eddie munson imagines

we're still mortal enemies, right?

requested by: katroshkal

summary: you are the lead singer of a rival metal band, and you and eddie are enemies... or so you thought <3

warnings: language, spicy 

prompts: "i'd rather die", "i'll kick your ass, don't start with me", "hold my beer" "that's a caprisun" & "if you ever touch her again, you'll wish all i did was hit you" 

*enemies to lovers trope, love love love* 

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Eddie was looking forward to the look on your face all week when you, the lead singer of the rival metal band to Corroded Coffin, found out that they got the headline at a local dive and not you. He sat back in his seat at the lunch table, waiting for you to walk by.

"Uhh, Eddie? Why are sitting there like you're plotting a murder? I've never seen you smirk so much." Dustin questioned, slowly scooting away from the evil Eddie.

"Because I am," Eddie said, joy in his voice. Just as he said this, you walked into the cafeteria. Your beautiful hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, ripped jeans, and t-shirt, finished with some hightop Converse. Your eyes immediately went to Eddie, as it was hard to miss his smirk and posture.

"What, Munson?" You questioned harshly, walking over to the table.

"Oh nothing, Y/L/N... Did you happen to see who got the headline act for Friday?" Eddie bragged.

"No, I haven't heard, but by your annoying ass attitude, I'm guessing it's your sucky band." You retorted.

"If you mean the greatest band on the planet, you would be correct."

"Says the one that only gets a crowd of drunks."

"Better than deadbeat men who only want to get in your pants." Eddie fired back, causing you to raise your eyebrows.

"I'll kick your ass, don't start with me, Munson." You threatened.

"So does this mean I'll be seeing you on Friday?" Eddie smiled at you.

"I'd rather die." You stated, walking away.

"See you there, Princess!" Eddie shouted at you, causing everyone to stare. You flipped him off and had a small smile on your face as you walked to your table.

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The dive was packed on Friday night, but Eddie kept searching the crowd for your face. As the band warmed up, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas stood below the stage, front row. Dustin brought snacks and drinks, despite Eddie's yelling that this isn't the type of thing you bring snacks to.

"Make it more obvious you like Y/N, why don't ya." Dustin said to Eddie, calling him out as he frantically searched the crowd. Eddie scorned.

"I do not like her. I just want to rub this in her face."

"Sure..." Dustin said, dragging the word out and rolling his eyes and he continued to shove chips in his mouth.

"She showed! She actually showed!" Eddie started whisper-yelling, jumping from excitement. "I mean, ha ha ha she showed..." Eddie corrected, trying to play it cool. You pushed through the crowd, making your way to the stage. "Well, the Princess made it." Eddie said to you, grabbing a drink from Dustin.

"That she did. Clearly, I'm dead." You said sarcastically. "Don't freeze up there, Munson."

"Don't get soaked down there when you watch me kick ass tonight," Eddie whispered in your ear after he jumped off the stage to stand in front of you. You laughed at the comment, hating how your heartbeat spiked when he got close.