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mrwinterr · 7 months

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enjoy the ride | ~preview

Pairing: Eddie Munson x PornStar!Female Reader

Summary: Eddie meets his favorite actress. It's you. You’re his favorite adult film star.

Warnings: None right now, but will be 18+ (smut) so no minors plz.

Disclaimer: None of the spooky events of the Stranger Things (2016) series take place in this piece. Everything is just where it’s at because this is made up.

Pre A/N: I've had this in my docs for a while, so instead of letting it rot, I'm posting a preview. Enjoy, I guess.

Eddie didn’t have plans for the weekend. No event to deal at, no gig booked, no campaign prepared, just the prospect of hoping to relax, a simple night in.

So for him, it was a surprise to run into you since you’d graduated. He couldn’t help but notice the slight transformations you’d undergone. You had seldom spoken to Eddie throughout the school years except for in passing or the occasional transactions involving substances, which had been mere business rather than personal. He thought you were cute back then, but with the passing of time, it had brought about significant growth and development, catching Eddie’s full attention once more.

His mind raced as he contemplated the possibilities that lay before him. The thought of reconnecting with you, a gateway to a possibility of exploring a potential deeper connection. Would he come up and say hi to you? Spit out something witty? Sell you more weed? Ask about what movie you’re looking at or how have you been since leaving him in the educational prison? Not that it was your fault he got held back… Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, his fight or flight mode was activated and he chose to flee.

He nearly knocks heads with Steve as he crashes into the counter, startling Robin at the register.

“Jesus, dude, what’s the rush? We still have half an hour before we close,” Steve says, annoyance seeping in.

“Did you guys know you have a fucking movie star in your store?!” Eddie whispers loudly disregarding Steve’s remark and the weird stare from Robin.

Bewildered by this question, the two exchanged confused looks in response to his words. The store was so dead, and your hushed presence as you browsed through their selections, had caused them to forget they weren’t alone. As far as they were concerned it was just Eddie inside the building with them. They just wanted to close up shop and go home.

You weren’t looking for any movie in particular actually, but when you noticed Family Video now had added an adult section you were curious to see the collection they offered, even more that some of your films made it on the shelf.

You didn’t care that your face was on display, especially in a small town of close minded people to see. It was your life after all. You were here for a good time, not a long time, right? Not to mention it was kind of an ego booster to know that the people who didn’t give you the time of day now wanted you or at the very least, good or bad, thoughts of you invaded their minds. It was sadistic and at the same time amusing because oh, had the tables turned.

A smirk etched its way upon your lips as the realization washed over you - you had made it…in some sense. Perhaps not to the heights of stardom, but in that moment, it felt as though you were on top of the world, a quiet victory.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie was a fan of your work, a fan of your movies. It had all started when he rented a different tape starring his then former favorite actress. You were in the bonus scene included. You instantly stole the spotlight for him that instead of finishing off to a full movie, he managed to with a short three minute preview of you. It didn’t take him long to make a connection as to why you looked familiar.

Going back to her closing duties, Robin turns away from the conversation as Steve holds his slightly irritated gaze at Eddie trying to make sense of what he was talking about.

“Who are you talking about?” He asks, response laced with confusion seeking clarity.

Eddie’s disbelief was evident as he blinked once, then a few more times, and shaking his head, unable to comprehend that they were unaware of the other person that was in the same building as them.

“Y/N!” He finally answers them, “Y/N is here,” he says again, pointing discreetly in the direction of the secluded area of the store, the pair realizing it was from the adult section.

Met with blank stares, Eddie let out a sigh of defeat escape his lips, shoulders slumped in the process, displaying clear disappointment in his friends. You were a big thing to him and the lack of shared enthusiasm only deflated his mood. The disconnect between their understanding of your presence and his own excitement weighed heavily on Eddie’s spirit as he quickly realized that they didn’t recognize you.

“Y/N. Y’know…Hawkins High Class of ‘84. Pornstar Y/N,” Eddie hints.

“Pornstar?” Robin questioned, surprise evident in her voice.

“Y/N? Sweet, quiet, Y/N?” Steve asked, seeking confirmation as if he couldn’t believe what his friend was saying.

“Yes, that Y/N!” Eddie affirmed.

The same sense of smug satisfaction stayed with you and only increased with the conversation you overheard when you made your way to checkout.

As you eavesdropped on Eddie’s hurried conversation with Robin and Steve, you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the intensity and urgency in his voice, especially when he was talking about you. The words spilled from his mouth in a rapid succession that left Steve and Robin struggling to keep up.

“Hold up. Did you say she’s a pornstar now?” Robin asked, needing further clarification to which Eddie nodded in response.

“Wait, how do you know that?” Steve asks only to be met with Eddie’s widened eyes conveying a “how else do you think, idiot?” kind of way.

“Oh! Ew, dude!” Steve yells, expressing his disgust before backing away.

“You had to ask,” Robin chuckled, finding the situation now amusing.

“Come on, man. Grow up. It’s totally normal,” Eddie retorted, debunking Steve’s appalled demeanor. Robin nodded in agreement.

“Still, I don’t want to think about it,” Steve insisted, crossing his arms.

“Whatever. Did you guys know she was even in here?” Eddie asked.

“No. I guess we forgot when you got here. She’s probably been here for a while,” said Steve.

“She got here a little before you did,” Robin suddenly recalls, "I remember now because Dingus flirted up a storm with her.”

“Don’t start with that,” Steve quickly defends himself, “I wasn’t the only one doing the flirting,” he added as the two revived their unsettled debate from earlier.

“Shut up!” Eddie shouts, silencing the two, “She’s been in here that long and I’ve been walking around this place like a damn tool wasting my time?” he exclaimed in frustration.

“Well, what would you have done if you knew I was here?” You piped up, throwing Eddie a curveball, your smooth voice catching all three of their attention.

Eddie spun around, his mouth opening and closing without uttering a single world. He struggled to grasp his own thoughts, attempting to decide on his next move. Every ounce of self-confidence he just had seemed to evaporate from his being as his eyes traveled up and down your figure.

Post A/N: I'll finish this someday...but thoughts?

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson #smut #mrwinterr writes

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simp4konig · 8 months

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"Can I sit here?" König X Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 3060

*Part one?

*Slow burn?

*Strangers to Friends (to Lovers?)

Not decidedany of those yet 😶

Edited on 23/8/2023 for some grammar tweaks.

*!!Fanfic inspired by @theeggrollslord's drawing on Twitter!! I really wanted to use their art as the cover for this fanfic, but due to me not having an Twitter (or X 🤮) account, and not knowing whether the original artist consents to people reposting their art, I held back. 😿 If anyone knows whether they are able to give me permission or are cool with it, please let me know!! ☺️

*Author has played MW1 + 2... but not the newest reimagines. 😭 all I remember from the campaign is that Shepherd shot Ghost in the face,but in NO way did he look as fine as he does now ☠️☠️

*Author does NOT speak German... but can use Google Translate !!😊

As is customary with all foreigners, English is not my first language!. Pls do not bully me if my grammar is bad i will cry 😢

König sat by himself in the cafeteria.

Three sausages, a spoonful of beans, and two eggs alongside a 500ml water bottle were all that consisted of his daily breakfast. Hash browns would be served raw, and the bagels were solid enough to break teeth when bitten into. He didn't even want to consider the sandwiches, as their stale, stinking cheese and slick ham made him gag. A pity that they didn't serve Bratwurst or order authentic — hell, even half-decent — eggs, as the meat in his sausages tasted out of date and the yolks were a dull yellow. The beans weren't even Heinz.

Looking at the cheap slop on his tray made him lose his appetite. At least the water was drinkable, but its taste was peculiar at best.

König sighed.

Every day "eating" the same breakfast, sitting in the same spot, at the same time.

To say that he enjoyed the routine of the barracks would be an overstatement, as he felt oppressed by the monotony: rigorous and thorough briefings pre-missions; intense training three times a day; shooting drills and target practice right after the sun barely opened its eye or into late hours of the evening when it was hard to see. Yet he couldn't complain, and forced himself to appreciate the predictable structure of the barracks.

After all, routine meant safety.

Knowing the details of the misson and the intel required guaranteed a flawless operation. Knowing how exactly to eliminate an opponent in any given situation meant that it made the job even easier. Knowing when to dive for cover to avoid a rain of bullets and the rumbling thunder of machine guns in an active shootout equalled survival.

And knowing that you intimidated everyone on base at least made social interactions easier. All of these extended his life expectancy, yet by how much was anyone's guess.

Being a 6'10 wall of a pure muscle made him the perfect human bulldozer, and paired with his animalistic instincts taking over while on the battlefield, he struck fear in even his own teammates.

Most of the time, König didn't even need to use a gun, as he could snap an enemy's neck faster than they could blink; and, even if they could do that, they wouldn't be able to react fast enough as he manhandled their body like a rag doll and snapped their spine in half over his knee. Quick and easy kills. Other times, frantic stabs in the abdomen, chest or neck finished with a harsh cut of the throat sufficed when sneaking, and allowed him to release any pent of frustration he felt that he wouldn't have been able to relieve through strangulation alone.

Yet, all of the time, seeing König's brutality first-hand made his teammates lose their balance and struggle to collect themselves during the mission, fearing that he would turn to indiscriminately killing anyone that had the misfortune of entering his field of vision. Compared to König's animalistic instincts taking over in an active firefight and causing bloodshed, his allies putting down enemies with a bullet to the head seemed merciful, and even kind.

Unlike friendships, killing people was easy. Keeping good relations with people was difficult enough for König to begin with — with his first hurdle being his social anxiety, and the hurdle of others being getting used to his frightening exterior — and it grew more and more into a challenge as he moved up the ranks, until his position as Colonel made him feared, not respected. People avoided his eyes, and kept conversations to a minimum, bowing their heads in fear, not respect.

After witnessing him maul enemies like a feral animal, König walking down the barracks had people scuttling away like rats in opposite directions, a horde of people dissipating in an instant. Crowded rooms with rowdy laughter suddenly were brought to silence once he made the mistake of entering, with people speaking in hushed whispers or not even speaking at all, opting to escape before their colonel addressed them.

Truth of the matter was, König never wanted to be a colonel. He'd had rather been the one receiving orders than the one making them, as his social anxiety in front of innumerable pairs of expectant eyes put pressure on him in the moment and made it near impossible to let a single word out.

He was not a natural born leader: he knew it, everyone knew it; but he kept his position solely due to his ruthlessness in action and his cold efficiency, as there was no one like him that could come close to imitating his behaviour.

Then, to say that he enjoyed the daily routine of life in the barracks was a stretch to say the least. The thrill of killing on missions and the primal adrenaline that took over his veins and clouded his senses could not be more of a contrast to this boredom and overwhelming isolation on base: of every day sitting in the same damned spot; of every day pretending to eat the same damned food; and, of every damned day being avoided by the other operators to be at a peace he was forced to accept, whether he liked it or not. What a miserable life to live.

The beans on his plate looked menacing, and he had the urge to crush each one individually until they'd stop sneering at him so, as being judged by off-brand beans was running his patience thin. Yet, he wouldn't do that, as everyone else would view him as not only a brute but a mentally unstable lunatic who was now using food scraps as an outlet for his temper; so, he resorted to just picking at the rations instead. His head was in his palm, and his gaze went elsewhere, his pale blue eyes drooping.

So engrossed in absentmindly pushing the beans on his tray with his fork and contemplating what went wrong with him that he did not hear the footsteps walking towards him.

You cleared your throat. "E-excuse me, sir, but can I sit here?"

König looked up, and saw a young recruit hovering over him with a small brown paper bag in their hands. Your face was one he hadn't seen before around here, and you weren't in the standard military uniform, so he assumed that you were perhaps a groundsperson of sorts.

Your ignorance of him was probably the only reason you dared approach him, as any other person would have avoided his table at all costs and gotten whiplash from how quickly they'd turn their head the other way. However, he was glad that he didn't intimidate everyone that encountered him, and was internally thanking you for giving him a chance. Some hope.

Feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinising stare, you tugged the collar of your t-shirt and struggle for words.

"S-sorry," you begun, sheepishly looking down at the floor. A rub of the neck and a shuffling of feet. "It's just... all of the other tables are crowded, and I don't know anyone here well. And yours—" You looked at him, shooting him a lopsided grin, "—yours is empty."

"I understand," he stated, before looking back down at the mush on his tray. "Not a problem."

You gulped, feeling like he was dismissing you, and beginning to regret approaching him. "Are you sure, sir? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Look at you, he thought, so thoughtful over his feelings. When was the last time anyone bothered to ask him how he felt, or treated him like a human being?

"Ja. I am sure."

Still standing, unsure as to how to interpret the tone of his statement, you shot him a shy smile and sat down at a reasonable distance from the man, beginning to unpack the contents of your bag.

König kept stealing glances of you from under his eyebrows, trying to be discreet. Although he actually was uncomfortable — not used to company in the slightest, especially with someone so polite and courteous — he was oddly drawn to you.

He was thankful that you were oblivious to his status around these parts, and he wanted to leave a decent first impression on you before you finally overheard the true rumours about him, and paid attention to how quiet the cafeteria had gotten now that you two were sat together.

The thing was, he didn't know where to begin.

Communication was not his strong suit. He mused over potential ways of starting a conversation, yet not only had he never been faced with a situation like this, the language barrier was ever so present. Perhaps if he could speak to you in German he'd be able to formulate his thoughts better, yet at the moment it felt like all his knowledge of English seemingly evaporated in an instant.

"You prepared well your breakfast," he stated plainly, angling for any kind of small talk. He internally cringed at the order of those words and how wrong that sentence sounded in his voice, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

An awkward smile. "—W-wow. Thank you, sir!"

König felt his chest tighten, but he didn't know why.

"My first day on base I had the misfortune of being served breakfast," you continued, "so, from then on I decided right then and there "never again". The food—" you laughed weakly, "—sure is something."

"Du hast recht," agreed König. "I mean... You are right. If I had a dog, I never would feed it this— these... scraps."

You could sense König hungrily devouring your food with his eyes. Although he tried to be subtle, he was not good at going unnoticed. Really, stealing glances of this behemonth in front of you, you kind of pitied the man, especially when the next edible meal would be in precisely 5 hours. With his breakfast beaten and bruised into an unrecognisable pulp, it was definitely too late for him to consume.

Mourning your sandwiches, you silently bid them farewell and took a deep breath:

"Well, sir. I would assume that you're hungry." You took out the contents from your bag and slid them in front of him, smiling meekly. "You can have my breakfast."

He looked down at your two sandwiches and his eyes visibly widened under his hood; four thick slices of sourdough bread, a generous slather of butter, cheese, rocket lettuce, and thinly sliced pieces of meat, topped with tomatoes, and most likely seasoned with spring onion and pepper.

They looked so appetising, and he felt his mouth salivate, yet he shook his head vehemently. "Nein! Ich sollte das nicht tun, nicht, wenn du dich so sehr bemüht hast!"

You tilted your head in confusion. König mentally facepalmed.

"I-I mean... you tried very hard, and it isn't right of me. They are yours."

You waved a dismissive hand. "Honestly, you need them more than me. Have them."

"Einer wird ausreichen," He shook his head again, and picked up one slowly. "One will be enough."

He reached over to take one and you looked at him expectantly, patiently waiting for him to take a bite and give you his thoughts, yet it hit you. He was wearing his mask. He probably wouldn't eat in front of you.

A cough. "S-sorry. I'll look away while you eat it. Tell me what you think about it."

König practically shoved the entire thing in his mouth the moment your back faced him and and started choking. He saw you turning back to assist, but he raised a weak hand to stop you.

Getting over his coughing fit, he could finally appreciate the freshness and the flavour of the sandwich. It tasted of... nostalgia. Like the sandwiches his Mama would make for him after school to reassure him and to take his mind off the day's events. He felt like a young boy again. When he closed his eyes, for a split-second he imagined he was in the kitchen with his mother chatting energetically, taking his plate and ruffling his hair when he had finished and feeding him another, insisting that he "was a growing boy".

"So köstlich..." he said, and was disappointed to see that the sandwich was gone from his hands, already eaten. "Mein gott, that was perfekt. A sandwich of the Gods."

You turned around and you were beaming so brightly that König swore he would need to shield his eyes from the sight.

"Thank you so much! You don't know how happy that makes me."

You looked at him, your smile unwavering. "Do you know what would make me happier?"

He gave you a blank look. "...No?"

"If you ate the other one," you said, and König's eyes widened comically. "Though, please, be careful. Sandwiches can sure be a choking hazard," you dared tease him, and was actually surprised when he let out a quiet chuckle.

After savouring his second sandwich, the two of you were quiet. Although the tension had evaporated, the silence was deafening, and you felt suffocated by the lack of conversation.

"Uhm... Sir. What is your name?" A hesitant start, your hands folded neatly in your lap. "If it isn't too much of a personal question, of course."

He deliberated for a few moments, before responding with a quiet "König."

"König," you repeated, making sure to pronounce it properly. Your eyes widened in realisation, and you smiled broadly. "That's King, in German, right? That's so funny, because I go by King!"

König froze up like a statue.

"Holy fucking shit, what are the chances?" You rambled, not realising how quiet König had become. "Honestly, what are we doing here? Where are our castles, our riches? Our chariots led by silver horses and our toilets made of 24 carat gold?"

König shrugged stiffly. "Blown up by a grenade, I suppose."

You looked at him, dumbfounded, then burst into laughter. Like, fits of giggles, too many of them and too strong for his unbelievably dry response. Maybe that's why you were laughing so hard.

Either way, König couldn't believe it at first.

It was so... beautiful. Almost angelic in a way, despite you holding yourself up with a palm on the table and unable to contain your pig-like snorts. He could get used to hearing you laugh more often.

And, just like that, he dropped his guard. Slowly, all of his stiffness melted, and he became more of his confident self, this trait only ever coming out when he was actively shooting.

The two of you spent the entire length of breakfast chatting, joking, and telling each other things about each other. Although König insisted that his English wasn't good, you assured him that you understood him just fine — if anything, his confused looks and furrowed eyebrows at idioms you used were adorably endearing, each time earning a sympathetic giggle from you.

At some point — and though he would've been ashamed to admit it — he tuned out the babbling that came out of your mouth as he admired your face, noting all of your features: the colour of your eyes and how they'd crinkle in happiness whenever you smiled; the way your hair flowed and framed your face; taking the time to count all of the freckles on your nose and committing the number to memory.

He'd only catch himself staring when you'd suddenly finish talking. "But what do I know, I'm kind of stupid if you ask me. It's a wonder I passed the tests to qualify for this job in the first place."

You locked eyes with him, interested in hearing what he had to say. "What do you think, König? I bet you know the answer!"

To which he'd quickly clear his throat and respond with, "Ich weiß nicht. I don't know. To be... frank, though that is strange for me to say when I am not "Frank"—"

You struggled to struggle to contain your laughter, and quickly apologized as soon as you stopped shaking, before attempting to explain to this clueless Austrian man why it was used. König didn't feel demeaned by your explanation, though, as he thought that his blunders would be worth it every time if it meant hearing you laugh so sweetly.

To König's dismay, half an hour flew by in minutes, and it was time to part ways as you began your daily duties.

As the two of you stood up, you initially had realised that König was taller than the average man based off how his knees could barely fit under the table.

You sure as fuck did not expect to see this.

He towered over you, casting a shadow down below. You had to strain your neck to make eye contact with him, and a painful cramp was already forming.

"Ha—ha.... you're pretty, uh... big."

That statement had more than one connotation. Gott sei Dank für diese Maske, he thought. Thank God for this mask, otherwise you would have seen the blush from his neck up to his ears after his mind went to a place he hadn't thought it'd go, especially not with a person he had formally met not even an hour ago.

"Oh well, I can finally put those 4-inch combat boots in the bottom of my closet to good use," you laughed, playfully nudging what meant to be his shoulder but your height difference meant that you instead touched his pec. Not that you minded though.

With your arms behind your back, you shyly averted your gaze. "Well... It was nice to meet you, König."

"You too... King."

Furrowing of brows as you tilted your head. "How do you say it in German? "Auf Wiedersehen"?"

"Ja, das ist es."

"Well then, Auf Wiedersehen, big guy. I'll see you around!"

Big guy... In more ways than one...

God. König had to get a grip.

Yet, with the way he was looking at your backside and fantasizing about your next meeting, he already knew that not even Gott could help him.

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Note: I HATE this fucking fanfiction WITH MY SOUL 🤬🤬. This fucking thing was NEARLY FINISHED and I was in the process of tweaking yet my phone decided to erase half of my progress !!!! 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

My phone 📵 and God 🤬 didn't want this fanfiction getting published yet guess what!!! 🖕🖕🖕🖕Fuck you!!!🖕🖕🖕 Ive gotten it out anyways🗣️ fucking shaved a decade off of my life trying to recovervthe opening part of this fic,,

,,,,literally why did I get punished for writing a very mild and unextreme fanfic 😭😭😭😭 like the first half was just in Königs perspective and Ur telling me that i can't do that?????

I mf get fucking crucified like Jesus on the cross, only this time I sarcificed my sleep and sanity to not be ressurected again,, bitch I would have rather died if I had known tjis would happen ☠️☠️ I could have actually SLEPT?!! 🤬🛌

Never again writing fanfictiosn on my phone, I can't trust this evil technology!! I'm gonna draft them with PEN and PAPER bitch!!!! Typewriter!!!!!!!! Chalk On Pavement™!!!!!!!!!!!! PERMANENT MARKER ON MY FOREHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...

If you read this rant of mine, I hope you have a lovely day/night, beautiful person. <33 (please wash your eyes after reading that,,I needed to release my anger somrjow don't judge me hhhhhhhHHHH—)

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teecupangel · 1 month

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Yes public answering is allowed.

Take your time, I know I am not the only one with asks.

Desmond Miles, Malik Al-Sayf, Kadar Al-Sayf, Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad, Leonardo Da Vinci and Ezio Auditore all playing Dungeons and Dragons pre canon (pre AC.) Desmond has no idea who his friends are cause he didn't pay attention to history lessons and drowned out his father after awhile of his bloodline importance speeches. Kadar is the Dungeon Master/Storyteller. Malik and Altaïr play Paladin and Cleric respectively. Ezio pretty much plays himself, charming flirt. Leonardo, plays powerful characters since he feels powerless often. His friends enjoy Desmond's company that when he goes missing they step up to find him. And Desmond's mind is blown after viewing Altaïr's memories that he figures out who the other two are.

Once again take your time.

Okay.

What if Altaïr is in a forced sabbatical?

Maybe it’s similar to what happened in 1191 where Altaïr’s actions led to the death of someone. Maybe it’s because he deliberately got between their team and the Brotherhood under William Miles.

If you want to keep Clay alive, maybe he saved Clay and that led the Templars and the Assassins into almost recognizing him so they’re all lying low.

Altaïr being not allowed to leave the house is his punishment XD

Malik is an inch away from actually strangling the man with the lan cable for his computer because a bored Altaïr is an annoying one and Kadar took a part time job because he’s that bored.

Kadar met Desmond because his part time job is a delivery man for a specific brand of alcohol that Bad Weather keeps on stock.

Kadar recognized him immediately as William miles’ runaway son and befriended him because he’s curious.

Their friendship leads to Desmond admitting he’s curious about DnD but doesn’t have friends to play with. Kadar invites him because he has online friends that he actually plays DnD with (one of those friends being Rebecca and, if you want a watch_dog reference, Wrench) so he gets the others to play DnD as well because they’re all varying degrees of noobs.

Also, this way, Altaïr would actually have something to do XD

Before Desmond gets there, Kadar makes them promise not to talk about anything Assassin related because Desmond is the first actual offline friend Kadar has made that wasn’t part of the whole ‘we sorta got reincarnated/transmigrated into the future but we’re not gonna talk about that I guess’ thing.

(I’m using http://dnd5e.wikidot.com/ for character info and I am absolutely not sure if they’re already available by 4e XD)

Unorganized Notes:

Kadar uses 4e rules but is fast and loose with them (because I wish to give them 5e but 5e was relased in 2014 TTATT). Leonardo makes the minis but Kadar makes the maps (he does check online for references). It’s his own campaign but his online DnD group helps him (he actually plays a Rogue online named ‘Altair’ without the ‘ï’ because he’s still a fanboy)

Everyone agreed Rogue is off-limits because they might all choose Rogue and also to not tip Desmond off so no one is a Rogue. Desmond screws this up by actually picking Rogue. Desmond actually goes for Assassin Rogue because he loves irony XD His backstory is that he left a cult of assassins as a child and is trying the adventurer life. Everyone just feels a bit awkward when he told them that backstory but Desmond just breezed through that so it was just for a moment XD

Malik is an Oath of Vengeance Paladin who share the same deity as Altaïr. In-game, this is because Altaïr is a Cleric on a mission to appease their god and Malik is there to keep him in check. Out of game, Malik wants to be the one to finally annoy Altaïr this time around and this backstory gives him an excuse to do it.

Altaïr is an Arcana Domain Cleric who is on a mission of redemption as ordered by his deity. The reason why he’s in a road of redemption is unclear and it’s clear that Altaïr has no respect for his deity. In-game, everyone who worship the same deity call him their god’s ‘Chosen’ and he hates it (Kadar absolutely loves to ham out the worshipping of the 'Chosen' XD). Out of everyone, he’s the player who is absolutely min-maxing his character.

Let’s be honest, we’re all expecting Ezio to be the Bard and he is. He even plays the guitar because, according to him, it’s better than a minstrel's lute, whatever that means. Absolutely a School of Swords Bard that has the highest Charisma stat among all of them. He’s the designated leader and the one who pulled everyone together into this weird group of adventurers. He may or may not be a noble who ran away from home.

Leonardo is an Artificer. While Artificers are already available as a class in 4e, their specialties were officially created for 5e but fuck it, let’s say it’s a modified Artificer class because Leonardo should be an Artillerist Artificer. If you don’t want the Artificer class because of how questionable it is possible for 4e, my alternate suggestion is Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer for pure magic destruction or Great Old One Warlock (unli Eldritch Blast). He plays Ezio’s character’s long suffering childhood best friend who joined the group because Ezio ‘begged’.

The campaign may or may not be a chosen one absolutely not wanting to do his mission as said chosen one and being dragged along by his god approved babysitter and a misfit company (the twist is Altaïr's mission is to actually find their god's child that is supposed to save the world... it's Desmond. Desmond's the god's child. The cult he's from is worshipping the same god as Altaïr but Desmond, Altaïr and Malik don't know it. Kadar thinks he's made such a good plot twist XD)

(I left their races ambiguous for you to play with. I personally would suggest making Altaïr a kenku for the lols XD)

#i’m just imaging them being as chaotic as the oxventure #damn i focused on the dnd aspect #sorry #ac characters play dnd #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #kadar al sayf #malik al sayf #leonardo da vinci

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Just gotta say that the way you draw facial expressions is soooo dynamic, and your art makes me grin with equal feral glee when I see it. 🥰

I love your spooky smiley deranged durge, will you tell me more facts about them?

Thank you so much! And YES i certainly can uuhhh lets see

-In my personal canon he has no name, having first assumed to have forgotten it along with everything else and later being told/figuring out that he renounced any in favor of being called Bhaalspawn, Slayer, Death Bringer, Bhaaling, and any number of edgy titles we hear throughout the game lol he did this pre-tadpole to emphasize his birth-right and deny himself any personal identity. He never picked a name for himself post-tadpole and everyone just refers to him as The Drow, Astarion also calls him his usual pet names.

-He's not necessarily one for luxuries but still likes pretty, ostentatious things, especially jewelry. Pre-tadpole DU drow wore them generously, post-tadpole doesn't understand his own fascination, but he likes wearing rings and holds some sentimentality for specific pieces. (he never threw away the "magic" ring he stole from the tiefling child in act 1)

-Every expression of love and affection he had pre-tadpole came out pretty twisted, but with this in mind he very much adored Orin, though you would never guess it from seeing how they interacted with each other.

-The patterned scars on his chest, face and neck were mostly self inflicted (the rest he had Orin's help for). The one's on his arms were an "accident" kinda but he still put them there willingly (and gleefully lol)

-He has a borderline irrational hatred for drow women. He hates drows in general, though mostly because they're uptight and snobby and less so because of, yknow, all the slavery and child killing etc.

-Despite looking evil as hell he's very much morally neutral post-tadpole. He's pretty much a "do what you have to do to survive" kind of guy - and sometimes a "because i want to" kind of guy lol.

-He thinks very highly of himself which makes him overly bold. This got him through the whole campaign and destroying the brain but it also makes him a huge liability LOL its also a source of conflict in his and Astarion's relationship because he lowkey doesn't think Astarion can make it without him - he continuously and completely fails to realize how this is an issue.

-The only other people he has respect for and trusts are Shadowheart, Astarion and Jaheira. Ironically these are all people he didn't get along with well at all at the start.

-He's kind of a hopeless romantic, he's just weird about it. He's pretty much picked Astarion as his person and kind of devotes his life to him now, sometimes to a troubling extent.

-I'm writing a whole story that takes place post-game here where you can gleam a lot more about his character and learn things that i can't share yet because it would be a spoiler hint hint nudge nudge

#ask #DU drow #bg3

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Do you think that Laura and Marisha are deliberately making their relationship somewhat toxic and unsustainable or do you think they see the relationship as healthy? It is just so different from all of the other relationships they have been a part of and not really in a good way. Would love to get your perspective on it if you have one

I am honestly unsure. I would like to say it's deliberate. Prior to it becoming canon, in fact, I, and a lot of other people who were less than enthused by Imogen and Laudna's romance and weren't entirely sold from the start, made the case that we expected they would be talking to each other and would put together a compelling story, not the dull fluff so common in fanon. While whether it's compelling is a subjective judgment, we know for a fact they didn't talk to each other. We know for a fact Marisha was surprised by the question of "Can I kiss you," and Laura was surprised by the answer. We know from a 4SD not long after (4SD #16, Kiss and Tell) that several episodes later they still hadn't talked. We know that Marisha perceives Laudna as holding Imogen back (and that Laudna perceives herself as doing so) from the Rose City Q&A. We know that from 4SD #20 (Episode Twenty) that Laura doesn't like conflict in narrative and Marisha does, and that Laura was thrown by Laudna's regression following Ashton's attempt to absorb the shard (4SD #19, Shard Candy).

I don't know if it's deliberate or not; I don't have any extra insight that isn't public knowledge any fan can easily access. But man, it doesn't feel like these are two actors on the same page about what's going on.

I've touched on this before but mostly in tags or whisper posts but I've always felt ill at ease with a number of for lack of a better term "fandom-approved opinions" and one of the ones that has baffled me the most is this idea that Marisha and Laura have exceptional chemistry. I watched Campaign 1 knowing the endgame ships but deliberately avoiding the fandom, and Vex and Keyleth did not even once occur to me as a thing. I watched the first year of Campaign 2 without a ton of fandom interaction because I was avoiding additional C1 spoilers and it seemed crystal clear that the obvious ship was Beau and Yasha; it felt like Beau and Jester only even had enough potential for me to multiship it as my general "whomever Jester picks" for like, 30 episodes. And yet people - people who didn't even ship either of the above ships and in some cases disliked them- would just say "oh man I can't wait until we get to a campaign where we can finally explore Marisha and Laura's incredible chemistry!" and it's like. I feel like I'm the kid in the Emperor's New Clothes on this! I understand that chemistry is to an extent a matter of taste and subjectivity, but it just increasingly feels like people looked at two campaigns of tables where Ashley was frequently absent and said "well, if I want an F/F ship that's between two of the women in the cast, I guess this is what I have to work with" and repeated to themselves that a flat pamplemousse La Croix was a Piña Colada until they started to believe it. I mean if someone wants to explain it to me in good faith I suppose be my guest and I will try to take it in, but it feels like people just treat this as incontrovertible fact and if you doubt it they're like "don't you have eyes" and it's like, well, pretend I don't. Explain like I'm eyeless and five because I have never understood this. They both have more chemistry with every single other cast member; it's not all romantic but man, I didn't even buy Laudna and Imogen as platonic best friends of two years. I have never had this problem with any other pre-existing character relationships Marisha and Laura have played, platonic or otherwise. It's literally just them. I just never feel like they're quite on the same page.

Back to the relationship between Imogen and Laudna onscreen, this was easily the best conversation since the start of the gnarlrock fight, and it is my hope it doesn't fizzle out the way that did. You can't keep kissing Laudna whenever she fears she's lost forever to Delilah, Imogen. Or you can, but that won't fix the problem. Again: are you disgusted? Do you feel betrayed? If you're not, why did you say that? If you are, how will you move past it? Do you want to be with someone who never feels like they're good enough for you? Laudna, do you want to be with someone who, no matter what they say, you feel you're holding back?

Early in the campaign, my feeling was that of our current situation, switched - Imogen felt her powers were a burden and a curse and Laudna kept referring to them and to her glowingly. It's just...ships passing in the night, no pun intended here. I hope it's on purpose and whatever comes from it is a good story - and either a tragedy or a happy story could be a good one. But I have a nagging sensation that Laudna wants out but is afraid to say no, and Imogen is afraid to let go, and I honestly don't know if the actors have realized this impasse and how the characters might resolve it, one way or another, besides the insufficient bandaid of a kiss whenever the conversation gets too uncomfortable.

#answered #minxie-the-sabertooth-kitty #really the mission statement of this blog is I am the kid in the Emperor's New Clothes #also i know i keep relying on food metaphors sorry i really like food and feel it's fairly universally accessible to understand #anyway. i am sure some will not believe me here but I think I and most people who agree with me desperately wish we liked this ship #i do not think most people who dislike it are actively hoping it crashes and burns it's just #it feels so fundamentally disconnected and lifeless. at least the conflict shocks it into something vaguely animated #the vindication i was right about this lack of chemistry is still ultimately a consolation prize. i promise you i'd rather be proven wrong #i'd rather be wowed by a brilliant dynamic ship i didn't expect to like. but here we are.#cr spoilers #long post

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Pre-broadcast station commentary

The next broadcast station will be held on the 27th, featuring Chiruriin, Jiena, Itoken, and Minoringo. The guest during the VOCALOID Music SEKAI segment this time will be Shishi Shishi.

Rotation 4 is nearly done and only has one event left, that being Ena's 4th event! We can definitely expect her event to be announced on stream. Her event will be 2DMV and the rateup at the very least should feature Mizuki. Hopefully pure attribute so Niigo can finally get a pure vsinger 4* card.

That said, there will be one other event too! Since Chiruriin is here, I'm tempted to say it will be for Saki, but Ichika works too I guess if there's any card distribution issues.

For the 3.5 mixed event... well Akito not getting a card at all on concerto seems to pretty much confirm him for the event. This happened to Mizuki back in December. As for the other cards, there's surprisingly few people it could be. The 5 most likely characters are Akito (likely the banner character), Airi, Saki, Honami, and KAITO (mmj or n25). Miku (vbs or mmj) also works if clpl doesn't care about vsinger lim balance. Rui and Nene work too, but it's pretty much confirmed that Tsukasa and Emu are the fes cards, so is clpl cruel enough to put 3 of 4 wxs members on lim rateup 8 days after wxs lim rateup? I think Akito/Airi/Saki is most likely, with mmj kaito as the vsinger card.

And for April lim, I actually have an idea already. April's lim slot has consistently been unit lims. Every year. Here's the thing though: like with 3.5, there's barely any units that actually work. It won't be niigo because of Ena4 being the same month. It can't be MMJ because 3/4 of their members are maxed for lims (and if airi's on 3.5 you can make that 4/4). It's incredibly likely that either Saki or Honami will be lim on 3.5, which puts you with 3/4 being maxed for lims (plus the chances of saki5). WxS in theory works with Nene/Rui/Luka lineup, but you hit a snag with the fact they already have 4/6 vsinger lims.

If April is a limited unit event, it will probably be for VBS. There's some other evidence to back this up too, namely the fact it kinda has to be An/Toya limited if it does happen. Akito 3.5 will max him out for lims, Kohane had valentines recently but long enough that it could justify her getting a lim. However we know already that An and Toya have already gone more than a year without lims, the absolute maximum time to go without a lim (as of posting) is 15 months, 15 months after white day Toya puts him on the wedding banner, and he already has a wedding card. He has to be april limited unless colopale hates him lmao. And obviously, An works for the banner card and also has gone ages without a lim. Luka, Rin or Miku could work as a vsinger card.

This stream will also reveal the songs for the 3.5 anniversary vsinger song campaign, as well as possibly give us a sneak peek of this year's april fools prank.

#mod talks #speculation #sorry this is so long

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galdra-studios · 22 days

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Hi everyone!

Spring is here! Which of course in Denmark means it's time for the last annual snow storm ahah! Our poor flowers... Hopefully they will get the sunshine they deserve soon.

With a Kickstarter campaign looming on the horizon, most of our efforts right now are focused on putting together a great demo for everyone to enjoy. We've been working on the game for a while now and created a lot of content, but it’s when you connect all that content together to make something playable that the struggle truly begins xD

Here’s a little game development fun fact: There’s a saying when you make games, that making the last 20% of a game takes as much time as the first 80%, which is why you end up cutting 10% ^^0 We’re still only making a demo, so the things we cut now might still make it into the final version.

However, since we’ve already done this once before, we’re a lot more conscious about rating tasks as essentials and nice-to haves in case we don’t have time to finish everything. For example, a pretty CG image showing a scene can-be temporarily replaced with descriptive text and the story will still make sense, but a character needs to have at least one sprite, otherwise it will just be empty air talking - not ideal ^^

One of the most time-consuming art tasks we have is creating the player character sprites. As the player’s representation in the world, they are basically on-screen in every scene, and therefore need to be of the highest quality.

For the original Arcadia Fallen, we ended up redrawing the female body type three times to make it perfect, but that was also because my art skills improved while we were working^^0 This month, I’ve drawn expressions for the androgynous body type and I fear I might repeat the same pattern again, because I still think I can improve them. That will have to wait until after the Kickstarter though.

For now, the sprites are in the game, which is a good milestone to be at. I’m not sure we’ll have all three body types ready for the demo, as there are other tasks that have higher priority, but the plan is to have the same three body types with two hairstyles that we had in the first game by the time we’re ready for launch!^^

Another cool thing we worked on this month is the player’s dorm room. Josefine did a wonderful job designing a room that changes depending on who you choose as a roommate. Can you guess which one is Soren’s and which is Nina’s? :P

Jesper is in full swing composing music for the demo, so here’s a sample with this month's header image speed paint!

That’s about it for this month, so we’ll just leave the pre-launch page for our Kickstarter here if you still haven’t seen it. We’re almost at 200 followers!^^

Thank you so much for following our journey! And we’ll see you in May for another DevLog!

Cheers!

- The Galdra Team

#arcadia fallen #visual novel #kickstarter #indiegame #vndev #vn development #indiedev #galdra studios

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After Christmas

“This wasn't the first time you ran from the police, was it?”

Eddie grinned. “Nah.”

Words: 1452 Warnings: fluff and… running from the police I guess?

“What do I do?” Flabbergasted, you stared at the game board before you, blinking as if their position would change on their own accord.

Your party had packed up and left about ten minutes ago and while Eddie was gathering his super-secret DM notes, you made no move to get going as well.

“They’re gonna save you,” Eddie replied matter-of-factly. “They have to. If you die, they’ll never be able to infiltrate the castle.”

Your character had been abducted by an NPC today, one you had thought you could trust because damn, Eddie was the best Dungeon Master you had ever played D&D with. The way he told the stories, described what was happening, set the scene and acted out the non-player characters… he was incredible, and it was hardly short of a miracle you’d quickly—secretly—developed a crush on him.

And now, one of the sexiest NPCs he had made up for your character to unintentionally drool over had kidnapped them and dragged them to their secret lair. A vampire… eager to turn you into their obedient and pretty little spawn.

“She’s gonna turn into what she hates the most!”

“She might not if your party saves her in time.”

“Eddie, what am I supposed to do in the next session? What’s gonna happen to her?”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. She’s not lost yet. Strahd’s obsessed with her. He’s not gonna hurt her, he won’t let her die. He might, uh…” Eddie paused and gave you a timid glance. “He might take her for dinner and then hang out with her at Lover’s Lake, trying to win her over?”

“Are you asking me out right now?”

“Maybe?”

Your heart jumped. “Jesus, I’ve been waiting for you to do that since we first met! I was too shy to ask you…”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

You chuckled. “Yes.”

“A-alright then…” he laughed, cheeks turning red. “What do you fancy?”

“I’m happy with a burger and fries. And then a beer after?”

Eddie nodded. “Sure. Let’s go.” He was beaming. And all of a sudden, his super-secret DM notes were all but forgotten. You were rather proud of that, truth be told.

Heavens, the boy was nervous. Gone was the dominant and confident dungeon master giving your characters a hard time—instead, Eddie tried his utmost best to be a gentleman. He opened the car door for you, insisted on paying for your burger and fries, and Jesus, the little touches he stole had you melt.

“Look what I got,” he said once you’d both finished your meal at Benny’s. He pulled out a small and crumbled plastic bag filled with two pre-rolled cigarettes.

“Is that what I think it is?” you asked, lowering your voice.

“Yep. That shit’s strong as fuck. Rick let me keep two for myself, for a special occasion.”

You smiled, tilting your head at him. “Oh? Am I the special occasion?”

“Yes. You are.” He called you by your character name, putting on his Strahd voice in the process. You giggled as if you were drunk. Drunk on him. God, you probably were.

“Hey, Eddie? What would happen if my character did end up turning into a spawn?” you asked as you walked back to his van and made your way toward Lover’s Lake. It was pitch-black outside by now, the street lanterns doing little to illuminate anything but the road ahead of you which made driving directly into the woods almost a little scary, especially with all the snow around you.

“Well… I’d be able to control her. She’d be bound to obey Strahd which means he could order her to turn on her own friends if he wanted to.”

“It’s starting to sound a little like Beauty and the Beast though. If Strahd takes her out for burgers and then a romantic get-together by the lake, I don’t think she’d mind being his spawn.”

“Oh, you say that now.” Eddie grinned as if he’d already planned the most evil campaign he could possibly think of. “I’ll keep her… I mean he… he’ll keep her all to himself.”

Blushing, you looked out of the window in an attempt to calm your rapid heartbeat. Mere moments later and before you could drown yourselves in silence, the car came to a stop. Eddie parked only a few yards away from the lake and shut off the engine before helping you climb out and then retrieved a picnic blanket from the boot.

“You came prepared.”

“A DM has to be ready for all eventualities.”

“Like kidnapping an elf princess?”

“Like kidnapping an elf princess and seducing her to stay with him until she falls in love with him.”

Soon enough, you were smoking together, cuddling, and watching the surface of the quiet lake glisten under the stars. You talked about D&D, music, dreams, love, and life… until you were pretty certain that you had found the one.

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I never thanked you. When I moved here, I expected to be an outsider all over again. Let’s face it, society doesn’t like people like us. I don’t know what I would have done without you. Thank you. You’re a hero, you know. A rockstar.”

Eddie smiled, his cheeks reddening. He looked absolutely adorable in the pale moonlight. What if you simply… leaned forward and kissed him? It would be so easy… you’d been wanting to do it for so long, and now that you were here, by the lake, in the dark, just the two of us… there was nothing stopping anymore, now was there?

“Munson? Is that you, kid?” Hopper. In other words—police. Damn it. Panicked, you scrambled back to your feet in an attempt to destroy the evidence of weed. But there was no way of course you’d be able to get rid of the smell before he reached you.

“Shit. Come with me. Run.”

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him through the forest before you had properly processed his sudden flight instinct. But then again, it probably wasn’t the first time he got in trouble with the chief…

Through the trees you went, running until you were out of breath and giggling all the way until the sweet metalhead beckoned you into what you could only describe as a boathouse. Empty beer cans and tools were lying around, a couple of fishing rods along the side.

“In here, quick!” He pointed at the boat and pulled the tarp back so you could hide inside. You climbed in and watched how he all but jumped into the boat himself and then drew the plastic cover over the both of you.

Silence, heavy breathing. The scent of weed, cigarette smoke, and his leather jacket filling your nostrils…

It was a lot more comfortable than you’d expected. Someone—either Rick or Eddie himself—had loaded a shit ton of blankets in the boat, presumably to hang out in… or to do other activities. Either way, you weren’t going to complain. It was cosy. Cheeky.

“This wasn't the first time you ran from the police, was it?” You shuffled closer, smirking at him.

Eddie grinned. “Nah.”

“He’s gonna find your car eventually.”

“Yeah. I’ll deal with that tomorrow. Rick won’t mind if we hide out here until it’s clear.”

His grin turned downright mischievous—you couldn’t see it properly, of course. But you could certainly feel it instead, especially when he pulled out a green plant-looking object out of the inner pocket of his battle jacket.

“What’s that? More weed? It’s too dark, I can’t tell.”

“It’s a mistletoe. Stole it from our neighbour when she threw out her Christmas tree.”

“Wait… how long has that been in your pocket?”

“A few days. Guess I was, uh… waiting for the right moment.” He didn’t have to say it. That moment was now.

Smiling, you cupped his face in your hands and pulled him close for a kiss. His soft lips moved against yours almost timidly even though it became clear fast he had experience. You wrapped your leg around his hips, a sigh escaping you when he got a little braver and deepened the kiss by teasingly sliding his tongue across your lower lip.

“Damn…” Eddie whispered when you both broke away for air.

“Do you think he gave up?” You whispered. Your lips grazed his, his taste lingering in your mouth.

“Probably. But we should probably stay here… for a while… you know… just to be sure.”

You grinned. “I can think of a few things to pass the time. I hope you brought condoms too.”

“Damn…” Eddie said again. It was the last word either of you spoke for the next hours.

A/N: Damn, how is the year almost over?! Oh well! I've got one last New Year's Imagine planned to post on the 31st, you can vote which character I should write it for if you like! ♥

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn

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You shook me all night long, part 1.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You agree to be the stand in for Lucas in the campaign and are certainly not expecting to meet someone like Eddie Munson. Pining ensues.

Warnings: This particular part is mostly just fluff, little bit of sexual tension but its obviously gunna get spicy later. Mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers, maybe a bit of slowburn cause I just love the pre confession tension.

Authors Notes: I finally finished this first chapter!! This is the first Eddie piece I started writing and is my baby so I hope you all enjoy. Next chapter is now out!

“Cmon y/n, pleaaaase? No one else will do it.” Dustin was putting it on thick right now, dramatically batting his eyelashes and pouting at you like a lost puppy. You’d only just got in from work when he and Mike practically burst down your door, ranting and raving about how they’ve just been everywhere and everyone was either too busy or uninterested to play dnd with them tonight. And it wasn’t that you didn’t want to play, you loved doing campaigns with them, but you were exhausted after work. You pulled a face that showed you were about to say no, making Mike join in with Dustin’s antics, both of them putting their hands together in a begging motion. You chuckled at their antics and shook your head at them, sighing in defeat.

“Who’s going to be there?” You ask, nervous about the potential of having to meet new people.

“Just the members of hellfire! They’re great y/n, you’ll love them” Mike chimes in happily, assuring you there’s nothing to be nervous about.

“…What time?” You ask, resulting in whoops and air pumps from the two boys at having suckered you in. They told you the time and said they’d meet you outside the building, both squeezing you to the bones in a tight hug and then dashing off into the night. You shook your head again and smiled as you watched them disappear into the dark. “These kids will be the death of me.”

You’d met the whole gang through Steve and Robin, who you’d become good buddies with when you moved to Hawkins despite being older than them. You certainly hadn’t expected the upside down and monsters side of moving to a small town and making friends, but the experience gave you a bond with everyone that was unbreakable. The boys knew you were like an older sister, they could come to you for anything and you’d say yes. And that’s what got you in this predicament, standing in front of the mirror to triple check your outfit before leaving so you’re not late. It was a cute but comfortable top and skirt combo, obviously adorned with a bunch of rings and earrings, ripped tights and a pair of creepers. You weren’t exactly a popular girl, you had your own kind of whimsigoth style going for you that some people thought was a bit strange. And sure you’d been called a freak by the likes of the basic jocks and cheerleaders, but a lot of these jocks had also tried to hit on you back in school so what did that tell you. And Steve, ladies man extraordinaire, had been head over heels for you when you’d first met him so you figured you couldn’t be too unfuckable.

You set off before you could second guess the outfit choice again, noticing that you’d have to speed walk to not be late and hold up the campaign. Mike was waiting outside when you showed up and flashed you a big smile.

“Great y/n good timing, Dustin just went in now to let Eddie know you’re coming. Let’s go!” He said eagerly, tugging on your arm and dragging you inside. You could hear Dustin’s voice echoing in the distance and could just make out the words he was saying.

“We’ve got our sub, Mikes just outside waiting for her now” he said excitedly. “She’s a family friend basically.”

You heard a second, deeper voice reply in clear shock.

“She?!”

“Yeah, she’s a great player. I think you guys will really get along” Dustin surmises, leaving Eddie to nod in response. Must be some nerd kid in their class or something, he thought. Well, she’d probably be nice enough.

“We’re here, sorry!” Mike calls as you guys walk up the last stretch of hallway.

“Good because if you were late and held up this campaign, Wheeler, I’d have-” Eddie stopped in his tracks when he saw you walk in behind Mike, jaw dropping for a moment before he quickly gathered himself and closed his mouth. He looked at you up and down, taking in every detail that was the ethereal beauty of you standing before him. He literally couldn’t believe his eyes, the most smoking hot girl of his dreams had just walked into his game night, wanting to play dnd with him. Just what had Eddie done in a past life to be treated so well. Moreover, how the hell did the kids even know you, you were clearly much older, about his age if he had to guess.

“Guys this is y/n and she’s about to kick your asses” You give a small twinkly laugh at Mike’s words and smile shyly into the room, saying hello to everyone. Eddie felt a dagger to his heart when you let out that gorgeous laugh, feeling as though he’s in a drunken stupor while he looked at you. He was taken out of his reverie when he noticed the other members had also acknowledged how hot you were, all stealing glances at you while you were introduced to them, at various parts of you that made anger begin to bubble up in his chest. Before he could mull any of it over you and Mike were standing right in front of where he was sitting, and he could see just how pretty you were up close.

“And finally y/n, this is Eddie, our dungeon master.” Mike introduces. You smile at Eddie sweetly, eyes glowing as you reach out a hand to shake his.

“Hi Eddie, it’s a pleasure to meet you” you say softly. How is her voice so angelic, he thinks to himself as his hand reaches out shakily to meet yours. He feels a shiver run through his body as your fingers meet, a spark flying through his arm at the contact. Your hand lingered on his for just a moment too long and he wondered if you’d felt it too. He prayed you had.

“Oh I can assure you the pleasure is all mine” he said back to you, a glimmer of tease in his voice that wasn’t unnatural for him, going unnoticed by the boys. But you looked into his lidded eyes deeply, before your eyes shifted down to his lips for the briefest moment.

“So Eddie, do you accept our offering of substitute?” Dustin asks jokingly, eager to get the game started. Eddie narrows his eyes and smiles a cheeky, shit eating grin at you. He stands from his chair with a slam of his hands into the desk, and walks around it slowly until he was towering over you. You crane your neck and look up at him, not allowing him to intimidate you as his face moves closer to yours. He hates to admit it but his heart is about to beat out of his chest from being so close to you, but he doesn’t let that show through his bad boy act.

“What’s your class and level? Level one dwarf?” He says teasingly, raising an eyebrow cockily at you. Some of the boys snicker quietly at Eddie’s interrogation. You lick your lips, eyes glinting as you flash him a teasing smile of your own. Eddie swears he dies seeing you look at him like that.

“I’m a chaotic neutral elf druid, level 13. And whatever monster you throw my way will die a gruesome death of being reclaimed by nature and dragged six feet underground.” Eddie’s eyebrows raised, awed that you actually knew that you were talking about. Fuck you were the perfect woman. ��So, are we gonna do this, or are we going to keep chitchatting like this is your mommy’s book club?” You say, cocking your head to the side as the smirk still played on your lips. Eddie smiled, wider and more sincerely than he thinks he has in years.

“Welcome to hellfire” he breathed, watching you intently as Mike and Dustin cheered and hugged you before leading you to the table. You took one long glance back at Eddie and smiled at him sweetly to show him your thanks before sitting down. Eddie smiled back dreamily, still watching you until Gareth brought him back with a knowing elbow nudge and a chuckle. Holy shit he’s got it bad for you. Eddie nudged Gareth back harder with a laugh and then went to gather his things to start the game.

God you certainly weren’t expecting this when you were asking to come out tonight. As you entered the room behind Mike, your eyes were drawn to the metalhead that was presently scolding him in a melodically deep voice. He looks up at you and stops his sentence, and you almost melt into a puddle as you get a good look of him. Damn you did not expect one of their nerd friends to be this hot. You noted his long messy hair that framed his face perfectly, his big brown eyes, the sexy rocker outfit, those lips... He was literally gorgeous, your stomach fluttered as you peeled your eyes away from him to be introduced to the members. You felt your face heat up when Mike finally walked you over to the mysterious guy, introducing him as Eddie the dm. You smile sweetly as you greet him, reaching your hand out to shake his and hoping he didn’t hear the nervousness in your voice. His cool rings meet your fingers, big hand gripping yours firmly and sending a sparking surge up your arm. You swallow to dispel the fluttering in your chest. You couldn’t help but look down and admire his hand for a moment, running your eyes over the rings that adorn his fingers before realising you may have been holding his hand for too long and pulling away. He responds to you in a tone that makes you instantly want to hear him whispering sweet nothings into your ears. You watch him carefully, wondering if his teasing tone was anything more than just playful banter. Dustin makes a move to start the game and Eddie stands up, walking around the desk towards you. Your heart was racing as he finally came to stand in front of you, craning your head to look up at him. He’s taller than you thought, and you had to admit him towering over you and leaning down to your face had you feeling flustered. He looked even better up close, his lips were so soft and kissable. Eddie gives a shit eating grin and drops his level one dwarf line, and you can’t help but to smirk and challenge him back. You feel a surge of confidence as you speak, loving the shock and impress you’ve written on the cocky boys features. Mike and Dustin instantly pull you into cheerful hugs when Eddie welcomes you to the club and pull you away to the table. You look back at Eddie once more before you sit down, noticing he was still watching you and send a shy smile his way before averting your eyes back to Dustin. The boys were talking over each other excitedly but you weren’t hearing any words, heart still thumping as you took occasional glances over at Eddie.

The campaign Eddie had crafted was really incredible, you had to say. You admired his creative talent and his dedication to providing the atmosphere for the game with his theatrics. He had you all fully immersed for hours before the game finally game to an end, with you throwing the fatal roll. Everyone exploded into hollers and cheers, and Eddie jumped back in amused shock, uttering a what?!.

“That’s why we play!” Eddie exclaims loudly, spreading his arms across the board in a bow towards you. You feel your cheeks heat up again at his movements, giddy from the win and the fact his eyes were still burning into yours, a look you couldn’t quite place on his face. He’d focused on you a lot during the game, throwing a lot of teasing comments and stolen glances your way, all that you assumed was just him testing the newbie. But something in you hoped it was more than just banter.

Everyone started to peel off quickly after the celebration considering how late it was. You saw Eddie had been left by himself to tidy the game away as his friends got their jackets on and left. You took a deep breath and put down your bag, summoning your courage to go up to him. You begin to help him putting the pieces away and he looks up at you with wide eyes and a bashful smile.

“Hey you don’t have to help with that sweetheart” he says kindly, taking the pieces from your hand, to which you shake your head and grab some more. You have to resist squeezing your legs together when you hear him call you sweetheart.

“Oh it’s okay, it’s not fair that you have to tidy it up alone” you say with a warm smile, putting a hand on his arm reassuringly before going back to tidying. Eddies skin scorches where you touch him, feeling heat creep up his neck and onto his cheeks. He wants to do something crazy, like ask you out or straight up pull you into a kiss, but he convinces himself against it. He’s just Eddie Munson the freak, a girl like you would never be interested in him. Would you?

“The campaign was amazing by the way. I loved the Vecna plot twist” you tell him, eyes glowing excitedly. Eddies heart swells at your compliments, rubbing the back of his head and laughing bashfully.

“And you are quite the player, I shouldn’t have underestimated you” he looks at you with his big eyes and you want to melt.

“Damn right, I told you I’d kill anything you threw at me” you say with a playfully raised eyebrow.

You bend over the table to retrieve the last piece and carefully plop it in the box, giving Eddie a perfect view of your round ass that he can’t tear his eyes away from. He quickly looks away as you lean back up and give him a triumphant smile. “All done!” Eddie flashes a grin at you, thinking how radiantly cute you looked saying that.

“Thanks for the help sweetheart, it’s nice to be thought of for once.” Eddie mutters with a wistful smile. He’d just met you and yet you were so kind towards him, how were you this sweet and still talking to him? Eddie grabs his jacket and throws it on before grabbing the game box and motioning in a slight bow towards the door. “After you milady.” You laugh at this, the sound melodic to his ears. You lead him out of the room and Eddie feels his heart begin to speed up as you walk down the hallway together. He didn’t want this night to end with you but how could he ask you to stay and not sound weird? You gotta be cool about it Eddie, just be cool, he thinks to himself nodding his head cooly in reality as he reassures himself.

He clears his throat and turns to you as you both step outside, making you look up at him with those pretty eyes.

“Hey, you doing anything after this?” He asks casually, flipping his lighter open and lighting a cigarette he’d seemingly pulled out of nowhere. Your eyes linger on his lips wrapped around the cigarette and then his hand pulling it away. You stare entranced at his veins before responding.

“Well it’s 11pm so my only plans are going home and falling asleep in front of the tv. Why, you got a plan?” You ask, eyes glinting as you waiting for his next words.

“Well if you want we can head back to my place, I live with my uncle but he works nights so we got it to ourselves. I can play you some of the records I told you about earlier” he says cooly, trying to disguise the nervousness he really felt. You beamed at this and he let out a quiet sigh of relief through his nose.

“Yeah I’d love that!” you say more eagerly then you’d have liked. Despite how nice he actually was Eddie still had an intimating persona and you wanted him to think you were cool too, not a desperate little groupie.

“Sweet” he says before taking a long drag of his cigarette. He holds in your direction as he exhales and nods towards you, silently asking if you’d like any. You happily oblige and take the cigarette from his fingers, tingling where yours brush against his. “I’ve got one stop I need to make first but it’s on the way” he says, checking the watch on his wrist and grimacing at the time. “Aaand I’m actually already late for it so chop chop” he says ushering you towards his van and into the front seat.

“What’s the stop?” You asks curiously, flicking the remnants of the cigarette on the floor and slamming the door shut.

“I- well, it’s uh” Eddie stops in his tracks, unsure if he should mention it’s to drop off some drugs to a client. He doesn’t want to scare you off if you’re not into that, he can’t blow it with you already. You laugh playfully at the gibberish he spat out, raising a questioning eyebrow at him to continue. Fuck it, he wasn’t going to lie to you.

“I’m going to drop off some weed to a client” he confesses slowly, smiling at you nervously as he gauges your reaction.

“You’re a dealer??” you quickly respond, whipping your head round to look at him. He swallows hard at your question and nods carefully, noting the octave your voice had just raised. Shit he’s blown it. Suddenly you smile widely and grab his arm. “Eddie you are a lifesaver!” He blinks at you in confusion and you can’t help but chuckle at his deer in the headlights expression. “I’ve been looking for a new dealer since my last guy skipped town” you explain, chuckling at the relief that washes over his features. “I haven’t smoked in three weeks Eddie. Three weeks!” you say, dramatically throwing your hand up to your forehead. Eddie laughs at your antics and shakes his head to himself, awed once again by how perfect you are for him. He had to make you his, whatever it takes.

“Well don’t worry sweetheart, I think I can help you out” he says with a chuckle, reaching an arm into his backseat and rummaging around before throwing a baggie into your lap. “That ones free of charge, call it a friends discount” he says with a wink, swiping his tongue over his lip in a way that makes you desperate to kiss him.

“Are you sure?” you say wide eyed, smiling gratefully at him but not wanting him to feel like he ought to.

“I insist” Eddie says, putting his palm up to reject the very notion.

“Thanks Eddie” you say, smiling widely at him. “I’ll roll you a joint when we get to yours, to call it even” you say with a playful smile and a nudge to his arm.

“Sounds good to me” he replies with a warm smile.

The rest of the drive had you and Eddie discover more miscellaneous things you like in common, bands, books, movies, shows. It just made Eddie fall for you harder, wanting to hear everything about you. He’d never felt so close to someone this quickly, so comforted and safe in your presence. It was something he wasn't used to, but this small inclination of what it’s like made his heart ache for it. Eddie discretely parks down the road from the house he was going to, reaching his hand back into the back of his van again. His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he concentrates on finding something in the most adorable look you’d ever seen. He exclaims an ‘aha!’ as he pulls out a metal tin, flashing you a big smile before saying he’d be back in a second. You watch as Eddie strides off, admiring his retreating figure. You take this moment alone to let out a dreamy sigh, your stomach doing backflips. You were falling for this guy fast, he was just so sweet and so fucking hot, what’s a girl to do? Before you could blink Eddie was back again, a bemused look on his face.

“All okay?” You ask, concerned the dealing may have gone awry.

“Oh yeah, yeah” he says shaking his head and smiling at you. “Just, I don’t know, I feel like there’s something weird going on with that girl. I had this like, bad feeling.” Eddie takes one last look at the house and lets out a dramatic shudder before turning his keys and slamming on the gas. With one hand on the wheel Eddie precariously flips through some tapes before settling on some Ozzy and putting it on. You both sing your hearts out to crazy train as you make the quick journey to his uncles trailer. Eddie jumps out of the van and turns to you, throwing his arm up towards the trailer.

“Welcome to my lair” he says with a smirk. Eddie leads the way into the trailer and through to his bedroom, which you step into with childish wonder. You look around the room at all his things while he throws his jacket off and grabs a box from under his table.

“This is exactly what I’d imagined your bedroom would look like” you say with a laugh. Eddie plonks himself down on the edge of his bed and raises his eyebrows with a grin.

“You’ve imagined being in my bedroom huh?” He says, tongue flitting over his lip as he teases you. This gets your heart racing again, looking up at the boy to roll your eyes playfully. Eddie busies himself with rolling a joint as you snoop around his room before coming to sit beside him, close enough that your thigh is almost touching his. Eddie looks down at your bare thighs and almost stops breathing at the contact, his hands itching to reach out and feel how soft they are.

“You play?” you ask him, nodding towards his guitar. Eddie takes a moment to register what you said, pushing his thoughts of you to the back of his head and clearing his throat.

“Yeah I’m in a band actually. Corroded coffin, you should come see us play!” He says excitedly. “We play at the hideout on Tuesdays. We actually get a crowd... of about five drunks” he finishes, flashing you a sheepish smile. You laugh, nose scrunching up adorably.

“I bet you’re incredible” you say sincerely, making Eddies heart flutter with pride. “Will you play me something?” you ask with doe eyes. He hides his mouth with his hair and smiles shyly at you, peeking over his hand.

“Okay, okay if you insist” he says waving a hand and grinning cheekily at you. Eddie licks his lips as he grabs his guitar, pressing a kiss from his fingers to the strings before swinging it over his chest. He plugs it in and wiggles his eyebrows at you before he begins to play, the beginning of master of puppets, you note with excitement. You stare at Eddie’s fingers as he plays, entranced by how fast they move across the guitar and how good they look doing it. Your mind drifts to the other things he could do with such fast, talented fingers. You swallow as you try to look away into his eyes, which were shut as he concentrated on his playing. You nod your head to the music, unable to keep your eyes from going back to his hands since he was too preoccupied to notice. You stare at those damn rings adorning his fingers, looking so fucking hot on him. You just wanted his fingers inside you, bad, and you bite your lip as your mind begins to wonder. You hear Eddie laugh and your eyes shoot up, noticing he had been watching you watch him. You smile innocently as you keep your head nodding, hoping he just thought you were enamoured by his talent and watching how he plays, not the real filth you were entertaining. Eddie ends his riff with a flourish and a bow, and you laugh and clap loudly for him.

“See I knew it, that was so fucking good!” you say as Eddie smiles bashfully and hangs his guitar back up.

“Oh you flatter me” he said with a joking wave of his arm, cheeks tinged pink from your compliments.

“No seriously, you were amazing” you say genuinely, making Eddies heart race. He smiles to himself softly, chest tightening in emotion from how unused he was to hearing so much praise towards him.

“Thank you” Eddie turns back to you and says bashfully, his eyes soft as he looks at you. He moves to sit back next to you, making sure he was close enough for his leg to be touching yours again, wanting the contact back. You notice this and breathe deeply, wondering if he did it purposely. No, he was just sitting next to you, you can’t start reading into things and embarrass yourself. Eddie moves to finish the half rolled joint but is interrupted by you sliding it across the table in front of you. He raises his eyebrows in amusement and you give him a smirk.

“The deal was that I’d roll you one” you say playfully, reminding him of what you’d said in the car. Eddie moves to his cassettes, flipping through them to find some music to vibe to while you guys smoke. Eddie steals a glance over at you, admiring how cute you looked concentrating on rolling the joint. You catch Eddies eyes as you’re licking the paper, and his breathing gets a little heavier as he imagines that tongue on him instead of the rizla. You innocently flash him a smile as you seal the joint and hold it up triumphantly, and he wonders how you can be so sexy and so cute at the same time. He fingers stop leafing through his cassettes when he comes across ‘photograph’ by def leppard, thinking how fitting the song was for how he was feeling about you. He wasn’t usually into the more tame and romantic glam-rock songs, distancing himself from things that would inevitably make him think of love, as he thought it wasn’t something that was attainable for him. But with his heart racing as you were sat beautifully over on his bed, sparking up the joint with a look of contentment, he was urged to put it on and hope it wasn’t too on the nose. You start bopping your head to the music as Eddie comes back to join you, passing him the joint you’d rolled for him. He turned it over in his hand as if inspecting it with his hand thoughtfully rubbing his chin, doing an act of checking it was ‘up to standards’ for him. You roll your eyes with a laugh and elbow his side gently as he throws you his usual shit eating grin.

“If you don’t want it I’ll take it back Munson” you warn playfully, smirking back at him.

“No, no, everything looks good here” he plays back cockily, “You don’t have to demote me to Munson” he says, a hint of pleading in his tone, elbowing you back just so he could get to touch your side.

You and Eddie mellow out beside each other as you smoke, talking and getting to know more about each others lives until you’d progressively gotten high enough to both be giggling and singing way too loudly to his songs.

“You sound really pretty when you sing you know” Eddie says, chin resting on his hand and a dreamy haze in his eyes that you mistook as a high gaze. You get shy at his words and give him a small smile, shaking your head. Eddie grabs your shoulders gently, eyes wide and on fire as he looks at you. “You do! Oh my god you should totally sing with my band sometime!” he says quickly, mouth agape in the shock of how good his own idea was. You chuckle at his expression, finding him being so energetic and excitable when he’s high really cute.

“I don’t really sing in front of people” you say shyly, but appreciative of his praise and really loving the idea of getting to see him at band practise.

“That’s okay, you can just sing for me then” he says gently, and your heart races at his words. What did he mean by that? Was that a flirt or is he just being more forward because he’s high and more comfortable with you? You didn’t have time to mull it over more because Eddie had pulled out the weed box back out with a cheeky grin. “Round two?” You give him a look of ‘of course’ and he chuckles and starts to roll another two. Your eyes drift to his hands again and Eddie notices this and wonders about it, having recalled that you also were staring intently at them during dnd and when he played guitar. He’d thought nothing of it at the time, assuming you must have been watching how he plays, but he wonders now that you’re doing it again if you actually… liked the way they looked. He tests this theory by pushing up the sleeves of his top up to his elbows, exposing his forearms and delicately making the veins in his hands dance as he rolled. Your eyes follow his hands up his arms and back down again, clearly lost in your own thoughts, and Eddie wasn’t sure how to interpret it. She’s just high man, don’t get ahead of yourself, he tells himself. But he can’t help the flutter of butterflies in his stomach that maybe, possibly, you were attracted to him too. Eddie finishes up rolling and suggests you guys go hang out in the living room, put on a movie on or something. You take charge of picking something while Eddie prepares some microwave popcorn for the two of you, settling on the evil dead. Eddie says an appreciative ‘nice’ when he sees what you’ve picked, settling down next to you and throwing a blanket over you both before putting down the popcorn and an ashtray.

“Just so you know I’ll probably leave before this finishes, otherwise I’ll be shattered for work” you let him know, making Eddies heart sting as he realises the time. He still doesn’t want to let this night end, he doesn’t want you to leave him. When would the next time he’d even see you be? Eddie couldn’t wait until whenever the next hellfire club meeting would be to be in your company.

“Hey you can crash here for the night, it’s close to your work right? I can’t let a lady go out into the dead of night alone, and I don’t think I could drive you right now” Eddie chuckles, motioning to the lit joint. Your senses fill with relief at his words, not actually wanting to leave at all, but you had to put it out there in case he thought it was weird how long you’d stayed. And he was such a gentleman about it, but you had to feign indifference so as not to seem too excited.

“Are you sure Eddie? That’s so sweet of you” you ask, smiling at him brightly.

“Yeah it’s no problem at all” he says, throwing you a toothy smile. It was also past 1am now and you were exhausted, so you were glad to be able to lean back into the sofa and properly wind down now. “I’m going to change, you want some comfy clothes?” Eddie asks you as he gets up and walks towards his room.

“Oh yes please” you respond happily, a yawn creeping over your features. Eddie wanders into his room and throws on the pjs he’d left on his bed, and then begins to dig through his wardrobe in search of something in particular. He mutters an ‘aha’ to himself as he pulls out the top, his spare hellfire shirt he had ready in case of new recruits. He desperately wanted to see you in it, and considering you were now a part of the club it was actually yours now as well so it seemed natural for him to hand it to you. He pulled out some of the smallest shorts he had, hoping they’d fit you, and nodded to himself in satisfaction. Eddie comes back in wearing a worn band shirt and some star wars pj trousers, no rings or any accessories anymore you note sadly but that was made up for in the fact you could just make out his bulge through the thin trousers. He clearly wasn’t wearing his boxers anymore, and you were very appreciative of the sight. You train your eyes on his so as not to be obvious as he throws you some clothes, gasping gleefully when you see a hellfire shirt and holding it over your body while he chuckled.

“Sorry, we don’t have any smaller sizes so it’ll be quite big on you” he says as he notices just holding it up it reaches your thighs. “But now you’re officially a member of the club, you need your own shirt” he says, giddy at his words. Yes you, the prettiest girl on earth, was a member of his club. He still couldn’t wrap his head around that, that any of this night had happened at all. You laugh and tell him its okay as you wander of to his bedroom yourself to change, Eddies mind occupied only by the thought of you being half naked in his room. God he wishes he could get to see such a beautiful sight as that. He almost stops breathing when you come back into the room, actually choking a little on the smoke as he inhaled, and trying to pass it off as a cough. If he thought you looked hot before, seeing you in the hellfire shirt, that could easily pass as his one, was making him actually lose his mind. It was big enough to fall around the tops of your thighs, the shorts only peaking out the tiniest bit so in certain angles it looked like you were only wearing the top.

“What do you think!” You ask him, giggling in excitement as you give him a twirl. Eddie can barely form a coherent sentence, wide eyes flicking between your eyes, the shirt and your thighs. He stutters out that you look great, it suits you, smiling at you widely as he tries to compose himself. You’d taken your bra of, he can see this now that you’re closer because through the white of the top he can just about see your nipples. Eddies cheeks go scarlet at this and he turns away, trying to remain cool and quell the desire that was starting to burn up in his stomach. He turned his attention back to the horror film, watching it in an attempt to stop himself from awkwardly getting hard. God he didn’t want you to think he was some pervert but holy fuck did you look good.

As the movie neared its end Eddie felt your head lightly rest on his shoulder, looking down to see you yawning softly with heavy eyes. You looked so precious like this, he couldn’t not gently wrap his arm around yours to hold you against him. You make a ‘mm’ sound in response to this, nuzzling your face into his chest some more in your tired state, making Eddie feel like he was alight with joy. He didn’t want to move at all, to let you fall asleep on his chest and then fall asleep with you, snuggled up in perfect harmony. He looks down at you, admiring your features properly now that your eyes were closed, smiling to himself as his eyes run over the cute little freckles over your nose, and your soft, pouted lips. You were just so beautiful, his heart beat wildly in his chest as he watched your mouth fall open slightly, breathing getting softer as you fall asleep. When he was sure you’d been asleep for a couple of minutes, he very carefully lifted his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, and then gently cupped your cheek, breathing deeply as he felt the softness of your face. He held his breath when his fingers ghosted over your soft lips, the desire to kiss you burning him up on the spot. He was smitten, obsessed, in awe by you, whatever this was he had never felt so strongly about someone before. His stomach was full of butterflies as though he was a little kid with a crush and he wanted nothing more than to be in your company. Eddie felt so content, so safe with you in his arms, his own eyes eventually starting to drift shut, and his breathing shallowed as he fell asleep beside you.

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