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musicforastylesrestaurant · 4 months

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Harry and yn and there two kids on holiday and fans come up to them and harry asks them to respect there privacy and all that?

Caribbean Privacy.

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in which, you and harry decided to go for a little family holiday to start the new year off on the right foot, and went to a caribbean island, where your just trying to enjoy yourselves, and spend some quality time with your two children, when a couple of fans spot your husband.

As the first light of the new year streamed through the curtains, you woke up to the sweet realization that your partner had planned a surprise holiday to the Caribbean.

The joy in your heart was mirrored in the excited expressions of Kai, your energetic five-year-old, and little Lexi, who had just turned six months old. The promise of sun-soaked beaches and turquoise waters made the early morning hustle of packing bags and herding the family to the airport an adventure in itself.

Arriving at your tropical destination, the sound of gentle waves and the warmth of the sun embraced you. The resort's palm-fringed surroundings set the stage for a family retreat filled with laughter and cherished moments.

The holiday would be lasting a total of two weeks and so far the four of you had been there for four out of a possible fourteen.

The first day was spent chilling and getting the kids into a routine, the second day was filled with sunbathing and the third day you took the kids to do some activities so that they wouldn’t get too bored.

It was the afternoon of the fourth day at the resort, for a majority of the morning you had all gone for a walk, trying to get your bearings of where you were going to be staying.

It was nearing one pm now, and the four of you were making your way to the hotel outdoor restaurant, where other families, friends and couples were currently sat, all decked out in summer clothes just like you and your family were.

The rhythmic roll of the stroller, carrying the enchanting Lexi, created a soothing background to the lively atmosphere. Harry, with Kai perched on his shoulders, exuded paternal pride as his son's tiny fingers playfully explored the newly sprouting hair after a recent buzz cut.

The infectious giggles from Kai echoed through the space, forming a symphony of joy that seemed to harmonize with the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of other guests.

Just moments later, a courteous waiter approached, exuding the charm of the Caribbean hospitality.

"Good afternoon! Can I start you off with some drinks?" he inquired with a warm smile.

Harry, with a chuckle, ordered a beer for himself, emphasising that it was a well-deserved vacation treat.

Kai, his eyes sparkling, announced proudly, "Chocolate milkshake, please!"

You joined in, opting for a refreshing mojito to complement the tropical ambiance. The waiter, noting down the orders, promised to return shortly with the concoctions that would add an extra layer of delight to your family gathering.

The backdrop of the restaurant's tropical charm provided the perfect setting for a moment of connection.

"This surprise vacation was a brilliant idea," you remarked, a smile playing on your lips.

Harry, his eyes filled with satisfaction, responded, "M’figured we all needed a break, and what better way t’start the year?"

Kai, still perched atop his father's shoulders, chimed in, "I like the beach, Mommy! Can we build a sandcastle tomorrow?"

His enthusiasm was infectious, prompting laughter from both you and Harry.

"Absolutely, buddy! We'll build the biggest sandcastle the beach ‘as ever seen," Harry promised, ruffling Kai's hair.

November 2019, you gave birth to Kai Robin Styles, at a home birth in yours and Harry’s London home.

As the conversation continued, you found yourselves reflecting on the year that had passed and the excitement of what lay ahead.

“ ‘Member when Lex was just a tiny bump?" Harry mused, glancing affectionately at your baby girl. "Now look at her, enjoying her first vacation. Time really does fly,"

You had gone into Labour with Lexi Anne Styles after Harry’s Show in Warsaw, the birth wasn’t very traumatic but the fact that you have birth in the backstage area of a stadium add a million different stress levels.

The waiter returned with a tray of drinks, delivering a frothy beer for Harry, a velvety chocolate milkshake for Kai, and a refreshing mojito for yourself.

The clinking of glasses marked the beginning of a shared toast.

"To family adventures and new beginnings," Harry proposed, raising his beer.

It wasn’t long before you had placed your food orders, and then it was back to chit chatting.

Lexi began to express her hunger with soft whimpers from the comfort of her stroller. Harry, always attuned to his children's needs, suggested, "Looks like someone's ready f’a meal. How about I feed her?"

Agreeing with a smile, you watched affectionately as Harry gently lifted Lexi from the stroller. With practised ease, he retrieved the pre-made bottle from the baby bag. Cradling Lexi in his arms, he began a tender dialogue, showering her with words of endearment.

"Y’know, Love bug, y’the most perfect baby in the world. Mom and I are so lucky t’have you," he whispered, his words infused with a genuine warmth that mirrored the love you both felt for your little one.

As Harry spoke to Lexi, your gaze shifted to Kai, who was deeply immersed in coloring his book. His tiny fingers danced across the paper, creating vibrant strokes that mirrored the lively atmosphere of the Caribbean surroundings. The restaurant transformed into a canvas of family moments — the quiet focus of an older brother, the nurturing presence of a father, and the unspoken connection between mother and daughter.

Amidst the lively ambiance of the restaurant, you couldn't help but notice a group of girls at a nearby table who seemed to have recognized your husband. Whispers and excited glances were exchanged among them, and you could see them mustering the courage to approach him for a photo.

Sensing their intentions, you leaned in to Harry and discreetly warned him about the approaching fangirls.

Harry, with a resigned sigh, glanced over his shoulder and nodded.

"Just ignore ‘em, love. It happens," he reassured you, his eyes reflecting the weariness of a man accustomed to such encounters.

The prospect of being in the spotlight, even during a family dinner, was not a new experience for him. Grateful that your kids were facing away, oblivious to the attention, you both focused on enjoying the moment together as a family.

As the girls behind you worked up the courage to approach, you and Harry engaged in casual conversation, attempting to divert attention from the brewing fan encounter.

"Remember that time in Paris?" you teased, trying to lighten the mood. Harry chuckled, because he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Good times," he agreed, sharing a smile with you, appreciating the effort to shield your family from the attention that occasionally came with his public persona.

“H, there definitely coming.”

Harry, glancing over his shoulder, nodded in acknowledgment.

"Yeah, I see them. Just give them a friendly smile if they approach, and I'll handle it. S’not let it bother us," he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of resignation.

He was no stranger to such encounters, having navigated the challenges of fame before. The weariness in his eyes reflected a desire for a quiet family dinner undisturbed by fan interactions.

The restaurant buzzed with activity as the group of excited fans approached your table.

"Harry, we're such huge fans! Can we get a quick photo and an autograph?" one of them eagerly requested, holding out a notepad and a pen.

With a gracious smile, Harry acknowledged their enthusiasm.

"M’grateful f’your support, but at the moment, we're trying to have a quiet family dinner, so I won't be able to do autographs right now," he gently explained, a polite refusal delivered with a sense of understanding.

Despite his explanation, the fans persisted, urging for both a photo and an autograph. The atmosphere at the table shifted as Lexi, nestled in Harry's lap, started to express her unease with a few whimpers.

Sensing his sister's discomfort, Kai moved closer to your side, seeking comfort in the familiar presence of family. Harry, noticing the subtle disruption, addressed the fans with empathy.

The fans, eager to capture a moment with their idol, continued to press for both a photo and an autograph. Harry, maintaining his composure, gently reiterated, "I really appreciate y’support, but right now, We're just trying t’enjoy a family dinner without any interruptions."

The fans, realizing the impact on the children, paused for a moment. Harry, sensing the need to reinforce the boundary, continued,

"Thanks for understanding." His words were delivered with a blend of gratitude and a protective instinct for his family.

As the fans reluctantly stepped back, a mix of disappointment and understanding painted their expressions. Your family returned to the rhythm of your evening, attempting to reclaim the sense of tranquillity that had been momentarily disrupted. Lexi, still cradled in Harry's arms, gradually settled, comforted by the familiar presence of her parents and brother.

Harry, with a reassuring smile, turned his attention back to the dinner table.

"Sorry about that, m’love," he whispered to you, the gentle apology carrying the weight of the delicate balancing act that came with his fame.

"It's alright," you responded, understanding the complexities of navigating public and private moments.

Kai, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, looked up from his colouring book with a curious expression.

"Why did those people want pictures, Mommy?" he asked, his innocent curiosity breaking the momentary tension.

You looked down to his eye level, offering a simple yet honest explanation, "Sometimes, people recognize Daddy from his work, and they want to say hello or take a picture because they really like what he does."

Harry, appreciating your delicate handling of the situation, chimed in,

"That's right, buddy. Daddy's work makes people happy, and sometimes they just want to share that happiness with us."

Sensing his sons discomfort, Harry gently ushered him over, placing him on the other side of his lap.

"Hey, Kai, come here, sweet boy," Harry said softly, creating a protective space for him. As Kai nestled in closer,

Harry continued, "I want you t’know that no matter what happens, Daddy will always keep you safe. Those moments might be a bit strange, but we're a team, okay?"

Kai, his big brown eyes searching for reassurance, nodded in understanding. "

Team," he echoed, a small smile breaking through the remnants of unease.

Harry wrapped his arm around Kai, holding him close to his chest.

"Exactly, little man. We're a team, and nothing will ever change that," Harry affirmed, his voice a soothing melody of love and comfort.

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darknight3904 · 21 days

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The preview to the next part of my Gojo x reader fic.

December 2009

"Do you honestly think he'll like that?" You ask eyeing the expensive coat Gojo has just purchased.

"Tsumiki liked hers. Besides, Megumi needs a nicer one, the one he has is too small on his arms." He dismisses you

"Sure but..."

You glance down at all the many bags the white-haired man had accumulated over the past few hours. You had ended up at the mall with him after finding out how little the kids had in way of clothes and just possessions in general. You were all for Christmas shopping but Satoru was taking things pretty far.

"Alrighty...I think we went to every store." He says as the two of you step into a crowded elevator.

"You think?" You smile

"Are you mocking me?" He asks

"I'd never." You lie

You shuffle closer to him as people shift around to get out on their stop, but suddenly a sour smell fills the elevator. You look up at the sun-glass-wearing idiot to see a smirk on his face. He must've been the cause.

"Ah sorry about that everyone. She's feeling a bit gassy. Must've been the broccoli we had from Panda Express!" He announces

You're positively mortified as a man in a stylish suit shoots you a glare and steps away from you.

Gojo's cackling is so loud, you could probably hear it all the way back at the school where Nananmi was watching the kids.

"Don't you ever do that again, idiot!" You scold as your voice carries through the parking deck

"It's not my fault you let it out in an elevator of all places!" He laughs

"You're a liar!" You say, shoving his shoulder

"Careful! What if I dropped these bags? What would you tell the kids then?" He asks

"I'd tell them you're a man with a fancy credit card who can't hold his farts in when he's in public." You say

"And if I held it in? What if it builds up and explodes inside me?" He asks, totally serious

"Good, one less freak in the world." You huff

Gojo dramatically gasps and pretends to faint by leaning onto you.

"Get off! Your fat ass is crushing me! All those sweets must be adding up!"

It's not until you're back in the car that Gojo stops laughing about the elevator, even now, his giggles are breaking the silence.

"Do you actually think my ass has gotten fat?" He asks, "All the squats I've been doing must be paying off."

The nerve of this man.

Out now. Check it out here.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

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callsign-joyride · 8 months

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For some reason the link to request won’t work on my phone :( . Can I please request a Fall Fluff for Jake for prompt 15 where the reader is the one who is sick ?

Chicken Noodle Soup | Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Jake worries that you're having second thoughts about the relationship, only to find that the reason you haven't been responding is because you've been sick all day.

Content warnings: Fanboy being a menace, mentions of an illness/virus (NOT COVID-19), fluff

Prompt: 15. Sender lies next to the receiver (who is recovering from injuries or illness) and spoons them while staying awake to make sure their health doesn’t deteriorate overnight.

This was written for my Fluffy Fall Fantasy event. Feel free to send in requests!

Jake was stressed. You hadn’t been dating for very long, and you weren’t technically official, but it was Hard Deck night and you hadn’t responded to his text messages since last night. He was tempted to call you to check in and see if everything was okay, but he didn’t want to seem clingy and obsessive while it was totally possible that you forgot to plug your phone in the night before, or that you left it at home while you were getting ready for work.

“Honestly, man, I was thinking she’d ghost you a lot sooner than this,” Fanboy said as they were getting their things to leave. Jake didn’t even have the energy to react.

“You’re good at relationships, Rooster. Would it be weird if I drove by her house on my way home?”

“I don’t know, man. None of us have ever met her but maybe she’d be okay with it based on what you’ve said about her in passing.”

“Or maybe she doesn’t exist and he wanted to hide the fact that he’s not getting laid.”

“Dude, too far,” Payback said to Fanboy. Jake just shrugged it off and grabbed his bag before heading out to his truck and finding your address in his phone. You lived pretty close to base so it wasn’t a very bad drive at all. Right as he turned down your street, his phone started ringing and your name was on the screen.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you but I think I’ve got the flu or a common cold or something.”

“Do you want me to bring you medicine? I’m like five minutes from a CVS.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s Hard Deck night. You should be out with your friends. I can go another time. I think I’ll make some soup and go back to sleep.”

“Hard Deck night is a weekly thing and Coyote’s deployed so I kind of don’t want to go anyways. I’d have more fun staying in with you. Plus I’ve got a family recipe of chicken noodle soup and it’ll probably be the best chicken noodle soup you’ll ever have.”

After a moment, you sniffled and said that he could come over and that you’d leave your door unlocked. He walked into your house about an hour after he got off the phone with you with reusable bags on his arms. You were laying on the couch under a blanket while an 80’s movie played on the TV.

“I brought medicine,” he said as he unloaded everything in the kitchen. You peered over the couch and smiled before taking a sip of your Gatorade that was on the coffee table. He came over to sit next to you after getting everything put away. It was almost unbelievable how sick you were, considering that you felt completely fine the day before. Your fever broke earlier in the day but you had been sleeping for most of it, living off of Gatorade and nearly stale crackers that you found in the back of your pantry. You changed the channel to something that you knew he’d like before nuzzling into the pillow that you brought from your bedroom.

“Poor thing. I’m gonna get your soup started. It should take about half an hour, okay? Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded your head and scrolled through social media before going back to sleep for a little bit. The smell of the soup was what woke you up a little bit later, as Jake walked over and placed your bowl on the table in front of you. He made enough to last you a whole week, and he even offered to send you the recipe if you liked it. He was right, it was the best chicken noodle soup you’d ever had. Ten o’clock rolled around and even though it was considered early for you, you grabbed your pillow and blanket and started heading up the stairs. You were surprised when Jake followed you, considering that you had spent the few hours since you ate barely talking to each other.

“I need to shower,” you said as you got your pajamas out.

“Okay. I’ll wait here.”

He had sent a few texts to the Dagger Squad group chat while you were in the shower, saying that he’d see everyone in the morning but that he had to take care of you. You took a big sip of water before crawling under the covers, Jake following suit.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he wrapped an arm around your middle.

“Staying with you, if that’s okay.”

“What if I get you sick?”

“I’ll take time off. Mav loves me so it’ll be fine. I don’t want anything to happen to you through the night.”

“Oh. Okay. Then yeah, you can stay. But don’t come crying to me if you get the man flu.”

“Trust me, I won’t. My dad taught me and my brothers better than to be dramatic so that a woman will take care of us.”

“That’s good,” you said with a chuckle.

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itsclydebitches · 2 years

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How fucking funny would it be if post-reunion, after everyone has settled down on The Revenge and accepted their weird found family, Izzy still pulled out the “I’m resigning, Ed!” speech every few months, like a kid marching down the end of their driveway to “run away forever, I’m definitely leaving this time, Dad!” Because he’s a supremely repressed gremlin of a man who doesn’t know how to receive validation unless he’s made a dramatic production of it via this intricate ritual. So everyone just accepts that on occasion Izzy will throw a hissy fit, passive aggressively pack up the dinghy, and Ed’s gotta go down there all, “Nooo, mate, we totally need you, don’t leave, what the fuck am I gonna do without my fearsome First Mate?🙄” Really laying it on thick so Izzy can soak up enough Toxically Approved Praise to survive another couple of weeks. Meanwhile, the crew is just watching this sad production, exchanging knowing glances. They’ve TRIED to be nice to Izzy—the whole mutiny thing was so last year, dude!—but outside of The Ritual he will straight up bite off anyone’s head who so much as tries to smile at him.

“Oh, you think I’ve got a flight or bite response? Mr. Hands earned his last name for a reason, laddie,” Buttons says while staring pointedly at Lucius’ finger. That’s obviously bullshit, but Buttons likes fucking with them on occasion. It’s great fun.

Stede’s place in The Ritual varies depending on everyone’s mood. Usually, he treats it like another fuckery production, making a big ta-do about how if Izzy really insists on leaving them—and wouldn't that be terrible? Simply terrible... right, everyone?—then he must take plenty of supplies with him and a bottle of the good brandy and this warm coat because it can get quite chilly at night, don’t you know? This allows Izzy to fly into a very cathartic rage about real pirates vs. gentry twats, leading to him oh so magnanimously deciding to stick around, if only to continue saving Ed from this dithering fool. Sometimes though Izzy has legit pissed Stede off, just like in the old days, and the crew has to run damage control to keep another duel from starting, Izzy having entirely forgotten his desire to leave under the allure of skewering Stede. That too is cathartic, but Ed tends to get tetchy when Stede stabs or is stabbed by anyone other than him.

Every once in a while Izzy will dig his heels in and actually launch the dinghy, heading towards… nothing, because we’re nowhere near land, you idiot, are we really doing this today? So the crew has got to drop everything else they’ve got going on and just… follow him. Izzy spends a couple hours angrily trying to out-row a top of the line ship while the others watch from the deck, occasionally yelling out corrections to his form: “Keep your shoulders steady—you’ll get farther away if you improve your posture.” “I know that!” They let him wear himself out and then tow him in for dinner.

One time Lucius and Pete are ~distracted~ while on the night watch and Izzy is actually able to slip away unnoticed. He's so pissed about it that he leaves in a true huff, that anger taking him all the way to the Republic. Two days later Buttons gets a seagull from Spanish Jackie basically saying that their wayward First Mate is stinking up her bar, you’d better pick him up before I kill a bitch. Ed and Stede arrive like fussy dads whose darling sent the playdate into turmoil; come along, Israel, that’s enough fun for one weekend.

Sometimes Jim is already hiding in the dinghy when Izzy tries to “escape” and the two of them spend a day talking shit, The Revenge floating nearby. Sometimes other pirates will find Izzy in random places and sternly steer him back towards the ship: “Do your parents Captains know you’re out here?” Once Izzy made the mistake of loading his get-away bag with half the strawberries put aside for a new cake and Roach very nearly took a limb in vengeance. Frenchie has a couple tunes that he only plays during The Ritual, to set the mood and all. Lucius has immortalized a number of the attempts in sketch form and slips them underneath Izzy’s door when he’s sure he’s not there to retaliate.

Years later, when all the crew have a lot more gray in their hair, Izzy flips them off and starts packing his things, same old, same old. Ed sidles up to Pete on the quarterdeck, sighing down at the display.

“Can you believe he’s still doing this?” he asks, shaking his head. “I thought he got it out of his system back on the Queen Anne.”

“Remember that time the rope broke and he lost us that dinghy?”

“Ha! I was ready to flog the bastard.”

And that’s how the crew learns that yes, Black Pete really did serve under Blackbeard holy shit.

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #Izzy #Izzy Hands #OFMD Fic

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uluvjay · 11 months

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Can i request “don’t come any closer! “ from list4 for Mason McTavish please?

Mason x fem reader

Warnings?; admissions of cheating, crying, arguing, angst, long distance relationship

The first thing that came to mind was mason cheating on his long term / long distance gf over the season and having to admit it when he went back home and drama😍, I hope you enjoy!

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I stood with Masons dad at the pick up area in the airport waiting for Mason. Long distance had been hard and i couldn’t wait to have him in my arms again. It had been almost eight months since I had seen him and I couldn’t wait.

I must have zoned out because next thing I knew I heard Masons dad saying “here he comes” and then the two were in a tight hug.

When they pulled away Masons dad went to get Masons bags and mason turned to me, and i couldn’t contain myself as I jumped into his arms.

“I missed you so much” I mumbled into his neck and his arms wrapped around me.

“Me too, I’m so happy to be back home” he spoke putting you down. But he wouldn’t make eye contact with me and i noticed he was a little nervous.

“Mase you okay?” I asked as his eyes finally met mine, they looked different, the bright light that was usually there was missing and they looked sad when we made contact.

“Yeah baby I’m all good” he said before pulling me back into his arms and placing a kiss on my head.

—

A few hours later everyone was sat at the McTavish dinner table eating and catching up, but i still noticed something was up with Mason. He was a lot more quiet then usual and every time someone’s iPhone went off he jumped and checked his. His mother had scolded him multiple times for it but unlike him he still checked it every time. As everyone started to clean up i noticed he had slipped out onto the back deck and was on the phone with someone.

“What’s up with him?” His mom asked as i helped her dry dishes from dinner.

“Not sure, is it okay if I go check on him?” I asked not wanting to leave her with all the dishes.

“Of course sweetie, go ahead” she smiled at me

I thanked her before heading out the sliding door. At the sound my boyfriend quickly told the person he was talking to that he’d call them back later. He turned to face me but once again with a sad look in his eyes.

“I’m only gonna ask one more time, what’s wrong Mason? And don’t say nothing because I can see it in your eyes” I told him in a stern but caring voice.

He didn’t reply for a moment, only tipped his head back and took a deep breath, “I messed up Y/n” he said to me looking at the ground.

“What do you mean Mason?” I asked him, stomach filling with dread at what was about to come out his mouth.

“I’ve been cheating on you” he mumbled and i swear I could feel my heart breaking.

“What?..W-with who? Why? What the fuck mason?” I couldn’t believe him, all the times you’d had guys come up and offer to buy me a drink, attempt to take me home even after i told them about my boyfriend, and I never once thought about actually being with anyone but him.

“She’s a friend of one of Trevor’s hook ups, we’ve been sleeping together for a few months now” he told me with his eyes still on the ground.

“Are you fucking kidding me Mason!? You couldn’t have just told me you didn’t want to be with me anymore? You had to go and consistently fuck another girl?” You yelled at him not caring if his parents heard.

“I’m sorry Y/n, really you don’t deserve any of this and I’m a total piece of shit for putting you through this”

My tears were coming now, all these years I stuck by his side just for him to throw me to the curb for a groupie.

“Your right Mason! I don’t fucking deserve any of this! I’ve been nothing but a good and supportive girlfriend for the last four years just for you to end up fucking some groupie!”

“Baby please don’t cry” he tried as he began moving towards me.

“No! Don’t come any closer you asshole!” You yelled at him.

“I’ll ask your mom to pack my stuff and pick it up once you go back to California. Lose my number while your at it” I told him before walking back into his parents house.

As i reached the front door his mom was standing there with tears of her own in her eyes, “Honey im so, so sorry he did this to you” she cried while pulling me into a hug.

“I love you mama, but I really have to go and I promise not to become a stranger I love you guys to much , I just need some time” I told her giving her a kiss on the cheek and walking out.

#mason mctavish #mason mctavish x reader #hockey imagine #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #anaheim ducks #uluvejay request week

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laundrybiscuits · 5 months

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Spotify wrapped #13 (my lucky number😋)

Unfortunately sparklyslug got there first, so I pulled up a random number generator and it served up #36! Hope that’s okay.

baby why don’t you come over / red wine supernova / falling into me / I don’t care that you’re a stoner / red wine supernova / fall right into me

The first time Stevie meets her is on Halloween, which doesn’t seem strange at the time. Stevie’s wearing her mom’s old go-go boots from the sixties and she’s teased her hair up into a beehive; it’s silly, but she thinks she actually looks pretty hot in her little minidress.

Eddie agrees, apparently. She’s got some kind of tacky vampire costume on, and not even a sexy one. It doesn’t even look like she’s put that much effort into it: just a faded waistcoat that looks secondhand, a garbage-bag cape, and plastic fangs that keep slipping off.

It should look ridiculous. It does look ridiculous. But the way Eddie keeps glancing over with hot dark eyes from across the room is…it’s not something Stevie’s really considered before, and if she had considered it, she would expect it to be just about anyone else. Someone normal, ideally.

Anyway, she doesn’t think too hard about it when she sees Eddie leaning on the railing of the deck all by herself, a little past midnight. She slips out the screen door, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chill, and walks over.

“Hi,” she says. “I’m Stevie.”

“I know,” says Eddie. “I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” she says. She’d asked around.

“You know, huh?” says Eddie, raising her eyebrows. “Okay, Stevie. You’re not scared to be out here in the dark with a creature of ze night?” Eddie makes a dumb face, baring her plastic fangs.

“Terrified.” She’s had a glass or two of cab, nowhere near enough to justify the bold way she reaches up and plucks the fangs right out of Eddie’s mouth. “Or I would be, if these weren’t fake as hell. Did you get them at the dollar store?”

“Those are fake, sure,” says Eddie. “These aren’t, though.”

Stevie’s been a little distracted glancing down at the shine of Eddie’s spit on her fingertips. When she looks back up, Eddie’s watching her carefully, lip curled back to show a set of long, curving canines.

“That’s, um,” Stevie swallows. “That’s fake too.”

Eddie runs the tip of her tongue along the edge of her impossible teeth. “Not gonna get grabby again?”

Stevie sees herself reaching out like someone else is moving her hand, and brushes her finger down a fang. Even before she makes contact, though, she knows.

“So, pretty little Stevie Harrington,” says Eddie. Her voice is like smoke. “Why’d you come out here? Do you even know?”

“No,” says Stevie honestly. “But—I think you do.”

“Good answer,” says Eddie, and bites down.

—

Eddie jumps when Stevie slides onto the barstool next to her.

“Jesus, are you stalking me?”

“No!” Stevie’s really not. Asking around about where Eddie might hang out, and then trying to be in those places at the appropriate times—that’s not stalking, that’s just. Showing an interest. Being proactive. A real go-getter move, like her softball coach used to say.

“I just…thought you might want some dinner. Or breakfast. I don’t know if you, um…” Stevie trails off uncertainly. She’s only ever seen Eddie after dark, but Eddie doesn’t seem like the kind of person who kept normal hours even when she was alive, so she’s not sure if the whole daylight thing is true or not.

At any rate, she’s come prepared in a low-cut dress, no necklace or anything, faint wounds on full display. She’d thought about covering them up—maybe vampires like it when girls are totally innocent and, like, unpunctured? She’d run, if Eddie wanted to chase her. She’s given a lot of thought to Eddie chasing her, and even more thought to what might happen if Eddie caught her. But Stevie loves catching a glimpse of the marks in the mirror too much, and anyway concealer probably tastes bad.

Eddie’s eyes keep flicking between the marks and Stevie’s cleavage in her push-up bra, so that all seems to have worked out okay.

“I don’t…usually eat breakfast,” says Eddie slowly. “Not really one for, like. Pancakes.”

“I didn’t bring you pancakes,” says Stevie.

“Is this—are you a hunter or something?” Eddie asks abruptly. “You have to tell me if you’re a hunter, it’s the law.”

Stevie wrinkles her nose. “There’s no way that’s true. But wait, vampire hunters are real too?”

“Buncha small-minded dicks who don’t even—anyway, what is this then, some kinda revenge?”

“For what?”

“I don’t know! Despoiling your maiden form!”

“I don’t remember a lot of despoiling,” says Stevie, tugging her dress down a little just to watch Eddie’s eyes snap down and back up, lightning-fast. “But you could refresh my memory.”

“You do remember the, uh.” Eddie glances around at the dimly-lit bar; the nearest people are a couple of leather-clad women swaying together by the jukebox halfway across the room. Eddie flashes her fangs, and Stevie’s entranced by the way her normal teeth shift out of the way.

“Uh-huh,” she says.

“I guess I’m a little confused,” says Eddie.

“It’s not that complicated.” Stevie reaches out to tuck her fingertips underneath the cuff of Eddie’s jacket. “I’m saying I live a couple blocks away, and you should come over. Have a drink. See how it goes.”

“Well…okay. Jesus.” Eddie tilts her head, looking at Stevie with something unreadable in her eyes. “Pretty little Stevie Harrington. Guess you figured out what you want, huh?”

“Guess I did,” says Stevie.

“This isn’t, like—I’m not promising anything,” says Eddie, but she lets Stevie wear her jacket the whole walk back.

#it's been a busy weekend but yes I'm still finishing these up! more to come #don't mind me on my monsterfucker Stevie H. agenda #I have never once thought 'vampires' when listening to this song but when I skimmed the lyrics for inspo...#this came together VERY quickly #ask games

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The Education of a Gentleman

Stede steals books. Stede steals a book which is rather... unexpected. He enjoys it far more than he realised he would, until he finds his reading rudely interrupted by his co-captain.

3.4k words, rated M to E. Contains: looting, erotica novels, reading, a total disregard for the canon timeline and mutual masturbation with heaps of metaphor.

It doesn’t take Stede long to sniff out the books on the British merchant vessel they’ve boarded. They’re in the captain’s quarters, and there’s only a dozen or so, but he’s there in a snap, taking the ones he doesn’t recognise and shoving them into his bag before anyone realises what he’s doing.

It’s a small booty—four books, all in all—and once the excitement is over and he’s back in his own quarters he empties the bag onto his bed to examine his prize. Three novels and a history book. Stede’s interest in history is passing at best, but he’s always willing to try new things, and the gilt letters on the spine had appealed to him.

It’s about the Greeks, apparently.

He grabs the history book and begins to flick through it when a slim, less professionally bound little pamphlet slides out from between the pages and falls onto the blanket. Five books, then. Interesting.

He picks up the pamphlet, much smaller than the huge books he’d taken from the merchant vessel: less than 80 pages long, he’d guess. It’s an entirely unremarkable thing, with a plain cover embossed with the title The Education of a Gentleman. Beneath the title, the author is listed simply as 'a Lord'.

He opens it to a random page.

—spread his legs on the velvet coverlet, and ensuring he was suitably ready I took my hardened prick and—

Stede snaps the book shut and tosses it away, as if the paper had scorched his fingers.

He feels his face flushing, cheeks stinging. He certainly feels like he’s on fire, like the pamphlet should be burning a hole through the expensive cotton.

But it isn’t. It just sits there, lewd in its unremarkability. It should at least have the decency to boast some sort of warning for unsuspecting captains who may accidentally stumble across it and attempt to read it. At least!

Stede isn't entirely naïve; he knows that these sorts of books exist. He's heard about them—hushed whispers with lowered eyes in the men's club, or vague and euphemism-riddled paragraphs at the very back of the newspaper—but he's never seen one before. Never held one in his hands. Never sought one out, even though he's often wanted to. Just for curiosity's sake, he tells himself. Just because he's interested, because if there's all this fuss, after all—

He had told himself that he was too nosy for his own good, and had never gone looking.

And now he's got one—now one has landed in his lap, so to speak. Technically, he supposes, he stole it, but he's fairly certain that the act of theft itself requires a little more intent: is it really stealing if you never meant to steal it in the first place? Or is it not just... accidental acquisition? This is a conversation he's had with the crew before, about the moral and ethical lines of their chosen careers, of the ramifications of looting and what, precisely, they choose to loot—

He's getting away from himself. Allowing himself to chase his racing thoughts to distract him from the slender little book.

The pamphlet sits near the head of the bed, and does nothing at all. Stede looks towards the door. He listens, for a moment, to the sound of the crew moving about above deck.

He has always wanted to know, after all. He is too nosy for his own good.

He pulls up the sleeve of his robe, and reaches across the blankets.

—and laying us down against the marble tiles, cool against my flushed, bare skin, I took his sturdy length in my hand and—

“Here you are! We thought you’d—”

“Argh!”

Ed bursts through the door—not knocking, does the man ever knock—and Stede nearly tumbles from the bed with a startled cry. The book, which he’d been holding mere inches from his face in a white-knuckled grip, flies from his hands and goes skidding across the room where it lands between Ed’s feet. Ed raises his eyebrows, bends down—

“No!”

—And picks it up.

“What’s up with you?” Ed says, stepping closer. “You’re all flustered! Caught the sun, did you?”

“What?” Says Stede, quickly rearranging himself on the bed and throwing a pillow over his lap. “The sun?”

“Your face,” Ed gestures with the book, one hand on his hip. “You’re bright red, mate.”

"Oh!" One of Stede's hands fly to his face, feeling his skin. He really is burning. He must be the same shade of pink as his favourite robe. "I... I must have done," he laughs, "serves me right for going out without a hat on!"

"D'you feel alright? I tell you, we once got marooned on this fucking little spit of land with no shade and by the time the sun set I was puking my bloody guts up!" Ed cackles. "Tell you what, sand and sick do not mix. You want a drink? I'm sure Roach'll have—"

"Oh, no," Stede says, keen to get Ed to put the book down and leave, "No, I'm quite alright. Really. Just want a... a rest."

"You look like you need it." Ed peers at the book, then steps closer. “You sure you’re alright? You don’t look alright.”

“I’m fine!” Stede’s voice is strangled: very much not fine. He's always fancied himself a good actor, but now he's not so sure.

Ed waves the pamphlet around like a loaded pistol. “Is this what's got you so flustered?”

“What? Yes! No? I mean—” Stede falls silent with a groan. God, he's bad at this. "It's nothing!" He says, fully aware that it's hopeless. There's a twinkle in Ed's eyes now: he's intrigued. His attention has been thoroughly grabbed.

“Well if whatever’s in here has got Gentleman Pirate all flustered—” Ed raises his eyebrows, but he’s teasing, not mocking, “—then I gotta take a look.”

“Ed, no—”

He opens the book at random and scans the page. Stede’s stomach drops into his knees, and suddenly the pillow feels rather unnecessary. Ed’s eyes have gone wide.

“Ed, listen, it’s not—”

“What is this?”

“I didn’t realise what it was—”

Ed looks up. His expression is sombre.

“Ed, please—” Stede begs, desperately.

And then Ed’s expression cracks.

“Really,” he says, a huge grin plastered across his face, “What is this? You know I can’t fuckin’ read, mate!”

He bursts into laughter as he chucks the book back to Stede, who fumbles the catch, dropping it onto his lap. He can feel his face burning even more as Ed flops onto the bed beside him, still laughing. Stede tries to laugh along, but it sounds wrong, far too forced. Ed frowns, his chuckles dying away.

“Hey,” he says, edging closer, “What’s up? It’s just a book.”

“It’s nothing.”

“If it’s ‘nothing’ then it’s fine with you if I just take this—” he reaches over and pulls the pamphlet from Stede’s loose grip, “—and find someone else to tell me what it’s about?”

“Oh, don’t—”

“Then are you gonna tell me or not? It’s not some weird gentlemanly bullshit about passive aggression and that? Got you pining for your old life?”

“It’s not that," Stede spits. "Never."

Ed stares at him. He wriggles his eyebrows, lips pursed. “So-oh?”

He draws the sound out, tilting his head coyly.

Stede relents. “It’s…”

He feels hot all over. He feels foolish. It’s not a big deal. He’s sure that this isn’t the only book like this on the vessel. He’s seen Lucius’ drawings, for God’s sake, even if he politely declined being sketched himself. He knows what the crew get up to in their spare time—and not in the spare time. He has no qualms about it. He wants them to feel safe on his ship. It’s their ship too, after all. He doesn’t want anyone to feel like they don’t belong.

Yet this… it’s different. It’s him. It’s not hanging around outside the storeroom for fifteen minutes so he doesn’t accidentally walk in on Lucius and Black Pete (again). It’s something that’s lit a spark in his belly that’s quickly blazed into something akin to a wildfire.

He sighs, takes the book back, and glances at the cover.

“It’s erotica,” he mumbles.

Ed’s expression does not change. “You what?”

He grips the book tighter. He looks up, keeping Ed’s gaze. He speaks clearly, so he cannot be misunderstood.

“Erotica.”

Ed blinks. “And that is?”

Stede’s patience snaps. “It’s pornography!” He realises that he shouted the last word, and covers his face with the book, as if that will make it any better. “Oh, God…”

There is a brief moment of silence. And then... more laughter.

He lowers the book.

“It’s porn?” There are tears rolling down Ed’s cheeks. “You filthy bastard, is this why you’ve been stealing books all this time?”

“No!” Stede says, keen to clarify. “It was an accident, I found it hidden inside one of the others…”

“You know if I knew you were looting porn I’d have told you to keep at it, what a— wait, hidden?”

“Yeah, in a history book.”

“Why’d he hide it? It’s not like people are shy about that stuff out here, I mean, have you seen Lucius’ boo—”

“Yes I’ve seen his book,” Stede quickly speaks over him. “I… I assume he hid it because it’s, ah…” he chews on his bottom lip, reminding himself that they’re pirates, now, not navy men or British captains constrained by a strict set of pointless rules. “It’s about two men.” He pauses. “Three men, occasionally," he adds, with a tilt of his head.

He's expecting Ed to react. Probably to laugh at him for being so silly as to tie himself into such a knot over such a small thing. Nearly everyone likes porn, Stede! He'll say. So what if it's two men? Don't get your breeches in a twist!

Trying very hard not to linger on the thought of Ed and his breeches in the same vicinity, Stede does a little worried cough.

"I suppose I am being a little—"

"So, ah, you're—"

They talk over each other. Suddenly, Ed looks downright nervous. Stede hadn't even noticed his expression change, too caught up in his own feelings.

"Do, go on?" Stede says, concerned, pushing aside his own self-admonition for the moment.

Ed swallows. He looks down, hand fiddling with the strap of his knee brace.

"You usually, uh. Read that sort of thing?"

"I… can't say I do," Stede says, truthfully.

“Oh.”

"But then again I've never actually seen one of these books in the flesh. As it were."

"Oh. Right." Ed pauses. "Me neither." He says, eventually.

Stede gives him a conciliatory smile. It's not surprising that Ed's not seen these sort of books before—they're barely talked about in the society he left behind, and he's not entirely sure that an 80 page plot-driven pamphlet about vigorous buggery is the sort of thing that would spread quickly on a pirate ship, where so few people can read. They probably go in for illustrated works.

"So—" Ed's skin is mottled, his cheeks darkened. He swallows, fixing his expression into what appears to be an attempt to be cheeky. "You found the newest book to read to the crew? Now you've finished the one about the mermaid and the prince and their soppy bloody wedding?"

Stede hides the automatic wince. The last tale he'd read the crew—including Ed—had been The Little Mermaid, by Hans Christian Andersen. He'd read it to the children once, and had been entirely unprepared for the ending. The children, bold and brave as they were, had been largely unmoved by the eponymous mermaid's plight, but it had kept Stede up for days. It was so sad. When he did sleep, he imagined the feeling of turning to sea foam. He could feel the icy water against his skin.

He'd taken it upon himself to fix it, when he read it to the crew. No more heartbreak and betrayal. No more sea foam. The little mermaid regained her voice, kept her legs, and married her prince. Even Black Pete had been moved.

He shakes his head, trying to dislodge the memory. "What?"

Ed gestures to The Education of a Gentleman. "Your dirty little secret," he says. "Are you gonna read it to us, or what?"

Stede is struck with the image of reading this particular story out loud to the crew, and nearly chokes on his own tongue.

"I— No!" He cries, "It's... it's wholly inappropriate, and I— I'm not sure if I could even—"

"Aw, but you'd get the voices spot on!"

"That as may be," Stede says, tripping over his tongue, "I couldn't... gosh, in front of all those people? I— no, no, absolutely not."

Ed looks... disappointed.

"Shame," he says, rubbing at his beard. "I've never... well, I've never read one of these, obviously. Never heard one either. I was... looking forward to it. See what all the fuss is about." He throws his arm around, giving Stede a too-heavy pat on the arm. "See what you were— ah, nevermind." He looks away, swinging his legs down so he's no longer perched beside Stede on the bed. "Give it to Lucius when you're done with it, he'll tell me the short version."

Stede swallows. Ed seems suddenly far away. He feels oddly guilty. However lewd the book is, however much it's thrown off his own internal balance, it's a luxury, too. He thinks of Ed's scrap of silk. Not all fine things are material, he realises.

"Do you—" He stops. He needs to choose each word delicately. Carefully. "I could read it to you."

Ed goes very still. The cabin is suddenly silent, save for the sound of the crew moving above and the waves lapping at the hull of the boat. Perhaps Stede's offered too much; perhaps he's crossed a line. Perhaps he'd just imagined the disappointment, too caught up in his own feelings. Perhaps...

Perhaps he wants to read it to Ed. He'd be the first to admit that he's not sure what the typical protocol is with these sorts of things, if this is an activity one usually shares with friends. Would they read it for fun—to, as Ed had said, see what all the fuss is about—or would it be for...

For pleasure?

He thinks of the reaction he had to the story. As he'd read, mind full of the images of close bodies and sweaty skin and panting breaths, he'd found himself... overcome.

And it hadn't just been his mind. It had been his body, too, reacting in an immediate, red-hot way which was wholly unfamiliar in its intensity. It was like finding oneself in a lake after a lifetime of standing in puddles. He recognised it, but he'd never known it could be so huge. He fears—he knows—that if he reads it out loud, even with Ed beside him, he'll be thrown back to that feeling, and his body will react in the only way it knows how.

He shifts, hands clenching into fists atop the pillow. Perhaps... perhaps especially with Ed beside him.

Would it be like that for Ed, too? Would he find himself overcome as well, shifting against the bed, the tight leather of his—

Oh, Lord. Stede shuts his eyes tight shut. It doesn't help. The images from the story are still fresh in his mind, stark against his eyelids. The way the images had shifted, utterly out of his control.

The characters, already vaguely described, had changed. They'd transformed. Stede had always had an overactive imagination, but one that had also been difficult to pin down. Images in his mind were blurred, faded around the edges; the idea of images, nothing solid. But as he'd read, he'd found himself picturing soft silks and fuschia robes. A shock of dark hair, streaked with white and grey. Brown skin covered in ink. Leather.

He opens his eyes. Ed is looking at his own hands.

"You'd read it to me?" He asks.

Stede shifts, sitting straighter. He makes a decision. "If you'd like."

"Yeah," Ed says, finally. "Yeah—" his confidence is eking back, his smile returning. "Yeah, I would like. Wait, just—"

He jumps up from the bed, and for a moment Stede thinks he's going to leave. Or worse, he's going to rush outside and grab the rest of the crew to join them. But he doesn't. He strides towards the door, gives it a quick push to make sure it's shut, and then...

He locks it.

"Right."

On the way back to the bed he kicks off his boots, then flings himself messily up onto the bed, leaning in the alcove by Stede's feet.

"There," he says, with a wave of his hand. "Go."

Stede can't suppress the smile that spreads across his face. Ed is so... he's so Ed. He's wonderful and perfect in his Ed-ness. He takes a breath, flicks back to the first page, and starts—

"The Education of a Gentleman," then raises his eyebrows knowingly, "by a Lord—"

"Ohh..." Ed wiggles his shoulders.

"In the summer of my twenty-fifth year—"

"Wait!"

Stede stops. "What's wrong?"

"Don't forget to do the voices."

Stede frowns. He remembers how much of the dialogue in this book is less dialogue and more... various moans and whines, all meticulously and phonetically spelled out.

"Really?" He says. "Even the..." he can't bring himself to say it.

"Especially the—" Ed says, nodding.

"Fine," Stede says, attempting to muster annoyance to hide his still-bubbling embarrassment.

Perhaps if he's too busy focusing on the story itself—and getting the voices right, he thinks—then the hot feeling from before won't even have a chance to come over him. Perhaps this time, engrossed in the art of storytelling, he won't be awkwardly attempting to cover himself before Ed can see what's happening to him.

He peers up, to see Ed watching closely, and there's a squeeze that starts somewhere in his chest then sinks ever-lower, rumbling downwards.

Or... not.

He looks back to the page, takes a breath, and starts again.

"In the summer of my twenty-fifth year, I travelled alone to the South, where I sought out..."

The words come easily. No wonder; the first page or so of the book is scene-setting, after all. And then their hero meets the first of his many dalliances, and Stede finds himself sticking, his tongue heavy. Ed doesn't seem to notice his stuttering; he reclines with his head against the glass, eyes lightly shut. Trying to focus on the words and not the twitching in his breeches, Stede continues. He grows more confident; the world hasn't ended, the windows haven't shattered. Ed hasn't leapt away in horror. He hasn't done anything, save for lying against the blankets, breathing lightly.

The words flow from his mouth like brandy, heavy and thick and potent. The first time he says the word shaft out loud he nearly fumbles it, but catches himself just in time. It feels odd, saying these words so boldly, but right, too. He's into the swing of it, voices and all, halfway through a scene set in the backroom of a house during a grand party, when he's suddenly cut off by a deep, unmistakable moan.

His eyes snap up instinctively.

Ed is still reclining in the corner of the alcove. His eyes are still shut. And he's stroking himself through the leather of his trousers, undeniably hard beneath. Stede stares. He can't not stare. He can't do anything else.

That's that question answered, then. For pleasure. And seeing Ed so positioned—his head knocking against the glass, his lips slightly parted—is like a drowning. If reading the book had been a lake, this—with him—is the ocean. A vast, shimmering sea.

Stede doesn't think. The last lingering traces of his rationality are gone, tossed out the window. Holding the book in one hand, and picking up the thread of the story where he left off, he slides his hand under the pillow, beneath the waistband of his trousers.

Oh. Oh.

The words come harder, now. In gasps; in stutters. In broken-off bites of sound, little noises, merging and mingling and harmonising with the unrestrained, rasping groans escaping from Ed's mouth too. Stede reads until he can't anymore, falling off halfway through a sentence about chinaware, of all things. His leg slides down the bed, slipping on the fine fabric till his foot connects with Ed's thigh. Ed whines.

The book slides from his hand to the floor. The wave—a dazzling ocean—crashes over him at last, and he gasps for air.

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #stede/edward #my ofmd fic

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Pick A Sunset: What Does The Universe Want You To Learn and How Can You Move Towards It?

Note: Happy bow and arrow season! 🏹 It’s time to let that inner Archer take his aim and make his mark. Sagittarius wants to set you free and have some fun. Most of all, he wants you to gain a deeper understanding of yourself.

Feel free to choose the pile/s you feel called to. Some details may not resonate with you since this is a general reading. As always, nothing is set in stone, so please don’t take it too seriously. I hope these will be able to give you some enlightenment. ✨

(Extra: I took these pictures for one of my Photography classes when I was in college.)

Pile 1

Cards: Knight of Wands, 7 of Swords, King of Swords, The Hanged Man

You need a proper strategy to get things done. You know you want that success. Your success– however you define it, whatever path you have chosen. The universe wants you to harness that fiery passion inside of you, like the Knight of Wands does to his red steed. To charge up your determination so that you can go full speed ahead.

I see that some of you are tempted to take an easy way out and ditch making a master plan altogether. Playing on the safe side with a “no plan is the best plan” kind of mindset. For others, you may have convinced yourself to turn away from what’s calling you. You may not believe that you deserve to pursue this, or you may fear the demanding nature of truly fulfilling your dreams.

The universe points out that this is a matter of the mind. You need to look at things objectively in order to make something concrete of this mixed bag of possibilities and doubts. Let go of unnecessary expectations. Don’t be afraid to sit with the uncertainties and explore them deeper. There is a truth about yourself you will independently come to know. Your intellect is on your side and will help you stick to the facts.

I feel like sitting still can feel like a sacrifice for some of you, so take it as it resonates. I see that it may help to write things down, or to talk to yourself in a firm but fair way. It’s okay to take your time and wait for a bit. You will arrive at a decision that will have taken a lot of careful thought. Fun and adventure await you on the other side.

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Pile 2

Cards: The Star, 8 of Cups, Queen of Wands, The Fool

“You’re on Your Own, Kid” by Taylor Swift played in my head. I know it’s not a popular choice from Midnights, but I can totally see parallels from the song and from this pile (I’m a Swiftie so I’m all about it). Basically, it’s the cycle of having high hopes for something, seeing it turn out not quite what you expected, and learning lessons from it that no one can take away from you. Situations change and level up in some way as we grow older, but the cycle continues. “Everything you lose is a step you take.”

You may currently be in a big transition or are about to embark on one. The universe prompts you to let the optimism of The Star card be your guide. You may have been disillusioned by familiarity and think of stepping out of your comfort zone. Something new and healing awaits you when you decide to walk away for good, and towards the longer term.

I also felt the message “less is more.” The forgotten 8 of Cups tell me you may have explored a number of options that weren’t fulfilling, but are about to find that fulfilment in The Star’s overflowing jugs. Quality over quantity.

Looking at the cards in the order I laid them out, you can see that the colour yellow increases. A beautiful journey of attracting what you want by simply believing that you will get it. Easier said than done, I know, especially when you feel like you’re going nowhere. Blind faith is a theme in your reading so things will still unfold even if you feel that way, don’t worry.

The universe urges you to know what you want, to be bold and to own it. New connections are on their way to you, but you must be sure that they align with you. This is a wake-up call not to settle. When I shuffle my cards I usually wait for them to flip or fall out of the deck, but this time the deck seemed sticky and I had to choose which ones wanted to jump out. Being confident can be a conscious choice.

At the end of the reading you have The Fool, the ultimate card for beginnings and a reminder of your excellent potential. You got this. You’re surrounded by encouraging energy; I feel like it’s your inner child, for most of you. They will help you keep your baggage light and greet whatever lies ahead with a smile.

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Pile 3

Cards: 3 of Pentacles, Ace of Cups, 7 of Swords Rx, 2 of Wands

My hardworking pile. First of all, I see that you’re not giving yourself enough credit for whatever it is that you’ve been working on. In fact, you should be proud of yourself and celebrate those successes, no matter how “small” and unconventional they are. Seriously, even the slightest changes. There’s always movement in the universe, but it’s not always visible. If you have doubts about it, it may help if you look back at where you started. You’ll be surprised by all the progress you’ve made!

A lot of you seem like the ‘lone wolf’ type when it comes to the grind. Being independent is admirable, but the universe nudges you to come out of your shell a bit. New collaborations are around the corner, offering not just to fill your schedule with productive and meaningful work, but to also fill your cup of emotions as well. These new connections will open your heart and feel like a balm to your soul. For others who have been thinking about something on the creative side, this is definitely a sign to cultivate it.

You’re on your way to become a master of your craft, but you need to reevaluate your approach. You need to drop your pretenses about this. You may want to avoid any kind of interference, or feel overwhelmed at the thought of another in your space. It doesn’t have to happen all at once; you can start with a simple partnership (as signified by 2 of Wands) and grow your network bit by bit, one step at a time.

Things are about to come together. You’re carving your own route and you will soon be at a crossroads. Don’t be afraid to expand. Each element of the suits are present in the cards, balancing your energy. You are more than ready.

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Pile 4

Cards: 5 of Pentacles, 5 of Swords Rx, King of Swords, Judgment

You’ve been through it, Pile 4. I can sense that you’ve been carrying some form of struggle for a while that made you feel alone and made it hard for you to see much else. I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope you can take it easy on yourself real soon.

Fives often carry a heavy and unstable energy to them. More than that, it is a temporary energy because Fives are all about change. The universe means to say that you can’t win all the time because you don’t have to. The universe assures you, this is not your be-all and end-all. You’re entitled to process this grief, to take your time to come to terms with it, but at some point, when there’s not much left to do anymore, you must cut your losses and learn to see beyond it. I’m getting a strong feeling of lack from a lot of you. This struggle is behind you now.

I don’t find it easy to impart tough-love kind of advice because I believe each struggle is unique to the person and that there can be movements related to that I’m not meant to see nor understand. The universe sends a firm message for you to evaluate yourself in order to release those feelings of doom and gloom. You must tackle the truths about yourself that hurt. Do so by sticking to the facts and not sticking them to your identity. Where you’ve been and what you’ve been through is not who you are. These can affect your emotions strongly so do your best to be fair to yourself.

This period of awakening will present different paths forward for each one of you. What they all have in common is strong renewal and clarity. Take care of your health, please, and try not to isolate yourself. Surround yourself with your trusted friends and loved ones. It will all come to an end soon. There is always more after.

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Pile 5

Cards: 6 of Pentacles, 2 of Wands, 7 of Pentacles, The Chariot Rx

It seems that this reading is all about balance. I was a little confused at first looking at the cards at face value because the card that followed the previous one kept contradicting it, for me. You seem to be faced with a series of choices in a certain area of your life. Knowing when to give and when to take. The universe advises that instead of one or the other, it’s both, and how they can apply and fulfil their purpose in a situation.

You must focus in order to determine which works for you at a given time. Do the necessary research and pay attention to details. In fact, a strategic move could end up multiplying rewards in your favour. Approach it decisively, but do not rush into it. Lay some boundaries if it can help you take things step by step.

The 7 of Pentacles and The Chariot in reverse tells me to remember to stop and smell the roses from time to time. Observe. Relax. Doing things in one go is convenient and efficient in theory but is not sustainable in the long run. If you lose a streak, know that it’s okay, things can’t always be in your control. Losing that desire will help you breathe easier.

You have a pair of sevens in the latter half of the reading because the Chariot is number seven in the Major Arcana cards. 77. Luck is on your side. Trust yourself.

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Pile 6

Cards: Ace of Swords, The High Priestess Rx, 7 of Pentacles, Ace of Cups

Have you had a breakthrough lately? Congratulations! New ideas and ventures should be celebrated, but in your case, you’re encouraged to do so in privacy. Don’t reveal information about your plans just yet. I don’t really sense anything harmful that can compromise them, just that you must let them take root first without external influences.

Keep your secrets safe; it can help you stay centered. I know it can be exciting and tempting to share your good news to the world. There will be a time for that. For now, give these emotions the freedom to be in solitude. I see that others are cultivating their inner voice. That’s great! Just make sure they’re always aligned with your best interests.

Your creative energy is building up. Foster this connection between yourself and your chosen craft. It will make you so happy, you have no idea. Learning to channel your emotions into your creations will make a stable foundation out of these new beginnings.

Things have just begun and they will only get better from here. Just remember to protect your beautiful and important inner world and let it expand on its own for the meantime. You will know when it’s time to lift the curtain along the way.

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That would be all! Thank you for taking the time to interact with this reading. Feel free to let me know how you found it, if it resonated or not, etc. You’re more than welcome to send me feedback or details about it.

Stay safe and have a cosmic week ahead! 🌇

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mad-c1oud · 3 months

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Idk if the eggs technically count as half of a duo but "I won't let anything happen to you" with either slime & Tallulah or slime & flippa perhaps?

CHARLIE AND TALLULAH YES YES YES I LOVE YOU ANON

did anyone else see that she left charlie a letter because she MISSED HIM kill me just do it I can't go on like this let them hang out, let them reunite let them heal-

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“I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Charlie pulls Tallulah to his chest, footsteps sure even in the pitch-black of the hallway. His sobrina doesn’t really need the reassurance; Tallulah is being braver than him in all honestly, her breath even and calm despite his own racing heartbeat. He’s her tio and an adult so he needs to take the lead here, though. This isn’t a place for eggs, this is hell.

They really outdid themselves for Pomme’s birthday this month. Someone needs to take away Baghera’s scaryfrenchman.png away, though. It’s a little overdone this time around. Doesn’t stop him from screaming heroically when another popup of one jumpscares the living daylights out of them. Charlie is so fucking brave and tough it's insane. Truly incredible.

“Oh my fucking god. You’re so lucky I was here to protect you from that guy, ‘Llulah. Jeez-us.” Tallulah giggles in his ear, the sound like music and a harsh juxtaposition to the groaning and crying someone is pumping in through speakers.

It’s not often he gets to hang out with her one-on-one, but the egg had spotted him lingering near the entrance to Pomme’s Haunted Hospital during the party and grabbed his hand, asking if he’d go with her because she was nervous. Who is Charlie to turn down some Tallulah Time? He doesn’t question why she didn’t ask literally anyone else, just beyond happy she asked him.

“AH!” Charlie shrieks when a cardboard cutout of… oh my fucking god is that Melissa in a sexy and bloody nurse costume- “Tallulah let’s- let’s not look at that for too long, for both of our sanities, yeah?” The egg laughs as Charlie obscures her vision with a hand, navigating them around an OSHA-violating nurse and onto- oh nice, a morgue.

Charlie removes his hand and just stands in the doorway, egg at one hip and his hand at the other. He tries channeling his best disappointed Dadza before speaking into the space, “Okay, this is cliché even for me. Whoever is hiding in a body bag and totally one of the lockers, jig is up. Too easy.”

He waits for a long moment while Tallulah keeps laughing hard enough she has to use her inhaler. Charlie waits for her to catch her breath, happy and no longer scared shitless. As Tallulah calms down, the body bag near the doorway rustles and the actual Roier pokes his equally bloody head out, pouting.

“No fair, I got everyone else but you, Slime.” The spider hybrid whines, flopping back into the bag dramatically. Charlie checks to make sure Tallulah is good before walking into the room, approaching Roier to pat his head sympathetically. Ew. Sticky. He’s also wearing that nurse costume, of course. Should have guessed.

He continues past the other tables and the wall of body lockers, towards the next door as he talks, “You’ll get ‘em next time, big dawg. I’ll even set the next person up-”

“BOO!” Pac and Mike scream from their respective lockers, doors flying open to reveal them decked out to the nines in decomposing makeup. Charlie has a split second to notice Pac even took his prosthetic off for the bit, but a split second is all he gets, unfortunately.

Things go well after that! Charlie handles it well, of course.

Unrelated but Fit is going to kill him.

Five minutes later, after the panic and terror have worn off enough to realize what he’d done, Charlie has to be led out early by a Roier near tears laughing, Tallulah securely in his arms still as Pac clutches the back of his shirt, bloody nose leaving an appropriate trail of blood through the final rooms of the haunted house. Charlie is going to say he just helped decorate.

“S-see, mi eggy Sabrina, didn’t let anything happen to you...” Charlie mumbles into her mess of hair before turning around to check on Pac as they weave in and out of dark corridors and scary Frenchmen, "Now Pac on the other hand... or should I say leg."

That gets him a flick at one ear and laughter in the other one.

Oh well, they’ll try again next month. Together.

#qsmp #qsmp fic #qsmp tallulah #qsmp slimecicle #slimecicle #qsmp roier #this one got away from me...#not sorry I love them more than i can handle #mad writings

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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Could you possibly write about slenderman's ghost s/o trying to make the mansion festive for Halloween bc they're really excited for the holiday and never experienced it before? They have a list and everything as soon as they learn about the custom-

For instance, every room is decked out in decor totally not stolen, they make loads of themed treats, and try to engage the him and the proxies into doing multiple festive activities as well?

-slender anon <3 (sorry if this is too much exposition, tysm for all the cool writing)

Celebrating Halloween w/ Slenderman!

so so sorry for taking a a bit to get to this !! I meant to get this out tomorrow but I got distracted </3 still torn on if i want the mansion to exist in my au but for all intents and purposes we'll say it does for this >:) i might make the mansion like, some abandoned creepy haunted house in universe, like the house from IT or Nightmare on Elm Street (i actually... dont remember if it gets abandoned or not in the later movies, its been a while since i watched the series..) or something something yeah i think ill go with that for the mansion anyways enough rambling

Cue curious head tilts and questions from slenderman, he knows OF Halloween but he doesnt know all the ins and outs and intricacies when it comes to how its celebrated; best he knows is costumes and candy

initially watches you try to hang up all the decorations by yourself but eventually steps in to give you a hand

probably consults in you what basic Halloween traditions are, and probably also tries to ask the proxies if they know anything about it

i think outside of toby, the proxies don't really. remember much of their lives before becoming proxies, but that's because I'm basing my take on them off of the original MH where like, there's brain fog and the proxy/person are internally separate, but that's where inspiration from the original stuff ends; merging two fandoms together is. hard when the canon and fanon are so different

anyways

but also i never really like the creepypasta interpretation of masky and hoodie, at least from when i was in the fandom years back where they were shy and soft, but thats likely changed now- admittedly i dont interact with the fandom outside of creating

im rambling again, but i think masky and hoodie would also be a little lost but ready to do whatever they're told to do in regards to helping deck out the mansion

good news is that the mansion already looks like a spooky haunted house! especially on the outside since it's not as well kept as the inside

the inside is like what comes to mind when someone says old ass house; creaky wooden floors, shitty heating system, crawl spaces and compartments, that sort of thing. old enough that it would definitely have mold and rot, and be falling apart, if slenderman didnt come and keep it in tact

again, it already looks spooky enough as is, but decorations can really tie in the look

fake cobwebs, skeletons, spiders

oh those are real spiders

the mansion probably has spiders, slenderman cant do anything about the spiders sorry

okay anyways

treats! totally not stolen from some store by a teleporting entity that naturally distorts electronics! definitely not

he would make them with you, i think

i sometimes think about how slenderman would probably like calm and quiet activities, domestic ones included, so i think this is something he would actually end up loving especially with you around

learns he hates working with melted marshmallow, that shit is not banned from the mansion as well as marshmallow creme

he even gets those cute little halloween themed goodie bags so you can give them out

unfortunately he's going to have to pass, on account that he can't really eat any non-human meat food, but rest assured if he could safely eat your treats he would

Toby would be fucking that shit up, especially if you make those popcorn ball things. i feel like toby would love those. masky to me seems like a butterscotch haystack enjoyer to me (based), while hoodie fucks up those chocolate dipped pretzels, you know the ones that get decorated to look like mummies? those. he demolishes those (also based)

i kinda miss the popcorn balls tbh i havent had those in years but they were good from what i remember- i think i might make some this evening

moving on once more

if there's any extras slenderman may offer to take you around to give them to others

im still deciding character dynamics and relationships and who knows who in this funky au, but i feel like slenderman knows at least a handful of the other character. at least on a first name basis

so thats fun! you also get to share the joy with characters such as splendor and trender, and perhaps even jeff. i hc that eyeless jack and slender are both in the same forest but not like. buddy buddy. but he can get goodies too. ignore the fact jack is in the same boat as slender in terms of what he can and cant eat- he appreciates the gesture

now activities! i gotta admit i never really did halloween stuff outside of trick or treating; so im a little stumped on ideas

theres the obvious, pumpkin carving (the pumpkin insides get used to make more treats!), apple bobbing, and a few others

while not really a halloween game, you guys probably play a few games in the woods

thats

wait no thats terrifying, do not play hide and seek/tag with them in the woods regardless of if its night time and regardless of if youre a ghost, that shit actually sounds terrifying esp since i think slenderman and hoodie would get WAY TOO competitive

oh scary stories

definately

you insist on summoning ghosts and demons to fit the vibe

" but Dear, you're a gho-" "hush"

you guys accidentally summon one of the ghost creepypastas or something/j

you guys accidentally summon zalgo and halloween gets cancelled'j

idk if this is just a me thing but whenever me and my friends sit down to read creepypasta stories we get derailed and somehow end up reading fanfics and acting them out but i can see this happening as well; though this one also isnt a halloween exclusive activity

overall its a learning experience for most of you guys, and slenderman is totally up to humoring you again next year!

oh oh oh halloween costumes, how could i forget?

good luck trying to find something for slenderman, even if he could fit in anything he probably wouldnt dress up no matter how you try to word it

actually now that i think of it, do you think his suit is just part of his body? like ive seen loads of interpretations where it is; the shitty slenderman movie included. like is it a removeable suit? is it something that looks like a suit but its part of him? is it like a scp 049 situation where it is a suit but its attached to him?

im not getting into that today

masky and toby both dress up as classic slasher icons

hoodie probably would too but i got flashed with a vision of him dressed as pumpkin so im rolling with it

i think thats about everything! i hope you like this! this ended up way longer than i thought it would be but i fully blame that on me still being in my ramble mindset </3 ive been cooking up some major hcs for my au/interpretation as well as smaller stuff so my brain just wants to dump it TToTT

anyways

runs off to go draw spooky stuff (cough cough creepypastas dressed up in costumes)

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #slenderman imagine #creepypasta slenderman #creepypasta imagines

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wrenniebaby · 2 years

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witchy woman | eddie munson

fleetwood mac! / witch! fem! reader x eddie munson

summary : the five interaction eddie had with the local light witch, they are both outcasts in similar, yet much different ways

warnings : drug use (weed + mushrooms), cursing, divination mentions and use

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ note from oph : this is a repost off my old account, but it is one of my favorites.

the first time eddie had met the light witch, she was barefoot in the woods where he usually sold. she wore a flowy cream colored skirt and a small cropped top, looking like the epitome of the 60s. he was awestruck, she sat atop of the picnic table, a deck of tarot cards spread in front of her. her eyes were peacefully shut as she hovered her hands to pick the next card.

a branch beneath his foot breaking altered her of his presence, he blushed lightly throwing an embarrassed smile her way. “eddieboy!” she greeted, a large smile beaming at him. she always had called him that, neither were sure of why. it always made him feel nice, finally a nickname that wasn't derogatory.

he sat on one of the benches, watching as she did her ritualistic practices. totally enamoured in the complete way she carried herself. a flower crown laid upon her head, slightly crooked from the way she tilted when she got confused.

“whatcha doin?” he asked as he looked at the collection of rocks nearby. “tarot! I could give you a reading if you'd like?” anything to spend more time with you, he thought but just nodded, afraid to say anything revealing. she spread the cards in front of him. “pick as many cards as you want.” she instructed. he just picked up a random card, one that called him to it. he didn't believe in all this witchy stuff but he trusted and believed in her. the ace of cups stared back at the two of them, “means new relationships, emotions and love. seems like you have love coming your way.” she smiled at him, he took note of the meaning, but thinking too good to be true.

the second time that the two interacted was when she showed up to his trailer, her bike leaning against his van. a soft knock rasped at his door. he opened it to see her distractedly looking at the stars, he cleared his throat to get her attention. without looking away from the night sky, she commented “big dipper is bigger than normal. hm.” she then turned to him, enveloping him into a hug. the sweet action taking him by surprise, he hugged back instantly, not knowing when this would happen again. “you looked like you need a hug, also i got a surprise for you.” curiosity piqued his interest at the statement. she was always the type to physically affectionate, even with people she didn't necessarily know that well. worry spiked eddie's emotions, if anyone ever took advantage of her…

he thought to himself, before stepping aside to let the girl into his messy trailer, he'd feel ashamed of the mess but he knew she didn't mind one bit. they'd gone to school together as long as the two could remember, her always one grade below him. she lived farther back in the trailer park, so they had seen each other on occasion. she sat cross-legged in front of the couch, pulling out a bag from her bra. “mushrooms!” she excitedly spoke, pouring some of the dried edible into his hand. “i know you like to get high, so I thought I'd share. you don't mind, do you?” worry clouded her features as he sat down next to her on the floor. “not at all, sunshine.” sunshine, what was supposed to be a negative nickname about her optimistic behavior, was something she would never take as an insult. she loved the idea of being the epitome of sunshine, of warmth, able to provide a little light to the darkest days. it was something eddie loved about her, did he love her? he thought to himself, well, how could anyone not? she was sweet, beautiful and the most caring individual anyone had ever met. the way her eyes glistened in the sun, those (y/e/c) orbs making him feel truly seen.

he couldn't think about it much longer or he'd be confessing every emotion he held for the spiritual soul. the two took the mushroom, watching some old cartoon on the television and giggling to each other.

she leaned her head on his shoulder as time passes.it was late when she showed up, the late morning arriving faster than either noticed. they feel asleep on the couch, limbs tangled together, it wasn't supposed to happen, but happy accidents can be celebrated too. when eddie woke, as he never was good at staying asleep. her hair spread all over his chest, soft snores coming from her lips all he could do was admire her. a little bit of drool seeped into the cotton of his shirt, I could get used to this.

pain tugged at his heart strings as he watched her from across the cafeteria, she was laughing at something one of her friends said. i want her to laugh at my jokes. jealous pulled at him, and distracted him for the campaign talk, his party was talking about. he watched as she gave some crystals to some friends, buttercup flowers tucked into the bun sported by her. he thought what it would be like to help her brush and braid her hair. what is wrong with me? why am I so hung up on this girl? he felt like if the pair didn't start dating soon, he might implode.

and that's how he ended back in the girl's usual spot of the forest, he found her sat in the center of fairy circle, humming ‘leather and lace’ by stevie nicks. he thought it fit the two of you perfectly, your soft voice singly lightly, “give to me your leather, and take from me, my lace.”

once again, a branch breaking under his boots alerted the fairy-tale like princess in front of him, turning quickly she saw the boy of your dreams. “hey sunshine, I got a question to ask you?” he said it as a question, nerves obviously getting the best of him. she gave him her undivided attention, “yes, eds?” it wasn't often that people used that version of his name, it left him feeling like he was in a movie, something that he couldn't find the words to describe.

“can I be your boyfriend?” the question blurted out before he could find a better way to word it. a soft smile lit up sunshine's features, as if he'd just told her he got tickets to fleetwood mac. i have to take her to one of their concerts, he mentally noted. he needed to see her completely in her element. “i’d love that, to be honest, I've been crushing on you awhile, but anxieties can get the best of anyone.” she giggled lightly at the end, and he swore that's what heaven sounded like. his heaven. his girlfriend. never in a million years, did he think he'd find the love of his life at hawkins high. especially not one so nice.

their first kiss gave eddie the same emotions as when he listened to black sabbath for the first time. something about it was so sweet, and full of love, and he swore he'd never be able to find a love like this again. this was a once in a lifetime spark and eddie would do anything under the sun to keep her. he was the moon to her sun, the leather to her lace.

they sat in eddie's van, on their way to lovers lake. sunshine vowed that it had the best view of the stars, she wants to point out all the constellations, all she wanted was to share everything with him. that's what relationships were all about, finding that person that you could spill your darkest secrets to.

they sat upon the big rock, their backs slightly aching from the points digging into their soft flesh. she stared at the sky, and he stared at her. the way she got absolutely ecstatic when there was another constellation that she recognized, telling eddie every fact and fable she knew about the balls of light.

she had finally stopped rambling, turning to look at the man next to her. she could see stars in his eyes, everything about their dynamic was picture perfect to her. “you’re so pretty.” she commented to him, dragging a couple fingers through his tangled locks. “babe, I'm absolutely positive you're the pretty one in our relationship.” he pushed forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, which she easily reciprocated. their lips fitting together like molds made for one another. she sighed dreamily into the kiss, barely believing that this was her reality, and not just another daydream she had come up with.

the two laid on eddie's bed, softly singing to the mixtape eddie had made with a combination of both of their tastes. dreams played lowly in the background, while eddie told her about all of his dreams, how he wanted to someday be one of the most popular rock musicians ever. she talked about how she wants to do art for the rest of her life, hundreds of portraits of eddie living in her sketchbook.

her nails raked softly against his scalp, soft approving hums coming from his throat, his eyes closed. he finally felt safe. he never thought this would be a feeling, he'd get the pleasure of experiencing. with her right by his side, he knew no matter what happened it would all be okay. his guardian angel here to give him the optimism, he often forgot. she admiringly stared at the boy on her chest. the way soft breathes left his mouth, how his thumb softly grazed circles on her, how he was always so gentle with her. as he couldn't believe she was his, she couldn't believe he was hers. her protector.

“i love you, eds.” she poke so calmly, as if it wasn't the first time either of them had said the big word. she was ever eager to display her emotions, they basically were painted on her face. or maybe he could just read her like a book. he looked at her in shock, he had deemed himself unlovable a long time ago. hell, his parents weren't even around, the only person to ever be there for him was his uncle. so they fact that an angel I'm human skin would love him so unabashedly amazed him. “i love you, sunshine.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #wrennie.fic #eddie munson x witch!reader

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bunniesnuggie · 2 years

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~Eddie as a caregiver~

cg!eddie munson x little!(gn)reader

summary: general headcanons of our baby cow bf as our caregiver

some more cg! eddie headcanons because we all need it right now

as i said before eddie is very artsy and he will color with you

he has “grown up” dnd coloring books, but he totally lets you help him color them, he doesn’t care if you go outside the lines or use mismatched colors. his baby cakes made it :) he a special one that he uses just for himself

btw he calls you baby cakes

idk i saw it on this donut thing the other day and my brain was like - eddie -

always puts your comfort over his. always.

everyone talks about wearing is jacket, which is a given. but if you slip out in public while wearing platforms/heels/big people shoes etc. he’s slipping off his boots, pulling out extra socks and putting them on you

oh yeah he’s got a “baby bag” for you

just a little backpack of your choosing that you both switch between carrying. he carry’s it for you when you get tired of it 🫠 it’s small so it only holds the necessities; small stufffie, socks, stash away paci, and head phones for sensory reasons :)

heard someone say that he’s wear pink nail polish to match reader and y e s

his nails used to alway be black and chipping but now they always match yours or are color you picked. he also lets you draw little designs on them and god forbid someone says something about them

i will die on my eddie is protective hill

he almost never lets you out of his site in little space. he has to know where every bump, scrape and bruise come from. if you like me and you bruise easy or are super clumsy - poor boy, he’s wrapping you bubble wrap and strapping a hockey helmet on you 🫠

gets genuinely invested in your shows and movies

one of the reason why he such a good caregiver is he genuinely enjoys it, he enjoys taking care of you of course, but he also loves to play with you and hangout with you. so if you have no little friends it’s ok, eddie is kinda like a kid too :)

he does not care about the “gross” things that you and your body do

you got a runny nose? he’s lightly pinching the tip of it to wipe away the snot. drooling all over his shoulder because you passed out while cuddling? absolutely fine, his favorite thing. you have troubles with bladder control or anything? “angel look, they make the cute pull ups in your size”. if pull-ups or diapers aren’t your thing, he gets you special waterproof sheets and makes sure he always takes you potty before bed. he will wipe you and help you wash your hands. probably would ask to help change your period products if you use them. he . does. not . care

eddie loves to try to win you stuffies at the local fair, will spend hours trying and so much money he could’ve just bought you one

steve ends up trying the basketball one and winning you a huge stuffed dragon and eddie gets all butt hurt until you name it after his dnd character, after that he’s all :D “my baby named their dragon after me”

getting happy meals in his van

you always sit in the back, in a special seat that eddie decked out to feel like a car seat. it’s got little arm rests as well as cup holders and he somehow added extra belts to keep you super safe. he always drives safer with you regardless if you’re regressed or not.

loves when you take care of him in littlespace

one of his favorite memories is coming home after the events in the upside down and having you comfort and care for him so diligently (i have a small fic about this self plug ). or the rare occasion where he gets a cold and you go all doc mcstuffins on him. band aids everywhere, why bandaids for a cold? he doesn’t ask. thermometer that you don’t know how to read, blankeys, stuffies, and a stethoscope he has no idea came from. (should i make this a full story bc i can keep going 🙃)

A/N : i love headcanons so much because something so simple really makes the character more complex :) buuut i’m terrible at making them short and concise

also do we like the little scenarios with the headcanons or is just the idea / headcanon alone better???

ps: i’m working on like three fics / one shots i still don’t know the difference rn and then i’ll get the edited and out to you guys :) and as always just let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list!

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abstractnaturaldisaster · 1 year

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Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

Part One I Part Two I Part Three I Part Four I Part Five I Part Six I Part Seven I Part Eight I Also on AO3!

We’re getting close to the end! A little Valentine’s Day flower delivery update prior to the boys finally getting to have their big date! Thanks for sticking with me! Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Whatever Robin said, Steve had absolutely not spent the rest of the day yesterday fretting about delivering flowers with Eddie. What he had done was prepare to be excellent company including fishing out his old cassette to ipod converter so he could provide a classic valentines day soundtrack to the delivery route, put together a bag of snacks and a blanket for the car, and tried on more outfits than he was willing to admit to decide what to wear to accompany Eddie on his delivery route. He’d eventually landed on a pair of joggers and a soft light purple sweater. He felt like it looked festive but wasn’t obnoxiously Valentine’s-coded. Robin had taken a different tactic on her outfit and was fully decked out for the holiday including candy heart earrings and bright pink corduroys. After Steve had told her that he would be out all day with Eddie, Robin had volunteered to hang back with Chrissy at De Lucas’.

“Man, it’s a little early to move in with him, Steve,” Robin joked when Steve had pulled together his bag for the day.

“I just want to be prepared, Robs. I want to at least try to be helpful,” Steve answered.

“Dude, it’ll be great. You’ll be the best little passenger princess Eddie has ever seen.”

“Fuck you.” Steve knew Robin was just messing with him; however, he did feel like maybe he had gone a little overboard. But Eddie had spent the last month secretly wooing Steve and he felt like he owed it to Eddie to make at least a little romantic gesture even though they were officially celebrating tomorrow. “Be nice to me or I’m going to start giving you shit about Chrissy.”

“What about me and Chrissy?” Robin asked.

“Seriously?” Steve glanced over at Robin with a smirk.

“Steve,” Robin warned

“Robin.”

“She is not into me that way, dude,” Robin reasoned.

“This conversation is sounding very familiar,” Steve laughed.

“Goodbye, dingus,” Robin said. “It looks like your chariot is ready.”

Eddie was honking loudly across the street and waving his arm maniacally out the window of the van in the direction of the tattoo studio. Steve slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way over to Eddie’s van.

“Are we participating in a heist I don’t know about?” Eddie asked as Steve got closer.

“What?” Steve asked. “Oh, the bag! I just brought like snacks and stuff. I figured you might need stuff to make the long day more fun.” Steve blushed a little but hoped Eddie would think it was just the winter chill.

“Stevie! That’s so sweet,” Eddie said.

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal. Also, I don’t want to, like, distract you from work, so let me know if it’s too much.”

“Nah, I could use something to break up the monotony of Valentine’s deliveries. Ready to get the show on the road?” Eddie said as they got settled into the van.

The van started up and whatever tape Eddie had in the player started blaring. Steve reached over and turned the volume down.

“So, you can totally say no, but I did find my old cassette / ipod converter if you trust me to dj?”

“Do you take requests?” Eddie asked.

“From you, never,” Steve laughed.

Steve loaded up the playlist he made which happened to include the songs from the Hall & Oates tape Steve had gotten Eddie as well as that one love song from Eddie’s Led Zeppelin record. Steve had of course added other classic sappy Valentine’s Day hits and was singing along to them very badly in the passenger seat. Thankfully Eddie didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’d join in every once in a while.

“Hey, you have a pretty good voice, dude,” Steve said.

“I thought we’d moved past dude, man,” Eddie teased.

“Do you have a favorite pet name?” Steve asked.

“I dunno, honestly, I’ve never really done the whole like ‘going steady’ thing,” Eddie answered.

“Really? Shit. I’m gonna romance the hell outta you, Munson.” “I don’t think Munson is it, babe, a little too sporty,” Eddie laughed.

“Hmm. Back to the drawing board,” Steve said and settled back into the surprisingly comfortable seat. Steve listened to Eddie croon along to an Elvis standard and smiled to himself, wondering how he got so lucky. After driving through most of Chicago’s neighborhoods the morning deliveries were finished.

“Should we go pick up lunch for the girls on our way back?” Eddie asked when he got back into the van.

“Yeah! I also feel like I need caffeine or I will fall asleep on you this afternoon,” Steve answered.

They made it back to the shop with bags of deli sandwiches, chips and chocolates.

“How goes it on the home front?” Eddie asked as he threw open the door to the flower shop.

“We almost ran out of red roses but Chrissy threatened your supplier within an inch of their life until they sent out another order.” Robin answered, her voice full of admiration.

“Yeah, we probably need to send Mr. Lee some cookies or something after today,” Chrissy flushed a little at Robin’s praise.

“Eh, he’ll be fine. He’s just a drama queen. All right. Eat up then we have to get the afternoon deliveries ready!” Eddie responded.

After they eat, the group makes an assembly line to prepare the delivery orders. Eddie and Steve packed up the van again and left Robin and Chrissy to handle any last minute shoppers and clean up the flower shop. Steve held Eddie’s hand over the gear shift as they sped back out into the city.

The afternoon continued much like the morning, Eddie gently ribbing Steve’s music taste and Steve judging Eddie for his horrible takes on Valentine’s Day candy. They finished out the last few stops and made it back just as Chrissy was flipping the open sign off and Robin swept the shop floor.

“Good day, Stevie?” Eddie asked.

“The best, babe.” Steve said and pecked a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Wanna grab a drink or something or are you ready to crash?”

“As much as I want to, I should probably head in. I need to be in top form for our date tomorrow, big boy,” Eddie answered.

“I get it. Can I kiss you good night?”

“Oh, sweetheart, absolutely.” Eddie said as he pulled Steve into their first kiss.

As Eddie started running his fingers through Steve’s hair, Steve melted into Eddie and pulled him closer. Eddie was about to pull Steve up into his apartment when Chrissy and Robin banged on the flower shop window and whistled. Steve jumped out of Eddie’s arms and Eddie had to laugh.

“Continue this tomorrow, Eds?” Steve asked.

“Tomorrow, princess,” Eddie smiled back.

***

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Songs in the Dark

Requested by anonymous: Morpheus x reader where they have broken up and he watches from afar? Reader doesn't notice him until they're singing a heartbreak song and doesn't break eye contact with him to make sure he knows just how much they're hurting

A/N: ... I made myself cry writing this one. Hurt no comfort kind of, mostly pining and longing, feels galore. I try to keep my SFW reader inserts gender ambiguous, so for the song at the end here's Frank Sinatra's version for the masc aligned folks and Bette Midler's version for the femme aligned folks cuz everyone deserves a chance to have Dream pining for them tagging @fangirlmary this is also totally My Kind Of Shit, I'm a musical theater actor so if anyone wants to hear me sing this to morpheus hit me up i'll make a vid xD

~~Requests for Morpheus and the Doctor (9-13) are open!~~

You should have told them no. There was no way you could do this. How in the hell were you supposed to sing when your throat was clenched so tightly around tears and sobs you could barely talk? Either way, ten minutes before your first two songs was too late to pull out.

You drank some water and let out a shuddering breath. The stage manager knocked on the door to the greenroom and murmured, “Y/N, you’re on in five.”

“Thank you five,” you choked back, giving him a nod. You took another sip of water and tossed the bottle back in your bag. A quick glance in the mirror to make sure your face and hair were performance ready- they were, even if your face was a little pale.

You stared your reflection down and took a few more deep breaths. “Okay,” you told yourself, “We’re gonna get through these four songs, give ‘em a good show, then you can go home and cry over ice cream and a sappy movie. You can do this.” The last bit didn’t sound convincing at all.

The stage manager returned. “Y/N, you’re on deck, we’re ready in the wings.”

“Thank you on deck.” One more deep breath and you followed the stage manager up the narrow stairs to stage level. Another singer gave you a quick smile as she passed you on her way back to the greenroom.

A shiver ran down your spine at the change in temperature when you got into the wings, ears filled with piano music and the man currently singing on stage. Your mind slipped into that fuzzy yet focused state you found yourself in when performing. You know the words. Don't think, just do. You heard the audience applaud at the end of the song, sounded like a decent sized crowd. You took another deep breath and shook the numbness out of your fingers.

The man who was just singing gave you a thumbs up as he walked off the stage and the announcer started to introduce you. There was another round of applause when your name was announced; you willed your legs to carry you forward onto the stage.

The heat of the spotlights instantly warmed and half-blinded you. Combined with the dim lights at the back of the room, most of the audience was only visible as shapeless forms in various shades of black You could almost pick out some facial features of the people sitting in the back as you approached the standing mic and gave the pianist a nod.

You took a steadying breath as you heard the first chords of the song. Everything seemed to fall away, there was nothing in the world except for you, the piano, and the microphone. Your eyes softly fell shut for just a moment. You took another breath, pulling air all the way into the bottom of your lungs, supported by your diaphragm. The first words were already half formed in your mouth. Your eyes eased open.

And then you saw him.

At first, he appeared to be a cool black, vaguely person-shaped blob, much like the rest of the audience. He had situated himself against the back wall, dead center stage. The details sharpened as your eyes once again adjusted to the spotlights: the tufts of midnight hair you knew were softer than the finest cashmere; the pale skin that appeared to shimmer with starlight if you looked long and hard enough; the faint, almost imperceptible glow from the flames and stars of his cloak. That glow almost seemed a trick of the spotlights, but you knew better.

It was a testament to your skill that you kept singing as if nothing was amiss, as if your ancient, eldritch former boyfriend wasn’t burning holes into the core of your being with the intensity of his stare. Your knees almost gave out, and you tried to make your death grip on the microphone stand part of the emotion the song was trying to convey.

Also to your credit, you refused to break eye contact, staring down those black pits that would have been utterly soulless if not for the tiniest glimmer of light.

Your mind wandered during the short piano interlude. Why was he here, looking as if he were about to explode into shadows and dissolve into sand at the same time? Why did he seem so… hurt? After all, he was the one who did the breaking up- his version of “it’s not you, it’s me,” Endless and mortals cannot be together, it always ends in ruin. The fact that you were willing to risk ruin, willing to prove the universe and the stories wrong was utterly ignored, never mind how strong and deep your love for each other was. I'm sorry Y/N, my light. My heart. His choked, gruff words echoed in your mind, quickly replaced by the next lyrics.

The song you were singing was playful and flirty, but you knew the next one was much more melancholy, full of longing and empty sadness. You hit the last note and held it perfectly, lips twitching into a small, pride-filled smile as the audience broke into applause. When it died down, you gave the pianist another nod and he started your next song.

When you had first agreed to perform at this cabaret, you had picked this song for no reason other than the vibes; a melancholy, jazzy piece was right at home among the velvet chairs and faint cigarette smoke. The meter of the song was straightforward, but the nature of the lyrics left lots of room for variation.

~I'm gonna love you, like nobody's loved you, come rain or come shine. High as a mountain, deep as a river, come rain or come shine.~

You felt the barely healed cracks in your heart start to fissure. The hurt, the love, the wistful, melancholic longing, the strength of your faith in the two of you together, Morpheus could see it all on your trembling face, in your sparkling, watery eyes. Could hear it in every crooning note, every word you sang.

~I guess when you met me, it was just one of those things. But don't ever bet me, cause I'm gonna be true if you let me.~

Now it was you staring burning holes into him. Dream could feel the stubborn determination in your gaze pierce him through skin and bone, all the way to his heart and soul. He barely breathed, not wanting to disturb a single atom of the room while you poured your heart into the song.

The rest of the world disappeared; to Morpheus it was just you and him in that darkened room, a single spotlight illuminating your form, the accompaniment lightly riding the air. You were singing to him, no one else. Your eyes hadn’t left his for a second.

~You're gonna love me, like nobody's loved me, come rain or come shine. Happy together, unhappy together, and won't it be fine.~

Your gaze turned sad and knowing, even as a quivering smile stretched your lips. Dream knew in the depths of his being that you were right. No matter what the universe did or didn’t do, his heart would always belong to you. And that was why he had to end it. If you perished, surely, so would he.

~Days may be cloudy, or sunny. We're in, or we're out, of the money.~

Again, that love and passion fueled fire filled your eyes. These weren’t Harold Arlen’s lyrics anymore: they were a declaration of your unfading love. You meant every word, and they were for him alone.

~But I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine.~

Morpheus was filled with so many emotions swirling like a storm he could barely name them all: shame, love, pride, adoration, longing, the sweetest, deepest hurt.

The piano slowed, gently pulling the chords from the keys, giving you the freedom to sing the last words as your heart dictated, not the sheet music. Faint flashes of silver flickered to life in his eyes when he saw a solitary tear roll down your cheek, heard the shakiness of your breath as you sang the last phrase:

~Rain or shine~

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 13: Skeleghost (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

“Mini” isn’t so much a word limit as it is something you feel with your heart. 1k is totally “mini” when some of these oneshots I throw at y’all are 10k, right? 😂

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch13: Skeleghost

Luka looked up from his guitar at the knock on the door, his eyebrows lifting. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He had been perfectly content to ignore the rest of the world for the evening, actually. Just…him and his music.

Moping, a dry voice that sounded suspiciously like his sister drawled in his mind. He told it to fuck off, because he was definitely not moping.

Whoever was outside knocked again, and he sighed as he put his guitar down.

“All right, all right!” he called, scrubbing his hands along his face as he walked over. “I’m coming!”

Marinette was on the other side when he opened the door, a large tote bag on her arm and bundled in her sweater. He had to smile at that: he was pretty sure she hadn’t taken it off since he’d left it for her. She’d been wearing it every time he’d seen her since, at least. He had to assume that meant she liked it.

“Sorry,” she said, biting down on her lip in that nervous way she had. “I hope I’m not bothering you?”

You could never bother me, he wanted to say.

“I wasn’t doing anything, no,” he said instead. “What’s up?"

“Today sucked,” she said, and he had to agree with her. He’d been distracted all day, ever since Mendeleiev had hauled her and Fred away from breakfast. Not…not worrying, not really. Just…worrying. She pursed her lips and bobbed her head back and forth. “Actually, this whole week has sucked. And I really don’t want to be alone tonight. So…I was hoping…maybe we could not be alone together? I brought movies.”

She held up her tote, watching him from beneath her lashes with a look that made him a little lightheaded. He tried not to focus too closely on her words when she looked at him like that – on how not being alone together sounded, what I don’t want to be alone tonight would mean if it was anyone other than Marinette at his door, because Marinette would never mean it like that anyway. Because it’s not what she meant, he knew, and even if it was…it wasn’t what either of them needed. What either of them were looking for.

She wasn’t Théo, looking for some meaningless physical connection.

He’d never been good at meaningless, anyway.

She needed a friend.

…but he wasn’t sure he knew how to be a friend anymore, either.

“Fred working again?” he asked, peering into the bag. Her pink blanket was tucked inside, along with bags of microwave popcorn and at least ten DVD cases. He thought he even saw a deck of playing cards.

“No, he’s home,” she said. She looked at the bag, her teeth worrying her lip again. “I just…I think a movie night with you would be more fun than a movie night with him?” His eyebrow lifted higher, and she rolled her eyes. “You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you? Here I was, thinking we were making progress – thinking you actually did want to be friends – and you’re just gonna keep being a butthead.”

His lips quirked with a smile.

“…you can call me an asshole, you know,” he said, stepping out of the way and gesturing for her to come inside. “Most of my friends do.”

“Well, that shows what they know,” she sniffed, walking past him. She paused by his side, peeking up at him with those blue, blue eyes of hers twinkling up at him with a knowing little look. “I don’t think you’re an asshole, Luka. I think…you’re a grumpy puppy. I think the world hasn’t been very kind to you, and I think it’s made you hard. I don’t think you were meant to be hard, though.” She winked at him. “Softie.”

“Marinette…” he started, but the words caught in his throat and he looked away. She didn’t know him. She was…she was wrong. He wasn’t soft. Not…not anymore, though he supposed that was kind of her point. He shoved a hand through his hair, scratching to dispel some of the anxious energy running through him. “So. Movie night. What did you bring?”

“I hope you like horror,” she said, turning and walking over to the couch. Her eyes widened when she saw the guitar. “You play?”

“God, I hate horror,” he laughed, closing the door and following her. He shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned at her. “You don’t get enough gruesome shit at work?”

“Luka,” she said, nudging his arm and gesturing to the guitar. He paused when he remembered he’d been attempting to play when she’d knocked. “I didn’t know you played.”

“…I…” he tried, but the don’t got stuck in his throat, too. He didn’t, not really. Not anymore. But music had always been so deeply ingrained from the moment he’d held his first guitar. It was in his blood. Was it really fair to say he didn’t when lately it had been more a case of wouldn’t? “…stopped. For a while. I’ve been trying to get back into it, though.”

“Would you play me something?” she asked, turning to him. “Not now, if you don’t want to. But…sometime? I’d love to hear you play.”

“…maybe,” he said, moving around her to pick up the guitar. He hesitated a moment once he was holding it, then he shook his head and went to put it back in his room, where it would be out of sight and (hopefully) out of mind. “We’ll see. I’m…pretty rusty.”

“I feel like I should have realized,” Marinette called from the living room. He paused, his hand still on the guitar. “I’m pretty sure Juleka had said something about you being in a band. Of course you’d play, if you were in a band. It’s just you never talk about it, and I’ve never seen you play, or…well, I guess I’ve never really been over before, have I? Fred gave me your address – I hope that was ok. I just thought…I mean, you came to visit me, so I was hoping you wouldn’t mind me visiting you, but…eep!”

He had gone back out to the living room, where she was emptying her bag on the coffee table. She stood and turned, squeaking when she found him directly behind her. She laid a hand over her heart, giggling nervously.

“You scared me,” she said, grinning up at him. His hands had come up to her shoulders when she’d turned, holding on to steady her.

…he hadn’t moved them. He should probably move them.

“Sorry,” he said, his lips twitching with a smile. He still wasn’t moving his hands. “It’s all right, Marinette. I don’t mind. I…would like the company.”

She lifted an eyebrow at him, her grin growing, and he chuckled as he shook his head.

“I would like your company,” he conceded. He squeezed her shoulders and finally let go, looking around her to see what movies she had set out on the table. His nose scrunched when he saw she actually had brought nothing but horror movies. “Though maybe we could see what’s streaming? I’m really not a horror fan.”

“I’m usually not, either,” she confessed. His eyebrows lifted, surprised, and she shrugged. “But I figured…I don’t know. Things feel different now, you know? Since…I thought maybe I could handle them now.”

“It didn’t change for me,” he said. He picked up the first movie in her pile. He didn’t recognize it, but the back said it was about…a ghost? Skeleton? Skeleghost? He supposed that was a thing? It sounded dumb to him, honestly. Like Sharknados. “But I’m game.”

…thirty minutes and five bad jump scares later, they were both huddled under Marinette’s blanket, their heads bent together as they tried to avoid watching the screen. Theoretically, they could just turn the damn movie off, but the remote was on the far side of the coffee table and neither felt brave enough to leave the safety of the blanket.

Or…well. At some point, Marinette had practically crawled into his lap, an arm and leg thrown around him while she pressed her face against his chest. Luka could easily reach for the remote and turn the movie off, but that would mean moving Marinette.

…and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to move her. Not yet.

She burrowed closer as someone on the screen screamed, and he glanced up in time to see the Skeleghost bludgeon someone with its femur. He ducked his face back against her shoulder and pulled the blanket over their heads. Her fingers twisted in his shirt, and her nose pressed into his clavicle.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, wincing when another scream filled his flat. “Next time, puppies. Oh my God, why didn’t I pick puppies?”

…he liked the sound of that. There being a next time. And puppies, but…yeah. He was game for a next time.

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