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for @penny00dreadful
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Chapter 3: The Emerald City
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Steve woke up to snowflakes tickling his nose, and the familiar sound of Robin rambling.
No, not Robin, The Scarecrow, he reminded himself as he blinked his eyes open, because they were still stuck in Oz trying to get back home.
He never thought he’d be so desperate to see Hawkins again.
Wait—snowflakes?
“Oh, it does help! Look, they're waking up!” The Scarecrow cheered. “Steve, Eddie, Lion?! Are you alright?”
“Unusual weather we’re having.” The Lion muttered, letting out a huge yawn to Steve's left.
To his right, where he still faced—where their hands were still laced together between their bodies because neither of them had let go even in sleep—Eddie began to stir.
“Steve?”
Steve sat up, pulling Eddie up along with him and into his arms, crushing the other boy to his chest. The snowfall slowed to a stop as they held each other.
Eddie pulled back, running his hands up and down Steve’s shoulders, arms, and chest, as if he was searching him for wounds, before they found their way to Steve’s face, gently wiping away the wetness left behind by the melting snow.
“Are you okay?” Eddie asked.
Steve stared back at him, feeling lightheaded and a little breathless, unsure if it was due to the poppies or the way Eddie was handling him like he was something precious. ”I think so, w–what about you?”
“Better now.” Eddie smiled, tilting his head as he fully cupped Steve’s cheek.
The touch was warm and gentle, and the look in Eddie’s eyes so tender that Steve couldn’t help turning away to blush—the butterflies waging assault in his stomach returning with a vengeance.
The move had him looking back at the others for the first time, and while The Scarecrow was helping The Lion to his feet, The Tin Woman stood behind them, frozen.
“Damn, the snow—it’s got her rusted again.”
Eddie pushed himself to his feet and offered Steve a hand up. He teetered for a second on the heels, forgetting for a moment that he was even wearing them, but quickly righted himself, and together they searched through the tall flowers until they found the oil can—getting right to work on the Tin Woman’s many joints.
“Do you think it really was the snow that woke us up?” Steve said, passing the can over to Eddie so he could get the other side of their new friend.
Eddie nodded, pursing his lips as he glanced at the clouds above with suspicion. “I think it’s likely that Glinda had something to do with it. Like maybe she’s been watching us.”
Steve rolled his eyes. He didn’t blame Eddie for being wary after everything they’d been through, but he couldn't help wanting to trust The Good Witch. Maybe it was only because she looked like Joyce, but he was pretty sure she was a genuinely good person.
“We should get out of this field quickly then, before it all melts, and not look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“Y’know, I never understood that expression. I mean, it’s ridiculous! Why a horse? Who is looking in a horse’s mouth anyways? And what the fuck does any of it have to do with gift receiving?!”
The short speech had the air of an old Eddie Munson lunch table tirade, and Steve had to stifle a laugh. “I don't know, never really thought about it I guess.”
After one last treatment of oil to her knee, The Tin Woman was good to go, quickly thanking them before rushing off to check on The Lion. Steve shook his head as he watched them together, supposing some things were the same in every universe.
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Once they got moving again it didn’t take long to reach the front gates of The Emerald City. Unfortunately, they were locked up tight with no one around and nothing indicating a way to proceed save for a bit of rope hanging next to the entrance.
After examining it for a moment Eddie shrugged, and pulled, setting off the ringing of a bell.
A hidden window cut into the thick doors burst open above their heads, revealing a guard in a tall fuzzy green hat, who looked suspiciously like Steve’s ex-best friend, Tommy Hagan, though he knew better by now than to think it actually was.
“Who’s out here ringing that damn bell!”
“Uh–” Steve’s eyes slid sideways, sharing a confused look with Eddie before reaching his arm up high to wave in front of the guy’s face. “We are? Can’t you see us?”
“Of course I can see you.” The guard looked down his nose. “Can’t you read?”
“Read what?” Steve asked.
“The notice!”
Eddie threw his hands up. “What notice?”
The guard looked all around, heaving a put-upon sigh before reaching somewhere behind him, producing a sign that he strung up without a word before ducking away, slamming his little window closed.
“Bell out of order, please knock.” The Tin Woman read aloud.
“Sounded like it worked just fine to me.” Eddie grumbled.
“Stop screwing around and let us in, man!” Steve shouted.
The Tin Woman squeezed past them and rapped her knuckles against the gate three times. “Let's just play their game so we can get inside.”
The little window popped back open immediately, though the guard looked no less annoyed. “That’s more like it! Now, what do you want?”
“We’re here to see The Wizard.” Steve said.
“The Wizard?” The guard scoffed. “No one gets to see the Great Oz, even I’ve never seen him!”
“Then how do you know there is one?” The Scarecrow asked.
“Well b-b-because,” he stuttered. “It doesn't matter! Get lost, you’re wasting my time.”
“But the Good Witch of the North sent us!”
The guard narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”
Steve looked at each of his companions, scrambling for any idea of what might serve as proof, when suddenly Eddie perked up, snapping his fingers. “The shoes! He’s wearing the ruby slippers she gave him!”
The guard leaned over the edge of his cubby hole to look, gasping when he set eyes on Steve’s feet, and completely changed his tune. “Oh, well alright then! Why didn’t you say that in the first place? That's a horse of a different color! Of course you can come in!”
“Enough with the horse metaphors already!” Eddie huffed.
The Scarecrow tilted her head. “I think it’s less of a metaphor and more of an idiom.”
Eddie scowled. “I thought you didn’t have a brain, Scarecrow?”
The gigantic doors that served as gates to the city finally swung open, granting them entrance to a grand center, where people of all shapes and sizes, dressed in various shades of vibrant green, bustled about.
The guard reappeared to shake Steve’s hand, having come down from his perch, and was now joined by a female guard that resembled—who else—Carol Perkins. Just like their real world counterparts, now that Steve had proved himself to be someone important, they seemed more than happy to be associated—with him at least.
“So, The Wizard?” Eddie prompted.
“Not so fast.” The female guard said, looking Eddie up and down with clear disdain. “I think we’d better take you someplace to clean up a bit first.”
Steve opened his mouth to tell her where she could shove her attitude, but Eddie spoke first.
“Thanks, but no thanks. We don't have time for a makeover montage. Take us to The Wizard, or—“
“Or what?”
The one who looked like Tommy puffed up his chest, and Steve had officially had enough. He stepped between the guard and Eddie, jabbing him hard in the chest. “Hey buddy, we’ve fought monsters, okay? We can take two stuck up dickheads, so I suggest you back off and take us where we want to go.”
The guard cast his eyes around nervously. They were starting to draw the attention of passers by now. “Fine, follow me.”
As the pair led their group across the square, Steve finally let himself relax enough to take a good look around. He marveled at the floor, so dark green it looked almost black, and buffed to such a high shine that he could see his reflection in it as they walked.
As usual, they didn't get far before something went wrong.
Frantic whispers broke out amongst the crowd, with many citizens pointing up into the air with worried expressions, making them all stop in their tracks to look up too, just as the words: Surrender Steve & Eddie, began to appear, written in the sky with black smoke.
“Shit.” Eddie cursed.
“It’s The Wicked Witch, she followed us here.” Steve said.
The scattered whispers raised to shouts as everyone around them started wondering aloud who this mysterious Steve and Eddie were.
“The wizard will explain it!” Someone hollered nearby, prompting many folks to start rushing towards a certain set of doors, similar to the front gates of the city but on a slightly smaller scale.
Steve glanced around, unsurprised to find that their guides, the Tommy and Carol look-alikes, had abandoned them. “What should we do?”
“Follow the crowd,” Eddie rushed out. “We still need to see The Wizard, and they’ll lead us right to him.”
Somehow they managed to push their way to the front of the gathering mass, only to encounter yet another guard with a familiar face and mane of very long dark hair addressing the crowd.
“Okay, my dudes. Just stay calm, it’s alright! The Great and Powerful Oz has everything under control. Just, uh, go on home and chill out or whatever.”
While the inhabitants of the Emerald City dispersed, taking the guard at his word, Steve, Eddie, and their companions continued to approach.
“We need to see The Wizard, right away.” Steve said.
The guard shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry, brochacho, but no one gets in to see The Wizard.”
“But they’re Steve and Eddie!” The Tin Woman said.
“Woah, the Witch’s Steve and Eddie?”
Steve wanted to scream—who else could they possibly mean?! But he held back, knowing it wouldn’t do them any good to piss off the guy who stood between them, and the one person in this insane place that could get them home.
“Holy macaroni, that does make a difference! Wait here.” With a swish of his hair the guard was gone around the corner.
Steve barely had enough time to wonder how long they’d have to wait, before the guy was back, and he couldn’t quite decide if the quick turnaround time was a good sign or a bad one.
“Okay dudes, good news or bad news?”
The question didn’t bode well, and Steve knew exactly what Eddie would say before he said it.
“Bad news first, always.”
The guard sighed. “The wizard said, and I quote: go away.”
“But–”
“The good news is,” the guard carried on, lowering his voice to a loud whisper, “I heard a field of poppies appeared right outside of the city. Care to partake in a little magical shut eye with a new friend—that’s me—on this fine afternoon?”
Steve turned away before the guy was even done speaking, stalking off to sit on a nearby curb. He’d had enough magical sleep in his life, thank you very much, enough times of falling unconscious only to wake up not knowing where he was. He was done with this shit, it was supposed to be over!
When they defeated Vecna and the Upside Down was destroyed, he thought it was finally his turn for happiness, or at the very least some peace—some normalcy.
But now?
Now he was stuck here in this place, he and Eddie both. They’d done what The Good Witch said, traveled all this way, only made it there by the skin of their teeth, and now The Wizard wouldn't even see them?!
He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare.
Steve dropped his head into his hands, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes, and felt the air shift as someone knelt down in front of him. He knew it was Eddie without having to look, the smell of cigarettes wafting over him, and something else, something warm and woodsy and distinctly Eddie, faintly under that.
“We’re never gonna get back are we?” Steve cried into his palms. “I’ll never get to see Robin again—and Wayne?! God, he must be worried sick about you already. And the kids? We won’t get to see them finish high school, and–”
Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s wrists, gently prying his hands away from his face. “Hey, Stevie. Look at me, please?”
He did.
He looked up because Eddie had asked, but gazing into those dark soulful eyes did nothing to halt his tears. “I just wanted to get us home.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know.” Eddie leaned in, resting his forehead against Steve’s as he took a deep breath. “And I miss everyone too, but let’s not give up hope just yet. We’ve beaten worse odds than this, haven't we?”
Steve sniffled, and despite it all felt his lips twitch into the ghost of a smile. Because Eddie was right. They were alive, and they had each other, and that was more than enough reason to still have hope.
“You know what, man?” The guard called out, looking a little misty eyed himself. “Let me see what I can do, because that was the sweetest shit I’ve ever seen, and love like that shouldn’t go unrewarded. How long have you two been a couple?”
Steve’s heart leapt into his throat as he was forcibly reminded that they were not alone, and how close they now were. He pulled back reflexively, sputtering, “oh, um, well–”
Eddie shook his head, smiling as he rose to his feet to face the guard, though the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “He’s not, um—w-we’re just friends.”
The guard looked between them for a moment, mouth agape. “Really?”
“Is that… is that allowed here? Two men?” Steve heard himself ask.
“Your Tin lady and Lion friend over there have been making goo-goo eyes at each other this whole time and no one cared, of course it’s allowed! What kind of silly question is that?”
“I guess they don’t have homophobia in Oz either.” Steve said quietly, glancing up at Eddie, who was now eyeing him curiously.
“Okay, well, a friendship like that shouldn't go unrewarded either—so!”
With a grin, and a nod, the guard ducked away again, and just like the gates out front, the doors to the Wizard’s chambers swung open wide.
For the third time since they landed in this strange place, Steve looked up to find Eddie’s hand already reaching out to help him stand, and as he had each time before, he took it readily, a warmth settling in his chest along with the knowledge that Eddie would always pick him up when he needed it.
This time, when he was back on his feet, Steve didn’t let go, and with their fingers entwined, he and Eddie rushed over to rejoin their friends.
The five of them set off through the doorway together, walking down a long dark hallway that spilled them out into a throne room, of sorts. Except there wasn’t a throne sitting on the raised dais, or if it was, it was unlike any throne Steve had ever imagined before, with the visage of a giant glowing head floating behind it, the whole scene flanked by two columns of fire.
“Come forward.” A deep voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the room.
Steve gripped Eddie’s hand tighter as they all took a step forward. He kept trying to get a better look at what he assumed to be the Wizard, but between the flames and the occasional bursts of smoke that came from nowhere, it was impossible to get a clear view.
“I am Oz, the great and powerful. Who are you?”
Steve gulped, beginning to sweat from the heat and nerves. “We’re Steve and Eddie, uh, sir, and we’ve come to ask you—”
“Silence! The Great and Powerful Oz knows why you all have come.”
“If he already knew, then why did he ask who we were?!” Eddie ground out between clenched teeth.
Steve agreed with him actually, but shushed him anyway.
“And, I have every intention of granting your requests, but first you must prove yourselves worthy by performing a small task.”
“Oh! Like, a side quest?” Eddie blurted out.
“Bring me the broomstick of The Wicked Witch of the West,” the voice went on as if it hadn’t been interrupted.
The Scarecrow sucked in a breath. “But, we’d probably have to kill her to get it!”
“Are we sure about this?” The Tin Woman asked.
The Lion ducked his head. “I don’t know how much help I'll be.”
“I mean, me and Steve—” Eddie bit his lip. “We’ve killed before.”
“Those were monsters though, this is—”
“Enough!” The voice roared, effectively cutting Steve off and ending their debate. “I have spoken. Now go! Bring it to me and I’ll give you what you want.”
-
In one last act of kindness, the guard who looked like Argyle led them back out of the city and put them on the road to The Witch’s castle, though only after trying to talk them out of it at least a dozen times.
It was dark, night having fallen while they were busy trying to see the wizard, and the woods they now walked through were even creepier than The Lion’s.
The path ahead was unclear at first, and Steve worried they might be lost until they came upon a sign.
Haunted Forest. Witch’s Castle 1 mile.
If only all bad guys gave you clear concise directions.
However the sign also said—I'd turn back if I were you—which did nothing to boost morale.
Honestly, Steve wasn’t really afraid of The Witch, they’d gone head-to-head against much scarier things than her, actual magic aside, but that was part of the problem. When you got past the green skin, she looked so human. He didn’t think he had it in him to hurt her unless she was actively trying to end their lives.
Maybe he could charm her into giving the broomstick up?
They followed the sign and ventured deeper and deeper into the woods, the eerie quiet only broken by the occasional owl hooting from their perch in the trees.
The Scarecrow swallowed hard. “You don’t think those owls have rabies, do you?”
“Not them, as far as I can tell, but what about those things?!” The Lion’s voice shook as he pointed up into the sky, what they could see of it between the trees.
Now that he saw them, Steve could also hear them, an army of winged creatures that seemed to be heading their way, emitting the oddest screeching sounds.
His eyes quickly found Eddie’s, and he saw all the blood drained from the other boy’s face. Logically, he knew it couldn’t be the same creatures that had injured him and come so close to ending Eddie's life, that dimension was gone now and these things were far too big to be those, but the incoming attack was all too reminiscent of a demobat swarm.
“Run!” Steve shouted, grabbing Eddie with both hands and pushing him into action, their fellow travelers rushing along behind. They needed to get away—far and fast.
It didn't take long to realize they were fucked.
They had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, and their pursuers were too swift to outpace. In the blink of an eye Eddie was airborne, grabbed from above by a pair of small hands. Steve reared back, digging his heels into the dirt, desperate to keep his hold on Eddie's hand.
Now that one of the things was up close and personal, Steve finally got a look at what they were dealing with, and couldn't believe it.
Flying monkeys.
Of course this fucking place would have flying monkeys.
And of course they worked for The Wicked Witch.
The Scarecrow screamed, loud and terrified, and Steve could do nothing but watch in horror as two of the winged primates ripped her apart limb by limb, her straw flying everywhere, spreading out around her.
“No!” Steve sobbed, wanting to go to her, to try and help, but he could not let go of Eddie.
At least she had The Tin Woman and The Lion by her side.
Eddie shouted as a second monkey joined the first in their little game of tug-o-war, this one gripping him tightly by the hair, but he wasn’t screaming for help, no, he was screaming at Steve to let go—to save himself.
Like Steve would ever leave him behind.
He snarled, doubling his efforts until suddenly his own feet lifted off the ground.
The monkeys had a hold of him now too, one on each arm. They lifted, and tugged, and pulled, and Eddie was wrenched from his grasp. Steve tried to fight the creatures off at first but quickly gave in, realizing that at least this way he and Eddie would wind up in the same place… probably.
On the bright side, now that they had what they’d come for, all the monkeys seemed to be leaving, following the ones who carried Steve and Eddie to their destination.
Steve just hoped the others had gotten away, that they were alright, and that they would take care of The Scarecrow and put her back together again.
Chapter 4
Thanks again to @pearynice and @hitlikehammers for all your help with this!
#steddie fanfic#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie wizard of oz#adventures in following the yellow brick road with your crush#steve x eddie#steve harrington/eddie munson#steddie fic#fanfic#steddie
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imagine Steve going all Days of Future Past from the majority of the people he loves being dead to the past where almost all of them barely know each other
imagine him seeing the people he watched die alive again and him holding back tears and itching to hug them and not being able to
imagine him agonizing over what people he can save this time around, not just his friends, but like. can he save Barbs? or would it mess things up too much because Nancy might not be pulled into this at all? and thinking that maybe that would be good for her but can they afford this? Nancy is a very important member of the team
could he try to save Billy? he might hate the guy but Max was devastated by his death and she is one of "his" kids now and he hates to see her hurt. but he doesn't even know what when and how billy gets roped into this shit
imagine Steve looking at Robin and Eddie in school wanting to hangout with them instead of Tommy H and Carol but knowing they really dislike him. imagine him looking over his shoulder sometimes wanting to share a joke with Robin but she is not there. or him staring sometimes at Eddie wishing he could just tell him how he feels because what if Eddie dies again
and overall Steve knows what he is supposed to do but it's the most vague shit ever and he doesn't know how to get there and what if he somehow breakes something by meddling too much?
Steve selfishly wanting to end it all himself so others would just have a normal life, despite knowing full well it's not possible. and perhaps even more selfishly thinking he can't really live anymore without these people in his life
It would would be so full of angst and so much feels but in the end no one he cares about dies and so it's all been worth it
#since it's not as big time difference as in dofp steve doesn't return to the present#i think he will try to get to the gang first and help with El and everything as much as he can#while at school he tries to befriend Robin and god it should not be this hard they were friends once already!#but it takes time for Robin to stop being suspicious of him#oh and he drops Tommy and Carol real fast the first time they are shit talking someone#and he can't believe he stuck around for as long as he did#he doesn't even know how to approach Eddie and is stressing out so much because time is ticking#and it happens accidentally when Steve stumbles upon some guys about to bit Eddie up#and oh it's the fisrt school fight he's ever won (because years of battling fucking demons or whatever will do that to you)#stranger things#steve harrington#steddie#i bet steve also slipps up sometimes and says things he is not supposed to know yet or refers to events that haven't happend#and Dustin eventually forces him to confess what the fuck is that all about
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Assassin Heir? Crime Fighting Furry? NOPE NO THANK YOU!
"Danyal, its time to end this game and return with me."
Danny should had known Clockwork had something in mind when he sent him on this mission. He knew he should had been suspicious of the time keeper when he noticed the little 'this is going to be fun' smile on his face when he sent Danny off into the portal.
"Get back here you demon spawn 2.0!"
But how was he supposed to know that he'd wake up in this world version of himself in a pit full of corrupted (AND NASTY) ectoplasim at the tender age of five or that when he swam up to the surface he'd be meeting face to face with what was apparently a cult.
"-O just spotted him a block away! I'll try to cut itty bitty bridie off!"
An Assassins Cult his, new to him, loving yet a little insane mother was in charge of (though during the few months he stayed in the compound he heard rumors and gossip from maids and others alike that if his grandfather returned from the dead he'll take over once again, no doubt punish Talia for creating another heir after the failure of the last one, most likely was going to kill Danny and that... that was can of worms Danny didn't wanna deal with yet)
"Ten bucks says they try to stab RR when we get the feral thing home"
"...Losers bet...."
Danny had lived with his mother for a while after being brought back from the 'dead' for apparently the first time, it turned out training a five year old with an actual sword and a dumbass hidden revenge seeking teacher was a terrible idea.
"I swear if this one tries to murder me like the others I'm asking Zatanna if there is a curse on me."
He dealt with her high demands of perfection, the endless training, and the constant comparisons to his apparent older brother Damain... Who didn't know Danny, or rather Danyal existed.
Nor did his father (when Danny, using his powers he's kept hidden since 'waking' up in this Realm, he sneaked his way around the base and discovered how he came into the world. And tbh he couldn't blame his mom how she made him, she was an assassin first and foremost, being naturally pregnant would had painted a target on her for to long... but he also felt it was unfair and an asshole move on his unsuspecting father as well)
"As your elder brother I demand you to stop running!"
Now don't get him wrong, he did like his new mother (total badass assassin lady and all that) and he knew she loved him in her own... deadly way. But yeah, she really shouldn't be taking care of kids. He could tell she struggled with wanting to be a normal mother but her first instinct after so many years was to be an assassin first.
Something she was trying to engrave into Danny with as well.
"Ah, hello Beloved. I see you've learned of our Danyal."
"Talia. Back away from him and leave Gotham now."
"I can not do that. The League needs an heir and since Damian refuses to return... I have decided to create a new one and I shall not be leaving until he returns with me."
"Talia."
Hence why when Danny, or rather Danyal al Ghul had gotten decent control over his powers he decided to leave the League. Again nothing wrong with the life his mom leads, to each their own, but he... really, really didnt want to be an assassin. Or an assassin heir.
So here he was, after almost a year on the run, using his powers and training to out smart and out maneuver his mother and her many band of Assassins, in Gotham. One of the last places he ever wanted to run to cause he knew his father and brother lived here.
It was just his luck that his mother had managed to intercept his train ride that passed into Gotham for a few hours and forced him to run into the city...
Add her assassins into the mix and running into Robin, who heard from Oracle his mother had been spotted chasing a young boy across the city, that same night.
After that it became a full on "catch me if you can" chase for not only his mother but for the batclan as well.
And after two whole days of chase, it seemed like the final showdown was about to begin because everyone was on top of this rooftop, his mother and her assassins on one side, his father and the batclan on the other and Danny well... he was right in the middle of all of it.
He just had to hope no one would notice him once the fighting started...
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#blue rambles#crossover#writing ideas#random idea#danny phantom dc#basicly Danny is sent on a mission by CW#he wakes up in the DC version of himself in the pits after being killed and Talia tossing him in#he was created by Talia since shes head of the LOA now and needs her own heir#but she once again wants Bruce's bloodline in it so she used some leftover dna she still had#so no one knows Danny was created until he left about a year later#danny has his ghost powers since he took a dip in the pits#but had to relearn some control and kept it secret#he knows his mom would see it as 'the pits granted my heir its powers.' mindset#so hes been on the run#and didnt wanna go to Gotham cause... his dad dresses as a gaint bat#and dont get him started on the rest of the batfam#he doesnt wanna be an assassin or a crime fighting furry#in case some people didnt get it. the words being spoken happen when Danny is running all across Gotham away from those after him#guess who said what lol#i want danny to be completely independent and trying to take care of himself tbh#but hes still baby to everyone else#talia is slowy becoming a little unhinged due to being the Demon Head now#maybe due to the stress of it all? or maybe due to a curse? idk
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AU of my Gotham/Tim Drake! Danny where Danny doesn’t know any knowledge beforehand about the DC universe.
Danny doesn’t know how he got here, but the fact that he now shares something in common with Vlad other than their technical halfa status disgusts him
His new name is Timothy Jackson Drake. It’s so far removed from Danny that his parents had him examined for deafness because he didn’t respond to it. He got better at it, at putting on the mask Janet and Jack Drake wanted to see. So they took him to the circus.
He meets Dick Grayson. Danny thinks the kid is adorable, even if Danny himself is technically younger. He sees the flying Graysons fall. The buzzing in his head doesn’t go away.
He’s five, when the fading spirit of Gotham reaches out and pleads her King to protect her city in her stead. She is fading. He says yes, because she’s one of his. The buzzing in his head settles and oh because that’s what’s been missing this entire time. Danny didn’t have a haunt and Gotham gave him one.
He grieves when she dies, the new title settling around small shoulders, and the city grieves with him. In the city proper, Batman and Robin are having the worst night of their lives in the sudden storm.
He’s nine. Robin is Dick Grayson. Dick Grayson, in turn, is an idiot. Batman… well, he’s at least mentoring and protecting the child vigilante, which is more than Danny ever had. He grows fond of them. How could he not, when they tried their hardest to help his city? To help him?
He shows himself, to the duo, in his Phantom form. It’s still him, still modeled after Danny Fenton’s face instead of Tim Drake’s. Ghosts are a reflection of the soul, after all.
“Who are you,” Batman demands, shielding Robin with half a step.
“Gotham.” He replies. Danny wills the city to affirm his claim and the city wraps its arms around the vigilantes. Batman and Robin understands, a deep well of pure knowledge being tapped into in ways they weren’t truly meant to understand.
“…How?”
“Magic,” Phantom says, dry. He tells them of city spirits, and that they can call him in times of dire need.
Dick calls him to help with Two Face. Two Face learns the pain of unmelting ice to the balls.
His core aches when the Bats fight, but Danny knows now that it is inevitable. They’re part of his haunt, his ‘fraid. He knows these things far before they come into fruition.
Dick moves to a sister city. Phantom expands his haunt to Bludhaven because he doesn’t, won’t, ever leave his Robins to themselves.
Nightwing is hopeful, is pleasantly surprised, and very suspicious when he shows up during patrol.
“Gotham…? What are you doing here…? This isn’t, well, Gotham?”
“Satellite City. It is an extension of myself. You were Robin, yes. You’re Nightwing, now. But that doesn’t mean I won’t protect you when I can.”
Phantom goes back, and finds a kid trying to steal tires to make a living. He guides his Knight to him. The starved features, the bones Danny could see, it tugs at his core. It feels like the Ancient of Fate themselves were pulling him along.
“How’d you know I was taking the wheels?”
“Gotham.”
“Are you… high on shrooms or something?”
Bruce sighs. Batman asks Gotham to meet the new Robin, and chuckles when Jason is surprised by the glowing green figure.
Phantom hides this Robin just as much as the last one. He curls shadows around his vigilantes, sometimes at the same time, and softens what little sounds they made while stalking through his city for crime.
He makes small jokes with Jason. Danny forgets, a little, the crushing loneliness of being Timothy Drake.
“I didn’t kill Garzona!”
“You-”
Batman stops as a chill he’s never had experienced directed at him weaves around his neck. An angry Gotham.
“He didn’t kill him.” Danny slides a cold hand on Jason’s shoulders.
But the damage had been done and the next day, Batman is begging Danny to tell him any clues of where Jason had gone.
“Ethiopia.”
He clears the way for Batman to get to Robin. He clears the way for Bruce to get to Jason.
He’d fallen into the trap of believing that Batman would handle everything when in the end, he’s just a man in a mantle that demands more than he ever thought he’d have to pay.
Robin is dead and Danny grieves. The skies crack open and pours a torrent of smogged rain water upon the streets of Gotham. Despite that, Crime Alley is untouched by flood. They say the second Robin was protecting his home.
In a way, it’s not wrong.
Gotham fishes Batman from the bay, carelessly tossing the broken Joker against a shipping container.
“You can’t keep doing this. You’ll die.”
Bruce, Batman, lays on his back, eyes glazed and empty. “Maybe I want to.” He admits. And Danny can’t lose someone else. It’s already bad enough he feels the death of everyone in his city, he can’t lose him too. But Dick won’t come back. He already denied Gotham when Phantom had asked him to come back. Granted, Dick was nervous about denying him the entire time, but Danny realized that he’d lost a brother in the colors his parents chose for Dick. Danny- Phantom had cradled Dick in a swaddle of shadows and comfort.
“Alright.”
“Is it? Alright? I- I don’t want to fail you, Gotham.”
“It is. You’ve always made me proud. You will always make me proud. Whether it be by different name, it matters to me not. Stay. Heal.”
Like Dick was given permission, like he received a hint of peace, Dick Grayson crumpled to the floor and sobbed into Gotham’s shoulder.
(Later, long after Dick Grayson realized his little brother was also his city personified, he cries again into Tim’s shoulders after the later dropped a flower pot perfectly on top of Catalina Flores’ head.)
Gotham, Phantom, Danny makes a choice.
“Tomorrow, a child will show up at your door. You will let him in.”
“No- I can’t. I won’t.” He knows what Danny will ask of him.
“You will.” Danny doesn’t ever do it with his people, with his city, but dire times call for dire actions. It is an order. And Batman is Gotham’s knight. “You will. You will train him. You need a Robin to leash your brutality. I need a Robin, for Robin is my hope. The city’s hope. Our people’s hope. Do not forget the goal you have set out to accomplish in my city.”
Batman rages at him, until he falls unconscious from the wounds he’s gathered. Danny brings him home. He tells Alfred what to expect tomorrow. Bruce wakes up, eyes fixated on the crack that appeared on Danny’s neon green face. “Did. Did I do that?”
Danny nods slowly.
Batman crumples into Bruce Wayne. “Okay.” He says. “Alright. Tomorrow.”
Gotham watches him, unreadable. “Tomorrow.” He says, before fading away.
Tim Drake shows up at the door. Nightwing shows up not long after. Tim Drake adapts to Bruce Wayne’s cold looks and brutal training. Slowly, but surely, he leashes in Batman’s grief fueled brutality and less criminals go to prison with half of their lives beaten out of them.
Batman doesn’t see Gotham as much anymore. He feared that he’s angered his city, that he is no longer welcome.
When Tim figures it out… he allows the roads and the shadows to help Batman once more.
Batman stared intently at the extra coverage. “Thank you,” Tim hears him whisper. “I’m sorry.”
And when Jason Todd comes back to life and attacks Tim in the tower, Tim lets Hood beat him. Gotham had failed him, as Jason’s city. He deserves it. (He doesn’t but Danny had gone past the point of being healthy about his own physical wellbeing. Perhaps being a city spirit this long had affected him, even with the King’s title mitigating the worst of the damages.
“HE REPLACED ME!”
“Because I ordered him to.” Tim whispers, past the pain of a broken leg.
“You? Order Batman around? If you’re going to lie, make it a better one, Replacement.”
Tim catches Jason’s wrist, the one holding the knife to Tim’s throat.
“Robin,” he says simply, allowing Gotham to come out and peer at the child that is his.
Jason stares, disbelieving. Gotham had… Gotham had come by and approved of his plans to clean up Crime Alley. Gotham had extracted a promise not to damage the buildings.
“No.”
His city stares back and him and Jason stumbles away. Tim shifts into Danny, into Gotham.
“You…”
“I am Gotham. I- I did not want to wear these colors. They were yours and Dick’s. But Bruce was hurting the city, he was hurting me. So I made sure he stopped.”
Jason stares at the new cracks, the fresh ones he just caused and the old ones he does not remember being on Danny’s ghostly skin.
Jason swallows. “I’m sorry.”
“As am I. I am sorry I was not there to save you. I am sorry that you died.”
Jason stares at him. The Replacement is Gotham. Jason almost destroyed his city.
“I am glad that you’ve returned. That you’re alive, now.”
“…Really?”
“Always.”
Alternative Version of the above Tower Scene:
Jason slides the knife against the Replacement’s neck.
Danny sighs. “I can’t believe I’m dying again.”
Jason pauses. “What the fuck did you just say, Replacement?”
Danny rolls his eyes at him and Jason rethinks his decision of not offing the little fucker right away.
“You think you’re the first one to die in this household? Get a grip. I did it first, way before you did, jackass.”
Tim is 14. He’s a child. What the fuck is Jason doing?
“When…?”
“How do you think I became Gotham, little bird?”
Jason freezes. And then he’s scrambling backwards, the knife flung away in his horror.
Tim shifts into Gotham and Jason bites back a cut of regret and bitterness.
He… no, what? What even is happening?
“Why is the Joker not dead? You… you told me that you loved me. That Gotham… that-”
“I’m cruel, little bird. The Joker would not suffer as much if he were dead.”
“He’s killing people! He’s killing your own!”
“So everyone thinks.”
“What?”
“I am Gotham, little bird. Mass hallucinogenic gasses are so within my reach to the point it is concerning. Perhaps you should help Ivy with the city clean up?”
“Huh?!”
#genius tim drake#gotham bay is a corpse dumping ground#danny phantom#dc x dp#batman#bruce wayne#tim drake#jason todd#red hood#dick grayson#bamf danny phantom#nightwing#bludhaven#gotham#gotham is Danny’s haunt#protective Danny#Danny Fenton#Danny doesn’t have the familiarity of knowing the universe he’s been reborn into#so he doesn’t have the emotional crutch of distracting himself#Danny is both protecc and attack#Danny grieves gotham and Jason#Danny: fuck I’ll fix you myself#Batman is Gotham’s plumber lol
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So I've seen a lot of "Jazz works as a therapist at Arkam" in the dp x dc fandom, and while I like the concept, I also feel like Jazz would take one look at the place and immediately be like "what the absolute fuck" at just the everything of the place.
Like, she either nopes out after the tour during the interview or quits not too long afterward starting there, not because she can't take it but because she's so appalled by what's going on there and can smell the corruption rolling off the place and knows no one sent to there is ever actually going to get the help they need.
So Jazz decides to open a private practice instead while still being absolutely determined to work with the various rogues in the city, she is here to help and nothing is going to stop her.
So she just starts showing up at known hangouts of rogues and during their heists/schemes/sprees, and even fights between them and the batfam, just like
"Hi! It’s so nice to meet you! My name is Dr. Jasmine Fenton/Nightingale/whatever last name she’s using and I was hoping we could talk!"
Casually kicks a baterang away without looking because she's being polite and professional!
"I understand that your experience with therapy through Arkam has been nothing but atrocious and that you are rightfully -"
Kicks Batman away without breaking eye contact or a sweat.
"Suspicious of attempting therapy again, and Idon't want to force anything on you, therapy should be on your terms after the experiences you've had but -"
Grabs Robin out of the air as he leaps at the rogue she's talking to and tucks him under her arm, ignoring his feral hissing and all attempts to break her hold.
"-I really think that you'd find it beneficial, even if I'm not the right therapist for you."
The rogue in question is having the time of their life and takes Jazz's business card - and a few extra to pass around - not really intending to actually ever book a therapy appointment with her but way too entertained and excited to share this madness with everyone else.
But then one of the rogues actually looks up Jazz's website and sees all the various safe guards she’s put in place to ensure that any villians that come to her will be protected while seeing her - soundproof therapy room, regular sweeps for listening and tracking devices, the most insane firewalls and protections anyone has ever seen on her network, and ooh she provides snacks and drinks!
So someone finally books an appointment with her, half convinced she's either going to turn them in or is a villain herself intent to experiment on them, but then it’s actually really nice??? And they feel a lot better afterwards?? She doesn't even say anything to indicate that she wants them to stop being villains, she just wants them to be okay??
So more and more rogues start going to her, and Batman was already losing his mind about this woman before - Oracle can't hack her system?!? And her background check shows a totally normal Psychiatrist?? - but now half of Gotham's heavy hitters and a dozen or so other minor league villains are seeing her regularly and every time he tries to get info on any plans the rogues might be scheme via her office it fails utterly. Nightwing got knocked out with something called a creep stick and when he tried to break in himself to get answers she just appeared out of no where and gave him the most scathing lecture about doctor-patient confidentiality before bullying him off her property and threatening to sick her brother on him if he tried again?
And because she's become such a figure in the Gotham underworld, she gets the attention of Joker.
And everyone, rogues and Bats alike, are terrified that she’s going to try and take him on as a patient like she has so many other villains in the city and that's just a recipe for tragedy.
But then the Joker is on his way to the hospital with two broken legs and the fear of god beat into him babbling about eldritch nightmares and whenever anyone asks Jazz what happened she just shrugs and just says things like "I refused him as a patient, he's not my problem." Or "My brother doesn't like clowns." And just, does not elaborate.
Batman is losing his mind over it all. Jazz is just happy to be able to actually help the rogues. Arkam is less happy about how she absolutely destroys their reputation.
#dc x dp#danny phantom#jazz fenton#batman#jazz becomes Gotham's favorite Psychiatrist for villains#Tucker is the one keeping her network secure#and maybe starts a small hacking war with oracle#the Joker showed up trying to turn Jazz into the next Harley Quinn and ended up face to face with a visiting Danny#Harley eventually recovers enough herself to get her license back and joins Jazz's practice#she works with civilians though because of all the conflict of interest with everyone else#weirdly anytime she has a patient who is dealing with someone abusing them the abuser mysteriously disappears#oracle#batfam#eldritch danny
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Steve walks into utter chaos.
He was stopping by just to see Max, but all the increasingly concerning noise coming from the Munson’s trailer drew him over there instead. Worried that all the cursing and clattering would drown out any chance of a knock being heard, Steve lets himself in.
Eddie doesn’t even notice him come inside, too busy scrambling around the complete wreck of a kitchen.
“Dude, are you cooking or just banging pots and pans together? I thought you were dying in here.”
Eddie squawks and jumps about a foot in the air. His hair is even more disheveled than usual, barely tied down with a bandana. He’s got flour splotches on his face and all over the frilly grandma apron he’s wearing (which Steve is definitely getting a photo of and showing Dustin later) along with a suspiciously sticky goo on his fingers.
“Stop laughing at me,” Eddie groans.
“I’m not laughing,” Steve laughs, going to join him in the kitchen, “What are you doing, man?”
“Well, I’m trying to bake Wayne a cake, but at this point, I might as well give him a frosting covered rock for his birthday,” Eddie sighs, frustrated hands scrubbing the flour off his apron, “I don’t know, man, usually I just get him another mug and a pack of smokes, and he’s never asked me for anything, but I’ve put him through hell this year I just wanted— I don’t know like, to do something special but I can’t even—”
“Alright, take it off.”
Steve folds his arms and waits while Eddie just gawks at him for a moment, cheeks reddening under the patches of flour.
“What?”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
Eddie scoffs, starts muttering like he does when he’s nervous and Steve cracks a smile when he realizes why.
“The apron, Eddie,” he gestures, “Hand it over.”
Another moment of confused staring and Eddie slowly gives it to him.
Steve wastes no time shaking out the flour and tying it around himself. He moves past Eddie, gets right to work clearing the mess and salvaging what ingredients he can.
“You…” Eddie peeks over Steve’s shoulder, “You know how to bake?”
“I can make a cake,” Steve shrugs, “Robin obsesses over shit sometimes, calls them her “little brain worms” or whatever. She couldn’t stop thinking about this cake she swore she had for her 5th birthday but couldn’t remember the flavor. So we made every cake recipe in her mom’s cookbook until we found the right one.”
“So Harrington’s got a secret Betty Crocker power-up, impressive.”
“Nah, just small stuff. I help Claudia with Dustin’s birthday cakes. Little shit is very particular about his red velvet.”
Eddie snorts and Steve waves him over to start washing the dishes. He does so with a small salute that smears more flour on his forehead. The word cute comes to Steve’s mind but he just rolls his eyes.
“So you dusted off your oven mitts for little old me, hm? I’m flattered.”
“Only because I like Wayne and I’d prefer if you didn’t give him food poisoning,” Steve teases, dumping out Eddie’s abomination of batter into the trash. Though he softens when he sees the way Eddie winces at it. “And I think it’s nice, you know, you doing this for him. I wanna help.”
Eddie clearly holds back a smile, looking down at the bubbles in the sink, and the cute word comes back to Steve’s mind.
“Okay well, take it easy on me. Not everyone has a bunch of mom friends teaching them to bake.”
“Oh yeah, then where’d you get this grandma apron? You just had this little number in the closet with your leather and chains?”
“No, it’s Mrs. Bennet’s and she’s not my friend,” Eddie bristles and Steve senses a hell of a backstory there, “I stole it off her clothesline.”
Steve laughs and makes Eddie tell him the whole story, all the inner workings of Forest Hills feuds. It’s nice, Steve’s been spending more time here since everything, listening to Eddie’s stories and sharing his own. It’s easy to be around Eddie, even though that pesky word won’t get out of Steve’s head.
Once the batter is finished, Steve dips a finger in to test.
“How does it taste?” Eddie asks, “Better than mine I hope.”
Steve hums around his finger, “So good, here taste,” he meant to slide Eddie the bowl, but the wires must’ve gotten crossed somewhere, because now he’s holding out a dollop of cake batter on the tip of his finger to Eddie’s mouth.
They both look down at it, then at each other again. Steve knows he should apologize, drop his hand and say it was a mistake but there’s something about the way Eddie’s looking at him, the way he subtly licks his lips is almost like— He wants this.
So Steve lets him have it.
Eddie leans in, keeps his hands at his sides and slowly guides himself down on Steve’s finger. His eyes fall shut as his mouth closes around it, like it’s too much, watching Steve watching him. It’s a lot for Steve too, the wet warmth of Eddie’s mouth, one swirl of his tongue almost makes Steve’s knees buckle.
Something comes over him, he presses his finger down just slightly, feeling Eddie’s tongue curl around the tip. It elicits a soft noise from Eddie that sends heat thrumming all through Steve. Eddie’s eyes flutter open, brows turned upwards and mouth in a plush little O around Steve’s finger, looking up at him through dark lashes, a dot of flour on his nose. The sight makes Steve’s breath catch in his throat. It’s fucking cute and hot.
Steve has to swallow his own noise when Eddie pulls off.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, a slight grin on his lips, “Really good.”
Steve’s about to do something crazy, put his finger back in Eddie’s mouth, maybe more than one this time, or just his lips on Eddie's, maybe even slip his tongue inside instead of his fingers, lick all that sweetness away until he just tastes Eddie, something— but a sudden loud knock on the door has him dropping his hand like it’s made of cement.
It’s Max, wanting to know why Steve ditched her for Eddie. She comes inside to ‘help’ which means she leans against the counter, talks about her day, complains, teases Steve and makes fun of Eddie for being demoted to dish duty.
Steve puts the cake in the oven and focuses on cleaning and composing himself. He can feel Eddie trying to meet his gaze, trying to see if Steve's going to freak out on him after that. Once Steve can look at him without feeling like he’s going to burst into flames, he gives Eddie a small reassuring smile, even throws him a wink when Max isn’t looking. Eddie gives him a smile back.
And later, after Wayne comes home and they sing happy birthday and eat the cake that Steve insists Eddie helped him with— Just the tasting part, Steve says and revels in how Eddie covers a blush with his hair— and after they walk Max home, Steve pulls Eddie behind the trailer and kisses him until he doesn’t taste like cake anymore.
for the prompts "You heard me. Take. It. Off." and "Stop laughing at me" for @highkingpenny and anon, thank you and I hope you enjoy this!!
#behave boys taste testing is a Very Important job#steddie#steddie ficlet#rueswriting#steddie fic#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie fluff
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Not that I read mpreg all that often (not really my thing generally speaking) but I came across some "Sanji is pregnant" fics in the sanzo/zosan tag, and not nearly the same amount for Zoro. It got me thinking about the trope. I think the lack of Zoro fics here is a tragic oversight. I think we as a fandom are absolutely and tragically ignoring the potential comedy gold of Zoro being the one to be pregnant instead.
Because when people write Sanji, the general trend I'm seeing (upon scanning through some of the fics quickly) is that he's cautious about it. Conscientious, careful to make sure things are okay. Which - arguably I could see, Sanji is probably the more practical of the two (not by a whole lot but still)and he didn't have a good childhood. Sanji being pregnant is usually a fic about his heaps of parental issues, childhood trauma and angst - which is fun to read. It's good. It's amazing, even.
Zoro being pregnant is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT gonna be a COMEDY. We're talking about a man who once tried to fight Kuina holding like 20 bokkens. We're talking about a man who got stuck in wax and thought the reasonable solution was to cut off his legs.
The entire crew spends the next 9 months tearing their hair out, preventing Zoro from doing stupid shit (exhibit A: cutting off his own limbs). They spend the same amount of time trying to stop Luffy from gum-gum-grabbing Zoro and yeeting him anytime he needs to get them out of a sticky situation.
The crew (mostly Sanji) is on 24/7 prevent-zoro-from-drinking-alcohol duty (impossible). Chopper is constantly stressed in the later months cause no one puts it past Zoro to get lost somewhere, give birth out in the woods and come strolling back with a baby tucked under his arm. They have to start hiding Zoro's dumbbells.
Franky and Usopp design and build a nursery and spends the entire time suspiciously teary eyed. Sanji tries to pretend he's unaffected but spends an entire night creating a 9 month meal plan of all the nutrients Zoro and the baby are gonna need. Not even a day later, one of the crew finds him up at 2 am making a mountain of food because Zoro made the mistake of offhandedly mentioning he had particular pregnancy craving within earshot of Sanji. In the end Zoro has to sit on him to stop Sanji from running himself ragged.
Robin keeps spouting morbid childbirth facts and quotes from parental advice books in equal measure. Nami keeps going on shopping sprees for cute baby clothes and adding the cost of them to Zoro's debt. Brook keeps writing lullabies and trying to sing them to Zoro's stomach. Zoro 100% uses his pregnancy belly as an excuse to walk around without a shirt 24/7 without getting nagged.
Somehow word gets out that the famous pirate hunter Zoro is pregnant, and at the next big fight with the Marines, half the soldiers refuse to fight him and instead start telling him to sit down, take it easy, shouting advice at him etc. Etc. Zoro loses his shit a little bit and cuts their boat in half.
Mihawk, upon finding out, tells Zoro in no uncertain terms that that is his grandchild and he's expecting them to visit so he can meet the baby when they're born. Zoro vehemently denies that Mihawk is his father (he is). Zeff upon finding out, is almost as bad as Sanji when it comes to being a mother hen. Perona buys even more baby clothes for the baby. She buys one singular shirt for Zoro as a joke, and it coincidentally happens to be the exact same brand of "mama" crop top he was forced to wear in that one filler episode. Zoro tries to chuck it into the ocean (he fails).
I'm essentially saying it would be absolute chaos, and it would be the funniest thing I've ever read. 9 months of Marimo wrangling. Can you imagine the look on Zoro's face if one of the opponents he was fighting were to tell him that he's "glowing"?
PLEASE, I would actually wheeze myself to death. The best part is you can still have plenty of Sanji angst. He still has parental issues except now they're flavoured with "I'm not ready to be a father" and "I'm terrified I'm gonna become my biological sperm donor" and "please don't die because of childbirth complications, that happened to my mother(sort of, I know she died after but it kinda counts), and I can't handle that happening again to you". Lots of cute/tender moments of Zoro comforting and reassuring Sanji. We can even have Zoro angst. He probably views protecting his crew as the one and only job he's good for (not true but that's probably what he thinks). Not being able to fulfill that is probably not helping his self esteem, and that sense of uselessness warring with his need to protect the baby - but the contradictory thing here is that to protect the baby he HAS to sit back and let other people do that FOR him. That plus all the other restrictions, people treating him differently, but him at the same time refusing to view his own child as a weakness. Imagine the havoc that would wreak. Oh my god.
Y'all don't understand, I don't even read mpreg that often and yet this is literally my ideal fic HAHAAAAA
#we already know Zoro would be a good parent considering how he is with kids but pregnancy? different matter entirely#i don't know much about jimbei yet so sadly i can't write much about him feel free to comment any headcanons y'all come up with though#zosan#sanzo#zoro x sanji#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#cat burglar nami#monkey d luffy#nico robin#op franky#op brook#god ussop#tony tony chopper#mpreg
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It occasionally happens that Steve or Robin will desperately need each other at suboptimal times of day.
It was like this for a while last summer after Starcourt and now it’s happening again in the aftermath of Vecna. Sometimes, Robin will wake up from a nightmare at three in the morning and ride her bike over to Steve’s house. If his parents are gone, she’ll let herself in with the spare key he gave her. If they’re home, she’ll stand by the pool and toss rocks at his window until he wakes up and comes down to meet her. Other times Steve will be on his second night in a row of no sleep and will drive over to Robin’s house to sneak in through her window.
Tonight is one of those nights.
He parks around the corner and walks towards the Buckleys’ house as quickly and casually as possible. He’s always a little worried about their neighbors spotting him and getting suspicious, but no one has said anything yet.
At this point, he’s perfected silently climbing the trellis and creeping along the roofline to Robin’s window. But tonight, he gets halfway there before realizing that the window is open, soft voices wafting out. He moves closer, staying low, and tucks himself under the window until the voices coalesce into words.
“—I do get it, though,” Robin whispers.
“It just sucks,” the other voice says—Eddie. That’s weird, Steve didn’t know they hung out like this. “‘Cause I know there’s no way he’s ever gonna feel the same.”
Steve wonders who they’re talking about. Who Eddie has a crush on. At least, that’s what it sounds like they’re discussing. And he realizes he should probably leave, since this likely isn’t a conversation he’s supposed to be overhearing, but he can’t help sticking around. He’s curious.
“I mean, you can never really know,” Robin says, “But in this case, yeah. Doesn’t seem likely.”
Eddie makes a sad noise that cuts right through Steve. It kind of makes him want to find whatever guy Eddie is into and shake him until he apologizes for making Eddie feel this way.
“I know,” Eddie says, “I’ve made my peace with that. Mostly. I just—don’t want to fuck anything up, you know? Don’t want my stupid feelings to get in the way of our friendship.”
So the guy is a friend of Eddie’s. That sort of narrows the pool, but Steve definitely doesn’t know all of Eddie’s friends. It might be someone in his band, except they’re all kind of too young for him. Or maybe Jonathan? He sort of seems like the type of guy someone like Eddie could be into. It’s definitely not Steve. There’s no way he’s Eddie’s type.
He’s not sure why that thought is kind of disappointing.
“Your feelings aren’t stupid,” Robin says, voice gentle. “And even if he does find out, it’s not going to ruin your friendship. He’s a good guy. And he’s more emotionally intelligent than people give him credit for.”
“I know. But it would make things weird, and I don’t wanna make things weird. I like what we have.”
“For what it’s worth,” she says, “He does too. He loves being friends with you, and I think it would take a lot for him to give that up.”
Eddie makes a noncommittal noise. Whoever he likes, Steve thinks the guy’s an idiot if he doesn’t like Eddie back. He’s everything someone could want in a romantic partner—funny, sweet, smart but not in a condescending way, pretty, good with kids. What’s not to love? Steve would totally date him if he weren’t straight.
“And like I said,” Robin goes on, “You never know. Maybe he does like you back.”
“C’mon, Buckley,” Eddie says flatly, “You know that’s impossible. I mean, we’re talking about Steve here.”
Steve jerks at the sound of his name, smacking his head against the underside of the window frame. “Shit!” he hisses before he can stop himself, then freezes.
Inside, the voices have gone silent. There’s the creaking of springs like someone getting off the bed and then Robin is appearing at the window, poking her head out.
“Steve, oh my God,” she says, looking down at him.
He straightens, trying to act casual even though literally nothing about this is casual. “Oh, hey,” he says. Fuck, what was that? He’s playing this wrong. He glances through the window and sees Eddie still sitting on the bed, eyes wide. He looks petrified.
Abruptly, Eddie gets up and crosses to the window.
“Eddie, wait,” Steve says as Eddie climbs out of the window, not looking at him. He heads straight for the trellis without a backwards glance. “You don’t have to go,” Steve calls softly after him, but it’s too late. He’s already gone.
Robin sighs. “You should probably just come in,” she says.
Insides roiling with guilt, Steve climbs through the window and just stands there, not sure if he should say something. She crosses her arms and looks back at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. “Um—” he starts.
She rolls her eyes. “What the hell were you doing, dingus?”
“I’m really sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just—I couldn’t sleep so I came over, and I saw the window was open so I got curious and I—I didn’t mean to overhear that. I mean, I had no clue you guys were talking about me.”
“Well, we were,” she says, sighing as she moves backward until she hits her bed, sitting down. Steve comes over and sits facing her. “And now you know.”
“Now I know,” he repeats. “Makes no fucking sense, but now I know.”
It really doesn’t. What the hell does he have that Eddie would want? He’s not exceptional in any way, not like everyone else in their group. He’s not into any of the things Eddie cares about. He’s not stupid—he realizes he’s a good-looking guy—but Eddie doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would like someone solely based on that. So why would Eddie possibly like him?
Robin is frowning at him. “What do you mean, makes no fucking sense?”
He shrugs. “Just, like, I don’t know why he would be into me,” he says, “I’m—boring.”
“You, Steve Harrington, are many things,” she says, putting a hand on his shoulder, “But you’re not boring. Do you really think that about yourself?”
Now he’s feeling defensive. “I dunno,” he says, “Maybe?”
“Okay, well, don’t,” she says, hard look in her eye. “I don’t want to hear anyone saying bad things about my best friend.”
That makes him smile. “Okay,” he says.
“Okay.”
He shifts in his spot. “So—since when do you and Eddie hang out in the middle of the night?”
“Since never, really,” she says, “I think he normally goes to Nancy. But the Wheelers are out of town, and I think he needed someone to talk to.” She shrugs. “And, you know, I’m kind of the expert on you.”
“Yeah, that’s accurate,” he says, grinning. “Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself.”
She smiles back at him. “Oh, absolutely.” Then her eyebrows pinch together. “So—you don’t mind? That he likes you?”
“No, of course I don’t mind,” Steve says, shaking his head. “If anything, I’m glad.”
“You’re…glad?”
“Yeah,” he says, “If he’s gonna like anyone, I’m glad it’s me.”
Then he frowns. Why would he rather Eddie like him than someone else? Why is it such a relief that Eddie said his name instead of Jeff or Jonathan?
Robin is looking back at him with her eyes wide and mouth slightly open. “Steve do you—do you like him?”
He blinks several times. “Uh. I don’t—I’m not—”
What does this mean? If he wants Eddie to like him, does that mean he likes Eddie? He imagines for a second that Eddie does like someone else. He pictures him going on dates with some other guy, kissing some other guy. And it fills him with so much immense hatred for this faceless figment of his imagination. God, he’s jealous.
“Holy shit,” he whispers.
Robin takes both of his hands and squeezes them. “Holy shit,” she repeats.
He pitches forward and lets his head slump onto her shoulder. God, what does this mean for him? He doesn’t know what to do with himself. His world just got lifted up, spun around, and dropped back on its head with no warning. And now he’s just supposed to go about his life knowing that he has feelings for a guy. For Eddie.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Robin says, running her fingers through his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with having a crush on a guy.”
“I know,” he says, voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt.
“But I get how earth-shattering this is.”
He lifts his head to look at her and she gives him an encouraging smile. She squeezes his hands again.
“What do I do now?” he asks.
“Well,” she says, reaching up to flick a lock of hair out of his eyes. “I think you should probably go talk to Eddie.”
(part two here)
#steve realizing he has a crush on eddie bc he realizes he wants eddie to have a crush on him is my bread and butter#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#stranger things#ficlet
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what would fae!Dick's relationship with Tim be like?
Hm that’s an interesting question!
Well, Dick being fae I doubt he’d take kindly to Tim’s presence in the beginning. When fae grieve, they grieve for a long time. Sometimes forever. So Tim taking the mantle of Robin would be perceived by Dick as stealing it from his dead baby brother, which is… a recipe for disaster.
If we go with the option of our little genius Tim figuring Dick out as other pretty fast then he’d be super cautious, but that still won’t stop Dick from discretely trying to push him into poisonous bushes or “accidentally” trip him off a building. Fae are vindictive.
Of course, Bruce isn’t spared a similar treatment.
But yeah, their relationship would be very, very strained in the beginning. Eventually Dick warms up to Tim but it takes a lot of bribing with food from Alfred and some very colorful threats about never, ever touching Jason’s stuff again (Tim accidentally took Jason’s favorite mug from the shelf).
Tim manages to score himself a place in the family (in Dick’s eyes) when he finds out that Bruce was well on his way to committing suicide via reckless behavior and Tim pulled him back from the brink. It doesn’t fix everything right away, but from then on Dick ceases his hostile behavior and makes a conscious effort to get to know Tim.
Tim is… suspicious. In the beginning. But he realizes soon enough that the tentative offers of friendship are genuine.
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I CAN SEE YOU ִ ࣪𖤐
Wriothesley
SYNOPSIS … “and we keep everything professional, but something’s changed, it’s something I like.” “and I could see you being my addiction, you can see me as a secret mission.”
NOTES … happy ttpd day (was hurt when listening to robin and peter)
CONTENTS … sfw , romance , slight angst , minor kissing scene , mentions of power difference , gender neutral reader
Word Count … 1469
Genshin Impact (Taylor’s Version) Masterlist
Feelings and work never go well together. Wriothesley knows that better than anyone and does exactly what he should be doing; avoid mixing the two together.
Matters in the fortress were already quite a lot to bear, a lot can be added with something such as personal affairs. He doesn’t play into favorites, the idea of it was unfair and overall cruel to think about from an outside perspective.
He doesn’t want anyone in his workplace to paint him as something so horrid as that. It was all to avoid internal conflicts between the work environment of meropide to ensure things go as smoothly as possible.
As much as Wriothesley does what should be done; he also does what shouldn’t even be considerable in this environment.
He only realized this when he found himself paying more attention to another person rather than the rest. If anyone were to read his thoughts, he would defend himself that he genuinely tries to not further it more.
But sometimes when you gesture to each other a small nod along the hallways, Wriothesley really can’t help but think what would happen if it were more than that. More than just simply respect out of a higher up. Whaf would it be if it were something personal.
So he starts watching you; he watches your cooperation with the other guards, your assistance towards the convicts, and even the way you'd sometimes slip in the slippery, wet pipes during your shifts.
But he should’ve given you more credit, not realizing how easily you must have spotted his watchful eyes. He hears you hum, “His grace being out of his office at this time of the day, has something happened?”
“Yes, well…” he ponders for a while. “I thought I heard an explosive.”
“Ah,” Wriothesley looks at your confused expression, somehow noting how level-headed you are. “That's odd, I haven't heard nor felt anything of the sorts…”
If it were anyone else hearing Wriothesley's words just then, they would have panicked at the word “explosive”, yet he felt like laughing a bit at how you weren’t that. “Maybe it was just in my head,”
“Hallucinating? May e you should visit Miss Sigewinne.” Despite your words that were meant to deliver worry, it felt indifferent to your normal tone; something level-headed and calm.
Wriothesley immediately rejects the idea, somehow convincing you that he didn’t feel any headache of any sorts.
“If not, perhaps you just need a meal?” You smile at his stubbornness regarding this hallucination of his, to which Wriothesley felt slightly embarrassed that he let someone think that he’s starting to lose his mind.
“That's probably it,” He admits, shaking off the sudden tension he felt with his previous actions. “Then join me for lunch? you’ve been working for a while,”
“Ah, so his grace was watching me. Thank you for confirming.”
Now he felt genuinely caught.
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Ever since the first time Wriothesley has ever gotten to speak to you properly outside of professional matters, he has been talking to you a whole lot in and out of his office.
Whenever you would get suspicious of his sudden visitations during working hours, he’d always excuse himself to merely seeing how everyone was doing and that you weren’t the only one he’s seeing. Which at first you found to be believable.
If it weren’t for the outside glances, you would have kept believing that.
It didn’t take long for the quiet rumors to turn into loud ones, which bothers Wriothesley. Has his “i don’t play favorites” persona died?
He wonders if he should stop making cuts in his schedule to see you. If this word continues to spread, who knows what mistreatment you might receive from both the convicts and the guards. He grumbles at the thought.
But he always seemed to give you less and less credit, he remembers just that when you were the one who felt more astray from him. The one who was supposed to treat you indifferently was the one being treated indifferently, by you.
Sharing a conversation with each other starts to happen rarely and eventually never, and if it did happen it would have been kept short and professional.
Lunch breaks were once again spent inside his office, all by himself with only stacks of paperworks to accompany him instead of your calm musings.
Passing by one another in the hallway felt wrong. You merely send a simple nod to him, like how you would to another one of your coworkers.
Sometimes, Wriothesley just hopes that you weren’t so nonchalant about it all. He just hoped that you weren’t thinking that it was for the best for the both of you, and his title. He just wonders if it doesn’t bother you how you two never talk the same way before?
He only wished that you would come knocking in his office, claiming that you had missed your shared talks with one another. How you’d missed the lunches you shared together. How you had missed him.
What would he do if it ever happens?
“Your grace?” Wriothesley turns to see you, in his office. Just you and him in his office. “I’ve been knocking for a while and thought you were asleep so,”
Why are you here? Did his unspoken wishes somehow come true? it felt stupid and childish but really, Wriothesley felt amused by the thought of it.
“I was sent to deliver these.” Ah, he watches as you pile some files on the table. So that's why.
“Thank you,” You were done with your task, but neither you and him did nor say anything.
Which somehow felt weird considering you two haven’t properly talked for a while.
“You should…” You drag out with a smile, “Get some sleep.”
He returns your smile, the way it would usually be. “Don’t worry, I usually nap every so often.”
“I meant sleep, Wriothesley.”
He likes the way you say his name.
“Those are two different things.”
He knows— well he does now that he was reminded of it. “Surely you knew what you did,”
“Would you like me to address you as ‘your grace’?”
“Not really,” It was almost embarrassing how he responded immediately to your question, as if offended that you would even ask him that.
You laugh at this, and he figures that he likes the way your voice echoes in his empty office.
“You should be leaving now.” Yes, you should be.
“I should,” So why aren’t you leaving? “I simply want to apologize.”
He stays silent, reading his quietness as a way of asking why.
“I shouldn't have indulged in those conversations of ours, I wouldn't want to ruin your image.” Usually he would like your words, but he finds himself hating the way you were apologizing as if it was your fault for his self-indulgent behaviors. And to top it off, he felt put-off at the way you said it so formally.
“That was my decision,”
“I know,” You say. “I still feel the need to apologize.”
“Why?”
“Considering you’re my boss and the longer we talk in a personal manner the more it would lead to unfairness. Something you don’t really… like.”
You’re right. He doesn't really like unfairness, usually playing by fair laws more than anything. And with this… relationship, the power difference between you two felt very apparent.
“You’re right,”
You nod.
It was easy to find yourself out of Wriothesley’s office after that conversation. Because it made sense. It was fair.
But none of those happen when you are up against the wall with him, feeling your lips numb and sting from the rough kisses of his own. If you were to allow him, he would bite your lip hard enough to draw blood.
But that doesn’t happen, instead his hands find their way under your jaw, nudging your head upwards so he can taste you better. Both you can only hope that no one else trudges inside of his office in the middle of the night.
He should probably stop, you should also maybe stop. But the echoes of your breathy huffs from the kiss and his desperate grunts felt too addicting to intervene. It would feel wrong to stop when you two had gotten too far.
Oh, what would the others say when they found out that you’d been smuggling up to the boss? You’d be lying if you were to say that the thought doesn’t bother you.
Somehow, Wriothesley interrupted the moment by pulling away yet still too close to have you feel his breath against your bruised lips. “Behave and don’t tell anyone.”
You laugh, maybe because both of you know better that he was the one who needed to be told to behave.
From that time and every night in his office, it was all a secret.
rimi’s notes …
if it wasn’t obvious enough, i am not used to writing rough kiss scenes. (kissing scenes in general but i try) very sorry haven’t updated this for those who were looking forward to it😭 once i finish writing thoma’s, hopefully the schedule would return back hhh
Next in line would be Thoma for RED!
hearts / reblogs / follows are very much appreciated ★
Hey Stephen by Venti (previously) ִ ࣪𖤐 Stay Stay Stay by Thoma (coming soon)
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steve and robin go to a gay club in indianapolis and steve cannot stop staring at this guy with long dark curls that’s wearing chains and a leather jacket (which steve thought was the opposite of his type but apparently not).
steve himself is wearing a croptop and high-waisted jeans that “make his ass look amazing” (according to robin) and he even let them put some sparkly shit on his face because why the fuck not at this point. he’s been covered in blood and monster guts, he can handle wearing makeup.
anyway, the point is steve knows he looks good. its not him bragging, it’s just a fact of life. the sky is blue, water is wet, and steve harrington is hot. that’s just how it is.
so when steve sees the hot guy across the room, he doesn’t doubt that they’ll think he looks good. it’s just… steve, despite being a notorious playboy, is actually fucking awful at flirting.
because of this, steve decides to simply pine from afar and mope while robin is having the time of their life (sometimes he really hates being the designated driver, but alas, he’s the only one that can actually drive).
robin, being the amazing and observant friend they are, immediately notices this and begins scheming. when steve looks away to ask the bartender for a coke (poor guy), robin meanders their way through the crowd and over to the guy steve was eyeing up.
they tap him on the shoulder and the guy turns around, cocking his head in question.
“hey, my friend over there thinks you’re hot but is terrible at flirting so i decided to be a good friend and wingman for him,” they yell over the music.
the guy blinks, looks from them to steve and back, before whipping his head around again to gape at steve. robin isn’t sure how to take that until the guy asks, incredulously,
“is that steve fucking harrington?”
robin panics because oh shit this guy knows steve which means they accidentally outed steve to some guy who apparently knows him?? (and who is still staring at him dumbstruck). robin squints their eyes suspiciously and replies
“…and what if it was?”
the guy snaps his attention back to robin and open and closes his mouth a few times before blurting out
“do you- does he not know who i am?”
now it’s robins turn to be confused because why the fuck would steve know this guy? the man obviously reads this in their expression because he drags a hand down his face before stating
“i’m eddie munson. the ‘freak’ of hawkins high? king steve’s number one rival?”
“don’t fucking call him that,” robin spits out venomously. they’ve had to help steve out of self-deprecating panic attacks too many times because of that fucking title and will not hesitate to punch this guy for using it.
“okay, jeez. but seriously, do neither of you recognize me? i don’t know if i should be offended or not,” eddie ponders aloud.
robin huffs and rolls their eyes. steve really knew how to pick ‘em (aka snarky and a bit cocky).
“whatever, he’s changed a lot- obviously- so if you’re not a dick then the offer still stands,” robin responds.
eddie looks over at steve again and sighs to himself. he never would’ve guessed he’d see steve fucking harrington in a croptop, let alone a gay bar, let alone interested in him.
and eddie was never one to waste an opportunity so…
“i’ve been into him since the moment i fucking saw him at hawkins high, there is no way i’m refusing that offer,” he replies.
robin laughs and pulls eddie through the crowd and towards steve. eddie kinda feels like he’s dreaming when steve looks over at him and blushes, pink splotches decorating his face.
wow, eddie thinks, he really is the stuff of dreams
#steddie#steddie mini fic#steddie ficlet#steddie drabble#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#stobin friendship#wingman robin#they/them pronouns for robin#nonbinary robin buckley#mlm steve harrington#gay eddie munson
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Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2K]
inspo from an ask answered by @plainemmanem and thank you @lunatictardis for tagging me!
It was stupid really. Steve knew that. You knew that. But Eddie had challenged him when they were both drunk and at Robin’s Halloween party. Of course, your boyfriend accepted, ‘cause one was as stupid as the other - Steve just happened to be more stubborn.
“Eddie’s single,” you’d reminded him. “You can literally have sex with me any time you want.”
“Please don’t say ‘sex’ right now,” the boy had pleaded as Eddie and Nancy snorted in the background, dollar bills exchanging palms as they watched Steve try not to stare at your tits.
“Steve, it’s been fifteen hours.”
To be fair, he’d lasted longer than you expected. Not without complaint, but it had been eight days and Steve was avoiding touching you, skirting past you and keeping his hands tucked into his pockets like you were a dangerous weapon.
Steve thought you were.
He’d groaned and whined when you bent over in front of him, when you pulled your hair back out of your face, a Pavlovian response that had him squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t handle it when you pressed yourself against him, even for something as innocent as a hug and you’d begun to get annoyed, missing your boyfriend's touch.
“This is getting ridiculous,” you’d huffed, ignoring your friend's laughter when Steve had to ease you off his lap during a movie, brown eyes wide and his pretty features panic stricken. “Steve!”
“Baby,” he’d groaned all apologetic, taking your hand instead, pressing a kiss to your palm even whilst you frowned at him. “You can’t get mad at me, please, you know it turns me on.”
Eddie had lost it.
Which is why you’d taken matters into your own hands and begged Nancy to go shopping with you, both of you browsing through the lingerie section at the department store, cringing at the price tags and pretending that the pretty sales lady wasn’t staring at you both suspiciously.
“Remind me why you’re still getting regular sex?” You huffed, holding up something red and lacy. It was so tiny, you weren’t sure which way it went, or where it was supposed to cover.
Nancy snorted, presenting a baby blue body suit to you, too flowery for your taste and you wrinkled your nose. “Because Jonathan isn’t an idiot,” she replied, smirking even though she was blushing. She caught your eye, your raised brows and doubtful expression. “Fine, because Jonathan isn’t as big of an idiot as Eddie and Steve,” she corrected.
So you spent too much money on a set that came with more pieces of lace than you were used to, all black with sheer stockings and a suspender belt. You’d laughed when Nancy pushed some stilettos into your hand, telling you the extra cash spent would be worth it, how it would make Steve lose his shit. And really, that’s what this trip was about.
You knew he was finishing work at five, knew he promised to take Dustin and Lucas to the arcade when he was done so it gave you time to monopolise his bathroom, preening in the mirror as you brushed out your hair and slicked on some gloss.
You were posed and ready for Steve, smiling to yourself as you heard the front door open and close. He knew you were already in his room, your shoes by the front door, some music playing faintly from the stereo on his dresser.
He just didn’t expect to see you perched on the edge of his bed, stocking clad legs crossed at the thighs, hands pressed to the sheets behind you so you could push your chest out a little, all black lace wrapped around soft skin. The heels were a nice touch, you’d thought, kinda intimidating looking, sharp toed and doing everything to make your legs look a mile long.
Steve stopped at the door, eyes wide, jaw slack and a groan came from somewhere deep inside of him, a filthy, filthy noise as he immediately backed away, stumbling into the hall.
“Nononono, baby,” he whined. He sounded wrecked, eyes still on you despite being ten feet away. “Baby, fuck.”
You grinned, not even trying to hide your amusement, your smugness. You made a soft noise of sympathy, all faux sincerity as you uncrossed your legs and stood up, suspender belt cinched around your waist, stockings high on your thighs and heels clicking against the floor.
Steve looked like he was about to drop to his knees. He leant against the wall instead, one hand coming up to his mouth to cover his low moans, throaty and rough, biting down on his fist as he stared at you.
You made a show of it, turning to the side as you peered down at yourself, tits sitting high on your chest with the help of the expensive bra, all sheer material and scalloped edges. You ran your hands down the soft of your tummy, pressed them over the curve of your ass, barely covered by the scrap of lace that acted as underwear.
“D’you like it?” You asked, doe eyed and smiling. “I bought it for you.”
Steve was red in the cheeks, eyes glassy, all flushed and wild looking. You almost felt bad.
Almost.
“Illegal,” Steve ground out, voice strained. He gestured to where your thigh highs were held up by the little straps, ass bouncing a little as you twisted for him, showing off. “That should be illegal.”
“Baby,” you pouted, acting up, acting cute, the way you knew he couldn’t resist. “You don’t think it looks good?”
Steve barked out a laugh, a strangled noise as he edged forward, looking at you like you were his last meal. He looked absolutely wrecked, like the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, taking in every inch of you, gaze pausing on your thighs, your tits, the slope of your neck, the cherry coloured shine of your lips. “Yeah, babe, it looks good on you, fucking Christ.”
You grinned, pleased and beckoned him back into his room with a crook of your finger.
“This isn’t fair,” he murmured, low and throaty. “You look fucking insane, oh my god, are you trying to kill me?”
He was babbling, losing it as he walked towards you, hands in his hair as he tried not rip out the strands, doing everything he could to keep himself grounded. It was cute, how he thought he could still win his stupid bet.
Steve kept a little away still, a foot or two between you, close enough that he could smell your perfume, his favourite, the body wash that belonged to him that clung to your skin. He was salivating.
“You’re evil, you’re actually evil,” the boy groaned as you twisted and twirled for him, ass popped out. “I fucking love you.”
“Wanna show me how much?” You smirked, reaching a hand out to trail your fingertips along the skin that peeked out his collar. He was hot, chest heaving, panting for you. “I’ve missed you Stevie,” you cooed, moving in closer. “Missed having your hands on me.”
Steve stuttered over a breath as you took his wrists in your grip, coaxing them to the sides of your waist, you encouraged him to hold you, pressing yourself against him and feeling how painfully fucking hard he was underneath his jeans. It didn’t take much for his palms to drop down to your hips, fingering at the soft nylon of your thigh highs.
You watched him, eyes dark, tongue peeking out between your teeth as you tried to hold back your amusement, ‘cause Steve’s eyes were fluttering closed and he threw his head back, groaning in defeat.
“You look,” he panted out, his breath a hiss. “So. Fucking. Good.”
“Thank you,” you answered politely, nudging your nose against his chin, drawing a line with it up the slope of his jaw. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, sweet and innocent, sticky cherry left behind. “My pretty boy. Want you so bad, d’you know that? Got all dressed up just for you, Steve.”
He leaned into you, hands squeezing at your hips, hard enough to bruise, all semblance of control completely gone. You looked up at him through your lashes, blinking innocently as you watched his eyes droop all pretty.
He was a man gone.
“Fuck, fuck, you did? Shit, sweetheart, this is— you’re just— ohmygod.”
You managed to coax him towards his bed, the backs of his knees hitting the edge of the mattress and he sat without argument, hands grabbing at your waist the minute you settled yourself onto him.
He was rock hard, gasping, pupils blown wide. A pretty, pretty state.
“Oh, my poor boy,” you cooed out, hands smoothing over his forehead, pushing his hair from his eyes. You kissed the high of his cheekbone, peppered tiny kisses over each freckle there. “You gotta calm down, you’re gonna burst a blood vessel, Stevie.”
“Calm down?” He choked out in a laugh, snapping your suspenders against your thighs. His eyes rolled back when you gasped, a pretty, little sound that made his dick twitch under your cunt. “Sweetheart, have you fuckin’ seen yourself? I think I’ve already died.”
“Can I kiss you?” You said instead of real response, ignoring the way he whined, shaking his head as if he actually meant it, as if he had any intention of rejecting you. “Please?”
You stayed still, one hand carding through his hair, the other curled around his neck, annoying the way his pulse jumped and throbbed under your palm.
Steve moved into you, noses bumping, his breath a fast and heavy huff over your lips as you patiently waited.
“M’gonna come in my fuckin’ pants,” Steve choked out, his touch roaming freely over your body now, palming roughly at your tits, finger and thumb expertly finding your already stuff nipple under the lace. “You’re gonna make a goddamn mess of me, baby, s’that what you want?”
You whined, arching into him, ‘cause although you’d started the game, you’d truly missed your boyfriend’s affection. His large, wide palms, greedy kisses, the way he liked to manhandle you in bed.
You nodded, sighing heavy, eyes closing, “yeah, Stevie, fuck.”
He kissed you and it was all over, tongue licking into you the minute you opened your mouth for him, his hand on your jaw, thumb tugging desperately at your bottom lip, urging you to kiss him back as needily as he was kissing you. The sounds he made were sinful, moans and groans and whines that had you rocking your hips, grabbing at him.
Steve was wrong though, he didn’t come in his pants just from kissing you. No. But he did when you pushed him down onto the mattress, hands pressed to his chest as you started a dirty grind over him, the prettiest smile on your face as he chanted your name, groaning and swearing, head thrown back and his nails leaving marks on your thighs.
It didn’t matter though, ‘cause he made it up to you four times that night, right into the early hours of the morning, when he’d snagged the lace of your bra and ripped one stocking, your heels in different corners of the room. And when you both showed up to movie night at Nancy’s, Eddie took one look at his friend and cackled, holding out a hand to each of your friends, crowing happily as dollar bills stacked up.
“You’re weak,” he laughed at Steve, poking at the lavender coloured marks on his neck, the skin that dipped below his shirt.
Steve just batted the other boy away and flung himself down onto a beanbag, opening his arms so you could fall into his lap. His hand found its home, pressed between the tips of your thigh, just decent enough that Robin wouldn’t throw popcorn at him.
He shrugged, grinned up all lazy at Eddie, pressed his tongue to his cheek to try and hide his glee and replied, “Yeah, I know.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington fanfiction#Steve harrington smut#stranger things fic#UDWS10K
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When Steve got home, Robin had soup waiting for him. He was beyond grateful for a nice warm meal at the end of the day. He had been short with her during their shift—Steve could be a real grump when he was sick—so he apologized for being a dingus.
While they ate, Steve put on their favorite show: Head of the Class. Robin told him he'd make a good teacher every time they watched it. Maybe he would've considered becoming one if he had gotten into college.
The next day was Sunday, and the store was closed. Finally, a much-needed day off. Steve’s plan was to stay in and help Robin pack up her entire life—again. He’d helped her move into his apartment after she’d graduated in the spring.
They both knew living together was temporary, but that hadn’t stopped Steve from getting used to how things were and not wanting them to change.
Robin had spent most of the time they were living and working together trying to convince him to come with her. Instead of living in the dorms, she suggested they get an apartment in the city together. That way, they’d still be there to support each other and could afford it by continuing to split the rent.
If only Steve wasn’t running his mother’s dream business. He couldn’t bring himself to commit to Robin’s plan. He wanted to, but mostly because it would feel even more like hell in Hawkins without her. Besides her, all Steve had left were the kids, and they would eventually go off to college, too.
When it was official that he wasn’t going to go, Steve put up a flier to find another roommate.
He’d been relying on Robin too much. With her and Nancy gone that fall, maybe he could get a life of his own. As much as he’d miss them, he was in too deep to abandon the shop and his mom.
He’d come to love his job. He never thought he’d love anything about working, but he’d found something he was good at—something that most days didn't even feel like work. He was helping people and bringing joy to others. He liked taking care of flowers, too; seeing them grow and bloom and then go off to finish their purpose.
Back in Robin’s room, she was going through her bookshelf, contemplating every single book she had and throwing most of them in a box that would go with her. Steve didn’t know how he was going to lift it to his car on moving day.
“Robs, I’m pretty sure you won’t need any of your books. You’re going to a big school full of nerdy, smart people just like you. Of course the place is gonna have a library. Although… I’m not sure that they’re going to have this book.” Steve looked at it, brows raising suspiciously. There was a muscular man standing proudly on the cover. Kinda feminine, with long flowing hair. He was embracing a woman with a very ample bosom.
Robin snatched the book from him, face flushing, and dropped it in the box. Steve didn’t get an explanation, but they continued to chit-chat.
Random objects kept triggering Robin’s memory, sparking tales that Steve listened to intently. He laughed when she read out loud from her diary the passage about her massive crush on Tammy Thompson.
Steve sang like a muppet, interrupting her just to get her to laugh with him while he arranged her clothes so neatly it was like they were the most complicated flower arrangement he’d ever crafted. Getting every piece of clothing into her suitcase almost felt like Tetris. It was satisfying when he got it closed. Luckily, Robin wasn’t a stereotypical girl with a lot of clothing anyway.
When she went to pack up the bathroom, Steve was so focused that he nearly missed the phone ringing. There was one in his bedroom that was closer than the one in the kitchen, so he got up and ran into his room to catch the call.
Still being sick, Steve was breathless by the time he was able to grab the phone. He sat down on his bed and took a deep breath before he answered. He wasn’t sure who it could be, but his eyes widened as he listened to the person on the other end. The name made him pause: Eddie. Oh.
That was familiar, wasn’t it?
He was about to speak when a sneeze snuck up on him. He pulled out the hanky he’d been favoring ever since it had been given to him. He blocked the receiver, cursed softly, and blotted his nose as it hit him: it was the hanky giver himself on the other end.
“Hey, Eddie! Yes, this is Steve from Harrington Floral,” he replied, smiling a bit. He was chomping at the bit to find out if Eddie’s uncle had gotten engaged. “Did your uncle pop the question last night?”
Forget that Eddie was calling him to find out about his roommate vacancy—he had to know if there was any good news. Steve laughed excitedly when Eddie confirmed that it did indeed happen and that his uncle had visited the flower shop that morning.
“Oh! Your uncle is Wayne? He is the sweetest guy! I didn’t know he was going to propose. He damn near cleared us out of roses! At least now I know it was for a very good reason!”
If Eddie had a nickel for every time he’d heard someone call his uncle sweet, he would’ve been broke. Most people judged Wayne by his surly exterior, just like they judged Eddie by his style and taste in music.
It made Eddie like Steve more, and he could feel a genuine smile stretch across his face. “His fiancée loved them, man. I can pretty much guarantee they’ll choose you to flowerise their wedding. And he’ll be back to buy another bouquet from you as soon as those roses wilt.”
He’d seen the determination in his uncle’s eyes. Wayne wasn’t the type to back down from his words. Kathleen was going to be getting bouquets for the rest of her life. They wouldn’t all be as extravagant as the first one, sure, but she would be spoiled as much as Wayne was able.
“I really appreciate the business,” Steve said, “and because you came on the same day, it just shows that you’re both equally sweet and thoughtful. Happy to hear that he’ll be a repeat customer. Maybe you will be, too?”
Eddie ducked his head. If he had a nickel for every time someone had called him sweet, he would be double broke. It was likely just a salesman’s tactic, but the flattery was pleasurable regardless.
He wondered if Steve would be put off by him if he knew Eddie hadn’t given the flowers to anyone and had kept them for himself like a loser.
“I’ll be back,” he confirmed. And not just because he had a quickly escalating crush on the man in charge. Those Black-eyed Susans on his mother’s grave still looked as fresh as the day he’d bought them. Eddie coiled the phone cord around his finger. “So, turns out I really didn’t need that free bouquet.”
“Guess you didn’t.” Steve was giddy about the news. He loved that the shop's flowers were a big part of the proposal. “Even better that you didn’t pay for them.”
Steve wondered if Eddie had given them to the bride. Given how impressive the ones his uncle bought were, probably not. Maybe Eddie had someone else to give them to.
Steve had nearly forgotten why Eddie had called until Robin appeared in his doorway. He gave her a glum look at the reminder. “You called about the room, though, right?”
Despite having the flier up for almost two weeks, Steve hadn’t had a prospect for a roommate until then. It was kind of a relief to get an inquiry from someone he’d at least seen in person.
“Yeah. I live with Wayne right now, so I’m going to be cramping his style pretty soon if I don’t skedaddle, what with his new bride and all.” Eddie laughed quietly, tapping his fingers on the table.
Steve made a noise of understanding. “My roommate is moving out next weekend. She’s going off to college... You’re the first person who’s called me about it, so if you’re free today, you can come see the place?”
Eddie’s fingers tapped harder. The prospect of being in constant close quarters with a guy he was into was somewhat dangerous. It would either be fun or complete torture.
Or both. Probably both. Eddie had to go for it.
“I can come see it today. What time and where?”
He remembered what area the apartment was located in from the ad, but he couldn’t remember the street name.
Eddie stood up, spinning in a circle to try and find a pen and paper. Of course, there was nothing close by, and he ended up getting tangled in the phone cord instead and had to spin in the opposite direction to unwind himself. Idiot. “Hang on, just let me grab something to write down the address.”
“No problem.” Steve waited patiently, chuckling a little when he heard noises on the other end of the line. Sounded kinda chaotic.
It took way too long, but Eddie eventually found a ballpoint pen in one of Wayne’s jackets. He rushed to grab the phone again. “Sorry, sorry, I’m ready now.” He uncapped the pen with his teeth, using his arm as a notepad to scribble the address down. “Alright, got it. I’ll see you soon.”
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co-writing this with @batty4steddie 💕
#fic#wybmb#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steddie au#florist au#florist!steve harrington#and then they were roommates#🚪#❤️
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Little secrets
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader
Words: ~ 3 800
Summary: Zoro always insists a little too much that they stop by a specific island then disappears until they need to leave again. What's going on?
Tags: Sub! zoro, dom! reader, embarrassed zoro, pet names, very fluffy
Somewhat inspired by @sinsterdarling 's fanfic
Not proofread
Probably ooc characters, bc im also very dumb
MASTERLIST
Zoro's eyes narrowed a little as he finally saw the island in the distance and, as much as he could feel certain relief, something also twisted inside his chest because the ship just couldn’t meet the shore soon enough. His grip around his swords was almost too tight, hurting his palm a little until he was forced to let go and find something to do until they reached the island, but it still felt like an eternity until it was finally time to toss the anchor down in the water.
It felt good to finally be on land for once in a while, to have firm ground under your feet. A quiet sigh of relief escaped Zoro's nose as he looked around, tucking his hands into his pockets.
Zoro yawned, watching the others stretch, and check their surroundings. It wasn't much different than the last time they'd been there. The stands near the shore sold fresh seafood, the reason of the incessant shouting of prices and products to attract the high volume of people that walked by. The island wasn't just the Strawhat's usual destination. A few other ships had docked there, being loaded or already leaving to the open sea without the worry of being stopped by the marine. Truly a paradise if it weren't so offhand because of their new routes. Zoro almost had to insist a suspicious amount for them to make a stop there.
The weather was quite nice. It was hot enough to take a bath in the warm sea water, but not too hot that you'd feel like in hell after standing under the sun for longer than five minutes, with a heat that was soothed by the soft breeze. Soft white clouds adorned the blue sky, once in a while blocking the sunlight for a few minutes. It felt perfect. Almost like a home.
"Hey." Zoro attracted their attention. "We are leaving just tomorrow, right?"
"Most likely." Robin hummed and nodded along with Luffy after the two shared a look.
"Right," Zoro exhaled. "I'll meet you tomorrow. Don't bother looking for me or anything, I know my way around."
“Are you sure? You don’t even know left from right.” Sanji clicked his tongue as he shook his head.
“And you don’t even know your own name the moment you see a woman!” Zoto shouted, his hands balling into fists by his sides.
Sanji groaned, eye twitching, and sucked in a breath just to interrupt himself the moment Luffy steps in between the two. “Ohh, look at that! Sanji, do you think you can prepare me something with that?” Everyone followed the direction he pointed at to see a proud man selling octopus that looked better than most of what they saw around.
“Tch.” Sanji sighed. “Of course. Let’s go.”
Zoro turned on his heels to start his own little journey, but stopped when he heard his name being called. Nami stood there with some papers in hands, raising an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure you’ll be fine, Zoro? Where are you even going?”
He rolled his eyes with a soft sigh, though all he bothered doing was to glance back at her. “I will be fine. Let me go, I don’t want to lose any more time.”
“Ohh, Zoro is full of secrets!” Usopp told Chopper, who giggled along with him. As much as these comments had Zoro’s muscles twitching for him to hit their heads so they’d shut up already, he didn’t want to waste more of his precious time on the island. He closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath so he could focus again.
Right. He was supposed to walk to the right until he saw a sorta alligator–shaped rock, then turn left and follow up to the woods. There was a red ribbon attached to the tree next to the way he should follow—a red ribbon along with some carvings, which sight already almost had him blushing. Swallowing thickly, he glanced around to make sure no one had followed him. There truly wasn’t anyone, but he still held his breath as making his way further down the trail into the woods.
Everything was fine until the way divided itself in two. Zoro didn’t remember whether he was told to go down the way with the tall tree or to avoid it. He stood there for a long moment, just staring at the tree while trying to remember what he had been told. First, alligator rock, then red ribbon, then... tall tree or not tall tree? Fuck off, why was it so difficult to remember? Well, it must’ve been tall tree, right? Or else he would’ve been told to follow the pebbles’ side.
With a shrug, Zoro took the right side and just kept walking, but... Something felt a little off. The ground was muddy, and he was sure it wasn’t supposed to be like that.
“Fuck...” Zoro clicked his tongue, turning around to follow the way back to that intersection. Maybe it really was about avoiding the tall tree direction. Who knew, huh. Now, he just needed to find that intersection and... No way he had walked that much away from it, so why did it never come?
Okay, it didn't seem good. Zoro stopped and scratched the back of his neck as he observed his surroundings. He couldn't see anything after a certain distance because of how the trees embraced the area, so returning to his starting point seemed a little out of question at the moment. The view was beautiful, either way, with the sun poking in through the leaves of the trees, but it was difficult to appreciate it with all the thoughts rushing through his head. Maybe he could set a direction and just walk because he would certainly reach somewhere at some point. Either way, he continued looking for something familiar on his way, walking a little slower than the last time, paying attention to every single sound and detail.
"Oh, what a good surprise!" The sudden voice had Zoro jumping, turning around abruptly, just for the tension to wear out at the moment he saw a familiar face there, giving place to a nice sensation as he felt his heart flutter. It was as if his body had its own mind, taking Zoro to them in swift steps. "Hi! How are you?"
No response came, instead only a warm hug that had both of them content. The world seemed to fall quieter once Zoro found them. His cheeks felt warm when he pulled away and looked at you, eyes flickering over each inch of your figure to take in the sight he had missed so much. His hands held onto your upper arms maybe a little tighter than needed, but he couldn’t risk letting any second near you go unused.
“How are you doing, pretty boy?” You repeated yourself with a soft smile as you gazed at Zoro—he always loved the way you looked at him, as if he was worth something. “I missed you.”
Zoro hummed almost inaudibly, finally nodding. “Doing well, yes. What about you?” As much as you knew it, he wanted to say that he missed you as well, to tell how much he had insisted for his friends to stop by at the island again, but the words just stopped at his throat and left him with an embarrassment and guilt that barely let Zoro look at you in the eyes.
“Fine, yes, but better now that my pretty boy is here with me.” You had a soft smile on your features. Your hand cupped Zoro's cheek softly so you could press a kiss to his face, which made him press his eyes shut for a moment as his cheeks burned hotter. "Come on, I will prepare you something to eat. You must be tired." Your hand fit just right around Zoro's, warm and protective.
Zoro hummed softly, ignoring the fact he had been walking in a completely different direction the whole time. His eyes fell to your other hand, seeing a large shopping bag. "Do you want help?"
"No, darling, it's fine." You smiled softly. "We're almost there, either way."
The place you lived in wasn't too modest nor too luxurious, with enough space for your whims and very well kept. It was almost a cottage, both for its aesthetic and also the way it was situated in a nice clearing with a lake near it, in the middle of the woods, a good distance away from anyone else. You also cultivated a few plants, so there was a beautiful flower garden by the front and a small vegetable one by the back. It was one of the most beautiful sightings for Zoro.
The house still smelled just like he remembered. Not much had changed either since the last time he'd been there, saving for a few of the furniture that changed place and the new decoration.
Inside that bag, you had food, which you carefully put away while Zoro made himself home. He couldn't help but to spot some ingredients for his favorite dish. It was almost as if you knew he was coming, and he wouldn't be surprised if you really did.
There, surprisingly, was a place where he could feel comfortable without his swords hanging from his waist. Not only did he know that you were strong enough to face any threat that attacked the island, but he was also sure he would be one of your priorities when it came to protection.
Zoro didn't really know what to do with his hands as he sat on the kitchen table, watching you assemble ingredients and stir pans until a few plates were set in front of him. There were pancakes, toasts, fruits, honey, hot chocolate, coffee, milk...
"Thank you." His voice was small and quiet, but still made it to your ears and snatched a soft smile from you that made something bubble up inside his chest. Zoro was quick to start eating, balancing it between eating it all at once because of how hungry he was and savoring each bit because he didn’t have the opportunity of eating your food everyday. Fingers touched the hair on the base of his neck, running through the short green strands in a soothing motion that had him closing his eyes for a moment whilst leaning into the touch. His eyes parted open to meet yours—you had a cup in hand while observing him quite adoringly. It somehow made him feel small, though not small as in when he met with an enemy who was resistant to his swords, but as in a way he could be held in someone’s palm knowing he wouldn’t be crushed.
“Is it good, honey?”
He swallowed. “Yes. Thank you so much.”
The constant rush Zoro’s life was in seemed to take an eventual pause when he was there, that small house in a little island making him feel so loved and protected as if it were a palace filled with gold and protected by a thousand gods; so being with you was something like finally allowing himself to rest and feel the weight on his back and chest without feeling guilty that he was somehow losing time.
A soft crack came from Zoro’s back as he groaned while throwing his intertwined hands above his head to stretch. The couch was way too comfortable, but he couldn’t sleep, not right now. He wanted to enjoy every little second with you, more and more, and just being pressed to you didn’t work. A whine almost escaped his throat with it. Almost. Instead, it was a soft him of appreciation because of how your lips met his.
The kiss was slow, but still very intense; the reason and the reward for escaping every adventure alive and in a whole piece, even if the times Zoro showed up to see you had more and more time between each other. He deepened the kiss at that thought, feeling a shiver run down his spine at how your hand met the side of his neck, letting your thumb run against his jaw soothingly.
“Tell me, honey,” you whispered against his lips before kissing your way down to his jaw. “Tell me where you’ve been and what you’ve done.”
A breath caught in his throat until he could finally get used to the soft touches. “I’ve been to somewhere called Skypiea and— And we met another god,” he told.
“I don’t know if you have ever noticed this...” Usopp attracted everyone’s attention, or at least had Nami, Robin, Sanji, and Chopper looking at him while Luffy wolfed down all the food they’d ordered from a local restaurant. “...but Zoro disappears every single time we come here. What do you think he is up to?”
Because Nami had insisted they ate some of the local cuisine, they ended up looking for a restaurant where they could take a break from their shopping and goods-hunting and sit down to eat, checking what they’d gotten already and what was still to be found. Sanji didn’t seem exactly pleased with it, but ended up going along with it.
“He is running away from working! He didn’t even take the list of stuff we need to find!” Nami slammed a fist against the table, having Chopper lean away a little with wide eyes, an opposite to how Robin just chuckled.
“Secret mission!” Chopper spoke up, raising an arm. “Or he just goes off somewhere to sleep!”
“Or maybe he sees someone. Or avoids someone.” Robin smiled. “He wouldn’t insist for us to come here just so he could sleep, don’t you think?”
Chopper gasped. “You’re smart, Robin!” He snatched another chuckle from her.
“Of course she is! Only she could think so reasonably!” Sanji nodded frantically.
“I suggest we confirm it,” Usopp chuckled as he rubbed his palms together. “We should follow him!”
“I’m in!” Chopper raised an arm again, almost jumping on the chair, whilst Sanji shrugged.
Nami stared at Usopp for a moment, lips pressed together as she contemplated whether she agreed with it or not. It wasn’t much of her interest what Zoro was doing since he always came back when it was time to leave, but now that Usopp had brought it up and they started making theories... She would be pleased to kick his ass once she found him sleeping somewhere to avoid the job all of them had to do. Or even annoy him for any embarrassing hobby.
“Okay...” Nami nodded.
They had to find Zoro first, that was the hard part. He didn’t come back to the ship at night, so maybe he would come back the following day to make sure they’d leave or stay for a little longer. They needed to keep their eyes wide open for any moss-head.
Luffy was intrigued, an arm over his chest and a finger under his chin while observing whatever food some random old man prepared in front of him, promising it was the best meal in the world. Maybe Sanji could do it if Luffy memorized all of the steps. There were tomatoes, a random fruit, some seasoning...
"Hey, Luffy."
"Hi, Zoro," he replied, voice distant.
"Are we returning today for real?" Usually, they never returned on the day they decided at first because there was always something missing, but Zoro better confirm if he didn't want Nami complaining the whole time and intereupting his precious naps.
"Hmmm... no," Luffy mumbled, "Usopp mentioned something about finding someone..."
Zoro raised an eyebrow, but settled down for not asking anything, only humming with a nod. Luffy barely paid attention to anything normally, so now it would be impossible—he gasped as the man finally handed him the food and started wolfing it down immediately, so Zoro just didn’t even try and started walking away. He wouldn't get lost his time, hopefully. You had given him a paper with the directions.
Luffy had finished eating when Nami approached him, sighing. "Hey, did you see anything?"
"Uh, yeah. Zoro was just here asking if we will really leave today, but I told him not yet," Luffy explained with his hands on his hips.
"Zoro?!!" Nami gasped as she threw her hands in the air, frantically waving for the rest of the group to come by. "And you didn't even call us?! How long has it been?!"
Luffy shrugged. "A couple of minutes."
"There's still time!"
The group left, ignoring the old man madly shouting at Luffy for not paying a thing, but they were already too far and too worried to care about it. The shouting mess tudned quiet at the moment they caught on Zoro's track, standing all together and following him in small steps to make sure he didn't notice he was being followed. Either way, it didn't seem like he would notice them that easily, no—he would eventually pause and rub the back of his neck, muttering to himself and the piece of paper that he held in hand.
"Why does he have that bag? Where did it even come from?" Nami narrowed her eyes, balancing on her toes with Chopper on her back. The six of them crouched behind a bush in a poor excuse of hiding.
A light brown bag hung from Zoro’s back, one that couldn't be theirs. They'd never bought that thing.
"He has a map in hand, I believe," Usopp hummed, rubbing his chin. "Do you think he is delivering something?"
"Looks like it," Chopper muttered, and looked at the others. Robin just gazed at each of them with a light entertained smile on her lips. Sanji, on the other hand, never let his gaze leave Zoro; Chopper could faintly hear him grumbling under his breath about how Zoro preferred to work for others rather than helping them and not even share the berries he earned.
Robin chuckled a little. “Well, let’s hope he really doesn’t lose himself, don’t you think?”
“He must be already lost!” Sanji clicked his tongue.
The way was a little agonizing. The destination never came and they almost had heart attacks whenever Zoro turned around to remake his way because he’d taken a wrong turn—it was hard to know if he even knew where he was going.
Now, Zoro had been stopped for over five minutes already and had no sign of going anywhere so soon. Nami broke the silence with a groan, “we should just confront him already! Z—”
“Zoro!” A voice called, having the six of them jumping and shutting up while they looked around for its source in the direction Zoro turned to. “Over here, honey! I knew you’d get lost!”
“Sorry!” Zoro clicked his tongue, folding the map to shove it in his pocket as he finally started walking again. “I did get everything, though! Check if it’s exactly what you wanted, or else I’ll go back!”
“I knew it!” Sanji shook his head, exhaling.
Once Zoro was a good distance away, they decided to follow him, stopping by the last bushes and trees around the clearing. Their chins fell simultaneously at the sight of the cottage—vines with light purple flowers crawled up the creamy walls, but the ones on the garden could almost be found in all colors, and Luffy already licked his lips at the sight of watermelons growing strong around the side of the cottage.
“Wait... who is that?” Usopp narrowed his eyes as he lowered his binocles, taking a closer look at you. He pressed his lips together, trying to figure out whether you were someone familiar or not.
All of them gasped in unison, however, at the sight of Zoro throwing his arms around your neck while you held onto his hips, pressing a kiss to his cheek before your lips met in a soft kiss. “Thank you,” you said softly. “Do you wish to prepare a cake with me? I would appreciate your help, it seems like we are going to need more food today.”
Zoro furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you, pulling away a little. “What do you mean?”
“Well, it seems like your friends have found their way after you.” You smiled, tilting your head so you could look past Zoro at the group poorly hidden there. Zoro’s eyes widened at the same moment he whipped his head around, cheeks burning crimson at the sight of his six followers, who sweatdropped, mumbling incoherent excuses.
“What the fuck are you doing here, you idiots?!” He shouted, making you laugh.
“Aw, c’mon, it’s not bad to have visits once in a while!” You pressed a soothing kiss to Zoro’s cheek. “C’mon! Don’t be ashamed, come in!” Waving, you invited them to approach so you could make it into your place.
Weird was an understatement. Who could even imagine they would see Zoro stand there in an apron with you standing behind him, guiding his hands through kneading the dough. Whatever was going on among the others, was just white noise in the back of his mind since time with you was more worth it than whatever the six idiots would tease him for, he could deal with that later.
Everything was already in the oven when you served them more of the tea and biscuits to distract their hunger while the food was still being prepared. “Make yourself home,” you reminded them while serving Robin.
“Your tea tastes very good, (y/n), thank you for it!” Robin smiled before she took another sip of it.
“Why, thank you!”
“But who are you?” Chopper still seemed a little scared, feeling extra small as he sat between Sanji and Usopp for safety reasons. “Wh—Why haven’t we seen you before?”
You shrugged a little, humming. “I’m not sure, but I remember meeting my pretty boy when he got lost around here.” Your fingers ran through the short green strands, worsening the almost permanent blush Zoro already had.
“Pretty boy, hm?” Sanji smirked.
“You’re just jealous you have no one, you perverted cook!” Zoro shouted, standing up and leaning across the table in Sanji’s direction.
“Jealous? With Nami and Robin?” Sanji shouted with a scoff, mirroring Zoro’s position.
Nami rolled her eyes, not even trying to say anything because she wasn’t the one embarrassing herself in someone else’s house, either way.
“Well, it is nice to meet all of you!” You smiled, pouring more tea into the cup that Luffy extended to you. “I have heard a lot.”
“I hope he actually said something good!” Nami gave Zoro a side eye, though it was more of a glare that had him growling.
“Of course!” You chuckled with a nod.
“Hey, Zoro,” Luffy spoke up, “what’s that on your neck? Did a mosquito bite you or something?”
Zoro seemed confused until his eyes widened and converted his neck immediately, blushing profusely. “You idiot!!!”
.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.
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Quiet: Dick Grayson x fem!reader
Stubborn like a mule, Dick would never admit he fell for a teammate. Of course everybody knows and with the amount of teasing it won't take much to push him over the edge.
Inspired by Charlie Puth;s song Charlie be quiet.
Warning: it's long :D (20.971 words!) - that part was not planned :D
Seven years ago
„Stop staring.”
„What?”
„You heard me. Stop ogling her.”
“I am not….”
“Dick.” Donna’s voice was as stern as it possibly could. Despite her best effort she was slowly losing patience with Robin’s childish play of cat and mouse. Everyone, literally everyone, team or not could say he was head over heels in love with his teammate, Y/N Y/L/N, who also happened to posses the power of blue lantern. She was the third one to join the Titans, after the corps decided that the girl, born human, had to be near Earth’s green lantern to get access to her full power. Hal, who was supposed to be her mentor trained her well for a couple of years and despite their differences they become friends. So when the green one left her at the tower, arguing that she needed friends at the same age and with similar capabilities and assuring that she could always reach him if need arises, her heart broke a little. At first she was withdrawn, intimidating and hard to understand but soon her other, lighter side emerged. One thing everyone noticed about the girl was that everytime she was indulged in things that gave her sense of fulfillment the lantern’s blue light surrounded her, making her look ethereal and beautiful. Perhaps that was the thing that quickly caught Dick’s attention. Despite their initial fights and a lot of misunderstandings and communications problem they worked through it. Of course, only for the sake of the team, nothing else. Both Dick and Y/N were individuals who hated being told what, how and when to do, but also knew when to step down. She was the one to make him stop, think and analyze the situation before acting, he helped her in developing her intuition. In no time, he found himself falling for that introverted analyst who always, always had a plan and was way too much in her own head.
“She’s gonna figure it out. Is that what you want?” Wondergirl mocked, knowing well enough that for the last couple of years Dick was doing everything in his power to keep this infatuation a secret. In his own words, it was not wise to get into relationship with someone who could be called into space at every second. And definitely stupid to love a teammate, which may cause a distraction and damage while fighting. He just kept coming with so many dumb excuses to adore her from the distance. At this point he didn’t even bother to answer Donna’s question since it was obvious Y/N realization of the situation would be the end of him. So he kept it quiet. Y/N was that kind of person who preferred to keep the emotions at bay as well, never giving him any sign she was interested in forming a relationship, more often than not pushing people away when she was scared and worried and stressed and vulnerable. Not really talking about it but separating to gather back her strength and balance. Well, she was the blue lantern, who got power from hope, so what else could you expect.
“Did you guys want something?” said blue one turned around towards her friends “you’ve been standing there for like a quarter now and it’s getting suspicious” she mocked
“it’s fine. We were just trash-talking you” Donna smirked
“Oh thank god, I was getting worried you were saying some good stuff about me. Such a relief” she fake-brushed her forehead. “Anyway, is anyone up for some sparring? I need to keep my spark up.”
“I thought you were supposed to recharge? I mean… meet with Hal?” Dick frowned and a shadow of disappointment crossed the girl’s face as she shook her head.
“He was called on Oa. Apparently some threat appeared in the north side of the galaxy and Green Corp needs his immediate help. Nothing new, so yeah, I’m gonna go workout. Want to join me, Grayson.”
“Nope.” He felt his heartbeat fasten. Shit, it was getting harder and harder to be around her.
“ Ok. Donna?”
“Sure. I’m game. You can never count on the boys, right.”
“Hear, hear, sister.”
Just as Donna and Y/N left, heading towards the training room, Hank appeared on the other side.
“You did it again, didn’t you?” he let out a laugh “I would love to see you breaking one day.”
“Not a chance.”
***
Four years ago
“You’ve got to be kidding me” Y/N eyes went wide the second she entered the lab at the precinct. “it’s all for me?” it took a lot of strength not to jump out in joy. When, after the Jericho incident, the Titans fell apart and everyone went their own ways, she put all her intellectual efforts into science, biology and chemistry, taking first steps on a path to become a Forensic Scientist. With her stubbornness, passion and insight she soon got to be the best in the field. Last year was spend on working with the best detectives and investigators (including detective Chloe Decker from LAPD), getting hell of a knowledge and experience. And now, she moved to new city and easily scored a job at the best precinct in the whole country.
“Yep. All yours. Take your time and when you are ready, come meet the team. It’s quite big if you ask me, may be a bit overwhelming, so at first you’ll only meet with the best of the best. Those will be your regulars.”
“Good. I’m not exactly good with people.”
Half an hour later, the girl finally left the lab equipment, the books and agents and came down to the main office of detectives. With every step the feeling of something strangely familiar of this place was consuming her more and more and that hope of good things to come made her hand glow blue. A single raise of an eyebrow of one the officers was enough to snuff it.
“Y/N! Oh, you decided to grace us with your presence.” Her boss was talking to some man, whose back was turned to her so she did not see his face. “good timing. I would like to present to you our top investigator. Meet detective Richard Grayson.”
“Wha.. what?” she stuttered a little bit, pure shock reflecting in her eyes as the man turned around his expression being a mirror reflection of hers. “Dick?”
“Y/N?” he hadn’t seen her for two freaking years. Hell, he did not contact her in any way, despite a bit of stalking to make sure she was doing fine. And after all this time his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the girl he was still in love with. Time did nothing. And she was going to work with him, again.
“Hi.” She tilted her head and smiled lightly as the first surprise passed
“You know each other?” the captain caught up on the scene happening in front of his eyes
“From the previous life.” Dick said without looking away from her. It was real, she was real and here. He got her back.
“Should I be worried then? Will your past cause any problems in professional relationship?”
“No, sir. Not at all.”
Dick Grayson was always a good liar.
***
“Hey.”
She wasn’t even doing anything, just sitting at the desk, covered with document and samples collected from the crime scene. Her eyes were a bit puffy and red, clear sign she did not sleep much in the last days, her thick h/c hair a perfect mess. Lack of makeup and lab’s soft light mixed with her blue aura made her look young, fragile and innocent. All those adjectives far from truth given her secret identity.
“Hey Dick.” She smiled softly, yawning and stretching “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“You are?” that was surprising. Maybe she did change during the last time he saw her. There was something more gentle in her action.
“Mhm.” She rubbed her eyes in child-like manner “I need to stand from behind this desk like now. I’m way too sore. I’m going to grab some coffee. Would you mind staying here and watching the documents? Can’t risk anyone getting the confidential information about the investigation. And since it’s yours….”
“Sure.” His heart dropped a little but he did not let it show.
“Thank you.” She hopped down from the chair and suddenly lost her balance. Dick’s instincts kicked in and he was quick to catch and hold her before she fell to the ground. For the first time since the Titans she was so close to him, yet not close enough. He wanted to embrace her fully, stroke her hair, feel her heartbeat next to his, feel her. Sad thing he couldn’t.
“When was the last time you slept?” he asked instead, unwillingly letting go.
“Not sure. I took a nap yesterday, but…”
“Y/N.”
“What?” she scoffed “to much to do. You know…. the other job…. And it’s not like you are not running around the streets dressed in red and green.”
“You….?”
“Yeah, of course I know. I observe. And did you really think I bought that story about your injuries being the effect of the latest work action? Please, I know you better than that.”
“And I know you. How’s your light doing? Hope still up?”
“Never dying. But I’m not going to lie. Given the condition of the world last two years was a rough ride. I was even summoned by the Blues.”
“You were in space, huh? Why?”
“They thought I was getting weak. Wondered if I deserve the power of the lantern. But you know, the ring know what it does. I was just cut from using it for a bit. Last week of my suspension and then I’m back at my full capabilities.”
“I’m sorry about it.” He took a step closer and grabbed her hand. She didn’t even flinch when he started caressing her palm. It was nice and comforting and moving something inside her.
“It’s fine. We learn from mistakes, right? At least some of us” she shoved him playfully killing the atmosphere in effect.
“Sit down, Y/N. I’ll fetch you coffee and then we’ll talk about my case.”
“Ok, thanks. I want…..”
“Black, no sugar. I remember.”
***
“I’m sorry I dragged you into this” Dick and Y/N were standing at the crime scene. Or rather a battlefield scene. Blood and dead bodies were everywhere reminding of horror movies, especially those where the chainsaw was used.
“I’m not an amateur, Dick and this is not my first rodeo so stop it. I’ve seen worse. In both lifes.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“It’s ok. That little protectiveness of ours is touching. And gives me a reason to mock you freely.”
“Don’t you dare” he hissed grabbing her by the waist “I can always go full Robin on you” he whispered his face centimeters from her, unwillingly leaning in, forgetting where he was, who he was and what he was doing.
“Well than, I’ll go full blue lantern on you” she smirked and wriggled from his arms “but now, I have work to do. Genetic material, my favorite kind”.
As Y/N came closer to the one of the bodies Dick was completely consumed by his own thoughts. He loved her even more now and it was getting impossible to hide it.
Two years ago
Two years of working together did not bring him any closer to confessing his feelings. Even when after night patrol he showed at her apartment to get patched up and stayed the night watching her sleep on the other side of the same bed, unable to even close an eye. Her obliviousness was no help, since she was always calling him a friend, a coworker, a team member, even a mate. It was killing him.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” she muttered shifting her position a bit. She knew he was awake and there was no point denying “how are your injuries?” she reached towards his arm covered with fresh cuts almost touching it, but stopping a few millimeters away from the skin. Luckily for him, since he knew her single touch would make him burn. He wanted to kiss her, to do more – to make her feel good, to make her his and only his…….. Dirty thought and images was now creeping in his mind “Dick?” she frowned “you are distracted, officer”. That last word and her body so close made him jump out of the bed immediately, terrified his self-control was failing him.
“I’m fine. I’m gonna get some water. Go back to sleep, you need to rest.”
“But…”
“No buts. Sleep. I’m taking the couch.”
He did not get any rest that night. Crazy dreams that could never happen were enough to keep him up.
***
She got hurt. Because of him. Because of his recklessness and distraction. He shouldn’t have left her alone. Y/N was just doing her job, securing the evidences. Every other detective was in the other room of the house when shooters came through the door, firing their guns in every possible direction. Before anyone could react three policemen where bleeding, and one was dead.
“Shit! Y/N!” Dick hissed and rushed to the place where she was hoping nothing happened. He managed to disarm three of the attackers on the way, but judging from the sound she was dealing with the fourth, doing pretty good job. Even if blue lanterns were never considered the fighters, she was an exception, years in Titans and Hal’s upraise giving her exceptional skills in hand-to-hand fight, blue constructs adding to that. She was spinning, ducking and sliding, creating blue daggers and blades, going for the win when she saw him. A second of hesitation was enough for the opponent and she ended up with a knife in her stomach and blood flowing everywhere. The last thing she felt was a pair of strong arms embracing her and lifting her up, holding close to wide chest whispering the most cliché words – it’s gonna be ok.
And now she was on the ICU, looking small and pale in hospital bed with Dick sitting on the uncomfortable chair holding her cold hands.
“Detective Grayson?” doctor’s voice made him stand up immediately “she’s going to be fine. No serious damage was done, luckily the blade missed the organs by an inch. And this girl, she’s strong, a fighter.”
“You have no idea, doctor. Thank you.”
“Just doing my job.” The MD shrugged but smiled happily “you got couple minutes left, and then she’ll need rest.”
“Ok.” When the doctor disappeared he leaned over girl’s sleeping figure and lovingly kissed her forehead “I’ll take care of you.”
***
Year ago.
“I need your help.”
“My help of Blue’s help?” she asked “wait, don’t answer. I know what it will be.”
“Of course you do.” she could tell he rolled her eyes on the other side of the phone line.
“So? what’s the case? Go on. I got work.”
“There’s this girl. Her name is Rachel…..”
“Wait, are you talking about the teenager that run away from the house? The one, whose mother was shot straight in the head?” Y/N voice came up an octave.
“Yes. Wait, how do you…..?”
“So it happens I’m at the crime scene, detective.”
“Right.” Of course, he should have known she would be called there right away. And he did not like the fact that he wasn’t there with her to keep her safe. He didn’t trust anyone else with that.
“Relax, Dick. Everyone’s safe and I know how to protect myself. I can’t understand why do I have to assure you of it every time you are not around. I thought you knew my killer skills.”
“I know, but remember what happened last time?”
“It was a year ago, you fool! And it was your fault.” He went quiet for a bit too long “Dick? Are you still there?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty.”
“I know.”
“But you’re sulking. We’ve been through this. All is forgiven and forgotten. Now, what about this Rachel girl?”
“She’s like you. She has powers. And she’s terrified.”
“she just lost her mother, no surprise with that.”
“Not only about that. There’s something dark about her. Can you come?”
“Give me an hour.”
***
“Hey, you must be Rachel? I’m a friend of Dick.”
“Where is he?” the girl truly was terrified
“Dealing with paperwork. He asked me to watch over you.”
“I don’t think it’s safe to be around me.”
“I can handle myself. Now, since I work on the case of …. Nevermind. Can you tell me what happened?” Y/N held Rachel’s hand trying to reach for the hope inside the girl.
“I…. I……”
“I won’t push you. But I know Dick promised to help you and I’m going to make sure he keeps that promise, all right?”
“Ok. I need help…..”
***
Today
“What exactly is the case of Dick and Y/N?” Gar could not hold back the question
“Are you asking me?” Donna raised an eyebrow at the green haired boy.
“Well you are the only one here who knows about their past.”
“Yeah, everyone can tell he’s in love with her.” Rachel added “so why does she keep pushing his limits?”
“Well it’s not my story to tell” Donna scoffed “if you want to know anything you may as well go the subject of this discussion and …..”
“So you are now talking shit about me behind my back?” Y/N leaned on the doorframe and crossed he arms “come on, I;m a big girl I can handle anything. Donna?”
“Nope. I’m out. You can talk to the kids, they seem very interested about your past.”
“Really? Why? Rachel? Gar?”
“Y/N, I love you, but I need to speak with Dick. Gar can explain. Right, Gar?” she eyed him suggestively.
“What?” he frowned but soon the realization dawned on him “oh, yeah, right, sure. I’ll explain.” Rachel and Donna nodded and left leaving Y/N with the boy.
“So, what’s up shifter?”
“Why don’t you love Dick back?” Gar blurted before realizing his words
“What?” she was taken aback “what are you talking about?”
“Nothing.” He tried to escape but she was quick to pin him back to the chair
“Oh, no, no, no, no. You are not running away from me. Talk. Now.”
“Don’t shoot the messenger.” Gar raised both his hands in surrender “but how can you be so oblivious? Everyone knows he loves you and you miss all the signs!”
“that’s absurd! He’s just a friend. Which is a progress, since we were more like enemies at the beginning. And who’s everyone? And since when you are so gossiping?”
“Donna. Rachel. Kori. Me. Everyone! From what I can tell even Hank and Dawn get the message. And I’m not gossiping.” He sighed “Look Y/N, you are my best friend, you know it, right?” the girl nodded “and that’s why I care about your happiness.”
“But….”
“No, no buts. You are making two people unhappy. Three if you count me. Do you love him?”
“Gar…..”
“Do you?” he studied her face carefully, his tone now gentle. They only knew each other for a while but he already knew talking about and expressing emotions was not her stronger suit.
“I do….” She whispered looking down.
“Well I can assure you he loves you to. Why do you think Rachel went to talk to him?”
“You two are unbelievable.”
“And that’s why you love us” he grinned “now go talk to him.”
***
“Dick? Can we…. Can we talk?”
“I’m actually a bit busy.” He was tensed so his conversation with Rachel must have been emotional
“Come on, Dickie, I bet you have five minutes for me.” She came closer and put an hand on his arm from behind gently stroking his shoulder. Out of instinct he leaned more into her touch wanting more. “So, Gar talked to me.”
“About what?” he turned around making her hand drop and immediately missing the contact.
“You. And well.. um.. me being blind.”
“How so?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“You know what!”
“Well maybe I’m tired of guessing!”
“Putting the pieces of information together is your job! So quit playing!”
Instead of soft conversation they were now yelling at each other. Not how it supposed to go.
“I hate you! All those years I held it back but I hate you!”
“Really?” She mocked “what do you hate about me the most?” she started circling him like a predator
“don’t do this.” He warned, his eyes glistening
“my blue light?” she took a step letting some of the aura out “or maybe my hands?” she brushed her fingertips on his arm causing him to close his eyes
“You’re walking down a dangerous path….”
“Sure, what’s new. Oh,I know” she faked surprise “I know what you hate about me the most.” She leaned close to him “I bet it’s my lips, right?”
He didn’t answer as he could not hold back anymore and closed the distance between them crashing his lips on hers. She was right. He hated those soft pink, plump and kissable lips he was dreaming about for so long. He hated her aura, full of hope. He hated her hands that patched him up so many times and that brought him comfort and sense of safety everytime she touched him. He hated what she was doing to him, how she was messing with his head, how vulnerable she was making him, he hated…..
“I love you” he whispered pulling away, letting his arms sneak around her waist, holding her tight, not wanting to let go. “I loved you since the day you showed at the tower. I wanted you for so long.”
“Why did you hold it back? I really thought we were just friends. You were withdrawing every time I tried to…."
“Stop talking.” He pressed their lips together again, drunk on the feeling of her, craving her, tightening the embrace trying to get her closer than it was physically possible.
“Ouch, not that I’m complaining, but Dick that hurts. You’re strong, remember?” she whined as he started to crush her.
“Sorry. But I love you so fucking much. Feels good to say it.”
“Why don’t you let me try then?” she smirked locking hands on his neck and looking him straight into the eyes “Richard Grayson, I love you too. But you are an idiot! Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!”
“I was scared you would run away. You always displaced the emotions, so….”
“Dick, you dumbass. I am a lantern, I thrive on emotions, I just can’t let it consume me. Don’t want to turn into the red lantern, or worse – a black one. Do you know the latter drive on death?”
“Is that possible? For you to change color?"
“Don’t know, but I can’t risk it.”
“Well, I’ll make sure to provide you with hope if that’s what you need. Hope for us, for starters.”
“Ok, Mr. Grayson, so why don’t you kiss me again?”
“Gladly.” He would never get tired of holding, touching and having her. He was dead set on making up for the lost seven years.
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Hiiii could I possibly get an Eddie fic where you're friends with him and the guys (hellfire) and you're like totally into Eddie and vise versa. You're part of the hellfire club and Dustin keeps trying to get you two together but you're soo dense because "Why would someone as gorgeous and sweet as Eddie like ME" but he does. Wholesome TM with a heaping helping of fluff and confessions please and thank you 😁
AN | This absolutely got away from me, but I love it. This could be called in which Eddie drives you crazy. Enjoy 🥰
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 4.3k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie
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“You’re staring again,” you turned to find Dustin, Lucas, and Mike watching you with amused expressions. You blinked a few times, cursing yourself for being so obvious but trying to put on an innocent smile
“Staring at what?” you almost squeaked with each word, your voice going higher and higher in a very pathetic attempt at playing it cool. The boys exchanged looks with each other and you grew worried. They knew. Fuck, how could they know? They weren’t supposed to know. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so obvious.
“Eddie,” Dustin stated as your entire face flushed with warmth. You stammered nervously a few times, opening and closing your mouth a few times, “you’re not very subtle you know.”
“I don’t know what you’re…talking about…”
“Come on,” Dustin gently patted your shoulder, “we all know you like him. It’s kind of gross actually the way you look at him. It’s like…all heart eyes.”
“I do not look at him that way!” you hissed, hoping that he didn’t suddenly come over, “I do not like him that way, Henderson. All three of you need to get that through your thick, stubborn little skulls!”
“Just what do they need to get through their thick, stubborn little skulls?” of course. Impeccable timing was apparently one of the many wonderful qualities Eddie Munson possessed. You squeezed your eyes shut before mouthing a silent threat at the boys before turning around to face Eddie. Even though you had seen him a hundred million times by now, he still managed to take your breath away. His smile was lovely, dimpled, toothy, and magical. He reached up and flicked a piece of leaf out of your hair, “everything alright, sweet cheeks?”
“Yes! I mean y-yeah. No..no yeah, it’s all good. Everything’s fine…” your brain was screaming at your mouth to stop, the two of them completely out of sync. You sighed lightly before shrugging your shoulders, ”fine?”
“Okay…so everything is not fine,” he tried to keep a straight face, but you could see his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. You cast a glare back at the younger boys before trying to make the situation less awkward and suspicious. If that was even possible, “what’s up with you today?”
“Nothing,” you swallowed nervously as he leaned in slightly and you were immediately overwhelmed with the smell of his skin and cologne. You spotted Robin in the parking lot, getting ready to climb into Steve’s car. Your brain was not functioning properly so you did the only thing you could think of, “there’s Harrington! Umm, he was picking me up with Robin, so I better go! Bye boys, bye Eds!”
You swiped your backpack off the table and almost ran across the yard to the parking lot without giving any of them a chance to say get a word in. Eddie watched until you’d made it to Steve’s car before turning back to the boys. He laughed lightly before pointing over his shoulder, “well that’s a sudden turn of events. I was supposed to give her a ride home today. What did you guys do to her?”
“I don’t think it’s anything we did,” Mike snickered under his breath as Dustin elbowed him to keep quiet. Eddie, now thoroughly confused, looked between them. Something was definitely going on. Something that apparently everyone else knew but him.
“Alright, what’s going on with all of you?”
“When’s the last time you were on a date?” Dustin had a plan to get you to confess your feelings for Eddie or vice versa but that plan hadn’t fully come to fruition. Instead it was more of a half baked brownie of an idea. Eddie’s eyebrows raised in amusement as a tinge of pink rose up in Dustin’s cheeks.
“Why? Are you interested, Henderson?” Eddie winked as Lucas and Mike snorted in amusement and Dustin groaned, “I think I’m a little old for you. Plus you know, you’re like the little brother I never had.”
“Not me!” he threw up his hands in exasperation, “with a woman!”
“Or a man,” he reminded him pointedly, “but to answer your question - and thank you for your sudden interest in my love life - it has been a while.”
“You should go on one.”
“I…you realize that would require me to be interested in someone and them to be into me, right? Like as much as people think I would hold someone hostage, I wouldn’t actually do that,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest. He was dying to see where this was going, “so…I can’t really do that at the moment.”
“Oh come on,” Dustin reached up and pushed his shoulder, “there’s gotta be someone you like…someone you can think of…someone close to us maybe…?”
And just like that it all clicked. Eddie brushed a hand through his mess of waves before sitting on the table and looking at his young proteges in amusement. He said your name, watching the excitement and nervousness flicker across their faces, “is that what you’re trying to get at? You want me to ask her out?”
“Her?” Dustin was never going to be an actor, that was for sure. He was about as subtle as a big red flag, “oh, I don’t know. Do you think she’s even into you? Or…are you into her? Just you know…curious.”
“Okay, so one - you’re never going to make it in Hollywood,” he grinned at them nonetheless, “and two - what do you think?”
“Yes?” they all chorused and Eddie held up his hands in a small of a ta-da motion. Dustin’s face practically lit up with excitement as he exchanged a look with his friends. It was on, it was so on.
“You’re just as smart as they always say,” he reached over and ruffled his curls affectionately, “and just to be clear, I have thought about that before.”
“But you haven’t asked her…”
“Nope.”
“Are you going to?”
“Oh yeah,” he promised confidentially, “you know, once she realizes her feelings are not one sided. I can’t wait for that moment.”
“Oh. Oh,” Mike piped up, “so you know she likes you? But you haven’t said anything?”
“Sometimes, it’s all about the timing and the…build up, boys,” he had a smug little grin on his face, “I want to hear it from her. I don’t want to make her feel obligated or uncomfortable. But, I like teasing her too.”
“Eddie-”
“Take notes,” he winked as he slid off the table, grabbing his little metal lunchbox, “I’d love to say and chat, but duty calls. Hellfire - tomorrow night. Be there or be square.”
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“You gonna tell us what’s going on?” you groaned as you buried your face into the magazine you were reading, trying to ignore both Steve and Robin’s burning questions. They’d had to go to work, but since you’d imposed yourself on them, you had to sit through their shift. It could have been worse. Steve’s fingers appeared at the top of your magazine before he pushed it down so he could see your face, “you’ve been silent since you practically jumped into the car. ‘Drive, Stevie, Drive!’ I know you’re dramatic, but even you aren’t normally so-”
“Weird,” Robin finished for him as he nodded fervently. She threw a handful of candy into her mouth, leaning against the counter nonchalantly, “it’s because she was trying to get away from Munson.”
“Robin!”
“Wait,” Steve grew confused as he looked between the two of you, “I thought we were friends with Eddie? Why were you running away from him?”
“Fine! You’re both nosey nellies,” you huffed as you threw the magazine down, “I was trying to get away from Eddie because Dustin was about to rat me out to me! He was just about to tell Eddie-”
“Just about to tell Eddie what?” you were not going to get a moment of peace today. You knew that much. Eddie Munson strolled into Family Video, a little smile on his face as he walked over to the three of you, “hey, sweet cheeks, did you forget I was giving you a ride home today?”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. In your haste to get away you totally had. Now you seemed like a jerk and an idiot.
“I…I’m so sorry, Eds,” you sighed as you hid your face in your hands, “I did.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged it off as he leaned on the counter and watched you intently. Robin and Steve exchanged a look before she cocked her head for the two of them to go to the back, “just glad you’re okay. Are you okay? You seem a little…jumpy today.”
“Of course,” you breathed nervously, attempting to laugh off his suggestion in vain. He leaned in closer so there was almost no space between the two of you before he gently reached over and touched the dainty necklace you were wearing.
“This is pretty,” you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from making a sound, “is it new?”
“It’s the one you got me for my birthday last year, Eddie,” you stated matter-of-factly. You knew he hadn’t forgotten, you knew he was well aware of what he was doing. You swallowed nervously as his rough fingertips ghosted over your skin.
“Oh yeah,” and oh. The way he was looking at you made you almost want to lean in and kiss him, “pretty.”
“The necklace?”
“You,” okay. Okay, okay, okay. Yeah. He was absolutely doing this on purpose. Had Henderson squealed and given away your secret? You were going to kill the younger boys next time you saw them. But…why was Eddie doing this? Was he just playing along for the fun of it? No…you knew that he would never do something to hurt your feelings or make you uncomfortable. Instead you gently grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away, looking anywhere but his face. He made a small sound of amusement, “what’s wrong, pretty girl? Am I making you nervous?”
“Nope,” you took a step back and waved his concern off, “I, ugh…I just realized I have that…thing. I gotta go so I’m not late.”
“What thing?”
“That thing for…calculus,” you were almost as bad of an actor as Henderson. It made him smile even wider, “it’s important so yeah.”
“I can give you a ride.”
“No, no, no, it’s alright,” you insisted, “I don’t want to inconvenience you!”
“You would never,” he promised, “how are you going to get there without a car? Harrington’s on duty still.”
“I’ll…run,” you were almost at the door and practically squirming under his intense gaze, “you know, good for the…legs.”
“Running,” he repeated, “oh totally. When’s the last time you went for a run?”
“Umm, l-last weekend,” you lied, hastily opening the door, “gotta…run! Bye!”
As soon as you were out the door, Eddie burst into a fit of giggles as Robin and Steve came back out. As though they hadn’t just witnessed the entire atrocity from their little hideout.
“That was…something,” Steve sighed as he leaned the counter, “you know she’s totally into you, right?”
“Really Stevie?” Eddie snorted in amusement before helping himself to a bag of m&ms Robin had stashed behind the counter, “I’m shocked.”
“You’re being sarcastic. He’s being sarcastic, right?” he turned to Robin who just rolled her eyes at him, “wait…if she’s into you, and you’re into her, why aren’t you…together?”
“Working on that, Harrington,” he winked, “Henderson was trying to play matchmaker today and I figured it was as good a time as any. I’m just going to see how long I can make her sweat it out. It’s all in good fun.”
“You mean painfully cringey?”
“But fun,” Robin and Steve both nodded, “don’t worry lads, I’ll ask her out soon enough.”
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You’d somehow managed to avoid one Eddie Munson for three days. How you’d managed to pull that off you had no clue. He was your best friend, but you couldn’t face him. Not until…ugh. Sometime in the future. When you weren’t going to make a total fool out of yourself. So maybe you’d never see him again. That sounded like the worst option of all.
“Hey,” the sound of his sweet voice startled you out of your deep thoughts as you almost fell off the pool lounger you were laying on. The book that had been in your hand went flying as you made a small sound of surprise. He sighed wistfully before grabbing your book and holding it out to you, “thought you heard me coming. I wasn’t exactly being quiet.”
“N-no,” you took the book and set it on the ground next to you. This was the first time you wanted to curse yourself for giving him a spare key to your house, “w-what’s up?”
“Nothing,” he sat on the lounge chair next to you, all smiles and curious eyes, “missed you. Haven’t seen you in a few days. That’s the first time in like…five years? Almost like you’re trying to…avoid me.”
“Don’t be silly, Eds,” did he really have to be so perceptive? Not that you were subtle in the slightest, “just been busy.”
“But we’ve always been busy together,” he cocked his head to the side, looking more like a puppy than he had any right too, “anyway, it’s a nice day out. Catching some sun? I’ll join you.”
Before you could say anything else, he leaned back in the lounge chair, but not before pulling his shirt off. He’d shot you a wink before slowly reaching for the hem and lifting the apparently offending article of clothing off and tossed it to the side. You were trying desperately, and failing, to keep your eyes to yourself. Instead you looked at the newly exposed skin. Why were you being so…like this? You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times, but right now it was making your mouth practically water. From the tattoos near his left collarbone, to the trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his jeans, to the softly toned but muscular arms, you were a wreck.
“E-Eddie,” your mouth ran dry as you tried to look at his face, “I should…”
“What’s the matter?” he asked oh so innocently, “are you okay? You’re looking a little…stressed.”
“Everything’s fine,” you lied through gritted teeth, ignoring the ache that was growing between your legs, “just peachy.”
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After both the incidents at Family Video, and when Eddie showed up at your house, you knew he was doing it on purpose. It was his motive that still eluded you. You’d allowed yourself to wonder, even if just for a few moments, if he liked you. Like…liked you liked you. Like you liked him. The idea was a mere passing thought that you’d quickly crushed.
You’d planned to ask Nancy and Robin for their input when you were hanging out with them at the Wheelers’. The three of you were throwing together snacks for a girls only movie night, all of you deciding you needed a well deserved break from the boys.
That was, of course, until Steve had shown up. Not only had Steve invited himself to movie night, so had Dustin. And Lucas. And Max. Tagging along, naturally, was Eddie. This had to be some sort of colossal joke. The universe was conspiring against you, pure and simple.
“Hi pretty girl,” he really did have a nice smile. It was easy to look at, or his eyes. They were nice eyes. They - fuck. You shouldn’t have been thinking like that. Not about your best friend. You offered him a tightlipped smile of acknowledgement, “everything alright?”
“Yup,” you turned to grab a bag of chips from the cabinet but found yourself unable to reach. Within a heartbeat, Eddie was behind, his hands, so warm and large, held your hips as he gently shuffled you out of the way. But not before he brushed his nose tenderly along the exposed skin of your shoulder and neck. You could swear you felt his lips ghost over your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He only moved you to the side when he heard you inhale sharply. He was able to reach without any effort, and held the bag out to you, “t-thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” he was standing between you and the counter, his arms braced on either side of your body. He was so close that you could see the different flecks of chocolate in his eyes, and the faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. His lips were so full and plush, looking more kissable than they should have. He was studying you as you studied him, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a small smile, “are you okay? You look…worried.”
“I-I’m okay,” you lied, making it a point to keep your eyes just over his shoulder, “good as ever.”
“You look flushed,” he mused as he brought a hand to your face, pressing the back of it to your forehead and cheeks, “very hot.”
“Eds-”
He dragged his hand down to the side of your neck, resting two fingers against your pulse point as you let out a shaky breath, “your heart is racing. I think you need some-”
“I’m fine,” you pulled his hand away and ducked under his arm to take a few steps away, “just tired. It can make your heart beat faster. And it’s hot in here! I’ll have to ask Nance to get the ac going.”
“Feels fine to me.”
“Well, you…you’re…”
“I’m what?” he smile was practically wolfish as he watched you, “I’m fine.”
“You’re-”
You heard the call of your name from the living room. You’d never been so thankful for Steve Harrington before. You shrugged at Eddie before almost running over to Steve. Anything to get a breath of air away from the current bane of your existence. Eddie Munson was going to be the death of you.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
After almost three weeks of the back and forth of Eddie driving you crazy, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You needed him to stop, especially if he knew about your feelings for him. Which, if he did know and was just doing this for a laugh, would have broken your heart. But he wouldn’t do that…right?
It was late in the evening when you found yourself at his trailer, knocking loudly on the door. There were a few long moments of pause as you waited for the door to open. When it was, you found yourself staring at Eddie, in a white t-shirt and pair of gray sweatpants. His dark hair was even more wild than usual and if you’d been weaker you’d have jumped on him then and there.
“Hi pretty girl,” he opened the door and you stepped inside, suddenly feeling nervous. You’d been here countless times before, hell had even slept with Eddie in his bed many times, but right now it all made you want to throw up with nerves, “to what do I owe the pleasure? You could have called and I could have ordered a pizza or something.”
“I…no,” you took a deep breath before steadying your resolve to actually confront him. You weren’t just going to run and hide away, “Eddie. You…I…the past few weeks have been different. You’re driving me absolutely crazy because no matter what I do, I can’t get you off my mind. It’s like everything I do or think about ends up back at you. I can’t sleep, I can’t focus, it’s just all about you in my head 24/7. And you’re my best friend, so it’s not that weird that you occupy such a huge chunk of my life, but lately it’s like you’ve been trying to make it hell. I know you’re not stupid and I know you know I’m not. So I’m sure somehow, maybe it was Henderson or one of the kids, you found that I…I have feelings for you. Feelings that definitely don’t include you as just my best friends.”
“Shh, listen-”
“No you listen, Edward Munson. I…think about you and everything is better, like everything just makes sense, you know? I worry about if you’ve eaten enough, gotten enough sleep, whether or not you remember your homework, if you make home safe after band practice, if you’ve remembered to do your stupid laundry, everything. I think about kissing you and-and being with you. Just you and me, and everything that entails. I just…you are the biggest piece of my heart, and I feel like you’ve been messing with me for the past couple of weeks since you found out or whatever. But I…I can’t do this, Eddie. I can’t have you treating me like this, like you could possibly have feelings for me, when I know you don’t.”
“Baby-”
“I-I know I’ve probably ruined everything, our friendship, all of it by telling you this. But I just couldn’t stand it any longer,” you were waving your hands around as you felt tears pricking at the back of your eyes. Eddie was just standing there, watching you intently, making this even harder, “and I’m sorry for fucking things up but I couldn’t not tell you. You’re my best friend, my other half, sometimes the better half and sometimes the worse one, but I…I’m in love with you. You, you dumb, goofy, man. It’s always been you. It’s always been you that I see in my future. And now I’ve ruined that and I’ll learn to live with that - maybe - but I just…you drive me absolutely crazy in every sense of the word. You, Eddie Munson, are…everything to me. And I’d rather have you fully and completely than just as my friend.”
It was silent for a few long, tense moments as your chest rose and fell rapidly. When Eddie didn’t say anything, your heart broke further and you realized you’d just made a huge mistake. A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you moved towards the door, ready to run and hide, “I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done this…I’ll go.”
Before you could take a step further away from him, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he gently pulled you back to him. He was watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite read, but he didn’t seem…mad. His hands found your face, the metal of his rings cool against your skin as he tenderly wiped away your tears.
“You’re telling me,” he whispered softly, “that you haven’t noticed that I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you?”
“No, I - wait, what?”
“You are so many things,” his expression was soft as he held your gaze, “but I didn’t think blind was one of them.”
“Eddie, I-I don’t…”
“I have been in love with you since the day I met you,” he was smiling now, and his words finally hit you, “from the first day when I bumped into you in the hallway at school and we both dropped everything and you told me to watch it idiot. I was a sucker for you then.”
“But I was mean to you.”
“Your words had no bite,” he insisted, “and then when you showed up for Hellfire and saw that it was my club…I still remember your face. I wish you could have seen it. You apologized and asked if you could still join in despite the fact that you’d called me an idiot.”
“Eddie.”
“And how could I have said no to the pretty girl that just wanted to play dungeons and dragons?” he asked as you laughed nervously, “I would have easily said no to every other girl. But not you. I knew you were different.”
“If I’d realized you’d be the dungeon master I probably wouldn’t have come,” you admitted nervously.
“Well, we would have met some other way, I’m sure of it,” he promised, “but you know, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to top your speech. That was…wow. If I’d known you felt that strongly I would have made a move a long time ago.”
“Oh?” you laughed through your tears, these ones happy rather than nervous or upset, “that’s what you call the hell you’ve been putting me through, Munson? Making a move?”
“Mmmm…more or less,” he teased as you put your hand on his chest, “I was wondering when you would finally say something. I love you, my pretty blind girl, but I love teasing you too. You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
“I wasn’t…nervous…” you lied meekly as he leaned so his lips were inches from yours. You could smell him, a mixture of smoke and mint and warmth that was all him. You swallowed nervously and he felt the puff of air against his lips, “I was never…”
“Nervous,” he finished for you. You could feel his lips brushing against yours now, electric shivers running up and down your spine, “of course not. I think you know what I’m about to do, right? Or would you prefer if I-”
You didn’t let him get another word in, teasing or otherwise, before you crashed your lips onto his. Your sudden reaction caught him off guard for just a moment before he responded in kind, his lips chasing yours, both of you desperate for the other after so many years of wanting and waiting.
He brought his hands to your waist, brushing them under the hem of your shirt and splaying them against your soft skin. You looped your arms around his neck and held him as close as possible; you wished you’d never have to let him go. Kissing Eddie was better than anything you could have imagined, and now that you knew what he tasted like, how he touched you, how his lips felt against yours, you never wanted to forget.
You only broke apart when you needed air, and he pressed his forehead against yours. He was smiling now, that same easy smile you loved before exchanged a small giggle, “beat me to it. Always imagined I’d be the one that kissed you first.”
“I’m just finishing what you started,” you pressed your lips against again, stealing a few slow, sweet pecks from him.
“It’s been you too,” he whispered as he nudged his nose against yours, “that I see my future with.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he promised softly, “always you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Munson,” you beamed at him, “even though you drive me crazy.”
“Let me,” he pressed kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and nose before going back to your lips, “show you how crazy I can drive you.”
“Yes please.”
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