study session with miss perfect, eddie munson x dyslexic!reader
Summary: Eddie Munson needs a tutor, you get that position.
Word Count: 1,429
a/n: so, i have this whole list of ideas to write and i eventually get them on screen but i would love if y’all gave me some stuff that you would want me to write.
ATFIRST IT WAS IN FIRST POINT OF VIEW BUT THEM WAS EDITTED. PRONOUNS ARE “YOU” MIGHT BE A FEW WITH “I”.
MOSTLY GENDER NEUTRAL BUT READER IS CALLED “MISS PERFECT”
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“Y/N, I know that you don’t like the idea, but we really need you to do this. If you don’t, the principal told me to contact your parents.” The teacher has just said that you have been tasked with tutoring Eddie Munson.
It isn’t really a problem with you. You don’t have anything against him, you find him kind of cute actually. But it sucks when someone has to study with you. You always already get embarrassed, teased, and made fun of. Your mother already has to help you understand and read and write stuff because otherwise it will become a mess and some people say you write like a 2nd grader. Including your “friends”.
“What are the requirements?” You asked, wondering how long this might last.
“Well, if he gets serious improvements, at least a B average for this semester, then you don’t need to. But if his grades start slipping again you will be assigned as his tutor for the rest of the year.” This might be some serious work; he didn’t even look like his grades would be that bad when you first saw him. In fact he sort of still looks like that. He looked kind of nerdy, which is so attractive in a guy, and then you saw some of his tattoos.
I don’t know what that man is but the first thing on my mind is hot.
“And I would like you to study with him during lunch at least once a week. Now you don’t have to see each other for a certain number of days but you have to spend at least 4 hours studying or tutor with him.” It doesn’t seem that bad, oh well. Might as well just get to study with him today during lunch. Everyone knows which table he sits at because he is very noticeable. With climbing on tables, yelling across the cafeteria. You always let your gaze switch to him because of how cute he is.
Who needs a Jason Carver when you can get an Eddie Munson?
“Yes ma’am.” You walked out the room considering there is only one more class till lunch, and you want to get the embarrassment over with instead of holding it out. But lunch is only 45 minutes, so we would still need to get 3 hours and 15 minutes for this week, and it’s Tuesday already. So, I guess we’ll just set up a schedule or something.
You already spot him in the hallway at his locker after you leave the classroom. Just want over to him. You can do this.
“Hello!” You didn’t even really register walking over here and saying something till it came out. You sound like a scared mouse, just a little squeak of an introduction. “I’m Y/N. The teacher has assigned me to be your tutor.” I didn’t realize I had my eyes squeezed shut. Your eyes open and you see Eddie just looking at you.
“I know, she had to talk to me to.” He said, rather calmly. Like he didn’t seem to care at all. He looked at me sort of sadly for a few moments before he said something again, “You know you don’t have to; you can just say that you did it and I’ll agree with you. I know Miss Perfect doesn’t want to work with The Freak.” He said the last thing with a gruff tone of annoyance.
It made you sort of upset. He really thought you were going to lie my way out of this and say that I did it even though I gave no effort to. You want his grades to be good and for him to understand the work he was doing. And he called you Miss Perfect, you are no way in control with your life. It just seems like it. You work hard to maintain good grades, a clean room, athletics, everything you do.
“It’s okay! I’ll do it. You don’t seem like a bad person anyway. As long as you don’t make fun of me then you are all good.” He looked at him with hesitance. Maybe he was questioning why you brushed off his insult. Maybe he was questioning why you would actually help tutor him. You’ll never know. “Our first study session will be during lunch today, so get some food and head to the library.” You said in a somewhat chipper tone. You looked at him and decided today isn’t the day to be late, you turned around and walked away. The same way you walked towards him, unsure. Maybe a little frightened as well.
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The next class blew by so quickly, that it was now time for lunch. Or just the study session. You dashed to the library as fast as possible, ignoring your friends completely because you know they would criticize not yourself, but that fact Eddie Munson needs a tutor. They are probably going to mention if he is dumb, but it really doesn’t matter.
You get into the library and surprisingly see that he is already situated there. Maybe this won’t be as difficult as it was thought to be.
“Hi, just pull-out whatever homework you have, and I can help with it if you get confused. Or whenever you’re done, I can check over it.” You said to him while walking over and placing my bag down. You look at him and watch him for a minute until he looks up and makes eye contact. “Sorry.” Wanting to make this less embarrassing, you grab your bag and pull-out a book and decide to start reading.
You start reading out loud and push your finger across the page to keep along with the words. This is the one of the ways you can read somewhat decently, you love reading. It’s just difficult.
“Are you trying to read to me?” It was already forgotten in your mind that you were helping Eddie Munson and in fact that he was sitting next to you.
“Um, no.” Eyes drifting back to where your finger was still on.
“Why are you reading out loud then?” The pencil was now on his paper, not in his hand anymore. As he looked at you with his hands together, fingers crossed and arms on the table.
“I just have a little bit of an issue reading,” face flushing. “I told you I’m not Miss Perfect, things are hard for me too. I have to work as hard as most people, maybe even harder.” Picking up the bookmark you had and putting it back in your book. Looking up at him you ask if he needs help.
“At the moment, no.” He picked the pencil back up, “and I wasn’t trying to imply everything is easier for you. It’s just you seem so put together. I am sorry if I insulted you.” He was begging you for eye contact, since you hid your face again by the bag in front of your face.
You peeked your head and looked into his eyes. His pupils were wide, begging for forgiveness. Looking like a sad puppy dog.
“It’s fine, I’m glad you are just a little more understanding with it than others.” You gave him a little smile, which he found adorable. He immediately started smiling with his teeth and gave a little huff of breath.
“Well, people should be understanding of that, you can’t control it.” Looking back down at his paper he saw all the erase marks, “and I didn’t care you were reading out loud, I started looking up because I got confused and was going to ask for help. I was just waiting till you finished the page.”
Why did people insult this man? He is one of the nicest people you have met, it doesn’t matter if he failed senior year 2 times. He was still amazing. And plus, who doesn’t love older guys?
“Alrighty, what seems to be the problem?” You had already gotten out of your seat and made your way over to him, now you just leaned out and got to see what he was working with. “And just so you know, I didn’t care about who I was tutoring. But I’m glad it was you, got the hottest guy to tutor out of anyone. And too bad I’m going to have to hang out with you more often.” Said with so much smug and pride. He turned to his right to look at you. His cheeks were flushed, and he was looking at your face.
“Oh, you are something else alright.”