#off the marshmallow stick and into the campfire

[awanderingmuse-fandom]

Off The Marshamallow Stick and Into the Campfire

Chapter 38

Fandom: Outer Wilds

Summary: The light of the exploding singularity is brighter than anything Obsidian has ever imagined. Breathtaking as a spark of hope when they thought everything was lost. Obsidian would know, they’d worn that feeling like a  second skin, loop, after loop, after loop. The feeling still holds them even as pure light, pure possibility, consumes them. Then, nothing. 

Obsidian wakes up…

Rating: Teen

Warnings:  Major Character Death, severe injury, trauma, Existentialism, aftermath of trauma, alcohol use, references to suicide, mentions of substance abuse

Characters: Player Character (Obsidian), Gabbro, Hal, Gossan, Marl, Gneiss, Chert, Hornfels, Riebeck, Slate, Esker, Feldspar, Porphy, Rutile, Micha

Tags: Aftermath of the End of The Universe, Cannon Continuation, Gabbro didn’t just sit on Giant’s Deep the whole time, Player Character and Gabbro are friends, Science Compels Us to Explore the Multiverse, everyone lives kinda, things I wish the game let happen, liberties taken with in game timeliness and mechanics for easier write-a-bility, physics, metaphysics, fluff, hurt comfort, slice of life, Multiple POV, Tragedy, Character Death, Echoes of Eye Spoilers, Suicide Attempt, Adventure, Substance Abuse, No Beta We Die Like the Universe, A Bit of Prose for Flavor, All the writers and artists in this Fandom are amazing and y'all gave me brain rot

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Gabbro sighs and quietly climb out of their hammock careful not to disturb Obsidian. If they're just going to lie here they should go check on Pye. She would be awake. Her poor sleep schedule rivals Gabbro and Obsidian's, though no one is quite sure if that's just normal for a Nomai. Perhaps Gabbro should ask. They grab the translator tool on their way out of the little camp they and Obsidian share in place of a proper cabin. Even though they are planning to visit Pye they walk in the direction of Slate's workshop first. A little pine bark tea will wake them up enough to keep up with the brilliant Nomai.

[wildfiig]

┆ rafe becomes a medic when you hurt yourself camping ✶

.ᐟ cw: fluff! small mentions of blood/being hurt/a cut. just rafe being soft. .ᐟ notes: thought i was overdue for a bit of fluff amongst all the angst...

you don’t mean to slip.

you’re just walking down to the creek with him, barefoot, stupid, laughing at something he said that wasn’t even funny, and the branch catches your shin so fast you don’t even register it until your leg is warm.

"shit," you breathe, blinking down at it. the gash isn’t huge, but it’s messy. red and dripping.

rafe turns around at the exact second your laugh drops out of your mouth. "what happened?" he’s already by your side, hand curled under your elbow like you might collapse. you don’t. you just sit down in the damp grass and press your fingers to the blood.

he kneels beside you, eyes flicking between your face and the cut. "you okay?"

"it’s nothing." but you wince, and that gives you away. he makes a face.

"it’s not nothing."

he pulls his hoodie off and wraps it around you while you both walk back to the tent, his hand firm and warm on your waist the whole time, like you might float away if he lets go. he keeps glancing down at you, jaw clenched like he's mad at the ground for hurting you. like he’d punch the dirt if it meant you wouldn’t be in pain.

"you should’ve worn shoes," he mutters, but it’s not mean. it’s soft, like he’s trying not to cry about it.

you sit on the cooler while he rifles through the first-aid kit that neither of you packed, it was just already in the tent when you borrowed it from topper. rafe finds gauze and alcohol wipes. he settles in front of you on his knees, like he’s praying.

"this is gonna sting," he says, but there’s a softness to his voice now. something quiet and heavy.

you nod. he presses the wipe to your shin and you hiss, grabbing his shoulder with more force than you mean to.

"shit— sorry," he mumbles. his eyes flick up to yours, something small and guilty and real in them. "almost done."

and he is. careful. focused. gentle in a way that’s stupid for a guy with bloody knuckles and a temper like his.

he wraps the bandage around you with shaking fingers, and when he’s done, he presses a little kiss to it. then looks up at you like he didn’t mean to.

"sorry," he says again.

"don’t be."

the sun dips under the trees, soft orange flooding the sky, and you both crawl out and sit on the plaid blanket he laid out earlier. the fire is still going. weak and glowing. he passes you a half-scorched marshmallow on a stick and grins when it sticks to your lip.

"you look a mess," he says, but he’s staring at you like you hung the stars.

"you like it," you mumble back, mouth full of chocolate.

he doesn’t deny it.

you’re curled into him, hoodie draped over your shoulders, sock on one foot and a bandaid on the other. his arms loop around you like he’s keeping you from shattering.

he leans down and presses his mouth to your temple, not saying anything. just a kiss, just heat. just that familiar smell of campfire and sweat and boy.

"it’s weird," he says suddenly. "being out here with you. feels like i can breathe better."

"you can’t breathe around me normally?"

he shrugs. "not when you’re wearing that tiny tank top."

you smack his chest, but he catches your hand and kisses your knuckles. his mouth is warm, soft like it shouldn’t be. like it has no right being this gentle.

you speak first. "you always take care of me."

"you let me," he says.

you smile, chewing your smore, head pressed to his chest where you can feel his heartbeat. steady. grounding.

he tells you about the time he went camping with ward when he was a kid, how he accidentally knocked their tent into a river and cried for two hours until rose came to pick him up. he laughs through the story, but there’s an ache behind it that you feel settle under your skin.

he says he never really liked the woods until now.

"why now?"

he gives you a look like the answer is obvious. "you."

the night stretches long and low around the two of you. you roast another marshmallow even though you’re too full to eat it. he feeds it to you anyway. there’s ash on your hands and dirt on your calves and the fire is nothing but embers, and still, you feel like you could stay right here forever.

he lays on his back, staring up at the stars, and you lay beside him. his pinky finds yours and hooks around it. not possessive, just connected. like a string.

"i think i’d live in a tent if it meant i got to fall asleep next to you every night," he says. like it’s funny. like it’s not the most serious thing you’ve ever heard him say.

"you’d miss your memory foam mattress."

"nah. i’d figure it out. maybe we’d build one out of moss."

you laugh, roll toward him, tuck your head under his chin. his arms come around you like they always do. you’ve never said it out loud, but you know he knows.

later, when the fire’s died out and you’re half-asleep in the tent, curled up under his hoodie, he pulls you closer and whispers, "you scared me."

"it was just a cut."

"don’t care," he says, fingers drawing shapes across your hip. "you bleed, and it does something to me."

you don’t know what that means. but you like the sound of it.

he kisses the top of your head again, pulls the blanket higher over your bodies, and you fall asleep to the sound of the wind in the trees and rafe's soft breathing, your hands tangled somewhere in between.

and maybe, in the space between sleep and morning, you dream of a life where things are always this warm. always this safe.

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༉ dedicated to cami, who's most recent fic totally inspired me, ily ! ( @dearapril )

[juneberrie]

THOSE SUMMER NIGHTS ⋆.ೃ࿔*

word count: 0.1k || masterlist

summary: campfire w your girlfriend!! apollo!fem!reader

author's note: really short clarisse blurb for u gays guys

you shiver when a cold gust of wind blows against your back. you and clarisse are sitting on a log together, around the campfire. she has one arm around you and one holding two sticks with marshmallows over the fire.

"you cold, sunshine?" she asks. she adjusts her arm over you slightly, pulling you closer to her body.

"mhm," you hum.

"hold these," she say, handing you the sticks. you grab them, watching as she pulls her jacket off, revealing her tank top. her arms flex slightly as she drapes her jacket around your shoulders. she takes the sticks from you and puts her arm around you once again.

"won't you get cold?" you ask, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. despite your girlfriend's jacket keeping you warm, you could still feel the chill in the summer air.

"nah," she replied, kissing your head. "i'll be fine, babe."

you smile up at her, and she smiles back. "i love you," you say, reaching up to cup her face.

she rolled her eyes. "yeah, yeah, i love you too, sunshine," she mumbled, capturing your lips with hers.

[moonselune]

I have no idea if you will be able to do this in time

But can you throw some Halloween headcanons with all the bg3 main companions! <3

Babe the way I had to SEARCH for this ask in the sea of requests, but I was determined. So I am going to do a halloween scenario but moreso the bg3 companions reacting to you forcing them to dress up for halloween ;)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

BG3 Companions | Halloween

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

Karlach narrowed her eyes at you, arms crossed over her chest as she looked down at the costume you’d spent the last few nights putting together. You could tell she was holding back a smirk, but she was still being stubborn.

“A campfire?” she asked with exaggerated skepticism, raising one eyebrow. “Soldier, you want me to dress up as a campfire?”

“Yes!” you replied with enthusiasm, clutching the little bundle of accessories you’d made for her. “Look, it’s perfect for you! You’re warm, you bring everyone together, you light up every room you’re in—and, let’s face it, you’ve got literal flames licking off your skin when you get excited.” You held up the marshmallow sticks you’d crafted. “It’ll be fun! Kids will love it!”

She kept her arms crossed but looked intrigued despite herself, glancing down at the costume pieces in your hands. You could see her hesitation melting bit by bit.

“C’mon, please?” you added, giving her a soft smile. “I swear it’ll be worth it. I’ll even do all the cleanup afterward. And… I’ll owe you for this,” you promised, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

Karlach let out a dramatic sigh, letting you take that as a small victory.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she said, shaking her head, but she finally relented, holding out her arms for you to start putting the costume together.

You beamed and set to work. The base of the costume was a simple brown wrap to resemble logs, snugly wrapped around her waist. Over her shoulders, you draped a soft, red cloak with fire resistant felt flames that flickered and shimmered with the charms you’d enchanted to give her natural flames an extra glow. You attached more flames around her wrists and ankles, creating the effect of a warm, roaring campfire with her at the center. She rolled her eyes when you added the final touches—two wooden sticks with marshmallows glued onto them—but her lips twitched up in a reluctant smile.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, hands on her hips as she looked from side to side, assessing your work.

“Alright, alright,” she admitted with a smile finally breaking through. “Guess I do look kinda… cozy.”

The kids were already gathering by the time you led her to the village, their eyes wide as they spotted Karlach’s flaming costume from a distance. A little crowd started to form, kids cheering and jumping around as they spotted the 'campfire lady'. Karlach’s surprise melted into delight as she held out the marshmallow sticks, laughing as the kids shyly took turns roasting their treats on her flaming hands.

“Whoa, you’re really warm!” one of them gasped, his marshmallow turning golden as he held it close to her hand. Karlach laughed, patting him gently on the shoulder.

“Just wait ‘til you see it when it’s really glowing,” she whispered playfully, letting the flames on her skin flicker up just a bit higher. The kids gasped and cheered, completely in awe of her. One by one, she helped them roast marshmallows to perfection, giving tips on how to achieve the perfect golden brown.

You stayed nearby, watching with a smile as Karlach lit up the entire square, her laughter carrying over the joyful chatter of the crowd around her. She looked down at you, and the affection in her eyes was almost as warm as her flames.

“You win,” she murmured when she finally got a moment with you. “Look at their little faces… they’re eating it up.”

“Told you it was perfect,” you replied, squeezing her hand gently. “Look how happy they are because of you.”

Karlach’s smile softened, and she glanced back at the group of kids eagerly taking turns roasting their treats, some even asking for a second or third marshmallow just to keep the fun going. She was practically glowing now, in every sense of the word.

As the night wound down, her costume had become a sticky mess of marshmallow smudges and crumbs, and her cheeks were sore from hours of smiling. But you could tell she was basking in the warmth of it all—the happiness, the laughter, the looks of awe and wonder from the kids who’d never seen anything like her. She was still chuckling as she helped hand out the last of the marshmallows, patting one of the kids gently on the back as he ran off, marshmallow goo on his face.

Once the square emptied out, Karlach sighed contentedly, her flames flickering down as she took a moment to breathe. She looked over at you, a mixture of gratitude and affection in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, squeezing your hand and pulling you in for a hug. “This was… just the best. They loved it.”

You leaned into her embrace, resting your head against her shoulder.

“Anything for you,” you replied softly. “And hey, I always knew you’d make a perfect campfire.”

She chuckled, ruffling your hair as she kissed the top of your head. “Guess you’re right,” she murmured.

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

“Absolutely not,” Minthara stated firmly, crossing her arms as she eyed the displacer beast costume you held up.

“Come on, my love,” you coaxed, stepping closer with a grin. “It’s perfect. Even you’ve said you have feline instincts! Just… imagine prowling around like a creature of the night.” You wiggled the tail in front of her, hoping the flickering, eerie lights of the little village might inspire her to humor you.

She narrowed her eyes, clearly unamused by your pitch, though her lips twitched in a way that suggested she might find it a little funny.

“I will not be reduced to childish imitations,” she spat, looking at the sleek, dark-furred costume in disdain. “And I won’t wear it.”

“Oh really?” you challenged, smiling deviously as you watched her flick her gaze from you to the costume and back again. “Because I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

Her eyebrows shot up, but she barely had a chance to react as you launched yourself at her, pressing her backward and shoving the soft, padded costume onto her shoulders. She let out a startled yelp, trying to shake you off as you shoved her arms into the sleeves and wrestled the hood over her head.

“Oh, for the love of the gods!” Minthara barked, half-heartedly pushing at you as you pulled the furry ears into place. “I swear, I will make you pay for this.”

Once she was securely wrapped up in the costume—whiskers, padded tail, and all—you stepped back to take in the sight. The sleek black fabric hugged her form, with the twin displacer beast tentacles curling over her shoulders and around her waist, giving her an undeniably mischievous look. She was, in short, perfectly suited to it, with her sharp eyes peeking out from beneath the hood.

“Touch it, and you won’t see the bed for a week,” you said sharply, stopping her just as she was about to rip the hood off.

Minthara froze, her fingers twitching as her gaze shot to you, then narrowed into a glare. “You would not dare.”

“Oh, I would,” you replied coolly. “So, you can keep it on, or you can test me.” You raised an eyebrow, holding her gaze with steady determination.

For a long moment, she merely glowered at you, clearly weighing her options. Finally, with a loud, frustrated sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and adjusted her grip on the costume’s tail.

“Fine,” she growled. “But if any sticky little goblin-child comes near me, I’m dropkicking them into the next village.”

You grinned, throwing an arm around her waist as you pulled her toward the village square. “Deal.”

The festive lights and happy chatter of the town greeted you both as you arrived, with children and adults alike laughing, running from house to house for treats. You walked with Minthara through the little streets, watching her scan every corner as if searching for an ambush—and giving a barely audible growl every time someone giggled or whispered about her costume.

At one point, you turned to compliment a young child on their ghost costume, only to feel Minthara pull away from you. When you turned back, you were met with an amusing sight: Minthara, surrounded by a swarm of wide-eyed children, all grinning up at her with excitement.

“Wow! Are you a real displacer beast?” one kid asked, eyes round with awe.

“By the Underdark no,” she muttered, jaw clenched as the small army of sticky fingers approached her. She shot you a panicked, murderous look as a tiny hand tugged on one of the tentacles.

You bit back laughter, taking a few steps closer and whispering to the crowd with increased urgency as Minthara prepared to raise her leg,“Hey, I hear there’s a house down the street giving out massive chocolate bars! Biggest ones in the village!”

In an instant, the kids cheered and bolted off, racing toward the promise of candy and leaving Minthara in blessed silence once again.

As they vanished into the night, Minthara took a deep, steadying breath, muttering something under her breath about “never doing this again” and “cursed mortal children.” But as you wrapped your arm around her shoulders once more, you felt her hand slip into yours, her grip surprisingly gentle.

“You did great,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “And I think that’s the most fun you’ve had in a long time.”

Minthara huffed, but she couldn’t hide the small, begrudging smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

Lae'zel crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at you with a steely gaze that dared you to even try.

"Under no circumstances," she intoned firmly, "am I dressing up as a frog. It is disgraceful."

“Oh, come on, Lae’zel,” you pleaded, holding up the frog costume with hopeful eyes. “Just this once, for me?”

She scoffed, looking as though the very idea of her in a giant frog suit might singlehandedly ruin her reputation among all Githyanki.

"You expect a warrior, Prince Orpheus' comet, to be reduced to… this?” She waved her hand dismissively at the costume, shaking her head in disgust. “No.”

“But think about it,” you said, your voice lilting, knowing you had to play this one carefully. “The kids would love it. It’s Hallow’s Eve! Everyone’s supposed to dress up as something a little fun.”

Lae’zel’s expression didn’t budge, her jaw set as she shook her head, staring you down as if daring you to continue. “I have no use for human frivolities. I won’t degrade myself.”

You pulled out the big guns, stepping closer and widening your eyes, letting your lip quiver just a little. “Please?”

Her expression faltered, only slightly.

“That,” she said slowly, “will not work on me. I am Githyanki. We do not bow to… emotional manipulations.”

You let a single tear slide down your cheek, adding a sniff for good measure.

She blinked, visibly thrown, and as much as she tried to maintain her composure, her brow furrowed just the slightest bit in concern. “Stop that. This tactic is beneath you.”

“Oh,” you sighed dramatically, looking down at the frog suit with a crestfallen expression. “I just thought… I thought it’d be cute to see you dressed up with everyone. But I understand,” you murmured, holding the costume close to you as if it was your crushed hopes and dreams.

She groaned, something she did not often do, and before she could stop herself, she muttered, “Fine. But I will wield my sword.”

Fifteen minutes later, Lae’zel emerged, reluctantly pulling on the last piece of her frog costume, looking very much the part of an amphibian warrior—frog head, billowing frog suit, and all, though her stern expression and tightly gripped longsword made her look anything but harmless.

You grinned widely, knowing that getting her to dress up had been worth the effort.

“You look amazing,” you said, trying not to laugh. “Really fierce.”

She glared at you, her nostrils flaring slightly, but she couldn’t entirely hide her intrigue when you pointed to a group of children gathered nearby, staring in awe.

“They look scared,” she noted, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

“You’re a frog warrior, Lae’zel! Of course, they’re a little intimidated. But they’ll love you.” And before she could protest further, you gently nudged her toward the kids.

She turned, moving with that same fierce stance, and the children’s eyes widened as she approached, frog-headed and sword-clad.

“Kneel before me, tiny humans,” she commanded, her voice booming.

The kids squealed in delight and mock terror, darting back a few steps before returning, emboldened, their eyes shining as they circled her. Lae’zel raised her sword with a mock-threatening gesture, and they scattered again, laughing.

You watched her as she continued, enjoying herself more than you’d ever seen. She even leaned down to growl at a particularly bold child who tugged on her frog hood. As the children ran off to continue their candy hunt, she glanced back at you with a rare grin.

“Perhaps this is not such a pointless human tradition after all,” she said, lifting her chin proudly.

You laughed, wrapping an arm around her. “Told you it’d be fun.”

With a satisfied nod, she squeezed your shoulder. “For you,” she muttered, “I may tolerate more… indulgences.”

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

Convincing Shadowheart to wear a Halloween costume was proving more difficult than you expected.

"Absolutely not," she said, crossing her arms and giving you a firm, albeit playful, glare. "I am a cleric—not a witch." She added that last word with the distaste of someone who’d just bitten into something sour. “In fact, I hate witches. They’re insidious manipulators, and my faith has been muddled enough.”

“But look,” you said, holding up the sleek black witch’s hat and the carefully layered robes with stitched arcane symbols and starry patches. “It’s not a real witch outfit; it’s just for fun! You’d be my witch, and I’d be your little black cat.” You dangled a set of matching costumes with a playful grin.

She eyed the ensemble, a skeptical frown on her lips. “No,” she said, looking away but unable to hide the faint smile that twitched at the corners of her mouth. “Absolutely not.”

You sighed, dramatically bringing a hand to your chest. “You’d look amazing, Shadowheart, all mystical and dark and mysterious. Besides, you can do whatever you want with me for a whole week if you wear it.”

At this, her eyebrows rose. The idea had clearly sparked something.

“Anything I want?” Her voice was all shadow and intrigue, her usual intensity turning mischievous.

You nodded, maintaining eye contact and trying not to grin. “Anything you want. All yours.”

She raised an eyebrow, mulling it over for only a second before taking the costume from your hands.

“Fine,” she said, her tone cool but her eyes glimmering. “But if I’m going to be a witch, I’m going to be the scariest one anyone’s ever seen.”

Once she was dressed, you put on your cat ears and tail, and you couldn’t help but stare. The dark robes flowed around her elegantly, and the hat sat tilted perfectly, lending her an air of dark enchantment that somehow made her even more striking.

“You know,” you said, giving her an appreciative once-over, “I was right. You do look amazing.”

She laughed softly, casting her hand toward you in mock threat, almost as if she were casting a spell.

“You’ve barely seen anything yet,” she said with a smirk, clearly enjoying herself now. “So are you my little black cat or not?”

You purred playfully in response, much to her amusement, and then surprised her with a whistle.

“What are you doing?” she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

Just then, Scratch came bounding over, tail wagging, with tiny bat wings strapped to his back. Shadowheart’s face softened immediately as she took in the sight of him, her usual stoic demeanor melting.

“Oh,” she whispered, genuinely moved. “Look at him. He’s… precious.”

Scratch barked, looking between you two as though awaiting approval for his costume. She crouched down, stroking his head and adjusting his bat wings gently.

“Well, aren’t you just the most terrifying little creature?” she cooed, her eyes twinkling with rare, unguarded warmth.

“You almost died from the cuteness just now, didn’t you?” you teased, leaning in beside her as she scratched Scratch’s ears.

She gave you a playful glare, the warmth never leaving her face. “Maybe. But if you tell anyone that, your week of servitude will be much more demanding.”

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Jaheira:

Convincing Jaheira to dress up for Hallows Eve took every ounce of charm and determination you possessed. She gave you an unimpressed look the first time you suggested it, her arms crossed as she tried to resist even the hint of a smirk.

"I am far too old for this," she said, voice steady but with the faintest gleam of amusement in her eyes.

"But you’re never too old to be the fiercest dragon in Faerûn," you replied, holding up the costume with a hopeful smile. It was more elegant than over-the-top—a deep green cloak, trimmed with silver threads and sewn to look like scales in some parts, with shoulder pieces that bore subtle, dragon-like wings. The cloak even had a hood lined with intricate, subtle horns.

Jaheira raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed as she examined the costume in your hands.

“You want me to dress as a dragon?” she said, giving you a half-smile. "Just because I am fierce does not mean I wish to look like a… large, scaly lizard."

“Not just any dragon," you said, "but the most fearsome one that guards a priceless horde.” You gestured to yourself, draped in layers of golden fabrics and glittering chains, glimmering bracelets, and rings on nearly every finger. Each piece shone and reflected the light like freshly minted coins. “See? I’m your horde. Your treasure.”

Jaheira’s lips curved into a reluctant smile, and she shook her head with a bemused sigh.

“You’re insufferable,” she murmured, and reached for the costume, the softest of chuckles escaping her lips.

You watched as she draped the cloak over her shoulders, fastening it with an elegant clasp at her collarbone. The fabric rippled like scales as she moved, accentuating the already powerful presence she carried. As she lifted the hood, a subtle yet enchanting transformation took place—suddenly, she wasn’t just Jaheira anymore. She was your fierce dragon, mysterious and mighty, with her eyes glinting like a true creature of legend.

When she turned to look at you, her smile was edged with a bit of playful danger.

“Well, how do I look?” she asked, voice low and almost teasing, as though she already knew the answer.

“Like you were born for this,” you said, unable to hide the awe in your voice. “It’s perfect.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, caught up in a silence that buzzed with something neither of you wanted to name just yet. Slowly, Jaheira’s fingers reached out to toy with the golden necklace resting on your collarbone. Her eyes roved over the glinting pieces, taking in how they draped against your skin and the way they caught the light.

“My horde,” she murmured with a half-smile, fingers trailing down to the bracelets on your wrist. “Fitting.”

You could see the tension fading from her shoulders, the amusement warming her eyes.

“So… shall we go scare the town as the most fearsome dragon and their horde?” you asked, barely able to keep from leaning in closer. Jaheira paused, her fingers still tracing the edges of your jewelry. She gave you a smile, this time softer, more private.

“Perhaps we should stay here instead,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, her tone laced with affection.

Your hand moved to her waist, fingers slipping under the edge of the cloak as she drew you closer. Her lips found yours in a kiss that was more intense than you’d expected, her touch gentle yet commanding, like the steady, powerful confidence she carried herself with. The night you’d planned on spending out quickly became one spent in each other's arms, with her "horde" all too willing to be claimed by the dragon’s fierce, undivided attention.

It wasn’t long before the costumes were discarded, a trail of glittering gold left across the floor. And though you never left the door that night, it was a Hallows Eve neither of you would soon forget.

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Gale:

Convincing Gale to dress up for Hallows Eve took some careful nudging, but once he was finally on board, you couldn’t resist suggesting a costume idea that had you giggling before you even explained it to him.

"A zombie? Really?" he asked, folding his arms in mock disappointment, though there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Of all the magical beings and creatures of wonder in Faerûn, you’d pick something so… single-mindedly undead?"

You stifled another laugh, the logic too ridiculous to resist sharing.

“But Gale,” you said, putting on your most serious face, “you’re a wizard, right?”

“Yes, last I checked,” he replied with a smirk, leaning forward to humor you. "I was fairly certain my profession was clear."

“And wizards have a certain… thirst for knowledge, don’t they?” you continued, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

“Indeed. In some cases, it can be quite insatiable,” he replied, genuinely intrigued now but slightly wary, as if sensing a twist in the logic you were spinning.

You bit back a grin, leaning in closer. “And where is knowledge kept, my dear wizard?”

Gale’s brow furrowed, and he answered slowly, “…in the brain?”

“Exactly! And what do zombies love?” you asked, finally breaking into a fit of giggles as he let out a groan.

“Brains,” he said, the realization hitting him with both exasperation and amusement. "Oh, that’s… it’s dreadful. You’ve managed to connect wizards and zombies on a deeper level than I’d care to admit."

You couldn’t stop laughing, enjoying every second of his feigned outrage, especially with the way his cheeks flushed as he tried to hide his smile. “Come on, Gale! It’s perfect, really. You’re already driven by a pursuit for knowledge, and zombies just… have a more basic approach to that pursuit.”

“Yes, basic indeed,” he muttered with a sigh, shaking his head. But the grin was there, and you could see that he was secretly pleased by your reasoning, despite his protests. “Alright,” he conceded, rolling his eyes with a touch of dramatic flair, “I’ll do it. For the sake of your delightful, albeit tenuous, reasoning. But don’t expect me to groan and stumble like a true zombie. I’ll bring a touch of wizardly sophistication to the role.”

With a gleam of excitement, you began applying some light makeup to him, smudging dark shadow around his eyes, hollowing out his cheeks a little to give him that authentic "undead scholar" look. He humored you as you mussed his hair and added a few streaks of pale gray to mimic age, decay, or perhaps an “undead wizard” who’d spent too many sleepless nights with his spellbooks.

“There, perfect,” you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “You’re like a zombie who rose from the grave just to keep researching.”

Gale examined himself in the mirror, shaking his head with mock dismay.

“I look… disturbingly convincing,” he admitted. “My own brilliance, tragically reduced to a brain-hungry husk. Who would’ve thought?” His eyes sparkled with affection as he turned back to you. "Only you would be able to charm me into such a ridiculous costume, you know."

You grinned, brushing a hand down his tattered robes. “And you look perfect. Just the right balance of terrifying and brainy.”

With the finishing touches done, the two of you made your way to join the festivities in the village. Gale remained in character, delivering overly dramatic monologues about his unending 'hunger for knowledge' to anyone who’d listen, pausing now and then to compliment your costume and hold your hand.

It wasn’t long before you had to admit—seeing Gale, the ever-serious wizard, play the part of a hungry zombie all for your sake was nothing short of adorable. And even Gale, in his begrudging way, had to admit he was rather enjoying himself, especially when he saw how happy it made you.

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Astarion:

Convincing Astarion to think outside the box for Hallows Eve had proved to be a herculean task. As soon as you mentioned costumes, he’d declared, "I’ll go as a vampire, obviously. Dark, seductive, the very spirit of mystery and allure. What else could possibly fit me better?"

“Exactly, Astarion,” you’d replied, stifling a grin, “you are a vampire. You need something different for Hallows Eve, something unexpected.”

He sighed dramatically, reclining with his hands laced behind his head, grumbling as he eyed you in amusement. “Fine, fine, but it better be something worthy of my looks. And what about you? I’ve got plenty of ideas, you know.”

“Oh, do you?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

He flashed his wicked smile. “Of course. Let’s see… Sexy Sorceress? Sexy Demon? Ooh—Sexy Darkling would suit you perfectly. I’d even consider it a personal favor if you leaned into that one.” His tone was so sincere that it took a few beats before you realized he was utterly teasing, and you had to laugh, swatting at his arm.

“No. You’re the one we’re dressing up today,” you insisted, rolling your eyes. For the better part of the afternoon, you raided chests, examined cloaks, and threw around ideas that Astarion batted down faster than you could conjure up new ones.

As he tossed yet another cloak aside, you had a sudden flash of inspiration.

“…An angel,” you murmured, half to yourself. Astarion’s eyebrow rose, a skeptical look in his eyes as he scoffed.

“An angel?” He chuckled, leaning forward as he looked you up and down. “Is this another one of your schemes to get me into something ridiculous?”

“No, Astarion, listen,” you said, your eyes bright. “You’re the one who always describes this life you were robbed of—the choices taken from you, the light that was snuffed out. You could have been anyone, done anything… Maybe even something truly beautiful. But Cazador stole that.” Your voice softened as you reached for his hand. “So, yes. An angel. For the grace and strength you deserve.”

For a moment, he stared at you, genuinely speechless, his smug smile slipping into something far more vulnerable. He swallowed hard, a rare flicker of uncertainty dancing across his face.

“An… angel,” he repeated quietly, his voice almost reverent. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your expression tender as you reached up, gently cupping his face. “Yes. You deserve it, Astarion.”

His eyes glistened, a touch of softness shining through his usual guarded expression. He let out a disbelieving huff, though the hint of a smile broke through.

“Damn you,” he whispered, his voice choked. “Only you could make such a ridiculous idea sound…”

“Perfect?” you teased softly, a playful gleam in your eye. His laugh was soft, almost self-conscious, as he held onto your hands.

“Yes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Perfect.”

You spent the next hour piecing together the outfit: an immaculate white tunic with golden accents, a radiant pair of ethereal wings you managed to string together with illusion magic, and even a soft golden circlet to frame his curls. He watched you fuss over each detail, looking at you with a warmth that was rarely seen. The finishing touch was a faint dusting of golden powder along his cheeks, giving him a soft, celestial glow.

When you finally stepped back to admire him, the sight of him took your breath away. Astarion, the vampire, dressed as an angel, a being of light and grace, standing before you with quiet awe.

“You… you look beautiful,” you said softly, almost reverently.

For a moment, Astarion said nothing, just took your hands, holding them as though grounding himself. When he finally spoke, his voice was filled with a gratitude he rarely showed.

“I can’t believe you’d see me like this,” he whispered, looking down as his thumbs brushed over your knuckles. "After everything."

You smiled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You don’t need to believe it. I’ll believe it enough for both of us.”

He held your gaze for a long moment, a slow, grateful smile spreading across his face. And in that instant, it was as if the weight of all he’d endured softened, even if just a little, by your love and belief in him.

“Now,” you said with a grin, finally breaking the charged silence, “about that Sexy Darkling costume—”

“Oh, darling,” he smirked, his usual charm back in full force, “Have I told you how much I love you?"

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Wyll:

The plan had sounded so simple when you first proposed it to Wyll: a costume for Hallows Eve, something playful and lighthearted, a chance to see him let loose and have fun. Wyll, ever the gentleman and ever your romantic, had agreed instantly, his eyes lighting up as he imagined himself in an outfit befitting a knight or perhaps a dashing prince. "A hero from a fairytale,” he’d said with an easy smile, practically glowing with excitement.

You hadn’t had the heart to tell him right away that you had something a bit… softer in mind.

“A ram?” he’d said, blinking in polite confusion when you finally explained, taking in your expression with a hopeful, albeit slightly uncertain smile. “As in, horns, wool, and… hooves?”

“Well, yes,” you replied, giving him a sweet smile and lightly tracing his curved horns. “Just think how cute you’d look! You already have the horns to make it work! And besides, I promised the kids that they could be part of your herd. You’d be leading them around as their grand, fluffy ram!”

Wyll looked at you, mouth slightly open, clearly battling an internal struggle.

“So… you want me to be… their flock leader?” His tone was diplomatic, but his face said he was clearly trying to figure out an escape route.

“Oh, please, Wyll?” you pouted, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, complete with a dramatic little sigh. “It would mean so much to me. And the kids would be so disappointed if you said no. They’re so excited, and I was going to be your shepherd! Just imagine it: me with my shepherd’s staff and you as my sweet, cuddly ram.”

He let out a low groan, rubbing a hand over his face. “You know that I love you,” he said with a resigned sigh, though his eyes were filled with reluctant amusement. “And that is the only reason I’m doing this.”

Soon after, you presented him with a bundle of fluffy white fabric and a headband with cute, spiraled horns to go over his own. Wyll held up the costume with a look of pure disbelief.

“This is… quite the outfit,” he muttered, feeling the woolen fluff between his fingers with a rueful shake of his head. But there was warmth in his eyes when he looked back at you. “I suppose you won’t take no for an answer?”

“Not when you’ll look this adorable,” you teased, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Come on, the sooner you put it on, the sooner we can get out there and show everyone!”

With one last sigh, he started changing, grumbling good-naturedly under his breath the entire time. When he emerged, draped in the full, wooly monstrosity of the costume, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He was covered head to toe in the fluffy, bouncy material, with his horns peeking out just above his ears, and little painted hooves on his hands and feet.

“You… look incredible,” you managed to say, stifling another laugh. He sighed, though a smirk was already forming on his lips.

“Only because I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t,” he replied, crossing his arms. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“And you’re lucky I have such a good eye for costumes,” you countered, reaching up to adjust one of his horns. “Just wait until you see how much everyone loves it!”

With your shepherd’s staff in hand and Wyll reluctantly donning his oversized, fluffy ensemble, the two of you set out to the village. As you’d promised, the children were absolutely thrilled to see him, cheering and calling out his name as they ran up to pet the soft wool on his costume. They giggled and followed him around like a little flock, tugging on his ‘hooves’ and patting his fluffy sleeves.

Wyll sighed but gave you a resigned smile over the children’s heads, his eyes softened by the sight of their joy.

“You win,” he said quietly, his voice warm with affection. “I’ll admit it’s worth it for this.”

You just grinned, leaning into his shoulder as you watched the children play around him. “And here you thought you’d hate it,” you teased.

He chuckled, pulling you close with a light squeeze. “Don’t be so quick to assume. But next time, I’m going as a knight. Dashing hero. Deal?”

“Deal,” you replied with a smile, squeezing his hand and leading your very own ram back to his happy flock.

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Halsin:

Convincing Halsin to dress up as a bumblebee took a great deal of pleading, gentle nudging, and some carefully chosen words about certain late night activities, but after much persistence, he’d finally agreed, albeit with a few lingering doubts.

“You know I could just shift into one,” he’d grumbled, watching as you held up a tiny headband with wobbly antennae, complete with a pair of small, transparent wings.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you countered, barely containing your grin. “Besides, with the way you sneak into beehives for honey, consider this an homage to the bees you’ve ‘borrowed’ from all these years.”

That had made him pause, a flicker of reluctant amusement in his eyes, and with a resigned sigh, he finally took the costume from you, muttering something about how ridiculous he’d look. It took him a while to wrestle himself into the striped outfit—he was, after all, a towering druid with muscles to match, and the costume had certainly not been designed with his broad shoulders in mind. But when he finally emerged, you were struggling not to laugh.

This hulking figure of nature, all muscle and authority, stood in the doorway wearing a snug black-and-yellow striped shirt, tiny, flimsy wings that were far too small for his back, and a headband with wobbly antennae that looked especially ridiculous given his usual stoic, serene expression. Halsin gave you a look, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to say a word.

“Well?” he rumbled, crossing his arms. “Is this ridiculous enough for you, my heart?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you replied, struggling to keep a straight face. “I think it’s… adorable. Don’t you feel adorable?”

Halsin sighed, a deep rumble in his chest, but a smile was starting to pull at the corner of his mouth.

“Yes,” he smiled begrudgingly, his voice low and soft. “Yes, I suppose I do feel adorable.”

You stepped forward, cupping his face and planting a kiss on his lips, which softened his gruff expression as he chuckled. "That’s the spirit, my big, bumbling bee."

Just as he was getting used to the idea, you led him out to the Grove, where the surprise you’d prepared awaited. There, all the orphans of the Grove he cared for stood in a little cluster, each dressed as a tiny bee, buzzing and flapping their wings as they ran up to him.

One by one, they came over, reaching out to tug at his costume, laughing and running circles around him, calling out, “Look, Daddy Halsin, we’re just like you!”

Halsin’s stern expression melted completely as he looked at them, pride and warmth shining in his eyes. It suddenly made sense why you’d been so insistent on the costume. He knelt down, arms outstretched, and the children flocked to him, piling onto his lap and shoulders, each a little bee in their own right.

His gaze met yours, full of gratitude and affection. “You planned this, didn’t you?” he asked softly, his smile so tender it made your heart ache.

“I thought it might make tonight a little more memorable,” you said, watching as the children proudly showed off their costumes, making buzzing sounds and flapping their little wings.

Halsin chuckled deeply, pulling you in for another kiss, one arm wrapped around you and the other holding a little bee who clung to his shoulder. “I am surrounded by the sweetest hive I could ever ask for,” he murmured, glancing between you and the children.

You beamed at him, knowing that tonight would be a memory not just for the children, but for him as well—your big, bumblebee protector, with a heart as soft as honey.

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Okay so very cracky and probs a bit ooc but I just could not get this out of my head. Hope you guys enjoyed this and that you all have a very wonderful and safe halloween over the next few days ! - Seluney xox

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[rikosseen]

Taehoon Seong x Reader: Day trip

Anon request

Taehoon really thought that amongst the most annoying people he’s ever known, Hobin was unmatchable. However, as he’s sitting at the back of the van with you sleeping soundly on his shoulder, Dabin is mockingly making kissy faces while Minji is suppressing her giggles. Worse still, the dads are completely indifferent to the spectacle—in fact, they’re encouraging Dabin. And Taehoon swears he sees his own old man grinning like a monster.

Fuck.

What he wants to do more than anything right now, is to kick their smug faces. But he can’t really do that- with you next to him, and with how cramped it is.

Dabin is cackling at how Taehoon’s eyes are bulging out of his eye sockets, and she can’t help feeling amused when he stiffens as you stir in your sleep.

.

The campsite overlooks a valley of mountains, and in usual circumstances, the view would have been enough to relax just about anyone. That’s unfortunately not the case for Taehoon. Even on a day where he’s meant to be enjoying himself, the man can feel nothing but irritation and anger. Why did he agree to tag along on this trip again? Who’s dumb ass thought this was a good idea?

Fuck. That’s right. You. You did.

Taehoon watches you in betrayal as Dabin and Minji get all up in your personal space, giggling about who knows what. You’re playfully slapping them, and pinching their cheeks, snickering along.

That should be me.

The girls are doing nothing to help. He’s the only one carrying wood. He’s the only one putting up the tents.

Lazy bastards. -Thoughts not directed toward you, of course.

As Taehoon slams the wood he’s been carrying on the ground, Dabin catches his eye, and a devilish smirk forms on her lips. She’s tugging you at the waist while putting up her middle finger. Couldn’t be you, she mouths.

And a vein pulses on Taehoon’s face. He brushes his hands, and begins stomping toward you three. When he reaches where you are, he slaps Dabin away from you, protectively pulling you by his side. Dabin, being the absolute unit that she is, shoves Taehoon aside, and takes your free arm. The two begin to banter, playing tug of war, and you swear your arm is about to rip off.

“How dare you push a woman?!” Dabin snaps.

“Equal rights, equal fights, bitch,” Taehoon sneers.

“You think you own them? Asshole”

“I didn’t say that, dipshit.”

“This shit’s never gonna happen. Me and them would make a better couple anyway,” Dabin is furiously grasping onto Taehoon’s expression like it’s her only source of entertainment.

��What the fuck did you say?”

Before they can continue arguing, Minji steps in to pull you away from the two.

“C’mon, stop riling him up,” she says, giving Dabin a disapproving look.

.

Later that night, as everyone gathers around the campfire to toast marshmallows, Taehoon finally musters the courage to step away and retrieve a small gift— one he’d been saving for all day, despite his nervousness that you might not like it. But when he returns, he finds his spot occupied with Dabin, who has her arm wrapped around you with a triumphant grin plastered on her face. And when she sees Taehoon approaching, she sticks her tongue out mockingly.

This bitch.

[atruewarrior]

Drabble challenge 2024 | Day 7: Marshmallow character: levi ackerman

When the marshmallows start turning a golden brown, everyone around the campfire whoas.

Sasha, Jean, and Connie are the first to approach Onyankopon. Their screams only get louder when they taste the confectionery.

Beside you, Levi clicks his tongue. "So easily impressed."

"But it's good." You bring the marshmallow you've been roasting to his mouth. "Here."

He's so startled his mind goes blank; instinctively his lips part, teeth sinking into the piece as he slides it off the stick.

Cheeks warm, he avoids your gaze, chewing slowly.

"Well?"

You're so close again. And so oblivious.

"Not bad," he mumbles.

[sea-lanterns]

FRIDAY THE 13TH

synopsis: (slasher! AU) the camp urban legend is real...?!

featuring: raiden ei

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, blood, violence, murder, gory descriptions of death, dru.gging, stalking, mentions of child death, mentions of drowning, slow burn, fing.ering, size kink, fondling, ni.pple play, rough se.x, marking, hickies, pwp, might be ooc.

art credits: chainsaw man

“Legend has it that a camper at Camp Crystal Lake drowned after a couple of counselors left their posts to go make out in their cabins. When the kid drowned, they said her vengeful spirit haunts Camp Crystal Lake, killing horny counselors who abandon their duties to act on their lust, and—”

“Oh shut up, that’s just an urban legend…!”

As your coworkers bickered over the hazy campfire, you speared another marshmallow onto your stick and started roasting the sugary confection in silence. It was the early days of June, cicadas buzzing in the distance as you and a few other adults were hired to work at Camp Crystal Lake as counselors. You were tasked with getting the camp ready before the next group of campers arrived next week, so the camp grounds were mostly empty with the exception of you and your colleagues.

“Hey, hey, you think the legend is real?” One of your friends nudged you, taking a bite out of her s’mores. “Do you think a ghost is really haunting the lake?”

“Of course not.” You chuckled softly, groaning when you saw your marshmallow catch on fire. “It’s probably just a story the owner told us so we don’t abandon our jobs. We’re here to watch the kids, remember? Not have sex with each other.”

“Oh, you’re no fun.” Another guy butts in, smirking and wrapping an arm around you. “The owner isn’t here tonight, so we could all have fun before he gets back.”

You made an annoyed expression when he touched you, slowly prying his arm off and giving him a scowl. “Hands off.” You say with a frown, threatening him to not touch you again.

“Geez, okay…okay…” he quickly retracts his hand, but that arrogant smile is back on his face. “No need to be so bitchy…”

If you could throw a machete at him, you would, but for now all you could do was seethe in silence as you wave your marshmallow around to extinguish the flame. “I think I’m gonna go take a shower,” you say before getting up. “If we stay out any longer, we’ll be drenched in rain. The weather forecast said there was a thunderstorm coming over the area.”

“Yeah yeah…” a lot of your colleagues waved you off and you sighed before packing up your things. No one really listened to what you had to say, and while it did bug you, you knew it would bite them in the ass later when their campfire gets rained on. You left the bustling group to head back to your old, rickety cabin. The camp has definitely seen better days, but you knew better than to complain. So long as you had electricity, some heating, and warm water, you were good to go. 

“Ugh…so sticky…” you mumbled to yourself as you scratched at a mosquito bite you had gotten while outside. The sweat and humidity of being out in the woods was starting to get to you, and you couldn’t wait to take a decent shower the moment you stepped into the bathroom. 

Slowly slipping out of your clothes, you played around with the water temperatures until it was at the perfect temperature for you to get in. As you did however, you began to hear the light pitter patter of rain outside, chuckling to yourself as you imagined the distraught faces of your coworkers yelling in annoyance. ‘That’ll teach ‘em…’ you thought to yourself, squirting some shampoo into your palm. ‘Maybe next time they’ll listen to me when I say it’s gonna rain.’

You heard the distraught screaming of your coworkers in the distance and sighed with the pleasure of knowing you were right. Combing your hands through your scalp, you hummed to yourself before a particularly loud lightning strike boomed across the camp, startling you a bit as it came so suddenly and knocked all the power out.

‘Bzzzt.’

“…Dammit.”

You let out a sigh and quickly washed your head clean before grabbing a towel to dry yourself off. No way in hell were you going to shower in pitch dark blackness. It’s dangerous and plus, you were a little creeped out with being naked and alone in the dark.

“I swear, this camp is on its last wire…” you groaned, fumbling around for some clothes and putting them on as best as you can. You wanted to make sure some of your colleagues were alright and pushed open the door to your main cabin. “Is everyone okay—”

Your eyes widened when you saw that no one else was in your cabin. Your roommates were nowhere to be seen, and you thought they had gone inside already due to the rain. 

“…What the.” You fumbled around towards your backpack and grabbed the spare flashlight you had in there for emergencies. “Guys? You aren’t back yet?”

You flipped the flashlight on and shone it across the room. There weren’t any traces of your roommates even making it back to the cabin. No wet footprints, no shoes by the door, nothing. “Are they seriously still out there?” You groaned, grabbing one of your raincoats and putting it on. “I swear, if I have to be the one to check the power box…”

You frowned and checked outside the window to see if you could find anyone coming back from the lake. When all you saw were the empty campgrounds however, you started getting a bit worried, wondering if something happened to your colleagues while camping out by the lake.

‘Oh god…did someone get injured?’ You couldn’t help but grow curious and swallow any fear you had left, opening the door to head outside, and see if everyone was alright. The air had gone from humid to wet, as your body was instantly pelted with summer rain that had you wincing slightly in disgust. You just showered, and the feeling of going out in humidity again made your skin crawl with discomfort.

“Just a quick check…and then I’ll go back inside…” Your flashlight helped you see through the dark as you made your way down to the campfire by the beach. The flame was long extinguished by the time you got down there, as the only thing left was rising smoke, and a dozen empty chairs.

“…Guys?” The sight of the empty chairs made your skin crawl, taking note of how everyone’s stuff was still left scattered about. “Oh my god…”

You felt goosebumps litter your arms as you slowly shone your flashlight over the shore. It was dead quiet save for your breathing, and you slowly walked closer to the campsite only to stop dead in your tracks.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to scream so bad you couldn’t believe what you saw was real. 

One of your coworkers was lying dead against the shore, her eyes wide open as blood seeped from a wound she acquired on her head. It was a deep, angry red gash that gushed so much blood you couldn’t even recognize her face, some of the rain sliding down her cheeks but unable to wash it fully. 

“Oh…god…” you covered your mouth to keep yourself from screaming. Every instinct in your body told you to cry for help, but knowing that there was an active danger on the campgrounds, you decided to keep silent and quickly hid behind a large bush to stay away from the open. 

‘Crap…crap…crap…’ you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to will away the traumatic sight of your dead colleague. The image of her lifeless eyes making your stomach churn with anxiety as you took heavy breaths to calm yourself down. ‘This isn’t real…this can’t be real…’

You took another quick glance at the body and cursed yourself for looking once again. Your chest hurt from the fear you felt at that very moment, and you decided you had to call the authorities to the camp right away.

Slowly getting up from your hiding spot, you carefully made your way over to the generator building to see if you could fix the power. Since the power was down, you were unable to call the authorities until it somehow came back up again. Unfortunately for you however, you had no time to wait, and had to go manually check it yourself in order to get help. 

‘Why is it always me…’ you winced, hurriedly making your way over to the generators and trying to be as stealthy as possible. After a long trek through the woods, you finally came across the generators’ building in the far back side of the camp, the door cracked open slightly and swaying back and forth in the breeze.

Your heart stopped when you saw that someone had managed to get in, and although the most logical assumption would be that one of your colleagues had gone in to fix the power, you were too scared to check as you wondered if the killer that murdered your friend was in there. ‘I don’t want to take any chances…’ you thought, quickly backing away from the building and deciding to head back to your cabin to barricade yourself in. 

Whatever is happening on camp grounds can be dealt with by the police. You had to get yourself somewhere safe, and although you could always try to run for it, the camp was over ten miles away from the nearest town, a distance you couldn’t possibly cover in the dead of night, under the rain, and only in your PJs…

“I just need to hide until morning…or at least until the rain stops…” you mutter to yourself, finding your way back to your cabin and locking it up once you are safe inside. You decided the best course of action would be to barricade all your furniture against the door and check the bathroom window to see if it was locked. Not wasting another second, you ran over to your dresser and pushed your body up against it, slowly pushing it against the door in hopes of providing a stable barricade.

‘Alright, that should be enough for now…’ you wiped the sweat off your brow and walked over to the bathroom door, twisting the knob to check if the windows were locked. 

“…What the.” The door didn’t budge as you tried to push the door open, something heavy preventing you from opening the door. “Why won’t you…move—!”

With a bang, you shoved the door open, only to let out a shriek of terror as the body of one of your roommates fell out and landed at your feet. Her head had a nasty gash emitting blood from it, and the smell of iron quickly filled your nostrils which caused you to hunch over in nausea. “Oh…oh my god—!” You immediately backed up away from the sight, only to have your back collide with the front of someone very large and very tall…

Upon feeling someone firm right behind you, your entire body froze as fear paralyzed your brain. You could feel it. Someone behind you, someone who was in your cabin the whole time, as you failed to check all closets for the possibility of someone hiding.

“…Crap.” You let out a small squeak and gasped when the person behind you wrapped a broad arm around your waist, encircling you like the prey you were, and making you feel weak and helpless under their grasp. “…Please don’t hurt me, I…I…”

Your eyes widened when you suddenly felt a wet rag cover your mouth, your throat letting out several muffled screams, as the smell of something foreign entered your nose and knocked you out.

The last thing you felt before you blacked, was the feeling of strong arms hoisting you up into the air, and draping you over someone’s broad shoulders…

You had no idea how much time had passed. Your head was throbbing, and your stomach was doing flips when you finally came to your senses. From what you could feel, you were on some mattress on the ground, located in some abandoned shed, as you realized you were somewhere not in your cabin…

Every inch of your body was sore from the chloroform, your senses all drugged up as you groggily looked around at your surroundings. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw a woman in the corner busy sharpening her machete, her back turned to you as she didn’t notice you waking up from your slumber. You had to get out of here, and if you could somehow sneak by the woman without her noticing, you could try and book it to the next town over, not caring about how long it took.

Taking a shallow breath, you were about to begin sneaking away, when the woman suddenly turned around and made dead eye contact with you.

What the fuck.

Adrenaline coursed through your entire body as you saw the woman’s appearance for the very first time. She was tall, accompanied by an athletic figure that hunched over you in a way that made you feel incredibly weak. What was most noticeable about her however, was the chipped, bloody hockey mask she wore to obscure her identity. Her breathing came out in ragged, heavy pants as she stared at you with the look of a predator ready to take its next prey.

“I…uh…” you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Fingers trembling the longer you stared. “I’m sorry for anything I might’ve done to anger you. I didn’t mean to discover the body…I just…I wanted to be safe…and…”

You squeaked when she leaned closer, her figure towering over yours as you had no choice but to lean back against the bed. She was so, so close, breathing heavily above you as all you could see was her hockey mask and her ridiculously shiny machete. “Ah…I’m sorry…” you meekly said again, tears beginning to spill out of your eyes and leak past your chin. “I don’t want to die now…I didn’t even get to start my job…”

You sniffed and closed your eyes, bracing for the impact of the machete hitting your face, only to grow confused when it never came.

“…Huh?”

Instead, what touched your face was the warm, gentle caress of the killer woman in front of you. Her large, calloused hands moving up to wipe your tears away, as she hushed for you to calm down with that quiet voice of hers.

“…Don’t cry.” She says in a muffled voice, leaning back to grab something from a jar. “Candy.”

She extends her hand out to you and holds out a little wrapped candy for you to take, acting all nonchalant as if she didn’t just brutally massacre your roommate right in front of you.

“…I, uh…”

Sensing your hesitance, the masked woman gently nudged the candy against your cheek. “Candy.” She repeated, tilting her head a little when you didn’t take it. “…Do you not like candy?” 

“Oh. Well…” you were growing confused at the escalating conversation, unsure if this was a trick or some kind of ploy to get you to trust her. “…Thank you?”

In the end, you decided to play along and take the candy offered from her hand. Seeing how you accepted her gift, she nodded and reached over to pat your head like a little puppy, clearly happy with the way you allowed her to treat you. Now that you are no longer crying, the masked killer stands up and goes back to sharpening her machete, leaving you alone and puzzling you once more with how gentle she was being in comparison to the other people. 

I mean, just a few hours ago she had brutally murdered most —if not all— your coworkers in the camp you were supposed to work at. How is it that she was being so gentle with you now? Was there something special to you that made her become so lenient? 

“…” A deft silence overcame the two of you and you had no choice but to look around the shed in curiosity. Noticing a faded newspaper by your feet, you reached down to pick it up and read the blaring headline on the front.

“Kid drowns at Camp Crystal Lake due to negligent counselors.”

Your eyes widen slightly once you read it, your coworker’s faint recalling of the urban legend playing back on your mind. 

“A girl identified as Raiden Makoto was found dead after she drowned in Camp Crystal Lake waters. No lifeguards or counselors were seen at the time of the drowning, and she was confirmed dead due to negligence of Camp Crystal Lake staff.”

Besides the text was a faded photo of a young girl with long, purple, braided hair. She smiled so beautifully at the camera, so youthful and innocent. Her death was so abrupt, and you couldn’t help but feel bad as you realized the supposed urban legend was actually true.

…However, the longer you stared at the faded photo, the more you began to realize how similar she looked to the masked woman in front of you. That long, purple, braided hair matched the hair of the woman sharpening her machete, and you swallowed in realization of the discovery you had just made. 

“You’re…the kid who drowned all those years ago.” You say softly, looking up at the woman. “You’re Raiden Makoto.”

You could visibly see the woman tense up, slowly turning around to face you. With a few heavy footsteps, she walks over to you once more and shakes her head no, pointing at the girl in the photo.

“My sister.” Is all she says, looking down at you with that solemn expression.

“…Your sister?” Your eyes lit up and you suddenly felt a wave of guilt. “I’m…I’m so sorry for your loss.”

The woman in front of you tilted her head slightly, as if comprehending the fact you actually felt sorry for her. “…It’s okay.” She says calmly, patting your head once more and taking the newspaper from your hands. “I got my revenge.”

Your eyes lit up when she said that, and the pieces slowly fell into place. 

“…So, that’s why you’ve been killing my coworkers.” Your breath trembled as full realization came to your senses. “You’ve been killing all the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake…for your sister…”

The masked woman nods slowly and kneels down in front of you so she could be eye level with your face. Your sense of fear was slowly dying down, and you couldn’t help but think the woman was a bit cute with the way she was presenting herself in front of you. “…Is there a reason you haven’t killed me?” You ask softly, keeping a level tone so you wouldn’t startle her. 

The woman nods once more, patting your head and lowering her gaze.

“You are nice.” She says calmly, rubbing the top of your head with her palm, “And responsible…and pretty…”

Your cheeks flushed a little when she called you pretty. 

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked gently.

The woman nods.

“Oh…” your face burns hotter at the compliment and you couldn’t help but smile slightly. “What’s your name, if I may ask?” 

“…Ei.” She says quietly, almost a bit hesitant with the way she paused. “Raiden Ei.”

“Ei…” the way you said her name sent shivers down her spine. The fact that her name was being uttered by a beautiful girl like you was enough to get the killer to swoon. “I like that name.”

Ei looked up at you with the most adoring of eyes. Even though her hockey mask covered up most of her expressions, you could tell you hit a soft spot with the way she looked at you with such loving eyes. 

“I like you.” She says calmly, leaning down to stare at you a bit closer, almost towering over you to the point she was pinning you to the bed. “…You are…sweet. Like candy.”

You unconsciously let out a small giggle at her words. Somehow you had forgotten she was an insane, brutal serial killer, but all that melted away with the way she looked at you so lovingly. “Can I…see your face?” You asked tenderly, hesitantly reaching a hand up to caress her blood-stained mask. Ei flinched a little when she felt you reaching for her mask, as she had never let anyone get so close to her without dying. She looked conflicted, silently panicking on what to do as she didn’t want to horrify you with her face and scare you off. 

Sensing her hesitance, you smiled comfortingly and cupped her mask. “I won’t judge you,” you say calmly, trying to soothe the woman’s fears and insecurities. “If you aren’t comfortable, I won’t pry it off you.”

As you moved your hand away however, you suddenly felt Ei’s hand wrap around yours, almost begging for you to come back. 

“W-Wait…” her voice cracked slightly and she shyly moves your hand back to rest on her mask. “I want…I want to…”

You blush at the way she’s calling for you, shakily moving your other hand to grasp at the back of her mask. Your breathing was quick and shallow, the position between you two a lot more intimate than what you were used to. “O…Okay…”

With a steady hand, you unclasped the back of her hockey mask and watched as it gently fell from her face. A gasp caught itself in your throat, as you admired the slasher’s face in all its bare beauty. 

Ei was beautiful. 

“You’re…quite the sight,” you chuckle softly, admiring the way her facial features glistened from the window of the shed. “Have you…never seen yourself before?”

Ei shakes her head no.

“That’s a shame.” You smile softly, reaching up to caress the surprisingly soft skin of her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

Her breath hitches when you call her beautiful, and Ei can’t help but be drawn closer to you with the way you allured her. She had always admired you from afar when she was plotting your coworkers’ downfall, and to have you sitting there right in front of her was just too tempting to resist. 

Like a magnet, Ei takes a deep breath before slowly moving in to brush her lips against your face. When she sees you flinch but not back away, she takes it as a sign to keep going, wrapping a strong arm around your waist before slowly inching forward to claim what she desires.

She kisses you. Gently so while keeping you pressed firmly against her body with her strength, almost as if she were scared of letting you go. You were definitely surprised to say the least, the tall woman’s lips pushing roughly against you until you lost balance and fell over onto the bed. As your back hit the soft plushness of the mattress, Ei let out a small groan and climbed on top of you to continue kissing you, sloppily trying to slip her tongue in to taste you, before getting playfully pushed away by your soft little palms. 

“Hey, hey…” you chuckled softly, watching as her face scrunched up in confusion. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

Ei bites her lip for a moment and hesitantly shakes her head no, causing you to stifle a laugh from your lips. “Pfft…don’t worry, I’ll show you,” you say reassuringly, holding onto one of her hands and cupping her fingers tenderly. “These are what you’ll be using most of the time when pleasing another woman.” You explain, running your fingers up and down hers. You took notice of how rough and calloused they were from working out in the woods, not to mention how big her fingers were compared to yours, as you couldn’t help but imagine her stuffing each wide digit inside you. 

‘That’s gonna need some prep…’ you thought to yourself, slowly moving her hand down so she could cup your breast. “Here. You want to do some foreplay on a woman before doing anything super intimate with her. Foreplay is important, as it— ahh…!”

Ei suddenly gave your breast a squeeze and started fondling it like instinct. If this was her first time being with a woman, you couldn’t tell, because she had already stuffed her hands under your shirt and started fondling you through the confines of your bra. 

“Haah…wait—!” You couldn’t help but let out a groan when she eagerly slid her hands under your bra, calloused fingers rubbing harshly against the sensitive buds of your nipples and twisting them in ways that had you gripping at her back. “I think…I can figure it out.” Was all Ei said before smirking down at you with confidence. That facade of acting all cute in front of you now long gone, as she was determined to wreck you on this little mattress of hers.

“W-Wait—! There’s no need to be so ro— mhnnn…!” Your head lolled back in pleasure when Ei suddenly yanked your shirt up and pulled your bra top down. Rough hands engulfing your chest to give it a firm squeeze, and pinning you down to the mattress with little to no effort. 

“Can I…Can I keep going?” Ei asks softly, a sharp contrast to the way she was brutally manhandling your tits. 

“You…nngh…I guess so…” you pathetically whimpered out, still in shock with how she managed to flip the roles so easily. 

At your approval, Ei nods and moves her head down to begin suckling dark hickies all over your stomach, tongue lapping over the smooth surface of your belly and making you whine with how rough she was treating you. It didn’t hurt by any means necessary, but you did feel your mind slowly break into submission for letting Ei use you as she pleased. ‘Crap…she’s so rough…’ you couldn’t help but think, letting out another whine when her hands suddenly gripped your thighs. 

“I need…I need more…” you hear Ei groan, practically growling into your ear before tugging at your shorts. “Can I pull them off? Please, please?”

She was almost grunting in your ear with how bad she wanted you, burying her face against your neck like a dog in heat. You couldn’t bring yourself to ever say no to her, so you nodded enthusiastically before cupping her face. “Go ahead, Ei. I’m all yours…just be gentle…”

Oh the look on Ei’s face when you told her you were hers. It was like a primal desire had awakened in her, as she tore off your shorts with little to no effort and hoisted your legs up to saddle around her shoulders. You let out a yelp when you felt her rip your shorts so violently, and you couldn’t help but whine to her since they were your favorite shorts.

“Ei…!” 

“I’ll…find you some new ones.”

She was clearly distracted with the way her eyes landed on your panties, licking her lips at the sight before looking up at you for one last request of permission. 

“May I…?” She asks quietly, the hunger glowing in her eyes with the way she so desperately wanted to devour you. 

“…Of course.” You say softly, taking a breather and lying back against the mattress. “Just promise to go slow, you have wide fingers…”

Ei smiles at this compliment before moving down to slide your panties up until they dangle at the ankle of your leg. Her mouth instantly waters at the sight of your exposed cunt, and she has to stop herself from just plunging her fingers inside you to feel how tight you’d be around her. 

‘Slow…’ she has to remind herself, pressing a large thumb over your clit. ‘Slow…’

She catches the way your lips part when she presses over your clit, and Ei can’t help but groan at the sight. She stares at the way your essence begins dripping out of your hole, and the more she plays with you, the more slick your pussy gets while she spreads your lower lips open. 

“Pretty…” you head Ei mumble, before gently easing one of her wide fingers inside you. “And t-tight…” She whimpers a little when she feels you squeeze so wonderfully around her, her groans growing more shallow as she eases her way inside of you. 

Ei’s fingers were wide, but definitely not as wide as you thought as one finger alone was enough to stretch you pretty far. Your hands were left clinging desperately to the woman’s broad shoulders, taking in sharp breaths to accommodate the large stretch of her giant fingers fucking you raw. “Ei…” you breathed out softly, burying your face into the skin of her neck, “Slower…please…”

Ei couldn’t help but pout a little at your words. Slower? You wanted her to go even slower? She wanted to fuck you as rough as she could, but she understood that a human as delicate as you needed some time to adjust to something of her size.

“Oh…okay…” Ei says softly, going at a much slower pace until she feels you growing more relaxed. “Is this good?”

You let out a few pleasured sighs of ecstasy, and nodded your head to show how good she was making you feel. “Yes, Ei.” You whispered softly, letting out a small moan when the tip of her finger pushed up against a certain spot. “This is good.”

Feeling proud of herself, Ei continues until she feels you are wet enough and decides to push a second finger in to see if you could take two at the same time. 

You could. And with the added pressure of a wider girth expanding your walls, you couldn’t help but buckle your knees and cling onto Ei more tightly. “Goodness, Ei,” you breathed out heavily, watching as her thick fingers sunk deep into you with every thrust and bounce, “For someone who hasn’t done this before, you certainly learn quickly…”

Ei smiles proudly when you compliment her sex skills, and decides to push her luck by shoving a third wide finger to see how much you could take. 

The moment you feel an added width to your already large pair of fingers, you feel your senses go into overdrive as she begins pounding all three fingers as deep as they could go. 

“E-Ei! Ei w-wait—!” You let out a whine as she continues fucking you with no other care in the world. While Ei definitely tried to go as slow as she could to appease your sensitivity, she eventually caved to her own carnal instincts and resorted to fucking you wild like a dog in heat. 

“Nngh…hnn…” With each wet thrust, Ei let out a grunt that had you dripping over the mattress, the palm of her hand slapping against your ass, as she brought you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. “Please be close…please…please…”

She moves her fingers harder against your cunt, before feeling you tense up around her fingers and cream all over her hand. The moans you let out were simply delectable, and Ei couldn’t help but groan in her own world of pleasure before pulling her fingers out to have a taste. 

As you recover from the intense orgasm you just had, Ei sticks her fingers into her mouth and licks your cum off her digits. The sight of such a tall, dangerous woman seductively sucking your cum off her fingers had you dripping wet once more, whining at the sight of her humming in pleasure before leaning down to kiss you. 

“Tasty…” Ei murmurs against your lips, the tall woman gripping your waist and pulling you down so that she was spooning you from behind. “You taste so good…”

You tried catching your breath as she wraps her arms around you and plants sweet kisses against the back of your head. The adrenaline and fatigue of tonight having finally caught up with you as you slowly felt your eyes drift close in the comfort of your new lover’s arms. 

“Are you…going to stay with me now…?” Ei asks softly, brushing your hair back and staring at you with the sweetest of eyes. You gazed up at her with a half lidded smile, the deaths of your coworkers no longer a matter to you as you only needed Ei in your life and Ei alone. 

“I’ll stay.” You say sleepily, enjoying the way Ei held onto you and snuggled you deeper against her chest. “Don’t worry, I’m not leaving anytime soon.”

Ei smiled at this and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of your recently shampooed hair, before closing her eyes and mumbling. 

“Good.”

[harrietswriting]

The greasers going camping with there girlfriend's family?

an: I haven't gone camping in so long 😔 will be doing this as headcanoans!

W: some swearing I think. Gn reader

Darry Curtis

This mf definitely loves camping

He definitely loved camping as a kid

So when you asked if he wanted to come with your family, he was so excited

He played it cool tho

"Yeah sure, sounds fun." Internally: "Yippie!! 🤗🥳"

Helps your parents pitch the tent and feels so masculine 😭

He thinks it's the sweetest thing when you make a smore for him

If you don't have siblings, he feels so relaxed, this is such a vacation for him

If you do have siblings, that's okay too.

Little siblings, they stress him out a bit but he thinks their adorable. He has them help him find firewood. "Is this stick good, Darry?" "Hmm.. this one isn't dry enough. It'll smoke."

If you have teenage siblings, that's also okay!

He'll lowkey gossip with them?

He has no problem talking to your parents and charms them

Carves your initials into a tree (D + Y/I)

Then you carve a heart around it

Literally just having the best time

Sodapop Curtis

He was so excited but also nervous when you asked if he wanted to go

He's scared of bugs 😔

Helps pitch the tent and feels like he's bonding with your parents so well

If you have younger siblings, he has so much fun with them.

Tag, hide and seek, looking for sticks, skipping rocks, anything, he's playing

He'll also be entertaining them with spooky stories

Older siblings, he's cool with them too, but stays by you

No siblings, he feels a little awkward with only your parents being there with the two of you

His happy-go-lucky attitude charms them though

He's so excited for smores

He makes you a smore and feels so proud

Feels so awkward because he wants to be affectionate with you but your parents are there

He trys to teach you how to skip rocks on water

You or your sibling make a flower crown and he's so happy to wear it

Steve Randle

This mfing show off

He helps load and unload the car, carrying as much as he possibly can

If you are anyone else in your family is carrying a lot of stuff, he'll go, "Let me help you."

He's so proud of himself and will flex at you afterwards.

"Yeah, no biggie for me 💪😏" boy shut up

If you have siblings, he was not happy to learn that they'd be coming

If you have older siblings, it's not as bad

Really young siblings, okay. He'll think they're cute and help them get fire wood and mess with bugs

Around 12-15 year old siblings? He's not definitely not happy 😔

So excited to tell spooky stories around the campfire

He's not the most charming, but he's sweet enough to win your parents over

"Sir" and "ma'am"

But then he made a dirty joke too loud and your parents heard, so he got embarrassed and apologized 😔

He'll pick a flower for you and put it tuck it by your ear

Johnny Cade

He's never gone camping, but he's excited to go with you

He's so nervous about being around your parents though

But they like him, he's nice

He's actually not scared of bugs, he thinks they're cool

If you have older siblings, he'll look up to them in a way, he enjoys getting to talk to them

If you have younger siblings, he's happy to play with them

If you have no siblings, he'll probably be a little more awkward and stick to your side more

He'll pick wild flowers for you

"Here, y/n 😊" He hands you a little bouquet of dandelions and other little flowers

He accidentally catches his marshmallow on fire 😔

Wanders off with you to look for firewood and talk

Two-Bit Matthews

Before you go, you tell him that he needs to be on his best behavior

He would rather just go camping with you and/or his friends but whatever

I don't think he'd be able to charm your parents very well

But they see how happy he makes you, so it's okay

He's so excited for smores!

If you have older siblings, he'll joke with them, but still mainly hang by you

If you have little siblings, he will play with them and he will be so, so competitive

But he'll teach them how to stick rocks if there's a pond nearby

If you have a sibling close in age, he'll joke around with them too

Not scared of bugs but will curse out the mosquitoes (just not infront of your parents)

Tells you that if a bear comes, he'll fight it off

Also tells you that if a moose comes, he'll use you as a human shield, and tells you to use your siblings 💀

Dallas Winston

He has nothing against camping, but he does not want to go with your parents. It took quite a bit of convincing

Camping pro?

Puts the tent up by himself (+1 wow point from your parents)

You two "get lost" while looking for firewood (he didn't want to go back)

You talk forever

If you have older siblings, he won't really talk to them all that much, and they probably have preconceived notions about him cause he's Dallas Winston

If you have little siblings, he'll play with them a bit

Tag becomes super competitive

He'll suggest sardines (the reverse hide and seek game), just so he can hopefully hide with you and get to be close to you

If you have siblings close in age, he'll talk to them some, but mainly stays glued to your side

He'll find a nice rock and give it to you (he acts nonchalant bout it but he's like 😖🤗 internally)

He doesn't really care for smores so he might give you his

You'll go stargazing but he'll stare at you the whole time cause he does not give a fck about stars

"Look, there's the little dipper." You point at the sky. "Mhm😍" "...Dallas, you're not even looking." He'll grumble and look at the sky. "Wow🙄"

Wants to make out in the tent once your parents fall asleep.

If you say no, he suggests sneaking out of the tent.

If you say no, he'll huff and puff then suggest that you at least come into his sleeping bag with him.

An: this was so fun to write

[sethsclearwater]

Hi again!! Loved the Paul head-canon it was EXACTLY how I imagined ittt.

I have a head canon for Seth! If reader was in a pouty/stubborn mood he would definitely be doing anything and everything to make her laugh or even just a tiny smile. 100%!

Like say they’re at a campfire and she’s in a pouty mood and everyone around her obviously notices, he’d be bringing marshmallows to toast and everything (since he’s such a sweetheart) and eventually she’d crack. I meannn who could resist Seth??

-⭐️

this man has my whole heart😭

...

by now the entire pack was well aware that you were not to be fucked with. on the way to the pack's near weekly bonfire at first beach, you and kim had managed to be the butt end of one of jared's never-ending pranks which led to you both getting absolutely soaked by emily's garden hose.

while kim went off on jared for fucking up her hair, seth had quickly found you and pulled you aside so he could swap clothes with you. you weren't entirely sure what made him make that decision but now he was wearing your sweatshorts that were definitely too short for him while you wore his t-shirt and sweatpants that were definitely too big for you.

in your grumpiness, you had plopped down in the sand next to emily and sam who were lost in their own world with each other. you leaned back against one of the many pieces of driftwood while you pouted over your undergarments and hair still being soaked. seth couldn't have minded though, not wasting anytime before he was striding over to you, a golden smile on his face and what looked like all the ingredients to make s'mores in his hands.

you were pretty close to breaking but held up a strong front, arms crossed over your chest with a pout on your face as he came and sat down on the log behind you so he could sit with you between his legs.

he didn't say anything, just sliding one hand over your shoulder to gently massage at the muscle there while he figured out how to get a marshmallow impaled on a stick with his other hand. seth knew how to read you by now and was well aware that asking you what was wrong would only add fuel to the fire so he remained quiet as he successfully impaled the marshmallow and handed the stick to you.

"can you hold this for a sec?" he asked, giving your shoulder another gentle squeeze when you hummed and nodded, still not too interested in talking.

while you held the marshmallow over the fire, seth snapped the graham cracker and chocolate in half with his free hand, the other one still dutifully massaging your shoulder. after a few moments, you allowed your shoulders to drop, letting out a soft sigh as you let yourself lean back into him, resting your head against his thigh.

seth slid his hand up to your hair, gently scratching your scalp and stroking his fingers through your hair while you two silently waited for the marshmallow to toast.

once you both decided it was brown enough, seth slid his free hand over yours, taking the stick from you so he could assemble your s'more for you. you weren't entirely sure how he managed to do it all with one hand but you weren't too concerned, instead basking in the warmth of the fire while seth's fingers continued to work wonders on your scalp.

"for my pretty girl," seth mused after a moment, beaming as he handed you his perfected s'more. you couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips.

you took the s'more from him, sitting up so you could peek over your shoulder and look up at him. he was sporting a soft smile despite the fact that you knew he definitely had to be uncomfortable with the way your soaked shorts were clinging to him, "thank you," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the wet fabric which had seth letting out a breathy laugh.

"anything to make my pretty girl feel better," he mused, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair, "now can we get outta here? i'm pretty sure i ripped these when i sat down," he said, both of you laughing when you realized how uncomfortable he definitely was.

"yes please," you laughed, allowing him to take your free hand and help you up while you held the s'more with the other, more than happy to snack on it on the short drive back to your apartment.

[awanderingmuse-fandom]

Off The Marshamallow Stick and Into the Campfire

Chapter 39

Fandom: Outer Wilds

Summary: The light of the exploding singularity is brighter than anything Obsidian has ever imagined. Breathtaking as a spark of hope when they thought everything was lost. Obsidian would know, they’d worn that feeling like a  second skin, loop, after loop, after loop. The feeling still holds them even as pure light, pure possibility, consumes them. Then, nothing. 

Obsidian wakes up…

Rating: Teen

Warnings:  Major Character Death, severe injury, trauma, Existentialism, aftermath of trauma, alcohol use, references to suicide, mentions of substance abuse

Characters: Player Character (Obsidian), Gabbro, Hal, Gossan, Marl, Gneiss, Chert, Hornfels, Riebeck, Slate, Esker, Feldspar, Porphy, Rutile, Micha

Tags: Aftermath of the End of The Universe, Cannon Continuation, Gabbro didn’t just sit on Giant’s Deep the whole time, Player Character and Gabbro are friends, Science Compels Us to Explore the Multiverse, everyone lives kinda, things I wish the game let happen, liberties taken with in game timeliness and mechanics for easier write-a-bility, physics, metaphysics, fluff, hurt comfort, slice of life, Multiple POV, Tragedy, Character Death, Echoes of Eye Spoilers, Suicide Attempt, Adventure, Substance Abuse, No Beta We Die Like the Universe, A Bit of Prose for Flavor, All the writers and artists in this Fandom are amazing and y'all gave me brain rot

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Apprehension makes Obsidian jittery as they slow their approach towards the giant black disk beginning to block out the sun. There's no denying that The Stranger is present in this universe. Though they had been almost certain it would be. The Nomai had lost the signal after all, crashing into Dark Bramble suddenly instead of reaching The Eye.

[ericscroptop]

Someone Like You

✧ pairing: bf! jacob x gn! reader

✦ genre: fluff + comfort

✧ warnings: talk of periods (i get sorta descriptive so tw), reader has a uterus & menstrual cycle, various period symptoms mentioned, blood mentioned, upset reader due to period, tears are shed, kissing, cursing (like one word), gender neutral pet names are used, cobie being a sweetie cuz yeah <3

✦ word count: 3.1k words

✧ synopsis: that time of the month absolutely kills your vibe every time, but fortunately you have someone like jacob who makes it a bit easier.

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Slowly but surely, your eyes pulled open from a long, deep slumber.

Tiredness still resided inside you, not fully ready to start your day.

And you would’ve remained in bed if it weren’t for the disturbance that bestowed upon you that interrupted a perfect morning.

You stretched your limbs, feet tangled and wiggling within the sheets that draped over your body. After a few seconds of being awake, you’re reminded that you’re not in the usual setting of your bedroom.

No, where you were was enveloped and secured in a comforting hold. Two familiar arms wrapped around your figure, a body pressed snug into your backside.

Scents that embodied a gentle, warm breeze coated the room. Something so comforting and relaxing that was comparable to fresh linen.

That all has to do with Jacob— the reason why you slept like a baby and why the bed felt extra safe and homely. You shared space with your partner, and that feeling had you contented to be by his side in an intimate spot.

This was your first time spending the night with him. Butterflies and excited nerves bubbled in your stomach. Giddy, yet a tiny bit nervous to be in your boyfriend’s space and sleep in a bedroom that isn’t yours.

Everything fell into place, though. The evening was relaxing and cozy, comparable to roasting marshmallows over a campfire. He made you feel warm and welcomed in his humble abode.

Thanks to Jacob’s sweet nature, you easily fell into comfort, letting your hair down and enjoying your first taste at what could be an everyday luxury in your future.

For the first time, you awoke to the sound of his soft breathing behind your head.

You’re reminded of the sleepover that took place. Some of last night’s cutesy behavior consisted of dressing in matching PJ sets as soon as you arrived, eating dinner criss-cross applesauce on the couch, and playing footsies under the covers until spurts of giggles converted into snoring into dreamland.

Carefully, you attempted to move your arms up towards your eyes, wanting to rub off whatever magical dust the sandman left during your slumber.

Since Jacob had a hold on you, your movements were ultimately felt by him. Thus, leading him to his own stirring and wake, a low groan of his startling you.

You stilled, hating yourself for interrupting his sleep. But when Jacob gains consciousness and takes note that you’re awake in his arms, he smiles through squinted eyes, settling to rest his chin on top of your shoulder.

“Morning, my love. Sleep well?” his voice comes out raspy, eyes shut while he gives you mild tickles from nudging his facial features into your neck, humming sleepily.

“Mhm. Still tired, though.” you murmured, yawning at the end.

Jacob suddenly lifts his head and holds himself up with his elbows. A lazy smile adorns him, not resisting the urge to ruffle at your tangled hair.

“Go back to sleep, sleepyhead.” he pets at and fixes some strands that are sticking up out of place.

“Can’t, i’m already awake now.” you sighed, leaning into his touch. He continued his light touches, watching your eyes draw shut in peace from his gesture.

“Did you actually sleep good?” the question springs out from him after a moment of silence, your eyes opening once again.

You turn your head so that you’re looking directly at him, smiling while reaching a hand over his clothed tummy.

“Yeah. I was honestly kinda nervous to share space, but I like it here with you. It’s like a cute sleepover.” you admit, drumming your fingers over his stomach.

He chuckles at your answer, moving one of his own hands over yours, essentially linking fingers, now locked together.

“I’m glad. But why be nervous? It’s just me, baby.” he assures you.

“‘Cause you’re greeted by the sight of my unruly hair and drooling. And…” you paused, stifling a laugh as you thought about one of the most silliest fears itching your mind.

Jacob was attentive to your thoughts, watching you with a soft smile and eyes encouraging you to go on. Despite how lighthearted your tone was, he was curious to hear what concerns clouded your mind.

“Wha— what if I…” once again, you’re fighting against laughter between your words. “Fart during my sleep and you hear?”

You head bounces slightly over the pillow you’re laying on, letting broken giggles let loose without even giving your question a second to marinate.

A warmth quickly spreads across your face, blushing with how silly that was and sounded.

Honestly, it probably shouldn’t have been this humorous to you. But you believe most of the laughter came from how unserious it was to utter those words.

With how random but goofy your concern was, Jacob reached out to give your side playful, light handed tickles, making you squirm towards the opposite direction of him with more giggles.

“You goober!” he blurts out, feigning a scolding look, eventually grinning in amusement from the current scene.

“You know I don’t care about that stuff though, right?” he says as the laughter dies down.

“It’s all part of being human. What matters is that you’re by my side— as cheesy as it is to say.” Jacob adds, pulling you back closer to him, hand with a secure hold over your waist.

It’s no surprise when Jacob decides to utter precious things, getting you to snuggle up with his body, collecting all the warmth that radiates from his lovely form.

He never misses a beat in being a sweetheart. It left his lips so naturally. Being nice was so effortless, almost like a second language for him.

Though, that didn’t mean he completely lacked being a tease. He lived for playful moments between the two of you, bantering and throwing his own jokes to get a laugh or rise out of you.

“But just for the record, I don’t fart. I’m too angelic for that.” he addresses nonchalantly, folding his arms back to rest under his head.

He attempts to remain cool, but his remark instantly has you rolling your eyes and scoffing. In turn, that makes him smirk, tongue mischievously peeking out from the corner of his mouth.

“You’re such a dork!” you whined, groaning at Jacob jokingly painting himself as ‘Mr. Perfect.’

You fight back with your own tricks, using your limbs to kick and shove him— not hard, obviously.

He merely laughs at your weak attempts while he dodges, even using the covers to shield himself from your wrath.

Suddenly, a particular movement of your body comes with an unwelcoming sensation.

There’s a wetness that alarms you in between your legs, prompting you to freeze in place and mutter a quick ‘fuck.’

“You okay?” Jacob pulls away from the covers, eyeing at you in question.

Your eyes had grown slightly wide, staring off into space while you processed the current circumstance.

If you were correct, that sensation was your period. It’s your fault for not keeping track of it lately, but to be fair, sometimes it delayed or creeped up on you with no warning signs.

“What’s wrong?” Jacob rises and sits up, orbs filled with concern in seeing how you just reacted.

This moment is something you would never anticipate to happen. Here you are, the color draining from your face as you think about the crimson mess that’s marinated your bottoms.

As of now, you can’t tell how bad it is, for you fear in moving and dealing with it— especially outside of your home, in front of Jacob.

He’s beyond understanding and far from judgmental, but it’s sickening that you started your cycle in his bed, no preparation done.

You stare at him dumbfounded for seconds as if you’re debating on whether or not to tell him. Which, avoiding the situation is obviously completely off the table because the mess down under would be hard to miss. And surely you cannot go on as if you’re fine.

“I think I started my period.”

“Are you in any pain?” a hand of his reaches to your back, running over it soothingly, his sweet, chapped lips parted somewhat while he looks at you in worry.

You shift a bit to adjust, sour expression worn on you when you feel something more run down your bottom. Comically as if on cue, there joins a sudden burst of pain within your lower abdomen, accompanied by a wave of pressure and heaviness.

Oh, you definitely are on it.

“I think I stained myself. I didn’t know it was coming. This is the worst freaking-timing ever, oh my God.” you rambled in annoyance, sprinkled with a dash of mortification.

“Hey, hey.” your boyfriend starts, hand moving to your bed head to massage at your scalp in attempt to hush your worries. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here for you. I’ll take care of it.”

“I don’t even wanna get up and see.” you whined out that turned into nervous laughter, brows creased, unable to look at him out of distress of the situation.

Jacob can’t help but frown, heart stinging from seeing you having to go through the struggles of menstruation. He can’t even begin to imagine the burden of your cycle, and how heavy that must be on your body, dealing with disruptive side effects that can break your wellbeing.

Unfortunately he cannot take away the physical and emotional pain of your period. If he was able to, he’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.

But, what he can do is be at your service, tending to ease the discomfort on your end and ensuring you’re not dealing with it alone.

“Here, sit tight for a sec and lemme go get a change of clothes. Luckily, I should have some pads stored here somewhere.” Jacob scurries out from the bed, not even stretching or awaiting a response from you before he’s roaming around the room to find an extra change of clothes and the stash of pads.

You can’t seem to process anything, too busy sighing and moping in defeat over how there couldn’t have been worse timing than now.

“Gosh, this sucks.” you huffed out, clutching the covers between your hands, growing icky and nauseous.

Since you weren’t at home, you probably felt more uneasy. Your boyfriend wanted his space to feel freeing, but starting your cycle suddenly while you’re barely adjusting to a new environment that belonged to him had you somewhat guarded and timid.

He’d do anything to give you the things and upmost hospitality for you to thrive and feel at your best.

“Would you like a bath or shower. Would that help?” he offers, deciding that maybe that is just what you needed to get a fresh start. Relaxing in some warm water could alleviate some of your pain or other discomfort.

You look up at him with a dreaded gaze, you’re weary, but you guess washing up would make you feel even the slightest bit better.

“Yeah, I should shower. Can I?” your voice comes out small, fingers fiddling with the sheets.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Jacob offers a gentle smile, inching closer to you to hold your chin and stroke it with the pad of his thumb affectionately.

That finally prompts a little smile out from you, sighing as you begin to carefully push yourself off the bed.

When you at last stand, gush after gush of blood treads down into your bottoms, making you cringe at the feeling. You try your best to keep your legs pressed tightly together to prevent more from flowing down, but you fear there’s no use in that.

A trickle of the red liquid is felt running down your leg, making you whimper in defeat.

“Oh, Jacob… I think I ruined these pants.” you try to make light of the situation, allowing a laugh to slip towards the end of your words at the ridiculousness of how you’re trying your best to not make more of a mess. Luckily the sheets were okay, but your bottoms could not escape a hit from the crimson wave.

“The stain will come out. It’ll wash out. Don’t worry about it. I promise.” he responds encouragingly, not bothered at all. Accidents happened, and he wasn’t worried about the blood.

What did discontent him though was how you could not be at ease with this situation. It was nothing to be ashamed about, and it’s sickening that while normal, it still bothered you and ruined your mood.

“Well, i’m gonna shower.” you grab the necessities he graciously gathered for you.

“Thank you, I’ll be quick.” a half smile is displayed for him, but he can see through your eyes that you feel anything but overjoyed at the moment.

“Take your time, I’m here if you need me. Just call out to me.” he reminds you.

“‘kay.” is all you say before you lock yourself in his bathroom

You rid yourself free of your clothes and hop into the shower immediately, beginning to wash your body and make yourself feel alive again.

The water is moderately warm, letting your muscles and nerves soak in the heat of the temperature, hopefully to settle your mind.

But as you use Jacob’s shower products, you can’t even relish in his signature scents in peace without getting an overcast of haunting, negative thoughts.

Periods were normal, yes. And some may argue that you shouldn’t be making a big deal out of something many people go through.

But you couldn’t help your emotions, especially when they were personally heightened during your cycle.

Your thoughts seemed louder than the water running. You cursed mother nature for raining on your parade, ruining what could have been a peaceful morning with your boyfriend.

You guess your bloody bottoms don’t really matter that much, as you’ve had accidental stains in the past and they almost always came out.

And based off how well you know Jacob’s character, he’d never think you were gross or even make a mockery out of this situation later down the line. He was mature, and he has made it clear over and over again that he truly is a natural gentleman.

But you can’t deny how being unprepared for your period made you feel so good for nothing that you don’t even know your own body well. The kicking cramps that come with it also don’t particularly keep you from forgetting about what your body is doing.

And while the warm water was supposed to soothe you, the haze of steam that’s build up and rose in temperature is starting to make you lightheaded— not helping that you’re already fatigued and overwhelmed.

You take that as a sign to cease your shower before you pass out. How embarrassing and traumatic would that be to do at your first sleepover with your boyfriend?

While finishing up and getting dressed, your thoughts continue going rampant. They become self-deprecating. Ranging from criticizing yourself internally for your body and existence, to thinking about things you should’ve done differently from years ago.

You understood that these thoughts were insignificant, stemming from how your period liked to make you not just miserable physically, but mentally on top of that.

The only way to reach some level of tranquility is to have Jacob by your side.

And it was proved right once you opened that bathroom door and were met with the sight of him on his bed, his face immediately lighting up and lip corners turning upwards.

Not only was he patiently waiting for you, but he seemed to have tidied up and grab various things that looked like they were meant for you.

Extra throw blankets that were thick and ultra soft were pressed against pillows that have been fluffed since you last rested over them, sitting next to him. On the nightstand parked next to his bed, essential medication bottles and a couple snacks that varied from savory to sweet filled the table, accompanied with a mug that was a hot drink of some sort, steaming into the air.

The thoughtful act really does it for you. All of your piling, miscellaneous thoughts that have been bubbling up since you’ve awoken finally burst. Jacob prepared to be at service for you touches your heart. The gesture evokes the need for a long hug from the guy who continues to remind you that chivalry is still very much alive.

In the twinkling of an eye, your lips are wobbling, and hot tears burst down your face, silently crying.

Your fluctuating hormone levels have gotten the best of you, body heavy from carrying the weight of sadness and distress now letting loose. The persistent dull ache in your lower region and occasionally hitting other parts of your body only triggers your emotions, walls breaking down.

Through blurry eyes and quiet whimpers, you follow straight into the comfort of Jacob’s body, falling into bed with his arms pulling you in and wrapping instantly around your figure.

“Love, you alright? Hey, I’m here.” his voice comes out as gentle as ever, but still laced with care to know about your troubles, desperate to be your safety net.

The inability to mutter anything out has you speechless for a bit. Tears still fall past your eyes, staining your cheeks and inevitably his shirt as you pushed into his chest, his hold on you stronger than ever.

You assumed into fetal position, curling up into him for comfort and to combat against your persistent cramps and overwhelming sadness.

That’s not enough to make the pain stop, but the security that being in his arms brings is just enough to make it bearable. It goes without saying, and so he reminds you that you’re going to be okay, running a hand up and down your back and pressing kisses into your hair.

“You’re so sweet to me, cobie. Thank you. I really appreciate it.” you make sure to let him know, even through a shaky and feeble utterance.

“Of course, baby. I love you so much. Hate seeing you in any pain. I gotchu, yeah?” his hold on you grows stronger, not to where he’s squeezing you like a rag doll, but more like he’s showing that his words remain true.

With swift motion and without loosening his hold on you, he reaches off towards the side for a blanket, draping it nicely over the both of you.

Your eyes held no will to stay open, exhaustion still present since you first woke up and especially after a small crying sesh.

Jacob understands, no intent on letting you get up, anyways. With his chin over your head and your body resting firm and warm over his, he continues with his sweet touches and honeyed words.

It’s not long before you ignore your cramps enough and allow his breathing paired with his soft voice to lull you to sleep, knowing that pain is temporary, but Jacob’s love for you seems eternal.

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s’mores | k.m

⎯⎯“Nothing,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’re just more captivating than the stars, that’s all.”

warnings: flufffffff

Convincing Klaus Mikaelson to go camping had been an uphill battle. Scratch that—it had been a mountainous battle, complete with eye rolls, dramatic sighs, and no fewer than five complaints about mosquitoes before you’d even left the driveway.

“This is barbaric,” Klaus muttered as he helped you set up the tent in the middle of a secluded clearing.

“It’s not barbaric,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “It’s nature. People have been doing this for centuries.”

“Yes, and we invented houses for a reason,” he shot back, glaring at the tent poles like they’d personally offended him.

“Oh, come on,” you said, nudging him with your elbow. “Even the mighty Klaus Mikaelson can’t resist the charm of sleeping under the stars.”

“I can resist it quite easily, thank you,” he said, though there was the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips. “Remind me again why we couldn’t just look at the stars from the comfort of our home. With wine. And a bed.”

“Because this is an experience, Klaus,” you said, grinning as you adjusted the tent fabric. “Besides, I’ll bet you’ve never roasted marshmallows over a campfire before.”

“I’ve roasted a lot of things over fires, love,” he said, smirking. “But marshmallows weren’t among them.”

You groaned. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you adore me,” he quipped, leaning down to kiss your forehead before returning to his task.

Despite his grumbling, Klaus was surprisingly good at setting up camp. Within half an hour, the tent was up, the sleeping bags were unrolled, and the campfire was crackling merrily in the center of the clearing.

“You know,” you said as you sat cross-legged by the fire, poking at the flames with a stick, “for someone who claims to hate camping, you’re doing a pretty good job.”

“I’m a man of many talents,” Klaus said, settling down beside you. “But let’s not make this a habit, hmm? I’m indulging you this once.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, smirking. “We’ll see.”

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you pulled out the bag of marshmallows, along with some chocolate and graham crackers.

“Time to roast marshmallows!” you said, handing Klaus a stick.

He held it gingerly, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. “I still don’t see the appeal of this.”

“Trust me, you’ll love it,” you said, spearing a marshmallow onto your stick and holding it over the fire.

Klaus followed your lead, though he kept his marshmallow a cautious distance from the flames.

“You’re supposed to get it closer,” you said, laughing. “It’s not going to bite you.”

“I’d rather not set it on fire,” he said dryly.

“That’s part of the fun!”

You leaned over to help him adjust his stick, and in the process, your own marshmallow caught fire.

“See?” Klaus said, smirking as you frantically blew it out. “This is why I was keeping mine away.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, peeling off the charred outer layer and popping it into your mouth. “It’s still good.”

By the time you finished making s’mores, the sky had turned a deep indigo, the first stars twinkling into view. Klaus seemed to forget his earlier complaints as he leaned back against a log, his eyes fixed on the heavens.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you said, lying back on the blanket you’d spread out on the grass.

Klaus hummed in agreement, his gaze soft as he looked at the constellations. “It is,” he said, though you noticed his eyes drifting toward you more often than the sky.

“What?” you asked, catching him staring.

“Nothing,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’re just more captivating than the stars, that’s all.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you laughed to cover your embarrassment. “You’re such a sap sometimes.”

“Only for you, love,” he said, his voice soft but sincere.

You turned onto your side, propping your head up on your hand as you looked at him. “So, does this mean you’re actually enjoying yourself?”

He sighed dramatically, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. “I suppose it’s tolerable.”

“Wow,” you said, grinning. “High praise from Klaus Mikaelson.”

He chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You know I’d endure far worse if it meant making you happy.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in to kiss him softly. “Good,” you whispered against his lips. “Because I’m already planning our next camping trip.”

Klaus groaned, flopping back onto the blanket. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Not likely,” you said, lying back down beside him. “You’re immortal, remember?”

“An unfortunate fact,” he said, though his hand found yours, his fingers lacing with yours effortlessly.

The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the crackling of the fire and the chirping of crickets the only sounds around you. Klaus pointed out a few constellations, his voice soft and melodic as he told you their stories.

Eventually, you drifted off to sleep under the stars, your head resting on Klaus’s shoulder. And as he held you close, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing, he found himself silently thanking the universe for giving him this moment with you—marshmallows, campfire smoke, and all.

[fiona-fififi]

Please may I have "Your hands are warm."?

Picture me asking like this btw

Well, this took me absolutely forever, but here's a silly little something that is basically just exclusively Buckley-Diaz family fluff. I know this probably is not what you had in mind, but this is where it took me. Hopefully, it's something. 💚

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Title: Warmth

Rating: G

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Summary: A tiny little fluffy snapshot of a Buckley-Diaz family camping trip and a chilly night out by the campfire. (Just fyi, the whole camping thing is mostly just vibes, I never actually really incorporated it in any significant way.)

Notes: The prompt "Your hands are warm" is from this list of Dialogue and “Scenario” Prompts.

Buckley-Diaz family, established relationship, fluff, ficlet, prompt fill

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“Mmm, stay?” Eddie requests, snuggling down into the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and nuzzling into Buck's touch. “Your hands are warm.”

Buck chuckles at that, shifting his hands from Eddie's neck to cup his jaw and tilt his chin back gently, leaning over until they're practically nose to nose. “Don't you think maybe it's time to head inside? You're freezing.”

“Can't,” Eddie teases, grinning up at him with that silly smile Buck adores, “Chris isn't ready to head in yet.”

“Do not drag me into this,” Christopher argues from his spot by the fire. When Buck glances up at him, he is very obviously avoiding even a glance in their direction, and Buck can't help but snort a laugh.

“Your excuse just sold you out,” Buck teases, fingers still against Eddie's jaw. Eddie grins, big and goofy, and Buck can't help but tilt his chin back a little further until he can press a kiss to that pretty mouth.

“Mmm,” Eddie murmurs through a grin as they part, lips so close they brush Buck's as he speaks, “your lips are warm, too.” Buck huffs a laugh against Eddie's mouth at that as Eddie's grin grows and Buck tries to turn it back into a kiss, even as they both succumb to ridiculous giggles. 

“Ew.” Christopher's voice breaks their spell, the disgust dripping from his tone written all over his face in the scrunch of his nose and the grimace of his mouth. “NO.” He commands, as he launches a marshmallow at Eddie's head in response to their sappy display. It nails him directly in the nose, bouncing off both of them before it falls to their feet.

Eddie and Buck both only manage to dissolve into further giggles in response, Buck's shoulders shaking enough that he has to bury his face in the crook of Eddie's neck to keep himself upright. 

Christopher groans in annoyance and rolls his eyes. “Next time, I'm staying home,” he threatens, with a shake of his head, before he busies himself loading another marshmallow onto the roasting stick in his hand.

Buck barks a laugh at that, forever charmed by Christopher's teasing. “Oh, please, you're having a ball,” he counters, all smiles and red cheeks from some combination of the chill in the air and the warmth in his chest.

“I was until you started making out in front of my marshmallows,” Christopher shoots back, face serious as stone.

Buck full-body cackles in response, throwing his head back and straightening up in the process, and Christopher's face breaks into a grin at that.

Eddie grumbles, Buck's warmth suddenly too far away, and tugs at his arms to bring him closer again. Buck grins, a big, happy smile that stretches wide as he lets Eddie guide him back until he's draped over Eddie's shoulders, and Eddie's wrapping Buck's arms up under the blanket he's still cozied up under. Buck gives him a squeeze, and Eddie lets a hand grip tight to Buck's forearm, leaning back into him with a pleasant shiver. Buck presses a surreptitious little kiss to Eddie's temple, soft smile still dancing on his mouth. 

“Okay, kid,” Buck announces after a few pleasant moments of quiet snuggling, keeping himself draped around Eddie, “finish that one up, and then it's time to head inside. Don't want your dad to freeze.”

Christopher gives him a side eye, but he's very clearly trying to hide a grin, and Buck can't help the way his heart swells at just how well they all fit. He's not sure he'll ever get over just how much happiness their little family brings him.

Eddie, always the mind reader, squeezes his arm again to draw his attention, and when Buck shifts to meet his gaze, Eddie is giving him that soft smile Buck loves so much. “I love you,” Eddie mouths, barely any sound to avoid a scolding from Christopher, and Buck's own smile turns soft again for Eddie as he leans in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Love you, too,” Buck promises, whisper quiet, nuzzling back into Eddie's warmth as they watch Christopher continue to pretend to ignore them.

Buck's not sure he's ever been happier. 

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[sleepytokenii]

These Ancient Canopies (SFW)

gn!reader x sleep token members (fluff) (headcanon) Word count: 1324

Description:

It’s august. It’s a hot and sunny day, however there’s a cool breeze to take the edge off a little. The guys arranged for you to go with them on a spontaneous camping trip for a few nights in the middle of a beautiful ancient forest.

Vessel:

o Drives your group to the campsite, checks everyone in at the reception desk, and ensures you have the perfect spot.

o Packs extra marshmallows just for you two to share when everyone’s gone to bed.

o Offers to build the tent himself, places a camping chair down next to your tent for you to laugh at him from whilst he cocks it up.

o He has brought the biggest tent he could find to share with you, so you can bring your home comforts. Surprises you with a body length hot water bottle to keep you warm.

o Sings hauntingly beautiful songs under the canopy of trees whilst you all sit around the campfire drinking hot chocolate, all wrapped up in blankets and beanies.

o When it’s time for bed, he fills your hot water bottle with freshly heated water, and pulls you in for a snuggle to share the heat. Your large duvet is a perfect touch, but nothing beats the warmth Vessel radiates.

o In the morning, he wakes you up to soft fluttery kisses on your cheek as he hums a soft melody, stroking your head gently.

o Makes you breakfast in bed and gives you time to get up and ready for the day.

o Organises a couple’s activity away from the rest of the guys for some 1-on-1 time.

II:

o Hops out of the van first and holds his hand out to help you out, carefully watching you to make sure you don’t fall.

o Brings matching Oodies for you both, much to the amusement of the rest of the group. You look forward to the cosiness.

o Gets frustrated when the poles of the tent come out of their socket, but accepts your help gratefully when you notice his frustration.

o Taps along on a log he is sitting on whilst Vessel sings around the campfire. The vibes are immaculate.

o Whispers sweet nothings in your ear every so often, making you feel all warm and gooey inside.

o He doesn’t want to ask, but smiles and nods when you ask if he wants to be little spoon.

o Holds your hands close to his chest as you fall sleep curled up against each other. Peppers your hands with light kisses to comfort you.

o Wakes you up with “good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?” and hands you a steaming cup of tea/coffee with a biscuit whilst he sips on his can of red bull.

o Takes you on a romantic walk through the forest with a little picnic he arranged with the on-site restaurant. Brings a picnic blanket and some fresh juice to sip on with a view overlooking the most stunning landscape. You’re made to feel like royalty.

III:

o Cannot wait to get out of the van and give you a big bear hug, as if he hadn’t just snoozed with his head on your shoulder for the last half an hour of the journey.

o Does a lil boogeywoogey when he finishes putting up the tent, feeling proud of himself for beating the others. You give him a round of applause and he takes a bow with a smirk.

o Enjoys walking down to the little stream with you to collect sticks and any other kindling he could find for the fire. Doesn’t let you carry too much, he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself or trip.

o Walks around the forest with a ‘lil basket collecting any mushrooms he stumbles across…for um…tea? Yeah we’ll go with that.

o Brings a blanket to the campfire to lay on, allowing you to lie with him and cuddle whilst listening to the melodies coming from Vessel’s lips.

o Carries you back to the tent because you’re too sleepy to walk. Tucks you up into bed and gives you a long kiss on the lips, before leaving to head back to the guys for a while longer.

o You wake up first, this man can sleep forever. His short, dyed blonde hair sticking up in all sorts of directions. Your giggle causes him to stir in his sleep, hand reaching out to find your warm waist and pulls you back into him. You fall back asleep with your ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

o Your eyes flutter open again, III’s fingertips gently running up and down your spine. Goosebumps rise all over your body, your head feeling slightly dizzy from the contact.

o III tries his best to make you an omelette, but fails miserably and ends up just making you scrambled eggs, calling them ‘fancy.’ Keeps asking you “do you like it?” with adorable puppy dog eyes. How could you say no?

o Whilst everyone is chilling in a circle at the camp, III finds himself climbing a tree to get the perfect vantage point, before throwing little twigs and pebbles towards you guys. A child at heart, honestly.

IV:

o Carries your duffel bag in one hand, a crate of beer in the other. “Gotta stay hydrated, yano?” he winks and laughs. You roll your eyes and flash him a smile.

o Drapes his favourite leather jacket over your shoulders when it gets dark and cold, adamant its fine, despite your worry that it’ll stink of campfire smoke.

o Tells crude jokes around the campfire, in an attempt to hopelessly flirt with you. Your head falls back as you belly laugh. He smiles, loving to see you happy.

o Brings his guitar of course, you bet your ass he’s serenading you as he performs with Vessel and II. The atmosphere is truly alive.

o Lots. Of. PDA. IV loves showering you in kisses and will be holding your hand or waist at any time he can, stroking your sensitive skin. He is always warm to the touch so you welcome it happily.

o Holds open the tent ‘door’ for you when you go to bed. Whilst you snuggle under the covers, he gives you a long, passionate kiss before stroking your face. “I am so in love with you, you make my life worth living” IV admits, causing you to blush and slam your lips together once more. When you finally separate, you confess your mutual love.

o The next morning he enters the tent with a bag of fresh pastries from the campsite restaurant, smiling widely as he says “Good morning my love, I brought you a little gift, how did you sleep?” with a kiss on your head. Your heart has never felt fuller. How did you get so lucky?

o IV leads you to believe you’re going for a romantic stroll in the forest, but soon turns off the path and leads you down to none other than a tree tops course! As someone who loves being an adrenaline junkie, your grin beams at him. He blushes, knowing he’d done well at picking the activity. You’re tugging on his arm to hurry him up, but he stops in his tracks. “Don’t get too excited and use up all your energy now, save it for the zipwire at the end!” he winks. You squeal and run ahead as he laughs behind you.

o Buys two copies of the video the company captured of you both going down the zipwire. IV enjoyed the view, making the odd sarcastic comment. “oh…BYE THEN!” He shouts then giggles as you fly past him screaming. When you finally get back on the ground, he cuddles you as an attempt to stop your jelly legs from giving in. He kisses you on your head, telling you how proud he is of you for doing such an activity.

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A/N – Hey!! I think this is the first time I’ve had enough creative juices to write since I was what…16?! (24 now)

I really hope you enjoyed whatever this is, I still don’t know the name for the format haha. If you did like, and would like to read more in future, please feel free to show it some love! (or don’t, I won’t force you) <3

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i saw that you accept regretevator requests, so could we have a reader having fun at the campfire with ‚Spud!‘ ? poor guy went through so much brain trauma and still makes good marshmallows, so maybe some platonic quality time. (and if you wish some angst at the start where poor spud has to think of what he went through (argh gnarpy when i catch you)) [also which characters do you prefer writing or is it just them all?]

Blinding white lights blinding his vision.

Red hot searing laser frying his flesh.

Green feline creatures standing over him, speaking in tongues he couldn't understand.

Metal tools and sharp needles poking, prodding, tearing, slicing, and stitching every inch of his body.

They hurt.

Everything hurts.

Why won't they stop-

"Spud? Hey."

"H-Huh?"

"We're here."

"Ah. Sorry. Must've fallen asleep.." Spud awkwardly mumbled, reaching up to touch his bucket hat. He then looked out the window of your car, noticing you were parked somewhere in the woods. "Is this Two Studs Camp?"

"Nope." You turned off the engine and glanced at him. "It's a different place. Far away from that one. C'mon."

Although still in a bit of a haze from his nightmare, he managed to climb out of the passenger seat, seeing that you already had the trunk popped open. You grabbed a dufflebag and slung it over your shoulder, watching as he grabbed the smaller one, trying to keep his balance with just one arm.

"It's close. There's a fire pit ready to go."

He stared at you. "Firepit?"

"Campfire."

"Oh...cool."

The rest of the walk was in silence, aside from the occasional hoot of a distant owl and the crickets chirping their little tunes. The air was quite clear tonight, so you and Spud could see dozens of stars in between the tall trees. You took a few pictures with your phone along the way, taking in the sights and sounds.

Eventually you arrived to the campsite, where he noticed a tent was already set up, in addition to chairs and logs being by the firepit.

"Wow. Is all of this..for me?"

"Just for you, my friend." You grinned, setting your bag down and searching through it, finding a smaller bag full of familiar treats. "I heard you've made some killer marshmallows, and I can make pretty good smores. I got everything else but the sticks-"

"Already done, spud."

"That was fast." Looking up, you noticed the bundle of twigs in his grey hands. Not to mention he was already sitting in the chair. "Okay. I'll get this fire going. You relax."

Spud simply nodded, watching you put the logs into the pit, before lighting a match and dropping it in. Within seconds, a warm fire began to grow.

The sudden heat took him by surprise, making him tense up.

"Spud?"

He saw your concerned gaze as you sat on the other chair. "You look afraid.."

"...I do?" He asked, not out of sarcasm, but rather confusion.

You already told him you two were far away from Two Studs Camp. Far from any impending invasion and a certain green Gnarpian who he oh-so bitterly despised.

So what was he afraid of?

"You're safe here."

Feeling your hand patting the top of his, Spud was snapped out of his thoughts again. His shoulders relaxed a bit as he acknowledged your comforting gesture, doing his best to smile. "Thanks."

"Any time. Now...mind doing the honors, counselor?" Handing him the bag of puffy marshmallows, you let him take two out and stick them on the twigs, handing one to you. Then he turned back to the fire, holding his over it, for once looking content.

Your gaze lingered on him for a few moments longer, as you felt a bit sad knowing those damn aliens have broken him in such a way that even smiling often proved difficult.

He could never truly have a normal human life again, but despite all of their efforts--the one thing they couldn't take away was his love for marshmallows.

And the joy of having a friend who adores camping as much as he does.

[questmouse]

Scenarios + Headcanons with Bendystraw

The golden glow of the setting sun bathed the grassy hill in soft hues of orange and pink. A gentle breeze rustled the blades of grass, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and the distant hum of the nearby town. It was a rare, peaceful moment one they had all longed for after countless adventures, chases, and close calls.

Cuphead flopped onto the grass with a satisfied sigh, folding his arms behind his head. "Man, this is nice," he muttered, watching the clouds drift lazily above. "No bosses tryin’ to knock our heads off, no running for our lives just peace and quiet." Mugman sat beside him, pulling his knees to his chest. "Yeah… kinda weird, huh?" He smiled softly. "Not having to watch our backs every second."

Bendy stretched out with a chuckle as he comfortably ran into the grass. "I dunno, fellas. I think I could get used to this." His tail flicked idly. "Beats bein’ stuck in some crazy cartoon studio, that’s for sure." Boris, lying on his stomach, absentmindedly plucked a few wildflowers, weaving them together. "It’s really peaceful," he agreed, his usual goofy smile relaxed. "Kinda makes ya forget all the trouble we've been through."

Felix, the oldest of the group, leaned back against a tree, his ears twitching as he gazed at the horizon. "This kinda quiet doesn't come easy," he said, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "We fought real hard to get here." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Guess it’s nice to just… enjoy it." For a while, none of them spoke. The wind whispered through the grass, and the crickets began their quiet evening song. Then, Cuphead smirked, tilting his head toward Bendy. "Betcha five bucks you can’t roll down the hill faster than me."

Bendy’s grin stretched wide. "You’re on, cup-boy." Before anyone could stop them, the two took off, tumbling down the hill in a fit of laughter and dizzy shouts. Mugman groaned, "Oh no…" but his laughter betrayed his amusement. Felix shook his head with a chuckle. "Guess even in peace, they can’t sit still." Boris held up his small flower crown. "Hey, uh… Felix? Think this’d look nice on ya?"

Felix blinked, then let out a hearty laugh. "Aw, why not?" He leaned down as Boris carefully placed the tiny crown atop his head. As Cuphead and Bendy finally reached the bottom of the hill in a tangled heap of limbs, Felix, Mugman, and Boris watched from above, smiling. Yeah maybe, just maybe, they could finally rest easy. For tonight, at least, everything was just right.

The last traces of sunlight faded, leaving behind a sky full of twinkling stars. The air had grown cooler, and the crackling of a small campfire filled the space between them. Felix had started the fire with ease, while Boris pulled out supplies from his backpack, setting up for the night. Cuphead and Bendy, still recovering from their chaotic roll down the hill, trudged back up, brushing off bits of grass and dirt.

"Ugh, remind me not to do that again," Bendy grumbled, rubbing his head. "You just mad ‘cause I won," Cuphead teased, flashing a grin. "You did not!" Bendy huffed. "We hit the bottom at the same time!" "You keep tellin’ yourself that, bendy-boy," Cuphead laughed, flopping down by the fire. Mugman was already warming his hands, enjoying the flickering glow. "Alright, alright, before you two start bickering again, how ‘bout we just relax?" Felix stretched, letting out a yawn. "Yeah, we had enough excitement for one day." He looked over at Boris, who was happily roasting a marshmallow on a stick. "Good idea, Boris."

Boris perked up. "You want one?" "Don’t mind if I do," Felix said with a chuckle, taking the perfectly golden marshmallow and popping it into his mouth. The group sat together, watching the flames dance. The occasional crackle of burning wood was the only sound, mixed with the chirping of crickets in the distance.

Bendy, sitting cross-legged, poked at the fire with a stick. His usual mischievous grin had faded into something softer, more thoughtful. "Y’know," he muttered, "I think this is the first time in a long while I ain’t gotta look over my shoulder." Cuphead, leaning back with his arms crossed, glanced at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Bendy twirled the stick between his fingers. "Kinda nice." Cuphead smirked. "You gettin’ soft on me, Bends?" Bendy rolled his eyes. "Nah, just... appreciating things." Felix overheard and gave them both a knowing look. "That’s what happens when ya finally got somethin’ to call home, boys."

Boris nodded. "Ain’t nothin’ wrong with slowin’ down and enjoyin’ it." Mugman let out a content sigh, leaning against Felix. "Yeah… feels nice." After some time, the fire dimmed, and the exhaustion of the day started creeping in. One by one, they set up their tents Mugman and Boris shared one, Felix had his own, and that left Bendy and Cuphead with the last tent. Bendy unzipped it and peered inside. "A little small, don’tcha think?"

Cuphead shrugged, tossing his gloves off as he crawled in. "It’s fine. Ain’t like we never shared space before." Bendy rolled his eyes but smirked. "Just don’t snore." Cuphead snorted. "I don’t snore!" "Yeah, sure, whatever you say," Bendy teased, slipping in after him. The tent was barely big enough for them to stretch out, and as they lay side by side, the quiet of the night settled in. The only sounds were the rustling leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

Cuphead yawned. "Y’know… this ain’t half bad." Bendy chuckled, closing his eyes. "Told ya." A peaceful silence followed, and before long, both of them drifted off, the warmth of the campfire outside and the soft glow of the stars above keeping them safe. For the first time in a long while, they all slept soundly, knowing that tomorrow would bring another quiet day on the hill.

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Headcanons

Bendy has gotten used to Cuphead teasing him for his height, but anytime Cuphead makes fun of him, he picks Cuphead and reminds him that he's stronger.

Cuphead doesn't know how to bake, so anytime time Bendy tries to teach him, there's either a fire on the food, stove, gets a lot of the food onto himself, and Bendy always cleans him up, he's kinda got used to Cuphead’s messes.

The two have become drinking buddies, and after they hit the liquor, one of the two well start blabbing about something foolish, and that makes the other want to leave in a rush.

Cuphead and Mugman both know Spanish and Cuphead well usually flirt with people in Spanish. Bendy has, unfortunately, fallen victim to hearing Cuphead flirt, and Cuphead mostly sounds like a broken record :")

Anytime the crew has to make a campout, Cuphead and Bendy always end up having to share a tent, Cuphead snores loudly in his sleep. Bendy is an insomniac and has trouble sleeping due to his ink illness and his insomnia.

Cuphead easily gets jealous of Bendy talking to anyone else, he well never admit to getting jealous over Bendy, Bendy secretly knows that Cuphead gets jealous and talks with other people to tease Cuphead.

If Cuphead ever has to drive the crew around, he easily gets road rage, but luckily, Bendy has a playlist made to help Cuphead remain relaxed.

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I'm not a fan of the ship, but I don't hate it. Please don't set me on fire ;w;