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luveline · 2 years

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” just… two friends, casually holding hands. ” with eddie? <3

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"Listen to me, Eddie," you plead in a murmur, dropping your head into his shoulder.

The TV almost obscures his answer, equally hushed. "I'm listening."

"You're not. You're watching TV."

"I can do both. I'm a good multitasker."

You're not, you think pointedly. You're only trying to make your point – if you stay here for dinner tonight you won't have to spend the extra cash, and with the exrra cash you can get pot.

Eddie had laughed at your suggestion. What's the point in getting high if we can't get burgers, too?

He kind of has a point. Maybe. You sigh, the woes of your small town life, and rub your face into his naked shoulder, the loose threads of the cut off sleeve tickling your skin. His hand lays face up on his thigh, his watch tick-tick-ticking. You run your fingertips down his arm slowly, bored and hungry. Over fine hairs and a tiny pinprick mole, you flick your nail against the strap of his watch, skip it, press your fingers to his palm.

He has a long loveline. You trace it carefully before hooking your left arm under his and pulling his hand towards you, analysing his palm in the dim lighting. You draw it close to your face and Eddie grumbles about being pulled around.

You rub your thumb over a scar. "How'd you get this one?"

"That? You ever drop a glass and try catch it? It was already broken when I reached for it."

"Did it hurt?"

"Sure. Two stitches."

You wince and rub it again, the scar tissue a small white ridge. Eddie watches you. You're too tired to think as you push your fingers through his though you feel warm when his hand reacts, his fingers pressing down tight in the space between yours, squeezing over your knuckles. His thumb rubs over the back of yours.

"What are you doing?" he asks curiously, words sticky with fondness.

"Nothing," you say, eyebrows furrowing.

"Right. Just… two friends…casually holding hands."

"Best friends," you correct.

Eddie huffs. "Best friends," he agrees, pulling your joined hands to his stomach. He rubs your forearm with his free hand, skin shushing over skin, the two of you kissed by LCD light and the cool breeze of a summer night.

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munson-master · 2 years

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Well…shit | Eddie x Reader

Summary: Dustin accidentally sets off a trap during the campaign that ends up killing y/n’s character. (Based off of Critical Role C1E44)

Part Two Part Three

“The feather-covered sarcophagus opens, revealing a skeletal corpse surrounded by fine gold and silver jewelry. It is wearing a set of jet-black studded leather armor bearing a series of runic engravings and carvings and trimmed with black feathers. What do you wish to do Henderson?”

“We should do an investigation Che-“ you start to say only to get cut off by Dustin.

“I go over to the tomb and start to remove the armor” Dustin’s voice shouts over yours causing Eddie to snap his eyes really quickly to his girlfriend before looking down and flipping through pages of notes.

They had already been playing for three hours and after finally defeating the beholder, the party was exhausted of hit points but elated from their win. The group had decided that gathering the loot from the tomb before resting would be the best idea since the game would end at rest. You and Dustin both had your figures standing next to the sarcophagus as Eddie narrated.

Eddie’s eyes move rapidly in between Dustin and you as he sit in silence for a moment. Eventually he looks down at his notes and it’s obvious he’s thinking a mile a minute but the only words that come out are “make a saving throw”

“W-What?” Dusting squeaks while y/n roles her eyes.

“Oh my god Dustin I swear to god if this hits me… I only have 32 hit points left!” You shout at him reaching for you lucky dice.

He ignores you and quickly rolls.

“Nice! Natural 20 babyyy!” Dustin shouts, giving Mike a fist bump. The joy from his high roll isn’t shared though as Eddie glared at him before looking over to you face falling blank.

“Sweetheart I’m gonna need you to make a dexterity saving roll.”

“This is why I said to do an investigation check Dustin! If I survived a beholder just to get knocked out by some dumb trap I’ll kill both of you!” You shout as you angrily grab your dice and begin your roll. You were anxious, you took a real beating from the beholder and only had 32 HP left, a heavy blow could completely knock you out.

Finally letting your hand open, the d20 go, it rolls across the table to land right in front of Eddie.

Your eyes move from your dice to his dark brown eyes looking for reassurance. He winces looking back at you.

You had rolled a natural one.

“Well…shit.”

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* Five Months Prior*

You were panting as you finally made it to the only local game shop in Hawkins. You had ran straight there after your shift at the Palace Arcade had ended. The new Dungeons and Dragons issue came out today and you needed to get your hands on it.

DnD definitely wasn’t a popular interest that most girls your age had but honestly you didn’t give two shits about that. You never really gave much thought about ever fitting in because to be honest it wouldn’t matter anyway. You were a military brat and your parents moved around a lot so you never had the chance to settle down and make friends, let alone worry if you were going to fit in.

That’s kind of why you were so into DnD, in the game you could be anyone you want, create roots and a home and characters that you can relate to. So despite everything In your life being out of your hands; even if you didn’t stay in one place for very long, in DnD you could live your life the way you wanted. All the moving did make it hard to actually play the game though. Finding a party alone was difficult but finding a party that would let you, some new girl, join was ever harder. You took what you could get though and if you couldn’t play in your location you would at least be able to read up and build your character more.

You had just moved to Hawkins about a month ago with your mom while your dad stayed at a military base two hours away. School hadn’t started yet so you didn’t know if there were any DnD clubs but you did know that there was a local store that sold dice sets and players handbooks.

You finally found the issue you were waiting for and went to grab it but when you reached out your hand landed on top of another much larger, ring adorned hand. You gasp and pull your hand back quickly.

“I am SO sorry” you quickly apologize, and without looking at whoever the hand belonged to you take a few steps back. You found it better to apologize first especially when you were alone in a new place. In your experience most people in rural towns like this have treated you less than kind before.

“Woah Woah! It’s alright sweetheart. You want this?” The hand reaches out holding the magazine you both reached for. You finally look up to see a young man wearing a vest with pins and patches for various metal bands. His head was adorned with shaggy brown hair with a bandana tied around it. He made a sideways grin.

You slowly grab the issue he was holding out and clutch it to your chest as you can’t help but stare at the young man. He was fairly good looking but what caught you the most off guard was how kind his eyes seemed. You were obviously getting lost in thought while staring at him in silence which brought an ever so slight blush to the boys ears.

He looked away and cleared his throat while rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you play?” He asked nudging you out of your trance which immediately embarrassed you. You flushed pink and swallowed hard before responding.

“I would like to. It’s hard to find a party when you’re always the new girl.” You grumbled as you watched him grab another issue for himself.

“New girl huh?” He looked back with a smirk before reaching back out with his hand. You hesitate before grabbing it giving it a shy shake as his grip tightened slightly.

“Well new girl you could always join Hellfire. I’m their DM so what I say goes. We meet in the drama room at Hawkins high.” He points to his shirt that you can now see reads Hellfire Club with a red devil and some other doodles . Eddie seemed slightly nervous when asking though, his eyes looking anywhere than at you.

“Hellfire?? Isn’t that just…perpetuating the stigma that DnD is satanic?” You question while putting one hand on your hip. You already had the hardest time convincing your mother that you weren’t sleeping with the devil and sacrificing baby’s or whatnot.

“Hey it keeps out the undesirables and makes it safe for lost sheep like you.” He shrugs and then shoots you a wink.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile gracing your lips. “Well I don’t know about lost sheep or whatever but maybe I’ll see you around …?” You drifted off not knowing what to call him.

“Eddie! Eddie Munson, hopefully your new Dungeon Master.” He starts to back away again tucking the DnD magazine into his vest. “see you around new girl.”

“Y/N!” You call after him as he turns, stooping him for the moment. He looks back over his shoulder at you a smile growing on his face with an eyebrow raised.

“My names y/n.” You finish as he send another wink at you before leaving.

Maybe….maybe you won’t have to be alone this time.

*back to the present*

The table fell silent, all eyes going from you to their dungeon master who let his bangs fall in front of his eyes. The entire group sat on the edge of their seats waiting to see what Eddie was going to say.

You waited with baited breath, knee bouncing up and down while you watched your boyfriend take a deep breath before narrating what happened next.

“A deep rumbling from below can be felt before dark shadows creep up out of the sarcophagus! Dustin, you notice quickly and back away, just out of the smokes reach.” He moves Dustin’s figure back before looking up at him anger clearly showing on his face.

“Eddie…?” You ask as he takes a little to long glaring daggers at poor Dustin who is visibly sweating at this point. You know how serious Eddie takes DnD hell you are just as into as he is. You spend most of your time after school everyday just talking through campaign ideas or finding new items or monsters to include in the next session. You spent hours together looking over different DnD magazines. It’s how you met, how you grew closer, how you fell in love.

He also knows how important it is to you. He was there as you spent hours researching new spells and actions for your character development. He listened to every detail about your character without ever interrupting or growing bored. He knew how important this character was to you, to the whole party really. You had been playing for a little under five months together. You all felt really attached to each character they felt like extensions of yourselves.

So when Eddie finally looked up, his face grim, eyes somewhat misty, you took a breath. You held his gaze watching him clench his teeth, your hands flying to your mouth.

“The shadows go through you knocking the breath out of you. You take 56 points of necrotic damage.” He spits out through clenched teeth.

“No…no way!” “Wait wait what happened!” “Oh no no”

Each member now shouting over each other scrambling for their handbooks.

You don’t even notice though as tears fill your eyes. He holds your gaze, neither of you looking away as the party scrambles around you.

“Wh..what can we do??” Mike asks Eddie, waiting for some kind of response.

After not getting one Dustin asks a little louder “DM?! What does that MEAN??”

Eddie finally looks away from you and to the rest of the party. He was the dungeon master after all the show must go on.

“Y/C/N falls back, the breath leaving her body in one final woosh. Her body grows cold…the light leaving her eyes.” He slowly reaches and puts your figure on its side.

You gasp again finally letting a tear slip out. You know it’s just a game. You know it’s not real but still you were so into it. So invested. You and Eddie made this character together. If you’re dead you can’t participate in his amazing campaign anymore. You can’t help the party out or cast an kickass spell shocking your boyfriend. You won’t get to see the sparkle in his eyes whenever you beat a particularly tough monster he cooked up.

You look back at Eddie, you can see how stiff he is. How his fists are balled up on the table. He loves this game just as much as you do. He loves YOU just as much as you him.

The silence is broken by a whisper.

“Dude you just got the DM’s girlfriend killed. We are so boned.”

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A/N: Ok I know how absolutely nerdy this is but I just love DnD and I love Eddie so I kept thinking about playing DnD with Eddie and ugh idk I just wanted this to be a thing.

This is my first ever written.. anything….like ever. So forgive any mistakes please. Idk if I’ll write more or not. I just really needed this out of my head.

Should I write more???

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