Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Flea

❌EXTREME ANGST AND PINING, EDDIE IS INCAPABLE OF SPEAKING ABOUT YOU LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. HIS INNER MONOLOGUE IS VERY MUCH TWILIGHT-ESQUE.❌

TW: detailed description of animal death, blood, detailed description of character death, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, praise kink.

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Halloween was just around the corner, the holiday is a big deal at the bar. You were tasked with decorating, spider webs and spooky lighting. A ghost on a pulley system that would fly at the front entrance each time the door opened. A surplus of gummy worms and candy fingers to throw in drinks. You even found a fog machine in the storage room, you planned to put it behind the bar, the ghostly effect would look awesome with the green Christmas lights you'd strung around the inside of the bar. Three full days of hard work just for one night. And you couldn't even enjoy it!

You'd be a sweating mess by the end of the night after being forced to take down all the decorations, wipe the bar spotless of all the Halloween themed vomit, usher people out the door at last call. As much as you dreaded Halloween night, you were prepared. Danny had prepped for this. His niece was home from college and she'd be helping you, he'd even hired a bouncer for the night.

The week had been busy of course, but you'd carved out some time for Eddie. He clocked in at work an hour early every morning so he could spend time with you before you left for work. He was so sweet, he'd even left you a note on one occasion for you to find when you returned from work. It was short but the note was meaningful, 10 or so words to tell you how much he enjoyed spending time with you. A stick figure rendition of the two of you, presumably in Halloween costumes. He'd drawn himself with devil horns and vampire fangs, and you with angel wings and a halo, sword fighting each other.

He'd beamed with pride when he saw that you had it displayed on your fridge under a Garfield magnet you'd stolen from his house. Not that anyone other than the two of you and Flea would see it.

Your outside cat had officially taken root inside your home, Flea had his own bed, scratching post, all the things a kitty could need and more in his own section of the living room. Though you refused to own a litter box so you'd made Eddie install a cat flap for Flea after getting the modification approved by your landlord. The one piece of good advice you'd received from your mother was 'Never trust a man who hates cats. They hate cats because they can't control them, they're not obedient like dogs. Don't let anyone treat you like a dog.'

Eddie had cleared the cat test with flying colors, bringing Flea treats and scooping him up into his lap. Flea seemed to like him even after his initial distaste for him. You concluded that Flea was only reflecting your own annoyance at Eddie on the night they'd first met each other.

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You pulled up your drive, the living room light on. Eddie had used the spare key you'd hidden for him to get a head start on costume designs. The band had taken the night off, as well as tomorrow night in honor of the holiday, or rather so they could all get wasted two nights in a row, and have Sunday to recoup. No reason to practice when they'd all be to hammered to stand.

You walked in to find him sprawled out on the living room floor, a tangle of metal clothes hangers and taped sheets of paper with a pattern in sharpie on them, and a pair of panty hose lay before him. He'd even stopped at the dollar store and picked up some plastic gems and glitter to add to his creation. His legs up behind him, swinging his socked feet back and forth as he concentrated on his work. His tongue poking out, helping him focus.

You were surprised to find out over the next hour that he didn't celebrate the holiday with the same amount of enthusiasm that you did.

"It's not that I don't like Halloween! I do, I just never really dressed up for it." He shrugged his shoulders as he hot glued panty hose to a wire hanger he'd bent into the shape of a fairy wing.