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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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it’s that time again, “angels”. i’m back with another eddie fic, and this time it’s dm!eddie so you’re in for a treat, babes

Those Were Expensive!!

🧸 dungeon master!eddie munson x fem!reader (no descriptions of reader, this is friendly for everyone)

🧸 choking, face sitting, oral (female receiving), dom!eddie, sex, p in v, unprotected (wrap before you tap. but reader is on the pill in this), eddie’s kinda angry tho

🧸 @eddiebillysteve @wzrlds @quickiesgirl @steveslittlesunflower @myobmaya @eddies-bat @gods-favorite-asthmatic @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @thisishellfire please let me know if you’d like to be taken off or added for future updates 💋

🧸 surprisingly i haven’t mentioned this idea to maya like i have with every other one so this is a surprise(-ish) for everyone (?) anyways, enjoy! this is a rewrite of a fic i wrote months ago for a different fandom.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice thick with lust as you both stumbled into the dimly lit room, kicking the door closed as he pulled at the hem of your shirt, trying to lift it off. he pinned you against the door, pressing his body harshly against yours, peppering love bites all over your neck and breasts. occasionally finding a new spot to make you shiver.

and it worked like a dream. every suck, every bite, every lick had your knees weak, and he knew it. you whined as his hands found your breasts, groping harshly at the flesh, leaving little furrows in your skin from his black-painted nails.

the metal from his chain bracelet nips at your skin as his hands roam freely, eliciting a short whimper from the back of your throat.

as your shirt that left nothing to the imagination hit the floor, he immediately got to work in clasping your bra with his skilled fingers. as he discarded the bra on the floor with your shirt, he pulled his lips off your skin.

“you still want this?”

“yes, of course,” you whined, grasping at his broad shoulders, trying to find purchase for your fingers, your pulse racing as you nodded. you began working on his belt, swiftly unbuckling it, clutching it in your left hand as he pressed you harder against the wall.

he grazed his lower lip between his teeth, chocolate button eyes burning into yours. and damn. hot fucking damn. the way his brows were slightly creased in a frown and the way his eyes narrowed made you want to drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness, even though you had nothing to be sorry for.

well, except when you teased him in school today; parading around the school in jason carver’s letterman jacket like it was marilyn monroe’s pink ball gown, your red lips wrapping delicately around your lollipop, releasing it with a ‘pop’.

“you think it’s funny, hm?” he asked, voice muffled by your lips, quieter than the little yelp you let out when his fingernails dug into your thighs. “teasin’ me like that all day?”

he leaned back in, his lips finally claiming yours, tongues dancing a dangerous tango. you gasped into his mouth, the vibration sending blood flow straight to his already painfully hard cock, straining against the fabric of his underwear.

“come with me, big boy. i’ll make it up to you,” you purrs, pulling him closer to you by grabbing his shirt.

you dropped the belt to the ground with a clang, working on helping him rid himself of his clothing.

i wonder what would happen if i asked him to whip me with it?

after you both have undressed (except he asked you to leave your panties on, for now), he pressed one chaste kiss to your lips. “jump for me, babe.”

and you did, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing your thighs tightly to hold on, making him smile against your lips. “what?”

“nothing, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “i just can’t wait ‘till you do that to my face, that’s all.”

you gasped at his sudden burst of confidence, whining in reply, panties soaked just thinking about what he is planning on doing to you once he gets his tongue off your neck and between your legs. “please…”

“please what?”

“want you so bad, baby boy,” you whispered, and he began walking backwards towards the throne in the centre of the room, your lips never leaving his. you waited impatiently for him to place you down on the seat, but instead he turned around and sat down, your knees pressed against the backboard and your legs pressed against the arms of the throne.

“fuck, eddie,” you moan into his mouth, not being able to resist rocking your hips against his, letting the shaft of his cock slide across your soaking slit, the only barrier between you being the thin lace of your panties.

next thing you knew, you heard the sound of fabric ripping and a cold gust of air against your core. “eddie, those were expensive!”

but you didn’t really care, the feeling of his twitching cock pressing against your inner thigh overpowering your need to be upset at him for ripping your panties off. and holy shit, he felt good.

“not yet,” he said sternly, standing back up, and in one swift motion you were straddling his naked body on the d&d table, his feet planted firmly on the floor.

when you settled back over his throbbing cock, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling, leading you up his body.

“wh- eds, what are you doing?” you asked as you move, curiosity getting the better of you.

“let me taste you, sweetheart,” he said, voice dripping with lust and honey, a fire rumbling in the back of his throat.

your eyes went round and dark, and you knew it. and you felt your cheeks beginning to burn a bright scarlet as you stared down at his pretty face, not quite sure if he really meant what you thought he did.

“fuck, how long do we have until the campaign starts and i have to be outta here—“ you asked, cut off by eddie weaving his ring-clad fingers through your hair, pulling you down to meet him in a kiss, your puffy lips pressing against his.

“don’t worry about the time, lover, those little shits can wait. my girl is more important.”

i’m more important than his ‘cult of vecna’ campaign?

he pulled away from your lips, watching as your pupils blew, almost coloring your entire iris, and he looked back at his own reflection through them.

“come on, sweetheart. if i suffocate… at least i’ll die happy,” he says with a wink.

you swallowed a laugh and repositioned yourself over his face, his lips mere centimetres away from your pussy. you swore you could heard him moan a quiet “oh fuck” when he saw how soaked you were for him. just for him. grabbing your hips with authority, gripping them tightly, pulling you down on him until you were sitting on his face.

“shit,” you exhale out as his skilled tongue began circling your clit, sucking it into his mouth, letting out a cry when he grazed it between his teeth. “fuck, eds. you’re gonna be the death of me.”

he started lapping up your wetness, licking long stripes over your core and lips, and when his tongue pushed inside of you, you felt like you were about to explode, gripping his curls with your clenched fists as your thighs began to shake. point proven.

“eddie,” you moaned, and you felt his lips curling up into a smile; the way his name rolled off your tongue, the way it sounded like his favourite song… the way it got him rock hard in innocent situations.

the way it got him in so much trouble.

as he worked you with his mouth, your hips started moving of their own accord, and soon you began grinding down, fucking his face as his lips found your clit again, licking and sucking hard, his fingers moving upwards to tease your pussy.

“fuck, baby. i’m close! s- so close,” you whine, bracing yourself against the edge of the table with your hands gripping the surface, knuckles white, and you felt him smile under you as you both started moving faster. and you found yourself squeezing your thighs around his face as they started to shake. again, proving his point from earlier.

he groaned against your core as you came, the vibrations from his voice only making it feel better than you ever thought possible. you found yourself shouting a string of curses as the pleasure ripped through your muscles in euphoria.

you happily slid back down his body, now sitting on his lap, your juices dripping down his chin, glistening in the light, the biggest grin on his face. he swallowed proudly, licking his lips, wiping away any cum that didn’t make it into his mouth and sucking it off his fingers while maintaining direct eye contact with you.

“fuck, that’s so hot,” you said, watching as he gazed into your half-lidded (e/c) eyes.

you rolled over and sat next to him, smiling as he jumped up and fell onto his throne, his dick slapping against his stomach as he did. then you eagerly joined him after he beckoned you over with his index finger.

“you got a condom? i— i left mine at home.”

“i’m on the pill,” you breathed out, straddling his hips again. lining yourself up, feeling him stretch your walls so deliciously as you sank down.

“do you still want me?”

“always, princess,” he breathed out, catching your lips in another kiss as you adjusted to his size.

his heavy balls slapped against your skin as his hips bucked up against yours, making you sigh out in pleasure, in euphoria, holding onto his shoulders for some leverage as you began moving your hips up and down.

his large, needy hands cup your breasts, feeling them bounce up and down in time with your hips, flicking your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. the combination of the way his cock hits your sweet spot just right and the way his thumb circles your clit has you coming around him.

your second orgasm was longer, more drawn out than the other, the best you ever had. you whines as you felt eddie’s cum painting your walls, with him letting out a guttural moan as he did.

“fuck baby, you were so good for me.”

thankfully, the guys were late for their little game of d&d, so you and eddie had time to set it up. you were about to sneak out, fully clothed again and wearing eddie’s shirt (he kept hold of your panties, for… reasons he never said. perv, you thought), when eddie grabbed your wrist, pulling you flush against him.

“you’re staying here, sweetheart. we need a princess for my campaign,” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “and you’re the most perfect princess.”

“ugh, you’re such a cheeseball, pretty boy,” you giggled, just as the door swung open, revealing an excited group of hellfire members in the doorway.

they introduced themselves as jeff, gareth, adam, dustin, mike and erica.

“absolutely not,” eddie said from his spot on the throne.

“you asked for a sub and we delivered,” dustin argued, a calm tone to his voice.

“this is hellfire, not babysitting club.”

“i’m eleven you long-haired freak…”

and then eddie and erica proceeded to have a childish little bicker until— “welcome to hellfire,” eddie smiled, extending his hand, something catching your eye.

eddie’s rings were still wet. you thought he’d at least wash his hands after fucking you into oblivion. erica did a double take, and you held your breath as you waited for her to call him out.

she looked at you and then back at eddie. “nothing can be worse than what i found under lucas’ bed.”

“crusty sock and a picture of max, got it,” eddie laughed under his breath, with jeff and gareth joining in.

then his demeanour completely changed, and he was no longer your eddie. no longer your pussy drunk eddie munson. now he was the dungeon master.

you zoned out as he droned on about his campaign, with you snapping back to reality when mike banged his fists on the table. “bullshit! why do i always die?”

“because it’s karma for being a little bitch to will, you lanky bastard,” erica retorted, slipping in a “just the facts,” before mike could (attempt to) clap back.

you stand up, sauntering over to the table, standing in between gareth and jeff. “if you idiots win… one of you; not dustin, mike or erica, gets to do whatever they want with me, since i’m single. but if you lose… you don’t. and your master,” you began, circling the table to stand behind the man in question, placing your hands on his shoulders, running your nails down his arms as you speak, “…gets to claim me, and he gets to do whatever the hell he wants to me. i think that sounds like a fair deal. and that way, it’ll make the game more exciting. higher stakes.”

“absolutely not,” eddie replied, pointing an authoritative finger at you. “you don’t get to make the rules of this campaign, princess. i do.”

you leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, pressing your breasts against the back of his neck, your breath ghosting his skin as you did. smiling as you watched his jaw clench tighter.

“what are you gonna do if i don’t stop?” you asked.

the final straw.

the thing that pushed him over the edge.

“we’re taking a time-out,” eddie announced, completely ignoring you.

the guys and erica huddled into a circle, their arms over each others’ shoulders as eddie grabbed you by the wrist again, this time much tighter. in an instant he pushed you down so you were sitting on his throne, feeling your stomach drop through the earth as eddie glared at you.

did you take it too far?

“i don’t care if those little shits win. you’re coming home with me after, and i am going to fuck you all night until you can’t walk, do you understand?” he hissed in your ear.

you smiled sweetly up at him, running your hands down his bare chest, pulling him closer by the collar of his jacket. “i’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

he leaned over the throne, capturing you between his body and the cushioned seat and backboard, using his other hand to wrap his fingers tightly around your neck, chuckling as he watched a slight pout grow on your lips.

“does my pretty girl like that, hm? do you like when i choke you like this? no? awwwh, poor baby,” he teased, pouting his lips mockingly to mirror yours, chuckling as you furrow your brows into an even more prominent frown. “who’s got the high ground now, y/l/n?”

fuck, why was that so hot?

something about the way he talked to you like that in front of everyone made you want him to rip your clothes off. made you want to drop to your knees and beg him to fuck you. oh, you were so wet for him all over again, moisture pooling between your legs as he let go of your neck, moving to grip one of your inner thighs, and you didn’t even have your panties to hide that.

maybe wearing a skirt was a bad idea after all.

you moved to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss you, blocking out the sounds of the other members’ protests. needless to say the campaign ended much earlier than anyone wanted it to. he needed to get you alone as soon as fucking possible.

and he kept his word; wearing it like a badge of fucking honour, ruining you all night long, all the way into the next morning. a monday, so you’d have to walk from side to side around school all day, crossing your legs to keep your pussy from pulsing too much as you awaited the next time your pretty boy would come to mark you as his and show you exactly who you belong to.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #st smut #smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #dungeon master eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things

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sleepyeye17 · 1 year

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Steve plays DnD Part 3

Eddie leans forward in his chair, setting the scene.

“As you enter the tavern, the crowd falls silent. Everyone turns to look at you. The innkeeper is an old halfling with a long braided beard. He leans forward, scowling, and says, ‘Well look who decided to come crawling back.’”

The party exchanges a glance. Steve clears his throat.

“Um. Could I get a burger?”

Eddie shuts his eyes for a second and breathes through his nose. He’d really hoped that Steve would take this game seriously. The kids exchange an anxious look.

“A... burger?”

“Yeah. I just defeated a sea beast. I’m hungry.”

Eddie shakes off his disappointment and gets back into character.

“The innkeeper says, ‘The last time you were in this tavern, I swore I’d never serve you again.’”

“Right, okay, but I just punched a fucking sea monster in the throat, and Sir Michael here is still carrying its severed head. You’re telling me that this serpent hasn’t been causing problems for your fishermen? Because I can’t imagine we’re the first boat it’s attacked. I’m hungry, and I want a burger.”

Eddie bites his lip in an attempt to hide his smile. Steve wasn’t fucking with him. Steve had actually given this some thought.

“Add fries to that,” Dustin says.

“Oh, yeah, sorry guys,” Steve says. “Okay, make that, um…” Steve looks over the group. “Five cheeseburgers, one salmon burger for Lady Applejack, one veggie burger because Will the Wise is vegetarian, one burger with goat cheese— don’t argue with that Dustin, I know how dwarves get with cow's milk— two orders of cheesy fries, two orders of curly fries, four thick cut fries with ketchup, and a garden salad for the half-elf. Oh, and make my burger extra rare. It’s not a full moon yet, but I’m still feeling a bit wolfish.” He looks around at the party. “Anyone want anything else?

Eddie stares at Steve, knowing that if he was a cartoon he’d have hearts for eyes and birds flapping around his head. Steve isn’t the only one feeling wolfish; if Eddie had fangs they’d be dripping. He grins and shakes his head.

“The things I want from you are unspeakable, Stevie.”

#steve harrington #steddie #steddie fluff #Steve harrington plays DnD #dungeons and dragons #eddie munson #steve x eddie #the party #hellfire club #just hellfire hanging out #joseph quinn #Joe Quinn #joe keery #dustin henderson #dungeon master eddie munson #stranger things

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cha0ticspacebi · 1 year

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The King of the Hellfire Club: Chapter 1

Your dad promised this was the last move until after you graduate. You see Eddie Munson outside Nancy's house shortly after your arrival in Hawkins. Everyone tells you to stay away but you're sure there's more to him than he lets on. Now it's the day before spring break and you just have to work up the nerve to actually talk to him before you lose your chance.

Tags: 18+ MDNI, falling in love, full of cheesy cliche high school romance tropes, dungeon master Eddie, dom Eddie, rockstar Eddie hurt/comfort, getting together, fluff/smut

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College. It was on everyone’s mind as senior year neared its end. Well maybe not everyone. Maybe not all your classmates were panicking to the same degree you were. Nancy already got her acceptance letter and yours was still MIA. Your parents and friends kept reassuring you that it would arrive any day but any day wasn’t soon enough.

It was the day before spring break and it started off like any other day since you moved here.

Hawkins, Indiana. Unlike any other city in the county you’ve lived in. Your father’s job had you moving around quite frequently but he promised this was the last move at least until you graduated. You’re surprised you still ended up here after hearing about the bizarre disappearances and a suspicious mall fire last year. But after LA you figured it would be nice to spend your senior year in a small town away from the outside world. Why the government built a high security research facility in the middle of small town America? Who knows. Your dad said it was a newer facility and he was needed to help them get started.

“Mom, I'm leaving!” You called out as you grabbed your bag, “If I get any mail can you call the school so they can tell me?”

She yelled from the other room, a hint of laughter sneaking through, “Sweetheart you know a watched pot never boils! I’ll see you after school.”

You finished putting your shoes on and headed out, “Hey there baby,” your prized red Chevy drop top glistened in the morning sun rise. Robin’s advice from yesterday rang in your ears as you turned on the radio, Girl you need to chill out! Smoke some weed or something but you're tied way too tight, enjoy life ! Maybe she’s right, You thought to yourself, I know I did my best on those entrance exams and not to brag but my marks in class have never been a problem. Maybe the mail is just backed up. No reason to stress. The song from your speakers caught your attention. You turned it up. The sun was rising. It was a warm morning here in the midwest. You rolled the top down and for the first time in a while you felt relaxed as you pulled into the dirt parking lot of Hawkins High School.

Tonight I wanna give it all to you

In the darkness there's so much I want to do

And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet

'Cause girl, I was made for you

And, girl, you were made for me

Spring break anticipation was palpable as you turned your car off and followed the crowd into the gym for this morning’s pep rally. The basketball team was headed to their championship game tonight. Even though sports weren’t really your thing Nancy would be there reporting for the school paper and Robin will be there playing in the band. Maybe…

“He’s not here,” Nancy teased as she sat down, watching you obviously scanning the crowd for a certain metalhead, “He’s never been one for school functions.”

“I wasn’t looking for anyone!” You defend yourself, “I was thinking about the mechanics of these bleachers and how they are designed to hold this much weight.”

She laughed, “Oh that’s a new one. When are you going to admit that you have a crush? You’ve been eyeing him since the first day you moved here! Senior year is almost over and even if he doesn’t graduate, again, you will and you’ll lose your chance!”

“I don’t have a crush! I just… wish people weren’t so judgemental of him.”

“He must have friends though right, I mean Mike’s in that hellfire club of his.”

“I’m sure he has friends but come on Nance, could you concentrate on Mrs. Click’s history lectures with all the whispers? When half the school thinks you're a satanist and the other half thinks you're just drug dealing trailer trash? If everyone made a spectacle when I showed up to class I’d skip too.”

She shrugged, “If you're so concerned about his well being why is it you’ve never actually talked to him?” The band started playing and cut your conversation short.

After the school fight song concluded, the basketball team came in and their captain, Jason Carver, gave a moving speech on how winning a highschool basketball game could be just the thing that the town needed to move on after all the tragedy that had befell this quiet community shortly before your arrival. The cheerleaders did a dance number and before you knew it; it was time for lunch.

You’d been thinking about what Nancy said all morning. Maybe it was her push to take action, or maybe it was Robin’s smoke some weed sentiment, or maybe it was the infectious, flirtatious nature of the impending spring break holiday, whatever it was that brought you to your current position here you were. Standing on the edge of the lunchroom, gripping your school issued lunch so tight the tray threatened to crack, watching the infamous Eddie Munson saunter across the top of a table, taunting the jocks, the science club, and anyone basically that would be considered “fitting the societal norm”. He hopped down just in time to block the path of 2 cheerleaders. Your heartbeat quickened as you watched his gentlemanly display of allowing them to pass unbothered. He must be done, you thought as you watched him retake his seat at the head of the hellfire lunch table. And I must be out of my mind . You walked towards them.

“Come on Eddie!” Dustin yelled, “Can’t we just reschedule? Lucus says the team needs him.”

Eddie’s eyes were dark as he lowered his head, “Re….scheulde? You want to reschedule the jaw dropping finale of the Cult of Vecna? ”

“It’s just until tomorrow!” Mike spoke up, “Like no big deal right?”

His eyes shifted and head tilted in surprise, “No. Big. Deal? If it’s no big deal. Get out there and find a replacement! If Sinclair would rather throw balls into laundry baskets then we will simply replace him.”

No one responded to him.

“Hi Eddie,” It was painfully obvious how nervous you were. You could feel all the eyes at the table on you, you definitely interrupted something.

Thankfully Mike broke the silence, “Oh hey,” he addressed the table, “Guys this is my sister Nancy’s friend - ” he was cut off.

Eddie turned to face you, bright brown eyes smiling up at you from his seat, “Wheeler’s friend huh? Well to what do we lowly peasants owe the pleasure of your presence?”

His voice went right to your chest. This was the first time you actually worked up the nerve to talk to him and all you wanted was to hear him speak again. You cleared your throat and bit your lip, forcing the words out “Eddie? I was wondering if I could ask you…”

“I’ll stop you there princess, I know the nature of your quest and what it is you seek. Meet me out on the edge of the forest. There’s an old picnic table. After school. Now if you’ll excuse me, miss, I have some treacherous wretches to deal with.”

“Treacherous? Come on Eddie!” Dustin threw his arms up, “If it means that much to you we can just play your sick, twisted, sadistic campaign without him? I mean we will probably die without the extra person but hey that could be a good story too right? Maybe the bad guys win this one and then after break we return with all new characters to avenge our fallen heroes!” The whole table laughed! Even you couldn’t stop a snicker from escaping.

“I gotta admit Henderson,” Eddie shook his head, “You’ll make one hell of a dungeon master. Maybe even worthy enough to de-throne me one day.” He took a napkin from the table and folded it into a crooked circle shape before placing it on the crown of his head, “But for now, what the king says goes! And I say, find me a replacement!”

You realized you have been awkwardly eavesdropping on their conversation. You turn to walk away as a hand reaches outstretched, “Oh fair maiden,” Eddie falls to one knee dramatically, “Will you come to this king’s aid in his time of need? The fate of the world may depend on you!”

Your eyes widened, fingers still death gripping the plastic tray in your hands. Before you could answer, Eddie and his table of minions were all laughing again. Eddie rose to his feet and smiled at you, his voice lowered as he leaned in, “Hey sorry for putting you on the spot like that but,” The charm practically dripped off his tongue, “My invitation was genuine. I know spending your evening with a bunch of dungeons and dragons dorks might not sound all that fun but I promise to make it worth your while.”

Your face flushed, “Well I don’t know anything about it or how to play but it sounds intriguing. Can I think about it and give you an answer after school?”

Eddie grinned, pleased, “Of course fair maiden,” he bowed, “I’ll await your decision in the forest.”

You nodded and spun on your heel as you headed towards the library to eat your lunch. Despite all the conversations and voices clouding your perception, you thought you heard something.

“Wow I'm shocked she didn’t say yes, ” Gareth mocked sarcastically.

Eddie’s eyes locked on you, watching you disappear in the crowd, grin widening, “She didn’t say no either.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #18+ content #high school sweetheart eddie munson #dungeon master eddie munson

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petraquince · 1 year

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HELLO do you like Dungeon Master Eddie Munson? Incredibly Competent but also A Lil Heartbroken Steve Harrington? A little whump, some gore, some gallows humor (but ultimately, a happy ending?) Boy, do I have a treat for you:

#steddie #steddie fic #dungeon master eddie munson #10k oneshot

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artiststarme · 12 days

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One day the kids wake up and they can’t find Steve. They search his house, the school track, the basketball courts, anywhere they can think of where they might find him and he’s nowhere to be found. When they go to Robin’s house, she’s missing too. Her parents haven’t seen her since she disgraced their family by proclaiming herself to be a lesbian.

Even Eddie hasn’t seen either of them and that’s particularly worrying since the three of them are always together.

Both Steve and Robin come back two weeks later with sunburns and matching tattoos on their wrists. They had been at one of the Harrington vacation homes in Florida getting drunk, checking out girls, and getting tattoos. It’s also when Steve realized he was interested in Eddie and plants a smooch on him as soon as he gets back to see Eddie checking out his ass.

#the kids are happy to see them back until Steve kisses Eddie #then in the most respectful and accepting way possible they tell him to get lost again #because gross-don’t mack on their dungeon master #Robin is just enjoying the out and proud life away from her toxic parents #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley

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eddie-munson-dungeon-master · 2 years

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Eddie showing up in Season 4 like:

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ryan-waddell11 · 1 year

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Wayne saying that his nephew looks scary is so shocking to me. especially in this scene because he’s so fucking pretty all I want to do is kiss him.

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harrywavycurly · 3 months

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Summary: You’re a cheerleader at Hawkins High School and somehow you’ve gotten yourself into a relationship with Eddie Munson, the school’s main “bad boy”. From the beginning Eddie has made sure you’re aware that the two of you won’t ever be seen in public together because he has a reputation to uphold. For a while it doesn’t bother you because in your eyes your relationship with Eddie is just a fun fling and the sneaking around is kind of exciting. But everything changes when the two of you end up at the same party and Eddie gets a glance at what it’s like when he’s not around you and he doesn’t like it, more importantly he doesn’t like the attention you get from others. After that night Eddie starts to wonder if his feelings for you are more serious than just a fun fling or if he wants something more and it’s time for the two of you stop meeting in secret.

Type of Story: Secret Romance, Friends to lovers and cheerleader!reader x Eddie Munson

Inspiration: This idea came from this post right here

Status: Ongoing

Tag list: Open

Instagrams: Here

Conversations: here

Extras: Here

*This is mainly a texting fic but you’ll find everything down below in the correct order*

Part 1: Rules

Part 2: Pointless

Part 3: Crush bonus convo between you and Chrissy here

Part 4: Late

Part 5: Never Again

Part 6: Cheer Shit bonus convo between Eddie and Gareth here

Part 7: Leader

Part 8: Miss You?

Part 9: Hank

Part 10: Not Red

Part 11: Let Me Go

Part 12: Convenient

Part 13: A Feeling

Part 14: Regret It

Part 15: Girl Code

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usedtobecooler · 3 months

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same character different universe

#has this been done before?#barley even drives a van and is a dnd dungeon master lmao #eddie munson #barley lightfoot #onward movie #stranger things #candy has thoughts

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lazylittledragon · 2 years

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steddie Dads doodles from twitter pt 2

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #the entirely black wardrobe is me when i have a child #this is what i do now #we're on day 6 #i'm still going #i just see a man and i'm like #i am going to make you so trans and so happy #also dungeon masters tell the best bedtime stories

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ricky-olson · 2 years

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the Dungeon Master, also known as the DM, is a person who organizes and oversees the playing of the fantasy role-playing game Dungeons & Dragons, in particular by narrating the details of the story that are not controlled by the players.

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emsgoodthinkin · 5 months

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“Test me, I dare you”

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cha0ticspacebi · 1 year

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The King of the Hellfire Club: Chapter 3

Tags: 18+ MDNI, falling in love, full of cheesy cliche high school romance tropes, dungeon master Eddie, dom Eddie, rockstar Eddie, hurt/comfort, getting together, fluff/smut

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You and Eddie walked back towards the school together. He explained that the hellfire sessions were held in a room that the school used to use for storage but was now home to their small band of misfits. The school would usually be empty this time of night, but tonight was the championship basketball game. The lot was full. Cheers could be heard coming from the gym. You looked around as a few late arrivals ran past you heading directly in to join the excitement. You rubbed your arms, night really had descended on Hawkins. The warmth of the morning sun was gone.

“Eddie? It’s cold. I’m going to grab my sweater,” You gesture towards your car.

“What kind of king would I be if I let a fair maiden wander this wasteland alone? You know there’s a lot of freaks out there.”

“How noble,” you dig in your bag for your keys.

“Damn, is this your car?” he glides his fingers across the polished surface.

Moving from LA brought a lot of changes but one thing that didn’t change was the feeling of letting your hair down, blowing in the hot, dry wind while driving way too fast. You loved your car. You grabbed your sweater from the passenger seat, “Yeah, too bad it’s colder than the arctic here in Indiana so I rarely get to let the top down but this is my baby.”

The distance between the two of you as you walked into the school and through the dark hallways may as well have been a mile. The silence painfully digging at your chest. You’ve wanted nothing more than to be this close to Eddie since catching a glimpse of his adorable face that tonight outside Nancy’s house. Somehow the darkness made you feel smaller and less confident than a short time ago in the woods. As if these empty halls would swallow you up right there for saying the wrong thing.

“Soo,” Eddie’s voice echoed, “Where did you live before you moved here to the frozen tundra?”

This was easy. Small talk you could handle, “LA, my dad works for the government so we move a lot. He promised I’d be here at least until I graduate. But after that I’ll be headed off to college.”

His voice dropped, “College huh, an academic! Do you have a profession in mind, young scholar?”

“To be honest no. I love reading but I don’t really want to spend the rest of my life as a librarian. What about you?”

“Me?” he sounded surprised, “Well I’m currently army crawling my way to a D in Ms. O’Donnell’s. If I don’t blow it this time I’m gonna walk that stage this year, grab my diploma and run like hell outta here!” His enthusiastic display put a smile on your face. You loved how easily he could make you laugh.

“Any plans for after that?”

“I’m in a band, you know? Yeah we actually draw a crowd…of about 5 drunks. You should come see us sometime, everyone has to start somewhere right? Here we are!” He stopped in front of an unmarked door, “Last chance for you to back out? Should you choose to proceed, who knows the untold horrors you will experience beyond this door!”

“I’m not afraid! Bring it on King Eddie! Do your worst.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ll make you eat those words.”

The room was dark save for a few table lamps casting a red glow on the surface of the walls. A large table surrounded by chairs sat in the center. At the head of the table a screen propped up. It read Dungeons and Dragons . A picture of a red dragon on the cover of a book. No one else was here yet. You cautiously explored as Eddie set up the table. He rolled out a paper map and grabbed several small plastic creatures from a shelf and placed them behind the screen. He tossed his jacket on the large throne at the head of the table.

“Before everyone else gets here you need a character.” He beckoned you to sit to his right.

“How does this work exactly? Remember, total rookie here.”

“You create a character and then through a combination of roleplay and dice rolls we tell a story together. You’ll be working with everyone else’s characters to navigate my world and attempt to defeat any evils you may encounter.”

You stopped listening after roleplay, “Roleplay like in the bedroom?” Before the words left your lips your eyes widened and you covered your mouth, “Oh my god I can’t believe I said that. Can you just kill me now?”

Eddie’s gaze was intense, “If that’s what you're into sweetheart.”

The door opened and you heard several voices behind you but your eyes were locked on Eddie. You swallowed hard and bit your lip again. A bad habit your mother has tried to get you to stop.

“Holy Shit! I can’t believe you actually showed up!” Dustin shouted sitting across from you.

Eyes still caught in his stare, “Your leader here was very persuasive.”

Eddie may have pulled his eyes away from you and returned to normal but something held you in. An unseen force keeping your attention locked on him, “Of course! I put her under my spell and brought her here.” Everyone laughed.

The whole party loved having a new player. They helped you make a character and explained the mechanics. You decided to play a cleric. Since you were there to help out it made the most sense to your very logical brain. When everything was all set, Eddie began speaking.

Your group is bloodied and beaten from your encounters in the forest. You see a new face upon entering the town square. They are wearing a blue velvet robe with the hood up but you notice a symbol for the god of good health and prosperity on their back. Perhaps they can help you in your time of need. “What do you do?”

Dustin spoke, “I go talk to them.”

You approach the figure. She turns and lowers her hood revealing her radiance. Her hair glistens in the setting sun. Her eyes are bright as she greets you with a smile. Eddie looks directly in your eyes and lowers his voice, You’ve never seen a creature more beautiful than her. “Do you say anything fair maiden?”

Here goes nothing. Your first dungeons and dragons interaction. You had everything you were going to say planned out in your head but who the hell knows where it went because you were still replaying the last 30 seconds in your head wishing you could relive them.

“Ah-h, hello travelers. How can I be of assistance to you?”

Mike spoke, “We require healing miss. We lost a fellow warrior and we are greatly wounded.”

After explaining to you how to heal them you do just that and continue with the game unable to shake the lust in Eddie’s eyes as he whispered those words to you, He was just describing the character. He was just playing the game.

The story continued to develop. You found yourself getting really invested in the game and cheering every time someone landed a hit or made a successful roll. Eddie was an amazing story teller. He really made you feel like you’d been transported to the pages of one of your favorite books. His theatrics and natural charisma had you hanging on every word he said. Your characters came together and despite the dungeon master’s efforts you overcame all the challenges he put in your path. With your help the party defeated Lord Vecna and banished his cultists! The cheering rivaled those heard in the gymnasium when the final hit was landed and you knew the long battle was over at last.

Everyone packed up their belongings and said good night. Well wishes for an enjoyable spring break and promises to meet up for a new adventure upon the return to school. You grabbed your character sheet that you planned to keep forever and clutched it to your chest, “Thanks Eddie. That was a lot of fun. Thank you for inviting me.”

He swung his jacket over his shoulders, “Thank you for giving it a chance. See I told you not like they say in the papers. You know, worshiping Satan and sacrificing virgins.”

You shook your head, “You’re a horrible influence Eddie Munson. I should be heading home. I’d love to play again sometime if you’ll have me.”

“Nothing. Not even Lord Vecna’s return with an army of demabats could keep me away from you.”

Your face flushed and pulse quickened. Eddie rocked awkwardly on his heels, “Sorry, I’m being creepy again. It’s late, can I walk you to your car?”

“I’d be honored sir.”

You felt yourself standing closer to him this time as you walked through the empty halls again. Your heart dropped as you approached your car knowing that you’d have to part ways and possibly not see one another until after break. Your steps slowed, wanting to spend as much time as possible in this moment but you couldn’t prolong it forever and eventually reached the driver's side door of your car.

You took a deep breath, “Thank you for the escort my king,” your hand gripped the door handle tight, “Well, until we meet again.”

“Wait,” your hand felt the warmth of his rough skin stopping you from opening the door, “Before you go I have to know. You said earlier that you approached me because you wanted to see me. What did you mean by that? We’ve never spoken until today and I’m not exactly Mr. Popular.”

Your heart raced, threatening to beat right out of your chest. Your fingers pulled away from his curling together yet desperately wanting to reach out and grab his hand. You tried so hard to hear Nancy’s words, take your chance while you have it , “I uh, I was going to ask if you wanted to see a movie sometime. Thinking now that that would’ve been super weird, like you said we barely know each other - ”

“Stop overthinking. I’d love to,” Eddie’s hand grabbed yours, “Here’s my number. The ball is in your laundry basket my lady. I await your call.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and disappeared into the night.

You stared at the small crumpled paper in your hand. Smile locked on your lips as you drove home. The house lights were still on as you walked in, “I’m home!”

“Hey sweetie, you're home late. Did you stay for the basketball game?” Mom pulled out a plate from the fridge and started heating it up for you.

“No, actually I went to the dungeons and dragons club that Nancy’s brother is in. It was a lot of fun,” you ate the leftovers with a silly grin on your face.

Your mom joined you at the table, “I know that look! Did you meet someone?”

“His name is Eddie and he runs the club. He’s a senior, technically a super senior, but he’s such a gentleman. He is kind, funny, polite, and he offered to walk me to my car after.”

“If you're happy I’m happy for you. So when can I meet him?”

“I asked him to a movie so maybe after I get one date with him,” You shared a laugh before she gave you a kiss and you both headed to bed.

You thumbed the paper in your fingers. The idea of calling him on the tip of your tongue. You should make sure he got home safely right? He walked you to your car, it’s only right you return the favor. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you were dialing the number.

Ring. Ring. With every unanswered ring your heart quickened. Maybe he went home and fell asleep.

“Hello?” his voice was just as intoxicating on the phone.

“Hey Eddie, it’s me.”

“Wow sweetheart I must have really left an impression. Just couldn’t wait to get your hands on me again hm?”

“You flatter yourself sir. I simply wanted to ensure the gracious king who walked me to my car also made it home safely.”

“I did indeed make the safe return journey to Castle Munson. Thank you for your concern,”

“Of course, If something happened to you, who else could replace you as dungeon master?”

“Using me for my incredible gifts I see.”

“No actually it’s your voice -” you stopped. Too mortified to continue speaking.

You could practically see the grin on Eddie’s face, “My voice huh? Tell me fair maiden, what does my voice do to you?”

“I- I didn’t mean it like that. I meant only you can do character voices like that.”

“Hm, if you say so. Well. Since I have you on the phone now, what would you say to a movie tomorrow night? There’s a new horror movie out we could see.”

“I can't guarantee I won’t close my eyes but sure. It’s a date.”

“I’ll pick you up at 7:00. See you then sweetheart. Good night”

“Night Eddie.” Click

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keeksandgigz · 4 months

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eddie munson is the type of guy to text you "babe u look urethral" when you send him a pic of yourself

#hes a dungeon master he knows how to spell #hes probably just high #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons

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the-case-book-of-fanfiction · 11 months

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A Kiss Kiss

Ship: Eddie x bestfriend!reader

Summary: The Hellfire Club is one member short, but Eddie refuses to let the campaign slow down. That's where you come in, Eddie's "tutor" turned into his muse.

Word Count: 4,728 words

Warnings: mention of sickness, fluffy, pining Eddie, oblivious reader, brief/slightly bad description of a D&D session, sugar as a pet name for reader, excessive mention of how pretty Eddie's eyes are

Note: This fic is set several weeks before the events of season 4. The campaign is leading up to the session we see in the show! Reader has graduated, but stayed in Hawkins to help Eddie graduate.

☟ Continue below the fold ☟

"Lights...perfect. Got everything here... Where are my— There are my character sheets. Do I have...? Yes."

Eddie paced around the room one more time, checking everything for the fifth time. He needed to be certain that everything was ready. The session had to go perfectly. He'd planned for every possible curveball the party could throw at him, every stupid request and every bad roll and every plot twist he could use without straying too far from the course of the game. He'd been building up this campaign for too long to let it go awry just a few sessions away from his grand finale.

He twisted his rings around his fingers, giving the table one last look before sitting on his throne.

"It's gonna be fine," Eddie mumbled to himself, adjusting his stack of character sheets. "Everything's gonna be ooohhh-kaaaay."

The door opened. He looked up, expecting his players, and found you standing in the doorway instead, your eyebrow raised.

"Do I want to know why you're psyching yourself up for this like you do before your exams?"

Eddie groaned. "Let's not talk about my exams."

You made your way over to your own chair, which was sat just a few feet away from Eddie's. (He'd been inching it closer to him every time, but he wasn't going to tell you that, and he didn't think you'd noticed yet.) "You mean the exams you should be studying for?"

"They're weeks away! I have to finish the campaign, too."

Your eyebrows knitted as you leaned forward, trying to catch his eye. "You have to graduate, Eds."

For a moment, his heart dropped into his stomach. He hated that. He hated the way you sounded both hopeful and hopeless. He hated knowing where that sound came from, that you were really hoping the two of you would finally leave Hawkins together, like you'd planned to do two years ago, before he got told he wasn't graduating.

He still remembered the way your face had dropped when he'd told you. That looked crossed your face in his nightmares.

"If I don't—"

"Eddie..."

"If I don't," he repeated, a bit more forceful, "you don't have to stay with me. You should go to college and start your life."

You reached over, putting your hand on top of his. "You're going to graduate this time. You're so close, Eddie. You just need to pass your finals, and then you're out of here."

He looked over at you, expecting anger or annoyance, but he just found kindness. He always found kindness. "You can tutor me later, okay?"

"Good—because I brought all my physics notes, and there's no way in hell I'm lugging those things around for no reason."

Eddie grinned. You returned it, seeming to stare into his soul. Eddie felt a familiar flutter, one that he'd been ignoring for the past four, almost five, years. He buried it quickly, before he could get distracted enough to lose track of his campaign.

Not today, Munson, he told himself, tearing his eyes away. He could see how your gaze lingered on him for a moment, soft enough that he almost wanted to admit he was feeling those flutters—and possibly ruin eight years of friendship in the process.

"Not today," he mumbled to himself.

You raised your eyebrows. "What was that?"

"Nothing important." He glanced over and found your eyes pinned on him, gaze narrowed. "I'll tell you later." You nodded, satisfied, and he neglected to tell you that later meant on my deathbed.

The door opened again, and this time it was Gareth and Jeff. Eddie grinned the instant he realized their excitement matched—maybe even surpassed—his.

He left his throne to clap Gareth on the back. "Ready for this?"

Gareth grinned. "You have no idea. I've planned for everything you could throw at us."

Jeff snorted. "No, you didn't. Look at his notebook—he's got plans within plans over there."

"Ah, ah, ah! No you don't!" Eddie swooped back to his spot, dramatically clutching his notebook to his chest. "Avert your eyes."

You giggled from the corner. Eddie glanced over and the flutters came back; you were doing that beautiful thing you did, where you tried to cover your smile with your hand but it still peeked through. God, Eddie loved that smile—and he knew the rest of Hellfire did, too. He glanced back over and found Gareth practically swooning, very red in the face. He rolled his eyes.

"Where are the little sheep?" he asked, glancing at the empty spots where the three freshman he'd adopted usually sat. "And Grant? Jesus, where is everybody?"

"Grant is on his way, saw him in the hall," Jeff said. "Don't know anything about the freshies."

Eddie's jaw clenched. "If Sinclair's skipping out on us for basketball, I swear to God—"

You put a hand on Eddie's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He turned to you immediately, missing the look that passed between Gareth and Jeff. "Easy there, Eds. Maybe they got held for a few minutes after class. You know there are plenty of teachers here that will hold back a class they think has been too rowdy after the bell. Or..." You fixed him with a stern look he would never admit made his stomach swoop. "Certain rowdy students."

He looked away from you, awkwardly rubbing the burning blush climbing his neck. "It was one time!"

"Twice," you insisted. "And that's only that I know of! For all I know, it could have happened on nights we weren't going out, and you just never told me!"

Gareth peered around Eddie to see you. "Going out?"

You nodded. "For milkshakes and things—"

Eddie pushed his finger against your lips. "Shhhh, let's not talk about that, okay?"

You met Eddie's gaze. Mutual understanding passed between you, accompanied by an intense heat and a deep sense that you had misspoke. Eddie felt embarrassment curling in his stomach; it was clear that while you didn't understand you were about to describe the failed attempts at dating you Eddie had made throughout the years, the other two absolutely did. He was never going to hear the end of this.

Once again, the door opened, this time slamming directly into the wall next to it. Eddie's eyes flicked away from you and toward the two freshman in the doorway, Dustin ahead of Lucas, who still had his arm pushing the door open. Both were frozen, eyes wide as if they'd interrupted something they weren't supposed to attend.

But then Eddie realized what the situation looked like to them. He had, unknowingly, wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you close to him to press his finger against your lips.

And with the way you were looking at him...

Eddie cleared his throat and let go of you, stepping away as if nothing had ever happened. "Where's the third one?" he snapped.

"Um...that's what we came to tell you," Dustin said, glancing at Lucas for support. "He. Um. Mike is..."

"Not feeling well," Lucas put in. "So he won't be here today."

Eddie knew his expression wasn't pleasant. He didn't try to change it. "Not...feeling...well," he repeated, words staccato and mocking.

The two boys nodded.

"Is he alright?" you asked.

"Uh...not really?" Dustin squeaked. "He, um." Lucas kicked him in the shins.

"He what?" Eddie snapped.

You put your hand on Eddie's back, shooting him an admonishing glare. His stomach swooped again, a pleasant mix of fear and arousal. He sat in his throne, placing his elbows on the armrests and leaning forward, hoping it would hide the tent in his pants he was sure would make an appearance if you kept up with those gentle touches.

"What's wrong with little Wheeler?" Eddie sighed, trying to soften his voice. You didn't glare at him again, so he guessed he did a good enough job.

Grant appeared behind the two freshman. "Does anybody know that Mike just threw up in the hallway?"

Lucas groaned as Dustin tried to hide the words with a belated, hissing shush.

"Oh, Jesus," Eddie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. With his hair creating a curtain to hide his face, he wiped his hand over his face, willing himself to pull it together.

He felt a hand on the back of his chair. When you spoke, he knew it was you. "Does Nancy know?"

Lucas nodded. "We went to tell her. That's why we were late."

"Shut up!" Dustin hissed. "Mike didn't want us to..." He glanced over. "Oh, what the hell? Cat's already out the bag."

"Nancy?" Gareth frowned. "What's she got to with it?"

You fixed him with a dry look that spat his question back in his face. Eddie had seen that look before, hated every time it was directed at him but loved when the other boys pining over you got it. "To take him home, Gareth."

"But what about the campaign?"

"What, you'd rather him throw up on the table? I'm sure Eddie would love that, wouldn't you?"

Eddie folded his hands together. "No, but it does create a problem—we are now one player short."

Silence fell. Eddie felt the question building up, felt everyone come to same realization and "solution" at the same time. He rapped his fingers against the armrest, waiting to see who would be brave enough to suggest it first.

It was Gareth. "Should we...postpone? Wait for him to get better?"

Eddie's attention snapped toward him. "Oh? Wait for him to get better, you say? And how long's that gonna take? A week, two? No—waiting would throw off the entire campaign. We need a sub for him."

"No one would play with such short notice, Eddie," Jeff said, shaking his head. "If this happened yesterday, maybe we could find someone, but everyone's left. Unless you want to go ask the basketball team if they'll spare another player—"

"Don't be stupid," Eddie growled.

"There's no sub, Eddie, you have to be reasonable about this," Gareth began. Eddie bristled.

"I'll sub."

Every head in the room turned toward you. Surprise flooded Eddie's brain. You wanted to play? The last time you'd played, it had been the same situation. You'd stood in for someone else, halfway through a campaign, and had been so confused you'd sworn off D&D for good.

"What?" Dustin said.

"I'll play in Mike's stead," you said. "I've done it before. Long time ago, and it wasn't exactly...great, but I'll do it." You glanced at Eddie. "If you want me to, that is. I know last time was kind of a disaster, but—"

Eddie worldlessly shuffled through his stacks. He sifted through every page and then flipped open a very worn down folder. There, at the back, was the page he was searching for. He handed it to you.

"Is this...?"

"The same character sheet as last time? Yep."

You stared at him. "You kept it?"

He shrugged. "'Course I did. I keep everything."

"No wonder your room is so messy," you teased.

He rolled his eyes. He saw Dustin's eyes go huge and knew the kid had taken it the wrong way. He had no desire to correct him. "Alright, that's enough of that. Everybody sit." He caught your arm before you could move away from him. "You stay close in case you need help. You need a refresher?"

You glanced down at the sheet he'd given you. "Um...maybe a little? Sorry."

"No problem, sugar. C'mere a second."

You did as you were told, the pet name going through you like lightning. Only Gareth seemed to notice, his gaze losing a little bit of light as he did.

~❊~

The ticking of a clock filled the room, coming not from the one on the wall but from Eddie himself, who was surprisingly good at mimicking the sound with his mouth. An eerie, whispering, scraping sound filled the room. If you hadn't been next to Eddie, where you could see his hand scraping the underside of the table, it would have freaked you out. On your other side, Lucas tensed.

"You hear it from a distance at first," Eddie said, his voice low. "But it's getting closer with every second." He mimicked the clock again. "The sound of magic and of chains."

Gareth shuddered.

"There's chanting around you. Too late, you realized you've stepped into a trap."

Half of the table groaned. Eddie's face lit up with a maniacal grin.

"He enters the clearing, cloaked and whistling." Eddie whistled. Unsteady and menacing, he swept his gaze across the table, making brief eye contact with every single player. "Try as you might, you have not the wits to escape me." His voice was deep and gravelly. Goosebumps broke out on your skin. You'd heard Eddie change his voice time and time again, but it never failed to shock you. "There is no stopping power as great as this."

Eddie locked eyes with you. A thrill went down your spine. "Yet there is always room for improvement. Magic is never satisfied."

"Here we go," Dustin whispered, his hands in white-knuckled fists.

Eddie leaned back. "From his cloak, Vecna draws a dagger. He lifts it into the air. Ritual must be satisfied." He turned to you. "What do you do, dear traveller?"

Your heart stopped. This was different from the lighthearted flirting you'd been doing with the other characters Eddie had pit you and the others against. You knew enough from his summary to know Vecna was not one of his regular, smaller villains, and you knew from the fear from the others around the table there was only one way this was going to go.

"I...try to stall Vecna, try to attack to give the others time to get away," you said after a moment. Eddie paused briefly, something flashing in his eyes. Slowly, he grinned.

"Roll," he said, nodding to the dice he'd set in front of you at the beginning of the game.

Heart in your throat for no apparent reason, you did. You didn't have to look at it to know how it went; you heard the groan of the others around you, heard the soft sound Eddie made, and knew your roll had not been high enough.

"You run at Vecna but are easily caught," Eddie said, and you reopened your eyes. "He puts the dagger at your throat. The others are terrified and trying to decide if they should help or run." He looked at the others. "Well? What do you do?"

You heard them each say that they would try to help, voices trembling. But roll after roll was far too low, so, one by one, they fled.

Eddie turned back to you. "So much for your friends, little one. Perhaps you shall meet them again, when I have killed them, too. He shoves the dagger through you and your world goes black, but not before you..." He made eye contact with you. There was a plea in his gaze. You studied him, saw the exhaustion in him. You glanced at the clock on the wall; the session had been going for nearly three hours. You could tell he was hoping it would be done very soon—and that you had a chance to end it now.

But what did you have to do?

Curse Vecna? Spit in his face? Cleverly not die?

Eddie licked his lips, hiding a mouthed word in the action. Summon.

You sucked in a breath. "I cast a summoning spell."

There's triumph in Eddie's face. "For what?"

You let instinct guide you this time. "Anyone who can help. Anyone who can defeat Vecna."

Eddie's grin was nearly villainous. "Roll, sugar."

You closed your eyes again and let the dice fly from your hands. You waited, not breathing, until you heard it stop roll. Eddie gave a shout of victory.

"Your spell is successful! With your last breath, you summon help from all four corners of the world, and lo and behold, a figure appears in the woods before you. As the world goes black, you see a cloaked man step out from the shadows. He throws back his hood and Vecna sneers. You catch a glimpse of his face as your vision fades to black, and standing above you is your savior—Kas the Bloodyhanded."

Eddie snapped his book shut. The reaction was immediate, his party leaping to their feet, yelling and shouting. You flinched against the wall of noise. Eddie grinned at you.

"Not bad for your second go," he said, voice still low and husky underneath the noise.

You smiled at him. "I hope you're aware I'm not letting you get away with not studying tonight."

He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Of course not."

Dustin finally succeeded in trying to get Eddie's attention by leaning over Lucas and peering around your arm. "What?! Kas? That's insane!"

You leaned out of the conversation, leaving your chair and gathering up the notebooks and pencils you'd left on the floor. You might not have understood everything that was going on in the game, but you enjoyed it nonetheless; the party clearly loved what Eddie had put together just as much as he did. You knew that appreciation was not something Eddie saw often, and you were glad he got it here, at least.

The party stayed longer than they normally did after games, until Steve poked his head through the door and scolded Dustin to get a move-on. The others dispersed quickly after that, until it was just you and Eddie left.

He turned to you with a huge grin. "That was amazing, huh?"

You giggled. "I'll admit I was a little confused, but I'll chalk that up to joining in on a session halfway through your campaign and not your DM'ing skills."

Eddie started his cleanup process, reorganizing the table and putting away everything that wouldn't be needed until the next session. He eyed you. "I'm surprised you got my hints—happy, of course, but surprised, too."

You left your stuff on your chair and helped him clean the table. You shrugged. "I knew you were tired. And you'd explained the campaign up to now well enough, I knew what you meant when you said to summon." You shivered. "But I see now why the boys are always so terrified during games. It's so high-stakes!"

Eddie grinned, and it looked slightly malevolent. "Helps that I'm so intimidating."

"You're joking, but you're absolutely intimidating," you said. "I've never seen you so intense before." You gave him a sly, teasing smile. "Maybe if you applied that to your studying, we'd be in a different state by now."

The smile slid off Eddie's face. Guilt clouded his eyes, and you knew immediately you hadn't come off as joking as you'd like to have.

"Oh, Eddie, I didn't mean... That's not what I wanted it to sound like."

He sighed heavily. "No, but you're right. You could be out of here, at least. I mean, like I was saying earlier—"

You dropped the papers you were holding and cut him off by cupping his face in your hands. His breathing stopped along with his words. You were shaking your heard fiercely.

"That's enough of that, Eddie. I told you I was going to help you graduate, and I am. I'm not leaving you here, Eds. I can't imagine life without you. You have been here for me through everything, and I'm going to to the same for you. Alright?" You ran your thumb across his cheekbone. "You mean the world to me."

He curled his arms around you, tugging you flat to his chest and squeezing tight. "Thank you for believing in me," he whispered, just as he had when you'd first told him you were going to help him graduate. You were just glad this time the words came without tears.

"I've always believed in you," you whispered. "Always."

You pulled back away from him, idly playing with one of his curls. For a moment, it was just the two of you staring at each other, Eddie's big eyes more than a little wet. For a moment, the air between you changed.

Eddie's heart began to pound. He watched your gaze drop briefly from his eyes to his mouth and wondered if it was about to happen. If he'd be brave enough to let it happen.

If he did, his deathbed was a lot closer than he'd thought it was, because he knew kissing you was going to prevent him from breathing for a good hour at least.

But you just smiled at him. "Come on—let's finish up here and go through my old physics notes. You're passing that test tomorrow."

He groaned. "I forgot there was a test tomorrow."

You laughed. "What did you think I was here for?"

"Me."

"Aside from you," you said, poking him in the side. He squirmed away from you.

"Finals, I guess. Something a few weeks away—not tomorrow."

You shrugged. "If you pass your test, you can pass the exam. Hurry it up, Munson."

He wrinkled his nose. "You sound like Harrington and Henderson."

"Well, it is almost nine."

Eddie yawned. "No wonder I'm tired. Alright, come on. Let's go home."

~❊~

Stifling your third yawn of the past ten minutes, you cuddled closer into Eddie's side. The night had turned out to be one of the lazier study sessions, which took place in Eddie's bed. Judging by how tired the two of you had become the moment you sat down amongst his blankets, that had been a mistake.

Sitting up had become laying down. Laying down had become cuddling.

This wasn't new to either of you. For as long as you'd known each other, you had been touchy and physical, growing up mostly touch-starved and finding comfort with each other.

But today, it felt different. Eddie couldn't quite put his finger on why today was different from normal, but even just looking at each other when you were checking to see if he was still paying attention resulted in outbursts of giggles.

And for some reason, he was paying even more attention to the smell of your shampoo than normal as he buried his face in your hair. He sighed softly, mumbled your name, and slid his arm over your stomach, his fingers splaying across your side.

You glanced over at him, putting your notebook back down on your lap. "Hey, you okay? We can stop if you're too tired."

"No," Eddie whined into your hair, pressing closer to you. "'m gonna fail if we stop."

You glanced at your notebook. "What's the equation for kinetic energy, Eds?"

He was quiet for a minute, and then he mumbled, "One half of mass times velocity squared."

"What about gravitational potential energy?"

"Mass times gravity times height."

You closed the notebook and threw it off the bed. "I think you're going to do just fine, Eds." You rolled over and wrapped him in a tight hug. "As long as you remember the equations, you can get through the test."

Though it seemed impossible with how at ease he already was, Eddie relaxed in your arms. He hummed softly and threw his leg over yours, clinging to you.

"You can do it, Eds. I believe in you." Without really knowing what you were doing, you leaned back and bent your neck to kiss his forehead. Your voice dropped to a low whisper. "I believe in you, baby."

He hummed. After a moment, he asked, "Did you just kiss me?"

You thought about it. "Not really," you said. "It wasn't a...a kiss kiss."

Eddie looked up at you, his face so buried in your hair and your shirt that you could only see those pretty eyes of his. "Do you wanna kiss kiss?"

You stared at him. You didn't know why you said it, or what courage possessed you to do so, but you smiled, almost bittersweet, as you said, "I've wanted to kiss kiss you for three years at least, baby."

Eddie whimpered in your arms, eyes growing wide. He wriggled in your arms until you were face to face. He stared at you a moment, lifting his hand to cup your cheek.

"Hi," you whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed now that the words were out.

"Hi." His voice was just as quiet. He brushed his fingers across your face, the touch gentle and loving.

"If you don't feel the same—"

"Of course I feel the same," Eddie said. "Of course I do. How couldn't I?"

You smiled. "Well, you did a bang-up job of hiding it."

"So did you," he murmured. "I've always thought I knew everything about you, but I didn't know that."

You laughed. "I don't know how you didn't know that—I wasn't exactly subtle. Why do you think I wanted to run away with you all these years? You thought I just wanted to go start a whole new life with you just because?"

Eddie huffed. "Well, we can chalk up me not noticing to me being a bit oblivious."

You giggled. "Let's face it, we were both a bit oblivious about our feelings to each other."

"Oh, God, yeah, if I had known you liked me, I would've asked you out back in high school." Eddie brushed your hair out of your face. "So, uh... Can we kiss kiss? Please? Please?"

You giggled. "I like the enthusiasm, Eds."

He whined. "Please?"

"Yes, baby," you whispered. "Kiss me. Kiss me."

Your eyes fluttered closed the instant Eddie's lips touched yours. You held each other's faces as you kissed, a clash of lips and teeth and tongues. You enjoyed the feeling—Eddie's lips were supple and soft, only slightly chapped.

When you broke apart, you smiled. "Your lips are soft."

"Yours are like heaven," Eddie said, pecking them again. "My own personal heaven." He wound his arms around you, tucking himself back into your embrace. "I'm never letting you go now, okay?"

"Oh, believe me, I never want you to." You brushed your hand through his hair, earning a soft, content sigh from him. "Let's get some sleep. And tomorrow morning—you're going to pass your physics test."

"You have such faith in me," he whispered, eyes already closing.

"Of course I do, baby," you whispered, watching him lull himself to sleep in your arms. "Of course I do."

You kissed his nose and let him fall asleep in your arms.

~❊~

You were at Eddie's trailer before he was the next day, when he got out of school. He opened the door with a huge grin on his face, that only got bigger when he saw you waiting for him on his couch.

Before you could even greet him, he flung himself down next to you and whipped out a paper. He gave it to you, practically bouncing with excitement.

It was the physics test—with a big A+ circled at the top of it, the comment of, Wonderful job, Mr. Munson! written underneath.

You squealed. You put the paper down and threw your arms around him, kissing his cheek. "Oh, baby! I knew you could do it! I knew it!" You kissed all over his face. "I'm so proud of you, Eds!"

He pulled you closer to him, meeting for a deep kiss. "All because of you, angel. My sweet angel."

You curled up on the couch together, kissing like your lives depended on it, completely unbothered by the rest of the world or the show that you had put on before Eddie came home. You looped one of your arms around Eddie's neck, bringing a smile to his face.

Neither of you heard the door open. Neither of you saw Wayne walk in and stop the moment he saw the two of you, or the grin that appeared on his face at the sight of his nephew finally kissing the girl he'd been telling Wayne about for years, always with a bittersweet, love-stricken sigh.

The smile was a contained shadow of what it was by the time he said, "Took you two long enough."

You sprang apart, grinning sheepishly, but you both could still see the pride and happiness in Wayne's face, however much he tried to hide it.

You looked back at Eddie, kissing his nose and drawing a giggle from him. "Yeah." You kissed his soft lips. "I've been thinking the same thing."

~❊~

Stranger Things // Eddie Munson

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