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BRO THE FUCKING PIGEON IS A DOUBLE AGENT??
#KALIFA? LUCCI? THE BARTENDER? USOPP’S DIRECT TO DVD SEQUEL?#and here i thought kaku seemed like a decent guy#robin i hope you bash his nose in#kate watches op#water 7
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Between discovering the Russian bunker under Starcourt, discovering their plans to get into the Upside Down, being caught by said Russians and tortured, after making sure Dustin and Erica got out of there, Steve was confident that this was an isolated incident.
Hopper had assured them that El had closed the gate at Hawkins Lab, saw it with his own eyes. So maybe if they (he, Robin, Dustin, and Erica) dealt with this one on their own, it wouldn’t be so bad. There were no monsters this time, at least.
Steve had naive hope that the others wouldn’t have to get involved.
But as the four of them are chased through the mall by a big guy with a gun, Steve and Robin still coming down from a truth serum high, his hope turns into dread.
Because a show car is suddenly flung from the floor and into the group of Russians that have them cornered behind a counter in the food court, and there’s only one person he knows with the ability to do that.
They all slowly peer over the counter, and sure enough, El is standing at the forefront, her hand extended in front of her and her nose bleeding. The other kids plus Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie are with her. Steve’s stomach drops and the nauseating feeling from earlier is back, but it’s not from the drugs this time.
Eddie makes a beeline toward him and Robin while Dustin greets the others with enthusiasm, Erica a little starstruck over El.
“What the hell happened?” Eddie demands, eyes flitting frantically all over Steve’s face and taking in the worst of the damage. Steve knows he must look like shit– he can’t see that great out of his left eye and that whole side of his face has gone numb.
Billy bashing his face in last year has nothing on the pain he’s feeling now.
“It’s a long story,” Steve says as he leans heavily into Eddie’s space. Eddie’s hands land on his shoulders and he holds him gently, like he’s afraid of hurting him even more. “I’ll tell you after this is all over.”
“Steve–”
“Teddy.” Steve pulls back and looks him in the eye, as well as he can. He must have not puked everything out of his system like Robin thought because he still feels a little giddy when he reaches up and taps Eddie on the nose. “Later. I promise.”
There’s really no time to say anything else because Robin and Erica need to be brought up to speed about everything and he and Dustin need to be caught up on what’s happening now, and when they are, Steve desperately wishes that it was just the Russians they had to deal with.
Help comes in the form of Hopper, Ms. Byers, and a balding man that Steve’s never met. While they’re all squabbling and trying to come up with a half baked plan, Eddie finds a first aid kit in one of the kitchens and makes Steve sit on a counter so he can try to patch him up. They don’t speak, but Steve grips Eddie’s unoccupied hand while Eddie stands close between his legs.
There isn’t much time between then and everybody splitting off into groups. Scoops Troop plus Eddie all pile into the TODFTHR (“You sure you’re her daddy, sweetheart?” Eddie teases with a smirk and Steve’s glad the bruising hides his blush.)
Everything gets a little fuzzy after they leave the kids at Weathertop. When he’s asked later, he’ll say he remembers hearing that song from that one movie, but he’s not sure if it actually happened. He’s so hyped up on adrenaline, it’s probably the only thing keeping him conscious.
Steve doesn’t remember making the decision to t-bone Billy’s car, but he does remember the horrific scene inside the mall; the Mindflayer screeching and its tentacle-like appendages swinging this way and that. He remembers pelting it with explosives to distract it from attacking El. He looks down and his stomach lurches when he sees the monster go straight through Billy’s chest.
He hears Eddie let out a strangled curse beside him and Steve has to ignore the bile rising in his throat. He knows there’s been casualties; Barb in ‘83, Ms. Byers’ boyfriend last year, however many people the Mindflayer had killed this year.
This is the first death he’s ever seen in person.
He’s still reeling from it when Owens and the military swarm the building once the monster is finally defeated. They’re all pulled in separate directions for medical attention and questioning. Steve feels downright miserable, sitting in the back of an ambulance with Robin, a shock blanket over his shoulders. He squeezes her hand and gives her a small smile.
“I’m sorry you got dragged into this,” he says.
Robin takes a shaky breath. “Yeah. I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of it. I think for once in my life, I’m speechless.”
Eddie finds them after he’s been looked over and Steve opens his arms to pull him in for a hug, wrapping both of them in the blanket. Eddie presses a kiss to his forehead and Steve sags against him. They take a moment to breathe each other in, basking in the fact that they’re both alive.
“They want to take us to the hospital,” Steve says. “They’re pretty sure I have a concussion but they want to run tests to make sure there isn’t any other damage.” He nods to Robin. “And they wanna keep us under 24 hour observation 'cause of the drugs.”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie breathes, eyes sliding shut.
Steve frowns and uses the corner of the blanket to brush against Eddie’s cheek comfortingly. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes with a grimace. “This probably wasn’t how you were expecting to spend your birthday.”
Eddie turns his head and kisses his fingers. “No, baby,” he says. “Absolutely nothin’ for you to be sorry about. Had me and Wayne worried sick when you didn’t come home last night, though. I was close to callin’ Hopper when Lucas started screaming code red over the radio.”
Steve doesn’t want to think about how that probably worried them even more. “Your present’s in my car,” he says instead. “You can’t have it until I’m discharged, though. I wanna see your face when you open it.”
Eddie raises an eyebrow. “That just makes me even more curious, sweetheart.”
He pinches Steve’s side playfully, but gently. Steve stifles a giggle and leans into him more, very aware of how Robin’s watching them like a hawk.
“No peeking,” Steve warns, pointing a finger in Eddie’s face. “It’s a surprise.”
Eddie only nips at his finger. Steve doesn’t even blink. Sighing, Eddie releases his finger and marks a cross over his heart. “I promise I won’t do any snooping.”
Steve pats his cheek. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a shit liar, Munson?”
They break into giggles, their heads bent forward, and Eddie would’ve leaned in for a kiss if it weren’t for Robin clearing her throat rather loudly. Steve curls into Eddie’s front, Eddie’s arm going around his shoulders. God, he’d give anything to be at home and asleep in their bed.
“I’m still very confused about this whole thing,” Robin says, waving a hand in their direction. “I just fought a monster from a whole other dimension, but this is probably the biggest shocker of my life.”
“Strange things follow this group around like a shadow,” Eddie says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. And for him, it is. “You better get used to it, Buckley, 'cause you’re one of us now.”
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Hawkins Heat & Hypocrites
NO VOL 2 SPOILERS - TAKES PLACE BETWEEN SEASON 3 AND 4
Summary: Its hot in Hawkins and Steve really, really loves you
Word count: 2.8k
A/N: The first fic I've completed in about 2 years and the first one I've written for Steve! I hope you like it :)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
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Family video on a Tuesday, a few minutes past one o’clock, in the height of a characteristically hot, humid and sweaty Hawkins summer is understandably not bustling with customers. In fact, not a single customer had entered the store in two hours - the chime of the bell above the door remaining thankfully silent. The usual chatter from Robin was also absent from the heavy air after she had retired to the back room half an hour prior, grumbling and groaning about sore arms, sweat stains and too many tapes to re-shelve.
Family video was deserted, it may as well have been closed.
According to Steve Harrington.
Steve Harrington, who had you perched on the counter, short clad legs spread wide enough for him to slot comfortably between as he pressed doting kisses to your neck, jaw and cheeks, his fingers trailing lightly up and down your thigh and his other hand gentle but firm where it rested under your top, slightly above your hip.
Steve Harrington, who would never admit that he may have been slightly biased.
“Steve you can’t just close the store”
The hand on your hip gave a gentle squeeze as he reluctantly pulled back to look at you, eyes soft whilst harbouring their usual amount of mirth.
“Sure I can, I did it last night. It’s simple really all I have to do is walk up to the door, flip the sign and-“
The corners of his mouth tug upwards when you groan at his antics. He hides his fast approaching grin by returning to his previous position, dragging his nose along the line of your throat, his lips kissing wherever they land despite your previous concerns over the damp layer of sweat and sun cream that had formed on your skin, a gift from the relentless Hawkins heat. Steve had made it very clear he couldn’t care less. A suggestive comment had been made, referencing the many times you’ve broken into a sweat in his company, in his bed to be more specific, with the sole purpose of trying to fluster you. It worked, you rolled your eyes but he hadn’t missed your bashful smile as you tried to turn away. Before you had a chance to fully hide from him he’d cupped your jaw in his hand, ducking down to tell you, “I’ll still have you, slimy or not” before quickly covering your lips with his to quiet your affronted protests.
That's how you ended up in your current position, the skin of your legs sticking uncomfortably to the cold countertop, your boyfriend caging you in.
“No, idiot. I know that you can physically close the store I just mean that you can’t close it now”
“Oh yeah? Says who?”
His words were slightly muffled by your skin, his palms warm and heavy on your hip and thigh and Steve delighted in your small shudder as the tip of his nose brushed over that spot just behind your ear. Much to his enjoyment, you inhaled sharply and swallowed before answering.
“Keith. Probably some of the family video heavy weights too”
“Family video heavy weights”
Steve’s voice was dripping with a combination of amusement and fondness, igniting a familiar heat in your chest. You scratch lightly at the hairs at the back of his neck, squeeze him a bit tighter between your legs.
“You heard me”
“Always do, sweetheart”
There’s a pause in conversation as he continues his loving ministrations, each kiss becoming more and more searing - hot enough to rival the blazing sun. The beams of golden sunlight catch the tendrils of his hair between your gentle fingers, hints of chestnut shining amongst his darker hair.
“I know what you’re doing”
“Oh really?”
As his teeth graze at your neck, you can only hum in agreement knowing a normal-sounding spoken response would be near impossible and the boy does not need any encouragement.
“And what is it that I’m doing?”
When he pulls back and tucks a stray hair behind your ear, fingers trailing along your cheekbone as his eyes follow, you blink. Hard. Hopefully hard enough to tether you back to the front desk at Family video.
“You’re trying to butter me up so I let you close early”
“You’re insane”
“You’re transparent”
He scoffs but doesn’t deny it.
“All I’m saying is we could be at my place in a half hour, I wouldn’t have to wear a vest.. or much, y’know with the heat and all. And, I changed my bedding yesterday. Fresh sheets”
He wiggled his eyebrows and squeezed your hip.
“It’s too hot for that, Steve. I’m not getting heat stroke because you can’t keep it in your pants for a full shift”
He scrunches his face up at that.
“That’s not what this is I- that makes me sound like a creep”
“It’s not happening, Harrington”
He sighs. You think he’s dropped it. You should know better.
“I have AC”
“Great, answer’s still no”
His eyebrows raise
“I have a pool”
Now it's your turn to scrunch your face up.
“The pool where the kids swim? Really, Steve?”
Far too late, you catch the innuendo you’ve let slip. Steve, despite his age, grins. Trying to claw back a bit of control and add some reasoning to your refusal, you continue.
“It’s hot out, the lunch club knows no boundaries. I’m not scarring a group of innocent little teens because of you, hotshot”
“I don’t think they’re that innocent”
You shake your head in frustration, because out of all of your argument that’s his takeaway?
“Steve”
His facial expression morphs into one of exasperation as he defends himself.
“I’m just saying the other week when I was dropping them off I couldn’t look out of my rear view mirror for ten minutes because every time I did, all I saw was El and Mike making out. Ten whole minutes, babe. If you don’t believe me, ask Henderson”
“Dustin was there? Did he not get them to stop? He threw a shoe at you that one time”
He nods, briefly flinching at the memory of when the curly headed boy had hurled his shoe at Steve because he was ‘sucking face’, your face to be specific, in his eyeline which, in the Henderson rule book, is apparently punishable with a shoe to the head. Followed by a lot of high pitched screeching.
“He thought the phone call with Suzie-poo the night before was a more pressing matter”
“Was it?”
“Apparently they’d broken their record for the longest ‘you hang up, no you hang up’”
You snort and despite his previous exasperation, he lets out an amused huff of laughter. Chocolate coloured eyes remain on your face, your soft grin and the way your eyelashes brush against the top of your cheek when you blink. He wants you. He always does, but especially now. So, he prepares his final proposal to get you into his car and back to his house.
“I can lock the gate?”
“We both know that a lock won’t stop Dustin Henderson”
Steve nods begrudgingly and mumbles “Shit head” in agreement. He deflates as his last chance is ripped in front of him all because of a kid that can’t keep his nose out of other people's business, his forehead coming to rest against yours. His hair tickles at your temple but you don’t want to move.
“And anyway, in your family pool? Have a bit of class, Harrington”
And just like that, Steve splutters back to life.
“Class? That’s rich coming from someone who’s been all over me for the past half hour”
You watch him, entirely amused by his theatrics. He’s looking around the store as if to find out where you’d lost your critical thinking ability. However his futile search screeches to a halt when his eyes lock on yours and your giddy smile is returned tenfold. His hand on your hip subconsciously moves higher and squeezes again. You can’t bring yourself to care that you’re grinning like a love sick idiot.
That is, as always, before Steve opens his mouth.
“You know what you are? A hypocrite”
A startled laugh leaves you. Where this accusation has come from, you’re not entirely sure, but you know from the look on his face you’ll find out soon. So for now all you can do is enjoy the moments of silence before he no doubt continues to spout ridiculous allegations.
“You’re groping me at family video of all places and lecturing me about class? Unbelievable, I should kick you out”
“Groping?”
Maybe your voice is higher than usual, but Steve’s rises to reach it, echoing your previous words.
“You heard me”
“Whose hand is under whose shirt?”
You have him there, hook, line and sinker. Steve knows this, but the logical path is not one he tends to follow in your conversations - hence the hypocrite and groping accusations. He doesn’t move his hand.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”
A pause and a cheeky grin.
Your fingers still in his hair in anticipation for what he’s going to say
“Hypocrite”
He belly laughs as you shove him away from you and jump off the counter. It’s a laugh that’s present in all of your best memories, a familiar sound that always has your heart racing and cheeks burning from smiling too hard for too long. One you would go to great extents for, on nights where the horrors of what you’ve experienced catch up to both of you. The laugh you miss so deeply when those aforementioned horrors appear, a seemingly unending cycle that you can only pray you’ve seen the end of.
Your grin falters and your laugh fades with it.
“Hey”
When you look up, he’s staring at you. His eyes hold the warmth you’ve become so familiar with, but it’s not right. His eyes linger too long, trail across your face one too many times - he’s worried. Immediately, you’re struck with how well he knows you, how he can read the smallest, almost indistinguishable changes in your facial expressions and body language. He’s done it before, he’ll do it again, but the fact that someone loves you so deeply, that Steve Harrington loves you so deeply, is a feeling you will always be stumped by and will always cherish.
“C’mere”
You flash him a playful glare and try to ignore how his shoulders sag slightly in relief or else you’ll run into arms, sob and then maybe later he would have to have you removed from the premises for getting handsy with him in a Family video store.
“Get lost, Harrington”
He grins, hands raised in surrender.
“I won’t try anything I swear, just… can I?”
Maybe you nod your head too quickly, but when Steve Harrington asks nicely with his tone slightly softer than usual, you’re not sure if there’s anything he could ask for that you would say no to. Except from the swimming pool plan because in full seriousness, Dustin Henderson has never been stopped by a lock. And you dread to imagine what he would throw at Steve this time.
You step forward into his waiting arms as he reaches for your necklace, fingers brushing your collar bone as he repositions it around your neck. It doesn’t take long for you to understand what he’s doing, it takes a second longer for you to understand why he’s doing it. But when you realise you feel stupid - the answer is glaringly obvious.
Because he’s Steve.
And you’ve struck gold.
“The clasp was at the front”
He explains it simply, as if he hasn’t left you reeling over such a small gesture. But maybe that’s the beauty of it, he gives so much and so often without realising, without expecting anything in return.
“And whose fault was that?”
The easy grin is back on his face. He takes your wrists into his hands without a second thought, his hands sliding up your arms to hold onto your shoulders, thumbs stroking over exposed skin before they trail back down to intertwine his fingers with yours.
“I was cajoled”
“Sure you were, Stevie”
He lights up at the nickname, the one he claims to hate.
Hypocrite, you think.
Steve’s eyes drift down to your necklace again and suddenly he’s looking all too smug.
“It’s a nice necklace”
You can’t even deny it. He’d bought you it for your last birthday, completely off his own back without any input from you. You’ve worn it every day since, something Steve has noticed but never mentioned, deciding to be quietly proud instead of rubbing it in everyone’s faces despite how much he wants to.
Hell, even Robin was speechless.
“So what did dingus get you?” She’d asked lounging on one of Steve’s couches, a slice of birthday cake in hand and a party hat placed haphazardly on her head. You gestured to your neck and watched as she nodded, approving.
“I’m surprised you remembered which one she wanted”
“Fuck off, Buckley. I picked it out myself”
The girl was stunned, the cake nearly dropped right out of her slackening fingers. She shuffled even closer to you to get a better look, growing even more shocked and, much to her surprise, impressed with Steve.
“Holy shit, Steve”
Meanwhile Max still refused to believe that Steve had actually chosen it.
“It’s a really nice necklace”
Using his hold on your hands he pulls you into him, his hands wrapping around your back as you tuck your face into his shoulder. The name badge attached to his vest presses into you but you don’t care. It’s a small discomfort you quickly forget about as his broad, heavy hands hold you close.
“I wear it everyday”
Steve hugs you even tighter to him, you clutch him even tighter to you.
“I know”
You feel the soft press of a kiss to the top of your head and sigh at the feeling of his hands slowly moving across your back, then to your shoulder, up the back of your neck before your head is gently tilted back. You close your eyes as he pecks your lips. Once, twice, three times before he deepens the kiss, your hands grabbing at his sides as his hands remain sure and unwavering on your cheek and at the back of your neck. It’s hard to think straight when he’s crowding every one of your senses, that’s why it takes you a few seconds to remember where you are. Maybe you allow yourself to indulge in his kisses and caresses for a moment longer, but you enjoy it and you’re certain Steve does too.
“Steve”
He barely pulls away, lips smearing against yours as he speaks.
“That’s it, say my name babe”
“Steven”
He makes a displeased noise.
“Not quite”
Before he can slot his lips against yours, you put a firm hand on his chest. He gets the message and reluctantly stops, moving a hand to rest on the arm between you. His short fingernails scratch lightly up and down the expanse of skin, goosebumps shortly following after.
“Can I stay at yours tonight?”
His nod is quick and hurried.
“Of course you can. Just uh,”
His eyes remain on your arm where your skin is still covered with goosebumps, the corners of his mouth raise and as much as you hate yourself for it, yours do too.
“Don’t forget to bring your swimsuit. Or do forget, I’m sure we’ll find a way around it”
Your bubbly laugh contradicts the eye roll his comment receives and the warmth in your chest is now joined by the giddiness in the pit of your stomach. You shake your head, traitorous bursts of laughter still leaving your lips.
“I’m not coming for whatever you have planned in the swimming pool, Harrington”
“No? What are you coming for then?”
You grin and shrug your shoulders with an air of faux nonchalance.
“You have AC”
Steve’s laughter fills the silent store, the best a Family video has ever sounded in your humble opinion. Your laughter is quick to follow, spurred on by his happiness and his hand that is still on your arm, keeping you close to him. You’re overcome by love, adoration and Steve, and you can’t get your eyes to leave his face. The laughter from your end fades as you continue to gaze at him with an overwhelming amount of fondness and endearment.
He can’t help but notice, suddenly turning sheepish under your unwavering attention.
“What?”
A smitten smile, full of emotion.
“I really love your laugh”
Usually he would joke or tease, but you look absolutely besotted and Steve knows he’s got the same look in his eyes. Also, most importantly, he loves you. He really, really loves you.
“That’s strange, I really love yours too”
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hi!! from the meet cute list, can I request sitting next to each other on a long bus/train ride with steve? thank you!!
hehe i loved this one! hope you like it too <3 fem!reader, wc: 950ish
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Steve hates the bus. It’s usually too crowded, and is almost never as quiet as he wishes it was. Plus, he’s always bored out of his mind. He already struggles to focus reading books normally, but it becomes exponentially harder on a bumpy, loud bus. But money has been tight since moving to Chicago for college, and taking the bus back home to Hawkins is cheaper than driving.
Of course, Steve was running late, and by the time he boards the bus, there are only a few seats left. He doesn’t particularly like most of his options — an older woman who will totally talk his ear off the entire time is a definite no, and so is the middle aged man who reminds him a bit too much of his dad, though he can’t imagine his dad ever taking the bus. The last option seems most promising — a girl who looks about his age with her nose buried in a book. He doesn’t want to bother her, but he also doesn’t want to take his chances.
He stops in the aisle and clears his throat, grabbing at the straps of his backpack, “Hey, uh, sorry to bother you…”
You’d been too engrossed in your book to notice him, and his voice scares you, breaking your concentration. Your head snaps up, eyes wide, and fuck Steve thinks, you’re so pretty. You don’t say anything, though, and Steve realizes you’re waiting for him to continue. He shakes his head to clear it and finally asks, “Sorry, um, is it okay if I sit here?”
“Oh,” some of the concern on your face melts, and you nod, moving your stuff even closer to you, “Yeah, that’s fine.”
Shit. Even your voice is pretty.
“Thanks so much,” Steve smiles, dropping his bag onto the floor as he falls into the seat next to you. You’ve picked up your book again and are about to start reading when Steve begins rambling, “I was going to be early for once, but then my best friend asked for help with the girl she likes, and I didn’t think it would take very long, but I should’ve known. I love Robin, but holy shit she does not know when to stop talking—“
The amused look on your face stops Steve in his tracks, and he realizes the irony of what he’s saying. His face flushes a dark pink and he lifts one hand to scratch at the back of his neck, “Kinda like what I’m doing right now… Shit, I’m sorry. I’ll shut up so you can read.”
Your giggle, while slightly humiliating for Steve, sends his heart racing. He knows he needs to make you laugh again, whatever it takes. That is, if you’re even willing to talk to him again. Luckily for him, you close your fingers in your book to save your place and turn towards him slightly, “It’s okay, I don’t mind. Where are you going?”
“Hawkins. It’s my brother’s birthday, so I’m heading home for the weekend to celebrate with him.”
“That’s so sweet. I’m headed there, too. Visiting family for the weekend.”
Steve is absolutely positive that he’d remember you if you’d gone to high school together, but then again, he was a different person back then. Still, he feels bad as he asks, “Are you from Hawkins? I don’t recognize you…”
You shake your head immediately, “Oh, no — my parents moved there after I left for college. Haven’t been there much, but it’s home now, I guess.”
“Oh thank god,” Steve huffs, “I was worried I’d be an asshole for not remembering you, but I’m not really sure I could forget your face.”
“Yeah?” you ask, a bashful smile tugging at your lips at his implication.
There’s an air of confidence about him— despite the blush once again blooming on his cheeks — that you find insanely attractive as he nods in response, “Yeah, definitely. It’d be hard to forget such a pretty face.” Another laugh from you makes Steve grin, and even though he knows he should let you get back to reading, he asks another question, something about school; anything to keep you talking to him.
By the time the bus pulls into Hawkins, you’ve been talking on and off — mostly on — for most of the trip, and if Steve wasn’t smitten with you before, he definitely is now. Not only are you pretty, but you’re smart and funny, and you’re attending the same school as him. As Steve stands and collects his things to get off the bus, he grows nervous again and gives you a tentative smile, “So, is there any chance I’ll see you again?”
After collecting your own things, you follow Steve down the aisle of the bus, pretending to mull over your answer, “Hmm…” The nervous look on Steve’s face cuts your teasing short, though, and you grin at him, “I’d like that, Steve. I’m guessing we’ll be on the same bus back, but I’ll give you my number, just in case.”
“Okay, great! Hold on, I see my brother’s car, I’ll see if he has a pen,” Steve replies, jogging over to Dustin’s car, hoping desperately that Dustin does, in fact, have something to write with.
And when Steve finally jumps in Dustin’s car with a phone number scribbled on his hand and a grin on his face, Dustin is slightly baffled, “No way you got a number on the bus ride here.”
Steve laughs, shrugging nonchalantly as he punches Dustin’s shoulder gently, “So glad I came home for your birthday, dude.”
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Omg! I didn't know you took prompts or I would have sent this sooner! How about a song prompt?
"It's Alright" by Mother Mother
Most nights, Steve lays awake in his bed haunted by his memories of a monster.
Not one from the Upside Down. Not Tommy or Billy.
But himself. He was the worst monster he could imagine.
It didn’t help that it was brought up by everyone close to him. Steve “The Hair” Harrington was high school’s number one asshole.
And that’s all he’ll ever amount to be. No matter how much he works on changing, the kids, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin all see him that way. The monster always lurking in the shadows ready to come out at any moment.
Steve was scared that maybe it would. And sometimes it does.
When his parents come home he has to be King Steve all over again. Careful about who he hangs out with and who he invites over. Finding himself joining in on conversations bashing the exact people he loves most just to gain his father’s favor. The worst is when he lays in bed at night, craving the popularity that came with attention and a front that allowed him to get away with anything.
He starts avoiding Nancy and Robin who bond over the topic of what an asshole he was in high school. And he gets it. He’s a monster. He was and always will be. But a break from the reminder is often needed.
He finds the kids need him less and less. Just coming for rides but never advice. Because none of them want to be who he was - an almost identical version of the stupid jocks that still bully them for not fitting in.
So he backs off. He stops hanging out with everyone more and more. The worst part is they don’t even seem to notice or care.
The monster is gone to them.
He keeps his baseball bat beside his bed, reminding him of the monsters who made him realize that he himself was one. And that he’s trying to change. He’s trying.
But some nights are worse than others in the too large empty house. And this is one of those nights.
The lights are off everywhere. Steve doesn’t want a single mirror in sight. He curls up in his bed playing with a single string on his pillow, trying to do anything to distract himself from his thoughts.
The doorbell rings.
He ignores it.
It rings again.
Steve groans and gets up, hoping it’s just the kids who want a ride or something. He opens the door quickly and winces at the light from the moon, blocking his eyes before he can really take in who’s there.
“Steve?”
Steve begrudgingly cracks an eye open and takes in Eddie who stands in his doorway. He pushes past Steve and into his house, closing the door behind him.
Steve relaxes immediately in the darkness. He feels a hesitant hand trace down his arm and gently latch onto his wrist. He’s guided up the stairs to his room although Eddie’s been to his bedroom only once, but he still somehow remembers it.
Steve closes his door and flops onto his bed. Eddie waits for a few moments, likely getting his eyes to adjust to the darkness, before toeing off his shoes and sitting beneath Steve’s window. They both hold eye contact.
It’s strange. They don’t hang out often. And never alone. But it’s comforting nonetheless.
Eddie breaks the quiet, softly saying, “You haven’t been around in a while. I noticed that you’ve backed off a bit from… everyone. What’s going on, man?”
Steve shrugs and pinches his nose. He will not cry. Steve Harrington does not cry.
“They miss you. All of them. Even Mike, although he hates to admit it. They don’t know what they did. But they don’t want to push you.”
Steve states, “Just give them a week, they’ll be fine.”
Eddie stares for a moment longer, fiddling with his rings. He stands up and hesitantly sits on the edge of Steve’s bed. “You can’t mean that, Harrington.”
Steve shrugs again.
Eddie takes in a deep breath and motions for Steve to sit up. He does and Eddie climbs behind him and pulls Steve back against him. Eddie’s hands begin combing through Steve’s hair and Steve relaxes against him.
“Is this okay?” Eddie asks, pausing to get Steve’s response.
“Yes.”
Eddie’s hands resume their motion. “Talk to me,” he requests.
Words begin falling out of Steve’s mouth before he realizes he even start talking. “I just hate who I was in high school, and it’s like he can never leave me. He’s always there, and I don’t know when he’ll come out again. I want to believe I’ve changed but when I look in the mirror all I see is King Steve. And that’s what all the kids and Nancy and Robin and everyone sees me as. I’m never not going to be him, and I wish I was anyone else.”
Eddie’s hands continue moving through his hair as he replies, “You know, you’re only human, right? Yes, you’ve made mistakes before but they don’t define you. You’re not… you’re not a monster, Steve. No one sees you as one except maybe yourself.”
Steve tries as hard as he can to fight off the pressure behind his eyes, but then he finally gives in. He’s sobbing before he knows it, turning into Eddie’s arms and holding onto him for dear life.
“It’s alright. It’s okay,” Eddie whispers over and over.
He stays the night. And then the next night. And the night after that.
They fall into a routine. Eddie comes over for dinner (whether that’s at 6pm or 11pm, Steve bases it off when Eddie comes back) and then they hang out. Eddie always discourages his negative thoughts, telling him to say two positive ones for the negative ones.
It’s annoying really, but Steve agrees that it helps.
It helps even more when Eddie holds him while he sleeps.
Eventually, Steve starts hanging out with the kids and Robin and Nancy more and more, always with Eddie by his side. Whenever Robin and Nancy delve into a story from high school, Eddie says something along the lines of, “Thank god for the Steve we have now; he’s really changed” or he launches into his own high school mistakes, making sure to call Robin and Nancy out on their bullshit every once in a while. They all agree that they’re just human.
With the kids, Eddie will give them looks and the occasional lecture Steve assumes. One time when Steve is asking questions during a D&D campaign, Dustin says, “Jesus, Steve. They tell us in school that there’s no such thing as stupid questions, but you’re sure proving them wrong.”
Eddie immediately switches a flip and demands him to apologize. Dustin gives him a half assed apology, and Eddie gives him 12 hit points, instantly killing his character.
Later that night, Eddie says that the kid needs to watch his attitude and hopes this can be a good lesson.
That same night, Steve realizes that he’s falling in love with Eddie.
He spirals a bit after that, realizing that he’s not good enough for Eddie. No matter how many times he tells himself that he’s human and makes mistake, he’s too afraid to let Eddie get too close to the monster inside.
A few nights later, he tells Eddie to leave, and that he doesn’t need his company anymore. He’s better. Eddie’s face slightly crumples, looking extremely pained for a moment, but then he slightly smiles and says, “I’m glad you’re better, Steve.”
When he leaves Steve breaks down. The monster had just came out.
He can’t sleep. He tosses and turns, staring at his baseball bat. He sits up and tells himself, “I’ve changed. I’m human. I’m alright. I’m okay. I’m not a monster.”
He says it until he believes it. And he does.
He finds himself running to grab his keys and driving over to Eddie’s at three AM. He knocks on the door, knowing his uncle is still working the night shift. He prays that Eddie is still awake.
The door creaks open.
Eddie stares at Steve, tears shining in the moonlight. Steve pushes past him and inside, closing the door.
He grabs Eddie’s hand and leads him to his bedroom, guiding him to lay against him, so he can play with his hair.
“Talk to me,” Steve says.
Eddie’s voice cracks as he says, “It’s stupid, man. It’s nothing.”
Steve keeps playing with his hair. “Please.”
Eddie laughs humorously. “You don’t need me anymore. And that’s great. I’m proud of you. But… I don’t know. I just feel like…” he takes a deep breath. “I feel like now that you don’t need me anymore. You’ll just… leave. But hey, maybe that’s the monster in me talking.”
Steve leans down and kisses his forehead. “We’re only human,” Steve says.
Eddie laughs. “You stole my line.”
“It’s a good line,” Steve says.
“It sure is.”
Steve clings onto Eddie for a few moments before resuming playing with his hair. “Eddie…” he trails off. He knows what he wants to say, but he doesn’t know if he can say it.
“Yes?” Eddie asks with a sniffle.
Steve buries his face in Eddie’s hair and mumbles out, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Eddie freezes. “What?”
Steve takes a deep breath and leans away. “I’m falling in love with you.”
Eddie turns in Steve’s arms and faces him. “With me?”
Steve shakes his head. A few more tears slip down Eddie’s face as he laughs. “Thank god, because I’m falling in love with you, too.”
Steve lets out a huff of air and cups Eddie’s jaw. He and Eddie meet in the middle and kiss.
At first, Steve thinks the tears on his cheeks are Eddie’s but he realizes he’s also crying. His tears mix with Eddie’s as he kisses him over and over again, clinging as tightly to him as he can.
When they pull away, laughing breathlessly, Steve knows he’ll be alright.
All be completely honest. I was the prompt and was like “there’s no way I’ll be capable of using a song as a prompt.” Then I listened to it and BAM. it’s SO GOOD. and instantly I was like stEDDIE THOUGHTS.
YouTube link to the song :)
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Chapter Five
Previous Chapter
CW: Drug use
Kim felt so awkward sitting in the car as Billy drove off from Addi’s house. Her tongue licked over her teeth, trying to will herself to ask him anything.
She hated herself. She wanted to be closer to him yet far, far away at the same time. She glanced at the side of his face and looked away again.
He was truly unbothered as he drove and smoked. She listened to his music, trying to pretend that she was far away from here. She didn’t know why he had acted like they had to leave that instant. She had walked there without his help and didn’t understand why she would need to get back home with his help.
“Where did you get your swimming suit from?” He asked at last. She figured he had been working on asking her that, waiting until Addi was gone so he could question her. She shrugged feeling bashful.
“From the mall. It’s just a swimming suit.” She pleaded her case as he looked over at her, through his sunglasses. He laughed.
“You know my dad wouldn’t say that. He’d say a lot worse if he knew about it.” He told her what she already knew. She sighed.
“Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” She smiled at him, but he just stared at her blankly.
“I’m getting tired of holding your secrets, you know.” He puffed his smoke out the window as the houses raced past them. She didn’t like to admit how much she enjoyed it when he went fast. Not quite at this moment, however, she was still feeling a bit ill from the three large brownies she had devoured.
“It’s not a secret. He just doesn’t need to know.” She defended herself. He was right though; she really didn’t trust him to be her secret keeper. She still wasn’t sure how much she could trust him, or if she could at all.
“Right and when he does eventually find out are you going to tell him you got it for the rich Harrington boy?” He mocked playfully and she felt herself growing irritated that he wouldn’t just drop the conversation. It was a bikini, loads of girls her age wore them.
“I didn’t wear it for Steve. I didn’t even know he was going to be there. God, you’re so annoying.” She huffed as she crossed her arms, not realizing what she had just admitted.
“Who?” She turned to face him again at the sudden question. She raised her eyebrows and waited for him to continue, “If you didn’t wear it for Steve then who did you wear it for?”
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
She blanched as she raked her mind for an excuse. She couldn't tell him that she had worn it for him, that she wanted to see just how crazy she drove him as well. She was too embarrassed to ever admit that.
“Who? Myself. I don’t need a guy to look at me like that.” She snapped back at him, hoping he would buy the answer. He turned to look at her for a moment and she glanced away to the road. She couldn’t let him know what she was thinking.
“Right. So, what are you going to ask this dude out or just keep staring at him like a creep?” She frowned.
“Like those moms that stare at you? Are you mad you have some competition?” She challenged, watching as he scrunched his nose while he smiled.
“Are you jealous or something? I don’t have any competition. I think you’re the only one that’s into Pretty Boy.” She knew he was wrong. She still heard the way girls talked about him. Not to mention she was pretty sure he had a girlfriend anyways.
Robin.
“Okay, yes, I bought some nice clothes at the beginning of the summer to impress him. Not that it matters because I didn’t wear it for him. He has a girlfriend anyways.” She added, clearly sounding defeated at the end of her sentence. Billy was silent for a moment before looking at her.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m just looking after you. In any case, he’s an idiot. You’re a lot better looking than any of the girls he’s ever been with.” Kim felt her face ignite as he complimented her. She convinced herself he was just being nice and wasn’t suggesting anything else.
Yet, Kim felt her heart pounding against her chest as she looked at him. He had clearly been watching her at the pool and they had stared each other down pretty hard if she admitted it. She took a breath of confidence.
“Did you think I looked pretty?” She crossed her right leg over her left one as she turned to face him, batting her eyelashes in his direction. She was just trying to annoy him the way he annoyed her, she promised herself.
His cigarette almost slipped from his lips as he looked at her, surprised by her sudden boldness, she was sure. He hastily threw it out the window, cleared his throat and put both hands on the wheel as he stared forward out the front window.
“Uh yeah, yeah you do.” He snagged his bottom lip between his teeth as he drove. She faltered for a moment as focused on how he said she does look pretty, not that she did. She watched as his hands tightened around the wheel, his fingers beginning to turn white as he gripped it so hard.
“I like feeling pretty," She leaned against the dashboard, testing her boundaries as her arms pressed against her chest and heightened her cleavage just a bit. His blue eyes slowly grazed over her body before turning back to the road. She watched as he shifted in his seat, trying to examine his body language the same way he seemed to know hers, “So can you please not tell Neil? So, I can continue to look pretty?” She pleaded softly. She figured she’d never wear the bikini again, but maybe she would.
“Yeah, yeah I guess.” He muttered, hitting on the gas a little harder. Kim lurched forward and adjusted in her seat to keep from flying against the dashboard. She shot him a glare as she sat back in her seat.
“What’s your issue with Steve anyways?” She watched him curiously. He turned to her; annoyance written across his face.
“He’s a dick.” Was all he said as he turned fast on the familiar street corner. A small squeal left her mouth as she pressed into the side of the door. Her heart hammered in her chest as he pulled onto the side of the street.
He was out of the car quicker than she was able to unbuckle her seat belt. She reached for her pool bag, pulling it on her lap and making sure the best of her things was in order before she got out.
“You coming?” Her head snapped hard to the side when she watched him open the door for her. He’d never done that before.
She swung her long legs out and nodded at him. She rose from the seat, standing up straight and meeting his gaze. She moved out of the way as he closed the door, her back leaning back against the car door as he trapped her, standing inches away from there.
She felt her pulse begin to quicken, every breath she took pressed her chest up against his. He only stood a few inches taller than her but, in this position, it felt like he towered over her. She felt like she was a prey who had just been trapped by their predator, ready to be devoured.
“Hi.” She squeaked out watching the grin form on his lips. His fingertips traced along the side of her shorts as he watched her. She felt her breath hitch as she looked at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking. She couldn’t imagine what others would think if they saw the two of them standing this close together.
“Hi,” He grinned down at her, “You swear you didn’t wear that for Pretty Boy?” She wasn’t sure how to answer him, instead focusing on how his fingers felt like they were burning through her clothes and lighting her skin aflame.
“No, I didn’t even know Steve was going to be there.” She didn’t understand why he kept asking her the same question or why he was standing so close to her with his hands on her hips. She was facing a moral dilemma as the line between them kept getting smaller and smaller.
Billy’s large hands began to rub circles through her shirt as a grin began to form against his lips. She looked away from his eyes, instead focusing on the necklace that dangled down his chest. Her heart was racing, she didn’t see Neil’s vehicle but that didn’t mean that he was gone. She didn’t know what either of them would do if someone saw them this close.
“So, who’d you wear it for? Don’t bullshit me, I know that’s not the type of clothing you wear.” He said simply, his eyes raking over her face. Kim felt flustered and knew it wasn’t from the hot summer sun beating down on the side of her face. The golden light hit Billy’s tan skin perfectly, showing off his freckles and tanned skin. He looked like one of the romantic heroes in the books that she would binge, and she hated to think of him in that way.
Kim looked at him, afraid of how she would answer him. She didn’t want to lie but there was no way she could tell him the truth. If she told him that she had worn that little bikini for him then he would know that he had some sort of hold on her. She could already imagine his disgusted expression and the way he would never let that die.
“I wanted to be noticed,” She spoke up after a moment, watching his soft eyes. She had never known someone to hold eye contact so intensely before, “Guys don’t notice me and I thought maybe this would help.” It wasn’t the exact truth, but it was as best as she could do. She couldn’t read the expression on his face as she leaned back against his car, ignoring how the blue paint was scalding from the sun.
“You’re going to give people the wrong idea,” He spoke after a moment, and she watched how his lips moved when he spoke. She had never noticed how annoyingly white and straight his teeth were, “Especially guys. They’ll just take advantage of you. They won’t even fuck you right, they’ll be too focused on their own pleasure. You deserve better than that.”
She thought she might have a heart attack with the way her heart was beating inside her chest. He was confusing her so badly that she didn’t know what to think. She couldn’t understand why he’d touch her like this and then slyly add comments that made her overthink the meaning.
Sure, she could brush it off as him being a protective older brother. They never had that relationship before. He had never cared about her existence other than to bicker about her needing to get her own license and to occasionally ask to copy off of her homework.
“What did you mean when you said if I needed help all I need to do is ask?” She asked so softly that she almost didn’t hear herself speak at all. A grin rose on his face as he began to pull away from her.
“I guess you’ll have to ask to find out,” By now he was standing a few feet away from her, yet she still remained squished against his car, “You’re watching Max and her friend tonight. I have a date.”
A date?
She felt her head spin around as she lurched off of his car and followed him up the steps into the house. She tried to keep up with his pace as she raced up the steps, ignoring how the cool, cold air from the AC felt nice against her sweaty skin.
“You have a date?” Her mouth felt like there was cotton in it as he turned to look at her, not looking the least bit upset.
“Yeah, it’s Friday. I’m not going to sit around here all night and babysit.” He replied as he walked down the hall to his room. Kim stood in the same spot, fuming.
How was it even fair for him to have any right to tell her that no guy deserved her, when it was so easy for him to run off with whichever girl, he found interesting at the moment. She was sure, had she put in the effort at the pool, that she could’ve made some plans with Steve. Or even any other guy that was there at the pool.
She had options. There was someone out there that was interested in her.
“I’m not babysitting!” She yelled after Billy as he slammed his door shut. She didn’t even have to leave the pool with him, he made her. He dragged her all the way back to the house just so she could watch Max. She didn’t even know that Neil and her mom would be gone tonight, although she should’ve known better.
“It’s not babysitting,” Max spoke up from her room, peeking her head out. She looked very annoyed, “I have a friend over and we all know you have no plans anyways.” Max shrugged, looking too smug as she shut her door again. Kim groaned in frustration, stomping all the way to her room before launching herself on her bed. She pulled a pink pillow to her chest, resisting the urge to cry.
She blamed it on all the different emotions she’d been feeling and on the slight possibility that she may be starting her period soon. She didn’t want to admit that Billy had some kind of control over her. She wouldn’t sink that low.
She rolled over on her back, praying that this would be what she needed to tell her mind to fuck off and stop giving her such vivid and dirty images about him. She sighed, feeling an odd trembling sensation building in her stomach and spreading down her legs and arms. She brushed it off as anger.
She looked up when she saw her younger, fiery sister and her quiet friend standing in the doorway. She could remember when her mother told her she’d be having a baby sister and had felt so over the moon. She absolutely loved baby dolls at that age. She’d do their hair, dress them up, and have tea parties with them. And she was finally going to have her own little baby doll to play with.
Wrong.
From the moment Max was brought home she hated to be messed with. Kim was only three at the time, but learned fast that her and her sister were two completely different bodies. Max loved to skateboard, to play sports and get dirty. Kim preferred to spend her time in the library, reading and working on art projects.
Max’s friend, El, was more than enthusiastic to have her play with her hair and paint her nails. It wasn’t that Max didn’t enjoy it, but it was only when she wanted to do it. El always sat so still and patient while she let Kim figure out different ways to design her short hair.
“Yes?” She questioned watching as the two of them stared at her. She felt an odd sensation that she needed to giggle rising in her stomach, so she swallowed that down.
“Are you going to order us pizza?” Max asked as El nudged her. Kim raised her eyebrow and waited, “Could you pretty please order us pizza?” Max tried again, placing a wide smile across her lips.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Kim stood up, feeling wobbly on her feet as she walked towards them. She stopped to squeeze her sister's soft face, “Awe we’re gonna have a girl's night!” She exclaimed, all of her angry emotions from a few moments ago were gone. El giggled and moved out of her way, while Max groaned and rubbed her now red face.
Kim kept blinking as she walked towards the wall phone, feeling her eyes beginning to squint. She pulled off the piece of paper that her mother had left, the number to the pizza place printed clearly in her pretty handwriting.
She thought about how good a piece of greasy pizza would taste right now, the melty cheese and hot sauce dripping on her tongue. It took all of her willpower not to moan.
Kim got halfway through punching in the numbers, when she had to hang up and attempt it again. This time she only got three numbers in before she forgot which one, she was at. She kept squinting, her eyes burning as she stared at the numbers.
She attempted again, this time dropping the phone before she could finish putting in the first two numbers. She laughed, sliding down the wall as she thought about how klutzy she was.
Max peeked over the couch, looking at her with wide blue eyes. El had a sloppy grin on her face, holding her hand up so she could whisper something to Max. Kim couldn’t help the giggles that poured out of her, now. Everything was becoming too much for her.
“I can’t put in the number,” She waved the paper around her head, motioning to Max, “I don’t think I can stand up either.” She replied seriously before feeling the urge to laugh again.
She was beginning to wonder if those brownies weren’t just regular brownies.
“My sister would not-” She heard Max say as she turned from El and looked back at Kim. She took in Kim’s appearance before cursing. El looked just as amused as Kim felt and the both of them burst into a fit of giggles as they looked at each other.
Kim wasn’t sure what was so funny but laughing just felt like the right thing to do. For the first time in her life, she felt so relaxed and carefree. She began pressing her fingertips together, admiring the tingling feeling that was shooting through them.
“Uh,” Max stood up from the couch, staring down at her older sister looking very unsure of herself, “Stay right here.” She muttered before walking down the hall. El leaned over the couch, crossing her arms as she looked at the older girl.
“You wanna hear a joke?” She asked, looking mischievous. Kim nodded eagerly watching the younger girl think about her joke before speaking.
“What did Cinderella say when she got to the ball?” El asked, glancing around to make sure no one else was around. Kim felt her eyebrow furrow as she leaned forward on her palms and shook her head.
“She gagged.” It took a moment of realization before Kim was lying on the ground, clutching her stomach as she fought through her giggles. She couldn’t stop laughing against the cold floor, her insides aching as she laid her palms against her stomach to calm herself. She turned on her back, trying to relax as she opened her eyes to see Billy and Max peering down at her.
She snorted as another fit bubbled up, realizing they were wearing the same expression as they watched her. She could still hear El giggling, though it was fainter now as Billy had come into the room.
“Are you high?” He asked her very seriously. He looked different upside down, she realized. However, she could still tell by the way the front of his hair was messy that he had been in the process of curling it.
“Were you grooming yourself?” She sassed back, watching as irritation began to replace his concerned look. She could tell Max was trying not to laugh as she looked away from her sister.
“What the hell did you do?” He repeated again as he squatted down and tried to get her into a sitting position. She groaned, lightly pressing her hand against his chest and staying limp so she could keep resting on the floor.
“I’m comfortable here, thank you very much.” She responded as she rested her back against the floor, liking how cold it felt against her skin.
“It’s probably dirty down there.” Max spoke up. Kim glanced over at El before laughing again, thinking about how funny her joke had been. Billy gripped both of her shoulders, heaving her up hard so she was sitting up in front of him. A gasp left her mouth and she grinned, reached out to pat his hardened jaw before she could stop herself.
“My hero, thank you for saving me from the dirty floor.” She added playfully, not even caring what anyone thought. She could tell he was exasperated as he gripped onto her shoulders to keep her from lying back down. Max crouched down next to him, looking at her concerned.
Kim thought about how the two were so similar yet hated each other so much.
“What did you take?” Billy asked again, looking less friendly this time. Kim tried to force her eyes wider apart to look at him, but found they were too far squinted to do it. She shrugged, nonchalant.
“Come on, we won't tell mom or dad.” Max pleaded, still looking concerned. Kim felt her resolve breaking.
“A brownie.” She said simply, knowing this was all ridiculous. They were overreacting. She was fine. Max turned to look at her older brother.
“Why would a brownie make her do this?” She asked, not quite understanding. Kim thought she looked adorable being so confused. She really wanted to squeeze her cheeks again but resisted doing so.
“You brat. How much did you take?” Billy snapped, obviously knowing what she meant by a brownie. He ignored Max’s gaze and continued to stare at Kim. She felt the same way she did when she had been thinking about chowing down on a slice of pizza. A moan was bubbling in her stomach and electricity pulsed through her body as the way he called her a brat bounced around in her head.
“Jonathan gets brownies sometimes; they have weed in them.” El whispered the last part to Max, and Max turned to her sister horrified. She was sure Max didn’t think she’d ever do something like that.
She counted on her fingers for a moment.
“Just three brownies, okay? They were just brownies. I didn’t taste any weed in them, at all.” Her words were becoming more sluggish and felt odd coming off of her tongue. It was like it was taking more effort for her to speak.
Billy’s blue eyes widened as he stared at her, at a loss for words as he took in the girl in front of her. Kim wiggled her eyebrows.
“Can we get pizza or what?” She asked looking at the three people who kept staring at her, “I could really eat some right now.” She added, watching as Billy examined her.
“Go sit on the couch, I’ll order it before I leave. I’m serious, I have better things to do than sit here watching the three of you all night.” He huffed out, letting her go and standing up. Kim looked at Max, watching as the younger girl was now sporting an amused expression.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kim responded but continued to sit on the floor, feeling like she didn’t have the ability to walk to the couch. She watched as Max headed back to El and began deciding which movie they were going to watch.
Kim stretched her legs out, her hands in her lap as she watched Billy order the food. She stared up the side of his body, taking in how muscular he really was. For the first time she didn’t feel bad about her thoughts towards him, instead, she felt like welcoming them.
He shot her a look as he hung up the phone, his foot pushing the side of her calf gently. She watched as her foot rolled to the side before sitting up again. She grinned up at him.
“I thought I told you to go to the couch?” He asked irritably. She stretched her arms out in the air, holding them over her head.
“My legs won’t work.” She said simply, grinning like a fool as he realized what he wanted to do. She figured it wouldn’t work and she would just end up crawling her way across the floor until she reached the seats. She watched him pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh very loudly.
She was starting to put her arms down when he crouched down near her again, an arm holding onto her back and under her thighs. She squealed, pleased as she carried her towards the couch.
She laid against his chest, taking in his warmth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was careful to make sure she didn’t pull on his hair as she did so.
“You look nice.” She muttered, still smiling. He really did too. His jeans fit him nice and his shirt, like always, had one too many buttons undone.
“Shut up.” He grumbled back before stopping at the couch, waiting a moment for the two younger girls to scoot out of the way before plopping her down. A loud shriek left Kim’s mouth as she laughed in delight, enjoying the drop down a bit too much.
Billy just huffed before he stomped out of the room. Kim listened to his door slam shut and gave the two girls a playful look.
“Did I say something wrong?” El giggled, resting her arms against Kim’s legs as she stretched out on the couch. Even Max was grinning now.
“Why would you take that many? You know if mom and dad were home, you’d be in so much trouble.” Kim knew Max was right, but she just waved the young girl off, too high to care about what could have happened. She rested back against the arm of the chair, thinking about how good a slice of pizza would taste right now. She wondered when it would get here.
Kim listened as the two began discussing different subjects, boys, music, comics, and more boys. She cracked a grin a few times, never interrupting, just glad that her sister had found a place here.
“Did you find a movie yet?” Billy walked out of his room briskly. Kim tried to follow his footsteps to the front door with her eyes, but found the movement was too much. She listened as he opened the door.
That awoke her. She felt herself sitting up, breathing in the steamy smell of greasy pizza as he carried the two boxes to the living room. Throwing a stack of napkins and paper plates down.
“You got soda, didn’t you?” Max asked and Kim hoped the question was yes. She would do anything to taste and feel the sweet carbonation traveling down her body. Billy sighed before grabbing it off the counter.
Kim didn’t wait for anyone else before she made her plate. She held up the slice, looking in awe at how the cheese was perfectly browned and the crust was golden. She lifted it up to her tongue, moaning as she bit into it and let the garlicky sauce lick at her taste buds.
She opened her eyes to see Billy staring at her, his jaw slack as he held a slice of pizza between the box and his plate. She chewed thoroughly, raising her eyebrow.
“I thought you had a date, and you were absolutely not canceling it?” She mocked as she finished her slice, she was sure this was the best meal she had ever had. El and Max grinned next to her, a small whisper of not having to hear happy screams was heard.
Billy stood up straight as he stared her down, then looked at the other two.
“Not like any of you left me a choice. I’m not leaving Hopper’s daughter alone with someone who's high off her ass. I’m not going down for that.” He defended. He walked towards Kim and began to sit down next to her. She scooted over closer to El, trying not to get squashed by him in the process. She could hear Max protest as she moved.
No one really stayed in the living room, at least not when Neil was around. Apparently, they needed a bigger couch for when he was gone.
“Sure.” She drew the syllables as she looked at him, “You just know you didn’t want to miss out on this awesome night.” She concluded as she began her second slice of pizza and reached for the soda.
Max gripped the 2 liter in her hand tightly, “How about I pour it for you?” Kim nodded happily, watching as her sister worked. She passed the drink to her, which Kim accepted with glee.
“Did you decide on a movie then?” Billy asked dryly, his elbow hitting Kim’s ribs as he adjusted in his seat. She jolted as he hit right where she was ticklish. She shot him a glare, pinned between him and El.
El shifted as Max scooted down to grab the remote, pressing play, “Nightmare on Elm Street is up first.” Kim groaned as she heard the title, knowing how much Max loved scary movies. She was completely opposite, hating the way the nightmares attacked her later.
“It’s so scary.” She whined as she swallowed the rest of her complaint down with soda. Yeah, yeah that was good, she decided. Max and El gave her an incredulous look.
“It’s not that scary.” Max spoke up and shook her red hair. Kim knew she wouldn’t win as she turned to look at Billy, their shoulders pressed together. He shifted again, his shoulder toppling over hers as his hand lingered dangerously close to her thigh. She stared, imagining how it would look as he squeezed her thigh.
“Don’t look at me. She’s right.” Billy shrugged as he continued eating. Kim sighed playfully, accepting the fact that she would have nightmares tonight. She tucked into the couch, hiding behind his shoulder.
“Fine, but you guys better not complain when I crawl into bed with you tonight.” She muttered, licking the grease off the side of her thumb. She turned her eyes to see Billy watching her, an unreadable expression on his face, “Who were you supposed to see tonight?” She asked, trying to be coy. He raised his eyebrow as he watched her.
“Does it matter? The date isn’t happening.” She wanted to say that it served him right for making her leave the pool early but resisted the urge to do so. She knew it would do nothing but irritate him more. There was something nice about him joining them to watch a movie.
She quieted down when it finally started, not wanting to annoy the two girls as it played. Max gave them all a temporary relief when she stood up to turn the light off. Paranoia crawled up Kim as she kept glancing over her arm to look behind her every time the scary music started to play.
“You’ve got to stop,” Max whined when she turned to face her again, “You’re gonna freak us out.” She huffed, moving to the floor and pulling El down with her.
“I told you it’s scary!” Kim defended herself, no longer finding everything hilarious. She kept jumping, moving closer to Billy as every little thing frightened her. She began to scoot away, freeing up some space between them when she fell for another jump scare. She was practically in his lap as she held onto his waist, a shrill shriek threatening to spill out.
She listened to him chuckle, feeling his chest move as he did so. She spared a glance at him as she curled against his side, thankful for his arm that moved around her. She felt a lot safer here, under his protective arm.
“You really are a scaredy cat, Mayfield.” She cursed him as she laid there, pulling a blanket over her legs so no demons would grab ahold of her feet.
Or Max. Max tended to do that a lot. She shivered as she thought about how Max went through a phase of hiding in dark spots in her room with a white sheet over her head.
She clutched him closer as another scary part appeared, curling her legs up to her chest. She tried to focus on the movie, instead of the way his fingers were tracing designs onto her back. She wondered how he was warm all the time, when she always felt so cold.
She had never sat in such a position with him before and wondered if it was just him being nice, actually concerned that she would do something dumb, or if there was another reason he was holding onto her. Her eyes were beginning to close as she drifted off, Billy being the only thing to cross her thoughts.
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She didn’t know how late it was, but felt her comforter being placed over her as she could see the darkness engulfing her room. She fluttered her eyes, still dazed and sleepy as she adjusted her head on her pillow.
She turned to her back, noticing him pulling away like he was going to leave. She reached out, taking his hand softly. It was so dark she couldn’t see his face or expression, but she knew it was Billy. Her voice faltered as she thought about asking him to turn on her night light, images from the movie flickering in her mind.
“Stay,” She spoke softly, sleep threatening to take over as she kept blinking her eyes to stay focused on him, “Please.” She spoke even more gently, for even in the dark she could sense his hesitation.
He sighed as he slid into bed next to her, making her bed shift completely as he got comfortable. In the back of her mind, she could feel laughter growing as she thought of Billy, all macho, covered in her green and pink flowery sheets.
Billy muttered something under his breath, but she was too far gone to listen to what he was saying. Her eyes closed as she moved closer to him, not close enough to touch, just seeking his warmth as she felt herself departing into a deep sleep.
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Museum Curator
Music Inspo: Load Game - daigoro789
Thank you @kyojurosrealwife for the idea. ❤️
Museum curator Rengoku Kyojuro, whose hair fluffs excitedly whilst he prattles on about the centipede you just brought him.
Hands on his hips, chest puffed out like a robin, a proud smile on his lips, delight speckling his voice. Sure, he’s repulsed by all of the arthropod’s legs and how sluggishly it moves in its glass enclosure, but you’ve asked him to give you the deets on your latest donation, and he’s more than happy to oblige whilst you transfer it to him.
You watch the curator speak intently with hearts in your eyes, fretting over your mussed hair, swiping dust off your face from foraging all morning. There are calluses embedded in your palms from chopping wood. Your brow’s swollen from the wasp’s sting you obtained earlier. Snot dribbles down your nose—you’d planted new hydrangeas to improve your island’s rating despite being highly allergic to them. Your attire reeks of pond water and fish, making you feel insecure. But Kyojuro makes you feel like the most precious jewel.
He could care less about your disheveled state. Talks to you as if you’re an old friend while cautiously balancing the centipede’s container in his enormous hands—a subtle peach tinge to his cheeks as he laughs heartily at your terrible puns. You’re so entranced by how wonderfully his eyes twinkle with mirth and how delightful he smells that you don’t notice when he’s finished his explanation.
“Is there anything else you would like to know?” he queries, wearing a closed-eyed grin, foot tapping expectantly.
Your cheeks blossom with embarrassment. You avert your gaze to the floor, sheepishly rubbing the scruff of your neck whilst resting your net on one shoulder. “Ah, n-no. Thank you, Rengoku-san. That was all.” You excuse yourself with your heart pounding in your throat, turning away to busy yourself with more tasks. Yet, you are pleasantly surprised when Kyojuro gently calls your name, drawing your attention back to him.
It’s his turn to look bashful. A nervous boy in your eyes, fighting with the right choice of words. He finally speaks, “I was wondering if…you would like to join me for tea sometime?” There’s a hopeful lilt to his voice—an unheard plea for you to say yes.
“I-I would love to,” you reply, battling your bashfulness.
It’s as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders as he chuckles, ruffling his hair. “Perfect! I will see you around then! And thank you again for your...generous donation!” Kyojuro pivots swiftly down a hall in pursuit of the insect exhibit.
You grin unabashedly, the load of getting your island into good standing no longer so burdensome as you turn to exit the museum. You'll have to visit the boutique before the night's end to find something presentable to wear for your...date.
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Mr.Yamada must be putting them up again- Bruce post/analysis
I did this before with Griffin. Going into his death/injuries. Talking generally about what I imagine him to have been like. Now I’m doing it was Bruce, as honestly I feel like any ghost but Robin falls behind in the majority of the fandom when it comes to being talked about- I’m here to ramble about my boys. Analysis time. Come get your food!
Up at bat
Bruce is the star of his team. It’s clear he’s one of their best, everyone’s cheering for him even before he makes the winning hit. You can hear cheers and chants from the dug out, even the coach is banking on him. It’s a lot- and I think it goes to his head a little bit, that childish overconfidence that comes with being told your the greatest a million times.
One of my favorite parts of the intro is his scowl. His face scrunches up the second he realizes Finney is actually close to striking him out. That little pout how dare he/how could he. But he makes it anyway. That cocky little smirk as he starts running the bases. Bruce is a golden child in a sense but he’s not immune to being petty. But he has the tact to say good game and compliment Finney’s aim.
There’s pressure that can come with that. Being the best- having to carry the end of the game for your team. Baseball is his life. (Made all the more clear by the dreams where it shows him growing up with the game etc).
Helpful …end-
Bruce is also popular there’s no doubt with that. Or at least he’s one of the cuter guys at his school with how the girls flirt and giggle on his bike ride. I think he’s pretty helpful to, seeing as he walks straight over to the vans doors- the grabber likely pulling a similar trick as he did with Finn or asking for help or to grab something from the back etc- where he’s promptly smacked with the door.
His injuries are the hardest out of any of the boys to analyse as they keep changing! Like a lot! In behind he scenes photos Tristan shares it changes sides of his face, chest etc. however the idea of the wound remains just about the same. (Also Tristan gives the most after Banks and then Brady after him.)
He gives a thumbs up in every photo and I hope he knows I’m now aquaiting this to Bruce. (You want a photo it’s this or bunny ears). Just like griffin though, one of the best closer looks is at a photo with Ethan.
Slight warning from this point on in reference to canonical character death, Csa and gore.
His face is slashed from the hairline to his chin, it looks like it stops and starts again around his eye (but this may just be to avoid doing Makeup with his eye).
The cut on his stomach looks a little deeper and hooked, almost carved. Like he stared but then stopped before taking anything out, like wants him intact but … oh god Bruce probably squirmed or fought and just wouldn’t stop… a few more knicks on his arm.
Final part of the game
Something I noticed is that all of the boys have knicks or slashes on their arms. (Vance exclusively has the fucking handprint bruise). Which makes me speculate on how the killing… starts. They may be entirely disarmed. Broken down enough to just think it’s another round of the other part of the game- something horrific but it’s happened before. It’s happened before- it can’t get worse- he said it can’t get worse! So-
Then there’s a knife, probably while distracted with other horrible thoughts he gets a cut on the arm and the fight of flight kicks in. Holy shit. Knife. Struggle but it never lasts long - this is visible in the grabbers approach with Finn. Different. As he outright announced and came down there to just kill him but with the way he swung- he probably expected to him his shoulder but the grabber expects him to run. A chase.
….A big disarming factor I believe is also bashing- a wall or knocked on the ground- something. All of them- if not a bleeding broken nose (Vance) have bloody teeth, or a bleeding head expecting some sort of head trauma or a hit….
Anyways I’m really sad now :( so uhhhh imagine the grabbers high pitched pathetic little yelp. Now imagine he fell down the stairs with those dry ass eggs
#the black phone#black phone#the black phone 2022#bruce yamada#tristan pravong#albert shaw#the grabber#griffin stagg#banks repeta#vance hopper#brady hepner#meta#character analysis#analysis#ramble#details#writing ref#writing reference#ethan hawke#ghost boys#shadow kids#ghost lore
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I’ll take literally any form of Steddie (preferably maybe doctor au?) where they’re both sick and trying to hide it from one another! You’re amazing kb
Omg I love this concept. Been thinking all day about reasons for them to hide it from each other. Decided to make it established Steddie. Eddie is hiding his sickness because he is excited for an office Halloween party that he’s like the main man for. Steve is hiding it because he knows Eddie is excited about it. Robin and Nancy are knowing third parties lol 🤍 -KB
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The Hawkins Medical annual Halloween bash was something Eddie looked forward to every year. Although he wasn’t the one organizing the party, he certainly was the life of it.
Every year he went above and beyond with his costume, got a little bit drunk, and danced the night away with the staff. It was an ordeal time and time again.
It was for all these reasons that when Eddie woke up with a sore throat, a headache, and a sensitive nose; he ignored it. He could not be getting sick. Not tonight.
He got dressed-a Halloween sweater under his doctors coat with some black jeans. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure Steve wasn’t there. He dumped his coffee down the sink drain and switched it out for some tea in his travel mug.
Over in their en suite bathroom, Steve was pulling a similar stunt. He, too, had woken up feeling lousier than usual. He felt more chilled and hoped a shower would warm him up before work.
Much to his disappointment, all the shower did was make his hair wet and awaken the congestion that was settling in his sinuses. He got dressed as well, throwing a thick jacket over his scrubs before heading out towards the living room.
Steve cleared his throat discretely before speaking. “Ready to go Eddie?”
The older man nodded, swallowing a sip of the tea from his travel mug. “Yep! Got my coffee and everything.”
Throughout the drive to work, Eddie secretly hoped that Steve couldn’t smell that it was tea instead of coffee. Steve secretly couldn’t smell a damn thing.
Once at the office, they went their separate ways. A tickle had been building for Eddie since partway through their drive in, and he’d been waiting until he was alone to indulge it.
“IxxTCH! N’xxT! H’nxT …guh!”
“Hey Doc!”
Leave it to Robin to walk in on Eddie when he was in the throes of a sneezing fit.
“Bless you! Just wanted to say I’m beyond excited for the party tonight. You aren’t ready for my costume. It’s good this year.”
“Can’t wait to see it!” He smiled and took a sip of his tea, trying not to wince as he swallowed.
“Ooh that smells different! What is it?” Robin asked.
“It’s uh. It’s an herbal tea Nancy got me.”
“Smells fruity! Can I try some?” Robin reached out with her normal energy, but was taken aback when Eddie blocked it with his hand.
“No!” He said probably too quickly.
Robin feigned shock as Eddie sheepishly explained himself.
“Sorry Birdie. Woke up feeling sick this morning. I’d love to share my tea, but not my germs. Do me a favor though and don’t tell Steve? I’m too excited about the party.”
Robin nodded in realization and mimed zipping her lips. “Your secret is safe with me, but I want some of that tea next time.”
“H’ixxTCHU! snfsnff Deal.”
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That afternoon, Nancy was standing at her desk that was connected to Steve’s. He was typing away at some chart notes, stopping every couple of seconds to sniffle thickly against his wrist.
She kept a careful eye on him, choosing not to say anything until she saw him pull his jacket tighter around his frame.
“You okay over there Steve?”
The man blinked at her a little confused, “What?”
“You seem cold and you’re awfully… sniffly.”
He blushed as he brought the back of his hand to his nose. “It’s just cold in here. Making my nose run.”
“Mmhmm. Sure.” Nancy replied sarcastically, glancing at the thermostat, “It’s 72 in here Steve.”
The silence hung in the air for a few seconds before Steve looked around to make sure Eddie was in an exam room.
“I think I’m catching a cold, but I don’t want Eddie to know. If he finds out he’ll get worried and he was so excited about the party tonight.”
Nancy just shook her head.
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Even before they were an item, both Eddie and Steve tended to show up fashionably late to these parties. To no one’s surprise, this increased exponentially once they started living together.
Nancy, dressed as Wednesday Addams, grabbed some spooky spiked punch and made her way over to where Robin and Chrissy were dancing.
They were dressed as a witch and a zombie cheerleader respectively.
“Either of you hear from the boys?” She asked.
“Nah, not me!” Robin shouted over the music. Chrissy shook her head no.
“Wonder if they decided not to come? Steve said he was sick.” Nancy added.
Robin nodded, “Yeah Eddie sounded a little rough this morning.”
“Wait…” Nancy paused, “What do you mean Eddie? I was talking about Steve!”
“Eddie told me he’s sick but he really wanted to come and that I shouldn’t tell Steve.”
“Steve told me that he was sick and that I shouldn’t tell Eddie because Eddie was super excited about the party.” Nancy explained.
Chrissy laughed as all three of them connected the dots.
“Are you telling me that they’re both sick but completely oblivious??” The strawberry blonde asked.
“I mean…it sure as hell sounds like them.” Robin shrugged.
Just then, they both walked in. Steve was dressed as a vampire and Eddie was dressed as Slash. The pink tint was visible on Eddie’s nose, as were the tired rims under Steve’s eyes.
“Hey guys! How ya feeling?” Chrissy asked, trying to get them to come clean.
They both looked at each other, flustered for their own separate reasons.
“Uh *ahem* good SNF.” Eddie said.
Steve agreed, trying to avoid the consonants that made him sound congested. “Just peachy. Why?”
The girls all exchanged a look - an unspoken conversation happening with just the look of an eye. Robin was the one to bite the bullet and call them out.
“You doofuses know you’re both sick and hiding it from the other, right?”
“I thought I saw you shivering in the car! Why didn’t you say something??” Eddie asked Steve.
“ME?? What about you? You think I can’t hear you sneezing every thirty minutes??” Steve countered.
“Wow you two are dumb.” Robin teased, “Not to be your couples therapy but how do you really feel?”
Eddie sighed, “I’ve been sneezing so much my nose feels like it’s going to fall off…”
Steve followed suit, “I’ve felt clammy and feverish all day and I kind of just want to sleep.”
“Sounds like you’re both in agreement. As your PA, I recommend rest and some tea.” Nancy noted.
“Sorry guys.” Robin frowned sympathetically. “There’s always the Christmas party!”
#s/tranger t/hings#doctors office au#doctor!eddie#nurse!steve#e/ddie m/unson#s/teve h/arrington#kb au’s#ask box#kb writes#anonymous#snzblr#steddiesnz#snz kink
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Protective Batbros, a subsidiary of my Protective Batdad series
Tim is sitting alone.
It was something Dick had made note of shortly after arriving at the gala. There are people scattered around at various tables, but even more people milling about and socializing. Before he can do more than smile and nod to the newest Robin, a small group of WE investors draw his attention into a dull conversation.
Dick talks with them for a little while, then makes his rounds throughout the big hall, mingling with various acquaintances, and sampling some hors d’oeuvres. By the time he’s back to where he began, he notices that Tim is still sitting by himself. Or, he amends, maybe someone else has been by and gone again?
Tim ’s posture is perfectly straight, and he isn’t looking around. His expression is neutral, but not blank like he’s spacing out. There are appetizers on his plate that he clearly hasn’t touched. One of his hands is folded in his lap, the thumb of the other hand is rubbing methodically at the polished handle of a decorative spoon. Dick makes his way over to take the seat beside him.
“Heya, kiddo.”
“Dick!” Tim’s face lights up when he sees him, if only for a moment, which makes Dick’s heart light up as well, as he pulls the kid into a one armed hug.
He makes a brief mental note of how tightly Tim clings to him in return, then files the observation away to analyze later.
He doesn’t like how little they’ve seen Tim around the manor recently. His parents have been in town for the past week and a half, which throws a bit of a wrench into their nighttime escapades.
But it’s a good thing, he reminds himself. Tim doesn’t get to spend nearly enough time with his parents; it’s good that they’re around. Dick feels a little guilty for thinking of them as an inconvenience, even though he’s pretty sure Bruce does too.
Dick leans back into his own seat, but keeps an arm resting on the back of Tim’s.
“How’s it going?” He asks.
“Okay,” Tim says with a shrug, expression and posture already returned to their neutral state.
“Been kinda boring without you around this past week.”
“Yeah, sorry. My dad likes to know where I am.” He begins to rub his hands together, then seems to realize what he’s doing, and forces himself to return to the subtler motion of worrying at the silverware.
Dick nods, watching his hand.
“Must be nice having them around for a while.” He is being supportive. He needs to be supportive.
“I- yeah. It’s great…”
Dick looks at him with an open expression, waiting for some clarification.
“They’re not like around around,” Tim says. “They still work. But it’s nice when we get to have dinner together. And Mom says that maybe we can try to have a family game night before they have to leave again, if there’s time…”
Dick resists the urge to ask when that will be. Tim sees right through him.
“They’ll be leaving for Norway before the end of the month.”
Dick isn’t sure what the appropriate reaction to that is, and his expression sort of ends up stumbling into a grimace. He glances down to keep it concealed, and Tim is kind enough not to draw attention to it.
“I’m sorry they’re not staying longer. But it’ll be good to have you around again.”
Tim nods absently. An uncomfortable expression flits across his face, but vanishes quickly.
“Tim, are you feeling okay?”
At first he just gets a noncommittal noise in response to the question, then after a minute Tim wrinkles his nose, and glances around the room.
“It’s loud.”
Dick nods. He hadn’t really been attuned to the noise level himself. It wasn’t especially loud by Gotham aristocracy standards, but he could see how it might be annoying to someone who was bothered by that type of thing, or just wasn’t particularly used to it. Of course, Time would be used to it though, so that didn’t really factor in here.
“I might have some headphones in the car,” he offers. “They’re not noise cancelling, but they might help. Do you want me to go gram ‘em?”
Tim’s expression shifts, and he eyes Dick, like he’s trying to decipher something about him.
“This isn’t exactly an appropriate setting for headphone,” he says after a minute. “I don’t want to be disrespectful.”
“I don’t think anyone here who’s sober enough to notice whether or not you’re wearing headphones is going to feel slighted if you are.”
Tim shrugs stiffly. Dick glances to where his hand is still fidgeting with the flatware, and feels a spark of concern that he might just rub a hole into the pad of his thumb.
“Why don’t we step out for a sec?” He suggests.
“Because it would be rude?” Tim offers uncertainly, not picking up on the rhetorical nature of the question.
“Just for a minute,” Dick insists. He doesn’t like how uneasy Tim is here.
Tim glances around them cautiously, twitching slightly as the band hits a particularly high note, then turns his attention back to Dick and nods.
They head out through the front doors. And while a few people glance at them as they leave, no one hinders their exit.
Outside, Tim seems to finally notice the blister he’s been wearing into his thumb all evening.
“Does that hurt?” Dick asks.
He doesn’t get a response at first, as Tim is frowning down at the finger with apparently intense concentration.
“It’s ugly,” he says after a minute. “I used to pull at the skin around my nails. It never hurt badly, just looked weird.”
“I think Bruce keeps bandaids in the car. I’ll go grab you one.”
“That’s-“ Tim begins.
But Dick is already halfway down the wide outdoor staircase. He doesn’t want to leave Tim along for long if he’s been by himself all night, but figures he probably won’t miss much in the forty five seconds it should take him to get to the car and back.
He finds bandaids, and a set of earplugs in the glove compartment. As he dashes back to the main entrance, he acknowledging that the round trip may have taken closer to sixty five seconds, but figures that’s still pretty good.
When he gets to the top of the stairs Tim’s talking with a woman. Or rather, he’s holding very still and being talked at, by a very unhappy woman, who it takes Dick a moment to recognize as Janet Drake.
“-Don’t know what could possibly have made you think it was appropriate to come out here in the middle of a party. We came back to the table and you were gone! People were asking about you too, and what were we supposed to tell them?”
“Hi,” Dick interrupts, as loudly as he thinks he can get away with, and in a deliberately upbeat voice. “I’m so sorry! I had to get something from my car, and asked Tim to come keep me company. I thought we’d be back in before anyone had a chance to miss us.” He dips his head apologetically, and looks back up with a bashful grin.
Mrs. Drake seems completely caught off guard, looking rapidly between Dick and her son, whose gaze has been mostly focused on a spot behind her right ear. After a minute she manages to force some composure into her expression.
“It’s not that we mind you borrowing him, Mr. Grayson-Wayne. It’s just coming back to the table to find that he’s not there, you understand-“
Dick waves off the rushed explanation of her concern.
“I’m sorry to have worried you.”
She studies him for a minute. Dick isn’t sure what she’s looking for, or what she thinks she’s seeing. But he matches her scrutiny, and forces down the thought that he does not like this woman.
She looks away from him quickly enough, clearing her throat.
“Come, Timothy.”
Dick slips the bandaid and earplugs into Tim’s suit pocket as he follows them back inside, and squeezes his shoulder once there’s no longer a plausible reason for them to be going in the same direction.
He then proceeds to spend the rest of the evening maneuvering himself to keep the Drakes in the periphery of his line of sight, keeping an eye on his little brother. Because Tim can handle himself in this environment, but Dick knows he doesn’t like it, knows that all the sound and bright light gives him a headache. And they’re all a little nervous in crowds. And he knows intellectually that the chances of anything really bad happening tonight aren’t actually all that high. Even so, he needs to look out for Tim, because what if no one else is?
It’s almost too hard to think about. Dick has given himself permission to be a little overprotective, feeling like he has a pretty damn good reason to be. But the thing is, Tim’s not really supposed to need it. Not all the time. Not here. He has a family. Dick has always felt a little guilty for resenting them, but watching the Drake’s go the rest of the night without saying more than a stray word or two to their son makes him wonder if maybe he has the right.
He doesn’t know their situation, not really. But he knows what he sees and he doesn’t like it.
“Can we make sure Tim’s family’s at the same table as us the next time we have to go to one of these?” He asks Bruce later that night, asks as if they themselves aren’t already Tim’s family, even if it feels wrong to imply.
Bruce hums a distracted agreement, and Dick thinks he must see it too.
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Not that it matters especially, but I kind of picture this happening in the same continuity as this story, but maybe a couple months beforehand (or maybe just a couple of weeks if you want the Drakes to be on the same visit).
Hope you enjoy!
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The Only Antidote is a Kiss
Summary: Scarecrow always did come up with the most whacky chemical formulas to test on people. Red Hood gets dosed with his latest toxin, and the only way to cure it is with a kiss. The only candidate? Long time rival and almost enemy, Ladybird.
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“No,” Red Hood said, resolutely. “No way in hell.”
Red Robin’s exasperated voice crackled over the comm. “Hood, if you don’t, you’re going to die.”
“Do you think I care? Death is better.”
“I would say that’s insulting if I didn’t feel the exact same way.” Ladybird nonchalantly twirled a yoyo at her side. “Besides, ten minutes is plenty of time to get him someone else.”
“You two are in the middle of nowhere. It’s thirty minutes to the nearest city.”
“Yeah, but the suburbs are always an option. You Bats always seem to miss the obvious solution.”
“I’m not kissing her,” Red Hood repeated.
“I know that you two are…” Red Robin tried to find a more delicate way to word their relationship, “Not always on the best of terms, but you are on the same side right now. Ladybird, you don’t want Red Hood to die, do you?”
Plying Ladybird was always easier than trying to convince Red Hood. The woman had a heart of gold. Today? No such luck.
“He’s not going to die,” Ladybird scoffed. “If he dies over this instead of the many, many, many assassination attempts that I saved him from, I’ll feel insulted. But I’m also not going to help. I’m not going to kiss an unwilling party, and certainly not one with a mug as ugly as Red Hood.”
“You’ve never even seen my face!” Red Hood argued from safely inside his beauteous red bucket.
“Yeah, well you’ve never seen mine either, and yet somehow, you have no issue with calling me disfigured every time our paths cross.”
“You’re wearing a mask. Only people who are horribly scarred wear full face masks.”
“Oh, so you’re admitting you’re ugly then?”
“No, I’m wearing a helmet, not a mask. Big difference.”
Ladybird barely stopped herself from bashing her head against the cement and steel wall. If the action didn’t break her mask, she would have considered going through with it. “God, this is why I’m not going to kiss him, Red Robin. Can’t you use one of those zeta things and drop in a girl for him to make out with?”
“You know they don’t work like that.”
“I wouldn’t know, it’s not like I’m in the Justice League.”
“Not for a lack of trying! We’ve offered you the position at least ten different times.”
“Yeah, on the condition that I get Red Hood to join up too. That certainly doesn’t sound like you guys actually want my help.”
“Nine minutes on the clock,” an automated voice reminded them.
“I say we blow this popsicle stand,” Red Hood pointed a finger up at the cement ceiling.
“Wow, what a stupendously original idea, Red Hood. It’s almost like the next thing out of your mouth might be something vaguely resembling intelligence. Oh wait, that’s right. We can’t get out of this hell hole because there’s three feet of cement on every side of us and we have no weapons that can help.”
“I haven’t had a crack at it, yet.”
“Be my guest. I’ll sit back and laugh at your failed attempts.” Ladybird reclined on a wall. “We both know that between the two of us, I’m the one who’s better at escape and solutions that don't require firearms. You don’t think with either one of your heads, you think with your AK-47.”
“My babies are all I need to get the job done. Your plans are always so unnecessarily convoluted.”
“They’re convoluted so I can cover my tracks instead of leaving evidence, debris, and dead bodies behind.”
“Uh, guys? Can you have your spat after Hood’s life is out of immediate danger?”
“No,” both of them chorused, immediately glaring at each other for speaking in sync.
“I doubt Scarecrow actually came up with a formula that will make you die if you don’t kiss someone of the opposite gender within ten minutes. That seems like the kind of chemical compound that’s featured in all of those really trashy romance novels, except instead of being unable to control your instincts, you die.” Ladybird considered the empty vial on the floor. “I’m confident that Red Hood can ride this out with minimal damage. Even if he does get horny, it’s not like he’s going to go for me-- drug induced state or not, he can’t stand my guts.”
“Can I just say that I don’t want to bank his life on that assumption?”
“It’s not like your life is the one at stake. Just try to get someone out here that can break down this welded door for us sooner, rather than later.” Ladybird gives Red Hood a once over. “Besides, if he does try anything, we all know that I’m more than capable of tying him up.”
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“Hey, why don’t you use that Lucky Charm of yours?”
“Do you think I didn’t think of that already? That was one of the first things I considered.”
“So why didn’t you use it?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that after I do, I detransform within five minutes? Not a big fan of exposing my identity, plus it’s not like anybody’s in any real danger because we’re locked up here. Scarecrow’s tied up, the goons that welded the door shut on us aren’t capable of using their brains, and a team is going to bust us out in thirty minutes anyways.”
For the millionth time, Red Hood pounded his shoulder against the steel weld, hoping that something would give. Nothing happened.
A beep sounded.
“Ten minutes have passed.”
“See?” Ladybird crowed triumphantly. “I was right. Nothing’s--”
Red Hood fell to the floor, clawing at his chest.
“... happening. I jinxed it, didn’t I? I guess I’ll use it, then.”
Ladybird called for a lucky charm. No antidote fell into her hand. Just a sheet of paper, saying Kiss him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Tikki, don’t do me dirty like this!”
“Tikki? Who’s Tikki? What did the Lucky Charm give you?”
A wet cough sounded from underneath Red Hood’s helmet. He started to gasp for air.
Ladybird didn’t like Hood, but Red Robin was right. She had grown fond of him after saving his ass so many times. She wasn’t just going to let him die, especially not when she could help him. With a bone weary sigh, she knelt next to Red Hood.
“I guess we’re doing this, aren’t we? Red Robin, comms off.”
“Off? But Hood sounds like--”
“Off,” she repeated, firmly. “Or I’ll break them.”
The telltale sign of static ceased in her ears.
Ladybird held Red Hood by his shoulders, maneuvering his mask off.
“I hope you’re ugly,” she whispered.
He was not.
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Even with blood on his lips, Jason Todd was unfortunately attractive.
“Gonna--” he coughed again, the spray of blood accompanied by a wheeze. “Bless me with your face before I die?”
“I can’t believe that you’re still snarky while you’re on death’s door.” Ladybird touched the full face mask that she added during her years as a vigilante in Gotham. She still has the usual Ladybug eye cover, so her identity is safe. But the noh mask provides a sense of safety to her. She’s loathe to take it off, but in order for a kiss to work, it needs to be put aside. With a sigh, she places it on the ground and places a hand over Red Hood’s startlingly blue eyes.
“Kinky,” he spat. Ladybird grimaced. Why she ended up on this mission alone with Red Hood was beyond her, but they always ended up in the worst situations together somehow, anyways.
Her lips descended on his.
Iron and sweat.
“Okay,” she said, wiping her lips with the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with shielding Red Hood’s eyes. “You feeling any better?”
He coughed again.
“Great, so Scarecrow was lying and I didn’t have to kiss you. You were just going to die anyways.”
She placed her noh mask back on, then pressed a button on her comm. “You’re going to want to speed up the whole backup team. Looks like Scarecrow was lying.”
“You’re kidding me. Scarecrow never lies--”
Red Hood sat up shakily.
“I’m fine, Replacement. Throat’s a little sore, but I’m fine.”
“Good to know his MO hasn’t changed,” Ladybird remarked. “I’d suggest that you wipe your face with something. It’s covered in blood.”
“And Ladybird cooties.” Red Hood used his forearm to wipe the blood off. Ladybird had to admit that the man was objectively good looking. The artist in her wanted to take a picture or sketch him. The shock of white hair, symmetrical features, and prominent nose. His eyes had a certain darkness in them, like he had seen the worst of the world, but there was still a clarity to them that said he was fighting against those injustices. “C’mon, you’ve seen my face, don’t you think it’s time to exchange the favor?”
“Backup’s arriving in three,” interjected Red Robin.
“There’s nothing in it for me.” Ladybird tugged the hood of her cloak down lower.
“Isn’t it weird that we kissed and I don’t know your face?”
“No.”
“You really are into some kinky shit.”
“Also no on that.”
“Then why not show me your face?”
“Stop being such a brat.”
“I know I’m older than you.”
“Bratiness isn’t measured in age, but in mental maturity. Which you have none of.”
“Please?”
“I’m almost tempted to take off my noh mask if only because that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say the word please.”
“If I say it again, will you?”
“I’ll consider it.”
“Pretty please, Ladybird?”
“... Fine.” She’d get a laugh out of this anyways, and the team was minutes away from picking them up.
She took off her noh mask to reveal the red and black domino.
Red Hood cursed.
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An Enchanted Evening(Wintershock)
“I hear Pepper and Tony are throwing another Disney bash. You excited?”
Darcy looked up from her laptop as Clint stuck his head in her office to deliver the news. It never failed, if something interesting was happening, he’d be stopping by to discuss it. He was worse than her great aunts when it came to gossip, Darcy thought fondly.
“Yeah, but I’ll have to find a date. I don’t wanna be Giselle without a Robert, unless I can get Jane to go with me. She loves going as the evil queen.”
Clint looked confused.
“I thought you and Barnes were an item. I see you together all the time, looking all cozy.”
“Appearances can be deceiving, Clint,” Darcy sighed. “He doesn’t seem to want anything more than friendship right now. But he is pretty great at the whole friend thing.”
“If he did want more, would you go out with him?” Clint pressed, watching her searchingly.
“Totally,” Darcy admitted, knowing better than to lie to him. “But don’t you dare interfere and ruin this for me. I don’t want to push him away after how long it took me to get him to warm up to me.”
Bucky had been very skittish when he’d first arrived and Darcy tried the technique she’d used when befriending neighborhood feral cats: kept her distance while offering friendly greetings and looking as non-threatening as possible, left plentiful treats around, and cracked ridiculous jokes in his hearing in hopes of earning a smile. It had taken several months, but Darcy succeeded in Operation Befriend Bucky.
“Who are you and Laura going to go as?” Darcy inquired, trying to change the subject.
Clint grinned. “OutlawQueen, of course,” he supplied.
“Oooh. Going with the Once Upon A Time ship. It’s perfect,” Darcy admired. “Can’t wait to see it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a lot of work to do if I’m going to be able to afford the dress I’ve got my eye on.”
“Just so long as you show up,” Clint relented. “See ya, Doc.”
With a wink, Hawkeye made himself scarce and Darcy returned to her work, trying not to picture Bucky dressed as a Disney prince.
Bucky had just finished an intense workout and was trash talking Steve in a way only a best friend could get away with when his long suffering friend decided to turn the tables on him.
“So I hear you’re the only one who hasn’t RSVP’d for the big disney ball,” Steve commented. “Thought you would be going with Darcy.”
“How many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends?” Bucky sighed.
Steve gave him a look of utter disbelief and sighed.
“Still in denial. But you do know you can accompany her as a friend, right?”
“And have to hear you lot gossiping even more? No thanks,” Bucky muttered, even as he really wished he had the guts to ask Darcy. Despite what he’d told Steve, Bucky was very interested in the new astrophysicist in a definite more-than-friends way, but so far, he hadn’t seen any signs that she shared this interest, so he’d stayed quiet rather than ruin one of the best friendships he’d made in his post-Hydra life.
Steve just smiled knowingly at him.
“If you change your mind, Darcy is going as Giselle from Enchanted. Nat told me yesterday. They’re going shopping for dresses tomorrow.”
“Never heard of her,” Bucky muttered, splitting off from Steve to take the stairs to his floor. The next evening, a Blu-ray of Enchanted had appeared on his coffee table. Bucky turned up his nose, but Natasha’s commanding note had him sighing and watching the movie anyway.
Despite the typical Disney cheesiness, Bucky found himself enjoying himself and actually laughing a few times at the antics of the ridiculously over the top Prince Edward. Robert seemed a more realistic hero for once and he found himself sympathizing with the man. Bucky was pretty sure there wasn’t going to be a happily ever after for himself, either.
After the movie ended, he sat and thought for a while, then called Natasha.
Darcy bought her dress, shoes, and jewelry, happily spending way more than she normally would thanks to her long hours and careful saving up for the day. The wine colored fit-and flare dress looked amazing on her and the skirt swirled in a very satisfying manner when she turned around.
“You’re going to be turning heads tonight,” Natasha commented as they hauled their purchases home. “Especially a certain someone.”
She wiggled her eyebrows and Darcy sighed.
“Whatever you say. I have no comment,” she said rather stiffly.
Natasha laughed.
“You say that now,” she said.
In the end, Darcy went by herself to the ball, having chickened out about asking Bucky, which she was already kicking herself for. Oh, well. At least she looked fabulous in her dress that looked just like the one Amy Adams wore for the dance.
She perked up a bit when she got to the fancy ballroom Tony had rented and met the rest of the Avengers in full costume. Sure enough, Clint and Laura were Robin Hood and Regina and looked amazing. Tony and Pepper were Captain Hook and Emma Swan.
“Aren’t you a little grey to be Captain Hook?” Darcy teased him. “But that’s a nice costume.”
“Hook’s a lot older than he looks,” Tony replied, waving his fake hook hand around.
Natasha and Steve were Ariel and Eric, which was an unexpected choice, but Nat looked great in her slinky, iridescent turquoise dress and Steve was a fabulous prince. Sharon and Sam were Rapunzel and Flynn Rider and Wanda was Princess Elsa, complete with a gorgeous icy blue dress and fabulous blonde wig. Thor strode around dressed like Hercules and Darcy hung out with him for a few minutes, exchanging small talk.
“Are you also unaccompanied, Darcy?” Thor asked.
“Yeah,” she admitted. “But I’m hanging out with friends and feeling fabulous, so I’ll be alright,” she assured him.
She completely forgot what she’d planned on saying next because Bucky Barnes arrived and was looking so gorgeous, she found she couldn’t breathe.
Bucky, feeling stiff and awkward in his fancy costume, was keeping his eyes peeled for Darcy, even as he greeted Steve, Nat, and Sam, all of whom seemed very surprised, but pleased to see him.
“She’s over by Thor,” Nat whispered helpfully and Bucky looked where she indicated and felt his heart skip several beats and his mouth go dry.
Darcy was looking incredibly gorgeous in a dress like the one from the movie, which was a simple design, but very flattering on her. She’d left her dark hair down and had simple silvery earrings that sparkled in the light from the massive overhead chandeliers.
In this moment, Bucky knew he was a goner. These were NOT platonic friendly reactions he was experiencing right now. Not at all. She locked eyes with him and her own widened, and she full on smiled at him, which propelled him towards her, now oblivious to everyone else in the room.
Darcy swallowed nervously as Bucky approached, looking stunning in an embroidered dark blue jacket clearly meant to replicate Robert’s costume from Enchanted. He’d pulled his hair back into a small ponytail and it only added to the appeal.
“Hi,” she said softly, giving him a smile.
“Hi,” he answered back, looking at her in a way that made her feel downright giddy.
“Wow. Darcy, you look beautiful,” he told her, sincerity oozing from his voice.
“Why thank you,” she replied, trying to resist the urge to fan herself. “You’re looking pretty fabulous yourself. I’d say what a happy coincidence we picked the same movie, but I know our meddling friends better than that.”
Bucky grinned at her.
“Yep. And I have to tell them they were right later.”
“Right about what?” Darcy asked, knowing what the answer was but wanting to hear him say it.
“That I’ve got it bad for you, doll. I didn’t think you felt the same way, so I’ve been trying to ignore it, but I don’t think that’s possible anymore.”
The way he was looking at her was giving Darcy tingles all over and she took a step close to him.
“We’re a couple of fail boats then, because I’ve been feeling the same way, and was also convinced I was stuck in the friend zone,” Darcy admitted. “All our friends could see it, but we sure were oblivious.”
“We were. As a trained spy, I should be embarrassed, but I’m just happy,” Bucky told her. “Wanna dance?”
“Gladly, handsome,” she told him. “I heard you’re very talented in that department.”
Bucky flushed a bit, but shrugged.
“People exaggerate, but I did enjoy it back in the day. Let’s hope I’m not too rusty.”
If Bucky was rusty, Darcy certainly couldn’t tell because she was enjoying herself too much. She’d never danced with a guy who could lead as well as he could and it was glorious. Looking into his blue eyes, she couldn’t help but flush at the expression in them and wondered if she looked equally smitten.
Bucky was thinking about how perfectly they fit together and how her eyes were downright sparkling. That look she was giving him was downright dangerous and he never wanted this moment to end.
They ended up dancing through three more songs before Darcy pulled him away from the party.
“Tired already?” He asked teasingly.
“Bucky Barnes, you’d better kiss me right now, or so help me, Thor…..” she threatened playfully, pointing her finger at him. She didn’t have to say it twice. Bucky had been wanting to kiss her for a long time and just like with the dancing, proved to be very skilled.
“That good enough for Ya?” He finally asked.
“It’s a great start,” she whispered as she caught her breath.
Across the room, their friends looked on in amusement and approval.
“Nice work,” Steve told his girlfriend, who was looking very pleased with herself. “I thought you’d have to lock them in a closet or something.”
“Don’t think that wasn’t on the table if they kept being oblivious or Barnes refused to show up tonight,” Natasha admitted. “And I used to think YOU were the stubborn one.”
Steve laughed.
“You’re my favorite Disney prince, Bucky Barnes,” Darcy told him as they swayed together to a slow song.
“Just don’t expect me to sing or talk to chipmunks,” he muttered playfully. “Gotta draw the line somewhere.”
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100. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”
106. “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“
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“Robbe, I’m dying.”
Sander’s pitiful announcement is followed by another few groans of pain.
“Please kill me so I can die faster.”
When Robbe re-enters the bedroom after having found the lotion in the cabinet, Sander is already lying face down on his bed, naked, with only a short towel covering his buttcheeks. He doesn’t even have to come closer to notice the grimace twisting his face where its mushed into Robbe’s designated pillow, or the tautness of his every muscle as he tries to alleviate the pain somehow.
“You know, this is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done,” he decides, rubbing the ointment between his palms to warm it up a little.
“Hey,” Sander protests weakly, his lips forming into a pout that Robbe would consider cute if it didn’t instantly morph into another wince.
Not wasting anymore time, he straddles his thighs and after placing a soothing kiss on his nape, he gets to work. It’s pretty worrisome that his position didn’t prompt a teasing comment from Sander, and Robbe frowns as he starts gently applying the gel on his upper back, his hands a little unsure as he’s trying not to press too hard and cause him more pain.
“Does it really hurt that bad?” he asks quietly, watching Sander’s face for any sign of discomfort at his ministrations.
“I think I’ll live, your hands are made of magic.” Sander twists his neck to wink at him and immediately moans in regret as a spasm of pain shoots down his back.
Robbe chides him gently and tells him to lie still as he looks around for the bottle he brought to squeeze more gel.
“This feels soooo good, thank you.”
It prompts Robbe to lean down and pepper a few kisses on the visible part of his cheek, never having been immune to Sander’s sweet side coming out to the surface, stripped of any teasing. It’s not often he has him so pliant under his hands, so quiet and so cute Robbe feels his heart doing a little squeeze.
Though, he’d prefer the pain being erased out of the equation because watching Sander hurt sucks.
“This is what happens when old people think they’re still young and springy.” He goes for a joke to lighten the mood and sure enough, the tips of Sander’s lips pull up just a tiny bit. Still, he counts that as victory.
“Be nice to me, Robin, I’m in pain.”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he surrenders hastily, grazing his knuckle on Sander’s cheek in a silent apology.
“You know what could help?”
“What?”
“An orgasm.”
He says it with such a serious face it pulls a laugh out of Robbe’s chest.
“Yeah, I don’t think so, you’re gonna tense up even more and then it’s gonna be really painful.”
“Why can’t I have nice things,” Sander whines dramatically, shifting under him suddenly and jostling Robbe in the process, making him grab his asscheek to keep his balance.
“Hey, don’t feel me up if there’s not gonna be a happy ending.” Sander smirks, proud of his little joke.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt!”
“I know I’m hard to resist but you said it yourself that-”
Robbe clamps a hand on his mouth to shut him up, backing up before Sander does his signature move and licks his palm in retaliation like the 5 year old he is deep down. He promises him a happy ending tomorrow if his back feels better and, in an instant, a pleased smile blooms on Sander’s face making Robbe snort fondly as he tentatively moves on to working out knots in his shoulder blades. They’re crazy tight and he winces in sympathy as Sander lets out a few whimpers at the pressure.
“Man, what were you doing in that gym?”
“Some weight lifting. And stuff.”
That makes Robbe stop in his tracks, fingers halting in the middle of Sander’s tanned back.
“You? Weight lifting? Since when? Wait, why were you even in the gym in the first place?”
Sander shrugs a little. “Hey, I work out.”
Snorting quietly, Robbe runs his fingers on his arms, kneading the muscles he finds there too. “Baby, I’ve never seen you working out.”
“Well you’re not attached to my hip, are you now? I may be working out when you’re not around,” Sander mumbles into the pillow, his tone a little defensive, and now Robbe’s really confused, his hands faltering, especially when he notices the flush spreading through his neck.
“But you hate sports,” he points out, dumbfoundedly, not really knowing what to make of this change of heart. He’s almost certain Sander is rolling his eyes right now.
“I don’t hate it. I’m just not the biggest fan.”
Robbe picks up where he left off, his touches turning firmer as the muscles finally give a bit. “I still don’t get it.”
A deep sigh leaves Sander’s mouth. He bites at the inside of his cheek as his eyes swivel to the side looking for Robbe’s, and the insecure look on his face throws Robbe off even more. “I might have wanted to work on my body a little, okay?”
“But why?”
“You know... maybe finally gets some abs? Like you,” he pauses, considering for a moment if he should continue. “I look kinda skinny next to you.”
There’s stunning silence after his confession, the rising and falling of their chests matching up in the stillness of Sander’s bedroom. Robbe is gaping at him in a total surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
He did it for him?
“Sander...”
The boy turns gingerly on his back, not without huffinf and puffing as his hands find Robbe’s hips to keep him from falling.
He gives him a look from under his lashes. “It’s not a big deal.”
“What-, of course it is, I don’t need you to work out for my benefit or something.”
He ignores the fact he’s now basically sitting on Sander’s dick since the towel slipped off, and leans down, nudging their noses together.
“Baby, all I care about is you being healthy, I couldn’t give less fucks about you having or not having abs,” he stresses, hoping to get his point across loud and clear because Sander being insecure about his body, about his opinion, is something he didn’t see coming at all, and it hurts him that Sander may have had all those thoughts about somehow not being enough for him when in reality, Robbe wakes up every morning marveling at how the fuck he managed to get him all to himself.
Sander’s green eyes don’t exactly look convinced though. “It’s sweet, but-”
“But there’s no but. I love you the way you are. And you’re stupidly gorgeous, by the way. Hot as fuck. Blond or brunette, abs or no abs, all dolled up or puffy and drooling in the morning, should I keep going?” Robbe smiles down at him, triumphantly, cupping his jaw in his still oily and sticky hands, but it’s okay, because he succeeded in shutting Sander up and tinting his cheek pink, and he can feel him relaxing slightly under him.
Sander clears his throat, a little bashful still, and it’s funny to Robbe how the tables have turned; it’s usually the other way around. It’s Sander reassuring him about his rather shallow insecurities, it’s Sander complimenting him left and right, grinning cheekily at Robbe’s embarrassment every time. Robbe’s love and adoration is quieter, more subtle, shown through touches, looks and kisses.
Maybe they weren’t enough though if Sander believed he may care about such unimportant details as the way his body is built.
Maybe it’s time Robbe gets more vocal about what that body does to him.
“You really don’t mind?”
Sander’s quiet voice brings him out of his musings and he slots their lips together, with a tad of desperation, but it feels fitted for the moment.
“Nope. So please, please, leave the weights alone, okay?”
There’s a nod against his cheek, Sander pulling back a little to press a lingering kiss to his lips.
“You’re an angel, you know that?” He says in between kisses and laughs brightly when Robbe nods playfully in agreement, pretending to be cheeky about it. “Will there be more massaging tonight?” Sander gives him his killer puppy eyes and who is Robbe to tell him no.
“And will there be more kisses?”
“Yep. Tonight and the day after that. And the day after that...”
Well, that sounds like a plan Robbe could get behind one hundred percent.
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Jelly smears onto her arm where Gordon grabs her and a ball of wrapping paper and tape is thrust into her hands.
“’t’s for you,” he says, eyes alight as she holds the pink package away from her body.
Penelope stares at him and looks over to her father. Years of etiquette, engrained into her by nurses, nannies and governesses, never prepared her for the clumsy friendship of a five-year-old boy who showed all his teeth when he smiled.
No-one would know if she didn’t thank him. Just the two of them, and she doubts he would even notice.
Her mother would notice. Her dead mother’s presence was everywhere, lurking in the corners of every room and watching Penelope’s every move. Her mother would tell someone and they would tell her father.
Nothing escapes Lord Creighton-Ward, especially not in his own house.
She nods slowly instead, allowing a thin smile to spread across her face.
“Thank you, Gordon.”
There’s dirt on his nose. Her smile falters.
But Gordon is five and starry eyed and in love with the pretty girl who came to play school with his brothers and doesn’t see the lie in her eyes.
He runs back to his mother, heedless of the way Penelope’s eyes follow him.
“Wot’s tha’ milady?”
“Nothing, Parker.”
She means it too.
The gift is never opened, discarded among the steamers and half-eaten plates of food.
Gordon never notices.
***
The next year, he gives her nothing but a cold stare.
***
Time passes and she’s no longer a haughty girl of seven, sulking in the back room of a boring Christmas Eve party, and he’s no longer the kid who follows his brothers like a lost puppy. He bounds first into every room, demanding attention and she can hardly stop herself from giving it to him.
“Hey,” says John, looking slightly affronted at the way her eyes have slipped away from him once again. “You listening to me?”
“Yes.”
She’s lying, and she’s gotten good at that, but John still knows her tells, still knows her.
“Sure.”
It’s hard to hear him over the bright spark of laughter on the other side of the room. Gordon is surrounded, entertaining the small children stuck in the same position she was exactly twelve years ago.
A nudge pulls her from her thoughts and John nods in his direction.
“Talk to him.”
Penelope says nothing and he reads her silence as easily as his mathematical proofs. His mouth twists as he watches her, biting back platitudes that she can’t stand to hear.
“He got you a gift,” John says quietly. His eyes never leave her and she wishes desperately that she could leave. “He spent hours thinking about it, didn’t shut up about it since he drew your–”
“Don’t tell me that.”
His hands rise, open and honest and the words fall heavy between them.
She’d never been more pathetically grateful than when Gordon pulled her name for the annual Christmas round robin. She doesn’t need John to point it out to her.
There’s a dry lump in her throat and it tastes like pity.
Penelope knows she’s being a terrible host, but she allows the silence to stretch between them.
“Do you want another drink?”
She shakes her head, looking very carefully into the flickering flames.
John sighs and collects her glass from the mantle all the same.
“I’ll be back.”
She watches John as he strides across the dance floor, half convinced he’s about to spill the beans to Gordon, but he barely gives him a second glance. Instead, a few short words and a pointed look in her direction sends Virgil her way.
“Penelope, you’re looking wonderful.”
“What did John tell you?”
He grins and offers her his hand.
“Just thought you might appreciate a dance. Take your mind off matters.”
“He told you?”
“Never, our Johnny is a gentleman first. And a dancer last.”
On tiptoes, she spies John over his brother’s shoulder and glares at him as he ducks out of the room.
“One dance then, Mr Tracy.”
“Lady Creighton-Ward.”
In truth, Virgil is a wonderful dancer. They move like starlings in the dusk, mesmerising and perfectly choreographed as the music swells in a familiar beat. It’s easy and joyful, allowing herself to move without thinking while Virgil mutters terribly judgemental comments about the more stuck-up members of her peers.
“Stop it, Virgil,” she whispers, fighting a smile. “It’s not funny.”
He laughs and they dance, allowing the music and conversation to direct their pace and as the song swells, he twirls her, throwing her into a spin with laughter erupting from her lips, and yet it’s Gordon who catches her.
The sound dies and blood rushes to her cheeks. She drops his hand and stares, lips parted, eyes wide.
It’s embarrassing, really.
Virgil has made himself scarce, but her eyes are trained on Gordon alone. In his hands, he holds a present, its yellow bow flopping over like her father’s dog after a long walk, and he smiles, crooked and sweet in its uncertainty.
She can’t bring herself to breathe. His smile falters as his face flushes and he drops his eyes. They stand together and their eyes don’t meet. In one stilted motion, he presses the small box into her palm and turns away.
Their hands never touch, but the gift is still warm. She traces the yellow ribbon as she watches him go.
“Thank you,” she calls out with a rush of courage.
He glances back over his shoulder and shrugs, his smile brilliant between flaming cheeks.
“Welcome, Pen. Happy Christmas.”
And it is.
Later that night, she stares at the neatly wrapped box and turns it over in her hands. She should open it, she knows, but she remembers John telling her how Gordon had agonised over this. He deserves more than a bleary thank you note tainted by exhausted emotion.
She puts the gift aside, ready for Christmas morning when she can take her time.
She wakes up and it’s Christmas Day.
It’s Christmas Day and her father dies.
***
She packs her childhood away and smiles with all the gracious manner he’d always expected of her. People stream through the house; some she hasn’t seen for years and some she’d seen only yesterday. Their comfort is as empty as the house she grew up in.
“We can’t put this off any longer, Penelope.”
Her aunt’s quiet voice breaks through the haze of grief and exhaustion.
“Not yet,” she whispers, watching the door.
“Not even Jeff Tracy can change an international flight plan midcourse. By the time they land, refuel and deal with the bureaucrats in order to get back here, I need to be gone. And you need to be with me.”
She exhales shakily, fighting the tears and tightness in her chest.
“Let me get my things.”
Great Aunt Sylvia nods and Penelope stands. It’s short work but she allows herself to hesitate. She knows what she’s getting into, and there won’t be time for sentimentality in her future. She looks down at the little box she’d placed on her bedside table. She should leave it behind along with her regrets.
She pulls on the ribbon. It’s an impulse and a foolish one, and she can’t stop herself until she holds the gift unwrapped in her hands.
A laugh bubbles out of her, genuine and surprising in the dullness of the day. A pair of door knockers, moulded into the familiar shape of Sherbet, lay gleaming in the tissue paper.
It’s ridiculous and perfect and she can’t help but love it.
“Penelope, dear? No time for dilly-dalliances.”
“I’ll be right down, Aunt Sylvia.”
Penelope collects her things, still biting back a smile. She’ll have them installed while she’s away.
***
Penelope trains in espionage. Gordon joins the military.
She completes her apprenticeship and Jeff Tracy offers her a position. He doesn’t return.
His father dies. She listens, numb, as Scott tries to get through to his superiors. No amount of money or connections will allow Gordon to resurface from his position of deep cover.
Unease settles over the family and no-one asks her to leave the island. So, she stays. She programs her favourite meals into the kitchen computer, hands tools to Brains and tells Parker to look after Mrs Tracy. Her employer is dead, but she’s not sure where else she should be.
Alan follows her around. Virgil sleeps. She doesn’t know what Scott and John are doing, locked away in the study.
Eventually, Gordon comes back. He’s lost his healthy tan and the bags under his eyes look like storm clouds. Still, he laughs as he swings Alan around in a hug, and drags Virgil out of his room, and needles at his other two brothers until they finally tell him the plan moving forward.
International Rescue will continue and Penelope no longer feels like a stranger on the island. The black despair begins to peel back and she can feel the hope and determination they all share.
It’s a gift.
***
He’s bashful.
He’s infuriating.
He’s scared.
He’s ecstatic.
He’s lost.
He’s safe.
His father is alive.
His father is alive and he’s looking at her, joy in his eyes and determination behind his smile.
He slips beneath the cool armour she forged in the wake of her father’s funeral with a kiss.
There’s no time to talk until there is.
He walks his grandmother’s son across the room and turns to her.
He reaches out and she meets him there.
***
It’s a fragile thing between them, still nebulous and undefined. Her breath catches as he slides an arm around her waist and tucks himself against her skin. Great Aunt Sylvia would never approve of such a blatant display. Parker certainly doesn’t.
It’s vulnerable and honest, and so very Gordon, and she tenses as his family’s eyes land on them, bracing herself for the scrutiny to which she’s opening herself. He tugs her close, careless and unrepentant beneath the gentle ribbing and wolf whistles. She can hear the distinct bleep of money being transferred between bank accounts and shoots a glare in Virgil’s direction.
It turns out that no-one finds them very interesting, hardly saying a word and playing with each other’s hands.
He presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, until it spreads into a smile of her own beneath him. Her eyes flutter closed and she moves to clutch at the hand that cups her cheek.
“Hey,” he whispers, mouth against her skin. “Happy Birthday.”
She pulls away and stares.
“I thought you said we would exchange gifts on Christmas. I haven’t wrapped yours yet, you should have told me and–”
“Pen,” he interrupts, laughing a little. “I said ‘Happy Birthday’. It’s not Christmas time just yet.”
“I don’t understand.”
He shrugs as he reaches behind him with a sheepish grin.
“Well, it’s just I know how it is, being born near a holiday. Gotta imagine being born the day before Christmas lends itself to that combined present crap far too easily for people.” He glances down at the parcel, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. “I know you said you didn’t want a fuss, but I wanted you to know I was thinking of you today.”
She loves him. The thought is no longer new or surprising but for the first time she embraces it and allows it to warm her heart instead of squirrelling the idea away in a fit of shame. He thought of her and she loves him and she doesn’t care about presents, not really, but no one had ever thought of her like he does.
He hands her a brightly wrapped parcel and she can’t help the dopey smile that grows as she holds it in her hands.
“Thank you, Gordon,” she says, still staring in delight.
“Well, there’s more where that came from.” It’s a self-conscious laugh, tinged with uncertainty and he can’t help himself and the question spills forth. “You like it?”
“I haven’t opened it yet,” she says with a laugh of her own. “But I already love it.”
He looks entirely too pleased with himself, but she knows how to fix that these days. Leaning forward, she kisses him herself, paying no mind to the rest of the family.
“Merry Christmas, darling.”
#thunderbirds are go#tag team secret santa#secret santa 2020#thunderbirds 2015#Lady Penelope#Gordon Tracy#Pen and Ink#gordon x penelope
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5 Times Damian Says Happy to Hear it and the 1 Time He Means It
warnings: attempted r-a-p-e (in number three so just skip three of you don’t want to read it), some steamy content, swearing, angst
soundtrack aka what I listened to while I wrote this: Turning out II by AJR (I’m trying it our for you @loveswifi and it’s going pretty good so far) and All the Small Things by Blink 182
1
Jon jumped narrowly avoiding a blast and saw Robin jump down beside him Robin had been gone for half the fight.
“Where have you been?” Jon asked staring at Damian who adjusted the tunic of his uniform.
“Doing something,” Damian said grabbing Jon’s hand and running toward a window and bombs started going off. Damian spun Jon into his arms quickly and they jumped, Damian shot his grappler and then landed two rooftops over.
“What was that?” Jon asked breathing heavily.
“Which part?” Damian asked confused.
“The disappearing, the bombs, the jumping off of a FIFTY STORY BUILDING all without telling me!” Jon yelled still taking sharp breathes.
“Tt, I knew you would act like this. I would have told you otherwise corncob,” Damian asked rolling his eyes in annoyance and flicking the other’s nose.
“Why didn’t you just light the whole building on fire and stab me with kryptonite next time?” Jon asked crossing his arms pouting.
“I didn’t know it meant the much to you to be kept in the loop,” Damian said looking at Jon who was fuming.
“I hate you,” Jon said walking over to the edge off the roof.
“Happy to hear it,” Damian retorted walking over to Jon grabbing his waist again before swan diving off of another roof. Jon was screaming at the top of his lungs to put him down. “Are you sure?” Damian asked and Jon screamed even louder when Damian made his hand slip a little and Jon wrapping his arms around Damian’s neck trying to hold on.
They landed at the Kent’s apartment and Jon walked in shuddering and carefully closing his window.
“You may hate me now, but soon you’ll learn to love me beloved.”
2
Jon was sitting in his bedroom minding his own business when Damian popped up out of nowhere. Jon yelped and fell off the bed and got up to yell at his friend who just pulled him into his chest and put a hand over his mouth.
“You’re dad is still home and I don’t feel like answering any questions right now,” Damian said and Jon nodded.
“You ok up there Jonno?” Clark yelled up to his son.
“Yeah dad just great, have fun on your date with mom!” Jon yelled back. Damian sat on Jon’s bed looking around his room.
“Jon?” Damian asked the panting boy who was pacing around his room running fingers through his dark hair.
“What?” Jon asked twitching slightly.
“Sit,” Damian said. Jon looked at the ground walking over to the bed and sitting on the other edge from Damian. “Am I too much?” Damian asked. His brother Jason told him he was too aggressive and too much for other people to handle which Jason had no right calling him out on the first one.
“You’re fine the way you are, you grew up a little different so it just takes some time to adapt,” Jon said looking away from his friend. Damian was starting to grow like a weed and Jon wasn’t keeping up anymore. Damian’s eyes started to show a glimmer of hope in the once cold green, he had tanned skin that just completed his look with his slight smirk that he always wore.
“Something wrong Kent?” Damian asked looking at his friend who was staring at him.
“No, not at all, back to Kent though? I was hoping calling me Jon was going to become a thing,” Jon teased and Damian tutted and offered Jon a hand standing up.
“We’re going for a ride,” Damian said and Jon just laughed. They walked out to Damian’s two seater speeding down back roads. Jon put on some music and there were opening notes to a song that Damian didn’t recognize. The song seemed sad and he took the time to really listen to the lyrics. Damian didn’t really expect something so complex from the younger boy. “Wow, you are about as edgy as a butter knife,” Damian asked and Jon gasped.
“How dare you bash my AJR.” Jon lifted the phone so Damian couldn’t reach to change the song.
They pulled back into Jon’s driveway about an hour later.
“Get back inside before mommy and daddy get back from their date,” Damian said to Jon who unbuckled and opened the door.
“I hate you,” Jon said swatting Damian’s arm on the way out.
“Happy to hear it,” Damian said and Jon walked back to his house, flew up to his window, and waved before stepping inside. “Sleep tight beloved.”
3
Jon was chained to a wall kryptonite dangling in front of his face.
“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” a big man asked from the shadows stepping forward.
“That’s Superboy sir,” a thug said before laughing slightly obnoxious and dumb.
“I know!” the man yelled aggravated. “Where’s your little ninja boyfriend?” he asked after looking around.
“Robin? We’re not dating,” Superboy said laughing a little at the thought of him and Damian going on dates like normal people.
“So you’re single? The man asked all of a sudden a lot closer lifting his face up with his thumb and forefinger gripping his chin almost painfully.
“Yeah, and I’m thirteen,” Superboy said pulling himself up with the chains and kicking the man in the chest with his unrestrained legs.
“Boss!” two of the thugs ran over to help the man back up.
“You’re going to regret that precious,” the boss said getting up.
“Oh yeah? Are we already moving on to the nicknames stage? Can I call you old man?” Superboy asked getting a little cocky.
“Just shut up, you’re a lot prettier when you don’t talk,” boss said stepping back into Superboy’s personal space nodding to the two thugs to grab his legs.
“Hey, get off of me!” Superboy yelled thrashing around. “Robin!” Superboy hoped that his friend was there and was going to help him.
“Aw, look at him begging for help,” the boss said grabbing Superboy’s neck pushing him into the wall. “Now where were we?” the boss asked face getting closer and Superboy couldn’t see because of tears gushing out. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t feel or smell. Boss’ breathe was like alcohol and his calloused hand around his neck was moving up thumb grazing his jawline.
“I believe that I was just about to kill you,” a voice said from behind the boss and he was ripped away with thugs screaming in pain. Robin stepped into Superboy’s line of sight.
“Get. Me. Down.” Superboy growled and Robin took a second to look at the setup that they had used. “I hate you,” Superboy said and Robin cut the chains and pocketed the kryptonite putting it in a lead case.
“Happy to hear it,” Robin said and he was happy to hear that Jon was safe and not being hurt by that old man. Robin offered him his hand and they made their way to the next rooftop and sat down.
“I-I thought he was going to...” Superboy trailed off not even wanting to finish the sentence cause it made it feel more real.
“I wouldn’t have let that happen,” Robin said seriously.
“Thank you for showing up,” Superboy said putting his head on Robin’s shoulder.
“Always.” Robin rested his head on top of Superboy’s wrapping an arm around the younger’s waist trying to make him feel safe. Superboy started crying again. “It will be ok, I’ve got you,” Robin said rubbing his back until Superboy fell asleep and their fathers came to collect them.
4
Lois looked at the front page of the paper. “Horrific Child Rapist Stopped by New Super Couple Robin and Superboy!” she ran to the editing room pissed off but determined for answers.
“This story about Robin and Superboy, how do you know that they’re dating?” Lois asked freaking out slightly.
“Look at page seven,” the editor said going back to work. She flipped through the pages and then saw three pictures one was a security camera shot of her son chained up and a man way too close to him, the next was another security shot of Robin beating everyone to the ground and the last was a picture taken by their very own Jimmy Olsen of Jon’s head on Damian’s shoulder and the other’s head on Jon’s head and a comforting hand on his back.
“Oh hell no,” Lois said dialing Clark’s number.
“What’s up honey?” Clark asked through the phone watching his son train with Robin.
“Jon isn’t allowed to hang out with Damian anymore,” Lois said slamming the paper on her desk.
“Oh, is this about the newspaper this morning and all the blogs and websites? Bruce saw it this morning and he thought it was hilarious,” Clark said remembering Bruce smiling at it before walking away this morning when Clark came to drop Jon off for training.
“Which part, the forty year old trying to rape our son or our son dating someone with as much emotional availability as a rag,” Lois said going off on her husband and Jimmy looked over at her confused.
“The kids dating honey, that would be great they used to hate each other and this shows how much they’ve grown. If it helps sweetie, Damian put all of the men that were involved in full body casts,” Clark said and Lois sighed.
“Yeah, that helps a little,” Lois said before hanging up. Clark looked back at Jon who was laughing at something Damian was trying to show him.
“Ok Kent, arm back and throw it with as much force as possible,” Damian said and Jon brought his arm back like Damian said. “No like this.” Damian walked over behind Jon adjusting the younger’s hips and arm standing behind him to make sure that he didn’t move back. “Throw it.” Damian’s hot breathe on Jon’s neck made it a little hard to focus. The knife hit a little off center and Damian brought him another one and Jon sighed and shook his head.
“No more,” Jon said walking away slowly.
“You’re not going to get better if you don’t practice!” Damian yelled after him.
“I hate you!” Jon yelled back.
“Happy to hear it! Now get back here!” Damian yelled running after the super. Jon looked at the table and saw the newspaper and the front cover was a picture of him and Damian from the night on the roof.
“Oh hell no,” Jon said picking up the paper and Damian walked over behind him looking at the paper.
“It was just a mission taken out of context,” Damian said smirking slightly.
“Yeah, this will all die down right?” Jon asked looking over his shoulder at the older boy.
“Yeah, absolutely.”
5
Robin dropped down holding an unconscious man and Superboy floated down next to him holding three into a crowd of reporters.
“Robin! Superboy! We have questions!” reporters yelled in their direction shoving cameras into their faces.
“Robin,” Superboy said looking over at his friend nervous and Robin just rolled his eyes under the mask and pulled Superboy over to him and grappled up the building to the roof.
“Tell me you got that!” a reporter said to her cameraman. News crews were on the scene as well.
“This just in, Robin makes it a point that his and Superboy’s relationship is private and doesn’t want it public by taking Superboy away when he got nervous in front of news crews more information to come.”
Anchors were trying to stress the fact that the two boys were dating and it was all over every news station. Superboy was watching the news on his phone on the roof while Robin changed into Damian. “Robin seems very protective of his boyfriend who seems to get startled by media quite easily, this could be a match made in Heaven.” Damian grabbed the phone and threw it off the roof.
“What the fuck Damian?” Jon asked looking at his hands where his phone just was.
“I’ll buy you a new one and stop spending time with Todd it’s not a good look for you,” Damian said before turning around. Jon changed his pants and pulled on a collared shirt and sweater.
“I hate you,” Jon said putting his glasses on.
“Happy to hear it,” Damian said walking over to the edge of the roof. “Let’s go.” Damian jumped off the roof and Jon jumped down after Damian catching him under his arms seven feet before the ground.
“What’s the plan?” Jon asked looking around at the reporters who were still in front of the building.
“Playing strangers,” Damian said and walked forward making Jon wait about a minute before walking as well keeping his eyes anywhere except for Damian. They walked by and a reporter ran up to Jon.
“Do you know where Robin and Superboy are right now?” she asked starting to fangirl.
“Probably doing something super romantic!” one suggested swooning.
“Yeah, Robin’s probably giving him flowers and proposing right now,” another gushed trying to look up to see the roof of the building.
“Yeah, sure. I really have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jon said backing away slowly but the first reporter grabbed his wrist.
“Aren’t you Lois Lane and Clark Kent’s kid?” she asked eyeing him up and down.
“Yup, have a nice day ma’am,” Jon said before taking off at full human speed down the road. “I’m going to kill Damian.”
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Jon wasn’t expecting a call from a tired Dick Grayson at 6 in the morning but that didn’t mean that he didn’t get one.
“I need you to get here as soon as possible, Damian got really hurt, he woke up once and said your name before passing out again, I think he would want you here,” Dick said and Jon’s heart was pumping loudly in his ears for him to focus on what Dick was saying. He hung up and rushed downstairs.
“I need to go to Gotham, Damian’s hurt and Dick called asking me to be there for him, I really need to be there for him please,” Jon said begging and Clark nodded in understanding.
Once Jon got to the Batcave, he stood there watching the three brothers stare at their unconscious brother. Dick was the first to notice he was there and walked over leading him to the med bay.
“What did he even do?” Jon asked looking at the bed ridden Damian Wayne.
“He disobeyed Bruce and went on a solo mission to fight a bunch of men with Bane venom. You can picture what happened next,” Dick said and Jason looked around bored as Tim sipped his coffee curled up in his chair.
“They must have said something for him to lose it,” Jason said looking at his brothers and Jon questioningly.
“I heard what they said but holy shit, they were talking about how he doesn’t deserve Superboy and about what they would do to him when they found him and let me tell you it was not to kill him,” Tim shuddered. “Point is, Damian was pissed,” Tim added going back to drinking his coffee.
“Thank you for the vivid picture replacement,” Jason said shaking his head trying to get rid of the picture and looking away from Jon.
“This is all my fault, if I had never wanted to meet Batman then I would have never met Damian and never become friends with him and he wouldn’t be like this now or nay other time that he got himself in trouble just to defend me,” Jon said looking down.
“That’s not true Jon, we’re all happy that Damian has someone that he can talk to and someone that truly understands what he’s going through. You two are perfect for each other and you’ll see that soon enough,” Dick said hugging Jon from behind. “We’re all going to take showers, how about you stay with him,” Dick suggested and Jon nodded sitting down.
Jon listened to Damian’s heartbeat slowing down and stood up looking at Damian in shock. “Come on Damian! Who’s going to give me advice or save me from a creepy old man with kryptonite? Who’s going to make fun of the news with me? Who’s going to counter me every step of the way? Who’s going be the opposite of me, who’s going to be my grump?” Jon asked shaking his friend. “I can’t lose you Damian I love you too much! Did you hear that Damian? I love you,” Jon cried into Damian’s chest. He sobbed for a few minutes and a hand started kneading through his hair playing with it gently.
“Happy to hear it beloved,” a voice said and Jon looked up to see Damian smiling at him. Jon practically leaped into the older boy’s arms. “Tt, you’re squishing me,” Damian said but wrapped his arms tightly around the super’s middle.
“I should have been there,” Jon said into Damian’s neck.
“I’m glad you weren’t,” Damian said pulling Jon closer. They laid there feeling each other breathe and hearts thumping erratically against rib cages. “Jon?” Damian called out to the other boy who looked up sitting in Damian’s lap to give the other boy all his attention. “Can I kiss you?” Damian asked and Jon turned redder than his father’s cape.
“Y-yeah I gu...” Jon was yanked back down by the front of his shirt fists landing on the sides of Damian��s head lips meeting and spark flying. Damian’s hands found a new home crawling up Jon’s back sneaking under his shirt feeling the effortless muscle that the boy had built up just by living. Jon was feeling so many new things at once Damian’s hand squeezing his bare hip, Damian’s hair beneath his fingers, and dear rao was that a tongue? Ok now Jon was feeling a shit ton of new things and most of them had to do with Damian’s hand wandering a little farther south and tongues intertwining with each other.
Jon pulled back hearing footsteps and jumped off of Damian. He saw Jason walking in and Damian just looked at him and Jason stared back mouth wide open.
“What were you two doing down here before I got here?” Jason asked pulling himself together.
“Talking,” Jon said hoping that Jason bought it.
“Talking gave Damian that?” Jason asked eyes wide again gesturing to Damian’s lower half and calling his brothers down.
“I hate you for being attractive,” Damian said glaring at Jon as Tim and Dick ran into the room.
“Happy to hear it!” Jon said winking before speeding off leaving a bunch of confused batboys and a pissed Damian. So worth it.
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prompt for luffy/nami: maps
Am I super late? Yes, of course. I think I received this ask in...June? May? I don't remember, so I apologize from the bottom of my heart, dear anon, but I was going mad with deadlines and I'm still going through a writing block, so I really hope you like it! I swear I did my best. <3
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map of the problematique
The day was almost ending, the sky burning with the sunset, and Nami still had a pencil in her hand, scribbling lines and forms on a once empty paper. Other supplies scattered across the table, along with the quietness of the library, helped her finish another map successfully.
Being able to see the piece of work coming to life filled Nami's chest with pride and joy; there wasn't a clear explanation to what she felt every time.
She took a deep breath and tried to rest her sight — looking intently at one thing for an extended period always gave her a headache, even if it was her beloved maps or tangerines. Robin was there with her too, but her silence was welcoming and contrasted so much with the usual ruckus of the ship. Nami rested her face on her right hand, admiring the neatly drawn shapes and lines, how her scale was correctly measured, she double-checked, and the vivid colors on the paper. She ran her free hand over the map with fondness, a soft smile on her face while thanking the heavens for being free to do what she liked; what she was meant to do.
Sometimes, Nami wondered how her life would have been like if she had never met Luffy. Where would she be now? Still with shackles on her feet, bound to Arlong? Stealing, risking her life, suffocating more and more?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door and the voice of her captain, "Oi, Nami, are you there? Can I come in?"
Robin chuckled and stood up, walking in the direction of the door to let the firecracker of a man get in. She opened the door and smiled at him, saying with the calm voice of usual, "Hello, Luffy. Can we help you with anything?"
"Hey, Robin, didn't know you were here. Can I stay here with you two?" he asked with his never-ending energy.
Hmph, always brighter than the sun, Nami thought.
"Why, of course. But I was already on my way out. Nami is still staying for a while. Want to keep her company?" Robin asked and looked over her shoulder to the navigator, winking at her.. Nami narrowed her eyes and pouted, catching on the implicit invitation behind her words.
Why must Robin be so damn smart? For fuck's sake.
Luffy had no idea of what had just transpired between the girls and happily added, "Sure! Bye, Robin!"
The archeologist softly grinned and sprouted two hands, patting their heads and bidding them goodbye. Nami heard Luffy's chuckle before the door clicking shut and right after, the sound of his flip-flops across the floor. She felt his breathing on her neck and couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine, her heart starting to beat at an alarming pace in the blink of an eye.
He rested his head on hers and asked, cheerful and beaming as a goddamn sunflower, "Hey Nami! Can I see your maps?"
She knew she couldn't be the sun like him, especially not after the trick he played on her the day before so she grunted, "No."
"C'mon, Nami! Lemme!" Luffy whined like a spoiled brat, entangling his rubber arms around her neck. Took a shower and smelling nice, aren't you?
Nami sighed and crossed her arms, fighting the urge to look in his direction and forcing her heartbeat to stabilize. Damn him and his damned carefree laugh. She snorted, "Luffy, what are you doing here? Don't you have anything else to do?"
"Sheesh, Nami! You're mean! If you don't want me here then just tell me." He let a deep breath and she could feel him pouting. Luffy was still holding her when he spoke again, voice low, "You have been away for almost the whole day, Nami. I was just worried."
"Of course I was, you moron! Have you forgotten what you did yesterday? You almost fucked up the maps that took me almost two weeks to finish!" How easy it was for him to stir her up and make her angry. Luffy was amazing but sometimes he acted like a child, something that always drove her mad.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" He held her tight so she wouldn't escape but careful enough to not strangle her. A great show of controlled strength. She tried to disentangle herself from his embrace, but that only made him encircle his legs around her torso now. Acting like a child again, wanting the adult to forgive him at all costs. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to! I swear I'll… I swear I'll… I swear I'll eat vegetables for a week, and I won't complain!"
His plea seemed sincere, but the idea that he was bargaining a thing that should be on his menu on a daily basis, instead of the huge chunks of meat he thinks is the only necessary thing to make him survive, baffled her. Then, it came in fits and bursts. One snort, then a second, the third was already mixed with laughter, and in the end, Nami was laughing at her heart's content.
He followed her, chuckling slowly and grinning warmly, then his candy-coated laugh that always melted her heart finally reached her ears. They laughed until their ribs hurt. Luffy's occasional child behavior would always provoke two reactions in her: complete anger or complete amusement. Sometimes both.
"Okay, okay. I'm fine, you silly goose. Thanks for apologizing." Nami patted his head, finally having the courage to look into his owlish eyes. His grin became bashful when their eyes met, but he stayed wrapped around her. She pinched his nose lightly and said in a loving voice, "C'mon, let me go. You must be feeling uncomfortable holding me like that, with the chair between us."
Luffy instantly released her, the characteristic sound of his arms and legs retracting echoing in her ears before grabbing another chair and sitting beside her. Her anger towards him long forgotten Nami decided to get back to work. Sometimes it was complicated to get things done when the captain was around but there were times where Luffy would seek her for silence.
The boy from two years ago wasn't like that. But the man he was now valued quiet and peaceful times as well. He was often watching the sunset, humming some song sitting on top of the Sunny's figurehead. Sometimes he was even lost in thought.
He rested his head on her shoulder, watching her pencil carefully slide across a new blank paper, firm and precise black lines appearing. Luffy's silence and steady breathing allowed Nami to enter her focused mode once again.
“Whaddya wanna do after you finish the map of the world?” Her captain spoke again after a while, voice a bit rough from disuse and a bit husky, something she hasn’t gotten used to yet and still has no idea how to deal with. It made her hand falter, the perfect line broken now, and a vein popped on her forehead.
Nami took a deep breath, picking up the pencil and sharpening it before answering him, "I… Don't know?"
"Wanna go back to your village?" Luffy asked, apparently not paying attention to the way her concentration was interrupted.
She looked down at his face resting on her shoulder, meeting his eyes and responding warily, "I still haven’t thought about it, Luffy. We still have a long way to go before all of our goals are achieved."
Nami heard his agreement in the form of an "Mm-hmm,” and they both fell silent again. It was completely dark outside now, and the lights of the library had turned on automatically. The navigator decided to call it a day and give some attention to her friend, waiting patiently for her. Waiting was not precisely the right word since she could hear soft snores, but he stayed there, by her side trying not to bother her, but wanting a bit of her presence.
She put away the new map with the others, organized her drawing supplies and putting them away in the drawer below her dedicated desk in the library. Nami rested her hand on her now empty desk, drumming her fingers following the rhythm of the happy-go-lucky songs coming to life through Brook’s violin and thinking about what she could do right now with the moron glued to her side.
A stolen glance at his peaceful face was all she needed to make her forget any of her worries. The face of someone who's half boy and half man, who has kindness in every movement and was able to see right through people. A beautiful soul able to connect with anyone's soul. Her best friend and the boyish man she loves, a person who lived his life to its fullest. Always wanting people around to do the same.
Nami scooped him in her arms — he always became a bit lighter when sleeping — and nestled him to her chest when she settled them down on the couch next to the window. The motion woke him up, but he only curled more against her. The red head rested her chin on his head and mumbled softly, "And you? What do you wanna do after becoming the Pirate King, Luffy?"
"Keep traveling, I guess." He answered and shrugged, voice still hoarse, now from sleeping.
Nami knew that was an answer that suited him. The freest man in the world would like to keep traveling, learning new things, and meeting new people. She just nodded as he started to play with a thread of her hair before asking, absentminded, "Do you think you'll finish the map of the world before I become Pirate King, Nami?"
"Honestly, I don't think so. The world is huge, and the sea is vast. It will take me a long while, I guess."
It was true. Nami would probably be one of the last to achieve her dream. Not that she minded, no. If the Pirate King wanted to keep traveling then she would continue being his navigator for however long he needed. Eventually she'd finish her map, and his promises to her would be fulfilled.
"Good. That means you'll stay," Luffy replied quietly.
She chuckled and watched him wrap a thread of her hair around his finger, "Are you still so dependent on your navigator, Captain? I can make you a copy of my maps."
"It's not that!" Luffy turned around fast, almost headbutting her, his face closer than before. She meant to scold him, she really did. But the way he was looking at her, with pleading eyes and some emotion behind it she couldn't quite put her finger on it forced her to shut up. Was he truly afraid of being left alone? Did he think they'd separate again?
But there it was once more, the fuzzy feeling every time she was the focus of his undivided attention. The mysterious warmth that enveloped her when he was that close, when she was caught off guard. Although she knew there was no mystery there, she knew the reason behind the phenomenon, definitely knew how to spell the word that explained it all.
It had been easy falling for that mess of a man, there was no one in the word that was immune to Luffy's charm. The man had the whole world in his hands, always captivating people everywhere he went with his simplicity. But admitting that… Admitting that had been hard.
And there wasn't a time where Nami didn't have to fight the urge of finally reaching, of finally closing the gap. Maybe I can do it today?
"Then what is it, Captain?" she leaned in, her lips almost brushing against his and let herself hope he wouldn't push her away.
Luffy stared at her lips, her eyes, and then her lips again.
She wondered if Luffy had ever kissed anyone. And if he did, how would he kiss? How would it feel— her lips on his? Would it be like kissing a rubber? That’d definitely be weird. Would she find out today? Why couldn’t she close the gap?
Afraid. You’re afraid this would change everything.
And losing Luffy would be like a nightmare. It would be suffocating the same way she felt when working on her maps for Arlong in that lonely room.
But Luffy had another idea in mind. There was almost no one as straightforward as him and he made the decision for her.
Oh.
It felt like rubber and she finally satiated her curiosity, but for some reason it wasn’t weird. It was a simple peck on her lips, gentle and chaste. Maybe that answered her question, maybe he hasn’t kissed anyone yet and her heart soared as she thought she might be the first one, feeling like a little girl again.
He indeed had the world and her heart in his hands.
Luffy moved away a bit, his owlish eyes piercing hers, studying her reaction. It had been so quick, so fleeting, but her lips tingled. And that was so unfair because she wanted more but had no idea if she could ask for it. She was a greedy witch, but this was way more dangerous than money and bets.
But then he dived in again, this time with a hand on her neck and the other on her hip, squeezing and making her open her mouth in protest. She felt the tip of his tongue and felt his hesitation. He was unsure of what to do despite his initiative. It was sweet and endearing, but she remembered how greedy she was. And Luffy was her treasure much like her gold and maps.
Hands tangling in the hair on the back of his neck, the growl he let out making her pull him closer, as much closer they could be. Her tongue brushed against his and it’s really all downhill from there.
When she broke the kiss, who knows how much time later, she looked at him, trying to make him see that she wanted to know the answer to her question.
His big toothy smile told her he was about to assure her everything was okay, but he actually didn’t need to. Everything was always okay when he was around, even with his shenanigans, even after he almost destroyed two weeks’ worth of work.
""It's not about the maps! I just don't wanna sail without you, Nami!"
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