Vecna was described in Pt. 1 during the campaign as being more shriveled, desiccated, and missing his left arm and his left eye due to the controversy of their previous campaign... Do you think that's a foreshadowing moment?
Also on the topic -- If Steve survived the bats, Eddie could have too. Steve was beaten up pretty badly, dare I say worse than Eddie was. Heck, we didn't even really get to see Eddie's wounds... or a body being brought back. There was only the chain with his guitar pick. This could be to allow his uncle to move somewhere and get out of Hawkins ASAP.
Did they actually fake Eddie's death to clear his name? This also kinda does well for Eddie's uncle too. It gets him out of Hawkins to a safer place and start fresh. I mean, the trailer is gonna be gone. Mike hid El in his basement for a long time. Maybe they'll hide Eddie?
I've had so much time to think about this, and I also studied Criminal Investigation and Theater for about 2 years so...
Best Seat in the House [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]
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Requested by @queen-of-hellfire666: So I was wondering if I could request some Eddie Munson X reader where she sits on his lap during the campaign and he just treats her like a princess? Thanks!!
TW/CW: Fluff, Suggestive Language, Flirty!Eddie
A/N: This was so much fun to write. I'd do anything to watch this man run a campaign.
You looked at your watch, realizing Hellfire had already started. You mumbled a curse to yourself as you hurried down the vacant hall of Hawkins high, mentally planning how you'd sneak in and not disturb the campaign. Eddie had invited you to come and watch since you were planning on coming over to his place afterwards anyway.
You could hear the rowdy shouting and battle cries spilling out from underneath the classroom door before you'd even reached it. You took the opportunity to quickly slip inside while they were all cheering loudly and removed your bookbag and jacket to stow it away under a desk. You moved to sit in the back corner away from the chaos when Eddie's eyes locked onto yours.
You'd been spotted.
He smirked, noticing your attempt to hide off to the side somewhere and shook his head with disapproval, cocking an eyebrow at you.
He said nothing, his lips still holding that sinister grin as he raised his hand, palm facing upward, beckoning you to come to him. You couldn't resist as two of his fingers curled inward in a come-hither motion.
You felt your cheeks warming up as you stepped into the stage-lit center of the room, trying to ignore that everyone's eyes were on you and Eddie now.
"M'lady," Eddie said lowly as he patted his leg, leaning back so you could take a seat in his lap. You sat gingerly, looking over at the others apologetically.
"Sorry I'm late," you muttered as Dustin offered a friendly smile.
"I, for one, am glad you're here. Maybe you can help us beat Eddie's campaign by distracting him," Mike said teasingly as Eddie shot him a warning glare.
"What makes you think she's on your side?" Eddie asked with his head cocked to the side.
The other members of Hellfire let out ooooo's as their friend had been dissed, and you tried to hide your satisfied smile as you glanced over at your proud boyfriend.
Eddie cleared his throat as he leaned forward again, pressing his chest against your shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your waist. He looked at everyone sat around the table as he prepared to set up the scene.
"The field was eerily quiet as the heroes took their brave stances... knowing that despite the calm horizons, they wouldn't be alone for long. Lord Vecna was close. They knew it, they could sense it. When all of a sudden... they heard soft music. A faint, elegant whistle of a pan-flute danced through the air, from somewhere off in the distance."
Your eyes were fixed on Eddie's golden face, his brown eyes sparkling with wonder as he described the scene. You found yourself lost in his story-telling, the way his voice raised an octave when he got excited, and lowered 3 more when he spoke of danger. It was exhilarating to witness him like this as his expressions changed.
"The music grew louder as the source drew closer, her figure coming into view as she approached from over a distant hill..." Eddie's eyes flickered over to your face as he continued speaking, a small smile forming on his lips.
"She was beautiful, full of magic and wonder as she danced closer to the heroes. Pointy ears, glittering skin, the most ethereal being they'd ever seen before."
Eddie's eyes bore into yours as he described this mysterious creature, noting features that were identical to yours and you knew what he was implying. You smiled as you felt your cheeks getting hot again, Eddie turning his attention back to the Hellfire members sat around the table.
"She captivated the heroes as she played her flute, drawing them closer as they became engulfed in her trance-inducing notes. Their defenses are in danger as she continues mesmerizing the heroes... Is she friend or foe? What ever will you do?" Eddie asks with a wicked smirk as he sits back against his throne, proudly observing his friends' perplexed faces.
Dustin turns to you with narrowed eyes.
"Alright, fairy girl, what gives? Are you here to help us or are you working with Vecna?" He asks as you look between the curly haired boy and Eddie.
You put your hands up defensively as you laugh. "I guess you'll just have to play and see."
Eddie squeezes your thigh as he leans in and places a chaste kiss on your cheek, not being able to hide his excitement that you'd decided to play along.
"You heard the elven goddess. Your roll, Henderson," Eddie says with a grin, inhaling a sharp breath as he feels your hand slip beneath the back of his shirt.
He shoots you a mischievous glance as you innocently look away, pretending to pay attention the the dice that Dustin had just thrown.
"Who's side are you on, princess?" Eddie whispers as his lips brush against your jawline, ducking down so that no one else would hear him.
You giggle as your nails drag across his lower back in the way you knew he can't resist, leaning over to bury your face in his frizzy curls.
"Guess you'll have to play and see, Dungeon Master."
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Requested by Anonymous: Could you do something where reader is like Dustin’s cousin who had to come live with him? Eddie noticed them at school being the new senior. But doesn’t put two and two together until he is at Dustin’s house and sees reader
TW/CW: Just nervous/pining Eddie who is also maybe a little bit of a creep toward the end shh, suggestive language
"Dustin, get out of the bathroom. You've been in there for like an hour!" You shouted, pounding on the door as you did a little dance to fight your need to pee.
The door finally opened, a wave of hairspray chemicals hitting you and making you burst into a coughing fit.
"Jesus, Dustin, did you use the whole can?!" You choked, noticing your younger cousin's hair was standing a few inches taller than normal.
"This is style, actually, and it takes time," Dustin grinned as he stepped around you, primping his new 'do as it nearly hit you in the face.
"Well thanks to your style, I've got- what, 15 minutes to get ready? Ugh," you complained, shutting the door behind you in a rush.
You were wracked with nerves about your first day at a new school. Moving in the middle of the school year was not ideal, and you weren't looking forward to being the "new girl" that moved in with her cousin because her parents decided to run off to travel Europe.
"Hurry up in there, Nancy's gonna be here any minute!" Dustin called from the other side of the door, rushing you even more as you finished brushing your teeth.
"Alright!" You mumbled over your mouth full of toothpaste, buttoning your ripped jeans and slipping on your converse before running out the door.
You slid into the back of the car next to a shaggy haired kid who gave you a kind smile. Mike Wheeler, you assumed.
"Hey, I'm Nancy," the girl said from the driver's seat, turning to give you a sweet smile.
"Hey. Thanks for the ride," you said as she shook your hand.
"It's nice to finally have some age appropriate company," she joked, looking at her little brother in the rearview mirror.
You fidgeted with your backpack zipper as Nancy pulled into the student parking lot, Dustin noticing your quiet and shy nature as he turned around and gave you a sympathetic face.
"Hey. Don't be nervous. You already know a couple people now."
"Yeah," you smiled at him and Nancy who were giving you supportive looks. You climbed out of the car, throwing your backpack on and scanning the faces of all the students walking around.
"Come find me at lunch, I'll introduce you to the Hellfire club!" Dustin said proudly as you laughed through your nose.
"As much of an honor as that sounds... I don't think I want that kind of excitement on my first day. I'll make do," you teased.
Dustin acted like you wounded him in the chest as Nancy laughed, laying a soft hand on your arm. "Well, you're welcome to have lunch with me and my friend, Robin. We eat in the newspaper room. Less crowded, more quiet."
"Now that I can probably do," you laughed. "Thanks."
They walked off toward the building, leaving you alone as you looked up at Hawkins High.
This was gonna be your year. You could feel it.
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"Oh, come on! Fuck," you muttered as you yanked on the metal locker door, struggling to get it to open.
"Alright, that isn't gonna fix it. What's the combination?" Dustin asked as he walked up behind you, reaching over to try his luck. Within a couple seconds he had it open, giving you a proud grin as you glared in response.
"Thanks," you scowled, grabbing your history book and putting some other things away.
"How's the first day going so far?" He asked, leaning against the lockers as you let out an exasperated laugh.
"Well, let's see. I was late to my first two classes because I got lost. My locker hates me. And everyone is looking at me like I'm from another planet. So..." you said sarcastically as you shut your locker, holding your books to your chest. "It's going great."
Dustin smiled. "It's gonna get better, I promise. I told you, if you need some friends, I can-"
"Dustin, no offense... But I do not need you to set me up with your little gaming buddies, okay? I'm just fine on my own," you said as you gave him a thankful look.
"I'm just saying, some of them are seniors and-"
"Dustin. I'm good. Really," you insisted as you patted him on the back, rushing down the hall toward your last class before lunch. You didn't wanna be late for this one too.
You rounded the corner of the hallway, nearly colliding with a guy who had to spin on the heels of his white sneakers to not knock you over. Your books spilled out of your arms anyway as you cursed and knelt down to pick them up.
"Shit, sorry," The guy said as he tried to help you, but you quickly grabbed your things to avoid anymore embarrassment. You couldn't even bring yourself to look up at whoever it was, only noticing his hands that were decorated heavily with chunky, silver rings.
"Don't worry about it," you said shyly as you stood back up, speed walking to your classroom as the bell rang above you.
Eddie watched you retreat down the hall, curiously observing you and wondering where the hell you'd come from. It certainly wasn't Hawkins.
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"What's got you so distracted, Munson?" Jeff asked, waving his hand in front of Eddie's zoned out face. "Hellooooo, earth to Eddie?"
Eddie smacked his friend's distracting hand out of the way, looking for you in the cafeteria.
"Not now, nerd. I'm busy," Eddie huffed, scanning the sea of students he'd seen nearly every day, with no sign of you.
Dustin laughed from across the table, watching the two bicker. "No, he's right, you're totally spaced today. What's up?"
Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes. "Jesus, fine, if it'll get you off my ass..." He said as he stood up, leaning his hands on the table to get a better look at the room.
"I saw a girl today. Well- more like, ran into her. And now I'm trying to find her," he said as he narrowed his eyes, looking around.
"Oooooo, Eddie's got a crush," Gareth teased as Eddie immediately reached over and flipped his cupcake frosting side down onto his lunch tray. "Hey!" He pouted as Eddie grinned, giving him the bird.
The bell rang as the rest of the table rose to throw out their lunches and get back to class.
"Hey, Henderson, still on for tonight?" He asked as Dustin turned and gave him a nod.
"I mean, I guess. My cousin is staying with us so it's kinda crowded," he shrugged.
"Dustin, I can NOT fail this final. You said you'd help me," Eddie said as he put his hands on his hips.
"And I will! I was just letting you know," Dustin said defensively. "Bring your books."
Eddie clapped a hand down on his shoulder, shaking his little friend a bit before pushing him playfully and running out of the cafeteria.
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"Wait, where's Dustin?" You asked as Nancy backed out of the parking lot to take you home.
"Oh, he didn't tell you? He said Eddie was gonna give him a ride," she said as she put on her sunglasses.
"Huh. Okay. And who's Eddie?" You asked.
"You haven't met Eddie yet? Well, you're in for a treat," she laughed. "He's the leader of their little DND club," she teased, looking back at Mike who rolled his eyes.
"He's the DM, not the leader, Nancy. You make it sound like a cult."
"So touchy about your little board game," Nancy poked as Mike kicked the back of her seat.
You were glad when she pulled into the Hendersons' driveway to drop you off, so you could finally de-stress from the day.
You noticed an unfamiliar van in the driveway, figuring it belonged to this mysterious Eddie you'd heard so much about.
You walked in and headed straight for the fridge to grab a glass of water before heading toward your room, noticing Dustin's door was open. You walked by quietly so you wouldn't be stopped and have to play awkward introductions with any of his friends right now.
You flopped back onto your bed, letting out the world's longest sigh as you let the stress of your first day start to fade. You could just close your eyes for a few minutes and have a little nap.
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"Come on, Eddie, you know this!" Dusting groaned as Eddie looked at him with pure confusion on his face.
"Well evidently I don't, Henderson. Don't be a dick," Eddie said as he tossed a crumpled piece of note paper at his curly haired friend.
"I'm not being a dick. But you're not even trying. You're smart, I know you are."
Eddie rolled his eyes as he stood, pacing Dustin's floor dramatically.
"Wasted potential, you're sooo smart, if you just applied yourself, blah blah blah," Eddie mocked as he picked up a baseball from Dustin's dresser and started tossing it in the air only to catch it as it fell.
Dustin watched with amusement as Eddie started off on one of his soap box rants about how education was bullshit and schools were prisons of the mind.
"I know what it is. I just need some study music," Eddie said with a wicked grin as he sauntered over to Dustin's stereo on the far wall, flipping through his cassette tapes until he found the heaviest thing his little friend owned and popped it in the deck, turning the volume up way too loud.
Dustin laughed as Eddie hopped up on his bed, banging his head to the rhythm as he did his best air guitar along to the chords that rolled through the speakers.
You jolted up out of bed, startled and annoyed by Dustin's overly loud music that blared through your shared wall. You banged on it in an attempt to make him turn it down, but he didn't. It was clear he couldn't hear you.
"I gotta take a leak," Eddie yelled over the music, jogging across the hall to the bathroom and shutting the door.
You stormed into Dustin's room seconds later with your hands on your hips. He saw the glare on your face and rushed to stop the music.
"Thank you," you said with annoyance, turning to go back to your room.
Eddie walked back in with exasperation as he motioned to the stereo.
"Dude! You can't just turn off Metallica in the middle of Battery."
"Tell that to my cousin," Dustin mused as he looked out of his window, seeing his mom pulling into the driveway. "You staying for dinner?"
"I guess I'm gonna have to. I gotta have a stern talk with this cousin of yours," Eddie said as he pulled Dustin under his arm, giving him a noogie.
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"Hey, dinner's ready."
You looked up from your book to see Dustin poking his head in your room.
"Alright, yeah. I'll be down in a minute. Thanks," you said distractedly as you tried not to lose your place in the text.
He left you alone again as you rose from the bed, taking a small steps so you wouldn't trip as you couldn't pull yourself from the story.
You held onto the railing of the stairs as you descended, engulfed in an intense war scene in the fantasy novel you were recently absorbed in.
Dustin snorted as he chewed on his pizza crust, shaking his head at you as he noticed you holding the book up to your face.
"If you fall, I'm gonna laugh," he teased, bringing everyone's attention to you as you carefully made your way to the table.
Eddie followed his friend's line of sight to see you, only taking a second to register who was behind the novel. His eyes grew about 3 sizes as he realized.
It was you.
"Shut up, Dustin" you mumbled as you pulled your chair out across from him, not really paying attention as you picked up your glass of water to take a sip.
Eddie elbowed Dustin the in the side as he yelped, rubbing the sore spot as he glared up at Eddie.
"What?!" He whispered as Eddie kept making silent looks in your direction, trying to get Dustin to read his mind.
Eddie sighed heavily, anxiously turning his rings beneath the table as he tried to think of something to say.
"Uh- careful, I might knock that one out of yours hands too," he said lamely, squeezing his eyes shut when he realized how dumb it sounded out loud.
You glanced up at the sound of a new voice, blinking a few times as you tried to place him. You didn't recognize his face, but the voice was familiar.
"Sorry, what?" You asked as you cocked your head to the side, studying his wild curls and soft doe eyes, noting how beautiful he was.
"Oh! I'm uh, I'm the guy that nearly ran you over in the hall today," he cleared his throat, raising his hands above the table to motion with what he said.
The silver rings caught your attention as your mouth fell open slightly.
"Ah," you smiled as you remembered. "Well, please don't. This one is actually very good, unlike those smelly old textbooks."
You looked back down at the pages with a small smirk, trying to play it cool although you couldn't help but think about how cute he was, even with all the nervous babble- which, if you were honest, made him even more attractive.
Eddie leaned back against the dining room chair and smiled to himself, looking down at his lap momentarily.
He felt eyes burning into the side of his head, glancing over to see Dustin scowling at him.
What? he mouthed at his younger friend, who shook his head in return, judgmental eyes burning right through him.
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"You canNOT have the hots for my cousin, Eddie. It's weird!" Dustin whisper-shouted as soon as they were back in his room.
"Dude!" Eddie fussed, shutting his bedroom door and leaning against it. "She's gonna hear you. Be cool!"
Dustin folded his arms over his chest as Eddie took a deep breath, composing himself.
"Look, nobody said anything about dating, 'kay? I just think she's cute," Eddie shrugged, trying hard to convince himself as much as Dustin as he felt his heart ramming against his ribcage, still reeling from being sat just a few feet from you.
"Bullshit," Dustin spat as he narrowed his eyes. "I've seen you around girls you think are cute. That out there? That was different. You were practically drooling."
Eddie crossed the carpeted floor in quick steps, grabbing his friend by the shoulders.
"You need to chill out, man," Eddie warned, looking deep into Dustin's eyes. "Besides, why didn't you tell me your cousin was... Her?" He asked as he let him go, moving to sit on the edge of his friend's tiny twin mattress.
"Because I knew you'd get all... like this," Dustin stuttered, motioning wildly with his hands.
Eddie rolled his eyes, slapping his hands down on his knees.
"Fine."
He stood and grabbed his textbooks as Dustin exhaled heavily.
"Come on, Eddie, I didn't mean-"
"No, no, it's fine. Don't wanna make anybody uncomfortable," Eddie said sarcastically as he tucked his books under his arm and headed out into the hallway. "See you tomorrow."
"Eddie, wait-" Dustin's voice could be heard fading in the distance as Eddie walked down the hallway toward the stairs, but it was tuned out completely as he focused on a new sound coming from your bedroom door that was left a open about two feet.
He heard Dio playing quietly, narrowing his eyes as he couldn't imagine a girl like you would be listening to his kind of music.
His curiosity got the best of him as he stopped outside of your room, glancing inside to find you laying on your stomach in bed, propping your head up with one hand while the other was holding a pen and scribbling something into a notebook.
He knew it wasn't right, eavesdropping on you like this. But hearing you hum along to Rainbow In The Dark as your feet kicked softly in the air was a sight he couldn't tear his eyes away from. He gulped as he watched you adjust your position in bed, tucking a pillow under your chest and giving him a peek of your stomach when your shirt rode up.
His eyes grew wide as his white trainers shuffled back against the carpeted hallway, nearly colliding with the wall as he backed away.
Dustin was right. Eddie didn't just think you were cute. There was nothing innocent about his little crush that was growing from a tiny spark into a full-fledged fire as he felt his pants getting tighter.
He rushed down the stairs, his heart thrumming in his chest as he raced toward the door to leave.
"Eddie!" Mrs. Henderson called sweetly as he was just about to yank open the front door, cursing himself silently as he turned to face her, holding his textbooks in front of the tent in his pants.
"H-hi, Mrs. Henderson. Thanks again for dinner," he said sheepishly.
"Anytime, you know that," she smiled as she walked toward him. "I just wanted to thank you again for always looking out for my Dusty. Between you and me, I was nervous about him hanging out with older kids but-
"It's really no problem, ma'am. He's a great kid. But listen, I gotta run," Eddie stammered as he backed out of the front door, a nervous smile on his face as she waved goodbye to him.
You heard the front door creak as it closed downstairs, causing you to peek out of your bedside window to see who it was. You noticed Eddie leaving in a hurry, basically sprinting to his van as he hopped in, slammed the door, and rested his forehead against the steering wheel.
Your brows furrowed as you watched him curiously, seeing him finally sit up straight as he cranked the engine, throwing his arm over the passenger seat headrest to back out of the driveway.
He glanced up at your window before he took his foot off the brake, your eyes locking for just a minute as he froze.
Shit.
He couldn't believe you were looking at him right now. He thanked the gods above that you couldn't see the discomfort he was carrying in his lap due to the dash of the van as he offered you a kind smile, lifting his fingers off the wheel to wave at you.
You waved back with a smirk as you shut the curtains, glancing over to see your door was open. You got up quickly to shut and lock it before you got into bed for the night, turning your music up a little bit louder.
You'd be thinking of him tonight.
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Summary: You finally attend the infamous Hellfire Club, putting your newfound DnD skills to the test, as well as your ability to resist Eddie's charming distractions. You unlock a new kink of his in the process.
A/N: So sorry for the wait, I have been struggling to write a bit since the release of Vol. 2. I had so much fun with this, I hope you enjoy!
You gave yourself one last look-over in the floor length mirror, adjusting the Hellfire Club shirt Eddie had given you. It fit well, and you'd paired it with black jeans with ripped knees and your favorite pair of converse. You huffed after hearing the horn blare outside for the 3rd time, running out to where Steve was waiting in your driveway, impatiently throwing his hands about. Dustin waved from the passenger seat as you hopped in the back.
"Alright, alright! Jeez, what's got you so uptight, Harrington?" You huffed as you tossed your bag in the floorboard.
"Nothing, you were just taking forever. I don't see why you couldn't just ride with Eddie," Steve said annoyed as Dustin grinned widely.
"Because he always stays after school to set up his campaign," Dustin said matter-of-factly.
"And he insisted I go home so he wouldn't 'bore me to tears'... I tried to stay and help, but he's stubborn," you say with a thoughtful smile as you glance out the window at his trailer.
"Okay, well, I do have a life, ya know. I'm not just the babysitter," Steve said as he rolled his eyes, throwing his hand over Dustin's headrest as he backed out of your yard.
"In other words, Steve's got a date," Dustin chirped, causing you to raise your eyebrows at your voluminous-haired friend in front of you.
"Oooooh, do tell, King Steve!" You said eagerly as he shook his head. "Who's the lucky girl?"
Steve just ignored you, turning the music up a bit louder as he headed toward the school.
You pushed open the door of the borrowed chemistry classroom, confused when you saw a dark, seemingly empty room. Dustin shuffled in behind you, Mike and Lucas pushing past as they began setting their things up on the desks that were pushed together in the middle of the room.
"Where's Eddie?" You asked Erica, who just shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, he'll be here. Don't worry," Gareth rolled his eyes as they began to sit around the tables.
You took your new seat to the right of the Dungeon Master's throne as the stage lights flipped on with a dramatic buzz.
"There he is," Dustin laughed, shaking his head as you looked around for your eccentric boyfriend.
"Good evening, fellow heroes..." Eddie's deep voice boomed as he strode into view, his boots heavy on the tile flooring. With a few quick leaps, he hopped up into his large chair, towering over the rest of the group as he glanced down at you and Erica with a smirk and a bow. "Lady heroes..."
You gulped as he dramatically fell down into a seated position, splaying his fingers out as he placed his palms down on the tabletop.
"I trust you've each brought your gall, your wit, and most importantly - your thirst for destruction. There is no room for missteps, no leniency for hiccups, and certainly no mercy in the presence of the Cult. Of. Vecna." Eddie's voice was dripping with theatrics as he hissed the words, punctuating them with priceless expressions.
Your eyes grew wide as you turned to Dustin on your right, who just nodded reassuringly at you. "You got this," he whispered.
Eddie's eyes tracked Dustin's face and landed on you as you gave him a mousey expression.
"What's this?" He asked as he tipped his chin up theatrically. "An unfamiliar face... And quite pretty too," he says with a smirk as he leans back in his chair. "But do you have what it takes to defend and defeat?"
You quirked a brow as you felt a bit of confidence surge knowing that your team had your back.
"Sorry, are we here to talk shit to each other or are we actually gonna roll some dice?" You asked with narrowed eyes as the rest of the party burst into scattered oooohs and laughter at Eddie's expense. "'Cause if I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted to kiss me right now."
Eddie's face was one of shock as he nodded slowly, his eyes blown wide as he couldn't believe your comeback. He was impressed, and mentally thanked the Gods that he was sat so the table would hide the tent in his pants.
"Welcome to Hellfire," Eddie said finally, his bright eyes and sinister smile sending a warmth straight through your body. You shook it off as you turned to Dustin to help you get started, knowing it would take some real concentration to ignore Eddie's distracting charm.
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"You are scared, you are tired, you are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists... Or do you stand your ground and fight?" Eddie asks as he braces himself on the table, caging in his books.
After some shared looks and careful consideration, Dustin pipes up. "I say we fight."
"To the death," you agree wholeheartedly, nodding at your teammate.
"To the death! To the death!" The rest of the party chants, holding up their fists and soda cans.
You laugh as Erica grabs your hand, holding it in the air like you've won a championship.
Eddie flops back into his chair as he laughs maniacally, giving you a look of approval. You grinned, taking a second to mentally snap a picture of him in this moment. Thriving, full of energy, and happy.
His eyes lock onto yours once more and you share a private moment of gratitude before your teammates pull your attention away.
The next hour passed quickly as the game took a much darker swing. Your players were dropping like flies as the dice rolls betrayed you turn after turn.
"No!" Mike yelled as Eddie swung his arm across the board, tossing his character piece to the ground to signify his demise.
"And then there were two..." Eddie says sadly as he sits back down, giving the party a warning glance.
"Time out!" Jeff yells, summoning the party to a group huddle away from the board. Eddie looks pleased, proud of how hard his campaign is turning out to be.
"Guys, I hate to say this but we gotta flee..." Gareth says, half the players nodding in agreement. Dustin scoffs, Erica sucks her teeth.
"Didn't we just agree to the death?" Erica snaps.
"That wasn't literal!" Gareth says in a half-whisper, half-scream.
"Vecna just desecrated us. We can't kill him with 2 players!" Jeff agrees.
Dustin looks Jeff dead in the eyes and he cocks his head to the side, "He only has 15 hit points left. Don't be pussies!"
You hear your boyfriend clear his throat from behind you, turning to see him sat in his throne with his leg thrown over the arm, leaned back with his ringed-fingers clasped. It was a sight to behold.
"Whilst I respect the passion, you'd be wise to take Gareth the Great's concern to heart... There is no shame in running," Eddie says with a devilish grin, spreading his arms out theatrically. He leaned forward with a dark face as his nose scrunched slightly.
"Don't be heroes. Not today, 'kay?"
The group turns back into a huddle as Eddie chuckles to himself.
"How many hit points do you and Dustin have left?" Mike asks you, as you chew your bottom lip nervously.
"We said to the death, need I remind you?" Erica interjects again, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, but-"
"No, she's right," you say firmly, standing up straight and turning to where Eddie was perched with a proud glint in his eye.
"Let's kick his ass."
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Your eyes darted around the board, nervousness brimming in your gut as your teammates watched you with anticipation. Dustin was out, and it was all up to you.
"Why so nervous, princess?" Eddie asked as he gazed at you across the table with his signature puppy-like eyes. He had amusement painted across his face.
"You confuse my desire to destroy you with nerves. How cute," you tease, refraining from smiling as Eddie throws his head back to laugh.
You shook off the way it aroused you, looking down at the black die in your palm. Focus. Win.
You nervously toss the multi-sided die, time crawling by as it seemed to roll on forever. Everyone had leaned in to look except for you, who squeezed your eyes shut and covered your face. You couldn't bare to peek.
"HIT!" Dustin yelled as the room erupted in yells and cheerful shouting. You pulled your hands from your eyes as your jaw fell open, unable to believe you'd rolled a D-fucking-20.
"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Mike yells as they suddenly rush you, lifting you into the air as you see Eddie clapping proudly from his throne. He had the biggest, goofiest smile on his face as he watched the rest of the club celebrate you.
The cheers finally subsided as the room grew quieter, some of the party dispersing into small pairs as they talked among themselves away from the table.
"Well done, princess," Eddie says lowly as he starts clearing away his books.
"That's how it's done, Dungeon Master," you said sweetly, looking up at Eddie with bedroom eyes as you help him clean up the game pieces.
Eddie slams his final book shut at your use of his DnD title, his eyes roaming over your body while you're bent over to grab the game board.
"Everybody out," Eddie calls, causing your friends to stop mid-conversation and give him a puzzled look. Eddie looks around with wide eyes as none of them move. "We'll continue next week. Be gone, all of you!" He says as he reinstates his dramatic DnD voice, clapping his hands to rush them as they all grab their things and clear out.
You smile to yourself as he them to the door, shutting it and locking it with a click that echoes throughout the classroom.
You pretend not to notice, clearing away the last of the DnD items and setting the boxes on the floor as Eddie wordlessly makes his way back to his throne.
The only sound that remains is Eddie's metal mixtape that plays through the speakers of the stereo in the corner of the room.
He sits, leaning back as he clears his throat. You look up as he quirks a brow at you, his hand coming down to his thigh. His rings glimmering in the stage lights as he pats his leg to invite you over.
"You sure you've never played before?" He asks with a cheeky grin as you laugh, letting him pull you into his lap as you straddle him in the large, velvet-covered chair.
"Positive."
"Guess you're just a natural then," he says as he cocks his head to the side, running his ring-clad fingers up the side of your neck.
"Or maybe your campaigns are just too easy," you tease innocently as Eddie's smile turns darker, a chuckle raising in his chest.
His fingers slowly wrap around your throat as he narrows his eyes at you. "Is that what you think?" He asks with a daring tone.
"But what do I know?" You shrug, biting your bottom lip as he squeezes a bit of pressure into the sides of your neck. "After all, I'm just a newbie."
Eddie holds you in place as he bucks his hips casually, making you suddenly very aware of the growing erection beneath his jeans. You inhale sharply as it ruts against your clothed sex, forcing the fabric to drag deliciously against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
"So responsive," Eddie hums as he repeats his movements, watching your face intently as he uses his free hand to pull your hips against his.
"Eddie, please-" you whimper, breathing so heavy that you feel a bit light-headed.
"Try again, princess..." he says, giving you a knowing look as you gulp back your need to moan.
"D-dungeon master," you say faintly, feeling his grip tighten on your hip as he groans in response.
"Good girl... Fuck, that's even hotter than I imagined," he says as he suddenly shifts forward, his hands moving to help you unbutton your jeans and slide them off. He quickly loses his too as you impatiently push him back into his chair.
Eddie chuckles as he grips your hips, the laugh being cut short as he gasps when you drag your wet folds over his engorged cock.
"So eager, baby..." Eddie says lowly as he kisses your chest tenderly while helping you grind against him.
You slide your fingers into his thick hair, pulling his head back to make him look up at you. He fucking smiles.
"Maybe I just want my prize already. I mean, I won, didn't I?" You ask with a smirk, leaning down to kiss the stupid grin off his face as he moans into your mouth.
He reaches between your bodies, lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance, carefully helping you sink down onto his length as he sighs.
"That you did, princess... That. You. Did."
Eddie's body tenses a bit as the intro to Metallica's Master of Puppets plays through the stereo speakers. You notice his eyes flicker in that direction and grin as you realize it's turning him on even more.
Eddie's hands wrap around your hips, his rings digging comfortably into your skin as he watches you bounce up and down.
You jaw falls open as you rock your hips in rhythm to grind your clit against Eddie's groin. He curses as he feels your walls tighten around him considerably, wrapping his arm around your waist to help you chase the friction you're grasping for.
You ball his shirt in your fists as you desperately fuck him, moaning and whining as he rocks his hips upward to meet your thrusts.
He grabs your face, kissing you hard as your legs start to tremble and shake around his. Your thighs burn as you ride him faster, his groans pulling you closer to the edge as his eyes practically cross from the pleasure.
"I feel you gettin' close, baby. That's it," Eddie says as he wraps his fingers around your throat.
You whimper as your legs start to ache, knowing you're so fucking close. You focus on the music to help you persist, the look in Eddie's eyes is pure magic as he watches you ride him to the rhythm of the song.
"Come for me, baby. Obey your master," he says lowly as he squeezes your throat slightly. You let out a small scream as he covers your mouth, suddenly both aware that you're still in the school. It just makes you cum harder, your eyes squeezing shut as he helps you stay quiet.
He groans as you tighten around him, pulling your chest to his face to muffle his own moans as he helps you rock through your release.
Before you know it, he's lifting you, laying you back across the table you were just playing DnD on half an hour ago.
He rubs soothing lines across your legs as he lifts them onto his shoulders, burying himself all the way inside of you as you whimper from the new angle.
"So you think my campaigns are too easy?" He asks with a soft kiss to your calf. You look up at him with a dazed expression, your brain still clouded by your orgasm. "Because I did that for you, princess... But I don't have to be so gentle."
You feel your core tingle as he rocks into you a little rougher, his thighs banging against the edge of the table as he grips your hips.
"I can actually be pretty damn rough," he says as he snaps his hips into you, the stinging sensation somehow still so pleasurable. "Is that what you want?" He asks as he rotates his hips, burying himself deeper as you moan into the air above you.
You nod quickly, reaching down to place your hands on his. He moves them so your palms fall on nothing, chuckling as he kisses your other calf. "Play with yourself, baby. I wanna see."
You feel your face heat up at his instructions, obliging hesitantly as he starts to thrust into you faster, his hands gripping beautifully around your thighs as his rings make indentions in your flesh.
You circle your clit with your fingers, whining as the sensitivity mixes with the pressure building in your belly from the way he's pounding you.
The song reaches it's breakdown as Eddie slams into you, his thrusts getting sloppy as he nears his own release.
Master
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Your second orgasm crashes into you out of no where as Eddie hits a particularly deep spot within you and you cry out, squeezing your thighs together and ultimately forcing Eddie to cum immediately after.
He slams his hands down on the table on either side of your hips, filling you so full that you feel him dripping out before he's even finished.
Master
Master
Eddie pants heavily, his wavy hair tickling your chest as he leans over to kiss you.
"Good timing," you giggle as the song ends, brushing your fingers over his face as you nuzzle his nose.
"I wish I could say I planned that," he laughs as he presses his forehead against yours.
He helps you get cleaned up as you both quickly collect your things, grabbing his mixtape from the school's stereo before making your way into the hallway.
"That was fun," you say sweetly as he intertwines his fingers with yours.
"Kicking my ass in DnD? Or fucking to Master of Puppets?" Eddie asks with a goofy grin, playfully leaning into your shoulder.
You laugh as you fall back into him, pushing him back. "I guess a bit of both."
"So I can expect you back next week, then?" He asks as you make your way through the halls of the school you'd be leaving for good pretty soon.
"Someone has to carry the team, I guess..." you sigh dramatically, knowing it couldn't be further from the truth. Eddie laughs loudly anyway as you hear someone from the other side of the hall.
"Hey! What are you kids still doing here? Stop!" The security guard yells, shining his flashlight down the dark hallway. Eddie's face lights up with a wicked grin and before you can protest, he wraps his arm around your waist, hoisting you up into his arms as he kicks open the exit door and runs off into the night with you in tow.
"Eddie!" You squeal as he chuckles, quickly opening the passenger door to his van to let you in before dashing around to his side. He turns up the radio in true chaotic Eddie fashion before pulling out of the parking lot.
"You're insane!" You laugh, looking over at him in the pale moon light shining through the windshield.
"And you love me," he reminds you with a giddy grin, reaching over to squeeze your thigh.
"That I do, Munson," you giggle. "That. I. Do."
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End of Part 3 ♡
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SERIES
just where our bones will rest**
↳ she sought for validation; he sought for acceptance. two juveniles who believed they’d spend the rest of their lives playing red guitars and borrowed claviers, (along with the trepidation of isolation), meet in one boring afternoon, and find themselves reveling in caterwaul voices, laying in a field of colossal grass, and writing lyrics with botched ballpens and crumpled papers.
ONE-SHOTS
scandals & handcuffs; burning altars**
↳ it’s summer and eddie’s bored out of his mind. and while he spits out mindless questions, clarifying gossip and racy expeditions, eddie finds himself indulging you (and your touch, scent, kisses)
the freakshow**
↳ your heart dances on the edge of the knife when it comes to the infamous eddie munson. but the freak loves to play with knives at the freakshow, and he’s got you kneeling before him with his initials carved into your skin, bleeding down to his feet.
liquid smooth
↳eddie’s nightmares corrode his nights for the past two weeks. with guilt overwhelming his healing wounds, you let your boyfriend talk to you as a cathartic release.
love me forever, eddie my love (SLIGHT NSFW)
↳ early mornings, whispers prosed into promises of evermore, eddie takes care of your tired soul, all while indulging in the love you give to him
crybaby**
↳ your best-friend’s pretty. really fucking pretty. especially when he’s got his eyeliner smudged all over his eyes from crying too much, or when he’s got scratch marks over his inked skin, or when his begging moans make him hotter than hellfire
kiss of the knife**
↳ in frenzied expeditions, eddie lets his anger snap and indulges in something… new. (ghostface!eddie)
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Eddie Munson
Series
Chemistry
Part 2: Cherry On Top
Part 3: Show Me What You've Got
Part 4: The Promise
Part 5: Wouldn’t It Be Nice
Part 6: Don’t Dream It’s Over coming soon
I’ll Be Home for Christmas
Part 1: Back to the Old House
Part 2: Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
Part 3: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
Part 4: How Soon is Know? (FINALE) coming soon
One Shots
wasting your tongue
Blurbs
Rainy daze
you change your look and Eddie notices
"Why don't you have any piercings Eddie?"
teach me
Headcanons
Eddie isn’t an angry person
Eddie loves just holding your boobs
You make Eddie a mixtape
Introducing Eddie to Dia de los Muertos + making an altar for Eddie post-vecna
You find Eddie after he witnesses Chrissy’s death.
Moonstruck
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | homemade | Part 5 | cats | honey-like
Eddie knew he was doomed the moment his eyes landed on you and his heart jumped in his chest. You, princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police.
Traces of dark ink on your skin
Moments in which you discover Eddie’s tattoos.
Dead channels
Eddie finds dead channels on a walkie-talkie to vent about his feelings and everything he goes through. One day, you happen to stumble upon his frequency.
No one loves me like you
You and Eddie share an intimate moment on a Saturday night.
Dreams made of sand and golden waves
It’s time for the yearly trip to your grandparent’s beach house; this year you are hellbent on not going alone, and Eddie is just about the only person who can pass as your boyfriend. It’s just one weekend, so keeping real feelings at bay should be easy, right?
Let this night in my lungs, you’re all I wanna breathe
Eddie struggles to sleep after what happened in the upside down, good thing you know exactly how to solve that.
All that love ever taught me
Part 1 | Part 2 | Rockstar’s lucky charm
Eddie has loved you for a long while, he just doesn’t have what it takes to tell you, and that might just be his downfall.
Would you kiss me in a crowded room?
There was always a push and pull with Eddie. He’ll kiss you in an abandoned corner of the library and then barely talk to you in the cafeteria, but will look like a kicked puppy if you so much as think about giving him a cold shoulder. You care for him, deeply, but sometimes, he confuses the shit out of you.
No one gets my soul right like you
You’re about to graduate college and you still haven’t had your first kiss; Eddie, as the good friend he is, offers to help.
Play our record, just one more time
Part 1 | Part 2
Your dreams know the sound of his voice, even if you haven’t heard it closely in years. His fingertips still tingle when they remember the feeling of your skin, like a poorly healed scar. Or, the story of how you and Eddie fell apart, and found each other again.
SUMMARY: prom is coming up. you wanted to go with eddie, eddie didn’t wanna go with you. at least that’s what you thought. insecurities kick in and you refuse to talk or look at eddie. but he can’t stand a day without talking to you. how is he supposed to apologise when it’s a total misunderstanding?
part 1 / part 2
WARNING: eddie being a rlly stupid teen boy 😡. angst! reader is rlly insecure. cuss words. jason 🙄 cuz he needs a warning. THIS IS PART 1 and it’s rlly sad. eddie and reader are both 17
“ we’re goin-”
“ we aren’t going.”
you both say at the same time, you groan rolling your eyes. “ eddie come on we have to go it’s prom!” you whine covering your face annoyed. “ absolutely not. it’s prom it’s for weirdos.” he says while wiping his guitar with a tissue. “ but eddie. we literally are weirdos. stacy mckay is handing out party invitations and we’re here talking about a fantasy game.” you say laying back down. “ yeah but henderson prom is for jocks and cheerleaders with daddy’s money.” he says cracking his knuckles. “ eds come on it’s our last-maybe your last year in highschool with me, just go to prom with me.” you whine standing up, you look around and see people in the parking lot. forgetting you were chilling on the school roof. you quickly sit back down making eddie chuckle, “ just go with your brother henderson.” eddie says laying down. you snap your head towards him, “ excuse me? i’m not going to the prom with my brother that’s so lame!” you grown. “ but we are lame for the love of god henderson.” eddie yells.
“ your going.” you stand up again, eddie covers his face with his hand. “ yeah no i’m not.” he says. you raise an eyebrow, “ yes you are.” you say holding your hand out for him. he takes it and stands up, “ nope!” he says running then jumping off the roof to the parking lot floor. you roll your eyes following him. “ this is why you have no female friends.” you say flipping him off. “ sure henderson.” he says taking your finger trying to put it in his mouth. “ ew go away.” you say shoving your hand in your pocket. eddie smiles, “ still not going.” he says crossing his hands. “ i hate you.” you say giggling. eddie puts his hands over his chest, “ oh god i’m so hurt!” he says pouting. you flip him off moving closer to him as you two walk into school.
“ freak.” someone says behind eddie, he turns around closing his locker. jason- oh god jason? what does he want with eddie. “ what do you want dipshit?” eddie says crossing his hands. jason takes a deep breath in smiling, eddie smirks. “ is your uh really hot friend going to prom?” jason says smirking tilting his head. eddie stops smirking. “ can’t ask her yourself?” eddie says pushing jason out of the way. “ come on freak, just wanna know if she’s going.” jason says catching up, putting his hand on eddie’s shoulder stopping him. eddie takes a deep breath in looking back at jason. “ yes she’s going. now go shoot your balls into laundry baskets.” eddie says shoving jason’s hand off of him. “ will do. thanks freak.” jason says patting eddie’s shoulder.
“ your not going to the prom with him” eddie says crossing his hands leaning back on your bed, “ what?” you say turning around throwing the dress you had over your body on the floor. “ why not?” you say tilting your head to the side. “ because it’s jason. ” eddie says reaching over your nightstand picking up a cassette . “ hey hands to yourself.” you say snatching the cassettes. he throws his hands up in defeat, “ come on are you seriously thinking of going with jason?” eddie says. “ yes munson.” you grown jumping on your bed covering your face. “ you seriously pick prom with jason over playing dnd? with me and dustin?” he says standing up walking to your perfume stand, spraying some of your perfume on himself. “ yes.” you blatantly say.
eddie turns around flipping you off. “ come on it’ll be fun munson! just for like 10 minutes.” you say standing up grabbing his hand. eddie turns the other way because he knows, if he looks into your eyes he’ll give in. your beautiful eyes jesus. “ we can go wearing hellfire shirts.” you suggest, eddie turns around. “ really?” he says in shock. “ no.” you say pushing past him to your closet. “ how about this one?” you say turning around holding up a baby blue dress. it’s a v-neck dress that reaches the floor, it’s usually worn with silky white gloves and a pearl necklace. “ do you like it?” you ask looking at eddie.
eddie stares, and stares hard. the image of you in the dress made him blush. blush. like blush a lot. “ hellooo! earth to eddie!” you say shaking the dress. your laugh, “ dustin!” you yell out loud. “ dustin henderson!” you yell again. “ what?” dustin says walking into your room with a bar of nougat in his hand. “ is this pretty?” you ask looking back at the dress. “ no way eddie is going to prom?” dustin says gasping. eddie shakes his head snapping out of his day dream, “ no your sister is going with jason.” eddie says standing up walking up to dustin. “ what?!” dustin yells. “ quiet!” you yell at your brother. “ why aren’t you going with eddie? he’s perfect!” dustin says looking at eddie. “ i wanted to! he doesn’t wanna go to prom with me!” you say throwing the dress on your bed crossing your hands.
“ eddie?!” dustin says crossing his hands too. “ oh my god does it run in the family?” eddie says chuckling. “ i don’t wanna go to prom because cheesy and lame.” he says throwing his hands up in defeat. “ that’s the point of the prom!” you whine sitting on the bed. “ ask steve.” dustin says. “ what? steve?” eddie says in offense.” yeah maybe i will.” you say laying down on your bed. “ you can’t ask out steve harrington.” he says crossing his hands annoyed. “ why not? its either him or jason.” you sit up crossing your hands too. “ unless..” you sing raising your eyebrows jokingly. he throws a pillow hitting you. “ absolutely not.” he says. you groan. “ is it cuz it’s me?” you say turning to look at him. “ what?! no!” he yells. “ then why not.” you say.
“ if it was chrissy asking you. you’d 100% say yes.” you mumble laying back down. he remains silent. why is he silent? you sit back up crossing your hands. “ wait seriously?” you scoff. you and dustin make eye contact. “ wow fine okay.” you stand up walking out of your room. you slam your bedroom door. you walk to the front door. putting on your converse. you open the door. grabbing your bike you immediately start riding it. are you over reacting? are you just insecure? fuck its so stupid. why couldn’t he just tell you he wanted to go with chrissy instead of having you ask him over and over again. it was humiliating. and stupid.
you start tearing up. it was dark. the only light coming from your bike. why are you starting to tear up. fuck this is so stupid. was it because you felt humiliated? or was it the fact that eddie wanted to go with chrissy and not you? who wouldn’t though. chrissy is so pretty. so so pretty. she was extremely nice. you feel so dumb and pathetic. you continue riding your bike as tears roll down your face. you take a turn to the richer side of town. you look around. you spot the house your looking for. you start paddling faster. you get off your bike. standing infront of the house you wipe your tears roughly. you take a deep breath in. you walk up to the door and knock. you gulp as the door opens revealing
“ are you crazy?! chrissy over my sister?” dustin yells throwing a cassette at eddie. eddie dodges it. “ no! no no never!” eddie yells back standing up. “ then what!” dustin yells again spit coming out of his mouth. “ i don’t want her to ask me out!” eddie yells back. dustin steps back. “ no not like that! it’s because i wanted to! i had this whole thing planned and i don’t want her to ask me out!” eddie yells grabbing the cassette. “ what?!” dustin yells again. oh for fuck sake.
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𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐗𝐄 (DRABBLES)
NAVIGATION
SIDE A:
𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑
𝐁𝐔𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐘
SIDE B:
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐈
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑
𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇
guides: spiderling - mcu peter/ movie star - tom holland/ bug boy - tasm peter/ the banished - eddie munson/ martini - joseph quinn/ the hair - steve harrington/ ruth - nancy wheeler
Summary: touring around the holiday season, you’re worried you won’t get to spend christmas with your boyfriend
Warnings: angst, loneliness, holiday blues, rockstar!eddie being kinda a dick, cheesiness, fluffy end
Request?: No
Word Count: 3.6k
A/N: merry christmas to those who celebrate! i love this time of year (not as much as halloween, but its still cool) and wanted to share a lil angsty christmas fic for you all as a gift. enjoy :) -sava
Peaking through the curtain in your living room, you watch as snow falls from the night sky, coating the ground outside your home. It wasn’t unusual for snow to occur around Christmas in Indiana, as you’ve grown quite fond of waking of to a fresh sheet of powdery snow on your front lawn each Christmas you continue to spend in your hometown of Hawkins.
The traditions throughout the town helped brighten your spirits each and every year. Watching the children line up to meet Santa at the Starcourt mall, driving through the downtown area and seeing it decked out in decor with festive lights and garland, and the annual tree lighting ceremony that occurs each and every year on December 1st, signifying the start of the Christmas season for the town as the citizens cheer amongst the crowd before rushing off to do their family traditions
This year, however, your spirits weren’t nearly at the same level as you’d been used to, which can happen to a person when they spend this time of year alone. Your boyfriend, Eddie, took off at the beginning of fall to start his first ever tour with his band, Corroded Coffin, all across North America. They released their album at the beginning of the year, having put so much time, effort, and money into finally recording their first full length album and sending it out into the world all of last year. But with his being away on tour, it meant a lot of loneliness your you.
Sure, you were happy for your boyfriend, you weren’t going to deny that. He was finally getting to live the dream he’s set out for years to accomplish, taking a step onto the big tour bus and not looking back as he starts his journey with fame. You also couldn’t deny the emptiness you felt in your heart at his absence, as this is the first time he’s been away from you for more than a week. The two of you had your own traditions to participate in, such has making cookies, watching your favorite holiday movies, and bopping along to some of his old tapes as you presents with one another in front of a cozy fire. Not being around him this time of year was sending you into a darker place than you’d like to be in.
With a sigh, you withdrawal from the window, closing the curtain and plopping down on the couch in front of your fireplace. You frown as you look at the festive decorations, his stocking in particular, which was decorated with the Hellfire logo he created all those years ago back as a freshman, and he even made your stocking to match, both pieces looking you right in the face and looking empty as ever. You look to the tree, seeing an array of presents scattered underneath, all addressed to Eddie or other family members you promised to see after the holiday.
Your family moved out of Hawkins a few years ago, tackling the suburbs of Chicago as they begun navigating the early stages of retirement. You missed them more than you initially thought you would, but you already had plans to go and visit them a few days after Christmas. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, also moved out of Hawkins shortly after your run in with Vecna a few years back, having no where to live after the trailer was destroyed by what everyone thought was an earthquake. He only lived a few towns over now, still working away at the plant at night, but it just wasn’t the same with him not being just a short drive away anymore.
The only people you had left in Hawkins were Steve, Nancy, and Robin. Nancy and Robin moved back after college, with Nancy running the Hawkins Post and Robin running the band at the high school. Steve, he’s always been around, just like you and Eddie. Unable to escape the nostalgia that is littered throughout your small town. There might be some guilt mixed in there as well, feeling like you couldn’t leave anything behind with everything that’s happened. At least, that’s how you felt. Eddie? Not so much.
The sound of the phone ringing pulls you back, jumping off the couch and sprinting to the receiver. Taking the phone off the mount, you press it to your ear, excitement coursing through your veins at the idea of talking with Eddie.
“Hello?”
“There’s that beautiful voice I miss every night,” Eddie says into his phone. You can’t help the wide smile that stretches across your lips as you hear his beautifully low voice, giggling a little as you rest your body against the wall.
“How is the tour going? Where are you guys tonight, San Francisco?” You ask.
“No, we’re in Los Angeles, about to go on in a few hours. The tour is so fucking good, baby. The guys and I are having the time of our lives. Definitely going to miss it when it ends in a couple days.”
You pause for a moment, not sure you’re hearing him correctly. The tour originally was supposed to end tonight, leaving the guys to all fly back home in time to celebrate Christmas with their families. So you were confused as to why he would say a couple days from now that the tour was going to draw to a close.
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I heard you correctly. What do you mean the tour is ending in a few days? I thought today was the last show?”
“Shit, I didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what, Eds?”
“Our manager decided to extend it a few days. He decided to add a couple of shows on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day for here in L.A and they sold out in an hour! A fucking hour, baby! Then we have a show in San Diego on the 26th, then a show in Phoenix on the 27th, Reno on the 28th, a day off, then two shows in Vegas on the 30th and 31st, with us ringing in the new year at the end of the set. It’s going to be the most metal performance in the world,” he explained to you.
You felt your heart slowly cracking as he rambled on, telling you about all the extra tour dates added until finishing it off with the news that you wouldn’t be seeing him until the next year. You wanted to be happy for him, with hearing the pure excitement in his voice and knowing he has the widest smile on his face as he tells you all about the tour, dimples and all. But that also had a cost. A cost of you being alone for the “most wonderful time of the year”.
“So you’re not coming home tomorrow?” You ask, sadness evident in your voice.
“I mean, that’s what I just said,” he tells you plainly. Letting out a sigh, you bite your lip, feeling it begin to tremble as the pricking feeling associated with tears starts jabbing away at the backs of your eyes.
“But we have our traditions…and we were supposed to go visit my family in Chicago on the 27th, together.” You say, trying your best to mask the hurt in your voice.
“Baby this tour has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To all of us guys. We finally got our dream. Why are you being so selfish?” He questions with an annoyed tone.
You take a moment, holding the phone away as you cover the speaker. Sniffling, you let a tear cascade down your cheek as your chest tightens with hurt and guilt. You knew you were being selfish, and part of you hated yourself for that. But you also felt like you had a reason to be, with not seeing the love of your life since the middle of September. And now saying the tour was the best thing to happen to him, when all you’ve heard within the years of your relationship was that you were the best thing to come from his time on Earth? It hurt, a lot.
“Y/N, did I lose you? Are you still there baby?” His muffled voice lets out through the tiny speaker in the phone. You let out a sigh, shaking out of your funk for a moment in an attempt to act like you were fine.
“Yeah Eds, I’m still here,” you squeak out. He lets out a sigh, mumbling incoherent words before sighing once more.
“I get that you’re upset, I do. But this is important to me. You know how long we’ve been waiting for this opportunity. How hard we’ve worked to get here.”
“Yeah, I get it. More important than spending time with your girlfriend,” you let out, anger bubbling up and beginning to replace the sadness that was consuming you.
“Y/N, stop it. The other guy’s girlfriend’s and boyfriend’s are being understanding. Why can’t you be the same way?”
“Well sue me for wanting to spend Christmas with the most important person in my life,” you grunt out, chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly
“Y/N, please-“
“Just don’t, Edward. I’ve gotta go, we have carolers knocking on the door,” you lie, an angry sigh passing through your parted lips. “Merry fucking Christmas.”
You waste no time hanging the phone back on the hook, burying your head in your hands and letting out a frustrated scream. Spending the holidays alone was something you always feared ever since your parents moved away. Never did you think you’d be experiencing this kind of feeling now, especially with how serious you were with Eddie. Talks of marriage on the horizon, putting that conversation off to the side when the band got word of the tour, which you were fine with. What you weren’t okay with was sulking about an empty house during this time of year.
You weren’t going to go down without a fight. You wouldn’t allow yourself to sulk until all the other possibilities were out the window. Picking the phone up once more, you dial the number to a person you’re sure will answer, hearing the line pick up after just a few rings.
“Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”
“Hey Steve! How is your holiday season going?” You ask, wrapping an arm around your stomach as you press your shoulder against the wall once more.
“Y/N! How the heck are ya? The holiday season is going good, just about to pack the last bit of things before my flight in the morning,” he tells you, making you frown slightly.
“Packing? W-where are you running off to?”
“Denver. Tommy and I thought it’d be nice to rent a cabin and spend some time out there. What about you though? When do you and Eddie plan to make it to Chicago to see your folks?” He questions.
“Oh, uh, my flight isn’t until the 27th. I hope you have fun in Denver though!” You pause, taking a moment to let out a shaky breath. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know what Nancy and Robin are up to for the next few days, do you?”
“Oh yeah, the Wheelers are doing Christmas at Mike’s place in New York. Why do you ask?”
“Just want to be festive with the people I love, that’s all.”
“I think the Byers said they were staying in town this year, maybe you and Eddie can go celebrate with them?” Steve suggests. You feel your heart begin to crack more, a lump forming in your throat as you continue to cross more possibilities off your list.
“Joyce told me that they’re all spending Christmas in California this year. Enzo is going to meet up with them there and Hopper is really looking forward to it. Murray too. And um…Eddie won’t be in town for the holiday,” you finally reveal, voice growing smaller as your sentence progressed.
“Wait, what?! I thought he was flying home from tour tonight?” He asks, voice raised in shock.
“Yeah, he was supposed to. But his manager extended the tour a couple days. Won’t be back until after the new year,” you explain.
You twist the cord of the phone between your fingers as you kick your feet, the silence between the two of you deafening as you wait for him to process it all. You weren’t looking for sympathy when you called, that’s the last thing you want. Part of you just hoped there would be people willing to stick around the town you all call home to celebrate, but you understand that your loved ones had plans already set in stone. You weren’t going to be mad about that.
“So you’ll be all alone for Christmas?” Steve finally asks, his voice soft and tender.
“Sounds like it.”
“Y/N, I’m-“
“Nope, don't do that. It’s all good, really! Listen, I’m gonna get off of here so you can finish packing. Uh, have fun in Denver with Tommy, okay? Merry Christmas Steve,” you quickly rush out.
“Wait, I-“
Before he can finish, you press the button to end the call, but leave the phone off the hook as it dangles from the receiver, waving about by the cord, no longer in the mood to talk with anyone else for the remainder of the night. You press your back to the wall, slowly sliding down as you bring your knees to your chest, resting your tired head against them. Unsure of what else to really do, you sit there in along the lonely wall of your entryway, silently letting tears fall freely onto the material of your pants, darkening the denim blue jeans.
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Deciding not to feel sorry for yourself, you took off throughout the quiet town the next day, scurrying around for last minutes gifts and trinkets to place in the stockings and to gift to your friends and family members. Sure, it wouldn’t be as fun opening it tomorrow with you knowing exactly what was inside your stocking, but at least you had something to look forward to tomorrow morning instead of just waking up in a cold empty bed.
The mall was quieter than usual on Christmas Eve, the occasional parent, mainly fathers of the young children of Hawkins, hurrying in and out of stores with arms filled to the brim with bags from different stores. It made you giggle as you thought back to Eddie’s shenanigans around this time of year, having to remind him each day that Christmas was approaching and deal with the panic of last minute shopping for others. A sweet memory that made this shopping trip a little less than thrilling, but you weren’t going to let it dampen your mood.
The day carried on and you finally make it back to your home before the sun goes down, carrying the large bags of items through the door and being welcomed by quiet filling the walls of your house, the only sounds against your ears are the echoing of your feet against the hardwood floor. As determined as you were to not be sad today, the reminder of the loneliness you’d being ensuing until you left in a few days creeps up your spine, having pushed down the heavy feeling with distractions all day in an attempt to forget.
With a sigh, you set the bags down beside the door, walking towards the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine for the night. You were thankful that Family Video was still open when you finished your rounds at the mall, grabbing a few Christmas movies to keep you company as well as some holiday snacks to brighten your spirits.
You turn on a dime when you heard the faint sound of movement coming from one of the other rooms close by. Optimistically, you believe it was one of the bags falling, but are quick to have that fantasy shut down when you hear muffles shuffling. Cautiously, you move yourself into the living room, feeling around for the light switch to fill the room with light. You flick the switch and nearly jump out of your skin when figures appear before you.
“Merry Christmas!” They shout, standing one by one and revealing themselves. Steve, Tommy, Robin, Nancy, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Mike, and the whole Byers/Hopper crew greet you one by one, making your smile grow wider than you’ve ever had it. Setting your glass down on a nearby end table, you bring your hands to cover your mouth as the shock still flows through your body, shaking your head and wanting to pinch yourself, silently hoping that this wasn’t some crazy dream you were having.
“I’m really starting to regret giving you that spare key, Steve. You guys scared the shit out of me,” you finally let out, extending your arms and enveloping Steve in a hug. He laughs, rubbing your back and pulling away. “I thought you and Tommy were going to Denver?”
“He lied to you, can you believe that?” Tommy pipes up, reaching out to give you a hug. You turn to Steve, watching him nod and holding his hands up in surrender.
“I’m sorry, but it was all part of this plan we helped set up,” Steve tells you.
“And who can I blame for being the mastermind behind this whole plan, you?”
“Actually, you can blame the person waiting for you on your back porch,” he says, pointing out at the window. Turning, you go closer to the glass, seeing a figure standing there with their back turned away from the house, clad in dark clothing and long wavy hair flowing down his neck. You gasp, darting through the tiny crowd of people and rushing to your back door, closing it in a rush.
He turns to you, a smile lighting up his face as his eyes land on yours. Eddie reaches out for you, waiting for you to collide with his body. Running to him, you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him and wrapping yourself around his figure. He holds you close, taking in your scent and sighing in relief as he basks in the feeling of your body against his after many months away.
Pulling away, you can’t help but think back to the phone call the two of you had last night, words exchanged between you both that you now each of you regrets, and also meant all at the same time, given the circumstances. Your face contorts, sending him an angry look at you quickly rid his hands off your body, crossing your arms as you look to him.
“I thought they were extending your tour?” You ask, quirking a brow.
“I had to make up an excuse for this plan to work out, so I lied and said the tour got extended. And I just want to start off by apologizing for the things I said on the phone last night. I know it upset you, and I took things too far-“
“Too far? Eddie you called me selfish because I wanted to spend Christmas with you after not seeing you for months! We’ve never been away from one another for that long, and hearing it was going to be even longer hurt really bad,” you interrupt. He shoots you an empathetic look, reaching out to hold you. You take a step back, determined to stand your ground on the matter. "Not to mention thinking I was going to be all by myself today and tomorrow really upset me. You know that I've had that worry in the back of my head ever since my parents moved."
“Right, and you have every right to be upset with me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to have the best Christmas ever, and I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. You know I love you, right?” He says, stalking closer to you with ever word, until he’s close enough to plant a kiss to your forehead.
You can’t help the giggle that comes out of your mouth, finally breaking down and reaching out to take his hand. You press your lips to his cheek, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. He brings a hand up to your cheek, holding you close before closing the gap once more, this time pressing his soft and plump pink lips to yours.
Pulling away, he can’t help but keep his eyes on yours, the deep chocolate irises focussed on you with so much admiration. “I would never let you spend Christmas alone, sweetheart. We have traditions to participate in!”
“I know! I got a bunch of Christmas movies at Family Video we can watch together after everyone leaves. And ingredients to make cookies too,” you exclaim, excitement filling your system. Eddie can’t help but laugh at your giddiness, those beautiful dimples poking into the sides of his cheeks as he reaches out to plant another kiss to your forehead.
“That sounds like an amazing plan baby. I can’t wait,” he says, sliding his ring clad hand down your arm and locking fingers with yours.
“I even got us matching pajamas, because I know how much you love them. Consider that part of your effort to making me feel better,” you tease, turning on your heel and leading him inside. All Eddie can do is chuckle, his smile wide as he retreats back to the warm air flowing through his home, surrounded by his favorite people in the entire world, especially the love of his life, who was now just an arms length away.
Because all he can think about is how your face is going to light up when you open up your presents tomorrow, a gorgeous diamond ring waiting underneath the tree just for you.
I have an awesome Stranger Things fanfic idea but I know that if I try to write it, I'll stop like right after chapter one and it'll never be finished or even get halfway through.
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