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luvstarss · 12 days

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Family Dinner

ReaderxJJ

Warnings:None!Fluff :)

This one is a long one so buckle up!

"I'm really not sure about this" JJ says turning to me with a worried look on his face "Jay there gonna love you" I reassure him as I quickly take my eyes off the road and look over to see him biting his lips which is something he did when he was nervous. "I promise," I say as I use one hand to hold his."I don't know," he says nervously

"If u need to leave we can but we have to go in at least okay?" I say with a reassuring smile "Mhm" he mumbles in response.My parents were having a family dinner, so they invited JJ as they wanted to meet him, and he was nervous. really nervous.We pull up at my house in the Twinkie that John B had lent us for the night. "home sweet home" I say as we both jump out of the van and walk up to the front porch

"JJ relax it’s gonna be fine I promise baby"I say softly as I give him a soft kiss. he nods as I open the front door "Mom I'm here!" I shout as my little sister comes running up to me "Lia!" I shout as I pick her up and hug her tightly "Hi!" she squeals wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her face in my neck.

"Lia I want you to meet JJ"I say with a smile as she lifts her face up and looks at the boy next to me "Oooo" she says and starts making kissy noises. Me and JJ both let out a laugh as I put her down and she goes running off. "Dad!" I shout him into the living room as we go and sit down on my couch. I slowly grab JJ's hand as my dad walks into the living room. I feel him tense up "You must be JJ!" my dad says with a smile as JJ stands up and shakes my dad's hand "You hungry?" my dad asks as he sits on the couch opposite us.

"Yeah starving" jj says with an awkward laugh as he sits back down next to me. "Well good to meet u JJ I'm gonna go help in the kitchen," he says with a smile as he goes back into the kitchen "See it's fine," I say reassuringly as I rub circles on jj back "Yeah your dad seems nice" JJ replies with a smile. Before I can reply Lia comes running in with her crayons and paper "What you drawing Lee?" I ask "Me and JJ," She says bluntly "Oh you are now are you?" I say as I look at JJ with a smile and then back at her.

"Yep," she says as she starts scribbling on the paper with different colours. "I think she might like you," I say to JJ with a laugh "Just a bit," he says returning a toothy smile " I really appreciate you coming," I say softly "Of course," he says in the same soft tone as I give him a small kiss on the lips "Ew!" my sister shouts as she stands up with the paper in her hand and hands it to JJ

"Why thank you," he says as he looks on the paper to see a scribble of her and JJ with hearts around the page. Lia lets out a giggle and runs into the other room "Wow cam I think you have some competition" JJ jokes "Yeah yeah" I laugh My mom walks into the living room "Sorry about not coming in sooner!”Hi I’m her mom Melanie" she says as JJ stands up to greet her but my mom just pulls him into a hug. After a few seconds, they both pull away with a smile.

"Thank you for the invite by the way it means the world"JJ says as my mom sits down in the same spot my dad sat previously and JJ sat back down next to me. "It's my pleasure I've never seen Canm so happy," she says with a serious look "Mom stop ur embarrassing me" I reply as my face goes red.

"Well I think Lia likes me even more than your daughter does," jj says to my mom with a laugh as he passes her the drawing. My mom looks down at It and laughs "God she isn't half a hand full" my mom says shaking her head. "Dinners almost ready if u guys don't mind would u guys set the table?" my mom asks her eyes flickering between me and JJ "Yeah of course" he replies. I let out a groan as he pulls me off the couch and into the kitchen. We both start making the table as my sister sprints into the kitchen

"JJ JJ!" she shouts whilst pulling on JJ's arm "What's up Lee?" he asks softly as he neals down to talk to her. my heart immediately melts. "Can u come and help me draw please please pleaseeee" she begs whilst still pulling on his arm "Go on its fine ill finish setting the table"I say with a smile as he gets dragged back into the living room by Lia "Sooo" my mom begins "Sooo" I repeat with a grin "he's a cute one" my mom says returning the grin "yeahhhhh" I reply.

I finish setting the table and look into the living room. I see j sitting cross-legged on the floor helping my sister draw a picture.

At that moment I knew.

My mom comes up behind me and rests her chin on my shoulder "You love him don't you" she says "I think I do" I say softly "Hes a good one keep him close" my mom replies with a smile " Thats if Lia doesn't steal him from you" she adds with a giggle "mhm" I laugh "Alright well go get him and your sister dinners ready" she says giving me a kiss on the cheek as she goes back to putting food on the table. "I see you guys are having fun," I say walking over to them.

"Can close ur eyes!" my sister says "Quick cover them!" she adds as ij puts his hands over my eyes. "Hello to you guys too," I say confused. "Wait here!" my sister shouts as I hear her run off and come back. She gives JJ the okay to let me open my eyes "Well I don't know what u guys are plotting but dinners ready" I say as I help jj up and we walk into the kitchen "Smells amazing Melanie!" JJ says as we all sit down at the table

"Thankyou JJ but please call me mel" She laughs We all begin eating "So how did u and JJ meet?" my dad asks as he puts another mouthful of food in his mouth.

"Well you know how I work at the surf shop? well, jj is really good at surfing so he would buy supplies at the shop then you know we started hanging out" I say with an obvious smile painted on my face as I turn to him as I see the same grin on his face.

"Aww JJ do u work?" my mom asks "Not fully at the moment but I help Cam at the surf shop a lot and I fix cars here and there" he replies as he has a mouthful of his food. JJ places his hand on my thigh as my sister begins "JJ can we show Cam our drawing after dinner?" she says across the table "Yeah of course" he replies with a smile "You guys made me a drawing?" I ask

"Yep we did," jj says with a nod as he turns me witha grin "Your sister is quite the little artist" he adds "Mhm" Lia agrees with a proud nod. We finish off our food and we all go and sit in the living room. Obviously, JJ sits next to me and My mom and dad sit on the couch opposite us whilst my sister runs off and comes back with a piece of paper.

She looks at JJ for a second "Go on give it to her Lee" and with that Lia comes up to us and hands me the paper “why Thankyou”I say as I look down at it to see a picture of her me and jj all holding hands "awww I love it lee" I say in awe as I pick her up and hug her tightly.

After a moment she pulls away and just sits on my lap facing me "I wanna see the drawing!" my mom says as JJ hands her and my dad the paper. They both let out a laugh and give the paper back to JJ "Me and Lee make quite the team don't we" JJ smiles as he gives Lia a high five.

"Im starting to think you like Lia more than me," I say jokingly with a smile as I put her down "Well I meannnn" JJ jokes as I slap him on the shoulder lightly "You're a good man JJ your old man raised you right," my dad says. my heart drops. jj stiffens in his seat. I grab his hand and rub my thumb against it.JJ just smiles awkwardly and shuffles in his seat.

"Well me and JJ better get going we're meeting our friends later," I say with a smile at my parents as we both stand up. "Of course, it's been lovely meeting you JJ," My mom says hugging him once again "Good meeting you too," he says with a smile "You're a good lad JJ," my dad says shaking his hand "Bye JJ!" Lia shouts running up to him as he bends down and hugs her “Bye Lee!”JJ says to the little girl as he stands back up.

"Youll have to babysit her one day with JJ" my mother says to me with a grin "I think she might like that" I say with a laugh "Alright love you guys ill see you guys later," I say as I open the door and go to leave "Love u guys thank you for dinner!" JJ shouts with a smirk. We both laugh as I jump in the passenger seat and jj drives "Well they really like you," I say with a giggle. “

Im glad I was so nervous" he responds with an awkward laugh "I knew they'd love you," I say with a smile "Your sister certainly does," he says turning to me with a smile on his face. "You know I'd love to babysit ur sister sometime you know? like your mom said" JJ says climbing into bed as I join him putting my head on his bare chest as he plays with my hair "Id like that.My heart literally melted when I saw you helping her draw" I say looking up at him

"Really?" he says showing that mesmerising toothy smile "I love ur smile you know" I say out of the blue as I look at him in awe "you do?" he questions his face scrunching up"I really do" I say with a serious look on my face "well I happen to like your smile as well" he says pulling me up and kissing me.

I let out a giggle as I prop my chin on his chest and continue to look up at him "You know me and my mom were talking about you "I say "You were? Oh no what did I do wrong?" he says a worried look painted on his face "No, it's good I promise. I was watching you and Lia play and i realised" i pause for a minute

"i love you JJ" i say my breath heavy it's not like we weren't serious of anything but this is the first time i'd ever said i love you. "I love you too baby" JJ replies as he kisses my forehead.

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neonpaperlanterns · 1 month

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Could I request a two parts of dog day (with legs) x reader?

For the first part it’s just fluff to heavy angst.

The second part is heavy angst to fluff.

The plot for the first one, dog day and the reader are with poppy and kissy Missy, while searching the school for supplies. Catnap ambushes them and starts chasing them. He splits up dogday and the reader and while they fight the reader gets kidnapped…

Also Catnap taught as dog day the whole time and tricks him with poppy gas making him believe everything’s okay. When in reality he lost.

Star Gazing

[Part two]

Pulling open drawers you riffled through loose papers and broken pencils. Holding in a sigh you moved onto the next cabinet. More bits and bobs that had long lost their usefulness stared you in the face.

“How’s the scrounging going?” You did not hold back your sigh this time and let your head gently thunk on the rusted metal of the cabinet.

“That bad?” You heard DogDay muse as he wandered up behind you. In response you flail your arms around. A low laugh leaves him and you turn your head enough to glare at him. There is no heat behind it though, you don’t want to discourage him. The sound of DogDay and Poppy laughing along with the sight of Kissy’s little shoulder shakes is something you deeply treasure.

“Has your luck been better than mine?” You’re hopeful because you know that the school can’t possibly be picked clean. It had been closed off for ten years, something still had to be here. Hidden away in an attempt to preserve it.

“It has. Come on, let me show you.” DogDay was smiling, he always was, but you knew when it reached his eyes it was genuine.

“Oh? What did you find?” An eyebrow raised as he led you towards one of the classrooms you hadn’t checked yet.

“It’s a surprise.” That had you intrigued along with the faint giggling you heard through the closed door. Suddenly you were feeling rather giddy. What could they have possibly found that made all of them so excited?

“Okay, close your eyes.” You did as you were told. Hearing the door creak open you felt your foot tapping in anticipation. Hands were being placed on your shoulders as you were guided through the doorway.

“Alright, you can open them.” Your eyes flung open as you took in the room. Standing in the center was a fort of sorts. Made up of various cabinets, desks, and stray blankets. You could see bits of soft yellow light shining through and the vague shadows of Kissy.

“Follow me, I’ll show you inside.” You watched as DogDay crouched down, his shoulders hunching slightly as he crawled through a gap in the fort. Doing as you were told again you followed after him, being mindful of the rough concrete and various sharp points on the ground.

“You’re here!” Small cool porcelain hands grabbed at your sleeve as Poppy tried to help you further into their constructed abode. You watched as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“What do you think?” Her big blue eyes looked up at you expectantly. Letting your gaze wander over the faded blankets, rusted desks, and torn pillows you could feel your heart starting to swell.

“It’s wonderful.” You felt the need to speak softly as you stared at the scene in front of you. Poppy let out a small cheer as she scurried over to a stack of meticulously placed pillows. Kissy was draped over half of the fort, her limbs looped around protruding bars that were cushioned with various bits of cloth. She looked content and maybe a tad sleepy.

“Get comfortable. There’s more.” DogDay fluffed a pillow as he beckoned you over. Warm excitement bloomed in your stomach as you shucked off the grabpack. Settling down next to him you opted to use his stomach as the resting place for your head.

“Turn it on, turn it on.” Poppy chanted from atop her throne of cushions. You felt more than heard DogDay laugh. There was a click and the fort was plunged into darkness but then you heard a faint whirring noise. Glancing towards the center you aren’t sure how you didn’t notice the little contraption before. It was giving off a faint bluish glow and then there was a tap to your shoulder. Looking over you see that DogDay was pointing upward. Following his hand you let out a small laugh.

Above you were swirling faint stars.

They twirled in a sporadic pattern, the light was dim, and you could hear a static filled tune slipping out of old speakers. Even as distorted as it all was you couldn’t help but feel contentment settle over you. Sinking further into DogDay you let this moment wash over you.

“What do ya think?” The giant dog asked.

“I love it.” You stated as you continued to watch the spinning stars. A large hand came to rest around your stomach.

“Do you think we’ll ever get to see real stars?” Poppy’s small voice sounded from somewhere in the dark. Her tone was melancholic and it made something in your chest clench.

“Yes.” You stated, putting as much conviction behind your statement as possible. “When this is all over and we get out of here I’ll take us stargazing.” You swore.

“Really?” Two voices asked in unison as a mittened hand wrapped around your leg.

“I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” and you would. When all of you got out of here you would take them as far away and open as possible. That was a promise.

Everything fell silent as all of you stared at the projection. The arms around you tightened. A soft protest came from Poppy as you heard her get down from her pillow seat.

And just as she was about to join in what had turned into a cuddle pile the center of the fort came crashing down.

Dust and wood splinters rained down on you. The sound of Kissy shrieking shook the room as the scent of rotting poppies began to infect the air. Scrambling for your mask you come to the horrifying realization that the mask is attached to the grabpack. Which is not on you right now. Smacking a hand over your mouth you tried to hold your breath. Legs trapped in a tangle of blankets and broken desks you struggled. Your lungs began to burn.

“Get out of here!” DogDay shouts as he also fights against the ruined fort.

A low rumbling laugh resonated through the room. It slithered through your ears and made your bones ache. Then something was wrapping around your arm and yanking. It tore you from DogDay and for a moment you thought it was Kissy.

But as the faint glow of quizzical white eyes stared at you, any relief you felt vanished. Catnap brought you up to his face. So close that you could see the little scars that were littered around his eternal smile.

“I cannot see the stars, so none of you ever will.”

#poppy playtime #dogday poppy playtime #reader insert #kissy missy #poppy #catnap #forts #star gazing #dogday x reader #fluff #angst #this isn't as angsty as I wanted but don't worry #part two will deliver

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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hiii, I'm new to your blog and I love the way you write!!

could we have something with wade wilson/deadpool ? thank you in advance 💗💗

Taco Tuesdays

Wade Wilson x plus size reader

Tuesdays are date nights in the Wilson household and nothing is going to get in the way of Wade and his Mexican food and his woman.

Warnings: Wade Wilson, violence, implied smut, swearing

WC: 894

Minors DNI

Tonight the music seems so loud

I wish that we could lose this crowd

Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say

Rang out through the cavernous warehouse. “Wait! Wait! Wait! Timeout!” The goons tied up in chairs around the red-clad man went silent, giving each other almost disbelieving looks. His gloved hand flew into the crotch of his weirdly tight pants and started rooting around.

“Where is it? C’mon you slippery bitch. Ah hah!” A beat up flip phone was pulled out, still ringing. “Helloooo~” He answered, pressing the cheap phone tightly to where his ear was located under the red latex. “Hi Wade! Are we still on for dinner tonight?”

“Oh my darling baby girl!” He cooed into the phone, absentmindedly twirling his katana around, the sharp tip getting dangerously close to the eyes of the man restrained closest to him. He heard you giggle through the phone bashfully, still not used to his overwhelming amount of pet names for you. “Of course we’re still having dinner tonight! When have I ever refused your deliciousness?”

“Wade.” You hissed, obviously getting flustered. His lips curled up in a devious smirk that no one could see. “What, everyone should know that my girl has the most delicious, delectable, most incredible little pus-“

“Wade!” But he just laughed at your screech, quite pleased with himself. He could practically see you curled in that oversized sweater that you were obsessed with, burying your head in the fabric, trying to hide your face like you always did when you were embarrassed. “You can’t say that!”

“Of course I can! It’s true!” His blade twirled around his head as he spun around. The various men he had detained each flinched away, trying to get as far away from the deadly weapon as possible. But given how tight they were tied down, they could only crane their necks back a few inches.

“But it’s not polite!” You insisted, your voice going up in pitch the way it always did when you were annoyed at him.

“Can you just kill us now?” One of the goons muttered under his breath. Wade’s head whipped around so quickly he almost snapped his neck. “What the fuck did you just say?” The man opened his mouth to respond but Deadpool interrupted him. “No no, I wasn’t asking you to repeat yourself, I was just giving you time to realise how badly you fucked up.”

The katana came to rest on the man’s chest, the tip digging into the soft spot at the base of his neck. “You will die, but I’m about to make it veeeery slow like when I make sweet sweet love to my lady bird.” An indignant splutter came from his phone’s speakers, reminding Wade that said lady bird was still listening in.

“I’m going to hang up now, my precious little gremlin. I’ll be home soon to eat some tacos and then your taco.” He made some kissy noises into the phone and hung up before you could chastise him again. “Now, let’s get started.”

——————

Just as you set the last plate of taco fixings on the table, your front door burst open like it always did when Wade came home (except for the times when he came through the window, or once when he blew up a wall). “Honey! I’m home!”

His suit was a slightly more rusty red than when he left this morning, obviously caked in blood that you would have to rinse off later. There were a couple rips from where he had been injured but thankfully not many today. “Hi Wade.” You replied, still somewhat bashful.

You could tell he was frowning under his mask. “Now why are you so embarrassed?” He wrapped you up tightly in his arms, your own curling around the back of his neck. Your fingers found the smooth edge of his mask where it met the back of his suit and you gently yanked up. He let you pull the rough material from his head, exposing his face to you.

“Don’t talk about our sex lives in front of other people.” He scoffed at your firm tone and leaned forward so he could nuzzle the tip of his nose against your own.

“It wasn’t like they were going to live to tell anyone else.” You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. His hands quickly slipped from your lower back to your ass, giving the plump cheeks a firm squeeze.

“I’ve changed my mind, I want your enchilada first.” As his fingers slipped lower, making a b-line for the apex of your thighs, you laughed shyly, wiggling in his hold.

“But I made tacos not enchiladas.” His face fit into the juncture of your neck and shoulders, delicately nipping at your soft skin.

��They’re both the same coming out, hot lips.” You groaned at his crassness but a moan quickly slipped from your lips as he gave a particularly hard bite to your pulse point. “Let’s go to bed.” He pulled you back with him, guiding both of you to the cheap, unmade bed.

“Hey hannibals-favourite-meal?”

*Yes Wade?*

“Fade to black please.”

*But-*

“Don’t think a computer screen will stop me from coming after you for looking at me and my girl doing some fun patootie.”

*Sigh, fine.*

“Thank you.”

The End.

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jermer10 · 2 months

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yo, if you’re not open for rqs now feel free to ignore/delete but i’m begging you to expand more on Scouts fake relationship in order to make ms pauling jealous yk. I’m stuck between the reader already having feelings for him and feeling bad during the relationship or the reader also developing feelings for scout when they realize that he’s not so bad… sometimes

TF2 scout fake dating trope

suggestive, gn reader | anon i want you reveal yourself /j

tw: violence, sliiiiight angst but not really teehee, swearing

drabbles under the cut :P

You sometimes regret ever taking this fucking job. You could prepare for a fight, being blown up, being shot at. There was no way to prepare yourself for Scout. He was simply always there, causing this feeling of disgust mixed with...lust? As dirty as that felt, you couldn't say you denied it. He paid you the time of day that no man ever really had, flirting with you relentlessly, defending you against anyone who opposed you, confiding in his struggles to you. And yet he still wanted Pauling? Any merc in their right mind could tell that Pauling was gay. As a matter of fact she had confided this in you months ago, gushing about her feelings for her boss. So when the offer to be his partner in order to make her jealous arose, she wanted you to take it.

"I mean, clearly this can segue into some sort of relationship, right? Like, guy realizes he has what he wants the whole time kind of thing." She spoke matter-of-factly, typing away on her computer as you leaned onto the space next to her desk, arms crossed over your chest. She didn't look up at you while she spoke, but you could tell this was more for her than you, I mean, finally having this guy off of her back? A dream for her, even if she had to put up with the 'I'm sorry Miss Paulin'! I found someone else, but don't let me break ya heart, plenty o' fish in the sea!' speech. "Yeah, I'm sure you know what being second best feels like." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off of the table and walking towards the exit. "Oh- come on y/n! Don't be like that!" Pauling turned, yelling out to you as you left her office. Maybe you were a bit harsh?

You knew why he had asked you of all mercs. You noticed the way he had become more flirtatious, more physical when Pauling was around. He had been trying this for months- to elicit some sort of reaction from the young woman, but to no avail. This was just his way of taking it all to the next step. But would it really be that bad to pursue something? Having at least a chance is better than not trying at all. You entered the dining room, gently shutting your eyes and running your hands through your hair, breathing in the stale air of the base's living quarters. This was home for you, a place where you could relax from all of it. "Sooooo, have ya thought about it?" You heard a voice come from the couch and jumped slightly. There he was, laying back into the corner of the lounge, legs spread and hair messy. He wasn't wearing his usual uniform, opting for some pale red basketball shorts and a plain white tee. How could someone so annoying be so attractive? "Yeah, fuck it. Couldn't hurt."

It wasn't long before your dynamic had shifted. During movie nights he had started cuddling up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and allowing you to fall asleep on him. Throughout battles he would tourniquet your wounds, appearing genuinely upset when you had gotten hurt. You had even started sleeping over in eachother's rooms, passing out whilst reading his comics. The other mercs noticed this shift in behaviour, and without telling them, they had assumed you were a couple. Making kissy noises when you were seen together, patting him on the shoulder and complimenting his ability to bag you. He never refuted it. Never once looked disgusted. Never laughed it off.

You started to wonder whether he was doing this for Pauling at all? Or whether he was just trying to make this whole thing seem realistic to the others enough that she would believe it too. It didn't really matter to you, you figured you could enjoy the attention while it lasted, and eventually move on. That part stung. The moving on portion of the fake dating. The aftermath. The inevitable rejection- "Hey, Pauling here," The crackling of your radio knocked you out of your contemplation. "I have a job for you and Scout. Meet me at..." You could barely listen to her, the only thought running through your mind was the fact you would have to sit there knowing any and all affection he showed you would be for her. If only they had put this in the job description, maybe you never would have applied.

Scout was already there when you arrived, yapping as usual. You were out of earshot, but could only assume he was flirting with the poor girl. Only this time Pauling was...smiling? You felt like you had been punched in the gut. "I have a job to do." You mumbled to yourself. Knowing Pauling didn't like him didn't help with the deep rooted feelings of insecurity you had around the topic. Scout noticed you walking towards them and grinned, "There they are! My partner in crime." He chuckled, slinging his arm around your shoulder. "Hey, Pauling." You forced a smile. She noticed, giving you a look you couldn't place. Did she know something that you didn't?

"Shall we?" Scout opened the side of the van door for you, allowing you to climb inside. You smiled genuinely, even if it was all fake, he still had you charmed. The ride to wherever Pauling had wanted you to work was long, and Scout was nowhere near as chatty as you had assumed he would be. He sat opposite from you, bouncing a baseball off of your side of the van. You made light conversation with Pauling, asking about work and the Assistant's conference she attended with Bidwell. You were particularly interested in Bidwell, being close with him before joining the mercenaries, and were surprised he was even still working for Hale. Scout's once peaceful expression twisted into something that resembled annoyance every time you spoke of Bidwell, and a part of you liked it. You feigned ignorance as you gushed over your friendship with the man, Pauling doing nothing to downplay your praise. Eventually you had stopped at a cave, several warning signs littered the entrance. "I need you to go in there and kill a couple of nosy tourists."

"You coming?" She peered up from her clipboard at you, eyes flickering between the brooding boy off in the distance and you. "Do you need my answer to that?" You laughed. "I'll see you when we get out." She hummed, engrossed in whatever paperwork she had been doing. Scout was definitely mad, silence was a telltale sign of his upset. You wanted to ask, to hear him say it with his own words that he was jealous of Bidwell, but you knew better than to pry. You were good at reading him, and now wasn't the time to cause an argument. The cave was deep, and even with the expertly drawn map that Pauling had given you, you felt lost. It felt like an hour had passed until you found the tourists, they were horrified, staring down at the bodies of hundreds of high ranking officials, other mercenaries, and assassins. Even regular people like them were scattered among the pile. This was clearly where she had been dumping the remains of people, and suddenly the deterring signs out front made sense.

You tried to make their deaths quick, but life doesn't really work out that way. There were three of them, two of which you and Scout had taken out at the same time using your guns. That left the third person, a man, likely in his late 20s? His large hiking backpack, boots, and layered clothing made it clear he wasn't from here. His face resembled Bidwell's in a way? You felt dizzy looking at him. He ran, traversing deeper into the cave. You were aggravated, but it was nowhere near the level of anger that radiated off of Scout. He tackled the man, beating him repeatedly. By the time Scout got off of him, you couldn't even recognize the man. He swore, wiping the spray of blood off of his face.

You tried to be scared, you really did, but the way he stood there, bat in hand, covered in gore, eyes boring into yours? It was a huge turn-on. "Let's go." He commanded, pushing past you. You obliged, and followed him silently. Eventually you had to ask, it was eating away at you, and you figured he had released most of his rage onto the poor man lying deep in the cave. "Are you okay?" It came out a lot meeker than you had expected. "What do ya think? Ya think, 'Oh Scouty is gonna love hearin' me gush about that Bidwell fucker!' when you're supposed to be my partner?" You didn't expect him to be so blunt, let alone so rude about it. Other times you had seen him jealous over Pauling he had been whiny and pathetic. This time was completely different. "Yeah, your fake partner. To make Pauling jealous. I'm not your second fucking option, Scout! You don't like me! Do you know how hard it is for me? I have to see you sit there flirting with a girl who will never like you back when I'm right here!" He stopped walking, and turned to face you. He looked hurt, and you knew you had messed up.

You kept walking, neither of you needed the map or torch any longer as the light from the entrance lit your surroundings. The afternoon sky was a watercolour mixture of purple and orange, the sun set fast behind the mountainous terrain you found yourself standing in front of. Had you really been in the cave for that long? It would have been beautiful if not for the shitty mood you had found yourself in. "Hey! How did you gooo....." Pauling stopped herself. You gave her a look. That's all she needed to know before offering you the passenger seat. The ride back to base was uncomfortably quiet, the baseball that Scout had been using to bounce off of the wall rested in his palm. The future had never felt so uncertain in that moment.

You sat awkwardly at the right end of the couch. Scout on the left. The room was dark and movie night was coming to an end, mercs slowly filing out of the room until the two of you remained. He put on some random romantic comedy and relaxed into the lounge. Your whole body was tense. The events from earlier in the night had still weighed heavy on you both. And surprisingly, Scout was the first to speak. "So....you like me?" He grinned slightly. You were taken aback, that's what he got from your fight? "Yeah, don't let it get to your head, asshole." You mumbled, staring straight at the tv screen.

"I like you too. Have for a while now." You turned to him, wide eyed. "What?" He seemed embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess that's why I was actin' so weird about the Bidwell shit," He fidgeted with his dogtags. "I started the whole fake datin' thing to make Paulin' jealous, but it stopped feelin' like that the moment I actually started to spend time with ya...." Scout stumbled over his words. He wasn't very good with expressing himself verbally, despite his flirtatious nature. "I'm....sorry.." He mumbled. You scooted closer to him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry too." He leaned down to kiss you. It was long, sweet, and everything you had ever dreamed of. "Be my partner for real?" You laughed. "After all of that? Would be crazy if I said no." Maybe he wasn't all that bad.

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Cold-blooded Beings - Part 3

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: Hello guys! I promise this chapter was hard to write because I might be advancing to Saltburn at the next one. A little less confident this time around but would love to hear your thoughts! Please always remember that Y/N is rich so her dialogue can be very tone-deaf. Keep safe everyone!

Warnings: Sex, Nudity, Alcohol and Alcoholism, Language, Applied Stalking, Death, and Drugs

Word Count: 2354

|| Part One, Part Two

Pity and Power

“I just don’t get it you know? I’ve always tried my best to please Felix and I even studied harder in case he would ask me something.” Annabel scowled while eating a handful of loaded chips from your plate. At this point you figured no one knows what personal space is at all and what is yours is theirs. “Look, Annie, you shouldn’t try so hard for a boy. He barely does anything for you and he’s…Felix. You know?”

Clearly Annabel didn’t know when she groaned in frustration and ate more of your food. “So easy for you to say, you and Oliver have him wrapped in your fingers.” You gave her a confused look and scooped up some of the food you were supposed to eat alone. “Look bitch, he makes time for you and Oliver, but me? “Oh fuck you Annie I’m too busy for you.” But then he turns around and it’s “Oh Ollie, you need me? Okay hold on I’ll make time.”” This conversation is getting too heated and annoying for no reason that you just had to take out a pack of cigarettes to clear your head. Annabel doesn’t know shit about Felix or Oliver.

You turn to look at Annabel with a genuine expression and gave her a comforting smile, “You know Annie, you’re a hot girl. Felix is just a stupid boy in a sea of stupid boys. You deserve way more than that. Oliver is just…A new friend that he wants to impress?” Annabel laughed at you and held her stomach with how much she was bursting out. “Oh god, You? Babes you’re also part of the Oliver fan club. Always making Oliver’s life be ten times better than what a scholar snot should have.” You pressed the butt of your cigarette on the concrete thinking hard on Annabel’s accusation. “He just needs help sometimes Annie, stop being a bitch…” Annabel scoffed and rolled her eyes, “He’s poor babes, not handicapped. Quit being a savior.” You sighed and leaned against the pillar behind you.

Your phone buzzed in your pockets breaking the silence between you two. You checked and it was Farleigh, “Hello?”

“Hey pretty lady, can I steal you so I can hangout with my favorite people?” You chuckle, earning a confused look from Annabel that you later dismissed. “Depends. What am I needed for?” He chuckled, a little too deep and too hot for your liking. “An eye-candy would certainly take away from the boredom.” You breathed out and laughed softly. “Alright then. Where is my presence needed?”

“Roof top. Be a doll and drag Felix along.” He said goodbye with some kissy noises then ended the call without another beat. Annabel waved her hand for you to go without a word and you simply gave her a kiss on a cheek, thankful that she didn’t ask any questions.

Dragging Felix out to the confines of the chilly night was the one of the most awkward experiences you’ve had. You were waiting outside his dorm when you could hear the lewd sounds and the bed squeaking from out the hallway. Truly a horrific way to spend your Friday night, especially after listening to Annabel talk about her problems with him. “Umm…Fee are you in there?” You heard colorful lines of curse words and a lot of stumbling around. After a few minutes of waiting outside hearing scuttling, Felix finally opened the door.

Two girls dashed out of the room holding on to their dresses for dear life while Felix leaned against the door, half naked, still sweaty and flushed. “Any reason why I’ve been interrupted?” You look unimpressed, crossing your arm over your chest. “Get dressed. Farleigh told me to fetch you.” He rolled his eyes but went back into his room to grab a shirt, took a few seconds before he was walking out of his dorm with no snide remarks, waiting for you to lead the way.

The rooftop was chilly, and weirdly when you arrived you only saw Farleigh sitting by himself with a ton of bottles next to him. “Finally, you two took too long. What happened? Did Felix fall into a hole? Spoil me, Love.” You can’t help but laugh while you sat down on a spot beside Farleigh, Felix following suit while grumbling under his breath. “Our dear Felix fell in two holes.” You said in a scandaled manner. “Would it be too mean to assume one of those holes was Oliver?” You guffawed and looked back at Felix clearly unamused as he uncapped one of the wine bottles. “Farleigh. I already told you how I feel when we talk about Ollie. He’s a nice kid so…Tone it down, Mate.” Farleigh sighed loudly and draped his arm over your shoulder, mouthing boring while looking at Felix.

“Oh yeah, would I be boring if I asked dad to cancel your Veyron order now, Farleigh.” Felix snagged you away from Farleigh and used you as a headrest. “I wonder what Elspeth would think if she found out you kissed an ugly bitch at the bar, Felix.” Farleigh stuck his tongue out at the boy who was using your lap as his pillow. Chuckling at their childish banter while you played with his hair, chugging down more alcohol.

“Hey Fee, Oliver has been asking about you…I don’t know what to tell him. Kind of weird hanging out with him when he just looks for you.” You mentioned passively.

“You still hang out with him?” Felix asked.

“Well…Yeah. Why?” Felix and Farleigh both look at each other which was both endearing but annoying thing you’ve witnessed. “What. Come on guys what did I miss?” Farleigh just shook his head and looked back at you. “Nothing. Let’s just enjoy our time together, no?” You let it pass and stole Felix’s wine bottle. You three ended up enjoying the company, dare you say that it was a needed moment of solace. Talking about your life in Switzerland and their life in Saltburn the years after you.

You even talked about Venetia and what goes in her life without the three of you. It was nice knowing how she was, knowing she was a little bit more isolated from the group due to her two-year age gap from the rest of you. In a way you empathized with the pressure and the burden of being the oldest daughter. You even dwelled into your sex lives because of Farleigh’s incessant teasing over Felix’s failed threesome. My, these boys haven’t been the most pure, but then again so were you.

You forgot how you got to your dorm room when you woke up the morning after, just glad that you were able to sleep enough to be a sane person for the rest of the day. Felix and Farleigh both sent you some messages and some photos that you don’t remember taking from last night. You lay down with a huge smile on your face, content with your life before the hellish exams start to eat at you.

A few weeks go by when you were out in the field talking to your friends, actually, complaining to them about how stupid the term was and what possessed your professors to fuck with all of you. You were immersed in the conversation when random goosebumps engulfed you out of nowhere. You realized Oliver’s piercing gaze directed at you.

You excuse yourself from your friends and walked up to Oliver from across the courtyard, alone and awkward. “Hey Ollie! How was the exam week for you?” Oliver awkwardly nodded his head, looking down to his shoes. It was a little weird that he changed so fast just because you were near him…Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing type of weird. “Um…How was it?” He finally looked up at you with those lost eyes, pursing his lips. “It was alright. I studied pretty well. What about you guys?”

“I mean…We all managed in a way.” There was an awkward silence in the air and you disliked it so much. “Walk with me?” Oliver nodded the same way and followed you down the path of the courtyard, you were careful to make your steps smaller than usual so he could keep up. “How’s Felix?” You looked back at Oliver, watching him play with the hem of his shirt while walking behind you.

“Felix? Pft well he’s okay I guess? Being a dick and a dumbass at the same time.” He looked so small. So fragile that it unnerved you. It was disturbing but you can’t let Felix and Farleigh’s words eat your own opinions. He was still your friend, you had to give him a chance too. “How have you been, Ollie? I’m sorry I wasn’t able to reach out to you these last few weeks. Been very busy with other T.A. Stuff and it was draining.” He gave a small smile and walked a little faster to keep up with you, “It’s been alright. Carrying small baggage but it’s been good.”

“Oh? Baggage you say?”

“His face fell a little when you asked, “Yeah my mum she uh…She’s a bit of an alcoholic.”

You stop in your tracks to look at him. Truly look at the whole him. He looked meek and fragile and you had conflicted feelings over it. It isn’t real, a part of you say. “Oh. I’m so sorry to hear that, Ollie. No child deserves that kind of parent.”

“My…My father he’s in the hospital and I just…It’s so hard right now especially after the holidays. He tried to look okay but deep down I knew he was struggling. Keeping himself together for me while my mum was wasting away in alcohol.”

It felt weird making a sound, even to just breathe. It felt rude and perhaps disrespectful? Oliver is going through a lot and you were doubting him like the asshole your parents told you not to be. You saw tears run down his cheeks and instinctively reached out to offer your handkerchief.

He took it, quickly wiping his tears away.

You opened your mouth to say some comforting words when some of Farleigh’s friends greet you and hogged around you. You weren't sure if they purposely pushed Oliver out of the group while they dragged you away to compliment you but it was likely. You watched as Oliver looked at you with disappointment as he walked out of your line of sight.

“You look amazing, darling what did you do to your hair?” His name was Mercutio, from what you remembered. He slowly yanked off the ponytail you had and let your hair spill to your lower back. It caught you off-guard but you were careful not to show. “Silky and smooth like feathers.” He said as he ran his fingers through it. You smiled at them while trying to register who they were, there was Mercutio who was descended from an Italian Monarch. Elise, daughter of a powerful family from East Asia. Then there was Leon. He was new money rich and Farleigh made sure you remembered that.

They always said New money burns faster than the jewels that lasted centuries.

They took you to a restaurant to eat dinner together. It wasn’t unusual for people to pull you out to eat with them, people have been doing it way more now that the Catton boys were known to be close to you at a chance to impress you. You didn’t mind the dinner or how they made you pay in the end too. You actually admired how thick-faced they were. It was just another inconvenience that you wanted to get out of the way.

You didn’t tell Farleigh about the encounter but you guessed that they did when he decided to sit you down after a party with Felix, who called for a meeting between his inner circle because of what Oliver told him. The same story about how his father was very sick, dying almost, and how his mother was dealing with it. Felix even told you about how he invited Oliver to Saltburn for the summer to cheer him up.

It started off as bouts of bad mouthing towards Oliver from Farleigh to making you spill what happened between his friends. “Why did you let them take advantage of you like that?” You looked up at him while you cradled your bottle of Champagne. You were at the back alley of the bar, trying to sober up and get away from the head-throbbing music they put on. “It’s nothing Farleigh, they were just being nice.”

“Nice my ass. Those snakes are pathetic liars who can’t fuck off. Did they really think that being all buddy-buddy with you would make them earn a spot to go to Saltburn?” He took a drag of his joint and sat next to you. “Now I hear Oliver gets the pity poor boy card and go to Saltburn because Felix was being a fucking saint.” You snicker and get a shove from Farleigh, hard enough to jolt you.

You rest your head on his shoulder while looking up at him. “What can I do to ease your mind off of it?” He leaned back and looked down at you with a smirk, “I don’t know baby, what can you do?”

You smiled up at him as your faces move inches closer from each other. No wasted moments later, when you felt the warmth of his lips on yours. How soft it felt just like when you made out in the club a few months back. It was too delicate for a guy with a sharp tongue like his. He sneakily snaked his arms around your waist and at the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His tongue slowly swiped at your lower lip when suddenly…

“Love! Where are you!” India slurred as she walked out of the club. You pulled yourself away from Farleigh and giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek to tend to your friend. He exhaled loudly while you walked away from him, leaving him alone again.

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Peace Talk (Fluff/Angst) (18+)

TLR!Donatello x reader

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while, so I finally decided to write. And in true The Last Ronin style, it gets angsty. Real angsty towards the end. I cried while writing that😭

Donnie and the reader are 24.

Warnings: Long, a slight feeling of impending doom, from friends to lovers, sex, death, loss of loved ones, cry warning at the end.

The quiet silence of the village broke, when the aircraft all you had been waiting for slowly descended down towards the open space, landing just on top of the large symbols of the Hamato clan, carved in stone and set into the ground. You felt the fabric of your clothes flap in the wind, squinting your eyes, trying to hide your face behind your hand as dust started flowing up from the ground, flying over you, your father, and all the other men and women that stood outside waiting.

Once the aircraft reached the ground, the hatch opened with a puff of air, before slowly lowering down towards the ground. And out the open hatch of the aircraft, came a pair of familiar faces. Faces you hadn’t seen for a long time, yet being excited to finally see again.

Your father greeted Master Splinter, bowing politely before him, you and all the other’s quickly following his lead.

“Master Shinichiro”, the old rat greeted your father, bowing in return. “It is good to see you and your family, my old friend. It has been far too long! You remember my son, Donatello?” Splinter turned his attention to the mutant turtle by his side, Donatello bowing for you and your father.

You felt your stomach tingle as you bowed for him. It has been around ten years since you last saw Donnie and his family. Back then you had been nothing but 14 year old teenagers, already far from the small kids you used to be, running around the Hamato village whenever he and his brothers came to visit the clan. The memories of hide and seek was still clear in your head, remembering how hard it used to be playing such a game with four ninjas in training. Not just any ninjas, but four mutant turtles with super strength and speed.

But you could still clearly remember that time ten years ago, where the first signs of maturity had started showing in Donnie and his brothers. Or most of his brothers. Leo, Raph and Mikey had found it hilarious to tease you and Donnie that summer, often making kissy noises whenever you and bow staff wielding would talk, all culminating with Donnie’s brothers trying to push Donnie into your arms by the river, ending with you and the purple clad turtle getting soaking wet and muddy. Master Splinter and your father had not been very pleased by that.

Back then you hadn’t thought much of the way the others would tease you, getting flustered when they wouldn’t listen to you and Donnie’s calls for them to quit, as there was nothing between the two of you. But now, as you stood before a 24 year old Donatello, you could not deny that you were in awe. Back then Donnie had been taller than his brothers and much skinnier, with a pair of glasses too big for his face. But now, he was not just tall but broad, the outline of muscles faintly showing through his black clothing. He had ditched the comically large glasses, opting for no glasses at all, his face ten years older with stronger features. Donnie was a man now. An incredibly handsome man. And as he stood up to his full height after bowing, his eyes meeting yours, you almost forgot how to breathe in the cold winter air, his now strong gaze holding yours, the hint of a smile playing on the corner of his lip.

“Of course. Greetings to both of you!”, your father said, waking you up from your small daze, reminding you of the time and place. “I look forward to a long and detailed chat once we have concluded the business at hand”.

“Ah, yes. The business of peace”, Master Splinter said, walking with your father, leading the way to your home down in the valley. You and Donnie walked behind them, listening in on their conversation about the peace talk that would take place with Oroku Hiroto and the Foot clan in the morning. Normally, it was during this walk to your family’s home, that you would catch up with the turtles. But not a single word was spoken between you and Donnie. Instead you would glance at each other, avoiding each other’s gaze once you noticed the other was looking. You felt heat spread across your face.

You listened as your father talked with Master Splinter about the celebrations the village would hold, once the peace talks were over, welcoming Splinter and Donnie to the village once more. However, something seemed off. There was a heaviness in the air. A darkness in the horizon, and though you could not yet see it, you could feel it. As if the light the morning should bring wouldn’t come the same way it used to. Donnie seemed to feel it too, his eyes flickering from you to the big bright full moon. There was something in the air of the Hamato village.

—

Over dinner, your father and Master Splinter continued their conversation about the peace talk with the Foot, with your father’s counselors and the other masters around them. You sat in silence and listened, and once again, you got that strange feeling that something was off. It felt like a pit in your stomach that just wouldn’t stop growing, making the rice in your mouth lose its taste.

As you lowered the small bowl of rice, you lifted your gaze and looked over the crowd of men before you, all deep in their discussion, none of them seeming to have the same strange feeling as you did. It was unnerving, making you shiver slightly, as if the room was getting colder as they spoke. You did not like the feeling.

You continued to watch the men as they talked, before you caught the eye of Donatello, sitting by his father’s side, resting his elbows on his folded legs, listening along in silence, the food in front of him untouched. Your eyes lingered for a moment, not a muscle moving in his face. You looked away, suddenly finding interest in the rice in front of you, poking slightly at it with your chopsticks, trying to figure out that growing pit inside of you.

Disappearing into your thoughts, you were suddenly surprised to feel someone sit down next to you. You looked up to find Donnie in the middle of crossing his legs beside you, his rice bowl and chopsticks in hand.

“Hey”, he smiled shyly at you, the sight almost making you forget that you were in fact surrounded by people.

“Hey”, you smiled back, feeling the heat in your cheeks once more, and the pit in your stomach becoming smaller.

“Long time no see”, Donnie smiled, nervously rubbing his thigh with one hand. You smiled when you noticed. It was a habit he had picked up back when he was young, often during so whenever you and he would talk alone together. Though he was a man now, he was still the Donnie you had known ever since you were young.

“Were long”, you smiled, trying not to let your smile overwhelm your face, already feeling your cheeks starting to hurt. “How have you been, Donnie?”, you asked, finally happy to be talking with him again.

“You know, I’ve had ups and downs”, Donnie said, staring at his bowl of rice for a moment, before giving you a genuine heartfelt smile. “But it’s really nice to see you again, (Y/N)”.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling light air fill your lungs. “It’s really nice to see you too, Donnie”, you smiled, watching in delight as his smile grew brighter, the two of you disappearing into your own world in the corner, looking into each other’s eyes. Memories of your summers coming back. The time at six years old, where you jumped around on your futon mattress in the middle of the night, screaming and laughing at the flies that gathered outside your fly net. When you were ten and climbed the threes in the forest. When you were twelve and you laid together on the floor, reading the same book together. Or when you were fourteen, and his brothers pushed the two of you into the river…

There was a loud eruption of laughter from the men, causing you and Donnie to return to reality, watching as they continued their descustions in a light hearted manner.

The strange pit returned in your stomach, and from the look on Donnie’s face, you knew that he felt it too.

“Have you heard where Hiroto wants to meet?”, Donnie asked you, leaning closer into your space so he could keep his voice low.

“No”, you answered, leaning your shoulder against his, listening keenly to what he had to say. “Where?”

Donnie threw a quick glance at the others, his unease clear before he turned to you once more. “A resting place”.

You felt the pit widen, just like your eyes. “I… don’t like that”, you muttered.

“Neither do I”, Donnie said, poking at his rice once more. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since we got the message”.

“What does your father think about it?”, you asked, throwing a quick glance in the direction of Master Splinter.

“He calls Hiroto young. He thinks it’s because his young and a little ignorant”, Donnie answered.

“Doesn’t sound wrong”, you muttered.

“No, it doesn’t”, Donnie said, resting his shoulder against yours while looking at the large group of men. “But I still don’t like it”.

And those words that Donnie spoke, which would stick with you in a way you had never thought possible…

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That evening you tossed and turned on your futon bed, unable to fall asleep. Over and over you kept thinking about what Donnie had said. A resting place. Was Hiroto really ignorant that he would want to have a peace talk at a resting place? A resting place for the dead? It did not sound right. And the thought of letting Donnie, Splinter and your father leave in the morning with the other men made you feel uneasy. So uneasy that you ended up getting out of your futon bed, wrapping yourself in your warm night time kimono, feeling the cold winter air sweeping through the shoji walls.

Slipping out of your room, you slided the shoji shut, before walking down the narrow hall in your bare feet. You quietly passed your father’s room, continuing on past Splinter’s room, continuing til you came to the room Donnie was sleeping in. The same room he and his brothers used to share when they came to visit…

“Donnie?...”, you called out softly, hoping he could hear you. “Donnie, are you awake?”

You heard the sound of light footsteps against the wooden floor, before Donnie slided the shoji door open, rubbing his eyes with a tired expression, his night time hanging loosely onto him and his muscular form. That sight had you caught by surprise, staring a little too long.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?”, he asked.

“Uhm, yeah, sorry…”, you said, shaking your head back to reality. “No, sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I’m a little nervous about the whole thing tomorrow”.

Donnie looked at you for a moment, his warm and friendly eyes taking in your features. A friendly yet tired smile making its way to his lips. “Wanna come in and have a sleepover?”, he asked. “Just like the old days?”

You smiled softly, nodding happily at his suggestion, remembering how fun it used to be, having sleepovers with him and his brothers when you were young.

Donnie moved from the door, letting you in, before sliding it shut behind you. It was strange being back in the room with Donnie without his brothers. Normally there would be four smaller futon mattresses scattered around on the floor, usually with a fifth one in case all you had made plans for you to spend the night with them. But now there was only one in the room. One large one, that proved just how much Donnie had grown over the last ten years.

Donnie noticed your quiet demeanor and the way you stared at the mattress, fearing that you were growing uncomfortable.

“If you want, I can go get another mattress for you?”, he offered, but you stopped him before he could go anywhere.

“No, no”, you said, not wishing your childhood best friend to go through any trouble for you. Especially not with tomorrow waiting for him. You shot him a smile, letting him know that you were in fact okay, also with the sleeping arrangement. “I was just caught up in my head for a moment”.

You went over to his large futon mattress, pulling back the covers in order for both of you to slided under it, getting comfortable in the mattress facing each other. It was like the good old days, when you and Donnie would go to bed before the others, laying beside each other with a book.

You looked at each other for a moment, before the two of you broke into a smile each, chuckling and giggling like you used to do, the position you found yourself in bringing memories from your childhood back like it was yesterday.

“Do you remember the last time we had a sleepover?”, you asked, your voice soft and low, not needing it to be higher with the small distance between you and Donnie.

Donnie chuckled with a nod. “Yes”, he smiled. “It was the night before the river”.

You laughed at the way he said it, enjoying the way his smile made it tingle in your stomach, with butterflies fluttering everywhere, making the pit of anxiety disappear. “I was so mad after that. So mad that I would stay in the same room with them the last night they were here”.

“I remember”, Donnie smiled. “I’ve never seen someone make them so scared just by yelling. They were terrified!”

“I was not that bad!”, you laughed, shaking your head.

“Not that bad? You even made Raph run and hide!”, he laughed, instinctively reaching out for you under the covers, letting his bag hand rest on your arm. “Even Mikey fell into the water when you started yelling”.

“Okay! Okay! Okay!”, you laughed, tapping a hand against his chest in a playful push, not moving his large form an inch. “Maybe I was that bad”.

“Yeah”, Donnie hummed, looking at you for a moment, his smile still genuine. “But I still liked it. It was fun”.

“It was”, you chuckled, thinking back on how you made Raph jump into the arms of Leo, before you and Donnie chased all of them back to your home, where your father and Master Splinter was enjoying tea outside.

Silence fell over the two of you for a moment, your hand still resting on his chest, in the open spot his loose kimono had created, showing you just how large and broad his plastron had grown. Broad and hard, almost in the same shape of a human man’s chest, with small dips and curves, along with scars from many battles. With your soft index finger, looking so small against his chest, you felt the old slashes, not noticing how your touch made Donnie tense up for a moment.

The thumb on your arm started to stroke your skin through the kimono in tender motions, as Donnie got a thoughtful look on his face, taking in your features while your soft warm finger moved over the lines on his chest.

“I’ve really missed you, (Y/N)”, he muttered, avoiding your eyes as he spoke. “So much has happened. Raph… That still hurts sometimes”. You felt the pain in your chest as he mentioned it. You still remembered the day you and your father got a message from New York City, telling you that Raph had been killed by the Foot. That had been a dark day in your life, but you could only imagine how dark it had been for Donnie and his family. “But seeing you again-”, he continued. “-it makes everything better again. It’s like being young again. Young and happy”.

“You make it sound like you’re in your last days”, you chuckled.

“Might as well be”, Donnie smiled, shaking his head at you in a playful manner, poking at you like he used to do when you were younger, making you laugh as it tickled. “24 hits hard”.

“Oh, how nice it was!”, you said in a dramatic manner, falling against Donnie in an even more dramatic way. “To be young!”

“Young and in love”, Donnie finished, freezing up the same way as you did when he said those words out loud. There was a long silence, before you dared to ask him what he meant by that.

“In love?”

Donnie let out a small unsure laugh, thinking his words through before he spoke. “Yeah”, he chuckled. “You didn’t notice?”

You bite your lip, shaking your head. You never noticed. You never noticed how he started to look at you when you were 10, how his brothers would tease him when you were reading alone, or that they decided to push you and Donnie into that river, in the hopes that it finally would bring you and Donnie the last bits closer. And just to tease him in general.

Normally Donnie would get flustered in a situation like this. He would try to hide, divert your attention, or maybe even try to tell you that he was just joking. But he did not. Instead he chuckled, slowly slipping his arm around you, pulling you a little closer, making your heart melt.

“Well, now you know”, he said. “Only took me, what, 14 years to tell you”.

You giggled, letting him pull you closer, continuing to trace shapes on his hard plastron. You could not deny that you had always found Donnie a little interesting, with his sweet personality absolutely charming. But it wasn’t until you saw Donnie step out of that aircraft that day, that you noticed how attractive he was. He had grown a lot over the past ten years, just like red wine. His strong jaw, his strong yet caring stare and big arms that hugged you closely. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach, warmth spreading through your body.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?”, Donnie asked in a low voice, watching you for any negative reactions, even as you were giggling.

“No”, you smiled, smiling up at his face. “I could never get mad at you, Donnie”.

Donnie bit his lip with a happy smile, feeling his confidence grow at your words. The arm wrapped around you dared tracing shapes on your hip and the small of your back, creating goosebumps under your kimono.

Silence fell upon both of you once again, as you were looking into each other’s eyes, enjoying this peaceful moment together, finally coming to grasps with the developing feelings that have been growing over several years.

Donnie’s head moved a little closer to you, and you found yourself leaning in, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips.

“Can I kiss you, (Y/N)?”, Donnie asked, his heart beating through his plastron and into the palm of your hand, his voice almost sounding like he was out of breath.

His question almost made you shriek in a happy surprise, but his close proximity to your face had you in a trance, with his deep brown eyes staring into yours. All you could do was nod with a small “yes”, almost forgetting how to breathe when he started closing the distance between you.

Donnie’s lips felt soft and warm against yours, as he met you in a tender and sweet kiss, your lips lingering for a moment, before you dived back in for another. And another. And then another. Soon you and Donnie found yourselves wrapped up in each other’s arms under the covers, your lips and tongues moving together as the kiss slowly became more and more heated.

A satisfied hum espaced Donnie, as one of your hands slided down his front, loosening his already loose night kimono in the movement. This caused him to pull you firmer against him, making you hike your leg up over his hip, feeling the fabric around you getting loose as well. Donnie let out a small rumble like growl, when he noticed how your chest was now almost revealed for him. A big three fingered hand made its way from your hip and up to your chest, sliding his hand under your kimono and grabbing onto your breast, making you moan against his lips.

With the hand on your chest, Donnie slowly pushed you backwards, until you were laying flat on your back. From here he sat up on his knees, towarding up over you, the cover following with him. From his position he looked down on you with an intense look, making heat flow straight to your core, the sweet scent of your arousal reaching his nose. With a small smile he started to undo what little of his kimono still clung to his body, before letting it drop onto the floor beside you. Excitement built up in you at the sight of Donnie towering naked before you. The toned muscles you had expected to be hiding underneath his clothes, flexing under your gaze, traveling over his body. Shoulders, arms, hands, thighs, torso and his now leaking cloaca.

With a smug smile, Donnie’s firm hands grabbed onto your thighs, spreading them apart as he pulled you closer to him with a small yelp, making your kimono ride up when he scooted you towards him, exposing your most intimate parts to him. A deep churring vibrated from his chest, his eyes scanning your face and body. Your lips plump and red, eyes blown wide with lust, and blushing cheeks. Covered with nothing but the remains of your night kimono around your waist and arms, your breast out in the open, your legs open wide, giving Donnie a full view of your slick flower, glistening at him.

Donnie leaned down over you, his face getting close to yours once again. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N)”, he whispered, before his lips met yours once more. You hummed into the kiss, meeting him with eagerness, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

One of Donnie’s hands moved down your side, reaching for your core, smiling into the kiss as you lifted your hips in order to meet his hand. He kneaded the skin of your thigh, before letting his finger slide between your slick folds, before slowly letting his thumb rub your clit in small light circles.

You pulled from the kiss with a pleasured sigh, looking down at what Donnie’s thumb was doing to you. It was an erotic sight. His large thumb on your small pearl, sending small waves of pleasure through your body, only getting stronger with every circle he formed on you.

“That feels good, Donnie”, you whimpered, spreading your legs even further for him, giving him even more space to work with.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you saying that”, Donnie said in a low voice, his lips meeting yours again, his fingers moving from your clit and down to your entrance, gathering your wetness on the way. Once at your entrance, he slowly pushed his finger into you, stretching you out over his thick digit. You gasped out loud, grabbing onto Donnie’s shoulder as he pushed into you.

Placing a kiss on your cheekbone, Donnie rested his forehead against yours. “You okay?”

“Yes”, you breathed out with a shy smile. “Your finger is just big”.

Donnie chuckled, placing yet another kiss to your forehead. “If you think my finger’s big, just wait for what else I have waiting for you”.

Before you could ask Donnie what he meant, he started moving his finger in and out of you, making you whimper. The wet noises of Donnie’s finger moving in and out of you only made you even more excited, thinking of you the situation you were in. You were laying in the guest room of your childhood best friend, with your legs wide open for him while he fingered. You were being fingered by Donnie. That thought sent another rush of heat to your cure, with Donnie’s heightened scent picking up on it straight away.

“You smell so good”, Donnie groaned, hitting his face in the crock of your neck, pressing kisses over your skin. You moaned when he started nibbling at your skin, making you squirm under him.

“Please, Donnie…”, you whimpered, your hips chasing his finger as you felt the small pressure build up inside of you.

“Please what, (Y/N)?”, Donnie asked into your ear, his voice low and raspy, making your head spin, unable to speak for a moment. “Use your pretty words, sweetheart”.

That new nickname made you whimper once more. You felt Donnie push out a puff of air against your skin, most likely in a chuckle at your reaction.

“Please, Donnie”, you whimpered. “I want you inside…”

“But I am inside of you”, Donnie chuckled, leaning back to look at your face, clearly enjoying having you whimpering under him. Curling his finger inside of you, he watched your finger contort in pleasure. “Or do you want something else inside of you? Tell me, (Y/N)”.

Your walls clung around his finger, every time he said your name. It was like you were high, with his words only bringing you higher.

“I need your cock”, you blurted out, making Donnie smile. You should have been flustered, and maybe even embarrassed by your words. But instead you found yourself desperate for Donnie to fill you up, even more than his finger was already doing. “Donnie, please”.

Donnie retracted his finger from you with a playful smile, before placing a passionate kiss to your lips. “Anything for you, (Y/N)”.

Positioning himself between your legs, wrapping them as far around his hips as they would go, before pulling you in for another passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together once again. Rubbing his cloaca up against your soaked folds, Donnie lined up with your entrance, getting ready to drop into you.

Taking one of your hands in his, Donnie placed them down on the mattress next to your head, stroking your hand with his thumb, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N)”, he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your face. “I always have”.

“I love you too, Donnie”, you whimpered, grinding yourself against him, chasing his lips. “And I will do so for the rest of my life”.

Donnie gave you a bright smile, before connecting your lips once again, moaning as the two of you continued to grind against each other. It didn’t take long before Donnie dropped into you, his large member stretching you out much further than his finger ever did. Your moan way loud against Donnie’s mouth, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder. Donnie in turn groaned as he made his way between your tight walls, hugging him in a way he never thought possible, making his head spin in happiness, his churring getting louder.

Once Donnie was sure you had adjusted to his size, he slowly began to pull out of you, making you moan as he pushed back in.

“Fuck, you feel good, (Y/N)”, Donnie groaned, slowly spreading up his thrusting, making you hold onto his shoulders for dear life.

“Faster, Donnie”, you whimpered. “Fuck, please, Donnie”.

Donnie did as you asked, adjusting his hold on you, before thrusting into you at a rabbit speed, causing the sound of your skin slapping together to echo through the room. For a moment you feared that anybody would hear you, but all those fears disappeared when Donnie hooked one of your legs over his arm, continuing his attack on your sweet spot deep inside you.

You cried out in pleasure, feeling your climax getting closer, begging Donnie not to stop as your walls continued to close in around him.

Much to your displeasure, Donnie suddenly pulled out of you, but before you could complain, he quickly turned you over, placing you on your stomach. Lifting up the back of your kimono, Donnie laid himself on your back, wrapping his arm around your neck, using the other to slide under you, in order to lift your hip up off the floor, before reentering you from behind, nuzzling his head into the back of your neck, breathing directly into your ear.

Moaning you clawed onto the arm around your neck, your legs and toes curling as Donnie continued where he left off, thrusting into you at rabbit speed, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum”, you whimpered against his big muscular arm. “Fuck, Donnie, I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it, sweetheart”, he breathed into your ear, his low voice making you shiver. “Cum for me, (Y/N)”.

It only took a few more thrust before you came with a cry of pleasure, forcing Donnie to cover your mouth as he continued to fuck you through your high. His thrust became more and more frantic, before he came too, emptying himself inside of you.

With his last thrust, Donnie placed a kiss on your cheek, before slowly pulling out of you. You whimpered at the emptiness between your walls, as Donnie rolled over onto his shell, resting beside you, before pulling you in for a warm hug, pulling the covers back over both of you.

You snuggled up against his broad chest, feeling warm and comfortable in his strong arms. Donnie placed a hand on your face, tilting your head up to meet him in a sweet tender kiss, making you smile from ear to ear. But then he asked you a question that made your heart skip a beat.

“Do you want to come with me to New York once all of this is over?”, Donnie asked, holding his breath in anticipation as he waited for your answer.

You let out a shriek, not caring if you woke up your father, Master Splinter or anybody else for that matter. Throwing your arms around him, you pulled Donnie in for a happy hug, showering his face with kisses.

“I would love to, Donnie!”, you yelled, placing a long happy kiss on his lips, through his chuckle and laughter.

That night you and Donnie fell asleep in each other’s arms, dreaming of a life together in New York City. A life where you could be happy together, with no Foot clan or clan wars. Just you and him, enjoying the last of your youth, building up a life together. It was a dream you would never forget.

—

You waited in anticipation, watching over the snow covered landscape, waiting for the moment the men of the Hamato clan would return. Your father, Master Splinter, and most importantly, Donatello.

It felt like an eternity had passed since they left. That morning, you and Donnie had woken up together, hugging and kissing for as long as possible, before the two of you finally had to get up and get dressed. And now, as you waited for him and the others to return, you wanted to do nothing more but hug and kiss him once again.

The pit in your stomach from yesterday had disappeared, and now you were filled with happiness, waiting for the moment Donnie would come back, so the two of you could break the news to your father, letting him know that you would be moving to New York with Donnie.

You were excited. A life with Donatello. Your childhood best friend, and the love of your life. And you were more than excited to tell your father, knowing he would be happy that you had decided to get together with a member of the Hamato clan. But the waiting was killing you.

With the sun standing high in the sky, you finally saw movement in the forest, followed by men walking out between the trees, following the path that led from the forest to the Hamato village, pulling wagons and horses behind them.

Excitement flowed through you and many other people of the village. You were quick on your feet, running down the path to meet the men as they came. You were quick to notice your father in the front, but no signs of either Donnie or Master Splinter. But that did not stop you from running to your father with a big smile, excited for the news you and Donnie would be telling him in a short moment. But first you needed to find Donnie.

“Where’s Donnie?”, you asked your father, trying to look over his shoulder for the large mutant turtle. But your father did not answer. Instead he grabbed a soft hold of your shoulders, making you stand still on your feet, his glossy eyes looking into yours. Your shoulders tensed, a horrible thought trying to spring up from the back of your head, and the pit returning to your stomach once again, this time much stronger than before. “Dad, where’s Donnie?” But your father still did not answer you. Instead he swallowed, his mouth opening and closing with no words, as if they weren’t able to form.

With your father not giving you any answers, your fears started swirling in your head, the pit starting to burn a hole inside of you. You pushed past him, running through the men, looking left and right for your childhood friend and his father. Then you saw the wagon, covered with a mat, a large form underneath it, dark red blood dripping from the wagon and onto the white snow underneath.

With your cold breath forming clouds as you breathed, you slowly walked to the wagon, ignoring the distant calls from your father. At this point you could not hear them, with the fears lingering in the back of your mind. With a shaking hand and breath, you held onto the mat, pulling it back in a small yet jerky move.

The sound that escaped you made the birds fly from the trees, and the men jump in fear. Donnie’s limp body laid in the wagon next to his father, arrows covering every inch of their bodies, with their clothes soaked in their red blood. You clung onto Donnie, screaming and crying, tapping his cheeks as if there were a change it would wake him up. But nothing happened. No matter how loud you screamed his name, nothing happened. His cold body stayed lifeless next to Splinters, only Donnie’s arrow infested bo staff rolling out of the wagon and onto the snow covered ground, due to your rocking of his body.

You continued to scream as your father tried to get you away from the wagon, tears rolling down your cheeks in streams. You fought against your fathers arms, clinging onto the cold ones of Donnie, screaming as if you were in pain.

“I’m sorry”, your father tried to say as he finally managed to pull you away from the wagon, even though you fought to get back. He sniffled, a tear rolling down his cheek as he pulled you into a hug, letting you cry and scream into his chest. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). Hiroto tricked us. I’m sorry…”

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gottagho-st · 21 days

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kissy prompt 32 withhhh lus and phantom 👀🤗

EEE okay here goes <3 definitely got longer than i intended but i hope you like it 🥹 they’re v precious to meeeeee

also if there’s any mistakes - no there’s not (i didn’t proofread this so my bad)

32. a kiss to wake up

slight cw: scars/mention of scars, but other than that it’s pretty much just fluffy morning ghouls :))

under the cut cause of length 🫶✨🦇

The warm caress of the morning sun flooding into her room was a gentle nudge awake, enough to tug her just towards consciousness, but not pull her entirely from the comforting haze of sleep. With a sigh, Cumulus rolled to her other side, attempting to tug the blankets further over her chest - but being met with resistance upon doing so. Her sleep-soaked brain took a moment to register that such a task would normally be done with ease, and once she realised her relaxed face scrunched into a slight frown. She tugs again, a little harder this time, and is met with the resistance once again. This time, though, it is accompanied by a grumpy ‘mrrrp’ from the ghoul curled into a ball on top of the blankets.

His hair is mussed from sleep, and his body continues to rise and fall in the gentle pattern of his breathing, a soft puff of air escaping from slightly parted lips on every exhale. Cumulus’ frown is wiped from her face the moment her eyes land on the pulsing lights across his lavender cheeks, replaced by a fond smile at her little bug who must have joined her for comfort during the night. He has an open invitation into her room whenever he likes, and she has always indicated that she’s happy for him to wake her - but clearly last night all he wanted was to be close.

Cumulus reaches a hand of manicured claws down to gently rake his hair away from his face, the disturbance causing him to shift - arms reaching out to stretch slightly and give her better access for head scratching. she leans in closer to nuzzle against him, soaking up some of his warmth, and starts a gentle purr. This is a perfect way to start her morning, if you ask her.

Phantom’s eyes remain close, still blissfully clingy to the thread of sleepiness, but he responds to her purr with a crackly attempt at his own. At this, Cumulus’ smile widens and she bends toward him to press a feather of a kiss onto his forehead. a quite chirp is her only response, so she continues - another kiss pressed against the scar slashing through his right eyebrow, again to the bridge of his nose. Mismatched eyes crack open to gaze up at her, and she continues with her worshipping lips, pressing devoted kisses to every scar and pulsing strike of lightning that dances across his cheeks. Her lips brush against the tip of his nose, and he tilts his head up in an attempt to get a proper kiss from her, whining when she just giggles and kisses his chin, and then along his jaw. Phantom squirms with impatience, making quiet but desperate noises to which Cumulus finally relents, pressing her full lips lovingly to his own, and holding for a breath. The kiss is short, but filled with her adoration and affection for her little Bug, and his purr amps up in response. He steals another kiss before she pulls away gently, still caressing the hair at the base of his neck.

“Goodmorning my little Lovebug” she whispers, and he giggles at the way her breath tickles his cheeks.

“‘mornin’ Lussy,” he smiles brightly up at her.

Yeah, this is certainly one of her favourite ways to wake up.

#Revenge 🗡️#spooky mutuals #ty mdear this was so much fun to write #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #spooks ramblin’#spooks writes #spooks orginals #kissy prompts #phantom ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #fluffy domestic ghoulies

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vintagebunnies · 7 months

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silver springs

rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader (daisy jones & the six au)

Corroded Coffin is in a desperate need for a new female lead, ready to change it up. Open auditions are held, people come and go, get turned away, until you eventually show up. (6.6k)

fem!reader, enemies to lovers, drug usage/mention, alcohol consumption, swearing, some angst, eddie’s a major douchebag! 18+ only!

chapter 1: rock ‘n’ roll suicide.

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Corroded Coffin was finally hitting it off. They were selling out stadiums and albums left and right, now known as one of the biggest thrash metal bands of the 90’s.

The boys never thought they’d get to this point, the highlight of rock ‘n’ roll. Having an opportunity to experience it all, being able to get the hell out of Hawkins without looking back. Girls practically fell at their feet, a huge difference from High School.

They don’t get strange looks anymore. Now if someone were staring at them, it would be because they were recognized out in public instead of degrading names and harsh glares. Getting gawked at by men and women alike.

Eddie had just finished writing a new song for their new album; Circle of Death.

Despite the harsh title, the songs were nothing of the sort. Eddie wanted to try diverging into something a little different. More softer.

Nothing too soft of course, as that would completely take away from their scene. But every metal band has done slower songs once, right?

The album was solely based around their lives as teenagers, lost love, and anything else someone’s mind can wander to. During the time Eddie spent planning and writing for this album, he basically isolated himself from everyone else. He wanted time to think things out thoroughly, making sure everything comes out properly and entertaining for their thousands of fans.

“Damn, he’s been in there for the past hour and a half,” Jeff stood in their studio, pacing and waiting for Eddie to get out of his daydream in the next room over.

“Think we should check up on him?” Gareth questioned.

“Yeah, he’s wasting time that we could’ve spent recording-“ Jeff was cut off by the sound of a heavy door slamming open.

“I finally finished this shit!” Eddie yelled with joy on his face.

“Jesus Christ!” Jeff jumped back.

Eddie barely paid any mind, grinning from ear to ear at his new song creation.

“What’s got you so happy?” Grant asked.

“Here, read it yourself,” Eddie handed Grant his notebook, a closed-mouth smile on his face.

Grant started reading it over, noticing all of the words that could’ve been but were erased. Eddie’s handwriting was almost hard to read, if the guys weren’t in the studio with him while he was jotting this down, they would’ve thought he was in a rush.

“Shit man, this is actually pretty good,” Grant handed the notebook over to Jeff who was reading over his shoulder. “Are you gonna make this a duet or somethin’?”

“Pfft, no,” Eddie snatched the notebook out of Jeff’s hands.

“Hey-“

“I’m perfectly capable of singing this myself,” Eddie closed the notebook shut. “I’ve done it before and I can do it again.”

“That’s actually a good idea Grant, maybe we should find someone to sing this with you,” Jeff suggested.

Eddie threw himself down on one of the plush velvet couches, tossing his notebook on the cushion right next to him. “What? One of you guys wanna sing a love song with me?”

“Of course I do, Eddie-bear,” Gareth joked, making kissy noises at Eddie. Eddie threw a pillow at Gareth’s head.

“No dude, I mean like-“ Jeff picked up the notebook, opening to the wrinkled page with the lyrics. “-what if we held auditions? I’m sure there will be plenty of girls lining up for the part.”

Eddie had his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Jeff. He must’ve been pondering the idea as he looked completely lost in thought. Eventually, he did speak up.

“What happens if we don’t find someone?” He argued.

“Then it’ll just be a solo song, but hey, we’re fucking rockstars now dude, we have to change it up somehow.” Jeff declared.

The other guys agreed, this new album was supposed to be different from their other albums, it was supposed to contrast to their usual songs.

“Okay okay, fine, but you’ll have to ask Jim about it ‘cus he might not even agree.” Eddie grumbled out.

There were cheers filtering throughout the room, it was usually more difficult to get through Eddie and get him to agree with something, but the guys had a point. They needed to branch out into different styles, it’ll attract larger crowds.

So that’s what they did.

—

The next day rolled around pretty quickly, Jeff had already gone to Jim with their current idea for this new song.

Jim was their manager, he managed their music, he had the majority of the say on the do’s and don'ts of their music. He was mostly pretty lenient with them though, he thinks that whatever idea they all collectively have and agree on is a choice they can make for themselves.

He didn’t want to entirely make all of the rules for the band, letting them choose their own decisions.

So when Jeff came to him with the duet idea, he thought it was actually a pretty great idea. They’ve never done duets of this sort before, so it was bound to be a tad peculiar for them to do, but not necessarily a terrible idea.

“Alright boys, pull your pants up, auditions are in an hour.” Jim walked into the trailer that the boys shared.

It was nothing like the trailer Eddie lived in growing up, this trailer was much larger and spacious. There were only two rooms in total, but these rooms weren’t cramped and were just enough to fit them.

Eddie jumped up at the sound of Jim’s voice reverberating off the walls, he had a look of confusion on his face and his hair was all mussed up.

“An hour?” Eddie questioned.

“Thanks for notifying us in advance, man.” Eddie mumbled sarcastically.

It didn’t take long for the boys to get ready anyways, but Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least the slightest bit against the idea. He didn’t tell them his doubts, but he didn’t think that they needed another singer to make the band ‘different’.

He thought they were all perfectly fine with where they were at, content with the normalcy.

When the band arrived at the studio, there was already a line of people waiting to be let in. The message about auditions was just sent out yesterday, but since they grew such a large fan base, it wasn’t hard for the word to get around.

“Look at all these people man!” Gareth said excitedly.

Everyone except for Eddie was excited. This was their chance of change and trying things out.

They decided that it was best to let one person in at a time, as letting everyone in at once would be total chaos and strenuous.

Eddie was sat in a hard plastic chair right in the middle of the other guys. He looked disinterested and frankly uncaring for what was happening.

Some people sounded decent and some just sounded absolutely awful. You could pinpoint who exactly only came here to get into bed with the band. The line for auditions was getting shorter and shorter by the minute, and not one person has caught their eye.

They had no clue what they were looking for, but they just wanted someone good. Someone who had potential.

As they were calling the last of the names on the list, Eddie’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. You weren’t quite a prominent figure in the scene, but anyone who was in a band at the time at least knew your name.

You were a singer-songwriter. Anytime you’ve tried to release your first album, with songs already written for, you were turned away or always had someone trying to change up your own music. You became infuriated at the disrespect, most record labels only did it because you were a woman, and thought ‘this sounds better for you’.

That was bullshit. You knew what was better for you, and it was everything you’ve already had in your little journal you keep in your purse at all times.

When you walked into the padded recording room, it’s like everyone’s eyes lit up.

It was almost like you just had this orange aura surrounding you, you looked a lot different then the wannabe rockers that stepped into the studio that day.

You had these large gold hoops that hung from your ears, bangle bracelets decorating your wrists and jingling with every movement, these extremely short cut off denim shorts that showcased your legs, and brown suede knee high boots on your feet.

It was like you time traveled from the 70’s to the 90’s, this is what the band needed. If they wanted change then hell, were they going to get it.

When you sang, you drew everyone to you, just like a siren's song. It was impossible for Eddie to keep his eyes off of you. There was a slight raspiness to your voice when you sang, but still a soft honeyed undertone.

Eddie looked over to the boys next to him, they must’ve been lured in too, as their eyes could not leave you. He could practically read their minds and their every waking thought just by the looks on their faces.

You sang just a small snippet of Janis Joplin's Move Over.

When you spoke, it broke the trance they were in.

“Was that good?” You had your hands on the bulky headphones sitting on your ears, a slight smile on your lips.

The boys shared a mutual look. They finally found someone for the duet.

What better person than someone who was an aspiring musician anyhow?

Eddie was the first person to give you an applause, the first applause today for that matter. The guys all joined in, giving you approving smiles.

“That was definitely the best performance we’ve seen all day,” Jeff announced.

The boys all agreed, voicing their satisfaction.

They all made their way to the recording room you were in to greet you. You were absolutely over the moon, this moment felt surreal to you, your own career as a musician would finally take off.

Eddie didn’t really say much, just staying quiet the whole time. He thought you did great, just as the others did, but he still wasn’t sure about the duet. He felt that having someone else singing with him would throw him off, it also didn’t help that he just could not keep his eyes off of you.

“So, I’m gonna guess the applause meant I did good?” You asked.

“Yeah, absolutely! That was fucking awesome,” Gareth said exuberantly. “How ‘bout you Eddie?”

“Uh, yeah, you did good.” He was short with his words, giving a tight lipped smile.

All you did was slightly nod your head to his response, looking around the room. You could feel the tension, you didn’t want to just barge in on an already formed band, but they did have auditions. You weren’t going to miss your only opportunity.

Jeff slapped Eddie’s bicep with the back of his hand.

“Ow man, what the fuck?”

“So, Jim! Whatcha think?” Jeff turned to Jim.

“Well, she had the only decent performance today. It’s up to you guys,” Jim already knew you were going to be chosen for the spot.

Everyone but Eddie verbally agreed that you were perfect for the song, you had the look and the voice for it. You weren’t sure what was up with Eddie and why he was so distant from everybody, but you just chalked it up to that he just wasn’t a social person and went on.

This was just the beginning.

—

When you got back to your apartment later that night, you were elated. Everything went well, you were officially going to be able to release your own music now. If the guys like the way you perform in the duet, they were willing to let you in the band permanently.

It was perfect, you were able to set the future for young girls who aspired to become a musician. Being able to be that prominent figure in the scene right next to Joan Jett and Stevie Nicks.

The first thing you did when you got back was chuck your shoes off. You felt drained from the day you had, but you couldn’t complain. All you could think about was unwinding.

Your apartment was small, there were no hallways, everything was connected and separated just by thin walls.

When you got to your bedroom, you opened your bedside table drawer and took out a small baggie, taking it with you into your tiny living room.

You emptied the crushed powder onto your coffee table, inhaling it up your nose in one go. The burn hurt wonderfully. Giving you enough reprieve for the rest of the night. Everyone told you this was a horrible addiction, but you’ve heard it all already. You know.

But you weren’t going to let someone else run your life. This is what you wanted.

Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll.

Meanwhile, back at the trailer that the guys shared, Eddie was the only one who was still awake. He was drinking straight from the whiskey bottle, chugging large gulps after one another.

Eddie didn’t do well with change, he had enough of it for a lifetime. He didn’t want to do it again, so that’s why he refused to welcome you to the band with open arms.

He knew you’d do good during the actual performance on stage. He also knew what would happen afterwards. You’d be an official member of Corroded Coffin. It didn’t feel right to him.

Corroded Coffin was formed by four teenage boys who were trying to escape reality. They always dreamed of getting where they’re at now, but Eddie didn’t think they’d ever have to make room in the band for one more.

His only solution was to drink all of his problems away. He’d feel numb enough to finally fall asleep. Just like you, a fleeting moment of reprieve.

Eddie downed the last drop of the alcohol, it felt like fire in his throat, but filling up an empty spot in his stomach. He eventually succumbed to his fatigue, falling into sleep.

—

It was a Monday.

Monday’s are known to be the worst day of the week, but for the band, they’d probably say it was the best day of the week. They’re now able to practice and record as many songs as they possibly can, preparing for the long week ahead.

Eddie wasn’t so enthusiastic today though. For the entirety of this new upcoming week, you’d be officially recording the duet with him. He had really nothing to say to you, but his attitude spoke volumes.

The guys even realized his brooding mood, not once smiling, cracking jokes, or overall enjoying himself while doing the thing he loves the most. You started to become frustrated. You weren’t sure of what you did to be on whatever hate list Eddie has. Hell, the man hasn’t even fully gotten to know you yet!

If he was going to be that way, well, so were you.

“I think this line should be sung a little softer, I don’t think the screamo works for the lyrics.” You suggested.

“Softer? What about this band looks soft?” Eddie retaliated.

The both of you were standing in the recording room, side by side with Eddie’s tattered notebook on a stand for you to both read from. Eddie had to sort out which lines you were going to sing, and what he’d sing.

“I’m jus’ saying, maybe your fans would enjoy the slight change,” You said with a smug grin. You were trying to lighten the mood, unaware that you were just pissing him off even more.

“Well those fans, became fans cus’ of the ‘screamo’ you speak of,” Eddie put up air quotation marks with his fingers. “Besides, I was the one who wrote the song, so therefore I get a say on how it gets sung.”

“I’m not singing it then.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You wanted a duet partner so you’re going to get a duet partner,” You placed your hands on your hips. “Sometimes you don’t always get what you want.”

“Excuse me? Do I have to remind you that you were the one who chose to show up to those shitty auditions?” Eddie’s brows furrowed. You could tell you pulled a nerve.

“Do I also have to remind you that you were the one who also agreed to bring me into this? Why complain when I’m right here?” You stood face to face with him now. “I am the solution to this duet! If you don’t like my requests then fine, tell me to leave.”

Eddie was looking down at you, anger in his eyes and all over his face. He was actually really beautiful when you could see him this close. His freckles were like constellations on his cheeks and his nose, bangs resting lightly on his forehead.

He didn’t say anything, just scoffed and turned back to the lyrics in front of him.

“Fine, but that’s it. You start changing up these lyrics and you’re on your own.”

You smiled, delighted that you got your way.

Your cute little smile just irked Eddie even more. He was never this easy to negotiate with, but you were right. He did agree on letting you in the band for this song.

The both of you got right to rehearsing, not needing anymore time to have a dispute over the theme of the song. But you couldn’t help to notice that every time you attempted to sing, Eddie would just sing right over you even louder.

“Y’know, it would be great if I could actually hear myself,” You placed your hand on the notebook to catch his attention.

“It’s not my fault you can’t sing any louder.” Eddie mumbled, it was so quiet you just barely missed it.

“I don’t know what the fuck crawled up your ass today, but I highly suggest you pick it out.” You said with more irritation laced in your tone.

Eddie didn’t even respond, just placed his guitar back on the stand and walked towards the door, completely abandoning you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You questioned.

“Going to pick that thing you mentioned out of my ass.”

He just opened the door to the room and walked out, joining the other guys who were mindlessly fiddling with their instruments.

“What the fuck!” The guys in the other room looked up after hearing your muffled yelling from the next room over. You were standing there in the room alone, arms up next to you to display your annoyance.

“What happened in there, man?” Gareth asked.

“Nothin’.” Eddie said while grabbing a water bottle, then throwing himself down onto one of the couches.

Everyone’s attention diverted over to you when the heavy door slammed against the wall, and you stood there with a scowl on your face. Eddie didn’t even pay you any mind, keeping his concentration on the water bottle in his hands.

“You’re just gonna walk out like that?! We have yet to get anything done!” You yelled, the sound of your bracelets clanking together with every movement.

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’, still not looking at you.

“You stormed out of the room over a stupid comment, I don’t know how the hell you made it this far in this industry with your huge ass ego.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Your response seemed to throw him off guard.

“Oh yeah, ‘cus my ego brought me to auditions for a band right? Hopin’ to make it big through someone else’s fame. Hoping that maybe the songs in my notebook will make it further than the same four walls of my room.” Eddie stood up after that, throwing the plastic bottle onto the cushions.

You were speechless. Embarrassed. You didn’t want the other guys to think you were using them to boost your own music, but Eddie made it loud and clear how he thought about you. You weren’t sure you could take anymore of his cold attitude.

“Fine. Have it your way then, good luck finding someone else who will deal with you, ‘cus I’m fucking done.” With that, you turned on your heels and gathered your stuff, making your way to the exit.

“Hey! Wait!” Jeff tried to get you to come back.

You ignored their protests to get you to turn around, slamming the door behind you leaving a resounding ‘thud’ through the room.

“What the fuck man!” The guys were all visibly pissed at Eddie, you were their only chance at change, and they felt like Eddie blew it for them all.

“Dude, do you realize how difficult it was to find someone in this city who was actually good?!” Gareth was equally just as upset.

“We’ll find someone else, it’s L.A. It’s not the end of the world.” That’s all Eddie said to them, following right behind you and leaving himself.

No one chased after him, letting him go figure out this mess on his own. They didn’t know why he was being such an asshole, he was usually never like this towards anyone. Always giving everyone a chance and the benefit of the doubt. But he just couldn’t make an exception for you.

—

It’s been days since the guys have heard from you, you went completely silent. If only they knew what was really happening.

Since that day, you’ve fallen in a complete catatonic state, shutting out the rest of the world around you. Everything was for once going your way, and now it just crashed and burned. Eddie absolutely humiliated you, and showed no remorse for doing so.

You found solace in a bag of quaaludes you found in your kitchen drawer, it was the only thing among other drugs that calmed your racing mind. Right now you laid haphazardly on your couch, staring up into the ceiling. The world was spinning, but that was normal. You took more than usual tonight, but nothing beyond the point than you’ve taken before.

You wanted nothing more than to punch Eddie’s beautiful face, maybe tell everyone who adored him how he really was. He was nothing more than a douchebag.

Fame must’ve fucked him up, made him grow some type of superiority complex. He tells the same sad story of his childhood to get sympathy from thousands of people, but behind closed doors he’s nothing more than a narcissistic douchebag.

The few pills you’ve taken weren’t enough, you needed something else to take your anger away. Something to calm you down more.

You stood up on shaky legs, staggering over to your kitchen holding onto the counters as you go. You grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey from your counter, drinking straight from the bottle. Your hands were just as unstable as your legs, barely able to hold the glass bottle.

You made the trek back over to your living room, right before your legs decided that they didn’t want to work properly anymore, making you stumble over your own two feet and dropping the bottle. The glass shards slid everywhere, the brown liquid inside creating a puddle. At that point, all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the rest of your life.

As cautiously as possible to avoid getting glass up your foot, you crawled over the couch and face planted into the cushions. Hoping by the time you woke up, you’d be reoriented enough to function properly.

You woke up what felt like days later to a heavy hand banging on your front door.

“Go away.” Your scratchy voice yelled out.

The knocking just got louder, not showing any sign of stopping.

“I said, fucking go away!” You lifted your head from the cushions.

“It’s me. Jeff.” His voice was muffled from the barrier of the door.

Hearing his name, you shot up. You’ve been refusing to speak with them since the argument, wanting to stay as far from Eddie as possible.

You sobered up since a few hours ago, the world wasn’t spinning as much anymore, making it easier to stand up and walk. You made sure to keep a look out of the scattered glass, staying physically aware of furniture around you.

When you got to the door, you unlocked the locks on your flimsy door handle, opening the door just enough so that he’d see you and not get a peek at your apartment's current state.

“Hi.” Your throat burned.

You were sure you looked like a mess. Only wearing a tank top and a pair of panties. Your hair was most definitely all over the place, and your makeup was smeared all over your cheeks.

“Hey,” Jeff’s eyes lit up when you opened the door. “Jus’ wanted to check up on you, you haven’t returned our calls,”

“Oops, forgot to pay the phone bill.” You tried to joke, but no smile found its way on your face.

“Can we talk? I didn’t have a chance to fully speak with you after, y’know..” He scratched the back of his head, looking away briefly.

You laughed through your nose, “After Eddie was a dick to me? Yeah, kinda wanted to keep my distance.”

“Uhm, ignore the mess..” You mumbled while hastily sweeping up the broken glass shards. The majority of the whiskey had dried up, leaving a decent size stain in the wood flooring.

“Oh shit- Lemme help with that.” Jeff went and grabbed paper towels, wiping up whatever liquid was left.

The clutter of glass was quickly cleaned. You’d have to get a rug to cover the stain.

“Sooo, what did you want to talk to me about?” You turned to him, throwing yourself onto your tiny sofa and crossing your legs criss-cross.

“Everything, really,” Jeff chuckled. “I feel like we left off on a bad note. With Eddie freaking out and then walking out, I couldn’t really say much to you.”

You were picking at a loose thread on the couch.

“Listen, we would love you to be in the band. Fuck what Eddie says. It’s three against one, his word means nothing,” He leaned forward, his hands clasped together in front of him.

“Eddie didn’t have it easy growing up, so anyone new that comes in his life, he has this habit of just sabotaging himself and his image. He didn’t mean it.” He had sincerity in his eyes.

“Sometimes he’ll be that way, but it’s just Eddie. He never really opened up to us about anything that’s goin’ on in his head, but that’s ‘cus he’s scared of being ignored.” Jeff looked down to his hands. “Please don’t tell him that I told you this.” He looked back up at you.

You just laughed, leaning back onto the couch and drawing your knees to your chest.

“I had a shit life too, but you don’t see me goin’ around and being a total asshole to people.” You said.

“My mom only had me to make another man jealous, to show him that she can get laid and have another man’s baby. She never loved me. By the time I was fourteen? My mom was gone,” You hugged your arms around yourself. “She ran off with said man who she tried to make jealous.”

There was silence, tension even. It was so thick it was suffocating, no one said anything.

“To this day she refuses to talk to me, trust me, I’ve tried. But if there’s one way to get her to hear me, see me, it’s this. I wanna show her I made something of myself without her shit parenting.” Your brows were furrowed, anger infiltrated your mind at the mere thought of your mother.

Silence again. You looked up to Jeff to see if he was even listening, and there it was. He was looking at you with pity. You wish there was a rewind button so you could just turn back time and not say anything at all. Just keep quiet and let him think Eddie is the victim. You hated the pitying looks you’d get, the last thing you need is for someone to feel sorry for you.

You’ve experienced enough sorrow.

“Anyways, I’ll come back. Eddie’s not gonna run me out, he’s gonna deal with me whether he likes it or not.” You said, sitting up straight.

Jeff’s face just lit up, akin to a child’s face in a toy store. He stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you, you won’t regret this. I promise you this time.” He replied, making his way to the front door. You stood up and followed right behind him.

“You can come back on Saturday, the weekends are less hectic and Eddie is less likely to blow up,” He turned around to look at you, hand on the doorknob.

“And.. I’m sorry about what happened with you and your mother,” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to go far, Y/N.”

He gave you a small smile and left.

Those words will replay in your head for the rest of the night. Hell, probably for the rest of your life.

You’re gonna go far, you’re gonna shove it in your mothers face and tell her, ‘I did it’.

—

Saturday came very quickly.

Maybe you were trapped in your mind, but you were nervous. You felt like a kid going to a new school. You aren’t new, though. You’ve been here before, you’ve done this.

Walking into the studio granted you a little relief, Eddie wasn’t there yet. It was only Jeff, Gareth, Grant, and yourself. It was almost like a weight was lifted off your chest. Sure, maybe him arriving and you already being there was worse than getting there when he was here, but the guys aren’t going to let him boss you around.

“We’re so glad you’re back, it didn’t feel right without you here.” Gareth voiced.

“Let’s hope I don’t regret coming back.” You said with a smile.

A few minutes in, and all of the guys were conversing with you. It felt like you’ve known them for years. You were so deep in conversation that you didn’t notice Eddie walk through the door. He just stood there in the doorway, staring at you.

“What’s she doin’ here?” He questioned.

“She’s here ‘cus we need her, you know that.” Jeff replied.

Eddie just rolled his eyes and walked in, walking right to the recording room. “Well? We just gonna sit here, or are we gonna get shit done?” Eddie questioned bitterly.

“Yup.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag that was resting on the ground and grabbing the pill bottle inside.

The small pills rattled around in the bottle. Your drug of choice today was Dextroamphetamine. Different from the usual quaaludes, but it was all you had in your bag currently and you knew you were going to need it.

You quickly popped a few of the pills into your mouth, swallowing them with ease. Dexies help you focus more, and maybe you’ll be more calm throughout rehearsing.

You hurriedly made your way to the live room, not wanting to fuel the fire that was already brewing inside Eddie.

“We’re gonna need to start over, since you probably don’t remember where we left off.” Eddie said emotionless, not even looking at you.

“I actually do remember where we left off, but we should start from the top anyhow. You were the one who stormed out.” You were quick with your response, not looking at him either.

“That’s funny, ‘cus I’m not the one popping pills.” He lowered his voice.

Your hand tightened around the mic stand you were holding. You weren’t going to respond to him, no matter what you said back it wouldn’t warrant a great reaction from him.

The guys walked into the room with big smiles on their faces, laughing and fooling around.

“You guys ready to officially start this!” Gareth yelled out.

Neither you or Eddie really replied, both murmuring out a quiet ‘mhm’. At that everyone immediately took their places; Gareth at the drums, Jeff at the bass, Grant at guitar, you and Eddie both doing vocals while Eddie has his guitar as well.

The song started out slowly, no need for heavy instruments. This song didn’t necessarily require anything heavy anyways, but it was still nice to keep a few of the thrash metal elements to the music, no matter how fast or slow the song was. You had the majority of the vocals, but Eddie had a few.

Things were just a little different this time. You weren’t expecting Eddie to let you off that easily, he only asked why you were here and that’s it. You felt that was a major upgrade from last time. But of course, it wouldn’t be Eddie if he didn’t ignore you most of the time.

You could tell he was trying his hardest to not make eye contact with you. You were able to feel him glancing at you, but whenever you made the move to turn your head and look at him yourself, he’d quickly turn away, putting his focus back into the written lyrics or his guitar.

By the end of the first half of practice, your throat hurt. Your voice had a raspiness to it from the strain, but it felt great. You were on cloud nine. Everything was finally falling back into place, you felt that high that you’d only get when you smoked weed and drank, even though you only took a few pills.

“Holy shit! That was fucking awesome!” Grant shouted out.

“Hell yeah it was! This rehearsal was so much better than last time!” Gareth yelled back.

It was time for a much needed break, everyone made their way back into the main room of the studio.

“What did you guys think of that?” You asked while sitting on the red velvet armchair, taking a small sip out of your bottled water.

“That was even better than your audition, dude! I mean, not that your audition wasn’t good, but this was like, hundred times fucking better!” Jeff exclaimed.

You giggled at his enthusiasm. Jeff reminded you of a brother you never had, you’d picture this is what having a brother would feel like. Even though you’ve known him for a total of a week, he treated you like you’ve known him for ages. Never once letting the awkwardness of meeting someone for the first time appear between you both.

“Maybe once this album gets debuted, we can record some of the songs I’ve written? We can release it as an album for the band as a whole,” You suggested.

Eddie looked up at you at that one.

“Already planning that far ahead?” He asked. “We have yet to even perform this one, why don’t you wait before jumping to something new?”

You scowled. “No need to get so uptight, it was just a suggestion.” You bit back. His attitude towards you has been hot and cold all day, sending out mixed signals constantly. You were never able to tell how he was actually feeling, one minute he acted like he liked you at least a little, then the next he acted as if you were the worst thing to walk this planet.

“I’m jus’ sayin’.” Eddie had a bored expression on his face, as if your existence was an inconvenience.

You just rolled your eyes, not interested in getting into another heated debate with him. You chugged half of your water bottle, knowing that once you leave the studio today you’d have to stop at the liquor store to buy another bottle of whiskey, or maybe something stronger.

“Okaaay you two! Maybe we should end break early today, we need to practice as much as we can.” Grant suggested.

Jeff and Gareth both agreed, Eddie only nodding in response. You didn’t really care for the break, wanting to take up as much practice as you can.

Walking into the recording room was less exciting as it was before, it seems like Eddie ruined the mood once again with his comments towards you.

“Maybe we should find a certain part of the song to focus on, there’s some parts we need to fix,” You offered. Eddie seemed to hate that idea, as he scoffed.

“I thought the guys sounded fine, so I’m not sure what parts need fixing.” Eddie responded. The statement wasn’t outright rude, but it was just the tone in his voice that set you off. As if he was suggesting you were the problem.

“I don’t know, you wrote the lyrics, so you tell me.”

“It’s definitely not the lyrics, maybe it’s the person who’s singing them.”

“Okay, I get it. We left on a bad note last time, but I still don’t understand why you’re always such a bitch to me. I have done nothing to you!” You threw your hands in the air.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get anything done when you’ve had this, I don’t know, two-faced attitude towards me,” You were fuming at this point, you didn’t care the guys were watching. “One minute you seem fine with me being here, maybe even enjoying my presence, and then the next minute you’re just- you’re- an egotistical prick!”

“Let’s not do this. We gave you a second chance, you’re lucky you’re even back here. We have shit we have to get done.” Eddie surprisingly showed no want in arguing, but you knew deep down he’d love nothing more than to get under your skin. But you also didn’t want to argue. But you also couldn’t stand him shutting you out and trying to silence you.

“This is what I fucking mean.” Your response was less fierce. The ongoing back and forth between you two was tiring, it was getting hard to keep up with, and you’ve only been here for a day and a half.

You just sighed and turned your attention back to the sheet music. You knew when to continue fights and when to stop them, and in this moment it was best to just let it go for now. Mainly for the sake of the others, not Eddie.

The rest of rehearsal was a bit rocky, some pauses here and there and sharp glares exchanged between you and Eddie. You made sure you stopped to grab another bottle of whiskey before heading home for the night.

Next week was going to be a long, long week.

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#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #daisy jones & the six

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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BITCh you know why im here. rain/sunshine/mountain. stoned. in the bath. soft kissies. mmmmmaybe they get a little handsy tee hee

Hi BITCH. Thanks for the brain rot about these three. This has taken me 600 years to write because writer's block is an asshole. But it's here now. I hope it's just as indulgent as you hoped for.

Rain's oversized bathroom is hazy. A dense mix of steam and smoke. The joint is long gone, and Rain is pleasantly stoned. The bathtub is wide enough for the three of them to lay together, pressed close. Mountain lounges against one end of the tub, narrow shoulders pressed against the porcelain. Sunshine and Rain are glued to either side. Rain cracks his eyes open and finds Sunshine watching him. She drags one of her hands through the sudsy water like she's making a current, and Rain feels it get warmer. More steam rises. Mountain makes a low, content noise that rumbles through all three of them. Their legs are tangled together. Sunshine's thigh is thrown over Mountain's hips so she can hook her foot over Rain's calf. There are so many points of contact that Rain isn't sure where his body stops and Sunshine and Mountain start. Mountain's hand drags up and down Rain's back, fingers dipping against his vertebrae. He melts further, head resting half in the water and half on Mountain's shoulder. He nuzzles closer, nose pressed tight to Mountain's skin. The room smells strongly of weed, but when Rain presses up against Mountain like this he can still smell him. Mountain smells like he always does when he gets warm and comfortable. Eucalyptus, sage, thyme, hints of spearmint, and lavender. "You smell like soup," Sunshine says, giggling as she presses closer too. Mountain huffs out a lazy laugh, slow and easy. He shakes his head a little at her. Rain presses his lips to the space under Mountain's jaw in lieu of engaging in the conversation. Sunshine isn't wrong necessarily. But really Mountain smells like home, warm and green and alive. It's mixing with Sunshine's sweet summer spice, and the heady smell of weed. Rain feels like he's drowning in it. He never wants to come up for air. Mountain gasps softly as Rain grazes his teeth along his pulse, tasting soap, sweat, and lavender on his skin. Sunshine laces her fingers with Rain's, resting on Mountain's chest. The solid thump of his heart picking up speed under Rain's palm. "Mount," Sunshine says, nosing against his jaw. Mountain turns his heavy-lidded eyes to her and Sunshine kisses him. It's slow, lazy, a little messy. Rain can see the slide of their tongues together. It's enough to make his stomach clench. He rolls his hips against the side of Mountain's thigh without much thought, cock fattening up slowly as Mountain's hand dips a little lower with each pass over his back. Mountain pulls away from Sunshine just to turn his head and catch Rain's lips on his. Mountain kisses him with the same slow thoroughness that he just saw with Sunshine. Rain can taste them both, juniper and peaches. He squeezes Sunshine's hand and whines. Hips rutting forward. The head of his cock grinding against Mountain's hip. Sunshine gasps. Rain pulls away from Mountain just in time to see her eyes flutter closed. Rain watches the way Mountain's shoulder moves in a telltale rhythm. Rain's about to claim it's unfair when Mountain shifts his hold on Rain. Using the virtue of his long limbs to curl his arm over Rain's hip and squeeze the base of his cock. Rain's forehead thumps down onto Mountain's shoulder as Mountain strokes him slowly. The sensation washes over him. The increasing warmth of the water, the glide of Mountain's hand over him. The high makes everything so much more intense. He ruts into Mountain's hand. "You're both really going to make me do all the work?" Mountain rumbles. Rain's eyes snap open, he finds Sunshine looking at him from her spot on Mountain's other shoulder. They move at the same time, knuckles knocking into each other under the water as they both reach for Mountain's cock.

Mountain groans long and low as they both get a hand on him. Sunshine reaching down to cup his balls, Rain curling a fist around the tip, rolling his thumb over the spot under the head that always makes Mountain shake. Sunshine shifts, Rain meets her halfway kissing her as they brace themselves on Mountain's chest. Tongues meeting lazily as Mountain begins to unravels beneath them. Hips jerking up into their hands, noises spilling noisily from his lips. Mountain's hand on Rain's cock stills, Rain thrusts up into it instead, mewling with every drag of the head over the pads of Mountain's fingers. He tucks his face into Mountain's neck and breathes in deep. He cums just like that, face pressed against Mountain's skin, awash in the smell of home.

#comet writes #ficlet #crow ♥#Rain/Mountain/Sunshine #sunshine ghoulette #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #bathtime #ghost fan fic #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fan fic #unedited

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gojo-mochi · 4 months

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hehe 🌟 + ace please! (as u already know)

and happy holidays softy<3

Happy holiday Vota!! <3 enjoy!

Oh, you could not even think of escaping from a mistletoe kiss from Ace. He has the whole ship booby-trapped. Mistletoes are planted everywhere—on every doorway, hallway, and Christmas's lights. He even had one tied to the front of his Santa hat that he was wearing. This was a double-edged sword, though, as the other crewmates knew Ace’s only goal was you, so they did everything in their power to stop him from getting that mistletoe kiss with you. Thatch and Izou would lead you away from Ace’s path if they spot him making his way towards you.

Some of the other crewmates would catch Ace under one of his own mistletoe’s traps and pretend to ask for a kiss so that Ace would get annoyed at them. Making kissy faces and noises at Ace anytime he fell into the many mistletoes area he set up around the ship. This was his own fault, honestly, and it was fun to mess with Ace either way. However, when Marco happened to catch you under a mistletoe right in front of Ace, he threw a lazy smirk over his shoulder at Ace and gently cupped your cheek. “Guess we have to; it’s tradition after all, yoi?” Marco would never try to steal or force a kiss from you; he just wanted to rile up Ace.

And, hoo boy, was Ace riled. He almost set half the deck on fire as he blasted his way towards you and Marco, scooping you up in his arms and giving the heatest of glares to Marco. Marco puts his hands up in mock surrender and walks away, giving the two of you some privacy. Ace glares at him until he’s fully out of view, making you roll your eyes and slap at his chest to get his attention. “This is your fault, you know.” You told him matter-of-factly. Ace sputters, a blush forming across his freckled face. “Wh-what? My fault?!” He pouted at you, holding you closer to him.

You wave your hand around, pointing at the abundance of mistletoes. “All of this? If you wanted a kiss from me, you could have just asked, you know?” Ace whined at that, “But that’s not the point! It's about the holiday spirit! The surprise! The tradition! The-” You shut him up by pressing your lips on his, pulling him in by his necklace, weaving a hand under his hat, and gripping on to his hair. Ace would deny this later if you asked him, but he let out a pretty moan when you did so, obediently opening his mouth for you. You only gave him a little taste, letting your tongue slip in for a moment and slip out again.

You pull back on his hair as you leave his lips, causing Ace to whine like a kicked puppy again. “Was that a good enough holiday kiss for you?” You snickered at him, patting his cheek softly. Ace’s whole body starts heating up; he doesn’t answer you verbally, as he just starts sprinting back to his room. Which he did decorate, and by decorate, I mean he tacked on a bunch of mistletoes on the ceiling. He plops you down on his bed as you stare up at the monstrosity above you. “Is that even safe?” You asked him, but Ace shrugged. “We can take them down, but only after you give me just as many kisses as there are mistletoes."

The two of you were in for a long, merry night~

#softy moots (づ ᴗ ᴗ)づ♡#₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #softy writes #softy's mistletoe event #ace x reader #ace fluff #one piece x reader #one piece fluff

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 2 months

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m'starting to get my groove back no emperor so here's a lil valentines day piece i wrote, hope yall enjoy ♡ ! ( a lil bit more love for the hopeless romantic singles like me, ppl in a relationship yall can get that from your s/o's..still love yall tho ♡)

fem reader, katsuki is a nervous lil thing, his friends don't help( they do end up helping him out tho), just pure fluffyness, bksquad boys are sassy towards each other but all in good fun, bkg is a softie, kirimina kinda hinted but eiji shuts it down take it how u wanna, food n takeout mentions,dude talk written by a girl trying her best, kirishima's sheets smell bad lemme know if i missed sum else ♡ !! (no friends to lovers mentioned in this one btw..starting to feel myself goin thru withdrawal already..), not rlly reader oriented like usual but i thought this was cute lol i like the idea of katsuki caring about us so much he goes out his way to ask for help from others (despite hating doing so)teehee (also i like the idea of these silly guys interacting and i like hc-ing them okay okay i'll stop rambling okay-)

the last thing kirishima expected at 9.34 pm was someone basically busting down his door with how hard they were knocking on it.

eijirou opens the door urgently and is even more suprised to see his foul mouthed best friend on the other side of the door.

"woah, bakugou, man !" he exclaims seeing the state his friend was in. his eyes looked droopy and his clothes were wrinkled up like he had done a lot of moving around. usually, he would've assumed his friend had just awoken from a good nap, but his restless expression said otherwise. "what happened to you ? you look—"

" 'm fine." bakugou gruffs hoarsely, taking a deep breath at his friends widened eyes, softening up his demeanor just slightly " i'm good," he rephrased "just—you gonna let me in or what ?"

eijirou sputters out an "of course, of course" only for his friend let himself in before he could even move aside. though he immediately freezes when he sees-

"woah, kacchan's gone nutso ! " denki exclaims, face turning red from laying upside down on kirishima's bean bag for way too long.

"and he's up past 8 ? must be the apocalypse or somethin' " sero chuckles from his place on the floor near the dresser.

bakugou groans has he flops onto eijirou’s bed "of course you losers are here" his complaint is muffled against the pillows, but not muffled enough to where the rest of the boys can't hear.

"hey ! we were here before you ! 'f anythin', you're the one intruding—!" denki gulps, eyebrows furrowed. he quickly spins around to lay right when he feels the blood rushing to his head, taking a deep breath afterwards. sero chuckles and bakugou deadpans at kaminari for a good fourty seconds before slamming his head back down and groans even louder.

kirishima decides he's at a safe enough distance to sit down on his own bed, without making any sudden moves so as not to anger the beast that is an angry, sleepy bakugou. he places a hand near his friends leg, where he deems he's at safe to ask "what's up man ? you're usually in bed by this time.." he hears sero make a noise in agreement.

"yeah, or he's havin' kissy-kissy time with his giiiirrrlffrrieeeend.." kaminari sings, kicking his feet in the air jokingly. bakugou, to everyones suprise, flinches at the mention of you, then slams his head against kirishima's pillow harder and groaning even louder.

all three friends share a curious-somewhat worried look. kirishima nudges his head in bakugou's direction, silently begging his friends to say something. said friends adamantly shake their heads, as if synchronized, making a cross motion with their arms. kirishima sighs to himself, some friends.

yet again, he is the first one to speak up " did..did something happen between you two, didja fight or something ?" he asks carefully, his entire body is strained and the air in the room is so heavy, everybody present ready to get a big portion of the great lord explodo-bomberkill's anger.

only to be met with bakugou turning around to lay on his back eyebrows strained slightly and eyes absent, thinking about something they don't know "what ? course we didn't fuckin fight, idiot." he answers simply.

the three friends all let out an obnoxious sigh of relief, to katsuki's slight confusion.

"hoo, okay." kirishima answered relieved. he knows you and bakugou don't fight very much (which he thinks is super manly) but he knows that when it happens bakugou get's extremely—EXTREMELY—irritable, so it's best to stay away from him while he has his heart broken for a little bit, unless he reaches out by himself, but that only happens when he feels really bad and came to ask for advice on how to get his boyfriend priviledges back. "soo.." eijirou sings "what happened then ?"

bakugou's face hardens and the group stiffens again, preparing for a latent explosion--perhaps the volcano was still dormant and was about to be set off. the three boys hold their breaths.

bakugou takes a deep breath, a sour expression on his face.

3..

bakugou huffs out a sigh.

2...

he opens his mouth to speak and—his cheeks are turning pink ?

"valentine's day's after tomorrow and i don't know what the fuck to get her."

the three boys slump over and kaminari does so so hard his face bangs against the floor. kirishima feels like he's in a sitcom or some gag anime.

" that's it ?" sero chuckles to himself "what ? you're worried for valentine's day ?" sero mocks, gladly taking the opportunity to mess with the blond "that shit's easy man." he cackles, leaning against the dresser more comfortably.

"yeah dude, all you gotta do is get her some chocolates and like—a teddy bear or somethin' girls love that typa stuff !" kaminari piped up, having lifted his head up from the floor. sero nods and bakugou lifts himself up to scoff at them. it feels like it comes from the deepest depth of his very being and kirishima feels a little hurt, despite not being the target of the attack.

"this is why you losers don't have girlfriends yourselves, so i don't wanna hear anythin' from you." kaminari chokes out an "ouch, dude !" " sides, i'm not just gonna settle for that boring ass shit for my girl. no chance in hell." bakugou concludes gruffly.

"yeah, yeah we get it you're the perfect boyfriend" sero quips bitterly, rolling his eyes. " why'd you come here to ask us if, according to you, we get none ?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.

"i came here for shitty hair, not you bastards." the blond spits, rolling his eyes as well before turning to kirishima, who jumps a little at his friends slightly desperate eyes on him.

"woah, i don't have—what makes you think i would be any help ?" the redhead splutters, waving his hands around.

"don't you have something goin' on with alien chick ?"

"what ?! no dude, we're just friends !"

at that, bakugou's eyes widen the slightest bit before he groans for what feels like the 5Oth time tonight, and flops back onto the bed dramatically, turning his head away from his friend " your fuckin' useless too, then." his friend grumbles angrily.

"hey !" kirishima exclaims "mean ! i help you with your girlfriend troubles all the time without having one !"

bakugou turns to face his friend again with narrowed eyes, before exhaling a frustrated sigh and lifting himself up again, eyebrows furrowed. "your sheets smell like ass by the way." he chides, nose scrunched slightly.

"h-hey !" kirishima reiterates " i was gonna wash 'em !"

bakugou gives him an incredulous look, before shaking his head, sighing.

"well look, how about you just get her something you know she likes, isn't that good enough ?" sero offers, shrugging to himself.

"ou ! i saw a guy on tiktok ask his girlfriend out with wingstop, you could like-" kaminari, despite getting lightheaded before has apparently not learned his lesson as he flips around on his back again "—ask her to be your valentines with some fast food chain she likes, and those cute pink heart balloons they sell at the mall, y'know !"

the boys all hum at kaminari's suprisingly helpful idea. kirishima doesn't wanna say it out loud but he really hadn't expected such a cute idea from his electric friend.

"y'know, i was gonna say you were just hungry with the wingstop thing, but that's actually not a bad idea kaminari." sero hums absentmindedly with an impressed expression on his face. kirishima sweatdrops at his lack of tact but isn't really suprised.

"fuck you, man ! you guys never trust me with this stuff." kaminari whines mostly to himself. "yer track record isn't really the best when it comes to scoring girls, is it ?" sero retorts.

kirishima shakes his head seeing his friends start to bicker. he decides to ignore them and turn to his spiky haired friend, who seems deep in thought "well, what about it ? that sound like a good idea ?" he asks.

"s'not half bad.." his friend mutters in response " it's a good start, i guess."i if he notices how kaminari presses a hand to his chest with a heartfelt look on his face, he doesn't comment on it.

"oh, maybe try the take-out and a movie, i'm assuming you're not trynna have a whole celebration, yeah ?" bakugou grunts in response, his nose scrunches as he cringes thinking about the idea. he shakes his head "no, want it to be..about just the two of us, y'know ?" he utters honestly, in a way that sounds way too out of character from him.

a symphony of awwwss resonates around the room and katsuki feels his cheeks heat up hard as he harshly tells his friends to shut up.

" but seriously i'm curious, you guys are already together right ? why would you need to ask her to be your valentine anyway—shouldn’t that be a given ? " sero wonders.

"i don’t fuckin know, my old hag says it’s about the principal or some shit like that." bakugou sighs, flopping back onto the bed and throwing an arm up over his eyes, it seemed like being up so late was affecting him.

"no way dude, you called your mom ?" kaminari asks, jaw practically reaching the floor (or the ceiling..?) in shock. bakugou flushes and splutters as he hears his friends reaction to this apparently shocking news.

“shut up.” he growls “she says it’s important to show i care.. my old man does it an' they're still together right now so he must be doin' something right.

"woah man.." kirishima uttered in awe " you're goin so far to make your girlfriend happy.." he clenches his fist "s-so manly !" bakugou simply grumbles to himself in response.

"honestly..i didn't expect that from you..like at all."

"fuck off !"

"like genuinely, at all. or maybe like, 0.00003 percent cha-"

" i'll fuckin' kill you tape arms !" bakugou barked, small sparks shooting out of his palms as he kneeled at the foot of kirishima's bed in pursuit of the black haired boy. kirishima swiftly swoops in and grabs his friends arm, quickly putting his finger over his mouth

"shhhh, man !" kirishima shushes. " if we're loud, class rep's gonna hear us !" he hisses.

"or worse, mr. aizawa..." kaminari whimpered.

all four boys share a shiver.

afterwards, bakugou sighs, acting as if him almost literally blowing up at his friend a minute ago hadn't happened and gets up to sit on the side of the bed.

"well whatever, i'm satisfied." he says, a little yawn leaving him "my folks gave me some ideas so i'll use those too." his eyes zip around the room and back to the floor, then he closes his eyes and speaks so quietly kirishima barely catches it

"you guys' idea isn't horrible either so i'll keep it in mind..thanks." he utters a quick " 'r whatever." before suddenly getting up and practically sprinting to the door.

it's quiet in the room as everyone sits stunned and kirishima is the first to speak again "o-oh yeah, no problem man, anytime !" he beamed, though still slightly shocked.

"yeah, no problem..!" kaminari can't seemed to decide if he wants to smile or be stunned. his mouth stuck in an awkward half-smile-half- '°O°-' face.

" course." sero raises a thumbs up and a small smile.

bakugou grunts to himself, graces his friends with a simple "night." then pulling the door open quietly, looking around the hallway quickly before swiftly creeping out the room, closing the door behind him. the boys quickly reciprocate the goodnight quietly before he can fully close it. he stutters at the door for a second longer and kirishima knows he heard them then, so he's satisfied.

it's quiet in the room for about 5 seconds after bakugou's left.

"dude, for some reason that made me feel all warm inside..is that just me ?" kaminari hummed, pressing a hand to his chest.

"nope, me too" sero admits, sighing to himself.

"yeah, same here" kirishima says as well, smiling to himself " he really cares about yn, huh ?"

"i can give him that, yeah" sero stretches, getting up so he can jump onto kirishima's bed.

"dude" he lifts his head up "your sheets do smell like ass." sero snickers.

" I- AM-GONNA-WASH-THEM !! "

afterwards valentines day comes around. the boys don't have valentines of their own but when they see you and katsuki hand in hand, with you holding onto those cute pink heart balloons from the mall, wearing a sweater a little too big for you and a valentines day gift bag in your one hand, with bakugou holding onto a bag of take-out and offering them a single side glance and a nod with a half smirk on his lips, they feel extremely proud of themselves. bakugou reminds himself to tell his friends he owes them one.

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