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I usually ignor ficus when I see rockstar!eddie but I’ve thought of something. What about reader x rockstar!eddie where you have worked with other bands before in some way so you know those members would never be reliable relationships so you avoided at all costs. But when Eddie meets you and falls hard. He tries so hard to make sure you see that he has never been and would never fall into that stereotype of a rockstar in those times of the 80s. He was truly only passionate about the music . Not even caring if he ever got famous. That’s not his intention like how most bands back then, their members goals were just to get their ducks wet by as many desperate groupies as possible.

So with you he really tries to win you over so hard, and finally you let your walls crumble for him and he really does prove to you exactly how truth he was from the moment he met you.

No sex and drugs - just rock'n'roll

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x guitarist!Reader

A/N: thank you so much for this request! Took me a while to figure out how I wanted it to be, started over 4 times and accidentally deleted my favorite attempt but here we are! 😄 Hope you like it! 🫶

Warnings: rockstar au, a little bit fluff, some kind of enemies to lovers, some curse words, alcohol consumption, drunk reader, mentions of reader being used by men, smoking, pizza with pineapple (I think this deserves to be mentioned here), not proofread.

Bonus points to everyone who notice my little easter eggs. 😅

Wordcount: 9.9k

Taglist: @violettsoul

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The road called your name again.

Well, it wasn't exactly your name but rather the name of your and your cousins band - The Sleepless. You’ve been lying in your bed, awake, for at least two hours and watched the dust dancing like little fairies in the golden sunbeams, that successfully fought their way through the gap of your thick curtains.

Ironic, isn't it?

It was still early in the morning, the bustling life of the city was still deep in slumber, with only the occasional roar of an engine cutting through the silence. Unable to find the sweet bliss of some desperately needed sleep, you were alternately watching the fairies dancing in the gentle rays of the rising morning sun and the miserably slow ticking of your clock, which was enthroned above the door and of which you were not quite sure whether the time it showed was correct.

The shrill beeping of your alarm clock saved you from this never ending misery. You sat up and let your legs dangling off the edge of your bed for a moment as you stretched your back. Yawning, you slowly slid off the edge and dragged your feet over to the little corner you called kitchen.

The screeching of the floorboards echoed like a disgruntled sigh from the naked walls and the worn out carpet you had bought at a flea market ages ago offered little protection against the cold that radiated from the wooden floor and crept through your feet into your legs. You couldn't say exactly how long the heating had been broken, or whether it had ever worked at all. But the constant cold wasn't really bothersome for you, as rarely as you were in this apartment. And yet the thought of returning to your home after another stressful tour and not to another hotel room seemed much more appealing. Although a hotel room would be much more financially affordable than this apartment, which was furnished with mismatched furniture from flea markets, dried flowers on the windowsill and a tap that was like a round of Russian roulette - you never knew exactly when it would next decide to jump off the edge of the sink and give whoever dared to touch it an unwanted shower.

The smell of coffee slowly filled your little apartment. You watched the dark, steaming liquid as it dripped, drop by drop, into the oversized and absurdly ridiculous looking cup, the handle of which was too small, to stick a single finger through and was painted so hideously that it could almost be described as an abstract work of art. It would certainly have been pretty, with its unevenly sized flowers and smiley-faced butterflies that were almost creepy, if one had made even the slightest effort. But what blame could you possibly give your elementary school self for this trash? Drawing, let alone any other kind of craft, was never one of your strengths. The only thing your clumsy fingers could do was play the guitar.

After you gulped down your minimalistic breakfast, you rushed into your bathroom. The hot water ran down your body, washing the night from your skin as you hummed a new tune that had found its way into your mind and was gnawing there like a terrier.

“I have to write this down straight away,” you promised yourself, but as soon as you stepped out of the shower, now standing in the fog of your hellishly hot shower session, the melody escaped as quickly as it came.

Scowling, you got ready, plaited your wet y/h/c hair into a simple braid so it wouldn't stick across your face, slipped into your favorite jeans, a faded T-shirt and comfortable shoes that would carry you from gig to gig over the next few weeks. You threw a jacket over your shoulders, grabbed the suitcase, shouldered the guitar and let the door close behind you with a loud click. The keychain, which consisted of more pendants than keys, jingled loudly as you locked the door.

The hum of the city, now gradually awakening, echoed through the streets of Los Angeles; a soundtrack that accompanied your departure into a new adventure, a new tour. You would be away for some time again. But to be honest, your apartment never quite felt like home and probably never will. But what does home even mean? Oh boy, let’s not open this box.

Spending the time with your cousins, the three goofy guys you grew up with and were more like brothers for you, always felt more ‘home’ than being in your actual home.

When you reached the parking lot you were loudly greeted by your cousins, as if you hadn’t seen them in ages. But you haven’t seen them for only three days.

What drama queens …

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile creeping upon your lips as all three of them tried to hug you at the same time.

“Whoa! Take care of that guitar!”, you admonished them laughing.

"Excellent!" Rick, the tour manager, clapped his hands as you joined the already waiting group. “Now that everyone’s here, we can finally get on the road. Are you guys excited?”

Oh god, that was too much enthusiasm for an early morning. And by the groaning of everyone else, you knew you weren’t alone with that opinion.

Your luggage was taken by the driver and stored into the bus that would be your home on wheels for the next few weeks. But as he was about to take your guitar, you pressed it against your chest, making clear it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Soooo,” someone snuck up behind you, “and you are the next Stevie Nicks they say, huh?”

You turned around and looked at a guy from the other band, Corroded Coffin. His face was framed by wild, dark curls and his brown eyes sparkled for a moment with something like delightful anticipation. A mischievous smile danced on his lips as he cocked his head and examined you closely from head to toe.

"Well, I wouldn't dare say that," His eyes snapped back up to your face when your soft voice sounded, "But I think I can fairly say that at least I won't be the next Cyndi Lauper." Was that a joke you had just made? You weren't necessarily the kind of person who cracked a lot of jokes, as a lot of people didn't understand your type of humor. But the guy in denim jeans and studded belt seemed to unexpectedly appreciate your humor.

"God forbid! The world wouldn’t be able to tolerate another horribly squeaky voice like that. Not to mention those ridiculous lyrics. I mean - " He cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes as if quoting the lyrics would cause him physical pain, " - The hour is late, don't you want me baby? Through your garden gate. Really? I even write better lyrics when I'm drunk." A hoarse giggle escaped his throat and you couldn't suppress a shy giggle either.

“Hi, I’m Eddie,” he introduced himself without further ado, relieved that you also seemed to find his joke funny, and offered you his hand.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Eddie.” You shook his hand and couldn't help but notice the fancy rings that adorned his fingers. But before you had the chance to take a closer look at them, Chad, your cousin and drummer of your band, hurried you inside the bus.

A brief fight about who would take which bunk broke out among your cousins. But instead of joining their childish behavior, you simply threw your guitar on the bunk you found most appealing.

“Hey!” Doug, the lead singer and oldest member of the band declared upset. “That’s not fair! Who said you could just claim that bunk!”

“Isn’t it ‘Ladies first’?”, you asked, smirking as you let yourself down on the rigid mattress.

“Oh come on, you’re not a lady,” he laughed but you just shrugged, not even thinking about giving up your bunk. You heard a muttered ‘Princess’ from them as you began to make yourself comfortable, but you couldn’t care less. Being the only female sometimes had its perks.

Since it was still early in the morning, you decided to take a nap, but the smell of coffee woke you up after an hour, followed by Cliff’s “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Oh, please Cliff, don’t give her a reason to think she’s an actual beauty.”

“Shut up, Doug,” you sighed but took the cup Cliff handed to you. You took a sip of the steaming hot coffee and wrapped your hands around the cup.

“So when’s the next stop?”, you wanted to know after you took a look at your watch.

After Chad studied the leaflet with the exact time schedule of the tour, he answered: “We should be at the location tomorrow morning at 8 am.” He turned the piece of paper, trying to find any other information. “God, I hope we’ll take a break soon. I won’t survive without a cigarette until tomorrow morning.”

To everyone's relief, later that day the buses pulled over to a rather abandoned parking lot for a quick break. Being crammed up in a bus for hours with you slightly hyperactive and childish older cousins could be seen as some sort of torture. From burping contests to silly bickering, you weren’t spared of the usual bullshit today. So when the bus stopped and the door opened, you literally fled outside. The fresh air filled your lungs and you thanked god for the break. You loved your cousins, really, but they could be a nuisance.

“Finally managed to escape the madness, huh?” You could hear the smile in the voice of the guy who sneaked up on you. You weren’t expecting someone to come up to you for a chat, so the sudden sound of this guys voice startled you.

“Jesus christ!”, you screeched out in surprise and turned around to see Eddie's amused face.

“You can call me Eddie,” he winked at you. “Little jumpy, huh? Adorable.”

“Are you done with this?” You weren’t on the road for a day and yet the Rockstar was trying to flirt with you. Must be a new record.

“What? I - uh,” Eddie stuttered surprised, his eyebrows curled up in a frown.

“Oh, so you already met.” To your surprise, it was Cliff who saved you from another flirting attempt from Eddie. You were about to answer ‘Unfortunately’ but figured this would probably ruin this whole trip beforehand. So you decided to just nod and shut your mouth.

You hated rock stars. Ironic, huh? Since you were the guitarist and singer of a band, soon to be a rockstar too. Most of the guys didn’t care a lot about the music as soon as they got famous. The moment they were cheered by fangirls, all they cared about was to get as many girls as possible into bed. They never missed the opportunity for a small, insignificant quickie, took advantage of their status to get women into bed, only to then push them out of bed after a short bit of fun in order to seek confirmation from the next slut. Playing with women to boost their egos was more important to them than their music, the one thing they got famous for. At some point, you thought they just used music to get famous so they could bang sluts; it wasn’t about music from the beginning. And now, here was Eddie, seemingly just like the rest of them, with his charm and his smile, trying to play the same game. But you weren't going to fall for it. Bitches always know, and you weren't about to become another notch on his bedpost. You were pretty sure he was just another one of those bastards, flirting with you for his own amusement and validation, to eventually get you into bed like so many others before.

In the last few years that you had been working in the music industry, you had experienced many pick-up attempts from a number of musicians. Both when you initially accompanied the bands as an assistant to the tour manager and during your recent time as an opening act with your band; you were not spared the pick-up lines.

In the beginning, when everything was still so new and exciting, you went for it, felt flattered and unfortunately fell for the charm of some of the musicians. It would probably be an exaggeration to say you fell head over heels in love, but at least a handful of the musicians swept you off your feet. But every time you had to painfully learn anew that musicians, especially rock stars like Eddie, were all bastards. Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll - that was the motto they lived by.

Obviously, your aversion to rock stars was merely a reaction to the many times you had been hurt, exploited and betrayed. Painfully, you had to learn time and time again that it was probably a pathological habit of these guys to use women to confirm their tiny egos and were incapable of anything like a lasting relationship. And this Eddie was no exception.

“Y/N, this is Jeff, he plays the bass,” Cliff pointed at the guy next to him, a tall guy with dark skin and a smile as sweet as honey, “Jeff, this is Y/N, she’s our guitarist and second singer.”

Jeff shook your hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you told him, ignoring Eddie next to you, who was not so patiently waiting to chime in. Jeff noticed his friend's urge to say something, but with a smile he continued to talk to you.

“Now you just have to meet Gareth, he’s our drummer, and Grant, one of our guitarists. And Eddie,” he points at the fidgety guy next to you, “is our singer and lead guitarist.”

Before Eddie could say anything, Rick called out to get back into the buses.

“Alright, see you later.”, Cliff said and, with you in tow, hurried back to your bus and waved Jeff and Eddie goodbye.

The next day you played your first show of the tour, the prelude of this adventure. And it was a great success. The crowd was hyped, thrilled to see your band perform before Corroded Coffin entered the stage. By far, this show was the best one you’ve had. Adrenaline flooded your body as you hopped off the stage after the last song. You were soaring higher and higher on the feeling, an addicting mixture of dopamine and endorphins.

“What was that?” Doug, excitedly jumping up and down, looked at you with wide eyes.

You mirrored his smile and tried to find the right words to sum up what just happened.

“That was absolutely insane!”, yelled Cliff out. He laid his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to place a kiss at the crown of your head. “You were incredible! And that solo?” Cliff let go of you. He raised his hands to his head, fingers splayed out, and mimicked the motion of his mind exploding. His palms hovered inches away from his temples as he widened his eyes in astonishment, as if trying to contain the explosion of thoughts within his skull. You started to giggle, touched by your cousin's excitement about your freestyled solo.

“I really hope you remember what you did up there. Brillant!” Thankfully you took the beer Chad handed you. “I swear to god, when this tour won’t be our breakthrough, I’ll be damned.”

For the rest of the show you stayed backstage with Chad, while Doug and Cliff roamed around the venue, drinking beer, celebrating, and probably trying to flirt with some girls. You sipped at your cool beer and wiped away the sweat on your skin with a towel Chad threw at you. The high slowly subsided. But you had to agree with Chad; you could literally sense how this tour might be your last step before your big breakthrough. Satisfied you laid back in the small armchair backstage and spent the time talking with Chad as long as Corroded Coffin were on the stage.

After Eddie and his band had to play bonus track after bonus track, they finally left the stage. The time schedule was very tight knit, which left you no time to stay and relax. As soon as the crowd left the venue, you quickly gathered your stuff and stowed away everything in the buses. A quick ‘Great show’ was all the bands interacted with each other before they disappeared into their home on wheels, carrying them to the next location.

The next shows were no different to the first one; success after success. Your fan base grew, you were asked for autographs, fans bought your merchandise and wanted to take a photo with ‘The Sleepless’. Everything felt like a dream.

“I think Eddie really has his eyes on you,” Chad whispered to you with a mischievous grin when, during the sound check, he spotted Eddie walking up and down next to the stage, hidden behind the sound boxes, trying to catch a glimpse of you. Annoyed, you rolled your eyes and changed your position without comment, under the pretense of tuning the guitar undisturbed.

One evening, after another successful show, you had the chance to stay at the venue, no time schedule stressing you to leave the town right away. You were sitting at the bar and drinking some beer. Before you went back to the hotel, you wanted to take the time to chat with Corroded Coffin.

Eddie rocked back and forth indecisively, the label on the beer bottle in his hand hanging in shreds after he rubbed it nervously throughout the last twenty minutes. He was fascinated by you, your demeanor, your humor, your talent, not to mention your beauty. But he was also confused by your cold, dismissive manner towards him. So he gathered his courage, clutched his beer bottle. As you were casually chatting with Gareth, Eddie approached you from behind, trying to appear as cool and collected as possible.

“So, um… Do you like raccoons?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he could have slapped himself for it. What was that supposed to be? Cringing about his failed attempt at gaining your attention, Eddie frowned.

You paused for a moment, trying to figure out if your mind was just playing some tricks on you. Luckily you couldn’t see Gareth’s amused grin, deriding his friend's horrible attempt to flirt with you.

"What?" Eyebrows raised, you turned her head in Eddie’s direction, thinking that you probably misheard what he said over the loud music. Because nobody would ever think of starting a conversation with “Do you like raccoons” right?

“Oh, uh … nevermind.” Embarrassed by his defeat, Eddie turned around, leaving you and Gareth alone again.

“Dude, what was that?” Jeff hissed as Eddie sat back down next to him at the bar.

“I have absolutely no idea,” Eddie whined, burying his face in his hands.

The evening wore on and the more Eddie drank, the more confident he became until he plucked up the courage to talk to you again. His gaze lingered on you a little too long as he waited until you were alone again and he could shoot his shot. After Gareth left you, Eddie took a deep breath and took his chance.

“Your performance was really good. You are so talented,” he let you know, as casually as discussing the weather. There was a lot of nervousness bubbling under his cool facade, but he was able to hide it surprisingly well.

“Thanks.” Your answer was short and might have come out ruder than you intended. Without even looking at him, you sipped your drink. Eddie felt himself continuing to run into the walls you had built around you. So he tried again.

“You have a really nice guitar. You rarely see such gems on a stage.”

Sighing, you put the glass down and turned to him. For a brief moment, a spark of hope flickered within him as your eyes met his. You were just about to give him a rather sarcastic answer when he spoke up again.

“I would really be happy if I could get to know you a bit. I mean, we've been traveling together for a while now, so I'd like to know who I'm dealing with." For better or worse, you had to agree with him. After a moment's consideration, you nodded in agreement.

So Eddie cautiously tried to get to know you. At the beginning you were rather shy and your answers were short. After a few minutes, however, you thawed out a bit and Eddie allowed himself to make a joke or two that surprisingly made you smile.

“What do you do in your free time, when you’re not out and about making music?” Interested, he leaned forward, rested his elbows on the counter and literally sank into the depths of your eyes.

You thought for a brief moment before answering him. “I'm trying to recover from the tours and unpleasant flirtations of horny rock stars.” With a wink, you leaned back, eager to hear his answer.

“Oh come on, touring with a rock band can’t be that bad,” he replied incredulously. You raised an eyebrow almost defiantly.

“You think so?” You snorted disdainfully. “Oh, you have no idea what it's like to tour in the wake of a rock star. Besides the crappy hotels, poor pay and miserably long bus tours, someone like me has to put up with the constant bragging about who's the band's biggest player." With a teasing grin, you tilted your head and slowly ran your finger along the rim of the glass.

“Between all the…how do I best put this?” You narrowed your eyes and seemed to think. “Between all the meet-and-greets, there’s hardly any room to rest. If you know what I mean. Sex, drugs and rock’n’roll.” You raised the glass to your lips again and as you sipped at the drink, you looked Eddie almost challengingly in the eyes.

Eddie held your gaze, felt challenged and saw his chance to win you over. Just don't make any mistakes now.

“You know, maybe you just need the right rock star to change your mind,” he countered playfully, lowering his voice. “I would rather spend my time on the couch with a good book than with groupies at a wild party.”

“Oh really?” you replied incredulously, voice dripping with sarcasm. You liked playing the game, maybe even making him think he had a chance with you. A game of cat and mouse, except that it wasn't entirely clear who was the cat and who was the mouse.

"Oh yeah!" He confirmed his statement exuberantly and nodded eagerly. “It’s a lot more rock‘n’relax, you know?”

You snorted, barely hiding a giggle. “Rock’n’Relax, yeah?” You looked at him skeptically with a lopsided smile. “No scandals? No wild parties? No paparazzi madness? That almost sounds too good to be true. You’re like the last unicorn in a herd of wild donkeys.” You leaned forward a little and let a strand of your y/h/c hair slide between your fingers.

Eddie felt like he had found a small crack in your wall. With a triumphant smile on his lips, he took another sip of beer.

“You know,” he put the bottle back on the counter, “to be honest, I don’t really care. Just because I'm famous doesn't change my passion for music. For me it was never about anything other than my music and not about fame.” Confident of victory, he enjoyed the moment in which you looked at him admiringly, not knowing that you were just playing with him, the way everyone had always played with you before. Encouraged by your feigned affection, he took the next step.

“You know, maybe we should continue this conversation somewhere else. In a nice restaurant perhaps? Just you and me. What do you think of that, hmm?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Not gonna happen, Munson.” There was something mocking in your voice as you stood up and patted him on the shoulder before leaving the club. He watched you leave, speechless and confused. What just happened? Was he caught up in a bad dream? No, one look at his friends, who were looking at him just as stunned, he knew that he couldn't have dreamed that.

The first stop of your next ten hour journey was early in the morning. You were given a good 15 minutes to stretch your feet, smoke or just get some fresh air.

Half-awake, you strolled across the rest area with a steaming cup of coffee and joined Chad and Cliff, who were smoking by one of the trash cans.

With a grin, Chad noticed Eddie trying to get close to you unnoticed. “Look, your shadow is already awake too,” he teased whispering, nodding in Eddie’s direction.

“God, this guy just won’t leave me alone,” you moaned and squeezed your tired eyes shut in annoyance, which was a dangerous endeavor, since you feared you might not be able to open your eyes again.

"How come? He’s quite nice, isn’t he?” Cliff objected.

“He’s a rock star. And they’re all the same,” you replied wearily. "Superficial. Arrogant. Narcissistic. And oh, very important; They fuck everything that’s female and has two legs just to reinforce their puny ego that they’re the hottest.”

“Woah! Hold on, hold on," Chad interjected laughing. “Seems like someone's gotten out of the wrong side of bed this morning.”

“Oh come on, it’s true,” you whispered and looked at your cousin, pressing the warming cup of coffee against your chest in a poor attempt to warm yourself. “Every band I’ve worked with so far has, without exception, been out to meet as many groupies as they can.”

Both rolled with their eyes, ready to say something, but were silenced by Rick's voice. “Okay, everyone, break is over! We need to move on!”

Sighing you shambled back to your bus, hoping to get some more time to doze off in your little bunk before your slightly hyperactive cousins would return to their typical banter and bullshit, keeping you awake and denying you the rest you needed.

“Why don't you just give him a chance?”, Chad groaned and plumped down on the beanbag.

Cliff climbed up into the bus and agreed with his brother. “Yeah, he seems to be a nice guy.”

“I really have to agree with them. You should give him a chance. I don't see what your problem is anyway.” Doug’s voice echoed from the small bathroom of the bus.

You dramatically rolled your eyes and sighed. Didn't they see how all your ‘just give him a chance’ romances ended? It's like they forgot about all the times your heart was broken, all the times you’ve been used and played with, like none of that ever happened.

“Because,” you started, almost sounding like a teacher, “Rockstars are assholes.” The eyes of your cousins followed your every move as you crouched down in front of the little fridge, searching for some milk for your coffee. There was no chance they’d shut up to let you sleep, so you could just as well down another coffee to wake up the rest of your body.

“Well, the four Armenian guys we played with a few months ago didn't seem to be assholes. You spent a lot of the time with them. Like … a lot!”, Doug said with special emphasis on the last part of his sentence after coming out of the bathroom. And he was right. You did enjoy the time with these four weirdos from L.A. on your last tour.

“Yeah,” you huffed and filled your cup with the worst coffee you’ve ever had, “‘cause they were stoned the whole time and wanted me to help them with their make-up!”

The three guys looked at each other but eventually nodded in agreement. “Yeah, okay, totally forgot about that.” Cliff acknowledged.

For a moment there was silence. An awkward kind of silence and you felt like you won. Maybe you could unexpectedly get a few more minutes of sleep? Until Chad started this discussion all over again. “But what if he’s different?”

You groaned in annoyance at your cousin's remark and laid your head back. “Oh. My. Fucking. God!”, you hissed through gritted teeth. “Why do you desperately want to -” Mid Sentence you stopped, an idea shooting up in your mind. With wide eyes, and a nearly insane look on your face, you glared at them. “Now I see it. I can see it pretty clearly!”

“What are you talking about?” Chad’s question let you twirl around. You pointed your finger at him, sensing a conspiracy. But it could’ve been the caffeine in your blood as well, you didn’t know but it didn’t matter anyway.

“You guys want me to fuck with him! You want me to fuck with him, so we might get some publicity for our band!”

“Bullshit! No one wants you to fuck with him.”, Chad huffed with a frown, offended by your suspicion and shook his head.

“Unless you want to fuck with him. You know, you’re an adult, you’re responsible for your own actions and who are we to tell you -” You interrupted Doug quickly.

“Okay! Okay! Could we stop discussing my non-existing sexlife? Please? I’m not gonna fuck any Rockstar at all.” You sat back down on the little sofa and sipped your coffee. “Rockstars are just horny little assholes with little egos. All they ever want is to get their ducks wet by as many desperate groupies as possible, just to boost their ego. Sex, Drugs and Rock’n’Roll - that’s all they ever want.”

“Oh come on, Y/N/N, not everyone in this industry is like that,” Cliff tried to calm you down, unsuccessfully.

“Not everyone, but an incredibly large amount of them are and I’m not willing to go through all of that bullshit again to find out who might not be like the rest. End of discussion.” You downed the coffee and stood up to get some alone time in your somewhat cozy bunk, where you would stay for the rest of the drive.

“Oh, and don’t ever call me Y/N/N again. I’m not eight anymore.”

When you arrived at the club where you were scheduled to perform that evening, it was pouring rain. The thick raindrops splashing against the window panes had a calming effect on you, always has. To pass the time while Rick was dealing with the hotel, which had canceled the reservations for some unknown reason, you made yourself comfortable on one of the padded benches in the entrance area of the hotel and soon closed your eyes. You let the patter of the rain lull you like a gentle massage.

“Could you please stop staring at me like that all the time?” You didn't have to open your eyes to notice Eddie, sitting in a chair just a few steps away from you, watching you and thinking you wouldn't notice.

“I uh…” He felt caught red-handed and nervously jumped up from his seat. Giggling, you opened your eyes and looked at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Stare at me like a creep?” you interrupted his stuttering. He nodded sheepishly.

“Listen, I would really like to get to know you,” he began after taking a deep breath and sitting down in the chair right next to you. “I'm really serious, no games. I’m not one of those cliche rock stars, believe me.” You also sat up and looked at him. Skepticism flashed in your eyes.

“Please give me a chance to prove to you that I’m serious. I would really like to know who you are off stage. Just an honest conversation, you and me.” Eddie looked at you pleadingly, with big, round puppy-dog eyes that, to be honest, no one could resist. But you hesitated for a moment, indecisive if you should dare to trust him and give him a chance.

“Please, Y/N.” You could tell from his look that he really was being serious. Every single fiber of your being screamed ‘no’, your instinct screamed at you not to trust him, but eventually you gave in.

"One chance." When you finally gave him the opportunity to prove himself his face lit up. “Really just one chance. I've had enough of being played with by guys like you. You have one single chance to convince me that you’re not the kind of rock star that just uses women. Don't make me regret my decision.”

“You won’t regret it, promised,” he solemnly swore, excitedly holding out his pinky for the sacred pinky promise.

“I hope so for your own safety,” you admonished him and sealed the promise. Was this really the right decision?

Later that evening, after another incredible show, Eddie approached you, a wide, excited grin painted on his face. His friends watched him from a distance, ready to help him if needed.

“Hey, Y/N!” He snuck up on you from behind and slung his arm around your shoulders. Was the touching already too much? Too intrusive?

“Oh, hey, there’s your shadow again,” Chad winked at you. “I’ll leave you two alone then.” Laughing, he turned away from you and followed Cliff and Doug to the bar.

“That was a good show, huh?” Still high on the evening's success, he grinned broadly at you. “The best show we've had so far!”

"Oh yeah, especially considering all the screaming and bra-throwing fangirls," you told him with a sarcastic tone that immediately wiped the smile off his face.

"What? No, that… well -” Again he burst into incomprehensible babble, which was probably intended to be an apology or justification.

Laughing, you placed a hand on his arm. "Eddie, that was a joke," you explained.

“Oh, yeah, uh - a joke,” he stammered, still a little taken aback. “Shall we maybe eat something?”

“Eat something?” you asked and looked at your watch. “It's almost half past one. In the morning."

Shrugging his shoulders, he replied: “Some pizza place will be open by now, don’t you think?”

Miraculously, the two of you actually found a rather shabby pizza place that was open at that time. Between a few drunks stumbling out of discos and the smell of greasy food, you found a small table in the corner. While you waited for the pizzas, you observed the unusually lively hustle and bustle in this small diner and were thoroughly amused by the unsuccessful attempts of a drunk German tourist who wanted to order his pizza in Italian from the Pakistani-born owner.

“Really? Pineapple on pizza?” Disgust was written all over Eddie's face as the waiter brought your order.

“What? Believe me, this is the best combo. You have to try it!” Laughing you grabbed a piece and held it up to his face. With a scrunched up nose he tried to get away from your rather pushy attempt to make him try the pineapple pizza.

“Come on! You have to try it, trust me.” Still giggling you looked at Eddie, his eyes darting between you and the piece of pizza, dangerously near his lips. He weighed his options for a moment until he decided to give it a try. With a frown he sighed but leaned forward to take a bite. As he chewed you looked at him expectantly and waited for a reaction. It took him a few seconds until his face lit up. “Well, it’s not that bad actually, but I wouldn’t call this ‘the best combo’,” he shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, okay Mister Gourmet,” you jested and moved aside on the bench to get away from him in a playful manner, acting pouty. “You obviously don’t have a good taste.”

“I don’t have a good taste?!” The expression on his face was theatrically offended.

“Yeah, you don’t have a good taste. But it’s my fault, sorry, I should’ve known it already the first time you tried to flirt with me.” You shrugged and returned your attention to your pretty oily pizza. Eddie, however, couldn't turn his eyes away from you. With his mouth wide open in shock, trying to find the right words, you couldn’t help but notice that he looked like a fish out of water. Grinning to yourself you continued to ignore him until he finally found his voice again.

“What?”, was everything he was able to get out. “What?!”

As you were trying to grab another piece of pizza he shoved the plate away from you, forcing you to look at him. “I have no taste because I think you are fucking cute and talented and gorgeous?”, he summed up your sarcastic remarks.

“Oh please, you don’t honestly think I’m cute or gorgeous or anything,” you snorted, leaning back on the sticky bench, knowing damn well he wouldn’t make it easy for you to get your pizza back. “You just want to flatter me because you want to end up in bed with me like the guys before you.”

Still in shock he stared at you. “No, no, no. Hold on.” Eddie gently turned your head by placing his index finger on your chin so you had to look at him. “You still think all I wanna do is lure you into bed?” He waited in vain for you to reply, but all you did was look down at the dirty table.

“Listen, Y/N, I really want to get to know you. Not like the assholes before. I wasn’t joking when I told you I care more about my music than being famous. Even if I wasn’t famous, you would still be that girl I desperately would want to spend my time with, okay? I couldn’t imagine someone more perfect than you. I would gladly give up everything I have just to get to know you. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now, Y/N.” Eddie's voice was soft but determined. You could feel that he was being honest with you, not joking around or acting up just to lure into bed.

All this time you were played with, and not just your time in the music industry but the years at school too, you were so used to only getting a guy's attention because he wanted one thing. But as soon as you made it clear to whoever was shooting his shot, you were nothing more than garbage to them. So it was pretty much understandable that getting compliments or even the slightest attention from someone made you hide behind your wall you built around you to protect you. In your own mind you were worthless, no one would actually want to get to know you.

“Eddie, I’m sorry,” you whispered after some quiet moments, finally looking up into his eyes again. “I’m just not used to all of this.”

“That’s okay,” he reassured you. “Well, honestly it’s not okay, because it seems like you’ve been treated like an object before and that’s not okay. But it’s okay that you’re insecure. Let me help you, okay? Let me show you not everyone is like this. I really want you to see what I see when I look at you or hear you sing or simply hear your laugh.” He moved closer to you again, closing the gap you created before. “You can trust me, okay? I won’t hurt you or play with your feelings or anything.”

You just sat there for a moment, your pizzas already turning cold, while a battle raged within you. On one hand, there was the overwhelming desire to trust Eddie, to believe his kind words and let him in. But on the other hand, there was the lingering fear, the scars of past betrayals and heartaches, whispering caution in your ear. Anxiety gnawed at your insides, reminding you of all the times you had been let down and used. It was a struggle between the longing for connection and the instinct to protect yourself from further pain.

As Eddie's warmth enveloped you, a part of you wanted to surrender to the comfort he offered, to allow yourself to be vulnerable in his presence. But another part hesitated, clinging to the safety of your walls, wary of the vulnerability that came with trust.

Eddie's gentle touch and reassuring words began to chip away at your defenses, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of your doubts. Could he truly be different? Could he be the one to break the cycle of hurt and disappointment? Or was he just another one to kick you in the back, to play with your feelings just for his amusement?

Eddie sensed you might need a hug, someone to hold you tight and make you feel somehow safe. “Is it okay if I lay my arm around you?”, he carefully asked. You needed a second to muster your courage and finally nodded. Eddie laid his arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you closer. As you leaned into his embrace, a flicker of hope ignited within you, tentative but undeniable. Perhaps, just perhaps, this time would be different.

“I don’t care what you’ve been told by these pricks. All I know is I want to spend my time with you and make some music, nothing else matters,” he whispered into your ear.

Slowly you began to let your walls crumble down, bit by bit. This kind of safety was something you hadn’t felt in quite some time and you nearly forgot what it was like to hold on to somebody. There was still a voice in the back of your head, admonishing you to keep your defense up just in case, because no one could ever really like you, right? You were always the second choice, why should it be different this time?

Time seemed to fly by as you were lost in Eddie's warm embrace and soon you were told to leave by the owner of the diner, it was closing time. You already forgot about the pizza, with all the grease they were disgusting anyway.

“Come on, sweetie, let’s get back.” Eddie stood up and held out a hand for you. For a second you looked at his hand, his calloused fingers and the chunky rings adorning them, unable to decide if you should accept his offer to hold your hand. But without your heart's consent you eventually grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Eddie cast you a reassuring smile, proud you overcame your doubts.

After that evening you slowly began to trust Eddie. He brought you coffee in the morning, smiling like an idiot at your grumbled insults; even though you were the complete opposite of a morning person, he found your rather grumpy attitude inexplicably endearing. You spent the breaks together, and to your cousin's great confusion, you laughed at his jokes and found yourself drawn to his incredibly mesmerizing and warm eyes. And when you were exhausted and didn’t feel like talking, he simply sat next to you and enjoyed your presence. Sometimes he would play some melodies on his guitar for you or read to you out of some crappy books he bought at a gas station; he always picked the ones with the most ridiculous titles or covers.

Your little pizza dates after your shows quickly became some sort of tradition whenever you had the chance to stay in the city for the night, giggling at the drama of the drunk’s around you. Soon he began to appreciate your choice of pizza, stealing pieces of your pineapple pizza when you weren’t looking.

He truly was the sweetest guy you ever met. Eddie managed to make you laugh when you felt like never laughing again. He made you feel valued. He made you feel important. When you were on the stage you found Eddie either right beside the stage or in the front row, cheering, screaming, as if you were the greatest rockstar on earth. And when he was on the stage his eyes were glued to your face wherever you were standing. He always found you, the rest of the crowd disappearing for him; there was nothing more important to him than to see your smile while he performed.

As a sign of love and affection he let you play with his lucky pick while you gave him your favorite lighter.

Time flew by, you and Eddie were literally glued together which started to annoy the rest of your bands. You weren’t spared the mocking and teasing comments of your cousins and even Eddie had to deal with bad jokes from his friends. Some weeks had passed, all your doubts and worries vanished and you enjoyed your time with Eddie. There were innocent touches, his hand brushing yours when you walked next to each other or crossed paths backstage between you performances, hugs whenever you were alone, he even held you hand under the table when you were at a restaurant with everyone else.

One evening you found yourself outside of the club for a smoke to calm down your nerves. During your band's performance there were a few dickheads trying to sabotage the gig, hollering insults and booing because they thought your band was crap. So you stood outside, the cool air of the night wrapped around your body and literally cooling down the racing thoughts that started to pull you down again. You took a deep, shaky breath, the smoke filling your lungs. As you inhaled the smoke, your eyes fluttered shut and you held your breath for a moment before releasing a little cloud of tobacco smoke into the night sky. The buzz of pleasure combined with the slight flash of adrenaline and energy rushing through your body were slowly numbing your mind.

“That shit could kill you, you know?” The voice pulled you out of your trancelike state. You opened your eyes and turned your head just to find Eddie, sneaking up behind you out of the dark.

“So does life and yet here we are,” you taunted, shrugging your shoulders and taking another drag. “Aren’t you supposed to get on stage by now?”, you stated after taking a look at your watch.

“Yeah, but the security is currently busy with removing some shitheads that insulted my favorite person,” he declared casually and took away the cigarette that bounced between your lips. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow as you watched him taking a deep breath, smoke filling his lungs, before he handed you the cigarette.

“You didn’t -” you stated flabbergasted.

“Of course I did.”, he huffed, releasing the smoke, and looked down on you. “A behavior like that is not appropriate and should not be tolerated.”

You shook your head and took back your cigarette he offered back to you. “Moron,” you whispered and couldn’t contain your laughter.

“I’ll gladly be your moron,” he winked at you before returning back inside for his performance.

You stayed in Indianapolis for two more days after your show before moving on with your tour. Rick allowed you to take a short break there to relax and recover from the stressful tour life. And with Chad’s birthday right around the corner you and your other cousins decided to spend the whole day together, so you informed Eddie that you would be away for the day.

This day felt like childhood again, exploring the city, visiting a museum and going to a mall in the afternoon to shop for some new clothes. Later in the evening you wanted to celebrate Chad’s birthday at a pub, the only thing that didn’t feel like childhood.

Before you headed to the pub you wanted to change your clothes and freshen up a bit, maybe you could even say hi to Eddie since you hadn’t talked to him for the whole day. As you knocked on his hotel room door you were disappointed with silence. Maybe he was out with his friends too? You sighed and hurried into your room to change. But when you excitedly exited the elevator and caught a glimpse of Eddie, your heart skipped a beat and shattered into a million pieces. It was like a rope wrapped around your chest and with every breath and every heartbeat it got tighter and tighter, making it nearly impossible to keep on breathing. Everything around you seemed to freeze, moving in slow motion as your eyes followed Eddie and the girl next to him.

Ouch.

He had slung his arm around her shoulder and as he leaned closer to whisper something into her ear, you could see the huge smile on his lips. Seeing them laughing and being pretty close felt like someone pierced your heart with a million daggers. Just when they disappeared into the elevator you were finally able to catch your breath again, nearly hyperventilating.

Like being stuck in a nightmare where you couldn’t wake up from, you couldn’t get the picture of Eddie and this beautiful light-brown haired girl out of your head. You didn’t know how long you stood there and stared at the place where Eddie and his groupie vanished into the elevator, but judging by the concerned expression on Dougs face you must’ve been in your trance for quite some time.

“Y/N?”, he asked multiple times and after you hadn’t shown a reaction to his attempts to catch your attention, he tugged at the sleeve of your jacket. “Hello?! Earth to Y/N?!”

This snapped you out of your thoughts. “What?”

“God, Y/N, what’s wrong with you?”, he asked and shook his head. “We’re late, let’s go.” And with that you left the lobby.

Although you tried to distract yourself from the spiteful voices in your head and the images of Eddie and this girl doing whatever in his hotelroom, you were unsuccessful. Your mood was at its lowest and after Cliff noticed your discomfort and asked if you're alright, you tried to drink away this overthinking and obstinate voice inside of your mind.

Downing one drink after another, your mood finally started to light up. You danced, laughed and got drunk. After not even two hours you were completely wasted and your mind blacked out. You vaguely remembered seeing Eddie in the lobby as Chad brought you back to the hotel and that you threw a pillow at him, followed by some slurred insults. Luckily Chad could hold you back before you had the chance to jump at Eddie's throat. Whereas your drunken state probably would’ve made any attempt to jump at Eddie unsuccessful. As Chad dragged you into the elevator, you growled “Fuck off and leave me alone. Don’t you dare to ever talk to me again” after Eddie confusedly tried to find out what had happened.

Somehow you ended up in your bed with a bucket next to your nightstand, just in case.

A knock on your door woke you up eventually, but opening your sleepy eyes was a strenuous act. You tried to rub away the sleep from your eyes, as it knocked a second time.

“Good morning, princess,” Eddie’s voice came chirping from the other side of the door. “Wake up. It’s time to get up and get ready for the day!”

An exasperated groan escaped your throat and you looked at the door, wondering if you should just ignore him, tell him to fuck off, or give him a chance to explain himself for the sake of the tour.

As he knocked a third time, you sighed and squeezed your eyes, already regretting your decision.

“Do you have coffee?” You had no other choice, your tired mind and hungover body were desperately in need of caffeine.

“Open the door and find out!” he cooed and no one could have overheard the smug grin in his voice. He was still confused about what your encounter last night meant, but he hoped you just had been drunk. Most people he knew tend to become aggressive under the influence of alcohol, maybe you were one of them?

“God, a simple yes or no would have been enough.” Slowly you got out of bed and slipped in one of your hoodies.

Eddie was the last person you wanted to see right now, but you were too tempted by the prospect of a steaming hot coffee. So you dragged yourself to the door, unlocked it and carefully opened. And there he was, leaning against the doorframe, a mustache painted on his face, with what you suspected was eyeliner, and the desired cup of coffee in his hand. Unimpressed, you stared at him for a moment.

“Bonjour Mademoiselle,” he said with a bad french accent, seemingly trying to be funny, and wiggled his eyebrows, as if nothing had happened last night. You kept your unimpressed expression, even though this sight was kind of hilarious.

“I’m fucking mad at you,” you grabbed the cup and held it to your chest. “And that mustache looks ridiculous.”

“What? But what did I do?”, he protested.

“Thanks for the coffee.” Without further ado you closed the door again.

“Please, tell me what I did wrong and let me apologize.” Eddies voice was desperate as he begged you to explain to him what he did to upset you like this.

The warmth of the coffee spread through your body and life seemingly came back into your hurting limbs after you took a sip. Should you really enlighten him? Should you really give him a chance to apologize? You already gave him a chance, he fucked it up and now acted like he didn’t know what he did wrong. If he didn’t know what he did, how should you accept his apology? How could an apology be honest without even knowing what the problem was? If he didn't realize on his own what he had done wrong, how could he regret it and apologize?

That’s just not working.

And that made you furious. Driven by caffeine, anger and the residue alcohol in your system, you yanked the door open and glared at him. “You told me, yeah, you PROMISED me, you were different, not like the other rock stars who play with girls. You begged me to give you a chance to prove you really wanted to get to know me. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you,” you hissed through gritted teeth and put the cup of coffee down at the dresser next to the door precautionary before you accidentally spilled the much needed coffee.

At the sound of your tremulous voice Eddie lost his self confident composure and turned into a scared little child that was scolded by its parents. He looked at you with his incredibly lovely puppy eyes, something no one could resist. On one hand you felt bad for yelling at him, on the other hand, however, you were still boiling with anger.

“I’ve seen you,” you began, voice now softer. “I’ve seen you with this girl last night. You had your arm wrapped around her shoulder and took her with you into your room. How could I even believe that you were resistant to these horny groupies.” Eddie froze as you explained to him why you were so angry with him.

"I mean, she's absolutely beautiful, breathtaking. I can't really blame you, she's gorgeous. I would choose her over myself too, honestly -”

“Y/N,” Eddie interrupted you, his voice soft and … amused? “That’s Robin.” He was unexpectedly calm, nearly optimistic, and not like he was trying to talk himself out of this.

“Oh, great. At least you can remember her name,” you laughed hysterically. “Congratulations! Bonus points to Eddie fucking Munson. You’re right, you are indeed different from all those horny rockstars.” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. Even if you tried to hold back your hurt and anger, it wouldn’t have been successful. But letting it all out felt good, freeing. You looked at him, waiting for some lazy excuses, but he was just calm, like your accusations didn’t bother him. Was that a smile? Was he really smiling right now?

A moment of tense silence hung in the air. A moment that felt like eternity as you waited for his answer.

“Robin’s a lesbian.” Eddie tried to fight it, but it was a hopeless fight. The teasing grin tugging at his lips spread across his face.

“Oh … “ This caught you off guard. Your expression shifted from hurt to embarrassment, your hungover mind racing to process the unexpected revelation. “Oh!” To hide your blushing cheeks you covered your face with your hands. “Oh my god.”

“She’s an old friend of mine. And since she lives here, I decided to meet her, ask her for some advice on how to win you over, you know.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, really. I didn’t know - I just saw you and her and -” you apologized stuttering, ashamed you judged him too soon and unjustifiably screamed at him. A knot of guilt and remorse formed in the pit of your stomach as the realization sank in.

“It’s okay,” Eddie reassured you. “I never meant to upset you. I actually thought you were already out with your cousins.”

“I was on my way to meet them outside when I saw you with her,” you interfered.

He sighed and looked down on you, his expression softening with understanding.

“I never was good at talking to girls. To be honest, I’m awkward when it comes to flirting or talking with a girl I like. So I asked Robin if she could help me out. I wanted to do it right, you know? And not scare you away because I’m clumsy and weird since it was getting serious between us.” Eddie shook his head and huffed, seemingly amused about a memory that popped up.

“You know, I figured calling someone I like M’lady and stuff isn’t really what girls want.”

"Eddie, I'm so incredibly sorry, I really am," you apologized over and over again. The guilt seemed to eat you up inside.

“Please believe me, my love, and I’ll give you those things you thought unreal - the sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal,” he whispered, his rough hands cupping your face.

Even when everything would fall apart someday and the world burned down, all he would want was to hug you tight. There was nothing more important to him than you and his music - as long as you were with him, nothing could go wrong, you’ll be the light to guide him back home. He lost himself in the depths of your y/e/c irises, his heart beating violently in his chest. Just as you were about to say something he closed the gap between your lips. The kiss sparked something inside of you you’ve never felt before, something you never wanted to miss again in your life.

Out of breath you pulled away. Your mind was dizzy, but you were unsure if it was from the lingering effects of your hangover or the intensity of this moment, this overwhelming kiss.

“Come on, get ready and we’ll go out to get some breakfast,” he whispered, his smile was filled with warmth and affection - just pure adoration for the most wonderful woman in his life.

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hawthorne weekly dinner head canons

this has been sitting in my drafts for so long (although i only started posting earlier this week, i've had a few posts in my drafts for a while) you can't tell me they don't have weekly dinners. they're all literally so cute. like i can just imagine the four brothers, avery, libby, max, and even rebecca and thea sometimes spending some time all together. i might make a part two bc i honestly love the idea of all of them spending time together at dinner.

max and xander are always talking about the weird things that happened to them that week (once, they managed to get stuck with a lion in a cage at the zoo)

libby and grayson usually cook the food together. xander will help libby make the desserts.

once grayson starts dating someone (lyra probably, for some reason i'm still not convinced they'll end up together), obviously she joins these little dinners.

avery sometimes forces alisa to stop working and join too. she slowly starts to get over nash bc of them (she realises she's a girlboss and doesn't need a man in her life (i hc that she's bi))

grayson really enjoys the meals. he slowly starts to loosen up and smile more (this makes everyone really happy).

they once dared avery to make the food one night, but she's a horrible cook so they just decided to order take out.

jamie, when the plates and everything have been taken away from the table, gets on top of it and starts twerking.

the dinners always lead to everyone settling down in the living room and watching movies/tv shows (in two other posts, i mentioned that xander, grayson, libby, and avery love medical dramas so they probably all just watch that)

rebecca doesn't really like socializing with so many people at once so she brings a book with her. thea notices her all lonely and starts to talk to her bc she's such a good gf (istg they're so cute together).

avery and jameson always sit next to each other and are touching each other (sometimes jamie has an arm wrapped around her shoulder, other times he's holding her hand or places his hand on her thigh.

grayson canonically loves photography, and so these dinners give him the opportunity to show his work. he also takes pictures of them at dinner

sometimes he'll also show everyone some piano pieces he composed (this guy most definitely plays the piano)

these dinner usually end up becoming games of truth or dares, never have i ever, two truths and a lie etc. these games reveal so many things about everyone. so people get to know each other better

libby always has a slew of funny stories about baby avery. avery's always blushing from embarrassment.

sometimes, thea's just on her phone the whole time replying to comments and stuff.

xander likes to sit next to grayson cause he likes to talk about his gadgets and, bc gray doesn't really speak, he can talk freely (gray loves hearing him talk about things he enjoys). xander also has max sitting on his other side so that he can talk to her too, but usually she's busy talking to avery and stuff

during one of these family dinners, they learned that gray had an emo phase when he was 11.

they also learned that avery used to be a hopeless romantic thanks to max and libby (the four brothers, thea, rebecca, and alisa were all shocked cause she doesn't seem like she would be one but then they realized it made sense)

during a game of truth or dare, jameson managed to bang his head so hard on the table he passed out (idk what the dare was)

libby tends to sit across grayson and they start talking about cooking and stuff.

grayson once forgot about the dinner but really wanted to attend. he couldn't find a shirt he liked though and he was so tired that he just showed up shirtless (everyone had no words)

sometimes, avery or one of the brothers will post pics of their dinners and fans always think it's adorable.

jamie and avery will talk about the trips they took together

nash loves to talk about taylor swift's easter eggs/cryptic posts, etc. max who's also a hard core swiftie joins in. the rest of the table, at some point, start to like talking about these easter eggs too, and it becomes a huge thing (i hc that all of them were already swifties prior to these dinners. some less addicted to her music than others though)

they all like reading (except for thea, she doesn't get the point of it) so they start talking about thebooks they like or are currently reading.

at one of these family dinners, its revealed that nash reads smut (people already knew max and xander read smut already cause they aren't ashamed to talk about the weird shit they read)

max is always threatening avery to reveal all of her dirty secrets (they've been friends since childhood, of course max knows things about avery that no one else does)

at first, libby was kinda shy to talk at the table bc she felt like people didn't really care about what she had to say (fuck you drake, it's all cause of him) so nash started comforting her and encouraging her to talk. grayson overheard the conversation and started a conversation with her to encourage her. he told her that she was part of the family whether she wanted to or not, and people wanted to talk to her (she teared up).

sometimes, when libby gets anxious about speaking, nash will put his hand on her thigh and hype her up.

at first, grayson was so happy to have these dinners and be surrounded with people that love him that he would start to tear up in bed at night. over time, he started to accept that these people would always be in his life and stopped crying at night.

if anyone has requests, feel free to leave them! hope you guys like these <3. also here's a little seating plan i made for fun :) when lyra joins someday, she sits between gray and rebecca.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #averyjameson #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #libby grambs #libbynash #rebecca x thea #rebecca laughlin #thea calligaris #maxine liu #maxander #alisa ortega

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assorted Transformers fics to rec (part 1...?)

i really do think fic recs are valuable to fandom so here’s a random collection of Transformers fics i like, with no particular theme. these were compiled by frantically googling half-remembered bits to try and find the only ones i remember reading years ago, and i know i’m missing some i’d like to include

EDIT: part 2 here!

A Prime Performance

TFP AU, incomplete, AO3. Megatron is an actor in a children’s show. this is just as hilarious as you think it is. some slowburn MegOp. i love all the easter eggs and references and the way this in-universe show is created and run?? it’s fascinating

All Roads Lead to Rome

no set continuity/vaguely Bayverse, oneshot, AO3. a huge robot warrior like Sunstreaker is odd enough in modern times, just imagine him in ancient Rome. extremely interesting premise to me i love this bit and would love more. warning for typical crass patriarchal expectations for women in marriage but nothing actually explicit

Another Gate

Bayverse, complete multichap, FFN. whatever Sam is now, it isn’t human. some REAL good body horror, friendship, and alien strangeness ooooo

Bodies (break)

IDW, oneshot, AO3. Ultra Magnus goes to therapy and Rung is something wrong. oooooooghhghghhf i LOVE when people lean into the oddness and creepiness of the local god

Brave New World

fan canon, ongoing webcomic, TFW05. a spin on BW among other things, following Rodimus Prime’s crew of beastformers as they face down an assortment of bad guys and mysteries. LOVE this canon guys i LOVE it, very very good beast mode choices, very heartfelt and very funny, i also love seeing the art progression over the years. lovely webcomic here

Burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar

TFP, complete multichap, AO3, NSFW near the end. it’s focused on Ultra Magnus/reader but the first half of this fic is probably my favorite. the overwhelm and incredulity the reader character grapples with for awhile, i feel like it’s pretty realistic for someone who’s been shoved into a weird new world. DEFINITELY did Breakdown dirty though. has sequels that i haven’t read

dares for the first time

G1, oneshot, AO3. lovely little take on a G1 Guiding Hand that makes me feel things

Dog of Law

IDW, complete multichap, AO3. the Lost Light crew don’t find Minimus in Tyrest’s cells, they find a small green turbofox. lovely character driven piece here and honestly i just really like when his canonical turbofox alt is used i think it’s a shame we never got it in the story proper

First Contact

IDW, incomplete, AO3. listen it’s only a little bit written but i am OBLIGATED to post isekai/modern girl in Middle Earth/falling into fiction type of stories and i really liked the setup for this one okay! i love isekai and this was the only one i could remember to track down

Grey Is The Night

Batman/vaguely IDW crossover, complete multichap, AO3. there’s a new police car in Gotham, and it’s up to no good. listen i don’t even do DC stuff but Batman meeting Prowl here is done MARVELOUSLY ohhh i love this very much, the plot is GOOD, and i bet folks who actually like DC will love it even more

Hazard Light

IDW, oneshot, AO3. a hanahaki take on Brainstorm/Perceptor that i actually like, despite not usually enjoying hanahaki at all, with some nice Cybertronian biology too

How to Save the World in 8 Minutes and 3 Seconds

vaguely G1/continuity soup, oneshot, AO3. how does Prowl save a species, with blocked communications, no visuals, and a short time limit? why, he just keeps an eye on social media of course! a lil dark and fun and clever

In Media Bellum

TFP, incomplete, AO3. human reader is caught up with Team Prime in a delightful exploration of culture and introspection and found family. no shipping but masterful platonic relationship work! it feels... idk relaxed? caring? i love the tone of this writing

Juxtaposition

vaguely G1, complete multichap, FFN (also on AO3 but never finished crossposting). a human OC gets in a car accident and starts hearing voices in her head, unknowingly saving a Cybertronian’s life, even if it’s in a very atypical manner. love this OC, love the whole premise here and the exploration of an alien reality from a human POV. no shipping, if that’s not ur thing

Lost Light/Rodimus

IDW, oneshot, Tumblr. the ship comes to life and has something important to ask Rodimus. i love this concept it’s very good, very intriguing

Magnus Carey

IDW, oneshot, AO3. Verity teaches Minimus about Christmas. short and sweet, i love their friendship

My Totally Real Mary Sue Husband Who Lives Back On Cybertron

TFA, oneshot, AO3, Dratchet. “Ratchet offhandedly mentions he's conjunxed. Bumblebee refuses to believe him. Hijinks ensue.” funny and in character and sweet

Mythbusters Season Nine Interlude: The Autobot Special

G1/Mythbusters crossover, oneshot, AO3. busting some myths AND some Decepticons! it just keeps getting better and better the further you read. i laughed out loud so many times, and cheered at recognizing so many classic Mythbusters bits, and i will get on my hands and knees to beg for a Dirty Jobs sequel these shows were my CHILDHOOD

Patronus

TFP, twoshot, AO3. Megatron has teatime with Rung, who... is not a normal bot. more good good Rung being something wrong

Property Of

Bayverse, incomplete, FFN. when Sam and Mikaela meet Bumblebee, it isn’t as an Autobot scout, but rather as a new owner of these recently discovered organic animals called “humans”. a very well done human pet fic that doesn’t veer into psychological torture or boundary crossing or anything (sorry if that’s your jam) and while it’s incomplete i still love what’s there, especially as the kids learn how to communicate their personhood to an ignorant Bee

Rules to Follow When Making First Contact

continuity soup/fan canon, ongoing series, AO3. listen i know many folks aren’t here for the human characters but i LOVE all the humans here they are each characterized so well and i love seeing how its been blended together across canons. this is a very clever, very engaging setup with a very grounded presence for alien robots that hits in ALL the right places for me. AUTOBOTS LEARNING ENGLISH YALL!!! YES!!! very good very good

Scrimscrim

TFP....... sort of, incomplete, AO3. what do you do when you end up with a Starscream toy brought to life? this is a hilarious premise with good characterization, a lovely human OC, a ridiculous situation handled very realistically, and generally good fun to read. reverse isekai is perhaps more of a favorite of mine than isekai!

SG Prime

TFP SG au, ongoing webcomic, own website and DA. REALLY REALLY COOL YALL. fantastic designs and inclusions and expanding on TFP lore and making very interesting SG dynamics and just. excellent.

TFP Wheeljack in TFA

TFP/TFA crossover, ongoing series of posts, Tumblr. i LOVE crossovers, i will kill and die for crossovers, and this is one of the few i’ve been able to find! there’s enough posts under that tag that i haven’t been able to read them all but what i did see is GOOD

The Echo Garden

IDW/TFP crossover, incomplete, AO3. Soundwave gets picked up by the Lost Light. okay i am a SUCKER for crossovers as previously stated and this one is Good. leans fully into being a crossover and expounding on the differences between universes. Soundwave needs to figure out what to do with himself! also features some delightful slowburn SoundRod and a lovely ensemble cast. Toaster is the best

The One Where The Decepticons Are The Good Guys

TFP SG au, incomplete, AO3. i’m not typically a fan of Shattered Glass stuff but this doesn’t feel terribly OOC or completely upended or alien to the original plot, i think this is done very well and i can’t wait for more

Transformers Recovery: Primal Launch

fan canon, complete multichap, AO3. it’s like the Lost Light but weirder, i don’t even know how to convey its awesomeness. VERY funny, VERY cool, Sky Lynx is there, Swerve is important, Riptide is such a good bot, Megatron exists, just all good things here. treat yourself and read this it’s such a delight

Twenty-Five to Life

vaguely IDW, oneshot, AO3. Starscream/Minimus soulmate au that makes me wheeze when i read it because it it so painfully in character and hilarious oh my god i am CRYING laughing by the time i finish it. petty criminal Starscream, noble Minimus, oil and water. gets raunchy but nothing explicit with an NSFW sequel

Under Control Till You’re In Front Of Me

G1, oneshot, AO3. i need more people to join the Shockwave/Moonracer ship please please it’s good

Xenoethnography

canon soup/based in TFP, ongoing series, AO3. a more hard scifi take on Transformers from the POV of an anthropologist hired to study them. y’all, THIS IS GOOD. seriously if there’s one fic out of all of these i could keep, it’d be this one, it’s just so so good ugh. ugh i love it i need to catch up with it again

#fic rec #rec list #macaddam #transformers #transformers fanfiction #long post #hey look its story isnt that weird #theres still a few open on my tab holder i need to get around to rereading and put on here but! thatll be an eventual part 2 ig #if you have any crossovers or isekai esque fics not on here send them my way and i will add them to my to-read list

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redpandaramblings · 2 years

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Conseggquences Part 2 (Kinktober Day 31)

Dragon Bakugou x Reader

CW: Smut, Not SFW, Egg Laying, Adult Situations, Mild Hypnosis/Mind Control, Dub Con due to altered mental state.

Greetings on this very, very, very late kinktober post. It was supposed to be done first in October, then for Easter, but well, now here it is. Some have asked for it, and I hope you enjoy!

It’s been a learning experience, you thought moodily as you rubbed your swollen belly. You’d been trapped in the dragon, Bakugou’s lair for a month now. It’s not like you could leave anyways. Even without how the amulet had altered your body, there was no way you could escape with the heavy clutch of eggs currently residing in your womb. You had wondered if removing the amulet would reverse its effects on you, but you didn’t dare find out until these eggs were out of you. You tried not to think about that too hard. Partly because you didn’t want to guess the number or size of the eggs that resided within you, and partly because you didn’t want the amulet to react.

It had taken a week after your capture for you to begin to figure out the pattern. Every time you felt extreme negative emotions, the amulet warmed, and your thoughts became calm and fuzzy. Unnerved about your new tail and wings? Warmth from the amulet that seemed to invade your brain. Your thoughts had gone from frustration to calm. Being a dragon was natural. It was easy to control your tail and wings. They were a part of you after all, and it felt so good.

Yeah, it had taken longer than you’d like to admit to figure out that the amulet could affect your mindset as well as your body, though unlike the physical changes, the fuzzy feeling of the forced mental calm didn’t last long, thankfully. So it was just a matter of staying relatively relaxed and trying to figure out what to do about your situation.

Honestly, things weren’t that bad. Yes, you had been changed into a dragon. Yes, you apparently were going to be mother to some hatchlings. And yes, for now you were still trapped in this cavern. But you were surrounded by more comforts and opulence than you had ever dreamed of before. Your nest was lined with finer fabrics than you’d find in palaces. You had been concerned that Bakugou would expect you to eat raw rabbits whole, but had been pleasantly surprised when he had served you delicate, deliciously cooked meals. You had asked him where he had gotten it, and he had beamed with pride before sweeping you into his arms and carrying you to the kitchen to show off one of his favorite parts of his hoard. He had put you down in a comfortable chair while he walked around the room, pulling out small containers of exotic spices and explaining which were his favorite. That was another thing you were coming to terms with. This dragon, this Bakugou was… not entirely what you expected. He could change his size at will, but often remained smaller and with more human features. You asked him why and he had answered “Because my mate prefers it.” He had a foul temper. When he was in a mood he would snarl and huff, smoke billowing from his nostrils. Yet, he never took his temper out on you. At most he would snap at you a little that he wasn’t in the mood for your questions. He would huff his way out of the cavern, navigating the maze of passages you hadn’t had the chance to explore yet. But when he would return hours later, he would come and curl himself around you, murmuring an apology. He was arrogant and boastful, but generous. Proud, but clingy. He seemed to always want to touch you. Not just for pleasure, but you would pull you into his lap and simply hold you, eyes closed and his nose in your hair. He seemed… Very lonely. You really didn’t know how to feel about him.

Well, you thought as you watched him approach you with a tray of food to nibble on, you supposed you had some time to figure that out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke from your slumber to discomfort. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it until a second contraction rippled through you. Oh.

“Oh fuck.”

You hadn’t thought you had spoken that last bit aloud until you felt stirring behind you. “Treasure?” Bakugou’s sleep rough voice asked, as he tried to wrap an arm around you. You hissed a breath, batting him away. He sat up more with a grumble, ready to scold you until he got a good look at you. His eyes darted from your pained face, to your awkward position, to your belly and back again. His eyes widened. “Oh.” He whispered, sitting up to rest on his heels. You whimpered at him. “I’m not ready for this.”

“I don’t think the eggs care, Precious.” He murmured as he brushed a stay hair from your face. “It will be alright. I’m right here. Let me and the amulet help.”

You hardly hesitated before nodding.

Bakugou helped you sit while he rearranged the cushions and blankets of the nest. “They’ll get ruined.” You protest weakly.

“They’re just things.” He replied curtly. “They can be replaced. My mate’s comfort is more important.” Your heart fluttered, but the next wave of pain didn’t give you time to dwell on it. Soon, Bakugou was easing you back onto the pillows. You only half paid attention to him gently encouraging to get in whatever position felt right. You started to disrobe and he quickly helped you until you were bare. The contractions were coming faster, but with them was also coming the warm fuzzy brained feeling of the amulet working to calm you. For once you welcomed the feeling. The pain became a background noise to the rest of the sensations you were experiencing. Yes, your thoughts whispered to you. This was good. You finally got to lay the clutch you and your mate had been waiting for. You made a noise that was more moan than groan as another contraction pulsed through you. Bakugou smirked, rubbing your leg in a soothing manner.

“There, Treasure. That’s my good girl. Don’t fight it.”

You nodded, slightly dazed. You absolutely weren’t going to fight this. You weren’t scared anymore. And the pain, while still there, was being overshadowed by how good and right this felt. You keened and held your arms out for your mate. He chuckled softly before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss started heated, a desperate meeting of tongues, teeth bumping until you found a rhythm. Slowly Bakugou gentled the kiss, moving slower, and more tenderly. He eased and nipped at your lip before pulling away. You tried to chase his lips, but he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Let me check how you’re doing, Precious. I need to take care of you.”

You whined, too gone for words, but nodded. He ran a hand down you, tweaking a nipple and causing your whole body to jerk. His hands continued down, down, until he reached your most sensitive area. He stroked the area around your clit and you gasped, hips shuddering. It had never felt so intense. So intense it burned. So good, but also much too much. You wanted to lean into it and hump his hand like a shameless whore, but you wanted to pull away for his touch that was too intense and too much. It was so hot and and tense and painful and so fucking amazing. His large, firm hand on your hip stilled your movements. You stared at him with wide eyes and begged.

“Please! Please, I need…” “Shhhh. It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

He looked at you as he carefully brushed his fingers over your sex.

“You’ll be ready soon, Treasure. And then our eggs will be here, isn’t that wonderful?”

You nodded, panting. It was wonderful. Your fuzzy mind couldn’t think of anything more wonderful at the moment. He smiled down at you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before turning back to the task at hand.

His fingers stroked your puffy lips, each touch almost burning with intensity. “Gonna make this good for you, Precious,” he murmured as he ran a single finger over your clit. You gasped, jolting. He stroked again with a smirk as you whimpered. “Have a few more minutes, so let’s get you nice and relaxed.” You moaned as he got to work, gently rubbing your opening while tweaking your nipples. It was too much and not enough. All you could do was moan and croon at your mate, such a good mate, taking such good care of you. Your mind felt warm and fuzzy and you were happy to give into the feelings and emotions. You raised your hips to rub more firmly against Bakugou’s hand, and he let you, increasing his own pace and pressure until you were shaking and panting. He kept his pace steady. Your hand shot out to grab his free hand, and he intertwined your fingers. “That’s it, Precious. Let go.” And so you did, with a gasp and a shudder. Bakugou’s touch stayed steady through your orgasm, his fingers not leaving you until you collapsed back into the nest, panting. He brushed his mouth to yours before he pulled back and maneuvered you into spreading your legs.

He touched gently and you sucked in a breath with a hiss. The pain was more intense now, mixing with the pleasurable feelings equally. Bakugou kissed your knee. “It’s time for our eggs. You need to start pushing, Treasure. You can do it.”

You weren’t half as confident as he seemed to be, but the tightening of your abdomen rather clearly indicated that you weren’t going to get much choice in the matter. You groaned as you felt the eggs shift inside you. It was so strange, but at the same time felt right. Your belly squeezed, and as it did you pushed. You gasped and moaned, half in pain, half in pleasure. You had never been stretched like this before, and you had only just begun. Your hands gripped the blankets underneath you, as you pushed again with a whine. The fuzziness in your brain helped cut the pain, but it did nothing to ease the pure intensity. Your nerves were singing. All it would take is just one touch…

And Bakugou was more than happy to provide that touch. He thumbed over your clit and you saw stars. You screamed as you came, the tightening of your muscles pushing the egg down further. There was no relief, the curve of the egg nudging against your g spot. You moaned as you tried to gather more energy to push again. Your mate wasn’t helping matters, as his hands roamed your body. The touch was meant to comfort, and it did, but it was also arousing you more by the second. You squirmed, not sure if you wanted to lean into the sensation or pull away. You couldn’t focus enough to make up your mind as you were once again consumed with the need to push. And so push again you did, the egg sliding further down.

“I can see it, Treasure. Just a few more pushes and it will be out. You’re doing so well for me. Such a good mate.” Bakugou crooned, stroking over your opening where the egg was just starting to peek out. You whined, blood rushing to your cheeks as you nodded weakly. Your breath was coming in ragged gasps as you tried to collect yourself for the last few pushes. Your next push rang another orgasm out of you as the largest part of the egg slid past your g spot. Your opening was stretched tighter than it ever had been. Bakugou crooned encouragement. And then with one more push, there it was. In a daze you marveled at the egg your mate cradled in his hands. Orange and gold, larger than you had anticipated. Bakugou gently tucked it into the other side of the nest.

“You did so well, Precious. Look at what you made.”

“What we made.” You murmured back. You were rewarded by seeing a flush creep up your mate’s neck until his ears were bright red. He nodded, keeping his eyes on the egg a few minutes more before turning back towards you. “We’re not done yet, Treasure. Need to get the rest of that clutch out of you.”

You groaned, staring down at your still large belly, feeling as eggs continued to shift inside you, making their way down. It was going to be a long night. But as you gazed at your mate, you didn’t think it was just the amulet that was making you feel like everything would be alright.

The second egg came quicker than the first, and the third quicker than the second. You were grateful, because even though the last few were easier, you still were exhausted and covered with sweat by the end. Though some of that might have also been the orgasms that had continuously been rung from your overstimulated body. The warm fuzzy feeling of the amulet was starting to fade, and you were rapidly becoming aware of just how tired and sore you were. You turned your head to watch as Bakugou gathered and tended to the eggs. There were five total, all similar, with just enough variation in color to tell them apart. He had moved them to a new area, building up a nest with sand. You could tell he was telling you why, but you were too tired to pay attention to the words he was saying. Instead you let the drone of his low voice lull you to sleep.

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The following days had been… strange. Or maybe strange in how they weren’t strange. Bakugou had cared for you and the eggs while you healed, which had only taken a few days. He spent much more time in his full dragon form, curled protectively around you and the nest of eggs. He hardly let you get up, so you spent a lot of time talking. He explained what he knew about what the eggs needed. The warmth of a dragon’s body, the occasional flames of the fire, gentle turning, and so much more. You asked how he knew so much, and he told you about how things used to be. How the area used to be home to a large flight of dragons that had protected the land and its inhabitants. He talked about his mother, who was larger and fiercer than himself, his father who was calmer but could grumble like the thunder in the sky when he chose. He told stories about the trouble he and his friends used to get into, and how the older dragons used to chew them out. For the most part, you simply listened, but eventually one question had to be asked.

“Then… What happened?” You asked quietly. “Why were you here alone?”

Bakugou was silent for a time. Just when you thought he wasn’t going to answer, he spoke again.

“There were some dragons who were… destructive. We didn’t take the treat seriously until it was too late. The humans had been turned against dragonkind. Though they were smaller, they were clever. They came after us with weapons and magic in great force. They weren’t interested in anything we tried to tell them. For a while we tried to hold our ground, to keep our land. It didn’t work. I was injured badly in the fights and fled into the caverns to recover. By the time I was healed, everyone was gone. Humans, dragons, everyone. Nothing left but scorched earth. I chose to wait here, to see if anyone would return, but no one ever has. Now, there’s only me.”

Your heart ached for him and the weary loneliness in his voice. You curled up against him and for the first time while clear headed, pressed a few soft kisses to the parts of him you could reach. He gave a surprised huff before nuzzling you with his large head. The two of you were quiet the rest of the evening, just taking comfort in each other’s presence.

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You had a problem.

You had found the way out.

You hadn’t even been looking for it. Not really. You had been walking the caverns while Bakugou had slept, curled around your eggs. There wasn’t much else to do. You had read his small collection of books, and you knew better than to set foot in his kitchen without him. So, you had crept out to explore a bit. You had wandered aimlessly, mentally keeping track of your turns. A smell you couldn’t quite place had wafted through the air, and you had followed the scent, not really thinking. You weren’t expecting to round a corner and suddenly be greeted with sunshine, rustling grass, tall trees, and delicate wildflowers.

You were out. For the first time in months, you were out. A laugh escaped you before you clamped a hand over your mouth to prevent making more noise. You were out! And the dragon who had kept you here was still slumbering, unaware that you were out. You looked around wildly. The area wasn’t anything you had seen before. But that didn’t matter much. If you could just figure out what direction was what, you could… You could…

Your thoughts stalled and you reached up to fiddle with the comfortable weight of the amulet around your neck. For the first time, you reached up and slipped the leather strap over your head. It dangled from your fingers heavily. You wanted to be absolutely certain that your next few thoughts were your own.

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Bakugou awoke slowly, with a small inkling that something wasn’t right. He blinked slowly, looking around before he began stretching. He didn’t want to injure his mate or their eggs, after all. His mate was not in their nest, which wasn’t unusual. He nosed the eggs, rumbling out a low pleased sound. His eggs. If his friends could only see him now…

He blew out a low stream of fire, making sure each egg was nice and toasty warm before he stretched and shifted into his smaller and more human form. He glanced around the cavern, frowning when he could not immediately spot his mate. He had grown used to finding her reading. He made a mental note to see if he could sneak into the city and procure more books for her. His mate deserved spoiling after all. And right now, he was going to spoil her with some food. If he could figure out where she had gotten to, that is.

Bakugou poked his head into the kitchen, nothing. He checked the bathing chambers, without success. His brow furrowed as he went and poked around the silks and furs or the hoard, checking to see if she had curled up somewhere. “Treasure?” he called quietly at first. He raised his volume as his search continued to be fruitless, his panic rising. “Y/N? ANSWER ME!” He was met only with his own echo.

Surely she couldn’t have… Not after all this time. He thought they were… He thought…

With a roar, he surged out of the cavern, growing as he raced forward. He guts twisted as his thoughts swirled. Not again. He couldn’t be alone again. Please, he… Bakugou violently shoved those thoughts down, trying his best to only focus on his rage. He was going to find her. He was going to drag her back and chain her to the fucking wall if he had to. She is HIS and she would damn well learn that!

Bakugou burst out into the sunlight, growling as he took ragged breaths. He needed to catch her scent, to find the little fool before some humans did. He swung his enormous head from side to side and suddenly stilled.

There you were. You were sprawled out, asleep on a rock. You were laying on your stomach, your wings stretched out, soaking up the sun. The amulet lay on the rock beside you. Bakugou cautiously moved closer.

The tremors of the ground caused you to stir, and you fluttered your wings before you stretched, sitting up with a yawn. You blinked up at the massive dragon towering over you and smiled softly.

“Hello, Love. I’m sorry I worried you, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

You reached out your arms to him, making grabbing motions. Bakugou didn’t hesitate a second before shrinking and changing just enough so that he could swing you into his arms, holding you tightly enough that it was just on the edge of being painful. You hugged him in return, nuzzling his neck and pressing kisses there. The two of you would need to have a long conversation later, curled against each other. But for now, it was time for your mate to take you home.

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nar-nia · 1 year

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the easter egg hunt

warnings: none

plot: an interactive easter egg hunt with enhypen. riki has stolen some beloved possessions and now it's on you to figure out where they could be. try not to make the wrong decision, and who knows. maybe there's even some romance waiting for you - if you want.

„Riki!“ Jakes loud voice was heard through the whole dorm, making you jolt up from your place on the couch where you had spent the last few hours peacefully napping. “I swear, if I find you…”

“What is happening?” you yawned, but instead of an answer you were just met with clueless faces.

“Riki!” Jake stormed past you, your hand quickly grabbing his wrist to make him stop for a second.

“What is going on?”

Jake just grunted, trying to get free of your grip but you didn’t let go.

“If you tell us we’ll help you find him.”

That finally seemed to calm him down, taking a deep breath before he looked at you. “That little- He grabbed my new Lego set and ran away with it, giggling something about an easter hunt.”

“The one you bought yesterday?” Jay chimed in.

“Yeah. It was freaking expensive!”

“Uhm…” Your eyes wandered towards Heeseung whose eyes seemed to light up in realization. “I’ve been missing my notebook since this morning. The one with all my song texts…”

“Now that you’re mentioning it… my skates are missing too.” Sunghoon had furrowed his brows.

“Maybe you should all check if anything’s missing,” you mumbled, but the boys had already hurried towards their rooms to check.

“Maybe you should check too.” Sunghoon looked at you, nodding towards the bag next to the couch. “I wouldn’t put it past him to take something out of your bag too.”

“Oh I don’t have anything important in -“ Oh. Oh no.

“Are you sure?”

“I will kill him.” You rummaged through your bag, but your fears came true. Riki had managed to find the only thing in there that no one was supposed to see. Especially not him. A love letter.

While you were still searching, hoping that it might have just fallen between some clothes or to the bottom of the bag, the rest of the group arrived back. Every one of the six boys had something missing, something dear to them. And none of them were happy about that.

“Ah! I see you have already come together. Perfect, let me not waste any time then.”

You hadn’t even noticed Riki entering the room, but you reacted just in time to stop Jake from running towards him.

“Where did you put our stuff,” Jake asked through gritted teeth. He could be very protective of his Lego sets, and all of you knew it, so you were surprised Riki dared to take it away. And that he even managed to do so, but then again he had also found a tiny letter in your bag.

“Patience please. Just listen to what I have to say.” Riki’s grin seemed to only rile Jake up more, you needed all your strength now to hold him back. You just hoped Riki would hurry with this explanation.

“Welcome to our big easter egg hunt! Except there won’t be any eggs this time. I had to make sure you were all invested in this hunt.”

“You little- “

“No insults please or I might just keep your Lego set.” Riki raised an eyebrow, eyes scanning everyone in the room. “Good luck to all and enjoy. I declare that the big hunt has started!”

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“I will kill the kid,” Jake mumbled, pacing around the room. It was five minutes since this big ‘hunt’ had started and Riki disappeared, and to be honest you were all pretty clueless.

“Maybe we should make a plan?”

“To kill Riki?” Sunoo sounded shocked but at the same time not that opposed.

“No!” You stared at him. “To get our things back. Does anyone know since when they are missing?”

The boys shook their head, but Jake nodded. “Hee mentioned his notebook disappearing this morning. And Riki stole my Lego set maybe 30 minutes ago?”

“He’s gone, so they could be hidden anywhere by now,” Sunoo pouted, throwing himself on the couch next to you. “I thought he loved us.”

“He does” you intervened. “So he can’t have hidden them somewhere far away or where he couldn’t be sure someone else might find it.”

“I’d say we start searching in the house,” Jay suggested. “That seems to be the safest spot. Y/n is right, he wouldn’t want to risk anything.”

“I don’t know.” Jake shook his head. “I don’t trust him. There’s a park nearby where you can hide things pretty well, I bet he put our stuff there.”

“What do you say, y/n?”

Six pair of eyes looked expectantly to you.

Want to search the house? Klick here.

You think Jake is right. Klick here.

permanent taglist: @maeum-your @sunoona @hoonsmarsbar @soobin-chois @sjyuniverse @taekbokki

#enhypen #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen interactive #enhypen au #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #sunghoon x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader

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butlersxbirdy · 2 years

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Hey! Can you do an Austin imagine where he comforts the reader after she has a nightmare where she loses him?

Here it is! I decided to do it as a part of the Canon for my series You Light My Morning Sky, because it gave me Derek and Meredith vibes, and I wanted it to have a moodboard. Whoever finds the MerDer Easter eggs in the board gets a cookie!

You Light My Morning Sky

Interlude 2: Dark and Stormy Nights

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, nightmares, mentions of death, use of Daddy/Princess outside of sex

You and Austin had been married for about a year now, and everything is perfect. He was every bit as doting as you'd known him to be and more since you became man and wife.

On your anniversary, you decide to surprise him with a nice dinner. You got all dressed up after prepping and getting everything in the oven, and you decided to light some candles everywhere to really set the mood for romance. You were secretly hoping Austin would come home and successfully put a baby in your belly, but you didn't dare hope you'd nail it on the first try.

After watching the clock, and beginning to get worried, you called his phone. He didn't answer.

You tried not to panic, but a knock at the door sends chills down your spine.

When you answer, a police officer is standing there.

"Are you y/n Butler?" He asks and you nod. Your whole body is shaking, and numb.

"Yes, I am, is everything okay?" You ask, barely above a whisper.

"Come with us please."

The ride to the hospital is agonizing. You feel sick to your stomach, and all you want is to see Austin. When you arrive, they lead you down a hallway to a small private room.

The machines beeping and the fluorescent lights make it seem as though someone is in the bed, but there is no life in the body in front of you. Austin isn't there anymore. You can feel it; the love he felt for you, the fire in those eyes, the strength of spirit that warmed any room he occupied, is gone. Before they can ask you to positively identify him, you scream, collapsing to the floor in anguish. You couldn’t go on without Austin.

You awoke with a cry, to an empty bed. The nightmare felt so real, and his side of the bed is empty. Your body shakes with sobs and you can't shake the queasy feeling still churning your stomach, and you scream out for help, for him to come back.

"DADDY!" you sob. Instantly, he runs in from the living room and scoops you up into his arms.

"Baby, baby, hey... hey, I'm here, what's wrong?" He coos. You cling to him, putting your hands everywhere you can reach, making sure he's real.

"Daddy, you were dead... they had you on all these machines but you were gone," you sob and he nuzzles you.

"That's never gonna happen, baby. I'm not leaving you, we have so much more to do together," he assures you. He pulls away a little to look at you but you cling tighter.

"Oh... baby, you're really shook up, huh?" He coos and you nod.

"Y...yeah, Austin, of course I am," You sniff. "I love you, so much, and I can't... I can't..." you sob, and he wraps you up in his arms, trying not to cry but his eyes are damp. His love for you is overwhelming, and the thought of leaving you, the thought of you having to live without him, marry someone else, have children with someone else, was painful. When he does pull away a little to look at you, you nuzzle his cheek and feel his tears.

"Why are y..you crying, D...Daddy?" You hiccup and he runs his hands through your hair. Your hands come up to cup his face tenderly, and he kisses the inside of your wrist.

"Picturing leaving you. I love you too much," he hums.

"Then why did I wake up alone?" You pout as he lays you down, cuddling up to you and turning off the lights.

"I was writing my vows, Princess," he whispers, kissing your skin everywhere he can. "But that can wait, let's go to sleep, hold on to Daddy, okay?" He soothes you and you cuddle in extra close, pushing your hands up his shirt and tangling your legs together.

"My Daddy," you sigh and he smiles, kissing your face as you drift off to sleep.

"My princess," he hums, and soon is asleep too, dreaming of the day he gets to call you Mrs. Butler.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #you light my morning sky #austin butler fic #fic requests #austin butler x reader

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Good Omens S2 - Episode 2, Liveblog

I really really liked this episode!

I was really curious how they were going to handle the Job story, because it's a really difficult one, but having seen it, I feel like it's the perfect choice to have Aziraphale and Crowley work together for the first time. Both of them are struggling with their assignments and it's a particularly good one for Aziraphale's character development since he really has to grapple with the cruelty of Heaven in a more direct way than the Flood.

"We're not killing anyone, we're just not stopping Hell." Perfect summation of Heaven's viewpoint, and Aziraphale cannot accept it, but he is also still too focused on being a Good Angel to defy them-- at least, on his own.

That said the opening scene with Aziraphale going all avenging angel-- "AVAUNT, FOUL DEMON-- oh hey it's you!" is hilarious and perfect.

***

I love that Aziraphale is horrified by the idea of alphabetical order and then when he learns it's by the first letter of the first sentence is like "... no that's perfect, carry on."

Nice easter egg slipping the title page of Good Omens in there! I was really anxious he'd pick up the Bible and recover his memories.

The scene with the Archangels visiting the shop was SO stressful! But I guess the miracle worked, even the Archangels couldn't find Gabriel when he was standing in front of them.

The fly buzzing around the shop is very interesting. It doesn't appear to be Beelzebub's. But then who? Satan himself?

'25 lazari" - well we have a unit for measuring miracles now. Interesting.

***

Okay the conversation in the pub is hilarious. First, Aziraphale being bothered by the random Business Association guy, it's an interesting note on how he's sort of social and antisocial at the same time. Attends events, absolutely doesn't want people bothering him about stuff.

CROWLEY KNEW JANE AUSTEN AS A SPY AND SMUGGLER BUT DIDN"T KNOW SHE WROTE BOOKS, FANTASTIC. He knows where everything in the bookshop goes but somehow missed out on seeing the Austen books for 200 years. Amazing, I love it, please give me all the fic about Crowley doing spy shit with Austen.

I love how much we're seeing Crowleys' eyes this season. But you can also see how wary and reserved he is. He's agreed to help solve the problem but he's not happy about it.

***

Everything about the Job story defines the two "poles" that Crowley and Aziraphale are at.

"God wouldn't! [kill the children]"

"Are you sure?"

"They're innocent!"

"So were the goats."

Aziraphale so desperately wants to believe in the ideal, that God wouldn't let these terrible things happen to Job for no reason, and Crowley knows exactly how capricious and cruel God/Heaven can be. It's fitting that they say they haven't met since the Flood since this feels like an escalation of that earlier conversation.

"The angel you knew is not me." - it was very deliberate that we didn't get his name in the Beginning, that angel is gone.

Oh, the GECKOS! I love the little girl being like "can I be a gecko too?" I would probably ask the same.

Crowley tempts Aziraphale into consuming gross matter! He's so good at his job, honestly. "Oh, you're an angel, I don't think you can be tempted. >:)" Too easy, honestly.

Love the discussion of their sides! Crowley is on "my side" even now. "Just a demon who goes along with Hell as far as I can." Aziraphale is on God's side -- "the same God that wants me to kill the kids?" Crowley is always pushing, always forcing Aziraphale to confront what Heaven really is.

His comment about "just to be able to ask the questions" of God, though. You can see his jealousy, even though God is mostly yelling at Job / basically being like "how dare you question me." >:(

And then it all comes together with peak Good Omens shenanigans. "shoemaking and obstetrics," LOL.

And Aziraphale LIES TO GABRIEL! Good job!

***

I've heard a lot of vagueblogging frustration about the ending, but I feel like we get a hint of what it (might) be here-- Aziraphale is remembering, and he looks at Gabriel and says "You were awful." And Gabriel says "Am I awful now?" Aziraphale replies "I hope not."

I feel like that's the core thing that's going to cause Aziraphale to do... whatever thing fandom is upset about. He has tried so SO hard for 6000 years to get Heaven to listen to him, and hoped that they could be better. I think if he gets a chance to try to change them... he'll take it.

***

The scene with Aziraphale asking to drive the Bentley is weird. Someone suggested he's trying to blend their lives together, or be more independent, but the vibes are bad. It feels like he's pushing Crowley's boundaries. The Bentley and the Shop are his only safe spaces, and Hell keeps popping into the Bentley. It feels weird for Aziraphale to also kind of take it away from him, although I don't think Aziraphale intends or understands this.

***

The final scene from Job is just heartbreaking. Aziraphale sure that he's a demon now. (Aziraphale, I think you would notice Falling.) Crowley says he won't take him because "I don't think you'd like it." Admitting that he's lonely! MY HEART.

#good omens #good omens S2 #good omens spoilers #gos2 spoilers #episode reaction

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ben-the-hyena · 1 year

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Hey!

Are you watching the Cuphead Show? The 3rd season came out today (and its apparently the final one)

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Yes I knew, I did watch it early today

And my opinion is... eh

It was better than S1B which I disliked, it sure was less mean spirited, I loved its dark humor and how it briefly alluded to game Easter eggs and Heaven, we saw the Devil more and it did have feels and made me laugh a lot at some points, but it still was a mess. Cuphead learned nothing since he went back to being selfish and self centered towards Mugman after he saved him (gambling HIS soul and wanting to have his role and ruin his chances to have it ? Yeah that's it show!Cuphead is an unlikable little shit) and towards King Dice whom I remind he was supposed to admire, the ending was anticlimactic, if it's truly the last season it felt like a scam since we didn't see lots of characters from the game in action and it DARES to pretend to link itself to the game in the end with the casino (you're going to make me believe these 2 take care in the same universe !?! Hahahha- no.) despite all the plot holes (sooo if it takes place right before the game WHY WOULD THE CUPBROS ALREADY KNOW CHALICE SINCE THEY MEET HER IN THE GAME HOW IS ELDER KETTLE SO CHILL ABOUT THE DEVIL HOW ARE PERSONALITIES DIFFERENT AND HOW WOULD SALLY STAGEPLAY NOT FEAR THE DEVIL WHEN SEEING HIM IF HER SOUL IS ALREADY HIS ?), King Dice's status felt like a retcon of his previous one (in the streets right after we saw he resides in Hell ? Uh !? And Devil and Dice act like thet had not seen each other since the show !?! UH !?!) and the crew basically kept ship baiting promising more of DevilDice when really nothing happened if not that retcon, the stageplay episode was horrendous and the Santa Claus one was boring for the most part, they completely wasted the potential of Elder Kettle ever finding out about this (THE ONLY TIME HE INTERACTS WITH THE DEVIL IS IN A FILLER EPISODE AS FUNNY AS IT WAS HOLY SHIT WHY) and the threat about Baroness went nowhere, and holy shit did they downgrade the Devil he is fucking Satan and you're gonna let him want a gift from Santa Claus and need his trident for powers and just accept his defeat in the end !?!?! This is castration !

Basically, I'm disappointed yet not surprised, but I am not angry either because I did have good laughs. But really I won't miss it if it's truly the end

#moi #episode #season #tv show #spoilers #Cuphead #anon #submission

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dalchiid · 1 year

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I woke up in the middle of the night, couldn’t sleep, discovered chapter 17 of Covetous in one of my saved tags, started reading it, finished the chapter, couldn’t get enough, started reading chapter 16, finished that too, and instantly knew I had to read everything from the beginning. Can I just say the way you write is absolutely brilliant. Even though I read chapters 17 and 16 first, I still failed to noticed how Hoseok had y/n completely wrapped around his pretty little fingers the moment he laid eyes on her (until of course it was too late and she had already fallen into his trap). And how he completely fooled the Baek’s (even bringing his brothers into the plan) to get y/n exactly where he wanted her. I’m so amazed that after reading all 17 chapters I went back to re-read all the interactions between Hoseok and y/n to see if I missed anything. The details you incorporated of his facial expressions, and even his actions when he wasn’t the main focus of the scene. Although it’s more obvious once you realize Hoseok’s plan was a success, it’s fascinating to see how completely subtle yet precise he was with executing his plan. Truly a sheep in wolf’s clothing who constantly waited for the perfect moment to pounce on his prey time and time again. Right from chapter 1 your allusion and foreshadowing to Hoseok’s plan is impeccable. For example, when I found out about the saliva, Seokjin’s statement about Hoseok being “good at changing the minds of others” was delightful to recall, it felt like finding a little Easter egg. And there’s so many “aha” moments like that sprinkled throughout the story. I want to kiss your brain so bad.

I’m curious to know where y/n’s new motivations will stem from now, besides escaping of course. The biggest catalyst for her past actions was “fear of Hyun-woo finding out”. Well now that he’s out of the picture I guess she’ll be moving with a “fear of Hoseok finding out”. I’m also curious to know more about Hoseok’s relationships with his brothers and how that will affect his relationship with y/n. Seokjin and Jungkook are obviously well aware of who she belongs to (seeing as they were in on the whole plan) and don’t seem to have the same saliva + mind control powers. However, what of the others? Especially troublemaker Jimin hahah. Though I doubt Hoseok feels threatened towards him the way he did with Hyun-woo. I also don’t think any of his brothers would dare try to steal what’s his (seeing as they all respect one another enough to never keep secrets) but it’s fun to think about the possible implications of them exacerbating Hoseok’s possessiveness and obsession of y/n even more.

I love this story so much and I am very much looking forward to chapter 18’s release. Thank you for writing such a masterpiece! Take care and I hope you’re having an amazing day when you read this <3

Oh my god you're so sweet 🥺 Everything you typed out means a lot to me as a writer and I really appreciate it.

As for the brothers, without giving up too much information, each one has something about them that we're not going to like. Jungkook with his disinterest with helping someone in need of help and ultimately enabling Hoseok to do as he pleases along with Seokjin. Yoongi was confused but ultimately didn't care and just went along with whatever Hoseok said. The only one that has shown a lick of something negative is Taehyung when he goes from excited to meeting Y/N to something else when Jimin mentions she's Hoseok's "girlfriend." His story will flesh out more in future chapters as well as the rest of the group. As for Jimin he's done a lot of things he shouldn't have done and it's why he's considered the troublemaker. He's still doing said things and Y/N will find out the truth about him at some point. I've planted two important bits of information about him throughout the story but it'll make sense soon enough. And everyone will learn more about the guys over time. In the quest for freedom Y/N is going to find out about a lot things she would rather have not known about.

Again though thank you so much 💜💜 I hope you have an amazing day too!

#covetous #ask

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crazybagelbitch · 2 years

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Halstead brothers, “did you run out of carrots ?”

(Have fun with this one Easter bunny <33)

you are determined to ruin will halstead for me, i swear.

"Did you run out of carrots?"

"Jay, the nickname 'Easter Bunny' stopped being cute when you passed the age of four," he says with an eye roll, "how did you even--"

"Your hair is the color of carrots," Jay giggles, happy to still be able to annoy his younger brother with this after literal decades have passed, "and I was a toddler and it was Easter, so I decided you must be the Easter Bunny."

"Cute, but can we let that nickname go?"

"Nope," Jay grins, "it'll last as long as I do."

"So, not that long given how many times per year you visit us at Chicago Med. You've gotta be on what, your eighth out of nine lives?"

"I've got way more than nine at this point, bro," Jay scoffs, his turn to roll his eyes, "besides, you're eating food from my fridge without permission and it's Easter Sunday so what, did you run out of carrots?"

"No," Will says flatly, "and like you'll ever finish your leftover takeout anyway. You don't even like tofu, Jay."

"I was trying to broaden my horizons, Will!" he shouts, taking mock offense, "and I guess I don't mind sharing food with you on your special day."

"I could kill you, and I know you think only cops know how to make it look like an accident, but doctors know how, too."

"That's threatening an officer's life."

"No, it's threatening my annoying ass little brother's life as a joke. I don't think that's actually illegal."

"Well, it is. But I'll let you off easy... considering..."

"Don't you fucking dare."

"I can't arrest you, you have to finish leaving out eggs for the children to find!"

"I hate you. I actually hate you."

#halstead brothers #lmao anj i hate you for this head canon #because it's so funny it's all i can think about when writing will #and i'm in the middle of a serious will multichapter fic #so frick you #(affectionate)

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Parents and their strange obsession with beating their kids

I know, weird title right? But this is a bizarre problem I keep running into now that the village is back open again and it seems to be becoming more and more frequent as the season goes on.

To give a prime example of what I am talking about, Easter was not too long ago and because it was not too long ago we had a few holiday themed events going on. I was in charge of running an Easter egg roll (it's a race type thing with eggs) and since this is integral to the story: we used wooden rods to mark the length of the egg racing track. These rods were probably about the length of a yard stick (maybe a little shorter) and these rods break very easily if any force is applied to them (like hitting something/someone with them). I happened to have been holding one of these rods in my hand and was using it as a pointer to help direct guests where to go for the race. I was not being threatening with said rod and I was more or less twirling it in my hand like a baton when I was not actively pointing at things with it. Roughly about half way through this little event a woman walked up to me with her family (her, her husband, what looked to be a grandmother, and a few kids half of which looked under the age of 6). Before I had a chance to really say anything this woman bends down to address the youngest 2 children and points at me saying the following:

"Look its the school master, they are going to beat you with that stick"

This woman said nothing to me before this interaction. If she did she might have known that I was not the school master and I was not even remotely dressed in a way that you could have confused me for one. But that is not what bothered me the most, it was the kids facial expression. I am not sure what type of homelife these kids had but I could tell that their mother saying I was going to beat them definitely flipped a switch in these kids. They did not cry or cower but they just did not have the same bright happy expressions on their faces as they did before. And I could tell immediately that regardless of what I did/said they were probably not going to listen to a word I said because of what their parent told them just a few seconds before. And I could tell just by looking at the mother that this was probably not the first time she had said/done something like this. These kids did not participate in the egg roll and they went on their merry (or not so merry) way fairly quickly after this interaction happened. And this is just one example out of many of this behavior.

Now to fully explain why I hate this type of behavior let me make a few things clear: a fairly large chunk of my job is contingent on the receptiveness of the guests. So if somebody does not want to be there or does not find what I am saying worth their time every point I make is moot. Not everybody in the museum is going to be as enthusiastic about history as I am but when people are not receptive to my interpretation I can't really do my job. And when it comes to kids it's important to make learning fun and not intimidating. That is kind of why living history museums exist, we make history accessible and dare I say fun. But when you do things like this you not only make history not fun, you slap a negative association with it and the person teaching it. This results in your kid learning virtually nothing while at the museum, but also might result in their shutting out other forms of information because of those negative associations. It does not matter if its a joke or not. Because even if I were to have put away that stick I was holding that would have not fixed the situation. Because at the end of the day all that kid can think about is being hit by that stick.

I am not particularly sure why parents seem to be obsessed with corporal punishment especally in relation to museams... but it NEEDS to stop. Not only does it make me fairly uncomfortable because nobody likes getting requests from parents to beat their kids or hearing how much they supposedly love beating children, but it also makes my job harder since 'jokes' like these shut down kids. It does not make them want to learn.

#Living History #living history museum #history museum #museum #museam #museum work #historical reenactment #history #historian #historians #historical interpretation #historical interpreter #rant #bad parents #bad parenting

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infuriatedleprechaun · 2 years

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OSTRACIZED

Chapter 11: Seduction

Chapters 1-10

HI GUYS! New chapter here! This one was fun to write, it’s more filler right before stuff pops off! but there’s a little Easter egg in this, a meme reference, and it was fun to reread and edit. Hope you guys enjoy!

RECAP:

- "I'm so happy I found you. I was so worried. Mom and dad put posters everywhere-" "They.... They did? They're the ones that told me to leave" I frowned with confusion.

- "Yes, a sister company of TCRI I am doing more research into" he nodded, licking his lips as his eyes were glued to his 3 monitors. The light and parts of the screen reflecting off of his thick glasses as he ran his fingers over the keyboard rapidly.

"What's it called?" I asked.

"Silver" my shoulders slumped, my eyes grew wide.

- "We have a hit on the guy. April is coming over real quick to make a plan. She knows where we can find him" both our eyes widened at that. That would be an insane break through.

warning: unwelcomed grabby hands at some point, I thinks that’s it. Idk, lemme know guys

Seduction

I settled for putting my sweats on over my pajamas, along with my very baggy and oversized sweatshirt (Raph might fit an arm into this thing, it was that baggy) and headed to the living room where April was waiting.

I sat on the couch, expecting one of my brothers to squish into me, (Mikey lived for it, I found it hilarious.) But when Raph walked in front of me, smoothly picked me up, sat where I was, I was confused at first, until he set me down on his lap.

He looked around as if daring someone to say anything about it. I was simultaneously a pile of goo and embarrassed. Not about him, but I was just not used to all of this, like really not used to this. My heart was melting though, Raph was fantastic.

April came in, saw me in his lap, his chin resting on my head. His whole body hunched over mine. Her eyebrows shot up but she had a knowing smile on her face.

No, not a knowing smile. I knew that smile, she was plotting. I don't know what, but she was, I looked at her unsure, and she winked at me.

"Hey! You April?" That was Ana as she came through the door.

"Naw. That ain't her. It's a different human female that comes down here" Ana didn't seemed fazed by how Raph and I were at least, she was insanely good at reading people, she knew before we did, how close we were probably. Simply because she knows me so well.

"I mean. There's chief Vincent too" Don said in Ana's defense

"You know Raph? You talk real big for someone who gives tactical croc vibes" any and all body movement around me stopped. I swear I heard dial up noises from Raph brain, trying to process what the actual hell Ana said.

"I-what does that mean?"

"Proving my point" Mikey started to laugh really hard at Raph's expression, giving the woman a high five.

"Its called a real life shit post" Ana explained to her new best friend.

"I freaking love it" Mike sat down, squishing up against Raph.

"Nice to meet you" Ana finished, April was snickering at her.

"Nice to meet you too I think we'll get along just fine" The black haired woman had a sparkle to her blue eyes

"Cool. April likes my girl friend" Mikey yanked the woman he supposedly claimed, down to sit next to him and pulled her into a hug, squishing her face to his obnoxiously but it was super cute at the same time.

She didn't even have time to respond, and now she was too busy laughing. Clearly she though it was adorable too.

"Wow. That was quick"

"A lot better than the last one" Leo muttered as he came in.

"Last one?" Ana honed in on that. I was giving Leo a look of warning, my sister was probably armed with something. Even if it wasn't a gun. Though I would be surprised if it wasn't a firearm.

"Mikey found a she devil and decided to date her" Raph said quickly before I could stop him.

"What. Was she a bitch to you?" Ana turned to the now unusually quiet turtle, saw his face, how hurt and scared he was. Quickly put two and two together.

"Where's this bitch? I just wanna talk to her" sure enough, she pulls a hurking, hunting bowie knife out, it was a familiar snow cammo one.

"Is that mine?" I said accusingly

"What?" That was Raph. I immediately buttoned my lip.

"Where did you even pull that from" Leo blinked.

"Don't worry about it. There's more where that came from though" a smile found its way to Mikey's face at her shenanigans.

"If I just shook you, would more come out?" Leo raised a brow as Ana stood up, and began to back up.

"Don't you DARE big blue" Ana was kind of fast, meanwhile Leo was VERY fast, she yelped, dropping the knife, lord knows Leo wasn't scared of blades.

Then she started to laugh when Leo turned her upside down, holding onto her by her ankle so easily, and began to gently shake her like a dirty rug.

Mike was laughing hysterically now. I grinned at him, realizing what Leo was doing. He wanted his brother to laugh, to feel better, the sweetie pie.

"Wait wait wait. Leo. Stop. Mike, get a camera, I have an idea" Leo perked his head at her, his muscles in his arm and shoulder flexed when he lifted her high enough so they were damn near face to face.

"What is your idea?" He challenged as Mikey got his phone out.

"Sis. What's the exercise with the dumb bell, behind the back, you literally called them "behind the backs"" I looked up at the ceiling in thought.

"Oh. The one that works triceps. Dumb bell extensions?"

"Yes! Leo. Do you know what those are? And hurry up because the blood is rushing to my head" he nodded, looking amused, Raph wasn't the only one that liked weight lifting, they were both ripped and shredded for a reason.

"Alright. Bear with me here, do that to me" Mikey immediately covered his mouth, knowing exactly where she was going with this. Perfect pose now, Leo was holding her like a fish. Mike took a picture, and he was laughing so hard the entire time, if the picture came out right it would be a miracle.

"Alright. Leo. Put me behind your back, and do a dumbbell extension"

"Where you going with this?" Leo demanded.

"I'm trying to reenact a meme!" She explained. The leader in blue rolled his eyes.

"You and your memes" he did what she asked though, swung her behind him, careful to make sure she didn't get banged up on his shell, then put the other hand on her ankle.

"Do a silly face Leo. Mike get the picture" the poor turtle in orange was laughing so hard he couldn't even hold his phone up at this point.

April bit her lip in amusement, snatched his phone, and then took the pic for him.

Mikey's face was buried in the couch, his body shuffling with his laughter. It got contagious, everyone else started snickering. Leo carefully set Anastasia down, she tucked her head in so she would harmlessly land on her back, and she was also laughing hysterically as she picked her knife back up and sheathed it.

"Grade A performance Chris Hemsworth" she said through her laugh, wiping tears away. She couldn't even get up because she was doubled over and light headed from dangling.

"April! April! Lets see the picture. You saint. Good save!" Ana carefully got up. Going to Mikey and April who was eagerly scrolling through the pictures. All three saw the picture and started laughing all over again.

"You are such dumb asses" Raph shook his head, but he wasn't able to hide his own amusement.

"Mark me down for love struck dumb ass, bruh" Mikey beamed

"As love struck as she's packing" Mikey. Like everyone else was finally reducing his laughter down to giggles.

"Not packing as much as you, cutie" Ana smiled innocently

"I don't have my chucks on me" I'm no social genius, maybe I just knew my sister too well? But I knew where she was going with this.

"Oh bless your heart. That wasn't what I was talking about" ladies and gentlemen. My sister singlehandedly made the mouthiest, loudest turtle brother shocked into silence. AND blush.

"You're so cute when you blush. I'll definitely make you do it more" there was a guilty grin on her face now, she definitely looked like she was going to keep true to her word with that.

"I.... Mikey found an equally as pervy and meme addicted as him: woman. Fate really does have a plan" Donnie was in disbelief.

"Guys I'm so in love. I feel like Raph when Abby threw him the first time"

"What does that mean" I heard them mention the same past events with us twice now and I was so confused.

"I'll tell ya later" he promised with an amused rumble.

"Appreciate it" I grinned. I was just a smiling goof ball lately, I wasn't even mad, it felt so amazing.

"Alright" Leo slapped his hands together, looking at April.

"Lets cut to the chase. You said you know who he is, and where he'll be next" the pretty black haired woman nodded.

"And I have a plan" she added. Leo was the one that usually had the plans, so when April mentioned it, he was very intrigued.

"A Ryan Leakly. Yes. Abby and I are going to comicon, finding him, and seeing if he'll open up to us"

"Why you 2?" That was Raph quickly intervening. Maybe bristling.

"I always wanted to go to a comicon" my eyes lit up.

"Same" Donnie grinned. I pointed at him excitedly. It looks like we were going to comicon! I knew Mikey and even Leo would be down too. Mike loved videogames and Leo (though he hid it) loved comics, you learn a lot about people when you cleaned their rooms.

"Well Raphie? We're going to dress up and be in the scene, Abby would be a good candidate in case things went south quickly. You guys can be on standby there, and she can be at the ready" April shrugged.

We got to dress up? Yes! I wonder what we were dressing up as! Admittedly, I was a nerd, and always wanted to cosplay.

Leo and Raph exchanged looks in thought, not knowing how they liked the idea of this plan.

"Please?" I begged, in favor of April, this sounded like so much fun! I haven't been out and doing something like this in years!

"This is a mission, not a vacation. I'm worried about you getting distracted and then hurt" Leo frowned.

"I won't. We'll be fine" I promised.

"Raph, what's your input?" The leader sighed, he clearly wasn't on board with this fully.

"Abby. You think you can do this?" I felt him look down at me. I made eye contact and nodded happily. He sighed, clearly not wanting me to be on board with this, and then nodded.

"Alright"

"We'll have eyes on them" Leo assured his brother. I was so excited now! I got to go to comicon! And hang out more with April, I bet it'll be so much fun with her.

"I'm coming too" Ana decided.

"Fine. But stay out of the way in case anything happens" you could tell Leo wasn't in the mood to pick that battle.

"What are we going as?" I asked, and then immediately regretted it. I don't know why, but the look she gave me made me nervous.

"What?" Came my nervous follow up question.

"My house. Right now. We're going to figure out" something tells me we weren't going in cosplay...

I changed, and then stood in April's apartment, wide eyed, and questioning my decision.

She came out of her closet with a couple dresses, some skirts, and some shirts that appeared to be missing their midsection, she even got some bras out.

"Well? Get to it, let's see what you're wearing" she had a smirk.

"April I have never dressed this way in my life"

"Perfect. Lets see how you look" she was not about to back down. Oh god. I waited another moment, looking at her with pleading eyes. But all she did was motion with her hand to get a move on. I groaned and began to strip down to my bra, looking at her selection.

"What size do you wear?"

"34 DDD"

"Are you serious?? Why are you always wearing such baggy clothing?" She seemed appalled

"I wear what's comfortable" I explained bluntly. I put one of her bras on, it did not fit. My breasts were basically spilling out of it. I frowned and went to take it off but she stopped me.

"Perfect" why was she doing this?

"Girl. What are you doing? You look amazing you're so cut, and you're always covering yourself up. We're changing that. I'm going to make a grown man cry" what? I didn't like hurting peoples' feelings.

"Who are going to make cry? Leakly?" Why were we going to do that? Because be was a bad guy? Still a little messed up

"Sure. We'll put a show on for that creep, but he's not the one I'm excited about" I was so unbelievably lost.

"April… you're confusing me"

"Put this on." It was a long sleeved belly shirt. I've never even tried on a belly shirt before, I've never been more unsure in my life.

"You've got muscle tone and you're really fit. I know why Raphie is losing his mind over you." she smiled. I blushed, as I slipped my arms in, and slipped my head through the shirt.

My delts and arms looked lithe and small, my breasts looked, like, fake and huge, and it really drew attention to my now well toned stomach.

"And this!" She gave me and insanely short skirt. I barely wore short shorts, this is just insane. But I humored her, slipped out of my pants, and slid her skirt on. She bit her lip at what she saw.

"Oh. Seducing him is going to be too easy"

"WE'RE DOING WHAT?!?" April laughed at my exclamation. I couldn't do something like that! What would Raph think??? I never want him to feel jealous or hurt, especially if I inflicted it.

"Sweety. Sweety calm down. This is going to be A-mazing. Raph isn't going to react the way you think he will. Trust me" I couldn't help but to examine myself, and then try to cover myself up. I've had swimsuits leave more to the imagination than this!

"I am so not going out like this" I warned her. She was changing into a different outfit, something along the same lines: short skirt, belly shirt, and she put some heals on.

"No. You're not. We need to get your eyebrows done, hair, and make up done. And THEN you're going to comicon" this is it. This is what she was plotting that night. What was her end game with all this?? She shoved some wedges near me and I blankly started to put them on, just to see if they would even fit.

I looked at her, exasperated. I can't do this, why did she pick me for this whole thing? Seducing someone? What? I was perfectly the WRONG person to do that. I don't even know how to Flirt. Why not just get Ana? She'd be perfectly fit for it.

"Let's go"

"No wait!" Too late, she dragged me out her door, and I have never been so hypersensitive of gazes and looks in my life, honestly I was so self conscious.

"Where are the girls at? They're supposed to be home soon" Leo was getting a bit worried. They needed to get to comicon and start their mission, hopefully nothing happened to them.

"Abby has been texting me, keeping in contact. She said they're on the way" Raph told his brother. Leo nodded.

"Everyone geared up and ready to go?"

"Depends. How many guns can I bring into comicon?"

"Don't make me shake you again" Leo warned to which he got a snicker from her.

"Yooo. This is gonna be lit! Leo. Can Don and I just walk around?" Mikey chirped excitedly.

"No you can not"

"But we can just pretend we're cosplaying!" Mikey whined.

"Mike. This is a mission. We aren't there to play. And risking yourself like that is just insane"

"Have you met him?" Donnie asked the eldest in a flat tone. There was a knock on the door, but it was opened before any of them could answer it.

"Guys. Are you ready for this?" The guys couldn't help but to gawk a bit at April. It wasn't abnormal for her to show herself off a bit.

"Damn girl!" Nope. That wasn't Mikey, that was Anastasia. Mikey was yet again: laughing at the woman next to him.

"How was my Mikey impersonation? spot on? Because we were all thinking it. Let's be honest" Ana grinned at all the looks she got.

"That's what you're going to comicon in? What about Abbigail?" Raph narrowed his eyes a little in suspicion.

"Just wait for it. Abby get in here!" She seemed so excited.

"I am not going in there April. How did you even get me out of your apartment?" She all but whimpered.

"Abby? You ok?" Raph asked while wondering what it was that April did to her, he started to walk towards the door but April held a hand out to him to stop him, amusement in her eyes.

"She's fine. She's just bashful. After I got her to wear her outfit I dragged her out of my apartment before she could process it and it finally occurred to her how she looks. It's adorable" April smiled at them.

"Come on Abby~" she all but sang.

"I am not" she decided firmly. It also sounded like she was trying to go back down the sewers to leave even.

"No. Nope" April went out the door, a little 'yeep' was heard, and she carefully dragged her back into the room, lightly enough to not make her trip on her high heels.

The room very quickly grew silent, Abby didn't even look like herself. Her hair was down and curled, she was wearing make up like she never did. And her clothing was something the boys never seen her wear, was this even Abby???

"April. I am so mortified right now" Abby was frozen, staring at the ground, the boys were just in a state of shock. Once they got their minds back they looked at Raph who was staring HARD. His situation was DEFINITELY more than just a little shock.

The red banded turtle swallowed, once. They swear they saw his breathing pick up a little. His eyes were shamelessly glued to her.

"Raph.... I can change clothes real quick" the poor woman looked so ridiculously nervous and uncomfortable.

"If you're changing clothes its for you and you alone" his voice was a bit raspy, he cleared his throat. He walked up to her, taking her in, very slowly, observing every curve. Her legs and ass were large from squats, waist tiny from core exercises, and she hit the push ups hard so her breasts were plenty large. Everything was perfectly defined in the clothing.

He got just a little closer to her, towering over her. Lord help him, he needed some strength to focus on this mission, and he'd need all the help he could get.

"You being in a busy room is your only saving grace from me right now" he murmured lowly into her ear. Her bright blue eyes got brighter when her pupil constricted in shock.

Her face got so red, Raph couldn't believe she was his, she was prettier than any model he's ever seen, with the heart to match it. And he couldn't wait to show her physically, Abby felt an anticipated shiver go up her spine. April was so smug as she watched the couple interact.

"Told you he'd like it" she bit her lip.

"Who are you. What did you do with my sister. Got damn" Ana was covering her mouth. Their parents would flip, God she wishes she could have a reaction from them right now. Make her day.

"April, this had nothing to do with your plan for Leakly" Abby turned her attention on her accusingly.

"It still is. This is just a bonus" April walked up to Raph and an overly flustered Abby. Well, both were flustered, Raph was just a predatory flustered. She was loving this so much, this was hilarious. And would hopefully get these two to get a move on.

"So. What is the full plan here? Because you two aren't blending in like that" But typically Leo's plans would veer in the shadows, not making a scene, etc. This was quite literally the opposite. The leader was also finding the situation amusing though, He's never seen Raph react this way, he understood why though

If it wasn't for the mannerisms and gentleness only Abby could have, he wouldn't even believe it was her. She looked like a completely different person from a magazine.

"Sometimes standing out is the thing to go for Leo. We get close to this guy. See if he'll give us answers" April winked at him.

"You'll definitely get his attention" the turtle leader assured, really unsure about this now.

"Raph. She wants us to seduce him" Abby panic in the main ambiance of her hushed tone.

"Yeah she does. You'll knock him dead babe" the hot head grinned. Dear lord Raph was more than ok with this, in fact it was along the lines of him being IN to this.

"Come on. You already walked all over New York like that. You'll be fine" April assured her friend.

"I cant believe I am doing this" Abby wanted to back out, but she wanted to be there for April. She was depending on her for her first line of protection, that was a really big responsibility.

"I can't even flirt" Abby looked at Raph and April.

"You don't need to" Raph assured, she'd be turning all the male minds into goo.

"I'll do all the talking, just look pretty and help me distract him" April assured. Clearly Abby wasn't making any progress here, it was pointless to keep fighting.

"Ok" she sighed. Look pretty? She usually dressed like a tom boyish slob, this was going to take A LOT to get used to.

April and Abby turned to leave the lair, and Raph casually checked out Abby's ass in the skirt as she moved along, this turtle actually bit his fist a bit and closed his eyes a little as Leo walked up next to him.

"Brother. Give me strength to focus" his tone was low.

"I'll just get Mikey to annoy you into focusing" Leo slapped his shoulder obnoxiously as he passed him.

"Right on" Mikey cheered a little, and followed the leader.

Comicon was packed, and I was almost distracted enough by all the things to look at.. If I wasn't getting a hole stared through me every 17 seconds, this is not how I wanted my first time to go. If I was wearing like, some cool cosplay then I wouldn't have minded, but that was not the case.

"How did I get you to convince me to do this?" I said over the loud noise in the area. It would be a lot easier to stay focused now at least.

"You're going to do just fine" April assured.

"If I transform, I'm going to ruin your nice clothes" I warned.

"Eh. They'll get ruined one way or another tonight" wh-what. What? What did THAT mean?

"One thing you should know about Raph. He likes being territorial" April smirked at me. And that made me worried. I didn't want him to feel the need to do that-

"No. Abby. You misunderstand. He LIKES to be territorial. Show off, be up against this guy. You're going to drive him crazy the entire time" she giggled.

"Trust me" well. Raph knew people grossed me out. So I was hoping he'd remember that if I got down and dirty, my version of it anyway. Hugs to strangers was dirty for me if I was being honest.

I put the ear piece in, messed with my phone, and continued to follow April.

I carefully looked up at the support beams of the building, looking for my lover, I couldn't help it, he had a death grip on my heart and my mind was on him a lot lately.

"I'm here, baby" even over an earpiece his voice rumbled pleasantly in my ear, I couldn't help a smile on my face.

"Don't get distracted" April gently grabbed my wrist and waltzed along, everyone moving out of her way as she strut what she had. I was not about to do that, but I was impressed by the sass and confidence. Need me some of that.

There was art of all kinds from different fandoms everywhere, and as much as I wanted to stop and look, I refrained. It was basically like if you were able to walk through tumblr in person in here. And maybe meet a famous person or two, though that was a bit expensive.

"Alright, this guy should be here by now, so let's see if we can find him" I was not good at that either. I never really studied people enough or stared at them hard enough to remember features, I swear my memory with people was just terrible, I really was the worst possible candidate for this job. Maybe it was because I tended to not care what they looked like? I don't know.

"Over there. By the anime body pillows" April motioned lowly.

"Can't we just kidnap him?"

"No, he's leading a vital project for the company, we need to figure out what it is" April said.

"Say the word, I'll kidnap him, get back to the lair faster, and we can have some alone time" Raph said over the earpiece.

"Raph, stop giving her ideas" Leo huffed.

"Can I think about it?" I begged the leader, as if pretending there was anything to actually think about, that sounded like an amazing plan.

"No. Start moving in you 2" Leo quickly ordered.

"You heard him, fun time later" April poked.

gently weaved our way around the large rivers of the crowd, pretending to look at other stuff to not draw too much attention from this guy too quickly.

Finally, April marched us up next to him, I could tell she was strategizing on how to start a conversation, but when I saw what he was looking at, I moved in.

"My Hero Academia fan?" This 30+ year old man, was looking at a body pillow of a teenage anime girl, I could ignore or put up with a lot, but this? was so creepy. The man looked surprised, and then smiled at me, I smiled back sweetly, but man it was not genuine.

"Yeah, you watched it?" he smelled of BO and his breath was rank. I was supposed to seduce this man? I was repulsed by damn near everyone, but this was a whole new level.

"A little. I love Deku and Almight's relationship. It's very wholesome" I've watched this series once, and that was damn near all my knowledge of the anime. But clearly it was enough because the man's smile got bigger, and he got closer to me, April seemed impressed by my ability to charm this weeb.

"Hi. I'm Megan, this is Stephanie" April introduced herself, she was wearing a wig so he shouldn't be able to pick her out as the famous news reporter she actually was.

"Someone go get Cris Hansen" Mikey said over the communication link, I gave a genuine smile at him this time and it was to hide the laugh and real smile I wanted to give Mikey at the hilarious joke.

"Megan, Stephanie, so great to meet you nice ladies, what are women like you doing in a place like this? You nerds?"

"Oh totally" April was playing a flawless ditsy girl.

"I'm Ryan. So what are you into?" He was getting excited

"Little bit of everything, Megan likes Dr. Who, I'm a big fan of Supernatural" I was playing along with this, least I can do is have fun. I could see the shine of pride in April's eyes for making for a good ditsy fangirl too.

"Very nice. Well as you can see, this is my scene"

"Yeah! That's like, so cool!" She had such a good fake smile as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Would you like to walk with us?" April asked excitedly.

"Give us a tour? We just got here" She pouted a little.

"Oh absolutely!" He grinned, and held his arms out, ew, gross, no. I didn't want to do this, but if we were going to get into his head, we were going to have to go for his body I guess. I know allosexual people tended to be easy to hypnotize with sex, he already proved it was on his mind with the body pillows.

April and I both wrapped an arm around his, April watching me and holding it close her body, biting her lip a little at him as we walked. She was giving me instructions, how far before Raph would get upset with me though? I really didn't want to find out, and I was so grossed out touching him at all!

"You're doing great baby. Keep it up" Raph said to me, again, making me genuinely smile, and this idiot thought it was directed at him.

"So, who's your favorite character in MHA?" He continued to look at me.

"I totally like Bakugo his temper cracks me up, but he's so funny later on" I was getting the weird accent down.

"Big fan of hot heads?" Raph snickered at me

"Stop distracting her" Leo scolded.

"Raph has more testosterone up here alone than all the men in this building combined" Donnie tattled on his brother. Noooo Don't make me blush guys! But I did, and the creep seemed to be digging it, if only he knew. I think he was saying something, but I was definitely not paying attention because I was distracted on my REAL love interest.

"I love Mr. Aizowa" he told me. When I looked at him in confusion he clarified.

"The teacher"

"Oh that's so funny! WE are teachers!" April smiled.

"Damn she's good" Mike said.

"Yeah, fourth grade. What do you do?" I looked overly excited to find out.

"Bio engineer. I actually work in a lab, and have been working on a project" April and I both in unison: made our faces light up, with some overdramatized "wooooow"s.

"You sound like, so smart" I leaned into his arm, letting my breast rub up against it.

"You do. That's so impressive!" April captured him in a trance with her sapphire eyes.

"Can you tell us anymore, we're like DYING to know" April bit her lip.

"Oh... not really supposed to..." but he was teetering.

"Please? I'm a total sucker for a nerd" I pressed myself closer in his arm, trying not to show my disgust, or tense my body. He looked down at my breasts against his arm. And then the smile he gave me was nasty beyond all belief.

"We made a project to go up against our sister company. On the brink to discovering the last key factors of it" that was a tidbit of VERY important information.

"Woooow. That is amazing!" I smiled. His arm went from my front, where he snaked it around and got a handful of my ass. I couldn't help my quick, disgusted reaction of moving away from him. That's when I realized I messed up. His face fell, he seemed to be snapping out of hypnotic state April and I had him in.

Then quickly went for his wrist, pressing something. Several men moved from the crowd, they were blending in well, and started to charge at April and I. Bodyguards.

One went to strike April, but a green hand caught it, my green hand, I finished my transformation. And threw that guy into another guy. More blows tried to come at me, but I was a lot stronger than them, even if they landed hits, they weren't going to do anything to this form.

"What the hell!" Ana said from her place by the turtles. Leo and Raph took off, Mike and Don hung back for now.

"We'll explain later" Don said sheepishly. Ana took a breath, and realized her new life was probably going to be full of surprises like this, she might want to get used to it.

"Side note: Raph's gonna be squaring up, and the dude he'll be fighting is gonna be like: ah! Help! He's got a boner!" Ana told Mikey, doing her best impression on Beavis and Butthead. Mikey and Donnie both got a kick out of that one, Don even giving an adorable nerd snort.

I transformed back when Raph and Leo got to the scene to continue the fight. The people of the convention were scrambling around at the sudden commotion.

"Follow him!" Leo pointed at a fleeing Ryan. Raph, myself, and April made a beeline for the garbage truck outside. Don and Mike making it to the door first, the jokester had the other jokester tucked under one of his arms. When we made it outside, a black Lincoln pulled up to the front of the building to swoop him up.

The boys picked us up, and high tailed it to the truck, tossing us in gently and taking their places. Leo hit the gas hard the second it was started and in gear. The wheels broke a bit, and peeled off as we quickly started to catch up to the Lincoln.

"He's going back to the lab. Ain't he?" Raph said from next to me as he put a blanket over me for me to cover me up, save whatever dignity I had left.

"Yes. And something tells me we are about to go up against what he was talking about. What better thing to save him?" Leo said darkly as he stayed on their tails.

"Not before I whoop his ass for touching Abby" Raph assured with narrowed eyes. Man I hoped I wouldn't have to do anything like this again.

NEXT CHAPTER!

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