#robin buckely imagines

[lanalosty0uu]

FRI(END)S

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

warnings: lgbtq+, wlw content

summary: but friends don’t say words that make friends feel more—so let’s put the end in friends, just for now?

general master list

inspired by the song:

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The bell above the door jingled, and Steve turned toward it, his face lighting up when he saw you walk into Family Video. “Well, look who finally decided to visit,” he said, arms wide like he was welcoming royalty. “About time you showed up.”

You rolled your eyes, brushing past him toward the counter, already used to his dramatics. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited, Harrington. I’m just here to see if this place is as lame as you described.”

“It’s not lame!” Steve protested, his voice jumping an octave, and you raised your eyebrows in challenge.

“Oh, really? Because you spent a good ten minutes complaining about how this job is ‘crushing your soul.’” You made exaggerated air quotes, and Steve’s face twisted in a mix of offense and embarrassment.

“Okay, well—” he started, but you were already tuning him out, your eyes scanning the shelves stacked with VHS tapes and the faded movie posters plastered on the walls. Despite what Steve said, the place had its charm — a little cluttered, a little outdated, but cozy. It smelled like popcorn and plastic, and you kind of liked it.

“Welcome to our humble establishment,” a new voice cut in, smooth and sarcastic. You turned, and your gaze landed on the girl leaning against the counter, arms crossed and a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. She had short, choppy blonde-brown hair, big expressive eyes, and a sharpness in her grin that told you she was about to say something Steve wouldn’t appreciate. “Don’t let Steve fool you — I’m the one keeping this place running.”

“Excuse you—” Steve sputtered behind you, his face already going red.

But the girl just held up a hand, silencing him without even looking his way. Her eyes stayed on you, curious and playful. “And you are…?” she prompted, one eyebrow arched.

You smiled despite yourself. “Y/N. I work at the record shop down the street.”

At that, her face lit up with recognition. “Ah,” she said, nodding thoughtfully. “The cool place.”

“Exactly,” you teased, and she grinned wider.

“I’m Robin,” she said, and there was something dramatic in the way she extended her hand toward you — like this was some kind of formal meeting. You played along, taking her hand and shaking it with mock seriousness.

“Pleasure to meet the true backbone of Family Video,” you said, shooting a pointed look at Steve.

Robin snorted. “Finally! Someone gets it.”

“I am standing right here,” Steve said, throwing his arms up.

“Congratulations,” you and Robin said in unison, and you both cracked up while Steve muttered something under his breath.

“I like you already,” Robin said, still grinning. “I think we’re gonna get along just fine.”

And you had no idea just how right she was.

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After that first meeting, Family Video became part of your routine — not that you’d admit it out loud. At first, you told yourself you were just stopping by for Steve. You’d known him for years, after all, and as much as you loved to roast him, you did have a soft spot for the guy. Besides, the record shop where you worked was just down the street, and Family Video made for an easy detour when you were on break.

But it didn’t take long before you realized that Steve wasn’t the only reason you kept coming back.

It was Robin.

Robin Buckley was a whirlwind — sharp and quick-witted, with a humor that matched yours so perfectly it felt almost suspicious. She had this way of making even the slowest, most boring days entertaining, and when the two of you got going, it was game over for Steve.

One afternoon, you were leaning against the counter, idly flipping through one of the new release boxes while Robin reorganized the shelves. Steve was across the store, attempting to charm a customer with what you’d come to recognize as his “ladykiller” smile. Robin nudged you with her elbow, drawing your attention.

“Okay, watch this,” she whispered, eyes gleaming with mischief. “He’s gonna do the hair flip. Just wait for it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The hair flip?”

“Oh, you’ll know it when you see it,” Robin assured you.

And sure enough, just as the customer giggled at something Steve said, he did it — the dramatic, slow-motion toss of his perfectly styled hair, like he was starring in his own personal shampoo commercial.

Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as you struggled not to burst out laughing. “Oh my god,” you whispered, leaning closer to Robin. “Does he… does he practice that in the mirror?”

“Definitely,” Robin said, nodding sagely. “I’ve caught him.”

That did it — you lost it, dissolving into laughter so hard you had to clutch the counter to stay upright. Robin was right there with you, giggling into her sleeve as you both tried — and failed — to keep it together.

“I can hear you,” Steve called over his shoulder, his voice half-exasperated, half-pouting.

“We know!” you called back, still giggling.

Steve shot you both a glare before turning back to his customer, but even from across the room, you could see the faint flush creeping up his neck.

Robin wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, her laughter finally dying down. “You know, I think you might be my new favorite person.”

Your heart skipped — just a little — at that. But you kept your cool, shooting her a playful grin. “Well, I do aim to impress.”

“Oh, you’re killing it,” she teased, bumping her shoulder against yours. “A-plus performance.”

And the thing was — you believed her.

Because when Robin looked at you like that, her eyes bright and her smile easy, you felt like maybe you really were something special.

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It wasn’t long before the teasing turned into something else — something that felt a little more dangerous.

At first, it was all harmless fun. You and Robin had fallen into an easy rhythm — hanging out at Family Video whenever you had a break from the record shop, ganging up on Steve at every opportunity, and finding more and more excuses to linger when the store was quiet. You’d trade inside jokes and side-eye glances and laugh way too loud at things Steve insisted weren’t even that funny.

But then there were moments like this one — moments where the laughter slowed down and the space between you felt… different. Charged.

It was a slow evening at Family Video, and you and Robin were sitting cross-legged on the floor behind the counter, helping restock shelves because Steve had declared it “too boring” and vanished into the back room. A half-empty box of VHS tapes sat between you, but neither of you seemed particularly focused on the task.

“Okay,” Robin said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. “Serious question.”

You glanced up from the tape in your hands, intrigued. “Hit me.”

“If you had to pick,” she began, leaning forward with an exaggerated air of importance, “which movie character would you run away with? And I mean full-on, drop-everything, Bonnie and Clyde-style elopement.”

You grinned, pretending to think. “Hmm. Probably Ferris Bueller.”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Absolutely. He’s got style, he’s smart, and the guy knows how to have a good time.” You shrugged. “Plus, I’d never be bored.”

Robin nodded thoughtfully, as if she were seriously considering this. “Solid choice. I respect it.”

“Okay, your turn,” you said, shifting so you were facing her more directly. “Who’s your runaway partner?”

“Oh, easy,” Robin said without hesitation. “Lena Lamont from Singin' in the Rain.”

You blinked. “Wait. The one with the really annoying voice?”

“Exactly.” Robin’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

You stared at her in confusion. “But… why?”

Robin grinned, wide and unapologetic. “I like a challenge.”

That was it — you lost it. You burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the mostly empty store. Robin watched you with that same satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with herself.

“You’re insane,” you managed between giggles, wiping at your eyes.

“You love it,” she teased, bumping her shoulder against yours.

And maybe you did.

The laughter faded, but your shoulder stayed pressed against hers. Neither of you moved away, and for a second, the quiet that settled around you wasn’t awkward — it was warm. Close.

Robin’s gaze flicked toward you, her smile softer now. “Okay, but seriously,” she said, her voice quieter than before. “You’d make a pretty good Bonnie, you know. I could totally see you robbing banks and causing chaos.”

You tilted your head, playing along even though your heart was suddenly pounding a little too fast. “Yeah? And who’d be my Clyde?”

Robin hesitated just long enough for your breath to catch. Then she grinned. “Steve, obviously.”

You groaned. “You just ruined the fantasy.”

“Hey, you asked,” she teased, but her eyes stayed on you, and there was something there — something you couldn’t quite name but didn’t want to look away from.

And when her hand brushed against yours as you reached for the same tape, neither of you pulled back.

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Robin knew she was in trouble the night you showed up at Family Video after a bad day.

The bell above the door jingled, and Robin looked up from the counter. The second she saw your face — the slump of your shoulders, the tired drag of your feet — she knew something was wrong. You didn’t even bother with a greeting, just made a beeline for the chair behind the counter and dropped into it with a dramatic groan.

“Rough shift?” Robin asked, her voice soft but playful as she watched you melt into the seat.

“You have no idea,” you said, dragging your hands down your face. “Some guy spent thirty minutes... thirty minutes, Robin! Arguing with me about why The Smiths are superior to The Cure, and I think I actually felt my soul leave my body.”

Robin snorted, biting back a laugh. “You want me to fight him? I’ll fight him.”

“Tempting,” you said, shooting her a weak smile. “But I think I just need some bad movies and good company.”

Robin’s heart did an actual somersault in her chest, and she prayed you couldn’t hear it over the hum of the lights. “Well, you’re in luck,” she said, gesturing grandly around the store. “We specialize in both.”

That’s when you smiled at her — really smiled — and Robin was done for.

It wasn’t just the smile itself, though that was enough to make her knees weak. It was the way your eyes softened when they met hers, the way your face lit up like she was the one good thing in your day. It was that dangerous, reckless feeling she got every time you looked at her like that — the one that made her want to reach out, close the space between you, do something about the way she felt.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Because what if she was wrong?

What if this was all just a game to you — the teasing, the flirting, the way you always found reasons to touch her hand or lean in close? What if it didn’t mean what she wanted it to mean?

So Robin swallowed it down, the way she always did, and smiled back. Even as her heart ached.

The line between friendship and something more kept getting blurrier, and Robin didn’t know how much longer she could pretend she wasn’t falling for you.

It was late one night when it almost broke her. The store was empty, and the two of you were camped out in the horror section, reorganizing shelves because Steve had messed them up in his rush to leave early. Again.

“I swear to God, if I see one more copy of ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ in the wrong spot…” Robin grumbled, shoving a tape into its rightful place.

“Justice for Freddy,” you said solemnly, handing her another tape.

Robin snorted. “You’re the only person I know who would call Freddy Krueger misunderstood.”

“He had dreams, Robin. Big ones.”

You grinned at her, and Robin felt the air shift — the way it always did when you smiled at her like that. It made her dizzy, the way you could turn her entire world upside down without even realizing it.

But then the smile faded, and you let out a quiet sigh, your fingers trailing over the spine of a tape without really looking at it.

“You ever feel like some things are just… stuck in the ‘almost’ category?” you asked, your voice soft, like you weren’t sure you wanted her to hear.

Robin froze. Her heart lurched painfully in her chest. “What do you mean?” she asked, keeping her voice as casual as she could — even though her throat had gone dry.

You shrugged, still not meeting her eyes. “Like… when you almost say something but don’t. Or when something almost happens, but it never does.”

Robin felt like the air had been knocked out of her.

“Yeah,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I get that.”

You finally looked at her then, and the way your eyes softened made Robin’s pulse race. It felt like you were asking her something without saying a word — something Robin was so scared to answer, because what if she answered wrong?

“Sucks, doesn’t it?” you said, your voice gentle but heavy.

Robin’s chest ached.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “It really does.”

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After that night, things between you and Robin changed

Or maybe they didn’t, and Robin was just way more aware of it than before.

The next time you showed up at Family Video, it was the same as always, you sauntered in like you owned the place, grinning when you spotted Robin behind the counter. “Guess who brought snacks,” you sing-songed, holding up a bag of chips and a couple of sodas.

Robin’s heart did that stupid fluttering thing again. She glanced around the empty store, trying to play it cool. “Well, well,” she said, smirking. “We don’t deserve you.”

“Definitely not,” you teased, hopping up onto the counter like it was the most natural thing in the world. “But lucky for you, I’m feeling generous.”

“Hey!” Steve’s voice cut in from the back room. “No sitting on the counter! We’re running a respectable business here!”

You cupped your hands around your mouth. “Snitches get stitches, Harrington!”

Robin burst out laughing as Steve muttered something unintelligible from the back, and the sound of your laughter mixed with hers was enough to make her feel lightheaded. It was so easy with you... even when it made her heart ache.

But that ache hadn’t gone away since that night in the horror section, since you’d looked at her like you were waiting for something. Since you’d talked about things being stuck in the “almost” category and made Robin wonder, for the first time, if maybe… maybe you weren’t just playing around.

Still, she couldn’t risk it. Couldn’t risk losing you.

So she swallowed it down, like always.

“You gonna share those snacks or just make me suffer?” Robin asked, leaning her hip against the counter.

“You have to earn them,” you said with a mock-serious look. “What’s your stance on the great Smiths vs. The Cure debate?”

“Oh, easy,” Robin said. “The Cure, obviously.”

Your face lit up. “Knew I liked you for a reason.”

Robin felt the words hit her square in the chest. And god, if you kept looking at her like that, she wasn’t going to survive this.

It wasn’t just the flirting — though the flirting was getting harder to brush off. It was the way you remembered little things about her, like how she liked her coffee and which records she’d been meaning to buy from your shop. It was the way your hand always found her wrist when you laughed too hard, like you needed to steady yourself.

And it was the way you looked at her sometimes — like you were waiting for her to do something.

But Robin was too scared to find out if she was imagining it.

So when you showed up at Family Video one night, an hour before closing, with a mischievous glint in your eye, Robin didn’t think too much of it.

“Okay, Buckley,” you said, hopping onto the counter like always. “We’re playing a game.”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “A game?”

“Yup.” You popped the ‘p’ and grinned. “It’s called Truth or Dare.”

Robin’s heart started racing immediately. “That sounds dangerous.”

“Only if you’re a coward,” you teased. “So. Truth or dare?”

Robin narrowed her eyes at you. “Truth.”

You tapped your chin, pretending to think. “Okay. If you could kiss anyone in Hawkins, who would it be?”

Robin’s brain short-circuited.

She tried to play it off with a snort. “What are we, twelve?”

“You picked truth, Buckley. Answer the question.”

Her mouth went dry. “Uh…”

“C’mon,” you said, eyes twinkling. “No one?”

Robin’s mind supplied only one name — yours — and she was so close to saying it. But then the fear crept in again, and she chickened out.

“I don’t know,” she said, waving a hand. “No one really comes to mind.”

For just a second, your face fell. It was quick — so quick that Robin almost convinced herself she’d imagined it — but it was there. And god, did it hurt.

“Lame,” you teased, but your voice wasn’t as light as before. “Fine. Your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” Robin asked, desperate to change the subject.

“Dare,” you said without hesitation.

Robin forced a smirk. “I dare you to put all the horror movies back in alphabetical order. Steve messed them up again.”

You groaned. “You’re the worst.”

But Robin was already watching you walk away, and the ache in her chest felt heavier than ever.

It all came to a head one night when you showed up at Family Video after your shift at the record store, looking more exhausted than Robin had ever seen you.

“Bad day?” she asked softly, and you nodded, dropping into the chair behind the counter without a word.

For a while, there was just silence. Robin didn’t push — she knew you’d talk when you were ready.

“I just…” you finally said, your voice quiet. “I hate feeling like this. Stuck, you know?”

Robin’s heart did that awful, hopeful lurch again. “Stuck how?”

You shrugged, not looking at her. “Like… like I’m waiting for something that’s never gonna happen. Or like… maybe I’m just too scared to do something about it.”

Robin swallowed hard. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I get that.”

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. The air between you was thick, heavy with things unsaid. Robin’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure you could hear it.

And then you looked at her, and whatever you were feeling, it was written all over your face.

“Robin,” you said softly, your voice almost breaking.

And just like that, Robin couldn’t take it anymore.

“Tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me what you’re waiting for.”

But you didn’t. Not yet.

You just looked at her, and for the first time, Robin thought:

maybe you were just as scared as she was.

[morganski-19]

Sometime after Season 3 *Dustin going to get the front seat but Robin pushes him out of the way Robin: I get the front seat Dustin: Steve Steve: She gets the front seat, Dustin Dustin: Why can't I have the front seat Robin: Because of my motion sickness Steve: *following* Because of her motion sickness Dustin: *grumbling while getting into the backseat* Steve: *whispering to Robin* Do you even have motion sickness Robin: Nope

[unamused-boss]

Masterlist

Started: 11/1/2023

Last Updated: 12/15/2023

Billy Hargrove

California Dreaming pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

It's Practically Magic ( On hiatus!) pt 1

Tip Toe

Where for art thou... Juliet?

Good Energy

Kiss the Chef

That's my Girlfriend!

Lipstick Stains

Robin Buckley

Boots and Trumpets pt 1 pt 2

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Summoning Failed Successfully

Imagine a warehouse. Imagine a bunch of cultists in dark robes with all the candles, daggers, ancient books, and chanting. Now add Danny.

Only not as the summoned being, no. As a sacrifice.

He is sitting down, tied to a chair, in the middle of the summoning circle, looking as bored and deadpan as he can possibly be. The cultists are chanting, and he frowns, listening to their chants for a moment.

"Hey, is that Latin?" He questions, but to no avail, "You know you're not actually using those words correctly, right?"

"Keep quiet, child!" One of the cultists snaps. Danny leans back in his chair and shrugs.

"I'm just saying, you ain't summoning shit with wrong grammar," he huffs, seemingly absolutely nonchalant about the whole thing. Oracle, who is watching the whole ordeal through the surveillance cameras, raises her eyebrows. Red Robin and Robin are already en route to the building the cultists chose for their extracurricular activities, but now she almost wants to watch this a bit longer.

Gothamites are pretty used to all kinds of shitshows, but this boy is from out of town. She checked him through facial recognition. Daniel Fenton, a transfer student from Amity Park, Illinois.

A few more cultists stop chanting and turn to Danny.

"Do you know Latin?" One of them asks, and the boy makes a half-nod, making a thoughtful face.

"Not fluently, but, like, it's a dead language, I felt kinda obligated to learn it. Just for the meme, you know?" He chuckles.

The cultists, judging by their confused silence, don't know. Barbara doesn't know what he's talking about, either. But she is almost curious now, so she taps Robin's and RR's comm lines:

"RR, Robin, when you arrive, don't jump into the scene," she asks.

"Understood," Tim answers immediately, but Damian, of course, demands explanations:

"Is there an obstacle?"

"Not really," Barbara humms, "The sacrifice is in the process of de-escalating the situation."

She can almost hear the questioning silence over the comm, but, thankfully, no one argues. Meanwhile, one of the cultists pipes up, voice full of doubt:

"So, you can... like, proofread our incantation?"

"Yeah, sure," Danny nods, apparently fine with being sacrificed, "Who you're trying to summon anyway?"

"Satan," that same cultist answers, and Danny laughs approvingly.

"Classic," he nods and smiles, "I'll give you this. The circle is mostly alright, so you don't need an incantation to summon the fucker, I have him on speed dial." And with that, he leans forward, screaming towards the floor: "Ey, Satan!"

Barbara must say the act was actually convincing, but he went a little overboard with it now. She reaches to tell both Robins to get in, but suddenly, a loud, booming voice reverberates through the building.

"The fuck do you want, kid?"

Cultists fall to their knees - it doesn't seem like an act of worship, more like their knees bucking. The whole circle dimly lights up in red, smoke raising from it.

"Do you see this shit, Oracle?" Red Robin questions, and she mhm's at him, not sure what else to say. If this is still an act or a trick, she must say it's a very good one. Although somehow she suspects it's not a trick. She's seen enough magic in her life to tell the difference.

"Do you want to come to Earth, be gay and do crimes?" Danny asks, almost mockingly.

"Fuck off."

The red light flickers and disappears, and Danny looks back up to cultists, grinning cheerfully.

"Welp, looks like he doesn't wanna," the kid concludes and stands up from his chair. Barbara hadn't seen when or how he got out of his bindings.

The cultists just watch him walk out of the circle in bewilderment.

"Pursue?" Robin's voice comes over the comms, and Barbara thinks for a moment.

"I get a feeling like that's a bad idea," Tim mutters over his line.

Barbara agrees.

[missfrustration]

to teach a captain - part 1 (luffy x reader 18+ fanfic)

summary: Luffy walks in on you touching yourself, and things quickly get out of hand.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

tags: pwp, nsfw, smut, sexual content, masturbation, cluelessness, luffy is a curious guy, reader is a member of the straw hat crew, post-time skip, second-hand embarrassment, no spoilers, no use of y/n

A/n: My first multi-part fic. I'm so glad people enjoyed it on ao3, so I'm posting it here! Enjoy!

words: 2.1k

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Something gnawed at you all day today. It wasn’t until you were munching on the assorted fruit that Sanji prepared for the girls after breakfast that you realized the feeling. You watched your captain sit comfortably on the head of the Sunny, staring out into the open blue, when the very thought snapped into your mind. 

You haven’t touched yourself in a while, and it was well due for a session. 

Typically, you don’t pleasure yourself outside of your bath time due to the lack of privacy on the ship, but showers have been rushed since Sunny's recent island escapade that you havent had the time. Since then, the crew regained their idle hours, and man, the level of horniness told you things needed to happen now. 

You set your bowl of fruits beside the deck railing and quickly dart to the girls’ room. Typically, you would never imagine doing the deed here, but Nami and Robin were busy on the ship and typically would stay above deck all day. None of the boys dare go in the girls’ room for fear of Nami’s wrath, so you don’t need to worry about someone barging in.

You reach your dresser tucked in the corner of the girls’ room and search under all the mess of clothes. At the very bottom, you pull out a small purple dildo and some lube and plop down on your bed. You didn’t bother shutting the door all the way; from the way you were feeling, you knew it wouldn’t take long.

You spared yourself from any niceties to get yourself in the mood. You peel off your pants and underwear and leave your top on, instantly wrinkling the smooth sheets of the mattress. 

When the silicone head tapped your clit, you already felt sparks. You knew you needed relief. Now.

The silicone base was lubricated in seconds, and you revel in the way your pussy quickly molded to the length of your little helper. It didn’t take long to start pumping it in and out of you. 

You know your arousal wouldn’t let you last long, but showing your pleasure would make you cum faster. You threw one arm over your eyes and arched your head back. Your legs splayed on your sheets that shaped a lazy outline around your body. Your toes clutch at the rivets the sheets have made, you clench your fingers around your toy in the same way your palm clenches your breast, kneading and pumping and thrusting in all the right ways.

“Fuck yes.” You moan out, your hands grab at anything around you, from the loose strands of your hair to the loose shirt to the tangled sheets, before covering your face again. You arch into the mattress, opening up your legs more as you pound into you. 

You breathlessly pant, feeling your climax already brush up. 

Yes.

In and out, you pushed your toy, swallowing it down so well over and over until, finally, that tight coil started to stutter. God, you need it so badly now, those sloppy pumps to reach you there until you can no longer think about anything except your hand clawing right over your eyes, ready to muffle your screams over and over again. You’re so close now, so desperate to reach the line that your hips buck into your hand, biting your lip hard to impress into the skin forever, your light moans and whimpers are barely controllable as you start to climb.

Yes…

You wonder how much you’ll need to muffle your orgasm when that toy dick plunges into you just right, practically making you whimper.

You gasp when you feel it coming closer and closer and…

“Yes!”

“You left your fruit thingys.”

A voice from the doorway, so joyful that you know who said it before you looked up in horror. Luffy smiles, which quickly dissolves into confusion when he sees your face.

You immediately jump up and yelp, grabbing the blanket from your bed to cover your bare bottom, but it was too late; you know Luffy see everything in your legs and the things in between. 

“Hey, what’s that you’re doing?” Luffy asks, turning his head at you.

“Luffy?! What the fuck, dude, go away!” You scream at him.

“Huh? What did I do?”

“Luffy, holy shit, I’m not doing this with you—fucking leave!” You panic, grab the nearest thing, and throw it in Luffy’s vicinity.

It was your bottle of lube, which cracked open on impact and landed against the wall with a grimy splat!

He stepped back as a frown pillaged his face.

“Whatever, I’ll eat them myself!” He yells, darting down the hall. The sounds of fruit scarfing quickly start before fading away.

Your hand, once stuttered in the air from throwing your projectile, now slumps onto the sheets. Your entire body follows, until your head locks into the nearest pillow and you scream out all the embarassment trapped in the air. Your muffled screams last longer than you would’ve liked.

If Blackbeard himself walked up to you right now with a rhinestone encrusted pistol loaded to the brim and aimed at your forehead, you would’ve let him pull the trigger.

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It wasn’t until a few hours later that the ship reached the next charted island.

“We’re here!” Nami’s voice rings through the ship, causing everyone to gather on the front deck.

“Alright, welcome to Tashini, home of entertainment! We are going to stock up here before heading out tomorrow night.”

“Suuper! I need to stock up Sunny on some more cola.” Frankly sings, grabbing a backpack about the size of his fist. It looks microscopic compared to his large back. 

“You said there were things worth looking at, right, Nami?” Zoro asks. 

“Yes! Tashini is known for its numerous entertainment districts and has killer drinks that pair best with the local food.” Nami winks, knowing how Zoro is.

“Hey, sounds good to me,” Zoro says, gathering his swords on his sheath.

Nami calls out your name. 

“You ready to go shopping?” She asks.

You freeze a little, looking around the ship for something to say. From what happened earlier, you feel like going out today would stress you out more. On top of that, the girls would notice something wrong and want to know all the details. On a whim, you clutch your stomach.

“Oh, ah, I’m not feeling good today. Mind if I stay back and look over the ship?” You stay, patting your skin down slightly. Nami tilts her head at you with slight surprise.

“Aw, really? That’s too bad,” Nami says, “Sure thing, we can shop another time.”

“I hope you don’t mind if Nami and I go alone.” Robin giggles.

“Not at all. You have fun without me, and I can join you girls next time. Keep your eyes peeled for anything I would like.” You smile, and the girls both agree.

That went better than planned, you think. Maybe this can help me relax from what happened a few hours ago.

You hear footsteps behind you until they suddenly stop a foot next to you.

“I feel sick, too!” Luffy said. “I need to stay on the ship.”

You froze, realizing the voice of your captain was right behind you, making you jump in surprise. It seems you’re not the only one to do that.

In fact, there have been a few times when the crew reacts in such surprise to Luffy, either widening their eyes or dropping their jaws in awe. In every case up to now, nothing could stop him from head-first cartwheeling to the newest island.

Sanji wacks him on the head.

“Huh?! There’s no way you are, Luffy; you were perfectly fine a minute ago! Jeez, you’ve been hanging out with Usopp too much.” Sanji groans. 

“Yeah!” Usopp says, “He’s been hanging out with me too—hey, wait a minute! What do you mean by that?!” Ussop practically steams out of his ears, being so bewildered about the most obvious thing. You all know Usopp loves to act sick anytime he detects a whiff of danger.

This causes the boys to argue about Usopp’s previous severe “diseases” that he’s managed to catch every time he senses danger. Still, you can’t forget the lingering gaze Luffy gives you in between, which makes you turn away in embarrassment. The last time he saw you was… then.

Sanji pipes up.

“Besides, I thought you wanted to try that world-famous fried squid that the town’s known for. You were yapping about it all day yesterday!” He says.

Luffy perks up, seeming to regain his previous exigency. “Oh, yeah. Never mind, let’s go!” Luffy says, now confidently strutting off the deck with no symptoms, ultimately confusing the whole crew. 

Sanji shrugs in defeat and sighs. “I’m not even going to ask,” he mutters. He joins the rest, getting off the Sunny.

“Do you need me to stay here and look at you?” Chopper asks you. He looks up at you with concerned eyes that melt your heart. You feel a tinge of guilt for lying and making him worry.

“Oh, it’s no problem, Chopper. I know you wanted to get more supplies for the sick deck. Just work your magic when you come back, okay?” You know how much he was looking forward to this. You definitely didn’t want to keep him behind.

“Alright, if you insist.” Chopper gleams, shaking from excitement. “Let’s go, guys!”

“Let’s meet at dusk, everybody. That’ll give each of us a few hours before we need to leave,” Nami calls, earning a hearty agreement in unison. 

You watch them slowly trek into the horizon, heading out in individual directions to start their journies. Your eyes lingered on Luffy, the outline of his shadow with hands looped behind his head and his chest held high. It looked like he didn’t have a care in the world until you lost his figure to the island's horizon.

—

You take in the quiet atmosphere of the Sunny in the absence of the rest of the crew. It was like night and day, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Total peace and quiet is a yearning you have now and then, especially after living with a bustling crew daily. 

About an hour after everyone left, you take this time to do some chores you’ve put on the back burner. After tidying up your space, you start a steady line of folding the girls' laundry. Even with Nami’s small clothes, the amount of baby tees and bikinis she has en masse is enough to fill up all of the lockers if they’re not compressedly folded. You’ve had to learn that from experience more than a few times.

If your little interaction with Luffy hadn’t happened earlier, you would’ve taken this time to beat off now. Unfortunately, the guilt and embarrassment from the whole situation turned you off. You vow to never again touch yourself outside of your regular scheduled shower and bath times. 

You sigh. What could you even say about this morning? Luffy is your captain, the one who asked you to join as his nakama in the first place, someone you’ve trusted with your life along with the other crewmates, and it wasn’t exactly ideal to have him walk in on you booty butt-naked. God, you could dissolve into the earth’s core from all the embarrassment! 

It was not your proudest moment, but knowing Luffy, there’s not much left to do except hope he’ll forget it and you two can put it behind you in no time. Knowing him, it’s the most likely scenario.

After the last few articles, you stretch your legs and walk up to the deck to ensure everything’s okay. You doubt anybody would raid the fearsome Strawhat ship, but you’ve been surprised quite a few times since joining the crew. 

You walk to the door, but it suddenly bursts open before you can reach the handle. The lightning-fast momentum of it almost wacks you in the face, causing you to scream and jump out of your skin. 

“Hey, I found you!” It was the voice of the man who swung that poor door open. 

The one you wanted to avoid this whole time.

“Luffy?!” You yell, “What are you doing here? I thought you were out with the others on Tashini?”

“I snuck back here when Sanji and Ussop weren’t looking,” Luffy smiled. “I wanted to talk to you.”

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Read Part 2 here!

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[stuckinthesun]

Hello:)

Firstly, I want to tell you that I really enjoy your writing. Your works are really good :)

And well if you would maybe have time and you would be willing to give it a shot I would be more than greateful if you could write Luffy x fem reader where they are in established relationship and the reader is talking with Nami and Luffy is extremly needy and he interuppted them and asked if he could "talk in private" with the reader. And when they come to their room Luffy is imediately on the reader. And then they have some smutty time and during it someone from the crew interuppted them because he was looking for Luffy and Nami said that he went to his room.

However, if you dont feel like writing it its completely fine, so no pressure.

Have a nice day:)

You’re so sweet, tysm!! I hope you enjoy this!!

Luffy x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, oral (m receiving), needy luffy, hair pulling, face/throat fucking, inappropriate use of devil fruit powers??, getting caught

Watching you talking with Nami and Robin, sipping on the special drink Sanji had made for you, as your lips curled around the straw had Luffy’s dick twitching in his shorts.

It wasn’t very often that the Captain felt sexual need, but when he did? He didn’t like waiting, and watching you wrap your tongue around that straw for the last five minutes had him imagining you wrapping it around something else.

“Y/n!” Luffy called out, making you look up at him.

“Yeah, Luf? What’s up?” You asked, looking at him confused, and silently wondering why he was standing so far away.

Luffy gave you his big signature smile and stretched both of his arms out towards you, wrapping them around your waist. You only had a second to widen your eyes before he was tugging you out of your seat and into his arms.

Your boyfriend laughed at your startled scream, and smiled brightly when you wrapped yourself around him, “You’re coming with me!”

“Luffy, what the hell? You can’t just-“ Nami started ranting as Luffy walked off, you in his arms completely stunned.

“Uh, Luffy?” You mumbled, “where are we going?”

“Somewhere private so you can suck me off.” He answered honestly, looking down at you to see your eyes bulging out of your head, making him laugh.

“Your face looks funny!” Luffy giggled as he finally made it to the guy’s dorm, pushing the door open.

Once the door was closed behind him, his laughter instantly stopped as he had no reason to hold back anymore.

Dipping his head down, Luffy captured your lips in a messy kiss. His tongue pressed into your mouth when you let out a surprised gasp, and after a second, you began kissing back just as desperately.

Luffy’s unnaturally long arms snaked all around you, slipping under your shirt and squeezing your breasts. You moan at the feeling, making you break from the kiss and making him pout.

“Thought you wanted me to suck your dick?” You asked, looking at him with lust filled eyes and Luffy immediately perks up.

“Oh yeah!” Luffy nodded and dragged you over to the nearest bed. He sat down on the mattress before grabbing a pillow and setting it on the floor. You knelt down on the pillow, thankful for his thoughtfulness, and settled yourself between his legs.

“What brought this on, anyway?” You asked as you begin unzipping his jean shorts.

“Was watching you drink your smoothie and wanted to replace the straw with my cock,” Luffy shrugged, lifting his hips to help you get his pants off. He watched as your face flushed at his blunt words and his cock hardened even more, making him whine, “Now hurry, I need you!”

“Okay!” You huff, shaking your head before leaning down and licking a long stripe up the length of his cock.

“Suck it, not lick it!” Luffy groaned impatiently, hating the feeling of being teased. You chuckled and wrapped your lips around his tip, slowly working the length of his dick into your mouth.

“Yeah, like that.” Luffy moaned, hip’s bucking up without a care and his hands flying into your hair.

His grip in your hair was so tight it almost hurt, and he didn’t wait for you to adjust to the feeling of him in your mouth. Instead, Luffy almost instantly began thrusting, fucking your face and throat, making you gag a little.

You didn’t mind though. In fact, your boyfriend using you like this for his pleasure caused heat to coil in your abdomen, and you unconsciously started rolling your hips against the pillow underneath you.

“It feels so good, y/n!” Luffy praises, pulling you impossibly closer as his thrusts get sloppy, making you gag more around him, “I’m-“

“Luffy are you-“ Your heart stops when you hear the door open and Usopp’s voice fills the room. If it wasn’t for Luffy’s tight grip in your hair you would’ve immediately backed away from your boyfriend, embarrassed beyond belief.

Instead you’re embarrassed while still in the same position, because it’s exactly that moment that Luffy spills down your throat. His hips snap up again your face as he grunts, cumming down your throat and making you choke.

Behind you, you hear Usopp let out a startled scream and stuttering out apology’s, before he suddenly stops and says, “Wait a second, is that my bed? IS THAT MY PILLOW?!”

“Oops, sorry about that.” Luffy laughs, recovering quickly from his orgasm and not caring one bit about being caught.

You, on the other hand, were slowly crawling underneath the bunk while still trying to catch your breath.

I hope I did Luffy justice his personality is so unique that I’m always nervous to write him😭

[loveshotzz]

Hi hi babes 🖤🦇

May I pretty please request ☆ { licking } their neck to make them gasp with our Stevie?

Thank you 🥰

Hi my sweet sweet Drac 🖤 I would love nothing more than to give you what you want.

steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ Co workers to lovers, Mentions of drinking at a party, dry humping, hickey giving, uh-oh did you make Steve cum in his pants? :(

You weren’t supposed to give into Steve Harrington, you promised yourself you wouldn’t after your first day at Family Video when he laid it on thick with the kind of flirting that would have gotten him anything he wanted in high school but you knew better now and his own confidence had gotten knocked down a few pegs over the years. The problem was he could tell you liked it, because as much as you hated to admit it, you did. Steve caught the twist of your lips that you were always trying to hide when he’d tell you how cute you looked every time you walked into work even on the days it was just a t-shirt and jeans. You never told him to stop, even when he’d ‘jokingly’ ask you out to dinner after every close. It was always a shy smile and a roll of your eyes with a ‘shut up Steve’.

So how’d you end up straddling his lap in the basement at one of Rick’s parties that you didn’t even want to go to with his bottom lip between your teeth? You blame Robin Buckley and her incessant need to take multiple shots in a row to ‘get it over with’, and then abandoning you as soon as Nancy arrived leaving you with the boy you’ve been trying not to relent to and his reaction to your skirt all night.

Steve’s fingers dig bruising indentations into the soft dough of your hips when you let his lip go with a wet pop, watching it snap back into place even more swollen and pink than before from under your lashes. The mossy forest of his eyes is taken over black, pupils blown wide half hidden by heavy lids as he looks up at you with hair even messier than its normal disarray with your hands as the culprits. Your skirt sits rucked up just enough for him to see the blush pink lace of your panties underneath that match the dusting on his cheeks, and the wet patch that you know will leave a mark on the light wash denim of his jeans the more you grind against him. He lifts his hips up as he pulls you forward, gliding you over the inseam of his zipper with just the right amount of pressure against your clit to have you gasp. He feels even bigger than you imagined, bigger than all the stories you’d heard from other girls.

A cocky lopsided grin tugs at the corner of his mouth pushing up the cheek with the two moles that look like a vampire bit the apple of it, traces of pink from your gloss still linger on them and the glitter coating shimmers in the low light. He tilts his head back to look up at you, the thick expanse of his neck exposed along with the sharpness of his jaw. The new angle reveals a mess of freckles you’d only dared to let yourself look at from afar. Glitterless and bruisless, a blank canvas that taunts you.

Leaning forward your hands find a home on his chest, while his fingers spread wide over the curve of your ass. The tips of them daring to slide along the bottoms of your panties. His pecs twitch against your palms from under the thick fabric of his navy polo that fits snug over his broad shoulders, almost like it's a size too small just like his jeans and just like his vest at work. Steve Harrington knew what he was doing. Of course he did.

Tequila and pineapple are sweet on your breath, mixing with the peach of your gloss in a way that makes him impatient to collect them in a kiss again when the tip of your nose traces up the straight bridge of his. It leaves your lips just a chin tilt away from him if he really wanted but his dark eyes flick down to the growing wet patch between your thighs instead, grabbing handfuls of the soft fat of your ass to encourage you to grind harder.

“S’pretty you know that?” He groans bucking up when your hips oblige him, the tip of his cock fighting with the inseam of his jeans, pushing into the silk of your underwear making an even bigger mess of you. “Too damn pretty, honey. Could stare at you all day, fuck - I do.”

“Steve!” The way you giggle his name makes his teeth flash in the kind of smile that has you feeling like the flustered girls you see leave the counter at work.

“What? It’s true, can’t keep my eyes off you.” He sits up, straightening his back with big hands that pull you up with him.

The new position has your chests pressed, the length of him rubbing along your clit with enough pressure to make you whine and god does he need you to do it again. Grunting he starts his hunt for another with lips that find the hollow of your throat, smirking against your skin when your fingers tangle in his hair. You wanted to give it to him.

“I didn’t think you were gonna give me a chance,” His babbling doesn’t stop, especially when your hips start to circle, “you were playin’ so hard to get baby, but I’m patient when I really want something.”

“We work together Steve -“ You try to argue with a shaky breath, lashes fluttering closed as he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. The springs of the couch starting to squeak under your movements, too close to care about holding back any more. “It could get messy, you know? - Shit.”

He hums like he understands with your earlobe sucked into the heat of his mouth, letting it go with a pop before his eyes meet your heavy gaze with a mischievous glint that only stokes the flames he’s lit across your body, licking every inch of your skin.

“I don’t know,” The corners of his mouth twist up in a grin snapping the elastic band of your panties “seems pretty messy now.”

His tongue traces your top lip, while his fingers find purchase wrapped around your hips. Tan skin pulls taut over his knuckles using his strength to bring your hips down on him harder, a deep groan rumbling from his chest when you tug at the thick locks of his auburn hair from the roots.

“That’s not what I - “ Your lips connect for a moment, tongues meeting briefly before you pull away with a huff, “that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

The tip of his nose bumps with yours, his breath fanning across your face in a mixture of leftover peach gloss and the whiskey he opted for instead upstairs.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” He asks with another roll of his hips relishing in the way it makes your jaw go slack with a smirk, “We get paid to have sex? Big woop.”

“Is that how you think it’s gonna be?” Your bottom lip meets his top when the question comes out, your eyes meeting his from down the slope of your nose.

“Maybe,” He wiggles his eyebrows with a chuckle that hits hot against your throat, “If you want, after I take you out on a date of course.”

“Oh we’re going on dates now too?” Grinning with a tilt of your head, you think about stealing a kiss that he’s eager to give.

One of his hands leaves your hip, the warmth of it coming up to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb tracing your bottom lip before tugging it down.

“Yeah, we’re going on dates”

He closes the little space between you, finally stealing what you’ve been teasing him with. His mouth moves with yours like he’s sure of himself, tongues meeting in a slow dance instead of a battle for dominance. His other arm wraps around your waist, biceps that are just as strong as they look pulling you closer, caging you in with another buck of his hips. The whine he’s been trying to get out of you starts to tease him from the back of your throat, the beginnings of it making his lips twitch against yours in a cocky way, even when he knows he’s dangerously close to needing a new pair of pants.

He’s not expecting one of your hands to come up and pinch the sharp edges of his jaw between two red painted fingers, or the way you start to control the kiss and Steve starts being the one to writhe underneath you at whatever mercy you want to give him. Truly, he doesn’t want any.

Now it’s him who whines when you pull away, your kiss swollen sticky lips finding the familiar path to his cheek. Another glittering trail of pink that leads down under his jaw where you nip just like he did to you.

“Honey,”

The pet name comes out like a warning when your tongue swipes across sweat slick skin. The tip of your nose nudging behind his ear with a smirk. Your hips circle with purpose now, not the wild abandon from before, feeling the way it makes him twitch in his jeans. He shudders when you lick the length of his neck, teeth scraping along the protruding vein as his arm tightens its hold, the palm of his hand curling around the back of your neck.You hum in approval, lips wrapping around where your teeth just were before sucking hard.

He groans your name loud enough you’re sure someone upstairs heard him, eyes rolling in the back of his head and toes curling in his sneakers as his hips buck up meeting the roll of yours. You know it’s going to be enough to leave his sun kissed skin lilac and blush when you’re done, but he doesn’t seem to care when the hard tip of him that threatens to bust through the seam of his jeans keeps hitting your bundle of nerves over and over again.

Steve’s head falls against the back of the couch, eyes pinching shut opening himself up more for you while his hips stutter. You feel the warmth of him flood between your legs. A string of curse words spilling from his lips, when your own release has your body freezing on top of him, thighs closing tight around his and an open mouth to his neck in a silent scream.

It’s quiet for a while, both of you trying to catch your breath with the bass of the music that vibrates the walls from upstairs. A content hum from your lips breaks the silence when he rubs his hand down your spine, nails scratching softly as he goes.

“Yeah, we’re going on dates.” He finally huffs out in a laugh, earning the giggle that he liked so much as his ‘yes.’

[sordidmusings]

mihawk strikes me as the type to hide any hickies that he got but admire them in private, shanks would shamelessly show them off in public, while robin is more casual and doesn't get embarrassed if someone points it out and says point blank that she made out with you and it was very nice (sanji is crying).

YOURE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Also that ending is sENDING ME DJFJFJFJFFK if you’re afab then Sanji would definitely be stuck struggling if those were tears of joy for knowing it happened or tears of pain that he’ll never be a part of it. Probably more of the latter. If you’re amab then those are 100% grade A, bonafide Tears of Despair 💀

Mihawk, Shanks, and Robin Hickey Headcanons

Thinking about the Mihawk, you’d have to be Smart about where you put those hickies (thighs thighs thighs-) since he’s always Tits Out and Collar POPPED. I think if he showed up with a fully buttoned shirt or turtleneck it would be more suspicious than him saying the bruises were from training 💀 (I mean maybe it was true - you could’ve been training him to let you fully take charge for once 🤷🏼‍♀️). The thought of him admiring them is what really grabs me in this. I like to think the betrayal that Oda hints at in Mihawk’s background is related to a past love (many good daydreams from this lol) so him healing enough from that to take the time to admire a mark of intimacy?? Feel satisfaction looking at a physical reminder that you belong to each other?? Find comfort in being your partner and enjoying being wanted and owned by you??? Happy brain 🫠🫠🫠

Shanks being the resident manwhore is Gospel dude and I fuckin LOVE him for that 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 here for the energy and the good times lol I imagine that he just showed them first cuz he didn’t care to hide them. Why would it matter?? It’s obvious he’s a man with a large appetite for debauchery both light and heavy and they’re all adults on the ship so there’s no problem. Then he found he enjoyed all the jokes, whether in his favor or at his expense, whenever his crew caught a peep of an exceptionally dark or large one or an excessive art project coloring his neck and chest. But once he got with you he enjoyed it even more. He was proud edging on smug whenever others saw the marks you’ve left on him. He got to have you and they didn’t. Better yet they also got to see just how much you enjoy him. Why would he ever hide that??

R O B I N 😩 I HAVE A NEED OKOK AND OML I WAS CACKLING AT THE “and it was very nice” HDHFHFJD SO HER AND SO FUNNY 💀💀💀 imagine that conversation being how the crew finds out you’re together. They just thought you were Close Friends. And I mean they’re not wrong, there’s just some extra activities. And maybe a new type of devotion to go along with the friend one. Whoopsies 🤷🏼‍♀️. Honestly maybe even extra points if it’s also the convo where you get together because the making out just kind of Happened and you’ve been agonizing over the “what does it mEAN???” and “how do I talk to her about this???” Then she’s just like “yeah we kissed and it was great :)”. Oh so this isn’t a big secret?? She’s not ashamed?? It was great 👀 over the howls of Sanji you manage to ask her to meet with you after breakfast for a convo (and more time enjoying some “very nice” activities)

Complete side note on Robin - since sensation but not wounds seem to transfer from her copies and extra limbs/etc. that would be insanely convenient to go buck wild while also being able to be completely discrete. Of course you don’t get the same advantage 😔 which I’m sure she’d exploit to have fun watching you react to them being pointed out by the loud mouthed captain like every time (“Luffy I tOLD you already - we weren’t leaving you out of sparring!”) or maybe a nosy navigator heheheh

And on an angstier note, having gone so so so long without love, I bet physical reminders of any kind help her feel like it’s real and that’s she’s not just going to wake up and find out it was all a dream. There’s also a promise in visible proofs of love, sometimes even ones as ~scandalous~ as hickies, that you want that love and you’re proud of that love. I think Robin would find a lot of solace in anything that helps her know you’re happy and proud to love her.

Really enjoying these and may do some little vignettes of them! Undecided if I wanna throw some others in there 🤔 maybe if any Grabs Me while I think more about it haha or if anyone is possibly interested 🤷🏼‍♀️

Thank you for sending in your thoughts dear anon❣️I’ve had so much fun with them!!!! Sending love and hugs 🤍🤍🤍

Part of my little celebration!

[euphoria-looney]

This au makes my eyes watery, good job with the fic author🤩, this I can't help but be unsatisfied with the batfam, like imagine an au where (name) died brutally, like it was their birthday too. Ughhhhh pls author can you make this a fic???

👾🍑Anon

"When our hands grew cold, we just froze up~... I'm closing my eyes right now, I'm rewinding you again." Rewind by Wonder Girls.

(sorry the title is so long. I'm in love with the song.)

So Much More.

Special

Divider creds: @dollywons and @aquazero

“You made it just in time [name]” the salesgirl, Sherry, also business owner of the bakery cheered.

“Sorry, I know you have a date. I'll make this quick.”

The bakery was [name] 's favorite place since they had learned how to drive and even now when they have become famous, they make sure to drop by at least once a month making sure to give lots of cash into this place.

It held significance to them. Their comfort place.

Here they could do any assignments in peace, once when they were so nervous to play a piece at their concert Sherry had allowed them to practice at the cafe, it brought in a bunch of customers, and it gave them an ego boost certainly.

The glass cover that displayed all the sweets, Sherry, who would take in a personal request for cakes, whether that be a marriage cake, a gender reveal cake, or a birthday cake, she would do it.

Today would be a birthday cake.

The birthday person is getting it for themselves.

“Don’t fret that sugarplum. I wanted to stay just to give it to yah’ alrighty, here you go!” 

Handing over the cake that was in its plastic-designed box, it would be a surprise what the cake would look like and the flavor would be (f/f) Sherry knew them too well to make any other flavor.

“You didn’t bring anyone with you to keep you safe?”

I shook my head

“I wanted to celebrate it alone, not force my staff to celebrate it with me.” Sherry sighed, shaking her head.

“Well, I stayed behind to give you this cake and also say, happy birthday [name]” Sherry held her warm hands over their cold ones before letting them go.

“Thank you, Sherry.”

“Stay safe, [name]”

“You as well.”

Going on their phone they realized they had to run to the convenience store to grab some milk as they had run out of it the other day, and cake doesn’t taste as good without some milk, what they also didn’t expect was an armed robbery taking place at said grocery store.

It also didn’t help that Joker decided to attack not too far away.

Tonight would be a shit show.

They didn’t know what happened. One second they held their cake with one hand moving it so they could arrange where their grocery would go and the next thing they knew bullets lodged into them.

The cake splattered on the ground, comically, the top was intact with the words. 

“Happy Birthday, My Angel!” The top part is designed with frosted flowers. Then at the bottom part another message “The Spectacular [name]’s 23rd Birthday!!!”

‘Damn, Sherry did a good job with this one… it’s so pretty.’ [name] could only think in their head.

“Holy shit, you got them! Hurry, make sure they’re dead, and take the car, it's worth a good couple of bucks, no?” One of the robbers giggled and seemed feminine.

[name] could only stay on the ground feeling a leg kick their body flipping it over.

“Umm, just to be cautious, put a couple more in them.”

Three teens, two boys and one girl no older than 17(?) did said action.

Too bad they didn’t hit any major organs so [name] was left to bleed out, moderately fast, but still conscious.

They at least planned a will, it wasn’t something they imagined would happen.

Profits are split equally among their staff and handing over their business to Astro and Penny to cooperate. And they’re 100% sure nobody would want their dead body. And a bunch of donations to the Bakery, orphanages, shelters, and a personal share to Sherry.

“Hey, what’s with this car, fingerprint to start?!”

“Damn it, come on! Nightwing and Robin are coming over here!”

“I thought the Joker was distracting them!”

"We took too long, idiot! Crap the cops in front of us!”

“Put your hands in the air!”

“Search the area,” Nightwing told Robin.

“I was already doing that.” Robin sassed back.

“Holy shit! [name]?!” Nightwing spotted their body lying there.

“Hey! Hey! Stay with me!” He gently shook them.

“Stop that… you’ll make it worse.” They weakly shoved him, rasping out their words.

“What happened?!” Nightwing was afraid, afraid for his sibling, the one that had left the house 5 years ago, the sibling he’d never hang out with.

“You got to press on the wound to stop the bleeding…” They choked up before spitting out blood. It stuck on their chin, eyes slowly blinking.

They wanted to laugh. Maybe this is what frogs feel like blinking.

“I know that! Stop talking!” He squeezed them tighter, hoping to stop the blood by a bit. The sound and the pain made [name] wince though.

“Shit, I’m sorry, big brother is so sorry for yelling at you, I’m so sorry for everything, just hold on, please just hold on” 

[name] was going into a hysterical state at this moment. What are you sorry for? As a vigilante not being able to save a civilian? Or is it the years of neglect? 

“Did you find something?” Robin came over, only to be shocked himself.

“[name]-!”

“Don’t just stand there! Call for backup! Someone! Anyone!” Nightwing yelled.

“Don’t worry, I’m right here… I’ve got you.” Nightwing kept muttering to them, holding them close but… god, it wouldn’t stop flowing out. 

The blood.

“Hey, Dick?” That caught Nightwing- otherwise your big brother Dick off guard, you knew his identity?

“How-“

“I don’t wanna die…”

He froze suddenly feeling their body shake as their hot tear slipped out of their eye and onto his shoulder.

“Don’t say that, you won’t, I wouldn’t allow that…” 

Their sniffles were never-ending as they used whatever strength they had to grip his back.

“I want my mama…” they cried rubbing their head on his shoulder.

Dick could also feel tears well up in his eyes.

This isn’t how he thought he’d meet you again, but did he ever think he was going to meet you again?

He promised after this he’d never leave you alone.

All those years you’d chased after him why didn’t he try to also put in effort?

“… could you do me a favor?” They suddenly asked.

“Anything.” He answered immediately.

“Could you sing me happy birthday’?” They started taking short, shallow breaths.

Dick trembled before looking over to see the nicely decorated cake.

“Happy birthday to you~” he starts

“Happy birth-“ their hands start to drop.

“[name]!-“

“Keep going… keep going even when my hands drop, until you finish.” They clutch onto him, lower now, but they still gave him comfort even at this moment.

"Alright, alright." He nodded. "Don't think of anything, don't say anything, not even a word. Just give me a smile, " he asked in return.

They complied. Even in this abnormal situation they still wanted to celebrate their stupid birthday.

“Happy birthday, dear [name]~” he could hear himself hiccuping from crying.

“Happy birthday to you…”

“Again.” They demanded, little tears still coming out.

And like they commanded he obeyed, he kept singing to them even when their hand finally fell and their breathing stopped.

Even when they felt cold as a corpse.

He kept singing.

Hugging them tightly, no matter how limp they seem to be.

"Hey Dick, anything important tomorrow?" A small [name] appeared tugged on his shirt.

"Yeah sorry [name], Damian asked me to do something with him before you did, you understand right? You're older and Damian- he's been through a lot, hm?" Dick ruffled their hair.

"But it's-"

"Sorry, I have to leave now!" News broke out that another villain caused a ruckus in this city.

[name] could only rub their arm with their other arms, tears streaming down their face, as they could only sniffle.

"But... it's my Birthday..." They whispered to themselves seeing the retreating figure of Dick fade away.

—

It wasn’t even an argument that losing one of his children once was painful, so when Jason returned from the dead it only solidified his promise to himself that he’d never let another one of his kids perish.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one notified of what was occurring by Damian but everyone was.

When they showed up at the scene with medical equipment, it was too late.

Instead, stumbling into a Nightwing holding onto [name] 's corpse singing Happy Birthday to them.

—

At least they had a body to hold a funeral for this time around.

They ordered a glass coffin to preserve their body in.

Of course, out of common courtesy, they invited the people close to them.

The door to the reception slammed open.

(Why am I imagining the scenes in Miraculous with Adrien’s dead mom, ykw? Imagine [name]’s funeral exactly like that, the batfam are rich for a reason.)

“How dare you think you guys have any right near their body!?” In storms Penelope, and Astro also came in.

Penelope, a doctor at the highest medical institute known worldwide, approached the mourning family.

Astro had a cold look following behind.

Penelope took Bruce’s collar gripping onto him with pure rage.

“You guys want to play the part of the loving family now?! How about when they needed it?! Huh?!” 

Astro placed a bouquet below [name]’s coffin giving a prayer before putting a hand on Penelope's shoulder.

“That’s enough, pray respect to [name], there’s no point arguing with them. You should know but now with what [name] tells us, they’ve never cared.”

She scoffed before shoving Bruce away and patting herself off.

“That’s a lie! We did care for them.” [M/D] called after them right when they were walking out.

“Says the woman who kept pushing her delusional self onto [name], what? Were you trying to replace their real mother? Look at all that jewelry and that veil. Please, what is this fashion show for you?” Penny had to get held back by Astro.

“Show some respect! Be lucky we even invited you!” Damian retorted.

“Enough! This is a funeral, not your drama show.” Duke butted in, distressed by the situation, he didn’t know [name] too well but it’s not his fault… he didn’t even know you existed.

With that the silence ensued and everyone stayed to respect [name].

Here lies, [name], they did more than expected of anyone. From donating to building connections, there was so much more they could’ve done in their life. Wasted at the mere age of barely 23 years old.

Isn’t funny they died on the one day they were always alone on their birthday? Now everyone was there. Not to celebrate though.

May they rest in peace,

[name] [last name].

Penelope is 067 in my crossover fic and y'all know Astro and Sherry are the shopkeepers as well so yeah they exist in this au.

Halfway through I realized that I hadn't introduced Penelope in the other fic so... oops.

Also if the ending seems rushed or ass, don't mind it. ❤

Anyway hopefully the person who wrote this request sees this and everyone else too but just in case here is the taglist and anon 👾🍑, I hope you see this!

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[rocknrollsalad]

rating: T cw: abandoned pets tags: modern au, platonic stobin, first meeting, animal shelters, another universe another menial job, bad holiday innuendo, implied hook ups word count: 995 written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt "mistletoe"

there's now a part two

One of the fun bits about running the social media for the animal shelter was naming the animals that came in. Crafting something just unhinged enough to be spread around which lured people in was Robin’s jam. Yeah, her creative skills could be better used but they weren’t going to waste. And this way cute animals got loving homes.

As fun as it was to name a litter of kittens things like “Left Sock” and “Stolen Pants”, Robin also had to play to the season. Though her and her supervisor went rounds about this. Robin didn’t want to entice parents to adopt a kitten for their kid only for them to get the thing back in four months. She didn’t make the big bucks though so she had to do what she was told.

When the large litter of kittens rescued from a cold and abandoned barn came in? Robin knew what she’d be forced to do. The props would be cute but the names would be lame and overused.

It wasn’t a shock to anyone that she dragged Steve into the process. He was her best friend, they applied for the job together and wanted matching schedules, but he also actually had Christmas cheer.

Best friend, decorations, and kittens all wrangled into the same space, they set to the difficult task of naming each of these adorable little furballs. There were eight of them and that number was the only thing stopping Robin from bringing home the whole litter.

Latkes, Kugel, Lump of Coal, Winter Solstice, Krampus, The Ghost of Christmas Past, Cheeses, Meeces, and Mistletoe were all photographed and the colors of their colors logged before Robin and Steve went to the office to edit pictures.

Steve had Latkes in the pocket of his hoodie, sleeping away in the comfort and warmth, and Mistletoe wandered from shoulder to shoulder. The rest were happy back in their homey pen, heating blanket and food freshly stocked. Robin wanted to be annoyed but Steve always had at least one animal in tow, he couldn’t help that they were drawn to him. Or that he couldn’t say no to them.

“We oughta take a picture of you like that, imagine the dates you could get asking people to meet you under this mistletoe,” Robin said, turning back to the screen.

“Wouldn’t that be better if she was the one in my pocket?” Steve asked.

“Oh my god, why would you say that?” Robing aggressively clicked the ancient mouse to try and make the computer load faster so she didn’t have to think any more about the implications of that.

“You set me up for it!” Steve said, that same indignation he always had that made Robin want to punch him.

“Whatever. Not even you could get a date with something like that.”

Robin didn’t turn around, she could feel Steve accepting the challenge she absolutely had not issued. No way he got it to work.

—

The day had been slow, boring but expected. Robin was the only one on duty right now. The two others went off to take their lunch knowing Robin was fine with Steve there. He’d come in to hang out, a pretty typical thing when they weren’t scheduled to both work.

Steve was sitting on the counter, Robin in the chair with her feet up and next to his leg. They were on their fourth Buzzfeed quiz when the door opened. Steve and Robin both had to fight glaring at whoever interrupted the scientific “what type of fruit are you” quest.

“Hey, do you guys still got Krampus?” the guy asked, skipping all greetings.

His lack of manners had Robin staying in her seat. She wasn’t going to overdo it if he couldn’t manage the bare minimum. Steve, however, was on his feet all Christmas cheer and eager to help. Robin knew what that meant.

Added confirmation came as Steve leaned over and whispered “I think he needs to take home Mistletoe.”

Sticking her finger toward her mouth, Robin gave a half-hearted gag. If anything, she was annoyed with how easily this all came to Steve. This guy was so his type there was no way he wasn’t going to try something and Robin supported that but did he have to be so good at it?

“We do,” Steve said. It shouldn’t have been a seductive statement and yet…

Of course, it worked. The guy was the first person Robin had ever seen do a spit take without having anything to drink.

After an awkward stare-down, Robin cleared her throat as the only professional for miles around, “Would you like to see him?”

“Yeah, yeah, man. I think I would,” the guy said.

Rolling her eyes, Robin lifted a foot to kick at Steve's hip. “Show him the cat, you idiot,” she groaned.

Since he was almost out of reach, the kick did nothing to Steve as he flashed that award-winning smile that drove everyone wild and he had the customer follow him.

Just once, Robin would love to channel whatever magnetism Steve had. There’d been so many girls that had come through the door, single girls who talked about their ex-girlfriends, and Robin couldn’t so much as give them her number. Steve was going to walk out of here with a wedding ring.

Sure enough, twenty minutes later, Steve and the guy walked back to Robin looking like they’d solved world hunger. Thankfully Steve was smart enough not to hook up with people at the shelter but Robin knew that look, both on the customer and Steve, a hook up would happen.

In case that wasn’t enough, the guy was carrying Mistletoe and not Krampus like he'd asked for.

Steve stood on the customer side of the counter and said “Hand me the adoption form, wouldya? We’ll get Eddie this adorable little friend and then I’m going to help him set his apartment up to be a cat dad.”

“You’re insufferable.”

[nandsmi]

my current obsession (buddie/9-1-1) often overlaps with my old obsession (steddie/st) and I can't get it out of my head that it would be a great idea for a fic

The 118 answering to a call at Eddie Munson's manor, famous (retired) rockstar Eddie Munson, well into his fifty-something years old, living peacefully in LA with his lovely pretty husband, Steve Harrington.

Steve, who greets them with a slightly bored and embarrassed expression. He guides them as he explains that Eddie got stuck in the studio vent, convinced that something was inside, probably delirious after having spent the last 72 hours awake and high, composing.

Bobby, assuring: Don't worry, sir, we'll get your husband out of there in no time.

Steve, mean girl mode on: Oh, please, do not bother, take your time. Maybe he will learn a lesson or two, this once.

Hen, midly worried: This happen a lot?

Steve: Eddie being a menace? It is his natural state, but I guess he never have being trapped in the vent before, no.

And naturally, Buddie. I can't decide what scenario I like more:

1. Eddie Diaz, huge fanboy, trying to being professional around his all-time favorite rockstar, but failling awkwardly. And Buck is so jealous about it, glaring at Munson while Steve is watching them, thinking "I can't wait to tell Robin about this", pat-pat Eddie's head once in a while so he would let be treat.

2. Buck aroused by Eddie Munson because omg what is happening that all the men named Eddie are this dark-haired-bambi-eyes deadly beautiful combo? And why Mr. Munson' husband is blushing and obviously flirting with his Eddie?

3. Steve Harrington, pretty boy aged like wine with powerfull DILF/MILF energy, shameless flirting with these hot firefighters, while in the background his husband is severely dehydrated and delirious while Chim is trying to hook up an IV on him unsuccessfully

4. Eddie, dehydrated and delirious, see a blob of blonde hair and blue eyes in front of him, asking him if he is okay and logically concludes "oh, that's Robin" and says before faints "Wow, Buckley, you' huge" and Buck, confused as hell because "how famous singer eddie munson knows my name?"

Also, maybe Robin is visiting Steddie's house and they got stuck or whatever consequences of their shenanigans and they're so embarrassed about it and Steve is almost giving up and calling 9-1-1 when Robin remembers that her baby cousin is a firefighter in LA. Imagine how suprised Buck is to receive a call from "Aunt Rob" in the middle of the night asking him to come by with a chainsaw.

Eddie, huge fanboy of Corrored Coffin, never suspected his best friend has a conection with THE Eddie Munson, but suddenly they are at a manor and Buck is calling Eddie Munson "Uncle Eds". Steve Harrington is "Uncle Stevie". And apparently Buck spent his summers as a teenager with his dad's cousin before Robin came out to her family.

[nburkhardt]

Mainly for my love, @strangersteddierthings ily

An overly sappy and fluffy follow up to this angst piece

“-Christ, I’m coming!”

It’s- Jesus Christ, only eight in the morning on a goddamn Saturday and someone decided to call him now? He roughly picks the phone up, “whoever the fuck this is, you better have a goddamn good reason to be calling!”

“Well, I’m sorry. It’s even earlier for me, nerd” Robin’s voice comes through, and now he’s confused.

If anyone should still be asleep, it should be her. Since she’s ya know, in California, in a different timezone. It’s- “why the fuck are you awake at five? Aren’t you on vacation?”

He can hear the eye roll Robin does, but it’s only fair. She woke him up, she gets to deal with a little bit of bitchy Eddie.

“I am, doesn’t matter. What are your plans again for Christmas?”

Tilting his head, squinting his eyes, he blinks hard before rubbing a hand down his face. “Buckley. You did not fucking just ask me what my plans are. The hell? You’re not even here! Why?”

Robin groans, obnoxious and long. Then a huff, and after that he hears tapping and he can imagine she’s bumping the phone against her head and straighten up with a glare on her face. He gets the look a lot from her to see it clearly.

“Edward Munson. I need to know what your Christmas plans are for very good reasons. Actually, what are you doing for that whole weekend? I need a favor and you’re going to do it, because it’s very very important. So important that if you do not do this and I find out, you will be a dead man and wish the demobats were after you.” She takes a deep breath, “do you understand?”

It must be, if she’s bringing up violence this early.

“Okay, geez I’ll bite. My plans for Christmas is just hanging around with Wayne, we usually just hang around watching Christmas movies and eat together. I got nothing planned the weekend, all of ya and my band are busy with family and shit.” He leaned against the fridge, closing his eyes and hoping whatever Robin is thinking doesn’t involve much.

“You need to kidnap Steve.”

He opened his eyes quick to widen them, straightening up and looking around for his keys. “Can I keep him then?”

Robin groans and he smiles, “if I’m kidnapping Stevie, I get to keep him. Finders keepers, Buck!”

“If you can only promise to love him and care for him.”

“Always, Robin. My Honeylove deserves it and so much more, he doesn’t even know how much,” he sighs, “I’ve agreed, now can you explain why?”

He’s met with silence and he looks at the phone wondering weather it’s not working or Robin hung up; already satisfied with him agreeing. Which would be fucking rude of her.

As he brings the phone back, he hears her sigh and- “i know my platonic soulmate and he doesn’t think I’ve noticed him being withdrawn or sad. He’s determined to make me go grey by suffering in silence, and he doesn’t believe how much I care or how much you care. So, he’s alone, like right now.” She sniffles and he can imagine she’s gripping her hair while also leaning up against whatever wall or surface, “SO, I would appreciate you for the rest of my life, if you help me and make him very, so very happy. Please.”

Taking a step out of his van, Eddie shifts his weight as he looks at the single flower he managed to pluck from his neighbors bush, it’s probably cheesy and maybe a little much but he couldn’t help himself.

Picking it up, he quickly slams his door before marching his way to Steve’s front door and stands straight. Taking a breath before moving his arm behind his back, knocking on the door with the other.

It’s been a few days since Robin’s call and his plan couldn’t take any shape until this morning. Wayne had noticed he was off the rest of that day and a complete word-for-word retelling happened and he ended with Wayne telling him, “Jesus kid, ya didn’t need to ask. That boy of yours is welcomed here”

And that was that.

He holds his fist up again as the door swings open and he’s met with an adorable sight, Steve wearing his glasses a little askew and his favorite yellow sweater along with some plaid sweats.

“Eddie?”

Smiling, Eddie pulls the flower out and brings it in front of their faces. Twirling the flower around before lightly bumping it on Steve’s nose, “My dear, Stevie Honeylove Harrington, I am here on this lovely December twenty third to officially kidnap you.” He watched as Steve pulls the door open more looking even more confused, it makes him smile at him.

“Eds, what the hell? Please don’t tell me you’re high right now?”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie shakes his head. “I am very sober, and come on, get things together. You’re coming home with me”

They move into the kitchen and Steve looked at him before shaking his head.

“Can my kidnapper explain one more time, because he deserves to know why he’s being kidnapped- two days before Christmas” Steve asks and grabs the flower from him, putting it in a cup before leaning up against the counter to look at him.

He doesn’t bother sitting anywhere, instead comes right up to Steve and tapping his temple. “Because, my heart, you selfless dummy. You will be spending the rest of this holiday, with me and Wayne.”

Steve’s eyes widen, before darting around to avoid looking at him. It pulls a frown on Eddie’s face and he steps back just a bit, just to let Steve avoid his gaze more. He knows when it’s necessary to give more space, especially this lovely boy.

“I don’t want to impose on you both, I’m fine here. My parents called and said they’ll be her-”

“Nuh uh. Nope, I will not accept that. Even if they were coming, I’d still be kidnapping you, sweet boy.” He interrupts, crossing his arms and glances around the room before settling his eyes back on the important thing, Steve.

Steve who is still looking anywhere but at him, his own arms crossed but looking much more like he’s hugging himself, his fingers drumming along his arm.

“Sweetheart, Steve, I would truly and utterly love if you come along with me to your first official Munson Christmas.”

A smile pulling at his lips, as the words process in Steve’s head. A light blush is slowly creeping up. It makes his own cheeks start to burn, his own blush coming up from seeing Steve looking soft and confused.

Eddie moves closer to him again, arms no longer crossed and instead coming up around Steve. Enjoying how he instantly shifts to wrap his arms around Eddie, it makes his heart happy.

“Yeah okay, Teddy. I’ll go”

It’s the smell of bacon that makes him stir and the light sound of Christmas music playing.

Steve blinks a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes, his vision getting as clear as they can without his glasses. Along with that his other senses also kicks up and he can feel the weight of an arm around his waist and legs tangled with his.

He shifts just enough to see Eddie behind him, face still relaxed as he lightly snores. Clearly still asleep. It’s only then that he relaxes back down and looking away with a blush and tiny smile.

For once happy to wake up on Christmas morning in years.

“Merry Christmas, Love” Eddie’s arm tightens around his waist as he spoke, pulling him closer.

His face completely breaking out into a smile now. “Yeah?”

Eddie hums and squeezes his waist again, “yeah course, it’s Christmas”

Steve shakes his head, “no, well, yeah it’s Christmas but um, the love thing.” He squeezes his eyes shut and mentally counts to five before turning around to face Eddie, “are you serious? Because I’m, um, starting to think that you’re-”

There’s a smile tugging on Eddie’s lips and he moves his arms to settle back snug around Steve, “In love with you? Yeah, Honeylove. I am, I love you Steve and I would be the happiest man alive if you let me keep you”

Steve’s eyes are watering as he nods and breaks into a breathless laugh, the words bouncing around in his head over and over.

“Yeah, yeah. Please. I love you too”

It brings a bright smile to Eddie’s face that Steve matches, Eddie presses a kiss to his forehead and promises that they’ll share their first kiss once they lose the morning breath and Steve holds him to it.

They’ll get up, brush their teeth and share a soft kiss before walking out to see Wayne busy finishing off some pancakes. They’ll wish him a merry Christmas, enjoy their breakfast together before settling in the living room to watch Christmas movies and unwrap the presents under the tree.

There’s not much; only a few gifts for each of them.

Steve doesn’t even pay much attention to his, he’s really truly happy because his favorite present is currently sitting on the floor in a Santa hat obnoxiously shaking a gift next to his head with a big smile on his face.

It’s the best Christmas he’s had in a long time.

One of my all time favorite tropes is “they’re not dating” and guess what, they weren’t dating at all in this until Christmas 🥰 Eddie was very obviously in love with Steve from the start though, Steve was just a little slow on catching the very point-blank flirting :D

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed this sappy piece and it made up for the angst I put you through in the first part. ☺️

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[unamused-boss]

Trumpets and Boots (part 1)

(this story has strong topics in it, you have been warned!)

Robin Buckley x fem!hargrove (reader/Oc)

Warning, Strong topics: homophobia, child abandonment, troubled sibling relationship, child abuse, underage drinking, Homophobic language, strong language

The POV will be in second person but the "reader" will have a name.

I will not tolerate any negativity in the comments regarding sexuality or religion!

Summary: When Amelia Hargrove came out as gay to her family… lets just say some didn’t have to good of a reaction. When they’re finally reunited things become a little complicated.

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California: 1981

You and Billy were getting ready to head out to a party at one of your friend's houses for the night and you crush Samantha Jenkins will be there tonight. You are hoping for a very lucky game of spin the bottle tonight or seven minutes in heaven. You were quickly applying your favorite color of eye shadow to your eye lids for the night. It was glittery. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, you can't wait for this party tonight. You and Billy have been looking forward to it all week.

"You ready Billy!" You shout to him through the bathroom door.

“Yeah give me a minute!”

“Really?!” You complained. “Billy you have hogged the bathroom for the past hour! If you could smell any more like a new car I’d sell you to the lot!”

“Hey! Looking good takes time!” He responded.

“I swear you’re more of a woman then I am sometimes… prissy bitch…” you mumbled.

The door shot open with you and Billy staring at each other. “What’d you say little shit?”

‘Oh no…’ you take off down your hallway to out run Billy. You’re jumping over tables and chairs to avoid him. He is hot on your tail. Until you sprint back into yours and Max’s shared room. She looks you to you with wide eyes. Max and her mom have only lived with you guys for a year now. They both quickly learned the dynamic of the Hargrove real soon.

Max knew your were different. She knew you would stare at the same girls Billy would stare at. She didn’t quiet get it. She thought other girls were weird. She also didn’t get why you and Billy were always so hush hush around your dad. Both you and Billy would always become more quiet when he comes around. She wasn’t completely dumb; she saw the bruises you and Billy suffered from your father. She saw the bond the you and your brother had, she wished so desperately that you would have the same with her. You are opening up to her more. You took her to the skate park so she could practice her tricks and show you. You kept Billy at bay when it came to him being mean to her, and you were probably opening him up to her being big brother to her. You were like a glue to the family, as much as your father dislikes you.

Billy started smacking you with one of your throw pillows cause of what you said to him. You are laughing non stop. Once the beating of the pillow was over you turned to Max.

“You sure you’ll be fine?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She answered straightly.

“You know we’ll stay if you want us to.” You reassured.

“You will…” Billy scoffed. You went an smacked his arm. “Ow…” he said while rubbing it.

“We’ll be down the street Max if you need us, and we’ll be back before Susan and Dad. Alright.” You smiled at her. She smiled back to you.

"See ya Madmax!" You said before bolting out the door and locking it to go to the party down the road in your neighborhood.

"Why are you nice to her?" Billy questioned.

"Um cause she lives with us now and she's just a kid?" You answered with confusion in your voice. You never understood Billy's dislike for Max, but you're trying to fix that.

"Listen I know you don't like Susan or Max, but they're kinda stuck with dad now." You said to Billy, "And we've been stuck with him of the past 4 years since mom left..." Billy looked to you with saddened eyes. When mom left it hit you pretty hard. You really missed her just like he did. But after all the calls you both knew she was never coming back. Billy changed for the worse became for ruff and violent. You ,however, stayed the way you are. A sweet smile on your face, always willing to help someone, and just being you. You were way better than Billy ever could be.

"I got ya baby sis, I'll try." Billy answered.

"Good." You smiled to him. "And what is this baby sister nonsense you act like I'm not only 3 minutes younger then you."

"Oh sorry 3 blissful minutes before your crying ugly face came into the world."

"Oh crying I see, I guess I'll tell everyone how you cried when I gave you your earring that you "toughened through"." You laughed. All Billy did was push you into a grass ditch as you laughed even harder.

"Piece of shit." Billy grinned.

"Get my fucking skirt dirty, and I'll bury you stuff in the backyard again." You threaten.

That's when you both arrived to the party, a quick 10 minute walk. You get into the party, starting off with some beer. You drank for about 30 minutes, dancing with your friends, shouting your heart out to the music, and over all enjoying your time at the party.

Then the moment you have been hating for all night has arrived. Spin the bottle. You were so hyped.

"Hey I'm gonna smoke a cigarette outside with Jackson." Billy said. You nod at him and he was on his way out. You take your seat in the circle of teens. Samantha right across from you. You were so ready. The spinning has begun. Chris had to kiss Jenny. Charolette had to kiss Scott. Andy had to kiss Charlie C. The spinning kept going and going. When ever the guys landed on other guys they all made a big deal out of it. But when a girl landed on another girl they all cheered for it.

'Ugh, horny pigs... can't even last past 5 minutes' you sneered. That was when you saw the bottle turn in your direction, landing on you. You look up and make eye contact with Samantha.

'GOD IS GOOD!' You cheered in your thoughts.

You stood straight on your knees as did Samantha. You both leaned in to each other. Your lips connecting. It was like a flower blooming in the spring, this was way better than any guy you kissed in other spin the bottles. You knew you liked girls more than guys, but this was a whole other level. You swore you could've continued kissing Samantha when...

"What the fuck are you doing!!" An all to familiar voice shouted. Dragging you by the collar of your shirt out the door of the party to the front yard. You are shoved out only to be met with a straight faced Billy. You stand next to him as you face your dad. He was red, he was raging.

"Walk home. NOW!" Your Dad shouted. You saw some classmates laughing cause you both got caught. The difference is if they got caught they get grounded, but we get beaten into the ground. The walk home was silent. You don't think the air has ever been more still. When you both returned home, you were sat down on the couch with your Dad standing before you menacingly staring down at the both of you.

"So you both left your little sister home alone to go act like a bunch of dumbasses at a party!" He shouted.

"We're sorry... dad." You whispered out. You felt a hard smack to your head from him.

"You better be you stupid bitch!" He growled.

"It wasn't her idea, I convinced her to go with me dad." Billy tried to take the blame for you. You heard the smack go across Billy's face. You just stared down at your hands.

"I come home find Maxine by herself." He started. "While you both are at a party getting drunk, smoking, and did god know fucking what else." Neither of you said anything. Your dad grabbed you by your shoulders shaking them up to make you look at him.

"Stop looking down like a pussy!" He shouted into your face. your eyes begin to whelm with hot tears.

"Hey it's not her fault dad!" Billy shouted at him. Wrong move. Billy was dragged to his room. You heard the curses and beating from the living room. You just stared straight ahead as you heard your brother be beaten in the room next. Just for defending you from your Dad's wrath.

You heard slow boot steps come your way. You stiffened, more tears started to form in your eye going down you cheeks, your blood rushing, everything was going way to slow. Your dad now stood next to were you were sitting. You didn't look up to him; you kept your tear filled eyes forward.

"So. You're a faggot?" Your dad questioned. You said nothing. Not wanting to answer. Your father's hand went threw your hair a gripped it tight. You swore he was going to pull it out.

"Are you some faggot!" He yelled into your ear. You were now crying, the dam has been broken. Tears were streaming down your cheeks. No words were coming out if your mouth. It felt like you were choking.

"Kissing some girl! God your mother would hate you!" He kept shouting at you. He dragged you to the door of your bedroom an slammed you into it. Staring down at you.

"You are fucking pathetic, worthless dyke." He growled to you. There was nothing but hatred in his eyes to you. You slowly turn the knob of the door to your room. But you were quickly slapped across the face before he left your alone. You make your way into your room for the night, crying yourself to sleep in your bed.

A week has passed since that Friday night. Your dad kept saying you were spreading a sickness with everything your touched. Billy tried to protect you the best he could, he took every blow for you. And you patched him up every time. Max was forbidden from talking to you and you couldn't do anything about it. But hopefully today things will be a bit more chilled out.

What you didn't know was that Neil sent Susan, Billy, ad Max out to run some "errands" for dinner tonight. When you got back home from your friends house you saw Susan's car gone, only your dad's truck in the driveway. You walk through the front door to your house.

"Amelia!" You flinched at the sudden noise of your dad's voice. You walk over to the kitchen where you found your dad.

"Go pack a bag or two, me and Susan are taking all of you on a small vacation to the city for the next week." He said. "Susan and the rest of them already left."

"Really?" You said quietly.

"Yes." He said firmly. " Go pack your shit and grab some money cause I'm not buying any shit for you." You walked to your bedroom and packed a duffle bag full of clothes. You grabbed the little money you have hidden away in your room. Your dad was already in his truck waiting for you. You put your stuff in the back an put your self up in the front seat.

Neil made his way out of the drive way, the last time you'll ever see that house again.

. . .

"Neil! We're back!" Susan yelled. She looked around an saw no sign of her husband. She went to the garage thinking he moved his car there but saw nothing.

"Billy!" Susan shouted.

"What." Billy answered bluntly.

"Where is your sister?" From the statement Billy rushed to your room to see you not in there and some of your clothes gone.

"No." Billy said. "Nononono, NO!" He was looking all over the house for you. You were no where to be found. You were gone. Just like his mom. His dad has taken you away from him.

All Billy could do was cry in his room. His twin was gone. His baby sister was gone and he doesn't know where. He failed to keep you safe from if dad.

Max watched all of it unfold in front of her.

. . .

You have been in the car for a straight hour now. You were looking out the window at the desert. Nothing for miles. Neil pulled into a motel parking lot.

"We're staying here for the night." He said as he parked the car. You got out of the car with your duffle bag on your side. You made your way to the front desk with your dad were he got the key. You weren't dumb, this was all sketchy.

"Here go put your stuff in the room." Neil said putting the key into your hand. You nodded to him. Making your way to the room opening the door to the empty room. You look around confused. You dropped your bag on the ground, putting the key in your pocket.

Then you heard his truck start up. You walk over confused looking at him.

"Dad! What are you doing?" You questioned. That's when he started to pulled out of his parking space. "DAD!" You start to run after his truck. Like some sick joke he slowed enough for you to pillion the lever of the door.

"Dad! STOP, Please!" You were shouting to him. Panicked tear started to whelm your eyes. He started to speed up. You keeping pace with the truck smacking on the back part.

"I'm sorry! Dad I'm SORRY!" You shouted. "Listen I'll never disobey you again I promise. DAD PLEASE!" You cried as you tripped on the uneven ground below you as your dad drove away. Leaving you in the dirt crying.

"Billy... Billy!" You yelled out to your brother. You just wanted your big brother. You walked back to the motel. Going to the room that you had to stay in now.

Your dad has abandoned you, just like your mom. Tears were going down your cheeks. You sat in the floor of the room for a good ten minutes till a knock on the door scared you. You hopped up hoping by some miracle your brother found you. You open the door to only meet the smoking front desk lady from earlier. Your smiled dropped.

"Hey sweetie." Her gruff voice said. "I saw what just happened and I'm sorry..." You said nothing to her. You just stared at her sniffling. She sighed at the sight of you, "Listen I'm only doing this once cause you remind me of my granddaughter, I'll give you a ride to the bus station and you can get a ticket back home." You nodded at her. You gave her the room key back and grabbed your bag.

Just like she said she drove you to the bus station to get a ticket home. She even gave you a hundred bucks to help with anything else. The front desk lady gave you a gruff but soft goodbye as she left you at the bus station. You walk in with your bag and money to the front desk of the station.

"Hello miss, what can I do for you today?" The desk worker said.

"I need a ticket." You said plainly , no emotion left. The desk worker just stared at you.

"Where to honey?"

"Santa-" You stopped for a minute. You didn't want to go back to Santa Monica, nothing would be left for you there. The message was made pretty clear to you.

"Santa Monica, honey?"

"No." You stated, "What's your furthest ticket?"

"Umm." The worker started typing in their computer for a second. "Our furthest ticket is... Hawkins Indiana."

"I'll take that." You said, giving them the money and taking your ticket to Indiana.

Hawkins Indiana: 1984

It has been three, four by next fall, years since you left everything in California behind. When you arrived to Hawkins you had little money and what you had in your duffle bag with you. You are now 17 turning 18 next March. You think about Billy everyday. But with what that has happened you can't dwell on things. You live with a woman named Joey Byers and her two sons.

When you arrived in Hawkins at 14 Joyce Byers found you walking the dirt road trying to find someplace dry to find to sleep for the night. Joyce took you in an let you stay the night with her. After that night you found yourself living with her for two years. When everything happened with Will accrued you were there for her and Johnathan when they needed.

You helped look for Will in search parties. You helped the boys hide Eleven in Mikes basement. You helped Steve, Johnathan, and Nancy take down a demagorgan. You're gonna be honest, you've probably faced death more times with Neil then any interdimensional creature.After everything that happened last year you started to pick up more around the house. You didn't want to burden Joyce since she took you in. You work at the music shop in town. You put 50% of your paychecks to rent or bills at the Byers home.

Joyce has tried many times to talk to your about your family back in California, hell even brought Hopper out to try a crack ya. You never budge. Hopper has concluded that, "You've been through something and now they're dead to you." The only response you gave was "Not all of them..." Nothing else after that. You have a new life here and you're not going to have it ruined by your past. It wasn't a secret that you were gay. It was very well known fact in town that you were into women. Yeah some kids yelled slurs to you but none of it effected you. You were actually able to meet another lesbian in town, well a closeted one. Her name was Robin Buckley, you met her in your art class when you were a sophomore and she was a freshmen. You both got along pretty well. She was actually really pretty you thought but since you never actually dated a girl you were nervous in telling her your feelings.

The date was October 28, 1984 Halloween was this Friday. You were gonna take Will and the boys trick or treating.

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I hope you enjoy this, this was an idea I’ve had for a while.

If you want to be tagged in future parts comment below pls.

[secretgardensinmymindd13]

sometimes i wonder if they wrote eddie’s gay arc on purpose or not

like, if not, imagine trying to write these two straight characters with a brotherly bond, but the minute they meet on screen, the gay chemistry is just off the charts

and the more you write, the gayer they become, and the more romantic their interactions feel

like, i don’t know, it’s just so funny to me, it’s like the characters shipped themselves (also, it’s probably thanks to ryan and oliver’s chemistry)

accidental ships might be my favorite genre

same thing happened with monica and chandler from “friends” and robin and barney from “himym”, where the writers didn’t initially plan these couples, but the chemistry between the actors was so good that they just went with it

but almost no one’s out here saying these couples were “forced” or “they were just friends, why do you have to ship everything and turn every friendship into a romance?” because they’re straight couples

i’m tired of this bs, and i’m glad we’re finally getting a win for once

and i literally can’t with the “why can’t two guys just be great friends? why does everything have to be gay?” comments

not everything has to be, but sometimes it is.

i don’t think people realize how many closeted queer people there are in the world who discover their sexuality later in life, or maybe even never, just because of how homophobic and heteronormative this world is

so when two characters have amazing chemistry and a dynamic that naturally leans that way, why wouldn’t the writers pursue it if it feels right for the story? tim literally said himself that he tried writing fewer scenes with buck and eddie together because he didn’t want to queerbait but it didn’t feel right because they don’t work without each other anymore (so now he literally had to make them canon because it just makes sense)

if you don’t like this ship and prefer them as friends, okay, whatever, but it’s not your place to say, to be honest, because i think the writers know their characters better, and they’re not afraid to pursue a love story just because of some heteronormative viewers (unlike some other writers and shows)

also, that’s one of the things i really love about long-running shows with multiple seasons - sometimes the story takes its own turn, and the writers just follow it, because you can’t plan every single detail 7–10 seasons ahead, sometimes you have to listen to your characters and the chemistry between the actors, and let the story surprise you

they literally took inspiration for eddie’s character from ryan guzman’s life, so this show is really good at going with the flow instead of sticking to a rigid plan, and i admire that

[arcane-ish]

more young zaundads ramblings

I like the idea of them being robbers, honestly. It's very dashing in a stagecoach robber kind of way but I'm personally less interested in the robin hood style (we steal and all of our crime activity is for the good of all). I'm more interested in what we see in canon - druglord silco does bring money and employment into the Lanes but it comes at the cost of violence and loss of community. I do think a mining story of union power, of strikes and rising up against the owners would be fascinating to read.

@out-there-tmblr I think above all the flashback did a number on the timeline. Because it establishes that they had the Last Drop even before Vi was born, so they had it for several years.

Like I think before season 2, you could maybe headcanon for example that Silco and Vander were criminals and smugglers (or miners who do their one big stike on the bridge and get attacked for it), and after their falling out Vander decided to become a bar owner instead and that was his way of doing "I want to be peaceful now, I want to change my life". (it's not fully possible, because I think the fact that Silco moves in there already hints that Silco might know the place and have an attachment (plus Amanda's statements), but it could have been somebody else's bar that they just did their crime business at and after The Bridge Vander decides to buy it)

Or they could have been debt ridden, always pushed down, no opportunity miners who scrape together money and just barely eke out buying a pre-existing bar shortly before their falling out.

My guess is that the writers did it because they wanted:

Silco and particularly Vander to have a longer pre-existing relationships with the girls and the mother of the girls

for Vi to have a relatively happy childhood

But this by happenstance gives Silco and Vander those couple of years between Felicia's pregnancy announcement and Felicia's death where they presumably are at least somewhat settled in.

And the stress of building up a community I imagine to be slightly different from the stress of let's say plotting an active revolution (ie recruiting and nagivating different groups, handling spies, losing people to arrests, buying and hiding weapons) or the stress of running a criminal enterprise. Again those thing could still have been running in parallel (ie they get the bar, they build up the Lanes, but they are still doing political business or crime business) and just Vi wasn't really aware of it.

It's still intensely interesting to me, if Cassandra was running around doing things that at least feel charitable to her, why are Silco and Vander in agreement that the Pilties are not somebody you can bargain with/go to help for?

Because despite their falling out... it's kind of interesting how despite being apart, Vander and Silco still agree on the basic idea that Piltover should not mingle with Zaun. They just disagree on whether "Piltover agents of government should not come into Zaun" should be achieved, through force or through making deals. They both advocate for some sort of autonomy and that stands in contrast to what Vi, Caitlyn and Jayce propose, namely that the problem is Piltover's neglect, that the cities should come closer together, that Piltover should help out Zaun more.

Even though Vander fell out with Silco over the methods, he still seems to agree with the overall goal that he doesn't want too much Piltie involvement in Zaun and wants the cities to be apart. They both are more inclined towards autonomy/segretation rather than integrating/joining the cities.

Like that kind of distrust would make sense to me if the ventilation things had happened before Silco and Vander's time and they are young bucks who just take them for granted and don't know their history. (I think that works really well for your story that it's just topside doing mysterious topside things without asking them and paying them better and disappearing again, if Cassandra ever did a PR event with the miners she did it somewhere where Vander and Silco could never take part) But it still seems odd to me that even if asking Topside for help is never considered, not even trying to sucker some bleeding heart rich people (considering better off people doing charity like running orphanages or convents or poor houses (even if it was for selfish reasons with a veneer of charity) was a factor in the beginning of the industrial revolution era that seems to have inspired the setting)

It could make sense if Topside people just seem so insanely far away to them that they never consider it (even though post time skip "Silco the industrialist" presumably mingles with them or is capable of mingling with them). Or if they had concrete negative experience where working together was tried and blew up in their faces.

BTW, if the Lanes were not supposed to be a thing before Vander and Silco, it is interesting to think about where did miners live before? Like I can imagine there are these deep poisonous mines that people need protective gear to work in, but Piltover is pushing for them to be mined. But either you are so good with handling poison you live in the Sumps or you still have to live in Promenade level and above. That would imply that maybe the cost of living there is insanely high and it's very overcrowded. It might also imply that Piltover might actually have to pay well or use a lot of force to get people to go down there.

And Silco and Vander in a way offered both an affordable housing option [I, I probably have a real world meta on affordable housing in me] and alternative job paths. (ie something I could easily picture would be if Piltover can exert a lot more control on promenade level and maybe there all shops need permits and Silco and Vander are like: naw, with us people don't and that's why they hate enforcers coming down there so much, because enforcers are always trying to come down, get people for missing permits or trying to "clean out the illegal slum". (yes I just watched a video on the Kowloon Walled City)

One of the most low key fascinating lines to me has also been the one from Silco about topside leaving them behind. Like I think there is a really interesting potential story in there that maybe when Silco and Vander were young mining was really important to topside and if it's important to the economy then strikes actually start to matter. And maybe Vander and Silco could actually leverage that into real power.

But then Piltover disovers hextech and suddenly hextech crystals become the hot new commodity. Very similar to the economy shifting from coal to oil, causing coal miners to lose their jobs while the powerful start wars in far away countries to get to the oil (just like Piltover beginning to mine in Ixtal). And Silco maybe having to go through the culture shock of the methods that worked in his youth no longer work. (all the more interesting that he is willing to give up their unique economic resource, Shimmer, for the sake of freedom)

From a shippy point of view, I think there is potential there in that Vander and Silco had something concrete they shared and built up and watched grow and tried to defend. That is was their baby as Felicia is raising hers.

[spirit-lanterns]

To think an emotionless face bunny reader. That WOULD never be me 😔 as much i have to admit, i’m those people who have their face full of emotions so these kind of gambling when our emotions get the best of us, I would’ve FOLDED instantly.

Of course i like a game of gambling (of sex) so internally, i accept it thinking i would be slick and won it but noo..

If we started we took kafka? A rough start. Cock warming her would be a squirming road. Like i can try to put up a poker face but my body says it all. You know what they say when body gives out the languages 😔lazily yet suddenly bucking her hips as her cock felt so good in our gummy wall instantly make our breath heavier. Like she would be smirking even if she start to mark our neck as we gripped the gambling table to ground ourselves

If not more rough journey, black swan. The most kinkiest woman is an understatement to say the least. She would eventually grab the vibratior and put it up against our clothed cunt as the bunny suit is very shiny and even smooth much to our unfortunate luck (or fortunate luck)

Someone finish this fic I can’t think more than black swan and kafka fucking my brain

I’d gladly finish this fic for you, anon 💕

Imagine Topaz trying to get you to make a noise or change expressions by bending you over her lap and spanking you. She does it in front of all the other women too, trying to get you to whimper or yelp with her hand striking against your ass, but you’re determined to hold out and keep your face calm. No matter how painful (and pleasurable) Topaz’s hand may feel on your rear.

After Topaz, Acheron would attempt to get you to moan, by fondling with your tits and roughly fingering your pussy with her long, calloused fingers. The pace she sets herself with you is rough and extremely overbearing, but even when Acheron is knuckles deep inside of you, you still keep a poker face on and refuse to let even a peep leave your lips during her round of the gamble…

Lastly, Robin would be the one to try and get you to break face, by sitting you up against the table and eating you out with her skilled tongue. The wings on her head are tickling your thighs, as she hopes to get you to whine when her tongue sinks far into your cunt to taste all that you could offer. Though it was a close bet, not even Robin could get you to break your poker face, and soon you find yourself winning against all five women in the roo—

Oh? Wait a minute! We forgot Himeko! Himeko the experienced and mature woman that she is, finally managing to crumble you to nothing as she makes you sit on her lap and take her experienced fingers up your cunt. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you somehow broke down at the feeling of Himeko’s simple fingering, as she was so skilled enough, that just the feeling of her filling you up from the inside was enough for you to let out the loudest whine any of the women had ever heard from you.

…Yeah, it’s safe to say Himeko won this gamble. She got the money it seems (and you) for the night, causing everyone to seethe with jealous stares 💕