john marston x gender-neutral!reader
enemies to lovers - ish
synopsis: john is mean n’ bitter for no apparent reason
note: love the concept of a word scramble writing challenge, so here is my submission for the event by @word-scramble-challenge, nr. 3: lgiragn. (glaring, align, liar and gang) wrote this on a whim :)
warnings: jealousy, john being real lousy
john marston did not like you. he found you infuriating in every way possible, your very presence didn’t align with his worldview. he never understood why you were a part of the gang, but here you were – laughing so casually in a world so cruel, annoying as always.
he was glaring, scoffing when he heard you laugh again. he was fuming, hand’s gripping the gun, knuckles turning white, cleaning it so vigorously he almost scrubbed away the engravings. eyes narrowed like a hunter, he never let you out of sight in camp: somehow convinced you would turn on the gang any minute now – that you were a backstabber, a liar, a fraud.
you never did anything suspicious, you were the embodiment of good.
john would never recognise his anger and suspicion as jealousy – denial living strong in him. he just scoffed and huffed, annoyed whenever you did something – anything really: he saw your mistakes in everything. why would you ask arthur to go hunting? john was more than capable. why did you ask mary-beth for a book? john had a couple great books as himself. why did you ask hosea for a ride to town? john would gladly take you.
it infuriated him how you didn’t even look at him – like he was the problem.
"smilin' wouldn’t hurt, ye know" arthur muttered, taking a seat beside john. for the first time in hours john looked away from you, glaring at arthur instead.
"i ain't ever seen ye smile", he bit back, barring his teeth like a wild wolf. arthur physically reacted, jerking, like john's words had caused him physical pain. tension between them was thick, no words were exchanged, they only stared at each other: arthur concerned, and john ready to snap again. he was too blinded by his emotions to realise the hurt he was causing with his behaviour. arthur sighed, standing up – no one wanted to linger long in john's bad mood.
"ain't mean no harm in it–" arthur stood, giving john a pat on the shoulder "–headin' to town" john considered for a moment, then he nodded, putting the gun he was cleaning down, and nodded. getting away from camp would be good.
"headin' out?" your voice rang like sirens in john's head. there you stood, smiling bright as the sun. before john could protest, you were already sitting behind arthur, holding on – of course you had picked arthur instead of him, john scoffed once more before saddling up himself.
the bar is crowded, music and laughter flowing through the air: carrying the promise of a long night. a group is playing poker in the corner, another group is gathered around the piano: singing and dancing, some are chatting loudly, some even louder. the building is alive, it’s easy to get lost – exactly what john needs. before he’s able to slip away you have returned with drinks, smiling bright and sweet.
"here" you said, handing over one of the glasses to john: he reluctantly took it, practically scoffing at your friendly attempt, not noticing how you frowned for a split second. John wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, his mind everywhere else: glancing over the crowd with a frown of his own.
john's head snapped back to your little group as arthur kicked him under the table. his gaze darting between you and arthur.
"huh?" he grumbled, not even sparing you real words. this time he noticed your frown, before you collected yourself, repeating your question:
"was wonderin' if ye help tame a horse" he said nothing, staring daggers at you: trying to decide if this was a part of your evil plan.
"can't do it yerself?" he mocked, biting like a venomous snake – bitter and cruel. it must’ve got to you for you stood up, excusing yourself before leaving. he smirked, proud of himself for ridding the night of you. thought the look arthur gave him immediately made his stomach churn. he hadn’t realised just how nasty a glare could be before he was faced with one. the distaste was clear on arthur's face.
"yer a real fool–" arthur muttered, in disbelief, taking a swig of his beer – even arthur had enough of john for tonight. "– 'ey was bein' kind, ye ain't makin' it easy"
john was about to protest, but arthur had already turned his attention away, uninterested. with that john left as well, muttering annoyed to himself – how was this his fault? the night air was cold, a reflection of his behaviour, punishing him. he spotted you at the corner of the building, struggling to light a cigarette.
"here" he offered, approaching with the lighter: flame flickering, waiting impatiently to light your cigarette.
"i ain't need nothin' from ye,.. yer a bad man" you said, moving your cigarette away from his lighter, letting the flame burn pathetic between you – starved of its only purpose. he scoffed, letting it burn for a moment longer before he snuffed it out. there was no light between you now, only darkness, only bitterness.
"ye ain't any good either" he protested, making you scoff. he was truly ignorant: a man in denial with little to no self-reflection – perhaps the most annoying type in the world.
"well, then,.. why ye always actin' like that, mean n’ bitter, huh?!" you huffed, meeting him head on. you would not let this go on for longer, you deserved answers – you demanded them. the night would not end before you had them, even if you had to drag them out of a unwilling john. your eyes burnt as you glared at him, snarling like he always snarled at you: a perfect reflection.
"because–" he hesitated, he didn’t know why he was acting like that. you cut him off, snarling like he always did: he had ruined your night, and now he had the audacity to blame it on you.
"because what, marston" your words were acid, making him flinch. the truth hit him like a train, moments of clarity worse than a knife to the heart. he had been so cruel – the realisation made him sick, nauseous, guilt gnawing at his soul: though it would not redeem him. he paused, his lips paring breathlessly, searching for the right words.
"because i love you" he whispered, vulnerable – honest.
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Synopsis: Taking a lunchbreak with hospitalized Kakashi
Genre: Fluff
A/N: As I was writing A New Book, I jokingly thought this is gonna make Kakashi end up in the hospital, as if the show didn’t come out in 2007. Anyways, Kakashi definitely ended up in the hospital after the rescue Gaara arc, which created this. I wrote it independently, so you don’t have to read the first fic.
Word Count: 537
The sun streamed in through the window, perfectly highlighting Kakashi’s sleeping face. Its warmth helped ease all the tension you’d been building up since Guy ran in with Kakashi tied to his back. Seeing the powerful Kakashi injured always did this to you. No matter how many times he got hurt and ended up in one of your hospital beds.
“You’re mad.” Kakashi croaked, startling you out of your thoughts. It’s no wonder you hadn’t noticed him waking up. He was still breathing deeply with his eyes closed.
“I’m not mad, just worried. Guy literally had to carry you all the way back. You looked three quarters of the way to death when they brought you in.” You explained, standing from your seat beside him to do a quick cognition check now that he was awake, making lift his heavy lids “It... I...”
Kakashi’s fingers moved as he struggled to lift his hand. Reaching down you slid your hand into his. He weakly squeezed your hand. “I’m sorry.” The apology came out as a barely audible breath.
You squeezed his hand back, sitting back down beside him. “I know. You were just keeping your kids safe, nothing wrong with that... or me worrying about my boyfriend.”
He lightly rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand, “I appreciate the concern, but if you’re not mad...Why were you using me as a table?” Kakashi cheekily asked, looking down his body to see a bento box resting on his stomach.
A short giggle escaped your lips. “It’s my lunch break and the dresser beside your bed is too tall, so I used you. Wait, did you think I ignored all my other patients to only take care of you and never leave your bedside?”
“I was hoping. To have the undivided attention of the best medical ninja in the Hidden Leaf Village would make me feel much better.”
He wore a coy little smile making you shake your head. “Flattery won’t get you any of this.” You gestured with your chopsticks, before plopping a piece of tonkatsu in your mouth.
“But I’m so hungry.” He whined.
You shrugged, savoring your last bit of protein. “I thought you were going to be asleep the whole time. I didn’t mean to tease you, but I’m sorry, no solid food until tomorrow, doctor’s orders.” It was good that he had enough strength to wake up and have an appetite, but between his weak hand and the fact that he could barely keep his eyes open throughout the conversation he was clearly struggling too much to eat.
“Dating the doctor doesn’t get me any perks?”
Closing the bento box, you stood and precariously placed it on the bedside table before leaning over Kakashi. “Silly, it gets you the best medical ninjutsu of them all.”
“What’s that?” He slurred, quickly losing his battle with consciousness.
Leaning close, you carefully pulled down the sheet that covered his face. “A kiss to make it better.” You whispered, before lovingly pressing your lips to his, wishing it really was that simple. Pulling the sheet back up as a makeshift replacement for his mask, you asked, “Did it work, love?” Kakashi happily hummed before drifting soundly asleep.
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Unspoken Lines (A New Klaine Story)
Explicit • AU (Model/Artist)
For the @word-scramble-challenge
Collaborative art project with @esilher (It’s been a dream come true to work together! I've left a note on the story about this process. We'll be sharing a plethora of art with you!)
★Some people lose their voice in the world all at once. Others, little by little. And some never recover from it. One of them has been torn into a world of silence. The other is parched for sentences that feel like his. But something happens when they meet at the Grove’s Art Center, where figures are drawn and silence becomes invitation. What begins in stillness unspools into passionate awakening—with art and ache, with the language that lives between two people who don’t need to speak to understand. This is a love story told in glances and graphite, in margins and motion. A connection that redraws the edges of intimacy and rewrites their hearts from the inside out.★
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Summary: No matter the adventure, Zooble always found themself drawn to her. This adventure was seafaring and sailing, and the storm the circus members had battled had rattled Gangle to hiding. It’s a good thing Zooble already knows how to make the lovely bundle of ribbons feel better.
WC: 1,479
For the @word-scramble-challenge No. 1 scramble prompt
Words Used From Prompt: Magnet; Sea; Seam
AN: Please do not upload this to any other fanfiction site (Ao3, Wattpad, FFnet); this is currently only for Tumblr. I also do not consent to having this used to train any AI. Thank you.
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The storm had finally, finally, stopped.
The lingering howl of the wind lingered in Zooble's hearing. Said wind had been so vicious, had rocked the boat so hard, that the toybox character had thought the storm was going to rip the boat apart.
It had been a sensory overload. Not only had the wind screeched in their ears like a bloodthirsty predator, the waves had smashed against the wooden side of the vessel. They had climbed into the thunderous sky and lashed against the sides and deck, drenching everyone in their place. Kinger had valiently tried to steer through the storm. Ragatha and Pomni both tried to wrestle the sails under control, running breathlessly across the deck to outrun the slipping ropes. Gangle had tried to lead them all from the crow's nest, but her voice hadn't been loud enough over the storm. Jax was... well, being Jax, otherwise unhelpful and making comments at the others as they overworked themselves to prevent everone from going overboard. Zooble had run to make up for anything inbetween. Any hatches that flung open were latched back down. If Pomni or Ragatha needed help yanking down a flailing sail rope, Zooble was there to lend their strength and extra height. If Kinger couldn't see a possible route forward, Zooble lended their eyesight and intuition.
Everyone was stretched to their limits, and near the end of the storm, it was a miracle any of them were still standing.
Except for Zooble, who had gained a burst of energy the moment they had seen Jax near Gangle at the bow of the boat.
He had been talking to her, leaning against the side of the railing. Gangle could have wiggled out around him, but knowing Jax, he wouldn't have let her. The rabbit had been leaning over, saying something to Gangle that Zooble couldn't hear. Gangle's mask -- her 'Happy Mask' still unbroken -- screwed into something akin to nervous fawning. She seemed to be agreeing to something, or at least, playing along with Jax's words until she could slink away.
Zooble started sprinting for the bow the moment Jax grabbed Gangle and started to swing her to throw her off the boat.
Back-and-forth. Back-and-forth...
"-on, ribbons! Nothing like a dip in freezing water to shock the nerves out of you!"
Gangle was launched out of Jax's arms with a terrified shriek.
Zooble leapt over the side of the bow before their brain could process their actions. Their bear paw-like grabbed Gangle's leg before the ribbon girl hit the frothing sea. Their hooked left hand sank into the wet wood of the railing, and Zooble used all of their strength to haul the both of them over the side of the boat and beck to the safety of the deck.
"Aw come on, Zooble. Why'd you have to ruin our exposure therapy session?"
Zooble had let go of Gangle, stood up to their full height, and tried to throw the rabbit off of the boat themself. The storm had started to subside, but once Pomni, Ragatha, and Kinger had wrestled Jax out of Zooble's paw and hook, Gangle was gone.
Zooble treked through the lower deck of the ship. The adrenaline rush was wearing off fast, but Zooble wanted to get to Gangle before their energy crashed.
Somehow, they already had a feeling as to where Gangle had hid. Their gut lead them forward, as if they were magnetized to Gangle's side. A left, another left, then open the wooden door to the ship's storeroom...
And there Gangle was, tucked behind a couple of barrels Caine had filled with god knew what. Her body was folded up, stuck in a fetal position. Her mask was pressed against what would be her knees.
She was trembling. The short breaths Zooble heard were sharp and raspy, as if she was holding back tears.
A flash of rage at Jax's actions burned in Zooble's chest, but then it extinguished as fast as it had come.
Slowly, Zooble approached Gangle. "Hey," they said softly, "are you okay?"
Gangle looked up, and Zooble saw that her 'Happy Mask' had been lost to the sea when she had been flung over the side of the boat. Tears hung from the corners of her eyes. Her mouth moved, but it took a long moment before words came out.
"Yeah... I'm fine..."
She obviously didn't look like she was anywhere near being 'fine.'
Zooble pushed aside a barrel, sitting down against the wall next to Gangle. "I can tell that you're not."
Gangle dropped her head back to her knees, shame in her body language. Still, the ribbon girl worked to steady her breathing.
"Do you want me to sit with you?"
Gangle nodded.
Zooble knew a little bit about how to work Gangle out of her shell. The seams of her ribbons were frayed, and pushing her to talk would only serve to aggitate them further. So they sat in the quiet in the silence between the two of them, letting the background noise of the calming waves hang over the space.
Several minutes passed like that. The boat ducked-and-bobbed rhythmically, lulling the two of them into a serene scene. Zooble's eyelids drooped, heavy with drowsiness.
"...I thought I was going to die in the sea."
Zooble snapped to attention, doing their best to shake off their sleepiness. They cleared their throat and sat up. "What was that?"
Gangle's mask was up, but her gaze stayed on her knees. "I was scared that I was going to die at sea. I don't know if Caine would have saved me if I got separated from everyone, or if he'd just let me stay in the sea. If I made it to an island, I'd be a castaway, and he might like that as a mini-adventure."
Zooble's heart clenched.
"There was nothing in the water. I didn't know if there was anything I could use to float on, and there was no way I was going to survive by myself in the waves." Gangle quieted, and her voice dipped to a whisper. "There wasn't anyone nearby, so I didn't think anyone was going to catch me if I fell." Her hand ribbon wiped a tear from her eye. "I don't really think Jax was really going to let me die at sea."
"It didn't look that way."
A forced smile made its way onto Gangle's face. She didn't meet Zooble's eyes. "He probably would have pulled me up if I grabbed the Caine figurehead, or thrown me a life preserver so I wouldn't get swept out too far..." Gangle's words trailed off.
Knowing Jax, it was unspoken that the rabbit would have tossed Gangle off the boat and maybe walked away completely unbothered. And that was a very strong maybe.
Zooble scooted closer to Gangle, offering a solid presence to lean on. "I wouldn't let that happen. You know that I would jump into the water if I had the chance to save you."
"I know..."
"I won't let you get hurt like that. Even if you were swept away, Caine would have to tie me to the mast before getting me to stop screaming for him to save you."
A small laugh came from Gangle. "That would be a sight to see."
"I'd feel bad for the others. I don't think Ragatha and Pomni would know how to react if I started tearing the ship apart with my bare hands."
"Heheh, with a hook as one of your hands?"
"It makes for good leverage. Pretty sure this hook's as good as any crowbar."
The two chuckled, and the atmosphere around them lightened. Zooble sighed, then startled when a ribbon laid over the bear paw.
"Thank you for sitting with me, Zooble," Gangle said. She stretched out her legs, leaning against the toybox character. "I feel a lot better now. Especially now that the storm's over."
"Anytime."
The two of them were quiet for a little while. Sounds came from the hall, and Pomni's voice mixed with something that sounded like Ragatha's thumpy footsteps.
"Mm, guess the others want us to head back up to the deck," Zooble hummed.
Gangle nestled against Zooble. "Zooble? Do you think we could stay here for a few more minutes? I really like sitting with you like this..."
Zooble paused, then nodded their triangular head. "Yeah, I'm sure the others could give us a few more minutes."
They sat there, soaking in the other's company, taking a few more moments away from the others. Zooble's heart burned with warmth the longer they sat with Gangle, and before the two of them headed out, they were struck with a realization.
No matter what, they were drawn to Gangle, and there was no way they would be able to pull away from the magnetizing pull of the ribbon girl's existence.
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AN2: It's been a long while since I've written fic. I hope you all enjoyed nonetheless and thank you for reading.
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Words found: Magnets, Game (I found others too but those are the ones I'll use ^^)
Behold! A Deltarune comic ✨
Magnets to CRT screens, huh? As soon as I found the 7-letter word of this prompt, this comic appeared in my hand and all but demanded I draw it XD baby Kris is being a menace! that's their favourite activity<3
(For ease of posting, I'll post all of these on my main and reblog on the corresponding sideblog!)
I asked my bestie what my first post on this blog should be since I'm new to the whole Tumblr experience. She said gay sex. So I'm linking my AO3, which features a lot of gay and a bit of sex:
here it is!
There's mostly Baby Gravy and related stuff on there currently, as well as a bit of Smosh (but that fandom gave me writer's curse so hard I'm having a gender crisis now, so don't expect any updates under that tag any time soon).
I'm currently participating in the word scramble challenge 2025. Maybe I'll upload something for every day, maybe not, we'll see
