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black amethyst - eddie munson x reader

2.6k words i had a pretty hard night so :} i wrote this lil thing

warnings; none?

crystal mommy spiritual hippie reader and eddie dance in his room to fleetwood mac and enjoy life because it needs to slow down a bit sometimes.

“why are we listening to this again?” eddie complained. he was lounged on his bed, propped up by an excessive amount of pillows he stole from the couch in his living room, head facing the ceiling with his thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of his nose. he wore a thin gray tank top, the kind where the front swooped in a u-shape down onto his chest. there were cracked yellow letters on top of a red circle with a freaky looking thing on it- the judas priest logo from ‘82 screaming for vengeance. the age on the shirt shown, cracked and faded and the j on judas barely readable. he was just in his boxers, checkered black and white and very comfy looking.

his room was all shaded orange, the indiana sunset painting the room with a call for nocturnals to come out and play. his room, even with the golden orange infiltrating, was so dark. grungy. eddie had a habit of just leaving things places and not ever picking them up. you had once tried to help him clean up, but quickly got bored and just sat on his lap while he showed you his new def leppard tape; the band with 9 arms, a fact that you both thought was super metal. posters of heavy metal bands, the random comic book erotica, his prized guitar, colors of black and red and enough frightening imagery to make any child below the age of five to bawl and run to their parents.

but you were such a contrast in his room. smiling happily, bright crystals wrapped in wire adorning your fingers, another quartz dangling from your neck. you came to his house wearing a float top that tied at the front and a long patterned green skirt, but the top soon got ditched once you realized how fucking hot his house was. so now you were in the flowy skirt and your bra. it was comfortable. exposed skin didn’t have to be sexual to you and eddie. it often was, but that evening was just comfort.

you were dancing in the middle of his room, stevie nicks singing away on the tape you smuggled in his home and shoved in the player before he realized it.

“come on, babe,” you giggled. “stevie nicks is so rad! i would even say she’s metal.”

“don’t you ever say that again.”

you sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes for effect. you threw a knee up on his bed to sit yourself down on it, right next to his foot, the other tucked in his leg so his knee was up.

“edddiee,” you whined, poking his foot to get his attention as you shifted up the bed to plant yourself next to him on your side. your hand propped your head up, tricep laying across his scratchy sheets and brushing against his shoulder. “just give her a shot!”

“it’s so.. soft.”

“yeah, babe. that’s kind of the point.”

“but-“

you shushed him, lightly smacking his chest with your fingertips.

eddie huffed. he was pouting. his cheek fell to the mattress in your direction, his pretty face drenched in gold. he had his crazy hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail with one of your scrunchies you had left at his place, which he immediately stole.

“i just don’t get why you like this stuff!” eddie exclaimed, his fingers catching hold of the fabric of your skirt at his hip.

“it’s pretty!” you argued. “it feels like.. sticking your head out on a drive and feeling all the wind. or.. how an amethyst looks- speaking of which, you should really put some of that in here, it’s ge-“

eddie quickly finished your sentence, “really dark and scary, i know sweetheart.” he flipped over to his side, rolling closer to you.

“maybe it wouldn’t be so scary if you,” eddie emphasized by pouncing on your waist with a playful roughness, fingers tickling your sides, “weren’t in here, little demon!”

you squealed, knees flying up to your stomach as you giggled and tried to rip away his hands. his cold rings pressed into your skin gently and his dull nails grazed against you as he tickled you, loud snicker trickling into your ears.

“eddie! eddie, okay, okay!” you exasperated through laughs, feeling his hands go limp so you could pull them away.

he had a wicked smile on his face, long dimples in his cheeks waving hello as his eyes squinted a tad.

“ah, you surrender! i’ve captured the princess!” he exclaimed with a dramatized fairytale accent as he planted his hands on either side of your face, carefully lowering himself onto his forearms. he had a tendency to fall into dnd mode, but you didn’t mind. it was fun. he was fun.

“no! i never said i surrender! it’s a truce, eddie. and i’m not a princess, you should know that!” you joked, reaching up to bop him on the nose. he scrunched his face up, shaking his head off like a dog after a bath. he looked so adorable, with the little glint in his eyes and mischief written over his cheeks.

“ohh, right. totally forgot. more of a witch-fairy-gnome thing.”

you scoffed playfully and punched his chest with a featherlight touch.

“sure. witch-fairy-gnome thing,” you agreed, reluctantly of course, rolling your eyes with a grin. “so what does that make you?”

he widened his eyes theatrically, dropping his jaw to gasp. “oh, little old me!” eddie croaked with an ostentatious quirk in his voice, where it got all high pitched and medieval. “i am just the gracious peasant whom saved the beauty from the horrors of pop music!”

you giggled through open teeth, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely, eddie leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek.

“stevie is not pop music!” you argued optimistically. he swung his leg to the other side of you so he was fully hovering on top of your figure, legs tangling with each other. “listen, ‘takes to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover?’ you think cyndi lauper wrote that?”

he must’ve got bored, or his arms got tired in that position, so he fell to your side on his back. you took the perfect opportunity to hoist yourself up on his stomach, perched up there and slouching down until your chest hit his.

“sure, baby. whatever you say,” he sighed, acting the role of some some tired old retiree. he grabbed the end of his thin comforter, pulling it up to rest over your hips. you snuggled into the crook of his neck, placing a palm on his chest, humming.

“just listen to it, eds. hush.”

he wrapped his arms around your waist, barring you into the warmth of his body. his thumbs rubbed small circles into your spine. he fell into silence, and you two just laid there on his bed. stevie nicks and lindsey buckingham took turns singing into the room, the sounds of acoustic guitar and banjo vibrating into both of your blood. it pumped into his heart at a steady pace, matching to the tempo of the music. you listened to it, cherished it, let your eyes close and left the strands of curly hair itching the back of your neck. after a while, you felt one of his thumbs tap steadily against your skin, intently following the drums in the song playing. it forced a smile from you.

eddie took one of his hands from your waist, gently picking up your palm to kiss the amethyst ring on your middle finger tenderly. he pressed another kiss to your palm before splaying it over his collarbone.

“s’ a full moon tonight, eddie.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you said.

“what’s that mean?”

you reached up, left a lazy kiss to his jaw. “the moons in aquarius, so.. it’s full of life. gratitude. trusting the universe to bring you good.”

“hm,” he hummed, running his fingertips over the line of your bicep.

you could always tell when eddie enjoyed a song. his head bobbed, eyebrows twitched to the guitar like it was singing through him, his toes would tap. you found that he particularly reacted positively to rhiannon, a song about a free, careless woman who flew into the sweet night and the potential love she offered. it reminded him of someone.

someone who loved him, who let her hair blow in the wind and bugs to crawl over her legs when they got curious. who had a smile that could get her her own sitcom, but she wouldn’t take it because it would lock her down too much. prevent her from dancing in the flowers and hold crystals to her chest nightly. the woman who took his hand and pulled the both of them into lover’s lake on a cold night, laughing and pushing her hair back. the woman who kissed his cheek and clapped giddily when eddie finished his new campaign pitch to her.

he replayed the song once it skipped to the next, insisting that, “no, it just.. last play was weird, i wanna try it again.”

you grinned. by the second chorus, your legs were getting too antsy. they were too still, too dormant. you had too much buzz in you. so you jumped up onto your knees suddenly, clumsily leaning over eddie below you. he raised an eyebrow slightly, hands falling from your waist from the new increase in distance. you chewed your bottom lip, the corners of your lips twitching upwards. you suddenly scrambled off of his bed, leaving eddie to slowly sit up, very confused.

“dance with me.”

“what?”

you sighed, reaching down to his bed to grab his forearms and forcefully pull him up to his feet with a goofy, wide smile.

“(y/n)-“

“come onn,” you whined as he struggled to balance onto his feet. you helped him by placing his hands on your sides, which betrayed you in the end when he pulled your balance away from you so he could find his.

you eventually found your footing, standing chest to chest on the raggedy carpet. he shot you a very unimpressed, grumpy look with his lips pursed but slightly parted in the middle, big brown eyes narrowed at you.

"i don't dance! i'm like.. a dry noodle or somethin'.." eddie argued, pushing your wrists away from him with faux resentment.

"ohh, you liar!" you exclaimed, your grin growing across your face. it made him smile.

"i'm not lying!"

"you are totally lying. what about slayer, huh?" you giggled.

eddie let out a loud gasp, faking offense with his palm thrown across his heart, twisting his body away from you slightly. "that is not even comparable, you witch!"

"that's what the song's about. just hush and dance with me?" you pleaded, giving him the biggest doe eyes you could, puffing your bottom lip out far more than necessary and fluttering your eyelashes. he couldn't say no.

eddie rolled his eyes around, circling his head for effect. his hand fell to his side for you to gently grab, smiling victoriously. you lifted them both up, hoisting his arms over to drape over your shoulders. you shuffled closer to him, to where his forearms hung over you, hands falling limp at the end of his long arms. you hooked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you and locking your hands together at his back.

"you're leading this very romantic and put-together dance?" eddie interrogated, admitting defeat by letting you pull and position him in whatever way you wanted.

you mumbled a 'yup!' and pecked his lips. the mumble quickly turned into humming to rhiannon, matching stevie nick's tune as your thumbs matched the beat against eddie's back. you swayed yourself back and forth, by extension, eddie was unwillingly rocking with you.

and then eddie smiled. he watched you intently, lips curling into a closed grin. all he could feel was love and adoration. you looked like a fucking forest fairy goddess, singing in your bra and a long patterned skirt you probably got from a thrift store. he could feel your crystal rings pressing into his shirt, and it was a feeling he could keep forever. that crystal hung around your neck must have been doing something, because you had him under some sort of spell. and when you glanced into his eyes, every single time, there was just one word flashing over and over again in them.

he took a deep inhale, letting it escape slowly and loudly. and in that, he let all of his anxieties escape him. there was no elvish language he had to draft, no basketball player to worry about randomly beating him to a pulp. he could just be for a minute or two. be free like you, bathing in the soft glow of the sunset and the aura of crystals and the scent of burnt incense. it was just.. relief. relief that he could find someone that was immune to the horrors of the world, that stayed.. well, you. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, pressing his palm against your scalp to press your cheek into his chest.

the song described you beautifully, in words that james hetfield could never find. taken by the sky, but dark and mysterious. but he knew, deep in his totally dark and metal heart, he had won. you promised him heaven and completely delivered it.

and so you stood there, swaying back and forth in the same spot for the rest of rhiannon. you heard him beginning to hum to the bridge, and he felt your teeth exposing themselves in a grin buried in his shirt. he stroked the back of your hair with the slow tempo of the song, sometimes scratching your neck. in return, you scratched up and down his back, slow and gentle and in no hurry. you both stayed that way for never going back again, and then gold dust woman, and then world turning. all of it.

"what crystal is that, baby?" eddie suddenly asked in the middle of the last song, moving his hand to gently grasp at the little stone hung around your neck with wire and a black cord.

you hummed. "black amethyst."

"..woah."

he lifted it up from your chest, examining it closely, even subtly moving you into the light to look at it.

"harmony, clears negativity.. balance," you lazily explained, closing your eyes lightly as he looked at it.

"it's cool. really cool."

you lifted up from his chest. "you want it?"

eddie took a second, pondering, making sure you weren't joking. and then he nodded rapidly, very urgently. you gave him the biggest smile and his heart warmed, flew to the sky a little bit.

you released him from your hold, just to reach up and unclasp your necklace at the back. you held it in front of him, and it was like you were hypnotizing him. he stared at the little black-purple rock, illuminated by the dim lights of his room and the leaving sunlight from outside. it sparkled slightly when he looked at it, and you sparkled when he looked at you. you reached around his neck with either side of the cord necklace and clasped it on the closest one you could find.

"dude.." eddie said, nodding and lifting up the crystal from his own chest to look at it. "metal."

you giggled, leaning in to press a big kiss against his cheek, holding his face in your other palm to press him to your lips further.

"soo... stevie nicks?" you asked, expecting your confirmation win in determining that fleetwood mac was good. great, even. and with you listening to it, in his arms, humming and singing and talking about whatever you wanted, fleetwood mac was way more than great. he decided he would probably end up falling asleep to it every night.

eddie laughed, returned to his position hugging you around your neck, kissing your lips just to be sure.

"stevie nicks is metal."

#holds this so gently #this is adorable #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

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