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nouvellevqgue · 6 months

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ALL COVERED! ✷ ﹙ LANDO NORRIS ﹚

SUMMARY: nobody knows about the relationship between lando and the famous cooking influencer is real, not until george and himself (accidentally) spoil it.

FACE CLAIM: tess maylo

WARNING: curse words, timeline inaccuracies

A/N: happy happy (late) birthday to our little gremlin<333 this was supposed to be like, birthday themed smau but it's more to like a secret relationship trope kinda thing, but waaaayy more complicated than that. hope you guys enjoy it❤️

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 5 months

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Hello! I saw that your requests are open so I thought, I'll shoot my shot

So, it'll be SAGAU with Impostor and Isekai trope. The reader is a real Creator, while the fake one is on the throne. But! What if they look completely different? Characters don't hunt reader because well, they don't look like their beloved grace and they're unaware that their sweet creator is in fact a real impostor.

But when you look at reader and the fake creator, you can see a total difference in their surroundings. The real Creator - Reader, is connected to the Teyvat, right? The flowers bloom everywhere where they stand, the trees are more green and lively, while there's nothing like this with the impostor in the throne.

So! To the idea- How about Zhongli and Kaeya's (or any other characters you'd like to add here) to see their Reader cut themselves and suddenly bleed gold - while they saw their beloved Grace bleed red and suddenly, they connect the dots?

Ooh, this is certainly interesting, @ilumin! I'll see what I can come up with :)

Zhongli & Kaeya Find Out The Imposta :)

You weren't gonna lie—you kinda freaked when you realize the isekai and sagau trope thing happened on you. Reading fanfiction from the internet, you knew how things were gonna go down. You read the signs.

Safe to say you were not expecting you yourself to be the "lucky winner" of this entire thing. Nu-uh. Not one bit. You knew this was gonna be a hellhole.

That is, of course....you realized that the Imposter did not look like you at all. You were kinda stoked about it—that means you weren't gonna get ratted out, or killed, or hunted—so yay you! Time to chill with some bros! Time to free ball it while you still can!

And thennn... one night you were hanging with some ppl, and you accidentally nicked your finger.

You guessed it right, fellas, you bled gold. And that did not go unnoticed.

Good luck.

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Zhongli

When he first met you, Zhongli thought you were like The Traveler—you were someone who passed the Celestial Atmosphere above, and descended down to traverse the world.

With Their Grace present, their world has prospered and Zhongi is proud to say that Liyue was doing well under their rule. But when you came, he was a little surprised to see how the earth seemed to connect with you. Flowers around you seemed brighter, precious rocks seem to surface at your presence..and you somehow manage to always be able to get the most freshest fruit anyone can come across.

You were truly an interesting enigma that Zhongli is curious to learn more of. He commits every detail about you to memory. The day the wind conveniently came to the rescue when the days were boiling hot. The time where you managed to restock your food stalls even though so many Liyueans were nabbing them and almost leaving you nothing. Everything Zhongli saw, he noted down in his mind.

You eventually became acquainted with him the moment he walks up to your food stall. It wasn't that packed in the morning (somehow), and it allowed the two of you to get to know one another better. Safe to say your relationship was solid.

And then you bled gold that one night. Zhongli eyes your blood with wide expressions, before immediately excusing the both of you out of the situation.

He cannot believe that the person that sits on the Creator's Throne was not the Creator. He's constantly being bombarded with the "Creator" and their meetings, while you were just selling goods on the streets of Liyue.

"...Your Grace..." Zhongli looks at you as he puts a bandage over your finger. "...Truly, we have all been deceived." And while you're glad that he wasn't suggesting you start up a riot, you were kind of worried about what he'll do to the Imposter the next time Zhongli sees him.

Safe to say he did have a "Chat" with them that consisted of a meteor and a lot of "I will have Order!" voicelines repeating over and over again.

Kaeya

When you got plopped into Mondstadt, somehow, the winds started becoming more gentle and a lot more carefree. Everyone saw this as a sign of Barbatos, you saw this as a sign of the world trying to rat you out or something.

You decided to get a job at the Tavern to get info, and boom you meet Kaeya. You should've expected this when you got a job at Angel's Share, because this hottie bro is very much interested on your merchandise.

Safe to say, though, Kaeya was very interested in you. Like Zhongli, he takes note of your every move. But, unlike Zhongli, Kaeya's trying to see how your...unique superpowers work, and how they can be used to help protect Mondstadt—assuming he manages to convince you to join.

Kaeya is very talkative in the Tavern, so he usually talks to the bartenders. Diluc is pulling his hair out to see how much info Kaeya's spilling to you during your shifts, half of which are just boasting about the Knights of Favonius.

When you nicked your finger, though, you knew things were going down. It didn't help that Kaeya noticed. His eyes widen for a fraction, before he stands up and suggests that you both should take a walk around the streets of Mondstadt when your shift was done.

You agree, seeing as there's no way out of this, and quickly grab a bandaid to patch up the scratch. Once you were both out, Kaeya speaks first, in a low tone.

"My...I never knew the Almighty Creator could be this sneaky, to have an imposter sit on the throne while they serve cups at my favorite tavern." You look at him incredulously. He took the situation to praise you to make himself sound like he was blessed?

Good sir, this was the opposite of how your life got thrown upside down when you entered Teyvat. Then again, this sounded a lot better than getting killed, so you'll take it as a win. For now.

Kaeya promises to keep this a secret, but safe to say Diluc is rubbing his temples when he hears the Calvary Captain himself trying to offer you a position in the Knights of Favonius, saying you had potential and whatnot.

Honestly, he just wants to spend more time with you outside of the tavern.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Why the heck did this take SO MUCH LONGER than I expected sobbing. Sorry y'all—istg life is hitting me like Truck-Kun.

Also one more thing: Furina is my new child now. She and Fremmi are my Fontantian Children. Love 'em both too much ppl will have to pry them out of my cold-dead hands.

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impactedfates · 5 months

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are we gonna get argenti hcs anytime soon 😍😍 lmk lil bro

★ A/N: Argenti, my bby, my everything. My husband <33 I have a good few HCs of him so here's a list :>

☆ Genre/Trope: Fluff

★ Format: HeadCannons

☆ Warnings: Slight spoilers for Argentis companion quest

★ Extra: Most are romantic HCs // I love this man smsm // Mainly romantic HCs

Definitely compliments you a ton, like he knows exactly what to say to make you feel good about yourself and how to make you feel loved. However if you do the same back, although he thanks you. Deep down he's a flustered mess.

He's so devoted to Idrila that I feel he's not one to easily be swayed to fall for someone, so when he DOES. You know damn well he's deep in love.

He'll do the classical gentlemanly things like hold open the door for you, pull out a chair for you, kiss your hand. And if you want to be held? He'll do it.

Writes you poetry, and it's the most sickly sweet thing ever, you'd almost want to cringe in embarrassment but at the same time the words written on the page are so cute you likely can't help but find it endearing.

If perhaps you stay on the one planet, and not adventure with him on the 'One and Only' expect at least weekly visits and letters sent to you written in gold ink <33 He wants to show you he's okay and well and wants to check on you as well.

If you do go with him however, then he'll be extremely happy to have the love of his life join him on his search for Idrila - he'll be the one steering the ship, however he is more then happy to have you in the same room as he drives.

We know he's not selfish, how he's willing to risk his life to save just about anyone no matter what, no matter how long he's known them. And every time he comes out safe, he seeks you out to ensure he's safe and sound. (He will NOT allow you to join him in these situations - He's okay with himself getting hurt but will NEVER let you get hurt, aeons forbid)

So gentle and so delicate. Even in arguments which you'll inevitably have. No matter what it is, even if it's about his devotion to Idrila and how he still searches. He'll be so gentle and soft spoken, will never raise his voice at you. He'll always listen to your side and calmly explain his and in the end, the arguments always end on good terms <33

Love languages are so many. Like, I think he shows love in all the 5. As said, he's good at complimenting you and reassuring you (Words of Affirmation)

He's a knight so ofc he'll do things for you, like get you a blanket if you perhaps fell asleep at a desk or make you tea (Acts of Service)

He loves spending time with you, I mean, he holds you to the same regard as he does Idrila - he wants to be with you as much as he can (Quality Time)

Anytime he leaves to do something on a planet, even if you come with. You bet you're gonna have something you eyed with admiration even once in your hands or that you mentioned liking to have (Gift Giving)

He would absolutely love cuddling and holding you. And he's more then happy to kiss you anywhere you want, just say the word. (Physical Touch)

In the end, whichever you enjoy the most/love receiving the most will be the one he does more often if he knows - talking about love languages, I think he enjoys receiving Quality Time and Acts of Service

VERY supportive of your talents, if you like drawing? He's hanging each one on a wall. You like writing? Great! He could use a bed time story, singing? He'll listen to you for as long as he can.

He'll let you style his hair or just run your fingers through it if it calms you down, just try not to tug it if he's steering the ship. He needs to concentrate properly!

You wanna cuddle? You got it! His body is like a human radiator. Is it a hot day? Boom, he's like your own large freezer that you can cuddle. It's a cold day? Human heater, and he's more then happy to help you cool down or heat up.

Sometimes, if he's feeling tired or anything and is just sitting down to rest. He likes staring at you, lovingly and if you catch his eye and smile at him? A e o n s it's like he fell in love all over again. You're able to make his tiredness seemingly go away.

Marriage isn't a thought that comes to him, it's not that he doesn't want to but he wishes to find Idrila first before that. It's a big step in your relationship after all - however if years go on and you two are still happily dating but he still hasn't found the goddess? He might consider marrying you if you wish.

I feel like he paints, is he good? Maybe not, but you'll find a collection of paintings that's just you or you and him that he keeps safe. He will not loose those.

Very happy he came home. I also have his lightcone!! He did nearly 3 million ult rjpgdnwrb (w/o LC. I didn't have it at the time of that dmg)

He is my everything, my bby, I'd do anything for him <;33

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Celebrating 10 Years of CA:TWS — A Stucky Rec List

Rec list for the CA:TWS 10th Anniversary Event @catws-anniversary (thank you so much for organizing this event! 💙) | Prompt: Memories

10 years, huh? 10 years of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 10 years of what many—myself included—still consider to be the best MCU movie ever made.

But also 10 years of post-TWS fanfiction. 10 years of Bucky Barnes Recovering and Steve Rogers' Sadness Errands; of Up All Night to Get Bucky and Revenge Road Trips; of Winter Soldier Trauma Umbrellas and Everybody Needing A Goddamn Hug; of Good Bros and Soft Epilogues. 10 years and tens of thousands of Steve/Bucky fics later, here we are.

So, to mark the occasion, let's take a trip down memory lane and celebrate the movie and the stories it inspired: One fic from each year since it all began:

There's really only one rule here: All fics are set before, during, or after the events of CA:TWS and/or reimagine its plot in interesting ways. Naturally, many of the fics on this list are post-TWS canon divergent, but I tried to go for a nice variety of length, genre, and popularity to keep it interesting. Speaking of popularity, this is very much not intended as a round-up of ‘most popular fics of each year’ because—and I say this with all the love and respect in my heart for those stories and their authors—nobody needs a rec list for that, and I believe in spreading the love. Here we go:

Poltergeists by enemyofrome | 17K, T

Author's summary: When the helicarriers blow up and the Winter Soldier goes on the run, he takes Steve with him. He's got a name written in Morse code on the inside of his arm, a ton of questions he doesn't know how to ask, and now, a new handler with absolutely zero sense of self-preservation to contend with. Life is hard. In which Bucky tries to figure out whether he's a human being, Steve does everything he can to keep from losing him again, and there are lots of explosions.

Starting off with one of the best versions of the 'Bucky didn't leave Steve, he took him with him after the Potomac' fics that were (and still are!) so popular post-TWS. This one stands out because of its fantastic beginning, its interesting take on how Bucky was broken and remade into the Winter Soldier, and because it allows both characters to be messy. It's a popular fanon trope that it's Steve who brings out a ruthless, almost vicious streak in Bucky, but here it's emphasized that this is very much a mutual thing. Just like Bucky, who's often afforded the "excuse" of still figuring out how to be a person again, Steve gets to be difficult here—without ever turning him into a stubborn asshole. They're both traumatized, and they're both allowed to show it and to lash out, including at each other. Also, this fic will give you capital-F Feelings about morse codes and apples. Believe me.

sleepwalk back to the battle site by ftmsteverogers | 22K, T

Author's summary: “I’m going to track down every HYDRA agent that’s left,” Bucky says, buckling his gun deftly to his belt. “And then I’m going to kill them.” “Oh,” Steve says. “Come with me?” Bucky asks, dangerous hands tucked into his pockets.

A classic post-TWS fic that picks up right after the movie ends. Equal parts Revenge Roadtrip, Bucky Barnes recovering, and Steve Rogers being in urgent need of a good hug. This starts out intensely melancholic—Steve's despair and helplessness are palpable and there's a scene involving a drinking glass that still brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. Halfway through, the story changes pace and becomes much more action-heavy, but it still manages to allow space for the quiet, intimate moments between Steve and Bucky. They have both become sharp and deadly men, but they're also allowed to be soft with each other. Their coming together feels sweet and inevitable. I also really enjoyed the Steve characterization here. His absolute conviction that Bucky is still Bucky at his very core and always will be, but also his emotional and intellectual flexibility to adapt to this still-new-to-him, changed version of Bucky rang very true to me.

Surveillance by Sproings, 7K in 2 parts, G

Author's summary: If there are ears everywhere, that means it's somebody's job to listen. I hate my job.

Do you ever think about how SHIELD bugged Steves DC apartment and how horrible that was, but also...you're kind of curious what they might have overheard? Do you ever wonder about the people who listened in on his sad, lonely life? Well, here you go. An outsider POV fic told "through the ears" of an unnamed SHIELD agent assigned to spy on the private life of a man who doesn't really have much of one. The story begins just before IM3 and takes us all the way through the events of CA:TWS and beyond. It's clever, original and told with great empathy for both the subject under surveillance and the person carrying out that surveillance—who increasingly questions its purpose. Here's a small snippet to give you an idea of the fic's style:

He got a phone call, once. He put it on speaker, too, which was very exciting for me at the time. It was from an archivist at the Smithsonian. They seemed really surprised that he answered his own phone calls. The two of them talked for a long time about an exhibit the museum was planning. A very long time. As if one of them was starstruck, and the other was desperate for any kind of human interaction.

What Gets You Through by velleities | 12K, M

Author's summary: For Steve, getting through each day is a process – one he’s currently failing at spectacularly. Feeling out of place in this brave new world, he hopes to find a home in Bucky, and looks for him with everything he’s got. But Bucky doesn’t want to be found, and when he does touch base with Steve, he never sticks around for long. Bucky has embraced the modern age, leaving Steve lagging behind – or so Steve believes, until Bucky shows him otherwise.

This post-TWS fic revolves around five encounters in liminal spaces, and each time Bucky has pieced himself back together again just a little more. Despite their increasingly longer and more honest conversations, and Bucky's incremental progress, he always disappears again, leaving Steve to grapple with his heartbreak. There are quietly gorgeous moments in this fic (the bus and the church in particular were my personal favorites) as well as wonderfully crafted characterizations. Bucky is initially portrayed as somewhat feral in some ways yet surprisingly well-adjusted in others, and I love that Steve can't help but be a little annoyed at that. However, it quickly becomes clear that, in good old Bucky Barnes fashion, much of it is really just a front put up for Steve's benefit...

A Real Boy by itsnotbleak | 5K, T

Author's summary: It took the Winter Soldier three weeks to remember that human beings needed to sleep and eat. It took Steve far too long to realise the Winter Soldier was sleeping in his bed.

A wonderful, short-but-doesn't-feel-like-it fic (in the very best way) set immediately after CA:TWS, in which Bucky secretly and then soon not so secretly visits Steve in his apartment. Follow along as Bucky Barnes argues with his brain about sandwich toppings, the importance of a good night's sleep, and the necessity of personal hygiene. Also: how to best go about becoming a real boy (again). And who the hell is that Bucky guy anway? This is as soft and sweet a Bucky recovery fic as you're ever going to find. It's funny but not silly; sad in a way that all of these stories inherently are—because, well, these are some tragic boys—but not super angsty or depressing. A beautiful story with a lovely, hopeful ending.

Savage God by PottersPink | 36K, M

Author's summary (abbr.): Past, present, future, Steve knows Bucky Barnes. It’s why he recognized him when he found him in that alley in April of 1942, even though Bucky was older, stronger, wearier; he called himself The Asset, and had a metal fucking arm. He flinched when Steve tried to touch him, and when Steve told him he loved him, his first response was to ask why. Seventy years later, Steve wakes up in the twenty-first century, and he doesn’t know whether to be heartbroken or hopeful when some of the things Bucky revealed to him in 1942 start falling into place.

An absolutely riveting AU that will have you on the edge of your seat the whole time. I'm itching to talk about it more but I cannot since it would mean spoiling the hell out of it. What I can say is that it's a very intriguing and clever exploration of what would happen if Steve knew about the future but without really knowing any of the details. How would it change the events of CA:TFA and CA:TWS, and how would it change Steve himself? I so very much appreciate this characterization of Steve as smart, competent, and unwavering with a hefty dose of no fucks left to give. This fic features some really nifty time travel and plotting, great action sequences and a very satisfying ending where certain people get their much-deserved comeuppance. Plus: Bonus Shrinkyclinks (kind of)!

Charlie Lock by seapigeon | 105K, M (hard M)

Author's summary (abbr.): The Winter Soldier knows that sometimes, in order to make the kill, you must destroy what the Target lives for. Steve Rogers knows that he can't fight his captors. If he fights, they'll kill Bucky. But the price of his life is steep. Tony Stark has nothing left to live for, but he's needed. So all these miserable motherfuckers better stay alive, too. Clint Barton never expected to be a leader. But a leader he is, and no one else is going to die on his watch. --- A story in which the first wave of Project Insight succeeds, and the Avengers must pick up the pieces and find a way to stop Hydra from completing its work with Zola's algorithm.

This is not only the longest fic on this list, but also the angstiest one—by a mile, so please heed the tags. It's dark, disturbing, and brutal. However, it is neither relentless misery porn nor is it shocking for shock's sake, where everything is magically forgotten and/or healed the moment Steve and Bucky start kissing. Instead, the author puts these characters into an absolutely horrifying situation and then slowly, gently guides them out of it and into the light.

It's a Stucky fic but it's also a multi-POV ensemble piece featuring all the Avengers and other familiar faces. If you are someone who'll always be a little bitter about the unfulfilled promise of an Avengers found family, then this is for you. In this AU, they do not only fight together, but grow together in every way. They truly become a team, not just co-workers barely tolerating each other. The story takes its time exploring the characters and the group dynamics. Steve and Bucky are definitely at the center of the narrative but there is space here for every member of the team to grieve and adjust to the new reality and to find at least some measure of healing. It's a story about the meaning and the consequences of revenge, about hope and resilience, and about love in all its many forms. It also has one of the most satisfying title drops that will have you pump your fist in triumph when it happens. It's a tough read, but ultimately a very rewarding one.

SPELEVINK by Ginny_Potter | 10K, G

Author's summary: Bucky’s back. He’s leaving me messages through IKEA plushies, Steve texts Sam. jesus christ, rogers, Sam texts back. Or, Bucky lives in an IKEA Tiny Apartment, Steve is a dancing monkey once again, and somehow they find their way back to each other.

This is an absolute DELIGHT of a fic that will have you alternately laughing out loud and crying quietly into your SVARTFIBBLA blanket (super-soft, recycled polyester, 47x63"). It's ‘crack treated seriously’ at its very best and a clear homage to the fandom classic Infinite Coffee… (that’s not a dig or a spoiler, the author says so in the author’s note).

Now if you know me, you’ll know that angst o’clock is my happy hour and I’m usually not very into these heavy-on the-humor quasi-absurdist fics (because I’m super special and not like all the other girls, obviously). But. I LOVED this story so, so much. It’s such a fun read—even when it makes you cry—and it really became one of those ‘huh, I guess I’m into this after all’ moments of joyful (self)discovery via fanfic for me. I never thought a pair of oven mitts could move me like that, and I'll never be able to walk into an IKEA again without muttering "F******!" under my breath (iykyk). Absolutely fantastic.

a handful of dust by RecoveringTheSatellites | 20K, M

Author's summary: Steve looks for Bucky for a long time. But the thing is that Bucky doesn't get found, Bucky finds. Bucky always finds Steve. This takes a hard left after the Potomac and stumbles through the dark a lot after. Take a bit of running, the occasional synaptic misfire, the resurfacing of old memories, a dash or two of PTSD, and (eventually) a nice dose of action, stir, and serve over some unresolved issues.

Honestly, the second paragraph up there perfectly sums up the story. It's a good ol' fashioned Bucky recovery fic with some angst, some action, and a whole lot of healing and devotion. Steve and Bucky get to be very sappy about each other, but also extremely Badass Battle Boyfriends™ when somebody threatens their hard-won happiness. Both are allowed to be messy, unstable, and very co-dependent.

This was the first time this author played in the Stucky sandbox and I mean it 100% as a compliment when I say that you can tell. This is someone with "fresh legs" diving headfirst and very deep into the Stucky trope pool and they're doing it with great relish and enthusiam. The result is a story that rejects some of the tried and true conventions of the post-TWS fanfic canon and lovingly embraces others, but that is definitely aware of and in dialogue with the body of work that came before it. Also, it's just a really fun read that gives these two the very soft ending they deserve.

Everybody is Supposed to be Dead by pollutedstar | 22K, M

Author's summary: In 1944, Bucky Barnes falls off a train into the Alps, missing and presumed dead. Months later, Steve Rogers nosedives a plane into the arctic. In 2010, the Winter Soldier project is uncovered by S.H.I.E.L.D., and Bucky Barnes is found alive. Three years later, Steve Rogers’ frozen body is found in the ocean.

A really interesting AU and a fascinating exploration of what could’ve been; the impact it would’ve had on the events and characters if Bucky had been the one to be “found” first. How would it affect Steve to come back into a world where he isn’t quite so lonely and adrift, and where he does have the relief and reassurance of having Bucky by his side and at his back? How would that have changed the way he acted and reacted to this strange new world and the people and organizations trying to recruit him to their cause even though the ice hasn't even completely melted off his body yet?

There are a lot of astute and precise observations about characters like Tony, Natasha, and Clint in this story, and on top of that, it offers up some very compelling insights into Steve's conflicted and difficult relationship with his role as Captain America.

it's never over (hey orpheus) by romcommie | 12K WIP, 2/?, M

Author's summary: He remembers a song first and then everything else follows, burying him below. Or, Bucky Barnes pieces a life back together with a few choice verses, some duct tape and seventy years worth of spite. Steve Rogers tries very hard to relearn there's a life to be lived in the first place.

Ok, listen up, people! This is a WIP and there are only 2 chapters posted so far, but I haven't felt this absolutely bonkers excited about a post-CA:TWS fic in a long while. We're talking frothing at the mouth here. I have such a massive crush on this fic, it's a bit embarrassing, really. It's one of those fics where you know after just a few paragraphs that you're in very good, very competent hands. The wealth of historical and cultural detail; the way the story shifts/flips/flickers back and forth between time, perspective and narrative levels; the Bucky voice—it's all so well done! I'm so insanely excited to see where the author takes this!

ENJOY!

#catws10 #stucky #stucky fic rec #stucky fic #stucky rec list #steve x bucky #stucky fic recs #steve x bucky fic rec #stevebucky fic rec #stevebucky #my recs #*drops this and runs aways* this rec list nearly gave me an aneurysm. you're welcome!

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i cannot for the life of me make a decision about this, so do you have any headcanons on opinions on what banks would've been like if she had gone to high school ?? what tropes or clichés she would've been closest to embodying ?? because we know em was a nerd, that winter struggled for the obvious reasons but ultimately was fine in hs and fairly normal, rika was decently popular but far from the cheerleader level... but banks, i can't place what she would've been like if she'd gone to high school. we know she's very smart, but i can't see her as someone holed up in a library. then, we can also probably deduce that if she had gone to high school, damon would've been crazy protective but i still can't really make a set decision on much else regarding how banks' storyline/personality would've gone if she did indeed attend Thunder Bay prep or some other high school, minus these small details.

i do think she & emory would've got on like a house on fire if she attended TBP as they would've been in the same grade and probably had similar opinions on high school hierarchy and the horsemen and general thunder bay weirdness and extravagancy. they would've dissed people so thoroughly and easily with their quips and banter, for sure.

Ohh I have thought about this.

It can go so many ways, because as same with Emory, the debate is "was she naturally someone different and the circumstances made her this way? Or is it that she survived the circumstances because this is who she is naturally?"

Did Banks do so well in Gabriel's house because that's who she is, or did being in that house make her that way. In Hideaway, she mentions that she never cut her long hair because it was the last part of "Nikova." Additionally, her struggle with Damon is wanting to be her own person and to experience things other teenagers - normal teenagers - experience. But if she were a normal teenager, would she still value those experiences, or would they be mundane and expected?

I chose to think High School AU Banks would fall somewhere in the middle. She'd still be a bit of a tom-boy, and a bit of a rebel. In my AUs, she still lives with Lucinda, but Damon wants her close, so Gabriel pays for her to attend TBP. She's smart, but not without effort. She's not afraid to get involved throw down if she sees something she doesn't like. She's careful, though, and never throws the first punch, so she can always claim self-defense. It's helpful that she's a bit of a sarcastic smart ass and naturally skilled at goading people.

In school, she'd appear to be generally nonchalant about stuff, but she actually has a lot of opinions. It comes as a surprise to the teachers, who were not expecting Damon Torrance's younger sister to be so... outspoken. And argumentative.

Having a bit more freedom, and hopefully a healthy relationship with her brother, she’d probably be known for fighting with Damon in the halls over how protective he is. Like, he can’t even let her project partner talk to her without going all big brother on her.

Seriously, get a life, dude. Maybe if you had as much confidence talking to your little dancer friend as you do telling me what to do, you’d actually have a girlfriend. Newsflash, bro, there are certain things I can’t and won’t do for you.

I don’t see her wanting to participate in any extracurricular activities, but with a school like Thunder Bay Prep, it would probably be expected. I can’t see her wanting to be on a team, so Girl’s Basketball probably isn’t a good match…

Oh. You know, with her being a bit of a sleuth in Hideaway and tailing Kai to get his routine, she’d probably make a good Yearbook photographer. Or maybe working on their school paper. Maybe something along those lines that keeps her out of the spotlight. Though, I don't know what Banks would want to do growing up. Maybe she does go into student government, wanting to make changes that actually make sense and benefit the students, instead of planting a tree as the senior gift for the fifth year in a row (do these people even know what they could do with this much money, or do they only know how to add when it's involving cases of beer and tits?). Maybe she does it because she's tired of seeing Chloe get everything and wanted to challenge her, and then sort of accidentally ended up class president.

Actually, I like that...Emory makes fun of her for it all the time.

Speaking of Emory, they are best friends. Both come from more humble backgrounds, which would naturally make them targets for bullies, but not this time. Because the whole school knows wherever Emory goes, Banks is close by. And wherever Banks is, Damon is close by. And wherever Damon is, the Horsemen are close by. Not to mention, Will is a horseman, and he’s always close to wherever Emory is…

Not that Banks and Em need them. They're pretty good with the tongue lashings, themselves.

Without a doubt, Banks goes to every single one of Emmy’s activities to show support. She hangs out when Emmy’s working on her projects, and helps when she needs a hand. They both have a crush on a Horseman, but they only talk (read: tease each other) about that when they can guarantee no one can hear them.

I headcanon Banks, Emmy, and Elle are a pretty solid trio. Emmy's smart and artsy, Elle's a soft-hearted romantic, always talking about dating but never taking her own advice, and Banks plays the rebel without a cause who loves her two friends.

Anyway, have some pics that would definitely be in Banks' friend's (so Emmy and Elle) camera roll.

that last one's from Banks of will and emmy. (i've never seen love, rosie, so I don't know context. but I know in a willemmy high school au that has yet to be written, this scene will happen)

Let me know what you think! Or if my headcanons helped inspire some of yours. This was really fun, thanks for the ask.

#asked and answered 270 #asked and answered #devil's night series #devil's night series stuff #devils night #nikova banks #ko's headcanons

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Neteyam ~ Dreaming About Me?

You find out that Neteyam doesn’t see you like a little sister.

Use of the “it’s cold so we have to share a bed” trope, and step bro Neteyam. Enjoy! 💋

It was dark, and the snores of your host family were quiet against the cool air. You could just barely make out their shapes around the room: Jake, with Neytiri’s head nestled against his chest. Arms wrapped around eachother for warmth. Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk were snuggled up in a pile, snoring softly.

You shivered from your corner of the room. It was a cool night, which was rare for pandora, and to combat the chill the whole family had fallen asleep around the fire. It was now a pile of glowing red coals, and you were freezing with cold. Your teeth chattered, and you stared into the dying fire, willing it to warm your bones. Your eyes wandered to Neteyam, sleeping peacefully on the opposite side of the room. He was still, snoring softly and his usually hard expression was softened by sleep.

You were frozen, but there was no way you’d go snuggle up to him. Of course, if you did work up the courage to do so, he’d welcome you into his haven, warm you up no questions asked, but your face heated at the thought of feeling him. Being so close. His bare chest flush against your back. He would be able to feel your heart racing, threatening to beat out of your chest.

Another breeze wafted through the room. You decided to join Kiri, Tuk and Lo’ak. You rose, muscles stiff with inadequate sleep, and padded your way across the cold, packed mud floor.

“Kiri.” You shook her shoulder gently. “Kiri, can I sleep with you guys?”

She grimaced in her sleep. “There’s not enough blanket. Just go sleep with Neteyam.”

Your cheeks heated at her words. Of course she hadn’t meant it like that. But nonetheless the sentence got your imagination running wild. You ignored the blush creeping across your face. “Please?”

She shook her head and rolled over.

“Fine.” Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe It would be like exposure therapy, you could finally leave your childish crush on your step brother in the past, move on.

Who were you kidding, it in your blood. You hugged yourself tightly and padded over to him. His expression had changed now, his lips where pursed and he looked focused. Your heart was beating rapidly as you softly called out to him. “Neteyam?” You hated bothering him, you always despised feeling like a nuisance, especially to him. He was always so composed and mature. It intimidated you; it made you feel like too much. To loud, to feisty. “”Teyam?”

He turned his head towards you. “Oh, hey.” His voice was raspy with sleep his lids heavy. He sat up, propped on his elbow, and you fought the urge to glance down at his bare chest.

Your voice was quiet “Sorry for waking you, but I’m freezing over there in my corner, and Kiri said there’s no room with her, so-“ He stretched his arm out and lifted the thin blanket for you in one languid movement. You smiled sheepishly at him. “Thanks.”

You crouched, getting under the blanket, and as soon as your leg grazed his, he breathed out, “You’re freezing. Come here.” You melted at his words. His arm gently wrapped around your waist, fingers leaving a hot, tingling trail behind them, and he drew you into his chest. He was hot and hard, and made no move to remove his hand, draped across your soft waist. Your breath was shallow, as if anything more would make the precious moment dissipate. You laid in silence.

His fingers moved, spreading out across your belly, his hand was huge against you. Your heart raced are you imagined it everywhere. Against your hip, cupping your breasts, in your- His soft voice startled you out of your wild thoughts, “I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes widened in the darkness. “What happened?”

He hummed. “Nothing important.” He never was a man of many words.

You turned around to face him, and adjusted your position, head resting on your bent arm. His arm now wrapped around your back. Your faces were close. Your legs tangled. “You can’t just say that and then brush off the question. Dreams are important.”

“You’re right.” His eyes glistened with jest. “Ok, I’ll tell you when you’re older.” He joked. It was something he used to say when you were a child, and he wanted to avoid an interrogation. Your 7 year old self had looked up at him, “Can you teach me how shoot an arrow?” Or “how are babies made?” And that had been his go to line. Now, it was no longer a valid one.

The time has come for him to finally be open, present you with all the answers he’d ever kept from you, yet he’d done the opposite. Bottled them up and thrown them away. “I am older. I’m not a little girl anymore.”

He looked at you intently, an eyebrow quirked. “I see that.”

“Really?” You frowned slightly, “I feel like you treat me exactly the same.”

He cleared his throat, “Well I don’t see you the same, trust me.”

You looked up at him, his lips were slightly parted and his lids were heavy. His eyes searched your face. You felt lightheaded, mouth dry. His eyes darted to your mouth as you licked your lips. Your breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths.

“You still see me like a little sister though…” You pried. You needed this, an answer. Either way, whether it cut your heart out painfully or filled it up to the brim, it was something you needed to know.

He hummed and you felt the vibration. “Tuk’s my little sister, not you.”

You smiled at him, and his eyes glowed with the reflection of the dying embers. His guard was down, you decided to test the waters, your fingers traced up his arm. Goosebumps appeared, to your delight. “So, big bro, you dream about me a lot?”

His eyes widened, ever so slightly before he regained his ever present composure, he joked, “They’re more like nightmares, actually.”

You rolled your eyes at his tease. Your brain searched hastily for a quick jab back, a witty response. “You mean wet dreams.” It tumbled out fortuitously. You hadn’t t meant to say it really. Had you? Your eyes widened and you bit your tongue. You felt your skin prickle with embarrassment, and, something else. Excitement.

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, that’s where your mind went? Dirty girl.” It sounded filthy, dirtier than he’d meant it. Now it was his turn to redden. But it was out there now. Both of you continued, cautiously entering a place of no return. You felt on fire. Senses heightened with arousal at the exchange of banter. And his nickname. Oh, his nickname. Dirty girl. You were slick.

“Hey. I just said what we were both thinking.” You tilted your head at him. His breath was hot across your face. A silence fell upon the two of you. His arms held you tight, anchoring you to the ground.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You echoed, thoughtlessly. Nothing but him, occupied your mind.

You traced your finders up his arm, and he flexed slightly beneath your touch. You felt them up. Hands dwarfed by his large arms. You slowed, running your hands up his shoulder and to his neck. You could feel his pulse there, and you continued, finally resting at the nape of his neck. Your blunt nails gently scratching his hot skin. He leaned down. Your pulse was pounding. Limbs tingling with anticipation. His lips brushed your cheek and your felt his hard cheekbones rise with a smile. He breathed in deeply, chest brushing your breasts.

“Y’ smell good.” His voice was soft.

You tingled at his compliment. Again, you blurted out, “I taste good too.” He chuckled gently at your witty invite, and you melted at the raspy sound. He leaned down and his lips brushed yours. He was needy. So were you. His lips moved with yours, soft and warm. They parted and he opened his mouth, inviting your tongue to meet his. It was hot and wet. You pressed your body against his, hips flush. He breathed in sharply as your lower stomach brushed the prominent bulge at his pelvis.

You grinned and pulled away, a thin, lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths, a tangible reminder of what had just occurred. You brushed his hip with teasing fingers and gestured to his hard on with your chin. “Yeah, sure it wasn’t a wet dream.”

He blushed and you softly exclaimed as he pulled your back toward him, fisting your hair. He shook his head and grinned wide, repudiating his next words, “You’re insuffereable.”

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ko kyungjun as a boyfriend

he is THE hates everyone but you bf

bad boy with a soft spot for you kinda trope

just replace bad boy with bully

he doesn't go out of his way for anyone except you

princess treatment? you got it.

he'd make jinha and seungbin do the work when they are around lol

his love languages are;

acts of service

holding doors for you, buying you snacks, walking you home, helping you the week before and during your period. the things he does for you can erase any doubts that may arise in your head about his feelings for you.

he might hold back sometimes to not appear as a simp and maintain his reputation as the tough bully though.

physical touch

always has his hands on you in a way, mostly around the waist or shoulders. it is a sign of affection but also ownership as he wants to make your relationship known to other boys so they don't even dare to make a move.

also having you on his lap, he loves that. especially during recess at school, you can be found sitting on him while he zones out or talks with jinha and seungbin.

and quality time

asking you to hang out after school, inviting you to his place to chill, tagging along when you have errands to run if he is in the mood for it.

this guy literally walks away from people and situations when he doesn't care to be bothered so spending his time on/with someone definitely means something.

now about gift giving

i don't think he'd put a lot of thought into gifts. on specific occasions like anniversaries or trying to impress you, yes, but nothing too fancy otherwise.

however, you'd get little things; like a flower from a random garden he passed by from.

in my eyes, he's a casual sharer in a relationship

what is his is yours, his basketball sneakers being the only exception. food, clothes, his bed, his heart, everything.

you like his jacket? you'll share it back and forth, one week his and two weeks yours. you like his hoodie? take it. you like his shirt? wear it (but bring it back after a month and borrow another). you like his earrings? you can wear the right one and he'll wear the left one.

words of affirmation is not something he is good at

it's hard for him to express himself. he can throw a few playful sweet words here and there but rarely gets serious. he has his moments, especially after intimate situations with intense feelings, but they're few.

rarely says "i love you", he shows it instead.

he'd be the one to secretly need words of affirmation despite denying it

not too much praise though, he'll get cocky

bro felt love for the first time and his world changed #canon

such a show-off, especially with basketball

"this is for you" *misses the shot*

once threw the ball in hyunho's face because you were looking at the poor boy for too long and kyungjun got jealous

cue nahee running to help hyunho with his bloody nose

he eliminates your worries when he can

(we all know how I'm talking about)

tending to his wounds whenever he gets injured

insecure hence extreme jealousy

someone looks at you for too long? glares at them. someone talks to you? either waves them off or mocks them when they leave. someone confesses to you? they get threats as a warning. someone touches you? disappeared from the face of earth.

i could actually see him wanting to kill other boys out of jealousy but he'll hold himself back by giving them a light beating instead.

"me? jealous? ha! I'm better than that asshole"

yeah yeah sure

bro is so aggressive

you'd most likely have to witness a lot of outbursts of anger

but he apologises after, usually

intended empty words or not, you'll witness his wrath again because that is his reaction to almost everything that inconveniences him

he's throwing things and punching walls

BUT NEVER EVER hits you

even if he unconsciously shoves you, he regrets it immediately

many, mostly minor, arguments because of misunderstandings and lack of communication

he is not very confrontational when it comes to a relationship, either because he doesn't want to appear vulnerable and clingy or he doesn't know how to express himself and figure out why he is feeling the way he does.

when his hidden feelings of insecurity and discomfort bubble up, it's hell for the both of you. screaming, crying, him acting like he doesn't care to protect himself.

and his impulsivity makes it harder to make up sometimes

he might say hurtful things out of anger that will keep you away from him for a while but he rarely actually means them, it's just his defense and illusion of security.

possessive and slightly controlling

he cares too much when he considers his relationship serious and it's not just him fooling around.

unfortunately, he'll use manipulation when he wants something badly or to convince you of something. if you call him out, he'll drop the act and most likely get annoyed.

he needs a lot of work when it comes to the negative aspects of his personality for a healthy relationship to exist

he is not too much of a bad guy, he just has issues

and needs therapy

passionate makeout sessions

those big palms and veiny hands know how to grip. he's the dominant one and he won't have it any other way, wanting to have power and control over the pace and movements.

high libido, that's all i'm apparently allowed to say :P

learns and remembers a lot about you

especially your habits and quirks

if you smoke too;

he'll share his cigarettes with you

and steal a couple of yours when he is out of his

if you hate smoking;

LIKE LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE AROUND SMOKERS

he'll make an effort to not smoke when you are present

brushes his teeth or eats a piece of gum before he kisses you if he meets you after smoking <3

can't have you thinking he is gross smh

if you're short;

he definitely teases you about your height

picks you up just for fun or carries you around like you weigh nothing

ties your shoelaces for you

playfully insulting each other and bantering all the time to show affection

you're the only one he actually listens to <3

you shove him or nudge him when he is being too mean to other people or crossing a line

still goes wild when you're not around

you are his lockscreen <3

not too much of a talkative texter

sort written replies but long voice messsages

oml that voice

sends you pics of himself all the time, expecting compliments and praise

shirtless mirror pics focusing on his abs? all yours. manspreading pictures? you got them. selfies in which he tries to appear tough but his cheeks and soft features make him look like the cutest boy you've ever seen? yep.

cares a lot about how you view him so he takes a lot of time to make sure he picks the right pics to send you.

let's not fool ourselves, he knows you love those muscles and he purposely puts them on display for you

cuddles with kyungjun are warm and tight, becoming one under a blanket

more of a motorcycle guy

buys you your own helmet <3

not one for fancy dates, maybe dinner here and there, but prefers casual hangouts

movie nights at his house, late night walks and rides, chilling at a convenience store after school.

just peaceful private moments.

pretends to not like cheesy couple things, such as matching outfits or pajamas, but they secretly warm his heart

he takes your gifts very seriously; wears them to please you or carries them around with him

get him a neck pillow

you have him wrapped around your finger no matter how much he denies it

jinha has gotten a good smack in the back of his head for voicing that fact multiple times

#woominutes ♡#night has come #nhc #ko kyungjun x reader #go kyungjun x reader #ko kyung jun x reader #go kyung jun x reader #ko kyungjun #ko kyung jun #go kyungjun #go kyung jun #night has come kdrama #night has come kyungjun #night has come ko kyungjun #cha woomin

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Could I request head canons with reader who likes to cook and clean and is basically like a house wife. Dottore and Childe please ☺️

(oﾟ◇ﾟ)ﾉ perhaps you can............. i did my best to try to make these not too redundant , so forgive me if they're a little repetitive sometimes. the tldr is just that they love their cute wife (you) shgjngfns ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff! domestic fluff!! talks of food, mentions of having a family, childe's part gets a teensy bit suggestive includes: fem!reader, dottore and his clones, tartaglia wc: 1,2k

-ˋˏ It’s a popular headcanon that Dottore has a sweet tooth and I’m here to contribute to it bc I’m a firm believer in the Man Bad But Secretly Soft trope.......

-ˋˏ You often find yourself baking desserts for him to eat when he gets home from work and, on the rare occasions that he’s home while you’re baking, you make him taste-test the dessert you’re currently making

-ˋˏ He’s actually decent at baking (it’s just food science and he’s The Science Guy), however he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing it. But you do! You love doing acts of service for him, which is why you got promoted from housewife to personal-pastry-and-dessert-expert housewife (said endearingly)

-ˋˏ Good ol’ chocolate chip cookies, maple pudding, red velvet cake, lemon meringue pie, tiramisu, mille-feuille; you'd make so many desserts that he had to buy a chef-grade refrigerator on top of your regular fridge to store them. Not that he minded of course, but sometimes he’d lightly scold you for making so many unhealthy foods (all the while being a hypocrite himself because he’s the one enabling you)

-ˋˏ Has a mini fridge in his office full of desserts (and the occasional homemade sandwich, for variety). He always has to restock it because his segments always get into it and eat his sweets that you made for him

-ˋˏ When he tells you about it you end up giving him two extra tupperware containers full of sweets that you insist he gives to his segments, especially the younger ones. If he doesn’t, you’ll just show up to his lab and give your freshly baked desserts to them yourself

-ˋˏ Sometimes Dottore tries to bake with you, but you always get frustrated that he never makes the desserts look nice. He just takes up space in your shared kitchen when he tries to help; which you tell him that by staying out of your way he’s helping

-ˋˏ You’re also the designated cook since he doesn’t really have any skills in the kitchen outside of knowing the technical stuff. The man is too busy fiddling with machines and organs to know about how to properly sear a steak

-ˋˏ His favorite meal of yours is a simple steak paired with a good, dry Malbec. You’re always setting up the table when he gets back from work, to which he always hugs you from the back to greet you. One time you didn’t hear him come in and you accidentally dropped the plate you were holding (you made him eat it as punishment. five second rule)

-ˋˏ On the rare times he works from home you insist that he doesn’t need to help you with chores, no matter how much he offers (which wasn’t that often to begin with, but at least he offered. like..... once). Instead, he’d get settled on the kitchen table while you wash the dishes, vacuum, etc

-ˋˏ Some days you’d be in comfortable silence, while on other days you’d listen to him ranting about how irritating his coworkers are, or about how much he wants to fire some of his underlings because they’re “so incompetent”. Thankfully you can calm him down before he,, makes an angry phone call

-ˋˏ You don’t get the chance to visit him at work that often, so you revel in the times where he’s able to work from home. But since you can’t go see him that often, it means you don’t see his clones either

-ˋˏ The older segments would refrain from asking about you (because you’re Prime’s wife, not theirs. he’s yelled at them multiple times about it. bro’s possessive) while the younger ones would consistently bother him about your whereabouts. He insists that he hates it when they ask, but inwardly he imagines how you’d take care of them. (is it to heal his inner child or to imagine how good of a mother you could be? maybe both, but he wouldn’t admit to the former)

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-ˋˏ Childe would have been your housewife if he wasn’t a Harbinger. point blank

-ˋˏ Buuuut, since he isn’t, he makes sure to take care of you. You’re always cleaning after him, cleaning him sometimes, and overall taking up more tasks than he thought you could (should) chew. Of course, you did it all out of love and didn’t expect him to owe you anything, but he’d feel bad if he didn’t help at least a little bit

-ˋˏ So once or twice a week (depending on when his schedule allows it) you’ll both be cleaning the house and doing chores together

-ˋˏ You’re both listening to music while sweeping the floor, reorganizing the pantry, wiping down the counters..... getting as much done as you can before Childe decides he’d rather have you sat up on a counter while he nestles himself closer to you

-ˋˏ He always buys the best appliances for your sake since you’re the one that’s home most of the time. That one really expensive, cordless vacuum cleaner you saw at the store? He bought it. A duster with a retractable handle that can help you reach the top of shelves without you needing to stand on a chair to clean? Childe bought it before you could even ask. That really cute cherry-shaped deep dish with matching baking utensils you saw at the store together? He’s carrying it to your car right now

-ˋˏ Though while he does buy really useful things, he balances it out by getting you unnecessary items. Like a frilly pink apron with Kiss the cook embroidered in cursive on it, or a soup ladle that looks like the Loch Ness monster but I digress

-ˋˏ Childe is 100% a family man- so, as a result, he's thought about having his own family with you. After seeing you indulging Teucer and his siblings’ shenanigans, he absolutely wants to have kids with you and have you do things like read books to them, make them lunch to bring to school, etcetc

-ˋˏ Loves to come back home from work to you, smelling the fresh aroma of dinner wafting in the air

-ˋˏ He loves your cooking!! Can’t get enough of it, especially when he comes back from training and he’s all spent. Whether it be your homemade soup, a hearty meaty meal, or a pasta dish he’ll always devour whatever you make

-ˋˏ You make extra portions of chicken, steak, whatever protein-filled meal when he’s bulking so he can bring leftovers to work to eat them after sparring sessions. It makes everyone else jealous (which is partly his intention lol)

-ˋˏ Boasts about you to his coworkers and agents below him, always saying “my wife” with a lovesick smile on his face

-ˋˏ Has a whole bunch of photos of you in his office, ranging from cute candid pictures to professional, framed photos on his desk, and a tasteful polaroid of you in his wallet. Adores showing you off to others (except the photo he has in his wallet, of course. that’s for his eyes only), so much so that sometimes his underlings try to come up with excuses to leave because he goes on and on and on........ what can he say, he loves his cute housewife !!

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#dottore x reader #dottore x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #dottore x fem!reader #dottore x afab reader #childe x reader #childe x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #childe x fem!reader #tartaglia x fem!reader #childe x afab reader #tartaglia x afab reader

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aclockmaker · 1 year

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more actors au continued from here

Shooting the first season is a fever dream. Creating and playing in a world that no one else gets to see yet—no reviews, no public, just them. The cast is tight, right away. Eddie, like, loves them. He's already made plans to go to Robin's family's house in Joshua Tree this summer.

Eddie and Steve don’t have that many scenes together. Eddie knows, guiltily, exactly when they’re all shooting.

It’s not just what goes on when the cameras are rolling, either. (Which is, like, still insane. Still makes Eddie feel like he's taken club drugs. And maybe he's not the only one, because—)

It's also that Steve is more likely to ask him to hang out, just the two of them, after they shoot together. Eddie could text him or ask him but he has a complex set of rules for how often he's allowed to be the one initiating it, because, well. He's nursing a pretty bad crush here. It's deeply unprofessional.

In the episode before this, Eddie confides in Nancy’s character, their teen journalist-detective, that he has something he thinks he needs to tell her. Something that’s going to blow her mind. But they’re just in the hall at school, the bell ringing, so he can’t do it right now. It’s his own little “I’ve got a secret, Veronica Mars. A good one.” (He’s watched as many dead-girl tv shows as he can to bone up for the role—all the classics going back to Twin Peaks. Veronica Mars is uniquely applicable because Lily does appear in flashbacks, and even though they’re subverting the trope by having a guy get killed, they all know what kind of story they’re telling.)

In the scene they shoot tonight, Steve's character comes to Eddie's house that same night before he can get to Nancy to try to convince him not to tell her. It's not clear what Steve thinks he knows, when he climbs in through Eddie's window, only that he's practically begging Eddie not to do it. He starts off aggressive, like they're yet again about to get into a physical fight. But the fact that Eddie lets him in speaks to the fact that maybe there's a little more to their relationship. And then Steve's character breaks down, cries a little, and it's really—something, to be wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders in front of the camera and the crew, under the lights. Eddie is a professional, and he's perfectly capable of slotting those feelings into their correct file folders for later perusal, but—it's something. He's given Steve bro hugs. He's pretty sure Steve even hugged him for real the first time he saw him after he was cast (it's a blur). The only time they've hugged like this is on film.

He's not surprised when there's a message waiting for him on his phone when he eventually gets back to it post-short scene with Max, whose character lives next to Eddie's in-story. The message itself is a little surprising. Hey, I'm wrapped so I'm going home but do you want to come by? And then an address in Silver Lake.

It's not so crazy. Steve takes awhile to decompress after filming something emotional; he doesn't like to be alone. Eddie has learned this very quickly and has very quickly come to crave being the one Steve decompresses with. It just typically happens on the studio lot, in Steve's trailer. But this is fine, too. It just makes sense. Steve was done for the day so he went home. But he still wants to see Eddie.

Eddie sends back three thumbs up emojis, bangs his head on his steering wheel, and starts driving. He chews a fingernail, wonders if he should stop somewhere to get something to bring. A bottle of wine. But that’s stupid probably—it’s not a dinner party. It’s just two friends hanging out. (If he thinks it a little defensively, that’s because Mike was leaning heavy on the innuendo when he asked Eddie where he was going tonight. “Oh really, with Steve? Huh. It’s nice you two get along so well.” Eddie had just glared at him and moved on. The kid is such a little shit.)

Steve hugs him when he gets there, which is almost funny—now that he’s acted it out, he’ll do it in real life, like an echo. But it doesn’t seem fake, it just seems like that’s what Steve does when someone comes to his house. He’s a little high strung, maybe, in constant motion while he waves Eddie in and offers him a beer.

They end up on the pool deck, beers in hand, sitting with their legs dangling in the water up to their knees. It’s secluded here, big, old trees blocking them from any neighbors’ view.

“So,” Steve says. “Good scene after I left?” It doesn’t sound like what he really wants to ask.

“Yeah, fine,” Eddie agrees. “You know what Max is like—she’s too cool for school.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” Steve laughs.

“Never,” Eddie agrees. The teasing would never end. He glances at Steve, who seems mostly relaxed, maybe a little hunched in on himself.

“Did you ever, um,” Steve starts, looking out at the water. “Date a co-star?”

Eddie’s brain whites out a little, just static. “Uhh. I thought you were going to ask if I thought you looked weird when you cried, or something.”

Steve sputters. “Do I?”

“No, dude, very pretty crier.” Eddie smiles.

“Thanks I guess,” Steve says, frowning a little.

Eddie chews on his lip. “But, uh. No, I haven’t.”

Steve sighs. “Yeah, me either.”

Which is funny, because he’s been linked with a couple of them from previous projects, but Eddie guesses you can’t believe everything you read.

“Is there someone,” Eddie asks carefully, “you want to date?” Steve is close with Robin and Nancy. Eddie can’t see Robin dating a guy, but what does he know.

“I don’t know,” Steve admits. “I feel like. I don’t know if it would be a terrible idea, because we work together.” And then he just stops talking.

“I might be able to respond better if I knew who we were talking about here.”

Steve gives him a look. “You do know. Don’t make me say it.”

“Gonna definitely need you to.” And then, because he can't help trying to make Steve laugh. "It's Joyce, right?"

"Please," Steve says, and does laugh a little. "I wish I thought I had a shot with Joyce." She's a legitimately famous actress who Eddie often can't believe he's going to share an IMDB listing with.

"But, uh," Steve goes on. “I don’t want to mess anything up, though.” Now he sounds careful.

Eddie doesn’t know what Steve thinks he’s messing up—their chemistry, he guesses, if he’s not reading this very wrong. Their friendship maybe. The show. Any remaining semblance of professionalism. Eddie is pretty ready to throw most of that stuff out the window—after all, who says just because they hook up the work will suffer? Maybe it’ll be better because Eddie won’t be crushed under the weight of absurd amounts of sexual tension anymore. Not that it’s been a hardship, but…

“I don’t think you’re messing anything up,” Eddie tells him. “I mean—personally. Who says anything will get messed up?” I think it might be worth it even if it does, he doesn’t add, because it’s shocking to even think it, and obviously too much for the moment. He doesn’t know if he really means it—this show is, like, the opportunity he’s been waiting his whole life for. But he’s already dead on it; there’s only so many flashback scenes they can film as he ages further out of the high school age bracket for a character who can’t get older.

“Yeah, but.” Steve runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “The way we are on the show—“ he shoots a worried little glance at Eddie, who tries not to react outwardly to that, which is hard. “Don’t you think some of that’s because—I mean, for me at least, it is, I’m not saying—for you—"

“Me, too,” Eddie assures him before he hurts himself. “But—okay, you brought this up, not me. What do you want, then?”

“Dude, I wish I knew,” Steve says. “I mean—“ he glances at Eddie— “I know what I want, but I don’t know what we should do. But I just felt like I was going crazy, and the only person I really wanted to tell was, well, you.”

Oh. “Steve,” Eddie says, almost a warning. He wants to offer that they can hook up and it won’t mean anything and nothing will change. He wants to offer that they can date and nothing bad will happen. It’s all stupid, impossible to promise.

“I know,” Steve says miserably. “Sorry.”

Eddie shakes his head. It’s almost unbearably sweet that Steve is so bent out of shape over him. “Come on, we only have, what, two more weeks of filming? We can make it through two weeks, right?”

“Guess we have to,” Steve agrees, but he moves his hand over a little so their pinkies touch on the edge of the pool.

tagging a few people by request, thank you for being interested <3 @atlas-talks @obsessivlyme @lyriclight @deadflowercollector @thatonebadideapanda @wolfstarlights @eddiemunsonswife @alienace @wishiwasacasualfan

#thank you to everyone for name suggestions instead of taking any of the good ones i've just continued to avoid naming characters lol #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #actors au #stranger things fic #steve x eddie #also i'm not the boss of you but please don't be too invested in the plot of the tv show... for your own sanity... i will Reveal All but #i can't promise it will besatisfying

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ratskcoreddie · 1 year

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‘a lesson in romantics’ (rockstar!eddie x shy!fem!reader) part one, chapter one ★— ‘teenage dirtbag’ ♡

introduction: after being invited out by a few of your friends your nerves hit you hard, a night out at the movies would've been fine. instead you found yourself at the hideout. as the evening progresses you're glad the universe had other plans. the cute guitarist on stage was better than any movie you had ever seen, and did he just look at you? [WC: 13k] rockstar!eddie au.

tropes this chapter: stranger to friends to lovers. slow burn. soulmates. oblivious to love.

warnings & tags this chapter: 18+, rockstar!eddie, shy!rfem!reader, slight angst, self doubt, strong language, suggestive language, swearing, drinking, smoking, sexual tension, casual dominance, sub / dom dynamics, eddie is a sweetheart, nicknames, steve and eddie being bros, series.

parings: rockstar!eddie x shy!fem!reader.

the progression of the night so far made you on edge for the events to follow. you had been rushed into the small dimly lit bar by the ushers. herding the line outside like sheep was their job, but it made you quite nervous. they had taken your ticket, ripped off the edge, and checked your id with a haste you weren’t expecting.

when you made it inside you could tell there weren't many people in the line to see the band that was on the marquee. these people were really just crowding to the bar on a tuesday night because it was the only bar in hawkins that wasn’t packed. you and your group among the few that came to see the act. finding a seat at the small bar, you sat down and turned to face the stage. it wasn’t really much of a stage, nonetheless it was high enough to raise the performers off the floor and keep the fans at bay.

centering your eyes on the platform from your seat, your vision tried adjusting to the dark behind it. hoping to catch a glance at the people moving around in the back. it felt wrong to be watching them move like a unit before the show. the crew of the tiny venue must’ve worked hard together behind the scenes. their efforts were sure to be paid off when you saw the lights and heard the acoustics.

the figures were working the equipment inside. you were a curious individual so your eyes lingered. just couldn’t help yourself. having a good view of all of the staging and the things out of public view felt secretive. it helped you grasp that where you sat was a great spot, the band was set to perform only a few feet from you. the stage was small and cramped so everyone would have a good view, but your view came with a seat, some backstage access, and drinks.

it was still early in the night so you had beat most of the crowd to the comfortable stool. secretly grateful that you got to the hideout early to have the opportunity. majority of the people here for the band made it to the front of the stage anyways. you didn’t feel too bad for crowding the bar with your space.

your view also granted a favorable view of the sound box. someone you couldn’t make out with curly hair held a guitar, strumming mindlessly. after he finished playing a few chords he threw up his hands to another shadow and gave a thumbs up. the mysterious person sat the instrument down and faded back into the darkness. you averted your eyes back to watch the entrance doors, not allowing the interest of what the band was doing backstage spoil any part of the show coming up.

without something to observe you picked at your nails while you listened to the crowd funneling through the doors. you pulled the skin from your thumb to numb your busy brain. even when you tried relaxing and having a night by yourself, or with you and your friends it was hard. this was hard.

you were still slightly unsure on why you had told your friends you wanted to go out and do something tonight. it had been awhile for you and you were still undecided, but before you had an opportunity to bite your tongue. it just happened. one of your friends mentioned they had plans for the night already. when they extended an invite to you it was hard to say no.

they each talked about how they had to check out this small band playing at a chummy bar. wanting to see them perform because they had somewhat of a small following. going on and on till you finally showed interest in their idea. it seemed like they could be promising entertainment for an indie metal band. a good soundtrack for a spontaneous night.

behind you, a few of your friends had already started with drinks but you decided to hold off for longer. not yet wanting to order something with the servers. you sat on the barstool still speculating that the people behind the curtain were part of the band you had come to see. you turned to your girlfriends that had invited you out. sadly, they were already chatting with the bartender. not paying any mind for you to sneak in a question about the performers tonight. ‘corroded coffin’ was what you had read on the marquee. that was really the only information you had to go off of. well, that and overhearing that they played a couple covers from metallica and iron maiden. you weren’t really into the genre, but you thought of it as an excuse to get outside of your box.

the issue was, being outside of the box made you uncomfortable. it had to be the atmosphere you were in… or your clothes. you were told the show had a dress code. your friends had basically demanded that you wore all black. something real tight and provocative. leather if you had it. you hesitantly followed the attire rules. digging through your closet for a few hours to put together a risky outfit. something dark, restricting, and chic. sure the look suited the activities of the evening but now you were regretting the choice. black jeans and an old tee-shirt would’ve been fine.

while overthinking the past half hour the time seemed to fly. you gave into the activities previously postponed by your own anxieties and loosened up. you eventually shared drinks and jokes with your friends in the cozy space. a few kind strangers had tried approaching you throughout the evening but you had declined the drinks they wanted to buy you and passes they had made. one too many times had you already heard the phrases –”are you seeing anybody?” or worse, “so where did your boyfriend run off to?”.

it had been a long time since you had a partner, you’d been out of the game. therefore dulling your senses of being able to catch when someone was being friendly or actually flirting with you. not to mention the insecurities you held dear to your chest because of the times you had gotten hurt. nowadays it’s harder to fall for someone, hookups were out of the question. it was degrading to think the only thing people wanted with you was a quick round of intimacy and then a swift goodbye. absolutely soul numbing to go through that over and over.

that fact didn’t matter though, because no one in the bar stood out to you. you weren’t shy to offer to meet someone or accept a drink, it wasn’t like you to decline a free shot from a cute stranger. issue was there hadn’t been any cute strangers offering yet.

you were twisting in your chair to face the bar after you had been approached again. deciding you would rather talk with the nice bartender than fake small talk. you ordered another drink with him and then introduced yourself when he served you something sweet you just pointed out on the menu. he told you his name was josh, his smile was bright and you greeted him with the same affection.

after having a conversation about how he really liked his job, he brought you another drink. “this ones on me”, he politely smiled. you threw your hands up, “no! no! i can’t accept this! all i did was have a nice talk with you!” you joked. he laughed at the quip, “you’d be surprised at the number of people that spare me some time.. seriously, it’s on me!” he pushed the new glass closer to you. you were reluctant but accepted after giving him a glare.

you twisted back around. “the show's about to start, by the way” he whispered to your back. that had caught your attention. when you looked back at him, the bartender pointed to the clock that hung on the liquor cabinet, “we’ve got about three minutes”. like clockwork the stage lights dimmed. “told you so”, he laughed. you waved him off, “i didn’t say that you were lying!“ he leaned over the bar and whispered as the stage rumbled, “flagged me down if you need something, kay?”

while your new friend darted down the aisle of his makeshift kitchen island you watched the guitarist step onto the stage. his dramatic curls were cascading down to just below his shoulders in a messy halo. his hair bounced a bit with his movements. this was definitely the man you saw in the shadows earlier. the silhouette was uncanny.

his brown, dark chocolate eyes glistened in the sparse lighting as he turned to the crowd. in his heavily inked arms was a black and red cracked electric guitar. the stage lights made it sparkle. you watched the musician still for a bit, it must’ve been his nerves. you turned to one of your girlfriends that had dragged you out of the house. she was talking with a cute boy with a nice brunette haircut and sharing drinks.

‘’who’s that one again?’’ you whispered to her, trying not to bring attention that you weren’t sure who the band was. the mystery boy with the pretty hair overheard you. for some reason he answered you, rather than flirting with your friend, “that’s eddie munson. he’s the front man, not the singer though. the dynamic is kinda weird’’ he paused. ‘’can’t blame you for asking. the guy looks so good when he’s in his element, doesn’t he?’’ he smiled sweetly.

your cheeks grew red, you weren’t sure how to answer the stranger so you just nodded. secretly thankful that he had answered your question with kindness. giggling at your coyness, he moved on and continued talking with your friend. you could admit, he was right. the man on stage looked like a real rockstar. a big tough man holding a scary demeanor.

but something about him held that sweet boyish charm you loved so much. like his childlike attitude hadn’t vanished with the prospects of growing older. how the man next to you spoke of him seemed sincere too. seeing him made you increasingly excited for the performance now that he was on stage.

you watched the newly named eddie shake out his nerves. he sighed and puffed out his chest. the crowd was still talking over him, almost ignoring his strong presence. you wished he knew that he had your undivided attention. stuck in a trance as he played with his curls to make them more wild when the rest of the lights flashed on. the spotlights exposing the band in their dedicated place on stage. with the reveal the boy you had just spoke to and your friends started loudly cheering from the bar. two girls next to the tall brunette joined in on the cadences. their shouting snapped you out of your daze.

cheering along with them, the lights then turned a bright orange. you watched as the crazed metalhead started shredding a rift in the lights. his fingers moved rapidly up and down the neck. pushing the cords perfectly with his strong fingers. the single rip he played got the crowd to pay attention to the band. the audience turned to find the culprit of the pointed sound, eddie was wearing a sadistic expression.

grin toothy and demanding he stepped to the microphone, “we’re ‘corroded coffin’! thanks for coming out!” his tone was more confident than he seemed.

next the lead singer stepped to the mic. not stuttering once as he announced the name of their first song. his excitement seeping into his tone of voice at the introduction. it was an original. had to be, the name or the track you hadn’t recognized. you could tell each of the guys on stage were grateful for the opportunity to play live music. it made you anticipate the rest of their set and how their energy would translate while playing into the night. your eyes moved to watch eddie fidget with the spine of the guitar. the band rushed into the first few songs and fuck, they were good.

like you had overheard, their discography was mostly covers with a sprinkle of original material but it was fun. you weren’t a huge fan of metal music, you really only indulged in rock but their sound made you want to dive into all of the classics. the sound engulfed the small bar and the shells of your ears. they’d ring slightly when the drummer would hit his snare a little harder than the last time.

happy you came out tonight you cheered obnoxiously with your friends when another song ended. three songs into the set and you were feeling electric. an invisible rope pulling you into them. into eddies stage presence. you remembered how the bartender mentioned that this was a weekly thing. –“it wasn’t anything special”, he said “not yet anyways”. you recalled the talk from earlier.

the hideout was just a local dive bar a few guys from around town hung out at, but he told you that because you specified that you were there for the music. apparently the band was bringing in customers more frequently. he mentioned how eddie had scored a live music gig by flirting with one of his coworkers… or two. even he could admit their act wasn’t half bad. it was polished and well worked for being their first real performance and he hadn’t got bored of it yet. even after seeing it six times now.

the first part of the set passed. the band grew relentless. they were huffing after playing for sixty minutes straight. the group of three that was next to you started cheering even louder, encouraging the band to keep going. their drinks had loosened them up and caused them to be a little careless to those around them. the tall brunette seemed to cut himself off after two drinks. he was sipping on waters now. he must’ve been the designated driver and they must’ve been his friends, you had concluded. you remained too shy to ask. lingering on the thought, wishing you could start up a conversation with them during the show to confirm your suspension.

the song that had just been playing came to a swift end. the lights flashed a new color and the last half of the set started. the new lights illuminated eddie perfectly, it forced you to keep your eyes glued to him. he was in the music, noticing how he had really played with ease and confidence. his movements were provocative and his rifts sounded sultry.

you held your third drink in your hand, you had been babysitting the liquor because you didn’t wanna turn around to order again. shamelessly, you couldn’t take your eyes off of eddie. even when you moved the straw to sip directly from the glass, you were looking over the lip to watch him as you drank. you thought you had caught him making eyes at you a couple of times and blushed at the idea. sparing another look at his brow bone to see if you could maybe catch him in the act of paying you a glance.

the bartender had walked back around to your side to check in with you when the band had started playing a slower song. you didn’t pay much attention to your new friend when he asked if he could top you off. turning to wave him away respectfully, you closed your tab. only a second passed before your eyes were back on the gutairst. dancing up and down the rockstar’s body until you met his eyes this time.

you finally caught him.

you were in eddie’s eyeline and he was watching you. watching you with a real glint of something you couldn’t make out in his gaze. your stomach jumped, without a beat passing, he winked at you. you nearly choked on your drink.

eddie’s heart jumped at the sight of you being bashful for him. he watched you hide your face with your drinking glass subtly. your eyes had widened over the lip before you were rubbing the liquid spilling from your lips with the pad of your thumb. the sudden attention he gave you must’ve made you a little brave because you held his eye contact. time seemed to slow as you both stared, but he was the first to break the tension. eddie couldn’t lose his focus this far into the set, and he was making you hot. he could tell. in turn, it was lighting his body on fire.

throughout the rest of his performance he had been ecstatic that he made an attractive woman like you so flustered. pouring that extra confidence you gave him into his craft. shredding his guitar with a new passion to receive more of your attraction. fighting his own urges to bore his wandering stare back into yours.

the stranger that was flirting with your friend from earlier must’ve been watching you fidget in your seat. you were oblivious of his presence while you made heart eyes at the band member, because suddenly he was leaning onto the bar to crook his neck at you. he started chatting with you in an awkward position. his neck was strained and his body was turned comically so he could get in even a few words with you.

“hi again!!!” he was loud, with his sudden tone he stilled to gauge your reaction. then continued, “im steve by the way!” he yelled over the sound of the music. he threw his shoulder back in the direction of the band, “you like them huh!?’’ after his sentence, he was reaching out his hand around your friend's back to shake your delicate hand. “yeah, yes.” you were quieter and hesitated before meeting his hand. “they’re doing great aren’t they?” you answered, letting your excitement slip but not yelling like he was. “yeah, they sure are something!!”, he responded.

you friend still stood between the both of you and you could tell the guy was getting frustrated with the loud music while trying to talk with you. he leaned over to your friend and whispered something in her ear, she nodded promptly before switching seats with him. he sighed as he situated himself in the new spot.

you quickly sat down your drink on a napkin to give him your attention and told him your name to be courteous. you explained how you had been dragged out of the house by the group you were with, but you were glad that you ended up in the right place to see eddie’s band play. continuing the conversation when steve mentioned he didn’t recognize you from around town. hawkins was small, and steve was observant.

steve leaned into your space so he could talk without the music intruding. “you’re from the next town over then?” steve questioned. “i mean of course you don’t have to go telling me your life story but i'm sure i would remember seeing a pretty girl like you in a shitty bar like this”. josh, the bartender you had made friends with, sent steve a glare. you giggled shyly, “be nice! i’ve already got to know the staff here, you can’t ruin my reputation”. steve could tell you were more reserved so he was careful with his words. you appreciated the gesture. “but, yeah, i’m from the city. the scene up there isn’t really my favorite though, i like coming to cozier places like this”, you answered. “well.. sometimes, i don’t really get out much”.

steve had been silently watching you and eddie steal glances at each other when one of you weren’t paying attention. as eddie’s best friend (and wingman) he couldn’t just let this opportunity pass up. he thought you were gorgeous and he had noticed you sitting at the bar as soon as he walked in. you were sitting in his usual spot. most of the time, eddie let steve in through the backdoor so he would be early and have his spot. buying him a beer to thank him for helping with all of his gear. tonight he had been late, guess the universe had other plans.

after the earlier conversation seemed to slow, you turned your concentration back to eddie. you both listened to the next song kickstart. it was a little faster than the previous one. it made your blood rush but for steve he relaxed. he could tell the band was approaching their encore from having the set memorized. ‘corroded coffin’ would walk off stage dramatically and then come back with a closer.

“im glad you like him so much’’, steve leaned closer to make sure you hear him over the noise. you couldn’t tell why he had said ‘him’ and not ‘the band’. it struck you as kind of awkward. “him?” you probed raising an eyebrow at steve. “yeah, eddie. you can’t really take your eyes off him, no?” a pink blush washed over you. you hadn’t noticed how obvious your stares had been. “is it that bad?” you uttered. steve laughed, “course not. eddie hasn’t really gotten attention from anyone in a while honestly”, he teased. you raised your eyebrow, not fully understanding what he was getting at. “well–, you would be stupid to think he’s not handsome… he is pretty”, you paused. “...i mean his look is pretty. like what he’s wearing? yeah. i like it.” you said diffidently.

even at your new feeling of embarrassment steve revealed, you didn’t dare take your attention away from eddie. the performance was nearing an end and you didn’t wanna miss a second. his arms were flexing as he worked his instrument lovingly in his hands. the dark ink of his tattoos highlighting the tensions in his muscles. you were overly thankful that you could see the exposed limbs because of the cut up shirt he was sporting. he must have done it himself, the sleeves were choppy. each little detail sucked you further into a dizzy, tipsy, headspace. studying him like an old school book was easy. you hoped you could catch his glance again before they were set to get off stage.

then the boy next to you was back to stealing the limelight. his presence was starting to be more of a distraction than an addition. ignoring him for a second longer was impossible because he started brushing your shoulder gently with his. letting out a sigh, and turning away from eddie was hard for you. steve slightly chuckled at your attitude.

unable to get pulled back into the motions of the music. you didn’t notice when the band played their last not of the final song before their encore. steve had stole the show.

it was quiet and dark now, but steve still conversed, “yeah, eddie had come up with the idea to form a band in middle school. ‘corroded coffin’ is the coolest band name i’ve ever heard a middle schooler come up with. gotta give it to him’’, steve joked. you were curiously annoyed as to how he knew so much about the guitarist, “oh, yeah?” you teased. you grinned at each other's banter. the conversation flowed nicely. you could both smell the liquor on each other's breath in the close proximity.

over steve’s shoulder you could see your friends striking up a conversation with the two girls steve was with and the servers. you felt less guilty of indulging in a bit of small talk with steve because your group was occupied themselves. you hated missing the show, but it wasn’t like you to really indulge in conversations with strangers. this was something new and rewarding for your spontaneous night out. the drinks from earlier had you feeling liberated too.

“seems that you know a lot about this guy..” you paused, steve waited to hear your every word. “so what are you then, steve? some kind of super fan? i wouldn't really pin you to be into this kind of music”. “what’s that supposed to mean?”, he lifted his brow at you. “maybe abba?’’ you giggled. steve threw his hands up in defense, ‘’ouch, you reading a book by his cover?’’ he paused. ‘’i love me some abba, though. not far off’’, he raised his glass to you.

you noticed in the dark light that steve was dressed in a light blue wash jean with a tight fitting short sleeve polo. the hem tucked into the waistband of his jeans and over his belt. he had on a plain colored tee-shirt underneath that you could see poking through his collar. a nice jean jacket sat on his shoulders. an expensive watch on his wrist. his hair was soaked in product and he smelled like a cologne you could get at a department store. you’d be kidding yourself if you didn’t admit that he was charming and smooth with his words. he had to be popular with the girls around town.

neither of you could see eddie watching the back of your heads from the side stage. he watched you chatting in the dark light. the lights from the bar slightly illuminating those standing around it. he was staring intently, but you both were ignorantly carrying on in your conversation. he saw you both laugh at a joke steve told. completely clueless to the glances eddie was dancing up and down your frame now that you were turned around and he was off stage.

eddie felt an envy bubble in his chest. he wanted to be the one talking to you, telling you jokes, making you laugh, learning about your interests and dislikes. steve had been pulling your concentration away from him as soon as he started conversing with you. he was growing to be overzealous.

the crowd chanted for one more song. he hesitated, suddenly nervous to go back out knowing you were anticipating him. earlier no matter how hard he had tried to focus on what was in front of him he would spot you over and over. between song transitions and rifts was the highest endeavor. eddie was glad the bar was near enough to the stage so he could observe you in his down time, but staying focused on the set was hard. soaking in your looks was easy.

when your back wasn’t turned to him he was careful with his glances, now he was greedy. eddie’s eyes drifted up and down your body immodestly. there was no harm if he looked when you weren’t paying attention. if you caught him, surely you would think he was a weirdo. wouldn’t you?

then eddie grabbed his guitar, walked onto the dark stage and started strumming a steady rhythm. he saw how steve was so close he could probably see each of your delicate features. eddie pulled his guitar tighter to his chest so he could play a heavy cadence. he couldn’t help himself when he hoped that you were impressed with him. feeling your eyes on him throughout the night made him more nervous than what he experienced backstage earlier. the lights flashed on. he felt your eyes on him again.

part of him thought you were just judging him throughout the night, but when he had winked at you and got your reaction his worries had been diminished. eddie wasn’t one to care about what people thought of him but your attention was burning. and god, was he deprived of attention for so long.

as soon as he saw you after the first song eddie wanted to put his moves on you. unsure if they would even work, but not stupid enough to let the chance pass him up. his brain was trying to rack ideas on how he would get off stage as fast as possible after the last song. just having a chance to talk to you was enough. hopefully steve would stall for him. or he could help him move his gear as fast as possible to his van, then he’d rush back inside and find you.

strumming his strings he kept his eyes on you and steve. curious of what you two were joking about or even had in common. he had faith that his best friend was putting a good word in with you. if he wasn’t they were surely going to be having a talk as soon as he got off stage. steve and eddie had been friends for long enough for him to know that you were a dream to him.

you were wearing a normal pair of black denim jeans, noticing that they had rips in them like his favorite pair of black jeans too. they hugged your thighs in all the right places. you looked comfortable sitting at the bar in your outfit, he liked that, but it probably wasn’t true. eddie knew from experience how sweaty leather could get. steve’s frame next to you made you look small. they were in the middle of the band’s encore. just two more minutes and he could at least say hello. you had shiny hair. when the fluorescent stage lights illuminated you, the shine gave you a halo.

eddie wasn’t one to pay attention to fashion, he just wore anything that looked cool and tough. he gathered that you were wearing black leather boots, they probably added a few inches to your height, he guessed. your jeans were cuffed and the shoe’s laces were tied in adorable loops. he continued admiring you from the stage as he worked his fingers to the rhythm.

wearing a low cut tight black long sleeve made your neck and collarbones shine. a leather black corset wrapped around your middle. matching your boots. the strings of the back of the garment were tied in a cute bow. the entire outfit was calculated, moody, and elegant. much too special for just a normal night out.

it was towards the end of november. the late fall season brought on a harsh winter. he thought your skimpy look was perfect for the evening but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be cold after you and your friends eventually left. you must’ve planned your wardrobe to match the aesthetic of the night's adventures instead of the practicality.

with the new information he conjured up in his head, eddie considered for a second that you had come to the hideout to see him and the guys play. why else would you have worn something so sinful to a place like this. to keep him from getting his hopes up he shook the thought out of his skull. throwing his head forwards and headbanging instead. with the motion he was quickly slipping on a chord that was always a little harder for him to play. bad timing. both you and steve tensed your shoulders at him.

when he caught your nervous eyes he played his next chord progression perfectly. you were smiling wildly at him. he smiled back at you with a toothy grin. flicking his tongue out of his mouth before curling it to touch his cupid's bow in focus. you stared in awe, still impressed regardless of his previous slip up. steve watched the rest of the finale with you. it was somewhat funny that steve believed he had gathered your attention in a such a short amount of time, but lost it just as quickly to the cute guitar-player.

as the song came to an end you watched each of the band members march off stage. now through with the performance. the drummer raised off of his seat and threw a drumstick into the front row where only a handful of fans had been standing. cheering from your seat, you watched eddie pass a wave to steve. then eddie paid a greeting to the two girls that were next to steve earlier, just now noticing that they had made their way closer to the stage for the last song.

steve jumped up and down hooping and hollering at eddie like he was an animal. eddie was dripping with sweat and his skin glistened in the spotlight. he laughed, throwing his head back while listening to steve be dramatic. when eddie looked back to his best friend he was childishly blowing steve a fake kiss before hastily walking backstage. steve snatched it out of the air and held it to his heart.

you laughed at the boy's antics, he had been throwing his hands up crazily. it made him looked even taller. when eddie was absent from your point of view steve spoke up. ‘’im his best friend actually. i'm here for support, if you couldn’t tell already.” steve smiled. “you’re his…? so, you know him.’’ your eyes grew wide, saying your last sentence as a statement instead of a question. “mhm, sure do. he’s a pain in my ass’’, he joked while taking another sip of his drink. giving you a knowing look when you turned away to blush.

you missed how steve scrutinized you with a suggestive gaze. you were too busy trying to get a hold of yourself. turning a bright red due to the self-consciousness of how you had been thirsting over eddie the entire night and spilling your confessions like a cold beverage to his best friend. sounds of the singer stepping to the microphone diverted your sudden panic. he announced that they were thankful for the crowd and people that came out tonight. his tone pouring over with happiness.

after his last few words, he too walked towards the back of the stage. following the previous movements of his bandmates. when the stage crew marched out to start taking gear apart you knew the show was really over.

you caught a glimpse of eddie rushing somewhere off stage. moving heavy boxes of what you suspected to be equipment with a real vigor. you wondered where he had to run off to so quickly, but you had only seen him perform. you knew nothing about eddie except what steve had told you. the only additional information you had gathered was by yourself. eddie was handsome, a hell of a performer, and he was extremely good with his hands. you turned to josh, your favorite bartender in the world, and asked to open another tab just to order one more drink.

he obliged though it was late into the night. you definitely needed the help from a fourth drink if you were gonna attempt talking to eddie. it was a desperate attempt considering you were unsure that eddie would even come out from backstage. the small crowd dissipated. you were tired but hoped that waiting just a second longer would grant the possibility of meeting the metalhead true. steve was still around somewhere. they probably waited around to say hi to each other after his shows. it wasn’t really jumping to conclusions. they were best friends after all. that was the kind of thing best friends did.

the night was approaching close to midnight. it had been a long day for you. your week had just started, and you were feeling pretty intoxicated. the few drinks in your system giving you a nice buzz. out of the corner of your eye you watched steve wrap up the last swig of his drink and place the empty glass on a soiled napkin. he turned his back to you, gave your friend his number, and started to say his goodbyes. as he was walking away from the bar you heard someone whisper loudly from the darkness of the curtains.

“psst! harrington! hey man!’’ the voice said. steve tensed up, ‘’yah, im coming, im coming…’’, that must’ve been a recurring thing for steve if he was so familiar with the voice.

steve marched back behind the stage. when he arrived in the darkness you could see him lean down and grab a few cases of equipment and move them to the backdoor with the rest of the stage crew and eddie. they worked quickly, lifting the heavy boxes with an easy haste. they must’ve had somewhere to be. turning your back to them and the stage, you decided you would have just this last drink and then head home with your group. there was no point to waiting around, if you were that desperate for his attention you could come back next week.

you heard the two voices start to argue back and forth. you couldn’t tell what the context of their conversation was but it was clear they were getting into it about something. the two girls next to you that were with steve earlier giggled as if the little argument the three of you were eavesdropping on was normal for them too. they seemed like they were best friends, you had overheard steve call one of the girls robin.

‘’just please, c’mon do this one thing for me”, the first voice whispered. the second voice grunted, ‘’i’ve already moved your shit into the alley man! you’re not gonna always have me around to just move stuff! couldn’t you hire someone for this?’’ that voice was more familiar, it was steve’s. the other voice laughed, “yeah, but i have you! why would i pay someone for this?!”

after the argument, a beat passed, the voices grew quieter. turning into hushed whispers. you closed out your tab and turned to your friends, letting them know that you would be taking a cab back home. you didn’t wanna burden one of them with the drive when they were still spending their night out. collecting your things, you talked to josh for the last time while he cleaned a few glasses at the counter. you made sure to mention that he would see you around.

“i’ll come back sometime, i promise”, you said. “really? was the service just that good?” he joked. you smiled at him. “suuure was..” you trailed off. you laid your palms flat on the top of the bar and pushed yourself backwards. leaning on your heels to keep your balance while you were procrastinating your absence. not really wanting to leave just yet.

you could at least catch steve, you thought, and say goodbye to him. the reality of that happening had already disappeared though, the girls he was with had already vanished. he was missing in action too. you sighed and spun around.

suddenly you got really hot, really fast. your space was invaded by a large man. your hands laid flat on the chest of the culprit to catch yourself. the stranger jumped back, your simple touch scorching him. there he stood, stuttering on his words. face red and burning.

eddie fucking munson.

the boy you once saw on stage was shoved into you. steve was behind him giggling. you watched eddie fumble his speach. apologizing over and over. his right hand had grabbed the small of your back to keep you upright so you wouldn’t fall. letting you go, you both stared at each other awkwardly. eddie was hesitant, making sure you were balanced before he gently gripped your hip to shift his own touch. it lingered under your clothed skin. you looked to him shyly, watching him wipe his sweaty palms on his jean clad thighs.

“im- im so sorry. i.. i didn’t mean to step on you”, eddie mumbled. you quickly replied, “no, im sorry. i should’ve been paying attention, really i’m sorry”. your statement was catering to his sudden fearful attitude with lots of reassurance. eddie apologized again before throwing his head back and letting out a gruff laugh, “i’m better with my hands than my feet, i swear”, he teased.

the two girls steve was with from earlier were in your bubble again. the slightly taller one almost spit out her drink. “steve! you totally shoved him into her, dingus!” she yelled while rubbing her chin free of her drink spilling down it. “im sorry! how was i supposed to know she was going to turn around!” steve cried. they bickered back and forth to each other while you watched. they seemed like an old married couple. both you and eddie observed them.

eddie spoke first, “that’s robin, i call her rob. her and steve constantly buck heads”. while he was discussing it steve and robin seemed to heat up in their fit. pointing at the other girl that was trying to break up the fight, he said, “that’s nancy.” he paused, laughing at how they argued with each other and nancy tried being their middle man. “aren’t they just the best?” eddie smiled while steve and robin grunted about an entirely new subject. nancy was begging them to cut it out. you could hear robin nagging him about how it’s rude to push people. “i wouldn’t trade them for the world”, eddie declared.

you turned your head to the man speaking with you. eyes widening at the appearance of seeing him so closely. he had yet to turn his body towards you but it didn’t matter, his side profile was gorgeous. once so confident on stage but now seemingly nervous to face you and talk. you listened to him take a deep breath. slow and calculated. though he couldn’t find it in himself to find the right words his body stayed close. almost as close as he had been when accidentally bumping you.

remaining at your side he only turned to bend over the bar, not sit. the gesture was smooth. he was more relaxed when he settled down, like the presence of you being close made him feel less isolated.

waiting for you to continue the conversation, he watched your eyes study him out of the corner of his. this was the first time you had really seen him. your throat closed up. you wanted to be classy. say something flirty and sweet. just to let him know you were interested, but it slipped away you didn’t know how to converse. compared to your meek voice his tone was a deep timbre and soft. chills ran up your spine. goosebumps littered your arms.

he was a teenage girl's wet dream.

you shamelessly watched him.. your sights staring at his sharp brow bone first, working down to his boots, and back up. he had star power. could easily be placed in the background of the cover of rolling stone magazine.

his hair was teased and wild in all the right ways. his expressions very telling while his eyes held secrets. his stupid sleeveless band shirt was almost too tight for his figure.

you would never admit it because of your coyness but he was divine. so easy on the eyes that you could look at him for hours, memorizing every layer of his physical appearance over and over, and over… and… over.. an–

completely unaware you were spacing out, your eyes were stuck on the waistline of his low cut jeans. he stood up straight to face you. he was tall, and lanky. his waist was small and feminine, gentle with his sways as he moved. his chest was a polarizing opposite. holding his strong arms against it in a cross, he was guarding his ribs where his rough exterior rested but more importantly his heart.

eddie cleared his throat when your eyes soaked in the bulge hugging jeans for a little longer than he was comfortable with. he put his hands on his hips, pulling back his jacket backwards so you could see his belt line with the motion. he stared dancing one of his fingers below his waistband. eddie huffed a choked breath. the slight movements of his large hands brought a little consciousness back to you.

“not nice to stare”, he croaked in dominance. a devilish look dancing all over his face. “like something you see?” he said with not a hint of confidence. terrified he was pushing to harshly. your jaw opened, rushing to say anything of importance. eddie let out a deep chuckle, he was laughing at you. “no.. i wasn’t– i.. im sorry”, you admitted in shame. “i just really like the look.. that’s all”, you whispered.

your words flattered him. his smirk was kind but his eyelids were heavy. tired from this performance definitely. his lashes were sheltering all of the confessions his irises held and hiding his blushing cheeks just as easy under his curls. with the development in conversation, you realized he was almost as nervous as you. you spoke next,

“so those are your friends… and you’re eddie?” you questioned him while sitting back in your seat, silently inviting him to sit with you. already comfortably close to him, you wanted to build this bridge. you followed his lead and leaned closer into his space. making the distance between your breaths hollow. his eyes met yours, he was grateful you were so inviting, the closeness made his heart speed up. livewire. he had just been revived with a jolt of electricity. “yeah.. yea that’s me.. where are my manners?’’ he paused like he was questioning himself with what to say next. he cleared his throat, ‘im eddie”, he whispered. “it’s nice to meet you”.

you looked at him with curiosity, wondering why he had such a hard time answering the question as if he could’ve forgotten his name. he put his elbows on the bar and leaned down to smile at you. his jaw was sharp and pointed, but seemed gentle enough. he had pretty features.

you studied him closely and unashamedly in the dark bar lighting. you watched eddie redden before he was looking away from you and to the bartender. he threw up a number two, asking for his regular, you supposed. josh passed him two beers. one with the cap popped and the other still sealed. it was cool that he had a usual at a bar, that was something you had only seen in the movies.

fuck, even him asking for a beer was hot as shit. he was effortlessly good-looking when doing normal things. his face returned back to his gentle resting expression you saw on stage after he got his drinks. it was a welcomed substitution for his previously nervous look. you smiled sweetly at him and asked josh for an ice water to cool you down. he rolled his eyes at you playfully, you shrugged him off. ignoring the fact that you just told him you’d be leaving.

eddie was still upset steve took a rude tone with him backstage, bitching about how he didn’t want to always be the one moving his heavy gear. so the beers were a good way to take the edge off.

when steve threw eddie into you, eddie thought steve had really fucked everything up for him. he was supposed to help him win you over not make a bad first impression. it wasn’t a good excuse for him just to tell you he was bad on his feet, he should’ve been more apologetic before. for some reason, looking at you now melted his anxieties away. this could work. he could work with this.

the forceful greeting wasn’t really what eddie had in mind when he asked steve to wingman for him but somehow that bastard did a good job. he was truly indebted to his best friend.

still eddie couldn’t help it when he found himself over analyzing your body language. worried that you were disheveled by the accident. he couldn't let that slip up stop him from working his charm. his pupils dilated in the soft light trying to read you. you were both leaned on your elbows now. you held your chin in your palms, eddie had his arms crossed and low on the counter. his angle allowed him to look slightly up at you.

in the unspoken tension of new introductions. you let your guard down, the walls softening. he lifted his beer and silently asked to cheer. you obliged.

after a few breaths passed, you told him your name. eddie smiled, “well geez. of course a cute thing like you has a darling name”. he repeated it back to you, the syllables rolling off his tongue smoothly. ‘’thank you, haha, i got it for my birthday.’’ you joked. eddie smiled stupidly.

his laugh was a melody of sweet vibrations. the sound rumbling inside of his chest before it escaped his soft lips. you loved the ring it had, the reverberations almost as sweet as his performance had been. you were rushing to say something to make him produce the sound again. eddie took a swig of his beer, and you followed his movements.

taking a drink of your own. eddie watched your tongue play with the thin black straw of your water. he let himself stare at your provocative move, and you did the same when you saw his hand tense around his beer bottle. silently observing his large fingers that gripped the bottle tightly. the tendons in his wrist underneath a chain bracelet flexing hard.

the digits were dressed in shiny, silver biker rings. some of them were more worn than others. in the moody lighting you thought you saw dry blood on one of them. you wondered, this guy hurting someone? he looked tough but there was absolutely no way. especially with how he was respecting your space at the tiny bar.

eddie was close enough to give you goosebumps but he left a good foot between the two of you just in case you weren’t interested in him. god, how you hoped he’d be interested in you after tonight.

“i take it that you liked the show?” eddie checked with you to make sure his suspicions were correct. “mhmm it was.. something.. you put on a great performance..” you confessed. he fully beamed at you, “you really think so?” he questioned, nervous that you weren't being fully honest. “yea.. it was fun, really. i can tell you liked being up there”, you smiled.

then the bartender was walking over to the two of you to check in, eddie waved him off after sharing some short words. the extra seconds he was occupied granted you the time to get distracted by him all over again. when you smelled his body spray you were helpless. he smelled like old smokes and sweet vanilla. the black jacket he wasn’t wearing before held his musky scent. it was slightly earthy. the garment sat on his big shoulders over his old, tight, band tee.

it was made from nice leather and must’ve been expensive. his hair was a mess, curls pointing out every which way and slightly sweaty from the stage lights. with his hips leaned into the bar and him bent at the waist like that you could tell he was taller than you. it seemed like there was cotton between your ears, when he spoke again.

‘’so, what brings you to this small little bar in this beat down town?’’ his tone was genuine. you could tell he was excited to hear your answer. “my friends dragged me out tonight, i'm quite happy they did honestly”, you teased.

this was different from when you both had been watching eachother from the stage. eddie leaned closer, testing that you wouldn’t run away from him. you stayed put, not sacred of his forwardness. as he leaned in he caught wind of your perfume. it must’ve been much more expensive than anything he owned. he really liked the floral scent. inching closer he noticed you wore light makeup, but he couldn’t tell if the blush that danced on your cheeks was faux or his doing. he prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that he was to blame for the pink color on your cheekbones and he wasn’t just imagining this.

“is that so?” you watched as his eyes briefly glanced down with his words. the neckline of your low cut shirt was seriously taunting him. staring for a little to long. he gulped.

catching his eyes wandering, you crossed your forearms over your chest in teasing defense. he couldn’t help himself. eddie was a hormonal male after all, no better than the next guy, and you were a damn vixen. he stiffened after you caught him, nervous that he was overstepping. standing up straighter eddie cleared his throat and went to speak again.

“i uhm.. like your necklace.” he tried playing off his stares. you raised your brow at him then looked down. “pretty sure im not wearing any jewelry”, you both laughed at the sudden tension, cutting through it with your humor. eddie was relieved. ”uh. yeah.. so you liked it then?” forgetting that he had already asked you what you thought of his show. you smiled sweetly while his expression grew to be jittery again. he was looking for any sort of exit out of this situation now.

“muson!” a voice yelled from the front of the bar. that was his cue. steve had a rope wrapped around eddie and was pulling him out of the situation he was currently in. steve was at the entrance of the bar, yelling to get his best friend's attention. “are you staying or are we headed to mine!?” you heard him shout. “give me a second man!” eddie’s voice boomed throughout the bar, his volume scared you.

eddie threw a hand into the air, slightly dismissing his buddy. he was only trying to play the demand as nonchalant. hopefully you thought that attitude was cool. “alright man! meet me out front!” steve shouted at his wave.

with that, you felt it was time for you to wrap up the night. you’re eyes softened as you caught eddie looking at you, he was waiting for you to say something to get the conversation going again. cursing his gross boy genes for making things awkward.

then you saved him from the pull of steves demands and his self deprecating thoughts. you were offering him more small talk, not because you felt he deserved it, but because you wanted to know what the night had to offer. there were two choices you could make. you could leave the bar now and make it back home in a reasonable time or take this path of learning more about this stranger. the latter seemed more promising.

“so, eddie munson.. are you here often?” you offered to take the lead. “i am”, he answered. “i play here almost every week. trying to make it big i guess..?” eddie trailed off. “i finally have the time to really work on it”. he watched your eyes sparkle at his confession, “that’s really cool. i admire your work ethic... i don’t think i've finished a project in years”. you admitted, sharing a piece of your life with him too. he grinned softly, “that’s okay, this stuff can be tough. i understand..“

eddie slowed his speech and raised off of the bar. his fingers drummed a rhythm on the counter. distracting himself from the lingering goodbye. hard metal rings tapping on the surface.

“can i expect to see you around here more often, maybe next week?” he choked out those words, those conversation ending words. he held his head low wishing he hadn’t, but eddie didn't know where to go from here. “we could continue this conversation then? i don’t really wanna keep you late if you were thinking of splitting, you know?”

you smiled, “i.. yeah..” you paused, begging yourself to say something other than that you were just leaving. “i was thinking i’d head out… unless.. a-re you staying..?” you trailed, unsure of your own words. you tried to recover with a subtle flirt, “you’ll see me around, sure. if cute guys like you and your friend are frequent customers i wouldn’t mind”, you tried teasing but his face fell flat, only acknowledging that you said he would see you around and not that you called him cute.

eddie nodded at you, “you’re kidding, you would really come back next week?” he quizzed you. your eyes grew wide, “you’re actually here every week?” you asked to make more small talk. holding onto every word like a rope you just couldn’t let slip out of your hands. “sure am. we kinda have to get started somewhere”, he answered.

giving it his best shot, he tried being smooth with you. slowly coaxing you, trying desperately to win you over and convince you to come back next week. “you know, if you come next week i could.. maybe get you in early with my friends? if that’s something you’d like. no pressure of course.”

your face lit up. small talk was good. this was doable. things were going better than expected, “really? you’d want to give me a ticket?” you smiled, he smiled back just as wide. “ooh don’t get too excited, sweetheart. it’s not really giving you a ticket, it's more like… letting you in through the back”, eddie joked.

you were flushed a bright pink color. the nickname he had used ringing brightly in your ears. sweetheart. sweetheart. sweetheart. eddie leaned into you, you danced with his rhythm, you leaned into eddie. dizzy in each other's presence. the rope you were holding you didn't slip from your hands. instead it was caught and pulled tight with tension. the other end being held in the hands of the man before you.

you stared at each other silently, grinning stupidly. then he whispered, “ahh fuck—“, a beat passed. “harrington can wait can’t he?” you nodded slightly at his words, agreeing timidly. the smile he flashed you after your little gesture making your tummy turn.

you shivered, his secretive tone he held with you leaving chills. the promise of a developing friendship between the small space you shared. cozy and confined. nervous and new. “would you let me buy you a drink or something?” he pleaded. he looked at you with a soft expression. letting you know you were free to go at any moment.

you smiled, already well past your limit. then a sigh brushed your lips just as easily as his begs for you to stay had. “okay, eddie, but just one”, trying to say his name as lovingly as he said your new title. calling you by a nickname was brave for him, it had just slipped out but you didn’t seem to hate it. your acceptance of him confidently renaming you coming out of your playful tone.

eddie blushed. he loved how you had danced his name off your tongue in a sweet cadence. he stuttered, “yea— yeah of course..just one”. he put up his hand to flag down the bartender. smilinging wildly while putting in your order. sounding a lot less classy than when you had asked for one yourself. “could you get me one of those little girly drinks, whatever she was sipping on while i was rocking on stage would be fine”, he smirked.

the server you had come to know, laughed at his carelessness. rolling his eyes at you, josh turned to get started on drinks. you two started on a budding journey.

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after sharing a night of more whispered words and conversations. the beverages were running low. six more beers for him, the drink he promised you, and another ice water. you were five drinks deep and you could really feel the affect it was starting to have on you. the glasses were all dry, or half full, you would say. eddie would argue that they were half empty, in fact it’s what you both had been discussing for ten minutes now,

“sweetheart, it’s half empty! i drank half of it so now it’s half empty, the other half is gone so it’s empty, half empty”, eddie joked with you. repeating himself because of the beer in his system. you argued back, “but you don’t count the air in the glass or the missing liquid, it doesn’t matter where it went.. it remains half full!” both of you giggled. choosing to ignore the actual intelligence of the proverbial phrase.

the question was normally used to determine another individuals worldview, but you didn’t have to hear his answer to know he was a pessimist. over the conversation you’d come to know he was delt a bad hand in life. it was unfortunate the circumstances he lived under, and after he had skimmed the surface of what his life was like, you were surprised he was so kind and giving towards you and his friends.

the server walked over to the bar and moved your half full, half empty, half whatever glasses into the sink. you two were his last customers. josh told both of you to wrap it up and head out, telling you that you needed to be safe if you were still thinking about taking a cab back home. the hideout wasn’t really in the best part of hawkins, so he worried about you and many of his other female customers.

“thank you, josh. you’ve been too kind to me.” both you and eddie stood up from the stools at the bar, eddie asked the server to keep his tab open till next week, but he left a ten dollar bill on the counter as a tip. you waved bye to the bartender as eddie walked you out of the small space. “of course, come back and see us now, seriously!” he yelled his last statement as you and eddie neared the back exit. eddie’s hand already pushing against the door to push it open.

eddie allowed you to step out into the alleyway behind the building first. the cold winter air biting your skin and leaving bumps. you shivered while noticing the environment was secluded and safe. a chain link fence surrounded a parking lot that housed a few cars. the gate they had come through earlier now closed. it was illuminated by a single street lamp where only four cars parked. there was a black bmw that definitely belonged to a silver spooned somebody, two older used cars, and eddie’s van.

he had described it to you vaguely over drinks, and seeing it really put it into perspective. the vehicle was an old thing, been his since highschool. eddie treasured it and all the memories he had made since owning it. the space in the back was a huge edition too. he could load all of his gear easily. you later found out that he hopped off the stage in a rush because he had to load his gear with steve quickly.

they were only in a hurry because two weeks before when they let the show go on for to long, the bar charged them for being past curfew. eddie wouldn’t admit it either but he had also rushed for you. being past their call time meant they had to take money out of their own pocket to pay the staff overtime. it was just two workers but eddie hated keeping them at their jobs late in the night and into the am.

eddie smiled at you as he walked around your figure. you were holding your arms against yourself to keep warm. the heavy door had slammed shut behind him. he pointed at the door, “his name is josh? how come i never figured that out”, he mumbled. you snickered, the bartender was right, people didn’t pay him attention like you had. it was a real bummer, he was a nice guy.

eddie leaned into your side, bumping your ditzy body with his own tipsy frame. “what? what's so funny?” his body was like a furnace, instantly heating you up. he faced you, walking closer and closer. his breath fanning hot waves onto your cheek. you playfully pushed you open palm on his shoulder, he should’ve swayed off to your side and laughed about the gesture like old friends do,

but eddie wasn’t an old friend. he pushed forward.

his warmth engulfed you and relieved you of the cold. having you in his presence for so long, was euphoric. his hot body was like a space heater and you were jealous of his leather jacket that was keeping him warm. his intrusion was uninvited but you were thankful for it. he was so close his curls tickled your cheeks. you looked up at him with a pink nose and he noticed your red ears.

as he moved into you, your gentle palm slipped down to his chest. he grabbed your hand, not hesitating for a second, the bubbly beer from earlier making him brave. he didn’t want the feeling to go away. his strong fingers wrapped around your small ones. he walked forwards, you took a step backwards. it happened again, then again, until eddie was suddenly lifting his arm and pressing his palm on the back of your head.

he realized that he was moving to cage you between himself and the wall of the venue. he didn’t want you to bump your head. when his knuckles felt the cold cement of the wall, he moved his hand, granting you the ability to stand flush against the wall for him. he placed the now free hand next to the shell of your ear. his other hand that was holding your sweet fingers to his chest squeezed your fingers. you squeezed back. the rope that you had both been pulling tightly back and forth the entire night, snapped.

eddie stared into your eyes deeply, wondering if you could feel his heart speeding up under your palm. his eyes were hooded, but open enough to trace your features with his dark gaze. his intimacy of the distance caused his tone to be quieter than you’ve heard the entire night.

“you should come back next week. or just come back and see me soon..”, he wasn’t questioning, he was demanding. his expression was flat like he was depending on you to agree with him. you turned your head to the side to avoid his pointed glare. when you faced away from him he notice your cheeks were a deep maroon. it could’ve just been the cold, he chopped it up to. he withdrew his body from you slightly. the new space allowing you face him without being overwhelmed with his closeness, “..i.. i will, i’ll come s’you next week, promise”, you whispered back.

eddie loved that hushed tone falling from your mouth. he couldn’t help but look down at your lips in a quick glance. you didn’t catch it because of how the liquor weighed your eyelids down. he let go of your hand and pulled away, smiling stupidly while taking a few steps back. he ripped his jacket from his frame and put it on your shoulders.

you were so hot. the leather was preheated from his own body, warmed your own. but the affection of the position he had just had you in warmed the inside of your chest. now the look of him in his tight, sleeveless tee shirt was melting you. his muscles would tense when the cold air brushed his exposed skin. you reached out to brush his arms.

“eddie, you’re gonna get a cold”, he just giggled at you. “oh and you’re not? i’ll be fine”, he assured. he grabbed the cuff of his sleeve that protected your wrist and pulled you forward. he reached into his pocket of the jacket you were wearing. he was a little to giddy that he could just grab the material and drag you anyway that he wanted.

you watched him reaching deep to grab something. you felt his hand brush your hip between the material. when the item he had tried to retrieve wasn’t where he left it, his eyes got wide, “i.. i forgot something”. eddie sighed, “give me just a second, sweetheart. wait right here, kay?” eddie rushed his words out, before you could even answer him, or turn a bright pink because of the cute nickname, he was running back into the bar. “m’kay”, you said to no one.

with eddie absent you stood still, playing with your hands nervously, trying to comprehend how eddie had been your impromptu date for tonight. did he see you as his date too? before you could get caught up in that baggage you needed to unpack later, steve suddenly turned the corner of the building walking by the chain fence. when he spotted you he perked up. he opened the gate to the back.

“hey! you’ve seen ed’s anywhere?” he was supposed to come to mines earlier and he still hasn’t come out to the front”, steve asked you, but he didn’t really need a confirmation. you were wearing eddie’s jacket, he just wanted to know where he ran off to. “yeah.. yeah, he went inside for a second.. said he forgot s’mthin”, you replied pointing at the door with your thumb.

is that why eddie had taken you out to the back door instead of the front? did he want to be alone with you before saying goodbye? or was it just the convenience of his van being parked in the back? he probably was feeling tired himself and wanted to leave, but he was also drunk, he couldn’t drive himself home like that.

steve’s extrovertedness didn’t allow you to ponder on the thought. he continued talking with you while you shoved it all down, just more baggage to unpack later. if you even remembered. you looked at him with sleepy eyes while he talked, he grinned at you and said,

“how many drinks did eddie buy you??” steve laughed. you mumbled, “that guy is too damn charming..”, ignoring his question but answering as to why you let him talk you into more. “i have that problem too. munson makes it hard to say no”, he reasoned.

speaking his name seemed to summon him. on cue eddie was slowly opening the back door again. he must’ve been trying to be extra careful not to scare you. he slowly stepped back out into the gravel covered parking lot. his eyes met steve’s first, but then he looked to you. eddie seemed to be sending you an apologetic look, silently apologizing he left you alone in the night in the alley behind the bar.

“i went to grab my smokes outta my pocket.. and realized i forgot my zippo on the counter. m’sorry.” eddie express regret. you reassured him, “that’s fine, steve showed up right after you went inside”. “course he did”, eddie snarked.

steve chuckled at the two of you talking like he wasn’t there. he watched eddie move closer into your side, he was clearly interrupting something. steve reached into his front pocket of his jeans. when he retrieved his hands he held a pair of keys. for a second he spun them on his finger before walking towards the only expensive car in the little lot. a shinny bmw.

of course it was his.

“you’re still coming to mine, ed’s? nance and robin already headed over, they were sick of waiting on you out front, it’s to cold”, steve said. eddie grumbled, “yeah, yeah. you’re driving though. i’ve had one too many tonight, we can leave my van here”, eddie replied. steve walked towards his car, “okay well, i’m heating up my car, you figure out what you two are doing and let me know”.

with that last sentence steve popped opened the door and leaned down to get into the drivers side. you listened to the engine roar to life and the steadily rumble. exhaust pulling out of his car while warmth surely filled the interior. both you and eddie were alone again.

he shifted against you awkwardly crowding you space to stay warm himself. he was walking back in front of you like before, so he could still talk with you face to face. this time there was an obvious distance between you. he pulled out a pack of camels from his jeans pocket and opened the cardboard package. you noticed there were only seven tobacco sticks left.

observing him was a pleasure. you watched as he pulled one out and placed it between his plush lips. his big hands played with his small lighter he had retrieved and flipped the cap. he played with the flint trying to spark it. he felt your eyes on him, and when he tested his suspensions by looking up at you, he was right. you were staring.

“you mind if i smoke?” he asked between his pinched lips. you shook your head no. “ahh sweet, was worried for a second”. you walked closer. eddie used the reachable distance to his advantage, grabbing his jacket pocket and pulling you forward. he was placing his carton in the pouch. the proximity you both were now in

familiar to earlier when you had first walked out of the bar.

his hand that held his lighter played with his jacket cuff. his hand was warm and adventurous, dancing his own fingers on yours. his lighter was in the way of you both fully connecting, so eddie allowed you to grab the lighter from his hand. “here, let me”, you said. twisting the zippo out of his grip. eddie put both of his clenched fist at his side. he didn’t really let people just touch his lucky lighter, not even steve, but for you he obeyed. he had panicked a little bit when he noticed it wasn’t on his person.

he watched you spark the flame and lift it to his lips. he leaned down to your cupped hands that guarded the flame from his huffy breathes. he looked at you as he sucked in the tip of the fire through his cigarette. your eyes and cheeks were glowing with the soft orange light. he noticed how your stare was on his occupied mouth in focus. making sure you were doing a good job for him.

when eddie’s smoke had a bright red cherry on the end you killed the flame with the lid. it snapped shut, but even the sharp sound couldn’t pull you away from the moment. you both were watching the other. the man in front of you raised one of his hands to pinch the cig, he grabbed the end and inhaled deeply. still holding his lighter you played with the cap to calm your nerves. puffing out a big cloud of smoke, eddie laid it over the two of you in a heavy exhale. when the smoke was slightly cleared you had moved closer. you reached into eddie’s jean pocket placing the lighter there.

the sudden closeness of your hands near his belt line made him jump, but he didn’t dare let his body reveal how nervous you made him. “wh–what are you.. doing?” he asked. you noticed during your sudden invasion that his hand that held his lit cigarette pulled away from you. he was careful not to flick any ash on you. his abdomend tensed up. trying so desperately not to think about your hands lingering in other places. he was too intoxicated to slip up now, he wanted to be a gentleman. show you he wasn’t just interested in you physically, but emotionally. he wanted to be your friend. your touch snapped him out of his daze as you gently patted his pocket with a tender palm. “there”.

when you looked at him your pupils were dilated, as was his. you tried moving back slightly but eddie held onto his jacket, making sure you couldn’t leave him. he needed you close, not only for warmth but because he liked you like this. you were so pretty while being dazed and sleepy. he needed to protect you, keep you safe so no one could harm you while you felt so euphoric. he couldn’t let you move an inch away. it was selfish of him to want this side of you reserved for only him. he had just met you tonight.

eddie felt crazy.

your delicate words danced on your tongue as you spoke in the silence. you whispered while your fingers retrieved his pack of smokes out of the coats pocket. “you know you.. could just..”, eddie watched you open his pack. you once again reached into his jeans front pocket. this time you moved slower, and more purposefully. eddie hissed. “your hands are so cold when you do that”, he whispered back. blaming the temperature on the twitch you felt in his pants.

once again, the lighter was in your hand. you placed it inside the box, sheltering it from the outside world and giving it a new and convenient home. “so that way, you always have it”. you cheerfully said. eddie’s gaze widened at you, as if you were the smartest person he had ever met, and he was gonna vocalize that thought, “that’s really smart.. now maybe i won't misplace the damn thing all the time”. he joked, you laughed.

when the soft sound of happiness died between the two of you there was a curtain of goodbyes falling over both of you. you didn’t want it to end but it was so late into the night. eddie grabbed your wrist again and moved you closer into him making sure you were warm and safe from the cold november air, it was redundant considering he let you borrow his jacket. you nuzzled into his chest, the drinks making you overly clingy and cuddly.

but all good things must come to an end. you couldn’t be wrapped up in the feeling of his warmth for long. a black car pulled up to the chain link fence that was barely guarding the alleyway where the cars that parked behind the hideout stayed. eddie huffed.

he started walking you over to open the gate to the fence, he and steve would leave after your departure so they needed the room to get his car though. you watched as he pulled the fence open, it made a pointed creaking sound. gravel against metal. you stood still, confused on who was in the mysterious car.

“called you a cab on the payphone when i went inside to find my lighter”, he paused. “i– i hope.. that's not me overstepping or anything, just wanted to make sure you got home safe, t’has all”. eddie smiled at you when your eyes sparkled. “no.. that’s fine. thank you eddie… i would’ve forgot”, you showed appreciation.

eddie grabbed your hand as he led you to the side of the car. he opened the door for you. extending his right arm out to make sure you had something to grab onto if you lost your balance while you leaned down. meanwhile his left hand grabbed the top of the car, the part that you could easily bump your head on in your intoxicated state, and he was glad he did. your temple brushed against his knuckle softly, whereas if he hadn’t placed his hand there you would’ve forsure been tending to a bruise in addition to your hangover tomorrow morning. when you swung both of your legs into the cab eddie moved around to lean into the space.

“now listen, sweetheart.” eddie tipped his body forward in the back passenger seat. he pulled the collar of his coat towards himself to pop the collar and get your concentration on him. his grip pulling the nape of your neck forward. when you faced him he smiled a dopey grin, the beers he had drank were hitting him hard but the man was drunk on your attention. “you’re gonna tell the nice cab driver your address… you're gonna get home, drink some water, and then go to bed, m’kay?”

your eyes smiled, “mhhmm. m'kay, eddie”, you said. he continued his rules, “then you’re gonna come see me next week, yeah? you promised, sweetheart.. and i gotta get my jacket back somehow…” you bobbed your head at him. “atta girl”, the praise he supplied you was almost a groan, it came from somewhere deep inside him.

then he was shutting the door, his sudden absence made you feel cold, but his jacket swallowing your frame was like a blanket. it kept you company and still smelled like him. you told the driver your address and hummed as he repeated it back to you. he put the car in drive and pulled out of the large alley. you watched a pair of headlights beam behind you. It must've been steve and eddie.

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as you pulled into the familiar environment of your home you reached into your jean pocket to grab your house keys. hopping out of the car was a task but you managed to keep yourself upright. you walked inside of your apartment after unlocking your door haphazardly. the demands eddie had asked of you still ringing in your head.

first you moved to the small kitchen to grab a glass of water. you drank an entire cup before refilling it and then making your way to your bedroom hallway. in the dark hall was a guest bathroom that had a cabinet in the mirror. you walked in, opened the cabinet and grabbed two painkillers. eddie hadn’t reminded you to do so but your body was on autopilot, making sure you wouldn’t ache by tomorrow morning. it was a weekday, you still had to go to work.

your throat burned as you swallowed them down with your water. you wondered if eddie was having the same issues you were and if he was as sluggish. he seemed to handle his liquor better than you had. six beers didn’t seem to do anything other than make him more confident.

after your medical pit stop in the bathroom, you pushed the door to your bedroom open. the back of your heels dragging as you tried to move hastily to fall into bed. you clicked on your bedside lamp and started to pull the layers of clothes off of yourself.

when you reached into eddie’s big jacket pocket to pull the protective layer off, the tips of your fingernails brushed against a piece of paper. it was a ticket for eddie’s next show marked for tuesday of next week. you had no idea how he had gotten it in there, considering it wasn’t there before. you smiled and dived back into the compartment to investigate further. there was a bundled up napkin. you unraveled it to see if there was a message scribed onto it, sure enough there was.

“just in case you forget after tomorrow's headache, you promised you’d come see me. i stole a ticket from the box office when i went inside to call you a cab, hope to see you soon, sweetheart. xx. eddie.”

“p.s. need my jacket back.”

you threw his coat on the ground next to your bed. it fell with a big thud. you turned to lay the ticket and note next to your water so you would be sure to see it in the morning. after stripping your other restricted clothes off, you climbed under the warm covers. you didn’t fight your brain as you let the thoughts and feelings you couldn’t blame on the liquor bubbling in your chest rest just like your heavy eyes. you fell into a deep slumber.

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omgpoindexter · 5 months

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any nurseydex fics on ur mind lately? I find myself thinking about them more lately but seem to have read everything for them!

to be honest i’ve not been reading too many new fics lately, i’ve mainly been writing. hopefully some of my own fics will be out there and on your mind early next year!

but here’s some from the amazing folks on this here site that stay on my mind. most of them aren’t new, i’m not very good at keeping up to date, but hopefully there’s something new for you here that you’ll love!

under the cut because this got long <3

a comprehensive guide to not talking about it by @alocalband

Nursey tried to kiss him.

Derek Nurse tried to kiss him.

The more Dex thinks about it, the more absolutely ridiculous it sounds.

one of my favourite fics of all time. just perfect. read anything by them actually, they’re all brilliant! this one though, i revisit it so often i could recite it by now.

to be alone with you also by alocalband

Will and Derek spend their junior year learning how to live together, learning how to be friends, and, eventually, figuring out that they'd like to be more.

im not going to list all of their fics (even though i could) but this one needs listing. always on my mind.

marie, hold on tight (and down we went) by @petedavidsonscock

Nursey says, “I’m melancholic as fuck right now, bros.”

Chowder opens his mouth to prompt him to continue, but Dex elbows him and mutters, “Don’t encourage him.”

short but so, so sweet. they’re best friends!!! also poor chowder. his endless over it-ness is one of my favourite nurseydex tropes

counting stars (what we could be) also by petedavidsonscock

Nursey has spent the last four years pretending to believe in astrology to annoy Dex. But with graduation coming up, the bit has to come to an end. Luckily, Dex is probably going to take the news in a really chill, normal, casual way.

this made me laugh out loud. nursey would totally do this and it would absolutely play out in this exact way. hilarious

in front of the same bathroom mirror by @geniusorinsanity

It's not surprising that sharing a room changes things, but neither of them expect the most important conversations in their strange, awkward friendship to happen in their shared bathroom.

(Or: five conversations Dex and Nursey have in a shared bathroom, and one in bed.)

UGH! just something about nursey and dex learning to live alongside each other and talking about the important things and being BEST FRIENDS. and kissing. obviously. this is another fic i reread every month or so

too much (extra) by @denois / @sexydexynurse

Dex nodded, not moving his gaze from the path in front of them. "Well, if there's anything I can do to help, I've got your back."

Snorting, Nursey's mouth let out the first words he thought without his permission. "Not much you can do unless you're going to date me."

i was smiling all the way through this and so i think more people need to read it. it’s super cute. dex wooing nursey is honestly one of my fave things because he deserves it!!!!

kiss my chapped lips and call me yours by @omgdexnursey

Dex prefers things that are easy, simple, and straightforward.

Nursey is none of those things.

angst warning, but also CUTE WARNING. this is a really sweet story. because nursey is SO MUCH and dex doesn’t get it until he does. but them learning to take care of each other and being soft… i need a minute

i’m sinking fast (it’s alright)

Dex blinks up at the ceiling a few times, trying to reckon with himself and the constant loop of what are we doing what are we doing what are we doing spinning through his dehydrated brain.

When he turns his head, Nursey's already dozing off. Dex sighs, gazing back up at the ceiling, puzzled by the warm press of Nursey’s leg against his, the very insistence of them sharing a bed.

Friends don’t do this, he thinks.

the character development in this is just. i love it. the journey through the seasons, the passage of time… gorgeous

i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm by @jennybeantime

It's senior year and No, Dex is Not attracted to Nursey and No, he is Not going to do anything about it.

use a taylor song as your fic title and you’ve got me. obsessed with how soppy and cute this story is. obsessed with dex having absolutely zero self control. obsessed!!!!

can’t hide from you like i hide from myself by @andtimestoodstill

In which Dex has only applied to jobs in cities that Nursey has applied to grad schools in. They are Not Together.

oh gosh, their banter and interactions in this are so charming, chowder and the others included. even the arguing (there’s arguing!! angst warning!!!). i really enjoyed this, i never read much later fic but this is a great example. adorable

#edit added another good’un!#i hope at least one of these is new for you!!!!!#i need to get better at reading recent nurseydex fics i always just go back to my old faithfuls #new years resolution read more !#nurseydex #answers #anon #omgcp #fic rec

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macsimagines · 10 months

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Hiii! You're amazing bro!❤️❤️❤️I really enjoy your work! Remember to take care and don't overwork yourself!

Anyway, I've seen so many oblivious and clueless darling. So can we have a high IQ darling for a change? A darling that know what's up and how to avoid Yan Draken, Yan Mitsuya, Yan Izana.

(I was hoping I'd get this trope soon. -Ms.Mac)

Yandere!Draken

Ok so he can't do this romantically, that's fine. He'll be upfront with you.

Ya he's crazy about you. But he can change his approach. He's going to be where he knows you can't avoid him. Work, university even home.

He understands that you're wary of him and the way he feels but he can wear you down eventually.

You're gonna need him soon. Tokyo is dangerous and whether you like it or not he's gonna protect you.

Yandere!Mitsuya

Gaslight king over here. He knows he has a good rep so when he tells people how coldly you're treating him no one believes or takes your side.

He's got a hoard of loyal girls at the school that look up to him, and they've got it out for you now. You can't make or keep any friends now.

And as far as out of school goes? You got a whole second division that wants you dead. They won't touch you of course their captain made sure they know you're off limits.

Eventually the isolation and intimidation of others will put you right into his arms. He forgives you sweet heart, just don't fight his love anymore.

Yandere!Izana

Oh how cute, you think you're smart! And you might be a little bit intelligent sweetheart but you should know better than to think you've got a choice in this.

You're trying to avoid him? That's fine, he'll have his men go and get you and bring you to him. You can't possibly hide from his whole gang.

And if you still try to fight, and tell him you're not interested? Well that's just soooo funny because your compliance wasn't ever a factor.

Izana punishes you. Smacks you around a bit, and tells you if you're not gonna love him like he wants he's just going to let everyone else have you instead. He doesn't mean it of course, he'd rather die than see other with you, but the threat does keep you quiet and compliant. He thought you'd have more fight in you.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere draken #yandere ken ryuguji #yandere mitsuya #yandere mitsuya takashi #yandere izana #yandere izana kurokawa

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canonically47 · 6 months

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my take on the OFMD s2 finale: fuck that

(major spoilers continuing from here)

it’s sweet that the crew now also has zheng, auntie, spanish jackie and the swede is back, the reunion kiss was the sweetest thing ever, i loved lucius and pete’s wedding etc etc but there’s some things i can’t look past.

let’s get into izzy. izzy went through a lot this season. he started off as someone we were meant to dislike and slowly evolved into the only reason the crew was alive and functional. they became his family, and he became their new, true leader. their new unicorn, if you will. they cared for him, they loved him, and he loved them back. hell, he even had that sweet speech about piracy that made me tear up!

but then he died. and this isn’t the bury your gays trope, since the show has dozens of happy gay people and a lot of queer joy, but the redemption through death trope - or at least a poor attempt at him.

look at me. izzy got all the redemption he needed. he proved himself. he was happy. he was content. he had a good life ahead of him. and then he died.

his final words didn’t even mean anything, because ed still left the crew (along with stede). and this is sweet because they got to fulfill their dreams of having an inn, but this would have been better if izzy’s speech was just slightly different. or if it was like it canonically is, then it should have been established the crew was going to visit, or the inn was temporary, or ANYTHING.

back to izzy - i’m not mad he died. i’m mad the timing was horrendously bad. a single 28 minute episode is not enough to have ed’s character arc evolve, a sweet reunion, lots of drama and comedy, kill izzy off, have a lupete wedding, and have gentlebeard stay behind to have an inn. there should have been one or two extra episodes. there should have been more time to mourn izzy! i was sobbing my ass off and the show had already moved on to the wedding - i mean, what?? are we just not meant to care? i get that he had that burial, and he was shown as the last frame in the show yes, but how much tribute is that? stede’s dialogue made it seem like he barely cared when we knew the two had gotten closer! i get that he may have had conflicting emotions and this show is a comedy, but come on, people, you can do better!

the inn idea is sweet but i don’t see it lasting. the fourth episode really makes me wary of this idea because those two girls really fucking hated that domestic lifestyle bro!!! also, ed just accepted himself as a pirate outside of blackbeard, he just forgets that life? that’s bullshit. you can’t just spend the entire season exploring ed’s character as a pirate and then drop the pirate part. you can’t!!!

still mad about izzy. still confused about why everyone was in such high spirits after his death despite, you know, them getting along with him amazingly this season and loving him so deeply. but whatever, i too would be back at sea and giggling after my (at heart) captain died. in fact, i would even get married after that! yay, ring those bells! (/sarc)

i loved the wedding but you cannot tell me it wouldn’t have been better if there had just been more time between izzy’s death and it.

also. i’m pretty sure so many other characters walked off wounds in that exact area izzy got shot in... but i guess... plot armor??

tl;dr: i’m pissed off at OFMD’s season two ending, especially the way izzy’s death was handled.

yeah, i’m not happy with this. at least put me out my misery and announce this is the last season. dragging it on for longer would not work.

ending words: i would have been much more content with izzy dying if he was given more time, if his death was handled better, and if his speech had meant anything at fucking all to ed.

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