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luveline · 6 months

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hi jade! can I make a request for kbd au, maybe one of the girls gets sick or is in the hospital and Steve and r trying to take care of her and the other girls but are worried themselves. pls ignore if you don’t like this love your writing:)))

ty for requesting! ily i hope this is ok ♡ kisses before dinner —you and beth spend some time in the hospital. mom!reader, 1.5k

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

Bethie looks up in your lap with red-rimmed eyes, her eyelids puffy. They look so sore. You bring your hand up to touch her cheek.

“When's everyone coming back?”

You lean back in her hospital bed and pull her against your chest. “Soon, baby. So soon. Are you missing everyone?”

“Yeah. Avery said, um, that she would let me,” —she rubs her little nose into your collar— “sleep in her bed with her when I go home.”

Bethie will be sleeping in your bed for a while so you can keep an eye on her, but you let her believe it because she sounds very eager.

For now, you aren't sure when she'll be going home, but certainly not tonight. She's having trouble breathing at night, and her skin warms yours with the intensity of a space heater. “You're not enjoying our big sleepover?” you ask. Four days and counting, you've slept here every night in chairs slumped over her lap or briefly in the foldout cot beside her.

She was too sick to remember the first two days, but now she's getting better she's realised you're doing something strange together, and she may be poorly, but she seems particularly pleased to have your undivided attention. “I love it!” she says in a rush, prompting a wracking cough into your shirt. You rub her back. “Sorry.”

“If you need to cough, you do it, baby.” You bring a tissue up to her mouth and clean away the spittle. “Don't be sorry. Cough all over me.”

You hold her close. You didn't need Steve to tell you to take care of her to do it, but you can't get the memory of the run up to Beth's hospital stay out of your head.

I think– I think we need to take her to Urgent Care. His sickly terror, but his surety, too. Steve was gonna make whatever decision he needed to and you couldn't have stopped him (and wouldn't want to). By the time you called Robin to watch the others, your girl getting sicker and sicker, Beth couldn't keep her eyes open.

Not you nor Steve nor Beth made it home that night. Steve, squinting with a migraine, had relented in the early morning. You'll stay and I'll go home, he'd said. You wouldn't call it selfish to want to be the one to stay, but it was selfless of him to volunteer to go home. He hasn't once asked you to leave her side. So you look after her for me, too. You have to do double.

“Here, my love,” you murmur, bringing a sippy cup to her lips. Doesn't matter that she's too old for it. “It's just juice, don't worry. No more medicine.”

“I miss daddy,” she says, pushing the cup away.

“I know. He should be here any minute now, yeah? And when he comes he's going to be all worried and bossy about how you're feeling, so let's drink this juice. It'll make your voice less crackly.”

“Is it crackly?” she asks, surprised.

“Yeah, babe,” you say with a laugh, “it's like crunchy sugar, you can't hear it?”

“What?” she asks, giggling between little coughs.

You hold her cup to her lips. She values her father's esteem for you, drinking her juice and settling back into your arms just in time for him to arrive. He has yet to be mad at you during this time, but you're sure he'd threaten violence if Bethie wasn't getting all the attention and care that could possibly be given. The first thing he says is, “Hello, my girl, how are you feeling today?”

You try not to rush her out of your arms and into his, but he has company. Steve picks Bethie up from your arms with the same slow hesitance he'd hold a newborn, his lips quick to the top of her head. “Sweetheart,” he says softly, “hello,” before he goes completely silent.

Robin stands behind him with your teeny tiny baby held in her car carrier with both hands, and Avery and Dove toddle in front of them with matching grins. You slink off of the bed and crouch down, nearly knocked on your butt as they rush you.

“I missed you! I missed you so much!” you shower their cheeks with kisses before pulling them in for hugs. Over their heads, you give Robin your best smile. “How's she doing?”

“She misses you. Or she hates me. Either or.”

“You're the best friend in the entire world.” You close your eyes into the cuddling. “She loves you.”

Steve sits down on the side of the bed and rubs Bethie's back, all but covering the short breadth of it with spread fingers stroking up and down. “You look better today,” he says. He speaks softly. You have to strain to understand him. “Did mommy give you a shower? You look sparkly clean.”

Bethie curls into him.

“I missed you,” he says. “I miss you every second you're not home, I can't wait for you to come home.” He looks up at you. You shake your head gently. “But how about this hospital bed, huh? This looks comfy. Can I lie down?”

Steve lays down in the bed with Beth against his chest. He looks super tired, his eyes wrinkled in the corners and his jaw set in pain. Bethie rises up to squish her cheek against his. Steve makes a kiss sound. “Aw, Beth. Love you.”

Dove wants to be on the bed —this is a vaguely new place to her and she's a toddler. She whines until you lift her up, while Robin puts Wren's car seat in a vinyl chair and sets about unclicking her straps.

“Is she feeling better?” Avery asks, holding up her hands.

You walk into her outstretched arms. “She is. Not one hundred percent better, but better. She just needs to stay a little bit longer.”

“How long?”

“What did the doctor say this morning, Beth?” you ask with a smile. “Just one more night for checks. Then hopefully tomorrow we can all go home.”

It takes a while to get everyone settled. Robin sits in one of the chairs and you the other, Wren placed in her car carrier to your left. Avery climbs into your lap, and you find no reason to dissuade her from sprawling backwards, her head under your chin. Steve hugs Beth with a palpable relief about him, though he holds Dove's hand when the smaller girl insists. It's surprisingly peaceful. There's nothing to do but wait for your girl to get better.

“I missed you,” Steve says again, Beth hanging on his every word, “I can't remember the last time you spent so long away from home. Are you and mommy having a good time?”

“My–” Beth struggles for words, her chest giving a weak wheeze, “my voice is funny.”

“You think so?” He brings his legs up, eyes closing as Beth does the same. “Sounds the same to me.”

You can't miss the way he's hugging her. You've never seen him so relieved. It lingers in his every touch, every word he says, even as he makes his silly jokes.

Steve spends at least ten minutes like that laying with them before he looks up. “Ave, you still need the bathroom?”

Avery jolts. “Thanks for reminding me!” She springs up on her feet. “Mom, will you come with me?”

“Sure I will.” You stand with her, giving Wren a quick glance over before sidling up to the side of the bed. Steve looks up at you funny. “Steve?”

“What?”

You lean down to his ear. “Honey, will you stay with Beth tonight? Just so I can see the baby? I can't stand being away from Beth when she's sick, but I'm really worrying about her,” you whisper.

Steve's eyes widen. “Are you sure?”

He's not stupid. He knows what you're doing.

You nod quickly. You could say a lot of things to him —of course I'm sure, you should've stayed two days ago, you've been so good letting me be here with her— but Avery tugs on your hand, winging, and you only have time to touch Beth's back. She'll be in good hands.

Beth is upset to see you go that night, but she missed her dad. Steve hugs each of the girls in turn while Beth lays tucked in bed, even Robin, who laughs and complains about his touchiness and how it gets worse every year. You wait with them in your coat for your turn, sick to your stomach.

“I'll call you before nine,” he promises, squeezing you tightly. “You did such a good job, Y/N.”

“...What, no joke about leaving it to the pro?”

“I'm being thoughtful.” Steve kisses you, hugs you again, kisses you a second time. He can't decide what he's doing. “I love you. I'll see you in the morning.”

You kiss his cheek. It takes you another fifteen minutes to leave, busy making Bethie promises. I'll see you tomorrow, I love you so much, brave girl, your dad's gonna take the best best best care of you ever. And then we're gonna spend the next week in bed so we can stop missing each other so much.

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rkiveinmarvel · 2 months

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pasilyo. - black leg sanji (18+) des. fluff-angst-fluff. you and sanji's relationship is bound for a heavy turn. notes. pre and post-timeskip, mentions of wci and wano island, f!reader is related to zoro, heavily referenced marry my husband (kdrama) at the end. smut (if you squint--minors go away, pls). small mentions of violence. the straw hats shenanigans pt 99999, i miss sanji 24/7.

hello ppl! 'tis i. i just finished my midterms so, here you go. I heavily referenced a scene in marry my husband on this one like the moment I saw the scene i immediately went--what if we make it as sanji--then bam, here it is. the story contains smut (if you squint) and it's my first time writing one, so yeah. enjoy!

Pasilyo is a Filipino term that means corridor or passageway. -- it is also a popular song in the Philippines: PASILYO - SUNKISSED LOLA

w.c: 1.7k

You and Sanji never had anything in common. He likes to smoke, you like to drink tea–he loves to cook, you love to eat, he uses his legs and feet to fight–you use your hand. You and him never had anything in common, yet the way you called his name–send shivers on his back, the way he calls your name calms the storm in your mind—yet despite the differences and in the deep sea of all blue—you and him have something in common.

The day you met him at Baratie, it gave away that Sanji wears his heart on his sleeves–the way his eyes lingered at the table where you and Nami sat, the way his hands ghostly shadows your plate as he served the food–he was mesmerising and breath-taking. As he continues to unravel everything about him, he fits perfectly as the cook of the crew. With him being the best cook in the East Blue, it’s not doubt that the future pirate-king needs someone like him in his crew, it’s not doubt that a pirate demon hunter finds the blonde’s cooking amazing, it’s no doubt that the certain liar of the crew praises his cook, it’s no doubt that the great navigator finds his cooking remarkable—and there’s you, it’s funny, how you kept quiet when he waits for your reaction–hell, everyone’s waiting for your reaction, as you gave him a small nod and a laugh.

He wore your laugh in his mind—wishing he could make you laugh every time he cooks. As the days passed by like the straw-hats voyage in the sky, land, and sea; he would notice himself looking for your presence–yes, he falls for every woman he sees, but something about you is pulling him in, that despite him making Nami and Robin smile, he yearns for yours, he wished he can see yours.

He watched in the deck as you spar with the green haired swordsman, how he chuckles to himself that you’re making Zoro sweat and thrive hard yet a part of him was mad that you’re spending time with the marimo and not him. But a part of him is quite warm as he saw you dance in the presence of the crew, that none of them knows that in the middle of the night–you told him stories he never heard off, he made you tea you never knew existed. That side of yours–he’s thankful, he’s the only person who can see it.

So, it surprised him, when he saw your eyes fill with relief when you saw him again at the edge of Skypiea, at Enies Lobby, at Thriller bark. It baffled him, when he saw you looked like you’re about to cry as you saw him–damn, if only he knew who gave you the wound in your head, lips, and arms, he would’ve kicked everyone, including Zoro. But it washed away, when you were alone with him on those nights–as you mutter that you’re thankful he’s okay. That you both are alright.

With all the fights and wars the crew had faced–the thing that scared Sanji and you the most, was the time when the crew didn’t see each other for two years–he wondered if you have eaten yet, wondered if you sleep okay, and wondered if you would still be the same the next time he sees you; you wondered is he’s doing okay, you wondered if he ever muttered your name, and you wondered if he still remembers the way you like your tea.

–

“You’ve grown taller…” You whispered as you saw each other again after two-years, with a nosebleed, he chuckled. “I did.”

He loved that he’s back, you’re back. As the night deepens, you’re there with him again.

“How was it?”

“Hm?”

“Two years.”

“I don’t know, it’s great that I got stronger but it sucked.”

“Why does it sucked.”

“You weren’t there, Sanji.”

“Oh.” He swore to his dickhead dad, he died right there. You chuckled as his red cheeks reached his ears, as he grins deeply. But before he can say anything in your words–he felt your lips on his as you leaned on the counter as he prepared your tea.

He felt the cup become warm as he stopped pouring your tea. You’re about to pull away as you want to drink your tea–the cook leaned closer, he missed you and he had you, you smiled in his kiss. As you two pulled away for air; he chuckled loudly. “Wipe that stupid grin and nosebleed on your face, curly brows.” You teased as you took the cup and drank your tea.

That night changed everything, the crew didn’t missed the way he treats you differently the way he treats Robin and Nami, the way he would sit closer to you while enjoying the bliss of sunset in the ship–how he would not let Brook, Franky, and Usopp stare at you for too long. He hates how you still choose Zoro to spar with—

“You know we’re related, right?”

“You and marimo?!”

God, he missed that.

—

But—his heart breaks as remembers how he stood there in aisle at whole-cake island, he hated it–how your eyes breaks the moment he sees you again: how his heart breaks when he hears you sobbing in his chest when he came back–how you slapped him across his face when you found out that he let Luffy starve–how his chest tightens when you pulled him into a kiss: the deepest kiss you gave him.

As your soft breaths reach his lips–he knew you thought you almost lost him. In the room where it’s just the two of you, his clothes were on the floor and so was yours. As you mutter his name as if he was a saint sent only for you. How his hands marks and caress every part of you as you kiss every inch of him as you memorise everything in his body. You kissed him again, again, and again–how you wish you would still taste him as you close your eyes.

You looked beautiful as he stared down at you, he felt tears as he placed his hand on your cheeks yet you muttered that you love him under your breath, he blamed himself as you cried in this sacred moment, he wanted to stop and hold you but–you want him.

“Please…’Ji..” You muttered again as he moved with your body in sync, at that moment, his breath got rigged, your breaths were catching themselves, his hands were holding your hand tight, as you felt the heat of the room. He whispered a praise or somewhat a prayer to you.

“I love you too.” He chuckled as he ghostly kissed your neck as you nodded softly. You left some kisses on the crown of his head as he collapsed into you. As your hand dances in his golden hair–he continues to utter his apologies to you in which you forgive him.

—

Things turned differently after that time–after the whole-cake island–and fighting side-by-side in Wano. You felt the sunlight enter the room as your eyes fluttered, you saw Sanji’s sleeping state. With a smile on your face, you listen to his heartbeat as he sleeps, while looking at yours and his intertwined bodies inside the blanket–as the events of last night lingered when you saw your hand marks on his chest.

“Mon amour, what’s wrong?”

You placed your chin on his chest. “Nothing. We won.” He smiled sheepishly and nodded as he gave you a morning kiss. “We won.” He nodded once again. You two laid there for a while as you heard Franky cheering that Zoro and Luffy are awake–with a cheer, the entire city of Wano threw the biggest banquet there is–cheers, beers, and food are present everywhere.

A swamp of girls fell into Sanji’s arms–his eyes lingered to yours. He chuckled as you just raised your cup and gave him a flying kiss. In which, he melted into. As the night dips deeper in the moon, he notices that you and Franky are guiding back the drunk ass of Zoro and Usopp in their room, with a smile, he stole you from Franky.

When he stole you—he walked with you in the forest of Wano as lights of fireflies guided the two of you. You two enjoyed the presence of each other in silence.

“What’s with the stare?”

“Nothing. You just look pretty, my love.”

“Me? I look like a mess, Usopp was holding dearly for his life on my shoulder as we walked him and Zoro.” you rubbed your temples. In which he chuckled.

As you two sat down and found a nice view of Wano–you leaned your head into his shoulder. “I’m glad we’re fine. You and I, and the crew.” You admitted. In which, he just hummed. As he ghostly kiss, your hand.

“Zoro told me what you told him to do…” There’s a hint of disappointment in your voice. In which, he was about to speak but you cut him off. “If you still think you’re going to lose your mind—just know I’ll pull you back and please, don’t wish for death.”

In your words, he finds himself not being able to breathe. He just nodded. “I finally found my family in the sea, ‘Ji, and you’re part of them–so, don’t think you’ll get rid of me that easily…” He enjoyed you being like this, being able to take the words out of his mouth.

“I don’t plan to, darling.” He kissed your head and held your hand tightly.

“We should get married.” You responded as you turned to look at him. With a smile, you were surprised when you heard him sigh in disappointment—”What?” it left you confused, he pushed you off him.

“You’re unbelievable.” He uttered as he stood up and walked away. You were confused and on the brink of tears. “It doesn’t need to be now! I mean I want to marry you–just—did he hit his head so much?” You asked yourself, as you sigh in defeat and a pout.

You were surprised to see him walking back towards you with a small flower in his hand. “You always surprise me…” He said as gave the small flower to you.

“You can do anything to me–whatever you want.” You stood up and stared at him as he knelt down on one knee.

“Just don’t ask for marriage–that’s my queue. So, mon amour…”

You felt tears stinging yours and his eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

— FIN

i am having a hard time if i should post angsty luffy or not huhu

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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can I have a shy yet a very good drawer GN!Reader who still hasn’t confessed their feelings X Law, Sanji, and Zoro?

Much platonic love And a happi day/night to you! ✨😀

a/n - awww this is so cute anon 💜💜 much love to you as well :)

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, none

- Zoro is on the shyer side as well, so you both can enjoy some pretty comfortable silences (he’s sleeping)

- he won’t ever admit it.. but he really likes it when you just sit by him while he trains just to keep him some company

- he wouldn’t enjoy anyone else but you, you’re like a little anchor for him to remind him that someone’s always there for him

- you’re an artist, he knows that VERY well. He’s peeked at a couple of your sketches of chopper and Robin, let’s just say he’s very impatiently waiting for his

- pls you ended up sketching Sanji first and he saw that and almost crumpled it up

- didn’t want to ruin or waste your beautiful talent tho

- one day, when he was training, you saw him lifting his weights per usual, swinging his katana, as well as squat jumping and all that

- he looked- unusually perfect today (not that he didn’t before) but- his expression, as well as his figure was almost picturesque

- you started sketching almost immediately, not even knowing your hand could move that fast. You were scribbling so intensely that the lead broke several times, much to your disdain

- “Y/n can you hand me the towel.”

- ….

- “Hello?????”

- he ended up walking over there while you were entranced in your drawing, finally finishing a rough sketch of the quite beautiful “model” zoro

- he saw it and had trouble keeping his jaw from dropping

- he walked back in front of you, surprising you when he threw an eraser at your forehead to snap you out of it

- “Look, this pose is better right?”

- you closed your sketchbook almost immediately.

- oh shit, he saw it

- “make sure my biceps look big please.”

- “I’M NOT A FREELANCER.”

- Law is a man of very few words, and when he speaks they’re almost always very negative or pessimistic

- but he can never seem to say anything negative about you or else I’d beat his ass

- he knows you’re an artist, and that you mainly just like to draw in your alone time, it’s a nice private activity

- mans a stalker

- will literally find the perfect window to your room just to take a peek at your drawings

- why are they all of Bepo and not him

- EVEN SHACHI GOT A DRAWING? TF?

- stormed off like a little baby 💀

- as you can see, he doesn’t get jealous easily

- he hasn’t confessed to you, but it was extremely obvious to the entire crew…

- you two always had tea together in the morning, sat together in down time, went over plans, and even talked normally together (which he literally never does)

- but- you’re lowkey oblivious asf so you don’t pick up the cues 🥰

- you two were drinking tea together, bright and early as he read the newspaper, and you took out your sketchbook

- the rays of sun coming through the tinted windows of the polar tang lit up his tan, cool toned skin perfectly

- he didn’t have his hat on to cover any of his scraggly features. The bags under his eyes, his intense gray eyes, sharp jawline, goatee, everything about him was accentuated in the light

- you started to draw this very bigass crush of yours in the most detailed way possible

- the silence was almost too peaceful for Law, part of him wanted to initiate a normal conversation, maybe- “how are you today?” But the poor guy was too nervous to talk around you

- he peeked over your shoulder to see you furiously adding details to his drawing

- damn he looked good- did he look like that????

- man thought he was so ugly 💀

- hey maybe let’s give y/n a compliment right? That’s the normal thing to do!

- he had a tint of pink on his cheeks, and couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “Why are my eye bags so big.”

- law 💀

- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT - law having and existential crisis

- Corazon be disappointed up in heaven 💀

- “because you have ginormous eyebags???”

- …

- watch him wear concealer now 😭😭😭

a/n - I loved this an ungodly amount lmao

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somanyratsinthewalls · 4 months

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HI HI HELLO, Just saw your recs. we’re open and i thought i’d chime in! Maybe both Usopp and the strawhat reader are virgins, and decide to have their first time together to “be more experienced”? but..it’s ends up being friends to lovers!! feel free to ignore if you don’t like it or don’t feel comfortable filling it tho!

HI FRIEND!!

Pairing: Usopp x Afab!Reader

WC: 2900 ehehehe

Summary: You and your close friend Usopp decide to bite the bullet and lose your virginity to each other to get that awkward first time out of the way. Will it lead to more?

TW: alcohol consumption, nicotine consumption (don’t do it!), virginity loss, first time awkwardness, making out, fingering, heavy petting, condom usage, early bustin, p in v sex, they're so cute idk

Tags: My moot @usopp-enjoyer hope you love it (also pls enjoy other Usopp fuckers)

— —

“I’m way more of a tits guy. I mean, I’m not one to ignore a nice ass, but a super rack is really what does it for me.” Franky remarks taking a swig of his cola as he sits at the table with Sanji, Zoro and Usopp after dinner aboard the Sunny one night.

“How could you even choose? The female form is perfect, I simply can’t choose one part over the other.” Sanji smiles dreamily as he takes a drag from his cigarette. “If I did have to pick, the view of a gorgeous ass bouncing while being taken from behind has to be the most perfect sight of all time.”

“You’ve never seen that a day in your life, shitty cook.” Zoro smirks and takes a big gulp of sake.

“I’ve certainly seen it more than you, moss head! All you care about is playing with your stupid swords, I doubt you’ve ever been with a woman like that!” Sanji furrows his curly brows and shouts at the swordsman.

“Obviously I have, it’s the best way to take a girl. Gripping her hair and just drilling into her until she’s screaming…” Zoro leans back in his chair, seemingly visualizing the act.

“Jeez guys… can we not?” Usopp felt his face heat up at the lewd conversation. He was hoping the focus didn’t turn to him being so obviously inexperienced. The discourse continued despite his protest.

“Nah bro, don’t sleep on missionary! If you think missionary is boring, you’re just bad at sex!” Franky loudly exclaims.

“You have a point. How could it possibly be boring? Looking down and seeing a woman writhing around under your touch? Being able to watch her face as she cums? Absolute perfection.” Sanji brings his fingers to his lips and mimics a chef’s kiss.

“I-I’m heading to bed, night guys.” Usopp quickly excuses himself from the table, face flushed with embarrassment and nervousness. He swiftly heads out from the galley to the deck and found you sitting up against the railing of the ship enjoying a glass of wine and a cigarette.

You turn your head in the direction of the man leaving the galley and smile.

“Hi Usopp, how’s everything going with the boys?” You ask.

“Oh, uh, hi y/n. Good. I mean um? Fine I guess. I was gonna go to bed.” He stutters out nervously, unable to make eye contact with you.

“Are you okay? Your face is bright red and you seem uncomfortable. I mean… more uncomfortable than usual.” You say with a hint of concern in your voice. “Come sit with me?” You pat the spot next to you on the deck. You always were better at reading Usopp than he was at reading himself.

Usopp lets out a big sigh and sits down cross legged next to you and puts his head in his hands propped up on his elbows on his knees.

“It just got kind of weird in there. I hate when they go on and on about… you know… sex…” Usopp finally admits.

“And it makes you uncomfortable because you’ve never had sex, right?”

He nods.

“I know how you feel. Nami and Robin do the same thing. I know that might be hard to believe but women are just as vulgar as men. It makes me feel insecure about being a virgin, so I get it.” You commiserate with Usopp because you really knew exactly how he was feeling.

“Wait you’re a virgin too?!” Usopp snaps his head in your direction, finally being able to look you in the eye.

“Yeah, you didn’t know that? It’s not like I’m saving it for anything, I just never really have found the right time or the right person I guess. The only relief I get is from ole reliable.” You raise your right hand and wiggle your fingers in Usopp’s direction. He blushes.

“S-same. I just don’t want it to be awkward when I finally get around to having sex. Everyone always says the first time is so bad…”

“For you? Yeah right! I’m the one who is constantly being told it’s going to hurt! I don’t want to do it with just anyone in case it is painful!” You take another drag of your cigarette, scoffing at the fact that a man is telling you he’s nervous to lose his virginity.

“Okay okay maybe you’re right about that part… I just want to get it over with so I can stop worrying about it.” Usopp hangs his head in his hands again.

There was a pregnant pause.

“Well… we could… have sex… with each other?” You sheepishly suggest.

“WHAT?” He snaps his head back up at you.

“Is it that silly of an idea? We both said we wanted to get our first time out of the way and get some… experience… right?”

“R-right now? I don’t think I-“ Usopp stutters, incredibly flustered but also interested in your proposal.

“Not right now!” You laugh and put your hand on his shoulder. “Maybe tomorrow? My room? After dinner? Unless you don’t want to, which I completely understand and we can forget this ever happened."

“I-I do! I think it’s uh.. it’s a great idea… tomorrow then…” Usopp rises to his feet and bids you a nervous goodnight as you finish your wine on the deck.

— —

The next evening you couldn’t help but buzz with excitement as you skip to the showers after dinner. You make sure to shave and lather your body in sweet smelling body wash in preparation for your “date.” You don your nicest matching bra and panties, a lacy black set, and pull some casual clothes over them. You light a few candles around your room to set the mood. You weren’t sure what kind of mood you were trying to set exactly, feeling a bit silly, but you still wanted to enjoy your first time even if it was going to be awkward. Soon enough you hear a knock at your door.

You open your bedroom door to see a blushing Usopp with a single, beautiful red flower in his hands.

“Uh, hi, y/n.” He smiles softly and hands you the flower.

“For me? You’re so sweet.”

“I grew it myself so maybe don’t… don’t get too close.. it might explode. I haven’t quite figured this one out yet…”

You chuckle and move to gently set the flower down on your end table.

“Are you sure you still want to do this? We really don’t have to, it was just an idea, Usopp.”

“Yes! Yes, I really do want to. It’s… it’s about time, right?” He laughs nervously.

You nod.

“Come, sit with me.” You grab Usopp’s hand and pull him to sit next to you on your bed. You were anxious, but you could tell he was far more so. You raise your hands and pull his bucket hat off his head. You smoothly brush one of his now exposed dark curls out of his face.

“I guess we should probably kiss first.. right?” You say as you cock your head and smile at him gently.

“Yeah…”

You close your eyes and lean in and press your lips softly against his. After a few moments, you shift your body closer to his and begin kissing him deeper with your hands on either side of his face. It was a bit uncoordinated, but Usopp eventually moves his hands to your hips and kisses you back with a bit more confidence. His kisses were messy, not at all experienced. You couldn’t help but wonder, had he even kissed anyone before? I mean, even you had gotten to first base…

You slide your tongue gently along his bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Once granted, your tongue slips into his mouth eliciting a small whimper from the man in your gentle hold. You found yourself becoming wetter by the second as he lets out little sighs of contentment during your kiss. Eventually, you pull away. You tug at the straps of his coveralls.

“Could you take these off? I’ll take mine off too…” You ask while already lifting your crop top over your head.

“Sure just a second I- um…” Usopp stands and fumbles with his clothes before eventually dropping them to the floor. You had already shed your sweatpants and were laying back on your bed in your bra and panties.

“Woah, y/n…” Your cowardly sniper is in awe at the sight of your body adorned with black lace laying barely covered on the bed before him. “You’re… beautiful…”

Your face flushes red and you press your legs together to somehow try to cover yourself.

“You’re not so bad yourself…” You giggle. “Come here.” You beckon him to come join you on the bed again. You raise your torso up to meet his lips again in a passionate kiss. After a few moments, Usopp reaches his hands around your back to undo your bra. His fingers fumble for quite awhile and he mumbles into your lips.

“No, I got it.. just a second… hold on… there!” Finally your bra comes undone and he pulls it off your body onto the floor. Usopp leans back to marvel in the sight of your naked breasts. “Y/n can I…?”

“Yes!” You cut him off, wanting to feel more of his body and mouth on your skin. Usopp leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth and gropes your other breast with his hand.

“Oh!” You gasp, reveling in the new sensation.

Your newfound lover messily switches from one breast to the other, a string of saliva connecting his trembling lips to your body. You grip his thick, gorgeously coarse hair and push his head into your chest further, encouraging his actions. After a few moments or servicing your sensitive nipples with this lips and tongue, Usopp pulls back and lifts his head to look you in the eye.

“Do you want to..?” He asks shyly.

“Yes, want you so badly, Usopp…” You breath out under him.

Usopp momentarily leaves the bed to retrieve something from his overalls pocket. After Usopp returns to your side with a condom, you slip off your panties.

“Where the hell did you get that? Saving it for a rainy day?” You question him teasingly.

“Pfft yeah right. Stole it from Sanji’s room. He isn’t using it any time soon.” Usopp smirks and positions himself on top of you again. You laugh.

“You’re so bad.” You jokingly slap your hands against his smooth chest.

“You like it.” Usopp chuckles and leans in to kiss you again. After kissing for a few moments you pull back.

“Maybe I do… take these off.” You pull at the waistband of his briefs and he obliges your request by pulling them down to free his throbbing cock. It wasn’t huge but it was certainly big enough to wonder how it was going to fit inside of you.

“It’s… it’s okay, right?” Usopp asks uncertainly.

“Oh sweetheart, of course it is. Maybe even a bit too much… do you think you could maybe… prep me a little first?” You ask a bit embarrassed. You were so aroused, but you just didn’t want it to hurt.

“How do I… OH! Yeah I can do that I think…” Usopp snakes his hand down your body and cups your mound. “Can you show me?” He starts to rub tentatively at your sex.

You slide both of your hands down to your center. With one hand you use your pointer and middle fingers to spread your sticky folds apart. With the other, you grab Usopp’s fingers and bring them to your clit and begin to use them to rub gentle circles. You let out a long sigh.

“Just like this is good…” You softly moan and you let your head fall back. After rubbing at your clit for awhile, your move Usopps’s fingers to your entrance and guide one of them inside your wet hole. You gasp lightly at the intrusion, but you grab his wrist and prompt him to move his hand.

“Shit… you can add another one now…”

“R-right okay…” Usopp slips his second digit inside of you. “Is this- does it feel good?” He asks.

“Pull them up like this…” You mimic exactly how you do it yourself and Usopp curls his fingers upwards inside of you and you feel him hit that delicious soft spot. “There! Keep touching me there!”

“Like this?” Usopp continues to pull and tap on your g-spot and you involuntarily arch your back.

“Fuck, yes baby, just like that… you’re doing so well, you’re gonna make me cum. Keep going just like that…” You gasp as Usopp brings his free hand to rub at your clit as he massages your insides with his fingers just the way you’ve instructed him.

“Really?! I-I mean… shit, you’re so hot… I wanna see you cum so bad…” He honestly couldn’t believe he had you like this in front of him, laid out naked and moments from climaxing, all from his doing.

“Gonna cum, don’t stop, shit-Ah!!” You moan out loudly as you release directly all over Usopp’s working hands. Your legs shake and your head falls back on the pillows.

You breathe heavily while laying on your back, recovering from your orgasm as you hear your lover fiddling with the foil condom package. His hands were shaking.

“Let me…” You sit up and grab the condom from his hands and tear it open. You gingerly lean forward and grab Usopp’s sensitive length and roll the condom on for him. He shudders as your soft hands touch his dick.

“Thanks, y/n…” He smiles down at you nervously. “You ready?” He asks, still wanting to make sure you were certain about this.

“Yes, please fuck me now, Usopp.” You lay back and spread your legs so he could slot himself comfortably between them. He pushes himself close to you and lines his tender, throbbing cock up with your soaking hole. “Please be gentle…”

“Of course, y/n, I won’t hurt you.” Usopp begins to push his member into your tight entrance and you suck in a breath. “Breathe, y/n, it’s okay, I’m almost in…” You could feel Usopp’s callused hands shaking on your hips, trying to keep his composure.

“Hnnnn…” You whine and grab Usopp’s biceps. The stretch was uncomfortable, but not nearly as bad as you were expecting. You finally feel his pelvis flush against yours as he fills you completely. “Ahh…” You whimper out.

“Shit, y/n you’re so tight… I’m not gonna last long…” Usopp pants out.

“It’s okay.. you can move now.. please…” You pull him down by his neck and he begins experimentally thrusting into you. The pain began to meld into pleasure as your cunt begin to flutter involuntarily around Usopp’s thick length.

“You feel so fucking good, holy shit y/n…” Usopp lifts his head from its hiding place in your neck and smashes his lips onto yours in a deep kiss. You moan into his mouth as he hits an extra deep spot in your tight cunt. “Wanna be inside of you forever…” Usopp grinds his hips into yours and whines.

“Fuck me harder, Usopp, want to feel you!” You cry out. He obliges and starts pounding into you with reckless abandon. Years of celibacy were being taken out on your pussy and it felt so good. By the deep grip on your hips you were certain he wasn’t going to last much longer, but you wanted to feel him while you could. “I-I’m gonna-shit, fuck, shit!” Usopp spills his load into the condom and quickly collapses on top of you. You soothingly rub his back and draw circles into his shoulders with your fingers as he catches his breath. He rolls off of you and removes the condom from his softened member, tossing it into the waste basket next to your bed. He sits up next to you in bed.

“I-I’m sorry… it probably wasn’t really that-“

“It was so great, Usopp. Thank you. I’m really glad we did that.” You smile up at him from your position laying on your pillows.

“Y-yeah.. it was great, wasn’t it?” Usopp laughed. “I guess I’ll get my stuff and go then…”

“Why?” You ask.

“Well we just agreed on the sex and I-“

“I want you here. Stay with me.” You pull on his hand and bring him back down to lay with you in bed.

“You’re sure?” Usopp looked at you like he could barely believe what he was hearing.

“Listen Usopp, I know we’re friends but after that… I kind of want to see where it goes from here… I can’t help but feel like that meant something, not just to me but to you, too.” You caress the side of his face as he lays next to you on the pillow. “We don’t have to hash it out tonight, but… could you just stay with me and see?” You ask.

“I guess… but if you want to kick me out in the morning, you just say the word!”

“Shut up and go to bed, Usopp.” You laugh and nuzzle your head into his chest so that you can comfortably drift off to sleep.

xx Mo

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gravedigginbbydoll · 8 months

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Hawkins University : The Munson Edition

AN: Hey y'all!! Just a heads up, this chapter does very briefly touch on some heavy topics, but it also has Eddie performing! Reader gets to meet the Spicy Six hehe. I hope you enjoy! Also pls remember reblogs and comments are appreciated ! I love feedback!

→ cliches: friends to lovers, heavy use of nicknames instead of Y/N, we're all just struggling college kids, Music Tutor! Eddie, Resident Assistant! Reader, good girl x bad boy, instant connections, 'I don't trust most people but I trust you', 'are we friends or more?', and 'I can't believe you're such a slut that you have a special dtf drawer...'

→ warnings: mature topics, drinking and drug usage, strong language, bullying, mental health, discussion of suicide and self harm, mature thoughts, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairing: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

Chapter 4

Bug's POV

You and Eddie slowly started connecting more, your fate becoming more and more intertwined. You had set schedule. You did work and classes during the week, sitting next to Eddie for guitar and chatting with him on your way back to your residence hall, glad he lent an ear to listen to your struggles with the current freshman class on your wing. Then on the weekend, as long as you weren’t on call, you practiced with Eddie before spending some time hanging out.

You and Eddie usually practiced for a while before streaming a movie and eating popcorn, or heading out for dinner. You were grateful for him, comfortable in his space and around him. You couldn’t say that about many people. Plus, you had recently learned that Eddie knew Robin, another new RA in your hall who connected with you quickly over your shared anxieties and your love for people with witty personalities. You and Robin often grabbed lunch together or sat together during staff meetings, so it came as a surprise to you when you learned Eddie’s ‘Rob’ was your ‘Robin’. It made you feel that much more trusting.

Which was a good thing, on that cold October morning, when you had just handled the worst on-call in probably the history of your hall. You had come back from dropping off the phone, your calm and cool facade fading quickly. You had run to your room, rushing to be alone. You were seated in your room, hands shaky, lip trembling as you tried breathing in and out slowly, your heart racing. You laid on the floor of your bathroom, trying to have the shock of the cold tile steady your nerves. Nothing was helping. Your mind was racing yet again.

You handled that horribly. You should be fired. You didn’t even notice the issue. And you messed up! It’s literally all written in a simple protocol book, you idiot-

Your phone started to buzz after, showcasing the goofiest photo you had ever taken of Eddie. It was him with two fries from Mr. Frosty’s (now clearly a safe haven and special place to you both) placed over his teeth to cover them, his blinding grin covered by the almost yellow fries, two fingers pushed through his unruly curls on his head to make horns on his head. You felt your eyes water as your vision blurred. You tried to breathe in shakily, your nerves still shaken. You picked up the phone, hands trembling as you answered, trying to hide your distress.

“Hello?”

“Hey Bug! I was just calling because Steve and I - Wait…Are you crying?”

You had tried to fight off the floodgate and stifle the sniffling, only to be met with hiccups and a runny nose, your heart racing.

“I-N-no, I just…,” You struggled to find the words, your lips trembling and your voice coming out weak.

You heard some shuffling from the other side of the line and Eddie’s voice began to soften.

“It’s alright, Bug. I’m here. Somethin’ happen last night?,” Eddie asked gingerly, his usual dramatics and sarcastic wit put away for you. There was a tug at your heartstrings as you breathed out shakily and felt Eddie’s calm ease your nerves a little. You stared at the tile floor as you let yourself explain what happened.

“I was on-call, ya know? D-Dealing with serious- well at first nothing too bad but- serious situations…I had a lot of ridiculous stuff for a bit, like people drinking or like the clear smell of weed…But then-” You felt a lump in your throat as your hands shook and your heart beat loudly in your chest. Your vision started to blur again as you struggled to get the word out.

“It’s alright, Bug. Take your time. Or if you need a distraction, I can help with that too. I’m told I do an amazing Gollum impression, it’ll really knock your socks off,” Eddie joked lightly, still keeping his voice at a low timbre of rumbling calm. You laughed softly, some tears free falling as you sniffled and sighed.

“I fucked up Eddie. I got this job f-for free hous-housing, sure, but I also want to help people. And I fu-fucked up-” You choked out a sob, the action shaking your whole body and leaving the wound of your failure raw as your thoughts raced again, belittling you.

Stupid, useless…can’t even do your job right…why are you crying anyways? You’re not the one who was suffering like that resident-

Eddie softly shushed you, voice still low and soft, but stern. “Hey now. Stop that. No talking shit about my friends, alright?”

You sobbed still, but it was less violent, your shoulders no longer shaking. You sniffled, disgusted by your nose running and your raw throat, voice still shaky and uneven.

“Sorry. I just…I-I handled a suicide t-threat call. She w-was sobbing and surrounded by p-pills…I dissociated an-and the cops came, the-they handled it.I even forgot to call the Hall Director On Call. I w-was bar-barely helpful…I sh-should have been bet-ter,” You sobbed softly, your stomach churning at the confession and your brain swirling with those hateful thoughts again. Eddie would probably think you were a whiny brat, or a horrible worker, how could you recover-

“Bug. Stop that,” Eddie said sternly, his voice still soft and careful but full of purpose.

You froze, hiccuping slightly. “What?”

“You did what you were meant to, right? You called up and wrote the report and everything? You stayed?”

You sniffled, confused by how he knew protocol. It scared you a little. “Y-Yeah. Just forgot to call up. I did after, but I was left alone until the police-”

“Then you did great. You kept someone safe and with support when they felt like they had none. Also, you are a student yourself, Bug. You’re learning. I know this is only like your 3rd on call this semester from what you’ve told me and you handled something that even people who are veterans in that job would freak out about. You did good, kid,” Eddie spoke softly, his voice filled with sincerity and admiration. You felt your heart squeeze again as your hands began to steady and your tears slowed.

“You feelin’ better?,” Eddie inquired a few moments later, his tone still gentle and caring.

“...Yeah. Thanks, Ed,” You sniffled softly, feeling your heart slow and your thoughts quiet. You got up, heading into your room to grab for your bowl of sour candy, recalling how Robin shared once that it helped with anxiety attacks. You ate a few pieces, focusing on the chewing as the comfortable silence continued over the line with Eddie before he suddenly broke it.

“My precious…Are you free this Saturday?,” Eddie rasped out in a horrible and almost squeaky Gollum impression.

In your state of sleep deprivation and delirium, you laughed the hardest you had in a while. You were glad you had found Eddie Munson.

What Eddie had been asking you about was a ‘meet the roomie’ hang out. As in you meeting Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. You’d heard about Steve from Eddie, mostly tales of his motherly tendencies and his obsession with his looks. You also heard of Steve from Robin very often, who complained about her ‘dingus best friend’ who ‘couldn’t hit water if he fell out of a boat’. She spoke of him in witty and insulting stories that left it clear that Robin and Steve were thick as thieves and practically siblings.

You were standing nervously with Eddie in the arcade, the black lights making Eddie’s teeth glow a bit and his habit of wearing black having most of him hidden outside of the purple accents on his Ghost band shirt. You shuffled from foot to foot, playing nervously with the hem of your shirt, feeling your anxiety build at meeting someone new. You and Eddie meshed well despite his originally disgruntled view towards teaching you, and Robin was tagging along as well. But if Steve didn’t like you then you risked losing two friends. Eddie leaned over, his warm brown eyes darker in the dim light, the messy eyeliner and glitter he wore on his eyelids making him look even more mysterious.

“Bug, relax. Steve is harmless. He’ll love ya, just like Rob and I do,” Eddie smiled softly, his glowing teeth making him look like the Cheshire Cat.

“I’m fine,” You offered weakly, as Eddie cocked one brow at you, tilting his head. Eddie had repeatedly told you that he may be grumpy and dramatic, but you were an anxious mess that was an open book. You protested against it, but you knew Eddie could always read through your moods. It was like a crazy super power.

Eddie opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Robin heading over with who you guessed was Steve, the two of them in a heated discussion over something.

“I swear, Steve, she comes in specifically to torture me, and-”

“Rob, you’re being dramatic. It’s college and everyone loves coffee! How is it a crime for her to come in every day?”

“No, dingus! I mean she purposely orders one and sits there to distract me from work!”

“Like you paid attention in the-”

“Ahem,” Eddie stated sternly, brow raised as he got Steve and Robin’s attention.

Robin and Steve turned to you both, Steve smiling in a bashful and charming way.

“Oh hey! You must be Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You felt embarrassment and nervousness creep in but were reassured by a hand along the small of your back. Eddie.

“Oh, hi! You can call me Bug, if you want. I’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“Alright alright, let’s go play some games so I can kick Harrington’s ass at pinball,” Robin chimed, a smirk clear on her face.

“Buckley, I swear to God-”

Robin and Steve walked away from you, leaving Eddie to chuckle as he rolled his eyes, looking down at you and grabbing your hand.

“Let’s go, Bug.”

You and the group had a few drinks, playing everything from Dance Dance Revolution (very poorly) to pinball. You learned Steve was a worrywart, ensuring everyone drank water and paying for snacks. You also learned that Eddie seemed to be a lot louder around his friends, filling the silence and always playing the class clown. Late into the night, Robin left, leaving you and Eddie with Steve. Eddie left for a bit to head to the restroom, leaving you and Steve to both play skeeball. You were severely losing.

“Ya know, Eddie’s been a lot less stressed and more pleasant lately,” Steve chimed casually, easily getting a ball into the center hole.

“Really?,” You asked sheepishly, trying to keep the same calm demeanor. Your own ball hit the edge of the circle and fell to the bottom hole. So much for trying.

“Yeah, he’s usually kind of a bit…prickly around midterms. Last year, when we were living together in a dorm, he was…not doing great,” Steve sighed, his tone soft and his expression sorrowful.

“What happened?,” You asked softly, your heart squeezed by the idea that Eddie might have suffered his first year away from home.

“That’s not my story to tell…But what I can say is that he’s doing a lot better. Especially since he met you.” Steve turned to look at you, expression severe. You felt your stomach twist and your heart skip a beat. Had you really had that much of an effect on Eddie?

You opened your mouth to ask more out of Steve, curiosity gnawing at you, only for Eddie to walk up, a blinding grin on his face.

“What’d I miss?”

“Nothing much.”

You decided to bite your tongue and leave it be. It was better that way.

That night had been full of laughter and finally relaxing around Steve, finding him to be funny as well as surprisingly dorky for such an attractive and athletic guy. When Steve had brought up you being an ‘honorary member’ of the ‘Spicy Six’ (he said Argyle came up with the name while high, saying something about how it rhymed and they were all ‘hot shit’), he dropped in a subtle invite to Eddie’s performance the next weekend at The Hideout to meet everyone. You agreed, nervous to go see a metal show, but eager to support your friend.

That night, after a calming shift at The Recycling Bin, you find yourself in a crowded bar, seated in a packed booth with Steve and Rob, getting introductions to the rest of the group. There was Nancy, Eddie’s second closest friend, who was a studious and kind Investigative Journalism major. Next to her was Jonathan, a quiet blond Photographic Journalism major, and his best friend, Argyle. Argyle was a laid back stoner and funny guy who seemed very genuine. You felt comfortable despite the fear you felt earlier. You were in the middle of giggling at a story that Argyle and Robin were trying to tell about Eddie tripping into the fountain at the mall (both of them clearly exaggerating the events), when you heard a screaming near the stage. You all scrambled to get up, Robin and Steve hurrying to help you reach the front.

Once you got there, you spotted Eddie and felt the world stop. He had his hair down, smokey eyeshadow and liner making his warm brown eyes sultry. He wore a cropped tank top, his many tattoos out on display and happy trail making a special appearance. His lower half was covered in tight ripped black jeans with steel toe combat boots, a bandana in his back pocket. His biceps flexed as he held his red and black electric guitar in front of him. You felt your heart race and your palms get clammy.

He looks like a Metal God.

Your thighs were rubbing together slightly as he looked down at you, smirking softly before moving his guitar behind his back, squatting at the edge of the stage, so close you could nearly touch him.

“Thanks for coming out, Bug. I’ll make it extra special, just for you,” Eddie winked at you playfully, clearly in the headspace of being a confident rockstar.

You nodded silently, too scared you’d trip over your words in front of him.

Eddie Munson is sin itself.

He stood up, heading over to the microphone to speak, a smirk ever present on his face. You swore you heard some women in the crowd sigh contentedly at him.

“Heyo Hawkins! How we doin’ tonight?,” Eddie screamed into the microphone, his energy electric.

You shouted with the crowd, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins.

“Now in case you fuckers don’t know, we are Corroded Coffin. That’s my man, Jeff, there on the electric guitar-” Eddie stated, pointing to who Jeff was as the man shredded some heavy chords.

“And my man Connor on bass-” Connor then was pointed to as he also played a short phrase, the crowd cheering.

“And last but not least, our freaky lil’ freshman, Gareth, on drums!,” Eddie shouted dramatically, pointing to the curly haired Gareth who began to hit a quick beat before hitting his cymbals.

“We hope you fuckin’ enjoy our set! Here’s Master of Puppets!”

As the guitar solo began, the heavy music crescendoing, you couldn’t help but stare at Eddie in all his raw glory, the bright stage lights illuminating him as his fingers zipped across his frets. Your stomach churned as you felt your face heat and your mouth dry.

Oh no.

As the music began to build, Eddie leaned into the microphone and began to sing, voice raw and coarse, yet powerful. The low timbre of his vocals led to goosebumps up your arms, your thighs squeezing together.

You’re attracted to Eddie Munson.

The whole set was amazing, the music thumping in your veins, Eddie’s raw vocals caressing your ears with every song, causing the adrenaline and serotonin consuming your bloodstream to grow. By the end you were a sweaty mess, your throat rubbed raw from all the screaming. Eddie had been eclectic, his stage presence both sultry and confident. You were slowly coming down from the high, wishing everyone well as they left and about to head out the door yourself when Eddie stopped you, body gleaming with sweat and cheeks pink. You tried to ignore the heat building up in your belly.

��Bug, did you wanna hang out? I know it’s late but I don’t want you to head home alone at this hour and I rented a few movies in case you wanted to sleep over-”

“S-Sleep over?,” You choked out, your face heating up rapidly as your throat tightened. You knew Eddie had been feeling stressed lately with midterms coming up and his clear dislike for classes within his own major, but the last thing you expected to be asked was to sleep over.

Eddie’s face paled a bit as he looked away, seeming anxious. “N-no, I mean, yeah, but like…A friend sleepover. I just could really use some distraction and advice, to be honest.” His big brown doe eyes stared into yours, filled with uncertainty. You felt your heart soften and your resolve weaken.

“Sure.”

What was the harm? You and Eddie were just friends, right?

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misqnon · 7 months

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Royal Blue

A gen Sanji fic, around 6K words. also on ao3, here

“Hey, guys? The News Coo just dropped off a letter with the paper, but I think it was a mistake. It’s not addressed to any of us.”

“Who’s it addressed to?” Robin asks.

“Vinsmoke.” Nami says simply, and Sanji actually staggers in his place on the deck.

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Five times Sanji’s secret past as a Vinsmoke almost got revealed to the crew, and one time he can’t help but tell them.

AKA I love dramatic character revelations and I’m bitter not everyone was there to react to Whole Cake Island.

Disclaimer- I’ve never actually written for an active fandom before, nor have I finished reading/watching One Piece. Please forgive any blatant errors. I’m currently in the middle of Water 7 and I skip around a lot. 90% of my knowledge comes from secondary sources.

pls enjoy!

The first time it happened, it was less of a danger to his cover, and more a painful reminder that he had anything to hide at all.

After all, he’d left that history behind him so long ago that by now, more than 10 years later, he was sure he wouldn’t ever have to reveal that history. Hell, not even Zeff knew. As far as he was concerned, Sanji was just an orphan boy who’d ended up in that unlucky cruise ship kitchen, and he didn’t need to know how he’d gotten there.

So when they’d all been traveling through the Alabasta desert, Luffy and Nami and Vivi and all the rest of the crew, Sanji hadn’t been thinking about it much at all. When they’d found out Vivi was a princess, well, it had put a little ping into his mind. That little, “You’re technically a prince, too, remember?” But he had quickly squashed it. Not anymore, and never again, so he didn’t need to dwell on the commonality between them.

That was, until weeks later, during that boundless desert trip, when they’d all been sitting around the campfire, resting up for the night on the cool desert sand. It was so much more pleasant than the heat that’d been oppressive over their heads all day. Everyone was chatting, idly enjoying the soup he’d made for everyone. Luffy had downed two bowls of it, and was now snoozing with his hat over his head to the right of them all. Zoro seemed to have a similar idea, though it wasn’t clear if he was actually asleep, or just leaning back with his eyes closed in his usual introverted manner.

Nami and Vivi were sharing stories over the meal, shawls pulled over their shoulders, and Usopp and Chopper were messing around beside them, occasionally joining the conversation to interject one of Usopp’s grand adventures or Chopper’s impressed gasps.

He decided to stroll over to the two women, now with his own bowl carefully balanced in his hand. The chef always ate last, after all.

“Hello, Vivi my sweet! And Nami, my swan! How is the soup?” He asked, practically floating through the air to slide in beside them both. Usopp silently rolled his eyes.

Vivi just smiled, answering for both of them. “It’s delicious, Sanji! Thank you for making dinner again.”

“Why of course! It’s my job as the chef, after all!” He sang, still balancing the soup in his hands that he has yet to even touch, now distracted.

Then, he continued, “You know, this recipe is sometimes called ‘Marry Me Soup.’ They say it’s so good that it’ll convince you to marry the chef.” He said, wiggling his already swirling eyebrow.

Vivi just giggled. “I’m flattered, Sanji, but I don’t think my father would appreciate me getting married right now. Besides, I’ve always been told I’m expected to marry a prince.” She didn’t seem particularly happy about this, nor did she seem very enthusiastic about marriage, period- but Sanji still deflated at the undercut of a rejection. For multiple reasons.

The hopeless flirt within him almost blurted out, ‘Well, it’s your lucky day then, Princess Vivi!’

Except it didn’t, at all, because even for Vivi’s hand in marriage he wouldn’t let that secret slip.

Instead, he just clamped his jaw shut, sat down beside them, and took a sad sip of his soup. Usopp and Chopper laughed, unaware of the true reason for his melancholy. Nami reassured Vivi he’d be fine after she momentarily worried she’d offended him, before scooching closer to inquire further if she really had to marry a prince someday, against her will. They began chatting again, Nami looking fiercely protective all of a sudden.

Sanji only had a couple more spoonfuls before he stood, silently, and walked off a few feet away from the group for a smoke.

A certain green-haired swordsman poked an eye open to glance over at him as he walked by.

That was odd. Sanji didn’t usually smoke while people were still eating. Especially the ladies. It was inconsiderate, he said, cigarette smoke wafting into people’s faces while they tried to eat, tainting the taste with the smell of nicotine.

But there he was, huffing away at the cigarette a bit too fast, in Zoro’s opinion. Then again, he didn’t really know anything about smoking. Nor did he care. He shrugged, shut his eye again, and went back to resting.

Now that Sanji thought about it, looking back, maybe it’d been on his mind more than he thought. After all, why else had he used the codename “Mr. Prince” while he impersonated Mr. 3?

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“Liar Noland?”

“You know it, Sanji?” Nami asks, peering at this book that she’s never heard of. “But it says it was published in the North Blue.”

“I was born in the North Blue.” He says, and actually smiles, wide and true. His memories of back then are anything but good, but…

“Didn’t I tell you?” He tries to play off, though he knows he’s done no such thing. “It’s where I grew up.”

“No, I thought you were from the East like the rest of us.” She muses, and Usopp agrees.

Sanji continues. And a smile comes to his face again, for the same reason. “My mom used to read me that book when I was a kid.”

For a moment Nami and Usopp both think this is the first Sanji’s told them much of anything about his childhood- they know he had a pretty rough going when he met Zeff, but that’s about it. They’re too focused on the task at hand, though.

Nami opens it and begins to read, the rest of the conversation forgotten.

—

The seven of them stood around the ancient stone door as if peering at it would do anything.

“WHY WON’T THIS STUPID DOOR OPEN!?” Luffy yelled eventually, stomping his feet with impatience.

Robin stepped forward, looking closer at the intricate carvings of winged creatures and giant serpents. Most compelling was the small bowl that seemed to be carved into the center, right below a sharpened bit of rock in the enclave.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before…” She said, hand to her chin in thought. Unlike Luffy, she wasn’t upset, only engulfed in academic curiosity. She stepped back then, walking away to inspect the other parts of the carvings, further down the wall.

“Can’t we just break it down?” Zoro asked, poking at the old stone with little regard for its value. Nami frowned at him, slapping his hand away.

Robin didn’t waste any emotion at his comment, still looking at the newfound bit of text she’d found behind some ivy.

“This stuff is ancient, you idiot! It’s irreplaceable!” Nami growled, scowling as Zoro narrowed his eyes back at her. For a moment, Robin felt a bit of appreciation for the navigator. She was definitely the most levelheaded of this group so far.

“It could be booby-trapped! Besides, it’s probably worth a ton of Berry.” She said, eye’s suddenly aglow with a mischievous shine.

Nevermind, Robin thought with a sigh.

Sanji, Usopp, and Chopper stood back with little to contribute. Usopp seemed to be trying to think of a way to get them over the impossibly tall wall, while Chopper distracted Luffy with the sighting of a big beetle.

Sanji just stood there, a lit cigarette lazily lilting smoke between his teeth. They’d probably figure it out between Usopp, Robin, and Nami. Meanwhile, he could continue to plan out what to make for the rest of the week with the meager rations of fruit and meat they’d gathered.

That was, until Robin finally stood, hand still on her chin but a look of accomplishment dancing on her features.

“Here. It says that to open the door, we must provide a drop of royal blood.” She explained, pointing to the ancient language inscribed on the ivy-covered wall.

Everyone rose their eyebrows at that, including (and especially) Sanji.

“Royal blood?” Usopp asked, confused. “Like a king or something?”

“Aw, man!” Luffy cried. “If only Vivi was still with us!”

“That doesn’t make any damn sense.” Zoro said. “How does the wall know whether the blood is royal or not?”

Robin shrugged. She was an archaeologist, not a scientist. “Who knows.” She said simply.

“I’ll just try it.” Luffy said, rolling up his sleeves and stomping over to the little enclave that held the bowl and the piercing rock.

“Wait!!” Chopper yelled. “You can’t just go stabbing yourself with ancient rocks! Especially ones that have already had other people’s blood on it!” He cried, now trying to pull Luffy away from the wall. He continued to drone on about bacteria and blood-borne diseases as Sanji began sucking a little harder on his cigarette.

Honestly, he didn’t really see the need to get into the old temple anyway. He was starting to think they should just leave. For completely unselfish reasons.

“For once, I agree with the marimo. Let’s just break the damn thing open.” He said, stretching his leg.

“No, damnit!” Nami said, stomping over to him. “You could set off a trap!”

He frowned at that, putting his leg down obediently.

Usopp was next to Robin now, looking between the inscription she’d found and the spot where Chopper was still frantically pulling Luffy away from. “I don’t get it.” He decided finally. “Besides, what do they mean by ‘royal blood,’ exactly? Will any royal blood work, or only the royal blood of whoever ruled this nation?”

Robin found it to be a very good question coming from the teen. She nodded in agreement. “True. The inscription doesn’t clarify.”

As soon as Usopp said it, he began to wonder the same thing. And it made him more nervous. His poor cigarette was almost spent now.

Would his blood work? If it did, would they suspect anything? Should he put it in now, and claim the door was just stupid, like Zoro had claimed earlier? If so, he’d better do it before Luffy, in case the rubber man’s didn’t work-

“HAHA!” Luffy exclaimed, finally pricking the tip of a rubbery outstretched finger on the rock. Chopper deflated in resignation, now joining the rest of them in peering at the bowl as Luffy’s blood fell into it.

The drop of blood fell into the bowl, sat momentarily on the bottom, then was suddenly absorbed by the porous stone as if it was dying of thirst. Everyone looked on in various states of amazement and fear as they waited, one second, two seconds, three seconds, five, ten-

“...I don’t think it’s doing anything.” Nami finally grumbled.

“Well, the good news is, it doesn’t look like it set off any traps.” Replied Usopp, looking around anxiously for any sign of movement in the jungle around them.

Robin was peering at the bowl with curious blue eyes. “Intriguing…”

“Aw, man!” Luffy huffed. He turned suddenly to Usopp. “Usopp, you try.”

“WHAAA? WHY ME?”

“You like Kaya. And Kaya’s kinda royalty. That’s close enough, right?”

“KAYA ISN’T A PRINCESS, LUFFY! SHE’S JUST RICH! AND I’M NOT EVEN HER! THAT’S TOO MUCH OF A STRETCH.” Usopp yelled in frustration.

Zoro, Chopper, and Nami were various degrees of frustrated and fed up listening to the two of them bicker. Sanji was still anxiously tapping his foot, hoping the captain wouldn’t systematically make them all try. And if he did, hoping that his didn’t do shit.

That is, until they heard the familiar call of Marines from up the path behind them.

Sanji turned, eyes wide with panic. “Shit-” He said, lighting another cigarette.

“Marines? All the way up here? How?” Someone said. Sanji wasn’t even paying attention anymore.

“HURRY USOPP! C’MON, GO!”

“NO, LUFFY! MINE WON’T BE ANY DIFFERENT!”

Zoro started unsheathing Wado, ready for a fight, though even he seemed to realize that that was far too many Marines and they were far too close to be able to run.

As the group devolved into arguing, panic, and frantic attempts to prepare for a fight, Sanji looked back one last time at that stupid door and its stupid little blood-sacrifice bowl.

The Marines were visible now, charging from the bottom of the hill and quickly approaching- the path they’d used to get here- the only path out- now blocked.

Sanji cursed, pushing through the mess of the crew and jabbing his thumb onto the rock.

The group went quiet as the giant stone doors began to shake, then pulled slowly open into a dark, but open, temple.

They all looked in surprise to Sanji, who bit down on his cigarette and began running through the opening.

“C’mon, idiots! The Marines are right behind us!”

The group took one look back and followed, sighing in relief as the giant stone doors began to pull shut again just as they’d all made it through.

Everyone was still running, unsure if the Marines would be able to power through, though Luffy had bound up beside him to ask,

“WOOOAH, SANJI! ARE YOU ROYALTY OR SOMETHING?”

“No, idiot. The door’s just stupid. It probably just didn’t work for you ‘cause your blood’s all rubbery and shit.”

Luffy frowned at that, though he seemed satisfied with that answer.

Sanji didn’t turn around after that, but by the feeling of several pairs of eyes boring into the back of his head, he got the feeling the rest of the crew wasn’t quite as convinced.

—

Luckily for him, (and quite unluckily for everyone else), the temple was indeed filled with booby-traps. No one had any time to ask him why the hell his blood had worked because they’d spent the next hour or so of their lives trying not to die.

When they finally made it out the other side, sweaty and beat-up and a few crewmates still a little bit on fire, it was the last thing on everyone’s minds. Especially considering the map they’d found as spoils for their trouble.

Later that night, though, when they’d made it back to the Going Merry and everyone had feasted on grilled pork and pineapple and rice, Zoro stayed behind after dinner, arms crossed and leaning broodily against the doorframe, all despite the drinking that was now taking place out on the deck.

“What do you want, Marimo?” Sanji spit, though he had a feeling he might already know what it was.

“Why did your blood open up that door?”

“Like I said, I don’t think that hunk of rock can actually differentiate between royal blood and not. We just got lucky.”

“Luffy’s blood didn’t work.”

“Yea, and like I said, it’s probably because his blood’s all fucked up and made of rubber.” Sanji bit back, emphasizing the fact that he’d already explained this.

“He’s still human. And I’m pretty sure I heard the Marines trying to prick themselves on it too after we got through.”

Sanji shrugged. “I guess I got some royalty in my family line somewhere, then. Like I said, lucky for us.”

Zoro glared at him. ‘Like I said, like I said.’ It was suspicious.

“Whatever, shit-cook.” He finally replied, shoving off the wall and heading back out to deck to join the party.

Sanji bitterly lit another cigarette.

—

“Newspaper’s here!” Someone calls from the front deck of the Sunny. Sanji’s already walking around with a tray of drinks, currently stopped at Zoro, who takes it without much of a thank you aside from a glance.

He rolls his eyes and moves on, wanting to take a peek at the paper anyway. Nami has it at the moment, so he heads over, even though he’s already given her her drink- first, as always.

“Anything interesting, Nami?” He asks, forgoing the swan~ that got him an eyeroll earlier. He’s also just genuinely curious, which has him distracted just enough to act normal around women.

She skims it and frowns. “Nah, not much. Unless you consider Buggy interesting news.” She says, throwing the stack of parchment to the nearby table without a care. She takes her drink and leaves, presumably to go work at her desk.

Sanji does not find Buggy the Clown to be worthy of his attention, but the damn weirdo happens to pop up way more than he or any of the crew seems to think reasonable.

Regardless, he takes a peek at the newspaper anyway, since he’s already there. Nami’s right, nothing’s of interest- save for the stupid comic strip they’ve included on the last page.

Sora, Warrior of the Sea.

Sanji frowns, his face twisting up into the kind of gangster-like grimace he reserves for Zoro when he’s most exceptionally pissed him off.

He’s not nearly as bothered about it as he should be, but the comic is included in almost every issue of the paper they’ve received since they hit the Grand Line. The first time he’d spotted the Vinsmoke name he’d nearly had a stroke, but apparently, the few crew members who actually read that bit of the paper seemed convinced it was all fictional, the villainous Germa 66 army included.

Sanji was quite fine with leaving it that way.

It’s just a shitty attempt at Marine propaganda, and the fact his family’s been written in as villains as if they aren’t a real royal family kinda does make him laugh. They’ve become so synonymous with evil that they’re written as cartoon villains by the same news company that works with them in the crime underworld. Sanji’s surprised they don’t see it as a slap in the face- maybe they do, but the strips continue to come out unchanged.

On the best days he laughs acridly at the insult it does his biological father, on the worst he bites his lip in anger that he and his crew have to be exposed to their existence.

Though…

He reads the title over again.

Even if it’s just some bullshit marine propaganda, the way they’ve named the main character who beats the evil Germa family again and again brings a small grin to his lips.

—

All in all, the various times his past had almost come out had been relatively easy to cover up.

The closest call, however, had been when they’d landed on an unsuspecting Spring island, a little too close to the North Blue for his liking.

Franky had stayed behind to work on the ship, but the rest of them had gone ahead and went inland to restock supplies, stretch their legs, and find what this island had to offer.

And for once, they'd decided to stick together instead of splitting up. Mainly because some signs around town had said something about a big festival taking place in the square, and Nami, Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper had convinced the last few less sociable crewmates to come along.

Despite the proximity to North Blue, Sanji wasn't actually that worried. He'd never heard of this island before, and he doubted his father would be anywhere near it either. Germa may be a wandering country, but it hadn't left the North Blue in a while as far as he knew, and at the moment they were still in the Grand Line.

So when they all walked up the brick path to the town square, finding before them a wonderful spread of tents, stages, and food stalls, he actually found himself a little excited. Good food, good entertainment, and- he squinted his eyes at the closest stage, where a group of women in traditional garb were performing a folk dance.

Beautiful women? Hell yea, maybe this pit stop would be worth it after all.

“Wow, this looks amazing!” Nami cried, clapping her hands together. “I wonder what it’s all for?”

Usopp jutted a hand over his shoulder. “I think one of the signs we passed said it’s somebody’s birthday. Probably one of the kingdom’s rulers, if I had to guess.”

“Usopp, look!” Chopper interjected, pulling lightly on the leg of the sharpshooter’s pants. “They have cotton candy!”

“Cotton Candy!?” Luffy grinned, patting his hat. He ran off like a cartoon character, leaving a trail of smoke and guffaws of laughter behind him. Usopp and Chopper followed behind.

“Wait! You guys don’t have any money!” Nami said, jogging after them with her Berry pouch already half-opened to loan some out (with interest).

Eventually, she’d caught them, and handed out a bit of Berry to the rest of the crew, too. She sent Zoro back to the ship to grab Franky, both so he wouldn’t miss out and so that Zoro wouldn’t get lost on his own. (If he could even make it back to the ship, anyway).

Then she and Robin began making rounds to all the shops and stalls while they waited, leaving Sanji to do whatever he liked by his lonesome.

And he had absolutely no problem with that.

Obviously, he went straight over to the dancers, making obnoxious heart-eyes in the audience while he watched.

Soon enough, though, he calmed down and ended up wandering the food stalls, trading recipes with the vendors and even picking up some local produce from others.

He'd spent nearly an hour doing so, occasionally running into another Strawhat or two, when a man stopped him near one of the textile stalls.

Sanji had been about to head back to the ship, looking over one last fancy gourd with a scrutable eye, when someone called out his name. Well, a name.

"Young Master Vinsmoke?"

Sanji felt his blood run cold. He snapped his head up, his eyes meeting a man he didn't recognize.

He looked friendly enough- actually, he looked quite pleased to see him. He was posed nervously, as if he couldn't believe what was before him.

Now that Sanji thought about it, he did look somewhat familiar- the frilly outfit and the pins, bobs, and needles stuck into his pin-cushion bottoms. Some measuring tape hung loosely from a pack on his side, and bifocal glasses sat atop his head.

Not familiar enough, though. And Sanji didn't care who the hell he was, not after calling him that.

"Are you talking to me?" Sanji asked, cold anger already growing, though at the moment he was trying to keep his cool.

The man shook his head in amazement. "It is you, isn't it? Young Master Sanji? Why, they told me you'd died!"

Sanji just gaped at him, his latest cigarette falling gracelessly out of his mouth.

He suddenly grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and dragged the two of them behind the nearest stall, to an unoccupied alleyway nearby. The man squeaked in surprise, which Sanji ignored.

"Who the hell are you?" He gritted out, suddenly realizing his friends could be nearby. He prayed nobody had heard them. After last time, there'd be no way he'd be able to sweep it under the rug again.

"O-Oh, you don't remember me! My apologies, sir. I'm Taloose. I work as a royal tailor. I worked for your family when you were young, Mr. Vinsmoke.”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT.” Sanji growled, resisting the urge to pull the man up by the lapels of his frilly suit. He knew the other man didn’t know any better, but it still pissed him off.

Taloose squeaked again. “I’m sorry, sir!”

Sanji let out an irritated breath. “And stop calling me sir.” He grumbled, though with considerably less bite.

“I don’t answer to that name anymore, and I’m not a prince either. So just Sanji is fine.”

The tailor seemed hesitant to comply, but he nodded, silently.

There was a long and uncomfortable silence then. Sanji did recognize him, now that he thought about it. He barely saw the guy- maybe every couple months when he was really young, coming in to fix up little suits for special events for him and his siblings. At that age Sanji was still quite friendly, despite the abuse, but he didn’t form close bonds with the various workers at the beck and call of the Vinsmokes. If anything, he was too focused on his mother’s health and his failings in training. Any memories of this guy were quick snippets and stills of standing on a platform with measuring tape around his waist, and little else.

Realizing the silence had stretched a bit too far, Sanji figured he should probably say something. He had dragged the guy back here, after all.

“Tell me…If you worked for my family, then what are you doing here?” He tried not to let his anxiety seep into his question.

“Well, I’m a traveling tailor. I serve many royal families, including the family here. I helped craft the princess’s dress for this party, as well as some of the other family members. Once I was done, I decided I’d stop by and peruse the textile booths around the market- quite a fine selection if I do say so myself-!” He watched Sanji’s face become irritated and decided to shut up. “But, yes. Just here for the event, really.”

Sanji eyed him carefully. “Do you…still work for my family?”

Taloose shook his head. “No, actually. I don’t mean to flatter you, but you were always my favorite of the Vinsmoke children. Miss Reiju was alright, but the other three boys were quite rude, and with age they only got worse.” He made an unsettled face, as if to imply ‘rude’ wasn’t the full extent of it.

“It became increasingly difficult to work with them, and my work reflected that. I was on the verge of quitting anyway when your father fired me. I wasn’t qualified to be sewing raid suits anyway.” He scoffed.

“So you don’t have contact with them any more? You won’t tell them that you met me here?” Now his voice was betraying his anxiety, but he didn’t care.

Taloose just shook his head, smiling kindly. “No sir. I wouldn’t go back even if they paid me a million berries!” He said, standing tall and adjusting his frilly collar with pride.

Sanji felt himself relax a bit. He nevertheless pulled a new cigarette from the pack in his front pocket.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where they are nowadays, would you?” He asked after a drag. His fingers twitched ever so slightly despite the coolness he now desperately attempted to front.

Taloose was luckily a man without judgement. He shook his head gently. “No, I don’t have a clue. Hard to tell with the place always on the move.” He paused then, looking over Sanji with keen eyes.

“...I can tell you don’t wish to see them again. I apologize if my presence here made you uncomfortable. I assure you, I haven’t had contact with the Vinsmoke family in years. Should for whatever reason I come into contact with them again, I will not reveal your presence.” He says, bowing. “I promise.” A smile graces his face within the bow.

Sanji grumbles as he grabs Taloose by his collar, yanking him up to stand again. “Ya don’t gotta bow to me, idiot.”

“...But I appreciate that. Thanks.”

—

Sanji and Taloose part ways after that.

He’s glad to be rid of the reminder of his past, glad to have the reassurance the Vinsmokes aren’t actively searching for him or anything- but still troubled to have these memories brought back yet again. Running from your past is easy until you’re traveling the world with infamy, and suddenly the spotlight seems to put you back on the radar of harm long thought dead.

Make no mistake, Sanji didn’t regret his choice to join the Strawhats in the slightest. But he was beginning to wonder how much longer he could conceivably keep this secret.

It’s two years before it finally comes back to bite him in the ass.

—

“Hey, guys? The News Coo just dropped off a letter with the paper, but I think it was a mistake. It’s not addressed to any of us.”

Everyone’s heads pop up from their respective locations around the ship, peeking at Nami and the stack of papers now held in her hand. Luffy swings over from his spot on the figurehead.

“What’s it say!? Open it!” He yells excitedly, now looking down over her shoulder at it himself.

“You can’t open someone else’s mail, Luffy, it’s against the law.”

“We’re pirates!” He retorts, and for once Nami feels silly, realizing he’s right in this matter. She purses her lips and eyeballs it again, some recognition starting to come to her face.

Sanji has come down from the galley by now, hands in his pocket as he and most of the rest of the crew approaches the only entertainment they’ve had so far on an unusually boring day of sailing.

“Who’s it addressed to?” Robin asks.

“Vinsmoke.” Nami says simply, and Sanji actually staggers in his place on the deck.

“Strangely enough, isn’t that the villain from that popular comic in the newspaper sometime? Why on Earth would someone try to send a fake character a letter? And how’d we end up with it?” Nami continues, though Sanji doesn’t hear her. He’s too busy falling into the depths of a panic attack here and now.

He’d say that his stomach dropped when he heard her say the name, that his blood ran cold, but with his worst trauma suddenly cropping up in front of him in real life, truly occurring and unable to be stopped, right before the gaze of his crew, his family- he just feels nothing. A switch flips in him and all he feels his nothingness, and then pure hot fear.

“...Sanji? Are you okay?” Chopper asks from beside him, his kind face full of worry at the cook’s near instant reaction. He looks pale, his face is staring straight down at the deck like if he doesn’t look up it isn’t real, and from this angle Chopper can actually see both of his eyes for once, and they’re both blown wide and full of fear.

But he doesn’t answer, because as Chopper asks this Nami slips her thumb under the fold of the envelope and is about to rip it open, and Sanji lurches forward and has to stop himself from Diable Jambe-ing Nami’s hands and burning the letter to ash. He still does something quite out of character for him when it comes to the redheaded woman- which is that he actually yells at her to stop.

Nami, and everyone else, for that matter, freezes.

“Sanji?” Nami asks, incredulous, and a little worried.

He settles for taking it from her hands, as gently as he can manage, which is not at all.

“Don’t.” He says darkly, even though he already has the letter safely in his own hands.

Everyone is silent. They all expect someone to break the silence and yell about not being rude to Nami, but the person they expect to do so is standing right in front of them, doing exactly that. Sanji sighs, and without looking at his crew, slowly rips open the letter.

He looks it over, eyeing it as if he’s in his own pocket dimension at the moment, and no one else is there. Then, when he’s read the contents, he pauses, folds the letter, and sticks it in the pocket of his slacks.

Everyone is waiting with a question on their lips when he finally looks up again, but no one says anything, even Luffy.

Then Sanji sighs, and crosses his arms. He looks all of a sudden more nervous and unsure of himself than they’ve seen him since before Saboady, maybe even since they’ve met him.

“Do you guys remember…back in Skypiea, when we found the book Liar Noland?”

It seems an odd place to start, but they all give various sorts of a nod.

“And I told you all how I was actually born in the North Blue.” He says, reaching an arm up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. He really wished he had a cigarette right now, but he didn’t want to interrupt by lighting one.

They nod again, aside from Franky and Brook, who hadn’t been on the crew yet at that time.

“Well…” He can’t help it anymore. Quicker than they’ve ever seen him do it before, he slips a cig from his pack and lights it with ease, pulling some smoke out of it like he’s thirsty for it. They’ve all started to put pieces together by now, or at the very least, realize he’s about to open up to them about something quite big.

“My real name…No. My birth name is Vinsmoke Sanji.” He says, wincing at the words put together outloud. “And I’m…I was a prince.”

Everyone’s eyebrows raise at that, eyes widening; save for Zoro and Luffy, who stay relatively straight-faced, listening intently.

“I left when I was 8. I snuck onto a cruise ship, and then Zeff found me.” He continues, mincing the more ugly details that he doesn’t quite feel ready to tell them yet. He doesn’t want this to become a sob story.

“Basically, I’m a runaway prince. Though my father told everyone I was dead anyway…” He sucks in another breath full of smoke. He keeps stuttering and trailing off in his words in a way that so isn’t like him, it’s making him sick. He just wants to get this over with.

“The point is, this letter…It’s for me. I’ve been invited back…”

For a moment, Sanji considers not telling them the truth. He doesn’t want to put them in danger, he doesn’t want them to pity him, he doesn’t want them to feel the need to help him, to do so because he’s too weak to do it himself.

But he also trusts them. More than anyone else in the world, save for his father. His real father.

“For an arranged marriage to one of Big Mom’s daughters.” He grits out, biting down on his cigarette with distaste.

Usopp looks ready to burst with questions, Nami and Robin are incredulous, and even Zoro looks vaguely emotive. Franky and Chopper and Brook are just waiting for someone else to say something first.

But Luffy is, strangely enough, smiling. He adjusts the position of the straw hat on his head, ensuring it’s nice and tight. Then he gives Sanji a grin.

“I’ve been waiting for a reason to pick a fight with Big Mom.” He says.

And somehow, that’s the most reassuring thing he could have heard Luffy say to all of that.

#one piece #one piece spoilers #i am a new fan from the live action. but if u are a new fan from the live action. dont read this unless ur okay with spoilers #sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #op #my writing #fic #fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #whole cake island #whole cake arc #whole cake spoilers #kinda. barely #strawhat pirates #the pacing in this is a little off and the ending is Eh but otherwise im pretty happy w this. yippee #cross posted on ao3

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love to see you blush

the one where eddie is a little shit, knows you like him and likes to see you get all flustered.

warnings: fluff, a little angst. reader thinks eddie doesn’t actually like her, eddies a little tease. that’s all! enjoy pretties <33.

my first eddie fic, pls leave feedback in comments and send me requests through inbox! love you mwah.

eddie munson is a massive tease. he was before, but after finding out through my “friends” that i may or may not have a massive crush on him, i knew he was going to tease me about it.

he’d gone to robin and steve two nights ago, friday night, interrogating them about why i’d be acting differently around him, he bugged them for a while and in their defence they managed to keep my secret for a while, until they broke and told him everything. and i mean, everything. they had immediately found me after they finished work, profusely apologising at my door. immediately i was humiliated, just knowing that eddie knows that i like him. i was extremely worried because how on earth am i ever going to be around him now? he probably doesn’t feel the same, because it’s now sunday night and he hadn’t come over, texted me or anything. i think if he felt the same he would’ve been excited right?

monday morning came and i’d never been more anxious to go to school. and to make it worse? first period i have english, the class where i sit right. beside. eddie. the second i walked in, his eyes were on me, an amused glint in his eyes as a smile slowly grew on his face. i sighed, furrowing my eyebrows as i quickly sat beside him in my seat. i could feel his eyes on me, so i turn to him and sighed.

“can you please forget about it?” i beg, letting out an anxious breath as my hands shake as i grip onto my pen.

“why would i wanna do that beautiful?” he said with a smirk, the nickname flushing my cheeks almost immediately. his smile widened, “look at you all flustered? damn you must really like me” he giggled.

“it’s not funny!” i say back, looking away and keeping my head down.

“you don’t need to be all shy, and you better still sit with us all at lunch” he says, reaching over and pushing a little bit of hair from my face, his thumb brushing my blushed cheek.

“stop.” i say, pushing his hand away. luckily the teacher soon arrived, so eddie shut his mouth and left me alone.

it’s bad that he knows my feelings for him, but it makes it ten times worse that he’s neither rejecting me or saying he feels the same. its almost like hes mocking me for it. i’d much, much rather he just straight up tell me he doesn’t feel the same i can go ahead and start getting over him. he knows i get shy and anxious when i’m uncomfortable, so why would he purposely make me feel uncomfortable?

much to my despair, the teacher screwed me over and said we were to pair up and research about the topic from textbooks. i turn to look at eddie, as he grins, pushing his table close to mine and scooting his chair far too close to me.

“so when did you develop this massive crush on me?” he says, leaning his head in his hand and grinning at me. i feel the heat rush to my face, avoiding eye contact with him.

“stop it, eddie” i frowned.

“i do actually want to know, because i really had no idea you felt the s-“ i cut him off,

“about 6 months okay?” i say, “now can we actually do this research?” i gulped, looking away from him as he smiles softly, nodding.

soon lunch came around, and i’ve been dreading it all morning. i walk into the cafeteria and see everyone already sat around the table. eddie, the kids, robin, nancy and steve. i frown, slowly walking over as the anxiety builds up once again. i sit in the only empty seat, right beside eddie. and immediately that shit eating grin returns to his face as i sit down, facing away from him.

“hello gorgeous” he purred, and everyone smirked at the table. “hi” i mumble, pulling out my water bottle and having a few sips. he scoots his chair closer to me, tapping my arm so i look at him. reluctantly, i do. it doesn’t help that he just looks extra good today. his skin is all perfect and glowy, his hair fresh and fuzzy pulled back into a man bun which takes my breath away, his lips look extra red and plump and soft-

“like what you see?” he says, snapping me out of my trance and turning away from him again with red cheeks. “i thought you blushing over a nickname was bad, but from just looking at me?” he grins.

“stop it, please” i say, looking over at robin and steve with a sad look. they both look so guilty, and good, they should.

“i don’t want to stop because you are extremely cute when you start blushing” he says, resting his head in his palm and smiling. i gulp, putting my water away in my bag.

“okay fine, yes i blush a lot when i’m around you or when i look at you or when you talk to me because yes. i do like you, but that doesn’t give you the right to tease me and humiliate me in front of my friends. if you don’t feel the same, i’d rather you just tell me rather than mock me for it.” i snapped, standing up and walking straight out of the cafeteria and straight to my car. i can’t handle another minute of his teasing, the anxiety too much for me.

third prsn.

“not cool eddie. not cool” steve says, shaking his head. “you know how anxious she gets!” robin adds, as the whole table stares angrily up at eddie.

“i don’t know what i did wrong?” he says, furrowing his eyebrows, genuinely confused by y/n’s outburst.

“she’s right, if you don’t like her then you should just tell her” dustin says, nodding his head at his curly haired friend.

“but i do like her! i am crazy about her! i thought i was making that obvious to her” he says, stressed out and rubbing his face. everyone is confused. “what by teasing her? mocking her? making her uncomfortable?” nancy says, annoyed at eddie for upsetting her best friend.

eddie frowns, “i didn’t want to do any of those things, i really do think she’s cute when she blushes”.

“then make her blush by telling her how you feel about her!” robin exclaims. “and do it fast because i swear if a single tear falls from that beautiful girls eyes i will not hesitate to kill you”.

eddie laughs, locking eyes with robin as she keeps a straight face. his smile dropped. “damn, okay, okay i’ll go now” he says before running out of the cafeteria and to his van.

back to y/n pov

i plop myself onto my bed, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. i held it back the whole drive home, not wanting to breakdown whilst driving. i got into my pj’s, putting on a movie and finally that i’m sat down and relaxed, i couldn’t hold them back. i feel so embarrassed. embarrassed from my feelings, embarrassed from my outburst earlier. just humiliated. my friendship with eddie is now effectively ruined, i doubt he will want to speak to me again, and i can’t be around him anymore.

i sit up, cuddling into my covers and blankets as i lean against the headboard. i stare at the tv, trying to focus on the movie and stay out of my own head.

i was snapped soon out of my trance as i hear a massive bang near my window, my heart jumping out of my chest. i hop up and fun over to the window, pulling open the curtains, seeing eddie hanging off of my windowsill, motioning towards the window. i sighed, opening it and letting him climb inside. “you know i have a door, right?”.

“well i wasn’t sure if you’d answer me” he says, standing there looking at my sad face, furrowing his eyebrows.

“look if you’re here to tease me more i’d much rather you just go home-".

“no, no no sweetheart i’m not here to do that” he says, rushing over to sit on the edge of my bed right beside me as i curl back under my covers.

“then why are you here.” i ask softly, staring at him as he scoots a little closer.

“i’m here to apologise for today, i did not want to humiliate you or embarrass you, and i most certainly wasn’t teasing you” he starts, his hand coming up to wipe away the tear stains on my cheeks. “i was just trying to, i don’t know… flirt?” he says nervously, cringing at himself.

“flirt?” i say, raising my eyebrows.

“yeah, i know. stupid isn’t it?” he laughs dryly. “clearly i’m not very good at it” he sighed. i let him continue. “when they told me you liked me, i was really, really happy. i mean i was so happy i got home and didn’t know what to do with myself. all weekend i was thinking about you and i wanted to come over but i was really nervous. fuck, i even did a whole routine monday morning, i did my hair and shit and scrubbed my face and stuff i don’t know”. he trails off of his ramble with a chuckle.

i sit up straighter, my face now closer to his. “why did you do that?” i say, fresh tears poking at my eyes. he sighed,

“because i… like you”

i widen my eyes, lips parting, staring at his pretty doe eyes. “you like me?”

he sighs and nods, “i’m crazy about you” with his own blush.

“well look who’s blushing now” i say, smiling a little with a small laugh. he rolled his eyes, “shut up” he lets out a breath, before leaning in and catching my lips perfectly in his for a soft kiss. he smiles against my lips, hands trailing down from my face to my neck, over my shoulders and around my waist. i feel starstruck, my hands on his biceps, squeezing as he presses his lips a little harder on mine. i let out a shaky breath as he pulls back for a second to look at me, before re connecting our lips.

i eventually pull back before i pass out, staring at his eyes as he looks at me a little in a daze himself.

“sooo, do you wanna be my girlfriend?” he says, looking at me with wide eyes, waiting nervously for my answer.

“yeah, yes, i do” i breath out, a smile breaking out on my lips.

“yeah?” he says, confirming it for himself.

“yeah” i say back, nodding.

“i have to go tell robin, she keeps sending me threatening text messages”.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n #eddie the freak munson

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sarahisgay01 · 2 years

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Nancy fucking Robin with a strap-on that's like 8.5 bc robin was being a brat while they were out with Steve and Eddie . Can u add like: mommy kink dumbificatipn and overstimulation pls 🥺.

#💫 anon

(Sorry this took me so long!!) Yes absolutely!!😊💖 I really enjoyed writing this one

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!!)

Attitude Problem

Mommy!Dom!Nancy x Bratty!Sub!Robin

Notes: Robin and Nancy are in an established relationship

Tonight was weekly movie night, the night that Robin, Nancy, Steve, and Eddie set aside for the four of you to hangout without the kids. It was just the four of you at Steve’s house and Robin had been at work all day. She hadn’t seen Nancy until she arrived at Steve’s and missed her. Steve drove the two of them back to his place after their shift at Family Video ended and she helped him put out food for everyone. She kept checking the clock every few minutes, wishing the time would jump to 8:00pm when Nancy would show up. At 7:58pm, the front door to Steve’s opened and it was no other than Nancy, who walked through the door. Robin ran over to her with a smile on her face, then gave her a hug and said “I missed you so much, Nance!” Nancy smiled and said, “I missed you too, Robbie.” Robin grabbed her hand and brought the two of them over to the couch. Nancy said, “Hold on, sweetheart. I’m thirsty, I’m going to go get a coke”, but Robin whined and grabbed her arm. She said, “No, stay” and Nancy replied, “Robbie, I’ll be right back, promise.” Robin whined out, “No” and Nancy said, “Someone seems a little bratty today, huh?” Then Nancy leaned into her ear and said, “I’d change your attitude, mommy would hate to have to punish you, sweetheart.” Robin let go of her arm and pouted, until Nancy came back. A few seconds later, the front door opens and it’s Eddie. He says hello to Robin and Nancy, then makes his way to the kitchen to see Steve. Five minutes or so passes and the boys come into the living room. It was Steve’s turn to pick the movie and he chose, Back to the Future, which made Robin laugh hysterically when he said what they were watching. Nobody but the two of them understood the laughter and neither Nancy nor Eddie bothered to ask. Robin and Nancy curled up on the couch together, then not even 20 minutes later, Robin was getting touchy with Nancy. Nancy whispered, “We can go to my house after the movie sweetheart, be a good girl for mommy and stop being so touchy, okay?” Robin whispered, “But mommy, want to touch you, please?” Nancy replied, “I know, Robbie. You will soon though, okay?” and Robin said, “No, want to now.” As soon as she said it, one of her hands went and cupped one of Nancy’s breasts. Nancy looked at her and said, “You have one more chance to be a good girl or else I’m taking you back to my house, immediately for you to be punished. Do you understand?” Robin nodded and about 30 minutes later, whispered to Nancy, “Mommy, can we leave now? Need you, please. Please, mommy.” Nancy replied, “Be patient and wait for the movie to be over, sweetheart.” Robin pouted and loudly whispered, “Mommy, please!” Nancy replied, “No. Now be a good girl and wait.” Robin quietly whined and said, “No, if you won’t touch me, I’ll go do it myself. Fuck you.” That was the final straw, Nancy grabbed her wrist and whispered through gritted teeth, “We’re leaving, now.” Steve and Eddie paused the movie, then Steve said, “You guys alright?” Nancy replied, “Mhmmm, Robin just isn’t feeling well. I’m going to take her back to my house and take care of her. Sorry guys!” Robin says, “Yeah, my stomach really hurts. I’m sorry guys!” The boys nodded and in unison said “It’s no problem. Feel better Rob!”, then Robin replied “Thanks!” After Robin replied, Nancy was dragging Robin by her wrist, out the front door. When the two of them got into her car, she said “You couldn’t be a good girl like mommy asked, couldn’t be good for mommy, huh Robbie?” Robin whined while Nancy started her car and said, “Just needed you, mommy. Need you to touch me! Please!” Nancy replied in a mocking tone, “Such a needy little brat, huh? Need to get that attitude out of you, since you made us leave early. Need to teach you how to be a good girl for mommy.” Robin whined again and as Nancy started pulling out of Steve’s driveway, Nancy said, “Be quiet or else I’ll make your punishment worse. Do you understand?” Robin nodded her head and the drive back to Nancy’s house was silent.

On the drive back to her house, Nancy was thinking about the perfect punishment to give Robin. When she thought of the perfect way to punish her, a grin appeared on her face. After a little over five minutes, the girls arrived at Nancy’s house. Robin hesitantly got out of the car and followed Nancy inside. She took her shoes off by the front door, then Nancy said, “Upstairs, to my room, now.” Robin whimpered when Nancy said “Now” in her stern tone. She nodded and said, “Yes, mommy”, then quickly made her way to Nancy’s room. Robin was nervous about the punishment Nancy was going to give her and didn’t want to make it worse. Nancy wanted to wait a couple minutes before going upstairs, making Robin think about what her punishment could be. When she made her way to her room, Robin was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her legs were spread wide, feet flat on the floor, elbows on her knees, and she couldn’t sit still. Nancy walked closer to her and said, “Aw Robbie, you look so cute waiting for mommy to punish you.” Robin sat up, then whined and said, “Mommy, I’m sorry. I’ll be good now, I promise! I’m s-” Nancy cut her off and said, “Quiet. It’s too late for apologies, don’t you think? You were being such a fucking brat, you don’t think you deserve a punishment for that?” By the end of her question, Nancy was now standing in front of Robin, towering over her. Robin just sat there and hesitantly nodded, but that’s not what Nancy wanted. She took her hand and grabbed Robin’s throat, choking her, not enough to actually hurt her, but enough for her to feel it. Nancy said, “Mommy asked you a question, Robbie. When mommy asks you a question, you answer. Understand?” Robin whimpers and says, “Y- Yes, mommy.” Nancy responds, “Good girl. Now let me ask you again. Do you think you deserve a punishment for being a brat earlier?” Robin whimpers out, “Y- Yes mommy, I- I deserve to be- I deserve to be p- p- punished.” Nancy responded, “Mmmm that’s my good girl, Robbie”, then she released her hand from around her throat. She backed away a couple feet and said “Stand up.” Robin immediately obeyed her command and stood in front of her. Nancy took a step closer to her and tugged at her t-shirt, then said, “Needy brats like you don’t deserve to wear clothes. Lets take these off you, sweetheart.” Robin replied, “Yes, mommy” and Nancy said “Arms up.” She raised her arms and Nancy pulled her shirt over her head, then tossed it on the floor. Next to go was her bra, which she tossed on top of her shirt. Nancy hummed when she saw her bare from the waist up and couldn’t resist pinching her nipples. A noise mixed between a moan and whimper left Robin’s lips, which made Nancy chuckle. Robin’s hands were squeezed into fists by her side, she wanted to touch Nancy, but she knew better. Nancy took one of her hands and placed it in the middle of Robin’s chest, then scratched down to her hips. Robin shut her eyes tight and moaned out “Fuck mommy.” A grin appeared on Nancy’s face and her hands made their way to the waistband of Robin’s jeans.

Nancy unbuttoned Robin’s jeans, then unzipped them and slowly started pulling them down. While she pulled them down, she stared at Robin as she dropped to her knees. Once Robin stepped out of her jeans, Nancy focused her eyes upon Robin’s panties. She noticed the wet patch on her panties and said, “Aw Robbie, you’re so wet. Is that all for mommy, sweetheart? You want mommy to touch you, baby?” Robin loudly whined out begs, saying, “Please mommy! Please touch me! Please! Need you to touch me mommy!” Nancy just giggled and said, “Aw, you’re so cute, baby. Mommy hasn’t even punished you yet, sweetheart”, then she faked a pout. Robin loudly whined and Nancy stood up, then went into her closet. She grabbed a box, then looked at Robin and said, “Mommy’s going to be right back, Robbie. Be a good girl and stay there. Can I trust you to be good and not touch yourself while mommy’s gone or do I have to tie your hands behind your back?” Robin’s eyes went wide and she said, “I’ll be- I’ll be good, mommy. Pr- Promise!” Nancy replied, “That’s my good girl”, then walked out of her room and to the bathroom. Robin stood there biting her lip and waiting for Nancy to return. Nancy was excited, she recently purchased a new piece for her strap-on, a bigger one and one Robin hasn’t seen yet. She strips off everything but her matching bralette and panties set, then puts the strap-on harness on. Next, she takes the new piece out of the box and grins, then attaches it to the harness. She grabs the lube she bought out of her box, then walks back into her room. Robin’s facing the door and as soon as Nancy walked back in, Robin’s eyes fell to her waist, then widened. Her mouth dropped open and she looked up at Nancy, then whimpered, “M- M- Mommy, so b- b- big.” Nancy grinned and said, “Mhmmm and you’re going to take all of it like a good girl.” Robin’s eyes were now fixated on the strap-on and Nancy said, “Kneel.” Robin whimpered, knowing what was about to happen after she dropped to her knees. Nancy walked towards her and seconds later, the strap-on was right in front of Robin’s face. She said, “Be a good girl and open your mouth, tongue out”, Robin did what she said and then Nancy started tapping the tip of the strap-on on her tongue. After doing that for a couple seconds, she said “Be a good girl while mommy fucks that dirty mouth of yours.” Robin whimpers and Nancy slowly thrusts her hips, pushing the strap-on in and out of her mouth. Nancy starts to push deeper into her mouth and Robin gags, then her eyes start to tear up. She starts to thrust faster and tears start to roll down Robin’s face. Nancy pulls the strap-on out of her mouth and grabs a handful of her hair. She pulls her hair down, so Robin’s looking up at her and says “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart. So pretty for mommy.” Robin whines and her thighs are squeezed tight together. Nancy says, “Stand up” and Robin replies, “Y- Yes mommy”, then gets up on her feet quickly. Once she’s standing, Nancy says, “You’ve probably ruined these, huh?”, then snaps the waistband of Robin’s panties. Robin whimpers and Nancy drops down to her knees, then looks up at Robin, who’s already looking down at her. Through her lashes, she stares into Robin’s eyes and says, “Mmmm lets find out, Robbie.” Nancy takes both her hands and pulls down Robin’s panties, agonizingly slow. While she’s pulling them down, she can see how wet Robin is. After her panties are off, she balls them up and can feel how soaked they are. Holding Robin’s panties in her hand, she looks up at her and says “I was right. Mommy made you too wet, huh baby?” Robin nods and says “Y- Yes, s- so wet for y- y- you, mommy.” Nancy stands back up and says, “Lay on the edge of the bed, flat on your back, and feet flat on the floor.” Robin nods and quickly gets up to follow Nancy’s command. Nancy’s still holding Robin’s balled up panties and with her other hand, she grabs the bottle of lube she had earlier.

Once Nancy is towering over Robin, she places the bottle of lube next to her body. Robin’s laying on the edge of the bed, like Nancy commanded and Nancy says “Open that dirty mouth of yours, baby.” Robin lets out a small whimper, then opens her mouth almost immediately. Nancy shoves Robin’s wet, balled up panties into her mouth and says, “Good girl, Robbie. Now you can’t use that nasty mouth of yours.” Robin whines and Nancy takes her hands, then pinches Robin’s nipples. She says, “You were such a brat earlier with that dirty mouth of yours. Telling me you were going to touch yourself and you said “Fuck you.” Robbie, you know not to speak to mommy like that” and she pinches her nipples harder. A louder muffled whimper comes from Robin’s mouth and her eyes have tears in them. Nancy says, “Mommy has to fuck that attitude right out of you. When I’m done with you, you’ll be so dumb from mommy’s cock, baby. You won’t even know your own name, Robbie. Mommy will teach you how to be a good girl.” As Robin whimpers, Nancy grabs the bottle of lube and starts to squeeze some onto the strap-on. She takes her hand and spreads the lube all over it. Once she’s done, she takes the strap-on and taps it against Robin’s dripping pussy. Both of them can hear how wet Robin is with each tap of the strap-on against her pussy. Nancy says, “Mmmm mommy’s going to fuck that attitude out of you, baby. Gonna make you dumb from my cock”, then she slowly enters the tip of the strap-on into her entrance. A loud whimper is muffled by the panties in Robin’s mouth and tears start to roll down her cheeks. Nancy says, “I know baby, it’ll only hurt for a little bit. Mommy needs to stretch that pretty pussy of yours”, then she slowly pushes further into her. Drool starts to drip down Robin’s chin and onto her neck, while tears continue to roll down her cheeks. Nancy gets the strap-on almost fully inside of her, there’s only about two inches left. She holds down Robin’s thighs and pushes the rest of it into her. Nancy says, “You’re doing so good, Robbie. Being such a good girl for mommy”, then starts to slowly move her hips. More drool starts to leave her mouth as Nancy thrusts her hips. After a couple seconds, the pain switched more to a pleasurable feeling. The whimpers Robin was letting out, turned into moans and once Nancy realized, she started moving her hips faster. Nancy could tell Robin was about to cum and she said, “Don’t you dare cum without my permission.” Robin whined and nodded, then Nancy pushed Robin’s hips down into the mattress. She started fucking her faster and harder, making Robin’s legs shake. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her fists are white knuckling the sheets. She’s trying her best to be a good girl, trying her best not to cum without permission. Robin starts to sob, it’s getting too hard to hold in, it feels too good. Right as she feels like she going release and disobey Nancy’s command, Nancy pulls the entire strap-on out of her. A loud muffled scream, mixed with a sob left Robin’s mouth, along with more drool around her chin and dripping onto her neck. Tears started pouring out of her and Nancy said, “Such a pretty baby when you cry for me, Robbie.” Robin starts to sob more and after about 30 seconds, Nancy starts to slowly slide the strap-on back inside of Robin’s entrance. A loud muffled moan leaves Robin’s mouth as she feels the strap-on inside of her again.

Once half the strap-on is inside of her, Nancy slams her hips forward and the other half roughly enters Robin. She screams out, tears continue pouring out of her and her body begins to spasm. Nancy holds her hips down and starts to roughly pound the strap-on into her. As she’s pounding into her, Nancy says, “What did mommy say? Mommy said she’s going to fuck that attitude of yours out of you and fuck you dumb on mommy’s cock. You’re going to be a good girl and take it. Be a good girl and take mommy’s cock like the needy slut you are.” Muffled sobs and whimpers are leaving Robin’s mouth. Nancy continues roughly thrusting her hips into her and when she realizes Robin’s close she says, “Cum for mommy, sweetheart. Cum all over mommy’s cock.” Robin didn’t need to be told twice, she screamed out as Nancy continued pounding into her as she came. Nancy didn’t stop her movements, she continued thrusting her hips roughly into Robin’s tight pussy. The sobbing and whimpering continued as Robin started to get overstimulated. Her second climax hit her abruptly and again, she screamed out as she came. Nancy slowed her thrusts, letting Robin ride out her orgasm. After her second orgasm was completely ridden out, Nancy towered over Robin, but stood still. She looked down at Robin’s pussy and said, “Aw sweetheart, your clit’s throbbing. My poor baby, mommy will make it all better.” Nancy took two fingers and started to rub slow tight circles on her clit. Robin tried to squeeze her eyes shut more, but she couldn’t. Her fists couldn’t grip the sheets harder, but she knew if she touched Nancy her punishment would only get worse. The stimulation of the strap-on still inside her and Nancy’s fingers on her clit started to make all of Robin’s thoughts disappear. Her head went blank, all she could think about was Nancy’s movements and the feeling throughout her entire body. As her third orgasm hit her, all that left her mouth was a loud sobbing whimper. Slowly, Nancy pulled the strap-on out of Robin and more drool started dripping down her chin as she screamed out a sob. Nancy took the strap-on off, then stood in between Robin’s legs and leaned down. She took the pads of her thumbs and wiped her tears. Nancy said, “I know, baby. Mommy’s almost done with your punishment. Maybe now you’ve learned not to be brat, sweetheart.” Robin’s brain couldn’t register what Nancy said, she was too far gone. Nancy could see it in her eyes and said, “Aw, did mommy fuck you dumb, Robbie? Did you go dumb on mommy’s cock, sweetheart? You’re just my stupid pretty little slut, huh? Mommy loves that she fucked you stupid, baby.” She took her fingertips and started running them up and down her body, starting from the middle of her chest, down to her hip bone. Robin’s body twitched at the light touch, then Nancy’s hands moved to grip her thighs. She gripped them and pressed them into the mattress, stopping her from squirming away. Nancy dropped to her knees, in between Robin’s thighs and was met with Robin’s dripping wet pussy. She stuck out her tongue, then flattened it and licked a stripe from the bottom of her entrance, all the way the top of her clit. Nancy could feel Robin trying to squirm away, but the grip and hold on her thighs was too strong. She pulled away for a moment, to hum in pleasure at the taste of Robin. Nancy said, “Fuck baby, you taste so good. Taste so good for mommy, Robbie”, then moved her head back and started licking Robin’s clit. She started off slow, enjoying the taste of her, then gradually picked up her pace. Robin’s legs started to shake, so Nancy licked even faster. As Robin’s fourth orgasm came, she screamed out a loud sob with several tears following it. Even though it was muffled by the panties in her mouth, the scream was still loud. Robin was so overstimulated, but Nancy wanted to coax one more orgasm out of her.

Nancy let Robin ride out her orgasm, then lifted her head and looked at Robin. She said, “You think you can be a good girl and cum one more time for mommy, sweetheart?” Robin heard the praise and she wanted to be Nancy’s good girl, so she very weakly nodded her head, still sobbing while doing so. Nancy said, “That’s my good girl, Robbie. You’re being such a good girl for mommy, sweetheart.” Nancy rewarded her by being slightly gentle and running her hands up and down Robin’s thighs. After doing that a couple times, she lowered her head down and latched her mouth around Robin’s clit. Nancy began sucking on it, eliciting a loud whimpering sob from Robin, still muffled by her panties. She continued sucking on her clit until she knew Robin was close to her climax. Once her legs started to shake wildly, she released Robin’s clit and lowered her mouth to her entrance. Nancy took her tongue and put it inside of her dripping wet hole, moving it in and out. She felt Robin’s walls clench around her tongue and seconds later a loud, but weak sob left Robin’s mouth. She came right on Nancy’s tongue, a moan escaping her mouth at the feeling and the taste. Before Nancy went to comfort Robin, she said, “Sweetheart, mommy’s going to clean you up, just a little bit. Then I’m going to go grab a towel, okay? Mommy will be there to comfort you in just a minute, Robbie.” Nancy did as she said, she cleaned up some of Robin’s cum and wetness without overstimulating her. Then, she quickly went to her bathroom to grab a towel. On her way back to her room, she wiped off her face and when she came back, quickly rushed over to clean Robin’s pussy gently. After making sure she was all clean, she went over by Robin’s head and finally removed the panties from her mouth. She wiped the drool off her face and neck, while Robin continued to sob. Nancy pulled her weak body up into her and held her. She said, “Mommy’s got you, Robbie. It’s okay, no more punishments, sweetheart. You were such a good girl for mommy and did such a good job. Such a good girl for me, Robbie. You’re mommy’s good girl, baby. It’s okay, mommy’s got you. Mommy’s got you.” After repeating phrases like that to Robin for ten minutes and Nancy running her fingers through her hair, she was able to calm down. Her body was so weak and her eyes could barely stay open. Nancy said, “Sweetheart, I know you’re tired, but we need to put some clothes on you. Mommy will help get you dressed, okay?” A weak nod is all Robin could manage to reply with and Nancy kisses the top of her head. Nancy has a drawer filled with clothes for Robin, so she grabbed a pair of underwear, a soft black shirt, and soft flannel pajama pants. She knew Robin wanted to feel her touch, she needed her bare skin, so she put on a tank top and pajama shorts. Once they were both dressed, Nancy laid her body flat on the bed with her head raised slightly, supported by a pillow. When she was comfortable, she said, “Come here, sweetheart” and immediately Robin nuzzled herself into Nancy’s chest. Robin hummed at the feeling of Nancy’s skin against hers and her gentle touch. She had one hand laying on her own stomach and intertwined her hand with Robin’s. Her other hand had it’s fingers running through her hair. Before they went to sleep, Nancy said, “I love you, sweetheart, so very much.” Robin replied a sleepily and barely understandable, “Love you too, Nance.” Nancy kissed the top of her head, then turned off the light. Robin fell asleep almost instantly, while Nancy fell asleep 20 minutes later. She fell asleep playing with Robin’s hair and listening to her breathing. The following day, since Robin was now able to talk, Nancy asked, “So sweetheart, did you learn you lesson last night?” Robin immediately nodded rapidly and said, “Y- Yes, I won’t- I won’t be a brat anymore. I promise! I’ll be your good girl, I swear!” Nancy giggled and said, “Mmmm I guess I really did fuck the attitude right out of you, huh?” While giggling, she started peppering Robin with kisses until they were both giggling and rolling around on Nancy’s bed.

Hope you liked this!!🥺💖

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staygoldwriting · 2 years

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Hii! Can I pls request a Eddie Munson x fem!crybaby!reader? Like she’s such a softie that even if she sees a little flower all alone she’ll cry. Or if Eddie says something very nice she cries. If she’s hungry? You guessed it! She cries! And when Eddie gives her like takeout she cries cause she found Eddie adorable!🥰😅

Ngl-it is very self centered cause I’m a real crybaby😇😅

Hi there! This is such a cute request 😍 It made me think that I should probably introduce a fluff-o-meter for my work on a scale of 1-5 😂 I wrote it in blurbs so I could include more scenarios! I hope you and enjoy, and as always, please show love and support 🤗💕

Word count: ~800 with a 200 word bonus

Warnings: 5 on the fluff-o-meter, mentions of marriage

For @fieldofsecretss 💙

😭 Crybaby

“Hey, sweetheart, sorry Hellfire took so long, but I’m home now-wait, what’s wrong?” Eddie rushed over to you. You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, tears streaming down your face.

“It’s… it’s just the movie,” you said, sniffling.

“Sweetheart… you’re watching Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure,” Eddie replied confused, but still tried to soothe you. “What’s sad about it?”

“Nothing, it’s just so sweet that they have each other, you know?” you cried. “Friendship is so beautiful.”

“It sure is,” Eddie smiled, holding you tight. Every once in a while, well, more than once in a while, you would get into a weepy mood, and Eddie tried his best to comfort and understand you, but it still caught him off guard at times.

“I’m better now,” you sniffled, kissing him. “How was your time?”

“It was good! The guys say hello as always.”

“Hello to the guys,” you smiled.

“Oh! Mike wanted me to give this to you,” Eddie said, handing you a small box. You opened it to see a small pin with a flower on it.

“Awww,” you whimpered. “He’s so sweet! I remember telling him I liked roses, and now… and now…” you started to blubber and cry, and Eddie brought you back into his arms, kissing you all over your face until you laughed.

“I’ll tell him you said thank you,” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess! You’ve only been here two minutes and I’ve already cried twice. I’m such a crybaby.”

“But you’re _my _crybaby, and I would never want you to change!” Eddie said, kissing your temple. “You feel emotions strongly! If people don’t get it, then screw them and their insensitivity.”

“You’re the best,” you sniffled, kissing his forehead.

-😭-

“Okay, I think we have everything on our list,” Eddie said as he scanned the grocery list. “You want anything else, baby? Baby?”

Eddie looked up to see you sniffling at the bakery section, peering into the pastry window. As he approached you, he brushed away a tear falling down your cheek.

“We need to buy that cookie, Eddie.”

“Which one, honey?”

“The one… all alone.”

“Oh, okay, that makes sense. It needs company?”

“No! Don’t you get it? All his cookie friends have been deemed edible, and he’s here, waiting to be eaten.”

“Well, let’s buy it and split it so it can feel twice as loved.”

“You know me so well, baby.”

-😭-

“How was school today?” you asked Eddie as he walked inside.

“Eh, not too bad,” he said, lifting your legs so he could sit on the couch. Draping them across his lap, he gazed at you.

“That’s good,” you said, setting down your magazine. “Any news?”

“Well, the school announced prom, and I don’t know if I wanna go. What do you think?”

“Why not?” you shrugged. “It could be fun, sort of a last huzzah with your friends before you graduate.”

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Would you… would you want to come with me?”

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked at him wide-eyed. Your bottom lip began to quiver, and you took a shaky breath or two.

“Eddie, baby, I would love to go to your prom with you!” you cried as Eddie pulled you into a hug, kissing your head.

“I had a feeling, but you never know,” he chuckled. “I talked to Robin and Nancy about it, and they said you can join them for dress shopping this weekend.”

“They’re so sweet to let me join their group,” you blubbered.

“Well, they love you!” Eddie smiled, making you cry more. “You’re a really great gal, you know,” he kissed you.

“I love them too, and I love you! How did I get so lucky?”

Eddie wiped the tears from your face as he smiled softly at you. His eyes shined as he looked at you in admiration.

“I’m the lucky one, sweetheart.”

-😭-

“Eddieee,” you whined as you plopped on the couch.

“What’s going on, princess?” he asked as he moved the hair out of your face.

“I’m hungry.”

“Yeah?”

You sniffled, tears starting to form. “Yeah.”

“Aww, baby, come here,” Eddie said as you lifted your arms for him to pull you up. You sniffled into his shoulder as you whimpered.

“Can we call to get some food please?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but we can’t.”

“Why not?” you cried.

“Because I called for pizza twenty minutes ago to surprise you. It should be here any minute now.”

“Oh, Eddie!” you sobbed, then looked at him seriously. “Did you get extra cheese?”

“Of course I did, my love, it wouldn’t be a Y/N and Eddie pizza without it.”

“Have I ever told you you’re marriage material?”

“Ha, I don’t know, but you’re marriage material too, baby.”

“Don’t make me cry more!”

-😭-

(this is the little bonus blurb!)

You and Eddie were taking a walk in the park, holding hands and breathing in the fresh autumn air. You loved walking with Eddie; you always found new food to try, new places to explore, and you always left with a story. Eddie spun you, pulling you back in to kiss you softly. He smiled as he gazed into your eyes, both of you feeling helplessly in love.

“I have something for you,” he said sweetly.

“Oh?” you said, your eyes starting to water. From a flower petal to a car, anything Eddie brought you was worthy of a full bawl-session.

“Here you go,” he smirked, handing you a stack of tissues.

“Okay, I don’t cry that much,” you laughed, but caught your breath when you looked at Eddie down on one knee, a box in his hands.

“I don’t want to say much because I don’t want you to cry too much and get dehydrated, but I promise to always love you and always keep tissues in my pocket for whenever life is too sweet to handle. Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Your face was wet with tears long before you leapt into his arms, saying “absolutely yes!”

❤️✨

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star-1111 · 1 year

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Hello! Would you pls write hc's for stardew valley (male bachelors pls) and how they'd slow dance w/ you? (gn!reader) tysm!

have a nice day/night!!!!

ofc! I'll also include a song I think is PERFECT for slow dancing! <3

youtube

(sepertate) male bachelors x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, itty-bitty shane angst, pure fluff!

⭐Alex⭐

I think Alex would be the type to say "okay! just gotta warn you, I'm the best at dancing!" then would be a nervous/flushed mess when it actually happens

he tries his hardest to seem all tough for you ^^

i think he'll dance with you either in his room/your house/ or the place you had your first official date as boyfriend and partner

might accidentally step on your feet every now and then

he'll apologize profusely, but after he'll actually be really good at it

he loves staring into your eyes when the music plays, he feels like he's in his own world

you're his happy place <3

⭐Elliot⭐

boy oh boy

he's so elegant

he will sway you to the beat, smiling down at you

he thinks you're so beautiful/attractive/handsome in the dim lighting

will probably dance with you on the beach with little candles set up and (the song above) playing at a beautiful volume; not too loud and not too quiet, but loud enough to put you both in a romantic trance

will shower you with verbal affection

"my darling, you look so angelic.."

"my dear, if only there was a word to describe the feeling you give me"

⭐Harvey⭐

he tries his hardest to set everything up on I'd say a date/anniversary

will probably make this cute asf picnic date with your favorite snacks, drinks, and gifts he saved money for, and probably set up a projector to play your favorite movie

if you decide to dress in something nice, he'll compliment you with a red face

"m-my dear, you look heavenly tonight.. well, you look heavenly all the time, don't get me wrong..!"

when the movies playing he'll spent majority of the time focused on you

he feels so lucky to be with someone like you!

when the song plays, he notices how your eyes light up and you bashfully turn to look at him

"..remember this song, babe?" you ask, his face redder when he nods

he will sway you to every beat with love and care

WILL SPIN YOU><

like Elliot, he'll shower you with verbal affection

"my darling, you look so ethereal in this very moment.."

⭐Sam⭐

he gets so excited

he tries to contain his joy, but its really hard when you 're so close to him and you're dancing together

pinches himself to make sure he isn't dreaming, and is beyond relived when he isn't

I think he'll also spin you

I think he'd be the one to ask you to slow dance, you two could be at a concert/party/some other place just enjoying everything when a certain song comes on

he tries his hardest to stay focused, but then again, he thinks you're beyond greatness, like something out of a dream

"honey, you have no idea how... amazing you look.."

⭐Sebastian⭐

okay you fangirls/fanboys/fans

this ones for you

I think he'll want to dance with you some place close to his house/by the water

he would lowkey be the best at slow dancing

where to place his hands, when to do the spins, all of it

he doesn't like to admit it, but he's been practicing his slow dancing skills JUST for a moment like this

will tuck your hair behind your ear then look away with a beet red face

"w-why're you looking at me like that..oh, I make you happy..?"

"..yeah, you make me happy too, darling.."

will try his hardest to compliment you without getting flustered

eventually gets flustered when Demetrius, Robin, or Maru (or all three) make comments about how cute you guys are together <3

⭐Shane⭐

I personally feel like Shane is beyond overrated

very off topic but it makes me so upset when people divorce him simply because the way his room looks

he's trying his hardest, and relapsing is A PART of the entire overcoming addiction process

but anyways, back to the fluff! <3

I think he'll dance with you on the peer where he opened up about himself :(

he internally prays to Yoba that his anxiety doesn't get the best of him

Shane is determined Yoba is on break or vacation, because his anxiety does just that

his hands are shaking and sweaty just at the idea of having such close physical contact with you for an extended amount of time

don't get me wrong, he likes the idea of dancing with you

when it actually happens, magically its like you cure him

he's instantly in perfect sync with you, swaying you to the beat and listening close to the way his heart pounds in his ears for his love for you

he thinks you look so beautiful/attractive/handsome

"..y/n, my heads spinning and I haven't drank anything today..I'm such a lucky guy."

⭐⭐⭐

#stay hydrated!!#stardewvalleyspouses #stardewalex #stardewelliot #stardewharvey #stardewsam #stardew sebastian #stardew shane #x reader #fluff

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eddiemunson-thehero · 2 years

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OoO someone who writes for Jonathan?? That's new

Okokokok would I be allowed to request reader making the first move and asking out Jonathan (or Eddie, or both, really whatever you want) on a date headcanons please :)

Ahhh hi hello, yes i just have such a soft spot for Jonathan I can’t help it!!! Also sorry it took so long to post this, life got hectic and I didn't have time to write :( I hope you enjoy it, I only wrote for Jonathan but if you want one for Eddie as well pls let me know!!

Please feel free to send in more requests, I can write blurbs, headcanons, really anything you guys want in any genre you know fluffy and sweet or angsty and all that!!!

Jonathan

The way I imagine this is that you guys have been long-time friends, both secretly crushing on each other but neither one of you had the guts to make a move

Steve and Nancy would definitely play a role in getting you guys together

Steve would be hyping up Jonathan trying to give him the confidence to ask you out

“Dude I promise you they’re going to say yes, there's no way they don’t have feelings for you”

“It doesn't hurt to try, the worst thing that could happen is that they say no”

Robin would 100% be chiming in to absolutely roast Steve

“Says you, didn’t you get rejected five times in the past week? And how have you been taking that?”

But Jonathan couldn’t imagine someone like you liking him in that way

Even at the beginning of your friendship Jonathan thought you were only friendly out of pity for him because his brother went missing

Nancy on the other hand would be giving you some tough love

“Listen if you don’t ask out Jonathan soon someone else might and there go your chances with him, so buck up and do it already I swear he likes you”

“Have you not noticed how he looks at you, god you’re infuriating”

“So what if he says no, Jonathan is not the type to end a friendship over something so minuscule like that”

“Look, I just want you to be happy, I can’t watch you longing over him anymore”

For the next week, all you heard were Nancy’s comments, and finally, you just wanted to get this over with, either you would end up with the guy of your dreams, or be forced to move on

So one night after having dinner with the Byers’, you and Jonathan head into his room to hang out and listen to the newest mixtape he made for Will

As he was fumbling with the cassette, loading it into the player you decided to just go for it

“Um, Jonathan?” your questioning tone would cause him to turn around so he could listen intently

“I was wondering if maybe you would want to go and see a movie sometime or something?

The way this dumbass still lacked the confidence in himself to believe that you were actually asking him on a date

“Oh yeah sure, did you already ask steve, nancy, and robin or do you want me to?”

This would cause your confidence to falter, breaking eye contact with him and fiddling with your thumbs

“Well, I was actually thinking, um, that maybe it could be just the two of us or something? You know, kind of like a date if you wanted to of course, but if you don’t I totally understand and we can act like I never asked…”

Jonathan would be absolutely speechless at first, you actually wanted to go on a date with him

“A date? With me? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, with you, I'm positive.”

Jonathan would make his way over to you, grab both of your hands and just look intently into your eyes

“Of course, I would love to go on a date with you”

#jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers #jonathan byers one shot #jonathan byers headcanons #stranger things #stranger things 4

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toomanybandstocare · 8 months

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Uhm hello!!

Summer of fun pls!!<3

Bc I’m fr so curious bc while we’ve talked abt this before having to choose one is hard.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - Summer of Fun

Who I would ship you with plus a little drabble. @lovergirllane requested a romantic (just based off those conversations hehe) ship. Hope all is well, and I can't wait to chat again <3

Pairing: Robin Buckley x GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 583w + 192w

Counselor Notes: I hope you enjoy! Just in a cozy mood right now and cannot wait for autumn to come around.

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Upside Down Masterlist <-

Crisp autumn leaves drift in the lazy afternoon breeze. As they occasionally scratch against the screened in deck, the naturescape harmonizes with the soft recording of KISS hums from the record player. You doze on top of soft blankets that tangle together in a bundle over the pillow pile on the porch’s floor. Your chest heaves as you try to focus on grounding yourself from the turbulent emotions whittling around in your mind. A thunderous pain pounds against your forehead as Robin’s faint curses can be heard through the doorway leading to the kitchen. The timer’s blaring ring breaks the serenity of the sleepy autumn afternoon.

Not a second later does the chaos calm and quiet footsteps pad closer to the doorway. Opening one eye, you lazily peer up at Robin as she carefully opens the screen door with her hip while balancing a plate of Pillsbury halloween cookies. “For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure I nearly burnt your house down trying to make these,” Robin weakly presents and offers the slightly charred sugar cookies with an awkward smile.

A watery laugh breaks past your chapped lips. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” you choke out. A painful smile pulls at your cheeks. “That would officially make today the worst day of my life,” you joke while taking one of the cookies to munch on.

Robin sighs as she joins you on the pillow pile. Sitting cross legged, she rests her elbows on her knees and leans on her palms while sharing a sad smile with you. “Want to talk about it now? Or after we finish these delicious cookies,” Robin asks. She reaches over to the plate between the two of you and takes one of the treats and takes a bite from it. With a wince, Robin shoots you a less than convincing smile.

An aching heart sits uncomfortably against your ribs, and you send her a watery smile. Not wanting to let a good cookie go to waste, you take one and take a small bite. “I guess, I’m just nervous? About the big move and then trying to keep up with school during it all. It’s just overwhelming, and it just crashed all at once,” you quietly confess.

“One thing at a time, alright?” Robin softly encourages you. She moves the plate over to the small table and scoots over to lay next to you on her side. “We’ll figure this out together,” she promises. “Instead of looking at the big picture,” Robin nervously chatters as she spreads her arms out wide, “let’s focus on something smaller and easier to solve”. She brings her hands close together to form a square with her thumbs and pointer fingers.

You hum and take another bite of the cookie. The sweetness bites back at your taste buds as the sugar and burnt aftertaste mix together on your tongue. “I still have some packing to do,” you slowly suggest.

“Correction,” Robin interjects with a smile, “We have some packing to do. We can call Steve to bring us extra packing boxes after we finish up the cookies”.

Your lip wobbles. Resting one arm over her waist, you tuck yourself under Robin’s chin. Her hand lazily pats your head as both of you sink into the plush pillows. Both your chest rise and fall in sync as the two of you quietly chat about autumn road trips and visits as well as what days work best for a weekly catch up over the phone.

You’re a person who experiences life through your emotions. When something excites you, you feel absolute happiness. The same goes for when you experience difficult times. You look for people to act as your sounding board, and you keep them close to you during your everyday life. Whatever you experience, you find it important to share it with your loved ones.

In a similar way, Robin keeps a tight circle of her closest friends. It normally takes her a while to let someone get to know her, but once she feels comfortable with them, Robin sticks close to them.

Robin is an incredibly empathetic person, so she is able to celebrate and console you as the two of you share your experiences. Advice isn’t her strong suit, but Robin is able to provide comfort to you during these discussions regardless of situation. Either through small gifts or acts of service, everything she does for her friends is done out of love and care.

The two of you share a strong and deep connection. One that’s built on trust, honesty, and compassion as the two of you navigate life’s messiness and whirlwind adventures.

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finn8yblak3xo · 1 year

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Ice cream (robin arellano x reader)

Y/n pov:

Today was like any other day, I woke up to my ‘alarm’ “wake up Y/n or your gonna be late!” Finney said tapping me repeatedly which was annoying so i slapped his hand away. “ow” he said quietly, i finally decided to wake my lazy ass up out of bed bc i was going on a date with my boyfriend robin. i got changed to a white crop top n some black track pants including white vans that matched my fit. Gwen and finn was already waiting for me out the porch, “ hurry up you took sooooooo long!” gwen whined while over exaggerating a bit “ “ oh shut up, keep walking” i said using the hand movement.

while we were walking to school we saw a huge crowd so we quickly ran over and we saw robin fighting moose. “ i will pin you like a nail! you scrawny little beaner” moose said so confidently knowing he’ll loose the fight “then do it” robin said know he’ll smash him. Moose punched first while robin dodged and then the next thing you know moose was bleeding from his nose because robin kicked his ass. after that everyone left the circle while robin walked away with bloody knuckles, and of course like a good girlfriend i am i followed him, “ hey are u ok ml?” “ i’m fine but damn moose got sharp teeth” he chuckled which made me smile “ are we still on for ice cream?” he asked grabbing my hand as we walking in the entrance of school “of course!” i said kissing his cheek. and off we went to our classes.

!Time skip! bc i’m to lazy to do the rest of the day😀

the bell finally rang and i got up the fastest especially before we got a whole essay. I somehow saw robin already outside of my class, he probably skipped again “hey” he said wrapping a arm around my shoulder “hola” i replied back “let’s go” he said walking out of the hell hole. we finally made it to the ice cream parlour, and while we were waiting in line we saw the mean girls wearing pink since it Wednesday ( haha get? no ok..) they were staring at robin doing a smile and wave, but robin is loyal and he flipped them off and kissed me on front of them, we heard ‘em scoff loudly and turn around. “hello guys! what can i get for you?” the man asked getting his scooper ready, “um can i get the strawberry? in a cone” robin said while pointing to it, “and may i pls get a vanilla in a cone as well” i said getting the money out “i’ll pay, my treat” he said grinning at me and giving the money to the person. we sit down at a table bench thing and talk for a while u til he moves my ice cream to my nose so then i have a little blop of white cold cream making me look like a clown with no makeup, “broo, why” i whined doing it to him “twinss!!” he said sounding like a little child getting a stuff toy, i wiped it off my nose n smeared it on to his cheek. “BHAHAHAHAHAHAH, you look like penny wise, hddhhfbdjs” i said well more like laughing like a psychopath “ haha now help me get it off” he said grabbing a tissue trying to wipe it off but missed. after i helped him wipe it off we went back to his house and watched TV n cuddle for the rest of the night. ——————————————————— hellooooo! third post, soz i haven’t posted a lot the past week but here u go kinda quick n boring but enjoy!❤️‍🔥. - finn8yblak3x

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juless27 · 2 years

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It was Divine

Summary: Nancy is developing a very not cool crush on one Robin Buckley, who is definitely in love with Steve. Meanwhile, Steve himself feels maybe more than friendly about his new friend Eddie, but it doesn't even matter because Eddie is obviously into Robin.

Words: 2.6k

A/N: as promised, chapter one! I have never written fanfic before so pls be nice but constructive criticism welcome. Enjoy! :)

Chapter One

Nancy Wheeler was totally, absolutely, 100% into guys. Right? She was sure she had been in love with Steve, even more sure about Jonathan, but neither of those instances could explain how she felt about Robin Buckley. Which sucked. Not because loving girls was wrong, necessarily, Nancy had known and loved queer people in her life (exhibit A: her very own brother), but because Robin was totally, absolutely, 100% into Steve. Nancy’s ex, Robin’s best friend. Which was fine. Really. She wanted both of them to be happy, and if being with each other would do that, then that was fine. Good.

But it really, really sucked.

And it really threw a wrench into the cozy movie nights Nancy had come to enjoy. Like tonight. They were at Steve’s place, the four of them. Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie. After their oh-so-fun family vacay into an alternate dimension, the four of them had become a sort of group. It was nice. Nancy had never had a friend group before. Sure, she had friends, but never a group like this. The kind of people she didn’t even need to ask to hang out because they just knew they were.

And now she was standing in Steve’s kitchen, supervising Eddie making the popcorn because Robin had complained that he always burned it. Robin and Steve were in the living room, arguing over the movie. Nancy could see them from where she stood, playfully shoving each other. Robin pushed Steve’s shoulder and Steve grabbed her wrist, pulling her back in. He put his arm around her shoulders and messed up her hair. Robin grinned up at him. Nancy was so fucked.

“Wheeler? Hello, earth to Nancy?”

Nancy whipped her head back toward Eddie, “What?” She hadn’t meant to snap, but Eddie knew her pretty well by now, which was so weird by the way, and just gave her a knowing look.

“Think the popcorn’s done?”

“Uh, yeah, let me get a bowl.”

Eddie popped a few kernels into his mouth as they took the bowls back to the living room, where Robin and Steve had settled on a movie Nancy had never heard of. Which was pretty typical of these nights. Typical of Robin in general. She was always introducing Nancy to new things, music and movies and even artists. It was something Nancy loved about spending time with her.

Eddie flopped onto the couch, spilling popcorn onto the cushions as Robin started the VHS. Steve sat next to Nancy, leaving child-sized space between them that, of course, Robin squeezed herself into, sitting half on top of Steve. Seriously, if they weren’t dating now, they would be soon. Steve put his arm around Robin and she tucked herself into his side, helping herself to the popcorn. Nancy sighed, hopefully unnoticeably.

About an hour in and Nancy was only half paying attention to the movie and mostly paying attention to the way Robin’s leg was pressed against hers and how their fingers brushed every time she reached for the popcorn. Then Steve shifted, complaining about his arm falling asleep and Robin leaned closer to Nancy and suddenly Nancy didn’t give a single fuck about the movie and was way too absorbed in analyzing the way Robin smelled. Like weed and men’s soap and something else. Something sweet. Honey, maybe.

“Hey, Nance?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Sleepover at your place tonight? My mom’s driving me crazy.”

Nancy looked over at her. Her blue eyes were dark like an ocean storm in the dim light, “Sure that’s not just an excuse to spend time with me?” Just because Robin wasn’t into her, didn’t mean Nancy couldn’t flirt a little, right?

“Wasn’t aware I needed an excuse to hang out with my best girl,” Robin flirted back, batting her eyelashes. Nancy’s brain short circuited.

“Yeah, sure. A sleepover sounds fun.”

Robin smiled brightly, all teeth, and turned back to the movie.

Fuck.

After the movie, everyone was pretty tired, so they said their goodbyes (Steve kissed Robin on the cheek, Nancy turned away) and Nancy led Robin to her car. Robin slid into the passenger seat and immediately opened the glovebox, searching through Nancy’s tapes.

“It’s a five minute drive,” Nancy pointed out, “By the time you find something, we’ll be there.”

“Yeah, but I need to do something.”

Nancy smiled to herself. Yeah, at first Robin’s constant movement and need to keep her hands occupied had been annoying, but now she found it endearing. She had felt her heart swoop more than once watching Robin toy with her rings. Wondering what it would be like to hold her hand. Wondering what it would be like to feel Robin’s hands on her. Warm skin, cold jewelry. Rings pulling through her hair.

Nancy almost missed the turn onto her own street.

“Soooo, do you like anyone?” Robin sing-songed. Nancy laughed.

“Why are you laughing? Isn’t that what people talk about at sleepovers?” Robin was hanging upside down over the edge of Nancy’s bed. She looked pretty even upside down. Nancy turned back to her closet, searching for pajamas that were at least not stained with toothpaste.

“I mean, I guess. But you’ve never asked me before.” Nancy found an acceptable shirt and pair of sweats and tossed them onto her desk chair for later.

Robin just shrugged.

“Okay, well if you must know…” There was absolutely zero way Nancy was telling Robin how she felt about her. Especially when she barely knew what it meant herself. But the best lies were half truth, and it wouldn’t be hard to make up a fake crush to throw Robin off the whole truth.

Robin gasped and sat up. She clutched her head, “Whoa, head rush,” she turned to Nancy, “Tell me, tell me, tell me!” She punctuated each ‘tell me’ with a bounce on Nancy’s mattress.

“I do have a crush on someone.”

“Who? Do I know them?” Robin crossed her legs and clutched a pillow to her chest.

“Yes, you do.”

Robin put a hand to her heart, fake gasping, “Is it Steve?”

“No! I’m over him,” Nancy promised as she joined Robin on the bed.

“Sure you are.”

“I’m serious! We are just friends and I like it that way.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Whatever. Do you like anyone?”

Robin looked away, biting her lip. The Blondie record Robin had put on spun into the next song. Once I had love, and it was a gas…

“Robin! You totally do! You have to tell me.”

Soon turned out, had a heart of glass.

Robin laughed, “You didn’t tell me yours.”

“Yeah, because you know them.”

“Well, you know mine too.”

Nancy raised her eyebrows, “Is it Steve?”

Robin fake gagged, “No! Ew!”

“Ew? Steve is a perfectly good crush.”

“Yeah, you would know!”

“I do not have a crush on Steve.” “You so do.”

They went back and forth like that for a bit. Until Robin held out her hand for a shake, “Truce?”

Nancy shook it, “Truce.”

Love is so confusing, there’s no peace of mind…

Robin yawned.

“Time for bed,” Nancy said, turning off the music.

“Okay, mom.”

Nancy hit her with a pillow, “Shut up.”

Robin stood up and shimmied out of her jeans. Nancy looked away, face flushing.

“Do you want some sweats or something?”

“Nah, I’m good with just my t-shirt. It’s hot anyway.”

There was absolutely zero chance of Nancy getting any sleep tonight. Robin crossed the room to click on Nancy’s nightlight by the door. Nancy smiled at her remembering. Ever since Will had gone missing three years ago, Nancy hadn’t been able to fall asleep without a little light. It was nice of Robin to remember, and put up with it, when Nancy knew she preferred it pitch black.

Robin slid under the covers next to Nancy. Their faces were inches from each other. Nancy held her breath.

Robin pecked her on the nose, “Night, Nance.”

Between the kiss and the nickname, it was a miracle Nancy didn’t spontaneously combust. Even more of a miracle that she maintained enough composure to whisper, “Night,” back before Robin turned over.

“Tuesday has to be, like, the absolute worst day of the week.”

“You always think whatever day it is is the worst when it’s quiet.”

“This is not quiet, Steve, this is empty,” Robin protested. Steve had to admit, she was right. Not a single person had entered Family Video since their shift started two hours ago.

“Besides, Tuesday being the worst is just science. Like, Mondays suck but you just had a weekend so you can’t complain too much. And by the time you get to Wednesday you’re halfway through. And Thursday comes right before Friday, so the only day of the week that doesn’t have something going for it is Tuesday.”

It was a little depressing, maybe, that Steve was spending the day working at an empty video store, arguing with Robin about which day of the week was the worst. Steve two years ago certainly would have thought so. But Steve now? Well, he was just grateful there were no interdimensional monsters currently trying to eat him. Nothing taught you to appreciate a slow day like a trip through literal hell.

The bell above the door rang for the first time all day.

“Ahoy! Wait, shit, I mean, hello! Welcome to Family Video!” Robin had still not perfected her welcome speech.

“Well, ahoy to you, too, Buckley.”

Fuck.

Eddie fuckin’ Munson. He grinned at Steve and gave a little wave before sliding some tapes over the counter toward Robin, nodding at whatever rant she had launched into. He was wearing his usual leather jacket, Hellfire tee, black jeans get-up despite the Indiana summer weather. His curls were down around his shoulders, and he swept his bangs out of his eyes every so often, inevitably drawing Steve’s attention to his hands. Pale, slender fingers adorned with a silver ring on each one. Steve wanted to grab his hands and keep them still so he could catalog each ring in his mind and ask Eddie all about them.

“So, seen any good movies lately? Other than the masterpiece we watched last night, of course?”

It took Steve a second to tear his attention away from Eddie’s soft gaze and realize he was being addressed.

“The movie we watched last night sucked,” Steve pointed out.

Robin smacked his arm with an empty VHS case. But it was worth it because Eddie threw his head back and laughed. Eddie laughed freer and more often than anyone Steve knew. He loved Eddie’s laugh. It was more like a cackle, really, but it always made Steve laugh, too.

“Alright, well, I was just coming by to return those, but now that I see how empty it is, maybe I’ll stay a while. Save you guys from the mind-numbing boredom of customer service?”

“Oh, please!” Robin took both of Eddie’s hands in hers, “I would love you forever.”

Eddie clutched his chest, “You mean you don’t already love me unconditionally?”

Steve shook his head, “You two are the most dramatic people ever.”

They were still holding hands. Steve turned away, stacking up Eddie’s old tapes to return them to the shelves.

“These are all over the store,” he pointed out, “You have the weirdest taste, man.”

“It’s called variety, Harrington,” Eddie replied, spreading his hands like he was presenting a selection.

Not the hands again. Steve made his way through the shelves. He knew he felt maybe a little more than friendly towards Eddie, and maybe he should be having a crisis about it, but procrastination was his middle name and there was nothing he wanted to psychoanalyze less than his own feelings for Eddie “The Freak” Munson. It wasn’t like it mattered anyway. Eddie clearly had a thing for Robin. Which wasn’t going to work out, for obvious reasons, but it wasn’t Steve’s job to tell Eddie that.

He could hear the two of them bantering even from the back of the store. Jeez, someone needed to sweep back here. He’d make Robin do it.

“Oh, Robiiiin! I have a job for you!”

She turned expectantly as he approached the desk. Then he revealed the broom from behind his back and her face immediately fell. She groaned. Steve laughed.

“You wanted something to do!” “Yeah, yeah, just give it to me,” she snatched the broom from him and disappeared into the stacks.

“Abusing your power, big boy?” Eddie’s grin combined with that stupid nickname ignited something in Steve’s chest that he desperately tried to shove aside.

Steve shook his head, “Technically, I don’t have any power over her. Robin is like a house cat. If she does something I ask her to, it’s only because she feels like doing it anyway.”

Eddie laughed. Again with the laugh, “A house cat, huh? And what does that make you?”

“I dunno. Like, a golden retriever?”

Eddie laughed again, but this time, Steve got the distinct feeling he was being laughed at instead of with.

“Shut up, Munson,” Steve said, shoving Eddie’s shoulder.

“Oh, man, I can’t,” Eddie was still laughing, clutching his stomach, “Golden retriever.”

“Fine,” Steve threw his hands up in defeat, “What do you think I am, then?”

Eddie finally stopped laughing to study Steve, which was so much worse. Steve could practically feel Eddie’s eyes like a hand running over his skin. Which, of course, made him think of Eddie’s hands again, but this time, Eddie’s hands on him. Maybe it was time for that crisis after all.

“Maybe, like, a corgi?”

“A corgi?” Steve demanded, offended.

“Yeah because like, you have the energy of a golden, and you always think you can take on the bigger dogs but, no offense, you can’t. And, deep down, you’re just a big softie.”

Steve scoffed, “I took down, like, five communists last summer, I’ll have you know.”

“It was one!” Robin chimed in from the back corner.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Eddie said, patting Steve’s hand, “Well, video store employees, patrons,” Eddie spun and bowed to the imaginary customers, “It has been a delight, but, alas, all good things must come to an end. Ergo, I bid you adieu.” Steve watched the performance with raised eyebrows.

“I don’t think that’s how you use ‘ergo’,” Robin said, emerging into their view.

“Ergo,” Eddie repeated, “I am now only bidding adieu to Harrington, and I forever shun you from my life, Buckley.”

“Nooooo! Don’t shun me,” Robin laughed.

Eddie considered, “Bring good snacks tonight and maybe I won’t.”

“Tonight?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, Eddie and I are hanging out. You are not invited,” Robin interrupted before Steve could ask, “It’s a very exclusive event for people of good taste only.”

“Ouch.”

Eddie saluted as he walked backward out the door, “6 o’clock, sharp, Buckley.”

Robin saluted in return.

Steve turned to her, “You’re hanging out with Eddie, alone?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason, just, you know, he’s into you,” Steve told her, trying to seem nonchalant.

Robin lasted less than one second before she burst out laughing, “I guarantee you he is not.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “You’re oblivious. He flirts with you all the time.” “That’s just Eddie. He flirts with you, too.” Steve ignored the way his heart skipped a beat knowing Robin had noticed the way Eddie talked to Steve. But, like she said, that was just Eddie.

“He’s not into me, Steve, I promise.” “Whatever you say,” Steve responded, obviously not convinced.

“Anyway, it’s time for my break. Try not to burn the place down while I’m gone, okay?”

“Haha, Robs, very funny.”

End note: Hope you enjoyed! Next chapter we will hear from our two gay disasters, I promise! Also I have very strong feelings about Heart of Glass being a ronance song and Tuesday being the worst day just try to change my mind

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