#eddie edwards blurbs

[munsondjarin]

Just thinking about how Eddie doesn’t want to let go of you in the morning. You wake up with most of the blanket pulled towards Eddie. That little shit. You begin to push yourself towards the edge of the bed, but muscled arms begin to wrap around your waist, holding you in place. You turn your head to look at Eddie who’s eyes are closed and lips are in a pout. You smile at him as you run a hand through his disheveled hair. You attempt to move once more before he’s pulling your back towards his chest. He nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and remains there.

“Eddie..” you whisper, about to tell him that you should get going, but he kisses the side of your neck and mumbles “stay” into your skin. Your heart melts at his words, but if you’re late to work again your boss will kill you. You slowly try to peel away which only causes his arms to tighten more around your waist. He raises his lips to your ear and whispers in his dungeon master voice, “You don’t want to awaken the kissing monster.”

You roll your eyes freezing in place. You count to three in your head and quickly push his arms off of you as fast as you can as you try to at least reach the floor.

“HE HATH AWOKEN” Eddie bellows before he pounces on you, pinning you to the bed as he litters your face with kisses. You giggle under him and make little effort to push him away as you squirm under the touch of his lips. His lips linger on yours before they softly collide. You sigh and your lips open in welcoming. Your hands finding their place in his hair as Eddie’s lips move with yours. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. You never thought you’d ever see someone look at you like you’d placed all the stars in the sky, but Eddie looks at you like he believes you’ve done just that.

“I have to go..” you whisper up at him, not sure whether you’re reminding him or yourself. He shakes his head in response and let’s his body weight fall onto you. “Eddie!” you groan cupping his face in an attempt to push him away. He turns his head aiming for your fingers with his teeth bared. You pull your hands away as his mouth chases after them, nipping at the air. You stare up at him trying your best to look unamused, but the way he’s grinning down at you has the corner of your lips curving upwards.

whoops im so touch deprived didn’t mean to write a mini fic-

#i wanna wake up next to him is that too much to ask #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #edward munson #eddie munson

[sugarsblurbs]

This is for @ambthegamer and @wheels-of-despair and everyone else really but Eddie’s face when you call him Edward

I couldn’t pick one sooooo here is a couple 😁

Part 1

You catch him off guard

Him confused on how you know his government name

The side eye

“Say that name one more time and watch what will happen” face

Caught him off guard again or you said it in public

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[pollenallergie]

18+ only!!

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

I personally disagree with the headcanon that Eddie can’t cook. In fact, I think that man passed Home Ec. with flying colors in high school. Most of the Hellfire guys took shop class because they thought it was more manly or badass or whatever the fuck, but not Eddie. Eddie needed to learn to sew because Wayne sucked at it and the old lady two lots over was getting real sick of him asking her to use her frail, arthritic fingers to sew yet another goddamn patch on his vest or his backpack or whatever else he wanted to decorate with the logos of his favorite metal bands. Glenda was a sweet lady, of course, and she loved Eddie like he was her own grandson, but even her kindness had its limits. So, he took Home Ec. Plus, he kind of underestimated it and thought it would be like way easier than shop class.

Turns out it was actually insanely more difficult because while Jeff and Gareth got to spend forty-five minutes a day working on bird houses and toolboxes, Eddie had to learn how to operate a sewing machine, create a household budget, change a dirty diaper, and, oh yeah, make like three different kinds of sauce from fucking scratch. Labor intensity aside, Eddie oddly thrived in that class. I mean, he took to the sewing machine like a champ and he made a mean roux for mac and cheese. Not to mention, Miss Bowman absolutely adored him.

That was her first year teaching at Hawkins High, having just graduated college, so she was already plenty nervous. However, it got much, much worse when the, at the time, 16-year-old metalhead, who smelled like a well-used ashtray, sauntered into her class fifteen minutes late and very clearly stoned out of his mind. Imagine her surprise when that same kid expressed a genuine interest in learning how to keep track of household purchases and sharpen a kitchen knife. Unbeknownst to her, his fascination stemmed from the fact that 1) being able to keep track of financial transactions would be super beneficial for him as a rookie pot dealer and 2) the kid liked sharp, shiny things. So, in her blissful ignorance, Miss Bowman actually kind of developed a soft spot for the misfit, much like a little kid might for a scrappy alleycat.

Not to mention, due to him genuinely wanting to learn how to do some of this shit, Eddie rarely showed up to class late or less-than-sober after that first day. He even began to enjoy that class a little bit; the teacher was nice, she didn’t hate him (which was rare), and most of the kids in the class were pretty accepting of him once they realized that he was pulling a stable A-. In fact, the future head-cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham, even directly asked him for help with her sourdough starter once; which he thought was pretty cool (and also terrifying).

A couple years down the line, his impeccable home-making skills would come in handy when he finally managed to snag the person of his dreams, you. In fact, your first date with Eddie involved him making an elaborate feast of spaghetti in doused in a delightful, homemade bolognese sauce with a side of homemade garlic bread (Eddie made the bread from scratch and everything) and some wine (that he definitely did not steal from a liquor store two towns over because Eddie would never do that), lighting some candles, turning on some soft music (one of Wayne’s old country records; the only one that Eddie figured wasn’t too twangy), and setting tiny kitchen table like it was a fancy table-for-two at some pricey restaurant in the city. It was perfect and, honestly more than you’d ever expected. When he asked you out, you expected a simple movie date or maybe going to watch some band who was not nearly as good as Corroded Coffin play at local bar together, not an amazing home-cooked meal and a night alone with a shaggy-haired, doe eyed aidoneus. It’s safe to say that the pasta wasn’t the only thing that got saucy that night, if you catch my drift. Eddie gave you a taste of his other homemade sauce, if you know what I mean.

So yeah, Eddie Munson can cook. The man is a fucking wiz in the kitchen.

#why must my brain plague me with random headcanons for edward francis munson instead of letting me sleep??? #that being said… #put some respect on his name #the man is a god #can he remember to shower regularly? no #but can he cook a fucking deliciousioso meal for the one he loves? fuck yeah he can #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things vol 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson ficlet #pol’s greatest hits

[lover4st]

eddie munson x bookworm!reader

just wanted to write this, has been in my drafts for over a month now. lol.

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Would let you ramble on and on about books.

Always makes sure you bring at least 1 book everywhere you go (in case you get bored so you can occupy yourself.

Will make you cute bookmarks that are made by him 💕

Might sometimes write a note on a torn-up piece of paper to congratulate you on finishing it in the very back.

Also puts some reminders in each chapter to take a break and eat and have some water (because sometimes you get so sucked up in a book, you never want to put it down).

Some might say or have a p.s. with a “give me a hug/kiss when you read this” and you immediately do so.

If you have a list of books you want to read, then he will check them out under his name and let you read them.

Also reads some of your books and you read some of his (of course Eddie has to read some type of book, who do you think he is?).

Returns your books for you.

Let’s you read him to sleep or him read to you while brushing his fingers through your hair.

Even though, he would always love for you to have your attention on him, he never has the heart to rip it from your hands. You just look so peaceful reading. Instead, he makes sure to put his head on your lap and nudge into you when you don’t mess with his hair.

And since you are so smart and you like reading, he persuades you into helping him do his book reports which really just ends in you doing it for him.

The only time he has ever taken your book is when you seriously need to do something. Like sleep.

He literally has to pry it out of your hands and hold you, so you won’t get back up and get it. 

Every time he lets you rant about what is going on until you drift asleep.

Eddie thinks it is better to light a candle when you are reading so you are way more relaxed. And it helps.

This man just over all adores you and of course you passion for books and never wants to take away the things that make you happy.

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[yunirgo]

this might be a little bit too specific and gross to some people BUT

i feel like eddie likes the smell of boob sweat. LET ME FINISH

he is obviously obsessed with his partners big boobs; loves to bury his face in between your breasts.

when you get home from a long day of school/work, he automatically hugs you. ofc you just want to go shower bcs you’re dirty and smelly, but all you want to do is be in his arms. he kisses your head, your lips, jaw and then your neck. he leaves the best thing for last.

he just dives in between your cleavage and takes an obnoxiously loud inhale that always makes you laugh. you try to push him away every single time, but he just holds you tighter and tries to bury his head deeper.

when he finally pulls away, he exhales dramatically and smiles widely.

he does the same after sex: arms around your waist, head on your breasts.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #st s4 #stranger things #edward munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb

[manic-eddie]

modern au!eddie would definitely wear these‼️

a little blurb about Eddie wearing these👇🏻 *a little suggestive but nothing too nsfw*

like you would be sitting in bed reading a book while is in the shower then he finally comes out of the bathroom but instead of seeing him in his plaid pajama pants and raggedy Metallica shirt that he would normally wear to bed, he is wearing those briefs. he literally struts out of the bathroom like he’s some Victoria’s Secret model and is walking down a runway, he literally puts on a whole show and when he finally gets to the bed he points down to the *ahem* area that says ‘bite me’ and says “you know what to do babe;)”

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[astars-things]

Two Peas in a pod 

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Y/n.edwards “my daddy”- Nora Edwards 

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Edwards.73: my baby ❤️

jay_keranen90: this is to cute 

Dylanduke25: Nora can we share

>Y/n.edwards  she said no :(

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Y/n.edwards two peas in a pod 

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Njdevils: family goals ❤️

 lhughes_06:  jealous 

Markestapa  : DILF 

Brendanbrisson: so freaking cute 

>Edwards.73: thanks briss 😘

>Brendanbrisson: I was talking about Nora…

edwards1016: when do I get cuddles from Nora?

>Y/n.edwards: when Ethan has stopped hogging her 🤣

>Edwards.73:  rude 🙄

*photos from Pinterest 

#fluff #imagines #x reader #hockey blurbs #umich hockey #send in requests #ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #dad Eddy #fake instagram #ig edit

[iamapoissons]

modern eddies guilty pleasure would probably be  listening to taylor swift

#just saying #lex’s late night toughts #eddie munson #edward munson #stranger things #st4 #eddie munson st4 #taylor swift #stranger things 4 #joeseph quinn #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #joe quinn #joseph quinn blurb

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Leaving, on a Jet Plane

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gen!reader Warning: pure fluff, sleepy Eddie

Summery: It's a slow, beautiful morning

A/N: I would suggest to listen to 'Leaving, on a Jet Plane' by John Denver. Enjoy!

It was unusual for Eddie to wake up so early. He could hear soft rustling from the trees outside the park. Birds chirped. A cool breeze blew softly through the open window.

He turned over his shoulder and saw your sleeping form. A small shiver washed over your body. Eddie pulled your blanked over your shoulder. He kissed the crown of your head and stood up.

He went into the small kitchen fixing himself a cup of water. He pulled out the French press and coffee and started the morning routine you usually started. He made the coffee as you instructed him all the time. He filled the cattle with water and put it on the stove. Eddie turned it on, waiting till the water boiled and he could fill the press.

He took your favourite cup from the cupboard and placed it next to the coffee press before fixing himself a cup. He walked over to the sofa with his coffee in hand. He but the mug on the coffee table before walking to the other end of the couch and reached behind it. He pulled his acoustic guitar out and sat down. It was his oldest and one of his most precious of guitars. His mother got it for him after she saw him play with a self-made guitar he built out of a cardboard box and rubber bands. She had to save money for half a year. He remembered his sixth birthday exactly. His mother woke him up super early. She had a big smile on her face. As he was dressed she took his hand and all but dragged him to the music store. His eyes got wide as he saw the guitar he was holding right now. A small smile edged itself onto his lips as he remembered the day.

He began to lightly pluck the strings before deciding what to play. Slowly the haphazardly plucking turned into a tune. He started to hum softly under his breath.

The minutes went by before he heard your soft, tired voice singing the refrain. He turned his attention to you, never stopping to play the song. You walked over still singing as you sat next to him.

He stopped earning a confused look from you. He started again, nodding to you to start singing. Your confused looked turned into a gleeful smile. Eddie gaze never left yours. Heat rushed into your face at the part with the wedding ring. You talked about it but never in depth.

As the last chorus flew out of your mouth and the guitar grew silent Eddie kissed your shoulder before leaning on it. “Mornin’.” He rasped.

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[swtki]

anywho, send me big d Eddie Munson hcs / blurb prompts

pls and thanks

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[ivyveil]

but practicing your hair-braiding skills on Eddie, proclaiming you were rusty since your summer camp days back long ago. he pretends not to be very into it, grumpy and grumbling about having to work knots out of his hair that were there by accident much less purposeful ones - but you notice his eyes resting closed as you rake fingertips through his curls, parting the sections out. you work in the low audio of some shitty movie on the TV, something random and probably owed back to the video store already. when it's done, you're surprised when eddie goes for your wrist, pulling at a hair tie wordlessly, save a soft grunt.

finishing the french braid (or two little dutch pigtails, or even a waterfall or a fishtail [can u tell that I went to summer camp l o l]) and laying it over his shoulder. him twisting from laying against your chest to bury his head in your neck, feeling warm and safe and that fuzzy way you get when someone's played with your hair for an adequate amount of time.

ft. him undoing it the next morning, having accidentally fallen asleep smushed against your chest, and navigating Eddie Munson with beach waves instead of the curly mop mess he normally is

#just some thoughts I GUESS #i love braiding hair #and he would pretend to be so grumpy about it too #but like shut the fuck up edward you're gonna be pretty today and then you can be metal tomorrow #metalhead baby #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson

[graceanne19822]

Send Requests!

I desperately want to get back into writing but I’m dealing with hella writer’s block. I can do most shows (Stranger Things seems to be pretty popular right now, so that included lol) I can also do Twilight and Marvel as well!

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[pollenallergie]

I just know that Eddie secretly loves skincare… but only because you love it. Of course, you get him some skin care essentials so that he can create his own ~*custom*~ daily routine, but the man hardly ever uses them. At best, Eddie sometimes uses the cleanser you bought him to wash his face in the shower, but most the time he either forgets to wash his face entirely or (more often) he does it with the same cheap bar of soap he uses to wash everything else. Really, he prefers to watch you work through your own simple three/four step routine. In Eddie’s opinion, there’s something oddly therapeutic, soothing even, about watching the one he loves do something that you so clearly enjoy; even if its something as mundane as washing your face or applying some moisturizer. 

Occasionally, Eddie will partake in skincare with you, but only because he loves that its a peaceful activity that he gets to do with his favorite person. His favorite aspects of skincare are facemasks. In fact, Eddie loves, loves, loves when you come home with new face masks for him to try; especially when they’re the ones that you have to like spread on his face. Clays, gels, creams, he loves them all, mostly because you’ve deemed him too messy to use them on his own. Instead of giving him the opportunity to make an absolute mess of things, you do every single step for him while pampering him along the way. During the application process, you give Eddie a nice facial massage as you spread the slightly chilly substance all over his skin. Then, instead of letting him wash it off himself - because he just gets water all over the bathroom when he does that - you take a warm, damp wash cloth and gently wipe it off for him. Once his skin is all bright and clean, you even give him another little facial massage when you apply some moisturizer to skin, paying extra special attention to his masseter muscles because the poor bean tends to clench his teeth. The whole experience is just absolutely wonderful for our dear Eddie because you dote on him the entire time; he fucking adores it. Mr. Edward Francis Munson (because I genuinely believe that man has the lamest middle name ever; most hot guys do and its usually a family name or some shit like that) is not a big fan of sheet masks though, mostly because they’re really slimy in a way that he’s not super fond of, plus the lack of mess means that you allow him to do them mostly independently and, therefore, don’t really dote on him as much. Although, he doesn’t necessarily hate them, he’ll still use them if you offer him one, but he typically prefers the messier masks; he’s a messy dude.  

Also, every other Friday, after Eddie gets his paycheck, he takes you to your favorite beauty shop so that you can stock up on your staple products and maybe, if you’re feeling particularly adventurous, splurge on a couple new things for the both of you to try. You two often don’t have much money to spend on non-essentials, but skincare is one of those extravagances that you allow yourselves to indulge in whenever its feasible to do so. After all, Eddie would sooner have no money to his name, no food in his belly, and no home to return to than deny you the pleasure of indulging in one of your favorite things in the whole wide world. Is that too dramatic? Probably, but this is Eddie the Thespian we’re dealing with here. 

#you cannot tell me that this man's middle name is not some old timey shit of like french or latin or fuck even german origin #could be francis #could be horace #could be otis #could even be herbert #either way its unbelievably lame #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #gn!reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson ficlet #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson thoughts #edward munson

[lover4st]

eddie munson x crime show lover!reader

sorry i havent been posting at all recently. sorry.

also, HAPPY NEW YEARS

sorry if it not as much as yall want.

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Eddie at first didn’t know how to comprehend that your favorite shows are crime shows. Some are fake and some are real fucking stories.

That blew his mind.

He thought you were psycho.

You are the first significant other he has had. Like ever.

Eddie didn’t know that one could get addicted to crime shows. Some of the episodes that you are watching scare him a lot more than horror movies do. 

And Eddie with his dumb self, decided to ask the Hellfire club of what he should do.

Some of them said that he should leave you before he gets murdered, and the others said that he shouldn’t leave you because then that is when he will get murdered. 

Dustin pointed out that some people just watch them for no specific reason, they just think that it is school, or maybe they like the bad guy’s getting caught. He pointed out that his own mother, the wonderful Ms. Henderson watches them late at night and sometime Dustin even joins her because they seem kind of cool.

But everyone gets back to talking and completely ignores what he said.

When Eddie came over to your house unexpectedly, like always so at this point it's almost expectable. 

And once again you were watching your crime shows, and Eddie just accepted at this point.

You are always his perfect sweetheart. You are his darling. You are his perfect disaster. You are his extraordinary chaos. You are his doll. You are his everything.

So, he will love you despite your weirdness, because you love him despite his.

Maybe a few days later it doesn’t bother him anymore because now he has started to enjoy them with you. He will ditch going with his friends somewhere just so he can stay home with you and watch some random guy killing people.

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[eddies-blunt]

{prompt from the story ❤️}

"I don't know, Dustin. There's something 'bout her manners I guess."

My voice cracked towards the end of my saying, everyone at the table catching the glimpse of how airy and weak it sounded.

I felt madly uncomfortable because that endeed, is what I truly was at the given moment.

All of our eyes were glued to Ida's golden locks that were cascading down her slim, narrow back whilst covering the perfectly smooth, pale European skin of hers.

I would give up my DND playing dices for just a short sniff of her hair.

"Eddie, my brother, she literally has none."

Her plump lips unreleased a chewed piece of bright green, mint gum with a rather loud spitting sound- awakening a certain feeling in the depths of my groin.

Nevertheless, Dustin was shockingly right.

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[corroded-hellfire]

Eddie x bookworm!Reader angst-to-fluff, where Eddie is always picking on Reader because he has a crush on her, but she thinks he’s just being mean. Like he’ll say “read anything good lately, bookworm?” because he genuinely wants to talk to her about what she’s reading, but she assumes he’s teasing her like everyone else. And then a fluffy ending where he actually has a real conversation and admits that he likes her? Love you, bb! @munson-blurbs 💚

Eddie would love bookish girls like us, Bug! We’d be his favorites and everyone else would be jealous hehehe. I loved this request and I hope you enjoy!

Words: 2k

The library is supposed to be your sanctuary. It’s supposed to be where you can go and be with the books, spending time picking out the perfect one before settling down in a chair to see what new adventure awaits you within the pages. But he’s here again. The metal head who thinks it’s fun to pick on you. It’s no secret that people at school are constantly calling him a freak, so he obviously knows what it’s like to be teased and picked on. So why does he do it to you?

The paperback in your hands is pretty small, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to hide your face behind it, hoping Eddie doesn’t notice you. But you know it didn’t work when you hear the chair on the opposite side of the table from you being pulled back and someone drops down into it.

“Hey, bookworm.”

Taking a moment to close your eyes and take a deep breath behind the cover of the book, you lower it and give Eddie the most unfriendly smile you can manage.

“Edward.”

“Don’t call me that,” he says, wrinkling up his nose.

“Don’t call me bookworm,” you retort.

“It’s not a bad thing,” Eddie says.

You ignore him and go back to reading. Well, pretending to read anyway, but really waiting for him to get up and leave.

“Whatcha reading?”

Slowly, you lower the book down enough where you can peer over the side of it where it clearly shows the title.

“Little Women,” you answer anyway.

“So, like, girls?”

“Sure.”

“What’s it about?”

“Eddie,” you say with a sigh. You lower the book down and slide your bookmark into the page you left off on. “What do you want?”

He leans back in his seat and frowns at you as he laces his fingers behind his head.

“To know what your book is about,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“No,” you say with a shake of your head. “What do you really want?”

The bell rings and you don’t give him time to answer your question before your things are back in your backpack and you’re out the door.

Luckily, you don’t see Eddie the rest of the day. The next day, you’re not as lucky. As you're getting the books you need out of your locker, you see Eddie coming down the hall out of the corner of your eye. Hurrying so he doesn’t have the chance to come and tease you, you swap out your things and clutch what you need to your chest. You hardly make sure your locker is properly closed before you’re turning away and walking quickly down the hallway, hoping he won’t spot you.

When you step into your French class, you finally release the breath you’ve been holding in your chest. Head down so no one else will notice you, you open your French notebook and turn it to a clean page for the start of class.

Someone drops down in the seat next to you, but you don’t look their way until you feel them leaning into your personal space. You’re shocked when Billy Hargrove is there, so close to you, an easy smile on his lips.

“Hey, smart girl.”

You’d bet good money he’s calling you that because he doesn’t know your real name.

“Um, hi,” you say. There’s a group of girls on the other side of the classroom who are whispering to each other as they watch the two of you.

Billy’s tongue pokes out against his top lip as he looks at you through his thick eyelashes. It’s a look you’ve seen him give dozens of girls around school. He wants something. And you know it’s not you, so that leaves only one other option.

“You’re really good at this French stuff, yeah? Well, to tell you the truth, I’m struggling a little bit. Do you think there’s any way you could help me out with that? I’d really appreciate it.” It’s a good thing you’re sitting because his smile is enough to make your knees give out.

“I’m not really a tutor,” you tell him, shrugging your shoulders. It’s the truth, but you’re also pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to understand your French because he’d make you a stuttering mess just by looking at you.

“Anything I can do to change your mind?” Billy asks, tilting his head. His voice is so sultry it should be illegal.

“I-I don’t think so.”

Billy tsks and shakes his head.

“Well, damn. Let me know if you change your mind, sweetheart.” He knocks his fist against your desk before going back to his own seat.

The teacher walks in and everyone takes their seats, one of the girls who was whispering about you taking her seat right behind you.

“You’re not as smart as everyone says you are,” she leans forward to whisper in your ear.

Mrs. Shay has her back to the class so you take the opportunity to turn around to face the girl.

“What?”

“For a nerd, you’re pretty dumb. Billy Hargrove was willing to spend time with you and you said no. Tell me, how many guys actually want to be around you? Let alone ones that look like Billy.”

You quickly spin back around so she can’t see the tears forming in your eyes. She’ll only be meaner if she sees she gets a reaction out of you. It’s hard to concentrate for the rest of the class, both interactions replaying in your head the whole period.

Lunch is next and you can’t bring yourself to go into the cafeteria full of students. It’s a nice day out so you decide to go sit outside and eat your sandwich in peace. You’re looking forward to picking up your spot in Little Women as you settle on the grass, back resting against the brick building, but come up empty after looking in your bag.

“No,” you whine to yourself as you double check for the book. Still not there. You must’ve left it in your locker. Alone with just your thoughts and your sandwich, the lunch period seems to go on forever. You get up a few moments before it’s over and go to your locker to grab your novel in case you get a chance to read it in any of your afternoon classes. But it’s not there either. You slam your locker door closed and knock your forehead against it. Where the hell did your book go?

“Hey! Bookworm!”

You don’t need to look up to know who’s calling for you. There have been many times in the past you’ve been grateful your locker is right next to the girl’s room, and this is another one, as you slip in, acting like you didn’t hear Eddie.

Once the bell rings, you wait a minute for the halls to fill with students before joining the sea of teenagers. A quick glance around and there’s no sign of Eddie. You don’t press your luck though and make a beeline straight for your biology class.

The end of the school day can’t come fast enough. Heading to the library after the final bell is like being a salmon swimming upstream as everyone makes for the exits. A sigh leaves your lips once you’re safely inside and find a table in the corner to hide yourself at. Unfortunately, you’re only allowed a few peaceful moments.

“There you are, bookworm.”

It feels like the last straw. You groan and drop your head down to the table, but Eddie still pulls out the seat across from you and plops down in it.

“I’ve been trying to give this back you.” There’s a slide across the table and you pick your head up to see your tattered paperback of Little Women. “You dropped it in the hallway this morning. I tried calling for you but I guess you didn’t hear me.”

“Oh,” you say, stomach sinking with guilt. “Thank you.” You’d just come to expect the worst from people, so Eddie’s act of kindness comes as a surprise.

“No problem,” Eddie says. He leans forward on his forearms and smiles at you. It’s such an open and kind smile that it makes your head feel a little fuzzy. You’d never noticed how pretty Eddie is before. His dark eyes watch you and your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

“You know,” Eddie says. “I don’t think I could’ve forgiven Amy.”

“What?” you ask, face scrunching in confusion.

Eddie nods his head towards the book on the table between the two of you.

“Amy. She burnt Jo’s manuscript. That’s pretty shitty. And I’m pretty sure Laurie is in love with Jo.”

“Oh.” You look down at the cover of Little Women, your fingers coming up to ghost over the edges. “You’ve read it?”

“I started to,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Just don’t tell O’Donnell I was reading that in class today instead of listening to her drone on and on.”

“You were reading it today?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. He looks down at the table in front of him and knocks his shiny silver rings a few times on the wood. “You didn’t tell me what it was about yesterday, so I decided to find out.”

Thinking back to Eddie finding you in the library yesterday, you remember him asking about what you were reading. You’d assumed it was some ploy to make fun of you, but it seems he was genuinely curious. The guilt tightens your stomach even further. You’re not sure how to apologize without admitting to him you’d assumed he was being an asshole.

“Um, do you want to finish the book? See how it ends?” You extend it to him and Eddie’s head snaps up to look at you.

“Really?” he asks, sounding more excited than you’d expect.

“Sure,” you say. “I’ve read it three times already so I’m in no hurry to finish it. Go ahead.”

Eddie’s face lights up in a grin and you mentally shake yourself for never noticing how absolutely adorable he is before.

“Thanks,” he says. He takes it from you and holds it in his hands like it’s precious and made of glass, not a book that looks like it’s weathered many storms. “Maybe when I’m done we could talk about it?”

Now it’s your turn to be surprised.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he says, avoiding your eyes. “Maybe we could get coffee or something? Or, pizza if you don’t like coffee.”

You stare at him for a moment before responding.

“You want to hang out with me? Voluntarily?”

His face pinches into a frown as he meets your eyes again.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” he asks.

“I just…” You sigh. “You’re always calling me a bookworm. I figured you were picking on me like everyone else does.”

“Oh.” His face falls and he quickly shakes his head. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that bothered you so much.” He sets the book down and rubs his hands over his face. “I guess I was just teasing. I’m not good with emotions and feelings.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Ugh,” he groans, but there’s a shy smile on his face. “You know how in, like, third grade, how boys will sometimes pick on girls they like?”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod, clearly missing the hidden message in the question.

He huffs a laugh and gestures to himself.

“Guess I’m about as mature as a third grader.”

Your eyes widen and Eddie can’t help but chuckle in amusement at the look.

“You’re saying you like me? Is…is that what you’re saying?”

“You’re supposed to be the clever one here,” Eddie says with a smirk.

“And you’re…you’re serious?”

He frowns at this and leans in closer towards you.

“I would never joke like that. I know what it’s like to be picked on. It fucking sucks. I’m not about to inflict that on someone else. Especially someone as cute as you.”

Heat blooms on your face, so warm you’re sure you must look like a tomato. Eddie sits up, straightening in pride that he had that effect on you.

“Um, okay,” you say quietly. “Well, finish that book and we’ll go talk about it over pizza.”

“Like…a date?” Eddie asks in a hopeful voice.

“Yeah, a date.” You can’t help the giddy smile that comes to your face.

“Shit, I better get started then.” Eddie opens the book and leans back in his seat. You giggle, thinking he’s joking, but you see his eyes start to actually scan the pages as he reads. Taking advantage of his distraction, you let yourself look over him. His frizzy hair hangs at his shoulders, bangs pushed to the left side of his forehead. His long body reclines in the chair as he reads, his tongue poking out of his pretty lips. He’s beautiful.

You can’t wait until he’s finished with the book. Then he’ll understand what you mean when you say you’d love to be the Jo March to his Friedrich Bhaer.

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