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etherealperrie · 2 years

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Stuck With You {pt. II}

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: In which Class President!Reader is paired with Stoner!Eddie Munson for a class project. Despite their general hatred for one another, Reader and Eddie find out there might be more to one another than they first thought. And…Hey, wait, you’re actually kind of sweet and misunderstood?

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A/N: Story takes place pre-season 4, so no spoilers for the newest season (aside from Eddie being a character and existing in the ST universe). This is part 2 of the "Stuck With You" series, if you'd like to read part 1, you can do that here. Hope you enjoy <3

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Hellfire Club. A week ago you would have laughed in the face of anyone who told you that you’d somehow wind up in room 321-B after school to see Eddie Munson play Dungeons and Dragons. And yet, here you are.

“Halt!” Dustin Henderson jumps out in front of the doorway, stopping you in your path. You step back, hands raised in innocence.

“What business do you have here?” he asks, crossing his arms. Glancing over his head you spy Eddie surrounded by a group of other kids all sitting around a large table covered with a black velvet tablecloth and an elaborate looking game board, complete with those little figurines you spotted in his room a few days ago.

“I – uh,” you stammer.

“Hey! Henderson, cool it, she’s with me.” Eddie’s gaze connects with yours from across the room, an excited, puppy-like grin spreading across his face. He rises from his seat – throne, rather – at the head of the table and crosses the room to greet you.

He couldn’t be that happy to see you, no, you’d been nagging at him all week about how you needed to practice for the presentation you’d soon be giving in class. That was during the time your spent together in class, which mostly consisted of you begging Eddie to focus, a request he only obliged to after copious amounts of flattery or the promise of your chocolate chip cookie during lunch. Outside of that, your schedules almost never aligned, which was how you ended up agreeing to meet with him after Hellfire Club. But, when your Student Council meeting got canceled on account of the principal catching a cold, you decided to drop by early. You had other things to do, sure, but you oddly wanted to see him. Well, not him, definitely not…Admittedly, you'd always been curious about what went on here. You were calling it research – after all, it is important for the Class President to know about all campus-affiliated clubs.

“Hi, sorry I’m early, is this okay?” You look back down at Dustin who still stands between you, looking between the two of you, clearly confused. Eddie must not get a ton of visitors, maybe none at all.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. We’re just about to get started.” He gestures vaguely to the scene behind him before tucking his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

“No, wait,” Dustin interrupts, turning to glare at Eddie. “Is she playing? What happened to the ‘no watchers’ rule? This is a sacred campaign!”

You raise an eyebrow at the kid, shocked at his tone. Bold for a freshman.

Eddie bends down just slightly to make direct eye contact with Dustin, his smile slowly fading.

“Henderson, remind me who brought you into the Cult of Vecna?”

There’s a beat of silence. Dustin opens his mouth to respond, but thinks better of it.

“Oh, right, I did. We showed you that high school didn’t have to suck and while you are the future of Hellfire, as long as I am here, crawling my way towards that D in Ms. O’Donnell’s class, this club is still mine. My club, my rules. She stays.”

This was more so what you expected of Eddie, more like what you witnessed when he made faces at the basketball team and flipped off teachers in the hallways. Vaguely threatening and rather harsh. Still, it surprised you after seeing him so soft and kind that night in his trailer. It was even more shocking he was acting this way on your behalf. To save you from the criticism of a fifteen year old.

Eddie stands back up and Dustin groans, dragging his feet back over to the table.

“I didn’t know I was entering a sacred space,” you joke, leaning your head against the doorframe. Each of the kids in the room stares at you and Eddie and you’re not sure if it’s in awe or disbelief. Hell, you can’t even be sure if they’re looking at you, him, or the two of you together, smiling.

Eddie shakes his head. “Sorry about him, you can come in, but I’ll warn you, it’s gonna get pretty fucking intense…I’m about to rock their worlds.”

Laughing, you follow him into the room (much to the chagrin of his friends) and perch yourself on the edge of the windowsill on the far end of the room. You dig around in your backpack for your book and open it to where you left off, letting the noise of the room fade into the background as Eddie and his friends begin their game.

Well, at least, you tried to let the noise fade and keep focused on your book.

Speaking candidly, you weren’t familiar with Dungeons and Dragons. You’d only heard your parents talk about it in passing after watching the news one night. Of course, you’d heard the rumors around town of the game being an elaborate ruse for devil worship, but what you were witnessing was nothing of the sort.

You didn’t fully understand what was going on, what with all of the character names and fantasy scenarios, but you didn’t care. The book could wait. You wouldn’t have been able to stay focused anyway, not with the scene before you.

Eddie was right, this game was pretty fucking intense.

The only thing you could comprehend was the way Eddie was practically glowing. His voice rose and fell with emphasis as he weaved a complex story of combat, challenging characters to battles, each of his friends hanging on his every word. With each new scene, Eddie changed character, pushing himself up from his seat to circle the table and create fantastical displays, his words charged with electricity that seemed to transfer from him and flow into the room full of anticipation and unfettered energy. He looked almost regal as he commanded the room, everyone – including yourself – mesmerized by his recital.

In fact, you’d almost forgotten about the book in your hands until it hit the floor, loudly echoing through the room during a rare lull as the players thought through their next move. You mouth a quiet “sorry”, at which Eddie chuckles and Dustin glares.

An hour and a half later, you hadn’t even turned a page of your book nor thought about the impending project, too caught up in Eddie, his story, and its conclusion.

“You weren’t lying Munson, that was intense!” You rise from your place in the corner of the room, watching as he marks the page in his game book before carefully shutting it. He looks up at you, his dark brown eyes glinting playfully under the classroom lights. The sun had almost set by now and the majority of the club members scurried home, leaving you and Eddie to clean up.

“I thought you were studying,” he says, eyeing the book in your hand.

You shake your head, crossing the room and leaving the book behind to stand at the opposite end of the table from him. He starts collecting the little figurines and you reach forward to help, grabbing a set of dice.

“I couldn’t focus with all the shouting.”

“I warned you, shit gets intense during Hellfire.”

He holds his hand out for the dice and you relinquish them, your fingertips brushing his palm. A breath catches in your throat and he pulls his hand away quickly, his eyes low. In the brief second your fingers grazed his palm, you noted his soft skin. Glancing at his hands, now sliding the dice into a red velvet bag, you wonder if his skin is soft elsewhere; you imagined his fingertips would be rough, what with his guitar playing. You consider the juxtaposition of his smooth skin and dark tattoos littering his forearms, the stubble on his cheeks and the silken look of his pink lips. Much like his hard exterior and seemingly gentle interior. Eddie Munson truly was a walking contradiction.

“It actually looked kind of fun,” you muse.

He raises an eyebrow. “Madame President, am I luring you to the dark side?” He places both hands on either side of his head, poking two fingers up to mock devil horns.

“I’ll admit, I totally forgot about all the work we still have to do.”

“Oh shit, you’re definitely in trouble.” He runs around the table to where you stand and takes the makeshift devils horns from their spot on either side of his head and moves them to you, his hands brushing your temples, fingers tangled in your hair. “Mhmm, just as I thought. Our president’s been fully corrupted.”

“I said the game looked fun, not that I was going to run off and join your cult of nerds.” You smack his hands away and the room fades into silence, a stupid smug grin on his face.

“That’s a shame, having a president who plays D&D would be hot.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Munson.”

He looks down at you through long lashes, his eyes moving down you like they did that night at his trailer, but this time they’re less filled with concern for your health, seemingly darker as they track down your face, stopping briefly to linger on your lips, only to continue down your neck only to stop once again at your chest.

“You’ve done everything but disappoint me, Madame President,” he whispers, swiping his tongue across his lips.

You snap your head back up to look at him, that all too familiar heat spreading across your chest, licking up your neck and at your cheeks. His eyes don’t move from you. His body is still dangerously close to yours – he hadn’t moved back when you shooed his hands away. Your body senses him and beckons you to move closer, just an inch, god, he was magnetic. It’d been a mere week and three days since that night in his trailer and he’d been on your mind every one of them. You’d never thought of Eddie Munson this way before, but something about him here, so in his element, draws you to him.

Your brain gets the better of you though, forcing you to step back and get a little bit of space from him, no matter how much you wanted to step closer and place a hand to his cheek, perhaps feel the velvet of his lips against yours.

“No,” you whisper, more to yourself than anyone else. You couldn’t get involved with someone like Eddie Munson, you couldn’t derail the next month before graduation, people like you and Eddie were walking different paths, going different places.

Eddie exhales a breath, one you didn’t realize he was holding in, and shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “Shit, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, I didn’t mean to, I was just, uh…” you mutter, trying to form some coherent string of words. You glance back at your book still sitting on the windowsill. “I mean, we should probably focus on the, uhm, the project.”

“Sure, yeah, whatever you think.” His voice wavers as he finally steps back, walking around to sit down across from you at the table. He watches you as you grab the book and a notebook and sit down, opening both of them and sliding the notebook across the table to him. He stops the little spiral notebook in its path.

“That was a bad idea, wasn’t it?” he asks, rubbing his thumb against one of his silver rings. “Trying to kiss you?” He looks up from the paper and you feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach when his eyes connect with yours.

You swallow hard, nodding. “I think so, yeah.”

“Then why do I still want to do it?”

“Fuck, Eddie,” you breathe, “we shouldn’t.”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, leaning forward in his chair. You find yourself leaning forward, too, inching your way closer to his lips. The small space between you shrinks, the scent of his cologne once again flooding your senses.

“Eddie!” someone shouts.

You scramble to your feet and Eddie does the same, both of you deploying a safe distance. You rush to grab the closest pencil and start scribbling down some nonsense onto the open page of the notebook, desperate to look preoccupied with something other than Eddie.

Dustin, this time accompanied by Mike Wheeler, bursts through the classroom door. “Dude! You let me forget my game binder!” he yells, running forward to grab the navy blue binder from the table. Mike stops under the doorway, his eyes darting between you and Eddie.

Your act must not have been believable, the tension palpable to even a fifteen year old boy.

“Holy shit, did we interrupt something?” The kid laughs and Dustin’s eyes grow wide, his mouth dropping open, clutching his binder close to his chest as he backs toward the door. Mike punches his arm, both of them bursting into laughter.

“Eddie you’re a fucking legend!” Dustin shouts as Mike pulls him out of the room.

Eddie curses under his breath. “Fucking hell, Henderson, you have the worst timing.”

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