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Warnings: Use of feminine Petnames, teasing, mentions of sexual acts, mentions of drug use (Cmon itâs Eddie :P) Everyoneâs at least 18, Eddie being like 20 I think.
đ¤ So this is my first fic in like, 7 years and uhâŚjust keep that in mind đ¤ 3.3K
Alt! Reader and Eddie are Simultaneously trying to swoon one another. Reader drives a firebird!
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Your fingers gripped the cuffs of your sweater as you sucked in an anxious breath between steps. It was the first Friday of the first week back from Fall break. Being a senior came with all sorts of pressures, and being a person of âalternativeâ tastes, it was almost second nature to overthink your appearance and how the student body perceives you. Youâre goth-ish. Nothing your parents would seize over. Cool, hair, dark clothes. Youâve got tattoos, yeah, but seeing as how your darker side came out rather quickly over the last year, theyâve become something you hide in order to avoid the grievances of the popular crowd, Jason being the main offender towards your peculiar tastes. It was senior year, why draw any negative energy your way?
You grasp your keys firmer as you get closer to the school.
Itâs gonna be fine, itâs the last day of the week.
You think to yourself ; A whole weekend of music and mary jane and movies awaits you.
An irritated grunt snaps your out of your thoughts,
âHello? Freak? Are you there or are you drawing up your witchâs grocery list in your head?â
Jason mused, obviously just trying to get a rise out of you.
âWhat gave me away? Oh shit, thanks for reminding me!â You pretend to write something down with an air pencil.
Jason scoffs, doing the âGet a load of thisâ thumb over to his teammates.
âBOOâ You exclaim after a moment of suspense, causing Jason to actually yelp in shock and jump a couple steps back.
âAnd this is why you canât get laid, witch.â Jason musters, grasping at straws to fluster you.
You canât help the warmth at your ears. The feigned confidence only lasted so long. Your eyes roll and your feet catch the memo as you make your way through the tall, heavy double doors of Hawkins High.
You're trying to continue silently assuring yourself, shoving your things in your locker with a trepidation you werenât entirely aware of. It was the beginning of your day and you had already felt your nerves frying from the shit you knew youâd get from Jason and his goblins, especially because you managed to actually spook him. The keys to your Pontiac clang on the tile beneath you, an annoying reminder of how slow the school day was going to pass by. You hadnât even ran into Steve or Robin, the only two people in Hawkins who seemed to fall into place with your interests and personality. They were who provided the support after your âCool edgy unbothered seniorâ act fell to your inevitable self esteem issues.
A tall, dark mop of hair grabs your attention.
âOh shit, thanks!â
You manage to speak, caught off guard by none other than Eddie fucking Munson handing you your keys, the Super Senior Steve and Robin keep pestering you to say hi to. Heâs only the hottest punk in Hawkins, the picture of your typeâŚor so Robin assured you. You do trust RobinâŚ
âAnytime. A pontiac huh? Well now I gotta know your name, Princess.â Eddie croons.
Fuck. Youâre really not used to this type of attention. Youâre hoping it doesnât show.
âYeah, Firebird.â You tell him your name, your eyes flickering to his lips and back up to his pretty brown eyes. Maybe Robin was onto something.
âEddie, nice to meet you. I gotta say, you look kinda familiar.â The stoner confesses. Heâs kind of embarrassed of you driving a diamond compared to his shiny turd, but he wasnât gonna tell you that.
âI see you all the time, Eddie! I know you smoke a lot, but what the hell?â You exclaim, hands flying up dramatically in an uncannily familiar way to Eddie.
âUhhhâŚFuck, Iâm really sorry. Maybe itâs just because youâre hot and you erased my brain upon first glance!â He winked, causing that same warm flustered feeling to rush to your face and ears.
âJust messing with you. Iâve gone to school with you since Seventh Grade, just didnât always look this cool.â You blurt quickly, cursing yourself for spending so much time with Robin.
Your smile is playing tricks on him and he canât tell if itâs because youâre wearing all black, or if you really are a witch.
âNo way. I remember you. Little old normie pants?â Eddie yells a little too loudly. He really did remember you, at least a little. You were known in theatre and generally for just being a good kid.
âHey, yes! You caught me, now let me keep my scary reputation!!â You hiss at him, bringing a smirk to his lips.
âAw, whatâs the matter sweetheart? Afraid the people of Hawkins will know how much of a good girl you really are?â
If your cheeks werenât hot before, they sure as hell were now. You stammer, unable to formulate a response before the first bell rang.
âI uhh, gotta go to class.â You manage, walking briskly in the same direction Eddie just so happens to be headed in. Funny.
Heâd be lying if he said he didnât check out your ass in that skirt. Itâs like you know itâs intimidating how hot you are.
Your feet quickly round the corners of the Hawkins High hallways, determined to catch some cool air on your heated face before stepping into English.
Youâre shocked when that same curly mop plops down next to you in the back row.
Fuck. Heâs in this class. You knew he was prone to skip, but four days in a row?! Why is that hot?
Your thoughts are running circles around you, your bottom lip between your teeth. At least itâs not chemistry, you could get away with barely paying attention in English.
âSurprise, normie.â Eddie whispers,
âWeird how that worked out.â he breathed, his closeness and the rasp of his lowered voice making it difficult to keep that poker face youâd perfected so well.
Robin said heâs your type. She never mentioned heâd try to beat you at your own game.
English went by at the speed of molasses. You needed a smoke, it didnât matter which kind. Your hands were fidgety, skin hot, and tummy fluttering.
What the fuck Robin. Maybe your witchy ways had rubbed off on herâŚ
Eddieâs eyes had been glued to you all period, as much as he could have gotten away with without your teacher, or you, catching onto his antics.
Your hair, eyes, lips, everything
To him, was so perfect and intriguing. He had never sat next to anyone in silence for an hour and thought he needed more, until English this Friday. For once in his life, he was at school before lunch. And it was so fucking worth it.
As soon as the bell rang, heâs snapped out of his internal trance and youâre essentially gone, Eddie spotting your figure dashing away and nothing more. He worries he came off as creepy, while youâre worried he heard your heartbeat.
Youâre paranoid the next three classes of Eddie somehow making his way onto the roster, leg bouncing for so long it might just fall off.
I need to talk to the gang. Robin. Steve.
Lunch finally rolls around after three aching hours of torment. Nobody has ever caught your attention this way. Youâve obviously been in relationships, and even fucked around. You canât be best friends with Steve âThe Hairâ Harrington and NOT pick up a few moves here and there. Robin was mostly there for emotional reparations when it came to boys, but letâs be real, her advice with girls wouldnât have gotten you anywhere either. But that didnât mean you didnât appreciate the shit out of her, that freckled clumsy scoundrel.
The table creaks as you plop down with a dramatic sigh.
âWell Hellooo grumpy pants! Whatâs got you all huffy and puffy?â Steve asks, being silly but also serious.
âRobin was right.â You mumble.
âOh?? HUH??â Robin yells, hoisting herself off the tableâs bench with her hands pushing off the tabletop.
âSit down!! I saidâŚâ You look around to make sure heâs not around, traumatized from his earlier jumpscare.
âYou were right. About Eddie.â You state flatly. The monotonous tone of your voice, however, does nothing to hide your squirmishness.
âOhhhh shit!! Iâve never seen you like this dude.â Steve claims.
âDid you kiss him?â Robin inquires in a hushed tone after leaning in for âenhancedâ privacy.
âNo! Chill! We just met. Well, again. Today, uhâŚthis morning in English. Oh, nope, in the hall. Sorry.â Youâre stuttering just thinking about it.
âYou sound like Robin.â Steve pokes, causing her nose to scrunch up.
âIâm a little worse. Anyway, Iâm right!! So you gave him your number? Any plans?â She asks.
âI just got flustered, so no. I canât tell if he likes me or if thatâs just how he acts though, the last time we came close to hanging out was in middle school.â You state earnestly. Itâs true, you canât read him, and it doesnât help that heâs got your head swimming. Drowning.
âIâve never seen him flirt.â Steve begins,
âBut I really just know him from the boys. Theyâre in Hellfire.â
Right. His club. D&D. You knew a little about the game but it honestly just made you feel better to know he was a big punky nerd.
âI havenât either, but heâs not scary. Goofy and weird and obnoxious, but not scary. Well. Scary in the âyour typeâ kinda way.â Robin rambles.
You roll your eyes, âwhatever, who even knows if heâd-â
âSorry to interrupt your top secret gossip, ladies,â
A familiar voice commands your attention,
Steveâs face contorting at the term.
âBut Iâve got an important question for you.â Eddieâs eyes land on yours, his eye contact enough to get your breath quickening.
âMe?â You ask, before realizing youâre supposed to be playing a game here.
âI mean, uh, yeah, Munson?â You ask again, lowering your voice as to not sound so excited.
Robin and Steve are just grinning at each other, reveling the circumstance in which you, Hawkins resident Witch, are flustered.
Eddie smirks down at you, his height making you feel a lot smaller than youâd prefer right now.
âMeet me at your car after school. It canât be hard to find, right?â He teases.
Maybe thatâs one thing youâve got on him. The Pontiac.
âWhy, you want me to take you on a joyride, pretty boy?â You ask, surprised by the balls you had suddenly grown.
âUp to you, or I could give you one.â Eddie winks down at you, squeezing your shoulder lightly before walking backwards with a wave,
âSee you then, Princess.â
Robin and Steveâs mouths are agape and your cheeks could melt steel.
âYouâre welcome. I taught you well.â Steve states proudly with a hand over his chest.
âYOU? Iâm the matchmaker!!â Robin exclaims as you hold your head in your hands.
Robin was right. And what youâre not gonna do is feel like itâs wrong. So what if heâs the freak? So are you.
The rest of the day seems to pass fairly quickly, now that youâve got something to look forward to. Youâre still driving yourself mad at the concept of a boy- man- Eddie- living in your mind like this. Youâve daydreamed all day, if daydreaming is considered pondering every possible outcome of Eddieâs request.
After the last bell has rung, you find yourself at your locker, collecting the things you had been fumbling over this morning when a note lands at your feet.
âWatch your back, FREAK!
and your little black cat too!â
The paper sloppily read. Itâs obviously Jason. You scoff in amusement at the thought of your crystals and cards proving you a bonafide Witch, but thereâs still a funny feeling youâre picking up from the situation. Itâs not like Jason to accept humiliation.
You tuck the card into your bag, smoothing your skirt before grabbing your keys and shutting the metal locker.
Youâve got more important matters to tend to.
Robin and Steve helped ease your worries about Eddie. Somewhat. You could hear about how great he is all day and still be intimidated by his looks. That tall frame, smooth silver rings, perfectly imperfect curlsâŚnot to mention that voice.
Youâre getting yourself worked up again.
Your quiet footsteps echo in the halls of your Alma Mater as you make your way towards the student parking lot, where as Eddie would put it âBoth of your chariots await.â
Your fingers are already buzzing, the coldness of the doorâs push bars reminding you of your nervousness.
As the sunlight hits your eyes, you throw up a hand as a shield, only then being able to make out Eddieâs lanky figure patiently waiting for you, next to your Dadâs prized possession. You had never been so thankful for your Dad until now, upon seeing this absolute idiot of a hunk lean his elbow onto the roof of the pontiac as to say âya come here often?â As your legs bring you closer to where he stood.
You canât help but smile, your âintimidatingâ demeanor almost melting at the sentiment of Eddie trying to make you laugh.
Only he could make goofy this attractive.
âHi angel.â Heâs grinning down at you, waving his fingers dramatically.
âOf darkness,â You quip, hoping his eyes donât catch yours lingering on his hand, his rings.
âWho else would I be out here waiting for?â Eddie shoots back.
âRight, because the Almighty Hellfire King shall only be graced by the presence of those who are worthy.â You muse upwards at him, your smile now morphed into a smirk thatâs gonna be burned into his mind forever.
âSpeaking of Hellfire, open your mind to the possibility of joining because Daddy needs a new player.â He states, hoping the change of subject will mask the mental backflips heâs doing to keep from asking if he can please just fucking kiss you.
Your mouth drops, not enough for it to be comical, but enough for Eddie to notice the effect his word choice had made on you. He mirrors your now absent smirk.
âWhat? You donât wanna play with me?â He asks rhetorically.
âGet in the car, Munson.â You grumble.
Heâs got you exactly where he needs you. Youâre frustrated, not angry. Youâre volleying his teases. Heâs getting a little antsy himself thinking about what you think of him, but the intoxicating air of your perfumeâŚcologne? - Is overpowering any logical thought he could possibly fathom in this moment. When he plops down in the passengerâs seat, heâs entranced by the decor inside the Firebird. You notice.
âCanât drive her nude, can I?â You joke sheepishly, hands gripping your frayed leather steering cover.
âDo I make you nervous Princess?â Eddie suddenly blurts.
Your eyes widen, not expecting that question.
âNo! Of course not.â You lie, attempting to plaster on your usually-successful poker face.
âYouâre a bad liar.â Eddie whispers, just like he did this morning in English.
You crank your girl, hoping to give Eddie a scare or at least change the subject.
âReady?â
âFor you? Always.â He smirks.
You pull out of the student parking lot, passing Eddieâs van and the rest of Hawkins high as you impressively maneuver past most of the post-school traffic around campus.
âShit, youâre good at that.â Eddie remarks, mainly to himself.
âWhat? I do it like every day. Lemme guess, you thought I was a bad driver?â You respond, occasionally looking over at him while trying to steer.
âI never said- SHIT-â Eddieâs cut off by the Firebirdâs acceleration, you had made it onto the highway and wanted to show off at this point. You wouldnât call it a âjoyrideâ but Eddie was laughing, grinning, and watching you, soâŚyou considered that move a success.
âYou are fucking impossible.â Eddie states endearingly, âWe just met.â
âAgain.â You correct, pulling off into a dirt road-type area, veering off into the grassy spot you frequented to smoke in privacy.
âRight. So. I wanted to ask you a question.â Eddie reminds you.
âOh shit, right, Iâm sorry.â You apologize as you put your gal into park.
âNo worries. Do you smoke?â Eddie asks, his bare pointer finger twirling a lock of his wild mane as he awaits your answer. His eye contact with you was yet again getting you nervous.
âWeed? Duh.â You state, hoping that was the right answer.
Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, âGood. Open up.â
Your eyes widen as he parts your lips with his thumb. You hesitated. A filtered joint was placed between your lips and Eddie had taken a lighter from your console.
âAnswered my own question, Didnât I?â He laughs, flicking your lighter to spark the flower between your lips.
You inhale, finding it difficult to do this all of a sudden. You smoke all the time, why is this so different?
âFuckâ You cough out, choking on the thick smoke as you hold out the joint for Eddie. You couldnât believe he had just done that.
âGood shit, huh angel? I donât know where youâve been getting your weed from, but youâd get better and cheaper shit from me honey.â He assured you.
âSo I'm a customer?â You joke.
âNo, no! I was kidding!â Eddie hurriedly spouts.
âI know.â You state, leaning over to take an extra puff off the joint Eddie hadnât even hit yet.
âReal funny Princess.â He says in the most stern way he can muster while also being completely infatuated by your audacity. Fuck, he was into you. You were letting him hotbox your Firebird.
Before the two of you know it, the joint has gone out and youâre airing out the Pontiac, your head on Eddieâs shoulder as his bare hand massages your scalp. The hand adorned with the silver youâre so fond of rests comfortably on your thigh, tracing circles that have you nearly dozing off at the meadow where you two had just witnessed the sunset.
âHey. Angel.â Eddie whispers as he gently shakes you to alertness.
âYou gotta curfew? Donât wanna get the normie in trouble with the âRents.â
âUgh.â You groan. âYeah, theyâre probably worried. My Dad is pulling his hair out at the thought of me running away with a no good bad boy as we speak.â You joke sarcastically as you blink the half-sleep out of your eyes.
âHaha!â Eddie jokes back.
You sigh, straightening your back before placing your hands back on the wheel.
âYou know, youâre really not a customer to me doll face.â Eddie begins.
âI know Eddie, you said thatâ
âJust listen.â Eddie responds,
âI think youâre really cool and I wanna keep doing this. I may or may not like you.â He confesses, obviously not used to feeling vulnerable.
It was your turn to smirk.
âAll I had to do was show you the Firebird huh?â
His shoulders drop and you can tell he needs closure.
âI guessss we can keep doing this, Eddie.â You deliver with a smile.
âYou should do that more often.â He rasps, his hand now resting on your cheek.
Youâre assuming he means your smile, the way his thumb is grazing your bottom lip again. Youâre still astounded by the butterflies Eddie keeps giving you.
His eyes are on yours again, and this time you canât stop the breath that hitches in your throat.
And it doesnât go unnoticed.
Eddie is now closing the small space between the two of you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, yet assertive kiss.
When he pulls away, youâre speechless.
âShit, Iâm sorry princess, I didnât mean-â
Before you can think, your mouth is on his once more.
Hawkins High is no match for the Freak and his Witch.
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