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sleekervae · 5 months ago

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The Bride [0.5]

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A/N: I had a nice little push to get this next instalment out. Thanks again for all the support, I'm glad you guys are enjoying this story as much as I enjoy writing it!

Pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

Summary: Jesse returns to the ranch

Warnings: sad smut, angst, alcohol consumption, guns

Word Count: 4,987

Tag List: @poppyflower-22 @ponyslayer

Time was a luxury not enough people appreciated.

Billy and Eleanor still had a few days alone together, and they made the most of it that they could; chores in the house, exploring the land, Billy even taught Eleanor how to shoot a gun. She lamented that despite being Jesse's best mole, he still refused to get her a gun. Billy figured if she couldn't get one yet, the least he could do was show her how to use one properly.

And when the end of the day came, they'd spend their nights curled by the fire, or in bed, learning everything about each other both inside and out. Billy was quickly becoming enamoured with Eleanor, the dimples in her smile, how her brown eyes shone gold in the glow of the fire, her sharp sense of humour, the way her legs clamped around him with every shattering thrust he delivered her. Despite her lifestyle, Eleanor was stable for Billy, he became so comfortable around her very quickly.

But that, of course, was a problem.

A week's time was up soon enough, and while Billy was helping Eleanor draw up water from the well, they both turned when they heard horses thundering down the hill, following by the yips and whoops of the cowboys who rode them. Jesse and his gang had returned; and as the smile fell from Eleanor's face, Billy had a sinking feeling their paradise together was coming to an abrupt, unfortunate end.

The moment Jesse dismounted his horse, it was as though a switch flipped in Eleanor and she suddenly became aloof and sardonic all over again. Just as she had been when he found her in Silver City...

"My God, look-it what the cat dragged back," she sauntered over, her hands stuffed in her back pockets.

Jesse chuckled as he dismounted, "Thought you'd be happier to see me, Ellie,"

"I'm happy to see you alive, that counts for somethin'," she bypassed him to catch up with the rest of the gang. Billy meanwhile remained on the spot, curiosity and apprehension rippling down his spine as Jesse came over.

"Billy. You're alive,"

Billy smiled back, "Guess I am,"

"I've missed you," he grinned, his arm fell on his shoulder with a firm squeeze, "Thank God we found you," he then turned to his gang as the approached, still mounted on their horses, sweaty dirty, and beaten down under the sun.

"Fellas! This here is a very old friend of mine!" he then turned back to Billy, a glimmer of something prideful in his gaze, "Kid Antrim," none of his gang uttered a hello, barely any acknowledgement. Instead they simply looked at each other, perplexed perhaps that the last time they saw this kid he was within death's very grasp.

Jesse paid them no heed, "I hope Ellie's been taking good care of you," he said.

Billy's gaze drifted to Eleanor as she approached slowly, weaving between the horses. Her eyes, usually so expressive, were now cold and distant. Billy nodded, "She took care of me like a nurse. Couldn't have been kinder,"

There was no exaggeration in his words, no embellishment needed. But he caught something in her face, a flicker of an emotion he hadn't seen in her since they first met: a profound sadness.

There was a silent agreement between them not to speak of their... relationship. Not when he helped her hook up the horses, not when she started to fix up dinner, not when he offered to go chop her more firewood. It was suddenly as if they were complete strangers, polite to one another but the vigour within her, the passion and joy she'd exuded for so many days had dried up as quickly as water in the desert. Billy didn't have to ask why, he didn't want her to be in trouble with Jesse, nor did Eleanor want Jesse to give Billy any trouble.

That being said, Jesse Evans was not a stupid man. From the moment he returned, he could tell something was off with Eleanor. Her witticisms and fast tongue had dried up, she only showed a little bit of fire when she plucked John's hat off his head at the dinner table. Other than that, she seemed... different. Sad. And it wasn't often Jesse ever saw her sad -- or more he hardly cared to notice when she was.

She sat next to him at the dinner table, the boys already diving into the stew and bread she’d prepared. The well water was passed around, everyone’s glasses full. Billy was at the opposite end of the table, engaging in light-hearted banter with the boys as they peppered him with questions about his whereabouts, his adventures, and why Jesse was so adamant about having Billy join the Seven Rivers Gang.

Billy and Eleanor continued their lack of acknowledgment, only briefly meeting each other's gaze across the table. Billy's mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions, the warmth of the hearty stew doing little to quell the chill of uncertainty that gripped him. He could feel Eleanor's presence like a magnetic force, drawing his eyes to her even when he tried to focus on the conversation around him. Every laugh from the boys, every clink of cutlery, seemed to amplify the silence between them.

Eleanor, for her part, kept her eyes trained on her plate, but her thoughts were miles away. Her heart was a battlefield, torn between resentment and a lingering sense of connection she couldn’t quite shake. She remembered the times when they had shared stolen glances and secret smiles, but now those memories felt like they belonged to someone else, someone naïve and hopeful.

The boys dispersed soon after dinner was done, off to smoke their cigarettes or traipse around the property. Eleanor was left to clean the dishes, she was silent as ever as Jesse suddenly came in with a bottle of whiskey clenched in his hand.

"Care for some?" he asked, "Might take the edge off?"

"What edge would that be?" she asked, scrubbing hard at the caked on food in her pot.

Jesse came up beside her, placing the bottle on the table with a hard thud, "You've been outta' sorts, today," he noted.

Eleanor scoffed back, side-eyeing him skeptically, "Guess I was just enjoying my peace and quiet for too long," she replied simply.

Jesse cocked his head, leaning in closer, "You sure that's all it is?" he asked, "... Did Billy... he do anything to you while we were gone?"

Eleanor had to be careful not to react too quickly, "He's been helping me all week. Within reason of course. Poor guy slept for nearly two whole days," she moved her pot into the water bucket, rinsing the thin and greasy soap off the metal.

Jesse wanted to believe her, he wanted to believe her so badly. But he also remembered seeing her with Billy back in Silver City, talking more than two strangers should've been. And now it seemed she barely acknowledged him at all. So either something bad happened between them, or something else happened between them and she couldn't tell him about it.

A flame of resentment began to form in his gut, "I'm sure he's been the perfect house guest, right?" he asked, "Lifting the heavy shit, chopping the wood, doing the dishes with you... all the stuff I do for you,"

Eleanor rolled her eyes, "Jesse, you've never helped me wash the dishes. Don't lie to yourself,"

"I'm just making sure I don't have a problem festering in my fucking house," he grumbled back, his jaw tightening.

Eleanor knew all too well where his mind was circling, and how she wished he was actually as dumb as he looked. She turned to him, looking him dead in the eye, noting the slight waver in his stance, smelling the whiskey coming off him as though he'd been to the damn distillery himself.

"There's nothing happening between Billy and I, let that sink into your brain before you go getting yourself worked up over nothing," she never faltered in her own hard stare.

Jesse managed a smile, a chuckle rumbling in the back of his throat as he placed a finger under her chin, "Good," it was all Eleanor could do not to bat him away, "Because I wouldn't want to get his blood all over my floors,"

"You want to help me?" Eleanor huffed, pulling away from his touch, "Go get the linens off the clothes rack outside," she knew he wouldn't do it, but it at least gave him reason enough to leave her alone.

Eleanor threw down her rags into the wash bucket, her elbows settling on the counter as her face fell into her hands. The cold sheen of water on her fingers couldn't quell the noxious heat sizzling through her. Jesse had done it this time; he had really threatened to hurt Billy. Billy, whom he had regarded as a brother for so long. But maybe that was just how Jesse operated—everyone was expendable for the right price, even Billy.

Even Eleanor.

Her mind raced, heart pounding in her chest as the implications of Jesse’s threat settled over her like a heavy shroud. She tried to steady her breath, but the memory of Jesse’s cold, calculating eyes bore into her, making it impossible to think clearly.

She clenched her fists, the rags slipping through her fingers as she struggled to hold onto something—anything—that made sense. It wasn’t just the threat to Billy that stung; it was the realization that she, too, was a pawn in Jesse’s game. She had always known, on some level, that Jesse’s loyalty had its limits. But seeing it laid bare like this, seeing how easily he could turn on someone he once called family, was a brutal reminder of just how precarious her position was.

She was none the wiser to the audience of one just outside. Billy crouched in the shadows outside the kitchen window, his breath shallow, his heart a steady drumbeat in his chest. The night cloaked him in its inky embrace, the cool air nipping at his skin as he strained to hear the conversation inside. Jesse's voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the stillness, making Billy's blood run cold.

His mind raced, torn between his loyalty to Jesse and his growing feelings for Eleanor. He hated the way Jesse treated her, the way he tried to control her with his jealousy and threats. But what could he do? If he confronted Jesse, it would only escalate things, put Eleanor in more danger.

He took a deep breath, his heart heavy with the weight of his internal conflict. He needed to find a way to protect Eleanor, to keep Jesse’s jealousy from tearing them all apart. But for now, all he could do was wait, and hope that he would find the strength to do what was right when the time came.

Eleanor felt around aimlessly across the floor, her only source of light a dimming lantern sitting off in the corner. Her fingers finally nudged against a solid surface, and with nimble nails she gripped the old shoe box and pulled it out from under her bed. She ripped the top off and found her stash of money, and as she counted she was relieved to still find the sum all there. Seventy-five dollars, it wasn't enough for her to branch out on her own just yet, but maybe one day...

She jumped however when she heard a soft knock at her door, moving quickly to shove the money back under her bed and get the door. She figured it might have been Jesse wanting to bust her chops again, or maybe even apologize for earlier. Hell, or it was John or Bill needing help getting to bed after drinking their weight in whiskey.

But instead, she found Billy. And he appeared sober as a nun.

Eleanor shook off her stunned silence, her racing heart slowing down, "You need somethin'?" she asked.

Billy simply shook his head, "Could we talk?" he asked quietly.

Eleanor huffed, glancing both ways down the hall before ushering him in, "Come on, come on," and she shut the door behind her.

Billy took a brief look around, her room was identical to his, minding the bed was actually made and she didn't have clothes hanging out of her dresser drawers.

"I didn't thank you for dinner," he said, turning on his heel towards her.

Eleanor simpered, "There's no need. But I'm glad you enjoyed it," she noted how antsy he seemed, he couldn't quite stand still, "Something wrong, Billy?"

Yeah, yeah you could say that. "I'm leaving, first thing in the morning," he said, "I figured I oughtta' tell you first,"

As much as it hurt Eleanor to hear those words, she couldn't blame him.

"Billy..." she approached him slowly, "You don't have to --"

"I know. But Jesse's in love with you," every word he spoke was like a fork through his tongue, a knife through her ears, "And as much as you may not wanna' hear it, we know what he's capable of. It's safer for both of us if I'm not here,"

Eleanor turned on her heel, her head hanging low. This was typical, how foolish could she have been to think that even for a second, she might get to actually be happy? How foolish could she be to ignore Jesse's flirting, his drunken whims and his outbursts? She always knew how Jesse felt about her, she also knew that sooner or later it may just kill either her or Billy.

Hell, it may even kill Jesse.

"Unless... you want to go with me?" Billy's voice cut through her thoughts, and she turned to look at him, surprised by the hope in his eyes. She remembered the pain in his expression when she had left before, the sense of loss that had lingered between them. Despite everything, he was offering her a way out, a chance to escape the turmoil that surrounded them.

It was tempting, so tempting. The idea of leaving it all behind, of starting fresh somewhere far away, was almost too much to resist. But running away didn't solve anything for her back then, because that was how she ended up here. And if she did run it wouldn't matter because Jesse would still be out there, his feelings unchanged, and she would only be delaying the inevitable.

"I would love to," she spoke softly, her voice wavering on a sob she was holding back, "But I can't. I can't keep running, Billy. The infantry is still after me, and if I go with you then not only do we have to worry about them, but we also have to worry about this," she gestured to the walls on either side of them, "The boys will be coming for me so fast we might not even see 'em coming,"

"But Eleanor --"

"You're fast Billy, but you're not that fast," every word she spoke was harsh, but she needed to be truthful. He was the only person she'd ever truly cared about, and if sacrificing herself was what was best for him then so be it.

Billy came upon her, cupping her face in her hands. His touch was such a stark contrast to Jesse's, warm and gentle, he didn't elicit a frigid chills within her.

"I love you," he spoke with purpose, his eyes never wavering, his tone solid, "I don't care where we go, I'd protect you across the plains with my bare hands if I had to,"

Funnily enough, Eleanor remembered Jesse something so similar to her when they'd met, "You don't love me, Billy," she replied bitterly, "You don't even know what that means,"

He scoffed softly, a bitter laugh escaping him, "Don't I? Do you really believe I haven't spent countless days thinking about you? Searching for you? You don't think I notice the gold in your eyes? How much I love hearing your voice? Even when you're upset, your voice is my favourite sound in the world," His voice was a mixture of pain and determination, his gaze locking onto hers with unwavering intensity.

“I love you, Eleanor Aubert. I love you more than I ever thought was possible,” he whispered, his breath warm against her lips. “And if loving you means I have to let you go, to keep you safe, then that’s what I’ll do. Because your safety, your happiness, mean more to me than anything else in this world.”

The weight of his words hung between them, heavy and real. Eleanor could see the truth in his eyes, feel the depth of his love in the way his voice faltered, barely holding it together. His confession wasn’t just words—it was a raw, vulnerable piece of his heart that he was laying at her feet.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he added softly, his voice almost breaking, “But I couldn’t leave without telling you.”

Her heart swelled, torn between the warmth of his love and the cold reality they faced. She wanted to imagine a future with him, but his words held a truth she couldn’t ignore: they couldn’t be together. It was safer if he left. Safer if they stayed apart.

Tears welled up, spilling over as her heart shattered into a thousand pieces. The ache of longing mixed with the bitter taste of reality, creating a storm of emotions that threatened to drown her. She wanted to hold him tight, beg him to stay, but she knew she couldn’t. She had to let him go—for his sake and hers.

“I don’t know if I love you, Billy. But I feel for you like I’ve never felt for any man,” she let out a shaky laugh, “In a world full of hicks, ruffians, and cowboys, you’re my gentleman.”

“A gentleman?” He chuckled softly, brushing his thumb along her jaw. His face was inches from hers, drawn closer by the gentle pull of her fingers at the nape of his neck. “Not sure I can agree with you on that one.”

“And I’m not exactly a lady, either,” she replied, her eyes drifting to his lips. She loved the way they curved, loved the way they felt against hers.

“I beg to differ,” he murmured, his gaze locked on hers. Her eyes glimmered in the soft light, the golden flecks catching the glow of the lantern. God, he loved her eyes. “Can I kiss you one last time?”

“Please do,”

Billy hesitated for just a heartbeat before leaning in, his lips meeting Eleanor’s in a soft, tentative kiss. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her breath mingling with his, made him exhale shakily against her mouth.

He pulled back, just enough to search her eyes, looking for any trace of doubt or discomfort. But all he found was the same warmth he felt, a softness that matched his own. Encouraged, he closed the distance between them again, his lips brushing against hers with a gentle, almost hesitant exploration.

Eleanor’s eyes fluttered shut as her hands rested lightly on his chest, feeling the heat of him radiate through his shirt. His touch was careful, his hands moving with a purpose that was somehow both deliberate and tender. The way he touched her, as if she were something precious, something he was afraid to break, sent a wave of emotions crashing over her.

With a quiet sigh, she pressed closer, deepening the kiss. Billy responded instantly, his hands cupping her face, his lips moving against hers with a new urgency. It was like a dance, a silent conversation between them, speaking in a language of desire and emotion that neither could fully put into words.

As the kiss grew more intense, so did the way they held each other. Billy’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her body tightly against his, the closeness sending a shiver down Eleanor’s spine. She responded in kind, her fingers threading through his hair as she lost herself in the moment, in the feeling of being wanted, of being loved.

Billy’s lips tasted of the crisp air after a rainstorm, with a faint hint of the alcohol he’d had earlier. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as they kissed, every movement filled with a longing that had simmered between them for too long.

When he broke the kiss, his gaze locked onto hers, and she could see the hunger in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored her own. She gave him a small nod, tilting her head back slightly, an invitation for him to explore further. His lips traveled down her neck, sending another shiver through her as he moved with a blend of urgency and reverence.

Sweeping her off her feet, quite literally, Billy carried Eleanor towards the bed. A stumble over a pile of clothes was quickly dismissed as he was focused on one thing only - getting to the bed with her in his arms.

He gently placed her on the edge of the bed before removing his shirt, revealing a chest that rose and fell with anticipation. Kneeling in front of her, he was like a man on a mission, eager to please but unsure of himself.

Eleanor, sensing his uncertainty, reassured him with a tender touch, her hands cupping his cheeks as she told him it was okay not to know everything. With a soft smile, she invited him to lay down beside her, and he eagerly accepted, his muscles tensing slightly as he adjusted to the new position.

As they lay entwined in each other's arms, Billy's hands began to gently explore Eleanor's body. Clothes came off and were tossed carelessly across the floor. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, sending shivers through her. Eleanor closed her eyes, allowing herself to be carried away by the sweetness of their lovemaking, but also the looming sadness of his departure.

With a hesitant yet confident touch, Billy's hands moved to the delicate skin of Eleanor's inner thigh. Her eyes fluttered open, a mixture of desire and sadness filling her gaze. She nodded, reassuring him with a soft smile, knowing that they had to cherish this moment, even if it was fleeting.

Billy's fingers continued to trace the lines of her body, gently teasing the sensitive skin along her stomach and pinching her nipples. Eleanor felt a rush of anticipation, knowing that this was a moment she would treasure forever. Her breath hitched as his fingers delicately brushed against the sensitive skin between her legs, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Billy's confidence grew, allowing him to explore her with a gentleness that bordered on reverence. He traced the shape of her folds, careful not to rush, knowing that every touch was a precious part of this stolen moment.

Billy's eyes locked with Eleanor's, their emotions and desires mirrored in each other's gaze. He slowly removed his own pants, his erection standing at attention, a testament to the passion that now consumed them.

Eleanor's eyes locked onto his, the dark depths of his irises captivating her as he continued his exploration. Her breathing hitched with each gentle caress, her body responding to the tender touch. With a trembling hand, she reached out and guided him closer, the head of his erection sliding so deliciously through her.

As the intensity of their passion grew, so too did the sadness that hung over them like a shroud. They each knew that this was not just a fleeting moment, but an entire chapter of their lives that would be forever etched in their hearts.

Eleanor's soft moan seemed to jolt Billy back to reality, his eyes widening as he realized the effect his touch was having on her. He hesitated for a moment, but the desire in her gaze was undeniable. Nervously, he continued to explore, he knew she was trying so hard to keep quiet. They didn't want to alert anyone else in the house. This was their dirty little secret, their sanctuary in a wasteland. But fuck, he felt so damn good...

Eleanor gasped as his fingers wandered further, his touch gentle yet firm as he drew circles around her clit, pushing into her slowly. She arched her back slightly, her breath catching in her throat as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Billy watched her intently, his own desire building with every touch.

As he continued to caress her, Eleanor found herself lost in the sensation of his hands on her skin, feeling as if she was melting into him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, her nails raking down his back so hard he knew there would be marks in the morning.

As they moved together, Billy's touch became more assertive, his circles were tighter, faster, his thrusts sharp against that spot within her muscle. Her breath hitched at the simultaneous stimulation, her body responding to his every touch. The emotions were raw, the intimacy profound, and the connection between them had never felt so strong.

In that moment, time seemed to slow, and the world around them faded away.

The intensity of their passion seemed to consume them, their bodies writhing together as they moved in sync. Eleanor bit back her lustful cries, her body trembling as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Billy's eyes never left hers, his own expression a mix of awe and sheer desire.

As the wave of pleasure washed over Eleanor, she felt as if she was floating, weightless, her body was overtaken by a warm glow flooding down her spine and to the rest of her limbs. Billy watched her, his eyes filled with a mixture of wonder and desire. He wanted to capture this moment forever, to hold onto the memory of her face as she experienced something so intimate and raw.

With a final, throbbing thrust, Billy reached his peak. He surged forward, his body unable to resist the pull of Eleanor's. Their lips met in a passionate, desperate kiss, as their bodies merged into a single, quivering whole.

As the intensity of their climax reached its peak, Eleanor felt as if she was being lifted by some unseen force, soaring through the heavens and beyond. Billy, too, was lost in the ecstasy, his entire being consumed by the desire that had been building for so long.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Their hearts raced in unison, their breaths mingling in a single, continuous moan. The world around them faded away, replaced by the intensity of their passion.

As they lay there, still entwined, their bodies glistening with sweat, they knew that they had shared something truly special. A connection that could never be broken, a love that would last a lifetime, or perhaps even beyond.

But as the moment faded, reality began to intrude. The sadness that had been lurking in the corners of their minds returned, a harsh reminder of the inevitable parting that awaited them. They knew that this stolen moment of passion would only serve as a fleeting memory, a glimpse of the love that could have been.

Eleanor traced the lines of Billy's face with her fingers, committing every detail to memory. She knew that this would be the last time they would be together like this, it would be the last time for a long time...

Billy was gone the next day.

When Billy told Jesse he couldn't stay, it didn't take much for Jesse to put two and two together. His voice was edged with a hint of resentment as he asked, "Was she worth it?"

Billy hesitated, the weight of the question pressing down on him. He didn't want to put Eleanor in any more of an awkward position. Finally, he simply replied, "Take care of her. She's a good woman,"

Eleanor couldn't let Billy leave without some provisions, regardless of Jesse's feelings. She packed him some bread, nuts, and jam—just enough to get him by until he reached his next destination.

As Billy was about to leave, Eleanor wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. Billy wanted to kiss her so badly, but he restrained himself, knowing it wasn't the right time.

"I'll see you again," he whispered in her ear, "Promise I'll come find you, one day,"

Eleanor wanted to believe him, but she knew better than to trust the promises of men on the frontier, "Good luck, Billy," she replied softly.

He mounted his horse and was off, traversing the plains with ease. Eleanor turned back towards the house, her heart sinking as she saw Jesse saunter out with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a shotgun in the other.

"Jesse—don't." It wasn’t so much a plea as it was a firm warning, like a parent cautioning their child against doing something reckless.

Jesse's nostrils flared angrily. He dropped the bottle on the porch chair and brought the shotgun up, taking aim. He could take Billy down with a single shot, and they both knew it.

"And why shouldn't I?" he spat venomously.

Tears brimmed in her eyes, but Eleanor simply shook her head and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "Because you love him," she replied softly. "As much as you want to deny it—I know."

He wouldn't have dragged Billy back from purgatory itself if he didn't care about him. After all, how many times had he regarded Billy as his own brother? And as angry and resentful as Jesse was, he knew Eleanor was right.

Without another word, Jesse dropped the shotgun, shaking Eleanor's hand away. He stormed back into the house, the door slamming hard behind him. Eleanor, meanwhile, sank onto the porch steps, her head falling into her hands as her tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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fallensnowfan · 9 months ago

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Dedicated post for the Wano cover arc. I will update this as new issues are released.

Character locations and status:

Kin'emon - Castle in the Flower Capital. Momo's surrogate father.

Momo - Castle in the Flower Capital. Shogun.

Hiyori - Castle in the Flower Capital. Toko's older sister.

Toko - Castle in the Flower Capital. Hiyori's little sister.

Otsuru - Flower Capital. Teahouse owner.

Urashima - Flower Capital

Neko - Flower Capital. Yakuza with Hyogoro.

Hyogoro - Flower Capital. Yakuza.

Denjiro & the Kibi kids - Kibi. Daimyo of Kibi.

Osome & Chuji - Kuri, working in Okobore Town, at the teahouse it seems.

Inu - Kuri. Daimyo of Kuri.

Shinobu - Amigasa Village, Kuri. Otama's ninja teacher.

Tama & Komachiyo - Sword retrieval mission, heading towards Udon. Shinobu's student.

Speed - Sword retrieval mission, heading towards Udon.

Yamato - Sword retrieval mission, heading towards Udon.

Kawamatsu - ?

Raizo - ?

Okiku(best girl) - ?

Onigashima, how'd it get there I wonder?

Momo just chilling. Seems a bit sad.

Kin'emon being paternal, sending Yamato on an errand to learn about being responsible with money. aww

The pilgrimage is routed out.

Hiyori & Toko have new kimonos! And that bento box is wonderful.

Hi Miss Tsuru! Good to see you again. Wonderful and kind as always. Like Hiyori & Toko, you're wearing a new kimono as well. Pretty!

And ayo?! Urashima appearance? I was wondering what happened to him. Loving seeing cameos of familiar faces, perhaps he's starting to change his ways, now that he's lost his status as the Yokozuna.

Okiku being absent here is quite curious.

Awww! Big hug for the big kitty! Love how wholesome these covers have been. Fingers crossed a future one is Yamato meeting with Inu, Onimaru, and Komachiyo. The dogs putting the "Wan" in Wano.

The journey begins! Cue the 2011 Hunter x Hunter opening. Will the plants from Ryo's attack in 1054 & 1055 still be growing I wonder?

I think I'm beginning to see the direction of this cover arc. Kaido's absence, and how his legacy still effects Wano/how Wano will continue to move past from it.

Onigashima in the first entry is a remnant of Kaido's rule, much like the weapons factories here, and Yamato is dealing with being Kaido's kid. No one can escape their past, but those three Daimyo saw Yamato as more than just Kaido's kid.

There is likely a range of how much various people have begun recovering from Kaido's reign. The people in the Flower Capital have had at least a week to get to know Yamato, and gave a big happy send off for the pilgrimage to go well.

Though this cover seems to be the first time he's been around people from outside it, it makes sense for these kids to be sacred and react like this initially. Maybe now is a good time to share medicine and food?

Denjiro has been given the title of Daimyo! Same Oden had in the past, since he never became Shogun. I'm so proud of Denjiro!

Man I love Denjiro. Everyone eating together reminds me of when Izo and Kiku were first found by Oden. Extra kudos to Denjiro for not calling the kids brats.

It's cool seeing a building in Kibi, the one that Denjiro and co are in. Don't think we've seen one there before. I love that Denjiro just has ingredients for Oden on hand. Feels like he is returning the favor to Oden for sharing food with him in the past. Now he is bringing people together in the present.

Him during this cover arc also reminds me of how Oden reprimanded those guys who were going to execute Neko, Inu, and Kawamatsu. Man I love Denjiro.

A mysterious abduction attempt! Who will the culprit be?

It's a nice detail to have a defunct weapons factory in the background here, making a quiet point that Wano is still recovering.

Rebuilding Oden Castle now? When everyone who would live there is already set up else where? Odd choice though will see where it goes. Minatomo, where did you run off too? And it's Home, Ashura Doji's bull, helping to carry lumber! Happy to see the fella is going well.

Hi again Some! Seems that you are working at the teahouse full time now? That's a nice development. Soba being served is a nice way of tying in Sanji's role during early Wano. Also want to note that the title of the chapter shares the kanji with those of the Payback War.

Otoshi mae. 落とし前

One of my hopes for this cover arc happened! Inu is at the beach in Kuri! Love the vibes here, two dog fellas chowing down on some onigiri. New Daimyo and deliverer of a former Daimyo's sword.

Otama's ninja training! This is what I was hoping the focus of a Wano cover arc would be. Nice to see it seems to be going well!

Yasuie's sword had been taken! Is the thief someone who knew Yasu, or is this a random act of theft? And look at eepy Tama! Dawww. Please let her join in on the effort to recover the sword.

Yayy! Tama tags along to retrieve Yasu's sword as I was hoping, and Komachiyo and Horselina nicely round out the group into a full squad. I love the hustle as they head out, such a lively and dynamic panel.

Komachiyo looks so small here, probably to fit on the cover page. He's usually large enough to fit Luffy, Zoro, and Kiku on his back with room to spare, though I don't mind the weird size scaling here, it's cute.

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aimless-imagines-for-fun · 1 year ago

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A Dream

Part FIVE of The Soldat and The Flower :: ONE , TWO , THREE , FOUR

Pairing :: Soldat!Bucky Banres x Petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: Overall sad vibes by the end, Bad Dream, Some Stockholm Syndrome, Slight Possessive Behavior

Word Count :: 1,271

Summary :: The Soldat has an almost perfect little domestic dream

A/N :: Gonna be honest, I meant for this to be a happy little "what if", but... Imma a little sad so- Yeah.

“Heya pal, got any special plans with your girl tonight?” A blond fella asked The Man.

He walked up to him as he knew him, a friendly smile on his face. Even though he didn’t know his name, The Man felt comfortable with The Blond. He was a friend, he was sure of it.

The Man smiled, giving The Blond a small shrug. “Just dinner, like always. What about you…” He trailed off, trying to remember his friend’s name, but he couldn’t. Who is he again? Who…?

Before he could question it any longer, The Blond spoke, “Just gonna take care of my mom tonight. She isn’t feeling too well. I’m thinking about introducing-” HONK “-to her. Hey, my mom also wanted to thank-” HONK “-for that flower arrangement she sent her-” HONK “-has a real talent with those flowers. She’d do great as a florist, don’t ya think-” HONK.

The Man nodded, agreeing quietly while wondering why the cars passing by today were so noisy.

After a short walk with his friend, the minutes blurring into a blob of time thanks to The Blond’s chit-chat, The Man was home.

He walked in greeted first by the scent of lilies, then by the beautiful voice of his flower. “Oh, you’re just in time darling! I just finished up dinner so it’s nice and hot.”

She stepped out of the kitchen wearing a slightly stained apron over a pale yellow dress. She had a large grin on her face, opening her arms up to be hugged by The Man.

After taking off his coat, he made a few long strides to get over to her and lift her up in the air in their embrace. She giggled happily, twirling in the air. When she was finally placed back down, she pulled him down by his tie to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“How was work today, B-” Ding! “-Oh! The cookies are ready,” She rushed back into the kitchen.

“Same old, same old,” He called out, following after her.

Walking into the kitchen, The Man saw a large bowl of spaghetti, cooked greens, and slices of bread on the side all set on the table for their dinner. She pulled out a hot tray of shortbread cookies, placing them on the counter to cool.

The two sat down, beginning to enjoy their meal together as The Lady told him about her day. She tended to her garden, gave the neighbors a bouquet of chrysanthemums as a thank you for a cookbook they had gifted her, and then read stories about Robin Hood.

“What about you, darling?”

He gave her a small look before averting his gaze to his plate. A small knot formed in his stomach when he thought about work. “It was fine. Like I said earlier, same old-”

“Same old,” She sighed. “You always say that about work.”

“Because there’s not much to talk about. You’d be bored by what I do.” He couldn’t quite recall why he didn’t enjoy talking about work, all he knew was that it wasn’t pleasant. He did the sort of job one wouldn’t share in front of polite company, that much he knew.

“I don’t know what you do.”

“Well, you wouldn’t want to because it’s-”

“Boring?” She stood up, walking over to the now-cooled tray of cookies. “Do you keep it a secret because you think I’d call you a monster if I found out?”

“Excuse me?” His brows furrowed, his heartbeat picking up at the thought of her being disgusted by him. “What did you just say?”

She began placing the cookies in a blue cookie jar. “I said, do you keep it a secret because you’re trying to keep Steve out of trouble all day instead of actual work?”

“Oh, yeah…” He thought for a moment. Who the hell is Steve? That name sounds familiar. Isn’t that… Yeah, it is that blond guy. Steve. “You know how Steve can be.” It felt odd saying his name.

With both of them full, The Lady began to clean up the dishes while The Man packed away the leftovers. After they had cleaned up, they headed to the living room to listen to Bing Crosby on the radio. The piano played softly before a deep voice started singing. They sat on the couch together, happy with one another’s company while doing nothing.

The Lady held his hand, fidgeting with his fingers. “Darling, do you love me?”

“That’s a silly question. Of course, I do flower.” He grabbed her chin with his free hand, pulling her attention from their hands to his face. He glanced over her features. The corners of her lips were down, her eyes were glossy. “What’s wrong? Why are you asking this?”

“Well… it’s because you never say my name.”

He was about to protest until he realized she was right. He never said her name because The Soldat didn’t know The Flower’s name. He didn’t even know his own. He didn’t know who he was.

The Soldat’s eyes shot open, the sight of a sleeping flower before him. He glanced behind her to see a blank white wall, not a wall covered in blue wallpaper.

In silence, he stared at The Flower, wondering for the first time who they each were before they were brought together. If their lives would have ever intertwined before. If she’d still choose him outside of these four walls.

The thought of them not being together saddened him. His arms tightened around her just a bit, a part of him wanting to make sure this was real.

When The Flower woke up, she smiled seeing that The Soldat was still in bed with her. That was until she noticed the depressed expression he had.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, bringing her hand up to his cheek. “Are you going away for a few days again?”

“No. I just realized…” He was hesitant to reveal what caused his anxiety. He was eased by her caressing his cheek, sure that she’d respond positively. “I don’t know your name.”

Her concerned gaze turned neutral, lips turning into a thin line. “...You don’t?” She asked, surprised he had never asked Dr. Kreischer, or had been told already.

The more she thought about it though, he only ever called her “Flower”. At least he had given her some sort of name, she didn’t have one for him.

“Well, I don’t know your name either, so it’s okay if you don’t know mine.” She gave him a sad smile, “In fact, it’s probably best we don’t know each other’s names.” Her eyes began to water, but the tears didn’t stream yet.

His frown grew. “Why?”

She averted her gaze, beginning to twirl some of his hair in her hands. “When I was little, there was a stray cat on my street that my mom and I fed. We couldn’t keep it because our landlord didn’t allow us to have pets. I always wanted to name the cat, but my mom wouldn’t let me. She said if we did, we’d grow attached to it and it would hurt more if the cat stopped showing up one day.” She looked back at him, tears now rolling down. “If we know each other’s names, it’ll hurt more if we’re ever separated.”

He was quick to wipe away her tears. “We won’t be. I promise.”

“And I’m sure you’ll do your best to make sure we’re not, but life is tricky to manipulate.” She sat up, ready to end the conversation and start her daily routine. “Besides, I like being called your flower.”

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prof-ramses · 1 year ago

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Spooky Watch (a Spooky Month x Yo-Kai Watch au)

An idea first pondered by @crossover-enthusiast and actually "made" by me. This will involve both lore and hypothetical gameplay/structure.

The Premise

Due to (as of yet undefined) things his dad did, Skid naturally has the ability to see spirits, referred to as spooks.

He half-accidentally summons Moloch, who runs loose, in an effort to convince Pump the spirits he's seeing are real, as you could probably tell, Skid and Pump are less oblivious and somewhat more mature.

While trying to catch Moloch, the boys meet Eyes, who is the leader of all the spooks in town. Learning about what's happening, they gift Pump (as well as Roy and Kevin) a spooky watch (a visual cross between the yo-kai watch and the cult pendants) hoping to let humans and spooks better understand and befriend each other. Eyes is unaware that most spooks are going to use this "thinning of the veil" for their own ends.

After Moloch is dealt with Roy's parents and later mayor Evermore find out about the watches and form the cult in an effort to take and/or recreate the watches so they can enslave the spooks.

Spooks!

Moloch is mostly unchanged, with the exception of not having a lower body at all, as he's a molten gargoyle.

Dexter, specifically the Dexter Fella, is the one spook everyone can see, in the vane of Manjimutt from the anime, always being mistaken for a weird short man. But unlike Manjimutt, Dex intentionally scares people, just not for the reason he wants.

The actual Happy Fella and Sad Guy are also spooks, named Laughella and Gloomuy.

Ooga Booga is a spook that just wants to jumpscare people. In a hypothetical game, she would act like Babblong.

Frank is now Vanab, a van spook based on the toy van Frank from the Deadly Smiles credits. He would also act as the Spooky Watch Mirapo, except instead of teleporting you, he just picks you up and zooms you away.

The Thieves appear as the very yo-kai they were dressed as in the 2019 Halloween drawing by Pelo. Their goofy, reoccurring side villains.

Here Bob is Vealsin, a pig-devil spook who is obsessed with exotic food, an obsession he shares by inspiriting people. When the boys, Roy and Kevin all get to the abandoned Boys n' Grills where Bob declares them his dinner guests, then the eating rhythm game, and then the fight. Bob being a cultist is reflected in Vealsin willingly working with the mayor.

And lastly, SKIDAD! He appears from the mannequin after Moloch gets loose and acts as the Whisper. He looks like a sentient speech bubble.

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crossover-enthusiast · 2 years ago

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do u wanna hear me out on my reasons sad guy and happy fella kiss in return for kevin x johnknee art

Yeah sure :>

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starlightwoofwoof · 17 days ago

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um, give me context on akumatized Happy Fella and Sad Guy. Love Happy Fella’s design, it kinda makes him look like a Alicorn (unicorn horn and wings, colorful hair and eyes)

okay so I’m not sure if I have too much context, mostly because I just did these guys for fun, but I’ll try to make up some stuff rn-

okay, first of all, I finally named akuma! Happy Fella, his name is Sunshine Prism :> (I went for the MLP sounding route on purpose lol)

and akuma! Sad Guy is named Gloomsday (I made his ref sheet a little while ago so that’s why it looks different)

not sure how either of them turned, but I bet Gloomsday’s reason was something Sad Guy-usual, y’know, being sad-

As for their powers, I also haven’t thought about them too much, but Sunshine has a bag of golden ‘sunshine dust’, which makes anything it is sprinkled on super happy, even inanimate objects

and as for Gloomsday, he has the ability to literally rain on everyone’s parade, having powers that control rain and also lightning (also, his hat is supposed to look like a scorpion tail btw-)

I kinda tried to make them match a little bit, them both having wings and clouds over their heads

and one last little thing

despite not seeming so, the Sad Guy that’s still deep inside Gloomsday secretly appreciates Sunshine’s, uh, very aggressive affection 💙✨

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multifandomrandomgirl · 1 year ago

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The Ropes That Bind Us - Peter Tork x Female!reader PART SEVEN

Masterlist:

Taglist: @strawberry-sunset-skies

A/N: Slight trigger warning, there are knives, some nasty conversations and I nearly cried. Also two parts in one weekend? Someone must have gifted me with motivation!

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“You must be joking!” Davy exclaimed.

“No.” Michael gave Davy a stern look, Davy glanced at Micky who looked just as uncertain as the Brit. “Come on fellas. You heard Pete, we have no clue what else she’s gone through, we only know what Peter knows, but it isn’t fair to leave her to suffer. She’s been there three years, she might not have anyone who could find her and save her, she doesn’t have much hope of being safe. It was selfish of us to only take Peter.”

“Michael, you heard her. She said it’d be too dangerous to take her as well.” Micky tried to reason with the dark-haired man. Michael frowned at him.

“Who fucking cares? She isn’t safe there, and she deserves better. Peter was probably like a breath of fresh air to her, someone to talk to and maybe give her some hope. Besides, Peter is going to hate us forever and carry on moping unless we go back for her. He knows what it’s like there and it’s not fair to leave her there, scared, alone and in danger. If it was one of us still trapped in there, would you hesitate? I didn’t think so. Get your shoes on, I’m going to get Pete from upstairs.” Michael snapped, leaping from his seat suddenly, and marching towards the door to Peter and Davy’s room.

“We have no choice in this, do we?” Micky sighed hopelessly.

“Peter? Hey, shotgun, can I come in?” Michael tapped gently on Peter’s door, it creaked open, and Michael caught sight of the blond bassist’s tear-stained face, his heart dropped slightly, seeing Peter sad was the worst, the boy was usually bubbly and full of happiness and excitement.

“What do you want Michael?” Peter gave the guitarist a dirty look.

“I wanted to talk to you and get you to put your shoes on. We’re going back for Y/N, I took into account what you said and there is no damn way that we’re leaving her there. I’m so sorry Peter, we should have taken her the first time.” Michael said, Peter looked up, his frown quickly turning into a big grin, the older man threw his arms around Mike who pulled him into a tight hug.

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll thank you more later, I need my shoes!” Peter ran out of the room and headed for the door where his shoes were neatly placed. Michael shook his head fondly before following him out, switching the light off as he left the room.

The four men made their way out to the Monkeemobile, Michael hopped in the driver's seat and Peter sat up front with him, demanding that he drove faster, desperate to retrieve his new friend. Micky and Davy sat quietly in the back, they were still extremely uncertain about this and were unsure as to why Mike was doing this. Sure, Mike could be rash, but this was a whole new level of concern.

“Hey Pete, we never asked. What happened? How’d you end up being kidnapped?” Micky spoke up after some time, he was prepared for another story where Peter had been too nice and naive again, but that wasn’t what he got.

“I’m not sure Micky. I was at the counter, paying for the bread that I went out to buy, and there was this guy standing behind me in the queue, come to think of it, he did look a little sketchy, but I thought nothing of it at the time, then after that, I have no idea. I woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair and Y/N warned me to be careful.” Peter shrugged.

“Oh.” Micky leant back in his seat, he’d expected different, but it was nice to know that it wasn’t due to Peter’s kind nature being taken advantage of again. It made Micky really angry when people took advantage of Peter’s kindness to hurt him, Peter was such a sweet boy and didn’t deserve any of it ever. Micky knew he would willingly die protecting the lad.

The rest of the ride was silent, Mike focused on the road as well as trying to plan the best way to save the girl who was still being held captive by that Lord Reynolds guy. Mike really didn’t fancy coming face to face with the bastard, but if necessary, he would hurt the guy who made Peter and Y/N suffer. He barely knew Y/N and yet he was willing to do anything for her, he thanked Peter for that. The instinct to want to rescue her probably came from his need to protect his three bandmates or sons rather, he was like their mother most of the time. He assumed that some of Peter’s kindness probably rubbed off on him too.

They pulled up on a curb half a street down from Lord Reynold’s house so they didn’t look too suspicious, the band jumped out of the car and rummaged through the boot, looking for their black burglar costumes. They only found two, one labelled ‘Michael’ and one that was clearly Davy-sized. Peter groaned.

“Hey Pete, think about it. You and Mick keep watch. That guy kidnapped you, so you going back in is dangerous. Mike and I can sneak in and rescue Y/N and we’ll bring her straight back. We promise we’ll get her.” Davy placed his hand on Peter’s arm reassuringly, Peter gave a small smile, he was slightly disappointed as he was eager to get the girl to safety, but he knew that Davy was right and that she’d be safe with them.

The pair slid on their costumes and walked down the street, trying to act as normal as possible. They jumped the fence as they had earlier, Michael boosted Davy up and over before hopping it himself and then they crept over to the hatch, sneaking back down the hallway as they had earlier when they had rescued their bandmate.

“Mike, I don’t feel like this was a good idea anymore,” Davy whispered, grabbing his arm.

“It’ll be fine.”

It was in fact, not fine. The pair opened the door to find who they assume was Lord Reynolds stood behind Y/N with a knife to her throat, fear filled her eyes, Davy looked at Michael, the same fear was written in their expressions.

“Ah, I knew you’d be back. You couldn’t resist, could you? Taking back that truly awful bassist wasn’t enough, was it? You needed to come back for the slut.” The man in a purple suit snarled at the two Monkees.

“Don’t you call her that, and don’t you hurt her. And how fucking dare you insult Peter. He is one of the best musicians I have ever met, and one of the nicest too, so leave him the fuck alone you bastard.” Davy stood forward slightly, his hand not leaving Michael’s arm as he defended his friend and the girl who he barely knew.

“Ah-ah, step any closer and she gets it.” The knife is pressed harder against Y/N’s skin, she silently begged Davy to stop with her eyes, the Brit got the message and stepped back to be in line with Michael. The knife moved slowly away from her neck, not by a lot but enough for her to be comfortable.

“Why are you coming back for this worthless piece of junk? What makes her so special? She’s been here for three years and no one’s cared enough about her to help her. Was your friend not good enough for-”

Michael stepped forward, knocking the knife out of Lord Reynold’s grasp and quickly picking it up, he cornered the man into the wall, knife against his throat. “Now you listen here, our friend was more than enough, but we can’t just leave her here for you to torture, that isn’t nice. I don’t know who you are and why you’ve been doing this but fuck you. And who says no one cares about her? Peter cares about her, Davy and I do too, hence why we’re here.”

Michael had managed to swivel Lord Reynolds around and the middle-aged man fell backwards into the chair which Peter had previously occupied. Davy grinned as he bound his friends’ captor to the chair, Michael pressed the knife to his throat again.

“Come near me, my friends or Y/N again and there will be worse consequences, I can promise you that.” He growled before moving across the room to where Y/N was sat shaking, still tied up to her chair. Michael cut the ropes from behind the chair, Y/N fell forward at the sudden loss of the force holding her back. Davy ran over to support the girl the best he could, Michael soon joined him, wrapping an arm around her waist, keeping her up.

“Thank you, thank- I- you really didn’t need to come back for me. I really appreciate it though. How’s Peter? He isn’t too hurt, is he? I tried to make sure he didn’t get hurt, but I have no clue what happened to him when he was brought here. Please tell me he’s okay. I was worried about him, and the way he was talking while he was here.” Y/N rambled as the two men helped her down the hallway.

“Really, it’s no problem. Pete asked to come back for you, he’s in the car with Micky. We couldn’t leave you here, it was a dick move of us to have done that in the first place. Anyway, he’s okay, he isn’t hurt, he’s just upset that you were still here. What was he saying? Please, I need to know, so I can make sure he’s okay.” Michael looked down at the badly bruised girl.

“At one point, he must have been thinking about you because he started crying, when I asked him what was wrong, he asked if I thought you’d all be happy that he was gone, he was telling me that he always messes stuff up and that he’s a dummy, I did tell him that I’m sure he wasn’t, but he was distraught. He then said that you guys might not come for him because you wanted him out of the band and that you all probably didn’t care he was gone.” Y/N said quietly. “I did tell him that I didn’t think you all would be like that, he told me lots of stories about you all, so I could grasp enough to know you wouldn’t do that. If you did, I think I would have broken out of here to kick your asses.”

Michael and Davy looked at each other sadly, Michael felt his heart drop into his stomach. Did Peter really think that? He knew that they’d had to bail him out a few too many times for his liking, but Michael would always rescue him. He wouldn’t and physically couldn’t leave Peter to suffer. He was the literal embodiment of a golden retriever, not just personality-wise, but between his golden hair and eyes, Peter Tork was the human equivalent of a golden retriever.

“Shit. I can’t believe he thought that, we were all so upset he was gone, I mean, Michael’s temper was awful, he kicked things, he refused to play music without Pete. We needed Pete there, he’s the calm. We care so much about him. We missed him so much in the time he was gone, and we were so worried about him. Thank you for telling us this Y/N.” Davy pushed open the hatch at the end of the hallway, hoisting himself up and helping Michael get Y/N through.

“I’ll talk to him at some point. It breaks my heart that he thought we wouldn’t come for him this time. The fact he called himself a dummy too hurts. He’s too harsh on himself, sure sometimes he does silly things, but we all do. Usually, he ends up in trouble because people realise how kind he is and take advantage of it. Poor Pete is a little naive bless him, but that’s part of the reason we love him, you dig?” Michael sighed as they made their way over to the gate, he helped the two shorter members of the party get over before clambering over himself. He hoped he never had to return to the house again. One visit was more than enough, but two, two was way more than enough for him.

“Bless him. Honestly, I nearly cried myself when I heard him say those nasty things about himself. He seems so lovely, I know it’s selfish of me, but it was so nice to have someone to talk to in there, I was alone for three years and Peter came along and he was so nice to me, he made me giggle, he made me feel less alone, you know? He told me all these stories about you guys, he tried to make me feel better when that bastard hurt me, he threatened to hurt him after he left, he wanted to hug me but couldn’t. It was comforting knowing someone was there to talk to, I know how stupid and selfish that sounds considering he was kidnapped and tied up, but Peter is probably the best thing that happened to me, ever.” Y/N said, following Davy down the street, Mike’s arm still wrapped firmly around her to keep her steady.

“Hey, it isn’t selfish, don’t worry. If it hadn’t been for Pete, you’d still be trapped there, suffering. I get what you mean. I’m kind of thankful for it too because you really shouldn’t have been trapped there. I’m so sorry that it took this long for someone to have come to get you.” Michael said softly, he could see the Monkeemobile now. After a minute or so, they finally approached the vehicle.

“Hey Pete.” Y/N smiled at the sight of the blond bassist. Peter jolted up from his slouched position in the car, looked up and then jumped out of the car. He pulled Y/N from Michael’s hold and pulled her into the tightest hug he possibly could. Peter then looked up at Michael and Davy.

“What on Earth took you so long?”

#peter tork #davy jones #michael nesmith #micky dolenz #the monkees #peter tork is so adorable omfg

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chuchayucca · 7 months ago

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This isn’t all of them but hope this helped!

Straight pairings

Motorhead - Jaune x Aaron

Bananawheels - Jaune x Frank

Sunnycide - Jaune x Dexter

Lemondonuts - Jaune x Jack

Goldenpopcorn - Jaune x Radford

Poisonwine - Lila x Skid's dad

Lilacblanket - Lila x Rick

Lavenderbats - Lila x Streber

Lilacvan/Boxedgrapes- Lila x Frank

Lilacdonuts - Lila x Jack

BurningLavender - Lila x Ignacio

Grapemeat - Lila x Bob

Sassybat - Carmen x Streber

Ratqueen - Carmen x Dexter

Richbitch - Carmen x Richard

Macaron - Carmen x Kevin

SpoiledMeat/MoneyMeat/Meatqueen - Carmen x Bob

Deadmeat - Patty x Bob

Deadbats - Patty x Streber

Sleepingpills - Rick x Patty

Rosie - Roy x Susie

Beaniedemon - Ross x Susie

Sapphic pairings

Cleancoin - Patty x Carmen

DeadLavender/LavenderMask - Patty x Lila

GoldenLavender - Jaune x Lila

BananaMorgue - Jaune x Patty

LilacsAndRoses - Lila x Carmen

Gay pairings

Ratmeat - Dexter x Bob

Ratcandy - Dexter x Kevin

RatNap - Dexter x Rick

Ratking - Dexter x Richard

Poisonedpopcorn/Crazycorn - Dexter x Radford

Candybats - Kevin x Streber

Rottencandy - Kevin x Leon

Heartburn - Bob x Ignacio

Loveheist - Fat Thief x Thin Thief

Tiredvan - Rick x Frank

Sourcandy - Rick x Kevin

Sleepybats - Rick x Streber

MiseryMeat - Rick x Bob

Bitterpopcorn - Rick x Radford

Butterbats/Horrorfilms - Radford x Streber

Teddybear - Robert x Roy

Happyfrog - Robert x Ross

Jawbreaker - Frank x Kevin

Hotwheels - Frank x Ignacio

PoliceChase - John x Frank

Gothicandy - Ethan x Kevin

Brainbites - Ethan x Leon

Noirfilm - Ethan x Radford

Braindead - Streber x Leon

Caramelpopcorn - Radford x Kevin

PumpkinSpice - Pump's dad x Richard

MysteryMeat - Skid's dad x Bob

Holyfire - Skid's dad x Ignacio

SpicyCandy: Ignacio X Kevin

Blueheelers - Captain x Shotgun man

SugarSmokes - Candy Dealer x John

SpikedCandy - Candy Dealer x Kevin

SmokeyDonuts - Jack x John

Hotdebate - Evermore x Ignacio

Taxfraud/Undertaking - Evermore x Richard

Gregnacio - Gregor x Ignacio

Holydemon - Gregor x Moloch

SleepySun - Happy Fella x Sad Guy

SunCatcher - Happy Fella x Dexter

Happymeal - Happy Fella x Bob

Spicycandy - Ignacio x Kevin

HandEyeCordination - Moloch x Eyes

Meatpie - Bob x Mr. Clown

Sleepycult - Sad Guy x Skid's dad

Poly ships

Polygang/Polyhatz - Roy x Robert x Ross

Polywagegang - Rick x Radford x Kevin

Fancyrats/Ratmonarchy - Carmen x Richard x Dexter

BluesClues - Patty x John x Jack

OH AND ALSO some of the ships in spooky month people use ship names like “candybats” so if y’all would be so kind to list some of them here in the comments i would be very grateful 🙏

#spooky month #ChuchaYucca.text #reblog

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groovyathletefestivalegg · 3 years ago

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I dunno why but I think it's funny how that randomizer ended up with so many illegal pairings, yet somehow also correctly paired the Happy Fella and Sad Guy together

Looks like the random pair generator shipped them

(This is probably the only ship in the spooky month series that i ship for real)

#idk #artists on tumblr #art #drawing #draw #drawings #answered #ask and you shall receive #spooky month happy fella #spooky month sad guy #happy fella #Happy fella x Sad guy #sad guy #Sad guy x Happy fella #Spooky month #spooky month sr pelo #sr pelo #Ships #i ship them

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tedesquire · 2 years ago

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Hi, I am DYING to see more Egon Spengler x reader and I love your writing. There isn’t nearly enough content for him even though he’s amazing 💜💜💜

My Guy

Pairing: Egon Spengler x gn!Reader

Contains: fluff

Masterlist Description: Your friend sets you up on a blind date. Before you can wonder if you were stood up or not, a certain doctor with a proclivity for the paranormal asks to buy your drink for you.

Sad eyes, that’s what Egon first noticed about you at the bar. Not the way you dressed, how you had worn your hair, or any other modifications you made to your appearance, just your eyes. They were downcast into the drink you had ordered for yourself, unsure and anxious only to fill with hope each time the door swung open, only to be disappointed again. Anyone could tell you were nervous about something with the way you kept biting your lips and each twitch of your fingers against your glass.

“Hello, hello? Earth to Egon?” Peter’s loud voice brought the taller man back to the conversation. Peter had dragged the gang out to a nearby bar hoping to drink and flirt just enough to wake up with only a slight headache in the morning. Winston was all too happy to tag along, while Ray only needed a little persuasion, Egon had to be all but dragged out of the firehouse, ever the homebody.

“My god, Stantz, grab a knife. Egon, if you don’t answer me we’re going to give you a lobotomy in 3…2….”

“Cut it out, Venkmen.” Egon’s tone was flat, his gaze finally pulled away from your figure. “Didn’t we come here so you could flirt around or whatnot? Was I too out of it to notice every woman here reject you or what?” He snapped, drawing a chortle out of his friends.

“He’s just the best, isn’t he the best? The sweetest guy, you could always count on a fella like him and oh! We’ve lost his attention again.” Egon had drifted back to your sulking figure, missing the way Peter’s eyes slowly followed Egon’s, Ray and Winston’s soon to follow.

“Somebody’s got a stalker” Peter had positioned his mouth directly besides Egon’s eardrum, the new volume making him jump. “C’mon, you’ve been staring at that poor schmuck for twenty minutes, at least.”

“Poor schmuck?” Egon came to push up his glasses, flickering between you and Peter.

“That poor soul has been alone at the bar this whole time.” Peter shrugged, taking another sip of his beer.

“Probably waiting on a date, but it’s been too long now. I suspect they’ve been stood up.” Winston chimed in, Ray shaking his head in disappointment, his heavy brow furrowed in concern.

“Egon, scoot out of the booth, it’s time to make my move.” Peter snickered, raking a hand through his unruly hair to flatten it, straightening his tie.

“Uh…” Egon stuttered, catching another glimpse of your sad eyes. You had pulled a compact out of your bag, double-checking your appearance. You had nothing to worry about, you were perfect. Even the thought of Peter walking up to you and throwing some line he had already used on half New York’s population made Egon cringe, quickly shutting the idea down. “No.”

“No?” Oh. He didn’t think this plan all the way through. “Oh, I see. Well, Doctor Love, why don’t you take a turn romancing?” The more Peter thought about it, the wider his grin grew. “Yeah, yeah, this is great. Put yourself out there, huh? And see if they have any supermodel friends.”

“Oh, I’m not going over there.” Egon defended, staring down at his waterglass. He didn’t care much for the taste of alcohol, usually opting to be DD. Various cries fell from Venkmen, Stantz, and Zeddemore’s lips, causing Egon to grimace.

“You know what it’s like for us- Well, not Zeddmore.” Winston always seemed to have more luck with the dating pool. “They take one look and look somewhere else.”

“C’mon Speng, they’re probably just on the verge of desperate to go home with the next person who asks, so if you’re not going to man up then-”

“You know I don’t like what you’re insinuating-” Egon shot back, only for Ray to diffuse the tension.

“Perhaps you could buy them their next drink? If they refuse, we’ll leave. But if they take it, even to be polite, try striking up a conversation with them. You never know, Spengie.” Ray always seemed to know exactly what to say.

“You got this. You’re the man, Egon, you’re the man with the plan.” Peter very helpfully patted Egon’s shoulders like he was preparing for a boxing match. “Just remember, when in doubt, WWPVD- What Would Peter Venkman Do? It’s always worked for me.”

The flicker of annoyance in his dark eyes was gone as he rolled them, swatting Peter’s hands away and rising to his full height, smoothing down his sweater vest and slacks.

This is stupid. You thought glumly, feeling a familiar bitterness wrap itself around your heart. You should have never agreed to go out tonight, What was I thinking?

You know what you were thinking. You were tired of coming home to an empty apartment, tired of watching your friends talking about their significant others- and while you were happy for them, truly happy, you couldn’t help but feel bitter. Even though you tended not to base your worth on whether or not you were in a relationship, it was still an experience you were missing out on.

So when a close friend claimed she had the “perfect guy” for you, you threw caution to the wind and agreed before you could truly think about it. But now, having sat at the bar for close to a half hour past the agreed upon time, you had plenty of time to think.

What if he had taken one look at you and left?

You knew nothing else about the man other than what your friend had told you, tall, dark hair, great sense of humor. You couldn’t remember his name or what he did. Or maybe she forgot to mention it to you. You wondered what she had told him about you, and if whatever it was, was enough to persuade him to stand you up.

Or what if he was late because of an emergency, or traffic- traffic in New York could be a bitch- or what if he was at the wrong place and if you just held on a little bit longer you’d finally meet your soulmate and you’d be so glad you just waited a little bit more.

“Hello.” A deep voice pulled you out of your stupor, your eyes meeting his. Tall, rich, dark curls, a shadow of where facial hair would lie if he would let it grow. His clothes suggested a level of professionalism and care. You thought he was trying to smile but it seemed he was nervous, almost a grimace. This had to be him, right? “Can I… buy you another drink?”

“Oh!” You sat up straighter at his attention, trying to decide on an answer. He kept you waiting, you should be upset, shouldn’t you? But there was something earnest in the way he asked you if he could buy you a drink, the way he hadn’t automatically sat down to drag you into a conversation. Maybe you really were too much of a cynic, you could be forgiving- just this once.

“That would be nice Mr….?”

“Doctor,” The word slipped out of his mouth, cringing as he realized his tone was harsher than intended, opening his mouth to apologize.

“Doctor?” You prompted, your playful tone almost making him blush.

“Just call me Egon. Egon Spengler.” He offered his hand to you,

You gave him a smile, gesturing to the seat next to you. “Egon.” You tasted his name on your tongue, repeating it softly. “Alright, Doctor Egon, why don’t you join me?” A hint of a smile making itself known on the corner of his lips.

You missed the group of guys in the corner slapping each other silly, ordering another round to celebrate.

You would have to buy your friend dinner, or curse her out, you still hadn’t decided. Well, she deserved something for setting you up with someone as wonderful as Egon but why keep him a secret for so long?

He was intelligent, as he finally coughed up he had varying degrees in parapsychology and nuclear engineering. At your insistence he mentioned a few experiments he had in mind, one about positive and negative energy infused into surrounding objects.

“So, what does a guy like you do for fun?” You tease, leaning back in your seat.

“I collect spores, molds, and fungus.” He blurted, ignoring the heat that instantly blossomed on his cheeks. He ruined the whole thing didn’t he? What person in their right mind would find that attractive? It’s my hobby and I enjoy it, Egon tried to remind himself, willing his insecurities to stop.

“Really? How’d you get into that?” He’s thrown off by your question, surprised you haven’t sprinted out the door and left a you-shaped layer of dust in your wake. You take his wide eyes and smile, placing a comforting pat on his hand, tracing the prominent vein there absentmindedly. “It’s not like you collect teeth or anything.” A pause. “Please, tell me you don’t collect teeth.”

His laugh startles even him, higher than his deep timbre and broken from underuse. He was still quite nervous, it was… cute. So was the way he could smile without moving his lips, just a quirk of his brow. You made you feel as if you were the most comical person on the planet.

“I promise, I don’t collect teeth or anything else of human nature. Just the spores, molds, and fungus. I have a keen interest in botany.”

“You’re full of surprises. I had no idea you’d be this interesting.” You hum to yourself.

“I’m surprised you’re so interested.” He admitted, “What about you?” You could feel your cheeks heat up as the topic of conversation was now focused on you.

“Well, um… What about me?” You offered.

With a serious gaze, Egon lifted his drinks to his lips, tilting his head towards you. “Do you collect human teeth and should I be worried?” He smiled into his glass, hoping the blush on his cheeks isn’t noticeable as you throw your head back to laugh.

“Damn, either Egon’s has serious game or Egon’s the first human this person has ever met.” Peter grumbled for show, watching the two of you laugh for what seemed like the hundredth time in less than an hour.

“Well, some people are into the “nerd” look now.” Winston shrugged, taking an opportunity to peek on you both.

“No, Egon has game, I’ve seen it.” Ray mentioned, eyes widening as Peter and Winston snapped to face him. “Just because he doesn’t need to take someone home every night doesn’t mean he can. He’s a man of science first and foremost.”

“Well, I’m a man of science too. More focused on human anatomy.” Venkman wiggled his brows raising his palm up for Winston to slap. “You wouldn’t get it, Stantz.”

“Alright, that was just clever enough to warrant a high-five.” The older man rolled his eyes, limply returning the gesture.

“Wh-” Ray stuttered, growing flustered. “I’ll have you know-”

“No time to respond, look.” Ray sighed dejectly, turning to watch you inspect your beeper, excusing yourself by pressing a kiss to Egon’s cheek to find the Bar’s telephone. Peter waved the taller man over, placing his chin on his folded hands.

“So Egon, has the alien that lives inside your cranium found a mate?”

“No, they’re intelligent and-” Egon cut himself off, truly processing his words. “No.” He hissed sharply, his palm coming up to hit the back of Peter’s head. “It’s going very well. I don’t think they know about the Ghostbusters, which is pleasant. I don’t much care for those who only pay attention after finding out we’re famous. Ray, I should commend you for your recommendation, I believe I’m-”

“Going to put a sock on the firehouse doorknob?” Winston snickered, Peter snorting into his palm.

“Going to ask them on a proper date.” Egon’s tone was flat, his mood only boosting as Ray smiled warmly.

“Hey, listen, I’m so sorry, I-” Your friend rambled as soon as you had dialed her number. “I didn’t know he was going to bail. He mentioned something came up at the office and if you’d like to reschedule, I mean, I’m surprised you’re even still there and don’t let this ruin your plan of ‘getting back out there,’ remember you’re smart, sexy-”

“Woah, woah, woah, what are you talking about?”

“Walter! Walter Peck, what else could I be talking about?”

“Who?”

“The guy you were supposed to be meeting! I can’t believe he didn’t try and get in contact with you first!” She exclaimed, continuing to ramble.

“He’s not a scientist? He doesn’t have a doctorate?” Maybe Egon was his middle name or something?

“Walter? No, he’s an inspector for the Environmental Protection Agency, what are you talking about?”

“Well, I thought…” You trailed off, turning to find Egon mingling with a group of men. His cheeks were red, waving off the men who seemed to be hyping him up. Had he been with them earlier and you didn’t notice? “I thought the guy you set me up with had shown up late. What does this Pecker guy look like?”

“Auburn hair,” Nope. “Bearded,” Nope.

“Yeah, that’s not my guy.”

“Your guy?” She squealed, “Tell me about him, tell me!”

“I don’t have time for this,” You felt extremely flustered, hoping Egon wasn’t noticing your discomfort. “I’m on the best date of my life so far and I’m on the phone talking to you!” You relaxed a bit after hearing her laughter, promising she would get all the details later.

You were supposed to be mad? If Walter had shown up, or if you left too early, you would have never met Egon. Besides, it’s not like Egon lied to you. He never pretended he was your date, you had just assumed.

You hung up the phone, nervously approaching the small group, plastering a smile as they brought Egon’s attention back to you.

“Hi.” You breathed, giving a small wave. “Who are your friends?” Brief introductions were made, Egon all but dragging you back to the bar after Peter kissed your hand, making you snicker.

“Is everything alright?” He referred to the phone call, looking concerned. Yeah, this is my guy. You decided, shaking your head.

“Funny story,” You began, Egon already smirking before you said anything. “I was here waiting for a blind date and when you approached… so I thought you were him. That phone call was from the friend that set me up.”

“Should I assume this is your way of telling me you wouldn’t be interested in a second excursion?” He sighed, his smile melting to cover his disappointment.

“You should never assume, Doctor.” Your hand comes to wrap around his, those beautiful rich eyes meeting yours. “I’m glad I didn’t waste my night pining over someone I’m too good for. I got to spend it with you.” He seemed a little more hopeful.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” You nod towards the exit, smiling as Egon nodded, pulling him close to your figure.

“Guys, is Egon cooler than me?” Peter whimpered, watching the two of you leave the bar arm in arm. A gasp fell on his lips as he watched Egon cradle your face, whispering something unknown before leaning you back into the window, lips pressing against each other hurriedly.

“Yes.” Ray and Winston chimed, clinking their beers in triumph.

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