pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: just a day with eddie
- warnings/tags: established relationship, use of nicknames (sweetheart, beautiful girl, baby), fluff, suggestive content/allusions to, mentions of sex, however nothing explicit, aftercare, i think that it's!
author's note: hi hi hi here's another eddie because it seems to be a fan favorite — lmk who you want next from my masterlist :)) !brief skim proofread!
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You and Eddie have been together for about a year. You had always noticed him since the first day of high school—it was hard not too, with that eccentric personality he held.
You were never specifically disliked throughout high school, but by association with Eddie, people avoided you or teased you. Even if you weren't the doll-like girl others were, or if you were and blended in, the environment got a lot meaner when people found out you were with Eddie.
It was currently lunch time and you were a little late, having been held back in class to be talked to about a missing assignment in World History. By the time you got to the cafeteria, about 10 minutes later, the lunch line was already closed, the metal shutters pressed down against the serving window and the lunch ladies long gone on an assumed smoke break outside. You sighed and walked over to the table where Eddie and the other kids in the Hellfire club sat, also known as the "freak" table. You tossed your bag down on the floor and sat at the end of the bench on the side of the table, right by Eddie, who is sat at the end of the table in a single chair, like he always did.
"You'd think they'd leave the line open for a little longer," you spoke, everyone's gaze shifting to you.
"Where were you?" Jeff asked, sitting directly across from you.
"Mrs. Walt held me back to talk about a missing assignment. I was busy gaslighting her that I turned it in," you replied before adding on a beat later, "It's in my backpack."
They all chuckled, continuing to eat their meal. You looked around, seeing most of them had your favorite—well as much as school cafeteria food could be a 'favorite'—which only came to lunch every few weeks.
"The one time I miss they have my favorite? What the fuck, that's messed up."
The boys laugh again before Eddie pushed his tray a bit closer to you, a silent offer to have some of his food as he chewed. You glanced at him before taking a piece of the cheap and dangerously salted food.
The whole group chatted for a while, both you and Eddie picking at his lunch tray before you asked a question.
"You guys have a meeting today?" you asked, referring to their Hellfire club.
The boys nodded, before Eddie wiped his hands off on a napkin and spoke a simple 'Yeah'.
"Can I come watch? I don't wanna go home after school."
"'Course. Don't have to ask," Eddie replied back, watching the small smile form on your face.
A few hours passed and the second the bell rang you were out of the classroom and weaving your way through the packed halls towards the theater room.
You made it there just after Eddie as he was setting up the game. He glanced up as the door was pushed open, a smile forming on his face when he noticed you.
"Hi," you replied softly, sitting in the foldable chair placed near Eddie's 'throne', placing your bag down next to you.
The room slowly began filling with the boys, each of them sitting in their respective seats. You often watched their game, making jokes every once in a while. But for most of the time, you focused on your sketchbook, giving you something to do while they played the game for a few hours and waited for Eddie to give you a ride to your place or his. You considered yourself to have many hobbies. Anything to keep yourself occupied—boredom is a devastating state of mind.
The boys assisted in cleaning up and putting things away before heading out. You stood against the table as you waited for Eddie to fully pack up. He smiled when he saw you waiting, dropping an arm across your shoulders and a quick kiss on top of your head. You two walked out of the school, heading to the parking lot and hopping into his van.
"You wanna come over?" He asked as he turned the key and started up the vehicle.
He smiled and pulled out of the parking lot and joined the active street. You watched out the window until it grew increasingly familiar and you knew you were entering the trailer park. He pulled up by his trailer that he shared with his uncle and hopped out, waiting for you to follow.
"Wayne's home for now but he's out tonight."
"Okay," you followed, walking right behind him up to the trailer door. He opened it and held it for you, closing it behind you as you entered. Wayne was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper.
"Hey Wayne," you greeted. He looked up and nodded.
"How ya doin', girl?" He questioned; he always loved seeing you. He's ever so grateful Eddie met you, he believed you two were meant for each other.
"I'm okay. Real hungry, you guys have any leftovers of that pizza from a few nights ago?"
Wayne nodded, Eddie walking towards the kitchen already. "Saved a slice just for you."
"Awesome," you said as you sat down on a barstool at the kitchen, Eddie setting a plate with the leftover pizza slice in front of you. "Thank you."
"Mhm," he hums, pressing a kiss to your head before heading down the hall to his bedroom.
You took some time to eat and talk to Wayne as Eddie hopped in the shower. Around 10 minutes later, Wayne headed out for the rest of the evening and night, leaving you alone. Eddie got out of the shower a few minutes after he left. You leaned your head to look down the hall as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
"Wayne left," you informed. He nodded and went back to his room to change. You placed your now empty plate in the sink. You made your way down the short hall and knocked on his door right before walking in, catching him as he slipped a shirt on, now fully dressed.
"Aw, I missed the show," you joked, a smile on your face as he turned around to face you, walking closer.
"Yeah you did," he replied, his hands finding either side of your jaw and leaning down to pull you into a kiss. Your arms finding themselves around his neck.
"What do you wanna do tonight?" You wondered, your faces just inches apart.
"What do I always wanna do?" He teased.
"I'll think about it. In the meantime, I meant."
"Movie? Just bought a few new ones," his hands slid down to hold your waist.
"Uh...Raiders of the Lost Ark, Taxi Driver, Terminator, and...Breakfast Club."
"I've only seen Breakfast Club, you pick."
"Alright," he placed a kiss to your temple, "you wanna watch now?"
You shrug. "I'm not doing anythin'."
He let go of your body and moved past you, opening his door and leaving to go get everything set up.
You took this time to change into comfier clothes, grabbing one of Eddie's shirts and a pair of sweats you keep in his room, quickly switching into them. You walked back out and entered the living room, sitting down on the couch as Eddie placed the VCR into the TV.
"What'd you pick?" You asked, stretching across the sofa so your legs reach the other end.
"Terminator," he answered, starting the movie up. He lifted your legs and sat down on the couch, placing them back down on his lap.
A couple hours later, the movie ended. It was a lot darker outside now as the credits rolled, there was only the glow of the warm lamps that lit up the area. Eddie looked over at you, his hands remaining on your legs like they had the entire duration of the movie.
"Did you like it though?" He pressed, a teasing smile on his face.
"I did. I think I fell asleep for like 20 minutes though."
"Yeah? You wanna go to bed?"
"C'mon, pretty girl," he said, patting your legs for you to lift them and let him get up. He held his hand out for you once he was up, helping pull you off the couch and lead you to his bedroom.
You sat on the bed, resting back against the headboard and pillows. "I'm like...tired but I don't wanna go to sleep yet."
"Anything in mind you wanna do?" He asked as he laid next to you on his stomach, propped on his parallel arms, looking up at you.
"So...you wanna?" He added, his eyes holding some kind of sparkle.
You thought for a moment. "...I don't know."
"Well no—...I mean maybe." You stared at him, his eyes looking right back at you.
You thought. "...Yeah I want to."
"You sure?" He asked as he moved closer—he would never forgive himself if he pushed you into something you didn't want to do.
His hand trailed up from your thigh to your side before leaning in to kiss you deeply, your arms once again finding their way around his neck. "Please let me know if you want me to stop."
You were resting on top of his body, breathing heavily against the front of his shoulder, both of you stripped of your clothes. One of your hands resting on his stomach, your other arm around the side curve of his shoulder by your head.
"I should shower," you mumbled against his warm skin, his hand trailing up and down your back.
"Want me to sit with you?"
"Yes please," your voice was tired as you pushed yourself up from his body, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning down and picking up some clothes as he did the same. All he grabbed was some sweatpants and slid them on while you grabbed everything and walked to the bathroom right by his bedroom. You turned the shower on, allowing it to warm up for a few seconds, and stepped in right before Eddie walked into the bathroom too, shutting the door behind him. He slid down the wall and sat down on the floor right by the shower, his bare back pressed against the cold wall.
Few words were exchanged, but even just knowing his presence was on the other side of the shower curtain was enough for you. You soon stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body. You dried your hair with a separate smaller towel, about to change into fresh clothes before looking over at Eddie still on the floor.
"Baby we just had sex, I can't look at you?" He teased.
You glared at him. "Close your eyes," you repeated.
"Alright, sweetheart," he replied, closing his eyes, the smile remaining on his face.
You watched him as you changed, making sure he didn't peak. When you saw he squinted one of his eyes open just as you grabbed your shirt and pulled it over your head. "Pervert," you muttered.
"I just can't help but look at my beautiful girl."
He stood up, taking a few steps closer, placing his hands on your waist as he turned you to face the mirror over the sink, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Can you help me with my hair?" You asked.
He grabbed the smaller towel from your hand and wrapped your hair up for a few seconds. "You feeling okay?" He asked, wanting to make sure it wasn't too much for you and he didn't hurt you.
"Mhm. My legs are sore though," you admitted, your hands on the edge of counter in front of you as you watched him brush out your hair and dry it as he goes.
"I wasn't too rough, was I?" He worried.
"No, it felt good, baby, just a...side effect I guess."
"Okay. I'm sorry anyway."
"I just care," he replied before pulling the towel through your hair one more time and setting it on the counter. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."
You followed him to the bedroom a few steps away, lying down in his bed a second before he does. He gets in beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and holding you against him. You shift to lay more on your stomach, your face a few inches from his neck. He gently rubbed your back, pressing a few kisses to your damp hair. "You did so good."
All you do is hum in response, resting against his skin, letting out a deep sigh before drifting to sleep.
this was copied and pasted straight from my wattpad drafts! majority of what i write will be, as it's easier for me to write on that app instead of here or anywhere else.
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