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About the Author
You can call me Spooky, Iâm 26, she/her, and Iâm sure youâve noticed I love getting to write for all sorts of nerdy male characters. I definitely have a type đ€
ACTIVE MASTERLISTS
Eddie Munson
Eddie Munson Extras
Bill Dickey
Jason Hochberg
Matt Hooper
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Gareth Emerson
(Platonic) Hellfire Club
Ralph Penbury
Buggy the Clown
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Hiiii! First time sending something kinda nervous, but, I was thinking if the "lesson learned" fanfic that you made would have a part two! I like it so so so much and your writing is just so perfect that I can't help but read it almost five times a month by this point, anyways kisses and I hope you are having a wonderful day!
i may have one finished someday đ€
i did start writing one last year, i havenât gotten very far but i do have a pretty good idea of how i want to finish our little story with Bill, unfortunately it just takes me forever with multiple chapter stories since im so used to writing one shots đ„Č
i do plan on finishing it eventually, but for the time being i havenât really hyperfixated on him in a while.
and i know how much people really love it and it makes me so grateful to see that even after almost a year and a half its still being requested that i write more to it đ„č
i may or may not have found a new character to write for đ iâm gonna wait until after iâm done ovulating to officially call it, BUT i do have a question for my fellow writers below the cut if any would like to offer me any assistance with it đ«Ł
so, i really want to write for Koby from the live action One Piece, and i know that the actor that portrays him is trans, but iâve only ever written for cis male characters before and iâm not sure if i fully trust myself to write for him just yet because i donât really feel like i have the best grasp on writing for trans characters. i want to be able to do him justice, and i want to be able to also make 18+ content for him, but i donât really know where to start to get a good understanding of how to write for him aside from reading and sharing the work that other writers have already made.
does anyone have any advice on where to start or what to look out for to make sure iâm not misinformed or misinterpreting anything? i donât just want to ignore it and write him as if heâs cis, i feel like itâs disrespectful to the actor that portrays him if itâs just brushed off and ignored, and i want to make sure that i write him in a way thats respectful and as accurate as i can be.
iâd really appreciate any kind of advice for this đ€đ€đ€
Hii I had another Jason idea imagine reader trying to convince him to go skinny dipping and him being so worried about breaking the rules but also wanting to see reader naked in the moonlight.
this is such a cute idea!! i covered it a little bit in my fic Trust, but itâs just such a fun scenario to write for đ€
i wanted to write something a little more fluffy, i feel like all iâve been doing for a while is smut and i needed a little bit of a break from it đ
Perfect
Genre- Fluff
Warnings- Reader has female anatomy, dirty thoughts (nothing explicit), skinny dipping, lots of adorable flirting
Tag List- @bull-moose-penguin (if youâd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know! đ€)
Word Count- 2.2k
Somehow, nights at Camp Pineway felt so much more relaxing than the ones spent at home.
The chirping insects, the gentle breeze, the glow of the moonlight reflecting against the lake. Jason knew it was against camp policy to leave your bunk after lights out, but he couldnât help himself. It was far too relaxing at night to not want to enjoy it just a little.
Most nights heâd grab a flashlight and wander the quiet trails in his pajamas to the beach. Heâd lay at the end of the pier and look up at the stars, finding all the different constellations he could name before heading back after an hour. There was always the littlest twitch of guilt he felt each time the cabin door shut behind him. Usually, he was the one insisting that everyone else follow the camp policies, and it felt so hypocritical to be ignoring his own words. Knowing that the others would break the rules regardless made it a little easier for him to ignore that guilt.
Tonight, Jason knew heâd be sneaking out once more to enjoy the cool nighttime air. It was the first full moon of the summer camp season, and there was no way heâd let himself miss it.
The second the silent alarm went off on his wristwatch, he grabbed a flashlight and one of the extra blankets from his bunk and set off into the calm night. Jason took his time, admiring all the sights and sounds of the trees around him as he slowly trekked to the beach. The thought of the bright light of the moon and stars reflecting against the still water of the lake had been running through his mind all day, and he couldnât wait to be able to enjoy such a thing. As the view of the pier came into sight, the smile on his lips slowly dropped as he noticed a figure standing at the end of it.
He shut his flashlight off, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself as he stared at the person at the end of the pier. It was too far to see who it was, but he could see from the faint light of the night that the figure was female. And he nearly stopped in his tracks when they began to undress.
Jason wrapped the blanket around himself and walked along the tree line, curiously watching the figure slowly take off each piece of clothing one by one. He couldnât help his thoughts moving from a place of peace and serenity to the same dirty thoughts heâd get when he saw you down at the beach in your bathing suit when it was your turn to lifeguard, or when he caught a better glimpse of your figure when a few of your campers pelted you during the water balloon fight the week earlier.
Spending summers with you was one of his favorite things about coming back year after year. He always kept things professional, never crossing that boundary of friendship, but he wanted to so badly. You were sweet and kind and so beautiful. Never once did he ever think he stood a chance with a girl like you, and with that thought in mind it made it much easier to spend those hot months with you always within an arms reach. No matter how bad it hurt to push down those feelings. Still, he was grateful to just be your friend.
And he was happy that those filthy thoughts were all to himself.
As he neared the pier, he could hear a laugh coming from the figure at the end just before they ran and jumped into the water. Jason waited a moment to hear the splashing from them rising back up to the surface, but he never could fully turn off his âcounselor brainâ and panic set in as he saw the water go still. Quickly, he stepped onto the wooden planks and rushed down to the end of the pier, pulling the blanket off of his shoulders and into his arms as he looked around in the dark water. Just as he reached the end, he jumped back with a startled yell as a hand reached up onto the plank.
His heart was already racing at the thought of someone going missing, and when he heard your voice it only got quicker.
âSorry.â You laughed nervously, âI didnât mean to scare you.â
âThatâs alright.â Jason said with a laugh, putting his hand to his chest as he tried to slow his breathing, âI just wanted to make sure everything was ok.â
âIâm fine.â You smiled with a shrug as you placed both hands at the end of the plank to keep you upright as you floated in the water, âJust figured it was a good night for a swim.â
âWell, you know itâs against the rules to be out so late.â
âOh yeah?â You laughed, âI could say the same thing to you. Whatâs got you out here so late? You never struck me as the type of guy to break the rules. Arenât you usually the one to make sure everyone else is following them?â
âWell⊠yeah, but I donât always break them!â Jason insisted.
âI donât knowâŠâ You teased, crossing your arms on the board as you looked up at him from the water, âSeems to me like you planned on coming out here for something. Whatâs the blanket for? Meeting someone?â You asked, intrigued to hear whatever reason Jason had for being out so late.
âNo, no Iâm not meeting anyone.â He laughed to himself, looking down at his feet to hide the blush on his cheeks at the thought of you joining him, âI just wanted to come out and look at the stars. Itâs a full moon tonight so I figured it would be nice to sit at the end of the pier and look at the constellations.â
âThat sounds nice. I donât know all that much about constellations or anything, I came out here to enjoy some peace and quiet after how stressful itâs been this week and decided to go for a swim.â
Jason was finally faced with a situation heâd only ever dreamed of before. Just you and him, all alone, and he had a big enough blanket for you to lay out on together. He finally had the chance to get closer to you than ever before.
âIâd be happy to point out a few to you.â He offered with a smile, trying to mask his excitement, âIf you want to, of course.â
âYeah.â You smiled, âThat sounds like fun. But, you have to come swimming with me.â You smirked up at him.
âSwimming? Now?â He asked, âI donât know⊠I mean, I didnât even bring my swimsuit or anythingâŠâ
âThatâs ok!â You smiled, âI didnât either.â
âYou didnât? Then, what are you wearing?â
You stayed quiet for a moment before giggling to yourself, a touch of embarrassment flowed to your cheeks, but you were grateful for the dark to keep it covered, âNothingâŠâ
Jason felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart beating so hard and so fast he was almost certain you could hear it. He glanced down at your pile of clothes and noticed the various pieces piled up on the boards. Your bra and panties at the top.
âS-so, youâre justâŠâ He stuttered out but could barely finish his sentence just from the thought of your body beneath the waters surface.
âWhat?â You giggled, âYouâve never been skinny dipping?â
Jason tried to think of a response, quickly, but each time the new beginning of a sentence began in his train of thought it was pushed out with the what he could only imagine your perfect figure looked like beneath the water. He was embarrassed, not only because he had never gone skinny dipping before, but heâd never had the offer so easily thrown his way either. It was hard to tell if it was just a friendly offer, going for a night swim and forgetting your swimsuits so you went to the next best option and just wore nothing, or if this was anything but just a friendly offer.
From every summer youâd spent together, every conversation youâd ever had, there was never a time where Jason could pinpoint whether or not you shared the same feelings he did. Of course he always remained professional, heâd rather have a friendly relationship with you than none at all, but if he never picked up on any signals he wouldnât be pushy. Maybe heâd just missed them all before?
Youâd sit next to him at every bonfire. Youâd always asked if he needed help with setting up the activities for his campers. Whenever you were down at the lake heâd always manage to catch you sneaking a look or two his way. And whenever you said your hellos in passing, you always made sure to address him by name every single time. Was that flirting?
Jason bashfully shook his head, laughing to himself, hoping his admission wouldnât make you think of him as some kind of loser, although with most of the other counselors thinking such he wouldnât be surprised if you did too.
âDo you wanna try it?â You asked, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.
Every single year it was the same game with you and Jason, and you were so sick of it. No matter how adorable it was that he never picked up on your flirtatious hints.
Asking for him specifically to help you move or lift things that were just a little too heavy for you. Wearing the camp shirts from the year before to fit just a little tighter on you when you knew your groups of campers would be paired up for the day. Always being as friendly to him as you possibly could, giggling at his dad jokes and sitting near him each morning at breakfast just to be able to talk to him first thing in the morning.
He was so much different than the other guys there and you were so grateful for that. Jason was kind and so sweet-natured. He had so much passion and joy whenever he educated his campers while out on the nature walks and he always took the extra mile to help the homesick kids by staying up with them and sneaking them an extra cookie from dessert just to make them feel better. He was so adorably oblivious to all your tricks and that only made you like him even more. This was the final summer that youâd be putting up with just a seasonal coworker type of relationship with him.
You were grateful that a random night swim had become such a perfect opportunity.
âI donât knowâŠâ He started, turning to look back at the beach and the trees that lined the sand, looking for anyone that may have spotted you two, âThe water isnât too cold, is it?â
âNo,â You giggled, âItâs pretty nice actually. And, I wonât look, if thatâs what youâre nervous about.â You assured him, âAnd you donât have to if you really donât want to.â You could see on his face that he was torn over whether or not he should join you, but you were honest. If he didnât want to, you wouldnât make him. âBut, if youâre not going to, do you still want to stay out here with me?â
âYeah, of course Iâll stay.â He smiled, âI wouldnât want to leave you all by yourself on such a beautiful night.â
âThanks, thatâs sweet.â You smiled up at him, your eyes locking for just a moment. âI was going to swim out just a little bit, if thatâs ok? Iâll come back every once in a while so you know I didnât drown.â
âSounds good.â He laughed, âIâll be right here when you come back.â
You pushed off from the pier, and Jason caught a glimpse of the sheen of the moon glowing against your body. He sighed, watching you swim out a few yards before dipping beneath the surface. As he unfurled the blanket from his arms and laid it out at the end of the pier, his eyes stayed on you. There wasnât enough light to get a good view of you, but he could still make out your perfect features as you floated on the surface of the water.
Jason sat there for a moment, watching, thinking over whether or not he should. He wanted to, he wasnât denying that, but it just seemed all too perfect. The two of you, all alone late at night under the stars. It was a bad idea, he knew it was, but the situation just felt too perfect to give up.
All alone together on such a beautiful night, a blanket to keep you warm afterwards and no one else around to spot you. He looked out to the water, and saw you in the glow of the moon against the water, waving to him. Jason raised his hand to wave back and the gentle light from above illuminated you perfectly.
He could see your lips curled into a smile, the slight texture in your wet hair, and the littlest glint of yearning in your eyes as you looked out to him. That one quick glance into your eyes got rid of any other thought in his head, and replaced them with you. All those moments that heâd never picked up on, the smiles and waves, the quick small talk in passing, finally made sense.
He smiled to himself, and a slight sense of pride flowed through his body as he reached down to lift the hem of his shirtâŠ
One of the best things about being a writer is thinking of something small you can add to your work thatâs just. Devastating. Like youâre sitting there going. Oh. That would be diabolical. People would get really riled up about that. Exquisite. Letâs do it.
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