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[thevillagequeer]

given how many ships steve is a part of i like to think that they all are true and everyone just has had a fling or more with steve and having kissed Steve Harrington is a rite of passage into the big kids of Hawkins group

[takamimami]

Supernova Captains | they catch you wearing someone else’s coat

Pairing: Kidd, Law, and Luffy x crewmate!reader (use of y/n)

the supernova captain trio will literally be the death of me, gunna start posting little drabbles of them to show my appreciation for them <3

CW: No smut (captains do steal some kisses), also Law's is slightly suggestive at the end, fluffity fluffy fluff, crackposting

🔞Slightly suggestive content so minors/ageless blogs, begone.

👒

The first thing Luffy does when he sees you strut onto the ship is laugh, pointing out how you look like you’re drowning in the coat as you walk toward him on the deck of the Sunny. 

“Y/N,” he giggles, hand reaching to his stomach as he leans forward, “You look ridiculous! Plus, Jaggy is going to kill you when he finds out you stole his coat!”

His contagious laughter has you letting out a light chuckle, and as you do you feel yourself step on the front of the coat, stumbling forward and struggling to get your hands out to brace yourself from the fall. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare yourself for impact, but you feel a tug around your waist instead. Opening your eyes, you see Luffy’s arm extended toward you, keeping you from colliding with the wood below. He grins as your gaze meets his from across the deck, his rubber arm retracting and pulling you with it, right into his chest.

“Careful, Y/N,” he teases, placing a light kiss on the tip of your nose before realizing that your hair and clothes underneath the coat were soaking wet. “What happened?” he inquires, his face dropping a bit as he looks over you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you hush him reassuringly, though he doesn’t stop looking you over for injury. “Zoro and Killer were sparring on the pier, and I tried to get out of their way and failed,” you admitted sheepishly, choosing to leave out that it had been Killer who knocked you into the water. You didn’t want to risk tarnishing the alliance that had been formed with your crews after defeating Big Mom and Kaido, plus it had been Killer who practically forced Kid to hand over his jacket so you didn’t freeze to death from the chill of the night air.

“Those two should know better,” he chastises, the humor in his voice peaking through as he looks you over one more time. Furrowing his brow, he shrugs off his jacket and pulls Kid’s from your shoulders, quickly replacing it with his.

“There,” he says satisfied, “At least you won’t trip and fall anymore,” he says, leaning in to kiss your chilled cheek. “Have Sanji make us some soup and wait in the kitchen for me,” he commands, winking at you before turning to head towards the pier, determined to remind his allies not to mess with his crew members (especially you).

🐯

You had almost walked through the entirety of the flower capital before you found the onigiri shop your captain had raved about upon your arrival to Wano, determined to surprise him with one of his favorite meals one more time before you set off to your next destination. When you did find it, you also found some of the Straw Hat Pirates huddled around the stand, seemingly looking for the same thing you were.

You wave warmly to Nami and Robin as you approach, and order your food quickly before chatting with the crew to pass the time. It takes a while for your order to be finished, and before long the Straw Hats are saying their goodbyes, Zoro tossing Luffy over his shoulder due to him eating himself into a coma. You chuckle to yourself as you wave goodbye to your friends, and before long your name is called and your food is placed on the counter. You walk to the other side of the stand to grab the two heaping bundles when you notice a black coat on the ground, instantly recognizing it as Luffy’s. Not wanting to make it harder to carry your food, you throw the jacket over your shoulders and grab the bundles of food before heading back in the direction of the Polar Tang. 

Once you arrive, Bepo and the rest of the crew shout in excitement when you enter the submarine with the bundles of food in your hands, the aroma quickly filling the room with its delightful scent. You scan the room as the crew starts to dig in, curious as to what room your captain is off brooding in. 

Law walks into the room just as you turn to begin looking for him, his eyes falling over you briefly before lasering over to the food on the table. You can tell he’s holding back a smile as he steps closet you, eyes fixated on your shoulders, “Thank you for the food, Y/N-ya,” he says gruffly, dropping his chin down to bring his face closer to yours, “But, care to explain why you’re wearing that?”

You furrow your brow as you look down at your outfit, completely forgetting you had grabbed Luffy’s coat to return it to him. You explain what happened in town to Law and he drops his face in his hand, rubbing at his temples before raising his other tattooed hand into the air.

“Room,” his voice echoes through the ship and you flinch slightly, unsure of the reason for him activating his powers.

"Shambles-"

When you open your eyes Law has swapped Luffy’s coat for his own, the furry blue jacket smelling distinctly of him as you nestle yourself into it with a smirk on your face.

“Jealous, are we?” You tease, your grin growing wider as Law steps closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Territorial,” he growls in your ear, his scowl slowly shifting to match your smirk.

“Close enough.”

With another flick of his wrist, he whisks you away, needing to show you how just how territorial he can be.

🌷

You’re walking back to your ship after meeting with Robin and Law to discuss the Road Poneglyph they had found on Onigashima, nestling into the coat Law had kindly lent you due to the storm breaking out just before you left his ship. It was already late, and you walked up the gangplank and found a seemingly empty deck, signaling everyone had already retired for the evening. You head below deck and towards the ladies' quarters, your own exhaustion taking over as you collapse into your cot, still fully clothed as you nuzzle into the mattress and quickly drift off to sleep.

You wake the next morning fairly early, a few of the girls already up by the time you swing your legs over the side of your bed and stretch your body.

“Oooh, Y/N! Blue is so your color,” Quincy teases as she walks over to you, ruffling the coat that was still on your shoulders.  

“Shush,” you chastise her, giggling along with Hip and Hop as the rest of the ladies start shuffling from their beds. You stand and remove the jacket, feeling Quincy still eyeing you as you grab your things to head towards the shower. You bathe quickly and once you are out of the shower you head up onto the deck and into the kitchen for breakfast. 

Once inside you find Killer, Heat, and Kidd huddled over the kitchen table and shoveling food into their mouths. You greet them gently, which Heat and Killer return with a smile, but Kidd lets out a grunt before continuing to eat, his eyes not even looking in your direction. You shake it off since you’re used to your captain’s usual morning grumpiness, but when the attitude evolves into glares from across the deck and him going out of his way to avoid you, you start to get a little curious. 

“What’s your problem?” you finally ask him late into the afternoon, when you’re finally able to catch him alone in the cockpit.

He looks you up and down before scowling, turning his gaze to the maps on the table before he speaks, “Nothing is wrong with me,” he grumbles, to which you roll your eyes and walk to the other side of the table.

“You’re a bad liar, Kidd,” you probe, eyeing him intently until he meets your gaze, a hint of betrayal flashing on his face.

“I’m not a fan of my crew fraternizing with my enemies,” he glares, his amber eyes darkening as he looks at you.

You open your mouth to refute his accusation, but your words catch in your mouth as Kidd crashes his lips to you, his lips devouring yours as he grips your chin roughly. You are too flustered to respond as he pulls away from you slightly, his face still not even an inch away from yours.

“And I especially am not a fan of you in the color blue,” he growls, reconnecting your lips and biting down on your bottom lip harshly. When he pulls away again there is a deep blush on your cheeks, to which Kid smirks at proudly.

“See, Y/N, red looks so much better on you.”

i had to cut Kidd's off bc I could have kept writing for h o u r s. (just know he made you wear his coat around the ship for a MONTH after that :3) :3 lemme know what you think, and if you liked it, I would love it if you liked and reblogged to spread the love <3 ✨come say hai :3✨

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[gabessquishytum]

The current scuttlebutt around the neighborhood is that [Hot Dad] Hob Gadling has taken up with the babysitter! All the wine reading club moms are aghast.

At least that Endless boy isn't still a teenager, but he's got to be in (or just graduated from) college - so practically!! And sure Hob and his late wife were young parents, but still young Robin isn't even in middle school yet. And to see Hob cavorting with that young man (so frequently half dressed),,,,,so shocking!

Okay:

1. They're super hot together! All those jealous biddies;

2. Hob isn't that old and finding love again, after El, wasn't something that Hob ever really thought would happen;

3. Robin loves Dream! They get on like house fire;

4. The sex,,,,,the sex is FANTASTIC! Hob is getting his back blown out on the regular. It's like Dream was created in Hob's wildest fantasies and breathed in to Hob's life to give him nothing but the most superlative pleasure;

AND

5. Those busy bodies need to stay out of Hob's private affairs. Dream and Hob are in it for the long haul. Hob can't even imagine all the noise when he and Dream get married. 😝

WOOF yes. Fabulous.

Honestly, Dream is a little young, but he's not a baby. He's doing his masters degree! And Hob may be a fair bit older, but it doesn’t really show up in their relationship. Their goals are very much the same - academic work, caring for Robin, having raunchy sex. They have so much in common!

Dream is actually wonderfully good with Robin. He makes the best snacks for after school, he helps with homework, he goes with Robin and Hob to museums and parks and fun places. Honestly they're more like a family at this point, and Eleanor is still very much part of it. They visit her memorial, they talk about her all the time.

And back to that raunchy sex, well. If there's one wonderful thing about being a dilf, it's having wonderful dilf sex. Soft, silvery hair. Warm sun kissed skin, big dilf dick for Dream to bounce on, plump fluffy arse for Dream to fuck into. Dream literally couldn't want for more, and tumbling around in Hob’s bed is his idea of, well... a dream come true. They're so bloody happy.

And that's exactly why everyone hates seeing them together - what's worse than knowing that two super hot and super happy boys are right next door, fucking like bunnies?! And you can't join in!

[haveatthee83]

Under My Skin (Monkey D. Luffy/Reader) 6/7

Inspo: Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Word Count: ~6.0k

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, cursing, discussion of death and dead relatives, Cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, aftercare.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The Straw-Hats were following the log you had found closely, running into little hints of Roger around every corner. You and Luffy were together, everyone knew it, you didn’t hide it, and you were happy…however, one night you were in the women’s quarters with Robin and Nami and Usopp, having a little ‘girl’s night’. Usopp counts, partially because he has such good gossip all the time, true gossip mind you and partially because he had started this little tradition with Nami before any other girls joined the crew.

You four sat on the fluffy rug, one of your records playing softly in the background. You all had different face masks on and were munching on some snacks you and Sanji had made for the night. You were playing a game of Never Have I Ever, taking sips out of your drink if you had done ‘it’.

“Never have I ever…” Usopp thought carefully, “dyed my hair.” He said with a shrug. “Lame.” Nami droned, taking a sip.

 You and Robin thought about it, Robin deciding that she hadn’t and you tentatively taking a drink. “My brother put blue hair dye in my shampoo and conditioner one time.” You explained to soft laughter.

“Okay, my turn,” Nami said, sitting up straighter, “Never have I ever…hmm…Oh!” she snapped with a mischievous grin, “Never have I ever slept with someone on this ship.” She said victoriously. You all looked around at each other and Robin rolled her eyes and drank. Nami said your name confused, “Luffy’s on the ship, ding dong.” She teased.

You shrugged and shook your head, “I haven’t.” you said simply.

The girlies around you all looked at you in various states of confusion, Usopp choking a bit on the popcorn he had been munching on.

“Really?” Nami asked in disbelief, “But you two are like-like all over each other all the time.” She stammered. ‘Luffy kinda made it seem like they hadn’t but I thought it was just him being…him.’

You and Luffy were no strangers to PDA, far from it. That man always needs a piece of his body in contact with you. If you two were in the same room, he would be holding your hand, sitting you in his lap, hugging you from behind, kissing your cheek when he passed you by. He couldn’t have cared less if anyone had a problem with it either, often ignoring jeers and scolding from the crew, waving off their teasing and just continuing. It wasn’t ever inappropriate by any means, all innocent touches and simple affection, it was however…constant. You had no problem with this, loving that you get to touch him and see him as much as you wanted.

“We just haven’t.” you said, reaching for a few pretzels, “He hasn’t expressed any want to yet, and I’m not gonna make him do anything that’ll make him uncomfortable. It’s not like he’s dated a bunch of girls before or anything, you know?” you continued, munching on a few of the pretzels you grabbed, “I wanna let him pick the pace of things, and I’ll follow his lead.” You explained with a smile.

Usopp and Nami shared a look before frowning, remembering a conversation the two had had with their captain, earlier that day.

“I have a question.” Luffy asked, approaching the table his navigator and sniper were talking and tinkering at. Nami and Usopp looked up from their respective work and nodded for him to go on, confused, “How do you like…” He hesitated, ears red, “know if someone wants to um…” he trailed off, clearing his throat.

“Spit it out.” Nami said, “We can’t answer if we don’t know what you’re asking.”

Luffy nodded before sitting at the table, picking up a stray bolt and fiddling with it as he spoke, “How do you know if someone wants to have sex with you.” He spat out, ignoring his burning hot cheeks.

Nami and Usopp sputtered and flailed like the ship had been hit by a cannonball. Luffy shrank into himself a bit, embarrassed, “Sorry, it’s stupid.” He muttered, getting up to leave.

“No! It’s okay!” Nami exclaimed, grabbing Luffy by his sleeve and dragging him back down into his seat, “You just took us by surprise!” she assured.

Usopp nodded, “You don’t really…talk about this stuff.” He shrugged, “Frankly, I kinda thought you didn’t think about, that.”

“I mean, you didn’t even blink when Boa Hancock was trying to marry you.” Nami chuckled.

“Well, I do.” Luffy huffed, “I just-I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t wanna mess stuff up, and she hasn’t i-initiated anything,” He explained. “Like what if she doesn’t want me…like that? Like I want her?”

Usopp and Nami shared a look, “Don’t worry about that.” Nami assured with a smile, “Trust me.”

Luffy gawked, “How do you know?”

The pair took some time walking Luffy through how to tell if you were attracted to him, giving example after example.

“I’m pretty sure he’d be down.” Usopp chittered, kicking his feet out and into Nami’s lap. “He might just be a little nervous.”

You shrugged, “Like I said, I’ll let him set the pace.” You said with a resolute nod, “Besides, he might not even want to. Now,” you changed the subject, “Never have I ever…”

Later that night, Usopp had to go back to the men’s quarters after you all started to fall asleep. He crept into the room, navigating around the beds until he found where his captain was sleeping. Usopp quickly covered Luffy’s mouth and pinched his nose to wake him up. Luffy’s eyes shot open, and he smacked at Usopp’s hands.

“What the hell are you doing?” Luffy whispered.

Usopp glowered, “You have to make the first move.”

“What?”

“She’s waiting on you to make the first move, that’s why she hasn’t tried anything.” Usopp whispered, patting Luffy’s chest with a smile.

Luffy watched as Usopp slid into his own bed with a bewildered expression, ‘She’s waiting for me? Huh.’

A few days passed without any advancements, the two of you carrying on as normal, neither of you bringing up your conversations from your ‘girl’s night’.

You were sat on the lawn deck, as you two often were, Luffy leant up against one of the trees, you sat between his legs, wrapped up in his arms. You rested your head on Luffy’s shoulder, pointing out different constellations for him, “That one is supposed to be of the Sun God, Nika,” you whispered, tracing the shape for Luffy. “And that’s one of the giant birds that helped pull the islands out of the sea, and that one,” you said, “is the boar that dug out the canyon on my island.” You explained with a giggle.

Luffy hugged you close and set his chin in the crook of your neck, breathing in the fresh scent of your shampoo, “You’re so cool,” he muttered, laying a quick kiss onto your shoulder, making you laugh, “and pretty,” another kiss, “and nice,” another, “and you’re all mine.” He whispered, turning your face to where he could lock his lips with yours, sighing into the kiss.

“All yours,” you muttered against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip and running a hand up into his hair.

Luffy chuckled into the kiss and pinched your side, “No biting.” He laughed out.

“C’mon,” you muttered as you pulled back, “It’s not like you don’t bite me.” you teased, running your free hand over his arm that he had wrapped around your middle. “Why can’t I?”

“I think I like it too much, makes my head go all fuzzy,” Luffy admitted, squeezing you tighter.

You giggled, dragging one of his hands up to your face, playing with his fingers, “That’s not a bad thing to me.” You chirped, planting a kiss on his palm.

Luffy’s ears ran hot as he watched you, noting that from this angle, he could see right down your tank top, the very top of your bra peeking out, making him swallow dryly. ‘Would now be a good time?’

“C’mon, pretty girl,” Luffy muttered in your ear, the hand you weren’t holding sliding over your stomach, slipping under the hem of your shirt, running over the soft skin he found there, “don’t start things you don’t wanna finish.” He chuckled, laying a soft kiss on your shoulder, enjoying the heat that radiated off of your face.

You smiled shyly, grabbing both of Luffy’s hands in yours, threading your fingers together, “Who said I wouldn’t want to?” you whispered, squeezing his hands. Luffy grinned into your skin, “Completely unrelated,” you lilted sarcastically, “I’m kinda in the mood for a bath.” You finished with a cheeky smile.

“Boo.” Luffy whined, not picking up on your hint, “Do it later. I wanna keep cuddling with ya.” He said with a comical pout.

“Or” you started, craning your neck a bit to whisper in his ear, “You could join me.” You chimed, walking your fingers up one of his arms, “We could cuddle in there,” you suggested before mumbling, “and other things.”

Luffy grinned and laid a quick kiss to your neck, “Lead the way, pretty girl.”

You hurriedly rushed to your feet, grabbing your hat from the ground, and hoisted Luffy up. You led the way to the bathroom, hand in hand, giggles and pattering feet the only thing that could be heard in the quiet night, with stolen kisses and little touches the whole way.

When you reached the bathroom door, you scanned the area a bit before slipping into the room, quickly dragging Luffy into the bathing room, locking the door behind you. You dropped your hat on the ground and wrapped your arms back around Luffy’s neck, him holding you around the waist, your back pressed against the tiled wall.

“Mind helping me get ready for my bath?” you teased, kicking off your boots, “I think I need a bit of help.” You said with a laugh. Luffy snickered and shook his head, quickly pressing his lips to yours. His thumbs slipped under the hem of your tank top, stroking the skin there. He felt your tongue flick out, quickly running over his lips and he eagerly opened his mouth, happy that you advanced the kiss. You let out a low moan as his tongue ran across your own, making a flash of heat go through Luffy’s body.

You ran your hands down his neck and under his open red shirt, trying to usher it off his shoulder. Luffy took the hint, dragging it off of him, lips never leaving yours, dropping it onto the floor before immediately returning his hands to your hips, one of them shoving the fabric up. You pulled away briefly to draw the shirt off, placing pecks on his lips the whole time, never disconnected for long. Luffy let out a shaky breath at the sight of you, his fingers twitching, he wanted to do so many things all at once that he didn’t know where to start, he was frozen.

“Whatcha need, baby?” you whispered, holding his face, running your thumbs across his cheeks, “Wanna stop?”

Luffy shook his head vigorously, making you laugh, “I just don’t know what to do next.” He admitted, his face feeling hot under your palms.

You smiled softly, “Do you want to touch me? Or do you want me to touch you?” you asked, running your hands down his scarred chest.

His eyes practically devoured you, pupils blown wide, “Wanna touch you.” He whispered. You nodded and grabbed his wrists, placing his hands just under the cups of your bra, encouraging him to explore. “What do I do?” he breathed out; his shaky touch gentle against your skin.

“Feel around, see what you like,” you muttered, “You could take off my bra if you want, too.”

Luffy swallowed his nerves and started to run his hands over your stomach, making you hold back laughter around some ticklish spots. He took in every inch of you that he could, watching the way your skin moved around his grip and the way you shivered around certain spots. “So pretty.” He muttered, running his hands over the cups of your bra, accidentally stroking over your nipples, making you gasp a little. His eyes shot up to yours, looking for any sign that he’d done something wrong.

“Keep going,” you breathed out, “feels good.”

Luffy nodded, testing the feeling of your breasts in his hands, getting a feel for the pliability and weight. “How do I take this thing off?” he muttered, mostly to himself.

You smiled and turned around, pointing at the hooks in the middle of your back, also giving Luffy a nice view of your ass through your jean shorts. “You just gotta pull the hooks off the loops, like this,” you explained, showing him how. When it was disconnected, you held the cups to your chest and turned back around, your ass brushing against his crotch, making him let out a breathy moan. “Now, you just gotta take it off my arms,” you purred, “You wanna do it?”

With an eager nod, Luffy reached up and quickly guided the bra off your arms, his breath knocked out of him as he took in your bare torso. Without even thinking, he grabbed two handfuls of your boobs. You groaned and threaded your fingers in Luffy’s hair as he dove in to kiss and bite at the crook of your neck, “Wanna eat you up,” he teased, running his thumbs over your pebbling nipples, “So pretty.” He whispered, running his tongue over a bite that made you cry out. You moaned and squeezed your thighs together, trying to fight back some of the burning desire pooling there. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing his chin down, “Why’d you do that?”

Your face burned, but you explained, “You’re making me feel good,” you started, twirling one of his curls around your finger, “Making me want to have you touch me down there, but I want you to do what you want, and you look like you’re having fun up here.” Luffy flushed and pulled back in your arms, gaze flicking between your eyes and where your thighs still clenched together.

‘Worth a shot.’ He thought to himself before reaching down to cup your sex over your clothes, making you gasp out a moan at the feeling of your shorts’ seam against your clit, “Now what?” he asked through giggles at your embarrassed expression.

“God, you’re forward.” You whispered, reaching a hand down to guide his hand to your waistband, “It’s easier if you take these off first.” You huffed, helping him yank down your shorts and underwear in one fell swoop. The man in front of you took in your completely bare form with awe, running his hands along your bare hips and thighs, squeezing at the plush around there.

Luffy grabbed your jaw and all but smashed his lips to yours, meeting you with an open-mouthed kiss, moaning into your mouth. You kissed back with fervor, running your hands over his strong arms. Luffy tentatively reached a hand down, cupping you again, surprised to feel wetness down there, making your folds slippery, Luffy pulled back from the kiss and looked at the substance on his fingers, “What’s this?”

You covered your face with your hands, “That means I’m-I’m enjoying what you’re doing.” You explained simply, and you swear a few flames lit up off of your shoulders when you saw him nod before sticking his fingers into his mouth, “Luffy, oh my god.”

Luffy thought for a minute, bobbing his head side to side, “Not bad.” He said, diving his hand back in where he had it, feeling around, trying to familiarize himself with the unfamiliar territory, quirking a brow at a loud moan that came out of you when he ran his fingers along this little nub at the top. He ran a few experimental circles around it with his fingers, surprised to find you biting back moans and your knees shaking, your thighs clamping down around his fingers. “Is that good?” he asked, doing it again.

“Really good,” you moaned breathily, wrapping your arms back around his shoulders, laying kisses up and down Luffy’s neck, moaning and biting into his skin as he continued, definitely leaving a few hickies behind. “You can-can put your fingers in-inside.” You huffed out, trying not to whine. Luffy nodded with determination, sliding his fingers back a bit, finding your fluttering entrance, carefully sliding a finger inside, moaning at the warm, wet feeling. “This helps make it easier when you wanna fuck me,” you gasped out, reaching down to palm Luffy’s hard cock through his pants, drawing out a low moan from him. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, huffing as you gently squeezed. “You can put in another finger,” you groaned, stroking Luffy through his pants.

Luffy complied through the haze of pleasure, sliding his ring finger in alongside his middle, up to the knuckle. You sighed at the stretch, and you could both feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. “Move em, please.” You babbled. Luffy swallowed a lump in his throat and started stroking your walls, in and out, changing angles and speed as you started breathing harder and faster, unable to stop little whines and moans from slipping through your lips. You ran your hands all over his torso, at one point making him yelp as you gripped at his ass over his pants. “Sorry.” You huffed out a laugh, “You’ve got a nice ass though.” You muttered, running your lips over his collar bone.

“Thanks,” Luffy chuckled, reaching his free hand around and taking a handful of one of yours, “I like yours better.” He said with a smirk, relishing as you moaned into his clavicle at a change in pattern of his fingers inside you.

“Faster,” you gasped, “Just a little faster.” Luffy obliged and nudged your head with his, making you drag your head up so he could meet you with a sloppy kiss, his tongue tangled with yours. Soon after, your moans got a little louder and more frequent, your grip on his shoulders tightening, and your walls fluttering more around his fingers. All at once you whined loudly, pulling away from the kiss, your whole body twitched and your thighs clamped closed around his hand, and he watched as your eyes rolled back into your head, the whole spectacle making his poor cock absolutely ache.

“What was that?” Luffy asked eagerly, “I liked it.”

You huffed as you caught your breath, “That’s called an orgasm, Luffy.” You said with a bit of a laugh, “It feels really good.”

Luffy nodded, “That’s what that’s called then.” He muttered to himself. You knit your brows together in confusion, “I know some things. I mean, I am a pirate.” He teased with a grin and a quick thrust of his fingers back up into you, making you yelp with a moan.

“What else do you know?” you purred.

“I can show you.” Luffy muttered, backing away, guiding you to sit on the edge of the tub. When you were sat and comfortable, Luffy knelt in front of you, making your face run hot all over again. “I haven’t tried this, of course, but I’ve heard about it, so tell me what’s good and what’s not.” He spoke with caution, stroking your bare thighs as you spread them for him before he hooked one of your knees over his shoulder. He tentatively brought his face to your dripping cunt, his mouth watering as he mapped things out in his mind.

“You sure you wanna-?” you were cut off as Luffy dove in, licking a wide stripe up the length of your vulva, making you grip at his hair when he swirled his tongue around your clit, and he moaned at the taste.

‘I hope she likes this, cause this might be one of my new favorite things.’

You bit your lip and tugged gently at his hair, “Why are you so good at this stuff?” you whined, rolling your hips against his face. “I thought you said you hadn’t done any of this before?” you asked through breathy laughter.

Luffy pulled back just enough to talk, replacing his tongue with his free hand, “I haven’t.” he said, licking his glistening lips, “I’m just listening to you. I’m doing what makes you and me feel good.” he pecked at your thigh that he held before returning his tongue between your folds. You bit back a loud groan as he ventured his tongue inside you, licking at your sweet walls.

You sighed and scratched at his scalp, raking your nails through his curls. “Feels amazing,” you moaned softly, matching his tongue’s movements with your hips.

Luffy’s tongue reached deep into you, loving the feeling of you wrapped around the muscle. He wanted to make you orgasm again, and remembering how much you’d enjoyed it before, he reached his free hand up and drew tight circles around your clit with his thumb. You felt it creep up on you, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter in your stomach. As Luffy’s tongue reached a new spot inside you, it all immediately unraveled, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep down any loud sounds. Luffy reveled in the way your body shook, almost laughing as your thighs tried to clamp around his head. ‘New earmuffs.’ He thought cheekily. He didn’t stop though, trying to lick up every drop of your arousal, making you oversensitive, forcing you to pull him away from you by his hair.

He just looked up at you with mischievous eyes as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “Something wrong?” he teased.

You narrowed your eyes as you recovered from the onslaught, still holding his curls, “Sit down.” You said, “My turn.”

Luffy grinned up at you with wide eyes, “Can do!” he exclaimed, plopping onto his butt in front of you on the tiled floor.

You smiled and crawled up to him, giving him a slow kiss as you fiddled with his waistband. You had just reached your tongue out across his own when you slipped your hand into his pants, grabbing onto his shaft, smiling as he let out a low moan.

He quickly helped you drag his pants and underwear off, and you tossed them into a random corner of the room. When you were given complete access to his naked body you shivered with anticipation, pulling back from the kiss so you could take him all in. “You’re so pretty.” You whispered, eyes roving over his lithe body and tan skin.

Luffy’s nose scrunched, “Can you call guys pretty?” he chuckled. “I’ve never heard of guys being pretty.”

You smiled, “Sure you can, besides,” you lilted, shifting to take his hard shaft in your hand. “You really are so damned pretty.” You said, running kisses down his jaw and neck and dragging your hand up and down over him.

Luffy’s head dropped back, lolling to the side to give you more access to his pulse point. You took great pleasure in obliging his silent request, sucking a deep bruise into that spot. All the while, you jerked your hand over his shaft, swirling around the tip.

“Do you wanna cum like this?” you asked, “Or do you wanna-?”

“Lemme fuck you,” Luffy groaned, making you flush red hot, “D’you want me to fuck you?” he asked, reaching to drag your hips up closer to his.

You nodded, straddling his hips more securely, “Want you any way you’ll have me.” You moaned into his ear before kneeling tall on your knees with his face right at your breasts. He kissed at your sternum as he stared up at your beautiful face.

“G’head.” He slurred, biting at the underside of one of your boobs. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded and took a deep breath before lining him up, noticing how he tensed as the tip of his cock ran against your wet slit. You both moaned as you sank down onto him, the stretch and full feeling making you flutter and clench around him. You both took a moment, Luffy grabbing wildly at your body, overwhelmed by the tight heat and the waves of pleasure washing over him, “F-fuck,” he shuttered out, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso, hiding his face in your neck, “Too fucking good.” He whined, arms tightening around you every time you unconsciously tensed around him.

You huffed and set your hands on his shoulders, “Want me to move?” you asked, swallowing down your pleasured cries, trying to remain as lucid as you could so you could help Luffy through this brand-new experience.

“Try it,” he grunted.

You dragged yourself upwards before sliding back down, drawing out deep moans from both of you. “That okay?” you asked breathily. Luffy couldn’t find his words, so he just nodded, grabbing your hips to help guide you up and down.

You rolled your hips against his, pressing an open-mouth kiss to his bruised and flushed lips, your tongue flicking out to find his. His breath went ragged as your walls almost seemed to suck him in, his fingers digging into the dough of your hips, his own hips trying to match your pace, subconsciously thrusting up to meet your pelvis with his own.

Luffy started babbling into your mouth, drunk on the feeling of you all around him, and he found himself wanting to be entirely engulfed by you, all his thoughts centered around you and getting all that much closer to you. “So good, baby.” You moaned, nipping at his bottom lip, “So good for me.” You said, lowering him down by his shoulders so he was lying flat on the floor, your hands finding leverage atop his hips.

Luffy practically chanted your name as you bounced on top of him, entranced by the way your boobs followed your movements. He reached down, determined to make you feel as good as he did and started tight circles on your clit, drawing more entrancing sounds from your throat. You both felt so good, and without even knowing it, you both synced in thought.

‘You were fucking made for me.’

“Gonna cum,” you mumbled, keeping pace as best you could.

“Me too, keep-keep going.” He whined; the coil wrung tight for both of you.

The two of you relished in the feeling, the sounds of your moans and the slapping of skin on skin echoing around the room. You leaned down, kissing Luffy with fervor, the action sending just enough waves of hot pleasure through you both to knock you over the edge. You both moaned into the kiss, Luffy writhing under you at the intense feeling, and you felt the sheer euphoria of making him feel good, whining at the feeling of him filling you up. You rolled your hips against his, helping him ride out his orgasm, peppering kisses all across his face.

Luffy hissed, “Too much.” He said, trying to hold your hips still after a minute. You froze for him, unable to stop your fluttering core’s aftershocks. “Ah.” Luffy groaned, grip tightening.

“Want me off?” you asked gently, laying on top of him, enjoying how much of your body was pressed against his, head on his chest.

“No,” he muttered, “I like being inside you.”

You smirked, purposefully clenching your core muscles, making him gasp, “I like you inside me,” you teased, pressing your lips against his chest where your head was.

Luffy glowered down at you, “Don’t be mean.”

“I just let you cum inside me and you’re calling me mean?” you chided, running a hand along his chest. You swiped your fingers across his nipple, smiling as he flinched back at the feeling.

“I wasn’t supposed to do that, was I?” he asked, smacking his forehead, “I fuckin forgot.” You laughed at his embarrassment, “I’m so sorry, baby.” Luffy muttered, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“All is forgiven if you help me bathe.” You said, sitting up, “Water can really fuck with me with my Devil Fruit.” You said, both of you whining and hissing as you slid yourself off of his softened shaft. You stood up and held out a hand to Luffy, trying to usher him to his feet, but he wasn’t looking at your hand.

The pirate captain’s eyes locked on the spot between your thighs, watching closely as both of your cum leaked out of your abused hole. He was entranced, his cock twitching between his legs, he didn’t know how to process the sight, the physical proof of what you two had just done sending waves of heat over him, the feeling only amplifying as he took in your kiss bitten lips and the forming hickeys on your neck and shoulder. He had to actively cover his crotch in embarrassment as he felt it hop back up to life. “Shit, sorry.”

You just laughed, helping him to his feet, “It’s alright, pretty boy,” you muttered, reaching down to replace his hands with one of yours, “We can go again.”

Luffy’s eyes lit up, “Really?” you nodded and turned around, resting your elbows on the edge of the tub, arching your back so your ass was in the air, giving Luffy an even better view of your dripping hole. His face felt like it was on fire as he took in the lewd sight, but found himself stepping forward, taking handfuls of the globes of your ass, almost moaning as he saw how wet and ready you still were for him. “Perfect f’me.” He whispered, sliding his tip between your folds.

You moaned as he slid himself in place, sighing when he reached the hilt. “Go for it, Luffy.” You muttered, setting your feet, “Do whatcha want.”

Luffy moaned with you as he started a steady pattern, thrusting into you carefully. He was worried about whether you’d like it or not if he changed anything. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart.” You gasped, “I want you to feel good.” Luffy gulped but listened, speeding up the pace, thrusting harder and harder, practically drooling as he watched where you two met, entranced by how well you took him in.

The two of you moaned rhythmically, hips meeting at a steady pace, “Fuck, baby.” Luffy groaned, bending down to lay a few kisses against your spine, “Feels so good.” Your knees shook a bit as you were hit by the new angle, and you cried out when the blunt tip of his cock brushed that delicious spot inside you.

“Just like that,” you gasped, back arching even further as your body was completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Luffy scraped his teeth against your back before licking over the spot, placing sloppy kisses along the area.

“I-I’m gonna-!” Luffy was cut off as you clenched tightly around him, holding him in a vice grip as you both came, and he found himself holding you tight against him. “Fuck.” He whined, “I fucking did it again.”

You barked out a laugh as he pulled out of you, smiling back at him and turning on the hot water in the tub. You straightened up as the water flowed, “It’ll be alright,” you assured him, bringing him into a brief kiss, “Now help me clean up.”

Luffy gulped down his nerves and stepped into the tub with you, lowering down into the water, sitting next to you. You actively deflated in the water, leaning on his shoulder with a tired whine, “I hate how water makes me feel.”

Luffy nodded, fatigue seeping into his muscles as the water rose around them. “I bet it really sucks for you. I’m sorry,” he muttered, planting a kiss to your hair. You hummed and lazily wrapped your arms around him, trying to let yourself relax. “I gotcha.” He said, grabbing a rag and pouring some body soap onto it.

You sighed in pleasure as Luffy ran the rag across your skin, smiling as he scrubbed so carefully around your hickies and more sensitive areas, and he smiled back as you laid kisses on any piece of him that went past your face. Luffy gulped as he reached below the water, holding your leg up out of it so he could wash them one at a time. Luffy really liked your legs, like a lot. Without realizing or meaning to, he spent way too long just scrubbing tentatively at your calves and thighs, only noticing how much time had passed when he heard you giggling. “Sorry!” he exclaimed, quickly moving on, trying to usher you into his arms, sitting you between his legs.

“It’s fine,” You laughed, “I think it’s cute.” You said, leaning your head back for him as he grabbed a cup from the edge of the tub. “You’re just such a sweetheart and I love that.” You muttered as he ran water through your hair, his face beet red as he started scrubbing a thick lather of your floral shampoo into your hair.

“Not my fault you’re so hot.” Luffy mumbled, raising the cup back up to start rinsing the soap from your scalp, “It’s distracting.”

You scoffed, “Says you.” You teased, reaching a hand back behind you to bring his head forward so you could press soft kisses to his jaw, “You’re the hot one between us.”

Luffy frowned and pinched your side, making you jump. “Let me tell you how great you are.” He groaned, resuming his rinsing of your hair, “You gotta learn how to take a compliment, you do this all the time.” He said pointedly, kissing just below your ear before he grabbed your conditioner, running it through your ends. You flushed and stammered, “You always say nice things about me, but you never just let me say nice things about you. You always try and deny it or turn it around.” Luffy grabbed the cup again, running the water over the slick, soapy hair.

“You’re great,” he started, placing a kiss on your shoulders with every new thing he said, “you’re an amazing cook, you’re nice, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, you make me feel all fuzzy and nice when you’re around me, I love your smile,” he went on, naming every little thing he liked about you between kisses up and down your neck and shoulder, and with every word you felt your adoration for him and your embarrassment at the situation grow. “You’re perfect for me.” He said with finality.

You turned around in his arms and held his smiling face in your hands, “You’re too good for me.” You said, your heart swelling.

Luffy shook his head and pinched your side again, “No such thing.” He mumbled as you leaned in to kiss him, ‘I love you so damned much.’ He thought.

You sucked in a sharp breath, pulling away, “You love me?” you asked with wide eyes.

Luffy’s face lit up red, and he felt his mouth go dry, “Yeah,” he admitted quietly, “I-I do.”

You beamed, kissing him deeply, “I love you too.” You said, seemingly out of breath all of a sudden. Luffy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and wrapped you tightly in his arms, just sitting there in the warm water, just holding you.

“By the way,” he asked, snickering, “Was it River that was the oldest?” he asked, laughing out loud when you smacked his chest.

“Robin,” Zoro barked, barging into the women’s quarters in the middle of the night.

“What do you want?” Nami whined, slapping her pillow on top of her head.

“Robin, get Franky on that fucking room.” He snapped with a notably horrified look in his eyes. “Now!” Zoro practically begged.

Robin sat up in her bed, laughing at his desperate tone, “Girl’s night worked!” she cheered, making Nami groan and Zoro glower.

“Can’t even take a fuckin piss in peace.”

[sunshinesteviee]

Hi Emma!!! I saw you’ll be celebrating Valentine’s Day with a sleepover and I think it’s so cute! If you don’t mind I want to send a 🌹for a fluffy blurb with Steve🥺 with this prompt from list 3 “jumping into your lover’s arms” maybe one of them has been away for a little bit and when they return is ready to catch you when you jump into his arms and kiss him silly 😭💕 I hope you have a wonderful week and a wonderful Valentine’s Day! 💖

- underoossss

thanks so much, angel!! all the same to you <3

-

It’d been a week and a half since you’d seen Steve. Eleven days. The longest you’d ever gone without seeing him. And you’d been going crazy without him. Not to say you hadn’t talked to him — you’d called him nearly every day you’d been gone — but you missed him and his hugs. You were finally heading home, though, and Steve was picking you up at the airport. 

Steve had been fairing about the same as you. He’d been missing you like crazy, and Robin was going crazy hearing about it. Anxious for your arrival, Steve had shown up at the airport nearly an hour early, pacing back and forth with flowers in hand. He was getting weird looks, but couldn’t find it in himself to care.

When he knew your flight had landed, he headed towards the baggage claim and found a spot right in front. One hand on his hip, his shoe tapped against the tile floor repeatedly, bouquet of flowers clutched tightly in his grasp as he scanned the incoming crowd impatiently. There were so many things from the past week that he wanted to tell you — one call a day hadn’t been cutting it — but most of all, he wanted to hug you close and never let go. Finally, he spotted you near the back of the group of people and shouted your name, lifting his hand above his head to catch your attention. 

Your head whipped in the direction his voice had come from, eyes lighting up as you spotted him. He had the biggest smile you’d ever seen tugging at his lips, and your heart skipped a beat knowing that it was all because of you. Grinning, you returned his wave and started pushing your way through the crowd of people in front of you. Everyone was moving much too slowly for your liking as you muttered apologies and wove through families and couples in your way. 

“Steve!” you shouted as you burst through the crowd to the other side, closing the short distance between the two of you with a few quick steps. You practically threw yourself at him, arms flying around his neck as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Oh my god, I missed you so much.”

He let out a huff of a laugh as you nearly knocked the wind out of him with how hard you’d launched yourself at him. Quick to recover, Steve’s arms circled your waist as he pulled you off of your toes enough to spin you around. His voice came out muffled in your hair when he finally replied, “Missed you, too, baby. So, so much.”

You squeaked in surprise as he lifted you off of your feet and clutched him even tighter as he spun you around until he set you back down, his hands settling on your hips gently. Letting out a huff, you moved your hands to cup Steve’s cheeks and looked at him seriously, “I’m never leaving you for that long ever again. Was going crazy without you.”

Steve laughed again but nodded seriously, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of your hip, “Me too, sweetheart. Robin was sick of hearing about how much I missed you, I think.”

Thumbs brushing up his cheeks and the bit of stubble that had grown there, you gently pulled Steve’s face closer to yours until your lips brushed against his. You could already feel the hint of a smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as you murmured, “I might die if you don’t kiss me right this second.” 

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” he murmured in reply, dipping down to close the space between the two of you in a sweet kiss that wasn’t nearly long enough for your liking. 

“One more,” you whispered as he tried to pull back, leaning up to kiss him again, “Never going that long without you again, baby.” 

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Masterlist

Logan Masterlist

Request are open! 

Series: 

The babysitting hellfire club 

Chapter 1: confusion 

Chapter 2: the snickerdoodles

Chapter 3: how did this happen?

Brutal Betrayal 

Part One

Part Two

Messy Break up (Eddie Munson) 

Part One (angst)

Part Two  (angst)

Part Three (fluff)

Stranger things 

Snow ball fight (fluff) 

Kids super powers would be... (fluff)

Teens super powers would be.. (fluff)

Eddie Munson 

Matching tats with wayne 

Nail tech gf

He defends his love 

Bad hair????

Checking in on you

Dad!Eddie 

How Eddie got his last name

Eddie and your hair

I’m just Ken (Halloween themed)

Why Eddie hates his dad (very angst no fluff or happy ending)

Husband Eddie 

Eddie is a cat dad 

Totally don’t imagine this 

Blurb- Eddie gets cheated on (angst) 

“I love you. every single thing about you”  

“Your hands are warm” 

Blurb- what killed Eddie the most (angst)

Eddie with his raccoon babies 

Super high Eddie asking questions 

Eddie talks to your baby bump 

Picnic date 

You worry Wayne and Eddie (fluff)

Flowers for comfort (fluff slight talk of exam stress)

I just need you (fluff--> talks about mental health) 

You have a surgery (fluff)

Spider (super short) (blurb, fluff)

Eddie has PTSD (angst ends with fluff)

Saves you from bullies (Short) (fluff)

Birthday love  (fluff)

Prom (a bit angsty, fluffy)

Insecure reader  (Angst, Fluff)

Wayne to the rescue  (Talks about mental health, fluff) 

First Smut I wrote  (Smut 18+) 

The Munson Wedding  (fluff)

My safe space is you (Fluff)

Cheerleaders can be mean (slight angst, fluff)

New year, New couple (fluff)

Blizzard  (fluff)

Gossip (fluff)

Eddie does your nails  (fluff) 

Get some rest (reader is sick. fluff)  

Thrifting with Eddie  (fluff)

Get wasted on me (smutty)

Body positivity  (fluff)

10 things I hate about you (fluff)

Keeping warm (fluff)

Scary cat (fluff)

Scary cat part two  (fluff)

New friendships (fluff)

Jason’s revenge (angst) 

Damn cat (fluff)

Bad day (angsty fluff)

Supporting my girl (fluff)

Part one of Idiots in love (fluffy)

Idiots in love (Part two) (fluff)

Wayne and Eddie helping you (part one) (mental health talk, slight angst)

Wayne and Eddie helping you (Part two) ( mostly fluff, mental health talk) 

Plus size reader (first thing I ever wrote!) (fluff)  

Wayne and Eddie (from prompt list!) (slight angst, fluff))

Coffee shop au (fluff)

Hallway run-in (fluff) 

Small thought of the day (Bat!Eddie)

Gamer GF

Rude girlfriend 

Steve Harrington

You were a bet (redemption) 

You were a bet. (angst) 

A look into Steve’s wedding 

From prompt list– I’m going to make you remember who I am—Who I am to you (angst with fluff and smut)

Vacation time  (Fluff) 

Unrequited love?  (angst with fluff)

The Harrington Wedding  (fluff)

Reader has anxiety  (mental health talk, fluff) 

Friends to lovers??? (part one)  (fluff? maybe angst?)

Friends to lovers confirmed! (part two) (fluff)

Anxiety is lying to you (mental health talk, angst with fluff)

Miscarriage  (angst) 

We got each other  ( angst, fluff)

Hard core but make it soft (fluff)

Birthday girl (Smut with Mommy kink)

Billy Hargrove 

Flowers for stressed reader (fluff)

Helping with Panic attack (fluff with mental health talk)

Bikini (fluff)

Eating out (smut)

Getting married to him (fluff)

Robin Buckley  

Just friends? (fluff)

All three boys 

As pet parents (fluff)

Helping you through your panic attacks  (mental health, fluff)

Them as dads  (fluff)

Helping reader who bites their nails  (fluff)

You’re the big spoon (angst with fluff)

Black Friday shopping  (fluff)

Baby fever (just Steve and Eddie) (fluff)

Valentines day (fluff. slight smut mentioned) 

Their kinks  (smut)

In a band (fluff)

Date night with them (fluff)

Modern version of them (fluff)

Road trip (fluff)

Pet names they give you (fluff)

You get their initials' tattooed 

Them teaching you how to drive 

Bucky Barnes 

Bucky w/ a cat owner (fluff)

“Eat you’ll feel better” Prompt (fluff)

The to-do list  (fluff)

You’ve moved on (with Loki) (angsty) 

Stressful day  (fluffy)

Kiss the girl  (fluff) 

Take a day off

You pick your man 

Migraines 

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

character sheet

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Tagged by: @uppance ♡ Tagging: @weldlune @aquatic-hybrid @legendscried (your pick!) @bells-of-black-sunday (i know you have tarhos rot still) @thegoldentigress @songofsilentechoes @cwarscars @wolvensden

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME. Robin A. Baudelaire NICKNAME. The White Fox of Zaun, Birdie, Songbird (I was killed with this one) GENDER. Cisgender Male HEIGHT.  5' 7'' or 172cm AGE. approx. Physically 25, mentally 27 years. ZODIAC. Cancer. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  Common Ionian, English, Whatever they speak in Zaun/Piltover

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR. Short and fluffy, soft to the touch, and warm white in color with curls EYE COLOR. Olive Green with milky cataracts BODY TYPE. Lithe, slim waist and wider shoulders. VOICE. has an immensely disarming voice, words are honeyed and his tone is gentle, a lilty and almost melodic quality. a mildly low tenor DOMINANT HAND. ambidextrous. POSTURE. straight with a hand usually resting on his satchel or fiddling with herbs SCARS. Permanent eye bruising, 3 stab wounds in his ribs, one in his back, a cut lip, a thick white scar around his neck that he covers with his collar. TATTOOS. none. BIRTHMARKS. none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Wide, unblinking eyes, agape mouth, sparkling earring, and large hat. Wintry hair with a beauty mark on his right cheek.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH. Zaun: Entresol Level HOMETOWN. Zaun: Entresol Level SIBLINGS. Wren and Linnet Baudelaire PARENTS. Bran and Palila Baudelaire

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION. doctor in Sett's pit, wandering healer, was a hermit- CURRENT RESIDENCE. Ionia, Piltover in some verses CLOSE FRIENDS. @aquatic-hybrid @songofsilentechoes @agonizedembrace @windchaser (in modern) RELATIONSHIP STATUS. 3 ships in different verses, none of them are very good people but-- Canonically, single. FINANCIAL STATUS. MORE POOR THAN DIRT. (at least until Sett hires him, then he's comfortable) DRIVER’S LICENSE. He can ride a horse if that counts. CRIMINAL RECORD. And many more... VICES. Covetousness, he has a temper in regards to his work

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Demiromantic, Demisexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. Non-existent when he isn't with someone, moderate-high when he's with someone TURN ON’S. kissing/whispering in his ears, general dirty talk if its done in a sweet tone, UP CLOSE EYE CONTACT, compliments & petnames, teasing questions meant to embarrass, pulling gloves taut, pulling up a shirt to wipe sweat, playful humiliation TURN OFF’S. Poor Communication, anything involving bodily secretions that isn't the..usual fluid, being too rough and too serious, over-dominance, blatant humiliation LOVE LANGUAGE. Giving: acts of service, quality time. Receiving: physical touch, quality time. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. An extremely loyal lover, he only gets with people he thinks he will seriously have a chance at marrying and spending his life with. A bit romantically possessive, but extremely far from abusive. He loves providing and is very outwardly romantic, will cook and bring his lover lunch while they're at work if he has off. Makes it apparent to support and compliment his lover often, and keep up with their hobbies/work--he loves what makes them happy.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. currently: Chasing it Down--Mother Mother HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. sewing, writing/documenting flora in his location, gardening if he's stagnant, he's not done necromancy in a long time...not since he brought a fawn into the world. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. left. PHOBIAS. dying (again), that black hellish plane where he went when he first passed, very tall/burly/domineering men SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. A little below average, high when it comes to his work VULNERABILITIES. Too many to list, any mention of what happened to him and his failures in life, what he's become. What he loves is what can get to him.

[mamma-marimo]

Masterlist of Fics

Welcome! Welcome! These are just an archive of pieces I find on Tumblr that I adore! This is mainly a One Piece List that has maybe a few Bleach ones sprinkled in. Hope you enjoy and please, feel free to read more from the amazing authors that write these pieces and show your support for their work!

This one is the Safe for Work List

The link to the NSFW is here

Anything newly added will be marked as so and a post will be made to announce any updates!

One Piece:

Charlotte Katakuri:

Domestic, established relationship. Katakuri has a lot on his mind after the destruction caused to the island (fic)

Calling him baby girl 

Donquixote Doflamingo: 

S/O calls refers to him as husband without meaning to

Dracule Mihawk:

S/O calls refers to him as husband without meaning to

Having an endearing S/O

You were only to stay until the storm had passed but now, how could you ever think of leaving (F!reader)

First time dancing together (gn!reader)

Eustass Kid:

Painting your nails

You and Kid exchange letters while he's out at war (Film Noir AU, F!reader, it does get😈 at the end but there's a lot of build up) 

Kid patches your clumsy drunk self up

The tension is there while you patch up Kid (suggestive)

You'll always worry about Kid (F!reader)

Sharing a bath after Wano (gn!reader) 

Date Night (gn!reader) 

Beach hc’s featuring Killer 

With a sweet but feral s/o (gn!reader) 

Acts of service (gn!reader) 

Happiest Birthday (gn!reader) 

Flower Crown (Gn!reader)

A Sandwich, Toasted (gn!reader) (ft. Kid and Killer poly)

S/O Dying in His arms (gn!reader) (ANGST) 

Izo:

Crush hcs (gn!reader)

Kaido:

Calling him baby girl 

Killer:

Fluff with plenty of kisses (gn!reader) 

Beach hc’s featuring Kid 

Drunk Killer Ending up in his Crush's room (GN!)

A Sandwich, Toasted (gn!reader) (ft. Kid and Killer poly)

Baking Together(gn!reader)

Are you... braiding my hair? (gn!reader)

Nico Robin:

What makes me so special? (He/they pronouns) 

Midnight Comfort (gn!reader)

Portgas D. Ace: 

Jealous, Chpt 2, Chpt 3 (F!reader) 

No regrets (gn!reader)

Perona:

Painting your nails

Rayleigh:

Calling him baby girl 

Roronoa Zoro:

You’re all I need (she/her pronouns used) 

Drunk Zoro Ending up in his Crush's room (GN!)

Sabo:

Going to a cat cafe (gn!reader) 

Shanks:

Asking to marry you (Gn!reader) 

Sir Crocodile:

S/O calls refers to him as husband without meaning to

Smoker:

Having an endearing S/O

Trying to show affection (gn!reader) 

Stolen crumbs of kisses (gn!reader) 

Tafalgar Law:

Shachi stumbles across a surprise late at night

Coffee Shop AU; Law crushing on a barista

Having an endearing S/O

Tracing his tattoos

Socially awkward trafalgar goofs up with the cute barista (Modern AU) (F!reader) 

In sickness and in health (gn!reader) 

A love like this (fluffy non-romance. Just him cradling his infant in his arms) 

Confession (gn!reader) 

Fireside (gn!reader) 

Vinsmoke Sanji:

Sharing your first kiss with the cook

Painting your nails

Domestic things with you and Sanji in your 40's (F!reader)

Picnic in the woods (gn!reader) 

I Think You're in Love With Me (gn!reader) 

X-Drake:

He adores you... he really does but damnit he can't keep himself together around you (F!reader)

[thefreakymunson]

Hi love! Absolutely obsessed with you’re work<3 can you do one where somehow Eddie finds out that the reader has faked a few orgasims throughout their relationship and he’s hurt/insecure and worry’s on if he’s good enough but he’s not good at expressing his emotions so when he tries to make up for all the fakes orgasims he ends up going to rough from all the emotions going on in his head to where the reader has to use their safe word and that’s where Eddie breaks down…fluffy ending plz:)

Slight trigger warning: Rough penetrative sex

It had been a long day at work and Eddie just wanted to come in, see his girlfriend, eat dinner, and go to bed. But when he pulled into the driveway and saw Robin’s car out front, he knew he would be getting to do anything but that. He pulled his tired body out of the van with a soft groan and made his way up to the front door of the trailer you had shared, slipping in silently to try and get past the two of you without Robin noticing.

“...sometimes you just have to fake it, ya know?” He heard you saying from the living room.

“Do you fake it with Eddie?”

That certainly perked his ears up as he stood in the doorway still unnoticed, sliding his work boots off and placing them by the door.

“I have before.” He heard you say sheepishly. What the fuck were you two even talking about?

“I mean, I just don’t see the point in faking an orgasm if you’re the one who insinuates the sex.” Robin said, her voice increasing in pitch as she tried to get her point across.

“I guess it’s different with Eddie and me.” You said back, “He’s a hard worker...he gets his pent up aggression out, I get to know I made him feel good...it’s a nice back and forth in my opinion.”

“I don’t know,” Robin mumbled, “Just seems like an important part of sex to me.”

He tossed his keys into the bowl by the door and you jumped slightly, you and Robin sharing a quick glance before you got up from the couch and walked over to greet him.

“Hi baby,” you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly and kissed his lips.

His kiss was quick and chaste, much unlike his usual greetings. Usually his hands were all over you and he was mumbling about how much he missed you as he kissed you sweet. You told yourself he was just tired and hungry. He wasn’t in a good mood, that much was for sure.

“Gonna take a shower,” Eddie muttered, offering a small wave to Robin who peeked around the back of the arm chair.

When he got out, Robin was gone and you had reheated his plate of food and were popping the top off of a beer as he sat down at the bar. This was your favorite time of day, getting to reconnect with him after being apart for several hours. He was usually a chatty cathy, talking your ears off about everything but he was eerily silent tonight other than thanking you for making his plate. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and you hated it.

“Did something happen at work?” You asked, watching as he shoved a fork full of chicken in his mouth.

“Nothing unusual,” Eddie shrugged, “Shop’s increasing overtime for the holiday season coming up. Guess I’ll be working even longer days.”

“That sucks,” you pouted, “I miss you enough as it is already.”

When he said nothing to that, you knew something had happened. Eddie Munson gushed over you at any given time and yet tonight, he was stone cold and sullen. He was quiet. And you hated it.

You watched as a trail of water dripped from his still wet hair onto his chest, trailing down his shoulder and then dripped down onto his pants.

He ate half of his dinner before raking the rest into the trash and washing his plate in the sink. You sat in your chair, watching as he walked back around you, picked up the rest of his beer, and made his way into the living room.

“You’re not coming to bed?” You bit back the disappointment in your voice.

“In a bit,” he said, turning the television on as he sat down on the couch and sipped his beer.

“Okay,” you said, voice small and unsure.

As you laid in bed by yourself that night, you wondered exactly what the hell had happened or what could’ve happened. The way he looked so...defeated broke your heart. You hated when Eddie was sad. Eddie was usually this happy, eccentric guy who had a smile that would light up an entire room and tonight he just seemed...sad.

Nearly two hours had passed before you heard the door open and the light from the hallway shown in on the dark room as he stepped inside. You pretended to be asleep, not wanting to or feel the disconnection from him anymore. Hopefully everything would be resolved in the morning.

You felt the bed dip behind you as he crawled into bed and scooted up until he was flush against you, his hand sliding over your stomach under the covers. You felt his mouth on your bare shoulder, trailing kisses over the exposed skin as his hand slid under your tanktop.

“You awake?” He mumbled into your ear, hands sliding up to your chest.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, feeling yourself already reeling from his touch as you turned to lay on your back.

His squeezing hand cupped your chest, feeling you arch up against him as his mouth left scathing kisses over your neck. His touch soon turned rough, which wasn’t unusual for Eddie and you. You liked it rough and he dished out just the right amount.

His hand that was on your chest moved down to your crotch, sliding in the waist band of your shorts and sliding two fingers into you without any prep. You winced slightly at the intrusion as your legs opened a bit wider, letting his hand have full access. Eddie’s touch was usually more calculated in the beginning, more caring, knowing where to touch you to get you turned on.

His touch was starting to feel good as he thrust his fingers in and out, his palm creating a delicious friction on your clit as he practically made out with your neck. Your hand moved towards his crotch, groping his cloth covered cock as you palmed him through his boxers.

“On your knees,” he panted into your ear, leaning back so you could move freely.

He pulled your shorts down as you perched your ass high in the air, pulling your panties with them down to your knees. Even in the dark room, he knew what to touch and how to touch it. He freed his cock from the confine of his boxers and was pushing into you instantly. Thankfully his fingers had done the trick and you were actually wet now but the intensity of the situation made your stomach flop.

He held the back of your neck as he fucked you rough and hard, his hips snapping into yours so quickly that all you could do was grip the mattress and try your hardest to keep up. He groaned and looked down at the sight in front of him, your ass crashing back against him in with every thrust.

When he pressed your head down into the mattress and went even faster and harder, you felt yourself even start to become panicked and before you could stop yourself, you muttered the word:

“Red,” you pleaded, “Red – red – red.”

He sighed in frustration, letting go of you and sitting back on his knees as he watched you scramble up the bed and pull your shorts up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Eddie?” You frowned, turning the bed side table on, “What the fuck was that?”

“What the fuck is wrong with me, hm?” Eddie glared at you, shaking his head slightly as he pulled his boxers back up.

“What’s going on with you tonight?” You felt the tears starting to well up and you absolutely hated it. You didn’t understand what you done wrong or where all this aggression was coming from.

“I heard the two of you talking,” Eddie sighed, “You said I didn’t make you cum. So why are you even still with me, hm? You’re going around, gallivanting about our sex life not being fulfilling to you? What the fuck, Y/N?”

His words were icy and you knew he was mad. The way he glared at you, nostrils flared, arms crossed over his chest in defense. He moved to hang his legs over the foot of the bed, his back to you. You wanted so badly to reach over and run your fingers over the muscles to calm him down, maybe a nice massage would’ve helped ease him, but you could feel the invisible barrier between the two of you. He didn’t want you touching him.

“Eddie I never said it wasn’t fulfilling,” you defended yourself, “You didn’t hear the entire conversation.”

“Why don’t you tell me these things, Y/N? I can’t fucking fix it if I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. You can tell Robin, but apparently, talking to me about it is such a huge problem? And I’m the one that needs to be working on it?”

“You’re not doing anything wrong, Eds.” You frowned, reaching out to touch him but he jerked his shoulder away. “It’s just...it’s different for me, I guess. I don’t need to have an orgasm every single time we have sex. I get satisfied by just knowing I made you feel good for a bit. I only told Robin about it because her and Vickie are having problems too.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it,” he snorted, “What else have you lied to me about?”

You sighed and stood up, walking around the bed to sit directly in his lap, surprised that he let you even touch him but more than thankful to be close to him again. His hands rested on your hips as he laid his forehead against yours, “I’ve lied about absolutely nothing, Eddie. Why is this so important to you?”

“Because it is, Y/N. It is, okay?” He scoffed, “I – I don’t have much to offer you. We live in a shitty one bedroom trailer, I’m working my ass off to support us and I can’t even take the time off to take you out on a date, we have a shitty car – our life fucking sucks and I thought maybe sex was the thing I was good at enough to make you stay-”

“Eddie, stop.” You said, forcing him to look up at you, “I’m not going anywhere because I’ve faked maybe two orgasms in our entire relationship. I know it’s rough right now...but I love the life we’ve made for ourselves. I love our shitty trailer and our shitty van and amazing our sex life, Eddie, because I love you. I wouldn’t want this with just anyone.”

There was still a dejected look on his face as you let your hands fall to his shoulders. He was mad and he had a right to be but the walls were slowly breaking and he was calming down.

“I just -” he cursed himself under his breath as he looked over your shoulder, “I just want to be enough for you, Y/N...that’s all I want.”

“You are, though.” You said, staring down into his seemingly endless brown eyes, “You’re...everything, Eds...my everything. I promise you. No more faking, no more lying...”

Your thumbs soothed over the contours of his cheeks as his breathing slowed, the anger dissipating at the gentleness of your touch. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him. He was terrified that you were going to leave him at the drop of a hat and you didn’t know how to make him see that that wasn’t the case. You were in this for the long run.

He rested his head against your shoulder as he pulled you flush against him, suddenly feeling like such a complete jackass. He got too far into his own head again and hurt you this time. He knew better than to be that rough with you.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Eddie? He thought to himself as he pressed his face into your neck even further. Embarrassment set deep in his chest, feeling hot and heavy much like the anger he felt earlier did.

You reluctantly climbed off his lap and walked back over to your side of the bed, sitting on it as you looked over at him.

“Do you want to...continue?” You asked, your eyes flicking down to his boxers and then back up to his eyes as he settled back against the headboard.

“I didn’t kill the mood for you?” Eddie sighed, his hand trying to cover up the bulge as if it would give him some sort of decency after showing his ass like he just did.

“Eddie,” you sighed and scooted closer to him, “How many more ways am I going to have to say that I want you all the time, in every way possible, endlessly, until the end of time?”

He snorted and shook his head, “I honestly don’t see why, Y/N. I don’t.”

You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Because I love you.”

His hand slid up the side of your cheek and cradled the back of your head to his as he kissed you back, tongues meshing as you crawled closer to him. He hummed a content sigh against your lips when you laid down in front of him, pulling him against you.

“Not tonight,” Eddie mumbled, stopping your hand as you reached for his boxers and pulled it up against his chest, “Can I...just like...hold you?”

And you felt your heart lurch in your chest with happiness as you gave him a small smile and nodded slowly.

“I’d love that, too.” You nodded softly.

He held the blanket up as you got situated, your back to his chest as his entire body engulfed you and pulled you against him. His knees came up to the back of yours, arm wrapped securely just under your breast as he pulled you into him. His nose nuzzled into your hair, the scent of your shampoo his favorite thing.

“I’m sorry for faking,” you mumbled after a few moments, “But I don’t see it as I’m lying to you.”

“I don’t want you to ever have to fake anything,” his tired voice cracked with the weight of sleep, “If I’m not doing something right then baby, tell me. That way I’ll know.”

“Okay,” you said, “I promise.”

[musingginger]

I absolutely love your writing!!!! Especially for Eddie

I loved your most recent drunk Eddie one I was wondering if you could do one but this time it’s eddie that has to take care of his really drunk girlfriend but she’s really emotional and upset while she’s drunk this time and just super fluffy story

kickstart my heart // eddie munson

Synopsis – Reader gets to lit at a party at Steve’s from Robin’s doing (isn’t that always the case), and Eddie’ gets to take care of reader.

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x You

Warnings – protective Eddie, implied sick reader (but no actual getting sick, promise), angsty reader, some cursing, kissing, LOTS of fluff, sweet Eddie, nicknames, established relationship, cute ending.

Word Count – 2.3k

A/N- Bless Eddie’s heart. I loved this request, so I HAD to do it! Reminder that requests ARE OPEN! Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. Also, this is only edited by me, so apologies if there are typos. And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! Hope you enjoy! Thanks! <3

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“Eddie, you gotta come with me. It’s Y/N.”

Robin burst in through the garage door right as Eddie was lighting up a blunt for Steve, Garreth and Jeff. His eyes widened as he handed off the blunt to Steve as he sprinted up the short flight of stairs leading into Steve’s massive house. Fear pounding through his chest.

“Where is she?” Eddie asks, panting.

Robin leads him upstairs, noise from the party fades into the background as they make their way to a quiet wing of the house. Walking down a long hallway, only a light from a cracked door at the end of the corridor lighting their way.

“She’s in here.” Robin says, pushing open the door, revealing a moderately sized bathroom. As she flips on the overhead light, Eddie pokes his head in, seeing you laying on the bathroom floor, head resting on some towels. An empty glass cup sits next to you, sweat dripping down the sides of it making a pooled ring on the floor next to you.

Your eyes closed and your breathing heavy, letting out a loud groan when bright white light fills the room. You squirm against the terrycloth towels as Eddie gets down on the ground next to you. You squint at your boyfriend, one eye open. “Eds…”

“Hey there, dollface.” He says gently, brushing some damp strands of hair off your forehead. “Have too much fun?”

You crack a soft smile, eyes heavy with alcohol. “Yeah.” You squeeze your eyes shut again, breathing in deeply.

Eddie half turns around, facing Robin. “Rob, what the fuck happened to her?”

Robin looks down, sheepishly scratching the back of her head. “Shots.” Her voice crackles as she shrugs her shoulders.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie furrows his brow, rubbing the spot between his eyes, trying not to lose his shit on her. “It’s ok, I got this. You can go.” He waves her off.

“You sure? I can help-“

“It’s cool, I’ve got her. Really.” Robin nods at Eddie, before turning and walking back down the hallway and back to the party.

Eddie shakes his head before turning his attention back at you. Your curled up in a ball tighter than before. Eddie pries your hand out from under your chest, lacing his fingers in yours.

“Sweetheart, can you sit up for me?” He says gently, thumb stroking the topside of your hand. You moan softly at his request, shaking your head. “Please?” You tuck your chin down into the towels, desperately trying to escape the bright light.

“Too bright.” You whine softly. Eddie clamors over to the light switch, turning it back off. The warm yellow light from the mirror now cascading down onto the tiles, giving the room just enough illumination.

“Better, doll?” Eddie slowly moves towards you, putting your head on his lap. You nod, groaning when he moves you.

“I don’t feel good.” You lament.

“I know Angelface… I know…” Eddie says trying to soothe you. Hot tears prick your eyes, embarrassed by how drunk you got, that Eddie now has to take care of you and that you’re ‘that girl’ at one of Steve’s parties. You quietly start to cry into Eddie’s jeans, body shaking slightly.

“Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. Hey….” Eddie shushes pulling your body into his lap and your head onto his chest. “Whatcha cryin’ for, huh? You’re ok. You’re ok.” He presses his lips against the crown of your head, his back pressed against the sink cabinet. With the little space he has, he starts to rock you.

You sniffle, gripping his band tee, crumpling it in your hand, your forehead pressed into the crook of his neck. You inhale his distinct, intoxicating scent.

“I got too drunk.” You slur into Eddie’s ear.

“You definitely did, dollface. But it’s ok. We’re all cool.” Murmuring against your head, lips still pressed against your long hair. Even though you’re slurring your words, and to be honest, a mess, Eddie thought you were still the most perfect girl in the world. Resting his cheek on the top of your head, grounding you there with him.

Hiccups takes him out of the fluffy bubble that had been built around you two for a brief moment. Eddie rakes his fingers through your hair, pulling it back from your face and tucking it behind your ears.  He reaches beside him for the cup still on the floor. Reaching back, filling it up with cold water, he brings the cup to your lips.

You shake your head, worried that if you drink more water you’ll be sick. “Angel, you’ve gotta drink more water. Please? For me? Just one glass and then we can go home. I promise.”

You keep your eyes close as you pout your lips out, not wanting to cooperate. “Kiss first.”

Eddie smirks, happily obliging your request, giving you a chaste kiss. You try to slip him tongue, but he pulls back.

“Naughty girl.”

Your eyes flutter open as he chastises you. “Pot calling the kettle.” Head dips back into his neck, eyes closing again.

“No, no, no. Sweetheart, comeon. We had a deal.” He pushes your head upright with his shoulder, putting the cold cup of water to your lips. You take a few small sips, before pushing it away.

“Comeon, doll. Finish this and then we can go. Please. Comeon…” He coaxes the cup to your lips again, getting you to drink the rest of the water. You lick your lips slowly, pulling your lips through your teeth, letting out a deep breath.

“That’s my girl.” He places the cup on the sink rim, smiling down at you. Peppering the top of your head with tiny kisses as he slides your arm over his leather clad shoulder, hoisting you up onto your feet. Your hand grips his shirt tighter giving you a solid foundation to get your feet under you.

Eddie’s hand pats your ass affectionately as you two start to walk. The walk down the hall feels like it takes eons. Loud music starts to bump louder as you make your way down the stairs and towards the front door.

Steve stops you two on the way out, making sure with Eddie that you’re ok. You close your eyes intermittently, the music giving you a splitting headache. The conversation was only a minute or two, but it was too long in your book and your patience was wearing thin.

“Eds.” You fuss against his warm neck. Eddie pats your butt again and gives you a silent understanding kiss on the top of your head as he said your goodbyes for the two of you.

As the door opens, the cool night air hits you like a ton of bricks. The sudden change in temperature makes you stumble over the short step out of Steve’s. Eddie wabbles with the extra weight, but luckily saves the two of you from some bruises and scrapes by grabbing the side of the house.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath, readjusting you roughly. The swear word hit your heart with a deep pang, making your eyes water again. He leads you to his beat-up van, sliding you into the passenger seat.

The door slams closed next to you and Eddie makes his way over to the driver’s side. Hopping in, he closes his door forcefully, sliding the key into the ignition. A long arm is placed on the head rest of your seat, helping him back out of the driveway.

Putting the car in drive, he gives you a half smile before turning his attention on the road. The car was quiet other than the soft Dio cassette that was in the tape player. You lean your head on the cold window, looking out, lost in your thoughts. You couldn’t get Eddie swearing and how he slammed the door out of your head.

“Eddie...” You croak, voice breaking. “Are you mad at me?”

Eddie almost slammed on the breaks when you asked. He turns to you quickly, his face covered in shock and hurt. You were almost back to your house, but he pulls over anyways. He adjusts his body as to give you his undivided attention.

“No, sweetheart. Of course not. Why do you ask that?” He reaches his hand out gently putting it on your thigh. Brow furrowed created deep creases on his forehead.

You try to hold back your tears, but with all the extra alcohol in your body, they start to stream down your face.

“Well… when we were leaving Steve’s you cursed at me when I stumbled-”

“Angel, baby-”

“And then you slammed my door-”

“Oh sweetheart, I-”

You desperately try to get through the rest while blubbering. “And you haven’t even tried to touch me. You always have your hand on my thigh when you’re driving and you’re not even touching me-” Hard sobs wrack through your chest and you start to hiccup.

Eddie clamors over the center console, wrapping his arms around you. He knew you weren’t typically the emotional drunk, but tonight, there was a snowball effect. And he felt guilt ridden by contributing to it, even if he didn’t mean to.

“Angel, I’m so sorry I upset you. I swore when we stumbled because I was worried that you got hurt.” He mutters against the top of your ear, giving you petite kisses throughout the thought. “It honestly scared the shit out of me!” He chuckles softly.

“I didn’t mean to slam your door. As you like to say, I live my life fully committed.” That got you to chuckle slightly.

“And I didn’t put my hand on your leg, because I know you aren’t feeling good and I didn’t’ want to upset you.” He takes in a low breath. “But it seems that I did that anyway. I’m sorry, doll.” He laces his fingers in yours, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Eds.” You sniffle, rubbing your nose against the sleeve of your shirt. Eddie grabs the bandana out of his back pocket and cleans up your nose for you. Once your nose was dry, he couldn’t help but give you a kiss on the tip of your pretty pink button nose. You scrunch it up, giving him a slight smile.

“There’s my girl.” He caresses the apple of your cheek before placing a warm kiss on your lips. He can still taste the tequila that you took with Robin earlier. “You wanna lay your head on my lap for the rest of the drive home?”

You nod quickly, feeling yourself sobering up. Cheeks flushed red from embarrassment, but you know Eddie would never let you apologize for expressing your feelings. Especially when drunk. He was good about that.

He gently places your head on his lap, stroking your cheek for the rest of the drive. After five short minutes, he pulls into your driveway. Other than the front porchlight, the house was dark. Eddie takes the key out of the ignition swiftly.

He comes around to your side of the van, opening the door for you like always.

“M’lady.” He gestures, sweeping towards the door. Eddie offers the space under his arm, hooking his hand around your shoulder, keeping you from swaying too much. You brush away the last of the wetness from your earlier tears and get inside the house.

Eddie guides you to your shared bedroom, where he plops you down. “You stay right there, young lady.” He points at you, before pointing two fingers at his eyes and turning them towards you. “Got my eye on you.”

Rifling through the few drawers of your small bathroom, he desperately looks for something.

“Where in the fu-?” He murmurs to himself. You slowly get up and stand in the doorway.

“Whatcha looking for?” You slur.

“Makeup remover. You’ve got mascara all over your face sweetheart.” He cracks a lopsided smile before going to back looking through everything like a racoon in an open trash can.

Rubbing your head slightly, you point to the blue bottle on the counter. He notices your discomfort and grabs the bottle quickly along with a couple of cotton rounds. You take them out of his hand and quickly try to rub off the rest of the mascara, groaning softly.

Eddie pulls you into hug, wrapping his long arms around you. “Shhh shhh…” The sound of Eddie’s comforting and leather creaking fills the room. He kisses your forehead gently, scratching the back of your neck.

“Let’s get cha into bed, yeah?” Eddie murmurs. You nod into his touch, letting him guide you to the bed. He kisses your cheek, throwing open the comforter, laying you down on the cold sheets, still fully clothed. Normally you’d insist of getting into pj’s or at least out of your outside clothes, but you make a mental note to talk to him about it in the morning.

After quickly sliding your shoes off, he throws off his outer layers on the floor, leaving them crumpled on the ground and hops in next to you. Immediately, you snuggle against him, wrapping your arms around his boyish frame.

“’m sorry about earlier, Eds. I just-”

He cuts you off. “Shhh it’s ok.” Tiny kisses pepper your temple. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about any of that. Let’s just make sure we drink more water next time, yeah?” He bops your nose playfully.

You scrunch up your nose and nod, agreeing with him. Your eyes start to flutter shut, as you let out a big yawn, burying your face into his shirt. The smell of amber, cigarettes and weed fill your nose, soothing you, helping you fall into a dreamless sleep.

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A/N: I felt inspired after finishing the series this morning, so I bring you… whatever this is? I definitely wanna write a secondary part to it, but here’s a shorter drabble for now, which includes character dialogue that I’m nervous about. Hopefully it’s okay? There’s some language and fluffy content, but nothing that’s really too NSFW right at the moment. However, it is based off the handcuffs on Eddie’s wall, soooooo.

Have a good night/day! - Kristen <3

~*~

A crackling charge across your spine, pulled back into your world, Eddie’s stained sheets below your back, a wet tongue slicks around one parched mouth. He offers a calloused set of digits, ring pressing into your thumb-pad—the barest brush. He isn’t prepared for gravity, and neither are you, uncoordinated feet colliding, your sternum smashing into his ribcage. Is Eddie Munson really that much taller than you? You spare one last glance at your comrades behind you, that disgusting squelch coming from the gaping plaster above.

A delicious warmth is still keeping you flush to them, a devilish creature embroidered above, the letters Hellfire Club surrounding it in your eye-line.

Oh. Eddie.

Your cowardice dissipates, your gaze mustering a look-up, met with his chocolate brown irises. He’s watching you as if he’s been caught with both hands in the cookie jar. But there’s something—a certainty—that you’ve learned about Eddie Munson in all your observant years, it is that he’s rebellious. If he’s staring at you, it might not be so subtle. But then again, you’ve just fell back into his home from another dimension, covered in dirt and bat guts, trembling from exertion and nerves.

And a whole hell of a lot more, if I’m being honest here…

Something inside you shifts, your hands gripping Eddie’s leather jacket sleeves, the noise an echoing bunch. His brow crinkles, a sweat bead matting a strand of his shaggy hair to his forehead. The urge you fight to remove that is a colossal victory. Your throat is dry, speech lurking beneath the surface of your lungs, but unable to come to fruition. Dustin, Max, Lucas, Erica & Robin, they’re all standing in a circle, expectantly awaiting Steve and Nancy to follow you and Eddie.

He steers you to the side, not releasing his hold.

Eddie’s tone is raspy, question so fucking soft, like a damned honey butter coating his entire voice. “You okay?”

You are zeroed in on his plump lips, his earth smeared jugular, trying to remember that you’re in a life or death ordeal, people are tilting towards violent endings, two of your bestfriends are still in the Upside Down, but you are aching to kiss Eddie Munson. Whatever this is, shockingly, he is catching your wave and riding in on familiarity. A shared grin that breaks his mouth. You nod your answer, brows pinched together, head tilting. “Yeah, you?”

“Oh, you know, Y/N. Wanted man, hottest thing in Hawkins to hunt in over a decade, just came from another dimension that is apparently redecorating my ceiling right now,” He pauses, a cute little crinkling of his nose. “Could also use a beer… or six. But other than that—“

Steve’s loud shouting pleas break the moment, your blood runs cold, icing your flesh into prickling goosebumps, hands releasing Eddie immediately.

Nancy.

~*~

Everyone else is perched in their places, forging makeshift weapons, whilst you taste every last meal you’ve had in the past week, coming up.

This doesn’t feel okay.

You’ve finished your tasks, trash can lid and sharpened broom handle that is wrapped in barbed wire, discarded at your side. They pale in comparison to anything else your group has come up with, but you’re not exactly an expert in this shit, regardless of how long you’ve known everyone.

Except Eddie. You pinch and pull at several grass blades, staring off into the trees, thinking about these wasted years he would’ve fit in with everyone, but your paths didn’t cross, despite you both being seniors. Well, Eddie, a—is it his second or third time as a senior, you wonder?

“Listen,” Robin interjects over your internal monologue, suddenly dropping down beside you. “We can all relax out here—I mean, who can actually relax though, with a big evil that is threatening to swallow us all and burn our world to the ground, that’s one thing to consider, but—“

“Robin!” You break from your forest-focused reverie, eyes rolling in annoyance. “The point. Get to it.”

“Right, I’m doing it again, huh?”

You simply sigh, snapping your fingers together to rid them of grass fragments. “Mhm-hmm.”

“Like I was saying, we can all do what we’re doing out here and you and Eddie can go play footsie under the table inside our new ride.” That self-satisfying, non-judgmental, cute—albeit— annoying, Robin Buckley grin shelved into her lips.

Your heart lurches into your ass, body shifting in discomfort.

“I’ve been around enough heterosexual dilemmas all day, okay? Spare me the reassurance that you aren’t staring Eddie Munson down. Besides, if he knew what you took from his bedroom, he’d probably be totally on board.” She whispers that last part, patting your shoulder, before dusting herself off and standing.

Your cheeks are cherry red, Robin pressing a finger to her lips. “You know about my love life, or lack thereof, and I am all too aware that you, the ever-innocent Y/N, stole an item from the resident metalhead’s house.”

Robin likes girls, you and Steve are the only ones privy to that info, and apparently, she has been catching your unveiled vibes towards Eddie.

Great.

She gives you one last shoulder rub, her voice less teasing this time. “Seriously, Y/N. Consider my footsie proposition, because I’m pretty sure he’s feeling it too.”

And she retreats, back to Steve and their fiery cocktail ensembles.

Your jean pocket sways with a burn, the object nestled into fabrics and frayed threading.

She’s right…

“Looks like you’re all prepared, Lady Guinevere.” A deep voice accentuates your thoughts, Reeboks flooding your vision, ring clad hands reaching for the ground beside you to settle his body down. He reclines on his palms, shifting his head back to ease an invisible tension, one ankle crossing over the other, legs stretched out, that black denim encasing them. His chain rests at his thigh, and god help you, you can’t stop staring at him. Reminding yourself that you should probably say something, it comes a little easier than anticipated.

“Didn’t she just marry Arthur and have affairs or something? I’m not big on mythology.”

Eddie shrugs, opening one large doe eye as he looks your way. “I’d like to think she was poised in potential battle, unsuspecting, but just as deadly. Makes for a better story to tell the kids these days, huh?”

You can’t stop the chortle that escapes, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll be real deadly with a broom handle and some wire.”

Eddie’s vision trickles to your weapon, a finger poking at the end. “Seems sharp enough to poke an otherworldly, dimensional creature’s eye out to me.”

“As is your invention.” You rave, knuckles rasping against the metal trashcan lid by your other side.

Eddie beams, a bravado attempting to keep. It’s a comfortable silence that neither of you fight, another metaphorical clock signaling how much longer it’ll be before you run out of time to do anything. Then the Spring air gives way to a shift, nudging Eddie’s spicy, cigarette smoke aroma your direction. Everyone’s voices sound far off, the atmosphere cut, sectioning you and Eddie into a beckoning privacy. Your fingers fiddle, dance around, finally dipping into your pocket, producing a vice grip that is cool and slick around the metal.

Your body’s expanse is flaming in shame, anxiousness chattering your bones to a brittle quaking. You give a mental ‘fuck it’, voice damp with a very molten heat. “Hey, Eddie?”

It’s terrifyingly addictive in how fast his attentions are gained by your two words. You don’t waste anymore time, lifting the metal handcuffs. They dangle in the air, swing in the breeze, sunlight glinting off them, reflecting your sin. Eddie doesn’t say anything, an eerily botching to your decision to let him in on the fact of your little petty crime. When it’s almost too fucking much, when your insides are charred to a searing, ears rustling with static—Eddie crowns you with a response.

“Did you swipe these from my room, Y/N?”

He isn’t oblivious to that answer, but his tone is suggestive in a satiated dedication to hearing you verbalize what he now knows. Two of Eddie’s fingers swipe up to grab the other cuffs’ end, pitching a clasp, his rings making a noise upon collusion, tongue pressing to his teeth—sucking. You can’t read him, eyes darting rapidly to gauge his stance.

“Eddie, I’m—“

He bull dozes your reasoning try, brows perching into a secretive settle.

“Don’t apologize for something we both know you’re not sorry for.”

~*~

Tagging:

@littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson @lovelylangdonx

[eddiernunson]

3 Years Runnin’

Title is a work in progress. 

Eddie Munson | 3 Years Runnin

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Contains: Fluff, light agnst, Awkward “they like each other but neither of them know” conversation, Virgin!Eddie, Shy!Reader, Anxiety, Reader works with Robin and Steve, and is friends with Nancy. Alludes to reader also helping gang with the Upside Down. Vague mention of weed/dealing, also Sad Eddie. 

Prompt: Honestly, I was inspired by this post by @loveronlineee​ about how Eddie seems all cool and charismatic like he’d be cool with the ladies, when in reality... he’s a big DnD loving nerd. He’s likely maybe kissed one person. In this fic he’s never kissed anyone. 

Author’s Note: I have went down the rabbit hole from Wednesday to Friday reading Eddie x Reader fics and now I really want to write. I didn’t know where to start until I was inspired so thank you xoxo for that inspiration. This fanfic has started off fluffy but will get more heated, I promise. Minors DNI for that simple reason as for when it DOES get heated. It’s my first time posting on this tag so please be gentle... thank you! 

Despite what some might believe (you), Eddie has…limited experience in dating. Despite what his suave, charismatic, erratic, and charming upfront of a personality would tell you, his Hellfire club, and the entire school even he had never had even so much even kissed a girl. Or boy. He tentatively liked the idea of it but was certainly sure it wasn’t going to happen until after high school.

Eddie might take being called a Freak with a roll of his eyes or a middle finger, but he knew as long as he was in highschool (still) no one would want to be pulled into the scrutiny he faced. His Hellfire club always knew when they joined that they’d be wrapped up in being called a cult, but they were never picked on or scrutinized as much as Eddie. They would get a chuckle as Eddie hissed at a random passer or momentarily embraces his label, but the word Freak usually stays on him alone. If there is any moment where his club members get pulled into it, he takes the attention off of them immediately. He doesn’t wish this on anyone.

Behind closed doors and at the end of the day, sometimes it leads to a muffled sob at night. He never gives them more than five minutes. He refuses to give them the satisfaction of knowing he is at all affected by it.

Eddie was once compared to Steve Harrington in the midst of a break during one of the more tamed DnD campaigns by one of the old and now graduated members of Hellfire. Eddie was surprised by this comparison, intrigued. “What do you mean,” he asked, careful to hide his surprise to the comparison to the resident douchebag of their school.

The club member laughed, ruffling his sandy brown hair. “No man you guys are just both so charismatic.” They laughed, looking at their character sheets absentmindedly. “I mean, you see Steve. He is dripping in the ladies. It wouldn’t surprise me if you had that in common.” Eddie was rendered speechless, but didn’t let it show. He cockily winked at his pal, suddenly aware that his persona was a lot more convincing than he initially thought. It was even convincing the people closest to him.

Eddie’s charisma or general confidence might have convinced one person (that he knew of) he was a real lady killer, like Hendersen or Hargrove, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. They were literally cool kids. Kids who were welcomed at parties and expected at big social events. He’s a metalhead who enjoys writing new sadistic campaigns in his free time or talking to his guitar. How the hell was he ever going to touch, kiss, fuck, anyone?

That’s were you came in.

The truth is, you were obsessed with Eddie Munson. His hair, his rings, his confidence, his ability to rile up assholes who only live to bully others, everything about him you admired. And you’ve never even talked to him before. Your co-worker and now friend Robin would tease you about it when she caught you staring from across the cafeteria to the Hellfire table, but you knew it was all in good fun.

On this particular day, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, Robin rambling on in the background of your fazed mindset. You resisted leaning on your hand like a school girl so it wouldn’t be obvious, but maybe open-mouthed breathing and not eating is not all that different. You were absentmindedly chewing on your lip without exposing your teeth, and you could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

Robin stopped speaking a few minutes ago, unbeknownst to you. She realized you weren’t talking when she accidentally blurted something about herself to you which you usually would’ve had a bigger reaction to. You realized she had stopped talking when Nancy sat down across from you, blocking your vision. Nancy switched her wide eyes and unreadable expression between you and Robin, noting the silence. “It’s quiet here” she paused, “why?”

Suddenly you felt eyes burning through your left temple. You looked over seeing Robin almost glaring at you, but mostly amused. A beat passed when she looks over to Nancy and says, “Well Y/N over here can’t stop staring at Eddie. It’s worse than normal today.”

Nancy smirked, newly aware of your little crush on the school’s resident Freak. “You’ve got it bad, girl,’ she stated. You rolled your eyes because it’s not like you didn’t know. He only takes up about 75% of your brain and most of your nightly routines.

Robin tapped your arm, getting your attention. “Have you ever even spoken to him?”

“How am I supposed to do that? A party?” You shook your head pitifully. Not in the three years where you had this little crush did you ever utter a word. You had two classes with him, both where you sat in front of him, not able to catch a glance without being obvious. You always turned towards him when you got the chance. How were you supposed to talk to him other than a drug deal or walking up to his table? Seeing him at a party just wasn’t an option. You aren’t a weed kind of girl, and walking up to his table sounded like fun if you valued public humiliation.

You zoned out again, nibbling on your thumb. It was a nervous habit. You looked down at your lunch, stomach grumbling but appetite little. Your sandwich looked like spacefood. Unappetizing and only clumps of matter built for sustenance but with no taste. You looked up at Nancy, she had a look on her face, but you knew this look. She was figuring something out. This concerned you far too much. Nancy’s mind is not a force to be reckoned with. “What’s on your mind, Nancy?”

She paused and looked at Robin, then at you. “I have to pick up Mike and his friends from their Hellfire club this week. It usually goes a decent amount over their time frame and I have to barge in and get their asses in gear. Do you want to join me tomorrow? Might be a chance to actually talk to him.”

You glanced at Eddie, his smile wide, standing at the head of the table and making a grand degree which you do not hear. You can only hear your heartbeat pulsing hard at the mere opportunity to speak to him. If you ever go on a date with him how the hell are you going to say anything? Once or twice he has caught you staring and you look down immediately upon eyecontact. That eye contact alone makes you kick your feet and giggle in your bed.

You looked back at Nancy and Robin, dejected. “How am I supposed to talk to him? This is a fantasy. He wouldn’t want someone shy and spending three years liking him. Look at him.”

You felt a sharp pain in your left upper arm. Robin pinched your arm, hard. “Hey! Snap out of it.” You looked to her, startled yet curious. “Last year you beat the shit out of a Russian and the year before that you smacked that demodog thing that Dustin had a new one. Stop! Devaluing! Yourself!” For emphasis, she pinches you again three more times on each word.  

You looked at Nancy. You smiled close mouthed and rubbed your now sore arm, thankful for friends who can kick you in the ass when you need it. “I-I’ll come with you, Nance. Thank you for thinking of this.”

Nancy smiles, finishing her lunch. Robin’s lunch is finished, sat empty in front of her. You still haven’t eaten, and you’re still too queasy for it. It might be worse now that you have the actual opportunity you need. You drank some water hoping it would last you through the day.

Robin hitched her breath and giggled. “Nance, I think she’ll be even more nervous now. I’m not sure how she’ll last through her shift tonight.” Your eyes widen, you forgot you worked tonight. You pushed your tray forward and let your forehead land on the table. You are screwed.

School passed by quick enough. You hated math, the one subject you knew Eddie passed the first time in his attempt at senior year. Where do invisible numbers get off by being in a place where they do not belong? World geography was shitty enough but at least when you had the opportunity you could grab a glance of him, bored out of his mind, a notebook in front of him for once. It looked like this year he might actually pass. Secretly, you hoped he had someone to help him. At the end of your last period sans Eddie (you’re pretty sure it was his free period), you stretch you arms up and hard, knowing you’ll need to be at work in two hours.

You grabbed your homework and ran to your shitty ten year old beat up old green honda. Your parents surprised you for your 16th birthday. Surprised was the definition of your reaction. Growing up you were told not to expect a car for any birthdays. If you wanted something, you earned it. (The reason for your job). Despite them beating the very idea into your noggin for 15 and a half years, they surprised you. Any money you had saved for a car is now into a college fund. Your parents were kind of rad.

You stopped by your house to grab something hopefully to eat since you cant take the hunger pains anymore despite your nausea. When peering into the fridge, you noticed a small salad in Tupperware that your mom put away probably wanting to eat later. Most food stored tupperwares in your family were used but not taken advantage of, so you knew she wouldn’t see a loss if you ate it. The first bite was hard but worth it. Nausea damned, you needed something at least before work. Eddie had such power over you, the man with the leather and the rings and the eccentric personality, that you were in your kitchen standing in front of your fridge, tentatively chewing at a salad.

You only ate half. You had a feeling you’d be throwing it up soon out of nerves. After pitifully throwing the salad back into the fridge you wandered around the house for half an hour, thankful no one was home. Your mom knew you have a crush. Whenever boys are brought up at home in front of your mom you blush and keep your mouth closed. It’s been like this since she asked on the third day of Freshman year. Now being senior year, your mom was growing concerned about your lack of ability to talk to someone you liked. She’d hoped you grew out of it.

Anxiety told you otherwise. Anxiety told you not to do it. Anxiety told you that if you ever asked him out he would laugh in your face, or worse just let you down gently. Anxiety, is a bitch.

One thing Anxiety did do, was speed up time for you. One great thing out of a million terrible things. After your pacing around you grabbed your uniform to put on and drove early to start your shift at the video store. Ding dong.

In the middle of a conversation with Robyn who started early tonight, steve was talking animatedly about a date with yet another girl he met at the video store. “I think she’s it, I think she’s the one!’ Steve exclaimed his hands making big gestures.

You walked in their conversation with your bag over your shoulder, feeling more relaxed that you have a four hour shift tonight and you can focus on that. “Steve didn’t you say that about Stacy Lumbar last week? How many times are you going to meet the one, cause at this rate we won’t have anymore room for your engagement rings at the back.”

Steve “accidentally” bumped into you as you walked to the back, forcing you to bump into a stack. “That was your own fault!” You exclaim, running to the back bathroom.

You clocked in early, knowing Keith would have your head. Whatever, you’ll clock out five minutes early to avoid overtime bullshit.

Robin greeted you sweetly as you walked in, a hint of smug behind her eyes. “Hello, sweetness! How you feelin?”

You squinted at her, she knew how you were. “I hate you.” She  shot you a big smile, knowing you didn’t mean anything by it.

Steve looked between you and Robin while simultaneously putting the videos away. “What do you mean, is something wrong with her?”

“Oh she’s just nervous because Nance is forcing her to talk to Eddie tomorrow,” she says, light as a feather. The mention of his name made you nauseous again, the salad stuck in your throat.

Steve, in such a Steve-like manner, asks, “Wait, Robin I thought you said-“

“Steve! Zip-it!” Robin shouts, using a quick zipper motion over her mouth.

“Oh shit.” Steve says, then walks away from you like nothing happened.

You look between your two co-workers, knowing them well enough to know that they aren’t telling you something. “What just happened,” you say as you shake your head. They both say nothing, sharing a quiet conversation.

Here’s what you don’t know.

When Nancy was thinking to herself, she didn’t think of a simple solution such as bringing you to Hellfire. She was going to do that this week without even telling you. Her second solution was to send Eddie to your work place, effectively trapping you. After leaving the lunch table, Nancy did a quick round before arriving to her class five minutes late. She’s a Straight-A student, most teachers give her flack for it.

She ran into Mike when he left his table, asking him to ask Eddie to pick up a certain movie from the store. Nancy specifically told Mike to tell Eddie to pick up the specific movie at 5:30 because the movie will be returned by another patron around 5:15. Biggest movie of the year, impossible to get. Mike was confused to why he had to listen to Nancy, and Nancy simply gestured her head to you, dumping your entire lunch remains on into the garbage.

You and Mike don’t talk much. Most times you communicate is when most of your lives are in danger. Mike does know you really like Eddie (he didn’t know how long). Mike looked back to his sister, his face incredulous. “Yeah whatever any other reason?”

Nancy huffed and rolled her eyes. “I’ll do your math homework for a week. Ninth grade math was easy beans.”

Mike smirked in the way only little brothers can. “Oh I would’ve done it for Y/N. But sure that works.” Nancy shoved him, walking off to the payphone to give Steve a call.

Yeah. Nancy Wheeler loves you you to the point where she will purposely call an ex.  

“Video store, no, we don’t have x movie.” Steve answered, bored at his slow day at work.

“Hey Steve it’s me,” she says out of breath from fast walking to the payphone. “Can you and Robin take a break around 5:30 for me? I’m getting Eddie to stop by the store today.”

She could hear the smirk Steve gave over the phone. “Nancy Wheeler you are a genius. I will absolutely do that.”

She hung up the phone without saying bye, and ran off to her class, just missing the final bell. It was all set into motion, assuming Mike would ask Eddie.

-

“No.” Eddie said, eyes dark and arms crossed.

“Please!” Mike pleaded knowing he looked like a dork.

Eddie stood up from leaning his ass on the table with his legs crossed at the ankles. “Listen to this. Fuck no.”

Mike huffed exasperated, knowing he would have to do Eddie a favour in order for him to get him to do this.

“Why can’t big sister Wheeler drive you?” He asked, side-eying Mike.

Mike bit his lip, thinking quickly on the spot. “Nance has to watch our little sister tonight so she can’t drive me, and I have to do my chores.”  Eddie mocked him silently, almost impersonating DeNiro. “If you do this, I-I’ll do your deals for three days. No a week!”

Eddie softened at his and put his hands out. “Whoa whoa, Wheeler you don’t have to do that. Deals are easy money, but you can get caught. I’m not risking that for you, you’re only a freshman.” Eddie paused, a gentle look on his face that Mike rarely sees. “Is this fucking movie really that important?”

Mike nodded. “It’s been out at the movie store for literal weeks. This might be the only chance I can get it.”

Eddie had a soft spot for him, Dustin, and Lucas. Mike knew this. Eddie slouched back onto the DnD table, finally giving in to what Mike was asking. “Yeah, sure ya Twerp. I’ll pick it up for you.”

Mike felt a large wave of relief rushing over him. Eddie didn’t give in very often. This was a win.

-

Why the fuck was Mike asking him to pick up this goddamn movie? It’s not like he didn’t know anyone else who could drive. Didn’t he know Harrington who worked there? Couldn’t Harrington just save it for him? Why the fuck specifically 5:30? Ugh. Eddie couldn’t wait to go home, smoke a little, and get this headache out and spend time with his guitar.

He shrugged his shoulders after Mike triumphantly walked away from him, chuckling at his new commitment. He let his scowl fade and sat down at his throne in the DnD room, alone with his thoughts. He caught you staring again today, and he wasn’t one thousand percent sure what to make of it. Did you think he was weird? Did you like him (not possible)? Did you just stare into space? Eddie didn’t know what to make of it, but he has caught you three times this week, each of them he’s not even sure you realized.

He wondered what a pretty girl could be staring at him for, and if it was a cruel prank. There was no way anyone as pretty as you would be staring because they liked him. That wasn’t possible for the next 8 months. When he finally gets out of Hawkins and no one knows about his Freak status maybe someone will like him.

Sure, he noticed you when you weren’t staring. The way your hair framed your face, your lips pursed when you were concentrating, or when you were laughing with your friends at your lunch table with your nose crinkled. You were stunning. Breathtaking, even.

Eddie stood up to stretch, his white shirt exposing a strip of his trail. He checked his watch, seeing 5:10 and decided he should head out, even though he usually drove fast. The radio was loud and on the Rock Station, as usual, drumming out to some Guns n Roses. He hit a few early red lights, cringing and hoping no cop was around. His route was taking longer than usual today, and it was 5:28.

He swerved into the parking lot of the video store, double parking. He was right on time. With a hint of his swagger and charm, he strutted into the store, taking his sunglasses off when the bell rang.

Looking around for Harrington, but instead found you. Only you, at the front counter.

He didn’t know you worked here. Now he was a little nervous.

Shit.

-

Your shift started out pretty normally. Robin and Steve were arguing as per usual on the evening movie when Robin looks at the time and taps it twice to Steve. Steve nods and looks at you. You were confused to what their silent conversation was about, remembering the one they had earlier. What were they on today. She knows she was just nervous but what the hell was wrong with them?

You were about to continue putting returned movies back when Steve approaches you. “Hey, Y/N listen Robin and I are going to take our breaks at the same time since it’s really slow right now. Can you just stay at the front desk and man the store for 15?”

You blinked, confused. “What do you mean you’re taking your breaks at the same time? You’re seriously going to leave me alone? What about the rush hour crowd?” You were already on edge today, this wasn’t helping.

Steve put his left arm on your right shoulder somewhat harder than necessary. “I believe in you.” Before you could argue any longer, he and Robin rushed to the back as if there were a fire. Please let there be a fire; you literally just wanted to go home.

You walked up to the front, noting the time on your watch. It was 5:30. You sighed. Only 3 and a half hours to go… You lied your head on the computer for half a second when the bell rang. You looked over, and you swear your jaw dropped. Eddie.

Eddie was there, taking off his sunglasses and scanning the store until he found you. You weren’t sure why he scanned it, but it still made you smile. When he saw you, you almost saw a familiarity in his eyes, as if he knew who you were. You were positive he doesn’t.

He took his time, strutting to the counter. Little did you know, he was fucking panicking. His heart was racing out of his chest but he was playing it cool. He hoped.

You tried to relax yourself, feeling your salad coming up again. “Hi, Munson,” you said feeling weird about being so formal. “Can I help you?”

He stopped at the counter, looking over you. “Uh yeah, doesn’t Harrington work here?” he asked, giving the store another scan.

You were taken aback by this. “Uh yeah, he and my other coworker insisted on taking their breaks right now. So, it’s just me.”

He didn’t think you were just you. “Well, just you. I’m here picking up a movie for Wheeler.”

You pushed your eyebrows together. “Mike?”

He nodded vigorously, his sunglasses falling off of his head. “Yep, that’s the one.”

When his sunglasses fell off, you couldn’t help a giggle pop out of your mouth. He would do anything to make it happen again. He leaned onto the counter, grabbing them. You had to take a moment, suddenly being able to smell him. You’ve never been this close before. He smelled like pine, cologne, mint toothpaste, and weed. It was literally perfect. His hands were folded in front of himself on the counter, ringed hand over the one with a ring on this thumb. You were both shaking and turned on. This was a great day. You don’t know how long you lingered, but you shook out of it and leant down to your saved returns.

There was one labelled in all caps MIKE. Oh thank god it was there. “Oh this movie is always gone.” You bent back up to enter it into the computer, unaware that he was now returning the favour you gave him two minutes ago.

He was not being subtle about it. Since you’ve never seen him so close, he’s never seen you so close. He took in the way your eye colour just seemed to be the perfect colour, the faint smell of lilac on your uniform from your detergent, and the way you were nibbling on your thumb again. He may have leaned down to grab his sunglasses but now he was resting on his arms.

You finished entering it, and looked at him asking, “How long do you want to rent it for?”

“Pfft” Eddie said. “I totally forgot to ask Wheeler. Let’s say 48 hours.”  

You furrowed your brow. “You sure? Don’t you have your DnD campaign tomorrow? When is he going to have time to watch it?” He was taken aback, not realizing you knew when his club met.

“Shit, make it 3 days then,” he says, putting his hands up as if he didn’t care. You smile at him, hopefully not too wide. He smiled back when you turned back to the computer, the lines down his cheeks prominent. Too bad you missed it, you lived for his smile. When you missed it, he just looked down wondering what the hell he was supposed to do.

“Ok, that’ll be 2.89 for the weekend, then.” You look at him.

He scrownged into his pockets. First his vest, then his leather jacket, then his jeans. That’s fine he can take his time. You’ll just patiently wait. And watch. “Aha!” He said loudly, scaring you. “Here, and sorry”

You said it was fine, your heart beating out of its chest. You knew he was loud. You just never heard him this close before.

He put five dollars on the counter. You grabbed the bill to give him change before he says. “Oh keep the change. I don’t like coins.”

You scrunched up your nose, “Why not?”

He shrugged. “Drug dealer. Only like cash. I don’t use coins very often, anyway.”

You were talking to him. You were making a conversation with Eddie Munson, and he tipped you. You were talking to Eddie fucking Munson. You wanted it to keep going. “You-you’re not what I thought you’d be.” That’s true, he’s much better than you thought. You just wanted to give him the satisfaction of not being called a freak. You hated that term.

He chuckled without humor tossing his hair out of his way. “What were you expecting, Eddie the Freak?” he sticks his tongue out, but you could tell your heart wasn’t in it.

You shook your head vigorously, not wanting to be misunderstood. “No, not at all. You’re not a freak.” You paused. “I was expecting a little more drama maybe, but not a freak.”

Not a freak, you said. Not a freak. Eddie gave a genuine smile, and took the tape off of the counter. “Thanks, Y/N. That meant a lot.” He was backing up to leave when you interrupted him.

You weren’t ready for him to leave. Also how the fuck did he know your name? “Wait,” he paused exactly how he was, and slowly turned around, “you know my name?” you asked, too taken aback to laugh at his dramatics.

Eddie bounced to a normal stance and walked a few steps back towards you. “Yeah, you’re in two of my classes.” He paused, almost hesitating. You don’t think you’ve seen him hesitate. “Plus…” he takes a breath, “I catch you staring once in a while.”

Your eyes go big, your mouth dries. Your salad feels like its travelling back up from wence it came. You gulped, somewhat audibly. “Y-you do?”

Eddie shrugs. “I mean I’m not mad, I catch lots of people staring for different reasons. Yours never seems hateful though…” he let the sentence fade out his eyes looking off. “Why do you stare? Also why do you do that?”

You avoided the first question at the first chance. “Do what?”

He pointed at your thumb in your mouth. “That.”

You looked you were nibbling on your thumb again. Shit. “Uh nervous habit,” you say putting your thumb down.

He stared at you, VHS in one hand, glasses in the other. He used his head to move one side of his long curly hair behind his shoulder. “You’re not answering my other question. Why do you stare?”

It was a pregnant pause. You could tell he wasn’t being cruel. He was just curious. You’ve seen him when his club members say some shit he doesn’t like and his eyes go dark. His eyes were light brown right now. They were gorgeous. You fiddled with your fingers, not wanting to answer this right now.

You heard a sigh and looked back up to face the man that has haunted you for three years. “Listen if you don’t want to answer, I get that. But next time I catch you I’m going to wave. I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

“Nancy Wheeler is picking her brother up from Hellfire Club tomorrow. I’m coming with her, we’re hanging out tomorrow night. See you then, too?”

Eddie licked his lips and scratched his nose. You could almost see a smile on his face. “Yeah. See you then.” He opened up both doors and jogged to his van. You checked the time, it was 5:50. You were talking to Eddie for 20 minutes.

You were talking. With words. To Eddie Munson. For twenty. Minutes.

Wait if it’s been twenty minutes where were Robin and Steve?

“Robin, Steve?” You shouted to the back. “Your break is five minutes over get back here!” You leaned over the counter, almost hoping you could get that scent back. It wasn’t there but you were smiling. A lot.

“You did so good!” Robin comes from the back, her arms open wide and mouth in a big open smile. She hugs you tight and jumps up and down.

You scrunch your face up, getting out of her hug. “What do you mean I did so good?” You look to Steve, who looks more smug than normal. Which you thought was impossible. “What the hell does that mean?”

Robin did a little hip dance, almost falling over. “We set you up.” She says her voice cracking as she stumbles. “We made sure Eddie came here today while you were alone! Now you have talked to him!”

Steve put his hand one on of his hips, looking at you with what you think might be pity. “Wait you’ve never spoken to him? And you’ve liked him for three years?”

You glared at Steve, giving a warning sign. You might be shy, but your face says some words. “No, Steve, we can’t all ask people out when we want.”

Steve now put both hands on his hips, something he usually did with Dustin and them. “Hey, be nice. I’m looking for Mrs.Right. I know she’s out there somewhere. And I will be here when she needs to rent a movie.”

Robin pushed him to one side of the store with the return rack still there from when you were working on it. “Here. Work. Be useful.” Steve did, somewhat unergetically.

“So how did it go, how are you feeling?” Robin came to you, her eyes sparked like they usually are when gossip isn’t about her.

“Like I’m going to be sick” You say, holding your stomach. It was true, you might be excited you managed to not stumble through the whole comversation, but that didn’t stop your anxiety bubbling like you were boiling water. At least when you haven’t spoken to him you had a blank slate to leave a good impression. What kind of impression is it when you’re in a dorky uniform stumbling and biting your thumb?

Robin moved her head as if to ask more details. “Aaaand?”

You managed a smile. “Really excited.” You started to run to the bathroom, your nerves getting the worst of you. “Im going to be sick!”

When you were puking the one thing you ate today, Robin ran to Steve, unable to contain herself. “Holy shit did you see Munson? I’ve never seen him look that nice before.”

Steve nodded, putting the movies in place. “Yeah I noticed that. I’ve never seen his guard that down before, I’ll admit.” He finished the pile that was in his hands and looked to her. “At the same time, Robin he also might not be that tough. Let’s not read into it too much until Nance sees how tomorrow goes. She’s going to trap them again.”

Robin giggled and clapped her hands. She was giddy about drama that had nothing to do with her. “This will be so fun. If she reacts like this to talking I can’t wait until he asks her out.”

He looks back to where you were now flushing the toilet empathetically. “Poor thing will be out for a week.”

[cuteykat]

Hello friend!! I have decided to ask something for my daddies favorite characters! If that's okay? I didn't see any rules or anything soooooo

I'mma just go on gut instinct

Maybe some fluffy cuddles with Lucci, Crocodile, Mihawk and Ace? (And anyone else you wanna throw in? Any daddies I missed) Oh and headcanons unless u wanna do scenario? Please and Thank you!!

Hello! Thank you for the request! These scenarios will be in short story form to I hope your okay with! They’re are two extra character I added in there too! I hope you enjoy

Ace: It was early morning sailing along on a winter island. Snow was failing everywhere and it was very cold. Everyone would usually be wearing something warmer, well except Ace.

Ace was walking along the ship until see you noticing how cold you were.

“ are you okay (name)?” He ask being a bit concerned

You look down before looking back up “ Ace do you think we could cuddle since it’s very cold?” You ask the fire man.

Ace was quiet embarrassed that you asked, his face turned bright red not knowing what to say at first but he nods his head walking over to you. He kneels down beside you hugging you tightly in his arms feeling like a heater

“ Thank you ace” you mumble and start to close your eyes. The man was like a living heater and you could peacefully fall asleep in his embrace. Shortly after you did fall asleep to which he smiles

“ Your so cute (name)” he picks you up gently bringing you to your bed so they could cuddle more.

Lucci: it was early morning in enbies lobby but no one could tell due to how it was always sunny night and day and the stars never showed themselves.

You were doing your regular task along the ships feeling sad. You didnt particularly know why you felt that way but you did. You kept a smile on your face to which most people would assume that you were happy except for Lucci. He could sense how you felt at any given moment, have it be due to the Neko neko fruit or just pure instinct. He wouldn’t go right up and ask but he would follow you around a bit till you were both in a secluded area. The man walks up to you having a small hint of worry on his face.

“ Something the matter?” He ask looking down at you

“ I guess I can’t really hide it Huh” you look down at the ground “ Just feeling sad, I don’t know why” you think about it till it hits you “ Maybe because I miss seeing the stars and moon. We don’t get to see it here and it’s just something I miss” you sign before smiling “ But thats okay! I enjoy being here”

Lucci nods and gets an idea “ Meet me by the gate at 7 pm alright?” He waits for your confirmation

“ Of course lucci sir” you say even though you were genuinely confused

Through out the day you felt a bit better but there were times you thought about the stars. All so beautiful in the sky.

In the afternoon lucci goes to speak with spandam “ I have something I have to do later tonight so I’ll be taking the night off” he says while rubbing hattori chin

“ What’s so important?” Spandam complains like a whiney child

“ None of your business” he retorts

“ Probably bringing (name) somewhere” Kaku says to which slightly embarrasses Lucci.

“ None of your business” lucci walks out

7 pm comes and you were standing outside the gate when seeing the man hold something that was like a picnic basket and a train comes around

“ Get on” the man instructs.

You both get on the train and it starts to ride having it be only the two of you. It was quiet but he opens up the Picnic basket to where they’re was a small home made meal along with some snacks before he opens up the window “ Take a look outside”

You mod and look outside, you were out of enbies lobby and you could see the stars. You start to cry at the nice gesture before he sits next to you holding you.

“ You said you were missing the night sky right? I thought I would let you see it again”

“ Thank you so much!”

You both cuddle and eat watching the night sky before you start to get tired.

You yawn and hug the men quietly thanking him before falling asleep.

“ If I could do this more with you I would” he puts his face into the crook of your neck as a shooting star flies by. Maybe the stars would grant that wish.

Mihawk: it was close to midnight, it was a rainy day after the whole sky be pitch black with no stars shining through at all. The whole day Mihawk had been busy running around unable to see you all day. And right as he gets a break he can see the red hair pirate walk in

“ Yo! I’m not interrupting anything am I?” Shanks says with a smile

“ Right as I get a break to. Come inside I guess. (Name) will be happy to see you” Mihawk says seeing shanks also had alcohol with him

“ Great!” Shanks says walking in going to the living room seeing you were wrapping something up

“ What are you up to (name)” shanks ask looking over

You jump looking surprised “ I’ll tell you but you can’t tell Mihawk”

The red hair man smiles “ deal!” He opens up some rum for the both of you

“ I made ( or bought depending on how you choose) this for Mihawk. I’ve been waiting till he wasn’t busy so I can give it to him but he been busy all day” you say holding the scarf in your hands clenching down on the fabric before seeing Mihawk walk in

“ Mihawk I-“

“ Sorry I’ve been quite busy today. Let’s drink alright?” Mihawk says not noticing it we’re holding something

“ y-yeah!” You put the scarf into pocket

A few hours hours and you were already drunk and leaning against the greatest swordsmen getting tired

“ mihawk~” you say looking at the men before hugging him “ love you” you fall asleep closing your eyes

Mihawk looks quite surprised only to see shanks laugh

“ What’s so funny shanks?” The man looks at shanks with his golden eyes like he was staring into his soul

“ She fell asleep before she could show you it” he points to your pocket “ Look in her left pocket”

Mihawk wonders what the hell the other man was talking about but reaches in your pocket and grabs a scarf

“ it’s a scarf”

“ Look at it closely!” Shanks laughs drinking more alcohol

Mihawk observes it and sees his name is engraved into the scarf making his face turn a light hue of red before wrapping it around his neck and hugging you tightly starting to cuddle you.

You smile in your sleep and mumble “ I love you Mihawk” you go back to being quiet

“ I love you too” he mumbles under his breathe before gently picking you up in his arms and starts to carry you to their shared room “ Goodnight shanks” he mentions.

“ Goodnight you lovers!” He laughs seeing how cute Mihawk was being to you

Mihawk sits both of you on the bed and he watches you with his golden eyes. He thought you were the most beautiful women he has ever seen.

“ Goodnight my love” he kisses your forehead and hugs you tighter falling asleep cuddling you the whole night.

Crocodile: it was about 8 Pm in Alabasta. The sun was setting meaning it was starting to get cold. The days were scorching hot and the nights were freezing cold. Crocodile had another busy day but that was usual for the man but usually once he would have seen you walking around to either have tea ( or coffee) or feeding the bananagators. He’s not one to worry much but for you it was different.

“ where could that women be?” He walks and goes to his bedroom to think but he sees you were in his bed not looking too good. Your face has a red hue to it and you had blankets wrapped around you. You looked sick but crocodile was surprised you were in his bed and not your own

“ What are you do-“ he saw that you were asleep and looking visibly in pain and before he could continue to think nico robin appeared

“ She almost passed out near your room Mr.0. I brought her here earlier this morning. She must of been asleep the whole day”

Crocoldile sighs “ Fine. Can you leave us two alone women”

Nico smiles and leaves the two of them alone

Crocodile looking at form seeing you were still shivering despite being under 3 blankets. His face had worry in it before going to the bathroom grabbing a thermometer.

You open your eyes slowly seeing the man walk over to you “ I’m sorry cr-“

“ Don’t talk” he puts the thermometer into your mouth and when hearing the beep he takes it out. You definitely had a fever. He goes to call a doctor but can feel your hand grab on his clothes

“Please cuddle with me” you ask before letting go. You were so tired that you couldn’t even keep your grip on the mans coat

Crocodile wouldn’t admit it but he did find it cute that such a strong women like you would ask for something like that. He would completely deny any one else but he sighs shaking his hand “ Alright” he gets in bed and wraps his coat around you knowing you like his coat before seeing you wrap your arms around his form and closing your eyes once again

“ Thank you crocodile” you fall asleep having your face show the real pain you were in once again.

The man hugs you lightly not wanting to hurt you but let’s put a small smile before frowning “ Your definitely seeing a doctor tomorrow. But for now I will cuddle with you. I love you (name) you are a very strong women and I can’t see you being sick” he goes and turns off the light “ Goodnight (name)” you both sleep the whole night together having crocodile keep your warm the whole night.

Sanji: it was 7 pm, the stars were shining beautifully through the night sky. Everyone had finished dinner but you had decided not to eat. You wanted to watch the stars in the sky and think about the solar system as a whole. They’re were so many theories out there but one that was always on your mind is that the people you missed were a star in the night watching over you to keep you safe. It had been a while since you were on the ship with your crew but you missed the people you love and watching the stars made you feel closer to them. You were so lost in the stars you didn’t even hear Sanji yell your name

“ (name)-chaaaaaannn!!” Sanji rushes over with food that he had saved for you but he sees that you were so intently looking at the stars that you didn’t even notice he was there, to which made him shock

“ (name)-Chan?” He says poking your shoulder to which makes you jump “ Didn’t mean to scare you but you never came to dinner so I saved you some food”

“ O-oh thank you Sanji-Kun” you smile a bit taking the food and give him a hug in thanks before eating quietly and watching the stars

Sanji felt like he could pass out at the women, your hugs were like a hug from the goddess, your smile was brighter then any star in the sky.

He goes and sits down next to you wanting to spend some time together

“ What are you thinking about cutie?” He ask to which your face gets bright red

“ I-I well” it takes you a moment before speaking again “ When I look at the stars it brings me peace. They’re are so many different things people believe in when thinking about the stars. But the first thing that comes to mind for me is the people you love, the people you miss. They are the stars in the night watching over you, protecting you to whoever may harm you. They are the guiding light in the night sky” you take a bit of your food almost chocking when Sanji hugs you close, smelling the strawberry shampoo in your hair “ Are you missing someone right now?” He ask rubbing your hair trying to soothe you

You hum and nod your head “ I love being with everyone here, it’s always a fun new adventure waiting to happen but...” you take a breathe “ I do miss some people in my life. Every day I’m grateful for being here with everyone but I do miss them”

“ It’s okay (name)-Chan. That’s completely normal feeling. Everyones loves you here but I love you more then anyone else on this ship. I’m always here for you” Sanji looks up at the stars

You finish your dinner and lean against the cook giving him a kiss on the cheek “ Can we stay like this for a bit longer? I know you have to clean up but being with you like this... it makes me happy”

“ of course darling, anything for you”

Both you and Sanji spend a long time in each other’s arms watching the stars in the sky and enjoy each other’s company.

Zoro: today had been quite a peaceful day on the ship to which was a very rare occasion but it did sometimes happen. You were able to relax peacefully, everyone doing there own things but all you could here was Zoro grunt when lifting weights. You knew he was lifting inhuman number of weights but he was being very loud today for some reason. You stop whatever your doing and try to walk to him but you start to fall off the ship and before you go overboard Zoro had dropped his weights and grabbed you quickly

“ Z-Zoro...” you look at the man “ T-thank you”

Zoro humans but starts to hug you tighter while putting his face into his shoulder seeing some of his crew mates staring

“ Zoro is something wro-“ before you could continue Zoro quickly lifted you up your feet and carried you both to your bedroom placing you on the bed

“ Zoro what’s going o-“

“ I want to cuddle with you (name)” a light blush forms on his face “ I wanted to all day but I couldn’t get the words out. But seeing you almost fall off the ship it-“

You go and kiss the swordsmen cheek smiling “ It’s okay. I would love to cuddle with you”

He grins and gets in bed with you. He wraps you both in a blanket before hugging you tightly. One big arm wraps around your body while the other plays with your hair. He loved you so much, toot smile, your laugh, the way you shine in the sun, the way you could make his day with a snap of the finger. Zoro would never have thought of falling in love but with you, it was a whole new feeling, one he would never want to stop.”

“ I love you (name)”

“ I love you too Zoro. Thank you for cuddling with me”

He hums and the rest of the day you both cuddle and talk having it be a peaceful but very nice day, to which you both will hold dearly in your hearts

Im sorry if there are any grammar mistakes as I didn’t check before hand due to it being my birthday and I wanted to get this out as quick as possible! Again I hope you enjoy!

[zaharadessert]

Maybe Two (3/8)

Summary: With Henry safe and Gold’s criminal empire coming apart at the seams, Killian and Emma must work out how to fit into each other’s lives when her son’s isn’t in danger. With help and hinderance from those around them, can they become the family they both need and deserve?

Rating: Explicit (for the occasionally very descriptive smut…

Warnings: Surprisingly fluffy if you’re expecting my usual angst-fest

Notes: I feel like this has been such a long time coming, but here it finally is. Thank you to @hollyethecurious for her sage advice and to @kmomof4 for being a wonderful beta as always! All art by me :D

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Read on AO3: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Previous Chapters on Tumblr: Chapter One | Chapter Two

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With their lazy and indulgent morning behind them, Emma followed Killian back out into the city, assured that jeans and boots were perfectly acceptable for what he had planned. He told her how he’d initially joined the Navy, but when his brother had been killed, he’d taken the life insurance pay out and an honourable discharge and so their first stop of the day was to show her a little more of him.

He’d had to call in a couple of favours from an old Navy buddy, but he’d managed to secure them a custom tour of the USS Intrepid Air, Sea and Space Museum. Starting with joining in the ‘Anchors Aweigh’ experience at 12:00, and then a private tour of the rest of the museum with a very enthusiastic tour guide by the name of Smee, who even sent Killian off with a salute at the end of it.

His reply was an amused but also slightly exasperated, “I’m retired, mate.”

But as they left, his heart wasn’t as heavy as he’d expected, from being on a ship like that for the first time in ten years. He’d been snapped up by the FBI when his friend Robin got in contact and helped him get sober again. Killian hadn’t looked back. She’d obviously been able to tell, in the moments where he’d struggled. A simple swallow, or tension in his jaw had her hand finding his, or giving it a supportive squeeze if she was already holding it, or even just a moment where she took advantage of them having stopped to step a little closer.

It calmed the increased heartbeat, or soothed the tense muscles and he’d never been more glad of having someone he could trust by his side even if he dreaded the later explanation. He’d done it anyway, and she’d let him talk until he was done before gathering him into her arms.

“He’d be proud of you, of what you’ve managed to go on to do. Not so sure he’d have approved of me though,” she said with a self-deprecating smile.

“I like to think that if he’s proud of me, he’d want me to be happy, too…” the inferred ‘maybe you could make me happy’ lingering unsaid in the air between them. But there wasn’t the tension he’d expected to feel, the slow but immediate physical distance he’d almost been expecting her to put between them.

He wanted Emma – and Henry – to be part of his happiness. He wanted to be part of hers.

“Henry would have loved today,” she said with a sigh.

“Aye, but… I wanted to make sure I could get through a day like today before… I’d love to bring him here sometime, Swan,” he finished honestly.

Her smile was understanding and encouraging as she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a kiss.

“You’re already picking the kid up from school, I’m hardly going to say no to fun and educational, am I?” she replied as she pulled back. “Maybe… not without me just yet?” she said, dropping her gaze as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“He’s your son, that’s your call, it always will be,” he assured her, hooking a finger under her chin to tilt her lips up for another kiss. “So, what do you think, another museum, or more skating. I feel like I need to prove myself after last weekend’s embarrassing endeavour…” he added with a chuckle.

Emma smacked his shoulder with an indignant laugh, exclaiming, “I knew you were faking that for Henry!”

“Guilty, but I may have taught him a valuable life lesson…”

“Oh?”

“Mmmm… his mother always knows and it’s best not to try and trick her in any fashion,” he said with a smile as they started to walk back in the direction of Central Park.

“You talked to him about this weekend, didn’t you?”

“It may have come up… and in my defence he figured out I liked you before I went back to DC,” Killian added quickly. “Look, I… I just promised I’d do everything in my power to make sure you were alive when he got back, and… that if he called, we’d drop everything to be there, even if it was half an hour after Regina collected him from school. I sensed that knowing me and my gun were looking after you would make more difference than you being on your own for the weekend,” he was rambling by the time he got to the end of it, but she’d never once stopped smiling and Killian was pleased but surprised.

“You know, I haven’t really dated… I’ve had one-night stands when I knew I wasn’t going to have Henry, but… I’ve never introduced him to anyone. I didn’t make the choice to introduce him to you, you knew who he was and how important he was to me and I’ve never questioned your understanding of that.” Her voice was steady, nothing overly emotional, although he sensed it could turn that way in a heartbeat. “I needed this weekend to start to be able to move on just as much as Henry and Regina did. I took my kid on stakeouts because I couldn’t bear to see the fear in his eyes when I tried to walk out the front door without him. It was hard enough to let him go back to school, I…”

Killian squeezed her hand, and she took a deep breath.

“The way we met was shit, seeing the aftermath of what Henry went through in every flinch, every nightmare, breaks my heart. But I wouldn’t change knowing you for the world, Killian.”

“Aye, lass, I understand,” he said, shooting her a smile as he lifted her hand and pressed his lips to the back of it.

- - - - -

“There’s something on your mind,” Emma said as she set the spoon down in her empty bowl and leaned back in her chair.

Killian couldn’t help but notice the physical distance between them as an indicator that despite all they’d said today she was still worried about what he might be about to bring up.

“Aye,” he agreed.

At least he wasn’t going to try and deny it, that was something.

“Are you going to tell me?”

“Aye, I’d planned to talk about it this evening,” he admitted.

“So, two perfect dates and then… what… you’re not going to be able to come back?” she asked, swallowing against the lump in her throat.

“No, Love, God no,” he said, on his feet and rounding the table as he spoke. He didn’t give her a chance to push him away, pulling her to her feet and wrapping his arms around her. She gave him a moment with her head on his chest.

“Then what has you so worked up?” she insisted, pulling her head back to look up at him.

He sighed, brushing his fingers across her cheek. “You do, love,” he smiled down at her. He wished he’d been able to put it out of his mind for a little longer and just enjoy their time together. He slid his hands down his arms and twined their fingers together. “Come here,” he said, stepping towards the couch, for a couple of steps she didn’t move, their arms stretching out between them. He stopped before putting any real strain on their fingers. He knew the moment that worry crept into his gaze because he saw guilt flash in hers and she moved to join him.

He sat down on the sofa and pulled her down on top of him. For a moment neither of them said anything as she rested her head on his shoulder and he held her in his arms.

“I didn’t want to say anything until we’d given this a chance, until I’d taken you on a date or two and made sure it was worth even mentioning,” he explained carefully. “When I was in DC, I was looking at transfer options, to New York.” He stopped there and she looked up at him, confusion all over her face.

“You…” He was thinking about moving to New York? But his job was in DC, he couldn’t just… “Killian, I…”

“Emma, I was looking to see if there was a chance in hell of being able to make something happen in case my time here went well. It wasn’t exactly serious, I was looking to see what was available,” he explained quickly. She blushed. “But, before I left, my boss called me into his office… And he’s offered me and Robin promotions, here, in New York.”

“A promotion? Killian, that’s amazing!” she said, shifting in his lap to look at him with wide eyed excitement. “Still doing CARD stuff, right? This means you’d be here, but… without sacrificing anything, especially not for me…”

“How can you say that, Love?” he asked gently, hand moving to cup her cheek. “I faced gunfire for you,” he rested his forehead against hers. “I want to be clear, I would have taken any job to be able to give this a chance. But this promotion is… the most amazing opportunity, I’d get my own team instead of sharing with Robin. They want to start two new units here, because apparently they need more, and, we’d be able to help more families like… like yours, and I…” He took a deep breath. “This isn’t just about you, or just about the promotion. But the promotion does mean I could actually afford to live here, while continuing to do work that means something, not just to me, but the families I work with. And… it would give me the chance to see if this wonderful woman, who has an amazing son, who I went on two apparently perfect dates with,” a proud smirk crept onto his lips as he used her own words against her, “would like to see what number we can get up to…”

Emma smiled, blushing, and dropped her gaze before looking back at him.

“Killian…” she paused, looking into his eyes, uncertainty and doubt in her gaze but somehow, he knew it was about her not about him.

Yes, it was more complicated because he already knew Henry, but… she trusted him. She wanted to try, for the first time since she’d realised how much someone could hurt her by letting them in, she was willing to risk opening herself up to it again. Mostly because she realised she already had and pretending she hadn’t was just plain stupid at this point.

“So… did it go well?” she asked, with a cryptic smile on her face.

“What?”

“Your time in New York, with this wonderful woman, and her amazing son. Did it go well?” she asked with a hint more of a smile on her face as she let her fingers move up his arm and across his shoulders starting to toy with the hair peeking out the V-neck of his t-shirt.

“Aye, love, I think it did…” he grinned. His fingers stroked along her jaw, until they hooked under her chin while his thumb brushed over the dimple in the front of it for a moment, holding her still so he could smile down at her.

He pulled her in for a kiss, languid strokes of his tongue into her mouth building up to breathlessly pressing her down into the sofa cushions and being very thankful that this time, there was no Henry to interrupt them with a trip to the bathroom.

- - - - -

“Henry?” Emma mumbled into her phone when it started ringing in the middle of the night. Her heart rate picked up even before he’d said a word.

“I’m okay, Mom, I just… had a nightmare.”

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked gently, carefully sitting up in bed and leaning back against the pillows.

“Killian didn’t get there in time…”

“I’m okay, Henry, I promise,” she said quietly. Beside her, Killian stirred. His arm slipped around her waist and he pressed a kiss to her hip before resettling beside her. “I love you, kid.” Somehow, she managed to keep her voice even as her hand dropped to Killian’s head, fingers grazing through his hair.

“I love you too, Mom.”

There was silence on both ends for a long time. Emma didn’t want to push him to say anything else or push him to hang up, so she just let him be.

“How was your date?” he finally asked.

“Good, thank you,” she said with a smile. “Hey, did you want to invite Regina to lunch tomorrow?”

“If you want?”

“She’s your foster mother, Henry, this is your choice,” Emma insisted gently.

“She’s probably got stuff to do for work after having me all weekend. I don’t want to make her feel bad for saying no.”

“Alright kid, just let me know what you go with.”

“Okay, night, Mom.”

“Night, kid.” She waited for him to hang up first and then set her phone down with a sigh. She ran her hand through her hair and looked down at Killian, who was turning his head to press another kiss to her side. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise for caring about your son, Swan. We both know what it’s like to not have anyone to call after a nightmare,” he said sleepily.

Emma blinked rapidly, tears starting to fill her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, suddenly realising just how much he understood her need to be there for her son. How his losing Liam, and the nightmares that followed, how the loss of his parents that he’d talked about earlier too, had led to his ability to understand her and where she was coming from better than anyone else she’d ever met.

In return, it meant that she understood him.

She wasn’t just an open book; it was deeper than that.

He gently tugged her down to lie back under the covers.

“It’s okay, he’s fine, he’ll work through it,” he murmured into her shoulder.

“I could hear how scared he was,” she whispered, and he pulled her closer into him. “I hate that they hurt him like this and there’s nothing I can do.”

“You are doing everything you can,” he assured her quietly. “You’re doing so well, he’s doing so well, and I’m so proud of you both.”

Emma turned in his arms, and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“I wasn’t there, he needed me, and I wasn’t there,” she sobbed.

Killian didn’t say anything; he just wrapped his arms around her, stroking circles up and down her spine.

“You can’t be there all the time, Love, you have to live and let him live. Putting him in a bubble won’t fix this,” he said gently.

“I know.”

She’d put her heart in a bubble she’d only let Henry into, and it was breaking for him. Killian had slipped into the bubble and he was helping her hold her heart together.

They lay together for a long time, Emma feeling like she was trying to crawl inside him to hide from the world. He was letting her as much as he possibly could, holding her tight and tangling his legs with hers.

His heart was breaking for her. He’d never seen so much of the aftermath of things before. Sure, he’d testified in court about cases he’d worked, but he’d never seen a mother so desperate to do everything she could for her son to help him get past this. He’d stay awake at night, holding her while she cried every night he was here if that was what it took to get her through this, too. He was lost to this woman from the moment she’d burst into the Mayor’s office with her eyes blazing and more than ready to fight anyone to the death to save her son.

“Thank you for being here, Killian,” she whispered.

“Anytime, Emma,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her hair.

She fell asleep soon after that, but it took longer for him. He wanted to enjoy the feel of her in his arms. He wasn’t sure if he’d be relegated to the couch once Henry was back or not, and he wanted to remember this. He wasn’t looking forward to being back in DC.

- - - - -

Henry and Emma spent all afternoon cuddling on the sofa watching Netflix while Killian did a little work at his laptop to give them some space before offering to cook dinner. Emma tried to stop him, insisting she could do it herself. But he put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle smile and asked her to let him help by cooking dinner. So, she’d gone back to the couch, and Killian had started cooking. He’d snuck in a grocery shop run earlier in the week anyway, so he knew what was in the fridge better than she did.

He didn’t find himself relegated to the couch, but that didn’t mean he let her body drift away from his as they slept. He was going to miss this when he went back to work.

Amazingly, getting Henry to let go of Emma's hand and walk across the playground and into school was easier than Killian suspected. He took one look at the way Killian had his hand on Emma’s hip, looking around before looking back at him and smiled. He took a deep breath, grabbed both of them round the middle for a short moment and dashed inside before he could change his mind.

“One day at a time,” Emma muttered under her breath, her hand slowly falling from where it had been resting on her son’s head for as long as it possibly could. She took a deep breath and shot Killian a gentle smile to let him know she was okay.

That week, Killian started apartment hunting, figuring it was better to start now and have realistic expectations. He’d be given basic accommodations when he arrived, to tide him over until he found a place, but he couldn’t help but feel like nothing grabbed his attention. Nothing read right, and did he want three bedrooms, or two? He needed some kind of office, which he could lock, ideally. Did he need a guest room, was he ever going to have anyone to stay?

“I was thinking,” Emma said, almost hesitantly. “I have Wednesday off,” she continued, and Killian hummed in agreement waiting for her to go on. “Would you maybe like a local to come and look at apartments with you? I know a hell of a lot of the neighbourhoods first-hand, and… You’re going to need to find an apartment, right?”

Killian smiled.

“Aye,” he said. “I would be honoured if you’d lend me some local knowledge.”

Emma smiled back at him, her gaze leaving the road for a beat and meeting his before they quickly flicked back and her attention returned to driving.

He found a couple online that he wanted to look at, but without seeing them he couldn’t be sure if he liked them or not. Plus he didn’t really have any idea about the neighbourhoods and he still wasn’t exactly sure where he needed to be. Should he get a place near the office, or on an underground line that came out near the office?

This was going to be complicated.

So complicated in fact, that Wednesday saw them rejecting everything Killian had found. But Emma assured him that new properties came up all the time and that it had taken her months to find her current apartment.

They met up with Regina for dinner that evening, exhausted, but Henry’s session with Archie had been “Good” so all in all it wasn’t a bad day, even if Killian was a little dejected about not being able to find anything.

Worst case, he ended up staying in the pokey one bedroom apartment the FBI would find him longer than he’d initially planned. So what if he had to pay for storage? He had been able to buy his house in DC after all. So, he could rent that out fully furnished and bring only the bare minimum with him. A bed, his television, and cookware. That would continue to pay the mortgage without him having to sell. It would mean that if New York didn’t work out he could still go back, and that would take the pressure off whatever might happen, or not happen, with Emma. Find a cheap second-hand sofa to tide him over until he knew what he wanted to do. But would that send Emma the wrong message? That he was hesitant to commit to buying something in case this didn’t work out? Either way he’d still be here for work...

He returned to researching online, having at least somewhat of a better idea what he was looking for.

- - - - -

Sunday morning, with a week left of his holiday still to go, was a jarring return to reality as Killian’s phone blared from the bedside table. Seeing the number, he cleared his throat and sat up.

“Jones,” he said as quietly as he dared, trying not to disturb Emma.

“Killian, I am so sorry, mate,” Robin said, clearly meaning it. “We have to get down to Raleigh. They’re booking you a direct flight and I’ll swing by your place and grab you a couple of suits, do you need anything else?”

“I’ve got my laptop, I’ll need standard gear, I have my piece,” he rattled off. “How long do I have?”

“I’m closer, but because I’m getting stuff for you my flight isn’t leaving for two hours, they want you on a flight in less than that. You’ll get your holiday back, but we need you.”

“Okay, I’ll be ready to go the second I get the details,” he said before hanging up.

“What’s going on?” Emma muttered sleepily.

“Emma, love, I have to go in to work… In Raleigh, they don’t have another team available,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “They’re booking me a flight now.”

“Oh,” her voice was quiet, and he could see the sleepy disappointment written all over her face.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to come back here after,” he said quietly.

“I see,” she sat up next to him, hands folded in her lap. For a moment there was silence and neither of them said anything.

“I’m so sorry, Emma I…”

“I understand, Killian, your job is important. You have to go, you have to keep saving kids the way you saved Henry…” she said emphatically, cutting him off and taking his hands in hers. He could see the tears in her eyes. “Just… maybe don’t kiss anymore hysterical parents while you’re gone?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Love.” He cupped her face in one hand and pulled her in for a kiss before resting his forehead on hers.

“You should get ready; do you have time for a shower? I’ll put the coffee on…” Emma said, swallowing thickly and blinking her tears away as she groped around in the half dark for a pair of pants. She found a pair of his sweats and paused before pulling them on, then deliberately grabbed one of his t-shirts. “I’ll be keeping these,” she told him firmly.

He managed to grin at her, and then turned to get ready.

Fifteen minutes later, he was showered, packed and Emma had lent him a travel mug for his coffee. He was leaving some of his more casual clothes behind because he’d need room for his suits on the way home, but he had a feeling Emma wasn’t going to complain about having his clothes to wear. His phone pinged with his flight details and then a message telling him a car would be there any minute to take him to the airport.

“Text me when you land, and call me when you can I… I don’t care what time it is…” Emma said, her throat tight.

“You can call me, Emma, just… don’t panic if I can’t pick up, alright?”

She nodded, and he stepped in to hug her. He pulled her close and held her tight in his arms and he could feel her trying not to tremble as he held her, trying to hold it in.

“Be careful, please,” she murmured into his shoulder, feeling like there were steel bands around her chest and they were tightening painfully.

“Aye, love,” he assured her, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “I will.”

She looked up at him, and despite the tears in her eyes, her grip on his jacket was strong as she pulled him in for a kiss.

And boy, what a kiss.

All fire and passion, and this isn’t fair, but I understand.

When his phone pinged again, he was breathless, and she took a deliberate step back from him.

“Go, now, before I get my gun and hold you hostage,” she said, smiling in spite of her tears.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Thank you, for an amazing two weeks, Emma, best use of my paid holiday I’ve ever had,” he shot her a wink, grabbed his coffee, and walked out the door.

Emma had experienced many people walking away from her. And if it hadn’t been for the fact that she was certain he would walk back through her front door at some point soon, the promise to text when he landed and call as soon as he could… Emma would have broken right there in the middle of her living room. Instead, she took a deep breath, and lifted the front of the shirt to her nose, breathing in his scent, her thoughts turning to the clothes still in her closet.

She could make it through however long this ended up being without him.

She had to.

For now, she was going to allow herself this, she was going to cry herself back to sleep in a bed that felt too big and too cold and miss his arms being around her. When her alarm went off to get Henry ready for school, she was going to pull herself together, and answer her son’s questions about where Killian had gone. She was going to take him to school and go to work and get on with her life, because Killian would make his way back into it.

This was not the end. This was not goodbye. This was only for now.

- - - - -

They’d found him a military flight because nothing commercial was leaving within the time they wanted him on a flight. So, it took a little longer to get to the airport. But there was no line through security to contend with, just the hellishly uncomfortable seats. No enthusiastic ten-year-old waiting for him at the other end, just a moment to send a short text.

Landed safely, K x

The hotel room was stark and unwelcoming as any other he’d been put up in, but when the alternative was another week in Emma’s arms… it just felt… empty.

He shook it off and opened his laptop, getting started on reviewing the case files he’d been sent while he was in the air.

CEO of an oil company, whose twelve-year-old daughter had been snatched on a school trip. He hoped this guy wasn’t an ass and did as he was told.

- - - - -

Predictably, Henry was very concerned about Killian’s absence when he emerged from his bed that morning. But after a quick conversation and Emma’s insistence that Killian unexpectedly leaving was not a good enough reason for him to miss even more school, he got ready for the day.

And so, the week went on.

Killian called when he could, but she refused to call him when she woke in the middle of the night. She wasn’t going to disturb him while he was on a case. She was a big girl, and she could look after herself.

But she missed him, and she told him so. He returned the sentiment every time.

- - - - -

Back in DC, he and Robin both handed in their applications for the two positions they’d been offered in New York. Killian was glad the move wasn’t about to leave his partner behind, and that they’d still be able to call on each other if they needed to. They were getting the promotions, but officially they had to apply for the position. Killian didn’t mind that, it made it feel slightly more like he’d earned it rather than being handed it.

For a few weeks, work continued as normal, interspersed with more online apartment hunting. It was frustrating, and he missed Emma and Henry, who more often than not called him on the way home from school at the end of the day. He was keen to tell Killian about his day and hear about his even if he was far from finishing his workday. FBI hours could be killer, up to ten-hour days, on call unless you were officially on holiday. Even then if they needed you, you jumped and you didn’t need to ask how high.

One thing he did know was that if he wasn’t going to be moving to New York for his job soon, he would have become very frustrated with how little time he was going to be spending with Emma. He’d never met anyone that he yearned to be able to just be with like this. He didn’t care if they were falling asleep on the sofa or doing tourist things with Henry. He just wanted to be there to help and treat her the way she deserved.

Finding an apartment was a step towards that.

“Killian,” Emma said with a sigh a couple of weeks later when she’d called him from a stakeout, sensing the frustration in his texts. “Why are you pushing yourself to find an apartment before you get here?”

“I…” he paused, not really sure what to say.

“I already told you that finding somewhere that’s right, is going to take time. I know we didn’t find anywhere remotely close when you were still here, but we had fun looking, didn’t we?”

“Yes, but even when I move to New York, I’m not suddenly going to have more free time, Swan. I’ll still be just as busy, still be called to leave town in the middle of the night…” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself for not being able to express why this was so important to him. “I don’t want to waste the free time I have with you on looking for an apartment,” he admitted.

“Killian, I’m not some twenty-two-year-old bimbo you need to impress or sweep off her feet. We… this… isn’t that superficial. It’s… real and supportive and if that means the time we spend together is looking at more apartments than we thought humanly possible until you find the right one…”

“I know, but…” his protest quickly interrupted because she wasn’t done talking yet.

“But what, Killian, it takes as long as it takes, and like you said the FBI has apartments and you’d be able to use one of those until you find something…”

“I know…”he growled as she talked over him again.

“But… that’s not what this is about, is it?”

“I… no, no I guess it isn’t,” he admitted with another sigh. He looked out of his bedroom window at the dark sky. He hadn’t had his almost daily conversation with Henry today because Regina had picked him up from school so that Emma could carry on her stake out well into the night, which was why they’d been texting all day and evening.

Emma didn’t say anything, waiting for him to speak, and he appreciated that.

It was one thing to be stuck on the phone with her when she was two hundred miles away… but being dragged out of her bed in the middle of the night… or being within a few miles of her and unable to see her… was somehow something he was looking forward to even less. But he didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Are you… having second thoughts about this?” she asked quietly.

“No. God, no.” His voice was firm as he replied, he wanted her to know that he meant it.

“Then what…? Shit, Killian I have to go…”

And she hung up. Just like that.

He knew it was because her skip had suddenly appeared and she needed to go after them, this was her livelihood after all, but her quick dismissal at that point in their conversation stung in a way he hadn’t been expecting.

He took a deep breath and opened his messages, taking a quick flick back through some of their more amusing threads of conversation. He let his mind calm as he lingered on a picture she’d sent of her and Henry.

Hope you get the scumbag, Swan. It’s complicated to explain, but I promise you that the last thing I’m having is second thoughts. Sweet dreams when you get there, let me know you’re safe. K x

[fearfulkittenwrites]

Baby, I’m jealous

Word Count: 1554

Notes: Hello, @pin-a-pin! I hope this fills your request for this years damijon gift exchange! I had fun writing this, and I hope you'll enjoy reading <3

Jon grinds his teeth. If they weren’t indestructible, they’d surely break due to the sheer strength of his jaw. He tries his best to stop it, because after all, if his teeth become crooked or grew out of place, there wouldn’t be braces in the world that would be able to set them straight, but he can’t help it. Something about that girl really gets to him. And the worst part was how Damian seems to defend her whenever she is brought up in conversation.

“I do not understand what is the issue with her, Jon.” Damian scoffs as they walk into class “She’s just another student. If you dislike her so much, just ignore her.” The boy places his backpack on the floor, taking his seat.

“I can’t.” Jon whines, sitting on Damian’s desk and ignoring the other’s scowl “She’s everywhere! Always doing something that gets on my nerves.” He glances back to the door, where she is talking and laughing with her friends “Look at her! Laughing like that, who does she think she is.” He mutters.

Damian looks at him as if he was an alien (which, granted, half of him was); partly disgusted, partly confused, completely weirded out by his friend's behaviour.

“You get along with everyone, Kent. Why can’t you get along with her?”

“B-Because...!” He moves his hands around, mouth open, trying to put the argument he definitely had into words “Look! She’s so... Ugh!” Damian rolls his eyes “Ugh. Whatever. You never get anything, anyways.” Jon slides out of his desk and makes his way to his place, a little upset with the previous exchange.

He sulks in his spot, watching as she takes her place next to Damian, all smiles and good mood. Jon rolls his eyes, angry. He was also all smiles and good mood, but the way she did it was insufferable and wrong. It annoys him.

The worst part is knowing that he hates her because she may someday have something he knows he can’t have; Damian’s heart. As class starts, he feels his gut sinking more and more, thinking of all the things she would get that he wouldn’t, of all the things he’d say to her and not him, all the soft touches and looks he’d give her instead of him.

He feels sick.

Of course Damian wouldn’t hate her. She’s pretty, polite and lovely. She talks to him and asks for pencils and he gives them with little hesitation. She’s obviously the one he wants. The one he’ll be calling ‘beloved’ with that posh and over-the-top accent of his. The one he’ll be coming home to after patrols. The one he’ll... Oh God. How could he face him now, after this realization had hit him so hard and suddenly? Jon lifts his hand.

“Yes, Jon?” The teacher asks.

“May I please go to the restroom, ma’am?” He asks. The teacher hesitates for a moment, but since it was Jon, ‘the good student’ Jon asking, she decides to let him go.

He rushes into one of the stalls, tears falling down his eyes as he locks himself in and cries into his hands.

Back in the classroom, Jon’s distress as he left didn’t go unnoticed. Damian ponders on what that could be, getting a little distracted from the lecture in front of him. He tries to piece together what made Superboy leave in such a hurry. Unless there was any kryptonite in the classroom he surely wasn’t physically sick, so his distress must have originated in an emotional issue.

Damian’s mind ran through the conversations they had today, starting from Jon complaining about his parents, to discreetly discussing their current mission, to Jon complementing his drawings, to him demanding that Jon properly cared for the tangled mane he called hair (it could be so beautiful if he just used a comb every now and then, so soft and fluffy), to... The girl he hates. Coincidentally, the same girl that sits next to him in class and looks at him with lovestruck eyes. And then something clicks inside of Damian, and he puts his hand up, no time to think of anything else, to worry about anything else.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Smith, I think I should check on my friend. He wasn’t feeling well this morning and might require some assistance.” Damian lies through his teeth with ease. He isn’t sure if this is a skill that would impress or disappoint his father.

“Okay Damian, go ahead.” She says.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Damian zooms out of the classroom, walking into the closest men’s restroom. It’s almost empty, only one of the stalls closed and locked. Little sniffles fill the bathroom. He clicks his tongue loudly.

“D-Damian?” Jon asks.

“You were wrong, Jon.” He says, walking towards the stall Jon was occupying.

“About what, Damian?” Jon sounds angry, which might have sounded intimidating in different circumstances, but right now he has a stuffy nose and it makes him sound so utterly adorable in Damian’s ears that the boy had to smile “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not really in the mood to take your teasings.”

“Open the door.”

There is a moment of silence, and Damian waits patiently for his reply. The door clicks open and Damian walks in.

“-tt-. Look at the mess you’ve made of yourself.” Damian starts, holding Jon’s chin and examining Jon’s tear stricken cheeks. He pulls out some toilet paper “And for what? Nothing.” He complains, wiping away the tears and rubbing the paper at Jon’s runny nose before tossing it in the trash bin.

“What? What are you talking about?” Jon asks, a little scared as he watches Damian pull one more piece of paper, patting away at his cheeks and eyes with surprisingly delicate hands. This was the most Damian had ever touched him ever since they met, if you don’t count the spars and fights. It was definitely the most gentle touch he had ever offered Jon.

“I do understand some things, sometimes.” Damian replies, still cleaning Jon’s face as best as he can “And I definitely understand you.”

“Damian, what are you-”

“Sh.” Damian shushes him “I’m not done. I can see why you don’t like her.” He smiles a little, not looking into Jon’s eyes “And... I’m glad you don’t like her. But you don’t have to hate her anymore.”

“What... What do you mean?”

“I thought I told you I wasn’t done.” Damian stops the movements on Jon’s face, and the other rolled his eyes. Damian resumes wiping the tears away from Jon’s face “You’re... I’m...” He takes a deep breath, getting the words in order before speaking up again “You’re Superboy. And I’m Robin.” He swipes Jon’s nose again, tossing away the paper and looking up at the other “But there is another Superboy. And there have been many Robins before me.”

“I don’t-”

“Shut it. I’m trying to make a point.” Jon keeps quiet and sustained eye contact, a little annoyed “So, if we’re not unique in that aspect, what sets us apart from our predecessors?” Jon opens his mouth “That was rhetorical, don’t answer.” Jon shuts his mouth “We have different fighting styles, and different weapons, and different lives. But at the end of the day, in my eyes, what truly makes us different from them is... Us.” Damian swallows, doing his best to keep his gaze fixated into the other’s sky blue eyes “Because... No matter how many Robins there may be... I’m the only Robin that’s yours.” Damian stops to take a deep breath, whispering the next words “And you’re the only Superboy that’s mine. So please, stop making such a mess out of your beautiful face over a girl that will never be able to meddle in what we have.”

Jon is stunned. How... where did this come from? Was all of the teasing, screaming, shouting, cursing, just a way to... flirt? For how long... how much time had he wasted?

“Damian, I...” His voice cracks “I don’t know what to say.”

“Am I wrong?” Damian lifted an eyebrow, in that confident, over analytical way he always did. Jon felt his heart skipping a beat.

“No.”

“Then don’t say anything.” Damian pulls the taller boy down by the collar of his shirt, kissing him. It doesn’t take long for Jon to realize what was happening and pull him closer by his waist, wanting this moment to last forever, needing to have Damian as close as possible before he woke up from what clearly was a dream. But then they pull away, and Damian doesn’t struggle away from his touch, doesn’t kick and scream at him, doesn’t disappear into a poof of black smoke.

Instead, Damian smiles and cups his cheek.

“I... God, this was...” Jon inhales sharply, unable to find words that could describe the way he felt.

“I know.” Damian answers simply, touching their foreheads together “I wished it didn’t happen in a bathroom, but I couldn’t risk it.” Jon chuckles at that.

“Did I do it right?” He asks softly, hands running up and down Damian’s sides.

“I think so.”

“Well, was it good?”

“Yes.”

“Can you elaborate?”

“It was... nice.”

“And?”

“Soft.”

“And?”

“Jon, for the love of God,” He grabs the taller boy’s cheeks “Just shut up and do it again.”

Hey! If you made it this far and you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging? It helps spread my fics and makes me super happy! Regardless, thank you for reading and happy holidays!

[yikesharringrove]

how do u feel abt doing smth like a modern au where billy is like , all this punk rock and teen angst and leather nd jean jackets kinda of thing and steve is the exact opposite of him with fluffy skirts and soft polos nd just really soft and they two have seen eachother but dont actually talk to one another until they have a school project and they just. fall in love overtime? basically , femme steve + punk rock billy falling in love.

(pt. 2) also!! happy 21st birthday 💓💕💗💖💕

The university had a strict core curriculum, meaning that Steve was ten minutes late for his Philosophy of the Modern Era class.

He couldn’t find the room, was wandering around in this basement with his schedule written on the back of his hand. He was peering at room numbers and muttering to himself 067 067 067.

“You looking for that philosophy class?” Steve turned around at the voice.

The guy was stomping down the hallway in big leather boots. His jeans were ripped and shredded, and he was wearing a black t-shirt with pink font reading Dog Park Dissidents. His denim jacket was covered in pins and patches and sharpie drawings. He had Silence = Death written on one of the pockets, Being nice IS punk rock was scrawled down one arm.

“Yeah, that modern era one?” The guy smiled and nodded, reaching forward to shake Steve’s hand. His eyes were a startling blue, lined with a thin smudge on black. His hair was wild and curly, shaved on each side into this beachy looking mohawk. He had his nose and his eyebrow pierced, along with several in his ears.

“Billy Hargrove.”

“Steve Harrington.” Steve could feel the tips of his ears go red as Billy looked him up and down. He was wearing something cute for the first day of class, a chunky white cardigan over a soft pink peasant dress. He had gotten up early to do his makeup well, and was late to class anyway because this stupid building was a fucking maze.

They set off down the hall together, looking at each door they passed by.

“Oh shit. Pretty Boy, I think I got it.” Steve flushed slightly at being called pretty, still not used to being able to dress like this in public. Billy wrenched open the door, and stomped in, not a care in the world for being twenty minutes late.

The professor raised his eyebrow.

“And what were you two doing out in the hall?”

“I’m sorry, we couldn’t find the room.” Steve’s cheeks were hot as he was standing at the front of the class.

“That’s okay. you have missed class introductions, to please say your names, pronouns and majors.”

“Billy Hargrove, he/him, double majoring in literature and social work.”

“Steve Harrington, he/they. I’m also a double major in education and early childhood development.” The professor made a note on his role sheet.

“Thank you, you may sit down.” Steve went for the back of the room, flopping into the first empty seat he could find, ducking his head as he quietly got his laptop out. Billy had stomped into the seat next to him, had gotten out a notebook and proceeded to doodle in it for the rest of class.

He sat next to Billy every Monday Wednesday and Friday from 9:20-10:35 and and outside of their ten minute search for the classroom, they had yet to say anything to one another.

It certainly didn’t help that Steve was harboring a little crush on the guy. He would watch him in class, the way he would doodle little sunflowers in the margins of his notes, smiling softly at them.

“So, for the rest of the semester you will be working in pairs. I want you to go through the readings we have completely and work together with the philosophers we have discussed to create your own system for the modern era. How do you believe society exists now?” Billy turned to Steve, grinning at him.

“You wanna be my partner?” Steve gave a sheepish smile, his heart racing.

“I, um. Yes. Yeah, I’ll be your partner.” Steve dug his phone out of the tight pocket of his skirt, trading with Billy. He put his number under Steve Harrington - Modern Era Philosphy.

“You wanna get coffee after class, start working through our beliefs?”

“Um, sure. I don’t have class until, like, 3:30 today.” Billy grinned again and fucking winked at Steve. He needed to calm the fuck down.

“So basically, a lot of my beliefs are based on the punk message.” Billy was sipping at his black coffee, had laughed and said should’ve fucking known when Steve ordered a large mocha with extra chocolate syrup, and whipped cream. “I’m a very live and let live person, but I believe everyone should live and let live. If someone is trying to dictate how others should exist, they’re fucking garbage.”

“Okay, I actually really agree with that.”

“That’s because you’re punk rock.” Steve laughed, but Billy’s eyes were serious. “No seriously, there’s nothing more punk rock than being unapologetically yourself.”

“When did you get into punk philosophy?”

“When I was in high school. My dad was a real prick, and I was angry, and a lot of punk is loud and pissed off and it helped, but then I started going to shows, and talking to people, and it’s not what you’d expect. Everyone at a show is like a weird family for a night. If someone comes in and tries to fuck with someone, the family deals. I can’t tell you how many fights I saw that broke out because someone was perving on a girl, and these other guys started protecting her. And that only grew as I started getting into queercore.”

Steve was listening to Billy, eyes wide as he described stories from shows, how he had jumped in on fights to defend the family, how he would walk girls home or to their cars parked a ways down the street, how he knew everyone would do the same for him.

“God, I wish I had a community like that. I didn’t really have anyone growing up. You know, token queer in a small town kinda vibe.” Billy smiled at him sympathetically.

“That why you came out to San Fransisco?”

“Oh yeah. Wanted to come somewhere where, this, didn’t matter.” He gestured to himself. “I just don’t get why it bothers people. I just do it because it makes me happy. I don’t know why it concerns anyone else.” Billy was nodding vigorously.

“Exactly. That’s the whole truth about being queer. People hate you for something that has nothing to do with them. It’s completely wack. Like if I’m with someone in whatever capacity, we’re both consenting adults. It literally doesn’t matter.”

“Do you think we could expand upon this enough for our project? Talk about how we feel the world should just stop caring about what other people do if it has nothing to do with them.” Billy grinned.

“I think we could make something happen.”

They began getting coffee after each class, taking through their project, finding resources to back up the ideas they had discussed. The more time they spent together, the more Steve liked Billy, liked how sweet he was, how positive. They talked about having terrible parents, how Billy’s dad had kicked him out at sixteen for being gay, how he had lived with friends, saving up to get himself through college. They talked about how Steve’s dad had found his stash of makeup and threw it all away, making sure it was ruined and broken. How disappointed his father was that he was studying to become a teacher.

There was one Friday they had met up and stayed all day in the coffee shop stayed until the 5 pm closing.

“You wanna come over? I have a single room. We can keep working.” Billy grinned at Steve like he always did, showing off all his white teeth. So they walked side by side to Steve’s room.

Steve kept his room neat, a habit left over from overbearing parents who would shame him into cleaning his room.

Steve’s room was exactly how Billy imagined.

He had soft white lights, a full length mirror on one wall. His bed was covered in pillows, duvets, and even a few stuffed animals. The wall above the bed was covered in pictures of Steve back home, several with a group of younger kids, and a lot with a blonde girl.

“This your girlfriend?” Steve snorted.

“No, that’s Robin. She and I are just really close friends.”

“What’s with the kids?” Steve blushed.

“I babysat all through high school, and those kids kinda adopted me as their pseudo parent. It was a lot of driving them all over town.”

“That’s cute. That why you wanna teach?”

“Yeah, I’m good with kids.” Steve had plopped himself on the made bed. He watched as Billy took off his heavy boots, placing them neatly by the door before stepping onto Steve’s plush grey rug. His socks were thick wool and had little cartoon dogs on them. Steve was in love.

Billy sat with Steve on the bed. He was taking a closer look at the photos.

“I could see that for you. You’re a caring type.” Steve looked down as his feet, could feel his face getting hot.

“Why did you pick social work?”

“When I was a kid, CPS would be called to our place like, once every few months. My dad was a real good schmoozer, so I would always just be left with him. I wanna be able to help kids get out of bad situations.”

“God, and you call me a caring type. You’re gonna save the world.” Billy laughed.

“The children are the future. I’ll save ‘em, you teach ‘em.” When Steve looked up, Billy was leaning closer into Steve’s space. He had a soft smile on his face. His eyes were bright and beautiful and so fucking blue. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can you, what?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Why?” Billy still hadn’t leaned back.

“‘Cause I have a big dumb crush on you, and I think you have one on me.” Steve’s face was pink.

“I, uh, yeah. Go, go for it.” Billy laughed, taking Steve’s face in both hands. He leaned in, just gently pressing their lips together.

“So, was I right?”

“Yes. Very much so.” Billy laughed again, loud and sweet, pressing another kiss to Steve’s lips.

“You wanna go on a date? A real one? Not just us getting coffee and pretending we both weren’t totally into each other.” Steve snorted again.

“Yeah, I would really like that.”