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Rainbow in the Dark

A one-shot from The Dungeon universe

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Rating: Mature, kind of? Summary: It’s the Indy Pride Parade and Eddie cannot find his husband! CW: Reference to smut in a past chapter, Eddie is a little stressed! Word Count: 1.4k

Where the fuck is his husband?

Eddie has been looking everywhere and can’t fucking find Steve.

And this is a big deal.

He was asked this year to be the MC for the Indy Pride Parade. When word got out not only that he got married, but that he’s permanently residing in Indianapolis, the committee reached out and asked if he would basically be their gay ambassador this year. 

He nearly cried.

Ok, maybe he did actually cry, but so did Steve, because it’s a really big fucking deal. 

The parade is about to start and Steve said he would be there. Front and center, there’s no way you’ll miss me. Eddie’s hoping he’s in the crowd or something, because the parade is about to start and Eddie doesn't see him anywhere near the staging area.

Someone is calling his name and he has to get up on the float so they can get this show on the road. It’s colorful as fuck and he stands out like a sore thumb, probably in a good way, with his black leather pants and matching harness that he can’t look at anymore without thinking about how Steve rode him like a slut in heat when they packed up his apartment in LA. 

Ok he needs to not think about that right now unless he wants to go down this parade route with a boner. And he really doesn’t want to do that.

He looks around one last time for Steve, doesn’t see him anywhere, and climbs up onto the float. It’s kind of packed with 6 drag queens already up there waiting for him, but they make it work. And these ladies look phenomenal, he’s not about to complain. They’re each dressed head to toe as the different pride colors and stand in a row making basically a human pride flag. 

He gets manhandled in the middle between Yellow and Green, handed his microphone, does a quick mic check, and they're off. He wasn’t sure why he thought it would be difficult to do this. He figured trying to stay standing on a moving platform while pumping up a crowd would be a challenge, but this thing is moving at about 5 miles per hour so…it’s actually a little anticlimactic if he’s honest.

But fun. They slowly roll through the beginning of the crowd and it’s fucking packed. Of course his eyes dart around looking for his husband, and he has to tamp down his disappointment when there’s no Steve in sight. So he launches into his duties as MC and screams into the mic “Welcome to Pride, Indy!”

The crowd goes mental, music starts up, and the joy is fucking palpable. 

Eddie moves to the head of the float while the Queens grab their color coded buckets and start waving and tossing candy to the kids in attendance. He can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him seeing these kids scramble on the ground and fight each other off to get their hands on Jolly Ranchers and packs of Skittles.

“Thank you so much for coming out today to celebrate! The world can be a dark place, and we as a community have been fighting an uphill battle for a long time. But this right here is what we do it for. To be able to live loud and proud. To be our true selves and not have to hide in the shadows. To love who we want without shame or fear. To be free!”

The music has been building, and just like he rehearsed, Eddie waits for the cue and starts to sing.

I want to break free, I want to break free

I want to break free from your lies

You’re so self-satisfied I don’t need you 

I’ve got to break free

God knows, God knows I want to break free

He was admittedly pretty apprehensive to sing a Queen song. That’s like the one big unspoken rule with karaoke…you never sing Queen. Nobody can do Freddy Mercury like Freddy Mercury. It would maybe be different if his band was up here with him. Or Steve. Where the fuck is he?! Eddie still hasn’t seen him and he's trying not to freak out and just give this performance his all. 

He really wishes his husband was here for this next part.

I’ve fallen in love

I’ve fallen in love for the first time

This time I know it’s for real

I’ve fallen in love, yeah

God knows, God knows I’ve fallen in love

As he sings, the Queens take turns joining him at the front of the float, dancing and waving to the crowd, and Eddie has the biggest grin on his face as they ham it up. Red rubs her padded ass on his hip. Purple throws her boa over his shoulders and shimmies against his side. Orange grabs his free hand and lifts it up, making Eddie twirl her around as she dances.

It’s strange but it’s true, hey

I can’t get over the way you love me like you do

But I have to be sure when I walk out that door

Oh I want to be free baby

Oh how I want to be free

Oh I want to break free

This is fucking fun. Blue comes up behind him and rubs her hands all over his chest and stomach and he has to bite back his laughter. Green pours a couple packets of Skittles down his chest like a candy waterfall and Eddie miles rubbing it all into his skin.

Everyone in the crowd looks so happy, flags are waving, people are cheering. This feels amazing. 

Where the fuck is Steve?!

But life still goes on

I can’t get used to living without, living without

Living without you by my side

I don’t want to live alone, hey

God knows, got to make it on my own

So baby can’t you see I’ve got to break free

I’ve got to break free

I want to break free yeah

I want, I want, I want

I want to break free

The second he finishes singing, Yellow grips his shoulder and turns him around, grabs his face, and plants a firm kiss against his lips.

Eddie freezes.

He grabs Yellow by the waist and pushes her back. She’s wearing a long 70’s style dress with these big clacky plastic circles all over it from neck to ankle. A huge yellow boa. Her wig is the biggest blonde bob he’s ever seen. Her makeup is super exaggerated, as it should be. Her lips are made to look twice as big, and her eyes are done up mostly in black with a little white underneath. almost making them look like butterfly wings.

But all that makeup…it can’t hide what his eyes zero in on.

Two little moles by the apple of her left cheek.

Another one just an inch away from the right corner of her mouth.

One very kissable one above the left side of her jaw.

Those lips, despite their augmentation, are burned into his fucking soul.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Steve throws his head back, miraculously not dislodging his wig at all, and laughs brightly over the cheer of the crowd. “I told you I’d be front and center!”

Eddie snakes his hand around the back of Steve’s neck and hauls him in for a bruising kiss. The crowd roars and Eddie smiles against Steve’s lips. 

This fucking man. God damnit, he loves his husband so much.

“How the fuck did you pull this off?!”

“I have my ways,” Steve laughs. “We thought it would be fun if we all surprised you.”

Eddie furrows his brow and looks around. “What do you mean we?”

Red comes up to him and slaps him in the shoulder. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, asshole!”

“Gareth?!”

He steps back laughing and throws more candy to the kids lining the streets, and Blue takes his place. “You fucking killed that song, man!”

“Jeffrey, what the fuck!”

He looks over Jeff’s shoulder and realizes that Will is all decked out as Orange, purple is absolutely Lucas’s color, and there’s no way in hell he ever would have expected Mike fucking Wheeler to dress in drag, but the shades of green weirdly suit him. 

He’s had family up here this whole time.

Really, family has been all around him. This beautiful community coming together to celebrate who they are and how far they’ve all come.

Eddie looks back at his husband and his heart is fit to burst. Family is on this float. It’s lining the streets and cheering as he wraps his arms around Steve’s waist and brings their lips together again.

The most important part of his family. His entire fucking world. His ray of sunshine that breaks through the storms.

His rainbow in the dark.

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[parrish-the-thot]

A continuation of this post I made

I imagine Steve genuinely doesn’t think about Eddie, like at all. Besides the occasional “what is he yelling about in that table” or “ Munson actually showed up to class” or once in sophomore year he thinks “how much does Munson charge for an ounce of weed? Would he take a $50 for an ounce” which causes Eddie to wait around all day at the picnic table wishing for some shmuck to offer $50 for just an ounce, but no one shows up (Steve had to go pick up Dustin after school and didn’t want him to find weed the weed when he inevitably starts going through Steve’s car)

The lack of soulmate thoughts really irks Eddie, because he knows his soulmate is in Hawkins, but he never thinks about Eddie, like at all??? Positively or negatively?? Eddie jumps on more tables, he blares loud music from his van, he is in a band, he is the drug dealer for all the teens in Hawkins and all his soulmate thinks is “why the fuck did Munson double park his van, I’m going to be late looking for a parking spot now” it absolutely drives him crazy.

He eventually figures out his soulmate must be a jock of some kind because one day he hears “what is Munson doing under the bleachers?” when some sports team is let out of playing with balls practice. He is briefly heartbroken his soulmate isn’t a nerd like him, but then spends the night thinking about how a certain fluffy haired jock could play with his balls anytime.

Steve isn’t not thinking about Eddie on purpose, but they just don’t run in the same circles, so he doesn’t really think about him too much, just in a genuine, “I don’t know them, don’t interact with them, so I don’t really think about them” sort of way. Especially after befriending the kids, Steve’s focus goes to keeping them safe and being a babysitter instead of finding his soulmate.

Steve’s experience with his soulmates thoughts is completely different. Starting in middle school he heard his soulmate think he was cute which he thought was nice. As he got older his soulmate would still think he was cute, but also handsome or pretty which, he doesn’t know any girls who call their boyfriends pretty but ya know, he can roll with that. He thinks he will have to roll with a lot of stuff, since hai soulmate seems to into a…a lot of interesting things, to say the least. Steve has dated a lot of girls but none of them seemed to want to rub their face in his chest hair like his soulmate did, who also wonder is Steve was that hairy everywhere which- he was but he didn’t think a girl would want to know about that.

He would be in the middle of a basket ball game and he hit with a 15 minute monologue about how wonderful his ass looked in “thise little green shirts that ride up his ass in the best way” and how his soulmate “wanted to be those shorts” causing Steve to miss three different shots. Also with all this wildly kinky stuff and even general sex things Steve has never heard of or thought about he figures he should become more knowledgeable to better be prepared for his soulmate.

One day when Steve is cleaning up a drink he spilled in the cafeteria and heard “god Harrington looks good on his knees, bet he would look even better with my cock in his mouth” figures chances are his soulmate isn’t a girl at all.

With not much else to loose and a new door opened up to him, Steve starts spending time thinking equally horny thinvs about different guys he sees in class, just to see if they will react to what he is thinking. This is how he figures out Eddie is his soulmate.

Steve notices eddies table is getting a little rowdy, as is always does before Eddie gets up on someone’s table and he rants about jocks and preppy girls while stepping on people’s lunches, Steve thinks “what if comes over here, spits in my stretched out hole, and fucks me right next to Heathers Halloways tuna sandwich”

Eddie, whose soulmate didn’t even think about Eddie that one time his car got spray painted a fit was all the school talked about for a week, was NOT expecting that at 12:30 on a Tuesday and promptly trips on a chair and slams face first into the lunch table, breaking his nose.

Eddies friends rush him to the nurse and Steve is torn between this being a sign Eddie is soulmate or Eddie just clumsy, Steve has seen him walk into a door twice, so he don’t 100% sure. Steve decided to test this anytime he has a clear viewpoint of Eddie and starts thinking the most horny, kinky things possibly about Eddie to see if Eddie reacts proves he is Steve’s soulmate (also revenge because Steve had to go through years of Eddie horny pondering interrupting Steve during important tasks games or tests so Steve figures he should pay that forward during eddies dungeons and dorks games)

[humanityinahandbag]

Steve would absolutely be down to play D&D with Hellfire. The only condition is that he gets to be whatever character he wants (with Eddie's help crafting the sheet, of course), and Eddie is so completely enamoured and excited that he agrees wholeheartedly.

Turns out, Steve didn't really understand the concept of fantasy characters and assumed that it included all kinds of fantasies. Elves, Dwarves, Mages.

And naturally the lineup of Steve's 1987 Fantasy Basketball League.

The rest of Hellfire is ultimately accepting of it, and even gets into the character as time goes on. But those first few sessions were confusing as hell. Especially because they weren't quite sure what to think when Steve's only supplies and weapons included sports bars, tiny shorts, and a basketball.

Eddie though?

Eddie's been having a goddamn field day with the chaos his beloved hath wrought.

"Alright Steve. Roll to attack."

Steve rolls and lights up. "Eighteen!"

The other players cheer.

"Good luck," said Will sullenly after his magic missile failed to take the villain down. In fact, so far, nearly every attack from each member had failed to do enough damage to even make a dent.

Eddie writes down a note behind his DM shield. "Alright so the ghost approaches you. What are you..." He pauses. "Wait. Sorry what's your name again?"

"Larry Bird," says Steve helpfully.

"Right. What are you, Larry Bird, going to do to the Ghost?"

"I'm going to dribble across the enchanted bridge and hit him with a hook shot."

"This is the weirdest thing we've ever done..." Dustin whispers.

He's shushed by everyone else who has become absolutely invested in the fate of their resident Point Guard Paladin.

(the best part is that the end of the campaign in what was meant to be a difficult and long battle, in which almost every single Hellfire character dies a gruesome death, Steve effectively ends it by rolling a single D20 and dunking a zombie's head into the Boss' face.

Hellfire is elated but isn't sure how to explain to future Hellfire members that a kill shot was once carried out by the small forward of the Boston Celtics.)

[lazylittledragon]

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anyone who grabs anything has my eternal love bc i'm so happy to finally be able to do this

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One day the kids wake up and they can’t find Steve. They search his house, the school track, the basketball courts, anywhere they can think of where they might find him and he’s nowhere to be found. When they go to Robin’s house, she’s missing too. Her parents haven’t seen her since she disgraced their family by proclaiming herself to be a lesbian.

Even Eddie hasn’t seen either of them and that’s particularly worrying since the three of them are always together.

Both Steve and Robin come back two weeks later with sunburns and matching tattoos on their wrists. They had been at one of the Harrington vacation homes in Florida getting drunk, checking out girls, and getting tattoos. It’s also when Steve realized he was interested in Eddie and plants a smooch on him as soon as he gets back to see Eddie checking out his ass.

[hello-sweetheart]

I need to see Steve at his breaking point, kneeling in absolute defeat. Whimpering, crying, sobbing with a sword under his chin forcing him to look up that man who is now nothing but a stranger.

But, once he was a familiar and friendly face around the castle. Often running around with the outcasts and playing music in the town square. Telling stories of great heroic adventurers to the children that flocked around him to listen. A tall but scrawny thing with a mouth that knew not when to bite its tongue.

Steven makes a pathetic image for a prince. His skin is stained with tears, grime, and blood. Blood from his knights. Brothers in arms that he’d known since he was a mere child.

He’s nothing now, has nothing.

A fallen prince awaiting death.

Edward has his dark tresses tied at the nape of his neck. His eyes are dark as night, focused and fierce in his gaze. His chest heaves and exhaustion is evident, but he stands proud.

Vengeful.

Such a far cry from the once cowardly and impish man that Steven had known him to be.

Even with the sting of betrayal, the broken bond among him and children, adolescents now, that he had come to care for… he understands why someone would follow him.

He has the stance of a leader and the final unwavering judgement of a king.

Humilated, he thinks of his people, the children (his children), and even the servants that had joined the revolt against the crown. He wishes them a better life, a kinder one than he and his parents had given them under their family rule.

Steven trusts… he trusts in his people’s judgment, despite it all, and their faith in their soon-to-be King Edward.

Accepting the fate of their decision, his cries quiet but he makes no move to wipe the mess he’s made of himself.

Steve raises his chin just a bit higher and tries to steady his breath. Leans his head against the sword that’s at the side of his neck now, a swing away from finality, and looks up at the people’s king.

“Whatever kind of king you choose to be,” his mouth is parched and heavy with the taste of ash, “be a loving one.”

His closes his eyes, and waits.

“Then, my first act as King will be that of good faith to the people. Prince Steven… I show you mercy.”

[helpimstuckposting]

Dungeons and Dipshits

Prompt: True Love's Kiss | Rating: G | Wordcount: 4,701 | AO3 | @steddiebingo

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The party creeps as quietly as they can into the stone chamber, the guards outside surprisingly easy to distract, a little suspiciously easy to distract. This was supposed to be the end goal, right? Everything they were here for? The king was nowhere to be found, the castle was packed with guards that fell one after the other, like dominos after the slightest tap. The chamber was the end of the line, allegedly filled with the gold stolen from countless families in the name of lining the crowns pockets, and the medicine that Nog’s family needed to survive, hoarded for only the highest bidders. Of course, who could bid on it, when every last penny had already been extorted from the families that needed it most?

This vault should be the hardest obstacle yet, after everything they’d been through to get here. Instead, the guards outside are all unconscious, and Beeve carefully pushes open the door to their glory. Nog, ever the paranoid, is adamant there’s a trap around the corner of some kind, something they need to watch out for, so he insists they go quietly, gently, trying not to disturb anything that may lay in wait. It’s dark inside, hard to see much past the crack of light that spills in from the hallway.

Bobbin is surprisingly lax about it all, unconcerned and certain that this is it, there’s no trap at all beyond the door or the darkness, and the chamber is theirs for the taking. Typically she was hyper vigilant, always the first to check for danger, but this time? She’s sure it has to be safe.

“I’m serious, guys, I think we’re totally overreacting. Everything is fine, clearly there’s nothing wrong here,” Robin cackled, the sparkling “1” in front of her the only thing to show for her perception check.

“The dust has gone to her brain,” Mike mumbled, shaking his head in dismay. “Okay, what about me? I got a 22,” he shot a glare toward Robin, like she’d rolled a 1 on purpose just to slow them down.

Eddie nodded, gesturing to the scattered dice on the table, an eager glint of anticipation in his eye. He seemed too happy, relaxed, which meant something was about to go wrong. “Tayr, on a 22, follows Bobbin a bit more cautiously—”

Mike grinned a smug little smile, flicking his sights to Robin, who rolled her eyes and reached across the table to smack him in the arm. Mike scoffed, shoving her away, and the table dissolved into a fight of playground-level hair pulling. Eddie rolled while they were distracted — shimmying excitedly in his seat — before loudly clearing his throat to grab their attention.

“You feel… unsettled. You know it can’t be this easy—“

Tayr steps forward, shoving Bobbin out of the way with a roll of his eyes. He seems more cautious than he was just a moment ago, but he can’t put his finger on why. It’s floating around him somewhere, the answer, a prickle at the back of his neck like something isn’t quite right here. He feels like he’s being watched, but not from the darkness ahead.

There’s a small bowl on the wall to his right, and upon placing the lit end of his torch within, more fire rises from inside it, tracing its way along the walls of the chamber, and lighting the way through an intricate path outward, until the entire room is visible.

It’s empty.

The whole chamber is empty. The party looks from member to member, wandering further into the chamber in confusion. Where is everything? Had they fallen for a decoy and aimed for the wrong room? Is the real vault elsewhere in the castle? No wonder the guards outside were so incompetent, they weren’t guarding anything.

“Wow. Told you so,” Bobbin taunts, shoving Tayr’s shoulder as she passes him. He glares at her, that suspicious feeling still prickling away up his spine. Their cleric, Will the Wise, pats his shoulder in sympathy, but he knows something else is going on.

“So… where is everything?” Fraudiem wonders aloud, making his way further into the empty chamber. They’d collected him along the way, stumbled across him in the forest as they planned their route into the castle. He’d become particularly attached to Beeve, who follows along behind him toward the center of the room.

At first Bobbin had just shoved Beeve toward the stranger to distract him from the party’s conversation, but Beeve’s first instinct in a bind is just to flirt his way out of it. Which… surprisingly worked, much to the party’s chagrin and Beeve’s insufferable smugness.

“Maybe it’s… hidden?” Beeve answers, spinning in a circle like he’ll suddenly find the treasure if he stares hard enough.

Frau giggles, staring at him like a lost little puppy, “You’re so cute when you’re confused.”

“—Ugh!” Dustin groaned, “enough with the flirting!”

“Hey! I didn’t complain when you tried to flirt with that bar maiden for information,” Steve shot back.

“Yes! You did! Repeatedly!”

“Yeah, because you were bad at it, not because flirting doesn’t work.”

“It only works when you do it because you’ve got a plus 12 on persuasion,” Dustin grumbled, spinning the die under his fingers.

“Actually, I think it would work even if he had a minus 12,” Lucas grumbled back, staring at Eddie’s star-struck face like it personally offended him.

Eddie cleared his throat, clapping his hands for attention. “Alright, enough about the flirting. Beeve and Frau are minding their own business, you should be concerned with the treasure and not someone else’s relationship. The chamber is empty. Will, Tayr, Nog, and Sundar, you’re still by the door, correct?”

Will, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas nodded their heads, eyes on the board and their miniatures.

“We stepping into the chamber or back into the hallway?”

Dustin shook his head, “There’s gotta be more here, like a secret door that leads to another vault or something.” The other three boys nod, a steady focus to their eyes.

“Alright,” Eddie clears his throat once again, slipping into his DM voice. “The chamber is quiet, nothing but the flickering flames against the walls to light your way—”

They split up, checking the walls for traps or hidden doors.

“I just don’t get it, all the signs pointed to here,” Nog grumbles, shuffling around and smacking his axe against stones to check for movement.

“Maybe someone just isn’t as smart as they think they are,” Bobbin whistles, making her way closer to Beeve and Frau. Sundar laughs at her nonchalance, smothering it with a cough when Nog glares at him.

“Oh, like anyone else had a better idea?”

“I swear to god, that fucking tone,” Frau grumbles toward Beeve, who can’t help the smile that breaks out at his exasperation. Frau pulls a strand of hair over his mouth to cover another giggle and Beeve swears he’s never been more infatuated with anyone in his life. No one else had fit into their group so quickly and it’s so endearing the way he snarks at the kids, if only to see the smile it brings to Beeve’s face every time. He winks at the paladin, making him smile even harder as the rest of the party are content to ignore them.

“Maybe it’s an illusion, and we just can’t see what’s in this room,” Will adds as he, too, steps further into the vault.

“Guys,” Sundar hesitates, stepping forward at a much slower pace than the rest of his party, “I’m not really sure we should be here. I mean, Tayr said something didn’t feel right and I’m kind of inclined to agree with him. If—“

Sundar is cut off as the heavy metal door slams shut behind him, locking the party into the room with seemingly no exit.

“I’m gonna need you all to roll initiative,” Eddie boomed, his voice practically bouncing with amusement.

“WHAT!” Dustin shouted, slapping a hand against the table — the miniatures jumping at the impact.

“How?!” Mike yelled, “We didn’t even do anything!”

“There’s no one else here! We checked!” Lucas smacked his hands against the sides of his head, cradling it in his suddenly clammy palms.

“You said the only thing here was the torch lights! On a 22!”

“Ah, ah,” Eddie tutted, his grin practically bleeding off of his face, it was so wide. “I said someone was watching you, it’s not my fault you couldn’t tell from where.”

“It’s literally your fault!”

Eddie cackled, thriving in the chaos of his own making. Steve couldn’t help but look on in amusement, Robin kicking him under the table. He knew he was being obvious about his crush on Eddie, but he couldn’t exactly care when this whole campaign gave him the perfect excuse to flirt with the man any chance he got. Steve was willing to take certain liberties, and if that meant mooning over the weird gremlin man while the rest of the party lost their minds, then so be it. Eddie didn’t seem to notice much, anyway.

The party grumbled as they rolled, shouting out their numbers for Eddie to write down on whatever secret papers he had hidden behind his screen. He cleared his throat, ready to continue their little journey.

“The chamber rattles with the sudden slam of the door—”

Sundar is startled the most, the stone behind him still and solid, as if it had never been open in the first place. He steps forward, awkwardly trying to reach one of his friends, to not be alone by the ominous door. The chamber is silent, still, aside from their party. It doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen.

Will the Wise tries to detect other magics that might be in the room, but once again they’re left with no leads. This is the quietest start to a fight they’ve ever had. Nog tries for another trap door somewhere, something that a threat could come out of, and yet that leads nowhere as well. He’s left standing bereft in the empty room, looking from friend to friend with no idea where to go next.

Out of nowhere, the room quickly starts filling with fog, a creeping sort of mist that obstructs their view. It’s like the room has been completely engulfed in a sickly yellow cloud, and no one can see anything past their own noses. It’s thick, heavy, clogging their throats with its poison.

“—I want you all to put on these,” Eddie said, cutting off his own dramatization of their surroundings. He held out a plastic bag, gesturing to the squares of fabric inside with a grin.

“Blindfolds?” Dustin gasped, excited to see what props Eddie brought. Steve rolled his eyes, sharing a glance to Robin. He couldn’t tell if she looked excited or irritated, but he knew she’d go along with it — she was just as dramatic as Eddie most of the time.

“Why,” Lucas whined with his head in his hands, drawing out the word until it was thin and completely muffled by his palms.

“For the drama!” Eddie shook the bag at them, holding it closer to Steve’s face until he caved.

He sighed, reaching into the bag to pull a bandana out, folding it into a long rectangle. He promised to be a nerd for one campaign, he promised he would go along with it all, he promised — so he sucked it up and tied the fabric around his eyes. The things he did for a stupid crush.

Once they were all successfully blinded, Eddie returned to the game.

“Uh, guys?” Beeve calls out, coughing as the fog enters his lungs; his hands are held in front of him like he can somehow find Frau and Bobbin, though he knows they’re a few feet away, still. He feels around, trying to grab onto someone, anyone, just to know he’s not alone. Bobbin was right near him before the fog broke out, he should be able to feel her if he just crosses a few feet, but the fog is so dense and Beeve can’t tell which direction he’s facing — she could be anywhere. He has to get to them, he has to find them, but before he’s able, the sound of Tayr breaking into a coughing fit jolts through the chamber. His breathing is ragged and shallow, his knees hitting the ground with a dull thud as he fights to regain some air in his lungs.

Bobbin’s gasping breaths pierce through the fog next, and right into Beeve’s chest, but there’s silence that follows — no sound of her being knocked to the stone floor.

“I’m okay!” she shouts, and he nearly hits the ground from sheer relief. They’re not going down as quickly as he’d feared, which is good — great, even — but if they can’t get out of this somehow, it’s only a matter of time.

It’s a blind fight, whatever is hidden in the mist is waiting for them to succumb to the poison bleeding through the room. Sundar is still standing; he tries to make his way toward another party member, and Will tries to disperse the fog, to no avail.

“I don’t know what to do!” the cleric yells, letting out a frustrated groan. “I could conjure a gust of wind, but I don’t know where anyone is. I don’t want to throw someone into a wall by accident.”

Nog calls out to reassure his friend, but the gas is too much for his small lungs. He’s the next one to hit the ground in a coughing fit, axe skittering across the floor as it falls from his hands.

Another voice rings out, much closer. Frau coughs like Bobbin had, choking for a moment but ultimately fine. Something clatters against stone, like another weapon is thrown or dropped or wielded and Beeve can’t tell what’s caused it. There’s a yell, and then a few moments of silence, aside from his own footsteps wandering around, hoping to find someone else in the party, to collect themselves, to reassure.

He feels useless, his only weapon is a club and that’s not exactly useful when he can’t see whatever threat he should be aiming for. Tayr gets back to his feet, thankfully, but the coughing still doesn’t sound good. The mist is starting to sting their eyes, as if the obstruction itself wasn’t enough, and this wouldn’t be so terrible if they hadn’t just fought a whole fleet of the king’s guards before entering the chamber.

Nog’s axe makes another noise, scraping across the stone like it’s been kicked.

“I found Nog!” Bobbin calls out, wheezing through the mist. If they don’t get out of this soon, they’re all going to succumb to the poison before they even figure out who’s doing this. They can’t blindly start swinging, hoping to hit an enemy they can’t see, or they might accidentally strike each other. Sundar is the next to go down, and as far as Beeve remembers, Will is the closest party member to him.

“Will! Forget the wind, can you heal Tayr or Sundar?” he shouts. There’s no answer.

“Will?” Tayr calls out, a bit of panic slipping into his wheezing voice. There’s still no answer. The clatter of something against stone from moments ago is becoming unfortunately clearer with every second of silence that follows.

Nog yells, frustrated with their inability to figure out who’s doing this. “It’s one of us!” he shouts, “There’s no one else here, it has to be one of us!”

“What?!” several voices call back. “How—

“—How can it be one of us?” Mike yelled across the table, blindfold still covering his eyes like the rest of them.

Eddie didn’t respond with an answer, and Steve could imagine him sitting just to his right with a shit-eating grin on his face, excited to continue.

“Silence!” he boomed, with a loud noise — probably his hand hitting the table. “The mist is all consuming, your eyes burn and your throat threatens to close. Dustin, give me another constitution saving throw.”

Nog’s coughing isn’t as bad as before, and it’s hard to tell if they’ve lost anyone but Will yet. He’s still not answering, and Tayr is still panicked, muttering to himself from wherever he is in the fog. Beeve hears footsteps to his right, knows that it must be Frau because he was the only one near enough when the cloud appeared, since Bobbin had branched out to heal Nog. Something itches at the back of Beeve’s mind, a pesky little voice that says Frau is the only member of the party that hasn’t answered their call-and-responses. They’ve all been shouting out for each other, but other than Frau’s occasional coughing, there’s been no other sound, no check-in to say he’s okay like the rest of them, no attempt to reach out and help.

He shakes his head, tries to dispel the thought from his mind because it couldn’t be. Frau is one of them, one of the party, Frau is Beeve’s other half, just like Bobbin and he knows that neither of them could betray the party like this. He steps forward, catching up to the sound and finding the man he’d called his for months now.

“Beeve!” Frau yells, “Thank god!” but his eyes are panicked, like he’s trying to hide something, like Beeve’s interrupted his plans.

He watches Frau’s eyes shift from side to side, though neither of them can see farther around the fog. He can’t believe it. Can’t believe that he could be tricked like that.

“It’s Frau!” he calls out to the rest of the party, and the panic in the other man’s eyes turns sharp. “Frau is the one doing this.”

“—WHAT?” The party yelled around the table, chaos erupting at Steve’s declaration.

“Are you kidding me?!” Mike whined, hands shooting up like he was about to pull his blindfold off, but he kept his hands away. He was just as passionate about all this as Eddie, and he wasn’t about to ruin the illusion just because he was caught off guard.

“How could you do this?!” Lucas shouted next, and Robin shoved Steve’s shoulder, incomprehensible noises bubbling up from her throat.

“You’re dead, Munson,” she screeched, “You’re so fucking dead!”

“Steve, Steve!” Dustin shouted at the other end of the table. “Cloudkill is a concentration spell, if you break his concentration then we’re fine!”

Steve groaned, slumping in his seat. How could he break Eddie’s concentration? He couldn’t even figure out how to help in all of this, and apparently it was his fault to begin with, because he’d been the one to insist Fraudiem join their party. So much for flirting being his secret weapon, he’d doomed them all.

He heard Robin scoff next to him, mumbling to herself. “Frau, oh you slimy little skeezeball, frau means fraud in Latin. I hate you so much.”

He could imagine Eddie batting his eyelashes in response, giggling to himself for being found out. God, Steve wanted to wipe that smile right off his face, even if he couldn’t see it. He knew the man was vibrating in his seat, a plan come to fruition, and there was one thing that had shocked him, one thing that had him at a temporary loss for words, and scrambling to get his plans in order because Steve had thrown him an action he hadn’t expected — and that was when he’d flirted with Frau in the first place.

Eddie’s eyes had gone wide, mouth open like a fish out of water and it had been so satisfying to make the other man quiet — a feeling he’d been craving for the rest of their sessions. Steve sat up in his chair again, a new determined set to his jaw and he hoped his sudden concentration threw Eddie for another loop. There was one thing that might break Eddie’s concentration, if the dice played out like he wanted them to, he just had to ask.

He cleared his throat, turning to Eddie, though he couldn’t see the man past the blindfold. “I’m standing right next to you now, right?” he asked.

“That’s right, pretty boy,” he taunted. Steve thought he could hear someone fake-gagging across the table — probably Mike — and that spurred him on even more.

“Could a kiss break concentration?”

“Are you kidding me?” Mike shouted, “Now is not the time! He’s evil!”

“No, no,” Robin jumped in, slapping Steve’s arm a couple times, “Let the man speak!”

He desperately wanted to rip the blindfold off and see Eddie’s face, see the expression of shock or confusion. Were his eyes wide, eyebrows drawn tightly together? Was he sitting there with his jaw slack, brain having yet to catch up, to answer Steve’s question? He hoped so.

Eddie cleared his throat, tapping his fingers against the table before he giggled nervously.

“I guess?” he sounded hesitant, unsure if he should humor Steve or put his foot down instead. “But!” he shouted over Mike’s complaints, “It has to be a significantly high roll, I’m not just going to give it to you!”

“Yeah, right,” Robin mumbled, and Steve elbowed her in the side.

“Fine!” Steve lifted his blindfold only enough to find his d20, making sure not to spoil the illusion by looking at the board or at Eddie’s face. He gripped it in his hand before letting go of the blindfold, allowing darkness to fill his sight once more.

He was going to do this right, he was going to take a chance he probably shouldn’t take, but when had Steve ever held back when it came to pursuing what he wanted? Plus, he was a little annoyed at Eddie for that twist, and if he wanted the man shocked, he was going to really shock him. Give it that Harrington charm, do something he couldn’t just ignore.

Steve fumbled around with his empty hand, waving it through the air until he felt Eddie’s arm graze the tips of his fingers. He gripped the man’s wrist, could just hear the quiet, confused whine that left Eddie’s lips as he loosened his hold and trailed his fingers up the man’s arm, across his shoulder, and gripped the back of his neck.

He leaned forward, giving Eddie only enough time to gasp before he was tasting the air from his lungs. He heard the whine again, a little louder than the first, and he hoped he could hear it several more times tonight — maybe once the session was over and he asked Eddie to stay.

“No way,” someone mumbled across the table, and it was just loud enough to remind Steve why he did this to begin with. He let go of the die in his other hand as he squeezed the back of Eddie’s neck, pulling back into his own space after he heard the rattling piece of plastic settle in its place.

The table was quiet, everyone still blindfolded as far as Steve was aware. He heard Robin rustle next to him before she shot up from her seat.

“No way!” she shouted, gripping Steve’s shoulder and shaking him. “Blindfolds off!”

Steve pulled the fabric from his eyes, searching for wherever his die landed as the others did the same.

“NAT TWENTY!” Dustin yelled, pointing at the die just a few inches in front of Robin.

The table erupted, several people jumping from their seats just like Robin had, and she kept shaking him, grip like steel on his shoulder. He did it.

He could still feel the tingle of Eddie’s lips against his — the warmth that he’d pulled away from just a few seconds before — and he glanced over toward the DM to finally gauge his reaction. He was staring at nothing but Steve, eyes wide and lips parted just like Steve had wanted, just like he’d hoped to see once the blindfold was off. He was so flushed, so red and frozen in place and deliriously, Steve thought maybe if he leaned back in — if he kissed Eddie’s cheek — maybe it would taste like cherries based on color alone.

“Hello? Earth to Eddie?” Dustin called out, waving his hand back and forth to catch his attention.

“Whuh— huh?” Eddie blinked.

Steve could barely feel his cheeks, he was smiling so wide. He’d made Eddie speechless. Eddie. Reduced to nothing but empty thoughts and wide eyes. Robin scoffed next to him, and Mike groaned loudly across the table, head hitting the back of his chair as he slumped in his seat. Lucas was busy hiding his laughter behind the palm of his hand, and Steve started to count as the seconds passed, just to see how long it took for Eddie to blink himself back to the present.

“You, uh,” Eddie glanced down at the die, golden ‘20’ practically glowing where it sat. Twelve seconds. It took twelve seconds for Eddie to look away and remember he was in the middle of a campaign. Steve would never let him live it down.

Eddie cleared his throat, giggling nervously as he looked from the die to Steve and back again, trying to remember where he’d left off. “Right. You- uh…” he cleared his throat one more time before shaking off his stupor and sitting up right in his chair. “Frau’s concentration snaps like the thin branch of a tree, shattered under the lightest pressure—”

“Oh, get a grip,” Mike mumbled, ignored by the rest of the table.

—Frau slowly drifts back to the present, eyes locked onto Ste– Beeve’s brown eyes. He’d been too distracted to remember the spell, too caught-off-guard to push Beeve away and keep his concentration. This was meant to be quick, a simple plan — all he had to do was infiltrate the rebel group and trap them here for his father. And yet. He hadn’t expected this party to weasel their way into his head.

He stumbles back as the poisonous fog fades away, revealing the rest of the party in various states of disarray. Will is the only one left unconscious, though he’s not too far from Bobbin and her healing magic. They made it through, and are relatively unscathed — now they just have to take care of the real threat.

Frau looks nervous as they all turn to him, the element of surprise no longer there to cloak his intentions. He can’t believe he’s been beat out by a stupid kiss, that the other man had gotten so far under his skin that he could rip this perfect opportunity out from under him. It was like… like…

“True love’s kiss?” Steve offered with a smirk, revelling in the emotions that flashed across Eddie’s eyes as he tried so hard to keep his own concentration. Steve bet he could get the upper hand one more time, could roll another natural 20 in real life and get his house cleared out in minutes. Maybe this dragon game wasn’t as far removed from reality as everyone thought.

He leaned forward with a grin, and watched Eddie swallow nervously.

“You really screwed us over there. Maybe you can make it up to me?” he whispered, eyes dropping down to Eddie’s lips. “If you can think of something.” He flicked his tongue out, a flare in his gut as he watched Eddie’s eyes flick down to follow it.

“Session over!” the DM shouted, not even taking his eyes off Steve’s mouth.

“What?!”

“Why?!”

“Are you kidding me—”

“—Session over!” he repeated, slipping back into his DM voice as he pinned Dustin, Mike, and Lucas with a glare that could probably set them all on fire.

They’d have to finish out the campaign another time, bribe them with apologies and probably never hear the end of it, but Steve had other plans for tonight. He’d just have to remind them that he was the only reason they were still alive to see another day — and if they didn’t let up he’d lay it on thick, slide in next to Eddie, and bat his eyelashes, and drown in the sea of fake gags and endless complaints as he blamed true love’s kiss.

That was bound to keep the kids away for at least another week.

—

Bingo Prompts

[stevieschrodinger]

Baker Steve/Rock Star Eddie wrong number AU

Part One

Part Two

PART THREE

"It's like a TV show, but on YouTube."

"Right," Steve answers, half listening to Dustin's explanation, "so it, like what, has an air time, or whatever?"

"Yeah, like a series."

"And it's just, what, famous people playing dipshits and dickheads?"

"Steeeeeeeeeeeevvvvveeeeeeeeeeee why are you like this?"

"Dunno," Steve shrugs, trying to read a recipe online. Unfortunately that's resulted in his having to scroll past someones entire fucking life story and he's ready to give up and try and work out the dumb Oreo cake recipe himself, "just lucky, I guess."

Dustin drops his head on the kitchen counter like Steve is the greatest difficulty he's ever going to face.

"So why do you need to be here to watch this?"

"Because we all want to watch it together, the guests are Corroded Coffin, they all like, play, the whole band, it's so cool-"

"Corroded Coffin? Playing your nerd game?" Steve's interest leaks through before he can stop it, "I mean, like, I think I've heard of them?" The last thing he needs is the kids finding out he's been kind of friends kind of flirting kind of maybe wants to date the actual Eddie Munson.

Dustin looks at him skeptically, "yeah...so you-"

"You can all watch it here, it's fine...I'll make cookies."

Dustin's completely distracted by his own success, instantly whipping out his phone to inform the other kids. Steve's pretty sure their group chat is called 'No Steve's allowed' but he hasn't actually found out for sure yet.

Steve does bake cookies. All the kids are gathered around his smart TV, absolutely demolishing them while they wait for this thing to start. It's like, an actual channel, with intros and graphics and stuff, a logo that reads 'Final Roll.'

And there's Eddie and the band, sitting around a table with two dudes who must run the channel. They all have the bits of paper and dice and little figures that Steve's used to seeing when the kids commandeer his dining room table.

There's preemptive ramble, and Steve leans forward a little every time Eddie's in shot. He's relieved all the kids are all sitting in front of him and all glued to the TV, so he can ogle in peace. They do introductions, and then everyone introduces their characters.

"May I introduce Sir Steven, the half elf paladin," behind Eddie Gareth rolls his eyes so hard his whole fucking body moves. Steve can see him and Geoff mouthing something to each other. Steve can only assume it's because Eddie has named his character, presumably, after him, "he has a sworn oath to always protect those weaker than himself."

Steve's heart fucking melts.

Steve's phone is buzzing. He's prepared. He knows Eddie's back in the country, they've been talking for months. Steve's kind of done waiting, and he's ready to press his advantage. He's had this set up for a little while, just waiting for the right moment. He presses play, and then answers the phone.

"Hey Stevie how-...are you listening to Corroded Coffin?"

"Yeah, yeah," Steve turns it down, bomb dropped, trap sprung, advantage played, "the kids absolutely love them, they're trying to get me into them even though they're not exactly my thing."

"Right, ah, right, what do you, uhm, think?"

"Yeah. Still not my thing-"

"Oh."

"But I really like it when the lead guy sings."

"...yeah?"

"Yeah, not the like, shouty growly singing, I can't understand a fucking thing he's saying-" Eddie chuckles, "but like, the parts where he properly sings. I think he has a beautiful voice."

"I ah, well, I mean, I bet the, uhm, shouty bits are hard work, you know. I expect that takes a lot of, you know, practice. Hell on the throat. I imagine, I would guess anyway, I don't actually, like know-"

"No no, yeah, well, maybe he should just sing more then, save those vocal chords, or whatever. I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah?" Steve can practically hear Eddie blushing down the phone. Eddie's so cute when he goes shy.

"Yeah." There's a long beat of silence before Steve goes in for the kill, "the kids are trying to get me to go see them. They're in the states now, apparently. Will be playing a gig in Indie."

"Yeah they are- I mean, I assume they are, most bands, uhm, yeah-" And Steve is hardly holding it together, Eddie is such a bad liar, and he's trying so hard not to lie at all. Steve doesn't know how he;s keeping his tone normal and not letting the whole ass cat out of the bag.

"And the kids are absolutely itching to go, you know? But tickets man, they're all doing every chore they can find to get some extra cash, but tickets are pricey, and for eight of us? Because I'll need someone else to help me chaperone and, you know..."

"I. I might...know a guy. Maybe. Like, because of the band I might...know someone who can get you tickets."

"Seriously? Eddie that would be incredible, the kids will absolutely loose their shit."

"Yeah, ah, is your work email cool?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course of course, man, the kids are going to love you for like, forever."

And maybe I will too, Steve just about manages to keep the words inside.

@steves-yellow-cardigin @melodymeddler @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao

@superduckmilkshake @she-collects-smut @paintsplatteredandimperfect @resident-gay-bitch

[penny00dreadful]

Been working on some art pieces for my upcoming D&D au and I’m so EXCITED to share 🥰

[mcbridemascfem]

I love Trans men who are nerds ⭐️🍂

The Trekkies 🖖

The dnd fans 🐉🎲

The cowboys 🤠

The Greek mythology fanatics 🏛️🏺

The animation enjoyers 🎭

The comic book lovers 🕷️🦇

The sciencey ones 🧬🧪

The ones in a “girly” fandom 💕

The artist 🎨🖌️

The writers 📝

The gamers 👾

I love you 🫵

Your not cringe for being passionate about something 🫵

You deserve characters who are like you that get to be adored by the fandom 🫵

You deserve to have people love you at your nerdiest 🫵✨

You deserve to indulge in your interests while being able to transition 🫵💉

You deserve an economy that allows you to flourish 🫵

You deserve a country that makes education and hobbies accessible 🫵📚

Your amazing! 🫵✨

Keep geeking out!🌟

[katethetank]

Have y’all seen the thing on TikTok where couple are set up to arm wrestle for a bet and as soon as they’re ready, the woman will unzip her top to show off her boobs and immediatly beat her partner?

That has Dungeon Steddie written all over it.

Steve unzips his hoodie and Eddie instantly goes limp and can’t take his eyes off those hairy tits.

Yep, I just went ahead and wrote a little blurb of it

[steddieunderdogfics]

Late submission (?) for the kink discovery weekend.

"Moth to a Flame" LARP AU by GriefAbyss

Eddie teaches Steve DND and they get *really* into the roleplaying aspect.

Last Man Standing by GriefAbyss

@griefabyss69

Rating: Explicit

15,697 words, 3/3 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Characters Play Dungeons & Dragons, Eddie Teaches Steve D&D, Blowjobs, LARPing, Sexual Roleplay, Roleplay, Eddie Munson Lives, Tattoos, Fanart, Post-Vecna (Stranger Things)

Summary:

Steve asks Eddie to teach him how to play D&D. Eddie has no idea what's in store for him as Steve throws him for a loop, making the game into something that changes Eddie on a molecular level, if his dick is to believed. --Steve puts up a good fight, and Eddie puts up a fight that would make a wet sock look heroic in comparison. Eddie's only got five HP left when he changes tactics, not ready for his character to be dead already."Blood running down from under his hat, his gasping to catch his breath, winded from this battle, my character holds up a hand. He implores of you, 'Please, have mercy and spare me from death, let me continue on my journey and I shall give you my mace.', what do you do?"Steve blinks at him, surprise ebbing away as he mulls it over, pencil tapping against his chin.Eddie gets up to refill his glass with water, taking the time to stretch a bit as he waits."I hold the tip of my sword at his throat, looking him over," Steve says, catching his attention. He gives Eddie a little smirk, one that's barely there but is somehow way sexier than any other expression he's made before. "And I tell him, 'I'll spare your life under one condition'."

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[plistommy]

Steve and Eddie are definitely the annoying couple who keeps making out in front of everyone because they can’t keep their hands off of each other for too long.

Like, it’s a movie night for example and not even twenty minutes in and Steve’s already sitting on Eddie’s lap as they make out and let these small giggles that makes everyone hiss at them to shut the fuck up.

And when they play DnD, everyone real focused, there comes Steve bringing everyone some snacks and sodas and lord behold their beloved Master is already up and going to hug him like they weren’t just in the middle of a campaign.

Dustin gives them shit for it the most, but he secretly really loves them together. He just likes to be a dick.

[lab-trash]

"Alright, Steve. It's all up to you," Dustin said, clapping his hand on his friends shoulder.

Steve already knew that. In fact, he couldn't breath. He felt like he was going to throw up. It was too much pressure.

There was no one else by his side anymore, it was just him. He was alone. He had to save everyone and everything and he was alone.

"Steve," Eddie spoke up. "Relax." Steve kept breathing heavy, looking at him with confusion. "It's just a game, okay?"

Gareth looked at Eddie like he was crazy.

Just a game??? Eddie would never fucking say that.

"Eddie, what the hell, this—"

"Shut up," Eddie snapped. "Steve, it's okay. If something goes wrong, it doesn't matter. It's not important. It's just a game. Everything's gonna be okay after this, no matter what happens, got that?"

Steve's shaky breath slowed down and he nodded.

"Got it," He said. Eddie smiled at him.

Fucking hell. Eddie took D&D seriously. For him to say this shit... well, Gareth knew he had it bad for Steve.

[artiststarme]

A Grudge Be Held

Based on an enabling comment from @estrellami-1. Hope you guys like it and please leave me your opinions in the comments!

~*~*~*~

There are a few well known facts in the universe; the earth revolves around the sun, George Michael is gay, Tim Curry has sexy legs, and Eddie Munson holds grudges.

It wasn’t because he was a bad person or because he thought people were inherently bad, he’d just been through too much to waste his time on people that had already wronged him. He didn’t give more than one chance and if they fucked that up, well, they didn’t deserve another one.

He was usually lenient on what constituted a grudge to be held. Unless someone did something directly to him or someone he cared about, it didn’t really bother him and they certainly didn’t make his list. His parents were on there (because why wouldn’t they be?), Mrs. O’Donnell was on there because he was positive at least one of his failed senior years was due to her having a bone to pick with him, and Principal Higgins was on there too because fuck that guy.

Tommy Hagan was on the list because of a rumor started that made life hard for Eddie for awhile (it was true but needless to share), Jason Carver was on there now for starting a mob trying to kill him, and Billy Hargrove earned a spot for being an asshole to anything that moved.

A person that many people were surprised wasn’t on the list was Steve Harrington. The DnD party was shocked when they heard King Steve wasn’t an object of resentment in Eddie. But he’d never done anything out of malice to Eddie specifically. Where others saw confidence and pride, Eddie looked at a lonely and broken teen that was willing to do anything to fit in. He couldn’t hate him for that. And the time where Steve stood up for Eddie against Billy Hargrove at a drug deal gone wrong forever cemented him as a good guy in Eddie’s eyes.

After his experience with the Upside Down, psychic murders, and overall shitshow that was his Spring Break, Eddie and Steve got closer. Steve coerced everyone of authority to clear Eddie’s name with help from Robin, Nancy, and the passed Chief Hopper that apparently wasn’t actually dead. He housed Eddie and Wayne until they could find a new trailer that they could afford. Then he spent every waking moment making sure Eddie was alright and included as part of the group. In laymen’s terms, Steve saved his life.

So in true Eddie fashion, he made the internal dramatic decision that he would hold grudges on Steve’s behalf. He would be a guard dog of sorts, protecting and defending the love of his life his friend. What he didn’t consider was how difficult the task would be.

Through a new lens, Eddie saw that everyone walked all over Steve. The cashiers at the grocery store blatantly charged him extra, the customers at Family Video talked over him nearly every sentence in response to questions they asked, and teens on the street laughed at the scars in their view. Worse of all though, the Party didn’t respect him. Dustin and Mike told him several times a day how stupid he was, Nancy looked at him in pity and shut down all of his opinions, Lucas talked about not having sports in common with anyone right in front of him, and Robin kept blowing off their plans to hang with Vickie.

Through it all, Steve appeared fine. He smiled and nodded in all the right places but as soon as he thought the eyes moved on, his smile would slip to reveal something sadder. And so Eddie’s vengeance began.

He “accidentally” knocked over sales racks near the registers in the grocery store when they charged an extra $2 for milk. He keyed the cars of the teenagers that laughed at the evidence of Steve’s pain. When he saw Officer Callahan yacking at Steve for speeding, he picked up a dozen eggs and pelted the man’s house in revenge.

Dealing with the kids in the Party was trickier. His glares and barbed comebacks were clear enough for Nancy and Robin to change their ways. The kids though just weren’t observant enough to pick up on the clues Eddie tried to drop. One session of a campaign though, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

“I didn’t know there were dragons in the game. If you losers had told me there were dragons, I might’ve considered playing ages ago!” Steve exclaimed from his seat on the couch, intrigued eyes meeting Eddie’s.

Eddie smirked at him. “Oh yeah, Big Boy. You should know by now that I’m full of surprises.”

Steve blushed a little bit but as he went to respond, Mike interrupted. “Steve, you’re not even playing. You shouldn’t even be here much less interrupting the game!”

Steve’s flush turned pale and he shrunk into himself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can just uh, I can go. I’ll see you guys later.”

As he moved to get up though, Eddie stood and towered over the table.

“Wait Steve, you’re gonna want to see this part.” He glowered at Mike and rasped his voice to transition back to DM’ing. “A comet flies from the dragon’s cavern and lands on Sir Madeon. Roll for damage.”

“What the hell! No, you can’t do that!” Mike stammered with a dropped jaw.

“I just did, pipsqueak. Roll for damage or die trying.”

“14,” Mike muttered. He glared at Eddie then Steve before pouting in his seat.

“The comet is too large to escape from. Sir Madeon tries to run but he’s not fast enough to avoid the flying stone. It lands on his back in a fiery crumble. The intense heat eats through his flesh, bones, and organs at once leaving only his head and limbs intact, scattered amongst the rest of the Party. He dies a horrendous death and his friends are left alone with only the smell of charred remains to remember him by.” Eddie ends his tirade with a quirked eyebrow. That’ll show these little assholes what happens when they mess with him. A quick glance at Steve shows him excitement and surprise, he absolutely was not expecting that.

“What the fuck. This is supposed to be PG,” Dustin stares at Eddie in horror. “You really just killed a character in the middle of a campaign for Steve?”

“Roll stealth and damage.” Eddie tells him deadpan.

“God-fucking-dammit! Eddie, no, please…”

“Roll or face the consequences!”

“3 stealth, Nat-20 damage,” Dustin whispered with his face in his hands. The other kids watch Eddie in a mixture of confusion and aghastment. But Steve is beaming, teeth shining from ear to ear.

“The dragon hears your cries of grief and turns its burly head towards you. Its glimmering eyes reach the you and the rest of the Party and you see its scaled lips open in a human like smile. With a speed you could never have anticipated, it slithers toward you before standing on muscled hind legs and flapping its leathery wings. Its lips curl around a blue flame. The last thing you feel is a flash of ice before you see no more.

Your friends see you disappear into a pile of ash, the heat of the flame too powerful to escape. The dragon whips its tail towards the party while they stare at where you used to stand. Will the Wise can’t even list his magical staff before the weight of the tail crushes him to the ground in a pile of shattered bones and bloody sinnew.

Luther is impaled by one of the dragon’s back spikes and killed immediately. The light in his eyes fades and all he sees is a figure with a crown waving at him in the distance. Prince Stephen and his pet dragon prosper in the face of their trespassing adversaries once again but the only witnesses to the horror are erased from the Earth.”

The boys stare at him in shock while he arranges his papers and stands. “The end. Steve and I are going to the movies. You bitchasses aren’t invited and if you’re even a little bit nasty to Steve again, I’ll pulverize you in real life just like I killed you in the campaign. Think on that.”

With that, Eddie grabs the hand of a stunned Steve and drags him from the Wheeler’s basement. After that debacle, he’s sure that the kids have gotten their point. And now he’s got a movie to see with his main man.

(The kids absolutely get his point and moving forward are a lot nicer to Steve. And a little scared of how Eddie’s mind works.

Eddie holds a grudge against the kids for months and will still reference their comments when he sees fit for the rest of their lives or at least the rest of his.

And Steve? He starts dating his DM in shining armor a mere two hours later.)

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