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ꖛ ─ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❜ eddie munson ɞ

─ synopsis ⨾ what it would be like to be a cheerleader and date eddie munson.

❛ warnings ∿ fluff, slight angst, drug-use, mentions of bullying, some season four spoilers (this isn't really plot-focused of st4 though soo...) slightly ooc-eddie oops.

❛ pairings ∿ eddie munson x popular!cheerleader!reader

❛ eli’s thoughts ∿ not me falling for another weird, sarcastic side character i can't. also, rockstar gf aesthetic!!! enjoy these not proof-read headcanons. ( sidenote, i literally love the popular girl x unpopular boy trope!>>!@> )

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You were a year younger than Eddie. You were a junior, and he was repeating in senior year. You two also ran in completely different social circles.

He was a metalhead who ran campaigns for fantasy board games, and you were on the cheer team and spent most of your time getting wasted at parties with the basketball team.

While you didn't have any classes together, you saw each other frequently during lunch. He wasn't hard to miss with his loud, and about personality.

You admired his confidence in himself, and his passions (D&D and his band) even though it led to merciless teasing and bullying from the other kids— especially Jason and the basketball team.

The first time you actually talk to him is when you walk into the music room. One of your friends on band had forgotten something, and asked if you could get it for them. Begrudgingly you agreed, and ended up finding Eddie in the room, playing on his electric guitar.

The catchy beat caught you in a trance, so you couldn't help but stay and listen. Totally not staring watching the way his fingers ghosted over the strings of the guitar.

"Well, well, well..."

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment as you hadn't realised he caught you staring.

"It's rude to stare y'know?" He tilts his head slightly to the side, a smirk growing on his lips.

"I wasn't staring," you scratch the back of your neck, gaze immediately on the floor.

With his quick-wit and strange charm, you ended up staying in the music room for another hour. He let you try out his guitar, showing which of the chords to play and teaching you some of the tunes to his favourite songs (you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat when his hand touched yours).

Shortly after that, you ended up seeing Eddie more often. Hanging out after school, exchanging glances in the hallway, and him inviting you to his uncle's trailer. He finally asks you out one day when you both are chilling in his room. You'd both just smoked some weed and were laying on his bed.

"So, like, you wanna go out sometime?"

His love language is definitely touch, and quality time. He loves the feeling of you in his arms, or just being in your presence even if it's only for a second when passing each other on your way to classes.

You come to support his band every week, cheering him on as if he were preforming at the Garden. He would probably write a song about you, but never tell you.

The only reason he'd ever come to a pep-rally was to now watch you perform in your cheer group. Prepare for a lot of wolf-whistling and "that's my girl!".

Speaking of cheer... most if not all your clique-obsessed cheer friends would not be very supportive of your relationship. "He's a freak! Why would you go out with him?".

You eventually drop the team after the constant comments on your relationship. You love Eddie, he loves you, that's all that matters.

Rarely would he ever get insecure about your relationship, but sometimes there's a guilty pang in his heart when he hears that you've been getting shit for being associated with him.

"I mean I don't know, maybe you'd be better off with someone else," He sighed, resting his head back against the tree. You two were sitting out in the forest near the school like you usually did during lunch.

You furrowed your brows and turned to look at him, but he kept his gaze to the branches above you. "Eddie, why would you think that?"

"Well, 'cause you're all cheery," he replies, with a mocking gesture of pom-poms— to which you roll your eyes to. "..And I'm... a weirdo."

You rest your head on his shoulder, and move your hand up to intertwine with his. "First off, I dropped all the cheery shit," you reply with the same mocking tone, "and second off, you're my weirdo." "Wow, very comforting, Y/N, thanks," his raspy chuckle sends butterflies to your stomach, as you inch closer to him.

He'd bring you along to his D&D games. Even if he was halfway through a campaign, he'd find some way to include you in it. You'd become closer to Mike, Will, Dustin and Lucas through these games, along with Eddie.

Eddie would always split his weed for you, or give you a free supply. Calling it the "babes' discount".

He loves when you borrow his clothes, and he'd always loan you his leather jacket. As a gift, he would get you your own 'Hellfire Club' t-shirt, and you guys would frequently wear matching shirts.

Like I said, you guys hang out often at his place, so he would definitely try to teach you to play guitar. Though that only lasts for so long until you end up making out on his bed.

When the death of Chrissy Cunnigham gets out, he instantly goes into hiding at Reefer Rick's placeHe's not nearly as scared of the cops or the basketball team as he is of you thinking he did it.

When you finally find him (through the help of Dustin), he's prepared himself for you to break up with him, or turn him in. Eddie's taken aback when you rush to wrap your arms around him.

"Christ, Eddie, I was so worried about you. Why the hell have you been hiding here?" You scoff, giving him a slight push.

"Well, I'm not exactly Hawkins' most popular resident right now," He replies sarcastically, holding his arms up.

Eddie confesses his fear that you wouldn't want to ever see him again, now that he's basically been branded the boogeyman. You promise Eddie that you'd stick by his side no matter what, and in return you feel his lips crash against yours.

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Turns out I am in fact very predictable and I do have a type 💀

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JANELLE MONÁE x THE GRINCH

Halloween 2021

https://www.instagram.com/monaedroid/ 

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The real joy of fanfiction is getting to read several versions of the exact same, oddly specific plot written by different people and seeing the small ways things differ and falling in love with every one.

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I just want to experience the affectionate tension of always being called by my surname by that one person until the moment one of our lives is in danger and they tenderly call me by my first name

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU dir. Gil Junger

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do NOT separate them

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“Dad, why aren’t we allowed to go outside?” your daughter asks one day. But she already knows. There is no outside anymore.

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whew (*´ー｀*) finally got around to making this

enjoy :]

please excuse any spelling mistakes heh

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We’ll never die