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agentwashingcat · 4 months

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me: I don't have the time or attention to start watching critical roll

also me: so you just started watching critical roll

#out of mind #I watched tlovm on prime #and it was good #so now here i am #watching campaign 1 lmao

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moon-ursidae · 1 year

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uhhh yea. i did binge all of the legend of vox machina in one night. and uhhh yea. i do heavily care for vax’ildan. sue me.

#i have a type is what i’m discovering #LMAO #he’s just so-#🖤#ANYWAY #the legend of vox machina #tlovm #vax’ildan #vax’ildan vessar #p.s. i still have to make my way through campaign 2 before i watch 1 haha #i’m in too deep at this point

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aq2003 · 1 year

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marisha/keyleth doesn't have main character syndrome and everybody who says that is crazy . rather i think she has the i will commit to what i believe my character will do in this situation even if it is detrimental to the party's overarching goals syndrome (and i respect this grind heavily)

#ultimately i will enjoy players that lean more into rp bc im watching for the characters and story more than the dnd itself lmao #cr #cr1 #i do think keyleth thrives more in tlovm bc that's a medium that more heavily rewards this kind of character #rather than the super long form dnd campaign that campaign 1 is #but by no means does this mean campaign keyleth is bad and also i think everyone who hates her has nothing in their head

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ohmtoff · 1 month

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we need more nsfw nerdy nick headcanons🫢

AAAAAA actually so happy you asked for more bc im kinda in love with nerdy nick now lmao (nsfw)

part 1 here

nerdy nick who decided to adopt a dog with you, naming it denji if it’s a boy or makima if it’s a girl.

nerdy nick who’s a part of a dungeons and dragons party that is about to start on a campaign. you better believe he has a pink dice‼️‼️‼️ he already made a long detailed background of his character (a tiefling sorceress) and he already sent it to his dungeon master. for this campaign, though, you decided to try to join and learn the game.

“Okay, so what’s your character idea?”

“Uhhh what about a warlock with a huge ass?”

on session 0 you were lost and tired an hour into the game, while on session 7 you were already in your character cosplay with nick and lasting 6 hours.

nerdy nick who was soooo scared of meeting your friends bc he was worried of being too much and too random and just too nerdy for your friends. he’d act like how he normally would when he first meet new people, making mundane small talk about your relationship and about himself, but you can see that after an hour in that he was exhausted by how he went so quiet.

noticing this you interrupted the convo to talk about the upcoming HoTD season, and you can see his face lighting up. one of your friends who watches the show would chime in and nick would excitedly start talking about it too, yapping about the targaryen lore, surprising but charming everyone of this new confident side of his. your friends also think he’s adorableee when passionate. you would do anything to not make him insecure of his interests anymore.

nerdy nick who got so horny seeing you cosplay as his favorite character for halloween that he made you keep the costume on when having sex. you had him exposed on his back that night, legs spread and high against your shoulders. “Fu—uck, oh fuck me harder, please,” he pathetically whined, and you loudly moaned, pounding harder into his hole, punching out loud but tiny ‘uh-huh!’s out of him with each thrust as drool slides down his chin. He absolutely looked well-fucked. his warm walls clenched as he came and shouted “Choso!” while he spurted across his stomach. The squeeze was enough for you to groan inside him, pumping him full of your warm cum.

“Did you actually just call me choso when you came?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

nerdy nick whose insecurities run deep bc not only did he grow up heavier than his brothers, he was also more invisible. he did have friends, but his tendency to ramble and lack of fashion sense made him less popular and desired. you can see it in how he always uses a top; be it in the beach, or sleeping, and sometimes even during sex. so when he met you he didn’t know what to do with all your compliments. he would just blush so hard and he’ll pretend to get mad at you like “shut uuuup! stop lying” and you’d unrelentingly smother him with kisses while calling him your “pretty boy” “handsome man” and all other praises that he deserves.

you make sure to make him know that he’s beautiful by worshiping the fuck out of his body. you’d pepper kisses from his thigh up to his tummy where he’s still covered by his shirt. it was one of those times when he’d not want to take off his shirt during sex because he felt more insecure than usual. you’d whisper mantras of praises along with the wet kisses, making him giggle and shudder bc your breath along the inside of his thigh tickled. “so, so pretty. how could you ever find it in yourself to not love this?” you emphasized the word with a bite of his thigh a strand away from his cock. you’d dedicate that night to just pleasing him, letting him fuck hard into your mouth, his hips ragged and desperately thrusting into your throat while you try to not gag on his big cock, your spit falling out of your mouth making his groin wet. you hands crawl up, up, up, driving his shirt upward to flick his nipples. at one point it gets too hot for him so he takes his shirt off and you smirked—success. his body curls and his words came out as broken sobs, wanting more. you pulled your mouth away which made him grip your hair in protest. you looked at the way his body glistened, his face flushed, his legs tremble, and you felt hungry. “Beautiful,” you panted. “So fucking beautiful. Drive me crazy with how beautiful you are. Can’t fucking believe you’re mine. Say you’re mine,” as you furiously fisted his angry red cock with hands soiled with his precum and spit. “i’m yours, i’m yours, i’m yo—AHH!”

he never uses a shirt at the beach again.

a/n: woahhh wtf who wrote that

#this was longer than i expected #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader #headcanon #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo fanfiction

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Oooo I have been looking everywhere for some daddy!eddie and you wrote him so good!!

If I may, how about little!reader coming with Eds to a hellfire meeting? 😊

dnd and colouring in

Content- hell fire club, very poorly written dnd, little!reader, dummy use, Dustin vibing with reader, soft toys, dnd scene from stranger things, canon swearing, mentions of bigspace.

Summary- Eddie has a hellfire meeting, you don't have a clue what's going on but you like watching how serious your daddy gets.

Authors note- this is such a lovely concept, I will be honest I don’t know anything about dnd so I just copied the scene in season 4 lmao, so sorry it took so long,it's not proofread, hope you enjoy♡

You didn’t know much about the game your daddy was playing but you enjoyed seeing him so passionate about something, besides you of course.

you were sitting a little bit away from the table with a colouring book in front of you and your black rabbit in your arms, Eddie was setting up with his 3 of his friends “Hey Y/N” said the one with the tartan red shirt on “hiii” you elongated the word colouring in your last bit on green.

about 30 minutes later two boys you knew as Dustin and Mike walked into the room with a shorter girl with an American flag draped over her like a cape. You liked Dustin, he would always have conversations with you regardless of weather you were big or little.

“Absolutely not” Eddie said sitting on his throne with his hands clasped together “you asked for a sub, we delivered” Dustin said pointing to the girl “this is Hell fire club, not babysitters club” that resulted in a grunt and a death stare from you “not you baby, not you” he whispered reassuringly as he walked towards the trio.

as you listened to the back and forth between the two of them your little side was a bit intimidated by the 11 year old but at the back of your mind your big side grew a liking towards her.

eventually Eddie backed down and they were all sat down at the table beginning the final part of the campaign.

Eddie described the monster to the club with very distinct detail, now normally it would scare you however he had already told you what it looked like so hearing it for the second time it didn’t really bother you. “do you flee Vecna and his cultists, or do stand your ground and fight?” Eddie questions the members around the table. “I say we fight, to the death” Dustin replied “to the death” “to the death” “to da death” you mumbled under your breath making Eddie chuckle.

at this point your colouring in was discarded and you started to feel the suspense of the campaign, watching carefully as everyone rolled the dice and had very intense reactions you started to really enjoy yourself. the best part was when your daddy started doing weird movements and jumped up onto his throne causing you to cackle.

the club huddled together after a while and your daddy quickly came to check on you, “hey princess, you ok?” he asked giving the top of your head a kiss “yeah daddy I'm ok, this is fun” you giggled into the fur of your bunny “yeah, you enjoying it” he smirked at you “yep.”

after he walked back he got their attention “Hey!, if I may interject gentlemen, lady applejack, whilst I respect the passion you’d be wise to take Gareth the Greats concern to heart. there is no shame in running. Don’t try to be hero’s, not today kay?” he said spreading his arms out “ one sec.”

“Screw it, lets kill the son of a bitch.” “the chances of success are 20 - 1″ “never give me the odds” Dustin said in a sassy way making you giggle. “Give me the D20″ he said Eddie throwing the dice at him. Dustin missed, you made a mental note to remember that for when you were big again. watching as Erica took the last roll you held on tightly to the cuddly rabbit in your arms.

Erica had rolled a twenty.

it took you a few minute to realise that it was over and they had won and when you did you shot up and made you way over to them. everyone was screaming including you, giving Dustin a hug you both jumped up and down together him shouting and you squealing. looking at Erica you gave her a small smile gave her a quick side hug “well done” “thanks Y/N” she said with a smile, she obviously knew Dustin would have told her, add that to the list of things to berate him about when your big.

Running over to Eddie you jumped into his arms, he spinning you around making you giggle hysterically.

if this was how all god campaigns ended, you’d have to come to more.

#daddy!eddie #little!reader #caregiver #sfw age regression #age regression reader #little reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader

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puppetsoftomorrow · 5 months

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hey uh... is this thing on?

so i'm back? maybe? weird ramble under the cut

so... it's been 18 months.

lots has happened, which you might know if you followed me on twitter before i bowed outta there lol. i got engaged, i got a cat, i'm converting to judaism. i moved house. i'm doing fine <3

and i've really missed legends?

i haven't watched it since cancellation, not a jot, and i watched a lot of other shows since, and i tried branching out original writing, but i had the inspiration to write some more fanfic a few months ago and i've got it again now, and i just - i really miss legends.

i left tumblr one month to the day after cancellation because, frankly, tumblr was giving me massive amounts of anxiety. i worried Constantly about getting called out or getting misinterpreted - which was made 200% worse at the end of s7 because the baby and the renewal campaign got kind of divisive, and i knew i was going to have to quit for my own mental health, so ... i did. and it was a really good decision.

but all other social media just seems ... not for me, and i miss the community on here, and i miss reblogging gifsets and making my little textposts and coming up with silly headcanons, so - i'm back

and it's no secret that - i mean the fandom is gone, right? not totally - and i'm so excited to see everyone who's here - but there just aren't as many people, and that gives me a sense of peace. it doesn't feel so high stakes anymore. and the renewal campaign is over, so that's not something i worry about anymore.

i'm setting myself some boundaries. 1 - if this becomes another source of anxiety for me, i'm leaving lol. 2 - i'm shutting my ask box whenever i want, and i'm not answering asks if i don't want to. 3 - i'm moving this away from being a totally legends blog, bcos there's other good tv shows lmao. 4 - i'm going to be talking more about original writing. fanfiction is still really fun for me, but i want to do Something original, just once in my life.

anyway, if you've made it this far - hello!! i'm excited to see you!!

#phoebe returns #yh i'm getting a new original posts tag #this is a fresh start #hey everyone!!

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asgardian--angels · 6 months

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just rewatched s2 in its entirety back to back tonight (of course I've been rewatching each week's episodes every single day lmao) and just a few thoughts:

while I think the episodes do split out well by tone into the groupings they gave us weekly, they also definitely flow very well into each other and the pacing between and within the episodes seems much more normal upon review

I still think eps 1-3 are the best of the whole season and the entire series, they are like a mini-season unto themselves, and they're imo some of the best television I've watched in recent years

I can definitively say Red Flags is my favorite episode, followed by Fun and Games, then The Innkeeper

yeah Red Flags literally gives me chills, that episode has me on the edge of my seat the entire time. also taika's committing crimes looking that good in that ep

"ALL LOVE DIES, I'M JUST HASTENING THE PROCESS" is still one of the most badass lines i s2g

Izzy's death comes across as totally fine and not anything overly surprising when all the eps are put together, it made sense and flowed well

Similarly what I initially felt was too long an absence of Ricky and Zheng didn't feel like nearly as long when the eps are watched together

I do see where a couple more episodes would have given them breathing room to explore Ed and Stede's dynamic post ep5, I think maybe one between eps 5 and 6, and then between 7 and 8. but it's not a big deal. like I said everything flows well, I just wish there was more of it

Same with Zheng, I would have liked to see more plot with her, instead of just her relationship with Olu; I think they set up something really cool in ep 2 with her fleet heading over land, would have been neat to have her in a subplot where she does more pirating. But we'll probably get that in s3 as well so it's fine

I really love how many kiwi comedian cameos we got, it's really one big acting family over there for Taika and Rhys, and I know if they get season 3 (WHEN they get it) they'll film there again and it will be awesome

Next I plan to start over on season 1 and segue right into s2. I do so miss the lighthouse symbolism, but I wonder if Stede left behind the lighthouse imagery when he left his old life, same as Ed leaving behind the kraken when Izzy died. still thinking through some of that. Can't wait to hear folks' thoughts once things settle down. now time to campaign for renewal!!

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers

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low-budget-korra · 4 months

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Comments on Saltburn

- Couldn't have chosen a better film to start 2024. Saltburn is beautiful, hunting and weird. And those types of movies that it's been to go in blind

*spoilers ahead*

-I wasn't following the marketing campaign but people on the internet were treating this movie as a gay love story so I don't know if the movie was actually marketed that way or if it was the audience wish's but let me tell you that this is no love story.

-Felix is quite a nice guy, one of the biggest plot twists for me was Jacob Elordi playing a genuinely nice guy lmao. It is implied that Oliver wasn't the first poor dude Felix brought over Saltburn but I didn't see this is something bad or evil, Felix grew up in a highly privileged environment and yet he ain't a complete jerk but I rather believe that he just wanted to know people who in his eyes were free of wherever knots he think he had, people who are "normal" and have "real" struggles.

He really bonded with Oliver, even with his friends not sharing this friendly sentiment towards the outsider and was deeply hurt by Oliver's web of lies. His death or more likely the way it happened was a shocker to me but it made sense he was no longer friends with Oliver, he became an enemy and an obstacle to his truly desires.

-Farleigh was the only one able to see through Oliver bullshit, and that's why Oliver makes him get kicked out of the house. In the beginning you kind of hate him cuz you think he's being a jerk to Oliver just cuz he is poor. I think he may represent this type of rich people, the ones who can't stand poor people trying to be one of them. I wonder if he off himself too.

-Pamela and Venetia I would need another watch to understand their characters but in a first watch I interpreted as Pamela being their "clown", entertaining them and being replaced by Oliver, who just couldn't live with the idea of not being in Saltburn with the aristocrats and thinking that even if she was bullied, it's better to live there then live with the common folk.

Venetia I think is just the type of woman that just can't get out of her mother's shadows as she tries to be different, to be cool but fails. By the end she also is able to see through Oliver bullshit and I think that's why she died.

-Elspeth is amazing. She was so elegant, so classy...it was so sad that she never was really allowed to express the pain of losing her kids. The only time we see that was when she screamed in pain after founding Felix.

She wanted to keep Oliver around cuz Felix loved him and it was a way of keeping her son there.

-Lets talk about the Devil. I don't think he planned to do all of the murder, he planned to be with the 1% but not to murder them. It only happened after Felix found out the truth.

Oliver was obsessed with Felix, and the moment he drank his cum , he started to act more and more confident. It was like he was becoming more and more like them after that and sucking Venetia, literally a vampire, sucking them dry.

Like he said himself, he loved Felix , he wasn't in love with him. It's like when Cady Heron wanted to sabotage Regina George but still wanted Regina to like her and be with her. This love and hate duality.

I think the grave scene is when he realizes what his done. He lost his obsession, he could never consume Felix again but he damn hell tried. The sex scenes with Oliver are never about love, but it's about power.

He thought it was over until Elspeth invited him to continue to stay with them. He tried to match Venetia to reinforce his place there but she realizes what he really was and because of that he had to deal with her too.

His dreams of being in Saltburn were over until he saw Sir.James died. Now it's time to suck the life out of a broken and lonely Elspeth. And I was really scared when Oliver started to mount her like that, I was so afraid that he would assault her defenseless body I almost turned off the movie. That was the scariest and heaviest scene to me tbh

Now it's all his. It's better be alone and be the one of the 1% than being with the common folk.

Plus Duncan disliked him because he also saw who he really was from the very first time. And like all the staff, he left

#saltburn #elspeth catton #felix catton #oliver quick #venetia catton #farleigh catton #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #rosamund pike #comments on

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lovers-eternal · 2 months

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major spoilers for mistborn book 1

okay now that ive finished the first book of mistborn, here are my thoughts:

kelsier, you crazy fucking genius are you KIDDING? that also was so heartbreaking to read (it felt like i was watching the scene unfold) and the note that he left Vin had me in tears

i knew there was something funky going on with the keepers and thought that the mention of the Lord Ruler’s jewelry was odd. but the fact that he’s a both a keeper and a mistborn, crazy. could there be more people like him? is Vin potentially one because of her natural instincts and talent?

elend coming thru in the end, love him. so curious to see how vin & elend move forward. also… does elend know that vin was the one who killed shan? that she was planning on killing him… let’s see if they talk about it in the next book

also that her brother died to protect her, heartbreaking. leads me to wonder if he was also a mistborn or was just a misting. seems to me even if you come from “pure blood” it’s not guaranteed that you’re a mistborn

the mistwraiths and kandras, terrifying. how many people could potentially be fakes?

ALSO FUCKING MARSH! my man went all in. love him now, feel bad that i thought he would betray the group. it’s just cuz he needed to go all the way to get an in. (also i looked up fanart of the steel inquisitors and was thinking they looked totally different, i pictured a human held up by like a steel exoskeleton)

Spook, definitely one of my favorite characters even though i have no fucking clue what he’s saying half the time. love him. MUAH

Onto prediction for the next book:

i have a feeling this one is definitely going to have a lot more political drama - with elend rising to the thrown and the economy of the city in disarray

will life truly get better for the skaa? the nobility and wealthy will still have power unless they start a spread the wealth campaign LMAO

will more Mistings come forward? more Mistborn? i have a feeling elend will come into play - no way he’s just some “normal” guy

what about this well of ascension? if the lord ruler truly didn’t ascend is there still an opportunity for it? is that why there’s no green paradise?

will vin become a face of the skaa rebellion? will kelsier’s image live on as a new god?

ATIUM what the fuck is gonna happen now? the production supply has been destroyed by kelsier. apparently the vault is empty.

once again, plz no spoilers for me 💋

#mistborn #mistborn trilogy #well of ascension #the cosmere #brandon sanderson #book predictions #book thoughts #no spoilers for me please

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milkyetoile · 1 month

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look Lapin is my favorite, I'm never gonna be over ep 6. every time he came back for scenes, I legit cried.

but honestly, it was just...perfect for this dangerous, political campaign for the PC with the highest charisma and healing spells to to go down first. Zac's moves during and after the tournament? holy shit, wild. the way he just clocked in on Alfredi immediately, he kept poking at both her and that pontifucker. and getting Keridan to confess was just *chef's kiss*. but story-wise, it made the stakes even higher than it was originally to have Lapin out of the way. and the fact that he died in a chapel by the hands of the church was both so fitting and devastating.

it was a bit sad that the other PCs didn't mourn him as much, but it did make sense with how pretty much everyone else in the party disliked him. I do appreciate his brief return in ep 15 for the explanation, plus that bit about his past revealed 🥹 (that fucking fairy bitch wtf he was probably just a child or teenager??) and then his last cameo (with Preston!!) in ep 17 was just so satisfying for me, with my obsession for both Lapin and plot progression 🤣 I think it wrapped up everything in a neat, foil wrapping <3

tl;dr I both hate and love that he died, especially so early on. am I gonna write fanfiction about this chocolate bunny? definitely. will it be a fix-it or not? I have no idea lmao at this point, I'm tempted to write more than 1 so I can write both. we'll see. I still want to watch Ravening War first tho ngl 🤔

#a crown of candy spoilers #a crown of candy #dimension 20 #lapin cadbury #i have many feelings ok

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yellowharrington · 2 years

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-- (500) days of eddie

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used)

warnings: angst. cursing. drinking and drug use, implied consent while under the influence.

word count: 5.3k+

a/n: veryyyy loosely based on the movie (500) days of summer. mostly just the concept of being friends and having a ton of close calls, but getting the wrong idea. also this is not canonically accurate at all LMAO. tysm to my love @wtfsteveharrington for letting me send her sneak peaks at all hours <3

summary: you and eddie are "just friends", but he wants more.

(1)

The day you joined Hellfire Club was the first day in the entire club’s history that a girl had shown interest in D&D. Eddie was ecstatic, to say the least, but maintained composure while you stood by the end of the lunch table in your pleated black skirt and tank top.

“Membership comes with protection,” he began, hands splayed out to reveal 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 rings adorning his fingers, as he pulled himself up out of his seat. “In return, you will not miss a night. Should there be an ‘emergency’,” - he added air quotes - “you must provide a substitute in your absence. Upon entry into the club, the dress code on campaign nights include one of these bad boys,” he rolled the cotton fabric of his own black and white tee between his fingers. “Which you will be provided.”

You stood awkwardly, watching the ogling eyes of the other boys as they looked you up and down. You felt uncomfortable suddenly, pulling the hem of your skirt down. “How does that sound?” His voice was sweet, as he extended a hand to you. “You in?”

“Are they gonna stop fuckin’ staring at me like that?” You made a gesture to the rest of the members, who immediately averted their eyes. A smile played on your lips, as Eddie blushed red with embarrassment. “They’re not used to seeing a woman that’s not in a porno mag. I apologize on their behalf.” Eddie had always been nice to you, mostly because you’d let him cheat off of your tests in middle school, for no reason other than being kind of a troublemaker at heart.

“I’m in,” your hand slapped against his, shaking it once, meeting his excited brown eyes. “First meeting’s on Friday. I’ll bring you a shirt tomorrow, meet us here at lunch.”

You let your eyes rake over his form, pulling your glossy pink bottom lip between your teeth. “Can’t wait.”

(5)

After your first successful campaign with Hellfire, the rain began to pour down just as you were gearing up to leave. Most of the other members filed out of the school’s theatre space, bidding Eddie goodbye and making their way towards the last running busses of the night. Most of the kids were going home to family dinners or nights of homework, but you nor Eddie had anything planned, so you elected to stay behind with him and help clean up the remainder of the game.

“Good first time?” He asked, his signature smirk once again playing on his lips. “You’re pretty good.”

You reached up on your tip-toes to pull down some of the candles. “I loved it,” you remarked, looking back at Eddie’s form. “The campaign you came up with was great. And when Dustin rolled that 13?” His long hair began to shake as he nodded his head.

“Fuckin’ priceless.” You put the candles into the cardboard box where you kept the other club merchandise, meeting eyes with Eddie once again. “You don’t have to, uh… stick around.” He gestured vaguely to the area around him. “I got this.”

“Nowhere I gotta be,” you remarked. “And it’s shitty outside.” Eddie agreed, putting the rest of the character pieces in a small plastic bag before throwing them in the box and stashing it away under a bench. “Can’t argue with that.”

“You want a ride home?” You jingled your keys on your pointer finger. “It’s the least I can do.”

Eddie grabbed his leather jacket from the back of his chair, while you threw your own over your shoulders. “That… would be nice. Yeah.”

Your car wasn’t nice, by any stretch, but it got you from point A to point B. Not only that, but you’d put in an aftermarket stereo system that made all of your cassette tapes sound really fucking good.

“Tapes are in the console,” your car roared to life, as you immediately turned on the windshield wipers. Eddie opened it gingerly, fingering through the selection. You began reversing, turning onto the Main Street. “Metallica?” He asked, holding up one of the tapes quizzically. “Put it in.”

“Little surprising,” he remarked, before sliding the tape into your car’s player. “Didn’t take you as a Metallica fan. Considering you’re still wearing a skirt and knee socks in the fucking rain,” his tone was lighthearted and gentle, much different to his outward appearance. “I am not as I seem,” you said slyly, turning up the radio to an inconceivable volume. He began banging his head to the beat in the seat beside you, revealing his devilish smile once again. You took a hard right down the dirt road ahead, letting the music overtake you both.

(72)

Tendrils of smoke floated into the night air as you and Eddie sat by your basement window. You coughed a few times, looking for some reprieve from Eddie as you handed the joint to him. “S’nice,” You offered in a choked voice.

“If you’re not chokin’, you’re not smokin’!” He mused, laughing as he took a long drag from his own lips. He was an expert at this, judging by the way he perfectly inhaled the smoke and blew it out smoothly. He waved away some of the extra, trying to mitigate the smell as much as possible. “You’re sure your parents don’t care if we smoke in the house? Can’t have ‘em hate me,” he remarked. You recovered from your small coughing fit and flopped down on the couch. “Outta town.” He seemed happy enough with that answer, taking one more small puff before flipping the rest of the joint out of the window.

“Now what?” He asked, jumping on your old couch amusedly. “Pillow fight? Tell each other secrets?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing on his shoulder lightly. “We could watch a movie,” you gestured to the TV that was perched on a small stand across from the couch. “I forced Harrington to rent me Day of the Dead.”

It’s not that your couch was too small, but Eddie had a large and gangly frame that took up most of it. Especially when he was being an asshole, and stretching himself out to his heart’s content. “Sounds good.” His eyes watched your body as you popped the movie in, lifting up his legs and socked feet to position yourself under him. “Fucking move,” you laughed, dropping his legs back on your lap. “Christ. You’re so… long.”

“Fuck off,” his high was beginning to hit him now, making his voice sound raspy. “The fuck you mean long? What does that mean?” The giggles began to wrack through you, your high also beginning to hit you like a freight train. “You’re just… big. Tall.” You made vague gestures with your hands. “Well, thanks, I guess.” He looked bewildered, but also rather enamoured with you. Glossy brown eyes met yours as you let your laugh phase out, offering a small smile and a redirection to the TV.

About halfway through the movie you let your body relax into the couch more, nodding off. Eddie wasn’t too far behind you, but noticed your sleeping form when he turned to made another stupid remark about the movie. “Oh, shit,” he said quietly, looking around the darkness of your unfamiliar basement. He switched the TV off, letting his feet pad on the carpet below him.

Your soft snores filled the basement, as he slowly slid his hands under your knees and upper back. “Up we go,” he said quietly, more to himself, than to anyone else.

He slowly picked your body up, walking at a snail’s pace up the stairs, making extra sure not to hit your feet (or head, more importantly) on the walls.

By the time he’d made it up to your bedroom, he was embarrassingly a little out of breath. He laid you gently atop your sheets, gingerly removing his hands and lightly pulling a blanket over your body. He thinks that, by some miracle, he’s avoided waking you up despite the two flights of very narrow stairwells in your home. He grabbed his jean jacket off the chair in your bedroom, throwing it over his shoulders before turning to leave.

“Eddie?”

Your voice was soft, sleepy, and slightly strained from the bit of smoking you’d done earlier.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Stay,” you patted the area next to you, pulling the blankets back. “S’fine. Too late to go home.”

Eddie was frozen in time, watching as you slid under the covers yourself and fell back into deep snores just as quickly as you’d awoken. He pulled his jacket off again, ruffling his hair lightly and pushing up his sleeves. “Uh, okay,” he said quietly. “It’s fine, that’s fine.”

Your bed was fitted with soft, warm sheets and perfectly fluffed pillows. He attempted not to make any contact with your body, not really knowing the etiquette of sharing a bed with you. This was a first.

Just then, you rolled over, slinging an arm against the smallest part of his waist. You pulled yourself into his back, letting his hair tickle your nose a little, breathing in his scent of laundry shampoo.

“Night,” you said quietly. He softened immediately, letting his eyes droop closed. “Night.”

(191)

“What are we here for again?”

Eddie was pushing the shopping cart with his forearms down the aisle, watching as you inspected the furniture. “I want a new desk,” you sighed again. “You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.”

“You know I have nothing better to do,” he laughed, picking up a plant pot and inspecting it like a child. “What’s this for?”

“Did you read the sign?” You pointed incredulously to the sign right above his head, reading, very simply, ‘small plant pot’.

“I never actually passed English, remember?” You laughed, a little too loud. “That doesn’t mean you can’t read, Munson,” your voice was incredulous. “Jesus. I worry about you sometimes.”

“We should test the beds.” He pointed to the freshly made display beds in the store, all with decorative pillows and thick comforters. You wiggled your eyebrows at him, making kiss faces as he realized what he implied. “Not like that, fuckin’ sicko.” He pushed the cart into an empty part of the store.

“If you wanna fuck me, just say that,” you laughed, with a small brush to his arm and a skip away to the first bed. “Maybe this one?”

He let his body flop down on it, soft sheets engulfing his frame. His hair came to the front of his face as he made spitting noises to get it out of his mouth. “This one’s eating me. I don’t like it.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him. You pushed the dark hair out of his face to reveal his warm smile, as well as his deep brown eyes looking right into yours. You watched him swallow as his eyes searched your face, an endeared smirk playing on the edge of your lip.

Eddie was at a loss of breath, looking into your eyes and taking in your features. Hair falling in front of your face, thick lashes with coats of mascara making them look long. Your signature pink lipgloss made your lips look impossibly juicy, and kissable.

“Feeling… suffocated?” You giggled, before jumping off and moving to the next bed. You continued to jump on beds with him until an employee finally starting giving you death glares, to which you responded by taking your cart and running through the remainder of the store with it.

“Hey! No running! Idiots,” you heard a nasally voice of an employee in the background yelling, but you were too busy chasing Eddie with a shopping cart to give a shit.

(248)

When Steve’s parents went out of town, you knew you had to beg him to host the party of the century.

“It’s Eddie’s birthday and Halloween!” You pleaded over the counter of the Family Video. “You can invite Robin or Chrissy or Nancy or whoever,” your eyes shone in the light as you fisted the edges of his vest. “Please. I’ll get the booze, I don’t care. Just bring everyone.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine. But you owe me, big time.” You began to jump up and down. “Halloween night. My place. Make sure Eddie doesn’t know a thing.”

(262)

You had just finished up the blood-red punch and set out a huge array of snacks, including all of Eddie’s favourites. “Is he on his way?” Steve asked, with a kitchen towel over his shoulder. He was wearing his old Scoops Ahoy uniform, with the buttons left open and fake blood pouring down his chest and from the corners of his mouth. “Should be about five minutes, Dustin said they’d be here at 9:00 sharp.”

You smoothed out the long black dress that hugged your body perfectly, and puffed your black wig in the mirror. The house was bustling with people, all of Eddie’s best friends, excited to spend the evening celebrating the joint celebration. “Shhh! Sh!” You noticed Eddie’s van start to pull into Steve’s driveway, bumping with loud music playing inside. Dustin jumped out first, in a perfectly accurate Ghostbuster’s costume. Eddie followed behind him, in a pair of small circular sunglasses and a long black coat. His usual rings, plus a few new ones, were slid along his long fingers. You’d basically never seen him in anything other than his Hellfire Club tee, and you had to admit, he looked pretty great in all black.

Everyone ducked behind the couch and chairs, lights flickering off just in time. The house was eerily quiet, as Dustin opened the door for Eddie.

“Why the fuck-,” Eddie was caught off guard by the lights suddenly turning on, music beginning to play seemingly from nowhere, and all of his friends jumping out from behind the couches.

His eyes locked on you first, as you ran towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck for a hug. “Surprise!”

Eddie looked sufficiently surprised, to say the least. His friends erupted into claps and cheers as they descended into “party mode”, dancing along to the loud music and beginning to snack on the huge array of food.

“Dustin, you shit,” he punched him lightly on the arm. “You fuckin’ tricked me. I didn’t know this was a Halloween slash Birthday party,” he looked excited, and a little bit moved by the sheer amount of love and support from his friends. “Thanks,” he said to you earnestly, pulling you into a warm hug. His big hand splayed across the small of your back, as you ruffled his hair lightly. “Love the costume, too,” he spun you around. “Morticia Addams was my sexual awakening.” You erupted into laughter, leading him to the punch table. “That explains a lot. Let’s go, Ozzy.”

As the night went on, people got progressively drunker. Eddie and Mike were arguing about D&D rules on the couch, while you and some of the other club members were chugging punch in Steve’s kitchen.

Speaking of Steve, you hadn’t seen him in a while. You’d imagined the possibility of getting into a steamy make-out session with him tonight, given his general nature to start giving out random compliments and flirtatious gestures when he was wasted. It wasn’t that you were actively crushing on Steve, but he had certainly caught your eye, especially since you’d gotten closer with the entire friend group of his over the past few months.

Eddie noticed you were looking around, and he was hoping it was for him. After all of this you’d done for him, there was no way that you weren’t crushing on him a little bit. Right?

Right?

He hadn’t had a lot of experience with girls in the past, especially actually getting anywhere with them, but over the last months hanging out and getting to know you, he was almost sure that you were interested in him too. Late nights in your bedroom, spending time smoking outside after Hellfire, countless afternoons skipping class… he was so sure.

When Steve emerged from the hallway, and you grabbed onto the hem of his open shirt, pulling him back into the dimly lit kitchen, his heart fell deep into the pit of his stomach.

The sound of the music tuned out of his ears as he watched what little he could see in the reflection of the window. He watched as Steve backed you against a wall, your body curved into his, displaying the top of your breasts and soft neck. Eddie couldn’t help but stare.

He felt sick. Annoyed, bothered, upset, all at once. Being crossfaded wasn’t helping with his emotional regulation either, his hands balling up into fists as he watched Steve kiss your lips fervently. It was in secret, no one was supposed to see, but he did. And he wasn’t having fun anymore.

He grabbed a small joint from his coat pocket and made his way to Steve’s bathroom. He closed the door and opened the small window, taking in the smell of air freshener and soap. Steve’s bathroom was his only reprieve from this stupid party anyway, as he flicked his lighter on and let the smoke blow out the window.

It’s not that Eddie was like, crazy in love with you, or whatever. But he had, unfortunately, happened to develop a crush that was sort of taking over his life.

When he’d finally contained himself and come out of the bathroom, you were in the dark hallway just about to go in. “Hey!” You said excitedly, pulling him by the collar of his coat into a darker area.

“Having fun?” You asked, slurred and sloppy, a little bit of Steve’s fake blood on the corner of your lip. “I know you’re not big on parties. I’m hoping this was the exception.”

His face softened as his eyes wandered over your face, moving from the red pout of your lips to your chest. That black dress really did fit you absolutely perfectly.

When he looked back up, your face was very close to his. He could barely register what was happening before you pressed your lips to his, soft, and gentle.

He savoured the taste of punch on your lips, as you let a finger curl around the long chains around his neck. He wanted more, needed more, but couldn’t bring himself to touch you.

When you pulled away, you wiped some of the red lipstick off his chin. “Sorry,” you laughed, drunkenly. “I get excited when I drink.”

“S’fine,” he also slurred, still feeling dizzy.

“Can we forget that happened?” You asked, letting your hand rest atop his chest. His heart was beating impossibly fast.

“Sure,” he said quietly. “Forgotten.”

(370)

“Hold still,” you uttered softly. “It hurts more when you move.”

“Fucking christ,” he seethed, holding his arm out to you. “Hurts so fuckin’ bad.”

“I told you motorcycles were dangerous. Yet, here we are,” you dotted a white washcloth onto his bruised and bloody arm. His face had a large gash, a few rocks embedded in the tortured skin. He’d also ripped a sizeable hole in his jeans.

You motioned for him to get up off the side of his bath tub. “Let’s get you rinsed off.” His eyes widened, as you reached over and turned on the shower.

He put the rag on the side of the sink, letting it drip. It was now stained crimson red. He motioned for you to leave the room, but was met with the vision of you pulling your t-shirt off to reveal a black bra. He felt his pace quicken, memorizing the way your skin looked.

“Uh, what are you…” he started, not being able to avert his gaze. “Get in, loser,” you took off your pants and threw them to the side. His face looked confused, and you took notice. “We’re friends, Eddie. You’ve seen me in worse, I’m sure.”

He began to take off his t-shirt, pushing off his jeans and wincing at the pain of the fabric going over his wound. He was confused, but wasn’t going to pass off the opportunity to take a shower with you. He stripped to his boxers, stepping into the hot water.

The steam rose around you like a halo, your hair wet, plastered to the sides of your face. Your bra and underwear were now soaking, and he felt himself get dizzy with lust.

“Here,” you switched places with him, placing him under the hot water. He winced once again, the shower hitting his wounds and making them feel unbelievably tender.

You took your hand and placed it on his face, pushing the wet hair out of the way. He turned his face slightly, revealing his jaw and and neck, littered with small freckles and sun spots. The water was pouring down in droplets, as he sucked air through his teeth.

“It hurts, like a lot,” he said quietly. “I know,” you answered, putting your hand up against the wound, making sure to clean it as best as you could. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”

Your hands grazed over his skin, washing away the dried blood and bits of debris. He was watching you intently, eyes following your every movement. “Feel better?” You asked over the sound of the shower slacking against the walls. Eddie had zoned out, watching as you leant down and began to clean out the gash by his knee.

“Yeah, uh,” he cleared his throat, awkwardly. “Much better.”

“Turn,” you instructed, getting the back of the wound. Water rolled down his shoulders and back, glistening and warm, helping him relax. His shoulders were broad, and gave heaviness to his frame.

“I think I’m done,” you stood back up to your full height. His wet hair stuck to the sides of his face and you couldn’t help but giggle. “You look like a sad puppy, you poor thing,” he frowned, only for it to be replaced with a bashful smile. “Fuck off, get me outta here.”

(490)

The one bar in Hawkins, where much of the town usually gathered on Friday nights, was unusually quiet as you and Eddie sat in your two favourite spots. An order of fries, and two beers, sat between you and him, as he leaned back in the hightop chair.

“They’re playing in Indianapolis on the 27th. We can drive there in the morning, make the concert, and get home before sunrise. You won’t have to miss a day!” Eddie was so excited about the prospect of a road trip that he was almost yelling, so you quieted him down with a gentle wave of your hand. “I know, in theory, we could,” you started. “But do you really wanna drive all night just to go to work at 9am, on zero sleep?”

Eddie took a crispy hot fry from the basket and bit the end. It immediately burned his tongue, and he winced.

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m tired, I need to see them,” he leaned back, paying attention to the TV above the bar.

You turned your attention to your drink, before someone slid into the seat next to you.

“Hey,” an older male voice was heard, and you turned to look at whoever it was that was attempting to speak to you.

“Don’t see a lotta women drinking beer in this town,” he began. A silver haired man, much older than you, with a plaid shirt and a stench of cigarettes.

“There’s at least three in this bar right now,” you laughed, taking time to look around the bar in an exaggerated display of annoyance.

Eddie looked over at you, ready to say something, when he noticed that you were talking to this random guy. The hair on the back of his neck immediately stood up.

“Can I get you another one?” the older man motioned to your half empty pint class.

“Not interested, thanks,” you replied simply, turning your back to curve closer to Eddie. You could tell he was on the defensive.

The man sitting next to you snorted, pushing back the chair he was sitting in, making a noise that made the bar patrons stare. “Okay, bitch,” he muttered. “Just trying to be nice.”

Eddie immediately stood up, walking right up to the guy with raised brows. “What the fuck did you just say?”

The bartender turned around to watch the scene unfold, as your harasser began to laugh. “I said she’s bein’ a bitch,” he spat, and that was enough for Eddie to cock his fist and punch him, the man easily falling to the ground.

Your hands flew over your mouth in shock, as Eddie shook out his hand. The man stayed on the ground, bewildered and confused. You could see blood begin to coat Eddie’s knuckles.

“Out!” The bartender pointed to the large wooden double doors.

You grabbed your purse from the back of your chair, pulling Eddie by the arm into the desolate parking lot, the sky painted a dark blue above.

When you made it out to your car and unlocked the door, Eddie stood in place. “Fuck that guy, right?” He sounded incredulous, but seemed immediately confused that you weren’t reciprocating.

“Yeah. Fuck that guy. But fuck you too, man,” you opened the car door to throw your purse in the front seat. “What was that all about? I had it under control.”

He shook his head, becoming more and more confused. “I totally saved your ass back there,” he started, stepping towards you. “That dude was being an asshole.”

“Yeah, and I was dealing with it,” you spat. “I don’t need you to do shit like that for me. I can fight my own battles, thank you very much.”

Eddie’s look softened. He was hurt by your tone. “I never said you couldn’t. You’re badass. I just…” he trailed off.

“You just what, Eddie? Saw someone hitting on me, and just had to step in? Had to be my saviour like you fucking own me? We’re friends Eddie. Just friends.”

His face began to blush with embarrassment, knowing the word vomit that was about to come out. But he was upset, and he couldn’t help it. Over a year of pent up emotion, sexual tension, and pining. And it was call coming out. Right now.

“Friends?” He asked, stepping towards you again. “Just fucking friends? I wanna know which of your other friends you share a bed with, huh?” His voice was taunting. “I wanna know which friends you kiss when you’re slurring your words and too drunk to stand.” Hot tears brimmed his eyes, and you could see his anger bubbling inside of him.

“I asked you to forget about that.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t! I didn’t forget. I also didn’t forget about mattress shopping and smoke sessions after Hellfire.” He took a heaving breath. “Movie nights and birthday parties and Halloween… and I certainly didn’t forget about that little shower stunt, you think I can’t clean a fuckin’ cut by myself?” He ran his hand over his face. “We’re not just fucking friends. We’re so, so much more than that.”

You were speechless, letting the soft wind blow your hair into the night sky. Eddie stood there, in front of you, his shoulders slumped. He’d obviously exhausted most of his energy with his monologue.

“I just don’t think about it like that, Eddie. I never thought about us like that. I’m sorry.” Your face was stoic.

Eddie’s hand found his hair, as he stepped back onto the gravel parking lot. “Whatever. I did. So, do with that what you will.”

You let a few tears fall down your cheeks, feeling utterly embarrassed and awkward at Eddie’s confession. You opened the driver’s side door and slid into the seat. Eddie stood in front of the car, hopeless, with a look of bewilderment and sadness. He looked like a puppy that you’d abandoned at the shelter.

Your car wheels made a soft crackle as you pulled out of the parking spot, starting back on your journey to your house.

(491)

You picked up the phone and dialled Eddie’s number, waiting patiently for the call to connect.

“Hello?”

“Dustin! Hey, hey, it’s (Y/N),” you bit your lip. “Is Eddie there?”

There was a silence on the other line.

“No, he’s not.”

“Are you lying?”

Another silence.

“No.”

“Fine. If you are lying, tell him to call me back, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks.”

(492)

You called Eddie’s number again, only to be met with the dial tone.

(500)

After a while of not speaking to Eddie, you decided just to show up to his trailer instead of waiting for him to answer your numerous phone calls.

Your car pulled onto the soft grass, looking for any sign of his presence. The van was gone, but you hadn’t spoken to him in a while, and now was the time to finish this, once and for all.

You walked up the small steps and knocked on his door, hearing only silence on the other side. You knocked again, harder this time, sighing, frustratedly.

“Coming!”

As Eddie opened the door, he was pulling a loose white t-shirt over his torso. He wore black and white plaid pajamas, with red puffy cheeks and sleepy eyes. You stood, staring for a minute, waiting to be invited.

“Hey.”

Silence.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

The tensions in the room were high as Eddie moved out of the way, letting you slide past him into the small living room.

“Look, we don’t have to-,” he went to close the door.

“Stop. We do. I’m sorry for freaking out on you.” He softened, his shoulders releasing the weight they’d been holding for days.

“I shouldn’t have punched that guy. I got… defensive and upset.” He stepped towards you. “And my weird love confession, I didn’t mean to… put you on the spot like that. I was thinking it was more than it was.”

You sighed, fidgeting with your fingers. “It wasn’t weird. It was sweet. I just… hadn’t thought about it like that. From your perspective.”

Eddie waved his hands in the air, metaphorically clearing it.

“We can just forget about it. I’ve been miserable the last week. Dustin gets on my nerves and he knows nothing about girls, so he was zero help.”

You laughed, arms opening for a hug. Eddie stepped forward, dipping his head to land on your shoulder as you pulled him in close. You could smell his shampoo and cologne, along with his lilac laundry detergent.

He squeezed you tightly, as your heels came up off the ground to meet his height.

As you pulled away from him, your arms stayed slung around his shoulders. Your hands came to cup his face, his soft stubble under your fingers as your thumb slid across his jaw. His hands stayed locked at your sides.

Your eyes searched his, not being able to deny the tension that remained. He looked down at you, wanting, needing you, as you smashed your lips into his.

His lips were softer than you’d expected, plush and pink. He tasted of toothpaste.

You deepened the kiss, stumbling back onto his couch and letting his body flop onto yours. Your hands moved from his face down his sides, to the warm skin under his t-shirt. He dipped his tongue onto your lip, before you pushed yours against it. It was so much better than you’d imagined, and judging by the soft moans Eddie was making, he thought so too.

When he finally pulled away, he was breathing heavily, a dopey smile on his lips.

“But we can just be friends, though?”

You rolled your eyes, hitting his chest before balling the collar of his t-shirt in your hand, pulling him closer.

“Too soon. Shut up and kiss me again.”

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