Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Dark Necessities

*VERY graphic smut towards the end...I was feeling some type of way.*

Y/N's POV
Saturday, October 12th, 1985.

My eyes scanned the pages of the tattered book in my hands, my lips moving involuntarily as I subconsciously mouthed each word to myself. I'd read it a multitude of times already- this fact being proven by the worn outer cover and frayed binding- but on a rainy afternoon like this, it was impossible to fight the urge to reach for Wuthering Heights and delve into the fictional Brontë-an world once more. Every now and then, when my eyes became weary and I allowed myself to tear away from my immersion in the West Yorkshire moors, I'd rest my head in my arms and look out to the somber sky through my blinds and watch the thunderstorm raging beyond my window. My eyelids were drooping at this point, with me barely being able to focus them on the yelllowed pages in front of me, and I allowed myself to put the book down once more and commence in my usual reading-break ritual. However, this time I let my eyes fade closed, just for a moment. I felt myself drifting and I labored to resist sleep, but between the rain pattering on my roof up above and the purring cat sprawled out on my back, I didn't stand a chance.

Too soon, I was yanked out of my peaceful slumber by the obnoxious trill of the phone ringing off the hook on my bedside table. I rubbed my face, my eyes crusted and cheeks wettened from drool, as I looked out my window to see a deep orange sunset, the thunderstorm completely subsided. The phone incessantly rang on, begging to be answered, before I obliged and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I croaked groggily as I let my face fall back down onto my pillow.

"Were you sleeping?" Eddie's deep rasp sounded through the phone.

"Oh, hey, Eds," I greeted him with a yawn, a sleepy smile creeping onto my face at the sound of his voice. "Not anymore. What's up?"

"Nothin' really. What're you doing later?" He asked on the other side of the line.

"Catching up on homework probably," I said, pushing myself up to rest on my forearms.

"On a Saturday night? Boring!" Eddie hollered, making me cringe as I slightly removed the phone from my ear from his yelling.

"I'm hanging up now," I grumbled, shuffling my body towards the receiver.

"Wait!" He exclaimed, making me pause. "Gareth told me about this drive-in in the next town over and they're supposed to be showing Friday the 13th Part III tonight. You down?"

"I guess so, when?" I asked as I rubbed the rest of the sleep from my eyes.

"I'll probably come get you in like 30 minutes, if that's cool," Eddie said, his voice accompanied by the faint sound of him tapping his rings against the phone in his hand. I agreed, yawning once more, before hanging up. I stretched exaggeratedly as I rose from my bed and staggered over to my dresser. I stripped out of my pajamas and kicked them to the side before rummaging through my drawers in search of my favorite jeans. After not finding them, or any jeans for that matter, I remembered that I'd done laundry this morning and that they were all in the wash. It also came to my realization upon pondering it for a moment, that I'd never gotten around to switching the laundry over, so all of my jeans were currently sopping wet. I groaned, cursing myself silently, as I went back to digging through my dresser for any bottoms at all. The best I could come up with was a pair of denim shorts and I slid them on, despite the chilled weather outside. I decided to pair them with an oversized sweater and knee socks in an effort to prevent myself from freezing to death.

Speaking of death, I looked like it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I glowered at my reflection, scrunching my nose at my bed head and the faint indents left on my face from pressing my face into the sheets while I slept. I walked out of my bedroom and went into the bathroom, where I splashed some water on my face in an attempt to bring some life back to it before taking a comb to my hair to start working on the tangles. Once satisfied with my hair, I briskly brushed my teeth and put on a little bit of makeup before flicking the bathroom light off and heading downstairs to quickly switch over the laundry before it mildewed. As I went back into the living room to grab my shoes, I stopped dead in my tracks, startled, upon seeing Eddie sitting on the couch with Ozzy in his lap.