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I've been rather busy with grad school projects lately (and it'll probably last a bit longer), but recently a friend surprised me with some gift art of my dnd lad and his own. Since the campaign has been put on hold (and also wanting to scribble another idea related to it), I had an itch to scratch.
This is a "what if" redesign of my boy, alongside some of my personal scribbles I've done of him over the past few months that I'm still fond of
So a bit of exposition!
I say "what if", 'cause Tint here is a special case where his design was intentionally left untouched, or well, intended to keep his outfit and general look the same as my art style matured. Reason why is that I wanted to keep it consistent with his ongoing campaign, and I found it fun to draw things as it developed. So any different takes of him I did (which there is at least one of, that being his Metronome look) was like an AU or was what actually part of the campaign, which you'll see with all the scribbles below.
Though the thing was that back then, I made Tint as more so a one-time, hypothetical character. At the time, I actually didn't think I'd ever get the chance to play dnd 'cause of constraints I had (how wrong I was). But hearing a couple of friends talk about how fun it was for them, I basically made him just to imagine that "what if" (just noticed that that first sketch was actually posted here, and yeah I even said it was a hypothetical on the canvas, hah).
Because of that though, I went for a rather basic design: purple tunic, round glasses, long scarf. Fun fact: foxfolk was picked mostly just because I was comfortable drawing it after scribbling Note and Clef so much (and magic seemed rather fitting for a fox given the ethereal side of folklore involving them). I still like him since I grew attached to playing him, don't get me wrong! But now that I know a good bit better on anatomy & character design, and Tint's story took shape, I figured it'd be fun to explore what he'd look like if I were to redesign him.
As a tangent, gosh it's so surprising to me how my ability to do anatomy and structure on a character has grown in just the past couple of years. Not to say I dislike it, but I conditioned myself to only be capable of drawing that style consistently. I think I only could've had this growth because of the friends and inspirations I slowly learned from.
And yeah! There's a lot more intent on his palette being themed around light or radiance (and I've been informed it looks reminiscent to the colors on Isaac from Golden Sun, which is a funny coincidence), and hopefully he looks more adventurous yet studious type of mage!
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#aesthetic#fashion#ocs#dnd#Dungeons and Dragons#at it again#it being blorbing#i'm also almost out of scheduled drawings :^) if you see too much mars it's bcs he's just quickier to draw#happens when the blorbo is printed in the back of my eyes#am sorry tho#(jk next art is another blorbo)#but i do have another mars art i'm hoping to finish before sunday
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I carried this thing for MONTHS with the EXPRESS PURPOSE of putting Raphael in it (knowing full well Larian wouldn't let me do that, mechanically) and I had one major miscalculation.
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#Ok I'm gonna ramble in the tags about all this get ready:#I KNEW Larian wouldn't let me actually pull this off but I PROMISE you that stupid flask sat in my inventory since the moment I grabbed it#WAITING for when I could write this little bit about putting Raphael in it#I even threw it at him in the fight with a 30% hit chance and it succeeded so I considered that Larian giving me permission to say it workd#But as I was reading up on it again when I was sketching this I saw the bit about native planes and I cried LMAO. But it's dnd-#so I rewrote is as it would've happened in a game. U kno.#Also I have been waiting to use that fox line for SO LONG bc of Croissant's dad being a fox-like fey creature#So much backstory that's slotted in PERFECTLY with the BG3 narrative#Anyway absolutely wild that we managed to take out this ancient powerful devil - and on the first try!#Lae'zel with a potion of speed did WORK. Gale came in clutch with hold monster. Astarion gave Raph stage fright. Croissant made him dance#(I'm pretty sure he just doesn't have a dance animation in ascended form lol)#Hope didn't even need to use divine intervention - this party is terrifying#Croissant hated him but in the end I loved Raphael I see why all you people like him#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#act III spoilers#house of hope#croissant adventures#tav#raphael#lae'zel#iron flask#comics#ALSO shoutouts to you if you both noticed and knew which worthikids animation I borrowed the expression in panel 5 from
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#im bitching in the tags abt the nostalgic nintendo yter sue me. sorry if this is how you learn. its rambling at this point.#yes this is about chuggaaconroy. man u fucked up big time!! IT'S CHUGGAACONCLUDED FOR YOU MAN.#tfw ur comfort youtuber you've been watching since you were a 12 year old has a mountain of allegations +#+ proven testimonies about him being a freak w women online and making them VERY uncomfortable w kink rp and disrespecting boundaries#i started watching him during super mario sunshine and had been a fan since. he inspired me recently to pick up BW/B2W2 on DS again.#the motherfucker that got me into game series i would have had no interest in if shown it at face value (xenoblade!! ily!!!!)#i took emily's stuff at as it was given and wanted to wait for more to come out bc she said there were others. then the 2 vtubers came out.#then Masae. She has nothing to lie about with him. She + Antdude + Werster + NCS + Jon have NOTHING to gain from talking about this.#she was his roommate!! and his current roommate NintendoCapriSun is confirming that this all happened!!#CHUGGA GOT CAUGHT IN 4K TOO. he flirted w her during a dnd campaign + the stephenvlogs videos with her in them she looks SO uncomfortable.#i feel so bad for all the artists + fan artists for his most recent LP too. they 100% do not want to be associated with THAT i guarantee.#but ya no longer a fan. hope everyone around him can get proper help + support. TLDR never have idols. you will always be disappointed.
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;-; food poisoning again...
#shouldnr have pushed it with the ham being on day 6#just hoping my stomach is more okay tomorrow so it doesnt mess with dnd#humiliating that this happened again when I swore to be more careful
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i want to wrap my youngest brother in a forever cocoon of dance parties and hugs and reading the books he likes where he and I can live forever and ever because this child doesn't deserve a single bad thing to ever happen in his life
#for context:#he's little‚ in kindergarten‚ and was recently diagnosed with adhd (although we had already pretty much known) so while his dr is trying to#find the right meds for him he's struggling with the adjustment period and focusing in general#and this beautiful sunshine boy calls me on video chat and asks if i can help him finish his dnd character sheet we started last week#because he's very excited about the dnd campaign and wants to get his sheet finished like my other siblings (both several yrs older)#and so we're working through the sheet and we're talking and im explaining the math and i keep having to try and redirect his attention#because he's sitting in our kitchen and there's a lot happening around him and he's distracted (which i totally get and think is so valid!)#and so i told him#hey‚ if you can't focus right now and we need to circle back to this‚ i can wait. im free tonight and tomorrow night‚#call me when you're ready to finish and are feeling able to focus again#and he said okay and then in the saddest voice ever he apologized for not being able to pay attention and I just#my heart BROKE for him#because he's so smart! and kind!! and it's okay that he cannot focus on dnd right now‚ he's doing his best!!!#and i told him as much‚ promised i wasn't mad or frustrated or anything and told him i loved him and hoped he had a good night#but i just feel so bad that he internalized him not being able to pay attention as his fault#i just want to protect him forever and ever#idk if anyone has any tips on little kids w adhd‚ plz lmk‚ i want to be a resource and source of support for him 🫶
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dnd time yippee 🥳
#last time I came back from dnd my tumblr dash was on fire let’s hope that doesn’t happen again <33#stella rambles#if anything does happen though just.. idek send me an ask or dm lol I hate being out of the loop
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#aren't hyperfixations funny like. i must think and talk about this all day everyone i know should also watch this#and then WAIT ACTUALLY having someone watch/listen etc can feel terribly vulnerable or anticlimactic#or like some of the joy of ohmygod secret new thing just for me disappears right?? bc then it's a Thing#(at least for me all of these can happen to varying degrees for different things?)#and it's just interesting to witness it with friends as well like we watched one of my friends' dnd show today#and she's so down to earth and laidback but she was definitely having conflicting emotions about it i think#and then she was like we'll watch your mafia show too im curious!! and i love her#and also yes/no/yes/no/yes yk? (probably yes HSJSHS)#please read this as lighthearted im just musing but yk#and then getting into your friends' hyperfixations also always feels a bit like intruding while also being exhilarating and fun#and idk it's just interesting to see it go back and forth and i hope im okay about it both ways#(if not please tell me dhdjdjjd)#but yeah!#again this sounds so serious it's all good dhsjshdh and i maybe seem possessive or something and no i wanna share (and by god do i GSHSHS)#you just notice your own/others' reactions and it's Something#ive now repeated myself enough times g'night i hope you're all well <3#tell me about your most recent hyperfixation or interest/fandom if you want <3
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I'm annoyed that I have gifts for two different online friends that ghosted me, that I'll never be able to give them now.
I made one a painting of a story they were writing, and the other friend I'd annotated a book of flower meanings where I marked flowers that reminded me of them, since they loved flower symbolism. I don't want to throw these away because I worked so hard on both of them, they took hours, but at the same time like... Idk, what else am I going to do with them? They're unique gifts, made personalized for those specific people. I can't just gift them to another person. I suppose I can still use the book and throw out the annotations because I made them on sticky notes, but that'd just be throwing out 90% of the gift anyway. It'd be like if I somehow washed the watercolor off that painting, it'd just be paper again.
I'd planned to meet both of these people in person one day. I'd made them with the purpose of them being physically given when we met. Hell I just found out I'm going to England next year, and if I was still friends with one of these people I would've been able meet them. We would've been online friends for 5 years by then, and we would've finally been able to meet and see each other for the first time. We could've planned something fun to do together, even if it was just hanging out and talking in a Cafe all day.
But they stopped enjoying talking to me. Apparently for no reason other than that "we're different people now". Which apparently means they had to block me and never speak to me again. And the other friend, I don't even KNOW why they left, they just did.
I feel like every day I realize more of what I lost when they left. I have so many things that remind me of them both. I still enjoy all the things they introduced me to, and eventually I won't associate flowers or certain songs or podcasts with these people, but right now it just sucks. Right now I have gifts that won't ever be given and songs that used to make me smile.
Ik this all sounds dramatic n shit but I just really miss them right now. I really thought these were people I was going to talk to, at least occasionally, for the rest of my life. And what sucks so much is that even if they came back, if they decided they wanted to be friends with me again for some reason, I wouldn't want them back. I don't want to hang out with people who think it's okay to just completely ghost someone they're close to with no explanation, I don't want to be friends with someone who thinks being "different people now" is grounds enough for a dramatic friendship breakup text and blocking me on everything because if we grow apart apparently that means we can never speak to each other again.
I don't want to be friends with people who don't want to be friends with me. And yet I'm still so fucking angry and sad that they're gone.
#venting#vent#tw venting#marko rants#stupid friendship problems#I'm really glad I have new friends now#I have my DnD group and they're all really cool#I love each of them so much#and I really really really hope that this shit doesn't happen again with any of them
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stages of creating my dnd character for this mini campaign
oh I'll play a dark elf monk that'll be fun!! and I'll make them bright bubbly and a little naive since you don't normally see dark elves portrayed that way !!! and I'll be a noble since I never play nobles!!!! new things!!
oh we're playing in xorhaus!! okay well I've never really done anything in wildmount before but hey new things!! and the dm knows the lore so I can double check for stuff I dont know. itll be fineee
I'll just look up cities in xorhaus and be noble in one of those!! this cant go wrong
oh okay this is promising!! the guy in charge of this city is a drow I'll be related to him!! oh yeah DM his name is *checks wiki* verin Thelyss!! :D
What Do You Mean This Is A Major Plot Thing
Who Is Essek Thelyss DM
okay well apparently the guy I stumbled into at random is the brother of a major plot npc who is really important but like. the DM seems excited about it. he likes this Essek guy and having plot stuff pre set up is cool so I guess we're going with it!!!
okay so my character will be the younger sibling of these guys, sure cool!! I'll look into them a bit and try to think of what our family relationships are like and characters dynamics and such :)
aw man I made it angsty damnit
#it was completely accidental but it turned out so well#like imagine your dad goes missing in a cave after a fight with your brother and you are barely old enough to know why those things connect#then you grow up and your brother blames himself so since he is so smart he must be right so you blame him too because young kids copy#but you don't mention it because if you mention it you might fight and you don't want your brother to go away forever#like it got SO SAD#they love each other so much and its so complicated and they are never gonna talk about it#even if talking about it might make the problem better#precisely because they love eachother#and also imagine you are grown up now and your brother is a traitor and he dissappeared even though you didn't fight about anything#and now you kind of want to fight but you cant because hes NOT HERE#so you try to become even more well known then he was#you try to eclipse everything he's done and you feel like its impossible but the moon covers the sun even though the suns so much bigger#so maybe if you get close enough in perspective it will look like you covered it#and your other brother wont have to have so much pressure on him#because you can take all the eyes of the empire and make them blind to him so he can be your big brother again#and you just want to erase your oldest brother from history and make him look like a footnote next to you#because you cant fight him so you will be better then him#and then you'll feel better#(hopefully probably maybe)#and maybe in your dreams you're hoping you'll do something so good that the bright queen will offer you a reward of anything you wish#and you can have your brother pardoned and he can come see you again#and you tell yourself its so you can fight him#but if it ever happened you would probably just hug him#bacause if he came back and you fought he might dissappear again#my dnd characters#anyway they were so fun
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My current dm just said our campaign is set to end before the end of the year.
I hope this nigga is aware that with how often everyone is constantly canceling we’ll straight up never play a session again
This is why I’m looking for another group 😞
#I was holding out hope that maybe after the end of the year period everyone would get their shit together and be more ready to play#that’s not even gonna happen apparently#I’ve decided that we genuinely probably aren’t gonna play another game ever again#I’m so sad because I actually love my dm#I’m gonna miss his beautiful voice and vibrant personality#I had so much fun with him#i wholeheartedly don’t feel anything negative or positive about the other party members because I actually didn’t interact with them#at least not that much#rip to them I guess??#dungeons and dragons#dnd
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help I got way too into homebrewing dnd stuff and now I can’t sleep
#i think I might be coming down with a cold too which sucks#but I made up an entire dnd race on the spot. wrote 2 pages of lore and figured out balancing. it was SO fun#and I’m also helping one of my players adapt a monster to a playable race and mess with one of the subclasses to fit that#oh and writing up big document to give to players so they can start properly making characters#i gotta finish the city section and then it’s done#I’m just. so excited abt dnd#but it’s also now 1:10am and I gotta get up early for work tomorrow. I ALREADY feel bad#my flatmate has been coughing a LOT today so I might have caught smth from him :/ I’m rlly hoping I haven’t#but I took paracetamol (worn off now so my head hurts again) and I’ll see what happens tomorrow#oh wait I could take more paracetamol now it’s been 5 hours#..yeah okay that’ll probably help sleep#god. I have a big application to write which I was meant to do this weekend and this week at work is gonna be so busy#terrifying. all I wanna do is dnd. literally all I can think about.#oh note to self make the other shark person homebrew have limited amphibiousness turn into not getting long rest benefits outside of water#okay I’m going to bed now. and I have hiccups. god hates me#pls someone bail me out of work so I can just dnd instead#luke.txt
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cannot sleep bc i am filled with a deep deep sadness
#wind howls#its 8 am. im debating whether or not to just stay awake. i can nap later or even just sleep a full night. maybe#i kinda want to draw if im honest. but ive been drawing kinda since dnd ended#but really i should be drawing like. stuff for school. i have 2 drawings i need to do for 3 classes#and sure i could leave one for tomorrow and do it Before class but im trying to Not do my shit last second especially this early on#i just. want to draw my ani guy. i think hes kinda making me sad but its not a bad thing it just means my dm is good at making stories#but also i have other reasons im sad both more important and less important#i think im still shaken by the nightmare i had last night. it felt. so possible yknow. like something that really could happen.#i was so distraught i actually refused to talk about it until i had breakfast bc the superstition got to me#and the fact that i remember almost everything from the nightmare. i want to cry just thinking about it for these tags#i hate it. i hate it. it really upset me.#maybe thats why i havent slept yet. im really afraid ill have this bad a nightmare again. just like when i was a kid. but im tired#and i want to sleep. i want to not think about this stupid nightmare#but really i just have to be brave and. close my eyes. and hope with all my heart that my dreams treat me sweeter tonight#please wish me luck. goodnight
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Lyra and Khunoth rolling Intimidation together against the Raven Queen in negotiations is a very funny image to me because. Lyra's not being intimidating on purpose. He just looks like that right now. Guy's got no facial expression as a result of trying to switch directly into work mode after spilling his heart (or something, she doesn't fuckin know man) and they're sitting more spread out (sitting in the chair sideways with one leg up and resting their arm on their knee. Also propping his head up with his other arm.) for the same reason.
It's less intimidation and more they look sure of themself, which I don't think Lyra has ever, ever done??
Like they're absolutely using it to their advantage once they catch on to what's happening but their body language is absolutely just in a default state.
#whats also fun is this is the first time in a while that Lyra and Khunoth get to act as a duo so theres also THAT playing into it#It's sooooo fun this is gonna be more a mix of Lyra and Elion than there has been maybe ever#It's lyras brashness mixed with Elion's fuckin. leadership and confidence coming back. fun set of vibes they're giving out rn#it might not even be a mix of Lyra and Elion it may just be Lyra finally acting like Elion again but that doest#have the same feel to me haha#c: dnd related#lyra#lore drop#holy shit this plant grew a mouth#'Voci what the fuck are you talking about' you'll see!#hi so night addons.#they also changed their form so they *look* more like Elion. 'grew their hair out' and has an old top on and everything#debated them experimenting with like. adding nonhuman parts to their form like being partially wolf or having lightning marks somewhere hah#grew their hair out is in quotes because this wasn't in the physical world so the time it would take to grow it to that length didnt#actually happen. hope that makes sense!#if it doesnt
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Steddie | 2.3k | first part
“Okay, what was that?” Gareth asks the moment they are inside the room they are using as a dressing room for tonight.
“What was what,” Eddie answers.
“You know damn well what I mean.”
Eddie doesn’t answer, putting his best poker face on.
“That weird mating ritual you have been performing with the boy in the front row the whole night, maybe?” Jeff adds.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Eddie says, his voice flat as he tries to avoid the other’s gazes. He takes a towel to dab at his forehead.
“Come on, man,” Freak butts in, “you told him to stay after the concert, you have told Chrissy to get them here. We said we were not going to be that kind of band, that we were going to be like My Chemical Romance: no groupies and after concert dnd sessions.”
“Yeah, if you go with that guy what happens to our dnd session.”
“We can play dnd any other day, okay?” Eddie snaps, his hands stretched in front of him. A part of him thinks he looks like that meme of Chris Pratt in front of the dinosaurs, the other part of him detests that he thought of him. “I will make it up to you.”
“Who are you and what have you done to our DM?” Freak asks, his voice serious.
“Yeah, what is this talk about postponing dnd for some boy?” Gareth adds, there is something in his tone Eddie doesn’t like.
“Some boy? Some boy? Am I the only one with eyes in this fucking band? He is the hottest person that has laid eyes on me and I’m not letting you fuckers take that opportunity from me for one session of dnd or I swear to God I am killing every one of your characters.”
The boys don’t answer, they look at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.
“Wow” a voice says from behind Eddie.
He doesn’t recognize the voice but the expressions on the rest of the band in front of him make him freeze. They go from slightly annoyed to wary and to bemused. Mainly a mix of all at the same time.
The sounds of steps approaching them break the silence that had fallen in the room, before a voice finishes breaking it.
“How does dnd work with you nerds anyway, are you all bards or what?”
The boys drop their mouths open. Eddie still doesn’t recognize the voice, but there is only one person it can belong to. He sounds just as good as he had imagined. Eddie is honestly afraid of turning around after what the boy- Steve- has surely heard.
“Don’t pay attention to him,” a woman’s voice says. There’s the sound of a hit and a quiet ‘ow’ from Steve under it. “He is just trying to sound all confident after whining-“
“Robin.”
“Telling me to not get my hopes up because he probably wasn’t anyone important and you just did this every concert-“
“Robin.”
“But of course he is the luckiest bitch in this planet and has his instant crush reciprocated and-“
“Enough!”
There are some muffled noises that Eddie can only guess are the girl trying to continue speaking. He wishes she wouldn’t stop. His knight in shining armour may be embarrassed, but the rant has put a smile on Eddie’s face, has given him confidence again. He crosses his legs and turns around slowly, his hands coming up beside him.
“By all means, let her continue.”
The adonis, the hottest man that has laid eyes on him, his knight in shining armour, Steve takes his hand away from the girl’s mouth and rubs it on his jeans. Eddie can only guess the girl has licked it. God he wants to be her so bad right now.
“Hey,” Steve says, his hand coming up for a small wave. “Sorry about Robin.”
“No need for that. I’m Eddie.”
“I know,” Steve answers with a cocky smile as he crosses his arms.
“Oh and now you are acting all full of yourself as if you didn’t ask for the name of the band like 20 times 2 hours ago.” Robin says.
“Will you please just shut the fuck up?” Steve asks with the confidence only a best friend can have.
“Not a fan then?” Eddie asks amused.
“Not really my scene,” Steve answers. There is a scoff behind Eddie, and if he wasn’t so lost in Steve’s brown eyes, he may have moved to swat whoever it was. “But I sure am a fan now.”
There is now a groan behind Eddie, but he can only focus on the way his heart jumps at the words, the way Steve’s mouth lifts in one side in a smirk, how his eyes spark.
“I can get you front row tickets to all the gigs, baby.”
There’s a gagging noise being Eddie, and this time he does turn around to swat at Gareth. The little shit just laughs at him.
When he turns back towards Steve he is looking between them with a smile on his lips and he looks- damn- he’s been looking beautiful since he saw him at the beginning of the concert that night, but now his hair is a mess from the almost two hours of sweating and moving around and Eddie’s on stage confidence is slowly being replaced by his fast beating heart.
“Look man I-“ Steve starts, “I don’t want to be a problem,” he adds, glancing behind Eddie as he bites his lip. The girl next to him- Robin- turns to him with an incredulous look on her eyes that Eddie is sure mirrors his own. “But you are hot, I want to take you on a date, and the others wanted to meet you.”
Robin rolls her eyes and looks at Eddie with an eyebrow up.
“The others?” Eddie manages to say, just before he remembers the teenagers around Steve all night.
“Yeah, they are with Chrissy, I asked them to give us five minutes before coming.”
Eddie is about to say something, maybe ask about the date Steve mentioned, but in a second the door is filled with said teenagers, the one with the curly hair in the middle of it.
“YOU GUYS ARE LEGENDS!” he exclaims. It makes Eddie less annoyed about being interrupted. No one has really called them legends before, they have just surpassed 150k listeners in Spotify.
It feels good hearing it.
The dressing room fills with chatter fast, the boys and the teenagers getting along without problem. They take photos, talk about music, about their instruments, about their dnd tradition. The bad part of it all is that Eddie gets separated from Steve. He catches his eye at some point and Steve sends a little wave his way that he answers. He is talking with Robin and Chrissy and, by what Eddie can hear, Chrissy is getting every video Robin has managed to get of Eddie’s and Steve’s interactions through the concert, even a closer video of the kiss than the one Chrissy managed to get. From what he can hear, she wants to post everything on their social media before ‘someone else does and steals the chance at going viral from them’.
Eddie doesn’t know how he feels about posting Steve like that, Eddie should have probably thought, about that before making out with the guy in front of all their audience. But he seems completely comfortable with all of it. Eddie guesses that comes with being as hot as Steve is and knowing it.
It’s some time later, enough that Eddie knows they won’t be able to stay much longer in the venue, that he finally has a chance to slip away. It’s perfect, he has just seen Steve leave the dressing room, probably in search of the toilet, and Gareth and the curly hair boy he has learned is called Dustin are so deep in conversation they don’t notice him stepping away from them and leaving too.
He catches Steve just as he is leaving the toilet. Eddie doesn’t stop to answer Steve’s surprised ‘oh, hey’ that turns into a more surprised ‘woah’ as Eddie pushes him back into the toilet and closes the door behind him.
“Hey” Eddie finally greets. Steve only looks at the closed door behind Eddie and then at him again with what Eddie hopes is amusement. God, he really hopes it’s amusement, he is just not realising how creepy this looks. “So, about that date.”
“Couldn’t wait until I came back?”
“No. I mean, yes.” Why is it so difficult to talk with a pretty boy? Eddie takes a deep breath, composes himself. Theatrics, he is good with those, they make him confident. “I was suffering, being deprived from your company by your companions, and didn’t have another option.”
Steve squints his eyes, “so you decided to have the date in the toilet?”
“What? No.”
Steve takes a step closer to Eddie so now their chests are almost touching. It hadn’t downed on Eddie before how they are almost the same height. It feels very important now when he has Steve’s face right in front of him, when he can look directly at his eyes, at how they drift down to Eddie’s lips. When his inevitably drift to Steve’s lips, the boy is biting his lower lip. “Eager.”
Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat, he may have miscalculated this. There’s something he wanted to say. “No, I-“
Steve chuckles, takes a step back. “Relax dude. I know you haven’t really agreed to the date yet, we got interrupted and all that.” Eddie is about to speak, to agree a thousand times to the date, but Steve keeps talking. “You just offered to buy me a couple of drinks and called me hot,” he smiles when he says that.
“I want the date.” Eddie says before Steve can keep talking, “as soon as possible.”
Steve steps back closer. “Eager.”
“We are leaving on tour, won’t be back for three months.” Eddie explains before all his brain functions completely shut down.
“I can wait three months.”
“I can’t.”
The next second Steve’s lips are on his, his hands are on his hair, and it only takes a second for Eddie’s to do the same. Steve is even a better kisser than he was in front of the audience. Steve pushes him against the door, brings a hand to his hip, pushes one of his legs between Eddie’s. Eddie just groans and lets himself be pushed and moved. Kissed. “Fuck,” he whispers when Steve pulls away for breath. Steve smiles, takes one of Eddie’s hands in his, and kisses him again. It’s so sweet and filthy at the same time Eddie might cry, but he just moves his hips forward, and Steve answers in kind, grinding against him and getting a groan out of both of them. Maybe the rockstars that hook up with people after concerts are onto something. Though Eddie doubts he would want to do this with someone that is not Steve.
A knock on the door startles them both, Robin’s voice coming from the other side.
“Steve?” Steve and Eddie stop kissing to look at each other in silence, their eyes wide. “Chrissy said we need to leave already and you’ve been in there so long I started to worry you were kidnapped. Wait, you are in there, right? Also, have you seen Eddie? He disappeared.” Steve moves, an innocent thing that has his groin brushing against Eddie’s. And he is only a man. He moans. “WAIT! Are you both in there? GROSS.”
Steve snorts, making Eddie smile. They can hear a couple of steps moving away from the door before they come back and there is a bang on the door.
“Steve! Come out you dingus, have you forgotten about your pack of kids?”
Steve lets out a whispered ‘fuck’ before he looks at Eddie with an apology in his eyes. Eddie lets himself be moved away from the door so Steve can open it to talk to his friend outside.
“Hey.”
Eddie opens the door more so he can also fit in the gap, Steve sends him a look, smiles at his appearance, and then looks at Robin again.
“Hey” Eddie greets too. Robin is looking at them and there is no hiding what they have been doing. She can surely see their bruised lips, their wild hair. Eddie just prays she doesn’t look down and sees the bulge in his pants.
“You two are gross, was making me see that once tonight not enough?”
“You have not really seen it this time,” Steve points.
“Still.”
“You are the one that came to interrupt.”
“And for a good reason! Your kids.”
“What about the kids,” Eddie asks.
“He promised to take them home.” Robin says.
“I promised to take them home.” Steve says at the same time, a resigned tone in his voice. He turns to Eddie, his brown eyes sad, and pinches his nose.
“Can’t she take them home?” Eddie points to Robin, and they both turn towards her again.
Robin takes a breath, stops, looks at them, looks at them, sees the tent in Eddie’s pants. Grimaces.
“FINE,” she agrees, and Eddie grins. “But you owe me. Big time.” She adds pointing at Steve.
“I’ll give you ice cream for life.” Steve says. It must be an inside joke because it makes Robin roll her eyes.
“Give me your car keys at least. Rockstar here can drive you home, can’t he?”
“I’ll have him home before eleven.” Eddie swears with a hand on his chest. The other two stare at him in silence. “A.m.” he adds.
“You heard him.” Steve says while handing Robin his keys.
“Okay,” Robin answers. She takes a step back. “Have fun.” She takes a couple of steps away before she turns around. “Use protection, he is a rockstar, we don’t know where his thing has been.”
“Hey,” Eddie protests, but Robin is already running away.
“She is kinda right.” Steve says with a shrug. Eddie purses his lips. “But I have an idea on where it can be in the near future.”
“Lead the way.”
Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s.
#i think that after this they end up not actually doing anything#they just find a 24h pizza place and have a date#laugh a lot. get grease all over themselves. make heart eyes. make out a bit more...#but they dont do anything else#they exchange numbers and text constantly those three months#and are disgustingly in love for the rest of time#the others dont know what to feel about it#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#my writings
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The note shows up in Eddie's mailbox cubby on Valentine's Day.
It's nothing fancy, loopy cursive handwriting on lined paper:
"I know this is probably silly but I can't go another day without saying it, and today seems appropriate for this kind of confession. Seeing you in the morning is the best part of my day. You're so gorgeous it leaves me breathless. I hope you don't mind if I don't leave my name. Just wanted you to know that you're beautiful."
His eyes fill with tears that he blinks back, a goofy smile stretching his mouth wide.
"You good there, Munson?" Robin Buckley asks.
"Oh, yup, yeah, all good." He laughs. "Just got one of those 'you're my favorite teacher Mr. Munson!' notes."
He squeezes the letter to his chest before slipping it in his pocket.
---
The worst thing about Eddie's new job is that someway, somehow, Steve-fucking-Harrington works here too. PE teacher, JV basketball coach, of-fucking-course. Once a douchebag jock, always a douchebag jock. What makes it all worse is that he's still the prettiest guy Eddie's ever seen.
---
The first week of March, there's a commotion in the hallway that has him rushing out of his room, ready to breakup a fight. He finds Harrington already there, holding Dustin Henderson and Will Byers by their shoulders. Troy Walsh and James Dante stand across from them, wearing matching snarls.
Of course Harrington is picking on little nerd kids; he knew it. But before he steps forwards to break it up, Steve speaks, voice low and angry. "You want to tell me what happened here, Troy?"
"Byers tripped. He really should watch where he's going," Troy says. James laughs.
Steve's glare goes even more icy, more disdainful (it's so fucking hot, Eddie hates it). "You want to take that again? And try being honest this time, or you're suspend from the team."
Troy splutters for long enough that Eddie finally notices Will's stricken face, the sketchpad and snapped colored pencils littering the linoleum.
"I saw you take those things from Will, and unfortunately, I'll have to call your parents and you will be responsible for purchasing a new sketchbook and pencils. You're also benched for the next four games."
The boys shout, but when Steve raises a hand they quiet immediately. "You want to complain more, or do you want it to be five games?"
"No, sir," they answer before scampering off.
Harrington faces Dustin and Will. "You boys okay?" he asks them.
"We're good, Mr. H," Dustin answers.
"Glad to hear it." Steve begins collecting Will's ruined belongings, stops to study one of the drawings.
"This is really good, Will."
Will flushes. "Thanks. It's my character for dnd,"
"Dnd? That's that game that El and Max are always talking about? With the character sheets and the dice?"
"Yeah!" says Dustin. "You know it?"
Steve's smile is a little bashful, and it tugs at Eddie's heart in a way he has to ignore. "Not much. Just from what the girls have said. You want to tell me about it?"
"Really?" Their eyes light up.
"Really. You can stop by the gym during lunch. Only if you want to, though."
"Cool," says Dustin.
He pats them both on the shoulder, and they hurry away, leaving Steve and Eddie suddenly alone.
Eddie should head back to his class, hasn't been needed in this situation at all, really, but before he can disappear, Steve spots him and his eyes widen.
"You need something, Munson?" Steve's cheeks go a faint pink.
He shakes his head, feels wrong-footed. "Uh, that was really cool what you did just there."
"They're really good kids," Steve says. "I know them a little. Used to babysit El Hopper." He slides his hands into the pockets of his khakis and, seriously, fuck Harrington for looking like that in a pair of Dockers.
"Babysitter, Harrington? Never thought I'd see the day. Or that you'd be the one defending a bunch of nerds," Eddie says. He means it teasing, but Steve's face warps into a frown.
"Y--yeah, I guess. I mean. I'm trying not to be that guy anymore, and Robin's really helped--"
"Shit, man, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant, at all--"
"--I feel terrible about all that shit I pulled back in school. That King Steve stuff? I was awful and you didn't deserve--"
"Steve!" Eddie cuts him off. "I forgive you. For everything." He looks down at his shoes. "For all I didn't want to believe it, you really have changed."
They're both pink faced now, avoiding each other's eyes. "Thanks," Steve says. "I should get going, but--for the future-- I really wouldn't mind--um--trying to be friends."
The grin that passes across Eddie's face is huge. "Yeah, Harrington, I'd like that."
Eddie has to run to make it to his classroom on time. He passes Dustin and Will and the rest of their gaggle of friends, rushing them along, but forgets all about it as he steps in front of his third period juniors.
---
He and Steve are...friendly now. They chat, they joke, they share smiles that have Eddie's heart beating too fast even though it's not like that. Turns out Steve is kind and funny (a little bit of a bitch too, but in a way that ties Eddie's stomach in knots), and a hell of a teacher.
---
His freshman are in small groups, peer-reviewing an essays, when Max Mayfield catches his eye. She's one of his favorite students and absolute trouble.
"What's up, Mayfield." He asks.
"Are you friends with Mr. Harrington?" She asks.
He chuckles. "Sure, Max, we're friendly enough. Why?"
She narrows her eyes, like she knows he's not being totally honest. "Oh, nothing. He just talks about you all the time."
He's blushing horribly and Max, and all of her friends, smirk up at him. "He does?" He chokes out.
"Mmhmm," Lucas Sinclair says. "Says he thinks you're really cool."
"Definitely one of the best teachers here," Mike Wheeler adds.
Eddie rolls his eyes. "Okay, very funny, guys. How're your essays going?"
They answer, but before Eddie goes to help another group, Will says, "he really does like you, Mr. Munson. A lot."
El nods earnestly up at him. "It is true," she says. "I know him."
"Thanks, kids. I'll keep that in mind." He gives them a smile, tries not to let their words get to him. When he reaches the next group, though, he notices his hands are shaking.
---
Gifts start turning up in Eddie's cubby. It starts with a bag of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from his favorite bakery. There's a small note that says "from your secret admirer," on the packaging. Every two weeks or so, something new shows up in his little mailbox; a woven friendship bracelet, a yellow rose, Hershey kisses, a delicately painted dnd figure that gives Eddie a small crisis because it's his own bard character, an Iron Maiden cassette, a bag of dice that almost brings him to genuine tears.
Eventually, he gets another note. This one is typed and reads: "I would love to have coffee with you 11am this Saturday at the Cafe on Main Street."
---
He walks into the cafe at 10:50am, wearing his favorite pair of ripped black jeans and a burgundy button-down, his hair pulled into a loose bun. He doesn't recognize anyone there.
Eddie gets in line, studies the menu, and the little bell above the door rings. He whips towards the sound to find none other than Steve Harrington in little wire rim glasses, a butter colored sweater, and jeans the man must have painted on, Jesus Christ. Honestly, the whole thing is enough to give Eddie a coronary (and to, embarrassingly, chub up in his own tight jeans).
"Steve?" He asks. He's overwhelmed with the (stupid, stupid) hope that it's been Harrington all along. "What are you doing here?"
"Henderson asked me to meet him. He around?"
"Uh, no?" Eddie feels heat creeping up his throat.
Steve shakes his head, as though he expected as much. "You alone? We could grab drink."
"I can't believe this." Eddie hides his face in his hands, knows it's gone horrifyingly crimson.
"What's wrong?"
"My secret admirer told me to be here now, so we could meet," Eddie's misery slices through his words. "I'm such an idiot."
"I--your--what?" Steve stammers.
He gathers himself enough to look Steve in his hazel eyes and ask, "I'm assuming it wasn't you leaving notes and gifts for me at work?"
And he expects Steve to say no. To laugh and ask why he'd ever do something like that, but instead, instead he flushes a deep red. "O-only one note."
"What?"
"I, uh," Steve clears his throat. "I left you a note. On Valentine's Day. I--we weren't friends yet, and I wanted you to know how much I liked you. It's --uh--it's pretty silly, huh? Robin's--"
"Steve," Eddie interrupts. He's going to tell Steve that he reads the note often enough that he has parts memorized; that it's the kindest thing anyone has done for him, but what he says instead is, "Dustin Henderson told you to meet him here at 11?"
"Yeah. Said he had something to show me."
Eddie remembers running into Will and Dustin and their friends that day in the hall, the weird conversation in class, the dice and the miniature. Something must click for Steve at the same time because his mouth drops, blush getting somehow deeper.
"Oh my god. Henderson! I'm gonna kill him. They figured out I had a crush on you."
"They WHAT?" Eddie says, loud enough that several looks are aimed their way.
"I'm so, so sorry, Eddie. Holy shit, this is so humiliating. You have to believe me, I had no idea they were doing this. God, I'm really starting to think it is possible to die from embarrassment."
"You have a crush on me," Eddie says instead of any of the dozens of helpful things he could say.
"Um. Yes?"
Eddie takes a deep breath, straightens his spine, and asks, "You wanna have coffee with me?"
"I'd really like that." Steve's return smile is so beautiful, it makes Eddie weak.
---
Eddie Munson is making out with Steve Harrington in the backseat of Steve's BMW. He and Steve spent the day together. They've kissed for so long that the sun has set, both of their lips are swollen, their skin red from stubble, and Eddie is nowhere near ready for the night to end.
Steve breaks away, gently pulling their mouths apart, but arms still tight around Eddie. "Hey, what kind of gifts were they giving you anyway? The kids?"
"Oh," Eddie blushes. "Uh, cookies, a dnd mini, lots of candy, a set of dice."
"Oh my god," Steve says, he pulls a little more away. "Oh my god, I'm going to kill her, Jesus Christ."
"Who are are you killing, sweetheart?"
Steve groans. "Robin. She was helping them. We found a set of dice at this little bookstore and she told me to get them for you, and--" he breaks off with a helpless, frustrated noise.
Eddie doesn't mean to, but he starts to giggle.
"It's not funny!" Steve says.
That only makes Eddie laugh harder. "Your best friend," he squeaks. "And a group of literal children set us up. That's hilarious, Harrington."
Steve's mouth drops and for a second Eddie thinks he'll be upset, but then he's giggling too, his whole face crumpling into it.
Steve pulls Eddie close once the laughter subsides, his eyes trained on Eddie's lips.
"We could pretend we didn't get together," Eddie manages to say.
"What, like, make them think they failed?"
"Yeah. We could tell them I got stood up, but you and I hung out. Had a bro day."
Steve giggles again, and it's the best sound Eddie's ever heard. "I'm absolutely on board with this plan, but you should definitely kiss me some more."
"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, his voice low. "And what'll I get out of it?"
"Why don't you get over here and see."
As if Eddie could turn down an invite that enticing. He slides a hand behind Steve's head, drawing him in, and they're kissing like they never stopped. It only been a few hours, but Eddie knows--without a doubt--he's already head over heels.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#oneshot#fluff#mutual pining#matchmaking#secret admirers#pe teacher steve harrington#english teacher eddie munson#kinda doing a parent trap thing#in which robin and the party parent trap eddie and steve#it's also the part of clueless where they do matchmaking with the teachers#first date#the party#robin buckley#platonic soulmates#rough winds do shake the darling buds of may but thy eternal summer shall not fade#phat did you write that
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