Eddie Munson X Pixiecut!reader - Tumblr Posts

New bedhead

Summary: Reader is nervos what Eddie thinks about her new haircut.

(Eddie x pixiecut!reader)

Warnings: slight anxiety

Word count: 511

Athours note: I was bullied a lot, when I was in school for having short hair, so I’m probably just trying to heal something with those stories. If your interested in a similar story, check my Steve Rogers fanfic ‘Can I touch your hair?:

https://www.tumblr.com/drmaddict/713015782573998080/can-i-touch-your-hair?source=share

I was nervous. Insanely nervous. I shouldn't be so nervous. After all, this was Eddie. I took a deep breath and forced my feet further toward the trailer.

Why I was so nervous? Well simple. I had been wearing a pixie cut on my head for about 30 minutes. An insanely short pixie cut. The idea came into my head months ago when I saw a photo of Linda Evangelista in a magazine. It looked great. She looked great and, yes, it was practical. Less time to dry them. Besides that, I only ever wore them tied up anyway, so in the end it wasn't like I did much with my long hair.

In a big city, probably no one would have looked twice at me, but in Hawkins? Hawkins was just still more conservative after all. God what had I done? What's going to happen in school? Everyone's just going to bitch about it again. Damn it, I wasn't a model.

Completely lost in thought, I didn't even notice how I was suddenly standing in front of Eddie's trailer. Damn it. I took a deep breath. Eddie is Eddie. Eddie likes anything that's different. Eddie must think it's great. Eddie had great hair. Damn.

I carefully pushed open the door and peeked around the corner. Eddie appeared to be in his room.

"Eddie?", I called out cautiously.

"Back here!" he replied. No question, he was either working on the next campaign or a new song.

I walked tentatively to his room. "I may have done something stupid.", I babbled before stepping into the room. "Please be nice, okay?", I asked hesitantly.

"Why? Do you have a face tatoo now or- WOAH!" he interrupted his sentence as I stepped around the corner.

He literally jumped up from his chair and came over to me. "Your hair is gone!" he exclaimed excitedly and immediately put his hands on the short stubble. I noticed tears trying to gather in my eyes. "That's so cool!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hands over my head with childlike glee.

He tore his gaze away from my hair and looked at me. "Why didn't you say something? That's so metal! ... Are you all right? You look like you're sick. Oh do you have your period, do you want me to make the funny tea? I can get the hot water bottle too."

This made me giggle. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his torso. "I'm fine. I was just nervous." I breathed in his scent. "I was afraid you might not like it after all."

"Don‘t like it? You look hot! Babe that's awesome." He rested his cheek on my head and chuckled. "That tickles."

He broke away from me slightly and pressed a powerful kiss to my lips. "And now I want to know what your new bedhead looks like," he grinned, practically tossing me onto the bed and himself right behind. "This hairdo is going to be broke in now.", he grinned wiggling his eyebrows and pulling his shirt over his head.