stranger things x reader oneshots + imagines

a paid tutor? - eddie munson x reader part 1

golden light poured through the dusty windowpanes in the library. it looked as if the cobwebs had stayed untouched for a million years. just like the ancient selection of encyclopedias and classical fiction. just like the wooden tables that had engravings from the years that her mum came to this school. but y/n liked all the continuity. she liked it that way, and she certainly did not want it to change.

little did she know, a lot in her life was going to change when a certain eddie munson suavely strutted up to her desk.

in a trance of studying, she hadn't noticed his presence. it was only when a certain gruff voice spoke.

'so if you don't know, this is going to be the year that i officially graduate high school.'

she looked up, to be met with untamed, unruly chestnut hair that slipped down past a broad pair of shoulders, cloaked by a leather jacket, too thick for early autumn. she recognised him as a face in the halls, someone who had definitely gone past their expiry date.

your face showed no flicker of understanding and you almost checked behind you to make sure the boy- no man was talking to you. yet he continued. 'i've been held back the last two years by the ass-hat teachers here, but i've decided that this will be my year. the year of eddie munson.' he exclaimed defiantly. of course - eddie munson - that was his name.

you weren't sure where this was heading, and hesitant to get back to studying you replied, 'that's the spirit!' the fake encouragement seeping posinously through your voice.

'but no, you see, it's not the spirit i need, i've got a shit ton of spirit. what i need is the actual knowledge, the stuff that goes into your brain.' he made some sort of gesture to demonstrate this, by dramatically whacking his head repeatedly. until he continued. 'so my friend, dustin henderson that is, said you might be able to help me. you know - like private tutoring?'

'oh, i only offer that to the younger years, it's more of a helpful homework club.' dustin was indeed one of your star freshman pupils, who often came to your study sessions after school. of course he was friends with this guy, dustin was friends with everyone. yet you nodded nonchalantly toward him, trying to subtly yet obviously deter him away. you really had to get back to-

'bu-but you see, i need this, i need your help. you're like a genius, right? you made the honour roll, you're the captain of the debate team, and well you're like super brainy right?'

'well i wouldn't say-'

'so if i'm going to graduate this year, i need your help. i need you.'

'look, i've already got too much on my plate, trying to graduate myself as well-'

'oh you'll walk out of this place with no problem. but i, i could stay here for the rest of my life if i don't... look, y/n, y/n okay - i need you. i need your help. i'll do anything.'

as you considered this, you looked up into his dark eyes. they were like a tunnel, a mysterious black tunnel. yet somewhere, somehow, far in the back, you could catch a glimpse of a flicker of gold. you couldn't ignore the intrigue you felt, the longing to delve into his eyes, and understand the boy who stood in front of you.

and he said he'd do anything...

'i'll agree-'

'you will?!' the glee leapt from his skin. it was as if he had won the lottery.

'on one condition. you pay me.'

'of course.' his eyes were wide and ecstatic.

'$10 dollars a session.'

'well i suppose that drug money has got to be used somehow-' he spoke under his breath

you pretended not to hear. and also to ignore the fact that the younger students could receive your tutoring for free, but you supposed if he was desperate, you could charge him whatever you wanted.

'tuesdays and thursdays. afterschool. at this table.'

'deal.' his grin was goofy and toothy, as he held out his hand for you to shake. here, you were presented with your first choice. shake it, say yes and open yourself up to being eddie munson's tutor for the rest of the school year. or say no, say it now and he'll forever only be a face in the corridors.

but a part of you, a part of you just knew he was destined for more.

and your suspicions were deemed correct, as when your hands touched, electricity crackled upon your skin. it sent a nerve signal down your spine. it meant every hair on your body stood on its ends.

the only question was;

could he feel it too?