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↳ IMAGINE: You're Eddie Munson's
rival at first, but you eventually become lovers.
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1) You running a club opposite of his, full of others who were outcasted by Hawkins high, who all also gather up to play DND. But both you and Eddie swear up and down that you're the better dungeon master than the other.
"They don't even follow the 180 pages in the rules section, that I put my blood, sweat and tears into reading. And boys, if I had a dollar for every-time I heard them mispronounce Monsters, I'd be out of this hellhole and halfway to Hawaii by now."
All the other members of Hellfire, including Dustin and Mike sat still, and silent, allowing Eddie to get the rant off his chest. Deep down they all knew that Eddie had a crush on you, for you were sometimes all he talked about. This was the fifth time... this day.
You watched Eddie from afar, who was clearly in a state of distress as he rambled on and on about something to his minions. You assumed it was about you, considering the two of you had been at each other's throats since you had created your own club. He felt there only needed to be one outcast group, and you were merely just being a copycat.
"He really needs to get a grip," Spoke up your friend, who sat alongside you, finally realizing your eyes were fixated on the curly-hair male. "Is he talking about you again?"
"Seems like it,"
You rolled your eyes before turning full attention away from him and to the people of your group. "Who does he even think he is anyways? Some big heartthrob because he's in a band with those goons? Please,"
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☆ Trying to outdo each other on everything and being competitive.
You and Eddie had once again been sentenced to cleaning the upper bathroom of the Hawkins high school, due to punishment for your Reading Class outburst. This wasn't uncommon, seeing as the two of you were so dead set against getting along, that you had to make every action to prove it to everyone else. Albeit, the only ones you were fooling were yourselves, and not even then was it 100% believable.
"You know, if you would've just let me do the reading assignment, we wouldn't be in this mess and I could be doing something better with my time," You spoke up from the stall opposite of him, scraping bubblegum that had been attached to the walls. The occupants of this school were disgusting to say the least. It didn't help you were in the boy's bathroom.
He scoffed, before replying in a smug voice. "Like you have anything better to do, than hang out with me."
"Jumping from the top of a cliff to my very death, chopping off my fingers individually, you know, anything along those lines."
"You're quite the drama queen/king." He tossed down the sponge he was using to remove sharpie written curse words from the walls, clearly in frustration. He didn't like saying rude things. He wasn't a rude person. But something in you brought out the worst in him, and he refused to believe it was because he liked you more than he wanted to. He didn't want to tell himself that he admired everything you did, instead of being deeply annoyed by it. Because it was easier to feel anger towards a person than adoration.
The two of you fell silent, not speaking to each other for the rest of the bathroom torment. Both of you were too lost in the abyss of your own thoughts, wondering if the other actually felt that way. Or if you both were just feeding into the false reality.
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☆ Him being jealous when he sees someone flirting with you, although he would never admit it.
"They have the trashiest taste," Eddie spoke up, fidgeting with the rings that sat on his fingers. It was something he did when he was slightly agitated or riled up with anxiety. Which, watching you, talking to someone who was getting quite flirtatious, was very nerve racking to him. He didn't know why, but each second that passed, and the more you smiled, his blood was boiling. It didn't take long for him to storm away from the table that he was sat with Hellfire, and once he did, all of the others looked between each other with a frown.
"Jeez, they need to make up and date already." Dustin said, everyone immediately agreeing to it, having already grown tired of the rivalry that was set.
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☆ Few moments where the two of you caught yourselves crushing on the other.
Hardly ever did you find yourself in awe with someone, but it just so happened that the one time you visited one of your club members they happened to live across the way from Eddie Munson's friend's household. A good portion of the time, when Eddie wasn't at school, he was in that garage with the door open, strumming the strings to his guitar. You'd never actually heard him play anything on the musical instrument, automatically assuming he was bad at it, and crushing any idea in your head that he was good. But when walking towards your friend's front door, you were stopped in your tracks by the sounds of his fingers shredding down against the guitar. To say you were shocked, would be quite the understatement.
You were positive there was professional band members that didn't know how to play their guitar that well. And when you turned your head to look at him, you realized he wasn't in his regular school attire. He wore no long sleeves or a denim vest. It wasn't even replaced by a leather jacket. Instead, he was wearing a black band tee, with the sleeves cut off. The cut showed off his entire build, and it was breathtaking. But you were fighting your thoughts of anything along those lines. Because you simply couldn't think of Eddie Munson like that. Could you? The two of you were deemed rivals at first meet. And sometimes when you were around him you wanted to do nothing more than scream into a pillow. But right now, you could feel jumps in your pulse from the very view of him. Everything was confusing.
"How long have you been standing here? I thought you were late,"
You were cut off from admiring the metal head by the sound of your friend's voice, as she opened her front door, to the visual of you standing there dumbfounded.
"I.. uh.. I.."
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☆ Him writing lyrics about you, and singing them to himself at night in his bedroom. About his confusion and supposed "dislike" for you.
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☆ Him frequently visiting the Family Video store, where you work with Steve and Robin, to "rent horror movies".
"[Y/N], your favorite customer is here." Robin whisper yelled over towards you, gripping your attention from the DVD's that you were currently stocking. You knew exactly what she meant when she said that. Whenever Eddie would enter the video store, she would say the same phrase. It never failed. It was a classic Robin thing to rag on the people she cared about. You were longtime friends with her, so you two knew each other well enough to get on the other's nerves without actually meaning it. She even trusted you so much, she gave you the secret of her sexuality. Something no one but Steve and you knew. It was quite heartwarming that she trusted you so deeply.
You stood up, wiping off the dust from your black work pants with a subtle sigh. "Welcome to Family Video, let me know if I can help you with anything." Speaking that sentence, you used a fake customer service voice, trying to keep from being fired from your job.
He looked at you, flipping you off
with a smug smile,
before walking towards the back of the store to examine the various horror movies that peaked his interest. He'd seen all of these movies hundreds of times, nothing new was yet to come out, but he still found himself coming here as often as possible. He never understood why, but everyone other than you did. The two of you were oblivious, amongst everyone who knew exactly what was going on between the two of you.
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☆ Him finally admitting to himself that he had feelings for you.
Eddie had been under a lot of stress in the past few months. Dealing with the rivalry between the both of you was frustrating and mentally exhausting, to say the least. It didn't take him long before he realized he didn't even want to do it anymore, but he kept up the front, so people wouldn't think he was soft. Even though, deep down, a decent amount of people knew that he was. Considering he would take the people who were casted to the side, and take them under his wing, to guide through the hell that is high school. Like Dustin Henderson, for example, the kid who wore a Weird Al shirt to the first day of school, and was continually picked on for it. He saw nothing but bravery from the kid, and decided to hand him and his two friends the opportunity to become a part of Hellfire.
He genuinely cared about people, and their feelings. Which he felt like was a weakness.
But with you, you were so very different. For the longest period of time, he wouldn't admit to himself that the reason he was so headstrong against you and your club was because he was crushing on you hardcore. But he finally came to terms with it, when the group had an intervention with him at one night of a DND session.
"We have to set this straight, man. Your rivalry with [Y/N] is bumming us all out, and we all know it's because you have a thing for her.."
He was glad some honesty was finally going around the group, and he felt a weight of relief when his friends understood him even though he was being utterly confusing. He left that table and discussion in a completely different mindset than before. He knew what he had to do, because after his long walk down the path of denial, he needed to finally make amends with you. But he didn't know that it had been eating at you, too, and you felt the exact same way he did. The two of you, without realizing it, mirrored each other.
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☆ The forgiving.
Getting invited by Eddie Munson to the woods, wasn't exactly something you expected to happen. But it happened. During lunch period, as you were walking the hall towards the bathroom, he'd stopped you and said very few words about the meet up, but enough for you to know where to go and what time to. You were unsure if you even wanted to show up, but you did nonetheless. You wanted to hear what the man had to say. Because even if you acted like you hated him, you didn't mind hearing him talk about things with his different dorky expressions.
When you'd got there, he was already sat at the very rickety picnic table, awaiting your arrival. It was silent for the longest moment as you sat down in front of him. Part of you wasn't even sure what was happening and why he brought you here, just to not talk to you. But then he finally spoke up..
"I'm sorry,"
"You're sorry?" You furrowed your eyebrows at the short sentence he spoke up. Unsure why he was giving an apology to you, of all people.
"I'm sorry. That I've been so awful when it came to you. Everything I've done to you in these past few months and how I've done nothing but go against you- I-.. There's really no excuse for it, except for the fact that I just wanted to hide how much I dig you. Now, I wouldn't blame you if you punched me, or even-"
Deep down you'd waited for this very beautiful moment. For the moment he would stand up and tell you how he really feels, so you could do the same. And before he could even finish his speech, you leaned over the table and grabbed him by his vest, pulling him in for a soft but passionate kiss. He was shocked for a moment, before pushing his lips into yours, and participating in the kiss. He could feel a symphony of fireworks going off in his chest. You kissing him was the clear sign he needed that he was into you. Because it made him feel like he was tumbling down a hill of wonderful emotions, and his whole body was tingling from head-to-toe.
The kiss had unfortunately ended, but with the two of you smiling at each other, wider than you'd ever seen the other smile before. Not too far into the moment of silence, he spoke up one more time saying;
"I needed to shut up anyways,"
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