To The End || EDDIE MUNSON x READER||

Hair!

"Y/N, you gotta come over. Eddie locked himself in the bathroom," Wayne says quickly over the phone. "He won't let me in."

"What? Why?" I ask, already grabbing my keys.

"He said it's an emergency. Just—please, hurry."

"I'm coming!" I hang up and drive to the trailer park as fast as possible, heart pounding but also a little amused. With Eddie, an "emergency" could mean anything.

When I park, I don't even bother knocking—Wayne's used to it by now. I run straight inside.

Wayne's sitting on the couch, shaking his head.
"Bathroom," he sighs, pointing down the hall.

I knock. "Eddie, it's me! Open the door!"

There's a groan. "Thank god!" The door swings open—and I instantly burst into laughter.

He's standing there, hair uneven and choppy, his bangs practically slanted across his forehead. He looks like a rock star who lost a fight with a weed whacker.

"Your—your bangs," I choke out between laughs.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he huffs, crossing his arms.

"What did you do?" I manage, trying to stop laughing.

"They were getting too long, so I tried to trim them," he mutters defensively.

"Why didn't you just go somewhere?" I ask.

"Because last time they messed it up."

I raise a brow. "You just did the same thing!"

He sighs in defeat. "Just... please fix it."

I grin. "Alright, sit up here," I say, patting the bathroom counter.

He hops up obediently, long legs dangling over the edge, while I grab the scissors and comb. I stand between his knees, trying not to smile too much as I start trimming away the uneven parts.

A few minutes later, I hold up the mirror. "I saved your ass."

He looks—and then that big, boyish grin spreads across his face. "You're a lifesaver."

Before I can respond, his hands are suddenly on either side of my face, warm and gentle, and he leans down to kiss me.

I melt into it, pressing into him until his back hits the mirror with a quiet thud. He slides off the counter, turning the kiss deeper, and then I feel his hand grab mine—pulling me quickly toward his room.

He shuts the door behind us and presses me gently down onto the bed, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "Thank you for fixing my hair, sweethea—"

I cut him off, tugging him down by his shirt collar, and his words disappear into my mouth. His kiss turns soft but insistent, careful but full of heat. My fingers twist in his shirt, pulling him closer until his arms wrap tight around me and we fall onto the bed, laughing breathlessly between kisses.

"Eddie, are you okay?" Wayne's voice echoes down the hall.

Eddie freezes. "Oh, shit."

The door cracks open. "Shit! Sorry, guys—" Wayne's eyes go wide before he slaps a hand over them and slams the door shut again.

There's a beat of silence—then we both lose it.

"Did you see his face?" I wheeze, tears forming in my eyes.

Eddie's practically crying from laughter. "No, he was covering it!"

We both collapse back onto the bed, laughing so hard we can barely breathe.