Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “Who did this to you?” and “Wait. Did you hear that?”

A/N: Hello friend! Thank you so much for this request! I was able to work both of them into this one. I had originally thought to break it up but I had another request for 5 so I thought I would try both! I really hope you like it!

Warning: cursing, mentions of blood and a little violence

Originally posted by suledins

You were sitting at the Hellfire table during lunch, bouncing your leg anxiously as your boyfriend, Eddie, hadn’t shown up yet. You had asked the group if they had seen him anywhere as you hadn’t since your break and he was usually one of the first people at the table, but no one had seen him either. You looked around the cafeteria again, trying to find his brown curls in the throng of students, sighing when you couldn’t find him again. Finally, you saw him come through the doors, he had a paper towel pressed to his lip, his hair and clothes were disheveled, and he had a frustrated look on his face. As he walked closer to the table you noticed the specs of blood on the paper towel and how his lip was swollen and you felt your eyebrows furrow in concern.

He pulled out the seat at the head of the table and silently sat down and looked up at you. “Eddie, what happened? Who did this to you?” You asked hurriedly, reaching out and pulling his hand away from his mouth so you could see his face better. His lip was busted open, but it looked like it wasn’t bleeding too much and you could see his Ozzy shirt was a little ripped at the collar, presumably from someone grabbing it, but other than that there didn’t seem to be too much damage.

“Don’t worry about it babe, it’s nothing.” He said dismissively, you watched him try to send you a reassuring smile but he winced and brought the paper towel back to his lip as more pain came from the split there. You felt your blood start to boil in your veins as you looked at the state that Eddie was in. Why does this happen to him? Why can’t he just exist in this fucking school without being harrassed? Was Eddie loud and does he buck against the safe conformity that the assholes in this school cling to? Yes. Does that mean that he deserves to be treated this way? No, not at all. No one did.

“Was it Andy again?” You asked, looking around the room for his stupid hat. “I’ll fucking-”

“Hey, firecracker, calm down, okay?” Eddie said, grabbing your arm to bring you back to the table as you had tried to get to your feet to find Andy. “It’s okay, baby. I’m okay. We’re almost outta here and then we don’t have to deal with this again.”

“But you don’t deserve this, Eddie. None of us do.” You said as you looked at the table full of the little misfit group you cared so much about. “Just this week Dustin got a wedgie and Gareth almost got his ass kicked by them.”

“And I would do it again.” You heard Andy sneer from behind you. You and your table looked back and found a small group of the basketball players smiling around him.

“Wait. Did you hear that guys?” You asked around the table with faux enthusiasm. You turned back to Andy and his group and gave them an exaggerated smile before, “A piece of shit learned how to talk. I didn’t know they could do that.” You could feel the wide eyes of your friends and boyfriend on you as you chuckled rudely at the jocks. You looked back at Eddie for a quick moment and felt a genuine smile pull at your lips at the look of pure awe and adoration on his face as he looked back at you.

“Why don’t you say that to my face, L/N?” Andy demanded as he took a step closer to you.

You and Eddie both jumped up quickly, but you put a hand on his to keep him back and shot him an ‘I got this’ look. You grabbed your milk carton that came with your lunch and took a measured sip with your finger up, telling the group to hold on. Andy scowled at you in frustration. “I said.” You started calmly, looking the boy up and down with an unimpressed look on your face. “That I didn’t know that pieces of shit like you could learn to talk.” You yelled through the cafeteria. You felt the eyes of every person in the room on you and you put on a sweet smile and then overturned your milk on that stupid hat of his, watching it drip down onto his lettermans jacket as many of the students around you gasped.

“You little-” Andy started, raising his fist at you.

“Y/N! Andy! Stop right now!” You heard a teacher yell behind you. You smiled at Andy, and if looks could kill, you would be dead a few times over by the one he gave you. “Detention! Principals! Right now!”

“But Mr. Wilson-” Andy started.

“Now!” The teacher yelled back.

You looked back at your group with a proud smile on your face as you grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Eddie, still on his feet, quickly grabbed you and kissed you fiercely in front of the gawking students, neither of you caring about his poor split lip.

“Munson! L/N! There is no kissing in these halls!” Mr. Wilson yelled over the “oohs” from the students as he bounded over to the two of you as you split apart, a cheeky grin mirrored on both of your faces.

“Totally worth it.” You said with a bright smile to Eddie as the teacher grabbed you by the arm to lead you himself to the principal’s office.

“I love you, firecracker.” He smiled back, bringing his paper towel back to his lip as it was hurting again.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.” You beamed as the teacher dragged you away from the table and out of the room.

“I won the fucking jackpot, boys.” Eddie said as he sat in his chair and leaned back, wincing again as the uncontrollable smile pulled on his lips.

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