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The Cost of Complicity

Summary: You're grappling with what Faust has done, and it's keeping you up at night. Things only get more complicated when you find out he's been celebrating the worst night of your life with his idiot friends. Takes place in the same AU as 'Coming Home After the Murder'.

You weren’t sleeping.

Ever since Faust had confessed to killing a stranger, you’d spent the next two nights tossing and turning. You’d been able to get a few hours on the night he’d come home covered in blood, but you’d been torn from sleep by nightmares of him being taken away in handcuffs and hadn’t gotten more than twenty minutes at a time since.

It was impossible not to look at him differently in the morning light.

You’d spent hours staring at the ceiling, trying to process what he’d told you, but you just kept coming back to his reasoning for it.

‘I wanted to know what it felt like’

You'd been so sure that Faust would never hurt you, but a week ago, you never would have guessed that he could kill someone, and that scared you.

He wasn't even sorry.

You couldn’t have seen it coming, and it made you wonder if he’d do it again.

Maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought.

Faust clocked the change in you the second he woke up.

You weren’t wrapped around him like you usually were in the mornings. Instead, you were blinking at the ceiling with a pinched brow, lost in thought.

He wanted to reach out for you, but stopped himself, full of guilt.

It took you a full five minutes to notice that he’d been staring at you and offered a weak smile, slipping out of bed without a word. You’d only stayed so he didn’t wake up in a panic thinking you’d left him.

If you’d had any sense, you might’ve.

But the love you had for Faust outweighed the shock and horror by a long shot. The realization only made you feel guilty.

A man was dead.

His family was probably just then waking up, wondering where he was.

Maybe they were already looking for him.

You spent the next hour in the shower with the door locked, curled up with your knees pulled to your chest, being pelted by the scalding hot water while you wept softly.

Faust could feel you pulling away.

You barely spoke. Couldn’t even look at him at some points in the days that followed, but every time he asked you about it, you just muttered a soft apology and offered a strained, obviously forced smile and a peck on the cheek.

The fear of what was looming settled in his chest like a lead weight.

You had dark bags under your eyes, and more often than not, especially after you emerged from the shower, they were bloodshot and red-rimmed. It was like the life had been sucked out of you and knowing that he was responsible made him feel like dirt.

Faust didn’t come home until the early hours of the morning two days after the night of the murder, and you found yourself terrified he’d come back covered in blood again.

It was too similar to that night and you’d gnawed your bottom lip bloody while waiting for him on the couch, hands trembling in your lap.

It was clear when he stumbled through the door that he’d been drinking.

He didn’t notice you right away and clumsily took off his boots.

As soon as the door shut, you were hit by the smell of smoke. It was so unexpected that you couldn’t help but cough.

The sound startled him, and he swayed, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Why do you smell like a campfire?” You frowned. “Where have you been?”

Internally you grimaced hearing the words come out of your mouth. You’d never wanted to be the girlfriend that obsesses over where their partner was, but your nerves were fried from the lack of sleep and you were scared after waiting up for him all night.

Faust opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking so panicked that it made your heart ache.

He’d done something.

That much was clear.

At least this time, it was smoke clinging to his clothes and not blood.

“Please don’t lie to me.” You breathed.

“Me and a couple of the guys burned a church.” He mumbled, but you managed to understand what he was saying.

“You burned a church.” You repeated the words back to him.

“They wanted to take me out to celebrate.” Faust spoke without thinking, loose lipped from the drinks he’d had with Varg and Euronymous.

“To celebrate?” Your heart sank into your stomach “To celebrate what? You killing someone?”

“Angel-”

You couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out of your mouth and looked just as shocked as Faust did at the sound.

But then, it didn’t stop.

You were laughing hysterically and Faust had no idea what to do about it.

You laughed so hard that you felt like you were choking on it.

The fit lasted for what felt like forever before your breathing slowed and the sound stopped.

You were breathing heavily and Faust was still frozen just inside the door.

“I’ve been sitting here, worried sick, and you’re out celebrating?” You were in disbelief, but there was a clear undertone of anger.

“Oh, you were worried?” He mocked, drunk, and immediately annoyed that you’d been ignoring him for days but now all of a sudden you’re worried “You couldn’t even fucking look at me this morning.”

You visibly flinched at the bite in his tone.

He’d never spoken to you like that.

Ever.

“You do not get to be upset with me for struggling with the fact that you killed someone out of nowhere.” You jabbed a finger in his direction, “I feel like I don’t even fucking know you anymore!”

“I already told you that I’m sorry.” He didn’t raise his voice, but the anger was there, and it scared you.

“You’re not sorry.” You scoffed, trying desperately not to start crying “if you were, you wouldn’t be out burning down churches or celebrating.”

“Maybe I just needed a break from the sulking.”

Your lips parted slightly, and he immediately regretted his words.

“You need a break?” You nodded curtly and pulled yourself to your feet.

Now, Faust wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen next.

He thought that maybe you’d lock him out of your bedroom or throw him out for the night. You were angry, and you had a right to be, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting. He was too drunk to be having these kinds of conversations. He knew that deep down, below the whiskey and the anger, he had no right to feel.

He’d sleep on the couch and apologize in the morning.

That was the new plan.

He nodded to himself and crossed the living room to flop onto the couch, but then you shuffled back out into the hall with a packed bag, and he felt his heart really start to race.

“What are you doing?” he breathed.

If you heard him, you didn’t react. You just started grabbing the important stuff. Your keys, your purse and your address book.

“Wait!” He lunged towards you, distraught as he realized what was happening. “Wait, wait, wait! Angel, please!”

“Don’t touch me.” You flattened yourself against the wall as if you thought he’d actually hurt you.

Maybe you did.

You didn’t know what you believed. You just needed to get out of there.

“Where are you going?” He stood in front of the door instead of grabbing you, heartbroken that you were scared of him.

“I’m giving you your break.” You shrugged, anything but nonchalant with the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Just like you wanted.”

“No, no, no.” He shook his head frantically, panicking, “I didn’t mean it! Angel, please, don't go! I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!”

“I don’t believe you.” Your voice was sharp “If you were really sorry, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Move, Faust.”

“When are you coming back?” You couldn’t take the puppy dog eyes and had to look at your shoes instead. “You are coming back, right?”

“I don’t know when.” You frowned.

“Can you at least tell me where you’re going?” His words were rushed, coming out strained as he fought back tears “So I can call you maybe?”

“Faust.” You tried to sound firm, but really, it fell from your lips as more of a plea. “Get out of the way.”

He thought about saying no.

Telling you that he didn’t think that you were thinking straight, but neither was he, so he didn’t have much room to talk.

He was terrified that he’d never see you again, but he stepped aside anyway.

“I love you.” He sounded so small. Like a scared child. It was breaking your heart, but you needed space badly.

“I love you too," you breathed. "And I really, really wish that was enough.”

You cast him one last, devastated look before ducking out the door.

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lucydixon · 21 hours ago

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ALSO I was just very not so discreetly asked what kind of rings I like.

I may be delusional, but the targeted ads on the tv tonight were all rings so somebody is looking 👀

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lucydixon · 22 hours ago

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To the haters who said from the beginning that 2 posts a day is unsustainable and crazy... Y'all were right, lol.

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lucydixon · 2 days ago

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Attempted Murder

This is part Eight of Welcome to Hellfire. You can find part one here.

Summary: You and Eddie get a little hot and heavy on your living room floor, then he cooks you dinner. Warning: Dry Humping, Liiiitle bit of dirty talk, Eddie busts in his pants.

You weren’t sure you’d ever been as turned on as you were sitting in Eddie’s lap on your living room floor.

He’d manhandled you into straddling him after some teasing, and you couldn’t be more thrilled by the position you found yourself in.

You were struggling to set the pace of the kiss, as if neither of you could decide whether you should take it slow or let the overwhelming want for one another take the wheel. It went from frantic to passionate and sloppy, then sped back up until you were mewling into the kiss.

Your hips rocked into his rhythmically, and his fingers dug into your skin so hard that you were sure they’d leave bruises.

“This is attempted murder.” Eddie muttered breathily into your mouth, “God, sweetheart, you’re gonna kill me if you keep doing that.”

“I can’t help it.” You whined and he felt the sound go all the way down to his dick, which twitched happily against your aching core. “It’s hot hearing you talk about your dorky game. Got me all worked up.”

You pulled his bottom lip into your mouth and swiped your tongue over it like you were some kind of kissing expert.

He groaned into the kiss and let his hands wander a little. They trailed up the sides of your waist so softly that it made you shudder, writhing under his touch like his hands on your skin alone could pitch you over the edge.

His hands slid up the back of your shirt, caloused and unsure, but firm. He pulled you even closer, and your back arched slightly, driving your hips further.

You both gasped softly, but didn’t stop.

The seam of your jeans paired with the thick, solid bulge beneath you were working wonders on your clit. Every roll of your hips sent pleasure coursing through your entire body.

You moaned, and Eddie’s grip on you tightened.

It was hard to focus on anything else.

It felt so fucking good and you weren’t even entirely aware of the sounds falling from your lips.

But Eddie certainly was.

He wasn’t a hundred percent sure what was happening, but it was very clear that you were enjoying yourself.

It was so fucking hot.

He was scared that he was going to cream his pants, but the prospect of being able to get you off without losing any of your clothes was too exciting to pass up, and he figured that the embarrassment would be overshadowed by the feeling of satisfaction that came with it.

Eddie started pressing hot, open-mouthed, sloppy kisses to the side of your throat, guiding your hips with his hands.

“Holy shit.” He groaned into your neck, “Is that good, sweetheart?”

“Really fucking good.” you panted, tugging on the roots of his hair “Fuck, I don’t think anything’s ever felt this good.”

His teeth grazed the skin at the base of your throat, where it met your collarbone, and you jolted in his lap.

“Hmmm,” He hummed into you, smiling mischievously “You liked that, didn’t you?”

He did it again and the whimper you let out had to be his favourite sound yet.

Tentatively, Eddie cupped his lips around the spot and sucked lightly.

“Fuck, Eddie!” You gasped, clinging to him.

“That’s it, Sweetheart, keep making those pretty sounds for me.” He muttered lowly. “Think I found your special spot.”

You were losing yourself in him, grinding your hips down recklessly while he dragged you over his throbbing length, grunting and groaning into your skin as he suckled and nipped at your skin, soothing the sting with his tongue, working you into a frenzy.

His name was falling from your lips like a prayer, increasing in frequency and pitch with every rock of your hips.

“Eddie,” You were practically babbling “Eddie, baby, you’re gonna make me-”

“Cum?” he whined, squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to not also pitch himself over the edge “I want you to.”

“Please,” He panted, struggling to keep even a shred of his composure “Please, please, please, cum for me.”

A low moan tore its way out of your throat, and your entire body seized up, clinging to him while your hips moved in jerky circles, riding your orgasm out with your face buried in his hair.

“Jesus, fuck.” he let out a breathy laugh, thrilled with himself despite the wet spot blooming in his jeans from his own inevitable release. “I think today is the best day of my whole life.”

“Yeah?” You chuckled, still limp and draped over him.

“Hell yeah!” he trailed his fingertips up and down your spine over his shirt absently while he rambled excitedly “I wake up with you in my bed, make my best batch of pancakes yet, somehow managed to snag you as my girlfriend, and now, I’ve been dry-humped into oblivion by my super hot girlfriend and all my D&D figurines witnessed it, so no one can call me a liar!”

“Who’s gonna call you a liar?” You laughed.

“That demigorgon over there is facing the wrong way” He pointed as if this were some very serious thing. As if the miniatures would start gossiping as soon as you left the room. “I think he’s doing it on purpose. Miserable bastard just can’t stand to see me win.”

For that, Eddie got a full-blown, head-thrown-back belly laugh from you.

You found it so funny that you almost rolled right out of his lap and onto the floor, but he somehow kept a tight hold on you despite his own laughter.

He loved your laugh.

It was real. Not just something to fill the air at the right parts in the conversation, or when you thought he’d want to hear it. No, you laughed when you found things truly funny and you didn’t seem to care how crazy you looked while you did it.

He couldn’t help but double down on today being the best day.

Not only because you agreed to be his girlfriend, or that he came in his pants with you in his lap, but the day that he, Eddie Munson, could say with absolute certainty, that he was completely, irrevocably, hopelessly in love with you.

You took turns showering despite the urge to ask Eddie to join you.

You were a little sensitive from practically rubbing your most sensitive flesh raw against his jeans, and figured that the first time that the two of you did shower together, you wanted to have some fun.

So, you went first and luckily, Eddie had a change of clothes or four in the back of his van.

He came out with wet hair and smelling of strawberries.

“You only have girly soap.” He grumbled as soon as he ventured back out into the living room, pouting cutely in a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else.

“Oh, you poor-” You started, but trailed off when your eyes got stuck on his bare chest and your mouth went dry.

Your thoughts drifted to the feeling of his tongue at the base of your throat, and you wondered if he’d like it as much as you had.

What kinds of sounds would he make?

God, you just wanted to sink your teeth into him and kiss his tattoos.

You’d obviously spent too long staring and were torn from your thoughts by the sound of Eddie clearing his throat, looking very amused.

“Fuck, sorry.” Your cheeks burned and you looked away, mortified to have been caught staring.

“Are you joking?” Eddie scoffed, rolling over the back of the couch to sit next to you with the grace of a baby giraffe. “Sweetheart, you can oogle me all day long. You won’t hear me complain, I promise.”

“Oh my god,” You groaned. Hiding your face in the blanket draped over your shoulders, “I was not oogling.”

“Sure you were.” Eddie teased, leaning right into you “You were looking at me like a piece of meat!”

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he poked your cheek lightly.

You huffed out a laugh and swatted his hands away.

“You still wanna learn?” He gestured to the D&D stuff scattered around the living room “We did not get very far. You were being very distracting.”

“I’m not gonna be able to focus.” you glanced over at his bare chest again, “Like, at all. Unless you’re gonna put a shirt on.”

“I’m very much enjoying how flustered you are.”

“Yeah, I bet you are.”

The two of you ended up watching a movie.

Well, talking through it really.

You’d started off sitting side by side, but as the conversation went on and the two of you got comfy. You melted into one another, and by the time the end credits were rolling, you were draped across Eddie’s chest, absently tracing his tattoos while you spoke softly. His fingers were threaded through your hair, gently combing through it.

“I’m starving.” He sat up suddenly, pulling you up with him, maneuvering you into his lap so he didn’t knock you right off the couch. “Are you not hungry?”

“I guess.” You glanced out the window and saw that the sun was setting and grimaced. “Yeah, we should probably eat something.”

“I hate to say it, but I don’t think I can do pancakes again.” Eddie sighed dramatically.

“Let me see what we’ve got.” You pulled yourself to your feet to rifle through the cabinets in the kitchen and felt Eddie follow you.

He was so close that you could feel his breath on the top of your head.

You chuckled under your breath, less annoyed than you thought you might be when he inevitably started tripping you up halfway to the kitchen.

Surely, one day, Eddie would do something that you found obnoxious, but at that point, everything he did was endearing. He was a little awkward and clumsy and dorky as all hell, but you were eating it up.

He reached over you and opened the cabinet.

“I know how to make Spaghetti.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

“You gonna cook for me, Munson?” You tilted your head back to look at him with a goofy little smile that melted his heart.

“Well that depends.” He hunched over to peck you on the lips “Are you gonna eat it even if it’s terrible?”

“Yes.”

“Then hell yeah.” he nodded decisively “I’ll make you the meanest Spaghetti you’ve ever had.”

“That’s tough talk.” You hummed, leaning back into his chest. “Do I get to help?”

“You get to watch.” Eddie picked you up unexpectedly and spun you around to sit you up on the counter “All you’ve gotta do is sit there and look pretty.”

“And maybe tell me where to find literally everything.” He glanced around the room in search of a pot.

“Bottom cabinet next to the fridge.” You chuckled, “Colander should be in there too.”

He dug around and pulled them both out, holding the colander out in front of him.

“What did you call this thing?”

“A colander?”

“This here, is a strainer.” He corrected, squinting at you suspiciously “Trying to trip me up with your fancy witch words.”

“Why would I do that?” You gasped playfully.

“I don’t know yet,” His head cocked to the side “But when I find out, you’d better watch it.”

You blinked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Watching Eddie cook you dinner felt so domestic and homey that it made your heart hurt.

He fed you spoonfuls of sauce and blew on them first to make sure that you didn’t burn your mouth and danced around the kitchen like a madman, making the biggest mess any living soul could have possibly made while cooking something as simple as spaghetti, but he’d promised you something good and fuck, was it ever.

“This is really fucking good, Eddie,” You hummed appreciatively, sitting so close to him at the table that your knee was hooked over his leg.

“It helps that you buy the fancy sauce in the jar instead of Ragu,” His ears warmed.

“I’ve made it with just the sauce before, and it’s never tasted like this.” You leaned into him, not thinking anything of it. “You did good, baby. You’re practically a Michelin-star chef.”

He didn’t expect your praise to hit him so hard, but it did.

Eddie didn’t hear a lot of praise, in any area of his life, really.

His grades were bad enough that he was on his third attempt at graduation, his band exclusively played for a small crowd of drunks, and being a dungeon master was something he was very passionate about, but he didn’t necessarily hear verbal appreciation for. He knew that hellfire liked what he planned for them. He could see it on their faces every time they played together, but hearing the words ‘you did good’ falling from your lips had him buzzing.

You made him feel like he could do anything.

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lucydixon · 2 days ago

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hi bestie i hope you’re doing well 🖤 is there anything we can do to help you with inspiration?

I'm doing alright, thank you, love! I really have no idea. I don't know if it's more of a smut slump or a fandom slump, but the desire to write for LOC and Rory characters is still there. I'm just struggling to get anything finished. A solid 90% of my asks are smut, so maybe some fluff or angst requests? Headcanons are always easier than one-shots, so if any of y'all can think of some good headcanon requests, I'm all ears.

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lucydixon · 4 days ago

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When can we have Occultus one shots???

I don't think I'm gonna do one shots for him! I have dating headcanons just barely started, but idk when I'll feel inspired to finish them.

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lucydixon · 4 days ago

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Next part of the Eddie thing 🙏🙏

Here it is, bestie

Happy Reading <3

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lucydixon · 4 days ago

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Girlfriend?

This is part seven of Welcome to Hellfire. You can find part one here.

Summary: You meet Uncle Wayne, and Eddie has a bit of a slip-up in his excitement.

You woke up to the smell of bacon and realised that again, you’d forgotten to eat more than pancakes the day before.

A soft huff left your lips when your arms reached out for Eddie, but instead found cold sheets and an empty bed. Your eyes scanned the room as if you thought he might be standing there waiting for you to wake up. Instead, you found nothing but posters and vinyl.

You laughed softly at the Duran Duran album Eddie had flung across the room after wrestling it out of your hands. It had landed in one of the open drawers of his dresser, surrounded by band t-shirts and ripped denim.

After stretching and letting out a dramatic, soft sound as if it were the first time you’d moved in days, you managed to convince yourself to crawl out of bed.

You were halfway across the room when you heard the muffled sound of a conversation in the kitchen and froze.

Someone else was out there with Eddie. You weren’t sure who, but figured it was his uncle and decided that you didn’t want to meet him with no pants on.

Back in your yoga pants from the day before, and still wearing Eddie’s shirt, not yet willing to give up being surrounded by the smell of him, you smoothed your hair in the mirror and ventured out into the hallway.

Eddie was dramatically and loudly telling a story while standing over the stove and waving a spatula around animatedly.

“And then she whispered to the D-20 and tossed it with all the grace in the godamn world, and Wayne, I’m telling you-” He cut himself off when he saw you and beamed, “Good morning, beautiful!”

Your cheeks warmed a little when you glanced over at the gruff-looking man sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hands. He had yet to look up at you, and you weren’t sure if he’d even been listening to Eddie before you got there.

“Morning Eds,” Your lips curled into a warm smile anyway.

You’d never called him anything but Eddie until that moment, and the realization had his chest blooming with warmth.

Finally, he peered over the paper, and Wayne couldn’t help but look the slightest bit amused, watching the two of you stare at eachother like the lovesick teenagers that you were.

He cleared his throat, and you both flinched.

He looked far softer now that you'd gotten a good look at him. The Munson men had more in common than you’d originally thought.

You could tell right away that Wayne was hard and intimidating on the outside but soft as all hell on the inside, just like Eddie.

“Oh, right!” Eddie gasped, rushing to pull out a chair for you at the table, kissing the side of your head when you sat down. “Sweetheart, this is my uncle Wayne.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Munson.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake and introduced yourself, smiling politely.

Both of the Munson men blinked at your outstretched hand for a moment, and Eddie couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” Your smile faltered, but your hand stayed where it was.

“He’s just bein’ an idiot,” Wayne grumbled, shaking your hand firmly. “S’just Wayne, hun.”

“Well, then, nice to meet you, Wayne.” You nodded, looking so comfortable sitting there with him that the old man immediately understood why his nephew liked you so much.

There weren’t a lot of people who would be caught dead speaking to a Munson. Yet, here you were, looking at Eddie like he’d hung the moon and eyes full of respect while you met the man who raised him.

You’d even made cookies, so you didn’t show up empty-handed, just like you were visiting any old home and not their rusted, tin can of a trailer.

“Cookies were good.” He felt the need to say, and you beamed.

Eddie slid a plate with two plain pancakes and a few strips of bacon on it in front of you and another in front of Wayne before grabbing his own and dragging his chair so close to yours that Wayne had to chuckle, only half hidden by his newspaper.

The two of you bumped knees under the table and kept looking at one another with goofy smiles between bites.

“Your folks okay with you bein’ here?”

You froze, and Eddie shot his uncle an exasperated look, as if he was supposed to know it was a touchy subject.

“Yeah- well, no, but they would be.” You recovered quickly, clearing your throat. “My dad’s out of town for work.”

“For how long?” Wayne frowned.

What kind of parent just leaves their kid at home by themselves? Eddie was very much an adult despite still being in high school, and still, he couldn’t imagine going more than a few days without seeing him, even if it was just in passing.

“Awhile.” You shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Should stay here so you’re not alone,” The eldest Munson offered without a second thought.

Your eyes darted up to Eddie, who didn't even look a little surprised.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Wayne, I don’t wanna put you out.” You rushed, “I’m used to it. And, I’m an adult. I mean- I’m nineteen, so really, it’s fine.”

“Wouldn’t be puttin’ us out,” he waved you off dismissively and nodded towards his nephew, “Might even keep this one outta trouble.”

“Hear that, Sweetheart?” Eddie leaned into you, sounding far too amused, “Need you to keep me outta trouble.”

“I couldn’t-”

“You could.” Eddie

“You two figure it out.” Wayne grunted, pulling himself to his feet, “M’goin’ to bed.”

“Nice to meet you!” You called after him as if you weren’t just stressing over intruding in their home.

“You’re nineteen?” Eddie asked as soon as you were alone.

“Yep.” You nodded absently, gathering the plates to set down in the sink with the intention of washing them before you left.

“Little elderly for high school, no?” He remarked, “Are you a secret fellow flunkee, or what?”

“I took a year off before we moved here.” Your response was stiff, so he dropped it.��

“What’s the big deal with you staying? We’d be sleeping here most of the time anyway.” Eddie poked your cheek to draw your attention back to him. “Wayne likes you.”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, swatting his hand away. “I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage.”

“Sweetheart.” He draped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “He doesn’t. He can’t help himself. The man loves taking in strays.”

“He didn’t seem very surprised to see me,” you commented, smiling teasingly and clearly wanting to change the subject. “You sure you’re not bringing girls home every weekend?”

“Maybe I just couldn’t shut up about you all morning.” He shrugged noncommittally, but you could hear the truth in his words, “I think he’s in shock that I managed to bag such a pretty girlfriend-”

He froze.

It had just slipped out.

He knew that you weren’t his girlfriend. Wasn’t sure you even wanted to be. But inside his head, you already were, even three days in.

You weren’t saying anything and it was freaking him out.

“I just mean- I-” He didn't even know what he was trying to say and sighed in defeat. “Fuck.”

“Girlfriend, huh?” You teased. “Is that what I am? What you told Wayne?”

Really, he’d done much worse. He’d told Wayne that he was in love, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Oh my god,” He groaned, pulling away from you to rest his head on the kitchen cabinets dramatically. “Just kill me.”

“No way.” You laughed, headbutting his shoulder blades like a cat against an outstretched hand.

God, you were so fucking cute.

“Come back here,” you urged.

“You’re laughing at me.” He grumbled, still hiding.

“Only a little.” You tried to stop the laughter. “Eddie, would you just look at me, baby?”

The pet name immediately drew his attention, and he turned around, looking at you with slightly widened eyes.

“What?” You bit back a grin, cupping his cheek in your hand, still far too amused. “Can’t call my boyfriend cute little names?”

“Huh?” He breathed, eyes somehow wider than before with disbelief, “You’re not weirded out?”

“Not really.” You shrugged. “I think it’s sweet, actually. Sickeningly so.”

“My teeth are practically rotting from the sweetness of it all.” You were smiling like you meant it.

“So, what? That’s it?” His face curled into a goofy smile. “I just have a girlfriend now?”

“It appears so,” You nodded solemnly, biting back a grin.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” Eddie grabbed your face and kissed you suddenly. Hard, yet gentle before pulling back and staring into your eyes, “Careful, sweetheart. Keep talking like that and you’ll never get rid of me.”

“Oh, no!” You gasped in mock horror, eyes full of mirth, as you pecked him on the lips. “How terrible it’ll be to be fed pancakes every morning. How will I possibly survive?”

“You’re so dramatic.” Eddie rolled his eyes, but you could see that he loved it.

“This, coming from the most theatrical Dungeon Daddy out there?” You raised a brow, then smirked when his cheeks went red immediately.

“It’s like you’re trying to kill me.” He groaned, narrowing his eyes at you playfully, “Quit calling it that!”

“Okay, fine.” You sighed breathily, “I’ll never say it, ever again.”

“Well, hold on.” Eddie paused, a flash of horror striking his features. “Let’s not get hasty here. “

You burst into laughter, trying hard not to be too loud so Wayne could get some sleep.

“You’re evil,” He grumbled with no bite, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Truly.”

“Not sick of me yet?” You sighed once you stopped laughing, gazing up at him innocently.

“Not a chance.” He scoffed immediately, “You sick of me?”

“Never.”

You were afraid you’d keep Wayne up if the two of you hung out in the trailer all day, so you and Eddie hauled all his D&D stuff into his van and made the trip to your place to set it all up in the living room.

You’d been dead serious when you’d said you wanted to learn, and he was eager to teach you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Eddie gasped dramatically after your lips grazed his throat while he was explaining the basics. “Let’s keep it professional here, sweetheart!”

You’d been sitting in his lap, which had been a terrible decision in hindsight, but he’d pulled you into it when the two of you had sat down, and even then, despite it being beyond distracting, he wouldn’t have done anything differently.

It was hard not to get worked up listening to him. He was just so passionate about the game, and it was doing things to you. His neck was right there, and you were very much ready to do a little more than kissing if he was.

You knew that things were moving a little fast between the two of you, but you did some quick math inside your head to rationalize your affection and deduced that the two of you had spent somewhere around 72 hours together.

If the average date lasted 3 hours, then the two of you had basically been on 24 dates by that point.

That was plenty serious as far as you were concerned.

You could feel him getting hard. The bulge in his jeans dug into you from below, hard and insisted against the tender flesh of your ass.

If he could see your face, he’d see the look of mischief in your eyes.

Eddie wasn’t sure if you were doing it on purpose, but you started squirming in his lap. His fingers dug into your hips, unsure if he wanted to keep you from moving or drag you along at a pace he liked.

After a few minutes of torture, he heard a breathy laugh fall from your lips, so soft that he’d barely heard it.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” He huffed. “Quit it.”

“If you really want me to, I will.” You muttered, freezing in place.

A low whine fell from his lips before he could stop it.

“Hmmmm,” He could hear the teasing smile tugging at your lips as you hummed.

You stayed still, but Eddie was quickly losing his composure.

Eventually, he gave in and pulled you up to straddle him, staring down at you intensely once you were facing him.

“You’re being a menace.” He told you.

“I think you like it.” Your voice was a little shaky under his stare, and you felt your panties dampen.

He looked so serious and, God, the way he’d manhandled you into the position he wanted was so fucking hot.

“I do.” He muttered lowly, not breaking your stare for anything. “But you’re fraying at my willpower here, Sweetheart. I don't think you realise just what you’re doing to me.”

You swallowed hard.

Sure, you were a virgin, but you weren’t a prude. You thought about sex just as much as any other person your age. You’d just never liked anyone enough until now to even want to try it.

But fuck, you wanted him.

Bad.

You weren’t sure you’d ever wanted anything so badly.

“Why don’t you show me, then?” You breathed, rocking your hips a half-inch. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

Eddie made a growling sound low in his throat and pulled you flush against him.

Your lips collided, and you melted into one another.

Part 8

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Hii can we have Fenriz (From LOC) head cannons 😀

Bestie, I fear that all I know about this man is that he's got no eyebrows.

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Time for the weekly AMA! You can go off the post or make up your own questions. As always, I will answer anything that won't reveal my identity in a Google search.

The Ultimate List of 100 Questions

Lighthearted and Fun Questions

If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

What’s your favorite TV show that you can binge-watch over and over?

If you could travel anywhere on Earth, where would you go and what would you do?

What’s your guilty pleasure song that always gets you dancing?

If you were stranded on a deserted island and could have only one item, what would it be?

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor, and do you prefer it in a cone or a cup?

Who’s your celebrity crush, and what would you say if you met them?

What’s the weirdest food you’ve ever tried, and would you eat it again?

If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future, and why?

What’s your favorite way to spend free time on the weekends?

Getting to Know Each Other Better

What’s your favorite book, and how has it impacted you?

What was your dream job when you were a child, and is it still your dream?

What’s your biggest pet peeve, and why does it bother you so much?

Do you have a favorite family member, and what makes your relationship special?

What’s one piece of advice you would give to your younger self?

What’s your love language, and how do you prefer to receive affection from friends?

What are three things on your bucket list that you want to accomplish?

What’s your favorite season of the year, and what do you love about it?

What’s the best gift you’ve ever received, and who gave it to you?

If you could live in any fictional world, which one would you choose and why?

Deep and Thoughtful Questions

What does your perfect day look like from start to finish?

What’s a personal goal you’re currently working towards?

How do you handle stress and maintain your mental health?

What’s the most meaningful conversation you’ve ever had with someone?

What do you think is the most important quality in a friendship?

What’s your biggest fear, and how do you confront it?

If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

What’s a significant life lesson you’ve learned recently?

How do you define success, and do you feel successful?

What’s something you’re passionate about that you’d like to share with others?

Fun and Random Questions

If you were a character in a movie, who would you be and why?

What’s the strangest dream you’ve ever had?

If you could switch lives with one person for a day, who would it be?

What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re feeling down?

Do you have any hidden talents or skills most people don’t know about?

What’s the last time you laughed so hard you cried, and what was it about?

If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?

What’s your favorite childhood memory?

If you could meet any historical figure, who would it be and what would you ask them?

Questions About Life and Experiences

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received, and who gave it to you?

How do you handle difficult situations or challenges in life?

What’s a skill you’d love to learn, and what’s holding you back?

What does happiness mean to you?

How do you stay motivated when pursuing your goals?

What’s a cause or issue you’re passionate about and why?

Have you ever had a life-changing experience? What happened?

What’s the most valuable lesson you’ve learned from a mistake?

How do you balance work, personal life, and hobbies?

What role does faith or spirituality play in your life?

Questions About Relationships and Emotions

What’s your love language, and how does it affect your relationships?

How do you express appreciation for your loved ones?

What’s one thing you wish people understood about you?

How do you deal with conflict in relationships?

What’s the most important quality you look for in a friend or partner?

How have your past relationships shaped who you are today?

What makes you feel most supported and cared for?

Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not?

What’s your biggest relationship deal-breaker?

How do you maintain strong connections with family and friends?

Fun Hypothetical Questions

If you could have any animal as a pet, regardless of practicality, what would you choose?

What’s a superpower you wouldn’t want to have?

If you were a superhero, what would your name and costume look like?

Would you rather be able to speak every language or play every musical instrument?

If you won the lottery tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d do?

What’s a fictional character you wish you could meet in real life?

If you could live in any era of history, which one would you choose and why?

What’s a food combination that sounds weird but you absolutely love?

If you could teleport anywhere right now, where would you go?

Would you rather explore the depths of the ocean or outer space?

Questions About Favorites and Preferences

What’s your favorite movie of all time, and what makes it so special?

Do you have a favorite podcast, and why do you enjoy it?

What’s your favorite place to relax and unwind?

What’s your favorite thing about your best friend?

Do you prefer reading books or watching movies, and why?

What’s your favorite kind of music or artist?

Do you have a favorite quote or saying that inspires you?

What’s your favorite holiday, and how do you like to celebrate it?

What’s your favorite season, and what do you enjoy doing during that time?

What’s your favorite way to stay active or exercise?

Questions About Personal Growth and Goals

What are your top three personal goals for the next five years?

How do you measure personal success?

What’s a habit you’d like to break or develop?

What motivates you to keep pushing forward during tough times?

How do you approach learning new things?

What’s a career or field you’d like to explore more deeply?

How do you stay focused on your long-term goals?

What does self-care look like for you?

How do you handle criticism or feedback?

What’s a challenge you’ve overcome that you’re proud of?

Thought-Provoking and Deeper Questions

What do you think is the meaning or purpose of life?

How do you define true happiness?

What’s a question you’ve always wanted to ask but never had the chance?

Do you believe everything happens for a reason, or do we create our own fate?

How do you cope with the uncertainties of life?

What impact do you want to have on the world or those around you?

How do you handle feelings of doubt or insecurity?

What’s one thing you think people misunderstand about you?

If you could give one piece of advice to everyone in the world, what would it be?

What legacy do you hope to leave behind?

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