can you do an Eddie Munson x fem alpha werewolf reader ? Reader was kicked out of her pack cuz she refused to be the mate of the pack leader, after that she arrives in Hawkins to start a new life, when she enters the school everybody looks at her because of her scars and tattoos, Eddie thinks she is hot and when she discovers that, she wants him to be her mate
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Eddie Munson x Female Alpha Werewolf Reader
Summary: After being exiled from your pack, you move to Hawkins to find a mate.
Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Smoking, Making Out
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You were harshly pushed back by sharp claws that dug through your skin. Biting back the scream in the back of your throat, you focus on the gnawing pain across your body.
“Look at me.”
Your pack leader commands, staying in his human form but eyes glowing golden like yours. All the members of your pack were huddled together, focused on you. Some of your most loyal subjects feel the need to interfere. However, what you have done is a violation of your laws, a disgrace.
This is not the proper example an alpha should instill upon their pack.
There's blood dripping down your bruised face, the red liquid coating your lips, leaving a metallic taste in its wake. Your throat feels dry, but there’s still energy coursing through your veins that is only made stronger by the influence of the full moon. Radiating confidence, you spit at Theseus' face. “There. I’m looking at you.”
Theseus angrily connects his left fist with your cheek. “Foolish girl! Do you not realize the gravity of your actions?”
“I understand it just fine.” You shrug, tugging at the metal chains that attempt to hold you back from ripping his head off.
Theseus looks away from you to grab the scroll handed to him by the elders of your pack.
Shame to see it end this way. You were friends during the time you were pups. It didn't last long. Growing up and having to assume greater responsibilities meant ending childish concerns. This is where it’s come to.
For a second, you see his expression falter.
There was pity.
It disappears just as quickly as it came, his stare returning to the sharp ones everyone is accustomed to. The pack watches with bated breath, awaiting your judgment.
Theseus clears his throat.
“By the sacred laws forged by our ancestors, I, Theseus Whitlock, hereby sentence Alpha Y/n Y/l/n to temporary exile. She is kicked out of the pack and will be forbidden to enter our sacred grounds for 78 fortnights. She should secure a mate before her return. If she chooses to neglect this condition, she will be subjugated by the pack to mate with one of their choosing. Alpha L/n should come back at the time agreed upon by the pack. Failure to do so would result in permanent banishment or death.”
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“Miss? We’re here.”
Trying to blink away the sleep from your eyes, you hand the cab driver money. “Thank you.” You say to him, noting how raspy your voice sounds from the lack of use. Your pack was forbidden to speak to you, not giving you the chance to say goodbye to those who you would do anything for.
The driver helps you get your luggage out of the trunk despite your insistence that you could carry it yourself. As soon as you step away from the vehicle, the scorching heat of Indiana hits you, highlighting your toned arms, making you look like a vampire standing under the sun. Ironic since you’re a werewolf.
A sleeveless shirt might have been the wrong idea.
“Oh, you really didn’t have to, but thanks.” You get your luggage from the driver.
“It’s no problem. You seem new around town, might as well welcome you.”
You give a tight-lipped smile.
Once the car sped off to who knows where, you read the sign that says, “Hawkins, Indiana”.
“New start, here I am.”
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For the first few days that you settled in, you became the talk of the town. You know how Hawkins works by now.
Small town, big mouths.
Gossipers everywhere.
People don’t seem to like minding their own business.
Can’t a girl just do the best she can?
You’re here to move forward, maybe find yourself a mate. Though, you wouldn’t sweat about it too much. If your future here is bleak, you'll stay until the sun comes up and the sky becomes clear. You don’t like running unless it’s unavoidable.
Going to school seems like a normal thing for a nineteen-year-old to do, right?
You took a year off because it didn’t seem significant to you before yet here you are, willingly offering yourself up to be the center of attention. You glance at yourself in Hawkins High’s bathroom mirror. With your hair brushed properly, a band shirt, and jeans, you looked almost unrecognizable. Maybe it’s the start to three years accompanied by a good sense of style.
Scars litter your body like a map. You have three noticeable ones on your right cheek, your back, and your left arm while the rest you covered with tattoos with noteworthy context. Instantly, you feel the prying gazes of girls in the back of your skull.
“Got anything to say or are you just gonna stare all day?”
They look away in alarm.
You wipe off your hands using tissues situated beside the sink. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite.” You smile.
Okay, not necessarily correct.
First class of the day was tolerable.
Only downside: homework.
The second class was more interesting.
Mrs. Mackie loudly connects her hands together three times and the chattering students stop what they were doing to pay attention to her. In every school, there’s always that one teacher who everybody fears.
You lean sideways to speak to the boy beside you.
The boy has long, curly hair and is wearing a bored expression until he shows attentiveness to you more than the teacher in front of him. His eyes brighten, brows raised in query.
“Students seem scared of her. Can you tell me why?” You don’t miss the way he scans you up and down.
His eyes land to a tattoo exposed on your arm. He doesn’t comment on it. “Mackie beat a fifth grader because the kid made fun of her face. I believe her name was Addison. She never went to jail for it, but that was when she started to terrorize students.”
“What a bitch.” Grimacing, you shake your head at Mrs. Mackie. “I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself.
“Eddie Munson.”
“Co –”
Being so fascinated by Eddie, you don’t see Mrs. Mackie storm towards you, only detecting her irritation when stacks of books were slammed against your chair’s table. “Ms. L/n! I understand that you’re a new student, but you still need to listen in my class. If you don’t want to learn, get up and leave this room.”
“Trust me, I want to.” You roll your eyes at her. “So do the other human beings in here. They’re just scared of you because you’re a big old bitch.”
Upon watching the students’ chuckle, Mrs. Mackie raises a hand towards you, nose flaring.
Instinctively, you catch her hand before it makes contact to your face. She reminds you of Theseus. Anger bubbles up in your chest, threatening to come out.
“What are you –”
She yells in agony as you twist her wrist until you hear a bone snap. Mrs. Mackie drops to the ground, tears streaming down her face. “Help. G-get help.”
You smile sarcastically, passing over her body. “I’d rather leave like you suggested since I don’t feel like listening to your dumb lessons today.” You wave your hand at her as you walk through the teenagers whose eyes were as wide as their textbooks. They seem both impressed and anxious, having just witnessed what you’re capable of.
Using your peripheral vision, you see Eddie smirk. “Hot.” He says, face turning beet red after he registers that he said it out loud. The curly haired boy looks away, self-conscious all of the sudden.
It appears as if you found your mate.
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Eddie finds you when lunch starts, sitting in the corner of the cafeteria. By now, you’re already looking at him. He successfully makes it past the self-entitled jocks to speak to you, unknowingly fueling your confidence that he’ll agree to what you would soon offer.
“Hey.”
“Hi. Can I talk to you?” You ask.
His shoulders visibly relax, thanking his luck that you seem to like making the first move even if he was initially the one who started the conversation. “You’re already talking to me, sweetheart.” Eddie teases.
“No, I mean, in private.”
Eddie shrugs. “Oh, of course, yes.”
You gesture to the door with your head, leading the way outside the school grounds. The sunrays blind your vision for two seconds. “I’m never going to get used to the heat.” You mumble.
The boy laughs. “That’s Hawkins for you.”
Once you make it to the back of the school, you take out a cigarette from your pocket. “Light my cigarette.”
He fumbles around his leather jacket to retrieve the item needed for smoking, doing as told. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” You bring the cigarette in between your lips, taking a long drag. When you finish, you extend your hand to him. “Wanna try?”
Eddie takes the cigarette from you, nodding.
This is when you notice his Hellfire Club shirt. “Tell me about that.” You point.
“This baby is what I wear for my D&D club. You know, Dungeons and Dragons.”
“I know what that is.”
“YOU DO?” He pretends to not act surprised since most people have asked him what D&D was whenever he mentions it, which made him make assumptions. But you’re not like them. That much is clear.
You nod, lifting your shirt to reveal a tattoo of the D&D dice. “Yep. Used to play it with my friends back at home.” When the memories resurface, you cover your body. “Do you believe in the supernatural, Eddie?”
Although Eddie takes note of the change in topic, he doesn’t overstep your boundaries, knowing that you would only tell him more if you want to.
“Kinda.”
“Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? All that stuff?”
“Given how cursed this town is, yeah.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “How would you react if I told you I am a werewolf?”
For the sake of jokes, Eddie plays along. “I’d run for the hills, assuming you’d bite me.”
“That’s more of a vampire thing. However, if you ask nicely, I could.”
You wink at him.
Another chuckle spills out from his mouth.
You would not mind having to hear that for the rest of your life.
Eddie’s scent invades your nostrils. He smells of nicotine and smoke. It’s addicting and it draws you more to him. You can’t put this off anymore. “I am a werewolf, Eddie Munson,” You close your eyes. When you open them again, they’re a different color contrasting to your y/e/c ones. The complexion almost drains from his face. “and I want you to be my mate.”
“I’m not British.”
It’s your turn to laugh. At least he didn’t run for the hills like he said he would. “You do know what a mate is?”
Eddie’s eyes flicker to your lips, dropping the cigarette in his hand while you move closer. “Yeah.” He doesn’t think he can utter more words when you’re right there in front of him, so gorgeous, an unstoppable force pulling him to you. He can’t stop his heart from palpitating, a fluttering sensation in his stomach.
It feels like the energy in his body is used solely to exist in your space and Eddie cannot manage to do anything else. He can’t function each second you are close. Is it possible to act this way for someone who you just met? Eddie has no answer to it but hopes to find one with you.
“Will you be my mate?”
Eddie inclines his head in record time. “Yes. Can I kiss you?”
Before he could do it himself, you connect your lips with Eddie’s, being painstakingly slow regardless of your natural instincts. Wanting to be gentle so as not to hurt him, you bring your hands up to his face. Eddie kisses back with vigor, the palm of your hands caressing his skin; acting like the world was in your hands.
In a way, it was.
Eddie’s hands settle themselves on your waist, pulling you closer together. You can taste the nicotine on his lips, making you assume you taste similarly close as well, having smoked the cigarette with him. Eventually, you turn him around, pinning him against the wall.
You pull away for a moment, seeing Eddie in a daze, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. “Are you aware of the process of becoming the mate of an Alpha?”
Eddie inches his face closer, his breath against your lips.
“Show me.”
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Notes: I thought the "I'm not British." joke was funny, okay?