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swordsandholly · 23 days

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def need more ditzy reader with mechanic 141- the only thing that tops my love for military men is blue collar boys <333

make sure to take care of yourself tho lovie!! don’t burn urself out :))

I for sure want to write more of her. Hopefully after this insane week at work I’ll be able to really sit down and crank out some writing. For now I’m battling my way through Ch 3 of Across the Way

But pls enjoy this little not proofread experimental snippet I wrote for ditzy reader

“Look.” Your landlord sighs loudly. Like you’re the one inconveniencing him. “I’ll send someone out.”

“That’s what you said two days ago! And three days before that!” You stomp your foot at no one just to get some of the anger out.

“I’ll get to it when I get to it.”

“Why can’t you-“ The line cuts before you can finish. The jerk hung up on you! What the hell!

You pout, plopping down into your desk chair and sighing. What are you supposed to do? You’re not allowed to call a handyman according to the lease and you don’t have a boyfriend right now. You can’t keep washing pans in the bathroom. It’s gross.

You huff.

“Alright?” Simon asks and you whirl in your chair. How does he walk so quietly?

“Yeah…” You pout harder under his steady gaze, slipping down further into the chair.

“You’re a terrible liar, luv.” His eyes crinkle in corners with a smile.

“Well…” You shrug, twiddling your thumbs in your lap. “My kitchen sink has been broken for a whole week and the landlord won’t do anything about it! I called and called and he just keeps saying he’ll send someone and then doesn’t!” Your voice pitches at the end, real annoyance bleeding through into the edges of your words. You fist your hands in your skirt.

“That’s all?” He raises an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you just ask one of us?”

You blink twice, staring up at him. Your face heats and you look away bashfully - not wanting to admit you didn’t think to ask for their help. Stupid. “I don’t want to be a bother…”

“I’ll come by after work.”

“You don’t have to-“

“I’ll be there.” He nods before marching back into the garage. You just blink after him as he goes.

True to his word, Simon shows up at your door with a massive tool box in hand. Really, he still can’t believe you live in such a shit complex. Price pays you well enough. The locks might as well be paper-mache. Simon lowers his mask before knocking. He trusts you with his face - hell you probably forget it every time you look away - but he also wants you to trust him too. For whatever reason.

You’re staring when you open the door. Big doe eyes looking up at him and blinking slowly. He wonders what goes on behind those blank eyes of yours - if it’s nothing at all or such a chaotic dialogue that you can’t process it enough to pay attention.

All or nothing.

“Gonna let me in, doll?” He asks. You startle, not realizing how intensely you zoned out.

“Oh! Yes!” You jump out of the way, letting him into your small studio apartment. Every time he thinks your shorts can’t get smaller he’s proven wrong.

Simon takes a look around, huffing at the net full of stuffies hanging on the wall. Everything about your home is soft - soft colors, soft fabrics. It smells like vanilla, just like you always do when you come into the shop. His eyes lock briefly on a well-loved sewing machine covered in stickers with a project still under the needle. You must have been working on it before he got here.

Did you mean to leave your bra hanging on the back of that chair right by the kitchen? Lacy and lilac. He’ll have to remember that for some other time. Maybe your birthday.

“Let’s ‘ave a look.” He sighs, knees popping as he crouches in front of the sink. It’s a fucking mess, that’s for sure. At least you figured out how to turn the water off.

“Pipe’s busted.” He says. “I can seal it but it’ll take a sec.”

“Okay.” You murmur.

Simon sighs as he turns onto his back to get a better look. He doesn’t miss the way you stare blatantly at his midsection as his shirt rides up. He might adjust some to expose just a bit more.

You really are the least subtle thing in the planet, aren’t you?

“Can you come hold the light f’me, luv?” He points to the toolbox.

“This one?” You ask, as if it isn’t the only flashlight in the box.

“Yeah.”

“Like this?”

“Yup.” At first he expects you to sit silently so he can concentrate, but he quickly realizes that was far too presumptuous.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Si?” You ask quietly.

He huffs. “No.”

“Oh.” You chew your lip. “You seem like the kind of guy that would.”

Simon has never heard a bigger misread in his damn life but he’ll take it as a compliment, he supposes. “Why do you ask?”

“Cause this is boyfriend work and you’re good at it.”

Simon tries to see your logic - he really does - but he just has no clue how those things are even remotely related. Sure, guys fix things for their girlfriends but calling it ‘boyfriend work’ when anybody with two cents could do it is a bit silly. More than, if he’s honest. He just grunts in response, at a total loss for how to respond.

Simon looks down at you. The way you kneel as your cleaving spills out of your tiny tank top - one of many you insist on wearing so often. He can give into temptation just a little bit, right? “Gonna need you to get closer, doll.”

“Oh!” You scoot forward until your knees brush his side. So ready to listen. Cute.

“Can you lean in a bit?”

“Like this?” You lean forward, chest pressing against him while your hand splays over his midsection for balance. Fucking hell.

“Perfect. Good girl.”

It’s bold and a bit uncoordinated even for him. Something Johnny would try. The purposeful choice of words seems to go right over your head. Instead you blush and smile, shifting your hips just a bit. Your chest pushes further into him. So soft.

Fuck.

You’ll be the death of him. Thank god you’re too unobservant to notice that he’s rock fucking hard.

He’s already done with the sink by the time of this little exchange, but he pretends to tighten some useless bolts anyway just to keep you against him a little longer before shooing you away. It’s cute, the way you scramble to get out of the way. Simon turns the water back on before standing, and gesturing toward the sink.

“Give it a try, luv.”

A little furrow forms in your brow as you step forward to turn it on, crouching and standing to make sure the leak has stopped. You turn the faucet off and whip your head around with a grin.

He’s pretty sure you burst an eardrum with the pitch of the squeal you let out, bouncing over and tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“It’s no pro-“ he cuts off as you push up onto your tip toes and press a kiss to his cheek. He can’t help but bark out a laugh. Little minx.

“Oh, I got some lipstick-“ You reach up to smudge it off but he bats your hand away. He’ll wear it back to the garage and show off the kiss he got. Johnny’s going to absolutely fume.

#answered #simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost cod #cod x reader #ghost x reader #cod #simon x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #fem reader #mechanic au

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sparkle-fiend · 1 year

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Steve loves Valentine’s Day.

It’s a holiday celebrating love and romance; the whole point is to shower someone with affection (and hopefully get laid at the end of the night). What’s not to like about that?

With girls, Valentine’s was easy. Big box of chocolates, a dozen red roses, dinner at a fancy restaurant (and maybe a little jewelry or something - depending on how much he likes her). A sweet card, for sure.

Now that he’s dating Eddie, Valentine’s Day presents more of a… challenge.

“Ugh, what am I gonna do Rob? We walked through the greeting card aisle at Melvald’s and he pretended to puke. He doesn’t want flowers or chocolate or anything.”

He knows he’s whining. He’s slumped dramatically in the single office chair in the Family Video breakroom, spinning slowly (like a pathetic little rotisserie chicken, according to Robin). He’s probably got about five more minutes before Robin snaps.

“Why do you have to do anything? You know Valentine’s Day isn’t even a real holiday – it’s just an excuse to get people to spend money on crap they don’t need…”

“Oh my god, stop! You sound just like Eddie. Valentine's isn't about spending money, it's about... showing people that you love them. Making them feel happy and appreciated and special. It’s about celebrating love.”

Robin tilts her head and her face goes a little soft, the way it does when he says something she wasn't expecting (but in a good way, not like when he says something so dumb that her body collapses and she says he's obliterated her will to live).

"That’s actually surprisingly sweet Steve. Okay….” she sighs and looks up at the ceiling as she thinks. “Maybe... you could try making something? He liked those cookies you baked for movie night."

“Those cookies were terrible.” Practically inedible. Eddie was the only person that ate more than one. (Which was either a true declaration of love in and of itself, or proof that Eddie will eat literally anything when he's stoned.)

"I don't know, Eddie is pretty easy to please. You could give him like... a cool rock, and he would probably love it."

Steve sits upright so fast he nearly overturns the chair. "Robin, you're a genius!!"

She blinks at him. "Clearly. But also, why exactly?"

Eddie is like a crow. He's forever picking up little odds and ends - cool rocks, stickers, shiny bits of paper. At Christmas, he collected the bows off of everyone's presents. Sometimes, he incorporates the stuff he finds into little props and models for his D&D games, but other times he just keeps it. He's got a whole drawer devoted to his little 'hoard', as he calls it.

Steve explains all this to Robin, who just shakes her head in bemusement. "He is so weird," she says fondly.

"Yeah," Steve agrees. He would have recoiled from that oddity in high school - would have been worried what other people would think. Scared they would judge him for associating with someone like that.

He doesn’t give a shit, these days. He sees the way Eddie lights up with happiness at the smallest things, so full of excitement and passion, and it just makes him smile. He feels grateful that he gets to bask in that reflected joy, like a flower soaking up the sun.

Valentines is two weeks away, which gives Steve plenty of time to collect a bounty of little treasures. He hits the pawn shop, the thrift store - he even drives out to the weird antique shop about an hour out of town, which looks like a normal house on the outside and is crammed to the rafters with knick-knacks and bric-a-brac when you walk inside.

He also trawls the quarry, the lake, and the woods behind his house. It's tough, because usually Eddie's little treasures just look like trash to Steve. He's not a very creative person himself, but he tries hard to see the world the way his boyfriend would.

If that means Steve finds himself debating for over half an hour on which rock is more appealing, well – it will all be worth it in the end.

———

Steve stays over at Eddie's, the night before Valentines. (At this point, he spends more time at the Munson's house than he does at his own.)

He wakes up early, slipping out of bed with slow, careful movements. As usual, Eddie rolls over with a faint grumble, bundling himself into a burrito of blankets to compensate for the void of warmth left by Steve's absence.

He moves down the hall, avoiding each creaky board like it's a booby trap in the Temple of Doom, until he reaches the kitchen - which is where Steve breaks routine. He sneaks out the back door and races across the driveway in his boxers, hopping and cursing as the frigid gravel stings his bare feet.

His carefully cultivated stash of gifts is in the glove compartment of the BMW. He already has a plan for which one will be first, so he grabs it and closes the door (slowly, slowly - the sound of Steve moving around the house is familiar, but a car door slamming in the driveway at this time of morning would wake Eddie for sure).

The first gift is a blue jay feather he found in the woods, perfect and clean with vivid blue and black stripes. He tucks it carefully under the edge of the ash tray that sits on the porch railing, before slipping back inside to start breakfast.

Thirty minutes later Eddie appears, drawn by the warm smell of coffee and the sound of bacon popping in the pan.

He drapes himself over Steve's back and murmurs, "G'mornin," sleepily into the shell of his ear, the way he does every morning after Steve spends the night. This time, Steve balances his spatula on the edge of the pan and turns so that he can wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.

He presses a cheerful kiss to the corner of Eddie's mouth and says, "Happy Valentine’s Day."

Eddie groans dramatically and throws his head back, the rest of his bodyweight following. If Steve didn't have a firm grip around his waist, he would have toppled over backward; the move turns into an awkward backbend instead.

"Stevie please, it's too early for that crap. Wait until I've had my coffee at least."

Steve grins. He releases his hold just long enough for Eddie to yelp and scrabble for balance before catching him and pulling him close again.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie gasps.

"Careful," Steve says with a smug grin, laughing when Eddie shoves him in the chest and pulls away.

They eat breakfast together, and then Steve follows Eddie outside for his morning cigarette.

"Holy shit, look at this!" Eddie turns to Steve with the blue jay feather pinched between his fingers, grinning with delight. He hasn't brushed his hair yet and he's got a smear of bacon grease on his cheek, but he's so beautiful in that moment - so full of joy it shines out of him, like a lighthouse.

Just because he found a feather. Steve smiles back, helplessly besotted. "Pretty cool."

Eddie twirls the feather between his fingers before tucking it behind his ear. “That’s a sign that today is gonna be a good day.”

Steve presses his mouth to the edge of his coffee cup to hide his expression. “Yeah, I think so too.”

———

Eddie rolls into the Family Video parking lot around 2 in the afternoon to visit before his band practice. He strolls inside and leans against the counter, plonking a silver wrapped Hershey kiss down in front of Steve.

“Kiss for a kiss?” he says, with a smarmy grin. Steve rolls his eyes, but he checks to make sure they’re alone in the store before swooping forward for a quick peck on the lips.

“I got you something too,” he says.

“Oh?” Eddie raises one eyebrow, managing to look both curious and skeptical. “Please tell me it’s not a cheesy greeting card.”

Steve flips him the bird before reaching into his pocket. He pulls the keychain out and lets it dangle from one finger in front of Eddie’s face.

His boyfriend’s immediate reaction is to wrinkle his nose in disgust. The keychain is a garish red plastic heart, definitely the antithesis of Eddie’s usual metalhead vibe.

But it’s also sparkly.

Steve’s lips curl into a satisfied smirk as Eddie takes the keychain from him, reluctantly admiring the way light sparks off the flakes of holographic glitter embedded in the plastic. The cheap little thing shimmers like a ruby in the afternoon sun.

“Some kid dropped it. They never came back, so it’s yours if you want it.” (That’s technically true, although Steve has been holding on to it for nearly a month now, waiting for today.)

“Oh, well then.” Eddie stuffs the keychain into his pocket. “Finders keepers, losers weepers!” He sticks his tongue out, eyes wide and exaggerated – then leans across the counter and licks Steve’s nose.

“Gross!” Steve sputters with laughter. He scrubs at his face and looks up just in time to see Eddie wave jauntily on his way out the door, a second Hershey kiss left sitting on the counter in his wake.

———

After Steve's shift is over, he runs home for a quick shower and a change of clothes before meeting Eddie at the diner.

He did his best to talk his boyfriend into going on a proper date, but the most he could get Eddie to agree to was milkshakes and a movie (my choice Stevie, not some lame romance).

Steve walks into the diner and spots Eddie at the back booth. He saunters over and sets the third present onto the sticky Formica table with a click. It's a small golden gear, nearly paper-thin.

"Check it out. Found this in the parking lot."

(That's a lie. Steve carefully picked apart a broken old watch from the thrift shop in order to extract a handful of the little gears.)

"Hey, cool! I bet I could use this in the model I'm working on." Eddie pulls the pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and drops the gear inside for safe keeping.

"What's the model for?" Steve asks.

Eddie launches into an animated explanation of the character he's creating for a new Hellfire campaign - a sun-worshiping priest that intends to trick the party into becoming a ritual sacrifice.

"... and that gear thing would look pretty good on the top of his staff."

Steve doesn't understand much of what Eddie's saying, but he loves the way his boyfriend talks with his whole body, moving his hands and shoulders and head along with the words. He rests his chin in his hand and lets Eddie ramble until the milkshakes arrive, smiling like a dope the whole time.

Eddie has no concept of time, so Steve is in charge of making sure they finish their milkshakes and leave the diner in time to make it to the movie. As Eddie slides into the passenger seat of the BMW, he says, “Hey – you think we have enough time to stop by the Circle K?”

Steve turns in his seat as he reverses out of the parking lot. "What do you need at the Circle K?"

"Snacks! You can't go to a movie without provisions Stevie! And don't say we can buy some at the concessions stand, because the prices they charge are ridiculous."

“Well if we stop now, we’ll be late – but I’ve got some Milk Duds and trail mix…” Steve doesn’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late. Eddie pops open the glove compartment in his search for snacks, revealing Steve’s little stash of gifts.

Eddie frowns in confusion. “What the hell?” He rifles through the pile as Steve groans.

“Shit. You weren’t supposed to see those yet.”

“What is all this?” Eddie picks up a ring, turning it over in his hands. It's a bulky silver biker ring, like the ones Eddie wears every day - only this one is shaped like a bat with tiny ruby eyes. Steve is particularly proud of that one, discovered in a box of assorted rings at the pawn shop.

Steve gnaws at his lip and runs a hand through his hair, ruining all his careful styling. "I know you hate Valentines, but I wanted to do something. Just… to show you how much I love you. So instead of the cards and flowers and stuff, I tried to find little things you might actually like. For your, you know… your 'dragon hoard' or whatever you call it."

"So the keychain and the gear..."

"And the feather."

Eddie's eyebrow twitches. He stares at the contents of the glove compartment; at the water smoothed stone from the lake and the multicolored twist of ribbon, the vivid green marble and the tiny mother of pearl locket. He looks down at the ring still clutched in his hand, and blinks rapidly.

Steve glances nervously between Eddie and the road, hands tight on the steering wheel. He's disappointed that the surprise has been ruined, but more concerned about Eddie's reaction. He'd expected the other boy to laugh or tease him, not this... whatever this is.

Finally, Eddie clears his throat roughly and speaks. "Actually, can we just head back to my place? I've got something I wanna show you, and I don't think I can wait through the movie."

“Uh… sure.”

Steve's brain is buzzing as he takes a left instead of a right at the intersection. He's worked himself into a bit of a panic by the time they pull into the Munson's driveway. "Eddie, I..."

Eddie interrupts him, practically throwing himself across the center console as he drags Steve into a fierce kiss. By the time Eddie lets him go, Steve is panting. "Wha...?"

"Wait here," Eddie says with a wild grin. He presses Steve back into the seat for emphasis. "Don't move."

He takes the steps up the porch two at a time and fumbles with his key to get inside as Steve watches in a daze. He has no idea what's going on.

After a few minutes, Eddie returns to the door. He's pulled on a t-shirt with a faux tuxedo printed on the front, and he's standing straight backed in the doorway with a towel over his arm, like some kind of maître d’. He waves grandly toward Steve, beckoning him toward the house.

Steve snorts with laughter as he climbs out of the BMW. “What are you doing?”

"This way sir," Eddie replies in a terrible attempt at a posh English accent. Steve shakes his head, thoroughly bewildered and increasingly amused.

He walks past Eddie through the doorway and freezes in surprise.

The living room has been transformed. Eddie set up the gaming table in the middle of the room – set with a crisp white tablecloth, the Munson’s best dishes, and a vase full of red roses sitting in the center of the table, flanked by two candles. More candles twinkle softly from the coffee table, the end tables - even on top of the tv.

"Eddie..." Steve whispers in awe. "What is this?"

"Well, ah... I kind of jumped the gun a little. It’s supposed to be a candlelight dinner. If we'd gone to the movie, Wayne would have had time to get all the food set up. But it won’t take long, I already cooked everything. Just gotta heat it up."

Steve’s vision goes watery, smearing the candlelight into one big blur as tears fill his eyes. He blinks hard to clear them. “I thought you hated all this stuff.”

Eddie shrugs and rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Well, yeah I do. But you love it. So I wanted to surprise you.”

Steve grips his boyfriend by the front of his ridiculous t-shirt and pulls him into a bone-cracking hug, before pulling back just far enough to kiss the breath from him.

In a pause between kisses, Steve rests his forehead against Eddie’s and laughs a little breathlessly. “What made you change your mind about the movie?”

Eddie bites his lips, already swollen from kisses. Steve can’t tear his eyes away.

“I don’t know. When I saw all that stuff you collected for me…” he clears his throat, staring at Steve with wide dark eyes. “I’m… I know I’m weird. I’ve known that my whole life. I never thought I would find anyone that would tolerate me, let alone… celebrate me like that.”

He kisses Steve again, sweet and soft. “I couldn’t sit and wait for two hours after that. I had to get you home and show you how much I love you.”

“I love you too.” Steve smiles against Eddie’s mouth. “You know… I’m not really hungry yet.”

“Oh yeah?”

Steve trails his hands down Eddie’s chest, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and tugging. “Mm-hmm. I think we need to work up an appetite first.”

Eddie laughs in delight. “Sounds like a good idea. You know how much I like dessert before dinner.”

A happy Valentine’s Day indeed.

#steddie #steddie fic #my writing #Valentine’s day ficlet #I’ve been working on this over a week #and still ended up having to rush to finish for today #not real happy with it #I wish I was a faster writer

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catsfor2 · 1 year

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hit me, part 2

wc: 2.5k, largely unedited warnings: swearing/language, talk of homophobia, physical injury a/n: omg hey. this part takes place directly after part 1. things are starting to happen...!also idk shit about shit so don't come at me for the medical stuff if its wrong :) tags: @elliewilliamsmunch@intrnetdoll@me-and-your-husbandur-husband@3zae-zae3@milahnoz@elliescumm@dragonasflowercrown

part 1

part 1.5

"So...where are we going?"

"It's a clearing. In the woods." Ellie's hands lazily slide around the steering wheel as she speaks. You could daydream while staring at Ellie for hours. It's relaxing to watch her drive.

"Hm. Are you gonna...kill me there? Or something?" You joke.

"Still deciding."

"Oh my—are you seriously still mad?"

She says nothing, pretending to be engaged with driving.

You let out an irked breath.

"Okay—Ellie, I'm sorry. I was wasted out of my mind. And you look really different. Like, not just in your face. Everywhere is different." You confess, fiddling with the stickers peeling off of her dashboard.

"So do you. I still managed to fuckin' figure it out."

"I—I think I almost did? I remember looking at you and feeling really—confused, mostly. I didn't understand why I liked this stranger so much." You say, vaguely remembering how clingy and overt you acted last night.

"You were confused? I was fucking confused," her head swivels to yours. "a lesbian? That's what you are now?"

"Don't—don't say it like that. I came out like everyone else. You just weren't there to hear it."

Ellie lets out a choked laugh.

"Oh, Bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"I wrote you and called you for fucking months. Nothing. A letter a fucking day. Are you listening? Do you know how many letters that is?"

You stay silent. Your hands ball up where they rest on your lap.

"Fuckin' say something! I even asked Dina for your number but you cut her off too! Is there a reason you basically fucking died?"

"I wasn't home, Ellie."

She stills, her shoulders relaxing a touch. She adjusts back towards the road before clearing her throat.

"At...at sixteen? What happened?"

You recall you, sixteen, sobbing and frantic. Tearing apart the letter Ellie wrote to tell you that she left. Wondering why it felt more like a breakup then your actual one did. Cursing yourself over and over and over again for only being sixteen. Your parents cursing Ellie for corrupting you.

"I feel like you can connect the dots." Your voice is just barely loud enough to hear over the droning tone of the car. The only focus you had at this point was trying not to cry in front of Ellie.

"Oh, fuck, y/n. I'm—I'm sorry. Did those fuckers kick you out?"

"No," you sigh. "I just knew I had leave. They're...crazy. I don't know. I'm fine now."

Her knuckles flex and tense over the steering wheel. Her teeth start to bite at her lips. There's a couple more seconds of quiet before she speaks up.

"I wish I would've been there."

You pause, not totally expecting what she said.

"Yeah," you breathe, gazing at the side of her head. "I wished that too."

And that wasn't a lie. Your family instilled a lot on you, mostly turning you away from religion. But then? You were desperate. Painfully, achingly desperate. And completely alone. After you left home, you prayed every single night. A genuine prayer, on your knees and everything. You even bought a $1.50 pocket bible from goodwill. All to aide in your bedtime routine of begging God to make Ellie come back.

She never did. You've been an atheist ever since. You weren't sure if her being here now changed anything.

The silence marinates for a short while longer until you feel the rocky texture of a gravel road beneath the car.

"We're here," Ellie states, throwing the gear in park. She takes a glance at your feet. "and you should've worn better shoes. We have walking to do."

You both hop out of the car.

"Like you couldn't have told me before we left?" You scoff.

"It's more fun to fuck with you later. C'mon," she grabs your hand, tightly clutching it in hers. "there's coyotes and shit around here. Don't be fuckin' stupid and stay close."

You try to will the warmth away from your cheeks. You've never held Ellie's hand before. Even if this doesn't really count as holding.

"Yeah, got it." You force out.

She leads you into the trees, hand warmly on yours, briskly following a mental path she's clearly walked many times.

"I almost got arrested over here," She sighs, far too casually.

"What?!"

"Damn—I said almost, chill." She assures, laughing at your shock.

You lightly slap her shoulder.

"I don't care! Almost getting arrested is still crazy!" You chide, eyes wide and judgmental.

Ellie's always been pretty...rebellious, but a part of you always thought that she'd be smart enough to avoid anything truly consequential. I guess she still is, you think.

"Lemme explain, ok. I was high as fuck, minding my business, when I saw some kids shootin'—a wolf, I think? Maybe a coyote—I saw them just...fuckin' up this poor thing with a—a BB gun."

"Oh my god..." You say, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do shit at first—I thought they'd stop. But they were like—about to kill this thing, I swear to God. So, I...ha..." Her face breaks into a wide smile. "you're not gonna like this,"

"...What. Not gonna like what."

"I pulled my gun on 'em."

"Ellie!"

"It wasn't even loaded, y'know I like to have it with me just in case..."

"They're kids!—"

"Asshole kids. Ok? And it fuckin' worked so—"

"I thought you said you almost got arrested?"

"Jesus—I did. You keep interrupting me—"

"Sorry." You quip, also realizing you just interrupted her with your apology.

"It's—it's fine. Anyway, those fucks called the cops on me after they ran. I found out cause the fuckin' pigs stopped me and asked if I'd seen an 'armed gunman in the area,'" She says, imitating a deep 'cop' voice. "dumbasses had no clue it was me."

You watch as she laughs, amused at her own story. Suddenly, your foot gets caught under a thick root and your arms fly out in an instant.

Ellie's hands hit your shoulders, grasping them upright, causing you to sharply crash into her chest.

"Oh—shit, sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." You gasp out, trying to regain your balance while loosening your grip on Ellie's coat.

"No, it's those fuckin' shoes," she rebukes, hands still resting on your shoulders. She immediately takes them off you when she notices. "we're almost there anyway. Try not to kill yourself before then."

Your hand burns at your side, palm itching. Is she going to grab it again?

"Where's 'there'?" You ask, glancing around at the wall of trees and shrubbery encircling you both.

"You'll see. Just stay close." She repeats like before, clutching your hand once again.

You tighten your grip, wanting to show Ellie you're listening.

"Good. Let's move."

The two of you walk for about a mile or so more, before the view steals your eyes and you both freeze.

"Oh—wow, Ellie. This is really pretty," you breathe, entranced by the piercingly vibrant colors and towering mountainous structures.

Her head is turned toward you, taking in your reaction to the sight, instead of the sight itself.

She's must've seen it so many times, you think.

"Yeah, you like it? I knew you would." She tells you, unable to keep the satisfied grin from her face.

"Shut up. I'm still mad you didn't even let me get ready this morning."

"There's nobody here. Who're you fuckin' getting ready for?" She barks, arms wide and gesturing.

I still wanted to get ready for you, Ellie. But obviously you don't say that.

"Whatever. You just did it to be a dick." You mutter, plopping yourself down onto the boulder in front of you.

"Yeah, I did. It's funny when you're mad. You're like a cat." She laughs, sitting down next to you.

"That's toxic. You shouldn't make people mad just cause you find it funny." You chide, crossing your legs over the rock.

"Guess I'm toxic, then." She sighs, carelessly throwing pebbles at your head.

"Was that the plan? Sit on a rock and be mean to me?"

"Truly adorable that you think this is mean—"

"Well it's not nice, that's for sure." You huff.

Ellie shifts so that her body faces yours. Her legs spread out wide, elbows comfortably resting on her thighs.

"I don't think you want me to be nice to you."

Your mouth parts open in surprise, eyes now burning into Ellie's.

"Well that's a lie. I'd love for you to be nice—"

"I think you like when I'm mean to you. I think you...prefer it, actually." She juts, a confident smile forming.

"Yeah, and who told you that, Dina?" You question, crossing your arms as a breeze starts to make you shiver.

"Nobody told me anything." her head quirks to the side. "I can just tell."

It was difficult to keep your composure. There were some things Ellie seemed to know about you that you didn't even know yourself. It was terrifying, embarrassing, and flattering all at once. Your face feels like its melting. You stay silent.

"Oh—am I right? I've totally got you, haven't I?" She asks, enjoying fully the power she seems to have over you and your emotions.

"No." You bite, unwilling to try and say anything else.

You hated how often Ellie was right.

She takes a ball of black fabric from her pocket, tossing it in your lap. It's a hat.

"Put it on. It's cold."

A swarm of bats fly over the both of you, chaotic and eruptive.

"It's gonna be dark, Ellie."

"I know, I know. I was, uh—saving the best for last." She quips, hopping off of the rock to stand in front of you.

It felt kind of awkward this way, Ellie fully standing while you sat. You had to look straight up to meet her eyes. It put your head in whirl.

"What, the tattoo? I saw that already."

"No. Something else," She grabs your hand and places it on the bottom hem of her top. Your heart beats a little faster.

"Lift up my shirt."

Your eyes widen as your hand fidgets. You wait for her to keep talking. She doesn't.

"Um...like all the way?" You struggle to find words. "Or—"

"Lift up," her hand grasps yours, guiding it up. "my shirt."

Fabric shifts and the pale flesh of her abdomen comes into view. Her belly is lean—all hard edges and dense muscle. What catches your eye is the long, winding, angry scar tracing along her hip.

Your brain goes into overdrive.

Traumatic injury, surgery needed... most likely...flexor or... IT band tendonitis? Maybe, what, Bursitis? Something...invasive—a tear? Labral tear? Iliopsoas tear? What the fuck was she doing?

"Street fighting." She states. "It's my job."

Your face is blank. You shakily stand.

"Uhhh—you, you better be fucking with me, Ellie." You stutter out. Unconsciously, you move to trace your finger along the scar, feeling the warped, healed skin. "I mean this is...this is serious. This is...surgery."

"Don't I fuckin' know it," she moves her shirt back down, covering the scar. "took me out of the ring for like, eight weeks."

"Jesus—Jesus Christ. How long have you been doing this!?"

"Not much longer than you've been in school, really."

"So, not long. Is what you're saying." your fingers rake through your hair. "This is...this is fucking crazy."

"It's not that—"

"Dina's okay with this? Really. I really don't see how she could be okay with this, like, at all." You argue, cutting her off.

"She wasn't. I had to convince her."

"And how often do you go to the doctor? Once a week? Or do you pretend like you know how to patch yourself up?"

Her face slightly reddens.

"I—I learned how to do it myself. I know how."

"Oh sure. Did you google it? I'm sure google will save you from a life threatening injury."

"Ok, most of them are not 'life threatening'—"

"You don't know that! Not certainly, at least! Not certain enough to be safe!" You exclaim, voice full of anger, but mostly, fear.

She places a hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly. She doesn't talk until you meet her eyes.

"Hey. I am fine. The hip thing was a fluke. Honest. Most of the time nothing fuckin' happens." She assures, her other hand rubbing up and down your arm. You must've looked more upset than you'd realized.

"Ok."

"Just, 'ok'? Are we...good now?" Ellie asks, blue eyes still deeply connected to yours.

"Um...yeah..." You say, partly hesitating. Ellie watches you closely.

"I wanna go with you."

Her face lights up in...shock?, you think, a pleased grin shaping her mouth.

"What—really?"

"If you really want to do...this," you bite your lip. "being there is what would make me feel...better...about it."

"Yeah? That's...I mean, I think that's great," She says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "my own cheerleader."

You step backwards, letting Ellie's hands slide away from your body.

"No, not a cheerleader. A fucking medic. So I'm not sitting home worried about you—dying. I can just be there to help if stuff goes wrong."

"I'm happy either way, princess." She gleams.

As the sun sets, it gets harder to make out the shape of her face. The woods are also quieter, amplifying the subtle sounds of you and Ellie. You wonder about the details of your plan.

"Do I have to pay to get in? How does this...work?"

"No, you're set. Pretty girls get in free—it's a club rule. Y'know, good for business and everything."

You thank the sky for it's darkness, as Ellie is unable to see the rosy hue reaching your cheeks.

"Oh. Okay...good to know."

Ellie steps up, and now familiarly, encloses your hand in hers.

"C'mon. It's too fuckin' dark to stay any longer."

You walk out of the clearing, back into the dense foliage of where you came. Your grip tightens.

"So...have you had girlfriend?" Ellie blurts.

"Um, weird question, but," you look away. "no."

"Just...trying to gauge how good of a lesbian you are. Pretty bad, it seems."

"Oh, fuck off. I've been focusing on...school." You retort, fully knowing how lame it sounds.

If you were being honest, it was just nerves. You didn't have to try for a boyfriend, he basically wouldn't even take 'no' for an answer. But with girls? It was like you froze.

"Hey I'd give you some tips but...I don't think they'd really...apply for you, y'know?"

"No, I don't know. Explain it." You demand.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm trying think of a way where it makes...sense. And won't make you mad."

"I won't get mad Ellie. Just say it." You encourage, now more curious than anything.

She stops walking and turns to you.

"Well, it's like...the roles. The roles you can have."

"What...roles...?"

She huffs a laugh before continuing, and positions her hand to point to herself.

"I'm the type that flusters the girl. The...fluster-er, right?"

She walks forwards, getting so close that you can smell the scents of the forest soaked up in her clothing.

"And you," She says, her finger poking your collarbone. "...are the girl that...is flustered. It's a...a dynamic, yeah?"

Your skin heats and all you can do is gaze at Ellie, who's completely enthused with this discussion. She stays quiet, watching your face intently, despite it being so dark.

"You're making stuff up again. I don't even—I don't even know why I let you talk." You utter.

"See? You're doing it already! It's the fuckin' dynamic princess—you know I'm never wrong." She gushes, pinching at your checks and making them even redder.

"This so stupid. And don't call me that."

It was like the world stopped. As soon as you said it, you could see Ellie's brain distinctly remembering you, in that whiny drunken voice, begging. You won't ever forget it. And neither will Ellie, for completely different reasons.

You knew exactly what she was going to say, so you try and stop her.

"Don't. I don't care what I did yesterday. Just—don't."

She sighs, clearly dropping it. Thank god. Her teeth bite the inside of her cheek.

"Whatever you say, princess."

You don't even acknowledge it, just rolling your eyes as you walk ahead. Stray branches brush over your legs and thighs, feeling like gentle scratches. You slow a bit, waiting for Ellie to join you.

And hold your hand again.

Stepping ahead of you to lead, Ellie does just that. The warmth makes you smile, and you let it own your face, bright and wide. You didn't care. It was dark enough.

"Alright. Stay close."

"I know, Ellie."

#ellie williams x reader #ellie fic #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou fic #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams fic #catsfor2

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the-cannibal · 1 year

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Slashers with a s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things

Have you ever looked at tide pods, erasers, basically anything with a big DO NOT EAT CONTACT POISON CONTROL IF INGESTED sticker on them? Me too! So here’s a funny little thing for that!

Ps: please don’t actually eat any of the things in this- there are alternative things that you can actually eat that are similar to these things!

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

Slashers included: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Vorehees, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair:

“Vinny Vinny Vinny!”

“???”

“Can I eat some of that wax?” You pointed off to the scraps on the table by the art piece he was currently working on.

“?!?!?!” Cue frantic signing - ‘Y/n no- you can’t eat that, it will make you sick! Why would you even want to in the first place?’

You shrugged. “I dunno. It just looks warm and tasty!”

Vincent will now make sure to keep an eye on you anytime you are around wax.

But one day your curiosity won, and he caught you mid lick on one of his sculptures.

Yeah he was all mother hen on you for a while.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo was in his garage (surprise surprise) working on a car. You decided to tag along.

“Hey Bo, can I drink some of that?”

“Sure darlin.” Bo had said without looking up. He has just assumed you were talking about the glass of ice tea he has sitting next to him.

It wasn’t until her heard you spitting up something into the dirt that he actually looked up and saw the bottle of oil in your hand…

“Y/n what the fuck?!” He shouted at you. He was angry sure but he was mostly concerned and didn’t want you to fucking poison yourself, so he stuck two fingers down your throat and forced you to puke.

“Why would you do that?!”

“It looked like root beer!” You shouted between coughs.

“God you’re almost as bad as Lester…”

Jason Vorhees:

Oh if you think this man will even let you get anything inedible anywhere near your mouth you are wrong.

Jason has had to swat out jelly erasers out of your hand while you were working on a drawing because the fake pink strawberry inside it was just too tempting for you. You now only get to use boring white erasers… which you were banned from for a while when you thought they looked like marshmallows.

“Hey Jason, what do you think tidepods taste like?” You are no longer aloud to do laundry by yourself.

But he would help make snacks for you that have said texture of whatever thing you want. Wanna eat sand? Here’s some granola he’s made and crushed up to look and feel like it!

Michael Myers:

You’ve probably eaten a lot of stuff you shouldn’t have- dude isn’t the most observant at first.

But the second he does catch you, he’s watching you like a hawk.

He about yelled at you when he saw you munching on one of his (thankfully clean) jump suits. But he didn’t and instead took it away from you, lightly tapping you on your nose, scolding you like you were a teething puppy.

Actually that is what he saw you as when you’d do this-

He isn’t a cooker or a baker but if he finds anything edible that he thinks would satisfy your cravings then he will take it.

Brahms Heelshire

“New rule! Y/n is not aloud to eat anything without Brahms’ permission!”

“Brahms I don’t think that’s gonna work-“

“THEN STOP TRYING TO EAT THE PIANO KEYS!”

What? The Heelshire’s have a lot of old stuff! A lot of old tasty looking stuff… like the piano and Brahms’ records.

Brahms sometimes feels like a nanny for you when it comes to food. He now sits on the counter and watches you like a bird hunting it’s prey to make sure you aren’t sneaking anything in your mouth you shouldn’t. Don’t worry Brahms! They’d never do that!… would you..?

Billy and Stu:

Stu does the same thing as you.

Billy feels like he needs to keep you both on those little backpacks with those leashes that keep kids from running into traffic.

He has put you two in them before… he calls it ‘dumb snacking jail’

You make a comment about how Billy would know all about being in a jail.

That earned you more time in dumb snacking jail-

“They aren’t hurting anyone!” Stu shouted

“Stu they are trying to eat rocks…”

“It’s not hurting anyone!”

“ITS HURTING THEM-?!”

#bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader #house of wax x reader #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #michael myers #vincent sinclair x reader #billyloomis #stu macher x reader #stumacher #jason vorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #brahms x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire #billy loomis x reader

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irondad-defensesquad · 6 months

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edit (december 6th 2023): this has been getting a lot of notes - thank you for the love btw! - so i just wanted you to know that this idea has a full story! it's right here. thanks again!

tony is checking his notes while he works, when he hears the door opening.

"oh peter, is that you?" he says, a little relieved but also annoyed. "care to explain why you haven't replied to any of my messages-?"

when he looks behind him, though, there's nobody in the lab.

... the meow startles him.

tony finds the black cat sitting on his notebook, and doesn't appear to plan on getting off.

"seriously?" tony groans. "friday, why is the little black hole in here?"

"he is boss jr., isn't that correct?" the A.I. replies rather smugly.

the man glares at the ceiling. "very funny." then he turns to the cat. "why are you like this. i thought cats liked to be alone. but i guess you just love bugging me."

the cat doesn't reply. he dares to lie down, refusing to let tony work. before they settle on yet another glaring contest today, the older man's phone vibrates on the desk, much to the cat's curiosity. tony quickly takes it and sees he has new text messages from peter.

peter: sorry mr stark, i can't come over today

peter: i have a decathlon meeting and i can't miss it

tony audibly groans. yeah, of course. obviously.

then peter sends another one.

peter: how is tony jr? is he behaving?

tony aggressively texts back.

tony: that is not his name. and no, he's being a little menace, alright. he ruined my couch, he knocked my favorite mug over, and now he won't let me work.

peter: aww mr stark, he just wants attention!

tony: yeah, but he doesn't have to be such a little shit.

peter: stop being mean to him!!!

tony: he's being mean to me.

tony: so what, i'm gonna be stuck with him for another night?

the teen spends a while writing the next text, which becomes many of them, probably indicating he's anxious.

peter: look mr stark i'm sorry i forced you to look after him

peter: i just couldn't leave him in the cold and aunt may already has a lot in her plate

peter: but i didn't mean to make you mad either

peter: i promise i'll try to come over as soon as i can to take him to the shelter

tony's anger fades. he sighs it out.

tony: kid, it's fine. i get it. you have a good heart and i'm proud of you for that. i just wasn't ready to have a stray cat home.

tony: but this isn't your fault, okay? you did the right thing.

he almost texts more but decides not to.

peter: ok mr stark

peter: i'll try to get him to the shelter by the end of the week

tony: no pressure, kiddo.

when he thinks it's over, peter sends yet another one.

peter: hey mr stark? could you take a pic of him? i miss his little face 🥺

tony rolls his eyes and positions the starkphone in front of the cat. the little feline seems to notice it and looks back. and he tilts his head almost instantly. though tony knows it's not out of confusion - it's like he's posing for the photo.

the hero sends it to peter.

who in turn, replies with several stickers of people exploding with heart emojis.

peter: omg!!!! bby!!!! i would die for him!!!!

tony: please don't.

peter: aww he even posed!

peter: guess he rlly takes after you 😊

tony: he is still not my cat.

peter: still... just be good to him until i get back ok? he just wants some company

you don't get it, pete. i'm irresponsible and i ruin everything i touch.

tony doesn't send that.

instead, tony looks at the cat deep into his golden eyes.

his hand approaches the little void. he expects to get bitten or scratched like he has been all day. but worse...

i ruin everything i touch, and i'm going to kill another innocent creature. i'm going to kill him. i'm going to kill him.

...

the cat is snuggling against his hand, purring.

then he lets tony pet his whole body and his tail touches his fingers.

indeed... all the cat ever wanted was love and attention. the things he never had in the past.

with a relieved smile on his face, tony finally answers peter.

tony: okay.

just a simple reply. but many promises.

#irondad #tony jr. the cat #(a new tag???????? mayhaps????)#fics #my fics #drabble #(this got long lmao and it's not even the finished product)#anyway #tony stark in: the dad who didn't want the pet but adopted it anyway the saga

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travlersjoy444 · 1 year

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2012 Raph x reader Incorrect Quotes

Uhm...mostly, that is. There's a few that are just random TMNT 2012 incorrect quotes. This was very fun for me. Might do it again sometime if the mood strikes.

***

(Y/N), skipping rocks on a lake with Raph: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Raph: Yeah, it is.

Raph: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

***

(Y/N): Why does Leo always do the laundry so loudly?

Raph: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.

Leo, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

***

Raph: You’re giving me a sticker?

Mikey: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Raph: I’m not a preschooler.

Mikey: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Raph: I earned this, back off.

***

Raph: Why am I always the bad guy?

(Y/N): Well, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

***

(Y/N): Is Raph always like this when they lose?

Mikey: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the fabled 'Great Jenga Tantrum'.

Raph: yOU BUMPED THAT TABLE AND YOU KNOW IT!

***

(Y/N): Hey, wanna help me commit arson?

Leo: What the hell!?

(Y/N): Oh, sorry, my bad.

(Y/N), whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?

Leo, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

***

Casey: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?

Raph: Not again...

Casey: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.

(Y/N): Just wait until you hear about whales.

Casey: What now?

***

Casey on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Casey on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

***

(Y/N): When I met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Raph: What changed your mind?

(Y/N): Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

***

Leo: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.

Raph, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.

(Y/N), who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.

Raph: Coming right up.

***

Casey: It’s funny how well you and Raph get along. Didn’t they hate you at first?

(Y/N): Raph hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

***

Casey: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Donnie: No, that's not how you make cookies.

(Y/N): FLOOR IT!!

Casey: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Donnie: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Casey: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Raph: DO IT!

Donnie: NO-

***

Raph: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

(Y/N): What the hell do you do?

Raph: I die? What kinda question…

***

(Y/N): I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Raph: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

(Y/N): You don’t have to wear…

Raph: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

***

Raph: *sneaking in through their window*

Leo: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Raph: I was with (Y/N)?

(Y/N): *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

***

Raph, at (Y/N)'s funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Raph, leaning over (Y/N)′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

(Y/N): Yeah, no shit.

***

Raph: (Y/N), I don't like you.

(Y/N): What did you say?

Raph: You heard me!

(Y/N), internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said.

***

*(Y/N) sneezes*

Raph: (Y/N), are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*Donnie sneezes*

Raph: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

***

(Y/N): Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Raph: ...So...as enemies??

(Y/N):

***

Raph: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

(Y/N): It was me...

Raph: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

***

Kidnapper: I have your partner.

(Y/N): What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

(Y/N): Oh my god, you have Raph.

***

Raph: I want to kiss you.

(Y/N), not paying attention: What?

Raph: I said if you die, I won't miss you.

***

*(Y/N) is crying after a breakup*

Raph: There there, (Y/N).

(Y/N), still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

Raph: Great question—

***

Raph: *yawns*

(Y/N): Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Raph: Then you must be exhausted.

Leo: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

***

Raph: Watcha doin?

(Y/N): Stealing my neighbour’s cat.

Raph: Scandalous.

Raph: Can I help?

***

(Y/N): Come on, Leo. Nobody actually believes that Raph is in love with me.

Leo, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Raph is helplessly in love with (Y/N).

*Everyone raises their hand*

(Y/N): Raph, put your hand down.

***

(Y/N): Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Raph: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

(Y/N): Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Leo, on a walkie talkie: This is Leo, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

***

Mikey: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Raph: Screw that, I’m not kissing anyone.

*(Y/N) walks in*

Raph: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

***

Raph: If you want my advice-

Donnie: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.

Raph: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.

(Y/N): It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

***

Casey: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

Raph: Throw rocks at he.

Mikey: Hot Dogs.

(Y/N): Kill him.

Casey: Thanks guys.

***

Leo: Why do you look like that?

Raph, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Leo: Like you’re dead.

Raph: It’s because I’m dying. Fuck off.

Casey: Raph accidentally called (Y/N) “babe” in front of everyone today.

Raph: *sobs into the floor*

***

(Y/N): I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Raph: Um...Neat.

*later*

Raph, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Donnie. Who the fuck says neat these days?

It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Donnie, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Raph. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Casey confessed their love for me?

Raph: Didn't you thank them?

Donnie: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.

***

(Y/N): How would you like your coffee?

Raph: As dark as my soul.

(Y/N): Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

***

(Y/N): Raph, I need some advice.

Raph: You need advice from ME?

(Y/N): Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

***

(Y/N): *sighs* I have no friends...

Raph:

Raph: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

***

Leo: You need to stop swearing so much.

Raph: Shut the fuck up.

Leo: Yeah, that's not how you do it.

Raph: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it.

Leo: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine.

Raph: Shit the beep up.

Leo:

Raph: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

***

Raph: *is throwing stones at (Y/N)'s window*

(Y/N): You have a phone for a reason, Raph!

*THUD*

(Y/N): DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt 2012 raph x reader #raph x reader #tmnt 2012 raph #2k12 raph x reader #2k12 raph

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nicohischierz · 9 months

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icy roads: mark estapa

warnings: car crash, hospitals and flatlining

tagging: @ivy-34, @hzstry8, @francesfarhadi, @cixrosie, @heartz4hisch, @trevs-swiftie, text me or fill the form if you want to join the taglist!!

you were making your way up to michigan to see your brothers tyler and dylan.

it became custom when you and dylan joined university that you'd visit each other whenever possible. you were the one who did most of the driving considering his hectic game schedule.

so this weekend was no different.

you finished classes early and it was just in time for a long weekend. so you packed all your things in your car for the three hour drive ahead of you.

"hey dyl, i'm just getting started on the journey. i should get to aa around like the afternoon," you left your brother a message.

you then facetimed your boyfriend. the michigan native answered his phone immediately.

"hi gorgeous," he answered, moving into his room and locking the door.

"hi marky, i was trying to get through to dyl but he’s not answering,” you explained.

“yeah, we were playing a game of monopoly and your brothers got into a fight about rent or something,” mark drawled on.

you rolled your eyes at your brothers childish antiques. mark chuckled at your expression before he fell on his bed.

“you’re staying with duker right?” he asked.

you shrugged “i hope so, i don’t feel like sleeping in a dorm again,”

your conversation was cut short when someone entered marks room. “yo stop sign, we’re gonna grab something to eat before y/n gets here,” ethan called out.

“oh hey y/n, how’s the drive?” he asked once he spotted you in the phone.

“it’s going great eddy. except for the fact that i am almost out of gas now and i need food,” you complained.

you had spoken to mark for over an hour of your journey. how he managed to stay away from the boys that long was beyond you but it helped with the boring journey.

“you fill your tank and i’ll see you when you get here,” mark wished you goodbye and sent you a kiss before ending the call.

as you headed into the station and grabbed some snacks, you texted your brothers your eta and thanked the cashier before walking out, sour patch kids in hand.

the roads were getting more slippery as you approached ann arbor causing you to slow down just a little.

it all happened so fast.

you were taking a bend when your car slide off the road, driving off road into a tree.

the impact of the car caused you to hit your head on the dashboard. you were knocked out immediately not hearing the shouts asking if you were alright.

meanwhile, back in michigan your brothers were wondering where you were. “wait when you checked her location last where was she?” dylan asked.

tyler pulled his phone out and check find my iphone “she was at this exact spot dude, i swear to you,” he explained.

now that got all the boys worried.

so ethan, mark, tyler and dylan all piled into a car and drove to your location.

“dude, why are there so many police cars?” ethan asked.

his question was answered when the boys pulled up to the side, tyler noticed his sisters license plate and her sticker saying ‘osu mum’.

the younger duke brother made a dash towards his sisters car. dylan followed after with mark.

“woah. woah, you guys can’t be here,” a cop told the three boys.

“no, sir that’s my sister,” dylan explained. tyler had tears coming out of his eyes as he watched his sister be pulled out of on a stretcher.

the cops face softened as he ushered the two brothers to follow him. “you guys get in the ambulance, your friends can follow and i’ll be there soon okay,” he explained.

tyler and dylan wasted no time climbing into the back of the ambulance. mark headed back to the car, his hands shaking.

ethan was quick to notice and strapped him into the passenger seat. “mark, she’s going to be okay. it’s y/n she’s going to pull through,” he reassured his friend.

ethan and mark called the rest of the group telling them what happened and they didn’t even stop for a second before they headed towards the hospital.

ethan and mark met tyler and dylan in the waiting room.

"they took her to do some scans. they say say it's not anything major but umm, they want to make sure there isn't any like internal bleeding or anything," tyler mumbled.

mark wrapped the younger duke brother in a hug. he knew how close you and tyler were so he took it upon himself to look after the boy.

it was pretty soon after that the rest of the michigan boys showed up. tyler had texted some of your friends from osu telling them what happened as they blew up your phone.

the cop who brought the boys to the hospital handed dylan and tyler your suitcase and waited with the brothers and their friends.

it was quiet in the hospital as the doctors finished doing some checks on you before letting dylan and tyler in. your parents were trying to find the fastest way to see you guys but till they came it was your brothers that took care of everything.

but by some unfortunate luck, when dylan and tyler had finally been allowed to see you, your ecg started beeping like crazy. the two brothers watched as nurses and doctors flocked into your room pushing the two out.

mark rushed over to your room to see what was happening and watched as your once steady heartbeat went flat. tyler was crying hysterically as rutger and frank tried comforting their friend.

ethan held onto dylan, the older boy trying to maintain a strong face for his younger brother.

but mark couldn't handle it. his chest felt tight and he felt like he couldn't breathe. his ears were ringing and the only thing he wanted was to be in your arms.

"kiddo are you okay?" the cop asked.

the question brought everyone's attention towards mark. the michigan native clutched onto his chest as he looked dylan in the eyes.

the look was all dylan needed to know.

dylan wanted to scream at his teammate. how could mark go against the one unspoken law they had all agreed on. don't date your friends sister.

tyler hadn't caught on yet. but as he was about to ask his brother what was wrong a nurse came out of your room.

"are you guys y/n dukes family?" she asked.

the boys all nodded, forgetting the moment of tension.

"she's going to be alright. it seems that she was waking up and her tracker slipped," she explained.

tyler wanted to go in and see his sister but the nurse added "is there a boy named mark here. she was asking for him earlier,"

mark stepped forward and followed after the nurse. but before he went in, he grabbed onto tyler’s arm and pulled him along.

“i know she’d want to see you too,” he whispered

#mark estapa imagine #umich imagines #nicohischierz writes #tw: car crash #tw: hospital

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harrywavycurly · 10 months

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What about Barbie!Reader seeing a phone for the first time?🥺❤️

Hiii lovey!! This went more funny than I thought it would but I hope you enjoy this conversation!💖

*Eddie really doesn’t know if you’re joking or not*

“Eddie this…this thing on the counter is uhm…doing something and making noise.” “The what?…oh that’s just my phone.” “What’s it doing?” “Uh it’s ringing and…vibrating.” “What kind of accessory is that? Why do you need something that makes noise and…vibrates?” “Uhm…uh it’s not…an accessory it’s a phone? Don’t..don’t you have one?” “I do but it’s just a little pink rectangle…with a sticker on it that looks like a screen…is this a real one?..it’s heavy and…ugly.” “Ugly? It’s just a phone it doesn’t need to be pretty.” “Even just a phone can be pretty.” “Right..of course.” “Oh this feels nice is this what it’s for?” “I have to be dreaming…” “oh man it stopped…Eddie fix it.” “It’s a phone not a back massager…it stopped because the person calling hung up…” “someone was calling?” “Yeah it’s how..people can talk to each other when we aren’t in the same house.” “See that’s why Dream houses don’t have walls so we can see each other even from across the street and talk to each other! You guys should just do that.” “Uh…yeah..I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” “Oh someone’s calling again…what do I do?” “Just hit the green button and say hello.” “Okay…uh green button..Hi this is Barbie!” “Good…no you’re supposed to…stay on the phone…not just walk away…and now I’m talking to myself…awesome.”

#Eddie Munson x Barbie!Reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #modern!eddie munson #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby #Barbie convos

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Ok Rome hear me out omega Mikey who has a son that goes to daycare or preschool with omega Reader as teacher and son is like why isn’t he my other dad yet? While Mikey is just trying to look cool in front of reader but just making a fool of himself trying to get a date 👀

It's the fact that I have been thinking the same idea wt

Also, would y'all consider following me on twitch? It would really mean a lot and would really help me out as I only need 11 followers to hit affiliate

Mikey was down bad for his sons preschool teacher (name) (lastname).

The Omega was so fucking fine and Mikey was so hopelessly in love with the Omega.

"Mr.(lastname)!" (Sons name) squealed out as he got out of the motorcycle car seat and onto the ground, rushing to the teacher "oh hello! How was your weekend?" (Name) asked crouching before the pup who swayed his body happily "it was good! Papa took me to work!"

"Really that must have been fun!"

"It was! He and uncle Iza took me to a fancy redront!"

"It's restaurant bud" Mikey said walking up to the two from his motorcycle with a lopsided grin, raking his hand through his hair as he tried to look cool...only to trip over the little backpack his son dropped a few feet away.

"Mr Sano! Are you alright!" (Name) rushed to the tattooed man with the tiny pup "I'm alright... Just fell for you I suppose" Mikey tried playing it off but his bloody nose said other wise.

The gang leader was not looking really cool infront of the pretty omega who led him into the nurses office "the nurse isn't here yet so let me fix you up--here (sons name), why don't you help me by counting these stickers so we have enough today"

"Ok Mr.(lastname)!" The pup loved helping as he immediately tried counting, the two adults knowing he would not get far as he was still figuring out numbers past 7.

"Ok let's clean you up" (name) said getting the things needed and gently began cleaning the blood off Mikey's face, getting close and the Alpha could smell the pharamones off (name) and it took everything in him not to press his face into his neck for both the reason of that would be embarrassing as hell and he was covered in blood.

"Now we only have (cartoon) and (other cartoon) bandaids so what one do you want Mr. Sano?" (Name) asked with a smile and Mikey pretended to give it deep thought before pointing to a box "Excellent choice!"

(Name) gently patched the Alpha up "there, good as new!"

Mikey watched as (name) grabbed two lollies from a bowl and handed one to Mikey and one to the pup who squealed at the treat "Mr.(lastname), why aren't you also my papa?" The little boy asked curiously and (name) didn't know how to respond to the boy "well usually it starts with a date before it can get to that bud" Mikey said to his kid who slwoly nodded "well why you guys not dating!" The boy asked frustrated "I'm working on it kiddo" Mikey said "go to class yeah? I'll return your teacher in a second"

The toddler huffed and wandered off to class, giving his dad a look before closing the door "kids really just say whatever" Mikey said, feeling as if his chance was ruined and (name) just smiled "if you don't wanna see me again that's fine"

"Hey now, can't give my verdict till we go on this so called date"

"Really?" Mikey asked and (name) couldn't help but find the man cute covered in Band-Aids and a slight black eye and (name) just shrugged "here's my number, call me?"

Mikey was so down bad for the Omega who wrote his number on Mikey's hand and wandered out.

He was gonna fucking marry him.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #mikey tokyo revengers

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sinnabee · 2 months

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quick life update:

I BOUGHT A FUCKIN HOUSE!!!! AAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it’s absolUTELY crazy you guys!!! i had to pull from my retirement to do it, there were a few oh god it’s gonna fall through moments, but i did it!!!! :DDD

not gonna be online as much for a bit, because i’m moving!!!! i paid my rent for april and my roommate is giving me the month to move out. the plan is to get as much stuff moved over in boxes myself before renting a truck so my brother can help me cart all the furniture over there ^^

ideally myself, my girlfriend, and some friends are also gonna try and get the rooms painted before we get the BIG stuff in there.

to all of you who still have sticker or charm orders that haven’t gotten to you yet: i know!!! i’m so sorry, but this is what’s been putting it off and off and off! i’ll try and send out what i can, but most likely, i won’t be able to get anything out right now until the end of april. i probably also won’t be able to stream much if at all, since i’m packing! (this is why the shop is closed atm also)

i’ve gotten most of my utilities sorted out, but i’ve still gotta file my 2023 taxes and do some other house things, like mess with the security system (??) they left.

but yeah!!!! i’m really pumped!!! i can finally have my furniture and stuff in more than one room! paint the walls! hang up shelves!!! once i’m settled i should finally have a dedicated space for stickers and art and streams, instead of doing it all out of my bedroom haha. so hopefully in the future, i’ll be a LOT more capable of keeping up with demand. ^^

i also just wanted to say thanks for all of the support from all my friends and moots and just!!!! everybody!!! special shout-out to the dca fandom for getting me into streaming and sticker making and just being a delight in general, y’all have changed my life for the better <3

ANYWAY. that’s what’s going on with me! i love u guys and i’m still around, just busy for a while! <3

#sinna babbles #life update #aaaaaa #fr fr i love the dca fandom so much #those silly little jester boys have changed my brain chemistry /pos #i have made a ton of friends and just;;;; sorry y’all i’m being emo and gay on main lmao #YIPPEEEEE

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myballsyourballs · 2 years

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Owwww I loved your secret admirer thing sm!! I'd love to request something following up to it? If that's fine :)

So what about the reader living the true y/n life and Katsuki, Izuku and Shoto all simultaneously pulling the secret admirer thing and they find out about the others👁️👁️

So basically the characters reacting to the other two characters being your secret admirer as well ?

secret admirer? pt. 2

bakugo, midoriya, todoroki (seperate) x m! reader

warnings: none

genre: fluffy headcanons

notes: …….do we want a part 3

masterlist | make a request | part one | part three

bakugo !

Bakugo glared at the neatly wrapped gift on your desk. The skin on his knuckles was taut and white, blunt fingernails digging into the palm of his hand. As he watched Todoroki return to his seat, hands now empty, his anger worsened.

"For fucks sake..."

of course, this guy is possessive and jealous as soon as he finds out that todoroki and midoriya are secret admirers of yours

he finds out very quickly since he’s pretty damn smart

he’s just glad that you can differentiate their handwriting

you’re aware you’ve got 3 admirers (though you’re pretty shocked how)

he’ll confront both of them pretty quickly

he’s angry, but he’s aware they’re not gonna stop — so he’s the one to declare a competition.

finding out only spurs him on

he ups his game a lot

at this point he’s basically cooking and/or baking nearly every day to perfect his recipes

will cook the same dish over and over until he knows it’s absolutely perfect for you (doesn’t take long though — he’s an amazing cook)

he starts fighting flashier when he’s fighting/sparring with either todoroki or midoriya (basically he’s showing off)

he’s trying to outshine them to the best of his ability

he always tries his best in everything

but for you? he tries even harder

he’ll start making more gifts for you

as in making little origami things as well as the food

these little origami things are complicated and intricate as fuck

he puts his all into them

starts getting more bold with you in person too

flirting pretty openly (albeit aggressively)

it’s like he’s staking a claim on you or something

arm around the back of your chair at lunch

pats you on the shoulder when you did something well

just a little more touching

and staring

he’ll ask to spar with you and train with you to look at your muscles

plus if you ever need help in a specific subject? he’s there

midoriya !

"You guys are his other secret admirers."

Midoriya stumbled, shock evident in his widened eyes and dropped jaw. What!? How'd he find out!? I swear I was super secre--

"I swear to god, I'm gonna get him to like me before you dipshits even stand a chance. Better back the fuck off sooner rather than later, alright?"

"Well if that's how you want it to go, Kacchan..." Midoriya's fists shook at his sides, "I'm gonna fight for him too!"

midoriya gets kind of insecure

i mean, todoroki and bakugo are so amazing — with cool quirks and awesome fighting styles

he’s just… deku

BUT

this only adds to his determination

he almost treats it like becoming the no. 1 hero even though he knows that bakugo and todoroki are his competition

if he, a previously quirkless boy, can become the no. 1 hero, then he can surely score you as well

returns the declaration of war to both bakugo and todoroki

he adds more emotions to his little letters for you

starts adding stickers to them too!!

(hero themed of course)

(and some of the stickers are scented)

tries to hang out with you as much as he possibly can

starts recommending movies to you that he conveniently occasionally starts watching when he’s in the common room of heights alliance

“what are you watching midoriya?”

“oh, just [movie name]”

“really? someone actually recommended that to me… is it any good?”

“yeah! do you want me to restart it? we can watch it together”

what a strategic guy

he’d try to initiate more contact with you in front of todoroki or bakugo

but either he’d cower in front of bakugo

or he wouldn’t muster up the courage to

and if he does initiate contact in front of them

he turns into the most flustered, babbling mess ever

and bakugo starts seething

but it’s ok midoriya will sacrifice himself in order to touch you

todoroki !

"You guys are his other secret admirers."

Ah. He knows.

"I swear to god, I'm gonna get him to like me before you dipshits even stand a chance. Better back the fuck off sooner rather than later, alright?"

Todoroki looked to the side, drowning out the heated argument between Midoriya and Bakugo. I'm going to try my hardest. He was determined to make you his boyfriend, no matter what.

this guy is tired of being told what to do

so even if bakugo or midoriya tell him

he’s not backing down

also ups his game

starts making his notes for you a little longer

googles how to flirt so that he can try it in person (albeit badly)

he'll add more little doodles of you in his notes too

and more hearts

lots of little hearts

'accidentally' freezes bakugo and midoriya in hero training classes

a lot

he'll try to be a very extreme version of a gentleman for you

you swear he teleports to doors just so he can open them for you

randomly has bursts of really flirty contact with you and then goes back to normal

"you have something..." he gestured towards the corner of his mouth.

you wiped at your mouth.

"no, you..." he leaned forward, raising a cold hand to your face and wiping away the little piece of rice.

glancing at the food on his thumb, he held eye contact with you while he stuck it in his mouth.

"t--todoroki?????"

and then he just continues like nothing happened

this guy will give you whiplash

the specific gifts he gives you won't change much but they'll get more romantic

some things that have engravings on them will have super corny lines on them

"you are my sun. the light in my life."

etc etc

very cheesy but again, also very romantic

tries to hang out with you more

he gets jealous when he sees you with bakugo or midoriya (not as much as bakugo but still a decent amount)

basically puts as much time as he can into wooing you

you mean so much to him

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danicamaximoff · 6 months

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Pretend To Be Nice | Chapter Two

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Chapter Two: The Pussycats

Summary: A few months after forming their band "The Pussycats", Hazel and her friends PJ and Josie get noticed by a record label, and are quickly skyrocketed into fame. It's a dream come true for them, and all three of their lives are flipped upside down. Their quick arrival on the scene quickly draws the attention of many other artists and bands, including a popular girl band called "Nymphology". Unfortunately for Hazel, a mix-up and unintentional awful encounter ends up creating tension between the two groups right before they all leave for Nymphology's upcoming tour. Now forced to frequently interact with someone who she was convinced couldn't stand her, Hazel is desperately trying to fix things with the band's lead guitarist. However it doesn't help that Y/N is actively avoiding Hazel as much as possible, and the fact that Hazel found her insanely hot definitely didn't make things any easier.

Warnings: angst, rockstar au, eventual smut, slowburn, swearing, occasional alcohol mentions/use

Word Count: 4323

“How about Ninja Cupcakes?” Hazel asks as she spins around on her desk chair. PJ and Josie were currently hanging out in her dorm room as the three of them tried to come up with a name for their band, but so far hadn’t had any luck.

“That could be fun.” Josie says as she nods her head and plays with the strings of her hoodie.

“We are not calling the band Ninja Cupcakes, that’s fucking stupid!” PJ says as she rolls her eyes and paces the floor of Hazel’s dorm.

“I think it’s funny.” Josie says with a shrug, which just makes PJ scoff.

“No, we have to have something cool, that’s too childish.” PJ says as she rolls her eyes.

“Okay… How about The Destroyers of something? That’s badass.” Josie says as she holds her hands up and shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe if we were a metal band.” PJ says as she continues pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a band name.

As she paces, Hazel continues to spin around in her desk chair absentmindedly before kicking her feet out and stopping in front of her desk. Drumming her fingers on the edge as she tilts her head back and thinks, she lets out a huff of air as she looks at the cat stickers she had on the whiteboard she used to keep track of her schedule. She raises her eyebrows as she gets an idea, letting out a small hum of approval to herself.

“What if we called ourselves The Pussycats?” Hazel asks as she spins around to look at PJ and Josie.

“The Pussycats?” Josie repeats as she looks over at Hazel.

“Yeah.” Hazel says as she nods her head a bit. “You know, cause, we’re all girls. And we like pus-” Hazel starts to say, before PJ cuts her off.

“Hazel, that's genius!” PJ yells as she throws her arms out in excitement. “Oh my god, that would totally work! Just walk onstage and be like “We’re The Pussycats and we’re gonna fuck your mom and shit!” Everyone will love us!” She says as she pretends to talk into a microphone.

“I don't think-” “Maybe don’t-” Both Josie and Hazel say in response to PJ’s sentence as they both shake her heads.

“I’m not being serious, it just makes us sound cool, I’m not actually going to say that!” PJ says as she rolls her eyes with annoyance.

“I mean I would hope so!” Josie says as she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t think people would enjoy us fucking their moms.” Hazel says as she shakes her head.

“We’re not fucking anyones moms! It was a joke!” PJ exclaims as she lets out an exasperated groan.

“Okay, well, it didn’t sound like a joke, it sounded like you were being serious!” Hazel says defensively as she shrugs and furrows her eyebrows.

“Why the fuck would I actually say that at our first actual gig?” PJ says as she gives Hazel a look, holding her arms out in annoyance and confusion.

“Yeah, that’s like at least a 3-gigs in kind of phrase.” Josie jokes as she nods her head.

“I don’t know! Maybe someone at the party has a really hot mom! I don’t know the inner workings of your sex life, PJ!” Hazel says to PJ with an annoyed glare.

“Hazel, she can’t even get a girl to say yes to a date, why would she be able to fuck someone’s mom?” Josie asks as she gives Hazel a confused look.

“Hey!” PJ says defensively to Josie.

“Well I dunno, girls say yes to sex with me and I don’t ask them out. Dates and sex are two different things, it’s called hooking up for a reason.” Hazel says nonchalantly as she shrugs.

“Okay, enough about our sex lives!” PJ says as she throws her arm up dramatically, and there's a few moments of awkward silence before Hazel talks again, switching the subject.

“Hey, do you guys think it would be fun if we all wore matching outfits or something?” Hazel asks as she looks back and forth at PJ and Josie.

“What do you mean? Like we get matching shirts for the band?” Josie asks as she gives Hazel a confused look.

“We could make merch and sell it!” PJ says excitedly.

“You kind of need a fan base to make merch for in order for that to work.” Josie says as she gives PJ a skeptical look.

“My mom would buy a shirt! And probably my Econ professor too! I told him about the band!” Hazel says with a smile.

“We are not making merch for your Econ teacher.” PJ says as she glares at Hazel.

“Okay, well, we could!” Hazel says as she shrugs defensively, and PJ just rolls her eyes. “So is that a no on matching outfits? Cause I think it would be sick” Hazel says as she looks back and forth between PJ and Josie.

“Yeah Hazel, totally, let’s go to Party City or something, and find stupid Halloween costumes and show up on Friday looking like elementary schoolers or something stupid like that.” PJ says, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she rolls her eyes.

“Well I wasn’t thinking like full on costumes, but if that’s-” Hazel starts to say before PJ cuts her off.

“Oh my god, enough talking about costumes! We need to talk about something important, like our setlist! I need you guys to stop slacking off and focus on the band!” PJ says as she groans and rolls her eyes in annoyance, which just makes Josie glare at her and shake her head from where she was sitting on Hazel’s bed.

That Friday night at around 7pm, the party was just starting to kick off, and Josie and PJ were talking to the host, Hazel nowhere to be found.

“So uh… Isn’t there supposed to be three of you? My sister said you guys were a trio.” Scott says as he gives PJ and Josie a confused look.

“We are! Hazel’s- she’s on her way!” Josie says as she frantically nods her head, clearly very nervous.

“Yeah, she just, uh- she’s out smoking drugs and stuff, you know how it is.” PJ says as she laughs and tries to act cool and she waves her wand at Scott nonchalantly.

“Smoking drugs?” Scott asks with a confused look as he glances over at PJ.

“No! No, no, no, no, no. That’s a lie! She’s not smoking dr- She’s on her way!” Josie quickly says as she frantically shakes her head, eyes wide.

“Okay?” Scott says with a confused look, clearly having a hard time following the conversation. “Just make sure she gets here soon, you guys were supposed to start five minutes ago.” Scott says as he gives PJ and Josie a weird look, clearly second-guessing the fact that he agreed to let them play at the party. Fortunately, as if on cue, Hazel arrives, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, Party City had a lot more stuff than I expected.” Hazel says as she appears beside Josie, making her jump in surprise.

“Are you the third one?” Scott asks as he furrows his brows at Hazel.

“Yeah! I’m Hazel.” She says with a smile as she looks at Scott. “Thanks for letting us play by the way!”

“Yeah, sure, just don’t fuck up.” Scott says as he gives the three of them a skeptical look. “Just head up there when you’re ready, I guess.” He says as he gestures to the make-shift stage he had set up in the backyard, before walking away.

“Where the fuck have you been?” PJ asks as she immediately turns to Hazel, glaring at her.

“I told you, I had to go to Party City to get the costume stuff.” Hazel says as she looks at PJ, a slightly confused look in her eyes at PJ’s attitude.

“Costumes? What costumes?” Josie asks with a confused look.

“Hazel, what are you talking about?” PJ asks as she shakes her head.

“You said we should all wear matching costumes from Party City.” Hazel says as she gives PJ and Josie a dumbfounded look, not understanding how they forget about their conversation. “It was right after we got into an argument about fucking people’s moms.”

“What? Are you fucking kidding me right now? I was being sarcastic! We’re going to look stupid if we wear costumes! This isn’t even a Halloween party!” PJ says angrily as she snaps at Hazel.

“Well how was I supposed to know that? You didn’t tell me you were joking!” Hazel says defensively as she scrunches her face up in annoyance. “Besides, I got cool stuff, not the lame shit!”

“Oh, you got cool stuff? Really? Thank you Hazel, Thank you so much.” PJ says sarcastically as she gives Hazel an annoyed look.

“Yes! I did! I got cool stuff! Look!” Hazel says as she pulls out a pair of cat ears from the bag. “I thought it would be fun if we all wore cat ears because our band is called The Pussycats! It’s funny!” She says as she grins and nods her head.

“I am not wearing cat ears in front of a party full of people! People are going to think it’s ridiculous!” PJ says angrily as she shakes her head.

“It’s not ridiculous, it’s funny! Emma thought it was a good idea!” Hazel says defensively.

“Who’s Emma?” Josie asks as she gives Hazel a confused look.

“She’s in my Calculus class! She’s the one that asked us to play!” Hazel says as she rolls her eyes. “Will you guys just please wear the cat ears? I really think they’re a good idea.” Hazel says as she pleads with Josie and PJ, giving them puppy dog eyes.

“I mean I’ll wear them. What have we got to lose, right?” Josie says as she shrugs and grabs a pair from Hazel, who grins widely. PJ stares at them both for a second, before throwing her head back and groaning loudly in annoyance.

“Okay, fine, we’ll wear the stupid ears! But when everyone laughs at us, that is not my fault!” PJ says as she groans in defeat and grabs a pair of cat ears with a scowl.

“Yes! I am telling you, this is going to be so cool, everyone is going to love us!” Hazel says as she punches the air in victory, an excited smile on her face as she puts a pair on her head.

“Whatever, can we just go perform now?” PJ says as she rolls her eyes in annoyance and starts walking towards the stage, pulling Josie with her. Hazel shrugs to herself and then turns to follow, well accustomed to PJ’s attitude by now, so it didn’t really bother her.

Once the three of them arrive onto the makeshift stage, they grab their designated instruments, Josie fiddling with the strings of her guitar as she glances at the party-goers nervously. Hazel takes a seat at the drums, giving Josie an eager thumbs up and smile when she looks back at her, as the speakers blasting music fade out, the music guy giving the three of them a thumbs up and a nod, a sign that they were good to start performing.

Hazel had a few expectations for how PJ would introduce the band. She knew PJ had said she was going to say they were all going to fuck people’s moms, but she and Josie had shot that down immediately, so Hazel was almost 75% sure PJ wasn’t using that as an intro. She also figured there was a chance PJ would try and fail to seem cool, and say something stupid, as that happened a lot. Of course there was also the chance an asteroid comes shooting in from space and crashes straight into the party. Ideally Hazel wasn’t part of the casualties if that happened. Then again, the actual ideal situation would probably just be for no asteroid strike at all. Yeah, that was definitely the actual ideal scenario.

Long story short, Hazel had run different scenarios on how their set would play out, and how people would react, unfortunately, she had not accounted for the fact that PJ was not the same, and had not thought this through on her end at all. So as you can imagine, Hazel was definitely thrown off guard a bit when PJ grabbed the mic to introduce the band and just started saying the first things that popped into her head, any hint of nerves or anything hidden behind her “cool girl” facade she was currently trying to show.

“Sup fuckers! My name’s PJ, this is Josie, and that’s Hazel! We’re The Pussycats, and we’re here to cool ass music and fuck your moms!” PJ practically yells into the microphone, making both Hazel’s and Josie’s eyes go wide.

Okay, so, maybe that 75% chance was actually a 100% chance. Hazel looks out at the party-goers, letting out a breath of relief as she hears some of them yell out and cheer in approval.

“Fuck yeah!” She hears some frat boy yell out among the other few cheers, and turns to see PJ looking at her expectantly, clearly expecting Hazel to start playing already. Taking a deep breath, Hazel holds up her drumsticks above her head, ready to start playing.

“One! Two! Three! Four!” She yells out as loud as she can, and then her sticks come crashing down as she begins playing, marking the official start of their first ever party gig.

“Dude, where the fuck is Hazel?” PJ asks as her and Josie wander through the party, looking for their friend, who had disappeared a little bit after the gig after telling them she was going to go grab a drink.

Their set had luckily been a huge hit, most of the people in the backyard jamming out to the songs, regardless of the fact that they pretty much knew none of the songs besides the couple covers they performed. Sure, most of them were probably shit-faced, but as PJ put it afterwards: “Josie who the fuck cares if their drunk? They loved us!” Hazel sort of agreed with PJ on that. Definitely not fully, as she didn’t want people dying of alcohol poisoning or anything, but technically PJ was right about them loving the set, so that had to count for something.

Scott had even come up to them after, patting them on the backs excitedly, clearly drunk, but was rambling on and on about how good they were, and he never doubted them (that was definitely a lie), and how they needed to play at more of his and his friends' parties in the future. PJ immediately said yes, and when she began talking to Scott and the people that were around who were congratulating the three of them on their set, eager to gain popularity points, Hazel quickly grew bored, and had said she was going to grab a drink before heading off towards the door back inside to the kitchen.

She had meant to head back to Josie and PJ. Honestly, she had. But while she was grabbing a drink, this really hot girl had come up to her, and Hazel wasn’t a dumbass, so naturally she kept the conversation going.

“I like your ears.” the girl had said as she walked up to the kitchen counter Hazel was leaning against. Hazel looked up and blinked a few times, looking around her to see if she was talking to someone else.

“Are you talking about me?” Hazel asks with a bit of dumbfounded look as she glances back at the girl, admiring her goddess braids and how they framed her face.

“I mean you’re the only one here wearing cat ears, aren’t you?” The girl asks with a grin. “I’m Leah. I liked your band, you guys were really good.” She says as she leans against the counter next to Hazel.

“Oh, thanks! The cat ears were my idea, cause our band is called The Pussycats. I figured it would be fun.” Hazel says with an excited grin. “I’m Hazel.”

“You a fan of cats then?” Leah says with a flirtatious grin as she subtly checks Hazel out, and Hazel’s mind goes a bit blank, especially since Leah was a few inches taller than her and was very hot.

“And women.” Hazel immediately responds without thinking, eyes going wide a bit when she realizes what she says, and Leah just laughs at her response.

“That makes two of us then.” Leah says with a grin as she gives Hazel a flirtatious look, which makes Hazel’s brain short circuit a bit as she processes Leah’s sentence.

“Oh, cool.” Hazel says as she nods her head, trying to act nonchalant.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Leah asks as she looks over at Hazel.

“Nope, no girlfriend.” Hazel says as she shakes her head. “Do you?”

“I wouldn’t be flirting with you if I had a girlfriend, Hazel.” Leah says as she laughs and rolls her eyes playfully, as Hazel’s eyes go wide as she takes a sip of her drink, mentally saying fuck it and taking a chance.

“Oh. Wanna make out then?” Hazel says as she shoots her shot, raising her eyebrows as she looks at Leah, who laughs a bit at Hazel’s boldness.

“I mean since you asked so nicely.” Leah says as she laughs and rolls her eyes playfully, and Hazel chugs the rest of her drink before following Leah to a quieter spot of the party.

“Hazel, what the fuck? We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” PJ yells as she throws open the door to the bathroom and finds Hazel making out with some girl PJ had never seen.

“Oh my god!” Josie exclaims as she immediately turns around at the sight of Hazel’s hand up the other girl’s shirt.

“Jesus! I- Fuck PJ, I’m a little busy right now.” Hazel says as she jumps a bit at the door being thrown open and gives PJ an annoyed look.

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell.” PJ says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes, and Hazel just rolls her eyes in annoyance as she steps back from Leah.

“Leah, these are my friends PJ and Josie, guys this is Leah.” Hazel says as her cheeks turn a bit pink and she gestures at everyone.

“Where the fuck have you been? You’ve been gone for like an hour!” PJ says as she glares at Hazel.

“Oh, I was talking with Leah.” Hazel says as she smiles.

“Yeah, I’m sure that was a real engaging conversation.” PJ says as she rolls her eyes sarcastically.

“Sort of, if you count talking about the cat ears and making out as being engaging.” Hazel says as she shrugs.

“I was being sarcastic, dumbass! Jesus! If you’re done shoving your tongue down her throat can we go now?” PJ says with an annoyed tone.

“Yeah, yup, totally, be right there.” Hazel says as she nods her head quickly. “I’ll um, I’ll see you around.” She says as she awkwardly waves bye to Leah before following PJ and Josie towards the front door.

“How are you always getting with girls?” Josie asks as she gives Hazel a bewildered look. “It’s like you have a superpower or something!”

“I dunno, maybe girls like hearing about my science facts? I actually scored a date with a girl one time because I was explaining the different kinds of moss.” Hazel says as she shrugs.

“Seriously? You got a girl to go out with you because you were talking about moss?” PJ says as she gives Hazel a look of disbelief.

“Yeah. Can’t say I blame her either, if a girl told me about moss I’d want to date her too.” Hazel says as she nods her head, and PJ just rolls her eyes.

“Do you use that move a lot?” Josie asks as she gives Hazel a confused look.

“Maybe? I dunno.” Hazel says as she shrugs.

“How successful is it?” Josie asks, clearly debating if that was a useful strategy as they all start walking down the street, away from the party and back to their dorms.

“I mean I’d say pretty successful. I mean it’s a very interesting topic. Like there’s a lot of different types, and it’s very interesting too when you look into its history and how long it’s been around. And it’s useful for survival too if you’re lost, like in that one Spongebob episode. That’s actually what got me interested in moss, because it looked cool and I wanted to see if it was true so I had my mom take me to the library and-” Hazel says as she begins rambling about moss and all her knowledge about it, before PJ interrupts her.

“Oh my god, we get it! You like moss! Would you just shut up for one second?” PJ says as she rolls her eyes with irritation and annoyance.

“What’s wrong with me talking about moss? I let you talk about your stupid celebrity crushes, even though you have no chance with them! You never shut up about it! Why can’t I talk about something I like?” Hazel says with an irritated tone as she glares at PJ as they reach a crosswalk.

“Because my topic is actually interesting!” PJ says as she rolls her eyes.

“I mean not really.” Josie says as she gives PJ a judgemental look.

“Your obsession with Megan Fox is not interesting! First of all, she’s not even into girls, second, even if she was, she wouldn’t go for you!” Hazel says as she glares at PJ as they start crossing the street.

“Oh my god! Sorry I like talking about hot women! You don’t see me complaining when you talk about girls you find hot!” PJ says defensively as she scowls and throws her arms up in the air.

“Yes you do! You literally always complain whenever I mention my love life at all!” Hazel retorts as she glares at PJ, clearly pissed off. “I mean, even tonight, you just had to track me down and pull me away from-” She starts to fire back, but before she can finish Josie cuts her off.

“Guys oh my god!” She screams as she tries to pull PJ and Hazel back in the middle of the crosswalk as a car comes to a screeching halt in front of them, the headlights beaming straight into their eyes. They all let out screams as the car stops, the driver in the car staring at them for a second from the driver’s seat as he catches his breath. As Josie freaks out and tries to calm herself down, PJ immediately storms over to the driver’s window to yell at him as Hazel just stands there, a bit in shock, as she tries to process what just happened. As she goes to comfort Josie, she can hear PJ yelling at the dude once he rolls down his window. After a few minutes, once Josie had calmed down a bit, Hazel can overhear PJ ringing out the driver, who was now out of the car and trying to get her to calm down, and Hazel’s eyes go wide as she recognizes the guy.

“Oh my god! You’re Wyatt Frame!” Hazel yells out, as she immediately recognizes the music producer as he talks to PJ.

“Yes, I- Would you keep your voice down?” He asks as he gives her a look before glancing around to see if anyone else was outside. “Look, this was all a big misunderstanding, no one got hurt, so if we could just-” He starts to say, before PJ cuts him off.

“No one got hurt? Speak for yourself asshole! You weren’t the one that almost died! For all you know this near death experience could cause the three of us to need years of therapy! Years! So you better be ready to pay up and-” PJ starts to say as she continues yelling, before Hazel cuts in.

“Woah, woah, woah! It’s okay! We’re fine! We don’t need therapy!” Hazel says as she runs over and interrupts PJ, immediately taking an insane risk by what she was about to say. “However, instead of paying for therapy bills, you could sit down with us and teach us how to get a record deal or something! Or like listen to us play and talk with your record label or something?” Hazel asks as she looks at Wyatt.

“I’m sorry, you’re all in a band?” Wyatt says as he stops for a moment and looks at the three of them, an obscure expression on his face.

“Yeah, we’re called The Pussycats, and we just finished a fucking gig before you tried to kill us, asshole!” PJ says as she glares at him, clearly not caring he worked for a major record label.

“Is it just the three of you?” Wyatt asks as he looks at all of them, an unreadable expression on his face, though it was clear he was thinking about something in his head.

“Yeah?” PJ says sassily as she gives him a look, and he nods for a moment before he speaks again.

“Do you girls know any restaurants open right now? It would be on me, as an apology for my driving, and also to discuss your little, um… “Pussycats” band, a bit more if that’s alright with you.” Wyatt says as he takes off his glasses to clean them on his suit as he talks.

“Wait, actually? Like just to hear more about it? Or to-” Hazel starts to say as her eyes go wide with excitement.

“I mean-” Wyatt says as he cuts her off. “That I am in need of some new talent, and I am open to considering you three for a record deal.”

i saw a pic of Ruby Cruz in front of a bunch of moss and it made me think of Hazel and how her having moss as a special interest just makes sense, idk don't ask. dividers from @saradika and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more graphic made by me lol

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