🎤Ronancetober Day 5: Multiverse📝
Is it alright to feel this way so early?
She doesn’t like reporters, They’re intrusive and irritating and seems to do their best to interpret her answers to their questions completely wrong. This is why she banned reporters at her performances; no annoying journalists, no wicked photographers aside from the ones she hired herself.
“Thank you, everyone! Good night!” Robin blows a kiss to the audience and waves as she walks off stage. She passes the mic to one of the stagehands and heads to her dressing room, closing the door and sighing. She then wipes her face with a towel and slumps onto the couch. She loves performing, she really does, but it’s been difficult lately; since she publicly announced her breakup with her girlfriend Vickie - another singer - she’d received backlash online and in person.
She gets up and looks through her closet for something more comfortable to wear, deciding on some sweatpants and a sweater. She walks over to the folding screen to get changed and-
“Holy shit,” she practically jumps out of her skin when she finds a woman standing behind the partition, “who the hell are you?”
The curly-haired woman chuckles nervously, “I’m Nancy Wheeler?”
“Did we have an appointment? Sorry, I’ve just been kinda forgetful lately-,” Robin pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Well, uh, no,” Nancy says, and Robin’s jaw sets as she pulls a little notepad out of her pocket and untucks a pen from behind her ear.
“Nope, I don’t speak to reporters, bye,” Robin turns, but the woman grabs her arm.
“Wait!” Robin turns back around reluctantly; the reporter’s striking blue eyes meet hers, “People have been giving you a real hard time lately and I wanted to give a real, honest perspective,”
Robin knows how she feels about journalists, but this gorgeous woman is looking up at her with such determination and her soft hand still lingers around Robin's wrist.
“Fine,” Robin gives in, “but any overstepping and I’m done,”
“That’s perfectly fine,” Nancy smiles and walks off to the couch, “I’ll let you get changed,”
Soon Robin’s sat on her couch next to a cute reporter quickly scribbling things down while she talks, trying not to stare too much when Nancy tucks a strand of her behind her ear, looking up and Robin and grinning after something she had just said.
“I mean, I loved collaborating with Steve and his band, but I just know there’s always gonna be a prank; he’s been doing this for years, you know, we’ve been best friends since college,” a grin tugs at Robin’s mouth.
“What prank did they pull?” Nancy looks up from her notes, genuine interest on her face.
“Swapped my toothpaste for lotion,” Robin laughs a little at the memory, “my mouth tasted like lavender the whole day,”
Nancy laughs too; the sound is sweet as honey to Robin’s ears, clear and purely joyful.
They talk for hours, questions turn into friendly conversation, and the notepad and pen have been abandoned on the coffee table as Robin eventually tries to move closer to the journalist little by little.
They’re sat so close now they’re almost touching, and their hands keep brushing together where they rest on the couch, making Robin’s heart give a flutter every time. Her eyes keep flicking to the speckling of moles on the girl’s hands, following the trail up her arms and to her face, stopping at her jaw when Nancy asks her a question.
“Do you… ever wish for something more?”
That makes Robin wonder. She’s happy perusing music, right? She has friends, more than enough money to get by, enjoys songwriting and playing and singing but; part of her still craves something more.
She thought she could find more with Vickie; they’d met at an awards evening and started hanging out afterward. Hangouts turned into going out on dates and soon they were one of the internet’s favorite celebrity couples. And it was nice, people loved that Vickie and Robin were together, Robin was glad they were together.
But something about their relationship felt artificial. Like they were pressured to date because they were two queer celebrities who started getting close. Like the reality of their picture-perfect relationship stopped at the pictures caught of them walking had-in-hand in the street or sharing food at a restaurant. With Nancy, however…
The reporter’s fingers intertwine with Robin’s.
“I suppose so,” Robin offers a slow, quiet reply, “I guess… it’s difficult to tell what’s real and what’s fake when it comes to relationships with people,”
“Is this real?” Nancy asks almost shyly, those sapphire blue eyes looking up at Robin.
“I think so,”
Robin leans in first, slowly, but Nancy quickly closes the space between them and this kiss feels like magic. It feels more real than anything else Robin has experienced; as if they were meant to meet, meant to find whatever this blossoming feeling was, under any circumstances.
But for now, it was new, and they pulled away to catch their breaths and take the other in. Their hands are still intertwined on the couch, fitting together perfectly and feeling so right and real and it makes Robin want to kiss Nancy all over again.
But, they start off slow; little dates away from paparazzi and expectations, tucked away on little picnics or watching movies snuggled up next to eachother. Nancy relishes in watching Robin write her music, helping her find the right lyrics and singing along with her. Robin gets up each morning with Nancy to make her coffee while she stews over her next article.
Robin becomes familiar with the moles that scattered across Nancy’s person, her curls and the way she styles them, the depth of her eyes, and the love they looked at her with, just as they had done many times before.
Robin Buckley is sure she was meant to meet Nancy Wheeler, in any universe.
The fic and title totally aren’t inspired by Softly by Clairo /sarc
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NRC'S PAINT CHIP PROJECT! — green with envy
"wanting to be special to you. wanting to be the only one you touch. wanting you."
You were Malleus’s first true friend.
He treasures you in every form, in every mood you come to him in. There’s a glow about you when you’re happy, a cloud around you when you’re upset, and a flame around you when you’re angry. There’s a myriad of other emotions he sees in you, disgust and love and amusement and awe and calmness and anxiety, and each one is more fascinating than the last.
He wants to draw every single one out of you and see how you deal with them. He wants to pick you apart and know every single thing about you because it seems wrong not to know.
But others know.
Others know you just as well, if not better than he does, and it irritates him.
There’s a small, immature part of him that feels the urge to summon lightning and strike down his competition because that’s what they are, right?
He believes humans call his emotion jealousy. He wasn’t aware he could feel something this gut-wrenching, but he supposes you’re such a curious little thing that you’d spawn feelings like this within him without even knowing.
That’s true, you don’t know what you do to him, do you?
Naivety doesn’t suit you.
He wants to be your first friend. He wants to be as special to you as you were to him. He doesn’t want to lose you. No one has ever touched his heart the way you can, and Malleus knows nobody else will ever get as deep into his soul as you did.
You dug your way through the towering stone walls with your own two hands, and the second you broke through, the whole wall he'd built over centuries and centuries crumbled completely. He wishes you weren’t so kind. He wishes your presence wasn’t so comforting and he wishes there was a feasible reason to hate you because he can’t stand being this dependent on you.
You would tell him that you’re not the only kind person in the world.
As Malleus sees you talking and laughing with friends that are him, he hopes you’d be wrong.
He doesn’t want to feel this jealous feeling ever again.
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I just realized that Sanji accidentally got the whole crew addicted to nicotine through second hand smoking. Like, during WCI everyone was So Anxious, obviously because Sanji was gone, but also because the are literally addicted to Sanji's presence (the nicotine, the smell of food, his cologne, everything about him)
Them accidentally getting a nicotine addiction is actually so funny✨
I bet when Chopper heard everyone's complaints about how they felt after Sanji left he was like 'uh oh'. Usopp complains about how he's so anxious he's stress eating and Zoro is suddenly soo aggressive with everyone and can't fall asleep, the whole crew feels like they're going to starve to death without him, their nerves are all completely fried and after a bit Chopper puts the pieces together and is like 'Damn, that bitch gave us all an addiction.'
It also got me thinking about poor Zoro.. You know those girls that joke about putting nicotine patches on their partners after sex ? That's what Sanji has basically done to him. Because after every encounter they have Sanji lights a cigarette and blows the first hit in his face to be a dick. Neither of them ever thought about the long term consequences, Zoro just thinks it's hot and Sanji thinks it's funny.
One of the main reasons Zoro didn't go to WCI with Luffy is because he was the one with the worst withdraw symptoms. Like the trip to Zou from Dressrosa was already really shitty because he was having trouble. But then they find out Sanji's gone and everything and Zoro is like 'Yeah, I'm gonna have to sit this one out.' Because they were already pushing it letting Luffy go on what is supposed to be a stealth mission, bringing Zoro when he's like a second away from going apeshit over Sanji withdraws would be a terrible idea.
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