warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers.
pairing : eddie munson x (gn) reader
notes : LMFAO IM BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH A STRANGER THINGS POST WHO WOULDVE THOUGHT.. i’m literally so sorry though. from now on this is no longer a spoiler free blog as i can’t keep it in my pants for eddie munson and i’m going to be posting a ton about the new season ❤️ sorry y’all xx THIS IS UNEDITED BTW.
warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers. you have been warned again just to be safe lol. (there isn’t really any spoilers towards the show, but he’s a new character so i thought it would be good to put it there in case.)
tick, tick, tick.
you eyed the clock as the sound of it consumed the room completely. there was no one in the shop except for you; business was slow on mondays. your hand rested upon your palm, and you slid a pile of cd’s over towards yourself to flick through some of the deals that your store has. only the newer trending bands, and you looked around for a moment before sliding a ‘the police’ cd into your pocket.
tick, tick, tick.
it wasn’t until the last people payed and left the store that you realized that there was nothing stopping you from shutting up and packing away at all. you could just waltz out of there with some new cds — though you were technically getting paid to do nothing. you thought about your boyfriend, eddie, and thought about the time that you could be spending with him instead. it fueled your urge to jump over the counter, but you restrained yourself. he was probably playing DnD again — not that you hated it, the people were cool with you being around and the game was withstandable, (you didn’t understand a thing no matter how hard he tried to teach you) but you could just never see yourself spending valuable time playing the game.
the bell that hung above the store entrance rung, and you jumped to straighten your posture and welcome the newcomer.
‘hello! welcome to—‘ you cut yourself off, recognizing the long curled hair almost immediately. you eased yourself up, smiling. ‘speak of the devil.’
‘missed me, did you?’ eddie shuffled to the front of the counter to lean against it, planting a soft kiss against your lips.
snorting with amusement, you replied, ‘more like missing civilization.’ you huffed and rolled your eyes. ‘i haven’t seen a single person since the first hour of my shift.’ he hummed, sliding the stack of cds over to himself to browse. sliding a queen cd towards you, he grinned and said.
‘i’ll be your… what, 3rd buyer of the day?’ he joked, handing a 10 dollar note towards you. he brushed his hands on his jacket, smiling. ‘yeah, well, i missed you too.’ you sat in a silence, a comfortable one however as you had become close enough together to know that you didn’t need to chat with him in order to have a good conversation.
you eyed him as he drifted off, looking through the shelves of sheet music with interest before hurrying towards the instrument section of your shop. you noticed him lingering in the guitar section, taking time to look at all you had to offer. plucking an electric guitar off of the shelf, he hoisted the sling over his shoulder. ‘god, she’s beautiful.’ he said breathily, grinning as he plucked a few untuned strings.
‘i wish i got a greeting like that.’ you rolled your eyes, pouting as he laughed, shaking his head. ‘plus, don’t you have one already?’
he tilted his head, walking over towards you with the guitar still attached to his hip. ‘who says you can’t have more than one?’
‘i dunno, any sane person?’ you raised an eyebrow as he laughed in response.
‘then you should know that that’s not me.’ mimicking devil horns above his head he laughed, going to walk around the back of the counter. he approached you and sat on the floor beside you, cradling the guitar and remaining out of sight from anyone entering the store. ‘may i?’ he gestured towards the guitar.
‘i’m not stopping you.’ you shrugged simply, turning your attention to him but keeping an ear out for the ringing of the doorbell. his hands made quick work of getting in position and you couldn’t help but notice every detail about him - you loved eddie so much, because there was just something unique to his look every time. today, his hands were decorated with big silver rings and chipped black nail polish, and his ‘hellfire’ T-shirt was still on.
he started playing one of his own songs, and you remembered it almost instantly. it was how you met in the first place — you were an onlooker and he was on the stage. you weren’t too worried about the crowd, if you could call it that; 4 drunk men staggering around to an upbeat punk song. you wanted to hear good music — and that’s what you got. you stuck on like a sore thumb compared to the other people in the venue, so it wasn’t hard for eddie to find you. it was too much of a coincidence that you two when to the same school, but it wasn’t that either of you were complaining. you were surprised you never really recognized him, especially when he was apart of one of the most hated clubs in the school.
fate, you joked with him; it must have been fate.
you drummed your fingers against the counter as the snail like pace of the day and the raw sound of the strings washed over you like a wave, a sense of fatigue filling your sense. you let out an audible groan, resting your head against the counter.
‘jeez. i’m not boring you, am i?’ raising an eyebrow, his fingers came to a halt almost immediately. shaking your head you mumbled,
‘just tired, i promise.’ eyeing him out of the corner of your elbow you grinned. ‘keep playing.’ he resumed silently and you waited for the bell to ring, occasionally looking at the time before you slide down the counter and sit next to eddie. he’s focused, but he still takes time to look at you through the corner of his eye. you lean your head on his jacket, running a finger along the headstock of the guitar. ‘will you teach me how to play one day?’ and then he’s quiet, but he still manages to laugh.
‘i can’t believe it.’ you give him a confused face, and you obviously pulled a weird expression because he laughed. ‘you work in a music shop and you don’t even know how to play guitar. that’s like, a necessity.’ he looks at you and he stops playing. ‘i don’t know if we can even date anymore.’
‘what?’ you exclaim incredulously and then you laugh, both of you do, and he picks the strap over his shoulder and slings it over yours instead. you look at him — the guitars heavy and it makes you wonder how he holds it and plays for longer than an hour every week.
‘you really want to learn?’ you nod your head quickly and he shuffles to face in front of you. he grins, and his eyes flash with a knowing twinkle that always appears when he is really excited. you’ve known him only for a couple months, but it’s felt like forever. ‘okay.. but i’m not going to go easy on you just because your my partner.’ he warns, holding his hands out cautiously. you shift, preparing yourself as he grasps your hand and puts it on the neck.
‘okay.’ he puffs. ‘from the beginning.’
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