softyolk - Tumblr blog

[softyolk]

I Knew You Were Trouble (ch 1)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: A story about how Eddie Munson fell in and out of love with you. Angst ensues.

Word Count: 1.3k

Content Warnings: Strangers to Lovers, Swearing, Heartbreak, Angst

Author's Note: This is my first story, so please, be kind.

You have seen them before, but the sight always mesmerized you. They looked perfect together, like yin and yang, polar opposites completing each other.

He was tall, with a long messy curly hair, wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans; bad boy-like style but had the sweetest smile. She was shorter than him, luscious hair in a high ponytail, long lashes and blushed cheeks, looking like a doll in her cheerleading outfit, holding his big calloused hand with her tiny manicured fingers. They turned heads whenever they strolled by the school’s halls.

Every morning, without fail, he would take her to her classroom before heading over to his own. You knew their path very well, after all, Chrissy’s classroom was just across from yours.

The rumors around the girl’s bathroom about their relationship were that after a few escapades under the radar, Chrissy Cunningham had finally broken up with Jason Carver to be with Eddie Munson.

Looking at him now, giving her a forehead kiss before taking off, you would’ve never imagined that you would be the one in her position pretty soon.

It never crossed your mind. You were happy for them, mostly because they looked as happy as one can be. And also because they just… fit, you know? Perfect match. But that wasn’t the reason you couldn’t stop staring at them. At him, to be precise. Of course you had a crush on Eddie, of all people. All available people.

It’s not like it was a big deal or anything. You have seen him around a few times, and something in him pulled your attention like a magnet. He was just an interesting guy to look at, especially when he was talking loud about stuff he was passionate about. It also happens that he has the prettiest smile, kindest eyes, great hair and dresses just like the rockstars on the posters you had in your bedroom. But again, it's no big deal.

That's what you keep telling yourself, anyway, when you overhear two girls talking in the bathroom between classes.

"I don't know what to tell you, but he isn't who people think he is–" says the first girl.

"Oh c'mon, the guy is known for being a freak. I don't know what you were expecting." says the other.

"That's not– I told you I don't like that damn nickname or whatever it is. Jason and the guys are such assholes for calling him that. Anyway–", the girl sighs heavily, "I just thought he was different, that's all."

"But different how? I'm still trying to understand why you thought it was a good idea to dump a quarterback to be with a long-haired frea–nobody! Don't look at me like that, I said nobody!"

You felt a bit of tension building between the girls, but the conversation was cut short by the bell. You left the bathroom wondering what must have happened, but you knew for sure they were talking about Eddie.

The jocks had called him "The Freak" mostly because he lives in the trailer park and likes to "play make believe" – that you were sure it was a nagging about his Dungeon & Dragons club. He wasn't great at school either, having repeated the senior year at least twice, but above all, he was so obviously in love with Chrissy, the guys thought he was delusional for thinking he could've a chance.

+++

You don’t know what happened, really. You weren’t sure how it happened either. You just remember seeing them apart. You noticed that Eddie was mostly with his DnD group and stopped being a frequent presence around your classroom hall.

Chrissy had reappeared hugging Jason's arm, her long ponytail swinging from side to side, while crossing the halls all giggly with him.

She wouldn't even glance at Eddie anymore. Sometimes during lunch time, you caught him looking at the couple every now and then. He seemed a little uncomfortable, you thought to yourself.

"Are you even listening to me? Hello???" your friend Betty said, looking annoyed at your lack of attention.

"S-sorry! Yeah, of course I am." you replied, trying to focus your eyes on something else than the heartbroken metal head on the table across the room.

"So what was I saying??" Betty huffed.

"You were complaining about the amount of homework we have this semester…?" You tried.

"Ugh, it's like talking to a wall. Have you finished eating? I wanna get out of here."

As you got up to leave, you decided to give Eddie a quick glance as a sort of silent goodbye. Realizing that he was already looking at you made your heart jump on your chest and you immediately felt your cheeks flush.

He gave you a shy smile, but you convinced yourself that it was definitely for someone else as you have never had any interactions with him so far. You quickly readjusted your gaze to your friend's direction and bolted out of there.

Since then, every time you shared a room with Eddie Munson, somehow you would find him in the crowd just a few moments before his gaze found you back.

You would stare at him as if it was some sort of competition or animal kingdom shit, where you would assert dominance by having him looking somewhere else first. But it never happened. He would smile and you would panic, immediately changing your gaze.

+++

You remember that morning as if it was yesterday.

It had started raining when you turned off your car in the school's parking lot. You knew it was gonna be a cloudy day, but there's was no mention of a freaking storm on the weather forecast the night before, or else you would've known since your mom always gave you a heads up before leaving for work in the morning.

Before grabbing your stuff from the passenger seat, you stopped for a bit to look at the sky and mentally prepare for how drenched you were going to be before the first period. And of course it looked like someone was power-washing the parking lot. You couldn't see shit. Great! Today's gonna be great, you thought.

If you considered your options too much, you were going to head home and call it a day. You HATED when it rained and you had to leave the comfort of your home, or anywhere with a roof, to be honest. But you couldn't skip class because you needed to keep your attendance under control – last year you almost didn't pass Chemistry.

So you decided it was now or never, and opened the driver's door with a jolt. You jumped out of the car with your bag over your head as a makeshift umbrella. Squinting your eyes, you sprinted to the school's entrance while you felt your feet landing on puddles here and there, your shins getting more and more wet.

You arrived at the school's hall shivering but pleasantly surprised for being less soaked than you thought you would be. Still, your legs and feet were wet and it would make you feel even colder and uncomfortable during the day.

As you were heading to your locker, you saw Mrs. Harris strolling across the hall. So you quickened your pace and made a detour to the Art's classroom, to ask her if you could borrow the hairdryer they had in there– it was supposed to help dry glue faster, but now it could be a great tool to help you dry your clothes.

She let you use the hairdryer for 7 whole minutes before the bell rang and she shooed you away to your own class. It was good enough though, now you weren't feeling as cold anymore and your clothes felt comfortable again. Maybe this could be a good day, after all.

You ran to your locker to grab your books for the starting class. When you opened it, a folded paper fell to the floor. You quickly picked it up as a reflex, but after analyzing it for a bit, you found it odd as it didn't look like the pages of the notebooks you own. It had blue lines, and yours were a dotted pattern.

You opened the paper.

"You have beautiful eyes. – E.M."

What the fuck–WHAT THE FUCK?!

[softyolk]

ST s4 as That 70s Show quotes