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thefatedthoughtofyou · 11 months

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So there's a 60s song. One of my favorites. I have several, but let's not focus on that. Its called Give Him A Great Big Kiss by The Shangri-Las, and everytime i hear it, it makes me think of steddie.

More so of Steve finding the song, probably in his mom's old record case. And he's always loved the song. But then he met Eddie. And it's meaning changed. His thoughts constantly drifting to Eddie when he hears it. And he starts singing it all goofy and love sick when he hears it now.

He and Robin work at a bar downtown, Eddie works at the mechanic shop around the corner. He comes in for early lunch a lot, and that's how they meet. They get along great. All of them do. Robin loves him to death. As far as she's concerned she gained another soulmate along side Steve. One who blabbers like her and they rant at each other constantly, Steve watching them fondly.

But he's also got it bad for Eddie. Obviously. And Robin knows this. Knows about the song. And the way Steve sings it all gooey and adoring and lost in thought.

After a few plays of the song she sings along with him, they duet they're hearts out when it comes on and the bar is empty. Usually right before they open. Both of them using mops, or bottles, or dishrags as microphones as they sing.

Eddie is pining too. He's got it so bad for Steve that he finds it hard to look at him sometimes. And Robin, drukenly one night, after Steve had fallen alseep in his chair beside the pool, had told Eddie to shoot his shot. That he'd sink it, or get a home run, or a touchdown, or some other sports term that neither of them really understood.

But everytime Eddie has tried to make a move, something comes up. They get interrupted. Every. Single. Time. Eddie had decided fate was against them and almost given up hope.

He'd had a plan today. Come to the bar for lunch before they opened, ask him, whether Robin was there or not. She'd been making it a point to not speak to them if it looked like they were talking about something important. Eddie knew it was pity for him. Was endlessly greatful.

But that was how he ended up at the bar. Ducking in the side entrance they left open for him. And he's about to burst in like normal, all loud enthusiasm to see his friends, but he hears Steve groaning about something, hears Robin laughing, hears his name, and it stops him, his hand pressed gently to the door.

"Uuugghhh my god. I'm useless. I was so good at this in school. I could ask anyone out. Like it was nothing." Steve grumbles, Eddie's stomach flutters, he pushed the door open, just a crack, can only see Robin where she's perched on the bar top, legs crossed.

"Maybe that's the problem." She shrugs, Eddie sees her drop her hand to the left, he bites his lip and carefully pushes the door a bit further. He has to stifle a laugh when he sees Steve, looking forlorn, head dropped onto the bar, Robin's hand petting at his hair absent-mindedly. He turns his head to look up at her and Eddie moves to the side a bit, hoping Steve doesn't notice him.

"Huh?" He huffs, glares up at her. She pats the side of his face a couple times and takes her hand back.

"You said you did it like it was nothing. Maybe this isn't nothing? With Eddie, I mean. Maybe it's... bigger. Better!" Her hands move in a flurry in front of her as she talks, Steve ducks away from them as he sits up on the stool properly.

"Better. ...elaborate?" He says slowly, his eyes on the ceiling, his face all screwed up the way Eddie loves, his concentration face, it would be Eddie's downfall one day.

Robin nods enthusiastically, plops her feet down onto the stool next to Steve.

"Well does it feel different? With Eddie? Than it did with all those other people?" She asks, looking down at him with an impossibly fond look.

Eddie watches Steve bite his lip, think for a long moment, his hand moves absent-mindedly to his stomach. Eddie mirrors him, his stomach fluttering as he watches. Feeling a bit guilty, but he can't look away. He can't move. He has to keep listening. Needs the courage, he tells himself. Steve nods.

"Yeah it does. It's different. He's different." Steve says, and he's got this dopey look on his face that Eddie's never seen. Robin nods, slides down off the bar, her butt replacing her feet as she holds Steve's knees tightly.

"Different then what? Then who?" Robin promtps, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Different then everyone." Steve breathes it like a prayer and then immediately shoves his face into his hands with a groan as Robin makes a high pitched noise in her throat.

"You know what this needs don't you?" She asks, excitement coursing through her now. She's on her feet before Steve answers, bouncing out of veiw, toward the jukebox in the corner. Steve groans again and turns to follower her.

"Alcohol?" He asks, voice dry. Eddie hears Robin snort.

"Maybe after work. But right now what we need, is.... drum roll please." She draws out the please. Eddie watches Steve sit on the stool, watching her. He gives her nothing.

"I said drum roll!!" She shouts, and Steve grins, tapping his hands on the stool between his legs.

"Theeeeeee Eddie song!" She sings, and Eddie faintly hears the click of the Jukebox before a womans voice fills the air. Music kicking in after the first few words, Steve already bobbing along. Eddie's heart stutters in his chest. He knows this song. Has heard Steve humming it a few times. It's not a bad song. Eddie's open to things.

He watches Robin dance back into view as Steve starts mouthing the words, pretending to fight against it. But all Eddie can hear are the lyrics, as Steve really starts to get into it, taking Robin's hand and letting her pull him off his seat.

"Thick wavy hair. A little too long. All day loooong, he's singin his song." Steve starts to sway, and Eddie can't do it, they're moving out of view and he needs to see this. He ducks through the door quietly and sinks back to the back corner silently, both of them lost in the song as they dance. Robin chiming in now.

"Well, what color are his eyes?" She asks Steve, perfectly in sync with the song, they've clearly done this... a lot. Steve shrugs and counters,

"I don't know. He's always wearing shades." He sighs wistfully.

"Is he tall?" Robin asks, climbing back onto the bar, laying on her stomach, feet kicked up in the air.

"Well, I've got to look up." Steve stays out on the dining floor, dancing between the tables, swaying his hips.

"Yeah? Well I hear he's bad." Robin scrunches her face as she sings.

"Hmm. He's good bad. But he's not evil." Steve furrow his brow, 'thinking'.

"Tell me more. Tell me more." Robin sings, kicking her feet to the beat, chin in her hands as she grins at Steve. He does a fancy twirl and falls into a chair, dreamy look on his face as he continues.

"Big bulky sweaters, to match his eyes. Dirty fingernails, oh boy what a prize." He swoons a little, his head resting on his chin for a moment before he spins up out of the chair again, dancing towards Robin as he sings through the chorus again.

Eddie's breathing is fast now, his palms sweating as he watches and listenes to Steve sing about kissing him in the street, and loving and caring for him. Wanting to always be there for him. Eddie doesn't miss how fond he looks.

He's looked fond this entire time. Fond and... something else. Eddie's not sure there's a word for it. But he thinks 'longing' might be close. He wipes his palms on his grease stained jeans and moves foward, slowly, not wanting to draw attention, but he can't stay put any longer. Robin chimes in again, rolling onto her back dramatically, arms crossed over her chest.

"Is he a good dancer?"

"What do you mean is a good dancer?" Steve laughs into the line and Eddie's stomach flutters, he could watch Steve like this forever.

"Well how does he dance?" Robin sings, sitting up and facing Steve as he closes in on the stool in front of her, places his hands on it and practically sighs the last line.

"Close. Very, very, close."

The music fades. Robin singing the last of the 'oohs' gently as it does, both her and Steve smiling at each other. Eddie takes this moment to bump into a chair, sending it screeching a few inches across the floor, both of them flailing as they turn to look at him.

"Oh my god!" Robin yells, her hands clamping over her mouth. Steve is frozen as she looks between him and Eddie. Eddie raises one hand from his thigh, wobbles his hand in an awkward wave.

"Uhh... hey." He says, brilliantly. Steve's face is getting redder and redder as he stands there, and Eddie can see him tensing. About to bolt.

So he does something he's never been very good at. For Steve. He finds his bravery and walks right up to Steve, plants himself in front of him, hands landing on his shoulders harder than he meant too, but Steve doesn't flinch.

"Hey." Eddie breathes, his thumbs soothing over Steve's collarbones.

"You already said that." Steve says flatly, he's still staring at Eddie. Eddie's pretty sure he hasn't blinked since he hit the chair.

"Right. Yeah. Lemme try somethin else then." Eddie breathes, ducks forward, presses his lips gently to Steve's, feels Steve gasp against his lips and then feels his hands clamp down on his hips, hard.

It's a small kiss. Just a press of lips really, warm, and sweet, and gentle. But when Eddie pulls back, they're both breathless. Eddie vaguely hears Robin make that happy high pitched noise again, and clapping. And then any sounds from her are drowned out by the next song that clicks on, You Send Me by Sam Cooke. Eddie loves this song.

"You wanna dance?" He asks, brushes his nose against Steve's cheek, laughs when Steve follows him, trying to catch his lips again.

"I dunno. Are you a good dancer?" Steve asks, smirking at Eddie, though his eyes are shining and soft.

"What do you mean am I good dancer?" Eddie asks, feigning offense.

"Well... how do you dance?" Steve recites, sounding almost shy.

Eddie bites his lip, wraps his arm around Steve's waist, and pulls him tightly to his chest as he turns him further onto the dance floor, guiding them between tables with an out of character grace.

"Close. Very, very, close." Eddie breathes, his heart fluttering as Steve throws his head back and laughs, his arms circling Eddie's neck as they sway together, holding each other close as the music plays on.

#OKAY Y'ALL I AM SO STOKED ABOUT THIS FIC I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #I. GONNA POST IT AND THEN RUN AWAY AND MAYBE REPAINT MY NAILS AGAIN CUZ IM NERVOUS BUT EXCITED OKAY HERE WE GOOOOOO #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #Fates Endless Inkwell #fei #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #my writing #mine #my fic

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stupidsagestars · 1 year

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: ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

{ 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 } 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: when luffy forces you and zoro who have been enemies ever since you first met to go on an undercover mission, you were pretty pissed, when you have to pretend to be an extremely flirty couple things definitely get heated and passion can't be hidden can it?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mirror sex, raw sex, blowjob, fingering, tiny bit of violence, tattoos

[𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬!!! ]

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧: 𝟐/𝟎𝟓/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ( 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞)

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It's been 2 years since Luffy founded the Thousand Sunny Rebel Organisation, there are now 50 different divisions with a total of 40,000 members all around the globe. The fact that it had taken Luffy only 2 years to make all this progress was thanks to a few key characters. One of them being Roronoa Zoro, his second in command and you, the leader of the 3rd and 4th divisions.

Now, you and Zoro have a bit of an issue with each other. No-one really knows where it comes from and neither do you, it seems to be a natural thing.

But here you are sitting down in chopper's underground base with Nami, Robin, Zoro and Luffy whilst Brook, Sanji, Franky and Chopper himself are on a mission.

"Can you stop eating so fucking loudly." You snap at the Moss head who was devouring his food like he had a time limit of 2 seconds.

"Shut up." He mumbles, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"No because you're being a pig." You retort, throwing him a napkin way harder than you need to.

He catches it easily. "Oh no I've made the princess mad, whatever do I do now." He says sarcastically.

You scoff and turn to Luffy. "I thought we had a break today, what do you need?"

Luffy points at Nami with his mouth full. She rolls her eyes.

"Seriously? You got the chefs to cook you more food, we talked about this!! You're eating all the supplies" You say groaning at your friend's incompetence.

Zoro laughs before mimicking you and taking another bite of chicken.

"Robin can you tell him to stop being such a baby!" You say pleading with your friend who just chuckles in response.

"Well we're here because we've got an important mission, we need 2 people to infiltrate a strip club." Nami says frowning at the sheet of paper Luffy had told her to read.

"Who owns it?"

"I think Akainu, you need to steal a document or usb from a couple who go by the names of Silver and Lisa. It has some messages between Akainu and Kizaru to do with the new government building, so it's very important to get it." Nami says before crumpling the sheet of paper up and leaving it on the table.

"Usually I'd do with it Sanji but obviously he's on a mission so-" She takes a long breath before looking at you and then zoro.

You frown, "No, no,no, Nami. No fucking way."

"Y/n come on you two are our best infiltrators, it'll take like 10 minutes at best."

"I don't care either way." Zoro says, smiling at you which ticked you off even more.

"Fine." You say with gritted teeth, not wanting to be the difficult one.

"Great!! You guys have to go now though, your files are on the table. That little delivery kid will probably hand you you clothes and whatnot."

You pout as you walk over to the table, glaring at zoro as you picked up the file and walked over to the door.

"Are you coming or what??" You snap at the idiot who for some reason was still sitting down.

He yawns before picking up the file and carelessly walking towards you. Little did you know, those eyes that seemed to be glaring at you were checking you out, admiring how you looked with your low rise jeans and beige crop top. He loved the tramp stamp tattoo that sat smugly on your lower back, god did he want a close up view of it whilst giving you backshots that made you feel like you were in another fucking universe.

"What vehicle?"

"Huh??"

"What vehicle are we using." You say slowly, as the two of you walked out of the hall.

"Porsche" He responds. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, that wasn't common transport for a mission.

"Miss Y/n, Mr Zoro your mission packages are here!!" A timid voice says from behind you.

A delivery boy passes a little package to both you and zoro and quickly runs off, obviously shy.

"Aww he's so cute." You say.

"Tch- he looks like a brat." Zoro mutters and you punch him on the arm.

"You're a brat." You say and he frowns.

"We meet outside in 5." You say when you finally get to the changing rooms.

He doesn't respond so you open the female changing room and slam the door.

You get to take a deep breath as soon as the door shuts. God was he hot, Why'd he have to be so annoying yet so attractive?? Yeah you hated him but that didn't take away the fact that he was so sexy.

You quickly open the package and find yourself staring at an incredibly skimpy red dress and some red high heels . Right under there's a red launderette set and a metallic pink gun, perfect.

You get changed in under 2 minutes and check yourself in the mirror. Before leaving the room, Nami enters smiling at you.

"You look gorgeous." She says giving you a small hug before taking a seat on the bench behind you.

"Thanks, gosh why do I feel nervous??" You say trying to stop your hands from shaking.

"I mean this is quite important." She comments and you shake your head taking a seat next to her.

"No, the mission itself will be fine it's just, y'know.." You say not wanting to admit the issue at hand.

She smirks, "I think I know. Well, I say this is the perfect time to leave your mark."

You frown, "How?"

"You know how to be hot, make him restless, make him beg, turn him to a green headed sanji."

You laugh at her last remark before giving her a small hug.

"Okay I'll see you later."

"Bye! Have fun."

You open the door to find Zoro waiting opposite you. He's wearing a simple black suit with his top buttons undone and his tie lose.

"You're the one that said 5 minutes."

"Careful I've got a gun." You mutter walking past him.

"Huh?"

"Nothing! I was just saying how much of a great partner you are!" You say giving him a fake smile.

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The car ride was incredibly silent but luckily it didn't last long. Although, you did notice Zoro:s eyes practically burning into you sometimes.

He follows behind you slowly as you walk towards the club, eyes glued to your ass and fabulous legs, you turn around and ask him to put your gun in his pocket since you didn't have any.

"Why didn't you bring a bag." He says trying to hide the gun in his inside pocket.

"Use your brain, dy'know how risky that is. Think about why you didn't bring your swords." You sigh and he suddenly wraps his arm around your waist.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You hiss.

"The show starts now princess." He whispers in your ear.

"If you call me that again I will blow your head off." You whisper back giving him a small but deadly smile.

≪•◦ ★◦•≫ [ btw you're going by the name Rose and Zoro decided to disregard the name he was given and choose 'Zuro'

You and Zoro have been in the club for about 5 minutes now and you've been trying to find Silver and Lisa amongst the massive crowd of people.

"How the fuck are we going to find them."

"Wait look." He says pointing to the v.i.p section.

You find yourselves looking at a blue haired girl grinding on a blonde haired guy with funky sunglasses.

"I can't believe you managed to find them before me." You scoff and he smirks as the two of you move through the crowd.

"We'll sit in the booth next them." He says and you nod.

He grabs your hand and swiftly pulls you onto the chair.

Just behind you are your targets making some unearthly sounds and saying some interesting things...

You can't help but let out a loud laugh until zoro covers your mouth with his hands. You notice he's got a smile on his face too and can't help but find him cute .

" I think we need to get their attention." You whisper seductively in his ear.

"mm, that sounds good to me." He says back, giving you a sinful look.

You position yourself onto him and start to slowly grind.

"this doesn't mean anything." You say in his ear and he responds with a loud moan which makes you pinch him on the shoulder.

"what the hell are you doing." you hiss.

"getting their attention."

You put your hands on his shoulders and move according to the music. Zoro bobs his head along, his hands loosely placed on each sides of your hips.

The urge to take of his trousers and really get to feel him is so high but you've got a mission to fulfill. It seems your little game wasn't beneficial to what you were meant to do at all, the couple hadn't turned around once.

"I talk to Lisa you talk to Silver." You whisper to Zoro whose eyes were closed.

"Why can't we finish?" He grunts.

"Because we have a job."

You get off him and walk over to the two lovers. You tap Lisa's shoulder and whisper to her, " hey I'm super sorry but d'you know where the bathrooms are?"

She smiles at you and immediately whispers something to Silver who rolls his eyes. You turn to give Zoro a look, telling him to strike conversation with Silver.

You walk to the bathroom with Lisa who seemed to be talking to you about 2 bitchy strippers who insulted her just a few minutes ago.

"No way what bitches they are!" You say pretending to be shocked.

" I know right, their bras were flimsy as fuck too, what right do they have going after my boyfriend" She continues putting on some lipstick.

"Who runs this place it's super cool." You ask her whilst blowing your nose.

"That big guy, oh what's his name Akainu, yeah, he's barely ever here though."

"Akainu?? As in that super pretentious and problematic government guy?"

"Yeah him, but uh was that green haired dude your boyfriend?"

Your eyes widen at the thought, " yeah, he is, and I'm guessing the guy you were with is yours?"

"Yeah, we actually work together."

"Really? What'd you do?"

"Sort of send government messages and stuff." She hums. You could tell she wanted you to keep asking her about it.

"Oh my gosh that is so cool, you're so cool." You say trying so hard to not sound sarcastic.

"No I'm not.. Am I??"

"I mean totally, you work for the government!!"

"Hey I'll tell you a secret, I'm actually working right now." She says smirking at you.

"Omg are you serious??"

"Yes, there's some people here looking for us."

"Wait. Omg What if it's those strippers? They flirted with your boyfriend right and they insulted you." You say and she looks at you shocked.

"Oh. My. God."

"I've got an idea."

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Whilst y/n was busy wrapping Lisa around her finger, Silver and Zoro were having a quite different conversation whilst smoking a cigarette or two.

"She's just so-"

"Sexy?" Silver asks and Zoro nods profusely.

"Yeah and like we've sort of got this thing where we 'hate eachother' it's so hot you've got know idea. Like I do find her bitchy and annoying alot of the time but she's still so attractive" Zoro says passing Silver the lighter.

"oh that's interesting, have you guys fucked yet?"

"nah it's currently just a bunch of tension, but I can't handle just looking at her secretly and checking her out y'know." Zoro says, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"No I get what you mean, like with Lisa I had the perv phase, that's probably what you're going through."

"Shit you're right."

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Now the mission was about to get hard, you and Zoro need to get that letter from Aikanu to Kizaru urgently.

Whilst Zoro was doing absolutely nothing to help you were doing like 5 things at once.

You and Lisa have teamed up ( with her not knowing who you are) to get revenge on her apparent enemies (the strippers) by stripping to your lingerie and sneaking into the stage to give a show, during this you're hoping zoro could use his fucking brain and use the time to look for the letter so you could both get the fuck out of here.

As soon as the girls on stage leave you both take the opportunity and rush on.

"What the fuck, dude they're on stage!! " Silver says tapping zoro who turns around and nearly chokes on his cigarette. Here he was looking at you handle that metal pole like you had a thousand times. He notices another tattoo on your lower stomach, why'd you have to drive him crazy all the damn time?

"we need to get to the front." Zoro mutters, jumping out of his seat and pushing past a bunch of people who were throwing an abundance of money onto the stage. As soon as he got in a good position, his eyes locked onto yours, you gave him a smile and a wink before doing another trick on the pole which gained many many cheers.

You give Zoro a look, telling him to get the document which would either be in Lisa's handbag or Silver's pocket.

He smirks at you before he shoves a stack of cash in Silver's left pocket allowing him to pick up a miniscule usb stick instead of paper. In a flash he slips it in his pocket and tells Silver he had to go to the bathroom to take care of some 'business'

Zoro has never really had to rush when it came to a mission, only on rare occasions, this was a rare occasion he needed to get you back in the base immediately and fuck the daylights out of you. He quickly finds another usb stick in Lisa's purse and takes a look at your dress on the floor.

Did he need to take it?? Nah, you'd be fine.

You look infront of you to see Zoro at the front doors gesturing to you that he had found what you needed. You tell Lisa that you and your boyfriend had "business you needed to attend to" which may well be true and rush out.

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"Fuck, my dress." You say turning round to get it but Zoro throws you his blazer, "wear that."

"Uh thanks, so what'd you find?" You say, opening the car door.

" 2 USB Sticks." He says passing them to you as he started to drive.

"Ohh I see, Chopper told me it's their new and improved way of communication."

"Where'd you learn how to pole dance?"

You chuckle, a certain memory resurfacing your mind. "Uh, it was while you and the boys were on this big mission, us girls got super drunk and found ourselves in a strip club dancing around on the poles."

"Hot."

You put the sticks in the glovebox and look at Zoro who seemed to be tomato red.

"Why are you so red?" You ask.

"Because it's hot." He responds firmly.

You chuckle, you let your eyes trail down and notice a large tent in his trousers.

"And what's your explanation for this?" You ask, letting your hand rest on his crotch.

"Don't be a brat y/n."

" A brat?? I'm just asking you why you're hard and you're too damn shy to answer."

His eyes are glued to the road but his mind is racing.

"You know what you're doing." He says trying not to give in to temptation.

You quickly move your hand away and rest it on your thigh. "Enlighten me."

"Just wait till we get back, you'll get what you want." He says with gritted teeth. All he wanted to do was stop the car and fuck you in the backseat but he knew all too well that that was too risky, even today he had planted those fake chips in there every single mission made the government more and more angry so you had to be vigilant.

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Zoro quickly hands Luffy the UBS sticks and rushes to find you. After checking multiple rooms he finally finds you, in his room, getting ready to shower, wearing his bathrobe.

"this is my room what are you doing?" He snaps and you give him a small smile.

"I feel like we've been other this roronoa. this isn't your room, this is no-one's room, this is chopper's base not yours so why don't you wait outside instead of lecturing me."

Zoro doesn't respond to what you say instead he pulls you into the bathroom, shuts the door and kisses you, his tongue explores your mouth whilst his hand easily slips off his bathrobe that you were wearing. He pushes you up against the bathroom wall, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck as he lets hand wander down to your aching clit.

"now, you can see all the dirty things I do to you so there won't be any misunderstandings." He mutters in your ear.

"come on, go faster-" you beg, watching him finger you agonisingly slowly for his amusement.

"But you've been such a brat honey." He taunts and you whine.

"Zoro please." You beg, it's so embarrassing feeling tears well up in your eyes from your so called enemy teasing you too much.

"You're so high maintenance " He says, rapidly increasing his pace, watching your eyes roll back from the feeling of his thick fingers stuffing you full.

He continues this motion until your moans get louder and louder telling him you were about to cum.

"Are you gonna cum for daddy now?" He whispers seductively in your ear.

"F-fuck yes." You say, letting out a sigh of relief after releasing your juices all over his lap.

"What a fucking mess."

"You won't mind you're a mess eater." You say, cupping a handful of your cum and shoving it in his mouth completely taking him by surprise.

He swallows as much as he can, letting some drip down the corners of his mouth and onto his shirt

"I can't control it babe." He says letting the nickname roll of his tongue like honey, looking at you with evil eyes knowing how feral that name would make you.

You quickly unzip his trousers and pull his girthy cock out of his briefs.

"are you gonna suck it or just sit there?" He says impatiently.

You give his cock a small lick before looking up at him, " I don't mind just sitting here."

"I better speed up the process then." He says shoving his cock down your throat.

"Anything to say Y/n? No?" He says, giving you a toothy grin as you bob your head up and down his cock. You move faster, earning some low pitched cursing and groans from him. Soon enough, he releases his thick load, a loud groan leaving his throat. You finally move back staring at him with watery eyes.

"I don't take you for a messy eater, you swallowed everything right?"

You nod and push him onto the floor, crawling on top of him and quickly unbuttoning his shirt. You sink onto him, moaning at the mix of pleasure and pain you got from the feeling of his massive cock filling you up.

"You wanna have a ride baby?" Zoro asks, you roll your eyes at him, he could never shut his mouth even when he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Why do you never shut up zoro?" You snap at him as you start to bounce on his cock, your gummy walls taking in every inch of him.

"You're acting like you don't like to hear my voice." He says, he lets his hand trace the tattoo on your stomach. As he watches you through the mirror, his eyes get hypnotised on the way your breasts bounce up and down and the sound of your body slapping against each other puts his ears on fire.

You can feel your thighs get weak and your body go limp as your orgasm creeps up too.

"Fuck I'm close." You whimper, trying to increase your pace.

Zoro's groans and grunts get louder and louder as he feels your pussy clench around him.

"You're fucking suckin' me in " he groans, rolling his eyes backwards as he finally cums all over.

You cum straight after and finally realise what you two have just done.

"what the fuck." You say in long breaths.

"That was fun." Zoro says winking at you returning back to his teasing.

" You and I. Did we seriously just-"

"Fuck. Yes we are two consenting adults that's how it works." He mutters carrying you into the bath.

"This is not happening again."

He scoffs, "sure."

"I'm being serious."

"I haven't even fucked you yet." He says passing you the soap and jumping in the bath.

"Why are you here?"

"This is my room."

"We've been other this."

"Will you ever stop being a brat??"

"Will you ever shut the fuck up? There's your answer."

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part 2 (which is coming soon) synopsis: it's been 3 weeks since you and zoro first fucked and you can't seemed to keep your hands off each other, especially whe you're training

#anime smut #zoro smut #zoro roronoa x reader #op smut #op zoro #one piece x you #one piece au #zoro fanfic #zoro x you #one piece x y/n #zoro x y/n

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fullyinconsequential · 10 months

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Here’s a 3am Steddie rant I think every Steddie lover (and possibly hater) should hear. I have no goal to convert anyone—just to say that the ship did not actually “come from nothing.” Here’s why:

I don’t understand how there wasn’t Steddie foresight in the writer’s room.

So they play it up in season 3 like Steve just can’t get the girl and when he does she’s not the right girl and yada yada yada—cool beans. I love his character arc with Robin, their friendship, her queerness. I love their entire bathroom interaction.

Specifically: “It’s somebody that I didn’t even talk to in school. Maybe cuz Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me, or I wouldn’t be prom king…. First of all, she’s hilarious. So funny. I feel like this summer I have laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time. And she’s smart—way smarter than me…. She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.”

Traits Robin Also Has that Eddie Shares:

Outcast

Band Kid

The Witty Banter

Eddie’s personality is VERY Robin. Not perfectly so, but maddeningly close.

Another point:

This is just the same person in different gender specific fonts, A.K.A. Steve’s “love interest” versus a guy who called him “big boy” completely unprompted and interrupted a tender moment between him and his “love interest” and complimented him for an entire scene while Steve wore his clothes.

So, really, one of them’s Steve’s love interest and the other is Nancy Wheeler /hj.

I write a lot, and as someone who both writes and consumes an abhorrent amount of media, whoever wrote this down, casted and costumed this way, and allowed for the interactions between Steve and Eddie to be as nuanced as they were (EX: the scene in which Eddie steps forward like he has more to say to Steve before he goes off and kills himself) had to have known what was going to happen. There is simply no way of not seeing it.

And if they didn’t want people shipping Steddie at the scale which they do, here’s what went wrong:

First: defaulting to Steve wanting his ex back is just plain shitty writing. It means you don’t know where to go with the character anymore, and since you’re certain he’s done all the growing he can do, he’s just gonna double back to the conflict he was in in the FIRST SEASON.

Are you serious right now, bro?

Steve’s arc as a character has been absolutely heartwarming to watch. If anything, he’d have been better off given the “I need to figure out how to be happy on my own” narrative. Throwing him back at Nancy is a cop out, a big one.

Second: Eddie. Throwing Eddie in the mix was absolutely a WILD decision, because he looks like Nancy, he banters like Robin, and GENDER IS NO LONGER A PLAUSIBLE REASON FOR AN AUDIENCE TO DENY CHEMISTRY, OR EXPLAIN IT AWAY. Not in the year of our lord 2023, no sir. Not unless you’re going to explicitly state in some way to an audience that these characters are DEFINITIVELY STRAIGHT. And with Eddie, they went as far off that course as possible.

The outcast stuff. The D&D stuff. The hatred of the system. The mysteriously living with his uncle and not his parents. THE HANKERCHIEF IN HIS BACK POCKET.

So essentially, this is what they did:

They took a beloved character, flubbed over his character arc because they weren’t sure what to do with it.

Then, they created a SECOND beloved character, made him likable, lovable, even, and relatable. Then they gave him half and half personality and looks of Steve’s last two love interests. Then they gave us scenes of them together where they showed chemistry, genuineness, and playfulness.

Then they EXPECTED that we as an audience had enough heteronormativity left as a society to say—oh, those two guys aren’t flirting with each other even a little bit because they’re two guys and obviously that doesn’t happen.

WHEN IN THE SAME SEASON WE WATCHED WILL AND ROBIN GO GAY PANIC AND DESPAIR LIKE?????

Pick a side pick a side, are your characters fucking gay or is your audience fucking blind?

Point being, I have some friends IRL who don’t really get this. They think Steve and Eddie hardly interacted enough for there to be romance at all, but I think it’s less about how much they interacted and more about the (unintentional) set up they were given by the writers.

Steve’s a truly beloved character and I don’t know on ST fan that wants to see him just end up back with Nancy Wheeler like his entire character arc was just to “get the girl” and “have six kids.” Which he already has by the way.

Anyway, that’s just my two cents. I’m not advocating for anyone to ship them, I’m just saying it’s honestly a perfectly logical conclusion to make, especially if you CARE about Steve as a character, you know? We want him to be with someone genuine, someone who challenges him to be better, to be different than he was. Nancy couldn’t handle doing that. Robin could, but they’re platonic af.

So why wouldn’t it be Eddie?

Rest in peace, by the way. You would’ve loved this text post.

#stranger things #steddie #writers #eddie munson #steve harrington #bisexual #gay #lgbtq #stranger things 4 #ultimately I’m just very confused by the writers #their choices seem so deliberate but they can’t possibly be #who instructed Joe to take that step forward?#what was the point of ‘for your modesty dude’#why make Steve’s only character trait needing a girlfriend?#why not make Eddie’s character a girl?#the Lance mcclainification of Steve harrington

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sailing-through-hawkins · 10 months

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Part 1 ✧ Part 2 ✧ Part 3 ✧ Part 4 (finale) of Harrington Charms Hellfire ✧ AO3

Sometimes Steve thinks the real Upside-Down is his life before any of it really happened, before the demogorgon, before Will going missing, before he ever even met Robin, because that life feels like such a distant memory it might as well be a completely different person's.

In the moments between all the chaos and yelling and laughing, when everyone's quiet and like, content? It hits him harder than any punch (obviously not any punch given all his experience with getting them, but he's allowed to exaggerate when he has Dustin, Robin, Erica and Eddie being dramatic as possible around him every single day) that this wasn't always his life.

He didn't always know the best way to bribe Dustin was by offering to take him to the diner with the most expensive fucking fries but totally worth the price.

He didn't always answer the phone to find Erica calling him up for another round of ice cream at the Sinclairs' while she goes on and on about how Chelsea has betrayed her by cozying up to Valerie after they already made a pact about it.

He didn't always have Robin gently reminding him about people's names and their plans for the week and what he had that morning because fuck, did he have breakfast? Robin, what - ("We had pancakes and that gross syrup you buy even though I keep telling you it's not sweet enough, which means I have to use like half the bottle in one go -")

It's pretty weird to think about. That all of that is some kind of after instead of an always. It's nice.

He could do without the repeated banging on his front door though. Like why do none of his people know how to knock?

"Ready to have your mind blown, Stevie?" Eddie Munson stands outside his house with a wide grin and guitar hanging over his back like a weapon. It kind of is, in some ways.

"Get in here, jackass," Steve rolls his eyes as Eddie cackles his way through the door and straight to the couch in the sunroom ("What does that even mean, sunroom? Who has a sunroom?! If it's facing the pool, shouldn't it be the poolroom? Give me answers, whoever constructed this hellish house!") without so much as a hug. He shuts the door and trails after the madman. "What, no 'hi Steve, nice to see you, thanks for letting me come over'?"

Eddie whips around with a manic grin and wild eyes. "Haven't you heard? Chivalry is dead, sweetheart."

He has such pretty eyes, Steve thinks idly as Eddie carefully takes off his guitar and jumps into the couch, the kind he really likes looking at in moments of peace and quiet. Sometimes they go big and wide and Eddie pulls a lock of hair over his mouth, but that doesn't hide the way his whole face flushes pink when Steve really leans in.

It's not something he actually knows about Eddie, but Steve does know that he - well, he likes Eddie.

"You said he was glaring at Frank after he gave you that Star Trek thing."

"I mean yeah, but that could have been for anything, maybe they fought before I came 'round or something."

"Hmm, true, but I am personally inclined to the idea that he was jealous."

"You just want to make fun of him."

"Absolutely I do."

Steve shakes his head and walks over to knock Eddie on his head, laughing when he immediately pouts up at him. "It's lunchtime, Munson, and we agreed to eat first before you pull me into one of your 'artist moments'."

Gasping, Eddie immediately launches into the same lecture he does every time Robin makes fun of how focused he is while writing out a campaign idea ("Can you believe we used to know nothing about this stuff? And now it's like, saved our lives and we play it every other week. Who even are we?"). Steve walks on to the kitchen as Eddie raves behind him and doesn't even bother pushing down the fondness in his chest, the fondness he knows is written all over his face.

Yeah, Steve and Robin are pretty sure he's like, totally in love with Eddie at this point. It probably should be a bigger deal than it is but honestly, a couple years surviving another apocalypse and being distrustful of most authority figures (including but not at all exclusive to the American fucking government) really puts that kinda shit into perspective.

"Robin, how do you ask a guy out?"

"Gee, that's a great question, I hope I never have to find out."

"...you were the wrong person to ask this."

"No shit, Stevie."

So yeah, Steve's in love with Eddie Munson and the whole world's gonna know about it.

Because he has a plan.

Step one: get the guy to come over for lunch - easily accomplished once Steve promises to make his pizza casserole, a Buckley-exclusive recipe until today (with said Buckley's approval of course, because it's the fanciest thing Steve can do without fucking up like three times in a row).

Step two: use said lunch as a way to make easy conversation and settle nerves - already in action, just need to get his oven mitts on first.

"Oh my god," Eddie moans when Steve pulls the casserole out of the oven, the melted cheese and crusted pasta looking delicious, way to go, Harrington. "Oh fuck, that smells so fucking good, oh my god."

Steve laughs, quickly setting the dish down and poking it with a fork so his face has time to cool down. "Buckley approved and Munson sanctioned, huh?"

"Jesus Christ, let me at it -" Eddie reaches for the dish, hands squeezing mid-air before Steve slaps them both, mitts and all. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"Have some fucking patience, man." Steve sets the casserole onto the trivet ("Our latest word of the week!") and carries the whole thing to the dining room. He calls out behind him before Eddie can even walk, "And bring over the plates from the sink, they're clean."

"No shit!" Eddie calls back and Steve just laughs again when he walks into the dining room with the plates held up over his head, knees and arms bending awkwardly like he's some sort of gangly creature with zero limb coordination. He sets down the plates with a bow and in a weird voice croaks, "Your plates, my liege."

Steve looks at the gremlin of a man in front of and his heart beats once, twice, saying 'yes, this one, this one too, please.'

"Okay, Smeagol," he snorts and jumps when Eddie smacks his shoulder. "Dude, what the hell, I'm -"

"Since when do you read Lord of the Rings?!" Eddie smacks his shoulder again when he rolls his eyes. "That reference is way too obscure for you to just know!"

The casserole is firm enough that he can lift a piece to a nearby plate with zero casualties, but he still doesn't take his eyes off it for a second. "Dustin and Lucas talk about it all the time, even Max does the whole 'my precious' thing. It's not that obscure."

"Steve Harrington," Eddie shakes his head and Steve sighs when both plates are set, the rest of the casserole intact. "You are something else, man."

When Steve turns around, he's struck by how fond Eddie's eyes are, staring at him, smiling at him, sweet and soft. It's heady, makes him smile back, makes him forget every step of his plan, makes him lean in. Eddie doesn't flinch, eyes fixed on him, but does inhale sharply when Steve takes his hand, slowly settling his fingers between Eddie's until they're holding hands warmly, gently, lovely.

"Steve?" Eddie murmurs, eyes flitting all over Steve's face like he's tracking every spot, mole and freckle he can find.

And that right there is what gives Steve the courage to say, "Look, I -"

Brrrrrrng!

Which is exactly why the doorbell rings. Because when Steve is brave, the universe just has to keep pushing him to find the limit of his patience too. God damn it.

"Be right back," he sighs, letting go of Eddie's hand to pat him on the shoulder with a weak smile. Eddie doesn't seem to mind, staring down at his hand like it has the answers to the universe. He walks to the door when the doorbell rings yet again. "Don't start without me."

Eddie doesn't reply and Steve sighs again, opening the door with a tilted head at whoever - "Harrington!"

Steve blinks and tilts his head even more. "Frankie? What's up, man?"

"It's time to discuss." Frank stands tall in his doorway, holding up what looks like a giant roll of paper under his arm. Steve doesn't even want to know what the plastic bag in his hand has. Frank glances around, as if there's anybody else out here, and his voice drops to a whisper. "We need a plan on how you're going to woo Eddie."

Eyes widening, Steve quickly shuts the door and shoves Frank away from the entrance ("I may have the pointy elbows but you've got the strong arms, so together our jabs would be like unstoppable!") . He glances back at the house, relieved when Eddie doesn't come shooting out at the very sensitive information. "What the hell, dude?"

"Listen to me," Frank continues, leaning against Steve's car as if he's not being cornered, setting Steve's teeth on a grind. "Procrastinating this is not the solution, and if you really want to court him properly -"

"Do you have to say it like that?!" Steve runs a hand through his hair. He should have known this would happen and he still got cocky. Fuck. "Look, this is stupid, I'm -"

"Strategy is never stupid, Harrington," Frank seethes, poking his chest harshly. Fuck, what's his deal with using last names anyway? "You want to ask Eddie out, so you asked Hellfire for aid. And our aid is about coordination, patience and a step-by-step tactical journey that includes failsafes for every occasion."

"Oh joy," Steve snorts. He crosses his arms and leans on one leg ("You're the one who said it's our bitchiest move! Besides, it always works, doesn't it?"), eyebrows raised high. "Look, I appreciate the help, but considering the fact that I've literally got Eddie in my house right now, I think I'm doing just fine."

"He's what?!" Frank's smug face turns pale and he whips a glance at the house before slapping Steve's arm with a hiss. "And you're mentioning this only now?! I had to take a bus here man!"

"Ow!" Steve glares back, rubbing the spot. It's basically nothing, barely a sting, but he feels the need to make a show of it to prove a point ("Oh my god, you have been hanging out with Eddie too much, he's infected you - fight it, Stevie! Only you and I can infect each other!"). "I would have said it earlier if someone hadn't -"

"Shh!" Frank rudely smacks Steve's arm again, the prick, and gives a...nervous smile to the house?

"What -" Steve turns around to find Eddie's glare through the window before it quickly turns to surprise and disappears. Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, god fucking damn it. "Okay, well, this conversation is over because now I need to do damage control before any wooing."

Frank nods with a wince. "Perhaps...I could have called first."

"Perhaps," Steve mocks before letting out a laugh and patting Frankie's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, man, I'll just tell him you were trying to start another fight about the tribbles and fuzzies."

"It's a valid -"

"Frankie," Steve says sternly and watches amusedly when Frank deflates.

He still squints and pokes Steve's chest again. "Next time. You owe me the bus fare. Twice."

"Bring food over," Steve calls out as Frank starts to walk away. "I'm not cooking for you if I have to pay!"

"Eat shit, Harrington!"

And Steve laughs and laughs because he finally feels so light after all this time. With a sigh, he makes his way back to the house, startling when Eddie's face in the window makes another appearing-disappearing act.

Huh.

Well, in Eddie's defense, it's pretty suspicious that Frank came over with a roll of paper and bag of markers, right?

"Eds?" Steve walks in, a smile growing when he sees Eddie lying on the stairs in the most unnatural position possible, stretched out with one hand holding up his head and his leg crooked up on the other knee. He lets out a laugh when Eddie blinks at him. "Comfortable?"

"One hundred percent," Eddie croaks, sliding down the stairs, Jesus it's like he's made of liquid, until he's a pouting puddle on the floor. "Why'd Frank come over? I didn't tell him I was here."

"Eh," Steve shrugs, holding out a hand and, when he takes it in his own, pulling Eddie up. "Thought he could finally prove his conspiracy theory about the tribbles again."

Eddie doesn't reply, eyes flickering down to their hands, warm and connected. Steve purposefully doesn't make a remark or snatch his hand away the way the small, dark corner of his brain is insisting he should ("I think it's time we both stop listening to our dark corners, huh? I'll be your light if you'll be mine."), casually making his way back to the dining room. Something glows in his chest when Eddie's hand squeezes just enough for him to feel, before Steve squeezes back and lets it go so he can pull out a chair.

"Ready to have your tastebuds blown away?"

With a gulp and a very quick shake, Eddie grins at him before dropping into the chair. He squirms around until he settles, legs stretched out and hands behind his head, looking up at Steve with that same, wide grin. "I'm always ready for a Harrington Feast."

"Ew," Steve wrinkles his nose as he gently pushes the chair in, making his way over to the one directly opposite Eddie. "Yeah no, we're not doing that."

"But Harrington Habits -"

"I'm going to punch Gareth next time he says that," Steve grumbles. "I don't care how many movies he wants to try out."

It's honestly a little flattering how quickly Gareth warmed up to Steve after the whole 'Grease' thing, hell, the kid even asked (very angrily and with zero eye contact) if Steve knew how to style his hair to look like Danny Zuko's a couple weeks back. Steve had to take a minute before agreeing but then had to coax him out of the look when it very clearly wasn't working, and offered to help him look for a jacket like Danny's instead.

Nobody knows why or when exactly Hellfire started to mellow out against Steve ("I can't believe all it took was some music, movies and cookies, I'm gonna lose my mind! We should try getting Mrs Byers to invite us for dinner with that charm of yours."). Mike still suspects it started after he offered to host their next game night (they didn't take him up on the offer but Eddie barely took his big shiny eyes off him for the rest of the evening, so it was totally worth asking) but Dustin claims he just wore them down with his "- dad energy, Steve, I had to stop you from wearing your fanny pack to the pool."

Excuse him, Dustin, if El might need tissues in case of a nosebleed or if Robin gets another papercut on something that isn't even paper and needs a band-aid or -

Oh.

Oh god, he's the goddamn babysitter by instinct now, fuck.

"Steve," Eddie says as solemnly as he can with a giant piece of baked macaroni in his mouth. "This is fucking heaven."

Trying his best not to preen, Steve smiles and nods as he takes another bite. But apparently, Eddie isn't finished.

"No, seriously, this is like, if an angel stuffed liquid gold into my hands and told me I could chug it. I'm not even -"

"Dude," Steve laughs. "What does that even mean?"

"You think I know?!" Eddie says, his lips twitching like he's holding back his own laugh. "I'm just the messenger here!"

He doesn't know how they made it through lunch because Eddie kept pulling out stories and jokes that got Steve laughing so hard, he literally choked and needed five minutes just to breathe normally again ("Come on, Stevie, keep breathing for me, match me, come on, don't make me panic too -"). It's like he was doing his best to make Steve lose his shit.

Which.

Huh.

Interesting thought to come back to later, because step two has been completed.

On to step three: clean up lunch together as an excuse to be physically close and make some gentle, casual touches.

Casual, because outright holding his hand might be jumping ahead ("I feel like our impulse control gets better when we're together. Wha - that doesn't count, we were high off surviving the apocalypse and she was very pretty!"), and Steve definitely doesn't want to scare Eddie off.

"I am no coward!" Eddie declares, shoving his hands straight into the sink and under the running water as he turns his nose up at Steve. "If the dishes need be done, then they shall be done, good sir, so sweareth I, noble -"

"Oh my god, just start washing, y'goose," Steve lightly shoves at his shoulder and no surprise that step three is already going well, he's just that good at strategy, thanks Frankie. He picks up the already-washed cup and uses the towel he slapped onto his own shoulder to dry it off. "I don't know how you keep pulling those monologues out of nowhere like that."

"Observation, imitation and practice," Eddie says smugly, wiggling in place as he works on the plates. "It's not all pure talent, y'know, I gotta work at it."

"Ha ha," Steve rolls his eyes, barely able to keep his smile in. He nudges Eddie's shoulder once, lets him nudge back, does it again and repeat, until he just lets his shoulder rest against Eddie's. "Thanks for coming over, man."

"'S no problem," Eddie lightly shrugs his other shoulder. "I...like hanging out. With you."

Steve pauses. There's no "I know, crazy right?" or "The Hair and the Freak, who'da thunk?" or "But don't get sappy on me!" that follows.

There's just him and Eddie, side-to-side. There's gentle sunlight streaming in through the window and it makes his rings shine and there's -

"Eddie, what the fuck, you didn't take your rings off?!"

Without a second thought, Steve grabs his hands out of the water and immediately does a headcount (or is it a ringcount? Whatever, doesn't matter), drying off Eddie's hands with the not-damp side of the towel. None of them got lost ("You keep track of his rings? Stevie - no, that's different, stop turning your gay - sorry - bisexual pining on me!"), so he carefully dabs at them to let the shine through.

That's when it occurs to him that there is, in fact, a person attached to these rings.

Ah.

"I, uh -" Steve coughs. "If you're gonna help with the dishes - I mean, we wouldn't wanna lose any of these, right?"

Peeking up at Eddie, who's entire face is flushed pink, staring straight ("Haha, straight. What? Let me have this -") at him, Steve feels something roll through under his skin, making him stand taller, making his face relax, making him feel like - (You can do this, dingus. I believe in you.")

"Here," Steve says softly, pulling a ring off Eddie's pointer finger slowly, waiting for a refusal. When he peeks back up at Eddie, he's still frozen, wide eyed and blinking repeatedly. He gently pulls off the ring from his middle and ring fingers, and holds the silver collection up in the palm of his hand. "Keep them safe."

Frozen, Eddie doesn't say anything.

"Eddie?" It's impossible to hold back his smirk at this point, even harder not to let it widen when Eddie's eyes snap to his lips. "Did you want me to keep them?"

Before he can put them in his pocket, Eddie snatches them out of his hand and shoves the rings into his own pocket, the noise of clacking metal apparently breaking the spell. He squeaks out an, "All good, Stevie!" and quickly goes back to the sink to shove his hands under the water.

See, that would normally hurt, the idea that Steve's touch needed - needed to be washed off. But he saw Eddie's eyes, his expression whenever Steve touches his skin. That's not disgust.

Nah, that's not disgust at all actually.

Steve smiles as he watches Eddie curse when he almost drops a fork, hair bouncing against the sunlight so prettily. He lightly glides up behind Eddie, gathering the curls together, humming when Eddie freezes again.

"Uh -"

"Can I tie it up?"

Eddie seems to take a moment. "Sure," he says quietly.

Continuing to hum, Steve runs a hand through Eddie's hair, coaxing away any little tangles and knots. It's nice to see he's been keeping up with the new routine he and Mike have started together, even if it took Robin's horror stories of hair damage (which were definitely exaggerated just so she could see Mike's face) to get them to think about it. Once he's got all of Eddie's hair held up, he takes his time getting a hair tie out of his back pocket ("What if I need one and I forget? Or Erica? Or Max? Or -") so that he can stare at the nape of his neck, pale but littered with little pink scars.

How pretty can one guy be? Every little part of him, every expression, every -

And then the phone rings.

What the hell.

"For the record," Steve says before he finally ties up Eddie's hair into a bun that hangs low on his head. He starts slowly stepping away and out of the kitchen. "I like hanging out with you too, Eddie."

Speed walking his way to the phone, Steve lets it ring a few more times, taking in quiet and deep breaths because holy shit, did he just do that? He just did that ("I can't believe you fucking did that, oh my god. I mean - I always believed in you!"). With a grin and a glow in his chest that spreads across his veins like some kind of magic high, he answers the phone.

"Harrington Residence -"

"Steve!" Jeff's voice sounds winded and his heartbeat is already racing fast.

"What's wrong, are you okay?" His blood on fire, ready to hit back, where're the bad guys, his axe, where's his axe -

Jeff swallows a deep breath. "Yeah, no, yeah, yeah I'm fine. I wanted to warn you about Frank."

Steve blinks, moves the phone away to stare at it, before putting it back to his ear. "Why, what did he do?"

"He said he was coming over to help with that thing even though you said you'd handle it, and I know you're meeting up with you-know-who so like, be alert."

His eye is twitching. Fuck, he better not be getting a headache today, it's his day off to chill for once, he deserves better than this. "He already came by, dude. He just left like an hour ago."

Jeff swears colorfully enough that it relieves the tension of Steve's shoulders when he laughs. "That motherfucker lied to me, he said he was coming by for dinner."

"He probably knew you were gonna warn me," Steve grins as quiet sounds of plates and cupboards echo out from the kitchen. "Why are you even warning me anyways? I mean I know I backtracked but it was pretty neat of him to try helping out anyways.

"'Pretty neat' he says. God, Harrington, you're such a dad," Jeff teases and it's one of those rare times the joke makes Steve laugh without shame.

Out of everyone in Steve's life, Jeff is one of few who don't make Steve feel so bad about wanting a big family ("Platonic soulmates excluded, of course, right?"). Maybe it's because he gets it, especially after Trey had moved out so quickly. He gets how a house can be lonely without a bunch of family filling up the space.

Jeff hesitates. "Like I said, I know you wanted some alone time today." His voice softens to a murmur and Steve can't help but run a hand through his hair, fidgeting with a lock at the back of his neck. It's getting so long now. It makes him think of Eddie's nape, warm and so pale against the black of his hair but still so alive. "You said you were gonna make a move."

"I -" Steve blows out a breath, cupping his own neck and staring out the window into the greenery outside. The sunlight really does make everything look so much warmer. Alive. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. Today, actually."

"That's great!" Jeff whispers excitedly and Steve just laughs again. "Shit, okay, I should let you get back to it then. I'll phone Wayne for your check-in too, good luck man!"

"Thanks, Jeff. That...means a lot." Steve smiles. "Talk to you later."

Setting the phone against the wall ("You think you're so fancy with your wall phone, Harrington?! ...Yeah, you are, it's pretty cool actually. Should we crank call Hopper or would that be like, a crime?") feels like a weight's been lifted off his shoulders. Alive, safe, well.

The approval of Eddie's friends isn't exactly something he'd expected to want or to get really, but they keep surprising him. Even Wayne's been really supportive of Steve in general, always trusting him to take care of their people, even if he does ask everyone to check-in with him whenever Eddie visits. Sometimes the paranoia doesn't lift up and Steve definitely isn't going to give the man grief about it when he understands.

With a nod, Steve turns back to the kitchen and stops when he sees Eddie, who quickly stumbles back on the kitchen door when he tries hiding.

"Ow." Eddie rubs his elbow with a wince. He quickly hops along the wall to get to the sun room. "Pay no attention to the man behind - uh - out of the kitchen?"

"Eddie," Steve laughs as he follows, the panic of hurt, he's hurt, find him, bring him home, keep him safe fading away. "Eddie, wait, what were you even -"

"Upupup!" Eddie plugs his fingers into his ears and starts chanting. Steve has to lunge when he almost bangs his hip against the doorframe to pull him to the side instead. With a groan, Eddie hides his face in his hands. "Can we pretend none of that happened and that I was on my way to get my guitar without eavesdropping?"

"Nope," Steve says cheerfully, dragging Eddie along by hooking an arm over his shoulder. "I'm gonna be using that for weeks."

"Well excuuuuse me," Eddie squints, dropping down to pick up his guitar and sling it over one shoulder. "If I just wanna know why Jeff would be calling right after a house call from Frankie. You planning something I don't know about?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. It's just some new tracks," Steve pats his shoulder and saunters his way to the stairs. "Now come on, you promised me a show."

It's silent, no footsteps, no quip, so Steve turns back just in case.

"Huwha?"

Yup, same flushed cheeks. Looks like his plan is working perfectly. Steve smiles, turns back around and makes his way up the staircase. It's almost time for the final step - actually fucking saying something.

He's got this. Right? ("Right.")

"So," Steve starts as they walk into his bedroom ("Keep your cool, keep it together, do not fuck this up - but also no pressure, this is a big step -"). "What exactly were you gonna show me anyways? All you said was a melody and -"

"Upupup," Eddie says, placing his hands on Steve's shoulders and walking him back towards his bed, where he ends up tripping on to. "Woah, shit! You okay?"

Shaking his head, Steve just laughs. The giddiness has finally cracked open in his chest, all his feelings floating up like - like they're in his blood, pouring out of him. "All good. You're that excited, huh?"

"Don't think you can trick me," Eddie pokes a finger at Steve's forehead, both hands coming down to rest at Steve's shoulders as he lightly shakes him. "This is very important, Harrington, no distractions or interruptions, alright?"

Steve lets his hands glide back behind him on the bed, leaning back on them and tilting his head. With a soft smile (practiced and well-worn with the amount of times he's used it for Robin, Max, Dustin, Erica, Eddie), he leans on his hands behind him, watching Eddie's cheeks turn pink in real time. "Alright. Impress me, Munson."

It takes a second, Eddie fumbling with his guitar and his jacket, his eyes flickering back to Steve before snapping away, but eventually he spins around and sits on the floor, leaning against the bed. Without the leather (a gift from Dustin, with Mike and Steve's help, that made Eddie cry that day, no matter how much he denies it), he looks smaller. His white shirt isn't thick enough, lets Steve see the skin underneath, the wounds and scars.

With a sigh, Steve brushes a hand along Eddie's shoulder, lets the warmth sink in -

"Woah!" Eddie chokes, twitching in place, shaking Steve's hand off. "I said no interruptions, my good sir!"

"Sorry," Steve says genuinely, totally went a bit far there, that's fair. He clears his throat and shuffles to lie down along the bed instead, careful not to hit Eddie with his feet ("You've gotten enough concussions for all of us, so it's my job to make sure it doesn't happen again, as your best friend and soulmate because I am not losing you.") and settles on his side. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

Eddie takes a deep breath, readjusts his guitar, tunes it, strumming and adjusting and tuning and looping over and over - "Okay, uh, could you like - uh, not like, stare at me? I mean, not - I'm just - uh, nervous I guess."

With a blink, Steve says, "'Course, man. Take your time," and reshuffles so he's staring up at the ceiling. The glow-in-the-dark stars he put up with Dustin are still up there. They don't glow that much but he thinks they're bright enough for him.

"Thanks," Eddie murmurs and clears his throat. With one final deep breath, he starts playing and...

It's good. It's great actually. Steve doesn't know much about music ("You're surrounded by musicians! You play music when you - you know, do the thing! I bet you know way more than you think."), but the melody is slower than he expected, less head-banging and more...just looking at his stars.

He lets his head turn so he can watch Eddie play, the little bun of hair pulled up higher than when he tied it up. It isn't anything special, but it makes the cracked-open glow in Steve's chest burn brighter, melt out of his ribcage like some kind of radioactive goop that he doesn't bother scooping back inside. Not when it feels like this.

The sunlight is dimmer now, but it shines over Steve's legs onto the back of Eddie, casting a shadow on the bedroom floor.

With that thought, the melody ends and Eddie turns a little in his spot to stare at Steve. He looks nervous, the light outside keeping him bright and Steve can't look away. "So, uh, what - what'd ya think?"

It isn't that easy, describing music. Usually Steve sticks to whatever makes him feel good, sometimes just whatever makes him feel in general. But this felt -

"That was amazing, Eddie." The words taste awkward on his tongue but it's blown away by the delight in Eddie's face.

"Yeah?! Yeah, I wanted to try something different, after everything, y'know, so I figured, well the world almost ended, maybe going easy for once wouldn't hurt and -"

He goes on. He goes on and smiles at Steve and the sunlight surrounds them and he can't take it anymore.

Sitting up and smoothly shifting back onto the bed, Steve leans over and reaches out. When his hand cups Eddie's jaw, the rambling stops. He stares down, Eddie stares up, the sunlight reaching out between them, and Steve lets out a soft chuckle.

"You're amazing," Steve says, bringing over his other hand so he's gently holding Eddie's face. He doesn't know what he looks like but he knows that in this moment, Eddie is stunning. Big wide eyes, pink flush and a shadow over his face -

Knock knock knock.

"Oh, you are fucking with me -" Steve shouts, leaping off to the other side of the bed to see - "Gareth?!"

"Open - the - window -" The scrawny asshole mouths up at him through the window, one hand wobbling on the frame. Steve has a quick, ruthless thought of pulling the blinds down but it'll never be more than a thought. With a sigh, he opens the window and reaches out, helping Gareth climb through. "Holy shit, that was so scary. How the hell did you do this every night?"

"I -" Steve sputters, shutting the window behind him. "I did not climb through people's windows every night! Just - like, on the occasion! Shut up, what are you even doing here?"

"Okay, so remember when you told me about -"

"Nope!"

Steve and Gareth jump, looking over to find a fuming Eddie, his guitar strewn on the bed and his expression manic.

"Nope, we're not doing this, actually, thanks Gary," Eddie says brightly, grabbing Gareth by the scruff of his shirt and dragging him out of the bedroom. "I'm sure whatever movie or album or debate or whatever you just couldn't wait to talk to Steve about, it actually can and will fucking wait!"

He shuts the door behind the poor kid before spinning around and stomping over to the window, where he pulls the blinds shut so they're left in shadows. Steve stares as Eddie breathes heavily, his shoulders hunched up and hair lifting up and down and -

Then Eddie spins around again, grabbing Steve by the shoulders and staring straight into his eyes.

Steve blinks.

"Listen up, Harrington," Eddie spits out, his glare vividly stuck on Steve's face. "You and I both know this little meet up wasn't just some meet up and I have no fucking clue why my band keeps interrupting us, but I'm going to fucking explode if I don't kiss you right here, right now after a whole fucking day of just - just you."

Steve blinks twice.

Eddie's breathing is still heavy but not harmful, his eyes wide and harsh on Steve's, so dark without the sun, so deep and obscure. His hair is still in the bun, messed up and frazzled as it is, a few curls coming down to brush against his cheek.

He really does light something up in Steve.

"Harrington, I swear -"

"Kiss me," Steve says and -

And he does.

And it's amazing.

Eddie mashes their faces together, knocking Steve's teeth with his own, bumping their noses, gripping Steve's shoulder too tightly.

It's everything.

Steve sighs into the kiss, running a hand up to Eddie's jaw, letting the other coax around Eddie's back and pull him in closer.

It's Eddie.

"Guys?"

With the very audible sound of skin on skin, Steve pulls away, heart fluttering when Eddie sighs and the breath touches his lips. He opens his eyes and stares at Steve, who rests his forehead against his.

Giggling, he shyly says, "Hi."

Steve grins, closing his eyes briefly to nuzzle their noses together. "Hey."

"Sooo," Eddie giggles again. "That was nice."

"Very nice," Steve hums. He strokes a thumb over Eddie's cheek, feeling the heat of the pink against it. "We should do it again."

"Yeah? Yeah, I think so too." Eddie leans in -

"Guys? What's happening?!"

"Gareth, I swear to GOD I am killing off your character," Eddie yells at the door, his arms wrapping around Steve's neck heatedly. It feels amazing. "In fact, I'm killing off all of your characters after the stunts you guys pulled today!"

"Wha - what did we do?! Wait, what did I do?"

"He's right," Steve leans closer, nuzzling Eddie's hair. "They were just trying to -"

"Oh no," Eddie half-heartedly smacks his chest, cheeks still a pretty, pretty pink. "Don't defend them, not when you're the one that used your weird charm on my friends and made them all 'Ooh, Steve this, Steve that' while I was trying not to think about your ass for the fifth time every goddamn day!"

Blinking, Steve smirks. "Think about my ass often, Munson?"

"Shut the fuck up," Eddie glares. "And get back here."

Lucky him, Steve doesn't think he'd want anything else.

if anyone else had wanted to be tagged but wasn't or if i accidentally tagged someone wrongly, my apologies tag list: @ramyayaya @alienace @5pac3g1r7 @emly03 @tell-me-a-secret-a-nice-one @maya-custodios-dionach @elliegrey2803 @bejeweledbaby @blanketlicker @messrs-weasley @estrellami-1 @stillfullofshit

#sailor✧writes #steddie #sailing✧harrington charms hellfire #writing #fanfic #au content #corroded coffin #hellfire club #HERE WE GO #THE DOOZY IS DONE

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hyperanaemia · 3 months

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Sorry, I don't mean to disappear for months, but I've been getting back into reading comics after taking a super long break to play bg3. So, I've finally gotten around to reading the Knight Terrors: Robin issues that have been sitting in my 'to read' box months after they've been relevant. I’m sure everyone else had a bunch to say when it came out but here’s my two cents.

The issues just really fall flat to me. Like, I wasn't expecting a two-shot to be a deep dive into Tim's dead-dad trauma or anything, but I do feel like it misses what the core fear/horror that surrounds Jack's death is.

Like, the KT issues posset that what Tim fears the most is failing to save people, with his dad's death being the figurehead of that. That this failure is what makes him unworthy of being Robin. I'm not going to say that isn't true, that reasoning definitely factors into Tim's trauma. But it also just feels basic to me.

Like, 'failing to save a loved one' is one of the most basic superhero tropes at this point. I'd be hard pressed to think of a hero who hasn't failed to save someone they know. It might as well be a rite of passage.

(In fact, here's a panel of Tim thinking as such about his parents in an issue literally called Rites of Passage.)

Also, Tim has already had a 'crisis of faith' arc after failing to save someone with the character of Eldon Adams (Young El). It had a very big impact on Tim and the fallout of that lasted for several issues.

Identity Crisis certainly has its flaws and at times I question the need to kill off Jack in the first place. But, to me anyway, Jack's death is beautifully written and manages to tie his and Tim's decades-long storyline off in an interesting way.

The important point to make about Tim in relation to all this is that he chooses to be Robin. He was never picked, he was never fated, he was not born to do it. Robin is something he actively chooses to be. At first, it's an easy choice to make. Tim reasons that since his parents are off doing their own thing it won’t be an issue if he’s gone all the time. But, as time goes on, Jack starts spending more time at home, wanting to spend more time with Tim. The issue "resolves" in this instance by having Jack's time get taken up when he starts dating Dana Winters. But this tension continues to be a major subplot throughout Tim’s series. Tim and Jack’s already strained relationship is constantly made worse by Robin.

Tim feels guilty that his duty as Robin keeps getting in the way of his relationships. Tim's friends like Ives and Ariana are constantly stood up or brushed aside. Anything that ties Tim to the normal life he used to have is always being balanced against Robin. And for as much as Tim tries to maintain it, for as much as he says his normal life is what keeps him grounded when push comes to shove Tim always ends up choosing Robin.

The thing that makes Jack's death different from all the other parental deaths in the Batfam, and the Identity Crisis did right, is that they made it a direct consequence of Tim choosing to be Robin. Bruce's parents were killed at random. Dick's were targeted in a situation outside of his control. Jason's mother was killed for her involvement with the Joker, which started before he even met her (and his dad with Two-Face).

Jack was killed because his son was Robin. In Identity Crisis, Jean Loring targets the family members of heroes. She never would have hired Captain Boomerang to kill Jack if Tim wasn't Robin.

(Obviously, none of this is to minimize any of these characters' pain or to say one is worse than another.)

The added twist of the knife is that Tim had been spending that week with Jack instead of helping everyone find the killer. It's the one night that Tim chooses to go out as Robin again that Jack is killed. If Tim had stayed just one more night, even just one more hour, he could have saved his dad. And Jack lets him go because he knows how important Robin is to Tim.

This is more of an aside, I love this sequence of Tim ripping off his Robin uniform. Like obviously the intention is that Tim can't be seen wearing it when the police arrive. But the subtext to me reads that Tim is ripping Robin off, this thing that's come between them at every moment. Tim, before he even knows if Jack is alive or dead, doesn't want Robin to come between them anymore.

And Jack's death is something of a 'point of no return' for Tim. Before this, many of the people who know Tim is Robin have pointed out that he could always return to a normal life if he wanted to. Tim himself believes that he'll probably retire being Robin at some point. (I have my own thoughts that aren't relevant here about how that's more about him being practical as opposed to his genuine wish for his future, but I digress.) But after this, Tim is locked into the vigilante life. There's nothing normal he could return to. If he can’t be good at this, then what was the point?

KT Robin just feels uninspired. It doesn't try to extract what makes Jack's death unique or interesting. It just picks the most surface-level takeaway you could have from it. Like, it's not just about being not good enough for the job. It's losing everything because you chose to do this job and you still don't know if you're good enough to do it.

#sephs comic reading tag #tim drake #jack drake #my 'in order' reading list has me around the start of Cataclysm right now #and it's been a few months since I've read Id Crisis so forgive me if I'm misremembering anything

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book-place · 1 year

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Silent Night

Warnings: insecurities, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x reader platonic

Request: Omg I have another request: batfam x reader (obviously) who is super calm and select mute due to them having a super deep voice they are insecure about. They all gathered up on christmas day to open their presents (you where invited due to u being close to them). You were all joking around until Tim said "btw, yn, when will u ever speak to us with ur actual voice?" The room went silent as everyone looked over at you, some giving Tim a death glare. "Right now"- they were all kinda surprised when you out loud as your deep voice echoed across the room.This is a pretty short one, and I'm sorry if it didn't make much sense lol

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: During a small Christmas get together, you were asked an unexpected question

A/N: Welcome to day 2 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration :D

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

The smell of Alfred’s cookies floated around the room, hanging over it like a warm blanket that brought nothing but comfort.

Everyone sat around the tree, lounging either on the floor or on the various different kinds of furniture, opening up gifts and exchanging laughs.

You sat with your back up against the coffee table with a large smile on your face, surrounded by the gifts your friends had gotten you and watching as they opened their own.

You had met Damian in school about a year ago, him originally taking a liking to you because you were more of a loner than a social person, like him, because you were selectively mute due to your insecurities about your deep voice.

Once he befriended you, you were able to come out of your shell more. Not just with him, but with his family he introduced you to as well.

The beloved butler floated into the room, a tray of his famous cookies in hand, and began passing them out to everybody.

You gave him a nod of thanks, gaining Tim’s attention.

“So, Y/n,” He started, “When are you going to use your voice around us?”

He was just teasing you, and you knew that, but your eyes widened slightly at his words anyway.

“Tim!” Bruce scolded as he and Damian shook their heads at the boy.

Jason, who was sitting by him, rolled his eyes and slapped his younger brother upside the head.

A slight glare formed on your face as you took his words as a challenge, “Right now.” You said, deep voice seeming to bounce off the walls.

It was silent for a moment, everyone taking in the fact that you had actually just spoken, before everyone went back to their previous activities, acting as if it was casual, which you greatly appreciated.

Tim shrugged, giving you a small smile, “Cool.”

Bruce and Alfred also gave you smiles from across the room before turning back to their cookies in hand.

“Yo, Y/n!” Jason called from across the room tossing you your gift he had gotten you, “Merry Christmas.”

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things

(Sorry for the late tag, I knew I was forgetting something 😭)

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noahideahwrites · 9 months

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About the alpha — Multifandom

Notes: This is in no way, shape, or form how you have to imagine their meetings or who they are in my writings, I always try to keep these vague, but in case you want to know how I think their story and meeting with the omegas would go.

I will do Inuyasha's characters separately, cause I think of so many ways they could meet each other, and that's to all of the characters.

Warnings: might have grammar errors, heavy spoilers on HTTYD, and mild on Voltron (principally Shiro's and Lotor's)

Now I must explain this first, when I make a Character x Reader I don't normally include the other characters having an Alpha(Reader), so if in certain scenarios where they would be the "same person" just think of two different universes.

I'm also aware that some of these might change significantly or completely the plotline of their anime/series.

» Voltron:

For Keith and Lance, I imagine the alpha being an Altean who was with Coran and Allura, more specifically Allura's older brother (by a maximum of 5 years).

For Hunk the alpha is another race of aliens, I cannot choose between Galra and Olkari, so maybe a hybrid of both. I just know I would love for his alpha to be a Blade of Marmora member.

For Shiro is a lot more simple, they would be a human, either part of the Atlas crew or a civilian he met after the war. If he met them before the Cerberus mission (like Adam), I do think Alpha would also go to the mission.

Now for Lotor is more complicated, I would love for him to have a childhood friend with who he fell in love in the future, but for that to happen they would have to be Galra and I don't know if he would fall in love with a Galra considering what he said about them on his close to last moments. So he might fall in love before his hatred started, that's the only way this could ever work.

» Stardew Valley:

Obviously, for both Sam and Sebastian, the alpha would be the new farmer, but I think the way they would meet is different.

While Sam has seen the farmer around town and pretty early on have talked to them and become friends, that's a little more difficult for Sebastian, who spends most of his days inside his room.

So the farmer will have heard of him by Sam and Robin, maybe even Abigail and Maru, but has never seen him. The first time they see each other is on a rainy day when Sebastian decides to go to the beach.

» How To Train Your Dragon:

Hiccup and Snotlout would only date someone who's from Berk, preferably a fellow Dragon Rider. For Dagur we have two ways, either alpha was a dragon hunter and redeem themselves with Dagur, or they're a Defender of the Wing member who worked close to the Dragon Riders on some missions (I love Dagur and Mala as a couple, even though it was kind of rushed).

For Viggo, he would only date a Dragon Hunter, but they would've only become one because of him, they wouldn't feel pleasure in killing or slaving dragons. When he went to hide after falling into the volcano, he would have made his alpha hide with him, and on his redeem, they both would die.

» Boku no Hero:

For all three of them (Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima), their alpha is in the hero support class and they're the ones responsible for their omega's hero suit. Or they're at a maximum a civilian, I cannot see them dating another hero, I don't know why.

» Nanbaka:

These are quite simple also, for Musashi and Liang alpha would have to be an inmate, but not for a serious crime like murder, maybe they're in for robbery (for survival) or for escaping arrest/prison.

For Hajime, they would either be a civilian who visits him from time to time, or another guard as long as their relationship doesn't affect their work.

Enki depends on the time, if they met when he was a guard then they would have to be a guard, but if they met when he became an inmate, then they would also have to be an inmate.

#x reader #x male reader #x gn reader #hcideah #alpha!reader #nanbaka #httyd #voltron #bnha #stardew valley

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schrijverr · 1 year

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Robin's Friend Steve

When Robin comes back from summer break in ‘85, she keeps talking about her friend Steve. At first Casey doesn’t believe her, however, over time she observes the strange duo, who are attached at the hip.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: some of the girls are mean, like behind Robin's back

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Casey has never been friends with Robin, no one really has. She’s too loud and talks too much and is just weird overall. There’s nothing wrong with her per se, she just doesn’t fit in. There is something different about her.

However the two have been in band together since middle school and are friendly in the halls. And sometimes she even sits with Casey’s group during lunch.

Robin is nice, everyone gets along with Robin, she just doesn’t tend to stick.

Honestly, Casey feels kind of bad for her, but she is awkward during sleep over games and can never gossip along, preferring to talk about her book than the cute boys in their school.

That is all to say that it is very weird when Robin joins them again for lunch, first day back senior year, and seems different in an unknown way. None of them can place a finger on it. It’s Jessica, who opens her mouth first asking: “Did you have a good summer, Robin?”

“Yeah,” Robin grins, oblivious to the stares send her ways. “I spend most of it with Steve, worked as an ice cream scooper together. It was fun, besides the whole mall burning down thing. He’s my schmuck, my dingus, you know. We watch movies together. He dropped me off at school this morning.”

“Steve?” Jessica asks, obviously as intrigued as Casey about this boy, the first one Robin has ever mentioned.

“He’s a bit of a goof, but he makes up for it,” Robin informs them happily and obliviously. “He doesn’t go here anymore, though.”

That makes a lot more sense to Casey, a stab of pitying sympathy going through her, Robin has made up a friend – a boyfriend maybe even – to fit in. There are a lot of boys named Steve who graduate each year, so it’s vague enough. It’s honestly a miracle she didn’t say he went to a different school and she met him on holiday.

More people seem to connect the same dots Casey has, because they smile at her awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Luckily Amy changes the topic, before it can get too awkward. She says: “You worked at the mall? Were you there when it burned down?”

It’s definitely more interesting than Robin’s made up friend, so they all lean in curiously. Everyone has heard of the tragedy, the rumors still churning the mills endlessly even if it has been almost two months ago. To hear a first hand account would make them a big player in the talks about it.

However, Robin stills, hunching into herself, before she swallows her bite. All the goofy playfulness is gone from her face and she nods: “Yeah, I was there.”

“What was it like?” Casey finds herself asking, practically holding her breath with the excitement at the admission.

“A lot more yelling than you’d expect,” Robin says tersely. “It was horrible.” At that she looks up, her face look a little haunted, making all of them wince back, unable to meet those eyes.

Robin takes a deep breath, then gets up and goes to sit at another a table. It houses the people who run the Hawkins High newspaper, but Robin doesn’t interact with any of them, except giving a small nod to Nancy Wheeler, before focusing on her meal.

The message is received by those in the band: Robin does not want to talk about the mall fire. She will actively walk away if you ask, as if it had been terrible, which does nothing to quell the rumors it brings with it.

Another weird facet to Robin Buckley.

Still, the first part of the conversation would likely have been forgotten due to the weirdness of the second part, were it not for the fact that Robin keeps mentioning her new friend, Steve. She brings him up whenever she can and it’s like they’ve moved in together with how much she knows about him and talks with and about him. If he’s even real that is.

Casey honestly doesn’t believe he is for a while. No one talks this much to one person. It’s weird to never spend time with anyone else. Even Jessica, who is now dating Micheal spends more time with other people.

“She makes up everything he says to fit in,” Jessica rolls her eyes when Casey expresses this. “She wants to have someone to mention like we do, but she doesn’t. She can know all those things about him, because she is the one coming up with it.”

“That’s kind of sad,” Amy comments. “I would rather just be alone than do such a thing.”

“I mean, I guess,” Casey says, she thought that too at first, but- “It’s just- She’s so consistent, you know? It always matches up.”

“God, do you think she has a notebook?” Amy giggles, Jessica joins in and that is the end of that conversation.

However, next band practice it happens again. They’re discussing The Breakfast Club and Robin interjects: “I liked Allison the best, but Steve liked Bender the best, which doesn’t even make sense, because he’s such a jock,” she wrinkles her nose. “I thought he would find solace in Andrew. He did, but he likes Bender better.”

And Casey can’t help, but think it’s weird Robin made up a person with such different hobbies to hers. She would think Robin would claim to have found someone like her, but instead she never seems to agree with his movie opinions or jocky-ness.

“What sports does Steve play?” Casey asks Robin, which gets her a few looks and some giggles, they probably think she is about to call Robin out on her made up friend, but she is genuinely curious what sort of person might befriend Robin.

“Well, he doesn’t do sport anymore, he graduated,” Robin starts. “But I think he still goes running, which is like insane. What kind of person even likes running? You get all sweaty. But I think he was on, like, every sports team before. He loves sports. He tries to explain, but I can never get it, you know? I only know basketball and swimming for sure, but it wouldn't surprise me if it was more, the jock.” She fake shudders with a grin.

“Of course,” Casey smiles, the gesture feeling awkward and fake, though Robin doesn’t seem to notice. A guy who did every sport, yeah, right.

“Truly, it’s horrible,” Robin continues on, oblivious. “He tells me the scores of the game each morning. I guess it’s fair, because he watches my art house movies. He claims that they are at least, most of them are just classics and he’s uncultured. I mean, I love him to bits, but who hasn’t seen Citizen Kane?”

Casey herself hasn’t seen Citizen Kane either and wants to avoid getting a detailed explanation about it, so she cuts Robin off. She asks: “Why are you friends with this Steve if you have nothing in common?”

Robin pauses and looks at her like she is the crazy one, as if she suddenly has two heads. She answers: “Because he’s great,” like that is obvious information.

“Oh my god,” Jessica exclaims gleefully, suddenly interested in the conversation. “Robin, do you like Steve?”

If she’s honest, Robin kind of looks like she has never considered the possibility, however before Casey can be sure, the look is gone, replaced by a blush. “I- I mean, he is attractive,” she stutters and Casey can barely believe it.

Some rumors are going around about Robin and why she might never talk about a boy, but here she is, blushing about a boy.

It doesn’t occur to Casey that Robin might be embarrassed by the question, flushing under the sudden attention. She doesn’t think that Robin is stuttering, because she has to find an answer to protect herself, mentally bracing herself for the minefield she found herself in without warning.

“Tell me more,” Jessica demands.

“His, uhm- His hair is floppy and nice,” Robin starts, everyone oblivious that she is thinking off what all the girls said when Steve was in the back room when they worked at Scoops Ahoy. “And he’s nice.”

Casey almost can’t believe her ears as she pounces on the topic with Amy and Jessica, sadly interrupted by the teacher, who cuts the conversation short, before they can truly get into it. Robin slinking away.

After that, she avoids them, however the curiosity of Casey and the others has been sparked and they discuss it later.

“This makes so much sense,” Jessica exclaims. “She didn’t make him up, but she isn’t friends with this guy! She just imagines she is, because she likes him.”

“Which Steve do you think it is?” Casey wonders, able to picture what Jessica is sketching, feeling bad for Robin.

“Oh my god, do you think it’s Steve Harrington,” Amy exclaims. “I think my sister said he works at Family Video now, doesn’t Robin work there too?”

“He totally does,” Jessica agrees, looking like someone gave her a goldmine. “I can’t believe Buckley has a crush on king Steve.”

“She did seem obsessed with him, remember, when they shared Mrs. Click’s class,” Casey brings up, having also been in that class.

“Exactly,” Jessica agrees, excitedly.

“That’s so sad,” Amy says, not sounding like she pities Robin much. “That she makes up that he is friends with her.”

Casey feels a little uncomfortable at the comment, it sounds a bit too mean. Especially when Jessica adds: “Yeah, at that point go all in and say you’re dating.”

“Maybe she’s friendly with him, if they work together,” Casey says. “She might have exaggerated a bit, but it’s not too out there.”

“Come on, Casey,” Amy rolls her eyes. “She claims he drives her to school every morning. You don’t believe that, do you?”

“I guess not,” Casey says, not wanting to be excluded from their group. She is a band nerd, she knows to be happy with the friends she has, okay.

However, the next morning, before band practice, they all linger outside, instead of waiting inside with the rest. Robin is hardly ever late, so they don’t really worry. They’re just curious why Robin thinks she can keep up the lie when anyone can just check in the morning.

The car that rolls up is quite obviously not Steve Harrington’s. It’s a bit beat up and behind the wheel is an older man with glasses. Robin says goodbye to the man, stumbling out.

As to not look conspicuous, Jessica light a cigarette and waits until Robin is nearby, before she says: “I didn’t know your dad’s name is Steve, Robin.”

Casey cringes at the faux-sweet tone that Robin doesn’t pick up. Her heart plummeting when she replies: “It isn’t, his name is Frank. Truly an old man name in my opinion, like, who names their kid Frank, honestly. Steve was busy,” without seeing the trap.

“Really?” Jessica asks, faking interest. “What was he doing?”

“Oh,” Robin says surprised and shifts her eyes away. She shrugs: “I don’t know, I don’t live in his pocket, you know.”

The whole thing feels like a lie, because it is. Robin knows exactly where Steve is. His parents are home, so he has to play house with them. He hates it and she isn’t about to tell some random people that, there’s a besties code. Plus, she doesn’t want to fake a crush on Steve. Iew.

Of course, Casey doesn’t know this and winces, knowing what sort of rumors will be circulating about Robin by the time lunch period arrives.

“Just thought you would,” Jessica shrugs, like she actually was and stubs the cigarette. “Walk to practice together?”

“Sure,” Robin smiles, seemingly relieved the conversation is over and not seeing the look Amy and Jessica share. Casey keeps her eyes on the ground, not wanting to be in on the look. Robin seems a lot nicer than her own friends.

Indeed, rumors circulate about Robin. About how she’s making up being friends with Steve Harrington, like a sad weirdo.

And Robin remains painfully oblivious. She still talks about Steve daily, brings him up at practice or during lunch. Sometimes however, she falter as she does, glancing around. It makes Casey feel like she does know that she isn’t believed. In those moments, she can’t look Robin in her eyes, guilt eating at her.

It feels a bit like passive aggressive warfare. Robin’s ability to bring Steve into every conversation she has vs. the ability of the other to not snap that she should stop lying. Tensions that are rising and bound to break.

However, before they can, the impossible happens.

It’s an after school practice and Robin is doing that thing she does when she’s anxious when she’s unable to stand still. Casey notes she doesn’t have her trumpet with her.

“Where is your trumpet?” Vickie asks. Casey doesn’t really talk to Vickie, but she seems nice enough and her words stop Robin’s nervous fiddling, which Casey is grateful for. It can be really distracting.

“I, uh- I forgot it,” Robin squeaks.

Vickie frowns for a second, then smiles, putting an arm on her shoulder as she says: “I’m sure there is a spare. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, uhm, thank you,” Robin stutters, now blushing. She must be embarrassed at being called out like that, Casey thinks. Then Robin finds her footing again: “That is really nice, but it’s fine. Well, it’s not fine that I forgot, because I need it, so that sucks. I’m always forgetting stuff when I shouldn’t and it’s annoying, so I know it’s not fine. Sorry, what I’m trying to say, it’s- I called Steve, he’s bringing it over.”

Silence.

Now, it is up to Vickie, whether she will go along with it, or tell Robin that she can’t rely on her imaginary friend to bring her stuff. Casey thinks Vickie will go along with it, never one to believe rumors. However that still leaves everyone in proxy, who heard.

Before anyone can make a decision, a different voice calls out: “Oi, Robbie, come get your flute thingy.”

Robin’s head whips around, big smile on her face, though she complains: “It’s not a flute thingy, dingus, you know that. It’s a trumpet. A glorious instrument that should be honored by all-”

“Yeah, yeah.” She is cut off, at the door stands none other than Steve Harrington. His hair is perfectly coiffed and his muscles bulge under his polo. He waves Robin’s rambling away, but he’s giving her an equally big grin. “If it’s such a glorious instrument, you shouldn’t leave it in my car like you do with all your other shit.”

Casey honestly can’t quite believe it. No one there can. It is actual king Steve, who took time out of his day to bring Robin her trumpet. The trumpet she left in his car. She hasn’t been lying. Robin Buckley is friends with Steve Harrington.

“You love all my shit. Besides, it’s not that bad,” Robin argues, taking the trumpet and pulling Steve into a hug.

“Yes, it is that bad,” Steve protests as he hugs Robin back, head resting on hers. “I don’t even know why you own that many hair ties, you don’t even have hair.”

Offended Robin pulls back and says: “I have hair, you’ve braided it. Just because I’m not like you, Mr. Hair, doesn’t mean you can insult my locks.”

In turn Steve sticks out his tongue and they continue to bicker. The rest of band just watches the duo, unsure of what to think. Ever since that first hug, they haven’t let go of each other, arms looped around waists even as they argue about Robin’s hair tie habits and Steve’s nickpicky-ness surrounding his car.

They look comfortable, so intertwined together, Casey thinks. However, she isn’t reminded of Jessica, who is often disgustingly wrapped up in Micheal, instead she is more reminded of her two baby cousins. Twins. They never leave each other alone. Robin and Steve look like them as they talk.

The duo is cut off by the teacher, who comes in and calls out: “Everyone get ready. Yes, that includes you, Buckley. Say bye to your boyfriend.”

Steve and Robin share a look, before they burst into giggles. Steve plants a kiss on Robin’s forehead, Robin leaves one on his cheek. Then she’s walking back to her spot, though she keeps hold of Steve’s hand until he is too far to keep a hold off. They keep waving until the door is closed and Steve leaves, practice beginning.

After that, different rumors pop up. These spread further than band, being deemed more juicy than a delusional girl.

Because that girl isn’t delusional. She is friends with Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, even if he lost that throne to Billy in the end. Steve has befriended someone, who no one would have ever thought. Of course people want to know.

Amy and Jessica enjoy the attention, however, Casey feels uncomfortable. They hadn’t believed Robin and now they were talking about her and what she told them like they always had. Just to be popular.

Casey doesn’t want to be an outcast, she wants to fit in and have an okay high school experience before she can get out of Hawkins and move to college. Amy and Jessica have always been her friends and she doesn’t want to give that up.

However, she finds herself sitting with Vickie during lunch more and more often as her friends parade around the tables with the more popular kids.

Robin has taken to sitting with Nancy during lunch. The friendship stirring more rumors, since Nancy is Steve’s ex and Robin is either Steve’s girlfriend or illicit sibling if you want to believe what people say.

Not only that, but it seems that with the conformation, Casey sees the duo everywhere.

She is out to buy some ice cream, the last of the nice days of the year and there is Steve, Robin hanging off him as a little black girl who’s with them says: “You made a deal, sailor. I want four scoops.”

“You never finish four scoops,” Steve protests. “Plus, all that sugar is horrible for your teeth, your mom will kill me. You can have two. I’m serious, Erica.”

Erica turns to Robin, lifting an eyebrow as she asks: “Do you know something about honoring of contracts or do you need me to pull out the constitution?”

“I don’t know, do you want me to explain to him that contracts with minors aren’t upheld by most courts?” Robin counters. “Just let him pay for the two.”

“Fine,” Erica says after a moment, throwing up her hands.

“Thanks, Rob,” Steve tells her, nuzzling his face into her neck.

“Course, dingus,” Robin smiles back, ruffling his hair, a thing that seems illegal to Casey. Though the whole interaction in front of her already seems like something from another dimension.

Casey also spots Robin getting out of the very recognizable car that Steve owns at the drop off each morning. Sometimes they’re joined by a Freshman, but often it is just the two of them. Whenever she goes, she gives Steve this big hug that he returns, the two of them clinging to each other as if they’re afraid to let go.

And every time Casey sees them, they look happy. They have lively conversations, hold hands, give each other big grins.

At some point Casey sees them walk on a cold day. Robin is inside Steve’s coat, the two of them sharing it as they awkwardly hobble along. She hears Robin loudly say: “This sucks. It’s almost as cold as that bunker.”

“That wasn’t this bad, you just don’t know how to dress for the weather,” Steve protests.

“I do, the weatherman just lied to me,” Robin pouts. Whatever Steve replies to that is lost as the distance between the duo and Casey grows bigger.

If Casey is honest, she is quite jealous of the easy friendship the two seem to share. Amy and Jessica always make Casey feel like there are wrong answers or if she can do the wrong thing and be dropped. Steve and Robin seem to just like each other, even if they disagree on things. Though, Casey suspects they just like debating over random things.

She wonders what it is like to have a friend like that, but she doesn’t dare approach Robin. A part of her still wants to get out of high school semi-normally and befriending Robin is counterproductive in that. So, she just watches from the sidelines.

They go together to homecoming, both in suits and dancing like idiots. Neither of them seem to care about the stares, wrapped up in their own worlds.

Robin briefly shows up to a Halloween party, has one drink, then disappears into a toilet. Steve later shows up, uninvited and picks her up. She looks shaken and clings to him as he soothes her. Casey wonders what happened, but doesn’t dare to ask. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have been told about a bunker under the ground and cold needles.

Over winter break, they’re everywhere together as well, even if they’re not working. Casey is reminded of what she thought when Robin was lying, about how they must have moved in together with how much she seems to know about him. Looking at them sharing a scarf that doesn’t seem so far fetched.

Of course after winter break, school truly takes off. They’re all drowning in acceptance essays, mock exams and stress. No one is immune.

Casey looses sight of Robin and Steve, the odd duo not important enough for her as she tries to get into a good college with her grades.

Amy and Jessica barely hang out with her anymore. She stopped seeking them out a while ago and they haven’t cared to reach out to her again. It’s a bit lonely, she’ll admit, but she can use the time to study and do volunteer work that’ll look good on her college applications. Besides, she has been feeling better about herself without her old friends.

1986 is shaping up to be a pretty good year with the Hawkin’s Tigers going to the championships for the first time in years. This obviously means that band is there as well for the prep rally. Casey isn’t in the same section as Robin, but she’s close enough.

She isn’t sure if she should be surprised that Steve is also there and the two manage to make jokes through the National Anthem. However, she can’t help but note that Steve keeps ignoring his date to make faces at Robin. How he seems to have changed from when he was in school.

They have become part of her scenery over the past half year, she realizes. The duo has been popping up everywhere and she quite likes observing their weirdly close antics. When asked if they were dating, Robin denied it and she looked genuine. Casey believes her, unable to shake the twins from her mind when she looks at them.

A part of her wonders what made the two so close after the summer, when before then they had seemingly never interacted. Another part of her is resigned to it remaining a mystery, the odd duo continuing to be odd to the end.

However, they are blasted out of her mind when the news of Chrissy’s death hits the news. The whole town is on edge, looking for the unfamiliar. If Casey would have thought about Steve and Robin, she only would have noticed that the two seemed to have disappeared from the streets, likely in hiding as so many other that were afraid.

Casey herself is very afraid. She kind of looks like Chrissy and while the other two targets were boys, she can’t help but fear he has a type. That she’ll be a target.

It is almost funny how quickly worrying about a murderer can be overshadowed by something bigger. Way bigger. Hawkins splitting open kind of bigger.

She is lucky that her house has survived. Still, her parents are taking her a few towns over to where her grandma lives, hoping to let Casey graduate there on time, since Hawkins High now functions as shelter. They’re not yet selling the house, it’s worth less that its mortgage now and both her mother and father hope to return. Both grew up there and both wish to stay.

Right now Casey is delivering some stuff to the shelter, everyone wants to help those less fortunate after the earthquake and her mother has been planning on doing a deep clean anyway. All the clothes Casey has outgrown can be used by someone else.

And it is not until she is on her way to bring the clothes to the folding table that she remembers the duo, because Steve is folding clothes.

The moment she sees him – she knows Robin must be okay too, a stab of guilt for not worrying about her earlier going through her – because there is no way Steve could look like that if Robin had been hurt. Not even if the world got flipped upside down. Those are a package deal.

Indeed as she gets closer, she spots Robin at a table with Vickie, the two of them laughing as they make sandwiches. They look happy despite it all and Casey feels a little bit of jealousy in her bones as she watches.

Casey has never been friends with Robin, but when she sees the people she has befriended, she wishes she had. Robin loves them loudly and wholly and that seems like a nice thing to have, people who care. It’s different than what Casey knows.

She stays a few minutes, sees Vickie say goodbye, before Robin makes big eyes at Steve and runs to him, jumping on his back. Steve catches her like this is routine, swinging her around, before setting her down.

There’s a lot of tragedy in this town, but they have found happiness in the other.

A/N:

I hate all the girls I made up so much!!! It was so hard to write them, bc I keep wanting to fight them ://// (I couldn’t keep writing this and have Casey be too mean, lmao, I had to make her a little bit nicer to not throw this out omg)

Also Robin is at that intersection where she doesn’t notice the indirect digs at her, but she knows that she is being excluded in some way and sometimes she chooses to ignore it, trust me, she’s aware :(

But I hope this came across well enough with the outsiders POV! Steve and Robin are besties, always together and a little odd and I love that for them <3

#rr writing #tw: bullying #robin buckley #steve harrington #steve and robin #platonic stobin #theyre besties #OCs #st post season 3 #stranger things fic #stranger things #vickie stranger things

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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39 w/ Robin Buckley please 😊

a/n: yayay my first robin request for this event!! Ty for requesting and I hope you enjoy :)

word count: 600+

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39. "Hey, your feelings are not stupid."

You sat anxiously at the Family Video counter. Waiting for Robins shift to be up. Picking at the flaking paint, you watched as your girlfriend leaned across the counter to assess another girl.

She was pretty. Perfectly clear skin, with not a frizzy piece of hair in sight, and flawless make up.

Jacey was her name, you were pretty sure.

Jacey passed a movie box over to Robin, twirling a strand of hair in her fingers and saying something you couldn't hear.

Your face scrunched up lightly. Negative thoughts swarming through your head as a sour expression took hold of your features.

Jacey bit her lip lightly, taking in every word Robin said to the very core and nodding along.

Huffing to yourself, you turned your attention elsewhere. Watching Steve fail to ask another bimbo on a date was much more amusing than watching your own lover get flirted with. The overused line,

"Maybe we can meet up sometime this week. If you're free that is," passing through his lips as a tiny smile grew at the corner of your lips. However it instantly dropped when the high pitched voice of Jacey shoved its way into your ears.

"Thanks so much, Robin. See you next week."

She gave a light wave wich Robin returned as she took her sickly sweetness and left. Robin turned to you, chuckling to herself.

"She's like a literal ball of rainbows. It makes me want to barf," she joked. When she didn't receive a reaction Robin took a closer look at your expression. Noting how your brows had that crease you always get when something was bothering you. *Hey what's up?" She asked in a softer tone. You peered at her through your slightly squinted eyes. Shaking your head you dismissed her question.

"It's nothing, it's stupid really." Robin moved closer to you. Grabbing your hand which was placed on the counter and taking it in hers.

"Hey, your feelings are not stupid," she stated. "If somethings making you upset you can talk to me about it. Whatever it is, I'll try to help." You bit your lip at she heartfelt words. Feeling guilty for the fact you even grew jealous in the first place.

"It's just…" you tried to find the right words as Robin waited patiently. "It's just Jacey seems a little too sweet when she's talking to you. With Steve she's nice sure, but when it comes to you she gets all batty eyed and does this little hair twirl thing. She obviously thinks about you differently in some way than other people for the amount of times I've seen her switch up when you come around," you rambled. "And she's just so pretty and has this flawless look to her and I'm not like that. She looks so much more better than I do and I know I look good but I just know she looks better. And I just can't stop myself from feeling jealous." Once you finished your speech you searched Robins features, uneasily. She squeezed you hand reassuringly.

"You have nothing to worry about, Y/n. Jacey is just a daily that comes in all the time. She's a film fanatic and has been coming here even before Steve and I got our jobs. I don't know if what your claiming is true or not about the eyes or whatever but it doesn't matter cause I have my eyes on you. Only you. And you, my girl, are the prettiest, most beautiful, amazing person I've met. So even if Jacey was interested, I am not," Robin assured you. A light smile grew on your features.

"You promise?" She held her pinky out.

"Ofcourse. I promise I'll always tell you the truth, but only if you promis to tell me when somethings bothering you. None of that "it's stupid' bullshit, 'kay?" You nodded, lacing your fingers through hers.

"I promise."

"I promise too." She kissed your cheek quickly and went back to helping people at the counter. Leaving you with a no longer sour expression, a smile taking it's place.

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BATKIDS FROM A STRANGERS PERSPECTIVE

Dick Grayson: From the eyes of a stranger, Dick Grayson looks troubled. He is of course very handsome, but that’s not what they focus on when they get a closer look. He doesn’t have eyebags per se, but dark lines that make him look angry. That’s why most people hesitate interacting first, but then call themselves an idiot for misjudging -obviously- a very kind man. Although it wouldn’t be far off saying he is a troubled man. It wouldn’t be shocking to say that once you get to know about his life. Maybe then they’d understand how unfair life has been to him. What he sacrificed, things he willingly let go just for the sake of people he never met. He covers his scars well. Both the physical and mental ones. Dick Grayson didn’t deserve to go through this much pain and loss, yet there is nothing to do. He will continue on this path of self-destruction, and one day will be consumed by it. But ‘till then, he’ll get up and continue fighting. Dick Grayson is hope but sometimes even he knows better not to wish for it. The death of his parents was not the start of it however. It was responsibility. Responsibility of Batman and Robin, of his siblings and friends, of the death of his loved ones. Them dying and coming back. Again and again. Until it becomes meaningless. How most people including himself coming back but not his parents. As if everthing was some kind of a sick joke. Dick Grayson feels as if fury and hatred are what he truly is. The happy is anger, so is the excitement and the sadness and the grief. And he can feel himself fade quicker by the second. He’s worried. He’s worried for himself and wishes that someone will see it before he’ll need to say it out loud.

Jason Todd: From the eyes of a stranger, Jason Todd looks peaceful. His eyes soft and skimming the pages of a book you can’t see the title of. Jason Todd looks as if he achieved everything he ever hoped of in life. Normally a man of his size and height would make people change sidewalks and lanes. But somehow he’s different. He looks like the most gentle person you’ve ever met. And it is true, that Jason Todd is gentle. But he’s also scarred. He’s disturbed, anxious, insecure and scared. Jason Todd is scared, scared of life. Of it being happy. He’ll look content but he knows something’s wrong with him. Inside of him there is a monster crawling and begging to get out. Jason Todd is scared of himself. He’ll never be content and enough and full. There will always be something he wanted to have but couldn’t. Time. Jason Todd lost his time a long ago. He’ll never get to be a kid again, he’ll never get to go to school and stress over the homework due the day after. It’s too late and soon he’ll be dead again. He’s getting old but Gotham is becoming crazier. One day he’ll slip and make a mistake and it’ll cost him his life. He won’t come back again. He’s not sure he wants to really. Jason Todd wants to go back to the bright lights of heaven and the tickling feeling of the clouds. He remembers Heaven. And every morning when he wakes up he desires it. Sometimes he closes his eyes and pretends that nothing is real and he’s just another soul looking down onto the mess that is life. Jason Todd doesn’t crave life because it’s chaos. Jason Todd craves death, because it’s the tranquility he barely got to feel.

Tim Drake: From a stranger’s perspective, Tim Drake looks tired. Which isn’t far off of the truth. Yes, he’s tired. But it wouldn’t be fair to generalise it like that. Tim Drake is tired of life, of loss, of work, of duty, of promises, of his family. Of himself. He knows this really, but he’ll never admit it out loud. Not when he’s not yet enough. Never enough. Tim Drake has his hair up to his shoulders that swish side to side from even a slight breeze. He has thin hair. The stress makes it thinner and it fall of in clumps. He always has a small frown on his lips, from not being content with anything. Nothing is perfect. And there’s no one better than Tim Drake to see the flaws. No answer is ever good enough. But no, not for him, but his world. His family. He’ll never rest until he finds the right answer. An answer worthy of his family. Tim Drake cares nothing more than his family. Not even himself. That’s the reason why he looks so tired. The world is filled with endless questions with multiple answers. Maybe that’s why he’s such a good detective. Tim Drake looks cold and calculative, with questionable beahaviour, but they don’t understand him. They never will. He’s obsessed with answers and he just can’t stop. Everything in life is a question born from an answer. That’s why it’s endless. His family worries that one day the answers will swallow him up and he’ll become but a shell of his former self. Tim Drake can’t understand. And it’s slowly becoming unbareable. Tim Drake is a self-detonating bomb and he doesn’t know which cable to cut. Red, Blue, Green? Yet another set of questions.

Damian Wayne: From a stranger’s perspective, Damian Wayne looks bored. He looks bored of life, and the people around him. As if one day he’ll wake up and decide to leave. Damian Wayne’s supposed to be a child, he looks joyless. His eyes dead, yet there is this tick on the corner of his lips. You can’t see it from far but it’s there. A slight lift of lips, so ill matched with the rest of his face. Almost amused. It looks arrogant and inconsiderate. You can’t really make assumptions based on his physical self. Not even his family seem to fully understand him. Some think that he finally changed from his previous ways, some say he’s the same as he was but just learned how to act better. You wouldn’t know Damian Wayne even if you were his friend for years. Even if you were born next to him. The only one who knows the real him, is himself. Does he enjoy the murders, or is he repulsed by it? What does he really think of his family? Is every move he does is carefully calculated to get the result he wishes? Or he just doesn’t know how to socialize and is actually anxious? Questions, questions, questions. So many questions yet no answers. Maybe that’s why him and Tim Drake don’t get along. Who knows, really? Damian Wayne is fearless and that’s why he’s so bored. He was stabbed, burned, shot at, bruised, broken, and killed. And then there was Hell. Then another death. Then a third one. The fourth and fifth were barely days apart. First and Second was murder. Third was himself (and Hell). Fourth and Fifth were the ones he seeked for (they were statements). Every single one one them changed him so much that it was better to just smile and let them take. Little did they know, Damian Wayne had nothing left to give.

#batfamily #batfamily headcanons #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #tw mention of death #tw sucidal ideation #tw mentions of trauma #tw mentions of abuse #my hc

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shattered

two: unopened letters

chapter summary: Kate goes through her mail while Steve goes on a date.

chapter warnings: language, sad break up stuff

word count: 2.3k

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THAT NIGHT, WHENEVER Kate had finally gotten back to her dorm room around ten o'clock, she flopped down onto her bed, not even bothering to take off her dad's jacket she'd still been wearing. She hadn't even realized that her roommate, Debra, was in the room until she laughed. "Long day?"

Kate groaned into her pillow, kicking her shoes off in the middle of the floor and letting them fall onto their cheap rug. "Yeah."

Debra chuckled again, rolling on her side and peering over her lofted bed to take a closer inspection of her roommate. "You have some mail you should probably sort through."

She sighed in response, shaking her head. "No, it's... it's sorted. All from the same person, for the most part."

"Steve again?"

Kate groaned into her pillow. "Yeah."

Steve had been sending her letters since she'd left, but especially since she'd broken up with him. It wasn't like she didn't read them. She had kept every single one of them, putting them in a box underneath her bed after she read them. The letters themselves ranged in content, mostly updating her on his life, maybe sending her a picture of the kids or Robin from time to time. The first two months, they had mostly consisted of how much he loved her, how he wanted her back, begging her to change her mind because he couldn't do it without her. She, however, had pushed him away, and he had moved on from her completely.

Debra shook her head. "I really think you're letting a good one get away, there. He's very obviously still into you."

"Deb, he's literally dating other girls," she replied, unconvinced. "Robin's told me about, like, twelve different girls he's gone out with since the beginning of March, and that's not even since the beginning of the semester."

"Hasn't she also told you that they're all hot, blonde, and have nice boobs? That's literally you, babe."

Kate opened her wardrobe, grabbing one of the beers that she'd hidden behind her jackets and taking a sip. "I don't have nice boobs. I barely even have boobs."

"That's debatable. If you didn't have boobs, you wouldn't have back pain."

She scoffed. "Whatever, i–it doesn't matter. He's dating other girls, doing his normal bullshit, which means he's completely gotten over me by now, and I am completely fine with that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she replied, almost too surely. She was very obviously not completely fine with that. "That's what I want. He... He deserves that much, at least."

Kate really liked Debra. Not only was she kind, but she was extremely blunt and could tell her when she was being ridiculous. She needed someone like that in her life right now. Debra was one of the people who had made sure she hadn't fallen off the edge since she'd gotten to school. Kate had taken on a lot, and she certainly needed someone more carefree than herself to help her out.

That also meant, however, that Debra was an enormous fan of Steve.

Debra had met Steve in person exactly once. He'd helped move Kate in, so naturally, Debra had gotten the chance to meet him too, as she'd already moved in the day before her. Steve, just like he normally did with people, had made a great first impression, and Debra, even though she only met him the one time, was always seeming to root for him, even still.

It wasn't like Kate hated him. She didn't hate him at all. She still loved him, wanted to spend every waking moment with him, but she couldn't. Steve deserved much more than the husk that was Kate Hopper, and that was something that she had accepted a long time ago.

Kate took another sip of her Schlitz, and the landline in their room began to ring. She sighed, reaching over to her desk. "Ah, shit." Once she picked up the phone, she put the can of beer on her desk and started to play with the hair tie on her wrist. "Hello, you've reached Kate Hopper and Debra Martin."

"Hi, Katie."

She smiled, immediately lightening her tone. "Hey, Ellie, how's it going?"

This was the moment Kate lived for. Every Friday night, Kate received a phone call from her sister. It was small, and it was something that shouldn't be considered the highlight of her week, considering it would end up costing Kate at least her weekend tips, but it was a moment of normalcy. A moment of getting to talk to, currently, the brightest figure of her life: her little sister.

El pretty much wrote her every day, the letters coming by a few days after she'd written them. They were seemingly the only thing that made her smile anymore, the only thing that helped her remember why she hadn't given up on living quite yet. Tonight, El was busy telling her how excited she was about her boyfriend Mike coming to Lenora Hills the next morning. Kate wasn't too far behind, and that was something El was excited about, too—Kate hadn't been back to California since she'd gone back to school in January, and she missed her sister. She only had three more days until she'd be with her again.

The calls never lasted long, and Kate didn't mind it too much. El was a busy girl, and she was making friends, doing relatively okay in school—El was happy, and Kate could live with that. It was the only thing that helped her get any type of sleep at night.

Steve couldn't exactly explain what possessed him to want to go on a date at his old high school.

The girl's name tonight was Brenda. She was pretty—pale eyes, blonde curly hair. He hadn't known her in high school. She was just a pretty girl that had walked in during his shift at Family Video a few times, had asked for his help and guidance on picking out a movie. He liked her enough to ask her out at the time, but now that he'd been with her for more than ten minutes, he couldn't quite understand what he'd seen in her in the first place.

"Does it bother you that, like, we might win a championship right after you graduated?" Brenda asked.

Steve helped her up the bleachers next to the marching band, more specifically next to Robin and the rest of the marching band as he spoke. "You know, yeah, yeah, that's an interesting point. Thank you so much for bringing that up, Brenda."

While he was happy for the team, certainly happy for Lucas, he certainly was bitter that they hadn't even been able to qualify for a championship the previous year. At least he got the letterman jacket.

When the band stopped playing, the principal came out, making the gym go silent. "Everyone now please rise for our national anthem." Everyone in the gym stood as he went on. "Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own Tammy Thompson!"

As she came out, Steve didn't know whether to look absolutely thrilled or to start laughing. Robin immediately turned back to him, and he looked to her. They'd both very quickly remembered the conversation that involved the Muppets' version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart." He couldn't believe his Muppet joke was about to come full circle. If only Kate were—

That's when he realized, amidst all the cheering and clapping for Tammy Thompson, that that was what was wrong with Brenda. Just like all the other girls he'd gone on dates with since the beginning of the year, no matter how great they were, none of them had even come close to being Kate Hopper.

Steve had waited on Kate for two months. He thought that by Christmas that she would change her mind about them, hoped that she would take him back. He couldn't remember how many letters he had sent her about loving her still, about wanting her back. Whenever she didn't ever reply to him, he figured he'd finally take the hint. Two months was a long enough time. They hadn't even dated for a year. Realistically, he didn't want to move on from her, not even attempt such a thing, but he knew it was for the best, at least for now. She didn't want to be with him anymore, and he had to respect that. Sitting around and waiting for her was only going to make his feelings worse, and that was something he couldn't do. Every time he went on a date, though, he felt like it could be better. The girl was never right, no matter how funny, kind, or pretty she was. None of them would ever be her, and that was that.

He turned back to Tammy, clapping slowly as she walked out in front of the mic, accepting all of the applause she was getting. Whenever she opened her mouth, she immediately started singing off-key (even though there was no accompaniment), and Steve turned back to Robin.

"Told you," he whispered to her. "Muppet."

"Okay, she does sound like a Muppet," she whispered back, but before he could say anything else, Vickie had heard her, thinking Robin was talking to her. Steve only watched carefully as Robin tried to navigate a conversation with her.

Brenda turned to him, making him turn back to look at her. "Wow. She sounds amazing, doesn't she?"

Steve looked at her, then turned back to Tammy. When she changed keys again, his eyebrows furrowed together—how could someone think that sounded good, never mind amazing?

When the game finally started, he didn't care about the date anymore. He was completely invested in the game in front of him, especially when Lucas got called in as an alternate.

Lucas had started playing basketball for Hawkins High after Steve had mentioned something about it to him. That was why he loved coming to support him—that was one of his boys, and even if he didn't come off the bench, he knew it meant a lot to him for anyone to be there. That was all Steve had wanted, especially in his younger years. The only person that ever showed up was Kate.

That was something he still hadn't gotten over. The year that she had ignored him paled in comparison to this: at least he got to see her back then. He hadn't seen her in two hundred and eight days, and that was something he didn't take lightly. It had been two hundred and eight days since he got to hold her, smell her perfume, hear her voice. He could hardly stand the thought that he probably wouldn't ever see her again. His heart hurt just thinking about it.

Steve found that it was difficult to pay attention to anything else as the game got more intense, especially during the last quarter. He was essentially on his feet the entire time, about to burst with anticipation. He could barely keep his cool when the new basketball captain, Jason Carver, called a timeout.

He remembered Jason from whenever he was on the basketball team before he graduated He wasn't the worst player on the team, but he certainly wasn't the best back whenever Steve had been in high school, not good enough to be captain, for Christ's sake. Steve thought he wasn't much to judge, considering he'd had his ass handed to him multiple times before the end of his senior year in terms of basketball, more specifically by Billy Hargrove, but that wasn't going to stop him from doing so. Lucas had already done more during the game than Jason had, and Lucas hadn't even played the entire time.

Jason took the final shot of the game, the basketball just barely falling out of the hoop. Lucas, however, caught the ball just in time, throwing it into the air toward the hoop at the very last second—if Lucas missed the shot, they lost the game. Steve, as well as everyone else in the gym, watched in agony as the ball teetered around the edge, slamming against the backboard before it went through the basket. He was so thrilled he even gave Brenda a high five.

It was things like this he missed. As he watched the aftermath of the basketball game, he watched as Jason's girlfriend Chrissy Cunningham gave him a kiss on the cheek as they cheered on Lucas. It reminded him all too much of Kate (just like everything else, really), more specifically after his own basketball games or even his swim meets whenever they were still in high school. He could still perfectly envision her smile, the way she would give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, ignoring the sweat and or water that would have completely covered him. She would tell him how proud she was of him, even if he didn't need to hear it to know.

Steve missed Kate more than anything, and he knew there wasn't anything he could do to get her back.

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(What if too tired for work, but not too tired for fanfic?) XD But seriously, I’m taking advantage of the fact that I can no longer focus on assignments to be able to read the latest chapters! And boooooooy do I have thoughts! Ok, ok, so first of all, man did Moon take the brunt of that reveal huh? Not only realizing what’s been going on, but now questioning his whole relationship with the Robin he thought he knew. I’m sure their complaints were more annoyed at first, but surely Sun may also have exaggerated a liiiiitle how bad the “coworker” was actually perceived when he told Moon about it, based on how we know Sun has also felt a pang of jealousy when y/n did speak fondly of him. But I can definitely see how Moon needed the space, (even if it actually might have made it worse just spiraling in his thoughts). And then also Sun! Because he’s so, so afraid that y/n wouldn’t see him as the sweet guy that they kinda went on a date with and have been building a closer relationship with, (which I mean, fair assumption, we saw how the ruthlessness went in reverse au even if it was due to have it directed AT them, which canon Sun wouldn’t do at this point). These guys are a combined ball of anxiety and fears. And omg, poor Robin. You have mentioned before that they didn’t use to hang out with anyone before and that they generally didn’t get along with most coworkers, so I suspected they were already a very lonely person (and pretending they could handle it fine) before they met the boys, but wow, this really highlights how much that was the case. They’re very concerned about Moon, and while they themself have disappeared before, they probably felt something was off about this time. And then to come back to find out their neighbor who maybe possibly went on a date with them just the day before is obviously avoiding them? Sun and Moon at least had each other to reassure themselves that everything would be fine when their landlord/rival disappeared . Robin had no one. And knowing how sweet Sun was towards them probably only made them think that whatever they did was a grave offense. So their rival could be dead and they wouldn’t know, and their neighbor might hate them now, and now they tried to fix it, but they’re still terrified of finding out what really is going on. And that loneliness that they probably didn’t even notice was there before is coming twice as strong now that they’re used to the company of two very important people to them. Ough, loving it all, can’t wait until reckless y/n learns the truth and does whatever they’re gonna do!

I sat on this the entire workday wanting to answer, you really sent this right before I left! gdhsj

This. has turned MUCH too long I am so sorry. Read more for you GFHDJS

But yea yea yea! If we compare Moon's reaction about being the "annoying coworker" in the first alt reveal drabble and the canon reveal, the difference is drastic.

In one, he has the complainer right there - throwing pillows at him, rather than anything actually hostile. Y/N is frantic, and near panic, but did not go further than any attacks they direct at each other on any other day.

Another example from that one unpublished drabble I have no idea when I'll get to it (context: Dusk picked Robin up):

This is early in the rivalry, but still standard. They fight a bit, but they don't truly hurt each other - in the alt reveal scene he had that immediate reassurance that yes, Robin may snark and throw some punches (or, pillows), but they don't see him as an enemy.

In the canon reveal? He has the immediate comparison of Robin & Dusk vs Y/N & Sun, with the latter being much friendlier and closer (as he thinks). Then he has the thought that he's the coworker, and Y/N isn't there to reassure him of their relationship and dynamic, he only has Sun who's in denial and then freaking out just as much, and he catastrophizes. It's a lot, it's too much, and then he's already buried himself in those worst case thoughts where not even Sun could reach him.

The nights he hides away to think he basically went through all their interactions, trying to interpret them differently, and some (especially earlier) memories might have fit this terrible new pattern he has to consider, but more and more... It doesn't make sense. Things don't add up, and then Sun shares that he was jealous because Y/N wouldn't rest until they heard their coworker is concerned.

So by the time Sun urges him to go back to work to see Robin? He's ready to hope again, and boy does Robin deliver. There's still a lot of hurt, remnants of doubt that he needs to talk to Y/N about, and fear of the unknown future for them all. But when Robin cheers him up, baits him into a chase, and is just so relieved to have him back? That's when things start looking up for him again.

And Sun? "which canon Sun wouldn’t do at this point" well. Maybe not quite - but once Sun leans into the rivalry, Robin is in for a surprise. And not just the "Oh no he's hot" kind! They just have the advantage that they already know all of him by then, unlike reverse Robin meeting the ruthless side first.

He is ruthless. That is him, and he enjoys a good chase! He's also sweet and loves taking care of Y/N, yes, and if he had thought it's an option he would have hidden away all those parts he wouldn't want them to see and just be that for them. Would he have been entirely happy? Probably not, honestly. The secrecy and cutting off parts of himself to fit into that image he projected would have taken their toll on him.

If, post-reveal when things settle down, you'd ask him if he thinks it was good they found out? Immediate "Yes." He gets to show all of himself to Y/N, and they accept him, and enjoy all of him. He gets to cook for them and ask them if they're staying hydrated and also chase them through the city and fluster them on missions.

But right now? He doesn't know what the future holds. There's just fear that they might find out, and while they might not be horrified at what he's capable of per se, it's still one hell of a contrast to the person he tried to be for them. He thinks they'd see it as a downgrade, as opposed to Moon having an easier time since they already knew his agent side.

Moon's fear is that Robin may have never liked him. They disprove that as soon as they get the chance, unknowingly.

Sun's fear is that Y/N may hate Dawn. He doesn't get the reassurance until they do find out, and then some.

Moon took the brunt of the reveal - but Sun has to endure it longer.

Y/N? They thought they were fine on their own, they were doing well enough, they had some fun, they didn't realize that something was missing until they gained it, and then lost it again.

They were sick when they were "missing", or in the first case in the hospital, though Dusk knew about that.

An animatronic does not get the flu.

They don't know if it's something harmless keeping him, like it was something harmless for them - because their situation simply does not apply to Dusk's.

So when both of their support pillars suddenly crumble and cave in, when they're suddenly all alone again? They're terrified.

They're proud, and don't quite dare pester their supervisor for more info - just "You'd tell me if he was dead, right? I work with the guy regularly, I need to know if he'll be back. When he'll be back" and only gets noncommittal answers back that they assume mean he's fine, because they would tell them if Dusk was dead, right? But they can't be sure.

And they might feel like talking to Sun about it, hear any reassurance even if they can't share much, but... His last text came super late, and was kind of stiff, and they haven't seen him for a while now, where before they used to see each other on the porch or balcony pretty regularly?

Is he... Is he avoiding them? And if yes (because man, that would fit what's happening), why? The distance came after they sent the pictures - was there something wrong with those? They took a bunch of him, and didn't ask every time, was he put off by that? But that wouldn't warrant ghosting, right? Was there something else, something they missed? A signal, a cue, did they mess up? They don't even know, and they're already in a bad headspace, so they just spiral.

Keep hoping Dusk comes back, keep hoping they'll see Sun again.

When neither happens, they reach out to the one they can reach at least, their pride finally having lost to their concern and hope and loneliness.

They got the reassurance that Sun doesn't suddenly hate them for some reason, but he's still tense and unhappy, and Dusk is still missing, so it's still just a small relief.

They start feeling better when Dusk comes back to work, and almost close to normal when he falls back into their usual pattern, and Sun greets them on the porch again when they meet. But things are off, still, somewhat, and, well...

Their boys do have a bomb to drop right back.

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #accidentally undercover #oh my god I went overboard I am so sorry FGHDJSK #I swear I put thought into their reactions this isn't just angst for angst's sake #where before coincidences aligned for the funnies they now align for the pain #luck runs out; and they were all using up a lot of it #the funny bits of the alt reveals really really focus on the fact that they get to talk it out immediately #fun fact! even the reverse reveal goes smoother than canon!#because they decide to break the news to Y/N immediately!#canon boys fear too much; and enjoyed the status quo too much #reverse boys had more pining and wishing for more #okay I. I rambled so much already have fun <3 #i did not proofread this btw you just gotta hope for the best

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