#cuteness ahoy!

[hairmetal666]

Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.

He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.

Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.

Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.

The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.

"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.

He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."

Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.

The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.

"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.

"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."

"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."

They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.

"How much do I owe you?" he asks.

Steve shakes his head. "On the house."

"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."

"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."

"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.

"On?"

"How good this shake is." He winks.

Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."

And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.

Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.

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Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.

Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.

He can't stop smiling.

That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.

"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."

"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.

"No, I got it. Not to worry."

"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.

Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.

"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.

Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"

"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."

At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.

"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.

He slumps. "No."

His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.

"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"

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"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."

"Uh-huh," she says.

"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.

"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"

And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.

"What?"

She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.

"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"

She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.

"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.

"What?"

"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.

He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.

"Well?" Robin demands.

"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."

"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"

"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."

Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."

"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."

She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."

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It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.

"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.

"Yeah?" he mumbles.

"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."

She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.

Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.

He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.

With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.

"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."

"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."

Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.

"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."

Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.

"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.

"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.

He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.

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Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.

They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"

"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.

Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.

It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.

It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.

Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."

[baleful-blurbs]

so this is gunna be steve as a bunny and eddie as a garbage raccoon. that's all i got for the caption idk.

[scampthecorgi]

In honor of National Ice Cream Day, here’s a throwback to the ‘80s when Scamp and Maple worked at Scoops Ahoy!

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[strangergraphics]

scoops ahoy themed dividers:

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[opossumprints]

So I just watched the Olympics opening ceremony.

And I’m having thoughts.

Rockstar!Eddie and Corroded Coffin being invited to perform thoughts

Opera singer!Steve thoughts

Thinking of Steve and Eddie performing in front of dozens of the be-headed Marie Antionette’s. Of Eddie performing in the opportunity of a life time and only being able to think of how hot Steve looks in a corset, draped in blood red streamers, and how he absolutely NEEDS to get that guy’s number before the night ends.

[saltavenegar]

I’d feel bad for anyone who doesn’t want to enjoy their ice cream so early in the morning

[abyssalmermaiden]

To sacrifice a human heart...

Odette: *pat pat pat of encouragement*

(@ahollowgrave inspired me to think more about merAryaille's landwalking powers and what they cost)

require consuming a human heart to transform and the change itself is very painful

cannot speak while in this form

can keep the form as long as she goes back to the ocean every night i.e. “you only get one night upon the shore”

thus if she stays on land overnight and doesn’t return to the sea before dawn she (dies? Gets stuck as a human?)

being on a ship kind of rules-lawyers this part since she’s not really on land

[lunabug2004]

LOOK AT MY TALENTED SISTER!!!!!! Okay obv not her irl but her wonderful, amazing, artwork of her two faves!!!!

[etherealkieren]

Scoops Ahoy Sign - Pixel Art Edition

my obsession with signs persists, now in new form!

[jaguare19]

Final

For fun

[fandomunder]

Set sail on an ocean of flavor with this squishy-cheeked Scoops Ahoy employee. Banana Steve is now available in the shop! 🍌

[ginneke]

already too late (if we arrive at all) - #1

It's Revalink Week! You probably want cute things! But because it's me, there's knives. 🔪

Was struggling for a long while to decide what to do for the prompts, so I'm taking them as loose background vibes for each section of an overall ficlet. I'm writing this more or less as we go, so let's hope we get to a satisfying....ish ending! Will port to Ao3 at the end of the week.

(hey @coconi this is what you were happily waiting for. .....or one of those things anyway.)

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Pairing: Revalink Rating: T

(A soulmate AU, sort of.)

-- Prompt #1: what are you waiting for? --

Revali is… many things.

He carries himself with a level of confidence that borders on arrogance; he doesn't hesitate to share his thoughts when things displease him (often), and rarely has anything positive to say about anyone — or anything.

In short, he's the kind of person that Link's instincts say he should have nothing to do with. If he's not sniping at Link’s failure (inability) to respond to his challenge, he's opining - at length - on the supposed flaws of Link’s so-called character, and if he’s not sharing said opinions with all and sundry, he’s pretending to ignore Link's general existence.

Would Revali speak with less vitriol, if he knew? Or would disappointment sharpen his tongue, and resentment make him even more vicious?

Link doesn't know. He fears finding out. He guards his secrets closely. Indeed, it's entirely possible that they would never have had anything to do with each other, hailing as they do from opposite corners of the country, if not for this cruel trick of fate.

…Revali is, undeniably, the Rito's greatest archer in generations, and a true master of flight, as graceful in the air as Mipha is in water. Even if his personality is lacking, his skills would be more than enough to make up the shortfall, under any normal circumstances.

And yet…

Link cannot speak of this to anyone; they wouldn't believe him if he did — but there's a secret too delicate to name, too fragile to share, too tenuous to trust.

A side of Revali that he would never want Link to know about.

This is the final thing about Revali. The most upsetting thing about Revali. The thing that makes Link wish he was someone, anyone else, and then makes him loathe himself for that thought.

Revali is Link's soulmate.

And time is already running out.

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Link is twelve years and eleven months of age, the first time he feels the tug on his wrist.

The legends say this should be a joyful thing. It's nothing of the sort. If Link hadn't learned, eleven months ago, hopes crushed before they had a chance to bloom, that his soulmark was far from a happy one — if he hadn't had the lesson reinforced, over and over, through harsh glances and cutting whispers from the moment he drew that sword from the pedestal out in the forest — he might have let himself…

Curled into a ball in the corner of the barracks, on his low mattress tucked well out of the way of the older boys — young men, really, and all of them much older than him — Link holds his left wrist out, far away from his body as if distance might be enough to remove the temptation to answer.

Your soulmate, it's said, can feel strong emotions from you, if you're holding your end of the string.

Link does his best not to have those. It only makes things worse.

But Link's soulmate, whoever they are, won't stop tugging on the thread that connects their souls without their will or their consent.

Curiosity. That's the only Link feels reverberating along the string, and if he hadn't already known that his soulmate was - in all likelihood - younger than him, this basically guarantees it. Naive enough to be innocent; innocent enough to be curious. Curious enough to keep tugging on that binding thread despite the lack of reply, long past the point where Link thought they would give up. It should be their first assumption. If nobody replies, then they don’t have their matching mark yet. That’s how the legend goes: it’s only when you’re old enough to understand what the mark means that it’ll appear on you.

Well, that’s how Link understands it. Other people say it differently. But other people don’t have that awareness of how an unspooling thread can mark you—beyond the obvious. How eyes can follow you with suspicion, and fear, and resentment, when you’ve done nothing but bear the touch of a gift so rare as to have become a legend.

When it’s clear that what should be a blessing is closer to a curse.

When they forget so easily, and chide you for remembering.

It's only when the moon is high overhead that Link's unlucky soulmate finally starts to relent in their investigation of the thread, their curiosity fogged over by fatigue, the tension finally growing slack, but the faint thrum of contact still there, as if — still enthralled by its newness — they’d gone to sleep still clutching the string, unwilling to let go.

And it softens something in him: though he wants to be angry, wants to hate the mark and everything it stands for… instead Link draws his outstretched wrist back towards him, and though he doesn’t dare touch the strand hanging loosely from his wrist — the thread only he, and not even his so-called soulmate, can see — he curls his other hand near to it, so close that he could touch it, if only he was brave enough.

It’s bad luck, to be Link’s soulmate.

Whoever they are, Link wants to protect them.

No matter how impossible it is.

Links to be added as the week goes on:

Part 2: here Part 3: here Part 4: Part 5: Part 6: Part 7:

(Part 8?)

[chrissyc86]

hey can you write a Robin Buckley x reader ficset in season 3 where they both get high off of that Russian drug and end up confessing they like each other while high?

Thanks

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Definitely! Thank you for your request!! I only do one-shots though, since I’m writing an entire story on Wattpad already…But Enjoy🫶

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In this one-shot: Being high, stranger things season 3 spoilers, panic attack, fluff, gayness.

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She Smiles

When you got your little summer job in the brand new Starcourt Mall, as an employee at ‘Scoops Ahoy!’, you expected you’d be scooping ice cream, handing out napkins, looking ridiculous and getting annoyed by kids.

What you definitely did not expect, was getting into some russian base with 2 kids you didn’t know, a popular jerk who turned out not to be that much of a jerk, and the most amazing, most funny, most gorgeous girl you had ever seen.

Robin Buckley.

A girl with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, cute freckles and cool jewelry. Gosh she even managed to look good in that ridiculous ‘Scoops Ahoy!’ uniform. She was around your height, and had great humor. Sarcasm, mostly.

You weren’t sure why you thought about her that much, or why felt so happy when she was around, or why you felt like you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. You had known her since kindergarten so you probably just considered her a great friend. What else?

But here you were.

In a russian base.

With your co-workers Steve and Robin.

Scared.

Cold.

Drugged.

Only the drugs hadn’t kicked in yet.

For you, at least.

You had lost the two younger kids, Erica and Dustin. And now you were tied to a chair. In a small room. With Steve and…Robin…

Steve was beaten, Robin was panicking and you were awfully calm for this situation. You were scared, yes. But so deeply in shock that it made you calm. Seeing Robin be so scared broke your heart though.

“Robin…Robin listen to me..” you whispered.

“No- This is- No. This is fucked up, how are you two so calm?!” she said, her voice breaking slightly.

“I’m scared too just…shocked” seeing Steve in the corner of your eye made you let out a soft sigh. “And Steve’s passed out, I think.”

“..’m not…” The boy mumbled.

“Steve! Don’t scare me like that, I thought you were dead, you dingus..!” Robins voice still sounds panicked but also relieved.

Steve’s chuckle sounds light but absent at the same time.

You stay quiet while Robin and Steve chat about whatever. You feel this painful sting building up in your chest. Cause it seems almost like Robin and Steve like each other. Why should you care. Why do you suddenly feel this intense anger towards Steve? The guy did nothing wrong.

Probably just protective over your best friend, you convince yourself. Yet something feels off.

Before you have time to figure that out, a Russian man from the base and a…Doctor? Enter the room. And that didn’t feel right at all. The doctor starts taking stuff out of his bag. Sharp stuff. You can’t quite see what, but Robin can, since she’s facing in that direction. And of course she gets more stressed.

“Would now be a good time to tell you guys that I don’t like doctors..?”

The man faces Steve. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” his Russian accent sure is noticeable. “Who do you work for.”

“Scoops..” Steve chuckles. It causes Robin to laugh as well, and for some reason that makes you three laugh all together. “Scoops Ahoy..”

The man ignores it and continues speaking to Steve. “How did you find us.”

“Totally by accident..” More chuckles.

The man says something in Russian, to the Doctor, who grabs a sharp thing.

“What is that shiny little toy..?” Steve slurs his words slightly.

Robin looks worried.

The doctor goes towards Steve.

The sharp thing goes towards Steve.

To hurt.

Torture.

All three of you freak out.

“Woah wait no wait- stop- wai-“

“It was a code! A code, we heard a code!!” Buckley panics.

…

“What code.”

Robin can’t find her words due both anger and fear so you jump in.

“..’The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west..’ That stuff.”

“You broadcast, that stupid spy shit…All over town,” Robin chuckles in a mocking way. “and we picked it up on our Cerebro. And we cracked it in a day! A day!” More mocking chuckles. “You think, you’re sooo smart, but, a couple of kids who..scoop ice cream! for a living! Cracked your code in a day.”

“And now, people know you’re here.” you add.

“Who knows we are here?!” The man says angry, adding something in Russian that you can’t understand.

Steve speaks up “uh, well…Dustin..”

“Uhm- Steve..” you try to cut him off.

“Yeah! Dustin Henderson…he knows w-“

“Steve!!” Robin cuts him off.

“Dustin Henderson…Is this your small curly haired friend?” The man continues.

Steve laughs. Why the fuck does he laugh. And why the fuck does he keep talking about Dustin…Did they beat the sense out of him or something? But soon you feel the drugs kicking in as well. And while Steve and Robin got a laugh-kick out of it, you on the other hand, you get scared. And your vision gets blurry. You stare at your shoes but it’s all blurry.

You don’t even hear what they’re saying anymore as you’re suddenly overcome by this great fear all in your system. Realization. Realization that you are stuck. Stuck in a Russian base. There’s torture devices. There’s guns. There’s more. They won’t hesitate to kill you, and it scares the shit out of you.

You start thinking about everyone you know which sounds stupid but the idea of never seeing them again terrifies you.

Suddenly an alarm goes off but you only hear it slightly. Because now you are panicked. Now you do feel stress. And now you’re definitely not calm.

The doctor and man leave for some reason and Robin and Steve are left with you, laughing their asses off.

But you feel light-headed.

And sick.

And scared.

And your vision is blurry.

And tears start rolling down your cheeks.

And you only hear a long ringing in your ears.

And all the other sounds fade away.

And…

And…

And then you hear your name.

“Hey- hey, hey…Y/N?? Y/N, talk to me okay?” your favorite voice ever sounds.

But you can’t get any words out due the jumpy and annoying way your breathing has taken right now.

“Y/N, it’s okay…Please don’t cry, we’re gonna make it out of here..! R-Right Steve?”

“Yeah, totally…Yeah Dustin and Erica are on their way and we’ll be out of here in no time..don’t worry…” Steve agrees, his voice much calmer and more soothing now.

But you still can’t get words out. Only one, choked out between sobs. “I- ..m….sor- sorry…”

“Nonono, it’s okay don’t apologize please…you’ve got me and Steve to protect you, we’re gonna be out here in no time. I’ll be your knight in shining armor.”

You giggle softly.

“Seee!! there she is…that sounds much better than those sobs.” Robin smiles.

You sniff, finally calming down from your panic attack when suddenly, as said, Dustin and Erica enter the room, freeing the three of you. A relieved sigh can be heard from pretty much all of you.

“Come on let’s get out of here, nerds.” Erica says once you’re all ready to go.

The entire (,quite bumpy) drive, Robin and Steve are laughing their asses off again. About everything and nothing. But you’re quiet. This time not because of panic or shock, but because Robins arm is resting around your waist slightly.

And while she’s almost violently swinging her other arm cause of the laugh attacks with Steve, she makes sure she doesn’t accidentally hit you. And the arm around your waist stays still. And it makes you feel warm. Too warm, but in a nice way.

You’re zoned out entirely while making your way back to Starcourt Mall with Robin, Steve and the two kids. Once you’re there, Steve, Robin, Dustin and Erica went to see a movie. But you head back to Scoops Ahoy, with the excuse that you forgot something there. Which was a lie.

At Scoops, you sat down on one of the chairs. Thinking. Staring. You felt like you had a fever. And you felt like crying every once in a while when your brain reminded you of the fact that Robin probably had a crush on Steve. Why? Were you jealous? Did you have a crush on Steve? No, definitely not. No offense Steve.

You sit there for about 30 minutes just staring and thinking. And crying a bit. But you are snapped out of your thoughts by someone walking towards you. You quickly sniff and wipe your tears, turning around to see her standing there.

“Hi, I thought you’d still be here..”

“Oh, how come?”

Robin chuckles. “Cause you said you were going here…? I mean, I was a bit worried you had been kidnapped by Russians again butttt luckily you’re okay.”

You nod.

She frowns.

“That is…if you actually are okay?”

“mhm, ‘m fine…Where’s Steve?” you ask.

“Probably still throwing up in the restroom.” she smirks. “We talked for a while, but his stomach ain’t strong I guess. So I went to look for you.”

“Talked..? so uh, so you confessed? And you’re dating now?”

“Woah- What?!”

“Yeah- I- Don’t worry, I knew it, he obviously had a think for y-“

“What?? No Y/N. No. He- Uhm. No. I don’t like him!” She chuckles. “Wow I can’t believe you thought that! I mean, he did too. He did confess to me but then I said ‘hey man I’m not really into you or any guy, too bad’. Or something like that at least.”

You giggle as well. “Not into any guy? How come?”

Robin stays silent. And you suddenly understand.

“Oh shit…I-“ you start.

“Don’t tell anyone please”

“I won’t, I won’t..”

“Thanks..”

She stares into your eyes. A bit too long. And you realize something as well.

“Robin I think I might like you..” you blurt out and then watch her eyes widen.

“Really?”

“Yeah- I- sorry..I don’t know why I said tha- that was weir-“

Your words are cut off by the feeling of Robins lips pressed onto yours. For a good 12 seconds. Probably the best 12 seconds you’ve ever experienced. You feel your heart aching for more when she pulls away with a cute grin.

“I...think I like you too, Y/N” Robin grins.

“so then-“

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She smiles widely.

“You’re quick with it huh..?” you chuckle. “but yes, I’d love to.”

Robin smiles. She smiles. At you. Only you. The girl you wanted to be friends with since kindergarten. The clumsy girl who said what was on her mind. The ‘weird’ girl. The girl that made it worth coming to school, just to see her smile. You always wished she’d look and smile at you for a change. And now she did.

Robin Buckley, your girlfriend.

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[intothewildsea]

@nectaric (for zeus!!)

Both babies were sleeping soundly, which was a miracle. Usually one was awake and the other was asleep. Both were snuggled up in Niamh's arms as she leaned against the headboard. They were only a few days old, so Niamh knew it was still prime snuggling time.

She looked exhausted, but she still grinned at Zeus when they walked into the bedroom. "Are you ready to meet your niece and nephew?"

[strangergraphics]

scoops ahoy themed masterlist dividers:

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[ah0yh0y]

on my feet and hands levitiating spewing doom and hope and utter brain rot but the force of a rubbish compactor supernova NDWFNDFODEFIOFIOD

read the Scholomance Trilogy by naomi novik i am BEGGING YOU