#I just like the idea that Robin stirs the pot

[jinxposting]

Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 7

Mask

Your new friend has been busy.

The streets whispered tales of the Red Hood nowadays. How relentless he was. How merciless. How troublesome.

You loved it.

It's been so long since someone stirred things up. You grew weary of the usual suspects. When you live in Gotham - and are raised by Joker - you've seen everything. And when you've seen everything you grow bored quite easily. It was a delight to have a new party to help combat this boredom.

Red Hood was fundamentally different than you. You didn't have much to speak of when it came to morals, you just do whatever you please, whenever you please. He on the other hand was ruled by his morals. Driven by them. He overtook the drug rings just to stop them from selling to kids, sure he got money out of it but if that was the goal he wouldn't care who bought the product. Despite this, he aims to kill. No remorse or regret.

He fascinated you.

Today had been a lazy day. Slept in late, out all night. No business to speak of, simply tagging several billboards with spray paint. Graffiti relaxed you.

You shivered at the brisk breeze in the air. The temperature had been dropping recently, winter approaching. Soon you'd have to bundle up. You grimaced at the idea of having to cover up your fashion.

You stepped back to look at the finished piece you'd just graffitied. Blotches of blue and pink painted the Bat himself, his cowl forming two sharp devil horns. And of course a jagged frown to match.

"We're going for impressionist I see."

You whipped around, gun in hand, to see a familiar shade of red.

The man raised his hands. "Easy. I come in peace."

"Since when?"

"Since I need to talk to you."

You eyed him warily. You could just shoot him. His helmet is probably bulletproof, same as his armor. You holstered your pistol.

"Talk."

"You need to leave Joker."

"... Pfft-! Ha! That's a good one."

"I'm serious."

"I know, that's what makes it funny."

"Listen, I know you're loyal to him. But things are about to get very ugly very quickly. Consider this a courtesy call."

"Thanks but I'm a big girl. Nothin' I can't handle."

"You always did overestimate yourself."

There it was again. Familiarity. He acted as if he knew you.

"Alright, you want me to trust you? Start being honest." You took a step closer to him. "Who are you?"

"What?"

"You act like we've met before, but I think I'd remember a six foot something, built like a brick shithouse man in red. So spill it, who are you?"

"You do get the point of a secret identity, right?"

"Ugh! You're such a pain in the ass."

"Said the pot to the kettle."

You give up. This guy is a major headache. You haven't had this much snarky banter since...

No.

You eyed the man suspiciously. "... Take off the mask."

"You're seriously that desperate?"

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." You flexed your hand over your gun.

"Don't make me hurt you."

"Don't make me."

You jammed the pistol into Red Hood's stomach. Unfortunately armor plus muscle equals immunity. You both struggled for the gun, you could tell he was clearly holding back. He really didn't want to fight.

You both wrestled for a while, no actual malice present. No, this fight was more... desperate. You who needed to see his face, and him, needing to hide it.

All it took was one wrong move. One miscalculation. Red Hood hadn't been paying attention to his footing, too preoccupied with keeping you at arm's length. Before he knew it his heel slipped from the billboard walkway. You grabbed him.

By the helmet.

His dead weight combined with your pulling resulted in him landing harshly below you. His feet hit the ground with an echoed slam. There in your hands was the infamous Red Hood. Hollow and silent.

You gazed over the edge. There stood the man, black hair whipping violently in the cold wind. A streak of white stood out in the darkness. He stared up at you, a snarl on his lips.

You knew that face.

"... Robin?"

[oksurethisismyname]

Picture this:

the Sunny is coming up on a winter island. It’s soup weather. Sanji is making a rich potato soup and freshly made mini baguettes, each with a different scoring on the dough for each nakama. For Ussop, the scoring looks suspiciously like his nose; for Nami, little tangerine blossoms; for Zoro, sword like scoring.

Zoro has been working to show Sanji he’s not just a dumb swordsman. Sure, he (allegedly) gets lost on every island, and yeah, he might not be the brightest member on the crew, but he can learn a little bit of Sanjis mother language here and there, with Robins help of course. So when he sees Sanji making dinner, he decides to kill two birds with one stone and compliment his cooking in French.

After working with Robin on exactly what to say, he walks confidently into the galley, leaning against the counter next to Sanji and says “that smells delicious, love cook. Je veux tremper ma baguette dans ta soupe”

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When Zoro gets kicked through the wall of the galley by a red faced, stammering Sanji, Frankie is crying over the ship damage, Nami is yelling about the costs of lumber, and Robin is hiding a small mischevious smile behind her book.

[phantomskeep]

WIP Wednesday - Fun In Funeral

For my DCxDP Dead On Main thief!Danny fic, Putting The "Fun" Back In "Funeral". Best read while listening to Ascensionism by Sleep Token

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“I am not a cat boy!” The boy wearing a cat skull protested.

“Then what are you, a discount Catwoman?” Jason asked as he prowled closer to the pouting thief.

“I don’t even know who that is!” Cat Boy continued to lie. “This,” he gestured to the bone-colored mask covering his face, Lazarus green eyes narrowing in distaste, “Is a fashion statement. Nothing more, nothing less. I just- I don’t even know why it’s a cat!”

None of that really made sense to Hood, but keeping a criminal monologuing? Part of Robin 101 - the more they’re distracted, the better chance at them messing up. “So why a cat, then?”

“I just said I don’t know!”

Hood didn’t respond, catching the cat-themed-thief’s stance relaxing by a miniscule amount. With no hesitation, Jason lunged forward - fully intending to football-style tackle the pouting figure into the concrete roof.

In the next few seconds, Jason would recount later to the rest of the Birds and Bats, he had no idea what happened.

He was in the air - arms outstretched to wrap around the other’s torso in a mockery of a hug. He saw the thief’s eyes widen, a startled yelp leaving his mouth. When Hood flew closer to the occultly-dressed thief, it was like a rush of sparkling heat bubbled up through his lung, tearing viciously at his esophagus before laying stagnant in his covered mouth. Already caught off guard, Jason sputtered - failing to land the tackle onto the lithe man in front of him. Instead, Jason fell a few inches short of the man, on his knees with his gloved hands clutching desperately at his throat and chest.

The other didn’t hesitate to dance out of Hood’s reach as the helmeted vigilante coughed in a vain attempt to clear his airways from the heat-sparkle-power-danger that welled inside him. Not-Catwoman stood to the side, head cocked like a curious crow inspecting a shiny coin. While Hood was still doubled over catching his breath, the thief wisely used the opportunity to glide further out of reach.

“I’m almost scared to ask if you’re okay,” Catboy’s voice echoed around them. “But then again… You did just try to shoot me.”

“It was just a warning shot.” Hood coughed out, his words scratchy as he forced them past the invisible sludge that lodged itself in his throat. The Pit Rage stirred in the back of his mind, slowly creeping to the area it used to occupy and whisper. “Give back whatever you stole before I shoot you for real.”

The cloaked man rocked on his heels, jutting his hip out and tapping at his chin with a clothed finger. Hood couldn’t see Catboy’s full expression, but he had long since perfected the art of reading masked individuals when he was thirteen and still wearing Dick’s old scaly panties. The person in front of him was practically radiating smug little sibling vibes.

“How about,” the modulated voice drew out. “I don’t, and I continue on with my extremely successful handjob!”

Jason spluttered in confusion, caught halfway between howling in laughter or rage, as the cat-themed thief jumped off the museum’s roof. The sound of a grapple rang out as the little criminal soared into the polluted Gotham skies. The Rage screamed, pushing Jason’s limbs to take off without a second thought. Green overcame his vision as the high came tearing back in full force, dragging Jason down like a man caught in an undertow. His body gave chase to the masked individual running from the museum, racing across the darkened rooftops in hot pursuit.

The Pit Rage stuck its greedy claws into Jason’s mind and pulled. What happened around him became a green-tinted blur - flying after the thief’s form, firing pot shots when the two were parkouring along the Gotham skyline, a strained voice shouting as the bullets missed. The overwhelming sensation of rage-rage-chase-friend-predator-rage-fight-fear-play-rAGE drowned out any sense of rational thought. It was like Jason was in the backseat again, watching as he lost control of his life as the choices he made as a teen came back to haunt him in divine punishment. He fought against it, just like he did when the Rage took his body to the Titans Tower. Like when he was so beneath the power of the Pit that he took out everything on a highschool kid. All the progress he had made over the last three years - washed away because of a man in a catsuit.

The mere hours he had of quiet peace almost made fighting against the Rage so much harder - Jason knew what it was like again, to not have to battle against his own thoughts every second of the day. To not look at a single act of kindness as some convoluted plot to trap him like a feral, rabid dog. The void in his chest, a grief-stained black hole of bad decisions, warred with the Rage for its own spot in the young man’s own tale of self-sought retribution against himself.

This? This was Jason’s own personal hell. To be alone, trapped inside his mind, while his body was controlled by a green-tinted monster. When his actions were no longer dictated by himself and the worst parts of him came out to play.

When Jason finally wrestled back control, kicking and screaming and fighting his own thoughts like it was the only thing he knew how to do, he found himself leaning against someone’s rooftop greenhouse, alone. The cloaked thief was nowhere in sight, and the ex-crime lord hesitated against nosing around for hints of where he might have absconded off to.

Based on a familiar stretch of cargo cranes, he deduced that he ended up between Gotham University and the docks. The black-haired man took a moment to himself, checking to see how many rounds he had fired (eight, he had emptied an entire clip, because of course he did) and if there was any blood clinging to his uniform (not his, never his, why was it never him–). When he wasn’t able to find anything, Jason forcefully shook out his body, trying to get rid of the built-up tension and stress. It helped him relax, marginally, but did nothing for the painful pressure behind his eyes pounding in time with his heart. The Pit Demon lounged in the back of his brain, oozing an air of self-satisfaction that made Jason want to claw at his own head until it stopped.

“Fuck,” he muttered, shoulders sagging. This entire situation was… not good. Jason didn’t even want to think about talking to the rest of the Bats about this, but. It had been a long time since an episode that bad. He didn’t know if he could control himself if something else set him off, but he wasn’t prideful enough to risk innocent people to a Rage-filled Red Hood.

[starclancy]

Request: I adored your little Sanji fluffy drabble! The dialogue was so charming, I kept giggling at Sanji's lines.

If you're up to write more of him, can I request a scenario with fem!reader where she's new to the crew and still doesn't know about Sanji's "never ever hurt a woman rule"? I love the idea of Sanji having a bad luck streak when she joins that makes him accidentally hurt the reader (spilling hot tea on her, elbowing her in the ribs cause he was gesticulating too wildly, in general him being uncharacteristically clumsy around her). It would be as fun to read for me as heartbreaking for Sanji to live through lmao Bonus points if the reader starts to think he might just actually dislike her and he's being passive-aggresive about suddenly having her around all the time!

Of course, no pressure no write any of this if it's not your style xoxo

Thank you! this is a great request and i loved writing it!

~ Stirring Trouble ~

PAIRING: Fem!Reader/Sanji

CONTENTS: 💔 - angst / 🩷 - fluff

WORDCOUNT: 1010

Request status: Open

The Thousand Sunny was alive with the hum of activity as its new crew member—you—tried to find her place. You hadn’t been aboard long, but you’d already learned one thing: fitting in with this crew of chaotic misfits was no easy task.

Particularly when it came to him.

Sanji.

Blond hair swept back, suit sharp even in the heat of battle, and a voice that could make compliments sound like poetry. He was charming, flirtatious, and seemingly smooth as butter. Or so you thought—until you joined the crew.

It started innocently enough.

“Tea for the lovely new addition,” Sanji had said during breakfast your first morning. You smiled, reaching for the cup. Then��disaster.

His hand twitched. Maybe it was a sudden sway of the ship or just bad luck, but before you could grab the cup, its contents splashed right onto your hand.

“Ah!” you yelped, jerking back.

Sanji’s face drained of color. “Oh, no—no! My goddess, I’m so sorry! Did I burn you? Let me see!”

You waved him off with an awkward laugh. “It’s fine, really! Just caught me off guard.”

But that wasn’t the end of it.

Later that day, you stood in the galley as Sanji gestured wildly while recounting a story to Usopp. You turned to grab a plate when his elbow jabbed you—hard—in the ribs.

“Ow!”

Sanji froze mid-sentence. His face turned pale again. “Oh no, did I—?!”

You clutched your side, blinking at him in confusion. “It’s okay. Just… be careful, maybe?”

From there, it only got worse. A flurry of small but noticeable accidents followed: bumping into you while carrying a pot of soup, knocking over a chair you were about to sit in, accidentally flinging flour at you during prep. Each time, Sanji’s face twisted in agony as he apologized profusely.

At first, you chalked it up to nerves. Maybe he was just unused to you being there. But after the fourth or fifth incident, you began to wonder if there was something more.

~ A Few Days Later ~

By the time you’d been with the crew for nearly a week, you couldn’t shake the thought that Sanji might dislike you.

He was sweet and doting to everyone else: Zoro got hearty portions of food despite their bickering; Nami had fresh fruit delivered to her lounging spot; Robin got delicate pastries with her afternoon tea.

And you? Well, if clumsy spills and near-constant accidents were “attention,” you weren’t sure you wanted it.

Your growing frustration finally boiled over during dinner prep. You were helping chop vegetables when Sanji accidentally nudged a bowl of chopped onions, sending it flying toward your lap.

“Seriously?!” you snapped, standing up abruptly as the bowl clattered to the floor.

Sanji’s eyes widened. “I—I didn’t mean—”

“Do you have some kind of problem with me?” you interrupted, crossing your arms. “Because if you do, just say it. All this passive-aggressive nonsense is driving me insane.”

The room fell silent. Even Luffy paused mid-bite, a rare sight.

“Passive… aggressive?” Sanji repeated, his voice faint.

“You keep spilling things, elbowing me, tripping me—I get it, you don’t want me here!”

Sanji staggered back, clutching his chest like your words had physically struck him. “What?! I would never—!”

“Then what is it?” you demanded. “Because I’m tired of feeling like some kind of walking target!”

Sanji dropped to his knees so fast you thought he might’ve lost consciousness. “Mon dieu, please forgive me! I’m such a clumsy fool!” He grabbed your hands desperately, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

You blinked, startled. “Wait… what?”

“I swear on my honor as a chef, I would rather throw myself into the Grand Line than harm you! I—” He took a shaky breath. “I’ve been nervous. You’re so… radiant, and perfect, and I—” He looked away, guilt written all over his face. “I think my admiration is making me act like an idiot. I can’t help it!”

The room went deathly quiet for a moment. Then, from across the room:

“Pfft—”

Luffy burst into laughter, followed by Usopp and Chopper. Even Zoro snorted behind his sake cup.

“Sanji, you’re an idiot,” Nami muttered, shaking her head fondly.

You stared at him, heat rushing to your face. “Wait, so… you don’t hate me?”

“Hate you?!” He looked horrified. “I worship the ground you walk on!”

The honesty in his voice made your heart skip a beat.

“…Oh.” You glanced down, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

He knelt there, still holding your hands, his face red but sincere. “Please forgive me, my goddess. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Anything?” you teased, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

“Anything,” he vowed solemnly.

“…Okay. You can start by helping me clean up this mess.”

Sanji sprang to his feet, a hand on his heart. “It would be my honor.”

As he scrambled to fetch a broom, you couldn’t help but laugh softly. Maybe fitting in with this crew wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[healingfairy000000001]

Trafalgar Law x Witch!Straw hats.

Type: fluff, fem, magic, random Idea I had while having lunch....

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The list was long this time, freezing potions and Romance scrolls for sanji, tripling scrolls for nami plus pesticide, sand man's dust for ussop and......'uuggh~ this will take a while'

As the day's went by lately Law started coming into her room more often either to get 'some' sleep help or just escape the havoc of the straw hats.

"so you seem to enjoy your time with Y/N lately" asked Robin from her seat at the library, having just finished making a plan with him and nami.

Nami hearing this decided to stay quit and listen to the tea Robin was keeping from her; while law didn't even realize that he was B lining to their room.

"I don't know what your talking about" and with that he left the library

"Robin, can I please know what's happening?" and so the tea was being spelled

in another room someone was drowning in their work and research, till the door was knocked on, "just come in! the door is open"; with chopper walking in he can tell there is a lot of work in their, magic being brewed ink everywhere, he seemed hesitant to talk, "chopper! what a lovely surprise! come in come in" perking up he walked closer to her work station.

"What are you making?"

"Romance air for sanji it's the last thing on my list,why?"

chopper started fidgeting with his hooves avoiding eye contact, "Well..I ran out of stuff for nami's lotion, and....I THOUGH MAYBE I COULD BORROW SOME!" letting out what he was hiding she chuckled at his sudden confession 'he seems guilty..Adorable!'

"take whatever you need, it's messy but everything is in point view at least" with a smile he started looking around to find some of the needed herbs, till a knock broke out

"come in!" she said for the second time today, it was her reoccurring guest, Law.

"Mr.Law! welcoming him in the 'host' just pointed at her bed for him to sit and chopper welcoming him waving at before going back to the search.

"no, Mergara this time?" he asked with a smirk deciding to play a bit as he leaned on her head bored , "chopper dear have you had any luck?" deciding to ignore his antics Y/N focused on the lost doctor;

"nothing yet" he sounded disappointed but determined

"my aren't you determined well this room is a mess anyway so, Nerka mi dory" casting a spell content of the room papers herbs and even ink started going to their right place making the room clearer and knocking law out of her bed.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" yelled law,but he didn't receive any answers as chopper asked if he was 'okay' but revived no answer from him taking his ingredients and finally leaving she turned to Law.

"don't bring any slut game to my dignified lab OR in front of chopper! do you hear me!" was she scolding him?

"the hell do you mean 'Slut game'!"

"this whole laying in a woman's bed and asking for her spells!"

"you call that 'slut games'"

Silent fell on them again this time because the little witch was thinking "it's not?"

"no, it isn't" finally clearing things out he took the chair from her desk to sit.

"So how was your sleep last night" breaking the silent again as she continued stirring the giant pot, she waited for an answer.

"much better thanks" he at least wasn't lying the dark circles under his eyes are disappearing and he doesn't wake up with cold sweat anymore

"I see, any dreams?"

"no nothing"

silent again but this time he had some tea at least, it was peaceful with light ruckus from outside, "wanna do something fun?" looking at her it seemed like she had an idea.

Before he could decline however the trunk table and chair appeared again, walking to her boxes she started looking for something.

"Listen I don't come here to 'have fun' it's for some tranqilaty if that's unavailable then 'l-" before he could get up to leave she pulled out a crystal ball.

"at least give it a chance will you not?" putting the crystal ball on the table she looked at him for approval.

"fine" sitting down on the familiar chair he looked at her accusingly "I know those things are a scam so don't bother with the whole 'I know your future talk'"

"I wasn't going to, now tell me the truth why are you on this suicidal mission to begin with" she sat down herself putting the crystal on a holder

Law was taken back by her question, how does she always appear like she knows more than she shows?

"I know your ready to let your self die if it meant the death of Doflamingo bu-"

"don't act like you know anything about me!" he snapped "what makes you think you can just-just!" he didn't know how to response.

"well I don't know much but I know you have some emotional baggage and what ever Doflamingo did, it's worth doing anything to kill him in your opinion, even dying" she was talking while turning on the crystal seemingly switching between eye contact and looking at her crystal.

Law decided to just leave the room but before he could open the door it disappeared, "give me 20 sec and then we will both leave this room"

but before he could protest the crystal imitated a screen showing something......People HIS people the heart pirates! "wha-"

'I hope captain is doing well-sorry' a white bear said, 'Bepo you've been saying that since he left' a guy in a shachi hat said 'have some faith in him!' another said in a penguin hat 'I AM SORRY!', 'YOU DON'T NEED TO APOLOGIZE!'

law was frozen in place looking at the screen before snapping and pulling out his katana "what do you want?"

"for you to realize that whatever the reason for this 'I would kill you even if it kills me!' act will hurt a lot of people YOU would rather die than see hurt, so think about this suicide mission carefully"

too stunned to speak the witch took a box filled with her crews recent requests and left the room, 'your still loved Idiot'

[lotuwhores]

˚⊹˙▴ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞

pairing(s) + sanji/reader - sanji/you

content n' warnings + FLUFF!!! Kisses, lots n' lots of smooches, oc interaction/involvement, use of pet name (one - Mon Amour/My love), Ends in suggestive context.

word count : 5.6k (5,634)

Note; the title has nothing to do with this T-T I forgot to publish this too:( though it is quite short for my liking even though this isn't really a full fic, still! I wanted to try that gradient text thing but I use an app so this is quite sad for me.. The individual texts I lit up using pink were somehow removed so the last part is the only part where it has pink texts hihi,, Nonetheless! Enjoy ^-^ + @gingernut1314 here you go, though it's not a full fic :')

Light thumps mixed with clicks of heels could be heard throughout the Thousand Sunny. Skin slightly tanned due to the extreme heat currently being projected by the planet sun, beads of sweat easily gliding down your back.

“ The sun has no mercy, huh? ” you chuckled, a hand over your eyes to protect them from the merciless rays of the sun to prevent them from burning your retinas thus turning you blind.

On the other hand, spread across the lounge beach chair was a bright orange haired girl. Next to her was another lounge beach chair with a ravenette occupying it, reading a book. A small table in between them as the orange hair suddenly let out a sigh.

“ My beautiful baby skin is being absolutely shriveled up by this heat! ” complained the girl, kicking her feet up although both girls sitting were under a large umbrella specifically designed to protect them from the blinding rays of the sun.

Chuckles erupting from the ravenette and your lips. Lowering down her newspaper as she turned to look at the complaining yet undoubtedly beautiful lady.

“ W— ” Barely a word in, Robin only laughed with her eyes closed. Looking at Nami who was now curious of what she had to say.

“ Nami-swaann! Robin-chwaann! ” A rather loud voice interrupted the older woman, heart eyes practically jumping out of its sockets carrying a tray with delicious looking desserts. Body practically twirling more than a ballerina and much like a tornado, you'd be surprised how he kept the tray balanced.

A brow raised as Suiren, a new recruit (who was undoubtedly charmed to join) took a look at you, giving you the go sign. Hence the surprise plan commence. The plan is to distract Sanji using her girlfriends who are also unaware aside from the newest addition.

“ So.. Sanji-kun. Since its pride month.. Are you planning to come out? ” The heterochromia woman asked the cook, who was needless to say quite shocked to which the women just laughed yet again.

“ What— Sorry? ” The cook spoke softly, sweat visibly dropping down the side of his face. “ The closet is practically a glass you know~ ” teased the woman further, relishing in the poor man's confusion as their laughs echoed throughout the ship.

Back to you, you heard the hearty laughter though it slowly died down. You had heard the last bit, chuckling yourself before making your way to the sacred ground of any chef. The kitchen.

It was clean and organized, how sanji always was, the clean kitchen clearly displaying his love and seriousness for cooking. Of course, given of his.. Trauma along with being in the same perimeter as a cook.

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Oh how it was a terrible idea, she had completely forgotten about her plan of surprising the man. Speaking of which he had already appeared right in front of you, tilting his head to side to try and peak at the kitchen.

“ No! Don't enter yet! ” You spoke quickly, the man was baffled. Yet obeyed like a little golden retriever, oh what a good puppy he is— back to the matter at hand, you entered the kitchen yet again, unintentionally slamming the door in his face.

Embarrassed as if she was caught doing something horrible, she quickly approached the pot and tried stirring it only to have hot smoke blown to her face causing her to let out a muffled; “ shit. ”

Hair getting wet with her antics of splashing cold water on her face, turning the faucet off as millions of unwanted bad luck suddenly came crashing down on her as she saw the blonde enter with concern of the sounds of pots and pans clanging on the ground.

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Hurried movements as you suddenly went frantic, face all red as your eyes were wide, hair once neatly tied up in a prettylike you ponytail now messed up due to recent events.

All the while that damned,, cook was only chuckling and was taking charge with the cooking that was supposed to be his special meal since you had an idea in mind to surprise the cook, but of course it was bound to happen anyway.

“ stupid blonde,,, y'r not s'pposed t'be here— ” you muttered, huffing as you rolled your eyes and batted your pretty lashes at him.

Brows creasing as your lips turned into an adorable pout, he can't help but stare at them a little longer. The corners of his mouth tug into a smile, eliciting a chuckle out of him as you prettily continued to complain about him intruding the kitchen when you specifically told him not to visit yet.

A large palm rested itself on your hip causing you to gasp and immediately glared at him hands already working on pushing his hand away. “ what d'ya think y'r doin—?! ” A hand came up and cupped your cheek, before you knew it,,

Both of you were kissing, the food long disregarded. Wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss after a moment of hesitation, eventually though, both had to break the kiss to give room for air. How they both wished they wouldn't need air,,

A smile enchancing your features, ocean blue eyes lovingly staring into yours. Long fingers finding way to grip onto your plump fat causing a gasp of surprise to arise. Slowly being lifted up to sit on the counter, as his hands placed themselves besidd your thighs.

“ What a lovely surprise, Mon amour. ” Sanji spoke, voice deeper than usual. His lips displaying a gentle smile, gratitude shining in his eyes at the mere thought of someone taking the time out of their day to cook something, let alone his favorite for him.

“ Now what do you say we eat it before it gets cold, hm? ” A hand resting on your thigh, slowly creeping up higher. A smirk on his lips, eyes half lidded as his eyes filled with.. A look of gluttony and something else.

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This day was truly eventful for the lad.

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©lotuwhores + do not plagiarize, steal, translate, repost any of my work(s).

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

King Of My Heart

part two to the love story series <;3 part one here <3

and all at once you are the one I have been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul

golden sunlight illuminates the small sofa in which your body was entangled with steve’s. your legs thrown over his lap, where he was holding them in his right hand. his left hand over your shoulder as he holds you to his chest.

fast asleep, hearts soaring. steady, in-sync breathing.

The events of the night before felt like coming home to a warm bath and a comfy bed after walking through a snowstorm. comfort, love, happiness.

quiet, except for the wind chimes on the front porch lightly swinging from the gentle morning breeze. the sound of the birds and the rustling of the leaves. That is, until robin stirs awake from the living room and searches for her missing friends, finding them across the room under a soft, lavender blanket. She leans over to shake Eddie awake, pointing at the couch.

“agh- what? yeah, shocker. g'night,” his voice rumbly and quiet, not fully awake. Robin ignores him, toddling into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Shortly after, Eddie enters the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“y’think he actually did anything or are they just being weird?” his voice curious. the dynamic between you and steve always had a romantic undertone.

“I dunno, just felt the tension ease around the room.” she laughed, eliciting a matching response from eddie. an inside joke about the way the air between you and steve sometimes becomes thick and intoxicating when you’re together for too long.

“should we leave?”

she nodded, already ready to head home to change clothes.

the front door closed behind them. stirring Steve from his sleep. groggily opening his eyes and looking down at your sleeping form. memories of the night before fled back to him in a wave of euphoria. a hand reached down to pet your hair. watching your breath rise and fall for the next few minutes. enjoying the moment.

you stir awake, eyes fluttering open softly. your hands move from his chest to find his own and lace your fingers together. a tired smile finding its way onto your lips.

“Steve ! ” a small, but excited tone lacing your lips, still not fully awake. his heart warms even more.

“g’morning, love” he responds softly. his hand lifts to press a soft kiss to your own. He worries that maybe you had changed your mind since last night, but that idea dissipates with the smile you give him.

“g’morning stevie” you sit up slightly, rubbing your eyes before leaning towards him. pressing a soft kiss that tastes like morning and domesticity to his lips. He smiles into it, and cradles your head in his hand. one kiss turning into multiple. a luxury you had both been craving.

“how'd you sleep?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face before you drop your head onto his shoulder. your face in the crook of his neck and your chest flushed with his.

“slept good, how'd you sleep?” you smile against his skin.

“perfect” he turns to kiss the crown of your head.

you start to doze off again, but then Steve whispers something into your sun-kissed hair.

“y’know, you have a date to go on today, sleeping beauty.”

you lift your head off his shoulder swiftly. your eyes wide and hair ruffled from sleep. He smiles fondly at your disheveled appearance.

“I gotta get ready.” you move to get off of the couch but he stops you.

“we’re just going to breakfast, dove. I'll take you home if that's what you want, but you can use my shower or whatever you need over here. your choice.”

“but I don't have clothes or anything and I won't look nice-“

“hey, hey. You look nice all the time. I don't want to come off too strong and scare you away- but I promise you don’t need to get all dolled up just to see me.”

your body heats up at the words, and you know you should leave, but his beautiful face and kind words keep you there.

“ill,-“ your arms wrap around his neck again, “i'll stay” you decide. his face lights up instantly, the pink tint of his cheeks becoming more noticeable.

“I'm gonna make us some coffee, you can go shower or get changed in my room if you want to, love” his voice stopped instantly, wondering if the pet-name implies that he’s in love with you. which, he is. but he’s not sure if you're ready to hear that yet.

but based on the kiss you give his cheek before frolicking upstairs into his bedroom, he assumes you’re not too bothered.

Steve had some of your clothes in his dresser, along with some of the things you’ve given him. a few pink stones, a pebble you found on the way to his house, a stick that you thought looked like a heart, a card with his name on it, a pen you had lended him one day, three different colored boxes that had once been occupied by baked goods and his favorite snacks, a broken necklace he may or may not have saved from its apparent doom in your bedroom trash can.

you take one of the small summer dresses that you had left at his house after a movie night with the kids. it was a bit cold, the neckline plummeting a bit too far, especially with the added exposure above your knees and on your shoulders. A small part of you hoped that Steve would notice this and offer you one of his sweaters. a larger part of you knew he would.

The bathroom is unreasonably nice. all of his hair and skin products neatly lined up on the vanity in a way that only Steve could produce. The shower was a foggy glass material, which you tried and failed to stop imagining him behind.

turning on the water, you slip out of the shorts and t-shirt you had been wearing, before stepping into the shower. taking this time to examine the rest of his bathroom. you had been in here a few times, but not long enough to snoop thoroughly. not that you were snooping. no. just admiring.

He keeps everything clean and neat for the most part. other than the essentials that he sometimes leaves scattered across the bathroom before running out of the house for work. His shampoo and conditioner smell distinctively like steve. The body wash, while not nearly as expensive, possessed that same quality. the scent almost fogging up your head completely before you had to force yourself out of the shower so you didn’t just decide to live in his shower for the rest of your life. His towels are a bluish shade of grey, with the scent of fabric softener lingering on them. When you feel sufficiently presentable, you step out of the bathroom to be greeted by the aroma of coffee and the sound of the radio coming from downstairs.

he was leaning against the countertop, a mug of coffee in his hand, staring intently at a word search from the paper. a word search that he definitely wasn’t actually doing, just pretending to so you thought he was doing anything other than obsessing over the fact that you were showering in his house. in his shower.

he beams at you. his cheeks tinted their usual pink. his pupils big and blown out at the sight of you. you take a sip from the mug he hands you, he made your coffee just how you like it. When you put the cup down, he grabs your waist, lifting you up onto the counter and standing between your legs. pressing your foreheads together.

“g'morning again.” he says softly.

“hi.” you giggle

“hi” he mirrors you.

“hi”

“hi”

your arms rest on his shoulders and you press a kiss to his lips before burying your head into his shoulder. and you stay there for a while with your arms around each other.

every breath you take, every move you make

he pulls you out of his chest and laces your fingers together, swaying your arms back and forth to the rhythm from the expensive stereo.

oh can’t you see, you belong to me?

“C'mon sweetheart, finish your coffee while I get you a jacket baby. you still okay with this? you alright?”

“yes, I promise Stevie.” your face finds its way back to his neck, “I‘m so happy.”

His cheeks are a deep sea of pink hues, pressing a kiss to your cheek that lingered as he pads up the stairs.

When he returns, he drapes the soft jacket over you, helping you put your arms inside. He smiles, his eyes shining and wrinkles appearing at the corners of his mouth as he runs a hand through your hair.

“C’mon, dove.”

Inside his car, you’re back in the passenger's seat, but it’s different this time. It’s different because your hand is in his. It’s different because your face is pink from laughing. The bracelet he gifted you a few Sundays ago glimmers against your skin, a reminder of his constant affection.

“You think Robin saw us this morning?” His face is glowing while the words fall from his mouth. Cheeks still tinted from the joke you had made moments before. His glasses are on now, he never wears them unless he’s driving.

“Probably not, I think we’d know if she did.” You giggle.

“Oh, definitely. Would’ve stolen our morning.” He squeezed your hand.

The car pulled up to the small diner near lovers lake and your heart threw itself into full gear.

You started opening your door, but he beat you to it. Helping you out of the car, never letting go of your hand until he opens the diner door. He relishes the way your face is lit up.

Your legs are tangled under the table, your second cup of coffee steaming in front of you. As he took a sip of his own, the gold frames in front of his eyes fogged up, making you both laugh. He seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment of forgetting to take off his glasses as soon as he heard your giggles.

Your food came shortly after, which was exceptionally good, credit to your elated mood. You tucked your hair behind your ear before taking a sip of water, the straw sitting between your lips which led to more blushing thoughts from Steve. He shakes them away quickly though. Continuing to watch the conversation flow effortlessly, heart soaring.

When you’ve finished your food, Steve grabs the check before you can, paying it in full while you blush and glare at him. The door is opened for you, and you stand outside the diner by his car.

“Am I living up to your expectations?” He voices, staring at you and making you feel soft and fuzzy again.

“Hmm… I don’t know… letting me sleep in your house… making me coffee, letting me use your shower, giving me your jacket, and a breakfast date… I’d say you definitely exceed expectations darling. As always.” The last part was softer, showing sincerity. He steps forward to wrap his arms around you and rest his cheek on the top of your head. He places a soft kiss there.

“This is the least of it, baby. You know how many dates I have planned? I have them all written down in my old history notebook. They’re the only thing in there anyways.”

“I’d love them all, Steve. But you know you don’t need to take me places and buy me things. I’ll still-“ you hesitate. When is too early to say I love you? You’ve told each other before, but only as close friends would. “I’ll still feel the same without all of those things.”

“You’re like a dream, you know that?”

“I could say the same for you, Harrington.”

Steve drove around for a while, aimlessly. Just talking with you about things like you had been married for years. The happiest he’s ever been. But he thinks maybe it’s too good to be true. Maybe he’s making it up. He pulls into your driveway before starting.

“Hey, I-…. are you serious about this, Dove?”

“What do you mean, Steve?”

“I just- I can’t pretend I haven’t felt like this since I met you. I don’t want this to be a fling. I want a future with you, and if that's not what you want…” His face starts to feel hot, as if he is about to cry. But you interject.

“Steve, I want you so much. I knew it when I met you, okay? You don’t have to worry about that- about anything…” Your own doubts start surfacing at the openness of the conversation. “You won’t hurt me, right?”

Steve knows that his Dove hasn’t been in many relationships, and the one that she was in hurt her. He heard old stories about the guy, and the things he did from Robin. And had spent the rest of his lunch break trying to calm down so he wouldn’t pick another fight.

“You know I couldn’t, baby.”

You smile, but it fades slightly with your next thought.

“Do you want a relationship with me?”

His heart skips a beat at the question. He had only been dreaming of it for months.

“Yes, I want to be yours so much. How about dinner tomorrow night?”

“That sounds perfect.”

This feels like the start of something magical.

[wigglesdtuff]

In celebration of her birthday: any Robin hcs?

OH YES!!!

I love thinking about her and I STILL HAVE SOME TIME BEFORE IT'S NOT HER BIRTHDAY!

These are random because I'm trying to remember the ones I've talked to my friends about. I've never actually listed out headcanons before LOL

I think that (starting in Skypiea after Sanji gave her that flower) she presses flowers/flora from all the different islands they visit, much like how Nami keeps a detailed log.

My friends and I have joked that she texts like she is writing a very formal email and I just think that would be very charming. (Like she starts a casual text with a "Dear Franky," and everyone just goes along with it because it's endearing).

Okay this one is anime only, but I like to think that she started drawing after she met and grew attached to Soran from her time in Tequila Wolf since we don't see her draw until after the time skip. I think she drew some of the crew when she was missing them a lot during their two year separation. Now she keeps doing it because it's a fun little hobby! She and Usopp bond over it like they do gardening!

You can find my ramblings and theories for Robin and Luffy being siblings here. I just think they spend a lot of time together in their down time, she's very endeared by her peculiar little captain. He lets her steal his hat sometimes or she will absolutely play keep-away with it to keep him entertained if necessary for the crew.

Less of a headcanon and more just something that's true, but I think about it a lot, is that she absolutely still has bangs after the timeskip they are just grown out/pulled back (she has them sideswept in several color spreads and in Dressrosa). The headcanon part is that I think she did this to try and change up her appearance to avoid immediate detection (her bangs are prominent in both of her pre-ts wanted posters), though this is rendered moot upon her post-Dressrosa poster.

I think she absolutely still Dereshishishishi's as an adult when she's distressed, we just don't see it because the Straw Hats bring her so much genuine joy she's rarely down for long. I imagine she has bad days that we don't see, though.

Supposing Frobin is real and true like it is, I think that she gravitates toward him because he is so good at genuinely making her laugh (on top of his kindness and all of his many positive qualities) and he reminds her of Saul. Even in a non-shipping sense, I think that he and the other Straw Hats embody that "laughing brings you joy" that Saul was all about, and that's neat (again not really a HC, just a thing I like).

I think after Long Ring Long Land she enjoys skating and I think that they should go to a roller rink, it would be fun. I'm right about this one and Oda/Toei should listen to me.

IF there was an in-universe equivalent of The Lord of the Rings, she would be the biggest fan and know every piece of lore possible. Chopper has absolutely heard everything about it at least twice - happily!

Brook is to Robin as Usopp is to Nami, except Robin goes really hard on the "playful meanness." Brook is fine with this, I imagine. They are simply besties.

She's into the drama. She loves to hear the gossip, but is rarely involved. Yes she will eavesdrop. Yes she will stir the pot.

She pranks with the best of them, she's just harder to catch!

Robin likes to thrift shop rather than buy brand name stuff because she likes the idea that the clothes and things have a story. This will explain her many eclectic fashion choices, but she still manages to slay. Nami prefers the name brand stuff because now they can afford it. She and Nami have a lot of fun dressing the crew.

A lot of characters go to her when they're sad (to which she appreciates feeling needed/wanted) and she is like the best at comforting since it's something she had to do for herself for so long! Alternatively, she could also be really bad at it and is too morbid for some. It depends on the situation.

She is very touch starved - not in a romantic or sensual sense either, she just very much relies on touch based on the nature of her powers (she can feel everything, but rarely is it like. a fun time). So she likes genuine contact from others (hugs, handshakes, high fives, sitting close, etc) but does not know how to initiate a lot of the time so she ends up not always getting the affection she craves BUT as she opens up more I imagine she'd be able to communicate that with others (especially Franky!)

Confirmed secret theater kid. Absolutely can sing and will sing, but it's rare. Brook and her often duet.

OKAY I did not intend to keep writing but it was too much fun to think about!

I could probably come up with some more, but alas! Happy birthday Nico Robin, truly the character of ever.

[curiositydooropened]

sorry i just love sharing headcanons & this one just came to mind

i headcanon that after vecna that hawkins would become this tourist attraction. like even though the gov tries its best to hush everyone, word gets around about what all happened.

i see that there would be a surge in population. bc people are obsessed with supernatural phenomenons (mothman, aliens, ect. ) and i could see maybe that they build a country club near lover’s lake!!!!

which brings in stevie… he starts working at the country club because he makes good tips (along with robin)

and one day he sees a bev cart girl (you) riding around but he never gets to see you like in break areas because yall have different schedules. turns out through a lot of investigating (begging robin to find out who you are) he learns that you only work weekends and you are working your way through college.

so he does a little masterminding and asks his dad to take him golfing one saturday to spend some “father son” time. when really he knows he’ll finally get to meet you.

long story short, he embarrasses himself and manages to fall in a small pond in front of you. and you dont seem that impressed with him … or do you????

okay… so i really think this just means i have a new fic idea hmmmmmmm

-bimrwolf

Ahhhhhh never apologize and always send me HCs cuz I live for them. But I’m glad you came the same realization as me because as I was reading I was like “ummmm!!!! Think you have a new fic idea that you have to write ASAP so I can read it please!!!!” 😂

I’m OBSESSED with this.

I looooove the idea of Hawkins being this like occultist conspiracy tourist trap. You’re SO right. That’s absolutely what would happen. Especially nowadays with the rise of True Crime media.

Oooohhh imagine you’re a podcaster, and after a big episode on famous cult leader (aka innocent baby child) Eddie Munson, you get a call from the Devil himself.

Okay, STOP. Why don’t you send me headcanons everyday??? Look at this big pot of inspiration we’re stirring here!!!

[aethesfaelibrarae]

(after a long rabbit hole through the #1 Alec from Worm fan's blog, I have an idea about Akechi Goro) (if ykyk)

So. In case, I have somehow not mentioned that this is for my personal University AU of Persona 5, this is for my specific retelling of Akechi.

Okay? Cool.

So the boy's been murdering people since 13-15, right? Why? Because narrative and revenge and he thought it was necessary. Not quite what I was asking.

Why does he think that the only reason he'll be useful to Shido was by becoming his personal weapon? Why does his mind go straight to murder? What was his childhood like?

Why does he crave that validation so much?

In my mind, the greater good of justice (read:revenge) is how he justifies the lack of autonomy he had. And yeah, no, he murders people, he fucks with their minds, in my AU, he's actually going to be worse.

Because where Rin (Joker) embodies horror as truth, Akechi's going to lean more towards Maruki with dreams and lies. His wild card ability works with the dream/Treasure room and fucking ruins it so badly that when you wake up, there's really nothing else to do but kill yourself.

This is what kills his mom. The thematic deliciousness of him not killing Futaba's mom but accidentally killing his gives me so much. The idea of just that creeping sense of something being wrong when his mom's personality starts shifting, when she starts being a living ghost, seeing that her ideal world doesn't even include him at all—killing her by trying to force his way into that world.

This is how he finds Shido. Shido who doesn't have his power but something better, something more—the power of influence and politics and lipservice. But he doesn't find him immediately.

First, he has to confront the guilt. He lies to himself about this. He has to. His mother killed himself because she knew that Shido would never come back because Akechi's existence was a mistake).

He gets sent to an orphanage. Thinks of what he'd say to Shido when Shido finally came for him. He won't be manipulated with gifts. He won't be so easily tricked like the children in his books, he won't be so easily bought. He is.

He's waiting for his father to come and save him, come get him. He knows that he probably heard word of this. Maybe he got these abilities from Shido. Maybe he can learn how to use it better than him.

Shido does not come for him. Months. Years. At 14-15, he leaves the orphanage one night and stumbles across one of the many entrances to the Metaverse. A mini-Ruler. Another death. This one ends up in the newspapers. One of Shido's political rivals, maybe not. Maybe it's the girl that Joker saved. Maybe it's not. Either way, this is where the mental fray between Akechi and Robin Hood starts to rear its head.

Two murders. After that, he kind of enters this fugue state for a few years where he both does and doesn't care about his survival and mostly just doesn't find much purpose in his own existence. Until he starts hearing the name Shido again. Over and over, positively. I really like the idea of Akechi not being a good person per se but after dealing with the Japanese perception of homeless people (which is straight up they don't exist/are lazy) and hearing the person who abandoned him is regarded positively... I personally believe the boy is allowed a little crashout. A bit of revenge planning and murder. Yes, Akechi is an assassin but he's also definitely finally getting some creature comforts and (fake) affection from being the Detective Prince. He actually does like investigating crime and cold cases which is what I imagine the segments of the show he actually gets control over being. Otherwise, he's stirring the pot and whipping up his adoring fans into a veritable frenzy using Shido and The Antisocial Force/Conspiracy's talk points. He's fully committed to doing whatever it takes to kill Shido and refuses to let him die a martyr so he collects as much evidence as he can against him, knowing that wherever Shido goes, where he's going will be much worse.

I imagine that Shido's "impulsive sex sprees" were often with foreigner women who didn't quite know the language and/or have social supports in their family or friends. As such Akechi's mom being French-African (maybe Ethiopian) strikes me as being another mirror for Rin's identity change. But I digress. Akechi's Dream ability being born from his desire to soothe getting twisted and misunderstood is deliciously angsty. Him also having to play into colorism for his show--his main trigger being dismissed or feeling looked over? Fantastic.

For his redesign, I tried to keep more of his original inspiration in just make him more grown-up but perpetually ageless and play up that bright Princely persona--dramatic, vibrant, soft, sparkling eyes--in direct contrast to his actual face. I gave him freckles and rougher skin and made more of that internal conflict in his eyes... Not that most people can see it. His eyes being dark and perpetually hungry hidden under warm, honey brown contacts is something else that I really am going to have fun writing into this reveal - redemption story and the enemies to lovers bit that I've got going. I'm super excited to write those Mementos missions. Crow or Kurou as the party's going to call him is defined by the black/dark knight archetype alongside that mesmer effect his suit has. The blue is Shadow blood.

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

With This Ring- E.M.

I CANNOT WITH THIS IM SIMPLY DECEASED.

Pt. 2 <;> Pt. 3 Honeymooners (Sequel)

Eddie proposes.

TW- Tooth rotting fluff, vague mention of smut right at the end.

Pairings- Eddie Munson x Reader, Friend!Steve and Robin x Reader

Word Count- 2,329

(Gifs and images not mine, credit to owners!)

“You ever think about… getting married?” You ask, looking to the couch from the kitchen. Eddie looks up in shock, his eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs.

“Uh,” His cheeks flush with pink. He had indeed been thinking about getting married. He most definitely wants to get married. The proof is in the ring he has hidden beneath his bed, one of his own, resized to fit your hand. “Yeah. I’ve thought about it.” He tries to be nonchalant, but as you look at him from the stove you can’t help but feel deflated.

“Do you… not want to get married?” You look back down at the pan and prod at the chicken you have cooking.

Eddie is nervous. Obviously, he doesn’t want you to know he has a plan. Could this question not have waited just a couple more days? “I never said that princess.” He gets up, crossing over to you and lacing his arms around you. He pulls your back into him, and he presses sweet kisses to the side of your head, right above your ear. “Maybe just not quite yet.”

You try to let it go, but he stays with you, putting his chin on the top of your head. “Why? Do you want a big, white wedding?” Eddie asks. You scoff, a little annoyed. Tells you he doesn’t want to get married yet and then asks what you want when you do?

“I mean… I guess we have plenty of time to decide that.” You mutter vaguely.

No we don’t… Eddie thinks. Still, he feels bad for fibbing.

You two have been together for 6 years. You’ve talked about marriage before, but it’s been a long time. You’ve been content to take it slow, but with people you’ve known from school getting married, starting families, it makes you ache for that in a way you never have.

“Well, even if we do have time, it’s still nice to dream about it, right?” Eddie asks, trying to get you to confess exactly what you want. “Don’t you have an idea of what you want our wedding to be?”

Your heart flutters at his words. Our wedding. You can’t help but smile sheepishly thinking about it.

Stirring the rice in the pot next to the chicken, you think. “Well,” you begin. “It doesn’t need to be big. And I don’t think I want to wear white either.”

Eddie nods, his arms rubbing up and down your sides. “What would you want to wear? Black? Red?”

“I want to wear blue.” You muse. The picture of you in Eddie’s mind is angelic in that moment. He loves when you dress in his style. But there’s nothing more beautiful than you being exactly who you are.

“Blue, huh? I guess I’d have to match. Not my usual style, but I guess I can swing it just for you.”

The thought of him in a tux, baby blue tie and pocket square, standing at the end of a flower-filled aisle… It makes you shiver.

But it won’t happen any time soon. Not when Eddie is just starting to land more gigs with Corroded Coffin.

You still can’t help but giggle, laying your head back against him. “And I want there to be stars everywhere. And twinkling lights.” You say. You think back to your first date with Eddie, walking around Hawkins with ice cream in your hands, ending up on the high school’s football field, staring into the sky. You talked for hours before he walked you home, much to your parents’ dismay. But you simply lost track of time. It was like you finally found the piece you’d been missing all your life.

Eddie remembers too. And he promises to make it happen for you. “That sounds nice. What would we dance to?”

You bite your lip. You’ve been thinking about this for a long time. “I Wanna Know What Love Is.” You respond. The chicken is done, so you and Eddie waddle over together to get the plates, both of you laughing as you try to walk in sync. “It’s a great song. And we both like Foreigner. So even though it’s not metal, technically, I think it’s a pretty good compromise.” You shrug. You finally look Eddie in the face, and he’s beaming. He leans in for a kiss, pulling your chin to meet him in the middle.

“Foreigner’s super metal, baby.” You give a laugh and go sit to eat.

When Eddie brings you to his show a few nights later, he’s more nervous than usual. You give his hand a squeeze and kiss his cheek. “What’s wrong Eddie? Are you okay?” You ask, your brow furrowing in concern.

He looks at you, biting his lip to hold his smile back. “Yeah, we’re just debuting a new song tonight. I hope everyone like it.”

This is news to you. You sit in on rehearsals when you can, but between work and Eddie’s busy Hellfire schedule it’s hard to make it every time. “Oh, I haven’t heard it.” You say, and he just smiles.

“It’s really new. We’ve only been working a few weeks on it. And besides, I kind of wanted it to be a surprise.” He confesses, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth again.

This is strange. He’s always so thrilled to show you new things he’s working on. D&D campaigns, riffs, lyrics… everything. You haven’t even heard him practicing anything remotely new at home.

You try not to question it as he leaves you at your table, front and center, as always. Robin and Steve are supposed to be meeting you here, but you don’t see them yet, so you just sit and wait for the waitress to come take your drink order.

Soon, you feel hands on your shoulders, a loud “Hey!” coming from behind you. You look up to see Steve, his long, fluffy hair almost covering his eyes. You immediately stand up to hug him, Robin coming just behind him.

“Hey! I’m glad you could make it! Eddie just told me they’re debuting a song tonight. Did he tell you?” You ask them.

Of course, he did. Ever since the mess in ’86, Eddie and Steve have been two peas in a pod, pretty much co-parenting the teenagers. And of course, Steve is going to tell Robin too, so they’re both vibrating in anticipation of the night’s events. “What?” Steve asks, trying to cover his excitement. “No! He hasn’t told me anything.” Robin just keeps her mouth shut and shakes her head. She knows she’d spill as soon as soon as you saw the lie in her eyes.

“I bet it’s gonna be great, though! I mean, metal’s not really my thing, but Eddie’s band is pretty cool.” She blurts. The delivery would almost raise your suspicions more if Robin wasn’t always like this.

“Okay, well, come on, sit down. The show’s starting soon.”

And so you do. A waitress comes to get your orders and soon you’re sipping your beer as Corroded Coffin takes the stage. There’s a lot more people here than you were honestly expecting. Their fanbase has been growing so quickly these days. People have been coming from Kentucky and Ohio after hearing about them through the grapevine.

Then Eddie steps onto the stage, beginning the show with an incredible riff he took weeks learning. “This is a cover of one of the greatest songs of all time, Master of Puppets.”

The crowd goes wild, and you’re just beaming at Eddie, completely enamored. His fingers move so quickly across the strings you can barely see them moving. He’s tried to teach you before but it just didn’t work out. You simply don’t have the patience for it. You’ll stick to piano.

A few songs go by, your beer glass is empty, and Steve and Robin are actually having a really great time, jamming out even though they don’t know the songs very well.

Eddie finishes the current song with a flourish, swinging his guitar all the way around his body before it lands back in his hands.

“This is our last song of the night! It’s a new one, and it’s dedicated to the love of my life, Y/N!” A spotlight hits you at that moment, almost blinding you. Everyone’s clapping and whooping and you laugh a bit. Dedicated to you? What is this? Not your anniversary, or your birthday?

“This is With This Ring. I love you, baby.” You can’t look away as he begins the song, a tear welling in your eye. This is the sweetest thing he’s ever done for you.

“My girl, she’s like no other. I should just thank her mother, for letting her go out with me! Her dad he doesn’t like me, tried to hide her just to spite me, but I broke into her window just to set her free!”

You laugh at the memory. He accidentally broke the lock on your window when he was trying to sneak you out after about a month of seeing each other.

“You know I love you baby, but the times are getting crazy, so I just really need to know… Will you take my heart, don’t break it? Will you stay through thick and thin? Then I promise to adore you and with this ring I’ll always love you. Say you want me, say you need me and you’ll make my dream come true. Now and always for forever, with this ring, I wanna marry you!”

The realization makes you gasp, tears letting loose down your face. You look at Eddie and he looks right back, smiling brightly and giving you a wink.

A flash goes off right next to your face, and you look at Robin, who’s holding a camera, her eyes welling in tears in happiness for you. “I thought you might want to remember this!” She yells over the music. You go to crush her in a quick hug, then you look back at Eddie, who jumps into the second verse.

“My baby’s getting better, the way she talks is clever, likes books and stars and lightning too! The other day she told me, she doesn’t need no fame no glory, wants a wedding where she’s wearing blue!”

You’re a bawling mess now, you can’t believe this is happening. Steve and Robin are both rubbing your back in support. They’re crying too.

“You know I need you lover, now I want you to discover, what it’s like to take on my last name… Will you take my heart, don’t break it? Will you stay through thick and thin? Then I promise to adore you and with this ring I’ll always love you. Say you want me, say you need me and you’ll make my dream come true. Now and always for forever, with this ring, I wanna marry you!”

He finishes the song as he walks down the steps of the stage toward you, with the final strum of his guitar, he pulls a little square box out of his pocket. As gets down on his knee, he opens it, and you let out another sob of joy. It’s his favorite, a silver ring resembling a thicket of thorns, but there’s a new addition. A little, deep red gem sits in the center. You look up at Eddie, who has tears coming down his face now too.

“Y/N. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. And I promise, I’ll give you your wedding with the stars and the lights. And we’ll wear blue, and we’ll dance to Foreigner.” He has to stop as he lets out a light sob. One hand comes up to your face, and you press your cheek into him. Everyone is waiting with bated breath.

“Please, Y/N, will you marry me?”

You’re crying so hard its hard to speak, but you nod vigorously, “Yes!”

With that, everyone erupts into cheers as he slips the ring onto your finger. He pulls you to your feet and lifts you into the air, spinning you around. And you kiss him like the world is collapsing around you.

“I love you, Eddie!” You cry into him. This is the absolute happiest you’ve ever been in your life.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He cries with you, his deep brown eyes holding so much love for you he feels like he’s going to burst. You wipe the tears and sweat away with your thumbs before bringing his face back to yours.

“Hey, Y/N!” Robin exclaims. You turn and laugh; it seems like no one has a dry eye in the whole place. “Congratulations! I know it might be a little early, but you know, if you need a maid of honor, I’m available!” You laugh again, holding out a hand to one of your dearest friends.

“Of course, you’re my maid of honor!” You exclaim.

“Hey, what about me?” Steve asks, sniffling. “Wouldn’t I look nice in a dress?” This sends all of you into a laughing fit.

“You can be a bridesmaid too, Steve.”

The rest of the night is filled with congratulations, showing off your ring to anyone in sight and kissing the man you’ve been destined for all your life.

As you get home, Eddie lifts you bridal style over the threshold, sending you into a fit of giggles as you kiss his face. “Welcome home, Mrs. Munson.”

“I’m not Mrs. Munson yet, Eddie. And you’re supposed to carry me over the threshold after we get married.” You laugh.

“Oh, so I guess it’s too early to consummate then?” He asks slyly, giving you a smirk. You bite your lip and shake your head.

“Definitely not, I think.” You play along, staring into his beautiful doe-eyes. “Then I guess we’d better get to it, Mrs. Munson.” And like that, he’s hurtling down the hall to the bedroom, both of you laughing all the way there.

[steddie-thirst]

Strange Obsession | Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader | Stranger Things x Spree (Crossover) ONE

((Notes: this is a crossover series that will be taking place between two universes and for it to work Stranger Things is in a more modern era.))

Thank you @rollergirlworld for inspiring part of this fic as well, she's amazing please go give her some love.

SUMMARY: Kurt is on the run from the cops after his little murder spree. He comes across Steve Harrington and his group of friends and Kurt takes a liking to Eddie's girl. A little to much.

We are now live from the scene of the series of brutal murders, A former comedian, Jesse was in downtown when she was shot and killed. The police and other agencies recommend the cancellation and use of ride-share apps, if you need a ride to ask friends or family members. I'm Kennedy Fox and you're watching Channel 6.

"Wow, I can't believe all of this is going on just a town away."

"Well, sis." Steve carefully stirs the pot of mea not missing a beat to take a jab at the guitarist, "People go psycho everyday - you just so happen to be dating one." He teases not even sparing the metalhead, who was currently lounged at the bar, a glance and Eddie scoffed. 

Eddie shakes his head, fingers tapping idly at the cup in his hands, he lets out a quiet chuckle sparing you a glance and he smiles. "Is that really how you see me, Harrington?"

Steve shrugs looking over his shoulder and spots the rather unamused look on his face, "I don't know, Eds. It might be all those crazy tattoos and crazy hair." The man argues, turning his eye back to the stove to keep an eye on the vegetables that were currently being sautéed. Rolling up his sleeves he reaches for a spatula to stir them around the pan, careful not to burn them as Eddie watches.

You pass Steve in the kitchen delivering a small slap to his arm in which he lets out a huff much to Eddie’s chagrin. "Leave him alone, Steve. Eddie is probably the only guy in town that wasn't trying to get into my pants." You demand not appreciating the lashing towards him.

"That's on facts, babe." Eddie agrees, sending a sly wink your way, making you blush and burst into a fit of bubbly giggles. He lifts the cup to his lips and down's the rest of the liquid.

"Eww, if you guys plan to flirt, do it in Eddie's trailer." Steve groans, eyes practically rolling all the way into his head. You and the brunette share a loving gaze as he works the stove - The sweet scent of onions and peppers filling the room. Tonight was like every other Friday. Dinner and a movie.

Steve, Eddie, Robin, and you wound up making these nights a weekly thing. From cooking and picking a movie and just spending time together. Robin, had unfortunately been unable to make it, with her car not working, and being stuck with Nancy on babysitting duty so it was just the three amigos.

As the meal prep comes to an end, you're left to set up the table, placing salsa, guacamole, and queso out on the table. Tonight’s dinner was fajitas and all Eddie’s idea, the man loved a good taco, as any other person would. In the process of setting up the table a harsh rapping brings you from your duties. Looking back into the kitchen hoping the boys wouldn't mind grabbing the door, but  were too busy conversing with one another.

With a roll of your eyes you set the chips down and with a huff turn to walk towards the door, "Ugh, boys." Flattening out your dress skirt and going to open the door.

Steve and Eddie were sharing a good laugh in the kitchen over a couple of glasses when they heard you scream. They ran into the living room and found you standing over an unconscious body, Eddie hurried over to you.

Steve checks the body for a pulse, and sighs out of relief, "He's not dead. But judging from all this blood, I am surprised he isn’t." He checks the face and his flips drop into a frown, "What the fuck?"

Eddie finished comforting you, his hands slowly rubbing at your tensed shoulders, you deciding to head into the kitchen. Eddie sighs before turning to Steve and kneeling down next to the body. The guitarist noticed the horrified look on his face. "What's up, man?"

Steve's lips curl into a thin smile and shakes his head, "See for yourself." The man gestures to the body's face and Eddie leans over to examine him.

"Holy Shit!" Eddie is aghast. It was like Steve had a clone, same facial structure - poor sense of fashion and overly greasy hair - but the same as their beloved 'lover boy' himself.

"Right?" Steve is just as taken back as the metalhead. Eddie chews on his cheek as he looks him over. He pulls his hand back and leans away, looking back at his friend. Suddenly the unconscious body sat up and the two jumped back.

"Shit! Shit -Jesus!" Eddie cried out.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The man on the ground was quick to ask the other two, throwing his hands up in defense. Eddie chuckled and Steve huffed.

"We were just about to ask the same question. So, can you tell us your name, dude?" Eddie asked wanting to know exactly if the guy posed a threat especially with his girl in the other room.

He gulps, "K-Kurt. I'm Kurt Kunkle.. I was running from that guy."

"What guy?" Steve asked, arms crossing over his chest. Let's say that he wasn't a fan of some look-alike asshole, with shitty hair, scaring off his sister and pulling some undead shit in his living-room.

Kurt looked between the two men above him. One looked like he dove straight out of some 80's rom-com, whilst the other looked like he belonged on stage with Metallica. "T-That uhm ride-share freak." Kurt lied, "The guy came at me and I decided I wasn't ready to die so I reached up to the front and crashed the car."

Eddie could see how that would explain the blood and the cuts.

"Okay, and did he follow you?" Eddie asked.

"No, cops were on his tail and I wasn't g-gonna stay to find out, man." Kurt drops his hands in defeat. "Look I have no idea what town I'm in and I almost died tonight, I was just looking for somewhere to stay." He explained and Steve huffed. The information checked out considering the injuries, his house was also the first one off the main road, but he was skeptical.  You had overheard the whole conversation and while he had scared you initially it wouldn't be fair to throw him back out to the wolves.

Steve and Eddie turned to converse amongst themselves whilst Kurt sat there practically the odd man out. When they turned back he jumped still pretty nervous considering, "Alright you can stay for a week. You will sleep in the guest room and if I swear you act out or pull some shit I'm calling the cops, got it?" Steve wasn't fucking around.

"Yeah-" He swallows. "I-I got it." Steve offered his hand and helped Kurt up off the ground. "Good, my sister will help you get settled and no funny business." Steve warned him.

"(Y/N), will you help Kurt find the guest room? I need to talk to Eddie." The look-a-like Steve turned his head and caught a glimpse of you.

"Follow me?" He eagerly nodded.

"I'm fucking confused Steve. Why does he look like you?" Eddie whispered, arm thrown out gesturing off towards Kurt.

"Fuck- Eddie- I don't know, man. Okay?" He shrugs, tensing muscles as his shoulders rise. He sighed and relaxed, "Listen. Just stay here for a week with (Y/N). I can't leave her here by herself and because we work opposite shifts one of us can keep an eye on her and one on him." Eddie and Steve agreed.

"So, are you a nurse?" He asks as you search for the med-kit. Having already removed his shirt so you could tend to the cuts.

"Ha, no. I just always end up patching up the boys." You grabbed the kit and let out a small hum of approval and turned to him. "So, I taught myself. My boyfriend especially likes to fist fight." Kurt would have been surprised if you were single. An angel like you was a once and a lifetime kind of girl.

"You have a boyfriend? What's he like?" Kurt asks, the question teetered on the edge of being rather blunt but it really came off as curiosity. He couldn’t believe that he had a chance, but a man could only dream.

"Oh- He's uhmm - You've met him and my brother. Guys downstairs." You rummage through the kit for the gauze and alcohol before turning back to him. Kneeling down on the floor between his legs to first clean the long cut on his arm.

"Which is which?" Kurt asks a blush creeping across his cheeks as he watches you work on the cut, nimble fingers accompanied by gentle touches. Your current position, between his legs like that drove the man crazy and no girl had ever gotten to him the way you did. To you it was harmless, but to him - Fucking Hell - you were sexy.

"Well-" You start with a tilt of your head, Kurt nearly moans - you were just so irresistible and cute like a little puppy - dabbing the alcohol on his arm and he winces, a sharp hiss escaping him, "Sorry, Kurt." You pause and when the pain subsides he gave a nod which urges you to continue.

He just really enjoyed how you doted on him, kind and caring, "As I was saying, my brother is the one with the fluffy hair, and insane amount of polo shirts." You joked making Kurt chuckle, even more than that comedian he'd offed, you were much better. With the gentle touches he only wondered what it’s be like to have those hands all over him, touching and caressing as they went. "My boyfriend is the tall guy with fluffy curls and leather."

Kurt should've known such a thing the dark-haired boy was much more protective of you and practically gave him the look of death. "What's his name?"

"Eddie." You replied and he nodded. Once you finish wrapping up his arm and stand up he’s almost saddened by the loss of contact. "And my brother is, Steve." You explain. He looked down at his arm and smiled, you were actually a good little nurse. Not to mention a pretty one at that.

"Thanks." You smiled and packed up the med-kit.

"The rest are small enough to close up on their own, just make sure to clean them. Bathroom is just down the hall." Kurt nodded and watched you leave the room. He let out a sigh he was holding and he couldn't believe what he just got away with. His massive murder spree and no one had any clue. Especially you - This was going to be fun.

When you returned downstairs Eddie was pacing at the thresh-hold of the stairs, you stopped halfway. "Eddie?" He whipped his head up to look at you and he smiled. You'd never seen him so worried and Steve was sitting on the couch dazed off, probably thinking. Eddie helped you down the rest of the way, "You seem worried, Eds."

"I was. You were gone for a while.." He pouted lips pulled into a thin frown and you giggled.

"Aww, poor baby." You coo reaching up to place your hands over his cheeks. Physical touch was definitely his love language. "Lemme kiss it better." Your lips lock with his and he moans. Steve groans from his spot on the couch. Kurt had finished cleaning up and headed down the steps.

For some reason seeing you with Eddie - his lips on yours - a rage boiled inside him. He didn't deserve you. Kurt could take care of you better than him and definitely better than your brother. Things were going to have to change.

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[cosmicbrowniefan]

Idk how I just noticed your pinned post but your fandom taste?? beyond immaculate.

I am humbly asking if you perhaps have any hcs for a gravity falls!au for stranger things, and/or a hogwarts!au 👀

beck, we simply have the best of taste. and yes i do have headcanons

disclaimer: fuck jkr

gravity falls au hcs:

so. will and el are the mystery twins. we been knew

visiting hop in gravity falls, oregon, for the summer of course

the rest of the party happens to have summer jobs at the mystery shack

(why hopper hired them all, he will never know. to this day, it is still one of the best and worst things he's ever done)

i think that the other party members (max, mike, lucas, and dustin) have a little mystery club. a gang, if you will

i think they have journal 3 and they give will and el a brief evaluation before inviting them in to the club

when will and el have their first supernatural encounter and end up defeating the gnomes with a leafblower, the party knows that they're perfect for their club

will and el are just. stunned. to hear about all the stuff that goes down in gravity falls

they love the lore and yeah they might've just fought off a shit ton of gnomes but WOAH there are that many other cool things here too??

of course they have to avoid the watchful eye of hopper

but their friends and fellow employees steve and robin (wendy and soos respectively) help them sneak around and figure things out

the party lets will and el borrow journal 3 to look over

when el sees the page about vampires, she's immediately convinced that mike is one

and while will waves it off and says that that's ridiculous, he can't help but wonder as well

el takes it upon herself to ask max who just laughs and says that they're explored that idea many times, but it doesn't seem to be true

the golf cart is the main form of transport for the party

you're probably wondering, how on earth do six people fit in a golf cart??

well, easy enough answer there: lucas and max in the front, el and will in the back, mike hanging on the side, and dustin on top

they strap dustin in with bungee cords because they've had a few accidents too many

i think max is able to send bill cypher back into oblivion with just one dirty look

bill cypher may be like a demon of multiple worlds, but he has other worlds he can take over that don't involve the wrath of max

el plays matchmaker just like mabel does, but she gets max involved in it too

these girls are the finest matchmakers in all of gravity falls

well. until it came to mike and will

they tried several times to get those two together but god they were both so helpless, el and max just gave up eventually

MIKE FELL FIRST AND MIKE FELL HARDER.

this cute little nerdy boy obsessed with all the cryptids?? who keeps drawing them as they fight them all summer and adding more illustrations to the journal?? has his heart.

will spends most of his summer learning more about this stuff and getting excited about it

he does. think about mike. maybe just a bit

but he often tries to push those thoughts aside bc there's no way mike would like him back AND he has monsters to focus on

until one day lucas casually asks will how he and mike are doing and will is like ????

lucas thought they were dating

okay maybe he knew they weren't and just wanted to stir the pot but still it was enough to make will open his eyes

mike meanwhile has finally broken down and gone to the girls for advice

to which he is greeted with both enthusiasm and a speech of "if you EVER hurt MY BROTHER..."

but yeah. mike ends up asking will out finally

on pioneer day as well, mike asked will if he would go out with him or if he'd have to settle for marrying a woodpecker

will happily agreed

but anyway

uh

lucas punches a pterodactyl in the face

i could go on and on but that's the limit of my brain atm. i love gravity falls. i love stranger things. this was lovely to think about

hogwarts au hcs:

ok so sorting the party into their houses is difficult as fuck. i can honestly see a valid argument of putting the party members in almost any house, and i'm totally here for that discussion, but for this hc set, these are the houses i'm putting them in:

mike: slytherin, will: gryffindor, dustin: ravenclaw, lucas: hufflepuff, max: slytherin, el: gryffindor

dustin is muggle born but god that does not stop him from learning and absorbing everything he can about the wizarding world

el has a cat, mike, lucas, max, and will have owls, and dustin has a toad

the toad's name is scribbles

idk why, it just is

also lucas and will play quidditch!! lucas is a keeper and will is a chaser

fred and george did not pass the maurauder's map to harry. they passed it to max and will

max and will have not told a soul that they have it, but they use it to their advantage and love it

mike and el have a competition of collecting chocolate frog cards

who has the most, the rarest ones, the most diverse set, etc

el is winning btw

lucas thinks the toothpaste every flavor bean tastes good

they all have some wonderful wizarding talents as well

as i said before, will and lucas are on the quidditch team, so they're good at that

lucas is also great in care of magical creatures

he loves every single one of those animals and knows just how to calm them and care for them

el has a real knack for herbology!!

she actually wants to come back and teach it after she graduates

el also. wants a pet mandrake

dustin is a potions MASTER

he learns all these tricks and does them so well that he could practically write a second edition of the half-blood prince's book

mike is good at charms!

he loves all those little helpful spells that just make life easier, ya know

those are the best

max is FANTASTIC at transfiguration

she can turn anything into. anything

in fact max has this little business (that might not be entirely safe or legal for her to do by wizarding standards, but she does it anyway)

she helps transfigure body parts of dysphoric trans hogwarts students

shh don't tell anyone

mike got the most O.W.L.s.

no one knows how, but he did

also max once locked umbridge in the room of requirement

"it was what i required at that time! it wasn't my fault, i swear!"

oh you know how i said dustin has a toad scribbles

he also is in the toad choir at hogwarts

he and scribbles both have voices of angels

when they're old enough, lucas and el get put as head boy and head girl

will is a prefect

mike flirting with him shamelessly and will trying to stay professional but he can't help but melt at his boyfriend's dumb little attempts to catch him off guard

sometimes he gets so flustered from mike's flirting that he can't remember the password to the common room and he has to wait for someone else to come back to help him

setting them in the year of triwizard tournament rn

lucas is the hogwarts champion!!!!!! bc who tf else i mean come on he's perfect

will drawing banners for lucas and mike charming them to animate

byler dancing at the yule ball :(((((((

ugh god i. i love them

again i could go on and on but that's the limit of my brain for tonight

hope you enjoyed!!!!!!

[opheliawillowbrook]

How the Cookie Crumbles

To say his brothers fought would be an understatement: They warred. That. That was the better word. However, it was Dick who was the peacemaker among them. The mediator extraordinaire, translating all his brothers’ woes and misunderstandings into less doom-pending transgressions. But to say this unofficial, yet very necessary part he played was tasking was yet another understatement of unspeakable proportions. It was a FUCKING LOT.

“I swear to God, Drake. You and Brown are a special kind of stupid.”

“Shut up, Damian! It’s a good idea!” Tim grumbled in reply.

“Yeah! You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first!”

Dick’s face fell upon hearing the argument and considered turning the other way, but he’d learned the hard way that his lack of interference could result in bloodshed. Damian did have a history of stabbing Tim, and Robin had an impressive body count, according to Jason. I’d better  make sure he doesn’t add two more.

“Well, fuck me and my  entire life,” Dick droned in frustration. “What are you three bitching about now?”

“Damian keeps saying our idea is stupid,” Stephanie tattled.

“Yeah!” Tim added with crossed arms. “He says we lack the fortitude for good ideas!”

“You do!” the current robin exclaimed.

“Damian?”

The youngest batboy rolled his eyes and reasoned, “Listen, I know these two brain donors barely have two brain cells to rub between them—”

“That’s not the only thing they rub!” Jason called from the other room.

Damian again rolled his eyes in contempt and continued, “And I’ve accepted, as a member of this family, that everyone gets to act a little stupid from time to time. However, as much as I would like to respect their commitment to their shared stupidity, I feel as if they are abusing the privilege and it needs to stop before one of them gets hurt.”

“Wow, he actually cares,” Jason added from still in another room.

“Have you been sitting there listening the whole time?” Dick asked, near facepalm.

“Affirmative,” Jason confirmed, entering from the hall.

“And you did nothing to stop them fighting?”

“It’s funnier this way.”

“Do I always have to be the responsible one?”

“Affirmative,” all four said with little thought.

“Okay then,” Dick sighed with reluctance. “Damian, I know you find it hard to accept the choices of others, but you need to understand that free choice and expression is about accepting that others may not make the same choices as you, and that’s okay. It’s the same as you choosing not to take my dating advice and ask Raven out because you’re afraid of rejection—”

“Shut up, Grayson! This isn’t about me!!!” Damian spat.

“Damian has the hots for Raven?” Jason teased. “You have good taste, Mighty Mouse. She got a great—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Todd!” Dick and Damian ordered in unison.

“I was gonna say personality,” Jason droned. “Get your minds out of the gutter. I mean for fuck’ sake.”

“Sure you were,” Tim replied with a glower.

“Yeah Tim, cause you never stare at her tits while you talk to her,” Jason added, throwing him doubly under the bus.

“Dude, are you trying to get me killed?” Tim said, shooting an elbow into his brother’s ribs as Damian and Stephanie both glared. Spurring Dick into a further mood for murder.

“My point being is, just because you don’t like other peoples’ ideas, doesn’t mean they’re stupid.”

“Tell them the idea, guys!” Jason urged, stirring the pot.

Stephanie and Tim looked at each other and nodded, as though they’d discovered the holy grail itself. “We’re gonna write a series of YA novels and sell them on the web!” Steph sang optimistically.

“Yeah, it’s a huge and diverse market,” Tim added.

“And with established characters, we’ll make a killing.”

Dick’s brow furrowed. “That sounds like fanfiction?”

“It sounds like utter bullshit,” Damian sneered, not single fuck given.

“It’s not bullshit,” Tim snapped. “YA novels make up a huge portion of the market. People love those things.”

“Then name one YA novel that has sold more than a manga in the last 10 years?”

Tim shrugged. “I can’t think of one at the top of my head, but there they definitely exist and sell.”

“Yeah, so does my fanfiction based on this family,” Jason added under his breath.

“What?” Everyone asked.

“Nothing. Continue.”

“So anyway, I told Damian it’s a foolproof plan.”

Dick rolled his eyes with a bit of doubt, but who was he to judge or discourage their creativity. I mean, he dropped out of college after all? “I’m not saying I believe it’s bulletproof, because frankly, nothing is. But I’m curious why you would consider telling Damian? I mean, he hates most things.”

“And Drake. I hate Drake.”

“We’re all very aware, Dami,” Dick drawled in annoyance. “But yeah, why would you tell him anything important to you? Especially that?”

“Well, we kinda needed a loan. I knew Bruce would undoubtedly say no and, well, Damian has money.”

“Because I make good business decisions.”

“I don’t know why I thought of asking you?”

“You didn’t, Jason told you to,” Stephanie confessed, recalling an earlier conversation.

“Jason, really?” Dick tsked.

“Hey, Damian does make good business decisions. Who do you think cleans and invests money? It’s certainly not Alfred.”

“Because Alfred would have nothing to do with your blood money, Jason. And Damian, I’m very disappointed in you!”

“Grayson, I don’t know what high horse you are riding on today, but you better come off it. Father told me if I wanted money, that I needed to earn it and that I should get a job. So I got one.”

“Laundering money for Red Hood’s criminal Enterprise is not a job!”

“Actually it is. Mighty Mouse made us an LLC and everything. I own several Wash & Folds, all legitimate! Thanks to Hell Spawn here! I’m actually considering making him a partner.”

“So will your LLC fund our YA Novels?”

“Oh fuck no!”

“Come on, Jay! We have a solid business plan,” Stephanie pleased.

“You’re business plan is a bunch of meaningless numbers written on the back of a napkin and poorly illustrated versions of us,” Damian said, holding up the napkin in question.

“Okay, so it’s not the final draft, but we’re working on it!” Tim said pointedly.

“Yeah, as tempting as this all sounds, I didn’t make my money making half baked business decisions,” Jason reasoned

“No, you made it by taking over Gotham’s drug trade,” Dick clarified with disapproval.

“Which was a solid business decision.”

“Why do I even talk to you?”

“I don’t know why I talk to any of you,” Damian scowled, arms crossed, grateful there was no shared genetics between him and his adoptive kin. “I don’t understand what father saw in any of you.

“I can’t answer that,” Jason replied. “However, I can tell you, from personal experience, what he saw in your mom.”

“Do you wanna die, Todd?”

“Do you wanna not have a job?” Jason wanted. “Also, been there done that. But hey, if I died twice then I’d have buffy status so don’t threaten me with a good time, kid.”

“On that note, I’m leaving,” Damian grimaced. “I have to meet Raven, anyway.”

“Oh,” Dick sang. “You have a date!”

“It’s not a date.”

“Bet you wish it was a date,” Stephanie teased. “Y’know, if you just stopped acting like a dick all the time, I bet she’d go out with you.”

“Shut up, Brown.”

“Oh no,” Dick smiled. “I know it’s hard to believe, but he’s nice to Raven.”

“Hey keep that shit up,” Jason added. “If you’re nice to her, she’d be nice to you!”

“I hate all of you,” Damian proclaimed and stormed away.

“Fuck you too! See you at work Monday! Jason called, earning a tiger middle finger.

“He might be an asshole, but he’s a good kid,” Jason nodded with a sense of pride, causing to Dick to silently scoff. “Still needs to get laid though.”

“Bruce is gonna be so pissed when he finds out you pulled Dami into your bullshit.”

“You’re using Raven’s pet name for him now?” Jason mocked. “And fucker’s gonna have to prove it first; there’s a reason I hired ‘Dami’ for that job.”

“Dude, fuck you; dig your grave,” Dick lamented. “And don’t come at me with one of your tired ass death jokes, they’re getting old.”

“Suit yourself,” the Outlaw glowered as silence set in.

“So Dick,” Tim dared sheepishly. “You, um, wanna invest in--”

“Absolutely not,” the elder hero replied.

Leaving Jason to chuckle. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbled.”

If you enjoyed that feel free to leave me kudos 👉 here on Ao3 lol. If you have any remdom prompts send them my way; maybe I’ll feel inspired 😘

[aquariuscurly94]

Birds and Bees

Summary: Dick Grayson just wanted to make some coffee before morning training with the team. He was not exactly inspecting to discover that Damian and Raven are in a relationship and were having a make out session in the kitchen and he was also not inspecting to have a very specific conversation with him about it either.

Oh, what a lovely morning.

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own anything from the DC universe or the Teen Titans :)

Notes: We get to see Dick being a big brother to Damian 😁

It had started out as a decent morning so far for Dick Grayson. He woke up when the sun rising with different patches of pink and oranges surrounding the room of his Tamaranian girlfriend that was sleeping soundly next to him.

He turned from the window to lean down to kiss the top of her hair before he got up from the bed and grabbed some clothes that was scattered around the floor below him and quietly slip out of the room to get started on coffee before the start of morning training with the team. He hummed a random tune as he made his way down to the kitchen to get started but suddenly paused his moments because of hushed voices that was coming from the kitchen.

“What if someone walks in?” Said a voice that sounded a lot like Raven.

Dick’s eyebrow lifted with interest as he leaned against the wall that would lead him to the kitchen, wondering who the quiet empath was talking to and what could she be doing.

“No one would dare to interrupt us Raven.”

Dick’s mouth fell open when he recognized Damian’s low voice. What was Damian Wayne doing in the kitchen with Raven? Granted, ever since the lavender eyed empath had brought in the Great Dane puppy named Titus now three years old, he had noticed that they’ve gotten closer ever since. In his eyes he shouldn’t even be surprise that they would be in the kitchen probably making tea. Maybe with the way things were said made him think that they were talking about something completely not so innocent things.

He was about to walk in to greet the young hero birds when suddenly things had gotten quiet, and it made him pause his steps when he started hearing what it sounded like heavy breathing. Seconds later, his whole body froze when he started hearing kissing noises. A sound that he was too familiar with because he had shared a ton of kisses with Kori.

Wait, kissing noises?! Since when have these two started kissing? And why in the kitchen of all places?! That’s why there’s tons of room in the tower! They cook in the kitchen!

“Damian….” Dick heard Raven muttered breathlessly. “We should really go somewhere else with this.”

“Don’t worry about it, Raven.” Damian told her, reassuring her before the sounds of kissing and heavy breaths resumed.

Dick shook his head as he rakes his fingers through dark hair as he started pacing in circles, wondering about what to do in this situation. He wants to know why him of all people that he had to be the one to catch them kissing in the kitchen? Should he even interrupt them?

His blue eyes widen as more thoughts entered his mind. What if—they’ve been doing more than just kissing? Dick shook his head at the thought, but he knows that he should do something and fast. He sighed heavily when he realized that he very soon he was going to have a very serious conversation with the teen hero. A conversation that he was all too familiar with.

Dick squared his shoulders and took a deep breath before striding into the kitchen and found the teens leaning against the counter making out with their arms wrapped around each other. Dick smiled at them when they had pulled away quickly once they had noticed that they were no longer alone in the kitchen. “Good morning!” he said, humming when he had walked over to start the coffee pot. “Don’t mind me, please continue!”

“Grayson…” The youngest Robin said through clenched teeth. “How long were you there?”

Dick eyed the annoyed former assassin that was standing very close to the embarrassed empath with a protective arm wrapped around her. Dick shrugged his shoulders when he smirked at him. “Not long don’t worry. How long has this been going on? I am extremely curious.”

“That’s none of your business.” Damian said, narrowing his emerald eyes at the older raven-haired man.

Dick rolled his eyes when he turned around to put creamer in his coffee, making sure to stir it with a spoon that he had grabbed from a drawer before taking a small sip. “Then you should’ve gone somewhere with a bit more… privacy,” he pointed out to him nonchalantly. “After all, there are hundreds of rooms in this tower.”

Dick cocked his head to the side as he tapped the edge of the coffee cup with a finger, watching Raven remove herself from Damian’s hold that he had on her protectively. “I should…” her violet eyes looked at his ocean ones for a moment before her eyes looked down elsewhere to avoid his curious stare. “Take Titus for a walk.” He smiled at her as he watched her walk out of the kitchen to leave Dick and Damian alone.

The two of them held contest and Dick never removed his azure eyes away from the forest irises as he continues sipping his coffee slowly on purpose, waiting for the youngest hero to say something to break the silence that had fell between them after she had left. He chuckled when Damian folded his arms tightly over his chest and Dick assumes that he was probably plotting at least over a hundred ways to kill him right about now.

“So…” Dick began, clearing his throat as he sat his coffee down on the counter next to him and leaned casually against it. “You and Raven huh? I am quite surprised,” he told him truthfully, scratching the back of his neck. “How long has this been going on?”

His lips curled up in a lopsided smirk when he saw a flash of pink on Damian’s cheeks. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Damian. Though, I need to know something.”

“And I told you before Grayson,” Damian muttered out through clenched teeth. “It’s none of your damn business. So, there’s nothing that you need to know about what’s going on between Raven and I.”

The former Robin rolled his eyes at the hostility that he was receiving. He knows that the son of his mentor can be difficult at times and he had hoped that he would be willing to open up or at least talk to him rather than the Dark Knight himself. Maybe if Dick haven’t been teasing him about the new discovery of Damian’s relationship with Raven, he would’ve had a different outcome. He sighed heavily as he thought of another way to ask him questions.

“If we are done here…” Damian said, making his way out of the kitchen after he had grown tired of Dick’s pestering but stopped on his heels when he heard the older hero clearing his throat and he looked over his shoulder with a tight frown. “What?”

“I… am happy for you Dami,” Dick ignored the scowl that the youngest Robin was giving him at the nickname. “It’s just, uh,” he muttered as he tried to come up with an idea on how to start this conversation in a way that wouldn’t be awkward for the two of them even though it was mainly about the younger male. “I know that it’s not my business, but I think we need to have a conversation about something.” He nodded his head towards the medium size kitchen table, lifting a brow when he had walked over to sit down in one of the chairs and pointed to the other one that was across from him.

“What kind of conversation Grayson?” Damian asked, trying to decide if he should walk over to the chair or to just simply walk away from him all together. He doesn’t have time for riddles or games with the annoying hero that was waiting patiently for him to walk over to sit with him. “Tell me now. I do not have time for this.”

“Oh? Then I guess we should hurry then so you can get back to Raven.” Dick didn’t miss the way Damian’s cheeks turn slightly pink at her name. He smiled when Damian finally decided to walk over to across from him reluctantly after a few seconds of silence. “Good. Good,” he pushed back a few loose strands of his hair as he chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully as he tries to figure out on how to start the conversation.

“Well? Out with it. Or I will walk out of here.” Damian told him, breaking into Dick’s thoughts. He folded his arms over his chest and shot him a glare. “Now,” he demanded when Dick didn’t say anything more.

“Are you two…” Dick started to say before stopping himself as he tries to think of a term to say. He could tell from the annoyed stare that Damian was giving him that he was about two seconds away from leaving the kitchen all together. “Active?”

“What do you mean by active?” Damian asked, knitting his brows together.

Dick shifted awkwardly in his chair as he tried not to let the young hero know that he was quite uncomfortable in this situation. He rubbed the back of his neck and sucked in a breath. “Are you two sexually active?” he tried again with more confidence this time. “You can be honest with me, Dami,” he added when he saw Damian narrowing his green irises at him.

“ I told you before that it’s not your damn—”

“Business? Yea, I know. You’ve told me that at least twice now,” Dick interrupted with a sort, shaking his head when he had leaned forward in his chair. “Listen. I want us to be honest with each other alright. Can you please just answer the question.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what sexual intercourse is. We don’t need to have a conversation about this.” Damian huffed out with a roll of his eyes as his patience started to grow thin.

Dick mentally groaned at Damian’s response of the topic and pursed his lips together in a thin line. “Just because you know about the basics of it doesn’t mean you actually know what it is,” he pointed out, folding his arms over chest as he tried not to smirk when Damian eased his glare at him. “That’s what I thought. Now,” he tried again, sighing heavily as he uncrossed his arms. “Have you two…”

“We haven’t…. not yet,” Damian jumped in, clearing his throat as he tries his best to avoid Dick’s ocean stare from across the table.

Dick released his breath that he didn’t realize he was holding when the teen had finally answered his question. He felt relieved at his answer and knew it must’ve been awkward for him. He had felt that way before when he was his age, but his conversation was with the Dark Knight and it had gone quite differently with him. Dick knew that he was different from Damian’s father and yes there were times that he needed to be serious especially on missions but overall, he believes that he has an interesting personality. At least, that’s what Kori would tell him.

“Good! I mean…” Dick paused when the former assassin narrowed his eyes at him. “That’s not what I meant. Promise,” he added quickly. “What I mean is that’s good that you two haven’t yet. That means that there is still time to…” he glanced up at the ceiling as he tried to collect his thoughts together. “Talk about it. Yea, that’s it!”

Damian lifted a brow at the former Robin. “So, what you are telling me is that I should simply ask Raven if she’s willing to copulate with me?”

Dick stared at him blankly at his choice of words that came from the raven-haired teen and had completely forgotten his brain works differently than his and he knows more vocabulary than him. “Yes…” he responded slowly, shaking his when his mind went back to the word that Damian had used. “But don’t use that word. You might get sent to a different dimension if you do,” he warned him. “You have to be more romantic about it and less you about it,” he explained to him.

“How Grayson?” Damian asked slowly. “I’ve done romantic things with her before,” he told him, and Dick’s lips turned upwards when he saw Damian’s olive cheeks turn pink. “But not like this,” he admitted quietly.

“Oh?” Dick wanted to tease the little Robin again about his new relationship, but he held back instead. He could tease him later. He was honestly shocked that Damian even had a romantic side to begin with. “I see,” he said, changing his teasing tone to a calmer one. “Just do what you would normally with her and when the timing is right you bring it up casually. Also,” he paused suddenly as he tried to think of a way to bring this side of the topic up. “You have to make sure that you use protection.”

“You can say condom Grayson. I am not a child. Anything else?” Damian asked, pushing his chair back and was about to get up from the table. “Anything else Grayson?” he asked when Dick didn’t answer right away.

“You need to be…careful with her Damian,” Dick told him after a lull of silence. He made sure to look directly into the young Robin’s emerald irises as he said this. Dick could tell that the teen was confused by what he had meant as his brows furrowed together. “It could hurt her. The first time I mean,” he explained to him slowly. “You have to be gentle with her. You can’t be rough with her. You must communicate with her. If she says to stop…you stop. It’s not all about you. Understand?” he asked in a stern voice.

“I…understand.” Damian said, balling his fists at his side. “I would never to something that could possibly hurt her.”

Dick nodded his head, knowing that Damian had meant what he said and stood up from his chair to walk over towards him. He watched the young hero look at him curiously when Dick reached over to ruffle his hair playfully. “Little D, I am glad that we had this talk,” he told him, chuckling when Damian swatted his hand away from his hair.

“Grayson… enough with the nicknames,” Damian huffed out with a roll of his eyes when he tried to fix his hair the way he had it earlier. He sighed in frustration when his hair wouldn’t go back to way it was before and decided to leave it be. “I’m going to check to see if Raven is back with Titus,” he told him, walking over to the open entryway that separates the kitchen and the living room. He paused his moments and looked over his shoulder to see the older hero making another cup of coffee with two cups instead one and knew that the other cup was for the red haired Tamaranian.

Dick could feel the pair of forest eyes on him as he put sugar in the coffees but didn’t turn around. “Got something on your mind?” he asked as he used the same spoon to stir the creamer he had poured in Kori’s coffee.

“I would like to thank you,” Damian said, and Dick smiled as he looked down at the light brown liquid. “And I will take heed your advice.”

“You are quite welcome D,” Dick said, turning around to face him with two mugs in his hands. He smirked as he walked by him. “Raven is a nice girl. Just take care of her okay?”

“She is… quite nice,” Damian agreed with a nod as he tried his best not to blush as he thought about the woman with maroon eyes and short plum hair. “And I will take care of her with my life. You have my word.”

“I know that you will.” Dick said, nudging his shoulder lightly against the youngest Robin. “Just…” he grinned wickedly as he quickly walked a safe distance away in case of retaliation. “Make sure you guys don’t do it in the kitchen. I’m so damn glad that I didn’t see anything weird besides kissing when I had walked in.”

“Grayson, I am plotting your demise as we speak.”

AN: Hi! I always feel Damian and Dick get along extremely well and I can picture them having this sort of conversation lol and Dick would definitely tease Damian about Raven too lol. Hope you guys liked it!!:)

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FEATURE: Happy Birthday Nico Robin! The Bringer Of Light

  Where to start?

  Before joining the Straw Hat Pirates, Nico Robin is first introduced to us as the illusive Vice President of Baroque Works, the right hand to Alabasta’s main antagonist, Crocodile. As many of you know, Luffy defeats Crocodile and uses his broken charisma stat to recruit Robin. With some powerful optimism, the powers of the Hana Hana no Mi, and unmatched intelligence, Robin often comes in handy. (See what I did there?)

  Though with great power comes … a heavy backstory and A LOT of conflict.

  From waging war with The World Government at Enies Lobby to battling it out with the strongest members of Cipher Pol No. 9, Luffy and the Straw Hat Pirates eventually liberate Robin in what might be the most symbolic moment in the series.

    But why must the Straw  Hats liberate Robin in the first place?

  We quickly find out that Robin is the sole survivor of Ohara — an island in the West Blue that was destroyed by The World Government. In their eyes, Robin and her people share an ability that makes them the most dangerous humans in the universe.

  This polarizing skill is her ability to read and decipher Poneglyphs.

  Poneglyphs are mysterious stone structures that contain written secrets that were lost in history. It's said that Robin is the only person left in the world who can interpret them.

  See, it’s ALSO alluded to that one cannot navigate to the final island and claim the One Piece without this (now-scarce) ability.

    Luffy simply cannot become King of the Pirates without Robin. And the greatest part is? Luffy is ignorant to all of this. He saw promise in someone who had no one, wagered his life, and extended his hand to her.

  Just as Luffy intends to fulfill the dreams of his crewmates, Luffy’s crewmates intend to fulfill his dream of becoming Pirate King. Nico Robin just so happens to be the biggest key to doing so.

  *MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD*

  In terms of power, it’s obvious Robin isn’t a monster on the same level as Luffy, Zoro, or Sanji, but if you’re a manga reader … you’ll know she’s rapidly becoming one.

  And SPEAKING of the One Piece manga ...

    ... we’ve recently learned that Cipher Pol Aigis Zero is in hot pursuit of Robin, and while their intentions aren’t directly stated, they emphasize that their mission is capturing her alive … it’s quite likely that they’d like to use Robin’s gift to bring light onto the One Piece themselves.

  There’s no telling if Cipher Pol Aigis Zero will be successful on their mission, but one thing is for sure, the Straw Hats have been unloading their stamina against Kaido and company with no idea that Cipher Pol Aigis Zero has been plottin’.

  Talk about an unpleasant birthday present. The pot is being stirred.

  Is Robin your favorite Straw Hat? Can the crew protect her from the Government?

        Alex Poehlman is a Features Writer for Crunchyroll. Want to talk One Piece? Follow him on Twitter!

  Do you love writing? Do you love anime? If you have an idea for a features story, pitch it to Crunchyroll Features! 

By: Alex Poehlman