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l44serbeam · 2 years

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now i wanna, be your dog

eddie munson x metalhead!fem!reader summary: five times Eddie knew that he was undeniable head over heels for the leather wearing hellcat that rode into his life and rattled him in his boots (and by boots i mean doodle littered converse). a/n: okok so i've seen plenty cheerleader x eddie munson fics but i've seen like ONE metalhead x eddie fic which is much needed. Im talking like motorcycle riding, eyeliner wearing, beer shotgunning, motley crue enjoying bad ass bitch that can outsmoke eddie like theres no tomorrow. So, i made one :) this is literally the fluffiest of fluff, a bucket of sexual tension, and smut thrown in a basket and tossed back at you with a pink ribbon. ❀ warnings: afab and she/her pronouns used, fluff, smut (number where smut occurs in bold) [riding, fingering, cum eating, pulling out] , drug use, under 21yo drinking, smoking (weed and cigarettes), cursing, y/n is said to wear heavy makeup, tiny little reference to blood, y/n is also said to have facial piercings. y/n is 18 here and in her senior year and Eddie is 19. ❀ poc friendly

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There was no doubt that from the second Eddie Munson laid his eyes on the new y/n y/l/n, she had him wrapped around her little ring covered finger.

With heavy black eyeshadow and lips blood red, the moment she stepped foot into Hawkins, he was right behind her, chasing her like a lost puppy.

Y/n had just moved to Hawkins, rumors of "the new girl" were circulating around the town like a wildfire.

Eddie didn't think much about the fact a new girl was around, only that it wasn't going to affect him much but on the first day of school he was proved extremely wrong.

The very first day of the new school year, Eddie jumped out of his van and was in the process of locking his door when he heard an unfamiliar roar of a motor behind him.

He turned around and caught a glimpse of a motorcycle driving into the student parking lot, much faster than allowed. The motorcycle in itself was what initially had him reeling. It was a Suzuki Katana, painted a dark red. So dark it almost looked black when the sun wasn't hitting it. All his years in the treacherous highschool and in this horrid town and never once had he seen that bike.

On it, was what he last expected to be riding it. A woman? Now, it's not that Eddie had any issue with it, but here? In Hawkins, Indiana?

There was no way that wasn't the new girl because trust me, Eddie would have noticed her before.

The second thing that caught his attention as he walked in the direction of where the girl was pulling into, was her shirt. It was baggy and the sleeves had been torn off, the sides of her black bra showing when she lifted her arms. It was dark grey and had a white design, the words 'Iron Maiden' large in the front and in the back had all of the dates and places of their 1984-1985 'World Slavery' tour. It was one of Eddies favorite bands.

As she parked the bike, turning off the engine and throwing her bag over her shoulder, some kid jumped up besides her.

"That's a beautiful ride ya got there." He said. Caught by surprise, she flashed the boy a smile, the brightness of it contrasting the darkness of her eyes.

"Thanks. Fixed her up myself." She said, patting the seat.

After a beat of silence, Eddie stuck his hand out towards her.

"Eddie. Eddie Munson, but you, can call me whatever you please." He said, a smile much too sly on his face.

y/n couldn't lie, he wasn't bad looking. He was rather attractive. He didn't look like the jock kind. With hair almost as wild as hers, rings of skulls and gargoyles, patches and pins of various metal bands she was familiar with sewn into his jacket and converse completely covered in doodles of the most outrageous of things, he seemed just like her kind of person.

"Y/n y/l/n and i think i'll decide what to call you while you walk me to first period." She replied, walking past him and avoiding his hand which was still stuck out.

From then on, Eddie knew he was in for it.

"Dude this is the worst shit i've ever fucking smoked." the girl giggled as she laid on the floor of Eddies van, her legs mounted up against the door of the van and her back on the ground.

"It's not that bad." Eddie slurred from his place in the beanbag.

They were parked out front of Eddie's trailer, using the van as a more convenient place to hotbox.

"There's no fucking way Rick doesnt have better shit to offer you. I mean your like his best... busboy. Where's the better shit? I think we should interrogate him." y/n muttered, bringing her legs off the wall and sitting up against it.

Eddie merely snorted at her struggle to sit up. Her eyeliner had smeared a little, now intense and under her eye. Strands of hair stuck onto the piercings on her face, causing her to swat them away, then lightly whine when her aggressive actions pulled on her piercing harshly.

"What are staring at, freak." y/n said playfully, looking up to Eddie who gazed at her from the beanbag, his eyes half opened and hair wild.

"You." He said. Thats what y/n liked about him. An honest man. Only one she'd ever met.

"Why don't you come here and get a little closer, maybe you'll see better." She lited, tilting her head to the side and smiling a smile so innocently titillating that made the boy swallow harshly, sitting up and leaning towards her.

His face was now mere centimeters away from hers, air hot and still reeking of pot. Her smile faltered slightly, now just a smirk.

Eddie was mesmerized. His lips parted as his breaths came in quiet pants. His eyes lazily flickered back and forth between her eyes and her lips.

If he were sober, he would've sealed the gap ages ago but now, countless puffs in and all he could think about was how soft her lips looked, the now faded crimson color looked so delicately venomous. Like one kiss would kill him but oh how endearing that one kiss would be. Almost as if he leaned in, hed never get to lean away and right now, he had no problem with that. So instead of closing the small space between them, he just stared into the abyss that was her lips.

"Why don't you get some Motley playing before i decide to do something dumb like jump your bones, Munson."

The crowd at The Hideout was fuller than usual. A few unrecognized faces littered the crowd. Mostly middle aged men with beards and bandanas.

Eddie was crouched by the back of the stage area, plugging his amp into the wall. Next to him, Jeff and Gareth argued over some stupid cables and which go where as if they hadn't done this millions of times.

"You're a fucking idiot Jeff. That's the XLR cable, not whatever the fuck you're saying. That goes into the amp not the wall." He whisper shouted, making Eddie roll his eyes.

"Then how would the mike turn on, Gareth." He replied, dramatically placing his hands on his hips.

"It connects to the amp that AMPlifies it considering that's what an AMPlifier does. Then the amp goes into the wall. It's not fucking trigonometry. I mean shit, Eddies had to retake highschool like a hundred times and he gets it."

Eddie raised his arms and turned to look at them "I'm right here dumbass." He said annoyed, being dismissed with rolling eyes and waved hands. "I need a beer." He mumbled before making his way past them and up to the bar.

"Luke, can you gimme a Busch?" He ordered, placing the cash on the counter and receiving a nod from the bartender.

"Make that two." A voice rasped behind him, followed by the scent of cigarettes and vanilla.

He turned to welcome to sight of his now bestfriend (and occasional fuck buddy) looking like she just came out of a Rolling Stones magazine. Just a black lace bra as a top, black leather pants, two chains attached to the belt loops and a dark weathered denim jacket thrown over, oversized and the sleeves bagging.

He was holding back any and every urge to immediately fall to his knees at the sight of the y/n y/l/n. The girl that had grabbed the boy by his shoulders and shown him what the world is like outside of the wretched town. The girl that had shown him what it's like to truly have the rug pulled from beneath him and a heavy boot wearing damsel step on his throat.

"On you, of course." She chuckled, jumping onto the bar stool besides him and leaning her forearms onto the sticky bar counter.

"Oh of course. Can't have the punk rock princess pay for her own drinks." He laughed, making y/n laugh at the rhyming but slightly cheesy name he'd decided to give her.

"Would that make you the metalhead macho? Or shall i say, the iron maiden." Y/n laughed at her own joke, making Eddie bark out in laughter as well.

The bartender placed the two bottles before them and Eddie slid him the money for the second one and made his own seat on the barstool next to him.

"So, what brings you here at this treacherous hour of the night?" Eddie asked, never having had seen her at his gigs before.

"Got stoned, bored, and remembered it was tuesday. Plus they don't ID here. Why, don't want me here?" She asked playfully, placing her chin on her palm and elbow on the counter.

"No no no that's not why. I mean definitely it's wonderful you're here, you just didn't have to come if you didn't want to. It's not like we're all that."

"Im playing with you Eds. Came to support my metal monarch and hope he plays some Stooges. Nowhere else i'd rather be." She said, punching his shoulder lightly.

Y/n's words made him blush, followed by his endless hopes that she didn't catch onto that.

"Your wish is my command because as a great poet once said, 'i wanna be your dog'." He said in a fancy voice, grabbing his beer and jumping out his seat to make his way back to his band who now looked about ready to begin playing, but not before bringing his hand up to her chin and swiping it with his thumb lightly, an act of admiration he'd grown used to doing.

"Go get em tiger." She cheered before chugging down her beer.

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Eddie was already deep in the waters of adulation even before the sex began but now, a cigarette in between her lips and legs over his hips, what he felt was near worship.

Riding him with a frevity and hunger that Eddie never knew one could have, he felt like he was orbiting saturn, his hands gripping the skin of her hips as he helped (barely) her motions. Leaning her head back and exhaling the smoke, she looked like an angel to the man beneath her. Or more fitting, a fallen angel.

Because nothing of the things she could do and did do to him were anything near holy. The way she made Eddie feel whether if it was with a simple movement of her body, a knead of her hands, or a lewd comment that dripped out of her lips like the sweetest of honeys was anything but sanctified.

"Fuck y/n. I- i can't. To good. Fuck." Eddie muttered, his words falling incoherent.

"Hold on there pretty boy." y/n moaned, bringing her hand down to his shoulder for support. "I'm close too."

A symphony of the most obscene of moans clouded the room, mildly covered by the heavy guitar of Push and Stomp by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts bouncing off the thin walls, the creaking of Eddie's bed loud and just as incriminating as the very sounds that left their lips.

"Fuck, im gonna cum." Eddie groaned, pulling y/n off of him, ropes of white liquid squirting onto his abdominals.

"I can help with that." y/n mumbled, stuffing her cigarette into the ashtray on Eddies nightstand before grabbing her hair out of her face and leaning her face down to his stomach area, boldy licking him clean.

"Shit." Eddie hissed at the sight. His eyes rolled at the entire scene.

When finished, y/n kissed and licked her way up to his neck, then his jaw, then finally, his lips. He groaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to her waist and flipping the two of them over, now him on top.

"You didn't get to finish." He said, barely letting himself finish his own sentence before muffling it in her neck, biting and nipping at her skin. His hands found its way to her core, fingers gently brushing through her wet folds, pulling a sultry moan from her lips. He made his way down to meet his mouth with her pussy, licking and sucking like a man starved.

Between his fingers and his tongue, he pumped in and out of her, watching from below as he body arched and her eyes squeezed closed. He bathed in pleasure when she gripped onto his hair, pulling on it with authority and possession.

He was hers and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.

The last song Eddie couldve ever expected to have brought y/n such joy was the one that had her on the bed besides him sitting on her knees, in nothing but her black lace panties (which had a tiny rip in the lace trim due to a little impatient man with long black hair) and his hellfire shirt, her arms close to her chest as she swayed with the song.

"OH ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU FIND SOMEONE!" y/n sang the lyrics of Heaven by Bryan Adams dramatically, emphasizing the emotion behind the melodic piano and moving instruments.

Eddie laughed at her antics, the haze of the early hour of 3 a.m and the wearing off of the pot they'd smoked earlier made everything so cohesive and the moment so endearing.

"WHO WILL TURN YOUR WORLD AROUND!!" She continued, now theatrically "falling" on top of Eddie, arms still swaying with the music.

Brain fuzzy with laugher, Eddie looked down at her, singing the lyrics to the cheesy song he had no idea was even on her radar, considering it was so out of her character. The dim light of his lamp illuminated her, shadowing her features perfectly.

Once the theatrics were over, instead of rolling off of him, y/n decided to remain on his chest, head tilted up and looking at him and legs intertwined.

He looked down at her, indulging in all her beauty.

"You missed some." He said, his thumb coming to the area right below her eye to wipe off a bit of excess eyeliner that hadn't come off with the makeup wipes, frowning when it didn't come off.

"It's that new waterproof shit i bought. Gotta scrub it off with every bit of strength in me to get it all off." y/n laughed lightly, clearly not showing any sign of her actually getting up to do it.

Eddie reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the packet of makeup wipes shed left on there and grabbed one.

He gently grabbed her face so her chin was on his chest and he sat up slightly against the pillows, y/n closed her eyes and he began wiping around her eyelid and lower lashline, ever so gently and lovingly. Almost like he was scared to hurt her if he got to rough.

As he laid here, he thought to himself about how he could do this every night for the rest of his years. He thought to himself about how he'd finally found a person who got him. Without instruction or persuasion or the need to change, she just got him. From the minute she rode into the oh so boring school of Hawkins High where Eddie felt like he was imprisoned, she graced him with a ground shaking beauty and freed him, gifting him a sense of self and new found enjoyment of his life here in Hawkins. And he wished that when his life here in Hawkins ended, she'd be with him for whatever next life was to come, making a mess of it with smeared eyeliner, smudged nail polish, and lips so dark just the sight of them could make a saint profane.

"thank you." y/n mumbled, eyes still closed as Eddie wiped.

Eddies motions stilled and he stared at her tranquil face. He felt something, something which he had to get out.

"I think i love you." He said quickly and without thinking. A spring of fear blossoming in him. All his worries eased when she let out a soft chuckle, opening her eyes and looking dearly at him.

"i think i love you too, freak."

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What’s your pitch for a stand alone Gargoyles TimeDancer movie? Like, if you worked at Disney and let’s say, hypothetically, Gargoyles was back and kicking for a revival season and it became such a smash they wanted more, and then the TimeDancer series gets announced and your hired for a major film that’ll kickstart the show on Disney+. What would be your idea, and how would you execute that? And before we bring up the comics, they’re not canon anymore for this What If? scenario.

OMG I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN THIS WAS SENT I JUST SAW THIS SKGNEOWKFNQKFNFNTKWKGJEJFBRJ

Anyway. So if we’re saying the comics aren’t cannon, I would probably do a similar set up to the original but explain it by saying the Phoenix is an ACTUAL Phoenix that was trapped inside the talisman that became the Phoenix gate. When it was thrown into the time stream the talisman eventually corroded and the Phoenix was able to break free.

I actually have this headcannon that the Phoenix was drawn to Brooklyn because he has some kind of dormant magical abilities. The longer he travels with the Phoenix the more his powers come to light.

But back to the movie idea, I actually really like the story that is in the comics so I would probably keep it as the plot of the movie. Assuming an accompanying series was made, I would delve into the psychological and physical trauma Brooklyn HAD to have gone through (we just haven’t seen it yet in the cannon series). There would be stories to tell along with the new scars he recieved as well as wrangling with his new found powers (I like to imagine he has fire powers cause fire is volatile and unpredictable, but strong and powerful like his character).

Through his travels he will meet with Demona on a few more occasions, eventually learning how to forgive her after seeing some of what she did indeed go through (not justifying what she’s done, but rather explaining how she became so hard and jaded to the world). However, he never fully trusts her but if, perhaps, down the line she gets a redemption arc, maybe he would be one of the ones more willing to believe she can change as he did work with her to fight a war (to the surprise of everyone).

However, as much as I LOVE Katana and Nash, I don’t know if I’d include a love arc for him or not. I think it would depend on how the story unfolded. If I DID include her, I would bring her in for like season three or four? Not right away is the big thing here. I would have her “defrost” Brooklyn a little because, perhaps, he has seen his fair share of horrors already and is on the verge of giving up hope that he’ll ever make it home. Okay yeah, now typing this all out I would include her because she would become his rock and moral compass, keeping him grounded and helping him to still be able to see the good in the world.

There would be a few times when his time dancing crossed his own timeline and he would have to do lots of ninja moves to stay away from his clan (and subsequently himself) as he doesn’t want to risk something happening to his timeline if one of them see him. Even though Goliath and Demona have said the past is immutable, he’s not going to take any chances.

Oooooo. I’d also make Griff a reoccurring character cause he needs more love and I think the two of them would work really well together based on their one interaction in the episode Kingdom. Griff has to keep secret all his interactions with Brooklyn, again to prevent anything happening to the timeline.

I would also make his absence FAR longer away from his “current time”. I’m thinking a few years. His clan doesn’t know if they’ll ever see him again just like Angela said in the comics. But maybe it’s more like 40 months vs 40 seconds (I’d keep the 40 connection cause I like the metophor).

Dimension travel is something else I would add to the story. Maybe he meets an alternate version of himself at some point? Maybe he gets transported to a dimension where gargoyles don’t exist? Or one where gargoyles are the dominant species/accepted in the human world? I feel like this scenario in particular could be very angsty because Brooklyn could have to choose if he stays in a world where he’s accepted, or keep trying to return to his family. Maybe that’s how I’d end the series. Brooklyn has to decide if he stays somewhere where life is objectively ‘easy’ (the grass is greener and all that) or risk traveling for who knows how much longer.

Thank you so much for this ask anon! This was actually really fun to brainstorm!

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