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hairmetal666 · 11 months

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Never in a million years did Steve Harrington think he'd be standing in the drama club room in front of Eddie the Freak--who's sitting on a goddamn throne with his full lips pulled into a smug grin--asking to be taught how to play Dorks and Goblins. Yet, here he is, face a burning shade of crimson, as he explains for the sixth time what, exactly, he needs.

"Munson, it's not that hard. Henderson wants me to play in the--the game thingy they're doing when Will is home for a visit."

"Yeah, Harrington, and I stop listening every time you call it a game thingy. You obviously don't care about this at all, so why should I waste my time helping you?"

Steve rolls his eyes. "What if I pay you?"

Munson's face goes through a complicated series of changes before falling into a neutral mask, no smirk or teasing smile to be found. "You'll pay me to teach you dnd? Are you fucking kidding?"

"No?' Steve draws a hand through his hair, watches as Munson's dark eyes track the movement. "I thought you might help me out cause those kids never shut-up about you, but I'm willing to put money on it."

"Huh," Eddie says. He steeples his fingers under his chin. "Maybe I misjudged you, Harrington."

Steve lets himself smile at this. "I don't think you did. I don't give a shit about this game."

"Didn't take you for one to have a bunch of nerdy child friends."

"I'm their babysitter," he says, realizes immediately it was a mistake.

Eddie cackles until it turns into a full-bodied laugh, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "You are something else, Harrington," he manages.

For his part, Steve hopes Munson hasn't noticed how bright red his face is. "Does that mean you'll help me?"

"I guess," he rolls his eyes. "But if you're just screwing around, I'm out."

"No, yeah, totally," Steve nods too hard, sends his hair cascading into his face. "Sounds good. How much?"

"Huh?" Eddie tilts his face up, giving Steve a perfect view of the smattering of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose.

"I said I'd pay you. What's the going rate for dnd lessons?"

"Oh, nah, free of charge, Harrington. Henderson would eat me alive if he knew I made you pay."

The smile they share is soft, tentative, and Steve doesn't notice the swathes of pink decorating Eddie's pale cheekbones.

---

They meet up in the drama room after the last bell. Eddie is waiting on the throne with his feet propped on the table, sipping a Mt. Dew. His eyes widen when Steve walks into the room.

"You're on time," he says.

Steve scoffs. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Eddie shrugs, sets his feet on the floor. "Just wasn't aware that the King put a lot of stock in punctuality."

"C'mon, man, I'm trying not to be that guy, and I'm definitely not king of anything. Unless maybe it's Family Video, but even then, that's Robin."

"You're kind of weird, Harrington, you know that?" Eddie's dimples bracket his smile. The sight does weird things in Steve's chest.

"I've been told, yeah." Steve smiles back. "Where do we start?"

They start with dice, with a character sheet.

"Chaotic-good human Paladin?" Eddie asks.

He shrugs. "That's what Dustin keeps screaming at me. I got no idea what any of it means."

"That's not entirely true," Eddie says. "You've kept up with me so far."

"Yeah, that's you. Dustin rambles and then accuses me of not listening when it's over my head. When he goes on long enough, I start to get a headache right here," Steve rubs the spot between his eyes.

"That kid," Eddie says with the right combination of affection and frustration. "I don't know, you seem to have picked up on some of the stuff he said. You have a solid idea on gameplay, at least. I'd say you're doing pretty good."

"Thanks," Steve laughs. "No migraine yet, so that's a point in your favor."

"Migraines?"

"Head trauma."

"Byers?"

"And Hargrove."

"That was Hargrove?" Eddie asks.

"Hit me in the head with a plate."

"What the fuck."

"He was pissed that Max was friends with Lucas. He came after them. I couldn't just let him--I think he would've killed Lucas."

Eddie nods, hands fiddling with a die. "No wonder those kids love you," he says.

"We've been through some shit together."

"Guess it makes more sense why you wanted to learn dnd."

"As much as it pains me to admit," Steve rolls his eyes. "I love to make those little shitheads happy."

"Well, based on the way they talk about you, you succeed."

"You too, you know?" Steve offers. "All I've heard about the last three months is 'Eddie's so cool,' 'Hellfire's so fun.'"

"Jealous?" Eddie laughs.

"Completely," Steve admits.

"Don't worry, Harrington, I'll make a nerd out of you yet."

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They meetup after school every day they can over the next two weeks. At first, Steve is surprised that he doesn't really mind spending so much time with Munson, that he actually, kind of, has fun. And the more time they spend together, the more Eddie infiltrates his space. Leans into Steve's side as they sit next to each other, brushes their hands together, hovers over his shoulder, faces nearly touching, as he checks stuff on Steve's character sheet.

It makes Steve feel--well, it makes him think of what it would be like to run his fingers through the soft gloss of Eddie's curls; wonders what that plump mouth would be like pressed against his own; can't stop thinking about if Eddie is as vocal in bed as he is everywhere else. He knows he also likes guys, has for a while, but he's never in his life wanted someone this viscerally; so much he can feel the ache of it in his teeth.

It's the last day before the campaign for Will, and Steve is fucking sad. He thinks maybe Eddie is too. He's at least quieter than normal, explanations not at their usual fever pitch. An hour before they usually call it quits, he claps his hands together (too gently, too unlike himself), says, "That's it, Harrington. You're not going to be more ready than this."

"Right," Steve says. Can't help his eyes from darting over Eddie's face, aching to know what he's thinking. "You'll be there tomorrow?"

Eddie bends his head over his notebooks. "Nah, I don't need to intrude."

"But--"

"It's okay, Stevie. I get that it's family only." He looks like he really means it, but his eyes are sad, don't shine like they should.

Steve doesn't know what to say to that, just nods, and then there's nothing else. They stare at each other for a few very long, quiet seconds, before Eddie says, "I'll see you around, Harrington."

"Right, yeah. You too." And he walks out of the drama room with the heaviest heart he thinks he's ever had.

---

Steve thinks he won't miss Eddie. That if he doesn't dwell on those hours spent with Eddie, learning dnd, that the missing will go away.

It doesn't.

Which is how he finds himself back at the high school on Wednesday, standing in front of the drama room door, willing himself to go inside. Eddie's on the throne, the typical notebooks and binders and Mt. Dew cans clustered around him, but he's not engrossed in imagining up a new campaign for Hellfire. No, his head is in his hands, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

His head pops up, and even in the low light, Steve notices the silvery tracks of tears down his cheeks.

"Steve! What are you--" he hastily wipes at his face with his shirt sleeve. "What are you doing here?"

Steve's acting only on instinct, crossing the room and dropping to his knees, taking Eddie's jaw between his palms, thumbing away the wetness on his cheeks.

"Did someone hurt you?" he asks.

Eddie's laugh is wet. "Nah, Harrington. I only have myself to blame for this one."

"Can I do anything?"

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry?"

"You, Steve Harrington, kind and compassionate? Learn dnd to make your little nerd friends happy? Who are you?"

"I'm just me, man," Steve blushes. "But, uh, I came to thank you." He's still holding Eddie's face in his hands, can't help but notice the way he flushes, how his dark eyes dart away from Steve's.

"I really liked hanging out with you," Steve says. This close to Eddie, his mind doesn't quite feel like his own. All he can think of is big eyes, soft curls, full lips.

"Yo--you did?"

"So much," Steve whispers. He doesn't quite remember moving, but now their foreheads are pressed together, warm breath mingling, lips almost, almost touching.

"I liked it too," Eddie breathes. After a few seconds, he laughs. "Knew I'd make a nerd out of you, Harrington."

"Shut-up," Steve laughs.

"Make me," Eddie says, and it's just that easy. Steve crosses the space still separating them, presses his mouth against Eddie's.

The kiss is slow, exploratory, the gentle discovery of how they fit together, the promise of all the things they can do in the future, all the pleasure they can bring.

"I'm not a nerd," Steve says when they part.

"No, you're right. You're like a nerd by marriage. Nerd-in-law," Eddie giggles. His eyes are bright, face pink, the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.

"Shut-up," Steve giggles right back.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, the dare obvious, and Steve doesn't hesitate to kiss him again.

"You wanna get out of here?" Steve asks when they part, significantly more breathless, jeans significantly tighter, than when he arrived.

"You're gonna have to role persuasion for that, Stevie," Eddie smirks.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #ficlet #oneshot #dnd lessons #falling in love #mutual pining #eddie's down so bad #first kiss #secret nerd steve harrington #i don't know anything about dnd actually so sorry if it's wrong #strangers to friends to lovers #alternate first meeting #big eyes soft curls full lips can't lose #“shut up” “make me” is a love language

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chaos-lioness · 1 year

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Thinking about the beach year tonight. So much of stolen century is beautiful and intense and the stated point of the beach year is to get a break but. It’s still in the middle of the century you know? The players and the characters and the audience are ALL still feeling the weight of everything around it the whole time, and because of that it becomes so much more than a fun break. Like there’s goofiness and joy for sure but it’s still so steeped in the intensity and sadness and we end up with this stunningly realistic experience of the moment of calm in the midst of a terrible storm. At the end of it there’s going to be another year, right? And they know that and we know that.

#taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #my stuff #It's also such a lesson in the value of having character time in a dnd game #especially one thats also a story #it adds so much to the overall arc of the stolen century and to everyones characters over the whole podcast #to get to see what they do in this moment of reprieve #anyway im wildly in love with the beach year dont mind me

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beetlevsboy · 6 months

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Thinking about Margaret Encino and Lucienne Rex to Night Shift by Lucy Dacus and Emily I’m Sorry by Lucy Dacus and Addictions by Lucy Dacus and Nonbeliever by Lucy Dacus and

#I don’t think they ever dated just they were both devastatingly in love with the other #lucienne rex #margaret encino #d20 #dimension 20 #dnd #I just think they’re so exes coded I’m sorry #a starstruck odyssey #d20 a starstruck odyssey #Madeline maud #Kissing Lessons too but in a weird way just like the vibe #like the last line

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robinsnest2111 · 16 days

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okay kinda starting to regret making benson so soft in my art. I feel all these general posts talking about fans straying too far from the source material, the "he would not fucking say/do that" posts, the "stop woobifying villains" posts I've seen over the years coming for my ass rn

what if I deleted it all so no one can ever be mad at me over it

#IT'S THE ANXIETY AND FEAR OF REJECTION SPEAKING BUT MAN #what if i finally gave into my mentally ill impulses again and actually delete it all #i'm just so tired of fighting every single day #what if i quit the dnd group what if i don't contact the bass guy for lessons what if i just go to work and the occasional gig #i'm just so fucking tired...

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b-a-r-c-l-a-y · 10 months

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There is a kind of fantasy genre that I don't know the name of but I love it dearly. I consider it my favorite genre of all time. I will list some examples... -The Shrek Franchise -Minecraft's enchanting system and magic system -Aesop's Fables -Fairytales -Some Bible Stories -Some Ancient Mythology The most I can describe it is "Organic Fantasy" or "Mythological Fantasy" or "Symbolic Fantasy" How I can describe it is that its the opposite of "typical fantasy" or "inorganic fantasy", like Lord of The Rings or Game of Thrones or Dungeons and Dragons which all deal with numbers and maps and geography and accuracy...etc While organic fantasy is more about relationships, its about people, its about objects and their purpose towards the story. Magic is heavily symbolic towards some moral lesson, or an allegory of something in the real world. In typical fantasy, things are supposed to be like an alternate universe. Like its just another timeline and we happen to see it. In organic fantasy, things are a reflection of the current world we are in. Everything is a pawn from some greater purpose or ending. Magic's purpose is to simplify something that exists in the real world. Potions and spells represent ways of getting something in a much more simplified way than the real world, like love potions or beauty potions or invisibility potions (invisibility can be HEAVILY symbolic). Writing style also plays a part in it. Bible stories, ancient mythologies, and Buddhist Zen Koans have a style that are reflected in it. There is a deep hyperfocused emphasis on the characters of the story, and doesn't care much for individual details. The stories focuses on everything as a whole than what its composed of. Its a Chekov's gun kind of thing. Every detail matters. Every single thing in the story contributes towards the narrative towards its end, like a bunch of threads weaving together into a beautiful bow. Think of Aesop's fable of the golden goose. You dont need to know when it happened or where it happened or who even has the goose or if the goose is even a goose. All you need to know is that some person has something that makes something good, and then lost it. In one Zen Koan two monks see a flag waving. One monk says the flag is moving on its own, and the other monk says the air is moving it. A third monk comes in saying the flag is moved through our minds. You do not need to know where they are or who they are or why they are all here, all you care about is their perspective on the situation they are in. Oh I guess thats another detail about this kind of genre. Characters don't really have names they just have titles. "The Fox" "The Hare" The Tortoise" "The Knight" "The Farmer" "The Goose"...etc etc Please I hope someone understands what I'm talking about I NEED TO LEGITIMIZE THIS THING AND SEE MORE PEOPLE DO THIS KIND OF GENRE ON PURPOSE BECAUSE ITS MY FAVORITE KIND OF THING EVER P.S Oh forgot to mention, stories like these especially are formed through oral tradition. The stories aren't made by one person, but are a collaboration of many people retelling it over and over again. Unimportant details get left out, and the spirit remains. Like saltwater boiled, and just the salt remains. And this salt that I taste is something I adore

#genre #fantasy #shrek #minecraft #bible #names #lotr #lord of the rings #got #game of thrones #dnd #dungeons and dragons #writing #help #advice #morals #lessons #zen koan #purpose #chekovs gun

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olivermorningstar · 4 months

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ok, this is probably going to be a long list:

MAROON, CINNAMON, PERIWINKLE, MAUVE, BLUSH, FUCHSIA, HONEYDEW (i already do i guess lol), LAVENDER, UMBER, FORGET-ME-NOT, RAZZMATAZZ, SAFFRON, TIMBERWOLF, PLUM, TANGERINE, CRIMSON (again >:3), VIRIDIAN, CHARTREUSE and BURGUNDY

phew, i’m done! hope you’re having a great day, hon 💜

Goodness!

MAROON = You taught me something new. CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh MAUVE = You are really talented BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname LAVENDER = You inspire me UMBER = I want to know more about you FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you SAFFRON = I love your ideas TIMBERWOLF = I trust you PLUM = I’d like to chat with you TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something! VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

Okay!

I'm very curious as to what I taught you

I'm very curious as to who I remind you of

Yes we should collab again sometime

Feel free to call me any nickname you want, within reason

I'd love to share food with you, though I guess I'll just have to pick and choose so I don't get sick (ya boy has a ton of food allergens)

I'm glad you like my blog so much :) Feel free to chat whenever.

#And ye I'm doing fine #It's Thursday which means it's guitar lesson day and tomorrow is DND

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