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zirobitches · 6 months

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One Piece: Soulmate AU

Always in this twilight - Crocodile x GN!Reader

Summary: Soulmates are incapable of hurting each other. As a pirate, this leads to some tragic moments midst battles. You thought you were prepared for when it might happen to you, but damn you were wrong.

Gn! Reader, Angst no comfort, no beta we die like Roger, Reader is Croc's First Mate and a former Roger pirate (Shanks/Buggy's age) but it doesnt really matter, also former slave background, congrats you are now in the place of my self insert OC, no promises on not being cringe this is literally a /reader fic, also had to make a fake crew bc we dont know enough crocs backstory HAND IT OVER ODA

Word count: 4500+

Also first fic on tumblr, idk what im doing here, lmk ur opinions. It is now 2:03am and i have class at 10:30. Might have to skip lmao

EDITS: grammar check lol. also cross posted it on ao3 - same name as my blog

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Soulmates weren't as common as you'd might assume when you first hear about it. There's an easy way to prove someone is your soulmate, but when that method is to harm them, well, it doesn't make it easy to find that person. And society gets a bit weird when you know your soulmate is out there.

you've known that some people carry around little needles to poke into strangers hoping to find the one. But that was in decent society; among pirates you more often heard tales of bullets suddenly dropping to the ground after they hit their target, or swords stopping on someone's skin as though it just hit steel. A battlefield is a hell of a place to meet the person fate had decided for you, but for pirates it had become a norm.

Not that long ago, some genius named Vegapunk did a study on how many people meet their soulmate - 1 in a 100. And that's just how many people find them. It never accounts for how many actually happily end up together. You had chosen to live your life as a pirate, so a happy ending with your supposed soulmate wasn't something you foresaw in your future.

You were always grateful most of your current crew felt the same. There was a small group among pirates that were always on the lookout to find their soulmate and then immediately retire. Your crew however like to joke that if they found them in battle, they would move out of the way so someone else could finish them off. It was a grim reality, but it was your reality.

However, on nights like these where you drank the night away, some romantic always had to bring it up.

"C'mon, did old Roger really make you so cold hearted that you don't believe in true love?"

"Pfft, you're fucking joking right?" You scoffed back. You always argued with Tink about this, but you understood your young navigator still had hope. Too bad you were the pessimist of the crew.

"It's not that I don't believe in true love," you continued. "Soulmates are real, I don't really see another explanation for not being able to harm only one other person in the world. But why limit yourself to waiting for a person you might never meet? So many are denying themselves to fall in love with someone else and then end up dying alone because they never found their soulmate."

Tink pouted in front of you. This was a tired conversation, one that was repeated every few weeks much to the chagrin of your other crewmates. But a controversial topic was always a great topic for a group such as yourselves.

"I'm not denying myself the chance to fall in love! I'm denying ever feeling heartbroken over someone who doesn't matter!" Tink tried to argue back, but you just groaned in response.

"And if you never meet the one? You'll just live and die without ever letting yourself even get a taste of what it is you're chasing." Tink glared, knowing it was futile to keep going, but the pink of her cheeks told you that the grog in her system was trying to get her to keep fighting.

It was then that a familiar tall figure caught your eye. There was your beloved captain Crocodile, trying to sneak behind everyone's back to grab another bottle for himself.

Crocodile was never much one for festivities, at least not one 'undeserved' as he might put it. While there was no battle won to celebrate, the night sky was clear and the waters calm; in the Grand Line, shouldn't that be enough to be happy about?

However tonight you weren't going to let him sneak booze and hide from the crew.

"Cap'n!" Apparently the grog was getting to you as well. "Come over here and help me crush Tink's dream of a soulmate!" You laughed as Tink gasped at your audacity. The rest of your company seemed more or less happy with how the night was going, but your captain was still less than enthused to join.

"If this is the same soulmate debate you've been going on about for the past 3 years, I will pass again. You already know my feelings on the matter." Crocodile's deep voice reverberated across the deck of the ship. Even if he wasn't giving orders, he still commanded the attention of everyone within earshot.

He gave a long drag of the bottle in his hand, and then turned to walk away. However you felt it was your duty as first mate to pester your captain into spending casual time with his crew.

"I may know your opinion, but would you be so kind and gracious to remind the rest of the crew? Perhaps?" You called out to the dark coat trying to run from the party, and saw him pause, then turn to walk back.

You could see some of the newer additions to the crew cower. You didn't blame them, Crocodile was an imposing figure, and was developing a infamous reputation as a pirate on the Grand Line. But he was your captain, and he would never hurt his crew, this you knew.

"If I ever met my soulmate," Crocodile began, "I assume it would be when I attempt to kill them." He took another sip from his bottle. This was one of the rare moments he was not puffing a cigar you suddenly realize. It made his face look younger, as though he was actually a man in his 20s as he claimed he was.

As though he knew you were thinking of him, Crocodile made eye contact with you. "When I realize I can't kill them, I'll call out for you." You felt your heart skip a beat. "Then you can finish them for me."

It was purely the grog's fault for making your face warm. The lack of a sea breeze was also suddenly apparent. But you couldn't be flustered, not when you were the one who asked for this answer.

You smiled, doing your best to brush off the tension. You were still maintaining eye contact with him after all. "Well there you have it. Not exactly the opinion I remember, but I hope I can live up to your expectations, Cap'n."

Crocodile nodded, then told you all to start to sober up or get to bed. "I don't need a crew of drunks on the Grand Line, or else we will never make it to the New World."

Your crew began to disperse and you went below deck to your cabin. You really hadn't had much to drink that night, yet your chest felt tight.

You thought you had learned your lesson, but no. Even after promising yourself you wouldn't, you became attached to your crew. Even after your last one fell apart. Even after you watched your first captain, your savior, be executed, you fucked up and dove straight into a different crew expecting it to be different.

You laid down in your bed, staring at the ceiling, the world slightly spinning. Suddenly all you can think about is when you met Croc.

It was little more than 3 years ago now, wasn't it? A whole 3 years since Roger died. The weight is still heavy in your chest, but not nearly as devastating as it was in Logue Town that day. You were a wreck, physically and emotionally.

After watching the execution, you were too heartbroken to join the others in pursuit of the One Piece. Your world has just officially ended, the crew was technically already disbanded, but now there was no hope of getting it back.

You ended up in some local bar. No one recognized you, and in the haze of all the excitement following Roger's death, why would they? You had just been some nobody apprentice who happened to stick on his ship after Roger saved your life.

But your sorrow did catch someone's eye.

You sat at the counter of this dive bar in Logue Town, mindlessly stirring whatever number drink sat in front of you now. You had run out of tears, and sat stuck in some frozen state of grief.

However, this sad portrait of yourself did not seem to deter someone from sitting next to you.

You paid them no mind, just staring into empty space, not enough energy to even remember you were still alive.

"You were a member of the Pirate King's crew weren't you?"

A deep voice rattled from the stranger, but it was his words that really caught your attention.

"How'd you figure?" You had paused your stirring at first, but now focused on your drink to avoid eye contact. You were a mess, you could feel your puffy eyes, and were still sniffling every so often.

"There's no reason anyone in this town should be sad that someone like him died. So, you must have known him, right?" The deep voice continued, and you could feel their eyes staring, but didn't have the strength to meet them.

"Well, you caught me. Going to take me in and see if you can get a reward? I'm afraid you won't find any posters of me though. I tended to get lost in the crowd, you could say." After that statement you finally grasped the glass in front of you and decided to knock back what was left. If this was the end of your little pirating career, so be it. It can die with Roger.

"Will you join my crew?"

Your head snapped up at that, and you finally looked up at the stranger.

Long black hair was slicked back to show all the sharp features of the man's face. A strong square jaw, a prominent, perfect nose, and pale, piercing eyes, hooded by thin black eyebrows. Undoubtedly, even in your drunken haze, you were sure sober you would agree the man was handsome.

After a moment to take in this stranger all you could manage was a "Excuse me?"

He smiled - no, smirked - and pulled a cigar out from his coat. "I could use someone with your experience on my crew." He carried on, as if you were discussing the weather outside. He lit the cigar with a lighter you hadn't noticed him pull out. Perhaps it was the booze, but looking at this guy, he almost seemed… fuzzy, around the edges.

"Having someone who once worked for the Pirate King should help me become the next Pirate King."

The stranger took a long drag from his cigar, then exhaled over the counter. You didn't know where the barkeep was now, but at the moment, it felt like you and him were the only people in the building.

You should be mad. Enraged at the audacity of someone to come up to you on the worst day of your life, and to ask you to work for them. But you felt nothing.

No. That wasn't right. You did feel something.

You chuckled. Giggled even. A small laugh that built up till you were laughing, nearly hysterically. You hadn't felt like this sort of light headed elation in a long time, and it was nice.

After taking a moment to catch your breath you finally looked back at the stranger. He didn't look upset at your reaction. He just kept smoking his cigar, waiting for an answer.

"I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."

"I am Sir Crocodile, captain of the Neverland Pirates."

"Hmmm. Well, Sir Crocodile, I can tell you now that you have no chance of being Pirate King." You smirked back at him, propping your head up on your hand as you leaned against the counter.

This response still didn't bother the man. If anything, you swore he almost seemed… satisfied by your answer. Perhaps he knows what's coming next.

"I can help you out on the Grand Line and maybe help you get to the New World, but I promise," you leaned in towards this captain, staring him down. "You will never be the man Roger was. No one will."

Yet Crocodile was unperturbed.

"So you'll join my crew?"

You leaned back and reassessed your empty glass. You cast a quick glance at the bar and then back at the other pirate.

"Sure. I don't have anything better to do anyways."

You thought back in Logue Town you could never feel the same way about Crocodile's crew that you felt with Roger's, but you were always the fool. Now you are attached.

Now you need a reason to leave.

You couldn't waste your time or your heart with them. You had already died once with Roger, and if you stayed any longer you know you could never leave alive. You got up from bed - still plenty tipsy you swayed over - to your dresser.

Middle drawer, back left, underneath some no longer worn t-shirts was a small box. You opened it.

There were several small scraps of paper. Vivre cards.

As a child on Roger's boat, you were ecstatic to learn about vivre cards. A simple way to know the people you loved were alive and safe, and be able to find their exact location? It was too good to be true.

When you remember the feeling of Roger's paper burning in your hands at his execution, you knew the reality of vivre cards.

Your fingertips gently sorted through the papers you had made for some of Roger's crew. Each had a tiny name written in a corner. Shanks, Buggy, Ray, Gaban, Oden, and a few others of people who had been most important to you.

Maybe you could leave this crew and seek out the others. Rayleigh had always said he would retire at Sabaody, and your crew was bound to get there soon, hopefully in a couple months. The ache in your chest; you missed your old family. This could be the excuse you needed.

With a heavy sigh you closed the box and hid it away again. Sleeping on it would be good. Sleeping away the booze would also be nice.

Maybe then the tears would stop silently slipping down your face.

It turns out the excuse of seeing your old crew was unneeded. The news coo was kind enough to drop a reason to leave directly in your lap.

You stared at the newspaper for a long moment. The sinking feeling in your gut still did not go away.

You walked up to the bow where Crocodile was standing. He stared at the horizon as you approached the next island, Water 7.

"Captain."

Crocodile turned to look at you, face neutral, signature cigar in his mouth.

"Morning. The news any good?"

"They want to make you a Warlord."

Your own feelings were swept under the rug as your crewmates overheard. Instantly the deck was buzzing, the news spreading and making the once sleepy, slightly hungover crew come back to life.

"This is perfect!" The helmsman Diat yelled, a grin wide on his face. "Not only do we get the Marines off our back, it's recognition that we are some of the strongest pirates on the Grand Line!"

You would have laughed at him if not for the ice in your chest. Similar celebratory remarks were made all around you, but you didn't have the strength to pretend this was good news to you.

All you could feel was an icy feeling on your back, right where you had a large scar that tore up a long faded tattoo. But time could not get rid of the mark you could never forget about, no matter how much you wanted to.

Amid the spontaneous party you finally turned back to Crocodile. Amidst it all, he was still only looking at you.

Your words were quiet compared to the raucous around you, but your captain heard you just fine.

"If you become a Warlord I'm leaving the crew."

A couple of nearby crew gasped, heads whipped in your direction and murmurs quickly took place of all the yells.

Instantly protests, people yelling your name, yelling their arguments, but it all fell on deaf ears as you stared down your captain.

Tink of all people knew it was futile to argue with you, and turned to the man of the hour. "Captain! You can't just let your first mate leave!"

Before she could continue, Crocodile interjected. "You never planned on making me King of the Pirates, right? So you never planned on staying on this ship anyways."

This evoked even more protests from the crowd. Many of them weren't sure what you two were talking about, and some had begun to yell again.

The sounds were starting to be overwhelming, and this was not a conversation that required the whole crew anyways.

"That's enough from everyone!" You yelled over the cacophony. The crew went quiet. "This is a conversation for me and the captain, the rest of you need to beat it! Do something useful, we will make a port soon."

The crowd was not placated in the least, but it was true the ship would be docked soon, and there were things that needed to be prepared beforehand.

"You heard them. Get back to work." Crocodile finished your command, and the crowd dispersed. You knew they would still be listening, but it didn't stop you.

"I refuse to be part of a crew that works alongside the Marines. If you become a Warlord you automatically become their dog - then you may as well be a dog of the celestial dragons." Your tongue burned even at the mention of the world nobles.

Crocodile took a long drag of his cigar. He looked away from you and sighed an exhale of smoke, then dragged his line of sight back to you.

"I haven't decided yet."

You bristled at this. "Are you suggesting they already offered this to you? And I had to find out through a newspaper?"

Crocodile took yet another drag, and you lost your patience with his nicotine addiction. "Answer me Crocodile."

Your captain sighed through his nose this time, some of the smoke reaching you, a familiar smell after all these years. It once may have been a nice fragrance, knowing your captain was near, but now it blinded you and stoked your anger.

"We are almost to Water 7. Let's save it for there."

Tensions were high, especially between you and Crocodile, when your mood worsened when he disappeared while you oversaw the docking. But you docked. You got the crew into a hotel. During this time the crew began splitting into sides, which was not something you had anticipated. But you ignored it all until finally, Crocodile returned and you cornered him into in a room alone with you.

He had no cigar, and you had no drink in hand. It was a painfully sober room.

Crocodile sighed and slumped into an armchair. He dragged his eyes across the room till they met yours. You refused to look away this time, jaw set with determination to stand your ground.

"I don't want to be the Marine's dog," Croc began. "But they offered me a deal."

"The deal that our crimes are excused? Big whoop, as long as we don't get caught it's almost the same."

"No," he sighed, a large ring covered hand dragging down his face in exasperation. "A deal to help take down Whitebeard."

That got you silent. For a moment, as you recalled every time you saw Roger and Whitebeard exchange blows and fight for days on end.

"You? Take down Whitebeard?" You laughed, but it was a dry and bitter thing. "Your bounty is $81 million berries. Your devil fruit is great and all, but it is by no means fight and beat Whitebeard good. Even if Newgate was without his crew, our entire crew would be wiped off the map. You've lost it if you truly believe that this is achieveable."

Crocodile glared from across the room. Not his usual, perpetual glare, but a genuine, freeze you in your tracks ice cold glare.

He stood up, all 8 feet imposing over you as he stalked across the room. "I have let you say plenty of cruel things to me, but this may cross the line."

But you were his first mate and you couldn't fear him if you were supposed to talk sense into him. "Cross the line? I'm not the one who is making deals with the Navy so I can sail us to our deaths at the hands of Whitebeard!" You were yelling now, no, roaring at your foolish headstrong captain.

"If you take that ship and that crew as it is now to the New World to fight Whitebeard and his sons, no one will come back alive!" Your heart was on fire with rage and frozen in fear. Rage at your captain, who is very much overestimating his abilities. Fear for your crewmates who have no idea what sort of danger their captain was going to put them in.

Crocodile was now truly enraged on the same level as you. He sneered down at you as he suddenly grabbed you by the neck - much to your shock. "I wanted you there to see me become the next Pirate King. But if you can't support me for this, one of the biggest moments in my life since I've been a pirate, then I have no need for you anymore."

With his free hand he opened the door that was behind you. A group of Marines walked in with cuffs ready. "To sweeten the deal, what better than to give a former Roger pirate to the Navy?"

You felt all the blood drain from your face, as fear for your own well being finally pierced your heart. You looked up at Crocodile, and you could feel tears begin to creep at the corner of your eyes. "You never fail to surprise me, Captain."

"Well done Sir Crocodile." One of the Marines spoke, and you could tell from their uniform it was a Vice Admiral, though you didn't recognize them.

"A public execution of a Roger's pirate should be a grand way to ring in your instatement as Warlord."

You felt the world slow down around you and felt Crocodile's grip on your neck slip at the Marine's sentencing.

Crocodile began to speak, "That was not what we agreed on," But your ears had begun to ring.

Growing up on the Oro Jackson, you had picked up some neat tricks. You found out you were hopeless with the color of observation haki, but had a special knack for color of arms. Perfect against those darn logia fruit users.

In a blink of an eye you ripped Crocodile's arm away from your neck and you made a mad dash past him. And jumped straight through a window, glass and all.

You could vaguely hear a commotion behind you as Marines ran after you, but it was lost with the ringing in your ears.

You could hear and feel your heartbeat, pounding throughout your body as you ran through the endless alleys and canals of Water 7. You could feel tears pierce through the wind rushing past your face as you ran, desperately with no objective.

All you could think about was the way the heat of Crocodile's hand felt on your neck, the cold metal of the rings that had pressed against your pulse.

Have you ever really touched Crocodile before?

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You missed him. You didn't understand why. He had just betrayed you - fucking hell, he was just handing you over to the Navy as part of his deal to become a warlord, but god. You wanted to be with him anyways. You're not sure how long you've been in love with him; his sharp eyes, the smell of his cigars, the rings on his hands, but gods above.

You had fallen in love with Crocodile.

In your realization you slowed down. Your legs and lungs burned, you were gasping for air and not just because you had been running.

Has it always been this dark? When did the day leave you behind?

You now stood in some nondescript alley, dimly lit a golden hue by windows that lined it. It was a long alley, each end blocked by canals. How you arrived there you weren't certain. But you weren't alone.

At one end sand had appeared. And from it stepped your dear, awful captain Crocodile. You both stared at each other, both of you panting for breath.

"I didn't want it to be like this." Crocodile's voice cuts through the air to you. You knew you should run. But for some reason you couldn't find the strength.

"I didn't know they would execute you. I imagined they would send you to Impel Down." Crocodile continued to speak. You just stood there and listened as he walked towards you.

As you watched him, there was a strange look on his face. You've seen it before but still didn't know what it meant.

He stopped walking ten feet in front of you. The light was still too dim to see him clearly, but it was fine. You knew his face well enough.

"I won't let the Navy kill you. Not after what the nobles did to you, it feels wrong." You had never told Crocodile what the scar on your back was. It didn't feel like it mattered anymore.

"I think I'll feel better about this if I'm the one who kills you."

You knew this was coming. The second you saw him at the end of the alley. But you agreed with him. If you had to die at someone's hands, you would pick Crocodile over anyone else. Even if it meant he didn't feel the same about you, it didn't matter anymore. You were so tired.

It would be nice to see Roger again.

But then Rayleigh's face flashed in your mind. You still had to pay him a visit. You still had to visit Wano to see Oden. You wanted to see Shanks and Buggy find the One Piece.

You couldn't see Roger just yet.

So, in a sudden scramble, you turned around and ran.

The ground where you had been standing suddenly crumbled. You felt a gasp finally escape your lungs as you realized you almost gave up. But not yet. You had to save your crew too.

Then you finally ran out of luck. The dim light hid a hole in the cobblestones and you fell to the alley ground. You quickly twisted your body just in time to see Crocodile's scythe of sand arc straight towards you.

It hits you right in the chest, and crumbles to dust.

Confused, you run your hands through the sand that has landed on your lap. You're not cut in half - instead you just have sand all over you.

Crocodile change his mind? He was letting you go? Thoughts and heart still racing, you looked up at him.

Oh.

Oh no.

The horror on his face was plain to see - that was supposed to be a killing blow.

But he didn't hurt you.

Your hand jumped to your neck from when he grabbed you earlier. But in retrospect, you had just been shocked by the action, he hadn't harmed you.

Crocodile didn't hurt you.

No.

Crocodile couldn't hurt you.

Because he was your soulmate.

It was the look on his face that hurt you the most. The disgust, anger, horror - this man did not want a soulmate. He did not want you. So why bother sticking around?

You scrambled back to your feet. Even if he couldn't hurt you, the Marines still could.

So, with blurry eyes and a heavy heart, you ran away.

Faintly, you heard a painfully familiar voice call your name, but then all that was left was the wind as you ran.

pt. 2 (if you want, but this might be better as a one shot)

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satoruphilia · 4 months

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Just Wanna Get High With My Lover (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

tags: mdni, nsfw, weed obviously, smut, slight dubcon (they are high), y/n is a stoner, afab reader, gojo is so cute omg, gojo is emotional, high sex, slight hurt/comfort near end, petnames, established relationship, not proofread

A/N: I haven't wrote in forever omg 1.8k words

Listen to Moonlight - Kali Uchis trust me bae

You let out a loud huff as you face planted onto your bed. You spread your arms out, finally getting a break after your long day. First you were sent on a mission with your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, to catch a seemingly easy grade 3 curse, then it turns out there were like 5 more no one knew about. Gojo of course made missions impossibly more annoying by always trying to show off. Sometimes he acted like he was still in middle school trying to impress his crush. After that tiring mission, Gojo wouldnt stop nagging you about this new desert place 30 minutes away. "Baby...they literally have everything sweet in the world. We have to try it, just this once!" What do you do to make a pleading child shut up? You give them what they wanted. That was one of your weaknesses, you couldn't deny Gojo's pretty eyes, and he knew it. After spending almost 2 hours getting sweets, you were finally home.

"This is my bed too, be considerate to your roomies!" You rolled your eyes. "It used to be my bed until someone forced themselves into my dorm." You sat up, opening a drawer next to your bed and pulling out a familiar jar. Now it was his turn to sprawl out on the bed, you scooted to the edge of the bed so he couldnt knock anything over. He watched as you set down your grinder as well, preparing to make the evenings blunt. "Now youre gonna kill me with the fumes, hmph!" He was so overdramatic, you just needed to chill. The first time he complained about you smoking around him, you actually did almost put it out. Geto laughed and told you to ignore him. He and Shoko smoked all the time. Shoko was more cigerettes, whereas Geto was 50/50. You preferred your blunts, and the closest thing to Gojo smoking was him breathing out in the cold winter. You licked the paper before preparing your herbs on it, then rolling. Gojo watched closely, he did every time.

"I don't understand why you're always smoking," You picked your lighter out of your pocket and light the blunt. "I don't always smoke. Plus, it calms me down." Being a student sorcerer was stressful, and dating Gojo was even more stressful. Sativa was the one thing keeping you from going insane sometimes. He watched as you took a hit, like a child seeing a exotic animal for the first time.

"Let me see it," You snorted, then you realized he was serious. "Knock yourself out Satoru..." You handed him the blunt. "How do I do it?"

"Satoru, why do you want to smoke? I thought you were 'too healthy' for that?"

"I want to brag to Suguru, about how I can also smoke 420" That sent you lying on your back on the bed, laughing your ass off. "What?!" He seemed offended.

"There ain't no way you just said that corny shit." You were already laughing like you were 5 blunts in, of course Gojo would say something cringe like that. "Satoru, baby" You looked at him with a straight face before another laughing fit.

"What? Is that not cool to say?"

"Thats just-thats not how thats used babe," You still giggled, sitting back up and seeing he was still holding the blunt with confusion. "Okay, first of all, dont be smoking cause you think you'll be coo-"

"Oh my god, chill out mom, I'm an adult!" You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, give me." You took it into your fingers and put it to your lips, gently sucking in and letting it sit before breathing out. "Like that," He took it and tried to imitate what you did. After 3 seconds of inhaling, he started coughing. You tried not to laugh, making sure he was okay. He stuck his tongue out. "Bleh! That tastes nasty."

"You wanted to try it." He attempted again, this time getting about 4 or 5 seconds of inhale. He coughed less this time. You two took turns before he laid down with a low moan. "I feel like I'm flying." You were a bit faded too, but his eyes were getting pretty red under his sunglasses. You laughed at his state, never expecting to see the greatest sorcerer like this. He stared at the ceiling while you turned on Jhene Aiko. "Fuck... y/n, i feel so good." He almost moaned. You couldnt deny, you blushed at that. You also couldnt believe how dramatic he was sometimes. He sat up. "And hungry."

"Someone has the munchies," You sang along. He grabbed the bag from the sweet shop earlier and stared eating. One thing you never understood about him was how he could eat any sweets he wanted and still have the most handsome abs in the universe. He always had muscles ever since you known him. And he has never gone a day without a million sweets. Made absolutely zero sense. "You know Shaggy was a stoner." You mumbled, taking another hit and sitting next to him, huddling closer.

"From Scooby Doo?"

"No, from Dora, stupid." He laughed. Normally he wouldve had something witty to say back, but he just laughed like you were Pete Davidson.

"It was so obvious he was smoking, do you remember Mary Jane?"

"Hell yeah, she was 12 year old me's idol."

"Huh, i thought it wouldve been Daphne" He took a hit, starting to get the hang of it. He still coughed almost every time.

"Why?"

"Dunno, she was hot." You shook your head, not even wanting to argue or reason. You watched as he switched from donut to blunt, almost confusing the two time to time. He handed you the blunt and you gradually brought it to your lips, feeling the vibe. "Zoinks! Mary Jane's like my favorite name!" You spit out any smoke you inhaled, coughing whilst bursting out laughing. Not only did he say that out of no where, he did a perfect Shaggy impression, causing you both to throw a laughing fit.

"What the hell is wrong with you Satoru?" You said between coughs before laughing again. Eventually, you both calmed down, staring at each other. You were reminded of what you were daydreaming of earlier, how the hell he kept his muscles. How were they so fine. He read the lustful look in your eyes, then pulled you in for a kiss. The blunt was forgotten on the floor, he climbed on top of you, pinning you down while your hands explored his neck and hair. His hair was so soft. His pace was much quicker than the previous times, his kisses moving down your jaw, then your neck. He hands rushed under your baggy t shirt. "W-wait, Satoru" He looked at you. "You're high...are you-"

"I heard being high during sex feels ten times better."

"But you're not-"

"Y/n, Thats the reason I wanted to get high with you. So Yeah, sober me consents and high me consents. Do you consent?"

"Of course," He went back to kissing down your body. "Plus, you're so gorgeous like this." You scoffed.

"Am I not as gorgeous when youre sober?"

"Eh..." You smacked him on the head gently, making him laugh. He came back up to kiss your lips while smiling. He looked at you, taking off his sunglasses. His shining blue eyes contrasted his reddened sclera. "So fucking beautiful," He mumbled. He couldnt stop kissing you, couldn't get enough. Soon your shirt was gone, then his. Next was your bra. It drove you crazy how he could undo your bra with two fingers in literal seconds. Especially when it took you forever. He played with your tits, praising them before kissing further down your stomach. You giggled, his breath tickling you. Everything was much more sensitive. His hands were in your pants before you knew it. He worked his fingers around your clit, then sliding them down further. He watched as your breath quickened the faster he thrusted his fingers into you. He curls them and you were seeing stars.

"Feel good baby?" You nodded. After three songs by Jhene Aiko in a row, Kali Uchis came on. 'Moonlight' Spotify read.

"Cmon Satoru..." You whined out, making him smirk. His sweatpants were pulled down, and he positioned himself infront of your legs. He wouldn't miss out of teasing you, but it didn't take long for him to be thrusting deep inside you. Both of your moans were much louder than usual. You could already see the noise complaints coming in. He had fucked you high before, considering you were high a lot. But you were never this high, and the high sex was never so sensual. He always held back a little when you've smoked a blunt or joint because he wanted to be the reason youre sensitive out your mind. But now you both were feeling so good. You felt something drip onto your cheek, then your forehead. You looked up in confusion, realizing he was crying. "Toru?" He stared at you, mesmerized. You put your hands on his shoulders in attempt to slow his movements. "Toru, whats wrong?"

"Im so fucking in love with you..." He mumbled, putting his head into your shoulder. You moaned into his ear with each thrust. "You dont even understand...I refall inlove with you every fucking day..." You smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Fuck...Love you so much toru," He cried and moaned into your neck, his face was red. He mumbled sweet words into your ears, professing his love over and over. He came inside you with a loud cry, you followed. "Fuck!" His voice cracked, taking deep breaths.

You two laid there trying to catch your breath, he was still holding onto you tight. As if he let go, you'd disappear. The moment was so intimate, there was basically red leds and roses everywhere. It reminded you of the day you realized you were in love with him. It was on a mission sophomore year, you two were paired up to find a grade 1 curse. When you thought you had got rid of it, it came right at you. Gojo had pushed you out of the way, and fought the curse. There was a moment, and total of 20 seconds where you believed he was dead. In those 20 seconds, a million thoughts and emotions overwhelmed you. Guilt, worry, sadness, anger. But he got up like nothing had happened and laughed at your face. You rolled your eyes, but that night your feelings were abundantly clear. Your worst thought during those 20 seconds was "I never got to tell you how much I loved you". You never thought you would use that word in the same sentence as Gojo, but you did, and you meant it. Maybe in another life, he had actually died. Maybe in this life, you were given another chance. So you made sure you didnt waste that opportunity.

"I love you y/n" He wiped his tears, kissing your cheek over and over. "Youre my everything." You smiled at him, catching him in a kiss.

"Zaza got you emotional, huh?"

"I'm seriously your shaggy, you're my Mary Jane" You snorted at that.

"You don't smoke enough for me, plus im not as hippie as her." You said sarcastically, laying on your side when he pulled out. "Anything else?"

"Morticia and Gomez Adams. Cause I'd kill for you." You giggled, rolling your eyes. "Are you calling me emo?"

"Jeez y/n, just accept my love!" He whined.

"Love you too, 'toru"

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akunya · 2 years

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i return. i love love meixul, anyway i need mr. rias to fuck me NOW

i dont know what it is about rias he is just portrayed so .... i dont know he is justvery hot

also i think mysta getting NTRd by his alter is funny

🌃

implying that mysta wouldn’t enjoy it, LOL. you always have the best ideas.

i wrote mysta and rias to be brothers here, just for logics sake. feel free to imagine them as just friends (or not).

tw: NTR, cuckholding, dirty talk, dubcon. incest(?), mindbreak, humiliation, etc.

small drabble under the cut.

mystas a bit hesitant bringing up the idea to you. who wouldn’t think it was a bit odd - your boyfriend sheepishly asking if he could watch you get fucked by another man. you were a bit confused at first, not understanding how you could enjoy having sex with someone other than your partner. when you agreed, you initially told yourself you would even pretend to feel good. you doubted you’d get any pleasure from it.

oh, how you were very wrong.

rias was a lot more confident than mysta. from the way he touches you, to the dirty little things he’d mutter in your ear — rias was hot and he knew it. he was more than happy to show his little brother how to properly fuck his boyfriend. by the time rias had made you cum thrice in a row, you were a drooling mess, crying and begging like a cheap whore.

it didn’t help that mysta stared at you the entire time. he was instructed to sit on a chair a bit far away from the bed, however, close enough that he could see every drop of sweat on your skin. the blossoming marks of red on your ass whenever rias smacked it, the tears rolling down your cheeks as you got fucked — mysta was turned on by it all.

“go on, tell him how much you love my cock.” rias laughed, yanking your hair so hard he pulled you upwards, only to move his grip onto your neck. he hasn’t even cum once, his piercings dragging against your hole deliciously. “i-i love your cock, rias! please, don’t stop!” you whined like a bitch in heat.

maybe a few rounds ago you would cringe and deny saying anything close to that. now, however, your mind couldn’t string together a single coherent thought other than being filled with rias thick seed.

mysta gulped at that, palming himself through his pants. the more cock drunk you looked, the more turned on he got. he never saw you this desperate before. he felt humiliated. he felt good.

rias groaned, his heavy balls slapping against your little hole as he turned you over, locking you in a mating press. “i don’t want to stop now, y/n. not when your boyfriend is enjoying it so much. be a good little bitch and take it.”

all you could do was nod, eyes flickering to mysta. he was already jerking his cock, watching your every move. it was clear he didn’t want it to end anytime soon. you were the main event, after all!

#my askbox..#male reader #mlm blog #male reader blog #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #my fics..#luxiem x reader #🌃 anon #mysta rias x y/n #mysta rias x m!reader #mysta rias x you #mysta rias x male reader #mysta rias x male!reader #luxiem x y/n #luxiem x m!reader #luxiem x male reader

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kynrki · 2 years

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— always together (not bf-gf!)

wc: 407, pairing: niki x gn!reader, genre: fluff, warnings: none

PROMPT: 5 and 12 from list 1: “continuously denying others who think they are together” and “hanging out together often”

AN — hi!! tysm for requesting <33

1k event requesting masterlist

“yn!!” niki called as he waved his hand and johged over to you. “hello!! you played well!!” you said to him with the same energy. “thank you!!” he said as he pulled you into a hug. “ew you’re sweaty!” you said as you cringed at the wetness from his shirt that you felt on your skin. “i dont care” he said as he continued to hug you.

you originally were gonna stay at home and binge your favourite series, but then niki asked you to come to his game, and who were you to say no to your crush. so you put on your big boy pants and decided to go, for the greater good obviously (not jus to gwak at his amazing basketball skills!!)

and now here you are, waiting outside the locker room for him. he had invited you to go to his house after the game as a ‘mini’ celebration for your school winning.

“niki your partner is waiting outside for you!” jay called as he saw you outside. “he’s not my b-boyfriend” you said with your eyes widened. “who?” niki asked as he walked outside while drying his hair with his towel. he saw you and smiled in adoration. “oh yn” he said as he looked at jay. “yes your partner” jay said while smirking. “not his girlfriend” you interrupted quickly. “whatever you say” niki said as he turned to look at you again. you smiled sheepishly.

“niki lets go already!” you said as you grabbed his hand and pulled him away from all the girls that surrounded him. “aw ynie you jealous?” he teased after you successfully pulled him away from the swarm of girls that surrounded him. “shut up” you said and rolled your eyes playfully. “lets jus have our daily hangout okay” you said trying to changed the topic of conversation. niki trued to keep his laugh in.

“stop it” you said as you hit his arm. “im sorry im sorry, you’re jus too cute ynnie” niki said as he wiped his tears from the laughter. you blushed as you hid your face in his chest. “what? cats got your tongue?” niki teased again. “stopppppp” you said dragging the p. “okay okay” niki said as he smiled at you in admiration.

he loved hanging with you. you made him feel normal and happy. like he had no stress or problems to worry about. and thats why he loved you.

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echotzzz · 9 months

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“Elain should stop being annoying and accept Lucien already”

umm okay since when woman rejected or disliked a man… annoying??

Do Acotar fandom understand what it means to accept a mating bond??

It means you will bind yourself to that other person FOREVER. Be it your soul, body everything. He is yours and you are his. Like they cant get divorce or start a new life w someone else if that fail. This is not a simple bf/gf thing like this is a big deal, very permenant and forever once u accept. Its completely fine if you two ALREADY FALLEN IN LOVE and the mating bond is there to seal the deal. Like that’s romantic

But for Elain that never was the case. She has NO FEELINGS for Lucien. Her heart belongs to Graysan when her mating bond was revealed. And when she start to move on from him she develop feelings for Azriel along the process.

Like cant yall understand why she couldnt just “accept” Lucien.

“But she should give Lucien a chance”

this mentality or mind set really falls down to the mating bond and how the majority of the fandom sees the mating bond only from Lucien’s pov. Yeah he’s hurting not denying that and its sucks for him. But cant people sees this from Elain’s pov as well??

The place she came from there is no mating bond. She turned fae against her will and suddenly said to be some Fae’s mate whom she doesnt know anything about and whom she sees as the one who “betrayed her family” whether he’s guilty or not, but In her mind Lucien literally allied with the bad people that kidnapped her. Do you think Elain will ready to fall in love w him?? or attempts to open her heart for him??Like lets be real no bs if you’re in Elain postion will you see Lucien as this trustworthy, safe, worthy of her love kind of guy? I need people to be serious here coz Elain reaction to lucien made perfectly sense to me I dont know why people are so mad!! the first reaction of Elain to him were: “She cringed away from the coat, from him” .

Her being wary around him made sense to me and some people even went further to said Elain’s racist or a snob needs to bffr. Yall insane.

People would say it will be like feysand coz they also start in a bad place coz rhys is the ‘villain’ in book 1 but Feyre first word abt rhys was he’s the most beautiful man she ever seen. Theres ATTRACTION. AND HATE. which is good coz when there’s hate there’s PASSION and that could lead to FEELINGS.

and believe it or not Elain and Lucien did try spent time w e/o. Remember that tea time and in acofas?

And theyre being so polite to each other too. Elain is indifferent towards him. There is just awkwardness. Both Elain and Lucien has no interest in bridging the gap. Both cannot stand in e/o presence in a room more than 2 min (Lucien’s word not mine). Visiting Elain is not always in Lucien’s agenda when he’s in the night court. And thats canon per Acofas & Acosf. They’re just not into each other. You cannot tell me the reason Lucien even look at Elain is not because of the mating bond. Attraction and feelings cannot be forced full stop.

“Elain need to learn how to cope coz mating bond is her culture now”

She started gaining control of her life. Which readers expect that of her right?? to have a backbone? to be the narrator of her own FATE? RIGHT????

so why is it so shocking and oh so horrible for Elain to not want her mating bond? We see previous MCs rebel and protest to fight for their story but why drew a line for elain?

we accept her character development to be this independant woman who would not be coddled, some even want her to leave the Night Court to find her true self.

We want all the above for her EXCEPT her control over her love life. When it comes down to the person she should love, kiss and fuck, In that terms Elain should submit to the bond and just shut up??????

“Oh no how dare she reject her mate!! how dare she liked Azriel and not her mate!! the audacity, she’s so blind to his kindness, the jacket, the gloves, the pearl he gave her!! how dare she be so annoying and hurts his feeling. Elain GET IT TOGETHER HOE!!!%*\”

Cant yall see how irony this is?? What happened to attraction and feelings? Does that should be thrown out of the window?

Why is it a rocket science for Elain to actually like Azriel?? This fandom worship Azriel and want him to fuck them in their dreams (im not making this up). Why its ok for the readers to be attracted to Az but not Elain??

Its not rocket science its just this fandom already has this mindset about the mating bond and the perks of having a mate. Feysand and Nessian are what successful mate couple look like.

But we shouldnt be naive enough to believe that ALL MATING BOND ARE HEALTHY

Theres a lot of unhealthy mating bond mentioned briefly such as tamlin’s and Rhysand’s parents and a couple more from the Creacent City series.

Rhys said the mating bond is not a perfect system.

You can feel bad for Lucien. Thats fair. And it sucks to know that male has stronger mate instinct than the female. But what yall cant do is to put the blame on Elain. Both Elain and Lucien are the victim of the mating bond. The fault belong to the Mating Bond system and the Society that urge male to covet their female mate and have whatever it takes to make the bond work.

Wouldnt his fan wants him to find his own person who loves him for who he is? Thats literally what Lucien craves for. Acceptance. Atp Elain’s body language and reaction showed that she’s anything but accept him. And truly I dont see that will change anytime soon. SJM has spent 4 books and not any point we see Elain beginning to change her mind. Acosf literally showed that.

“If Elain will not end up with Lucien then why haven’t she properly reject him yet?”

This is not real life. Yeah!!! Elain’s happened to be a book character. And in books there are storytelling aspects and huge plot reveal. You cannot expect a huge moment in a character’s arc be done in any other people pov?

Like why people really want the news of Elain finally rejecting Lucien be in Nesta’s pov? Wheres the fun in that?? it didnt make any sense. Obv SJM is waiting for it to be in ELAIN’S BOOK whenever that will come out. So cant yall just wait?? Like pls just think for a sec.

“Elain doesnt deserve Lucien”

okayyyyyy…is that a dig at Elain? Coz like I said Lucien deserve someone who wants him for him and thats not Elain and vice versa.

“they should end up together coz they are mates”

Im sorry but mating bond will NEVER be the ultimate factor to fall in love with someone or SJM’s reason for her characters endgame. And certainly not for Elain who will marry for love. For all of grayson fault, Elain did truly loved him once.

Feyre doesnt love Rhys bcoz of the bond, but bcoz of love she agreed to bond w him.

…..

So to end this long post I would remind people that this is a romance story. Where the end game will be two people in love. So ATTRACTION and FEELINGS plays a huge role for the build up.

Also I highly think Lucien or the mating bond are not what Elain hates the most. I think she hate the fact that she has no say in this. That her choice are being taken away. And everyone around her expecting her to just accept the bond.

I genuinely dont have anything against people that actually ship elucien for their aesthetic and really hope for their endgame. Some people want Elain & Lucien to break the mating bond together to free themsleves of the fate that control their choices and along the way get to know e/o and developing feelings and so on. See!! this is a good story which doesnt diminish anyone’s character arc and certainly allow all characters to have a choice. “I love u for who u are and not because of the bond” Like with SJM masterful writing that could be pretty lit.

With that being said, I really side eyed and hate those who treat Elain as the devil incarnate for refusing Lucien and called her “shallow, dumb, indecisive, selfish” follow with “she will see her mistake, she will beg forgiveness, she will realise that she’s so blind to the-” oh no no no

Her feelings are valid. Refusing Lucien has been put as one of her flaws or why she should be hated is SO CRAZY to me. Yall dont want people to coddles her or treat her like a child so then…pls start accepting her words as it is. Dont try to twist it or double it down. If she says she’s part of the night court, then she’s part of the night court. If she says she doesnt owe Lucien anything, that means she doesnt owe him shit.

#elain archeron #pro elain #pro elain archeron #rant

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From someone who knows basically nothing about Baldurs Gate......

Imma give my UNSOLICITED OPINIONS.

Karlach is the most consistent with her style. She looks great in everything. Shes also the hottest overall (no pun intended). Her personality is one of the cutest and the fact she doesnt seem to get that good of an ending is UH... CRIMINAL.

Best ship- ...//covers face and mumbles... I really like her relationship with the player... this is so unfortunate... but its so cute. I love her. (I know theres a couple endings where you can kill her. Those dont exist or Im calling the cops.)

Base model MEH, Camp model VERY cute, Panties.... ITS A CHOICE BUT ONE I BUY THAT HE'D MAKE FROM WHAT I KNOW ABOUT HIM. Also I dont believe for a MINUTE this man got a six pack why are you lying directly to my face... He reminds me of Dr Frank, I love his voice, I would never be able to deny him anything because hes really funny and I just wanna see him go crazy.

Best ship- Astarion/Wyll... I just saw a video of Star being SO into Wyll it was hilarious. 'Honestly that MAN~' Someone get him a Thirst-aid kit.

The sheer driplessness of this man needs to be studied by SCIENTISTS. But his panties are pretty cute. I do like his face/hair... but the man cant dress himself. ...Look on paper Gale is everything. His sweetness and earnestness is very charming but GOD... hes so cringe sometimes. GOOFY FUCK.

Best ship- ... Probably Wyll? I mean you can just slot Wyll in anywhere cuz hes so charming and he and Gale are such cornballs itd be insufferable.

Laezel takes second place right behind my bbg Karlach. Her base model is a little weird looking the metal looks weird but it still looks pretty cool. Her camp model is super hot, I never would have expected those panties TBH... why dont the men get fun panties. This is a crime. Anyways 9/10 Zel! Congrats. IDK if I like her or the memes with her. her VA did that ducks in a row video and its so funny and I cant ever be mad at her no matter what she wanted to do.

Best ship- .....I mean aesthetically Karlach? For shallow reasons... idk what their relationship is like.

...Look I know shes super popular but.... Look her camp model is pretty great but Her hair is hideous. I can get over Gales absolute driplessness cus hes still handsome... what is this hair... GIRL. The panties are a choice too... but after Karlach and Zel she really had little chance. Least theyre better than the guys.

Best ship- //shrugs I have no attachment to this woman LMAO

Base model? Kinda boring but not terrible. Camp model? One of the best... the cute little peekaboo belly. I hope someone bites him. BUT THE PANTIES??? Girl. Youre lucky youre so handsome. The horns and crazy eyes elevate him... just putting that out there. Like Gale... on paper Wyll is so perfect but HES SO EMBARRASSINGLY EARNEST. The problem is probably just the style of the game... if it was less uncanny realism and more stylized maybe I wouldnt be as cringed out LMAO. Youre so damn cute Wyll... Im sorry.

Best ship- Astarion is funny but hes such a menace... I think Wyll deserves better. HALSIN/Wyll.

Halsin somehow does the earnest lover thing way better than Gale or Wyll... but hes almost as bad as Gale when it comes to dressing himself. Who let this man dress himself? Hes hot though. It makes up for it. I cant believe BG3 let this beefy elf exist... Im so used to young looking scrawny pasty elves (eyes emoji).

Best ship- Like Wyll you can just put him anywhere.... but WYLL. Theyd just be so cute. Halsin could definitely dull the sheer earnestness to tolerable levels probably.

This lady I know almost nothing about except shes kinda rancid.... but at least shes kinda hot and also can dress decently.

Best ship- ...//shrugs

The fact shes not romanceable makes BG unplayable. Her face and hair is gorgeous, her clothes get a MEH from me... maybe if the colors were more muted?

Best ship- ...//shrugs

Hes fine.

Best ship- ...//shrugs

I know the Emperor has some part in this too... and hes hot. So...

Overall-

The difference between S tier and A tier.. isnt that different. I really like those 3 freaks.

At first Wyll & Halsin were these too but... they grew on me & I cant blame them for their faults. Its not Halsins fault you can traumatize a squirrel... its not Wylls fault the realistic style combined with his cheesy romantic bullshit embarrasses me...

I couldnt even get through Dream Daddys.... and I love that game.

I can forgive Wyll.

#Text posts.

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*holding out my hands completely unbidden and unprompted*

Hey I heard y’all got ocs in here? Ocs hello?? Hot ocs in my area????

hi im gonna pretend i didnt get this asked to me by somebody else before i clicked a wrong button and tumblr erased the whole post. taking this unbiased opportunity to jump into these characters.

i have had these ocs for upwards of 7 or 8 years, who went untouched for a VERY long time before getting picked back up and refurbished as of about 2 years ago. it is with MUCH pride i tell you that they intertwine very deeply with a friend's own ocs (YOU!! WHO SENT THIS!!) and they've helped me build up these characters into something i'm incredibly proud of and ought to share by now

without further adieu: some pirates, some 19th century fantasy (a LOT of fucking fantasy), and like 8 years worth of worldbuilding that i am STILL not done with. enjoy

FIRST of all let me show you who we're working with:

Who the hell is that?

Leo Blackwater (he/him) - 56 yrs, 5'6'', 152 lbs

Captain of the ship The Eclipse.

Widower of 19 years. only recently decided to open his heart back up; she wanted him to be happy, after all. She's a sensitive topic, even now. so any prodding or teasing on the matter of moving on will be met violently.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Doing pirate things, you see. Polite old dad, a warm personality to lure you into a false sense of security and turn you in for a pretty penny.

Disabled after a beam cracked and landed on his knee, breaking it. It never healed right, and hes slower for it, especially in old age. Despite this handicap making him more vulnerable, he does not carry much in the way of weapons.

Eldest of 6 siblings. Son of a humble small town fisherman; perhaps not all that glad for his son's criminality, but the money he sends home makes it forgiven.

Father of one, a daughter, captain of her own ship.

Formed his love for the sea at 18 on his father's fishing boat. Never much respect for the Navy proper. But, after being in the right place at the right time and earning the reward money for a highly wanted pirate, he started to get ideas...

Percius (Percy) Blackwater (they/them) - 48 yrs, 5'10'', 150 lbs

Younger sibling of Leo. 3rd child of 6.

Takes up a number of jobs on Eclipse. Took up the role of second in command after the passing of Mrs. Blackwater.

Respects and trusts their brother's choice in livelihood. Begged since they were young to let them sail with him. Didn't realize what it entailed until they were already aboard.

Unmarried. They're a bit busy right now.

Willing to be called uncle by their beloved niece, for lack of a better word.

Betelgeuse Blackwater (she/her) - 30 yrs, 6'5'', 240 lbs

Captain of The Starlight, all-female crew.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Learned her way of living from her parents.

Inherited her face and density from her father, nothing else. Prone to brute force rather than wit and cunning. This works for her just fine.

Quite awkward, if she likes you.

Eldest (and favorite) grandchild, an only child, a totally different woman if you see her around family. Towers over father, but makes herself small for a kiss hello.

Was only about 7 or 8 when her mother passed. She remembers what little she has of her fondly, and greets her kindly when she looks in a mirror.

So whats going on?

What a funny question!!! I got no clue. But I'll start by explaining a little worldbuilding lore (cringe explination incoming):

There is magic in this universe. Not one that's denied or marveled at, but exists as much as everything else you dont pay attention to around you. Its as real as gravity. It's a honed skill in some, frowned upon by others, used unwisely by a small (but not unheard of) few. Magic makes itself present in a number of ways; it's hard to find written rules of these things unless you know precisely what you want and what you believe in. In many areas, some small towns appear to be protected by nameless elements and energies. It's more often that you find individuals who put in the work to harness their beliefs into something tangible, all calling their faiths and abilities something different from each other. Again, its not unheard of for individuals to use these abilities for their own poor intentions. If someone like Leo is lucky, bagging a Magic user is worth every ounce of hassle it takes. He seems to get away with feats like this often, though port authority fears him enough not to ask how. The Blackwaters won't admit foul play, though, if you're in the right town listening to the right gossip, you might hear a rumor or two about Betelgeuse's warm touch and a spitfire attitude when shes angry.

So whats up with Leo?

hehehehe.

As aforementioned, Leo has recently made himself a bachelor. He has no shortage of acquaintances and colleagues in his line of business. His demeanor, if you trust it, is very welcoming to new colleagues. He's not looking for something to jump too quickly into, he's happy to take things slow as he navigates romance again after so long.

And then he captures Roark.

Roark Renshaw (he/him) - 68 yrs, 6'6'', 250 lbs (CREATION OF @skelelephant)

World's worst man.

Captain of The Red Hound, took this position by force at the age of 21. The crew that remained after his mutiny had naught the will to defy him, choosing to follow out of curiosity more than anything else afterward.

Professional menace. High-seas whore. Good old fashioned murderer, committer of pirate crimes as you'd imagine. Terribly smug about it.

Unknown origin, unknown motive. He cropped up out of thin air and has made himself a name to be feared ever since, doing a service to the red flag The Hound flies.

For all his force, he is not one easily captured. For all his reputation, he is reckless. He caught Leo at a bad time, unfortunately.

Roark is a household name among most port towns, wanted dead or alive for the better half of his life by the Navy. His nature is not unlike that of a rabid dog, compared often to his ship's namesake. It is a state of being that none have been able to tame him out of, not by any rotating carousel of lovers he finds among port towns or the enemies he finds in equal amount, and one that gives the bounty over his head a lot of zeros. One that Leo, for all his skill, saw as a pipe dream. Leo knew of him, certainly. Roark has been on his radar since before his wife's passing- they'd spoken of capturing him fondly, joked about like some impossible fantasy. But for all his reputation comes bad habits that lower his guard when he needs it most. Stumbling drunkenly out of a tavern one evening, docked unknowingly at the same port as The Eclipse, he is disarmed and captured before he knows it.

This is a victory unheard of. It seems only fitting that Leo Blackwater would bag him, Roark having not expected to meet his match in such a mild man. Before the crew of The Hound have enough notice, Eclipse sails off to deposit the dog that is Roark Renshaw to the navy for a glorious execution, and an even more glorious reward. Leo has the gall to boast this to his prisoner, who seems almost humored. Hes quite charming when hes disarmed, a feature of his that seeps into the cracks of Leo's resolve and that itch the loneliness that he had yet to satisfy. Hes dangerous even with his hands tied.

This is what solidifies Leo's decision to turn him in. A man who so loved to be chased and so loved the rotten attention he recieved, who needed to be put down. It was a thrill, though, to capture the hound himself and be one of few to ever do so. To be revered as Roarks captor would make one want to do it all over again.

By luck or by the hunger for chase that gnawed on Roark and Leo's ribs, Roark finds the moment to escape as hes being escorted off the ship. Leo, notably, makes a piss poor attempt at catching him.

Seen as a dire fluke from the outside, the captains know it was on purpose. They've found themselves amidst a game of cat and mouse, that gives them a small purpose for at least a little while. You bond very closely when trying to kill each other, you know!

So what's their deal?

Well, their deal is that they *make* a deal.

Though Roark might be a big fish in their career pond, he is not the only one. Eventually, always eventually, there is another to challenge Roark's reputation. He wants the pirate out of his way, and Leo could always use another bounty. But hes slippery... moreso than Roark, who lets himself into Leo's jaws on purpose.

So... an alliance is formed. Temporary, of course, they split this bounty and part ways. So they say. But Roark is a charming man, and fulfills the loneliness and search for companionship that Leo wanted... and Leo is collected and steady, more than the majority of Roark's colleagues. They stand out to each other. They're comfortable. Attached.

So... after the bounty is collected they choose not to end their truce. Spend more time together. Work together exceptionally well. Balance each other out, in a way.

So they're together?

GAY AS CAN BE, BABY.

probably the only existing drawing of them Together despite how much we both draw them seperately.

Their alliance spills over into something... fond. Affectionate, even. A few meetups at a port town turn into a lot more working together peacefully. This leads to some... interesting wires to cross between their own respective enemies, interesting wires between one another. They get to know each other very personally in some strenuous circumstances.

Anyways! Now that they're on the table, I feel a little more comfortable to talk about them more. Draw them more. Answer some questions, if anybody has any. I did leave a lot open-ended...

#the heron giveth #the heron speaketh #the heron heareth #trifecta just for good measure #the heron's ocs #i guess thatll be my oc tag now #ANYWAYS. HIIIIIII hes been a long time coming mr blackwater sir #and his darling normal family #worked for a couple days on this i guess its as good as an introduction can get. i can always post more lore and drawings later #would be suuuuuch a shame if people sent me asks. about them. asking quastions. so i can post more about them #and for the love of GOD eveyrbody give erin some attention for roark hes my FAVORITEST BOY. IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD #and erin is my favoritest canadian in the whole wide world. which means they deserve all the attention they can get #im very glad to see leo's progress over being a minor villain in a different overarching story to like. his own little guy. hes a guy now #hes so important to me. put so much of myself in him. i love him so much i hope others will too

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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keeping secrets

new series sneak peek

pairing: soft dark!bucky barnes x reader (dark!soulmate au)

words: 665

notes: ask and ye shall receive! here is a sneak peek of an upcoming series. and okay, this isn't edited and it might not be the final version - but it's what i have rn. again, this was a request i received last saturday and i absolutely loved it. can't wait to share it when it's finished!! and big thanks to whoever requested it! also - it's gonna have major "cardigan" vibes so be prepared for the angst. (it’s my specialty) 😙

“Why keep indulging yourself then? If it’s just sex, then you can get it from anyone, you can get it from her, can’t you? I mean does she even know how you really feel? Or are you keeping that a secret from her, too?” you tried to provoke, desperately hoping for a reaction from him. Any kind of response. Maybe he’d actually talk this time, maybe he wouldn’t run away so soon. Even if it was for an argument, at least he’d stay a little longer. You knew you were starting to push it, you knew you were being harsh, but you just didn’t care. And it was nowhere near as harsh as he was to you. Nowhere near as cold.

“You think she feels the same way about you? And even if she does, do you think she’d deny her soulmate for you, too? Deny herself the same that you are,” you kept prodding him as he redressed himself, apparently dead set on ignoring you once again. Your heart felt like it was being squeezed in his very hand, and you thought maybe it’d actually burst in your chest from the pain. Because it hurt. It always hurt. The way he avoided you anytime he saw you around. The way he couldn’t even say a simple “hello” when you entered a room. The way you knew he was about to leave you again without so much as a “goodbye”.

Worst of all, the way he used your body. Lavishing love upon you for hours on end and then tearing it all away when he finally got his fill - once again making you feel absolutely disposable. Actually, maybe what hurt the worst was the way you were never strong enough to deny him. But how could you? He was your soulmate. Of course you wanted him to want you. You wanted him around as often as possible, but it seemed he only wanted you around to fuck when he couldn’t deny himself any more.

“You really think she’d do this to her soulmate? Cuz you’re not just hurting yourself, ya know. You’re hurting me,” your voice broke on your last words as he stopped in his tracks by your door.

“No one is forcing you to do anything, and you’re the one who keeps letting me fuck you,” he sneered. “So stop acting like you’re a goddamn victim,” - he cringed internally at his poor choice of words, but continued on anyway. “I told you before and I’ll tell you again. You and me, it’s not gonna happen, okay? If you dont want to have sex anymore, thats fine. I was just trying to help the both of us out. I don’t need this from you. I don’t need anything from you.” he continued, trying to ignore your heart breaking a little more with each word he spoke. But your sadness was quickly covered by your anger.

“Okay,” you nodded, speaking quietly at first. “Well when she finds her soulmate - and breaks your heart - don’t you fucking dare try and come back for me.” you seethed, the words tasting like venom in your mouth. You grabbed the sweatshirt he had left on your bed and threw it at him when you spoke again, “You can get the fuck out of my room now.” And like you knew he would, he left without another word. The only sound you heard was the slamming of your door before you let your tears begin to fall. Because like you knew it would, it hurt. You may have felt disposable, but that couldn’t be true. Because he kept. coming. back. And deep down, you just knew, he always would. He’d always come back to you. You just didn’t know how much longer you could wait for him to stop denying this. To stop being so cruel. To stop acting like he didn’t love you as much as you loved him. You weren’t sure if the pain was worth it anymore.

#soft dark bucky x reader #soft!dark bucky #soft!dark bucky x reader #dark!soulmate au #keeping secrets series #soulmate!reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x soulmate!reader #dark!bucky

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terraliensvent · 2 months

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Do u think terraliens would have been a good species if they actually stopped fucking around and listened to the suggestions and shit

oh absolutely

for a little context, i used to be really into deviantart cringe stuff on yt back in the day, and something i got from that is even if someone is rude or dookies all over ur work, there are two things to do

1. take it with a grain of salt, they will never know you and you will never know them, if it bothers u too much then go outside

2. take it as an excuse to improve. someone saying “this thing is bad” can hurt, but also it can be a motivator to yourself to make it better

thats why i think drama blogs can be helpful in some sort of way, if other people can see what the deep issues are and explicitly say it and give critique, and you just throw it away because of where the info came from, then im sorry but i dont really think you want to improve

now granted they dont have to look at drama blogs and thats fair, thats just a lot of my own opinion

BUT

when you open up suggestion threads and when people suggest the same things over and over directly to you and you either deny it or ignore it because “too much work!” then i think youre lazy.

using the “draw the terra above” suggestion thats been given several times, people in the threads have given various examples of the concept working perfectly in other servers, howltars has over 2k members and their “draw howl above” channel seems to work perfectly fine. when given evidence that new things CAN work and things that members want CAN be implemented, mods shut it down and say its too much work and we dont have the staff! (despite how every time someone says to hire more we’re apparently bursting at the seams with mods)

i think thats why theres so much resentment built up, they kinda refuse to listen to anyone who isnt in their little clique and they never show any progress on anything besides more trait restrictions and adopts. (a reminder that the species still does not have a.) trait sheets and b.) actual written lore, and its been over 9 months since release. i can make an infant human in the time it takes terralien mods to make a trait sheet but sure what we need is more useless forageables)

also i hate how they always kill a suggestion thread by saying “things are getting a little heated” when someone says anything even slightly negative. we get it guys nobody is allowed to say anything that isnt absolute brown nosing, its such a convenient way for them to say “were actually never going to do this now because one person was being a meanie :(“

i joined terras pretty close to release, so ive seen them use every excuse under the sun to not really make any changes. it sucks because the base concept is pretty interesting and when i wanted to leave and find a new species nothing really had the same kick. bad moderation is and always has been the main downfall of this species

#closed species #closed species vent #terralien #vent

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Halloween party ~ eddie munson x reader

summary: you and eddie have been best friends since childhood and youve secretly liked him but what happens when the queen of Hawkins High, Chrissy Cunningham, finds interest in the freak?

warnings: underage drinking, some angst?, some fluff, mentions of alcohol + pi$$ kink (not really but just in case), cuss words

a/n: hi there! this is my first ever oneshot and im kinda nervous loll. please lmk what you guys think! feedback is always appreciated<3

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Ever since you and Eddie have known each other, there has always been that spark. That goddam spark. You’ve never really noticed how much you loved Eddie but that’s what a best friend should feel like. Right?

There was no denying that Eddie didn’t also feel that spark but for him, it was different. Not in a bad way. Not in a good way either. The feeling was new to him thats all. He’s never really talked or hung out with any other girl besides you. And in a way, it made you feel special to him.

But that soon changed after you had begged him to go to that halloween party Steve was hosting. God, how much you regret doing that. Steve was a good friend of yours, not as close as Eddie but still knew you well enough. However you only chose to go to that party because of Robin, who you dearly loved.

“C’mon Eddie, I know you dont like parties but-” you say to him but is soon interrupted.

“But nothing, sweetheart” Eddie begins to say. “Im not sure if you hadn’t noticed but im not really well liked.”

“So what? I promise we’ll have fun.” You say with pleading eyes. Oh how hard it was for him to say no to you.

“Fine. I’ll go to his stupid halloween party” He says with a childish voice. You laugh at him and he puts his arm around you.

He does this to everyone, you think to yourself. You cant help but overthink something he’s done a million times before. Your thoughts get suddenly interrupted by a high pitched voice.

“Hey guys!” says the overly excited voice. You recognize the person and its none other than the queen of Hawkins herself, Chrissy Cunningham.

You never really got along with Chrissy considering you were in DnD and hung out with “the freaks”. But it wasnt just that. You knew that she wasnt good news because she would sit with the other popular people who would constantly pick on Eddie.

“Hi?” You hear Eddie ask. He questioned this because why would Chrissy, of all people, talk to him?

“So um, are you guys going to the halloween party tonight?” She asks you both.

“Yeah, we’re both going!” You say to her in your fake excited voice. Eddie catches your voice and chuckles.

“I cant wait to see you there!” She says looking over at Eddie. Eddie raises an eyebrow but eventually went along with it, nodding. You noticed that moment. That little moment bothered you but you tried so hard not to seem like it did.

What seemed like an eternity of silent staring, she says her goodbyes and side hugs Eddie and smiles at you. Eddie put his arm around her as he awkwardly side hugs her back. You try your best not to cringe as she walks away.

“So… was it just me that noticed that?” Eddie breaks the silence between the two of you.

“Noticed what?” You asked even though you knew exactly what just happened. The queen of Hawkins High found interest in the town freak.

“Okay, dont laugh but, I think she flirted with me in a way?” Eddie says and puts his hand in the back of his head, twisting his hair.

“And how do you feel about that?” you sneakily ask him trying to see his reaction to it. Sure you were curious but deep down, you wanted to know if he had any interest in her. It may have been a long shot if he did since they were complete opposites but you just wanted to make sure.

“Honestly? I was kinda diggin’ the attention but…” he continues to say and looks down at his shoes and kicks the dirt.

“But?”

“But we’re complete opposites you know? And maybe shes just not the right someone.” He says and looks at you. Its like he was hinting something but you just brushed it off.

“Well give it a shot?”

Why would I say that?

“Maybe shes not what you think she is?”

Why am I saying all this bullshit?

“Y’know what y/n? You’re right. Fuck it. I guess i have something to look forward to to this stupid party.” Eddie gives you a smile and you give him a soft smile back.

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You got home and you noticed your mom had left early to go to work. It was just the two of you since the death of your father. Of course you were sad about it but you were young when he passed away of a heart attack. You loved your mom so much and you seemed to get quite lonely when she was gone.

But Eddie would do his best make sure you never felt alone. Which is why he would come over most days and watch horror movies with you or just hang out.

You went to the kitchen to look for the note she usually wrote for you.

Left for work. Will be back in the morning, Love you lots y/n. -Mom

Reading that note made you smile. But just then, you realized you didn’t even have a costume planned for the party. You head to your room and start thinking of what to wear.

Sexy cat?

No, too boring

School girl?

Too sexualized

Witch?

Too boring

Then it hit you, you loved the Breakfast Club. Why not dress up as Allison Reynolds? You basically already owned some of her clothes since you shared her aesthetic.

You look through your closet and find the right clothes. You put on a black long sleeve and a long black cardigan. You then put on black sheer tights and a medium length grey skirt. To finalize the look you put on your black boots and start to do some makeup.

Not too much. Just some mascara and a small amount of black eyeshadow on the outer corners of your eyes. Damn, you knew you looked hot but the way your clothes fit you tonight, made you feel sexy. The long sleeve shirt hugged your curves and the sheer black tights made your legs looked amazing. Sure you had a black cardigan but you could always take it off.

Just as you were looking at yourself and feeling incredible, there was a knock on your door.

You open the door to find none other than Eddie Munson himself dressed up as Joel Goodsen from Risky Business. You’re surprised Eddie even knew this movie considering he’s only ever watched horror movies with you.

“Why hello there Mr. Goodsen.” you say to him in a flirtatious way. He’s wearing a black crewneck with a white collared shirt underneath and burnt orange pants. Oh god. He looked amazing and so goddamn handsome. The things you would to him right then and there. Your not so innocent thoughts are interrupted by his voice.

“Hi there, sweetheart. Or should I say Allison?” he replies to you as he smirks and looks at you up and down. You notice that he puts his tongue at the corner of his mouth as he checks you out. You cant help it but feel your face get red. He takes a step closer and brings his hand up to your face and slides his finger across your cheek.

“I am loving how your eyes look right now. Wear this more often, yeah?” You begin to feel this bubbly feeling in the lower part of your stomach and cant help but stutter your words.

“T-Thank you Eddie. Means a lot, really.” you say and give his hand a squeeze and a soft smile. “Lets go, shall we?”

“We shall sweetheart” Eddie says and opens the door for you of his white van. The sudden smell of weed and cologne hit you. You don’t mind it as it smells just like Eddie. Oh how badly you wished you could stay with him forever. Even if there was no talking, his company was enough.

As he drives to Steve’s house, he puts on his music. The first song being I don’t Know by Ozzy Osbourne. You enjoyed Eddie’s taste in music since you both shared the same songs. You both looked at each other and started singing.

“People look to me and say

Is the end near, when is the final day?

What’s the future of mankind?

How do i know, i got left behind.”

You’re both practically screaming the lyrics to one another throughout the whole song. It was moments like this that you enjoyed with Eddie. You felt like you could be yourself and have no shame. Eddie made you feel like you weren’t the only town freak who liked this type of music.

Sadly, your moment with him was cut shortly since Steve lived a couple minutes away from you. Eddie drives up to his house and parked across the street from him house. He turned off the ignition and just as you were about to get our, he made you stop and he got out of the van and quickly opened the door for you.

“Why thank you, Joel” You say to him as you chuckle.

“Of course, Allison.” He says as he motions his hands in front of you to walk forward. You both start walking up to Steve’s house and you could hear the loud music from outside. Just as Eddie was about to open the door for you, Steve opens it.

“Y/N! You made it!” Steve yells out and notices your costume. “Let me guess, Allison?” You give him a nod and smile. You then take a look at his costume and he’s dressed up as who looks to be Marty McFly from Back to the Future. He had a denim button up and a red puffy vest. He also had on blue jeans with some white with red nike shoes.

“Are you supposed to be Marty?” You ask him.

“Yeah!” He looks over at Eddie who’s just staring at him. Him and Steve never really got along with but they stayed cool because of the mutual friendship with you.

“Hey man! Welcome to the party! Are you dressed up at Joel? Man I love Risky Business” Steve says to Eddie breaking the awkward silence between the two.

“Yeah! Diggin’ the costume man!” Eddie yells back to him as you both go inside the house. And that house was packed. You knew Steve was popular but damn, how can someone know this many people?

As you and Eddie were trying to find the drinks, that same overly excited voice gets your attention.

Oh brother.

“Oh my god no way!” The voice says.

You turn and look at Chrissy dressed up as Lana from Risky Business. Shes wearing a white clothed sweater with a black bow tie at her neck. Shes wearing a matching white skirt with black and the end of it. Her hair is up in a half up half down style.

Kill me. Now?

You didn’t know what to think. Whether it was planned or not and boy were you really hoping it wasn’t. You quickly disguised your annoyed expression to a fake “wow you look amazing” one.

“I cant believe we matched on accident!” Chrissy says to Eddie. Eddie’s face was something you couldn’t read. You couldn’t tell whether he was happy it happened or surprised. And Eddie didnt know what to think either. He was distraught. How could someone be the complete opposite of him yet think the same?

“You look… wow.” Eddie says to Chrissy. She blushes at his compliment and then looks over at you.

“You look good too y/n” Chrissy says but for some reason, it didnt seem genuine. As if she didnt mean it.

“Thanks” You tell her with a soft smile. Her attention was now fully back on Eddie. You couldn’t stand being next to them. You couldn’t stand the jealousy you felt. You couldn’t stand feeling like a third wheel.

“Im gonna go find Steve.” You tell Eddie, eyeing Chrissy. If looks could kill, she’d be on the floor. Eddie looks at you, confused. But before he could say anything else, you left. He was just about to go after you but was stopped by Chrissy.

“Lets go dance!” She yells to him. He reluctantly agrees to her and they head off.

You go to Steve’s backyard and find him with Robin and Nancy. They’re all drunk and laughing together. You go toward them and they all yell out your name.

“Y/N you look… hot!” Robin says to you. You honestly dont know who shes dressed up as but shes wearing a black blazer with dark grey pants and a white tuxedo shirt.

“You’re one to talk Robin!” you say to her as you hug her. She hands you a beer and you just wanted to get wasted that night, hoping it was all a dream.

“Chug, chug, chug, chug!” Steve and Nancy both begin to chant as they all gave you a hooray and start clapping. Steve hands you another beer and you’re quick to drink up. You loved moments like this. Especially now because Eddie isn’t with you. Right now, you just wanted to get as drunk as possible.

You spent what seemed to be 30 minutes with them and you were already on your fourth can which meant bathroom break. You tell them you’ll be right back and excuse yourself.

You make your way towards the bathroom and you pass Eddie with Chrissy. They’re laughing together and you see shes under his arm. You then see her interlocking his hand with hers. Fuck. You don’t know why but that stung. Knowing that Eddie always had his arm around you and now that it seems like you’ve been replaced by someone who isn’t even like him, kills you. Knowing that you’d do anything to take her place in an instant.

Eddie notices you and tells Chrissy he’ll be back in a bit. You see him coming towards you so you quickly turn on your heals and head towards the bathroom. He follows you and just as you were going to shut the door, he stops it with his foot.

“What the hell y/n?” He says. He seems angry, you think. Why is he mad? I didn’t do anything wrong? You start thinking to yourself.

“What Eddie?” you ask him. Scoffing slightly. “Im trying to go to the bathroom here.” He pushes the door open. Both of you are staring at each other. You can see the expression on his face. He seems… angry? Confused?

“Whats up with you tonight?”

“I dont know what you mean.”

“You left me.” He says. He seems genuine. Sad almost.

“You seriously didn’t expect me to third wheel did you?” You say to him realizing you’re slurring your words. Guessing the alcohol took its turn.

“Third wheel? The hell are you talking about?”

“So now you’re acting stupid? If you’re gonna act like this, just go Eddie.”

“Im not leaving till you tell me whats up Y/N.” You could tell he’s getting annoyed.

“Im not gonna be with you when you’re with Chrissy! Goddammit Eddie. I thought you weren’t so oblivious but I was clearly wrong. Just go be with her already!”

“Why does that bother you so much?”

“God Eddie. I like you okay? Ive been liking you since we started to become closer! I didnt know how to tell you since I didnt think you’d like me back. Ive kept it a secret for some time because maybe i thought i was wrong about what i was feeling. I just hoped it would eventually pass since youre my best friend and you wouldnt see me as anything else but that.” You yell at him as a couple tears roll down your cheek.

Eddie just stood there. In complete and utter shock. Not in a grossed out way. But in a good way. Deep down, Eddie knew he felt it too but didnt know how to handle it since it was all brand new to him.

“I- God dammit. I like you too y/n.” He was being genuine. “This whole feeling is new to me as well. I didnt know how to confront it so i just ignored it.” He said with regret. Eddie was regretting everything he’s done that day. Going along with Chrissy. Allowing her to touch him.

You both just looked at each other not knowing what to say. He takes a step closer and wipes a tear off your face. He cups your face and says, “I like you y/n. And im sorry i didnt tell you sooner. Youre the one, okay sweetheart?” Sweetheart. That damn name. You cant help but feel a gitter in your stomach. Not from the alcohol, but from a feeling of warmth.

Not saying anything, you place your hand on the side of his face and pull him in slowly. Your lips find his and the kiss is sweet. Nothing harsh or urgent. But a soft and desirable kiss. You open your mouth slightly allowing for him to put his tongue inside your mouth and he does the same for you. You’ve dreamed of this moment for a while and its finally coming true.

Eddie breaks the kiss, still holding your face and asks, “Lets go home?”

“Of course. Let me just go to the bathroom real quick, yeah?” You look at his big brown eyes and smile.

“I’ll be waiting in here.” He says and gives you a smirk.

“You’re a freak, Eddie Munson.” You tell him as you laugh and begin to take off your skirt.

“At least I’m your freak, y/n.” He says smiling as he licks his lips.

a/n: please let me know how i did? I hope you all enjoyed! If you have any requests please lmk<33

#eddie x you #eddie headcanons #eddie oneshot #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #joeseph quinn x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things

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YALL, ITS YA BOI, GR4Y, AND I AM *BACK* WITH SOME *QUESTIONS*!! *insert fleshcousin yay sfx*

1. how many people buy the 💖yassified💖 fafa (i'd eat it tbh)

2. where'd boots get the 💖yassified💖 boots!? gawhdamn those are long

3. did cashier open the icecream freezer yet, i wanna buy some. (bonus, is there a 💖yassified💖 icecream flavor?)

4. Does Yassi-Spray exist?? Possibly under a different product name than Yassi-Spray? (bear spray, but for fending off the 💖yassified💖)

5. why in the FUCK is denis' tail getting stretched to oblivion in the 💖yassify💖 spectrum comic, i need to know (on the last few panels)

6. what new things can williamplayz (willyslayz) do now that he's 💖yassified💖

7. can pest sing (if so, which lady gaga song since he likes lady gaga)

8. has kasper ever tried to kill/execute (un)pleasant

9. can the 💖yass-virus💖 transfer through particles and what not

10. to add onto the last question, does kasper sneeze '💖yassify-particles💖' or something

11. oh dear dont tell me the 💖yassified💖 know how to do marketing and advertising, business, even...

12. how the FUCK did MR ring the doorbell (in the comic) when he has no hands

13. is kasper necessarily 'mad' at drretro for how she treats him (LIKE A LAB RAT. unacceptable smh)

14. does bive do blogs on the internet or something how that they're 💖yassified💖, instead of being a detective? OR DO THEY DO BOTH NOW

15. where does spud get his nails done

16. is split edible. strawberry.

17. what was the cocoon process like for pilby, how tf would it even work (since they're humanoid n stuff)

18. if bive gave reddy the 💖yass-virus💖, how the fuck did she do it?? some sorta malware program?

19. is lampert still a germophobe now that he's 💖yassified💖

20. did wallter and mark get back together perhaps (probably not)

21. what stuff DOES pest shoplift

22. what type of music does poob play at the parties

23. okay so yknow how fleshcousin has a big hole in the middle of their head? was that changed during the 💖yassification💖 process?

24. if pest bakes pie, he should start a bakery.

25. last but not least question: did kasper change their gamertag when they got 💖yassified💖.

shitton of questions i get it, but hey, thats me. (cringe too i think idk you tell me)

Another batch of questions hehehe >:D

(Another necessary cut off bdhsfqh)

1. I'd guess a lot, they are rather tasty tho also hallucinogenic

2. They probably found them in the back of the koby somewhere also they'd probably be one of the first mannequins to be infected lol

3. Never, he's hogging it all </3 (yes, mainly being sold at Crem's shop and Enphoso's store)

4. Just normal spray will do tbh, it's why Sarah carries it around ever since the outbreak started lmfao

5. My tail got infected *sobs* but dw Denis neva dies

6. More princess dresses with full faces of makeup much to Jermey's joy

7. Idk, but even if they could they would never do it haha

8. Kasper def has experimented some ways (Probably same as canon)

9. At first it was purely through bites so technically you could still smooch your yassified partner and not get infected, but as of late it seems to be getting more and more contagious. To the point it may be airborne now. Luckily Enphoso's store already has special air conditioners!

10. No, thankfully they cannot spread it through their germs. Not at all actually.

11. They absolutely do know how to do marketing and advertising </3 Enphoso is NOT helping

12. He found a way hehe

13. At first definitely, but he seems to have already forgotten about it! So he kinda forgives her!

14. Still does blogs, but it seems her new advertisements for the blog seem to be luring more people in. More people to spread the truth to!

15. Ya mama (jk, they were done by MrManeuver has a side business and for good prices!!)

16. No!!! Don't eat her cries

17. They probably got super tired and hungry at first, then made themself a cocoon, slept in it for a few days, and came out elegant as hell

18. Someway somehow a bite was enough. Even creatures made of materials that are not flesh don't seem to be safe either.

19. Yes absolutely, they probably have that clean girl aesthetic now

20. I think they're working on it (polite and fun don't mix well either I guess ah)

21. Still mainly coins, but will snatch a few lipstick tubes here and there. Now he can get away qith it more easily haha

22. Licky by Larry Tee and Princess Superstar (listen with headphones y'all)

23. Nah it's still there unless it mimics someone then they will just do the usual haha

24. He should! Maybe then he'll stop stealing coins haha

25. She would have, but he doesn't have enough robux </3

#regretevator au #yass infection au #ask post #funny lil questions haha #perfect excuse to infodump muwahahaha #also the next part is almost done #but my discord kittens /j dont gotta worry bout that they see the pages early #>:3

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the-banana-0verlord · 3 months

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Midnight teatime

@xen-blank inspired me so i wrote this ehehe

It was a starfull and slumberless night. Lilian, the Ramshackle prefect, had not been able to go back to sleep after recieving an ominous vision. The visions were a norm; Lilian was used to them. The insomnia, on the other hand, was not. She was always so exhausted from the previous day that even though the thoughts were racing through her head, she would fall back into dreamland.

But not tonight. No, tonight she was wide awake. Seeing there was nothing to be done about it, Lilian decided to at least do something to occupy herself. If sleep doesn't come, she'll make sure boredom won't come either.

She shivered as her bare feet touched the cold wood floor. The heating system must've broken again. Lilian cringed as she strolled over to where her slippers were, and carefuly put them on. She also covered herself and her yellow-striped pyjamas(who were, might I add, way too big for her) with her school uniform jacket to keep herself warm. She would've rather have a coat, but she didn't have the money to buy one at the moment, even if it was way past january already.

Lilian slowly made her way across the corridors of the Ramshackle, careful not to make any sound that could maker her wake her little furry friend Grim up. The dorm was old, very old, so it was prone to squeaking.

She came across the kitchen, and began making herself some tea. Just yesterday, Ruggie had shown her the best wild plants to make a drink with. She often did such activities with her beastman friend, since they shared the fact that they were poor.

Once the tea done, she settled on the lounge couch. Lilian also covered herself with a nearby blanket to add a layer of warmth. She stayed like this a few minutes, occasionally looking at the stars.

The fifth time she turned her head to look at the sparkling white dots, she saw a burst of green fireflies come from just down the street. After her months at the dorm, she had came to learn that the fireflies announced the arrival of her dear friend. Without even bothering to change into her boots, Lilian rushed outside.

"Hornton!" She cried out gleefully at the horned silhouette not too far.

"Greetings, Child of a man, the horned man said. What brings you here so late? I wouldn't want you loosing sleep"

Hornton, or should I say Malleus, looked with concerned at her eyebags, then at her shivering form. She had gone out in such a hurry she had lost her jacket.

"And with such clothing. Do you not feel the cold?

-O-oh, it's alright, I dont mind, Lilian answered, trying to stop her teeth from hitting each other.

-Nonsense."

With a movement of the hand, Malleus conjured a yellow coat and white boots on the small girl, who immediately felt warmer.

"Thanks, you didn't have to do that.

-Well, I couldn't let a friend freeze to death, could I? Humans are such fragile creaturers."

Lilian chuckled at the last comment. She had grown used to her friend's peculiar sayings.

"Do you want to come in? She offered. I made some tea for myself, but I can also prepare some for you too.

- I wouldn't deny such a heartfelt offer. Do lead the way."

In a natural way, Lilian grabbed Malleus's hand, oblivious to the effect the gesture had on the dragon fae. His heart was beating in his chest at the beat of the steps taken.

Inside the Ramshackle, he watched Lilian running around to prepare the drink. He had wanted to help her, but she insisted that he was her guest and that he should relax. So, he sat on the couch and waited.

Few minutes later, Lilian went to sit beside him, warm tea in hand. They took sips in silence. Compared to other silences Lilian and Malleus were confronted, it was a comfortable one. It always felt good when they hanged out.

At times like this, Malleus felt guilty he was lying about his identity to her. To her, he was just Hornton, her dear friend that sometimes went to see her at night, when he was actually Malleus Draconia, prince of Briar Valley. He didn't want to ruin that, but he hated lying, though it was technically just hiding things(which was not any better).

"Child of a man, I.." He began, turning to face the girl, only to see her with closed eyes. During the silence, she had fallen alseep. Malleus sighed, before slightly smiling and removing her cup from her hands to keep it from spilling. He got up, wary not to wake her, and layed her down on the couch. Carefully, he pressed his lips on her forehead, as if he was scared to break her.

"Good night, Child of a man, and sweet dreams."

At that, he left the Ramshackle in a cloud of green fireflies.

#bananawrites #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #mallilian #twst oc #twst mc #twst yuusona #yuusona #lilian gothel

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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If you have time could you write about the Grabber and male reader having to cuddle for warmth because the basement is too cold. The reader hates physical contact but doesn't say anything because the Grabber scares him. Thank you and have a good day! (there needs to be more grabber x male reader fics)

oooo, i feel like subconsciously the grabber knows youre afraid, he reads body language well, so when you dont say anything he takes advantage of this, he'd bring the newspaper down and have you on his lap or next to him with an arm around you while he reads, not paying attention to it but rather you and how antsy you are :)

also omfg thank you for 412 followers?? this means the world to me bro im still thinking of what i should do, so suggestions r welcomed!

little rushed because ive been busier, but i hope its still nice!

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

The Grabber x Male Reader

Warnings: Uncomfortable Reader, Manipulation, The Grabber, Crossed Boundaries,

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His feet were planted before you, head tilted down, mocking you. The basements chilled air raised visible goosebumps on you, and he noted that from the start, but the persistence you had in denying you were cold made him even more curious, you were always so damn tenacious.

From his view, what he saw was a shivering, vulnerable man, who avoided Al's gaze with every bit of energy he had left. How cute.

"You know, it's winter. The cold slipping in, huh?"

The man giggled after speaking, and he lowered himself down to your level, placing a hand securely on your shoulder. Yet your eyes were out of it, unfocused. He knew you were trying to slip your conscious from here, from him, so while the event took place, he decided to test the waters.

"Not a winter fan, are you?"

While the moments passed of no response, he pulled himself in to you. The bottom part of his makeshift mask was gone, leaving the bottom of his face revealed for you. His breathing was steady as it hit your cold cheeks, his breath was a warm contrast to the chilled air.

While he kept his eyes trained on you, his hand trailed its way up your arm to your cheek, warming it as he held you. As soon as his hand found its place, soon did his lips, bringing themselves to your forehead, maintaining his caring demeanor. Pulling away, he felt your cheeks heat up, and a new expression shifted in your eyes, giving him ideas. You were frozen in what he assumed was fear, the way you avoided his touch, and him in general made it obvious, but you weren't a fighter, not like his other situations. You, were a freezer. You let him do what he wanted, as long as you went unharmed, and the thought of having such a gentle guy, all to himself, made Al thrilled.

"Hm, I guess we're never to old to learn new things. I will be right back my dove, don't move too far."

With that, he lifted himself up by his knees, and strode across the cement floor, echoing on his way. If you weren't going to object to what he had to think, then he would put this winters day to work, finally forming the fantasy he'd been dreaming of.

The strange man you'd been stuck with had only left for a short while, scurrying upstairs and leaving you in the terrified silence. You felt like a safe cracked open, your secrets, your inside thoughts had been pried open. The empty, dull room never consoled you, and in this moment, it seemed to taunt you, offering you silence as comfort.

When the heavy footsteps taking their time down the stairs reached your ears, you felt your heart beat speed up, the beating replacing the once deafening silence. The steps were slowed, and intentional, working only as a factor for fear that the man seemed to feed off of. Seeing the metal door being pushed open, an agonizing screech accompanied with it made you cringe where you sat, your eyes squinting while your face contorted to an uncomfortable feeling.

Besides your ringing heart, you heard nothing. Tension choked you, and spared Al.

"I thought to pass the time, together. I fetched a newspaper for me, you can make do with what I have in mind."

It was like a sickening blow to your stomach, hearing his words soon become your reality. The world was just making fun of you now.

His right arm indeed had the newspaper wrapped between in, the date hidden from your view. Taking in his presence while he walked to you, you saw how his outfit had changed, a woolly cardigan with thick pants were now on him, supporting himself. The closer he got, the more comforting his clothing looked, and you wished you had something more vibrant on.

Once again, he found his way to the foot of your mattress, longingly peering down at you. He drank in the wat you stared at him with a protective look on your face, eyebrows furrowed, but as soon as he made himself comfortable next to you, the look hastily disappeared, its place taken by a slightly frantic look. His arm maneuvered its way around your waist, holding you closer to his warmth, and the other began adjusting the newspaper to his liking. But the entire time you thought his eyes were reading, they were familiarizing themselves with you.

The way you slightly moved under his touch, attempting to get away, only to pause swiftly when he brought you into him was the cutest damn thing. You were his sweet boy, even though you were in your early twenties, and he loved your little actions you thought went unnoticed. The naive, yet careful movements you projected enticed him. You ere unknowingly bringing him closer to you, both physically & metaphorically.

If you were always so willing, he would have to pray there would be colder nights coming.

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something quick because this requests has been sitting for some time n im so sorry abt that💔

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

#black phone #the grabber #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #ethan hawke #hot killer #queer #slasher #gay

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baby scarab || 29

anon - reader giving steven little pats? he deserves them 😌💕 doing late night legos with him? LETTING HIM HOLD ONE OF THE PLUSHIES WHILE THEY TAKE A NAP TOGETHER?? 😩😩😩

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anon - Hey!! By any chance do you think you could have the boys comforting reader with a stomach migrane(basically really bad stomach pain that nothing really helps it and often can throw up wether from pain or just nausea) I have one and its prob gonna last a few days lol T-T

Feel free to deny or ignore this, no pressure what do ever!! :D

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anon - Love your baby scarab series!! Idk if Y/N gets sick anymore bc of the spider bite but it would be fun to imagine the boys freaking out when Y/N has a fever and is delirious lol

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A/N : funky time

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : busy busy chapter. never be afraid to leave requests!! and dont worry if you dont see yours for a while, if i havent answered it, that means im working on it.

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, sickness, mentions of violence. let me know if i missed anything

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you and steven were cleaning up from dinner, you and the guys haven’t talked more about why you distanced yourself for a couple days.

and like everyone has said, they understood.

you were drying the dishes while steven washed them.

“so what’s in the bag?” marc asks you, and you turn to face him in the window.

“just something i picked up” you respond, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.

“it’s dumb so don’t worry about it” you say quickly and set a now dry plate down to reach over to the next one.

“i’m sure it’s not” marc starts. “but you don’t have to show us if you don’t want to” he finishes and you smile to yourself.

it’s quiet for about a minute until jake speaks up. “so are you dating ese niño?” he asks and you cringe.

“no- maybe- i don’t know” you stutter, and jake chuckles.

“but you want to”

you don’t say anything, while you angrily dry the dishes.

“stop making that face, he’s just being a dick” marc tells you and you chuckle.

“still a hypocrite” you respond, earning a scoff from marc.

~~~

after finishing the dishes, you and steven were on the couch watching your favorite show while he asked you what was happening every five seconds.

it amazed you how dumb he could be sometimes.

only with non boomer things though, he was really smart otherwise.

you all had been so engaged in just watching tv, that you didn’t even notice khonshu perched on the top of the couch also watching.

you suddenly felt light headed, and sat up completely compared to being leaned up against steven, him looking to you in worry.

“you alright?” he asks, marc and jake suddenly focusing on you too.

“yeah.. i just feel weird all of a sudden” you say, and you take a few deep breaths before getting the chills.

you shiver and steven sits up properly so that he could try and figure out what was wrong.

“my head feels weird” you mutter, steven getting up to get you some medicine.

“i’ll be right back” he tells you right before he leaves.

you just feel out of place right now, for some reason.

like your body is trying to decide wether you’re sick or not.

you feel kind of sick, but not sick at all at the same time, frankly it was confusing.

steven came back with medicine and a thermometer, while you just stared at him with squinted eyes.

“why’s it so bright in here?“ you ask him, your own voice sounding loud in your ears.

“it’s.. not?” he starts, handing you the thermometer.

“under your tongue” he reminds you and you stick it in your mouth, under your tongue like steven told you.

you both waited for a couple minutes before you got bored and yanked it out of your mouth, seeing your temperature to be 104.7.

“oh shit i’m dead” you go completely limp, falling onto steven.

“wait wait wait- what?” he asks confused, taking the thermometer from you and panicking once he saw it.

“holy mother of god, are you okay?” he feels your head, it being way hotter than usual.

“fuck” he mutters and you gasp dramatically, sitting back up.

“steven said a no no word” you look to marc and jake who were eyeing you weirdly.

“guys- did you hear it?” you ask both of them and they nod with small smiles.

“yeah.. we heard it” marc mumbles and you start laughing.

“what just happened? did she take drugs?” steven asks, looking at your eyes for any sign of drug use.

“no, we would’ve noticed sooner” jake says.

“maybe it’s the spider bite” khonshu pipes up, making everyone look to him.

“it would make sense that it would protect her from sickness” he starts. “but she would still feel tired” he elaborates and steven nods.

“that makes sense, yeah?” he asks jake and marc, who both shrug.

you were still sitting up, squinting at the ceiling. “do you think khonshu has ever pecked somebody’s eyes out?” you ask steven, turning to face him.

“like in the birds?” you clarify and he looks at khonshu who was nodding.

“no- no he hasn’t” he shakes his head.

khonshu bangs his stick on the ground out of anger while you reach your hand out for the medicine steven brought you.

he opens the bottle and puts two pills in your hand, and shoves a bottle of water into your lap.

you scoff and open the water, sticking the pills in your mouth and swallowing them.

“i feel like i got hit by a car again” you mutter, steven looking to you in a panic.

“wait- again?!” he asks, and you nod, lifting up your shirt do that you could show him where the bruises were- since they were already healed.

“i got hit righttttt, here” you point to your ribs and put your shirt back down, ignoring the look that marc was giving you.

“and when was this?” marc says in his interrogator voice.

“ay ay ay..” jake shakes his head.

“it was when i stopped the robbers” you tell him excitedly.

“they reversed their car and then i got hit. nobody got it on camera though” you sigh disappointedly.

“good thing they didn’t otherwise you guys would’ve found out” you sigh.

the three of them just stare at you like you’re crazy.

“okay- but how did you not get some kind of infection?” marc asks and you hum in thought.

“my guy in the chair” you answer, earning a groan from marc.

“and who is your guy in the chair?”

“casper”

“of fucking course it’s casper”

“hey- everybody just chill the ‘f’ out” steven starts. “she’s fine now, just clearly not right in the head at the moment”

“i’m never right in the head” you glare at the floor.

“yes you are” steven says quickly and you smile to yourself.

“it’s almost just like she was when she was sick last time, we can handle it” steven says.

“but this time we have to make sure that khonshu doesn’t tell her she’s going to lay eggs” marc scoffs.

“yeah, she woke up later that night crying because she was seriously convinced she was going to lay eggs” steven replies, marc nodding along.

“i’m not fucking stupid, i know i don’t lay eggs” you speak up, and steven gives you a look.

“watch your language” steven murmurs, but you still hear it.

you just smile innocently at him and take a breath.

“shh” you shush him, and he scoffs. “you’re so loud” you cover your ears.

“do you think her abilities are acting up?” steven asks marc and jake.

“probably” “si” they both answer at the same time.

“y/n, darling” steven starts. “how can i help you?” he says in a quiet voice, as to not hurt you further.

you still heard him perfectly even though your hands are covering your ears.

“do i still have pop tarts here?” you ask and steven nods.

“can you please get some?” you ask again an get another nod.

steven gets up to get you pop tarts while your hearing calms down, not expecting what was next.

you sniff and smell marshmallows as steven gets back.

“thank you- and do you happen to have marshmallows here?” you question and steven shakes his head.

“i can smell marshmallows” you clarify, and marc makes a face.

“what? but we don’t even have any marshmallows here” he tells you and you shake your head.

“i know but they’re coming from-“ you look to khonshu.

“i knew you ate them” you tell the tall bird, and he shrugs.

“no i didn’t” he denies it and you wave him off.

“dude you literally smell like them” you start. “and that’s a compliment because you usually smell like a corpse” you chuckle to yourself while marc laughs at the insult.

“shut it, tiny spector” he grits out at you and you just laugh harder.

“yo, i can smell sand too” you notice and you see all three of the guys giving you weird looks.

“you can actually smell sand?” marc asks and you nod.

“there’s probably still some under the worms bed” jake suggests and steven scoffs.

you sit there for a minute while your sense of smell goes back down to its new normal, wonders which sense would be heightened next.

you rip open your bag of pop tarts, almost sending them flying across the room.

“god damnit” you mutter, steven chuckling at you.

“i will hit you” you threaten, angrily eating the pop tart.

“ooh so scary” marc says from the mirror on the coffee table.

you glare at him and flip him off before rolling your eyes.

“what would you like for supper tonight?” steven changes the subject.

you think about it for a second while chewing on your pop tart.

“‘m not hungry” you say, while taking another bite of your snack.

“you are literally eating a pop tart right now” marc points out and you shake your head.

“but after that im not hungry” you say.

“well, dinner is in a few hours so what do you want” jake cuts in and you hum in thought again.

“i know what she wants” jake says with a small smirk.

you look at him curiously as marc gives him a warning look.

“she wants casper, isn’t it obvious?” he chuckles and you gasp dramatically.

“why are you like this?” you ask, and jake snickers at you.

“you’re too easy”

“am not”

“are too”

“no-“

“you both need to shut up” marc says, and you glare and jake, to which he glares right back.

you just huff and look away from everyone, closing your eyes while you chew on your pop tart.

“why do you think nobody adopted me?” you ask suddenly, surprising even yourself with the sudden question.

“i mean i was in foster homes almost all my life, so how come nobody wanted me?” you expand the question.

“maybe they knew that we’d want you” marc speaks up, surprising you.

“they were idiots, but we’re glad you didn’t get adopted. if that sounds right, you know what i mean” he explains further and you snort.

“i didn’t think i was that bad as a kid” you tell them.

“you’re still a kid” marc reminds you and you scoff.

“am not”

“are too”

“am not”

“are too-“

“shut up, knobhead” steven directs it at marc and you chuckle.

“yeah shut up” you add on.

“you too, y/n” steven adds even further and you make a face.

you lean back into the couch and pull your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of one of them.

“are you cold?” steven asks and you nod, feeling him get up off the couch and shuffle stuff around in his closet.

you bring your head up when stevens back with one of his barely used sweaters in his arms.

“would you like to use this?” he asks and you nod, making grabby hands towards it.

steven chuckles and tosses it onto you, so that completely passed your hands and lands on your head.

you yank it off you and pat down your hair, it being a bit static-y.

steven comes and sits back down next to you, while you slide the sweater over your head.

once it was completely on, you leaned to the side so that your head was on stevens shoulder.

“is the medicine helping?” he asks you and you nod.

“that’s good” he says to himself. “are you tired?” another nod.

“get back to sleep, kid” marc speaks up, and you nod again tiredly, letting steven move you so that your laying your head in his lap.

marc and jake just observe as steven runs his fingers lightly through your hair, while you work on trying to fall asleep.

which happens pretty quick because of the medicine and the calming sensation of steven playing with your hair.

you were also very comfortable at the moment. stevens sweater was fairly large compared to your own, which was comforting since it felt like they were all just hugging you as you lay there.

“i’m glad she’s back” jake says almost right after you were asleep.

he could tell you were asleep by the way your breathing slowed and you unconsciously leaned deeper into steven, and also clutching his sweater in your hands.

“yeah, we are too” marc speaks for himself and steven.

~~~

steven didn’t mind letting you sleep on him for the hour that you did.

he found it calming after you’d been away for a while.

you eventually stirred awake, right around the time steven would make dinner.

although the three had switched a couple times to be closer to you, steven ended up being the one fronting when you woke up.

“feel better?” jake asks and you groggily nod as you sit up, now leaning against stevens arm.

he chuckles and taps your shoulder the best he can.

“you have to get up darling, i have to make supper” he tells you and you nod, sitting up completely and taking in a few deep breaths.

“i’ve decided that i’ll just make your favorite for you. as a ‘welcome back’” you both chuckle at his statement.

“if you want, you can set the table when you wake up completely” he tells you and you nod, and stretch as he gets up and goes to the kitchen.

~~~

you did end up setting the table, after you completely woke up of course.

you were both eating dinner now, just chatting about whatever.

“so who kissed first, you or casper?” steven asks calmly and you almost choke on your food.

“i’m not answering that” you say, taking a sip of your juice that steven had for you in his fridge.

“aw come on” he teases. “it’s cute”

“no it’s not” you cough, trying to get him to drop it.

“okay fine” he says and you let out a sigh of relief.

“thank god” you hear marc groan, making you chuckle.

“why do you even want to know so bad?” you ask out of genuine curiosity.

“because he’s a lip virgin, so he’s curious about what it’s like” marc answers for him and steven gives him an offended look.

“hey- i’m not.. i’m not a lip virgin” he cringes while you try your best to ignore both of them.

“yes you are”

steven stays quiet after that, deciding not to fuel the fire.

you’re surprised you hadn’t lost your appetite.

~~~

the night went by fast, you and steven cleaned up and now you were on the verge of passing out again, this time scrolling on tik tok while laying with steven in the bed.

“if you’re tired, you should turn that off” he advises and you reluctantly do as he said, tossing the phone to the ceiling and sticking it there with webs.

“don’t worry, it won’t fall” you say tiredly, while steven eyes it wearily.

“if you say so” he mutters, bringing you closer to him.

you wrap an arm around stevens chest, while your head rested in between his chin and his collarbone, and it was still comfortable for both of you.

“goodnight, kid” marc says and you just hum, already almost asleep again.

the three guys just engage in quiet conversation as well, until they all got tired too.

it was almost 11 when you fell asleep, and almost 12 when they did.

and you all stayed asleep, right?

~~~

wrong.

you woke up at two in the morning because you were bored.

well, that and your stomach hurt really bad. like someone was stabbing you.

you looked at web md on stevens phone and diagnosed yourself with stomach cramps.

so you carefully peeled yourself off steven to go get your bag that was discarded on the floor.

you reached into it and grabbed the legos you bought, the original purpose being a peace offering.

but now you were bored and awake so why not just build it on the coffee table.

and it would’ve all gone according to plan if steven hadn’t woken up.

“what on gods green earth are you doing?” he asks quietly, yet you still jump.

you stare at him for a second. “legos” is what you answer with and steven sits next you on the floor.

you were in a special position on the floor, for it made the nausea go away.

he picks up the box, and squints at the words to read it correctly.

“death star, huh?” he asks and you nod.

“3,803 pieces” you smile at him while he smiles back and gets up to get his glasses.

you know, because he’s a senior citizen.

he sits back down next to you, and you slide over the instructions, which were already about a third of the way done, so that he could see them.

“how’d you get this done so fast- how long have you been up?” he asks concerned.

you sheepishly smile at him and click more pieces into place.

“like a half hour” you say and he gives you a look from over the edge of his glasses.

“you need sleep” he tells you.

“so do you, grandpa” you deadpan and he smacks you in the arm lightly.

“what happened to you calling us ‘dad’?” he asks and you stop building the legos for a moment.

you don’t answer and just keep building them.

“don’t be embarrassed” steven continues and you sigh.

“i just.. i do see you guys as.. as my dads but it just- i’m not ready yet” you explain the best you can.

“that’s alright” steven assures you and you smile.

“you said ‘yet’, so that’s all that matters” he chuckles and you so the same.

steven debated on asking you a certain question, but decided against it to give you more time.

you guys built a lego death star until a bit past three in the morning.

you went back to bed after you were done, and slept in of course, but you couldn’t have been happier.

your weird sickness came and went as it pleased, certain abilities dialing up to more than eleven at certain moments.

but it was fine, because you had steven, jake, and marc.

and sometimes khonshu.

your dads and your angry grandpa.

your family.

~~~

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