It was your senior year and you couldn't wait to graduate. These past four years had been torturous and all you looked forward to was moving out of town. Of course in your train of thoughts, as you walked to school, leaving town meant not seeing a certain someone anymore...Eddie Munson. Eddie was more intriguing than anyone else at school. Other people found him weird and different, naming him 'The Freak'.
You however found him highly attractive, sweet and funny. Your heart beat like a hummingbird when he looked at you and you felt the world would end when he said your name. So you would quietly have a conversation with him, your cheeks blushing from the attention. Slipping away at the correct moment before he could notice how attracted to him you were. Because if he noticed, you didn't want to go through the rejection.
The school building came into view causing you to sigh, "Same shit, different day." The other students were lingering about the school yard in their respective groups. You made your way into the building squeezing past the group of cheerleaders that blocked the doorway. You could feel them watching as you walked down to your locker. You opened it up and there on the shelf was a tiny stuffed pig with your name written on it. Your heart twinged with sadness and your shoulders dropped. The laughter from the cheerleaders echoed down the hall. One of them obviously placed it in there. "Only two more months..." You moved the animal over and proceeded to grab the correct books.
First period was chemistry, which was your favorite for two reasons. You liked the subject and your lab partner was Eddie. Today just happened to be a lab day in which you would be making the scent of cinnamon. You sat at your table in the back, the teacher had setup all the equipment you needed already. All the two of you would need to do is gather the ingredients and then conduct the experiment.
You watched as others began to arrive and take their places, Eddie among them. He waved as he sat down, flashing a small smile, his brown eyes sparkling, "Hey (L/N), what's up?" You smiled back slightly, still hurt from earlier, "Morning Eddie." He lightly tapped the table top while leaning back in his chair, one eyebrow raised in concern, "Everything okay, (Y/N)?" You nodded, looking away so you wouldn't start blushing. He went along with your answer, not wanting to push the subject, "So, uh, I woke up late this morning and left my notes at home. Would you mind if I worked off yours?" You laughed, smiling as you pushed the paper to were it could be easily read by both of you, "Again, Eddie?" He acted hurt by placing his hands against his heart dramatically, "(Y/n), you wound me." Then he leaned in close staring into your eyes, his arms propped up on the table, "I promise, next time I'll bring mine and we can work off of it." He smirked a bit as you nodded to him, "Okay, Eddie." The way he looked at you got your heart beating, the smell of his cologne wafted towards you as he sat back up straight, "Cool sweetheart. Let's do this!" You giggled as he jumped up from his seat, spinning to face the back counter and started grabbing some of the ingredients you needed.
The rest of class went well; everyone too busy working with their chemicals to bother anyone. You went to grab one of the beakers and it slipped, smashing against the floor. Without hesitation Eddie grabbed you and rushed you over to the sink rinsing your hands under the flowing water, "Are you okay? Did it splash on you?" The teacher came quickly and started cleaning up the mess, "Miss. (L/N), please be more careful. What if it had been corrosive? All you needed was to add that last ingredient and you'd be in pain." You nodded looking back and forth from the teacher to Eddie, "I'm okay. I don't think any got on me, Eddie." He nodded and turned the water off. The teacher gave a disapproving look and went to dispose of the trash. You noticed several students snickering at you, faintly the word 'fatass' reached your ears. You looked down at the floor, even though your size had nothing to do with the accident everyone else would attribute it that way. Eddie nudged you gently with his arm,"Don't listen to them, (Y/n). They're just a bunch of sheep." You nodded as the bell rang. You grabbed your stuff and bolted out of the room.
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Eddie Munson X Reader
Romanceone shots, head cannons and requests for Eddie Munson. Originals will be based on plus size readers. All types of requests taken except for ones with suicide.