#Robin said I love having friends 😘

[gralixe]

One Piece has so much gall giving so much screen time to characters I truly do not give a fuck about

[merlucide]

COUPLE COSTUMES W/ BLLK BOYS!

notes: ITS HALLOWEEN!! yippee!! Trying out a different style ig so??

characters: Shidou, Bachira, Isagi, Reo, Sendou, Rin, Aiku

warnings: fem!reader, can be read as Gn! Tho:) flirting in aiku’s! light cursing

SHIDOU RYUSEI 

angel + devil

Can’t go wrong with this classic! Ryusei is the one who suggested this costume, saying “Babe you’ve already got the horns sooo,” you smacked him for that. Though you did wear the devil costume while he went as the angel. Which it was a bit funny because it’s the total opposite of you two. You both ran around in the dark crowded streets, without a care in the world. Iconic, I fear.

BACHIRA MEGURU

Stitch + Angel (Lilo + Stitch)

Bachira has ALWAYS dressed up for Halloween, in fact, skipping out would be a crime! He loves animated movies and Lilo + Stitch was like a comfort movie to him. You both ordered the onsies a size to big so you guys would be drowning in it. You guys got a couple strange looks while out trick-or-treating by some younger kids. One kid told you guys “You’re too old for trick-or-treating!” To which your stubborn boyfriend’s response was “Nuh uh!”They were just jealous that your costumes were better 😘

ISAGI YOICHI

Bo Peep + Woody (Toy Story)

He wasn’t really planning on dressing up, maybe going as men in black but that’s as creative Yoichi gets. So you obviously decided the costumes, which had his mom fawn at how cute you both were (thanks Mrs Isagi!). You looked all darlin’ in your big hoop skirt and bonnet, and Yoichi in his cow print vest and signature cowboy hat. For pictures, he was stiff as a board—but we still love him!

MIKAGE REO

Victor + Emily (Corpse Bride)

Now Reo is 101% onboard for couple costumes. Are you kidding me?! It’s his DREAM.(ahem, following behind winning the World Cup and a few other things, but yk) And Reo, being the romantic that he is, adored the costume idea the second you suggested it! He stayed perfectly still while you applied some eyeliner and contoured his face, watching you with a soft blush. He is absolutely mesmerized at your costume, how you manage to pull of anything never fails to amaze him. Your friends and fans blew up social media with posts about how cute you looked, calling it “couple goals!”

SENDOU SHUTO

Wanda + Cosmo (Fairly OddParents)

Now, Sendou was against the idea, saying “…yeah that’s.. neat… but I’d look cooler as like a knight yk?”. To which you retorted with how it’s perfect for the two of you! So, a few fairly oddparents episodes later, and a bit of buttering him up, he agreed. And he ended up loving it! Feels a bit embarrassed about the fairy wings n all, but anything for his baby!

ITOSHI RIN

Robin + Starfire (DC titians)

The second you said “Couple Costume” Rin immediately shut you down. He loves you, really he does—just maybe not enough to torture himself in a cheesy Spirit Halloween costume. Oh… shit- well, maybe he does… He caved in but refused, REFUSED to wear the Teen Titans version, only the Nightwing one. He needs to look cool at least okay?? Thinks you look real pretty in your costume, maybe he’ll tell you, maybe he won’t. 🤭

OLIVER AIKU

Cat + Mouse

Yes it’s basic, but it’s cute, okay? Or it just works with the dynamic.. shh! The costume was his idea, if you couldn’t have figured it out. He had other ideas, that were, um, less appropriate. sir this is a Halloween party, not the strip club. He calls you his “little mouse” all night, along with plenty of lewd n’ crude, flirty remarks designed to get you flustered. But oh, how the tables turn when you make a bold, sneaky move to catch him off guard. Now you can smirk and say, “What? Cat got your tongue?”

FEEDBACK ALWAYS APPRECIATED!!

made October 31st 2024

[steddieas-shegoes]

Wiggly 🧠🪱 Wednesday

@runninriot decided to call me out at the perfect time 😘

eddie munson knows he has to leave hawkins. he decides to go as far as humanly possible, even though he'll miss everyone, even though it's the biggest risk he's ever taken. even though it might not work out. he buys a one way ticket to london and doesn't look back.

okay, he does look back a little. he calls wayne every friday and dustin every sunday. he calls the band once a month, planning it specifically for when he knows they're all together so he doesn't have to pay for three separate international calls.

but one thing he never does is call steve.

here's the thing: maybe if he'd been smart, and just said goodbye like a friend does, maybe a pat on the back or a quick hug, he could.

but he'd done something stupid when he said goodbye to steve, something he told himself he wasn't gonna do, but did anyway. he kissed him. right on the lips, on his doorstep, tears in his eyes.

and steve didn't understand because eddie just told him he would be taking a road trip. he didn't know it was goodbye.

dustin tells him steve asks about him all the time now. wayne says that harrington boy shows up every weekend to see if he's back yet. gareth even mentioned seeing him around town, wearing one of eddie's shirts.

but he's in london, and he's got a job, and a flat, and he's even managed to make a friend or two. if he went back, even for a visit, he knows what would happen. one look at steve and he'd abandon the new life he's living and commit to a lifetime of dealing with hawkins.

so he stays. and he finds comfort in living somewhere just foreign enough that he has to learn new slang and polite customs. he manages to avoid steve for nearly a year.

but dustin is a snitch, and wayne doesn't let eddie stand in his own way, and eddie comes home after a shift to steve harrington standing at the entrance to his building.

"steve?"

"did you come across the ocean to get away from me?"

it throws eddie off, hearing steve think the problem was him. as if eddie hasn't considered steve being the whole reason to go back this whole time.

"i came across the ocean to keep myself safe, to keep everyone i care about safe."

"so you kissed me knowing you wouldn't be back? and didn't call or anything."

eddie pushes steve inside.

steve's mad, but he lets eddie keep touching him. steve's mad, but he lets eddie hug him for minutes, silent as he wraps his arms around him, too. steve's mad, but he holds eddie when he starts crying and apologizing.

eddie's dumb, but he isn't dumb enough to let steve walk out of his life the way he walked out of steve's.

eddie's in love, always has been, probably always will be. and steve might be too.

steve stays the night. and then the week. he had no return flight planned and eddie doesn't push.

he does call robin twice, and then calls dustin to tell him he thinks he's gonna stick around in london for a bit, see what this place has to offer.

eddie listens from the table, where he's planning his groceries around what steve wants to cook for them next week.

he smiles as steve ends the call, comes up behind him, and wraps his arms around him, kissing the top of his head and then his neck.

"you wrote mountain dew twice, baby."

"because i want two of them."

steve laughs and it's the only thing eddie was truly missing here.

and now he doesn't have to.

🪱🪱🪱🪱🪱🪱🪱🪱

i'll tag a few people who i would like to live inside their brain for a day: @wormdebut @little-annie @thisapplepielife @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @pennyplainknits

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: I Can’t Help Myself*

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Summary: While Joe’s away doing foundation stuff, there's an overwhelming amount of photos of him popping up on Twitter and Instagram. All of them had you patiently waiting for your fiance's arrival home.

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagines Universe: Just the Two of Us

A/N: Apron and shirtless Joe have me feral, had to speed-write this.

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March 3rd, 2024

It all started with an innocent text from my bestie.

Attachment: 1 Image… Tumblr is going crazy over this right now!

At that moment, I shook my head with a laugh at my best friend's text. She was on Tumblr to keep up with her celebrity crushes, but one day, she jokingly looked my fiance's name up. She would never give me details about what was on the ‘tag’, but she'd now and then tell me what was up with Joe Burrow Tumblr.

Joe had left the house earlier today for a foundation event at a soup kitchen here in Cincy. Robin and Jimmy, Joe’s parents, had come from Athens and were going with him.

By the looks of the picture my best friend sent, Joe wasn't having as bad of a time as he anticipated he would. This morning was full of endless grumbles before I eventually shoved Joe out of the door, but he was smiling in the picture as he poured some soup into a bowl.

He seriously looked adorable. The Guinness hat gives him an oddly innocent look, while the apron he's wearing adds to the cuteness factor.

I'm so buying that man an apron to wear when we're cooking. I thought to myself, giggling out loud.

After sending my bestie a quick response back, I pulled up Joe’s contact.

Nice apron, cutie. 😉

Naturally, It was a while later when Joe answered, but his response set butterflies off in my stomach.

Depending on the intentions behind the wink emoji, I could ask to bring one home if it works ya up.

Taking a few moments to calm down, I shot a nonchalant response back to Joe.

The hat too?

The hat too. I draw the line at the plastic gloves, though. I gotta feel you with no barriers, baby.

How this man can control every pulse point in my body with just his words will never fail to amaze me.

Shit, my mom was reading that beside me. 😬

JOSEPH LEE BURROW.

My stomach dropped at the thought of Robin reading her son practically dirty-talking to me. That's next-level embarrassment.

I'm joking, babe. See you later, with an apron and hat.

Omg, Joe! If I was with you right now, you'd get smacked in the back of the head. I love you, though. See ya later!

Love you too. 😘

This morning, Joe woke up ready to go. I'm not talking about being ready to go to the foundation event, I'm talking about sex.

Joe woke up most mornings wanting a quick romp to start the day, so it had slowly become a part of our daily routine.

It was a different story today, though.

—

Still naked from the previous night’s lovemaking session, Joe had pulled me into him as our lips met. I'd just gotten close enough to grind on his erection when Joe’s phone rang on the nightstand.

“You should probably get that.” - you said between kisses

Joe groaned out of annoyance when he pulled away and grabbed his phone, rolling his eyes when he saw the caller ID.

“Who is it?” - you stroked his chest

“My mom.” - Joe

“Why'd you roll your eyes then?” - you

He sighed and pulled me into his chest, moving his hips away, knowing any friction would make him lose control.

“She treats me like a little kid every time we have one of these foundation events.” - Joe

“You're her baby, Joe. She’s just looking out for you.” - you

Joe nodded with a sigh and accepted the call.

“Hey Mom, yeah I'm awake.” - Joe

His deep, raspy morning voice made my cheeks heat up, and I hid my blush in his chest.

“My shirt’s been ironed, yes. y/n ironed it and laid it out last night.” - Joe

The silence gave me the ability to hear what Robin was saying, and the words she said only made my heart flutter.

“You better have thanked her. Joe, I don't think you realize how lucky you are to have that woman by your side.” - Robin

“I'm very lucky, Mom. Wouldn't be who I am without her.” - Joe

“Make sure she knows that. I'll see you later, sweetie!” - Robin

“Bye, Mom.” - Joe

I cuddled closer to Joe, listening to him mumble a quick “Yes, I love you too” before hanging up.

“Wouldn't be where you are without me, huh sheisty?” - you laughed

“Shut it.” - Joe rolled his eyes

A few seconds of content silence passed before Joe cleared his throat and sat up.

“Okay, I'm like super horny right now, but I'm gonna push that away because I've been thinking about something.” - Joe

“What's that?” - you

“We still haven't told anybody that I proposed. I told you we could wait till we got back to Cincy, and we've been back for weeks. I'm trying to say that we need to tell our families soon.” - Joe

“Oh ok, that's fine. Whenever you want to, I'm down.” - you

“Actually? Just like that?” - Joe

I giggled and gently reached out to comb back the curls that had fallen over on Joe’s forehead.

“Yeah, just like that. It's been fun keeping it just between us, but I want nothing more than telling our family we’re gonna get married.” - you

“Can I also ask you about something else?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

Joe sighed and took a second to clear his thoughts.

“You okay?” - you

“Yeah… I'm just trying to pay attention, it's kinda hard to, you know…” - Joe

He flicked his head down toward the tented sheet covering his lap.

“Focus, babe.” - you laughed

“Okay, uhm… what if we got married earlier than this coming offseason?” - Joe

“What do you mean?” - you tilted your head to the side

“What if we got married at the courthouse, no one else there? Just you, me, and the judge. It could be as soon as next month or as late as a week before our actual ceremony.” - Joe

I let his idea sink in, thinking about how sweet his idea of getting married soon is.

“I’m listening.” - you smiled

“We won't do our big vows or even exchange rings yet, just the license saying we're married, and hopefully your name change.” - Joe grinned

“y/n Burrow.” - you

Joe grinned from ear to ear, a blush on his cheeks as he heard my first name paired with his last name.

“Always thought that sounded perfect. I remember thinking about it on the first day of college during roll call. I couldn't take my eyes off of you after our professor said your name, and I thought about your last name as Burrow.” - Joe

“You're adorable.” - you

“Thanks.” - Joe

A few seconds went by without either of us saying something, but Joe broke it with a sigh.

“Are we going to continue what we were doing before your mom called?” - you

“Sadly, I have to start getting ready. Waiting will make tonight even better, though.” - Joe winked

“How do you know I'll even want it later?” - you

“You will, baby. You always do.” - Joe

—

Now, here I was, staring at a picture of my fiance pouring soup into a bowl.

Something about the moment just screamed husband.

Maybe it was the adorable apron. Or hat. Or plastic gloves.

Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. More of him. All of him.

My thoughts lingered to the most intimate moments with Joe. Catching myself before I got too worked up, I pulled up my phone to scroll through Instagram.

As soon as I did, though, my plan of a distraction was shot to hell.

Justin Hillard made a post of the Arizona trip the boys went on and one of the last slides showcased a sweaty, shirtless Joe.

“Where's Joe when you need him.” - you groaned

—

What felt like hours later, I heard the garage door open signaling Joe was home.

A minute later, his tall frame was striding into the kitchen. I watched him look around for a second before his eyes landed on me.

A grin formed on his lips as he walked up to the couch. Joe dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned in for a kiss.

When I went to pull away, Joe grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. After a few minutes of making out, Joe finally pulled away.

“Sorry, I really needed that.” - Joe sheepishly smiled

“It's alright, I did too.” - you smiled

“How was your day? I didn't leave you too bored, right?” - Joe

“My day was good, and no. I spent most of it obsessing over the new pics of you.” - you

“Felt like I never left then, huh?” - Joe

“Dead wrong. Staring at the pictures only made me miss you more.” - you

I watched as Joe teasingly licked his lips, never once breaking eye contact.

“Why's that?” - Joe

“Cut the shit, Joe. You know exactly why.” - you

“Because we didn't have sex this morning? That's why you missed me?” - Joe

“Well, that's not the only reason why. I naturally hate being away from you, but yes sex has something to do with it.” - you

Joe reached out and placed his hand on my inner thigh, nestling his hand against my crotch.

“Wanna go upstairs then?.” - Joe

I nodded, and Joe was quick to stand up and pick me up bridal style.

Giggles flew from both of our lips as Joe hurried up the stairs to our bedroom.

Soon, Joe was laying me on the bed and crawling on top of me.

“I love you.” - you said between kisses

Joe smiled and returned the sentiment, my arms wrapping around his neck as we kissed.

“Listen let's just get straight to it. I've been looking forward to this all day.” - you

“You don't want the tongue & finger combo first?” - Joe

I laughed at his bluntness before nodding my head.

“I need you inside me.” - you

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” - Joe

Joe placed his lips back on mine and shifted his weight onto one arm, lifting the other hand to unzip his fly.

I helped him shed his pants off, but Joe took my hand away when I reached for his boxers. He sat back on his knees for a second to pull his shirt over his head, quickly returning to his position above me when he was done.

My arms were around his shoulder as Joe slowly dropped his hips to grind on me. Just seconds later he'd pull away to take my clothes off.

When we were both naked, Joe’s lust-filled eyes scanned over my body before reversing course and locking with mine.

“God, you're beautiful, baby.” - Joe

After Joe lined himself up to my entrance, he slowly pushed inside. Making sure I felt every inch of him.

“You feel so good.” - Joe groaned

“You too…” - you

“So hot and wet for me, baby.” - Joe

Joe didn't move for a minute, just savoring the feeling of my walls wrapped around his hard cock.

“Joey, move, please?” - you

I watched him nod before he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek. Joe formed a path of kisses from my cheek to my lips.

Once he met my lips, Joe slipped out of me before slamming his cock back inside.

Both of us moaned loudly when his tip hit my cervix, my walls squeezing Joe’s thrusting cock as he set a rough pace.

“You feel insane.” - Joe moaned

“I've been dreaming about this… all day.” - you

A few minutes later, Joe and I were still locked together at mouth and crotch.

“I'm not gonna last much longer.” - Joe moaned

“Me… neither.” - you

Joe’s face contorted as the overwhelming pleasure coursed through his body. His cute nose scrunching as his eyes are clenched shut.

“Oh, fuck!” - Joe grunts

Seconds later, with a shaky hand, Joe reaches down to where we were connected and rubbed my clit with his thumb. His thrusts became uneven but never once unsatisfactory.

“Joey! I'm gonna cum!” - you moaned

It wasn't much longer after that when I fell over the edge, moaning Joe’s name through my climax.

Joe continued his thrusts before rushing to get as deep as he could.

His head fell back, and his mouth fell open. A moan and grunt of my name leaves his pretty pink lips as he cums.

After his orgasm, Joe fell forward and on top of me. Burying his face in my neck as he stayed inside me, fading out the experience.

I reached a hand up and cupped the back of Joe’s head, slowly running my fingers through his unruly curls. The comforting sounds of our mutual heavy breath and the ceiling fan created a soft moment.

“You really liked that apron, huh?” - Joe

“Yeah.” - you giggled

Joe stayed there for a bit, enjoying being cuddled before he eventually pulled out and hopped out of bed.

My eyes lingered on his perfectly plump butt as Joe walked into our bathroom, later returning with a washcloth to clean us both up.

He strode up to me as I stayed lying in the bed. Joe softly caressed my thighs while gently spreading my legs apart.

I hummed in contentment at the feel of the warm washcloth, and Joe only smiled at the sound.

After cleaning himself up too, Joe slipped on a pair of clean boxers.

“Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in? Panties too, maybe?” - Joe

“Just one of your shirts will be fine.” - you smiled

Joe nodded and disappeared into the closet. A few seconds later, he walked back in with one of his pregame shirts that was from a previous season.

“Lean up for me, baby.” - Joe

I did his bidding and Joe slipped the top over my head, making sure my arms went through the sleeves.

“Comfy?” - Joe

He walked around the bed and climbed into his side.

“Very, and it smells like you.” - you grinned

“I hope that's a good thing.” - Joe laughed

“It's a very good thing, you smell delicious.” - you

Joe chuckled as he pulled me into his chest, one of his big hands running over my back as my head was hidden in Joe’s neck.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you more.” - Joe

He lovingly stroked my hair, providing tender words of affirmation and holding me tightly in his arms during their comforting aftercare ritual.

“Oh shit, do you know what I just realized?” - Joe

“What?” - you

“My apron is down in my car. I forgot to show you.” - Joe sighed

“It's okay. You can show me tomorrow.” - you giggled

“Guess what.” - Joe

I narrowed my eyes, trying to see his expression in the dark but failing.

“What?” - you

“I grabbed one for you too.” - Joe smiled

“Oh my god.” - you laughed

“I couldn't help myself!” - Joe

He laughed along with me before we both paused, coincidently yawning in sync, which ended in another laughing fit.

“Goodnight, baby.” - you

“Goodnight, my love.” - Joe

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Authors note: because Joe was illegally fine that day.

Came from my own head! 💞

[penny00dreadful]

This is so fucking stupid and I'm not sorry. Inspired by this video of the two guitarists from DragonForce taking the piss out of Sabaton(affectionately).

Jeffington: Just ended your whole career on live 😘

Eddie scrunched his eyes closed then wrenched them open again, trying to make sense of what he was seeing on his screen. It was too early in the fucking morning for this shit. 

Whatever.

He buried his face back in between Steve’s shoulders and allowed himself to fall asleep once more.

Corroded Coffin had only started making it big in the early 90’s when they split right down the middle. As time went on they started to drift towards different subgenres. Jeff and Grant had wanted to explore a more international sound, while Gareth and Eddie were happy to stay in the power metal scene with just a touch of neoclassical. 

They had tried to make it work, but the sounds were just too different and while Eddie and Grant wanted to continue on with lyrics full of fantasy and gothic romance, Jeff and Grant had wanted to focus more on ‘the human condition’.

So they separated. Eddie and Gareth had kept the Corroded Coffin name while Jeff and Grant travelled, exploring their sound.

There was no animosity. They were all still the best of friends. Even as Jeff and Grant had settled in Stockholm, where they had quickly shot to stardom with their new band members, Eddie and Gareth made their home in California enjoying their own success. They met up as often as they could, whenever tour dates aligned or they were booked into the same festivals.

Eddie and Steve were godfathers to Grant’s youngest daughter.

He and Gareth had been groomsmen in Jeff’s wedding.

They were solid.

Which was why the text from Jeff was more exasperating than worrying. 

Plus it was like… nine in the morning which, granted, wasn't early, early but Eddie was a damn rockstar.

And he might have lost track of time reading last night and stayed up until four but that's besides the point. 

But then Steve was handing him his morning coffee with a kiss, saying Robin had sent him a link to something and fine. He’d go watch whatever stupid shit Jeff pulled.

Eddie settled back into bed because he could and it was a Sunday.

Sue him.

But he couldn’t decide if he should be fake-mad or wildly entertained because the link Robin had sent opened the VOD about an hour into the stream, just in time for Grant to say “Should we do Corroded Coffin?”

Both Jeff and Grant were sitting in Jeff’s studio space in front of Jeff’s computer with a range of instruments behind them, grinning at each other.

“Oh shit, definitely!” Jeff stood and seemed to think about it for a second before picking up one of his guitars, a bright acid green with black tendrils running throughout. “The most dramatic of the bunch,” he leaned into the mic, gesturing at the guitar before taking his seat again, “just like their frontman.”

Eddie rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. 

“You think you can shred like Munson?” Grant asked, leaning forward and starting to tap out drum beats on the laptop.

Jeff scoffed. “Yeah right. Let me just play at five-fucking-thousand bpm and sing at the same time. It’s gonna be an approximation at best.”

Surprisingly enough the music they came up with did sound very close to Corroded Coffin’s sound. Grant relied heavily on the kick-drum and high hat to a ridiculous degree for Gareth's part and yeah, fair.

Gareth did love his high hat.

Jeff played the fastest guitar riff he could muster which honestly wasn’t that bad. He couldn’t go quite as hard as Eddie could but guitar was always Eddie’s first love and he was a master at his craft. Jeff gave the camera a cheeky wink as he used the computer to speed the guitar solo up, making it sound far more complex.

“I swear to god,” Eddie muttered to himself, “if they insinuate that I do that, I’ll fucking-”

“Eddie would never.” Jeff said, responding to someone in the chat who’d asked that very question.

Grant looked up with a sly smile. “Oh, god no. He’d never. He’s too proud for that.”

Cheeky bastards.

“You know what this needs?”

“Female backing vocals?”

“Yes!" Jeff snapped his fingers. "Exactly. Like something pulled from Jackson’s Lord of the Rings!”

“Oh come on!” Eddie pouted, but even still he could tell they weren’t actually making fun.

A notification popped up on Eddie’s phone.

Gare-Bear: Have you watched the stream?

Eddie: Watching right now. They’re starting on the lyrics.

Gare-Bear: Did Robin send you the link?

Eddie: Yeah.

Gare-Bear: Okay, keep watching.

Eddie: 👍

By the time the guys had hashed the lyrics out, punctuating them with high falsetto points that freaked Jeff’s cats out, Eddie was giggling into his coffee. The lyrics were so comically bad but they were so Corroded Coffin at the same time.

I wear armour and I am sad. I'm all alone and I am sad.  Such a lone wolf am I.  Except I'm not because here comes this hot man who's totally not my husband. Bats and demons and darkness and death. Bow down to me.  Kneel before me.  I am your master.  This is about sex. Oh, look, a dragon! I'll suck your blood then I'll fuck you through the wall. Except I won't because you're an allegory for my husband again. I'll fuck him instead. Every song involves him in some way. Because I'm a big fucking sap.

And then it happened. That crafty wench.

A message popped up in the chat.

BuckyBirdie: Needs more dick sucking lyrics.

“Holy shit.” Grant whipped out his phone. “R- Birdie? Is that you? Stay right there, hold on.”

While Jeff continued to play through the guitar, Grant disappeared, raising the phone to his ear before coming back a few minutes later and whispering something to Jeff.

Jeff’s whole face split into the most mischievous of smiles and Eddie only had time to think oh no before Robin’s face appeared, joining the stream with a tired if not slightly manic expression, all topped off by her yummy sushi pyjamas.

The first thing Grant said to her was “What fucking time is it over there, Birdie?” 

“I dunno.” She shrugged, looking down at her watch. “Like half six in the morning?”

“Oh. Could be worse then.”

“I haven’t slept yet.” She said with a bright smile.

“Dude! Why not?”

“I got into cryptography again last night and I haven’t stopped. Don’t tell Steve.”

Oh, I am so telling Steve. Eddie thought to himself.

“God. What a fuckin’ nerd.” Jeff punctuated his statement with a loud strum of his guitar.

Robin stuck her tongue out. “Takes one to know one.”

“Ouch. Right in my middle schooler heart.”

“Anyway, a little birdie told me you boys need some backing vocals?”

Eddie didn’t know how he was going to get her back for this, but he was sure he’d be able to figure something out eventually.

Like banging pots and pans in her hallway while she slept off her cryptography binge.

Though it was almost worth the hilarity because noted lesbian Robin Buckley happily sat there, singing about dick and tongues and assholes in a high ethereal voice that was then layered behind Jeff's.

By the end, the chat was going wild asking when it was going to be available to stream because even though it was a parody song, it was annoyingly catchy. Just before they signed off, Jeff and Grant let their audience know they’d ask Eddie and Gareth for permission before they’d do anything.

Eddie minimised the video and opened up his chat with Gareth.

Eddie: You wanna let them release it?

Gare-Bear: Fuck yeah!

Eddie: Awesome.

[at1nys-blog]

Next Door

When you try to save your friends from bad press (your father's opinion on them) ending up having to find a way to survive it turns different than what you expected, but along the way there are your best friends, new friends and a very annoying gym bro that lives just Next Door

Previously on... Next Door//More about... Next Door//Next on... Next Door

Vol.11 Ch.46-he panics

monkey_dluffy

📍 Somewhere in Tokyo

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monkey_dluffy: I think I can’t read the map…

z0r0: you think?

^yn.ishere: you are worst than him

candychopper: I don’t want to know how the rest of they day will go

^ro.bin: please call me in case you get kidnapped

^candychopper: MUM?!

^_nami_: so Robin core…

san_ji3: please leave Zoro to rot somewhere away from us

^koalala: isn’t he your friend?

^z0r0: never say it again

z0r0

liked by yasusopp, art.kaya., shim0.kuina and 1,560 others

z0r0: he is not shy to ask for a slush but when I take a picture he panics…

tagged candychopper

acenotass: cutie pie

yn.ishere: my baby is so adorable @/z0r0 keep taking pictures thanks

^candychopper: no thanks

^z0r0: will do

idc_sabo0: where are my pictures?

^monkey_dluffy: ILL TAKE YOURS

^idc_sabo0: never mind

acenotass

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acenotass: he can’t stay away from me

tagged yasusopp

yasusopp: DUDE YOU DID NOT FALL ASLEEP YET THATS A MIRACLE

^idc_sabo0: you just spoke…

^monkey_dluffy: you jinxed it

san_ji3: is this my sign that I can’t have nice things?

^z0r0: stop simping

^acenotass: you can have me whenever you want

yn.ishere: @/art.kaya. look at your boyfriend being all lovely dovey with a MAN

^art.kaya.: I wished it was a one time thing…

^yasusopp: you know I only love you 😘

^art.kaya.: you better

yasusopp

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yasusopp: I said “look at the camera” I guess he is deaf

tagged idc_sabo0

idc_sabo0: I might be deaf but I’m not blind. Apologize 😤

koalala: why can’t you do as told?

^idc_sabo0: I do as you tell me to

^koalala: you only do in the bedroom…

^yn.ishere: TMI TMI

yn.ishere: worst model ever

^idc_sabo0: the model herself is speaking 🙄

^yn.ishere: still better than you

idc_sabo0

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idc_sabo0: just… why?

tagged z0r0

z0r0: why not?

^_nami_: that’s not an answer

^z0r0: you are annoying

^_nami_: keep disrespecting me like that and your depts are going 📈

yn.ishere: he did this for me

^z0r0: you wish

^yn.ishere: 😊🔪😊🔪

^monkey_dluffy: you asked Sabo to take the picture so yn could see it???

^z0r0: I hate you

shim0.kuina: Beauty runs in the family

pinkyrona.: Next time keep it private

^z0r0: from now on I’ll never keep it private

candychopper

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candychopper: two seconds after I took this picture he fell asleep… @/yasusopp this is your fault

tagged acenotass, z0r0, monkey_dluffy and idc.sabo0

san_ji3: my turn when?

koalala: next time I’m coming too

^yn.ishere: same

^z0r0: btw how did it go with weird haircut and his dad?

^yn.ishere: about that…

^candychopper: mama y papa are going to fight

acenotass: at least it was for five minutes this time

^monkey_dluffy: doc is going to be proud of you

^pinkyrona.: ??

^acenotass: @/pinkyrona. long story

^pinkyrona.: noted

[starwarsmum]

Chapter 14 of Introducing Mousinette 🥰😘 angst warning for y'all, it doesn't get resolved for a couple chapters

Marinette woke the next morning to a firm hand gently shaking her shoulder, and stretched. Her eyes fluttered open and Damian smiled down at her. Her insides immediately turned to mush and she stammered a good morning.

“Good morning, Marinette. I would not have woken you, but we have classes soon. Did you want to use the bathroom first, or do you want coffee?”

“Bathroom, please,” she whispered, before dragging herself up and across the room. She splashed cool water on her face before running her toothbrush around her mouth, and rinsing with mouthwash. When she stepped out several minutes later, Damian was leaning on her kitchen counter, sipping his own mug of coffee. “All yours,” she said helpfully, stepping forward to accept her own cup.

“I have already used the bathroom, but thank you. I also asked Kent to bring me extra tools for our classes today, so I shall not be under prepared. I fear he will want to know why I am not coming from my own home though.”

Marinette snorted, giggling into her mug. Jon had apparently been unbearably inquisitive the entire day prior to their date, and she could only imagine how much worse it would be if Damian showed up in the t-shirt and jeans he had worn the night before.

“Hey, I know you probably don't have a change of clothes, so if you want I have a spare guys shirt. I was working on it for one of my friends, but it doesn't feel right for him. Here, take your shirt off and I'll grab it,” she sprang into action, making a beeline for her room.

Damian stood awkwardly for a moment before deciding he should comply with her request. His current shirt was rumpled from having been slept in, and it would not do to be caught by the paparazzi in a rumpled shirt leaving someone else's apartment. He made his way to stand outside her door, waiting.

“I think it should fit, I was kind of thinking about you when I designed it. Hopefully the colours…also…” she trailed off as she looked up, eyes wide as she took in his naked torso. He froze again, not daring to move as she stepped towards him, almost trance like. “That is one nasty scar,” she whispered, fingers coming up to brush over the sword scar in the centre of his chest.

He completely stilled at the contact, barely breathing, unsure of what to say. Her look of genuine concern made his heart squeeze, made him want to reassure her that he was fine, but her touching that particular scar…was anyone truly ‘fine’ after they had been killed by their own clone?

“It is old,” he murmured, raising his hand to cover hers. She looked sad, a frown line appearing between her eyebrows. “Marinette, it is fine. I will explain it to you, one day, but the story is long and I do not think I am ready to share this particular one.”

Marinette's mind was whirring as half remembered thoughts from the night before came screaming back. His profile in the dark. The way he spoke. How comfortable she felt in his presence. And some half forgotten research and conspiracy theories she had found, back before she had made Gotham her current home.

Marinette was smart, and when she was given pieces to a puzzle, she invariably solved it. She hadn't intended to, would never have dreamed of invading his privacy like this, but her brain had done all the work without her really trying. 

Swallowing hard, she tried to smile, but could feel it falter. She looked away, pressing the hanger into his hands before muttering something about needing to change and making a hasty exit. Leaning against her bedroom door, she tried to accept the fact that Robin, the vigilante she had been befriending for the past months, was the same person as Damian Wayne, the boy she had been falling in love with for the past few weeks.

Marinette, however, was very good at compartmentalising. She decided it was in her best interests to shelve all of this for now, and get them both to campus in time for their classes. She dressed in record time, grabbing her travel mug and dumping more coffee into it, she climbed onto the back of his motorcycle and gripped him firmly with one arm.

As they roared onto campus, people did a double take as Damian removed his helmet, accepting hers easily. They were joined very quickly by Jon, who was grinning widely, in spite of the glare Damian leveled at him.

“Morning Dames, Mari,” he said cheerfully. “I take it your date went well?”

“It was wonderful,” Marinette beamed, wrapping her hand in Damian’s. His glare softened when he looked at her and she grinned even more widely. “But I'd better get going. I'm meeting Jason for lunch, so text me later, ’kay?” And before he could say anything, she darted upwards, giving him a brief kiss before darting away.

Damian watched her go, a soft smile on his face. He tensed when an arm situated itself around his neck, Kent's gleeful face inches away from his own. “If you wish to keep that arm, I suggest you remove yourself from my person.”

“Awwww, is Mari the only one who gets to touch you? Even though we've been friends for so long? How rude,” Kent said, pouting. It didn't last long before he grinned again, his fist pumping into the air. “I cannot believe you had a date with Marinette and didn't even go home after. What would Dick say?”

“Kent, I do not care. I thank you for bringing pens and paper for me to use, but please do not think this entitles you to know about my relationship with Marinette. And yes, she is the only one who may touch me without an explicit invitation.”

“Wow, last night was that good, huh?” He held his hands up in surrender, moving on to more neutral topics. 

_ _ _

Marinette went to lunch, worried about what Jason might have found out the previous evening. She had been so swept up in her date with Damian that she hadn't really considered the questions Jason might have. At least, she hadn't until she was in her last lecture before lunch and realised she would be seeing him within the hour.

She spotted him sitting on their usual bench, and waved, giving him a nervous smile. He shot her a lazy grin, waiting for her to get settled before beginning with the inquisition.

“You probably want to know that our family chat has been blowing up since last night,” he said, almost casually. He smirked when she groaned, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Hey, you don't want us to have questions, maybe don't keep baby Wayne out all night. And before you tell me anything, just know that I really don't need any details.”

“I wasn't going to tell you anything,” she sniffed, focusing on her lunch. She felt his sceptical gaze on her and rolled her eyes. “No, seriously, I don't want to talk about my evening with your brother, no matter how nosy you lot are. I will merely say that I had a wonderful time, and as long as he wants to, we're going to be going out again. How was your evening?”

“Alright, jeez, you could've just said you didn't get any,” he snarked, laughing at her sound of outrage. “But I'm glad you had fun. I would've been having words with the demon if you'd been upset. But if your date is off limits, we're gonna be talking about the little bombshell you dropped on me yesterday. Why the hell didn't you tell me you were a hero in Paris? I looked up some of the messed up shit that happened, you were in the middle of that?”

“Okay, first up, I distinctly remember telling you that Multi only showed up to a max of two fights,” she said, as calmly as she could. She was going to have to weave a very delicate web to make sure she didn't give anything else away. “Second, it's not even an issue anymore, Hawkmoth is gone, I don't use the Miraculous any more and I'm not even in Paris. Third, and I mean this with love, why would I have told you?”

“Because I thought we were friends? We've been hanging out for two whole months, and you haven't said a word about being a hero.” Marinette shot him a shrewd look. Following her revelation that morning, she had quickly made the connection between Jason and the vigilante who wore the helmet - Red Hood. After a beat, she spoke carefully.

“So, if you were in my position, with a secret identity, you would share that?” She let the silence between them grow for a minute before shaking her head. “You know what, that's not important, what's important is that our team was very strict on sharing identities. It's possible to be friends with someone without sharing every secret you hold. But since you do now know, what did you want to know about it? Bearing in mind I was only Multimouse once or twice.”

“Um, I want to know everything,” Jason said, sounding more subdued than a moment ago. “First off, what the hell is a Miraculous?”

“Magic jewellery that turns you into a superhero. I had the mouse, power of multiplication which means I turned small but there was more than one of me,” she said concisely and without much inflection. “Next.”

“Shit, okay, you said you were in a couple of fights, what happened in your first mission? I couldn't find mention of a Multimouse, just Polymouse, and she was against something called Malediktator.”

“Oh, right, yeah, my missions tended to be stealth based. Plus, I goofed it off the bat, which is why I didn't get to keep being Multi,” she said smoothly. She was used to lying about her Miraculous experience. “I was called in against an akumatised teacher who went by Kwami Buster. She caught the little beings that power the Miraculous and Ladybug asked me to use Mullo so I could get them back for her. But then I didn't fully realise that I was supposed to keep the mouse Miraculous on until we were somewhere private and Chat Noir saw my detransformation. After that, I only got called on once more to be Multi. Anything else?”

Jason looked like his brain was imploding, his jaw hanging open slightly and his eyes wide. He blinked a couple of times before answering her. “Okay, I am going to want a full rundown of that fight, it sounds insane. But that's gonna have to wait, because what the fuck is a Mullo? And what was the second time you were Multi?”

“The second time…” Marinette hesitated. She hadn't really talked about the second time she had donned the Mouse Miraculous, because it was what ultimately led to Hawkmoth's defeat. “...is complicated. I don't know if I can talk much about that one without talking to Ladybug first, and she's retired. Suffice to say, it was an experience and I will be happy if I never have to do it again.”

“You don't miss it?” Jason said curiously, and once again she hesitated. “Look, I don't know about magical jewellery or any of that, but I can't imagine it's easy to walk away from doing hero work. Having power like that, it's gotta be kind of addictive.”

“Honestly, I was fifteen when I worked with Mullo and it was a crushing weight to bear,” she said, as honestly as she could. She had been fourteen when she had become Ladybug, and she could remember the pressure to be a hero, to be a good hero. “Being a hero sounds like fun, but it's a lot of responsibility. I don't envy people who do it for years.”

Jason went quiet at that, and didn't seem to have any more questions about her time as a superhero. They ate in silence after that, and Marinette said goodbye before going to her next class, feeling slightly heavier than she had before the conversation.

_ _ _

When Marinette finally returned home, she had over a dozen texts from various people. Jason had messaged to thank her for sharing so much with him, so she sent him a cheeky message back, saying that he had to share a secret next time. All the other messages, she decided could wait until after dinner, except for the ones from Chloe.

She hesitated, looking at the time. She had made it home just before 4pm, which meant 10pm Paris time. Knowing Chloé, she would be annoyed if Marinette called and she was asleep but…Chloe had also wanted to know how the date went. She had sent her a short message last night to say that it went well, and a lot of the messages back let Marinette know that she was annoyed with the lack of detail

“God, finally, Dupain-Cheng, I've been waiting forever for you to call,” was the answer she got when Chloé picked up in the second ring. “I help you with a crisis and all I get back is ‘it went well’? I told you I wanted to chat after you ended the date!”

“I know, Chlo, I'm sorry! But he didn't leave until this morning and-”

“Oh my god, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are you telling me you had sex with him on the first date? I cannot describe how proud I am of you right now.”

“Chloé! I did not have sex with him yet! He just stayed over, to chat and sleep. Can you keep your mind out of the gutter for five minutes? Also, that shouldn't make you proud, it should make you worry about my sanity.”

“Yet, huh,” was the only reply she got, and Marinette flushed red. “I’m only going to say this once, Dupain-Cheng: I'm happy for you. I think it's great you found someone who makes you nervous, and smiley, and think about sex. It's a good thing. But you had better introduce me to him soon, so I can make sure he's good enough.”

“I will, Chlo, promise. And he's more than good enough, he's amazing. I haven't felt like this in a really long time, maybe ever,” she said softly. She thought about her other relationships; Luka, who had been sweet but ultimately not what she wanted; Adrien, who had been what she wanted but they had rushed it and it had broken; others, short-lived things that ended after only a date or two. She sighed. “I just don't want to wreck this, by going too fast.”

“You should do what you enjoy,” Chloé said, uncharacteristically contemplative. “You've always put yourself second, and it's never worked for you. Maybe this time you should do what makes you happy, and you'll get a different ending.”

The conversation carried on for a very little time after that, and Marinette thanked her for talking to her. After promising that she would be back before Christmas, they hung up. She went about making dinner, enjoying the quiet after a hectic few days. 

As afternoon drifted to evening, which turned to night all too soon. She had managed some designing, so coursework and had gotten ready for bed at a reasonable hour. She drifted to sleep easily, and slept dreamlessly until the sounds of someone on the roof awoke her.

Damian landed on Marinette's rooftop, wondering at the wisdom of visiting her as his alter-ego. He had been thinking about her all day, wondering what she had been doing, whether she was thinking about him too. As he paced the rooftop, he relaxed enough for his feet to make some noise, his usual signal that he was there.

A few minutes later and he heard the sound of her window unlatching, and her feet delicate on the fire escape. As she appeared, he felt something tight in his chest uncoil. She looked unreal, her hair loose and her small frame dwarfed by a large jumper. She seemed to hesitate before coming towards him.

“Good evening,” he said quietly, nodding his head in her direction. They stood in silence for a moment, which was not unusual, but felt strangely charged. He watched her chew her lip as she watched him, and he felt suddenly nervous. 

“I need to talk to you,” she blurted suddenly, and he tensed fully, immediately worried for her. “It- I'm not sure how to tell you…I mean, it's just- are your comms on?”

“...they are currently, although I have muted them. I need to be able to hear if my team needs assistance. Is…do you have a problem? Is something the matter?”

She was quiet again, perhaps building the courage to say whatever was bothering her, but it made him want to pull her close to ensure she was not injured. She took a deep breath and stepped towards him, until she looked up from right in front of him. His own breath stalled, and he had to work extremely hard not to brush a hand over her cheek.

“I know who you are,” she said, almost too softly for him to hear. She laid her hands gently on his arms, stepping almost imperceptibly closer. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to work it out. But I didn't want to lie to you, or keep something like this from you. And I have- things- that I need to tell you as well, that I can't do when you're in the suit. The things I need to tell you, I can only tell to you, not the others.”

Damian jolted backwards, putting space between them as he inhaled sharply. His heart was racing painfully and he thought it might stop dead in his chest. How? How had she worked it out? Or was this a bluff? But why would she be bluffing with Robin, it made no sense. She took another hesitant step forward and he gave in to the instinct to flee, shooting off with his grappling hook.

He could feel her eyes on him, all the way to his next perch, even though he was far out of range. He finished patrol several hours later and made his way immediately to Red Hood's last known location. He asked, quietly, if he could have a short talk with him and ended up following him back to his current home.

“What's up, Demon Spawn?” he said, dumping his equipment haphazardly around the apartment. When Damian didn't say anything, he paused and looked back at him, quizzically. “Dude, you good? I would've thought you'd still be flying high from date night. Marinette said it was a good night, plus my understanding is that you never even went home, you dog.”

“She says she knows my identity,” he said, with no preamble. “I do not know what to do, Todd. I do not see how she could have worked it out so quickly, I have always been careful to keep my distance as Robin,” he continued, removing his mask and rubbing his face. “I am also unsure as to whether she actually knows, or if she is bluffing. She did not use my given name tonight, but I cannot understand why she would say it if it were not true.”

“Well, shit,” Todd replied, sitting, shocked at the kitchen counter. His hands fiddled nervously with one of his firearms, which made Damian a little twitchy. “I mean, we knew she was smart, D. Maybe if you didn't want her working out who you are, you shouldn't have been spending time with her on both sides of the mask.”

“That is unhelpful, Todd. Regardless of how it has happened and who is to blame, I need a solution. How can I tell whether she truly knows my identity?” 

“I don't know, D, but you'd better figure it out. B won't be thrilled if we've got a rogue girlfriend with that sort of intel,” Todd warned him, deciding to clean his guns. “And if she does, you'll have to come clean with everyone about your nighttime visits.” There was a pause before Todd continued, although Damian could hear the worry in his voice. “You should probably take a look into the whole Paris/Hawkmoth situation though, Pixie was involved - as a hero.”

“Excuse me, she was what?” Was Damian's astonished reply. Todd nodded glumly, giving Damian a brief rundown of what Marinette had covered with him earlier in the day. She had said she needed to talk to him alone - was it about this? But if she had told Todd of all people, why would she say it had to be just him? Unless she thought he was someone else. He flexed his hands, trying to think. “Perhaps, as Damian, I should act as though I know nothing.”

“Yeah, good call. If she doesn't know it's you, talking to her about a conversation you had as Robin will be a huge giveaway.” The silence that followed was easier, and Damian left not long after to go home. He slipped into his room after changing in the batcave and checked his phone. There were no new messages, and he felt conflicted - her having not messaged made him think she did not know, but she had sounded so sure…

He did not sleep easily that night.

[meowmeowriley]

Hi thank you for permission to rant (you will regret this :D)

First off it’s not a couples costume but I feel like Soap and Ghost could convince the rest of 141 + friends to cosplay the bat fam

Nightwing Soap (he wins by asking bribing Gaz who he has the best arse)

Read Hood Ghost (he would look good in the jacket)

Batman price (bat dad!!)

Red Robin Gaz (he freaks people out by finding them online during the con)

Alfred Laswel (purely for the irony)

Not to sure on the others though

Poison Ivy Soap + Harlequin Ghost

Someone suggested Ghost go as the joker and Soap yelled at them till they cried (I don’t like the joker)

Super man Soap + Lois Lane Ghost

Wonder Woman + Steve Trevor (they could pull of either one)

Spider-man Soap + Deadpool Ghost

I don’t even ship it but it fits them

That’s all I have for comic books sorry as I said I don’t know much but I have a couple more hc’s that I think are funny

Danny Phantom Ghost

Dish Soap Soap (for a costume party with friends)

Comic book artist Soap + Comic book Character Ghost ( like pop art makeup)

If they were to get married I think they’d make it a cosplay event considering that’s how they started dating and Soaps Nephew would make a speech.

Sorry that got long have a great day!

Anon you are onto something with these! Bat dad Price! I hadn't even considered them bringing the whole team into it.

Spidey-Pool for life. I adore that shit. Eat it up. I like to think Andy joins them for all their cons, and documents it on tiktok, and when they do a Spiderman and Deadpool duo is when the fans really start leaning into shipping the two of them in the comments.

And don't get me started on Danny Pantom Ghost, I have a whole ass AU in my head for that one. I love it so much. Probably won't write it though? Idk. But yeah, good shit.

Also, as someone with a glasgow scar who got called a Joker wannabe a fuck ton when I first got the damn cut, I also hate joker. So no Joker Ghost here, not from me. ❤

The cosplay marriage! Yessss so freaking cuteeeee!!! 😍 Andy would put the whole thing on a tiktok live.

Anyhoo, you're a mad genius! 😘 thank you Anon!

[sidekick-hero]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love ❤️

Emmerson, my dearest dear, thank you so so much for the lovely ask! A bit of self-love and self-hype is always a good idea 😊💜

Because I got several lovely self-rec asks I'm giving you my favorite AUs I've written 😘

Would you fall for me? (explicit | 8.8k) - my try at enemies to lovers

Dustin hugged him again and when he pulled away he patted Eddie on the back and said, "Great. Maybe you and Steve will finally bury the hatchet, now that you both have to help me plan the wedding.” "Sorry, I think I heard wrong. It almost sounded like —" Eddie started, praying that he had indeed misheard Dustin, because no way in hell... Dustin let out an exasperated sigh. "You didn't. Steve is also my best man." At Eddie's horrified look, Dustin added, "I really don't understand why you two hate each other so much. I think you could be great friends if you both just stopped acting like kids, man." "He started it," Eddie grumbled like the very mature adult he was. This was going to end in disaster, he fucking knew it.

Suitcase of Memories (explicit | 55.7k) - my first and only big bang, written with the amazing @legitcookie 💜

In a bygone era, two men overcome all societal norms and find an instant, powerful connection that defies all odds. Their secret love blossoms in the shadows, forming an unbreakable bond. However, fate eventually intervenes, cruelly tearing them apart. Fast forward to the present day, Steve awakens from a startling dream that feels surprisingly real, like he was really there. The memory of it haunts his every waking moment, making him question if he somehow recognizes the mysterious, curly-haired stranger playing his guitar at a street-corner, although they have never met before. Steve continues to cross paths with this enigmatic figure, Eddie, until they surrender to fate and their instant attraction. As their relationship deepens, Steve's dreams become increasingly vivid, detailed, and intense, leaving him with an uncanny sense of familiarity. They also strangely reflect the growing romance and struggles of his newfound relationship. Is it all just a coincidence, or is there a deeper connection that defies the boundaries of time and fate?

we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) (explicit | 5.6k) - my try at rockstar!Eddie

Eddie Munson has it all. The big mansion with more bathrooms than anyone could ever need, five platinum albums in as many years, countless awards to show the world that the trailer trash from a shithole town in Indiana had made it, and enough money to buy said shithole town if he ever wanted to. Which he certainly didn't, thank you very much. The only good thing about this hellhole is his uncle, who still refuses to live anywhere else. Eddie Munson also has the most gorgeous date of all the Grammy attendees on his arm, smiling charmingly at the flashing cameras and winning the hearts of everyone he so much as looks at. Or: Eddie is a Big-Shot-Rockstar and Steve is the escort he hired to get people off his back. Too bad he fell in love with him.

I’ll keep you like an oath (may nothing but death do us part) (mature | 20k) - finally, I tried my hand at the fake dating trope!

When Steve's grandmother dies, he finds out that he can only get his inheritance - half a million dollars - if he marries someone. It's her way of forcing Steve to live a heterosexual life. Sucks for her that gay marriage has been legalized since she wrote her will. Sucks for Steve that he doesn't have a man or woman in his life to marry. Cue Eddie Munson, roommate and best friend of Robin's girlfriend Chrissy and the guy Steve has had a crush on for years. What could possibly go wrong?

Emotional Motion Sickness (explicit | 16.5k) - emotional porn, pure and simple

"This is actually my first time in a gay bar and I had no idea it was a theme night, that people would be here looking for... for... leather and chains and whatnot. If I knew that, I wouldn't have come." It comes out in a rush, the words stumbling over each other in his haste to get them out as quickly as possible. Steve fights the urge to bury his head in his hands again, but part of him is glad he got it all out. Now he can only hope that Eddie still wants to talk to him, because he likes Eddie, and he may not be into the same things as him, but maybe... Steve doesn't know what he's hoping for, only that he doesn't want his night to end without at least getting Eddie's number. Maybe they can at least be friends. Steve really needs more gay friends, ones who don't send him to a bar without telling him they have theme nights.

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

WIP Wednesday

Snippet from my Steddie Big Bang, featuring a side of ronance.

Steve grabbed the tape from the drawer and slipped it into the case. He turned and held it out for Robin, then bumped the drawer closed with his hip.

“Are you sure this will work?” she asked, biting her nails.

“Of course, what girl doesn’t like horror movies?”

“That’s like saying ‘what girl doesn’t like the Steve Harrington charm?’” Robin scoffed. “And since, you know…lesbian.”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, okay. I still think it will work. Trust me.”

He turned around before he could see Robin roll her eyes at him. He glanced at the clock, 5.50pm. They had ten minutes before his shift finished and then they’d drive to his house.

Well, as long as his shift change arrived in time, that is. He was frequently late.

“I’ve brought snacks, anyway,” Robin said, shaking a heavy bag at him.

“What on earth have you got in there? And I told you before, we don’t need snacks.”

“Says you. Besides, I’ve heard ‘all girls love snacks’” Robin snorted.

“They do when it’s a Steve-shaped snack,” Steve winked.

“Grrrooss! Never tell me that again.”

“I’m sure Nancy would like a Robin-shaped snack, too.”

“Steve!” Robin whined, slapping his arm. “Don’t jinx me.”

“As if I could do that,” he said, leaning on the counter. “You know, I should maybe get a finders fee for setting up you and Nancy.”

Robin took a sharp inhale of breath, hands going to her hips to stare at him in disbelief. She didn’t get to say anything, because the door siren sounded.

“Oh, hey, Nancy. We were just talking about you," Steve teased casually.

“Something good, I hope,” Nancy smiled, heading across the store to them. “Or is this top secret business as usual?”

Robin coughed weakly, her eyes panicked and a faint sheen of sweat across her brow. Her fingers twitched around the handles of the plastic bag and it crinkled.

“So, uh, what’s going on?” Nancy asked.

“Nothing. Nothing,” Robin protested.

Steve sighed. “I was just teasing Robin about bringing snacks.”

Nancy’s eyes lit up. “You brought snacks? What’ve you got?”

As Robin held open the bag for Nancy to look inside, a smirk started to appear on her face.

Steve shrugged and mouthed, “You win.”

Inspired by my friend who admitted she always brings her girlfriends snacks.

Tagged by @cha-melodius 😘😘😘

Tagging these lovely people @gleamingsilence @mobius-m-mobius @typewriterwolf @bluesundaycake @csinnamon-fox @kickassfu @bebx @whataboutthefish @obligatedart @monrageo @artaxlivs @lgwilt @insert-witty-user-name-here @mirilyawrites

[edwinspaynes]

💓📺 Share ten different favorite couples (canon or headcanon) from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎮💘 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) to spread the love 💞😘

Okay. These are ranked !!! I guess it's not no particular order lol oops

Thomas/Alastair from The Last Hours (endgame)

Edwin/Charles from Dead Boy Detectives (I'm MAD but they would have been endgame)

I know you said only one thing per piece of media but I physically could not exclude Herondaisy so James/Cordelia from The Last Hours (endgame)

Will/Tessa from The Infernal Devices (kind of endgameish but kind of not but definitely endgame but definitely not endgame also. Endgame for Will but not for Tessa? Yeah.)

Stephen/Lucien from A Charm of Magpies (endgame)

Lum/Ataru/Mendou from Urusei Yatsura (Lum/Ataru endgame, Mendou their canon BFF but like. Subtext)

Gwen/Beth from Don't Want You Like a Best Friend (endgame)

Robin/Barney from HIMYM (hit a rock for no fucking reason and sank)

Dwight/Angela from The Office (endgame)

Hikitsu/Tomite from Fushigi Yuugi Genbu Kaiden (what happens with their story is between them and God)

[steddie-island]

20 Questions for writers

I was tagged by @runninriot over 2 months ago Thank you friend 😘🥰

I've done one before but I like answering these types of questions so I'm doing it again.

No pressure tagging @wynnyfryd @stervrucht @wormdebut @mugloversonly @augustjustice

Pressure tagging @v3llichor who saw this over my shoulder and said "I wanna fill one out!" 😂😘😘

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37, all but 1 of which were posted between October of last year and now. Which I'm really proud of. 🥹 The only other fic I'd written and posted was for Frasier back in 2020.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

63,421!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I write Stranger Things mostly, but I've written Good Omens, Frasier, and Destiel (I haven't written for them in a loooong time though.)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Just Because We Get Around (Part 1 of my Fuck his dad series. Steve is Dustin's dad, Eddie is Dustin's college friend, they fuck nasty and then there are feelings. It's silly and cheesy and I still love it even if I think about renaming it at least once a week. 😂)

Mutually Beneficial (Written for this art by @2jihiir0 😌 There may be a part 2 coming if I can ever get Inspired to work on it again WE'LL SEE!)

With Extra Nuts (Eddie sees Steve in his Scoops uniform, they fuck nasty in the back room about it.)

Dustin's Dad (Has Got Me Down Bad (Part 2 of Fuck his dad, wherein Dustin finds out. 😌)

Vixen (Steve wears lingerie to a Christmas party. He and Eddie fuck nasty about it when they get home. There's a pattern here. 😂)

5. Do you respond to comments?

It definitely takes me some time sometimes but I try to! Even the ones that are just like, hearts or a laugh emoji. They took their time to not only read my fic but to leave a comment and I want them to know that I appreciate it. 🥹

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I had an answer here but I had completely forgotten about A rush kinda like the old times (I still cross your mind). It's Stommy, with Tommy reaching out to (fem) Steve after he gets engaged. There's lots of reminiscing but it's bittersweet because Tommy's clearly not happy, and Stevie isn't going to give him what he wants.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have a transfem Steve series (Wallpaper, Long Haul, Candles) that gave me so much joy to write. I don't really write unhappy endings (IDK maybe that'll change but I kind of doubt it. to quote T Swift, "I'm just too soft for all of it.") but these three just. I'm really proud of them. Part one is Stevie coming out to Robin, part 2 is Eddie, and then part 3 is Stevie getting dicked down a happy ending to her birthday. I was nervous to write these, because I'm not trans. None of it is from Stevie's POV, it's from the POV of the people who love her. And that's what I wanted to show. A beautiful trans woman who had been through so much hell before life decided to throw gender stuff at her, getting to come out, getting to be herself, and getting so much love and support from the people around her. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no (knock on wood)!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

All kinds? We have monster fucking and some good ol' sapphic steddie semi-hate fucking and some Steve playing Billy Loomis (with the softest fucking aftercare in the world, tbh). 15 of the fics I've posted are explicit (it feels like there should be more but I think that just means they're all in WIP purgatory, who knows when/ if they'll see the light of day).

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have one I've been working on for months that's a Marmalade/ Baron x Eddie fic but I also haven't touched it in months. 😅

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of (knock on wood again).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so but that'd be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not one that's been posted yet but I actually have two written with my spouse that we're going to upload eventually!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I love Steddie, I've found so much community here, but I would be remiss to not acknowledge the fact that Destiel had such a strong hold on me for years. I've made so many friends because of it, I literally met my spouse writing it.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I honestly don't know. I'm intending on finishing the ones I have started but my WIP folder is kind of daunting so. Who knows?

16. What are your writing strengths?

Even though I don't write it often I think my angst is pretty good. I've also been told that I make things feel very alive, and that's something I try hard to do, too (and am glad that I can do, I've only been writing for over half of my life even if I'm only just now posting it! 😅)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes. I struggle SO HARD with action scenes. It's something I'm working on, something I've been working on for a while, but I feel like my pacing is way off and needs a lot of work.

I also can't write slow burn to save my fucking life. I just want them to get to smoochin' already!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I would do it but I would want to be so careful and not have a scenario where I translate it as one thing and someone comes along and says "she said he smells like dirty socks and liver" or something. 😂

19. First fandom you wrote for?

That I posted, Frasier. First fandom that I started writing for in general was Spn!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

This is the same answer I gave last time but I think it has to be Don't go where I can't follow, which was I think my 2nd Steddie fic? It's under 1,000 words but it's the one I've reread the most. There's lots of hurt/comfort packed into those 990 words. It was written as a kinktober prompt, written in an hour and posted in the middle of the night and IDK. I just really love it.

[dangerous-disposition]

I would loooove some stobin moments for wip weekend pretty please with a cherry on top

Of course my love 😘

“Nuh-uh, shush, you are not sneaking out of this conversation, you hear me?” Robin insisted, putting her hands on her hips. “We are talking about this, because best friends don’t let their platonic soulmates fuck rockstars without checking in with them at least.” Raising an eyebrow at Robin, Steve said, “Fine, we’ll talk about it after I shower. I’m not having this conversation with the situation currently happening in my boxers right now.”

MAKE ME WRITE PEACE OF MIND CHAPTER 7

[wroteclassicaly]

Hi Kristen!! If you're still doing the ship game, may I request one? 🥺💗

Looks wise I'm 5'6, curvy, freckled, and I have long red hair and brown eyes! I have a few tattoos along with piercings in my ears, septum, and naval :)

Personality wise, I'm shy but very silly once you get to know me! I love all animals but rabbits in particular have a special place in my heart :') I'm into crocheting, painting, cooking, hiking, reading, practicing yoga, and telling awful jokes. A friend of mine once said I have the vibe of a former goth kid turned kindergarten art teacher and I think that's pretty accurate 🥰

Thank you for your time 😚🫡💗 (ps I love you)

-@bewilderedbunny

Of course, my dearest love! You’re so cute! I love youuuuu and thank you for sending this in! ❤️ 😘

Your Stranger Things Match Is…

(It could also be Eddie, but this one is my first instinct)

How you met…

At the mall. You were shopping for some cute little jewelry pieces in Claire’s when Steve walked by. King Steve in a little degrading but adorable uniform? Was his ass supposed to look that good? You made the first move by going in for an ice cream you didn’t really care about. You really made him explain each and every flavor, Robin gagging in the back at the overwhelming pheromones you two were exchanging.

He asked you out with his quirky charm and it had worked!

How your relationship is…

Steve isn’t used to a lot of your interests or likes, but he does like you, so he’s eager as a beaver to get to know what you’re all about. He finds that cooking can be enjoyable (when he knows how to do it without burning eggs). You’re an amazing teacher, and if he can steal a kiss or five — bonus! You’re ethereal to him, beautiful in every move you make, admirable in how you care about your job and your animals. He grows smitten and protective in a very short amount of time.

Opposites can definitely attract! And he loves venturing onto your former goth side! ;)

The future of your relationship…

He’s got his own drawer in your place now. Some boxers and his toothbrush :)

Kristen’s ST Ships Game

[seidenbros]

Hello there!! 💖 May I please request an oneshot for Steve Harrington x reader based on the song “Love Is Easy” by McFly, please? Thank you so much!!! 😘

Hello love 💖

YESYESyes you may! Because I'm currently in a McFly pjase again as it seems and that song fits him so well! (Just like Love Is on the Radio imo) So have some super in love Steve who cannot believe that he really has someone that makes him feel that way again

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Harrington x female!Reader

Word count: 3138

Summary: “I’m not sick, don’t worry. I slept well, I had breakfast, and the most wonderful note on my nightstand when I woke up.”

“Now, it’s getting interesting.” Robin followed him through the room, while he put back the video tapes. “What did it say?”

OR: The day you wrote I love you on a post-it note before you'd said the words out loud, and it's the best note Steve ever got.

Warning/Tags: fluff, sooo much fluff, love confession, first kiss, best friends Steve & Robin, mentions of PTSD, nightmares and panic attacks (let me know if I missed anything)

Read on AO3

Love Is Easy

Steve turned around, eyes still closed and reached out his arm only to find your side of the bed empty. With a sigh, he pried his eyes open to glance at the clock, which revealed that it was already past nine, so it was no wonder that you had left for work. He’d already told  to wake him up when you had to leave, because he needed to get up as well - even though his shift at Family Video only started at eleven - and he wanted to kiss you goodbye. You had your first date two months ago, and it had taken Steve a little to open up to you after everything that had happened lately, after getting his heart broken by Nancy, but he’d moved on now, realising, that they weren’t destined to be together. With you, though, he could see it happen, could see a future.

Up until now, love had always been complicated for him. His parents hadn’t shown him the love he’d needed as a kid, then he’d compensated that with different girls until he’d met Nancy, had fallen in love with her without realising it at first only to be told that their relationship, everything had been bullshit. He knew now that they were better off as friends, but it had still been painful for him. Opening up his heart again hadn’t come easy to Steve Harrington, but with you, with the way you’d smiled at him every day you’d seen each other, it had become easier to say yes when you’d asked him for a date - and neither of you had regretted that day.

He sat up straight in bed, pushed his head back from his face, and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed. That was when he saw it, the post-it note you’d laid on the bedside table for him to find. You did that quite frequently to put a smile on his face, but this one was a little different.

I love you.

Three little words that made his heart skip a beat, that made his stomach flip, and the goofiest smile appear on his lips. Three little words neither of you had said so far, because you hadn’t wanted to put pressure on him, make him think that he had to say them back when he wasn’t ready yet. You were giving him all the time in the world, but Steve didn’t need any more time. He knew that his heart was solely beating for you by now, and the words had been on the tip of his tongue for the last two weeks at least, but he hadn’t had the courage to say them. Because he’d been afraid that you might not feel the same way, even though you showed him every day how much he meant to you. After all, you hardly spent a night away from him, some of your clothes had already found a place in his apartment.

I love you.

His heart squeezed again, because he couldn’t wait to see you later on. His smile could have probably lit up every room right now. Even the clouds that darkened the sky outside didn’t change that. Neither did the rain that pelted on his car on the way to work, that destroyed all the work he’d put into his hair on the short way from the car to the door of Family Video. Steve pushed his wet hair back from his face before he looked up at Robin behind the counter.

“Oh, looks like someone got laid last night,” she mused, crossing her arms. She had way too much fun, pulling Steve’s leg, that was just part of their friendship, but deep down, she was happy that he’d let you into his life. Because you made him happy. And she liked you as a person, because you had such a big heart, always looking out for others, and that was why you matched with Steve so well. Both of you were always looking out for the people around you, but tended to forget yourselves over that. But now you had someone by your side, who made sure that you were taking care of yourself, who was taking care of you, and you did the same for Steve. And it showed. He was eating properly, he slept better, and Robin could see him smile more often now. But that smile today, that was something else.

“What?” Steve’s brows drew together as he approached Robin threading his arms through his vest so that nobody would complain that he wasn’t wearing his work uniform.

“That smile, Steve. The weather outside is shit, you’re drenched and your hair…” She reached out a hand to smooth it down, and he didn’t even pull away like he usually did when she so much as came near to his sacred hair.

“It’s just a great day,” Steve said with a happy sigh, pulling Robin into a quick hug, before he gathered the video tapes that were on the counter that had to be taken back to their rightful places.

“Okay, now you’re scaring me. Do you have a fever?” Robin followed him, put her hand to his forehead and scrunched up her nose. “Nah, seems fine to me.”

“I’m not sick, don’t worry. I slept well, I had breakfast, and the most wonderful note on my nightstand when I woke up.”

“Now, it’s getting interesting.” Robin followed him through the room, while he put back the video tapes. “What did it say?”

Of course, Steve had told Robin all about his love life, she’d been the first person he’d called after you first date, and in turn, Robin was the one to encourage him to give it, to give you a shot, because at one point, he had to put himself out there again for something serious. As much as he might have enjoyed sleeping around in his King Steve days, he was now longing for a serious relationship, someone that made him complete, because he really felt like only half of a whole by himself. Steve was also Robin’s go-to-person when it came to dating, because he was the first person she’d told that she wasn’t into guys. Ever since they’d become friends, they’d been cheering each other on, and so Robin was especially curious what kind of note you’d left him.

“Is it something naughty? Is she gonna surprise you after work?” Robin wiggled her eyebrows at Steve, making him love.

“Better than that.” He reached into his pocket to pull out the note and hand it to Robin. His smile stayed in place as he put the last tape back. “Haven’t stopped smiling since reading this.”

“Oh… ohh!” Robin stared at the note, at the fine handwriting and the last three words. Words that she knew Steve longed to say to you but hadn’t yet in case you didn’t feel the same way. Because Steve Harrington had so much love to give, so much affection to show, that he didn’t want to be turned down again. This time, he had to be sure that his feelings were reciprocated and that he wasn’t putting way more in than the other person. But this note, your words, they made it clear that he wasn’t in this alone, that you were feeling the same way.

“Steve,” Robin said, voice thick with emotion, but she was NOT going to cry, because she was so happy for her best friend. No, she would stay calm and composed. “I’m really happy for you! So you’re gonna tell her?”

“Yes. Just have to make sure that I won’t blurt out the words as soon as she walks through the door.” Steve scratched the back of his neck, as they both went back behind the counter. “You know… It’s always been so complicated before.” He leaned his hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “With Nancy… My friends were a pain in the ass at first, not really giving her a chance, and that kind of loomed over this. Misunderstandings here and there, we weren’t able to see each other and then…” he trailed off, because he didn’t need to tell Robin about the whole bullshit thing that Nancy had delivered while being drunk, because they’d been over it before.

“Yeah, I know.” Robin handed him the note back, before she excused herself for a moment to help a customer. They weren’t really busy right now, but there were still a few people coming and going, asking for recommendations.

“But this is different,” she pointed out when she was back by his side.

“It is.” Steve nodded his head, cradling the note in his hands, before he put it back in his pocket so that he wouldn’t lose it. “It’s just so… easy with y/n. She accepts me just the way I am, even with all my flaws, and she’s not trying to change me. I don’t have to worry about what she’ll think if I spend a whole evening with Dustin or with you, because she trusts me.”

“Yeah, and there’s no need to be jealous if you’re spending time with me.” She elbowed him in the side, grinning to herself.

“No, there isn't. But I haven’t told her.” Robin knew that, but Steve had to point it out anyway. It was Robin’s secret to tell, not his. “But she still trusts me and that’s something I really appreciate.” Because Steve and Robin came as a package deal, something you’d known even before you’d started dating Steve. Sure, you’d thought they were dating at one point, but Robin had cleared that up rather quickly for you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have asked Steve out to begin with.

“Looks like you really found your perfect match.”

“Yeah… It almost feels like I’ve been missing her in my life. Not just someone by my side… It had to be her.”

“Like she’d the piece of the puzzle that makes the picture complete.”

“Exactly!”

They both looked at each other before they started laughing.

“Okay, that’s a bit too much,” Robin said, shaking her head, but she still thought that these words were true, because she’d never seen Steve as happy and balanced before. You were the perfect match for him.

“A bit, yes.”

The hours passed, and Steve caught himself looking at the clock on the wall way more often than he usually did, but then the store got busy and more people kept coming in due to the rainy weather holding up, so they opted for a movie night at home instead of going out or whatever else they’d planned to do. It was the perfect weather for lounging on the sofa and watching your favourite movies with your loved ones, and he was already looking forward to doing that with you once the day was over.

In fact, he was so busy running around that he didn’t even see you at first. That gave you the chance to watch him for a moment. Your heart hadn’t stopped racing ever since you’d left his apartment this morning. You hadn’t wanted to tell him like this, but it had just happened. You’d written the note, and when you’d reread it before putting it on his nightstand, you saw the three words that had been burning to tumble out of your mouth for weeks. But you’d held back, because you hadn’t wanted to put him under pressure or even scare him away. You’d thought about throwing the note away, but then… you’d left it there, figuring that he would probably address it, and if it was too soon for him, you could still say that you’d written it in a rush, that you hadn’t even realised that you’d written these three words down. That wasn’t far from the truth, because you really hadn’t, but you’d decided to keep it anyway.

Your eyes followed him through the room, and you couldn’t help but smile, because he was smiling at everyone. You loved seeing him like this, so carefree and happy. But you’d also seen the darker sides, had been there when he’d woken up in the night due to his nightmares, when the fear had gripped him so tight that he’d panicked when he’d hardly been able to breathe properly. You’d been there in his most vulnerable moments and had helped him to calm down. Steve had confided in you, had told you what had happened, where his scars were coming from, and you’d simply held him to show you that you were there, that you weren’t going anywhere. You loved him when he was smiling and taking care of everyone, but you also loved him in these moments in the dark when his walls crumbled and he showed you how much he needed you around. It always gripped your heart tight, so it was probably no wonder that you’d written down these words for him.

“Hey, y/n! Good to see you!” Robin called over to you, giving you a little wave, her smile nearly matching Steve’s. It looked like they’d both had a good day at work so far.

“Hey, Robin. Likewise!” You walked over to her to give her a hug, but you’d hardly separated, when you felt Steve’s arms snea around your middle to pull you close.

“I missed you, babe,” Steve whispered, nose nuzzled in your hair, pressing against the back of your neck. You sighed in contentment, finally feeling at ease for the first time today, because it showed that he wasn’t pulling away from you because of that note.

“Missed you, too!” You turned around in his arms, raising one hand to cup his cheek, but your eyes landed on his hair. “The rain got you good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, doesn’t matter, though.” Steve leaned in, and you met him halfway, connecting your lips with his in a kiss that set your whole body on fire, made your toes curl in your shoes, because you hadn’t expected the intensity. His hands on your waist held you close to him, thumbs brushing over your skin beneath your shirt.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you mumbled against his lips, putting your hands on his shoulders to push him back slightly so that you could look into his eyes. “While everyone else grumbled about the weather.”

“Guess none of them have somebody who leaves them notes in the morning.” Steve pecked your lips once again, before he apologised to get back to Robin. He was at work after all, you knew that, but it was only for half an hour, then he could leave with you. His words mixed with the look in his eyes made your heart beat faster, because now that he’d acknowledged it, you knew for sure that he’d read the note.

Once the end of their work day got close, you guarded the door, helping them a bit, because you didn’t let anyone else in, only opening the door to let customers out. Once the last person had left, you locked the door so that Robin and Steve could put the finishing touches to the store before you were able to leave - with the videotape in hand that Steve had been talking about.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Robin waved to both of you, walking home for a change because the rain had stopped, and she wanted to give you some time alone. Granted, you’d have that once you got home anyway, but she knew just how much Steve ached to be alone with you.

Steve got in the car with you and drove home - his apartment, because it was obvious to both of you that you were staying the night again. He asked about your day and you filled him in, when you both actually wanted to talk about something else, but this wasn’t the right place, not while he was driving. Steve had that much self restraint to wait until you were in his apartment.

You felt your heart beat faster the closer you got, and you were damn close to combusting when you finally stepped through the door and were in the safety of his apartment. Steve pulled you close immediately, putting his hands flat on your back to hold you to him, while he dipped his head to bury his nose in the crook of your neck. Your own hands carded through his hair, dropping to the nape of his neck to scratch the skin there, just the way he liked it For a moment, you simply stood like that, enjoying being close to each other, feeling his breath on your skin, his hands roaming your back, before he pushed your jacket from your shoulders.

“Steve,” you whispered, slowly pulling back to look at him.

“I love you,” he blurted out, looking into your eyes. You thought your heart would stop the way he looked at you, like you were the sun, the moon and the stars all in one. And you really were. “I’ve been wanting to say this for weeks, but I just…” Steve shook his head, but you quickly framed his face with your hands to make him look back at you. You understood, because you knew how much he guarded his heart after having it broken, and so you smiled at him, brushed your thumbs over his cheeks. “I really do love you. You’re the one that makes me complete. Robin said that you’re my missing puzzle piece to complete the picture and I think that pretty much sums it up.”

The warmth that spread through your whole body, the butterflies that multiplied in your stomach, your knees that nearly gave in made you pull him close and kiss him, pouring all the love you felt for him into that kiss. His hands on your waist tightened their grip, before he wrapped one arm around you again.

“I love you, too, Steve,” you whispered against his lips before you pulled back slightly. “And it’s been the same for me. Just didn’t want to scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away.” he stole another kiss from your lips, before he slowly backed you into the living room until the backs of your thighs hit the backrest of the sofa and you leaned against it.

“I know that now.” You let your fingers travel down to his chest, placing one of your hands right above his heart. “So… about that movie…?”

“That can wait a moment longer, don’t you think?” He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your head back, before he placed his lips on yours again. Gone was the softness from before, and it was replaced with a hunger that made your whole body tingle. Yeah… yeah that movie definitely could wait.

Let me know (send me a message) if you want to be on one of my tag-lists. I have one for the Promises Series, Eddie x Reader, Steddie and Steve x Reader 💚

[staygoldwriting]

Hi, it's me again. Hope you are not tired of me yet 🥰 I have a request for "Scoop's Ahoy" Steve, where he tries to flirt with every girl possible and the reader is the shy girl that talks only with Robin but one day she is not on the shift so he tries to flirt with her and to surprise of everyone there she dishes it right back at him in a way that makes him blush like a maniac. And I hope Robin somehow sees this and doesn't let him leave it down. Have a great day 💜💜💜

AHHHHH you have singlehandedly made me ADORE writing for Steve! I was giggling and clapping while writing this, it was so much fun and a great request!! I added a little fluff into it to add to the shyness of the reader, so I hope you enjoy it! Also, I will never get tired of you! 😘

Warnings: fluff, pick-up lines and hardcore flirting 🙈

Word count: ~1.1k

As always, please show love and support ❤️✨

For @maltinonka 💕

🍦Dingus in Love

“Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, ladies,” Steve smirked as he leaned against the counter. The girls blushed as they asked Steve for various samples, finally deciding on their flavors. 

Robin groaned as she saw the girls giggling to themselves at a table. One of the girls took a pen out, scribbling on a receipt, then walked up to Steve, frequently looking back at her giddy friend who kept egging her on. With a blush and a smile, she handed Steve the receipt, likely with her number on it, which he gladly accepted. As she walked away, Steve looked at Robin, waving the receipt in the air.

“That’s another one,” he smirked triumphantly. “How many is that today?”

“Enough to make me hand out optometrist advertisements,” Robin sassed. “Now, move out of the way, Y/N’s here and I don’t want you corrupting her!”

“One day, I’ll have a receipt with her number on it, just wait!” Steve exclaimed as Robin pushed forward to see you at the counter.

“Hey, Rob,” you smiled sweetly. “How’s it going?”

“Just dealing with this dingus and his girls,” Robin shrugged. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, thanks. Long shift at the Gap! But I brought you this,” you said, handing Robin a few pins and a new hat. “I hope you like them.”

“I love it all, thank you so much, Y/N,” Robin smiled as she fastened one of the pins, a rose, onto her vest. She leaned over the counter to hug you quickly. “Ice cream’s on me, what would you like?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose,” you replied.

“I insist, you’re always bringing me treats from work, and you deserve it anyhow.”

“Well, thanks,” you smiled. “Can I have chocolate with sprinkles please?”

“I can assist with that,” Steve smirked as he twirled his scooper. “And how is the beautiful Y/N today? Did you bring me anything from the Gap?”

“Steve, go away, you’re freaking her out,” Robin said as she looked at your blushing face.

“She’s just overwhelmed by my handsomeness, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“I-I’m gonna go,” you said quickly, turning to leave.

“Wait, Y/N! Your ice cream!” Robin called, but you were too far. She turned back to look at Steve, who shrugged. She furrowed her brows and sighed heavily.

“Now look at what you’ve done.”

-🍦-

“So, Steve, what time do you get off of work tonight?” an overly-flirty girl asked, leaning over the counter. 

“Just an hour or so,” Steve grinned, leaning closer to her. “Did you have anything in mind?”

“Well, I don’t know,” the girl began, twirling her hair. 

“Move!” Robin yelled as she emerged from the back, bumping Steve to the side. “Y/N’s coming again today, so I have to be on the register. What do you want, blondie?” she asked the flirty girl.

“Um, nothing from you,” she scoffed, walking away. Steve glared at Robin. 

“You just hate seeing me happy, don’t you?” he said, crossing his arms.

“Not particularly, okay, scram, she’s here.”

Steve trudged to the back as you walked up, talking to Robin about your day at work and finally getting your free ice cream. You all chatted for a little bit since no one else was in line, and you gave Robin a new ring. 

Little did you know, Steve was stealing a few glances at you from the back, smiling softly as he watched you tug at the sleeves of your sweater, move some hair out of your face, and mix your ice cream to spread the sprinkles. You were obviously not like the other, more forward girls, and he liked that about you. Sure, it was always nice to be admired, but Steve always wanted to know what you thought of him, more than any other girl he had liked. Besides, you were the only girl he saw consistently, unlike the girls who went out with him once and never called again. You had never given him an inkling of your feelings, but he could hardly be vulnerable at an ice cream store and in that hat. Instead, he took one last look at you, blew you a kiss, and sat down, opening a granola bar.

-🍦-

As you walked into Scoops Ahoy, you were met with Steve’s wide smile.

“Hey there, cutie,” he grinned. “Robin’s working in the back today, so that means that we finally get to talk.”

“Is that so?” you asked, feeling a bit anxious.

“Yeah,” Steve replied simply. “I know I make you nervous, believe me, you give me butterflies in my stomach, but I promise I’ll be innocent as an angel, so long as you’ll teach me your heavenly ways,” he smiled playfully. You took a deep breath, gathered your confidence, and approached the counter.

“You know, those lines are a little tired,” you said, a smirk starting to form.

“Oh?” Steve asked, leaning, “and what would you suggest instead?”

“Mm, I don’t know, but I have always wondered something,” you said slowly.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” Steve smirked. You leaned over the counter.

“Are you on the menu?”

“Umm,” Steve gulped, his face getting red.

“And the other day, I’ll admit, I was overwhelmed by your handsomeness, I mean, how do you not melt the ice cream? You know, from being so hot,” you winked.

“Um, I-I don’t know,” Steve replied, his ears bright red.

“Wanna discuss it over pizza when your shift is over?” 

“Seven!” Steve blurted, feeling giddy. 

“Great,” you smiled, then turned to leave.

“Wait, your ice cream!” Steve called frantically. You turned around, still smirking.

“It’s okay, I’ve already got my treat,” you replied, blowing him a kiss, then turning back around. “Seeya, sailor.”

“See you,” Steve whispered, his face still bright red with blush. 

“You know, you could learn a thing or two from her, flirting-wise,” Robin said. “She’s better at it than you are, I mean look at you!”

Steve’s eyes went wide hearing Robin��s voice. He turned quickly to face her, and she giggled at the sight of his flushed face.

“Seems like you’re at a loss for words, huh?” she chuckled. “I’m glad the tables have finally turned.”

Steve continued to look at Robin in silence as she walked to the counter.

“What do you mean?” Steve finally spoke.

“Oh, Steve, poor, naive Steve,” Robin said, clapping a hand on his shoulder, “You know how you can barely speak out of giddiness and happiness? How you’re blushing like someone gave you the embarrassment of your life?”

“Yeah?” Steve said, confused.

“Steve, why do you think it took Y/N so long to build up the confidence to talk to you? She’s been working on those lines for weeks. I’ll leave you with that, but first, I have to take a picture of you!”

Robin snapped a photo as Steve stood in silence, a goofy smile across his face. 

“Man, I’m never gonna let you live this down,” she chuckled, looking at Steve’s lovestruck face as she captioned the photo “Dingus in Love” and hung it on the wall. 

-🍦-

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