eddiemunsonxfemreader<3 fluff + angst oneshots

dealer💫

warnings: marijuana, smoking, cigarettes, cussing

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eddiexfemreader - you ran outta your supply so you decide that you have no other choice other than to visit eddie munson. you and him have always had a weird relationship but he's just your dealer, right?
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fuck.

i'm completely out. i smoked the last of it two days ago and then last night i scraped out the resin and smoked that so im actually completely out. so this means that i need to make a deal.

with the freak.

eddie has been dealing to me since freshmen year, he's cool, good weed. but it's always something with him. last time i bought from him, i came in his house and had to sit there for 20 minutes listening to him trying to learn how to play a Metallica song on his guitar. and there was this one time where he made me watch the second half of the shining with him while he was stoned as shit and he pointed out every single little detail in the movie.

lately he's gotten even flirtier with me. which i guess i'm not mad at. i actually like being around him. i've known him longer than anyone and sometimes it is nice to just hang out with someone. and even if everyone hates me, i can go to him because he's eddie. but tonight all i want is some good, fresh mary jane.

i'm driving to eddie's place now, it's kinda late but i know for a fact he's still up. it's a friday night and that means he will probably be staying up until at least 4am.

i whip around the corner and drive into the trailer park, i immediately see his trailer because it's close to the front, smoke is coming out his bedroom window and i see a peak of him inside sitting on his bed reading a comic and smoking a blunt. my headlights flash in and i see him look up at my car. as i pull into the driveway, he puts his blunt out and walks away into the house.

i put the car in park and turn the engine off, before i even make it out of the car, eddie's front door swings open revealing him. he looks straight at me, stepping out the drivers door and slamming it behind me. he stood there, wearing this purple tie dye pink floyd tshirt and obviously those black jeans. "heyyy there's my little pothead." he shouts from his front door. "says you. it's like 10pm and you're already fried." i say walking up to his porch.

"if you're here, that can only mean one thing. so you tell me, are you the one buying or are you the one supplying?" he asks with a big cocky smile on his face. i roll my eyes and smirk at him. "that's what i thought." he says opening up the door wide enough for me to enter. i stepped inside, immediately hearing eddie's music coming from down the hall. he shut the door then he waddled over into his room. i stood there awkwardly, wondering if i should follow him or just wait here. but soon enough he comes back out with the usual black lunch box, a lighter in his hand and a cigarette hanging from his lip.

he was kinda cute.

he plopped down on the couch and waved his hand towards the seat next him, inviting me to sit. so i do. i slowly sit next to him as he lights the cig and exhales smoke. the trailer was mostly quiet except for the music spiraling from down the hall and into the main area of the trailer. it's a mellow grunge rock, but it feels nice. i lean over to eddie and slip my fingers around the cigarette and take it from his mouth and put it to mine. he just stares at me contently as i do it. i take a long drag and then place it right back in between his lips. i then lean back a little bit, becoming comfortable. eddie smiles and turns his head back to the table where he opens up his lunch box and pulls out a bag, and with that he immediately starts packing a glass pipe. "what are you doing?" i ask quickly.

he puts his cigarette out on the table top, "well wouldn't you like to know?" he says in a wobbly voice, obviously high. "yes i would love to know because i just came here to pick up my drugs and go." i say hastily. "woah, you need to chill out. loosen up a bit." he says smuggly. "i'm buying weed from eddie munson, how much more chill do i need to get?" i laugh alone with my sentence because of how stupid he sounds. he takes the pipe up to his, lights it, and takes one long, big hit.