#as you can see this year was the year that DnD took over my life.

[morrigan-sims]

Year In Review - 2023

Thanks for sticking with me through this year. I can't wait to see what next year brings for me!

January / February / March April / May / June July / August / September October / November / December

Honorable Mentions:

One / Two / Three Four / Five / Six Seven / Eight

#ts4 #the sims 4 #my year in review #I posted four whole story posts this year!!! I'm trying to be proud of myself for that. #as you can see this year was the year that DnD took over my life. #from critical role fan sims to the dnd cas challenge and then Rook taking over my brain. #I also feel like I improved a lot with my edits. #specifically the two tarot card edits are amazing. some of my best work to date. #and I feel like my cinematography with Nora's story posts was a step up from where it was before. #apparently black red and green were the colors of the year lmao. #I'm glad I made at least 4 really intensive edits to put on here. #and also glad that I posted 4 story poses this year. #that's almost nothing compared to last year but it's still progress!

[k4g3hika]

WHO THE HELL?! ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

wc: 956

hi guys! forgot to mention i kind of wrote a part 2 to this so: “love, y/n:)”

“Okay, Eddie! I hear you! So it’s just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!” Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. “Wait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!”

“Did I not give you my keys?”

“No!”

“Damn!”

“Wait! I see someone inside! I’m just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!” Amidst Eddie’s protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that it’s not Eddie’s uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasn’t Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?

He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasn’t locked in the first place. 

‘Red flag. Red flag.’ Dustin knew better than to go into a complete stranger’s house. But, this was Eddie’s trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. ‘God, please guide me.’

As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin. 

The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck. 

Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddie’s room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing. 

After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddie’s trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room. 

However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him. 

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt and…shorts? Or were they panties? He didn’t know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didn’t know. “Hello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!”

“Wait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!” Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the woman’s shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. “W-Wha-”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. I’m gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.” She walks past him. 

‘Oh jeeze.’ Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was. 

“Here you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?”

“No…I biked here.” He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down. 

“Oh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves them…” As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin can’t help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. “Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!”

‘Now I know why Eddie hides you.’

–

“Fuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?” Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. “Did you get the paper-”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be saying ‘excuse me’! I get sent, for a paper, and y’know what I find? Hm?” Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. “The most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!” After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idol’s chest. 

Eddie, though initially confused at Dustin’s anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they ‘add a pop of colour’ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it. 

“I don’t get why you’re angry-”

“Bitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for God’s sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?” Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddie’s ‘stupidity’. “Let’s get on with the game!”

Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands. 

It wasn’t like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie. 

Eddie just thinks that you’re his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.

“Hey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-”

“Fuck off Gareth.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #stranger things 4 #netflix #dustin henderson

[corporatefrog]

꒦‧₊ ꒷ HEADCANNONS: team stan reacting to yn being in the hospital✧.*

✧.* tags: superhero au, college au

✧.* Characters: stan marsh, kyle broflovski, kenny mccromick, butters stotch

a/n: i ran into a bit of a wall with team craig but i'm going to give it another go tomorrow!

masterlist

Stan:

You send him a text saying you won’t be at the next dnd session because your in the hospital with a broken rib 

Straight up just says “I’m sorry”

Nothing else. He doesn’t know how to talk to people. 

You saw him dealing with kenny dying, he does NOT know what to say

He’s freaking the fuck out though irl. Are you okay? What if you aren’t okay? What is he going to do if you aren’t okay?

He comes to visit you when you tell Kenny and Kyle and they DRAG him into the room

He got you a giant fucking basket of random stuff that doesn’t really apply to you but you appreciate it nonetheless

“Are there any broken rib vitamins in here?”

“Those are a thing? I didn’t realize they made those. I can go grab some right now-”

“I fucking with you, dude. Thank you for the basket :)”

Kenny: 

You’re talking to him normally, chatting about your day

Then he asks if you want to get pizza, smoke, and watch Rango

“Oh sorry, I’m in the hospital rn so probably not tonight"

"WHAT???"

"yeah my bus was hit by the stampede of cows from the villain attack yesterday"

You get no response

But that’s because 5 minutes later, kenny is standing in the doorway of your hospital room with a slushie from 7/11 in hand

It was the only thing he thought to get you (because who doesn’t love a slushie?)

You’ve got a few bruises and a hairline fracture on your ankle but Kenny acts like you are on death’s door

“Just don’t go towards the light” 

“If you really thought I was dying, you should’ve brought me more than slushie.”

“Should I have brought 2 slushies?”

Becomes your personal errand boy until you’ve recovered. 

Hungry? He’s got your grocery list and a recipe printed out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Bored? Time for a movie marathon.

Need help with class? He’s dragging kyle down the hall for whatever you may need. 

Butters:

He was there when you got hurt because you were trying to film a fight and the coon miscalculated his landing spot, landing on a bunch of trash cans and sending a lid hurtling towards you

Obviously as butters, he’d rush over and help you 

But he was PROFESSOR CHAOS

And what is more chaotic than a civilian being included in the battle? 

But this wasn’t any civilian, it was YOU 

And he’ll ground HIMSELF if he lets someone get away with hurting you >:(

He’d shout out a “TIME OUT” which mainly just confuses everyone (as any agent of chaos would do)

But it’s enough time for him to grab you and run away from the fight to his LAIR OF CHAOS where general disarray is able to give you a check up

After working with chaos for a few years, general disarray realized there needed to be someone with medical training so he took a few courses at the community center and now he’s on his way to being a registered nurse! 

Doesn’t stop apologizing even though you tell him it wasn’t his fault. 

Takes all of his stuffed animals from his bed and brings them over to you so you’re not alone while you wait for Disarray to give you the go ahead to go home 

Kyle

Probably asking why you weren’t in class and you tell him you’re in the hospital

Thinks it’s a joke at first 

But you send him a picture of you hooked up to the heart monitor

The coon had used you as a human shield during a fight with a villain and you ended up getting hit with an energy blast by Solar Flare (bebe’s supervillain persona hehe)

He calls you instantly

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Don’t kill him, kyle”

“Too late. I'm killing him. This is too fucking far.”

“Aw you care 🙂”

“No i just needed a reason to finally put that fucker in the ground.”

“Oh sure, just be mean to the person hooked up to fucking life support”

“YOU'RE ON LIFE SUPPORT?!”

“No, I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

“When i’m done killing cartman, you’re next.”

Spoiler alert: he was joking. 

He brings you flowers and a sudoku probably 

And the notes from the class you missed like the absolute king he is

Talks to the doctor when you get discharged and basically becomes a live-in nurse

“The doctor said you need to limit your screen time while you recover. Do your crossword instead” 

Okay fucking MOM

Just kidding it’s sweet

#south park headcanons #south park x reader #south park #stan marsh #butters stotch #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #corporatefrog

[artiststarme]

Save Me From My Self (Esteem)

Based on a prompt from @nburkhardt. I hope it meets your expectations! Hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Eddie wasn’t used to people liking him or having positive relationships in general, really. From an early age, he learned that people would never truly like him for him. What was there to like? He wasn’t anything special and as much as he acted like he was, everyone always seemed to be able to see the broken boy behind the mask. Everyone hated him as soon as they laid their eyes on him and Eddie just couldn’t figure out why. 

Day one of being alive earned him the hatred of his mother. He was born premature after a painful labor and as soon as he was placed in his mother’s arms, all she saw were medical bills. She could see the debt and misfortune that this bundle of angst would bring her and she was already over it after a mere minute of holding him. 

She stuck around for a few years sneering and glaring at him from an emotional distance that felt infinite but a physical distance of just a few feet. And as soon as she walked into the trailer one day to find Eddie trying on her makeup and wearing her only black dress, she was done. She packed her things and left that very night with only a single sentence left to his dad in her wake, ‘you can deal with him now’.

Life became harder without his mom around. Even though her presence only brought sneers and hissed insults, she was still his mom. She’d acted as a barrier between Eddie and his dad. As soon as she’d left, everything became so much more miserable. His dad would hit him and push him around. He shaved his hair so short that his scalp bled. And worst of all, he would take Eddie on runs of the criminal variety to show him the ropes. He wanted to pass on his ‘legacy’, as if you could call grand theft auto and armed robberies a legacy. 

Eddie lived with his dad for two years before he was arrested and then Eddie was shipped off to live with an uncle he hadn’t seen in years. And poor Wayne. It took a long time for him to be able to make Eddie comfortable enough to talk, let alone function as a normal human being. Eddie was a scared boy, neglected and abused by the people that should’ve loved him, and condemned by the people that could’ve helped him. But after months of soft voices, patience, and panic attacks, Eddie came around enough to whisper stilted thoughts about DnD and fantasy that goes right over Wayne’s head. Still, Wayne would nod and ask just enough questions for Eddie to understand that he cared. That he would be the first person in his life not to hurt him. 

Everyone in Hawkins hated him. The adults of the town would turn their noses up at his skinned knees and bare head. He never even had a chance to prove himself in their scathing eyes. The kids would push him against the walls at school and poke fun at his living in a trailer. They would laugh at his worn down clothes and the shoes that always had a hole in the sole. They never gave him a chance to be himself.

Eddie had to change quickly to survive. He constructed a whole facade to act as armor to protect himself from all of the hate he received daily. He fully embraced their jaunts and sneers, he took their hisses of ‘Freak’ like it was a nickname of endearment. Eddie Munson became their worst nightmare just like they’d all expected him to. He couldn’t distinguish himself from his facade anymore, the edges having become too blurred over the years. 

When he decided to form Hellfire, he didn’t really expect anyone to join. Who would willingly associate with the Freak of Hawkins High? But Wayne had been prodding him to make some friends outside of the stray cats at the Trailer Park and who was Eddie to refuse? He never could’ve imagined Gareth, Grant, and Jeff joining or inviting him to join their metal band too. It seemed too good to be true and Eddie waited for the other shoe to drop for months. When it didn’t though, he realized that he’d unknowingly made some lifelong friends.

His self-esteem didn’t improve during the week he was on the run from the cops for a series of murders he didn’t commit, hunting a bad guy from an alternate dimension who seems dead set on ruining his life in particular. This group of people took him in like they’d known him for years and Eddie couldn’t wrap his head around it. They were protecting him, making plans to confuse the cops and clear his name, including him in inside jokes like he was their friend, he didn’t understand. With everyone new in his life, he doesn't know what to do.

Afterwards when they defeat Vecna and he almost dies, Steve “The Hair” Harrington sits by the side of his hospital bed and brings him metal cassettes from his room in the trailer that wasn’t entirely destroyed. He asks him on a date two weeks after he’s released from the hospital and of course Eddie says yes, albeit confusedly and waiting for him to deliver a punchline. But he never does. He woos him with fancy picnics and movie nights, he kisses him under the stars with a joint between their fingers, and he cuddles him deep into the night when their nightmares keep them awake.

Eddie comes to the conclusion that there must be something wrong with him. Why else would Steve be interested in him if not for all of the head trauma? And something was probably wrong with Uncle Wayne, Dustin, the rest of the Party, and his bandmates. The whole town hates him, as they should, so for the Party not to, they must be disturbed mentally. 

However, when Eddie mentions that to Uncle Wayne, Dustin, and Steve at one of their movie nights, Wayne smacks him on the backside of his head. 

“Ow, what the hell!”

“Boy, I know you ain’t stupid but that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” Uncle Wayne gripes at him.

Steve just looks heartbroken. “You think something is wrong with us for loving you?”

“Stevie, you’ve had a lot of concussions…”

“Well I haven’t!” Dustin yelled. “We love you because you’re you, Eddie. The people that hate you have something wrong with them, not us!”

Eddie just blinked at him. That thought hadn’t come to mind. Maybe there was something wrong with the people that hated him and not with the few that loved him, huh.

Steve saw him thinking and reached out to hold his hand. “You getting it yet? I love you no matter what, whether I have brain trauma or not.”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah? So I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

“Yeah and I’ll prove it to you for the rest of our lives. I’ve got both shoes firmly on the ground, Eds. You never have to worry about shoes dropping with me,” Steve whispered. 

“Did you just fucking propose to him by talking about shoes?!” Dustin asked, flabbergasted.

“Huh, I guess I did.”

“I love you, Big Boy. I'd marry you in a heartbeat,” Eddie said, pulling Steve into a bruising kiss.

“Glad y’all settled this but go smooch each other somewhere else. I’m trying to watch Gremlins in peace, thanks.”

“Love you too, Uncle Wayne!” Eddie told him, borderline maniacally.

“Love you too kid, now go defile your boyfriend away from me.”

“Wayne!” Steve gasped, scandalized.

“I agree,” Dustin added.

“Dustin!” 

Eddie just laughed as he pulled Steve down the hall to his bedroom. Hey, he wasn’t going to look at a gift horse’s teeth.

He still had a long way to go when it came to recognizing his own self-worth. But with Steve, Dustin, and Uncle Wayne in his corner, it was sure to be much easier than it ever had been before.

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#They all have ways of dealing with Eddie's poor self-esteem #Wayne gently smacks him and tells him to treat himself better #Steve kisses him and usually calls off work to spend the day with him #Dustin calls him stupid and gets Steve #Steve proposes again later when gay marriage is legal and its a much better proposal than this original offhand one #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #wayne munson

[bellaramseysgf]

Home Late (E.M)

Warning(s); Smut 18+ only!, slight dub/noncon,controlling!eddie,spanking,mentions of his rings,praise kink,Eddie covers readers mouth with his hand,brief mention of drugging,insinuated to readers mom being a cougar,one threat of using a paddle.

Pairing(s); Stepdad!Eddie Munson x Afab!Stepdaughter!Reader.

Summary; You come home late and your stepdad take it upon himself to punish you.

A/n; this is the longest Fic I’ve wrote in awhile. It’s also very dear to my heart bc of how much effort I put into it. Please enjoy!!💕

You weren’t one to not follow rules. Whatever your mom said you did. Don’t talk to strangers, don’t eat ice cream for breakfast, make sure you do your chores. It was easy stuff to follow,really that was until he came along.

It was definitely weird seeing your mom date someone less then 5 years older then you. However,she was happy and that was the end of it you assumed. Until this dumbass asked her to marry him and decided to come in and reck your whole life.

He set new rules,changed your garage into some dnd meeting place,wouldn’t let your younger siblings watch tv past 7 and now you had a curfew of 11pm.

It pissed you off how your mom was just okay with it,she just let him come in a rule your world. Now,you were 21 and still living at home.

You still saw yourself as an adult, you work, you help pay for groceries or bills if need be,you were apart of this household. Yet he makes all the rules end of discussion.

You were doing this just to spite him really, just to see that stupid look on his face when he realizes you came home late.

Both Eddie and your mom always went to bed around 11:30, so you coming back at 1am should be just enough time that they’re both sound asleep.

You pushed your key in the lock and turned it as quietly as you could. You stopped to pull your heels off as well so that they wouldn’t clack on the floor.

The house was quiet,no lights on. You made your way to the stairs before a light flicked on and you jumped.

“Just where the hell were you?” You knew before you even turned around it wasn’t your mom who was waiting on you. “None ya.” You stated plainly turning to look at him. “2 hours past curfew, just what were you thinking?” You shrugged “I just lost track of time. I’ll clean something tomorrow to apologize.” “No, I think this needs to be handled a different way.” You raised your brow at him.

Eddie knew you were doing it to upset him, just because it took the man 3 years to finish highschool doesn’t make him stupid. You knew exactly what you were doing.

Eddie beckoned you over with his finger “what” you said annoyed and you walked to meet him in the living room.

You let out a gasp when you were thrown over his legs. “Eddie what the fuck” you were met with his hand pressing over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up. For once.” His open hand bunched your dress up until he saw your cute little cherry printed panties. “You’re so damn annoying.” He said and you gasped when a smack landed on your ass.

You mumbled curses into his hand and started to squirm. “Stay still before I get my paddle” his tone sent delicate shivers through your body. You stopped your squirming and were met with a “good girl” you choked back the whine that wanted to come out at his praise.

“You never want listen.” Smack. “Just so bitchy” smack. “You’re so disrespectful” smack. “You never listen to any rules” smack. “You think you can get away with it?” Smack. “No, you can’t.” Smack. “I’m so tired of your attitude” smack. “Someone needed to remind you of your place.” Smack.

You were in tears. The rings in his fingers leaving defined outlines more then likely. Your ass stung and you wanted to get up and run away before he could realize how wet you’d gotten.

“I bet I know something that’ll help with that attitude.” He said and used his open hand to undo his belt. “If I move my hand you be Fucking quiet.” He demanded and you nodded. He let you up as he worked his pants and boxers off. He wasn’t fully hard but he was almost there, the size of him made your pussy clinch around nothing.

“Panties, give them.” He held out his hand and waited patiently until you handed him the fabric. “You’re gonna sit still until I decide” he informed as he tugged you into his lap. “What..what about my mom?” Youvasked and he chuckled “don’t worry, I made sure she’d stay asleep.” You shivered.

Was he insane? Did he actually drug your mom? Why did that turn you on even more.

Eddie lifted your hips and lined himself up before bottoming out inside you. “Stay still and be a good girl.” He said and you nodded.

After long your eyes got heavy from the nights events. All the dancing you’d done catching up on you’re body,the aches sat in and your eyes became heavy. You let your body slump down into Eddie’s chest.”

“Sleepy?” He asked and you nodded “now you know why I’ve you come home.” He smarted off and you just nodded not having the brain capacity to snap back. “Wanna go to bed?” He asked and you shook your head. “No? Why not?” He asked and you answered with a roll of your hips which wasn’t a good idea, you were met with a slap on your ass afterwords.

“Use your words.” His tone was scolding and you let out a shaky breath “what about this?” You whispered and Eddie chuckled.

“Darling,when did I say I was gonna fuck you?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things imagines #stranger things #stranger things smut

[pleasinghellfire]

Old Faces

Request: An Eddie x reader fic in which he lives OBVIOUSLY and they go back years later for a high school reunion with the Helfire Club?

A/N: In this world, the upside down and Vecna exist but Chrissy and Jason do survive. I don’t mention it but Eddie still loves DnD and plays it time to time when he gets the chance.

“Do we really have to come back here?” Eddie groaned as you dragged him through the familiar halls of Hawkins High towards the gymnasium. It's been ten years since darkness took over this once quiet town and Hawkins was finally back to normal. No one had to worry about flickering lights or a dark shadow in the sky. It was over.

“Nancy told me she and Steve would be here. It’s great timing since Hawkins is a pit stop. Come on.” You pulled on Eddie’s dead weight arm as he whined and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey,” You lifted Eddie’s chin so he could look you in the eyes. “I remember but that was years ago. Look at how far you’ve come. ‘Eddie the Freak’ got that diploma, ran like hell out of here and made a name for himself. We don’t have to do this, I just wanted to say hi to our friends while the bus fueled up. We can go back to the station or we can walk through those doors and show everyone who Eddie Munson is now.”

Eddie looked between you, the gymnasium doors to his left and down the hall to his right as he contemplated his opinions. “Ten minutes.” Eddie gave in. “We say hi to Steve and we are out.”

You kissed his cheek and smiled. “Ten minutes and out.”

You pushed through the doors to see your old classmates sitting in their own individual crowds scattered across the stands as the sound of everyone’s conversations bounced off the walls. The same championship banner from 1986 still hung high in the center behind the basketball goal alongside multiple tiger spirit posters. There was a table to the left full of drinks and small snacks for everyone to enjoy.

“Oh my Eds, look.” You pointed towards the table. “There’s Nance. Aww, her baby bump got so much bigger. Let’s go.”

You dragged Eddie towards Nancy who was nibbling at the cookies. Eddie started to tune the two of you out as the conversation started about Nancy pregnancy cravings and other women's bodily functions he had no idea about. Taking a look around he caught sight of his old Hellfire Club members waving him over.

“Wow, Eddie Munson. We thought you were too famous to ever walk back through these doors.” Eddie laughed as he hugged Garrett.

“Munson, you clean up nice. Never thought I’d see the day where you didn’t have long hair but glad to see you still rocking the old hellfire shirt and vest.” Jeff greeted.

“Yeah,” Eddie muttered looking down at his attire. “My girl insisted I wear this tonight. You know how it is, always gotta do what your lady wants.”

Eddie was so lost in conversation catching up with his old friends that he missed that ten minute mark. Ten minutes turned to twenty which turned into almost half an hour but he didn’t mind. He was amazed to see how much everyone has grown since graduation. It felt like no time was lost and everyone fell into a comfortable conversation laughing among each other.

“Well would you look at that, the freak is still around.” The conversation died as Jason Carver walked up. Even all these years later, he still wore his Hawkins letterman jacket.

“Goddammit, here we go again.” Eddie cracked his neck before he turned around to face Jason. “What do you want?”

“What are you doing here, freak? I thought we ran you out of town back in 86’.” Jason tried to seem all intimidating as he puffed his chest out stepping up to Eddie but it only made Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire club snicker in laughter.

“Yeah thanks for that man. I’m living the life now. (Y/N) wanted to stop by for a second while we were on the road.”

“(Y/N)?” Jason turned around, looking at you as you were smiling up at Nancy with your hand on her bump trying to feel for any baby kicks. “Huh, I expected more from her than to stay a freak just like you.”

Eddie grabbed Jason’s letterman, pulling Jason’s attention away from you. “You better watch your mouth Carver.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it? Are you gonna get your satanic cult on me again?” Jason lashed out.

“Hey!” The two boys turned as you walked up, stepping in front of Eddie. “Jason, still a pain in the ass all these years later huh? Nice to see you’re still stuck in this dump holding on to your teenage years.”

“Yeah? I bet the two of you went out spreading that cult demon shit all over the city.”

“Yeah, this city and the next one and the next one because while you peaked in 86’ and stayed stuck here, Eddie made a name for himself as Corroded Coffin opens for Metallica every night. And to top that off, unlike you, he has a hot girlfriend while you can’t get anyone since Chrissy dumped your sorry ass after we graduated.” You fired off.

Jason scuffed under his breath as he shook his head and walked away, leaving the gymnasium.

Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in and connecting his lips to yours. Even after all these years of dating, a simple kiss still sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thank you for sticking up for me sweetheart.” Eddie whispered between kisses.

“Don’t mention it baby but we gotta go. Tour buses are full and we’re running late. Time to be Mr. Rockstar, lead man of Corroded Coffin.” You fake swooned making Eddie laugh.

You and Eddie bid a farewell to all your old friends before you stepped back into Eddie’s tour bus, leaving Hawkins once again behind.

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Nobody's Fool: Chapter 10

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

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Eddie pulled up to his place and you hopped off the bike. You couldn’t stop shivering. He hadn't been joking about a chilly ride. Shoving him in the lake had seemed like a great idea at the time, but the ride back had been anything but. Being exposed to the wind rushing over you, you were shaking so hard that your teeth were chattering. 

“Damn, you are shaking like a leaf,” Eddie commented, running his hands up and down your arms, sending those shivers straight through your body again, but this time not from the cold. “Come on. I got some dry clothes you can wear.”

He opened the door and you walked in. He shared a place with his bandmates, Gareth and Jeff. It was a two story, three bedroom house that they rented. It was a nice place, precisely what you’d expect from three guys in their twenties living together. The decor was mostly band posters, D&D, and other nerd stuff. The dining room was their rehearsal space since they mostly ate at the coffee table in the living room anyway. Their instruments and amps sat in the space, a giant Corroded Coffin banner that had been hand painted hanging on the wall behind it. There was a massive DnD table shoved against a wall in the living room with a huge flag pinned above it that said Hellfire Club with some devil creature on it. But overall, you were fairly impressed. It was not as much of a mess as you'd expect.

Gareth was sprawled across the couch, Jeff sitting in a La-Z-boy to the side of it. They were watching the show, Renegade, and both looked up when the two of you walked in. Gareth sat up, looking you over in confusion. 

“Why are you guys all wet?” he asked.

“We went canoeing and someone thought it would be funny to push me in,” Eddie explained. “And I couldn’t be the only one who got soaked so we both wound up in the lake.”

Jeff laughed, shaking his head. “Damn, that must have been a cold ass ride back.”

“Yeah. My ass is pretty cold, along with every other part of me,” you muttered, barely getting it out, your teeth knocking together so hard you feared they would crack.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Eddie said. “Come up to my room. I’ll get you some dry stuff.”

You followed him upstairs, and suddenly it hit you that you were about to enter his bedroom. Was this going to be the moment? It would be the perfect opportunity for him. He would get you dry clothes, offer to turn around while you changed, but then he would look because oops, of course. Then he would make the move to take things that step further. It was date number four. Wasn’t there like a three date rule or something like that?

If you were being honest with yourself, a part of you was wishing he would. You were dying to see what was under those clothes. You were itching to touch every single inch of him, to feel him so intimately, but you were also scared of it. You feared that if they took that next step with him, took things to that level, that you would lose your heart all over again. You put on a good show. You had a couple one night stands but the truth was, sex had always meant more to you. It was a way to connect with someone, something you had with them that no one else did. Or, at least, it was supposed to be. If you took that leap with Eddie, your heart would be gone and you were terrified of giving him that kind of power.

Eddie entered his room, sweeping his arm out dramatically, gesturing for you to enter. You walked in and were pleasantly surprised. Sure the rest of the house had been fairly picked up but this was his space. It wasn’t filthy like you would expect a single guy’s room to be. It was messy, sure. There were clothes strewn across the floor and his bed was unmade. Did men even know how to make a bed? His walls were papered in posters of a lot of bands you also enjoyed like Black Sabbath, Dio, Iron Maiden, and Judas Priest. You noticed a large poster to the side of his bed that was a map of Middle Earth. An acoustic guitar was hanging on the opposite wall with words painted on it that read ‘This Machine Slays Dragons.’ There was a pretty full ashtray on his nightstand and laying next to it was a pack of condoms. You looked away, not wanting him to notice that you saw them.

Okay, so he kept condoms right there on his nightstand? Was that because he had planned this all along or was it because he needed them so often? Shit, you really didn’t want to care. You didn’t want to dwell on who all Eddie had in his bed before you or since you. Wasn’t that why you were being so careful with him? Wasn’t that exactly why you were trying to keep this casual? What did it matter if he slept around a lot? Didn’t they all sleep around a lot? You didn’t plan on being around for the long haul. It wasn’t your concern.

Eddie began to rush around the room, picking up discarded clothes and dumping them in a laundry basket in the corner as he said, “Sorry about the mess. Maid had the day off and I wasn’t expecting to bring you back here.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. So, those weren’t for you because he'd just admitted he had no intention of bringing you here. When was the last time he had used them? Who had he used them with? No. You shut that thought down. You didn’t care. You refused to think about it. Eddie could be with whoever he wanted. It was none of your business. You had never agreed to be exclusive and why would you? You were just hanging out.

He reached in a drawer and pulled out some sweatpants and a Metallica t-shirt, tossing them onto his bed. He grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt, holding them in his arms. 

“Those should work for you. The pants might be a little big but they have a drawstring so you can tighten them. I’ll go change in the bathroom and you can change in here,” he said. “Just come out when you’re done. I’ll go down and make some coffee to warm us up.”

“Okay, thanks,” you answered, completely bewildered, as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Huh. So, he wasn’t going to use the we’re all wet and need to change our clothes as a move. You weren't sure how you felt about that. On one hand, you were relieved because your self control was quickly waning and sex with him, while a very pleasurable idea, was also nerve wracking as hell. You were barely keeping it together as it was. On the other hand, why wasn’t he trying? He kept asking you out so he was interested in you, wasn't he? Why wasn’t he trying to get in your pants? Was he sleeping with other girls and just hanging out with you? Was that what you were? The girl who got to be girlfriend material but not enough to satisfy him sexually? Well, it wouldn't be the first time for you. That had been the problem with Sebastian, after all.

Ugh. You hated that it bothered you so much. You pulled off your wet clothes and replaced them with his. You glanced around his room, your eyes falling on a corkboard of photos. Walking over, you looked at the pictures. There were a few of the band at a variety of gigs. You recognized his friends who had come to the bar with him in quite a few as well. You smiled as you caught sight of what was obviously a young Eddie, maybe eleven or twelve, standing with an older gentleman who you assumed was his uncle. Eddie had buzzed hair but you'd recognize those eyes and that smile anywhere. You were relieved to see there were no pictures of him with girls, but then scolded yourself immediately because you weren't supposed to be caring about that.

You made your way back downstairs. Gareth and Jeff were in their same positions in the living room, watching their show. You could see Eddie standing in the kitchen so you bypassed them and made your way to him. He was pouring coffee into two mugs and you couldn’t help laughing when you saw them. One said ‘I’m so metal, they won’t let me through airport security.’ The other said ‘I like my coffee darker than the mines of Moria and stronger than a Balrog.’ He turned at the sound of your laugh.

“Yeah. We like sarcastic with our coffee around here. Ladies’ choice?” he said, offering you both mugs. 

You took the Lord of the Rings one and took a sip, grateful for the warm cup in your hands and the warm liquid flowing through, chasing away the chill that still inhabited your body. The trembling had finally ceased now that you had warm clothes.

“Warmer?” he asked, taking a sip of his own coffee. 

“Yeah, thanks,” you answered. 

He gestured to the sliding glass door at the back of the house and the two of you headed into the backyard. The sun instantly warmed your skin and you sighed, closing your eyes and soaking it in. Eddie headed over to a small outdoor table so you followed him. You sat, pulling your knees into your chest, still clutching the mug in both hands. 

“So, I know your favorite color,” Eddie mused, setting his mug down on the table. “Favorite movie?”

“That’s a toss up between The Neverending Story and the Labyrinth.”

“The Labyrinth?” he laughed. “The one where David Bowie has a mullet, sparkly eyeshadow, and tights?”

“Umm, excuse me, David Bowie is perfection in those tights,” you scoffed, clutching her chest and sighing. “I have always loved Bowie, hence the goldfish name. I was at the theater the night that movie came out, right after senior year. I am shocked my VHS tape hasn't worn out from the amount of times I have watched it. I can quote it word for word. So, don’t you even think about insulting Bowie or Labyrinth.”

“Okay, noted,” Eddie smiled, leaning over the table toward you, his hand hanging over the side, his head tilting in the most adorable way. “Maybe I will have to get myself a pair of those tights then.”

You felt an intense rush of heat make its way through your body and straight to your center. Fuck. You were sure your face, along with every other part of you, was bright red. Holy shit. The thought of him in those tights, the fabric molded to every single detail of his body…Bowie who? That image was pulling you apart at the seams. 

“You okay?” Eddie asked, chuckling as he rapped his knuckles across the table. “You should see your face. Sorry. The thought of me in those tights is that scary, huh?”

Yeah, that’s not the word you would use to describe it but there was no way you were sharing your current thoughts with him. Your thoughts were taking you to a very dirty place. So, you just tried to laugh it off, hoping you weren't giving yourself away.

“So, what’s your favorite movie?” you asked, attempting to steer the subject away from him in tights.

“I would have to go with Star Wars,” he answered, leaning back. “I am also a big horror movie guy. What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Oh, Halloween,” you answered quickly, not even having to think about it. “No contest. It’s a classic and Michael Myers, best bogeyman ever. And Jamie Lee Curtis, I love her. She is, hands down, the scream queen.”

“That’s a solid choice,” Eddie nodded. “I think if I had to pick, I would go with Nightmare on Elm Street. Freddy Kreuger is just sick. I have to say, I'm impressed. Your movie choices are pretty decent. I would have thought Pretty in Pink. Not that John Hughes doesn’t deliver great movies. I mean, the Breakfast Club is the shit but I thought you’d be more the girl gets the guy and they head off to prom. Isn’t that every girl’s dream moment?”

“Not this girl,” you admitted, shrugging. “I didn’t even go to my prom.”

“What?” Eddie asked, shocked. "Why not?"

“My parents were fighting all the time and every time I tried to talk to my mom about a dress, she said she’d take me to get one. But she never found time. My mom has always struggled to find time for me. She said it was stupid to spend so much money on one night that didn’t matter anyway,” you shrugged. “My friends were avoiding me at that point because I had become someone they didn’t know what to do with. I wasn’t happy and bouncy and excited about boys. They didn’t want to deal with the dark, moody and dysfunctional person I'd become. And what guy was going to want to spend an evening with the depressing chick?” You took another sip of coffee. “I decided it wasn’t worth going. I mean, it’s a stupid school function anyway where people get drunk and have that super special night that’s not at all special because everyone else is doing it anyway. It doesn’t matter. Did you go to your prom?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “It wasn’t anything special.”

“You don’t have to say that just because I didn’t go,” you told him, shrugging one shoulder. “It was years ago at this point. It was just a stupid school dance. I don’t really care.”

“I’m not just saying that,” Eddie scoffed. “It was just a bunch of people trying to hook up, really bad music, and a whole lot of drama. The amount of couples I saw screaming at each other, girls I saw crying, hair I saw pulled, it was ridiculous. I went because Gareth set me up with one of his girlfriend’s friends at the time. He said we couldn’t miss our senior prom, such an epic life event. He was mostly hoping to get laid. The girl he set me up with was annoying as hell. She got super drunk and then cried all over me for half the night about her boyfriend who kissed some other girl. She had no idea who Black Sabbath was but went on and on about Joey Mcintyre and New Kids on the Block. I had never been so happy for a night to be over in my life.”

“I was always more of a Donnie girl, myself,” you admitted with a laugh.

“What?”

“New Kids on the Block, I always thought Donnie was the hottest. He was the bad boy of the group. Joey was too sweet for me,” you told him, tilting your head.

Eddie burst out laughing. “Jesus, not you too.”

“I mean, I still know who Black Sabbath is. Children of the Grave is my favorite of their songs.”

“Okay, you have redeemed yourself slightly, I guess,” he relented, shaking his head at you. “New Kids on the Block, seriously.”

“I mean, I have a very broad taste in music. I listen to a little bit of everything and Covergirl is my jam but rock music is where my heart truly lies,” you said, standing up. “Okay, not to break up the party, but do you think you could give me a ride home? I have to be at work in an hour and a half and I can’t go like this.”

Eddie rose from his chair and came around to you, wrapping one arm around your waist and bopping your nose gently with his finger. 

“I don’t see why not,” he said. “I think you look adorable.”

“Sweats aren’t generally bar attire. I don’t see myself getting very good tips in these.”

“I would give you an amazing tip,” he stated, kissing you gently. “Because you look hot as hell wearing my clothes. This may have to be your new look from now on because I am loving seeing you in my clothes.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but your insides seized at his words. You did love wearing his clothes. Maybe you would keep this Metallica shirt to wear to work. Then you could keep the scent of him with you all night.

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exorcism

baldur's gate has taken over my life since it came out for the ps5 and now that i've finished my first playthrough (that took me 80ish hours), i couldn't get this scene out of my head!! this isn't a reader insert fic –– though i call my oc tav, this fic deals with her specific backstory. appearance wise, i tried to keep it vague, but her scars and tattoo play a role in it. i haven't played dnd though i tried to do some research about the sinner tattoo option –– i couldn't find anything about it so i decided to give it my own backstory (and if it does have a backstory/affliation, we can just pretend it doesn't!) adding on to that, i've done my best to keep things relatively vague since i'm not super well-educated on the lore i'm super nervous to write in a new fandom –– it's been a few years since i've written something outside of rogue one. regardless, i hope you enjoy! read it on ao3!

It’s the middle of the night when Astarion wakes from his trance, an empty spot next to him in his bedroll. Ever since Tav decided to share his tent (can’t get enough of him, cheeky little thing), he’s gotten used to her warmth at his side, so much so that it’s almost difficult to rest without her there. 

(He’s gotten greedy –– he’d gone two hundred years without this sort of non-sexual intimacy and now he can barely last a few hours.)

He gets up slowly, keeping his footsteps light and quiet. It doesn’t feel like anything is wrong but he leaves his tent cautiously, just in case. It takes him a few seconds to find her but once he does, he frowns. 

There she is, sitting by herself on the very outskirts of camp, just out of earshot of everyone else. It’s late enough that most of their other companions are asleep and yet here she is, hours after her watch shift, seemingly wide awake and hunched over one of her daggers. He’d thought –– well, he’d seen her sharpening her knives earlier that day. Surely they’re sharp enough? 

The first of many alarm bells begins to ring in his head and he makes the decision to check on her, just in case. This, combined with her anxious, overly paranoid behavior over the past few days troubles him. If she just wants to be alone, he won’t push. But if there’s something truly wrong. . .he’s new to this whole “romantic relationship” thing but he’s pretty sure that means he should try and comfort her. 

(He wants to comfort her. It’s an odd feeling, not one that he’s used to.)

“Darling, you’re looking positively maudlin sitting over here by yourself,” Astarion exclaims quietly, making his presence known so as not to startle her. He approaches Tav with his arms open wide, posture easy and light with his usual dramatics, but there’s a hint of concern underlying his words, just barely perceptible. 

He perches next to her on the log she’s claimed on the outskirts of the camp, leaving a small gap of space between them. “What’s got you looking like you want to chop everyone up into little pieces, hmm?” 

The last remnants of the campfire flicker over her profile as she turns her face slightly to the side, one of her eyebrows raising in response. But her focus remains mostly on the dagger in her hands, the repetitive drag of her blade against a whetstone filling the air for a few fraught seconds. 

He’s just about to probe again when she finally speaks. “Just thinking about tomorrow,” she says. Her lips twist wryly, in a move that he doesn’t entirely believe to be genuine, when she adds, “I’ll admit, I’m eager to finally get my blades into Gortash.”  

And if he hadn’t known her so well, he wouldn’t have been able to see the microexpressions that flit across her face: the way the corner of her mouth tightens ever so slightly, how her gaze briefly darkens with shadows. The other rogue is good at hiding but he is, too –– even better at noticing it in the people he. . . cares for. 

“Oh, you always know just the right words to get me all riled up,” he replies smoothly, but he’s not going to let her get away with brushing off what’s clearly bothering her that easily. “But I don’t think that’s all that’s on your mind, is it?” 

It never fails to surprise him that he actually does care. While his affection for her had started off as a manipulative attempt to make himself invaluable to her, over the past few weeks, his feelings for her have morphed into something real. And no matter how hard he’d tried to get her out of his mind, he just couldn’t.  

His opinion of her had shifted after the tiefling party, when she’d offered her blood to him for the first time. Prior to that moment, when she’d woken up with his lips on her neck, she’d threatened to stake him should he try that on her or any of their companions ever again. But then –– 

(“I trust you won’t take more than you need,” Tav says, untying the leather gorget from around her throat. It’s only half a threat –– Astarian can see the faith in her eyes (the faith in him!) and is momentarily floored by it. 

He’d say something flirtatious if he could even think, but all thoughts fly out of his head the moment he sees the expanse of skin she’s just bared to him. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, eyes darkening at the possibility of feeding.

And then he sees her neck –– properly sees it. There’s a large scar covering the expanse of her throat, jagged and uneven, curling up toward her jawline. If he had to guess, someone had gotten behind her with either a dagger or garrote wire, and she’d fought back, if the messiness of it was anything to go by. 

She’s a survivor. He’d known this already, having seen the scrappy and dirty way she fought, and this only confirmed his prior assumptions. Oh, but this makes her so much more –– 

“If there’s not enough room, just bite somewhere else,” she mutters, her voice cutting through his internal musings. She looks away from him, jaw clenching, clearly misunderstanding the path his mind has gone down. Her eyes harden. “Maybe this is a mistake –– ” 

He strides over to her, takes her chin gently, and nudges her face up to meet his gaze properly. “There is plenty of room,” he purrs, practically ravenous at the thought of sinking his teeth into her neck. But there’s a line he won’t cross, not with her. “If you’re. . .still willing?”

She searches his gaze for something he can’t quite identify but evidently finds what she’s looking for after a few beats. With a determined glint in her eyes, she tilts her chin back and exposes more of her throat to him. She warns him again, “Only a taste.” 

As if he could ever be satisfied with only a taste of her.)

“I want to stab Gortash. That's all.” Her words are firm and decisive. The lightness from earlier has left her voice, eyes narrowing.

Astarion clicks his tongue in impatience, pushing further. This only confirms that there’s something he’s missing, a piece of the puzzle that he’s yet to put together. It’s more than this whole mess with the tadpoles and the Absolute –– he bets it’s more personal. 

“Come now,” he tsks, “I hardly find it fair that you know all my deepest darkest secrets . . . and yet I barely know a thing about you.” 

The other rogue levels him with a flat look, an edge entering her tone. To anyone else, her expression and the blade in her hands would leave them reeling ––  but not him. “Neither one of us is the type to play fair .” 

Humming in agreement, he takes a risk and moves closer to her, their arms and thighs brushing. She, like him, struggles with gentle touches like this; whereas she’s always looking for an opportune blade, he finds it difficult to remember that he’s more than what his body can provide someone else. 

But once she’d told him that she didn’t want more than he could give, that she didn’t expect anything out of a simple caress or kiss, he couldn’t get enough of her, to touch her just because he could. 

“Maybe not,” he acquiesces, tilting his head to the side. He swallows, then adds, not fully comfortable with what he’s saying but needing to nonetheless, “But. . . you were here, after that whole mess with Cazador,” he tells her quietly. “Now I’m here. And I –– I want to be here. For you, for whatever it is. You don’t have to tell me, but if you want to. . .I’m here.” 

Tav’s gaze shifts from him and instead moves to a point in the distance. Even though she tries to hide it, he can see the tension in her expression, the rigidness of her muscles, and the strained pull of her mouth. She’s afraid, he realizes, on edge. Not of him, but of whatever secret she’s got locked away. 

Finally, she sets her shoulders as if preparing for a fight and asks him a question he doesn’t expect. “Have I ever told you about the tattoo on my face?” 

The tattoo in question is a single word right on her cheekbone and underneath her right eye: “sinner.” It had struck him odd when he’d first seen it; though facial tattoos are hardly uncommon in Baldur’s Gate, the lack of decoration and placement makes it seem more like a brand than an aesthetic choice. 

Upon learning more about her past and how she’d been close to making a name for herself in the criminal underground before the nautiloid had picked her up, his suspicions had eased some. Sinner. A classic –– if not somewhat obvious –– choice for a woman who’d crafted a life built from illegal activity. Though he’d found it strange that someone working under the noses of the authorities would have such a defining, identifiable mark, he’d had bigger concerns than her aesthetic choices. 

But the mention of it now, in this setting, leaves him feeling off-balanced, unsteady. 

As she speaks, she angles her face slightly so he can examine it properly. Upon closer inspection, he notes the jagged and crooked lines, the uneven application of the ink. A third of it is partially obscured by faint scarring. It looks almost like someone (or perhaps, Tav herself, he realizes with a frightening clarity) had unsuccessfully tried to claw it off her face. 

Astarion shifts, throat dry from his unpleasant realization. His words sound a bit forced when he answers her question, an attempt to put the two of them more at ease. “Well, love, I overheard you telling Wyll that you’d gotten it after you’d stolen your first piece of jewelry worth more than a thousand gold.” He taps his chin in thought, putting on a dramatic air to try and cut through the discomfort. “Then, of course, you told Gale you’d gotten caught stealing from the church in Rivington and lost a bet.” 

She huffs out a small but amused breath. It’s barely noticeable, though he perks up upon hearing it anyway, a warm feeling spreading across his chest. He’s not good at this but at least he’s gotten one thing right.  

Tav nudges him with her shoulder, muttering fondly, “You’re so nosy.”  

Taking it as a compliment, he preens at her praise. “Really, though, darling, you must keep better track of your lies. Wouldn’t want your wires to get crossed, so to speak.” 

She scoffs, shaking her head. “An amateur mistake. It’s just. . .” she jabs the blade of her dagger into the dirt in between her knees as she thinks. “They know it’s a lie, I’m sure, but it’s easier to make up stories. To. . .pretend that it didn’t happen like it did.” 

The tension hangs in the air between them, interrupted only by the soft chirps of wildlife and the occasional snore of one of their companions. Tentatively, he reaches out and takes her hand, giving her time to pull away before he laces their fingers together. Small physical touches like this always help him so he figures. . . “If it’s too difficult to talk about –– believe me, I get it.” 

“No, I –– ” she grits her teeth, jaw clenching. “I want to tell you –– I want you to know.” 

At his side, his free hand flexes helplessly. 

“I took a job a few years ago,” she starts finally, shifting her gaze so she’s once again staring at the ground. “It was with a team I’d worked with once or twice before and the specs of it. . .it was too easy. I should’ve known better but. . .” she trails off, lost in her head. 

When the silence goes on, he prompts quietly, “But you did it anyway?” 

“I did,” she exhales. “It was supposed to be my big break but we got caught. Fists burst in out of nowhere, rounded us up, and threw us into the prison under Wyrm’s Rock. Nothing unusual. But then –– and I still don’t understand why –– a group of them blindfolded me and took me out to a carriage. I thought it was a standard prisoner transport. It. . .” she laughs but it sounds wrong, sounds broken. “It wasn’t.” 

Astarion’s never liked the Flaming Fists and their versions of justice but hearing this makes him want to destroy the whole organization singlehandedly, to rip apart each and every individual responsible for making her sound like this. He hates it, hates the way her voice wavers when he continues her story. And he’ll take his time, too, draw it out until they’re begging him for––

 “They took me to this. . .I don’t even know what to call it,” she murmurs, cutting through his murderous thoughts. He shakes his head slightly, refocusing on her. “Soon as I got there, these people sat me down and told me. . .” her expression shifts into something more pained; in response, he squeezes her hand tighter, feeling hopeless. 

He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know how to comfort her, how to properly care about her like the others might. The way she listens to every memory he tells her about Cazador seems effortless; she always knows the right thing to say and do. But here he sits, absolutely useless, unable to do anything but hold her fucking hand. 

“It was some religious group. They told me that I had sinned but I could still be saved. That they would save me.” Perhaps unconsciously, she forgets her dagger on the ground next to her and reaches up to her cheek, covering the tattoo with her hands. Her nails dig into her skin, an exact match to the faint marks crossing it. 

Without thinking, he reaches over and gently tugs her other hand from her face. She blinks, as if being released from a trance, and finally turns to look at him, eyes wide and uncertain. Shifting sideways on the log so his upper body faces her, he holds both of her hands with his own. 

A bit frantically, he combs through his memories to try and remember how Tav pulls him out of his head. In the wake of a nightmare when all he can see and feel is Cazador, she’ll touch him gently and gather him to her chest, murmuring quiet stories into his ear as he struggles to maintain his sense of reality. It’s her that brings him back: her voice, her smell, her touch. Cazador has destroyed almost everything in his life but not this. He hasn’t touched her.  

Maybe he can be that touchpoint for her, too. (Gods, he wants to be.) 

“Stay with me, darling,” he says lowly, an undercurrent of urgency in his voice. “Don’t lose yourself in that beautiful head of yours. You’re here, with me.” 

Her expression wavers but she forces herself into her usual neutrality, taking each emotion that slips through her mask and forcefully shoving it back down. For him, for his fucking sake. “I know,” she exhales shakily. “Just –– let me finish so we never have to talk about this again.” 

After a beat of hesitation, he nods slowly. Who is he to judge her limitations, just because he’s uncertain? “I’m here,” he promises, voice serious. He surprises himself with how much he means it. “I’m listening.” 

“It was just a different kind of prison,” she tells him quietly. “And I ––  I was there for only two fucking years and then the nautiloid –– “ her voice hitches. “I didn’t, at first, but then –– I think they drugged us, all of us fucking sinners, and ––  and then it was just easier to –– ”

The sound of her voice breaking combined with the look in her eyes. . .he’s never seen her cry, not even when she’d taken an arrow to her gut. It’s always stoic silence from her –– at first, he’d had to work to get her to even crack a smile at his quips. But the sight of her watery eyes (no tears, even after all this) snaps the fraying thread left of his restraint, especially when he knows firsthand what it feels like to lose all sense of your identity, to be treated like a spawn or a sinner instead of a person. 

He reaches out and gathers her into his arms. 

Her hands curl in the front of his shirt as she shakes. Astarion clutches her to his chest, arms banded around her back as she buries herself in him, getting impossibly close. She’s done this for him so many times that it feels like second nature to comfort her in the same way, to let her take shelter in him for as long as she needs. 

A soft, wounded noise leaves the back of his throat involuntarily. He tucks his face into her hair, closes his eyes to stop the wave of sadness that threatens to overcome him. “Say the word,” he tells her fiercely, his words hissing out in an angry breath. “Say the word and I’ll burn their entire fucking organization down. ” 

She doesn’t even need to say it. Already, his mind churns with possibilities of how he can sneak out one night and find it on his own, to round everyone up who’d ever hurt her but leave their fates to her justice. 

Against his shirt, she lets out a muffled, wet laugh. When she pulls back, he doesn’t let her go far, resting his forehead against hers and cupping her face between his hands. Her eyes flutter closed when he brushes against her tattoo with his thumb, rubbing back and forth in a soothing motion. 

“It’s harder than I thought, being back in the city,” she confesses. “I keep thinking that someone’s just going to grab me and take me back. That they’ll. . .” she shakes her head, unable to speak the words. 

How she’s been acting lately slowly begins to make sense. Her jumpiness, her eagerness to take more than her fair share of watches. With the way they’re closing in on the Absolute, it’s not difficult to draw parallels between that cult and whatever group had taken her captive all those years ago. 

“I won’t let them take you,” he vows to her, pulling away slightly to better see her expression. At her look of slight disbelief, he cuts her off before she can interrupt, “And if they somehow do . . .well, I’ll just have no choice but to come after you.” 

The corners of Tav’s mouth curve up into a smile. Astarion presses a kiss to her forehead, smoothing away stray strands of hair before pulling away, but he doesn’t go far. “And don’t you think for a minute that I’m alone in thinking this way. If something happens to you? I may be the first –– and let’s face it, the most dashing –– but all of them,” he gestures to their sleeping companions a few feet away. “They’re not going to be far behind.” 

When Tav had told him that she would be at his side to take down Cazador, he hadn’t believed her, not at first. And when the others in their merry band of misfits had joined her –– joined him –– 

“It’s strange having friends, isn’t it?” she wonders quietly, tucking herself in his side. 

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he swallows once, then nods. He doesn’t need to say anything; she knows almost as well as him that this is the first time in more than two hundred years that he’s had people he can rely on. 

The two of them sit there for a few minutes, staring into the dying embers of the fire and listening to the sounds of the world around them. His brain spins with the weight of everything he’s just learned about the woman in his arms, a tight feeling balled up in the middle of his chest. 

Astarion is accustomed to wanting. But this? Caring about someone else, enough that he’s willing to burn down the world for them? That is a new feeling. . . but not an unwanted one. 

He turns his head to look down at her. Tav’s eyes are closed, her breathing having evened out just by being in his presence alone. She’s not asleep, though she’s much calmer than she had been before. A little longer, then he’ll get her up and back to her bedroll. But for now, he marvels at the trust she’s placed in him to let her walls down and let him in. She sees him –– and now, for the first time, he sees her properly, too. 

It’s not love, not yet. It may be in the future, once they’ve both healed a little more. But for now, it’s enough.

#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #bg3 fic #astarian/oc #astarion romance #oc: tav #my writing

[sparklekitteh]

Can we talk just a moment about how Eddie Munson is so ADHD-coded? And how well Joseph Quinn (instinctually, or intentionally, I'm not sure) played a teenager with untreated neurodivergency in the 80s?

Boy is pure hyperkinesis: Constantly fidgeting, twirling his hair when he talks to Chrissy (ADORABLE), pacing... yes, a lot of it is from the pressure of the unfolding story but look at him before anything bad happened to him. He was like a spring wound too tight even when times were good.

Unable to pass English class yet weaving stories with the Hellfire Club, indicative of a mind that hyperfixates on preferred tasks and struggles with tasks that aren't interesting

Highly stimulative musical preference

Self-medicating with drugs

He is very perceptive, empathetic, and he *sees* people for who they are. High emotional intelligence, high empathy (I think this is why he sees the younger students as sheepies to be guided TToTT)

SPOILERS FOLLOW

Okay, this is a headcanon and a spoiler: When we learned that Eddie is 17 from his missing poster, my mind went back to him saying 86 was his year, that he would finally get to graduate. At first I thought he was saying he had been held back, but I don't think that's the case. Eddie's not a dumb kid by any stretch.

Headcanon: Eddie is the poster child of gifted child syndrome.

Probably skipped a grade in elementary school because he was SMART -- probably excelled at math, reading, everything, and teachers were thrilled.

Eventually faced challenges that didn't stimulate his brain and it all came crashing down -- couple that with a dysfunctional home life (mom isn't in the picture, dad was hotwiring cars and now in jail I guess?, ended up fostering with his uncle) and you have the recipe for a kid who turns to music, drugs, and DnD for comfort, stimulation, and escape, and barely passes by in school.

In my experience as a kid in American schools in the 80s/90s before the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) was passed in 1990, the American education system in the 80s didn't really have supports for kids with ADHD, autism, neurodivergency... basically, you either had maybe 1-2 teachers who understood and tried to help you by adjusting lessons or having mercy on your grades, or you started failing and getting in trouble because you couldn't conform to their expectations. A lot of kids with behavioral issues ended up being either homeschooled or going to alternative schools, often military academies or juvenile reform schools that were like... your last stop before jail.

I think Eddie was on track to graduate early until he hit that roadblock and started failing English class. Maybe he had a teacher who expected him to conform to their lesson plan and didn't give him room to adjust to his needs, or maybe he just entirely lost interest after DnD took over his attention.

All he really needed was an understanding teacher and maybe someone to tutor him, help him study and pass that damned English class.

Please Eddie, English was my favorite and I have a weakness for long-haired metalhead outcasts

Long story short, the American school system failed Edward Munson and they and all of Hawkins owe him an apology and a hero's tribute in the town square.

#eddie munson #stranger things #adhd things #stranger things headcanons #eddie my beloved

[dallysnecklace]

Poison Heart

Parings: Eddie Munson x bassist! Musician! Reader

Summary: Eddie first met you at a record store, and bought the album on your shirt. You two connected very quickly. It’s been a year, and you still haven’t met his friends, even thought you two are impeccably close.

Warnings: Nothing really, insecurity if you squint, but mostly fluff.

You and Eddie met at the only record Store in Hawkins. You were working counter when you spotted him walk in.

He was wearing a Mettalica shirt, along with his leather jacket and jean vest. He had rings adjourning his fingers, and a leather bracelet on his left hand. He had a small smile on his face, and was looking around, flipping through records.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. He was just so… pretty? Never in your life would you ever think you would call a man “pretty” but here you are.

You were dressed with your silver dagger earrings, a black skirt and a Ramones t shirt, oversized. You wore your platform beat up docs, that you wear pretty much everyday, and your chain necklace.

Eddie thought you were very pretty, and maybe that’s why he keeps gravitating towards this store when he has nothing to buy. He had seen you before through the window, but finally took the courage to walk in.

He came up to your desk, setting Road To Ruin(the album on your shirt) on the checkout.

You smiled at him, “I love that album.”

He looked into your eyes, and it set your stomach ablaze.

“Yeah, I saw it on your shirt and decided why not give it a listen.” He said, not looking away from you.

“We’ll I really hope you like it.” You said, ringing him up.

“It’ll be 7.98.”

He pulled out his wallet, grabbing a 10 dollar bill. He stuck out his hand with the bill, gesturing you take it. When you reached for the bill, your hands grazed his, making your face burn.

“Here’s you change.” You handed him a few bucks and coins.

“Thanks.” He said, started to turn away then turned back to you, looking you in the eyes.

“I’m Eddie.”

“Y/n.”

“Okay then, Y/n, would you want to go out sometime? With me?” He said, looking at you, with wide eyes.

“Ya-yeah. When?” You said, a blush present on your face.

“Are you free like, tonight? I can pick you up at the end of your shift maybe?” He said.

“I’m free. My shift ends at 5:00.” You said, smiling.

“Okay, uh cool. I’ll be here then.” He said, walking backwards.

“Okay. Bye, Eddie.” You said.

He waved, then tripped over a box on the floor, caught himself, smiled at you, then kept walking out of the store. You giggled, hoping that the date would go well.

It went very well. You two went out and picked up some McDonald’s. Eddie then drove you two out to lovers lake. You two passed back and forth jokes and shared interests as you delved more into yourselfs. You mentioned your love of the bass, and how you play it yourself. Eddie mentioned his band, corroded coffin, and how he played the gutair. He even invited you to come see them the next Tuesday.

Eddie was a lot more goofy than you would think, and genuinely so kind. Eddie thought you were smart, beautiful, and intriguing. He wanted to know you more, as you did him.

Luckily, you’ve been able to do that for the past year.

You’ve shared every part of yourself with him. He was your first everything. You’ve never had a boyfriend before him, but you already think that he could be your last.

He knows everything about you. After spending nights alone on his bed, high and listening to soft rock, you’ve shared things you’ve never told anyone.

He told you things he’s never told anyone else as well. This made you two incredibly close, and the trust shared is so strong.

It felt so freeing being with someone who knew all of your flaws, but still loved you till the ends of the Earth.

But, you’ve been dating for a year at this point, and you still haven’t ever attended one of Eddie’s famous Hellfire Club meetings. Tonight, you decided, that was going to change.

Months ago, you and Eddie had created your own DND character, and he explained the whole game to you. Yet, you haven’t expressed that you had wanted to play with him and his friends.

As he was getting ready to go out, you were sitting on his bed, looking at him.

He was searching around his room, looking for his clean hellfire shirt. You were wearing his other one; it was oversized on you, pilling in your lap.

“Eds?” You said, catching his attention.

He stopped searching and looked at you. He could tell you were nervous by the way you were playing with the seam of his shirt.

“What’s wrong hun?” He said, walking up to you.

“Nothing, I was just wondering,” You paused, “Could I come to hellfire tonight?”

His eyebrows furrowed, confused.

“Sorry, I just kinda wished I met your friends. You talk about them all the time. If you don’t want me to come that’s fine.” You sighed, nervous you crossed a line.

“No, no I want you to come Y/n. I’m just confused why you thought you had to ask. Ive been wanting you to come ever since we made a character for you.” He said, smiling down at you, then sitting next to you.

You smiled at him, relieved. He grabbed your hand, rubbing it with a gentle soothing touch.

“Just throw on some pants and we can go, okay? I like to get there a bit early so I can get ready.” He beamed, kissing your hand.

“Okay.” You said, very pleased.

The two of you made it out the door and into his car quickly, excited you were coming to tonight’s meeting.

Throughout the drive Eddie told you about how excited he was for you to come, and how he’s so happy you’re able to be in this part of his life. Eventually, you pulled into the parking lot, and walked inside, into the theatre room.

As Eddie got set up, you sat oh his lap, reading.

He interrupted your paragraph, “I’ll be right back, I just gotta go grab something, okay? I left my dice in the car.”

“Oh, okay.” You said.

He kissed you quickly, and ran out of the room, getting to his car. At this point, Steve had pulled in, dropping off Dustin. Dustin, curious as to why he saw Eddie digging though his van, walked up to him.

“Hey Eddie.” Dustin, said.

Eddie was not expecting Dustin this early, so he jumped, and turned around to see Dustin.

“Jesus Christ kid, give me a warning next time.” He said, with the dice in his hand.

“Sorry Eddie.” Dustin apologized.

“It’s fine.”

The duo started to walk into the school, when Eddie started to speak.

“Oh, by the way someone very important to me in joining hellfire tonight, so please be nice to her.” Eddie said, seriously.

“Her?? Who is she?” Dustin asked as they stepped up to the door of the theatre room.

“You’ll see.” Eddie answered as he opened the door, revealing you, sitting in his throne, reading the Hobbit.

“Eddie, when is everyone-“ you said, then seeing Dustin.

“Oh, hi!” You beamed, knowing that this was the curly haired Dustin that Eddie talks about.

“Who are you and why are you in Eddie’s chair?” Dustin spouted, rudely.

Your smile faltered, then your eyes met Eddies. His eyes held apology.

“Dustin, this is Y/n. She’s my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a year now.” He sighed, dissapointed Dustin had not listened to his instruction on being nice.

You closed your book and walked up to the two boys.

“Hey Dustin. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You smiled, hoping now It would go better since he knew who you were.

“Dude, you never told me you had a girlfriend!” Turning his attention to you, he said, “Jesus your way out of his league! You’re so pretty, and like, nice.”

You blushed at the compliment, but was still a bit nervous.

“Oh, thanks. But I’m not. I really love Eddie.” You said, looking up at Eddie. He smiled down at you, and wrapped his hand around your waist.

“Are you kidding me? You’re like the most beautiful person in Hawkins! Eddie you got damn lucky.” Dustin, said, arguing for his opinion.

“Okay, man, calm down. She’s my girlfriend.” Eddie said, looking at Dustin.

“Okay. So, Y/n, where do you go to school?” Dustin asked, curious on what you were pursuing.

“I’m a music major at Hawkins University. I play the bass.” You said, excited to talk more about your interest.

“That’s so cool.” Dustin said, excited for his friend.

Your conversation stopped as the rest of Hellfire walked in. Eddie introduced you, and you started the game.

Throughout the few hours, you really bonded with this group of people. Everyone was so passionate, and Eddie looked like he was having the time of his life.

The smile that lit up on his face as he voiced different characters, and explained the situations you got into made you feel as though you were looking at the sun. He was so bright and full of energy, it was almost blinding. But even though they warn you not to look at the sun, you always do.

Eddie’s friends noticed his lingering gazed upon you, especially when you got excited. They were happy for their older friend, knowing he had someone to express all of his love to.

Eddie was just so at home with this group of people, especially you. He put on even more of a show tonight, due to your appearance. Even though you died before the final boss, you couldn’t help but be excited for Dustin, who was able to kill it. Eddie saw the pure excitement in your eyes and it made his heart swell.

“I’ll see you later guys!” Gareth yelled, and now it was just Eddie and you.

“Bye Gareth! Until next time my fellow adventurer!” You yelled back at him, already missing your new friend.

As soon Gareth disappeared through the doorway, Eddie swept you up in a loving hug.

“Eds? What’s up?” You asked into his ear, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He pulled away from you, looking down into your eyes.

“Thank you for wanting to come.”

“It was my pleasure.” You smiled.

As soon as you two got to Eddies place, you changed into one of his old tank tops and got in bed, waiting for him to join you.

You sat there with your glasses and your sleepytime tea, reading the Hobbit. Eddie recently persuaded you to read it, and you were absolutely loving it.

When he joined you in bed, you put down your book, glasses and empty tea mug, looking at him.

He scooted near you and rolled on top of you, his hands holding himself up on either side of you head.

“You’re so great Y/n. I really mean it. You’ve been so great to my friends and you’ve just kept a wonderful smile on the whole time, which made me so happy. You’re so selfless and just empathetic and I’m so lucky.”

Eddie exhaled after his speech, and kissed you softly on the lips.

You pulled away, “Eddie I’m the one who’s lucky. You’ve been so great and you’re someone who I can be me with. Your friends are amazing, and seeing you tonight made me so happy. You seem so happy. I love you.” You looked up at him, and his face held a bashful smile, that he tried to hide.

“I love you too.” He leaned down to kiss you once again, but you grabbed his face and pulled him on top of you.

Both of you laughed into your kiss, but continued, trying to pour your feeling for the other into it.

Eddie seperated first, “Look I love you, but I’m also really tired and need to sleep.”

You laughed, “Okay Eddie. Sweet Dreams.”

You both laid down, spread in strange positions but your hands stayed connected as you slept, always holding the bond between you two.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #stranger things eddie #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction

[alwaysteveswife]

Hi, I wanted to ask you please for a one-shot of Eddie, I was thinking about something Fluff, maybe bestfriends to lovers, thank you very much, I love how you write 💕💖

Starlight Rendezvous | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

a/n: Sorry it took me so long to do it 🥲 in my defense, tumblr hates me so much that it deleted everything I had been doing and I had to do it again :(. Thank you so much for ordering, hope you like it <3 and thanks for the compliment 🥺.

Falling in love with your best friend isn't easy, telling him, much less so. Eddie had a crush on Y/N for years, and Vecna's arrival in Hawkins only increased his need to tell her the truth. Now, some time after he recovery, Eddie is determined to propose, no matter what the response.

Warnings: Fluff, bestfriend! Eddie, Fear of darkness.

Words: 1,547

Autumn had arrived in Hawkins. The cool early morning breeze was blowing the dry leaves all over town. In some houses you could see how families would gather them all into a small pile that, once secure enough, would be unraveled by a mischievous child in the mood for fun.

Eddie was not a big fan of this season, he was bothered by the rustling of the leaves and how spooky some trees could look when they were bare. As a child he would cry at the sight of the hideous shadows reflected in his curtain or on the ground.

Despite that, it wasn't all so bad. He had already managed to overcome that childhood fear, even used it to his advantage, using those imaginary monsters made of shadows to create enemies and use them in DnD as backstories.

Sometimes, when he was alone and silent, he wondered what would have happened if he hadn't met you.

You were one of the main reasons his fear was able to disappear. He met you when he came to Hawkins with his Uncle Wayne. You were taller than him, just a little, had freckles all over your face, and beautiful green eyes. You approached him when a much smaller girl insisted that you should talk to more people. It didn't take long for both of you to become friends as soon as you realized all the things you had in common.

As the years went by your friendship grew and grew, until it formed into a relationship of pure trust, a 'if they do something to you, they mess with me', but even more importantly, it became a relationship of bilateral love, a love that you both preferred to leave it a secret for fear of ruining everything, something you decided to hide behind the shadows and just joke about.

Or at least that's what you thought before Vecna showed up. You were about to lose your best friend, the person who was always there for you, the one who could be the love of your life, and all why? Because of the fear of giving up whatever it were you had.

For Eddie's part, all he could think about was how sensitive humans are. Despite what many believe, they don't live long. They can die easily, at any moment, without warning, what guaranteed him that he would have a third chance to save himself? He couldn't bear to leave this world without telling you everything he felt from the bottom of his heart.

And that brings you to this moment. Both standing facing each other, the autumn breeze fluttering through the air, messing up your hair and making it look even more unreal than it already did to Eddie. Both were breathing heavily, both came running towards each other, each holding a small torn piece of paper with a simple phrase written in the center.

'I need you.

-Y/N'

Eddie's said written in purple crayon, your favorite color.

'I must tell you something important.

-Eddie'

Said yours, the handwriting was much messier and unlike yours, this one was more crumpled.

"What happened?" You both muttered at the same time, confusion growing in your faces.

"You left this at my house" you said, holding up the crumpled, misspelled piece of paper. Eddie squinted, examining the sheet closely.

"True it's my handwriting, but I didn't send that" he pointed to the sheet in his hand, beginning to feel insecurity flutter in his stomach "I guess you didn't send this then".

"No, I didn't" you folded the paper into four pieces, tucking it into the back pocket of your denim shorts "I'm sure Robin played a joke on us".

He just nodded, mentally thanking whoever had done this. He couldn't regret it.

"But..." he swallowed as he saw you staring at him, waiting expectantly for him to say whatever it was he had to say "maybe we could take this moment to walk around a bit, don't you think? It's been a long time since we've talked."

"Okay" you shrugged, hoping not to show how much emotion being alone with Eddie for at least ten minutes was causing you.

Ever since Vecna had attacked, everyone had been on Eddie's case, and for the same reason you could hardly be alone like you used to be. None of you said anything, but you hated how they were interrupted again and again, as if they didn't know what you were feeling.

And yes, everyone knew you liked each other, from 'little' Erica to old Uncle Wayne. And yes, it was absurd to everyone that you hadn't proposed yet, you were too obvious, and even stupider.

"There's a place I've been meaning to take you for a while now, but I haven't been able to do it, you know, with work and all the evaluations" he excused himself quickly, scratching his hair nervously.

"Yeah, easy, I get it" you laughed, taking his hand. Eddie couldn't help but think that this time it felt different, intimate.

You both walked lazily through the woods. You were confused, but it thrilled you to think of the place Eddie had found. He had told you it was beautiful, that it was almost as if it had been made for the two of you. Your feet ached, but you believed Eddie, and if he said it was worth it, then you trust him.

"Wait" Eddie murmured, smiling broadly "you can't see, it's surprise."

"I hope it's as beautiful as you promise" you joked, starting to feel butterflies in your stomach, and not the good kind. It was getting dark and the sound of rustling leaves were scaring you more and more.

"Trust me" he stood behind you, covering your eyes carefully. They walked a little further, Eddie holding your waist carefully, giving caresses almost unconsciously. "We're here" He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

But you didn't care, not when you had that view in front of you.

Maybe for many it wouldn't be a big deal, but for you it was almost paradise. Everything was dark, you supposed it was after nine o'clock at night, but still you had never seen anything so bright. The place was full of fireflies flying freely around a rickety van that looked like it had some old hippie drawings on it. Inside the van were some sheets and pillows, from the ceiling hung some white Christmas lights that illuminated the interior almost magically, and among all the tangle of blankets was an old acoustic guitar that had some half deformed drawings of skulls and unreadable words.

"It's..." you approached at a slow pace, circling in place, watching the fireflies float around like little shooting stars "it's beautiful, Eddie".

"It is" he smiled, even though he wasn't talking about the same thing you were. Since he uncovered your eyes he could only look at you, and all he could think was that this place wouldn't come up to your feet.

"Did you do it?" You muttered, turning to look at him in amazement.

He cleared his throat, walking over to the van and leaning back among the blankets, patting his side to keep you company.

"I found the van a few weeks ago and thought it would look nice with some decorations" you just nodded, laying down next to him, looking up at the ceiling full of lights.

"Look" Eddie smiled, raising his arms and making strange figures with his hands "remember the first time we stayed together?"

You just laughed, raising your hands next to him, looking at the shadows on the wall.

"Of course I do, it was in the fall, wasn't it?" without taking your eyes off the wall, forming a rabbit with your hands.

"That's right" Eddie murmured, making a fox "I started crying when the shadows of the trees peeked into my room" he smiled slightly, bringing his hand close to yours, barely an inch "and you turned on the lamp and started making animals with your hands."

"That was fun" you nodded, mimicking Eddie and moving your hand closer to his.

Eddie sat up, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers carefully. You both began to feel nervous. This time, you thought, butterflies aren't bad.

"That..." he cleared his throat, watching as you sat down next to him, the lights shining in your greenish eyes "that was the first day I found out it was how I felt about you."

You opened your lips just slightly, your hand unconsciously squeezing Eddie's.

"What was it?" You murmured, leaning closer to him until you felt your breaths merge.

"Love" he whispered, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see your furious face, so he wouldn't have to see the rejection in those beautiful eyes.

To his surprise, all he received was a rough kiss, barely a brush of lips that slowly grew as you both began to move your hands up.

You stroked her curls, messing up the ponytail Eddie wore; he held your cheeks gently, caressing your cheekbones softly.

They reluctantly parted as you ran out of air. You pressed your foreheads together, both had your eyes locked and a smirk on your faces.

"I love you too, Eddie" you murmured, kissing his knuckles.

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#stranger things #fanfic #stranger things au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you

[miceysfandomcreations]

After drawing straight through a dnd campaign session! I’ve finally finished! Happy early Lunar New Year @itoshisoup!

What do you get when you cross a Hell Fic alternate universe with a tragic ending, a Touya with bad coping mechanism, and a multiverse-hopping quirk? HTTM DTTS: HELLVERSE!

Ok, so, I finally read Hell fic which is really good! I’ve been keeping up with the blog for a while, so I was a witness to the 2022 descent into Dabi Hell along with the bajillion Hell fic aus that popped up. Earlier this month, I hit my mha phase, read Hell fic, and understood what the hype was about. I kept thinking of those aus and how they were perfect for a spiderverse-style crossover epic. So fueled by writer’s block for a completely different project, I made a mockup poster of the concept!

general art notes:

this was hard. Dabi’s anime hair is stupid hard to draw. The flame effects covered so much. I’m glad I didn’t do shading. Also, super proud of myself for figuring out a way to draw anime hair! I took inspiration from an across the spider verse poster with all the characters facing the camera head on. Because I had less characters, with designs similar to each other, I had to modify the poses to give some more character. Not sure how well I did on that. The white shape in the center represents MC, and I wanted it to look like the shape’s been erased from the canvas, cutting through all the Touyas.

the touyas (top of left column to top of right column, like a horseshoe), individual art notes, and story notes:

Normal fic!Touya. From default/default adjacent Hell fic universe. Don’t have much variation to go with, so he’s a ‘normal’ Dabi. Not much to say here. I think I drew him last? Was weirdly hard to finish.

jjk curse au!Touya. None of the other Touyas know what the fuck he’s talking about. What do you mean curses? What do you mean you’re dead? In universe, he and MC are HS second years/16-ish, so I made his eyes bigger, face softer, hair fluffier, tried to make him look youthful. I think you noted that this Touya didn’t look much different than normal, but as you can see, I made him blue. I think it’d be cool if he had fire glowing from beneath his scars. I thought about replacing with burned skin with exposed muscle (also blue), but decided against that for ease of drawing. His uniform’s white, because, y’know, death.

Villain au!Touya. From the au where Touya and MC ran away to become horny villains together and Touya makes a ‘no bitches’ joke to Shigaraki. He gets a matching tungsten ring and a smile! I envision him as the first alternadabi to pop up in Normal’s dimension for some reason. Maybe because he’s the most similar?

Pro-Hero!Touya. Is miffed and yet not surprised that so many of his counterparts are villains. The most well-off financially of the Touyas. The Touyas raid his agency’s fridge at some point. There are so many awesome hero au designs floating in the fandom. I came up the outfit on the fly and it probably needs to be redesigned a few more times before I’m personally happy. Still, it serves its purpose. This Touya gets gold-plated piercings because he’s worth it.

Toxic WLW!Touya. TBH I don’t remember much about this au. Does it take place in the MHA world or is it a mundane au? Either way, this Touya was the first one I had concepts for. I think every Touya is a trash gremlin no matter the gender, and I didn’t want her to lose that aspect. I gave her a new, pushed-back hairstyle because I didn’t want to draw 6 versions of the same hair, and canon Touya looks really cute with his forehead exposed. The nose piercings are replaced with eyebrow rings to take advantage of that.

late 20s!Touya. From that concept you had about an older Touya having a happy ending. This one is stable, happily married, and is a good parent. The others totally aren’t jealous at all! Why hasn’t the rogue Touya who started this mess try to take over his life? Uh…something something this reality too unfamiliar to him…too used to destruction and dying young…can’t fathom having a life like this where he builds instead of destroys…would rather tear open the multiverse than face the prospect of internal change. This Touya is more often than not the holder of the sole braincell and is trying to wrangle his younger selves in more positive directions. Assigned Responsible Adult (tm) despite not hitting 30. Wears sweats the entire time.

- I see late 20s!Touya as entering the story in 2 ways. Doing laundry and getting sucked into a portal waiting for the washer to finish (1). Seeing his alternaselves in the distance, calling his MC, and being like ‘I’m gonna need to leave for a week I have to stop myself from doing something stupid’ and following after (2).

misc notes:

I thought about doing a version of this for MC, or Shouto, but I never had a solidified design for MC, and Dabi was the funner brother to come up with concepts for.

The Touyas without the flames:

#My art

[artiststarme]

I always see fics about Eddie hurting Steve but I never see any about Steve hurting Eddie. So here you go! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments.

~*~*~*~

Eddie knew that Steve had good intentions and he knew that he was blowing things out of proportion. However, he was so sick of not having control over anything in his life that things were bound to blow up at some point. Between not graduating high school with the rest of his year, being put on house arrest for several months while waiting for his name to clear, and dealing with his life-altering injuries, Eddie was a miniscule way away from breaking down entirely. 

Unfortunately, Steve was the last crack that it took for his whole facade to shatter. 

Eddie didn’t have control over anything. He couldn’t make the townspeople believe his side of things or in his innocence. He couldn’t walk across the stage to pick up his diploma like he’d dreamed of doing for years. He couldn’t even breathe too deeply some days in fear of awakening a flare of chronic pain. 

What he could do though was keep a tidy trailer. He’d taken to organizing the fridge and cabinets in the kitchen in a way that only made sense to him. He’d color-coded his DnD notebooks and tapes in his room. Hell, he’d even organized Wayne’s remaining mug collection in order from most to least flattering colors. He had a system now in his home and it was quite literally the only thing keeping him together. 

So when Wayne dropped him off at home after a particularly grueling physical therapy session and found the kitchen reorganized, he might have lost it a little bit. And when he opened the fridge to find his travel cup of coffee missing, what other option did he have than to cry? He burst into loud, ugly sobs and melted to the floor. It wouldn’t help the pain in his scars when he tried to get back up but he needed to feel close to gravity again. 

Steve came running out of Eddie’s bedroom at the first cry and sunk to his knees beside him desperately. “Eddie, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Can you answer me?”

“Where’s my coffee? I had it on the door of the fridge but now it’s gone. Where is it?” He asked frantically. 

Steve just shook his head, “Eds, it was almost empty and it’s been there for days so I threw it away.”

There went his last shred of sanity. “I made it today! It was fine, you had no right to throw it away! That was the only thing I’ve been looking forward to! Fuck!”

“Eds, relax. There’s another coffee in there and you shouldn’t be drinking so much coffee anyways. The kitchen was really disorganized so I cleaned it up for you, I thought you’d be happy,” Steve said. 

Eddie just shook his head in response, tears still dripping from his face. “I’m the one that organized it! I have a fucking system, Steve! This is the one thing that I can control and you took it away! I asked you not to mess with anything, but you did it anyway.”

Steve just looked at him in confusion, “I just wanted to help-”

“Please leave, I can’t do this right now.” He needed to sob his emotions out in peace and then take a long, grieving nap. 

“Are we breaking up?” Steve whispered.

“No, I’m mad at you because you threw my coffee away and fucked up my system. I’ll call you later just… please leave for now. Please,” Eddie begged him. 

Steve shrugged, picked up his keys, and walked out the door. Then, Eddie was alone with a disastrously organized kitchen and a lack of coffee. They would talk this out later and establish boundaries so this never happened again. But for now, Eddie was alone with his depression, pain, and angst. With little else to do, he tucked his face into his knees and cried. 

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[krakenshaped]

Nothing boring about having your projects clearly named! what is couch about tho? :0

Brjskhdkqjdna if I don't clearly name them I'll lose them cause I play a lot of dnd and have so many docs in my drive (too many I need to gut my Google docs so baaad)

Couch is about Manjoume going to therapy and lamenting being unemployed LMAO I wrote it at the beginning of this year and never really did finish it (I got a big chunk of one shots collecting dust like that)

I'll grab a snippet for the funny 👇

"Therapy was one of those necessary chores, you told yourself in an attempt to coerce yourself into going every two weeks. Kind of like cleaning your room or paying the gas bill or walking the dog. 

Jun doesn't have a dog. Nor does Jun pay his gas bill or clean his room or even clean himself regularly. He does go to therapy though. In some sort of strange, hopeful way that therapy will somehow fix his problems and give him meaning to his life, or… Something. At least it somewhat helped him stop thinking so much. 

Perhaps 5 years ago from now, he wouldn't have expected to see himself in this place. Y'know, he thought by 21 he'd be doing something important with himself. He'd be in the pro leagues, all sleek black suits and shiny cars, a name that people knew - no respected.

It would be plastered on billboards, on advertisements, on shining lights. Manjoume Thunder. Not just Manjoume, youngest of three or Jun, duel academy's second biggest crackpot but something more. 

Maybe he'd even have a girl by his side. 

Maybe that girl would Asuka.

But he's not in the pro leagues. He's not in a fancy car. He's not even in his bedroom back home - wherever home is.

He's on Tenjouin's couch. 

He's been on Tenjouin's couch for around a year now. The lead up to that was a rollercoaster ride. Turns out after the world almost ends multiple times and you literally die and are brainwashed into joining a cult all while studying for midterms, you don't have a lot of patience for your shitty fucking brothers - who are both pretty mad that you're back at their mansion and not a baby Seto Kaiba. But then, Manjoume remembered, hey, I'm not 15 years old, I can defend myself now, and honestly, he could only last a couple of months having to butt heads with his brothers over any and every miniscule issue.

God forbid he breathe without somehow getting paid for it. Those assholes thought he was some sort of living cookie clicker for shitty card games.

So he did what most young adults with a brain do when their shitty, rich, totally not abusive brothers slash guardians are completely unbearable to live with. He stole Chosaku's credit card, took all available money out the account and used it until it was frozen. 

Which was totally fine. For like. A year. All he needed was enough money to survive on until he could get a job and start living for himself. Easy. Right? If everyone else can do it surely he can. I mean. How bad can it be? He just needs to pay for his rent right?

Ah, but. He also needs to feed himself.

Hmm… He also needs utilities to make that food. Not to mention to pay for aircon, I mean it's pretty fucking hot in the Kanto summers. You expect him to not have ac? He's also gonna need a computer to type up his job applications… and then an internet connection to submit those job applications… 

Internet is how much a month…?

You have to pay what for a TV license???

At least he lasted the year.

Which to be honest. Is more than he initially thought after he crunched the numbers. He doubts anyone else would be able to survive in these conditions. If there's one thing Osiris dorms taught him is that you can survive anywhere in this world with wits quick enough and your brothers credit card. However that didn't really last forever. Jun didn't think there was anything more difficult than finding an affordable living that doesn't compromise his luxurious taste, until he realised he has to convince people he's worth employing.

People ask for so much. He had no idea that the assholes that run the workplace could be so demanding. They want you to be qualified but apparently the ever-so-lofty PhD in dueling isn't a valid qualification and even if it was they also want you to have experience - the places that don't need experience want you to be young so they don't have to pay you a full wage and to top it off you have to answer every question correctly. That includes the small talk. Don't forget, they also want you to be able to drive because how else are you supposed to be here at 6 and finish at 9 when the first bus in the morning is at 5.59, and forget it altogether if you have anything else going on in your life, because even the most flexible of jobs will knock you back if you have additional commitments.

And so it took him back to Tenjoin. Because who else in this world is his backbone if not Tenjouin Fubuki? Who else will swaddle him in linen cloth and hold him to his bosom like the holy child if not Tenjouin Fubuki? His guiding light. The brother he never had. The harbinger of all knowledge and wisdom this world had to offer- 

"I'm glad you have a support system that's so reliable, Manjoume-san, however if we can loop back to the topic? We were talking about the Society of Light."

"Oh. Right."

#asks #kraken rambles #fanfic stuff

[papermonkeyism]

For the new year, I wish I'll get to hang out with people again.

This past year has been, frankly, pretty miserable, specially since early summer-ish when my DnD group went on a months long break. Wasn't the first one, nor the last one, but definetely the worst one. Don't really have other friends locally, aside from one old school mate.

Honestly it's been pretty bad ever since the start of the pandemic when we stopped hanging out outside of DnD sessions and my fave coffee places closed down along with couple of my fave restaurants, and I just... Stopped having a social life, but now it's so much worse. As said, I have one (1) friend outside of the group I sometimes go shopping with, and one of my DnD buddies hangs out with me maybe once a week to borrow my laundry machine for couple hours, and they are probably the only reasons I haven't broken completely so far.

But neither of them are storytelling people the same way I am, so I'm kinda holding back when we hang out, as I can't really go all in with my special interests on them.

Downsides of being socially awkward introvert.

The summer break from roleplaying was a trigger for anxiety and maybe the worst creative block of my life so far. As someone who basically thinks with a sketchbook it was pretty fucking stressful not being able to draw anything for several months!

I crave creation and storytelling, but my brain is made of goo. Like imagine if someone came and asked you to pick a water from a pool and hand it to them? But it's liquid! Can I get a cup or something, but they just scoff. You got hands, right, just pick one up and hand it over. So I'm just left trying to scoop handfuls of wet and grabbing nothing. Kinda how it feels.

Started marathoning Crit Role to distract myself from the worst of it and to have at least some kind of creative energy in my life, and consumed what must be over half a thousand hours of role playing. At least that was fun!

And when nights started stretching and seasonal depression started to creep into my already not-doing-good brain I started my routine of evening walks because at some point I was legitimately going stir crazy enough to explode otherwise.

It's also been my first full year of joblessness in a long while. I was already having hard time by the end of last year, because my brain has difficulty handling full time jobs for long stretches of time, and ten months in a row not being able to recharge was starting to weight on me, so I had made a plan to get my brain sorted out with the ADHD diagnosis and hopefully medication before applying for jobs again, but turns out the process took the entire year, and then some, and I still don't have the meds yet. I have been given the thumbs up on them, but turns out me stressing for the better part of a year has triggered blood pressure problems (runs in my family, so honestly probably just a matter of time, but it's still very inconvenient to happen right now), so I have to sort that out first before it's safe to try stimulant medication.

And then there was the death in the family and a close friend's cancer diagnosis (fingers crossed!) and I just haven't had a great time, you know.

January's going to go into medical stuff in the hope of getting the ADHD meds, so maybe I could one day grab those thoughts again. The unemployment office is also pestering me again, so we'll see how that'll go.

I think I'll see if I can make myself a regular at the new cat cafe in town. Cats make everything better. Also looking forwards to actualizing a tattoo plan or two! Springtime is coming too, eager to continue my evening walk routine with returning sunlight. And I really, really, really need to create something again.

So here's for what I sincerely hope to be a better year than this past one! Cheers.

#shut up paper

[infitsovermisfits]

idk if you’re taking requests rn but if they are could you write an eddie imagine where the reader plays bass in another band is outwardly really intimidating but once he somehow gets to know them they’re really soft and enjoy nerdy things, idk but hopefully you can figure something out lol

Hi! So sorry this took me so long to do anon ;-;

info: this was my first request ever?? fun! I had fun writing this sorry it took me about a week :p working on other things and I'm a little unmotivated but i like this... kinda. It went through a few idorations at one point i deleted all 2000 words because it was just really shit. switched perspectives and made it better ;P. it's.... it's okay :) thank u for the request tho anon!

WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, jason being an asshole and bullying reader,, Eddie being sweet- maybe ooc i really don't know, nerdy stuff. enjoy ? ;P

MASTERLIST

With a sigh, Eddie walked through the all too familiar, empty halls of Hawkins High, eyes flicking over the bright murals on the wall. There was a box in his hands, containing things he had to bring home so he could finish his most elaborate DnD campaign yet. He'd even committed to cancelling a few pick-ups after school so he could do as much work as possible, though he never got around to finishing. He needed this done in time for tomorrow evening. He hummed to himself quietly as he walked towards the exit, that hook from the Welfare song looping again in his head again as he turned the corner. He walked forward, then stopped with a slight frown. This wasn't the right way... How had he missed his usual turn? He'd stayed in this school an extra two years and still somehow got confused with the layout. If there was anyone to see him, he'd likely be embarrassed- but something else caught his attention.

There was music, not in his head, but playing gently through the hall. Through the music notes on the walls around him, he deciphered this was the music corridor, and that the school band was playing... But there was no brass- just the faint sounds of drums, a bass and a guitar. That piqued his interest. Slowly, he walked towards the sounds, mentally raking through the catalogue of songs and cords he had stored to try and figure out what was playing. He found himself outside one of the new practice rooms. He stood on his tip-toes to see through the window at the group inside.

He'd seen you around a few times- he'd said hello and gotten nods or small 'hi's' back from you occasionally, considering you were an outcast too, but he didn't know you could play bass. As if transfixed, he tilted his head, focusing on you. Your nose was scrunched in concentration, but you were beaming to yourself as you played along, shaking your head to the beat of the song. When a particularly challenging solo came up for you, you set all your focus on your slender, practised fingers plucking at the strings expertly and grinning. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. 

His hand lingered over the door handle to the room but didn't touch the cool metal beneath his fingertips. He allowed himself to stay there for a few more moments, before deciding he was being entirely too creepy watching you like this. With a resigned sigh, he moved to stand next to the door, appreciating the music from outside and leaning against a wall. He'd tell you after practice how well you did, and hope his natural charm would help him along to asking you out on a date. 

As the song came to a finish he turned to look at the door expectantly, only to hear chattering and laughter inside. He smiled to himself; he couldn't make out what anyone was saying, and he tried his best to try to match which muffled voice was yours. As the door opened he straightened, the voices coming in clearly,

"-and I'm telling you if you play like that tomorrow, we're bound to win," The drummer said excitedly, turning to you as you were pulling a jacket over your shoulders, 

"Yeah- if we're even allowed to compete- George's an asshole for not coming to practice today," The sound of your voice made him smile, and he could faintly see you from where he stood. The three band members hadn't noticed him yet, "Shit- what the fuck?" You muttered, shaking your arm. You appeared stuck in the jacket and the wires to some headphones around your neck. The bass you had been playing was sitting, propped up on a stand within the room- you weren't taking it home? "How did I even-"

"Look, we're gonna run," The other guitarist piped up, moving past you and the drummer, "See you tomorrow!" They said as they rushed out of the room, their voices fading away as they left. Eddie glanced at them, blinking to himself. They hadn't seen him- he'd never felt so sneaky in his life. He moved forward, watching you as you groaned, a string of curses leaving your lips as you removed the headphones, setting them on a chair and attempting to untangle them, then proceeding to try to wiggle out of the jacket's arms,

"I can help you if you need!" He spoke up. You winced at the suddenness of his voice and he grimaced, not intending to scare you, "Sorry, I was walking by and-"

"I got it," You said sharply, sighing as you unplugged the walkman hooked to your hip and quickly untangled yourself. You did give him a slight reassuring smile, before quickly putting on your jacket. You disappeared into the room, snatching up the headphones and putting them around your head to rest on your neck,

"Oh. Right..." He said awkwardly, moving to stand in the doorway so he could see you better. You grabbed keys from a nearby surface, hair and loose clothing swinging with your quick movements, "So I was walking by the rooms and I heard you guys practising and I thought-"

"Cool! That's nice," You said, giving him a tight smile as you quickly moved towards him. He moved out of the way, watching you lock the door quickly, 

"You haven't even heard what I had to say," He said with a small laugh. He quickly followed after you as you started walking quickly,

"I'm really sorry," You said, turning your head to look at him following you, "I've got a ride to catch- I really need to get home," You gave him an apologetic look, and he nodded, 

"That's alright! We can walk and talk," He assured you, managing to keep up with you almost jogging through the halls by taking large strides, "I heard you playing; you're really good," He said,

"Thanks. But we just practice-"

"No, no. I meant you," He said and grinned at the breathless 'thanks' that left our lips, "I mean, your band was great but you really-" You were at the exit already. You almost stumbled into the door, your bag falling from your shoulder and hitting the glass,

"Shit did they lock it?" You hissed, struggling with the door for a moment,

"It's-" He watched you struggle for a moment, seemingly not hearing him, "Hey- it's-"

"What?" You asked sharply, in a meaner tone than intended, turning to cast him a slight glare, 

"It's a pull door, not a push," He said, pointing a finger at the sticker. You quickly pushed it and grimaced,

"Fucking... Of course, it is," You huffed, "Sorry for yelling," You said sharply, adjusting your bag and quickly running through the door and down the stairs, "I'll see you around!" You yelled, and he watched you curiously as you yelled apologies to a black van that had begun driving off. As you approached, it violently stopped, and you pulled the side door open and disappeared inside.

"Damn..." He hissed to himself, frowning softly. He hadn't asked you your name before you left. He'd have to ask you next time... Or whenever he saw you next. One thing he did know was that you'd affected him somehow. Maybe you cast some magic spell because he hadn't felt his heart race like that for another person in a while. And so his quest to earn your affections began...

He realised he was being awfully quiet this lunch period, watching you across the room. The band members from the other day weren't there with you, and his mind fumbled for reasons why you were sitting alone at the corner of a table, picking at the lunch in your tray with a plastic fork. You were bopping your head to some music- your hair covered the headphones well. Subconsciously, he kept a wary lookout for any teachers coming to take them from you,

"Helloooo," He snapped back to his table, "Earth to Eddie?" Dustin said, looking at the older student quizzically, "What the hell are you looking at?" His newest recruit asked, and his friend Mike looked over in the direction he had just been. With an annoyed grumble, Eddie picked at the food in front of him,

"You've been quiet all lunch," Gareth asked, "What's happening, dude?" His friend asked. Eddie grimaced, before smiling at them and putting his hands together,

"Gentlemen," He addressed, "I may have just spotted us a new recruit," He said, raising his brows, "See they-"

"You speak like that to your mother, Carver!?" The yelling made him forget the words on the tip of his tongue as he looked back at you, now standing and furious. In the absence of his watchful gaze, you had been surrounded by the basketball team and were glaring furiously at Jason, 

"Don't bring my mother into this," He shot back, standing from where he had taken a seat next to you. The whole cafeteria was now watching you intently, whispering amongst themselves,

"Aww, or what?" You taunted, "You gonna go cry to your mommy?" You pouted, smirking devilishly and cackling as his face grew red. Before you knew it, the tray you had was grabbed and thrown at you, and you yelped, the cafeteria erupting with noise and yelling. 

The last time Eddie had moved that fast was last Saturday when he thought the cops were gonna bust him for selling to whatever buyer had heard of his business. He thought he'd die, tripping over multiple tree roots as he raced back towards his trailer and hopped through his window. He was a coward- and even though pissing off Jason was just part of the job now, he'd always bail whenever he'd get challenged to a fight. So why now, when he knew he'd gain nothing, was he weaving through the crowd to come to your aid. 

How foolish he was to think you needed anything. He saw it before he heard it- your hand quickly moving through the air and connecting with his cheek in a powerful snap that sent Jason reeling to the side. As the crowd now surrounding the spectacle burst into cheers and chants, urging you to fight, he managed to slip past them and grab your arm, pulling you away to safety and losing you in the mass of students, faintly hearing Jason yelling threats at the two of you. 

Your hand was warm in his. It was soft. It fit in his perfectly. If he wasn't so focused on taking you to safety, he'd kiss your knuckles and introduce himself like the gentleman he was. Once you were safely out of the crowd and in the far less busy hallways, he felt your hand getting yanked from his. He turned sharply, seeing you frowning as you pulled at the scraps of food lingering in your hair and sticking to your clothes,

"Ugh, Jesus," You muttered, "Gross..." You hissed, 

"Hey," He said, "I can take you to the bathroom and give you my jacket," He offered, already preparing to slide it off his shoulders,

"No," He was frankly stunned by the short reply. Your voice had dropped slightly, and you were clearly distressed, shoulders shaking, "I... Just leave me alone, okay?" Your tone was soft with him again, and as you looked up at him from under the hair that had fallen over your eyes, he looked sympathetic, 

"Alright," He held up his hands apologetically, "But just so you know uh... That slap was really badass," He said, smiling at you, "I mean wow I'm sure everyone in Hawkins High heard that," He added, smiling wider at the weak laugh you gave,

"I'm pretty sure there'll be a witch hunt if they find me. They won't stop till they have my head on a stick and all," You sniffled, eyes shimmering with tears,

"Right... Well, I know a cosy little spot out in the forest that I could take you to?" He offered, watching you, "Hey," He coaxed gently as he saw you looking off. And when your eyes met his, he felt his heart melt in his chest, "C'mon. I don't bite," He added, and you laughed again, fixing the strap of your bag and walking closer to him. 

You were quite the whole walk across the soccer field and kept looking around fearfully. Eddie couldn't help but feel sorry for you- he'd like to know why you were sitting alone today. Why Jason had chosen you as a target. If this usually happened... Why you were this quiet...

"Right here," He said, motioning with his hands to a stray picnic table in the centre of a clearing. Looking back down at you, he saw you pushing your hair out of your eyes to see better. There were tear tracks going down your face, and your eyes were wide as they looked around the area,

"Cozy..." You confirmed, nodding your head. As you turned to look at him, he smiled, motioning for you to walk forward. As your eyes left his, he allowed himself to frown worriedly, watching as you warily approached one side of the bench. You set your bag on the bench and pulled your legs over the wood, sitting down and putting your head on your arms. He walked closer, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders and looking at the thick leather one in his arms. He moved closer to you and gently tapped your arm. Your head shot up to look at him, and he motioned with the jacket,

"For you," He said, placing it carefully over your shoulders, making sure his rings wouldn't get caught in your hair. He patted the shoulders gently, before circling around the bench, "Where's the rest of your band?" He asked curiously, turning his back to you as he walked slowly, not sitting down at first. He walked further into the clearing, glancing at the orange leaves that fall brought along, "I noticed you sitting by yourself and uh... I was gonna come over and invite you to sit with us," He smiled, turning to look at you. Your eyes were still wet and you were looking off into the distance with a misty, far away gaze, "Uhm... Your music! I was supposed to ask you yesterday but you were in a rush," He said, smiling as he began to slowly pace, "I thought you were really great- you played phenomenally up there," He beamed. Your face didn't change at the compliment, "Where'd you learn how to play like that? Did you get lessons or teach yourself?" He walked back over to the bench, "I tried to teach myself how to play at first but I needed more practical lessons-"

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Your voice was raspy slightly as you spoke up. He blinked, freezing where he stood, one leg over the seat on the bench and his lips parted. His eyes fell to the headphones in your hands, which you pulled off of your head. Right... He gave you a smile and sat down across from you, tapping his hands on the wood,

"Yeah, just uh... Hi, my name is Eddie Munson," He said, reaching a hand out across the table. You set your headphones around your neck, moving a hand to pause the track playing through the device. He could hear it- the same solo he heard you play yesterday. Your hand slid into his and squeezed as he shook your hand,

"Hi Eddie," You greeted, letting his hand go and dropping it to your lap. Your gaze fell to the numerous scratches and crude drawings that marked the wood as you told him your name. He nodded, saying hello back, 

"Thought you should know the name of your saviour," He joked, but it didn't seem to land with you as you nodded your head and avoided his gaze. He shifted so both his hands were on the table, one outstretched and the other bent so he could rest his chin in his hand and gaze at you. He felt a warm sensation fill his blood at the sight of you transfixed by the rings on his fingers. Wiggling them, he spoke up, earning your attention again, "You can come here whenever you want," He assured, "Almost no one knows this is here so your safe from the hunting party," He smiled at you reassuringly, watching you nod along.

 He still watched you curiously, head tilted to the side as you sat in silence. From the ground shaking by his foot and the way your left arm was moving, he guessed you were tapping your leg anxiously. With a small sigh, he glanced around, looking at your bag and looking over the pins on it,

"So," He spoke up, "You were playing bass yesterday, right?" He asked, and you nodded, "I wanted to tell you you did amazing," Your eyes lit up at that, and a small smile ghosted your lips. There it is, he thought,

"You did?" You asked in a small voice, and he found his heart beat a little faster. He nodded his head with a small hum 

"Yeah- I mean, you're basically like Geezer dude,"

"You listen to Black Sabbath?" You asked eagerly, your eyes shining with excitement,

"Are you kidding?" He grinned, "Of course, I listen to Black Sabbath, they're the greatest band ever. I was asking you before if you're self-taught or did you get lessons?" He asked, leaning forward curiously, "Or are you uh... Naturally gifted?" He asked, and you laughed softly,

"I see, I see," You nodded, moving your hands to pull his jacket over your shoulders more "You trying to steal my secrets, Munson?" You asked playfully. His brain stops functioning momentarily and all he can do is let out a small chuckle until the words can form in his mouth. He has to shake his head and collect himself, and when he does, he finds the smile on his face won't leave,

"Ahah- yeah, I... I'm always looking for tips on how to play better myself," He said, smiling, and you nod along,

"Right, right," You said. You begin with a small sigh, "Well, I've always enjoyed music. Listening, playing, singing. It's cause my family's super musical. My mom was in choir and band and my dad had his own band years ago. He's who gave me my sick taste in music," You said playfully, "Mom doesn't mind it but it's 'not her favourite'," You made air quotes, "She's still super supportive and encouraging of me though. We always had this huge piano at home and she'd play it occasionally. Apparently, when I was a baby, hearing music was the only way to get me to sleep," You smiled at him, "When I grew up, she'd let me sit with her and eventually taught me how to play that. Then my dad gave me his old bass and he's been teaching me," You explained

"Woah- so you're still fairly new?" He asked, curiously,

"Well, I wouldn't say fairly new. I never entirely got the hang of guitars because my hands are too small and dainty," You said playfully, moving your hands out in front of you to show him, before wiggling your fingers. Your nails had bits of black nail polish chipping off of them, and there were exactly three rings on your hands- two on your right, one on your left. One was on your thumb, the other on your middle finger; one was on your other middle finger. He wouldn't let his mind wander to how skilled they must be if they can play the piano and bass. He sucked in a small breath and glanced back at your face when you snatched them back, "So my dad thought I'd play better on bass. Once I got the basics down, I'd just practise whenever I had the time. Sometimes I'd... I'd put on the radio and try to play along to any song- even if they didn't have a bassline," You said, before glancing away, "It sounds lame but it's fun-"

"I don't think it's lame at all. It's cool" He said quickly, "It's your way of learning, and helping you get better," He said,

"Yeah?" You smiled, reaching a hand into your bag. He watched your movements for a moment, before speaking up again,

"Yeah, defiantly," He spoke, "You know, I play the guitar too," You looked up at him again, and he held your gaze. In his peripheral vision, he could see your hand moving in the bag, blindly searching,

"Hah- I play bass, not guitar, there's a difference," You said with a sly grin, and he laughed,

"Of course, yes, I'm sorry for offending you- oops," your bag falls over the end of the table, contents spilling on the brown leaves. He instantly bends to help pick up your fallen things,

"Hey, it's fine I've got it," You assured, setting the bag on the table and moving away from the seat to pick things up, 

"I'll help," He assured, glancing at you and nodding. You let out a small sigh, but he could see your smile return,

"Thank you so much," You said gently, your hand brushing against his rings as you picked up your books,

"Yeah, no problem..." He straightened, looking over the book you had taken out from the library and plucking a leaf that had come between the pages, "I didn't realise you liked Tolkien," He commented, giving you a look as he held up the copy of 'Lord of the Rings',

"This? Oh yeah- my little brother got it from school and told me to read it to him as a bedtime story but he got bored of it so he returned it before I could read the rest. Think I made it about thirty pages and he was out," You laughed, grabbing the book from him, "I kinda got hooked. Now I just wanna finish it by myself,"

"Haha- right. I get that. It is long, but the details-" He gushed,

"Right?" You grinned, fixing the placements of your school books inside the bag, "All the details he puts in- it's so vivid. It's like he went to Middle Earth himself!" You smiled. He nodded. It was already great enough that you shared a similar music taste, and were in a band, but now that he knew you had an interest in fantasy? He must've done something to appease the big man above because God, you were perfect. The conversation shifted between your shared interests, band, music and fantasy, and that's when he found out you were interested in DnD,

"Hold on, hold on- Dungeons and Dragons?" He asked,

"Yes! Played it at summer camp once and I loved it and- oh my God you just jogged my memory!! Can't believe I forgot about that game," You sighed, "I wonder if anyone still plays it," He stared at you with wide eyes momentarily, "What?" You asked with a grin, "What??" You repeated as he said nothing. He had only brought it up because he felt a strange object beneath his shoe, and when he'd picked it up, it'd been a red and black D20. You had it between your fingers, picking at the mud with your fingernails. He then spread his arms, leaning back and gesturing to his shirt. For a moment you stared confused, eyes flicking down to his chest, "Oh my God!!" You exclaimed as it clicked,

"Yeah," He laughed,

"What the hell- how have we never met before??" You grinned excitedly shifting forward, closer to him,

"I mean I tried yesterday-"

"Shit, I'm so sorry," You gasped, "I-"

"It's alright, you needed a ride, I get it," He smiled, watching you,

"Hold on- what's the time?" You asked worriedly, glancing at the watch on his wrist,

"Mmm, four twenty-eight," He said with a surprised infliction in his voice. He was late to the Hellfire meet up,"

"Fuck!!" You exclaimed, "I have- my band- ugh," You stumbled as you quickly got up, "Shit, shit," You hissed, and he quickly stood too, 

"Hey, it's fine," He said quickly, "I c-"

"No! It's not-" You sighed, "Sorry for yelling again, it's just that I have- we have 'Battle of the Bands' tonight and we were all supposed to go and now they're probably gone without me-" You rambled, dropping your bag on the ground and groaning as you picked it back up,

"I'll drive you," He said quickly. Eddie had two priorities in life: listen to good music and don't get caught by the cops. Well, maybe he had more but at this moment, seeing you so nervous made him determined to get you there,

"Wha...?" You questioned, stopping to push hair out of your eyes, "You don't even-"

"Where're you playing?" He asked, taking out his keys and twirling them slightly, the many keychains rattling in his fingers, "Come on- tell me on the way," He said, leading you quickly out of the clearing and to the almost empty parking lot.

 Your band members, although angry at your lateness, had calmed when you arrived with Eddie no less. He stayed in the crowd while you played, and you kept making eye contact with each other throughout the show and grinning like idiots. Somewhere in his heart, he knew he'd be bound to you forever. He was willing to drive you to any show you wanted if it meant seeing you so happy and free, playing like you did tonight. And it was a good thing he kept the dice you'd dropped in his pocket so he had the chance to give it to you when you next saw each other. Then again with one of your rings, then again with a necklace, then with various guitar picks. And so forth until you playfully relented and agreed to date him. 

Then he didn't need a reason to steal from you anymore. He only did it to piss you off. 

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