Hi! I'm Em. I'm 30 and go by she/her šø Huge horror/ Eddie Munson/ Alice Cooper fan here! I have been an avid fic reader for years, but it wasn't until recently that I started to brainstorm and write my own. I guess you can say Eddie Munson started that fire for me. I'm open to always receiving any recommendations! Hope you enjoy my blog šø
Welcome to my nightmare, I think you're gonna like it
I think you're gonna feel you belong
Fic Series
Eddie Munson:
Somewhere I belong Pt. 2 Pt.3 (Coming Soon)
Cold Machines (Coming soon...Eddie is a stalker/possible murderer in this one. Horror themed fic, will detail more when I have a bigger picture.)
I'll admit, I've been....MIA for like....months. Work has taken a toll on me. Life has too. I know I don't really have much followers on here, but I feel I can safely vent/talk about it all. Lol.
So, I have been working on an Eddie fic, and I am thinking of sharing. I am currently about 60k words in. 9 chapters.
I'd say it's quite...self-indulgent, I suppose. I guess I can say it is loosely based on some of my own HS experiences but I've left it as vague as possible? For the reader to hopefully relate to some degree, as well.
I'm still on the fence on sharing it, but I have like 2-3 WIP I think I want to post in the next month.
Summary: You leave home for a new opportunity in Hawkins. You're on your own, and your first day, you meet your metal head neighbor. Will this be the start of something that you've always been longing for, or will you keep it at a distance, as you always do.
Pt.2
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Shy Fem!Reader
wc: 8600+
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. female reader, reader has low self esteem and a lot of insecurities, slight angst, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc) mentions of male masturbation, mentions of oral(f!receiving) reader is inexperienced and a virgin, mutual pinning, idiots in love, eventual smut in later chapter(s), Eddie is little bit of perv, but only for you.
a/n: It's here, guys. A day earlier than I had originally set myself to release it. I had to break it up into multiple parts, which I am currently writing already. I hope to have pt.2 out next week. That'll be the smutty chapter, for those wanting to see these 2 take the next step. Thank you to whoever reads this, I hope you like it. While I've read HUNDREDS of fics from all you lovely loves here on Tumblr, this is my first fic I have ever written. I think I read it over at least 20 times. I'm sure there are still many grammatical errors and things I may have missed. Please let me know if you like it. Please reblog and comment your thoughts š
Dividers by: saradika-graphics
You huffed as you placed the last box of your belongings on the carpeted floor. This definitely needs to be replaced, you thought as you looked at it. The move to Hawkins was grueling, between heavy traffic and nasty weather, you were trying to just make it there in one piece. Thankfully you did, and now you stood in the middle of your living room, taking in your new surroundings. It's around 6pm, and it's starting to get dark. You felt lucky to have a nice view of the sunset from your backyard, if you could call it that. It was a small section with enough space for maybe a little garden (youāve always dreamt of growing your own veggies), and patio chairs. You had found the relatively inexpensive trailer for sale in a community called Forest Hills in Hawkins. Looking at the photos, you knew it needed some repairs. A new paint job too, maybe, but with your new job in the city, you figured you'd make it your own in no time. It was supposed to pay fairly well too, working as an administrative assistant.
You walk over to the kitchen, checking the fridge and stove. All seemed to work fine for now, and with that, you were putting away your kitchen belongings in the cupboards, making note to fix the wobbly door to each cabinet. A box of Mac and Cheese sat on the counter while you boiled some water in a small pot, and then started to cut up some cucumbers and cherry tomatoes, making your favorite salad. You were singing to yourself as you made your food, that you didn't hear the knock on the door. It was soft at first, but quickly became louder after the 4th knock. You grabbed a towel to dry off your wet hands, and walked to your front door, looking through the peephole, but could not make out who was on the other side. You opened the door just a bit, and see a frizzy- haired man, who didn't look much older than you. He sported a denim jacket with lots of heavy metal band patches on it. That definitely caught your eye.Ā
"Hey Jack-" He turned his head to look at you, then scratched at his cheek. "You're not Jack.." He said.Ā
"Hi, no. I'm not. I'm guessing he's the one I bought this trailer from though..?" You asked, a small smile on your lips. He was cute, you thought.Ā
"Makes sense. I haven't seen him in like..2 weeks. I thought maybe he went on vacation then got another car.." he pointed to your shitty car that sat on your driveway, practically falling apart. "You left the trunk open. I um..closed it for you. Don't want any raccoons to get in there.." He chuckled softly, sliding his hands into his pockets.Ā
You smiled at him, and nodded. Of course you left it open. "Thank you. I was doing a million things at once.." You sighed, and rubbed your forehead. "I just moved in today. I'm Y/N, by the way.." you say, noticing him smile softly when you mentioned your name. "I'm Eddie. I live next door to you.." He nodded towards his trailer and then kicked a rock as he looked down, making sure it went to the side rather than in your home. "Well, nice to meet you, Eddie. I uhm, I'll see you around? I have dinner cooking right now. Donāt want to burn down my new home.āĀ You said with a chuckle.
Ā āYeah. Maybe I can show you around town..whenever you're free." He says quickly. You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked at you. Those big, beautiful brown eyes, they could put you in a trance.Ā "I'm usually home by 5:30..and I'm off on Sundays."Ā
āOk, yeah, I like that idea. Iām off on the weekends, so that works out.ā You say.
He felt a giddiness inside him, the thought of making a new friend and even the possibility that the friendship could turn into something more, gave him butterflies. Hope, even. For so long, he was used to being blamed for the events that happened in Hawkins. For so long..he was called a freak and spat at for his taste in music. He wasn't a bad guy, at least he didn't think so. Steve and Robin, and the boys (who were all graduated now) didn't think so. So why was it so hard for him to make other friends? To get a date? He was tired of the meaningless sex that usually transpired at The Hideout, not that it happened often. He wouldn't call himself a ladies man by any means, or someone the girls would seek after. Most times, girls wanted something from it. A little weed. Or maybe the right to brag that they had a quickie with a front man of a rock-band. They never specified which band, though. So when the opportunity arose to show a pretty, new girl around town, he was absolutely going to take the chance to do that.Ā
"I'll stop by Sunday. I can show you around town, and where to go for all the good food places. Maybe I can take you..to get some groceries, if you need. I don't mind." Eddie offered.Ā
"Ok, yeah, thank you, Eddie. I uhm...gotta get going though, but Iāll see you Sunday." You try to sound confident, but it comes out a bit shy and timid, instead. He says goodbye, and you watch him jog to his trailer, looking over at you and waving before going inside his home.Ā You can't help but bite your lower lip, knowing he would be trouble. You weren't exactly looking for a relationship, not romantically anyway. It was embarrassing to think about the fact you had no experience aside from a few pecks on the lips from the 3 dates you had gone on back at home. The dates always ended with a "I had a nice time, but I think we should see other people." You weren't sure if you were maybe too boring for them, or maybe it was your looks? Your self esteem had always been low, even back to when you were in middle school. Kids were relentless and brutal.Ā
High school was no better. Girls were rude and mocked you for your style, or lack thereof. Boys were cruel too. Laughing when you once tripped over your own feet, nervous around a football player you liked. He looked at you apologetically but it didn't stop the chuckle that left his mouth when your knees and palms slammed on the tile floor. You were 23 now and still remembered it like yesterday. It was the reason you left home. Your mom was sad, she'd definitely miss you but understood the change you needed in your life. She wasn't about to stop you from becoming a better version of yourself. And this was your chance.Ā
Sunday rolled around way quicker than you anticipated. Between putting away the remainder of your items around the house and doing a deep clean; you were exhausted. But, looking forward to the city tour with your new neighbor. You had woken up earlier than usual to have a shower and a quick breakfast to settle your growling stomach from skipping dinner the night before. After finishing your food, and cleaning up the kitchen, you grabbed your purse and keys, setting them on the small console table by the door as you pace around, growing a little nervous. What if he decided he didn't want to show you around? He probably had better things to do. Your thoughts were promptly silenced as a knock was heard. Giving it a couple of seconds to not seem too eager, you then walked to your door and opened it. Eddie smiled. You could tell he was freshly showered, his hair still a little wet and the smell of soap mixed with some cologne invaded your nostrils.Ā
"Morning, I have an appointment with Ms. Y/N." He said, with a sheepish smile. You giggled.Ā
"Good Morning, sir. Yes, I'll be happy to help you with that. Please come in and take a seat. She will be right with you. Could I offer you some water?" You say in your most professional voice. Eddie was in your home now, admiring your decor. It was simple but you. There were some framed photos on the wall; and a light blue couch taking up quite a bit of space in the living room.Ā
"Huh? Oh yes, thank you ma'am." He said and took a seat on the couch, that intoxicating smile now reaching his eyes. "You're a metal fan." He said, noticing your CD and vinyl collection by the TV stand. "Hmm. Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath...Dio??" He said excitedly, holding the vinyl for Holy Diver. Oh, he's going to have to marry you, now.
"Yeah, I love them. My dadās a huge fan. Would put the album on when I was younger." You say, smiling at the fond memories, then hand over a glass of cold water to Eddie, who accepts it with a smile. "I fear that you will never get rid of me, now. These are my favorite bands. Not to mention...there is some stuff here that I haven't listened to yet..you have quite the extensive library, sweetheart." He chuckled. The heat that emitted from your cheeks at the nickname was for sure evident, you thought. No way he didnāt see the pink tint on your face. And he did. He proudly gave himself a mental high-five for making you blush.Ā
"Alright, let's get going. I have loads to show you." Eddie said after drinking the water you so kindly offered him.Ā
Eddie took you around to all his favorite spots in Hawkins, starting with showing you where your new job was located, then drove back south towards Hawkins again. You learned a lot about him while he drove you around. He was 25, worked as a mechanic at a local auto repair shop, and on some weekends, he'd play with his band, Corroded Coffin, at a bar called The Hideout. You said you'd definitely go see him play and that you were sure he sounded amazing, despite him saying otherwise. That made him blush this time around.Ā Ā
"So, this is where I went to high school, figured I'd show you since it's on the way to the farmers market you wanted to go to." He tapped on the steering wheel. His hands couldnāt stay still, between either the tapping or him playing air drums to the song that quietly played on his radio.
āKind of looks like my school...but mine was filled with the most obnoxious and hateful people I'd ever met." You say, your tone a bit softer. "It's the main reason I left home. Everyone I knew...they held this standard of 'I'm better than you.' A lot of people with money. An easy life. Meanwhile, my mom worked her ass off all day and night to keep our mouths fed." You then fell quiet for a bit. "I hated my high school years.." You chuckle faintly and look over at him, who looked back at you while he waited at a red light. "I know all about that.." He nodded. "I wasn't a...popular guy in high school either. I was bullied here and there, but most people left me alone. They didn't want to mess with the one guy who dealt them their weed. Or whatever drug they needed." He said, a little bit of a white lie but you didn't need to know the whole story. With that, he winked at you with a small smirk, and drove to the farmers market.Ā
"What?! How can you not like cucumbers? They're so tasty! With some salt and ranch. So good." You said, laughing as he made a gagging face while you picked some fresh fruit and placed them in the basket you were holding. "Respectfully darling, they taste so bland. Like crunchy water."Ā
You scoff and shake your head. "Theyāre super healthy, though. If you ever come over for lunch or something, I'll make you my special tomato and cucumber salad. It has some dill weed in it. And ranch. You'll love it."
"I take it back. I don't think I can hang out with you anymore. Dill weed? You're killing me here." He joked. The laugh that you let out was now his favorite sound in the world. A genuine laugh at his lame attempt at joking around with you.Ā
After you paid for the fruits, he gently placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the next stall, which was selling homemade sauces and jams. The older woman on the other side of the table gives Eddie a rather unpleasant look, then notices you. What she can only imagine to be this innocent young woman who is being put under a spell by Eddie the "devil worshipper". This worried her. It took her no time to pull out a pamphlet of their local church, and handed it to you, but you immediately shut that down, and handed it back to her.Ā
"I appreciate the suggestion, but..I'm not really religious. Thank you. I'd just like to buy-"
"I will not sell my items to devil worshippers like you and Munson, here." Her tone immediately changed to unfriendly and unwelcoming. Eddie felt himself start to get angry, not so much of what she said about him. He was used to that. But because now you'd been given the same treatment as him, and you didn't deserve that. You were sweet. And so beautiful. Welcomed him with a smile rather than spiteful comments and-
āThat's OK. I can go spend my money elsewhere. I saw a few stalls that had better prices, actually. And frankly, they also seemed nicer. I can't imagine your jams and sauces taste any good when you have such hate in your heart.ā You say. It wasn't meant to be an insult or anything of that nature, you genuinely didn't know why she was being so mean to Eddie. He looked at you, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. āCome on, I know the one.ā Eddie grabbed your hand, leading you to a different part of the market. Near the parking lot.Ā
āHi Sammy. Y/N, is this what you're looking for?ā He asked you, this vendor was selling lots of different jams. He'd known about him from The Wheelers. Particularly Nancy. āYou bring me a new customer? Eddie. How can I ever repay you?ā Sammy smiled fondly at him. One of the very few people in town that treated Eddie with some dignity.Ā
āYes. I'm new in town. Wanted to check out the local farmers market. See what you guys had.ā You smile shyly. Eddie came to the conclusion that you were quite shy by nature. Not that he was observing every small detail of you on purpose. Or maybe..
āOh, Eddie. She's so sweet! Polar opposites, I see.ā He joked and Eddie glared at him, with no real mean intention behind it. āTeasing. Eddie's a great guy. You've made a wonderful friend.ā He hyped him up, trying to be a wingman of sorts.Ā
āI agree.ā You simply say, worried you'd start babbling. Wouldn't be the first time, and instead, you offer Eddie a warm smile as you look at him, a look that lingered for a couple seconds longer than usual. āAlrighty lovebirds. What can I get for yah?ā Sammy smirked, looking at both you and Eddie, noticing the flustered expressions. Oh, young love.Ā
āUm, yes. I would like the grape, blackberry and..peach jam, please.ā You say, your face is on fire as you stutter your words. Get a hold of yourself. You hadnāt known Eddie for more than a week, and already you were a mess. Stumbling over your words, blushing every time his fingertips brushed your skin or sent a sweet nickname your way. Eddie is definitely going to be the death of you. Sammy hands you the 3 jars of jam, and puts them in a brown paper bag, adding a smaller jar in there with the others. āThis one is my famous strawberry jam. My bestseller. This sample is on me. Let me know if you like it.ā He says, smiling sweetly as he hands you the bag. You pull out your wallet, and go to grab some money, but Eddie stops you, grabbing his own wallet quicker.Ā āI got it..ā He mumbled with a smile, and before you could put up a fight, he slapped a 20 dollar bill on Sammyās palm. āI'll see you, Sam.ā Eddie says and he guides you two to walk over to his van.Ā
āAnything else you want to do?ā He asked, opening the door for you and watching as you go in, his eyes admiring the round of your ass. He shakes the impure thoughts from his mind, and watches you buckle yourself in.
āWe can head home. Maybe I can make you some lunch? Atā¦my place. If-if you want. I donāt want to impose, or anything. Iām sure youāre a busy guy and all-ā He chuckles at your rambling, thinking you couldnāt possibly be any cuter than you already were. Oh, heās in trouble, as well.Ā
āLetās go have some lunch. I guess Iāll try this special cucumber and tomato salad you keep trying to sell me on. With the dill weed and ranch.ā He smirked, and gently shut the door to his van, then went around and got in the driver side, buckling in. āReady, madam?ā He said, shaking his wild mane side to side. He turned his head towards you, and gave you a goofy smile as he started the van, and then drove out of the parking lot. You softly laughed at his antics, already enamoured with him. āHey Eddie, can I ask you something?ā You cautiously say, not sure whether this would offend him. āHm.ā He replies, turning left to get into the correct lane towards the trailer park. āDo people really think youāre a satanist? I mean..if..you are, I promise I am not bothered by it. I donāt put down anyoneās beliefs. Unless youāre a shitty person. Which I do not believe you are. Youāve been really nice to me.ā You say, once again, rambling. āI am. Why do you think the whole town gives me such scared looks? Poor Jeannie, the lady with the jams, was so upset when I sacrificed her chickens and goats. But..I needed them! I wish sheād just understand.āĀ He sighed, shaking his head and then glanced at you, finding you wide-eyed. āIām joking, sweetheart.ā He let out a soft laugh, and came to a full stop right before their turn. āThis town is very stuck on old beliefs. I like metal music, and the media painting it as the devilās music a few years ago certainly didnāt help my case. I also played dungeons and dragons in high school, still do actually. And this whole place came after me with pitchforks.ā He once again left out some important key facts regarding the history of Hawkins. A conversation for another day, perhaps. āNot everyone is horrible, but Iāve kept my circle small for this very reason.ā He added.
Once he arrived back at the trailer park, he parked his van at his place after dropping you off at your front door like a gentleman. He said heād come over in about 20 minutes, saying he had a few calls he had to make. You didnāt ask any questions, and instead focused on getting started on lunch. Your āspecialā salad, along with some sandwiches, chips and 2 glasses of cold cokes. You hoped he would enjoy it, now second guessing everything you just did. To the paper plates you placed the food on, to the silly Halloween table cloth you had put on your small dining table. It was only March. You thought of earlier as you sat on your couch waiting for him. When he placed his hand on the small of your back. His hand felt like fire on you, over your clothes and yet, you recall the goosebumps traveling all over your body from such a simple and soft touch. You wondered how his hands would feel on other parts. Your shoulders. Massaging out years of tension and stress. Wondered how his hands would feel if he held your cheek in a romantic manner. Or what they would feel like caressing your neck down to your arms, until they were in an area you wanted to feel him the most. You shut your eyes tightly, and lean your head back against the top of the cushion on the couch, letting out a soft sigh.Your insecurities overwhelming you as you sat there alone with your thoughts.Ā
āSteve, I..I need your guidance here, man.ā Eddie panicked over the phone, pacing his small kitchen, playing with the phone cord out of habit. āWhat are you talking about? You got this. Itās like a damn movie. A cute girl moves in next door. Voluntarily wants to hang out with you. Youāre golden!ā He tries his best to comfort Eddie in his state of anxiety. āI donāt know. Sheās beautiful, absolutely. Is she wanting to hang out, out of pity, though? Because some dumbass called me a freak in front of her? Is she-ā Eddie is quickly cut off by Steve. āYes. She is inviting you over for lunch, after she accepted your offer to show her around town, and laughed at your jokes, because she feels bad that some lonely, old woman called you a freak.ā Steve deadpanned. āYou really think so?ā Eddie sadly sighed. Steve wanted to strangle him over the phone. āEddie, no! I know your expertise with women isnāt as evolved as mineā¦but listen when I tell you, sheās into you. To some degree, anyway! Go over, have lunch with her. Be a little flirty. See where it goes. No harm in trying.ā Steve smiled. Easy for the Stud of Hawkins to say.Ā
You hear a knock at your door, one you were now familiar with, pulling you out of your negative thoughts. Something you really had to work on. Youāre a little quicker to answer the door this time, and see Eddie standing there with a few flowers he picked from The Wilsonās front yard on the other side of his trailer. Theyāll never notice, heād argue. āOh wow, those are so pretty..ā You say, your attention immediately drawn to the light blue flowers in his hand. He swallows hard. āJust like you.ā He smiles softly, and hands them to you, and you graciously take them. He doesnāt miss the crimson blush that spreads over your cheeks to your ears. āThank you, Eddie. Come in.ā You bashfully say, stepping aside to let him in, and then shut your door. āI made us lunch. Um, I hope itās to your liking.ā He watches you walk into the kitchen, grab a small vase and add water to it, then place the flowers he picked out into it. āIām sure I will love it. Letās try that salad, huh?ā He said and sat down at the table.Ā
It was close to 6 in the afternoon now, and Eddie was helping you clean up the dining table, his belly full of the delicious food you made. āSoooā¦I could tell you liked the salad. Just admit it. Cucumbers are amazing.ā You smirk, looking at him. āWhoa. Letās not get crazy. Youāre lucky that I am fond of you.ā He throws the paper plates in the trash, with your approval of course. āBut yes, it was really good, Y/N.ā He smiles, looking back at you. āI wanted to ask you something now.ā Eddie says, walking up to you as you stood by the kitchen entryway. You feel your heartbeat start to hammer in your chest at the close proximity. Noticing the faint freckles that paint his upper cheeks. He is so pretty.Ā
āMy band is playing next weekend. At The Hideout. I wouldā¦really like for you to be there. We go on stage at 9..Not too late at night. And! Youāll get to meet my friends. Steven and Robin. Possibly Nancy. She doesnāt care for the loud music, so she doesnāt really go to these things.ā He said, looking down at his feet, then up at you, trying to read your expression. āWhat if they donāt like me?ā You say, your voice so small, you wanted to curl into yourself and disappear. His features soften, and he places his hand over yours, which was on the kitchen counter.Ā
āBelieve me, they will love you.ā He gives your hand a comforting caress, making you a blushing mess for what felt like the 50th time today.
Ā āI would love to meet them. And to see you perform.ā You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm your anxiety. He could make out that you were a little hesitant in your response.Ā Ā Ā Ā
Ā āDo I make you nervous?ā He says suddenly, his eyes boring into yours. You freeze at his question, because it was as if his demeanor changed in a blink of an eye; from gentle to dominating. It was all in the way he looked at you with his dark eyes.Ā
āN-no. No, not really. I mean, I am just a shy person. I get nervous around new people. As you can tell.ā You say. He takes your hand in his, holding it,Ā and flashes you a warm smile.
āDonāt worry. Youāll fit right in with us. I promise. They donāt bite.ā He then leans in, close to your ear, whispering. āThough, I do a little.ā Eddie says, and patted your hand, smirking. He learned that he really liked to make you squirm, and see you flustered. Sometimes he would get this burst of confidence that he had to take advantage of. Itās how he got himself more gigs at The Hideout. How he got himself a better paying position as a mechanic at Jās Auto Service. That was a milestone, because he was able to save up enough money to get Wayne his own trailer a few blocks away, in a better neighborhood. He deserved it.Ā
You open the door for Eddie, smiling as you watch him check the doors hinges, making sure the lock worked well, for your safety, of course. āWell, have a great first day at work. If you need anything, give me a call, ok?ā He assures you that giving him a call at work would be the highlight of his day. āAnd you can call me whenever you want too. You know Iām all alone here.ā You giggle, biting your lower lip. The playful flirting that occurred throughout the day really put you in good spirits, giving you a tiny bit of confidence. āIāll definitely remember that. Sleep well, princess.ā Eddie smirks, and walks down your porch, but stops to look over your car. āYouāll need new tires soon. You should bring it into the shop during the week. Iāll take a look at it and do an inspection.ā He then waves, giving you no time to answer.Ā
Itās Friday afternoon, and you had 2 hours left of your shift. Counting the minutes until it was 5:00. You didnāt mind the job, it was practically the same as your office position back at home; filing papers, taking calls and sending out emails all day. While this position gave you a bit more responsibility and tasks, the environment was relaxed and the rest of the staff seemed to be chill. One girl, Veronica, would come over and talk to you on her way back in from her smoke breaks. You remembered Eddie smelled the same. He must smoke often enough.
āAre you doing anything fun this weekend? Not much to do in Hawkins.ā Veronica popped her chewing gum, playing with a strand of her long hair as she leaned at the reception desk, looking at you.
āI am, actually! My neighbor asked me to go to The Hideout. To see his band play.ā
āEddie Munson? Ugh. The Hideout is so gross. He always takes all the girls there.ā She rolled her eyes, chuckling as she nonchalantly picked her nails, admiring the design painted on them. Sheād excitedly showed them to you earlier in the day. Your heart nearly sunk to your ass hearing her say that. Were you just another easy girl to him? No way would you give yourself up that easily to Eddie, or any man for that matter, and you didnāt feel that you gave off that kind of energy. You wondered if his whole shy persona was just a ploy to sleep with you, and call it a day. You were sure you liked Eddie. And you thought he genuinely liked you too. He had been so kind to you throughout the week, you reminded yourself. Everytime you came home, roughly 15 minutes after him, heād walk over and greet you. Ask about your day. Smile and even hug you goodnight after you two would chat for a bit. It was like clockwork, at this point.
āI donāt think this is a date. Just..him being a friendly neighbor.ā You shrug, trying to sound indifferent to the news she just broke to you.
āY/N, I hate to break it to you, but he most likely thinks it's a date. And will probably end up fucking you in that smelly, tiny bathroom in the back of the bar. He does this every time. Will fuck anything in a mini skirt.ā She shrugged. āJust use protection, doll.ā She winked at you and walked back to her cubicle, sighing loudly as she sat down. You try to blink away the stinging in your eyes, focusing your attention on your keyboard. You absolutely did not need to cry your first week at work. It would be almost as embarrassing as you falling for your next door neighbor in such a short span of time.Ā
Itās 5pm and youāre driving home, hoping you arrive before Eddie does. Luck must be on your side because you make it by 5:27, and quickly get out of your car, nearly tripping up the steps to your front door as you rush to pull out your key from your large purse. This stupid, big ass bag. You unlock your door, and shut it behind you, locking it back up. Your breathing is heavy as you let your body fall in disappointment. The sun shines through your kitchen window, illuminating the flowers he had picked out for you. They were still lively and vibrant. You made sure to change the water every couple of days to keep as so. Youāre sulking as you decide to go and take a hot shower, to clear your mind. Then you hear his van roll in, music blasting from it.Ā
Eddie looks at your driveway to see your car parked, in a rather chaotic way. You mustāve been excited that it was Friday. Maybe you were excited to see him and wanted to share how crazy of a day you had. He hoped that was the case, since he was ecstatic to see you. On his way to work earlier today, he stopped by the record store next to the Jās Shop, and saw Alice Cooperās new album, Hey Stoopid. He recalls you mentioning that youād been looking for the vinyl, wanting to add it to your collection. He gathered the last few bills he had on him, and bought it for you. He figured heād make some extra cash anyway at The Hideout before the show, selling to the usuals.
He knocks at your door, practically beaming. Heās so excited to gift you this album, knowing it would make you happy. Thatās all he wants and cares about. When you donāt answer after his 4th knock, he tries a few more times. āHm..ā He ponders, and leans to the left, trying to peek into your living room window, but the curtain blocks anyone from seeing inside. āHey, Y/N?ā He calls out. He assumes you're in the bathroom when you don't answer, and decides to possibly try again later. He wouldnāt want to disturb your āyou timeā in there. You hear him jog back to his trailer, his chain wallet giving him away. You felt bad, but then remember what Veronica said to you earlier in the day. That was why you were avoiding him in the first place. Though, it would be impossible to do this everyday. Well, for now, you're just going to try your best to hide from him. That means, youāll have to stand him up at The Hideout. You turn on the shower after stripping off your work clothes and stood there for what felt like hours, playing every scenario in your mind.Ā
Eddie is tapping his foot impatiently on his carpeted floor, his much more worn out than yours. It's close to 8:30p and you still haven't come over. And he's contemplating whether to go over to your house or not. Your lights are not on. He guesses you had a really bad day at work, and instead of bugging you, he leaves you to rest. The album can wait for tomorrow morning.
Itās bright and early, you can hear the birds chirping from your bedroom window. You rub the sleep from your eyes and groan, sitting up on your bed, looking over to look at the time. The clock read 09:47a. You better get up and make most of your Saturday as you do not plan on leaving your 4 walls tomorrow. You stretch as you stand up, and walk over to your fridge, and then jump at the loud knock. āY/N!ā a familiar voice calls out. Fuck. Ok, you need to at least confront him of his true intentions. Whether you were just another girl to him, and nothing more. You close up your robe a little as you drag your feet, letting out a shaky breath as you open the door.Ā
āOh, thank god!ā He breathes in relief. ā I was worried about you.ā He said.
āRight..well. Iām ok. Just trying to rest up.ā You said. He notices your tone is a bit more cold.
āOh. I-Iām sorry. I just wanted to check up on you. I knocked yesterday, but didnāt see you. Did you have a bad day at work?ā He said, frowning now.Ā
āYou can say that-ā
āThen I have something that will cheer you up! Close your eyes.ā He grinned, practically jumping in excitement. You raise your brow, and hesitantly shut your eyes, then feel his warm hands grab yours, pulling them out in front of you. You feel a heavy-ish item now land on your hands and you immediately open your eyes. āOh shit..ā You hold the album, looking at it. It was a special edition one.
āEddie..howād you find this?ā You say quietly, a smile growing on your face.
āSaw it at the record store. Had to get it for you.ā He couldnāt be any prouder. He got you out of whatever slump you were feeling.
āOh Eddie..I know this had to be expensive. Let me pay you back.āĀ
He shook those curls you were so crazy about. āNope. I only request your presence tonight, sweetheart. Steve and Robin are dying to meet you.ā He says, crossing his arms. Your gaze travels down to them, admiring the tattoos and oh. Heās caught you staring, that smirk on his face confirms that. āI-I will be there.ā You nod, going against everything you said to yourself the night before. āGreat! I have some errands to run, but I will see you tonight, darling.ā He bows like you are his Queen, and you might as well be at this point. You giggle, and watch him go to this van, wave at you and drive off. Maybe this wasnāt a bad idea after all.
Youāre standing in line at The Hideout, waiting to be let in. You assumed that you had to wait like everyone else. There weren't that many people, about 50 all together but judging by the size of the bar, it would be a full house. You dress in a low-cut top, purposely choosing one that showed a decent amount of cleavage. A cardigan rests over your arm, and you opted for black leggings, the ones that made your ass look the best. If Eddie really did intend for this to be a date, you might as well look the best you could, with what you currently had in your closet. You hear your name being called out, and you see Eddie jog over to you. Heās wearing a sleeveless DIO shirt, and leather pants, his combat boots all untied. He looks so good. Youāre practically drooling.
āWhat are you doing here?ā He incredulously asks.
āI..you invited me.ā You play with your fingers, nails digging into your skin.Ā
āBabe, I meant in line.ā He reaches out, grabbing your hand and pulls you out of the line, where all eyes then fall on you and him. You noticed a few girls eye Eddie, too. Almost like a prey. āYou get backstage access, doll.ā He whispers as he leanes into you, and smirks. āYouāre VIP.ā He holds your hand, and takes you to the back of the bar, opening the door that lead you inside. āAfter you.ā He says, eyes falling to your ass. It looked so plump in those pants, so biteable.Ā Ā
āYou look beautiful, by the way.ā He says, admiring the subtle make up you had on. It wasnāt much, just some mascara and eyeliner. A little foundation to hide any blemishes and imperfections. āI like this top.ā He runs his fingers over the fabric near your collarbone. Your cheeks heat up, as you send him a smile, looking down all shyly.Ā
āEddie!ā A man calls out, and you look to your left. You assume that is Steve, and a girl walking alongside with him. Robin?Ā
āHey, man. Glad you could make it. Guys, this is Y/N. Y/Nā¦this is Steve and Robin. And as I assumed, Nancy did not make it today.ā
āOr ever. You know this isnāt her scene. Sheās out with Jonathan, anyway.ā Steve shrugged and turned his attention towards you. āNice to meet you. Eddie has talked non stop about you.ā He smirks over at Eddie who is internally cussing him out. āLetās go get some good seats.ā Robin smiles at you, and grabs your arm, locking it with hers as she pulls you to the stage floor.Ā
āUghhh Steve, whyād you say that? Now sheās going to think Iām obsessed.ā Eddie rubs his face, giving him a look.
āAre you not?ā Steve smirks, and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. Eddie shook his head and bit his nails, nervously. āI like her, alot.ā He admitted to Steve, eyes following you around as Robin decided which area was the best to stand at. He liked how nervous you were around him. You were the sweetest girl heād ever known. On the opposite end, he also felt like a creep though. All the perverse thoughts he had about you. Theyād come to him when he was in bed late at night, a rhythmic movement of his hand over his aching cock as he'd imagine his tongue deep in your wet, throbbing pussy, satisfying his hunger.Ā
āI gotta get onstage, and set up.ā He says to Steve, wanting to avoid any more of Steveās banter. He nods, then meets up with you and Robin on the stage floor. Your gaze follows Eddie onstage, where he and the rest of the band finish setting up. He winks at you, and tunes his guitar. Most of all the equipment is there, just had to be connected and set up in the proper place.
āYou excited to see the show? Theyāre actually really good! Itās a shame they havenāt been signed by a record label yet.ā Robin says. You are caged in, front row, between both Robin and Steve. āYeah, Iām excited. I just..donāt want to get my hopes up. Feelings hurt and all.ā You say softly, seeing all the people from outside being let in.
āWhat do you mean? Their songs are not really offensive.ā Robin says.
āWell, unless youāre someone with sensitive hearing. Theyāre loud.ā Steve snorts.
āNo, I mean. I donāt want Eddie to see me as..like the other girls that he brings here?ā You say, a little unsure if you are going to get your point across. Their his friends, obviously theyāre going to take his side.Ā
Steve snorts again. āWhat girls?āĀ
āAll..the girls..?ā You say, feeling a bit foolish at that moment. āThis chick I work with knows Eddie. Says he brings all his dates here. And uhm, has his way with them. I'm not-it's not that I'm not attracted to him. He's super handsome, but I don't want it to be that type of date. I like him and donāt want it to be a one night stand type of date..ā You nervously chew on the inside of your cheek.Ā
Steve and Robin both start to laugh, a good belly laugh, which makes Eddie look at you three. What are they telling you about him?
āY/N. He's NOT like that. At all. I don't know who that chick is, but Eddie is lucky if he's able to get a girl to look his way anymore.ā Robin said.Ā
āI mean, he's had girlfriends and dates, sure. But to say he brings all the girls here like he's some ladies man, is comical.ā Steve said.Ā āBut don't tell him we said that.ā He smirks. āEddie is a great guy, Y/N. And I'm not just saying that because he's my best friend.ā Steve looked up at him. āShows starting.ā He says to you, nudging your shoulder with his as the lights dim, and a loud guitar note plays. The stage area is packed with all the people from outside, and they cheer.Ā The band seems to have a large following, people singing along to the songs. A lot of older, trucker looking guys and scattered were lots of girls too, older and younger, like yourself. In the middle of the setlist, you see Eddie grab the mic, placing his foot on the amp as he addresses the crowd, thanking them for coming out and supporting the band. He had a little surprise for you, and hoped you listened to Alice Cooperās previous album, Trash, because he was going to cover one of the songs on there. He figured heād take the risk and sing Spark in the Dark. Ā The lyrics were quite suggestive, and maybe tonight, heād be brave enough to make a first move.Ā
You immediately recognized the guitar riff to the song, a big smile forming on your face, as you were by now more relaxed and enjoying the show, just like Robin and Steve suggested.
āAh, welcome to the party.
Itās only me and you
Tell the world to go away, babe
And Iāll tell you what to do
Come over here and kiss me
I wanna pull your hair
Turn out the lights and hold me
I wanna touch you everywhereā
You sing along, all while your face is burning from the blush that spread over your cheeks, and thankful the stage lights are not pointed directly at you. You were certain youād combust. You also notice a familiar sensation, one that was directly between your thighs. One that needed to be taken care of. Preferably by the front man looking down at you.
āWe donāt need nobody, baby
We donāt need champagne
Iāll take you to the deepest
Darkest, hottest loverās lane
For a little spark in the dark
Just a little spark in the dark.ā
Youāre staring at each other as he sings the song. Youāre singing along, and heās so good up there. Your favorite rockstar. You notice his hips move a little with every enunciation during the chorus. He grabs the mic stand, placing the mic on it as the guitar rests over his hips, hiding the semi heās rocking right now thanks to the songās lyrics and the perfect view he has of your cleavage.Ā
āIāll come āround midnight
Weāll be crawling on the floor
Burninā with a fever
And yellinā out for more
But donāt you write in your diary, baby
Donāt blab it on the phone
āCause if your dad and mom find out,Ā
Theyāll skin me to the bone.
We donāt need instructions, baby
Donāt you be afraid
It takes a little friction, uh-uh
Thatās how our love is madeĀ
For a little spark in the dark.ā
You want to melt into a puddle once the song is finished, noticing the sweat that glistens his skin, still sporting that sleeveless tank top. He sings a few more covers, and once the show is over, he bows to everyone, then directly tosses you a guitar pick. Youāre giddy, as youāre bouncing on your tippy toes, holding it between your fingers.
āLook at the fangirl, now.ā Robin smirks, clapping as the band gets off stage. āWe get backstage privileges, being long time friends of the band and all.ā She laughs, walking to the back of the bar, noticing the crowd had spread out between leaving for the night, and others to sit at the bar. You follow Robin and Steve, until you reach a room that almost looked like a utility room with all the amps.āHey!ā Eddie says, wiping the sweat off with a small towel. He looks directly at you, as if Robin and Steve arenāt even in the room. āThat was amazing! Andā¦the cover was really good, too.ā You blush and try not to be too obvious as your eyes scan his body. His shirt is all damp from his sweat, shirt stuck to his body. You could make out his toned stomach.Ā
āIād give you a thank you hug, but I smell. And Iām all sweaty.ā He chuckles, noticing you shifting a little, your thighs pressing together. He gives you a little knowing smirk, and pulls out a cigarette, but Robin is quick to snatch it.
āNo smoking. Especially not around your date.ā Robin speaks out.
āYouāre right. Bad habit, and manners. Sorry. sweetheart.ā He cheekily smiles and puts away the pack of cigarettes.
āWe gotta get going, but weāll see you later, Eds. Come on Steve. Rememberā¦we had that thing we had to do..ā Robin says, pulling him on his arm. āOH right! That thing. Yes. Alright, you two have a good and eventful night. Nice meeting you, Y/N! We look forward to seeing you again real soon!!ā Steve says as both him and Robin go running out. You let out a soft laugh then look over at Eddie, who is looking at you, not once did his sight move away from you.
āCan we..talk?ā You say to him.Ā
Oh fuck, did he do something wrong? Was it the way he was looking at you? Shit.Ā
āOf course. We can step outside. Itās hot as fuck in here.ā He says and you both walk out into the back of the bar, the loud slam of the door shutting making you jump. Eddie is nervous now. Heās sure youāre about to break the news to him that you donāt want anything to do with him. Maybe you found out of his late night activities, but that wouldnāt make any sense. He was sure you partake in those kinds of solo activities. Maybe you believed he was truly a devil worshipper. How can he convince you otherwise?
āI uhm, almost didnāt come tonight.ā You start.Ā
This makes his chest feel heavy. Heād done something, surely.Ā
āHow come?ā His voice is small.
āI was stupid. I believed something someone at my job said about you.ā Your stare is focused on the littered and dirty floor, not wanting to meet his eyes. You felt ashamed.
āWhatād they say about me?āĀ
āI-I donāt-ā
āWhatād they say about me, Y/N? I assure you..Iāve heard it all. Iām used to it at this point in my life.ā He says, his tone was a bit more irate and cold than what you were used to him being with you. Your eyes took no time in watering, and now Eddie was ready to throw himself off a cliff for making you feel this way.Ā Ā He really fucked this up already, as he always does. Good job, Munson.
āShe said thatā¦you basically slept around. That you take them here on dates, and..and take them to that nasty bathroom for a quick fuck. Eddie, Iām sorry. I shouldnāt have believed something like that. I just, I got scared to have my feelings and emotions played with. I didnāt want to be just another girl added to your roster.ā You try to keep your composure as you talk to him, your eyes are for sure still watery, but by some miracle, you didnāt stutter. āIf Iām being honest, I donāt have much experience with this. Like, yeah. Iāve done a few dates and all, but I've never had a boyfriend or had anyone touch me, or-ā
āSweetheart, it's ok.ā Eddie takes a step forward and grabs both your shaky hands, holding them in his, practically engulfing them. āLook at me.ā His voice is low, and he places a finger under your chin, tipping your head up. āI promise you, I am not that type of person. People will say a million things about me, and I can guarantee that most of them are just rumors. I certainly do not sleep around. I can't remember the last time I had a legitimate date with someone, let alone fuck someone.ā He risked making himself look a loser just to make you feel better. His hand goes up to your cheek, and caresses it, letting out a chuckle. āBaby, there's no one I desire more than youā¦and I want to kiss you so bad.ā He whispers, taking another step forward, his scent invading you. āGive me a chance to prove to you..I'm not like whatever these stupid fucks said about me.ā His lips are impossibly close to yours, making your breath hitch at the close proximity. āKiss me.ā His voice is raspy. You embrace each other, your lips pressing together as the kiss deepens slowly. It was the first time you've experienced a true, deep kiss. You were sure he could tell. You opened your mouth, letting his hot tongue in to glide along yours and the quiet whine you let out makes him want to take you right there and then. You were inexperienced, yes, but quickly learned to breathe through your nose and move your mouth with his. Eddie's hand rested on your hips, and the other was around the nape of your neck, pulling you against him even closer, wanting to hear thoseĀ whines again.Ā
āAlright, get a room, you two.ā Gareth groaned, hauling the large amp into the van that was a few feet away from you both. You blush heavily as you both simultaneously pull away from each other. āWe will continue this at your place? I got to finish helping the guys..ā Eddie breathed heavy, a similar rosy shade painted over his cheeks.Ā
āYes, I'll leave my door unlocked. You can just come in..āĀ
āHm, sweetheart. I don't think that's a good idea. What if the big, bad wolf gets in? And wants to eat yah?ā Eddie smirks.Ā
For modern rockstar Eddie, I like to think heād sound like Matt Heafy from Trivium. Hell, I think Corroded Coffin would have that metal sound ! Iāll post a link to a song for those interested in hearing š
He doesnāt exactly look like Eddie, but I think they have the same rockstar vibes!