Eddie Munson X Reader

My Princess-Eddie X plus size reader

authors note: the poem used is, A night with my lady by Jared M Stein. I changed the second to last line to fit the story.

Eddie's POV

I was late. Again and I left my jacket at home, not a good start to the day. I missed the entirety of first period; Mr. Davis must have been pissed. I bee-lined for my locker to get my book for creative writing. It was one of the only classes I actually liked, I took it every year that I've had to repeat the same fucking grade. This year was my year though; I'm going to fucking graduate and get the hell out of this fucking town. I popped my locker open and started digging through it.

"Where have you been!?"

I jumped, dropping my books on the floor, "Ah, shit." I turned to look at (Y/N). My breath caught in my throat. She looked so pretty today, "I-I over slept by accident." She bent down and picked up my books, "I was worried. You normally show up midway through class." I looked her over as she went to hand them to me. She was wearing a Ratt t-shirt that was tight across her chest, leaving little to my imagination as to her breast size. Her jean skirt had lace trim; it hugged all her curves the right way. Her thick thighs were hugged by fishnets and she chose to go with army boots today. My eyes drifted back up to her breasts. I mentally slapped myself for thinking about her shirtless. I shifted my gaze to the books in her hands; her little Madonna gloves enhancing how delicate they were,  "Yeah, sorry. I forgot to set my alarm. It happens." I shrugged and gave a half smile. She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, "Whatever, Munson. Come on we'll be late." I bowed slightly, offering for the lady to go first and followed close behind. I adjusted my pants due to the semi I'd gotten and hoped she hadn't noticed. I'd had a crush on her since she moved into town last year. I didn't even go looking to recruit her into Hellfire club...she sought me out. A cutie into metal/glam metal and dungeons&dragons; I'll fight any monster to win her favor and do anything to protect her honor. She was my princess, or someday I hoped she would be.

One of the girls up ahead sneered at (Y/N) while whispering to her friend, "There goes lard ass and the freak." They giggled to each other. I grimaced at them in my head, knowing full well she heard them too. I didn't understand why people made fun of her. I loved how she looked and her beauty was way above theirs just based on personality alone. I noticed her fingers had wrapped around the strap of her messenger bag tighter. Before I could say anything she turned on her heels, "Looks like someone rolled a Natural One this morning because that outfit is a Critical Failure." I laughed out loud and joined in, "Yeah, at least we don't look like Goblins that just crawled out of a mud bath!" The two of them stared at us, scoffed and walked into the classroom behind them. I nudged (Y/N) with my arm, "Nice, come back (L/N)." She smiled, looking up at me, "I've learned from the best." She nudged me slightly back,  looking down at her feet.

Once in class, (Y/N) sat in the chair in the far back corner. She usually sat towards the middle with me, but I guess now she wasn't in the mood for talking. Mrs. Stanton addressed the class, "Alright, guys and gals, last class period I gave you the option to write a poem. If you did it, I was going to allow you to raise your lowest grade to an 80 or to drop your lowest test score at the end of the year. Any takers want to come up front and read their work to the class?" I gulped...I had done the assignment but I didn't realize I'd be reading it in front of everyone. I played with my rings as Robin got up to read hers. My leg bounced preparing myself to have to read it out loud. It wasn't like playing guitar and getting wrapped up in the music; this was nerve racking. I shoved my hand in the air, "Mrs. Stanton, I'd actually like to read mine as well." She smiled, "Alright then Eddie, come on up."

I pushed myself up from the desk, my rings slightly scraping the top of it and walked up to the front. I looked up quickly, glancing at (Y/N) before looking down at my paper. I read it aloud,