Eddie Munson Imagines

Tongue.

You never noticed it before. But since you hooked up with Eddie Munson at Steve Harringtons house party a week ago. It's like the experience has shined a light on Munson. You started to notice the tiniest little things about him.  Like those god damn rings. Does he never remove them? Even to wash his hands? It doesn't seem like it. They're always on the same fingers every single time. His hair. It's always a mess. Does he brush it?
His personal hygiene was good,he didn't reek,except maybe for cigarettes and booze,but who didn't?
You were sitting in biology. Eddie sat a row head of you to your right.  It was dissection day and the class was guts deep inside a poor little  froggy. You wanted no part of it and your bio partner didn't either so the two of you sat back and relaxed taking an F for the assignment.
You looked over to the right as you seen Eddie. He was so captivated,lost in the task at hand,you could tell because his tongue was out. You laughed to yourself as you watched him yanking out some frog anatomy with the tools he was given. He gently waved it in from of his partner's face cheering himself on in his victory.
After school you were at your locker putting away the books you didn't need and you seen Eddie chatting up with a few grade nine kids and he was using one of their backs to write something down on a paper. Once again. His tongue was out. You smiled to yourself,only this time he caught you. You quickly look away and pretend to preoccupy yourself with gathering your stuff. You shut your locker but your charm bracelet gets caught in the door! In your peripheral you can see Eddie approaching fast,but you are stuck. Internally you're screaming.

"Hey,(y/n). How's it going?"

"Good. Great,Munson. You?" You say with your wrist awkwardly attached to your locker.

"I'm alright. Say,you wanna hangout out after the game tonight? I'll be at Hellfire meeting,you can join us if you want." He offered.

"I-I can't. I'm stuck." You say.more than embarrassed.

"You alright?" He looks at you concerned.

"My wrist."

Eddie looks at your wrist,seeing that your bracelet is stuck in the door.

"(Y/l/n)!! How did you manage that?!" He chuckles.

He jiggles the lock and latch but it doesn't budge. He pats down his pockets and then looks at you.

"Do you mind?" He points up at your hair and carefully pulls out one of you bobby-pins and shoves it a few times  into the locker latch.

You look at him and his tongue as he focused on getting you free.You held back your smile and laughter this time.

"Why do you do that?" You said no louder than a whisper.

"What was that?" He asked.

POP!! Went the locker and your wrist was free,but your bracelet fell to the floor.

Eddie picked it up

"Oh,it isn't broken." He puts the bracelet around your wrist.

Once again with sheer focus,his tongue was out,curled upward as he clasped your bracelet on you.

It was beginning to eat away at you. You had to know. So you asked again.

"Why do you do that? With your tongue?"

"There's a lot more I can do with this tongue." He smiles,laughing at himself.

You shake your head smiling at the dork beside you.