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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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Dungeon Master, I’m pulling your strings | Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: You show interest in D&D and Hawkins’ Dungeon Master offers to teach you in the privacy of his trailer. At some point during the lessons, D&D is forgotten

Word count: 3k

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk (light),

Request: Eddie fluff where he is teaching reader how to play dnd please

A/N: This fic was long awaited and it took me so long to finish. I really hope you’ll like it!

When Dustin's older sister expressed her interests for her brother's fantasy role-play game, his eyes turned into hearts and his mouth broke into an ear to ear grin.

The next day, Dustin had talked to his club leader about teaching you – and he accepted.

''Thank you for accepting to teach me,'' you said as you stepped into Eddie Munson's trailer.

You had met him a couple of times through Dustin, but you didn't know much about him besides that he was quite eccentric and dramatic. Oh, and people called him 'the freak' which you thought was offensive and derogatory. Just because someone is different it doesn't make them freaks.

''When I heard Henderson's sister was interested in playing, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to have her in my club. If you're anything like your brother, the campaigns will take an interesting turn.''

''Club? As in Hellfire?'' Eddie hummed. ''Does that mean I get a cool tee shirt?'' You tried to hide your enthusiasm by biting your lip.

''All members get a tee shirt. But we'll get to that later. If you want to be part of the next campaign, we better get to work.''

''Isn't the next campaign in like...five days?''

You recalled your brother talking about this campaign during breakfast and how it was going to be epic with a capital 'e'.

He hummed again. ''Now, please follow the Dungeon Master.''

You followed the tall brunet to his bedroom where everything was already laid out on the bed. He motioned for you to sit, ready to teach you the basic grasp of the game.

It was very kind of Eddie to take time to sit down with you to guide you through every aspect of the game. Dustin's impatient little ass would've never.

''I'm not gonna ask you to read the rule-books and shit, so I'll walk you through the basic game loop. The Dungeon Master describes the situation, the players say what their characters try to do, and the Dungeon Master describes the outcome. Easy, right?''

''Just that? I thought there were a bunch of rules? Dustin said-''

Eddie tilted his head left and right. ''Yeah yeah, but you don't really need to know all the game rules. You'll learn everything as you play. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you with hundreds of rules with terms you don't even know. Your mind will short-circuit.'' A low chuckle left his throat.

When Dustin told you about the many rules, you got a little scared. Having to learn and understand everything sounded stressful to you and it's one of the reasons you had been hesitant to learn the game.

''Should we get to character creation? Without a character, there is no playing.''

You nodded. ''Sure.''

For the next hour, you and Eddie worked on your character. Well, he basically created it for you. All you had to do was roll the dices. He explained a few combat mechanics - what your character can and can't do on its turn – like moving, attacking and the one combat-related class feature your character has at level 1. There were more advanced actions, but these could wait for another time.

At some point, it began getting stuffy in Eddie's room so you removed your sweatshirt, peeling it over your head. During your movement, your cami had ridden up, exposing a part of your stomach. Being a guy, Eddie's eyes darted there instinctively, noticing at the same time the absence of a bra underneath your cami. The fabric was dark, but you could see the imprint of your nipples.

''What does that mean?'' you asked, pointing at the abilities and the numbers he had written on your character chart.

But Eddie's attention – as well as his thoughts – was elsewhere. He was respectively looking. Admiring. He wished he could touch, graze his thumb over the peaked bud before wrapping his lips around it and-

''Eddie?''

The Dungeon Master snapped out of his staring, shaking his head. ''Sorry. My mind went a little wild for a minute.'' He laughed nervously, flicking his eyes up and away from your chest. ''What were you saying, sweetheart?''

''I'm not sure I understand that part of the chart,'' you repeated, pointing to the sheet.

Eddie took a look at the sheet, then went over your abilities as a sorceress.

After a few minutes, your brain was feeling tired from all the new information so you and Eddie decided on taking a break.

''Do you want something to drink? I got beer and...orange juice, but I don't know if the orange juice is good to drink.'' Eddie grimaced, not remembering for how long it's been in the fridge for.

You didn't take a chance and told him to get you a beer. Eddie nodded, telling you he'll be right back as he jogged to his kitchen.

While he was gone, you took a moment to look at your surroundings. Eddie's bedroom was an utter clutter. There were clothes everywhere on the floor and spilling from the closet and drawers, tons of posters on his walls of bands and drawings you assumed he had done. You didn't recognize any of the characters or monsters he had drawn, but you were pleasantly surprised by his sense of details.

On the window edge at your right was a series of figurines that seemed to be hand-painted. You picked one up, careful to not break it. It had big blue wings and a long spear, looking ready to battle.

''Did you paint these?'' you asked when Eddie returned.

Eddie could only nod, the sight of you sitting in the middle of his bed, examining with fascination one of his hand-painted figurines making his stomach ache in all the good ways.

He handed you your beer, already opened, and sat down. ''They're miniatures to play D&D. The one you're holding is for a future campaign.''

''That's so cool.'' You put the figurine back on the edge of the window and took a sip of your beer. ''I like the drawing on your walls too. I didn't know you were an artist.''

''I'm a man of multiple talents.'' Eddie laughed around the opening of his beer. ''Do you have any talents? I heard from a little shitbird that you took ballet lessons as a kid.'' He smirked, imagining you in a tutu and tights.

Dustin. You wanted to strangle your brother. He was the only one who knew about the ballet lessons, the only one who could've told Eddie.

''I don't dance anymore. I was forced to put my pointe shoes on a hook six years ago when I fell during a performance and split my chin.'' You lifted your chin in Eddie's direction, the scar still visible after all these years.

Eddie nodded. ''Impressive. But, you can't beat me in the scar department. I got fifteen stitches when I fell from the trailer's rooftop as a kid. They had to stick a needle in my knee and the whole thing made a huge dent in my uncle's wallet.''

You gasped in horror. A needle in the knee sounded painful. ''Oh my god! What were you doing up there?''

He shrugged. ''Reading? Self-loathing?''

A smile twisted on his lips and you kicked his leg, making him chuckle.

Now you're starting to get why Dustin loves Eddie so much. It's not only about D&D, it's his personality and the way he just makes you comfortable. He's funny without trying and strangely endearing.

And, he's quite handsome too.

You took a few sips of your beer as you kept talking about everything and anything, catching Eddie stealing glances at you every time you would laugh or smile.

''You know, you aren't as sleek and subtle as you think.''

Eddie frowned, then waited for you to pursue.

''I see you looking at me. And, I saw you staring at my tits earlier.''

Eddie played coy, cocking an eyebrow. ''Was I?'' He chuckled, then lowered his eyes, plunging his gaze down to your chest. ''Very nice tits you got there, by the way.''

You put your half empty beer on the nightstand, feeling like making a move. ''I know,'' you said, then reached the bottom of your cami and pulled it off, taking Eddie by surprise.

He sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling hot all over. ''Jesus Christ.''

A part of Eddie was telling him he shouldn't be looking at his friend's sister that way. Dustin would be livid to know teaching his sister D&D turned into wherever this was leading to. But, on another hand, you weren't Dustin's property – and Eddie hadn't forced you to do anything. You had taken off your clothes on your own will. Eddie was just looking.

Damn right he was looking. If you looked closely at him, you could see drool at the corner of his mouth.

''May I..?'' he asked, polite despite the turn of the situation.

You nodded.

Eddie scooted forward on the bed, then cupped your breasts, igniting pleasure inside of you. He swept his thumbs over your nipples, and groaned softly. ''Perfect handful.'' He squeezed both breasts, his thumbs dancing along the underside of each one. ''And these nipples. Fuck, sweetheart.''

You smiled at his compliment. ''You like my nipples, Munson?'' you asked with a half chuckle.

In response, Eddie dipped his head, and you sucked a breath when he flicked his tongue over your right nipple. ''I could suck on these sweet little nipples all night long.''

''What about D&D? You said you wanted me to play in the next campaign-'' You didn't finish your sentence, gasping as Eddie closed his lips around the hard bud and drew it into his hot, wet mouth. "Oh fuck."

Your hand went to Eddie's hair, fingers snaking through his mess of curls as he kept sucking on your breasts like a baby hungry for milk.

"Feels good?" His breath tickled your breasts as he kissed his way to your other nipple. "Is it making you wet?"

You mumbled something unintelligible, no longer remembering how to create words with your mouth as he was licking playful circles around your nipple. God, you hadn't gotten to the sex part yet and you were already fucked-dumb...

Releasing your nipple from his mouth, Eddie began trailing his kissed up your collarbones and neck, then your jaw and finally capturing your lips with his. He tasted the beer he had been sipping on – and you probably did too.

You rose on your knees, gaining some height but not enough to tower over him. Hendersons weren't blessed in the height department. You snaked your arms around Eddie's neck and shoulders and felt his hands go to the back of your thighs, pulling you closer as he slid his tongue past your lips.

There was no urgency in the kiss despite your tongues mingling. Only languid sweetness as your hands roamed each other's bodies, exploring and discovering.

You pulled back after a moment, needing to catch your breath. A smile twisted on your lips, taking in what you and Eddie were doing. This was out of character for you; kissing and baring yourself – literally – to someone you barely know.

''You okay?'' Eddie asked, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

Your smile broadened and you nodded. You had never felt better.

Then, you were kissing again.

The kisses were searing this time, Eddie's tongue thrusting into your mouth in a deep, punishing stroke. You heard yourself moan, but Eddie swallowed the desperate sound with another greedy kiss, his warm hands clamping on your hips as he lowered you on the mattress. He wanted to kiss you longer, but he had other plans.

You let out a little whine as his mouth left yours.

''Pull your pants down and lay back, sweetheart,'' Eddie whispered in your ear, his velvety voice tickling your eardrum.

Your core clenched at his words.

You did as told, pushing down your jeans and revealing a simple black thong. If your mother ever saw those, she'd throw them in the fireplace and get you a jumbo pack of granny-panties that would last your whole life.

Eddie marveled at the sight, taking it in for a few seconds. He stuck his tongue out, catching the wet patch on your underwear. ''Look at that, you're already wet for me.''

If you hadn't been so horny, you would have blushed, but right now all you could think about was Eddie's fingers. They were so long, and dexterous according to the guitar on his wall, they must feel really good.

''Tell me what you want me to do.'' Eddie looked up at you, trailing his finger over your stomach and awakening goosebumps in his wake. ''Do you want my fingers?'' He ran his finger-tips down your slit over your underwear, his teasing touch tickling and making your breath hitch. ''Tell me you want my fingers inside of you.''

An involuntary moan spilled from your lips. ''Yes. Fingers- Want your fingers.''

''I'll just take these off,'' Eddie said as he hooked his fingers under the waistband and removed your underwear. ''And then we can play.'' He threw them aside, the delicate landing on the planchette and knocking over some pieces.

If you hadn't been so turned on, you would've laughed. There's slim chances Eddie had done on purpose, so how fitting was it that your panties had landed on the D&D planchette?

The wet sound of Eddie's fingers sliding in and out of you filled the room, the calloused palm scraping your pussy on its descent, combined with your little mewls. His fingers felt so much better than your own – colder too, because of his rings touching your hot skin. You pushed yourself on his fingers in response, trying to get him to go deeper, but Eddie was a little shit and not giving you what you wanted.

''You like that?''

You didn't have time to say anything, a strangled sound spilling from you as he unexpectedly sucked on your clit, your hips rising from the bed. Eddie laughed, sending vibration to your core. He pulled out his fingers and licked them. ''So wet for me, aren't you, my little sorceress?''

Before tonight, you would've never thought nerdy dirty talk would turn you on, but here you were, whining and pushing yourself toward Eddie's mouth as he called you by your D&D character's class, desperate for another touch of his tongue.

''Eddie, please. I- I need your mouth.''

He answered to your demand and did a first swipe of his tongue between your folds' entrance, sucking some of your moisture and teasing. ''Is that what you want, sweetheart?''

You mumbled some appreciative sounds and he did it again, this time grabbing your thighs firmly to keep you from squirming so much under his tongue. His grip was without a doubt going to leave bruised-colored mementos behind – which you will stupidly smile at when you get home later, thinking back about the crazy turnure of events.

Eddie slipped in deeper between your folds, eliciting a loud moan from you. He continued with the teasing. going deeper and deeper with every swipe of tongue, releasing a variety of slurping sounds in the room as he eagerly and messily sucked.

Lost in your sexual pleasure, you had absentmindedly grabbed at his hair, pulling at the roots of Eddie's messy mane and forcefully keeping his mouth on you. You almost released your grip, but the pleasured groans he made in response told you he didn't mind – in fact, he loved it.

''God, you taste so good,'' Eddie praised, making explicit slurping and humming noises, as if he was tasting the best ice cream ever created. ''It's getting all over my face with how wet you are.''

You made the mistake and glanced down just as Eddie raised his head, giving you a good visual of your wetness glistening from his lips down to his chin. It was pornographic. The type of image you'd get in those adult movies at Family Videos – not that you had ever rented one.

He flashed you a devilish grin, one of the corners curling higher. ''Look at the mess you made on me. It's dripping down my chin,'' he said, beginning to rub his thumb on your swollen clit, watching you roll out a series of needy little cries, desperate for more attention to your clit.

You pushed his head back down, needing him there. Eddie laughed and happily obliged.

''Are you getting close? Good girl is getting close,'' he asked, lapping at your insides while keeping his thumb on your clit, stimulating both zones.

You nodded, feeling the knot in your core getting tighter and tighter as your climax got closer. ''Close. So close,'' you replied, pushing your hips down and using your free hand to clutch at the sheets.

If the air was stuffy and hot earlier, it must've gotten up twenty degrees by now.

''Beg. Beg me to come.''

If it had been with anyone else, you would've been embarrassed –begging was embarrassing –, but Eddie made it sound like a game and you were happy to partake and play along.

''Please, let me come. Please, please.'' You felt your walls clench and toes curling – so close.

''Why should I let you come? Why should I give you this pleasure?''

''Let me come, please,'' you mewled.

''Is that what you want? To come all over me? To come all over your Dungeon Master?''

You bit down your lip, not thrusting yourself to not moan so loud Eddie's trailer neighbors would hear.

''Come for me,'' he whispered against you. ''Come on my tongue.''

Three flicks of tongue later, you clenched your legs around Eddie's head, choking him with your thighs as a loud moan ripped from your throat, coming apart and climaxing. You repeated Eddie's name over and over like a chant, feeling him hum in delight and slurp all of your juices.

Once he was finished, Eddie pressed gentle kisses on your overstimulated pussy, making you hiss in sensitivity.

''Eddie?'' You pushed him off of you. ''I think I'm gonna need another lessons.''

Still between your legs, Eddie threw his head back laughing. ''You really are a naughty little girl, Henderson. I bet no one knows that about you, uh?''

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eddieswh0r · 2 years

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Hello! I saw you just followed me and that your requests are open so I figured I'd ask for something if it's alright! I'll admit, I don't know much about the main plot of Stranger Things (horror media makes me paranoid) but I've somehow managed to hyperfixate on a man from a show I've never even watched lmao - in my defense, I've watched a ton of compilations about him so I know the basics ;-;

Could you please write something about Eddie with an anxious reader who's really into D&D? Maybe she wears a D&D shirt that says like "Carpe DM" and he's already kinda been crushing on her so he invites her over for Hellfire? And then he sees her fun side because she's way more wild when playing D&D and he just falls completely in love. Whether or not you want to make it spicy is up to you!

Thanks so much, and don't feel the need to make it too long if you don't want to! Just some headcanons about this is fine but really it's up to you! Have a wonderful weekend, I wish you the best of luck!

Oh the Carpe DM shirt is just THE cutest thing Eddie has ever seen, that's when he knew she was the one for him!!

Eddie would 100% purposely skip class just so he could stare at you through the window in the door of the class you're in

Eddie would absolutely have a new interest in the school library, not to learn or read but because that's where you went on free periods and after school, he'd sit across from you but a few chairs down with a book upside down because he just wanted to stare

You'd notice him subtly following you around for weeks and it literally made your anxiety through the roof because the look of him terrified you, you took on a panic attack and heard "Hey, you 'Kay? There's nothing to worry about, you're safe, breathe with me" as he had his hands on your shoulders

He took you outside for air and you both sat on the grass, under a tree and ate your lunch together, he explained how much he loved your shirt and told you about hellfire

The next few weeks were nothing short of perfect, after some convincing on Eddies part, you'd meet under the tree every day to eat lunch together, you never smiled this much. Ever

God can you imagine when the day came to ask you to come to Hellfire? How excited he'd be? Literally bouncing around like a fucking golden retriever

You'd naturally be so nervous turning up, wearing another D&D shirt with some pun on it that Eddie found absolutely hilarious

A hellfire shirt already awaiting you, Eddies big brown eyes so full of love and pure happiness as he gave it to you

Picking the skin around your nails, you anxiously waited for the campaign to start, Eddie noticed you looked lost so with a whisper to your ear "I've got you, everything is okay" you pushed your hair behind your ear smiling coyly, blushing at his breath on your face

The campaign started and you didn't interject much because stepping on anyone's toes at this point wouldn't be go down well at your first campaign with them

As the game went on, you spoke a little more, you cheered, huffed and even slipped a curse word much to Eddies joy

God, he couldn't take his eyes off you, watching how you rolled the dice, the loud belly laugh that fell from your lips, waving your arms around

What really got Eddie going, hard, is when you stood your ground wanting to take action and not run away from the villain Eddie had created and "Kill the son of a bitch" as you slammed a fist on the table. His dick literally jumped when your fist connected with the table

Eddie grinned like a Cheshire cat, leaning back into his chair as you all cheered for the win you got, jumping up and down in glee you glanced at Eddie who was just simply admiring you totally head over heels by this point for someone who loved D&D as much as he did.

You very shyly accepted his offer of going to his trailer with the rest of them for a movie, horror didn't really scare you but Poltergeist did

A few jumps and squeals later, Eddies arm found its way around you and you moved yourself into him, burying your face into his shoulder

All the boys left together but Eddie had offered to drive you home, you tried to politely decline but he wouldn't take no for an answer, fuck that boy is stubborn as shit!

Eddie even walked you up to your door like a real gentleman, that's if gentlemen have shaggy hair, a chain on their ripped jeans and a hand full of rings.

He gushed about how he'd had the best time with you and your cheeks instantly turned fucking crimson, looking up through your eye lashes you started to pick your fingers again, something you did out of being anxious and nervous.

Eddie took your hands in his ever so gently and moved a few steps closer "You don't need to be nervous around me, I told you, you're safe. You're always safe with me sweetheart"

Fuck the literal fireworks you felt when his hand brushed your hair behind your ear and he fucking kissed you, Jesus Christ, you melted, you'd never been kissed before, not that Eddie knew. It wasn't something that cropped up in conversation

"Night sweetheart" ughhhh. Eddie fuckin' Munson. I love you.

please this was so rushed bc im so behind with asks 😭

i hope its okay, if not i will re do one for you i swear❤

#eddie x y/n #eddie munson #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie smut #headcanon #thanks for the ask!

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skyyclan · 1 year

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I saw DND and Clangen being mentioned in the same post so HI THERE I'M A CLANGEN MASTER. Lmao, aight, I'll go ahead and explain what my friends and I have been up to because I'm chatty and this is 2AM. First step is to gather up the nonsensical beings in you closet and/or life then tell them that you're playing a funny cat game. (Very necessary.)

I got to thinking about what you could do in order to have a "fun time" in Clangen. Of course, you have tons of challenges available, but those are for solo-players. Then I got to looking at DND. Anyhow, the story ends with me gathering my friends and handing them the precious jewels of life - dices - and we can now get onto the mechanics.

Before You Begin: If you want true chaos, let the gremlins you know be in charge of coming to a consensus of what to name the Clan. Be sure to ban anything you don't want before that happens. Oh, and be aware they will spite you. If these people know DND, they will come for your soul.

First: Every player must designate a cat to play as. It can be any cat outside of an elder. Once we have our cats, the others will be NPCs. I decided to go ahead and give them a bit of lore (like, for example, Sleekfeather was previously a den mom in another Clan, but she lost all of her kits and now cannot stand anything to do with them in her grief). There's a reason for this we'll bring up later.

Second: Stat rolls! Well, more accurately, exp and ability rolls. I decided that the lowest exp a cat (who was an adult) could get was 50 and the highest was 200. We used a random number generator here to determine what number everyone was assigned. (Suggestion: Max it at 150 exp for more challenge.) Then, for the abilities, I decided to go ahead and just set up a random wheel and roll. Although, if you wanna use your shiny dice, you can totally split up the abilities into groups then assign from there. Whatever works.

Third: Everyone makes up a backstory and rename their cats if they so choose. This is important so you know who meshes with who. For example, my friend made this grumpy dude named Litterleaf who was basically a plant gremlin. Our medicine cat was also a plant gremlin, so we decided that Litterleaf and Meowingtonflower would have the beginnings of a romance added into the game. (File editing this was fun.) You're basically establishing the dynamics of your party while probably screaming on Discord.

Fourth: It's time to have fun! Your prep work is done and the campaign will tell itself. I personally established "success rolls" with everyone and the corresponding cats beforehand. Someone like Meowingtonflower, who was nice to everyone, would almost never go with do not proceed or antagonize. I had to roll a 1 for an antagonize to occur. Turn those personalities and relationships into numbers, folks! Though, if that doesn't fit ya, you can always do a random wheel that splits everything up for you.

I like to do around 6 or 12 moons per game. It gives me plenty of time to edit the files as needed and weave in plot points. Right now, we have an uprising against the tyrant leader being plotted... but it's being headed by a Dark Forest cat who keeps whispering in our ears. The tyrant has a secret past where she had a loving family, but someone took that away. Her mind is scrambled and her thoughts are going wild. She can't take it anymore.

I highly suggest going into this with no plot and letting the generator tell a story for about 6 or so moons. After that, you can either make a plot to work in or tell what's being told. Usually, it's a fun afternoon/night with your friends where you scream. One of my friends was on the verge of tears as her cat, Gloryglitter, was nabbed by twolegs then returned the next day with a hot random dude and, after saying she wanted to Gloryglitter romance him, she rolled a nat 20. I hadn't even figured out who this dude was yet. It just happened and we all had to accept it. (I named him George and he was a random himbo who has the brain of a pebble, but he loves kids and he'll love you too.)

Once a cat retires or dies, I let my friends do one of two things: grab a child (or (great-)grandchild) their character had and spring off of them or we go randomize a new character (with minor tweaks allowed) on CatGen. They can also just choose a random NPC, but I found that I got attached to my NPCs and refused to let go. Similar happens if the cat gets lost. In the case a cat is lost, we generally accept that the player has two characters now. That's what ended up happening in Gloryglitter's situation. We had another cat picked out and then Gloryglitter returned the moment we hit next moon.

Oh, and if you wanna add in some magic... I know someone on the Clangen Discord has a magical cat sprite mod. I forget who, but I know one awesome person made it, so... Go check that out if it's of interest!

This might not make sense, BUT- I'm not a logical creature. Little TL;DR: If you wanna DND your Clangen up, lasso all the people you know and force them to play. You can use random wheels to determine your outcome instead of dice. DND Clangen is doable and a lot of fun. You will mourn when the favorite dies.

Sorry for the massive wall of text!! Uh... Yeah! DND Clangen is a lot of fun. I'm currently considering how to just - *grabs Clangen and shakes* - truly turn it into a battle cat DND game. That's for another day and season. Have a good one and stay murderous!

Hey anon I am kissing you on the mouth

Really tho I love this, like this sounds like such a good time and thank you for bringing it into my life I'm going to brainrot so hard over it

#ask #clangen #clangen dnd #fav post

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victorluvsalice · 4 months

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Merry Christmas Marie!

@offwithhxrhead As per your request for some family fun with Victor, Alice, Smiler, and your girl Madeline, here is the gang having perhaps a little trouble figuring out family game night. Hope you enjoy!

It’s Parcheesi And Those Are The Actual Rules

“Ha! A five! Finally! Which meaaaaaans – sorry, Smiler, it’s back to Start with you!”

“Huh – hey, wait!” Smiler protested, holding up a hand as Madeline went to pick up their piece. “That’s a safe space! I can’t be captured on a safe space, remember?”

“What?” Madeline looked down, frowning. “No, this is an entrance space. That’s gotta be something different.”

“It’s got a circle!” Smiler said, pointing. “That means safe!”

“Maybe, but two pawns of different colors can’t occupy a safe space anyway!”

“Which should mean you can’t bring a pawn out there.”

“Oh come on – thanks to you, I’ve only got the one out on the board right now! You’ve gotta let me have this!”

“Why did we buy this game again?” Victor groaned, letting his head thunk against the table.

“Because it’s fun, damn it,” Alice replied, grabbing the rules sheet in a well-practiced motion. “It’s just – a bit complicated, that’s all.”

“A bit complicated?” Victor protested, peeking up at her sideways. “That’s the tenth time you’ve looked at that piece of paper tonight.”

“It’s our first time playing – we’re going to need some time to memorize everything.”

“Maybe so, but it feels like there’s a lot to memorize. For example, I still don’t remember how many bonus moves you get for capturing a pawn versus how many you get for getting one into Home.”

“Twenty for capturing, ten for getting into Home,” Madeline told him, patting his back before glaring at Smiler. “Which I only know because they keep sending me back to my Start and then gleefully going twenty.”

“As if you’re not trying to do the same here,” Smiler pointed out. They poked the circle in the contested space, frowning. “I’d swear this counts as a safe space, though.”

“It can’t be, because otherwise somebody could park their ass there and never let their opponent get a pawn out. Come on, Mum, back me up there.”

“I’m looking, I’m looking – aha!” Alice held up a finger as she read through the relevant rules. “Mmm-hmmm. . .all right, as it turns out, Maddie is correct. While normally any space with a circle is a safe space, and a safe space cannot be shared by two pawns of different colors, the entrance spaces are unique in that, if someone brings their pawn out while another pawn is sitting there, they do automatically capture that pawn. And get twenty moves.”

“Ha!” Madeline plucked the bright yellow pawn from the space and handed it to Smiler. “Back to Start with you.”

“Fine, fine,” Smiler said, putting the pawn back in their starting circle. They leaned back across the table with a smirk. “But I’ve still got two pawns in Home, and you haven’t got any yet.”

“Well, maybe I can finally get one in now that you can’t keep knocking me back,” Madeline retorted, considering her options. “Okay, so if I take five with this pawn, and then the other fifteen with–”

“Ah – no,” Alice cut in. “You have to take your twenty with a single pawn. You’re thinking of when you roll doubles with all four pawns out and get to go fourteen moves – that one you can split up between your pawns.”

“Oh – right.” Madeline shook her head, glancing over at her father as she grabbed the pawn she’d just brought out and moved it twenty. “Okay, you’re right – this game’s complicated.”

“And yet people have been playing it successfully since the basic form was invented in India ages ago,” Alice said, folding her arms. “We can get through it too.”

“I know,” Victor said, finally sitting up straight again. “But maybe next week we can play Monopoly?”

“And watch you utterly crush us again with the power of capitalism you learned from your father? No thanks,” Smiler said, grabbing the dice.

“As I recall, Alice won the last game of Monopoly.”

“Only because I landed on Free Parking right when I needed cash,” Alice responded. “Every other game, you have, in fact, killed us.”

“Do you really want our family to become another Monopoly statistic, Dad?” Madeline added, giving him big eyes.

Victor laughed. “All right, all right, maybe Clue next week instead. . .”

#offwithhxrhead #merry xmas #christmas fic #xmas fic #fanfic #valicer #drawn from the real life inspiration of me and my family figuring out how to play Parcheesi #seriously so many rules to remember XD #but yeah you suggesting a goodnatured argument over game rules immediately prompted this #I'm pretty sure Smiler IS going to win this game but #stranger things have happened! XD #queued

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ladyeroway · 7 months

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We had a season finale of Cthulhu last night and it was freaking wild. There were chases through Calcutta, ghee being used as improvised weapons, jumping rooftops. Good Pulpy fun.

Gideon went insane in the previous session after understanding how terrible a murder had been at the hands of our previous employer. He is now under a compulsion to not only kill his employer and the serpent people adversaries but also make them suffer. So he was a bit unhinged this session.

He summoned a Formless one to rip apart one of our adversaries. She summoned through a Lloigor in the middle of Calcutta and they started basically Kaiju fighting. We managed to get an artifact from our adversary but was then stolen by our previous employer who is also a Serpent Person.

It is our previous employer that Gideon has the main compulsion against so he took off to go and fight him. The rest followed but the Doctor who was insane decided to attack the Lloigor with a machine gun. He managed to do enough damage that the Formless one went inside it and caused it to explode in a fantastic fashion. The doctor doing an amazing dive to escape the Lloigors detonation.

We headed to the airfield, knowing our previous employer would be stuck cause we had already sabotaged his plane. Our previous employer started on about how we had betrayed him. That his faith would be rewarded when he got to Mu and the Holy mother would birth a new race of serpent people. Which Gideon thinks could be the dilettante character that willingly went with Yig....you know the one he was in love with.

Gideon cut him off telling to the shock of most of the party. He told him his faith was mired by his own prejudice. That his bloodline had fallen so far from the serpent people he didn't even realise that his god Yig didn't care. That Yig had spoken to Gideon to denigrate the actions of killing a chosen of his God and he was Human. Did his God speak to him? Cause Gideon as a human had heard his voice. All he was was tyrant and then Gideon shot him.

Typically, the dice decided to fail Gideon who got one shot of his flame pistol out and the second botched, turning it into essentially a live grenade. Then he failed his throw roll. Luckily a character had telekinesis and pushed it into side of the plane next to the bodyguard. Our previous employer managed to teleport away just in time as the plane blew up. Which would have been 80 points of damage on Gideon if it had exploded at his feet, which would have instantly killed him.

The bodyguard came out terminator style and we all unloaded onto him. There were crits, flame pistols, rifle rounds all at once and we dropped him into a pile of Ash. So yeah that was our big boss battle at the end of this chapter. Looks like we are heading to Mu!

Back to the finale of VTM for 5 weeks and then the finale of Cthulhu. I can't wait

#rpg shenanigans #gideon ambrose

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sankttealeaf · 1 year

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take a chance, roll the dice

read on ao3 here ; originally posted in july '22

fandom ; stranger things

characters ; steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson, dustin henderson

summary ; With scheduling conflicts causing a brief hiatus in the Hellfire Club's usual campaign, Eddie and Dustin search for others to play D&D with. Robin and Steve are the unfortunate souls they are dragging to a game.

8.3k words / the gang play d&d

"Come on, one game, if you aren't into it, I'll stop bugging you."

Eddie had been asking Robin and Steve to join one of Hellfire's games for weeks now, and the two had refused to accept his invitation. He had even brought in back up - Dustin. Getting the kid to follow Steve around (not like that was hard) and try and convince him that he would enjoy it. No matter how hard they tried, the two always said no. Still, he wasn’t backing down, determined to convince the duo that they would actually enjoy it if they sat down to play.

"No offence, Eddie, but I just don't see the fun in sitting in a dimly lit room, rolling dice and doing math," Robin said, shaking her head as she picked up a stack of VHS' to put back. He had approached them in their most vulnerable place - work, and had told himself he wasn't going to leave until they said yes.

"It builds atmosphere, Buckley! Which, you wouldn't understand until you play it!" Eddie exclaimed with a wide grin. Robin looked at him, and sighed, walking out from behind the counter.

"You're really not taking no for an answer, huh?" She walked past him, knowing full well he was going to tail her. How she wished Steve would come out from the back so Eddie could bug him. That was probably the reason he had gone into the back, now that she thought about it. The little shit…

"With the other club members' schedules not lining up, and finding it increasingly difficult to get sub-ins, I think life would be a lot easier if I drag you two into the pits of the nine hells with me," Eddie explained, picking up each VHS Robin put away to examine it, before placing it back.

"What if I'm suddenly busy every single evening from now until, I don't know, next decade?" Robin turned the corner, looking for the right section for this tape.

"Are you?" Eddie raised an eyebrow as she stopped walking. She looked down at the VHS she was holding, before shoving it towards him.

"Go put this in the romance section, Munson." She turned on her heel, heading back to the counter as Eddie stood there, holding a copy of The Jewel of the Nile . He took a moment to glance around, noticing that he, currently, was not in the romance section. He also didn't work here, which Robin didn't seem to care about.

"Hey, I'm not getting paid for this!" He called out, waving the VHS up in the air to grab her attention. She was back at the counter now, and cupped her ear, miming to him that she couldn't hear him. The bell above the door rang, and she was now preoccupied with helping out a customer. Eddie sighed, taking a step back to see if the romance section was in his eyeline. It wasn't, he was in the horror section that seemed to go on for rows and rows. Rom-coms were basically horrors, right? He shoved the case next to Fright Night and walked back to the counter.

Robin thanked whatever was out there watching over her that she had to do her job and help these people find an oddly specific movie, because now Eddie couldn't bug her about D&D, at least for the next few minutes. She decided to take her time, making small comments about how the computer system is being slow today to buy herself more time. Plan B was to hide in the back with Steve.

The screen flashed, showing no results for the movie the lady was after. With a smile, she offered to see if it was in the back, though there was a slim chance it would be, to which the lady shook her head and said it was okay, and that she will browse for something else instead. The counter was now empty. Eddie began to walk back over. Robin pointed at him with a frown, shaking her head. He raised his hands in mock defence, before shoving them into his jacket pocket, still walking to the counter.

"Alright, I'll drop it for today. But if Harrington comes out-"

"Go nuts, my guy. In fact, why don't I go get him, huh? If I'm remembering correctly I think he did tell me in full confidence that he really wants to give this D&D thing a go!" She said, grinning widely, which caused Eddie's mood to shift to one of excitement.

"I don't care if you're lying, go get him and I promise you I will convince him."

Robin smiled. "Great. And you'll stop bugging me?"

"You two are a package deal, Buckley. If he plays, you play."

Her face dropped, and she gave him a look. There was a moment where she began to say something, but shook her head, walking back out from behind the counter and heading towards the employee's only door.

The 'back' was small, consisting of a little break room and a storage cupboard that had some boxes that needed to be unpacked and shelved up. Steve was sitting on one of the dingy couches, a PB&J in hand, deep in thought. He didn't even look up when Robin opened the door, instead he gestured at her with his sandwich.

"Do you think Katie Smith still lives around here? And would she like… apple picking…?" He asked, frowning as he began to think through this pretend date scenario in his mind.

"What?" Robin stood there, closing the door with her foot as she waved a hand in front of Steve's face. "Are you high or something?"

Steve blinked, now back in the moment as he looked up at Robin, then to his sandwich and took a bite from it. "I was just thinking-" he paused to chew, "my date with Tara Fields went so badly I need a plan B, so I was thinking-"

"You're on Plan W by now," Robin interrupted.

"Plan B. " Steve finished eating and took another bite. "So, I was thinking I should see if Katie was around to hang out. I had forgotten all about her until just now."

"And you think 'apple picking' is an ideal date?" She raised an eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips like a disapproving parent.

"I don't see you coming up with better date ideas," he replied, shoving the last of his sandwich in his mouth. He brushed off any crumbs from his lap, and pushed himself up from the couch.

"Well, you may be super busy for the foreseeable future, so cancel those plans with Katie Smith!" Robin said, as Steve gave her a look of confusion. "Eddie is here. I told him you were interested in playing D&D with him. I've had my daily dose of Eddie, and now-" She walked behind him, gently pushing him towards the door. "Now it's your turn! I'm going to sit in here, with the lights off. Don't talk to me until he is gone, thank you!"

Steve was pushed out from the back room, and took a moment to process what had just happened. He heard the sound of the door locking from the inside and wondered if they had always had a lock, before he heard his name being called out.

"Harrington!" Eddie Munson stood leaning against the counter, waving at him. Steve sighed softly, mentally preparing himself, and began to walk over, lifting up the side of the counter to stand in the middle.

"Hey, Eddie. You want a movie or something?" Steve asked, glancing around to take count of who else was in here.

Eddie shook his head, and rummaged around in his jacket pocket for a moment. He held up a finger, and Steve looked at him curiously. With a flourish, Eddie pulled out a single, red D20 die, gently placing it on the counter. Steve looked between the two.

"You, me, Buckley, Henderson, D&D?" He said, gesturing between the die and his friend. "Robin said you were super into the idea, though she was most likely lying."

Steve sighed, picking up the die cautiously and rotating it in his hand. "Hate to break it to you, Munson, but Dustin already tells me everything about your game. I know what happens, it's not gonna be fun if I know how it ends." He shrugged.

Eddie faked being hurt, and shook his head. "Do you take me as a fool, Harrington? No, no, no , my dear friend. D&D is a forever changing game - no two campaigns are the same. I will make a new story for you all to help tell, something that you have never seen before!"

"So… it's not like a pre-built story?" Steve asked, pulling at the string of curiosity he had about this game. Dustin never stopped going on about Eddie's games, would it really be so bad to try it out?

"I mean, it can be. I usually add my own flair to it, to keep everyone on their toes, but if you want to run through a pre-built game, I can do that." Eddie watched as Steve studied the die, finding it amusing when he started to count the numbered sides.

He nodded, lost in thought for a moment. Eddie could hear the cogs whirring inside Steve's head, and he leaned in closer, waiting for him to agree. Steve placed the die down.

"I think I'm busy for the next few years," he said, watching Eddie's smile fall and he placed his head against the counter top.

"Robin said the exact same thing. You both are conspiring against me," he mumbled, feeling Steve pat the back of his head.

"Yeah, yeah, we are. Are you done? Can I get back to work now?"

Eddie stood back upright, frowning as he grabbed the die. "You weren't working before." He pointed at his chest. "You have some jelly on your shirt." Shoving the die in his pocket, he gave Steve a mock salute. "I'll leave you to it, I guess! Don't come crying to me when you're bored out of your mind this evening!" He turned on his heel, heading out of the store.

Steve took a deep breath, dragging a hand down his face. Sometimes, Eddie felt worse than Dustin to be around, especially when it came to D&D. Maybe it would just be easier to give in, play a game and then Eddie would stop bugging them.

Outside, down the street, sitting on a bench, was Dustin. He had planned with Eddie the exact things to say and do to get Steve and Robin to play D&D with them, and was now anxiously waiting for the results of it. With each minute that passed, he checked his watch, wondering what was taking Eddie so long. The plan was flawless, they should've agreed by now. Should he go in? No, that would ruin it… He gave Eddie a time limit of half an hour. If there was no sign of him, then he would go himself.

Dustin watched as the seconds ticked by, coming up to the twenty minute mark. He looked down the street, and stood up in excitement when he saw Eddie walking towards him. He rushed to meet him halfway.

"How did it go? Did they say yes? Please tell me that they said yes?" Dustin fell into step next to Eddie, who shook his head, deep in thought.

"Two no's, yet again."

"Motherfuckers! I know they'll love it, what else can we do to convince them?" Dustin asked, thinking through all possible things they could say.

The two arrived back at the bench Dustin had been sitting on moments before, and they both sat down with a sigh. Eddie leaned his head in his hands, tapping his fingers against his skull to try and think of something.

"Have you told them it'll just be us four?" Dustin asked, getting a thumbs up from Eddie. "Snacks are provided?" Another thumbs up. "Goddamnit. There goes all my ideas."

Eddie sat upright, tapping his hands against his knees now. Was this it? An indefinite hiatus of the Hellfire Club? With everyone being busy doing separate things, it seemed like the future of the club was up in the air, spinning for a moment before crashing down in a fiery pit of flames. All of Eddie's hard work, burning in front of him.

"If Will was here, he'd be down to play," Dustin said defeatedly, wishing he could ride down to the Byers' old house, knock for Will and tell him about how cool Eddie was and how they needed someone else to play D&D with.

"Will's the one in California, right? Will the Wise?" Eddie asked, and Dustin nodded.

"Yeah, he loves D&D. You two gotta meet one day. He'll probably stay awake for a week straight if it means he could play."

The sessions Eddie usually ran never lasted more than a few hours, just because they had to be out of the school by eight, but the thought of a week-long game made him go insane. Think of how much story could be told! How many monsters could be slain, how much loot and XP they could get! If only they had players free…

An idea struck.

Eddie grabbed Dustin's shoulder, the pieces of the idea forming in his mind. "Dustin. Dustin. I got it."

"Yeah?? What is it! What is the plan!" He turned to face Eddie, who had leaned in, lowering his voice.

"What did the party do to get some of the cultists away from the room you needed to get into last session?" Eddie asked, smiling widely.

When the idea hit Dustin as well, he smiled back. "We lured them away." He jumped up, the same idea clicking in his mind. "We lure them into playing! That's gotta work!"

Eddie stood up too, patting Dustin's shoulders. He told him to stay put, before walking back to Family Video. A plan had been formed, and he knew exactly how to execute it.

The bell on the door signalled a customer walking in, and Robin turned away from the computer to see who it was. She was not expecting to see Eddie again, and was ready to greet him, until he turned away into the rows of VHS'. Confused, she moved to hit Steve on the arm, pointing Eddie out to him.

"He's looking for a movie? So what?" Steve asked in a hushed voice, as they both watched their friend browse through the horror section.

"Why would he come back? Especially after we both said no to his game?"

Steve gestured around them. "To get a movie? Seriously, Robin, you're looking too deep into this." There was a call for help, and Steve was quick to leave the counter to assist the person who needed help, leaving Robin alone, watching Eddie curiously.

Eddie knew exactly what movie he was looking for, and it didn't take him long to find the out of place rom-com in the horror section. He picked up the movie next to it, Fright Night , and made his way towards the counter, smiling at Robin.

"Hey, I just wanted to come back and say sorry for putting pressure on you and Steve to play my little game." He placed the box on the counter, sliding it over to Robin to scan. "And I was wondering if you both were free tonight, we could watch a movie, maybe?"

Robin picked up the box, looking over to where Steve was currently trying to recommend a good family-friendly movie for someone to watch, and nodded. "Sure, sounds good. Normal movie night time?" She scanned the back of the box, typing up on the computer that it was currently rented out to Eddie for three days.

"Normal movie night time. Make sure you let Harrington know," he said with a grin, taking the VHS from Robin when she passed it back to him. "See you at 7!"

Hearing his name, Steve looked over at Eddie and gave him a slight wave, and Eddie waved back, before turning and leaving. The customer was pretty happy with their movie choice, so Steve walked with them to the counter to get them all ready to leave. As he scanned and registered the person to the VHS, Robin let him know that they were having a movie night at Eddie's. He nodded, thinking nothing of it.

7PM rolled around pretty quickly, and Eddie had made his best attempts at cleaning the trailer and setting it up for a D&D game, with Dustin's help. His DM screen was nicely stood up, hiding all of his important notes regarding plot, monsters and other things he may need to keep secret. Dustin had been running through a new character idea, a human paladin, who had been trained to fight evil in the name of good, but actually had other feelings towards his mission. It was something he had been working on for a while, and as the two waited for Steve and Robin to show up, they fleshed out this character some more until it was almost playable. Dustin decided to test it out in tonight's game, just to see what it was like, and Eddie had no issues with that at all. He had made some premade characters for Robin and Steve to choose from, because he knew how long character creation could take, especially with new players.

Eddie had stocked up on snacks and drinks, too, and was in the process of grabbing a Coke for Dustin when there was a knock at the door. With the bottle in hand, Eddie went and answered it, grinning widely when he saw his two friends standing there, both with other various snacks in hand.

"Sorry we're late, someone decided to speed," Robin said, glaring at Steve as she walked inside, kicking off her shoes and removing her jacket.

"I wasn't speeding, that officer clearly had it out for me." Steve shook his head, following Robin inside, who had now stopped and was pointing at Dustin.

"What happened to ' movie night will never involve babysitting' huh?" She asked, taking note of the set up she had seen once before when she accompanied Steve to pick everyone up from Hellfire one night. She turned, just to see Eddie close the door and lock it, a smile on his face.

"Look, all we ask is for one game! It may not even take that long, and Henderson can then go home and we can watch the movie, okay?" Eddie said, patting them both on the shoulder as he sat down opposite Dustin, gesturing for the others to sit as well.

Steve looked at Dustin in shock. "You're involved in this too? I can't believe this betrayal. No more free rides for a month, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear." Dustin gave him a salute. "But you did promise to my mom to drive me home when I'm out late with you."

"No, you're walking home tonight." Steve moved to sit by Dustin, admitting defeat. A game couldn’t take that long, right? Though, the amount of paper scattered on the table and - were those miniature figurines? The sight didn't ease Steve’s hesitations about the game.

Robin was still standing there, a bag of popcorn in one hand as she looked at Steve. "Are you just ignoring the part where we're being forced to play this game, Steve?"

"Sit down, Robin. It'll be over quicker if we just comply," Steve said, opening his backpack to take out the various snacks he had brought with him. Dustin immediately grabbed a box of cheese flavoured crackers from his hands, opening them up and keeping them by his side.

"If you are finding that you aren't enjoying yourself during the game, just say the word and we'll stop, I promise you," Eddie said, placing a hand over his heart. "However, you aren't going to know until you try it out."

Robin stood there for a few more moments, all eyes on her, before sighing and taking a seat next to Steve. "Fine. But I want to play a hot elf."

Eddie grinned, shuffling through his various sheets of paper he had behind his screen. "Lucky for you, Buckley, I have just the kind of character you're looking for." He pulled out the premade characters, handing Robin the one that was filled out for an elf thief. She took it and looked over it, immediately getting confused at what was going on.

"Got anything good for me? Like, uh… a fighter? Or a wizard with a pointy hat?" Steve asked, watching Eddie go through the sheets he had.

"Well, Dustin is trying out a paladin, if you wanted to go down a similar route to him…" He pulled out three sheets. "Or if you want someone who is in tune with nature, a ranger could be a good start. Or maybe you really want to be a wizard in a pointy hat, I have one prepared for you."

“Like a park ranger?” Steve asked, getting nudged at his side by Dustin, who shook his head.

Through a mouthful of crackers, he spoke, “like a nature fighter. You are like, really in tune with nature and can hide in the bushes and stuff.”

Steve thought for a moment, peering over Robin’s shoulder to get an idea of what the character sheets looked like. For a game that was apparently full of devil worshipping and ritual sacrifices, there were a lot of numbers involved. “What’s the easiest one to start with?”

“Probably the ranger?” Dustin looked over at Eddie for confirmation, who nodded. “But if you wanna do spells and shit, a wizard is your best bet. Or you can be a cleric, I think we could use some proper healing, but don’t let that stop you from choosing a class.”

“Do I get to choose who I heal?” Steve asked, watching as Eddie handed him three different character sheets, one of a ranger, a cleric and a wizard. The sheets meant nothing to him at the moment, it all blurred into one clump of numbers and letters.

“Yeah, you can choose,” Eddie replied, and Steve handed back two sheets, and kept the cleric sheet. “You’re going for the cleric, then?” He looked at the sheets, putting them back into the binder with the rest of the premade characters he had.

“Just so when Dustin is dying I can hold back any healing from him.” He gave a grin to Dustin, who threw a handful of crackers towards Steve, a fake hurt look on his face. “Hey man, it’s your own fault, you’re an accomplice in this-” he gestured around the table, “crime.”

“Dude, not fair.” Dustin pouted.

During this exchange, Robin had been studying her character sheet, reading through the abilities and actions she could do. Her mind went from trying to learn the system (without really knowing what it was she was supposed to do) to figuring out who her character was. They were an elf, and she had decided that they were going to have the most emotionally devastating backstory ever. Why do they use poison arrows? Their parents were killed by poison, of course! Turned to a life of adventure to escape the stress put upon her by society, so she could be free to be whoever she wanted to be… Maybe she was projecting on that part.

Eddie, noticing Robin spacing out, waved a hand in front of her face to make sure she was still on this plane of reality. She blinked, looking at him.

“How much detail do we need for our characters?” She asked, and the sudden look of confusion on Eddie’s face told her that that was not what he was expecting. “Like, obviously we need a backstory, but like, their motivations? Their biggest flaws? What else do you want?”

Eddie was taken back by that. “Woah, well, this is just a one shot game,” he paused, looking at Dustin, “for now . So I don’t think you need to go super in depth for this? Don’t let me stop you, though.”

Robin nodded, picking up a pencil and scribbling something down quickly on a blank sheet of paper. “So I don’t get extra points if I come up with a super interesting backstory for my character?”

“If it wows me, then sure,” Eddie replied. At this point, Steve and Dustin turned to him, hearing the words ‘points’ and ‘winning’.

“What’s this about extra points?” Steve asked, leaning over Robin’s shoulder to see what she was writing down. She pulled the paper to her chest, hitting him away. “I want extra points.”

“I get extra points for my character backstory,” Robin said smugly, tapping Steve’s nose with the end of her pencil.

“No fair, I want extra points.” Steve grabbed the pencil, holding it above his head so that she couldn’t reach it. Robin nudged his side. Steve yelped in pain, throwing the pencil at her. “I’m going to steal your points. And everything your character owns.”

“Children, please,” Eddie said, cutting Robin off before she could retaliate. “You can all get extra points if you want. I’m going to give you ten minutes, think of a killer backstory, and extra points are up for grabs. They mean absolutely nothing in terms of gameplay, but maybe I’ll let you do something cool with them.”

The duo went quiet, the sound of pencil against paper was the only thing coming from them. Dustin sat there, peering over Steve’s shoulder every now and then to see what he was writing. He gave Eddie a nod of approval, and Eddie gave him a thumbs up. Dustin’s character already had an okay backstory, and if it was for a long term campaign he would’ve joined in on this task to try and win ‘extra points’, but he was happy with what he had given Eddie previously. Anyway, this game was about Steve and Robin, he didn't want to throw his hat into the ring and obliterate them both with his amazing character backstory.

Ten minute passed, and Steve and Robin hand Eddie over their paper with their backstories written on it. Robin had an intense past, full of scheming, familial death, sabotage, the classic things you would find in a rogue-type character. It was brilliant, and slightly terrifying. Steve had a simple past, a holy man, had friends, a pet dog, nothing as intense as his friend. They were both equally as good, especially for first timers. Eddie gave them both a nod.

“They’re great,” he said, getting two smiles back from them both. “You both get points, they’re both good in their own ways to choose.”

“We’ll take that,” the duo said, taking back their papers.

The group settled, as it was now time for the game to begin. Eddie had sat upright, giving Dustin a knowing nod as he cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention. With a flourish of his hands, Eddie began to set the scene of the game. The party had been tasked to investigate a sudden rise in cult-like groups, figure out who they were praising and, if possible, eradicate any threat. A simple enough task, really.

The trio were hooked on every word, describing the land they were currently walking through, the weather, the time of day, how far they had been travelling already. It was hypnotising, almost, and when Eddie pointed at Dustin to describe what his character looked like, it took him a moment to get back into the zone.

“Oh, yeah, uh, right.” He cleared his throat. “So, my character, Sir Harry Tonne, is a human man, great hair, tall, a lady’s man even though we all know how pathetic his attempts at picking up girls is.” He paused to see everyone’s reactions - Robin and Eddie had caught on, and Steve was sitting there, waiting for Dustin to finish. “He’s got armour on, a greatsword, a shield. The usual stuff. Yeah, that’s me.”

“Wonderful. Harrington, your turn. Who are you?” Eddie asked, leaning his head on his hands.

“Okay- wait, hold on, Henderson, are you playing as me ??” Steve asked, causing the group to laugh, Dustin nodding with a wide grin. “Motherfucker. You’re dead, like, so dead now, you know that?”

“Try and kill me. I have an AC of 18, you can’t hit me.” Dustin tapped his character sheet. “Who are you playing then, Steve?”

“My name is Joe. Uh, Joe Quinn… I’m a-” He picked up his sheet, scanning the page to find out what he was again. “Ah, a half-elf cleric. Yeah.”

There was a silence, as the group expected Steve to keep talking. When he didn't, Eddie nodded, and with a clap of his hands, pointed to Robin. “Great job, Steve. Robin. What do you have?”

“Right, okay.” She reread through her backstory, nodding as it stuck in her mind. “My name is Stephanie Rington, I’m an elf thief, and I also have great hair. I am also a lady’s… woman… so I think she and Sir Harry Tonne are going to get on well.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Robin?” Steve looked at her, utterly disappointed. He knew Dustin would do something like this, but Robin as well? This was uncalled for. Robin laughed, leaning over Steve to give Dustin a high five. They hadn’t planned it, but when Robin heard Sir Harry Tonne, she knew what had to be done.

The group settled down, as Eddie began to describe what they were up to - currently on the path of tracking down a group that they knew worked from a nearby city. He described rolling hills, thick forests, a warm summer’s day with a cool breeze passing by every now and then. It felt familiar, the heat of summer was still around them as they played, all windows opened in Eddie’s trailer to try and cool them all off. With the first rolls of the dice heard, the game was well underway, and so far, Steve and Robin seemed to be enjoying it.

When the clock reached 9PM, the group were still playing, more relaxed now as everyone got a grasp on the rules and how the game works. Eddie’s words were still keeping everyone in the zone, like a siren luring its victims into the ocean, the group were hanging on every last word he spoke, which wasn’t unusual for an Eddie-ran game. He had a way with words to bring worlds alive, a talent Dustin had spoken to Steve about a lot. Steve finally understood what Dustin meant.

"... You reach the river you need to cross in order to reach the city of Aravich. It's fast moving, the water rushing and crashing in front of you. In the distance, you see the tall, imposing buildings of the city line the horizon. There's a bridge on your path, it seems stable, and wide enough for you all to walk across it as a group. The sun is starting to dip, you have a few hours of light left. What are you doing?" Eddie leaned back in his chair, waiting as the group started to converse.

"There's gotta be something coming if he's mentioning the bridge," Robin said, flicking back through her messy notes she had taken throughout the game. Her notes started with NPC names, locations they needed to visit, and ended up a cluttered mess of all her character’s internal thoughts. Eddie, although he had yet to read them, was impressed.

"It's just a bridge, I'm sure it's fine to cross?" Steve turned to Eddie. "Does the bridge look damaged? Can we cross it?"

"Roll a perception check."

Steve picked up the die, dropping it as it landed on the table, rolling for a moment before stopping on a 16. "I add the… ah, yeah, 17 total."

"17… Nice. Have you rolled below a 10 this game yet, Harrington?" Eddie raised an eyebrow as Steve shrugged. "Anyway. You take a few steps closer to the bridge, and from this distance, it looks pretty stable."

"I don't trust it." Robin held her head in her hands. "It could be trapped, something could be waiting to grab us, anything could happen."

"Or, it's a normal bridge and we're overthinking this." Steve looked over at Dustin, who was one die away from completing a dice tower. "What do you think?"

Dustin held his hands up, moving the D4 between his fingers as he carefully placed it on top of the tower. "I'm just tagging along, you two are the one in charge. However, I agree with Robin, something feels off."

"You know, I read somewhere that it's always the normal looking bridges that are more prone to collapsing or breaking apart as you move over it," Robin said quickly, causing Steve to laugh.

"Maybe in real life, this isn't real." He paused for a moment. "Fuck it, I'm walking across the bridge."

Eddie raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk appearing across his face. "You sure?"

Dustin shook his head, pointing at Eddie's face. "Don't do it, Steve! He's conspiring! That's the face he pulls!" The sudden movement knocked over his dice tower, and he frowned in annoyance at the scattered dice on the table.

"Yeah, it's just a bridge. I'm walking over the bridge." Steve watched Eddie nod, ignoring the exclaims of protest from Dustin, telling him that it’s so obviously a trap and that they’re all going to die now.

Eddie took a second to pull out another sheet of paper, reading through it quickly to refresh his memory. "You start to walk across the bridge, one foot after the other." He moved his hands in a similar walking motion. "And you walk. And walk. You get halfway across the bridge, when suddenly-" He mimics the sound of wood splintering, cracking under the weight. "You feel the wood start to break under you quite quickly, and you instinctively go to move away. But something's grabbing your leg, Steve. You look- it's a long, spindly hand, coming from between the gaps in the wood. I need a strength saving throw from you, to see if you can escape this creature's grasp.."

Dustin and Robin had their hands on their heads at this point, muttering to each other about how this was a mistake, how Steve's character was going to fall into the river and maybe drown. Their talking stopped as Steve dropped the die, and all four of them watched it roll, teetering between two numbers, before finally settling on…

"I got an 11."

Eddie hummed in thought, nodding. "It takes you a little while, you're kicking and yelling to try and get this creature's hand off of you, but it's not budging." He pointed to Dustin and Robin. "What are you both up to?"

"Fuck. Uh, shit, okay, I'm gonna run over," Robin said, shifting in her seat to almost be crouching on the chair. "Gonna run over to try and help Steve out."

There was a clattering of dice from behind the screen, and Eddie grinned. "Alright. You run, making your way onto the bridge, when suddenly, the wood breaks again, another hand reaching out to grab your leg. Strength saving throw from you, please."

Robin panicked for a second, fearing she may have misplaced her dice set. She lifted up sheets of paper, looked around on the floor and couldn't immediately see them. But she did see Steve's dice, and grabbed the D20 and rolled it. It bounced, before settling on-

"A 20! I got a 20!" She exclaimed, hitting the table in excitement and pointing at the die. Eddie peered over his screen to double check and nodded, giving Robin a thumbs up.

"You're skilled at moving quickly, and move quickly you do. You feel this creature grab onto your leg but you kick it away, not even hesitating, and you hear a splash in the water as whatever it was retreats back down. You're now at Steve's side. How are you helping him?" Eddie said, taking a moment to roll another die. A 15. Not bad. He'll have to throw something at Dustin now, thanks to that roll.

"Uh… Ah… Wait… Can I like… kick the creature's arm? Or- wait no! I want to stab it with my dagger!" Robin stabbed the air, looking at Eddie to see if he approved of her action.

"Roll an attack, then."

Another roll, and it landed on a 7. Robin looked at Eddie sheepishly, apologising for being unable to help him. Eddie began to explain the consequences to that roll, and asked them all to roll initiative, as creatures began to climb up on the bridge from under the water.

A short combat round happened, Eddie and Dustin guiding the two newcomers throughout it, explaining the rules and how combat works. They picked it up pretty quickly, and it was over after three rounds. The party carried on across the bridge, entering the city in search for these cultists.

It was getting late, around 11PM at this point, and the game was still going. Various empty wrappers and boxes of snacks were pushed to the side of the table to make room for a giant, gridded map. Placed on top were three miniatures, each representing one of the trio's characters, as well as an assortment of other minis that were the enemies, a group of cultists they had tracked down. The group were currently in the middle of a tense combat round. Steve and Dustin were discussing ways to optimise damage against the enemies, while Robin was trying to work out what would be the best thing to do for her turn. She was currently surrounded, no matter where she moved the cultists would all get an attack of opportunity on her, and she wasn't sure if she could survive three different attacks at once.

"I have one attack, right?" She asked, looking at Eddie for clarification.

"Yes, unless you're duel-wielding, then you can use a bonus action to make an attack with your off-hand." He assessed the situation Stephanie Rington was in, trying to give her some advice for what would be best.

"And if I move… these guys will all attack me?" She gestured to the cultists.

"Potentially…" Eddie frowned in thought. "Hold on, you're a thief, right? You can disengage as a bonus action. If you do that, it doesn't provoke opportunity attacks and you'll be safe."

"Wait, for real??" She double checked her character sheet, as Eddie pulled out the rulebook to just make sure he was correct.

Eddie nodded, tapping the page he was reading and leaned over to show Robin the rules. "Right here! My suggestion is to attack one of them, and then disengage and move away.” He closed the book up, placing it by his side as Robin nodded, pointing out the one she wanted to attack and rolling to hit. Her attack landed, dealt some pretty decent damage to one of the cultists and she moved 30ft away, closer to Sir Harry Tonne.

Cultists also surrounded Joe Quinn, and Eddie smiled, announcing it was now their turn. A few spells were cast, a few hits were made, and on the last cultist’s turn, he turned to attack Joe Quinn. Dustin leaned over Steve’s shoulder, noticing he only had a handful of HP left. He crossed his fingers and hoped Eddie missed.

“Yikes, uh, that’s a natural 20,” Eddie said, and Dustin sank in his seat.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean again?”

“It means-” Eddie paused to take out some more dice, letting them fall from his hands. “Double the damage. Pretty gnarly if you’re low on health, but fine if you are. That’s 20 points of damage.”

“Okay, okay, I’m at minus fifteen? How does minus numbers work- wait, am I dead?” Steve erased the 5HP from his sheet, and listened as Eddie gasped in shock, horror and slight excitement at the idea of killing a player.

“Oh, you aren’t dead yet. This is the fun part - death saving throws. Your next turn, you roll a D20. If it’s ten or above, you pass one save, if it’s nine or below, you fail. You have to get three of either to live or die. We’ll get to crits if and when they happen,” Eddie explained, as Steve nodded, watching as Eddie leaned over his screen to move Joe Quinn’s mini to its side, originally that it was knocked unconscious. He pointed to Dustin, letting him know it was his turn.

Dustin took a moment to think. He had spell slots left, and could quite easily go and heal Steve, but he remembered Eddie saying some of the cultists looked low on health, and with Steve’s track record of not rolling below a ten, he decided to risk it. He attacked the cultists.

Another round went by, and Joe Quinn ended up taking fallout damage from an exploding Ice Knife, causing one failed death save already. Robin said she had no way of healing, as Stephanie Rington had already consumed her healing potion earlier on in the fight. It rolled back to Steve’s turn, and Eddie took a deep breath.

"Make a death saving throw, please."

Steve dropped his die again, the trio leaning over him and watching as it rolled, and rolled, and landed. Dustin gasped in shock, making eye contact with Robin, who looked confused.

"I got a 1?" Steve looked at Eddie.

"Oh, how the mighty fall, Harrington…" Eddie shook his head, hand over his heart. “A natural one counts as two failed saves.”

Robin gasped, shaking her head. “No. That’s not a real rule, you just made that up.”

“It’s a real rule. Crit failures, you lose two saves. Crit successes, you are back up on 1HP,” Dustin told her, as she sank in her seat, looking from Eddie to Steve.

Eddie gestured to the miniature on the gridded paper laying on its side, the battle on going around it. "You feel life slip away into darkness, Steve. The cold, inviting arms of death welcoming you, as you are slowly dying." He paused for dramatic effect, taking in the scene. Steve was on the edge of his seat, Robin was tearing up and Dustin was in a state of shock.

"There's a moment where you see memories flash before you, good memories, bad ones, neutral ones. You watch your life go by you in seconds, yet it feels like years. You're ready to go, when you hear a voice echoing around you."

Dustin's eyes widened. Robin bit at her pencil, giving Dustin a confused look.

Eddie's voice went lower, a more gutteral sound coming out from him. "I can help you get back."

Steve blinked. "Wait, who is this?" Eddie shrugged. "I call out - who are you?"

Eddie leaned in closer to the group. "You hear the voice reply - I am Orcus, Lord of the Undead, the Shadow That Was. I have brought you a deal."

Steve looked at Dustin, who had sunken into his chair, shaking his head. "No, no, no, this is bad," he mumbled, before looking back through his sheet to see if he had anything he could do to help.

"An… offer?" Steve asked, confused. "But I'm dead, right?"

"You feel a warmth spread over you, Steve, and the faint sound of crackling fire. The voice, Orcus, continues - You are not quite dead yet, child. The fate of your soul hangs with me, and how you answer my bargain. I can bring you back, to your friends, or - the sound of the fire stops. Or you can disappear into the aether, forever."

"What do you want?"

"You are a devoted man already. All I ask is that you switch your devotion to me, instead of your pathetic deity. You feel as though you have little time left,

The group were enchanted by Eddie's performance, as they huddled up for a brief moment to discuss what Orcus could possibly want in return. It was a stressful situation, and Eddie allowed them this moment to think it through. Robin suggested that Orcus could want power.

"Maybe he wants a way into our world? These cultists are trying to summon him, he could piggyback off of Steve to get in?" She explained, and Dustin shook his head.

"He's a demon lord, he already has mega power!" Dustin said, before frowning as he started to think about that theory more. "Unless he is trying to get into our world through Steve."

"Right? It makes sense! Make a bargain with the guy who's dying, he's going to be desperate!" Robin and Dustin looked at Steve, who frowned.

"Hey, I'm not desperate. I have zero emotional attachment to this guy." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Bullshit! I heard you sniffle back a tear when you fell unconscious!" Dustin poked at his cheek, causing Steve to swat his hand away defensively.

Eddie spoke up before the two had time to argue. "I hate to break up your little meeting, but time is ticking." He leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face. "Are you agreeing to Orcus' deal?"

Silence fell over the group, all eyes were on Steve. He was deep in thought, eyes focused on his toppled mini. There were pros and cons to this deal, he knew that. On the one hand, his character would be safe and back alive again, there was a fight still going on, and he was almost certain Robin and Dustin were looking pretty hurt as well. On the other hand… he had no idea what Orcus would do. Dustin was shaking his head, staying quiet but letting Steve know that he shouldn’t agree. He looked at Robin, who gave him a slight shrug, biting on her pencil nervously.

“I’m going to agree to the deal,” Steve said after a few more moments of silence.

Eddie gave a nod. “You agree to the deal, Joe Quinn, and suddenly - your eyes flash open, and you’re laying on the cold stone floor, the sound of fighting around you. You are alive, on 1HP.”

Steve’s turn ended, and with a few good attacks from Dustin and Robin, the cultists were dead. Combat was over. The trio took a moment to recompose themselves, which was when Eddie spoke up.

“Stephanie, Harry, you two notice something… odd about Joe. On his forehead, two, small horns begin to protrude from his skin,” Eddie said, using his fingers to show on his own forehead where the horns are growing.

“Joe, dude, you’re turning into a devil or something,” Robin said, poking Steve’s forehead, as if the horns were there.

“Hey, I don’t think that’s a good sign,” Dustin added, giving Eddie a look to try and work out what he was planning.

“Joe, you feel a presence around you. Warm and comforting, like the feeling of sitting by a fire. You aren’t sure what’s to come with your deal with Orcus, and we may never find out.” Eddie looked at his watch. “And I think it’s way past Henderson’s bedtime. We’ll end the session there.”

Immediately, there were yells of protest from the group, their voices overlapping one another as each wanted to know more, like if there were any other cultists? If so, were they linked with Orcus? What’s going to happen to Joe Quinn? Pleads for them to keep going for another hour made Eddie laugh. He held his hands up to silence the group.

“Hey, D&D is super lame, I’m sure you guys don’t want to play again. I’ve shown you what it’s like, mine and Dustin’s jobs are done here,” he said, a wide smirk on his face.

“He’s gloating - Robs, he’s gloating.” Steve looked at Robin who was shaking her head in disbelief. “He’s way too proud that he got us into this nerd game.”

“I can’t believe it. You know what?” Robin looked back at Steve, and smiled. “We’ll just find another guy to run a game for us, right?”

“Right. Hey, when Will next visits, we’ll ask him! I’m sure he’s great at D&D, Dustin seems to think so.”

“Yeah! We’ll get Will, we don’t need you, Eds, if you aren’t going to give us a satisfying ending.”

Robin and Steve continued their empty threats of finding another D&D game to join, and Eddie just sat there, head in his hands, watching the back and forth. It was amusing. These two went from denying to ever play the game to begging for another hour of it. He made eye contact with Dustin, and smiled. Dustin smacked Steve’s arm, making a comment about how his mom would kill him if he got home after midnight, and was in the process of climbing over him to get ready to leave.

The group packed everything up, throwing away trash and making sure they had everything with them. Eddie allowed Steve and Robin to keep the sets of dice he had loaned them, and they gladly accepted. Eddie walked out with them to Steve’s car, the cool night breeze a welcome change from the warmth of his trailer.

“You know, with Hellfire being on a small hiatus… I could fit in another game with you nerds,” Eddie said as the group were saying their goodbyes. “I’ll grace you both with my presence tomorrow at work to discuss your schedules.”

“Oh, great, can’t wait,” Steve said, leaning against the driver’s side door. “For the next game. Not you annoying us at work. You may as well apply to work there with the amount of time you spend there.”

“Maybe I will? Then you’ll never get rid of me.” Eddie grinned, as Steve rolled his eyes playfully and got inside his car.

He waved the group off as they left.

The newspaper articles about D&D were right, it was like a cult. But a good cult, obviously. One that did math. Eddie walked back inside, wondering if he could convince Nancy to run an article about how D&D was a good thing to improve math skills.

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Dungeons and Dragons and what…? ( pt. 1)

Hi Tumblr! I wanted to write a small fanfic of the four main st kids before all chaos happened in Hawkins. Anywho, I hope you enjoy and please please keep in mind that I have never played D&D and only am writing off the knowledge that I know(which is very small😬) so enjoy!

December 2nd, 1980

“MIKE! SAVE YOURSELF! RUN!!” Lucas shouted on top of his lungs.

“I- I can’t! He took my powers! I’m… I’m going to die!” Mike said in a frantic voice. “Dustin is in his jail cell, he has you locked in a cage, and me?! If I can’t roll a 20…. We’re dead… All dead!!”

This has been an ongoing game for about 3 days now. At this point, it was basically the boys only priority. Especially now. Nothing was more important than Mike rolling the 20, not even the roast Karen made that the boys all love. Mike had to win this.

“No one will ever defeat Will the Wise!!” This was fun for will as he got to play a villain… he loved using his villain voice.

“Will! Please! This is not you! Let us out! Your in a trance! It’s the mindflayer!! Not you!!” Dustin plead in hopes he could help.

“It’s too late. I’ve taken over your friend. And next, all of you!! Mawhahaha!!”

“I can’t- it’s impossible. We’re going to lose. I would need the whole worlds luck if I want to roll a 20… Wil- or whatever you are, can we make a deal? A small deal…. A fair deal.” Mike crossed his fingers under the table hoping that evil thing that had Will would take his deal.

“Hmmm… depends… what kind of deal are we talking about?” Evil Will asked.

Lucas leaned over to Dustin “yes yes… he’s going to pitch the idea!”

“It’s a fair deal, I promise.” Mike told Will. “What if I roll a 14, 5, or a 10 and we can team up and bring in a character to help us.”

Mike did make it fair, well the group did. Though Dustin did disagree at first saying getting any of those numbers were risky, he was willing to take it. The 3 days couldn’t go to waste. The boys needed something.

“Let me think…” Will took a moment to think which made all three boys very anxious. “Fine, but under one condition… teams of two.” Will knew it may be hard to roll one of those numbers, but that it also wasn’t possible. Though as mentioned earlier, Will liked playing the villain, but also wants to help his friends, but he had to stay in character.

“Teams of two?!” Lucas shouted. “How can we?! That’s impossible!! Clearly you’ve lost your mind, that only leaves three of us, we don’t have enough!”

“Yeah! Totally unfair!” Dustin Dustin agreed.

Will looked at all of them with an evil smile…. “Well then, guess you’ll just have to find a sub for now… to fill in my spot.”

“A sub?! It’s 8pm at night, it’s Friday, but who in the hell are we going to find this late! We’re lucky we’re even allowed to play this late!” Dustin shouted.

“Guys guys…” Mike grabbed all their attention. “Listen, we could still get a 20, it’s rare, but possible. Let me roll the dice then we can worry about it later… just, just trust me…” Mike really didn’t have a back up plan and was just as worried as the boys. But he wanted to get it over with.

“Mike you’re insane, but okay.” Lucas followed. “Here.” He tossed the dice over to Mike.

“Thanks.”

Will looked at all three of them with a smile knowing that they would lose, but also he had his fingers crossed under the table where no one could see hoping that Mike would at least get one of the numbers he mentioned earlier and it would work out. He just couldn’t help it.

Mike held the dice close to him, closed his eyes and whispered a few hopeful words. “3… 2… 1!” He threw the dice on to the table. All four boys stood up so fast they knocked some chairs over which led to a big thud and Crashing sound which woke Baby Holly up upstairs. But the boys seemed to not notice and ran straight to the dice.

“WHERE IS IT?!” Dustin yelled.

“HERE! RIGHT HERE!” Lucas pointed to the other end of the table right on the edge. “This has to be good luck…”

All four ran up to it and looked over at the dice, but it was too crowded for them to all see and Will somehow made it to the front first.

“Well… what is it?!” Mike said in a panicky voice.

Will studied the dice for anticipation and continued with it while he spoke. “It’s… it’s a- 14!!” Will shouted happily at first, but remembered he needed to stay in character. “I mean…. Noooo! A 14! You guys have a chance…”

The three boys looked at each other with both a bit of hope, but also terrified at the same time. Where were they going to find a fourth person?! It was going to be impossible.

Just then, they heard the door open upstairs. As the boys tried to act and remain calm, they noticed the chairs on the floor and finally heard the cries coming from upstairs.

“Shi- shoot! Baby holly! We’re in deep Trouble…” Mike said. “Hurry! The chairs! Pick them up and act normal…” he loudly whispered.

Though Karen loved the fact Mike always had his friends over, it was starting to get a bit too much with Holly being so little and both Ted and Karen trying to get Holly to fall asleep on her own. This would be not the first time they work Holly up, it’s been many times. The last time the boys got told to go to bed or go home. They ended up having to quietly and awkwardly watch a movie. This couldn’t be good this time.

All boys sat the chairs up and sat down quietly looking at each other, while also looking at the stairs waiting for their real death time. This is the first time all boys were quite and sat still, but to their luck, well maybe, it wasn’t Karen who came down, it was Mike’s older sister. Nancy.

“Mike, you’re dead. Absolutely dead.” Nancy angrily said.

“Great. I don’t know what’s worse” Mike mumbled.

Mike and Nancy never fully got along really. Nancy would really only be nice to him when his friends were around, and sometimes on rare occasions they both would get along.

“Mom made me come downstairs to tell all you dumb heads to keep your voices down. She’s mad. You woke Holly up…”

“Dumb heads?” Lucas questioned.

“Sorry. Tell mom we’ll be more quite… is she going to send us home?” Mike asked.

“No. Well I don’t know. Consider yourselves lucky she sent me down even though I’m not too happy. You interrupted me and Barbs conversation.” Though the story Nancy was telling wasn’t fully true, she didn’t want to tell them it was herself who offered to tell the boys to be quite. Karen was about to come down, but Nancy just had gotten off the phone with Barb and couldn’t help but to offer. For some reason she felt bad for them last time and would’ve felt bad this time too. Karen was not happy.

“Oh… well just call her back.” Mike said.

“It’s not that easy Mike…” Nancy snapped back

“Can’t you just, you know, dial the number again and she’ll answer?” Lucas replied.

Nancy gave him a glare, though he was confused he noticed Nancy became a little more snappy with her brother and somewhat the rest of them. He knew what is was like to have siblings, and a sister, but he also knew mike and her and didn’t want to start an argument. He put both his hands up and looked away.

“So now what. We don’t have a forth person. The game is already basically over.” Dustin said. “Worse game ever.”

“I mean, there’s still a chance we can find someone….” Will said. Hoping they would get the hint.

“Who? My dad? My mom?? Baby holly?!” Mike was very annoyed with everything that just happened and the game itself. He was really stumped till he saw Will who kept glancing at his sister. He didn’t know why she was just standing there, but also this was his only chance. A chance to win a game. He took a deep breath. “Nancy… um… well…. if you would like, would you want to be in our game? Just for a round? Only to help create a character?” His friends(except Will who smiled) looked at him like he was insane. Mike knew she would say no, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask. He closed his eyes tight, and under the table he was crossing his fingers… maybe she would say yes.

“You’re asking me to help create a character for your game??” Nancy asked.

Mike already started to regret everything.

“Well I guess…. What do I have to do?”

Everyone looked at her in shocked. Dustin smiled, he missed when she used to interact with them. Mike missed it too, but unlike Dustin, he tried to hide his smile.

The boys explained the directions to what they had to do and how this happened, Nancy actually seemed intrigued and like the idea of creating a character and already had a few ideas. She actually felt a little excited for this.

“Okay so do we choose our own partners, or does cursed Will over there choose for us?” Lucas asked.

Will smiled mischievously… “I’ll choose” he said as he was taping his fingers. “Lucas and Mike, Dustin and Nancy.” It was quick. Will knew right away, he knew they would all work together well enough with no fighting or awkward tension. Again, the Evil could never take over Will. Never.

The kids all agreed and got things set up. “You all have 30 minutes to create a character. This character can only be used once for now. Make it good, I will then decide who wins and who will enter the game, may the best character win..” Will was loving his role so much. He couldn’t wait to tell his mom and Jonathan what night he had.

Everyone gathered up in their groups to start creating their characters… this was going to be exciting. The plan went much better than anyone thought. Maybe Dustin was wrong, this might’ve been one of their best games yet.

(to be continued…)

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Today I went to a "beginner's guide to D&D" event at a local board game store, because I've been looking for a D&D group to join to try and make friends in a new city (I have no idea how to find friends who aren't coworkers or classmates). I'm not actually new to D&D, technically I started playing almost 20 years ago. But I figured I could probably use a refresher, since I haven't played D&D since like 2015, and that was just two short sessions with a friend from boy scouts and his high school group. I've played other RPGs in the meantime, and there's a ton I've absorbed through cultural osmosis by being somebody online who's interested RPGs and fantasy, but I haven't actually played it myself for a while so I figured my understanding of the rules was probably a little rusty.

The event ended up being a one-on-one thing, since nobody else showed up but me. I told the guy beforehand about my previous experience and that I really just needed to be reminded how it works instead of being taught. His response was basically "oh okay cool" and then he launched into the same starting-from-square-one spiel he's probably given every Sunday for the past two years, explaining to me that can pick different classes and races and what it means to act in character. Some of the stuff he said was helpful, because I'd either forgotten it (like how hit dice work) or has just never learned (my friend only taught my the standard array method of picking stats and not point buy or rolling your stats).

But some of what he said wasn't even right, like when he said spellcasting ability is always based on either intelligence or wisdom, even though sorcerers warlocks bards and paladins all have their spellcasting ability based on charisma. And some of it was technically correct but wasn't conveyed in a way that would be useful to new players, like when he told me the mathematical formula for determining ability modifiers instead of just saying it's +/-1 for every even number above/below 10. I also felt like I couldn't correct him or even ask any high level questions past a certain point, because after you let someone prattle on explaining how attack rolls work it would have felt like a faux pas to hear him recommend the 2014 starter set for new players and say "Personally I think Dragons of Stormwreck Isle from the new starter set is a better introductory adventure than Lost Mines of Phandelver, it puts a greater emphasis on character agency and as a first-ever encounter the drowned sailors are a lot more balanced than the goblin ambush."

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lunarbard · 5 months

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It's probably fair to at least have a record somewhere on here of where my particular interests in fantasy, ttrpgs, & fantasy ttrpgs largely stem from. Mainly because I have rather strong opinions on various bits of the hobby that stem from how I was introduced to it.

My dad played AD&D when he was a kid. When I was a kid, the computer room closet had a few boxes full of artifacts from that time, including the core rulebooks and some lead miniatures (several of which my dad & his brothers had casted themselves using other minis to make the molds). I spent many elementary school nights once my homework was done (or forgotten) sitting on a stool behind my dad in that room as he played Temple of Elemental Evil or Baldur's Gate, and when he was done my dad would pull down the boxes and show me some of the stuff he had encountered in the game in those rulebooks.

Shortly before my dad was reassigned to Boston for a few years (while the rest of us stayed put for the school system), he offered to run some D&D for the ~11yo me. I agreed enthusiastically, and he rolled up a party for me: paladin, fighter, ranger, cleric, thief, and wizard. Then we sat down and he started Against the Cult of the Reptile God.

Nothing about the adventure is too important here (other than my irrational love for rangers originating in everyone but my ranger and wizard failing rolls and fleeing from a zombie in the dungeon), but two things my dad said have stuck with me ever since:

At the very beginning, my dad greeted me as the innkeeper, and I asked him what I could say. His response was: "What you say is what your character says."

At one point I got hyper-paranoid about traps. My dad rolled everything (including attack rolls) behind his DM screen, and after I checked a door for traps he rolled and said I saw nothing. I claimed that since he rolled dice, there must be traps. He just said "I roll dice to roll dice."

Some years later I attended a week-long coding summer camp a few years in a row. One of those summers, a bunch of the campers who were staying over multiple weeks had started running a D&D game. Several of the other campers thought that sounded fun, and I, being the only one among them who had anything close to an experience playing D&D, volunteered to run something for them.

Mind you, the mechanics of any edition of D&D had been a complete black box for me by this point.

So I got everyone around the table, someone found a dice app we could all download, people got paper, and I went around and asked people what they wanted their character to be. I took someone's idea and told them some weapons they might have and two or three abilities, like the dwarven berserker had a rage of some kind. Then we just played theater of the mind off of d20 rolls plus some basic stats I don't recall, and had fun with that for the three remaining nights.

I eventually picked up 5th edition, and after some false starts through highschool I found Matt Colville's Running the Game videos in college and started a 5e campaign for my friends. We had far too many people at the start (coming out as trans cut the number to a reasonable amount), the first encounter was a near-tpk, the game was linear as hell, and none of us fully knew what we were doing, but in a year the party hit level 20 (spending 75% of that time above 10th level) and slew an evil god.

It's been four years and several partial campaigns since. I've basically got the rules of 5th edition D&D memorized, and have spent most of my time struggling against them. A mountain of systemic 5e homebrew docs lie in the wake of my attempts to shift the system just a bit to fit what it felt like watching my dad play those old crpgs & playing AD&D with him.

In that time I also joined a second group where I got to be a long-term player, which honed in my opinions on what I want from a system as a player. The biggest impact was tactical combat getting massively demoted in my priority list.

I have no loyalty to any mechanics or editions, only to that rose-tinted experience. As I've had time to really step back and evaluate what I enjoy now and what I chafe against, I really started looking into other options for a solution.

I've browsed a lot of ttrpgs for something that scratches the itch, but most tend to fall on one side or another of gritty heroism, either leaning too far from the heroism or too into narrative mechanics. Although, honestly, attribute functions have been far too much of a factor (in second place: existence of classes/playbooks, inventory systems).

That leads to the two years I've spent tinkering with various ideas for yet another fantasy heartbreaker. I call it a heartbreaker because it's nothing too special, but this game isn't meant to sell to anyone. I'm making it for me, and trying desperately to make it teachable to my friends.

#D&D #ttrpg #dnd

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umitscomplicated · 1 year

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Falcon

We texted for like a day before I decided I wanted to see him again. I asked if he likes board games, and he said yes, so I invited him to a board game bar I had been wanting to go to. He texted me like 7 minutes early to say he was there. I am a barely-on-time kind of person on the best days, and typically a 5 minutes late kind of person. So I texted him an update at a stop light, and finally got there 3 minutes late. He told me later he was actually there like 30 minutes early, but didn’t want to say that because it was too early and would seem weird.

We hug hello, then go in and grab a table, and start debating on what game to play. He’s a big fan of Betrayal at House on the Hill, which is my least favorite board game of all time, so that was a fun discussion. We considered a few different games when I learned that 1- neither of us are great at making decisions, and 2- he had never played Catan. That’s like the gateway drug of strategy games, so I decide we have to play that one. I explain the rules and set up the game and talk about why it’s cool - the board changes every time you play. We play, and I offer some strategy tips along the way, but multiple times he decides not to make a move like building a road, because “I’ve got time.” So I obviously win. I maybe should have warned him about my competitive nature and particular skill at Catan (Raven won’t play it with me because I’m too good), but oh well. A lot of it was I had lucky dice rolls at the end of the game that set me up.

We now realize we have been just sitting playing a game and decide we should maybe order drinks and snacks. I get a gluten free cherry lime sour beer, he gets water, and we split some chips with salsa and queso. We decide to pick out the next game based on, basically, the cover. We pick up Potion Explosion. It’s a game where marbles represent potion ingredients, and you make potions to earn points. It looks kind of cute and cheesy, but was actually very fun. There was more strategy to it than we thought initially, and we both really thought about some of our moves. I won again, but he was again pretty good natured about it, and really did not seem to care either way. We did both note that the down side to this game was that neither of us were familiar with it, so we spent a significant amount of time reading the rules, which meant less time getting to actually talk to each other. We decided the next game had to be something that either one of us knew how to play, or had a laughably short rule book.

That was how we ended up playing the three little pigs game. You roll 5 dice, and the goal is to build the most and strongest houses by the end of the game. Occasionally you roll two wolf faces, and have a chance to try and blow down someone else’s house. This one was actually really cute. And he was really cute playing it. See, the game ends when two of the nine draw piles are exhausted. Multiple times, he could have drawn a tile to end the game, and win, but instead chose to draw from another pile, because he wanted to keep playing. This one was short and quick, and had both “kid friendly” and “adult friendly” rules, so we played twice. I won 1 and he won 1.

Then we played a bit of Mysterium Park. Mysterium is my #2 favorite board game, and Mysterium Park is a smaller standalone version. This one is a super interesting game, because it’s all about the artwork and interpretation. He didn’t do very well the first round with guessing my visions, so I talked through my thought process behind them, and by the third round he had it figured out. We were discussing that when the bar gave the warning that they were about to close. We had both been having so much fun that we didn’t realize how late it was (11pm on a Thursday).

We walked out together and chatted for a few minutes in the parking lot before hugging goodbye. I got in my car feeling a little blown away. Before even leaving the parking lot, I texted him:

“You should have kissed me.”

Later he responded saying that he really thought hard about it, but in the end he didn't because he was afraid of crossing boundaries.

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ithisatanytime · 2 years

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guess who got the cops called on him, thats right, this bitch right here. basically i was just a rantin and a ravin in my room as i do when i am out of cigarettes and my mothers boyfriend is scamming me for foodstamps when there was a rap tap tapping on my bedroom door i said “GO AWAY YOU DO NOT WANT ME TO COME OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT NOW” i dont think i could have been more clear but no dice, i had to come out, i was upset, but eventually i calmed down and explained that i was getting fucked on these foodstamps and have been for a year, those are my fucking foodstamps. i just wanted a portion of my foodstamps so i could eat guilt free knowing i was eating my share (and finally have enough) again this are my food stamps i should not have to ask, but apparently that doesnt work because of the way my moms boyfriend cooks, it wouldnt even save him any money if i spent only a PORTION of my allotted foodstamps and they spent the rest of theirs as well as the rest of mine because he makes meals with too big of portion sizes, AKA a bunch of fucking bullshit, so my mom and my sister and her boyfriend are all acting like im trying to steal whats mine, and only a portion at that, i took the guy outside just to talk to him about everything, we used to be cool but we havent talked in like a year and he treats me like a bitch when my mom is in the room, one on one he still was basically calling me a fucking liar about how shit works around here, and when we got back in the house i tried to patch things up with my mom and she would not stop insulting me etc. and her boyfriend kept agreeing with her and shit and giving snide looks to my mother, this is all my moms boyfriends they punk me out to my face, ive had enough you know so i told the guy “if my girlfriends son was in a screaming match with my girl i wouldnt have it” (this is not true) i said we should just take care of it right then and there, i told him i wouldnt press charges if i lose, do you know what this man did? he started calling the cops, i sat next to him on the couch while he dailed like “ok dennis its nine one one” and i was talking to the operator like “yes thats jacob, J A C O B” and then while we waited for the cops to arrive i was just going “PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY, I SMELL PUSSY” maybe not my finest moment (but maybe it was too) this coward was like “i would kick your ass” early on in the confontation, dude has a good sixty pounds on me, i wanted to know if that was true!

anyway the cops rolled up, three of them, and i did that thing where you hold your arm up and point down at yourself “this guy right here officers” and approached them, they asked what was going on and i responded “well ive been irrate, very hostile and i just dont know what im gonna do” they didnt like that one, but by the end i had all three of them laughing out loud multiple times, i just told them my story honestly, the one cop gave me three cigarettes from his police cruiser and they gave me a strict order to stay on this porch. its fucking hillarious because of the way my mother is ive literally been trapped on this porch for over a year and she says some shit like “no one told you, you had to stay on this porch” but the police gave me very specific instructions. i knew i wasnt getting my damn foodstamps. all three cops shook my hand and shit when they left, when they asked if i had somewhere to go i said not really but i had asked my mom to use her phone to call my aunt and at first she was like “ok” but then as i walked into my room she went “no i dont want them coming here” like theyve been here before they know where we live, i knew she would renig, but when i told the cops this, i saw them asking her if i could call my aunt, and she said no, and from that point on they knew she was actually crazy. what a day.

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Journal 75: spaceship method and my future boyfriend

“Okay so it’s hard to explain. Well sometimes but I’ll explain that later. That you can’t just waltz in there like it’s a place. Okay okay okay. So how to do it. Make sure you’re somewhere like in your room. Preferably your room. Make sure you are not like outside. Or around other people because if you reality shift, the people in the same room with you, will feel the effects. Imagine the room that you’re in. Only the room that you’re in. Imagine it moving. Imagine it kind of traveling through a portal. Shit will start to not feel real. It will feel like your somewhere else but it won’t quite look like it. But your walls will kind of look squigly. It’ll look kind of blurry. But that’s because your shifting and that’s what shit will look like when your shifting and sometimes when your shifting um things will be things that people call “glitches in the matrix.” Basically you’ll set something somewhere and suddenly it’s on the other side of the room. Pictures might switch places it’s really weird. But eventually you will reach another reality.” -Steller.Chaos

Loe and I might not be friends anymore but that legit is the only method I have found that works. In order to come back which he didn’t explain in the quote or video the quote is from, is to imagine the same methodology reversed like the reality shifting back like waves of an ocean.

I used the spaceship method to travel ten years in the future. I was at my boyfriends house. It was white and blocky. I physically manifested in the mirror as I greeted me. He seemed shocked and surprised and did a double take when he saw me. The boyfriend Justin. I kinda outed that my atheism was a lie. As I was told their was an anime Disney like movie based off the dreamers exchange and another one based off my adventures as Olive Brimstone. Reminder this book and it series is nonfiction. Dreamers book 8's ending is totally made up btw.

Confession time. For a while now I haven't really aged. It was before all the respawning shit. I stopped around 16. A charm was placed on me by Elohim to appear older and appear to age but I'm unsure if I am to give him credit or credit to the Greek deities or demons I know of getting nature. I've been fueding with E. a Koetting code name Daren Dark. But unfortunately even though I'm winning it's driving me to the point of suicidal ideation. I've respawned successfully that I can truly recall 1nce, then 5-7 times after. I've never been able to do it with a script and it is suicide. It's a second chance suicide. If ound a really nasty guide on respawning via the reality shifters amino and I was disgusted. It was written by someone who though you could write into this reality "heart attack" and be ieakied some where.

Respawning is a second chance when your already desperate to die, when your second guessing those pills you've taken, when you can't do this anymore and you need to fulfill a role. You don't respawn because you want to re roll the dice. I hope to never be the poster child for the mistakes I've made, but I have yet again respawned into a reality where everything's the same but a few things are different. And because of WHAT I am, my history it's complicated. I'm not supposed to die, and when I reset so does the world around me. Things are out of place, and you'd notice should you keep track of it all. I've noticed and even gathered proof. Proof I refuse to share because I am against that morally but it validates all of it TO ME and that's why I own it.

Anyways I don't age. If I loose weight I look younger if I gain weight I look older. I'm not the only bloody person like this. a good accociate of my PJ he is the exact same way, but you'd probably know him if I named him. Anyways! Uhh since I don't age I apparently perfect the charm in the future and even get myself an inhibitor ring. I've broken off all my arrangements with the gotta and my marige with Lucifer. I don't like breaking contracts but I was so fed up with Kowettings bull shit (real name mathew Laurass) that next to comotting suicide I just... Got pissed at the people protecting him.

Anyways you can time travel with just about any reality shifting method. It's not hard. I like the spaceship method. Also I'm starting for emember what my cracks have done. Orange hair dye on a tour buss that Bora made fun off. Crush soda cans and beers or were they root beer. Learning to glock a gun at training and being obsessed on Olympus with archery at the field.

You could certainly tell a movie about me, Olive Brimstone. I've had quite the adventures. Adventures that are now going to continue. The world is stranger than any pop culture fiction. Demigods are real. God's are real. Magic and science are the same thing. Multi verses are bleeding into each other because of me and people like me. I've literally created planets! And I also don't age. I don't expect anyone to believe what I write in my blog or novels or these pages. I don't expect anyone outside of questionable conspiracy multi verses forums on the dark web and obscure portals to know or beelive what I write. And my take away is that if you can't believe it- enjoy it as a fantasy. Because then the story lives on and so do my adventures and they aren't forgotten which matters to me because I don't lie to you. Even of you think I'm full of shit- if this was Harry Potter would it be more paltiable?

So yeah. I live a life some can only dream. But that's not good enough. The myst is real. If you know it you know it, if you don't you don't. The thing is I'm covered by a mega version of it. Called the fog that not even Faerie weilders or Druids or third eyed darma wielding priests can see through without the gods consent.

I've literally swapped bodies with people! My dad is Zues my mother is inana! My life is fucking crazy! So yes. Also you have permission to write me into fiction, CW supernatural style. I don't know why you would need that but here it be in writing my consent no royslites needed to the general public. Just note somewhere at the back of the book or credits I'm a real ass person. Anyways! The fogs got me covered but it might also bend your perception so that if you even can recall what I've written you won't believe me. And now Hades arranged for me and his son N to be of the same kind type or something shit. I don't do the fact kin thing even if it is recirpocsted. But I love him. Welp gotta send this to marcabs something something question marks a clue. See ya! Hope that made sense and if you know you know! If not I like your shoelaces! Chow

- 7:12 PM

Tuesday July 26th 2022

#time travel #timelineagent #mandela effect #nico was here #conspiracy #the question #fantasy #copyright disclaimee #icecream for moses #if you know you know #olove brinstone real person #imortal

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strawberryspence · 3 years

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A Dinner and A Future

Fluff | Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer just wants your first date to be perfect and surprisingly, it goes really well.

Word Count: 3,7k.

Warnings: some cursing, first date nerves, but that's it. just pure mindless fluff.

Writer’s Note: Hello! I've been going through a writing dry spell and the thing that solved it was writing this. I've been seeing a lot of edits on tiktok about Spencer's traumas and I just wanted to give him something simple and happy. I was also listening to Kodaline on repeat while reading this, so yeah it's going be hella sappy. Enjoy! <3

Gif is mine. Lesley Smith-Juniment, you have my heart.

Spencer is nervous.

Wait no, scratch that, nervous is not good enough. He was brimming to the edge with worry and queasiness. What other synonyms does nervous have? Spencer was antsy, anxious, perturbed, uneasy, at this point he can recite the whole thesaurus.

Spencer closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe. He can do this. He has waited for this for a long time and he won’t waste it because of burnt pasta.

Okay, he looks back at the note that David Rossi himself wrote in his own special handwriting.

1. Cook 1 pound pasta until Al Dente. Boy Genius, Al Dente should be firm when bitten. You cook it on a boiling water with salt and oil. SALT AND OIL.

2. While that’s cooking, do nothing. LITERALLY DO NOTHING. Watch it. Do the sauce later. In some miraculous way, if you don’t watch the pasta you’ll burn it.

A grin spreads across Spencer’s face as he puts down the paper and reaches for the fettuccine pasta and dropping it on the boiling water (which he measured with measuring cups he borrowed from JJ)

“Okay, now I wait for it to boil.” Spencer stares at the pasta as it cooks. Did he buy enough parmesan cheese? or enough pecorino cheese? Oh no. He looks over the other side of his counter where all the (complete) ingredients sit and he sighs in relief as if he hasn’t checked it 15 times since he started.

The pasta was still cooking and isn’t going to be firm anytime soon. Spencer ponders if he should just cook the sauce while waiting but he knows he’s going to mess it up if he doesn’t give it his undivided attention.

He looks at the watch on his wrist as it ticks to 5:21. He has one hour, thirty nine minutes and forty six seconds. He still has time before the date. The date with you.

It took him nine months, Derek and Emily annoying him to death to just ask the pretty librarian out, one extensive background research from Penelope, two separate talks of the “You deserve to be happy” advice from JJ and Hotch and one lecture about marriage from Rossi to finally ask you out.

He’s kinda annoyed really because he spent so much time thinking about you and thinking of the perfect way to ask you out but he shows up at the library you work at one day with a cup of coffee in hand and his heart on the other.

You didn’t even hesitate. There was no pause to process what he asked, there was no questions following the embarrassing stumbling of the words, “W-will you go have d-dinner with me? L-like a date... Date?” You immediately said yes with a small hop and the biggest smile on your face.

This date has to be perfect. He asked you to come to his apartment at 7. Spencer would’ve picked you up but he was making you a home made dinner and the date was taking place on the rooftop of you apartment, which Penelope and Derek helped him decorate with lights.

He tries the pasta and when its finally firm to the bite, he takes this as his queue to read the paper again. Of course, he can remember all of the instructions but Rossi still wrote it down and reading it calms his nerves.

3. If its cooked, drain your pasta water but leave a little pasta water on the side. Then you can continue.

4. In a pan on MEDIUM heat (just around 2-3 on the stove setting) cook one pound diced pancetta and 1 cup chopped onions in olive. Put this down and chop chop!

Spencer puts the paper down as he follows the instructions to drain the pasta. After he was done with it he puts the pan on the stove and starts chopping up the ingredients he needs.

Cooking is strangely calming. He never thought he’d find it calming. He always found himself burning stuff. So he sticks to the microwaveable meals and fast foods, even if he knows the statistics about these kinds of food.

After finishing the chopping he reaches over the paper and reads it again.

5. Are you done? Okay. Put the chopped stuff on the pan with olive oil and cook it until the pancetta is browned and onions are soft.

He immediately follows the instructions written. The onion and pancetta create a silent hiss as it hits the pan. As it cook he looks down again.

6. That’s going to take a while, so leave it but stay by its side. I am giving you permission to do two things at once. Dr. Reid, please be mindful of it.

Spencer rolls his eyes before proceeding to #7.

7. Combine the two cheeses. Then divide it in half. Then pour the half into 4 egg YOLKS. Just yolks! The yellow ones! Then beat it lightly until its really combined.

He has already separated the egg yolks from the whites (a job he didn’t think would be that hard but was surprisingly very hard) before he started cooking. He adds the combination of cheeses to the eggs and lightly beats it as he watches the pan of onions and pancetta sizzle.

When done with the egg and cheese combo, he gives the pan a stir before looking back down.

8. Is the egg done? Yes? Good. Is the pancetta and onion good? Yes? Good.

9. Okay, now you put your pasta in the pancetta pan.

10. REMOVE IT FROM THE HEAT! REMOVE IT!

Spencer follows the instructions to the T. He puts the pasta on the pancetta, gives it a stir and immediately removes it from the heat. He sighs in relief. He hasn’t burned anything yet.

11. You haven’t burned anything yet? I am proud of you.

12. Now, pour the egg mixture into the pan and toss the pasta until coated. TOSS IT GENTLY. If you’re scared use tongs.

13. Pour about 1/4 cup of the pasta water I told you to set aside earlier. You don’t have to pour all 1/4 cup, just until you get the creaminess you want.

Spencer reaches over the nearest tongs. He’s not going to toss anything tonight that involves pastas or pans. He’s taking the safe road because he wants everything to be perfect.

14. Add the rest of your cheese! Toss some more and then add salt and pepper as NEEDED!

15. You can serve it with parsley.

16. Now, go take a shower and change into some cleaner clothes.

17. Just be you and have fun, Spencer. Goodluck! :)

Spencer smiles as he puts the paper down and makes the finals touches to the pasta. He starts doing what was instructed and it surprisingly, ends up in the perfect texture. Just like the one he tasted when Rossi had a pasta night.

He was proud of himself as he takes it off the stove and makes sure that all the stoves are turned off. There was this report he read in 2018, that cooking and leaving the stove open was the leading cause of home fires.

He takes the food, puts it into a fancy tupperware (another thing he borrowed from JJ) and puts it in the microwave. He cleans up a little and stuffs the pans and pots to the dishwasher, because you are coming in his apartment even for a second.

He starts getting himself ready for the date with a shower. As the warm water glides through his body he thinks of how funny life could be.

Spencer first meets you in the library. He has not slept well in weeks so instead he opts to go to the library to get some reading done. But as soon as he sits in one of the (surprisingly) comfortable leather chairs, its as if sleep knocks him out. It wasn’t until the closing time that you wake him up and he thinks that you were an angel sent for him. This elicits a giggle from you.

“I am sorry, I am not an angel. I am just the librarian and we’ve been close for over an hour now. I just didn’t want to wake you up. You looked like you really needed that sleep.” Spencer immediately jumps to his feet as he apologizes profusely to the kind librarian, “Oh, it’s okay! Don’t say sorry. I was also reading so I didn’t mind the peace and quiet.”

That’s how Spencer meets you. He comes back a few days later after a case with coffee, croissant and an apology. You immediately become friends and thats how all of this started. Spencer finds himself falling in love with the kind, gorgeous, clever librarian faster than he expected.

Every week after that, Spencer comes to the library with pastries and coffees for his favourite librarian and every week, you welcome Spencer with a warm smile and a new book for him to read. He can read it in one sitting but he reads it in the slowest pace he could so it can last for a week.

Spencer comes out the shower and stares at his closet. Should he go casual or formal? Casual or formal? Its just dinner, he’s chill and casual is the way. He picks one of the few plaid shirts that he has and puts it on with a white shirt underneath. He tries to brush his hair, it sits for a moment before it starts curling again. He cringes but leaves it be.

Spencer proceeds to the kitchen to start packing the food into a wicker basket (that he also borrowed from JJ, he basically borrowed her whole kitchen). He packs the utensils in a table napkin that comes with the basket. The main course for the date was the carbonara, and the dessert was a tiramisu Penelope made.

He reaches over his sofa where the bouquet of paper flowers are. He made it a few nights ago with Penelope’s help. He stayed up to make more of it with old books he found in the BAU.

Because what kind of flowers is the best flowers for librarians? Origami flowers made with old book pages.

He shouldn’t be nervous. You’ve been friends for all the months that he didn’t have enough courage to ask you out. You’ve taken trips to old bookstores together for book hunting. This shouldn’t be different from your other trips.

The pitter patter of rain against his window takes him out of his thoughts.

“Shit! Is it raining!?” Spencer yelps, before opening the closed curtains. Beads of water runs down his windows and if its any other day he would love it. But not tonight, when he planned a rooftop date. He cringes as he thinks of the fairy lights hanged up and the table set up that is probably soaked now.

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Think, Spencer, think.” Spencer thinks fast. He finds the extra table cloth that JJ gave him because “Just in case.” He reminds himself to buy her a bottle of wine as a thank you. He places it in his small kitchen table before taking the utensils out of the basket and placing it on the table in a fancy way.

Candles. Does he have candles? Spencer scrambles around his kitchen, like a chicken without its head, looking for candles and he finds it underneath the kitchen sink. He lights some of it up and props it into some glasses (he doesn’t have a candle holder he realizes after lighting it up).

With the lights dimmed down leaving the light from the window and the light from the candles, his dark apartment gives off a romantic, kind of comfortable, vibes. It was kind of perfect because with the books on his shelves and the lighting, it actually has the same vibes a library gives off.

He was ready now, bouquet of paper flowers in hand. He can’t believe how smooth things are going, minus the damn rain. Only thing that’s missing is you.

A knock comes to the door and he instantly opens it. There you were, hair a bit wet and messed up from the rain.

His future was bundled up in a cozy cardigan and a pair of jeans right in front of his eyes and he didn’t even know it.

“Hi.” Spencer smiles.

“Hi.” You smile.

“A little to the right. No. No. Too much right, now give it a little bit to the left.” You sigh, your hand under your chin, “No, no, baby, its crooked.”

“Love, can we do this later? The pancetta is going to burn.” Spencer laughs as he climbs down the ladder with the frame.

“But you said you’ll help me with putting up the frames!” You pout at him, Spencer chuckles before kissing your nose, “I know but you also asked for my famous carbonara and I can’t do both at the same time.”

“Hmmm. I still don’t think you can call it yours when its originally Dave’s.” You follow him to the kitchen, zigzagging through the boxes of books you’ve both barely opened.

“What he doesn’t know, won’t kill him.” He winks at you before giving the pancetta and onions a stir.

“It already smells good, love.” You snake your arms through his waist and lean your head on his back. Spencer lets go of the spatula and spins around to face you.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Go unbox some of the books and I’ll call you when its cooked so we can fix the frames. Okay?” Spencer kisses the top of your head and lets you go.

You walk out of the kitchen to the hallway full of boxes full of books. You chuckle as you open the nearest box and its just full of chemistry books. You push it to the room where Luke, Derek and Spencer has built shelves for all of your books. An olive green couch sits in the corner beside the built in fireplace.

Hmmm. This is your home library but as a former librarian the dewey decimal is calling you. But then again, the books you and Spencer have doesn’t have classifications on them. You began unpacking the chemistry books and placing it on the shelf. You can hear the distinct hiss of the pan and Spencer humming Kodaline’s The One.

You push in another box from the hallway to the room and its another one of Spencer’s, this one full of philosophy books. You start unpacking it to the shelf below the chemistry books before stopping as you pull out a book that doesn't belong with the philosophy books. A smile graces your face as your hands glides unto it. It was the book Spencer bought for you on your first anniversary.

The Peter Pan cover is a bit tattered, it was an older edition he found in your favorite old bookstore. You open the book and Spencer’s messy writing greets you with nostalgia.

“We are most alive when we are in love. Thank you for making me feel alive everyday for the past year. Happy Anniversary, love. I live a full life as I love you fully.”

You smile at the book before hugging it to your chest. You sigh deeply as you looked around the room and how it felt so surreal to be in the new home you share with Spencer.

“Love, I am finish. Come meet me in the hallway!” You leave the book on the shelf as you hear Spencer calling you.

“Are you helping me with the frames?” You clap, excited to finally put up the frames. Spencer smiles as he sees you excited to put up the pictures.

“Yes, okay you need to tell me if they’re straight okay?” He instructs before climbing the ladder.

“To the right, just a bit. Oh! Perfect!” You scramble to reach for another frame as he comes down the ladder to move it, “Here! This one.” He climbs again and you instruct him with directions for the frame again.

After a few more frames, he finally comes down and looks at the frames you asked to be put up.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Spencer smiles down at you and gives your cheek a kiss as he wraps his hands around your waist, “It is. Thank you for framing them.”

The frames comes in different shapes and forms, the biggest one in the middle is the picture of your wedding day. Your wedding took place in a library you immediately fell in love with when looking for places to get married at.

In the picture, you were smiling, your head rested on Spencer's shoulder as he reads a Harry Potter book he found in the kids section. It was a candid moment, both of you running to the back of the shelves to get a moment to yourselves after the wedding and the photographer snapped it before leaving the two of you in peace.

Beside it are pictures with the team on the wedding day, some on thanksgiving, christmas, new year with the BAU team, some with your family, some with Diana and in the corner is a shadow box containing the paper bouquet that Spencer gave you on your first date, the same exact flowers that was in your hands as you walk down the aisle to him.

“So, how's the first six months of officially being a Reid-Y/L/N?” Spencer teases as he lets you go from the back hug to face you and you roll your eyes at him, “Oh very hard. They hear Reid and they immediately expect greatness.”

Spencer laughs, “Same as the last name Y/L/N.” This time your the one who laughs at his statement, “Uhhh. I am not the one with 3 PhDs and 3 BAs.”

“And I am not the one whose a New York Times best selling author.” Spencer laughs even more when he sees your nose crinkles, making his heart dance and swell in glee.

“Hey, let’s dance.” He takes your arms and leaves it on his shoulders as he wraps his arms on your waist.

“We don’t have music, you silly goofy boy.” Spencer rolls his eyes at the endearment used, “I’ll sing.” He hushes you down.

“You make my heart feel like it's summer when the rain is pouring down.” Spencer’s singing voice was soft and sweet in the edges. Most nights you lull him to sleep with your humming to keep the monsters at bay and some days, his better days, he’s the one who sings and these were the days you treasure the most.

“You make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong, that's how I know you are the one... That’s how I know you are the one.” He sways you to the gentle buzz of his voice. You close your eyes as he sings the same song he sings to your ears on the dance floor for you first dance as a married couple.

“When we are together, you make me feel like my mind is free and my dreams are reachable hmmm.” Spencer hums as he runs his hands on your back. Your head on his chest and your ear listening to the way his heart is beating for you.

“You know I never ever believed in love, I believed one day that you would come along and free me.” Spencer feels at ease as he sways and sings, knowing that he’ll have you in his arms for the rest of his life.

The song ends but you and Spencer continue to sway to the music of silence.

“Can you believe its been 4 years since our first date?” Spencer asks, in disbelief of how fast time is running when he’s with you. You pull away from his chest so you can face him. You find a small spark in Spencer’s eyes as he thinks fondly of the night.

“Really? 4 years since our first date got rained on and Penelope cried because we broke all her fairy lights?” Spencer laughs before protesting, “Hey! I paid for that!”

"4 years later and I still can't get enough of that damn carbonara." Spence cackles, like an evil villain, "Don't tell Rossi that I stole his recipe for my beautiful partner."

"4 years later and I am still completely in love with you." Spencer smiles as he leans down to place a small kiss on your temple.

"4 years since I almost completely lost my mind because I was so nervous about our date." You roll your eyes, "Love, our first date was perfect. We've had this debate how many times now?"

"19 times." Spencer answers and you pinch his nose before looking around the room that’s still full of unopened boxes, “See. We should probably eat lunch and unpack. Why do we even have so many boxes of books?”

“Honey, you were a librarian and you are a writer. I am a professor and FBI agent that can read 20,000 words per minute.” Spencer answers as he looks around the unpacked house.

You smile fondly at him before standing on your tiptoes a bit to reach him and give him a kiss and he immediately steadies you with his hands. Kissing you was intoxicating and Spencer loves every bit of it. You only pull away when the kiss finally takes away your breathe.

“I love you, Spence.” You smile as you hold his face in your hands, “I love you more, sweetheart.” He smiles at you as you untangle yourself from him.

“Let’s eat your famous carbonara and unpack the rest of our house. It doesn’t really feel like home when all we can see is boxes.” You giggle before dragging him to the kitchen, making Spencer sit on the island as you prepare the pasta he cooked. Spencer watches you as you sing and dance through the kitchen in one of his old cardigans.

He doesn’t say anything but you were wrong. Home is not four walls with unpacked boxes and hundreds of books.

Home was when you showed up bundled in a cardigan, wet from the rain for your first date with him and home is still you, four years later, bundled up in his old cardigans and singing songs that magically fills and heals the crevices of his heart.

the recipe i copied for the famous carbonara!

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