E.M - am I in heaven? ✧
eddie munson x reader
summary: you hear a thud outside of your window, a loud one, only to find a random man, faced down on the grass and he says you are an angel. Based off this amazing video that gave me the brainworm.
warnings: alcohol, drunkness, mentions of pain, eddie is kinda injured, eddie is so cute, too cute, and you're way too obsessed with your dog. eddie flirting with you without any shame, tooth rotting fluff where you have to get your teeth pulled out
a/n: this is so cringe, i know it is, its very wattpady and so tooth rottingly cute that it makes you wince. anyways, enjoy if you want some stupid drunk eddie to flirt with you. didn't proofread. also @andvys swears this is not cringe, i do not think so
AM I IN HEAVEN?
The banging, the music completely loud and vibrating at every window, the people cheering, the chanting of them coaxing someone to drink, and the steps that signaled jumping and some dancing. A full-on party, filled with people in a very small one-floor apartment.
A party you were not at.
You were staring at the ceiling of your living room, hearing the loud stomps, and you feared the floor might cave in, and just a bunch of people would fall into your home. You grumbled underneath your breath, cuddling Roxas close to you on the couch as you sat cross-legged. And of course, he is the cutest dog ever. Pictures hung around your home, of him, of you and him, and you just kept adding them because– Your dog was a mix of dalmatian… with a corgi, and you were just so in love with him that you called him your son sometimes.
A loud cheer from your neighbor makes you wince, glaring at your roof. Steve Harrington. You knew your personalities would clash the moment he moved in, but he was still a nice guy. He told you he was going to throw a small ‘moving in’ party with some friends, so you really couldn’t complain because he had warned you, but–
“Uh huh, small he said.” You got up from your couch, Roxas whining from the loss of cuddle, hopping down with his small legs, and following you towards the kitchen. Your complex was small, just a set of six apartments, divided into three floors. You were happy to be on the bottom floor, with easy access for when you have to go grocery shopping and not take the bags upstairs. Since it’s just two flights of stairs, the necessity for an elevator was none, so it seems. Hopefully, the people who live on the top floors don’t break their legs or something any time soon.
A loud crash startled you as you were pouring some wine into your glass, and you shook your head at that, wondering what artifact could have fallen. Yeah, Steve and you were going to clash. An extrovert against an introvert. This was not gonna go well in the long run. You heard Roxas softly bark at you, and you looked down to see him sticking one paw out while sitting. You giggled and opened a jar that contained his chew sticks, grabbing one for him.
“Only one. You had two already today, but I am allowing this because it’s the weekend.” He looks so fucking cute, you can’t help but grab the phone out of your hoodie and wiggle the stick in front of you so he wouldn’t stop looking at you, and that stupid baby voice came out of your lips. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good booooy~?”
You snapped a picture and then gave the stick to him, looking at how he ran away with his little legs, making you squeal at the cuteness of it. You grabbed your glass and walked towards your room, where your gaming setup and bed awaited you. You looked towards your bookcase and then to your pc. Gaming or reading? Can you even read with how loud everything was upstairs?
To answer your question, you heard some guy scream nonsense, and it seems it was on the balcony right above your window. You rolled your eyes and put the glass on the desk, turning your pc on, your mind racing with the decision of what to play tonight. You could always play that new game that came out, that one that is like a roleplay–
CLANK. THUD.
“What the fuck!?” Your head snapped towards your window. What the fuck was that bang!? You rushed towards it and looked through to see a figure on the grass. You gasped as worry filled your body, and you yanked your window open, letting the cool air enter your room.
“Ngh…” It was a mop of long black hair sprawled, face down, hands pressed on the grass, and at least they sounded alive?
“Oh my fucking god…” You looked up to see Steve’s balcony and then back down towards the body that was just outside your window. “Are you alright!?”
“Jst– eachy–” You heard the guy, and he was not moving, already worrying you, and you were about to get out of your window to check on him, but then you saw his head slowly lift up and turn to look at you. His eyes were brown, pupils completely blown from the alcohol and red from obvious extra substances. Grass clings over his face and hair, and he was at least talking, so it’s a good sign.
“Are you okay? I’m getting you help–”
“Well fuck me– Am I in heaven?”
“What?” You were startled as you looked at this guy who suddenly smiled cheekily at you and managed to turn his body, wincing in pain as he did so, and then resting his head on his left hand while his elbow pressed on the grass.
“You are one fine as fuck Angel. I honestly–” A hiccup. “Honestly thought I w’s gon’ go to hell but– it seems I got redempted!” You were stunned, staring at this stranger who was– trying to flirt with you? Or did he truly think he was dead?
“Do you mean… redeemed?”
“Hot and intelligent? I won the lottery in the angel department–” He tried to do a finger gun at you with his free hand and– you looked down at yourself, at your cookie monster pants, your black hoodie, your hair a mess, your face washed… what was this guy on?
“Okay, um–” You saw him wobble and fall on his back, and you cursed at yourself, making sure your phone was in the pocket of your hoodie. “Wait there!”
You put on your slippers and rushed out of your room, passing by Roxas, who was still eating the chew stick on the couch. He raised his head to look at you moving around your living room looking for your house keys, and when you finally caught them, you grabbed your trainee medical bag and ran to the door.
You waved goodbye to Roxas and told him to stay, rushing out of your apartment and messaging Steve. You were rounding the building, trying to find where the guy might still be lying and hopefully not dead. You knew Steve was not going to answer your texts, and you cannot really waste time going to look for him. This guy might have a concussion, and you can’t wait around for Steve to message you back in his obvious state of drunkenness, or for anyone up there to actually help you.
You turned the corner, and the guy was still lying on his back, mumbling to himself, or was he singing? You approached him, leaning down so you would be looking directly at his face. A goofy grin spread on his lips and– well, shit, he’s cute.
“My angel! I thought you left me!”
“Okay big guy, what’s your name?” You asked, looking all over his exposed arms to look for any signs of broken bones or cuts, but it was hard to tell with all the tattoos. Good tattoos at that.
“You checking the great Eddie Munson out, baby?” Eddie. Okay. You rolled your eyes at his antics and looked back at his face. You kneeled down next to him, opening your bag with all your medical tools inside.
“I’m checking to see if you have any other injuries.” You got your small light pen and turned it on, leaning down closer to his face. He was still smiling up at you, and this was going to be a hard thing to decipher because the guy was drunk.
“And what is my beautiful angel’s name?” You couldn’t help the small tug at the corner of your lips as you pulled his left bottom eyelid down and shone the light in his eye to look for signs of a concussion. You told him your name as he winced, and then you moved on to the right eye.
“Hard to tell with those dilated, drunk, and high pupils, Mr. Munson.” You sighed and put the pen back in your bag. “Can you sit up?”
“Anything for my guardian Angel.” You help him sit up, a loud groan escaping him, but still managing to sit and face you with that dopey smile on his lips, and showing his dimples off as if it were an exhibition. “So, do angels go on dates with humans?”
This guy still thinks he is dead?
“I don’t know if you are playing stupid to just flirt with me, but I suggest you tell me because if you are not faking it, confusion is a symptom of a concussion–” And it seems that you sobered him up at that, knowing he might have to go to the ER.
“I know I’m alive, but here you are, checking on me like a hot nurse. Looks pretty angelical to me.” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, which only makes you sigh as you raise one index finger up in front of his face.
“Follow my finger without moving your head.” You start moving it from left to right, and you can see him holding in his own giggles, but aside from the drunkenness, his reflexes are good. “How old are you?”
“Damn, getting to the age basis already? Fuck yes– Twenty-Six sweetheart.” Just one year older than you are. You lowered your finger as you inspected his face for injuries, bumps, or bruises.
“Alrighty, and do you know where you are?”
“In front of the most beautiful person I’ve seen all night– NO! All week, or– make it a month or two.” He slurred, smiling at you still as you felt your face flush with embarrassment. It’s been a while since you’ve been complimented. When was the last time you went out with someone? You shook those thoughts away; you can’t think of something like that with the drunk man in front of you.
“You have a way with words, but honestly, whose party did you attend?” You insist,ed and you saw how he pointed up at the balcony.
“Steve’s. The bastard who didn’t tell me that he has a beautiful, hot nurse as a neighbor.” You snorted at that, feeling your cheeks burn slightly at the compliment. You cleared your throat as you saw him sway in his place to the music above.
“Well, it doesn't look like you have a concussion. You probably fell on your stomach rather than your head.”
“Aw, wait– Is the examination over? I think I have more owies on– uh– my arm! Yeah, my right arm.” You squinted at him, knowing he was definitely lying, but he still smiled at you, dopily so.
“Hmm… Let me see.” You indulged because– Who are you kidding? This guy is fucking cute. He looks so threatening with his heavy metal look, but he is definitely a dork. A very enchanting, charismatic dork. You grabbed his hand, much larger than yours, and you pulled his arm upwards and–
“AH, FUCK!” He winced and tried to move away from you and, oh–
“Well fuck, Eddie, you might have to go to the ER after all, you fell on your arm. It might be sprained.” It seems the pain sobered him up a bit, and then he put his arm down as you let go of his hand, taking your phone out to call Steve.
“Wait, wait– Okay, I’ll go, but first, is it a really bad time to ask the hot nurse for her phone number?” He tried to smile through the sudden pain, but his face was very contorted. You didn’t know if he truly meant this, or if it was just a drunk display. Just flirting thanks to the alcohol.
But what if you don’t give him your number and you regret it later? He is very cute, but what if he doesn’t call you? Or message you? Now that would be a punch to your confidence. But– Fuck it, you opened your mouth to speak only for some people to start yelling, making you turn your head.
“Fuck, Munson! You fell from the fucking balcony!?” You saw Steve walking towards you two with another boy next to him, he was blonde, wearing a mullet, a very 80’s look in your opinion. They didn’t seem as drunk as you expected or heard.
“I was just admiring the outside, and I may have leaned too far out.” You heard Eddie talk and smile innocently at the two men towering over both of you. “But look! Hot nurse here is taking care of me, so you two can go–”
“Oh no, you need to go to the ER!” You shoot a glare at him, and he pouts at you.
“Wait, the ER?” Okay, you heard the slur in the unidentified man’s voice.
“Yeah, I think he fell on his arm and sprained it. He doesn’t seem to have a concussion, but also check for that.” Steve nodded at you, and you slowly got up, grabbing your bag and phone while the other two helped Eddie. The metal head winced in pain when the blonde guy grabbed him by the arm, and he apologized to him and helped him up by the waist while Steve wrapped his good arm over his shoulders.
“I’ll make Nance drive since she is sober, and we’ll take him to the ER. Thank you for taking care of this dumbass.” Steve smiled at you, and you reciprocated weakly as Eddie pouted, his feet giving up on him as he tried to step forward towards you.
“But I want my Angel’s number–”
“You caused enough trouble.” The blonde man said with a roll of his eyes, and you wanted to interrupt, tell him it’s okay, and have your number but– the situation was not the best to do so. Maybe some other time.
“Go to the ER. You know where I live.” At your boldness, you felt your entire body flush with how that could be perceived; the three men were stunned while looking at you. You blinked a few times and opened your mouth to defend yourself, only for barking and whining to be heard. You turned your head to see a snout peeking from the edge of the window, inside your room. It seems Roxas smelled you, and the short-legged dude cannot even reach to look over the window. “- Fuck, I gotta go. Get better Eddie!”
You walked off as quickly as you could, not looking back from the embarrassment. What made you think he meant anything he said? He is drunk! And high! And maybe you didn’t check him right, and he truly has a concussion. He most likely won’t remember you the next day. He’ll just have a very nasty headache and super-painful joints.
You rapidly got into your house, Roxas speeding towards you to start jumping for your attention, his tail wagging rapidly. You felt drained, the awkwardness of the whole situation taking more of your social battery than expected. The stupid comments, and you blushing and smiling like an idiot at the most minor of compliments. You seriously need to get out more.
“Kill me, Roxas.”
You were getting ready to take Roxas out on a walk. It was a nice day out, and despite the party above you, sleep got to you rather quickly. You put on his light blue harness as he tippy tapped in excitement, knowing he gets to go to the park.
“I know you’re excited, but you have to behave, okay?” You heard him ‘awoo’ softly, and you smiled as you patted his head. “Alright, let’s go.”
You leashed him and grabbed your purse with all your things inside, plus treats and potty bags for your dog. You grabbed your keys and opened the door, walking out and turning to close it, only to be startled by Roxas letting out a bark. You locked the door with a frown and looked towards the corridor to see–
What the fuck was he doing here!? Why is he out in the front door of the building!? Why is he holding flowers!? Just what in the world is going on– You saw Eddie spotting you through the glass, and he gave you a shy smile, very different from the confident smirk from yesterday night. He waved at you with the flowers, and that’s when you saw the arm support brace on his right arm. You gasped as you told Roxas to go with you as you two walked to the front door.
You opened the door, the warmish air hitting you as well as his cologne. He smelled fucking good. He looked nervous, gulping as he looked down at you. His hair was tied in a low ponytail, which honestly suited him, and–
“I’m sorry for putting you on the spot yesterday night…” The hand holding the flowers extended towards you, and it was a pretty small thing, but– You haven’t received flowers in… have you ever?
“Uh…” You didn’t know what to say. Your heart was beating quite fast in your chest, and you were just staring at the flowers. It seems that made him panic because he immediately retreated the flowers with a worried expression.
“Fuck! Are you– Are you allergic!? I’m a fucking idiot, I almost killed my saviour!” He was very theatrical, even sober. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the flowers, putting them to your nose to smell them.
“No, nothing like that. It surprised me, that's all…” You then looked back up at him to see him giving you those goddamn dimples– “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, uhm… well… I came to thank you, and probably apologize?” Ah, you weren’t mistaken. He totally did not mean anything he said yesterday night, so you made the right choice in not giving him any data of yours.
“Don’t mention it. I’m a nurse, well, a trainee, so… I’m glad I could at least make sure you weren’t concussed… Wait– you aren’t, right?” You frowned in worry as you looked at him, and he shook his head, laughing.
“No, just the sprained arm and some bruises here and there. You are a good nurse.” Oh, that made you– Fuck, it’s hot in here. You opened and closed your mouth, but then you felt the leash in your free hand yank you. You looked down to see Roxas staring at you and Eddie with a pissed-off look.
“For fucks sake, Roxas, I’m going–”
“Roxas?”
“Huh?” You raised an eyebrow in question at him. Did he find the name of your dog funny? He just smiled at you with amusement in his eyes.
“I just– Didn’t think I would hear a Kingdom Heart’s name on a dog.” Wait, he knows about it? You saw him fidget in his place. He kept his eyes on you, licking his lips as he anticipated his next words. “Do you– mind if I join you in your walk?”
You certainly didn’t expect that. You really didn’t, and much less when you said yes. Now you are sitting at the dog park, while Roxas runs around with his pet friends, and you are sitting next to a not-a-total stranger on one of the benches.
“So that blonde guy is named Billy? And this Nance girl took you to the hospital.” You asked as you snacked on some candy you had in your purse, Eddie sucking on a hard one while he moved his hand around as he talked.
“Yeah, I got really scolded by her. I honestly didn’t think I would fall when I leaned over, I swear!” You couldn’t help but giggle while shaking your head. You two have talked for an hour already, and your interests are very much alike. Food, hobbies, some music but not all, movies, series, and your excitement grew the more you two talked with one another. Your eyes were now looking at Roxas and making sure he didn't get into any trouble, not noticing the brown irises that were nervously looking at you still. “-- um… can I tell you something?”
“Well, shit, we just met and we’re on a trauma bonding basis?” That made him chuckle, a warm sound invading your ears.
“No, nothing like that, not yet… but um… I– I am not good at this. Drunk? I am a babbling, insufferable person. Sober? I fuck it up all the time.” You heard him sigh while rubbing his temple with his free hand, and you felt yourself flushing from the awkwardness once again. Flashes of all his flirting coming back to you, and knowing he might be about to apologize for them, was just a punch to your ego and pride.
“Um, it’s okay, you were drunk, you don’t have to apologize for anything–”
“Apologize?” He looked at you again, an eyebrow raised in question, baffled by your answer. “I am not here to apologize, Princess. Well, maybe for interrupting your night, but for what I said? No chance.”
Okay, that surprised you. He wasn’t going to take it all back? Tell you he was just in a state of drunkenness, and he just became a flirty drunk because of it? He wasn’t going to?
“What?”
“I meant every word I said yesterday about you and what I wanted.” He was staring into your eyes, and you could see the honesty lying there, but what if you were making it up? Things like these don’t normally happen.
“You saw me once, and it was enough to ask for my number? You barely knew my name last night.” You clarified, hopefully to get some other kind of truth out of him, but he smiled at you with those forsaken dimples.
“And that you have cookie monster pajamas, and in this walk, it made me want one more thing other than your number.” Your heart was jumping around in your chest and probably your stomach as a small smile started tugging at the corner of your lips.
“And what would that be… angel?” He squinted at you in question, giddiness blossoming in your features. “You called me that, but as far as I remember, the one who fell from the sky was you, wasn’t it?”
You were surprised to see his face darken into a deep red, his good hand covering his mouth as he looked away from you in embarrassment or shyness, but it made you smile at the man who was wearing all black and ripped jeans, tattoos all over his arms, and he was acting so dorky and adorable. He cleared his throat and looked back at you after a second, but the blush never left his face.
“You can’t say stuff like that, hot nurse.” You giggled at his retort but nodded at him to continue what he was saying.
“C’mon, what else do you want?” The blush started going down, but the pinkish tone was still there as a smile appeared on his lips again.
“I want a date.” You couldn’t help the turn your belly did at the excitement of it. You bit your bottom lip as you pretended to think about it.
“Mmm… now should I?” The moment you asked that, Roxas came running with a ball in his mouth, and you reached your hand down to get it for him, only for your traitorous dog to go to Eddie’s side and press the ball against his good hand. “Roxas, you little shit–”
Eddie did a ‘HA’ in response to the action and grabbed the ball, smirking as he looked at you, and Roxas whined for him to throw it. “The longer you take to respond, the longer your child will cry for this ball.”
You feigned a gasp and pretended to be dramatic, putting the back of your hand on your forehead, faking an act of despair.
“No, please, spare my child! I will do as you say.” Eddie laughed at your theatrics, pleased with you following his lead, and threw the ball away. It seemed seeing Roxas running away with his short legs amuse him because he started cracking up at it, making it contagious for you to follow as well.
“His fucking legs– I’m sorry–” You crossed your arms as you tried to pretend you were offended.
“Making fun of my child now?” His laughter was subdued, and a smile was kept on his lips as he turned to look at you once again.
“No, admiring him…” You two stared at one another for a moment, and fuck– you really want to kiss him right now. There’s this urge that is telling you to kiss him, but you can’t. You barely know him, and he barely knows you, and you two aren’t two drunk people at a club right now. You were becoming embarrassed by his staring, so you looked away, playing with your fingers over your lap.
“So…”
“I know you said yes to a date, but– I’m embarrassed by not being able to take you in my car myself…” You looked at him as he moved the sprained arm in its constrained brace, and he scrunched his nose at it. “If you want, we can wait–”
“I can drive.” You sounded desperate, and you honestly don’t know if you were or not. What you knew, though, was that you wanted to go on a date with him, yes or yes, and you didn’t want to wait until his arm was recovered for it to happen. A soft smile spread on his lips as his eyes glinted in the afternoon’s sun.
“Alright, darling. I can roll with that.”
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