Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Under Pressure

Y/N POV
Thursday, August 29, 1985

I barely got any sleep last night in anticipation for today. I would have to face Eddie and I was not prepared in the slightest. I cursed the universe that, today of all days, my first two classes were going by quickly. My nerves were so bad I contemplated skipping third period, but I knew that unless I wanted to face the wrath of Fred Benson, that wasn't an option. I waited until the absolute last second before the bell to walk into class. I tried to steady my breathing as I walked down the aisle and sat down next to Eddie. I took a deep breath and prepared to speak, when Mr. Clarke started the lesson. I sighed in relief that this interruption bought me more time. Towards the end of class, Mr. Clarke grabbed a stack of papers from his desk.

"I have graded your tests from last week," He started passing them out as he made his way down the aisle between Eddie and I. "You may talk amongst yourselves for the rest of class."

The class started to buzz with conversation as Mr. Clarke handed my test back to me.

"Well done, y/n," He commented. I looked at my paper, smiling at the large A written at the top. He then handed Eddie his test. "Disappointing work, Mr. Munson. I expected better this time around."

Eddie immediately crumpled the paper in his hand, not even looking at the grade. I could tell he was upset. Great. I'm about to make his mood even worse. I took a deep breath, preparing my open that I had rehearsed multiple times in the mirror this morning.

"Hey, Eddie," I said shakily. He looked over at me, surprised that I was speaking to him. "Are you planning on returning Assablanca anytime soon? Keith is really getting on me about it."

He lightly chuckled at me saying the name of a porno. My tension eased a bit at the fact that my opening seemed to work on him. He didn't say anything in response, though, turning away from me again.

"Eddie," I started again, my heart began beating out of my chest. I said the rest in a rush. "I have to write a story about the Hellfire club for the newspaper, can I please sit in for a few of your meetings?"

"Hell no!" He cried, offended that I would even ask. "Members only."

"Eddie, please," I begged, leaning towards him. "I won't make a big deal out of it, just let me sit in, like, two meetings, tops."

"Fat chance!" He laughed in my face. "Members. Only. I will not be negotiating this further."

"That's not fair!" I threw my hands up in frustration. It's a D&D club, not some fucking secret society. I was expecting a little pushback but I feel like this was excessive. Mike and Dustin weren't kidding, he's tough. "I need to write this story or my ass is grass, Eddie."

"Then I guess your ass is grass, sweetheart, because there is no way in hell that I'm letting you," Eddie said, putting his index finger on my chest."sit in on my meetings."

I opened my mouth to protest when the bell rang. He sprung up out of his seat and shook his head at me as he walked out, chuckling to himself. Well fuck, what now? I grabbed my backpack and raced out of the room, trying to catch up to him. I looked around the hallway to find that I had already lost him. Fuck fuck fuck. I brought my hands to my face as I began to panic. I need this story, badly, or Fred is going to make the rest of the year a living hell for me.

"Y/n, you okay?" A familiar little voice asked me. Dustin. Like an answer to my prayers, he appeared before me.

"Dustin, I need your help," I put my hands on his shoulders and intensely looked him in the eyes.

"Okay," He looked back in my eyes, concerned. I was aware I looked like a crazy person, but I didn't care. I was desperate. "What can I do you for?"

"It's Eddie," I started, his expression turned wary, already knowing what I was about to ask. "Can you please talk to him for me? I'll be forever indebted to you."