#eddie dragonfly

[www-pinkhearse]

[thekenobee]

Look at himmmmmmm

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

When are we going to talk about Robin in the context of Eddie and Christopher Diaz. What about that.

[tooningin]

I get what Eddie was going through and Bojack shouldn’t have pretended to fall off the ladder, but Eddie lifting Bojack near a turbine and attempting to kill him was… 😬

Bojack Horseman, 2017, dir. Anne Walker Farrell

SE04E02 The Old Sugarman Place

[jackwhiteprophetic]

we open s9 with a montage of Buck moving into new places and them just being completely destroyed in increasingly strange ways. I'm talking another meteor in LA directly destroying his weird new couch, his house is taken over by dragonflies, classic arsonist targeting the 118 again idk, so Buck starts keeping all his stuff at Eddie's again. I mean at first he is scared to bring the "curse" to Eddie's house but for some reason it's like the universe wants him there? idk

[madaboutmunson]

A Pearl's Thread

Fic for @stmonstercalendar #StrangerThingsMermayBingo2025

Using Prompts: Fashion/clothing, High Fantasy AU, Childhood Friends, First Kiss, Pearls Hurt/comfort, Happy Ending Guarantee W/C = 27.7K Summary:

Two friends coming of age navigate their respective worlds as traditions, loyalties, and hidden truths begin to surface. Guided by the expectations of others, courage and the pull of something more, they must find a way to rediscover what was lost. A tale of magic, longing, and choices that change everything.

TW: Blood (minor), Body Injury (graze), Mention of loss of parent

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1: This Wall Between Us

In a coastal kingdom, far, far away, two friends were enjoying a simple summer.

“What could you possibly be doing that’s better than a celebration?” Steve asked, dropping into the lush summer grass with a sigh. His belt pouch and small knife thudded dully beneath him, louder than the soft thump of his slender frame against the folded green tunic that lay on the ground. The day's heat allowed him to be comfortable in only a shirt, tights, and those long, curled shoes his mysterious friend always found amusing.

Eddie, barefoot as ever, lounged against the hillside twirling a wildflower between his fingers, the same ones they'd been weaving into crowns all afternoon.

“I told you,” Eddie murmured, laying the flower gently between them. “I’ve responsibilities.”

Steve scoffed softly, nudging a clump of clover with his shoe’s curled toe.

“Could you not ask to stay just a bit longer? My parents care not so long as I don’t return with bruises or stories I oughtn’t be telling.” He grinned. “Well…stories they find out about, anyway.”

Eddie smiled, though it was more regret than amusement. “I can’t, Steve. I’ve things to protect.”

“Protect what?” Steve huffed, flopping backwards into the grass with a frustrated groan. “You always say that, but you never say anything. You talk in such riddles!”

Eddie tilted his head toward him, the breeze catching in his tunic.

Steve rolled onto his side, grass tangled in his hair, burrs stuck to his tights from their last expedition.

“You said you had an idea for a great sea monster to add to our map,” he prompted, hopeful.

“We don’t have time today,” Eddie replied gently. “Our map has to be perfect for any future adventurers to follow. We should not want to rush it.”

Steve sat up sharply, brushing the burrs from his tights with more force than needed. He looked at Eddie like the words didn’t make any sense. Like they were written in some other language.

“So stay. Let us take our time,” he said, not quite whining, but close. He knew it was moot against something long decided, a sad part of their routine.

He picked up a nearby twig and snapped it in half, his fingers restless.

“You know I’d never tell,” Steve muttered, quieter now. “You know that.”

“If I told you,” Eddie said gently, “and someone came after you for it… or you whispered it in a fever, or let it slip without meaning to…it would all be in danger. I could not bear that.”

“Why don’t you trust me?” Steve’s voice cracked a little, not from anger, but because it hurt. “You say you protect them. I’d protect you. I would. Swear it on every star in the sky and-”

Eddie’s sigh interrupted him, and they both knew his answer could not be changed.

Steve propped himself on his elbows, his jaw tight, holding back the rest of what he wanted to say.

He leaned over hand to his heart, “I’d never do that to you. Truly. I’d sooner bite off my own tongue than see you hurt. You are my greatest, truest friend.”

“I know,” Eddie said softly. And he did. That was what made it all so cursedly hard. “And you, mine. If I were to tell anyone, it would be you. But I cannot tell a soul.”

They sat quietly for a while. Steve twisted a blade of grass between his fingers, chewing his cheek. Dragonflies flitted around, drifting through the golden light of the setting sun, their wings casting large web-like shadows across the hillside. The quiet between them hung like spun silk.

“I just don’t like it,” he muttered. “This wall between us.”

Eddie looked down at the dirt between his bare feet. That was what made Steve different. Special. There was very little he cared for more than Eddie… and that was new. To be the centre of someone’s care.

Steve caught the hint of a smile on Eddie’s face and mirrored it without thinking. His friend wasn’t like anyone he’d ever known. Gentle and careful, always seeing the good and wonder in small things. And more than anything, he cared . About whether Steve was cold. Or hungry. Or happy. He cared in a way no one else ever had.

“So… shall we meet again tomorrow?” Eddie asked, feigning lightness, though they both knew the answer, because Steve was dependable like that.

As sure as the tide would go in and out. As sure as the sun rose and set. Dependability wasn’t new to Eddie at all, but he didn't expect it from someone like his springtime friend. Not a boy who had taught him to climb trees, to run through fields until their lungs gave out, exploring with things called maps to find false treasure, playing knights and monsters, basic reading and writing, and tracking animals. 

His heart was as wild as it was sure.

Steve gave him a look that said, ‘Of course,’ but still answered aloud, like it was a truth that needed speaking.

“Aye. Always.”

They were quiet for a beat, watching how the light stretched long and low across the hills. It was time.

Steve stood first, brushing grass from his tunic, only to find dirt stains across the front. His eyes went wide.

“Oh no! Look at this! My father will have a fit.”

Eddie laughed gently, leaning over to inspect it.

“Nothing a little water won’t mend. Besides, it’s green. You’re lucky. Grass won’t shame it too much.”

He gestured to his own tunic, streaked and smudged with days’ worth of dirt and dust.

Steve chuckled, then, without hesitation, wrapped his arms around Eddie. It was the kind of hug neither of them had known before meeting one another, warm and sure.

Steve sighed, “Until tomorrow, Eddie.”

“Until tomorrow, Steve,” Eddie replied, and they parted ways. 

The crowns they’d made lay forgotten, twirling in the wind, as the hillside whispered their parting.

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[the-maid-of-witchwood]

Hatchetfield - Wing AU #2

Species list for the characters in TGWDLM, BF, NT 1 & 2 and WB.

Link to overview and the NPMD list.

TGWDLM:

Paul - blue dragonfly (insect)

Emma - little brown bat (bat)

Bill - American robin (bird)

Charlotte - rosy maple moth (insect)

Ted - four spotted chaser (insect)

Mr. Davidson - spectacled flying fox (bat)

Melissa - secretary bird (bird)

Nora - malachte butterfly (insect)

Zoey - red kite (bird)

Sam - scarab beetle (insect)

Alice - blushing phantom butterfly (insect)

Deb - eastern red bat (bat)

Hidgens - apollo butterfly (insect)

Doug - golden tiger moth (insect)

Other cop - flightless

Harmony (Greenpeace girl) - spiny flower mantis (insect)

Barry (man in a hurry) - halloween pennant dragonfly (insect)

Homeless Man - flightless, had his wings removed

General McNamara - golden eagle (bird)

Colonel Schaffer - red admiral butterfly (insect)

Nurse - flightless

BF:

Tom - giant golden crowned flying fix (bat)

Tim - California leaf nosed bat (bat)

Lex - flightless, had their wings removed

Hannah - lunar moth (insect)

Ethan - jacana (bird)

Becky - boreal owl (bird)

Linda - tarantula hawk wasp (insect)

Frank - golden pheasant (bird)

Sherman - eastern amberwing (insect), but has never been allowed to fly because of his mom

James’ shopper - flightless

Shopper #4 (Curt) - common eastern bumblebee (insect)

Gary - white bellbird (bird)

Cineplex Teen - Colorado potato beetle (insect)

Mall cop - giant resin bee (insect)

President Howard Goodman - American three-toned woodpecker (bird)

Vice President Bob Morris - osprey (bird)

Secretary of State - brahminy kite (bird)

Wallace McNeil (Secretary of Defence) - twelve spotted skimmer (insect)

Xander - dwarf epauletted fruit bat (bat)

Wilbur/Uncle Wiley - flightless/resplendent quetzal (fake bird wings)

Ed - Honduran white bat (bat)

NT 1:

Lucy - Victoria crowned pigeon (bird)

Rupert - mourning cloak butterfly (insect)

Jon - white tailed eagle (bird)

Watcher World Barker - purple emperor butterfly (insect)

Watcher World Ticket Taker - violet backed starling (bird)

Watcher World Usher - purple honeycreeper (bird)

Angela/Snigglette - spring azure (insect), but loses her wings to Papa Sniggle's mallet

Madame Iris - glossy ibis (bird)

Sylvia - barnacle goose (bird)

Jenny - Indian flying fox (bat)

Andrew - yellowjacket wasp (insect)

Jane - horseshoe bat (bat)

Duke - Duke of Burgundy butterfly (insect)

Pamela - flightless

Miss Holloway - Madagascan sunset moth (insect)

Willabella - Egyptian fruit bat (bat)

Tony - flightless

NT 2:

Gerald - peacock pheasant (bird)

Trent - silver haired bat (bat)

Seaton - western yellow bat (bat)

Jordan - western red bat (bat)

River - mountain clouded yellow butterfly (insect)

Roman - vampire bat (bat)

Hailey - Southern festoon butterfly (insect)

Zach - scarlet macaw (bird)

Mima - plumed whistling-duck (bird)

Liz - European robin (bird)

Liz's husband - evening grosbeak (bird)

Clerk - rainbow lorikeet (bird)

Choreographer Trevor - ghost bat (bat)

Malone - leaf beetle (insect)

Linda's Pianist Matt Dahan - European goldfinch (bird)

Ziggs - bella moth (insect)

Bob - griffon vulture (bird)

Lars - cuckoo wasp (insect)

Carl - widow skimmer (insect)

Louie - io moth (insect)

Gabe - flightless

Boy Jerry - black wasp (insect)

Girl Jeri - jewel beetle (insect)

Lil' Jerry - stag beetle (insect), however, is too big to fly - he can hover

Mary - flightless

Noah - flightless

Sheila - monarch butterfly (insect)

Marco - flightless

Rose - violet carpenter bee (insect)

Thrash - great hornbill (bird)

Skud - southern little yellow-eared bat (bat)

Kale - raven (bird)

Courtney - peacock butterfly (insect)

Beth (Rose's mother) - orchid mantis (insect)

Russ (Rose's father) - black capped chickadee (bird)

Brad - flightless

Eddie - atlas moth (insect)

Bruno - blackberry lopper moth (insect)

Charles - bearded vulture (bird)

Otho - flightless

Sophia - masked bowerbird (bird)

Daniel - six spot burnet moth (insect)

Woman - crested honey buzzard (bird)

Hey, Melissa:

Freddie - common emerald moth (insect)

Mina - brown long-eared bat (bat)

Aubrey - flightless

Krissy - varied bunting (bird)

WB:

Cassie - purple martin (bird)

Amber (my name for Kim's actress) - greater mouse-eater bat (bat)

Paige (my name for Virginia's actress) - kitti's hog-nosed bat (bat)

Stage Director Paul Gabriel - ruby tiger moth (insect)

Greg - flightless

Steve - flightless

Stu - flightless

Leighton - flightless

Mark - flightless

Again, any questions are more than welcome!

[infinite-orangepeel]

“get too close to your muse & you, the artist, will lose all ability to decipher one shade from the next on your palette. keep your distance…”

fall quarter begins at the curly roots of eddie munson’s ineffable head, runs its’ labyrinthian course through passageways of blue veins & black ink, & ends at a set of hairy crimson painted toes.

steve finds himself squandering every waking moment of his lifeblood & attention somewhere, egregiously, in the middle.

“say you’re drawing a bed of flowers,” his professor lectured a few weeks back, “what happens if you put your nose in the middle of those flowers & try to recreate the details on your canvas? you come up with color and shape, sure, but it’s blurry—isn’t it? it’s a big blobby blur of nothing. that’s not very good life drawing, i’m afraid.”

flash forward to the present—

the bed is firm but comfortable. reminding you of its’ presence.

it doesn’t encourage daydreaming &, yet, steve is ignoring the better advice of his mentor & pressing his curious nose directly into the bud of an all too striking flower.

he knows the intimate contact could kill the rose, is aware of the thorns lining the stem, but he can’t stay away.

he’s struck by fear and temptation and self-loathing and a beauty that stings like a slap across the face.

eddie’s his roommate, his friend, his muse for the most important project of steve’s career as an art student.

& getting too close is lethal, so he creates a sort of optical illusion.

designs an environment in which he can pretend they are star-crossed lovers in a broken world that won’t let them be together. in which touch is a small death each and every time.

steve flits to eddie like a dragonfly to water—

never touching.

never spending too much time in his orbit before making up an excuse to leave & jerk off to the smell of old cigarettes in the bathroom.

everything he really wants to say sits in the back of his throat like a painful, malignant lump & gets spat out onto his sketchbook in a tragically romantic exorcism.

doing the dishes next to him is enough to drive him insane.

drawing him, butt-naked, is another story.

“is it supposed to be so….erotic?”

eddie arches an eyebrow as steve traces the outline of his cock into his sketchbook.

“it’s not that erotic,” steve says, blushing into his charcoals, “besides no one will know it’s you. it’s art.”

art is supposed to be weird & naked. now, hold still, & let me draw you.”

it’s definitely erotic.

there are roses—de-thorned, for safety—shrouding eddie’s dick & leaving a trail of pink petals across his pale thighs.

eddie’s hand is draped over his head; exuding a certain brattiness, lust, boredom—

as if he’s lying there because he wants someone, like steve, to stumble upon him & use his body the way it so clearly needs to be.

his lips are parted on the precipice of whispering some filthy secret into steve’s ear while milking him like a simple farm girl with nothing better to do.

fuck.

he can’t be this close to eddie without losing his mind.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

it’s just a body. just limbs and a huge cock and—

eddie’s quiet for a little while which is rare for him, before he pipes up again.

“what if we painted the flowers together?”

steve wipes the sweat from his brow, drops his pencil, and looks up at eddie across the mattress. working overtime to avoid staring at the erection sticking out amongst the bouquet of roses.

“the piece isn’t supposed to be very colorful. i’m going for muted tones. that’s why i picked the pale pinks and whites.”

eddie giggles a little and, it’s so cute, steve has to pinch his own thigh through his shorts just to maintain composure.

“i don’t think you’re understanding—the colors wouldn’t change much. except for some more white, if you catch my drift,” eddie pumps his hand over his cock several times and mimes cumming stop the petals, “might look cool. might get you extra points with that asshole professor of yours. you’ve said he likes ‘shock value.’”

“i—i guess you’re right. that’s a pretty….different and unique….um….idea. yeah.”

it’s like this that steve strips naked and clambers as close to eddie as he can possibly get without laying a finger on him. adhering to the rules—keeping a particular distance between artist & muse.

they lay side by side. sunlight streaming in through the blinds & bathing eddie’s spindly fingers in gold as he touches himself.

“harrington, don’t act like you haven’t been dreaming about this since day one,” eddie snarks, “i’ve seen the way you look at me, sweetheart. your eyes are gonna burn holes in my ass if you’re not careful. touch that pretty cock of yours, lemme see you.”

before steve can do anything about it or change his mind, he’s got a fist wrapped around his own cock and the other hand pinching his nipples. left and right, back and forth, dragging his nails through the hair sprouting around them.

“didn’t think you thought about me like that,” steve whines, watching as eddie edges himself methodically—

moving faster, slower, squeezing at the base, thumbing over the slit, cupping his balls, slapping the insides of his own thighs until they match the pink petals.

“i like a little pain,” he comments when he catches steve’s wide eyes, “and i’ve always was hallucinating the first time i walked into this room and saw you on the bed—thought i was going into the light and seeing an angel.”

“you’re so full of it.”

“i’d like to be full of you,” eddie breathes against steve’s neck, not allowing his lips to pass the barrier, “but i don’t know if you can handle me, big boy. you’re blushing like a nervous little schoolgirl.”

“am not—”

“are too, &, you’re about to cum just listening to my voice. it’s so crystal clear. look at you—fucking yourself so stupid.”

eddie looks so beautiful.

laying there like a forsaken god locked out of heaven.

steve’s been so good about keeping his hands to himself, about keeping his nose out of the flowers, but desire and temptation are stronger than any amount of remaining willpower he has.

he grabs eddie’s shoulder with his freehand & kisses him until they’re both seeing stars.

celestial explosions of pleasure & truth & this thing that’s been growing violently between them since the moment they first met.

“i’m cumming. i’m gonna—fuck steve, it’s gonna be on the flowers—i hope that’s okay—”

they cum in tandem over petals of pink and white and thornless stems.

steve gets an A+.

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[robins-egg-bindery]

The Words Hung Above by eriaX

“I’m thinking of leaving.” Steve almost chokes on his cigarette, hastily moving it from his lips and looking to Eddie where he stands beside him. He looks relaxed, despite the words that just left his mouth. A thin trail of smoke travels up towards the sky from his own cigarette that’s pinched between his fingers. Watching the smoke slowly fade into nothingness feels oddly foreboding. Like this small, almost-friendship he has managed to build is going to fade away, too. He decides to hold on to it, if he can. --------- Or, After Vecna is defeated and life returns to normal, Steve finally has a chance to become actual friends with Eddie Munson. But any potential for friendship seems lost when Eddie decides to move to Nashville to pursue music after graduating. It’s Steve’s idea to become pen pals. Over summer and into fall and winter, Steve battles insecurities around himself, as well as his own future and his parents’ expectations. As his friendship with Eddie deepens into something greater, Steve finds that there’s more to himself than he expected, and more to his friendship with Eddie than he ever imagined.

fic by eriaX

500 pages / 118,368 words

Title Font: Breathing, Crimson Pro

Body Fonts: Californian FB, The Signature, Indie Flower

Bound for the Steddie Big Bang 2023!

More info (and spoilers for the fic, beware!) below the cut!

What a project! This was an endeavor with the author for the Steddie Big Bang, and it was so fun to design the vibe of this with them! Thank you for sharing your story and this journey with me <3

I love the letters that populate the story; if you skipped the content of them above, I highly recommend experiencing them in the context of the fic. I wanted to do something tactile to emulate them without interfering with the storytelling element; something that could stay archival in the future while also adding a dimension to the text. We selected the handwriting fonts together, and I fought the battle with my cricut to get it to write it properly. I had to go over carefully by hand to make the ink fill in well, but the result is perfect!

I also selected different inks as the months pass, even varying colors within Eddie's letters; I like the idea that maybe he was trying to make the letter perfect, doodling in the corners for Steve.

Music is another big device in this book, something that connects Steve and Eddie across the space between them, so musical notes and rests populate the header. Steve is Eddie's breath of fresh air amidst all the noise <3

I tried to keep the handwritten style across all the elements, including the title pages. We selected Dragonfly duo for the cover cloth, with gold accents; the deep blue color was reminiscent of the song that inspired the fic, and the gold felt fitting; the relationship that develops between Steve and Eddie being the sunlight leaking through the fear and uncertainty they face.

If you haven't checked it out yet, go read the fic!!!

[toxiccoworkeryaoi]

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

When they get to the lake an hour later, Eddie is the first to come spilling out of Steve's car.

He walks several paces away from it, tuning out the post-drive chatter of his friends, his arms stretching above his head as he walks closer to the lake, stopping a few feet away from its shore.

Eddie inhales deeply, enjoying the fresh air and admiring the sunrays twinkling on the water. He can feel them on his bare arms too.

So.

Maybe the world won't end because he said a bit too much about how good he thinks Steve Harrington is.

Steve came out to them last year, on a sunny afternoon when they'd all been lazing around, reading magazines on Steve's living room after spending all day in his pool. Nancy and Eddie were arguing about how hot some actor was.

Eddie can't remember who it was now, but what he does remember is Steve casually saying "I can settle this argument, lemme see", and crawling on all fours to where Eddie and Nancy were laying practically on top of each other.

They must have worn the same perplexed expression when Steve declared "He's hot", because he then took a look at both of them and shrugged, said "I like both. I like whoever" and that had been that.

So Eddie knows Steve would not make a big deal over him basically saying he finds Steve attractive, but he's still worried, because their sexualities don't automatically mean Steve will like him like that and Eddie would never assume that, but now Steve might think he did.

He looked uncomfortable in the car and it's the only explanation Eddie can come up with.

And Steve's never been particularly receptive of Eddie's gestures, Eddie tried flirting a few weeks after Steve came out and Steve froze, whenever Eddie pays him a compliment Steve gets a little weird like he did in the car, Eddie's tried asking him to do stuff together like go on a hike, or Eddie teaching Steve to play guitar or he's even asked him to dance but Steve almost always backs down when the activity involves touching Eddie.

And it's fine. Eddie can understand, he's not everyone's type, it's cool. He just wishes he could shake the attraction off, but so far he's had no luck. If anything he only feels more attracted to Steve with every day they spend together.

And Eddie doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

So Eddie needs to be careful not to let it show too much, because then Steve would feel forced to verbally reject him and Eddie just knows that Steve would hate that, not to mention he would be devastated himself.

Steve can't know.

After all Eddie said in the car, he'd been thinking maybe it had been a terrible idea to come along on a week long trip to a remote cabin with Steve. He'd already shown too much of his hand by gushing about him to everyone who would listen, Eddie spent the whole trip kicking himself over it.

But, as a dragonfly circles him, Eddie thinks of his friends, and he decides he can be an adult about this. He'll clear things up and apologize if Steve's still uncomfortable and they'll have a normal week.

This is meant to be fun and he always does have fun with his friends, Steve included. He always has fun with Steve especially, and he won't let his dumb feelings ruin that.

Eddie listens to quick steps coming up behind him and then a small but firm hand slaps his back.

"Are you alright?" asks Nancy, coming to stand next to him.

Eddie scoffs, doesn't turn to look at her.

" 'Course I am," he supplies "why wouldn't I be?"

Nancy gives him a withering look.

She was the first to find out about his crush, already knowing Eddie so well within a couple of weeks of their friendship.

Eddie fondly rolls his eyes, finally looking at her.

"I'm fine." he assures her "It's fine."

He offers her a smile and turns back to the lake.

Nancy gives him a once over before she wraps her arm around his waist.

Eddie sighs into the touch, her warmth comforting even in the mid day heat.

"Don't lose my fucking scrunchie" she threatens.

Eddie chuckles "I promise I won't" he lies, probably.

"Stop making promises you can't keep." Nancy shoots, untangling from Eddie's side "We should get you your own."

"Maybe I could make some!" Eddie suggests, "To replace the ones I've lost,"

"How did we switch from you buying them to this?" Nancy asks, her mouth tilting into an amused smirk.

"Oh come on, this way is more fun!" Eddie protests, almost stomping his foot in his excitement.

"You don't know how to sew" Nancy reminds him.

"Do too!" he protests, thinking of his many customized jackets and jeans. Though, he'd never made something so delicate as Nancy's pretty hair accessories.

"And Buckley said she'd teach me!" Eddie concedes.

That startles a laugh out of Nancy, "Yeah, I'd like to see how that goes" she says.

"Oh, I bet you would" Eddie shoots back winking at her. He gets shoved for it.

"Shut up." Nancy demands, giggling.

As their laughter dies down and Eddie straightens up, Nancy turns to the lake.

"It's so pretty here" she comments, looking out at the forest tree line beyond the water.

"Sure is" Eddie agrees, watching birds fly by.

After a while Nancy slips her hand in his and interlaces their fingers.

"C'mon," she says "we're the designated lunch ladies"

"Oh?" Eddie asks, following as she tugs him along.

"Yup! Steve and Jonathan are unpacking and Rob and Argyle called dish duty"

"Thank god for that," Eddie quips

Nancy laughs "That's exactly what I thought"

part 3

[replicant1955]

Three Seasons

SUMMER (SUN)

In the summer heat you hid your face

As golden fields slipped slowly by

Gliding like swans in the river’s embrace

Bird song crying in the summer sky

Your smile was secret, and your eyes

Gleamed like welcome torches in a winter night

Midst the shining jewels of dragonflies

That danced on the river’s silver light

Beneath the sheltering trees we crept

In secret shadows bending close

To where the quiet otter slept

Midst dreams of fish and winter coasts

That day I loved you more than life

As we trod the river’s winding path

I wanted then to call you wife

But lacked the grace to stand and ask

As water drifting to the sea

We swept from eddy into rain

Passed at last into autumn’s sanctuary

Far from the summer’s love and pain

AUTUMN (MISTS)

Across the mourning lake the mist lies low A ghost of Summer, chained by ripples Of ice edged water, as the wind soft blows From deep within the grey bowl sky. It is the time to say goodbye And this place is perfect for a parting tryst A touch of ice within the heart For when the endless silence starts So smile a little, hold my hand We've nothing left to say - it's all been said Let's wander through the autumn land Where summer's dreams all huddle, dead

WINTER (RAIN)

When winter rain on polished windows falls And deep banked clouds blow sudden squalls I turn my face towards the grey cold sky To feel the winter rain and wonder why I watch swift rivers run on twisted roads With Autumn's dying leaves their sullen load I watch the wind play games with passers by Cherish the touch of winter wind and rain blown skies

And if love is passing, touching soft

On lonely hearts that question why

You need to understand the tumbling clouds

And step within the grey streaked sky

Doug - I apologise. the spacing is off on this and I can't seem to correct it. Tumblr (1): Doug (0)

[hellfire-eddie-m]

Shoot to Thrill

@neighsayer-allie

"Jesus, Eddie, you're acting like the Queen Titania herself is coming to our campaign. Why is she showing up in the middle of it anyway?" Gareth prodded, face held in a skeptical frown. "I'm just saying, if you're trying to give her an introduction to this, maybe have her come when a new one is starting?" Eddie, flitting around the classroom like a dragonfly, offered a delayed response to Gareth's question; distracted by all of his tasks still to come. "Because Gareth, you and I both know Henderson wouldn't agree to that. And I wouldn't blame him." He cut his eyes over to Dustin, writing in a notebook. "He's correct," Dustin answered, pen held in the air for moment to emphasize the point, eyes remaining on what he'd written. Grinning, Eddie reached over to Dustin's head, rustling it a little with a pleased chuckle. He clasped a hand onto Gareth's shoulder, guiding him off to the side. "Can I level with you here? There's no telling how long it's going to take to get through Bloodstone Requiem. We've been at it for three weeks. I shook hands with Allie agreeing to this and I'm going to make good on that arrangement." Gareth grumbled, nodding a bit of understanding. "Perfect. Now take these ruby beads and bloody letters and throw some on the table, okay? Help me out," Eddie asked, a playful pleading energy in his eyes.

Assuming his position, he paused and turned around, makeshift throne behind him. He clapped his hands together before speaking. "Okay guys... wait... I told you to move that desk out of the way, not bring it closer. We can't have anything besides our chairs and table in the board area! Everything else needs to be against the wall. Clear paths! Be on your best behavior. Though we be but men, we will be respectable men in the presence of a lady," he iterated, already beginning to rev up his Dungeon Master persona. He hadn't mentioned to the guys why he wanted the room cleared. But the thought had occupied his mind as soon as he started the set up tonight. No obstacles, and no places for Allie's head to accidentally collide against if she really did end up passing out. Between the cleared space and Eddie's watchful gaze, he would make sure that couldn't happen. He made sure the basket of snacks he brought from home was also close beside him. Just in case.

Lowering himself into his seat, he awaited Allie's arrival; the fact that he was more nervous about tonight's campaign than he had been in a very long time not lost on him.

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Honey @aspecbuddie tagged me for the

Fuck it Friday

And I still have twenty minutes of Friday sooo...

I mean I'm still not at the best time of my life but I'm working on it. Kinda.

‘Eddie. Wait.’ Usually Eddie manages to take a shower and runs home before Buck finishes his stupid phone call to his stupid boyfriend. He built like the whole system of avoiding Buck. But every system has a flaw. Today's flaws are a broken engine and dinner that Buck somehow burnt. And now he leans on the lockers and looks at Eddie with his puppy eyes. Nobody can resist these puppy eyes. Eddie definitely can't even if he really tries. ‘Okay. What do you want, Evan?’, - he emphasizes Buck's name on purpose but Buck apparently doesn't get it. ‘Erm… i… well… Did you teach Ravi military survival knots?’ Eddie chuckles. Really, really Buck? Knots? That's what you want to talk about? ‘Yes. If you need, Ravi can teach you now. He's a very great learner. Anything else? I'm sorry, I'm not sure if you remember but today is Chris's favorite day - we're going to the zoo to feed penguins or hell knows who else. I hope we also will be able to feed me cause, and that's the most polite way I can put it, your dinner was awful’, - not that it was so bad Eddie just can't miss the opportunity to hit him just a bit. Buck exhales. Then exhales louder. ‘Listen…’ ‘I'm listening. You just don't say anything!’, - Eddie looks at his watch in a very expressive way. ‘Can I maybe… I mean, I barely see Chris right now, so…can I maybe go with you?’ Nobody can say no to these puppy eyes. Eddie takes a breath ‘And what's about your boyfriend? Or is he too good for the zoo?’ ‘He can meet us there and…’ Nobody can say no. Eddie, supposedly, is nobody. Or he just happens to be a father of a perfect child he needs to protect. And maybe, just maybe. He also needs to protect himself. ‘No. Sorry Buck. It's kinda a family thing…’, - Buck stares at Eddie without blinking: ‘But we used to do this together’ And Eddie just sadly smiles: ‘Well… we did. Sorry, I don't want to be late.’ - he takes his bag and goes away. Funny enough, he said ‘sorry’ at least three times. Buck didn't say it once!

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thank ya darlins! <3 feeling generous and also in need of validation so im gonna share a snippet from two wips, one is the buddie calls fic and the other is my andrew x sam fic hehe

5+1 calls fic

The unspoken words choke him, wrapping around his throat like sentient, vile vines and strangling him, preventing any air from escaping, latching themselves around things he can’t bear to say. He wheezes, sounding so pathetic even to his own ears and despite how it fills him with crippling shame, Eddie is grateful that he is out here, that Buck can’t hear him like this.

“It’s not enough,” he bites out, teeth grinding against the pitiful pull of despair flooding his mouth. “I’m here, I’m right outside, but I can’t do it. I can’t go in. I can’t look at you. I can’t give you these words. Instead I’m throwing them into a fucking phone because I’m a coward who can only be honest with you when I can’t see you. And it’s not fair, but–fuck, when has anything in our lives been fair?”

summer sons fic

“That an order?” Sam asks with a twitch of his lips, clearly biting back on the wisps of wickedness that are wound around his body and through his dark, aged honey eyes.

A savage curl of satisfaction blooms within Andrew, utterly foreign but becoming more familiar, its touch more known and real than the insistent tug of the afterlife.

“Do you want it to be?” The question falls out of Andrew’s mouth without his permission, carried out into the world along a rushed breath that is far too hot to stay inside his body. The rasping cut of his voice is full of lilting temptation that is begging for them to sink their teeth into.

Andrew’s very gums ache as they stand suspended, the both of them now right outside of the bathroom door, caught like dragonflies in amber, preserved as they dance and circle one another.

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first lines game

got tagged by @sonofa-dreamer <3

(i don’t really have anyone to tag, seeing as everyone i would have tagged already did this. so if you’d like to join, you are hereby tagged.)

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.

(this’ll be a wild mix….)

Wanderhome - The Firelight

Our story begins in a glen near Swampwood.

It is nearly dawn, and the Binturong is careful not to step on any of the animals still asleep. Little Firefly Green is keeping close as dragonflies soar about, having just woken.

Between Dog and Wolf

Adam is late. He knows he is because Gansey called Boyd’s nearly twenty minutes ago. And a minute before that the phone had been silenced for the night so it was pure luck that Adam had decided to check Boyd’s office before closing up. He’s also late because he hit a pothole on his way to Gansey, scraping his hands and knees from the fall.

Ronan trying (and failing) to take things into his own hand(s)

The highway stretches out in front of them. Blue skies whichever window you decided to look out of and trees blocking the view of the fields. Ronan taps out a steady rhythm onto the dashboard. The radio is busted. Something Ronan hadn’t expected from his trusty BMW but his Murder Squash cassette only spits out tape spaghetti at the moment. He has a slight suspicion that Opal went poking about in the tape player with sticks again. He’ll have to give her a stern talking to when they get back.

For the Love of all that is Holy. Do Not tell me what the colours mean.

It’s not often that Wayne Munson goes to visit his friends in Indianapolis. He is a working man with a nocturnal rhythm and thus doesn’t have a lot of time for other people apart from his nephew. Even when he does have time, Wayne usually prefers sitting out on his porch smoking a cigarette or in front of the television with a beer in his hand.

Five times Jonny finds comfort in Tim…

The first time it happens is back when Tim doesn’t even like him. A gross understatement, really. Tim fucking hates him then.

He got mechanised just three months and twelve days ago (not that Jonny is counting or anything) and spends most of his time in the shooting range, obliterating anything and everything he sets his sight on; including visitors.

Let me touch your scars in a room full of people (haha jk, unless?)

Doc arrives late to the get-together (Grian had called it a party but really, the “parties” that Grian throws are just big get-togethers with alcohol and music playing in the background, usually complete with Mario Kart and Foosball). There’d still been work to do in the lab and Doc isn’t the type to leave work unfinished.

How (not) to get caught

It’s not like you don’t know how you ended up sneaking around in a mansion of high society just because you heard you might find what you are desperately looking for. What you don’t know is when you started going on missions unarmed. You didn’t go on missions before you lived in The Neath and thus the answer is: never before have you gone on a mission unarmed. It wasn’t on purpose, really. You had a knife with you when you left your flat this morning and then lost it somewhere between the bar and the break-in.

[Interlude] Joe Hills: Friend of Cats and Clay

It’s nearly noon when Joe hears the front door unlock and slam closed. It is accompanied by boots thudding against the wall as if thrown and tell-tale muttering which means Cleo is fighting with the coat hangers again.

Building up Courage

Chrissy Cunningham is not a brave girl. She stumbled into popularity by trying out for cheer, being pretty, and having a boyfriend on the basketball team. Being popular had certain rules which Chrissy never ever crossed out of fear of what might lie beyond them. Chrissy Cunningham is not a brave girl, she never has been. Starting today, that may change.

A Freak, a Queer, a Runner.

Eddie Munson is a runner. It’s common knowledge. He might be loud and mouthy but as soon as there is a threat of actual violence, he runs. Billy has been on the other side of Munson’s quick retreats a handful of times now. He never bothers trying to catch up to him. Not like Tommy H or Carver try every now and then. It makes them look stupid. While Munson isn’t particularly fast, he knows how to slip through a mass of people, disappear behind corners, and push abandoned backpacks into other people’s paths.