Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Pretentious Ass

CW: alcohol, shouting, aggression, spicy daydreaming

"Eddie stop! Wait! I forgot my wings!" You panicked, so mad at yourself for forgetting the most important part of your costume. With out the wings you were sure you'd just look like a high society hooker.

"I didn't." He grinned reaching behind the passenger seat and accidentally smacking you with them in the process. "Oh shit! Oops." He giggled a bit, before setting them in your lap and running a thumb over your cheek. Stealing a glance at you while he drove.

"It's okay, I'll survive I guess." You joked back at him, gazing over at the man next to you.

He was so handsome, so goofy. While his outward appearance resembled that of a Metal Edge front cover, once you flipped through the pages he was more like a sexy version of Rocky & Bullwinkle.

His skin pale with the most dazzling collection of freckles dotting his cheeks and nose. The shirt he wore was tight, more so than his usual relaxed fit. It accentuates his arms, tattoos flexing as he drove, tapping the steering wheel with vigor. His messy mane moved in tandem with his body as he flung himself back and forth, nearly earning a concussion from the steering wheel each time he flung himself forward. His lips a pinky blush, wetted by the tip of his tongue peeking out against his top lip.

Thanking the universe he was slowing to a halt at a stop light when he took his hands off the wheel and ran them down his face. Head thrown back and Adam's apple poking from the thin skin of his throat. He dragged his fingers down, as if he were melting while the last bit of "A Fine Day To Die" by Bathory rang out of the speakers.

His voice rumbled from the depths of his chest, a loud and booming scream of, "Die! Die! Die!" Before he pretended to wither away, succumbing to the sounds of agony in the background, crumbling against the steering wheel just as the light turned to green.

"When am I gonna get to see you in action on stage?" Floored by the performance just for you, you wondered what he must sound like when he's belting lyrics of his own creation.

"Soon enough babydoll." He winked and clasped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you over the console to leave a peck on your forehead. "Now shhhh, don't interrupt Ozzy."

He continued his personal concert by howling along with Ozzy for 'Bark At The Moon'. Ironic really if you think about it. You chuckled at the sight of it. His lips puckered up to the sky, letting out a shrill howl before he turned to you and flashed a devilish grin, his fangs on display as they caught the glow of the street lights momentarily.

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Eddie POV

I love her. I love her. I love her.

I could smell it, the pheromones. The endorphins she was secreting bubbled up and floated toward me. She was so happy. She was so genuinely happy and just because of me. No external influences, me and her alone in the car. I was just being me, doing what I do alone while I drive. The smell was akin to sex, a delicious musk that blankets me in a warm hug. My stomach flipped, I was making myself sick by being here next to her on an almost empty stomach.

My hands gripped the steering wheel with such strength that the faux leather cover gave way under my palm. I felt it slide over the metal underneath, the glue cracked in that spot. All the joy and carefree feelings I felt moments ago, dwindled rapidly while a new, familiar, disgusting sensation replaced it.

She looked at me... after all that I've done, with such big beautiful eyes and told me through them that she may feel the same way. Maybe it's the music. Maybe it's my plan for tonight. Maybe I'm just fucking delusional.