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D&D Aesthetics | Verity Laurentum

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#d&d aesthetic #da one-shot girly! #she's going Through It (tm) #excited to play her <3 #ch: verity laurentum #campaign: the vigilant #nancy's d&d adventure #oc aesthetic #aes: verity laurentum

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Ships

Unexpected connections happen in two places: the Ships list and Feeld—a dating app for the curious. On Feeld, finding like-minded people is as fulfilling as finding yourself. In celebration of ships, here are this year’s iconic connections.

Ineffable Husbands +17 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Steddie Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Destiel Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Byler -3 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Wenclair Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday

Bowuigi Bowser & Luigi, the Super Mario Bros. franchise

Huntlow +7 Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House

Avatrice Ava Silva & Beatrice, Warrior Nun

Hannigram +2 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Buddie -4 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Vashwood Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun Stampede

Zelink +80 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Lumity -6 Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Ghostsoap Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Blackbonnet -11 Edward Teach/Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Wolfstar +8 Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Merthur +12 Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin

Jegulus +25 James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Bumbleby +48 Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Bakudeku -4 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Dreamling -1 Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Soukoku +60 Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Firstprince Alex Claremont-Diaz & Prince Henry of Wales, Red, White & Royal Blue

Wesper Wylan Van Eck & Jesper Fahey, the Grishaverse

Wangxian -8 Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi

Satosugu +23 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Imodna +8 Imogen Temult & Laudna, Critical Role

Kanej +44 Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, the Grishaverse

Bubbline Princess Bubblegum & Marceline, Adventure Time

Ladynoir -17 Ladybug & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Twiyor +6 Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Loustat +43 Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire

Zosan Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece

Marichat -12 Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Serirei +65 Serizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka, Mob Psycho 100

Adrienette -21 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Chenford +24 Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

Petrigrof Simon Petrikov & Betty Grof, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Kavetham Kaveh & Alhaitham, Genshin Impact

Griddlehark +54 Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Raeda -13 Raine Whispers & Eda Clawthorne, The Owl House

Tomgreg -19 Tom Wambsgans & Greg Hirsch, Succession

Hanamusa Jessie & Delia Ketchum, the Pokémon franchise

Zolu Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

Narumitsu -12 Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Sonadow +23 Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

Ineffable Bureaucracy Archangel Gabriel & Beelzebub, Good Omens

Spirk +9 Spock & James Kirk, Star Trek

Ballister x Ambrosius Ballister Boldheart & Ambrosius Goldenloin, Nimona

Nandermo -42 Nandor the Relentless & Guillermo de la Cruz, What We Do in the Shadows

Jonmartin -15 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Punkflower Hobie Brown & Miles Morales, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

AkiAngel Aki Hayakawa & the Angel Devil, Chainsaw Man

Ronance -49 Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Superbat -11 Superman & Batman, the DC universe

Shuake Ren Amamiya/Joker & Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Geraskier -48 Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier, The Witcher

Hualian -18 Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Sulemio Suletta Mercury & Miorine Rembran, Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Sterek -5 Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale, Teen Wolf

Gumlee Prince Gumball & Marshall Lee, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Shadowpeach Sun Wukong & the Six-Eared Macaque, Lego Monkie Kid

Drarry -29 Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe

Wilmon Prince Wilhelm & Simon Eriksson, Young Royals

Harringrove -34 Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

Kazurei Suwa Rei & Kurusu Kazuki, Buddy Daddies

Lestappen Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen, Formula 1 drivers

Zukka -5 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Codywan +8 Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Solangelo -23 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Catradora Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Shadowgast -4 Caleb Widogast & Essek Thelyss, Critical Role

Stucky -43 Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Tarlos -18 TK Strand & Carlos Reyes, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Johnlock +21 John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock

Sasunaru -24 Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto

Locklyle Anthony Lockwood & Lucy Carlyle, Lockwood & Co.

Lokius Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius, the Marvel universe

Supercorp -67 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl

Piltover's Finest Caitlyn Kiramman & Vi, Arcane

Helnik Matthias Helvar & Nina Zenik, the Grishaverse

Prohibitedwish Scarab & Prismo, Adventure Time

Klance -12 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Reylo Rey & Kylo Ren, the Star Wars universe

Hanazawa Teruki & Kageyama Shigeo, Mob Psycho 100

Cockles -44 Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, Actors

Percabeth -46 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Astarion x Tav Astarion & Tav, Baldur's Gate 3

Timkon Tim Drake & Conner Kent, Young Justice

Davekat Dave Strider & Karkat Vantas, Homestuck

Cynonari Cyno & Tighnari, Genshin Impact

Creek Craig Tucker & Tweek Tweak, South Park

Klapollo Apollo Justice & Klavier Gavin, Ace Attorney

Style Stan Marsh & Kyle Brovlofski, South Park

Korrasami -11 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

Bill x Frank Bill & Frank, The Last of Us

Nick x Charlie -51 Nick Nelson & Charlie Spring, Heartstopper

Dreamnotfound -50 Dreamwastaken & GeorgeNotFound, Streamers

Dinluke -33 Din Djarin & Luke Skywalker, the Star Wars universe

Rhaenicent Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower, House of the Dragon

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last year. Explore your desires on Feeld. Within a safer, inclusive space, you can feel free to connect more intimately to yourself and others. Choose from over 20 gender and sexuality options and explore solo, or with a partner. Curious? Download the app today.

#year in review #ships #tumblr2023

[givemearock]

Cuddling with the Stranger Things Older Teens

I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time and decided to write this to revive my tumblr 😭 I will be doing one for the party too :D (also shoutout to all the shifters who see this let this serve as motivation for your adventures)

In order- Robin, Steve, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle

Robin

It's very easy for her to get comfortable in any position. You’re elbow stabbing her stomach? She’s fine! You’re laying on her throat? If she can still breathe she’s good!

This is amplified especially if she’s already rambling on about something because she is more focused on not trying to sound stupid in front of you

In between thoughts, she’ll ask if you’re still comfortable or if she needs to move

“You’re still ok right?” “Yeah I’m fine” “Are you sure? Like 100% sure. Because I can move like I’m totally fine with moving, it's really easy.”

Would definitely be more like a base for you to snuggle up to because she moves her hands around to talk a lot

If you were the one sitting up she’d just lean her head against you as she keeps talking

After she’s been talking for a while if she needs a break she’ll just lay there in silence for a few minutes before continuing on

If you fell asleep she would definitely freeze up until you woke up

Overall a comfortable experience and you’d probably get to hear all about whatever she was obsessed with at the moment

Steve

He’d probably be a little hesitant because he’s not incredibly touchy, but since Dustin is he sort of learned to be

Touch starved growing up so he does not know how to accept it

His default would be to just hug you, but he’d move however you moved, trying his best to not make it awkward and to not ‘mess up’ as he’d say

Would fake confidence because he’s dated many girls in the past, but he honestly does not know what he’s doing

If he ever ended up uncomfortable he would ignore it and would deny his discomfort at all costs

“Steve, are you ok?” “Of course! Why do you ask?” “You’re tearing up” “Those are happy tears because I’m so comfortable!”

He’d somehow get you to believe him, either that or you’d have to hide your movement so he doesn’t end up feeling bad

Would get very cuddly and would probably end up sharing his innermost thoughts with you

He’s a weirdly comfortable person like a giant pillow so you’d get sleepy really fast, his hair is also really soft so that’s a plus

If he did fall asleep he’d make sure you did first to make sure you’re ok

10/10 you both end up asleep

Eddie

Always, and I mean always up to cuddle with literally anyone he knows, yes it’s because he’s touch starved but in the opposite way of Steve where he’s very touchy

Would pretend you’re weird for asking but, of course, he’s joking

“You wanna ‘cuddle’ with me?” “Yeah” “That’s so weird wth” “Oh” “I’m kidding, IM KIDDING”

Latches onto you immediately and won’t let go until you let go

He moves around a lot until he gets comfortable and you will probably end up as his pillow whether you like it or not

Makes sure his hair isn’t all over your face because it does that a lot

He wouldn’t ask you if you were ok with him talking a lot he would just give you a look and you’d sort of have to notice

“Eddie?” “Hm?” “Would you like to say something?” “Yes, ok so-“

Would whisper “are you sleeping?” in your ear a little too close and would get really apologetic if he accidentally woke you up

A very fluffy person 10/10 experience

Nancy

She is not a very touchy person at all and would be very reluctant to say yes and would probably resolve with an “ok but only for a few minutes”

However if she was working and you asked she’d absentmindedly say yes without really thinking about what she’s agreed too

At the beginning she’d just sit down and she would be very awkward about everything but after a little while she’d warm up to you

You’d be able to tell when she’s comfortable because she’d stop tensing up and just relax

She would have her eyes closed very tight and she wouldn’t really speak to the point where it’d be a little concerning

“Nancy? Are you ok?” “Yes.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.”

If she falls asleep be prepared to never move again because she goes deadweight pretty much immediately

Since she’s always busy she will more likely than not fall asleep

It takes some getting used to but she’s sweet 10/10

Jonathan

He definitely grew up cuddling with Joyce and Will a lot so I feel like he’d say yes and not think much of it

Very much the type to hold you versus having you hold him because with his family he was always the one doing the holding

He would let you hold him but you’d have to ask

Surprisingly takes up very little space because he sort of just curls up with his knees pressed to his chest to make sure you have enough room to get comfortable

Would sit there in silence but not in an awkward way it’d be a comfortable silence

It’s weird to describe but he has the same vibe as a cold pillow so you might get a little sleepy

If he’s either high or just very comfortable with you about 30 mins in he’d start asking you the most random of questions

“What do you think frogs think of puddles?” “Hm?” “Like, imagine finding a smaller version of your house” “Jonathan-” “Just saying it’d be a little weird”

Eventually he’d up silent again and his hold would get tighter than before as he slowly gets used to you, but he somehow isn’t aware he does this despite doing it every time

Overall you’d feel very secure and comfortable, plus you’d get to hear a wild thought, 10/10

Argyle

Of course he would say yes

Basically a giant teddy bear this man is so cuddly

Would probably just close his eyes and wrap his arms around you before whispering ‘this is nice’ in the most stereotypical way

Makes comments about your clothes if the fabric is uncomfortable or especially if it’s really comfortable

An awkward silence will not happen because if it does he’ll call it out and start a conversation

If he’s high he might try to stand up before apologizing

*he tries to stand up* “Dude I’m still here!” “Oh sorry man totally forgot you were there”

Will randomly start singing just because he likes singing and he does it whenever he’s comfortable around someone

If you guys started talking if something you said reminded him of a story he would immediately change the subject because he needs to get the thought out

“Yeah, I had a frog once and-” “FROGS! That reminds me-”

Would later on apologize for interrupting you

If he somehow ended up uncomfortable he would definitely tell you but he would make sure you didn’t feel bad about it because to him it’s not really a big deal since it’s an easy fix

Overall he’s a very comfortable and chill person, 10/10

I forgot how fun writing stuff was so I think I’m gonna start posting a lot more now. Anyways, I hope you guys like it :)

Have a nice day and night !! 🌸

#stranger things #st4 #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy stranger things #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan stranger things #argyle #argyle x reader #argyle stranger things #fanfic writing #writing #writers on tumblr #givemearock

[emblazons]

"I think it would be easier if we were a team."

Day Five of @bylerweek2023 - Secret Identities aka - the Modern!Byler + DnD AU no one asked for

The details for their character sheets came from here + here, though only Mike's is confirmed secondary media. The details + story behind these versions of byler under the cut!

The Secret

The Cleric (Will) & The Paladin (Mike) have been playing digital campaigns together for nearly five years now, after Mike‘s then-newfound investment in Critical Role inspired him to hunt for an online DnD game to play for himself.

Inseparable on the pixelated battlefield, their half a decade of campaigning together has slowly turned them into the best of (digital) friends, as they’ve shared their deepest secrets in the anonymous-but-meaningful way you can only online. From Will admitting that his main concern even outside being ridiculed for his sexuality is healing from childhood PTSD to Mike admitting that his picture-perfect family hates his interests and would never accept that he likes guys, both of them have learned to defer to each other in and out of campaigns—they have grown deeply fond of each other through their characters’ adventures…and chats that mean more to both of them than they would dare admit aloud.

Even so, all the Cleric and the Paladin really know about each other on a practical level is that they’re both 20 this year, are both in college now, and that they both come from the Midwest—though they do hope to meet one day if it ever makes sense.

There really is nothing like a friend who gets to see the sides of you you’re not allowed to show in any other space—and neither of them wants to live their entire lives without someone who treats them as well as their longtime D&D companion.

The Identities

Mike Wheeler and Will Byers have been in each other’s orbit since elementary school in Hawkins, though Will’s been pretty distant about keeping tabs on Mike since he dated (and subsequently broke up) with his sister El during freshman year. Mike always enjoyed the time he spent with Will and could tell that Will felt the same, though Mike knew from the second he broke up with El that Will’s love for his family was going to take precedence over their mutual interest in the same (nerdy) things—the same way it did for his sister Nancy when she broke up with Will’s brother, Jonathan, when they went to college.

It’s been years since that happened now, though—and the last time Mike spoke to Will was when they gave each other a friendly hug goodbye the day of high school graduation. Now well into his 3rd year of college, Mike only knows that Will goes to IU just like he does…but on a campus of over 30,000 people and as an English major to Will’s Visual Arts, it’s not like they see each other.

Even so, time away from his exacting family has made Mike more comfortable, and he has slowly realized that it’s time to branch out of his solely hypothetical “rebellious” spaces and into meeting real people who share his interests—to fully embrace is love of DnD in real life to learn the fine art of figurine painting, soak up all the wisdom to be found in classic printed dungeon master guides, and experience the ruckus of a well-strategized in-person campaign. That’s why, on one rainy Friday night in March, he wanders into the Hellfire Club—the on-campus DnD group he’s heard of but never been brave enough to join.

Given his knowledge of Will from all those years ago, seeing the guy he grew up with sitting next to him for Eddie Munson’s grungy basement campaign wasn’t all that much of a surprise, actually. What was a surprise was what happened when he looked down at the table in front of the boy next to him….only to see “Will the Wise” at the top of Will Byers character sheet, plain as day.

tl;dr - you're 20, and your long-time online crush bestie who knows all your secrets turns out to be the brother of the girl you dated for five seconds at 14. Chaos ensues.

#bylerweek2023 #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #tbh it this was the most confusing prompt for me in this whole week… I didn’t know what I was going to do. And THIS happened #design forward #SO THIS IS NOTHING LIKE MY USUAL STUFF #these gifs are literally my first ever attempt at blending images? #the clips for the dnd characters deadass came from the baulders gate character builder omg #and the clips of the boys are from GQ interviews #it’s def not my usual gif style or process BUT #but I enjoyed it! and thanks to Bre (as always) for hearing me talk this whole idea out lmaooo #as for the whole plot that went along with me thinking out 'secret identities' #...I have no reasoning other than it got away from me lol #I don't write fic but HELL if I will not write out a whole story like a summary or script treatment LMAO #I might try my hand on expanding it one day #but for now its just this. lol #stranger things #the me tag #my gifs #st writing #byleredit #tuserrae

[love-toxin]

If Nancy's an elf queen, what would everyone else dress up as? I vote (half)orc barbarian for Steve 👀 (no shirt allowed btw). and for Robin... 🤔 I'm thinking tabaxi maybe? (maybe I just wanna see her wearing cat ears...) and angelface could be anything idk <3

yessss.....YESSSSSS HEHEHE

(cws: fruity four, d&d roleplay, plugs, a little hint at some spicier roleplay)

Steve gets a heap of leather straps and fur for his half-orc barbarian costume, his body mostly exposed save for the 'x' crossed over his pecs and the fur pelt that's tied around his waist, plus a pair of striking leather boots and some wrist guards with straps that lace up to his forearms and loop around. Eddie wants to put a little body paint on him to complete the look but Steve keeps refusing, up until the rest of you hold his arms back and smile at how he swaps between being furious and giggling at the tickling sensation of the paintbrush on his skin. you all agreed to go whole hog for this, and you weren't expecting it to be perfect but damn does Steve look good with those crimson handprints all over him, along with some markings down his cheeks so it looks like he's been crying blood. metal.

Robin's look is sexy for completely different reasons--when she comes out from the bathroom, the cat ear headband tucked under her hair is plenty cute, and the simple blouse tucked into her tight skirt is adorable on her frame. but the droopy cat tail she's got with a hole cut through her bottoms to lead it through is an awesome touch, although she swipes at you when you go to touch it and yelps when Nancy's hand manages to shoot out and grab it. and it's made very clear by that deep scarlet blush heating up her face that it's not just for aesthetics, and when she awkwardly whispers to you and Nance that it's really a tail, you both get the gist and giggle with each other as you tease her and stroke her fuzzy appendage, in the hopes that the plug it's attached to will shift around a little more inside her.

Eddie and Nancy's costumes are pretty standard in comparison; his ranger outfit is mostly dark, loose fabrics stretched over his lithe frame with a scarf, a cloak, and a bit of unshaved stubble to give him a more scraggly look. Nancy's elf queen outfit is pretty much just a long, white dress with more opaque cloth beneath it to protect her dignity, along with a delicate tiara and some gold jewelry and makeup along with a pair of elf ears securely attached to her real ones, and covered partially with her hair. with all of them dressed up, you're hoping your costume will be just as cool--hell, maybe it'll be even cooler if Eddie's saving it for last!

with that expectation at the forefront of your mind, you're a little confused and a touch disappointed when Eddie hands you a plain-looking dress and apron (with a corset, at least) and tells you that your character is gonna be a barmaid. a wench. an NPC. trying to hide it just makes it more obvious that you feel left out, but Eddie reassures you that yours is the most important part! put it on so he can start the scene, and he'll show you--and put on a smile, too!

part of you wishes you hadn't joined if you're probably just gonna be watching anyways, but since you know Eddie and you know he's not one to disappoint, you go along with it and hike the dress up over your shoulders--noticing right away that the corset cinches by itself, which is handy, but also that it pushes up your boobs so they're pretty much all out in the open, you swear you can feel air gliding under them from how exposed they are. you listen closely to Eddie laying out the scene for you, describing the tavern you're in and explaining the four of their roles as adventurers and a little backstory, while offering few details about your character aside from the fact that you "always swoon over the sexy adventuring party that comes through town now and again" which you roll your eyes at as the others giggle.

but when Eddie finally sets you all up in your spots--you at the makeshift countertop of your bar, and the four of them in various spots around the "tavern" which is just the wide backroom of the Hideout with all the furniture rearranged--you finally seem to get the driving force behind this elaborate scene Eddie's concocted. the elf queen sat demurely with her tabaxi attendant obediently standing by, the barbaric half-orc prince musing on his recent kills, the reanimated ranger from unspoken lands pulling out a d4 to shake in his hand.....and when he's got everyone's attention, including yours, Eddie produces a potion from his cloak to set it on the table with a thunk. he numbers off the four of them, ensuring they know how to react depending on what he rolls, and looks across the table he's at to wink in your direction before he lets the die go.

"first one to land gets dibs on the wench."

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie's angelface #spicy writing #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

[raribella]

head over heels | e.m.

summary: both Eddie and yourself have been obliviously pining over each other whenever you'd cross paths during your jazz club and his D&D ones at Hawkins High. What happens when, after protecting you from Jason, he's the only one who can also let you out of Vecna's hands?

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

genre: fluff, slowburn, adventure if you squint, a little bit of a songfic.

involves: they are so oblivious it's funny, a lot of songs, Eddie being reader's happy memory (Lucas and Max much), Jason being an absolute idiot, mentions of harassment, Nancy is your best friend, it gets tooth rotting fluffy at the end.

word count: 3,9k

note: thank you SO much for the love you've been giving to Dream a Little Dream of Me! It's overwhelming - I also just got to 500 followers and this is huge!! thank you!! there's a minor detail change from the original plot regarding the order of events at the upside down, and also - Eddie lives. This story came to mind when I saw one of my favorite pics of my mom, she was in a jazz club (with other four friends) during her teen years. love my teen mom. mwah!

SONG: Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears, and many others scattered through the story.

It was Thursday, which means you had your weekly jazz dance rehearsal with your friends after school. No one else but you and the other four girls, divided between juniors and seniors - you being a part of the latter - really took enough interest to partake in your somewhat of a club, but according to the principal, it only took three people to make an official club at Hawkins High, so that was what you were. You loved that you could make dance become a part of your High School life, it didn’t do much for you socially, but you didn’t care about that since you already blended with everyone else pretty well; nor did you care about the Talent Show or the Fair presentations - though thinking about them did give your belly some butterflies, you truly were in there just to be able to let some steam out, for the movement. It was one of the things you liked the most, and you were glad you were able to finally do it outside your own room.

This brings you to be about to enter Hawkins High for the second time today. Your club, though small, wouldn’t be all alone at the building after school hours, though. You usually shared your evenings or nights with the Hellfire club. The D&D official Hawkins High club, or simply the outcasts. You usually crossed ways with Eddie Munson when walking across the hallways at that time and today was no different; you passed through the boy again and said hi with a nod of your head, never really used to treat him or anyone else at that school badly; he slimed a bit, waving at you, and, had you known him better, you'd be able to call him a sap for the way he always gave you those lip tight, dimples and cheek apple smiles. 

Every time the both of you would meet in the hallways at that time, everything way emptier than early in the morning, you would catch yourself thinking about him during the warm-ups or a little further into the routines. You didn’t have a crush or anything like it, rather you were intrigued by the boy. You admired him in a way. The way he acted around everyone else in a nearly theatrical brave way, though if you never messed with him, he would likely let you be as well. You thought of his side-business or the way he would arrive on his obnoxious van listening loudly to those glam rock bands or actual metal. Or even about Corroded Coffin; his band that only got to perform once at the talent show - Eddie himself was way different when he was a middle schooler -. Eddie Munson intrigued you, and you enjoyed those little smiles you exchanged on the go - getting even to the point of adding some of his metal to your warm-up mixtape, something the girls weren’t huge fans of.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The week after, you and Eddie ended up closing up the school together, both extracurriculars ending at a later hour, as you helped him hold some of his - lots - of folders, the both of you closed the doors together, and the boy turned to you faster than he recognizes he should have when the headphones that rested on your neck changed from ‘Dancing With Myself’ by Billy Idol to ‘Rainbow In The Dark’ by Dio, but he turned back quickly and seemed to get his guards back up before commenting, “you know, I have a vest with their album on the back, pretty nice that you also listen to some decent shit,” and you chuckled at his final words, ignoring them slightly. “I’ve seen it around! It’s from ‘The Last In Line’, right? Pretty fresh!”, he smiled again, a little more subtly this time, and as you got to the van, he grabbed the rest of his papers from your hand and offered you a ride. 

“You know, I could always put these things on the back of the van and get you home, it’s pretty late and you’re in your dance clothes- I mean, can’t be comfortable to be walking around in these,” you knew what he meant, but also couldn’t let yourself give him the trouble, as friendly as he was being right now, so you politely decline, saying with a smile that you were kind of used to going back home walking by yourself. You weren’t lying, rare were the times your mom would allow you to drive to school in her Volkswagen beetle, and you weren’t a fan of riding the bike - dancing was a pretty decent exercise to be doing already. So you usually just put your headphones on and try and walk in a somewhat quicker way while going back home, and that’s exactly what you did, giggling on the phone in denial as Marina insisted that what she saw when leaving school last minute was some flirting with “the freak.”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

In the next week, though, the basketball team would also use the school during the after-hours for training, and that's when you had an upsetting encounter with Jason Carver. Jason never hid the fact that he found you attractive, not even when he started dating Chrissy, he never really kept to himself what he thought about your perm, or your coolant and the way it looked on your body. ‘Kind’ words as they were - or as he claimed it to be since to you it always sounded predatory, they were never welcome, and you never hid that as well.

Though most people already knew Jason was a complete prick, few had the courage to voice it, and even less when it came to saying it right to his face, so as much as you never bothered hiding how uncomfortable and disgusted you actually were by his mere figure, he could never get intimidated, being in the social position he was, besides naturally way stronger and more powerful than you.

Jason intended to use all that to his favor when meeting you at the school parking lot when the team had an interval of sorts, the rehearsal on your side having just ended. You were still close to the door when the jock started cornering you in a way. He was embarrassing you. He was making you feel unsafe. “Come on, baby, give me a smile, all I’m doing here is praising your god lovely body, am I not right? You have just such nice legs, huh?” You kept looking anywhere but him, every single thing in that gray, plain parking lot surrounded by those old trees just looked way more interesting than the situation going on right by your eyes. As Jason reached for your waist, you shut your eyes tight together and snapped your head to the other side, mustering the courage to try and sound firm as you commanded him to let go of you. As you opened your eyes again, you saw him, apparently your lucky charm.

Eddie Munson was already inside his van, his whole head sneaking out the front window, nearing the both of you at an ungodly pace. He looked really focused on the sight before him. Really pissed as well as the van rushed a lot close to Jason’s arm - the boy had turned in the same direction as your gaze when you had finally smiled. Not nearly for the reason he had wanted. -

“I can come waaaaay closer next time you fucking stupid little shit” being inside his tall van gave Eddie some sort of advantage: he felt safe enough to confront Jason Carver. He could be confronting him about the monstrosity he was about to do to you and he surely was. But gosh, screaming at that prick felt good, and he had few opportunities to do so so freely. 

“Get off of here you demon freak! This is none of your concern” Jason growled as an answer, and you took advantage of his distraction to distance yourself a bit. “If I were you I'd let the girl go, though. Don't wanna be limping around near the finals or something, right?” Eddie stepped on the gas as he spoke, making the engine rumble. He sounded more serious this time around like he didn’t want to show any emotion in his voice. Jason glared angrily at the both of you before storming back inside the school, his steps sounding loud on the gravel floor.

As you inevitably accepted his ride offer this time, Eddie didn't bother putting on any of his cassettes when he heard your walkman was still on, and as to make you feel at ease, he just let the faint sound of your headphones - still resting on your neck - be in charge of the music. His van smelled of weed, and you grew more relaxed as the adrenaline left your body, murmuring along with ‘Head Over Heels’ by Tears for Fears, which you always forgot was on your mixtape. Eddie stole a curious glance over from the driver's seat, and you smiled at him, finally thanking him for what he'd done before.

"It's no problem, happy to be the tough guy this time around…" he referenced back to the way he was usually the target, mainly when Jason had the company of the other jocks around him - had that be the case, his van advantage wouldn’t even count that much. - Eddie focused his gaze back on the road. 

If asked by anyone, he wouldn’t confirm nor deny was growing infatuated with you, he wouldn’t want to waste his time doing that in a place where most people just hated him, but he did think a lot about those quick moments you shared in the empty halls when the both of you had something else to do, keeping your distance in a way, but persuading each other. Eddie liked how you would walk to the rhythm of whatever was playing on your walkman, smiling, voicing the words, and tapping your hands to your body, he had observed you were always carrying an extra scrunchie on your fist, and how you didn't hesitate to treat him right even when the line to talk to the "freak" wasn't very big. 

He liked not having to put his guard up whenever you were around.

On the same night, you spent hours telling Nancy everything that happened over the phone, laying on your bed with your phone beside you, your head hanging off the corner as you curled the wire with your free hand. She promised she could fire a bullet right at the guy the very next time she saw him, the least she could do as they would never let her write the truth on the school paper, but overall she was relieved you were fine, and truthfully curious about how Eddie ended up being your hero. As you told her the whole build-up, leaving a few stolen stares and chuckles behind, she was still able to call you a sap, and you started to curse her name over the phone, giggling. Head Over Heels was blaring at the boombox on the other side of your room, and, as if on cue, you started singing along with the chorus, teasing Nancy on the other side of the line. “Something happens and I'm head over heels, I never find out till I'm head over heels…” you chuckled, as if you could ever feel that way towards him, right?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Everything took a dramatic turn since Dustin Henderson thought it was a good idea to get you to join his supernatural thing little group, telling you how Hawkins’ curse actually did mean something, and how you were all on the clock to save the city and the suddenly framed for murder Eddie Munson. You were scared. You didn’t know what to believe, it was all too surreal and at the same time, it did make true sense as you never bought some things like the mall fire story anyway. So with the confidence Nancy knew you had in her, a lot of gulping your own fears inside and Eddie’s pained stare when you found him three days ago basically engraved on the back of your mind, you joined “Dustin’s troop”, and were now coming up with a plan to go back to the upside-down and actually kill this Vecna guy-thing yourselves.

With Max’s life in danger and the scare Nancy gave the lot of you, you all decided on sharing your favorite songs or artists in case any of you would be the next to be cursed. Had it been a different circumstance, you would’ve adored the way ‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways and ‘Girls on Film’ by Duran Duran were both Robin and Steve’s choices. You’d command a story time when Steve glared at Dustin when he said his song would most likely be ‘Never Ending Story’, and give Lucas a sympathetic smile when he hinted his was ‘I Want You Back’, by The Jacksons 5. You would feel normal, just hanging out with some new friends or something. You’d beg for that given this week’s events. When you were asked about a song, though, you had honestly no clue of what to say. You listened to music all the time, and couldn’t really pinpoint any that made you feel giddy inside or brought back any memories, so your safe answer was ‘Why Did It Have to Be Me?’ by ABBA, it was one of your favorite bands and any song by them did actually have a possibility of working, so you thought that would do as you voiced your choice.

And you hoped to dear God to be right when you heard that clock for the first time. You gasped slightly and felt shivers going from the back of your neck to your spine, Robin gave you a light squeeze on the shoulder when she noticed your fidgeting, as she assumed it was solely from fear. You had decided to keep it that way, since worrying about you and maybe even assigning someone to keep looking after you would only delay everyone’s plans and increase the risk as you’d distract them from the original plan. You wanted this to end soon, and as long as you kept yourself occupied with your mission, things would be alright. They had to be.

When Nancy started going over the phases of the plan, Lucas, Erica, and Max listened and confirmed everything back at Hawkins, via Walkie-Talkie, but her voice started sounding faint as your brain focused on what you thought you saw.

 Jason. Behind a tree.

Your brain started to quickly storm you with feelings, not only your personal disgust and pinch of fear but Eddie’s own loathing. - If Jason was here, he was going after Eddie, and you had no idea what he’d do if he ever found you on his way, but Eddie was being wrongfully accused, framed for murder. And the murdered person in question was Chrissy, Jason’s girlfriend. Shit. Him being here - however he even got himself in the Upside Down - was fucked up. And you couldn’t let him ruin your friend’s plan. And you really did owe Eddie one from before, so you had to protect them. And that’s what kept you going as you stormed in the direction of that tree.

“Jason?” you quipped, your friends were already out of sight, and you looked in every direction as to find the blonde boy.

After everyone confirmed they understood what Nancy had said when she finished talking about never moving on with the plan without everyone’s “OK” and not ever stop following the plan, they noticed you kept silent, and as everyone looked at you, your eyes were completely white.

Shit.

Your body was firmly planted on the ground, standing like a rock as your eyes looked in a trance, Nancy’s eyes went completely wide as Eddie and Robin shook you slightly from each side.

“y/n?? You’re here right? That’s just a bad joke, a test, right?” Robin’s voice sounded a little shaky. 

“Jason!” you demanded this time, as a grandfather-looking clock was seemingly stuck to a tree trunk, startling you as it chimed, “Come on baby, give me a smile,” whichever way you looked, you couldn’t find him, but his voice was close. You placed your hand over your mouth as your face contorted in terror. There were many spiders running through the floor as your eyed finally reached his figure, your body stopped moving in circles. He was slowly walking closer, your sight slowly becoming clear.

Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were surrounding you, Nancy had separated the other pair muttering something in between “she’s not pretending” and “we need to be fast”, Steve was helping her as he held her backpack open, her gun and your half of the selected tapes inside it, and the girl was holding a walkman in front of you, skipping every damned track from the Arrival cassette after 30 minutes of it not working, Steve trying to coherently insist for her to just keep it on your chosen track for a little longer.

“Where is he, y/n?” Jason grabbed your waist forcefully, his voice started to sound like a growl “Where’s that filthy murderer you like now, huh? Not gonna save you as well?” you felt helpless. You couldn’t really respond as he accused Eddie and his touches alone seemed terrifying. You tried looking up to him this time, switching from the attitude you had last, but now, instead of Jason, you saw a terrible, demoniac skull-looking figure who was full of those thick veins and held a horrific angry stare. Your eyes widened. You wanted to scream so bad.

“IT’S. NOT. WORKING, STEVE!” Nancy screamed, her brows furrowed together in worry. As Eddie seemed lost in his thoughts, Robin suggested Nancy could remember any other of your favorites. “Come on Nancy, you know her better than anyone here, you must know! a-ha? Soft Cell?” she suggested, panicked.

“Come on, y/n, why don’t you just give yourself to me? why won’t you tell me what you know?” your jaw clenched as his grip grew tighter, securing you firmly in place, it felt like you were now against a tree, and you just closed your eyes shut.

“I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather… but traditions I can trace against the child in your face, won't escape my attention”

The way the three others looked at Eddie when he started timidly singing the song would make him immediately stop, clear his throat, and say something scary to tell them off in normal circumstances. But Eddie was too focused on trying to remember the lyrics of the song he listened to only two times after he heard you faintly mutter the lyrics on his van some time ago. Nancy’s face relaxed in realization as she remembered the blatant way you sang along with it on the phone weeks before, so she joined in, 

“You keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion… I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much? Oh, you're wasting my time, you're just, just, just wasting time”

You opened your eyes as you started to listen to what seemed like your best friend and Eddie’s voice singing Head Over Heels, and you were stunned, sure, the idea of their cracked voices singing a song you at times couldn’t even remember was on most of your mixtapes winning over ABBA would’ve made you chuckle if the thing - you could only assume it was Vecna, but you wouldn’t make yourself feel even more fear by making the situation official - wasn’t squeezing you harder. “Just try and be very still…”

“Something happens and I'm head over heels, I never find out, till I'm head over heels! Something happens and I'm head over heels- Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart, don't, don't, don't throw it away”

Steve and Robin shared a weirded-out glance before they both could also start singing along with the other two, Steve was a little more unsure of his words, the same as Eddie, but Robin also knew the song, so it became a little easier.

You remembered the first time Eddie talked to you after all those secretive glances and smiles that made you think of him and get your steps wrong. “pretty nice that you also listen to some decent shit”, you almost felt lightweight all over again as you held back a chuckle, “try to remember good things, to keep you grounded,” Max had instructed, and so you were trying to do, you got to think of how he looked at you as you tapped your hands along with the bass that was faintly playing on your headphones as you sat on his van, and how he thought you didn’t notice. Your eyes flew open again, and you saw the described “portal-looking thing” Max also mentioned, something that looked like a hole into reality, it shone a bit on the light yellow corners, contrasting with the dark red forest you were currently being held in, and you just wanted to go there. 

“I made a fire and watching it burn, thought of your future. With one foot in the past now just how long will it last, no, no, no, have you no ambitions?”

You reached for his torso, finding a way of hurting that thing, and, as you ran in the direction of the ridiculous-looking scene of your four goofy friends singing chaotically, you remembered yourself singing over the phone to Nancy, maybe just a little less messily, as you refused to believe you really did sound like a sap. You dodged a huge rock as you reached for the portal, forcing your eyes shut as you still weren’t sure it wouldn’t reach you.

And then you gasped. Falling weakly to the ground.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“And this is my four leaf clover, I'm on the line, one open mind. This is my four leaf clover… In my mind's eye”

The song blared through the boombox again, but not yours this time. It blared from the table in the living room of the small trailer, and you and Eddie were sitting on his bed. You wore a Black Sabbath shirt that was obviously too big on you as you went to hug him. You did end up losing a lot of time back at the upside down, and the plan proceeded to be a little messy since, after entering your head, no one was really sure of which conditions they would find Vecna. But it did end up working, and you all came back safe, able to clear Eddie’s name, even. He still tried to hide, though, as the both of you ran away to be in his trailer again two days later when the rest of the gang was apparently showing up.

“I can’t believe this was the song that saved me. You said it yourself I listened to some decent shit,” you mumbled against his neck, Eddie chuckled. You were still hugging him, standing on your knees on top of the bed as he was on his feet, body facing you. “But a Billy Idol one had just finished… I like how eclectic you are, you know?” he smiled down at you, lips tightly pressed together, making his cheeks plump forward a bit.

You giggled, hiding how you had only started to listen to rock music back when you were curious about him. Thunderstruck by AC/DC was now playing loud on the boombox, you smiled, placing your hands on each one of his cheeks, muttering before you leaned into him for a kiss.

 “I like how you saved me.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson x reader fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson st4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine

[yoshihashismattebum]

9 People I'd Like to Get to Know Better

Thanks @sycamoretrees for the tag!

Last song: I'm going to cheat and go for a whole album. I've been really enjoying Where's My Utopia? by Yard Act recently: deceptively clever stream-of-consciousness lyrics that walk the line between wry irony and passionate sincerity, all set to post-punk beats that you can dance to. (Shout-out to HELLMODE by Jeff Rosenstock and Sorry for the Late Reply by Sløtface too – both brilliant albums as well)

And while I'm breaking the rules, I might as well mention my wrestling playlist that I've been working on! It's a really eclectic mix of songs that remind me of various different things in wrestling – feuds, characters, general vibes etc. It's not finished yet (I'd like to organise it thematically and write some annotations to explain my thinking behind the choices), but maybe you'll find something on there you like!

Favourite colour: it's a tie between blue and purple (especially lilac). Also currently enjoying the yellow-green of the new leaves that are appearing at this time of year!

Currently watching: wrestling, surprise surprise. I'm just about keeping up with AEW and completely failing to keep up with NJPW. Other than that, I've not really been in a big TV/film mood recently. Although I did see Dune Part 2 the other week, which I thought was fantastic. My partner and I have also become slightly addicted to watching Gab Smolders play Nancy Drew games on YouTube.

Spicy/savoury/sweet/(sour)/(salty)/[umami]: since @sycamoretrees set a precedent of adding options, I'm going to go with another write-in candidate: my beloved umami. I am a Marmite fiend and will eat just about anything if it has soy sauce/miso/strong cheese etc in it. I enjoy pretty much all of the above tastes though, especially when combined in interesting ways. If I had to choose between the original options, I probably lean towards savoury; I have extremely strong opinions on crisps.

Relationship status: I've been with my partner for almost 11 years now :) (While I'm here, go check out her fantastic art and tabletop RPG writing at @mortphilippa! Obviously I'm biased, but she's super talented!)

Obsessions:

Too many to mention them all, but here's a selection:

Wrestling (of course): as well as my usual AEW & NJPW, I've watched some CMLL recently, which has been fun. I also recently reached new levels of nerd by emulating King of Colosseum 2, a Japanese wrestling game from 2004, on PC. It's good! Holds up well!

Tabletop role-playing games – an ever-present obsession for me. I've just wrapped up a 4+ year D&D campaign that I was GMing, which is an odd feeling, but I'm so proud of the story we told together. I'm also currently GMing/writing stuff for Cy_Borg, Liminal Horror and Brindlewood Bay, among others! There are tons more I want to run though – too many games, not enough time! (I am always up for conversations about TTRPGs by the way – I could talk forever about them! Hit me up if you wanna chat!)

Puzzle games: more of a recent obsession. I continue to do the Wordle every day, but I've recently been enjoying Connections (sorting words into categories), Heardle Decades (identifying songs from the intros), and Squeezy (a weird game about fitting letters into other words). I'm also going through a bit of a point-and-click adventure phase. Really enjoying Unavowed by Dave Gilbert currently. I'm not usually an urban fantasy fan, so it's a testament to how good the writing is that I'm loving it as much as I am.

Spring flowers: spring has well and truly sprung here in the UK, and I am loving all of the flowers that are popping up everywhere! There's nothing that brings me joy quite like going for a walk and doing some plant-spotting (I'm trying to get better at identifying plants this year! I'm mostly reliant on Google Lens and a bit of inherited knowledge from my Grandma currently)

Oops, that was A Lot! Enough about me. Time to tag some other people! (Only if you feel like it though! Absolutely zero pressure)

IRL friends (I know you all very well already, but I always love hearing what you're up to 💙): @thewaythroughthewoods, @thepenultimaterolo and @mortphilippa (and @unpairedbracket if you fancy it!)

Some Tumblr people wot seem cool (sorry if we've not interacted much – I've not been on Tumblr a lot recently and I'm bad at starting conversations!): @norfkid, @sybilius, @dansedan, @unlikelywrestlingfan, @punkrockpariah

#about me #tag game

[dogboytim]

Requested by my cousin bc why not.

Date night with stranger things characters

Robin Buckley

Stargazing

She loves pointing out constellations and naming them

She’ll share her jacket if you get cold

David Bowie playing on the little radio she brought

Slow dancing under the stars

Eddie Munson

Playing a song he wrote for you on his guitar

Talking about his next D&D session

Definitely bringing you along if he plays with his band that night

Playing with his hair

Stealing his jacket

Nancy Wheeler

Reading her favorite books while cuddling

Joking about things Mike has done or about your exes

Soft kisses

Nail painting because she loves it

Letting her do your hair

Jonathan Byers

Hiking

Taking pictures of plants a wildlife

Maybe even doing a photo session with you!

Hanging out at his place once you finish hiking

Falling asleep in each other’s arms

Steve Harrington

Takes you out to lover’s lake to swim

Playfully pulling one another under the water and swimming off

Wearing some extra clothes he brought because you forgot to bring some

Talking about the adventures you two have shared

Getting a quick bite to eat on the way home

Billy Hargrove

Probably going to a party

Gets jealous about halfway through because the other people there keep staring

Heading out of town just for the night

It’s just one long car ride that involves jokes and embarrassing stories

He tries convincing you to stay when he has to take you home

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fandom #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove

[aceofwonders]

D&D Aesthetics

↳ “why are you so full of rage? because you are full of grief.”

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#d&d aesthetic #ch: rhydian #*weak thumbs up* it is finished #completed this in a sick haze so no idea if it looks ok but eh #i love my boyo #truly rest in peace to papa i am forever sadden by my decision to kill you off #also just fully threw together a birthday but it feels right #campaign: the vigilant #nancy's d&d adventure #oc aesthetic #aes: rhydian

[humanityinahandbag]

I was talking to @samthefrank about this and we decided that there is no fucking way Eddie Munson is a top.

He's a gay dude living in 1980s Indiana who reads Lord of the Rings and plays D&D for fun. This boy would burst into tears if someone handed him a goddamed bouquet of weeds.

Because of this, we came to the very obvious conclusion;

Eddie Munson doesn't realize what his own bandana stands for.

Oh he'll learn of course. But it's not going to be because of a book or a movie or god forbid an experienced gay mentor.

He's going to learn when Steve sidles up to him and says, "I'm usually the one who likes to take charge but I think I could let you do it if you really wanted to."

Eddie would have zero clue what this dude is talking about.

"Your bandana," Nancy would finally explain, because of course she's well versed in gay subtext and secret codes. "You're flagging, right?"

"Right." says Eddie.

"You're using your bandana to tell people what you like."

"Right," says Eddie.

"And what you like is to be in charge and take control."

"What!?" Eddie will shake his head, curls flying everywhere. "Who told you that?"

"You did!" And poor Nancy looks moments away from tearing her hair out. "You told us you were a top when you shoved your bandana into your pocket!"

"Oh!" Eddie will smile brightly. "Yeah! I'm a top! Because I like people on top of me!"

"That's... No."

"Yes! I'm a top!"

"No, Eddie."

"It's not like I want someone else to be on the bottom, that's too much work!"

"Oh my God you beautiful idiot."

And thus begins The Fruity Four's greatest adventure. Hosting Gay Sex Ed for a 20 year old high school graduate slash dungeon master who wants very badly to be sweetly and wildy railed until the entire fucking bed breaks by one Steve Harrington.

#Steve Harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #nancy wheeler #flagging #they're both idiots your honor

[memaidraws]

On Repeat Playlist Tag Game

Rules: Shuffle your repeat playlist 10 times and tag 10 people. Tagged by @flymmsy 😘

If you've ever wanted to laugh at my musical tastes, no better opportunity now, folks!

I know a lot of you guys are within the venn diagram of shared/mutual fandoms, so what I'll do for this (to make things interesting) is assign a pairing for each song and a wee rationale as to why ;)

Tagging: @defira85 @atypicalacademic @dirty-bosmer @henbased @braindancer @feykiller @vasiktomis @circlejourney @chickenparm @sweatandwoe (sorry if you've been tagged before!)

SHEPARD / GARRUS (Mass Effect) Okay, Reina's technically not 'Shepard', and this is a big cheat because Jeon Somi is her voice claim haha. Definitely a song she's released out of spite when Garrus all but disappeared to play vigilante on Omega ;)

MARTIN SEPTIM / MARINA CORVUS (TES IV: Oblivion) Listen, listen, this song is so perfectly them it actually kind of hurts a lot. To people that surrounded Martin, Emperor-to-be, Marina was exactly the kind of troublemaker they needed him to stay away from. But to Brother Martin the man made of flesh? She was everything to him uwu

GORTASH / DURGE (Baldur's Gate III) Come on now, the lyrics are PERFECT for a Durge lamenting about the big dumb crush she's got on Enver and oh my god? He likes her back? (She says, kicking her feet in the air, after a bloody massacre, much to Sceleritas Fel's dismay)

MAYOR HANCOCK / LEE (Fallout 4) UGH oh my god so I know Lee Know from Stray Kids is his faceclaim but this song is very much them. Wanting to run away, seeking freedom where they can take it? Not wanting to take shit for all the crap that's been thrown their way? Yeah <3 Maybe for a modern AU <3

GORTASH / DARK URGE (Baldur's Gate III) It's not cheating! If Kill! Kill! Kill! was from Durge's perspective, I can see this being from Gortash's perspective (the fact this is one genuine emo/alt??? perfect for Gorty's aging rockstar look). Like come on, it's in the name, the lyrics, the screamo bridge? Davey Havok knows what's up.

ONMUND / ALREK (TES V: Skyrim) Oh man. Oh man so this particular album from Bastille has been very Onmund/Alrek coded to me (for reasons I won't get into yet ;D) But this is very much like Alrek watching the world quite literally burn and the only thing he can think of is courting the cute mage and throwing all his cares into the wind. After all, when the world's ending, why does any of it matter?

CAPT DELACOURT / MC (Heart of a Sky Pirate) Hey, my otome game officially lives on an app, so this counts ;D But these more upset, shanty-esque songs definitely reminds me of Delacourt and his romance route. Throwing your cares to the wind (literally) and having a grand ol' time no matter where the adventure takes you.

F!SOLE SURVIVOR / CURIE (Fallout 4) Hear me out: I think Parker's (my sole) romance with Curie is almost highschool puppy love. And it doesn't help that they both have some pretty huge baggage that they need to work through-- so having someone to lean on and love in a way that's easy, carefree and happy? Yeah they're gonna hold onto that <3

STELLE / MARCH 7TH (Honkai: Star Rail) Forever crying that my Caelus is getting so many better pulls than my Stelle, but fwiw, I definitely think Stelle and March have a very fun, easy-going relationship. Kinda need to when you're Trailblazing across the galaxy in a giant space train (and angering gods along the way, oops!)

GALE DEKARIOS / TAV (Baldur's Gate III) Hear me out: I think these two would be so into each other in the way that they absolutely would not leave each other alone. You think Astarion/Tav is bad? These two have it worse. To be more precise, my Tav for this romance, Rae, is very much into exploring his romantic curiosities with Gale. No one else makes him feel as safe and wanted uwu

#music tagged #if you weren't tagged and wanna participate go ahead! #just say I tagged you and I'll come check it out! #no obligation btw to those who were tagged! #Spotify

[dameronology]

hcs for steve x henderson reader please?

ofc!!

the scenario as to how you're a henderson sibling is ambigious; could be adopted, biological, whatever u prefer����

you 100% met through dustin

i mean you probably knew each other already, because you're a similar age and hawkins high isn't massive but you actually properly, meet through dustin

your baby brother is an adventurous kid; he's out at all hours of the day getting up to god knows what and you know he sneaks out his window past curfew when your mum thinks he is asleep

it's whatever, really; you know he's good at heart and probably isn't getting into trouble. you were the same when you were his age

you meet steve for the first time in unfortunate circumstances; you were meant to pick dustin up from a d&d meet but the thought completely slipped your mind

steve drops him off on the doorstep about two hours later with a very grumbly, curly haired kid by his side

"you forgot about me! what's more important than me?"

you send dustin inside and profusely apologise to and thank steve at the same time; he finds it quite funny actually because honestly how could you forget about someone as persistently loud and annoying as your little brother??

you bond over the fact he's a great, if not irritating kid

steve sees you in a coffee shop a few days later & you buy him a cup to say thank you for your mistake the other night

you end up talking for hours and he asks you out

from there it's an uphill trajectory of literally just falling in love with him

you hide it from dustin at first; there's no telling how he'll react

steve likes to think he'll be jealous because even though he shouldn't care what some kid thinks, he definitely feels a pang of something everytime dustin calls him all like "don't worry about picking me up later, eddie's gonna give me a ride!"

and harrington would like to think that dustin would extend the same courtesy to him

dustin finds out by accident; you're on the phone to steve one day, hanging up and saying you love him, and dustin goes "oh, i love you too steve, i'm sorry i missed your call. we're good right?"

and when he hears you go FUCK OFF, DUSTIN! he realises he meant the other henderson

there's no anger. maybe a little that you felt the need to hide it from him but overall, dustin is absolutely obsessed with the idea of you two

your mum, a little less so. she's always been a little weary of steve, ever since mrs wheeler told her one day at brunch about what a bad influence he was on nancy

(barely tho, but yanno how ma's can be)

you don't really care; you're old enough to move out if you want and tbh most her nervous energy is focused on dustin because she swears 11 times a week that he's gonna cause her a stroke from stress

your lil brother loves movie nights with you!! he'll sit in the middle of you and steve because he can't read the room

you're both super over protective of him; one time some kids in school gave him shit for his cleidocranial dysplasia and you and steve basically corned them in the parking lot

he tries to rope you both into playing d&d and it only worked once

overall, you're like a little family and dustin loves it

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[homomenhommes]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more  December 1

Today is World AIDS Day! What will you do to be involved?

1886 – Rex Stout (d.1975) was an American writer noted for his detective fiction. Stout is best known as the creator of the larger-than-life fictional detective Nero Wolfe. Wolfe's assistant Archie Goodwin recorded the cases of the detective genius from 1934 (Fer-de-Lance) to 1975 (A Family Affair), for a total of 33 novels and even more short stories.

It's a mistake to assume there is any direct relationship between the subject matter of a novelist and the novelist himself, especially since imagination is the fundamental resource of the writer, but ... before he turned to the detective novel in 1934, Rex Stout wrote an ambiguously Gay Western in which the married hero is attracted to his assistant. The notion, though psychologically plausible, is certainly unique to the Western adventure yarn of the period and suggests an equally unusual relationship between two men that was to prove central to Stout's work over the next four decades. What exactly is the nature of the friendship, if it can be called that, between Nero Wolfe, Stout's famous detective hero, and his live-in assistant, Archie Goodwin?

1922 – Richard Walters, who wrote under the pen name Sweet Lips, (d.2010) was a longtime Bay Area Reporter columnist who started writing for the paper when it was founded in 1971.Sweet Lips was born in Illinois. He eventually moved to San Francisco in the 1950s. Sweet Lips had been an only child.

Sweet Lips and the late B.A.R. founding publisher Bob Ross were roommates when Sweet Lips started his self-described gossip column.

Thomas E. Horn, the B.A.R.'s current publisher, called Sweet Lips "the Herb Caen of the LGBT community from the 1960s on," referring to the late, longtime San Francisco Chronicle columnist.

For years, Sweet Lips wrote about people, bars, and events in San Francisco's Polk and Tenderloin areas. He worked in a few of the bars in the area.

"When the Polkstrasse was the center of gay life in San Francisco, Lips knew every bartender, every club owner, most of the patrons, all of the cute boys, and, thus, most of the gossip of the community," said Horn in an e-mail.

"He will always be a seminal part of gay history in San Francisco," Horn added.

Sweet Lips reportedly was one of the people responsible for raising the money to start Operation Concern, which was founded in 1974 as a men's mental health services agency. At the time, homosexuality was still considered a mental illness. In 1976, 18th Street Services was formed to provide substance abuse services. In 1995 the two agencies merged into New Leaf: Services for Our Community.

1955 – Olivier Rouyer, born in Nancy, France, is a retired football striker from France. He earned seventeen international caps (two goals) for the French national team during the late 1970s and early 1980s. A player of AS Nancy, he was a member of the French team in the 1978 FIFA World Cup. He coached Nancy from 1991-1994.

Rouyer came out as gay in 2008 after leaving the team.

1970 – Matt Sanchez is a journalist, who has worked for Fox News and other organizations. He previously served as a Marine reservist and was involved in a controversy about access to campus for military recruiters at Columbia University. In March 2007, Sanchez was awarded the first "Jeane Kirkpatrick Academic Freedom Award" at the Conservative Political Action Conference.

In the early 90s, Sanchez performed in gay pornographic films as Pierre LaBranche and Rod Majors. In 2003, Sanchez joined the United States Marine Corps and was trained as a refrigeration mechanic with the rank of corporal. On March 16, 2007, John Hoellwarth, a staff writer for Military Times Media Group, reported that Sanchez was the subject of a Marine Corps inquiry about his appearances in gay pornographic videos and related allegations. Of concern was whether "Sanchez had enlisted prior to the end of his film career," "if Reserve Marines were prohibited from doing porn when not in a drilling status," and "how the current 'don't ask, don't tell' policy might apply.

On March 2, 2007, Sanchez was awarded the Jeane Kirkpatrick Academic Freedom Award at the annual Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC). A featured speaker at the conference, Ann Coulter, made controversial remarks at the event, indirectly referring to presidential candidate John Edwards as a "faggot". In an article for Salon.com, Sanchez discussed how a photograph of him taken at the conference with Coulter brought him to the attention of bloggers, one of whom recognized him as a former pornographic gay film star. In the same article, Sanchez stated that bloggers had compared him to Rich Merritt, author of Secrets of a Gay Marine Porn Star, and Jeff Gannon, a conservative journalist who was outed as a gay escort.

as Rod Majors

In a 2007 interview, Sanchez commented that "I don't like porn, it reduces the mind, flattens the soul" and that he considers his pornographic career an identity outgrown.

1981 – The Worldwide Church of God published "The Plain Truth," which speculated that the illnesses being diagnosed in gay men were God's penalty for promiscuity.

1715 – An Oxford University student notes in his diary that sodomy was very common there. "It is dangerous sending a young man who is beautiful to Oxford."

1927 – A California appellate court upholds the sodomy conviction of a man after a private investigator hid under his bed to catch him in consensual sexual relations with his partner.

1974 – The Greek letter lambda was officially declared the international symbol for gay and lesbian rights by the International Gay Rights Congress in Edinburgh, Scotland. The lambda was selected as a symbol by the Gay Activists Alliance of New York in 1970.

[nancywheelersgirlfriend]

Can you write about a night where they're all together in Nancy and Mike's basement and while the kids are playing some borad games, the older ones decide to play truth or dare, or something like that, and Nancy and Robin end up revealing their feelings for one another?

Bonus if the kids have to watch after the older ones because they end up all drunk ahahaha

i never know how to end these. i think i've forgotten the meaning of the word 'one-shot', haha

anyway, i hope you enjoy!! (minor steddie included btw)

not allowed (5,005 words)

There were only so many things a person could do in the Wheeler basement. Especially when the kids had spread out like they were now, taking up half and then some for their latest D&D adventure - something about a dungeon and the undead and Will having to get dressed up like a wizard for the majority of it. Robin couldn’t keep track well enough. Not that she wasn’t a nerd, she totally was. But a nerd for tabletop roleplay? Hell no. There was too much quick math involved.

And she wouldn’t normally be downstairs anyway. The kids, whole sophomores now, could typically handle themselves. Sure, something would probably get set on fire, and somebody would be bleeding by the end of the night, but it was all in good fun for the latchkey kids of Hawkins, Indiana. 

Tonight Robin was though. She was for one reason. One reason that was so utterly embarrassing she couldn’t possibly say it aloud, though she struggled to give a better excuse to Keith when she’d explained why she couldn’t lock Family Video up that night. The reason being: Nancy Wheeler.

Because, apparently, it was Robin’s fatal flaw to follow Nancy around like a lost dog. Whenever Nancy flew in from her tiny college over in Massachusetts Robin sniffed her out like a bloodhound. Not that the sentiment was unwelcome, or - at least Robin desperately hoped it wasn’t. At this point she wasn’t sure if she could handle the idea of Nancy not wanting her around. A day without seeing a glimpse of Nancy’s bouncy curls or freckled nose or even just the pink tips of her ears was a day wasted. 

Yeah, she was completely and hopelessly gone. She’d never admit it, though. That idea was even worse than the one where Nancy wanted nothing to do with her. Mostly because, in Robin’s uncontrollable anxious daydreams, they worked in tandem. Robin would inevitably spill out something condemning, Nancy would pick up on it like the detective she was, and their friendship would be over in minutes. Seconds even. Nancy was quick like that.

Anyway - tonight they were down in the Wheeler basement, ‘babysitting’ the tikes as they stayed up way past their bedtime pretending to be knights and elves and whatnot. Steve and Eddie, attached at the hip as they always seemed to be these days, had also come. Steve refused to let Robin skip out on work if she wouldn’t take him with her, standing in between her and the door like a petulant child once she’d clocked out. 

“I’m bored,” Eddie announced, twisted around on the couch with his legs up against the wallpaper and head on the cushions. He tapped his combat boots on the wall absently to a song only he could hear.

“We could try a board game,” Nancy suggested with a glance over to the Wheeler’s pitiful single shelf of games. “I mean, it’s in the name.”

“No more Monopoly,” Steve said, bordering on a plea. The last time they’d played Monopoly the basement had nearly burnt to the ground and their foursome friendship had almost been destroyed. As Monopoly games tended to do, especially to people as intense as the four of them. She shuttered to remember the railroads.

“Life?” Nancy had gotten up from her place at Robin’s side, a warmth surely missed, to trace the words on the boxes laid out on the shelf.

“None of that kid shit,” Eddie dismissed, waving his hand. Upside down, his grin looked absolutely devilish. Very manic. “Let’s play Truth or Dare.”

“Right,” Steve said in a monotone voice, shooting him a raised eyebrow. “Because that’s not a kids’ game.”

“Not the way I play,” Eddie retorted, his grin stretching dangerously across his face. Robin could feel her stomach twisting in half-excited anticipation, as was typical whenever Eddie got that glazed over look in his eyes. He was always cooking up something. She glanced over her shoulder at a burning on her neck to find Nancy stood behind her, already watching. Their eyes met and flashed quickly away, Nancy as bashful as she. Robin swallowed thickly. 

Steve’s graceless plop down beside her onto the floor shook her out of her Nancy-induced trance. He had a small, hesitant smile on his face. She narrowed her eyes as she took in the presence of a faint mustache on his upper lip - something he’d clearly gained while she was away at her first semester at Purdue.

“I don’t like that,” She established, gesturing to the whole of his face. Steve rolled his eyes. Much to her dismay, she hardly wounded him anymore. In fact, her dislike of his new facial ornament probably spurned him to keep it longer. She picked him with a handlebar and couldn’t hold back a cackling laugh, which made him twist his face up in pretend annoyance. 

“You don’t get the appeal,” He corrected. 

“Yeah, Buckley,” Eddie cut in, reaching over with a limp hand to bat at Steve’s face. Steve let him with a poorly hidden smile, Eddie’s fingers poking at his little mustache. “You don’t understand the appeal of a flavor-saver.”

“I’m going to throw up,” Robin announced warningly. Eddie cooed and flipped over, long legs sprawling out across the plaid couch and his arm moving past Steve to bat Robin in the face. 

“Not yet, you haven’t drank anything,” Eddie said. She frowned and his fingers touched at her narrowed eyebrows.

“I’m gonna be drinking?” Robin asked. Eddie grinned and slid up into a folded-leg position, gesturing for Nancy to return from where she’d wandered off to watch the kids play. 

“Gather ‘round, gather ‘round,” He offered, arms spread wide. Nancy plopped down on the opposite end of the coffee table. Robin watched her with owl eyes. How was it possible that a person could even sit gracefully? She stole a peek at the way the veins in Nancy’s neck flashed when she turned her head to look at Eddie. It nearly made her pass out on the spot - she felt Victorian. “Instead of ‘Truth or Dare’, we’ll play ‘Truth or Drink’.”

“Getting drunk in my ex-girlfriend’s basement,” Steve hummed, fake consideration on his face. “Yeah. Okay.”

“I’m a little worried about what questions you’re planning on asking,” Nancy cut in, voice going up slightly at the end. She and Eddie shared a knowing glance: his grin combating her growing scowl. They often hung out as a duo, the group sometimes spilt down the middle when others were occupied or working. Clearly he knew something Robin didn’t. She was hit with a wave of irrational jealousy - what was she hiding from them? From her?

She loathed to imagine something truely horrific. Like - and this was undoubtedly the worst possible scenario, shut up - Nancy liking Steve again. God, Robin would rather drink bleach.

Eddie smacked down a bottle of pre-drank vodka and Robin supposed she’d learn whatever it was before the night was over. From their half-assed parties the past summer, Nancy got fairly loose-lipped when she was tipsy. She seemed to hazily remember Nancy spilling about she and Steve’s previous sex life in late August (which, yuck, because Steve was her best friend, but also God did Robin want to know everything there was to know about the sexual habits of Nancy Wheeler). Steve pulled his knees to his chest. She could feel his eyes on the side of her face, analyzing.

He knew about her embarrassing crush. How could he not? They practically shared a brain.

“Is this a good idea?” Steve asked her. Robin shrugged.

“Let’s make bad decisions,” She decided. She’d hardly had the room to these past few years. They fist-bumped in mutual agreement to get shit-faced and regret it in the morning.

“Glad to hear it,” Eddie grinned, hair falling charmingly in front of his eyes as he leaned forward to twist off the cap on the bottle. “But remember: keep it down for the shitheads.”

“Right,” They chorused. Nancy’s eyes found Robin’s again over the table. Her soft smile, pink lips shiny in the dim lighting of the basement. She licked at her bottom lip absently. Robin started having heart palpitations. 

A few minutes, and then four cups had been found. Robin didn’t want to ask if they were clean or not. Eddie dumped a good amount of the bottle in each, excess vodka dripping off the rim of the cup and onto the wooden table. Nancy reached out with her sweatered arm to wipe it off, casting a glance back at the kids. They weren’t paying attention - they usually weren’t. Robin took an experimental sniff.

She’d never drank vodka before - wine, sure. Beer over the aforementioned summer, because it was cheap and the only thing the guy at the liquor store let underaged Steve-Harrington-with-the-fake-ID take. But never straight vodka. It smelled like rubbing alcohol. Nancy seemed less affected. Perhaps she had more experience with party fuel than Robin knew about.  

“Steve,” Eddie began, looking up through his curly bangs and spreading himself languidly back onto the couch. His head landed some inches from Steve’s, who went curiously red. Robin could feel him tense by her shoulder. “Here’s your question: Do you remember the time you bought an ounce from me four years ago? And if you do, you have to tell everybody the story.” Steve blinked for a moment before letting out a long, dramatic groan of recognition. Eddie cackled in pure joy as the other buried his face in his hands.

“I might have to drink,” Steve spoke, muffled by his sweaty palms.

“What happened?” Nancy asked, eagerly leaning over the table. 

“Come on, this is an easy one!” Eddie teased, poking at Steve’s ear with his hand. Slowly, Steve’s head returned to the basement, and he glanced at his three friends in agony.

“Fine,” He groaned again, setting his cup haphazardly on the corner of the coffee table. “Okay, so you gotta remember I was like, a total douchebag - it was Halloween of my sophomore year.”

“What was your costume?” Robin asked, feeding off Eddie’s energy (as she tended to). They shared twin grins, cornering Steve in with their amusement.

“I was. Uh,” Steve snapped his finger, attempting to remember. “I dunno. Something stupid.”

“Han Solo,” Eddie supplied for him. He’d propped himself up on one hand, watching with excited eyes.

“Right,” Steve agreed absently. “And I wouldn’t have gone looking for weed, except the girl I was with - uh. She wanted to get high.”

“Who was it?” Nancy asked, knees pressed to the leg of the coffee table. Robin couldn’t take her eyes away from the way she leaned, her curls falling on her face and against her collarbone. Her hair had grown out over the months they hadn’t seen each other. Plenty of calls, but no face-to-face interaction. The longer hair looked good on Nancy. The curls tumbled like a brown, beautiful waterfall. It suddenly became unbearably hot in the basement. Steve grimaced, glancing back at Eddie. Robin was glad he was too wrapped up in his embarrassment to tease her for drooling all over Nancy’s carpet.

“Do I have to say?” He asked him. Eddie nodded as solemnly as one could manage whilst wearing a shit-eating grin. “God, okay. It was Bianca Ambrose.”

“Bianca? She’s got a whole-ass baby!” Robin gasped, moving in closer to Steve.

“That’s part of the story,” Eddie giggled.

“If you say it like that-” Steve cut himself off, shooting Eddie a half-glare, half-fond grin. “Anyway. So Bianca wanted to get high and I wanted to get laid. We went into the laundry room, since that’s where Eddie hangs out at most parties. But when we got there, he was in the middle of another deal. So I’m like ‘alright man, just head upstairs when you’re done’.”

“But then Bianca just, like, launches herself at me when we get upstairs. So fast we can’t even get a bedroom, we end up in the second floor bathroom. In the tub. And we’re making out when somebody knocks on the door. I call out, thinking it’s Eddie, and I’m like ‘just fuckin’ wait, man’. So I’m getting a little pissed because he just keeps knocking and knocking and so eventually I just shout ‘if you keep knocking on the fucking door, I’m coming out and knocking you out.’”

Robin took her eyes off Steve to instead watch Nancy, whose face was alight with curiosity. Her doe eyes, pupils enlarged by the dim lighting of the basement, looked positively ethereal. 

“Then the door bursts open and it’s not Eddie,” Steve said, running a hand down his face as if exhausted by the memory itself. “It’s her baby daddy, Chris.” The other three burst out into laughter; Robin and Nancy surprised, Eddie gleefully knowing. 

“And then he proceeded to beat the everloving shit out of Stevie,” Eddie sing-songed, rolling over onto his back so that he could stare up at the ceiling. Steve nodded, miserable.

“She’d been so desperate because she was trying to avoid him seeing us. Like that worked,” Steve said the last bit absently. Despite the point of the game being either to answer the question or drink, he took a sip of vodka and winced accordingly. Perhaps to cleanse himself of the memory.

“I gave him the ounce anyway,” Eddie finished, patting Steve’s shoulder comfortingly. Robin tore her eyes away from Nancy’s glowing face to see Steve’s eyes lingering just a little too long on the way Eddie’s ringed fingers encircled his arm and squeezed. “I felt bad for the sucker.”

“Okay, Robin -” Steve began, pointing at her with his cup. “Your turn.”

“Alright,” She said, steeling herself. She trusted him not to make too much of a fool out of her, but as she watched his eyes slide dangerously back to Nancy (who’d shifted closer during the story) she considered otherwise.

“Who did you like sophomore year?” He asked like the little shit he was, taking another absent sip of vodka. She snarled at his cocky face and, after a moment of pause, downed her drink.

God, vodka was disgusting. She took way too much in one go, feeling its burn all the way from her throat to her stomach. She put a hand over her mouth in an inane worry she might puke from one sip, grimacing at the taste.

“That bad, huh?” Eddie asked, laughing. She rolled her eyes and set her drink down beside where Steve’d put his back on the coffee table, ignoring the way Nancy was watching her with rapt curiosity. Like she’d admit to Tammy Thompson. 

Not that Eddie and Nancy didn’t know she was gay - it wasn’t like Steve was outting her or anything. She’d come out to them the previous August, because what says ‘trauma bonding’ like coming out to the people she’d spent a good chunk of time exploring an alternate Hell dimension with. They were both very nice about it. 

Eddie’s response was unsurprising. He was the same. Nancy’s was more surprising. Despite her parents’ affinity for Reagan, she seemed a stanch ally (and Robin would not let herself dream of anything else). She was even a little too overeager, repeatedly attempting to wrangle Robin into driving up to Indianapolis with her when she came to visit and attend gay gatherings. Apparently there was plenty of that at Emerson. Robin couldn’t let herself be jealous. Purdue was not the most ‘out’ campus, but she felt comfortable enough to come out to a few non-monster-hunting friends her first semester.

“Okay, Eddie,” Robin began. The rest of the group ‘ooh’ed in response as Robin leaned over Steve’s head, arm pressing down the meticulous brown tuff, to stare Eddie down. He looked so goofy from that perspective, half-upside down and still grinning like a fool. She couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Here’s your question: who’s the craziest person you’ve ever dealt to? Like, the person that would surprise us the most.” 

He flopped back onto his side, face scrunched up in deep thought. Then: the biggest grin Robin had ever seen him wear.

“Jason Carver,” He said. 

“No. Fucking. Way,” Nancy gushed, practically leaping over the coffee table. Her hand came out to land on the wooden surface, nearly knocking Robin’s drink over into her lap. Both reached for the cup as it tipped, fingers clashing against the plastic as they saved Robin’s pants from sudden death. Robin looked up from their connected hands, breath catching in her throat as Nancy’s sparkling eyes met her own. It was like a flash of lightning.

“What’d he buy?” Robin rushed out all in one breath, desperately trying to distract herself from drowning in Nancy’s eyes. 

“Heroin,” Eddie said. All three pairs of eyes landed on him and he laughed, loud and booming. “No, jesus! I’m kidding, you guys are so gullible. It was just weed.” Steve laughed too, head hitting the back of the couch. Robin laughed in order to release the adrenaline, high-pitched and weird. She let go of the cup as Nancy did, who shifted back to her place across the coffee table. 

The game continued for a few more rounds, questions ranging from absolutely invasive (‘Steve, do you wash your ass? Be honest’) and fairly tame (‘What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had with me in it, Robin?’). Robin drank practically half the cup when Steve asked her about her family in Kansas. Steve chugged after Nancy pressed him to admit to her (and the group) about the small stuffed animal collection under his bed. Eddie took sips a leisurely pace, answering every question lobbied at him - shameless per usual. Nancy, however...

Nancy was drunk, clearly. She was drinking at practically every question, no matter if she answered. At this point they were having to pass around the bottle, her cup having gotten thoroughly drained. Robin was nearly done hers, far behind her friends on that account. 

“-and that’s why Mayor Brown despises me now,” Steve finished slowly, words slurring as he laughed aimlessly and leaned awkwardly onto Eddie’s exposed shoulder. Eddie looked up, chin to chest, from his sprawled spot on the couch. His eyes were unfocused.

“Okay, okay, Nance,” He started, pointing at Nancy. His finger went somewhere behind her, but she didn’t seem to care.

“It’s not your turn!” Nancy protested. “It’s Steve’s.”

“Who cares, I made this shit up,” Eddie whined, waving her away. She laughed and ran a hand through her curls, tugging at the strands by her pink-tipped ears absently. Robin watched as if watching God. “Nance, here’s your question: Who do you have a crush on?” He dragged out the word ‘crush’ like a child. 

She ducked her face into her sweater sleeve, giggles buried. When she reappeared, her face was a bright, beautiful red. 

“Eddie, I hate you,” Nancy proclaimed. Her hand came out to graze her cup before recognition flickered across her face, a dim remembering that her cup had been empty for some time. There was nothing left to drink. Her smile dropped. “Eddie, I hate you.”

“You love me,” He challenged, cackling into the rim of his cup and shutting his eyes with glee.

“Who is it?” Steve asked, ever the oblivious golden retriever. He had no idea how tense Nancy had gotten over the past ten seconds, smiling like an idiot still. Robin knew, though. She watched Nancy’s eyes flicker over the two best friends cautiously and her heart tumbled down into her stomach. 

The terror: Steve is Nancy’s crush. How juvenile was to get jealous over a past relationship, especially one that included her best friend (who no longer felt anything for Nancy, she was sure). Still Robin’s whole body seized. The mere idea of hearing the words leave Nancy’s lips wounded, stabbed at her chest like a rough spear. Nancy’s eyes continued to drift, anxious and aimless. When they landed on Robin’s face they would dash away, the deer caught in Robin’s highbeams. Robin took a steadying breath and thought through her options. She needed to avoid this admission, no matter the cost.

“Take my drink,” She offered, lightbulb flashing in her head. She held up her red solo cup as a gift, the perfect amount for a sip left lingering in the bottom. Nancy’s face fell in utter relief, grinning at Robin with a tipsy, lopsided smile. It was almost unfair, how utterly otherworldly she was.

“Thanks,” Nancy said, all giggly again. She lifted herself up onto the coffee table, similar to how she had before - but much drunker. Something slipped and Nancy all but collapsed over the table. Robin barely managed to keep the cup out of tipping distance as the other girl landed in her lap, flimsy limbs sprawled across her. Nancy looked up through those thick eyelashes, freckles smothered by her growing blush. Robin watched her, eyes no doubt crossed from the way their noses had smooshed together. “Sorry!”

“It’s fine,” Robin said, barely audible from the mortifying squeak that followed. Eddie and Steve had burst into loud, wild laughter somewhere in between Nancy falling and Robin melting. Nancy scrambled to sit herself beside Robin after a belated realization she’d stayed atop her for a little too long, their legs staying mis-mashed underneath the coffee table. “Here.”

She passed Nancy the cup, who took it with shaky hands. She downed the rest before slowly lowering the cup, face abashed with heavy embarrassment.

“I drank the rest of your drink,” Nancy realized, mouth half-full of vodka. “Shit, I’m sorry. That was yours, and I drank it.” Robin waved her off. She couldn’t decide whether it would be easier for Nancy to hop off and free her from the torment of sitting so close or for her to get closer, to stay just as warm and radiate as she was.

“Why don’t you give her some, then?” Eddie pressed. “You haven’t swallowed yet.” As Nancy nodded slowly, eyes drifting over Robin’s face in a steady trek. They lingered on the mouth in question, and as her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip again, something slowly clicked in Robin’s brain - the vodka did nothing to help the budding realization come any faster.

Nancy liked her. Clearly that was why Eddie was teasing her. Robin nearly fell through the floor from the shock of it all. Nancy fucking Wheeler had a crush on her and she was the reason she was blushing so hard. Nancy Wheeler with the three guns in her childhood bedroom and a stuffed animal named Mr. Rabbit. Nancy Wheeler, pseudo-valedictorian of Emerson College. Robin’s perfect girl. Her unattainable crush. That’s how it was supposed to go.

No, no way. But then Nancy was glancing up at her again, as she had over and over that night. She hadn’t swallowed still. Her tentative smile stole Robin’s breath from her lungs.

“Yeah, why don’t you give me some?” Robin asked in a voice that wasn’t her own, apparently possessed by the spirit of Steve ‘Casanova’ Harrington. She almost immediately choked back an apology and a quick scramble to the safety of the couch, away from the beautiful girl half-sprawled across her. But then Nancy was shutting her eyes and lunging forward, kids and D&D and shitty, meddling best friends be damned. Robin only had just enough time to wrap a protective arm around Nancy’s waist before they were crashing into Steve’s side. 

She felt the begrudgingly familiar acidic taste of the vodka push into her mouth, along with the unfamiliar and intoxicating feeling of Nancy’s tongue pressed against her own. Up so close and personal, Robin could smell Nancy’s heavy, flowery perfume. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head.

“Okay, damn, get a room,” Steve chastised, smacking at Robin’s shoulder and shoving her back into a sitting position. Robin rocketed up, head smacking the underside of the coffee table as she did so. Nancy stumbled backwards, falling onto her elbows and cackling like a hyena at Robin’s clusminess.

“Jesus,” Robin said, more embarrassed as she had ever been in her entire life and so unbelievably happy.

“Yeah,” Nancy agreed. She grinned and flopped back onto the yellowing carpet, arms spread out as if about to make a snowangel out of the fuzz.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Dustin’s voice poked through the tipsy haze. Robin turned head towards the corner of the basement to see the kids faces hanging in front of her own, all varying levels of unimpressed. Apparently they’d made enough commotion in their drunken state to force them to pause the D&D game entirely, where Dustin now stood at the center of the gaggle of children - obviously disapproving. Robin couldn’t help but laugh at the way he rested his hands on his hips, nudging Steve in the side. Like father, like son.

“We’re having fun,” Eddie explained, head flopping back down onto the couch and eyes shutting. “You should try it.”

“We are trying,” Dustin spoke slowly, as if communicating with a toddler. “But it’s a little hard when you four are shrieking and injuring yourselves.”

“Yeah, aren’t you guys supposed to be babysitting us?” Will cut in, eyes narrowed in judgement. But he was smiling, so Robin knew he wasn’t too upset. A tug at her sweater reminded her of just what had happened - and who was next to her.

Had that even been a kiss? Or had it been more like an alcoholic version of shotgunning? The look on Nancy’s smiley face gave nothing away, but her fingers curled in Robin’s sweater nonetheless.

“We’ll go to bed, then,” Nancy decided. “Come on, Rob.”

“Okay,” Robin agreed, because she’d follow Nancy anywhere. As she stood up, Steve tugged at her ankle.

“Hey, what the hell?” He protested quietly, rubbing a hand against his forehead. “Don’t leave us with the twerps.”

“You willingly choose to spend your Friday nights down here!” Dustin protested, voice entirely too high-pitched for how drunk they all were. Steve waved his hand around in absent dismissal, moving to stand up on shaky legs beside his best friend.

“Party in Nancy’s room!” He cheered, hands above his head. “Here, look how fast I can run up the stairs.”

“Steve,” Robin weakly protested, hardly paying attention as he hopped up the basement steps two at a time. Nancy’s fingers were wriggling their way underneath her sweater sleeve as they stood there, cold fingers tracing her freckled bicep. She hoped she couldn’t feel how much she was sweating.

“You guys move too fast,” Eddie muttered, sitting up at his spot on the couch. Dustin moved forward, seemingly to help him get up, but Eddie grinned and stood by himself. He stretched once, all old-man-like, and then tore after Steve, battling him to reach the top of the second floor. They could hear them stomping around upstairs, no doubt waking up both adult Wheelers and setting Nancy up for a harsh conversation the next morning. By the look on her blissed-out face, she didn’t seem to care.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Nancy repeated, fingertips lacing their way around Robin’s wrist.

“Alright,” Robin agreed again.

“You guys are hopeless,” Dustin groaned, the blurry faces of the kids behind him chorusing their agreement. Either they left or went back to their D&D game, because suddenly it was just Robin and Nancy at the foot of the stairs. Tangled up together. Robin let her hang off her wrist. The press of her carefully cut fingernails felt nice against her skin, her cold hand to her burning hot body.

“It’s you,” Nancy said without context, eyes unfocused. Robin lifted up a hand to brush a stray curl off Nancy’s sweaty forehead, frowning.

“It’s me?” Robin copied, before remembering her previous revelation. “Ah. It’s me.”

“It’s you,” Nancy nodded seriously. She slumped forwards, head coming to crash against Robin’s head. Both arms came up to circle around Nancy’s waist, holding her upright and close to her. They fit perfectly. She pressed a tentative kiss to Nancy’s messy curls, stealing one indulgent sniff of her perfume.

“It’s you, too,” Robin said, praying she understood what she meant. Nancy giggled as Robin started to walk her up the steps. Luckily she was fairly easy to carry, practically going ragdoll in Robin’s willing hands.

“I’d hope so,” Nancy’s voice was muffled. But Robin could feel her smile against her sweater.

“Don’t crack your heads and die!” Dustin shouted from the bottom of the steps. Robin rolled her eyes. She barely tripped going up the stairs, thankfully. Maybe alcohol made her more coordinated. Maybe she just felt too good to care. It was probably impossible to have a bad night with Nancy Wheeler hanging off your arm, anyway. 

Especially when she was that close. And she smelled that good. And she kissed Robin goodnight, a big smacking kiss on open, eager lips before they passed out in tandem with the boys at the foot of her bed.

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[bewitchedfeathers]

"I would love to read Steve wearing a feather boa as a "character decision" at the D&D session after he first sees Eddie's big messy snz 👀👀👀 and maybe Eddie denying he's allergic to it? Aaaaa 🙈"

Thank you for this awesome request! And your patience in me filling it! I hope you like it! Also I added sneeze kink Steve for fun.

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It was Robin's fault really. Or that was the story he was sticking to if anyone asked. The teens had started their own short campaign run by Eddie. Robin had let him know that everyone was going to try to dress up in someway that represented their character and as a Kenku (bird person) fighter Steve wore a feather boa.

It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that Eddie had buried his face in a feather filled pillow on Steve's couch and pulled away with a loud messy sneeze, very unlike his usual stifled triples.

Steve had even asked if he was allergic and he'd waved him off saying no, so Steve figured maybe he'd see a sneeze or two during the session, enjoy the view and move on.

Turns out Eddie was a fucking liar.

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Steve arrived last to find Eddie and Nancy in a heated, but lighthearted debate. Eddie had a wild grin on his lips and Nancy had a stubborn gleam to her eyes that Steve was familiar with.

He met Robin’s eyes and they shared a look of commiseration over their respective crushes and how they would probably leave together after this to whine about them. He sat across from Robin and next to the DM screen where Eddie would be sitting.

Eddie and Nancy broke apart and Eddie’s gaze swung to Steve and caught on his feather boa. His eyes went wide for a moment before a mask of lazy amusement fell over his face.

“I like your new look, Stevie,” he said with a smirk.

Steve tossed one end of the feather boa over his shoulder and looked at Eddie through his lashes. He thought he saw a quick wince when the gesture sent a few bits of feather up into the air. “Thanks. I’m trying something new,” he said with a shit eating grin.

“Alright, less flirting, more tracking down the evil wizard,” Nancy cuts in, cutting through the tension as she pulls out her dice bag and character sheet. Robin giggles behind her hand and Steve shoots her a look of betrayal that just makes her laugh harder.

Eddie settles behind his DM screen and into his seat, shuffling some papers and giving his nose a rough rub with his sleeve. “Alright, adventurers. Your party now stands…”

Eddie reminds them where they left off in the woods trying to track down the evil wizard that had kidnapped their NPC companion last game. Steve is enthralled by Eddie’s storytelling, as usual, but he starts to get a little distracted as Eddie’s speech starts to become broken up by sniffles. When the three players are debating their next action he sees Eddie massaging his nose between two fingers turning it a lovely pink.

Steve nods distractedly as Robin and Nancy continue to discuss what they want to do. They reach an agreement while Steve is shooting surreptitious glances towards Eddie’s nose.

“We unlock the dungeon door with the skeleton key and step inside,” Nancy announces, startling Steve out of his reverie as Eddie drops his hand away from his nose. Eddie’s expression stretches into a wide grin.

“From the shadows down near the end of the dungeon hallway emerges a Beholder! Snf. Roll initiative,” he says with a dramatic wave of his hand as he pulls out a miniature from behind his DM screen.

As they roll and figure out turn order Eddie’s sniffling increases and he rubs a knuckle under his nose. And then his head bobs down behind his screen with three stifled sneezes. “Hhh’hh’KNxt….Hn’tssht…Tshxt..snf.” Steve nearly rolls his dice straight off the table he’s so distracted by it. Robin and Nancy are oblivious as they strategize quietly together.

Nancy starts by casting a spell that misses and then it’s the monster’s turn. “The beholder’s many eyes begin to…to glow and a burst of-huh–TSSHT…scuse me," he rubs his index finger under his nose before continuing, "A burst of colorful light emerges and shoots out towards Sir Stephen and Rhiannon. Roll a…hh..SNF a wisdom saving throw. Hh’KSSH-uh. snfsnf.” Eddie's cheeks look a little pink and he brushes his hair back out of his face as he sniffles.

“Bless you,” Nancy said with a little frown of concern as the other two rolled. Steve was trying not to squirm in his seat at how hot Eddie was struggling with what seemed like a persistent tickle in his nose.

“Thanks,” Eddie responded quietly as he gave his nose a rough rub with his sleeve.

“16.” “13.”

“Sir Stephen just manages to dodge out of the way of the ray of light but…huh…” Eddie presses a finger under his nose, lashes fluttering as he tries to fight off another sneeze and then fails. “Hh’GSSHHeww…hh’hh’ISHHuhh….fuck…”

“Bless you,” Nancy says as Robin chimes in with an, “Are you okay?”

Steve watches mesmerized as Eddie fails to stifle and lets out two wet sneezes over his curled fist. Eddie nods in answer to Robin’s concern but his breath is already wavering again as he stands from his seat and stumbles out of the room with two more barely stifled sneezes. “Hhh’TSHXT….ITSHkt!”

Steve tosses his boa aside and darts after him. He catches Eddie just outside the bathroom bracing one hand on the door frame as he pinches his nose between to fingers and harshly stifles three more sneezes. “Hhhh’tkxt-ntsht-ihkkt…” He lets out a soft exhale afterwards and blinks open watery eyes.

“Shit, Bless you, Eddie,” Steve murmurs guiltily, “Let me help.” He presses a hand to Eddie’s lower back and guides him into the bathroom bringing him a box of tissues and wetting a wash cloth for his eyes.

“Thanks, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs as he settles on the closed toilet lid, looking embarrassed but not enough to turn Steve away. He takes the tissues and wipes at his hand and nose, but the touch of the tissues makes his nostrils flutter with irritation and then he he’s heaving in a deep breath.

“Huhhhh’ESSHHewww….Hih’hh’DJSHhhew…..IESSHHuhh…Hhh’MPHhhtshoo…ngh..”

“Bless you,” Steve gets out with his voice rough with arousal. He clears his throat, trying to sound normal. “Are you alright, Eddie?”

“Snfff. Umb yeah. I didn’t thindk it would…Hh’TSSHhh…it would get this bad. I just didn’t wandt to ruin the f-fun. Snfsndfff.” Eddie paused to blow his nose and grimaced at the sound it made. Steve tried to think of calculus to make sure his pants didn’t get any tighter.

“Eddie…” Steve murmured softly chastising, “You being comfortable is more important than anything else. Was it the feathers?” He asked despite knowing the answer, wanting to coax Eddie into admitting it.

“Yeah. Hh’TSSHh. I’m allergic to them,” he said blush spreading to his ears as he looked down towards the tissue box balanced on his knees. Eddie wipes his nose with the used tissues and then tosses them into the wastebasket.

“Bless you. I promise I wouldn’t have brought it if I’d known,” Steve said unable to explain that he’d known it might make him sneeze but not that it would bother him this much.

Eddie shoots him an amused look. "Snfff. I know, Steve. It's Sndff ndot your fault. Snfsnfsnf. Hh…"

Eddie’s hand hovers below his brow pinches and his lips part with a sneezy expression. Steve snags a tissue and presses it into Eddie’s hand and then nudges Eddie’s hand up to his face just in time for Eddie to sneeze.

“Hhh’ISSH*ieww*...hh’ESSHew-Issh-ISSH-IGSHHuhhh….” Steve shivers with pleasure as a bit of spray escapes and catches his arm before Eddie manages to clamp the tissue to his face. Eddie blows his nose to interrupt another wavering breath and then sighs with relief when the tickle abates.

“Bless you, Eddie. Want me to grab you some allergy meds?”

“Snff. I probably should, thanks Steve,” Eddie agrees with a bashful expression. It’s cute how he seems embarrassed by his allergies, it makes Steve want to bundle him up and also–he cuts off the thought before it can send anymore blood to between his legs.

Steve made quick work of grabbing some pills from the medicine cabinet upstairs and a glass of water. Eddie had made use of the washcloth Steve had forgotten about and his eyes looked a little less red.

After Eddie took them with a quick swallow of water he fiddled with the water glass between his palms. “I meant it by the way. Thank you. Iknow my sneezing gets a little…gross when my allergies get going like that,”he said with a little grimace.

Steve tried to keep a poker face that didn’t let on how hot he found Eddie’s ‘gross’ allergies. “It’s not gross, drama queen. Just some sneezing. But did you want to wrap up for the day, finish another time?”

“No way. I’ll be fine,” he immediately protested. “Maybe just stash the feather boa somewhere else?”

Steve let out a huff of laughter. “Of course, Eds. I’ll make sure not to bring it out with you around.” No matter how much he wanted to.

“Good idea,” Eddie said with a self deprecating grin. He rose to his feet with a clap of his hands. “Now. Back to fighting the Beholder.”

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[love-toxin]

i know we're all real big fans of Eddie bringing D&D roleplay into the bedroom but i am losing my MIND over the fact that Nancy has voluntarily dressed up as an elf for the party's campaign and, if given enough convincing, would do it again and perform flawlessly. imagine being in the fruity four and Eddie's trying to sell this bit, not just to get you guys to play an adults-only campaign with him but also dress up as your characters, because it's 1000% his wet dream to have an orgy with his partners dressed up as fantasy characters. and the first one to crack is Nancy, because she secretly likes the dress he's got for her and thinks she looks cute with the elf ears on <3 and the three of you end up following suit if for no other reason than not to be left out. cause, really, are you gonna let the two of them have all the fun as rugged adventurer and beautiful elf queen, stealing away for a forbidden liasion?

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