#platonic ofmd x reader

[our-death-means-flag]

Hi!! Would you be able write ed taking care of reader? Basically like reader falling into a bad depression spiral and ed being the first to recognize what’s going on and trying to help them through it? I’d like it to stay platonic if that’s cool bc also lesbian here I just like baby girl-ifying these old dudes lmao Thank you!! Also loving ur writing so far!!!

For No Reason at All

Ship: Edward Teach & Reader (platonic) Notes: As much as you usually like the whole “talk it through thing, now, you really really don’t want to talk. You’re no stranger to dark days when it feels like nothing good will ever happen to you. It’s always been something you could mostly ignore. Of course, the Revenge is a different kind of ship… Warnings: depressive episode, negative self talk, some slight disordered eating (skipping meals) Title Song: I Can’t Handle Change - Roar

You woke up and really didn't want to get out of bed. 

You’d been feeling shitty for the past few days and you really should have seen it coming. That was how it had always worked. But you’d really thought it would be different now, better.

You were much better off now. You were on a good ship, you had a good crew, good captains, a fucking salary, friends. Hell, if someone had asked you months ago what your perfect job would be, this would be pretty damn close. What more could you possibly need? What reason did you have to still feel so awful when everything was going so incredibly well?

A part of you wanted to put your fist through a wall, you wanted to scream at the futility of it all. But you didn’t. You were too exhausted.  Another part of you wanted to curl up in a ball and just stay in bed. That was much more tempting. Being able to just stay here and rot sounded great. 

But you had work to do. You’d worked through this sort of thing before and you could do it again. The crew needed you.

But did they really need you around? You’re no master pirate by any stretch of the imagination. What could you possibly do for them? You were just another pair of hands. No… Actually, you’re just dead weight. And everyone else would be much better off if you weren’t-

Nope.

You sat up quickly. No, you couldn’t do that. If you let your brain go off on these ridiculous tangents then you’d never get out of bed. You grabbed a shirt and pants and got dressed, not bothering to make an effort beyond that. You pulled your fingers through your hair as you walked and immediately got to work.

You didn’t bother getting anything for breakfast. you felt absolutely awful and you knew that it would all taste like nothing and you didn’t want to waste Roach’s food.

You didn’t deserve any.

No.

You shook your head as if that would erase your nasty thoughts. It didn’t of course but it was worth a shot. As the rest of the crew filtered onto the deck you got a few concerned looks. That was new. On every other ship you’d worked on, no one gave a shit if you didn’t eat or if you felt bad. But on the Revenge? You knew that everyone cared but you didn’t want to talk about it all right now and you didn’t want to bother them with your stupid problems.

Rather than talk to them, you scaled the rigging. You rationalized that someone needed to check it anyway and it might as well be you. If you were able to run away from your problems, that was just a bonus.  You stayed up there as long as possible. You checked everything that was possible to check and double checked everything as well.

Of course you couldn’t stay in the rigging all day. But you admittedly did wait just long enough for the crew to go inside for lunch before climbing down. You briefly considered going to grab food but decided against it, not only would it put you at risk of getting into a conversation about how you were feeling, but you knew that no matter what it was it wouldn’t taste like anything.  (Maybe you could risk getting stabbed by Roach to grab something small later.)

Still hoping to avoid the crew, you walked all the way to the head of the ship. You rested your elbows against the railing and stared out at the sea. You knew you couldn’t avoid the crew forever but you could damn well try. You figured that someone would eventually find you and then you’d have to talk about things but you were a coward and you didn't want to.

 If you’d been in your right mind you probably would’ve noticed beforehand but as you were, Edward nearly gave you a heart attack when he clasped a hand on your shoulder. You jumped, spinning around to face him. 

“There you are, mate. Everyone was wondering where the hell you disappeared too and-“  Ed’s voice trailed off as he seemed to take you in. “You alright?”

You forced a smile, though judging from Ed’s eyes you knew it wasn’t convincing. “I’m alright. Didn’t mean to worry anyone.”

“Y/N,” Ed spoke carefully. “It’s been fucking hours since anyone’s seen you.”

You furrowed your brows. “What? No… it’s not been…” You looked around and properly saw your surroundings. It was sunset. “Uh… What time is it?”

“Just past eight bells.” Ed answered, still staring at you.

“Shit.” You mumbled. You really had been standing here for hours. You had the first dog watch slot today. You needed to get going. “Fuck. The watch. I’m so sorry. I must’ve… zoned out or something… Sorry.” You moved to leave but Ed caught your arm.

“No. You’re not on watch today, remember?” 

You froze. “I…” you stammered. Ed was right. You’d had the watch tonight but you’d swapped with Pete so he and Lucius could do something together. You had watch tomorrow. “Fuck.” 

Ed sighed, he walked up beside you and rested his arms on the railing. “So…”

Before he could ask, you interrupted. “Sorry Captain. It won’t happen again.” Ed raised a brow. Shit. You needed an excuse or something… “I just didn’t sleep well last night.” It wasn’t technically a lie. You hadn’t slept well at all but that was just another symptom of the actual problem.

Ed actually chuckled sadly. “That’s a good excuse. Used it myself a few times.” He sighed.  “Let me guess,” Ed mused, “You feel awful. Like nothing matters, nothing you do matters and you don’t matter.” You withered under the accuracy. “Roach mentioned you didn’t have breakfast and you missed lunch and I bet that’s because you knew it wouldn’t taste like anything right?”

He glanced over at you and you almost winced. Ed had always had such expressive eyes but this time you felt like he was seeing through you and there wasn’t anything good to see there. 

“That… ah, that obvious, huh?” You stammered out. Was it really that obvious? Was just how shitty you felt just written on your face? You couldn’t help but think back to all the times you felt like this around other people. It was that obvious… And no one ever cared…

“Nah,” Ed shook his head. “It’s not that. You hide it pretty well. You just look the way I feel when my head’s being a piece of shit.”

You paused, seemingly realizing what he’d shared with you. “You… You feel like that?” You hated how fragile and almost hopeful your voice sounded. 

Ed sighed, looking ahead at the ocean around you. “Yup. Have on and off for quite a while.” 

“But you’re…” you fumbled for words. You decided to just gesture vaguely at him.

Ed laughed, but there was a kind of tension that wasn’t usually there. “Thanks. But yeah. I do. Doesn’t matter what I do or who I am…” He paused then added a sardonic laugh and a “It fucking sucks.”

“That’s an understatement…” you mumbled. 

 It was odd. Sure you’d gotten to meet Ed as “Ed” rather than Blackbeard but even when he wasn’t Blackbeard, he was so charming and interesting. You certainly knew why so many people were drawn to him. It felt completely wrong for him to feel the way you do.

“You can come hang out in our cabin with Stede and I?” Ed offered, almost out of the blue. 

You immediately rushed to decline. “No, no, I couldn’t possibly bother you both.”

“Wouldn’t be a bother. I’m inviting you. Besides I’m sure Stede wouldn’t mind if you turned up. Hell, he’d probably appreciate having another person around.” Ed was quick to counter. 

“I…” you considered refusing again but in all honesty spending the evening with Ed and Stede sounded nice… “Are you sure?”

“Of course I am!” Ed replied quickly then paused. “I mean… unless you’d feel better if you just went back to your cabin… that’s fine too.” He finished off a bit nervously. 

“Actually spending the evening with you two would be lovely.” Honestly the idea of going back to your cold lonely cabin felt sad. But one question remained. “Why offer though?”

“Because I know how much feeling like that sucks and if I can do anything to help you then I want to. I mean, we're friends.” Ed’s eyes widened. “Are we? Friends that is.”

You smiled somewhat awkwardly. “I think so. Yeah. If you’d want us to be.”

“Hmm. Friends.” Ed mumbled more to himself than to you. He sounded almost proud. Then he glanced at you with a grin. “We should probably head in then. Though I will warn you, Stede just got a new tea set and he’s very excited about it so expect lots of tea.” 

You chuckled. “Sounds good to me.” As Ed turned to leave, you caught his arm the same way he’d caught yours. “Thank you. Seriously.”

Ed grinned. “Of course! We’re friends, remember. And you’re welcome to stick around with us for as long as you need.”

You smiled back. It hadn’t gotten rid of the weight in your mind but it certainly felt so much lighter with your friends around you.

[deaf-solitude]

can i request platonic frenchie&reader where they run scams or heists together? reader can be g/n!

(A/N: Of course! :D So sorry for the delay, I’ve been dealing with a lot these past months and trying to get out of writer's block. I may have gotten… a little off topic and carried away but I meannnn… I had a vision and I ran with it. I hope it didn't come off as romantic due to some dance scenes. Hope you enjoy! <3 (also season 2 RAHHHHHH!!! I’m staying up to date with the episodes as soon as they come out, so feel free to submit requests for season 2 stuff as well!) also this starts in third person, but is written in 2nd person afterwards!)

Pairing: Platonic Frenchie x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: None (aside from rich people ugh). Very fluffy :]

Summary: You and Frenchie snuck into a fancy party to rob some rich people, as one does. The night was going so very smoothly, and you both racked up quite the haul for the night. A bit of trouble arose as you were trying to leave, but there's nothing you can't... dance your way out of?

“Hey, get back here!” A voice shouted from somewhere in the crowded ballroom, but it was only met with giggles and hushed exclamations as two figures rushed away from the fancy Englishman. A few other posh citizens were shoved to the side as they ran, causing them to let out offended gasps and surprised shouts, but that didn’t deter the pair from making their getaway.

“Go, go, go!” One of the two encouraged, pushing the man in front of them around a corner to get away from any pursuers they may have picked up. The two yelped as they turned the corner, coming face to face with a taller, burlier man. He… did not look pleased. The thief behind their male counterpart suddenly launched forward, grabbing his hand and dragging him down another hallway. He stumbled slightly from the abrupt movement, but quickly regained his footing and kept pace with them.

They could hear the larger man giving chase behind them, spurring them to run faster. Through many narrow hallways and past many closed doors (which they didn’t dare test to see if any of them were locked or not), the two finally saw a break as they turned a corner: an ajar door. They charged through the doorway and nearly crashed into the wall opposing it, but scrambled to quietly shut the door behind them anyway. The space was small, almost too small for the both of them, and they were forced to painfully squish together.

They covered each other’s mouths with their hands as they heard the hurried footsteps of their pursuer, lying in wait as they approached and then passed their hiding place. They could hear each other's racing heartbeats in their ears from the close proximity, waiting at least a minute more before even considering moving. Slowly, they exchanged wide-eyed glances before breaking down into quiet laughter.

“Up top!” You exclaimed through laboured breaths, struggling to free your arm before holding one of your hands up toward Frenchie. He grinned and enthusiastically gave you a high five, doing a little fist pump right after. You giggled quietly at his action, covering your mouth with your hand. 

“You got the goods?” Frenchie questioned eagerly, to which you procured a decent sized pouch from behind your back, its contents jingling around as it moved. 

“I sure do,” you responded with a mischievous grin, shaking the pouch slightly before tucking it back behind your back, straightening up a bit–or, as much as you could in the small space. “Now let’s get the fuck outta here, yeah?” You proposed, gesturing the best you could to the small closet the two of you were still standing in.

Frenchie nodded, “right, right.” He leaned forwards to slowly open the closet door, carefully peeking his head out to scan the hallway. Empty. He withdrew his head and gave you a thumbs up, indicating the coast was clear, before shoving his hands in the small, intricate satchel tied around his waist, trying to look for something. He fished out two masquerade-esque masks with a flourish a few moments later, the masks similar to the ones some of the other guests were wearing, but a little more crude due to the materials Frenchie had on hand when making them. “Our disguises,” he announced, handing the one over to you that matched your outfit’s theme and colours.

“Oooo, very nice,” you complimented, taking the mask offered to you gently. It covered a little more of your face than a normal mask would, and yours had some beautiful feathers fanning out from one side, no doubt stolen from that rich man’s ship that Blackbeard’s crew had raided earlier. “You sure these masks will be enough to stop people from recognizing us? Or rather, the blokes that were chasing us earlier?” You questioned as you fastened the mask to your face, adjusting the string holding it in place so it wouldn’t slip.

“Oh yeah, a hundred percent. We’ll be out of here in no time.” Frenchie reassured, waving a dismissing hand at you as he fumbled to put his own mask on. You nodded at Frenchie’s words, choosing to believe him rather than fret over the fact that the masks would definitely not conceal your identities well enough, but you supposed you would cross that bridge when you got to it.

Within a few more moments, you were both ready to go, checking that the hallway was clear once more before exiting the cramped closet. You made quick work of navigating the halls the two of you had just been running down, making your way back to the main area. There was only one problem that stood between you and your escape: you had to make your way back through the crowded ballroom, where you had both stolen several valuables from several different people. You found yourself standing in front of that very room before long, pausing in one of the extravagant arches that led into it. It was still as packed as ever, and the band set up in the corner of the room were still playing their baroque music.

“Ugh, this is going to be terrible,” Frenchie groaned, already shivering in discomfort from the thought of having to get through this room in a non suspicious manner, which most likely called for some interaction with these upper class snobs. You also found yourself shuffling your feet anxiously, your mind already jumping to find other solutions. 

“Uh, maybe there’s a way around…?” You had begun to move away from the busy room when suddenly you were taken by the arm and pulled in another direction. Your head snapped to the side to see a posh Englishwoman had hooked her arm with yours, a tight smile on her face. “Oh, darling, I love the embroidery on your outfit! Wherever did you get it?” She gawked, eyeing you –an unsuspected thief– up and down.

You were quick to put up a bashful facade, giving the woman a coy smile in return, but you couldn’t shake the nervous twinge in your body language. “Ah, this old thing?” You waved a hand at her, straightening up a bit, “I’m afraid it’s handmade by a friend of mine, a gift to me. They don’t take clients, unfortunately.” Of course, you were lying through your teeth: this ‘friend’ of yours was actually that wealthy man that had been robbed earlier that day, who had an odd amount of fancy outfits aboard his ship. He was dead now, courtesy of Izzy. You supposed the outfit counted as a gift, along with the feathers adorning your mask.

“Oh, please, you must put in a good word for me! Their work is simply exquisite!” The woman pleaded, holding both of your arms now. You chuckled nervously, trying to wrench yourself from the woman’s uncomfortably tight hold.

“Of course, of course! I’ll be, uh, sure to do that!” You responded hastily, your gaze flicking to the side to meet Frenchie’s, but instead found that he was missing from where you were just standing next to him. Your eyes widened in panic, beginning to search the rest of the room for your companion. Luckily, it didn’t take long for you to catch a glimpse of him again, the poor man also being dragged away and crowded around by some posh couple. 

Shit, you cursed inwardly, excusing yourself from the Englishwoman as you began to make your way over to Frenchie again. You nearly groaned as yet another person intercepted your path, talking your ear off about some party gossip you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to at the moment, only responding in hums and nods as you kept your eye on Frenchie. Eventually, he turned and met your gaze with a distraught expression, a frown tugging at his lips.

At that moment, a new song started up, and all of the partygoers suddenly perked up and started to cheer, seemingly getting into… pairs? Oh. OH. Your heart dropped into your stomach, realizing that people were starting to dance. Unfortunately for you, it seemed as though the crowd was pulling in any dance partner they could find, which included onlookers. You looked back to Frenchie with a panicked look–you were never confident in your ability to dance. He gave you an empathetic look, shrugging before being pulled away by a tipsy woman who was far too giggly for his liking.

“Out of all the fucking times,” You grumbled to yourself, your fists clenching at your sides in annoyance and slight nervousness. A tap on your shoulder had you whirling around, your posture stiff as you stared at the masked woman who had wanted your attention.

“Oh hun, you seem awfully lonely. It’d be a shame if you missed out on all the fun,” she purred, holding out a hand. You hesitated, trying to ease the tension in your voice and body by clearing your throat as you scratched the back of your neck.

“Oh, I don’t know… I’m not the best dancer,” you explained, but your hand was grabbed by the woman anyway. You were startled at first, every muscle in your body screaming to pull away from the unfamiliar woman, but fuck it, causing a scene was the last thing you needed right now.

“That’s quite alright, just follow my lead,” the woman responded quietly, unnaturally kind for someone of her stature. You nodded without a word, letting the woman take the lead in a more relaxed step pattern. It was easier to get into the flow than you thought, and after a bit of stumbling, you were following the woman’s movements effortlessly. She smiled up at you, pulling you a bit closer. “See? You’re a natural.”

You barked a laugh and dare you say, although the woman’s proximity was a bit worrisome, you found yourself having a bit of fun. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually enjoyed dancing without making yourself look like a fool. “I wouldn’t say a natural,” you responded casually, your gaze wandering to inspect the rest of the ballroom, looking for a way out despite the fun of it. That’s when you spotted your counterpart a few feet away, trying his damndest to keep up with an overly eager damsel. You suppressed a laugh, lest you make your own dance partner suspicious, and took the lead to slowly make your way over to him.

“Fancy seeing you here,” You smirked as you passed Frenchie on the dance floor, bumping your hip into his as you spun your dance partner away from yourself for a moment. Frenchie, taken off guard for a second, chuckled at the action and was grinning at your unusual confidence, but was pulled away by his own dance partner before he could get a word in. The interaction left a giddy smile on your face, even as your dance partner came spinning back into your arms.

After another minute or so, the song picked up the pace and suddenly everyone was switching dance partners. Despite her friendly attitude, you still couldn’t help slipping off the gold rings around the woman’s fingers as the two of you parted, discreetly pocketing them with a smug smile. You half-bowed to her as you scurried off, hoping she wouldn’t notice the small accessories missing anytime soon.

You tried picking out Frenchie in the crowd as everyone mingled again, but were unable to before a man approached you with unmistakable, arrogant confidence. “Why, hello there,” he greeted, his voice nasally and annoying as he grabbed your arm and pulled you much too close to him, “may I have this dance with you?”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying your best to keep your smile from slipping as you eyed the exit, still having half the room to traverse. You turn your attention back to the man in front of you, eying him up and down with a feigned look of coyness. “I suppose,” you trailed off, fighting hard to bite back any snarky remarks or pointed looks. As he took your hand and started to lead you in dance, however, you couldn’t stop yourself from stepping on his shiny shoes a few times… accidentally, of course.

You found yourself smiling, not because of the dancing, but from the pure enjoyment of toying with the man in front of you as he tried to remain polite, despite his lips twitching in annoyance. Another step on his foot nearly had him pushing you away from him, and you tried hard not to laugh. It came out as a stifled inhale, easily mistaken for a gasp. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight,” you pouted up at the man, rolling your head to the side to rest it on your shoulder.

The man sighed heavily, but still managed to give you a strained smile as he pulled you close again. “Ah, it seems dancing just isn’t your forte,” he rudely commented, his hand trailing up to your face and towards your mask, “maybe we should just cut to the chase, hm? See that pretty face of yours?” 

Your facade broke instantly, reflexes almost lightning-quick as you seized the man’s wrist in your hand, your breathing suddenly uneven with anger and surprise. You glared up at him as your lip pulled back into a scowl, but before you had the chance to spit any insults at him, everyone was changing partners again.

You swiped the jeweled bangle from his wrist in all the commotion before eagerly shoving the man away, who stumbled from the force. He was taken aback to see you flipping him off as you backed away from him, giving him a disgusted look. He didn’t have any time to take action against your sudden impertinence as another woman swooped in and begged for him to dance with her, but you still refused to turn your back on him as you continued walking backwards.

That is, until you inevitably backed into someone. 

You whipped around, agitated and ready to snap at whoever had gotten in your way, but your expression and posture immediately softened when you saw who it was. “Hey! Thought I lost you for good for a second there!” Frenchie exclaimed, smiling brightly at you. It was contagious, really, and you found yourself smiling along with him.

“Yeah, it’s easy to get caught up with the crowd in here,” you chuckled, tension leaving your body with every second spent being in Frenchie’s presence. You don’t know what you would’ve done if you had to spend one more second mingling with these upper class gits.

“Tell me about it! I never knew these snobs could be so energetic,” he admitted with a sigh, and now you could see the exhaustion that had begun to slow his movements down. You hummed in response, your eyes flicking to the side as you caught an Englishwoman approaching the two of you in your peripheral vision. You were quick to grab Frenchie’s hands in response, pulling him in the opposite direction and easily transitioning into a slower dance in order to prevent the two of you from getting dragged apart again. He let out a small yelp of surprise from the action, but didn’t pull away or protest as you guided him away from any prying hands. 

You were both silent for a moment while you focused on getting into the rhythm, but before long, you had looked up and made eye contact with him, causing the two of you to burst out into stifled laughter; laughter from the absolute insanity of your situation. “You’re not a bad dancer, if I do say so myself,” Frenchie grinned, promptly stepping on your foot and immediately gasping out an apology as he did. You winced a bit, but laughed it off when you caught sight of his guilty expression, his lip pouted as it usually was.

“Thank you! It doesn’t seem you’ve gotten the hang of it though, eh?” You joked, continuing to lead him in the half-ballroom style the majority of the partygoers had adopted. It was so easy with Frenchie, despite his slightly messy footwork: easier than it had been with the first woman you danced with.

“Oh, fuck off, will you?” Frenchie retorted, smacking your arm lightly. A warm laugh bubbled up from your chest again, and you were unable to fight the bright smile that stretched across your face. You debated spinning Frenchie away from you for his little comment, but when you went to see if there was room behind him for the maneuver, you paused very suddenly and caused Frenchie to stumble.

“Wh-? What’d you do that for?” He whined, following your gaze as he looked over his shoulder. You were both suddenly frozen in place, realizing you had made it to the other side of the room with your antics. The two of you stared in disbelief for a moment, trying to figure out how you had even ended up here–if you even wanted to leave–before a loud shout resounded behind you: “There they are! Get them!” 

Dread filled both of you, slowly turning around to see the two men that were chasing you earlier, and then slowly turning to look at each other. The moment you made eye contact, you bolted forwards and out of the ballroom with the two men in tow again.

Through the marbled front foyer and out the grand double doors, you two left the beach-side building sprinting, laughing and shouting as the men tried to give chase behind you. You both stumbled onto the beach, Frenchie momentarily losing his footing in the soft sand before you pulled him back up to his feet and continued running. The cool ocean breeze was like heaven on your skin, cooling you down from the stuffy interior of that stupid ballroom.

When you reached the rocky shoreline, Frenchie almost leapt into the rowboat hidden behind a larger formation of rocks, despite the men having stopped chasing as you ran onto the beach. You were both still giggling at the whole interaction, not even noticing that the bottom of your outfit was getting wet as you clumsily pushed the rowboat out and hopped in yourself.

You both lay in the small dinghy for a moment, exhausted but entertained, as you attempted to catch your breath. “Fuckin’ mental,” you mumbled, leaning your head back and over the side of the rowboat. Frenchie hummed quietly in response, and when you sat up to look at him, he looked like he was on the verge of passing out; his eyes were firmly shut and his limbs splayed out across some of the benches, but his lips were still slanted upwards in a small, soft smile.

You shook your head with a light chuckle, taking off your mask and fully sitting up, adjusting your position so you could start paddling back to the Revenge, which was anchored a little ways off the coast. It was late now: the sun had begun to dip below the horizon line and painted everything in a brilliant orange light. Backdropped against the fading sun, the Revenge looked even more magnificent than usual.

Frenchie called your name quietly, and your eyes moved back to him to see that he had straightened up a bit and his mask had been removed as well. “Pass the bag here, yeah?” He mumbled, his movements sluggish as he extended a hand out with a grabbing motion. You snickered and stopped rowing for a moment, reaching your hand behind your back to untie the bag from your belt. In a few moments, the small bag was in Frenchie’s hands, and he was eagerly digging through it like a kid on Christmas.

He went through the pouch of assorted jewelry, pulling out a few different accessories to examine before dumping them back in. There was a surplus of pearl necklaces, of which he promptly ignored. Finally, he caught a glimpse of a bejeweled necklace and pulled it from the bag, studying it carefully in his hands. The gems that adorned the necklace were bright and beautifully cut, reflecting the orange light of the sunset in every which way.

It wasn’t long before he lifted the necklace up to his neck and made some smug expression, turning his nose up in an exaggerated manner. “Why, I can’t believe you’d disrespect me so!” Frenchie croaked, his voice a bit hoarse as he strained to talk in an octave above his usual tone. “Do you not know who I am? I am Zippery Von Sweets the sixth! I-”

You had already been fighting laughter for the entirety of his impression, but as soon as he had uttered that ridiculous name, you cut the rest of his impression off and started cackling. Watching you doubling over, Frenchie joined in soon thereafter and threw his head back as you both laughed, the action rocking the boat slightly.

To say tonight was a success would be an understatement.

End. <3

[just-a-beatlemaniac69]

I really hope that OFMD season 2 will get people wanting to write for Stede more.

Because the lack of Stede Bonnet x Reader fics that are on here (whether it’s platonic or romantic) feel absolutely criminal. 😭

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RULES/GUIDELINES:

what i WILL write

***unless specified or requested, most of my work WILL be GN!Reader

fluff

hurt, no comfort

angst

one shots

platonic pairings (family, friends, etc.)

romantic pairings

comfort

head cannons

SFW pieces

AU's

just ask, chances are it's probably in the clear

etc

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smut

major age gaps

underage characters in romantic relationships --- unless specified, characters will and must be at least 19 for me to write about them

rape scenarios

anything harry potter or relating to it

anything remotely related to or similar to any type of cannibalism

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✎ BULLET TRAIN ✎

Tangerine x Reader

𖦹 New Opportunities: You are a nurse at a residency near Kyoto, Tokyo. You had been called in to go to the wreck of a bullet train that smashed through a wall into a city. On your way, you spot two men walking on a road looking disheveled. You patch Tangerine up, and he offers you a job working for him and Lemon.  PART 1 ///

𖦹 Late Night Talking: You had been having a hard time recently and it all hits a wall when Tangerine comes home early in a bad mood and accidentally scares you. You end up sobbing in his arms.

𖦹 I Wish You Would: One of your very best friends has just gotten engaged and asks your friend group to spend an entire night partying in celebration. You agree as you adore your friends. Come to find out, one of the security men her father hires regularly just so happens to be Tangerine, a man you haven't been able to get off the mind since a moment was ruined months prior.

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A/N: if you have requests, send them my way! and i love hearing feedback! im not super familiar with tumblr really so this is still a HUGE learning curve for me, so if you see something say something! also just to make it clear, i completely reserve the right to just simply not write something!

i'm multifandom so i would love to eventually write for more than just Bullet Train, but that's what im glued to as of right now

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FANDOMS IM IN AND MIGHT WRITE FOR IN THE FUTURE:

Bullet Train

D!SMP

OFMD

Avengers

The Last of Us

Moonknight

The Mandalorian

Criminal Minds

Grey's Anatomy

most of pedro pascal's characters

arrested development

✧ if there's a fandom or person you want to see me write, feel free to request them! i do some research on who and what im writing for most of the times! if that person isn't on the list send them in, but please add some base details about them so im not totally in the dark!

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[creepsandpeeps]

Hello! I’m Punkin!

I’m a writer in many fandoms but one that I’ve always stuck around in was creepypasta. After some rekindling with a friend about it, I’ve decided to spring up this blog! Here I will only write for creepypasta, but if you enjoy my writing I have blogs for other fandoms too that are tagged at the end of this post.

Below is requesting rules and such!

Requests: OPEN!

Characters I write for:

Ticci Toby

Jeff The Killer

Jane The Killer

Slenderman

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack

Sally

BEN drowned

Liu/Sully

Nina The Killer

Kate The Chaser

Maybe Clockwork

Others if you ask and I’m familiar.

I will write:

Character x Reader

Character x Character

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Found Family

Romantic

Plantonic

Queer Platonic

And more depending on what you ask for!

I will NOT write:

Sexual situations/smut

Pedo-esc situations (romance requests with child characters)

Yandere anything

Anything that I don’t particularly want to! If your request is weird, I’ll probably deny it.

Main blog: @punkin-time

OFMD blog: @feline-bandits

TLOU blog: @the-few-of-us

(Mostly abandoned) MCYT blog: @quinn-styx

[underwhelmingalchemist]

Got tagged in a "get to know your fellow fic writers better" post by @bebx (thank you!), so here we go!

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

2012, I believe. It was an [anime redacted] x reader fic on Deviantart. It's still up because some people genuinely enjoyed what I made and I don't want to take that from them, but jesus h. fuck was it bad. But also, I was 12, so I'm going to cut myself some slack

First character you wrote for:

Luke Skywalker, in a never-to-be-published self-insert SW:EU fic I wrote at age 11. I was obsessed with the Expanded Universe and wrote both me and my crush into it, changed our names, and genuinely thought I could get it into the EU

Main Character(s) you're currently writing for:

OC wise, the characters of my werewolf story. Fanfic wise, I'm currently writing Tony Stark and Steve Rogers for my sort of unofficial, loosely organized kinktober I'm doing on my own. Also, I write Bucky a lot. And Sam.

Character(s) you haven't written about before but plan on writing soon:

Not quite sure, actually. I tend to find the ones I like and stick with them for years going forward

Fandom(s) you're currently writing for:

MCU, mainly, but I'm sure I'll end up with some OFMD fics after tomorrow (Oct 5th)

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Background characters, but I love Nat and Clint as queerplatonic besties

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Oh boy, let's go. Not all of these are published, but: stony, stucky, stuckony, winteriron, stevesambucky, sambucky, lokius, destiel, blackbonnet, and a few others I'm sure I'm forgetting

Your top three tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

I spent way too long thinking this was about the tags you post for the most. I think this means the tags you read the most? So I guess that would be smut, fix-it, and 'mutual pining they're just idiots'

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3!

Snippet of the wip you're currently working on:

It's pure smut, so this is going under the cut

No pressure tags: I know exactly one other fic author who I actually talk to so @unlifeira

“Fuck!” Tony’s hips jutted forward, pressing against Steve. With that little bit of urging, all that self-control was gone, and he was rolling his hips again, dragging his cock against the bulletproof leather. He could feel Steve’s cock under it, reacting to the pressure. Steve’s breath was hot against his ear and neck as he worked on a mark, his work occasionally interrupted with groans at the feeling of Tony against him.

[brwnicons]

Can you do a ofmd one? Also do you do platonic ones? If so can you do like a modern!reader that goes back in time and somehow appears on stede’s ship? Reader has a father/child relationship with Ed and Stede! If you don’t wanna you don’t have to! And please tag me !

☆ Platonic writing makes me so soft I love it <3 Hope you like it! ☆

Platonic Ed & Stede x Young!Modern!Reader

Tags: Gn!Reader, Fluff, Platonic relationship, Ed & Stede are together

TW: None that I can recall!

Please tell me if you find any mistake

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A cradling feeling startled you and as you opened your eyes you could feel something really odd about your surroundings. You could feel a tight rope attaching your body to a harsh surface by your abdomen, making it unable to move or run away. The hot sun hit your face with fierce and could only furrow your brows and squeez your eyes shut, softly whining little asks about where you were.

"Why, good morning, lad!", a blond man dressed in clothes proper from a British history book looked at you with a smile, "Welcome to The Revenge! I'm the Gentleman Pirate and you're now our dear prisoner. We all hope you enjoy your instance here."

And with the blink of an eye, you ended up became adopted by a couple of gay pirates that were curious about your manners and clothes. Phew, what a life, uh?

▪︎ At first it's difficult for you to adapt to the new era. Stede and Ed only notice that you act a bit odd around everyone but associate it with your lack of interaction with people or some kind of social anxiety.

But the truth is that you have to be careful if you don't want to end up mention something you shouldn't by accident (you once comment that you wished to have your camera with you when watching a sunset with Stede and you almost faint when they asked what you meant by it)

▪︎In the end, Stede gets used to your "unusual speech" and plays along, thinking that it might be because you're young. However, it's better to not try to explain him what poggers or lol means.

▪︎Ed, on the other hand, is entertained by hearing you speak and say your usual, weird expressions. He always breaks into laughter when you call someone a hippie or when you tell him something like "yasss queen slay!" when he shows the new outfit Stede chose for him.

▪︎Ed is highly probable to be calling anyone on the crew bestie. Izzy hates it with all of his soul.

▪︎Of course they spoil you rotten with snacks, clothes, jewelry... If you enjoy reading Stede buys you every book he finds. About books, one of Stede's favourite activities to do with you is to read together in his room, ocasionally commenting something from any book that has surprised either of you. You could be together, reading the same book or reading separately while deep in a comfortable silence. Either way, the love and warm comfort can be felt in the atmosphere.

▪︎Ed will teach you how fight! Though he never lets you try to fight against some real enemy since he is afraid you'll get hurt. However, you can try the art of fuckery with him and mess with your enemies!

▪︎Needless to say that the work of cleaning the deck has /casually/ never reached you

▪︎When you dock to some island or village, they love to wander with you, showing you everything around

▪︎You three end up at some food stand enjoying some cold drinks and a snack of your choice

▪︎About food. If you feel nostalgic because your favourite food hasn't been invented yet, you can try to describe it to your fathers captains and you can be sure they'll try as hard as they can to replicate it. Who knows, maybe you can teach them new recipes! [You'll know whose fault was when archeologists happen to find a hamburger and date it more than 100 years before it should]

- [This last Izzy blurb is free because I may be a person but, before, I'm an Izzy simp]

He doesn't accept your incorporation at first, thinking you are too young to be a pirate and that you would only be a burden. In fact, he is only worried about you. He thinks you're too young to enter the bloody world of piracy and violence.

However, it doesn't take much until you make your way into his heart and win his love. He is the one that insists on you learning swordfighting and how to defend yourself more or less. He may be grumpy, but he won't ever yell at you and he's always for you if you need someone to cry on and ask for advice.

If Ed and Stede even fight and you feel lost he's there to comfort you, assuring you he would speak to Ed about it [as much as he hates their relationship].

[gonzo-rella]

Imagine: Blackbeard Asking/Ordering You To Join His Crew (Partially For Izzy)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (implied romantic), Blackbeard/Edward Teach x gn!reader (implied non-romantic), Blackbeard/Edward Teach x Izzy Hands (implied platonic), Frenchie x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: OFMD season 1 finale spoilers, just typical pirate stuff. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: I’m hoping this won’t seem too OOC for finale Blackbeard or Izzy. I’ve got another idea for a finale-based Izzy imagine, where the reader is left stranded with the crew; let me know if you’d like to see it (though I’ll likely write it anyway). [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])

“Next!”

You shuddered at Ed’s harsh tone. 

As you stepped into Stede’s old cabin, you anxiously eyed Frenchie, who was yanked back by Fang. Your eyes widened when your gaze landed on Jim. 

Why were they lying unconscious on the floor? Would the same happen to you and Frenchie?

Everything had seemed so strange today, and no valid explanation had really been given. You hadn’t seen Lucius nor Ed all morning, you’d been ordered to dump all of Stede’s books into the sea and Izzy had been limping around with a toe missing. It was something you didn’t want to question in case you were right about something being amiss. After all, you quite liked your toes as they were.

“You wanted to see me, Captain?” you prompted, voice trembling as you finally locked eyes with Blackbeard. His icy, almost empty stare stood out against the black smeared across his face.

"Yes, Y/N,” he greeted casually, almost dismissively. He was polishing something you couldn’t quite see in the dim light of the room (you assumed it was a weapon). Your heart began to race. “You’re a mediocre pirate. You certainly don’t have the stomach for this life. I mean, you look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

He chuckled, as though he found your terror amusing. The laughter made him seem far more menacing. You swallowed your saliva in an attempt to clear the lump that had formed in your throat.

“But-” A wave of relief washed over you. “Izzy vouched for you, and I think you’re alright. So, what say you to being our cabin boy, eh? Just like old times.”

You stared at him almost blankly for a moment.

“Y-your... cabin boy, sir?” you repeated incredulously.

He leaned forward and sent you a glare. Your heart stopped- at least, that’s what it felt like. If possible, your eyes widened even more. You were too on-edge to wonder why Izzy had decided to vouch for you.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” you quickly apologised, your bottom lip quivering. “It-it’d be an honour to sail with you as your cabin boy, Captain.”

Ed smiled. It didn’t ease your anxiety. Then again, you didn’t think it was supposed to.

“Good. It’d be a shame to have to chuck you into the sea with that mate of yours, wouldn’t it?”

Your face completely dropped.

He glanced between you and Frenchie, then didn’t bother to look at either of you, now focused on polishing his weapon.

“Get ‘em to work, Fang.”

[raggedy-dxctor]

hello! if it's okay, would i be able to make an our flag means death request with ed talking the reader down from an anxiety attack? if you're able to, it would be cool to have a gender neutral reader. no worries if you're too busy or if you don't write for those characters, i hope it's not too much of a bother to ask! i hope you have a lovely day :)

ed claming the reader down after an anxiety attack

this is more of a platonic fic but it's completely up to your interpretation if you want it to be different:))

pairing(s): platonic! ed teach x reader

he's the absolute sweetest about it

he manages to notice it before it even comes on

like you're slightly overwhelmed by the crew and he notices an oncoming anxiety attack and takes you away, making an excuse that he needs you to write something for him

he takes you to the dining area and sits down on the bench with you as you start shaking

so he pulls you into a hug and rubs your arm, reassuring you that you're ok and safe

he will not leave your side until he knows your ok

let's you rant, vent, cry, the lot

always has kind words and reassurance to offer you

his voice is slow and soft, he never raises it or gets angry, he's just purely understanding and empathetic

"i don't know ed i just-" "you know that's ok, right y/n? sometimes we just... don't know what to do and that's ok! you're not alone and everyone is here for you" he brings you into anothwr hug and rests your head on his shoulder, gently rubbing your back

even hums some sea shanties to calm you down

you ask him how he's so good at this and just shrugs, blaming his talent on izzy and stede, apparently they're both prone to moments of panic and anxiety too, so he's gradually learnt the best ways to calm them both down

after that he always subtly checks in on you, if you don't want they crew to know they won't. it's as simple as that. they won't even be suspicious of the fact that you're both lying to them

[littleoddwriter]

Don’t mind me crawling in here :33 Saw that you write for OFMD and I’m yelling..,..,.

Also, you‘re absolutely correct. Stede stole my heart pretty much immediately. Can I request a platonic Stede x transmasc reader?

Reader is extremely young and on the run from his family because of his identity and begs Stede to allow him on the ship. Stede hesitantly agrees but comes to adore the reader pretty quickly. Stede gives him his clothes to wear (they’re a bit too big but the reader still looks handsome in that big frilly shirt :3) and eventually realizes that he sees the reader as his own child.

The whole crew kinda adores the reader. Jim teaches him how to throw knives, Frenchie teaches him a few songs etc.!

I initially had more ideas for when Ed eventually appears but I don’t wanna make the request too long 😅 (just tell me if you wanna continue the story)

New Family | Stede Bonnet & TransMasc!Child!Reader (Platonic)

Hey there!!! Right? He's just so <3 <3 <3 Ah, thank you so much for the request! I really hope you like what I've done with it. I'd be happy to do a sequel with Ed coming along! No idea when that might happen, but feel free to send me your ideas for it. :') OH! And, happy renewal of OFMD!!! :D <3

summary; See above.

notes; TransMasc!Reader; Reader is a Child (unspecified age, but probably around 12 I'd say); Transphobia; Gender Dysphoria Mention; Platonic Relationship; Father Figure Stede; Found Family; Mild Hurt/Comfort (in a way?).

When you had told your parents that you felt more masculine, that boyhood was more attractive to you than the girlhood you felt forced into your entire life, it hadn’t gone over well at all. They threatened you. Either you would accept that you were a girl, or you were going to pay hell for soiling their family with your madness. You knew they were serious. But you couldn’t do it. Being a girl wasn’t for you.

And so you ran. 

In the middle of the night, you packed the few things that belonged to you, escaped through your room’s window and just ran. You had no idea where to, until you bumped into Stede Bonnet on the way to his huge ship. Everyone on the island knew him.

He yelped, dropping what he held in his hands. Clothes and a bag. Exactly what you had packed, too. Was he running, too? 

“Oh, God! I’m sorry,” Mr Bonnet said, bending down to pick up his belongings. 

Watching him, you asked what was burning on your tongue, “Are you running away, too?”

“What? No! No, no, no. I’m not running away. I, um, I-” He attempted to come up with a lie, but failed. His shoulders slumped with his sigh, “Yes, all right. But please don’t tell anyone!”

“I won’t. If you take me with you,” you responded.

“Why would I do that?” he asked incredulously.

“I’m running away from my family. For my own safety. Please, Mr Bonnet! Please take me with you! I don’t care where you go. And I promise I’ll behave!” you started to beg, getting on your knees.

“It’s too dangerous, I think. I’m leaving to become a pirate, kid. That’s not for children,” he told you sadly, kneeling on the ground to be on eye level with you. 

“Please! My parents will kill me if I don’t leave and I can’t get off the island by myself. Please help me,” you tried again, letting the tears well up in your eyes and slip out. Perhaps those would convince him after all.

For a long moment, Mr Bonnet looked at you.

And then he sighed in defeat and nodded, “Fine. You may come with me, then.”

Hugging him tightly for a few seconds, you thanked him over and over again. You were safe from the wrath of your parents, now. You didn’t care about anything else.

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For a while, Stede doubted his decision to take you with him. It was dangerous out on the sea. Children didn’t belong on a pirate ship. But they also didn’t belong with parents that were ready to do unspeakable things to them simply because of their identity, as he’d found out. You had told him the whole story upon questioning, once you were on the water. He sympathised with you. 

After all, wasn’t that part of why he had run away? Yes, he wanted to be a pirate and escape his boring day to day life on land and experience things; but he also lived in despair in a loveless marriage with children that reminded him that he shall never have what he yearned for. It wasn’t his kids’ fault, of course, but they were the most crushing evidence of his dreams slipping through his fingers. 

Maybe you both had a chance now. 

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A couple of months later, Stede found that he came to adore you. He had always adored his children and he missed them dearly. So, to have you was like a second chance in a way. With you, he still had a child. At least that was what you were to him. And he promised himself not to fail you like he did with his own children.

During those months, you had also outgrown the few clothes that you had brought with yourself, after a growth spurt. In order to keep you dressed and make you feel good about yourself at the same time, as you liked clothes that were a bit bigger, he gave you some of his. He had more than enough, after all. 

Now, you always ran around in one of his frilly white shirts and a pair of his less fancy pants, which you had picked out yourself, holding them up with a scarf wrapped around your waist. You seemed to be happy. And strangely enough that was mostly what mattered to him at the moment. Piracy almost came second to your happiness.

In fact, though, the entire crew came to like you a lot. You were quite the star among them, making even the most stoic of them smile. They all liked to spend time with you and teach you things, Stede found.

One time he went down to the kitchen and saw Roach teach you how to cut and cook fish properly. The proud smile on your face when Roach praised you for doing good work warmed Stede’s heart. After that, you spent more time downstairs, learning how to cook and preparing meals with Roach. 

Lucius taught you how to read and write, or rather, he continued to teach you how to do it, as you knew the basics already. 

Jim showed you how to throw knives. Something Stede wasn’t the biggest fan of, but he guessed you had to learn how to defend yourself. Besides, it was quite amusing to watch you miss a target again and again, until eventually, you managed to hit it spot on, shouting in glee. 

“Good job!” he told you with a proud smile and a pat on the back. 

You beamed at him, “Thank you! Jim’s a great teacher.” 

In response, Jim ruffled your hair, making you chuckle.

With a fond smile on his lips, Stede watched the scene unfold right in front of him. Jim wasn’t usually known for showing affection, but even they couldn’t resist your charms. The magic of children, Stede mused. 

The next one who taught you something was Frenchie. He taught you how to play one of his many songs on his lute. 

Stede only found out about that when the two of you excitedly called him over one day, along with the rest of the crew, to showcase it.

You played the lute somewhat clumsily, but you were a fast learner and it showed, as you still played it more skilful than he ever could. Frenchie and you both sang along to it, having made up lyrics about your gratefulness for being on the ship and saving your life. Stede couldn’t deny the tears that welled up in his eyes because of it.

Afterwards, he pulled you aside.

“Thank you for this beautiful song, Y/N,” Stede told you gently, holding your shoulder and squeezing it slightly.

You smiled up at him, “Thank you for letting me come with you. I owe you my life and so much more, Captain. Just wanted to do something to express that and Frenchie helped. He’s really nice!”

“That he is,” Stede agreed with you, “And you don’t owe me anything. I’m just glad you’re not having a terrible time on this ship of mine.”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you hugged Stede tightly. With a content smile, he reciprocated the embrace shortly, rubbing your back.

“Come on. Mr Buttons told me another ship is in sight. A big one. We might get a good loot out of it!” 

With time, Stede’s doubts started to leave him. He’s made the right decision by letting you come with him, he knew.

[our-death-means-flag]

{ Just A Bunch of Ideas }

You might have noticed the section I left in my master list for longer fics. I have a few ideas, here they are, let me know if any of them really catch your interest!

I’m probably gonna write all of them at some point. But you can help me pick the order! :D

BlackBonnet x Reader (possibly becomes Steadyhands x Reader), post-season 1, exploring the unhealthy sides of their relationship

Ed and reader we’re sort of together pre canon (they are very in love but they’re not really official) they end up pulling Stede into their relationship and making it official but then the end of the season still happens

Both Ed and Reader are struggling with Stede leaving them behind. Reader is handling it better than Ed (outwardly).

Of course the whole canon Kraken thing happens with Reader going along with it. They do their level best to keep everyone safe while that happens (including rescuing Lucius) but Reader is still doing just as bad as Ed.

Focuses on Reader and Ed, Ed and Izzy, Reader and Izzy and exploring how they are all kinda fucked up (Reader is kind of a mediator so the Ed and Izzy stuff is mildly better than canon but not by much). I find the unhealthy relationships in this show really compelling and I want to focus on them.

Eventually Stede comes back (possibly Izzy realizes that he Fucked Up™ and gets him) and they have to try and put everything back together.

Steadyhands x Reader, modern AU (kinda), time travel, shenanigans, Established Steadyhands, Based on a dream

Ed, Izzy and Stede are not having the greatest day. After being separated from their ship during a very strange storm, they find themselves completely lost. Luckily they stumble on a ship with a friendly stranger willing to help them out! :D Though it’s undoubtedly the weirdest ship they’ve ever seen. It’s made of some kind of strange material with no visible sails or oars and the stranger manning it is all alone. Said stranger is just as bizarre, dressed in strange clothes and not making any sense. Why would they want a “phone” to “call someone”? What’s a “phone”? What’s a “GPS”?

Meanwhile, Modern!Reader is incredibly confused when a trio of strangely dressed men in a tiny dinghy show up in the middle of the ocean. You have no idea how they got out here or what to do. Especially since they seem so baffled by regular topics. Did they get hurt somehow? A concussion? What year is it? Wait what?!?

Basically just modern!reader showing our boys some cool things in the present while you try to find a way to get them back home.

Steadyhands & adopted child!reader; this fandom needs more platonic/parental fics. Established Steadyhands

Reader, desperate to escape a terrible situation, stows away on the Revenge. You manage to stay hidden for a few days but then Stede finds you. You’re more than ready to fight to defend yourself or offer to work non-stop to be allowed to stay. Instead you’re invited into the captains’ cabin for a nice meal.

You’re stunned by the kindness of the crew and (despite your best efforts) end up getting very attached to them all, especially the strange captains and the protective first mate who all but adopt you.

Unfortunately, running from the past is a tricky thing, both for you and your new parents…

Izzy x Reader to Steadyhands x Reader; you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, jealousy 

Stede and Ed are happily in love and Izzy is having a bad time. The Revenge gets damaged during a raid and they have to stop for repairs. Stede declares an impromptu vacation and Izzy is basically forced to come along.

Then he runs into Reader, an old friend who he hasn’t seen in ages (and who Ed doesn’t know). You two immediately reconnect and spend the entire time together first as friends then as lovers.

Initially Ed is glad that Izzy isn’t just sulking, but the longer he watches the two of you spend time together, laugh together (when was the last time he saw Izzy laugh?), dance, spar, and sing (you somehow managed to convince izzy to sing with you), the more jealous he becomes.

Eventually they have to leave and Ed is kind of glad to leave you behind. But you offer to tag along with them. Stede accepts, glad that Izzy’s been less trouble with you around. 

Ed tries to figure out how to deal with his jealousy (and his weird feelings for you on top of that). Stede tries to ignore how much he likes this side of Izzy and also you. Izzy tries to let himself have nice things and wrestles with feeling like he’s betraying Ed for being around you and how much less annoying bonnet is when he's not laser focused on Ed. And reader tries to figure out what the fuck is going on with these three charming handsome idiots.

[deaf-solitude]

I do have a HUGE list of fic ideas, but these are the ones im the most interested in :] ive also got a vampire!frenchie x reader oneshot and a captain!frenchie x captain!reader series brewing rn my mind is so full

I MEANT TO USE & INSTEAD OF / FOR THE PLATONIC ONES DONT LOOK AT ME

[deaf-solitude]

Masterlist!

OFMD

Partners in Crime // Platonic Frenchie & GNReader Oneshot

Bloodsucker Pt. 1 // Vampire!Frenchie x GN!Reader

Bloodsucker Pt.2 // Vampire!Frenchie x GN!Reader

Fallout

In The Shadow of the Valley Pt. 1 // Squire!Thaddeus x Knight!Reader

In The Shadow of the Valley Pt. 2 // Squire!Thaddeus x Knight!Reader

In The Shadow of the Valley Pt. 3 // Squire!Thaddeus x Knight!Reader

In The Shadow of the Valley Pt. 4 // Squire!Thaddeus x Knight!Reader

The Umbrella Academy

Nothing yet ;P

Gravity Falls

Nothing yet ;P

[deaf-solitude]

Requests page ;P (OPEN)

Some info for requesting fics from me! :]

Currently writing for these fandoms (bound to change as I get into/out of fandoms):

OFMD

Umbrella Academy

Fallout TV Show (+Travis Miles bc I love him)

9-1-1

Sweet Tooth

Gravity Falls

Will write:

x readers (any gender)

Angst

Fluff <3

Suggestive themes

Romantic and platonic relationships

Will not write:

Explicit Smut (might change in the future)

Sensitive topics (r*pe, stalking, yandere)

Non-canon character x character ships (I’m just really bad at them ok)

Incest (especially in the case of Umbrella Academy 😭)

Specific Exceptions:

I will not be writing romantic fics for Izzy Hands. I KNOW people love him, but I absolutely suck at writing him in a romantic setting and I’m unable to do him justice 😭

Whew sorry for writing so much, gotta make sure I’ve explained myself properly lol. If anything you want to request isn’t listed above, lmk! :]

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Jim Jimenez, Frenchie And You Aboard Blackbeard’s Revenge

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI 

Relationship(s): Jim Jimenez x gn!reader (romantic or platonic), Frenchie x gn!reader (romantic or platonic)

Warnings: Nothing you wouldn’t see in OFMD, finale spoilers (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: I figured this would be an alright (albeit possibly quite niche) idea, plus there’s not enough Jim or Frenchie stuff out there. I really like the idea of Ed making the reader his ‘cabin boy’ that I used in this imagine, so it’s kind of implied that this is the reader’s role in these sets of headcanons too (without the romantic Izzy implications, but feel free to imagine what you want, I guess). [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])

JIM

They’re definitely in a better position than you, considering their competence and skills.

That makes it easier for them to get away with helping you.

Jim will stand up for you when you’re being tormented by Blackbeard and his crew.

They know they’re a valuable asset to Blackbeard, and that he’s unlikely to allow anyone to do much damage to them that they can’t handle.

If anyone suggests that Blackbeard might as well get rid of you, Jim will definitely vouch for you.

Sometimes, they’ll lighten your workload when they’ve finished their allocated tasks, regardless of the fact that they’ll probably get into trouble for it.

Though, they’d know to stop when there’s a chance of you getting into trouble for them helping you, since you’re more ‘disposable’ than Jim.

They feel bad for not always being able to help you, but they don’t want to be the person who lost you a toe.

If you’re being underfed (something I imagine being given as a form of punishment), Jim would definitely find a way to sneak you some extra food and water.

Even though they’re not great at emotional support in terms of affection, you really appreciate them putting themself in harm’s way for you.

FRENCHIE

You and Frenchie are at the bottom of the hierarchy on the Revenge when Blackbeard takes over.

Frenchie’s (understandably) too terrified to stand up for you (most of the time, anyway).

He’ll speak up, albeit hesitantly and timidly, when he thinks there’s going to be an immediate and/or especially negative effect on you in a physical, emotional, psychological etc. sense.

You’ll do the same for him, too.

Unlike Jim, he will provide you with a great deal of emotional support in the form of hugs, words of encouragement and singing softly to you (even if Izzy tells him to shut the fuck up).

Like Jim, he’ll definitely help you out when you’re being overworked.

You’ll take on a few of his jobs if he needs it, too.

If you ever get injured, Frenchie will offer to take care of it for you (I’m guessing Izzy will have told you to ‘deal with it yourself’).

He’ll also be your shoulder to cry on if you need.

When he’s struggling too, you’ll try his best to support him in what ways you can.

After all, you only really have each other.

[gonzo-rella]

Talk It Through As A Crew (pt. 1) | Izzy Hands (ft. The (Marooned) Crew Of The Revenge)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI 

PART 1, PART 2

Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (romantic), the Crew (Oluwande, Buttons, Wee John, Black Pete, Roach and the Swede) x gn!reader (platonic)

Summary: Oluwande realises that you’re incredibly upset after being marooned. To pass the time and make the best of a bad situation, he suggests that you use your former captain’s policy, which leads to a revelation the crew hadn’t quite anticipated.

Warnings: OFMD season 1 finale spoilers, typical pirate stuff, angst with a bittersweet ending, something you could consider borderline-suicidal ideation (I wouldn’t say it’s too bad, though). (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 2.4k 

(A/N: I absolutely adore this fic- it’s definitely one of my favourites on this blog, and hopefully you’ll agree. I feel like this premise of the crew talking through their feelings after being marooned would also make a great  Blackbonnet (or possibly Steddy Hands) x reader story, so let me know if you’d like me to write that. This is an alternate version of this imagine. Well, it’s alternate in the sense that it also takes place during the finale, but portrays the opposite thing that could have happened. I might write a sequel to this where the reader reunites with Izzy (if you’d like to see it, let me know), but I don’t have an idea worked out yet beyond Bad Blood by Taylor Swift vibes. [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])

The Revenge had shrunk into a dot on the horizon by now.

Everyone appeared so defeated, awaiting death either by sprawling out on the pathetic excuse for an island or sulking (or both). No one wanted to speak. It would have been silent were it not for the sea.

Tears welled in your eyes and a lump formed in your throat. Everything, the conflict, the revenge, the betrayals, had culminated in this, and you weren’t sure that you could hold it in any longer. Even after being part of Stede’s crew, the thought of crying in front of the others was mortifying. They were in the same situation as you, and none of them were crying about it, were they?

Still, what you wanted and what you needed were completely different things. That’s why you finally allowed your sobs to escape. You buried your face in your hands, which were immediately dampened by your tears (and the sheen of sweat that had formed thanks to the harsh rays of the sun).

One by one, the crew looked over at you, something you didn’t notice because your eyes were covered and you had your back to most of them..

“Are they crying?” Wee John asked in a hushed voice- an attempt at one, anyway. You didn’t bother wondering who he was speaking to.

After around a minute, your sobs dissolved into sniffling and whimpering. You peeled your palms from your face, dried them on your shirt then used the backs of your hands to wipe away your tears and snot.

Oluwande examined your face (or what he could see of it), though he was more than aware that you were upset (and he could hazard a guess as to why). After a moment of thought, he rested a hand on your shoulder and gently squoze it. It silenced you for a moment, taking you by surprise. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Buttons shuffle over to you, situating himself at your side.

“Don’t worry yourself, mate,” Buttons assured. “We won’t eat you first, will we, lads?”

Well, it was a very on-brand attempt to ease your suspected worry. Black Pete, Roach, Wee John and the Swede muttered a series of noncommittal responses.

Oluwande sent him a glare.

“I don’t think that’s exactly what they’re crying about, Buttons.”

“Oh, so they’re fretting about us only having seawater to drink?”

“I’m pretty sure they’re upset about the… general hopelessness of this situation.”

“That’s fair enough. I, myself, am primarily concerned about the fact that the chances of us all getting out of this with our lives and our flesh intact are looking pretty slim at the moment.”

Oluwande went to speak, but you beat him to it.

“Eat me first.” you mumbled monotonously. “I don’t care.”

Oluwande swallowed his saliva, his eyes wide with worry. Sure, things were looking beyond bleak, but no one else had offered to sacrifice themself like that, especially in such a casual tone.

“Y/N...” he faltered. “I know things are looking pretty dire right now, but-”

“I don’t care about that, either. Not really, anyway.”

The crew glanced around at one another in confusion, though you only noticed Buttons and Olu exchanging a puzzled look

“What’s troubling you, then?” Buttons questioned.

You tensed up at that moment. Oluwande felt you stiffen beneath his touch. 

For a moment, nothing happened. No one spoke. You glanced over to Oluwande as he turned to face Black Pete, Roach, the Swede and Wee John, who all knitted their brows as he looked around at them expectantly.

“Come on, guys.” Olu urged.

“What?” Black Pete asked in a cranky tone, finally sitting up.

“Get in a circle.”

“What are you on about?” Roach questioned.

“We’re gonna talk it through as a crew.”

Your shoulders sank, but you turned to face the rest of the crew anyway. Buttons did the same. 

"Talk what through?” the Swede said cluelessly.

He crawled over to join the almost-circle. Roach moved over and sat beside him.

“Well, we’re all in the same shit situation, but I’m guessing some of us are thinking about different things.” Olu shrugged. “So, why don’t we talk about it? It might make us feel a bit better, and that’s all we can really do right now.”

Black Pete groaned and shuffled over to beside Roach.

“Oh, alright, then.” Wee John conceded with a huff. He wedged himself between Buttons and Black Pete.

The crew (or what was left of it) sat there with similar solemn expressions. At first, the only sound (aside from the sea) was your sniffling as you continued to brush away your tears. Oluwande glanced around at everyone.

“Um...Does anyone have anything they want to share?” he began uncertainly. He lacked the confidence of Stede, who would have persisted with this exercise without acknowledging his crew’s noticeable bewilderment and lack of enthusiasm. 

All he received were blank stares, or, in the case of you and Black Pete, a complete avoidance of meeting his gaze. 

“Why don’t I go first then?” Olu suggested. He took in a deep breath and drummed his fingers against the ground. He focused on them as he spoke.

“Jim... and Frenchie are both still on the ship,” Olu explained. “I mean, I think they are. We don’t really know what’s going on. All we know is we were left here, probably to die, and they weren’t. I’m worried something bad could happen to them, too.”

You understood where he was coming from. While you were all certain on some level that most, if not all, of you were going to die on this island, no one knew what would happen to Jim or Frenchie. Not knowing was far worse than knowing, at least that’s what you thought.

“Can’t be anything worse than this, can it?” Roach shrugged.

“Of course it can.” Black Pete scoffed. “Are you forgetting they're on the same ship as one of the deadliest pirates to ever live, and the dick who… gleefully rowed us out here to die?”

You bit your lip and scratched your cheek uncomfortably.

“I thought Blackbeard was nice now.” the Swede chimed in.

“Leaving us stranded in the middle of the ocean isn’t what I’d consider ‘nice’.”

Oluwande sighed. A melancholy silence fell over you.

“If I managed to survive being part of Blackbeard’s crew, odds are Jim’ll be alright.” you commented. “I’m not so sure about Frenchie. Hopefully, they’ll both be okay.”

“I hope so too.”

Olu cleared his throat.

“Who wants to go next?”

Black Pete sighed.

“I’ll go.” he reluctantly volunteered.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, mate.” Olu insisted, picking up on Pete’s hesitance.

“No, it’s fine.” Pete assured, waving his hand dismissively.

“Alright, then. Go ahead.”

“Well, as you all know, Lucius has been missing since last night.” Black Pete began. “After what Blackbeard did to us… fuck knows what happened to him.”

“What are you guys worrying about other people for?” Wee John probed.

“We know what’s gonna happen to us.” Pete answered grimly. “All we really have to worry about now is what’s happening to the people we… love.”

You clenched your jaw and huffed. Unfortunately, the others heard the hoarse rumble.

“Ah, so that’s what’s troubling you.” Buttons concluded.

“What?”

“Love.”

It wasn’t just the sun that was heating up your cheeks now, was it? You looked down as you rubbed your forearm anxiously.

“No…”

“Well, that was the worst lie I’ve ever heard.” Black Pete snorted.

You didn’t bother to argue. Somehow, you were already neck deep in a hole you’d managed to dig in less than 10 seconds.

“Aye,” Buttons agreed. “They’re not even denying it.”

“I didn’t know you were having any… love problems, Y/N.” Oluwande commented in a gentle (and somewhat intrigued) tone.

“Who is it?” Wee John blurted.

“No.”

“You can’t leave it at that, though! Especially when you were crying about it a minute ago.”

“They don't have to answer if they don’t want to.” Olu argued in an attempt at mediation.

“Can we guess?” Roach requested.

“Why do you even care?” you snapped, raising your hands in exasperation

“There’s nothing else to do.”

“My personal problems aren’t something ‘to do’, Roach.”

“Come on. Me and Olu said our things.” Black Pete tried

You groaned and ran your hand over your face. He made a decent point. It must have taken a lot for them to open up like that, and you refusing to do so wasn’t exactly in the spirit of things. Besides, you’d probably be dead in a few days anyway. The least you could do is provide them with something they would find vaguely entertaining.

“Fine.” you conceded through gritted teeth. “I’ll answer your questions if you promise not to be total bellends about it.”

They all uttered a kind of agreement. You sat there stiffly for a moment, attempting to blink away the fresh tears burning your eyes.

“So, who is it?” Wee John repeated.

“Just so we’re clear, you’ve all agreed that,  if even one of you is a bellend about the next word that comes out of my mouth after this sentence, I’m not going to elaborate any further.”

You suspected they figured out which of them you were directly addressing with that warning.

“Just get on with it, man.” Roach ordered.

You took in a deep breath and scratched your neck.

Part of you hoped they didn’t hear you when you reluctantly mumbled, “Izzy.”

“Izzy as in… Izzy Hands?” Black Pete questioned incredulously.

“Mhm.” you hummed, as though the admission caused you pain. Your fingertips trailed to your forehead, which you massaged out of impulse.

Silence. It was better than mockery, you supposed. Then again, it didn’t feel quite right that you’d just confessed such a thing to them, of all people, and not been bombarded with a series of curious, insensitive remarks. You finally dared to look up at them and were alarmed to realise they were all staring at you with wide eyes. It appeared as though at least Black Pete and Wee John were about to explode (presumably due to the myriad of the aforementioned curious, insensitive remarks they were trying their best not to let slip off their tongues).

“I know.” you sighed pitifully. 

Your eyes darted downwards as you gloomily swiped at the tears spilling from your eyes. The silence persisted. You glanced up at Pete and groaned.

“Go on. Say what you have to say.”

“I… Um… What the hell?”

“Fair enough.”

You glanced around.

“What about you, Olu?”

He watched you anxiously, as though you had just threatened him.

“Uh…” he hesitated. “No disrespect or anything but, like… why?”

You decided that focusing on the sky was better than making eye contact with the group of horrified and/or baffled men. After all, it was easier to think of what to say when you cast aside their intense stares.

“I know he’s a total prick. But, I guess, when I used to work on Blackbeard’s ship, something… developed.” you replied. “The feelings are just there and I don’t exactly know why, to be honest.”

“So, these feelings are still there,” Olu wondered. “Even after everything he’s put us all through?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t completely fucking despise the bastard.”

Oluwande was unsettled by your sinister, pained glare, which you directed at your lap.

“God, I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Of course I am, Olu.” you sighed. “You’d have to be an idiot to fall in love with a prick who doesn’t give a shit about you.”

A different kind of silence fell over you, but you didn’t bother to question it until-

“Do they not know?” Black Pete whispered.

“Know what?”

“I don’t think they know.” Roach responded.

“Know what?”

Black Pete exchanged a glance with Roach, but you noticed that everyone looked a tad uncomfortable, if not bewildered.

“Izzy totally had something for you.” Black Pete stated.

You let out a humourless laugh and shook your head. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure he did.” He paused before continuing, “Lucius thought so. Said Izzy had a soft spot for you.”

You froze and swallowed your saliva.

“I know he preferred me over you guys, but if this thing was mutual,” you argued. “He wouldn’t have done this to me.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Once again, tears built up in your eyes. You let them spill. At least they weren’t accompanied by sobs, you thought.

“I don’t care that he doesn’t… like me back,” you stated weakly. “It just really fucking stings, y’know? After everything I let myself feel about him, it turns out I mean so little to him that he could just leave me in the middle of nowhere to die.”

Oluwande patted you on the shoulder again. You were taken by surprise when Buttons clapped a hand on your shoulder, too.

“Love is a cruel mistress.” Buttons proclaimed with a heavy sigh. “Perhaps a crueller mistress than the sea, and definitely a crueller mistress than that wee angry fella. Mustn’t let it get you down, though, especially since you’re probably counting down the days ‘til you kick the bucket, so to speak.”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Besides,” Black Pete added. “You could do a lot better than Izzy.”

“Yeah, way better, mate.” Olu agreed.

A small smile tugged at your lips.

“You know, if we were to ever get off this island,” Roach said with a smirk. “I wouldn’t mind tracking Izzy down, maybe hack off another one, or eight, of his toes”

The Swede, Buttons and Wee John sent him a puzzled look

“One for each of us,” he clarified. “and an extra one for you, Y/N.”

They nodded in understanding and agreement. You chuckled.

“Count me in.” Black Pete shrugged.

“What is it with pirates and revenge?” Olu questioned with narrowed eyes.

“Are you saying you don’t wanna hurt Izzy?” Wee John said incredulously.

“Of course I wanna hurt him, after everything he’s done. If it weren’t for him, everything would still be alright. Even Ed’d probably be fine, too.”

“So, we’re agreed?” Roach looked around at all of you. “If any of us gets out of this, Izzy’s totally fucked?”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. It ached, but it was genuine.

“I like the sound of that.”