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Day 12: Playfull kiss, "How much have you had to drink tonight?"
WARNINGS: talk of intoxication, Reader is drunk, ooc Eddie, sickeningly sweet (I couldn't help myself), bad editing and grammar as always
Word count: 617
A/n: I need to preface this with the fact that I know extremely little about Stranger Things. I’ve never watched the show, and I only have a rough idea of the story/plotline. My sister’s hyperfixation rubbed off on me slightly, and it’s manifested into Eddie joining my gaggle of blorbos. So if his character is written horrifically inaccurately, I’m very sorry ;-; (but also not really because he’s silly, and I’ll make him as silly as I want in my corner of the internet.)
The concert was finally fizzling out. The ringing buzz of the instruments is being replaced with laughter and screams from the other concertgoers around you. The night truly slowing down as you wave your friends goodbye. Their tires crunching against the ground cues you to turn and head back to the stage to find your own ride home.
The clicking of instrument cases and winding cords welcomed you at the edge of the stage. Just barely getting your arms over the edge and pinching Eddie’s black handkerchief between your fingers. Tugging it out and immediately giggling when Eddie turns to you. His surprised and pissed expression falls away as the corner of his lips raises into his usual shit-eating grin. Abandoning his gear for the moment and turning to lean on the edge of the stage.
“There’s my muse.” He cooed, cool fingers tracing over your flushed cheeks as he cups your face. “My one and only.” His head dipped as he pressed quick and messy kisses over your face. Starting with one on your nose before circling to the corner of your lips. “The holder of my heart.” The last mumbled title rewards you with an actual kiss. Struggling to keep the connection between bursts of giggles and poor drunken coordination. Eddie hummed, keeping his face level with yours and studying you. “Is that lemonade I taste?”
You nod, bouncing on your toes a few times to capture more kisses from him.
“We had pink lemonade and vodka shots,” you confirm, reaching and looping your fingers into his belt loops. His weight giving you something to anchor to as your limbs grow heavier.
“Vodka!” Eddie chuckles, amused by your current giggly and silly attitude. “My baby got wasted without me?”
Your earrings click against his rings as you shake your head. “’m not wasted,” you argue, letting your bottom lip sag out in a small pout. “’m just tipsy.”
“Oooooooh.” His voice is smooth but edged, still warmed up from singing but strained from the labor. “And how much have you had to drink tonight to get tipsy? Hmmm?” He has a rough estimate in his head. Giggly but still coherent, coordinated but lethargic, your blinks slowing with his kisses as you grow sleepy. Adorable, in summary.
You hummed softly, letting your eyes drift up to the sharp lights of the stage that stung lightly after looking at them for too long. Your pout grew slightly when your gaze returned to his.
“Don’t really remember.” You mumble, your lips tilting to one side of your face, the harsh taste of disappointment quickly washing away any silliness.
Eddie switched strategies quickly, kissing away the pout.
“That’s okay…” His fingers traced over you, pathing so that his arms were wrapped around you securely. “Think you can give a little jump for me?”
Nodding and waiting for his countdown to finish, he collected your weight as you jumped. The edge of the stage biting briefly as he pulled you up. Now sat comfortably next to him, one hand lingering at your waist while the other returned to brushing over your cheek. “I’m just happy you had fun, sugar plum. Finally giving that big beautiful brain of yours a break.”
His smile is contagious as you lean into him. “It was so much fun getting to watch you. You sounded amazing, Edds.”
His fingers trace your jaw, coming to cup the back of your head as he leans in for another kiss. His nose traces yours when drunken giggles break the kiss again.
“Well, if my number one fan said it was amazing, then the show was a success.” Despite his tone being teasing, he meant every word of it.
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Ahhhhh I love him so much :3 Like I said in the authors note I don't know much of the story outside how Eddie is involved but I'm slowly being drawn in. I hope I did okay writing him dispite the little knowledge I have TwT
Day 2: Bleeding out, "I think I might be in love with you."
(this is a backup promt!)
WARNINGS: talk of war, talk of blood, talk of bleeding/injury, bad medical knowledge (I was not about to learn about how to give someone stitches for a 1,000 word fic okay?), as always bad editing, bad writting of a scottish accent, actively being bombed (reader and soap are in an active war zone)
Word count: 1,168
The abandoned building shook again with the blasts from the jets above. The dust falling from the ceiling is settling around you. Once the shaking calmed enough and Johnny’s back relaxed slightly, you returned to weaving the needle through the gash on his shoulder.
The Scotsman hissed against the bite of the needle, “Y’know, when Cap said the desert, I was thinking Egypt! Fancy triangles and tourist traps. Less active war zone.”
You manage to hold in the snicker, but your smile still breaks through. “You read the transmission from Gaz… Getting stuck in this wasn’t really a part of the plan.”
“Yeah, well, running around a 30-floor building looking for some tiny thumb drive isn’t my idea of fun either. Booms or not.”
Jonny flinched slightly with a louder hiss as you pulled the stitch closed. Moving with him as he jerked to prevent the string from breaking, you pushed your front into Johnny’s side. If it weren’t for the needle, tactical gear, and blood, it’d almost be like the two of you were cuddling.
“Johnny!” Your voice rises slightly to chide him but falters when his hand lands just above your knee. His brows are pulled together as he breathes through the throbbing in his shoulder, his hand squeezing gently. Giving him something to stay grounded to. You stay still but move to take any pressure around the wound off to give him a moment to breathe. Only keeping a wad of gauze there to collect any blood trickling down.
“Sorry Bonnie… It’s a little more tender than usual.”
You lean to the side slightly, your chest grazing over his arm as you move to let him see more of your face. Letting your expression relax and look calmer than you really feel.
“It’s alright… With no anesthesia, it can be a bit much.”
Johnny relaxes more immediately upon getting to look you in the eye and then smiles at your reassurance. “I suppose I should stop bein’ a whimp… Getting stabbed hurt a far amount more.”
The laugh bubbles out this time. Shaking your head at him before moving back to get back into position. His hand still lingering but softer now. His thumb rubbing small circles into the thick material of your pants.
“I would give you more time, but you’re starting to bleed out on me, MacTavish. I can’t lug you and our gear to the recon spot.”
“It’s alright, Darling, keep going.”
Maybe it's the situation; after all, how often are you cuddled next to your sergeant with his blood splattered on different parts of you (truly the most romantic scenario)? Or maybe it's the months of tension finally breaking, nearly a year of longing glances and whispered flirts. Unlike before, though, there’s no teasing here. His voice is soft, and all you can smell is his sweat and musk from the mission. No matter the reason, you can’t seem to calm your heart down or resist the urge to lean into him further.
Johnny grows tense as you start stitching him up again. Letting out another soft hiss as his head droops forward. Keeping focused on breathing through the pain.
“I don’t think you’re a whimp, Johnny… One of the bravest men I’ve ever met.” Pulling another stitch together, you're hoping the next one will finish closing the wound. “I- I respect you a lot.”
For once Johnny doesn’t have any witty comeback, no sly smirk as he brushes it off. He let his hand drift on your leg. Pulling your leg closer without disturbing your work too much and letting his hand fall further up your thigh, closer to your hip.
He’s silent as you close the wound, as you whip it for a final time and bandage it over. The clicks of your med kit is what prompts him to move again, turning to face you and guiding both of your legs into his lap. Needing to keep you with him and him anchored to reality (he’s very lightheaded; someone please get this man a bottle of water and a blood pack).
His voice is cracked and soft when he finally whispers, “I think I might be in love with you, Bonnie.”
There’s no hesitancy in his words. His eyes never leave your face as his fingers trace over the hem of one of your pockets. It’s both the most exciting and terrifying thing he’s ever said to you. Another rumble of the building confirms he’s also said it in probably the most inappropriate of circumstances.
Once the building stops shaking from the blast, you look back to him. “I think you’ve lost a bit too much blood to be confessing something like that, Sergeant.” It’s both a reminder and an out.
The Scotsman is having none of it, shaking his head as soon as you finish speaking, “Don’t fuckin’ do that.”
“John-”
“Ghost and Gaz poke fun at me half the time because I’m followin’ you around like a damn puppy. I forced Price to get rid of that paper runner because I couldn’t see you as often during the day. If I haven’t gotten you to agree to one of our little lunch dates, I don’t bother eating it half the time. If I’m not with you, you’re all I think about, and when I am with you, you’ve still got all of my attention-” It’s like the floodgates of his mind have opened. His expression is a mix of hurt and determination as he lays it all out. Finally saying what everyone already knew.
A blast stronger than the others before it cuts him off. The stronger shaking of the building prompted him to pull you in even closer in an effort to shield you from whatever danger may come. It’s once the building's rumble winds down that he lets his arms around your middle relax enough for you to pull back and look at him.
“I promise it’s not just me gettin’ banged up that got me spillin’ my guts, Hon. I know you feel the same way; otherwise you would have shooed me off by now… I love you, Bonnie.”
You don’t realize you’re crying until Johnny’s thumb swipes over your cheek to brush the tear away. Using the opportunity of his arm being raised to fall further into him. The two of you quickly pretzel into a hug, letting Johnny have what he’s been craving for months and you allowing the walls around your relationship to fall and reform.
“I would never shoo you away like some lost kitten, Johnny.” You giggle into his chest, which rumbles with his own laugh. His head dropping and letting him press kisses to the top of your head. “What does ‘bonnie’ even mean?” Lifting your head to look at him, revealing his usual mischievous smirk.
“Can’t tell you.” When your brows draw together in confusion, his smirk twitches into a genuine smile. “Don’t wanna risk you givin’ me a matching stab wound on the other side.”
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I'm much happier with this one. Day's are being posted so out of order LMAO. This was my first attempt at writing a fic centered around Johnny and I kinda had a blast. Slowly but surely I am falling for the silly Soap boy. (I wanna kiss him but like just a little bit. Out here cheating on my main hoes (husbands))
extra side note: I'm sorry the formatting is trash. I know my formatting usually isn't very good but it felt extra bad here for some reason.
WARNINGS: funeral, talk of death, Gambit's funeral (crying in the club)
Word count: 356
First the professor.
Then the Madelyne Prior situation.
Now Genosha, and with it Gambit.
Loss seems to follow no matter how hard everyone tried to smile.
Even the sky seemed to frown as the water clicked against the concrete around you. It's only appropriate that the earth would have a day to grieve as well.
"She should have been here." Jubilee whispers with a venom you didn't know she could hold. Surprisingly, it's Logan who moves to comfort her. A sturdy hand coming to rest on her shoulder.
"Everyone handles it differently, kid."
"Well, this isn't about her; it's about Gambit."
You step forward, bringing your umbrella over her head to shield her from the rain.
"Funerals aren't really for the dead, hun... It's to give the living a final chance to say goodbye. Rouge just isn't ready for that goodbye yet."
The youngest X-Men seemed to sneer at you. Her head flicking away as it twisted up further into anger,
"Well, I haven't seen you shed any tears over him either!"
"Jubilee!" It rips out of you more from shock than wanting to give her an actual response. Your posture straightens as you try to think of what to say.
'I cried when I found Rouge with his body.'
'I cried in his room when I went to find clothing for him to be buried in because no one else could bring themselves to enter.'
'I cried after dropping his body off at the morgue with Beast and Logan because they asked if we'd like the bruises on his body covered.'
'I cried on the plane ride back to the mansion because my friend was killed and I couldn't stop it.'
"Let's get you out of the rain." A pair of 3-fingered hands find home on your shoulders. Kurt's breath tickles against your ear lightly as he aims to guide you away from the distraught teenager.
"I'll walk you home."
The most you can offer is a halfhearted nod before one of his hands slips into one of yours. The graveled path soon turns to grass as the two of you return to the mansion.
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This one is even shorter but that because I put days 3 and 4 together, and that one is my usual fic length so I need more time to work on it LOL!
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And here we go again theydies and gentlethems. We're going to see if I can get this done this year without life interfering this time! For 2025, I've included 2 break days for every five days, which will hopefully give me breathers in between and/or allow me to catch up. Each prompt is pulled from this year's Tuna-Tober prompts list, run by the Murdock's Tuna Team discord server!
This year I'll be writing Reader fics for:
Matt Murdock (duh), represented represented by a 😈
Rhett Abbott, represented by a 🐎
Bob Reynolds, represented by a ☀️
Two surprise appearances by Bob Floyd gd it lewis pullman, represented by a 🛩️
There are also three prompts with a question mark cause I haven't figured out which of the above fit them best (or maybe Clark Kent? Idk), but I'll figure it out hopefully. Might open these to requests.
I will update this list as I complete it, so stay tuned!
Key: Smut =🔥 || Fluff =🌹 || Angst =🌧️
Day 1: Hair Washing + "Why'd you stop?" (🌹Fluff, Rhett Abbott 🐎)
Day 2: Premature Ejaculation + Hair Pulling (🔥Smut, Bob Reynolds ☀️)
Day 3: Kissing Old Scars + Therapy (🌧️Angst, Matt Murdock 😈)
Day 4: "Please don't leave me alone." + "Please wake up." + Bleeding Out (🌧️Angst, Bob Reynolds ☀️)
Day 5: "I'll walk you home." (🌹Fluff, Bob Floyd🛩️)
Day 6: Rest Day ✨
Day 7: Rest Day ✨
Day 8: Under The Desk (🔥Smut, Matt Murdock 😈)
Day 9: Scent Kink (🔥Smut, Rhett Abbott 🐎)
Day 10: Breathless Kiss (🌹 Fluff, Rhett Abbott 🐎)
Day 11: "You're mine." + Biting (🔥Smut, Matt Murdock 😈)
Day 12: "Who knew you were this sensitive?" (🔥 Smut, Bob Floyd🛩️)
Day 13: Rest Day ✨
Day 14: Rest Day ✨
Day 15: Playful Kiss + Sleepy Morning Sex (🔥Smut, Rhett Abbott 🐎)
Day 16: "You didn’t say please." (🔥Smut, Matt Murdock 😈)
Day 17: Rough Day At Work + "I'm right here." (🌧️ Angst, Undecided❓)
Day 18: "You stole my pillow, so I'm using you instead." (🌹Fluff, Undecided❓)
Day 19: Spit Kink (🔥Smut, Bob Reynolds ☀️)
Day 20: Rest Day ✨
Day 21: Rest Day ✨
Day 22: Cockwarming (🔥Smut, Bob Reynolds ☀️)
Day 23: Cooking Together (🌹Fluff, Bob Reynolds ☀️)
Day 24: Strap-On/Pegging (🔥Smut, Matt Murdock 😈)
Day 25: "Let me help you." + Bandaging Wounds (🌧️ Angst, Matt Murdock 😈)
Day 26: "Don't do this." + "I can't lose you." (🌧️ Angst, Undecided❓)
Day 27: Rest Day ✨
Day 28: Rest Day ✨
Day 29: Nuzzling Their Neck (🌹Fluff, Rhett Abbott 🐎)
Day 30: Haunted (🌧️ Angst, Bob Reynolds ☀️)
Day 31: Jack-O-Lanterns (🌹Fluff, Matt Murdock 😈)
Day 31 Bonus: Lost In A Corn Maze (🌹Fluff, Bob Reynolds☀️)
Hello friends! After a fun first year in 2024, we're back in 2025 for another round but slightly late cause i have the executive function of a squirrel at the moment!
So, are you looking for a prompt challenge for 2025, one that includes multiple genres? Do you long for a challenge that covers the three main prompt styles: fluff, angst, and kink? Or are you just hungry to partake in a wild buffet of ideas from various writers or artists? Whale, now you've got us!
(look, I really liked that pun last year. You could say it was such a killer whale, that I had to bring it back)
Started by the Murdock's Tuna Team discord server, the Tuna-Tober Prompt Challenge is a unique fic/art challenge, in which for every day in October, you are provided one of three prompts: a kink prompt, a fluff prompt, and a whump/angst prompt. Like many other 'Tober prompt challenges, it isn't mandatory to complete all the prompts. You're free to choose as you please! Do one! Do ten! Do one a day! Do them all! Mix and swap as needed! The Tuna-Tober Prompt Challenge is meant to stir your creativity, not fill you with stress. There also is no fandom or character requirement, so chase that muse where She leads you. In addition to our three prompts for each day of October, there are also four sets of backup prompts, just in case you hit a day where you just ain't feeling the three that were provided.
This blog isn't just for the rules, however. It'll also be reblogging any Tuna-Tober fics or art that our lovely team of writers and artists complete so we can keep them all in one place! If you'd like to read those fics, all you have to do is give us a follow. And if you really don't want to miss anything, feel free to set us for notifications!
If you're taking part in Tuna-Tober, either as a writer or an artist, please remember to tag your fic or art: Tuna-Tober 2025. That way I can find your fics or art to reblog. If you only post on AO3, you can also make a post here on tumblr linking to it (remember to tag it), and I can reblog that. You are also free to make use of these prompts at any time if you so desire, even when it's no longer October! ❤️
Without further ado, our prompts!
Day 1: Hair Washing ⚜ “Please don’t leave me alone.” ⚜ Rope Bondage
Day 2: "As you wish." ⚜ Wrong Number ⚜ Coming Too Soon
Day 3: Kissing Old Scars ⚜ Therapy ⚜ Messy Sex
Day 4: Sharing a blanket ⚜ "Doesn't that hurt?" ⚜ Up Against A Window
Day 5: "I'll walk you home." ⚜ Funerals ⚜ "Did you really think I was done with you?"
Day 6: Masquerade ⚜ "I can't remember their face." ⚜ Under The Desk”
Day 7: Soldier/Royal ⚜ Broken Heart ⚜ Scent Kink
Day 8: Breathless Kiss ⚜ Hallucinations ⚜ Sex Pollen
Day 9: Magic Gone Right ⚜ Missed Call ⚜ "You're mine."
Day 10: "Why are you shutting me out?" ⚜ Coughing Up Blood ⚜ "Who knew you were this sensitive?"
Day 11: Wedding Bells ⚜ Anxiety ⚜ Brat Taming
Day 12: Playful Kiss ⚜ "How much have you had to drink tonight?" ⚜ Sleepy Morning Sex
Day 13: "Is that a dragon?" ⚜ Bandaging Wounds ⚜ Nipple Play
Day 14: Domestic Bliss ⚜ What If I'm The Monster? ⚜ Gags
Day 15: A Kiss On The Shoulder ⚜ Faultline ⚜ "You didn’t say please."
Day 16: Rough Day At Work ⚜ "I'm right here." ⚜ Stress Relief
Day 17: "I think we missed our stop." ⚜ Mind Control ⚜ Cross Dressing
Day 18: Coffee Shop ⚜ "Don't you dare close your eyes!" ⚜ Spit Kink
Day 19: "You owe me a kiss." ⚜ Lies ⚜ Secret Identity
Day 20: And They Were Neighbors ⚜ Heatstroke ⚜ Cockwarming
Day 21: Cooking Together ⚜ "Are you really going out right now?" ⚜ Wax Play
Day 22: "Why'd you stop?" ⚜ Frostbite ⚜ Strap-On/Pegging
Day 23: Jumping Into Leaves ⚜ "Let me help you." ⚜ Threesome
Day 24: "I trust you." ⚜ Guilty As Sin ⚜ "You taste so sweet."
Day 25: A Warm Kiss ⚜ "You still don't get it, do you?" ⚜ Edging
Day 26: Falling Asleep On Their Shoulder ⚜ Toxin ⚜ "You want to be good for me, don't you?"
Day 27: Nuzzling Their Neck ⚜ Miscommunication ⚜ Tentacles
Day 28: Road Trip ⚜ Sacrifice ⚜ Collars
Day 29: Dancing In The Rain ⚜ Panic Attack ⚜ "First one to moan loses."
Day 30: Lost In A Corn Maze ⚜ "I can't lose you." ⚜ Biting
Day 31: Costume Party ⚜ Haunted ⚜ Roleplay
🌊Tuna-Tober🌊 Backup Prompts:
"I think I might be in love with you." ⚜ Bleeding Out ⚜ Temperature Play
Jack-O-Lanterns ⚜ "Don't do this to me." ⚜ Panty Stealing
"You took my pillow, so I'm using you instead." ⚜ Depression ⚜ Dubcon
Pet shenanigans ⚜ "Please wake up." ⚜ Oral Fixation
Hello!! Please pretend I'm not 3 days late lmaooo...here's my first addition to the lovely Tuna-Tober!
Tuna-Tober Day 1: Falling Asleep In A Hospital Room
Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader
Warnings: hospital, mention of injuries, a little bit of angst with fluff
Word Count: 600
“Frank,” you said quietly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He hadn’t let go of you since he got here, hadn’t taken his eyes off you, hadn’t stopped making sure you were safe. “You can go home. I’m okay.”
“Not a chance, sweetheart,” he responded, his voice even lower than usual with how he was fighting to stay awake. It was past three in the morning, and you’d both been here since noon when he had rushed you to the emergency room. “If they wanna discharge you tomorrow morning, I’ll leave tomorrow morning.”
You smile fondly, your thumb rubbing back and forth on his hand. “I appreciate the chivalry, but you look like you’re going to pass out. At least go get some coffee.”
He just shakes his head, shifting slightly in his seat. “I'm fine. You warm enough? Need another pillow?”
Frank, to most, seemed like an impassive man. His set jaw, his furrowed brows, his constant attempts to keep this expression blank, it all pointed to the conclusion he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. But you knew him. You knew his insistence on staying put, his frequent scans of the room, and the periodic twitching of his index finger meant he was worried out of his mind. He knew you were safe. Logically, he knew you were going to be fine. But the sight of you in a hospital bed had him on edge. He felt compelled to find the threat, something he could put down to keep you alive and well.
“Frank,” you said softly. “I’m okay. It’s just a broken bone.”
“Two broken bones.” he corrected gruffly.
You gave him a nonchalant shrug. “One broken bone, two broken bones…the only difference is gonna be my hospital bill.” you tried for a laugh but only got a grimace. You sat up and put your other hand below your joined ones, bringing them up to kiss his.
“I’m okay. I’m safe. I’m with you. Alright?”
He just stared at you for a moment, his eyes unconvinced and wavering.
With a small grunt you move yourself to the right and pat the open spot next to you. “C’mon, big guy. You need some sleep.”
“I’m fine—“
“If you’re not gonna listen to me when I say I’m fine, I won’t listen to you when you say it. Come on.” you pat the spot again. When he doesn’t move, you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. “Really? You would deny a woman cuddles?”
That cracked his shell, a twitch in his lips making him smile, just a little bit. It was the world to you.
“There’s barely enough room on that mattress for you by yourself--”
You sighed, shaking your head and feigning offense. “No, no, I see how it is. I guess I’ll just have to sleep in here all by myself. Alone. Cold. Wounded--”
“Oh hell--”
You beamed as he climbed in next to you, moving close to him to rest your head on his chest.
“Easy, easy, be careful, honey.” he grumbled, enveloping your body in his arms, careful to not bump into your injuries.
Once you were both settled and comfortable you sighed, letting your eyes drift shut. His fingers trailed back and forth on your forearm in a soothing motion, pressing a kiss to the top of your head every now and then. It wasn’t long before you both fell asleep, the sound of each other’s breathing a soothing lullaby.
