#i just think my writing style sounds like Robin so I wanted to try something

[whoopssteddiefeels]

Penny in the Air

Robin is a lot of things: judgey, hyperactive, anxious, impulsive, talkative, loud- there’s a list okay, and she’s very familiar with it. High up the list is that she is very, very gay (if possible, she’s pretty sure she’s actually getting gayer. She blames Steve for this, as she’s pretty sure it has to do with being able to finally talk about her crushes to someone other than her reflection.)

The point is, she’s gay, so she’s not surprised that she notices first. The Steve-Eddie thing. Because it is, in fact, a thing at this point.

She knows Eddie is gay- knows it like the sky is blue and David Bowie rocks- because of, y’know, the way he is (if she had any doubt, the way he leaned in while calling Steve “big boy”, ew, killed it dead.) Her research suggests this is “gaydar,” but its very unfair, she thinks, that so far it has only detected exactly (2) gays, both men, making it pretty much useless. It has given her exactly 0 information on Vickie.

She empathizes with Eddie’s position. Feels it pang under her sternum when his eyes go soft watching Steve talk emphatically, hair flopping around in that ridiculous way it does. Knows how it must catch in his throat when his hand suddenly retracts halfway to Steve’s shoulder, going to his own hair to cover the aborted movement. Tries hard to not over-identify with the sharp tug he gives there, trying to snap himself out of it (fails because she did literally exactly that when Vickie was in the video store the previous day, almost as if he had seen and copied the mechanism).

The part of the puzzle she can’t figure out is Steve. She’s annoyingly aware that he likes (groan) boobies, thanks Fast Times, and he isn’t treating Eddie like a girl whose number he’s trying to score. That being said, whenever the older boy appears, Steve lights up like a damn Christmas tree. Affection doesn’t have to be romantic; she knows this- wants to hit several of the kiddos over the head with it whenever they allude to her dating Steve- but empathy for Eddie is tinting her judgement, and once you put on the gay rose-tinted glasses it’s hard to unsee the possibility. It certainly seems like flirting. Rearranging his hair every three seconds, drawing Eddie’s eyes to the mane that is his pride and joy. Getting what she can only describe as unnecessarily close when he squeezes by Eddie in the video store aisles or whoever’s living room they’re sprawled in, hands brushing a shoulder, back, or one time his hip under the pretense of maintaining balance. The soft blush whenever Eddie flirts hard in a way he knows can be passed off as a joke. The honest megawatt smile Steve gets whenever Eddie starts in on his usual antics is infinitely more endearing than the smolder he’s learned to use like a weapon.

She usually knows exactly what Steve is thinking or feeling before he does. They’ve got that whole platonic soul mate telepathy thing, and he’s easily the center of her social world. So, since she can’t tell what he’s thinking (other than the obvious but unhelpful “Eddie, yay!”), she’s 99.9% sure, from experience, ok, that it means he isn’t thinking. Like at all. So, what she’s witnessing is instinctive, his body just moving into Eddie’s space because it feels correct, and he hasn’t paused to think about it.

             He’s walking that line of comfortable and affectionate that is ambiguously intimate. Could be platonic, could be more. It would be frustrating for anyone with a crush, but she knows from bitter experience with straight-girl crushes that Eddie must be going insane. And yes, Robin and Eddie are friends, but not close enough for her to open a conversation with “So you’re obviously gay and into Steve, my best friend who I talk to every second of every day, and no he hasn’t mentioned it, and neither have I. What’s up with that?” Similarly, she can’t quite figure out how to bring it up to Steve without accidentally outing Eddie in the process.

That’s the main reason she’s keeping her mouth uncharacteristically shut on the subject. She is not, however, above the occasional raised eyebrow, ok, especially as Eddie’s flirting slowly becomes ridiculously obvious. The man is literally leaning on the counter, chin on his hand, mooning up at Steve through his eyelashes. Steve has his hip propped on the opposite side, leaning into the shared space. How are either of them this oblivious, seriously.

~*~

She’s there when the penny finally drops.

They’re not even watching a romantic movie, it’s fucking Life of Brian, all three of them calling out their favorite lines along with the actors, throwing things and generally goofing off. If she takes the armchair to force the boys together on the couch, she doesn’t think anyone can blame her. If she’s feeling a little smug that they both sit in the middle, right next to each other, instead of taking opposite ends, she keeps it to herself. She might not want to stick her foot right in the middle of that mess, but she’s not above setting booby traps.

Robin couldn’t tell you exactly when Steve’s arm went around Eddie’s shoulder; it was somewhere between Eddie practically climbing into Steve’s lap for a “Biggus Dickus” re-enactment, the closeness and flirting safely enveloped in humor, and Steve attempting to force Eddie to “haggle” for the bag of chips. When she glances over from the safety of her armchair, Steve’s arm is trapped behind Eddie’s head, draped over his shoulder on the opposite side. Eddie, usually a constant ball of fidgety motion, is frozen stiff like he’s trying not to scare off a nervous rabbit. Even in the blue light coming off the screen she can see the flush coloring his usually nocturnal-pale cheeks.

The thing is, Steve had just discussed this move with her. Told her to invite Vickie to movie night, recommended light, easily joked off roughhousing and settling an arm around her in a way specifically gaged to judge the reaction. Which means he knows. No way he hasn’t finally figured out what his lizard brain has clearly been screaming for months (seriously, she deserves a medal. Someone tell her future girlfriends about her stamina), not with the way he’s twirling a soft brown curl around and around his finger. He must know Eddie can feel that. And oh. Steve is not-so-subtly glancing to his right, trying to gage that reaction like they discussed, to see if this is ok.

Yup. Robin needs to be literally anywhere else. She tries to be subtle (insert laugh here), muttering “bathroom” and legging it out of the room, seeking the safety of the kitchen. She wasn’t worried though- odds are she could start playing trumpet and those two wouldn’t hear it past the tension of the moment.

 ~*~

In addition to gay, Robin is also easily bored. She hums along to “Always look on the bright side of life,” drifting in from the living room, crunching on some peppery crackers she found in a cabinet in a way that vaguely matches the song’s rhythm. She would just leave the boys to whatever they were going to do (yuck, don’t think about it), but unfortunately the two people most likely to give her a ride home were occupied (seriously, no thinking about it). She’d held out for as long as she could, really, but if the movie was ending, surely she had given them enough time?

Hoping she wasn’t going to regret it, she peaked out of the kitchen, and was relieved to see that 1) everyone still had clothes on and 2) Steve and Eddie were cuddling. Fucking finally.

“SO, BOYS,” she boomed (remember loud is on the list of things she is), trying not to enjoy the way two ridiculous heads of hair jumped and then shifted away from one another anxiously. “Who finally lost the longest game of gay chicken I’ve ever seen?”

Steve’s head makes an audible thump as it drops against the back of the couch, hands coming up to rub at his face as she rounds the furniture to face them, feeling deliciously smug. Eddie gave up any pretense and buried his face in Steve’s shoulder, sweater and hair completely hiding his face.

“Shut up Robin, go away,” Steve groans.

“Nope! This has been the slowest burn of all time, you guys were killing me. I have to balance it out by being just as insufferable.” she chirped, doing her best Steve impression, hands on her hips and eyebrow quirked.

“Technically, I would say we both won gay chicken since neither of us pulled back. No chickens here. Roosters only, in fact.” Eddie surfaces with a smug little smile, dimples on full display.

“Oh you’re definitely a cock Munson, I’ll give you that,”

“Don’t make me flip you the bird-”

“That’s a bit of ostritch-”

“Well toucan play at that game-”

“I’m so happy I like tits-“

“Why me?” Steve grumbled at the same time Eddie dropped his teasing tone to ask, “Wait what?”

“Me? Lesbian. You? Obviously gay. Steve has been flirting back at you for months you dingus.”

“I’ve been what?” Steve sits up straight, suddenly laser focused on Robin. “I have not. I only realized, like, a week ago-”

He was seriously going to be the death of her.

“Steve. Stephen. My guy. What would you say if I told you a girl had been giving me a hair show, the unnecessary squeeze-by, and big eyes? Consistently. For weeks.”

Eddie starts laughing. Then cackling. Steve went an even deeper shade of red, though she could tell this one was more indignant ruby than embarrassed scarlet.

“Thank you,” Eddie wheezed out, fighting down another fit, picking himself up from where he had slid down the couch. “Oh my god, thank you for fucking noticing that. He was wasn’t he? I thought it was just in my head, y’know, and Gareth always said I tend to imagine signs that aren’t there.”

“Oh I know, you think you have a hard time, girls are so physically affectionate platonically, it’s impossible to tell-”

“Ok. Done with this conversation!” Steve interrupted, standing up between the two of them, hands furiously combing through his hair.

Robin only grinned wider at Eddie. “So, Munson, care to give me a ride home?”

“You know, Buckley, I would be delighted.”

“Hey now-” Steve tried to interject as the two of them moved towards the door.

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

“Don’t mention it, fair lady. Your chariot awaits.”

“Wait, hang on, Eddie-” Steve’s tone shifted from confused to plaintive as she stepped out into the night. And she resolutely pretended to not hear Eddie’s reply before he closed the door behind them.

“Sit tight, big boy, I’ll be right back!”

[eustasskidagenda]

Hi! This is my first time requesting, could I ask for some headcanons of Zoro, Law and Kidd with reader who was selective mutism?

Hi, sure thing! I'm sorry for the delay, but here we go. I hope the outcome will meet your expectations, thank you for requesting. ☆

☆Zoro, Law & Kid with a s/o who has selective mutism

CW : g/n reader, Kid has a filthy mouth 

WC : 1,2k

Zoro 

It would be quite a challenge for Zoro, to be honest. 

Zoro is not really talkative. So at first, he wouldn't notice that you're facing selective mutism. He would assume that you are a stoic and reserved person, just like him. However, he would come to the realization that it's deeper. When he realizes it's selective mutism...

… He would feel a bit confused and helpless, especially if you're not comfortable with him. Is he to blame for it? He wants to make you feel safe. So first thing first, he would ask for Chopper's help, or maybe Robin. 

Zoro is maybe uncomfortable with emotions, but he's loyal and always there to support his loved ones. This man is so protective and serious. With someone like him, the silence is always enjoyable, not weird or unusual. It would give you a feeling of safety. 

As a pragmatic person, Zoro would also try to find solutions, such as communicating through gestures, maybe. Whenever you talk to him, his heart would melt. He feels privileged to hear the sound of your voice. It's both beautiful and soothing.

Zoro will quietly be supportive when you're with others. As long as you don't seem in need of his help, he would just shut up and let you do your thing. If you want to communicate with others, give it a shot. If you want to stay silent, that's fine. However, if you appear stressed or uncomfortable, Zoro would be there in a second to reassure you. 

"You don't have to force yourself. It's fine. You gave your all. 

I think Zoro would consider your struggles with communication like he considers his fighting style: you need to train. If you want to open up, he would love to help you. He would assist you in slowly but surely pushing past your limits. "Maybe it'll take time, but I know you can do it, I trust you."

Zoro values so much effort and practice that he would be really moved by your progress. Even though he's not really expressive, you can tell how proud he is. The soft expression in his eyes is all you need to see.

Law

Law has a quiet demeanor. He doesn't speak much about himself, his plans, or basically, anything that is stuck in his mind. However, he understands that there is a distinction between being reserved and selective mutism. He would quickly realize that you're not just shy.

Although he's not a psychologist, he would still try to understand why you have selective mutism. First, because he's a doctor and also because he's curious about that kind of thing. If you're not willing to speak up about this, he won't force you to do so. He's well aware that selective mutism can sometimes hide something traumatic, and well, Law knows a lot about trauma. He doesn't want to remind you of dark memories.

"Don't worry, y/n-ya. I won't put pressure on you."

If you cannot communicate with him, Law would try to find a way to communicate with you. Maybe through writing, sign language, or even drawing, if you want. He's good at finding solutions and he knows a few things about selective mutism. 

If you can't communicate with others, Law will try to keep you in a safe environment. He knows it's pointless to confront you with people and he doesn't want to make you feel more anxious. But he would try to introduce you to trustworthy people, such as Bepo, Sashi, or Penguin. He would ask his friends to be nice and patient with you. If someone tries to be mean to you, Law would be really mad and probably room, shambles their body for a few hours as a punishment.

He respects your silence. Law would never force you to communicate or push you out of your comfort zone. He would be there to support you during both good and bad times. Every time you talk to someone you're not really comfortable with, Law would have a proud grin on his face. 

"See, you did it! You're incredible, y/n-ya."

Kid

Well, don't worry, he can talk for the both of you.

He's a man of action, and honestly, he struggles to understand what's going on and why you're so quiet. Sure, he's used to calm people, and Killer is one of them. But talking to everyone is not a problem for Killer, he's just introverted. Your selective mutism would be a challenge for our dear angry tulip.

Kid is loud and both possessive and protective. However, he hates assisting others. He thinks you're strong enough to take care of yourself. He would never be the one to babysit you. Just watch from a distance to see if you're doing okay, especially in stressful situations. If someone dares to mock you, we all know what's going to happen. Kid is easily pissed off: he hates being mocked, or when someone makes fun of his loved one.

"Come here y/n, I'll deal with those fucking assholes." Before grabbing you by the wrist and bringing you closer to him. So now you're stuck against his chest, but is it really a problem? 

Honestly, if you're struggling to talk to Kid, he would consider the whole thing as a challenge. He's a marginalized person, his crew is full of marginalized people, so your selective mutism is not really a problem for him. His pride is the main issue: if you doesn't feel safe in his presence, it's a problem for his ego. 

"What's the matter anyway, y/n, why can't you speak?" 

In your presence, Kid would try (keyword: try) to talk more quietly. He doesn't want to freak you out with his rude behavior. Just imagine the loud and rude Eustass Kid softening in your presence. How sweet. I'm also pretty sure he would love to praise you with your favorite flower/animal made of metal. Imagine a beautiful flower blooming or a fluffy puppy dancing with joy while you speak. 

Don't say that the big, scary Eustass Kid can craft such lovely things to anyone. 

Once you're comfortable with him… Kid would just grin cockily. Damn. He would be extremely proud. Like, genuinely proud. Proud of you, because you did it. And also pleased with himself, because he won this challenge. He would feel his heart melting and pounding. "Y/N can talk to me, see, I'm the best!" (Yelling to absolutely everyone, obviously)

Kid Pirates are a big family. Kid may not be fully aware of what to do with someone who is facing selective mutism, but his crew will take care of you. They won't put pressure on you, not because they're scared of Kid, but because everyone in the crew has their own problems and it's alright. 

They would all make an effort to ensure your safety and be patient with you. Just like their captain, if you end up in a stressful situation, they would help you as best they can. 

I love them so much, help.

[grandlinedreams]

This request might be a little silly but I hope its good enough to write!

I was thinking…what if zoro got hit by a devil fruit that makes him act like he’s in love with reader (basically sanji) and once it wears off he realizes that he actually does love you

Thank you!!

PLEASE the idea of that is so funny but I was honestly trying to wrack my brain for dialogue that wouldn't sound cringey coming from his mouth so I made it more of a hc/short reaction if that's okay?

[heads up!: devil fruit effects, intentionally ooc Zoro for a second]

Zoro ㅡ It's just bad luck that he gets hit with the effects of a devil fruit ㅡ aptly named doki doki no mi ㅡ and the crew have to suffer the consequences, but mostly you.

You're not entirely sure why it's you he focuses his attention on, only that it's very, very odd to hear things like 'darling' and 'sweetheart' come out of the crass swordsman's mouth. It isn't that he's not nice or sweet when he wants to be, but having it be so vocal in a way that rivals Sanji is what makes it so odd.

(Also the way your heart flutters at how sincere he sounds ㅡ that's definitely a problem too.)

It lasts for a couple of hours in which he never leaves your side, intent on you to the point of discomfort, truth be told. Because there's a little bitter piece of you saying he's only being like this because of the effect, not because he wants to.

That being said once it wears off, Nami tells him that she has pictures of his antics and that if he doesn't want them all over the back pages of the News Coo, he'll stop getting on her nerves and doing dumb shit. Or he can pay her berri that she knows he doesn't have.

Obviously you act a little different with him after, and it takes him a little bit to figure it out and confront you about it. When you're honest about it, he does blush a little (but swears he doesn't) and scratches the back of his head, trying to come up with an apology that doesn't sound half-assed.

He ends up settling on something more like a confession, telling you that he'd like to call you things like Sanji does but without feeling so gross about it (somewhere, Sanji sneezes) but wants you to know that Robin informed him that the fruit wouldn't have worked the way it did if he didn't already have feelings for you.

As far as confessions go, it honestly kind of sucks. But it's very Zoro-style too, and when you tell him he's lucky that you like him too, he has the audacity to smirk and tell you he already knew.

(He didn't, but you let it slide.)

[the-fluff-piece]

Hiya, I’ve only just found your blog and I love your work🥰 would you mind writing a bit of a drama (i’m a drama queen🥲)? I’ve been thinking some misunderstanding like zoro being (unintentionally) popular with girls but one being extremely clingy to the point people, as well as the fem reader, think they are a couple. Female reader gets jealous and sad and Sanji comes to comfort her and Zoro sees that and gets the wrong idea and becomes jealous too. But they somehow find out the truth and blah blah romantic stuff confessions etc. I know it’s ridiculous but I live for the drama🥺 thanks in advance and i will understand if you don’t want to do it but I love ya anyway xx

Hiya dear reader,

Thank you for your kind words! I'm happy that you like my style!

I'm sorry it took so long, but I didn't want to post something unfinished XD I hope you don't mind me setting it before the time skip, I think water seven directly after enies lobby is a great location.

Drama is always good and that's a great setup - LET'S DO IT (got a little longer)

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Zoro has no fucking clue

You defeated CP9 and returned together with Robin to Water 7, where the crew got the chance to heal and relax for a few days.

Together, you really showed it to the world government! Well, mostly the big hitters in the crew. Zoro saved you when it came to fighting, not that you minded it. Whenever you were in danger, you knew that he would show up and defeat whatever marine captain or sea monster was trying to kill you.

When you got the key and released him and Usopp from the cuffs, he flashed you a heartmeltingly handsome smile and proceeded to partake in the absolutely ridiulous sword duel that destroyed half the building - and than he fought against thousands of marines.

He really deserved a break. And a thank you. You had been aimlessly wandering through the streets of water 7 to find something for Zoro, a gift to thank him. And maybe show him how much you like him.

Eventually, you decided to get him a Magnum bottle of sake, enough for his big thirst. It was something he absolutely would love.

Pleased with your purchase, you walked back to your temporary shelter in water 7- but your heart almost stopped. You were already so attuned to his appearance, that you could have picked out that green hair in any crowd - Zoro was here. And he seemed to be moving fast. Trouble? That meat head always managed to find a fight, you better help him out.

The gathering crowd slowed you down almost immediately. You squeezed through to see Zoro fighting with some guy, who was no match for the formidable swordsman.

Putting on a real show, Zoro played with the amateur, who poked helplessly at the air as Zoro effortlessly moved around the battlefield. Drinking in the "Oh!" And "Ah!" From the surrounding crowd, a cocky smile spread over his face.

With his two swords crossed, he finally attacked and struck his opponent down with one blow.

The crowd cheered - a very female sounding cheer. You noticed a lot of girls streaming to him. They clung to his arms and praised his strength- what was going on?

A girl shouted: "He got the pantie thief! He's my hero!" In a ridiculously high pitched voice and ran towards a grinning Zoro.

Pantie thief - of course. You rolled your eyes and waited for the crowd to dissipate. And you waited, and waited. One of them seemed glued to Zoro's arm, giggling and throwing her long, blonde locks around.

"Hey Zoro, let's get back to the others" you tried to get him to leave with you.

"Nah. this girl here will thank me with some booze! Just go back without me." He waved you off while the girl promised him all he could drink.

Rolling your eyes even harder, you went back to the crew at the galley-la building and informed them of Zoro's absence.

"Good riddance!" Sanji muttered past his cigarette. "Want an éclair?" He offered, almost in the same breath but with suddenly heart-shaped eyes.

"YES" you shouted, hungry for some kind of comfort after Zoro just trotted off with a blonde haired beauty.

"Stupid mosshead!" You cursed as you angrily shoved the sweet treat into your mouth.

"Yes he is, if he did anything to you I will kick that guy to the moon!" Sanji chimed in.

"No it's okay." You muttered and continued to mope for the rest of the evening.

Hardly able to sleep, you heard Zoro stumble home at dawn, throwing himself into a corner and snoring almost immediately.

You hoped that it was done with that - until the next morning. You heard Sanji shriek in delight as the door opened: "Such a sweet beautiful girl, did you come to see me, my lady?"

You didn't hear the reply clearly, but a high female voice cooed something and you heard a loud thud as Sanji's body hit the floor, an expression of total horror on his face.

The girl from yesterday pranced past you as you knelt down next to the cook.

"It's horrible..." he hoarsely whispered, seemingly near death, "she's bringing the mosshead breakfast. That beautiful lady..." his eyes closed as he sighed the last half-sentence and with it, his will to live (for the moment).

Hot jealousy surged up again. You stomped to the table, where luffy was sleep-eating heaps and Zoro gingerly unpacked a giant sandwich, seemingly made entirely out of meat.

The blonde bimbo had parked her breasts on the table and watched Zoro with a dreamy expression as he wolfed down the sandwich, splattering sauce all over the place.

"Do you like it?" She asked in a melodic voice.

"Yeah, thanks" Zoro answered with a full mouth. He seemed very content. That ass.

She didn't leave afterwards. In fact, she basically moved in immediately, either hanging on Zoro's arm or sitting close to him, watching him with heart shaped eyes and complimenting his every breath.

She eventually informed the somewhat irritated rest of the crew that her name was Silk (while throwing her silky hair around) and that she stayed with Zoro. Since she didn't actually do anything bad and Zoro didn't seem to mind, everyone accepted or ignored it.

"Come on, snookums, it's so crowded here, let's go out" Silk tugged at his arm. "I know a great liquor place!"

"Yeah why not" he lazily followed her as she maneuvered him like a tugboat.

"Snookums?" you stared after them in disbelief.

Nami, meanwhile, died of hysterical laughter.

"Didn't think that a girl could tame him that much. He's totally whipped!" she laughed and slapped your back while you didn't understand the world anymore.

The sake you bought was still in your bag, still untouched. Maybe you should bring it back to the store.

It was evening, Zoro and his girl weren't back yet. You found yourself so irritated that you couldn't sleep, just like Sanji, who sat at the table and poured himself some wine.

As you sat next to him, he silently passed you a glass as well. He somehow managed to get from perfectly coiffed, full of energy and dressed to the nines to unshaven and disheveled in the course of a day.

"I know why I am upset...but what is it with you?" You ask him.

Two bloodshot eyes stared back at you.

"I can't believe Marimo...that filthy brute, with no style and no interest in women has a...a..." The end of his sentence was too much to bear for him, instead he took a nervous gulp of wine.

"And she's so....soo...prettyyyyy" he dragged out the last word like a pre-schooler in a tantrum.

You gently tapped your glass against his: "to us" you whisper.

"To...us?" He half asked and half repeated and he smiled.

One glass turned into two glasses, and like that the bottle was gone. Your only topic: how much Zoro and that girl sucked.

A new bottle was opened, and another. Soon, you didn't find enough things to hate Zoro for anymore, so instead you moved on to different topics. Sanji told you about growing up in the restaurant while you told him a few stories of your own. After the third bottle was emptied, you were both pretty drunk, and you didn't really remember much anymore.

You drifted off to an uneasy sleep, full of Zoro how he made out with the girl named Silk. How they had children and generally shoved their happiness into your face.

"Oi, wake up. Y/n, wake up!" You heard Zoro's angry voice above you as he tapped you with his foot.

"Wha...let me sleep marimo" you answered, swiftly adopting Sanji's language and inflection.

As you opened your eyes, the swordsman's towering frame took up your entire field of vision. With his crossed arms and grumpy expression, he looked intimidating as hell.

You stretched and realized that you had slept on the floor, leaning against Sanji, amidst a lot of pillows. Sanji must have brought them during the night to make you more comfortable. Now that's a man!

When you moved, Sanji's head fell into your lap, still sleeping, and he immediately began purring like a kitten. Zoro grabbed him by the collar and shook him awake.

"What the fuck YOU think you're doing?" He bellowed at his sleepy crewmate.

"Go and have your nosebleed somewhere else, you pervy cook!" He said as he threw Sanji down again -hopefully immediately regretting it because Sanji answered with a fiery kick.

Not even 5 minutes awake and already near a fight, you decided to crawl away to safety and make some tea.

As you set down with steaming cup in hand, you spotted the blonde girl coming towards you, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Demonstrably, she sighed and commented "what a short night" showcasing her disheveled hair with a pout.

"Uh-hu" was all you could manage.

"You are his crewmate, are you not?" she asked, "how can you live with that manly man on one boat and not fall for him?"

"Yeah, it's a mystery" you answered sourly. If she only knew that you did - and he didn't care.

She continued to talk about something, but you decided not to listen. Instead, you focused on the fight going on outside now, where Zoro and Sanji shouted insults at each other.

"You hurt her feelings! I cannot ignore that!" Sanji screamed. "FLAMBÈ SHOT!"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, STUPID COOK!" Zoro answered among loud clashes.

Your head was aching too much, there was too much noise. You excused yourself and went outside - away from the fight - and sat at the pier. It was calm here. Just faint noises of fighting were in the background.

You thought about how childish those two were, always fighting about something. But you were one to talk, you were childish as well. Zoro or Silk had no way of knowing that they hurt your feelings. At least Zoro deserved an open apology. And his sake.

You sighed, already playing the conversation in your head. The waves crashed against the pier, it was really calm.

Too calm.

When you returned to the building, both Zoro and Silk were gone.

Sanji was at the stove, making breakfast.

"Zoro stormed off" he said flatly. "And Silk-chan followed, of course."

They didn't return for the whole day. Dusk came and there was still no sign of them.

It got late, evening turned to night and Zoro was still gone. It was time to have a talk, to let him know how you felt, and to clarify where you both stood. You packed the sake to finally give it to him and be the friend he deserved.

You made your way through the bustling streets of Water 7 once again, aimlessly walking and hoping to find Zoro. It was a lively city with people sitting outside and laughing late into the night. You didn't see the green hair anywhere, maybe they've gone to her place.

Your feet have taken you away from the people in the streets to side alleys, where everything was calm and dark. There were lots or piers looking out to the water where crews loaded and unloaded goods.

With relief, you spotted Zoro sitting on a wooden barrel near the water's edge, alone now, with an empty bottle of sake beside him. His expression was more somber than before, and he seemed lost in thought.

Taking a deep breath, you approached him, determined to have the conversation you had been avoiding. As you got closer, Zoro looked up and met your gaze, and you could see a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Hey," you said softly, taking a seat beside him. "Mind if we talk?"

Zoro blinked and then nodded, a serious look on his face. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to be direct. "I am really happy for you, Silk seems to really like you." You paused, unsure where to go next.

"And I hope you're happy with the cook" he snorted.

"What?" You asked, surprised.

"The cook. And you. I wouldn't have thought..." His voice trailed off and he took the bottle again. Remembering that it was already empty, he threw it into the sea with a sigh.

"That goddamn cook with his nice words..." Zoro mumbled angrily.

"I am not with Sanji, silly" you told him.

"But you slept together...! On the floor!" He stuttered.

"We just fell asleep, nothing more." You said.

"I...I'm not with Silk either." He rubbed his head, "in fact, she was kind of unnerving."

"Than why be with her for days?" You asked.

"You know, it was nice to be appreciated for once. Silk gets it. You always call me stupid or silly." He shrugged.

"You stupid mosshead, everytime I call you stupid I mean that I like your stupid!" You rummaged in your bag for the Sake, "it means that you're adorable and cute and so, so unbelievably, awesomely stupid! And I do appreciate you. You save me all the time. I bought this for you, as a thank you" You gave him the extra large bottle of Sake.

Zoro's brows furrowed as the gears started turning in his head. "I didn't realize... I mean, I didn't think...why did you never say so before?"

"Don't know. You never really cared about anything besides swords and fighting." You shrugged.

"I...I do care, I just...I'm not so good with words." He held the bottle in his hands like he didn't know what to do with it.

He swallowed and looked at you. "You know, I think you're stupid, too. Really silly. The silliest person I've ever met." He laughed and you chimed in.

You felt a rush of relief and happiness wash over you. Maybe Zoro wasn't as clueless as you had thought. Perhaps he had his own way of expressing his feelings.

"Just to be sure...stupid means I like you" He whispered and invited you to sit with him. When you hopped on the barrell, he put his arm around you.

As you sat there by the water's edge, the two of you talked late into the night, sharing stories, laughter, and sake. The noise of the world around you faded into the background as you discovered a deeper connection with Zoro, one that went beyond the chaos of battles and adventures.

And in that moment, you realized that sometimes, the most meaningful conversations happened not in grand gestures, but in the quiet moments shared between two people who cared for each other deeply.

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Epilogue (because I don't want to leave Silk's character as the only evil female catty villain)

Zoro and you eventually made it back to the company house and shocked everyone, first and foremost poor Sanji, with your new found closeness. It would be a long road until you could say the l-word to each other, but whatever your now relationship was, it was good.

It would still be a few days until you could sail from water 7 and you enjoyed the commodities of the city, walking through the busy streets, window shopping.

A store with beautiful cloth caught your eye and you entered. You looked at the exquisite goods when you heard a shop clerk approach "can I help you?"

"No I'm just look-AHHH" your voice and face must have derailed when you found yourself looking at an equally shocked Silk. A moment of awkward silence followed where you saw that her eyes were swollen and she looked really tired.

"Uhm, hi Silk, how are you?" You stammered.

"You know. Not so good" Silk looked unnerved. "What do you want?"

"I didn't know you worked here" you were caught off guard. But now that Zoro was with you, the anger against her seemed childish and mean.

"I'm Sorry if I was mean to you before" you said, surprising the girl, "I was unfair."

"No, don't. I was...overreacting, too. I'm sorry" She said thoughtfully. "He didn't stop talking about you. Really annoying, like he was hung up on you. That's why I was so pushy" Tears pooled in her eyes again.

Helpless, you tried to comfort her.

"Don't...he's just a stupid, stupid man" you told her.

"I know. That's why I liked him" she said, voice breaking.

You guessed that you weren't the best person to comfort her now, so you decided to leave.

"I'm Sorry. I should go now" you said.

"Yeah. Bye" She forced a smile and waved.

[bigball-thefrog]

Hey so i saw that you were finished with the dressrosa arc and i was maybe wondering if you could write something for Cavendish. I know he is not listed on your list but i really have been thinking of that beautiful man recently 😔. Maybe you could write something along the lines of like maybe the reader and Cavendish had a thing with eachother but like before she joined the strawhat pirates. Like Cavendish was deeply in love with her but she suddenly left and now obviously is under Luffy’s command. Maybe she met him before he was a pirate and she knows of his alter ego Hakuba. Then like they cross paths with eachother again in dressroas. If you can’t do this character i’m totally fine with that✌🏻I just can’t find much on cavendish. OH! And it would be cool if the reader is in the grunge/goth style just because that’s what i am :) THANK YOU! I HOPE UR DOING WELL

Hi hi hi!!! So i really like this idea so I did write it. This won't be a one time thing and I'm placing a new rule for my account, if you want me to write for someone in One Piece that is not listed on my character list then the prompt/idea must at least, make me giggle or laugh, or it's a really good idea for angst. So please enjoy your Cavendish, I hope I wrote it well enough and that you like it

Warnings/Tags:

Spoilers for Dressrosa

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Narrator POV

Cavendish, the man that made every woman fall to heir knees in love was smitten. And saying that was unusual because he was always the one making people fall in love, not the other way around. And why was he so in love? Because you didn't show interest.

Yes it sounds crazy but for some context, you and Cavendish knew each other even before he became a pirate. He was the hottest boy around and you were the first to not be affected by his charms, you were different than the other girls he's met. You sat there in your dark grungy outfits, ignoring his advances to charm or impress you with his beauty. It was shocking to him, women fell at his feet and you weren't, and he needed to know why. So he started talking to you and you both actually got along really well. Now here's why he started falling, most of the girls he meets only fell for him and liked him because of his charming looks, but since you weren't attracted to his looks you got to know him on a personal level, you became a genuine friend that cared about him deeply and not for just his looks, and he liked that, it felt nice to be genuinely cared for. You were the first person he told about his alter ego, Hakuba, and surprisingly you didn't run when he told you and that meant a lot to him. Meeting such a genuine person He started to fall for you. He continued trying to charm you, hoping to get you to feel the same but it seemed like nothing worked. Then one night after a frustrated confession from him you actually confessed back and he was surprised. But from that night you were closer than ever, you were a strange couple him being all charming and dramatic while you were all dark and quiet, when people saw you together it resembled a peacock and a crow. He was a flashy peacock and you were a crow that loved flashy things.

But one day you just disappeared without a trace. No note, no reason, he just never saw you again. He was upset, thinking you were just using him but he managed to move on, then he became a pirate and he only cared about the attention. Now he was in Dressrosa, a famous pirate loved by the ladies and his anger towards Strawhat Luffy.

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Despite his anger towards Luffy he was currently helping him by giving Luffy and Law a lift on his horse as they rode to Doflamingos castle. After his horse was hurt and now he was stuck with Robin and Bartolomeo, he saw someone running towards them. He had his sword ready but when the person came closer he almost dropped the sword. Why were you here? Of all the places and all the times to see you again you just had to appear in the middle of a fight. But you ran past him and towards Robin. Robin was catching you up on the current situation while Cavendish just stared. Once Robin left to go catch up with the others in the Sunflower fieldyou turned around, wanting to help here but then you also froze. You didn't know that Cavendish was here so you both froze as you stared at each other. Step by step you both made your way towards each other.

Once you were only inches apart he spoke, "You're okay....?" He questioned, not sure exactly what to say or ask, you nodded, "Always have been.." "Why did you leave me?" He asked with a hurt tone as he took your hand in his. You sighed and admitted, "I got into some trouble with some bad people.... And I didn't want you to get involved" "So you left without saying anything?" "I didn't want you to be worried..." "You didn't want me to be worried?! I was worried sick because you just disappeared without a trace!! I thought you used me to get me vulnerable so I would tell you about Hakuba and you could turn me in to the marines! You can't just disappear like that when I... I care about you so damm much..." Cavendish cupped your cheek and have you a genuine look of care. "You were my lover, why wouldn't I care...?" He moved to hold your hands again and rested his forehead against yours. "Don't disappear again... You're the person I'm closest to, my heart can't take it again.." He asked as he gave your hands a tight squeeze "Alright... I won't disappear... I'll try better to keep in touch this time.." you squeezed his hands back reassuringly.

Cavendish smiled and pulled away, "Good, now I'd love to hear what you've been up to but we have a fight going on so afterwards I say we find the least destroyed place in the kingdom and catch up, I'd love to hear where the Hell you've been since I last saw yo-" Cavendish was cut off by Bartolomeo, "OH MY GOD, IS THAT ANOTHER STRAWHAT?!?! *Sniff* *Sob* THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!!" Cavendish looked at him with disgust then looked back at you with concern, "Please don't tell me you're-" "Yes.. I'm apart of Luffy's crew..." "Strawhat Luffy...?" "Yes.. Strawhat Luffy..." Cavendish visibly twitched at your confirmation at being apart of Luffy's crew. His teeth and jaw clenched at this and his hand gripped his sword but once he saw your look of concern he took a deep breath to calm down, "I'm fine... I'm fine with that... Strawhat Luffy... I'm... Fine with that.... I'm glad you found a crew you're happy in... Even if it's someone I wanted to kill.... Yes... It's fine... Everything is fine..." He was still twitching. Someone tried to attack him from behind but you quickly took them down, "Cavendish I know you're having another one of your dramatic breakdowns but it's not the time for that!" Cavendish snapped out of it when you saved him and nodded, "Right, but I'm coming to find you after this!" he announced as he drew his sword and the fight continued.

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The fight was over, Doflamingo is in jail and Luffy had won. As promised, Cavendish hunted you down and now you were both walking and talking through the flower field near the cottage you and the others were resting in. You were holding hands and as you both told stories of your adventures over the seas. Soon it was getting dark and Cavendish would have to go back to the castle soon so you both decided to lay in the flowers and watch the sun set. "It's all so beautiful, isn't it?" you asked as you turned to face Cavendish, "It is, not as beautiful as me, or you of course, but it's nice to lay here with you and watch the sunset with you again" he replied as he moved closer to you. "Is there really no way I can convince you to join my crew...?" He asked you. You sighed, "I'm sorry Cavendish, I've been with the Strawhats so long it would feel wrong to just leave... I love you more than anything but my loyalty lies to Luffy, even if my heart belongs to you." Cavendish frowned but gave you a small nod, "I understand... You're a loyal person, to me and Luffy.. I trust you to take care of yourself, and I trust Luffy enough to make sure you are safe.." "Really..?" "Yes you're still my closest friend and the love of my life and this won't be the last time we will see each other, I'll make sure of it. I'll sne letters, I'll get transporder snails, I'll do whatever it takes to communicate with you and speak to you. All I ask is that you don't disappear again and leave me alone again.." Cavendish fully turned to face you and you did the same, "I promise, I won't do something stupid like that again. I'll communicate to you this time if I ever need your help." Cavendish smiled and cupped your cheek, you both leaned in shared a tender and passionate kiss under the setting sun, your bond stronger than ever.

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Nothing much to say this time, I will most likely finish my Slasher Rob Lucci this week where I will talk more so see you all next time

Kelly🐸

[palmviolet]

Hii, not wanting to seem weird or bother u, but what happened to Parallel Lines? It was a work in progress of yours and It was steddie so maybe thats why u never finished It, but did It have anything cool in It, i love music aus even more If theyre in the 70 with lots of acurate facts 😭😭😭😭

omg... parallel lines... i'm so pleased you remember that lmao this made me go reread the 5k or so words i had written for it. i'm afraid to say i'm not all that pleased with them (given my style has changed a huge amount since 2022) but the base ideas are so much fun — steve as an ordinary guy who put his passion for music behind him at his dad's behest, dating nancy the rolling stone reporter who interviews eddie munson, top of the world as the guitarist/frontman for marchwarden, a huge hard rock band with a three-day residency at the roxy to kick off their third us tour. nancy brings steve along backstage; steve and eddie hit it off. they spend the whole tour talking over the phone; when eddie gets back to la, things evolve.

the idea was that the fic would span three volumes and several years. this all begins in 1976; by 1978, they're broken up and eddie is living in london having written a breakup album, including the song 'parallel lines.' this of course is not the end of the story: steve and eddie get roped back together by robin, who's an up and coming artist under the same label as eddie, management attempting to make them each other's beards, trying to convince steve to join her band. they meet again at the marquee club in london when eddie gets her a supporting gig there.

steve eventually gets into music himself, at the perfect time for the ascendancy of synth in the late 70s/early 80s and the decline of the golden age of rock — steve on the way up and eddie (relatively) on the way down. add to this queer culture, love songs with the pronouns changed (or not), and david bowie. steve as a solo artist names himself vanity; robin's band (which includes max) is called giraffe; eddie's is marchwarden (as i was going for a more 70s vibe, led zep style, vs. corroded coffin as a very 80s metal name). at some point nancy starts dating photographer jonathan, probably breaks that off and winds up with robin instead. eddie's manager is lonnie until lonnie turns out to be a piece of shit. everybody's lives are tangled up together and it would have taken me years to write lmao

so yeah. i will not be writing this, probably, given the steddie interest is lingering only long enough for me to finish better by you and no longer. which is a shame, but c'est la vie.

thank you for reminding me of this! it's fun to talk about.

have the interview that would have opened the fic beneath the cut, anyway:

MW. So, let’s talk Parallel Lines. It’s quite different from the other songs on the album, isn’t it? Almost a surf-rock feel to some of the chords.

EM. Well, let’s not go quite that far… [laughing] But yeah, I guess it is pretty different. That’s not by design, necessarily, it just kinda turned out that way as a result of the lyrics and my idea behind the song.

MW. Which is…? I mean, it sounds to me like a breakup song, but that seems a rather simplistic explanation for a songwriter whose catalogue includes — expanding for the readers, here — an entire concept album about an evil wizard.

EM. [laughing again] Shit, well, thanks, Mick, I’m honestly very flattered by that. I mean, like, sixteen-year-old me, all teenage angst and growing my hair out of a really bad haircut, he would have died if he’d known I was writing a song about a breakup. Like, he’d totally have killed me! And maybe I’d deserve it! But, yeah, you got me, I wrote a song about a breakup.

MW. The lyrics aren’t simplistic at all, though, I mean, the mathematical concepts, the metaphors… I think it’s safe to say no one’s going to mistake this for your typical breakup song. There’s something almost hauntingly analytical about it. 

EM. Hauntingly analytical… yeah, I like that. It’s sort of an attempt to process something that happened in a way that doesn’t come all that naturally to me — or, I guess, to anyone. Who relates to a breakup through math, right? But if something totally alters the way you see the world, it’s like… a total paradigm shift. Sorry, more math speak. You wanna know the ironic thing, Mick? The person this song is written about hates math. Like, loathes it. Even more ironic, I absolutely hate it too. I had to call my friend at Caltech, he’s majoring in Physics, I had to ask him to check my math…

MW. [laughing] I’m impressed at your dedication to accuracy. So is that the point, then, trying to connect with someone in a language that neither of you understand or enjoy?

EM. Yeah, pretty much. I mean, that’s the thing with parallel lines, right? Never the twain shall meet. Always separate, doomed by fate, if I can put a horrible little cliché in there for you. Magazines love that shit.

MW. But they run side by side still, don’t they? Going in the same direction?

EM. There is that. 

MW. You’re famously reluctant to talk about this song, if I may say so, yet you’ve been incredibly generous with me — thank you! Is there a reason for that, or did you just decide that now’s the time?

EM. Now’s the time, I guess. Different country, different magazine. Maybe I’m hoping the person it’s about won’t see it, [laughs dubiously] if you can believe it — who knew I was such a coward? Had to cross the Atlantic before I could talk about a song I play to tens of thousands every night.

MW. Well, I’m honoured, whatever the reason. One last question on it, before we move on to that killer performance on Top of the Pops — I think you changed a great many British women’s lives with that one — any relation to the Blondie album?

EM. Y’know, I get asked this a lot. I mean, I’ll tell you the usual stuff: I have great respect for them as artists, the album’s great, the song’s unrelated, we just happened to release them within a couple months of each other. Debbie’s great, we caught up at the VMAs the other week and we’re totally cool about the title. But what I will add, since apparently I’m in a, um, confessional mood — something else ironic is that the person the song’s about probably prefers the Blondie album.

MW. Well, what can you do? Birds do like Blondie. 

EM. Sure. Sure they do.

— from ‘Eddie Munson: Parallels to the Past’ Interview by Michael Watts, Melody Maker, 16th August 1978

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter one Chapter seven My master list

Title: Chapter six

Word Count: 1454

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

“Right, great practise guys. Think we need to practise our timings for the second song but other than that we sounded great” Eddie voiced as he packed up his guitar and notebooks. “I’m off then, Chris, you need a lift?” he asked, turning to Chrissy. 

“I was thinking we could hang out a bit, I’ll order pizza and we can watch a movie,” Steve suggested before Eddie could leave.

“I’ll pass Harrington, see you all next time.” Eddie answered, continuing to leave. 

“That’s 3 weeks in a row now he’s just left. We always used to hang after. He’s missed writing sessions 3 times as well.” Robin pointed out, packing her own guitar away. 

“Yeah ever since that gig at Healer he’s been acting weird. Skipping out of practice as soon as he can, heading straight home after gigs, missing writing sessions and everything. He hasn’t replied to any of my messages or anything since that night either.” Steve huffed as he grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. 

“He’ll be ok, he’s just going through something right now, ok? He still turns up and plays and he’s here for practice, that's all that really matters.” Chrissy defended. 

She knew exactly what was wrong with Eddie, having done her own intervention 3 days after the gig when he’d called out from work and she hadn’t heard from him. Letting herself into his apartment, she’d found him passed out in bed. Empty bottle of whisky on the nightstand and half-smoked joint in the ashtray. She had made coffee and toast after waking him and they’d sat and had a chat which is when she had found out what happened between him and Steve at the club, including the bit afterwards. 

“Shall we go put a movie on and get a pizza ordered?” she suggested wanting to steer the conversation away from Eddie. 

“You never mentioned something was up with Eddie.” Robin started the conversation later that evening once they were both back at Chrissy’s house. 

“It’s not my place to say, can we leave this conversation? Let’s just get ready for bed and go and cuddle.” Chrissy said, trying to change the subject. 

“No, if it’s going to affect the band, we should know.” Robin pushed. 

“Your best friend should have thought about the band in the club,” Chrissy mumbled, grabbing a vest top and a pair of underwear and heading to the bathroom

“What was that?” Robin asked, following her girlfriend. Steve hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Nothing, this is why I wanted to leave it! Eddie will be ok. He just needs a little time away from Steve, that's all.” Chrissy huffed as she started to take her makeup off.

“Is this about what happened at the club?” Robin questioned, sitting on the closed toilet lid. 

“I’m not discussing this anymore. Please either drop it or allow me to get ready for bed on my own.” Chrissy sighed. 

“Whatever” Robin fumed, storming out of the bathroom and ultimately out of the flat.

Robin walked and walked, not really knowing where her legs were taking her until she got there. 

She knocked on the door before she could think twice and was greeted with the sight of Eddie, hair thrown up in a bun, topless and drinking a beer.

“Everything ok, Buckley?” he asked, clearly already drunk, letting her into the apartment. 

“No, it’s not.” Robin stated, “It hasn't been for weeks now, you keep missing writing, skipping out of practice as soon as possible, and going home as soon as gigs are done with. I’d hoped you had a partner we didn’t know about but you’ve been miserable for weeks now, not just everything else I mentioned, and if having a partner is making you this miserable maybe they aren't for you.”

“Nothing’s wrong, everything's ok.” Eddie frowned, downing his drink and heading to the kitchen for another. 

“Sure it is, you just ran out of practice as soon as you could to come home and get drunk because everything is fine.” she snorted, taking the beer she was handed. 

“Why do you care?” Eddie questioned the girl. 

“We’re all worried about you ok, you’ve been so different these last few weeks. What happened at Healer? Don’t say nothing, it was something.” She pressed. 

“Nothing happened at all. Just doing what I need to do, ok? I’ll be fine, just let me work through some shit. Please” 

“Is this about Steve taking that guy home that night? Do you have an issue with Steve getting laid?” She asked, confused.  

“No! I have an issue with him being on his knees for me less than an hour beforehand and then acting like it meant nothing. Not that I wanted it to mean something, just forget it, ok. Like I said, I’ll be fine.” Eddie sighed, pulling his knees up to his chest and making himself as small as possible. He really didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Oh, oh Eddie, I’m so sorry. This isn’t really for me to say but I don’t think the situation is as bad as you think. Let me talk to him.” Robin pleaded. 

The following morning Robin went back to Chrissy’s apartment. They had to talk. First of all, she needed to fix the issue she had caused last night and secondly, they needed a plan to get the two men together.

“Baby, I am so sorry for last night.” she said as soon as Chrissy opened the door “I should have listened to you and kept my mouth shut when you asked me to.” 

“Yes, you should have. But I love you too much to be mad at you, come in. I’ll make coffee.” Chrissy replied, walking back into her apartment and leaving the door open.

“So I ended up at Eddie’s last night when I left here. He was drunk already and he mentioned that something had happened that night at Healer.” Robin mentioned as she followed her girlfriend into the kitchen.

“Yeah he told me a few days after, don’t be mad I didn’t tell you. He wanted to forget it. It happened, not long after, he saw Steve making out with someone else, figured what had happened meant absolutely nothing to Steve, and walked off. He’s been in a funk ever since.” 

“Oh shit, so he likes Steve like that then?” Robin gasped.

“Yeah, he really does. He figured Steve didn’t like him like that but to see evidence of it so soon after thinking maybe something was there was crushing for him.” Chrissy shrugged.

“Ok, in Steve’s defence, they aren't together and he’s an idiot. Mostly the idiot thing. He likes Eddie so much it’s actually annoying, I’m just not sure he’s admitted it to himself fully yet.”

“We need to get them together.” 

“Yes we do, now can we drink coffee and make out, I mean make up?” Robin asked, pulling Chrissy into her before kissing her deeply. 

“Steven Brett Harrington, you are an idiot.” Robin declared as soon as Steve opened his door later that day.

“Good evening to you as well, what did I do this time?” He questioned. 

“You never told me about you and Eddie at the club for a start!” She accused, pointing a finger at him. “You know that’s why he’s been acting like he has been, right?” 

“Why? Because he’s upset that someone else wanted me when he didn’t?” He asked, annoyed at how he was being made to feel like the bad guy. “I put myself out there and after, he just walked away and didn’t look back. Why shouldn’t I find someone who wants me in that situation?” 

“You two are idiots I swear, you’re both going to give me and Chris migraines.” she sighed, pulling him into a hug.

After Robin’s conversation with him, both girls thought, and hoped, that he would talk to Eddie, either whilst at practice or go to Eddie’s without them knowing. This however did not seem to be the case. Eddie was still leaving practice as soon as he could and heading home from any gig as soon as he could. 

“Bunny, we’ve got to do something,” Robin sighed, throwing herself dramatically onto the couch after practice one day. “We’re getting more and more gigs in different states, we’re going to have to start staying over for some of them and there’s talks of contracts and things like that. They need to figure this shit out and quickly.” 

“Yeah, they do. We need to force them to talk, they won’t do it willingly.” Chrisy agreed. “I have a plan though” she declared, grabbing the other girl and pulling her into a cuddle so they could plot.

[box4brains]

So this is part of a continuation of this;

It’s more of ff style of writing than previous, because I think writing it in the same style as previous would be annoying to me so….

~.~

Law was definitely not sulking and hiding behind the tangerine trees that for some reason grew on the Straw Hat Pirates ship. (Though his doctor side approved, it was a good source of vitamins).

He should have known that the peace wouldn’t last (well, he did know that, he just wanted to live in denial for a while longer) and it was with a great sigh he finally turned around to acknowledge Franky and Nico Robin who were the… first? Only ones?- to search him out.

Law was about to say something snappy about how he refused to be the one to give that captain of theirs “the talk” -and they couldn’t make him damnit - when he saw the look on Nico-ya’s face and promptly closed his mouth without any sound.

Well, I guess you could say that she was smiling pleasantly. Except for the fact it sent chills down his back. Still, Law was a Captain, he refused to be intimidated, regardless of who or what he was facing.

“What do you want?”

There was a threat there somewhere, Law approved, he refused to back down from anyone. Still, even disregarding the alliance, the fact he was currently trapped on their ship and not a crew member to call on if shit hit the fan or evening the battlefield, even disregarding all that; Law didn’t want to fight Nico Robin.

If it was from some sort of mistaken sense of solidarity, from being sole survivors of state sponsored genecide, or acknowledging her ability and intelligence, Law didn’t know. But he knew she was dangerous, just like he himself was dangerous, perhaps more through circumstance than temperament, but dangerous nonetheless.

“Well, we figured it would be beneficial for all parties involved if we could talk to you about… Luffy.” Franky said giving Law a thumbs up.

Law narrows his eyes at Franky. He could hear what the cyborg was saying, and what he wasn’t.

“I’m not giving that brat a crash-course in sex and intimacy just so I can have a discussion with him I in no ways wish to engage in!!”

“Well…” Franky starts before being derailed by Robin laughing softly to herself.

“Why not turn him down? I’m rather curious about why you haven’t even tried telling him his feelings aren’t mutual.” Despite her smile no longer being creepy, Law found her new smile even harder to face. Could a smile be all-knowing? Law sure as fuck didn’t like it.

Telling himself that he was just turning back around to look at the ocean - he wasn’t running away from having to look those two in their stupid, knowing eyes, oh no - Law muttered a “as if Straw hat-ya would listen.”

“Oi!” Franky immediately interrupted. “Luffy is a lot of things, but if you explained to him that you’re not interested he’ll listen- assuming you mean it.”

“And that’s the fucking problem!” Law snapped slamming his fist down on the railing.

“I DON’T have a problem with Straw hat-ya or I being intimate! What I don’t want to do is make this alliance any messier than it already is! I don’t want to be fucking responsible for his introduction into intimacy and sex! I swear the little fucker is going to succeed with what even the damn lead failed to do and make my hair turn white!”

Robins eyes grew wide and she made a gesture as if she was about to reach out and grab the man ranting in front of her before controlling herself and letting her hands rest at her sides.

“You think I’ll get fucking anywhere telling that menace you call a captain that I don’t really mind having someone like him as a partner, it’s just more logical to not engage?!?”

“Listen, I SUPER understand what you’re saying, I’m just trying to make you understand how Luffy works.” Franky said. “You’re not wrong in understanding that saying something stupid like that isn’t going to accomplish anything, but I don’t think you really understand how Luffy works! You can’t really put him in a group of other people and be like ‘Luffy’s just like these people’. Luffy is always going to be Luffy. It’s like the only constant thing that you can count on. That and logposes, I suppose.”

Law took a deep breath trying to get his temper under control. “Your point?”

“Right,” Franky laughed. “You unintentionally put a condition in place earlier. You won’t discuss the matter with Luffy until he learns about sex, Luffy wants you two to come to an agreement - is it or isn’t it something he can pursue with you - so Luffy will try to learn about sex.”

“I don’t se- “ Law started to grumble before being interrupted by Franky.

“Listen! Luffy is Luffy, he’s in a class of himself. He’ll hear what he wants to hear, see what he wants to see and do what he wants to do. As terrifying as that sounds, it still kinda always works out, because he’s Luffy. He struggles sometimes with stuff most people don’t have problems with and accomplishes feats no-one could’ve dreamed of. He’s different. Simple. But not necessarily stupid, well, most of the time.”

“Look, let me give you an example; when we were at fishman island, I had my shipwright master’s brother come and help us with re-coating the ship, and I told Luffy that when I explained who the stranger on the ship was. Somehow Luffy came to the understanding that he was a shipwright there to coat my brother… is that really the understanding you want Luffy to have about anything sexual?”

Law could feel the color drain from his face.

“If Luffy doesn’t feel like it concerns him, he’s not going to listen properly, and love it or hate it, but as long as you’re the only person in the world that makes it seem appealing to him, you’ll remain the only one most likely to be able to explain these things to him.”

Law grabbed his sword before running off swearing vehemently under his breath.

“Right!” Franky exclaimed. “Good talk - and good luck - I’m SUPER happy to have it over and done with!”

Squinting at the archeologist, Franky raised his shades and asked; “oi, you doing alright?”

Robin recoiled lightly before murmuring softly; “what? Oh, yes, I’m doing fine… just hoping that I’m wrong about something, for Traffy’s sake, if nothing else.”

Robin gave the shipwright one of her enigmatic, if slightly sad-looking, smiles before accepting the arm he offered her as they returned to their normal life on the Sunny.

~.~

What’s this? Frobin? In my silly little stories? It’s more likely than you think!

All jokes aside, I do love me some sideship Frobin… feel free to read into it if you want, to me it works platonically too.

Some side notes, Laws demands of a sexual partner isn’t based on gender or looks. It’s (some kind of) chemistry and being able to look at his partner as an equal (or the very least, not looking down on his partner, or being looked down upon). Due to that he doesn’t buy sex, he doesn’t do anything with his crew or patients. He wants equality so a person who he feels responsible for, someone he doesn’t respect, anything that makes it “unequal playing field” is a huge no-go for him.

His reluctance to be intimate with Luffy is part from him viewing Luffy as too young and inexperienced to make an informed decision, and is iffy about how much he feels like Luffy basically owing him a life-debt might be influencing his feelings on the matter.

His reason for finding Luffy appealing is because Luffy is strong, not easily influenced (as much as he’s frustrated with it), and he actually likes and respects Luffy as a person.

The reason Robin was all scary in the beginning is because she was pissed at Law for making Chopper decide that the crew would need a safe sex talk. No one wants to listen to a talk like that from the person you see as basically the little brother/baby of the crew.

Next; more fun with Law trying to make Luffy understand sex and intimacy and how it affects people! Maybe 🤔 this part and that part was originally supposed to be one part, after all… the switch in writing kinda threw me off tho so for now enjoy 😅

[lynne-monstr]

Fic author interview! I was tagged by the fantastic @glorious-spoon. thanks, this was so fun!!

No-pressure tagging: @afincf-tirwer @shadaras @undead-robins @tka-trashfire @hils79, @nyelung, @vampirenaomi, @prince-of-elsinore

How many works do you have on AO3?

As of yesterday, 202!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

678,560 words. which i have mixed feelings about because. i'm proud i've managed to write so much but at the same time, i've been at this for over 10 years i wish the number was higher for all that time.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Things Best Kept Between Three People (Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison) - 1,389 kudos

Escalation of Commitment - (Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison) - 1,360 kudos

I say goodbye but mean hello - (Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison) - 1,283 kudos

This is the Place Where I Sit - (Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison) - 1,006 kudos

In Possession Of - (Leverage/Supernatural crossover) - 715 kudos

looking at these fics, it's very obvious that another way of asking this question is: "what's the most popular ship you've written." though i am very amused that an actual crossover made the top 5, considering how deeply those have fallen out of favor in the past twenty years.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best! some years i am better at it than other. but even if i'm in a low energy moment, i appreciate every single comment <3

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

The leverage theme continues, apparently.

Just One Last Time (Leverage with Highlander elements. Eliot is immortal. Parker and Hardison are not).

I'm not usually a sad ending person but every one in a while I indulge.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Basically all of them lol. But I guess I'll say that ghost story fic because it got really sad before the happy ending.

This is not a ghost story (The King's Avatar, yuhuang, magical realism)

7. Do you write crossovers?

Yes! They are my original fandom love and such a wonderful self-indulgence. I should try to write more of them in 2024.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not on a fic, but I got plenty for my silly ramblings back in the shadowhunters fandom, sadly.

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

Yes! yay smut. I prefer mine with some kind of kink in order to hold my interest. (not that i don't enjoy non-kinky smut but when i do i tend to enjoy it for the emotional payoff rather than the sex itself)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! How cool is that!? Love fandom translators and the amazing work they do <3

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I don't think co-writing is a thing that I would enjoy. Trying to merge my writing style with someone else sounds stressful and also i think i might be too much of a control freak for that kind of collab.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Whatever my ship of the moment is!

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I'm pleased that all my big recent wips have been finished! I've been working on a little "troubling rain is cursed" fic for a couple years now. it's only a few thousand words long so not sure it qualifies for wip status, but i would like to finish it so I can post it!

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think characterization and silly jokes.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. Despite my efforts I will never be one of those beautiful prose writers.

I think of my style as very "what you see is what you get" and I consider that to be both a strength and a weakness.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It's a hard no almost 100% of the time. And something I will likely use the back-button on.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

My first posted fic was hetalia (germancest) and I had such a wonderful time in that fandom!

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Still really want to try and wrangle my onmyoji ot3 ficlet thing.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written

That question is cheating! But I'll go with my de-aged ywz fic because I never thought I could write a story over 10k words and I'm still very proud that I managed something nearly 70k!

Means of Transportation (The King's Avatar, yuhuang, de-aged ywz)

[jadewritesficshere]

Vanilla

Robin Buckley x female!reader

Had to write a small blurb for my best girl for Pride 💕

Contents: fear of homophobia (brief), no use of y/n. This is just pure fluff really

Robin smiled as you laughed at the joke she had said. She was worried you would think it was stupid or not funny or that you wouldn't get it and then she'd have to explain it snd then-

Her anxiety made her overthink often. Especially when it came to you. Robin didn't want to seem like a loser to you, like she has at school. Or just a band geek. You were so smart in her eyes, even if you claimed you weren't. She wanted to impress you. While she loved learning languages, it released a new fervor in her when you had told her it was "so cool" and smiled at her. You were learning sign language from her, something Steve and her had started learning after he had started to go deaf. Robin loved teaching you and having an excuse to touch your hands, molding them into the correct shape.

"Robs? Where'd ya go?" Your voice breaks her out of her thoughts. She turns her head on her pillow to look at you. Laying on your side, hair unkempt from your usual style. The smile on your lips. Robin turned onto her side, facing you. A piece of hair fell into her eyes, blocking her view of you. She went to move it and-

You push the hair behind her ear, hand trailing lightly down her jaw before retreating back towards the middle of the bed. The scent of vanilla from your wrist filled her nostrils. She hated that smell, only because of how it made her think of you. The thought of how sweet you smelled...how sweet you must taste. Her face flushing making you giggle slightly. "You're as red as a strawberry, Robs."

Robin opened her mouth but no sound came out. Your brows wrinkle as you take her in. Usually, Robin would be rambling by now. You loved listening to her talk, oblivious to the fact she was rambling to distract herself from thoughts of you.

But not this time. This time, Robin couldn't help but think of you. How much she wanted to hold you close. How much she wanted to kiss you. How she would gladly show you off if it wasn't small-town Indiana in the 80s. Robin wasn't even sure how you would react. She would rather suffer in silence being in love with you then have you walk away from being her friend.

"Robs?"

Robin smiled softly at you, trying to shake the forlorn feeling that had descended on her. She gently rests her hand on top of yours. "Do you ever think...of things you know you can't have?" She asks quietly. "What do you mean?" Robin looks up into your eyes. Your eyes conveying curiosity, but also warmth and safety. She clears her throat,"Like...someone you can't have?" You blink at her and hum," like a celebrity or someone famous?" "I mean yeah but like someone...closer? Someone you want to be around all the time. Who's beautiful."

You frown slightly," oh. You have a crush on someone?" Robin feels the warmth in her cheeks rising again, knowing she's gone red. "Who do you like?" You ask quietly. Robin bites her lip and you lightly kick her," Why can't you have him?" "Because it isnt a him...its...you." Your eyes widen in shock and you pull back.

Robin's stomach sinks and she clenches her eyes shut. Your hand moves out from under hers. She can feel her eyes start to water. She shouldn't have said anything, she should have stayed quiet.

Robin feels her hand get flipped over before a palm touches her. Fingers intertwine. "You like me too?"

Robin's eyes snap open and she gasps. The hopeful look on your face makes her heart pick up speed. "Yes! You like me too?" A laugh escapes her lungs as she squeezes your hand lightly. Your smile spreads across your face as you squeeze her hand back," Yes!" "Holy shit!"

You both laugh and smile at each other before she shuffles closer to you. Her eyes dart to your lips. Your hand tentatively returns to her jaw, thumb grazing her cheekbone. Robin thinks her heart is going to jump out of her chest. The butterflies that had been fluttering their wings in her stomach are now flying around wildly. Robin leans in, inhaling slightly.

The scent of vanilla floods her senses. The feeling of lips touching hers. A quick soft kiss, leaving her yearning for more. A gasp that escapes you as she kisses you firmer. Mouths moving together. Tongues darting out. Hands still intertwined between the two of you. The feeling of your hand on her jaw moving back into her hair, pulling her closer. Robin's free hand grasping your hip, pulling you closer. The unmistakable sound of lips smacking, gasps, and moans fills her ears. When you two part, you both are breathless.

She isnt sure how long you two had kissed, a few minutes or a few hours could have passed. But this moment in time is one she will never forget. You, smiling sweetly with swollen lips. Hands still intertwined. Giggling. Warmth spread within Robin's stomach. The scent of vanilla enveloping you.. She loved the scent of vanilla. The scent of home.

[topaztimes]

hi! i saw your ask to robin about making a website that involves a search/tag feature that works kind of like ao3's?

i was wondering if you'd mind explaining a little about how you're doing that, cause i've recently started trying to make a website that i want to have a similar function (but for photos of Queen because. autism) and i don't really know what i'm doing

no pressure obviously, i'll probably be able to figure it out on my own, but if you'd like to help that would be cool :)

Oh my god. You're asking for the autism to be unleashed

So! Basically, most of the magic is Javascript, and I know nearly nothing of Javascript -- I write, ask AI to help correct stuff, and rewrite lmfao (I personally use SheCodes AI but I'm sure any coding-oriented bot does the same thing. It was just the top result when I searched lmfao -- it also has classes embedded in the site and can recommend you classes based on what you're asking for help on)

Also, this is... not very good. But you have my complete and express permission to build on it lmfao (for example, you can't select more than one tag at once, which is... something that I've got to figure out how to do)

But! Here's the initial CSS (image-div being the class of all searchable images): .image-div { display: none; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; border: 1px solid #ccc; background-size: cover; }

That's the easy part. It's just styling what you want to be shown -- but, if you do want the images to be visible before they've been searched, you can delete the display: none line (I THINK. I haven't messed around with this enough to be certain)

Aaaand the HTML:

<div id="tags"> <button onclick="showImages('silly')">Silly</button> <button onclick="showImages('city')">City</button> </div> <div id="image-gallery"> <div class="image-div silly" style="background-image: url('___');"></div> <div class="image-div silly" style="background-image: url('___');"></div> <div class="image-div city" style="background-image: url('___');"></div> </div>

I made the divs themselves be the images because I was trying to save on time lol. If you wanted to have more than just images inside each div, then just code as usual inside each div (you'll have to change the CSS a bit, too -- if you still want the CSS to apply to the images inside each div, then make the selector '.image-div > img' instead of just '.image-div'... I THINK. Either that or '.image-div 'img''. Maybe. I'll have to refresh my memory, sigh)

Now, Javascript:

function showImages(selectedTag) { const allDivs = document.querySelectorAll('.image-div'); allDivs.forEach(div => { if (div.classList.contains(selectedTag)) { div.style.display = 'block'; } else { div.style.display = 'none'; } }); }

Hopefully reading through that is... somewhat self-explanatory. All it does is change the display style of the selected tags to block instead of none.

If you're an actual beginner and this all sounds like gobbledegook to you, I will gladly teach you from the beginning if you'd like lmfao

[quadrantadvisor]

So, if none of this made any sense, Reverse Robins au is when the ages of all of the Robins, and sometimes their roles as well, are swapped. There's a bunch of cool fics for it, and whenever I read them, I was imagining them interacting with the regular versions of the characters, so I decided I should just. Write that.

My Red Hood!Tim went through some sort of Joker Jr. situation before being killed, which is pretty common in these aus. And yeah, I went with the Nolan style facial scars for him. I thought about the carved in "J", but I've always kinda liked the scar smile, and it's something I can imagine Joker doing. As a, "You aren't smiling enough, sonny boy! Let daddy fix that for you," kinda thing.

The next planned scene for this fic is going a bit back in time and changing to Red Robin!Jason's perspective, to get a different angle on all of this. RR!Tim is the one who notices that something is up, seeing as he used to stalk Jason back when he was this age (the pairs are all the same age as eachother.) He takes a risk and unmasks, deescalating the situation, and the two of them comm their families. Here's the snippet I wrote there.

“Sooooo,” Jason says into his comm, “Remember that flash of light and energy at the museum?” “That was twelve minutes ago, Red,” Damian snarks. “Yeah, well, it sent us to an alternate universe. Just confirmed, these guys are us, and Red Robin seems pretty cool, so wrap up fighting and come back.” “What?” Tim asks. “No, I'd be able to tell. This guy isn't-” “He's not you you,” Jason interrupts. “They're all mixed up for some reason. I think the other Red Hood is me.” The line is silent for a moment, until Jason hears a sound that makes his blood run cold. Tim laughs. The bad laugh, the one he hasn't heard in months, the one that reminds Jason of a time when he'd been really, truly afraid of his older brother. Tim's been doing so well, recently, and Jason only has a moment to wonder what, exactly, about this situation could've set him off, before Tim tells him. “That isn't funny, Red,” he gets out between his giggles. “You- you get how fucked up that would be, don't you?” The laughter rings out over the comms, getting louder, and Jason faintly hears Damian shouting, “Hood? Hood, calm down! I'm coming your way,” before Tim's feed suddenly cuts off. Hearing the laughter was bad, but not being able to hear it, not knowing what's going on, makes Jason's anxiety spike even higher. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jason chants under his breath as he fumbles with his comm, opening a private line. He takes the deepest breath he can manage, then says, “Hood? I'm fine, you know? So are you. It's going to be okay. Wing's coming to get you, and me ‘n Robin will be right behind him. Hang on, alright? We're coming.” He waits, not sure if he would even want a response. None comes. Finally, Jason turns his attention back to the other Tim, the one who, rather than in the middle of a Joker venom induced breakdown, is messing with his own comm, trying to get someone's attention. A moment later, he meets Jason's eyes. “My Hood isn't answering his comms, which is…” his face twists into something complicated, chagrined and painful, “it's bad. We need to get the Robins and move.”

Everything ends up fine, of course, and the local Robins bring the visitors back to their cave. Since this is inherently self indulgent, I'm just focusing on the boys as the primary characters. Bruce is in space, the girls are staying out to finish up the night's patrol, and Duke is asleep right now (probably in both universes).

Some other planned ideas: Robin!Dick sees NW!Dick's face, and finds out that he looks just like his dad. He gets overwhelmed and runs off, with both Damians going after him. NW!Dick and both Red Robins stay in the cave, trying to work through their current problems. RH!Tim needs to sit down for a bit, and RH!Jason keeps him company and they talk about trauma and stuff. And yes, I did write a bit of that, mostly because I was still thinking about my RH!Tim headcanons and wanted to explain some of them (from RH!Tim's perspective.)

“We call it pit rage,” Jason tells him.

“Pit rage?” Tim repeats.

“Everybody comes out of the pit homicidal, right?” Jason asks, and he shrugs, like it's all no big deal, no matter how tense he is even talking about this. “For some reason it just never wore off for me. Fucked my head up. I'snot all bad, got a new perspective on a few things, just fucking sucks when I get angry.” He looks like he's about to say more, to elaborate, and then his whole body suddenly stops. He breathes, a couple breaths, slightly deeper than before, and turns his gaze away.

“So you had a bad reaction,” Tim surmises. “Like a sudden onset allergy. And Lazarus water never really leaves a person's system after exposure.”

“It doesn't?” Jason asks, glancing at Tim, genuine surprise in his tone.

Tim pauses. Just how little information did Jason have about his own condition? Shouldn't Bruce have helped look into this, give him some peace of mind?

(Jason isn't Tim. He doesn't need every answer the way Tim does. Tim imagines Bruce coming at Jason, hopped up on “pit rage,” with a syringe, trying to get a blood draw to study. Not going to happen. But knowing all that… maybe what Tim knows can still help.)

“It's like lead poisoning,” Tim explains. “Your body stores it in tissue and bone marrow. When blood cells are produced, some gets released into your blood stream. And the body is very inefficient at filtering it out. From what I can tell, the internal half life is long, something like 28 years. That's why Ra’s has to re-up every once in a while.” Tim shrugs. “So, anyways, if you're ‘allergic’ to it, for lack of a better term, it's no wonder you have a reaction sometimes. If I had poison ivy coursing through my blood, I figure I'd get rashes.” “Huh,” Jason says, quiet. “The levels must be pretty low. Never noticed it.”

“Right,” Tim agrees, nodding. “It won't show up on your regular tox screenings. You have to be looking for it.”

“Huh,” Jason repeats.

Tim can't help but examine his profile. He's Jason, before he's anything else, but it's still the differences that draw Tim's eye. The white in his bangs, the hard curve of his jaw, the new scars that litter him, the distance in his eyes. Tim hates him, just for a moment, that cloying emotion that hit him earlier at the very idea returning. An overwhelming sense of something being wrong. Tim's little brother should never look like this.

Thankfully, his chill-the-fuck-out meds are still fighting the good fight, and the feeling is dulled, even if it doesn't entirely leave. Tim likes being numb, sometimes.

“You wouldn't believe the levels of Joker venom in my body when I died,” Tim tells him, and now it's his turn to avoid eye contact, carefully looking forward when Jason whips around to face him, eyes wide. “That's what my problem is. Pro tip: don't mix Lazarus water and Joker venom.”

“They don't like eachother?” Jason asks.

Tim grimaces. “More like they like eachother too much.” He considers how to explain it. “The simplified version is, they bind to eachother, and when my body was storing the Lazarus water, it introduced the Joker venom formula to my cells. I don't just have it in me, I produce it.”

“Fuck,” Jason breathes.

“Yeah,” Tim agrees. Fuck. “Thankfully, what I have will always be the same strain, so it's not too hard to manage with regular doses of the antidote.” He watches a group of bats on the other side of the cave, disturbed by some noise and fluttering to a new perch. “It's never going to be as bad as it used to be,” he finishes.

And as long as I'm posting this stuff, here's a little conversation between RR!Tim and RR!Jason (from Jason's perspective) that I really like but may be edited in the future to fit it in. (Jason is doing a Bit where he constantly uses different descriptors for Tim, hope that comes off okay.)

“Hey,” Jason asks, quietly, “why are they so tall? Are we going to get that tall?” Little Tim glances surreptitiously at the Red Hoods, then snorts. “Nah, I doubt it. We'd have to have some truly impressive late teenage growth spurts.” He turns back and eyes Jason critically, and for a second it's familiar, too familiar, and Jason has to suppress a shudder. “At least you're not actually short,” he concludes. “Imagine how I feel.” Jason looks over at Old Man Jason. “Yeah, I'm good,” he says. He's on level with his usual enemies, he doesn't need to be a 6'6” brick shithouse or what-the-fuck-ever. He turns his attention back to Red Robin Two. “So the pit just… does that?” he asks. Other Tim hums. “None of the literature I've read on the pit suggests that bulking up is one of the side effects, actually, and you'd think the League would have documented something like that.” He shrugs. “What there is is a lot of flowery language about it restoring you to your ideal physical form, young and beautiful and blah blah blah.” He rolls his eyes in an especially derisive way, then continues. “I thought it was all bullshit, but if Lazarus water can somehow read your DNA and use that as a blueprint for your restored state, there might be something to it.” “So they're taller than us because…?” Jason asks, because he's used to reminding Tim to get to the point (and the weirdness hits him all over again, of knowing someone you've never met before.) “Right,” Tiny Tim says. “Running theory is that the Lazarus Pit counteracts the childhood malnutrition.” “Oh. Huh,” is all Jason can say (now hit with the weirdness of being known by someone he's never met, this other Tim knows about his childhood) until something strikes him as off. “Wait. You're Tim Drake.” “Yeah?” Tim Drake asks him, clearly bemused. “Why would Tim Drake have an issue with childhood malnutrition?” Short Tim (he really is very short, and sort of scrawny, clearly fit from training but so skinny for a bat) stiffens, and glances over at Regular Tim so quickly that Jason thinks he wasn't supposed to catch it. “I don't think I should talk about that with you,” he says, voice carefully neutral. “Yeah, okay,” Jason says, because this is Nice Tim, and it isn't his fault that no one tells Jason fucking anything

And now I resist the urge to elaborate further in the hopes of actually writing and posting this someday. If anyone has questions, though, feel free to ask!

Multiverse, Reverse Robins au, 2,514 words

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Jason (Red Hood)

The imposters are good, Jason will give them that.

They need to work on their looks, unfortunately, because each one of them is a little off. Their Nightwing is too bulky, and his costume isn't made with Dick's flexibility in mind. Besides that, he's got an undercut that doesn't match the shaggy way Dick has his hair now, and his blue is too dark. And the swords. Those are different.

Their little Robin looks more like Dick, actually, Dick as he was before Jason's time, with his happy grin and his bright yellow cape. He doesn't match Damian's style at all, and Jason wonders if their intel was out of date. He tucks away his anger (the way he's used to doing, now) at these bastards roping some little kid into whatever con they're trying to pull. They can help the kid after they subdue him, and he stops trying to flip-kick people in the face.

The Red Robin outfit isn't bad, but the guy playing him is way too tall to be Tim. He doesn't use a bo staff, either, clearly preferring the armory of sharp little implements he keeps tucked away in his utility belt, including a wicked looking combat knife.

Which brings Jason to the current pain in his ass, the idiot trying to pass himself off as the Red Hood.

Yeah, they'd split off into pairs to fight. First off, for practicality's sake. Less risk of friendly fire if the only guy you're trying to punch is the one who isn't you. And secondly, it's just what you do, isn't it? Somebody gives you a set up like this, you go along with the poetic justice. No bat is immune to drama.

Jason is regretting that a bit, now. Fake Hood had taken him for a ride, leading him, he now realizes, far away from the warehouse where Nightwing and Robin had initially called in the disturbance. This other guy isn't the powerhouse that Jason is, but that doesn’t matter if Jason can't ever get in a hit. His movements are precise, deadly, and familiar in a way that makes Jason suspect League training. Jason is keeping up, but barely, and that's with the advantage of his guns. The other guy hasn't touched his, still gleaming red in his holsters, and Jason has a sneaking suspicion that they aren't filled with rubber bullets.

They're at a bit of a stalemate, standing on opposite sides of a dark rooftop, and Jason's trying to catch his breath but he can't relax, not when his gaze is locked onto his opponent, waiting for the minute twitch of muscle that will indicate his next move. He's wondering if he could get a shot off, wondering where to aim, when his comm crackles to life.

“Stand down!” Tim snaps in his ear. “Hood, Wing, the alternates aren't currently a threat. Deescalate however you can, and get back to the warehouse. We can explain this whole mess there.”

“Really?” Nightwing asks. He goes on to say something else, something about his doppleganger being incredibly threatening, thank you very much, but Jason stops listening, because there's something going on across the roof.

A mechanically distorted voice says, “What? No, I'd be able to tell. This guy isn't-” The imposter(?) cuts off suddenly, presumably listening to a response.

And then he… giggles.

“That isn't funny, Red,” he says, in contrast to the little peals of laughter making him subtly shake. “You- you get how fucked up that would be, don't you?”

Jason can't figure out what to do. Tim's intel is almost always good, but he can't get himself to stand down, not when, for some reason, that laughter is setting his teeth on fucking edge.

(He knows the reason. He'd know that cadence anywhere, he hears it in his fucking nightmares, but it isnt possible. He's in Arkham, right now, because Batman won't kill him and Jason isn't allowed to kill him and that uncomfortable truce is what got him his family back. Jason would know if he'd broken out, they wouldn't have kept that from him. They wouldn't.)

“Oh shit,” Tim says, and it makes Jason wonder how he knows, “Hood, is your alternate having some kind of fit right now?”

The sound escalates, from breathy little giggles to screeching laughter, and even with the hood's distortion, it's unmistakable.

It's the Joker's laugh.

It's the Joker.

And isn't this exactly some shit that Joker would pull, making a mockery of Jason's family, a twisted parody that fucks with his head? Tim's lying, he's trying to get Jason out of this situation, and Jason gets why, he does, but obviously the rest of them can't (won't) protect him from this, so if he has to take fate into his own hands, he will.

The green is creeping up, but Jason doesn't let it haze over his vision because he has to be in his right mind while he does this, not for them, for himself. As he stalks across the roof, he empties the clip from one of his guns and pulls out the live rounds, loads them into place.

He thinks Tim is calling for him, maybe the others, too, but the chatter over the comm is getting further away the closer he gets to his target. He should be smart, should take the shot, but maybe he's got more pit in his head than he wants to admit, because Joker, still laughing, pulls a knife, and Jason steps into his range to disarm him.

The strike is fast, but compared to the careful movements of before, he's practically telegraphing his actions. Jason sidesteps, and if the blade knicks him when he twists Joker's arm, he doesn't feel it. He's got the clown in a hold, now, and forces him to his knees with the gun against his temple.

If the hood is anything like his own, the bullet won't do it, not even at point blank range. Jason would like to get it off him, would like to see the life leave his eyes, but he doesn't have to. Jason moves the barrel beneath his chin, right where the armor ends. The pit rages inside of him, says this is too easy, says to make him suffer. Jason pushes it down. This is the compromise he'll make, this is what he'll do to try to maintain both his humanity and his peace of mind. The bullet will ricochet off the hood from the inside, will tear through Joker's brain at least twice, and he'll never come back from that, and Jason will finally be free.

It'll be easy.

This is too easy.

“Nothing to fucking say?” Jason growls, jostling the clown in his grip, because there's always some joke, some shitty twist.

The Joker just laughs.

“Unhand him this instant!” someone snaps, and Jason's finger twitches but somehow the trigger stays still. And now what's he supposed to do, because of course fucking Nightwing- but wait, that isn't- but it is, he's right there- it's both of them, two Nightwings. Fucking fantastic. Twice the guilt trip.

“Come on, Jay,” the Nightwing who's actually Dick pleads, and hey, what the fuck, codenames? In front of the fucking Joker, Dick? “Let him go, we can explain everything.”

“I'm not doing this again!” rips itself from Jason's throat, and he'll think later about just how wrecked he sounds. “I'm not just standing here and letting him go, Wing, not when one bullet can put a stop to all this, not when I can end him.”

“Jason,” Dick says, slow with forced calm, “that's not the Joker.”

“Don't you fucking lie to me!” Jason seethes.

His hand is wrenched to the side, the barrel facing open air, and before he can make a move the unfortunately familiar feeling of a high voltage shock courses through him.

By the time he's stopped seizing, Dick is at his back, supporting him with his own body and with arms under his pits and around his chest in a weird reverse hug. Technically, Jason's hands are free, but they're empty, the gun skidded to somewhere else across the roof.

Dick is murmuring into his ear, “Sorry, Little Wing, I'm so sorry,” and, “You're okay, you're okay, you're okay,” mantras meant to soothe his brother as much as himself. Jason wants to be angry, wants to snap at him to let go and fucking cut it out, but he's feeling strangely disoriented. He only has enough brainspace to pay attention to one thing, and that's the scene playing out in front of him.

Dick had clearly hauled them back a few steps, but Jason is still uncomfortably close to the bastard version of Nightwing (who, Jason realizes in hindsight, had tazed him while he'd been distracted by his brother, not cool) and the laughing maniac he should've killed. Nightwing is holding onto Joker's shoulders, his hands bouncing as the gasping, shrieking laughter continues.

“I'm going to remove your helmet now,” Nightwing says. He has a slight accent that Jason knows he's heard before, and his tone is professional, almost clipped. And yet, somehow, Jason can tell that this is a gentled version of the man's voice, the sharpest edges sanded away. His hands move from Joker's shoulders to the back of his head, carefully inputting whatever sequence allows for safe removal of the hood. Jason hears a hydraulic hiss when some sort of catch releases, and as Nightwing starts pulling the red metal up and away Jason can't help holding his breath.

At first, he sees what he expected to see. It's the Joker's expression, after all, his laughing face pulled into a rictus grin.

But the grin isn't right, somehow. The man is pale, but his face is unpainted, and the smile stretches wide, too wide, wider than even the Joker ever managed, and after a moment Jason recognizes the red, raised scar tissue on either side of his mouth for what it is.

Then, Jason takes in the actual features of the person in front of him. Dark hair, pale blue eyes, the cheeks, the jaw, the nose.

It doesn't make any fucking sense.

The Red Hood, collapsed on his knees in front of him, scarred face bare with no hood or domino to protect him as he struggles under the weight of his own laughter, is Tim Drake.

He's crying.

Jason is suddenly glad that Dick's holding him, because he's certain that he'd be on the ground, otherwise. Then, he realizes that he can't breathe.

Jason knows, logically, that his hood has sensors and filters that keep him safer than he could ever be without it. It is only every once in a while, when something stupid happens, that he regrets that he, a man with claustrophobia, decided to stick his head into a metal bucket.

Dick can probably tell that he's hyperventilating, and doesn't fight him as Jason gets his hands on the back of his neck and pulls off his hood.

Jason gasps in polluted Gotham air, and Tim's eyes snap onto him. Nightwing says, “I'm administering the emergency dose of your medication,” and then stalls, like he's waiting for a response, but all Tim does is laugh and stare. Jason stares back. He can't look away.

Nightwing retrieves a small tubular device, almost like an epipen, and presses it against Tim's leg. That shouldn't work. Tim's wearing body armor, same as the rest of them, and there's no way a needle could pierce it, but Jason looks as Nightwing draws the device away and there's a small raised circle of hard plastic on Tim's thigh that the head of the device fits into perfectly, like it was designed for that purpose. An injection spot, built into Tim's clothing, specifically for whatever drugs fake Nightwing just pumped into him.

Immediately, there's a difference. He doesn't stop laughing, or smiling that horrible fucking smile, but the manic tension is gone. He doesn't look like he'll shatter at a touch anymore, too brittle to be handled. The curve of his spine gentles, muscles no longer pulling it to the point of snapping. Jason watches as slowly, oh so slowly, Tim gets quieter, leans more into Nightwing's hold on him, starts gasping more than laughing.

Dick is talking behind him, into his comm, it sounds like. If it's important, someone will get his attention.

Finally, Tim breaks eye contact. “T- tell him,” he says to Nightwing, struggling between gasps and giggles, “tell him what you, gave me. Jay doesn't, he doesn't like, needles.”

The strange Nightwing turns his head, and Jason gets the impression of a sharp, searching gaze behind his domino. He's nothing like Dick, not at all, but something niggles the back of Jason's mind, some sense of familiarity regardless. He tosses something, and Jason automatically reaches up to catch it.

It's the empty tube of medication, which does seem a lot like an epipen, up close. “It's a combination,” the man says. “The antidote for Joker venom, an antipsychotic, and a mild sedative.”

“What the fuck?” Jason hears from his own mouth as he looks down at the innocuous little tube.

“It's only used in emergencies,” Nightwing adds, and does not clarify any further.

Jason doesn't know what to say to that. He shakes himself out of Dick's hold and grabs an evidence bag out of his jacket. He watches Nightwing, to see if he'll object, but he doesn't. Jason slips the medicine tube inside the bag and tucks it away.

“There you are!” Dick says in a bright tone, one meant to cover his anxiety and relief.

Jason turns, and finds that their roof has gotten a little crowded. All four Robins have arrived, his brothers mingled in with their copies, copies who don't quite match in ways that are now sticking in his brain. Tim, Jason's Tim, is standing right there, pressing his mask against his face like he'd broken the seal on the adhesive, and it isn't sticking quite right. Other than that, he's normal. He's fine.

The Robin, the one in the classic colors who Jason had thought looked a bit like Dick (oh God, could that be-?) gives a little whistle. “Trust Red Hood to cause drama!” he says in a bright tone that is too too familiar (fuck, fuck he is). “Must be a universal constant.” He grins, cheeky, looking past Jason.

Jason isn't processing fast enough to be offended for his own sake, but he turns and checks on Tim, other Tim, the Tim who apparently also has a claim to the Red Hood name. Tim is propped up on Nightwing's shoulder, looking drowsy and relaxed. He's looking back at Robin, and his lips are pressed tightly closed, but he's smiling, and it reaches his eyes.

Alright, then. This is probably fine.

Jason snorts, to get the kid's attention, and rolls his eyes. “Comes with the job description,” he snarks.

The kid lights up. Jason feels distinctly weird, having that smile directed at him, but it's not… bad.

Yeah. This is fine.

-

I'm planning to add a reblog with more information on this au/fic idea, so if you're interested, watch this space.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

Eddie, Baby

Here’s a little drabble I have had in my drafts for a while now, but now it’s a cute little oneshot! (On AO3 too!)

“Robin, I need your help.”

They were waiting outside the school at the moment, the bell was due to ring any minute and it was a rare Friday they both had off, so they were picking up the kids to go to the arcade.

Well, they were picking up one half, Eddie was going to be picking up the other half and his bandmates.

“What’s wrong now, Dingus?”

“I need a way to make Eddie realize I’ve been flirting back this whole time.” 

“Why haven’t you just made a move already?”

“I don’t know if he’s actually into me or that’s just how he is..he could just be flirting to be annoying, but I’m doing it for real and I don’t think he realizes.”

“So why do you need to make a big to-do about it? Just tell him to either date you or back off with the flirting.”

“I don’t know Robin, I just want to do something special. I’m really really into him. Like, so into him, I don’t think I will ever ask anyone else out ever again.”

“Oh dingus..”

“I know that sounds dramatic but it’s true.”

“You know I’m going to tell this story at y’all’s wedding right?”

“Oh shut up..” Steve says, turning red.

“I think I have an Idea.” Steve says to Robin one day at work about a week later. They are both working at one of those novel/retro/50s style diners now while they work through their common core classes at the local community college. 

“Oh yeah? Shoot.” Robin’s taken care of all the customers on her side of the order window so she leans forward on the back counter to talk to Steve through it, who’s grilling on the other side.

“I’ve been writing..”

“Writing…?”

“Writing music. I may or may not have written a song about Eddie.”

Robin is stunned for a moment then says “Wow, you really are gone on him, huh?”

Robin expected a “Shut up, Robs!” or something, but she got a “...Yeah, I really am.” instead.

“Okay Dingus, what do you need me to do?”

“Can you play the drums?”

“Uh, yeah a little?”

“Do you think you can get Nancy to help? She plays piano..”

Again Robin is at a loss for words. “Sure, Steve, I’ll ask her.”

-----

They had been practicing for weeks when their opportunity to play it for Eddie made itself known.

“Heeeyyy Stevie~” Eddie drawled when he came into the diner that day.

Steve, who was mopping before closing up, sighed slightly and took out his earbud before answering “Yes, Eddie?” Not looking up at the metalhead.

Metalhead was said with love mind you, and Eddie is definitely one. Despite it being 40-ish years ago now, Eddie dresses like, listens to the music of, and lives like a metalhead from the 80s. Like he was plucked right out of 1985 and brought to the present day. The only discrepancy you may see are the beat up old iPhone (and beat up is putting it modestly, screen cracked and blacked out in places, busted headphone jack that had to be twisted into just right in order to work, no case to be seen) and the earbuds he always has tucked into one or both of his ears.

“Wanna be one of my groupies?”

“Eddie, you don’t need to ask me like that every time you guys have a gig, just tell me when and where and I’ll be there to throw my panties at you.”

Eddie beamed at him “Next Saturday there is an open mic night up in Indy. We’re going to go and take our chances at there being an industry scout somewhere in the crowd!”

“Sounds great Eds! We’ll be there.” Steve smiled back at him “I’ll let Robs and Nancy know too.”

“Maybe we should make it a weekend? You know of any places that aren’t ungodly expensive to stay at?”

“I’ll be able to find something, send me the address of the place and I will look. And for the love of god, PLEASE use the talk to text so I don’t have to decipher what you were trying to type on only half your keyboard.”

Somehow Eddie’s grin got even bigger. “You’re the best Stevie, I’ll send it to you! He said as he headed out the door, blowing Steve a kiss like he always does.

Steve rolled his eyes and pretended to catch the kiss and tuck it into his apron pocket.

Steve put his headphone back in and called Robin. “Hey Robs, no no I’m good just finishing up on the floors. Eddie came in an– no of course not, just being normal Eddie. Yeah so he came in and said Corroded Coffin are going to an open mic night up in Indy. Yeah. Yeah, not this coming Saturday, Next Saturday. Yeah I think it’s time..let Nancy know will you? Also you know I hate to ask, but will you pleeeeeaase ask Frank for us to have that weekend off? You know he loves you. Thanks Rob, you’re the best. I’ll talk to you later. Love you too, bye.”

Steve hangs up, and smiles to himself before finishing up on the floors.

—--

Eddie was vibrating with excitement all the way up to Indy. Steve had booked the hotel rooms for them all, and he, Robin, and Nancy headed up there early to get everything brought to their rooms before they’d meet at the bar.

They head straight there and park around back where they can start unloading and find Robin’s truck already there with Steve already hefting some of Eddie’s amps out of the back.

“Hey handsome, come here often?” Eddie calls to Steve as he gets out of his van.

Steve chuckled at that “Should ask you the same thing, hot stuff.”

“Girls, girls, you’re both super pretty and all that, but Corroded Coffin is two sets away, you guys gotta get going.” Robin calls out from the backdoor, pointing at her bare wrist like she’s tapping on a watch

“Yeah yeah, we’re coming.” Eddie rolls his eyes then tries to jump up to the level of the loading dock.

Big distinction there, the “tries”, since he doesn't quite make it and would have fallen right on his ass if Steve didn’t just about snatch him out of thin air.

“Good lord, Eddie. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

Steve’s strong arms were grasped tight around Eddie’s waist and Eddie had to really concentrate hard on not letting his brain go all fuzzy at the contact.

“You should’ve let me fall Stevie, would’ve been a perfect chance to tell you how hard I’ve fallen for you.” Eddie bats his eyelashes and clasps his hands together at his chest. 

Steve rolls his eyes then pulls Eddie close saying “You’re such a tease.” before letting him go and heading inside with Eddie’s sweetheart in her case.

‘Fucking hell.’ is all Eddie can think before his feet are carrying him inside to get set up.

 Their set goes amazing! Everything went perfect, and he could see Steve, Robin, and Nancy at the bar, and even a couple other people that looked a bit too stiff to be regular patrons...

They take their bows, and head off stage, taking their amps and equipment off with them in a couple quick trips to get the stage cleared for the next group. Dropping their things into Eddie’s van and saying a quick goodbye to the other guys (who were too young to drink anyhow, and giving them the keys for their rooms.), Eddie headed back inside to search for his other friends.

He was stopped briefly by one of those stiff-looking people as he headed through the backstage area, Eddie promising to give him a call once he'd done his research about signing.

Eddie barely registers that the emcee is introducing the next act because holy fuck how hard is it to find three barely adults in one fucking gay bar? He wants to tell them the news and Jesus Christ he’s about to really start worrying (Did they get kicked out for some reason? Did they not like his show and just up and left before they were done?) when he hears a new voice through the speakers.

Eddie freezes.

No.

There’s no way.

He turns around slowly and sure enough, there they are. Up on the stage. 

‘How’d they get up there without me seeing them? We were literally up on that same stage not 5 minutes ago??’ Eddie thinks to himself before he’s really registering what Steve is saying.

“My name is Steve and these two lovely ladies, Robin and Nancy, are here to help me confess something to one special person in the audience.”

The crowd oohs and ahs, everyone looking at everyone else around them wondering who the lucky person is; Eddie wants to too but he physically cannot get his eyes to move from Steve’s back as he turns to check on his equipment because no fucking way.

No fucking way is Steve about to start singing.

‘I mean, he’s literally on a stage with a fucking guitar around his neck (hot), what do you think he’s gonna do up there? Strip?’ Now that’d be a sight.

But as it turns out, there is so fucking way.

The tune starts off small and quiet like a lullaby from Nancy’s piano before Steve starts playing himself, running his fingers up and down the neck of his guitar strumming out some little pop tune that Eddie really wants to make jokes about, really wants to say “Of course that’d be what Steeeve Harrington would be able to play.” but he can’t because then Steve starts to sing.

Oh hey, they actually sound really good, where did this come from?? Also, who is Steve singing to? Eddie knows it can’t be him, he’s been flirting with Steve constantly since Eddie had come out to them, and Steve has taken it in stride, even joking along with him a couple times but neve_

“Whoa, but I hear your voice; it calls me like the night, it’s singing in each syllable I write..”

“Oh Eddie, baby, won’t you come to my arms tonight? I beg and plead you, please succumb to my charms tonight.”

Jesus H. Christ this is not happening.

‘Me??‘ Eddie’s brain short circuits. ‘He’s confessing this to me? That can’t be right…’

Eddie does and doesn’t want to believe it but he can’t help but to believe his own mind’s ramblings while processing the lyrics to Steve's song.

It's been about 10 whole seconds of existing in the same air as Steve's singing and Eddie wants to scream, cry, and throw up simultaneously.

For the rest of the song Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve. His face, his hands on the guitar (hot, again), the sweat shining on his forehead and sticking a few stray strands of hair to it.

When they finish, the crowd erupts into applause and wolf whistles as they take a small bow and step down from the stage.

Eddie thought his feet would be frozen but he finds himself surging forward towards the backstage area, pushing bodies aside, pushing doors open, all the way to the back of the bar where he finds them loading their gear back into Robin’s truck.

“Eddie! Did you like the song?” Eddie hears Robin ask him but his focus is trained on Steve, who looked over at him as soon as Robin had called out Eddie’s name. 

Eddie registered a bit of fear in his expression as he stalked toward Steve, before he leaping on top of him, knocking them both to the ground as Eddie kissed Steve stupid.

“You are. So fucking. Hot I can’t. Stand it.” Eddie punctuated each section with a kiss to somewhere on Steve’s grinning face.

“I take it you liked the song?”

Eddie kissed Steve full on the mouth, starting off with the feverish pace he had when he jumped him, but softening it as Steve’s hold on his waist (and his lips against his own) grounded him.

“I loved the song, Stevie.” Eddie said when he finally broke away for air. “Why though?”

“Why did I write it?” Steve asked, confused.

Eddie nodded.

“I wrote it for you.”

“Obviously! But you could’ve just asked me out, Steve! I’ve been full-on flirting with you for months now.”

Steve laughed, stroking Eddie’s cheekbone with his thumb. “I wanted to make it as memorable as you, Eds.” he said before pulling Eddie back down into another kiss.

[stupid-hoe-shit]

“please, touch me”

luffy x fem! reader

- fandom -> one piece

- word count -> 3,951

- tags -> monkey d. luffy/reader, monkey d. luffy, oral sex, voyerism, walking in on someone, cunnilingus, deepthroating, masturbation, begging, doggy style, missionary position.

- ao3 link -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/35839219

-> hey guys!! this is my first smut that i’ve ever written so i’m sorry if it sounds weird lmao. i just couldn’t help it. luffy and his crew just wouldn’t leave my mind. anyway! lmk if there is anything i should work on because i want to make my writing as enjoyable as possible. so yeah, enjoy!

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The waves crashing against the side of The Sunny almost cover up the sounds spilling out from your mouth.

Almost.

The whines from you are downright pornographic as you buck into your hand. The moonlight shines through the porthole of your room and all you can hear are the sounds of the waves outside and the squelching of your fingers inside of you. At least, that's all you can hear in your state. Your stuttering breath is something you can barely focus on and the moans and whines that spill are something you choose to ignore, embarrassed you are even having thoughts like these. Rarely have you ever felt this sort of way. You have always been focused on fighting and becoming stronger that you have never even thought of something like this. These crude thoughts cloud your mind as you put in a second finger, rubbing your puffy clit with your thumb back and forth till your writhing, using your other arm to cover your face. It was all too much.

It started all innocent; your little crush on your captain. He saved your life countless times, along with the rest of his crew. However, something about him, made your insides churn and your face heat up. Every time he fought someone the butterflies in your stomach would flap their wings wildly, along with your heart pounding through your chest. This will go away, you thought. At first, it was just a crush. However, this so-called "crush" has been going on for almost a year now. You haven't told a single crew member about this, fearing it will ruin everything. But, you know Robin knows. She knows you know. The looks she gives you every time you and Luffy are together are the type of look that says, "You like him, don't you?"

"Holy fuck..." You whisper, suddenly hitting the spot that sends fire throughout your stomach. You have never been this gross before. Masturbating, while thinking about someone else. You feel disgusted with yourself. Yet, at the same time, you can't seem to stop. The serious look Luffy gives to his enemies sends heat right to your core and pulsing on your clit. You try to hardest to push these feelings away; to push away the heat. It almost makes you feel perverted like they weren't normal. But you can't stop it. You can't help but think about him holding your hair as you suck him off, throwing his head back and groaning at the feeling of your tight mouth around him. Fuck, just thinking about it is making you throb even more.

You finish yourself off with a few pumps of your fingers. The sharp breath you intake and noise-less moan you make is short-lived, as you feel yourself slowly calming down from your orgasm.

"Mmm yes", You say as you slide a finger into your already wet pussy underneath your pink undies. You feel ashamed doing this two nights in a row but you had trouble sleeping. All you could think about was Luffy and how it would feel to have his fingers inside you. Way longer and thicker than you're own, hitting places inside of you you couldn't even think of reaching.

You reach up over your stomach and touch your breast under your large T-shirt, pinching your nipple until it makes you keen.

"Please", You whine, "More". You add another finger in, imagining it was Luffy's. Your breathing begins to become erratic as you cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hide your moans. You feel your hips leave the surface of your bed as you buck into your hand-

"Hey! I wanted to ask-" Luffy suddenly opens the door to your cabin. This leaves you feeling absolutely mortified. You pull your bed covers over you in a panic, closing your legs while grabbing your sheets tightly. You stare at him wide-eyed with your face burning so hot it almost feels like you have a fever. It takes him a minute to see what you're doing. He stops talking as he sees your expression. However, he goes from your face to your legs, and back to your face. He's not a complete idiot; he knows what masturbating is. I mean, he's a teenage boy for crying out loud. But he is a little different from usual boys, to say the least. Most boys would probably just close the door and forget it ever even happened.

In this case, Luffy just stares.

Yep.

With the most doe-eyed expression, he stares. You can see the gears shifting in his head as he looks at your shaking, trembling form. After a few seconds of extremely awkward silence, he speaks.

"Uh... Sorry." He says with the straightest face you have ever seen from him. No signs of embarrassment whatsoever. I mean, what were you expecting. It's Luffy. You, however, still sit there speechless. Your mouth agape as you continue to shake. This isn't real, right? It can't be. Your thoughts race with disbelief as the whole situation is something you would have never expected.

After a few more seconds pass, Luffy breaks the silence again.

"Um...Can I watch?"

..What...?

What?! Did he just ask if he could watch?! You audibly gasp. Your face heats up even more than before as you sit there in disbelief. Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit. You stare at him for a moment. Luffy just asked if he could watch you finger yourself? Why are you even thinking about this! What a pervert! Say no and just forget this ever happened.

"...Yes".

Are you kidding me!? You can't believe the words that left your mouth. However, the damage has already been done.

Luffy shuts the door and moves next to your bed. He sits down at the end of it, waiting for you to remove your covers and start the show. You move your covers off you slowly with your shaky hands.

As you remove the covers, Luffy looks down to see your legs and your little pink panties. They have a white bow in the middle of the elastic seam at the top. You can see his gaze darken as he focuses on your core without any shame. Your now exposed legs feel the breeze of the room. It's starting to settle in how crazy this is. But you can't stop yourself from lying back down and moving your hand down your underwear. You close your eyes, trying to forget he is even here. Nonetheless, his strong gaze is still on you as you rub your clit back and forth. You run your finger down your slit as you come back up to press on your clit which makes you hiss.

Luffy was in trance watching you touch yourself. It's the most silent he's been all day. He was half-hard when he saw what you were doing. But seeing your panties made him almost groan. Your hiss made him look back up to your face, seeing your furrowed eyebrows and your blushed face. Yeah, he will never forget this picture. You touching yourself with that face made him buck his hips a little. Although, it seems you were a little too busy to notice. He wants to see more. Wants to see you on display completely.

“Take these off." He says in an almost commanding tone, which makes you involuntarily whimper. However, you quickly cover your mouth, embarrassed that just his voice made you make that pathetic sound. You slowly shimmied off your panties and reveal yourself to him completely. Your eyes are still closed, but you can still feel his stare looking right at your sopping hole. Your legs were spread with one leg bent up straight and the other bent lying down. God, he wanted to devour you right then and there. Your glistening, pretty pussy was making him dizzy as he hasn't seen one so up close before.

"Wow..." He whispers loud enough for you to hear which almost makes you whine. You finally dare to open your eyes slightly. As you do, you see his eyes wide, his mouth a little agape and see his body move up and down as he takes deep breathes, almost as if he is trying to control himself.

You rub your clit rub one more time, biting your lip. You keep your eyes open and look at him as you put a finger in. You gasp and breathe out in relief, finally feeling full again. Luffy watches your finger go in your tight, little hole. This has his mind spinning, with his eyes no longer wide as they are hooded, watching you fuck yourself. He's losing his self-control, and fast.

The touch on your leg has you breathing heavily, feeling his warmth on you. His hand reaches your knee, a desperate attempt to just touch you in some way. You were starting to lose it, feeling incredibly hot from this situation overall. Your mouth moved before your brain even knew what you were saying.

"Luffy..." This has him taking another glance at your face, looking at your hooded eyes, then those pretty lips. "..please...touch me".

Fuck. He's never been this hard in his life. This plea has him moving fast. He moves his entire body so that his face is right near your pussy, staring intently at it. He grabs your thighs and puts your legs over his shoulders, getting ready to have the best meal of his life. As he looks up and takes one last look at you, he licks right in between your pussy lips.

Your hands immediately fly to your bedsheets, searching for something to grab as your back arches off your bed. You silently moan with your eyes shut, unable to take the feeling with his wet tongue against you. As he takes his mouth off of you, you take a look at him. Your chest rises and falls as you stare at him, making eye contact with your captain. He grins with hooded eyes, making you even more flustered than before. He goes in for another swipe of his tongue on your pussy. Yet this time, it seems he can’t get enough as he licks up and down, up and down, over and over and over again. He groans into your pussy, loving the taste of your delicious slick.

He groans into you, vibrating against your lower lips. This action has you responding instantaneously, reaching for his head of dark hair.

“Fuck Luffy. That feels so good”, You whine out. He looks back up at you, giving you that almost innocent look. Whenever he asked you a question, he would always give you this look. It took pure strength to kiss him right then and there. The look that had you believing he had no idea what sex was.

Although, it was quite the opposite. When he and Ace were little, Luffy asked questions about girls all the time. Eventually, Ace gave up on trying to hide sex from his little brother. He told him everything. And I mean everything. Including how to please a woman. However, he has never had the chance to show off his skills until now.

Luffy looks at you with almost pleading eyes, asking you to come. He continues to move his tongue around your pussy. But we all know Luffy's attention span, nonexistent. So he stops. You look at him desperately, almost at release. However, your wondering doesn’t last long as he looks right into your eyes with different eyes than last time. They were serious, commanding, and seriously hot. Like he could tell you to lick the floor clean and you would have no choice but to obey. He breaks the silence but stuffs you full with his tongue, fucking you fast. This has you arching off the bed for a second time, now moaning uncontrollably things like ‘yes yes yes!’ And ‘don’t stop!’. Your legs are shaking, vibrating with pleasure as you finally orgasm, cumming all over his tongue.

Luffy closes his eyes and enjoys the taste of you, basking in your moans. The sounds your making has him rutting his hips into the bed, searching for some kind of friction. He continues to push his tongue into you, riding you through your high. As you finally start to come back to earth, you look at him in between your legs still staring at your pussy. Almost like he wants to do it again. Before he could though, you interfere.

"That felt so good", you say with a lazy grin on your face. Luffy looks up at you and smiles wide, happy he made you feel good.

"Wow! You taste so good!" He says without any hint of shame. He's not even trying to tease you. However, his words have you blushing all over again.

"Hey...Captian..?" This has his eyes bulging out of his sockets and you can even see a little bit of blush on his face. "Can I...suck you off?" You ask with a smile.

"Oh uh- ye-yeah sure just let me-," you can't believe what you just heard. Luffy, Monkey D Luffy, just stuttered. And it was because of you.

He gets off the bed, unzips his pants, and reveals himself to you. His dick is long, and pretty girthy too. He's already dripping precum through his tip. He sighs once it's out, finally free of its confinements. ”Mmmm”, you hum at the sight of it. So pretty…fuck. The thought of it inside you makes you clench your thighs, even though you just came all over his tongue.

He sees you staring at it with your big, doe eyes. Don’t look at me like that! You sit on the back of your calves, still staring at his cock. Finally, you look up at him with big, innocent eyes. He lets out a little whine, pressing his lips together hoping you didn’t hear. You didn’t, thank god, keep eye contact.

You make the first move by grabbing him from the base, slowly jerking him off. He breathes heavily, finally getting some relief. Your touch makes him shakily let out a breath. He quivers at your hand going up and down on his cock, not even touching the tip yet. His pre-cum leaks out, falling on your collarbone and almost getting on your shirt. The white liquid is warm, almost hot. You both watch it fall through and under your T-shirt, in between your breasts. Luffy watches as it falls down your shirt, imagining your tits and how good they would look with white all over them.

As you see him distracted with his thoughts about your tits, you focus back on his cock, and kitten-lick up his tip. He groans and shuts his eyes, with his mouth agape. “Oh my god, yes…”, he breathes out. He’s never felt this good. You lick his tip some more, basking in the noises the man above you makes. "I - it's just- this - so good".

Your mouth goes father down his shaft, looking up at him to see his reaction. Luffy's head is tilted back, with his eyebrows clenched with his mouth open. Your tight, warm mouth feels amazing on his cock. He chokes on a moan as you move your tongue under his cock. You have never felt more powerful in your life. Having your Captian make these sounds was just a fantasy. However, now having it in front of you, is making you drenched. You rub your thighs together, searching for something, as you keep bobbing your head up and down on his cock with occasional swipes of your tongue.

"I- think- gonna - cum!", Luffy barely had the time to warn you before he took your head by your hair and deedthroated you down his shaft, shooting his load down your throat. It hurt, more than you expected, but the feeling of his hot semen going down your esophagus was euphoric. The way he was gripping your hair made you feel like he was holding onto dear life. After he got finally stopped coming, he released your hair out of his tight grip and moved your head off of his cock. Once he did, you coughed and took some breaths.

"Oh my god! I'm so so sorry! I just couldn't-"

"Luffy it's fine," you chuckle at his apologies, "I mean if anything...I- uh- kinda liked it." You looked away, blushing. Why did I say that?!"

Luffy takes a minute to realize what you said. But after he did, he smiled wide, glad he made you happy. However, there is one more problem...

You're still wet

After you just got choked by his cock, you couldn't help but still be dripping, and you can’t stop your thighs rubbing together. You get up from the floor and stand in front of Luffy. You can help but stare into his big, lust-filled eyes. He grabs you by your waist and starts to kiss your neck, slowly licking your collarbone. You let a soft moan at the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive neck and his hand gripping at your waist. The sounds you make as he continues his ministrations have Luffy half-hard again, feeling his cock twitch every time you moan. You would never imagine your captain being so needy. Throughout this whole time, he has always kept his hands on you, wanting to feel your skin on his.

He slowly makes his way up to your neck, reaching your ear. His soft lips touch the shell of your ear.

“I wanna be inside you. Please?”, He says softly as he is holding onto your waist for dear life.

You grip at his shoulders, losing feeling in your legs at the thought of him fucking you. “Yes - yes please - oh my god, please”, you say almost breathlessly.

Luffy smirks, his eyes half-lidded, “Yeah? you’d like that, huh?” You whimper at his words, gripping his shoulders impossibly harder.

He sits down on the bed and takes off his vest revealing his shoulders and the rest of his chest. You couldn’t help yourself but stare. You come to walk up to him and straddle his legs. You begin to run your hands up and down his chest, outlining his abs with your finger. The action has Luffy breathing heavily, leaning his head on your shoulder. He brings to groan into the crook of your neck, right by your ear. The noises coming from him are the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. He’s panting, whining at your soft touch. Out of nowhere, Luffy moves your body onto the bed, face down ass up. He moves behind you, finally getting to see that glistening pussy once again.

“I’m sorry, I just - can’t take it anymore”, he says as he moves the tip of his cock along your slit. He thinks you look so beautiful like this: back arched, ass spread, with your tits smushed against the bed.

“Luffy… please - put it in”, you whine out.

“Isn’t it gonna hurt?” Luffy asked, concerned.

“I’m already so wet for you, Luffy. Please - just put it in!” Your face burns at your word, embarrassing you just admit how soaked you are, just for your captain. He blushes at your words, chuckling at how desperate you are. As he slowly slides his tip into you, you both gasp at the feeling. He moves in deeper, marveling at the feeling of your walls around him. His soft whines had you breathing heavily, unable to even realize that you are one of the only people who can hear Luffy make these sounds. He eventually bottoms out, his cock reaching your deep depths.

"Are - you okay?" Luffy asked. Your safety always comes first, after all.

"So good... and so full," you say. Luffy ruts into you at your words. This has you both grunting, unable to contain your noises. Fuck. He almost just came. Your voice is one of the sexiest parts about you to him. The way your correct him when he says something stupid, your laugh, the way you talk about something you like, he just loves it. So any noise or suggestive words you make are going to have this man cumming in seconds.

He moves his cock out and slams it into you, unable to contain his excitement. As he continues to thrust into you, you moan uncontrollably loud, feeling so full of his cock. The sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy fill the room. Luffy grabs your hips and arches your back impossibly further and grabs a handful of your ass, massaging and kneading it.

"Wow - you look so pretty - ungh- like this," he says breathlessly, bending over and whispering it right into your ear as he continues to pound into. You chant his name like a mantra, as he is the only thing on your mind.

"Lu-ffy I'm gon- gonna cum - soon," you say, almost losing your voice from how good he's fucking you. Suddenly you're being flipped over, now seeing Luffy's face above you. Luffy was close too, but he has- no, he needs to see your face when you cum. He took your legs and put them so far back that you looked like a mating press. Your pussy was now on full display in front of him as he held your legs for you. He shoves his cock back in at full force, taking your breath away.

"Luffy! Oh my god- you're hitting it! Oh yes!" you exclaim. He hits your g-spot in every thrust. Every time he thrust into you it feels like a warmth spreading throughout your body, like a light. You've forgotten about your other crew members trying to sleep, because all you can think about and all you can feel, is Luffy. You continue to shout 'cumming' to warn him as he feels your pussy tighten. As you cum, you let out a noiseless moan and your legs begin to shake. It felt absolutely incredible, maybe even the best orgasm you've ever had.

As you being to catch your breath, Luffy is rutting into you like a dog, whining and panting desperately. He takes his cock out and jerks himself off until he's cumming all over your torso and tits. And there is so much of it too. His cum is everywhere. Some even got on your lip, but you're not the type of person to spit it out. You lick his cum off your lip as you stare at one another, his eyes making their way across your body. There is something so primal to him about seeing you, drenched in his cum. You stare at each other like that for a while, just basking in each other's warmth. Eventually, he gets up and gets your towel sitting on your dresser, cleaning you up silently. As he continues to clean his cum off your body, you break the silence.

"That was... really good." You say with a lazy smile, unable to even comprehend that you just had sex with the person you like.

"Yeah! We should totally do that again." Luffy says with a big grin. You blush, already wanting to go for another round. "Ya know," he continues, "I never noticed how hot you were until I caught you touching yourself." He looks at you with hooded eyes. You hoped he forgot about how we even got into this mess. Your face is now entirely red, unable to look at him.

"Luffy!" You exclaim as he chuckles. He kisses your forehead and immediately falls next to you and passes out. You laugh at his antics and cuddle up beside him, falling into a deep sleep.

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[leadpoisioning]

Lunch Date

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

SMUT! (18+ ONLY) ((teasing, orgasm denial, doggy style, missionary, praise, begging))

Word Count: 1,231

You learn canceling on Steve to get high leaves him feeling pretty jealous, and you have to make it up to him.

Sorry this one took so long to get out!! I live in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Florida and my WiFi is always cracking out. Anyway Robin or Nancy coming up next!! Feel free to leave any ideas in my inbox :)

You and Eddie snicker, laughing about old high school memories while passing a blunt between the two of you. He’d called you early this morning, wanting you to meet him over at Reefer Ricks because he didn’t want to be alone. You dropped your lunch date with Steve just this once to hang with Eddie- he just sounded so vulnerable and quite frankly scared when you answered the phone. You felt like you needed to be there for him. He appreciated it greatly, and even more that you didn’t berate him with questions.

Meanwhile, Steve was annoyed he wouldn’t be seeing you for lunch today. Robin teased him all day after complaining when he walked in and it’s been going downhill ever since. Especially when Dustin and Max come running in needing their help locating someone.

“There’s like ten Ricks here, how’re we supposed to know which ones the right one?” Steve scoffs, stepping back.

“Well, you can tell a lot about a person based on the movies they watch.” Robin smirks, quickly typing in the code to reveal the logs for the different accounts. Dead end after dead end appear- until they find one with multiple classic pot movies. “Bingo.” She pumps her fist in the air and writes down the address.

“Alright. Lets go find this freak.” He rolls his eyes, closing the store.

“Dude shut it!” Eddie’s eyes widen and he throws his hand over your mouth, muffling your giggles. “I’m serious (Y/N)- I haven’t been honest with you but you seriously need to be quiet.” He hushes you, sobering you up a little in the process. You nod your head and he retreats to the window, seeing an unfamiliar car pull up.

“Eddie what’s wrong?” You crawl towards where he’s crouched.

“There’s some people after me, they think I did something that I didn’t do.”

“Then hide! Here get under the tarp on the boat and I’ll cover for you.” You offer, motioning to the boat.

“What’re you gonna do?” You shrug, not seriously thinking about consequences at the moment. “Get in with me, they won’t think to look here.”

You can vaguely hear the door slam open and feel the shake of people walking in, but the boat and tarp mask the voices and what the people are saying. The movements get closer, and you jolt a little when something hits your side. Once again, you feel Eddie’s rings press to your mouth- until something jabs him in the leg. You look up at him, seeing him motion about jumping out and scaring the intruders off. You can’t give any criticism before the tarp folds over, revealing himself with a war cry and a broken beer bottle. Now, you can hear the voices a little better and you recognize Steve try to bargain with Eddie.

The tarp swings off of you as you quickly sit up and stumble out of the boat. Steve’s eyes move to you and his heart drops.

“(Y/N)?” His voice waivers, partly due to the glass poking his neck, other part betrayal.

“Eddie!” You hiss, grabbing his wrist holding the beer bottle, causing him to drop it. “It’s just Steve and them! They’re nice I promise.” You defend, going to hold onto Steve’s arm- until he swerves back. “Steve?” Your grin falters upon seeing his mildly disgusted face.

“You canceled our lunch date to screw around with Munson?” He asks in disbelief. The rest of your highness subsides and suddenly you can understand how this looks to him.

“No Steve! That’s not it at all!” You wave your hands, trying to get him to come back after he promptly turned and stomped out.

“Really (Y/N)! Because you flake on me right when I wake up, and now I find you here getting friendly in a boat with Eddie Munson!” He shouts, quickly drying his eyes.

“No dude that’s not what was happening I swear!” Eddie agrees, running over. “I called (Y/N) this morning because I didn’t want to be alone after last night.”

“Last night?” Steve scoffs.

“What happened with Chrissy last night?” Max asks, taking over the questioning.

You and Steve sit quietly in the car after dropping everyone off at one place or another.

“I’m sorry I canceled on you and hung out with Munson instead, he just sounded really shaken up and needed someone there for him. He doesn’t have many people, Steve.” You plead with Steve, telling him your side of the story.

“I know, I believe you. I’m just hurt you didn’t tell me.” He sighs. You think for a moment.

“Let me make it up to you.” You murmur, his eyes meeting yours, surprised. The light from the moon seeps in, allowing you to see his cheeks redden. He nods and puts the car in drive, heading to his house.

Once in his room, he stops you, putting his hand on your cheek.

“If I go too far just tell me to stop, alright?” As soon as you agree his lips are on yours, hands roughly pulling you against him. He pulls away, your head moving to kiss him more before he stops you, lightly holding your chin. “Whose are you?” He questions, watching you intently.

“I’m yours Steve.” You whine, seeing him mildly amused by your response.

“That’s right.” He smugly agrees, laying you down on his comforter, kissing you roughly again.

“Steve-“ you sob, face pushed down into a pillow. He’d spent the last twenty minutes teasing you, and getting you all riled up only to let your hopes to release die down.

“Yeah baby?” He mocks, squeezing your thighs.

“Please,” you sigh, moving your ass back to push against his cock.

“Ah, that’s right.” He sighs. “Whose cock are you begging for right now?” He leans over you to whisper in your ear.

“Yours Steve, oh my god- only yours.” Your whining is music to his ears, and the confidence boost he wanted.

“That’s right baby,” he praises.

“Need you so bad-“ you start, before your voice is reduced to a quiet moan as he pushes into you. He slides in with ease due to your soaked cunt and builds up a rough pace. He slams into you a few times before he flips you onto your back, now getting a better view. You’re thankful for the fresh air and sloppily gasp for it in the midst of your moans. Steve watches his cock disappear inside of you, creating a small bulge he presses down on. Immediately you react, fluttering around him and squeezing him nicely. He throws his head back, getting lost in the feeling of your walls encasing him deliciously. His half lidded eyes gaze down at you when your moans start to get shorter and more frequent.

“You want me to come in you?” He asks, watching as your head nods happily. He leans down to kiss you as he reaches his own high, hips stuttering against your own as you feel him release deep inside of you. You choke out a moan at the feeling of his cock leaving your cunt, feeling empty because you didn’t get to finish. You whine and press your legs together after he gets up. “That’s what you get for canceling on me for Munson.” He shrugs, going to his bathroom to run a bath for the two of you.

[ur-typical-nerd]

Okay @quibbs126, here’s what I’ve got so far! Sorry for taking so long, I had a lot to write about with these characters. Also, sorry if I’ve kind of “taken over” these characters by writing too much about them; I just had a lot of ideas for most of them. If you don’t like any of these, that’s fine. They’re just ideas after all, and we’re honestly just throwing things at a wall to see what sticks. Anywho, here are my ideas!

-Gooseberry Cookie: Looking at their parents’ designs, I’m realizing that your probably gonna have to go all out with Gooseberry; may I suggest bicolor buns shaped like gooseberries? As for job, I’m leaning towards punk/alt rock musician. Both of the parents have the look for such a job, and Currant Cream Cookie was even a drummer for a rock band in school (source: wiki). Therefore, it’s not much of a stretch to think that their kid would end up being a punk/alt rock musician. It can even lead to some cute parent/child interactions; Twizzly could help with special effects (if she could chill with the destruction for, like, five minutes), and Currant Cream could design their outfits! As for personality…all I can think of is interesting and intense.

-Scotch Bun Cookie: Political activist! I’m not entirely sure what politics the cookie world has, but it probably has something! They probably fight for the rights of cookies who have less than them, such as refugees and other such cookies. Inspired by Clotted Cream’s care for the cookies in the Crème Republic and Black Raisin’s protection of those in the ravaged village, they probably decided to take up an important fight of their own. Maybe they could be a Robin Hood-style vigilante on the side; taking from the rich and giving to the poor and all that. As for personality, they’d probably be very passionate about what they believe in and empathetic towards the plights of others; however, they wouldn’t hesitate to smack some sense into a cookie whining about trivial problems.

-Zebra Mussel Cookie(?): For name changes, may I suggest Olympia Oyster Cookie? I’ll admit that the shells aren’t as pretty as Zebra Mussels, but the name sounds way better. Or maybe Pacific Oyster Cookie if you’re not feeling that; both sound like names that could come from a fancy family such as House Oyster. Or, if you want something simple, maybe try Seashell Cookie?

As for her other job, maybe a treasure hunter or something like that? Maybe it’s a way to get out from the oppressive feeling of being the heir of House Oyster, something that she and she alone has control over. She could also be a diplomat of sorts as well, I suppose.

-Dark Mocha Cookie: This cookie definitely feels like a scheming royal-type character. Affogato probably has them as the heir to his…cult? Not really sure what he’s got going on, but that’s what it feels like. He’s probably trying to get Dark Mocha to become the heir to the Dark Cacao Kingdom as well, using Dark Cacao Cookie’s fatherliness and desire to be a father again (can’t forget about their sibling Dark Choco Cookie!) to manipulate him. As for Dark Mocha themselves, they probably act all sweet and polite around others. In reality, they’re a manipulative, cruel cookie who doesn’t really care about the feelings or wants of others. They also probably hate Dark Choco Cookie, due to being a possible hitch in their schemes; truly the ultimate sibling rivalry. Either that or they could be an innocent pawn in Affogato Cookie’s schemes who truly is a kind, polite soul.

-Rhubarb Pie Cookie: They could be a magical gardener! Studying and growing magical plants for research and ingredients for spells/potions at the Parfaedia Institute. This combines the magical aspects of Blueberry Pie Cookie and the botanical/vegetable aspect of Spinach Cookie. I feel like she’d be rather chill and friendly while still taking her job seriously (“Hey kids, welcome to Parfaedia’s garden! Don’t be shy, look around-don’t touch that plant, it’ll poison you-take it all in. We’ve got a few minutes before the presentation starts, so-give that plant a wide berth, buddy, unless you want to get eaten-take notes on any plants you find interesting beforehand, alright. There’ll be a Q&A session after the presentation, so save your questions for then!”)

If you’re taking design suggestions, may I suggest a large hat and magical gardening tools; the large hat because both wizards and gardeners tend to have them, and the magical gardening tools…well, that should be obvious.

-Grape Vine Cookie:…Magical girl/boy/whatever cookie. Let me explain.

A magical girl, to me, is the perfect combination of Cherry Blossom’s cuteness/cheerfulness and Black Raisin’s protectiveness/heroism. They could’ve been inspired by Black Raisin’s stories of protecting the village to take up a job as a protector as well. They’re probably your average magical girl when it comes to personality, maybe with a bit of a chaotic side from their aunt Cherry Cookie. They probably have a love for all things cute, too.

While I don’t have any concrete design ideas, I have something that could be really fun. If you gave them more of Black Raisin Cookie’s looks, their love of cute things and desire to be a magical girl would have a touch of comedy in it.

-Milk Choco Cookie and Choco Milk Cookie: I know this is a cliche, but I always love twins with differing/opposite personalities. Milk Choco Cookie could be an enthusiastic, slightly childish cookie with athletic tendencies, reflecting both children’s love for chocolate milk and it’s advantages as a sports drink. Meanwhile, Choco Milk Cookie could be a sweeter, calmer cookie with a bit of a romantic side, referencing milk chocolate’s flavor profile and chocolate’s common association with romance.

As for jobs, Choco Milk Cookie could be a traveling adventurer/knight/warrior, defending all that need them. They don’t seem like the kind of cookie to stay in one place for too long, always going wherever the wind or fate takes them.

In contrast, Milk Choco Cookie is probably a healer that stays solidly in one place. They want to help people like their twin and Milk Cookie, but they probably doesn’t have that drive to travel like Choco Milk.

And while you probably won’t make them identical, maybe you could give them at least a few similarities since they’re twins?

-Taro Milk Cookie: First things first, I feel like you should incorporate tapioca pearls into the design somehow since they’re commonly found in taro milk. Maybe as hair beads/a hair tie? And definitely incorporate the lavender of the milk; it’s so pretty!

As for job/role, maybe a monk-like fighter? I dunno, I couldn’t get much inspiration for this one.

-Tortoni Cookie: My instincts say detective/cop, but that feels too cliche for an Almond child; still a viable option if you want to go for it. So maybe a private investigator/vigilante? They probably take older/weirder crimes that other officers wouldn’t want to and investigate the crimes and apprehend those responsible. They’re probably inspired by their dads, especially Almond Cookie. They’re either a stoic yet caring cookie with a strong sense of justice or very in-tune and open with their emotions. They’re also probably a bit protective of younger cookies due to being Walnut Cookie’s sibling.

Also, you need to include the little red topping in their design. It’s iconic for the dish.

-Strawberry Cannoli Cookie: While I instinctively want to say potion maker, that feels too similar to Alchemist Cookie. So maybe a magic hacker? Like, Strawberry Crepe Cookie showed them some Wafflebots, and Strawberry Cannoli was more interested in the coding than the building. Then, when Cream Puff introduced them to magic, they somehow managed to combine the two interests? They can probably hijack spells cast by other cookies and transform them into something else. You can work that part if you’d like; it feels like any explanation I come up with it feels too OP. Their personality is probably either a) shy and socially awkward, or b) chaotic gremlin.

As for any design ideas, I do have a few. Any respectable hacker needs glasses (/j), and I just think they’d look really cute with them. And if they’re hair is tied up, you could put simplified cannoli shells in the ponytail/bun like how some people put pencils between the ponytail and the rest of the hair.

-Key Lime Cookie: How about a professional daredevil/stuntman? Rockstars can get up to some pretty wild stuff in their free time, and Kiwi Cookie is a biker. I can definitely see some of that stuff rubbing off on Key Lime Cookie and influencing their decision to become a daredevil. They’re probably the kind of cookie to jump off a bridge just because someone dared them to. They’re daring and confident, but they don’t really think things through. They’ve probably given their poor parents a few heart attacks lol-

-Bumbleberry Jam Cookie: Princess/prince! Clotted Cream Cookie is kind of like royalty by being part of the Convocation of Elders, and Bumbleberry Cookie was one of the participants of the Princess contest! But, like, they’re royalty that actually does something; specifically, they probably help keep diplomatic relationships friendly and manage negotiations between houses; I guess that makes them more of a diplomat, but I really like the princess connection I made. They’re probably very polite and a bit formal but take no crud from others. 

Do you still need any help with the fankid designs? I saw a list of some you needed help with, but a) it was a long list and I can’t remember half of the ones on there and b) I don’t know if anything changed since then

I do still need help on some, yes

Not gonna lie, I couldn’t remember either so I had to look it up

Of the list, we have remaining:

Twizzly Gummy/Currant Cream (aka Gooseberry Cookie)

Black Raisin/Clotted Cream (aka Scotch Bun Cookie)

Oyster/Captain Caviar (I have some ideas of her being a singer or something, at least on the side, but I’m not entirely what she does other than that, and I want a name better than Zebra Mussel)

Dark Cacao/Affogato (aka Dark Mocha Cookie)

Spinach/Blueberry Pie (aka Rhubarb Pie Cookie)

Black Raisin/Cherry Blossom (aka Grape Vine Cookie)

Dark Choco/Milk (aka Milk Choco Cookie and Choco Milk Cookie, they are twins)

Milk/Purple Yam (aka Taro Milk Cookie)

Almond/Captain Ice (aka Tortoni Cookie)

Strawberry Crepe/Cream Puff (aka Strawberry Cannoli Cookie)

Rockstar/Kiwi (aka Key Lime Cookie)

and Clotted Cream/Bumbleberry (aka Bumbleberry Jam Cookie)

There’s others I find myself struggling with, but let’s stick with this for now