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daryldamnson · 9 hours
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cats would be so fucking upset if they understood they were missing out on the ability to lie verbally
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daryldamnson · 19 hours
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i miss cd drives. how could you just take her pussy away. likes its nothing
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I can’t handle this 🥺
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daryldamnson · 2 days
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hey don’t cry. trees grow out of the ground.
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daryldamnson · 2 days
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The first couple of captain america movies were good. I know. I know. I hate the mcu too but the first couple of captain america movies were good I'm Sorry. I have to speak my truth
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daryldamnson · 7 days
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Put Your Head On My Shoulder
summary: on the drive home from a day out with the regular troupe, you and Eddie get shoved in the back two seats. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off when Eddie offers himself up as a human pillow. fem!reader, pre-relationship fluff, eddie pining for reader, supportive steve and robin
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title from put your head on my shoulder by paul anka
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He doesn’t notice when your head dips down, the movement slow and his gaze fixed out of the window, hyper aware of how much staring at you he’s already done today.  He does notice, however, in his peripheral vision, when it snaps back upwards quickly as your eyes fly open.
Glancing over at you as you smile sheepishly, he finds himself utterly entranced by the soft sleepiness adorning your expression.
Steve and Robin have ceased their previous bickering and a few of the kids have taken to a game of cards - something clearly made up long ago with rules that seem to have been added to and twisted to the point of ridiculousness over the years.
Apparently even the rowdy yelling from the most vocal and competitive of them didn’t bother you enough to prevent the call of sleep.
You shake your head a little, as if you can expel exhaustion through will alone and Eddie has to tamper down the fond smile he can feel tugging at his lips.
You catch his gaze again and let out a soft huff of a laugh at the amusement you can see reflected in the deep, melted-chocolate brown of his eyes.  When you send him a playful glare as you stick your tongue out at him, he throws his hands up as if to say I’m innocent!  The way he snickers at you when you kick at his shin proves you shouldn’t believe him.
The moment passes and Eddie turns back to look out of his window once more as you do the same, soft smiles gracing both of your lips.  Lucas lets out a roar of victory as Dustin swears loudly and the small space of the vehicle feels so full of family and affection and warmth that Eddie allows himself to simply sit back and bask in it as he watches the houses go by outside.
It’s only a couple of minutes later that he feels a weight land on his shoulder.  It’s gone almost as soon as he feels it, leaving behind just the vaguest scent of your perfume.
“Sorry,” you mutter, having leapt away in surprise after falling asleep on his shoulder.
You offer him an embarrassed smile and he feels himself grin back a touch too happily as he shakes his head a little, feeling practically lovesick with affection for you.
“No, it’s okay.”
Your smile turns grateful at his acceptance but you clearly don’t catch on to what he’s really trying to say.
Please rest your head on my shoulder, he wants to beg.
“Um, you can…. You can go to sleep, y’know, if you want?”  He says instead, stumbling over his words as nerves overtake him.  “I mean, what else am I doing, right?  Might as well play human pillow,” he shrugs, going for nonchalance as he tosses a soft smile in your direction.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he nods, voice a little breathless in the sight of your endearingly sweet sleepiness.
Almost immediately you melt, head cushioned on his shoulder as your side presses into his.  You slip your arm over where his rests along his thigh and he tries desperately not to lose his mind.
The soft, content sigh you let slip does not help.
“Thanks, Eddie,” you murmur, sleep already seeping in and turning the words heavy and slow.
“Of course, sweetheart,” he mumbles back, finding the courage to flip his hand over so you’re palm to palm as you yawn into his shoulder.
The reward is immediate. 
You squeeze your fingers around his half-heartedly and Eddie feels a pleased flush make its way across his chest and up to his cheeks.
You slump just a hint more into him and he knows you’ve slipped into a well-needed sleep.
He supposes he hasn’t known you long in the grand scheme of things, but the few months you’d been acquainted had begun with the most eventful week of his life, and it’s hard not to develop an impenetrable bond with someone when you’ve risked life and limb for them and they’ve done the same for you.
He feels the same about everyone else in the car, but he can admit to himself - and once, fleetingly, drunkenly, to Steve - that his feelings for you go a little deeper than for everyone else.
He’s still working on building up the confidence to ask you out; still working on figuring out if there’s a chance you feel the same as he does.  And he absolutely does not want to be that guy.  That guy who doesn’t know where the line is.  That guy who makes your friendship awkward by taking it for more than it is.  That guy who loses you because he opened his big, dumb mouth and told you how much he really, really likes you.
The ease with which you’d melted yourself into his side and held his hand is doing wonders for both his crush and his hope.
As Eddie attempts to temper his smile, Steve catches his eye in the rear view mirror and gives him a knowing, bordering on proud grin in return.  Eddie’s not sure whether to feel offended or pleased.  He finds it’s hard to feel more than fleeting annoyance when he’s practically floating with happiness, though, so he gives in to the pull of his lips and smiles back.
Steve’s eyes return to the road as he mutters something under his breath to Robin, who not-so-subtly spins around to look at the pair seated at the back of Steve’s new Soccer Mom minivan.  He should’ve suspected that anything he’d shared with Steve in confidence (or drunkenness) would reach Robin too.
Let ’em gossip, Eddie decides, finding it easy to ignore the pair when the girl of his dreams is nuzzling her face further into his shoulder, her hand still gently grasping his own.
Steve and Robin share a knowing grin as the kids continue on with their game, ignorant to the goings-on of the adults in the car.
And if Eddie barely moves an inch the rest of the ride home then that’s nobody’s business.
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daryldamnson · 7 days
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Imagine being with Eddie on the quiet days, no hellfire, no corroded coffin, definitely no school, just a peaceful day of domesticity, not really talking just enjoying each others company, Eddie not having to put on the performance he feels he has to at school or at d&d, you get to see Eddie with his walls down
sorry you had to wait 1.5 years for this, baby
no warnings only softness, 0.5k
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It’s not often anyone sees him like this. Quiet. Still. Stretched out diagonally across your bed, head pillowed on your stomach, Eddie is the most peaceful version of himself. That’s not to say he’s unhappy elsewhere - he enjoys the dramatic show-boating of being Hellfire’s DM and loves the exhilarating energy of performing with his band - but there's something special about the quiet comfort in lounging around with you. No plans, no other people, no pressure. Just the blissful peace of basking in the company of your favourite person.
He shifts his head a little so he can follow the lines of your jaw with his gaze. He finds it difficult to look away from you most of the time, his eyes drawn to you like a magnet, so he’s given up on trying. You never seem to mind, anyway.
The movement of his head dislodges your hand from his hair, in turn drawing your own gaze from the open book hiding the top half of your face from his view. The hand holding the book tips it to the right as your head shifts in the opposite direction to look down at him.
“You okay?” You’re murmuring, as if speaking any louder will shatter the peace cloaking the two of you, but you can’t help checking on him.
Eddie’s mouth lifts up at the edges, smile growing until it can’t anymore, his lips parting to reveal his teeth and cheeks crinkling into dimples. He glows like this; transparently happy with a faint pink blush and chocolate eyes shining with adoration.
“Mhm,” he hums, twisting his head once more so he can press a soft kiss to your stomach. Your skin warms even through your (stolen from his clean laundry pile) t-shirt.
You take his word for it and return your hand to brush his bangs away from his forehead, drawing a soft line down the side of his face before tucking his hair behind his ear and sinking your fingers in to gently rub against his scalp. You drink in one last glimpse his soft, relaxed state before returning to your book, content to let him continue his appraisal unsupervised.
Eddie’s incapable of staying still for more than a short stint and this is proven when he reaches over to tap his fingers against your shoulder. Your eyes flicker over to him but he’s not looking for attention, just another point of connection, so you turn back to your half-read page. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers is soft and you just know he’s drumming out the beat of one of his favourite songs. Sabbath, probably. Maybe Dio.
The taps are soothing in a way you can’t explain but feel viscerally, and your eyelids droop without your permission, words blurring together in a sleepy haze. You give in immediately, closing your book and setting it to the side before looking down at the doe-eyed sweetheart currently pressed up against you.
“Wanna take a nap?” You offer, fighting back a yawn.
“Hell yeah,” he grins, shifting up the bed to share your pillow.
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daryldamnson · 7 days
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reading my own unfinished fics on google docs like mmm this is good would be better if it was finished and then moving onto the next one rinse repeat
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daryldamnson · 8 days
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Imagine being with Eddie on the quiet days, no hellfire, no corroded coffin, definitely no school, just a peaceful day of domesticity, not really talking just enjoying each others company, Eddie not having to put on the performance he feels he has to at school or at d&d, you get to see Eddie with his walls down
sorry you had to wait 1.5 years for this, baby
no warnings only softness, 0.5k
title from tswift
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It’s not often anyone sees him like this. Quiet. Still. Stretched out diagonally across your bed, head pillowed on your stomach, Eddie is the most peaceful version of himself. That’s not to say he’s unhappy elsewhere - he enjoys the dramatic show-boating of being Hellfire’s DM and loves the exhilarating energy of performing with his band - but there's something special about the quiet comfort in lounging around with you. No plans, no other people, no pressure. Just the blissful peace of basking in the company of your favourite person.
He shifts his head a little so he can follow the lines of your jaw with his gaze. He finds it difficult to look away from you most of the time, his eyes drawn to you like a magnet, so he’s given up on trying. You never seem to mind, anyway.
The movement of his head dislodges your hand from his hair, in turn drawing your own gaze from the open book hiding the top half of your face from his view. The hand holding the book tips it to the right as your head shifts in the opposite direction to look down at him.
“You okay?” You’re murmuring, as if speaking any louder will shatter the peace cloaking the two of you, but you can’t help checking on him.
Eddie’s mouth lifts up at the edges, smile growing until it can’t anymore, his lips parting to reveal his teeth and cheeks crinkling into dimples. He glows like this; transparently happy with a faint pink blush and chocolate eyes shining with adoration.
“Mhm,” he hums, twisting his head once more so he can press a soft kiss to your stomach. Your skin warms even through your (stolen from his clean laundry pile) t-shirt.
You take his word for it and return your hand to brush his bangs away from his forehead, drawing a soft line down the side of his face before tucking his hair behind his ear and sinking your fingers in to gently rub against his scalp. You drink in one last glimpse his soft, relaxed state before returning to your book, content to let him continue his appraisal unsupervised.
Eddie’s incapable of staying still for more than a short stint and this is proven when he reaches over to tap his fingers against your shoulder. Your eyes flicker over to him but he’s not looking for attention, just another point of connection, so you turn back to your half-read page. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers is soft and you just know he’s drumming out the beat of one of his favourite songs. Sabbath, probably. Maybe Dio.
The taps are soothing in a way you can’t explain but feel viscerally, and your eyelids droop without your permission, words blurring together in a sleepy haze. You give in immediately, closing your book and setting it to the side before looking down at the doe-eyed sweetheart currently pressed up against you.
“Wanna take a nap?” You offer, fighting back a yawn.
“Hell yeah,” he grins, shifting up the bed to share your pillow.
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daryldamnson · 8 days
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Imagine being with Eddie on the quiet days, no hellfire, no corroded coffin, definitely no school, just a peaceful day of domesticity, not really talking just enjoying each others company, Eddie not having to put on the performance he feels he has to at school or at d&d, you get to see Eddie with his walls down
sorry you had to wait 1.5 years for this, baby
no warnings only softness, 0.5k
title from tswift
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It’s not often anyone sees him like this. Quiet. Still. Stretched out diagonally across your bed, head pillowed on your stomach, Eddie is the most peaceful version of himself. That’s not to say he’s unhappy elsewhere - he enjoys the dramatic show-boating of being Hellfire’s DM and loves the exhilarating energy of performing with his band - but there's something special about the quiet comfort in lounging around with you. No plans, no other people, no pressure. Just the blissful peace of basking in the company of your favourite person.
He shifts his head a little so he can follow the lines of your jaw with his gaze. He finds it difficult to look away from you most of the time, his eyes drawn to you like a magnet, so he’s given up on trying. You never seem to mind, anyway.
The movement of his head dislodges your hand from his hair, in turn drawing your own gaze from the open book hiding the top half of your face from his view. The hand holding the book tips it to the right as your head shifts in the opposite direction to look down at him.
“You okay?” You’re murmuring, as if speaking any louder will shatter the peace cloaking the two of you, but you can’t help checking on him.
Eddie’s mouth lifts up at the edges, smile growing until it can’t anymore, his lips parting to reveal his teeth and cheeks crinkling into dimples. He glows like this; transparently happy with a faint pink blush and chocolate eyes shining with adoration.
“Mhm,” he hums, twisting his head once more so he can press a soft kiss to your stomach. Your skin warms even through your (stolen from his clean laundry pile) t-shirt.
You take his word for it and return your hand to brush his bangs away from his forehead, drawing a soft line down the side of his face before tucking his hair behind his ear and sinking your fingers in to gently rub against his scalp. You drink in one last glimpse his soft, relaxed state before returning to your book, content to let him continue his appraisal unsupervised.
Eddie’s incapable of staying still for more than a short stint and this is proven when he reaches over to tap his fingers against your shoulder. Your eyes flicker over to him but he’s not looking for attention, just another point of connection, so you turn back to your half-read page. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers is soft and you just know he’s drumming out the beat of one of his favourite songs. Sabbath, probably. Maybe Dio.
The taps are soothing in a way you can’t explain but feel viscerally, and your eyelids droop without your permission, words blurring together in a sleepy haze. You give in immediately, closing your book and setting it to the side before looking down at the doe-eyed sweetheart currently pressed up against you.
“Wanna take a nap?” You offer, fighting back a yawn.
“Hell yeah,” he grins, shifting up the bed to share your pillow.
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daryldamnson · 8 days
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Imagine being with Eddie on the quiet days, no hellfire, no corroded coffin, definitely no school, just a peaceful day of domesticity, not really talking just enjoying each others company, Eddie not having to put on the performance he feels he has to at school or at d&d, you get to see Eddie with his walls down
sorry you had to wait 1.5 years for this, baby
no warnings only softness, 0.5k
title from tswift
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It’s not often anyone sees him like this. Quiet. Still. Stretched out diagonally across your bed, head pillowed on your stomach, Eddie is the most peaceful version of himself. That’s not to say he’s unhappy elsewhere - he enjoys the dramatic show-boating of being Hellfire’s DM and loves the exhilarating energy of performing with his band - but there's something special about the quiet comfort in lounging around with you. No plans, no other people, no pressure. Just the blissful peace of basking in the company of your favourite person.
He shifts his head a little so he can follow the lines of your jaw with his gaze. He finds it difficult to look away from you most of the time, his eyes drawn to you like a magnet, so he’s given up on trying. You never seem to mind, anyway.
The movement of his head dislodges your hand from his hair, in turn drawing your own gaze from the open book hiding the top half of your face from his view. The hand holding the book tips it to the right as your head shifts in the opposite direction to look down at him.
“You okay?” You’re murmuring, as if speaking any louder will shatter the peace cloaking the two of you, but you can’t help checking on him.
Eddie’s mouth lifts up at the edges, smile growing until it can’t anymore, his lips parting to reveal his teeth and cheeks crinkling into dimples. He glows like this; transparently happy with a faint pink blush and chocolate eyes shining with adoration.
“Mhm,” he hums, twisting his head once more so he can press a soft kiss to your stomach. Your skin warms even through your (stolen from his clean laundry pile) t-shirt.
You take his word for it and return your hand to brush his bangs away from his forehead, drawing a soft line down the side of his face before tucking his hair behind his ear and sinking your fingers in to gently rub against his scalp. You drink in one last glimpse his soft, relaxed state before returning to your book, content to let him continue his appraisal unsupervised.
Eddie’s incapable of staying still for more than a short stint and this is proven when he reaches over to tap his fingers against your shoulder. Your eyes flicker over to him but he’s not looking for attention, just another point of connection, so you turn back to your half-read page. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers is soft and you just know he’s drumming out the beat of one of his favourite songs. Sabbath, probably. Maybe Dio.
The taps are soothing in a way you can’t explain but feel viscerally, and your eyelids droop without your permission, words blurring together in a sleepy haze. You give in immediately, closing your book and setting it to the side before looking down at the doe-eyed sweetheart currently pressed up against you.
“Wanna take a nap?” You offer, fighting back a yawn.
“Hell yeah,” he grins, shifting up the bed to share your pillow.
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daryldamnson · 8 days
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might be an outlier here but when i smell my neighbors smoking weed i just smile and nod its like adjacent to hearing christmas carolers for me… good tidings and joy unto you brother
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daryldamnson · 9 days
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Just bashed out a request from a year and a half ago tonight is the night of productivity baby
I have the rest of the week off work... what if i, i don't know... wrote a lil something something... hmmmmmmm
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daryldamnson · 9 days
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I have the rest of the week off work... what if i, i don't know... wrote a lil something something... hmmmmmmm
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daryldamnson · 10 days
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first and foremost i am a brown eyes enthusiast.
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daryldamnson · 11 days
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Porn gets banned on major internet space -> porn moves to new space -> new space gets surge of popularity usage and investors -> investors want porn gone because you can't advertise Better Help next to hq art of the scout from team fortress 2 getting backshots -> porn gets banned there -> porn moves to new space -> new space gets surge of popularity usage and-
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daryldamnson · 13 days
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“but what about separating the art from the artist” buddy. listen to me. joanne kathleen rowling is relevant for one reason and one reason only—she wrote harry potter. that’s why she’s famous. that is the bedrock of her fucking platform. jk rowling is the harry potter lady and harry potter is the jk rowling guy. this is not the same thing as listening to a song on repeat even though the keyboardist was an asshole, or reading a novel by some dude who sucked ideological shit in the 1800s. jk rowling has a hate platform right now, today, and she sustains it off of harry potter bucks. u will forgive me if i am unwilling to advertise for her
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