You can sing!?
18 Anarbor (I do not own this song)
Eddie Munson x female reader.
You had been friends with Eddie for a about a year and dating for about two months.
He had been trying to catch you singing, he had heard you singing softly to yourself in the kitchen once and it sounded amazing but you had stopped the second you realised he was there.
You were very shy, and scared of people hearing you sing but Eddie caught you whispering lyrics to yourself, humming, tapping your foot constantly.
Eddie came over to your apartment one day uninvited with the key you had hidden under the mat to surprise you with some flowers.
He heard the shower on and decided he would wait but as he walked down the hallway to your bedroom he heard you, he heard you singing.
He put the flowers on your bedside table and rushed to find your tape recorder and pressed play, recording your angelic voice singing the words to some Madonna song.
He heard the water turn off and your singing was reduced to a hum, he retrieved the tape from the machine and fetched your flowers, going to sit on your couch.
You walked out from your room in an oversized t-shirt that Eddie recognised from his own wardrobe, he had been looking for that shirt for weeks
Your head turned to the couch and you screamed as you saw someone sitting there, quickly realising it was Eddie.
“SHIT! Ed’s oh my god. You gave me a heart attack asshole!” You sighed, calming down.
“You can sing.” He smirked.
“What?”
“You. Can. Sing.” He shrugged putting the tape on to play, your voice echoing through your apartment.
Your cheeks went bright red out of embarrassment and shyness.
“I can’t believe you sing and you didn’t say anything!” Eddie exclaimed walking over to you. “These are for you babe.” He handed you the flowers as your rendition of material girl played in the background.
“You gotta join the band.” He announced.
Your eyes widened. “No way! Eds I can barely talk to other people let alone get on a stage and sing in front of them.” You half laughed.
“Pleaseeeee y/n” Eddie begged, falling to his knees.
“I-I don’t know, I can’t Ed’s I’ll ruin your show.”
“Not possible, not with that voice.” Eddie pointed to the mix tape that had reached an end.
“Compromise?” You asked.
Eddie raised an eyebrow as you fetched a tatty notebook from the coffee table.
“I-I wrote it, a song, it just looks like words but I think it’s pretty good….I based it off of a conversation we had, you were drunk.” You rambled.
“You wrote a song?!” Eddie exclaimed and you blushed again.
“I’ll sing it to you, and only you….and you can have it, if you want.” You explained.
“Deal.”
You had sat on the couch, legs crossed and eyes closed, taking deep breaths as Eddie waited to hear your voice again.
Eighteen, crazy
pulled up in your daddy’s car
you wanna move in with me
Guess we’re off to a heavy start
Your voice started slow and nervous as you eased into the lyrics, eyes staying closed as Eddie watched in awe and wonder.
Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away
Eighteen, crazy
I know what you want from me
I know what you want from me
You wanna piss off your parents
date me to scare them
Show them you’re all grown up
If long hair and tattoos are what attract you
Baby then you’re in luck
and I know it’s just a phase
You’re not in love with me
You wanna piss off your parents baby, piss off your parents
That’s alright with me
You continued singing until there were no more lyrics, your voice loud and confident now that you were in the moment. Eddie couldn’t help but fall for you more.
You caught your breath as you finished. Blush coating your face once more as Eddie’s lips met yours before you could open your eyes.
“I guess that means you liked it then.” You laughed.
“You’re joining the band, no buts, no ifs, no I’m scared, you are too good not to.” Eddie exclaimed. “And that song is perfect!”
“You really think so?” Nerves built in your chest already.
“I know so!”
Over the next few weeks you had eased into singing with the band, showing the guys how you wanted the beat to be and thats when your gig at the hideout arrived.
You let the guys play their songs for about an hour before it was time for your song, Eddie called you to the stage and you closed your eyes as you walked onto it, it was only like 30 people but to you it felt like hundreds.
You felt sick, like you were gonna freeze and ruin the show, throw up or something.
“It’s okay.” Eddie whispered to you as you heard the beat start to play from around you, the music loud as it took over your body.
Your combat boot tapped the stage to the beat, black ripped jeans swaying as you got ready to sing, you had a corroded coffin shirt on, tucked into your jeans, paper clip earrings and your hair in a high ponytail as you gripped the mic with both hands.
You started to sing, and as soon as you did your nerves almost evaporated and your eyes opened, your dark eyeliner almost helping you feel more confident.
You were loud and sang like you had never heard yourself sing before.
You saw Eddie’s smile from the corner of your eye as he moved over to you playing guitar as you sang to him, to the band, to the bar, to everyone.
The young girls in the back were dancing while everyone tapped their feet and nodded to the music.
So if long hair and tattoos are what attract you baby than your in luck
You pulled Eddie in by the shirt collar, creating a comfortable tension, matching the lyrics as you let go walking from one end of the stage to the other feeling confident and like a new person on stage, nobody knew who you were but you seemed so sure of yourself.
As the song ended you caught your breath with a smile, stating a very shy and small thank you, into your mic to the audience who was applauding which earned a small chuckle.
“Fuck y/n that was- wow.” Gareth smiled.
You smiled, feeling so happy.
You turned to Eddie who was staring at you in absolute awe.
“I love you.” He breathed out and pulled you into a kiss, passionate, dipping you as he did.
You quickly found your feet and shyly waved as the audience clapped and cheered again.
Wiping your smudged lipstick and laughing, as you all walked off stage.
“Love you too Ed’s.” You smiled now that you were behind a small curtain.
“Ahh, but I know it’s just a phase.” He shook his head and you playfully pushed his shoulder.
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