Hello! I know it's not SOA, but I have fallen down the Eddie Munson rabbit hole while trying to find inspiration to write. So this is just a book that will be a collection of one-shots. I have a few planned.

I do plan two "stories" for Eddie. A couple of one-shots will be their own books as I have a few blurbs set within that universe and I may actually open requests for those on tumblr. Big maybe though!

All these one-shots will feature the OC, Jensen, as I became too attached.

I hope you all enjoy!

SUMMARY: Corroded Coffin finally managed to break out of Hawkins. They may not be on the charts, but their crowds are more than the five drunks at the local pub, and they are actually getting paid. However, they get a rude awakening of life on the road.

"This is such fucking bullshit!"

Eddie looks up as the front door to his motel room slams shut. Jensen, also known as Cherry Cola, to the general public, stomps in the room.

Eddie stops plucking at his guitar as he looks at his bandmate and the lead singer of Corroded Coffin. Corroded Coffin had finally moved beyond the five drunks at the Hideout in Hawkins, Indiana.

After an impulsive move to the City of Angels, Eddie swore it was sheer dumb luck that got him, Jeff, and Garreth to where they were now.

Jeff and Garreth had been ready to give up. Moving from such a small bible-thumping town to the kaleidoscope mixture of cultures Los Angeles brought was a tough transition. They were small fries and just another tale of failed aspirations, hoping to make it big.

After all, they had always played for fun and they never seriously took their band as a means of livelihood. Hawkins didn't promote such things if it didn't involve the ideals of a nuclear family.

Yet, he refused to go back to Hawkins with his tail tucked between his legs. He was going to show the entire population of Hawkins that he was someone. He was " The Freak" that was going to make something of himself.

One day he was going to be on a stage and he was going to yell "Fuck Hawkins!" into the microphone.

So Eddie knew when it came down to it, it was all about networking. And what better way was there to network than to go back to his profession of dealing? Reefer Rick had a contact, Argyle, that helped set him up and it was all charm and charisma. After all, he was one to receive and give flattery.

He had somehow found his way at the Rainbow Bar & Grille speaking with Ezra Waylan, a music producer and manager. A demo was passed and Eddie had prayed to a God he felt abandoned by that this would be it.

It was three weeks later when their money was about to dry up and the inevitable return to Hawkins was on the horizon when Ezra called their motel room to schedule a meeting.

He remembers the day clearly as they arrived at an abandoned trailer park. He had been about to turn around when the door to the trailer burst open, revealing Ezra. The man had told them quickly that they were shit, but he was feeling charitable.

He ushered them inside the cramped trailer, and that's when they met her. Jensen wore faded ripped jeans at the knees with a cropped Deep Purple shirt. She had a pair of yellow sunglasses acting as a headband as she sucked on a Dum-Dum.

She was going to be their lead singer. Corroded Coffin was going to be a female-fronted band.

His life changed that day.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

Jensen throws her room key on the desk. "I went to check the schedule and to make sure the time was still the same for the sound check where I was informed that the opening act doesn't get that privilege."

Now, they were here on the road trying to get their name out as they supported their EP and using that buzz to land an actual record deal to record an album. Getting radio support wasn't easy. So Ezra had told them word of mouth was the way to go. It meant performing non-stop as they worked on making fans and connections.

It was certainly an adjustment period for all.

One, they all were thrust together to form a band. He, Jeff, and Garreth at least knew each other. They were familiar with each other. They had that bond. Jensen was a stranger. They put her in a group of three men. It was expected of her to just trust them, not only with her dreams, but her general well-being.

Somehow, it worked. Maybe it was fate that they all got along and could find their groove as a band.

Either way, he knows they are going to be something, as Jensen has an amazing voice. Despite the guitars and drums, her vocals have a sultry feel that he believed would give them an edge over their peers.

Eddie is excited about the future for once. But the real challenge came when they got on the road.

Misogyny and racism filled the music world - especially the rock world. Eddie isn't stupid despite the repeating of senior year a few times. He is fully aware of the privilege he has as a white man. Even with Jeff being another guitarist and just as a friend, he had witnessed how the world treated his friend in Hawkins. Now, in the rock world, they had a black guitarist and lead singer.

The shit he heard and had to witness was disgusting. He hated the fact both Jensen and Jeff would tell him to ignore it.

And now on tour as word-of-mouth spread and more people were talking about them than the main act, the childish and ignorant antics were increasing.

So it does not surprise Eddie with them saying they don't have the privilege of sound check. Eddie hates to say it, but the treatment of the lovely residents of Hawkins at least gave him some thick skin with this type of behavior.

"They are just jealous, Jen," he replies softly.

Jensen grunts as she lays down next to him on the bed. She grabs a pillow and cradles it as she rests her head on it.

Eddie bites his lip to hide the smile that threatens to overtake his lips. This was also a change he needed to come to terms with. He wants to blame it on the close quarters and the fact she is the only constant woman they are around.

Besides, the fact they can jam out to Deep Purple, Metallica, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, and Dio without shame. He was in Heaven. She enjoyed the same things he did, from magazines to movies, and even food. Hell, with each stop on tour, they were steadily adding to his tatty collection with a few matching ones.

And, it didn't help that she was hot as fuck. Most would notice her sun-kissed, curly brown hair. It was her most distinctive feature.

Yet, as he eyes her in a pair of jean shorts that were dangerously close to revealing the curve of her ass cheeks with a cropped plain white tee, it was always her thighs and ass that drew his attention. As much as they listened to heavy metal and rock, Jensen kept a stack of mixtapes of R&B. They listened to those to 'cool down' as she would say.

It was forever seared in his brain, the way her hips moved as she danced along to Teddy Pendergrass crooning for them to turn off the lights. She had been wearing a tight emerald green velvet cocktail dress, as she called it, as she teased the fabric on her skin. Her fingers itched the hem of her dress higher up her thighs and it exposed him to the bat tattoo she copied from him.

Yet, he told himself that he wouldn't cross that line. They were work partners - friends. He knew it would be a bad feeling to begin any type of romantic entanglement. It would be messy and most likely ruin the band. They would not be a Fleetwood Mac 2.0.

"You tell Garreth and Jeff?"

"Yeah, but they don't get it."

Eddie frowns as he understood the frustration. He knows when talking to Garreth and Jeff they had a blase attitude about all this. It was fun and exciting, but Eddie knows to make it requires discipline. He doesn't think it settled in for them yet.

The two of them were reading music and business magazines to understand contracts. It was making sure if they got a record deal that had the rights to their publishing and masters. It was them planning for their future.

Eddie reaches out and his thumb brushes between her brows. "You're going to get wrinkles."

Jensen snorts. "I wouldn't be if Ezra did his damn job."

Eddie laughs. Ezra was cool to a point, but they both knew that Ezra was only thinking about how many zeros they could produce than the longevity they needed. "Well, that's the music business, baby. We do all the hard work for someone else to get paid."

Jensen buries her face into her pillow, and her words are muffled. "It sucks!"

Eddie brings his hand out and rubs her shoulders. "Was that all that happened?"

She stiffens as she keeps her head on the pillow.

"Jen."

She turns on her side. She doesn't look at him as she plays with the strap of his guitar. "Eddie…"

Eddie gets up from the bed and paces. "I can't handle this shit, Jen. It's one thing for people to talk shit about our music and hell, maybe a performance. It's different when it's about you and fucking Jeff."

Jensen moves to her back and sighs. "Eddie, you're going to have to get used to this. People are just shitty."

"This is shit," Eddie replies.

Jensen huffs, and she practically bounces off the bed. Her hands come out and grip the edge of his shirt and tug. "Just think, one day they will try to open for us."

Eddie closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. His brown eyes peer into hers. He brings her into a hug and he ignores his heart, beating faster as she lays her head against his chest. "Well, I got a riff to a new song. You can tell me if you like it."

Eddie has his guitar slung over his shoulder and Jensen has her yellow and orange microphone in her hands. After becoming victims to cut cords and strings, they never leave their equipment out.

A cigarette is burning between his lips as they walk down to the dim hallway and past the room where the headliners have their own dressing room before Jensen comes to a full stop. Eddie stops as well. "What's wrong?"

"I have an idea," she states proudly.

"Okay?"

Her brown eyes gleam, and he watches as she approaches the door to the dressing room. She presses her ear to the door. She seems satisfied and her hands clutch the doorknob.

"Keep watch," she tells him as she cracks open the door.

His cigarette falls out of his mouth. "Keep watch? What the hell are you doing?"

A giggle escapes her lips as she scurries into the room. Eddie's sneaker squeak against the floor as he rushes after her. His hand prevents the door from closing. Jensen is already by the band's display of guitars.

"Jensen, what the hell are you doing?" He whispers harshly.

His eyes widen as she stands in front of the black and white Fender Stratocaster. The lead singer's guitar. He watches as she undoes the button of her black and white jeans. He whips around as he catches a flash of red lace. "Jensen?"

"Just keep watch alright," she replies.

He hears the splash first before the sigh escapes her lips. She's pissing on their guitar. Eddie shakes his head, as he cannot believe the situation he is in.

"Shit, do you think me pissing on their shit is going to give them more talent?" Jensen comments.

"Oh hell, Jen," Eddie replies and he can't help the laugh that builds in his belly and escapes from his throat. Her giggle soon joins his, as she latches onto his forearm and drags them out of the room. Their laughs bounce off the walls as they rush to get ready for their set.

Their set goes off without a hitch. They sold some CDs, cassettes, and homemade shirts after the show. They don't bother watching the show. He isn't too sure where Garreth and Jeff fucked off to after the show. Eddie and Jensen made camp in their room. They ordered a pizza. He had brought out some weed, and her cool-down mixtape was playing.

She is in an oversized t-shirt as she dances on the bed. They had pushed the two twin beds together, and he watched, amused, as she nearly fell into the crack many times.

Eddie watches with hazy eyes as the smoke caresses her. She smiles as "Between the Sheets" comes on. He takes a puff from his joint. As he exhales, he holds the joint out for her to take.

Instead, she climbs into his lap and takes the joint. He doesn't allow himself to linger on her thighs as the shirt rides up. She makes a noise of content as she inhales. She exhales the smoke into the air and watches it disappear into nothing.

She scoots closer to him and their chests are touching. He gets the overwhelming scent of tea tree oil and weed as they breathe each other's air. She takes another hit.

Her small hands reach out and cup his chin. She brings her lips close to his. Eddie is at first hesitant, as he knows they shouldn't cross this line. She parts her lips but doesn't kiss him. He takes a second to realize what's she doing. He inhales deeply as she releases the smoke in his mouth.

She pulls back and grins. Her dimples prominent. He didn't even realize his hands had moved to her thighs as he squeezes them.

There are only two ways this could go.

"We shouldn't do this," he tells her. This is playing with fire. If one misstep happens between them, everything they are working hard to build can come crashing down.

"We shouldn't do a lot of things," she counters.

Eddie goes to remove his rings when her voice stops him. "Don't take them off."

Eddie quirks an eyebrow but says nothing. Eddie's hand slips into her underwear. Her legs widen for him. She moans as his fingertips touch her clit. Jensen takes another hit and places the joint in the ashtray. She brings her mouth to his as he greedily accepts the smoke in his mouth.

He quickly slides off her underwear and slides between her thighs. She bites her lip as she looks at him nervously. "We don't have to do this," he tells her. They could go back to acting like nothing happened.

"I want to. I just want it to be good," she tells him. "I'm not…I only done this a couple times. And it's you." She tells him with warm cheeks.

"Me too," he reassures her. Because of his status of being a freak in Hawkins, it wasn't as if girls were lining up outside of his trailer. He may have gotten a few blowies and a hand job, but he didn't have sex until a college girl was visiting her family and saw his show at the Hideout when he was 18. That was a couple of years ago.

He uses his middle and index finger to spread her folds apart. Coating his fingers in her wetness, he gets a better look at her. He travels down her body and leaves a trail of kisses before he flicks his tongue inside her.

She moans loudly, breathless. And damn, Eddie thinks he could hear that noise every day of his life. He pushes two fingers knuckle deep inside f her. Her walls clench around them and he can feel the ache that goes straight to his dick.

He glances up at her as his tongue flicks her clit quickly. He doesn't have much experience, but at least he is doing something right.

She pulls her oversized shirt off her body and it rewarded him with the sight of her perky breast bouncing from the movement. One of her hands tangles into his hair and the other tweaks at her nipple.

"Eddie…" Her breath hitched as he sucks on her clit and her legs try to wrap around his head. His hands stop her as he pushes her legs flat. He can feel her trying to move against his face as he fucks her with his tongue.

He hears her release a growl of frustration. "Eddie…please!."

Eddie takes mercy on her as releases his grip on her legs and pushes his fingers back in her, making his cool rings hit her chubby nub as he gives her a harsh suck on her clit.

Her back arches and he can feel her pulsating around his tongue. Her thighs have him in a tight grip as she trembles and he has to move her legs back down. He is gentle as he pulls his fingers out as he places a kiss on her pussy. The curly-haired guitarist admires the wetness that coats her puffy lips, her thighs, and the sheets.

He can't help himself as he places another kiss on her thighs. But then he indulges himself by giving her a sharp bite, which makes her jump and hiss. He soothes the sting with his tongue before he makes work on giving her a hickey.

He pulls back to admire the shiny bruise. A part of him is proud that when she wears her shorts, the bruise will be exposed.

He looks at Jensen, her pupils blown. Nipples hard they look painful. He moves up and brings her in a deep kiss. He feels her hands move to his boxers.

"Eddie, please, fuck me."

He doesn't need to be told twice. He quickly removes his boxers and shirt. She whines as he has to pull back from her. He bends down and grabs his jeans for his wallet where he keeps a condom.

He slips a teasing hand around his cock a few times before he slides on the condom. He thinks he could get off of Jensen just watching in pleasure.

"Please, Eddie," she begs as she fists the bedsheet.

She spreads her legs and arches her back to prepare for the impact. He gradually pushes his cock into her and she gasps as it stretches her. Her hands come up and he can feel her fingers dig into his shoulders. He fills her to the hilt, and he gives her a moment to adjust to him. To him, it's the most wonderful feeling in the world and he tries to think of any disgusting thought to make this last longer.

Jensen squeezes his sides with her thighs in acknowledgment that he can move.

He rolls his hips tauntingly slow. He uses one hand to hold himself up as he thrusts into her. With his free hand, he cups her right breast and uses his thumb to flicker against the hard nipple. Her lips part with a moan and her fingers trail down from his shoulders to his spine until they fall to his ass. She squeezes delicately as her hips meet his thrusts.

He buries his face into her neck as he moans loudly. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. Both of their bodies becoming slick with sweat and from her juices. He nips at her shoulder and leaves another a hickey. She cries out at a hard thrust and her legs tighten.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he cries out as he slams into her harder.

Her body tenses, and he moves his head from her neck. He replaces his hand on her breasts with his lips. He encloses around the hard bud and gives a small nip, and her back stiffens and arches. Her hands fly to his hair and she releases a single breathless gasp. Her walls tighten around him.

She cries out his name, and it's the one thing he needs to bring him over the edge. He gives three final sloppy thrusts before he is cumming hard. He thinks he sees goddamn stars.

"Wow," she breathes in a whisper. Eddie looks deep into Jensen's red-rimmed eyes. Her eyes were the color of cinnamon. Not chocolate, honey, or coffee, but cinnamon with a sparkle to them.

He leans down and meets her lips. She eagerly kisses him back. Her arms wrap around his neck, holding him close as tongue and teeth clash sloppily. He keeps kissing her until he softens fully and pulls out of her heat.

Her pussy clenches at the emptiness and for a minute, he wonders what it would be like to see his seed dripping out of her. He pulls off his condom and throws it away. He doesn't want to leave the bed, but he knows they need to clean up a bit.

"See sometimes it's nice playing with fire," she tells him sleepily.

He laughs as he places a kiss on her nose. "I'll be sure to remember that in fear you'll piss on my guitar."