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arkangelo-7 · 9 months ago
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I’m sure someone’s already headcannoned this, but Bruce having pet names for the Batkids? Man, those are his babies—you can bet your ass he has pet names for them. He might not be the type of man to show much affection beyond a shoulder pat or the occasional forehead kiss, but he’s determined to parent the crap outta these orphans, and pet names are an easier medium to show that he cares.
Dick is both “chum” and “sweetheart” depending on the context. When Bruce is feeling playful and comfortable (the easy, “your mine and I’m just happy to be here with you” kind of love), he’ll stick with “chum” and Dick absolutely loves it. But when Dick’s sick or has a nightmare or got injured during patrol? It’s sweetheart. It’s default mode for Bruce, because seeing Dick in pain brings up so many raw, intense emotions (Bruce gets scared, goddamit) that it’s easier for him to say “I’ve got you, sweetheart, it’s okay, just keep your eyes on mine,” then it is to say “I’m so terrified that I’m going to loose you, I love you, you’re my everything.”
Jason is“Jaylad.” But it’s less of the name that’s important and more of the story behind it that is. For the first few months that Jason was in Bruce’s care, Bruce didn’t dare call him anything other then his name, in fear that he’d scare him away (he was already so distrusting, so hesitant, so fearful whenever Bruce talked to loud or moved to fast or got upset), but at the same time, he’d seen how pleased Dick had been at being called “chum” and wanted to bestow a similar endearment on Jason. But—he didn’t want to go to far. So instead of calling him “lad” like his own father had once called him, Bruce calls him “Jaylad.” It’s a little more impersonal, but it makes Jason more comfortable. (But when Bruce cradled his son’s broken body he said “no, darling, not you, don’t leave me—” because just how Dick is “sweetheart,” Jason has also always been “darling.”)
For Tim… it’s more complicated. He shoved his way into Bruce’s life and he’s forever grateful, but it wasn’t the same as it was with Jason and Dick. He sees Tim as his son, of course, but their relationship was built on the darkest, most despairing part of Bruce’s life. But even in that terrible season, Bruce would look over at Tim working on a case or cleaning his suit and say, “Good job, sport.” It doesn’t happen often, but Tim is “sport.”
Cassandra is “love.” Bruce has never said it to her, aloud, but he knows Cass can read him well enough to hear the unspoken endearment, to see how much he longs to protect her, bring her joy, fill her heart with all the love she’s filled his with.
Steph is “duck.” And not necessarily because Bruce decided that it was, but because 9 times out of 10 he finds himself screaming, “Robin, get down!” because Stephanie will not for the love of God follow his orders, and end up right in the line of fire. To save time he eventually just started saying “Duck!” It keeps Steph from getting whacked to high heavens and saves Bruce (another) heart attack, but over the years it’s also become somewhat of a ritual to say “duck” whenever Steph walks in the room. Bruce secretly wants to call her “ducky” (which is what his mother called Kate), but he’s never worked up the nerve.
Duke is “kid.” By the time he’s in the family, Bruce has loosened up and lightened up, especially with everyday affection (which is to say, he’s not avoiding it like the plague). He’s quick to say “Good job, kid” whenever Duke had an accomplishment or ask “how are you today, kiddo?” when they see each other in passing in the Batcave.
Damian, lastly, would never allow Bruce to call him anything other then his name. But every once in a while, Bruce can get away with saying “son.” And it’s the best thing in the world.
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inseobts · 18 days ago
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Her
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sanji x fem!reader ➜ law x fem!reader
SONG | 'her' by mino || spotify || youtube || apple music
A/N | I hope the povs are well written lmao I had no idea how to do them
TAGS | past relantionship, angst (sanji), soft (law), bittersweet reunion, emotional tension, hurt/comfort
WORDS COUNT | 2.3k
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
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Your POV
You feel it before you see it.
The breeze from the sea, warmer than usual. Laughter. A voice you know too well. A scent of salt and fire and spice.
Sanji.
You stop walking. The blue scarf around your neck shifts in the wind.
“Captain...” you say quietly, looking over your shoulder. Law’s standing nearby, arms crossed.
“Hm?”
“I changed my mind. I’ll wait here.”
He lifts a brow “Scared?”
You let out a short breath “No. Just… tired.”
Law doesn’t push. He nods and walks ahead.
You should’ve stayed on the Polar Tang.
But it’s too late. Chopper’s already seen you.
“Y/N!!!”
You flinch as the little reindeer throws himself into your arms “Chopper…”
Now the others notice. Nami’s eyes go wide. Usopp blinks, confused. Robin smiles kindly. Zoro frowns. Franky shouts something. Brook makes a joke.
And then... You see him.
Sanji.
He walks up slowly, stops a few feet from you. His eyes scan your face, then drop to the scarf. The blue one Law gave you.
“Hey.” he says, voice low.
“Hi...” you reply.
It’s been two years since you left the crew.
Since you left him.
He doesn’t ask how you are. He doesn’t need to. His eyes say everything.
You look away “Didn’t think I’d see you again.”
“You… look good.” he says as he eyes stops on your scarf.
You touch it without thinking “It’s warm.”
He laughs, but there’s no joy in it “Yeah. Must be.”
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Sanji’s POV
You’re right in front of Sanji.
Your hair’s a little longer. You look calmer. But not happier. That's what he thinks seeing you.
But… you look good. He has to admit this.
It suits you, as always.
Your hair and the way it flows.
A part of my heart aches.
You are completely out of reach.
The scarf.
You’re even matching… Sanji wonders how much you had to insist to convince him to wear it.
Sanji would have proposed it to you instead.
It suits you, that blue scarf.
But the fact that there’s another one next to it.
Bothers me, blue, side by side.
The way you two are walking, it doesn’t really fit.
It’s all wrong.
Luffy invites you to eat. Of course he does.
You agrees. Of course you do.
Why wouldn’t you? It’s just food. It’s just a table. It’s just everyone pretending we’re not broken.
Sanji brings out the food and sets down a plate in front of you.
You whispers, “Thank you.”
Sanji wants to say, don’t thank me—stay. But he just nods.
Everyone talks like nothing happened. Everyone but Sanji.
Law stays close to your side. Sanji can see how he looks at you. Calm, steady. Like he belongs there. Like he’s your home now.
In the stories, you two spitefully whisper to each other.
I wonder if I have a place in it.
After dinner, you get up and walk to the edge of the deck. The wind pulls your scarf again.
Sanji follows you.
You turn before he can speak.
“Don’t,” you say “Don’t make this harder.”
He swallows “Do you love him?”
You hesitate. That pause? It kills him.
“I’m trying to...” you say.
Tomorrow, look good with me…
Please look good with me.
One day, let’s look good together.
Please look good with me.
He wants to take your hand. He wants to say come back. He wants to say he doesn’t look right with you. But you’re already turning away.
He lights a cigarette. The lighter shakes.
“Stay for dessert.” he says instead.
You stop. Look over your shoulder.
“…Okay,” you say “Then I go.”
He pretends he's not watching.
You’re sitting with Law now. Knees turned slightly toward him, but not close enough to touch. You laugh softly, nervously. Your hand brushes the scarf again like you’re checking it’s still there. That it still means something.
“Law,” you say with that sweet tone you used to save for him, “if you keep frowning like that, people will think you’re always mad.”
He doesn’t even look up, just shrugs “They’re not wrong.”
You giggle “It’s cute, though.”
Sanji's jaw clenches.
That’s what you say. Cute. But he doesn’t say anything back. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t react.
Of course he doesn’t. He’s stone. Cold and sharp, like the scalpel he lives by.
It doesn’t fit you, the hard liquor.
The mean words and the soulless expression.
He doesn’t deserve that laugh. That warmth.
He doesn’t even try. He just sits there like a wall.
All Sanji can think is "If it were me… I’d be making you cry from laughing too hard, not wondering if I’m listening. I’d hold your hand like it’s made of gold. I’d kiss you like you were never meant to be anyone else’s."
He carries over the dessert tray. Not because he has to. Because it’s you.
The plate he slides in front of you has your favorite. He remembered. Of course he did.
You light up “You still make this?”
“Only when I miss you.” he says without even thinking.
Your lips part slightly. You don’t answer. Law says nothing either, even tho his hands tighten around his cup.
Sanji kneels next to the table “One bite. Just try it, yeah?”
You give in. Picks up the fork and takes a bite.
And when you close your eyes and smiles? He dies and come back to life in the same second.
“This is still the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” you say quietly.
“I could make it every day for you.” he says.
Your smile fades just a little. You look at him with those eyes… the ones that used to hold oceans for him.
“Sanji…” you whisper.
He shakes his head as he says “Don’t say anything. Just… remember that.”
But all what he really wanted to say was "If you gave me even a corner of your world again, I’d fill it with joy. I’d never leave you wondering. I’d remind you every day you’re enough."
"You think Law is safety, but I would be warmth. Then, I’ll take away half of your sadness. If you make me a place by your side."
You take another bite, not looking at him.
Law finally speaks “We’re leaving in the morning.”
Sanji suddenly stands. His chest burns.
He sees you avoid his eyes.
So he walks away before you can see the cracks.
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Your POV
You feel it before it happens.
The shift in the air. The way Sanji stands. The weight in his shoulders. The quiet goodbye he doesn’t say.
He walks away like he’s used to people not choosing him.
And for a second, you just… sit there.
Frozen.
The fork in your hand feels heavy now.
The cake doesn’t taste like anything anymore.
You look up. And Law is already watching you.
His face is unreadable, but not cold. Never cold, not with you. He doesn’t ask where your heart is right now. He knows it isn’t something that can be answered with a sentence.
You hesitate “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” he asks, soft but steady.
You lower your eyes “For… being a mess.”
Law leans back slightly, arms crossed “You’re not a mess. You’re human.”
You look at him again.
There’s no jealousy. No anger.
Just quiet understanding in his dark eyes. Like he already knew this might happen. Like he still trusts you anyway.
“I need to talk to him.” you say.
“I figured,” he answers simply “Go.”
You blink, surprised “You’re not mad?”
Law scoffs lightly “You think I’d want someone who keeps her feelings locked up just to protect mine?”
“No…” you whisper.
He nods once “I don’t know what you’ll say to him. But whatever it is, I believe you’ll do it with honesty.”
You swallow the knot in your throat. Stand.
You look back one last time. Law’s already looking toward the sea now, letting you go without chains.
You walk fast.
Down the steps of the Sunny, past the crates and ropes and barrels of a ship your heart still remember like it’s home. Your feet echo on the wooden deck, heart racing, scarf trailing behind you.
You spot him, lighting a cigarette, hand trembling slightly as he cups the flame.
“Sanji!”
He turns, startled.
You slow down as you reach him. You don’t speak right away. You’re not even sure what you’re going to say yet. But you had to come. That much you know.
His eyes search your face like he’s afraid he’s dreaming.
“…You didn’t have to follow me.” he says, voice rough.
“I know,” you say “But I wanted to.”
You stand there for a moment, unsure. The corridor is quiet now. Only the sound of waves and your heart beating too fast.
Sanji looks surprised you’re still here.
He slowly lowers the cigarette between his lips. Then pauses.
Then… he puts it out.
Without a word, he presses it against the railing and tosses it into the small bucket near his feet.
You notice. Of course you do.
“I still hate that smell.” you say softly.
He chuckles under his breath “I know.”
You sit down beside him. Close, but not touching. You hug your knees to your chest and stare at the stars.
For a few minutes, it’s just the two of you and the silence.
Then his voice breaks it, raw, quiet, cracking.
“I still think about you. Every damn day.”
You turn to look at him, but he’s staring at the horizon.
“I pretended I didn’t care. I smiled, flirted, laughed with the crew. But nothing ever felt right after you left. Not food. Not mornings. Not women.” He swallows hard “I hated that now you chose someone else. That you’re here… next to him.”
He finally looks at you.
“Blue scarf, cold stare. He doesn’t fit you.”
You sigh. Not annoyed, just tired. Of running. Of hurting him.
“I feel really good with him,” you say “I like being with him.”
Sanji blinks, face twisting for just a second “But do you love being with him?”
His voice is sharp but shaky.
“You used to say you loved being with me. You remember that?”
You look away.
“I remember,” you whisper “I truly loved being with you. I’m not denying that.”
You meet his eyes “I loved you, Sanji.”
That stops everything.
His lips part “…Loved.”
His voice is nothing but breath. Like the word alone is a blade.
You nod slowly “Even if I don’t use the word love when I talk about Law doesn’t mean I feel bad with him. Or that I’m using him to get over you.”
You tuck your face into your knees, trying to hold it together.
“It’s been years since we broke up,” you say into your arms “And I just got with Law. I’m not trying to rush it. I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. I’m trying to give him time for these things…”
You lift your head, just a little.
“…But Sanji… I do love him. A lot, actually.”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.
Just looks at you like the wind got knocked out of him.
Your heart hurts seeing his face like that. You didn’t want this to be cruel. You just wanted to be honest.
His shoulders drop.
And then he smiles.
Not the flirty one. Not the fake one. The sad one.
“I get it,” he says quietly “I really do.”
You stare at him “Sanji…”
He shakes his head gently “I just want you to be happy. I was stupid enough to hope it might be with me again.”
He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear, soft like always.
“Guess I was right about one thing.” he says.
You blink “What?”
“That blue looks good next to you,” he grins a little, “but if it makes you feel safe, then… maybe that’s what matters more.”
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Law’s POV
You’ve been gone for a while.
The wind shifts. The sea makes its usual music… constant, indifferent.
Law waits on the edge of the ship, arms crossed, leaning against a post. The scarf you left flutters gently at his neck. It still holds your warmth. Your scent. Not fully his yet, but familiar enough to ache.
He doesn’t need to hear your words to know how it ended.
Sanji’s not crying. But he looks like he might. His hands shake just slightly when he pulls out another cigarette. He lights it this time.
And you walk back.
Slowly.
Like you’re walking away from something that once felt like home.
You don’t say anything when you reach Law. Just leans against the rail beside him, silent, eyes on the ocean.
He doesn’t even have the heart to ask.
You finally speak.
“You were right,” you say “I just had to be honest.”
He glances sideways “And?”
Your voice is soft “I told him I loved him once. I don’t anymore.”
Seems like you have more to say, so he just waits.
“I told him I love you now.”
His chest tightens, not with surprise, but with something heavier. Something real.
You don’t look at him when you say it. You’re trembling a little. Arms crossed over yourself.
So he takes off the scarf and gently wraps it around your shoulders instead.
“You’re cold.” he says.
You look at him finally, eyes wide.
He shrugs “You always think so much, you forget to notice when you’re freezing.”
A faint smile tugs at your lips. Your eyes are glassy.
He hates seeing you cry. But he knows it’s okay if you do it now. This time, it’s not because you’re lost. It’s because you’ve found something worth holding onto.
He doesn’t say I love you back. Not yet.
But he knows he doesn’t need to. He knows that’s not what you want to hear right now.
He just stay. He will always stay. He will always be there.
And so do you, Y/N.
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jinxs-gf · 11 months ago
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Black Cat!Reader x The Team Headcanons
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Black Cat!Reader x The Team
note: just because you’re in place of Black Cat doesn’t mean this is fem!reader! this is very gender neutral besides the mention of lipstick briefly…even then that’s not lady exclusive :)
content/warnings: this is seemingly set during s1 like my other yj fics but I imagine everyone being way older 😔🙏🏽 it’s weird but just roll with it pretty please. also…a bit suggestive??
word count: 3.6k
a/n: I wouldn’t have done this but this anon gave me the idea and I HAD to expand on it unfortunately
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THE TEAM (platonic)
Lots and lots of flirting from reader, OBVIOUSLY. do y’all even KNOW Black Cat????? it would be relentless. and no matter how annoying and probably overwhelming it got, you wouldn’t back down
with even the toughest/hardest to crack team members
it’s not even like you’re attempting to lure them in…or get romantically involved (unless…), it’s just how you are. who can blame you! flirting is fun
you started off as just another “villain of the day.” Someone they could take on easily. They thought of you as a pity mission. An bad guy as small as a simple thief? What fun was that?! They’ve taken down Gods, magicians, robots…and Red Tornado assigned them a thief??? It was a joke.
until it wasn’t. until Batman saw potential in you (because of course he did. Robin was not happy about this.)
You earned the nickname Cat, which was a nickname in itself for Kitty Cat (Wally's idea, not yours, you gave him hell for it)
your first mission with them was definitely something. messy, to say the least
it was weird, the whole mind link thing. you made jokez and flirted through the link as a way of coping because…well you felt out of place
everyone was so close with each other, not to mention they didn’t come from a background of “bad guy shenanigans”
you felt like an outcast for the longest time, until everyone was revealing vulnerable secrets with each other before a mission. you finally spoke your insecurities with your place on the team
you and Artemis had the same worries (more or less) and bonded over that
you finally were able to let loose and just…be yourself around them
you became soft
the flirting and teasing was still there, however it was saved for missions
you preferred to keep Black Cat’s reputation
individual relationships
ROBIN (romantic)
He was very much against the idea of you being on the team. Sure you weren’t a crazy villain that hurt people (maybe not physically…but you were definitely a heartbreaker, Robin concludes)
You were still a thief at the end of the day. A bad person. And he didn’t like that.
It was Batman’s idea—and usually Batman had great ideas. This was a very bad one. He hated every bit of it.
…until he got to know you better
Taking you down was easy. “Easiest job I’ve ever had,” Robin boasts.
You pout, “that’s not very nice.”
Ha. He knocked you down a peg. Good. You needed a little humbling-
“-How come you’re lying to me, Robin? I thought we had something.”
Uh oh. He absolutely hated when you used that sickeningly sweet voice on him.
Of course you didn’t believe his lie. Of course you could tell how difficult that mission really was.
It’s not apart of his proudest moments. He hesitated to stop you on the mission, completely caught off guard by your flirtatious behavior. I mean, who wouldn’t be?!
In a moment of weakness, he let you go. Awestruck by the kiss you left imprinted on his cheek. Something he got teased relentlessly for.
The rest of the team finished the job for him after that.
In the back of his mind he knows the only reason he didn’t like the idea of you being on the team was because he…knew it wouldn’t end well for him. He was sure to be on your long list of broken hearts (a list that was never confirmed to even exist)
It made sense in his mind…he was Robin. A bird. And you were a cat. A right recipe for disaster. You’d trap him in your greedy little claws and eat him alive.
Over time that perspective changed.
Robin hates to admit it, but he’s softer now. Softer around you. For you.
“I know who you are,” he says with that arrogant smirk.
“So why can’t I know who you are?”
“Only…really important and trustworthy people know. The only person who knows besides Batman is Wally. He’s my best friend.”
“Why doesn’t that include me?” you’re practically purring, rubbing a finger down his face, “am I not important enough to you?” You pout for show
He looks dejected, like he was having an internal battle with himself. And you could tell which part of him was losing.
Your fingers inch slowly towards his mask, ready to lift-
“Robin.” And the stupid, stupid monotone voice that belonged to Batman interrupted you.
You’ll get him back for that.
Robin was now being scolded, but he was having none of it.
“It was a moment of weakness.”
“It will not happen again. No more moments of weakness. You’re growing, your body is going through a lot of different things. Keep it in your pants-”
“Whoa old man! Whoa! That’s going too far. And what about Selina?! You’ve had many moments of weakness because of her. You can’t scold me for this one time.”
“It’s because of my experience with Catwoman that I know better. I’m trying to stop you from…getting hurt.”
Robin calls bullshit on that. What could you possibly do to hurt him? (Thoughts that completely contradict his first impressions of you)
The next time he sees you he’ll spill everything. He’ll let you know that he does trust you and that you do matter. That you’re important to him.
Just to spite Bruce. And maybe because he really likes you and wants you to know it.
It was his idea to bring you onto the team anyways…he’s just giving Bruce exactly what he wanted. A warm welcome to a new teammate.
WALLY (romantic)
Wally was so happy someone FINALLY reciprocated his advances. And especially with a catch like you? Black Cat?! He was over the moon.
At first.
It quickly came to be too much. He's been waiting, praying for someone to match his energy, but now that he's got it? He's not exactly sure how to handle it. He's gotten so used to being blown off, teased, and scolded for his flirting that it was weird when you flirted back.
He was of course the first to tease you when you officially joined the team. He gave your your nickname, Kitty Cat. You despised the name and him for the longest time.
Wally was annoying. Taunting you at all times. Calling to you as if you were an actual cat.
He'd click his tongue, "here kitty kitty."
And for that, your flirting was meaner towards him (compared to how you treated everyone else). Which is the exact reason why he couldn't handle the teasing from you. It wasn't the normal way Robin would, "oh yeah, Wally can't phase the way Flash does. Otherwise he gets a nosebleed. Right, loser?" Or the way Artemis would, "ugh, you flirt like a divorced 40 year old who's desperate for a rebound. Loser."
No, your teasing was quite different. You laughed cruelly, throwing your head back for show, "Come get it before it's gone, loser."
So. He was still a loser to you, but it seemed you actually liked that about him. Maybe.
Wally didn't like it as much as he thought he would. It ruined his cool guy facade (one that didn't exist, Robin would say). It was humbling, the way he suddenly tumbled over his words, face flushed red and all.
More than humbling. It was embarrassing.
You bring him down to the mat with a loud THUD. Much like the time Black Canary beat him during their first time training. Except you used your weight, tumbling on him (and straddling him in the process. Great).
Embarrassing embarrassing embarrassing.
The only person that was able to truly catch him was his best friend, Robin. And that's with years of experience with the speedster. You'd know him all of a few months and you're able to do it?!
"It won't happen again,” referring to his teasing of your name, naming you Kitty Cat and clicking his tongue at you.
“Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson. Much different from this one.” And you casually walk away.
Wally desperately wanted to get up, to humble you back. But he couldn't. He felt physically incapable of doing so.
You had really done it. You slowed down the (second) fastest man alive.
Wow.
"Wow. That was extremely painful to watch," of course Robin had something to say about it.
"Shut up man."
KALDUR (romantic)
It was "unprofessional," he said.
Unprofessional your ass. It was perfectly professional. A lot of people on the teams had partners within those same teams. Black Canary and Green Arrow, Superman and Wonder Woman (exes—but that still counts for something), Conner and M’gann acted like a couple and no one said anything! So what was the problem?
Well apparently there wasn’t a problem…seeing as this “relationship” was more welcomed—as in, Kaldur didn’t tell the Black Cat off when they made advances towards him. Besides when he called their behavior “unprofessional.” That was once. He didn’t say a word of it after that.
In fact, he allowed—dare anyone say encouraged it.
On missions you were attached to his hip. Even if he assigned you to be by Artemis’ side or assist Robin, you wouldn’t listen. And he didn’t say anything about it, instead informing the team to continue on with the plan.
His professional act as the team leader never faltered, not even you could break it down. He merely tolerated your flirting (his words, though you knew better. He loved it).
The team was each in their individual positions scoping out the area, ready to attack at a moments notice. Kaldur was squatted down and you decided it was the perfect opportunity to pounce on him (as you usually did). You wrapped your arms around his neck, now on his back.
“Does the team leader have time for some sweet talk?”
“I, we have a job to do, Cat. Focus.”
You hum, “What are we doing here again?”
He starts relaying the plan to you, you taking note of the way he doesn’t scold you (he repeated the plan to the team multiple times on the way over, he surely would’ve berated one of the other guys for not listening). You never had any intentions of listening, only wanting a chance to annoy him.
“Blah blah blah, is this your version of sweet talk?” You squish his face between your fingers and plant a kiss on his cheek.
He only sighs, “Later. After the mission is complete.”
For once, your find yourself surprised. He’s promising to reciprocate your advances?
This should be fun.
CONNER (romantic)
M'gann was more subtle with her flirting (not really, especially with the way she blushes), more timid and on the nose about her feelings. You? You got straight to the point. Kind of like how open Artemis was when she first joined the team. She had no shame letting the team know telepathically how attractive she thought Superboy was. Seriously, what was it with new recruits and taking an immediate liking to Conner? Why not the other three boys? What did he have that they didn't!
Although Artemis gave up on that crush at first sight almost immediately
You? Not so much. it was very noticeable that the Black Cat was adamant on cracking the boy of steel. it seemed like an impossible mission, but with a little determination and a couple sultry words? it was pretty damn easy
This is very much an enemies to lovers type relationship (kinda):
At the beginning, when you first met, he was open to new relationships. Getting to know people he could count on within the team, though that openness completely died down. Your flirting was nonstop. Even on missions! How was he supposed to concentrate on the task at hand when you found time to graze his arm or speak soft words to him?
You annoyed him, sosososo much it wasn't even funny. Even more than M'gann did. Both of you were insistent, that's for sure. But one was more bold than the other. He tried telling himself it was because he didn't like you: at least with M'gann he wanted a relationship to come from it (not necessarily romantic)
But with you...he hated you. No. He hated the way he reacted to your advances...he hated admitting to himself that your words affected him. That he felt something not so platonic for you. Damn you and your stupid flirting. It was surely going to be the death of him. And that's saying something: the clone of the man of steel actually breaking down? unheard of.
But you managed to do it. Unfortunately.
Conner finds himself thinking about you, more than he'd like. Another reason to dislike you. You take up his mind. Every waking moment and every dream. It's infuriating.
And now he was starting to worry about you during missions. He saw you get knocked down, away from the rest of the team. The fall looked nasty, and with the way you seem to lie there with no intention of getting back up, he's sure you've been knocked out
Conner tries to ignore the way his heart clenches at the sight, kind of like the way it does when concerning you in different context
It gives him the courage to voice his worries, he calls out to you, and as expected: he gets no response
The enemy leans down to your level, ready to do more damage. Conner is quickly snapped out of his daze and starts running over to you
Until he abruptly stops. Because you open your eyes to wink at him, jump up, and take the enemy down with ease.
It's right then that he takes back every thought of admitting he doesn't hate you. Because the stupid smirk you're sending his way reminds him of every reason why he dislikes you.
Everyone is home or in their respective rooms already, leaving you and him. You're behind him, massaging his shoulders gently (your touch wouldn't have persisted if he showed any signs of discomfort, he leaned into it in fact, allowing you to continue)
You bring your head down, cheek to his,
"Oh come on. You can lie to everyone and yourself. But you can't lie to me. I know you were worried back there. Just admit it, Loverboy."
He can only roll his eyes. And blushed. You were never going to live this down.
"I wasn't. Now leave me alone." If only his actions were as convincing as his stern words. Words that would've scared off the likes of M'gann had she been in your position. But you knew better, knew that his shaking hands and quickly warming face meant that his words had no meaning.
Your hand dragged from his shoulder to his chest, right over his heart. Yeah, his words were meaningless with the way his heart was beating for you.
Conner was finally warming up to you and you had him right where you wanted him.
And so you let go. "Whatever you say, Loverboy," and with a kiss to his pink cheek, you leave him alone to ponder his complicated feelings.
Feelings that were in fact not complicated at all. Because Conner was finally, finally ready to admit to himself and to you that he wanted you. So badly.
If only you hadn't pulled away so quickly, he couldn't reciprocated the kiss or two...it would've been an easier, showing you how he feels instead of saying it out loud.
He'll kiss you next time.
M’GANN (romantic)
The Martian can't hide her liking towards you for the life of her. She could’ve even if she tried.
It was near painful, you pitied her. You almost felt bad and stopped teasing her. Almost.
It was fun though, how could you stop?
M’gann would actively seek out your approval and attention when you joined the team. It was only natural, she did it with the rest of the members, so you were no exception.
Besides, the only teammate she was kind of close with was Artemis. Was it sooo wrong of her to want to get close to you?!
Nope! Though she does wish you weren’t so…forward sometimes. Not that it’s unwelcomed, she’s just unsure of how to act because of it. Is she supposed to reciprocate? M’gann has never seen nor experienced such a dynamic on Mars, much less on Earth. So she awkwardly blushes and smiles.
Eventually she gets used to it. And gets very much into it. She won’t vocalize her feelings, instead she’ll mind link and talk that way. Often times it’s easier to communicate through touch. Which says a lot, M’gann would rather use touch?? Not the mind link?? Which was the main source of communication on Mars? Whoa.
It was mainly because…she didn’t want to reveal all her feelings to you. She’s usually able to control what goes through the mind link, having done it since childhood, but you’ve made her mind a complete mess. She all but short circuits when you’re around.
Can anyone blame her?
"You know what I'm thinking?"
"No."
"Well you can read me, can't you Martian girl?"
She giggles at herself, how could she forget? "Hello Megan!"
Her smile turns timid once she reads your mind.
"Oh."
ARTEMIS (romantic)
It was honestly unfair how fast the blonde caught your attention. Her voice. Her stupid raspy voice.
Unfortunately for you, Artemis wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy with you at first. Well, she wasn’t really with any of her teammates. But with time she’s learned to get along with everyone.
“I just wanna get to know you, Blondie. What’s wrong with that?” You asked in the sweetest voice you could muster up, one that usually made everyone fall.
Yet she rolls her eyes.
So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Fine.
It was right after a mission, everyone was surrounding Red Tornado, relaying the events to your mentor.
“You know we could’ve took that guy down way faster had you not been on Robin the whole time.”
“Jealous Blondie?
“Stop calling me Blondie!”
You had sleepovers, movie nights, and other hang out outside of missions. With or without the rest of the team. They were fun, the first time you were alone with her is what really got her to warm up to you.
“Ugh! Of course literally everyone else canceled but Cat.” She really seemed to hate you.
You were outside her window, watching as Artemis complained to no one but herself. She once offhandedly commented on how her place was off limits for hangouts (refusing to explain why, which was okay with the team).
You were definitely crossing a boundary doing this, but she seemed upset in the group chat. You couldn’t just leave her by herself.
And then…the Sportsmaster walks in her room. One of the team’s enigmas. A thorn in their side. What the hell?
He does nothing but berate her for not “joining them.” Joining who? Then proceeds to say he’d be happier if she ever thinks to change her mind
“I’m never going to be apart of your messed up team, dad.”
Oh.
And then he’s just…gone.
You’re stunned, and only then does she finally notice you. She ushers you into her room, now berating you for your actions and spying and breaking her boundaries and…
“Your secret is safe with me, babe.” It was meant to be a term of endearment to reassure her,
Friends called each other babe, right?
“Babe?”
“You’d rather be called Blondie?”
She rolls her eyes, “whatever.” And as annoyed as she wanted to seem, she smiled and hugged you gratefully.
It was the only time you allowed yourself to be any kind of vulnerable around her. Or any of the team for that matter.
Once she got over her high horse, it was a very reluctant friendship turned…something more? That’s to be determined. But with the way she now flirts back? You’d say that was a good sign.
“Hey Blondie.”
“You calling me Blondie is the equivalent of Wally calling you Kitty Cat. Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson this time around.”
“I like the way you think, babe.” (You say not so platonically this time)
ROY (romantic)
You were on him as soon as he rejoined the team. How could you not be? He was even grumpier than Conner was when he joined, making him extra fun to mess with.
You had no chill when flirting with him, he decided immediately that was annoyed with you. And did not want to be friends.
Because his actual friends brought him joy, they made him laugh and they listened to him when he had bad days. You? You made a bad first impression, therefore he refused give you the chance to do any of those things.
Often telling you to buzz off and if you didn’t he’d “choke you with a hair ball.” Kinky, you replied.
He hated it.
Until you found out about his girl, his other Cat. Cheshire. That’s when things changed. You were less…on him.
"Me and her were never a thing!"
"Getting defensive there. Afraid I'll get jealous?"
"I could care less about your feelings."
“Oh really? Is that right?”
His eye twitched. He couldn’t believe he was trying to…reassure you? Was that what he was doing?
He was trying to make sure you knew he wasn’t with Cheshire. That her feelings were one sided. It’s something he shouldn’t be doing, he tells himself. In fact, he should be doing the opposite. Tell you that she means something to him, or maybe stay quiet and insinuate that they had something going on.
To get you off his back.
You seemed to back off completely when you found out Cheshire flirted with him often on missions when the goal was to take her down. Much like how the team’s predicament when they first met you.
It made you…upset?
And for some reason that made him upset.
“So you’re my Roy Toy? Mine completely?” Wally and Robin had originally griped about the nickname until it eventually made them laugh. They came to appreciate it.
“I’m no one’s. Not yours, not Cheshire’s, not the Justice League’s nor the team’s.”
“You will be mine one day, Speedy. And you’ll love it.”
Roy doesn’t respond but he feels like…there is some truth to your playful statement.
Maybe one day.
bonus:
THE TEAM
They all slowly turn towards you.
"...you've kissed all of us?"
You only shrug, “wasn’t that obvious?”
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you can tell I got lazy lmaooo
I hate how I formatted this omg
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bubbleggum444 · 5 months ago
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—❝S∪GAƦ, YES PLEASE!❞
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𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 jason todd x fem!reader, bride/wifey!reader au, tooth rotting fluff (+ a teeny tiny bit of angst), songfic (bc i'm high-key a sucker for them), 2k+ wc.
𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 jason marrying the love of his life—you :)
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[I'm hurting, baby, I'm broken down. I need your lovin', lovin', I need it now.]
The man Jason used to be before he met her and the man standing at the altar now were two entirely different people. Before, he was hardened, broken, convinced he was beyond saving. After the resurrection, he had been nothing more than a shell of himself—no longer the sweet, happy Robin. But then she came into his life, and piece by piece, she put him back together. Every time she was near, she picked up his shattered remains, healing him in ways he never thought possible. She became the guardian angel his 15-year-old self had desperately needed.
Now, standing at the altar, waiting for her, Jason felt something foreign yet familiar—hope.
[When I'm without ya, I'm something weak. You got me beggin', beggin', I'm on my knees.]
The weight of the moment pressed down on him. Everyone’s eyes were on him—it was expected, of course, he was the groom. But Jason had never liked being in the spotlight. His heart pounded against his ribs, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wasn’t nervous about marrying her—that was the one thing he was sure of—but the anticipation, the sheer magnitude of what was about to happen, sent his nerves into overdrive.
Then, the music changed. A hush fell over the room.
And as Jason lifted his head, his breath caught in his throat.
There she was.
Walking toward him, down the long white aisle, looking every bit like the angel she had always been to him. His knees nearly buckled. Was it the nerves? Or was it the sight of her—the woman who would soon be his wife?
Both. It was both. And for her, Jason would go to his knees all over again.
[I don't wanna be needing your love. I just wanna be deep in your love.]
The Jason before her had been defensive, guarded, unwilling to let anyone in. No matter how sweet she was, he had fought against needing her—whether because he felt too broken, too unworthy, or simply too afraid to be vulnerable.
But as she walked toward him now, memories of her flooded his mind.
The first time they met—her tumbling into him, muddy and scraped up from roller-skating straight into his path. Jason had barely had time to register what had happened before he was on his knees, making sure she was okay.
Their first date—her in a sundress that made her glow like the sun itself, laughing as she compared them to mismatched socks. "We're like a perfect pair!" she'd said. He hadn't known if it was the way she made imperfection seem beautiful or the way she so easily called them a couple, but his knees had felt weak even then.
Jason had once told himself he didn't want to need her love. But he had missed the memo—his heart had already been deep in her love from the first moment he saw her. And for the first time since his resurrection, Jason Todd didn’t mind needing someone else.
[And it's killing me when you're away, ooh, baby.]
As she reached him, he took her hands in his, steadying both her and himself. Another memory surfaced.
Jason, exhausted, dragging himself home after another brutal night of crime-fighting. His body ached, his mind was drained, and his soul felt heavier than ever. But when he opened the door to his apartment, warmth wrapped around him like a long-lost embrace.
The fire crackled softly in the dim room, the smell of roasted beef lingering in the air. And then, there she was. Smiling at him, eyes full of love. A moment later, she was in his arms.
"I got off early from nursing school," she had said, as if those simple words weren’t everything.
But they were everything.
Jason had never realized just how much he needed her—how much he hated being away from her—until that moment.
[Cause I don't really care where you are. I just wanna be there where you are.]
Now, in the present, Jason’s cold hands enveloped hers, his world narrowing to just her. The nervousness, the crowd, the weight of all the eyes watching—it all disappeared.
And then, finally, his lips met hers. A kiss filled with love, devotion, and every spoken and unspoken vow in his heart.
It didn’t matter where they were—in his tiny apartment, feeding ducks by the river, ice skating (and failing miserably), or lost in a crowd larger than Gotham itself.
Jason didn’t care.
As long as he was wherever she was, that was enough.
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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑
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morverenmaybewrites · 9 months ago
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wait r we allowed to send these in for characters u write for? :o
cuz i’m curious abt this one “What freaks them out the most in a relationship?” for jason
Yes, please do!
"What freaks them out most in a relationship?"| Jason Todd
Honestly, I think Jason Todd is afraid to love again, simply because of the way he loves. He tends to love wholeheartedly, without reservation, often to the point of self-destruction.
Remember that this is the man who endured at least six months worth of torture just so he wouldn't betray his father. Not a lot of people are capable of that sort of loyalty. 
To add insult to injury, it's very likely that he never got to experience any sort of positive reinforcement when it comes to loving a person.
In my Arkham fanfics, Jason's father was an abusive drunk and his mother was a junkie. While he learned to avoid his father, I'd like to think that he did hold some sort of love for his mother. He tried, in his own way, to take care of her, keep her safe.
He'd put a blanket over her when she was lost in her heroine-dreams, he'd wipe the drool from the side of her mouth, he'd leave stolen food next to her sweat-stained mattress for when she woke up. And all it ever got Jason, I imagine, was an absent-minded sort of affection. Perhaps she'd give him a vague smile, her eyes bloodshot and glassy, as if she wasn’t really seeing him, perhaps she'd ruffle his hair.
And for a long time, he'd think that was love.
Something rare, something small, but something that kept him warm all the same (for East End was a cold place), and he'd sip it like rainwater between his cupped palms, because it was all he'd ever known.
But then he gets adopted, and suddenly his perspective changes. 
Love, he realizes, can be patient. It can be his father Bruce, who somehow never got angry at him during those early days, when hope had warmed the inside of his chest like a swallowed star.
Love can be easy, he learns. It can be something as simple as Alfred, waiting up for him after a long rainy night, bringing him towels that were somehow always warm. It can be warm soup on the days that he woke up with a sore throat and a fever burning through his skin (and even to this day, he marvels at the idea that in Wayne Manor, food can come so easily--without stealing, without a fight).
But, he'll also tragically learn (or so he thinks) that love has to be earned.
I've always had this idea (and I stand by it) that Bruce did love his kids, deeply. But because of his own issues, he couldn’t love them in a way that they needed to be loved (and isn’t that true of most parents?).
It is the way Bruce never smiled at him when he was Robin. 
It is long nights of training just for a hint of his father’s approval. 
It is the constant comparison to another son, one who is faster, smarter, and better in every way. 
It is the way he thinks–and becomes terrified–that if he doesn’t earn his place in Wayne Manor, if he doesn’t earn his father’s love, he will be back in that cold place in East End where nothing can ever keep him warm again. 
And then Joker happens.
And then Joker happens. 
And no matter how strong he tried to be, how silent, no matter how much he tried to endure. 
He breaks (clean in two, a crack so wide it will never heal, you can trace the fractured seam of him and find the exact place where his heart was broken). 
Even worse, Batman breaks: he leaves Jason for dead (or so he thinks).
And a part of him will always think: is it enough? Was I not enough? 
Was it not enough to endure? To stay silent? To keep his father’s secrets?
Had Jason somehow, through some fault in his won, not done enough to earn being loved, being saved?
(Is he always going to be that small child in East End, and all he will ever know of it are vague smiles through bloodshot, glassy eyes? Was this his punishment for hoping for more? He can drink and drink and it will never be enough, the rainwater will always slip through his palms). 
And then there’s you. 
And at first he thinks it’s easy (as easy as warm soup on days when he’s feeling sick, as easy as a towel after a night in the rain), because you are brave and reckless and you are quite pretty when you smile. And it has been so long since he’s had a friend. 
It’s easy because you’re easy to be with: you read into his silences, you calm him down when he falters and you are braver than he gives you credit for (and there are days when he wishes that you are less brave). 
It is easy until one day, Jason realizes what’s happening and the first thing he thinks is that he can’t go through this again. 
He cannot be that child in East End, who follows his mother for crumbs of her affection like a dog starving for scraps.
He cannot be the boy in the Batcave, practicing over and over just so he’ll finally get to see his father’s smile
He cannot be Robin in Arkham Asylum, with a bullet hole in his chest and a brand burning on his face
And yet, and yet, Jason does not know any other way to love. 
He does not know of any other way it does not end in tragedy (and hurt and pain and betrayal). 
Oh, he is terrified. He thinks he fears you more than any other living thing in Gotham. 
To love you, he thinks, is to give you the chance to destroy him all over again. 
And he can’t, he can’t go through that again. 
(But oh, there are days Jason thinks you will be worth it.). 
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wheneverfeasible · 2 months ago
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Girlie, I'm gonna need some abo recs. Steddie and otherwise. You've got me intrigued
(lowkey browsing your blog for more writing)
Oh! Yes! Hello!
First off, I do want to point out that when using the initials, it’s best to use slashes in-between (a/b/o) as the term without those is actually a slur against the Australian indigenous community. Just something to think about, no hate or anything! ♥️
As for recs, I’ll just stick with Steddie for now as that’s my brainrot ship…
Honestly, anything by @lexirosewrites is fantastic. My personal favorites tho are:
Bad Bet wherein Steve is a secret omega and bet by Tommy to take alpha and freak Eddie Munson to prom as a prank, only to fall for the strange alpha.
Online, Offline (Out of My Mind) where famous actor and secret omega Steve finds his scentmate through an online dating service thanks to Robin.
Bandaids for the Heart where Steve is a pediatric nurse and Eddie is a single dad whose kiddo might be trying to play matchmaker.
And the Sun Will Rise which has Steve as a packless omega suffering through isolation sickness during the zombie apocalypse, until a certain alpha and his pack take him in.
Baby Mine wherein Eddie discovers he’s pregnant and because of past trauma assumes Steve will expect him to get rid of it, so it’s definitely angsty but with sweet comfort and a happy ending.
But really all of their stuff is fantastic.
As for other fics, I heartily recommend Look For the Boy With the Broken Smile, Ask Him if He Wants to Stay Awhile by Eenselwig_98 ( @sunlight-and-moonshine) and honestly it might be time for another reread of this fic for myself too. But Steve is an omega who’s been hurt so many times that he thinks he’s only good enough to fuck and not mate, except Eddie is head over heels for him.
And can’t forget Whatever you want it to be by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation where omega Eddie is slipped a heat triggering drug by Jason who plans to assault him but he’s saved by Steve who offers his assistance with the after effects of the drug.
Build a Life With You by StarsHideYourFires ( @starshideurfics ) which is a historical omegaverse where omega Steve has a secret that leads him to abandoning the socialite life to become a mail order bride to an alpha he never met in a small rural town. (The author has a lot of fics I enjoy, actually, but I’m only sharing finished fics here, but do please check out the other stuff too!)
the potential of us by emchant3d has both enemies-to-lovers and former hookups fake dating as omega Steve and alpha Eddie try to get their besties off their backs about dating each other. Side ship Buckingham.
feel forever its soft fall and swell by hejustlikemefr which is another historical omegaverse that is an Organ Trail kind of au, young omega Steve and older alpha Eddie have a marriage of convenience to help protect Steve.
The Unbearable Horniness of Steve by @fkinkindagauche has that delicious angst of the classic friends-to-lovers and some classic misunderstanding. (The author also has a Harringrove fic called Goldilocks for all you Billy lovers out there.)
It’ll be fine. Probably. by @stevieschrodinger which is a modern au with an omega Eddie who finds out he’s pregnant and returns to Hawkins where he runs into high school crush and current librarian, alpha Steve Harrington. I love this version of Eddie so much.
Good Omega by Batty4Steddie and @spicycinnabun is another excellent omega Eddie fic where alpha Steve is in the band with him and flirt on stage and Steve is ready to finally claim Eddie as his while Eddie…assumes Steve is straight.
And then we have my lovely @katyawriteswhump with so many wonderful offerings that I can’t even attempt to list them, each one full of angst, fluff, humor, and feels.
Honestly there’s so many I loved and enjoyed but I would say these fics and authors are a great place to start. Many of them inspired my own writing so every single one of them is worth checking out. Each have their own style and it makes for such a lovely exploration of a beloved trope.
And I know that there’s more out there, but this is getting a bit long already, so maybe I’ll do another rec list one of these days lol.
Now off to work I must go! I hope you find joy in these favorites of mine just like I did, my dear anon!
Love to all these fantastic and marvelously talented creators! I’m definitely rereading some these rn 🤭
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vxnuslogy · 1 year ago
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— broken toys. ft sunday
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— warnings: slight angst
— author's note: my entry to the sunday brainrot, aka me manifesting for playable sunday.
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sunday was the most desired man in all of penacony, and for a good reason too.
head of the oak family; the most handsome bachelor on the planet; a preacher of harmony that wanted the best for his home; what was there to not like about him? you were no stranger to the way he stared at gatherings hosted by the family, his gaze lingered too much on you; happened too many times to count as a mere coincidence. it sent your heart into a blazing beat, one that made your cheeks flush whenever he stood anywhere near you. just hearing his voice – the awkward laugh that rang like wedding bells when mr. gopher wood joked about the two of you being a match made in heaven – it became your favorite thing in the world.
the idea of marrying sunday has always been on the table ever since you were children. one playdate after the other – most of which were spent on the beach – where you, sunday, and his darling little sister robin would create sandcastles for miles. role playing as the kingdom’s regency while robin sang you songs until she fell asleep. such fond memories manifested itself to a lightcone that now sat in your bedroom. mr. wood was not blind with the way sunday looked at you – neither were you – and ever since then, he’d consistently bug you to marry his adoptive son who hid behind his wings to save his face.
and so you did. you married the man of your dreams and relished in being loved like a saint. 
every waking hour with sunday was spent with him worshiping the very ground you set foot on. slipping his hand under the table in meetings to fit yours because you were his rock, making sure he never strayed too far from you because to him, being away from you was the deadliest sin of them all. he loved you like the sun; burning brightly and warming your coldest days with only a whisper of sweet nothings in your ear as you let his touch scorch your skin in a way that made you wince but love him all the same. basking in the way his lips carved his name in your own with such passion you would close your eyes to everything else - he was the only view you would ever look at.
sunday burned brightly, but he burnt too quickly. just like how the sun could never stay in the sky forever, his revelry in you also faded like the waking night when the moon and stars started to replace him. sunday became too consumed in his goals of harmony, so much so that he lost his way that not even you, his darling, couldn’t save him from. 
even if his hands still gravitated towards yours, they no longer had the same warmth that you savored in his presence. he confessed his deadliest sins – the sin of being away from you – every night under the night sky’s judgment, only to commit them again the following morning. 
such was the cycle of sunday’s habit when he obtained his favorite toy. 
he drowned himself in the great pleasures of finally having his hands on the toy he’s been pining over for years. indulging himself in the adoration he had for you even if sometimes, it flickered with something more sinister, something much darker than the adoration he bathed and convinced you in. you let him suffocate in this false devotion until he started to pull back in boredom. until his favorite toy - you - was no longer his favorite.
you would pull away, starting to realize how this was not right, only for him to come sweep you of your feet – the same awkward laughter that once rang like wedding bells now sounded like red sirens, warning you of the danger you’d always ignore – and your falling back into the same maze that was your husband.
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katyawriteswhump · 5 months ago
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love and other catastrophes at the omega cafe (5.2/8) 🐈‍⬛
Here's the rest of today's chapter. I hope you enjoy 💚 
Summary: Steve is a runaway Omega who gets a job at an Omega café, where he’s basically paid to curl up and purr in Alphas’ laps. It’s legal, and he earns a living, rents his own place. He’s getting along fine for a packless Omega. Then Alpha rockstar Eddie Munson turns up for an hour of ‘kitty’ petting, and shatters Steve’s fragile little world…
Rating: E; CW: reference to past drug use; Tags: omega steve, alpha eddie, a/b/o dynamics, fluff and angst, sexual content 💚 
Chapter 1 on tumblr (also index post) Chapter 2 on tumblr Chapter 3.1 Chapter 3.2 Chapter 4.1 Chapter 4.2 Chapter 5.1
Chapter 5.2
Eddie placed Steve back on his feet. A cool wind cleaved between them, and Steve wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. Before Eddie could do anything about it, Robin stomped toward them. “Get inside, Steve, before you catch your death!”
“Seriously?” Steve rolled his eyes and retreated into the apartment. Eddie disappeared behind the screen to get changed, acutely aware that Robin remained, waiting on the other side.
“You do realise how far you’ve gone?” she hissed. “If you drop him now, he’ll get rejection sickness.”
 “I’m deadly serious about this, Ma’am. That’s why we’re courting.”
“Is that what you say to all of them? Huh? Huh? How many Omegas have you been with this year? This month?”
“Listen, since I arrived in this city, I’ve honestly towed the line as your bonafide rockstar monk. Even at ‘Kitties’, I only ever wanted Steve.”
“Before that?”
For a moment, Eddie considered dropping his tone below an Omega’s hearing range. In case Steve was listening. Then he felt an asshat for it and spoke in his normal voice. “Look, I’ve never courted anyone before. Yeah, I’ve had plenty of sex—Betas, Alpha on Alpha, you freakin’ name it, sister. And I’ve helped more than a few willing Omegas through their heats. Ya know, one-heat stands and then swapsies to help me through my ruts, plus a bunch of one-night stands.”
He cringed. Truth was, he had few regrets. He didn’t even believe he’d left too long a trail of broken hearts. Everything had been so casual, beginning to end. When the sex got out of hand—like the nasty white powder he’d snorted before every concert a year or so back—he’d worked hard to kick the habit. With the help of his friends.
He still wished he’d saved himself for Steve. Wtf? WTF?
“I’m not so different from most Alphas.” He dragged on his pants, which proved an effort what with his lingering dampness and other jutting obstacles. “We are known for spreading our wild oats.”
“Yeah, but you’re more an industrial seed spreader. How do I know you’re not gonna kick Steve like he’s another bad habit and leave him to rot?”
She was slashing him open, right here in his own apartment. His instinct was to chew her head off. Instead, as he emerged from behind the screen, he’d gotten his hands clasped imploringly.
“I swear, I could never hurt him. I’ve never felt like this before. I’d literally die to protect him. Please, if you’d just trust me?”
A beat passed. He grew aware that Steve was drawing close again. His peachy-floral-vanilla scent spiralled up Eddie’s nostrils. It made him crazy-happy, even under Robin’s withering glare.
“I’m watching you,” she said. Then her lips twisted into a smirk. “I’m watching you both. You’re ridiculously cute together. Don’t ruin it.”
The meal passed smoothly enough. Robin had thawed, and Eddie talked fairly openly about rehab—the time he went in for his coke addiction, at any rate. Robin and Wayne got along famously, as did Wayne and Steve, who started chatting about hockey. The topic always bored the crap out of Eddie. His brain still raced ahead to some magical evening when they’d watch a game together, and he could piss them off yelling for the ‘wrong’ side.
Steve, meanwhile, relaxed into a cute, playful mood that Eddie found totally infectious.
Yeah, they giggled and played footsie. Yeah, Eddie squeezed Steve’s knee every time he got the faintest chance. When Steve complained he was stuffed, Eddie slid his hand up and under Steve’s now untucked shirt to feel the faint swell of that glorious little tummy.
And… yes, yes, oh fuck, YES, BABY!
Steve’s fingers wandered tentatively across Eddie’s thigh more than once, darting back before he’d gotten his hand over Eddie’s dick.
“Looking for something?” whispered Eddie eventually, voice tight, because he’d gotten more-than-a-semi throbbing away again.
When Steve answered with a gasp of mock innocence, Eddie grabbed his hand and shoved it there. “See what you’re doing to me, Omega.”
Steve’s giggles grew so excited he hiccupped loudly, distracting the Betas from their animated conversation. “So, Eddie,” said Robin, with a terrifying smile, “when exactly were you gonna tell Steve you’ve gotten several gigs coming up, like, on the other side of the continent?”
“It’s hardly a state secret,” answered Eddie, breezily enough. “The world and their mother can look up Corroded Coffin’s schedule online.” Guilt clanged, all the same. He honestly hadn’t wanted to think about it, let alone talk about it. To be brutal, since he’d met Steve, all of his former priorities, including touring and recording their new album, had felt trivial.  “I’ll be gone for less than a fortnight,” he said to Steve, dead earnest now. “It won’t get in the way of our courting.”
“When do you go?” asked Steve.
“In three days.” Steve’s shoulders slumped a little, and Eddie grimaced. Those days would be packed with rehearsals, unless he really blew the guys off on this. “Sorry.”
“I’m cool,” said Steve, then, with a sniff, “you better call.”
I don’t want to call you. I want you to come with me.
The words teetered on the tip of Eddie’s tongue. Then Robin leaped up, causing her chair to clatter behind her and nearly topple. “It’s nearly midnight. Steve, we gotta go.”
They parted with hugs and smiles, although Steve seemed slightly subdued.
Once they’d gone, Eddie wanted to slap himself, and only just drew back from kicking a hole in the wall.
He’d fucked up. Steve was gone. Despite all his burning desire to protect the Omega, he was the one who’d wound up hurting him.
He was gonna have to think about the gigs. He was gonna have to be all fucking adult and responsible and think everything through. Because the idea of being without Steve, even for a day or so, was a freakin’ miserable one.
On the other hand, Corroded Coffin gigs were noisy and chaotic, a melting pot of aggressive Alpha scents. They were hardly a great hang-out for any Omega. Certainly not one who reacted so strongly to music.
And specifically, to Eddie’s music.
Wayne headed to bed as soon as they’d finished clearing up. Eddie had way too much restless energy to sleep. He changed into his slouchiest sweatpants and headed out onto the veranda, clutching a bourbon.
Which he placed, untouched, beside a swing sculpted to look like an enormous coconut. Gazing out across the twinkling lights of the city, he tried to focus, to think stuff through.
It was darn impossible. His need for the Omega was visceral, an agony that twisted in his heart, his mind… and, yeeeeeah, his dick.
The distant ding of the elevator cut through the quiet. A fresh wisp of Steve’s scent reached Eddie’s accelerating breaths, and those torturously tight knots inside him began to release.
He rushed forward to greet his Omega. Steve kinda tripped through the veranda doors and tumbled into Eddie’s opened arms: “What the heck are you doing here, Steve? Where’s Robin?”
“I ditched her,” said Steve. “She thinks I’m home in bed. Love her to bits, but she was… cramping my style. We need to talk. Like, properly talk.”
Eddie agreed, but his mind was veering farther than ever from clarity. His hands slid up around Steve’s face. Their bodies notched together so perfectly, and Steve was literally melting into him.
With an effort, Eddie eked out words that weren’t entirely dictated by physical needs. “What do you want to know, Baby? Whatever it is, just ask.”
“Well, I kinda wanted to talk about me, not just you, and…um…" Steve trailed off, fretting his lower lip. Eddie let rip instead, words tumbling from him, barely coherent, before he could stop himself:
“You’re safe with me, Steve. You’ll always be safe with me. When you offered yourself at the café, all the mindfulness, tranqs, all the months of therapy… It flew straight outta the window. I wanted you… It was agony… but I couldn’t hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
“Woah! That’s a lot.” Steve was smiling. Eddie’s lust-addled brain took it as a win. “All of it good. I trust you, Eddie, which is why…” He winced slightly, trailing off.
Eddie glided one of his hands to Steve’s nape. “What is it, Baby?”
“You know what part of your music really flipped me out? It was the lyric ‘home.’ From your lips. Honestly, in that moment, you could’ve done anything with me. I was ready to roll over, offer all I got. I guess… we weren’t ready.”
Eddie wracked his brain. Home. Something about ‘the death-knell dialling home?’
He’d almost forgotten that lyric, which seemed throwaway and unimportant now. Though he was damn sure Steve was the one who’d gotten those creative juices flowing again, and…
…Steve wanted a home. With Eddie. After less than a week knowing each other.
Eddie was fiiiine with that.
Yeah, it was quick. Wayne and Robin would both have plenty to say about it. Right now, Eddie couldn’t give a rat’s ass. Steve perfumed the cool night air like a counter at Macy’s, and Eddie was releasing a cloud of aroma you could probably smell on that near-full moon.
His blood thundering in his ears, he tuned back into Steve’s quiet voice.
“Look, I’m not asking you to offer me that home, not without knowing me better. There’s stuff I need to tell you, serious stuff, and… Oh!”
Animal instincts kicked in. Eddie swept Steve up into his arms, like earlier. Steve reacted instantly, reclining bonelessly. His head flopped backward, and he offered up his pale throat, unsullied by any mating bite, to Eddie.
Eddie’s gaze drilled through layers of suddenly translucent skin and into Steve’s pulsing veins. His lips peeled back, and… HOLY FUCK, NO MUNCHIES YET, MUNSON! Steve, fortunately, lifted his head back up: “Alpha,” he murmured, eyes glazed and spacey. “I-I’m ready for that kiss Robin interrupted.”
Eddie knew his smile remained savage. “I’d say I’m ready too, Omega.”
Steve inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. Eddie closed in.
At the featherlight touch of lips, relief and excitement raced through Eddie in equal measures. He moved his mouth caressingly, savoring the pure, perfect flavor of his Omega, inhaling Steve’s sweet sigh. Steve slid fingers up into Eddie’s hair, tangled, tugged and clung, urging Eddie on.
Finally, Eddie slid his tongue between those butter-soft lips, claiming a kiss that he was damn sure he’d craved his entire life.
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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years ago
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The Pariahs That Saved The World
robin buckley x fem!reader
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Summary: When Vecna comes to town, Robin and her friends need all the help they can get in the final battle. The gang searches for an old friend she's never met before. But what Robin didn't know, was that the help would catch her attention in more ways than one.
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The Introduction
Chapter One: A New Friend, A New Enemy
Chapter Two: Safe From Heartbreak
Chapter Three: Bad Dreams
Chapter Four: Two Can Keep A Secret
Chapter Five: Unrequited Lover's Lake (Part One)
Chapter Five: Unrequited Lover's Lake (Part Two)
Chapter Six: Prophetic Girl
Chapter Seven: We Are The Pariahs
Chapter Eight: Stealing Hearts, Broken Souls
Chapter Nine: I Can't Save The World Without Her [coming soon]
The Epilogue [coming soon]
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glitterguts13 · 6 months ago
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Sunday muttering bible verses while in labor with Gallaghar’s child
This is so good for my religious trauma. I did write this with a modern day AU in mind, so just take note of that if the setting seems odd.
Sunday was good at keeping secrets. Ever since he was a child, his life had been filled with them. The Family had an image to uphold after all, and he wasn't going to be the one to shatter their facade.
At least, that's what Sunday had thought.
The house was quiet, Gopher was out for the night, attending one of Robin's concerts across town. Normally, Sunday would be there too, front and center, watching as her voice and words reached the hearts of thousands, while Gopher handed out business cards and fliers for their church.
Tonight, though, Sunday had told them he was ill, couldn't risk making a scene when it was Robin's special night. Gopher had been disappointed but waved it off without much thought.
It had been hard, near impossible to keep the burden growing inside his womb a secret. More than once he was positive either Robin or Gopher were onto him, but if they were, they didn't give it away.
Hands clasped tightly, Sunday kneels beside of his bed, trembling and cold, belly round with child.
""Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise." pathetic, weak. One night of foolish actions and God had condemned him. Allowed that beast of a man to plant his seed inside his womb, and leave him to clean up the mess.
Gallagher would have been happy, Sunday knows that much.
Always teasing, always taunting, offering him a way out, a path to sin and suffering.
"Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled." Sunday can taste the salt of his tears as they drip from his cheeks, down his lips.
The bastard child inside his womb shifts, heavy between his legs, pushing, stretching, tearing him open from the inside out. A white, hot knife sliced him from front to back, blood and fluid pooling below him.
A sob catches, his words broken, clasped hands finally forced apart as he reaches down. His fingers graze over something hard and wet, sticky with his insides.
 "Father, help me to keep my focus on You when the pain and hurt are overwhelming. Help me be faithful and see the good and blessings surrounding me-" Pushing his face into the side of his mattress, Sunday muffles a scream, every muscle inside him tightening like a drum as it forced the parasite free, "Please strengthen my mind, heart, and body, and heal me today. May the Holy Spirit guide me in peace and comfort!" voice cracking, sobbing, it falls to the floor between his damp thighs, squawling loudly and flailing angrily as he cautiously lifted the infant to his bare chest.
"...Amen."
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hbyrde36 · 2 years ago
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STWG Prompt 12/24/2023 Missed Mistletoe 🎄
Merry Christmas Eve! Please ignore any typos or grammar errors and whatever else, I would have reviewed and edited more but it's time to prepare for my own celebrations!!
Christmas Eve, 1989.
Today was the day. 
After nearly three years of pining after Eddie, Steve was finally going to do something about it. Though, to be fair there were a lot of reasons he had hesitated to take action before now. 
In the months after Vecna and the Upside Down, Steve and Eddie grew close. It was bound to happen, trauma bonding and all that, and it didn’t hurt that Eddie and his Uncle spent a few weeks staying in Steve’s guest room while Eddie recovered from his injuries and he and his uncle looked for a new place to live. 
When the two of them did finally move out, Steve found that his house felt even more empty than it had before. He spent a little time feeling depressed and a little lonely about it, and trying to hide it from everyone as best he could, but of course Eddie noticed anyway. He began to show up at Steve’s house unannounced, coming over any time he felt like it. Steve would often come home from work to find Eddie already there curled up on the couch waiting for him. It was nice. 
Nicer were the nights they spent at Eddie’s own home, a small two bedroom house not far from the Byers old place. He, Eddie, and Wayne would have dinner together and talk about their days, and Steve would find himself wishing he could have this all the time, especially when he and Eddie would crash together on the other boy’s full size bed. It was big enough to hold them both, but small enough that they had to cuddle a bit to make sure neither of them fell off as they slept, which quickly became Steve's favorite part of nights at Eddie’s.
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1987 saw Steve privately coming to grips with the fact that he was not as straight as he had previously thought, and had developed a debilitating crush on Eddie, using the term private loosely of course, because Robin was with him, supporting him every step of the way. 
The following year he and Eddie continued to grow closer, to the detriment of Steve’s sanity.
Best friends for all intents and purposes, though they never used that phrase out loud to describe each other, lest Dustin catch wind of it. He was already appalled at the amount of time they spent together without him. Obviously the kid knew it was possible to have more than one best friend, himself having several, but it was still a fight Steve had no interest in listening to. 
‘88 was also the year that Eddie came out to him, as well as the rest of the party. Steve was elated to find out that he might actually have a chance with his crush, but nervous since just because Eddie liked boys didn’t mean he would be interested in Steve that way. 
But, Steve never got a chance to confess his feelings. 
It turned out that the reason Eddie had finally come out was because he wanted to introduce them all, and Steve in particular, to his new boyfriend. They were (best) friends after all, and he wanted Steve’s opinion. 
Mark.
There was nothing wrong with the guy, per se. He treated Eddie well and they had the same taste in movies and music. It was more than he and Steve had in common. Mark seemed to make Eddie happy, and that was all that really mattered. 
So, as heartbroken as he was about it, Steve gave his stamp of approval and spent the next 6 months in agony. Their sleepovers came to an end, and dinners with Eddie and Wayne became fewer and far between. It wasn’t Eddie’s doing, in fact he confronted Steve about it a few times, hurt that they were spending less and less time together. He couldn’t tell Eddie the truth, that he was pulling away to save his own heart, so he just said he was busy, and besides, he didn’t want to take away from Eddie’s time with his boyfriend. 
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Then, Eddie and Mark broke up. Steve would have felt worse about how happy he was to hear that news, but Eddie didn’t seem overly broken up about it. He’d even told Steve that while he was a little sad that things didn’t work out, it was for the best, though he never really explained why, and the two of them fell back into old habits in no time. 
That had been a few months ago, and Steve finally felt like the time was right to tell Eddie how he felt, he just wasn’t sure exactly how to go about it. 
The idea came to him a few weeks before Christmas, when he and Robin were putting up decorations around Family Video, desperately trying to bring a little festive cheer to the place. He spotted a sprig of artificial mistletoe mixed in with tinsel and garland in a box and instantly came up with the perfect plan. 
He would hang it above the door to the break room, and the next time Eddie came in to bug him on his lunch break he would make sure they walked through that doorway together. It was a foolproof way to find out the truth. If Eddie kissed him, he’d know his feelings were returned, and if Eddie made a joke about it, then he’d know it wasn’t meant to be. 
Except when Eddie did finally come in, he didn’t even seem to notice the mistletoe hanging there. He completely missed it! Steve knew he could have pointed it out but he lost his nerve, and somehow it felt like cheating. They still had a nice time hanging out that day, his breaks were always more fun when Eddie stopped by, and he figured he’d get another chance. There was still a week and a half to go until Christmas. 
But, Eddie continued to be frustratingly oblivious every time he entered the video store. 
Steve tried everything, well, everything except using his words.
He moved the plastic mockery of mistletoe all around the store. Tried hanging it from the alcove that separated the kids section from the rest of the movies, and then the spot above the cash register where the little door opened to let them get behind the desk. He even hung it next to the bell above the front door a few times, which would admittedly be an ill-advised location for a same-sex kiss in a town like Hawkins, but Steve was beginning to get desperate. 
Each time Eddie visited Steve made sure they walked together under wherever he had placed the godforsaken plant that day, and each time Eddie refused to look up. At a certain point Steve began to think that maybe he was ignoring it on purpose, but in his defense Eddie had been acting a little distracted lately.
Before Steve knew it, Christmas eve had rolled around and his window for getting Eddie to kiss him under the mistletoe was rapidly closing. He was hosting the entire crew at his house for a little party and asked Eddie to come along early to help set up. 
He was taking no chances this time, forgoing the artificial Mistletoe for the real thing, he hung a fresh sprig of the plant from every single doorway and transitional space in the house. He was pretty sure there wasn’t a single piece of the stuff left in the entire county that he hadn’t bought, and if his plan worked, it would have been more than worth it. 
He jumped when the doorbell rang a half past 4. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to arrive this early, and Eddie hadn't used the doorbell at his house in years. He glanced through the peephole and sure enough it was Eddie, standing awkwardly on the front porch. He looked the same way Steve felt, nervous.  
Steve took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, palms immediately gone sweaty when he took in Eddie’s full appearance. He was wearing his nicest jeans, the only pair he owned without any rips in them and what had to be, hands down, the ugliest Christmas sweater Steve had ever seen. It was incredible, he loved it, even more for the fact that he knew Eddie had only worn it for him, to be festive for his party. 
He opened his mouth to tease the other boy for it but felt all the breath get sucked out of his lungs when Eddie stepped in close, bringing them nearly chest to chest and gave a shy tentative smile. 
He had one hand hidden behind his back, something Steve hadn’t noticed at first, but did now as Eddie raised his arm up high above their heads and dangling from his fingers was a small bundle of mistletoe tied together with a bright red ribbon. 
Steve froze, staring at Eddie in shock. 
He must have hesitated for a second too long. Eddie’s smile fell, face crumpling a bit as his arm began to drop. Steve snapped himself out of it and reached up to grasp Eddie’s wrist gently, holding the plant where it was as he finally closed the distance between them to crash their lips together. 
It was Eddie’s turn to freeze, but only for a second. He recovered quickly, melting into the kiss as he wound his free arm around Steve’s waist, tugging him in close. 
When they finally separated Eddie sighed happily, he let the mistletoe drop and as they lowered their hands Steve slid his palm into Eddie’s, fingers entwined. 
Eddie rested his forehead against Steves, a wide grin spreading over his face as he spoke. “Wow, that went about as well as I could have hoped for. I’ve wanted to do that for so long, Stevie, you have no idea. I just didn’t know if you could ever be interested in me like that.” 
And Steve couldn't help it, he burst out laughing.
He laughed so hard he doubled over, completely hysterical and out of breath, and only managed to stop when a look of hurt crossed over Eddie’s face. 
He leaned in and pressed another quick kiss to Eddie’s cheek and squeezed his hand. 
“I swear I'm not laughing at you, Eds. It’s just… “ He giggled again, unable to contain himself. “Come inside and I'll show you.” 
Eddie quirked his eyebrow curiously but let himself be led inside.
Steve walked them over hand and hand to the doorway between the living room and the kitchen looking up pointedly until Eddie followed his gaze, eyes growing wide as he spotted the mistletoe hanging there. 
“Steve, what…?”
He cut off Eddie’s question with a quick kiss before dragging him off to the entrance of the dining room where another bit of green hung above their heads. Another quick touch of lips and off they went to the next doorway, and then the next, and the next, and the next.
After a full tour the two boys collapsed on the couch in a fresh fit of giggles. “I can’t believe you did all this!” Eddie said.
“I’ll admit it might have been a little over the top, but this was my hail mary attempt. I’ve been trying to get you to kiss me under the mistletoe for weeks! I can’t believe you beat me to it, and on your first try!” 
Eddie blanched. “Wait, what?!!”
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pearynice · 1 year ago
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The Moon Turns Gold
Summary: Having been forced to bear witness to his parent's toxic soulmate bond, Eddie Munson promises himself he will never fall in love. Promises himself he will never curse another with the touch that will bind his soul to theirs, promises himself to never let another do the same to him in return. But in the spring of 1986, when Chrissy Cunningham is murdered in front of him, breaking those exact promises may prove to be what saves him. Pairing: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley Rating: M Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trans Eddie Munson, Canon-Typical Violence Chapters: 2/8
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It's here!!!!
I am so very excited to finally be able to share this fic that I have been working on for months now! It is based on the absolutely beautiful art from @hereforanepilogue 💗✨ you can find their GORGEOUS art here!
It will update weekly on Tuesdays, and the first two chapters are already posted!
I cannot thank my wonderful betas @ghostdeb and @theheadlessphilosopher enough, this fic would not exist as it is now without them. They are also both incredible and fantastic authors in their own right, please go check them out!
And thank you to my wonderful friend @hitlikehammers, who held my hand through writing this. ✨
Snippet below the cut!
From a young age Eddie Munson wore his heart on his sleeve. He cried when his mother killed bugs in their kitchen. Hid behind his fingers when his father watched his shows that scared him. Wailed when the neighborhood cats caught animals small enough for even his growing hands to hold.
Eddie buried himself in the pages of books, instead, books that waxed poetically about happily ever afters, imagining himself the knight. To be given the chance to finally be valiant. To save the princess. To be the one creates the happily ever after.
He loved to stare at the spots of color on peoples’ skin: physical marks of the soulmate bond, and wonder if all those people had, too, found their happily ever after.
His parents had them. His mother, on her arm, the pads of his father’s fingers a stark green against her pale skin. His father, on his chest, the tips of his mother’s red fingers just visible over the collars of his shirts.
When Eddie was little he would daydream on what his colors would be. What color he would leave on his soulmate. What color they would leave on him, in return. He liked to believe he would leave behind something beautiful. Something his soulmate would be proud to wear. He liked to imagine his would be left somewhere visible. Somewhere everyone could see. A beacon to show how he is loved. 
He wondered if it felt like it did in the stories. If it was how his mother described: a simple brush of fingers creating love— eternal—in an instant. All consuming and undying, your soul finally complete.
As he aged, however, Eddie saw the way his father’s soulmark disappeared into the red of his throat as he screamed himself hoarse. The way his mother’s soulmark blended in with the healing, green bruises his father left on her skin. And, through it all, Eddie saw the way she loved him, anyways. Through her bruises, through Eddie’s, through their broken belongings and spent paychecks, how she made apologies and excuses. How she would say, over and over again, but he loves us.
And so Eddie wondered if that was the part of love the stories never told. The scary parts. The parts that his mom told him not to talk about, that maybe no one else was supposed to talk about, either. That the undying, unending love: was to be feared. For a bond that produced love blind, he feared its muteness.
He was ten when his dad was convicted. Not jail, this time, but twenty-five years in the state penitentiary. Held up a gas station with his pocket knife for a carton of cigarettes and the $87 in the cash register. 
For Eddie it was a relief. Al was no longer the shadow that clung to his every step. No longer the chains that shackled his mother’s life. 
But her soulmate’s sentence was a capital punishment for his mother. The distance from her other half one she numbed the pain of with whatever she could find: until the day it was permanent. 
Thus Eddie promised himself he would never fall in love. Would never let anyone close enough to leave those scars of twisted affection on his skin. Would never submit himself to the pain that came with love, with the blind devotion that killed his mother.
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Steve Harrington’s parents were not soulmates. They did not let him read the stories that lined library walls, filled with the poetic words of star crossed lovers, of colorful stains serving as physical manifestations of said shared love. 
His father said it would make him soft. His mother said it would fill his head with fantasies. That he needed to keep his head out from the clouds. That the touch of love was not for Harringtons.
Secretly, though: Steve watched. He liked to see the bright colors on his teachers’ skin. On the parents of his friends. Liked the books they would read during story time with nothing but happy endings. Even if he knew it wasn’t real. Even if he knew it would never exist for him. He liked to believe that maybe. Maybe, it could. Maybe his mother was wrong. Maybe his father was, too. 
Maybe. 
He was lucky when Robin first touched him. On his elbow, somewhere he could cover it, her lavender touch bloomed soft across his skin. And he was so excited that his first instinct was to reach out and touch her, too. Without thought he cupped her face, watched as his fingers left golden yellow prints across her jaw. And it was— 
Was like coming home. Like puzzle pieces clicking. Like it breathed life into an extension of himself he hadn’t known had existed. He could feel her, on the other end. Light and warmth incarnate—a wholly sure presence that came to rest within his chest.
It’s perfect, and it’s enough. More than. It’s more than Steve ever thought he would have. He has Robin. His soulmate. Even if it’s not what he’d imagined, it’s a brighter picture than his parents had ever painted for him. 
He reminds himself to not be greedy. That no one has two soulmates. That to ask for more is letting his head float into the clouds. That he should not let himself be carried away to fantasy. That the purple touch of Robin’s fingers is more love than he should ever have expected.
So he tamps it down. Down far enough to never expect another touch to leave those loving colors across his skin.
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raconteur-wanpi · 11 months ago
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ONE PIECE 1124
I'm probably gonna start writing these thoughts / reactions with each new chapter at this point. At least as long as I have something to say!
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Sentomaru is alive waaaahhhh!!! Mr. Golden Boy! I'm so glad! He skyrocketed his way up my favorite character list in this arc, but then again I'm weak towards any characters based on folklore / fairy tales and mythical heroes to begin with. It's nice to see him escape Egghead, but it's devastating to see him mourning like this. He lost so much, he really is a tragic character. Seeing him cry is genuinely a bullet through my heart. He lost his adoptive father, he lost the island he has spent much of his life on, he failed to protect the civilians who he risked his life to save, he's now a fugitive running from the government, and the man he considered an uncle and mentor figure was the one to pull the trigger. Poor guy, his experience with the Buster Call and loss of mentors almost makes him feel like a parallel to Robin. I hope he gets to heal, there are some revealed surprise good news he might want to hear eventually.
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And speaking of tragedy within this little family unit, here it is. Borsalino's regret. This really reminded me of Garp and Ace, but unlike Garp being just passive and complacent in Ace's death, here Borsalino was the man who actually did it. You can see the sorrow and devastation but also the complacency. He was always going to do it, no matter how he feels about it. What in interesting character, I want to dissect his brain. His lack of a sense of actual justice and code was something introduced as a joke, but here we see what that actually looks like. A man passive enough to follow any order, even if it's something he isn't going to be able to bear.
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And of course, the aftermath of such a conflict. This is the first time we've ever seen him sad and / or furious. He's sobbing and screaming to Sakazuki, someone who he's always tried to appease in the past. I wonder where will this lead him as a character. I adooore seeing the Marines betrayed, broken and fed up by their own system one by one. Maybe they will eventually realize they're on the wrong side of history. Or maybe Borsalino over here will stay complacent and passive as he always has been, who knows. Either way, I love the way Oda has approached all this interpersonal tragedy within all the grander politics of it.
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Yep, there is it! The big twist! ...That most people myself included completely expected. Punk Records is still intact! The Gorosei need Vegapunks mind, so they explicitly tried to protect that part of Egghead. And that means, of course, all the Vegapunks' consciousness is still up there in the Cloud. There's a chance any of them could talk through Lilith, Stella included. Hell, she could probably build new android bodies for them if she gets the resources. Or at least, that's what I'm assuming she means by "everyone's alive", since she doesn't elaborate further.
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Aaaand Robin getting excited to meet Saul again. 🥹 God I hope it goes well, I'll be devastated if it doesn't. PLEASE let this reunion happen properly.
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And to close things off, somebody is waiting for them on Elbaf. People have pointed out the silhouette looks similar to the mysterious kasa-hat-wearing man we see chatting it up with Crocus in one of the cover stories. The most common guess I've seen is that it's Scopper Gaban, the man from Roger's crew, and potentially that he is the "man marked by flames". Others have suggested things like Shiki or even a 90-year-old Yorki who survived. I don't know if I personally have any predictions, but Gaban feels like a good guess. It could potentially also just be a character we haven't met yet. Really looking forward to the future!
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brudick-summerexchange · 11 months ago
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[Fanfic] A Few Short Steps for FleetSparrow [Explicit, No Warnings Added]
Summary:
When they're out here, it feels different. Like, perhaps, there's less of a barrier between them, less distance between Batman and Robin than there is between Bruce and Dick.
[Fanfic] Beyond Batman and Nightwing for MFLuder [Mature, No Warnings Added]
Summary:
There is a new Batman in Neo-Gotham City. Who does he call when he needs to save one very specific, very obstinate life? Nightwing, of course. A short Bruce and Dick romance in the Batman Beyond universe.
[Fanfic] this place is my home. for cadkitten [Mature, Major Character Death]
Summary:
Bruce looks at him with a blank stare. “Gotham doesn’t want you here, Dick,” he says matter-of-fact, like the words do not tear a hole into Dick’s own heart. As if it does not sound more like 'I do not want you here.' Bruce is the heart of Gotham, and Dick is the heart of Bludhaven.
[Fanfic] Love You to Let You Go, Heal Apart to Come Back Home for fogwise [Teen, No Warnings Added]
Summary:
Dick Grayson has many gold medals, a not insignificant amount are Olympic ones. Bruce Wayne has his fair share from boxing. They were one of many Olympic couples from Rio 2016, everyone thought they'd come out of Tokyo with rings on their fingers. Instead, Dick spent months in physical therapy after a last ditch effort to save his ACL (and his career) failed, and they were broken up. Dick avoided anything sports related for two years. And then his former coach's kids, the coach responsible for the negligent training that ended his career early, come knocking with their youngest sibling in tow. They want to prove their father's coaching strategies were nothing but dangerous and the medals they all managed to win were in spite of his training, not because of it. Unfortunately the youngest Wilson is also Damian's half brother, Damian who Dick had helped raise for the four years he and Bruce had been together. But Dick Grayson needs to prove himself, complicated feelings about Bruce be damned. And if Bruce admits that he's been regularly attending therapy since they broke up well... It's not like he's changed enough to get back together after an open discussion about where they went wrong... Right?
[Fanfic] Then I Finally Rested In Your Bed for Themadwomanwhoisunfortunatelylackingabox [Explicit, Violence]
Summary:
For much of his life, Bruce felt no real compulsion to find his soulmate. Until one day he's drawn to The Circus, where he has the bad luck to lose his soulmate not once, but twice. Or: Bruce meets a boy from the circus and fate both decides yes, he's yours, but also no, you can't have him.
[Art] For Our Eyes Only for NyxKvistad [Mature, No Warnings Added]
Summary:
Galas can be so boring, especially if you have to keep up pretenses. An out of the way nook offers a moment of privacy.
[Art] Rule of Thumb for flitterwing [Mature, No Warnings Added]
Summary:
Constantine hadn’t explained the magnitude of Dick’s fuck up until it happened.
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everynicorobin · 6 months ago
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If you're going to post a link to a GoFundMe for someone claiming to be from Gaza, I'm afraid I have bad news for you. They're probably a scammer. There's a lot of bots on this website claiming to be Gazans and begging people on this website for money and they all seem to speak perfect English, which shouldn't be possible because Gaza is not an English-speaking country and real Gazans don't have time to learn the language because they are much too busy trying to survive in their war-torn homeland for that or creating a Tumblr account so they can beg people like you and I on this website for money. I also hear real Gazans don't have a GFM and I get them all the time in my inbox and I don't hesitate to block and report them because they are most likely scammers. I am warning you about this so you don't get scammed and neither does anyone else who may or may not follow you. It's probably best you stick to your Nico Robin posts and don't let the scammers take advantage of your good nature and willingness to help people in need. That way, you won't get conned unwittingly by some scummy bastard who is using a legitimate humanitarian crisis to scam money out of well-intentioned and good-hearted people. Please keep this in mind in future.
I was wondering how long it would be until I got a message like this.
To start with, it’s true that there are many scammers out there, and that services like GFM and PayPal are not available in Gaza. It’s also true that many people who are or claim to be from Gaza are speaking English when communicating with this site to ask for money.
So why am I sharing campaigns? Let’s break this down:
Trusted vetters like Project Watermelon and Gaza Vetters list fundraisers that have been confirmed as legitimate. You may have noticed that I included a link for the Project Watermelon confirmation for the current fundraiser.
While fundraising services are not available in Palestine and many other countries, a person in a country where GFM is supported can make the account for a friend, and then collect the money in their own bank account and make a direct bank account transfer, which is possible unlike using GFM from Gaza directly. You may notice that many GFM descriptions say “My name is XX and I’m making this fundraiser for YY.” Others will simply put the description down as if the Gazan person themself is creating it, but this isn’t necessarily the sign of a scam.
(Some awful people have created fundraisers for legitimate families only to take the money and disappear, but there’s obviously no way to tell who will and won’t do that.)
Palestine may not be an official English speaking country, but that doesn’t mean nobody there speaks English. In addition, machine translations are easy to access. And I fully disagree with the notion that they are speaking “perfect English.” It’s not exactly broken, but I’ve had messages that mix up things that native English speakers would never mix up, like certain prepositions or pronouns. Plus, Tumblr is a website run in English and whose users mostly speak English. Would you go to a Francophone country and refuse to speak French?
Of course, for someone living in an active war zone (thankfully not the current situation due to the ceasefire), creating a tumblr account would be an extremely low priority. But if you were told that there were people on this website that would donate to you or share your campaign, actions that could possibly save your life, wouldn’t you take the two seconds to make an account?
For fundraisers that have a visible goal like GFM, I’m not going to demand of anyone specifically to donate or share. It’s not like I’ll stop posting Robins until the fundraiser hits its goal, and the fundraisers will be pinned posts with the occasional reblog so that I’m not inundating you all with them. So if you don’t want to or can’t donate or share, that’s fine! You’re free to ignore any campaigns.
With all that being said: If you are 100% sure that a campaign I link to is a scam or unverified, please contact me with proof and I’ll take it down.
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astrasrebloggedfics · 2 years ago
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Saved DC (and DC x DP) Fics
DC
You Can't Let A Child Fight Crime
Damian Just Drank His Own Goldfish
The Seven Stages Of Grief
A Boring Threat
Stitches Competition
Dick Asking Clark To Throw Him
Nobody Died This Time
Tim Married Connor For Tax Benefits
Handing Out The Newspaper
Unadoption 'Threats'
Jason 'insulting an officer'
Everyone Gave Tim Sedatives
Villains Are Terrified Of Officer Grayson
Tim Owes Jason, Jason Owes Dick, Dick Owes Tim
Computer Geniuses
Bruce Is Grounded
Dicks Sole Reason For Being Is To Be The Light
Rules For Wayne Galas
Batfam Talking About D&D Session
Damsel In Distress, Knight In Distress
Colors For Robin Costume
We Can Attack In All Directions
Dick's Too Tired To Deal With The BatFam's Bullshit
Batman And The Robins Never Acknowledge That There Have Been Different Robins
Dick Seems Like A Sweet Boy
Bruce Crying In Front Of Them
When Tim First Started As Robin
Dick Should Have Taught Damian How To Use His Baby Face
Tim Is Unbothered By Truth Serum
Bat Poker Face Training
That's My Blood, Thank Fuck
Batman's Paranoia
It's (Not) Just Phase
Please Don't Let Your Brother Become A Super villain
Bleeding, Broken, Or On Fire
Spending More Time With His Kids
Who Is Batman's Partner
Tim's Coffee Mugs
Kryptonians Have Latent Instinct
Tim & Stephanie Outfit Switch
Post Lazarus Clarity
Red Hood Shooting At Robin
Rumors About Robin (Dick) and Batman
Dick Pushing 30
Ghost Jason
Clone Or Not
Robin And Riddles
Soup
Dick Suffers From 'Younger Siblings Disease'
Batman & Superman Civilian Personalities
Dick x Reader
Written In Ink
Innocence
-Part 1, Part 2
Unstable
Psycho
Electric Currents
Undercover Halloween
Kidding Around
Tim Hides in Small Spaces
If Damian Was Raised By Bruce
Stalking
Batboys Messaging
Things Dick and Jason Have In Common
Same $20 Bill
Sorry Talia, Jason Can't Kill Bruce
Damian Is Hiding At Jason's Apartment
Dick, Jason, & Tim are The Chipmunks
If The Batfamily Didn't Know Jason Was Red Hood
DC X DP
No Longer Is Service
Soulmates
Danny Pretending To Be Damian
Bunny Vlad Needs Help
Avoiding Dimension Merge
Batman's Secret Signals With Danny
Are We Flirting Or Fighting
Haunted Manor
The Stand-In Job
Yeah, Mechanic
Teen Villain Alliance
Danny Forgets To Make His Heart Beat
Danny Is Tim's Fake Secret Boyfriend
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