pounded three times on the door. Then the music stopped and I heard someone approaching the door. It swung open and then Eddie was standing before me in his Hellfire shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, smoking the last bit of a cigarette.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here,”
“You mentioned the other day that you and your uncle weren’t going to have a Thanksgiving dinner,” I said and then held up the food. “I thought I’d bring you some of ours,”
“You brought me food,” Eddie said, smiling to himself and crossed his arms over his chest. It wasn’t really a question, more of an observation. I still felt the need to explain myself further.
“We had more food than any of us could eat,” I started.
“No need to explain,” Eddie said, holding up a hand to silence me. “I just can’t believe you brought me food.” We both looked at each other for a moment. “Well come in before you get cold,” he said, holding the door open for me.
I stepped inside and Eddie promptly shut the door and locked it behind me. I set the containers of leftovers on the table and pulled the lid off. Eddie took inventory of the stash and then got out two plates. He started shoveling food onto one of them with a spoon and then looked at me.
“Are you gonna eat?” he asked.
“Oh no, I’m stuffed, “ I said. “And it’s for you and your uncle,”
“Well he’s at the plant,” Eddie said, “Are you sure you don’t want at least a little something? Come on, at least eat the mashed potatoes, you can’t say no to that,”
“Fine, scoop out some for me,” I said.
Eddie microwaved the plates and served us both at the kitchen table. I sat picking at my potatoes while he devoured his food, moaning aobut how good it was.
“God, your aunt can seriously cook,” he said. “This is fucking ridiculous. Thank you so much for bringing me this,”
“Of course,” I said with a soft smile. “I didn’t want you to go without eating,”
“You are amazing,” Eddie said, smiling at me. “Like really truly amazing,”
It was a little past nine in the evening when I decided I should probably get back to my aunt’s house. I opened the front door and stepped into a pile of snow of the front steps.
“Oh geeze,” I said, looking out at the white landscape in front of me. My aunt’s car was completely covered and I couldn’t tell where the road was. A lump formed in my throat thinking about driving home in this.
“Oh damn,” Eddie said, “Are you sure you’ll be ok to get home in this?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll be fine,”
I didn’t think I would be fine.
I got in the car and started to pull away from Eddie’s trailer. Within a minute I was stuck in the snow. He came tumbling out of the trailer and walked up to my car.
“Get back in here, you’re not driving home in this,” Eddie said as I rolled down the window to talk to him.
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked. “It’s only going to get worse,”
“Just stay here for a while,” Eddie said.
“They are going to start clearing it until it stops snowing and who knows when that’ll be,” I said.
“So stay the night, it doesn’t matter,” Eddie said. “You aren’t driving home in this,”
We both stared at each other. He looked deadly serious. I rolled my window back up and got out of the car. We walked back into the trailer together and I used his phone to call my aunt. She was worried about me staying the night at a boy’s place, but she was more worried about me driving home in the snow.
“Just be safe,” she said over the phone.
“I will be,” I said.
“Goodnight,”
“Goodnight,”
After I hung up the phone, Eddie set to work at setting up a place for me to sleep. He explained that his uncle slept on the pull out couch, so he set up a pile of blankets and a pillow on the floor in his bedroom. After rifling through his closet for a moment, he pulled out tattered long sleeve cotton shirt.
“You can sleep in this if you want,” He said.
“Eddie,” I said, “thank you for letting me stay,”
“You brought me food,” Eddie said, “it’s the least I could do,”
“But still,” I said, grabbing his arm so he would focus on me. “Thank you,”
“You’re welcome,” he said.
Eddie left me to change into the t-shirt he had given me while he called the plant to check in with his uncle. I pulled off my jeans and my sweater and folded them up. I pulled the black shirt he had given me over my head. The sleeves fell past my hands and the hem landed halfway down my thighs. It bascially was a nightgown on me. I pulled the fabric up to my nose. It smelled so tantilizingly like Eddie that my brain could have melted. As I went to inhale the smell again, Eddie knocked on the door.
“You decent?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I called.
Eddie stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. In the dim yellow light of his room, he seemed to tower in the doorway. Eddie looked lean and strong in his pajamas. His hair was messily falling over his shoulders as he took in the sight of me in his shirt. I suddenly felt rather bare even though everything that needed to be covered was definitely covered.
“You look so tiny,” Eddie said quietly and then shook his head. “My uncle is ok. He said he’s going to come home once the snow stops. They’re all just staying together at the plant until it’s safe. He says you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need and if you want, you can eat his cereal in the morning,”
I smiled, “That’s sweet,” I said. “Hopefully it stops soon so he an get home,”
“Yeah,” Eddie said, chewing on his lip. He was clearly worried about his uncle. Then he looked up at me. “Ready to get to sleep?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said, and then started to pull back the pile of blankets he had set down on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Eddie asked, taking a step towards me. “You’re taking the bed,”
“No,” I said, “that’s too much. You’re already letting me stay,”
“You’re taking the bed,” Eddie said, taking one of the floor blankets out of my hand. “I’m not going to make you crash on the floor after you’ve already gotten stranded here. No, not gonna happen. Get in bed,”
We had a momentary battle of wills with one another and then I slipped under the covers on his mattress. Eddie nodded as he won the battle. He pulled the blankets up over me and jokingly tucked me in. Eddie then turned out the light and slipped under the blankets on the floor.
“Goodnight,” he said. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite,”
“Gross,” I said. “Goodnight,”
I rolled over to face the wall and pulled the shirt up to my nose. Everything aorund me smelled like Eddie. It was musky and strong. There was a hint of sweat and metal mixed in but it was incredibly pleasant and overwhelming. My heart raced as I closed my eyes. I somehow was sleeping in Eddie Munson’s bed while he slept beside me on the floor. I didn’t know how I had ended up in the this position, but a very deeply buried part of me was wildy happy I was here.
Especially when I heard Eddie roll over towards the mattress and ask “Hey, can I tell you something?”
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CHAPTER 07
Late evening had crept in by the time we left that unsavory place, but who knew what dastardly deeds Larry had in store for that poor granny and innocent little girl! We had no time to waste.
“Norman, these woods are scary dark, are you sure this was a good idea?”
And, unfortunately, no time to drop off a certain fussy fox back home first.
“Sure I’m sure! Now, according to this here map, Larry Lemonade’s abode should be, uh.” I had to squint. This map was detailed, but the lighting conditions in the forest this time of day weren’t great. “Here.”
“Oh, you mean the part circled in bright red? How-ever did you figure that out? Master detective, indeed.”
Chapter 07
Time was hard to measure inside the prison cell. With no clock, Chara could only rely on the artificial daylight peeking through the cell window and the three meals they received. They had already been given lunch, which meant it had been two and half days since the bloody morning that brought them here. Far longer than Chara could have ever anticipated.
Chara closed the dense monster history book—one of the few requested items that had been delivered to the jail—and stacked it on top of the others. Closing their eyes, they laid back on the thin cot that had once served as Frisk’s bed and took a deep breath. Chara reached out for their power.
Nothing happened.
It was maddening. Chara was confident killing the child would trigger time to fall back. Any place would have been better than that suffocating stand-off in the living room. When killing Frisk did nothing but upset their family, Chara had assumed the power had returned to its rightful owner. Unfortunately, all attempts to wield it proved futile. Chara told themselves it would return to them in time, suppressing the fear that killing Frisk had destroyed the power permanently.
Until then, they had to suffer the worst possible situation: the Dreemurrs were distraught, Frisk’s soul was gone, and Chara was forced into dull detainment. To stave off their worries, Chara mulled over possible contingency plans. Once the Dreemurrs forgave them, Chara would have some viable options.
Outside the prison walls, the muffled sound of voices leaked into the cell. Chara sat up, grabbed their book, and pretended to read. The heavy exterior doors creaked open, and Asriel approached Chara’s cell. He was dressed in a long dark cloak, fatigue seeming to permeate every cell in his body. Chara glanced up from their book with a coy smile, “You are here earlier than yesterday. Did you miss me?”
Asriel winced at the playful greeting. He looked down at the ground and took his time finding the words to say. “We buried Frisk today.”
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