#made robins sunglasses a different color

[xoxo-sarah]

Pretty In Pink

Part two to Brother's Best Friend. Read that first to better understand.

↝a/n: happy new year! This fic is slightly based on a suggestion by @canmargesimpson thank you, hon. I hope you enjoy. 🩶

↝pairing: Robin Buckleyx Harrington!reader

↝warning:not proofread, angst, commitment issues, Robin not knowing how to handle her feelings, jealousy, cursing, girly-girl reader(?), Harrington! Reader,

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Buckley, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own "y/n" and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 1.1.24

Header credits go to @saradika 🩶

You were so gorgeous. So irritatingly gorgeous. Every color looked good on you. Every perfect hair style made Robin want to mess it up while kissing you so hard. Ever lipgloss shade was sure to be wore off by the time Robin got done with you. Was there anything that you didn't look good in?

Not that Robin was sure of. No, the only thing she was sure of was that pink was your color. You had many shirts and skirts in different shades of pink. Accessories ranging from hot pink or soft misty rose. If you were to ask Robin which was her favorite, she would, without a doubt, say the soft pink was your color. It complemented your skin, especially when you had been tanning out by the pool. Like now.

You wore said soft pink in the form of a bikini. It left little to Robin's imagination. Mentally, she was thanking you.

Your soft, tan skin was all that was in her mind. The water droplets that fell down your body when you moved in the pool was playing on loop in her head. She had never been so jealous of water before.

"I just don't know what to do." Steve kept yapping. Not that Robin was paying him any mind. Her eyes had been watching you under her sunglasses. You felt her eyes on you. Maybe that's why you were doing subtle things that would drive her crazy. Like push your arms together while leaning against the side of the pool, or push your soaking wet hair away from your face. You always wore that stupid smirk on your face. God, you were so pretty. "Robin, are you even listening?"

"Hm?" She hummed, unknowingly looking back at where he sat in the lawn chair beside her. The summer weather had Steve and you competing to get the better tan. Robin knew you won, no matter how much Steve would walk around outside without a shirt. It was starting to irritate Robin. "What?"

"I don't know why I'm even trying anymore. Nance was the one- ya know?" Oh, here we go. Robin rolled her eyes under her sunglasses. She adored him, she really did. But if she had to listen to Steve blabber about the one that got away one more time, she might just have to drown him in his own pool.

"Maybe it's time to move on." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Steve scoffed, "right, like you? How's Vickie?"

Your head shot over, your bikini top strap popping against your skin as you tried to fix it.

Since the night where you two had kissed, it was a mutual agreement that went unsaid. You two would kiss behind closed doors when given the chance, flirt with your eyes, call in the middle of the night occasionally when Steve was asleep. There weren't any labels ever mentioned. You two were just... In the moment. That said, Vickie became a sore subject after a while. Steve had found it weird that Robin suddenly stopped talking about the red-headed girl. However, he didn't let Robin lack of interest in her now mess up his agonizingly teasing.

"I wouldn't know, Steve."

"Right."

Not muttering another word, he laid back in the chair, closing his eyes.

The sound of water splashing had Robin's head turning back towards you, her body relaxing as she watched you get out of the pool. Your scowling expression didn't go good with the rest of you at the moment. As soon as you caught her eyes, you were quick to grab your towel and dart into the house, not caring about the water.

Robin was quick to go in after you, after she heard the first snore exit Steve's lips.

"Vickie, huh?"

Robin sighed, knowing where this was going. "Y/n-"

"I know what you're going to say- exactly the same as every other time." This time it was your turn to sigh. You genuinely sounded exhausted. "But I don't understand why you keep letting him tease you about her." You pouted. Your lips were so pink, so kissable..

Robin walked closer to where you stood against the counter, towel wrapped loosely around your frame. "It's the only thing he knows how to do."

Your pout deepened. "I'm serious. We can make him stop, you know. We could just tell him."

"No." She was quick to step back.

"why are you so scared to tell him? It's Steve."

Before Robin could reply, Steve slid the glass door open, looking for you two.

You all went your separate ways after that. Sure, you and Robin had had the same conversation plenty of times, but it felt different.

And it proved to be so.

Robin hadn't answered your calls, hadn't came over- making Steve meet up with her to hang out.

You were beginning to grow frustrated as it went on for weeks.

"David Bowie played a goblin king for crying out lou-" You weren't supposed to be home, atleast not this early. Steve's expression said the same when you walked in the front door. Robin, who he has been arguing with, went stiff from beside him. She looked so pretty in her Blue button up shirt that was tucked into lighter washed shorts. Blue was her color, navy or sky blue, didn't matter. What didn't sit right with you was the person sitting on the other side of her. Vickie smiled politely at you, waving. Steve cut your staring off, popping the tab off of his can drink in boredom, the smaller piece falling into the empty can, ringing through your empty head. "Thought you were out for the day?"

"Was. Got tired." You were blunt, going straight for your room after.

Before you closed your door you heard Steve try to lighten the mood from your sour attitude. "She's been in a funk lately, I don't know."

Robin watched you walk away. She couldn't help where her eyes traveled. you were wearing pink. It was slightly darker than your swimsuit, but looked just as good on you nonetheless. She was quick to excuse herself to the bathroom, making her way to your room.

She welcomed herself in your room after she got a hum in response to a quiet knock on your bedroom door. Her step into your room was quick, making sure Steve and Vickie were still content with the movie on the tv. She turned, watching you watch her. You were still looking at her, frustrated at her. She's seen you when you hated her. This was different. It almost hurt her that she hurt you.

You broke the silence, sitting on the side of your bed. A pile of laundry was sat beside you- the same pretty pale pink bikini was sat on top, making Robin's breath hitch. "I pour my heart out to you and you ignore me for weeks? You get with her."

No amount of practicing this conversation with "you" in her mirror had her ready for how your voice showed how betrayed you felt.

It wasn't fair, what Robin was doing. She knew that. It was all just so complicated. Steve was her best friend. She couldn't hurt him like that. It's all complicated.

"I know. I'm sorry." She moved to stand infront of you when you looked away.

"You brought her here." Your tears fell down your soft, pinkened cheeks.

"I know." She couldn't help her words repeating. She sunk down to her knees in front of your, taking your hand that tried to wipe your face."I'm sorry."

"Right. That's why you're in my house with her. Cause you're so sorry."

"That's not- she's not here with me. We ran into her and Steve invited her over for a movie. He's still on his kick, trying to embarrass me. You know how he is."

Robin's eyes begged you to believe her. What were you supposed to do when she looked up at you like that?

"Why have you been ignoring me?" What was she supposed to do when you looked down at her like that? She had to tell you what was eating her up, knowing you didn't understand why it was such a big deal to her.

"It's just all a lot." After she paused, you nodded. Moving over, you patted the bed for her to join you, giving her your full undivided attention. "Steve is my best friend. I don't want what we have to effect my friendship with him, you know? I don't want him to brought into our relationship when we have an argument or if we break up. I don't want you or him to be in an awkward situation at any time." A sigh fell from her lips as she looked at you, scared of how you'll react to her opening up.

"So, Steve's the problem?" You joked.

She put on a sad smile, "Pretty much."

"Robin," you hand found hers, your thumb rubbing over her skin in smoothing circles. "I like you- as I've showed in this bed. I'm willing to deal with Steve and all that if the time comes. I want you."

Her eyes had a sad twinkle in them. " I just need time."

-

Shortly after Robin came down from your room, Steve was leaving to take her and Vickie to their homes. The ride was quiet- well almost. Robin stared out of the window, Steve tried starting conversation, Vickie sat in the back, being the only one conversating with the driver. Robin didn't pay either of them any mind. Her mind was on you. How understanding you were.

It was after Steve dropped Vickie off that he started conversation with Robin, not getting silence for an answer. "Vickie, huh?"

"I'm over Vickie. Like really, really over her. Not that there's something wrong with her- there's just someone else. Or there was, I guess. I don't really know anymore."

" Wow." Steve sighed, tapping the steering wheel. "I'm surprised you didn't break and tell me about you and y/n. You surprise me more and more everyday."

Robin froze, too scared to do anything.

"You knew?" She wanted to yell. But her voice came out as a whisper. Steve just looked at her, shrugging his shoulders.

"Uh, yeah. You two aren't the best at keeping a secret. I felt like I was interrupting something every time you were in the room together."

Before Robin could stop herself, she was hitting his shoulders with all the frustration in her body. Punch after punch right to his right shoulder, same spot and everything. It was sure to be sore tomorrow.

-

Robin practically ran through the door, mindlessly making her way around the furniture.

Her eyes caught your pink nightgown, that she had made fun of you for- saying it was a granny thing to wear- as if she didn't find it adorable on you. You went further into the kitchen before she could fully make it into the kitchen. You back was turned to her, oblivious to her presence.

"I don't need time."

At lightning speed, you spun around, confused on why you heard anyone but Steve's voice in the house. You clutched at your chest for a split second before she had her lips on yours.

"Gross." Steve made his way to his room, a small smile making it's way onto his face when you couldn't see him anymore.

Pulling back, you didn't know what to say.

Robin didn't want you to say anything about what has happened, not in the minute or two, not the week she ignored you, nothing. She changed the subject, playing with your hair, looking into your eyes the same way she did when you first told her how you felt. "I really like this color on you."

"I know."

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[miss-bushido]

Apple of my eye

Written for @steddie-spooktober Day 3- Apples

Rating: G

🍎🍎🍎

For months, Eddie had been trying to find the perfect gift for Steve for his birthday. Everything felt overdone, or obvious, or something he would have gotten himself at the mall. Eddie wanted this gift to be something special. Something he would never have thought to get for himself.

What do you get for the guy who has everything?

Eddie was trudging down Main Street, ready for another day of striking out when something caught his eye. There in a shop window was an apron. Not just any apron: it had a pattern of red apples all over it.

The apron itself was nice on its own- a light brown, reminiscent of a paper bag- but the apples were able to pop in color contrast. Best of all? On the front of one of the pockets, there was stitching that said You’re the apple of my eye in fancy lettering.

Really, what was Eddie supposed to do?

Two days later, he made his way over to Steve’s for his birthday party. All the kids were going to be there. Robin, of course. Nancy and Jonathan and Argyle. All of Steve’s friends. And honestly? All of Eddie’s friends now, too.

They ate too mich pizza, watched movies too loudly. When the cake came out, made special by Steve himself, Mike and Dustin immediately got into a shouting match over trying to call dibs on one of the corner pieces.

Eddie and Robin gave them both their best disappointed parent looks, and that seemed to go far with wrangling them. At least until they found something else to argue about.

“Okay!” Nancy shouted, clapping her hands. “It’s time for presents!” Steve was ushered into the living room and sat down on the middle of the couch. His cheeks were a little flushed from all the attention, but he was smiling the whole time.

Eddie took this opportunity to sit down right next to him, eyes roving over each present as it was handed to and opened by Steve. The kids had pooled their resources and had gotten him the new album by The Smiths; Nancy got him a new pair of sunglasses; Robin gave him a pen and journal set; Argyle gave him a six pack of his favorite beer; and Jonathan gave him a picture frame set with 6 different photos in it of Steve with different people in them. “I thought it might be nice for you to have all of your friends there,” he said quietly, unsure how much to say and if he should say anything more.

“Thanks, Jon,” Steve said, a big grin on his face. “This is so sweet. I love everything.”

“Where’s yours, Eddie?” Dustin asked.

“It’s behind the couch!” Robin exclaimed before Eddie had a chance to say or do anything. She lifted up the large bag and groaned. “Jeez, what do you have in here? An anvil?”

“Open it and see,” Eddie said, adding, “though I am happy you think I’m strong enough to lift something so heavy.”

“You’re stronger than you look,” Steve quipped before he reached in and pulled out a basket of apples. “Oh cool! Thanks, man.”

A few of the others gave him quizzical looks. “I’ve been talking about baking some more this year, and I wanted to start with something with apples as the main ingredient.” He reached into the bag and pulled out the apron. Steve’s eyes took in the pattern, and then the words stitched on the pocket, his smile turning dreamy.

“D’you like it?” Eddie asked, hope in his voice. Steve didn’t respond, but he did turn and pull Eddie in for a kiss.

“It’s perfect, baby,” Steve replied, cupping Eddie’s cheek with his hand.

Behind him, Robin cleared her throat, and Steve snapped back to the present. Everyone was staring at them with a mixture of confusion and astonishment. Dustin in particular looked like he’d swallowed a bowling ball at seeing his two older best friends kiss one another. The shock of this news was keeping him quiet for now, but they both knew the questions would be extensive once he came back to himself.

“What? A man can’t kiss his boyfriend on his birthday?” Steve exclaimed.

“Hell yeah, brocachos!” Argyle yelled. “Get it, Eddie.”

Eddie flushed, but managed to laugh. So did a few of the others.

“What does the apron say?” Will asked, his voice quiet as usual.

Steve held it up with his free hand and read out, “‘You’re the apple of my eye’.” He turned to look at Eddie and kissed him again, on the cheek this time.

“I never knew both of you were such saps,” Max piped up.

“I guess it’s meant to be,” Steve replied. He stood up and put the apron on, hands on his hips. “It’s official, I’m never taking this off.” He couldn’t help but toss a quick wink to Eddie, who blushed even harder. He was glad he’d picked a good present. And if Steve seriously meant he wouldn’t take it off? Well, that was something worth exploring, wasn’t it?

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve sniffled as he cleaned off Eddie's gravestone once again. The town had been saved, the crack closed, and somehow Vecna had been defeated. No one really knew what happened. Only that a mysterious figure with wings had saved their asses. El was still trying to find them, but they were hiding themselves pretty well. Hopper believed he slunk back into the Upside Down before it closed, but no one else believed that, especially Dustin. He didn't say it outloud, but he knew the kid believed that it had somehow been Eddie. Steve didn't want to discourage him or get his hopes up. He didn't know what to do.

All he could do now was to keep cleaning Eddie's headstone. Edward Munson: Now At Peace. Yeah, right. People keep spray painting "burn in hell" across the headstone. He didn't deserve this. . . Even in death, they were still fucking with him. Steve let out a strangled yell and threw the rag.

"It's not fucking fair!" Steve snapped.

Steve breathed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. He stared at the headstone and did some breathing exercises to help calm him down. Now would be the perfect time to tell him everything, at least, Robin said it would help.

"I never got to really know you, man," Steve said. "And I really wish that I did, though. I wish I could see you play that guitar even at the Hideout. . .to see you up on that stage. I kind of wanted to see you graduate, too. I would have loved to see you give Higgins the finger. I always hated that guy. Fucking asshole. I would have loved to see you DM up on your throne. I'm not sure I would be able to play, I honestly would have gotten distracted. I wish I knew more than that, though. Like, what's your favorite song? Your favorite movie? Your favorite color, man? I don't know. . .anything. I wish you were here to tell me. I just wish. . ."

He stood there for a moment as though he were expecting an answer. Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He went to reach for the rag, but someone beat him to it. A man with a hat over his head and sunglasses on his face was kneeling in front of Eddie's grave. Steve had no clue who it was.

"Let me help, son," the man said in a deep southern accent.

Steve had been spending enough time with Wayne and Dustin to realize that this man sounded an awful lot like Wayne with his accent. He knew it wasn't Wayne, though, because this man was too young and he knew that Wayne was working.

"You didn't do this, did you?" Steve asked.

"I just want to help, boy," the man said. "A handsome man like Eddie Munson doesn't deserve this. Although, I guess you could say he is hot as hell."

"That's a weird thing to say about a dead guy," Steve said, scrunching up his nose. "Did you know him?"

"You could say that. You could also say that I knew him a little too well," he said. "I kind of overheard your speech there, son. I can answer some of those questions for you, ya know?"

"I - would like that," Steve said softly as he grabbed the extra rag and knelt down to clean up the headstone.

"Well, most people would think differently about his favorite song. He loved the song Rolling Stone by Muddy Waters. His mama would teach him how to dance to that song. Sometimes, she would place him on her feet. He loves red, but he also loves the color blue," the man said. "He loves Conan the Barbarian. He used to sneak into the theater with his best friend, Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, she was the first friend he ever made, and she was never more than his best friend despite him making an embarrassing move on her," he chuckled.

"That sounds familiar," Steve laughed. "He told you all this?"

"In a way," he said. "Ronnie showed him the way into leading lost sheep. His uncle gave him the kick in the ass he needed into not giving a fuck what other people thought of him. He still had some learning to do. He was kind of queer in the head, though, despite all of that."

"What? Who cares what he was into?" Steve scoffed. "Are you seriously judging him on that? I'm queer in the head myself."

"Wait, hold on, son. I ain't judging him for that, and you do know that queer also means weird, right?" The man asked.

"Yeah. . .I mean, I forgot," Steve stuttered.

"Should I just forget that you came out to a complete stranger, son? Doesn't matter, I didn't have a problem with Eddie being like that," he said, and then he dropped the accent. "I can't believe you did that!"

He dropped the hat and the sunglasses, slapping his knees as he stood up. Steve gaped up at him. His hair was cut short, but he would recognize those dimples anywhere. He was grinning wildly down at Steve.

"Eddie?!" Steve choked and he stood up.

"Hey, Stevie," Eddie said.

It was the first time he had called him that, and it made his stomach flutter. His brain tried so hard to comprehend that it was Eddie, but he looked so drastically different without his hair that he couldn't really focus. He noticed that he was also wearing a hoodie and a polo that looked awfully familiar.

"Hey, that's my polo," Steve said.

"Yeah, I broke into your house," Eddie said. "I wanted to look the least like myself."

"Why?" Steve asked.

"So, that people won't try to murder me, Steven," Eddie said.

"No, I mean, I get that. Why the deception?" He asked.

"Hi, I'm Eddie Munson. I like to be dramatic," he said, and he held out his hand. "Go ahead, take it."

Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie's like he was shaking his hand. His skin was cool to the touch, and Steve couldn't help but stare at it.

"You're real," he whispered.

"Very," he grinned.

"Why is your hand so cold?" Steve asked.

"I'm vampire now so. . . ," Eddie said, shaking his head from side to side.

"You were the mysterious figure that destroyed Vecna," Steve said in realization.

"He tried to make me his little bitch. Wanted me to do all his dirty work and kill of you," Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No thanks. I can't even clean my room when my uncle asks, and I love the man. Do you think I'm going to kill people I care about for someone I hate? Yeah, no."

"You saved us. You saved this town despite the fact that they hate you for no goddamn reason," Steve said.

"Well, my dad conned half the town, so yeah," Eddie shrugged, and then his eyes lit up. "Oh, I saved Higgins! You should have seen the egg on his face. He does know I'm alive, but he probably feels guilty about blackmailing me into dropping out in '84 now."

"He did what?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, crazy story. I should tell you all about it over dinner," Eddie said.

"That was smooth," Steve smirked.

Eddie ran his hand over the vest Steve was wearing and smirked.

"My vest looks good on top of a polo," Eddie said and paused, looking at him softly. "I'm not going to waste my chance this time. Hey, Steve?"

Suddenly, Steve was brought back to the Upside Down, and Eddie had looked at him with meaningful eyes before they parted ways. The memory was soon gone.

"Yeah?"

Eddie grabbed him by the vest and pulled him in, crashing their lips together. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck, pulling him in closer as he deepened the kiss as Steve gripped his hips. Eddie broke the kiss, allowing Steve to breathe.

"We're kissing over your grave," Steve said.

"Better than walking over it," Eddie cackled.

Steve suddenly began pushing him backward until Eddie's back hit the tree that was next to his grave. He pressed his body up against Eddie's and covered his mouth with his own. He really should care that he was making out in a cemetery, but all he was aware of was Eddie. Eddie's mouth against his, Eddie's tongue making its way back in, and Eddie's hands quickly pulling his polo out of his pants so his hands could press themselves against his skin. All that mattered was how alive Eddie was and how much Steve could feel it. It was like all the lights were turning on inside of him, and it was Eddie that was flipping them on. Steve quickly broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against his, breathing heavily.

"We better stop before we do something else in cemetery that we're not supposed to," Steve said.

"Probably a good idea," Eddie said. "I think we just gave a granny quite a shock."

Steve looked over his shoulder and saw an older woman standing a few yards away, looking appalled.

"My God. She's literally clutching her pearls," Steve said.

"What do you think it is? That we're two men or that we're making out in a graveyard?" Eddie asked.

"Young man, my hearing is just fine! I don't care if you two have dicks! I mind that you two are fooling around in the place where the dead sleep!" She scowled.

Eddie and Steve looked at her in shock for a moment.

"I was not expecting her to say that," Steve said with wide eyes.

"Who would?" Eddie asked and glanced at the old woman. "Alright, time to adopt a grandmother."

"No, Eddie, we have to tell everyone you're alive, especially Wayne and Dustin," Steve said.

"Right. . .Dustin. Shit, I died in front of him. I know this is a stupid question, but how is he?" Eddie winced.

"Devestated but also hopeful that the mysterious figure who saved us all was you," Steve said and took Eddie's hand. "Let's get you home."

They laced their fingers together and walked out of the cemetery, apologizing to the granny as they left. They didn't care if anyone saw them, but after the town nearly went apocalyptic, how could anything else matter? The only thing that mattered was that they were both very much alive.

[i-am-minty-fresh]

Fuck it, everyone’s autistic.

Luffy’s got the bug special interest and zero personal space.

Zoro’s got soundproof headphones, loud noises and that’s it for him.

Nami’s a physical texture woman clothes gotta be made of very specific feels or it’s wraps for our lady in orange.

Sanji’s got a strict schedule he must abide by and food has to taste the same every. Single. Time. Or he’s gotta remake it.

Usopp’s one of those understimulated autists. Bright colors, loud music, harsh feels, his factory has to be far away from everyone else.

Chopper’s dropping extremely detailed medical knowledge that would, to any other crew, come off as unnerving (him and law talk for hours)

Robin’s had to learn to mask but bright light will knock this lady the fuck out. I’m talking stage 8 migraines.

Franky’s got some anthropomorphic tendencies. You ask him and everything he’s ever made comes with their own personality traits and backstories.

Brook’s got the schedule like Sanji but mostly can’t read a room for shit. Asking people questions that shouldn’t be asked, interrupting conversations, playing music out of the blue.

Jimbei’s got comfort objects and fidget toys. His favorite is the movable wire thing, helps him focus.

Whenever they go into town, Franky carries a backpack with:

Luffy’s worn out encyclopedia of beetles, a charger for Zoro’s earbuds, a soft sweater if everything gets too much for Nami, Sanji’s schedule so they stay on track, a rubix cube with every square having a different texture for Usopp, Chopper’s personal medical notebook in case he learns anything new he needs to add, some gigga powerful sunglasses for Robin, some little metal toys for Franky, a harmonica for Brook, and a plastic snake for Jimbei.

This is my headcanon and as an Autistic person I will guard it with my life. I might update if I feel like giving more detail.

[camaro-and-smokes]

A Shot for Life

A Harringrove fic by Suometar / camaro-and-smokes

Warnings: No warnings for this chapter Tags: Feelings? Feelings. Notes: A big and massive thank you to @a-redharlequin for betaing this fic and noticing the small mistakes I'm already blind to after staring at the text for months 💜

Chapter 4: Enchanted

Summary: Is he looking at me differently, or is it my imagination? he wondered, trying to shake off the growing tension. How does someone like him see someone like me? Could he see me the way I see him?

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The Bahamian sun, already well on its morning ascent, cast a warm glow on the vibrant street corner where Steve stepped out of the SUV behind Robin. He hefted his camera bag and adjusted his sunglasses, taking in the flurry of activity as the crew hustled to set up for the day’s photoshoot.

Robin looked around, impressed. “The set is even more gorgeous than I imagined. I saw the trees in the location photos, but didn’t know they’d be blooming now.”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, this is an amazing setting. It’s good that it’s a sunny day despite the forecast, plenty of natural light.”

Robin nodded. “Perfect day for a perfect shoot.”

Billy emerged from another vehicle in the middle of the buzzing set. His eyes darted over the people hurrying around, skimming the surrounding site, the street, the buildings, the trees and their flowers that seemed to bloom everywhere.

He noticed Steve standing on the other side of the set and talking with his assistant, Robin. As if feeling his gaze, Steve turned to look in his direction and a smile that made Billy’s cheeks heat flashed on his face.

“Morning!” Steve greeted him.

Billy waved and walked to them. “Quite the setup, huh?” he remarked, trying to sound nonchalant as he sidestepped to let the stylist to scurry by with a rack of garments they’d be shooting today.

“This is how big brands do it. Nothing is done by halves,” Steve replied.

Billy nodded, absently fiddling with the strap of his backpack. The hustle of the crew and the clacking of heels on the cobblestone filled him with anticipation, but also with a certain ease. Set being alive like this was familiar to him, calming, even. Everyone had a task to fill, and they did that wholeheartedly. And he knew he and Steve would, too.

“Steve!” Gavin Anderson’s voice cut through the commotion as he approached, holding an iPad.

Steve waved at him. “Morning! You got today’s plan?”

Gavin nodded, opening the tablet.

Billy watched them from his spot. Gavin explaining the composures he wanted for each garment and Steve nodding, making approving sounds, and giving input from time to time.

“Thoughts on this?” Gavin asked, pointing to one sketch on the screen.

“Bold,” Steve appraised, studying the sketch with a practiced eye. “It’ll play well against this colorful backdrop. Let’s ask what Billy thinks.”

Billy’s ears perked up at the mention of his name. What do I think? He hadn’t expected to be allowed to give input to something of this caliber.

“Of course,” Gavin agreed, his eyes glancing toward Billy with earnest intrigue.

Billy walked to them and looked at the screen. “Uh, looks fantastic,” he chimed in, perhaps a bit too eagerly. “I’m fine with anything.”

Steve looked at him. “If that’s what you think, I’m good with that,” he said, offering a brief, encouraging smile. “But you can also say it if you have any other ideas. I’m always open for ideas.”

Billy looked at Steve, not quite believing his words. He smiled a small smile, nodding and feeling a new excitement at the shoot. “Well, maybe you could try it from some other angle? Like, from a low angle?”

Steve looked at the sketch for a moment in silence, pursing his lips in thought.

Billy’s eyes wandered over Steve’s profile; to the line of his jaw, the shade of his gray-peppered stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave, and his silver hair that was tousled by the gentle breeze.

“Yeah, we can try that,” Steve finally agreed. “I don’t know how it will work if there’s any wind because it will either lift the garment and break the flow, or then flatten it out and kill the movement altogether. But if there’s a moment when it dies, I’ll take the shot.”

Billy felt exhilarated about being able to contribute to the shoot. He’d never experienced that before and having that happen here, now, totally unexpected and out of all photographers with Steve…He kept surprising Billy in every turn.

+ + +

Steve’s shutter clicked and whirred as he captured Billy in one angle after another. He directed Billy with a calm tone, every instruction laced with encouragement. “Chin up. Hold it there...perfect,” his voice cut through the air, each word precise, yet warm.

Billy didn’t break his expression but couldn’t keep the pride and giddiness for all the praise he was getting from Steve from causing goosebumps rippling on his skin. He began to trust his own vision more and offered bolder poses that Steve immortalized.

“Excellent work. You’re a natural,” Steve complimented as he lowered his camera, smiling.

The smile made Billy’s widen in return as he stepped on the side for a change of clothes. “Thank you.”

When he returned a while later in front of Steve’s camera, the set had been changed to highlight the new garments.

“Alright,” Steve started, “Think about the garment, the setting, and then give me the pose you feel works best.”

Billy did what was asked, and tried but couldn’t hide the fact that working together like this, collaborating, made him excited in a whole new way.

+ + +

When lunchtime arrived, the crew dispersed and Robin went back to the hotel with Gavin and the stylist to prepare for the afternoon. Steve carried his set lunch to the small park a block away from the set. He found himself a shaded bench beneath a blooming tree where he could eat alone. Sitting down, he closed his eyes to ground himself, listening to the sounds of the city for a moment; honking cars, calling vendors, women chatting as they walked on the other side of the street, screeching seagulls somewhere in the distance.

The morning shoot had been more intense than he had imagined. Billy was, of course, a professional with his modeling work, no doubt about it. But what had surprised Steve was his vision. Gavin had given Steve pretty much free rein within the brief, and what he usually did when he had that kind of freedom was to look for inspiration in unexpected places.

And Billy was like a breath of fresh air he didn’t know he’d needed.

Of course, not all the ideas Billy had given fit the campaign, but there were some that did—ones Steve hadn’t even thought about. When he’d composed those shots on the viewfinder of his camera, he saw they worked even better than what he had envisioned.

But they wouldn’t have done that if Billy wasn’t on the other side of the lens. Billy knew what they were trying to get to and thus helped Steve to achieve that. He was thrilled with the shots he’d taken so far, even if he had looked at them only briefly.

Apparently, sometimes you just had to go totally hopeless about the lack of inspiration for it to surprise you by coming from somewhere you least expected.

“Can I join you?”

Steve snapped out of his thoughts at the sudden voice and looked up, finding Billy looking at him with a small smile. He rushed to move his camera bag to make space for him. “Yeah. Absolutely.”

Billy sat down and looked around at the lush surroundings. “Never thought I’d be eating jerk chicken on a break,” Billy commented, examining his food with an almost childlike curiosity.

Steve chuckled softly, amused. “It’s one of the perks of the job. Traveling and experiencing new cultures.”

“I just hope this isn’t the only time I get to do this,” Billy replied and took a bite.

Steve watched Billy savor the taste of the food with his eyes closed. “I’m sure it’s not.” He looked down at his own lunch that was sitting in his lap and realized he hadn't even touched it yet. “You’ve got a great visual eye.” He paused, feeling his professional pride taking a tiny dent, even if he, too, was still constantly learning and coming up with new ideas. But Billy being so young and having that kind of vision and talent was different. “The suggestions you gave worked surprisingly well. I hadn’t considered some of them for this campaign but after trying them…Of course it’s up to Gavin if they end up using those photos…” his voice trailed off. He stared at his food for a bit longer and then glanced at Billy. “You’ve got raw talent.”

Billy looked up, his eyes meeting Steve’s. Surprise flashed across his face, followed by a smile that softened his features. “That means a lot, coming from you. Really,” he said quietly. “I want to make it in this industry—not just as a model, but…” The unfinished sentence was left hanging in the air, unsure.

Steve looked back at his food with a small smile. “No matter what your aspirations are, I’m sure you’ll make it. You have the right attitude and you have vision. Those alone will take you further than most.”

After taking a few bites, Billy continued. “I’ve wanted to be a photographer for a long time. Like, not just an amateur, but a serious one. In this business. Or shooting whatever else, really. Making a living.”

Steve, who had finally opened his own lunch container and was now eating, looked back at Billy, curious. “You have the eye for sure.” He paused to think how to word his thoughts without revealing too much of how long he’d lingered on Billy’s selfies when he’d looked at his Instagram profile on Instagram. “When I looked at your feed on IG, there were several excellent shots. And mixed with the captions, they told one big story that left the viewer to yearn for more. Few can do that quite the way you can.”

Billy nodded, his cheeks turning rosy and his eyes sparkling as he looked down at his lunch. “I just do my thing. That’s all,” he said, smiling.

Steve felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. He let his gaze rest on Billy for a moment, the way the sunlight was caught in his blond curls, making them look like spun gold. Inwardly, he scolded himself for allowing his mind to wander into forbidden territory. He was here to work with Billy and if anything else it was to support and advice him, not for anything else.

“Well, your thing is great,” Steve stated, steering the conversation back to safer grounds, and took a bite of his meal. “Working as a photographer is difficult, but if you’re willing to learn constantly and push through the tough times…You’re going places, no matter if you choose the path of a model or a photographer. Or both.” He paused for a moment. “You know, I started as a model, too.”

Billy looked at him, surprised. “I didn’t know that.”

“Not that many do,” Steve replied with a smile. “Just some catalog work as a teenager. Then I got hooked on photography and applied to the New York Film Academy to study for an art degree. Got in, and here I am.”

“That sounds straightforward.”

“Oh trust me, it wasn’t,” Steve chuckled. “It took a lot of mistakes and unused opportunities to get to this point. It’s more of a sum of unexpected consequences than anything else.”

“Well, it doesn’t show then, I guess,” Billy remarked. “You always seem so…put together.”

“Appearances can be deceiving,” Steve replied, a wistful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He thought about the perception people had of him—cold, distant—and wondered briefly if showing his true self at this point to more people would change anything anymore.

After a while, Billy spoke. “Thank you. For the advice—for believing in me,” he said earnestly, gratitude resonating in his words.

“Anytime,” Steve answered, warmth seeping into his tone.

The break neared its end, and as they rose to return to the set, the distance between them seemed shorter than before. There was a tension now, one that hadn’t existed before—a recognition of blurry lines somewhere as possibilities, shrouded in unspoken rules that only the brave dared to break.

+ + +

After returning to the shoot, Steve watched Billy’s posture transforming with ease in front of his camera. With each click of the shutter, Billy’s confidence seemed to grow. He moved fluidly from pose to pose, his body language speaking volumes. Steve found himself silently nodding, impressed by the young model’s natural instinct for the camera’s gaze.

“Chin up... yes, hold that,” Steve directed, his voice steady over the soft murmur of the gentle breeze. Through his lens, he caught the nuances of Billy’s expression, the subtle shift of muscles and the light in his eyes. It was clear to Steve that Billy wasn’t just playing a part; he was bringing a part of himself to every frame.

Billy felt the weight of Steve’s gaze, not just as a subject to a photographer, but as one artist appreciating another. The way Steve communicated through the camera, each instruction delivered with precision and care, made the shoot unlike any Billy had ever experienced before.

The rumored icy veneer of the acclaimed photographer that followed Steve no matter where he went was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Billy was working with a man whose passion for the craft resonated with every shutter click.

“Ease into the next pose,” Steve said, his tone a blend of command and encouragement.

Billy transitioned seamlessly, his body reacting to Steve’s words almost as if they were in sync. He felt an admiration growing within him, not just for Steve’s skill, but for the person behind the camera—a man who could capture the essence of a moment with clarity and beauty.

It was then Billy realized that Steve Harrington deserved every accolade he had received—and more.

As Billy followed Steve’s guidance almost instinctively, from half a word, Steve found his heart thrumming with a new rhythm.

He’d felt like this before, a long time ago, and as exhilarating as it was, it was also chilling. To be intrigued was one thing, to… crush on someone through the intimacy of a lens a whole other one.

It was dangerous because they were creating something new together on both sides of his camera—and falling for the subject of it might not be for the person but for the art they created together. And those two were very different things.

“You’re on fire,” he praised, the words slipping from him with unexpected ease as he watched through the viewfinder, each snap of the camera an attempt to encapsulate the beauty before him.

“Am I?” Billy asked with a playful lilt, as he stopped for the makeup artist to remove the sheen from his skin.

Steve found himself unable to keep himself from laughing. When Billy joined him, in that moment, something shifted.

“Yes, you are. Please keep burning,” Steve said with a smile and lifted his camera back up.

Billy shifted from one pose to another, his body moving with an effortless grace that hid the rapid beating of his heart. In the brief pauses of outfit changes, he found his gaze darting towards Steve, drinking in the sight. The air around them was suddenly thick with something unspoken.

“Excellent,” Steve said, his voice steady. “Hold that, just like that.”

Billy complied, but his mind raced. Is he looking at me differently, or is it my imagination? he wondered, trying to shake off the growing tension. How does someone like him see someone like me? Could he see me the way I see him?

“Let’s try something more…candid,” Steve said, feeling emboldened by the connection he felt tethering with Billy through his lens. “Close your eyes. Think of someone you want—no, someone you…crave. Then let that yearning show as you walk towards me like you’re meeting them after a long time apart.”

The artist in him truly wanted to see that vulnerability, that truth, and how it would bring something new to the photos. But there was a hidden notion underneath of him wanting to see and feel it for real, directed at him.

It was dangerously blurring the lines he should keep in a set—or with the people he worked with. He knew that, and still…

Billy complied, his lashes resting against his flushed cheeks, lips parted slightly. Steve captured the sight, his breath hitching in his throat. When Billy opened his eyes again and looked directly at the camera, the intensity within them was undeniable, reaching out and wrapping around Steve, pulling at something deep inside him.

As Billy walked towards Steve’s camera, he couldn’t help but feel as though he were indeed approaching someone dear; the flutter in his stomach grew into a swarm of butterflies. I am stupidly fond of him, even though I barely know him, Billy scolded himself internally. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel that there was something between them, something else than just mere professional admiration.

From behind the camera, Steve watched Billy approach, his finger hesitating on the shutter button. He saw not just the model, but the person beneath—the vulnerability and the passion that radiated from him. He’s captivating, Steve admitted to himself, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, finding that any of his usual carefully curated words felt hollow in the wake of what he truly wanted to say. He lowered his camera and turned away from Billy to shade the camera, as if to check the latest photos on the small display.

But it was to hide the fact that he’d realized that he’d almost accidentally stepped outside of all the borders he’d so meticulously kept up for years. Ones he had emphasized to Robin just a mere week ago. It had happened so easily and it scared him that it didn’t feel wrong at all.

For a moment, he wondered if feelings would steer his work away from what they were after. If they would blur the lines on the set too much, or if they would show in the photos in a wrong way. He found himself lost between the professionalism he’d held in such high regard all these years and the undeniable, improper emotion that was now budding in his chest—between the well known, tested and truly working path, and an unexplored trail that had suddenly opened in front of him—one he was more curious to explore than he was willing to admit.

When he turned back to Billy, he was looking back with a slight tilt of his head and a smile that tugged the corner of his mouth.

“The shot…or me?” Billy asked quietly, a hint of vulnerability threaded through his teasing tone.

Steve smiled and his cheeks flushed. He had thought Billy was far enough to not hear the word over the sounds from the street. Clearly, he’d been mistaken. He allowed honesty to seep into his voice. “Both.”

The word hung in the air, heavy with implication. Steve’s usual reservedness wavered under the pull of attraction, and for the first time in years, he allowed himself to look at someone he worked with—not just as a subject, but as a possibility, a maybe, a what if.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

A Recipe for Disaster (Chap. 3)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2  on AO3 here

Including a bunch of filled in time from the theater scene to Andrew and Mia’s first outing scene in the movie!

“This is all mine?”

“It is!”

“Aunt Joyce, this is amazing!”

His suite was larger than Robin’s and was on the second floor of the palace, with a balcony facing out toward the gardens.

“It should have been ready for you when you arrived. It was a good lesson though, nepotism belongs in the arts, not in plumbing.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve chuckled

Joyce shook her head in exasperation “We shouldn’t have had Robert’s cousin do the renovations.”

Steve walked over to the large bed and sat down. The wall across from him had a mural painted on it, made to look like a double-arched balcony looking over a rocky seaside.

“This is..very nice.” He smiles and looks around. There’s a small living area directly in front of where he is on the bed, between the platform on which the bed is, and the muraled wall, and he can see the tile floor of a ensuite bathroom off to his right.

“That’s not all my dear, here, press the green button.” Joyce hands him a small remote, so he does, shrugging. 

The mural that was once a wall splits right down the middle and opens up into a large room lined with built-in shelves, clothes racks, a whole section of one wall is just shoes.. Steve is flabbergasted.

“What in the hell?” Steve stands and walks through the opening in the seaside, immediately going over to the first clothes rack where the suit from his birthday ball sits front and center. He starts to paw haphazardly though the suits, all similarly ornate, every one is almost a work of art. Each brush of fabric is soft against his hands.

“We had a number of ensembles made for you for special occasions, do you like them?”

“Of course I do, they’re..I… I want to wear one every day!” The colors were exactly the colors he preferred too, all jewel tones: burgundies, navys, emerald greens, and his favorite golden yellow make up the majority.

Steve looks around at the other cabinets, itching to go through them all but Joyce had turned away and Steve knew to follow her.

She walked to the opposite corner and stopped in front of one of the large banks of drawers, looking like she was trying to remember something. “Try pressing button number three.”

This time, Steve has some semblance of an idea of where to point the little remote, and when he does, the lower half of the drawers open on their own.

“Oh no way,” he says, stepping forward and looking down into the drawers as they open, each lined with different sunglasses. When the last drawer at the top stops, he plucks out a classic pair of Ray-bans and puts them on. “Very nice,” he smiles at his reflection in the floor-length mirror, “How’d you know I love thes_Aunt Joyce?”

“Over here, darling!”

Steve looks around one of the supporting columns for her and finds her standing in front of another set of drawers. He steps up to her side, lifting the sunglasses off his nose and into his hair.

“Now try combination…656.”

“Alrighty,” the wider sets of drawers in front of them open similarly to the sunglasses before, but these are filled with matching sets of cufflinks, belts, buckles, and watches. All of them in warm golds, coppers, and brass-looking finishes. “Holy shit, these are_” Steve started leaning forward to inspect the shining gold watch in the top drawer when he was nearly brained by the cabinets above them swinging open to reveal three shimmering crowns. His favorite was in the center, the one of his grandfather’s he’d worn to his ball, the others he didn’t recognize.

“I took the liberty of having two others of your grandfathers resized for you. He'd be glad to see them go to you.” Joyce smiled, looking at them in their case and Steve still hadn’t picked his jaw up off the floor.

“Aunt Joyce, this is amazing, I don’_”

Suddenly, he hears the door to his suite burst open and Steve jumps to stand between Joyce and the door, probably the fastest he’s ever moved in his life.

“Where is he?? Where is that absolute rotten Mother. Fucker???”

He relaxes at the sound of Robin’s voice. “Fucking hell Robs, you scared the shit out of me!”

She comes around the corner, Dustin hot on her heels “Steve, you tell me where that Eddie mother fu_ Oh, Apologies your majesty.” She stops her tirade once she sees Joyce.

“I’m…so sorry…for interrupting…Your Majesty…” Dustin is doubled over, winded. “She insisted on getting here as soon as possible…and she walks damn fast.”

“That’s quite alright, you two.” She smiles at them in amusement

“Wow, this place is nice Stevie, I may have to trade you.” Robin looks around at the closet. “It’s like you have your own mall…D’ya think they’ll open a Scoops here too?”

“If they do, I’m enlisting Dustin to work with you, I’m gonna have a pretty full plate.” Steve sinks down on the circular ottoman just inside the door to the closet.

“What is Scoops?”

Steve and Robin look at Dustin at the same time (“Okay, creepy...” he mumbles) and Robin says “Count yourself lucky you won’t ever have to work in the trenches of retail.”

“Robin and I worked together at an Ice Cream parlor. Stupid sailor uniform and everything.”

“Wow…Now that I’ve gotta see, got any pics?” Dustin gives Steve a shit-eating grin then seems to remember the company he’s in and says “Uhm, I mean, Do you have any pictures of you in that uniform your highness? Just want to make sure to keep an eye out in case someone wants to use them for blackmail.”

Steve and Joyce share a similar smile and headshake at him.

“Ooh, ouch yeah I didn’t think about that…” Robin shudders for him at the thought.

“I’m sure we’ll see them sometime.” Steve scrubs a hand over his face and accidentally knocks the sunglasses off his head with the motion, scrambling to catch them. He loses. “Better those than a dick pic or something.”

Dustin swipes the Ray-bans off the floor and hands them to Steve. “Thanks kid.” He stands and ruffles Dustin’s curls, then stuffs the open arms of the glasses into them.

“Knock, knock!” came a new voice. Murray had materialized in the doorway to Steve’s closet, Hopper directly behind him and to the left. “Your majesties, the projector room is ready for you.”

“The projector room? Wha-”

—-------

“I really don’t like this, you guys.”

They had gathered in the palace’s theater and were going through a damn slideshow of eligible women.

“Shit, give me the remote then, and I’ll ogle at all the pretty ladies.” Robin said, snatching the remote from Hopper’s hand (who looked relieved to not have to partake as well). “Does this popcorn taste like pears?” She aims the question at Dustin, who is similarly gawking at the ladies on-screen.

“Genovian specialty.” He states, before shoving another handful into his mouth.

“Well, did anyone catch your eye at your party?” Joyce’s question pulls Steve’s attention away from the other two.

Steve’s face burns up as the first person he thinks of is staying at the palace at this very moment and is also apparently trying to steal his throne.

“Honestly the only person I can think of is Nancy.” He (half) lies, thinking of the other curly-haired brunette he’d met that night. Then cringed inwardly at his very obvious preferences.

“You must’ve danced with a hundred people that night, you can only remember one?” Murray asked, and Steve had a fleeting thought that Murray also knew who Steve thought of first, by the sly grin he was giving him.

“Well no, I also remember dancing with Lady Appleja_Erica and Dustin, but yeah that’s about it.” 

“Lady Nancy is a great choice, Steve!” Joyce says.

“Wait, nonono, I’m not going to marry Nancy. I remember her so well because I talked to her about her writing and then set her up with Jonathan. I don’t know if anything happened between them after that but there is potential between them and I’m not going to get in their way.”

“Nothing has, believe me.” Steve blinks “Hop?”

“Not without me trying, I promise. I told my boy to go for it but he’s got a sensible head on his shoulders and he knows, says they both know, that nothing can happen between them.”

“Ugh that makes it even worse.” Steve drops his head into his hands “I don’t want to make someone else love me that doesn’t want to just so I can get what I want. I know that what I want is also what is best for Genovia, but I feel so….selfish.”

He knows they are all looking at him with pity in their eyes. He looks up to check.

Yep. They’re all looking at him in pity.

He had to leave.

“I’m going for a walk.”

Robin and Dustin move to follow him but he just levels a look at Robin, and she sits back down, gesturing to Dustin to do the same.

“But he’s gotta have someone with him!” He hears Dustin complain as he leaves, and hears Hopper’s low voice say something in response, but no one follows him.

He knows it’s just a matter of time before someone does in fact follow him, so he makes the most of it, rushing down to the first floor and out into the cool night. He feels his chest loosen at the first big gulp of night air he gets and focuses on calming his heart rate down as he begins to walk along the path parallel to the palace.

He had just gotten his heartbeat calmed when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

Now Steve knows he should just walk away as soon as he sees him, Steve’s no peeping tom, but the innocence of the scene in front of him leaves him frozen, shocked, and with a surprising warmth in his chest. Like a flame had just caught fire and was still small but holding on.

Eddie wasn’t naked, not doing anything salacious at all. He was just…sitting. 

Sitting at the desk, headphones in his ears, focusing so intently at the model in his fingers that Steve could see a small sliver of tongue peeking out of his dusty pink lips.

He was painting. 

Just. Painting. A little figure, on his own time, listening to who knows what.

And Steve hated him at that moment. Who does he think he is, pretending to be a real person with hobbies and not an evil gargoyle sent to destroy Steve’s life?

That must’ve been the warmth in his chest, the small putters of hatred for this man finally sparking into something solid. That made sense. Yeah.

Steve screwed up his face in anger and started back the way he’d come. He was already almost back to the entrance he’d left from when he sees Dustin and Hopper emerging from it to come find him.

“Everything alright Your Highness?” Hopper asked, and Steve knew he could see something in his expression.

He huffed, willing the bitterness he’d found for Edmund on what was supposed to be a calming walk to rush out of him with his breath. “I will be just fine, Hop. Robin in her room, or mine?” he replied.

“Yours, Highness. Said she’d be waiting for you there when you got back.” Dustin responded.

“Thanks, kid.” Steve ruffled his curls again, earning him a frustrated grumble. “Walk me back up?”

Dustin looked at Hopper for approval who said “That’s your job, ain’t it?” in return.

Dustin grumbles again but starts toward the door. 

“G’night Hop,” Steve waves to the older man.

“Goodnight, son.”

-

Steve and Dustin fall into a comfortable silence on their way back up to Steve’s suite. 

“So, never got to actually ask, but what’s with the getup? You’re trying to get into security, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty okay. I like it well enough.”

“Well, I am glad to have you around bud,” It was the truth too, even in the short time he’d known Dustin, he’d wormed his way into Steve’s heart and life like he’d always been there. It was kinda scary actually. “Just don’t get any crazy ideas and try to take a bullet for me or anything.”

“Dude, that’s my literal job.”

“Well then, you’re fired.”

“Hah! Only Hopper can fire me, your highness.”

“Well I just tell him something to get you fired then.”

They bantered back and forth until they got to Steve’s hall and Dustin had to put on his guard face for the footman standing outside Steve’s door.

Steve could hardly hold back his laughter at that and shook his head at him as they entered the suite.

As he’d guessed, Robin had been using her time in his suite to her advantage and had started raiding his closet.

“Guard! There’s a thief in my shit! Get her out of here!” Steve mock-yells to Dustin to get Robin’s attention.

She starts, and whirls around, chunky blue sweater in her hands, only to be met with a curly-haired teen’s shoulder shoving (lightly) into her stomach.

“Agh! Ha ha very funny, now call off your guard dog Dingus.”

Steve laughs and flops backward onto his bed. He hears them stop struggling with one another and feels it when Robin’s weight settles onto the bed next to him.

“You’ve got a different dark-haired beauty on your mind, don’t you..”

Steve slaps his hands over his face and mumbles out a “Yeah…” He shifts up and leans on his side, propped up on an elbow to face his best friend. “God, Robs, he’s so pretty I can’t stand it. Like when I saw him just now, he had all his hair up in a bun and good LORD did I want to just latch onto that perfect neck of his.”

“Wait, back up; First: Ew. Second: Damn he’s got you down that bad from only seeing and speaking to him like what? Twice? And three: what do you mean when you just saw him?”

Steve’s whole face turned hot “Uh, well, see…He’s staying on the first floor and his curtains were open so I saw him when I went on that walk...” he rushed out.

“Was he naked too?? Steve, you perv! Was he super hot under his clothes too??” She gave him a wicked grin.

“Ew, gross, no Robs, all he was doing was painting this little figure and listening to music. Who does he think he is trying to act like a human being with interests?" Steve echoes the thought he had before.

Before Robin could respond, Dustin cut in. Steve almost forgot he was even there. "What kind of figure was it?" He was leaning over the back of the sofa in front of Steve’s bed, kneeling backwards on the cushions.

"I dunno, man. This one had an axe?" Dustin’s face contorts into a mixture of curiosity…and understanding? “Why? What do you know?” Steve asks, sitting up fully, and not entirely sure why he wants to know what the figure means.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to talk to the guy first.”

“Don’t do that, then he might suck you under his spell and we need you on Team Steve.” Robin says, completely serious.

“Seems like Steve is the one that wants to suck his spell…” Dustin mumbles

“Yeah he does...” Robin stage-mumbles back

“That’s it you little shits, both of you out! Ugh.” Steve jumped up and started pushing Dustin toward the door while Robin followed, both of them complaining. (“Awe what, I wanted to tell you about all the hot girls that were on that slideshow. There was one, Lady Christine, she looked so sweet and_” and “C’mon Steve, you had to see that come coming, I was just making fun of you damn!”

Once they were both out the door, he said, “Love you, see you both in the morning.” and shut it in their faces, staying by the door long enough to make sure they actually left.

“Did he just say he loved us?”

“Welcome to the family Dusty-buns, sounds like you just gained a new big brother.” Robin said, sounding farther away.

“Uh, thanks? You think I should tell my mom that the future king is now her son?” 

Steve didn’t hear Robin’s response.

‘Did I really say love you to Dustin too?’ Steve thinks to himself as he starts getting ready for bed. He’d always been very forthcoming with his feelings, even when that was a part of him he made sure to hide while parading around school as the false King Steve. That happened a lot. Where his mind had already decided on his feelings, then tells the person before the rest of him can reel it in.

He’d thought it before, that Dustin seemed to always have been in his life despite only having met the kid a mere handful of days ago, so loving him like the little brother he was seemed to fit.

He settled into bed, saw that Robin had sent her “I’m back in my room safe” text, responded, and tried his hardest to shut off his brain and get to sleep.

—

“Morning darling,” Steve wakes to a small hand shaking him gently awake. He opened his eyes to see Joyce leaning over him “Sleep well?”

Steve rolls over and groans, “Yeah, pretty good.” he rubs his eyes “What's with the wake-up call?”

He’d let his eyes slip shut but opened them again at the lack of response from Joyce.

“Nancy and her younger brother Mike will be arriving within a matter of hours, I wanted to make sure you were ready to greet them when they did.”

Steve blinks at her, then sits up fully.

“What do you mean? Why are they coming here?”

Joyce looks at him, the slightest bit of sheepishness coming through behind her always put together expression.

“You didn’t.” Steve says to her, knowing damn well she did.

“I wanted her to come, at least just to hear you out.”

“Me? I think you mean hear you out.” Steve throws the covers off himself and grabs his phone.

“My dear, please just give her a chance to surprise you.”

“You’ve done enough surprising for the both of us already today, don’t you think? Your Majesty.” Steve knew calling her by her title would really get his point across. He headed to his bathroom and shut the door.

“Steve, please, I_”

“Pardon me, Your Majesty, I must get ready for our guests. I will join you for breakfast shortly.” Steve spoke through the door and after a moment, heard the tapping of her shoes retreating.

He let out a breath and called Robin to make sure she woke up.

“Hello...?” came her groggy voice after the third ring

“Robin, royal guests incoming, make sure you’re up and dressed.”

“Steve? Uh, yeah, OK, do we like them or no?” Steve heard her shuffling out of bed.

“We like them, don’t like that they were called here. English is the main language, highnesses, and oh yeah, It’s Nancy and her brother. My aunt called up Nancy’s dad and had her shipped over here like a damn mail-order bride.”

“What the actual fuck. Okay, how about dressing in her colors, not Genovia’s?”

“Sounds good, blues then. No red, yellow, or purple.”

“Is the media gonna be mad at that?”

“Nah, they’ll chalk it up to welcoming a visiting royal and also me trying to impress her.”

“Yep, sounds about right. I’ll do baby.”

“I got navy.”

“See you in an hour.” Steve hung up and stepped under the warm spray of his shower. 

—

Three and a half hours later, Steve stood on the steps of the palace himself to welcome Nancy. Robin stood on the step behind him and to his right, cementing herself as his right-hand man, dressed in a knee-length baby blue sundress. He asked Dustin to be positioned on the same step as her, behind his left shoulder.

He watched as the Genovian limousine came through the gate and followed it on its loop to the front of the palace. As soon as it pulled to a stop, Steve was at the door to open it for her.

She took his offered hand and the first thing out of his mouth was: “Nancy, I am so sorry about this. I promise it wasn’t my idea.”

“Well hello to you too, Steve.” She gave him a crooked smile and hooked her arm through his as they started up the steps. “I know it wasn’t, you didn’t seem the type.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding in. “Thanks Nancy, I’ll make it up t_”

“What, no special welcoming party for me?”

Steve looks up at Dustin and Robin, their faces twin looks of disgust hidden expertly behind welcoming ones.

He turns his head to the bottom of the steps to see Nancy’s younger brother, Michael, standing with his arms crossed, the opposite limousine door left wide open.

Turning to Nancy (who looks horrified at Mike’s actions), Steve says “Please excuse me Nancy, I will collect your brother. Dustin, will you please escort her highness inside to Her Majesty?”

Dustin, bless him, doesn’t let himself look surprised, he just comes down the steps between them and offers her his arm, which she takes “This way, your highness.”

They start up the steps and Robin remains, staring the most polite looking daggers into Mike as Steve steps back down to the drive, ignores Mike’s outstretched hand, walks to the opposite side of the limo to shut the door Mike’d left open, and returns to the young boy, who looks beside himself.

Steve offers his arm to Mike like he did Nancy, “Apologies for leaving you behind your highness, care to go in?”

He knows exactly what is going through Mike’s head. He knows that Mike knows what awaits him if he makes a scene and ignores the to-be King of the country he’s currently visiting, and what potential humiliation will come from taking the same Prince’s arm like his sister had before he’d thrown his little fit.

He chooses the latter and takes Steve’s arm.

“Good choice.” Steve whispers to just him. And Steve knows they look ridiculous, but that’s the point, isn’t it? Make this gangly, greasy young royal learn some goddamn manners while he’s in Steve’s home by making the taller boy take his arm. 

“Wait until my father hears about this.” Mike whisper-threatens Steve.

“You’re absolutely right, Draco, wait until he hears what an insolent little shit his son was as soon as he arrived at the home of a friendly neighboring country’s beloved Queen.”

Mike was quiet after that.

—-

There was a few day gap where just Nancy and Mike were there without their parents, who’d be arriving for His and Nancy’s (already planned) first public outing.

Steve takes that time to fully get on the same page with Nancy, reluctantly try and get to know Mike, and also introduce Mike properly to the “common folk” that will always be nearby.

That last one actually went better than he’d thought, and it was the first thing he took care of. He asked Dustin, Will, Ellie, and Max to come introduce themselves to the young royal later that day. Mike would be staying for a bit so he wanted to make sure he had friends his age around him.

“Alright guys, remember, he is still a royal even though he’s more of a royal pain in the ass than a future ruler…so be respectful, but don’t let him belittle you. I will speak to him however you wish, just because I can...and also want to.”

“You doing a test run for your Royal Bootcamp, Your Highness?” Max smirks at him, arms crossed.

“You bet.”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be on his best behavior.” Nancy says as she enters the ballroom with Mike trailing her, hands in his pockets.

Steve welcomes her with a chaste kiss on the cheek and introduces her first to all his gathered companions. “Nancy, you know Dustin and Robin already, these two you may have met? This is Will and Ellie, Hopper’s youngest children. And this is Max, she works in the kitchens with our head Chef Argyle.”

They all give her a short bow or curtsy, and she introduces Mike. “Hello all, I am Nancy, and please, to you all I will just be Nancy, no title needed. This is my younger brother Michael.”

“Mike.” he huffs, not yet having met anyone’s eyes.

“Michael, will you please say ‘Hi’ at least?”

He huffs again (“Damn what is this kid’s problem?” Steve hears Robin mutter.), but strides forward and greets them each before turning away to stand behind Nancy again. 

When he does, Dustin speaks up. “You should run a campaign with us.”

“I’m sorry?” Steve thinks Mike was trying to sound petulant on purpose, but actual curiosity colors his tone as he turns back to Dustin.

“Luca_ I mean Lord Sinclair,” Will and El let out a couple muffled giggles that left Mike confused. “Is going to be coming to visit before you leave, I think; we should run a campaign before he gets here to see if you’re good to be part of the party.”

There’s a long silence that Steve is about to break and dismiss them all before Mike breaks it himself with a: “You all play D&D?”

“The hell is D&D?” Steve asks but he’s ignored.

“Yeah, Will and I do and I bet I could get Robin to join (“You bet what now?”), maybe even Steve (“Yeah, that’s a no.”)!

“Who’s your DM?”

“I am actually.” Will pipes up.

“How did you know he played?” Nancy asks Dustin.

“He looked like it.” Dustin shrugs

“He looked like it.” Robin echoes disbelievingly

“Yeah. I was right though, wasn’t I.”

Mike rolls his eyes once again but strides forward to Dustin and starts asking him and Will something about classes. Max and El have started talking amongst themselves and looked to be getting on like a forest fire.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief and Robin approached him and Nancy.

“So, what are you guys gonna do about the whole getting married thing?”

“Damn Robin, getting right into it, huh?”

Nancy giggled, “Better now than ever. Care to go for a walk, Steve?” she gestured outside to the gardens, blanketed with sunset-orange.

“You’re right, let’s.” She once again looped her arm into his, and they headed outside, Robin loudly promising after them that she’d take care of the goblins.

Mike won’t be a little shit (for real) for long, don’t worry! Part 4 here!

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Supernova (Chapter 7)

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: None! Lmao finally

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: As the daughter of Wonder Woman, you always knew you were destined for something more than the life of a mortal. It seemed like your wish for a life of adventure came true but whether in the form of a blessing or curse, you didn’t know. All you know is that you were the sole witness for a chain of murders that would begin. It’s up to you to find out who was the murderer before it’s too late……

A/N: It's a sweet chapter ya'll. I promise.

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“You’re sweaty.” Robin murmured when you rested your forehead against the nape of his neck. You both were exhausted after training and you were a shower away from passing out in your bed but you both still needed a few minutes to catch your breath, leaning on each other for support. Even though he was complaining about you sweating, he didn’t seem to do anything to get away from you, even going so far as to wrap an arm around your shoulder.

You felt him swallowing the gulps of water against your skin before scoffing and wiping your skin with a towel, “As if you’re any better, my eyes are stinging from your sweat.”

Then you both dissolved back to silence, quietly enjoying each other’s company as the night slowly bled into day.

“Do you ever wonder what smoking feels like?” You asked and Robin laughed, making you whine when he began shaking, moving your body in tandem with his because of it. Even though you pinched his side to get him to stop laughing, it was useless since it made him laugh even harder, slugging you off his shoulder as your back hit the training mat.

“It wasn’t even that funny.”

“It was random."

“I was just thinking about it. I can hardly breathe when someone else is smoking beside me. I wonder how it feels actually inhaling the stuff.” You wondered, now getting comfortable on your back and he lay down beside you, “I guess some people enjoy it.”

It was silent again and you yawned, waiting for your body to cool off. The unfortunate thing about living at Happy Harbor was that the weather was unusually hot during the summer, so hot that even the water ended up getting to a scorching temperature. If you went for a shower straight after training, you’d be slowly boiled to perfection.

But the more you waited, the sleepier you got.

Robin spared you a glance as you yawned once again, stifling his own. The training had been taking a toll on him, since he would come to the cave right after patrol instead of sleep at the Manor. Partly because he liked seeing you improve in combat and get better each day and partly because he just liked seeing you.

If he caught you on a good day, you were fun to be around, cheerful and funny. Your energies mixed together well, fitting together like two puzzle pieces but he never lingered on that thought for long. For now, Robin just wanted to be supportive and a good friend. He’d seen firsthand how much you could change when things hurt you and he never wanted to push you towards that again.

His mind drifted back to the day in the interrogation room, the way you didn’t have any remorse for Thelma when she cried and screamed in front of you. It was so unlike you and for a few brief moments he wondered if he ever knew you at all.

He looked at you again, noticing the way you were smiling at nothing, the sheen of sweat on your face and neck before rethinking. He knew you; he was sure of that. And he liked you for it too.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Just that prom is next week at school. Before Valerie I would’ve pleaded to go but I don’t think I’d want to return to school after this.” You said thoughtfully, suddenly thinking about what you would do if you made out of all this alive.

“Maybe you should transfer to my school.” He said absentmindedly. It wasn’t really a suggestion that he thought you’d accept but he actually liked the thought of you going to his school.

You sent him a teasing smile, “Oh? Boy Wonder actually goes to school? Not some advanced intelligence nerd program?”

He laughed at this, “You’re one to talk.”

It was silent for the next couple moments once again while you both rested comfortably. This was the thing he appreciated the most about your relationship; when it was silent, he wasn’t scrambling to find some conversation piece to fill the silence. He wasn’t unaccustomed to awkward silence but it never felt awkward when he was with you. It was just silence.

He could stay beside you and just stay silent and that was enough. He liked that.

“What color are your eyes?” You asked again, curious.

“Like I’d tell you.” He sighed, sounding way too comfortable for his own good. You kicked him lighter than you were intending to.

“They’re brown, aren’t they?”

“Why brown?”

“Because I feel like any other color would give you an unfair advantage.”

He settled in further, wanting the training mats to suddenly feel like his mattress back home, “Well I’m no swim team captain but.”

“Jealous?”

“Sure.”

The sweat was making the mats stick to your skin and you felt it aggressively peel from your skin when you turned on your side to face him. Now you were made painfully aware about the cold sweat pooling below you and realized you were in desperate need for a shower.

You rubbed his arm gently, wishing him a good night even though you knew that the sun was up. Robin returned the gesture with a smile, telling you to get a good night’s sleep. As he watched your receding back, a thought came to his mind and he stopped you in your tracks.

“Here’s a thought, why don’t we do something on prom night? Have our own little thing right here? We could watch a movie or something.” He proposed and your brows furrowed, “Don’t you have prom too?”

He did. Which was planned and decorated with the money his father had generously donated. But Dick didn’t feel an ounce of remorse for missing it. He also knew it was the only night that the others wouldn’t be home, all at their own prom. As long as he would get to have a fun night with you.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t planning on going anyway.” Alfred had already pressed his suit and had a special corsage ordered. He was going with Barbara, as friends, but cancelling on her seemed like a small feat in the moment.

“Are you sure?” “Definitely.”

You smiled slightly, nodding before waving goodbye and continuing on your way to the showers. When he heard the door shut, Dick realized just what he had gotten himself to and flopped back onto the mats, ‘What did I just do?’

He’d have to cancel the limo without his dad or Alfred finding out. He’d have to cancel the reservations at the restaurant. For goodness’ sake, he’d have to take a rain check on Barbara. Still, Dick wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face.

***

You were oddly looking forward to hanging out with Robin tonight. Everyone had already left for their own proms, Zatanna was in a dress that she had borrowed from you. Even though you knew that the prom dress you had been planning to wear would’ve been the best for her school theme, you had a weirdly hard time parting from it, considering it was just a piece of clothing.

All three girls spent a couple hours primping with you, trying their best to include you in some of the fun. You even managed to rope Artemis into getting glammed up. She protested a lot at first but once she got in the chair it was like you had tamed a jungle cat. They had time to style your hair as well and you barely had any idea what was happening while Doja Cat played and you had a sheet mask on. After getting that off, you felt like a new born baby.

You sent all three of them off after taking a ton of pictures and they told you to have a great night too, smiling like they knew something you didn’t.

Now that the cave was completely empty, even Aqualad had left that morning to pay a visit to Atlantis, you were left alone with Robin and were excited about it. You weren’t going to do anything special anyway, other than watching a movie and stuffing your face with food but you were still happy to spend some time with him when you both weren’t sweating like pigs.

Even the thought of sitting beside him on the couch while a movie played had a skip in your step.

Just as you saw the doors to the main hall and a familiar head of hair, you picked up the pace until you stopped walking all together, shocked.

Because there stood Robin waiting by the door with a shy smile on his face. Dressed in a suit and tie.

You chocked out a laugh, not quite sure why it felt like the wind was knocked out of you before walking up to him, gently pulling his fingers away from the tie he was fidgeting with and straightening it out, “A little over-dressed for a movie, don’t you think?”

“Change of plans, we’re going to have our own prom night, right here.”

You giggled, reclipping the tie clip before straightening out the corsage in his breast pocket. You spared a glance up, meeting his eyes and you realized just how close the both of you had gotten. If he didn’t have the sunglasses on, you would’ve been able to see your reflection in his—probably— brown eyes.

You cleared your throat, stepping away from him not before smoothing your hands down the lapels, smiling at just how handsome he looked.

“Wish you would’ve told me. I would’ve matched what I’m wearing to your tie.” You teased.

“Actually, you can.” You raised a brow at this and the red began crawling up his neck, “I asked your mom to drop your dress off. It’s in your room.”

The uncomfortable conversation with Wonder Woman about why he wanted the particular dress that her daughter of the same age was planning to wear to prom was completely worth it when he watched your eyes light up like the sun before throwing your arms around his neck, “Oh my god! I love you!”

The dress fit you like a glove, even though the last time you wore tried it on it had been a teeny bit snug. All those hours training with Robin probably made it fit a little better even though you didn’t look any different. You stood in front of the mirror and couldn’t stop twirling; the dress was just so beautiful and you were over the moon that you got to wear it.

When you met Robin by the door, it felt a little too good to be true, the way he smiled at you just as your eyes met and then held out his arm for you to take. Your heart was sure to stop beating tonight at the rate it was thumping in your chest. You could barely hear him over the sound of it, filled with too much adrenaline and excitement. You could’ve gone for a 100-mile run with the amount of energy you suddenly had.

“You look pretty.”

You grinned and curtsied in an old-fashioned way, tipping an imaginary hat, “Why, thank you. You look pretty dapper yourself.”

He laughed, “Dapper?”

“It’s a word, look it up, tweetie bird.”

“And now all the magic’s dead.”

“Oh? Because I was expecting you to pull out a bouquet from your sleeve there.”

“Actually—” He smiled, pulling out a matching corsage from his suit pocket and holding it out to you, “I went all out.”

He helped you fasten it around your wrist when you struggled to do it with one hand and your breath got caught in your throat. It was awkward, to say the least, the energy between the both of you. In fact, there was so much tension that you felt like you could choke on it. Even though your first response to any kind of distress was to hide underneath the blankets in your bedroom, you still stayed by his side.

“So, what are we waiting for? What movie are we watching?”

It seemed like he finally remembered why he was standing outside the hall in the first place and smiled shyly, a blush faintly painting his cheeks. It felt like he was stalling the more you thought about it, lingering at the door for way too long as if something would explode or jump at you if he put his hand on the handle.

“Actually—”

He opened the door and you gasped, “You need to stop saying ‘Actually’ because every time you do, I get a heart attack.”

How he managed to get all this done in a day was beyond you. The table was filled with snacks and drinks that you knew was meant to be left over for Wally to finish. The TV had a blanket fort in front of it, looking so cozy that you suddenly wanted to take a nap. The holo-computer was projecting something similar to a carnival game, with a couple targets levitating mid-air, labelled with different points.

Your heart fluttered when you realized that Robin had gone through all this just to make sure you’d have a fun night and suddenly your eyes felt alarmingly wet.

“You’re not gonna cry, are you?” Came his incredulous response and you gave him the weakest punch you could possibly muster because you knew any harder could give your date a hairline fracture, “Excuse me. It’s a perfectly healthy emotional response.”

“Yeah, but you cry a lot, have you realized?” He teased, pulling you toward the holo-computer, giving you a simulator stun gun and then picking one up for himself.

“You don’t cry at all, Mr. Roboto,” You cocked the gun and pointed at him playfully, “But no matter, you’ll be crying once I beat you to dust.”

His signature laugh was the next thing you heard and you blushed, embarrassed that you liked it more than you cared to admit, “Let’s just see about that.”

***

“And then she goes—Word for word, I’m not even kidding—” You told, picking up a tennis ball and using it to imitate an apple before pretending to take a bite out of it, “Young lady, eating is simply not allowed on school premises. *crunch* These rules obviously apply to everyone. *crunch* No one is above the rules. *crunch*”

Robin was laughing at your horrible British accent and the way you tried so hard to sound all hoity-toity, had Alfred been here he would’ve been appalled. To be quite honest, you weren’t even sure if the lady was British or not, but it seemed fitting and the way Robin was laughing made you embarrassing yourself a teensy bit worth it.

“Not to mention she’s spewing apple chunks all over me. I can never unsee that image.” You shuddered, shaking your head and his laughs dulled down to chuckles.

“That’s not that bad. Once, our health class teacher was covering contraceptives and such. And he stands in front of the entire class and, with absolutely no hesitation, asks ‘So boys and girls, what are your favorite condom brands?’” You burst into laughter at that hiding your face in your hands as tears began blurring your vision.

“Oh, my goodness, I can’t breathe, stop talking!” You interrupted his story, clutching your stomach and flopping on your back from laughing so hard. He laughed, watching you writhe on the floor, unable to stop the choked chortles that were leaving your lips. Your stomach felt like you had just done an ab workout.

The movie that was playing had long gotten over, the credits frozen on the screen as you both continued to talk, recounting all the hilarious stories you could remember as music played in the background, “Alright, so it’s an all-girls program and all of the girls are chattering about and have their own little groups in the auditorium. And my principal goes, ‘Why are you all standing so close? You all are straight girls, are you not?’”

“Not as bad as a girl volunteering to sing during a school assembly before serenading me in front of the entire school. Even though we’ve never actually talked.” He blushed, remembering just how embarrassing the situation was. You threw your head back, missing the moment Robin took to admire you.

“You little Casanova. Are you really complaining about being a heartthrob?” You teased, nudging him playfully and he rolled his eyes though it was hidden by his glasses.

Eventually the stories and laughter begin to die down as your ears tune into the music playing in the background. Just as a fun, rap song that you weren’t paying attention to but were sure had something to do with sex ended, you heard the familiar tune flow through the speakers and smiled as the singers’ voices filled your ears.

“Ahh, I love this song.” You smiled, listening to the first verse. It was a pretty love song that always got you singing when you heard it playing in the car. It was the song you listened to on repeat when you read a romance book to give you the right feels. Closing your eyes, you recalled the last book you read to the music, smiling as the feeling of giddiness began to flow through you.

“Care to join me for a dance?”

When you opened your eyes, Robin was holding a hand out for you, a gentle and reassuring smile on his face and you didn’t hesitate before taking his hand. If he had asked at the start of the night, you probably would’ve blushed and felt nervous just by holding his hand but after spending a couple hours together, you were finally in tune with each other.

You didn’t mind resting your hands on his shoulders as his floated around your waist before you began swaying to the rhythm. You had spent the whole day together, more or less in the same way; resting against each other while watching the movie, holding his hand when he attempted to throw a ball with your lacrosse stick and failing before you stepped behind him to show him how it was done and finally feeding each other food as you attempted to play the guess different foods while blindfolded.

You giggled at the way Robin squirmed when the petals of your corsage tickled his neck, still swaying out of beat to the song but it didn’t really matter, you were just trying hard not to trip over the slight train of the dress or on his feet.

“It’s occurring to me that I haven’t actually thanked you for all of this.” You began, eyes darting around the place as you took in just how much he had done for you today and your heart swelled in your chest, smiling softly without even realizing it. His fingers tightened their grip on your waist slightly and the light blush crawling on his cheeks was the only indication that he was feeling slightly embarrassed.

You looked him back in the eye, well at your reflection in his sunglasses, “I’m really touched, Rob. No one’s ever done anything like this for me and I really don’t know what to say to make you understand just how much this means to me. Thank you.”

Thank you didn’t even begin to express how much you felt for him at this point, dancing with you in bare feet across the hall. A night you had been dreading for a while, a night you thought would be spent all alone was made one of the best ones since you opened your eyes on the planet just because of him. You couldn’t tell him how grateful you were for that.

He felt embarrassed that you were putting him on the spot this way. You had said so much and a simple ‘You’re welcome’ didn’t seem right to say. It felt awkward and distant and off-putting, how would you continue the conversation after he so rudely shut you down without any other way to continue?

His hands were slightly sweating against your dress and if you noticed the increase of warmth from his palms, you didn’t say anything. So, he said the only thing he could to sort of fill the silence, “It was nothing, really. You really don’t have to thank me; I didn’t do much. Besides, I hardly think any of this could compare to your real pro—”

He was cut of by your hands slowly sliding to delicately cup his cheeks before slanting your lips over his in your first kiss. He inhaled sharply against your lips, fingertips digging into your waist. The kiss itself wasn’t much, just a silky brush of your lips against his without any pressure before you pulled back and gave him an endearing smile, “Thank you.”

He returned it, pulling you a teensy bit closer so he could hold you against him but still far enough so you couldn’t feel his heartbeat thrumming against his ribcage.

***

Not even twenty minutes after the two of you had parted with whispered goodnights, you climbed up the stairs to Robin’s nest, with your makeup freshly washed off and dressed in comfy pajamas. You saw the tip of Robin’s head peek out from the beanbag and smiled. Your heart was slowly sinking to your stomach with the thought of talking to him.

“Hey.”

He turned around, seemingly surprised to see you which he never seemed before. Usually, he could hear you from a mile away. The tie around his neck was loosened, the top button undone and his suit jacket lay wrinkled beside him, though he was still wearing his glasses.

Nonetheless, he gave you a gentle smile, scooting over a little so you could plop beside him on the beanbag, “Missed me already?”

“Yeah.” The honesty in your voice caught him off-guard and he found himself blushing and avoiding your eyes as he waited for you to speak again and tell him why you came up here. Of course, his heart leaped at the thought that you were up here just to see him, even though you spent the whole night together.

“Listen about earlier,” He turned his head to you but this time it was you who wouldn’t look at him, playing with your fingers in your lap, “About the kiss; I’m sorry.”

He could hardly hear anything other than his heartbeat when he heard the tone in your voice and he knew that something bad was going to come. Were you going to tell him that it was a mistake and that you regret it? He wouldn’t hold it against you but his heart tore at even the thought.

“I shouldn’t have done it without asking for permission first, I’m sorry. I was just reliving it and I realized that I never actually asked if I could, you know? It’s just I really like you and got caught up in nerves and emotions and all—” Somehow you managed to catch yourself rambling and stopped, taking a deep breath, “Anyway, if it made you uncomfortable, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

You glanced back up at him with a shy smile, “Are you gonna say something or, do you want me to leave….”

If it was possible, you looked even more beautiful barefaced and hair pulled back from your face than you did in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen you in before.

“Could I kiss you? Please?”

Your breath got caught in your throat and you found yourself leaning in before you could even think of saying anything.

Who were you to say no?

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autistic losers hcs!!

richie

-major stimmer, vocal and motor stims to the max

-doesn’t get overstimulated easily

-he actually prefers a lot of stimulation at once because it’s very easy for him to feel understimulated

-if it’s something that he doesn’t like though it’s easy to get overstimulated

-for example he doesn’t mind when all the losers are talking/stimming/doing something noisy at once because he feels safe and comfortable with them

-but if he’s at a family event and he’s got a lot of people crowding him and trying to touch and talk to him he’s not okay with that and he’ll have to go somewhere else

-music is one of his favorite stims and eddie is often concerned he’ll blow his eardrums out with how loudly he listens to it

-his favorite texture is denim so catch him rocking double denim way too often

-he wears a baggy denim jacket with patches and pins all over it and it makes him so happy it’s his main comfort object

-can hear fluorescent lights

-special interests in pokémon and five nights at freddy’s with smaller SpIns in computer mechanics and coding

-echolalia extreme

eddie

-sonia put him through ABA when he was younger so he’s still trying to unlearn a lot of the harmful things that he was forced to learn

-doesn’t stim and speaks very slowly because he’s trying to speak how he was taught

-richie and bev especially try to get him to let loose and stim bc they know it makes them feel so much better when they don’t have to mask but they can be insensitive sometimes without meaning to be

-bill understands how tough it can be to talk even though it’s for a different reason so he doesn’t pressure him

-sometimes though they can get him on one of his special interests and he’ll ramble and they all try really hard not to bring attention to it because they love when he does this but they don’t wanna make him self conscious

-sticks to a routine wherever he can

-special interests in vintage cars and medicine, specifically pediatric medicine

bev

- between ptsd and autism, she hates being touched

- which is very difficult for richie who stims by touching and being touched but he manages bc he would hate to make her upset

- she stims with loud music and wool

- she crochets little gifts to give the losers

- but for richie and eddie she sews little things out of silk or plush because neither of them can stand the texture of wool

- black and white thinking

- 0 filter

- happy stims to no end (when she's not at home and masking)

- loves to dance and flap/overall physically stim and isn't ashamed even though other ppl try to make her feel bad about it bc theyre assholes

bill

- nonverbal and it's usually by choice but sometimes involuntary

- uses a mix of sign language and communication cards to get by (and ofc the losers learn asl so they can talk to him even if it's more difficult for some of them)

- a lot of people think he's dumb because he never talks but he's very smart and writes beautifully

- writing for communication takes too long and he and the others all get impatient but he writes stories that he'll share with the others

- he'll have mike read most of them because he just has a voice that itches all their brains nicely

ben

-hyperempathetic

-echolalia and flaps but he’s not a huge motor stimmer

-he likes visually stimming

-red is his favorite color so he’s a big fan of making red stimboards

-very bad at making eye contact but he will stare

-also has to stick to routine

-cant hide his emotions whatsoever

-touch-averse if it’s anyone but the losers and even then it’s only sometimes

-has only a few safe foods so he eats a lot of mac and cheese, donuts, and applesauce

-SpIn in medieval architecture

stan

- incredibly routine-based and will have a full meltdown if you change any part of it without letting him know in advance

- doesn't vocal stim often but one of his favorites is imitating different bird calls

- will often get hebrew prayers stuck in his head and will sing softly under his breath and rock on his tiptoes as his 'idle animation'

- special interests in ornithology (obvi) and calculus

- his mom once found him reading a calculus textbook in eighth grade front to back and over again

- very smart but like bill, isn't very verbal so people often underestimate him

- refuses to make eye contact which is one of the only reasons he ever gets in trouble at school (dumb reason but yk those teachers)

- terrible issues with authority in that he cannot break rules so even though richie would love to take him on he and bev's 'adventures' (where they ditch class to go vape under the bleachers), he learned very quickly that that cannot happen

- has a little plushie of a robin that eddie found for him that he keeps in his backpack/whatever bag he has on him as a little comfort object, he rubs it when he's feeling stressed and it helps him relax

mike

- gets overstimulated by "weird" things

- he's been listening to loud machinery and the sounds of sheep and cows and chickens all making noises over each other since he could hear basically, so loud or overlapping noises don't bother him much

- but he doesn't do well with a lot of visual stimulation

- wears sunglasses and/or a hat pretty much whenever they go out because bright lights make him anxious and give him a headache

- sticks to neutral-colored clothing because bright colors also give him a headache

- richie has actually semi-accidentally stolen a lot of his sweatshirts and flannels by taking them to cover up because he Loves wearing bright colors both as a visual stim and just for fun

- his main special interest is d&d and he's roped all of the rest of them into playing with him

- also loves animal crossing

- physically stims by petting/playing with the animals

- will made a rope swing so that he can get his vestibular (?) stimming in too

[dibs4ever]

First time for Dick Grayson

Dick remembers the first time he found Barbara attractive

He always thought she was beautiful. But the first time he supposes he saw her as——Sexy

They were 16. They’d been best friends as well as Batgirl and Robin together for the past 2 years

He’d been away most of the summer training in different forms of martial arts all around the world

She’d stayed back in Gotham aiding Batman

But it was the week before their Junior year of high school started and Alfred had convinced Bruce to allow the two teens to have the weekend off to spend time together as friends instead of vigilantes.

He was already in the manor pool. Floating around on a raft,eyes closed, getting some sun rays.

“Long time no see Boy Wonder” came a familiar voice.

He chuckled “Yeah 8 weeks without-“ he paused. Opening his eyes to see the woman before him. Had 8 weeks really made THAT big of a difference or did the 8 weeks not seeing her make him forget what she looked like?

There she stood before him, in a Navy Blue Bikkini (his favorite color) the bathing suit bottoms hips went high with the waist line low emphasizing her curves that he didn’t know she had. The top simply-modest but just enough cleavage that the attention wasn’t fully taken away from her breast. He admired the splashes of tiny freckles that decorated the exposed cleavage, had they grown? Dick shook his head thanking his stars that he was wearing sunglasses so she couldn’t see his gawking eyes. Her hair had definitely grown—she usually had it up during Batgirl duty or school so he couldn’t be certain. But right now it was down, her gorgeous Titan red locks falling in loose waves that just reached past her chest.

“Earth to Grayson?” Her voice spoke

Dick shook his head and looked up at her

“Hey” he smiled

She grinned down at him “Thought I lost you- drifting back to the slumber I woke you from?”

He took of his sunglasses so he could meet her eyes and shook his head “Nah just thinking... this summer seemed like a lot longer than 2 months.”

He watched her as she walked around the deck, tossing her beach towel onto a chair before making her way to the pools stairs and stepping in only about 10 feet from where his raft had drifted

She nodded “I know, I feel like all I did was train”

She threw her head back and groaned “Do I look-muscular to you?” She asked looking down at herself

Dick shook his head, sliding down off his raft and into the water. Slowly walking toward her “No you look.....you look great Babs.”

She flashed him a smile and stepped closer “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself”

Before he knew it they were hugging.

Here he was 16 years old- 5 minutes ago thinking his best friend was sexy for the first time and now they were in a pool, wet, with the bare minimum of clothing on, in a tight embrace. “I missed you.” She whispered against his ear

He nodded into her still dry hair “I missed you too”

Should I do one of the first time Barbara thought Dick was sexy??

[incorrectbatfam]

We’re Okay (We’ll Live This Way)

Kon-El Week day 2: Soulmate | Rarepair

Summary

Classic AU where you don’t see color until you look into your soulmate’s eyes.

“Should we tell them?” Tim asked.

–

Kon yelped as he stepped on another LEGO. “Jon, please pick up your stuff. Tim’s gonna be here any minute and I don’t need any toy-related injuries!”

“Riiight, your soulmate’s coming.” As the ten-year-old picked up his blocks, he chanted, “Tim and Kon sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

“Just pick it up,” Kon said. “Humans are breakable.”

The farmhouse was nowhere near ready for Kon’s partner’s arrival. The couch cushions weren’t straightened and there was a cobweb on the ceiling and Krypto wouldn’t stop shedding. Tim was probably used to a spick-and-span mansion without a speck of dust in sight, and the thought of not being able to deliver the level of perfection he deserved made Kon want to tear his hair out. Except if he did that, he’d look like a scraggly bridge troll and Tim would leave him for someone more attractive.

He hadn’t noticed he was hyperventilating until he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

Crinkles formed under Lois’s kind eyes as she smiled softly. “Don’t worry, Kon. Tim is your soulmate—he’ll love you no matter what.”

He gulped. “Right. Yeah. He loves me. He loves me.”

Kon repeated that as he made his way upstairs and changed out of his pajamas. Lois was probably going to make him do at least one chore, so he went with a simple pair of jeans, a vintage music festival shirt, and a single hoop earring. And, just for giggles, he threw on a pair of Batman socks Tim had gotten him as a gag gift.

Farm work meant no leather jacket. His flannel shirt was draped over his bedpost. It could be taken as either country flannel, hipster flannel, or gay flannel. He tied it around his waist so people knew it was gay. 

Sunlight bounced off the dresser mirror as Kon fixed his hair, castling narrow beams along the wall. He really should get a haircut, but that notion was quickly replaced with an image of Tim playing with Kon’s curls whenever they were working late on Mount Justice. Kon loved when Tim did that. Bart and Cassie poked fun at them all the time, but Kon didn’t mind so long as he had his Robin in his arms. 

He applied his strawberry lip balm before setting the tiny container down next to his sunglasses and wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, unable to quell his rising nerves.

Pinned to the bulletin board was a calendar; the current date had been circled over and over. Most people didn’t make a big deal of an anniversary because soulmates were forever and blah blah blah, but Kon begged to differ. One year was a big deal.

He tossed his dirty laundry into a hamper which he then shoved into his closet. He made his bed with a little help from his TTK, which he also used to open the window and let in the crisp early October air. Hopefully no leaves would blow inside.

Lois had designated inside as a no-fly zone, so Kon slid down the banister into the kitchen where he found his mother figure assembling sandwiches and fruit salads. A picnic basket sat on the counter. Kon popped a raspberry into his mouth as he slid across the tile in his socks. His brows furrowed when he counted the number of Tupperwares she’d set out.

“Wait, what’s with the extra two?”

.

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@kon-el-week

[imabee-oralizard]

STRANGER THINGS S4 Episode 9 SPOILERS

I did this in my notes as I watched the episode. So if you’d care to read go ahead but it’s all over the place.

And @nevilleismywhore this is pretty much what I was gonna send to you for my thoughts so yeah

Joyce and hopper finally kissing!! Amazing. Made me so happy to finally see them not ignoring their feelings Max and Lucas conversation when they were writing on the paper was so adorable. And them planning a movie date 👀 And how would vecna not know that they were there just because they weren’t talking “Try before you deny” The way that will looked over at mike, el, and argyl was so sad Love the conversation between Jonathan and will Will crying definitely didn’t make me want to cry 😭 Els outfit looked so good when it was just the shirt and pants and she was getting into the water And I do kinda like the sunglasses that mike made It took me a minute to realize that “Lucas” was actually vecna and I was getting so mad at him like wtf how could you say that to her then I realized and was like ohhhh Also Eddie saying “this is for you Chrissy” was just so adorable And seriously those jocks had to come and be a pain in the ass for their plan Eddie and Dustin are such dorks and I love it. Them celebrating getting the bats distracted is just prime content I would’ve stepped on those vines are quickly like idk how they made it through The balloons popping blood made me think of IT This episode is giving me a whole different level of anxiety 3:40am and 1 hour and 16 minutes left. Bathroom and water break lol The speed my heart is beating at this moment. Eddie and Dustin fighting the bats and hopper being bait. My butt is literally clenched The tears are here. How could Eddie do this Also as Eddie rode away and the sky was doing that color thing it looked like two big monster eyes The subtitles said “wet footsteps sauelching” when vecna was walking 😭💀 ELEVENNNNN “I piggy backed from a pizza dough freezer”- eleven It’s 4am and 1 hour left Wait. If Dustin had to jump like that through to the upside down and not he’s hurt. How’s he supposed to get back The way that will looked at mike when he was confessing to el 😭I feel so bad for them Please tell me max isn’t dead Please say el saved her in time Please tell me Eddie is okay and that hopper gets the demigorgoms trapped Can we talk about how hot Enzo is though Vecna sounds like a dinosaur I’m surprised that vecna didn’t have the vines actually kill Nancy, Steve and Robin since he had them for so long Awesome sword Chrissy’s dead body in the background behind el 😭😭 (Hopper grunts) (vecna bellows) Kate bush in the background just sounds so good Max 😭my baby Nancy looks so hot with the gun How is my man not dead yet Love hopper slicing up the demigorgon (Understood, hopeful music) Yeah I’m crying now Eddie and max. How could they do this to me And don’t even get time to morn cause now we hear the grandfather clock. Of course What the hell is happening My WiFi is messing up 💀 Holy shit Is el gonna save max!!! Is she gonna kill herself to save max?? Two days later??!!!!!? Mike will and them are coming back to Hawkins not even knowing is their friends and family are still alive Cute reunion Max?? So she’s not dead but…. El brought her back you idiot Please tell me el gets her to wake up Why doesn’t Dustin have a leg brace Gay gay gay Dustin talking to Eddie’s uncle is just. I can’t it’s so sad Eddie better not be dead Argyle is the perfect amount of weird 😂 Is their world turning into the upside down?! Why didn’t I get my gay boys yet either Finished at 5:13am

[fireflykaizoku]

Sabo x Reader | College AU | Long Distance Love (?) | Chapter 3

[1] - [2]

(F/F) - Favorite flavor

(F/C) - Favorite color

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A few weeks later you got an email from another university, sadly not the one you actually wanted to go, but it was about 1 hour drive from Ace and Sabo. You got approved, but couldn’t get excited over it. You didn’t want to sound ungrateful or sad, it was just… Disappointing. But still, it would be better than staying where you are right now.

Sabo was just so happy for you, so he went to your place to celebrate. He bought a small (F/F) cake and a small package wrapped with a (F/C) bow.

ꟷ This is for you. ꟷ he smiled. ꟷ A little present to decorate your room while you’re not living with us yet.

You opened it, excited and curious. It was a framed picture of you, Sabo, Luffy and Ace when you were kids playing dress up or something. You and Sabo were together as always. Him wearing a top hat, you wearing a princess crown and a towel pretending it was a long dress. Luffy was dressed up as a pirate, and Ace was dressed up as a cowboy.

You remember how the other brothers kept teasing you, saying that you and Sabo were prince and princess, and how you two would end up getting married. Being a kid, you just got angry and punched them every time they said that.

It’s ironic how things turned out.

ꟷ That’s so cute, Sabo! ꟷ you said, still looking at the picture and smiling. ꟷ Thank you so much.

ꟷ I got one for my room too. Of course, Ace will be the only one I won’t miss. He’ll annoy me on a daily basis for sure.

A week later it was the day you two would have to say goodbye. It was a Saturday, and he’d leave in the morning, and you’d leave later in the afternoon. It was heartbreaking, to say at least. You hugged each other and tried not to cry.

ꟷ Don’t worry, we’ll visit you next weekend! ꟷ the raven haired boy said, while sitting on the driver’s seat. ꟷ You won’t get rid of us that easily.

ꟷ Yes, and you’ll visit us the weekend after, okay? ꟷ the blonde said, drying your tears.

You nodded, trying to smile.

It wasn’t a goodbye forever, but it was still weird and sad. It was a new routine without them.

Sabo was gonna live with Ace and his two other friends, Marco and Thatch. Meanwhile, you moved in with two girls, Nami and Robin. They seemed cool. The orange haired girl was fun, and a bit obsessed with money, she also seemed to like to travel. The dark haired girl was older, had lots of books and was so polite. She made tea for you, and spoke a few different languages.

On Monday you were nervous about your first day, worried about making friends and meeting new people. Gladly, things went fine. You ended up making some friends and meeting some professors.

When you went back home, the first thing you did was messaging your best friend/crush to hear how his first day was. He also made some friends, most of them were Ace’s friends as well. He also talked about two brothers that go to the same classes as him, one of them acts as if he owned the place and wears weird sunglasses and a pink feathered jacket, and the other was so clumsy he set himself on fire a few times while trying to light a cigarette.

By the end of the week, it became a routine: you’d go home after college, eat, study and then facetime Sabo so you two wouldn’t feel too distant. He spent most of his day looking forward to see your cute face, and hear you complain about whatever classmate and talk about your day.

ꟷ We met our new professor today. ꟷ the blonde said, while walking from the kitchen to his room holding his phone. ꟷ His name is Shanks. He’s badass. He looks a little like a drunk, has a scar and doesn’t have an arm. We tried to find out how he lost it, but apparently, he tells a different story to each person? I guess it’s his secret.

ꟷ He sounds cool. ꟷ you giggled. ꟷ I met my professor Dracule today. He looks so… Mysterious. Oh and he speaks Spanish! And all the girls think he is hot.

ꟷ … And do you? ꟷ you couldn’t notice, but his voice sounded a little jealous.

ꟷ Nah. He’s not my type. ꟷ you took a bite of the pasta you were eating. ꟷ But he is cool. Oh and I met some cool people you’d like to meet! There’s a dude with a green hair called Zoro who sleeps a lot. And there’s Usopp. He tells us the craziest stories! And Sanji who tries to flirt with every girl he sees.

Sabo could hear you talking for hours. It was so cute how you got excited, especially since you were so sad about studying a bit far from him and Ace.

ꟷ And there’s this dog here, we feed him so he’s like our mascot. People named him Chopper. ꟷ you said. ꟷ Do you guys have a dog too?

ꟷ Kinda. There’s this dude, his name is Law. He is a bit quiet, it’s weird. But he’s super smart. He has a dog named Bepo who walks around the campus. I’ll show you a picture tomorrow!

And finally, on Friday night, Ace and Sabo went to visit you.

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tag list: @flowersgirl02 - @pure-kirarin

[bunni-bino]

Could I request fluffy headcanons of Sanji with a blind s/o? The man needs some love after whole cake island 🥺

Sanji With A Blind S/O

A/n : anon, I love you. Thank you for requesting! :)) especially for requesting for Sanji- 🥺💙 he deserves the whole world after everything.

Summary : Just sweet headcannons for life with Sanji with a blind significant other.

note : I reallyyy wanted to make this a scenario but I have too many ideas for it and it’s too hard to choose just one ;-;

Also, some reallyyyyy long headcannons. And I tried to keep it GN! But some female gender is hinted in it :/ I’m sorry.

Also, I couldn’t help but add the general straw hats reaction and interaction with you before Sanji, it’s just extra writing and how they would treat you so it’s really nothing lol.

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General Straw Hats

So you’re blind. The crew was pretty surprised when they first met you, but after seeing how skillful you were despite your handicap, they were just in awe and Luffy decided to recruit you.

Now that you were on the ship and joined them on their adventures, the crew were pretty careful and kept an eye on you, even if you managed to handle yourself through your daily life.

Nami and Robin would guide you and help you to the showers and to get a change of clothes for you,

while Usopp, Chopper and Brook did their best to aid you themselves with other tasks, like leading you to the kitchen or to make sure you wouldn’t bump into anything or hurt yourself somehow.

The crew didn’t trust Zoro and Luffy for obvious reasons, knowing how reckless they can be, while Franky was a giant cyborg. Part of the girls were concerned that he’d unintentionally hurt you somehow.

They’re much aware of how strong you are but sometimes they can’t help but aid you with your disability, they care about you after all.

-

With Sanji

Man, did Sanji adore you.

Even though you were blind, he treated you like every other person and still swooned and adored you every second he laid eyes on you.

He would always be by your side though, constantly there to aid you if the others weren’t around and made sure you were comfortable and had what you needed. If you needed anything at all, Sanji was there to grab it for you within seconds.

Bonding and spending so much time with you, Sanji began to grow feelings. You would opt to stay in the kitchen while Sanji cooked, getting to talk and know about him since there wasn’t much else you could do.

If you were willing to listen, aside from personal stories and such, Sanji would explain every detail of his cooking process for what he was making for lunch/dinner that day.

He’ll make sure the aroma fills the room so you can get a sense of the delicious smell and let you try his cooking first, feeding you himself.

“Say, Ah, [Name]-chan!” When you open your mouth and lean forward to take the bite, you would pull back and chew on it, your eyes staring straight at the wall in front of you, before smiling at how delicious it was.

The cute action would melt Sanji’s heart instantly, and he’ll be so in love.

You would realize that you’re in love with the cook before Sanji does, because once you hear his voice or sense his footsteps, your mood immediately brightens and you’re having a great day.

You’d always find yourself smiling in his presence, just him talking about anything would get your happiness levels rising, loving to be near him and listen to him.

-

However, there are very few and rare times where Sanji thinks he’s being sly and careful, especially when you’re in the shower.

Usually, Robin or Nami would be on guard, or even Chopper while you’re showering or taking a bath, to prevent any of the boys from looking in and taking advantage of your blindness.

Sanji is still a bit of a pervert so he would try to sneak in when the girls aren’t around and Chopper is easy to be distracted so it wasn’t hard.

However, blindness came with heightened senses, so you already knew who was coming up due to his footsteps. “Sanji? I know you’re there.”

Sanji would end up tripping over his own two feet, not having expected that you would find out so easily and quickly stand up, turning away from you as he holds a hand to his blood-leaking nose. “[N-Name]-Chan!-“

You only chuckle at him and already knowing he was respecting your privacy and wasn’t looking, you stand up and wrap a towel around yourself to dry off before putting on your clothes. “I’m disappointed in you, Sanji.” You would click your tongue and tsk him teasingly as you made your way out carefully.

Sanji would feel his nose bleed gush out harder at you as you walk past him and he might even pass out.

-

Aside from that, Sanji would still spend so much time with you, taking you with him as you explore new islands and he’ll take you out to different places that you might be interested in, explaining everything in detail about the island and what there is to see.

He’ll have your arm hooked in his so you don’t get lost, maybe even try to slip into a hand-hold, intertwined fingers even, but would be too nervous to. So when you initiate it, he’ll explode inside, his heart bursting at how innocent and cute you are.

Now, if you’re in public and people are staring at you because they either, notice you wearing sunglasses to hide your eyes even though the weather may not particularly ask for it, or if you aren’t wearing any and people can just see the whites of your eyes, Sanji is on their ass immediately.

Sanji would go to great lengths to make sure you aren’t hurt from their words, whether they’re trying to be secretive about it or not.

“Look at them, they’re eyes are completely white!”

“Why are they blind?”

“Must suck to not be able to see anything.”

They’re words are blunt and a bit harsh. It doesn’t matter if you don’t care about their pitiful looks or harsh comments, Sanji is there to defend you.

“What did you say? I’d appreciate if you didn’t insult them so casually like that.” If they continue to be ignorant and rude to you, he’s kicking them to another island.

“Sanji, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” You assure him, not wanting to cause any trouble but Sanji only frowns. “But, [Name]-chan. They’re saying hurtful things and-“

“It’s okay! I have you with me, and your kindness overpowers their rudeness.” You smile at him, despite not looking directly at him.

Sanji would feel his heart fill with warmth as he gives his own smile and nods. “I see.” And he’ll hold your hand himself and lead you away from the public.

-

It’s only when you two are up all night talking one day, does he realize that he’s in love with you. You were in the kitchen, sitting across from each other and sharing a cup of tea as you shared small stories.

While you were sharing your own story and was turned to face him directly, Sanji would get lost and distracted, just staring at you.

He’ll smile and admire your face for a brief moment, taking in all your beautiful features before settling onto your eyes.

Even though they were just the whites of your eyes, he could see the glassy like look, and just imagines to himself what you would look like with an eye color. And what eye color you might have or may match you well.

He wouldn’t even notice you had stopped talking until you gently search and reach for his hand. “Sanji?..”

“Ah, sorry [Name]-chan. I got distracted looking at your beautiful face.” He smoothly compliments, seeing your cheeks warm just slightly at it as you brush him off.

After all, you couldn’t tell how beautiful you were, since you couldn’t look in the mirror. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sanji.” Sanji just smiles wider at you and chuckles. “I’m not, I mean it, [Name]-chan. You look stunning.”

Your heart swells with love and warmth and you smile at him, holding his hand tightly as you two decide to turn in for the rest of the night.

-

“Sanji?” You call out softly one day, while you were both in the kitchen. Sanji hums in response, showing that he was there and listening. “Can.. I touch you?..”

Sanji would be a bit taken back, before nodding slowly, forgetting you couldn’t see. “I-Oh, of course, [Name]-chan.. may I ask why?”

You smile gently as you listen to him make his way over to you, sitting beside you and tapped your hands to signal he was there.

Carefully reaching up to grab his face, making it to his shoulders and slowly moved up to his neck and then felt his skin, finally approaching his face and felt it carefully.

“I wanted to get an image of you.” You say simply, smiling more when you felt his eye, his mouth that you knew was curled into a smile, and even his little swirly eyebrow.

“Can you tell me your hair and eye color?” As you asked that, you feel his hair on the right side of his face which covered his eye and smile more, gently brush it with your fingers.

“My hair is blonde, and my eyes are black.” He answers softly, feeling the gentleness of your fingers against his skin and relaxed at your touch.

When you finally pull away, you couldn’t help the small giggle escaping your lips. “You sure are handsome.”

Sanji would feel his heart explode in his chest, his cheeks warming as he chuckles a bit. “[Name]-chan!~” he swoons, in love already. You may be blind, but he trusted your instincts and hearing such a compliment from you made his heart warm.

-

When Sanji finally confesses to you after realizing his feelings, it’s late at night. He’s holding your hand and brings you outside where the only light is the moon and it shines down on you.

“Sanji. What are we doing out here? It’s late isn’t it?” Sanji only smiles at your innocence and soft voice, as he cups your cheeks gently and turns you so you face right at him, even though you couldn’t see him.

“[Name]-chan..” He start out slowly, watching you tilt your head upwards to him and had the purest expression on your face. You could sense his small nervousness, him taking small breaths to relax himself.

“After spending so much time together, I’ve come to realize just how much I love with you..” your eyes widen when you realize it’s turning into a confession, you feeling your heart beat picking up and you could sense his was as well.

“I love your smile, I love your voice, I love how kind you are, I love how you don’t let anyone put you down, despite your handicap..” he continues on and on, making you chuckle slightly as he does the same and stops himself before he continues further.

“I’m in love with you, [Name]-chan. Will you be mine?..” you could tell how nervous he was, and although you couldn’t see nothing but darkness, you could only imagine how red his cheeks were as he cupped yours, yours warming up at his words.

“Of course, Sanji. I’m in love with you as well.” You admit, smiling warmly.

“My day brightens when I hear your voice. I become so happy when I hear your footsteps, because I know you’re coming to check on me. You defend me from people who comment on my disability, you’re amazingly strong and protect me from harm during battle, you compliment me every chance you get, you make sure I never feel left out and explain to me everything you guys see so I’m not alone.. you make me feel loved, like I belong.”

Feeling his heart melt at your words and how hot his cheeks were feeling, he only smiles more and grins almost. “Of course you belong.” He then bites his lip as he leans close to you slowly. “..may I?” He respectfully asks, waiting for your approval and permission.

Already knowing what he wanted, you smile shyly and nod. With that, Sanji leans closer and closed his eyes, connecting his lips with yours as he entraps you into a kiss. It was short, but filled with sweet passion.

After Sanji pulls away, he caressed your cheek gently and brushes a strand of your hair away from your face, watching the moonlight shine beautifully down onto your figure.

“I love you, Sanji.”

“I love you, [Name]-chan.”

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a/n : boy were those some long headcannons.. hope you enjoyed! :D these were more general but nonetheless, I still wrote it and I like it soo.. I hope you do too.

This is late at night so if there is any mistakes, let me know.

[unknownwriting]

Strawberry Kisses

Summary: The reader has new Chapstick and Sanji can’t figure out the new flavor. 

Character(s): Vinsmoke Sanji

Song Inspiration: Strawberry Kisses by Olivia Herdt

Word count: 2.6k

Notes: tbh I’m not sure how I feel about this but imma post it anyways. When I was writing it I was reading Host Club sooo Sanji might act a bit like Tamaki because I can’t help see them as the same person 😭

━━☆⌒*.

It’s the same routine for every morning. Sanji would wake up early to cook breakfast for the crew while he leaves his lover asleep. He would love to wake her up to have someone to talk to this early in the morning but he knows well enough not to wake Y/n this early in the morning. The blonde cook lingers in bed for a moment longer looking down at his sleeping lover. They didn’t have a big bed but that didn’t seem to matter, they were all upon each other. Y/n was curled up into his chest while one of his arms draped over her hip. It was a good thing the 2 of them don’t move much when they sleep. Sanji pulled her closer and watched her steady breathing. Her h/c hair was an absolute mess and her mouth hung open, leaving a small trail of drool onto the pillow. Saying she looked like a mess would be an understatement but that what he loves about her.

Sanji felt so bad leaving. He didn’t want to leave her alone but someone’s gotta cook the food for their rowdy crew. With one last squeeze, which caused a small groan to escape from Y/n’s lips, Sanji softly kissed her exposed forehead and finally began to his day. An hour without Y/n is never that bad. And soon enough an hour came and gone like it was nothing. One by one his crew mates began to fill the kitchen. Sanji finished up the last of the food preparation, making sure to leave a small port soon to the side for Y/n. She’s always the last one to wake up in the morning, and because the food never last longer than 5 minutes, he always make sure Y/n has food before anyone else. Y/n finally made it to the lively kitchen, upon seeing her still half asleep mood his face lit up. She just as beautiful as ever, even if her hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in days. Sleep still clouded her actions as she stumbled her way to the hip of her lover. It took her a while for her eyes to adjust but once they did and landed on Sanji, her face lit up.

“Mornin’!” Y/n giggled, pressing herself up against the male wanting to feel his body warmth again. Sanji scoffed at the action as her took on of his arms and snaked it around her waist.

“Did you sleep well, princess?” Sanji questioned as he leaded down and gave her a small peck on her lips. Y/n scrunched up her nose for the early morning touch before she smiled and returned the peck.

“Amazing, as always.” She sighed, wiggling out of his grasp so she can finally eat breakfast. The 2 of them has been dating for a while. And of course, that doesn’t mean didn’t have a rocky start. With Sanji’s obsession with girls it was bound the be a struggle. Luckily, the love Y/n felt for him was strong enough to look past it. They had worked though it and seeing how Sanji‘s obsession with girls isn’t gonna stop anytime soon, Y/n trust Sanji not to do anything (thankfully Y/n doesn’t get jealous easily either). Surprisingly, it’s been smooth sailing so far, give or take. 

With Sanji being a passionate lover and all, it was also no surprise that he knew almost everything about Y/n. From her favorite foods (duh) to her secrets to and even when it was her time of the month. It was creepy but in a nice way. And so it’s safe to say that he also knows what her kisses taste like. In the morning her kisses always taste like mint because of the chapstick she puts on after brushing her teeth. It was probably the best thing in the world to the lovesick cook, he had easily got use to it when they started dating. However this morning was different, she didn’t taste like the normal mint, she tasted fruity. His blue eyes trailed over to his lover who now sat at the table with the others, talking about todays plans. With the flavor still lingering on his lips, he continued to try and figure out what the flavor could be. His eyes watched as her glossed lips curled into a smile, as if she was teasing him. Taking a moment to try and figure out what the flavor is himself, he let out a soft hum as he joined Y/n at the table. At first she didn’t bother to look over seeing how she was enjoying her conversation with Usopp and Nami, but once Sanji’s large hand rested on her thigh, she glanced over at him. Sanji did not waste a minute, once Y/n looked over at Sanji, he attcked her lips once again. She let out a small yelp from the sudden action and placed her hand on his chest to try and push him back. 

Nami and Usopp, who were both having a conversation with Y/n simply rolled their eyes at the couple before continuing their conversation without her. It common to find Sanji doing those type of things. Random kisses and hugs, random burst of ‘I love you’, cheesy date nights. It doesn’t take a genius to learn he’s a hopeless romantic. Of course that doesn’t stop the crew from reacting themselves. Zoro would complain about it, Nami and Usopp would yell at him for when he gets to cheesy, or when he makes Y/n embarrass, or does it at an inapporapte time, and Robin, Franky and Brook would always comment on how flustered Y/n ends up getting. Even if it does annoy the others and makes Y/n embarrassed sometimes, they all know he means well. Finally Y/n efforts of pushing against him payed off. Sanji finally back off of Y/n giving her space and her mouth back so she can eat. Catching her breath, Y/n looked at Sanji with her eyebrow raised, “What’s this about?”

“Your chapstick...It’s different.” Sanji muttered, trying to focus on the flavor. He was a cook for god’s sake and he can’t even figured out a the flavor of Y/n chapstick even if it is artificially flavored. Adrianna saw the look of confusion on his face as he was deep in thought. It was rare to see Sanji like this, normally he would swoon over it and make those weird faces but this time was different. His swirled eyebrows furrowed together and his blue eyes staring at her lips, hoping to get an answer. It was one of the very rare moments when Sanji’s actually cute.

“Yeah, I ran out of the other one. You like it?” Y/n giggled, as she turned back to her food.

“I’m not sure. What flavor is it?” 

“Hmm.” Y/n hummed wondering if she should tell him or not. There were pros and cons of telling him and not telling him. If she doesn’t tell him then she can see this rare cute side of Sanji that she doesn’t get the see often but if she doesn’t tell him then she has no idea what is gonna happen if she doesn’t. The last time Y/n tried, keyword tried, to tease Sanji they end in the bedroom for the rest of the night. It safe to say it was a long night that night. But on the other hand, Y/n doesn’t get to see Sanji cute like this often, so even if they end up in the bedroom, it would be worth. A small smirk played on her lips as she looked back up and Sanji, “I’m not telling..”

ミ☆

Y/n was surprised she was able to last this long.  Ever since Y/n brought up the challenge, it was like every chance Sanji got the 2 of them were kissing.  When they pass each on the ship, when Y/n asks for a glass of water, even when she was in the middle of training he found some way and excuse to kiss her. What really got to her the most was she never knows what type of kiss it was gonna be: small and quick or deep and passionate. If she knew he was gonna be the egar to figure it out she would’ve just told him. Luckily lunch was right around the corner so Sanji had to spend time preparing food for the others, leaving Y/n alone for a while, even if it’s only 30 minutes. The h/c colored girl was more than happy to take this time to relax with Nami and Robin. Nami was sunbathing and Robin was reading, Y/n also wanted to join Robin in reading however the book she picked laid in her lap, untouched. Instead all she ended up doing it staring off into the distance running a finger along her lips.

“...I think they’re swollen.” Y/n muttered to herself as she dropped her hand to her side and laid down. She clearly bit off more than she can chew. Y/n meant to keep the comment to herself seeing how she got herself into this mess yet Robin clearly heard her. 

“Are you feeling ok, Y/n?” She glanced over at her younger friend and questioned. Noticing that Y/n seemed to be lost and thought, Robin didn’t want to bother her so she went back to reading her book until Y/n let out a heavy sign.

“My lips are swollen and it’s only noon. This is not how I’d imagine it.” Y/n explained as she looked over to the other girls.

“You’re dating Sanji, how did you think it was gonna go?” Nami scoffed as she lifted up her sunglasses and looked over at Y/n. Nami was right, she should’ve expected this from the ero-cook but she couldn’t help herself; Sanji looked to cute. 

“I know, I know. But Sanji just looked so cute. I mean, when was the last time he looked cute and didn’t make those stupid faces. and plus he knows everything about me, so you can’t blame me for wanting to keep at least one thing a secret from him.” Y/n defeaned then pointed to her lips and exclaimed, “But I never wanted this!!”

“Someone as naïve as you should not be dating someone like Sanji.” Nami shook her head. Her brown eyes had quickly fallen on the certain blonde cook as he made his way over to the 3 of them. Before he approached them he put out his cig and shoved his hand back into his pocket, fiddling with something. Y/n who was leaning back into her chair with her eyes closed didn’t even hear him approach them. Only when Sanji had pushed a few piece of hair out of her face did she jolt awake. Seeing his blue eyes, Y/n took a defensive state waiting to see if he was gonna kiss her again. A soft chuckle left his lips before he looked over at the girls and fell right back into character. 

“Nami-sawnn~~ Robin-chwann~~ Lunch is ready~!!” Sanji swooned as he spun in front of the 2. They glanced over at Y/n for a moment but then back at Sanji. Thanking him, they left the 2 alone on the main deck. It was probably the best thing to do for now. Seeing the smirk on his lips when he looked over at Y/n and the way he played with something in his pocket, Nami and Robin had figured that Sanji had finally found the answer to his question. Robin let out a soft giggle while Nami sighed heavily as they made their way to the kitchen. Once the 2 had left the couple alone, Sanji took a seat next to Y/n. She watched him with a close eye, making sure he doesn’t pull a fast one. He let out a chuckle as he finally pulled out what he was playing with in his pocket. Y/n raised an eyebrow as she eyed the object but it didn’t take long before her fact lit up with relief.

“Underneath our pillows is not the best hiding spot.” Sanji stated, placing the tube of chapstick onto the table next to them. “Oh thank god! I was scared you were never gonna find it and this game was gonna go on all day.” Y/n let out a heavy sigh as she adjusted herself in her seat, “Just for the record we are never doing that again.”

“You were the one who started it?” 

“Yeah I know, and I was stupid. If you kissed me anymore my lips were gonna fall off.” Y/n pointed to her red swollen lips, “Look. They’re all swollen. Now imma have to put Chopper’s nasty medicine on them.”

“Ohh~ but I couldn’t help myself, Y/n-chwann~~!! Your lips are just so soft and cute~~!!” Sanji swooned as he engulfed Y/n into a hug. She let out a shreak from the sudden hug. As much as Y/n loves Sanji, she is so over him today. From all the kisses Y/n wanted more than to be left alone for a day or 2, however Y/n knows she just can’t get rid of Sanji that easily. Maybe that’s what she loves him so much because no matter what Sanji’s always there, whether she wants him to be or not. From kisses, to laying in bed together, to just enjoying each others company, he’s always with her. Even though Y/n was annoyed with him, she couldn’t help but smile as she squirmed against him. 

“S-sanji let go. I wanna eat my food before Luffy does.” Y/n laughed, trying to break free from his grip. However, he wasn’t gonna let go anytime soon. 

“You know I always save you a plate.” Sanji loosed his grip on Y/n as his hands fell down to her waist. She decided to stop squirming against him and just enjoy his warmth. They sat in silence for a moment, simply just enjoying each other company and listening to the waves crash against the ship. Moment like these were always the best to Y/n. Doing nothing and just enjoying each other presences, however, seeing how it’s lunch time, Y/n just wants to eat. She squirmed against him once again finally telling him to let go. Y/n had wasted no time making her way to the kitchen either, with Sanji following close behind her. 

“So..” Y/n started, grabbing Sanji’s attention. The hum from him had told Y/n she could continue, “Which flavor did you like better?”

“Hmm...” Sanji trailed off, trying to remember the flavor of mint. He was used to the minty flavor but the new fruity flavor wasn’t bad either. Y/n looked up at Sanji trying to read is facial expression to get a hint or something to see what flavor to get next time. Before she could even process the look on his face, Sanji dipped down again and capture Y/n’s glossed lips once again. She gasped once again, surprised that Sanji kissed her again even after she told him her lips were swollen. Luckily the kiss didn’t last long, Sanji pulled back and licked his lips, tasting the flavor of artificial strawberry. Y/n puffed out her cheeks in frustration from the kiss while Sanji finally gave his answer. 

“The strawberry flavor isn’t bad. I like that one.” Sanji answered as the 2 of them stopped right in front of the kitchen door.

“M’kay.” Y/n nodded, noting the information, “Good then because after today I'm only gonna switch between these 2.”

“Huh? Your not gonna change it again?” Sanji asked, sounded disappointed.

“Of course not.” Y/n stated as if was common sense. He let out a disappointed sigh at the fact that he wont be able to kiss Y/n that much again but now that he thinks about it, he probably did take it a bit over board. He had good intentions though. Y/n spun around on her heel and faced the door but right before opening it, she glnaced back at Sanji and added on, “Oh and to let my lips heal, not kissing for 2 days. At least!”

“Whaa-! 2 days!? But Y/n-chwan I can’t do that. I gotta kiss you.”

“Well you should’ve thought about before you kissed me every 5 minutes today. You probably have enough kisses from me to last 4 weeks.”

[monkeydluffy19920]

I also noticed he’s wearing the circles like Nami does. Is there a reason for those circles?

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Greetings @icantthinkof1posts and many thanks for the submission :) I’ve never paid attention to this detail while watching Heart of Gold-tv special before so thanks for pointing this out!  Now that I look at the jacket pattern it surely reminds me of Nami’s skirt and jeans’ circles and after browsing her outfit gallery in One Piece fandom wiki it seems like these circles appear in many of her outfits:

The reason how those circles ended up in Sanji’s jacket in Heart of Gold probably remains a mystery forever but it indeed is a nice detail from the perspective of shipping. However, I think it is partly a coincidence, they both enjoy fashionable clothings and maybe they like same clothing brands. An interesting topic and for example my fellow shippers @pernanegra [x] and @sanjiafsincedayone [x] have written nice thoughts about clothing related to Sanji x Nami for Sannami week- event.

But in general, it’s actually pretty interesting to notice that Sanji and Nami indeed do seem to have some similarities and/ or “parallels” when it comes down to their style and clothing. For example in the following cases there seem to be something:

Sanji’s Alabasta’s outfit

First one might be very far fetched but I admit when I first saw the desert outfit after a long while, the sun on his sleeve reminded me of the logo of the Sun Pirates and guess who was part of the Sun Pirates? Arlong and then who was working under Arlong? Nami!

It’s hard to say did Oda-sensei mean any foreshadowing in this but now to think about the connection to the Sun Pirates came up later in the story line when Jinbei revealed to be close to Arlong.

Sanji knew about Nami’s backstory because Nojiko told it to them earlier when Nami struggled to fight against Arlong’s terror. She didn’t know Sanji knows so she was probably surprised why it was difficult to Sanji to face Jinbei’s confessions.

Actually the Nami’s backstory that returned in Mermaid Island arc turned unexpectedly into a parallel at the latest in Zou arc where Nami became the one who learned about Sanji’s backstory (well there was also Brook and the others but the point is, they both know their backstories)

A bit similar pattern in shirts

Before the Strawhats arrived to Alabasta, Nami wore this colorful heart-patterned shirt and later she changes it to the black/blue bikini top. Sanji also switches his outfit in Skypiea to this red-shaded and flowery patterns too that are a bit similar to Namis (who knows, maybe the same brand?)

 Punk Hazard style

Sanji’s winter outfit after the main adventures in Punk Hazard is stylish and has Nami’s colors and those S-patters partly resemble Nami’s iconic pinwheel tattoo. Her jacket instead follows a bit of Sanji’s suit jacket style (with 6 buttons)

Of course those swirls in Sanji’s jacket and in Nami’s could also represent the symbolism behind their names. My fellow shipper @eleamaya wrote a interesting analyze about their names:  Sanji = whirlpool  // Nami = Wave both things are linked to swirls.

The swirls can also be symbolism for Sanji’s curly eyebrows and now to think about, the symbol of the Arlong Pirates reminds a bit of a whirlpool if one looks quickly.

wearing blue and orange

There are obviously dozens of outfits Nami has worn but one thing that crossed my mind after browsing the One Piece’s fan gallery was that she wears a lot of blue, either the top or the bottom part which is nice because blue is a nice color.

(and yes I am color blind, I can’t distinguish blue and purple-ish well *laughs*)

Also Sanji likes to wear blue but also he has worn a lots of shades of yellow/orange.  Shipwise this  is an interesting thing to notice because their theme colors are blue and orange. Eleamaya linked it to the colors of the sunset which has these two very colors and she also pointed out there the common link in their names (related to the element of water).

(btw @sanjiafsincedayone‘s post about orange and blue sums ups well this theme)

ties

Both Nami and Sanji have been seen wearing ties both in canon and in Color Spreads, if we return into a earlier subject, Nami wears blue again in Water 7.

Offering the suit jacket to the lady

Sanji is a gentleman so it’s natural nice gesture for him to offer his jacket. First time he offered it to Nami when they survived the ordeals in Little Garden. Nami’s reaction was annoyed.

Later he gave his jacket when they were freezing in Punk Hazard’s cold side. Then Nami’s reaction was more friendly (she seemed actually be surprised about him doing it again). This is most likely because they’ve known each other for a longer time in Punk  Hazard arc.

Number 3 in clothing

There has been great analyzes about this topic but to sum it a little bit: Oda-sensei has given each Straw Hats a “theme”number that is based on their birthday and names, Sanji’s is 3.

He has worn number 3 in his outfit in Whole Cake Island arc in flashbacks when he was a child, mostly so their father and his minions could distinguish Sanji and his siblings.  Nami as well has worn number 3 in Water 7 arc. Actually Luffy has also worn numbers in the flashback arc.  but they are linked to his own birthday as far as I remember, Nami is only strawhat who has worn numbers “just for fun” so far but correct if it’s false.

Of course it might be that since  Nami was the third one to join the Straw Hats, her number also is therefore 3 which could be the reason why Oda-sensei made her wear that in Water 7.

clothing details in official art

@sanjiafsincedayone also wrote posts about the colors blue and orange and how they appear in One Piece. Oda-sensei likes to share his official One Piece art in Color Spreads between the chapters and in art collections (Color Walks) and once these are published, we fans then enjoy to find details that match to our OTP. 

Here are some of the stylish details that has been pointed out in Sanji x Nami posts about official art:

- similar/matching accessories

One thing Sannami fandom has pondered together is that they like to wear accessories, for some reason there has been a couple of drawings where the accessories are very similar to each other

(the picture below with giraffe theme is from Color Spread chapter 357 and the picture below with similar flowery necklaces is from Color Walk 5)

(They both seem to really enjoy wearing necklaces)

(and who knows, maybe that necklace that appears in Color Walk 4 could be the same as in  chapter 357)

When it comes down to similarities, there has also been same styled wristbands in chapter 878′s Color Spread

and sunglasses in the Color Spreads of chapter 941 and 835

Sanjiafsincedayone pointed out also that Nami seems to like to wear blue colored kimonos in Color Spreads

A couple of times Sanji and Nami either wear the same patterns in their clothes (i.e chapter 507)

or one wears swirls and the other rings (Chapter 937)

- character shirts, a (far fetched) foreshadow?

In chapter 692′s color spread Sanji wears a shirt where there is a character who l1ooks very much like Nami (with all the bikini top-style and curly hair)

Nami has actually worn character shirts as well, in chapter 578′s Color Spread. If the theory would be far fetched  then we could imagine that picture in her shirt could be referred to Alabasta arc (because of the cactus and desert) where he referred himself with a codename Mr Prince.

If we wanted to put this thought of this even more trickier we would think about Sabo’s background as a noble who never wanted to be a noble and ran away, just like Sanji did so that picture on her shirt could be also a parallel

but  since  the guy looks  more like Sabo perhaps it was more likely foreshadowing to Dressrosa when the Luffy’s long lost  brother made a comeback.  

And now to think about, Nami’s outfit in chapter 771′s and 588′s  Color Spreads could have foreshadowed the upcoming art since Sanji also wore ruffle-styled shirt before the tea party? (and actually, Nami’s WCI arc dress had ruffles too).

fun fact: Robin’s outfit in that Alice in Wonderland themed Color Spread was very close to what Sanji wore in WCI)

sweet escape

The gingerbread theme in chapter 902′s color spread was cute and as a shipper the view of Sanji and Nami sharing the same pattern icing/frosting/topping is cute (there were other Straw hats too in that picture but their patterns were different).

Movie 2 Clockwork Island

Last but not least in the list is One Piece’s second official movie. Yes, it’s a movie and therefore it’s non-canon but I find it interesing that out of all outfits and characters, Nami and Sanji are dressed as they could walk to the wedding aisle any minute. What makes it even more amusing is that Usopp and Zoro are dressed more traditionally and could bless their union *laughs*

And after the Whole Cake Island’s and Thriller Bark’s events and marriage theme that is quite a parallel in total (first Nami being the damsel in distress who needs to be saved from a forced marriage and then later Sanji being forced to marry because of his father’s policies) the more funnier the link between the arcs and  movie 2 feels (since there is too Nami being kidnapped and almost forced to marry someone she doesn’t want and the movie’s promo picture includes a bridal carry)

When it comes down to the concept of the word canon, It really depends on the shipper which is counted so called shipwise-material. For some everything is potential but dor some,  only manga as canon counts and  therefore everything else like side stories (fillers, movies), merchandising (ads etc.) is shipwise just so called “nice extra” (like some of these examples mentioned before) since  these filler-stories and movies are still mostly handwritten and directed by someone else than the main mangaka. Obviously Oda-sensei is the main supervisor and is very strict about what should happen and what not and he might do these detail things just for fun and it’s us reading it as signs for OTP. So all in all, as always said,

as much as we like to seek for details to support the ship,  it’s all about interpretation ;)

[howaboutleeches]

since you don't have anon on I will be brave: Jules, mafia au, meetcute, "are you sure this is legal"

                                Dangerous Affairs

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It was early. Like early early. Your boss had called you almost at midnight asking you to come earlier the next day. You were aiming to get a promotion, and in other to facilitate things, you had to make your boss happy, and that’s why you agreed. But damn, 5am is way too early. 

You worked in a really cute flower shop, very well-known around Vesuvia. It was a cute but very popular place, especially after the Countess ordered a bunch of flowers from there, which made everyone want to do the same, of course. That made the shop get busier, and you as well.

You fished the keys out of your pocket and unlocked the front door, doing your best to not bump into any vases, or else you knew it would come out of your payment. You quickly got in and turned on the lights, noticing how you and one other shop were the only ones open at the time, as expected at such an early hour.

White roses, pink note. White roses, pink note. You kept repeating that to yourself along the way and inside the shop as well, keeping in mind exactly what you had to do. Some company was celebrating their anniversary and one of the employees would come by around 6am to pick the flowers up.

It could've been at any time of the day, but there would be way more things involved so they booked to pick the flowers at first dawn to start things as soon as possible.

Going to the back of the shop, you quickly located the flowers and the note, starting to bring the large vases to the front, where they would be easier to bring outside. It took way longer than you expected and when the last vase was brought to the front, a ray of sunlight hit your face, noticing it was time to start the real work.

You sat on the counter and it didn't take long until a large van pulled up in front of the store, displaying the company's name on its side. You moved yourself to open the door and make sure it stayed like that, starting to bring the vases outside. You could feel your arm muscles burning from carrying all that.

Luckily, the trunk door was unlocked, so all you did was open it and start putting it all inside. But the second part turned out to be harder than you expected. Dragging the vase was one thing. Lifting it was hard work. You did your best, with grunts and all, and started to lift the vase, it being a few inches from the floor.

The vase became weightless, and your back became warmer. The presence behind you came so suddenly you didn't even hear it. Large gloved hands held the vase from behind you, carefully lifting and placing it inside. With one swift motion, one of the roses was removed from the vase.

You turned around to see whoever it war the person who helped you and a tall figured man stood behind you, his red hair charmingly falling on his face. Upon seeing your face he smirked, and the rose on his hand was gently placed behind your ear.

"A rose to a rose. Don't worry, they won't notice one of them is gone. And besides, it looks way better on your than on those dull vases" He smiled and slightly bowed, keeping his eyes on you.

Words weren't formed on your brain as you watched him walk to the store and start to lift those vases as if they weighed nothing. You took the opportunity to check inside the van, seeing all the other things the company must've had bought for the celebration.

It surprised you to see other flowers there. You've seen them somewhere, in some book. You cautiously entered the van, getting close to the flowers and gave them a sniff. Your eyes widened in realization.

"Beautiful, isn't it? I'm afraid we had to order that from...another flower shop. You see, they're not very common"

The voice from behind you made you jump. You couldn't understand the situation. He was acting so calm about it, and you felt as if the situation wasn't exactly quite what it seemed.

"You do know what those are right?" Your first words to him. For a few moments, it was like he got distracted by your voice. He took a few seconds to snap back to reality.

"Well, flowers, aren't they? And they look stunning. Will definitely have an impact" He smiled innocently, but his eyes told a different story.

"Nerium Oleander. This flower is extremely poisonous!" You exclaimed, feeling unusually worried about the stranger's well-being.

"Oh, are they? Well, the company told me to get them so...." He simply shrugged, seeming unbothered by the fact.

"Are you sure this is legal? You could get into some serious trouble for caring this around" You replied, still inside the van. He seemed to be blocking your passage, but maybe not on purpose.

"Absolutely sure dear, don't worry about that" He placed the last vase and extended a hand to you, which you gladly took, pulling you out of the van "I think I was supposed to come inside to leave the payment?"

"Oh yes, sure thing" I nod and walk inside, holding the door for him.

Once we get in the shop again, I go behind the counter and start to look around for the spreadsheet with all the information regarding the price. I found it on a nearby chair and turned around to grab it. Turning around, I placed it on the table along with a pan and slid it closer to him.

"Just please put your signature there and we're all done" You gave him a tired smile.

He looked up at you and smirked before leaning down a bit, grabbing the pen and writing on the paper attached to the spreadsheet. You could see his eyes rasing a bit, eyeing your name tag. He finished writing, his writing was truly beautiful, and handed you the sheet back, a warm smile on his face.

“It was a pleasure meeting you this morning Y/n. I thought this morning would be dull, but your presence sure made it exciting” 

He gave you a side smile and turned around in a swift motion, walking towards the door. You felt your head on the clouds while talking to him, his mere presence making you feel calm. So call, so peaceful and so careless that you forgot to ask for his name.

You heard the bell on the door, signaling that it had been closed and quickly lunged forward. You opened the door again, noticing the mysterious man already getting in the van. You quickly rushed to the driver’s side and knocked on the window, catching him by surprise. He jumped a bit on his seat and opened a smile again. As he rolled down the window you noticed he was different.

His work vest was unbuttoned and open, showing a fancy suit underneath it. His hair was slightly pushed back and he had sunglasses tucked on it, apparently very expensive ones. You gave it a curious look before he put his face closer to yours, bringing you back to reality.

“Y-You never said your name....” You said softly, still trying to figure that man out.

From the other end of the avenue, you hear police sirens. Although very low, there were definitely many. Six cars at least. He chuckled, unphased by the sound, and smirked.

“My name? You’ll know it very soon” He reached inside the car, opening the glove compartment and pulled out a black business card, holding it between his middle and index finger “Make sure to watch the news tonight”

And with that, he winked and took off. Not even two minutes later, several police cars passed you while you were still outside. Their noise caught your attention and you finally looked down at the card.

One side was completely black, the paper was a shiny tone, making it glisten as you moved it. When you turned it around, you saw something written in denim letters, a color close to blood.

J. Devorak

You could’ve sworn you heard that name before, you just didn’t know where. You shrugged and went back inside, keeping the card in your pocket the whole day. Work went by relatively fast and you dragged yourself home. Only in the middle of the way you reminded what the stranger from earlier had told you.  Make sure to watch the news tonight. With that in mind, you rushed to your house, almost tripping in the way as you quickly made your way through the streets. 

You quickly unlocked the door and searched for your remote. Once in your hand, you turned the TV on, browsing through the channels and selecting the most famous news one. Almost immediately, the anchor turned to the camera, a serious expression on her face.

“Now, we’d like to address a serious issue that happened this morning. An attack happened during a famous event this morning. The event consisted of the anniversary of the Wisecrest Company, owned by Kellaway Wisecrest. He had been accused of stealing donation money for personal usage recently but walked away freely. Apparently, someone decided to take justice into their own hands. A large number of poisonous flowers were delivered to Wisecrest’s personal room right before the party began, disguised with other non lethal white roses”

“Needless to say, he did not participate in the celebration. During the time, he was unconscious in his room. While that happened, someone hacked into his personal archives and leaked all his information, confirming to the crimes. Wisecrest is now being held in prison, waiting for his trial. The police believes that the Vesuvian mafia could be involved, making Julian Devorak one of the main suspects”

You could feel your jaw dropping. The man who did all that, the same man who charmed you this morning, worked for the mafia!?

“Julian Devorak is a very known mafia leader, also known as “The Mafia Robin Wood”. If he is in case responsible, this wouldn’t be the first time where he did something like this. As the investigation progresses, we will keep the public informed”

As you heard the anchor changing the subject, you slowly pulled the card off your pocket. But now it was different. Where it before was written J. Devorak, now showed, in the same denim letters Jules. And on the back part where there was nothing, a phone number.

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I really hope you enjoy this, I’m sorry for the delay. 

I hadn’t noticed about the anon part 😅, but it’s available now!

Have a nice day! 💕🌻