#the eye dice were handmade

[dicing20]

Weathers finally getting cooler so time to break out the Halloween dice 🎃

#dice #polyhedral dice #dnd dice #Halloween #my dice #q workshop #chessex #die hard dice #and a few other brands #the eye dice were handmade #sorry for rarely posting nowadays since making this blog I got a full time job #also I play a fuck ton of ttrpgs in my free time #most of them are pathfinder first edition now lol

[hellfirenacht]

Candygram

Summary: It's Valentine's day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a Candygram.

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, fluff, sfw

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“Just do it.”  Robin said, following your line of sight to the booth in the corner of the Hawkins cafeteria. It was a simple table with a red cloth thrown over it and a handmade banner that read ‘CANDYGRAMS $1’ and was decorated with tacky hearts. 

Every time you glanced over at the booth, your heart would start pounding and your stomach would twist in knots. You had never considered yourself to be shy before, when you first moved to Hawkins a few years ago, Robin had joked that you didn’t need a welcome wagon because you had thrown yourself into band and had introduced yourself to everyone with ease. 

You had masked your anxiety over being the new kid with an overinflated sense of confidence and it had worked out really well for you until you caught feelings for the freak who sat next to you in remedial science. 

“I think... I would rather chug formaldehyde.” you said slowly, staring so hard at the offensively pink and red booth that Robin was sure it was going to catch flames. 

“Either go up there and buy a candygram or I’m going to do it for you.” Robin said. “If I have to hear you waffle about this for one more day I’m gonna rip my hair out.” 

“But if I send him one, then he might actually acknowledge me and realize I might have something resembling a feeling for him, and that’s just not really cool, you know? Goes against my chill and mysterious personality.” you said, leaning back on your chair with a cocky grin. 

“Last night I saw you and Steve cry over Bambi.” Robin deadpans. 

“Okay, so we were drunk and also shut up.” you snorted, rubbing your face. 

“How are you going to know if there’s anything there if you don’t even take the chance?” Robin scolds. “Come one, I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’m surprised the whole school doesn’t know-”

“Again, cool and mysterious personality.” you tried again. 

“Plus I know he’s just as weird as you.” Robin continued, ignoring you. “I mean, last week I saw him get Jason Carver to back off one of the freshmen by pretending to exercise a demon out of him!”

You stared at Robin for a beat before thunking your head on the lunch table. “I’m going to marry him. Holy shit, he actually tried to expel the demon lurking in Carver?” You were laughing at the thought. 

During your first senior year and his second, Eddie Munson had caught your eye when you had the same lunch period. He was loud and energetic and so fucking weird you couldn’t help but to be drawn to him. Had your parents not forced you to stick with band, you would have considered joining Hellfire. Unfortunately even with this last go-round as a super senior, they still made you stick with it despite your senioritis reaching terminal levels.

You never had a good opportunity to talk to him, and the more time passed the harder it became to justify just randomly approaching him. This semester you finally had your opportunity when you’d been put in the same class and sitting next to each other no less. Still, the most you’d been able to say was “yeah, sure” when he’d asked you for a pencil once. 

Four weeks sitting next to Eddie, and you had barely spoken to him while noticing every little thing about him. He read a lot in class when he could get away with it, and doodled in his notebooks constantly, especially dice and dragons seemed to be the biggest theme. His school notebook wasn’t nearly as filled in as his Hellfire notebook, and he was always fidgeting in class. He also didn’t talk much, and at least once a week he’d end up falling asleep in class with his head in his hand. 

“There’s not gonna be a wedding if you can’t even talk to the guy.” Robin said. “He’s not even scary! Dustin comes in to talk to Steve all the time about Hellfire. He’s just a dork.”

“I know and that’s the problem.” your voice was a strangled laugh mixed with a groan. 

“You showed up the first day of band and introduced yourself to everyone, even if they weren’t in your section. What is the hold up with you talking to Eddie?” Robin pried. 

“Because back then, it didn’t matter.” You looked over at Robin, poking at your mystery meat. “When I first got here it didn’t matter if anyone liked me or not. I was only supposed to be in this school for a few months and then graduate. Then I didn’t. I could handle it if someone didn’t like me. None of you were really supposed to matter to me. No offense.”

Thankfully, Robin didn’t seem offended. “You were just making nice with the inmates until parole.” she joked and you nodded. 

“Yup, and then when I realized that I was going to have to actually have a full other year of school, that meant that I was going to have to care if I was ever gonna graduate.” You continued. “Luckily you saw through all my bullshit bravado and started dragging me to movie nights with you and Steve.” 

“Yeah yeah, we love friendship. So what does any of this have to do with Eddie?” Robin said, not needing you to explain the backstory that she had been present for. 

“It means that with Mr. Munson, I unfortunately, care so fucking much what he thinks of me.” you relented. “He’s the biggest freak in school, and the dorkiest loser, and if I try and talk to him and he’s not interested in talking back I won’t be able to take it. Robin, I will simply lay down and be dead for the rest of my life.”

“That’s not how that works, you can’t be dead for the rest of your life.” She shook her head, her brows furrowed. “Because if you’re dead then... you’re not alive”

“Schrodinger's corpse then. Alive and dead at the same time.” 

“Look, just send him the stupid candygram. The worst he can do is say no.” She stood up from the table and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go.”

And that’s how you ended up at the booth, jotting down Eddie’s name on a piece of paper and shoving a few quarters in the till with Robin looking smug. “I doubt he’s ever gotten one anyway, if anything he should be thrilled that someone wanted to send him one.”

“If this kills me, Steve’s in charge of the music at my funeral.” you sighed. 

---

Candygrams were being handed out and delivered through the week. You weren’t paying attention to what period they were supposed to be handed out, and so when two students in obnoxious heart shirts and fake wings burst into your science class with Eddie right next to you, you were about ready to throw yourself out a window. 

No one was surprised when Janet and Charlie were tossed a few candygrams, but everyone’s head whipped around when the red heart shaped lollipop and card was set on Eddie Munson’s desk. Eddie himself seemed more surprised than anyone. 

He had the lollipop in his mouth before he even opened the note attached and you were seconds away from bolting out the door. With any luck, maybe he didn’t know your name even after weeks of sitting next to each other. 

“Who’s it from, freak?” asked Patrick, the basketball jock who sat a few rows ahead. That earned a few snickers from the class. 

“It’s from your mom.” Eddie said without missing a beat and taking out the lollipop. “Tell her I say thanks.”

More laughter from the class as Patrick stood up as if ready to fight, but the teacher quickly told him to sit down. 

Shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen. You felt a bit guilty that your candygram had kicked up a fuss, but at least Eddie didn’t out you as the person who sent it to him. In fact he wasn’t looking over at you at all. 

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he flipped the card around, as if looking for something. All that was written was his name and “YOU’RE SWEET!” written in cheesy font and his name scribbled in your handwriting. 

And nothing else. 

You didn’t know if you should laugh or cry at your stupidity. You’d been so jumbled and nervous that you’d forgotten to sign the damn thing. Robin was gonna have a field day with this one. 

Eddie kept fidgeting with the card through the rest of class, twisting it and bending it until it was as crumpled and torn as your heart felt. He shoved it in his pocket and didn’t even glance at you as the bell rang and he stood up and tossed the eaten lollipop stick in the trash. 

It’s not personal. You told yourself. He has no idea who sent it to him.

That’s when you had a horrible idea, so stupid it might actually work. 

---

“Explain how this is going to work again?” Robin asked. “You’re going to keep sending him lollipops this week until he notices you?” 

“Sort of.” you said, buying another candygram. “I’ll just send him a few joke ones as a feeler and if he responds positively I’ll come clean. If not, I keep my dignity. It’s a win-win.”

“Since when do you care about your dignity?” Robin sorted. 

“Since I caught feelings for the least dignified guy in school, I guess.” You knew it was stupid, you knew it was ridiculous, but you already messed up once so you might as well lean into it. You scribbled his name down, this time signing it with a satisfied giggle. “This is so dumb.”

Oh, but it was so worth it. You had bought it before school started, guaranteeing that it’d be delivered the same day, handing over a crisp dollar to Nancy Wheeler who had volunteered for the booth. If Eddie had been surprised the first time, he looked almost shocked now.

Eddie, sorry I forgot to sign the first one! This card said, once again not giving away any sign of who it was actually from. You saw his eye sparkle in amusement as he ate his lollipop, and this time the card was read over a few times before being carefully tucked into his dungeon master notebook. 

By the third day, the novelty of Eddie Munson getting candygrams had worn off with the rest of your class, but Eddie’s grin only grew wider each time. 

“Anything for me, Cupid?” Eddie asked as the student council members walked back in to hand out more lollipops. 

He whooped as another one was dropped on his desk and he snatched up the card quickly and you had to cover your face and bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling at his excitement. 

Eddie, sorry I’m so bad at remembering to sign these things! I just get way too excited about sending them out that I lose focus. So anyway this card is actually from-

You had carefully spaced out your writing on the small rectangle of paper so that it left absolutely no room for you to sign your name. Eddie looked downright giddy as he read the note over and over. Seeing him so happy made your stomach burst into butterflies and even if he decided after this he wasn’t interested, this was enough. Knowing that he was smiling because of you was enough. 

Someone said your name and you looked up, surprised to see one of the student council members standing next to you and handing you a candygram. Your eyebrows shot up as you took it with a thanks and opened up the card. 

Who had sent one to you? You’d been so wrapped up in your little scheme you didn’t even consider that someone would try and send you one either. 

A smile tugged at your lips as you saw your name and a small drawing of what looked like an egg in a nest as the sender. Robin, of course. Probably making fun of you for sending candygrams to Eddie without signing either. 

You tucked the candygram in your own notebook safely and dared a glance over at Eddie again. You hadn’t expected for him to be looking back at you, and your heart jumped in your chest. He unwrapped his lollipop and lifted it slightly as if he was trying to toast. You held yours up as well to him, an off sense of camaraderie between two people who had their day temporarily disturbed for commercialized love. 

Thursday came around, Valentine's day proper, but they’d be doing one last day of candygrams on Friday as well. This was a fundraiser after all, and capitalism trumps any semblance of real sincerity. Well, you said that but that wasn’t exactly going to stop you from continuing your little plan. 

Today was the day you were going to pull out the big guns. You handed over a full $5 to have a carnation sent to Eddie, as well as a return to sender card to Robin for being a good friend. 

“Shouldn’t he be the one sending you a flower?” Nancy asked, handing you the card to write on. You wondered how Nancy had time for all of the extracurricular activities she had going on, working with the student council and the school newspaper. 

You just shrugged at the question, not realizing how wide you were smiling or how obviously warm your cheeks were. To anyone with two eyes, you were glowing and to anyone with one eye, you were phosphorescent. 

The disinterest that your classmates had from the last two rounds perked back up with a flower was delivered to Eddie that afternoon. 

“For little old me?” Eddie said, batting his eyelashes at the delivery boy as he took the carnation. You giggled to yourself as he opened the card again. 

Man, I’m bad at this aren’t I? Don’t worry, this time I’m writing very small so I have room to sign this card. Seeing you light up when these get delivered has made my whole week, and totally worth it. Anyway this is from- 

To be fair, you had actually signed your name this time. However this time you had made an attempt to erase it with one of those erasers. The horrible stiff ones that only made big smudges and made the mistake worse and nearly tore through the paper. You had carefully looked at your smudged signature for a long time before deciding it was illegible enough to send. 

Eddie faked a swoon in his seat, nearly toppling over onto the floor. “Come on!” he laughed, pushing himself back upright, smiling with his whole face. He looked over the note again, something clicking in his brain and you quickly looked down at the book you were currently pretending to read. 

“It’s someone in here.” you heard him mutter to himself and your heart started pounding in your chest. You focused on your breathing to try and stop yourself from giggling and giving yourself away. 

“Stop sending yourself stuff, Munson. It’s pathetic.” Patrick called out. 

“If you wanted me to be your Valentine, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask nicely.” Eddie said, but he sounded distracted as his eyes scanned the room for any hint of who this mysterious person is. “And next time, I’m more than happy with just the lollipop, it’s saving me on smokes.”

You didn’t even notice the lollipop on your desk until class had started back up. Unfolding the card you smiled to yourself, seeing that it was from Robin again. This time the egg in the nest had a crack in it and seemed to be hatching. You’d ask her about it later. 

Nothing said during the rest of class even registered with you, every word was in one ear and out the other. This had been a fun week sending Eddie all the lollipops and flowers but tomorrow was the last day to have something sent to him. 

Were you going to sign your name? That’s the million dollar question. You had told Robin that you would if Eddie seemed interested, and he had made it clear he was enjoying the attention. 

But would he still enjoy the attention if he learned it was from you? You two weren’t exactly friends, but not complete strangers either. He didn’t seem to dislike you, after all he’d raised a toast with you with your lollipops the other day. 

Well, if you were gonna put yourself out there, you were gonna do it on your own terms.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Robin said that Friday morning as you dropped a handful of ones on the table for one last hurrah. 

“Nope, I’ve committed.” you said, taking the small stack of cards and getting to work. 

“I’m going to have you committed.” Robin shook her head. “I mean, this is actually insane, you know that right? There’s no reason to go through all this trouble, when you could just talk to him.”

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that, Buckley?” you asked, as you added one letter of your name to each of the cards. “Gotta make him work for it.”

“So you’re gonna give him a Valentine's themed word jumble as your big sign off?” 

“Yup.” you confirmed, adding his name to each of the cards. He’d get them all in one go and then it’s up to him to unscramble your name and figure it out. 

After that... well, the ball is in his court. 

Besides, if he liked the lollipops enough that he’d reach for one instead of a cigarette then that’s good enough. 

“You’re such a weirdo. You deserve each other.” Robin went on. “The Weirdo and the Freak. It’s like Beauty and the Beast except.. Not.”

“Robin, don’t you know three languages?” you snorted finishing up your stack and handing them over to be sent. “You are so much smarter than me, but this is where you lose words?”

“It’s Friday and I haven’t had coffee.” she pointed out. “Oh, thanks for sending me one by the way.”

“Yeah, of course. I mean you sent me one so I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging.” you nudged her playfully. 

“I didn’t send you one.” Robin looked at you, confused. 

“What?” You reached into your backpack and pulled out the notebook where you had placed the card and handed it to her. “But that’s a robin’s egg...?”

“It’s an egg, probably.” Robin agreed. “But I’m broke. I didn’t send any out.” 

You stared at the card with new eyes. If she didn’t send it, then who did?

---

“Holy shit.” Eddie muttered as a bag of lollipops was dumped on his desk with no rhyme or reason, earning a round of laughter and snickers from the class. The teacher had long since given up on trying to keep the class’s attention when the Cupid’s showed up. 

He sorted through the cards, a puzzled expression on his face as he looked at the different letters on the cards until he found one that had real words on it. 

Figure it out, Sucker <3 Eddie’s face was a wonderful mixture of amusement, bewilderment, and mild offense. 

One of the Cupid’s handed you another two lollipops as well. One was actually signed by one of your friends in band, and the other had another doodle of an egg. This time the egg was completely hatched and there was some sort of weird bird flying off. 

Not a robin. You decided, trying to figure out what it was supposed to be. 

You barely paid attention in class for the rest of the hour, your attention split between the three egg Valentines you received and the man next to you. Eddie had pulled out his Dungeon Master notebook to try and decode your message. You felt flattered that he was using his favored notebook to try and figure out your puzzle. 

Eddie was sucking on one of the lollipops diligently as he scribbled down random letters. Now that you thought about it, you’d never seen him look so studious in class before. You wondered if this is what he looked like when he was working on his campaigns and your brain decided to give you a treat of a daydream where the two of you were sitting around in your room while he explained his campaign and how he’d love to have someone like you join Hellfire-

It was three minutes before the bell, and that meant just a few minutes until your last period and the weekend. With Valentine’s day falling in the middle of the week, most of your friends were going to be off doing things with their partners. Maybe you, Robin, and Steve- no wait, Steve actually got dates. Robin worked on the weekend. 

Maybe Eddie- NOPE. Not going there, you were not about to get your hopes up for this. 

You glanced over at him again, looking at his notebook to see if he was anywhere close to decoding your name. Eddie had the worst handwriting you’d ever seen and so you would be surprised if he could even figure out his own notes. Between unjumbling your letters, he had started doodling in the margins. You assumed that they were D&D monsters from the look of it, since none of them looked like actual animals except for the bats in the corner. 

The only other thing you recognized was a dragon, drawn in a larger scale on the side of the page. It’s wings were expanded and it was flying off, and from this angle it looked like a weird...

It looked like some bird

Some sort of weird bird

Your head snapped back down to the card in front of you. This wasn’t a weird bird. It was a dragon. A dragon hatching from an egg. An egg that hatched a dragon. A dragon that was drawn with the same pose as the one in Eddie’s notebook. Eddie’s notebook had your dragon no wait, your card had his dragon-

Eddie Munson had sent you the cards. 

Eddie had-

“Oh.” You said out loud. You were nearly fighting back hysterical laughter at this, and you pressed your hands against your face, with your shoulder shaking with repressed laughter. 

Why the hell had Eddie sent you those cards? The two of you had barely spoken to each other!

 You did the same damn thing, dipshit. You reminded yourself. In fact you had gone way harder than he had. But what did this MEAN? 

The bell rang and everyone scrambled to get out of the classroom, and before you could say anything, Eddie was off and running out of the classroom at the speed of light. 

What was that about?

Robin was right. If you were ever going to have a chance with him, you were going to suck it up and talk to him, even if it meant possibly embarrassing yourself. Plus, finding out why he sent you three candygrams was currently trumping any fear of rejection. Curiosity killed the cat, but at least he died satisfied. You’re pretty sure how that saying went at least. 

You knew that Eddie had Hellfire today, it was Friday and he and all of his friends had been running around in their club shirts. With a deep breath you...realized you had no idea where the hell they actually met. 

This whole thing could have been planned better, actually. 

You started walking around the school blindly for any sign of the signature baseball tee that they all wore. If you found one of them, they were sure to lead you to Eddie. God, you felt like a stalker. 

There. Long dark curls against a stark white shirt with black sleeves. Your heart leapt in your chest, and you had to make the choice now. 

“E... Eddie! Wait up!” you called out, walking quickly towards him. 

When he turned around to look at you, you felt the air disappear from your lungs. How was it possible for him to be so beautiful and why the fuck did no one in this school seem to notice? 

Eddie pulled the lollipop he’d been sucking on out of his mouth, surprised to see you. 

“Hey.” he said. “Uh... you sit next to me in class.” 

He was either playing dumb, or you were about to make an ass of yourself. But, like Robin asked, since when do you care about dignity?

You reached into your bag and pulled out the candygrams that had been sent to you and holding them out. 

To your relief he gave you a bashful smile. “Guess you caught me, huh?” he asked. “You solved my Valentine’s puzzle.” 

“I have a pretty high intelligence when I apply myself.” you said, which only made him grin wide. “But I gotta say, Munson. I’m actually a little disappointed. I mean, sadistic and scary dungeon master of the Hellfire club, and this is the best puzzle you could come up with?”

He crossed his arms and took a step towards you. “Well, I don’t know you as well as I’d like.” he said, and your stomach erupted into butterflies. “Had to start somewhere.” 

“I guess I had to be sneaky and pay attention to you to figure it out. You’re hard not to notice, you know.” you admitted, crossing your arms as well to mimic him. 

“Being The Freak means I fail most stealth checks.” he shrugged. 

“High charisma though.” you threw out there, hoping that line would land and to your delight it did.

“It’s the Munson Magic. I come by it naturally.” Eddie’s smile was so wide it was cheesy but shit, it was working on you. 

“Not great intelligence though.” you smirked at him. 

“Oh? And how do you figure that?” He looked a little offended now, and you saw his shoulder stiffen as if he was waiting for this to suddenly go south. 

“Spell my name, Eddie.” 

You could see the lightbulb go off in his mind and his eyes widened. 

“You- wait, you were the one who kept sending me the cards?” Eddie looked nothing short of bewildered and ecstatic. You had a feeling that if things went well, you wouldn’t have to worry about ever knowing what he was thinking as he wore every emotion on his sleeve. 

“Surprise?” you asked, playing with the strap of your backpack. 

Eddie licked his lips, chasing the last of the flavor of the sucker he’d been eating. He looked at you, as if searching for something, and you cut in before he had the chance to find it. 

“Do you want to hang out sometime?” you asked, a little louder than you meant to. “Like, just us.”

“Do you think you can handle a date with The Freak?” Eddie asked, standing a little straighter. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors, and I promise the worst of them are true.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Eddie, I’ve always wanted to join Hellfire.” you smirked. “I’m sure there are worse things for a first date than sacrificing someone to Satan, or summoning demons, or joining a cult.”

“I’m a gentleman, I would never ask a lady to summon demons on the first date. That’s at least a third date activity.” Eddie held his hand to his heart and raised a hand as if making an oath. 

Oh yeah, you were going to marry him. You were already picturing proposing to him and taking him away from this town. 

“Then how about dinner at Benny’s?” you suggested. “Burgers and shakes on me and you can tell me more about Hellfire and dragons and I can give you a spelling lesson.”

Eddie ran his ringed fingers through his hair and you giggled as the rings got snagged and he struggled to untangle them. 

“It’s.. a date then.” he said, but it came out as more of a question, as if he was asking if this was really happening. 

“A date.” You agreed, handing him your number, having come prepared. 

As you began to walk away, he called out after you. 

“Wait! You said you wanted to check out Hellfire, right?” Eddie said and you turned to look at him. “I’m... I’m actually running a one shot tonight. Kind of beginner friendly enough. I don’t often do this in the middle of the semester but one of our usuals dropped out because he had a date so... we have an open seat at the table. If you think you can handle it.”

Your smile widened as you walked over to him. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”

Eddie offered his arm to you, as if he were a gentleman which you took eagerly. 

“So... how do you actually spell your name?” 

---

Dear Reader, I hope you have the easiest name to spell because that would make this fic at least 3% funnier. Also, I'm proud I got this done before Valentine's day because I never even finished my Halloween or Christmas fic. Be proud of me.

Please reblog if you enjoyed it <3

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#nacht fic #eddie munson x reader

[piratefishmama]

There was just something magical about a good Renaissance Faire. Something in the air that set Eddie’s little crow brain alight with excitement. Especially around December when Christmas loomed around the corner and snow dusted the ground.

Be it the shiny trinkets dangling from wooden hooks amidst the old wooden stalls, be it the haggling voices of stall vendors and customers, all dressed in garbs they’d likely sewn, dyed, modelled themselves, the smells of the food stalls, the glow of twinkling fairy lights reflecting on the snow, the music played on lutes and sang from haybales for gathering crowds, be it the energy of likeminded folks all there to be a little bit weird, joyously, freely, without shame or judgement.

He could be himself there.

Dressed to the nines in layered fabrics purposefully aged and torn to simulate era appropriate wear and tear. His hair held silver trinkets, tied up by lengths of dark fabric in a messy up-do that’d taken Wayne a good few hours to figure out, and would no doubt take them both a hell of a lot of huffing and puffing to remove without cutting it out later. He had a cloak made out of a thick set of curtains he’d thrifted, dyed, and repurposed.

He had his bag, something he’d sewn himself out of extra fabric from those curtains, made with plenty of little pockets and places to put his spoils, he’d saved up for months to get as much out of this faire as possible because things weren’t CHEAP there.

Most things were handmade, most things were lovingly crafted by gifted individuals. He didn’t even want to haggle, he had money specifically for the faire! He was going to spend money on the endlessly talented individuals at the faire!

He got himself a new journal, leather bound with thick blank pages for sketching in. it was embossed with intricate swirling patterns around a pentagram that he’d absolutely get shit for if he ever pulled it out in public but it was beautiful, and it had a cool swing lock clasp.

He got himself a pretty necklace, wire wrapped with a fancy gem that he’d keep safe to use as a prop at some point.

He found some beautiful homemade dice, made in such a way that it looked like liquid moved inside of the dice, little flecks of glitter sloshing around a cloudy liquid inside the green tinted gold leaf inlaid resin with every roll, beautiful, eye catching, immensely satisfying to his little crow brain. Surprisingly enough they were the most expensive purchase he’d made at the faire, tiny little dice, fifty whole dollars. Not the most expensive thing he’d seen there, but definitely the most expensive thing he now owned from the trip.

They came with an incredibly pretty velvet dice bag though, which he hadn’t expected to get as a little freebie but the girl at the stall winked at him when she handed it over and wasn’t that a trip. The fabric was dyed to look like some kind of galaxy, with little silver and gold stars embroidered into it.

It made those dice a steal and he would treasure it and them, always.

He perused the fabric stalls, getting himself a cool hand painted scarf, detailed with a beautiful dragon that he’d find a good frame for later to hang up because it would not be worn, no siree. He grabbed a cool hand carved wooden mug for Wayne that looked like something straight out of a Viking’s mead hall, he’d give it to him for Christmas.

He got himself some food. He watched a joust, got a photo with the riders and their horses, one of which tried nibbling his hair, tipped the riders, and very quickly found himself running low on cash.

All that scrimping, and saving, and dealing… worth it. So very worth it.

So sue him if he looped back around and walked through again, he couldn’t afford much of anything else, he’d spent his last ten spot on a fridge magnet, had five left for gas station snacks on the way home, but that was fine, he could take photos, he’d borrowed Gareth’s camera, Gareth would have come but his parents had one stipulation for him attending the faire, and that was taking his failing grade in biology, and upping it to something that at least predicted a pass before thanksgiving.

He’d failed, and no amount of grovelling could fix it. No Ren Faire for you good sir!

Jeff was out of town with his family on some ‘visit all the out of state family members before Christmas snowstorms lock everything down’ country wide tour. And Dougie couldn’t get the time off his part time job to go.

So Eddie had promised plenty of photos to show them what they missed out on.

It was the very last stall at the end of the strip that caught his attention. Maybe it was the way the dying sunlight hit it, or the way the wind caught the chimes dangling from its flimsy rafters, he felt… called to it. Drawn to it like a moth to a flame and who was he, but a lowly little moth, to ignore the call of the fire?

So he wandered over, let himself be drawn in, offered a friendly little finger wave to the greying woman sat behind a makeshift counter wrapped in shawls and decorated in silver jewellery that jingled as she worked a single crotchet hook into a slowly coming together wine red shawl. The woman offered him a simple bow of her head and a small smile in response but no sales pitch.

No conversation of any kind really, she simply sat there while he looked, crocheting away without a care in the world. He could appreciate that, not being bothered by pushy sales tactic, especially when he had so few funds left to play with, he always felt guilty when he couldn’t afford what they were selling.

Like why was he even there if he had no money to spend?

The old woman didn’t do that, allowing him to wander through her surprisingly large stall full of little trinkets and goodies uninterrupted, which was for the best because had she spoke, he might not have stayed long enough to spot it. Amidst the little boxes decorated with carved patterns and pretty gemstones, amidst the scarves, crocheted bags, amidst the leather work belts, and wallets sat a single, solitary little bottle.

Sealed with a cork coated in wax and pressed with a decorative seal in a shape too worn down to really make out but obvious that it’d at one point had a shape. The bottle was hand blown, not manufactured, lightly frosted a dark brown to a brilliant amber around its square base, the colour crept up the smooth sides towards its seal, like a diamond in shape.

The bottle wasn’t empty either.

Much like the dice that’d caught his crow brain hook line and sinker earlier, this little bottle was filled with some kind of liquid. It swirled like a galaxy inside, and at the centre a brilliant light that looked like it held its own sun, always at the centre of the swirl, never distorting or shifting out of place, eternal in its circular flow.

It was warm in his hands. He didn’t even realise he’d picked it up.

“Two dollars.” Eddie damn near jumped out of his skin, whirling around, the bottle tight in his grip. That old woman had moved. And she’d done so with a quiet stealth some might attribute to a ninja, which was impressive considering how much jewellery she wore.

“Huh?” So eloquent of him.

“Just two dollars, child. The bottle? It is… calling to you, yes?” He couldn’t place her accent, something foreign, European maybe, he had no idea but it definitely didn’t sound any parts American. “I take two dollars for it, will bring you luck.” He looked back to the bottle, eyeing the swirl that still held its pattern even as he’d jostled it, like nothing could knock it out of its gentle swirl, then back to the old woman.

What was two dollars, really?

He had five left, if nothing else the bottle could make a really cool prop, and if it did bring him luck, then hey bonus. Who was he to argue with a mysterious old lady at a Renaissance Faire? “You uh… you got yourself a deal, ma’am.” She smiled brightly at him, eyes alight with both happiness and… something else, something that reflected in the light that he didn’t think hard enough about. She accepted the five dollars he had left, she gave him his change, and a little paper bag filled with tissue to hold his new purchase, which he didn’t really need as he put it right into his own bag after receiving his change, and then she sent him on his way, uncaring as to whether or not he wanted to look at her other wares.

He’d gotten the bottle. Nothing else mattered apparently. Maybe he should have found that suspicious, but why would he?

As soon as he left the little stall, all thought of it seemed to wash away from his mind leaving him freely wandering back to the entrance where his trusty steed, his Van, awaited him to take him home. Blissfully unaware of the little bottle he’d just purchased. Blissfully forgetful of the stall he’d visited, of the old woman he’d just met, of her smile, her eyes, her mysterious accent.

All of which was for the best, really, as if he’d thought about it, if he’d taken a single moment to stop and look back to the little stall at the end of the row, the little stall that held more treasures than it should have been able to for its size, if he’d looked back to wave his goodbyes to the old woman and her treasures, he’d have found nothing.

No stall, no woman, no trinkets or treasures. Just a single row of recycling bins and benches.

But he didn’t look back.

Definitely for the best.

Part 2

#PirateWrites #IWishFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Genie!Steve #warning: i've never been to a ren faire lmao #i also have zero self restraint whee

[mysticmunson]

How about Alpha!Eddie with a new!Omega!reader? And reader meets Eddie at the lockers on their first day, thinks their peach-vanilla scent matches Eddie's woodsy-rain-forrest scent (And also hes the nicest Alpha they ever met! Not that they have met many because they lived in a very omega & beta heavy town). They bring up the currage to ask him to spend some time with them because they think the scent match was obvious, but eddie rejects them thinking they where put up to it by Carver who always made fun of Eddie's calm ("un-alpha like") scent. Realisation, apologies and cuddles after? Thank you so much I'd you decide to write this 🙏<3

the new girl (alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader)

an: hi darling, thank you for your response. i wrote this today during a depression funk so i may rewrite it better in the future. still, i hope you enjoy it and feedback/requests are always welcomed.

story header credit to pinterest

word count: 2.2k

Each trip to your locker created a flurry of nerves despite being almost identical to the ones in your school before, but they didn’t have Eddie Munson’s attached to them. 

“Hey!” His voice rang, causing you to jump, “Oh shit, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You turned around to see a boy with soft brown curls, a hint of stubble from his cheeks, and glistening brown eyes. His aroma was akin to a forest, dark oak trees that loomed over your head, a scent only belonging to alphas. 

“You didn’t scare me, just startled.” You smiled, turning back to arrange your books, grabbing a red spined one you need for your first period. Your mundane kindness took him by surprise, preparing himself for the eventual disgust that followed once becoming aware of his freak status.

“I’m Eddie.” He announced, grabbing a disheveled notebook from his tan locker, shutting it with force due to the dents it received over his time at Hawkins High. You replied with your name, juxtaposing his action by closing yours gently, securing the lock.

With your hair swinging over your shoulder, he caught the sweet smell lingering, trying to assure himself it had to be perfume. Yet, it only intensified as he realized you were an omega, calm and sweet.

The leap in his chest was suppressed by the realization that he had never seen you before, you had to be new in town. He figured he would get in his time with you before it eventually faded away until you were just another look of judgment.

“Do you know where A23 is?” You asked, snapping him from his slight trance.

“Yeah, down the hall, last door to your left. What other classes do you have?” He asked, bumping your shoulder as he looked at your schedule, “We have 2nd and 4th period together!”

“Oh cool!” You replied, cut off by the bell, “Thank you for your help, Eddie, I’ll see you around.”

As you strolled down the hallway, your pale, yellow dress dissolved into the commotion. Sighing, Eddie shook his head in disbelief, wondering how quickly the opinions of other people would flood you. 

But the days persisted and you were continuously nice, sitting next to him in the classes you shared and greeting him at your lockers. He learned you enjoyed a lot of music, moved here from a town about 2 hours away, and loved to crochet. He nearly proposed the day you meekly brought him a handmade pouch for his DnD dice, the button shaped as a bat.

Despite this, he still was weary of you, not overstaying his welcome beside you in fear of himself and for you, not wanting you to face the same torment he had. This seemed redundant as you slowly befriended his friends, specifically Robin who slowly pulled you from your shell.

Jason had been relentless with his mocking since Eddie presented, mocking his scent that wasn’t ‘manly’ enough. That it was more of an omega aura that radiated weakness. Truthfully, it bothered him, wanting nothing more than to be taken seriously. It seemed that no matter what, he was destined to be a loser. It’s why he hated the way you smelled so much, it was so pleasant and enticing, something you could never feel for him.

He felt his world come crashing down the day he saw you talking to Jason Carver before being pulled away by Robin, the basketball player smirking at his friends, doing a handshake, and going to class. 

It led him to sit in an entirely different spot, ignoring your looks and walking too quickly from class. He purposefully went to his locker before you got to school, shoving everything he needed in his torn bag and lugging it around. The ache in his shoulder was incomparable to how painful it was to stand beside you, knowing his suspicions were true.

“Eddie.” You called, quickening your pace in the parking lot to reach him beside his van, “Is everything okay?”

Scoffing with an eye roll, “I’m fine.”

The furrow of your brows had the same effect on him, but he refused to let it show. Putting his hand on his door, he sat with a huff, slamming the door and putting on his sunglasses that rested on his dashboard. 

“Would you want to hang out this weekend? I rented The Shinning.” You quipped, holding the straps of your backpack as you rocked on your flat-covered heels. 

Laughing, he put a cigarette in his mouth, igniting it till the end burned of ember. He didn’t see the hurt on your face as he mumbled, “Piss off, ask Carver.” Reversing out of the parking lot, leaving only a cloud of dust.

The ride home was filled with blaring music, the wind going through his hair and sending it in varying directions. Forcing any thought relating to you down, he spent the night playing guitar and drinking beers, indulging in a cigarette or two.

But as the sky grew darker, he found himself thinking of you, from the first day you met to just hours ago. He wanted to kick himself for how he let his guard down in such a way, it was his fault for being so open, he knew better.

He thought more thoroughly about you befriending Jason, his stomach stirring at the thought of the two of you. You were so gentle, careful with your words, and never having an intention for ill will. Jason was the opposite, never considering someone else’s feelings above his own. 

Eddie didn’t have the best self-confidence, but he knew he could treat you better than him. Jason wouldn’t know how to treat you and he sure as hell didn’t deserve you. The concept of you two in a room, alone together made him nauseous. 

Sleep overcame him unwillingly, empty bottle in hand as he heard the blaring alarm clock beside him. Groaning through his headache, he smacked it off, forcing himself to sit up. 

Popping in ibuprofen and taking a quick shower, he managed to barely make it in time for first class. The whole day raced past in a blur, not even bothering to look up to see if you were present. He trudged out of his seventh period, you weren’t at your locker, relief filling him with just a hint of concern at your vacancy.

“Hey, asshole!” Robin barked, going besides your locker and giving him a stern look. Bewildered at her intense demeanor, he continued to unload his bag and grab the notebook he needed. 

“What’s up, Buckley?” He replied with hesitance, eyeing her skeptically as she crossed her arms, slamming his door shut.

“What’s up is that you’re a jerk! How could you say that to her?” Robin exasperated, making Eddie immediately know who she was referring to, given that you were one of the only girls he spoke to. 

He tried to walk away with a groan, “She’s the one who’s all sweet with Carver.”

Her eye’s widened, racing up to him and pulling his shoulder, forcing him to look at her. Her confusion made him express the same reaction, both stopping when they saw you race past with your books pressed to your chest, going straight for the parking lot.

“You’re an idiot, Munson!” Robin shrieked causing him to wince, “She asked you to hang out and you told her to ‘Piss off’. She cried about it all night.” The recollection of his words made him cringe, even if you had betrayed him. 

“Why would she be crying? She’s the one all friendly with Jason, you know, the one who’s made my life a living hell.” He emphasized, waving his arms that didn’t garner attention, most accustomed to his theatrics.

“She likes you! And her being friendly to Jason was because he tried asking to be partners for class which she declined! She said he wasn’t nice to you and Jason tried being smug about it because he’s a jackass!” Robin explained, the color from Eddie’s face draining as he processed the information. 

“Oh, God.” He sighed, rubbing his palms down his face, his skin crawling at how he had been behaving lately.

While mad on your behalf, Robin had empathy for him, knowing his dealt cards were not, typically, favorable. From his home life to education, he had been let down time and time again, it would only make sense for it to happen in his eyes.

“Yeah, you were really mean to her, Eddie.” Robin replied quieter, “You know she’s an omega, right?”

Eddie’s look of surprise met Robin’s compassionate one as he nodded for confirmation, leaning in closer to continue their delicate conversation. 

“You,” She emphasized with a jab at his chest, “Were her first friend here and the only alpha she had ever met who was nice to her.” 

His own concern made him not contemplate the idea that you could’ve faced issues too. That, maybe, the reason you got along so well was due to your joint experiences of prejudice. 

Racing out the door, he scanned the parking lot for you, but only saw jocks waiting for practice to begin. His van had never started so quickly as he pressed the gas, barely under the speed limit as he searched for you. 

In the distance, he saw a blur of blue jeans and a blouse, realizing it was you as he got closer. Honking his horn, you whipped around, eyes squinting before he slammed on the brakes when you jumped back.

“Hey, want a ride?” He feigned casualty, making you shift uncomfortably, looking down the long road home. Not wanting to further irritate the backs of your ankles, you nodded, climbing in.

The silence was awkward as he went towards the edge of town, remembering how you mentioned you lived in the neighborhood a few blocks away from the trailer park. As each minute passed, he worked up the courage to speak.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been acting like a dick lately and I’m sorry.” He blurted, catching you by surprise, “I saw you with Jason and I thought you were being put up to it by him, being my friend and stuff.”

The blush that filled his cheeks made you realize his honesty, stopping at a stop light and looking in your direction. He wasn’t sure of the emotion you were experiencing, pressing his nails into his jean-clad thigh. 

“I get it, I’ve had my fair share of bullying too, but I like you, Eddie.” You confessed, “My last school was mostly betas and other omegas, every alpha I met was a jerk. It’s why I was nervous about being your friend too.”

It had never been explicitly confirmed that you both knew what the other was, but it felt natural now that it was out in the open. So naturally, he drove right to his trailer, stopping and asking if you wanted to come inside.

“Can I ask when you started to like me?” Eddie questioned, getting you a Coke from his fridge and some chips. 

“I knew I liked you as soon as I smelled you.” You responded bashfully, looking at your feet and tucking hair behind your ear. “I hate the way most alphas smell, but you smell great.” Making his confidence soar at the knowledge that you likely hated the way Jason and his goons smelt.

The afternoon was spent talking, explaining how you ended up in Hawkins, presented early at 16, and spent most of your time alone. He talked about how he lived with Wayne, how he presented over a year ago, Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin. 

Talking about presenting would typically make you uncomfortable, but it didn’t with Eddie, it slipped past your lips easily and didn’t feel intense. He didn’t look at you differently, he asked more about your personality without an ounce of judgment in his words. 

“Eddie, when I said I liked you, I think I really do.” You whispered, an episode of Match Game playing in the background as you ate some pizza that you had delivered.

“I would hope so, otherwise you have to walk home.” He jested, taking a bite of his pizza before wiping his mouth with a white napkin. You pressed your foot against his leg, pushing him away as you lounged on the opposing side of the couch.

“I mean, I like you, Eddie.” You revealed, looking towards him, his eyes towards the TV.

“I know, you said it- Wait, Ohhh.” He elongated, look at you, his heart dropped to his feet. The breath he once had was lost as you looked into his eyes, awaiting his response that he was struggling to vocalize. “I like you too.”

The grin that dawned on your face made him mimic it, leaning closer to kiss you tentatively. His nose bumped into yours, giggles erupting from your lips as he sat back, embarrassment flooding your features.

“Eddie.” You drew out, shuffling closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek, feeling the heat pooling. He looked the other way playfully, putting his hand up in your face. With a gasp, you could see his smile through the cracks in his fingers.

“Okay then, I guess I’ll be on my way.” You huffed sarcastically, standing up and facing the door. 

In a swift motion, his hand caught your wrist, pulling you back towards him. In a mysterious way, you twisted before falling to his lap, facing him. 

“That wasn’t supposed to happen, but thank God it did.” He said breathlessly, throwing caution to the wind and pulling you closer, letting your lips collide. 

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[puggemon]

* Dustin’s Babysitter *

You are Lucas’ substitute

for the big game.

EDDIE MUNSON X READER

[ TW: Cursing ]

If someone had asked you earlier on in the day of the big game what you would have been doing later that night, you definitely wouldn't have suspected you'd be in a dark, ominous, room filled with Eddie Munson and the group that everyone deemed "Freaks". But you'd been approached by Dustin Henderson during lunch time, who was clearly in distraught, as he rambled to you the story of why he needed a substitute for the Hellfire Club meetup.

*•*•*•*

"Lucas backed out on us and left us missing a player for tonight," He sighed, pressing his hands together in a begging motion, and sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. "And you're the first person I thought of!"

He'd done this puppy-dog bribery many times before, every time you babysat him and he wanted something that was on the list of things his Mother wanted him to avoid. Any violent movie, or sweet snack that could possibly induce a sugar coma.

"What's in it for me?" You spoke sarcastically, knowing that in no way could you say no to the young boy who you'd grown super close to. But that didn't mean you couldn't tease him, exactly like an older sibling would.

"You can have one of our t-shirts! They're handmade. And we all get one." He pulled the fabric in between his fingers and smiled a big, dorky, smile. "Super soft too,"

"Fine, Dusty. I'll go. But I definitely want mine in [FAVORITE COLOR] or I'm not wearing it. Deal?" You held out your hand for the not-so-secret secret handshake the two of you have.

He let out a sigh of relief at you agreeing to the DND session, before playing into the handshake. "Deal."

*•*•*•*

Thus how you ended up here, creating a DND character and living out in a fantasy world, under the gaze of a few males you'd never even introduced yourself to, and Dustin's friend, Mike Wheeler. You didn't know what to expect out of this game, but it was definitely different than what you expected. Everyone was genuinely enjoying their time, knocking back Mountain Dews and bantering back and forth, going through the scenes that the Dungeon Master, Eddie Munson had created.

That was, until he revealed the ultimate plot twist in the map and everyone grew tense, as they all fought against Vecna, who was supposed to be dead. Multiple people from the group of players, got downed along the way, until it was just you and Dustin...

"We have to just give up, there's no way we can win this," One of the guys said, as all of you were huddled in the corner, away from Eddie, discussing game plans. "Give up? But he's on such low health!" Dustin argued, looking over to you, hoping you'd agree with him.

"Dusty's right. We've basically got this guy in a body bag,"

"Did they even have body bags in medieval times?" Questioned the other party, in attempts to settle the situation down. Each one of you let out a soft chuckle, before Mike spoke up with his opinion. "I think it's pretty risky, but there's only two of us left, so I think it should be their choice."

They all turned their attention to you and Dustin, who were already looking at one another. Silently, you agreed to continuing the fight with a nod of the head. That's when the circle disbanded and all of you went back to the table.

"What did the jury decide?" Eddie asked, a smirk on his face as he looked between you and Dustin.

"Let's kick some ass," Dustin spoke up from beside you, making you give a side eye and scold him on his foul language. You were still his babysitter, after all.

"Sorry, let's kick some butt." He reworded his sentence making Mike snort from the sidelines.

"It's all or nothing, one of you two must roll a twenty on the dice, or you'll be at a loss." Eddie explained, hand holding out the blue die. You grabbed at it, your hand briefly brushing against Eddie's, making goosebumps form along your arms. Your eyes were locked with his as you handed the dice to Dusty, who was impatiently waiting beside you. "I'm going in," he spoke up, blowing the dice in between his hands for good luck. It was at this moment that you broke the staring contest with Eddie Munson, heart beating out of your chest. Your eyes wandered down to the dice that Dustin had just let go onto the board. 12. Everyone groaned, Dustin facepalming at the sight of not meeting the goal. It was now your turn.

Eddie watched carefully as you took your turn, checking you out, his eyes going up and down your figure. How had he never met you before tonight? He'd never even heard Dustin talk about you. He actually didn't even know Dustin was young enough to have a babysitter. But with Dustin's Mom being who she was, he wasn't surprised about it. The fact that you would actually be seen around with them, as you'd walked around campus with the group, meant that you were just like them, even though you looked nothing like them. He dug it. Totally and utterly, dug it.

In fact, the first moment he saw you he thought you would be mean. He thought that nothing was going to work out, and you'd probably piss on his gameplay. But as you started getting more into the game, he started getting more into you and your presence.

"Oh my god," Dustin whispered, watching the dice fumble around the board, before landing on a 20. "OH MY GOD! [Y/N] YOU DID IT!" He screamed, happily, wrapping you up in a giant bear hug. You reciprocated the hug, and everyone around started cheering you on, excited that the one in a million chances you had, was enough.

It was at that moment that Eddie had deemed you to be a permanent part of the HellFire Club. Knowing that if it needed anyone, it needed you, and solely because he had a fascination with the idea of having someone who looked like they didn't belong, belonging.

~

Everyone stepped out into the night sky, a smile swept across all of your faces. You'd really enjoyed your time, and was thankful Dustin had thought of you first, to play the game with him. "Goodnight guys," Mike spoke up, receiving a few goodnights in return, before running off towards his chained up bicycle.

"Thank you for coming today," Dustin said, happy that he got to spend some bonding time with you outside of babysitting and school. And because you saved his ass.

"No problem, Dusty." You ruffled his curls, causing him to groan in dissatisfaction. He bumped his shoulder into you, playfully as the two of you continued walking along the concrete path.

"Hey, wait up!" Eddie called from behind, in a slight jog, trying to catch up to the both of you. Once he was finally beside you, he smiled, and it was the cutest thing you'd possibly ever seen.

"What's up, Ed?" Dustin asked, looking towards the leader of his club, awaiting an answer.

"I don't think I properly got to introduce myself to you before the game. I'm Munson. Eddie Munson." He held out his hand for you to shake, which you took happily into your own. "I know who you are, I'm [Y/N]."

Eddie wasn't quite surprised at the fact that you knew of his existence, considering he was called the biggest freak in school.

"Well, just so you know Hellfire Club is every Friday night, and you're welcome to join anytime that you like. What you did today was pretty great."

"Enough flirting kids, I'm ready to go home." Dustin interrupted, taking both of you aback. You shushed him before playfully pushing him away, to the side. "But you're my riiiideee," he whined, before taking the hint to leave and walking over to the other group members who were in another conversation.

"I should probably get him home, but.. it was nice finally introducing myself to you, Eddie."

"Not quite the freak you thought I was, huh?" He laughed, twirling his hair in between his fingers, mocking the actions of a flirtatious woman.

"I never said that." You retorted with a playful tone of voice, and a wink, before walking off to collect the kid that you had to take home for the night.

Eddie was left there with an extra beat to his heart, and a newfound desire for you.

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[cyberslam]

I've prayed enough, I rolled the dice

"Hangman" Adam Page/Swerve Strickland

[Ao3 link]

Swerve Strickland's forgotten, until he's reminded, and now he has to follow the chain into the unknown, way out there.

(Lord Huron inspired AU)

Ancient Names, Pt. I.

It was by a roadside stop.

A young woman, with ochre tinted skin and green eyes sat there, at a table just outside the entrance to the brown brick building. She had jet black hair, a thick curtain of bangs covering her forehead. Her clothes were unremarkable: a purple and red hoodie, ripped black jeans, and black converse shoes. More notably were her various black piercings and tattoos. Industrials, conch, multiple lobe piercings. A septum piercing, a labret piercing, snake bites, and an eyebrow piercing on her right eyebrow. All black, either small hoops or simple studs. Around her wrist, just barely peeking out from her hoodie sleeve was a tattoo of barbed wire that seemed to go up her arm.

By all means, nothing was flashy about her to Swerve. Some girl into alt culture.

Her feet tapped along to an unknown beat, as she shuffled cards and aimlessly laid them down on a taffeta tablecloth. The cloth was red, embroidered in a rainbow of different celestial shapes. Stars, moons, ringed planets, suns. There was a clear handmade quality to the embroidery job. She would pick up the cards, roll some dice, lay cards down, and pick them up after looking them over. Her face changed from apathetic, to amused, to something adjacent to excited. Intrigued, even?

Swerve had been watching her for a while from his seat in his car. Ditching the sports car at home, he rented an SUV with some reasonable mileage. It still was a nice car, a deep red and only a year or so old.

He had been traveling alone. Leather jacket, fur lined around the neck covered his torso. He wore a hoodie, black, under the jacket, and tight fitting jeans with basketball shoes. His own scheme was reds and blacks. It amused him, the overlapping color scheme between himself and the young woman. The smirk on his face wouldn't exactly go away. Something was tempting him to humor the young lady. He had been observing as people walked by her, either ignoring her like she didn't exist, or whispering to each other and avoiding her like she was toxic to the touch.

There was a plastic fold out chair across from her, tucked into the table. In the twenty or so minutes he observed, not a single person sat down.

It wasn't a surprise. Normally these booths were set up to sell things like honey or local fruits. It wasn’t like there were any prices or things like that written down. Just…this young lady dealing cards and rolling dice to herself. 

Eventually, she stood up and went inside the rest stop building. That was when Swerve made his move. He exited his car, and walked to the folding table. Curiously, he looked over the set up, before pulling the plastic chair out and sitting down in it. There was a slight creak, the hard plastic bending a little under him. He leaned back, taking a photo of the table in front of him.

“That'll be five dollars.” The girl was next to him, silent like a stalking cat, holding a cup of something. Hershey's Ice Cream, with a straw in it. A milkshake.

Swerve hadn't even heard her come out but he didn't jump when she spoke. Still, a chill ran down his spine that he ignored, before looking up at the girl. He could better see her makeup too. Red around her eyes, thin black eyeliner, and black lipstick.

There was something about her dark green eyes; the amused smile on her face. It left another chill down his spine. This girl was cold.

“I’m kidding. I do everything for free. Sort of. I don’t take cash.” She moved around the table, sitting down across from the dark haired man. “I’m Caroline Cain.”

“Swerve. Strickland.” He introduces himself, leaning back in the plastic chair. He keeps up the unphased demeanor, despite the skin crawling sensation that wouldn’t get away.

Caroline hummed in response. “You’re looking for something, aren’t you?”

“Looking for something? Little lady, I'm not looking for anything.” Swerve knew he was lying, to her, and to himself.

“You’re searching. Wandering. Aimless. You forgot, and you need to remember.”

“Listen–”

“YOU listen.” Caroline snaps, squinting her eyes. She has the cards in hand, shuffling them and putting them down before grabbing the handful of dice. She holds them out, right in front of his mouth. “Blow.”

He follows the command as if compelled by her words.

She rolls the dice, the sound against the taffeta soft.

And then again,

And again.

Swerve looks over at the dice. A skull, a six, a four, and two twos.

“You’re looking for the Dead Eye. Your luck has been set back. You don’t even realize it. There’s much in your life you don’t even know you’re missing, you’re not seeing.”

Swerve stared down at the dice. At the skull.

“It counts as one. You’re real lonesome. A lone cowboy, hm?”

“I’m not the cowboy.” The response was automatic, Swerve snapping his head up. Caroline looked…smug? Curious? Her face was unreadable to him. It unsettled him.

“Mmm…no you’re not.” She nodded, putting the dice aside and grabbing the deck of cards. They were playing cards, simple enough. 

The joker. And two twos. Three cards. 

The joker, a dancing skeleton. One of the two cards was a skull, and the other was two moons. He’d never seen cards with suits like this. 

“You’re looking for him. The joker, and you’re walking parallel paths. He and you, you’re undergoing a great change. You both have to follow your intuition. The ■■■■■ is broken, but you can fix it. Follow the ■■■■ ■■■■■. You need to–”

“That’s it. Whatever bullshit scam this is, it’s over.”

“Scam?” Caroline hummed, looking to the side. “If you say so.”

He pulls out his wallet, taking out a twenty dollar bill and throwing it on the table before walking away. She waves a little, smiling.

Swerve doesn’t look back.

The sky had been clear, but there was thick cloud coverage moving in from the southeast. It was dark, gray clouds. A storm was rolling in while Swerve got in his rental car. He drove away, turning his headlights on as he exited the parking lot. Something was harrowing about that interaction.

There was a chill in his bones as he drove into the storm, his head drowning in thoughts, flashes, memories that he couldn’t remember.

Hail hit his car, small pellets, 

before driving into rain, 

into snow. 

The roads were winding,

up and down,

unfamiliar to Swerve.

His car drove into the mist, descending into the valley of a hill. 

He was driving for hours. 

He was driving for minutes. 

Through decades, through eons, through nothing, through everything. 

His younger self, somewhere on the streets of Seattle. His veins, filled with void. He didn’t know, but he did. He wanted to be somewhere, he had to be.

Where did he have to be?

A familiar face, familiar dirty blonde hair, blood spilling out. Choking on it. Gurgling up, uncanny taste of metal as he can’t breathe anymore, his neck is chained, he can’t breathe–

Swerve sits up with a start, in a motel room. Cold sweat drips down his forehead, the hum of the radiator and his own breathing filling the room. A car passes by, headlights briefly illuminating the room. There’s the shadow of a man, tall and broad. His hair is to his shoulders, and that’s all Swerve can tell. He’s familiar as much as he’s unfamiliar. 

At the edge of the bed, there it is. The chain from his dream. The chain that was wrapped around the shadow’s neck.

He reaches out, and it’s colder than ice, and it hurts, but he reaches out and holds it and brings it up, and sees it, sees the rust and the dried blood, flaking off, and something compels him, draws him in, and he brings his lips to the blood and it’s sweet and it’s warm and it’s like everything he’s needed and it’s like nothing he’s ever had.

He knows now, his soul does, that this was what he needed to find. What Caroline had said. What she was saying. This chain was binding, and it had been broken, and now he had to follow it to way out there to find what he needed.

He had to follow the chain.

To him.

#d is writing #hangman adam page #swerve strickland #yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay finally writing this thing that's been bouncing in my head #i have ideas for the next chapter hopefully ill start that soon #really go listen to lord huron though #whispering pines au

[en-mode-autopilote]

Raf and Sam with the random emojis 🎲🐈🚃

They chose to get overseas when their career ended for two reasons: the pressure and the change of scene. Playing for a team like Montréal is a lot of pressure on your shoulders. And although they were close to their families by staying in the province, they already were planning to go somewhere else for the rest of their career, knowing that the League wasn’t really for them anymore.

To make a clear decision, a dice was made. Since Raf adores playing board games so much, it was an easy way to settle the perfect destination. They had a few in mind. Mostly in Europe but they looked for a league in Asia as well. That was unexpected for both of them but it was also necessary. They rolled the handmade dice and it stopped on Japan, of all the countries.

It’s literally at the other end of the globe. It’s enough to be completely forgotten about. That’s what they were looking for.

Sam receives a text from Raf as he is coming back from the little market with some flowers and some fish for today’s dinner. If there is a place in the world that is finally able to balance the needs of his stomach: it’s Japan, and especially Osaka where there is literally a whole street of food waiting for him everyday as he comes back from a game or a practice.

From Raf: Will be there in a few, we had an overtime.

Sam smiles.

To Raf: Then, wait for me, I’m going to join you if you’re not too far!

His team is not really far away from where he is. He can walk a few more blocks just to run into him in time.

From Raf: Still in the locker room, if you’re so keen to it.

To Raf: Will wait for you outside then.

Sam takes some steps back before heading to the facility where Raf plays. It has been so easy for them here. It’s incredible how it’s not difficult to navigate. His Japanese is not on point but he has the basics. Raf is better than him for this.

He walks until he arrives and it coincides with Raf getting out and some of his teammates waving at him while they get out. “Good game?”

“We won but I’m tired.” Raf laughs.

Sam takes his stick, letting Raf with the bags because he has his other hands full. “We’ll be home in a few.” He reassures him.

“Can’t wait to sit down and relax, I’m not going to lie to you.”

They head for the bus along the other Japanese who look just as exhausted as Raf who nearly falls asleep on his shoulders during the trip back. They get off and the same cat from their next-door neighbors is waiting for them outside. They go upstairs. Sam unlocks the door. He puts Raf’s bag close to it. He let his partner going in first.

“You can go take a nap while I make us dinner.” Sam passes a hand in his hair, lovingly.

Raf’s eyes are tired and he’s blinking back to him. He goes to kiss him lazily before he heads for the couch. Sam goes behind the kitchen counter. He replaces the flowers for the fresh ones he brought earlier from the market. He goes to check on Raf who is already napping on the couch. Sam smiles. He reaches for the blanket to put over him.

He then heads to his quarters to make them a good dinner for them to enjoy after this. And that’s when he thinks that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#raf & sam #ficcery #thank you thank you jenn <3 #jimothystu #tell me that i was inspired by my future japan trip without telling me that i'm excited for my japan trip LOL #i hope that you'll enjoy it #another future fic

[stankycowboy]

"Here." Delicately a small box is dropped into his lap before she plops down into the soft, pink embrace of her bed.

It's simple mostly. Black with no paper but tied around it is a bow printed with a pattern of eyeballs. The small tag reads 'Trick & Treat' in glittering gel ink. Nestled within the confines are two things. The first is a necklace. The main pendant is half a technicolor heart with the inscription BFF on it. Though with it hang several molar teeth --- charms that are just too realistic in look (and even feel) to be fake. One even has a gold cap. That, in her mind, was the trick. Nothing heinous, rather hilarious. Or in her humblest opinion it's worth a laugh. If nothing else she got a kick out of the idea.

The second item is absolutely the treat. A classic style stiletto switchblade. The handle is a sleek black marbling, and the blade whips out smooth as silk; sharp and shiny ready to slice or dice. Of course, being the beast he is, it's not a necessary item but since when were knives not fun? Never.

"Happy Halloween."

Severen drops the bag of candy he has been carrying for her into the small pink chair by the door. It slumps, nearly spilling their spoils amongst the scattering of other things that have accumulated there. Juliet collapses onto her bed in a similar fashion. He glances over at the sound of her voice, popping the sucker out of his mouth with an arched brow. He was pretty sure that gift giving wasn't really a part of the holiday, but turning down presents was not in his nature. Eagerly, he sits next to her and picks up the package. Admiring the outer decoration, he slips the lollipop back into place to free his hands. He flips the tag over, gives her a wink, and pulls the bow apart. The ribbon lies limply in his lap as he pries the lid off the box and peers inside. He is honestly surprised by the first object. A necklace. Handmade. Something in his throat constricts, emotion impossible to completely hide although he would admit to nothing if asked. A distant memory plays behind his eyes. Diamond encircling his throat with a string of glass beads. 'All snakes display their colors'. Severen is quiet for a nearly a full minute as he stares down at the heart, the acronym inscription such a trademark sign of the one who has made it that it's like a physical imprint of her frozen in time.

Feeling uncomfortable suddenly in his sentimentality, the flesh eater clears his throat and shifts on the bedspread, chuckling awkwardly. "S'nice" he smiles through his teeth, setting the lid down so he can pick up the jewelry and examine the teeth; respecting the bloodstains that were unable to be entirely scrubbed out. "Hn, that's a quality crown", he admires the accessorized tooth, thinking of how he would have pried this out to make a pretty penny 'back in the day'. He's so caught up in this first item he nearly misses the second without her gesturing to it. A soft exhale passes his lips as puts the box down in his lap to use his other hand to snatch up the truly exquisite knife. Brightly shining eyes run the length of the handle in wordless praise of the excellent styling. The nearly soundless, 'snick' of the blade springing from its housing actually makes the hairs on his neck stand up. It is a thing of beauty. "This is..." he sighs, like a kid on Christmas having their belief reaffirmed in Ol' St. Nick. Severen is completely dumbfounded by materialistic wonder. "...S'nice" he says again, quiet, rotating his hand to watch the light radiate blindingly off the polished edge. Finally, his gaze slips off his presents and he locks his eyes onto Juliet's with radiant joy. "We still gotta couple hours right?" He hasn't said 'thank you', he hasn't given her praise, or stumbled over himself to show a physical sign of his gratitude, yet it is not presumption, or greed that causes him to do so; it is the very honest surprise at being the recipient of such things. Like any over eager youth-- or one who acts like he is in any regard-- he is simply bursting to show his new wonders to the world; forgetting that Juliet is the provider, merely wanting her to join in the fun. Without waiting, Severen stands up, the box now a forgotten vessel tumbling to the floor as he ( regretfully ) tucks the blade back into the sheath so he may pocket it. Clumsily, he unclasps the necklace and secures it around his throat. It falls in a familiar place, the pendant just in the center of his clavicle-- framed by the faint ridges of the molten fragments still housed in his skin-- fingers touching it faintly, as if affirming its weight; its pride of place. Feigning ignorance to his bathos, Severen speeds toward the door. "C'mon!" He encourages her with a nod of his head, ready to see just how sharp his new knife is on the first motherfucker he finds. Diamond would approve, that he's sure, and that is good enough for him.

#✘ ic. #chainsawcutiie #( BIG FEELINGS )

[local-redhead-bookworm]

@billyhargrovens oh harringrove AU where billy is a selkie and neil has his skin and steve finds out

This got away from me. I was going to just ramble in the tags, but it turned into a full fic and I wanted to give it its own post. I didn’t write this as expressly romantic, and I’m not really a Harringrove shipper, I just really loved the concept. Take this however you want.

Word count: 2107

TW/CW: implied/referenced abuse in regard to both Billy and his mom, some swearing

“All right, Max, don’t forget that Mike’s hosting game night tomorrow,” Steve called through the Beemer’s open window as Max reached the front door.

“Wait, hold on, I have a comic to give back to Dustin.” She darted inside.

Steve sighed and turned off the car. He didn’t know how long it would take Max to find said comic, and he didn’t want to wait in the car wasting gas.

He hadn’t seen the inside of the Hargrove-Mayfield house before. Steve knew he was rich by most standards, but he couldn’t help but see just how beat up everything was. The furniture was dinged up, the walls needed a repaint, and the trim was separating from the wall. And those were just some of the surface things. He walked down the hall to wait outside Max’s door until she was done. That should have been the end of it.

But he’d gotten bored and glanced across the hall. Max’s parents’ bedroom, he guessed. But he could see a tuft of golden hair behind the side of the bed and just as it always did, curiosity got the better of Steve Harrington.

He tiptoed into the room, and sure enough, the gold hair belonged to Billy, who was holding something that looked kind of like a blanket. He hadn’t wrapped it around himself, he was just holding it with a near-reverence. He didn’t notice Steve’s approach until a floorboard creaked, then his head snapped toward the intruder, eyes wide with something that Steve thought might be fear. Once he recognized Steve, his expression shifted to rage. He dropped the blanket— but it wasn’t a blanket, it looked more like an animal pelt. Steve had never taken Billy for a hunting man, and why would one of his trophies be in someone else’s room?

All those thoughts raced through Steve’s head that he didn’t notice Billy had moved until Steve’s back met the wall. The pain brought him back to the present, and Billy’s eyes were blazing, his hands clenched around Steve’s shirt collar.

“Get. Out,” Billy spat through clenched teeth. His voice was filled with anger, but Steve could have sworn he saw a tear glimmer in the other boy’s eye.

He pushed Billy off of him and stormed out into the hall to wait for Max with her stupid comic book. The back of his head throbbed dully.

After a few minutes, Billy exited the room and shut the door behind him, shooting a venomous glare at Steve as he passed him. Max shouted in triumph and emerged from her room holding Dustin’s comic, which was surprisingly but fortunately not torn.

“Here you go,” she said as she handed it to him. “You might wanna go before Billy sees you.”

Steve laughed quietly. “A little late for that.”

“Do I need to get the bat?” Max asked, fists clenching as she glared toward a door he assumed was Billy’s.

“No, don’t bother, it wasn’t a big deal.” Steve wasn’t sure why he was defending Billy, but for some reason he didn’t want Max to go after the guy again, bat swinging. Maybe it was that moment of fear he’d seen when Billy realized he was there.

Steve drove back to his house with his mind whirling.

———

When game night arrived, Steve was as usual playing chauffeur to Dustin. Normally, he would have just dropped the kid off and killed time until he had to take him home, but this time he had a question to ask the rest of the kids.

The kids were all crowded around the table. Will had on a wizard costume that Steve was pretty sure Joyce handmade, and El was inspecting one of the dice. The group sent up a cheer when they saw that Dustin had arrived.

Steve tapped Will on the shoulder and, to avoid being heard by the rest of the group, he quietly asked, “Can I talk to you in private for a second?”

Will nodded and the two retreated to the furthest corner of the basement.

“What do you know about magical creatures with animal skins?” Steve asked. “Don’t ask me why, it’s just a hunch.”

“Okay.” The Byers boy nodded and started listing things off on his fingers. “Well, you have some versions of werewolves and other were-species, you have some people who were cursed, you have selkies—”

“Wait, what’s a selkie?” Steve interrupted.

“Selkies are people who can turn into seals. Sometimes they’re a type of mermaid, but that’s,” Will made a vague gesture, “pretty rare. They usually stay in seaside areas, but there are a lot of stories about people forcing selkies, typically female ones, to live on land by hiding their skins.”

“What if the selkie found the skin?” Steve asked.

“Usually once they find their skin, they go back to the sea and are never heard from again. I’ve read a few stories where the person who stole the coat has to voluntarily return the coat to the selkie, but that’s pretty rare.” Will looked at Steve with consideration. “Why the sudden interest?”

Steve leaned in close to Will and lowered his voice. “Would you think I was crazy if I told you I thought I’d found a selkie in Hawkins?”

Will shook his head. “I’ve seen way too much to think anyone’s crazy in this town,” he said with a sad smile.

“And how would I, hypothetically, know if someone was a selkie?”

“Well,” the smaller boy thought for a few seconds before replying. “The easiest way would be to find their pelt, but that’s tricky. They often smell like the ocean and they’re usually really great swimmers. In some legends their hair never dries or they have webbed fingers.”

“Thanks, kid. You’ve been a real help.” With that, Steve grabbed his jacket and exited the basement.

———

It made so much sense. California being a coastal state, the way Billy would smell like salt when he got up close during basketball practice, how easily he took to the water at the Hawkins high pool and how he had applied for a lifeguard position.

Steve drove back to the house on Cherry. Thankfully the driveway was empty, but Steve still opted to climb in through Max’s window rather than break and enter. He made his way to the master bedroom and dug around under the bed until he found a box that looked right. It was like an old chest, with metal bindings and a few barnacles encrusted on one of the corners. Not super out of place for a former Californian, but still suspicious enough.

The coat looked like it would have been big enough for Billy to wrap it around himself with ease, and Steve’s fingers buzzed where he touched the pelt. There was something powerful about it, and Steve felt like he could almost hear crashing waves and the crying of gulls, sounds he had only heard once when his parents had taken him to the beach, before they were too busy for their son.

It crossed Steve’s mind to wrap the pelt around himself, but he immediately rejected the thought. The fact that he was holding it felt like enough of an invasion of privacy as it was. This pelt seemed almost sacred.

He hadn’t heard a car pull up, or the front door unlock, or the steps that came down the hall.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Billy’s voice brimmed with anger.

Steve turned to face him, a wide and probably dumb-looking grin on his face. “You’re a selkie!”

The anger on Billy’s face faltered, replaced by a look of shock and, there it was again, fear. He stalked forward and it seemed like he was about to snatch the pelt out of Steve’s hands, but instead his hand just hovered above it for a moment, then ran lightly over it. His hand stayed there for a few seconds, then Billy dropped it and all traces of anger vanished from his face. He looked wrung out, and the gesture had seemed almost like a goodbye.

“Fine.” His voice was quieter than Steve had ever heard it, and it cracked on that single word. “You’ve got me.”

Billy sat down on the bed with his head hung low. “What do you want, Harrington? Sunken treasure? Good sailing weather? We’re pretty damn landlocked, last time I checked.” He was smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and his tense body gave off the impression of a tightly coiled spring.

“What are you doing here in Hawkins?”

Billy stared at him in confusion. “Out of all the questions you could ask, you pick that one?”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugged. “Like you said, you’re pretty landlocked, and I thought selkies stayed near the coast. Why haven’t you left?”

Billy laughed softly, but it was tinged with sadness. “That’s a long story, Harrington.”

Steve settled back onto the bed. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna, but I’ve got time.”

Billy took a long, deep breath and nodded.

———

“My mom was a selkie too,” Billy began. “I don’t know what she ever saw in Neil, but she left the sea, married him, and had me.”

His expression turned sad. “I think it was shortly after I was born that the bastard stole her pelt. She used to go swimming with me, but I don’t think I ever saw her in her seal form more than ten times in my life.

“I was about ten years old when she decided she’d put up with enough of his shit.” he grimaced. “The older I got, the more bruises it seemed like she had. She threw a plate at him one night. She was black and blue the next morning, and she came to my room before the sun was up. I was barely awake at the time, and she left me this.” He held up the silver necklace that Steve had seen him always wear. “She took her pelt and she was gone.”

Steve shifted awkwardly where he was seated. If he was dealing with one of the kids, he would have pulled them in for a hug, but he didn’t think that would go over super well with Billy.

“After that, Neil took my pelt and hid it. I didn’t know where it had gone until a little before we moved to this shithole. I found my pelt and I think Neil expected me to just fuck off into the ocean and never come back, but I couldn’t just leave Max here. But anyway, he figured out that I’d found my pelt and a week later we were packed and moving here. And I expect you know the rest.”

———

Billy sat back, his eyes glistening with tears as he stared at the pelt that lay between them. “There, Harrington. Now you know my big secret, what are you gonna do with it?”

“I could keep it safe for you,” Steve said so quietly that Billy barely heard it.

“What?”

Words began to spill out of Steve’s mouth. “Just hear me out, okay? If you don’t want your old man to get his hands on it, I could keep it at my house. No one’s ever home except for me, so it’d be totally safe, and I wouldn’t lock it away or anything. And if you ever decide you want it back, or to just check on it, I’d be fine with that.”

A few tears slid down Billy’s face, but he was wearing probably the first genuine smile Steve had ever seen from him.

“All right, Harrington, I’m gonna trust you with this.” His voice was ragged as he folded up the pelt and stroked it for a moment. “Keep it safe for me, all right?”

Steve nodded as he accepted the pelt when Billy handed it to him. He had reached the front door when he turned around and said, “you know, I have a pool in my yard. It hasn’t been used in a while, but it’s pretty private so if you ever decide you wanna go for a swim, just drop on by.”

Billy nodded and smiled, and Steve could have sworn he heard a quiet “thanks” before the door closed between them.

———

When Steve made it home, he put the pelt into the chest of drawers in his room. Safe, but not locked away, just like he had promised.

As he drifted off to sleep that night, he dreamt of Billy, swimming and diving with a smile as bright as the light reflecting off the water. Further out in the ocean, a grey seal watched over him.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #max mayfield #steve harrington #will byers #stranger things fanfic #my writing #my posts #tw abuse mention #tw implied abuse #tw abuse

[the-sera]

For the lesbian ask game: 3, 5, 11, 18 and 29! 😊🌻

3. Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?

Leather jacket, but honestly both.

5. Describe your aesthetic

That is a very hard thing to do. I would not know where to start or in what sense to interpret it. But I will try with blips and bits.

Pale leather jackets, long dark brown hair, the sunrise's golden light, spicy tea on a cold fall morning, a handwritten poem with a seal, an old typewriter, the region of Sparta, a wide view of the mediteranean sea from a comfortable place under the sun, aviator sunglasses, a chief's private cuisine, a fencing sword and its prizes, handmade potery, blood red colors, open-back dresses, far too many lingerie outfits (I miss them dearly), a park during the fall covered in colorful leaves, oversized hoodies, a pile of pancakes with syrup, the summer rain, colorful sundresses, painting brushes and a giant canvas, airports in general, a D20 dice, bear totems and emblems, dreamcatchers.

11. Describe the worst date you have been on

I have visited the city once with a childhood friend and we decided to make it a date to a museum that had a theater in it. There was a rainstorm and it ruined us both. We were cold, wet and uncomfortable like rats. We sat uncomfortably in a theater and we ate bad food while our eyes were burning from hair products dripping from our wet hair. I would say this was the worst date I ever had. The gods were not favorable, I'm afraid.

18. Favorite lesbian movie?

I have a hard time picking, my memory is messig with me because of how tired I currently am lol In recent times I must say Atomic Blonde has a soft spot.

29. Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?

I think both happens evenly. I am someone who has always had a receptive nature. But if I know I really want someone, I go for it. No doubt. Life is too short, I have learned that the hard way.

#answered asks #send me asks #ask game #asks game

[40sandfabulousaf]

大家好! The weather is stupid hot right now; on sweltering days, I avoid oily foods because they make me feel even warmer! Steamed dim sum with century egg and chicken juk (Cantonese - congee) sounded good for a late lunch when the sun was still blazing. I had har cheong fun (Cantonese - prawn rice rolls in soy sauce) and sui zeng bao (Cantonese - crystal dumplings filled with diced shrimp, turnip and mushrooms) to go with my juk. OMG I might return to order nothing but sui zeng bao from this stall - they were delicious!

Din Tai Fung offers healthier options nowadays, so when Pa and I dined out, that was where we went. We ordered steamed shrimp and luffa gourd xiao long bao (soup dumplings) as well as cai jiao (veggie dumplings) and chicken noodle soup with no added salt. The shrimp and luffa gourd xiao long bao took getting used to, as I expected them to taste like pork xiao long bao; after eating 2, I began to like them. They were lighter, not oily and delicious in their own right. Thanks to these healthier options, Pa and I can dine at Din Tai Fung more often!

SW was in the mood for Japanese food, so we headed to a casual diner specialising in donburi. Customers can make their rice bowls a set meal with salad, miso soup and a side dish by adding $5 or $6, so we did. I chose agedashi tofu to go with my hotate (scallop) chirashi donburi. Aside from scallop, squid and fish sashimi, there were tobiko and ikura (shrimp and fish roe), seasoned seaweed, as well as a sheet of nori. We were so full after our meal!

Just because Grace, Douglas and I are derisking our health doesn't mean we forego everything delicious. We simply find more nutritious and less greasy substitutes for foods that we used to eat which weren't good for us. Dim sum and jiao zi (dumplings) come steamed or fried and contain a variety of fillings; diners choose how healthy they wanna eat. Velvety hai xian zhou (seafood congee) with cuttlefish, prawns, fish, egg, handmade pork balls and a light drizzle of sesame oil is less artery-clogging than creamy seafood pasta. Very delicious, better for health.

Hypertension, heart attack, colorectal cancer and diabetes patients are getting younger in some countries. Derisking our health was a necessary choice Grace, Douglas and I had to make. YL and I will catch up soon, and, whilst discussing where to eat, she confessed that she has also given up salads. I did so during covid because I was worried that the virus would still be alive if veggies weren't cooked. I still have salad occasionally, but it no longer forms part of my regular meals.

下次见!

#Youtube

[translationpaayal]

Wolf’s Repayment by Lan Lin

Translation of 狼的报恩 by 蓝淋

Yang Xiuyuan always harped on that he was (Lu Fei’s) savior[1].

There is no denying the fact that a year ago, Yang Xiuyuan had picked up Lu Fei, who was at his last breath, from an abandoned warehouse, had bandaged him into a mummy and had nursed him for two months before he could walk again unassisted. But if it were up to Lu Fei, he would rather valiantly hang on in the gang scene.

That would have been better than being treated as a Filipina maid.

"Feifei[2], I'm back." The elegant male voice, that had many falling over or fainting in courtrooms, rang out from the foyer. However, when Lu Fei heard the same voice, he felt like kicking Yang Xiuyuan.

It was that man!

Yang Xiuyuan walked steadily into the living at a steady pace with feet clad in white, cotton soaks. Even in this hot weather, his made-to-measure beige trousers and pure-white handmade silk shirt remained relatively sweat free[3]. All in all, his clean body and elegant demeanor did not sit well with how terribly annoying he was…

Yang Xiuyuan had turned Lu Fei from a relatively famous gang leader, who was known as Cang Lang in those days, into an apron-wearing cook!

"Is the dinner ready?"

"Yes," Lu Fei replied patiently.

“Have you fed Bibi (a parrot as eloquent as him)? Did you water the flowers? What about the water in the fish tank?”

At such times, Lu Fei would remind himself that the person in front of him is his savior, his benefactor, the one who saved his life. He has been in the gang for so long that he has to adhere to righteousness in everything[4]. Even on the streets, kindness had to be repaid.

It was only through these thoughts that he could control his urge to overturn the bowl of soup on Yang Xiuyuan’s head.

“Yang Xiuyuan, I have something to tell you,” saw Lu Fei, who was doing the dishes after they had dinner. Meanwhile, the lawyer was watching international news while savoring fruits that Lu Fei had diced for him. He seemed to be in a good mood. Lu Fei’s intuition told him that it was the best time to open up. Also, today marks the 365th day of Lu Fei providing free service to Yang Xiuyuan. With that all the favors should be repaid.

He couldn’t possibly continue being that brilliant lawyer’s cook for the rest of his life, could he?

“Huh?” Yang Xiuyuan put a small piece of dragon fruit in his and licked his fingers before turning his glance towards him.

It took Lu Fei, whose was dumbstruck by such provocative action and those teasing eyes, a lot of effort to convince himself that it was a man! No matter how alluring his face was, that was a man. What was a man’s beauty to him anyway?!

“I plan to work. My friend has helped me find a job in a company. It is nothing bad, so…”

That was half the truth. He had in fact ran into one of his brothers from his gangster days while out buying groceries at discounted rate in a supermarket like a housewife. The other party was surprised and rushed over to express his astonishment over finding him alive. When he enquired as to where he was staying nowadays, Lu Fei could only push his cart loaded with Kleenex and detergents with a flushed face and had replied perfunctorily that he had retired and was residing in a friend’s house. 

The so-called new job was nothing but a re-entry into gangland. Unlike Yang Xiuyuan, he did not have degrees and diplomas that would allow him to charge by the hour for basically talking to people.

“Oh? You want to resume your old career?”

With his lie exposed at once, Lu Fei’s wheat-colored face turned red as he replied, “No. It’s just to help some friends…”

“You're a fucking pig!”

He should have long gotten used to hearing Lu Fei cuss out when outside others’ earshot, but Lu Fei was still unable to process the queer combination of such a delicate and noble face and four-letter word[5].

“Help? Do you think you have lived too long?! Don’t you know that all that you did in the past were against the law? If you were not lucky, you would have died. Do you think there are people like me who would go around saving your skin? Think! Use your brain!”

Lu Fei went beet red.

“Then, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to clean your room and do housework all day long? I'm a man. I want to go outside. Yes, what should I not do?” He stuttered slightly when he was agitated, which made him lose colossally in front of silver-tongued Yang Xiuyuan.

Then the lawyer started speaking at a speed close to the speed of light. Lu Fei could see the two thin lips moving vigorously and felt his ears buzz. In the end, he managed to catch a bunch of keywords in the concluding remark – “To put it short, if you want to go, then wait for the next life!”

Pretty, no, talk, reason!

These four words jumped into Lu Fei's head in capital letter. The resentment that was boiling over in the past one year surged. He could not stand it anymore and raised his fist.

And stopped when it was centimeters away from Yang Xiuyuan's nose.

Could he really punch? What if the bridge of the nose breaks? Such a straight and pretty nose! It would be such a shame if he broke it with his own hand. The last time when Yang Xiuyuan got injured, a plethora of women fussed over a half a centimeter long scratch all day long. This time, if his nose is to collapse, won’t those women file a joint petition…

While Lu Fei was hesitating, he heard Yang Xiuyuan speak with a sneer, “What? Do you want to harm your savior?”

Woah!

The word ‘saviour’ has the same effect on Lu Fei as the mantra trapping Sun Wukong[6].

Every time Lu Fei tried to put up a resistance, Yang Xiuyuan would use that word to suppress him, hard-pressed to move.

Lu Fei could only swallow frustration and grief as he retracted his trembling fist.

“What? Do you think I’m unreasonable? I saved your life. How do you plan on repaying the life debt that you owe me? Do you consider freeloading in my house as an expression of gratitude? Not to mention this year’s rent and food…”

Yang Xiu Yuan is to Lu Fei what Buddha is to Sun Wukong. The former could single-handedly strangle the other to death.

Boohoo…

“Hey, are you going to bed? You haven't drawn the bath for me.”

“Huh…” Lu Fei clenched and unclenched his fist while drawing deep breaths, trying to keep himself from committing some utterly ungrateful action that would only lead to further humiliation.

“Actually, you don't have to feel so discouraged. It's not difficult to go out and work. It just so happens that there is a position with a decent income open. It is suitable for you, but I don't know if you want it or not.”

"What?" Lu Fei turned around at the speed of sound, his big chestnut eyes sparkling.

"Position is for a twenty-four hours bodyguard. Monthly full-time salary of this amount would be credited to your account every month." Yang Xiuyuan stretched out his fingers to indicate the amount. 

“Wow... Really?” Such a good thing. It was truly a pie in the sky.

“Of couse, I’ll do it. Who is the employer?”

Yang Xiuyuan turned his outstretched palm towards himself and said, “Me.”

“…” Lu Fei's flushed red for the third time that day.  “You’re playing with me!”

“What?” Yang Xiuyuan asked in surprise. “With my reputation for making enemies, isn't it natural for me to want to hire a bodyguard?"

“But the salary...” Lu Fei asked hesitantly, “Can you afford to pay such a high salary?”

Yang Xiuyuan said with a sneer, “Even if you are not literate, you would learn from the newsmongers how much top-ranking lawyers make in a year in China!”

“Hmm,” Lu Fei asked hesitantly, “will you really give me that salary?”

Yang Xiuyuan grinned as he replied, “Feifei, don't talk as if I’m usually mean to you.”

It was rare that Yang Xiuyuan was not too mean to Lu Fei.

The money that comes from being a bodyguard was just too easy to come by. All he has to do was follow Yang Xiuyuan out every day, go into the office, sit down to sip tea and read the newspaper, and accompany him while visiting clients or all the way to court, then go with him to treats and meals, and finally follow him home.

Was it fair to get paid so high for that?

Lu Fei felt as though he was waiting in the wings for the sky to fall.

After following Yang Xiuyuan around for a few days, Lu Fei found that the lawyer had indeed risen to a level when he would require full-time protection. By that logic, his sole bodyguard should be busy as well. On the contrary, Lu Fei felt that he idling as though on vacation which he felt was more tiring than his household chores.

“Attorney Yang, it’s all thanks to you that we won this lawsuit.” Director of a whatchamacallit group had treated them to dinner for a week now and was even bringing flowers.

"As it should be." Yang Xiuyuan have a polite smile.

Although Lu Fei, being the bodyguard and cook, who should ideally be happy that he did not have to cook dinner, couldn’t help feeling unhappy for some reason.

"Yang Xiuyuan, let me tell you," Halfway to the washroom, he couldn't help rubbing against the man who washed his hands gracefully. “Let’s not go out to dinner with this man again!”

“Do you not like it? If so, you don't have to come with me next time. I’ll have dinner with him alone.”

“How can that be!”

“Why not? Is it that you don’t want me to be alone with other men?” Yang Xiuyuan smiled at the mirror.

Was it such a strange thing to say? He was only about his personal safety!

“I am your 24-hour bodyguard. Since I get paid, I have to ensure your safety. So of course, I can't leave.” That’s why he had followed his even to the washroom.

“Really?” Yang Xiuyang seemed apathetic as he wiped his hands dry with the towel in the finely-woven bamboo basket.

“There is no danger in this place. You are worrying too much.”

“How can there be no danger!” Lu Fei blushed with conscientious excitement and lowered his voice to continue, “It's very unsafe for you to be around that person. I've already seen that…”

“What?”

“That is… don’t you know that in this world there are people who are… who are…” His face turned purple before he chocked out the word “homosexual!”

"So what?"

Yang Xiuyuan's calm and composed disposition, so much so that he did not even blink, surprised Lu Fei.

“What? A man like you can easily become a homosexual’s plaything!”

Even a man like Lu Fei, who has seen big scenes and is basically fearless, has some scruples about such thing. How can Yang Xiuyuan, who is so beautiful and weak, not be afraid at all?

"So, you mean you think I’m attractive to men?" Yang Xiuyuan laughed as he asked.

The nerve! What is there to be happy about it?

Lu Fei was a Cassandra like figure as his warning went unheeded. After the dinner, the director not only insisted on taking them home, but also pulled Yang Xiuyuan towards himself to plant a light kiss on the cheek.

Although it was only for a second, Lu Fei moved at supersonic speed and landed a punch on the director’s face

“What the hell do you want to do to him?!”

The director remained well-mannered, not swearing, rather gently touching when he got hit while giving Lu Fei a once-over. Neither was Lu Feis complexion fair not his face delicate, thus he was not his type.  

“What does this have to do with you? And what is your relationship with him?”

Lu Fei was silent for three second before answering, “I, I am his bodyguard!”

“Bodyguard? You are just a bodyguard[7]. Do you have the right to mess with your employer's personal relationship?”

The circuit (of his brain) was blocked for all of three minutes and Lu Fei stood there speechless. Tongue-tied, he turned to Yang Xiuyuan for help.

Yang Xiuyuan, who was watching the scene unfold with a smile, replied, “Well, this, indeed, is not something that bodyguards would care about.”

Lu Fei's face turned red again.

Due to that one remark of his, Lu Fei did not give face to Yang Xiuyuan for three days.

Humph! You dared to say I’m meddlesome. I'll quit my job when I get a new one!

“Feifei, you don't seem very satisfied with this job.”

The power of habit was just too strong. Now, he doesn’t find being addressed as Feifei all that nauseating.

“Is the salary not high enough?”

When the matter of his salary was brought up, Lu Fei was full of resentment. On the day his salary was to be paid, Yang Xiuyuan came to settle old scores, listing two months’ worth of medical expenses and food and rent for the past one year. God knew how he was capable of keeping tab of everything so clearly. After accounting for all things, Lu Fei not only did not receive even a dime as salary, but also ended up with an assload of debt out of thin air.

Beep... it will take ten years to repay the debt...

“Or is it that you are treated poorly?”

Lu Fei didn't reply. He just looked out of the window, at the flying birds, with eyes that yearned for freedom...

Tsk.

Damn! A man who was impassioned and larger-than-life, who was addressed by the glorious title, ‘Grey Wolf’ has come to being ordered around like a puppy by a frail scholar.

If his former brothers were to see him running after the garbage truck with two bags of garbage in the morning and squeezing into bus, carrying loofah and cabbage at night, he would just drop dead.

Can this sort of self-effacing behavior be considered beholden?

Tsk.

"Actually, it is not impossible for you to get better treatment and higher income. But for that you will have to take up another job where you would have greater responsibilities.”

I'm already your bodyguard when outside and your nanny when inside. I've already been your manservant for a whole year. I've honed all possible skill that can be of use to you in order to repay your kindness. What more do you want?

“I have a proposal. Would you like to give it a try?”

"No! " Lu Fei held his head high and stood his ground.

Most likely, there was nothing good to suggest. Just look at his toothy grin.

Before going to bed, Lu Fei had to run a bath for Yang Xiuyuan, fetch him everything from pajamas to underwear, set the room's air conditioning to a suitable temperature, draw the curtains tight, and set the alarm clock...

Boom!

Lu Fei endured all aggression and depression and called Yang Xiuyuan, who was sitting on the sofa, absent-mindedly flipping through a magazine.

"Hey, take a shower."

"Feifei, you've been ignoring me for a few days now. You're really upset, aren’t you?"

If you were me, would you be happy?

"If you hate being here so much, why don't you leave?"

"Huh?" Being asked out of the blue, Lu Fei stood dumbfounded for a while and then mumbled out, "Because you won’t let me go."

"I haven’t tied you up or held you captive. You can leave whenever you want."

The reflection of Yang Xiu Yuan's silver-rimmed eyes wavered, and he became confused. Moments ago, Lu Fei was longing for freedom. But when the matter of leaving was raised, he unexpectedly felt a pang.

 "I still owe you money." Woah, why did he bring that up? He was digging his own grave.

“Oh, the rent and all that… I was just kidding. The room was empty anyway. Never mind that. You don’t have to pay me back.

What’s with this sudden generosity? Really suspicious! But, why was Yang Xiuyuan suddenly trying to make him to leave?

“But... I want to… I want to repay your kindness. Wasn’t it you who incited me to repay you."

"Actually, you've done more than enough for me over the year. I didn't put much effort into saving your life."

“You say you didn’t put much effort into saving my life. But the fact that you saved my life remains. As you yourself said, ‘a favor of a drop of water should be repaid with a gushing spring’. So, I can only repay you with my life.”

Yang Xiuyuan’s eyebrows shot up, "So you would repay with your body?"

Wasn’t it a life for a life? Where did body come from?

After a while, the eyebrows came down.  "Well… The offer sounds good.”

What?

"Feifei, are you sure you don't want to go? Are you gonna stay and repay?"

Although being a bodyguard and nanny for a lifetime is pretty woeful, it was better than having to part with Yang Xiuyuan.

“You want to repay the life debt, but I don't need a bodyguard anymore.”

"Huh?" Lu Fei’s face fell. Was there no other way he could repay his debt save for doing housework?

“As I told you, there is another occupation for you. That way too, you can repay the life-debt. Would you like give it a try?”

“Oh?”

“What about a salary of …?[8]”

“Huh? That’s too much!”

“You'll get free of food and accommodation as well as complete right to dictate all the details of my life."

What a load of shit! Can you even call it a right? Isn’t that just getting Lu Fei to do all kinds of odd jobs for him?

“What? Won’t you like to do that? You can decide whom I should date and whether someone can kiss me or not.”

Ah, this… Doesn’t sound too bad. I don't know why, but somehow, I kind of want to manage that.

“Ok. Fine.”

Alas, Lu Fei is probably the most ill-treated worker under the sky. Even his salary was ...

"As for the content of the new occupation, I suggest we try it now."

"Work? Now?" While being pulled onto the sofa and made to sit next to him, Lu Fei wondered, "What the hell does it involve?"

"This…" Yang Xiuyuan’s handsome smile is got wider, then…

Lu Fei’s eyes were like copper bells as we he was held down on the sofa and his lips were blocked by lips.

After seven or eight minutes, he began to struggle to breath. While panting heavily, he began to struggle—because Yang was unfastening his drawstring.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Woohoo, Lu Fei’s voice was so feeble that it had none of the machismo of the great Grey Wolf. Instead, he sounded more like a chihuahua.

“Coping a feel.”

Even with a man of excellent build like Lu Fei putting up a resistant, Yang Xiuyuan seemed completely unaffected. Even his posture when pinning down Lu Fei looked relaxed.

Lu Fei understood why Yang Xiuyuan didn't need a bodyguard. Most bodyguards would not even be half as good as he was.

The dog that will bite really won't bark.

“Coping a feel? What? I’m a man!”

“Feifei… ah Feifei…” Yang Xiuyuan continued after nipping Lu Fei’s ear, “Don’t you know, in this world, there are homosexuals?”

Oh... So, he is... Well, that's not the point…

“Didn’t you say that I can start the work?!” Lu Fei was persistently defending his last interest, “Then, what are you fondling me for?”

Actually, Lu Fei couldn’t deny how good he felt at being touched.

"This is your new job!" Yang Xiuyuan was beaming.

"..." Lu Fei’s eyes widened and he quivered sorrowfully, "... is the object of leaking yù?"

"Ha ha," Yang Xiuyuan’s laughter was equal parts charming and wicked. Lu Fei's heart thumbed as he pressed their lips together again.

"To be my lover, you idiot."

Moments before he was completely consumed, Grey Wolf finally remembered that the ultimate way to repay kindness was not ‘with body’ but with one’s life.

However, estimating based on the incredible strength latent in Yang Xiuyuan’s lean body, by the time this night comes to an end, Lu Fei might not have much life to repay with...

[1] 救命恩人 – lit. life-saving benefactor

[2] Informal and relatively intimate way of referring to Lu Fei.

[3] Handmade clothing is high-end, valued for engaging craftsmanship more than bulk produced fast fashion. This along with the fact that Yang Xiuyuan can stay sweat-free in hot weather marks the class difference between them.

In many of Lan Lin’s novels involve class struggle between CP.  

[4] Gangs adhere to moral codes that emphasized on core values such as righteousness in all action.

[5] The original phrase literally translates into ‘Three Character Classic’ - 三字经 aka San Zi Jing refers to one of the Chinese classics written during Song dynasty. Here the phrase is used to refer to the profanity that Yang Xiuyuan was spouting.

[6] Sūn Wùkōng aka Monkey King is the main character in the 16th-century Chinese novel Journey to the West. In chapter 7 of the novel, his antics in heaven gets him trapped under Five Elements Mountain. Before he could throw it off, Tathāgata Buddha seals him there with the mantra Om Mani Padme Hum for 500-600 years (sources: 1 2 3 4).

[7] Originally in English.

[8] There is some amount conveyed, but the author chose to not tell us.

#danmei #gay #shonen ai #boy's love #boys' love

[sillyrabbit81]

I HAVE A PROMPT FOR YOU!!!

Sy reacting to his S/O using a peach bath bomb and peach scented products XD

😘😘😘😂😂

Summary: Your husband Sy comes home early and catches you in the bath using a peach scented bath bomb.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Pregnant Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 1.5k

Warnings: Husband!Sy, Dad!Sy, smut, fluff, fingering (f receiving), implied sex, slight praise kink, slight dirty talk.

Authors Note: Thank you @amberangel112 for sending me the prompt, even though I wanted to kill you when you did because I had no idea what to write! Also, thank you for Beta reading, as always.

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Bliss Bomb

Gingerly, you lower yourself into the steaming hot water, hissing as your delicate hidden skin breaks the surface. Sinking slowly, your body adjusts, and the burning becomes a delicious sting, working its way past your flesh into the aching muscles below. Sighing with relief, you’re fully submerged and you rest your head on the soft bath pillow your husband had bought you for Mother’s Day. The wide, long, and deep, claw foot tub was more than able to take Sy’s frame, it’s so big you almost float, the weightlessness the ultimate blessing of this now daily ritual.

Squeezing out a handmade cotton washcloth, you fold it over and lay it over your eyes. Breathing deeply, you allow yourself to relax, having already showered, bathing was both a luxury and necessity for you this late in your pregnancy. As you concentrate on your respiration, it becomes a kind of meditation, a way to shake off the stress of the day and prepare for bed.

The fragrance of your bath bomb tickles at your nose with each soothing inhale. It’s fruity, sweet, tangy scent of peaches rises with the sultry steam. The smell makes you smile, and you in your calm, tranquil mood, you give yourself permission to miss Sy. He will be home in less than twelve hours, probably exhausted, having stayed up most of the night travelling back from a training exercise. When he is gone, you try not to dwell on him, it is too difficult, too melancholic. Adding pregnancy hormones to your miserable contemplations was only asking for trouble, you can’t afford to get despondent, not when you had your two older girls to take care of too.

Inhaling the tart bouquet of the bomb again, you remember the first time you met Sy. It was at a friend’s house for a Fourth of July barbeque, Sy was a friend of her brother’s. You were in the kitchen, preparing a fruit salad, and for some reason, you can’t remember why now, you were alone. Sy came in wanting a glass of water and stayed with you, sitting at the bench while you diced the fruit.

When the bowl was full, there was a lone peach left. You picked it up and bit into the plump, lush fruit. Fresh, sweet, and sharp, you had hummed at the taste and lifted your head, feeling a rivulet of the syrupy juice dribble down your chin. Sy was staring at you, and feeling mortified, you tried to wipe the nectar off with the back of your hand. You had missed and Sy caught your wrist when you tried again.

“Let me,” he offered.

Sy didn’t wait for a response before tucking his fingers under your jaw, and running his thumb up your chin until he brushed your lip. You couldn’t move, your legs felt like they were made of stone. Meeting your eyes, he smirked as he brought his juice coated thumb to his mouth. He sucked on it, slurping obscenely, before removing it with a pop.

You don’t remember what happened after that exactly, what words were exchanged, if any. You only know that within minutes Sy had brought you under his spell, his enchantment so persuasive, you had been committed to him ever since.

Your reminiscing brings a smile to your face as well as a deep yearning. Reminding yourself he will be home in less than twelve hours, you try to ignore the growing heat between your legs. You are used to brushing aside your horny urges this close to Sy returning, you don’t want to ruin the reunion, you want him to feel how much you missed him, how much you still craved him. It was part of the reason you specifically chose the peach bath bomb for the tonight; you know the fragrance drives him to distraction.

The energy in the room seems to change. You don’t know how or why you feel it, but you sense eyes on you. You hear a faint creak of a floorboard in the hall and assume one of the girls are out of bed, perhaps too excited about seeing their dad in the morning to sleep.

“You ok, Pumpkin?” you ask. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to move unless you have to. Being so far along, it was an ordeal getting out of the tub and most of the time, it was unnecessary. All the girls usually wanted was reassurance you were there. “Do you want me?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” The buttery, drawling voice you heard in reply is not the one you expect.

Groping for the washcloth you tear it away and letting out a small cry of surprise you see Sy leaning in the doorway, a smug grin on his face.

“Jesus Christ, Sy!” you cry, trying to hold back a smile. You throw the washcloth at him and with the reflexes of a cat, he catches it in his hand, not even flinching. “You’re such a bastard.”

“I know,” Sy chuckles.

You pucker your lips, and Sy grabs the small wooden step stool the girls use to reach the sink and sits down before leaning in to give you a quick kiss. He stays close, caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers. You breathe deeply, partly out of contentment and partly so you can smell him, and watch as Sy’s nostrils flare, no doubt searching for your scent too. The fragrance of peaches still hangs thick in the air, but you find his perfume, the woody spice of his soap, the lingering trace of leather and oil he always has on his clothes and hands when he comes home, and the faint whiff of coffee on his breath.

“Did you see the girls?” you ask, and he smiles widely.

“Yeah. They’re out like lights. I’ll see ‘em in the mornin’.” Sy’s fingers trace down you neck and over your collarbone. The earlier heat you felt, ignites and your heart flutters in your chest.

“You’re home early,” you say, just to get him to talk. You miss his voice, his low honeyed tones can range from calming and hypnotic, lulling you to sleep, to twangy and drawling, luring you to arousal.

Sy began to remove his uniform jacket. He had already taken off his hat and boots, he liked to leave them by the front door. “Things went a little smoother than expected. Tomorrow was worst case scenario.” You bite your lip as he shucks it off and reveals the tight olive-green shirt. Looking at Sy, you squirm a little in the bath, watching his muscles flex and contract under his sun darkened skin. Hanging the jacket on the hook behind the door, he returned to his seat.

You want him to keep talking and are about to ask how the men in his team are doing when he meets your eyes, and you know he isn’t interested in talking about work. His gaze moves down your body, brows drawn low, his tongue crudely prodding at his stubbled cheeks and plush lips. Immersing his hand into the still warm water, he strokes your protruding belly.

“What were ya smilin’ about before you knew I was here?” Sy asks. His gentle petting grows firmer as his hand moves to your breast.

Biting back a moan, you say, “I was thinking about the day we first met.” You hear a low rumble in the back of his throat, as Sy’s finger and thumb squeeze your nipple. “Sy!” you complain, clenching your legs together, the pinch sending your core trembling.

“Don’t pretend ya don’t like it, Sugar,” Sy smirks. His eyes are dark and lecherous as his face hovers above yours. “You know, I could smell it as soon as I walked in the door.” Sy studies your face as his hand runs down your body, over your belly and then lower, his fingers graze teasingly over your slit. The moan you held in earlier hurtles out of your throat and your legs widen instinctively. “What was the plan, Baby? Get your skin smellin’ like a peach, maybe put some of that perfume on I like?” Sy’s jaw tightens as his finger pierces your core.

Mewling, your back arches as you relish the sensation of your walls yielding to a second finger. “I wanted to… fuck… to smell good for you… oh shit… I missed you,” you babble, tripping over the words as Sy finds your spot. You wrap your arms around Sy’s neck, his t-shirt darkening as it soaks up the water from your embrace and try to bring his mouth to yours, but he resists. You want a proper kiss, you want to feel his tongue yours, want to taste him as he takes you higher.

“That’s my good girl,” Sy croons his praises, and you feel the words deep in your gut. “Now I’m gonna make you cum, then we’re going to the bedroom so I can taste that pretty peach of yours before I ruin it. How does that sound, Baby?”

You nod, you don’t try to speak, you don’t think you can. But your eyes plead with him, and he finally lowers his head and presses his lips to yours, capturing every sound you make as he brings you rapture.

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[bonniebird]

Nick Scratch x Reader

Requested by Anon​

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Halloween Event

Sabrina had explained to you the way that mortals celebrated Halloween. You’d been fascinated. So much so that you’d gone with her to her school Halloween dance. Her friends had been a little nervous but when they realised you really were interested they each showed you what they liked about Halloween.

You had plans to go trick or treating with Sabrina and her friends. But you wanted to stop by and see Nick first. You usually spend Halloween together. You’d pick a building to trick people into being haunted and then, when inevitably, humans would hurry to investigate on Halloween the two of you would chase them off.

“Nick!” You called as you spotted him sitting with a few warlocks having a drink. He muttered something to you and then glanced your way before leaving. 

“So you’re really abandoning me to go off and beg for sweets?” Nick asked. He didn’t say anything about your costume. It had been handmade by Hilda Spellman. When she found out you were joining Sabrina for the holiday, she was delighted and insisted on making you a costume.

“Yes! Sabrina says that there will be free milkshakes at her aunt's shop too.” You said with delight. He rolled his eyes at your excitement.

“Years of tradition thrown away for one night of free candy and milkshakes.” Nick said, pretending to be hurt. He already had plans to hang out at Dorian’s bar so it wasn’t like he’d miss out. Plus he had a suspicion that he could trick you into sharing your candy.

“Yup. You’re my first person that I’m trick or treating! So give me a treat or I'll trick you!” You said playfully. 

“I don’t have anything for you.” Nick admitted and smiled when you gave him a devious look.

“No dice. I’m going to have to trick you.” You said quickly and reached out. Nick watched your hand pull at his tie. It came unravelled and then lay limp around his neck.

“Such a dreadful trick.” Nick said sarcastically.

“Good luck doing it up. It’s not going to. Ever again!” You said and laughed as you hurried off. Nick laughed as he watched you and Sabrina meet at the door and head out. Fiddling with his tie he realised that you were right and decided to leave it. 

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[charaznablescanontoyota]

blasetober day 10: protagonist, antagonist.

derrick massages his temples with bony, callused fingers and says, “i don’t get it.”

“good,” peck says. “it’s not for you.”

“sometimes i don’t understand it, either,” poole says, because he senses it’s fallen on him to be charitable. they don’t get guests often on this side of the event horizon, especially not guests who are the reason peck is displaced in time and space to begin with, so hospitality seems to have fallen by the wayside.

“don’t be nice to him,” peck snaps. they’re pacing the floor like a caged tiger, making broad gestures every time they speak like they can cast some spell to banish derrick back to whence he came. “he’s not supposed to be here.”

“neither are we,” poole says serenely, from his seat at the game board.

“he took my spot.”

“you got up to pace.”

“i can move,” derrick offers, already halfway to his feet.

“don’t bother,” poole says. “they’re just going to keep pacing.”

derrick sits back down. examines the game board again, squinting at the token that symbolizes the vault - symbolizes lootcrates - on the corner closest to poole. he looks at peck’s reader token next, pushes around some of the game pieces of the teams in the desert to examine them, too.

“which one of you is the monitor?” he asks, hesitant, like he’s not sure he’s saying the right words in the right order.

poole nudges his handmade squid piece on the hall’s corner of the board, situated just beyond the open gates. “that would be me.”

“you’re the one who opened the hall?” derrick asks.

“it felt -” poole pauses, searching for a word. “thematically resonant, with the end of the era.”

“don’t fucking indulge him,” peck groans. poole isn’t sure if they’re referring to him, or to derrick. maybe both.

poole watches derrick study the hall in miniature. he runs the pad of one finger over the sculpted gates, and poole can see the calculation in his eyes, the reckoning with the idea that he has lived almost an entire lifetime in a place symbolized by a few squares on a game board.

“you could probably go back,” poole offers.

“you should go back,” peck adds.

“i don’t know why the black hole brought you here,” poole says, “but i would assume you could leave the same way you came.”

“which one of you killed sebastian telephone?” derrick asks, without looking up.

poole hums. “that’s a complicated question.”

“it’s a stupid question,” peck says, though they’ve stopped pacing, and are facing derrick with their hands shoved in the pockets of their coat. their mouth is quirked in a sort of half-smile, their head tilted to one side. “or, not the right question, anyway. you’re trying to make a murder out of an act of god.”

derrick’s eyes narrow. “you said this was a game -”

“incinerations are random,” poole murmurs, turning the monitor’s token over in his hands. “a dice roll.”

“and the second time?” derrick asks.

“that was poole,” peck says - proudly, maybe a little too proudly. “he was big on the heroic sacrifice thing. for the narrative, you know.”

“the third time was peck,” poole says. he isn’t one to let his opponent get away with a lie of omission. “they thought it was funny.”

“it was funny!”

“you’re both sick,” derrick says, almost wonderingly, leaning back in his chair. there’s genuine anger darkening his expression. poole watches the minute changes there with interest, thinks he might like to paint it sometime. he hasn’t seen another person besides peck up close in half a century. it’s a novelty.

“how would you have done it?” poole asks. “would you have released him? you’d hardly have met him, then.”

derrick opens his mouth, then closes it again. swallows. “i -”

“yeah, krueger. tell us how it’d’ve gone if you were game master,” peck says, still with that bright, predatory interest in their eyes. “board’s all yours. we’ve got all the time in the world.”

#peck and poole #blaseball #blasetober #caro joked like MONTHS ago about derrick popping in to play with peck and poole #and i do think about it. i do rotate it in my mind #marn writes

[writingbakery]

“home is wherever i’m with you”

i was missing my panther baby, so i wrote out a quick little drabble set in the “what’s new, pussycat?” universe ! in this, you & hitoshi are married, & live farther out in the forest now rather than in the shop 💗 i hope you enjoy my loves ! expect more from this series soon 💗 [taglist; @katsukisprincess @secondhand-trash @redbeanteax @lady-bakuhoe @keigos-dove @antigenius @heroheads @yuueimagines @jojosmilktea @writing-in-monotone ]

[pairing; gn! witch reader x panther familiar! hitoshi shinso]

[warnings; fluff, romance, domesticity, even more fluff]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you like to take the long way home on sunday’s.

the market opens early on spring sundays, tables and chairs rising with the sun. under the morning dew, dozens of booths come to life in the crisp air, familiar faces amongst the handmade creations.

you do well on sundays, sell wellness draughts & charmed necklaces & always have a smile to offer to every neighbor. the people of your little town are overwhelmingly friendly now, tossing in a kind word or a hint of friendly gossip as they make their purchases, a pinch or two at your rosy cheeks between every warm smile. you can thank your familiar for that; shinso’s presence over the last few months had endeared your neighbors to you, erased any cruel misconceptions they’d held on to.

when you’re feeling poetic, you like to say that you don’t choose the long way home; instead, the well worn path calls you, whispers amongst the growing leaves & draws you in closer. shinso always laughs at that, eyes crinkled up fond at your flowery ideas - “you must have a little nature fairy in you then, mixed in with the witchiness,” — but he always allows you that small comfort of a longer walk home despite his protectiveness, quiet & peaceful.

you suppose that shinso’s quiet acceptance of all your little quirks and oddities is why you love him so, a reason out of many. you never have to shy away from yourself with hitoshi, can open yourself up all the way to the heart and let him reside right next to it.

the forest is calm so late in the afternoon, warm and inviting despite the lingering chill and you’re glad you chose it this particular sunday. winter’s icy beauty is slipping from the soil by the day, inching off the branches of the trees and kissing their pretty, rich green leaves. sprouts and weeds bloom under your feet, crafting sweet spring melodies with the chirping birds overhead and the singing brooks along the path.

the sunlight filters through the lively forest, little halos of light decorating certain spots on your walk. you like to think each halo illuminates something special, something previously unknown yet desperate to be. you always pause at each one, sift through the vegetation with the tip of your boot to see what lies beneath; you’ve found countless little odds and ends that way, pretty stones and lost trinkets. today, it’s a smooth, grey-blue pebble, a perfect circle in the middle of your palm. you decide to bring it home to hitoshi, knowing the panther will tuck it away reverently, use it whenever he needs to unwind. your lover had a particular fondness for things that were perfectly round, perfectly smooth, turning them over and over in his hands as he thought - you found it endlessly endearing.

the thought of your lover waiting at home hurried your steps, a smile on your lips as you quickly made your way along the path; it always happens this way, only able to walk half of it leisurely. you always got too excited for what lay at the end of it, always wanted to arrive faster than you’d departed.

where the brook ended, so did the path, widening out to a clearing; there stood your home, a brick and mortar reflection of your heart. the windows were fogged around the edges and draped with fresh vines, the door bearing a beautiful pink and green bouquet. hitoshi had complained the entire time you’d both decorated - “we live in the middle of the forest, darling, who in the fuck is going to see all this?” - but even he had to admit it was lovely. it brought a certain sense of belonging to your little home, made it a little more yours.

you pushed open the door carefully, locking up before discarding your coat and scarf - hitoshi always bundled you up excessively before you left the house, scowling over how lax you were with keeping warm. he always ended his little rants with a kiss to your nose, however, so you more than tolerated them. the house was quiet, save for the indignant meows of your pets and an all too recognizable snore. you stepped through the foyer to the living room to take in your favorite sight; hitoshi, fast asleep amongst the pillows of the couch, both cats draped over his sleeping form. from the book over his chest and the full pot in the kitchen, it was clear he’d been enjoying some relaxing as he started dinner, waiting for you to come home. it made you smile, the thought of your husband shuffling about your kitchen with his glasses sliding halfway down his nose, scolding the cats for begging but slipping them treats anyways.

[they appealed to his feline heart, though he’d never admit it, and you had to admit it was precious. once a panther, always a panther.]

you stepped into the kitchen to check the stew, stirring it carefully and lowering the flame. it had another hour or so to cook, and you didn’t mind at all, tossing in a few spices and herbs. it was routine in your house, at this point; one of you starting a task, the other finishing it. you were particularly fond of it, thought of it as both of you adding a bit of yourselves to everything you did. hitoshi always folded your robes, and you hung up his sweaters; hitoshi was good at chopping and dicing for stew, and you added the flavor.

you carefully set out two bowls of fish and rice for your cats, scratching behind both sets of ears with a fond coo. “took care of him for me while i was gone, did you? thank you,” you praised quietly, before returning to your husband in the living room. you set aside his glasses and book, making sure to mark his page, before curling up into his chest, draping a blanket over the both of you. hitoshi started sleepily, one arm reaching up almost on instinct to pull you closer.

“didn’t know you were home,” he slurred with a yawn, rubbing at his eyes and making to sit up. you carefully pushed him back down, chuckling softly underneath your breath as you gave hitoshi a soft kiss hello. “stay down, sleeping beauty. i’m home.”

as he happily obliged, arms wrapped tight around your waist as he began rambling on about his day, you couldn’t help but smile a little wider, pressing your cheek to his chest as you listened.

yes indeed, you thought to yourself, warmth seeping into your bones. you were home.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #evywrites #bnha fluff #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero fluff #boku no hero x reader #bnha imagines #shinsou fluff #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou x y/n #w&tp series