Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

California Dreamin'

Eddie's POV
Saturday, October 26th, 1985.

The sharp stench of something burning assaulted my nostrils as I peeked my head out from under the sheets. I rolled onto my side, rubbing my face as the blurry vacant divot in the bed beside me came into view. I pushed myself into a sitting position, hearing two muffled voices through my closed bedroom door.

"I've got it, don't worry," I was able to make out a muted feminine voice.

"Just don't burn the place down," The other voice, a deep gruffly drawl, answered with a chuckle. Then, faint laughter before the sound of the front door slamming closed. I threw the sheets off of me and stood from the bed, scratching my head as I walked out of my room towards the kitchen. As I turned the corner to the kitchenette, I saw an overwhelmed looking y/n, clad in one of my old sweaters and her jeans from the night before, stood in front of the stove. She unskillfully attempted flipping something with a spatula before burning her fingertips against the edge of the skillet.

"Son of a biscuit," Y/n grumbled to herself as she shook the afflicted hand.

"Hey," I yawned, stretching theatrically. "Who were you talking to? Wayne?"

"Oh, good morning," Y/n greeted me, her voice saccharine sweet as she tore her attention away from the stove. "Yeah, for a moment before he left for work."

"He was nice to you, right?," I asked worriedly, afraid he'd given her a hard time. He wasn't exactly good with new people.

"Don't worry, he was perfectly polite," She rolled her eyes at me as she went back to working on whatever she'd been cooking. "Had a lot to say about you, though."

"Oh really?" I asked, my interest piqued as I slowly sauntered into the kitchen. I leaned up against the counter beside the stove, facing her as I snached a piece of charred-beyond-recognition bacon off of a grease soaked plate. "Care to share?"

"Mm, I don't think I will," She shook her head. I whined, wordlessly begging for more information as I tore off a bite of the leathery bacon, it crunching painfully between my molars. She peered up from the stovetop once more, smirking amusedly at me. "He really didn't say too much, babe, just that you're super obsessed with me and that you never shut up about me."

"He didn't say that," I muttered in denial, an embarrassed blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"No, he didn't. I just like seeing you squirm," She giggled melodically. I sighed in relief internally. She wasn't far off from the truth, funnily enough, but there was no way in Hell I'd let her know that.

"You're a mean lady," I narrowed my eyes at her, pushing myself up from the counter and stumbling behind her as I snaked my arms around her waist and hugged her against my stomach. I rested my chin on her shoulder, peering down at the massacre in the pan. "Man, you are fucking up those eggs, huh?"

"Hey, I'm trying!" Y/n exclaimed glumly as she scraped the spatula over the charred bits stuck to the metal. "I think they're defective or something."

I lazily spanned my gaze over to the half empty carton, seemingly bare from her multiple attempts, the remaining eggs looking normal as ever.

"Nah, babe, I think it's just you," I shook my head, her tousled strands tickling against my cheek. She twisted her neck to peek over at me, her pouting lips millimeters from mine. Despite kissing her a hundred times at this point, her face being so close to mine still sent chills down my spine. I stood up straight and rested my hand on the small of her back to usher her to the side as I grabbed the pan off the burner. "Let me handle this before you go through the entire carton."