#i was gonna have the eyes float underneath the hat

[nyxierinasarts]

I've been seeing a lot of Swap!AUs for The Amazing Digital Circus and I thought I'd take a crack at it.

Most Swaps just kinda have Pomni in Caine's clothes. But I thought that it'd be more interesting if Swap!Pomni was closer to Caine, in not having a full face. So Pomni here is really just some floating eyes on a hat with hair. Cursed? Probably.

I might do Caine and the rest of the circus in the future. Who knows.

[dumbstuffsstuff]

Wanderer And The Samurai || Switch!Scara and Kazuha

“Try and catch me! Or are you too slow?” The Wanderer giggles. He runs through the Liyue plains, Kazuha on his trail.

The two were practicing battle, playing with each other to see who was better. The samuri was powerful! But his powers were no match for the fatui harbinger’s little mischievous tricks. While Kazuha was charging at him to “finish him off”, Scara had scurried out of the way and pulled on Kazuha’s hair tie instead. Then he ran off with it. Kazuha was taken aback, expecting the also-very-powerful harbinger to fight back and win, but alas, he would fail to take their fight seriously (again).

Not that Kazuha minded. He enjoyed his friend’s company and sometimes childish behavior. He realized that underneath the stern and serious persona that the Wanderer makes out to be, is just a playful boy.

“Get back here!”

Scara uses his anemo element to float slightly in the air and turn back to find his friend. He jumps when Kazuha is actually very close. But he is a samuri after all. He throws wind in Kazuha’s direction to tease him. It makes Kazuha’s running slow down and his hair comes undone, his hairtie flying away into the distance.

“Ack!” Kazuha tries to fix his hair so it stops flying in his face, “That’s so cheating!”

“Are you really going to chase me down for an artifact?”

“Yes, I need it!”

Scara was sure to lose Kazuha and win this chase, but he was completey surprised when Kazuha used his own anemo powers to practically throw himself into the air. He flew and tackled Scaramouche to the ground.

Scara lay sorely on the grass, but when he opened his eyes his expression went blank. Kazuha was sitting on his waist. Looking down at him with deep red eyes and tucked his hair behind his ears.

“Can I have that now, please?”

Even Kazuha’s gentle voice was enough to make Scara blush lightly. Which Kazuha doesn’t notice. The harbinger gets out of his trance and holds the artifact above him to where Kazuha had to reach to get it.

“Go on, grab it!”

“You’re so childish!” Kazuha places his hands on the Wanderer’s midriff. He ends up squeezing his side while trying to reach up to grab the artifact with his other hand.

“EEp!”

Kazuha obtains the feather and looks at his friend with a concerned look, afraid he’d hurt him.

“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“No… Now get off!” Scara tries to buck his friend off but it’s no use. He’s now more visibly flustered and squirmy.

“Why are you so red all of a sudden?” Kazuha realizes that he’s still holding the other’s side. To that he smiles warmly.

“S-Shut up.” Scara grabs his hat and hides his wobbly smile.

The Scaramouche Fatui Harbinger is usually very bold and knows how to tease others to get under their skin, but now the tables have turned for him. He was the one being teased. And by none other than the Inazuman samuri.

Scara grips his hat as he feels squeezes against his sides again. He shivers trying to hold his laughter, and avoids eye contact with his attacker.

“Don’t hide your smile from me, I like to see it.” Kazuha moves his hat out of the way, but Scara just pulls it back, shaking his head and keeping his mouth shut.

“Why are you ignoring me?” The blonde pretends to be hurt. He then takes the Wanderer’s hat and places it on his own head.

“There, now you can’t hide from me. Now what’re you gonna do huh?” Kazuha scribbles the harbinger’s sides. He jolts and almost lets out a laugh but he couldn’t let this guy be satisfied. So instead, Scaramouche blew a raspberry at Kazuha, and finally letting himself laugh as Kazuha wiped off the spit from his face.

“Now you’re getting it!”

“NAHAHAHA!!”

“Hey y’know? I forgot I put this here, thanks for finding it for me,” Kazuha pulls the artifact from his pocket. He waves it menacingly in front of the other’s face. The blue haired boy blushes and protests, but his pleads were unheard.

“N-No! You can’t do this!”

“But I can, there’s nothing stopping me~”

“NononononOHOHO!!”

Kazuha twirls the feather around Scara’s stomach, occassionally dipping it into his navel.

“WAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAH!! STOHOHOP THAT!!”

“Stop what?”

“TIHIHICKLING MEEHEHEH!!”

“Tickle you? Well sure, if you insist!”

“NOOOOO!!”

“You’re so ticklish! For a harbinger.”

“SHUHUT UP!!” Scara places his hands over his burning face. To which Kazuha grabs them and lifts them, throwing the feather to the side and pinching his hips.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! NOT MY HIHIPS!”

“You’re bad here too? Where are you not ticklish?”

That’s a good question.

Scaramouche bucks around trying to get the samuri off. But he’s weakened by the tickles.

“Tickle tickle~”

“DOHOHONT TEHEASE ME!” Scara scowls.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this.”

“WAIT!”

Kazuha digs his hands into Scaramouche’s armpits. He clamps his arms down to his sides, covering his midriff, but it does little to protect him.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHHA! STOHOHOPP!! IT TIHIHICKLES! EHEHEEHEE!!”

“You’re giggling!”

“NOHO IM NAHAHAAT!!”

“You are, and it’s adorable.”

“PLEHEHEASE SHUT UHUP!”

“The more you insult me, the more i’ll tickle you.” Kazuha blows a raspberry on the boy’s stomach and abdomen. Scara is at this point, red and teary eyed.

“OHOHOKAY! OHOKAY IM SOHOHORRY! PLEHEASE!”

“Who’s the best anemo warrior in all of Teyvat?”

“UGHHNNN…”

“Hmm?” He tickles his armpits again.

“WUAHAHAHAHA!! YOHOHOUU!! ITS YOHOHOU!!! AHAHAHAHAH!!! PLEHEASE LET ME GOHOHOO!”

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” Kazuha smiles and lets up, “Aside from your pretty laughter of course.”

Scaramouche glares at him, his face still red and the tear marks stain his cheeks. He pushes his friend off of him and punches him lightly in the arm.

“Ahaha! Ow! Don’t make me do it again!” Kazuha reaches for the harbinger’s leg, but Scaramouche is quick to react this time. He instead grabs the blonde’s wrist and pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“SCARA!” Kazuha gasps frightened.

“Now it’s my turn~!”

“NOnonono! Scara, please, I’m sorry! You don’t have to do this!”

“Yes I do!” He blows a raspberry on the back of the other’s neck.

“AHhahahahah!! Nohoho!! Ihihi’m so tihihicklish plehehease!”

“Well that works out great for me then.”

“NOHOhohoho!” He spiders his hips and his sides, sometimes poking his lower ribs, which makes Kazuha jump.

“EEHEP! AHhahahaha! OHOHOKAY! You gohot me back! Now stahahap!”

“You think we’re even?! Hell no!”

“SCAHAHAHARAAHAHAH!!”

Scaramouche tickles his tummy, scribbling across his stomach and using the feather to lightly dust his lower stomach. Kazuha let’s out a sort of belly laugh, a laugh Scara has never heard before. Actually, he’s never heard Kazuha laugh like this at all before. Kazuha on the other hand sucks in his stomach but it fails to give him relief.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHEHREE SCAHAHARA!! IHIHITS SOHOHO BAD!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! HEHEHELPPP SOMEONE HELP!”

“Nobody will hear you out here.”

“AHAHAH!! THIS IS CRUEHEHEL!”

“Is it?” Scara squeezes Kazuha’s thigh, making him squeal. Kazuha blushes after making the embarrassing noise, and Scara also gets flustered, enjoying every noise that flows from the other.

“EEK! NO! NOHOT THERE!”

“Not here?” Kazuha had rolled out of Scara’s lap, giving Scara the opportunity to remove the younger’s boot and scribble over his socked foot. Except his sock was made of a thin silk, if it didn’t protect his foot it in fact made it worse!

“EEEEHEHEHEHEHE!! AHAHAHA SCAHAHARA PLEHEHEASE! NO MOHOHOREE!”

“Say I am the best anemo warrior in all of Teyvat! Admit it!”

“YOU’RE-! AHAHAH!! WAHAIT!”

“Say it!”

“YOU AAHAREEE!!”

“Good enough,” Scara shrugs and stops his assult. Kazuha rolls back into his friend’s lap, grabbing his midriff to get rid of the ghost tickles. He’s blushing and smiling so warmly, that when Scara looks down to see how he’s doing, he ends up feeling a thump in his chest.

He grabs his hat that had fallen on the floor and dusts it off, placing it back neatly onto his scuffed hair.

“You’re so annoying…” Scara mumbles with a smile he can’t seem to get rid of no matter how hard he tries.

“Hey,” Kazuha pokes his sides.

“AH!”

“Be nice.”

Scara rolls his eyes. He helps his friend up and they make begin to make their way to the harbor.

“You’re cute when your tickled, yknow that?” Kazuha smirks.

“SHUT-”

———

The End :)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Ocean View

Fandom: Superfam, Batfam, DC Comics

Summary: A pair of shoes, a fragmented memory, and a collection of newspaper clippings.

An empty box of cigarettes, a second phone, and a beach house with locked rooms.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Laney Kent, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Chris Kent, Tim Drake

Relationship(s): JayLaney, Clois

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Secret Identity, Social Media, Romance, Angst

Chapter Three: Beached

It rained that morning. I drove out to the beach house in swim trunks and rainboots. It was beautiful. I got out of the car and knocked on the door. "Hold on, I'll be right there," Jason panted through the intercom. I waited a little while longer, and he pulled the door open so fast that I let out a noise. "Sorry, I was getting the—. You look cute," he smiled.

I followed him into the house and took off my boots, and he offered me a pair of slippers to walk around in on the tile. I shuffled around in them as he led me to the kitchen. Jason made breakfast. I smiled at him, and we made our plates. "Did you get any sleep?" I asked. Jason shook his head gently. I noticed a piece of yarn hanging out of his pocket, and I pulled at it. "What's this?"

"Oh, I'm crocheting," Jason explained. I liked looking at him. The longer I looked at him, the prettier he looked to me. I caught a glimpse of light brown freckles just underneath his eyes. He chuckled nervously, and I looked back down at my plate. "What were you staring at?"

"You're good-looking," I whispered. Jason frowned and looked past me. "Did I say something wrong?"

"I—. No, you didn't say anything wrong. I just—. Can I show you something?" Jason asked. I finished my plate and washed my dish. He playfully nudged me out of his way and washed the dishes. "You gonna let me show you something?" His voice was soft and sweet, and I wanted to kiss him more than I wanted to breathe. I nodded. I wished he would look at me.

After he dried his hands, he took me upstairs and showed me the bedroom. "This is your room if you want to stay the night," Jason whispered. I blinked at him. "This doesn't have to be weird. I know it's still in the city, but—."

"I can stay... Jason, how many rooms does this place have?" I asked.

Jason counted on his fingers. "The attic, the basement, four bedrooms, the downstairs office... Seven technically," Jason answered. Once the sun came out and the rain let up, we went on a walk on the beach. He wore a wig and a hat out. He laced his fingers with mine, and I looked up into the sky. "Do you get to come down to the beach a lot?"

"Mostly for work stuff, but no. Even if I did, I don't think it'd ever get old," I whispered. I loved the gentle mist of the ocean blowing in the wind. I liked the chill. I loved feeling like I was steps away from being swallowed up by the ocean and spit up into the sky. "Can we go swimming?"

Jason nodded, and I took him to the ocean. The waves nipped at our ankles, and I stopped. He gave my hand a little squeeze. "Second thoughts? Too cold?" Jason asked. I took him the rest of the way into the water, and the moment I felt the cold saltwater in my hair, I turned to look at him. He squeezed my hand so tight I thought he'd cut off my circulation.

"You okay?" I whispered. I stopped floating on my back so that I could look at him. "You can swim, right?"

He nodded. "I don't think I've ever been in the ocean before. It's a little offputting," Jason confessed. I noticed that his wig stayed in place, and I laughed. "What?"

"Your W-I-G stayed on," I chuckled. He laughed with me, and his nose wrinkled up and his eyes shut. A small wave hit us, and then there was silence. Jason let go of my hand and floated on his back before grabbing my arm. I relaxed again, and I turned to him. "I've got you, you know?"

Jason loosened his grip, and we floated in the water until it was too cold to keep swimming. We bought two towels and laid them in the sand. I lay on my side, staring at him as I propped myself up with one elbow. He sat with his legs flat and his hands planted behind him. "My mom would've liked this city," Jason mumbled. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach when he said that. I didn't know what I would do without my mom. "You know, I met my birth mom a few years ago... She um... She outed me to a magazine for money. I was only fifteen."

"I remember that... I'm sorry," I whispered. He shrugged. "No, I mean it. I am sorry."

"I shouldn't have brought it up. I kind of feel stupid now for killing such a good—."

"I've never been on a real date before," I confessed. After I said it, I looked straight ahead, so I couldn't see Jason looking at me. "So, I don't mind if you talk about your moms... I just want you to know I'm having a good time with you."

"You have no idea how much that means to me," Jason whispered. I reached over and touched pinkies with him. "Do you think I'm weird?"

I laughed. "Kinda yeah, but I like weird on you... And thanks for taking me to the beach. I haven't felt this good in a long time," I whispered. I meant it. Jason closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he lay back. I got up and moved my towel closer to his, and I lay my head on his chest. He didn't flinch. Jason just laid still. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, and he draped his arm over me. The gentle rise and fall of his chest felt like waves.

I must've fallen asleep because I woke up on his couch, wrapped in a blanket while a movie played on a low volume in front of me. I sat up and looked around, and he was nowhere in sight, but I could hear ticking and buzzing coming from one of the rooms. I got up and wandered around the first floor until I found the source of the noise, and I knocked. "Jason?" I asked. The buzzing and ticking slowed to a stop, and I could hear him cursing. "You okay?"

"Yeah, hold on. Sorry," Jason apologized. After a few moments of listening to him shuffle around, I started to worry, but he answered the door. "I—. You were asleep."

"Whatever you're doing is none of my business. Unless it's illegal, then, in that case, I'd like you to tell me to leave," I whispered. Jason chewed his lip and turned away so I couldn't see him laugh at me.

"It's not illegal. It's just a secret... Which makes it seem illegal, but I promise it's not," Jason reassured me. "I think sometimes my dad thinks I'm doing something illegal here. He can think it if he wants to. I do a lot of crafting, but if I showed you what I was working on, you'd know why it was a secret."

I nodded, and he locked the door on his way out. "You carried me in?" I questioned. Jason nodded as he led me back to the kitchen. He made me a sandwich and looked over at me.

"Tell me about yourself," Jason whispered.

"Lane's my middle name... I'm a Pisces—."

"Oh, he's a Pisces," Jason teased. I chuckled. "Sorry, I'm just messing with you. I'm listening."

"I'm a risk-taker... Which also means I've been in the hospital a lot. I have three tattoos that my parents don't know about, I can only cook three things, and I've dreamt about you a lot—."

"You dream about me?" Jason interrupted. He wasn't smiling, but he didn't seem freaked out either. "You don't have to elaborate if you don't want to."

I didn't know what to say, so I changed the subject. "Do you wanna see my tattoos?" I asked. He nodded. I stood up and pulled my trunks down to my hip bone to reveal two fish circling a fire. It was a small tattoo, but I liked that one best. I knew he wasn't really thinking because he ran his fingers over it. He stopped himself once he realized what he'd done. I chewed my lip. Then I rolled up the leg of my shorts to show him a fern leaf tattoo. Finally, I moved my hair and showed him the little phoenix on the back of my neck.

"Why the phoenix?" Jason asked.

"My brother drew it. It's Chris's," I answered.

[rorywritesjunk]

For these foamy green hills are but saltwater desert

Richie, Mohji's lion, isn't doing so well. The crew end up at a small island with a dwindling population to seek help and Buggy meets Midori, the mayor who is far more stubborn and trusting with his crew than he can really comprehend.

Rating: PG-13, gonna have smut at some point later though. Warnings: Buggy being obnoxious, of course. I'd call this a fast paced slow burn. It takes the place over the course of the week and days are split into two chapters. There's also some drama and other pirates. A/N: Full confession. I honestly wrote this because I have been watching the anime and Richie is one of the best characters. Do I know a lot about the anime? No. Is some of this chaotic and characters OOC? Of course! It's a fanfic. Is it self indulgent? Hell yes. I had fun writing this and wanted to share it. Also, I wrote this more with anime!Buggy in mind since we don't get to see Richie in the live action. Title comes from the song "Dryad's Promise" by Tricky Pixie.

Chapter 2

Day 1 pt 2

“Here, this should do the trick.” Midori said as she handed him the roofing tiles, hammer, and nails. Buggy grumbled as he took them from her. Once she learned what his Devil Fruit power could do, she asked him for help with replacing tiles on her roof. There was an area that was too high for her or anyone else to reach with even the tallest ladder, but with his abilities, she saw a solution. 

His hands and head detached from his body, floating up to the problem area. She sat on the roof across from his body, watching with fascination as it remained still on the roof, not seeming to care that it lacked a head and hands at that moment. It also allowed her to really see his physique. He had left his hat and coat in her home while they climbed the roof, so now he was just in that bright red and white striped shirt and turquoise pants. It was definitely a bright outfit, but she liked it. The shirt fit rather snug, the sleeves showing off the muscle definition of his arms. His pants were a little looser in the legs but the way they hugged his hips had her wondering what he looked like underneath those clothes.

He came back to his body and handed her tools back. “I fixed a few other ones that were about to come loose. You should be fine for the next few storms.”

Her eyes lit up and she smiled brightly at him. His cheeks pinkened and he looked away. “Thank you, Captain.”

“Yea, well… whatever.” He grumbled as he made his way over to the ladder to climb down. She followed after him, hopping off the last rung of the ladder and planting both feet on the ground. She smiled up at him as she set the toolbox down and hoisted the ladder up onto her shoulder before heading to the barn to put it away. He sighed and picked up the toolbox to follow after her. “... So, you take care of this farm on your own?” 

She glanced back at him and nodded. “My parents moved me and my five brothers here when I was young. We all helped run it, but then my parents died and my brothers decided to move on, so I’ve been taking care of it for the last ten years.”

“Ten years? By yourself?” He asked, sounding surprised. It wasn’t a large farm but it was definitely too big for one person to manage. “Why don’t you have anyone to help you? Why aren’t you married so someone can help?”

“Hm?” She chuckled. “Well, I tried to get married, but he wanted to leave the island and… I just wasn’t ready to do that. This place is my home and I’ll be the last one here.” She glanced back at him with a smile. “I know I keep repeating myself, but this place is so beautiful and peaceful. I don’t want to leave.”

“So you’ll die here then? When you’re the last one?” He scoffed as he opened the barn door for her. She stepped inside to put the ladder away and he followed in after her, closing the door. She replaced the ladder then pointed out where the tools went for him. “How are you that stubborn?”

“Why does the idea of me staying here until the end bother you so much, Captain Buggy?” She asked as she crossed her arms and leaned against one of the supports of the barn. He flushed, looking embarrassed and frustrated all at once. She didn’t look bothered, only smiling at him. It was getting on his nerves.

“You could have the chance to go anywhere, see the world, but you want to stay on some island and rot?!”

“I guess.” She shrugged with a laugh. “Where else would I go? I have no one left, you know. There’s already a family talking about moving off the island, and if they do that, it drops the population down to 8 people. It’s a young couple with five kids, and I wouldn’t blame them for doing it. It wouldn’t be sustainable for them to stay here.”

“You’re… stubborn.” Buggy told her. “Frustratingly stubborn!”

“Why does it bother you?” She asked, smile fading. “I bring you into my home, offer you my food and drink, and you’re calling me stubborn because you can’t accept how I want to live. Why is that, Buggy?”

He flinched when she said his name. “That’s Captain Buggy!”

“Never heard of you.” She smirked. His eyes narrowed and his hands popped off, grabbing her by the front of her dress and jerking her towards him. She looked a little surprised by the strength he had to do that; she thought his limbs would be weaker once they detached, but the way he was holding her to him, seething as he glared down at her, surprised her just a bit. Apparently she struck another nerve.

“I’ll make sure you remember me by the end of the week.” He growled. 

Midori grinned up at him as she placed her hands on top of his. “Is that a promise, Captain Buggy?”

He let out a frustrated growl and released her before stomping out of the barn. 

~

Buggy showed up for dinner, looking like a stray cat that wanted to be anywhere else but Midori’s kitchen. She let him inside and he sat at the table, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her move about the kitchen. She was preparing meat and vegetables, which looked to be quite a feast for just two people, but he didn’t say anything. He stayed quiet as he watched her, but then she opened her cupboards and let out a sigh, looking up at the top shelf.

Without a word, his hand went to help her, grabbing the jar she was reaching for and bringing it down to her before returning to his body. She looked over at him with a smile before opening it and added some of the contents into the roast pan. While he was stewing in the silence she was embracing it, humming a tune softly as she worked. Buggy didn’t recognize the tune.

“What is that?” He asked. She looked over at him. “The song, what is it?”

“Oh, just a song my mother used to sing to me and my brothers when we were kids.” She told him. “I don’t really remember the lyrics at this point since it’s been so long since I last heard it. I just remember the tune.” She put the food in the oven and looked over at him. “Is it bothering you?”

“No, no… just wondering.” He muttered as he looked away from her. She grabbed a dish towel and wiped her hands on it before joining him at the table. 

“So, what about you?” She asked, catching him off guard. He frowned at her and she tilted her head to the side. “Are you married? You asked me so I’m asking you.”

“What? No, I’m not married.” He scoffed. “Why would I be married?”

“I’m sure there are pirates who are married.” She said with a shrug. “Having someone in bed with you every night, someone to wake up to, I think it’d be nice.”

“I can pay someone for that and more, you know.” He shot back. She raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t need to be married to have that.”

“I guess.” She shrugged as she looked over at him. “You can pay for anything when you’re a pirate, right? Even love?”

He made a face at her and leaned back in his own chair, crossing his arms. She just looked over at him, eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his face. He glared back at her, jaw clenched tightly as he wondered what she was thinking. She brought her hand up to her chin and tapped on it, looking thoughtful as she took him in, eyes taking in the shape of his jaw, the stubble, color of his eyes, and finally his nose. Her eyes lingered a little too long and he cleared his throat.

“What?” He demanded. 

“Nothing. Just wanting to remember your face so I can tell the next person I see that I met the infamous Captain Buggy.” She grinned. “I’ll be able to see your face on a wanted poster and remember it. You have a memorable face, you know.”

“What was that about my nose?!” He snapped. 

“I said nothing about your nose!” She laughed. “Honest! Why are you so defensive about… everything? I’ve done nothing wrong, Captain.”

He seethed quietly and watched her from across the table. Why wasn’t she intimidated by him? If any of his crew spoke to him the way she was, they would have been thrown overboard or fed to Richie! No one spoke to him as casually as she was, with the teasing, stubbornness, even the talking back. He wasn’t used to it, especially from a stranger. 

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” He demanded. “Everyone trembles before me when they see me, but not you. Why?”

Midori looked at him curiously. “I don’t know. I guess you’re using words and your Devil Fruit powers to try and intimidate me, but it doesn’t work. Not to mention I was brought to your ship by a man who was worried for his lion, and your crew never threatened me when I came on board, so probably because… you haven’t done anything threatening to me, Captain.”

He huffed in annoyance. “Guess I’ll have to find ways to make you scared of me then.” “I’ll hold you to that, Buggy.” She grinned. He narrowed his eyes and she threw her head back to laugh. “Captain Buggy, I mean.”

[feathers-of-fluff]

Hide n’ Seek

Summary: Steven had took notice of Gold making attempts to get his hands (…made from the Unown) on the former champion’s hat, so he and Grey decided to give him a challenge. Will the boy succeed and get his reward, or lose and suffer the punishment?

A/N: dang… this took a while to make, but i’m finished at last!! anyways special delivery today

this fic is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!

warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!

enjoy!

~

“One.. two.. three.. four.. five…”

Gold frantically looked his head around, trying to find a good hiding spot. The living room obviously wouldn’t work due to Steven already counting there, facing the wall alongside Grey, who had smirked knowing that he’ll have some fun with the former Johto champion if he ever finds him first.

So now, the remaining spot were the rooms.

Realizing this, Gold floats over to his and Blake’s room through the door that was luckily already opened, entering inside before quickly going towards the bed. The red-eyed Unown then popped out of nowhere to lift the cover up for the living corpse to hide underneath.

Feeling the giggles bubble up in his chest as he heard Steven almost finishing counting, Gold tries to keep himself as quiet as possible.

“Ready or not, here we come~!”

A squeak had sounded from the child after hearing that sentence.

But all he had to do, was stay inside the comforter and wait.

Meanwhile, Grey and Steven were searching around the house for their little hiding friend, checking behind the couch, in the kitchen, etc. However, the results ended up being nothing on sight, not even a glimpse of hair.

“Why don’t we try.. y’know, checking the rooms?” The bootleg trainer suggested.

“Oh yeah, I haven’t really thought of that… sure, kiddo.” He leads the way before signaling Grey to check them first while he checks the bathroom.

Grey didn’t understand at first but then got the message and nodded, going into the room where Shinto was in.

Upon hearing the sounds of a door opening, the bootleg Pokémon immediately turned around knowing whoever it was entering.

“OH HI, GREY!!”

“…Hi, Shinto.” The bootleg kid greeted back in a voice that sounded like he was thinking ‘she’s gonna do something annoying any moment now’.

“You looking for something?? Shinto can go get it for you!!” The mischievous smile on her face says otherwise.

“Nah, I’m good. But thanks for trying to help, anyway.”

He walks over to give her a pat on the head before heading back to the door afterwards.

“You’re welcome!!” She happily exclaimed, watching as Grey exited the bedroom.

The living corpse was nearly struggling to keep his giggles trapped in as he hears the bootleg trainer talking to Shinto for a little bit from what he assumes. Sure, it’s getting hot under here, but he didn’t have much time to think of a good hiding place.

His breath hitched when a recognizable voice called out his name as somebody went in his room. “Oh, Goooold~!”

He completely went silent with a squiggly smile on his face. Gold expected Steven to come in here first, but out of all tickle monsters to do so, it was Grey instead. Knowing how much baby talk he’ll use, the dead child was desperate to keep still so he wouldn’t find out his hiding spot.

“Wheere arre youuu~?” The bootleg trainer slowly crept, his fingers wiggling. “You can’t hide forever~”

Gold accidentally lets out a few giggles before his eyes widened at the quick realization. God, why must Grey be so evil at a moment like this?

The boy turned to the small lump in the blanket upon hearing some noise, staring for a second. He then playfully grinned. “I think I hear someone~!” Grey walked up to the comforter.

(“No.. ohoh no, please!”) Gold begged in his thoughts, praying that he doesn’t pull the cover off.

…Nothing happened.

Did he change his mind? Or was he checking o-

The blanket was suddenly pulled up to reveal the bootleg trainer. “Found you~”

Grey grabbed the dead child and dragged him out of his spot. “Nononono-! Plehehease, nohoho!” Gold plead, trying to escape from his friend’s grasp. He really wished he wore on his jacket instead of staying in a white shirt.

“Nowhere to hide now, buddy! You know what that means~!” He sat on the bed before pulling up the former champion’s shirt, unveiling his stomach. Gold at least could hope that Steven is still busy trying to look for him.

“GreEHehey, plehehease-! Dohohon’t do ihihit!”

“Don’t do what? This?” His clawed hand hovered over his tickle spot, making the living corpse anticipate and kick his little ‘legs’. “YEHEhes, thAhat!”

“Well, if you say so!” The wiggling fingers now make contact with his stomach, scribbling at the flesh.

“NAHAHAHA-! Ihihi didn’t saHAHAy YOHOhou could- baHAHaHAA!” Gold couldn’t say anything else due to being too focused on the tickling feeling, but all he can do is just laugh and flail about.

The long-haired man approached the room, looking from the entrance to see the two. “Sounds like somebody’s having a good laugh.” He chuckled.

“I knew I’d find him first, so of course it does.” Grey began to rapidly squeeze Gold’s side, causing the living corpse to squeal before letting out childish giggles. Maybe he shouldn’t have hoped too soon.

Steven walks inside to sit down with the boys, looking down at the former Johto champion with a smirk. “You enjoying this so far?”

“MaHAHAke hiHIHIhim stAHAHAP-!” Gold exclaimed, falling into laughter again when the bootleg trainer blew a raspberry onto his stomach.

“Gimmie him, kiddo. Let the expert show you how to really get ‘im.” He held his hands out, awaiting the bootleg trainer to give him Gold.

Back before the incident, he and his brother used to have tickle fights with each other—Mike usually won because of his fingers moving from one spot to another every time the former champion tried to stop him, but Steven did win a few times by blowing raspberries on his neck. Nowadays, learning from his experience, he won more often, and hearing his big brother laugh again gave him serotonin.

Grey obliges and hands over the limbless child, watching Steven hold him up near his mouth.

“Now this is where the real fun begins.”

The former champion went straight to nibbling on Gold’s stomach, sending him to hysterics.

“BwAHAhaHA-! *hic* NAhaHAhAO, NAHAT THeHEHERE!” Gold’s eye sockets were closed shut as he cackled and hiccuped. He wasn’t expecting Steven to be eating up his worst spot, but with those sharp teeth, why wouldn’t he?

“Oh, but yes there~! You love it when ya get tickled there, don’tcha~? A-kitchiekitchiekitchie~!” He cooed, skittering at the back of the living corpse’s ear, turning him into a giggling mess.

“NOhOhohoho, dohohohon’t-!” His face became surrounded in a blush, trying to look away from Steven but only to end up having his neck quickly scratched by Grey, who just had to start making that ‘tktktktktk’ sound that gets him good.

“Alright, one last thing before we’re finished.” Steven readjusted the child’s position, now holding him under the arms whilst keeping the shirt lifted.

“Wahahait, *hic* WAHAIT-!”

He took a breath in before blowing a raspberry on his bare stomach, and right over his bellybutton too.

“WAhaHAHAhaHAA-! *hic* IHI GIHIVE UHUP, I *hic* GIHIHIVE UHUP!”

An Unown in the alphabetic shape of a letter W appeared out of thin air tapping on Steven’s shoulder. The long-haired man turned his head to it somehow not surprised by it suddenly showing up, nodding as he understood the signal before letting Gold catch his breath.

“You okay, Goldie?” Grey asked, a little worried if he and Steven had gone too far.

The child turned to the bootleg trainer before responding with a message from the red-eyed letters that spelled out ‘YES’. He then notices him holding his monochromatic hat that had fallen off from all the flailing he did. “..Is that my hat?”

Grey looked down at it. “Yeah, it fell off from your head while you were, y’know, being tickled.”

The boy started blushing again at the mentioned word. “Oh..” Then out of nowhere, something what felt like a different hat was placed over his hair and ahoge. He looked up at Steven and saw that the hat he was wearing had been taken off, however the shadow obscuring his eyes didn’t cease for some reason.

Gold now realizes…

“…Didn’t you say that I only get to wear your hat if I win?”

“Mhm. But I think I’ve changed my mind.” He gave the child a pat on the head. “You’ve still earned it, kiddo.”

Gold gleefully smiled and (sort of) embraced the former Kanto champion. “Thank you.”

Steven nearly jumps when Grey decided to join in the embracement. And with a soft smile on his face, he returned the favor to the two boys.

He still hopes that maybe someday—one way or another—his brother will finally achieve his revenge.

~

End

[ninjagirlstar5]

Protag Teruya AU - Prologue Part 1 - The Tower Intro

Time for our favorite journalist to appear.

No TWs apply to this current post.

The Beach (The Beginning) |   The Mart (Part 2) | The Park (Part 3) | The Cottage (Part 5) | The Boardwalk (Part 6) | The Beach Episode (Final)  

Prologe Part 2 Beginning

Disclaimer: While Sannotori is problematic, it’s a thing in this AU/fic and the dynamic is not the same as it is in canon.

The Protag Teruya AU was inspired by @/anotherprofessional’s post! Beware of Void spoilers though!

Nearby was a tower that reached towards the sky, surrounded by what looked to be holy statues. Looking at them didn’t give him any feelings of devotion, though, and it seems to be more aimed at a Catholic theme rather than anything related to Shinto or Buddhism. Strangely enough, even when he thinks about those two other religions, he doesn't have any care for them aside from knowing that they exist and he should be a little bit respectful for other people’s sakes.

“Hmm…Hey, Mikado?” The wizard turned to look at him upon hearing his voice. He was still casually floating off of the ground and was watching him rummage through the shelves filled with religious items. It seemed like holy items had no effect on him or his magic. Cool. “Do you practice religion by any chance?”

“No. I can tell this place is sacred with the statue of the Virgin Mary watching us from here.” He gestures towards said statue. “But I never cared for religion. I don’t believe in it or the afterlife for that matter. Not until I see a ghost anyway.”

“Uh, p-please don’t joke about ghosts.” He shudders at the thought of one alone. “Still, kinda ironic you say that when you’re the Ultimate Wizard.”

“Ha! Fair enough. I suppose us wizards just don’t get along with God and such. We’ve been persecuted for our magic for years, after all. The westerners weren’t the only ones who had witch trials.” Mikado presses his finger against his mouth, seemingly thinking. And he didn’t really have a response to that as he hadn’t expected the conversation to turn to something a bit…darker. He opened his mouth to speak-

“HOLY SHIT, YOU!!” They both startled again, turning their ire to the person who happened to scare them the third time this day. It was someone who was dressed as a journalist, tan hat and coat, white button-up with the collar popped with an orange dotted neckerchief stuffed into it, black pants and brown loafers. If he looks closely, he can also see a red scarf hidden underneath all of his layers. His slightly curled black hair reached just above his shoulders and covered his left eye, his eye color being a nice shade of lavender. He was holding up a notepad that was tied to a thin lanyard around his neck and was pointing his pen at Mikado, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, you! Stop right there! You’re gonna tell me exactly how you’re doing that in your interview…starting now!”

“What.” Mikado’s mask flattened its eyes, but the sudden change in expression didn’t deter the journalist standing before them at all.

“I’m obviously talking about the fact that you are floating. Floating! In midair! Come on, you must be a Hope’s Peak student, right? Tell me your name and talent, pronto!” His eyes shined with excitement, looking like he had discovered a hidden treasure. The wizard stared at him, looking like he was considering whether or not to answer or ignore him. Eventually, he sighs. 

“I am Mikado Sannoji, the Ultimate Wizard. I don’t think I have to explain any further than that.” He said, gesturing down to his floating figure. The journalist huffs though, even as he writes that down.

“Interesting but not enough details. You have to at least tell me how it works.” His pen scratches against the paper before lifting his gaze from his notepad. It didn’t look like he was going to leave any time soon. He can feel Mikado’s stare turn from annoyance to apprehension, looking like he had somehow been cornered. He hesitates for a moment before lowering himself onto the ground.

And then turned his back on the journalist with a cross of his arms.

“...Uh…what are you doing?” He puts his pen behind his ear and drops his notepad, letting it fall against his chest. The wizard hums before shrugging.

“Simply exercising my right to remain silent.” Mikado said and the journalist did a spit take.

“What?! Come on! Give me something to work with here!! There’s a great scoop right here if you just tell me!” The journalist didn���t seem above begging for the information he wanted but Mikado didn’t budge. In fact, he pulled his cape closer to himself, wrapping himself up in a makeshift cocoon. Realizing he was getting nowhere, he reluctantly turned to him. “What about you? Know anything about his magic? Oh, and mind giving me a name and a talent.”

Wow, nice to know he was an afterthought.

“No, sorry. I just met him today. And uh…” He hesitates as he points to himself, curling his eyebrows downward. “I don’t know. I have amnesia.”

“Amnesia?!” He stared at him with wide eyes before picking up his notepad again and flipping to a new page, jotting it down with renewed vigor. “Now that’s a scoop. Not as good as the literal wizard beside you but pretty damn good.”

“Uhh…” He wasn’t sure how to feel about being used as a subject for information without his consent. But then again, he did engage with him so technically he did. But would that really matter? He turned to Mikado for help but he couldn’t tell if he was paying any attention or not. The collar of his cape completely blocked his head from view.

“Hm? Oh, whoops. I forgot my own intro.” The journalist spoke up with his light, dorky voice and he turned around to face him again. He grinned, his eyes lighting up once more. “Wherever there’s a scoop, my pen is never far behind! Ultimate Journalist, Nikei Yomiuri, at your service!”

“...What are you doing anyways?” He asked. Better to change the subject before Nikei tries to grill them on more information they weren’t willing to talk about. It’s not like he could tell him much about his amnesia anyways.

“Gathering info, of course!” Nikei said, shrugging as he put his hands into his pockets. “It’s important to know stuff about your classmates, right?”

“Before that, Mr. Yomiuri…” Mikado decided now was the time to rejoin the conversation, it seems. “Do you have any idea of where we are? I don’t need to remind you that we all just…woke up here.”

“So I’m not the only one who woke up on a beach?” He turned his head at Mikado, but the wizard finally turned towards them fully and shook his head. He still had his arms crossed, but he relaxed his posture slightly so his cape wasn’t as tight around him as before.

“No. You were the only one unconscious on the beach. Everyone else, including myself, woke up on the Monocruise and met there…” The wizard explained, his eyes turning downward in concern. “It’s strange that you’re the outlier among our group.”

“Except you literally left our group just when we were introducing ourselves.” Nikei instantly took a jab at Mikado, giving him his own flat and deadpan stare. Mikado huffed, turning his head away. Apparently, he didn’t see the need to explain his reasons. The journalist frowns before focusing on him instead. “Well, that does sound weird. And you don’t look like you’ve washed up on shore from an accident or anything…Unless you just changed?” He shook his head. “Damn. Unfortunately, I have no clues on what’s going on either, let alone why you woke up on beach while everyone else was on the Monocruise.”

He…wasn’t sure what that meant for him, but he definitely didn’t like the implications. Whatever that is.

“You can really cut the tension with a knife around here.” Nikei kept going, his serious demeanor disappearing in a flash as he smiled, picking up his pen. “This whole situation is one big scoop, so I need to be on my guard!”

“...I feel like you’re not taking this as seriously as you should be, Mr. Yomiuri.” Mikado said, looking at him with flat eyes again. Nikei shrugs him off though.

“Not much I can do about that, Mikado. There’s this thing called ‘multitasking’ and I'll be doing just that: investigating and doing my job!” The journalist presses his hands against his sides. “I’m gonna go see who else I can find, for now. We’ll continue this next time, especially when you-” Nikei nods his head at him. “-got yourself a name and a talent. See ya on the flip side!” He runs off to find his next muse.

“Well then…he’s a busy body.” Mikado sighs before tilting his head at him. He frowns as he plays with his scarf.

“Is…getting amnesia really ‘scoop-worthy?’ I don’t like the idea of me being on the news because of my condition.” He asked. The thought of him appearing on an article for his amnesia when he didn’t even know who he is made him more anxious than he thought it would. What would he even say? What would Nikei keep or exaggerate? How was he going to talk about what it’s like to have amnesia when he barely experienced a day with it?

“I wouldn’t worry about him. As the Ultimate Journalist, he’d know better than to spout nonsense on the internet.” The wizard pauses before leaning close to him. “I’d mentally prepare yourself if I were you. I have a feeling he’s going to be persistent in his interviews during our time here…”

“Haaa…you too. He’s definitely interested in your magic and I kinda…don’t blame him. Still, good luck with him.” He said and he watched Mikado slump his shoulders, staring down at his shoes. The two of them started walking out of the tower, and he hesitated before speaking up again. “Hey, Mikado…why did I wake up on the beach instead of the Monocruise?”

“Hmm…” Mikado’s mask frowned before he looked straight at him. “I’ll be honest with you. It is suspicious that you were the only one who woke up on a beach. However, I feel it would be unfair to accuse you as the mastermind behind our situation.”

“Th-The mastermind?! I…I don’t…” He trails off. Could he really say that when he can’t even remember the last place he’d been at? His own name? His talent? What kind of person was he before he lost his memory? For all he knew, he could’ve been a horrible person.

And if he was terrible, then…what should he do? Should he try to make up for what he’s done? Would he go back to his old self if he were to recover his memory somehow…?

Kokoro said it was unlikely he’d get his memories back, but he was still scared of the possibilities of what kind of past he has.

“I am not saying you are. In fact, I think it’s because of your amnesia that I have my doubts that you’re behind any of this. It’s easy to say you have it but give yourself away with tiny details. A little bit of recognition or just an off hand comment of familiarity…But you’re not like that.” Mikado blinked at him and he suddenly felt troubled at how much the wizard was paying attention to him without him even noticing. “You panicked upon realizing your lack of identity. You were troubled around Mr. Maeda without understanding why. You desire to know who you are and yet you don’t rush to form your identity. You were devastated to find out that your amnesia is most likely permanent. You had general knowledge but didn’t know anything about Melody Rhythm specifically. And you feel distressed whenever your amnesia is brought up as you feel like it outcasts you…” He was quiet for a moment before looking away, taking the lead. “If none of that was genuine, then you’re a better actor than even you realize.” The wizard kept walking but the amnesiac started to slow down. He eventually stopped, which Mikado noticed and did the same, turning around.

“...Thanks, Mikado.” He smiled at him, small and feeble. The mask’s eyes go wide. “I know this probably doesn’t look good for me. But it’s nice to know that someone is in my corner.” Mikado stared at him for what felt like forever before his mask changed to its giant, genial smile and looked away.

“...I see.” Mikado held the brim of his hat to adjust it. He walked up to him as he spoke. “You seem to trust others very easily, don’t you?”

“Huh? Uh…I guess.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I…don’t really have a choice in the matter. At least I’m surrounded by people that seem trustworthy.” He pauses before curling his eyebrows. “Should I…not be?”

“No.” Mikado’s answer was instant and it surprised him. He thought the wizard was more standoffish, despite his willingness to converse with others. Mikado tilts his head away. “Or rather, it’s good to have your guard up a little bit around strangers. It’s not good to trust so blindly, especially due to your current circumstances…and the strange situation we’ve found ourselves in.”

“Yeah…you have a point.” He said before giving Mikado a bigger grin. “But I’m glad I met you. You’ve been a great friend since I woke up.” He pats him on the shoulder, which made the wizard flinch but he was already going on ahead before he could respond. “Come on! There’s a big cottage over here!” Mikado stared at him before following him as quickly as he could without running.

[after-hour-diner]

Hiyo! We’re over on artfight this year! We’re gonna bite so many people!! Here’s the link: https://artfight.net/~After_Hour_Diner !

We mainly have humanoid ocs, but we do have quite a few non humans.

Image description further below vv

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An Art Fight profile card, specifically themed around Team Vampires for 2023. In a circular icon space, there is a pointy eared humanoid with half of their skin being grey and the other half being a light orange. They have one green eye on the orange side. They have dark brown messy hair they flops mainly on the right, grey side. Their ears have two gold piercings. They have a sleeveless black, skintight turtle neck. They are smiling widely, showing off pointy canines.

On the right of the circular icon is large text reading “TEAM VAMPIRES” under this text there is a “User” box with the name “After Hour Diner” in it. Under the “User” box is another, larger box with text reading “I attack…” and more, hand drawn large text reading “ANYONE”. There are three, small, floating hearts doodled around the large text. Next to the “I attack…” box, there is small text that read reads “I DO:” with large text under reading “FRIENDLY FIRE” and “REVENGE” with two boxes next to the text, both boxes are checked.

Underneath everything is a “FEATURED CHARACTER:” section with five boxes all with characters in them.

In the first box, there is a purple vampire, with long pink and dark brown hair. They are smiling softly, dark wine coloured eye slightly lidded. They have worried eyebrows. They are holding a sign that reads “Silas F.” Right in front of their chest. You can barely see a very light pink coloured shirt. The second box has a robot with saturated red hair. Half of his face is grey and the other half is bronze. It has light blue eyes, with a plus symbol in his right eye and a minus symbol in his left. It’s wearing a light purple shirt. His right arm is mainly bronze, it’s fingers red. He’s holding a sign only with this hand that reads “SAFETY”. His left arm is grey, left hand (also with red fingers) is resting on a light brown “Blink dog” (a fictional species in Dungeons and Drangons). The dog is sticking her tongue out and looking up at Safety. There is an arrow pointing down at her, with the words “Beelzebub (Service Dog)” above it. The third box has a very happy man waving at the viewer with his right hand. He has very dark purple hair along with a light green and purple jester hat with bells on his head. His skin is a light tan with a dark scar going over his left eye. Both of his eyes are a light periwinkle coloured. He has a gold earring on. He has a large, light purple ruffle on his neck. His shirt is a green colour, with sleeves that are dark purple. The sleeves go all the way down to his hands and also cover at least one of his fingers on both hands. Both wrists have a light purple band and bell on them. He’s using his left hand to hold a sign that reads “Stars” with a small star under the word.

In the four box, there is an anxious tiefling (a race in Dungeons and Dragons) sitting. He has black hair and bright yellow curling ram horns. His eyes and fingers are also yellow. His skin is a rusty red colour. He has fangs pointing outwards from his mouth, with his top lip being completely black. He is wearing a dark blue scarf with grey around the edges on the fabric, a light blue vest, and a lighter blue long sleeve shirt. He is holding a sign in front of his chest, reading in small text “Afi”. The fifth box, there is a masked figure. They’re tilting their head to the right. They have very light salmon hair, with a light pale mask with a red smile over their face. Their eyes are very pale purple. They’re wearing a very dark purple cloak, the hood up over their head. Under their cloak, they have a purple turtleneck on along with a gold collar on. They have reddish brown gloves on, with gold nuckles. They hold a sign over their chest that in shaky text reads “Lâche”.

Underneath the featured characters, there is text that’s says “CHARACTERS I HAVE:” and more boxes with the text “HUMAN”, “FERAL”, “ANTHRO”, “WORM”, and “MECH”. The only box that is scribbled out is the “WORM” box. There is a smaller text prompt that reads “other” with handwritten text that reads “All characters are some type of queer and there’s nothing you can do.”

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[venenatd]

last meal; jean kirstein x reader

summary: you and jean are in a relationship, and finally get some private time for a cute picnic date the day before he goes on the mission to marley. it’s v cute but also ur both horny!

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (public/outdoors sex, dracylphilya, size kink, fingering, thigh riding, use of “good girl/baby”, praise kink, female bodied reader, unprotected sex, creampie) some fluff for good measure.

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 3.3k words of unedited content

a/n: i saw a cottage core inspired jean post and this idea immediately popped into my head. i also kept thinking back to the sunset blush scene and it felt destined lmao. i thought it was gonna be shorter but i guess i get carried away lol. pls feel free to send me requests or ideas or give any advice on what you liked!! thanku!<3

Everything is painted with gold. The sun hanging low in the sky, despite the late hour, still warms your skin. You and Jean walk away from the Scout Headquarters, warmth of the evening allowing you to roam without coats. 

He’s in a tight cream shirt, braces holding up darker toned pants. A simple hat sits on his head, shading his eyes from the setting sun. You, a simple sage dress, loose and flowing around your legs. The long grass tickles your flesh, and the two of you laugh as you try running through the field, lifting your limbs stupidly high to jump over the pasture. 

Jean snorts at you, watching you flap around. The orange hue of dusk makes your hair shine, your skin glow beautifully. And as you look up at him, a wide and goofy smile spreading across your face, he can see all the flecks and details of varying colours in your eyes. And it takes his breath away. 

It was the last night before the end. He’s not sure of what, but it feels like the next chapter is to be finished when he closes his eyes tonight. Tomorrow he goes to Marley. Hange ordered all of their team to go relax for the final day at home. “We’ve gone over the plans enough, we know every angle! Go! Shoo!”

Hange was right. Going in and getting Eren home. It was engrained in Jeans brain. The scouts knew everything they were going to before they arrived. So tonight, it’s all about you.

You, with your skirt floating around you as you weave between trees, making your way to the clearing the two of you know so well. It’s where he first admitted feelings, where you first kissed. The others don’t know (or so you both think), and until he’s safe from his last mission, you’re not sure the two of you will ever reveal your affiliation. 

Pulling a blanket from the picnic basket you’ve brought with you, Jean lays it down on the ground. There’s a wide pond in front of you both, some ducks still paddling about. A thin haze floats over the water, the last of the summer heat still encouraging dragonflies and water skippers out. 

The light snacks you’d managed to sneak out from your job in the kitchen were delicious. You’d whipped up some light pastries and desserts from leftover ingredients. Even some strawberries and grapes. Whilst everything was miniscule from lack of provisions, it tasted good enough. 

Dipping the sweet red fruit from the cream and sugar and between your lips, Jean is in heaven. Your hair being pushed by the wind away from your face, the rosiness on your cheeks. The world may end tomorrow, but tonight he’s got all he needs.

His hands reach over, noticing the drip of cream collecting on the corner of your lips. Swiping his thumb along your cheek, he notes “you’ve got a lil..”

Jean looks at you, his eyes locking on yours, still gently cupping your face in his hands. Warm pupils flick down. His brows scrunch together for a moment, before he moves forward. His other hand comes up to your face, and he is so gentle when he kisses you. It’s as if he may break you if he goes too far.

The soft plush of his lips on yours, slowly pulling you in is intoxicating. He leans back on his forearms, pulling you over him, not letting you leave his mouth. You knock into his hat, it flopping off behind him as you lower your chest over his.

A hand reaches to his chestnut hair. It’s grown long over the last few years. You play with tendrils, the two of you lazily kissing. It’s soft and easy. You’re breathing into one another your chest resting on his as you move a leg to intertwine with his. 

Shifting yourself slightly, you rest directly above his thigh. Jeans hand comes to the back of your neck, making sure you don’t split the contact he so desperately needs. Your nails slide softly against his scalp, twisting into his hair with more want. 

The man, your man, underneath you curls forward, leg lifting and chest pushing up into you. Your crotch bumps against his thigh. A delightful little gasp erupts from you. If Jean wasn’t tongue deep in your mouth he could have even missed it. But he is, and he didn’t. 

He’s tempted to see how far he can take this, maybe make another first here. You’ve had sex, and plenty of it. Although for the most part it’s been rushed, the nature of your jobs only allowing for quickies. You both lived in shared rooms, and the lack of privacy was definitely a roadblock in his attempts to please you.

This clearing, in the outside meadows by headquarters, is maybe an ironic place for the privacy you both so need. Putting any doubt out of his mind, Jean lifts his muscular thigh, achieving another gasp into his mouth from you. You grind against it slowly, tentatively.

“No need to be shy, baby girl” he smiles into the kiss.

Cheeks rosy, you roll your hips along his leg. Jeans body rises further, leaning back casually on one hand, the other gripping the flesh between your waist and hip. He breaks the kiss that has been going on so long, wanting to take in all the ways your face displays pleasure. 

Your eyebrows knit together slightly. Your lips are wet with saliva, slightly parted as you give off little mewls each time your clothed cunt is brushed along his cotton pants. 

There’s a sweet and tender feeling building in your lower stomach. You can feel how wet you’re getting, the slow and methodical undulations generating a heat between your thighs. 

“Jean, plea-”

“You want more?” he’s quick to answer. Your head jumps and up and down, past the point of playing shy. 

His long fingers meet with your jaw once more, lightly skimming your features. He’s noting it all down in his head. Maybe he’ll even make a drawing of you. You pause in your ministrations, and a low tutting comes from the man. “No, no. Keep riding. Get yourself ready.” 

A delicious smile emerges on your face, and you bear down on his thigh. You take your hands on each leg, gripping onto the thickly built muscle underneath the cloth. A couple of fingers miss their mark, and you can feel how hard Jean is getting. Eyes flash between his crotch and his face, and he can sense how eager you are to please him. 

His touch moves from your jaw down, one finger slowly running along the centre of your throat. Jeans hand dips, slowly dragging his fingernails across each collar bone, down to the valley of your chest. Your breath hitches, and he moves away again. You shift your hand in response, moving it towards the joint between his thigh and pelvis, allowing your fingers to brush his clothed balls.

Wherever his fingers move leaves a tingling in their wake. They push towards your shoulder, teasing the fabric from each one. Your dress pools a little, allowing him to make his way back, this time taking your breast in his hand. Thumb brushes against your puffy buds, and a finger meets it to squeeze lightly.

Jean fully lifts off the blanket, sat up straight. He makes quick work of your dress, pulling it down and pushing it up. He grabs at your legs, going between light caresses and tight grasps, not knowing which to settle with. Finally he finds purchase in your ass, guiding you back and forth over his thigh.

You moan into his mouth, fully succumbing to the wetness surely dampening through your panties, the feeling of his fingers twisting and teasing your pert nipples. He raises his fingers from your chest, using his thumb on your lower lip to apply gentle pressure. 

Breaking the trail of saliva that connects you both, he pushes an index finger between your lips. You’re all too eager to suck on it, eyes looking dutifully at him. He inhales sharply between his teeth. His cock is so hard, so desperate to fuck into you. Jean wants it to be slow and beautiful, but he simply needs to have you. He wants you close to him before he leaves and doesn’t know if he’ll come back. And close means being inside you, hearing you in your purest form. 

The dusky pink settling on his cheeks could be the sun, low in the sky, filling the meadow with rich hues. 

Your moans could not be interpreted so wholesomely.

Fingers wet with your spit, he moves his hand between your legs, under the skirt. Pushing your panties to the side he lets you ride his palm for a moment. Teasing yourself, teasing your clit on his strong hand. He goes deeper, fingers sliding through your folds. He slips through your folds, resting at your entrance, before allowing your hips to rise and him to push knuckle deep inside you.

You reddened lips form a perfect ‘o’, and the bliss on your face is one he will remember forever. His thumb moves to your clit. Still on top of him, Jean watches you fuck yourself on his fingers. He kisses your neck, your chest. Taking your nipples and sucking, biting, nibbling. 

Your walls are closing in on him, before gently relaxing and he can tell you’re close. 

“Don’t be shy” Jean reissues his earlier statement. But now it’s far huskier, far more commanding. “I want to hear you, y/n. I want to hear you cum.” 

You’re watching his face, the words - orders - tumble from his lips. They make you flutter around his fingers. You murmur out tiny please’s. 

“What did I say? Louder, y/n.”

You moan against his neck, “please.”

Jean pulls your hair, making you extend your neck, forcing you to look up to the hues of pink and orange. “Louder.”

You’re so close. “Jean, p- please!” 

“Good girl.”

With that he’s flicking his thumb over your clit, fucking his fingers up into your cunt. The sounds of liquid and wetness only add to the noises of you cumming. Pussy clenching around his fingers, hips giving way and as your legs start to burn and shake. Jean holds you up, working you through your orgasm. He wants nothing more than to watch you fall apart, moaning his name. And then whining curses as you become oversensitive. Yet your gummy walls still suck him in, begging for more.

Leaving your tight walls, he brings the fingers to his lips. You taste tarte and sweet. Better than strawberries any day.

Your breaths are heavy as he twists the two of you, resting you with your back on the blanket. You are radiant. A green halo of grass above you, the dusting of pink on your cheeks, your lips kiss-swollen.

Jean pushes your skirt up, eyes trained on yours as you rest on your elbows. Your eyes follow his movements. How his tongue wets his lips before he drags them on your inner thigh. How his fingers dig in to pull you closer towards him. 

He pulls off your sodden panties, kissing into your hips, your belly. Jean is slow and deliberate. As much as he wants to be deep within you, he’s never had the chance to enjoy you this slowly before. 

He rises, kissing your breasts as they spill from the top of your dress. His tongue paints saliva on your lips before slipping between them. The kiss is intense. It’s deep and sloppy and so needy. 

Your hand reaches to his shoulders, thumb slipping underneath his braces pulling them off. Hands slip under his shirt, and he quickly helps you pull it off. His muscles are firm and taught, the amount of work his body has been through over the years evident underneath your fingers. You trail fingertips over stripes of knotted flesh, kissing each mark and scar after your hands move onto the next one. 

“You’re beautiful, Jean”

Jeans cheeks go rosy and he smiles so bashfully that it breaks you apart. The lopsided grin makes you pull him back into you, teeth bumping together as you giggle into the kiss. 

He unbuttons his pants, pushing them far enough down his thighs to allow more friction as he grinds into you. Jean is noticeably straining his underwear, his member long and hard. You move your hand down to cup him, squeezing gently through the cotton. You tug on his cock, leaving him stuttering into your mouth. Holding him just tightly enough, he ruts his hips into your hand, little sighs escaping his mouth into your hair. 

Tucking your hand under the fabric, you pull out his dick. It makes your hand look smaller, Jean��s member long and hard. The pink tip is slick with precum, and your thumb brushes his head slightly, earning a little hiss. 

You go from light little touches to harsher ones. Fingers brushing against the veins on his length, before you wrap around him again. He’s whining in your ear, “you like playing with my cock? Seeing what you do to me?” 

With hooded eyelids you look at his contorting face and whisper “yes, yes. I want to please you, I want to make you feel good.” 

“Such a good girl for me.”

Taking his member, you push the tip against the heat between your legs. Teasing your clit with his head, he looks down to watch you work. Precum lightly sheens over your folds, and fuck, Jean can’t wait to add to it. 

“I w-want you so bad Jean.” 

“You have all of me.” 

You hold him against your entrance, the tip of him just resting at your little hole. Pulling him in a little, he pushes against the first tight ring. It’s always intense letting Jean fuck you, making you so full. You rock your hips up, letting him slip out a little, before grinding back down. It pulls him into you so sensually. He moans unashamedly as you control the pleasure you both receive. 

Repeating the action, you lift again, pushing him out, and again tightening your stomach muscles to curl and bring him deeper inside you. His golden eyes are trained on where you’re conjoined. 

He’s halfway inside you, stretching your tight walls so much already. Jean sits back, moving his tongue around inside his mouth before letting a ball of spit fall where his cock rests inside of you. Spreading it on his length, he helps you the rest of the way. Letting your eyes widen and gasp of surprise (how are you always surprised by the feeling?) as he fully sheaths himself inside you. 

“God, you’re so tight,” he holds himself above you, head falling back as he inhales slowly.

Jean allows you a moment to breath, before he pulls back out, quickly snapping his hips back to yours. Moans tumble out of your mouth as he fucks into you. Lashes fluttering and your tits bouncing in rhythm, you are a sight for the sorest of eyes.

“You’re so pretty for me, all splayed out on my cock.” 

He pushes your legs apart, watching his length disappear inside you. Watching how one hand twists your own nipple, the other feebly trying to grab onto his wrist. He’s splitting you apart on his dick, the feeling of being so fucking full taking over. You were already sensitive from your last orgasm, but he builds another, the tightening in your core unmistakable. 

“J- Jean,” you hiccup, so overwhelmed by him. “You’re s- so big” 

“You’re taking me so well, y/n.” 

He lowers himself against your chest, bringing his knees upwards and closer to your ass. You curl up around him, holding your legs further up. Jean quickly renegotiates the position, pulling your legs around him whilst you hold under your knees. You can feel him so deep inside you this way, pulled into a ball underneath him. Jean wants to be impossibly close, and this new angle is punishing on your pussy. He can feel how wet you are between you, how much you enjoy the intensity of his cock working in and out. 

His forehead presses against yours, his hand snaking between you two. From his new angle, he can hit that sweet spot inside you so easily. His length sweeps against it, and hits into your furthest wall. He lets out curses as he feels your cunt tighten each time, mixing with the moans and mewls from you. You lock eyes with him, big doe eyes pricking. 

“Pl- please, I’m so close, Jean.”

Fat tears roll over your cheek, trailing to your temple. Everything feels too much. Him inside of you, the wet squelching between you. His strong fingers rubbing over your clit again and again. You let out a sob, followed by a moan. It’s a combination of knowing this is the last night, feeling how fucking intense his cock is inside you, hearing how much Jean needs you. He kisses your cheeks, tasting the salt, not faltering as he continues to pummel into you. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

His balls slap against your skin. 

“You can do it.” 

His teeth bite at the flesh of your breast, pull at your nipples.

“I want to hear you.”

His fingers play and roll with your clit, feeling the way you tighten around his cock.

“Please cum for me, y/n.”

Your back arches off the blanket, the night sky soaking up the moans. The lewd noises in between you both are all consuming, the slap of slick and wetness only adding to your full body sensation. 

His fingers keep moving on your clit, and Jean grunts each time your pussy spasms around his cock. He keeps pace, fucking you raw and with need. He loves to see your delicate face scrunched up, eyes rolling back and mouth unable to close. 

And with the tightening of your walls around him, Jean’s close. “Where do you want me?” 

“I want,” you inhale sharply, as his cock drives back into you, “you inside me- I- I need you Jean. Please.”

“You’re so good, baby, you’re so good.” He’s getting quicker, making you writhe beneath him in your overstimulated state. “I’ll give you what you want, okay? I’m going to cum inside your pretty pussy.” 

Jeans fingers are going to bruise you. He's holding onto you so tight, never wanting to let you go. It’ll be something to remember him by. Movements are starting to stammer, the sweat evident by the sheen forming across his shoulders and face. You tuck a tendril of his honey hair behind his ear. “I love you”, you whisper amongst the moans. And with that he pushes deep enough to make you cry out, feeling the hot ropes of cum painting your walls. 

Your man rests inside you for a moment, gathering his breath as he leaves languid kisses against your breasts, your jaw, your lips. He pulls out, seeing his cum drip from your pussy. Using his fingers he pushes the white around your folds, earning a sharp his when he brushes past your clit. Finally, he brings his fingers to your lips, and you put out a delicate tongue. 

Cleaning him with your mouth, he sits back, sighing softly. How can you be this good? And you like him? Jean thinks he is the luckiest man on earth. He adjusts your dress for comfortability, before dipping next to you. Your heads are lightly touching, your hair intertwined with his. Staring up at the sky as the last colour leaves it in its inkiness, he holds you close. He presses his final kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too.” 

[juletheghoul]

Oblivius Chapter 6

So I'm thinking next chapter will be... a big one.

You cannot know how happy I am to see all your comments and reblogs and messages and general kind words about how this story is making you feel. Love y'all. Keep asking! Keep messaging! I want to talk about this all day lmao.

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Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Angst, slow-burn, yearning, 18+ language (Please let me know if I forget anything)

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Age: 20

“Why did you even ask me out Frankie? Do you even like me?” She was embarrassed, walking towards the door.

“Yes of course, I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t.” He tried to walk it back but she was incensed, her cheeks burning bright with anger. She rounded on him when she got to the door, making him step back slightly from her onslaught.

“When you invited me over to meet your friends I didn’t expect to be ignored so you could flirt with her. Get your shit together Frankie, I’m not gonna go out with someone who’s too busy pining over someone else to notice me.” Her eyes were bright with un-shed tears, if she expected some sort of answer or explanation - he had none.

He watched her go.

“Everything okay Francis?” Spills had come looking for him.

“Yes, everything’s good. She had to go.” He had a big smile for her when he turned around.

“Will she be back?” Thankfully she hadn’t heard them.

“I doubt it.” He couldn’t be too sad about it though, not when she looked up at him like that.

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**Present Day**

He could still feel her wrapped around him as he walked to the shore. Could feel her moulded to his back, her legs on his waist. He had meant every word he’d said to her, he would gladly stay there with her forever.

“How was the water babe?” Claudia kissed him when he lay on the towel next to her to dry off, wrinkling her nose slightly at the water that trickled from his hair onto her face.

“Beautiful.” His eyes were on Spills, floating in the water. “You should take a dip.”

“No thanks, I’m perfectly happy here. Can you get my back babe?” She smiled up at him but he wasn’t looking at her, his eyes were trained on the water. “Francisco?” She had to tap him to get his attention. He tore his gaze away to face her.

“Sorry babe, yes of course.”

You can’t keep doing this Francisco. Get your fucking shit together and focus.

“You okay fish?” Pope's voice startled him slightly and when he turned to look at him his expression was serious. “You seem a little… distracted.” His eyes quickly flashed towards Spills floating in the water.

I never should have told him.

“I’m fine.” His voice was clipped, he really didn’t need this right now and he hoped his tone was warning enough. Pope didn’t say anything but he had a feeling he’d hear about this later.

“I wanna ask her out.” Benny had sat down beside Frankie and was staring out at Spills.

“You should! You guys would look cute together, wouldn’t they babe? We could double date or something.” Claudia was happy at the prospect but Frankie's stomach dropped. He felt the anger crawling in his gut, tensing his muscles at the prospect of Benny with her.

This isn’t normal, I shouldn’t feel like this.

“I think you should, Benny.” Pope clapped him on the back. “Fish - I think you should put in a good word for our boy.” It was hard for Frankie not to lash out but why would he? He was engaged and Spills was free. What reason could he possibly have to not want this to happen?

There’s only one reason why, and I can’t fucking help it.

“Yeah of course. I’ll talk to her.” It took everything in him to keep his voice neutral.

“Only ask her out if you’re serious, don’t bother if you’re going to fuck around because that’s his friend, she’s not a random.” Will chimed in, ever the voice of reason and Frankie was thankful.

“I know that.” Benny smiled, and Frankie had to keep quiet.

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Everything was quiet. Your ears were submerged as you floated peacefully in the water, eyes closed. The ocean always managed to make you feel safe despite its size. Maybe that was what appealed to you, it was so vast and unknowable, you could get lost in it.

You saw the shadow obscure the light despite having your eyes closed. Pope was in the water with you and you smiled at him. Of all the army friends Frankie had introduced you to, Pope was the most mysterious. He guarded his words and you had the sense that he knew way more than he let on.

“Did you have anything planned for the bachelor party yet?” His question dropped a boulder into your stomach.

Fuck, I forgot about that.

“Nope - hadn't even remembered until you said it. I have no idea how the hell to plan one.” Your eyes widened at the thought of it and he laughed, not unkindly.

“I figured, I can help you out. He’s a simple guy - but I'm guessing you already know that. I’m guessing you know much more about him than we do in a lot of respects.” He was smiling at you but there was something underneath his words, a tone you couldn’t discern.

“Probably - known him a long time.” It felt like you were under the microscope.

“Years worth of stuff that Claudia doesn’t even know.” His eyes were burning into you and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was gauging your reaction.

“In all likelihood, but she’ll learn eventually I imagine.” Your voice sounded a lot calmer than you felt.

“Obviously no strip clubs, that’s not his thing. Just get all his friends together and get him drunk.” He was watching you closely but your eyes were focused on Frankie, he was laughing and happy - talking animatedly with Will about something and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I can see how much you love him.” Your eyes flashed towards him. “Like a brother, right?” He raised his eyebrows at you and you felt the colour drain from your face.

Am I that fucking obvious?

“Yeah… like a brother.” You were lying, even when you were younger you knew you’d always loved him, but it never felt brotherly. He knew. “See ya.” As much as you wanted to be in the water, you couldn't handle the scrutiny anymore and you made your way back to shore.

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The rest of the day was spent mostly in your head, you tried to focus on the conversations you had. You tried to focus on the water and the sunshine but it seemed like Pope’s words and his implications followed you.

“You okay Spills? You’ve been distracted all day.” You’d been on the road for almost half an hour and you’d barely said anything.

“Yeah - sorry, just tired. Need a shower.” You smiled at him weakly.

“You sure? Seems like you have something else on your mind.” He glanced over to you and your heart swelled. His curls were defined from the salt water, his face was a little pink from the sun and he looked so warm and soft. You ran your fingers through his hair seemingly without thought. It was so soft and you had to fight the urge to keep touching it.

“I’m okay Francis - gotta plan your bachelor party.” You couldn’t keep the sadness out of your voice, hoping it came across as tired. You were both silent the whole ride home.

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You never would have thought it, but you were glad to be back at work. It was the one place that had no memory of Francis. You could come in, completely focus your energy and forget everything for most of the day. In all the time you worked there - you’d never been this productive but with the wedding slowly approaching, the anxiety was slowly creeping in.

Nowhere was safe now.

[unknown contact]: hey Spills! It’s Claudia - I got your number from Frankie. I was hoping you’d be able to come with me tomorrow to the bridal store. We have to make sure you match everyone on the big day!

Really fucking wish you wouldn’t call me that.

[you:] hey Claudia! Uh yeah sure what time?

[claudia😒]: great! Appointment is for 10am - I’ll send you the address, see you then! 🙂

[you]: sounds great - see you then!

Well that’s just great.

It had been a week since the beach trip and the peace couldn’t last.

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There was something about Claudia that got under your skin.

She’s marrying the love of your life, obviously she gets under your skin.

She was friendly enough, and she loved Francis - you could see that in her excitement; but there was something underneath. You got a sense that she was trying to pull a fast one on him.

“Spills, if Frankie and I move, would you come visit us? I think you’re holding him back a little bit.” She was standing as they made adjustments on the dress which thankfully had made it in time to be altered.

“What? What do you mean?” Where was this question coming from?

“Well, he wants to stay here. He wants to live close to his mom and you, but I’m trying to convince him to live back home with me. Maybe if you told him it would be okay and that you’d visit he’d give in.” Your blood was boiling. Give in? His wants and needs had to mean more to her than that?

I have to calm down, I’m overreacting.

“He already told you he doesn’t want to leave? Maybe you guys should compromise? Middle-ground?” You had to put your diplomatic hat on, couldn’t just tear into this girl. The logical part of your brain told you that this was normal - couples disagree about things all the time and it made sense that she’d want to be close to her family and her home.

“Yes he’s set in his ways. It’s frustrating.” She laughed lightly. “I just think that if you gave him your blessing he’d be more open to leaving with me.”

But you don’t have my blessing, I’m the wrong person to come to with this.

“I really think you should talk to him about this - he’s never been the kind of guy to be swayed. Won’t matter what I say.” You were being honest as well as telling her it wasn’t your problem in a roundabout way. She didn’t say anything else and you could tell she wasn’t happy with your answer. You left it alone.

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You couldn’t put it off any more, as much as you were dreading this wedding you still had responsibilities as his best-person. You had to get everything together and throw this stupid fucking bachelor party.

You messaged all of the friends you knew he kept in touch with, telling them about the outing. They had things planned the whole week up until the wedding so it had to be the Friday before the wedding. Which means you had little less than a week to get it together.

[you]: Hey Francis - can you give me Popes number? Trying to plan your party!

[Francis]: Sure - sending it now. Hopefully it’s nothing too crazy?

[you]: Shit… you mean you don’t want your own parade? Should I cancel the army of exotic dancers?

[Francis]: You’re hilarious, honestly.

[you]: just taking you to a bar you fool, just want to coordinate with him because I don’t have everyone's contact info.

[Francis]: Sounds good, thanks for this - I never got a chance to ask but how did it go at the bridal store?

[you]: Went well

You thought about everything Claudia had said and debated on telling him. Would he want you to? Would she want you to? Somehow you didn’t think she’d be too happy unless you were on her side. Which you decidedly weren’t.

[you]: Think you should talk to her, she’s not happy with you wanting to stay here, after the wedding I mean. I support you whatever you decide but she seemed to think that you needed my blessing in order to leave with her. I told her she needed to talk to you - and I’m telling you the same thing.

Being honest and supportive was the best course of action and you hoped that neither of them (him more so than her) would be upset with how you went about it.

It worried you though when he didn’t answer and you had to trust that they would both understand that you didn’t actually want to influence anyones decision.

Liar, I want him to stay. Even if it’s not with me. I want him to stay.

You pushed the thought away and messaged Pope, the both of you came together and planned a dinner for everyone on the Friday before the wedding, which would turn into the bachelor party after. In five days, he’d be married and if Claudia got her way - far far away from you.

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[saturatedboy]

Hai! I have another request ( if it's okay ) can you do a donna x fem pirate reader where Donna is just wondering around with Angie when she found a portal to another dimension that leads to a beach where the reader's ship is alongside the shore then they went to inspect it but ended up being caught by the crew and brought her to the captain of the ship ( which is the reader )

Donna Beneviento X F!Reader

Quick talk, this will be in two parts. I missed some of your idea to keep for the next part because I had ended up getting caught in writing this that I completely forgot to check through the request again. My deepest apologise for that but I promise to have the next part up soon.

Part 2- https://saturatedboy.tumblr.com/post/657437883445166080/donna-beneviento-x-fempiratereader

Requests: Open

Words: 3k

The fragrance of sugar and chocolate had diffused around the small room. Sat back in her chair was none other that Lady Beneviento, Donna. Brining the china cup up to her slightly chapped lips, she sipped the Earl Grey tea and sighed in delight as the steaming liquid ran down into her stomach system. Gently placing her cup down, she looked to the other side of the small round table that was surrounded by nature's plants. At the other end was Angie, the doll, chewing down on some Victorian sponge cake. Donna raised her dainty hand to her lips to hide the small smile that had sketched itself onto her face. Keeping her lips pursed together, she held in the chuckle that threatened to escape from Angie having some icing around her mouth. Pushing the chair out, the metal scraping amongst the wooden floor, Donna had raised herself out from her chair and walked over to Angie, picking up a napkin that was settled in the middle of the table.

Making her way towards Angie, she took the doll's head within her hand and dapped at the white smooth icing that had coated her mouth. "I know you can't feel but please do try to be careful when eating." Donna spoke softly, folding the used napkin up and placing it next to Angie's now finished plate.

"Yeah yeah, I know. But now we have had our afternoon tea, I think it's time for an adventure!" Gliding up from her own chair this time, which was stacked with books so Angie could reach the table when sat, the doll had grabbed it's toymakers hand and whooshed out through the many corridors.

"Angie, I wasn't finished with my drink," The whine came from Donna's mouth, her veil flying behind her unmasked  face as she tried her best to keep up with her doll's quick speed when flying. Angie however completely ignore the cries of Donna and dragged her to he front of the manor by the cloak rack. A stern look had edged its way onto Donna's features as she was still upset about her tea going cold.

"I will make you more after a walk in the woods!" Angie swirled herself around the cloak rack and grabbed a black cloak for Donna to ear. Twirling herself around Donna, Angie placed the cloak on and tied the front into a bow. "There now lets go!" Donna shook her head slowly and flipped her veil over her face, only to follow Angie out of the manor, still wishing she could of finished her cup of tea.

"10 green bottles on a wall...10 GREEN BOTTLES ON A WALL!" Donna mentally screamed in her head as she listened to Angie scream. Although her behaviour would be accepted in the manor, Donna was very against of any attention outside her territory, which to her was mostly the manor.

"Angie, please keep it down a little," She whispered, closing her eyes as she followed the familiar path through her woods. Angie groaned loudly and dropped her arms to place weight onto her float. She let her eyes turns about as she started to spin in the air to give herself entertainment since she wasn't allowed to be loud.

"Spinning I am, spinning indeed." Angie talked to herself as she continued spinning, completely unaware of Donna having her eyes closed behind her veil as she herself was subconsciously following Angie's voice. As Angie was spinning, being unaware of her surroundings, she came connected to a rather large tree that had branches sprouting far and wide. "OW!" She screeched, altering Donna of the sudden pain. Donna opened her eyes and hurried towards Angie who was now sat on the dirt floor looking up at what she knocked into. "WOAH!" She cried out as she was back up floating around the large trunk. "When were you going to tell me you have a huge tree!?" She questioned Donna, circling around the trunk once and gliding towards Donna to settle onto her shoulder.

"I...didn't." Much just like Angie, Donna was also curious about the tree. She knew her territory like the back of her hand and she was more than sure that this tree had just came out of nowhere. Kneeling down onto the slightly soggy dirt, she inspected the large roots that were coted in a slimy orange substance. Dragging a finger through the slime, she fiddled with it between her index and thumb. "How strange, I haven't seen anything like this before."

"Oooooo maybe it's magic!" Angie threw her hands wide, her head doing a full 360 as she wriggled herself about on Donna's shoulder. Donna wiped the substance off her fingers onto the ground, pulling herself back onto her feet as she stared through her black veil at the now growing orange. "Erm Donna, what did you do?" Angie asked, watching as the orange had sprouted its way higher up the tree from the roots, to the trunk and so on, accompanied by a slight rumbling erupting from what sounded like inside the trunk.

"I have no idea Angie!" Shielding herself and Angie with her hands by crouching and hugging Angie close, Donna closed her eyes as the orange glow grew lighter and brighter in colour, changing into a warm white. She felt her body became much warmer as her head began to spin. Not knowing what was going on, she felt the faint touch of breeze brushing through her cloak. Letting herself fall onto her side, Angie still in grasp, Donna curled around and let whatever was going on to happen.

"-off mine. Go scrub the lower decks Decker."

"And why should I! I was only takin' a look!" Donna groaned as she felt the sudden feel of sickness wash over her body. She curled tighter as she felt like her body was swaying side to side. Trying to pride her eye open, she was met with the once darkness she had remember seeing from when she was first experimented on with the Cadou. A deep feeling of fear washed over her

"Because I'm the captain and you don't want to make the Captain angry now do ya boy?" Donna's fear increased at the sound of the voice. It was dripping in venom and threats that even she felt frightened of. The voice wasn't familiar either and the accent was one she hadn't heard before, Donna could've swore she knew everyone from the village, even the small children that had wished to see her to make flowers crowns with her when the festivals would be around.

"No ma'am-"

"Captain Decker. I am your Captain. Now off ye go boy before I get Slasher on ya. Beat it." The noise of heavy footprints had sped past Donna's head as she kept still, trying to keep her breathing to a minable. As far as she was now aware, whoever this captain was should be the only person left with her- wait no. Angie....where was Angie? More heavy footprints has walked past her head but whoever this pair has stopped right next to her head. Donna kept still on her side, not daring to even open her eyes in fear her veil may not be covering her face.

Silence was between all of them.

...

"I know you're awake~" The same voice, the Captain's voice this time was right above her ear making Donna squirm under the heat that came from the mouth. Shaking in anticipation, Donna shot her upper body up and pulled her knees to her chest, feeling small against the new person she has came in contact with. Looking up and keeping her eyes wide, she was in complete utter shock. In front of her stood a rather tall woman. Above average height she would compare her height to. Her hair was knotted, having a large Tricorn hat with a white feather place amongst the small nest of hair. A wide grin with small sharp teeth was scarred on the face of the female. She stood tall, a sword hanging from her hip with a long tail coat in white covered her body mostly with the front being open wide. Underneath the tail coat was a white waist coat, hugging the figure perfectly. White tights were worn with brown boots that reached the knee area. Donna's mind flicked to one word and one word only,

Pirate. Just like in the many stories she had read to Angie in the past. In front of her was a pirate, and a good looking one too in her eye. "Say there lassie, ye a long way from home ain't ya?" She spoke loudly, a chuckle rumbling her chest as she stared down at Donna. Donna was beyond speechless, did she transport world? Pirates were made up stories, they belonged in a book but the tree....the tree.

"Donnaaaaaaa," A satisfied sigh left Donna's mouth as she heard the familiar voice of her partner in crime. Looking around her space trying to find where she was, Donna saw blue the surrounded the scratch wood she was on. Looking back at the female pirate, she saw behind her an upper deck that had led to a steering wheel with a large male behind it with a pipe in his mouth. Looking behind herself, Donna saw the bow of what she now knew to be a ship. A sudden grip wrapped itself around Donna's back, a giggle escaping from whoever it was. "Donna we can be pirates! Oh this is a wonderful adventure!" Angie screamed out, squeezing herself under Donna's left arm to hug her from the front instead. Beneviento looked down at Angie, who now had a small hat on top of her grey veil.

"Angie, oh Angie." Donna huffed out as she hugged her doll close, being glad she was safe and not a single scratch on her.

"Gotta say, she's quite the hyper character ain't she. Pretty tough when up against Slasher as well. My mutt was gonna take a swig at 'er head there" Donna glared at the female pirate, feeling invaded and insulted that she would call Angie out on her character so easily like that.

"And you're just a...just a..." Donna threw her head to look back at Angie failing to come up with an insult to fend Angie's honour.

"Don't mind her, she's just head over heels for cute girls like yourself," Donna flicked Angie's head at her sudden words. Donna was sure she wasn't interested in fictional characters. Donna preferred to be clean, not like a pirate who would stay in the dirt and drink beer till they pass out inly to want a 'good time' when it was for their own personal needs. The thought of even dating a pirate sent shivers up her spine.

"I ain't no cute girl, I prefer the words dare devil or even maybe sexy~" The female flirted back, staring directly at Donna. Donna let go of Angie and stood up, her shy demeanour was long gone. She crossed her arms over her chest and threw her veil up not daring to take such immature behaviour from the other. The other had gasped, but not in shock but rather like she had just found treasure.

"Sexy isn't a word to describe such yourself- gosh I don't even know your name."

The pirate smirked, leaning their arm on the grip of their word as she lightly leaned back on her knee. She licked her teeth and smiled peevishly. "The name's (Y/n), however on the sea 'ere the name's Captain Silver-ring." Donna grimaced at the sudden outtake of the 'Captain Silver-ring's hand. She softly knocked it away from herself with her own hand and tutted, Angie watching from the side lines next to a rather buff dog which had seated itself on top of a barrel.

"I prefer it if you didn't touch me (Y/n). Contact by others isn't something I'm much used to." The quick explanation from Donna had created a head tilt from the Captain. She way beyond confused, what was a lassie doing dressed in full black even doing on her boat. Everyone in the area knew that contact was the only quick way to gain any booty, either by stealing or by taking- totally not the same.

The captain slowly nodded her head, a finger drumming on her cheek. "Okay, so ye on my boat with no thoughts of getting any of me treasure? Who are you working for? The Wooden Boot? Maybe you're a stealer for the Crow's Eye. I always knew she would try take me booty." Angie laughed out-loud drawing the attention of all the sailors on board the ship, even Donna.

"She said booty!" Donna covered her eyes slightly, feeling embarrassed. Her she was, a new world with new people and she may end up dying here. Great...just great.

"So if ye not 'ere to steal me booty, why are you 'ere then?" (Y/n) asked suspiciously as she then began to circle Donna, making her feel smaller than ever. Under the intense glare that (Y/n) gave out, Donna could only whimper slightly until the same light headed feeling came back to her just like before she came to be transported here.

"I don't know, I just somehow got here." Donna mumbled, letting herself drop to her knees with her head hung down. (Y/n) waited and stared at Donna, only getting bright eyes when she signalled everyone off top deck. Hurried feet ran down below, leaving just the captain, Donna, Angie and Slasher on top as night began to roll in.

"I never got ye name," (Y/n) said, kneeling down but keeping distance away from Donna after remembering she didn't like contact.

"I'm lady Beneviento-"

"A LADY! Oh my gosh, Where are my manners." Donna raised a brow as she lifted her head, it swirling around a bit, and watched as (Y/n) bowed.

"My Lady Beneviento-" A quiet gasp came from Donna's mouth. Never in her life was she ever called by 'my'- it was oddly comforting.  "-I am Captain Silver-Ring, name belonged to me mother who used to be the greatest pirate of all times. I am in her place as Captain of the white vessel, I strive to find the treasure she never found."

Angie began to bounce up and down, the sudden energy that surrounded them all made her giddy- especially the loudness of (Y/n)'s voice. "An what is that treasure?!" Angie asked excitedly, seemingly slightly affected by the same feeling of Donna with the light headedness as she would use her hands to steady herself straight.

"Well, it's simple- kinda." Donna waited for an answer, her vision slightly blurring as she looked up at the Captain who was now on two feet. Swinging her sword out, she raised it high as the sunset light had bounced off the silver blade. "And that is to find the perfect woman to be with forever!"

Just like she was hit with cupid's arrow, Donna fell suddenly to the ground and felt the same sickness run over her body. She dropped in temperature as she held tightly onto the cloak that covered her body. Closing her eye, she sucked her lips in and bit on them to keep her mouth shut. She didn't feel like throwing up t the moment, gosh no but the burning sensation building up in her stomach would want to beg her to.

Voices rang about in her mind as she curled once again. Letting ridged breaths out through her nose, she no longer smelt the salt that had clogged her nose when she was on that ship. Instead a smell of pine and mud filled her senses. Staying laying down, Donna waited until she felt like she could move and not throw up. Expecting when she opened her eye to be faced with the cocky smirk of the pirate, she was surprised to find Angie- without a pirate hat- looking down at her. "Looks like we are back home." She said, letting herself glide up into the air.

Donna closed her eye and re-opened it. Indeed this was her home. The smell of the mud was familiar to know. Pushing herself up, light headed still evidence within her mind, she watched as Angie looked behind her. "Ya know, that was quiet the adventure. I think we should do it again tomorrow!" Angie exclaimed as she pointed at something. Following her finger, Donna looked behind herself to realise the tree that had gotten themselves into that mess was still there.

"I think I'll skip." Donna said, letting herself lay in the mud. Angie hovered right over Donna, looking down at her with a smirk.

"Too afraid to face Captain Silver-ring?" She teased, wagging her finger at Donna making fake kissing noises. Donna scrunched up mud in her hand and threw it at Angie who laughed in returned. With slightly rosy cheeks, Donna protested against the idea of seeing the Captain again. "Okay okay...maybe I'll show Lady Dimitrescu the tree! ooo I bet (Y/n) would love her. A lady who loves danger, how perfect their match would be."

For unknown reasons to herself, Donna couldn't help but scoff at the name of Dimitrescu. "You know what, I will go back tomorrow. Not like we have much to do anyway," Donna dragged out, her scowl still on her face. She wouldn't let Dimitrescu see her, oh no. She wouldn't allow it.

She found Captain Silver-Ring first, she shall be the one to see her again. "Is this you saying you love her~"

"Angie love is a strong word, one I'm sure Pirates don't use. I'm only going to gather more information- who knows maybe mother would like this tree." Donna bit her lip after her sentence. "Or- we just keep this tree to ourselves and leave it like that?" She questioned mostly herself but either way, Angie replied with a grin.

"Maybe we could help her find a lover and we could ask for information in return to give to Mother Miranda!"

"Yeah....lets do..that." As Angie floated away back to the Manor clearly excited for the next day, Donna stayed laid in the mud questioning herself. A sudden flash back of the Captain's grin came into her mind making her hit her cheeks. "No no Donna, you are a Lady. She is a Pirate. A really...really- awkwardly nice pirate." Closing her eye, Donna laid there silently enjoying the look of the Pirate in her mind on repeat. How weird- she was enjoying remembering the new Captain. A new world.

Her now favourite adventure.

[flamminghotweedos]

could you please do prompts 74 & 75 with JJ from outer banks?! I LOVED your last one, you're such a talented writer ugh

A/N: thANK YOU that made me go WHEE :) I hope you liked this one!

Also! I thin I’m gonna start doing outer banks preferences so let me know if/what you’d like to see!

Word Count: 1599

Requested: yes. #74 “are you listening to me?” And #75 “no I was too busy watching you undress in my head,” (two of my faves)

Pairing: JJ x reader

Warnings: the usual swearing, and some flirty JJ x reader goin on

~Wipe Out~

(Set in Season 1 Episode 3) (btw I listened to Evan Finds The Third Room by Khruangbin from this episode ON LOOP and holy shit it adds so much I recommend it)

“I’m so proud of you right now, holy crap,” JJ said to the soaking wet Pope who got back on the boat. Pope has just taken the plug from Topper’s expensive boat, and his face fell serious.

“JJ?” He started,

“Yeah?”

“You can’t tell anybody,”

“Oh yeah no. Totally dude,”

“No. I’m serious, dude. Not Kie, not John B, especially not Y/N. Nobody,” JJ put his hands in up in defense, knowing you, his girlfriend, would kill both of them if you found out.

“Yup. My lips are sealed. Give me that,” JJ took the plug from Pope’s band and threw it over board.

Miles over on the beach, you sat in the sand with your surf board, rubbing on it trying to get some of the build up off of it. You looked up and at the sun setting over the water, John B. and Kiara conversing as they floated on their boards. You smiled and heard JJ’s familiar voice from behind you.

“Board works better if you get in the water, babe,” You stood up and turned around, giving both Pope and JJ that look you had. The, you guys spent way to long to have been working, plus word got out of some Pogues on the golf course today...you two did something, kind of look. It worked every time. JJ was the hardest, blondie had the thickest skull. But Pope? Man, Pope was blurting the truth out to you in seconds. Even spoiled three of your surprise parties the other Pogues had tried to throw you.

“Don’t submit, dude,” JJ grabbed Pope’s arm with his free hand.

“I took the plug out of Topper’s boat today-“

“What?!” You yelled, making the two boys shush you and take a step forward.

“Him and Rafe teamed up on him today when he was out delivering,” JJ argued for Pope and he nodded, moving his hat slightly to show you the scar.

“Oh my god, Pope why didn’t you tell me?” You grabbed the side of his neck and examined the gash. “Did you clean it? Are you hurt anywhere else? Did-“

“Y/N, chill. I’m alright,” Pope smiled and adjusted the board in his hand and ran towards the water.

“Hey! Save some waves for us!” JJ yelled and Kiara responded, but your hand on JJ’s bare chest stopped him.

“JJ,” you have him a warning look. The sudden authority you had in your voice sent a unexpected chill down his spine. “You realize how much Pope could lose if he get caught?”

“He’s not gonna get caught, baby,”

“JJ, you don’t know that,” and unexpected rant started from you, but JJ couldn’t pay attention. You just looked so fucking good in the sunlight right now. The way your hair feel naturally from the sea water, the way your bathing suit complemented every curve of your body. Not to mention, JJ’s eyes couldn’t help but wonder from yours, to your lips, to your breasts and down. An endless loop of him remembering what’s underneath the bathing suit. If he had the skill, he could probably draw every inch of you from memory with how many times he’s stared at you.

“Not to offend you JJ, but I don’t think you’d be the college type. You’ve told me yourself. Pope? Pope has a scholarship he’s gotta chase after. Baby, you gotta promise me you’ll watch after him if anything does happen. And if anything happens to him tell me. My dad’s got enough Kook cash that we could bail him or you out, okay?” You noticed the way his lip was stuck between his teeth. He only ever did that if he was focusing really hard on something. “JJ? Are you listening to me?” You asked and stepped forward, now only a few inches from you boyfriend.

“Huh?” His eyes finally met yours again, “no. No I was too busy watching you undress in my head,” you were taken back by his honesty. You blinked and few times and shook your head, leaning in for a kiss, your free hand cupping his cheek, patting it when he tried to deepen the kiss.

“Maybe later,” you pulled back and winked. You turned and walked off towards the water, feeling two familiar eyes stay on you. You weren’t worried about if JJ listened to that rant specifically. You knew he’d do the right thing in that situation.

“Hang on! Maybe?!” He called back and ran after you. You quickly straddled your board and started to paddle towards your other friends.

“If you wipe out less than five times, I guarantee you I’ll undress for you tonight,” you said once he caught up to you. He smirked and held his hand out, to close the deal. You took his hand and shook it, but as quickly pulled towards him, water splashing on both of you as he pressed him lips on yours. The salty sea water now on the taste on your tongue.

“Come on now! Remember the new rule!” John B. yelled as the other three paddled toward you two, pulling away from each other, you smiled to your friends. “If pogues are gonna Mack pogues, you either gotta not do it in front of the others or warn us,” you quickly took your hand, splashing water towards John B.

“Consider that your warning,” you all laughed, and Kie nodded and gestured for you all to start surfing.

And you kept count of JJ. The first wave he simply stood up and road out. Then the second wave, he did noting but stand up. You caught on to his tricks.

“Come on Jay! Not confident in your own skill?!” You yelled over as you road out a wave of your own, watching him smile and shake his head before paddling further out. The next wave, he did a few of his spins and turns. Next wave was bigger than he expected, catching him off guard and slipping into the water. The same on the next, yet he fell off when he tried to top the wave.

“That’s two, JJ!” You yelled and straddled your board. Kie floated over towards you, laughing.

“I’m afraid to ask,” you looked over at her, nothing the moon had started to come up.

“He wouldn’t pay attention when I was talking to him earlier,” you sighed as he skillfully spun and road the next wave out, sticking his tongue out at you as he passed. “So we made a bet, if he didn’t wipe out more than five times...I’d-“

“Got cha,” Kiara nodded with a giggle and watched Pope. surf through the tube.

“Ladies,” John B. said and floated over, you three catching some air. “What are we doin?” He asked as JJ raced Pope to a wave.

“Trying to get JJ to wipe out,” Kie said as you all kept their eyes on the two boys.

“Do I wanna know?”

“Just a bet we have,” you smirked and John B. nodded.

“How many times has he wiped out?” Just ask he asked, JJ got cocky, going for his normal rodeo turn at the peak, but his board got caught and flipped from underneath him.

“That’s five now, JJ! You sure you wanna try again?!” you yelled, teasing your boyfriend and he straddled his board and put his hands on his hips.

“JJ! Get some air on this one!” John B. yelled back. JJ looked at you, hopelessly tired, but his hard headedness made him turn his board and paddle out further. He started to effortlessly ride the wave out, it growing as it neared the shore. JJ gained some speed and looked for a water ramp. Once he found it, he maneuvered his board up the wave. The four of you, Pope floating towards you more, all yelled as JJ caught the air he was going for, but the cheers made him cocky. Turning his body to try and spin his board a little in air, he missed the flat of the wave, slipping from the board and flopping on the whitewater.

“Ooh,” you all winced, laughing slightly.

“I’ll go check on him, head to shore we’ll catch up,” you giggle as the other three started to paddle away, you laid on your stomach and paddle towards JJ. He was now laying on his back on his board, taking deep breaths.

“Don’t say a word,” he warned once you floated over. You grabbed on to his board in order to stay together in the moon lit water.

“That was actually pretty impressive,” he let out and laugh and he sat up on his board, smirking over to you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah...but you lost so...I won’t be undressing for you tonight,” you shrugged, all ready with an idea in your head. JJ could tell, and played along.

“So you won...what’s your prize?” He asked as you two began to size up the next wave to ride to shore.

“You have to undress me tonight,” with that you shot a wink and paddled before standing up on your board and riding the wave to shore.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S3:E1; Chapter One, Suzie, Do You Copy? - [Pt. 5 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Summer brings new jobs and budding romance. But the mood shifts when Dustin’s radio picks up a Russian broadcast, and Will senses something is wrong.

a.n: thank you guys so much for waiting, I know it must have frustrating but I don't regret taking time off. FYI i ended up skipping some scenes like Hopper's talk with Mike and Joyce going home cause I just kept getting stuck

||𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Dustin is the first to reach the top of the hill, his sister, the last. And when she does, she hastily unhooks the bag from her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground before she does.

"We made it!" Dustin happily declares, choosing to ignore the bitter attitude of his cranky and overheated friends.

"Yeah, only took five hours." Max sighs, dumping her weight on the grass beside Y/n who buried her heated face in the cool grass.

"Quick," Y/n groaned, rolling herself over onto her back. "someone... water. I'm gonna be a raisin soon... please,"

Lucas's face lit up at the mention and instinctively he dropped the bag off of his shoulder and retrieved their shared canteen of water. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed and a frail smile strung across her face when she saw this. Lazily, she reached for it, expecting Lucas to hand her the refreshments she had asked for.

But a frown quickly flew across her face when she heard the flat splashing of water on grass and the obnoxious sound of guzzling. Hesitating against the downpour of golden sunlight into her eyesight, she allowed her eyelids to unscrew just enough to see Lucas downing the rest of the group's water.

Her lips drew back into a snarl, ready to chastise the boy, but her friend had beat her to the punch.

"Did you seriously just drink the rest of our water?" Max deadpans, her icy glare piercing Lucas.

"Nope," Answered Y/n from her spot on the grass, eyes peeling open again to scowl at Lucas. "I know for a fact he wouldn't do that, Max, cause that would mean I'd have to kick his ass."

Lucas cautiously met her eye, his puffed-out cheeks filled with water slowly drained themselves back into the canteen leaving behind a sheepish smile. He held out the container for Max, then Y/n as a peace offering. All he was met with were tired glowers.

"That's it. Your ass is grass, Sinclair," Y/n seethed, no real threat behind her words. Or her actions, as she showed no signs of moving other than the depleting motion of her tired heaving from her spot on the grass and a lazy pointed finger hanging in the air in his direction. It fell back to the ground. "You know, after I get up. The moment I do, it's over for you,"

Despite the creeping smirk, Max rolled her eyes at the duo as she grabbed for the duffle bag she had previously been carrying.

"Is it just me," she addresses the group as she unpacks, her mischievous smirk blossoming on her pink cheeks. "or has Y/n gotten meaner?"

Everyone shares a hum of laughter that floats amongst them, including Y/n who smiles to herself pleased, her eyes once again closed.

Unknowingly, Dustin does the same as he unpacks his duffle. A fleeting sense of deja vu passes over him.

"Yeah, it's my probably my fault," he says, beginning to put the first pieces of the Cerebro together. "all that time we spend with 'that douchebag' Steve Harrington,"

"Hey," pipes Y/n shortly. Thinking of the running joke that had started up earlier in the year thanks to Robin, her voice falls into a mocking tone. "don't talk about mom like that, Dustin."

Dustin gives her a funny look before ultimately rolling his eyes as she laughs quietly to herself. The sight drew a smile on Will's face and he briefly paused his unpacking to smile at her, then shook his head returning to work.

"Weirdo," Dustin mumbles. "Alright, sunbathing time is over. Come on. Get up and help us!"

It's Y/n's turn to roll her eyes and she does so with another impressive groan, though she does comply. She rolls herself over and sits herself up so she is sitting on her folded legs, and gets to work on the bag she had previously discarded.

What members of the party remain pull together underneath the setting sun and got to work. Under Dustin's word, the team was able to make quick work of the scraps they had lugged with them.

Lucas, Max, and Dustin took up the work of assembling the base of the radio antenna as Will and Y/n got to work dismantling several bare umbrellas for the makeshift directors. Dustin, who had been so engrossed in his work, had gotten to his third strip of tinfoil only to realize the roll was running thin and that Y/n had been sneaking strips to make various types of hats; one shaped like a baseball cap resting on her head, the second on Will's was shaped like a wizards cap to match Will the Wise, and a third, half-finished cowboy hat sat tucked away behind her back on the grass when Dustin's suspicions grew.

Dustin had learned better with the duct tape; keeping it on his person and only distributing it to those who asked. And he had been so caught up in it guarding the duck tape to avoid another incident he failed to stop the first.

After finishing her section of Cerebro, Y/n had gotten to work on her "side project", this one in the shape of a bucket hat for Max. Dustin tried to scold her again, but she knew they were just about one strip of duct tape away from finishing.

After some conniving on Max and Y/n's part—out of an act of spite, Max defiantly accepted the cap with honor as Y/n placed it on her head, both of them glaring at Dustin—the party came together to hoist the now finished Cerebro into the summer air.

"Pretty impressive, right?" Dustin declares as they all gaze up at their finished work.

Several of them nod.

"Now," he says, all but throwing himself on the grass beside the receiver. "ready to meet my love?"

Dustin is met with scattered agreement.

"Yeah,"

"Sure,"

"Go ahead,"

Y/n, however gladly takes a seat across from her brother, stretching herself out in the grass as she finally enjoys the absence of work in the sun. "Dustin, as your sister, I can honestly say that I have been waiting for this moment all my life. Fair warning though, I will be talking her ear off."

A hopeful grin touches Dustin, slowing blooming on his face. And despite her next words, he finds himself laughing a little.

"But I'm afraid I can't promise I won't be telling her anything and everything embarrassing about you."

His face falls flat, a hint of playfulness still lingering. And as he does so, Will gives into Y/n's lead and takes a seat beside her in the grass. Dustin only narrows his eyes at the pair.

"Telling you really was a mistake, wasn't it?"

Y/n breaks out in a devilish grin and she is unable to stop the quiet cackle that tumbles out of her, yet still it turns Will's insides to jelly. He, like his friends, had been watching the siblings' exchange with great amusement.

"Yes," she agrees, eagerly. "yes it was."

Dustin rolls his eyes before bringing the device up to his mouth, his fingers already on the speaker button.

"Suzie, this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

A silence falls over the group as they wait, the only sounds to fill it are the crackling of the Cerebro's interference and the sweet sounds of nature that put even Max at ease. But no response comes.

Dustin shrugs it off, scratching his nose nervously as he mutters softly up to his waiting friends.

"One sec. She's probably... She's still there," he smiles, turning back to the speaker in his hand. "Suzie... This is Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

The others begin to shift uncomfortably where they stand; the awkward tension growing heavy in the air and they share uneasy glances outside of Dustin's field of vision.

"I'm sure she's there," says Dustin, his voice so soft and quiet it was nearly carried away by the breeze. "You know, maybe, she's just like, busy or--"

"Yeah," Lucas quickly agrees, avoiding eye contact and adjusting his cowboy hat.

"You know, it's around dinner time."

Everyone is quick to mumble an agreement, and Y/n, desperate for something to keep her busy and her mind off of whatever was happening mindlessly pulled a pack of gum from her pockets. Her eyes were fixed on a random spot in the grass as she unwrapped a bit of f/f gum and slipped into her mouth. Before putting the packet back, she just as mindlessly pulls another slip and offers one to Max who gladly accepts.

"Suzie," Dustin tries again. "this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

Will watched Dustin continue his efforts to contact his girlfriend and couldn't help but note the bit of sadness growing in his chest at the sight. Dustin seemed so hopeful, and to see—

The spiraling thought was interrupted when he felt something move his hair; he smiled when he realized Y/n was readjusting the tinfoil wizard's cap on his head that had been slipping. He breathed a quiet laugh, watching her lips twitch up in a smile as she readjusts a few strands of hair she had messed up

"Suzie, do you copy? This is Dustin. Over."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"...do you copy? Over."

The summer moonlight spilled out onto the hill still occupied by five of seven party members; Max and Lucas, who lie on their backs side by side as they stargaze together while Dustin was still at Cerebro. Will—like his friends—wanted to make most of the scenery and found himself sprawled on his back in the grass. The back of his head was resting on Y/n's leg as she mindlessly played with his hair, her stare a million miles away. His eyes began to flutter closed having grown content by her warm and soothing touch.

"Suzie! This is Dustin, do you copy? Over."

The breeze picked up in a pleasant wave, making the trees sing around them. And it was gentle enough to pull Y/n from her thoughts, and back on her brother.

"Suzie, this is your Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

It dawned on her just how hard it was to see him in the darkness, and it hit her just how long they had been there. As her fingers continued to fiddle with Will's bangs, her downcast eyes landed on his face; the sight of him in a state of such relaxation put a smile on her face and a warm feeling in her chest.

He had been through so much for so long and was given so little time to readjust. This was one of the many reasons she enjoyed planning campaigns with him; he was always in his element, supercharged and bursting with ideas. That is when he could manage not to lose concentration whenever a love song came on the radio that didn't make him all dopey and lovesick.

At the thought, Y/n felt a heat creep all over her skin as it always did whenever she thought about Will—but she knew it had nothing to do with her powers. It was just Will. And his innate ability to lift her spirits higher than the skyline while simultaneously bringing her back down to earth; A superpower all his own.

Just as it had happened only just the other night with Will, the lovesick gaze holding her hostage was broken when the other took notice.

"What?" Will whispered up to her in a funny smile.

The softness in his voice pulled Y/n back down and into reality where she was faced with the embarrassing truth of being caught. She shook her head with a simper, a mischievous idea blooming in her mind as one hand crept out of sight and curled around the discarded tinfoil hat he placed in the grass.

"Nothing," she whispered, shrugging. Y/n scrunched her nose as she put on a silly look of fake disgust. "Just getting tired of this ugly mug is all,"

She placed the tinfoil hat over his face where it wobbled, threatening to fall. Y/n smiled again, breathing a laugh through her nose as he laid there still. Oh, so easily she could imagine the unimpressed look now plastered on his face.

"Funny," came his muffled, echoed response.

"Right?"

"Suzie, this is—"

"Dustin!" Cried Max suddenly. Her frustration had been growing with every call and it was a wonder she hadn't broken yet. "Come on! She isn't there."

"She's there, alright?" Dustin argued. "She'll pick up,"

Will craned his head up to look at the disturbance and in doing so sent the tinfoil dunce cap tumbling off his face and back into the grass.

"Maybe Cerebro isn't working?" Will offered.

"Or maybe Suzie doesn't exist," wondered a greatly agitated Lucas.

"She exists!" Dustin defended, the pitch of his voice rising as he got more defensive.

"She's a genius AND she's hotter than Phoebe Cates?" Lucas countered. "No girl is that perfect."

Max shot up from her spot in the grass and cast down a look at her boyfriend.

"Is that so?"

Lucas is quick to back peddle and throws himself into a sitting position with a growing look of concern.

"I mean," Lucas stammers. "you're perfect. I mean, you-you're per—I mean like you're perfect in your special way—you're own special way."

Max finally releases the laugh she had been holding in and shakes her head. "Relax, I was teasing. I'm obviously perfect and Dustin is obviously lying."

"Max," Y/n sighs. Her eyes flickering sympathetically to her brother who is downcast.

But Max doesn't think much of it and climbs to her feet. She throws her hand out for Lucas to take and pulls him to his feet. "Come on, Don Juan."

Together they start down the hill, prompting the final couple remaining to follow as they pick up the pieces left behind.

"Where are you going?" Dustin calls out to Max and Lucas.

The redhead barely throws a look over her shoulders as they retreat. "Home,"

Y/n watches with great disappointment as they retreat down the hill. She finally broke away when Will offered his hand from where he was standing.

"Well, guess it's just us," says Dustin longingly, not yet realizing they too were heading out.

"Um," he checks his watch, wincing at the timing. Like his girlfriend, he sends Dustin an apologetic look. "it's late. I'm sorry."

Dustin doesn't bother to hide his disappointment, but Will perks up with a hopeful smile. "But maybe tomorrow we can play D&D?" He flashes a smile to Y/n. "We've been working on a campaign lately. We've been dying to show you, we think you'd like it."

Y/n nods eagerly. "Yeah, and maybe you can tell us more about Suzie?"

"Yeah," Her brother nods, sad eyes still locked on the grass and limply his shoulders rise in a shrug. "sure."

Will tries again, giving his friend an earnest smile. "Welcome home,"

Dustin nods again and Will begins down the hill. He looks back when Y/n's hand slips out of his own to see her lingering. "I'll catch up in a minute,"

Will nods and starts after his friends leaving the Henderson siblings alone. Dustin is the first to break the ice, his voice sullen.

"She is real, you know," he mumbles, head nearly sagging all the way to the grass.

"I believe you, Dustin," says Y/n. She gestures to Will's retreating form with a gentle smile. "We both do."

His mood doesn't lift but Dustin's gaze does curiously. He's surprised to find nothing but sincerity in her eyes.

"I'm sorry about today. I really am. We were really looking forward to it," pessimism flashes across her face. "well, I know Will and I were."

"Is that why you guys are leaving?" He can't help but ask bitterly, making Y/n frown.

"You know it's not like that," subconsciously she starts fiddling with her watch to take away from the worry that had been growing all day. Her gaze stays on Will and the longer it does the more obvious it is she's scared. "It really is getting late and... Well, honestly I think something's bothering him. Like there's something he's not telling me. I don't know, it could be nothing but I'd feel better if I saw him home."

"I guess I can't blame you for being careful with him. I just— I guess I pictured today going a lot differently."

Y/n nods. "I did too."

A small silence falls between them. It's filled with nothing but unsaid words and the melodic choir of crickets singing to the night sky.

"For what it's worth, I know I've been teasing you pretty bad but... I am really excited to meet Suzie. I'm sure she's great,"

"Thanks," For the first time since before the sun had set, Dustin's lips hook upward in a threat to smile. "She is..."

"Get home safe, Romeo," Y/n quips. When he sends her a soft 'you too' she decides it's gotten too chummy and impulsively she yanks his hat over his eyes, chuckling at the look on his face.

Dustin chuckles under his breath and eagerly fixes his hat just in time to watch Y/n scurry down the hill to catch up with Will.

"You too," he mumbles more to himself than anything.

He watches as Y/n casts one apologetic look over her shoulder and that's that. He now stands alone on the hill next to the homemade radio tower, watching sadly as everyone leaves. It's nearly enough to break the dam of tears he can feel collecting in his eyes but he perseveres.

And nearly jumps out of his skin when the transceiver comes to life. It angrily spits out static and Dustin throws himself to the ground, making a grab for the speaker.

"Suzie? Suzie is that you?"

A voice can be heard here and there; not the voice of his beloved Suzie but much deeper, and unmistakably Russain. He snaps himself out of his daze and makes quick work of doing his best to clear the interference. His assessment was right; the voice was Russian, and it calmly spoke a string of words he wished desperately to understand. And yet, no matter how confusing, he can't help but feel his skin crawl with excitement when he realizes...

Cerebro had just intercepted a top-secret Russian transmission. Arguably the most vital piece in the puzzle of what would come to be known as the most important summer of their young lives.

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CABIN FEVER - JASON VOORHEES X READER [CHAPTER 8]

Summary In an effort to remove yourself from your previous life in the big city, you move to Crystal Lake. The cabin you had inherited from your father makes the perfect place for a fresh start, however, there is a secret in these woods (and within yourself) that you must come to accept…and to love.

A/N I finally managed to get some muse for this again! I have an idea of where I’m going to go with it and I can’t wait to actually finish this project, I’m gonna do it if it kills me. Here’s the next chapter at least...a year later lol 

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Months passed between the day of slaughter, and something inside of you felt heavy even after the deed had been said and done.

True to his word, Jason had taken care of everything. You had woken up the day after the Incident to clean sheets and the disappearance of both blood and body in your mind. It was as though the back of your head was trying desperately to push the thoughts of slaughter from you. To lock it away inside of your subconscious in a way that you would never be able to reach it again. It was something you didn’t need to remember, your brain insisted with desperation lacing the tone it usually took when it spoke to you, and you should simply accept that it would never be like that again.

The nightmares did not let you forget, though.

Each night seemed plagued with them, some more grueling than the other. More desperate in its plaintiveness each time you thought through the story that played within it. Your body in each dream pushed itself through dark, craggy forests and against the bare ground of soil. Roots curled with hunger at your legs as you chased your victim, breath heaving and weapon tight in your fist as you caught up to the terrified little thing. Your weapon always seemed to change in the time of your rest. Sometimes it was the trowel, pointed at its tip and built only for tilling the earth, and other times it was a machete with a glimmering blade and reflective steel like teeth bared for murder.

Sometimes, you were the one running from yourself. Your own form silhouetted in the darkness as you chased down who you knew you had to kill. Sometimes you tripped on the edges of roots so thick they might as well have been hands, and looked up into your own wild gaze. Your own form as you shakily held up the trowel against your fingertips. Sometimes it was you who screamed into the darkness as the weapon fell down into your skull and - oh - you could feel the pain in your body as the pressure drowned you in rivulets of dark red against soil.

You woke up more often than not during the night now, the nightmares ripping through your body in the form of a loud, shaky scream that would fill the forest late into the evening. You found yourself more than once awoken by Jason. His hands would cling to your sides and be pressing you firmly into the bed, keeping your arms away from yourself as what cuts you had given your skin due to your ragged nails blossomed over you. It was as though you were trying to write a message into your own body. If you squinted close enough, the lines you had scribbled with your keratin on the soft flesh or your inner arm were almost readable in their entirety.

Your fault. You did this. She’s dead. It was you! Always you.

As you pondered the threats of the voice inside of your head, staring idly at the slowly healing scars that littered your body now, you were pulled away by a knock at the door. It was a pounding and forceful thing that sent your already sensitive head reeling into a momentary headache. You could feel the pain behind your teeth and you could already tell it would slowly become a migraine after a few more hours of leaving it be. You were sure you had some pain killers somewhere left in your bathroom’s medicine cabinet. If not, you mused, you had willow bark and some rosemary out in your steadily growing garden. You could always whip up a remedy for it using those.

The second solid knock on the door made you more weary as you approached it, however. It was not how Jason knocked. He did so gently, afraid of breaking your doorframe if he slammed on it too hard. He never wanted to startle you with his force and, besides, as of late you’ve been allowing him to simply walk into your home without knocking. It was his home now as much as yours and the thought permeated your weariness to offer a fleeting touch of euphoria.

The third knock was accompanied by a voice.

“Hello? Is anyone home?”

You tensed, palms suddenly sweaty as you stared at the doorknob. You felt your stomach lurch in terror as you chewed on the inside of your cheek, biting down hard enough to feel the skin give into a bruising press of your molars. Jason was not due back from his daily patrol of the lake for an hour still. Likewise, he did not speak. He did not have a voice like that. Rough. Open. Unknown.

With a deep, long inhale you gripped the doorknob and slowly opened it up, the old wood creaking with every turn. You made a mental note to oil its hinges when you could.

The man standing in front of you was middle aged, the graying of the hairs littered in his beard giving it away that he was pushing closer to his 50s at the earliest. The thin lines of his wispy hair were hidden behind a dark brown Stetson rimmed with a small tassel of gold and a badge that indicated his status as a police officer from the local town station. Your mind could not read the words decorated on his tanned uniform. They floated against his skin like ancient hieroglyphs as you gripped the doorknob of your home tighter. Your knuckles turned white behind the frame.

You felt a cold rush of air hit your body and you stiffened, brows furrowing as you tried to act surprised and not as terrified as you felt beneath your skin.

“Afternoon, Ma’am,” The officer tilted his hat respectfully at you, “Sorry to bother you in… Your home. I just had a couple of questions for you regarding a few missing folks if that’s alright.”

You did not miss the pause in his tone as he looked around the forest, clearly uncomfortable in the vast outdoor space. You almost wanted to snort. Wasn’t it his job to patrol the woods? To keep hooligans and stupid hunters out of here in the first place? No, he wasn’t even doing that. Instead it was Jason who protected this forest. Who kept everything within it safe, far better than this fool who stood before you could ever do. You shifted on your feet, ignoring the damp spot of sweat growing on the back of your neck.

“Y-Yes that’s quite alright,” You managed out in a surprisingly even tone, your stutter passing as surprise for seeing an officer so suddenly, “It’s horrible to hear some people are missing, especially this time of year.”

“I know,” He sounded almost genuine in his remorse, “That’s why we’re asking around in case anyone’s seen them. Last I heard from another source, they were up camping out in the forest area around here. I figured since you lived up here, you’d be able to tell me if you’ve seen anything of ‘em around or close to your property? Have you ever walked around the forest and caught sight of some folks? Or seen any campsites set up close by, maybe?”

Your mind flashed to the images of the bodies dead on the forest floor, their red blood soaking into the mossy ground. Dead eyes stared forward at you in your mind, glossy with haze and their faces contorted into fear as their brains decorated the edges of tree trunks around you. You remembered the woman, your spade lowered into her skull and her blood warm on your hands as you watched her still pulsating organs devour themselves in an ouroboros of sin.

“Ma’am?”

You looked up with surprise, snapping yourself out of your momentary disassociation. You swallowed and sighed.

“Sorry, I was thinking if I’d seen anyone,” You were surprised how easily the lie left your lips as you shook your head, “Unfortunately, I haven’t seen anything but the deer lately. As far as I know, no one’s been around here.”

There was a momentary pause in the conversation. A quiet lapse as the officer gazed forward at you, a furrow to his brow marking his concern. Your heart pounded hard in your chest, moving its way up to your throat. He knew, you thought with terror rising in your veins, he knew that you were lying. That you had done it. He saw through your lies and into your soul. Into your sins and-

“Alright,” He nodded, “Thanks for your input. Now you don’t hesitate to call the station if you see any suspicious activity in this place, alright? It’s dangerous living alone in this forest, but rest assured we’ll keep it under control.”

“It’s been pleasant so far,” You find yourself speaking out softly, almost with a smile, “But I… appreciate the security, Officer…”

“Hughes. Darcy Hughes,” He introduced himself, his smile lines emphasizing his age as he gave you a brisk nod, “Take care of yourself and don’t get into any trouble, then.”

“I’ll certainly do my best.”

With another tilt of his hat and a hum to his lips, he turned away from you to file back into his police car that he had brought out, the top of it already slightly covered by fallen pine needles and leaves. He brushed them off gently before getting back in, offering one last wave to you through his windshield. You waved back, a smile plastered on your face as you watched him start up his vehicle, back out of the dirt driveway, and turn down the barely wide enough path to the town once more.

You didn’t stop waving until you were sure his car was out of sight. Slowly you turned back into your home, closing the door behind you, where you stood for a long, quiet moment.

Your legs shook the next second, trembling so hard that they gave out from underneath you. You collapsed to the floor, gasping for a breath you didn't realize you had been holding this whole time. You coughed, wincing at the pain of splinters gathering in your kneecaps, and you threw your hands out to catch yourself as you heaved. For a moment you felt like you were going to vomit onto the floor in front of you, but your throat was so dry with exhaustion that nothing dared to come up and ruin its scratchy heat.

You did it. You had made it out of that situation. Yet the weight on your shoulder burned like a brand, searing an invisible mark into your flesh as you cried out in pain, arching your back as if to escape the sensation.

Liar, your mind laughed at you, what a liar, lair, lair-

A new knock on the door startled you from your writhing episode on your floor. Your face paled in terror. Was the officer back? Maybe you could ignore his knocking. Maybe you could pretend to be in the back of your house and ignore the sound that scratched on your eardrums like a funeral march. Perhaps it was Jason? Returning early from his patrol and sensing your distress behind the door of your home? Your heart momentarily sparked with hope as you stood up on your feet again, feeling light headed as you turned and reached out, wincing at the feeling of the knob beneath your hand once again.

When you pulled it open this time, it was neither Hughes nor Jason. But someone new.

He was an older man, older than Officer Hughes certainly, with barely any hair on his wrinkled, liver-spotted forehead. The way his lip shriveled around his mouth indicated his lack of teeth, his sagging cheeks only serving to make the glare of dark brown eyes he trailed on you all the more intimidating. He stepped forward, invading your space the moment you opened the door. The scent of alcohol was radiating off of him, making you want to gag and cover your mouth as you took one step back into your home, swallowing hard.

“C...Can I help you?”

“Saw you talkin with Officer Friendly there,” He growled out with a raise of his eyebrow, “Told him you didn’t see nothin, didn’t ya?”

“Well, yes I-”

“Been a while since you been in town too, huh?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. It was true, you rarely visited the small town just outside of Crystal Lake. Since your self sustaining farm had taken off, you really only visited for canned goods to stock up on during the winter, or to sell some of your fresh produce to the local grocery store for a little extra money in your pocket here and there. When you did visit, you rarely talked to any of the locals that did not demand your immediate business. You exhaled, your fingertips drumming on the wood of your door.

“I haven’t had a need to.”

The man smiled, confirming your hypothesis on his missing teeth.

“Ya may have fooled the police, girl, but oh I know. I know just what you are, you know. Ain’t gonna pull the wool over ol’ Eddie’s eyes, oh no siree.”

He - Eddie you guessed - got closer to you, his eyes narrowing in a squint as you set your jaw in worry.

“Yer a witch, ain’t ya.” The way he said it didn’t mean it was a question, “Livin out here with yer potions and yer nature. I bet ya killed those folks, too! But oh, it don’t matter. You got em fooled, don't you?”

He was advancing more now, dangerous in his posture towards you as you swallowed hard. You stepped back into your home, moving your grip on the door to quickly shut it, but his boot clad foot blocked the entrance so it didn’t shut all the way. You gasped as he crawled through the gap, a spider with crazed eyes and gnashing jaws as he reached out for you with a glare.

“I knew you’d be trouble since ya came! Changing our town’s ways an communin out here with them spirits. Y’ain’t gonna fool me, not me! You’ll get turned right in and they’ll see ya for what ya are, ya witch! Ya daughter of Satan! Ya-”

He suddenly wasn’t there anymore. With a surprised yelp his entire form was peeled away from your door. You held your breath in surprise, your heart beating loud in your ears as you waited for another sign that he would come in. That he would break the door down and rip apart your form in search of his evidence. In search of anything to call you a witch once more. You looked at your hearth of bones and dried plants, setting your jaw as you understood the accusations, but did not want to hear them.

Instead all you heard outside was another strangled gasp of surprise. A solid snap of something fragile. A thud of body to wood.

You waited a few more seconds before gripping the frame in trembling hands, slowly peeling the door open to reveal what had happened just feet from you in your home.

Eddie’s head was bent to face his back, his eyes wide and dead in shock as his jaw hung limply, broken and bruising the tender skin of his old face. Only a small amount of blood dribbled from the dislocation of his jaw and neck, the tendons bursting against the bruising skin. His fingers curled in on themselves like a dead spider would curl its legs on itself. You stared, blank and unsure for the longest of moments as your heartbeat slowed in your chest. As you licked your suddenly too chapped lips in an effort to hold back your growing smile.

You failed, exhaling as the edges of your mouth upturned into something of a wide, relieved looking grin. You looked upwards from the crumpled body before you, a blush heating your cheeks as you admired the man standing in front of it, his breath coming in ragged gasps against his chest as he followed your gaze.

Jason reached out to you, ignoring the body on your porch. His fingertips roamed the vast expanse of your skin, feeling for any wounds or any indication that you had been hurt before he could reach out to protect you. When you gave a swift sign of ‘I’m fine’ his shoulders sagged in relief. His gaze returned momentarily to the body at his side. One hand reached up to his form, the awkwardness of signing with just a single one making it hard to read but understandable nonetheless. He refused to let go of you for even a moment.

‘What happened?’

‘Police came. Townsfolk are getting suspicious.’

The hand on your shoulder tensed, the pressure in creasing for only a moment.

‘Then I’ll kill them.’

‘No! You can’t get all of them.’

‘I want you to be safe.’

‘I’m safe with you. Always with you.’

Jason paused then, his hand finally freeing your arm as he looked away. He gazed down at the body in front of him, its tangled limbs and broken spine an homage to just what he would do for you. As if aiding in his thoughts, the wind blew gently through the trees. Fallen leaves swirled upwards in a momentary tornado. In the background, your chickens clucked in their coops and the soil housing both your plants and the dead bodies gathered for fertilizer filled Jason with a suddenly intense sort of want. He looked back at you. Through his mask you could see conviction. Surprised at the look, you tilted your head at him, brows furrowed in confusion. You reached your hand out to touch his face, rubbing along the rough edges of his hockey mask in a gentle gesture, one he leaned into as your touch grounded him.

“What’s wrong?” You spoke this time, your tone a weak whisper as you searched his gaze, “What are you thinking about?”

How he knew the next sign was beyond you, yet he moved his fingertips with such conviction that you could not help the heart stopping gasp that welled inside of you when he managed it:

‘Marry me.’

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16. Play.

Noticing the power shift created by Joey’s new form and role in his story, the Ink demon, the Prophet, and the now much more lucid searchers are interested in playing a few games with their old pals Henry and Joey. (Or not very interested, in the prophet and searchers’ cases) (Set in the AU where by yeeting Joey into the ink machine before going through the portal-door in the kitchen, Henry is accompanied by a chatty, useless, and overall insufferable little imp.)

The novelty of Joey accompanying him as a friendly, (Henry used that term loosely considering what he knew now.) tiny, cartoon demon wore off the second the story actually kicked into play. For starters, the former animator knew that whether either of them liked it or not, Joey was going to be clinging to him whenever he felt like it and following him like a lost puppy.

At the moment, the imp was running ahead of the animator, tapping his feet impatiently as he ‘waited’ for the old man to catch up before scurrying off again and occasionally tripping, but Henry knew that by the time the Ink Demon came into play, the little devil would use him as a meat shield.

 Speaking of the two devils, Henry approached the freshly boarded up ink machine room which Joey was already peering into with an uneasy expression on his pale face. The animator also peered into the room, but instead of being greeted by the Ink Demon popping out of the hole and starting the chase, he watched the Ink demon pace about the small room with an expression he’d never seen on it before: a grimace.

In addition to the demon’s seemingly much more expressive face, he seemed to have a different approach to his role as a villain now that he had no script from Joey to follow; a villain who was much more dangerous than a smart animal.

“SAMMY! JACK! JOHNNY!”

The Ink Demon shouted and called up three figures of ink.

“Alright, now listen up you three good-for-nothing, sewer-water-brained Lackeys, the creators will be here ANY second now, and if I find out YOU STUPID INK BLOTS let them get away, I’m gonna wring your necks out like wet towels! Do I make myself clear?!”

“Yes, your vileness.” The swollen searcher with a bowler hat replied in a tired sounding tone.

“Clear as day, your assholiness.” The Prophet added, sounding like more of a smartass than he had ever been when he was alive.

“Y-yes… Lord Ink Demon… We’ll take good care of them all right! W-well not good, but- EEEP!” a third searcher that appeared to have teeth made out of piano keys meekly stuttered and hid from the Ink Demon’s untrusting glare from behind the safety of the Prophet’s legs.

“Good! Now listen up: they’ve started up our machine already so we don’t have much time to plan: So what do we do to stop them?”

“Uh... ...Same thing as always?”

“W-well… I’m sure that you’ll have the best plan out of all of us, your rottenness!”

“You can stick your hand out of the holes in the boards and watch them run and fall to their doom like a pair of stray sheep who don’t see the cliff.”

“NO! When Joey’s not in control, I’m calling the shots around here! And I say: We’re not going to run his stupid story through the machine any more! We’re doing something completely different, something that will really make ‘em suffer...”

“Henry!” Joey tugged on the man’s pant leg and whispered loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to grab the ink monsters’ attention. “He can think and talk! He’s not supposed to do that! Hell, aside from Sammy, none of them are supposed to be any smarter than feral animals! Not to mention, they all look different… I think that stuff on Sammy is supposed to be hair, but it’s never been THAT long before...”

The Ink Demon slapped his forehead and grumbled under his breath.

“Speak of the %*#@ing devils…” He then stared expectantly at the confused trio of searchers. “WELL?! THEY’RE HERE; RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR! ARE YOU GONNA MAUL ‘EM OR ARE YOU JUST GONNA SIT AROUND WAITING FOR THE COCKROACHES IN YOUR HEADS TO CHEW UP THE GARBAGE YOU CALL BRAINS FIRST?!”

“Why not take the pleasure in offing them yourself, your dicklessness?”

“Uh, Yeah, and when you fail at that, we’ll set up traps for ‘em downstairs. It’s not like they’re gonna escape the studio.”

The searcher with piano key teeth sheepishly nodded along.

“What?! But I had this cool dramatic entrance planned out and everything- ARGH! FINE!” The Ink Demon grumbled as he started breaking the boards. “If you want a mauling done right...”

Henry held Joey like a football as he ran through the rapidly flooding studio as the Ink Demon cackled manically throughout the chase.

“READY OR NOT HEEREEE I COOOOMEEEE~”

Henry found himself having to jump and duck to avoid a lot more falling debris and had felt the demon’s claws at his back at times, the situation was not helped by Joey screaming and crying the entire time.

He felt more dread than relief as he saw the exit coming in, no matter how close it got, he never got to it, like every time before, the floorboards broke underneath his feet. He always fell, and now, someone would try to catch him.

“HA! NOT WHEN I’M IN CHARGE, CREATOR!”

And would succeed.

It happened so fast that Joey couldn’t tell if he did it intentionally or not, but he had slipped out of Henry’s grip and had fallen down to the depths of the studio with a loud ‘splash’ announcing his arrival.

Announcing that he was alone, defenseless, and weak. In a studio that Joey now knew no longer was his to control, and was filled with many, many enemies who would fully take advantage of that.

“Y-you just need to stay c-calm, Joey...” He pulled himself up on a floating piece of stray wood and started paddling towards the valve. “There’s an ax nearby, all you need to do is get to it and you’ll be fine. you’ve seen Henry do this hundreds of times, you’ll be alright, you just need to believe in yourself.”

In spite of his reassuring speech, the scared little imp felt a large pit of dread in his gut. The former Music director, former lyricist, and the former organist would probably hesitate if it was Henry instead, but those three caught him... Joey shuddered just thinking about it. 

As the ink drained he took his miraculously unstained bath robe off of the floor and put it back on. He was also missing his pants now, but it wasn’t like he could go back up to get them, and even if he could, he wasn’t going to fight the Ink Demon for a pair of fucking pants that were too big for him anyway.

“Get the ax, get back with Henry, get the ax, get back with Henry, get the ax, get back with Henry...”

He repeated to himself under his breath as he repeated his task of descending and turning valves as an attempt to keep himself from jumping at every twist and turn. The imp also kept his eyes peeled for anything that looked suspicious or out of place, fearing the looming threat of the searchers’ traps.

The ax and the room was exactly how Joey had left it, not a single thing changed, which did make him feel relieved.

When he moved forward, he didn’t find any evidence that Sammy was worshiping Bendy at all when in the shrine room, there were plenty of ritualistic circles, plenty of cryptic messages, but they all had the little devil as a thing that was meant to be sacrificed, not as something worth the former musician’s worship.

“Of all the runs for Sammy to not worship Bendy...” He groaned. “It HAD to be the one where I became an imp...”

He wasn’t sure whether he was grateful or even more afraid when he didn’t see Sammy moving the cutout around.

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When Joey got to the music department itself, he heard the sounds of laughter, pool balls clacking, cheers and glasses clinking in the distance. Following the sounds, he found the three searchers lounging around the pool table in the middle of a conversation and a game.

The upbeat atmosphere fizzled out when the three noticed him. The Swollen searcher muttered something about the game just getting good, the Piano key-toothed searcher groaned about Joey spoiling all the fun as usual, and the masked mad maestro smiled at him.

Not in a sarcastic or forced way like how his human self smiled at people, it seemed genuine enough. But it also wasn’t a warm or kind smile, it seemed more ...hungry.

“Hello little Lamb.” The prophet stood up and got into the imp’s face,  “Are you interested in playing a game with us?”

‘Oh fuck, he’s still crazy.’ Joey thought to himself. “N-no thanks!” He smiled and waved hoping that he didn’t look as terrified as he felt. “I’ve got a friend of mine to get back to and I really don’t have a lot of time to play.”

The imp dashed out of the break room and slammed the door shut behind him, completely unaware that the merriment had returned to the room.

“Thank god he didn’t go for it.” Johnny sighed. “If The Ink Demon found out about this room because of that little runt...”

“I told you it would work.” The prophet took the mask back off and set it aside on a crate. “...But he’ll probably come back to pester us into trying to help him find Henry, maybe even take up the game offer.”

“Yeah...” Jack poured himself another shot. “Kinda surprised that you didn’t jump at the chance to make his life hell though.”

“Less is more.” The prophet hit the eight ball and watched the rest of them knock against each other. “If you get one big punch left to linger, it hurts like a bitch, if you get hundreds of them, you grow numb to the pain. But I don’t think that Inky understands that.”

“Well, at least he can have fun playing his game of cat and mouse with Joey...”

“Yeah.” Johnny raised his glass. “Cheers to those two being each others’ problems instead of ours!”

“Cheers!”

[tayaminaka]

headcanon, dazai, Fukuzawa, kunikida, chuuya and poe that S / O ends up dying in the birth of his daughter and ends up being born with a fragile health that in many times almost died as he goes about dealing with the death of his s / o? And the fear that your daughter will die? (Maybe I'll send more headcanons because I really like your writing ♥ ️ ♥ ️)

Authors Note : Finally I finished the oldest request. Sorry for the long waiting and thank you for your patient.

Dazai Osamu

Dealing with your dead was already difficult for him but knowing that his little light might die too, terrifies him, even if you can’t see it

The first months after your dead your daughter slept with him in your once shared bedroom. He watched her sleep with empty, nearly dead eyes and hoped that every breath won’t be the last

Dying along with you would be a great option for him, than slowly rotting on the inside. But the thought of your daughter suffer alone and be fully on her own holds him back, letting him suffer with her

He would always fool around with her. Play pranks on Kunikida and then run away (everytime he catches them, Dazai becomes all the beating),telling her random things about people they see on the street or simply vibe with her

But the Agency sees that something is missing in his eyes, that something has changed but he will try to act like he acted before by pulling a smile on his face and acting like a fool

After the usual treatment in the hospital they both would go to the arcade and play games together. He would mostly let her win but not without a little challenge

When she gets sick he would sit beside her bed for hours, pat her head and give her either water or warm tea. But if your daughter has enough from the bed he would bring her to the couch, laying her head on his lap while covering her in a warm blanket. He would mostly either be half asleep or won’t sleep at all if she’s too sick

Every time your daughter is in a nearly dead state, he’s barely holding himself together. Mostly he just lays at home, while drinking himself to sleep, trying to silence the pain

But there is no day he misses the visit time. Even if there are days where he barely holds a smile up, he’ll be there to at least hold her little hand

On evenings, when he finished work, he would give her piggyback rides home. Most of the times she would already be asleep, leaving him with the sunset and the silence

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Will hold her always close to him. Holding her little hand while they both walk, let her sit on his lap and hug him while he’s doing paper work or let her play in his office while he’s at work. As long as he can see or hear her everything is fine

Especially in winter and autumn months he would be extra careful. He knows that even a little cold can turn into a high fever so he will often, very often, pull the extra warm jacket out or put two pocket warmers in her pockets

But he still would go for a walk and pet cats with her. It is their favorite thing to do, especially after a stressful day at work or a boring visit at a hospital

If your daughter is upset and starts to cry because she needs to go to the hospital again to receive her necessary treatment he would put her on his lap, hug her while patting her head

He would always give her a little treat for every medical treatment she gets. Of course some treatments are painful and for everything he would get her a plushie. Her eyes always shine when he gives her a new plushie and that makes her day a little better

When his daughter is in a near death state he would brush her hand with his thumb, telling her that it will be fine and promising that the pain soon will be over

He won’t cry neither at work nor at home but if you look closely you can sometimes see a blis of sadness in his eyes. But every time he looks at your daughter something in him aches heavily

Sometimes your daughter would just fall asleep on his shoulder and he would cover her with his haori ,remembering how he once did it with you

Kunikida Doppo

With a serious face he would try to hold himself together, don’t letting any emotions out. But on the inside he’s a complete wrack and mess

The director gave him some weeks off so he could collect himself a bit, even if it’s hard for him. The first days he tried to follow his usual routine but even that became difficult

He’ll always be really patient with her, allowing her to do with his ideals and schedules what she wants. Usually he’s really strict with that but how can he say no to her if she’s asking him for something

A walk is a must after treatments. Both have enough from the sticky medicine smell of the hospital so a walk on the fresh air is really pleasant, especially after rain

But will be really strict with her health. Will run always after her, be it telling her to take her medicine, put a scarf on or eat healthy

He will always be serious in the hospital and with the doctors. Somebody might say he doesn’t care at all, but your dead affected him deeply because this one time he hadn’t even the chance to save you

But every time his daughter is laying on that damn hospital bed crying, be it being in pain or because she’s upset, he’ll hold her close to him and stroke her hair, patiently calming her down

On some points he would just sit down, take off his glasses and just cover his eyes with one hand, questioning everything and thinking what he should do

Chuuya Nakahara

Deep anger and sorrow spread trough him as he heard the news. How could this happen? Everything was fine, wasn’t it? But now it’s already too late and there is no turning back

For him it’s like somebody threw him in a cold sea without teaching him how to swim, watching as he slowly drowns in his hopeless thoughts

He would become colder at work, less talkative, more quieter and sometimes even absent-minded, dreaming about stuff that won’t come true

But on the field it’s the complete opposite. He’s more aggressive, letting out his anger and frustration on the enemy’s, only to go back to his usual quite state

Mostly if she’s sick or in pain he would take her in his arms and slowly walk around the house, humming a soft melody and whispering that everything will get better

After treatments at the hospital he would carry her home, pat her head and tell her that she did well and that he loves her. He would also do whatever she asks him, even if he’s busy. Be it let her float around the house or play with her for hours, he will let his paperwork lie on the table and spend his time with her

On rare nights were your daughter just can’t fall asleep he will put the warmest coat over her pajama and go for a little walk with her on his arms. He would land near the next wending machine and buy her a little snack or her favourite soda, even if it’s already past midnight

When she’s nearly dead, he would sit beside her, talk with her or play with her for hours even at night but when he’s at home he would just drink and smoke most of the time, not knowing what to do to distract himself.

And when the point comes that even the best medicine doesn’t help in his daughter, he’s ready to lay down his pride and enmity and ask the Armed Detective Agency’s doctor for help

Edgar Allan Poe

His eyes are widened and he can’t even find words to say something. But when he realizes what he just heard you can see small tears fall from underneath his hair

He started to sleep and eat less, only taking care of your daughter. He stopped writing novels, so even Ranpo became concern about his state

He was lost and terrified about your daughter so he stopped everything, trying to fully concentrate on her

Only after a long time he started to write again. Your daughter would sit on his lap, curiously trying to catch his pen and making him smile with that

At night he would sit beside her bed, writing another novel of his. Your daughter always sleeps much better with the writing noises of his pen

Would fall into full panic if your daughter forgets her scarf or hat at home. He’s too afraid that something might happen so he would even run after her

Will go up and down in the hospital hallway, nearly having a mental breakdown of not knowing how to help your daughter if she’s in a nearly dead state

Sometimes if everything just won’t get better he won’t go out from his mansion rather just lay in bed all day.

When he visits her in this state, she’s gonna pat his head with her weak hand and teary eyes and tell him that everything will be alright

[shsl-otaku]

Where Greed Goes, Despair Follows: Chp. 34

Y/N: Raven Sin of Despair

Pairing: Ban & Y/N

Anime: Seven Deadly Sins

Genre: Adventure, Romance

Warnings: None

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King sighed, staring up at the roof of his room. It had been a day since you all had left Vaizel and since you had been stuck in that pit of darkness.

You haven't been the same since. You flinched at loud noises or at quick movements. Your hands tended to shake at times when you held things. Not only that, but that night you woke up from nightmares, tears streaming from your eyes and screams ringing out through the Boar Hat. King and the other Sins were incredibly worried.

King's brows furrowed at the memory of what happened before you guys took off to the next village.

Ban dodged and ran as the flurry of daggers came flying towards him. With a grunt, he jumped up and kicked a dagger towards King, which he stopped right before it hit him.

"Are you screwing around, King?" Ban demanded. "Take this seriously! Attack like you're trying to kill me!"

"'Kill you,' huh?" King said, tilting his head. "Why?"

Ban's eyes narrowed. "I guess I wanna smash the Holy Knights and take back the kingdom as soon as possible."

He leaped and appeared behind King. King yelped as Ban threw his head down, barely being able to avoid crashing into the ground.

"'Take back the kingdom'?" King repeated, regaining his balance in the air. "I'm surprised to hear that out of your mouth. I thought you didn't care about anyone but yourself."

Ban turned to King, raising an eyebrow. "Ain't it the same for you?"

"I suppose," King said, summoning Chastiefol as a pillow and laying on it. "But I have my own special objective of helping Diane."

"I have one of those too," Ban said. King looked at him, surprised.

"We'll save the kingdom, and I'll take the Trumpet of Cernunnos that's hidden underneath as my reward," Ban said, fists clenched.

"The Trumpet of Cernunnos?" King asked in disbelief. "That's a ritual device used to commune with the Goddesses! What could you possibly want with that?" King's eyes widened in realization. "Wait, are you—"

"Yes," Ban nodded. "I'm gonna have them bring back Elaine!"

"Ban," King gasped. He then raised an eyebrow at Ban. "What about Y/N?"

Ban's eyes widened. He looked away from King, eyes conflicted. "I..." He shook his head and looked up at King. "I need to bring her back, King! I can't leave her like this. Not after all that she's done for me!"

King sighed and looked at Ban. His eyes widened when he saw how much pain he was trying to hide. King's eyes softened. "You're worried about them, aren't you? The Captain and Y/N?" Ban's breath hitched in his throat.

"I thought so," King said, floating closer down to the ground. "Deep down, I'm a mess too. They way they looked... It was like—"

"One more word, I dare you," Ban suddenly yelled, grabbing King by the collar. "I'll knock all your teeth out!"

"B-But surely you can see it too," King said, startled.

"Like hell!" Ban yelled. "Y/N and the Captain are nothing like those monsters! I'll never believe it!" Ban's eyes were filled with rage and fear at the memory of the demon that flashed in his mind.

King's eyes widened when Ban let go of him and gently pushed him away. "Ban..."

"The Captain said to follow him," Ban said, glaring down at the ground. "He said it to a crappy man who lived a crappy life since the day he was born and was shunned wherever he went!

"And Y/N... She accepted me for who I was. She didn't care who I was raised by or what my past was! She saw me as an equal and fought by my side. She put up with me all these years and trusted me enough to tell me about her problems! She killed and risked her life just to get me out of that stupid prison that I got myself into!" King's eyes widened at what Ban had said about you.

Ban took a shaky breath, refusing to look at King. "The only three easy-going weirdos like that are Elaine, the Captain, and Y/N."

King shook his head, sighing.

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'Y/N'

'Y/N'

'Y̵̪̲̜̟͇͐̎̈̓̆̏͛/̸̜̻̘͚͉͙̳̣̆̉̌̓͑͜N̸̟̳͙̙̭̔̓̾̒͊̾̀'

"AH!" You bolted upwards, breathing heavily. Your stared at the bedsheets as you tried to catch your breath, chills still running up your spine. You rubbed your forehead and sighed.

"Still can't manage to fall asleep, huh?"

You turned to look at Ban, who was sitting up and looking at you.

"Yeah," you sighed, annoyed. "I can't even manage to take a nap without these nightmares."

"That might be a problem," Ban said. "We're already almost to the next village according to the Captain. You need as much rest as you can get."

"Kind of hard to do when I can barely stay unconscious for two minutes before waking up screaming," you laughed, rolling your eyes.

Ban chuckled for a moment, then looked at you with a serious expression. "Y/N. Are you okay? Like... are you really okay or are you just pretending to be okay?"

You blinked, surprised. Your eyes softened at the thought of Ban worrying about you. "Yeah, I'm better. I try to joke about it so that it's not as scary as it seems, you know?"

You looked down, furrowing your brows. "I can barely even remember what happened, but at the same time I remember everything."

Ban nodded. "Well, if you aren't feeling okay, just tell me. You don't have to lie or pretend to me. I trust you and you trust me, remember?"

You laughed, your heart fluttering at the fact that he remembered what you told him a few years back. "Yeah, I remember."

"Good," Ban said, a small smile on his face.

You smiled back and looked back at the ground. 'I really am lucky to have someone like you in my life.'

You turned to Ban, not meeting his eyes. "Ban, could you... hold me again?" Your cheeks flushed red at the memory of when he held you that night when you broke him out of Baste Prison.

You shook your head. "I-I mean, I feel like it would make me feel safer and maybe that could help me sleep—! You don't have to if you're uncomfortable—"

"Just get over here already," Ban said, laughing. You glared at him, blushing.

You laid down on your right side and wrapped your left arm around his chest. He put his left arm under your head and his right arm around your waist. Your legs were wrapped around each other's.

"Captain said we'll be arriving around noon," Ban said. "Until then, get some rest."

You laughed. "Yeah, I'll try." You breathed deeply, taking in Ban's warmth that contrasted the cold blankets.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Ban said, looking at you with his glinting red eyes.

You smiled, finally feeling safe in Ban's arms. "Goodnight, Ban."

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Woohoo, another chapter!! Ooo, u got some time with Ban in this one 😳 LMAOAOAOAO

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