Here’s a little prompt ig you can call it for you Eddie fluff buttttt Eddie is crushing on shy!reader? Idk if that helps with ideas but yea :)
hey anon, don't think I forgot about you babe. still in the mood for fluff but finally found the time to write
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"Psst," Eddie hisses from the desk next to you.
You look at him from the corner of your eye, turning your head slightly to the other side.
“Hey," he gently taps your desk, giving you no other choice than to nervously peer up at him, "Do you have a pencil I could borrow?”
Borrow. No amount of stars in his eyes or sweetness in his smile could distract from the fact that this would be the fourth pencil in a row he’s borrowed this week.
You almost want to say something, but it’s not worth the trouble. Why make a big deal out of something as small as a pencil?
“Please,” he whispers as the person in front of him passes a stack of papers to him.
You reluctantly oblige. You always have a stash of pencils in your bag. Eddie seems to have observed as much and was poised to use it to his advantage.
Failing to prepare is preparing to fail. At least that’s what your parents always said.
So, of course, you were always prepared for anything. Having a backpack with extra pencils, a sharpener, mini first aid kit, period products, hair ties, and even a snack or two has come in handier more often than you'd like to admit.
It always astonishes you to see people like Eddie who don't seem to be prepared for anything. At least not that you could see in class.
However, it was just your luck that Eddie Munson would be the one to identify this fact of yours, thanks to the stupid seating chart Ms. O’Donnell had in class forcing Eddie sit to right next to you.
You almost resented her for it. Teachers were always sitting the bad kids or the loud kids next to you, hoping your shy and quiet demeanor would somehow cancel theirs out like some stupid pemdas math equation.
But no, that was not how the laws of the universe worked. Sitting next to Eddie didn't make a difference in his behavior, much to Ms. O'Donnell's dismay.
“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” Eddie grinned at you, making your eyes widen and heart constrict in your chest. And perhaps that was one of the few plus sides, not nearly enough to counteract the many downsides to sitting next to Eddie: that thing you couldn't quite put your finger on.
Some could call it charm. Others might call it charisma. You weren't sure what to call it. But all you knew was that before this class, you wouldn't have given much thought to Eddie. If you saw him in the hall, you would either not notice him completely or if you did, you probably wouldn't get any goosebumps or an alarmingly high pulse like you do now.
Whenever he smiled at your or talked to you, even about something as simple as borrowing a pencil, he always said it like you were special, and his smile or words were for you and you only.
No one had ever made you feel that way before.
You could barely admit to yourself how much you liked your minute daily interactions with Eddie, let alone tell him.
So like always, you turned your attention forward, failing to ignore that thump thump, thump thump feeling of your heart beat somehow louder or maybe just faster as a result of that stupid smile and tried desperately to ignore the feeling and instead, get to work on your pop quiz.
After you've turned in your pop quiz, waited a mind-numbingly boring amount of minutes between the quiz and the end of class, the bell rings.
The sound of the tinkly metal chime brings you back to life. You organize your things in your bag and get up from your desk.
From the corner of your eye, you see Eddie barely finishing up with his quiz.
Just like yesterday and the day before, you know he's not going to give you your pencil back. For all you know, he'll need it for his other classes. Which makes you wonder how he survived the periods before yours.
But for now, you're just relieved class is over and you can enjoy a much needed break at lunch.
You make your way to the door of the classroom and exit into the hall, thrust into the sea of students making their daily migration to the cafeteria. Before you can even make it to the end of the hall, Eddie catches up to you.
"Hey neighbor," a deep voice reverberates behind you and suddenly, a warm shoulder lightly presses into yours.
You turn your head to the side of the offender and find a wild head of frizzy tousled waves framing the face of none other than Eddie Munson.
Your eyes widen and lips part. Your expression frozen as you process the fact that Eddie is currently standing next to you, and closely enough that you can feel the warmth of his body.
"H-Hi," you say as more of a question than a greeting.
"I believe this belongs to you," he says as though he's handing you some sort of precious gem despite only the wooden pencil being offered from his rough ring clad hand.
"O-oh. Thanks," you say in bewilderment, slowly accepting the pencil from him.
He smiles at you again and it that same heart-wrenching smile that just makes you want to faint into his arms.
"I should be the one thanking you. Can't army crawl my way to a D without the proper equipment," he jokes.
You smile and awkwardly laugh, instantly feeling guilt about being so annoyed by lending him a pencil when he's obviously struggling in class.
You settle into a silence. Something you're usually comfortable with, but as you've somewhat gotten to know Eddie in class, realize he may just be the opposite.
"So, you don't really talk much, huh?" Eddie ask as you both continue walking to the cafeteria.
You guess you and Eddie are walking to lunch together now.
You shrug at his question. This isn't the first time someone has asked you this and it definitely won't be the last. "What's there to say?"
"Lot of things," Eddie shrugs and smiles at you.
How can you talk, when Eddie's stupid smiles send you into a mental frenzy, preventing any sort of coherent speech.
You shake your head and try to find the right words, something you seem especially to have trouble with around Eddie.
"I don't know. Talking's overrated. You can learn way more about a person by listening."
"Gotcha," Eddie nods, "So what have you learned about me?"
"That you never come to class prepared," you say without even thinking.
As soon as the words come out of your mouth, you wish they hadn't. Instantly feeling remorse and embarrassment at the fact that the filter you are usually good at using when speaking to anyone besides your friends has somehow seemed to disappear in the presence of Eddie Munson.
Meanwhile Eddie is doubled over laughing at your blatant response.
"I'm sorry. What I meant was-"
Eddie places a hand on your shoulder and smiles at you with both his mouth and his eyes, "Don't be. It's true."
You face forward and nod, already feeling a warmth crawl to your cheeks.
"Hey," he nudges your shoulder, making you look into his warm brown eyes, "But if you don't talk, how am I ever gonna learn anything about you?"
You gasp as though you got sucker punched in the stomach.
Your brain can barely even scramble to mutter a coherent response.
Your eyebrows raise and your eyelids blink.
This is also why you don't talk a lot. Half the time, the thoughts in your brain don't seem to know how to make it to your mouth, and the other half, well, your mouth just ends up doing all the talking for you.
"Watch where you're going freak," someone shouts near you and Eddie.
Before you've even realized it, you've made it to the cafeteria and got into the lunch line with Eddie.
Eddie scowls and merely flips the student off before turning to you and smiling.
You shyly smile back, but still severely aware of the comment he had made.
Eddie... wants to learn about you?
"Seriously though," he laughs, a certain sort of rasp more pronounced in his voice, "What's a guy gotta do?"
You shrug, not sure how to answer what is a rather loaded question for you.
"I don't know," you answer frankly. "Talk is cheap. A lot of times people are saying things without really saying anything important, you know?"
"So you only talk when you really want to say something, when you mean it?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," you nod.
"I see," Eddie nods and gestures for you to go before him as you approach the food station.
As you grab your tray Eddie leans over to you and says, "Why don't you sit with me and my friends today? They can be a bit of a riot but I think you'll like 'em."
On any other occasion, his offer would practically give you a heart attack, but seeing as all your other friends are either in study hall or have a different lunch period leaves you no other choice.
"Um, sure," you nervously smile and let him lead the way to his table.
"Gentlemen, meet Y/N. She'll be sitting with us today so let's give her a warm Hellfire welcome," Eddie announces as he sets his tray down at the end of the table. Two rows of boys sit on either side of the table, letting about six sets of eyes land on you.
You smile nervously and wave awkwardly, "Hi."
There's no empty seats next to Eddie, but before you can find another one by the other end of the table, Eddie shoos some of the boys to his right to scoot down a seat creating an empty one next to his.
You gracefully take a seat and mutter a quick thanks to the closest boy.
"So, what's Hellfire?" You ask nonchalantly. But perhaps it was a naive question because it causes the rest of the boys to go into a full tizzy.
"It's the only saving grace in this god-forsaken hell hole."
Comments and exclamations come flying at you meanwhile Eddie can only smile and stare at you, simultaneously making your chest feel warm and like you want to crawl under a rock.
Eddie lays a warm palm along your forearm, "Patience, young jedi, you'll soon learn the ways of the Hellfire Club."
You eyes instantly shoot down to look at his limb connected to yours. And instinctively, you look up at the boy across from you, as if to silently ask, "Are you seeing this too?"
And he looks at you with widened blue eyes and eyebrows that almost reach the head of light brown wavy hair as if to say, "Yeah, I'm seeing this too. It's weird, right?"
You subtly nod, because it is weird. Not entirely unwelcome, but definitely unexpected.
Eddie retracts his hand and begins to say something. The table has all eyes on him, but not you. You're still replaying what just happened in your brain over and over again like a carousel projector caught on the same slide.
You shake your head and mutter a quick apology. "Huh?"
"Well while you were off in la la land and, trust me, I don't blame you. I do it all the time myself. But we were just talking about tonights Hellfire meeting. You in?"
Oh no, he caught you. Does he have any idea you were thinking about how warm and rough his hand felt on your skin? Or how strong his fingers felt?
But the more important thing to worry about now is the fact that Eddie just invited you to Hellfire Club!
You kind of have to say yes right? It'd be rude not to. And it seems like a big enough deal to him and his friends. But you still have no idea what Hellfire is or what's gonna happen tonight. But you guess you're just going to have to find out.
"Um, yeah," you reply with a shy and bright smile.
"Yeah," Eddie fist pumps in the air. "Okay, so I gotta warn you, these guys can get pretty reckless. But I know you can handle it."
You smile with your lips closed and nod. Oh god, what have you gotten yourself into?
"Meet us in the drama room after school, okay?"
"Sure," you nod and shyly smile at the other boys.
After school comes like clockwork and you find yourself nervously approaching the drama room doors. A poster with messy handwriting reads, "Hellfire Club Meeting in Session."
You open the door, and enter the dark space. You wander through the room, guided by the warm stage-lights turned on further inside.
You eyes land on Eddie, who's sitting at a throne prop no doubtedly used by the drama club for the upcoming play. He's seated at the head of the table, just like at lunch.
He goes between reading a piece of paper and adjusting figurines on the table.
As you walk further into the room, you see no one else is here yet. It's just you and Eddie.
And before you can even say anything, your footsteps are enough to announce your presence causing Eddie with a face of concentration adorning his scrunched up brows and pursed lips, to a full on grin and lit up eyes as he sees you.
"Hey neighbor," he gets up from the throne and jogs over to you.
You nervously grin and offer a small squeaky, “Hey.”
He gets closer to you and swiftly encloses you in a bear hug.
Your body tenses and your eyes flinch shut. You didn't expect him to make such a move, much less so casually. But then you take a second to embrace the feeling of his strong arms around you. The warmth of his body against yours. Or the scent of soap and tobacco lingering on his clothes.
And before you can even think to hug him back, he pulls away, but leaves one arm wrapped around your shoulder and guides you to the table, "I'm glad you could make it."
You make a sound adjacent to a nervous laugh, “Yeah.”
Eddie pulls the chair closest to throne out for you to take a seat. Eddie sits on the edge of the table and looks down at you.
“Alright so before everyone else shows up let me fill you in on how things go down in Hellfire.”
The feeling of your surprise and almost fear at the unknown of what will happen must be evident on your face because Eddie leans forward and places a comforting hand on your forearm again.
“Don’t worry okay, it’s gonna be fun,” he says in a voice you find utterly endearing but aren’t poised enough to really appreciate it because all you can focus is on is the feeling of flames at the point where Eddie’s skin and your meets.
“O-Okay,” you force yourself to utter.
You focus as best as you can while Eddie explains the game of Dungeons and Dragons to you, but by god is it easy to get lost in those stars in his eyes.
Soon the rest of the boys start showing up and they help explain a few other things too.
Before you know it, you're in the midst of your first campaign. You have no idea what you're doing half the time, but Eddie was surprisingly right. It is fun.
So much fun in fact that you've lost track of time. And now you really should be heading home before your parents start to worry.
But Eddie has hypnotized you. You don't want this night to ever end. But it has to. And now, all the boys are packing up their things and getting ready to leave. And so should you. So you do.
And as the boys begin to trickle out of the room, Eddie looks at you and says the magic words: "Hey, can I give you a ride home?"
If someone would have told you earlier today that you'd be spending the evening with Eddie Munson at Hellfire Club and would even be getting a ride home from him, you would have never believed them.
But anything could happen.
"Yeah," you nod breathlessly.
The night sweeps you by as you find yourself in the passenger seat of Eddie's large beat up van with loud metal music blaring from the speakers.
But it feels oddly comforting. And you don't mind being the passenger seat princess with Eddie's music and fast paced train of thought filling the space.
You could listen to Eddie talk for hours. Whether it be in that silly medieval accent he does for Hellfire or in his normal voice with just enough rasp and deepness to it that you love.
As Eddie's van crawls along the curb to your front yard, and as he shifts the gear into park, a wave of sadness overcomes you.
You look out the window and over to Eddie. You press you lips together and shrug, pointing out the window with your thumb, "This is me."
Eddie nods and rubs the palm of his hand along the nape of his neck, "Yeah. Listen, uh, I had a lot of fun with you today."
Eddie's eyes light up as he looks into yours, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you shyly smile, feeling heat crawl to your cheeks and neck.
"Cool, yeah, I'm glad," Eddie flounders around his words as he lays his palms flat along his thighs and rubs them along the denim, slightly avoiding your gaze.
"Eddie," you ask as you shift your head, looking for his eyes. When he lets you find them, he smiles nervously.
"Sorry, uh, I don't usually get like this," Eddie looks away and awkwardly laughs. "Kind of funny how I'm the shy one now."
"It's okay," you reassure him.
He pauses for a moment, and you decide to do something unexpected. You place a gentle hand on his forearm, attempting to comfort him the way he had for you.
He briefly flits his eyes up to yours and lets out a breathless laugh. With his other hand, he guides your hand to move down and interlock with his. He squeezes firmly, grounding himself in your touch.
"You're really cool, you know that?" Eddie smiles at you earnestly.
"No, but thanks," you shyly smile back, feeling about one million butterflies erupting in your stomach.
"Would it be cool if I, um... Could I have your phone number?"
Now, you've officially died and gone to heaven.
You nod giddily and sweetly whisper a soft, "Yeah."
You take out a notebook and pencil from your bag. You tear off a corner from a blank page and write your phone number.
You hand it over to Eddie and you can practically feel the buzz of electric excitement coming from him.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, just don't forget to bring a pencil this time," you tease as you put you things back in your bag and unbuckle your seatbelt.
"Then what excuse will I have to talk to you," Eddie responds.
You laugh at first until you realize he meant it. He was actually doing that just as an excuse to talk to you.
"Um, I'm sure you'll come up with something," you nervously laugh. "You seemed to work that Munson magic pretty well today."
It was something you said rather off-handedly, but that sort of is what drew you to Eddie. Some sort of magic he seemed to possess. Someone who was rather unsuspecting from the jump, seemingly with magic had you utterly charmed.
"Munson magic, I like that. Guess you'll just have to find out tomorrow then," Eddie said confidently.
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
Eddie laughs and shakes his head, "Whichever one you want it to be."
You rolled your eyes and smiled as you opened the car door and slide out of the seat, "Goodnight Eddie."
Eddie smiled at you as you looked at him one last time.
"Goodnight Y/N," he smirked.
You close the door behind you and giddily walk up the driveway to your house, hoping Eddie nor your parents would be able to tell just how giddy you'd felt.
Or how strange this whole day has been. Or how Eddie's Munson magic has you feeling like the luckiest person in the world.