Natalia. 27. She/Her. Film and TV Production major. Stranger Things fan. Coffee enthusiast. Just here to simp for Eddie Munson. Chrissy Cunningham deserved better.
Summary: After Dustin goes back to retrieve something he forgot in the Hellfire meeting room and accidentally interrupts a secret rendezvous, he realizes why Eddie is so insistent about having DND on nights when there are sporting events.
āAnd thatās a crit hit for MadMax!ā Eddie announced, as Max, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas erupted into cheers before him.
āYou did it!ā Lucas yelled, grabbing Max in a hug. āYou defeated the Thessalhydra!ā
āHey, I only rolled cause the rest of you losers were too scared to.ā Max said, rolling her eyes, but she blushed anyway.
āYou should play with us more often, Red,ā Eddie said, elbowing Max as he walked around the table cleaning up the dice and miniatures. āYouāre pretty damn good.ā
āFine, but I make no guarantees.ā Max said, giving Eddie a pointed look before turning to Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. āBesides, I only came tonight cause I thought Eddie was gonna wipe the floor with you all.ā she grinned.
āAnd?ā asked Mike expectantly. āYou wanted to prevent that, right?ā
āUm, no.ā Max scoffed, rolling her eyes. āI wanted to watch, obviously.ā
All the boys groaned, and Max and Eddie laughed. As Eddie continued to clear off the table, the boys kept ribbing Max and poking fun at each other while they packed their bags.
āEverybody got all their stuff?ā Eddie asked, chucking his empty Mountain Dew can into the nearby trash can. āAnyone need a ride?ā
He was met with an almighty chorus of āme!ā and several raised hands.
āGreat.ā he sighed. āLooks like Iām the chauffeur for everyone tonight, lovely...ā
āHey, weāll pitch in for gas!ā Dustin insisted, pulling out his wallet. āI haveā¦fifty cents.ā
Eddie rolled his eyes.
āJust pay me back next week when you get your allowance, Henderson, alright?ā he said, clapping Dustin on the back. He looked up at the rest of the group as he packed dice away in his shoulder bag. āYou guys head off towards my van, Iāll be there in an few minutes.ā
āCan we listen to music while we wait?ā asked Dustin, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
Eddie sighed, then pulled his keys out of his pocket and dangled then in the air. āVan rules pop quiz! No driving the van if you are not who?ā
āYou.ā the group chorused impatiently.
āMitts off everything that isnāt what?ā
āYoursā¦ā
āAnd last but not least?ā
āGirls always get shotgun and no music that isnāt metal.ā the group said lazily in unison.
āCome on, Eddie, just give us the keys!ā Lucas added, rolling his eyes.
Eddie smirked and tossed the keys to Max.
āRun along, little sheep. Iāll be out in a minute.ā
Eddie smiled to himself as he watched the kids all clammer together to get out the door and hurry down the hallway, laughing and joking with each other. As much as he seemed like he hated driving them all home, he really didnāt mind it that much.
Meanwhile, the kids had made it to the parking lot and were walking towards Eddieās beat up van, when Dustin suddenly stopped short.
āShit! I forgot my DND handbook!ā he groaned, as the rest of the group piled into Eddieās van. āIāll be right back!ā
While Lucas, Max, and Mike rolled their eyes and turned on āMaster of Puppetsā inside the van, Dustin ran back to the school, grateful to find the door they had exited still unlocked.
Ugh, thank God Eddie loves to have DND on basketball game nights or Iād be in deep shit.
The door to the Hellfire room was only open a crack when Dustin got to it.
Weird, I didnāt close the door when I leftā¦
There were muffled noises from inside the room and Eddieās voice, low and raspy, saying āGotta be quick tonight, princess, the kids are waiting for me to drive them homeā¦ā
āCan I can come by your trailer later then?ā came a breathy female voice in response to Eddieās. āIād even wear that underwear you like andāā
āAh, fuckāā came Eddieās muffled groan, and Dustin pushed the door open.
He was immediately met with the sight of Eddie, still seated in his Hellfire chair, but now with none other than Chrissy Cunningham sprawled across his lap. Her legs were wound his waist, and his hands fully up the back of her cheer blouse. Both were deeply entwined, Eddieās lips going to work diligently on Chrissyās neck, and her hands tangling in his hair. When Dustin entered, Eddie instantly gasped and pulled away from Chrissy, and Chrissy shrieked in surprise and grabbed Eddieās shoulders to keep herself upright.
āJesus Christ, Henderson, ever hear of knocking?!ā Eddie demanded, clearly out of breath.
āSorry, I uhāforgot my handbook.ā Dustin stuttered, then he slowly looked between Eddie and Chrissy, almost walking into a chair as he made his way around the table to get the handbook. āUmā¦hi Chrissy.ā
āOh, hi, umāā Chrissy bit her lip, clearly caught off guard.
āDustin.ā Eddie supplied quietly.
āHi, Dustin.ā Chrissy responded, giving him a smile. āEddie and I were justā¦talking. Right, Eddie?ā
āOf course.ā Eddie said quickly, but he shifted uncomfortably underneath her. āWhy donāt you just give us a minute and Iāll be out to the van after we finish up, ākay Henderson?ā
Dustin had never seen Eddie get mad before, but there was a new tone in Eddieās voice that told Dustin that not all was as it seemed, and if he came through that door again unannounced, he would have hell to pay.
āSure, noāuh, no problem.ā Dustin stammered, grabbing his handbook and hurrying back towards the door. āNight, Chrissy!ā And he was out the door before the cheerleader could even respond.
Chrissy smiled as she watched him go, then turned her attention back to Eddie, who was rubbing his face with one of his ring-adorned hands.
āAww, Eddie, he seems sweetāā she said gently, prying his hands away from his face.
Eddie grunted and wound an arm around her waist to pull her tighter up against him.
āHe is, I just canāt fuckingāā he groaned once more, shifting under Chrissy again, and rested his forehead against hers. āGet a moment of peace without someone barging ināā
Chrissy traced the outline of his face with one of her manicured fingers, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
āDonāt worry about it.ā she whispered sweetly. āWe can finish this later, canāt we? Uninterrupted?ā
Eddie sighed, gave one last half-hearted thrust upwards, and relented.
āFine.ā he sighed, pulling her close to kiss her one last time. āBut donāt change out of your uniform, okay? Iām not finished with you in it.ā
āI wouldnāt dream of it.ā Chrissy said gently, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She let Eddie lift her gently off of him, and busied herself straightening her blouse and smoothing out her skirt.
āHere, ladies first.ā Eddie fetched the handkerchief out of his back pocket and tossed it to her.
āThanks.ā she blushed, and smiled. She made a show of propping one of her legs up on the table, making sure to give Eddie a clear view up her skirt, and she laughed when she looked up from cleaning the wetness off her inner thighs to see Eddie stroking his now half-hard but still dripping cock lazily.
āYou freak.ā she whispered, and tossed the handkerchief back to him, which he then used to clean himself. āThatās public masturbation, you know.ā
āNothing you havenāt seen before.ā Eddie grinned, hand still gripping his cock. āYou should wear that skirt without underwear more often.ā He smirked.
Chrissy rolled her eyes.
āAnd risk public indecency like you?ā she asked, raising her eyebrows. āSomeoneās got to be the good one to bail you out of jail. And besidesā¦I would be wearing underwear if someone hadnāt stolen it from me.ā she said pointedly.
Eddie tucked himself into his jeans, zipped his fly, and leaned over to pick a pair of pink lace panties off the floor.
āAh yes, I do remember something about these.ā he said slyly, snapping them in his fingers. āBut I also remember someone absolutely begging me to take them offā¦ā He imitated a high, breathy voice. āPlease Eddieāfaster, Eddieājust take them offāā
Chrissy walked over and slapped a manicured hand over his mouth to get him to stop talking, and watched as his eyes crinkled in that way that she loved, the way that told her he was smiling that mischievous smile of his under her hand.
āIāll be over around 10:00, alright?ā she asked, taking her hand slowly off his mouth. āMy parents will be asleep by then, so Iāll be able to sneak out.ā
āMy my, how badly Iāve corrupted you in such a short amount of timeā¦ā Eddie said, his voice low and quiet. He traced her face with his fingers and tipped her chin up. āPrincess.ā
He smirked and gave her lips one last peck, before he handed her underwear to her, which she slipped back on and gathered her backpack. They both went their separate ways out the door, Chrissy back towards the locker rooms to catch a ride home with one of her cheerleading friends, and Eddie off to his van to meet the Hellfire kids. He hoped that little shit Dustin had kept his mouth shut.
God, Henderson canāt keep a secret to save his life, he thought begrudgingly, Iām done for.
And he was right, the minute he swung the door open to the van, all the chattering voices fell silent and the only noise was the sound of Dioās āHoly Diverā playing on the cassette tape player. Eddie climbed into the van, sighed, and looked around at the four sets of eyes all staring at him.
āSo Iām guessing Henderson told you all everything, right?ā he asked, raising his eyebrows. āThatās why youāre all looking at me like I have three heads?ā
Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Mike all just stared at him for a moment, exchanging glances, then the flurry of questions all came at once.
āDude, are you banging Chrissy Cunningham?!ā
āSo thatās why you wanna have DND when thereās other sports going on!ā
āYou clean your trailer before she comes over, right?ā
āWhat colorās her underwear?ā
āAlright, alright! One at a time!ā Eddie yelled over the questions as he put the van into drive. āExcept for you, Wheeler, I am not discussing the color of my girlfriendās underwear with youāā
āSo she is your girlfriendāā Mike said slyly, grinning from ear to ear from the backseat.
āSheāSheās just a friend right now,ā Eddie backtracked quickly. āOnce she breaks up with Jasonā¦who knows.ā
āMan, once she breaks up with Jason youāre gonna get that ass everyāā Lucas began excitedly from the backseat.
āLucas!ā Eddie warned, eyeing him in the rearview mirror. āDo not make me stop this van.ā
Lucas shut his mouth, and Eddie fixed his eyes on the road, sighing.
āNow, as long as none of you little sheep say a goddamn word about Chrissy and I outside this van, we can have an understanding, got it?ā he asked over the music, trying to still be firm. He watched as four heads bobbed up and down at him. āAlright.ā he sighed, then gave a devilish smirk. āSoā¦how do you propose we lure her from the dark side and get her to join Hellfire?ā
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Iām very inclined to believe, as others are, that it isnāt anything English/Art related. Eddie is shown to have an excellent vocabulary while playing DND (ādesiccatedā isnāt a word you hear often) and clearly enjoys reading books (he references LOTR, which isnāt a terribly easy book to get through if you donāt enjoy reading). He is also shown to have hand drawn artwork of Vecna in the DND scene, as well as drawings on the wall of his bedroom, which lend credence to him being artistically inclined.
Additionally, Iāve seen some people claim that OāDonnell teaches math and thatās the classs that Eddie struggles in, but I donāt think thatās the case. Eddie is the Hellfire Clubās DM, which means he has to be at least decently skilled at math in order to keep track of dice rolls and points (as a player myself, I can confirm that DND has a good amount of math involved).
If I had to guess, Mrs. OāDonnell likely teaches some sort of science, possibly chemistry or biology, which are two classes I was expected to take in high school in order to get a basic diploma.
Something hysterical I noticed while screencapping that BTS video of Eddieās trailerā¦
Okay so while I was watching that video from Tik Tok that shows the interior of Eddieās trailer, I was trying to read what the hand-drawn concert poster on his bedroom wall had on it. It kind of looks like the lettering matches the Corroded Coffin banner that Eddie has in his room, so I figured maybe it was an old concert flyer that he kept. Or it was just a heavy metal concert he attended that he really liked, so he kept the flyer.
But then I zoomed in furtherā¦AND THATāS WHEN I SAW IT
ITāS SIGNED BY TAMMIE FUCKING THOMPSON. š¤£š¤£š¤£
TBH, it looks like itās her name and then something scribbled underneath (maybe a phone number?) and I justāWHY???
Iām sorry, but in no universe will this ever NOT be the funniest thing Iāve ever come across. Like, I need ALL the details. Did she and Eddie have a thing on the side? Are the members of Corroded Coffin fans of Tammie Thompson? WAS THERE A CORRODED COFFIN/TAMMIE THOMPSON DOUBLE BILL??
Whatever it is, I just need the details stat because this is too funny.
Okay I gotta ask, did this post somehow make it to Tik Tok or something cause Iāve seen a whole lot of people on my Twitter tl talking about Tammieā s autograph in Eddieās trailer and I just gotta know š
No, but like, indulge my delusional mind for a second and imagine this:
Itās the ending scene of Season 5 Episode 1, and Dustin is trying to sleep, but canāt because the lamp on his nightstand keeps repeatedly flickering.
āDamn stupid electricityā¦ā he groans, and rolls over, pulling a pillow over his head.
We fade to black. Then, after a moment, we suddenly fade back in and are now in the Upside Down version of Dustinās houseā¦where an exhausted and very bloody, yet somehow revived Eddie Munson is trying to tap out Morse code into Dustinās lamp.
āEddie?ā comes a familiar, shaky voice from behind him. āWhat if weāre trapped here forever?ā
āWe wonāt be trapped here forever, princess.ā Eddie says gently, and turns to the source of the voice. An equally battered and bruised Chrissy Cunningham is lying on Dustinās bed, watching Eddieās futile attempts at communication. āWeāll find a way out somehow.ā He gives one last flick at the lamp, then sighs. āFor now, letās just call it a night.ā
He abandons his work and lies down in the bed, putting a comforting arm around her and pulling a blanket over them both.
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I can't remember what post I saw it but he does have Tammy Thompson's autograph on a Corroded Coffin's concert poster in his room on his wall. I thought it was weird. There are three explanations in my mind:
1. Tammy and Corroded Coffin played a show together and after they slept together and Tammy signed his poster as a way for him to remember her.
2. Tammy was annoyingly signed everything for everybody at the concert and she ended up signing that poster.
3. Eddie was a sweetheart and noticed that it would mean the world for Tammy to sign a actual autograph for a fan.
4. Tammy Thompson wanted to join the battle of the bands as a solo act and added her name to the poster advertised at the event and then jumped on stage during a break (or even went around Hawkins adding her name to all the posters with her number so that maybe someone would see her at the event and hire her talent). And Eddie took a poster home with him that happened to have her number on it.
5. Tammy Thompson cornered Corroded Coffin after their performance and asked them to be her background band for her singing career and she asked them to learn to play pop songs. She decided that they were the only decent band despite their music taste. So she left Eddie her name and number so that they could rehearse together sometime and no one in Corroded Coffin ever called. (She kind of gives me Rachel Berry from Glee energy)
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Okay, I wasnāt going to say anything about this but there are so many bad takes going around right now that I want to.
The ST writers are NOT responsible for the 8Flix scam.
Iām sorry to all the people who have lost out on money and are trying to get it back (as you should!!), thereās a link on GoFundMe here where you can request a refund. However, some of yāall who are blaming the writerās room for not posting something sooner to warn peopleā¦it is not their responsibility to make sure your dumb ass doesnāt give money to a shady source online.
Second, some of yāall are out here defending Nick from 8Flix like heās Eleven and the ST writers are all the other numbers who have ganged up and are about to rock her shit in the Rainbow Room. This is not the case. The writers had their intellectual property infringed upon and responded accordingly (without even naming 8Flix!). If anything, Nick is like Papa. He lied. On top of that, heās definitely committed fraud and most likely copyright infringement as well. Thereās a great post by @queerxqueen that Iāll link here that goes way more into how Nick has been editing the site to take out language about āofficial/real scriptsā and anything about selling scripts.
Basically, Nick from 8Flix is a trash human who took advantage of a large portion of the fandom to make some quick cash. I know he is saying everything is ādonationsā, but my dudeā¦exchanging money for goods or services is SELLING. People provided money for a product that was never delivered, and have every right to be upset. Additionally, even if Nick thought the script was legit and professional, he didnāt know for sure, he didnāt do his due diligence to find out, and he still tried to pass it off as being real and official in exchange for money. Heās a liar and deserves any and all consequences that come his way. Period.
Do you take requests? I just wanna ask for more Eddie/Max brother/sister fluffiness and your stuff is bomb AF.
Okay byeeeeeeeeeeeee.
@xbreezymeadowsx Hi!! Yes, I do take requests! I can definitely do some more Eddie and Max brother/sister fluffiness! Iāve been actually meaning to turn my concert headcanons into a full fic, but I havenāt gotten around to it! Iāll see if I can do some more headcanons too.
Thank you so much for the request and the kind words!! š„ŗš„°ā¤ļø
Hey! Just wondering if you take Eddie/Chrissy fic prompts, or if not, do you know anyone who does? I loved the exploration of the 80's Satanic Panic this season & it gave me an AU idea for those 2!
Hey @somekindofharmonyisontherise! I donāt get a ton of prompts sent my way, but yes I do take them! Send away! š
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No, but like, indulge my delusional mind for a second and imagine this:
Itās the ending scene of Season 5 Episode 1, and Dustin is trying to sleep, but canāt because the lamp on his nightstand keeps repeatedly flickering.
āDamn stupid electricityā¦ā he groans, and rolls over, pulling a pillow over his head.
We fade to black. Then, after a moment, we suddenly fade back in and are now in the Upside Down version of Dustinās houseā¦where an exhausted and very bloody, yet somehow revived Eddie Munson is trying to tap out Morse code into Dustinās lamp.
āEddie?ā comes a familiar, shaky voice from behind him. āWhat if weāre trapped here forever?ā
āWe wonāt be trapped here forever, princess.ā Eddie says gently, and turns to the source of the voice. An equally battered and bruised Chrissy Cunningham is lying on Dustinās bed, watching Eddieās futile attempts at communication. āWeāll find a way out somehow.ā He gives one last flick at the lamp, then sighs. āFor now, letās just call it a night.ā
He abandons his work and lies down in the bed, putting a comforting arm around her and pulling a blanket over them both.
