Girl, Interrupted [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]

Girl, Interrupted

A/N: Hi, friends! This is a role reversal project that I did. It started as a oneshot where reader walks in on Eddie, but I had a very positive response and was asked to make a second part where Eddie walks in on reader. So here it is! Check out the other part: Boy, Interrupted on my list. Enjoy x

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You huffed with annoyance as you checked your watch for the 3rd time: 9:16pm.

Eddie was late. The pizza you ordered had gone cold and soggy. It was almost an hour past when you'd planned to watch Little Shop of Horrors together.

So you tossed the Family Video tape onto your dresser to be played at a later time, taking a swig of the lukewarm beer you'd sat out for him and grimaced at the awful taste before flopping backwards onto your bed.

He was probably stoned and lost track of time, or had fallen asleep. You couldn't wait to give him hell about it tomorrow.

You flipped through a magazine, discarding it onto the floor as you couldn't bring yourself to focus on the reading. Music was playing softly in the background but you were just bored. Fridays were for dumb movies with your best friend, not for sitting alone in your sad little bedroom.

So you sighed, slipping off your sweatpants as you slid under your covers, shimmying down into a comfy position to try and fall asleep. After tossing and turning several times, you decided to reach for your trusty little bullet in your nightstand. It'd give you something to do, and hopefully wear you out enough to sleep.

You rummaged around in your nightstand for it, pulling out the little purple toy. Out with it came a Polaroid picture that managed to hitch a ride thanks to the messy disarray of your bedside table contents.

You reached to the floor to retrieve the picture, sighing when you saw it was a picture you'd taken of Eddie a few months prior when he was helping you make cupcakes.

"You better not show anyone that," he smiled after the camera flash startled him, whisk and mixing bowl in hand. He had a little patch of flour on his cheek.

"Thought about blowing it up, actually... giving it to Nancy to put in the paper," you teased as you shook the photograph to help it develop. "I can see the headline now: Eddie Munson, Baker of all Evil..."

"Give me the photo, Y/N..." Eddie said with a quirked brow as he sat down the chocolate batter, slowing walking toward you from across the kitchen.

"Or what, Munson?" You asked, squealing as he lunged at you from the other side of the kitchen island, just barely missing your shirt tail.

"Or you're dead. Hand it over," he laughed as he faked to the right, finally grabbing you when you sprinted to the left of the counter where he could wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm not scared of you," you said through a strangled laugh, squirming as he tried to grab the picture, which you strategically shoved down into your bra.

Eddie chuckled darkly as he let you go, narrowing his eyes at you as you backed away breathlessly. "You're lucky I'm a gentleman..." He said with a smirk, his eyes roaming over your covered breasts where you'd stashed the Polaroid.

In that moment, you kinda wished he hadn't been.

You sighed as you kicked the blanket off of your lower half, already too warm from the thoughts roaming around your headspace. Memories of the night the picture was taken came flooding back, how mesmerizing it was to watch Eddie do anything that involves his hands. And the way you felt when those hands had wrapped around you in an attempt to steal the photo.