#every color of the rainbow robin

[dxringred]

as in, officially?

#stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ty photoshop for making this take longer than necessary #~the colors of the rainbow shine so bright #every time i look into your eyes~ #that song actually really fits them #how gay #also yes i did all the little doodles myself #with a mouse so leave me alone #big sad that my quick meme shitpost has 3k notes #while this might not even hit 100 #i hate the social media economy

[marvel-ous-m]

After Starcourt, Steve and Robin began a new tradition- 'spa nights'. Robin would make them homemade face masks (“peaches and yogurt? On my face? That’s disgusting Robin.” “Shut up and put it on, dingus.”). They would put in a shitty tape from Family Video and Steve would paint their nails. (“How do you even know how to do this Steve?” “I’m a babysitter, Rob, it’s in the job description.”)

The school year started and Robin got a lot more busy- what with it being her senior year and all- but they still made time for spa nights. They were less frequent (maybe once a month instead of every other week), but they happened.

Vecna came, they killed the bastard, and they all lived- somehow, miraculously, certainly not unscathed, but they’re all alive. They beat him. A few months later, after the almost-end-of-the-world, Robin brought up their spa nights. (“Come on, Steve, it’s been months. My brain needs a vacation, my face needs a vacation, my nails need a vacation.”) Steve agreed, acting reluctant (but was secretly really excited to get back to one-on-one time with his best friend).

Except the kids find out, namely El and Max, and they beg Steve and Robin to join them. The two acquiesce, and then Eddie hears about it and joins the party, too. Uninvited. (But nowadays he doesn’t need an invitation. He shows up, bright personality and even brighter smile, and brings a constant, welcome addition to the party. Along with some… feelings that Steve can’t even start to try and acknowledge.)

The spa night comes and everyone crowds into Steve’s living room. Robin has put together a new face mask recipe (“ugh, what is in this?!” “Just shut your mouth and put it on, Red.”), Eddie brings his braiding skills, and Steve provides the nail polish.

Only now, his hands shake.

It’s something he’s noticed by now. The nerve damage from fighting the bats and Vecna, the 24/7 anxiety, the brain damage, something that they faced over spring break has left him with a tremor that he can’t quite get rid of. Sometimes it’s small, sometimes it’s more noticeable, and tonight… well, it’s not great.

Robin wiggles her fingers at Steve, ready for their tradition of him painting her nails, and Steve hesitates. It’s a small thing, but his shoulders tense. He hasn’t mentioned the shaking to anyone yet, and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to get the crisp, clean paint that he used to. The tremor would make itself obvious, and he just can’t face picking up the nail polish bottle. It’s a sign of the new weakness, one that he can’t admit to others, can barely admit to himself… he can’t face being seen as weak. As flawed. As-

“Hey! Are we painting nails?! Here, lemme have a go. I haven’t done it on anyone else before, always just painted my own.” Eddie interrupts Steve's train of thought in his easy way and grabs the nail polish from just below Steve’s hand. He plops down between Steve and Robin, admiring the color the later had chosen. “Robin’s Egg Blue, very fitting, Birdie.” Eddie winks at her and starts painting, accomplishing a more polished finish than Steve was ever able to get before Spring Break.

And Steve just watches. Quiet, his hands on his knees. He watches as Eddie paints Robin’s fingernails blue, then Max’s a bright red. Eddie paints Eleven’s a deep purple shade, then gives himself a fingernail in each polish that Steve has to create a rainbow of clashing colors. Afterwards, once the paint has dried, the girls all wash their face masks off and curl up to watch the shitty movie Robin had picked.

Eddie turns to Steve then, a bright yellow shade in his hands. “Want a turn, sunshine?” Eddie must’ve seen the look on Steve’s face, the flash of pain, because his voice turns to a whisper before Steve can answer. “I can help you keep your hands steady, Stevie. Don’t worry about that. Just relax and lemme treat you to a manicure.”

Steve startles at that. He thought he'd been better at hiding it. “How did you know?“

“How wouldn’t I know, Steve?” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, a gentle but firm grip holding his fingers straight and steady. “I paid attention. I noticed. We all came away from that fight with a different scar, and we all need some extra help with different things now.” Eddie speaks as he paints, carefully brushing away any mess with the corner of his thumb. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, but I get it if you can’t tell anyone just yet. I’ll be here to help, though. Just like this. If you want it.”

Steve’s quiet still, but now in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. He’s never had anyone do… anything like this for him before. Eddie moves on to paint his other hand, and they sit in silence while the sound of the shitty rom-com washes over them, joined by the occasional giggle or mocking comment from one of the girls. Eddie does a second coat, brushes any scraps of excess paint away with an alcohol wipe, and caps the nail polish with a gentle smile.

Steve admires his nails, then glances up at Eddie, his eyes welling. “Eddie, thank you-“

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’, it’s just a paint job-“

“No really, Eddie. Thank you. For everything. For noticing. No one’s ever-“

“I’ll always notice, Stevie.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm, then turns slightly to watch the movie, his hip pressed against Steve’s.

Years later, in retrospect, Steve realizes that the spa night was the night he fell in love with Eddie Munson.

#my writing #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #domesticity after the vecna fight >>>> #Hope the past tense/present tense shift wasn't too jarring for u guys #my writing style is unique (by unique I mean stupid) #stranger things post s4 #steve harrington/eddie munson

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Week 2023

May 24th Prompt: Discover/First Kiss

Day 1, Day 2, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7

@steddie-week

They’re lying on top of Eddie’s trailer, metal still pleasantly warm with residual heat from the sun and the air, smoking and looking at the stars, when Eddie speaks.

“D’you ever think about what it would be like to discover something?”

Steve snorts. “More fame? No thanks.”

Eddie hums. “Maybe, but you’d discover something. Y’know? Like you could look at it, for the rest of forever, and know, this was mine first.”

Steve rolls over to face him. “Not really. I don’t really feel that… that desire to discover something. Or maybe it’s that I already have, in a million little different ways. I discovered that Dustin’s nose scrunches when he grins. Will bites his lip when he’s focusing. Lucas pulls his hair when he’s stressed. Mike bounces on his toes when he’s trying to gather his courage. Max and El are quickly becoming me and Robin. I think they’re actually gunning for our titles. I’m a little scared. But I discovered that Max has rainbow sheets on her bed, and El bites her tongue when she’s practicing braiding Max’s hair. And maybe I wasn’t the first to discover these things, but… I discovered them for myself, y’know? No one told me. I found them all on my own.”

Eddie had rolled over to face Steve during his little impromptu speech, and now he smiles softly. “Can I share a discovery?” He asks quietly.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes.

“You have the same nose scrunch Dustin does. But only when you’re talking about the kids. It’s like you’re trying not to smile as big as you want to.” He reaches out a hand, drags a finger down Steve’s nose. Steve closes his eyes. Eddie slowly pulls away. “Can I share another discovery?”

Steve nods. “Mhm.”

“You didn’t share any discoveries about me.” Steve opens his eyes to see a lopsided smirk. “Am I exactly who you thought I was?”

Steve gives him a sad sort of smile. “I could fill a book with the discoveries I made about you, Eds.”

Eddie colors. “Like what?”

Steve sighs. “You act all tough, but it’s a mask. You hate horror movies. Your favorite movie is The Princess Bride. You stick your tongue out when you’re focusing. You’re constantly moving. Tapping a foot, bouncing a leg, drumming on a tabletop or your lap or someone’s arm or leg. You’re very tactile. You love hugs but are afraid to initiate anything beyond a greeting. You pace when you write songs, and that’s why you can’t read half your handwriting, but it’s how you work, and why change something that isn’t completely broken? You love animals and completely loathe when something unfair or not right is happening. The chain on your pants is for your wallet, because otherwise you’re afraid you’d lose it or it would get stolen. If you find a tails-up penny on the street, you’ll flip it over so the next person to find it will have good luck. You jump around and flap your hands when you’re excited.” He swallows, meets Eddie’s eyes. “You use every term of endearment under the sun, but blush when I call you Eds.” As if on cue, Eddie’s cheeks turn red.

“Can I share another discovery?” Eddie asks, still whispering. “About myself?”

Steve nods. “Anything.”

Eddie swallows, nods, sets his jaw and forces his gaze onto Steve. “I’ve known this for a while, but… I want to kiss you.”

“Can I share a discovery about myself? That I’ve also known for a while?”

“Yeah.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

Eddie grins, biting his lip. “I think once I start, I won’t want to stop.”

Steve moves closer. Close enough he can whisper. “Another discovery I made. You’re a kind man, Eddie Munson,” he says. “You’ll stop if I ask you to.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I touch you?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie moves a shaky hand over to Steve’s arm. Glides it up to his shoulder, down his side, down his hip to his side and back up. Over his neck up to his temple, brushing back a piece of hair before moving it back to Steve’s jaw. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Steve whispers, and Eddie’s resolve breaks.

He pushes forward, tilts Steve’s head with the hand on his jaw, and finally, finally, Eddie Munson is kissing Steve Harrington.

He tilts his head a little further, nips at Steve’s bottom lip, grinning when Steve opens his mouth.

Somehow he ends up three-quarters of the way on top of Steve before Steve pulls back. “Eddie. Eds. Stop for a minute,” he asks breathlessly, holding tight to Eddie’s waist so he can’t move.

“What?”

“I wanna see if I can make a new discovery.” He grins. “Do you also blush when I call you babe?”

Eddie groans and buries his face in Steve’s neck. “That’s not fair, I’m already worked up,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to a mole on Steve’s collarbone, before lifting his head with a devious glint to his eye. “My turn to make a discovery.”

“What’s that?”

“How long does it take me to kiss all your moles?”

Steve grins back. “They’re everywhere.”

Eddie hums. “I’d have to be very thorough. Make sure not to miss one.”

A beat passes before they’re both scrambling up, snickering at each other as they make their way to Eddie’s room.

Years later, Steve still blushes when Eddie sidles up to him and, apropos of nothing, murmurs into his ear, “Four minutes and twelve seconds.”

Years later, Steve grins at Eddie, even as his cheeks are reddening. “Wanna see if we can make it three fifty?”

#steddieweek2023 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #prompt: discover #prompt: first kiss #starambles

[oh-stars]

The Wall

Polaroid

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 1167 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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“I can’t part with it,” Robin says. 

Steve stands beside her, hands on his hips. “Me either.” 

“We can’t leave it though.” 

“But we don’t have space for it at the new place.” 

“We’re not living together in the new place,” Robin points out with a sigh. 

Steve’s shoulders fall. He keeps forgetting that part. “How do we split it then?” 

“I say we don’t and just stay here,” Robin decides. She nods her head once, then claps. “Yup, that’s settled. We’re living here forever.” 

“Rob,” Steve sighs, “you know we can’t.” 

“Says who? We love this house. It’s our house. Why do we have to leave it?” Robin takes a seat on the floor and stares up at The Wall. Steve doesn’t hesitate to follow, even when his knees pop and protest at the movement. He looks up at The Wall in all its glory, eyes flickering around from one spot to another. It’s their most important wall in the house, their collective prized possession. It’s the most beautiful thing they’ve ever made. 

The Wall is the north wall of their living room that connects with the stairs. It’s a boring beige color, but that’s not the important part, it’s what’s on the wall that matters. The very first day Steve and Robin moved into the house, they commemorated the day with a picture using Robin’s brand new Polaroid camera. And since their walls were all bare, they decided to put the picture on this wall that would one day be covered. 

He doesn’t remember why they decided to take a picture every day, doesn’t know what possessed them to keep it up for over eight years, but here they are. The wall is covered with almost three thousand polaroids, some better than others, with little dates written on the bottom. The ones celebrating big milestones are the highlights, like special birthdays and graduations or the start of a new job or anniversary, with special attention taken to the doodles along the borders. They even alter the space around them so they sit in little pockets, standing out among the silly and blurred daily shots. 

No one else understood why they kept it up, but they’ve never missed a day. Even when traveling, alone or together, they make sure someone took a picture. 

And now that they’re moving out of their first home, moving in with their respective partners, the time has come to take it down. 

Steve’s more sad to see The Wall go than he is to leave this house and he loves this house. It’s just not big enough for Steve, Eddie, Chrissy, Robin, the cats, and the incoming baby that Chrissy’s carrying for Steve and Eddie. He almost wishes Robin and Chrissy would just stay here, keep the wall up even if they stop taking pictures every day, but Robin didn’t think that was fair. “There’s no way I’m living in this house without you, dingus,” she said, “who would fight the ghost on my behalf?” 

The ghost is actually their neighbor’s outdoor cat, Sally, who likes to sneak into their home to play with their cat, Tassel. At first, they thought it was some territory dispute, but it turns out the cats are just star-crossed lovers. So much so that their neighbor’s trying to figure out how Sally can still see Tassel. Steve didn’t peg the old man to be supportive of two lesbian cats, but then again he’s never had a problem with the big rainbow flag hanging in their living room or the fact he’s had to ask Steve and Eddie to keep the noise down a time or two. 

Damn, he’s going to miss Nathaniel, too. 

“We have to take it down,” Steve says. 

“No.” 

“Rob.” 

“Steve.” 

“Would you rather someone else does it?” Steve raises an eyebrow at her. 

She rolls her eyes and huffs. “No.” 

“Then we have to.” 

“Why’d you have to go and make your family bigger, dingus,” Robin whines, leaning into him. “I’m happy to be Aunt Robin and all, and like I know this is what you were meant to do, but it’s really throwing a wrench in our growing old together plan.” 

Steve kisses her forehead then rests his cheek against the top of her head. “You’re the one who introduced Eddie and I.” 

“And I regret it everyday for him stealing you away from me.” 

“Chrissy stole you first.” 

“She’s perfect, she can do no wrong,” Robin says. “Eddie’s a gremlin man and took you from me.” 

“I resent that,” Eddie says as he and Jonathan walk into the room. The house is pretty bare, minus the big furniture that still needs to be moved tomorrow, but the whole point of today was to take boxes out, yet they’re bringing boxes in. Eddie sets down a box in front of them and opens it to reveal several photo albums. 

Jonathan does the same, but he takes out a machine that he plugs into the wall and starts fiddling with. 

“What are you doing?” Steve asks. 

“We’re here to rescue The Wall,” Eddie says.” 

“This is a scanner,” Jonathan explains, “I borrowed it from work. We can take each picture and scan it to make another one and then you both have a copy.” 

“And you two can decide who gets the originals but this way neither of you have to cry over losing it anymore.” Eddie holds out identical albums to each of them. “They’re prepped and ready for you to do your thing. But we need to finish this before we call it a day if we want to stay on schedule,” he says. 

Steve looks down at the hefty photo album. They’re ornate with little doodles engraved in the leather of ice cream and anchors and VHS tapes and music notes and every other little icon Eddie could come up with to represent the last decade of his and Robin’s friendship. In the center, in what he’s sure is Chrissy’s script, it says “The Wonder Twins Years, Vol. 1” with a blank section to write what dates they can fit into the album. 

“Eds,” he whispers. 

Eddie darts forward to kiss his cheek. “No more tears, baby.” 

Robin sniffles beside him. “Fine,” she huffs, “I guess he can stick around.” 

“Was that up for debate?” 

“It always was,” Robin says as she heaves herself up. “Dingus, go get the ladder out of the office.” 

“On it,” Steve says. He gets up and sets the album on the coffee table. As he passes Jonathan, he squeezes his shoulder. “Thank you.” 

Jonathan nods and smiles. “It’s too impressive to destroy,” he says. 

Steve’s not sure why he’s surprised that Jonathan, their resident photographer, understands The Wall like he and Robin do, but it still fills him with so much warmth. He excuses himself before he can cry some more. Better to save those tears for when Robin’s decided to go down memory lane with every other picture. 

He can’t wait.  

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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#ohstars fic #steve harrington #stranger things #robin buckley #stobin month 2024 #ohstars posting challenge #platonic soulmates stobin #platonic stobin #stobin

[gffa]

Sometimes I get defensive about those house decor posts I see going around where people say that the neutral colors/black & white sleek look is "soulless" and they want to bite, kill, rend, and destroy for getting rid of the color in their homes. Setting aside that people should be allowed to do whatever they want in their own homes, let me tell you what "color" means to me: Everything in my life was a different color. Every room had every color crammed into it. Which sounds like, oh, that must have been a pretty rainbow effect! It wasn't, none of these colors were meant to go together, it's a hot pink plastic shoebox set on top of a dark brown folding table holding three wildly different shades of brown hand towels, some cornflower blue notebooks, and orange pens. It's burnt orange shag carpeting in the living room and hallway, with slate blue chairs, and a white tv tray loaded up with bright yellow pill and cornflower blue bottles and pale wood bookshelf next to dark brown folding table next to pine-colored dresser next to medium dark wood nightstand, all of those that fake material with the sticker made to look like wood, not actual wood. It's lime green countertops and dark beige flooring with one faded yellow wall, one off-white wall, and one faded mint green wall. It's a pine wood mimicking kitchen table with gold trim that's a sticker not actual wood, combined with one black rolling chair, one maroon and oak chair (not actual wood), and one gray upholstered chair. It's a robin's egg blue frayed blanket tossed over the red-and-black walker in the corner, which is also loaded up with the dark green and dark blue exercise bands. It's white and beige pieces of paper plopped everywhere. And all of these colors are faded so they're not really even pretty on their own, it's just a mishmash everywhere. All of this together in one house and that's just a fraction of it, it's a constant clashing of colors and, if there was a foot of space against the wall available, it had another dresser, nightstand, or bookshelf shoved into it. I look at some of these colorful homes that people love and I think they're beautiful and I get so much joy out of people in their homes loving their surroundings! But I will never be able to live in that kind of color for myself again without being heartsore about it. I've gone for a neutral palette now that I'm making the design decisions, I'm choosing white walls (admittedly with a little bit of a blue undertone that you only notice when it's picking up other things' colors), black trim, and gray/white/black/brown reclaimed wood flooring. I picked out a gray/white/black comforter to throw over the bed with a black headboard and black + gray pillows. I'm getting some subtle green accents to put in the room, the guest room has been going with a pale yellow theme (to accent the black/white/gray/grown colors), I'm not eschewing color all together, but those bright, overwhelming colors are not what makes my soul sing. Neutral colors are not a soulless choice on my part, it's the first time in my life that I feel like it's finally clean, that I can breathe properly. You could scrub down a room with seafoam and forest green colors and have it so clean you could lick the walls and I would still have to go outside and take a moment to gather myself together if I had to live in it, because for me "color" means messy and I've had an entire lifetime of mess. I love when people put bright orange or bright green on their walls, that rocks and I will come over and genuinely tell you how beautiful it is, because I understand that it makes your soul sing. But understand that, in turn, having sleek, subtle colors makes my soul sing in a way that's just as genuine.

#lumi.txt #hoarding

[l44serbeam]

walk you home

robin buckley x fem!reader summary : robin has seen y/n, around a lot recently. Now, at a party Steve dragged her to, she thought the night couldn't get any worse but right when she was about to leave, she notices her stumbling into the bathroom, way too sad for her liking. a/n : This is very directly inspired by Walk You Home by Sir Chloe cause i was listening to it and for some reason imagined Robin to it and i HAD to write it. Also lmk if y’all are interested in a part 2.

    ❀ warnings: fluff, underage drinking, cursing, mentions of vomit, nothing really inappropriate just that ‘boobs’ are mentioned and y/n mentions hooking up with a girl

The blaring music and loud chatter had Robins mind running in circles. She thought that maybe with a drink or two would help ease her mind, as Steve suggested, but it made everything ten times worse.

The edge of the alcohol made the terrible music unbearable and Steve's constant hollering also didn’t aid her in any way. 

Now, sitting on a crooked couch, one of its legs missing and making it tilt and violently shake at the slightest movements, Robin sat there. Her eyes were scanning the room and bodies of people dancing, her drink held in between her knees and hands covering it. 

“ROBBYY!” Steve hollered from her right. She looked up at him, her face coated in annoyance. The man flopped onto the couch besides her, making it rock back and creak. 

“Shit.” He mumbled, abruptly throwing his torso forward and bending down to look at the missing leg of the couch. 

He was very drunk. 

“Steve, why did i let you drag me here.” Robin said, trying to raise her voice over the music. 

“Because, Robin. You!” He brought up his pointer finger to Robins face, attempting to boop her nose but missing and poking her cheek. “Are my dearest friend. Best i might even say.” 

Robin rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away. “I wanna go but i don’t want to leave you here considering you’re shit-faced. How’re you getting home?”

“WOw Buckeroo. You are a greeeeaaat friend.” He said, truly seeming to mean it. “I’m probably just gonna walk. It’s just like two blocks.” 

“Ok. I’ll call you in the morning dingus.” She said without missing a moment to get up to go. 

Robin pushed her way through the crowd of people, getting pushed around back and forth. 

As she made it through, she saw her. Y/n y/l/n.

Robin had seen her around the block, only living two houses away from each other. She was the girl Robin stared at from afar. She was the girl Robin thought of every night before going to bed and the girl she endlessly ranted to Steve about.

According to him, there was no way y/n wasn’t gay. He pointed out the doodles of boobs on her converse, the rainbow bracelet she always had on and the suspicious pins she had on her back pack.

Robin excused it, saying y/n was merely a teenage girl with a colorful style and unique taste in bands and movies.

But, there she was, in all her glory. She wore a loose black floral dress and black jean jacket on top with her doodle coated converse. Her hair was tucked behind her ears and eyes dull, staring into the shot glass in her hand as she leaned against the wall. 

Guess I’m not the only one having a shitty time. Robin thought. Robin stopped her movements, standing to the side of the crowd as she watched her from a distance, admiring her. 

Just before Robin was about to turn and leave, y/n looked up into the crowd, her eyes looking forward and catching a glimpse of something she obviously didn’t want to see. Then, she pushed herself off of the wall and bolted in the direction of the bathroom.

She was obviously upset. 

Instead of going the other way to the exit of the house, she instinctively pushed her way through the crowd once again and towards the bathroom. When she made it to the door of the bathroom, it was slightly open.

She slowly leaned in, putting her ear near the crack. 

All she heard were sniffles and quiet cries. With that, she slowly opened the door to see y/n sitting on the ground, hands on her face and makeup running down her cheeks. 

“Y/n?” Robin called gently, backing the girl look up. 

“Shit, Robin. Hey.” She said, wiping the tears off her face. 

Robin stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, this time fully. 

“Sorry i like barged in. I didn’t mean to. Well i mean, i kinda did i guess. I- i saw you run in here and you looked pretty upset and i wanted to make sure you’re ok but i shouldn’t have just walked in, sorry about that.” Robin rambled, her hands fiddling with one another. 

Y/n laughed lightly, wiping her nose. “Thanks. Im ok but could you help me up?” 

“Y-yes of course of course.” Robin said quickly, grabbing the shot glass out of her hand and placing it on the bathroom counter and then helping her up. Almost tripping as she stood up, Robin put one hand under her arm and the other on her waist.

“Thanks.” y/n said, looking up to make eye contact with the girl. 

“No problemo.” Robin said, her eyes wide as she looked back at her. She felt her heart beat grow faster at the place where her hand rested and the closeness of their faces, the smell of cheap tequila and lavender invaded her senses. Robin wanted to be bathed in the scent. 

After a moment of silence, Robin cleared her throat and brought back her hands. Y/n couldn't lie, a hint of disappointment struck in her at the retreat of Robins hands.

“Sorry about this. Just saw some shit I'd rather not have seen.” Y/n said, clearly avoiding having to explain what it was. Robin wasn’t about the pressure her so instead, she nodded understandingly. 

“Get how that feels.” She related, unknowingly comforting y/n.

Y/n turned to face the mirror and began using a wet tissue to wipe off her smeared makeup. Robin stood behind her, looking at her through the mirror.

In all honesty, she had no idea what to do. It was the first time she’d ever found the girl she secretly liked crying on the bathroom floor at a party and she really did not feel like messing this up.

What would Steve do, what would Steve do. Robin repeated to herself, racking through her brain to find some kind of guidance that would suggest what would be most appropriate to do. 

“Can i walk you home?” Robin finally asked as y/n threw away the tissue. 

Y/n turned to face her and smiled “That'd be great but i don't want to drag you away from the party just cause i'm a crybaby.”

“No no no, i was just about to leave. I swear, you could ask Steve. Plus you live like really close to me so it's not like it would be to taxing. That sounded kinda weird, that i know where you live. I'm not a stalker or anything like that it's just i've seen you leave your house a few times in the morning before school so i thought it was pretty safe to assume you live there.” Robin nervously rambled. 

It was quite cute, the way she did. At least y/n thought so. 

Y/n giggled at Robins endless loop of self incrimination then attempt at explanation, incriminating herself again in the explanation.

“Ok then, shall we, stalker girl?” Y/n said, gesturing to the bathroom door, Robin blushing hard at the name.

“Y-yeah.” She said.

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“There’s no way!” Robin laughed.

“No, i'm not kidding! I swear to god he literally projectile vomited ALL over her. It was insane! I didn’t know what to do!” Y/n said, telling Robin about a party incident from a few days ago.

The night was warm, the smell of summer rising from the earth. The two walked along the side of the road, dimly illuminated by the old street lights above them. 

Robin walked with her hands stuffed in the pocket of her jacket, looking at y/n as she told the story.

Robin was happy to see there was no reminisces of sadness on her face. Only a big bright smile.

“I think i would’ve immediately run. I don't do well with vomit. Not after an incident from a while back.” Robin added, face contorting in disgust at the memory of Steve and her on the bathroom floor after escaping the Russian base, the bathroom spinning around her endlessly.

Y/n laughed at Robins expression, looking directly at her eyes. “Must’ve been truly horrid.”

“Terrifying.”

Robin looked up from the ground and to y/n’s gaze, the two smiling at each other once they walked. 

Y/n thought Robin was the most beautiful girl shed laid eyes on. Cheeks so rosy and thousands of freckles. She had a smile like no other and lips so delightfully pink and kissable it should be illegal.

“I like you Buckley. Don’t know why we aren’t closer.” Y/n said, nudging her with her elbow. 

Robin blushed and looked back down at the ground. Little did y/n know just how much that made Robins heart speed. 

After a beat of silence, Robin decided to speak up.

“Trent is an asshole.” She said.

Y/n looked at her eyes wide and face slightly shocked.

Noting her confusion, Robin elaborated. “I saw you were looking at him and Kim making out before you ran away. Don’t let a dick like that make you upset. You deserve better.”

“Yeah.” Y/n smiled at Robin, but there was something behind that smile. Not sadness as one would expect, but almost a slight etch of fear. She looked to the ground and swallowed harshly.

“I’m sorry did i say something wrong.” Robin began, her own fear growing. “I’m sorry if i said something to make you upset but i can tell you are and that’s totally my fault i mean it’s just what i assumed from the sight-”

“No no no, you’re alright. It’s not that you’re wrong either. I- i am upset because of Trent but, not in the way you think.” Y/n suddenly stopped walking, a wave of nerves hitting her, making her chew on her lower lip.

“Whats up?” Robin said, also stopping and standing in front of y/n.

“You’re cool right? I mean you see so. Y-you aren’t like other people here. Total assholes.” Y/n stuttered.

Robin nodded carefully. “Id like to think so.” She chuckled, scratching the back of her neck.

“I wasn’t upset because Trent was dancing with another girl. I was upset cause the girl that broke my heart was dancing with him.” Y/n confided.

Robins eyes went wide. “What?”

“We hooked up and i caught feelings then she told me she was ‘just experimenting’. It’s not that i still want to be with her, it’s just the shots made me kinda sulky.” She shrugged, looking away from Robins face.

Robin stood quiet, eyes wide and mouth agape, her hands out of her pockets and hanging by her sides.

Steve was right. She couldn’t believe it. She knew that at the moment she should be providing comfort for the fact the girl before her was played, but she was just to happy.

“Robin?” Y/n said, worry growing in the pit of her stomach.

“Me too.” Robin blurted, y/n furrowing her eyebrows confused. “I a-also like girls. Not experimentally or anything but like really. Like i- i mean… woman, am i right? But that’s great you do too i didn’t know there were more people like me around here. I mean, woo!”

Robins rambling made y/n chuckle slightly, then making Robin also giggle.

“God, i’m so sorry i talk a- a lot. I should really stop.”

“You’re cute Buckley.” Y/n laughed, beginning to resume walking, leaving Robin standing, a blush on her face and an all consuming smile.

Turning and returning to y/n’s side, the two walked. They walked in silence.

Robin wasn’t one to like long periods of silence. Whether it was around friends, her parents, or even when she was alone. But this silence, it was like none other she’d experienced.

It was comforting. No tension in the air and the gentle bouncing of the them bumping into each other as they walked was enough to keep Robins mind grounded, an inevitable smile remaining present on her face.

After a few seconds, y/n brought her hand up to the back of Robins arm, cautious and gentle. Almost as though she were testing the waters.

When Robin separated her arm, putting her elbow out towards y/n. Taking her approval, y/n interlocked her arm with Robins and leaned her head slightly on her shoulder.

Robin felt her heart beat increase. Combating the urge to grin like a maniac.

“This is me, Buck.” Y/n said, halting and making Robin stop in the process.

“Dear god never call me that again.” Robin laughed. She stepped forward in front of y/n.

Once their laughter died down, the two just stood there, under the light above them, Robin with her hands in her pockets and y/n fiddling with hers in front of her.

“So, i wanna ask you something. You totally don’t have to say yes and just know i’m not asking this just cause you’re the only other girl around here i know that also likes other girls. Like i totally like you for you and i have for a while now so, again, don’t feel obligated but do-”

“Yes.”

“Yes to?”

“Yes to going on a date with you.” y/n assured.

“Ok. Great! Awesome. Truly wonderful.” Robin said, slightly louder than she would’ve liked.

“Tomorrow, my place at 6. Bring movies.” Y/n said, Robin nodding.

“Sounds great.”

“I’ll see you then, Buck.” y/n said and turned around to walk up to her house, but, not before leaning forward and kissing Robins cheek.

Robin stood on the street, staring at y/n go into her house and holding back every urge to jump up and down.

Holy shit i have to go tell Steve.

#ˋ°•*⁀➷ ꜱᴏꜰɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇꜱ #st4 #stranger things #lgbtq #robin buckley #wlw #eddie munson x reader #pride #stranger things season 4 #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley headcanons #steve harrington x reader #steve and robin #st4 vol1 #st4 vol 2 #sapphic

[fryingpan1234567]

yeah, more of these…

Batboys x reader feat. living together bc I don’t see enough headcanons about that (in some you’re a super and in some you’re not)

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dick Grayson/ Nightwing

We’re imagining a Matt Murdock style Manhattan apartment, with entire walls made of murky glass, limited amount of walls within the place, very nice. It’s in Blüdhaven (:

There are two bedrooms. The two of you live in the smaller one and the master is for superhero stuff

All your tech, suits, files, medical, all that

The ceiling in your room is glass!!

The doggo is a black German Shepherd with a white patch on his chest that looks like the Nightwing symbol, which is the entire reason you got him. His name is Eagle :D

No matter where you work, the two of you take your lunches together every day and get coffee before work if there’s enough time. You picked this place because it’s close to both your jobs, obvi

As far as decor goes, there are a few high-humidity plants, neutral and blue tones, and cool metal

It’s always humid in your place for the plants, but it’s nice

Rainforest vibes, especially when it’s raining

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jason Todd/ Red Hood

So many books

All the books

Everywhere

Y’all’s live out kind of in the middle of nowhere so it’s easier to retreat and lay low when necessary

Bout an hour out of Gotham

That’s Albus Dumbledore, the Great Dane

Alby for short cause she’s actually a girl but Jay wasn’t budging on that name

Kitty is Angelica

Anyways it’s nice and quiet out there, no city noises or being constantly worried about a stray bomb being thrown in a window

Every goddamn cup or container in your house is a mason jar

Plates and bowls are literally just hammered out sheets of scrap metal

It’s an aesthetic tbh

Plenty of succulents

Anyways the library? Massive

The kitchen? Top of the line

Maybe you two live out in the middle of nowhere, but no way in hell do you pass up the opportunity to abuse Bruce’s money to build a kickass house with all your favorite things

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tim Drake/ Red Robin

Tim wanted to stay close to Bruce, as he is still a Robin

So y’all’s are only like a ten minute drive from the manor

Two doggos!! Rapunzel and Rella. They are both trained service dogs for anxiety and PTSD, for you and Tim both. Damian helped Bruce find them for you when the two of you moved in :DD

You have a smaller apartment, but it’s close to the top of the building and you actually get to see the Gotham sun sometimes

Whenever Rella or Rapunzel knows Tim’s been on his computer too long, or you’re hyperfixated on a case, or neither of you have slept in a while, they’ll drag you away from your work for a walk or a nap or food

Da best guard dogs :3

MOVING AWAY FROM THE DOGS

The house has quite the modern vibe going

Bright colors, cool shapes, sensible uses of space

Yes, the loft king bed is a real thing

Although sometimes you guys end up sleeping in the living room with a blanket fort bc your dogs can’t follow you up the ladder

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damian Wayne/ Robin

First and foremost: Playdough’s rainbow spots are just dye; she’s fine I promise

Dami brought Titus and Alfred, obviously, but sadly Batcow had to stay at the manor. The condo building owners didn’t like the idea of that; a Great Dane is barely allowed as it is

The other cat is Cookie!! She’s nice but you and Dami tell everyone she’s mean so when they get affection they feel all warm inside [:

Keep in mind these guys are the only permanent ones- you foster all kinds of animals, including more dogs and cats, chinchillas, guinea pigs, rabbits, birds, even a bat once

Dami also had to stay close to the manor for Robin purposes. You guys are a few minutes away

There are little weapons and med kits and snacks (human and pet) scattered all over your place

Everything is so dark at your place so bloodstains are less noticable

(Dami tends to stumble through a window at like four in the morning, potentially with stab or gunshot wounds and bleeds all over the place)

If you’re a nurse, the stitching up came easy

If you’re not… you had to learn pretty fast

But hey it’s not all bad you’ve got four emotional support animals and a giant tv to watch Nat Geo on

#dc #headcanon #batboys #batboys x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader

[sunshinesteviee]

absolutely smitten - r.b.

summary: robin asks you if she can paint your nails, and you return the favor; robin buckley x reader wc: 1.9k warnings: nothing but fluff a/n: my bisexual ass felt the need to write a lil fluff with robin, and a wonderful anon gave me this idea!! i've never written robin before, so be kind pls lol i'm still figuring her out! if you have any constructive criticism/feedback, i'd love to hear it! big thank u to @familyvideostevie for reading this before i posted it ily. i hope y'all enjoy xoxo

Masterlist

You’re laying on the floor on your stomach, legs stretched out behind you as you sort through all of your nail polish bottles. You have entirely too many, several shades of every color in the rainbow and beyond, and you can’t decide which one you want to use. Letting out a dramatic sigh, you press your cheek into your fist as you glance up to your bed where Robin is sitting. She’s pretending to leaf through one of your magazines, doing a terrible job of acting like she hadn’t been watching you. Smiling to yourself, you call her name, “Robin?”

“Huh?” she startles, closing the magazine a bit too quickly as she peers over the edge of the bed to look down at you, “Yeah?”

“What color should I paint my nails?” you ask, gesturing to the bottles laid out on the rug, pushing your lips out into a small pout, “I have too many, I can’t decide.”

“Hmm…” she trails off, and you can practically see her brain moving a thousand miles a minute, even just to suggest a nail polish color for you. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth, deep in thought, before reaching down to point to one of the colors, “Maybe that one?”

It’s a soft buttercup yellow, and you’re not at all surprised by her choice. You know without a doubt that it’s her favorite color on you; even before you’d admitted your feelings for each other, she never failed to compliment you when you were wearing the color. Your fingers brush hers as you reach down to grab the bottle, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “Yeah, okay. I like that color.”

“Me too,” she murmurs in reply, sitting back up on the bed. You can see a faint blush dusting over her freckled cheeks from where you’re sitting and you can’t help but grin as you sit up and then give the small bottle a shake before untwisting the top. Just as you’re about to swipe the paint over your first nail, she speaks up again, “Wait, can I… umm can I do it?” She looks nervous, as if you might turn her down. 

“You wanna paint my nails for me?”

“I mean, i-if that’s okay with you. If not, that’s fine, but I—”

“Of course, Robs,” you nod, cutting off her nervous rambling in an attempt to soothe her, “Can I pick a color and paint your nails after?”

The smile that breaks out on Robin’s face is contagious — it always is, though — and she nods quickly, climbing off of the bed to settle onto the floor across from you, “Sure. Just nothing neon, that’s too distracting for me.”

“Deal,” you nod, holding your pinky out to her. Her pinky is wrapped around yours in seconds, and you both lean in, pressing a kiss to the other’s finger softly. Before she can pull back, you lean up towards her, lips just barely ghosting over the high point of her cheekbone softly. Another blush springs onto the apples of her cheeks almost immediately as you pass the bottle of nail polish to her and scoot back to make more room. 

“Uhh…” Robin is dazed, but then again, it’s a pretty constant feeling for her when she’s near you. It’s a wonder she can ever function around you and your pretty smile. After a moment, she shakes her head and clears her throat, scooting down to be closer as she starts to ramble again, “I mean, just so you know… well, you know I don’t paint my nails very often, so I’m not very good at it, but I promise I’ll try my best to be careful. And I won’t get any on the rug! Probably.”

“Robin, you’ll do fine,” you assure her, handing the color back to her and holding your hands out, palms facing the floor. 

She nods again after a moment, taking your hand into hers gently. There’s a moment of hesitation, but then she lifts your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, causing you to push your hot cheek into your shoulder, nearly shying away from the gesture. Your relationship is still brand new, and you rarely engage in PDA seeing as you live in Hawkins, so any time Robin is affectionate, your whole body feels like it’s on fire. If she notices, she doesn’t say anything as she dips the brush into the polish, wiping the excess off onto the rim of the bottle before carefully brushing over the nail on your index finger carefully. 

It’s quiet in your room, save for the music that’s playing quietly from the cassette player that sits near your window. You’re humming along quietly, barely audible, with the music as you watch Robin work diligently. Your usually loud and talkative girlfriend is quiet as she concentrates; you’ve quickly learned you just need to give her something to focus on to calm her racing mind. She’s sitting with one knee bent up so she can rest your hand on it, and her other leg is tucked underneath. You can feel her breath, warm against your skin, she’s sitting so close with her head ducked down to see clearly as she moves onto painting the third nail. Your favorite part, though, is that she’s concentrating so hard that the tip of her tongue is poking out of the side of her mouth. 

Something inside of your chest is bursting as you watch her, the warm feeling of admiration curling and twisting inside of you. Around your heart and lungs and rib cage. Maybe even your spleen, though you have no idea where that is in your body, or what it does. Robin could tell you, though, you’re sure of that much. You know you’re grinning like a fool as she looks up, having finished painting one of your hands, but you don’t have it in you to care. You really like her. 

“Okay, the first hand is done! It’s not terrible, but don’t get me wrong, it’s not good. I’ll do your other hand now. I—“ she trails off when she notices you staring, “What? Did I mess it up?”

You shake your head quickly, “No! I just… you’re really cute when you’re concentrating, Robs. I really like you.”

The blush on her cheeks is back with a vengeance, the pink nearly overtaking the pretty freckles dotted all over her face. She lets out an embarrassed squeak of a laugh as her smile takes up her entire face. You’re thinking about how much you want to kiss her when she smiles like that, and it seems she’s in your head, because she leans forward, planting one hand on the rug between you, the other coming up to cup your cheek gently. Her eyes flick between yours and then your lips before she closes the small space between you, nose nudged into yours, lips soft against your own. You’re not sure you’ll ever get over the feeling of kissing her. 

Your hand moves practically on its own accord, coming up to slip into her hair, but before you can get anywhere close, Robin pulls back quickly, eyes wide. Slightly startled, worried something is wrong, you give her a confused look. Her long fingers wrap around your wrist delicately, yanking it away from her hair, “Don’t ruin all my hard work!”

“Jesus!” you gasp, lips pushing out into a pout, upset that she’d broken off the kiss much too early, “I thought something was wrong!”

“Sorry,” she gives you a sheepish smile, “It’s just, your nails aren’t dry yet and I don’t want them to smudge. Let me do your other hand. The sooner I do it, the sooner they’ll dry, and the sooner I can kiss you again.”

You can’t argue with that logic and mumble in agreement, letting Robin take your other hand and get back to work. Just before she brushes the paint over your nail, her eyes flash up to yours with a grin, and she leans forward to quickly peck your lips again. 

A comfortable quiet falls over the two of you again as Robin goes back to concentrating on painting your nails as cleanly as she can. You can’t help yourself when you lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead as she runs her own nail along the edge of yours to clean up some of the paint. When she’s done her head pops back up as she twists the top back onto the bottle, “Okay, I’m done.”

You hold your hands up, admiring the soft yellow adorning your nails and nod as you glance up at Robin, “It looks good, Robs. Can I still paint yours?”

“Yeah,” she nods quickly, more than willing to make you happy however she can. But then she adds, “When yours are dry.”

“Okay, okay,” you concede, lips twisting into a smile. You begin sorting through the colors, trying to pick something for her she wouldn’t normally choose. Robin doesn’t wear nail polish often, but when she does, it’s always something dark, usually black or dark blue. Part of you wants to choose something crazy and paint her nails bubblegum pink, but you know she’d be itching to take it off way too soon. 

After a few moments, you pick one of your reds. It’s not a dark red that she might pick, but rather something a bit brighter, more of a scarlet color. You hold it up to her, silently asking if she’s okay with it as you wait for her reaction. She nods, grateful that it isn’t hot pink or neon blue or something that totally isn’t her. 

It isn’t as quiet as you paint her nails — with a lot more precision — as she tells you about her day. You’re listening intently as she rambles on about band practice and how she almost lost the mouthpiece for her trumpet, and before you have time to reply, is jumping to a different story about something stupid Steve said at work. She’s still talking by the time you’re finished, but you let her keep going, absolutely enamored with how animated she could get. It isn’t until she pauses and finds you watching her, your chin resting on your knees, that she pauses, cheeks flushing instantly, “Oh, sorry, I’m doing it, aren’t I? I’m rambling again.”

“It’s okay, I like listening to you.”

Robin smiles bashfully, head tilting to one side as she lifts her hands to look at the color of her nails, “Ugh, you did a much better job than me.”

“Well, I should hope so,” you tease. 

She looks up from her hands, gaping at you, “Rude!”

You dissolve into giggles, shifting so you’re laying on the floor on your back. Lifting your hands so the palms are facing the ceiling, you admire Robin’s work, “No, they’re really not that bad, love.”

Her hand appears in the air next to yours as she shifts to lay down on her back next to you, and while you’re in the middle of nitpicking your work, her hand slides into yours smoothly. Her fingers slip between the spaces of yours, interlocking together as she drags your hands down, the back of your hand pressing to her chest, still mindful of your sticky nails. 

When you turn your head to look at her, she’s already staring at you, messy bangs falling into her face. You’re impossibly close, so close you could count each individual freckle on her face if you wanted. You move in the tiniest bit closer, the tip of your nose nudging into hers. Before your lips can meet, she murmurs, “I really like you, too, by the way.”

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley imagine #girlfriend!robin buckley #girlfriend!robin #sunshinehollandd writing #sunshinehollandd

[rebelspykatie]

Rushin' through me like a fire - A Steddie Club AU

AO3 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

It was probably a bad idea to come here without Robin. The only time he’s ever stepped foot through those doors is with her by his side. Hellfire has become their local hangout, where they go after a long day at work, where they go to celebrate after they’ve accomplished something big, where they go to unwind when they need a break from reality. The music’s loud, the drinks are strong, and the crowd is uninhibited and unabashedly gay. Not many places like it in this corner of the world, but it’s a local haven. 

Robin dragged him here during their first year of teaching, both of them needing a break from the monotony and the long unpaid hours of overtime they put in making lesson plans and grading papers. Normally, they come for drinks and dancing, just the two of them. It’s their special thing, as if they weren’t already attached at the hip and living in each other’s pockets.

The space itself is nothing too fancy, just a large room with dark walls. But the owner, whoever they are, has really turned this place into something spectacular. Behind the bar, there’s a display of bottles made to look like flames, all orange and red colored glass set at varying heights backlight by matching twinkling lights. The walls are lined with white neon lighting, running along both the top and bottom of the perimeter of the building. Framed posters from a lot of bands Steve’s never heard of cover the walls, mixed with motifs of flames and more neon lights in the shape of bats and guitars. 

Most of the room is a dance floor, with a DJ up on a raised platform against one wall. The opposite wall is entirely taken up by the bar, always with at least three bartenders in rotation. Disco balls and rainbow flags hang from the ceiling, welcoming anyone to this sacred space. 

On a typical night, Steve and Robin would wander over to the bar first and grab a drink before heading to the dance floor until they’re both sweaty and just tipsy enough to forget their problems. Tonight, Steve feels out of place for the first time. He wasn’t going to come, but Robin has started seeing someone, leaving him alone more nights than he’s used to, their house too quiet without her incessant rambling. 

Steve decided tonight he was going to do something different. Get out of this funk he’s been in. He might also be lonelier than he wants to admit. He gave up on dating a while back, nobody really sparking any kind of intense passion, or only wanting him for his looks. His life is already busy enough without mediocre dates that go nowhere except to his bedroom. Except now that Robin’s preoccupied, he’s realizing that maybe his life isn’t as busy as he thought. 

So here he is, alone, at their favorite bar, sipping a drink on a bar stool, hoping it’ll give him some liquid courage to go out on the dance floor by himself. When an ABBA song comes on, it feels like a sign from the universe. He reluctantly pushes himself away from the bar, draining the last of his drink before scanning the crowd and locking onto a handsome taller man who appears to also be alone. Slinking his way through the crowd, he catches the man’s eye and nods a head towards the dance floor, an open invitation. 

When the man joins him, hands slipping around Steve’s waist as Steve’s slide across his shoulders, it feels like a victory. This guy is really attractive, like surface of the sun hot. He’s got short cropped black hair and a long torso that Steve can see through the tank top that he has practically painted onto his skin, showing every ripple of abs contracting while they dance. His arms aren’t huge, but they are muscular enough that Steve wants to grip them in his hands or see how they bulge if this guy lifted him up. 

As the song ends, Steve gestures towards the bar, a silent question to join him. The guy seems to agree, eyeing Steve up and down with a look that makes his skin buzz. The attention is unfamiliar to him now, too long out of the dating game. Sure, he’s used to eyes following him around a room, he’s not completely unaware of how he looks. But, up close and prolonged contact with someone that looks like they want to slam him against a wall and bite down on his flesh is a distant memory. 

Robin’s favorite bartender, and current girlfriend, is missing from behind the bar. Chrissy had pulled Robin away for a movie night, hence Steve’s current situation. Instead, Gareth comes over to refill Steve’s normal drink and grab something for his companion. He gives Steve an approving little smirk before he turns away to deal with other customers. As a regular, all of the bartenders know Robin and Steve, have their drink of choice memorized. It’s nice to have the familiarity, but there’s a prickle of self consciousness at Gareth judging who Steve might potentially take home at night. 

He tries not to let that get in the way of chatting up this stranger, who Steve quickly finds out is named Austin. It’s barely been ten minutes before Austin is leaning into his space and mouthing at his neck, cutting off Steve’s current train of thought. It shocks him so much that he pushes Austin’s shoulder to make him back up. 

“What the fuck, man?” Austin says, giving him a dirty look. “I thought you were into this.”

“We barely even know each other,” Steve points out, waving a hand between them like he’s the only one to realize they don’t even know each other’s last names. 

“You’re hot. I don’t need to know anything else.” A quick sweeping glance that makes his skin crawl.

Steve shuts down at that all too familiar feeling of being used. This guy doesn’t care about who Steve is, he just wants what everyone else he’s ever slept with wants, his body. 

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

#realizing i never posted this here #so here we go #originally posted on twitter #literally weeks ago my bad #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #katie writes #just trust my process on this one ok

[as-i-watch]

Do you know what the biggest lie ever told in one piece is?

"There are only 5 devil fruits that can fly"

I mean Pell sounded cool when he said it but it has gotten worse over time with every devil fruit that appears.

Let's go down the list from least to most ridiculous DF users who can fly.

ACTUAL BIRDS:

-Pell [Bird Bird fruit: Model Falcon]

-Marco [Bird Bird fruit: Model Phoenix]

-Morgans [Bird Bird fruit: Model Albatross ]*

*Morgans is flightless in his hybrid form, but Albatrosses can naturally fly for long distances*

-Buzz [Bird Bird fruit Model eagle]**

**Buzz is a noncanon character from the movie One piece strawhat chase. He is a dog**

OTHER FLYING ANIMALS:

-Cub [bug bug fruit: Model rhinoceros beetle]

-Bian [bug bug fruit: Model hornet]

While bugs are known for crawling, these two tontatas have DFs who's species can naturally fly.

-King [Dragon Dragon fruit: Model Pteranodon]

Flying is the only natural thing that King does with his fruit. All the fire stuff is unique to King

-Kaido/Momonosuke [DF NAME UNKNOWN]

Momo can fly by summoning clouds and walking on them but dragons appear to have the innate ability to fly as shown with Kaido

BIRD BY TECHNICALITY:

-Toragatsu [Bird Bird fruit Model: Nue]

Torgatsu is a noncanon character from the One Piece x Kyoto art show. The nue is a chimera like creature from Japanese folklore that has the body of a tiger, head of a monkey and a snake for a tail. Alternatively it can be described as having the back of a tiger, the limbs of a tanuki, the tail of a fox, the head of a cat, and the torso of a chicken. It is a bird fruit because the name Nue also refers to the scaly thrush bird that the chimera mimics. Torgatsu can fly by summoning rainbow colored flames.

LOGIAS:

All known logia users [with the exceptions of Aokiji, Akainu*, Blackbeard &Caribou ] can fly via elemental propulsion. [*Akainu is in a different category]

-Ace/Sabo [flame flame fruit]

-Smoker [plume plume fruit](smoke)

-Crocodile [Sand sand fruit]*

*the presence of these 3 fruits alone in alabasta immediately invalidated Pell's statement*

-Kizaru [glint glint fruit] (light)

-Enel [Rumble Rumble fruit] (Lightning)

-Caesar Clown [Gas Gas fruit]

-Monet [Snow snow fruit]

PARAMECIA SHENANIGANS

-Shiki [Float Float fruit]

man can just straight up fly

-Trafalgar Law [Op Op fruit]

-Fujitora [Press Press fruit]

-Eustass Kid [Magnet Magnet Fruit]

The above manipulate their environment to create platforms that they ride on.

-Big Mom [Soul soul fruit]

Can use her soul to create constructs that she rides on

-Perona [Hollow Hollow fruit]

Can fly by turning herself into a ghost.

-buffalo [Spin Spinf Fruit]

Can fly by helicoptering his body parts.

IS IT FLYING IF I DON'T TOUCH THE GROUND?

-Akainu [Mag mag fruit]

Has been shown to use his magma to propel himself short distances but hasn't shown the ability to fly

-Magellan [Venom Venom fruit]

Can create pathways of poison that allow him to fast travel around impel down

FLIGHT BY TECHNICALITY

-Buggy [Chop chopper fruit]

his body parts can Float around within a certain radius of him, excluding his feet.

DOESNT COUNT AS FLYING

-Ms. Valentine [Kilo Kilo fruit]

Reducing her weight to 1Kg allows her to jump really high into the air and slowly fall down

??????

Karasu [DF UNKNOWN]

Can turn himself into a murder of crows and fly.

SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO FLY AT ALL

-Doflamingo[string string fruit]

He flies by spidermaning his way through the air, sticking his strings to clouds

-Robin [flower flower fruit]

Grows several dozen arms that she fuses into a pair of wings

-Luffy [Gum Gum fruit]

Gear 4. Contracts and expands his legs with so much speed and force that it generates thrust.

There are probably some others that I missed but these are the major ones for where you are.

This a really cool categorization and also

Perhaps it was meant that only 5 DF like actually come with wings and the other ones just elevate their powers to do all that crazy shit

Or perhaps is further evidence Oda makes it all up as he goes along (most likely lol)

#also Marco! #ask #ask: op

[hargrove-mayfields]

________

Steve traveled a few hours for this.

Robin and Dustin came with him, taking turns driving since neither of them really liked to, but there wasn’t much choice. They would’ve brought the boys’ mom, but going a few states away isn’t something Claudia can do with her job if she still wants to retire in a month.

She’d entrusted Steve and Dustin with her car and settled for car-pooling with Joyce to work until the boys and Robin got back.

He really appreciated that. This trip is a very big deal to him; a visit to literally the only place left in the country he can visit his decades long hyperfixation. The Rock-Afire Explosion, in all its horribly tacky 1980s glory. Settled today at an independent arcade restaurant.

There’s one closer to home, but it isn’t the right group. Some corporate sellout place that uses digital screens and shit. Another is closed off to the public unless he was going to pay way too much money to see his favorite characters barely functioning. So to West by god Virginia it is.

They made it, and have spent probably two hours straight at this literal wonderland. Robin and Dustin are mostly hanging out in the arcade portion, dishing out little golden tokens into skee-ball games and spinning wheels for tickets. Actual print tickets. Just when he thought this place couldn’t get better.

Steve though, he’s mostly been parked in front of the stage the entire time. A basket of chicken tenders later, even though the place is known for pizza- which Steve in his post ileostomy world can’t eat- he’s still not going anywhere.

Each and every time the show selector board lights up again, he’s wheeling his way over and choosing one from the draw. So far, he’s seen probably half of the whole show tape, happy stimming his way through each song and skit that he’d wanted so desperately to see in person ever since the last Showbiz Pizza closed in Indiana during his early childhood.

This time, when it comes back on to signal the cooldown is over, he’s beat to the draw.

A small boy of about 10 or 11 years old comes darting past in little light up sneakers, on tip-toes to reach where the buttons are mounted up on the wall. He’s got a mop of blonde curly hair on his head, where it’s longer in the back pulled into a tiny ponytail, with the band of some strap-on glasses tucked underneath.

Steve looks over his shoulder to see where the little guy came from, and sees a man who looks almost identical. But not just any. The one approaching him is someone he used to know, an old crush that got away.

Billy Hargrove in the flesh.

It’s been over thirty years. These days, Billy is inked from shoulder to wrist, even more tattoos peeking out from just under the v-neck t-shirt he’s wearing. His hair has lightened, probably from the California sun that darkened his freckles and added more to any uncovered spot of skin. Those pale, almost peachy colored curls don’t do much to hide the dark graying streaks.

Steve is the same way, a whole patch of greyish-brown blooming at the front of his hair, and crows feet by his undercast eyes. Aging hasn’t done him particularly well, not the way it has Billy. That is what he thinks at least, still never quite breaking out of his self-critical shell. His mom says he’s still charming at least.

Being love-sick all these years hasn’t helped though. He wonders what Billy will think of him now.

Billy who, with an absolutely adorable laugh, calls after his boy, “Mackenzie! You gotta wait your turn little dude!”

Steve rushes to insist, “Oh, no, he’s alright!” After all, he’s the grown ass man getting his entertainment from a group of cutesy animal robots.

If that little boy in his cute sneakers wants to have fun too, he’s not gonna be some gatekeeping elitist about it. Not when he sees the wristband on his little wrist that proudly declares his extra 21st chromosome. He recognizes the rainbow infinity on the beaded bracelet beneath that one too.

Steve gets it. Hyperfixations and special interests are pretty huge for him too. Mackenzie being so excited about the band he’s loved for so long is not something Steve would ever dream of squashing out.

Not even when the young boy takes to climbing up the side of Steve’s wheelchair.

Billy intervenes and picks him up right away though, “Hey, hey. We don’t touch that, Kenz. That’s his legs.”

Mackenzie’s slanted eyes get big, his little head whipping towards Steve to apologize, “Sowwy!”

But the little guy was so genuine and curious, there’s no way Steve could be mad about that, “It’s alright! Here, do you wanna push a button?”

Billy looks relieved that Steve didn’t start freaking out on his kid, motioning with a little nod of his head that it’s okay for Steve to take Mackenzie’s little hand and guide it towards one of the buttons.

Together, they choose a blue one. Steve’s already watched this specific show, but it’s one of his favorites since it involves all eight characters. For some reason, he hopes the kiddo really likes it too.

Nothing happens at first- the animatronics have to get air pressure back in them before they can start -so Steve takes the few seconds of delay to roll back to his table. It doesn’t really surprise him when the two friends he’s made join him. Father and son in swivelly red chairs at the table Steve parked beside.

When the lights come up on stage, Steve finds he doesn’t want to look right at the show and stare the way he usually does. Instead, he watches the wonder in Mackenzie’s deep and emotional eyes.

Kids like him don’t do much to hide their emotions, which is honestly a huge inspiration to Steve, who grew up masking and hiding his disability. Pretending isn’t fun, and even though he just met this little dude, watching him just be himself makes Steve happy too.

They’re both letting their hands flutter about by the time the first set is finished, the hiss of air signaling the animatronics are done until the next time.

Mackenzie whips around in his seat and all but shouts at his dad, “Baba, t’ey sang to me!!”

“I heard, buddy! Wasn’t that cool?” Billy enthuses back.

Little Mackenzie nods his head over and over, giggles replacing his words.

Surprisingly, to Steve at least, he then looks to Steve for his opinion too. There is so much trust and adoration in that look. He hasn’t seen that since Dustin was a kid way back when Steve had first been adopted.

Steve gives a thumbs up for some reason, “Yeah, it was awesome!”

He reassures the little boy, but Billy is looking more skeptical. Not judgemental or anything, just aware of the surprised tone in Steve’s voice.

Non-confrontationally, he informs Steve, “Just a heads up.. I might’ve told Kenzie we were friends. I saw you and I panicked.”

Yep. That explains it. The sheepish looks from Billy combined with the excitement from his son.

Steve is actually really flattered that someone he used to think was so cool would want to be his friend.

“Highschool bullshit aside, I always kinda wondered what it would be like being close with the Billy Hargrove.”

“Well I still have the same taste in music.” Billy announces, after a moment to think on important fun facts about himself.

It makes Steve chuckle softly, “This tacky pop is probably painful for you then.”

Billy shrugs it off, “Hey, I heard some Springsteen in there. And the Beatles always get a pass. I can get by on this.”

Suddenly Mackenzie gets impatient with them having their own little conversation, and tries to get Steve’s attention. He taps him gently first, then starts waving and curling his hands into shapes.

Steve recognizes the gestures Mackenzie is making as sign language, but he doesn’t understand a word of it. It’s one of those things he always wanted to learn, and wished he knew, but never sat down and dedicated to. His communication board was way easier for non verbal days.

His confusion must be clear, because before he can even say anything, Billy starts acting as translator, “He wants to know your favorite member of the band.”

“Oh that’s easy! I love Beach Bear. His surfer theme and his curly blonde hair are so cool!” The answer is easy for Steve. He doesn’t mention the part where the character has always reminded him of someone his heart long yearned for.

Mackenzie seems to explode with happiness anyways, butterfly hands going faster than Steve can even finish his sentence. He guesses that’s his favorite too.

The excitement takes over totally, just then Makenzie taking off running unexpectedly.

Billy is up out of his seat so quick, jogging past his little one and intercepting him before he can complete his mission. It’s obvious Mackenzie had wanted to jump onto the stage, instead having to crash into his fathers open arms.

Before the little guy can get upset, Billy turns it into a hug. He’s so gentle, his hold on his boy loose, not crushing like the prone restraints Steve grew up with.

This is teaching through love, not fear. Steve may have just learned something about love himself if the way his heart skips a beat is any indication. He tries not to tear up.

Billy cups his hand real soft on the back of Mackenzie’s curly head, advising him, “Please don’t run off like that, baby. You could get hurt.”

“Sowwy.” Mackenzie apologizes, almost automatically.

Once again, Billy takes action to make sure his son isn’t feeling confronted or yelled at, “It’s okay, bud. You’re doing a really good job today, buddy. Daddy’s proud.”

With that, he carries him back over to the show selector to press one of the buttons that has now since lit up again, choosing a show with help from Steve through a series of pointing and lighthearted laughter from the trio.

They end up picking yet another one that Steve already heard, but Mackenzie clearly hadn’t, so Steve feels okay leaning aside with Billy and chatting while the boy dances and enjoys the show in close range.

“You’re really good with him.” He compliments softly, not just impressed but super enthralled

Instantly Billy’s face lights up with a smile, “Thanks, Steve. It’s just been me and him, I’m trying to fix a lot of shit his mom put into his head.”

Steve is going to say something, but Billy gets bashful, and interrupts it, “Sorry. Trauma dump.”

“No, it’s fine. I definitely get it. My uh.. my mom was the same way, you know.” Steve admits, to make Billy feel less embarrassed about it.

“Here, here.” Billy bumps their shoulders together, a weirdly intimate interaction, one that most people would be too afraid to do lest they break poor paralyzed Steve (not going to happen).

“It’s hard. I love my kid. More than the fucking world. I flew hours to this place just to let him be happy. But goddamn it’s not easy to unravel the shit that was done to me. To him too.”

“Listen, that happy, sweet little boy that ran over to me isn’t afraid. He’s not hurt, or scared, or hiding from anything. You’re doing great.” Steve compliments, all genuine.

His dream of six little nuggets of his own might not be something he’s going to have these days, but he admires Billy for his family. Not just because of his crush either. There’s always been a side to Billy that was so emotional and tender, and he’s amazed at how easily Billy can use that for good.

A lot has changed, but not really. Steve just wonders what Billy thinks of the fact Steve hasn’t made strides in growing a family or becoming some successful mogul.

Apparently he isn’t appalled, because he’s blushing as pink as Steve has probably been all day, as he says, “Thanks, Steve.. I needed that.”

And then there’s nothing left to say. Steve opens his mouth once, then closes it again, too overwhelmed to think of anything. All he wants to do is blab about how he’s been in love with his old rival the whole time.

The pause in conversation isn’t silent, between Mitzi Mozzarella singing her little mechanical heart out, kids laughing about something fun or crying about not getting the prize they wanted, and various machines begging to be played. But it feels intimate anyways.

A moment for just Billy and Steve, in all their nearing middle-aged glory.

It’s Billy who starts things back up, after checking that Mackenzie is getting enough to drink for all the moving he’s doing, “So. D’you really think blonde surfer guys are cool?”

“Maybe.” Steve goes along with it, seeing the opportunity to flirt in the way Billy held onto that one small moment, and tugging hard on that red string of fate, “They definitely get bonus points for having cool tattoos and being good parents, I’d say.”

Billy’s face looks absolutely frazzled, eyes big and smile all crooked and wobbly. And then he laughs, a loud, hearty laugh that has butterflies going through Steve’s whole chest, “Looks like you finally beat me at my own game, H.”

So they have been flirting.

In celebration of not reading the situation wrong, Steve turns it up ten more, leaving a locationally relevant move for Billy on purpose, “Do I get a prize?”

Of course the prize isn’t a stuffed toy or a handful of bubblegum, but rather, a kiss. A sweet, shy kind of kiss that has them bumping their noses together by accident. It’s all they can really get away with, considering where they are, but it’s enough. A thousand words in one chaste press of their lips together. It’s how Steve knows right away this was meant to be all along.

For what could have been several more hours they sat and talked, just the two of them in their little corner of the restaurant, occasionally taking breaks to go play a game, or take Mackenzie to the bathroom. In that time, they go from practically strangers, to having agreed to live together.

See, Billy and MacKenzie actually bought one way tickets. The California cost of living was way too much for single dad finances, and they had plans to settle in a rental trailer park, after a tour of a few states around the area, doing cheap stuff to make it seem fun. Like they weren’t searching for a place to live.

No way was Steve going to let Billy and his disabled kid be homeless in their rental car. Absolutely not.

He sent Claudia a text, and she said instantly she’d be getting Dustin's old room in order to house Mackenzie, and Steve could share his room with Billy. The situation is one plenty of people have already criticized, saying Steve at forty something is too old to be living with his adoptive mother. Adding a alternative queer man and his kid with down’s syndrome to the mix was destined to be the talk of the town, just as it was when Dustin moved out into an apartment with Lucas and Erica.

The fact is, he doesn’t care.

Steve hasn’t done babysitting since he was paralyzed in his twenties, but he’s more than happy to watch Mackenzie while Billy works. As soon as he saw him he felt like family, and Billy agrees Steve and he are soulmates. To him, this is just completing part of him that anguished and mourned and longed for so long.

The three of them together with Steve’s mom and caregiver, sounds like a dream to him.

“Who wants funnel cake!?” Robin appears out of nowhere, two greasy paper baskets in hand. But she freezes, “Wait a second- Hargrove?”

Okay, so there is a lot to catch her up on. Steve is more than happy to tell the story of rediscovering Billy, his beautiful son, and their long-lost love for each other.

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empty space

fools ( chapter 2 )

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pairing : steve harrington x fem!reader

genre : angst, just angst tbh. it hurts

warning : tw// anxiety thoughts, panic attack, su!c!dal thoughts, implied attempt, this is a quite heavy part, death?? 👀

summary : in which the nightmare has been chasing her finally caught up

wordcount : 2.1k

a/n : it’s finally here guys, the second part of fools. this one focused more and more to her background. read till the end you won’t regret it. tell me what you think about it on the comments. and i’m not really good about giving warnings so please do tell if i forgot about something

When she, Nancy, and Robin went to the local library, she found herself focusing on what had just happened a few moments earlier between her and Steve. Her eyes keep falling back onto Nancy’s back, no matter how many times she looks away from it. Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. Sweet Sweet Nancy Wheeler. The person she once wished—or perhaps still is but she doesn’t want to admit it—to wake up as in the morning. She wondered what Nancy’s world looks like. How it looked during the time of their relationship. Was Nancy Wheeler’s world sweet as candies on Halloween night? Was it filled with the uncertainty of what she shared with Jonathan back then? Or does it ever look like an empty space that seems to not have any end to it like how her world always feels like?

The last thing she wanted to do was compare her fate with others. She is a firm believer that everyone’s world has been there too at some point of their life. The idea of not knowing what to do, what to feel. The emptiness in their life. The feeling of not being good enough. The want to just exist with no single thought that would burden their mind. Everybody has different lives, different problems that end with different solutions. But they all have been there before, at the empty space that doesn’t seem to have any end to it. Some managed to escape from it, some still are lost in it—like her.

It’s not just about Steve. It’s pathetic if all of her problems come just because of a boy whose heart doesn’t beat for her. But, gosh, she wished it was all because of him, cause things would’ve been easier that way. It would’ve been easier if it all came from Steve and not the one she called ‘family’. Are they even a family to begin with? No, wait—the important question is that is she a part of that family?

People rarely notice her, that is a fact. Steve somehow did, and she doesn’t know why and how he did it. But she really meant it when she thanked him for noticing her. All her life, her family always seems so distant. Growing up in a house where she doesn’t feel comfort and all. It’s all because they never noticed her. She could barely remember when they last sat down and talked to her. When was the last time they got into her world? No one seems to be interested in it. Good for them, her world isn’t filled by rainbows and colorful colors.

What she hated the most was when she sat by the dining table with the others. And then she just sat there, no words coming out of her mouth. Just sat and stared at the food in front of her. Watching as others converse with one another. It was as if at that moment she became entirely invisible and was floating out of her body, it feels like she never doesn’t exist. They’re not that bad of a family, they never lay a hand on her. So that gotta count as something good, right? They are a perfect family, sort of, if you count her out like others always do.

She never knew what she ever did wrong and it’s not like they never talk to her, they do. It’s just they never pay attention. A casual “how’s your day?” In which she replied by an okay. Sometimes—every once in a while, they would praise her about her grades during dinner. Then they would move forward to talk about her other siblings’ day before she could utter any words about it. Then, at that point, everything would suddenly become bigger as she became smaller. It feels like the world was slowly suffocating her and when she had enough, she stood up and went outside the house–not bothering to announce where she was going cause it doesn’t even matter anyway. She went to Steve, like she always does.

There were no tears that escaped her eyes cause she did not feel sad, she felt empty. And being with Steve Harrington might be the only way to fill some of the emptiness. They would sit in his backyard, looking up to the sky and just talk. Being in each other's world, together. Steve’s family wasn’t exactly the ideal happy family, both of his parents were too busy with their jobs, constantly going business trips—leaving Steve alone or at the hands of their maid. She knew he felt sad about that too, there’s no way he didn’t feel that way cause if he didn’t then he wouldn’t come to her that one day—their second meeting.

But she never once heard Steve complain or verbally do something about it. If anything, he grew to enjoy his parents’ absence, giving him a sense of freedom he said. Like she had stated before, people have different solutions for their problems. Steve knows how to control the situation, how to control his feelings, something that she isn't able to do. Her feelings always seem to flow around like a flood because there is no extent on how much you can feel about something.

Perhaps that’s why when the vecna’s curse got her, it didn't come as a surprise at all. Slowly she walked down the empty hallway, looking around warily, heart threatening to leap out her chest. “Steve? Are you there?” She doesn’t know why her first instinct was to call out his name, foolishly expecting him to show up out of nowhere. Wishing that she is not where she thinks she is right now.

She could hear voices calling out her name, crawling around her, attaching themselves to her like a parasite as it gets louder. It feels almost like something was tugging her from the inside of her head. And it comes in many forms, her mother’s, father’s, those people at school, the teacher that gave her a disappointing look when he handed her report card, but most of all, the voice that she heard the loudest was Steve’s.

“Her? She’s just a friend, that's all. We’re kind of close.” The words that he once said to Tommy H. and Carol—back when they just started hanging out with one another. Just a friend. Kind of. For a moment, she had thought that she finally became invisible from his world again. She never thinks about that moment after that so why is it coming back now?

Walking down the hallway, she found herself finding that each room in that house holds memories that make her vulnerable the most. One that is filled with those dinners at her house. One about when she and her parents first argued back when she was a kid—the only time she had asked them about why they were acting like she was invisible. They only say that she is overreacting and then she never asks again. Couldn’t bear if she had to receive the same answer as a young adult she is right now. Knowing that hearing the answers from her parents would finally convince her to let go and cut all of the ties from this world—including the one that connected her and Steve together.

Pushing a door open, she found herself looking at a scene that had happened minutes—or perhaps hours before, she doesn’t know how time works in this ‘vision’ or upside down, wherever she is right now. Vecna seems to be taking its time with her—deciding to kill her slowly with her own emotions. With her hand—now gripping the doorsill, she lets herself watch the scene once more.

***

When Steve first saw her standing like a statue, unmoving from her spot. He was convinced that the world was ending right in front of his eyes. It was the nightmare that he begged never to live in. He could hear the others calling out her name and then his name. His name. But his eyes remain on her as his feet—too—seem unable to move from his spot. Scared that if he moves, it all becomes real.

This is it, he thought. He’s losing her and this time for real. Suddenly he was 13 again, finding her unconscious in her room—that time where she wasn’t eating from all the stress she got. He remembered shouting for her parents. He remembered shouting at her parents for not giving her the attention she deserves. He remembered being so scared that he spent the next few days beside her, not listening when she said she was feeling alright.

No. Not her please. Why her? He wanted to shout out loud but there were no words that came out of his mouth. Nancy appeared in front of his eyes, grabbing his shoulders—shaking him to make him come back to reality. To the reality that she is possibly dying. “Steve, Steve!! I know this is a lot to take in but please we need you here. What is—what is her favorite song?” Nancy asked frantically.

“I-I, what? What? I’m sorry.” Tears were already streaming down his face at that point. Not being able to control himself. Losing her. Losing here. Gone. Her. The words seem to repeat themselves in her mind like a plague that refuses to go away.

Slap

“Dude! Hi, Steve! If you don’t tell us right now, we might lose her forever. So please I don’t want us to lose anyone ever again. Come on, man.” Dustin slapped him across the face, trying to bring back some senses into him.

Her favorite song. Her favorite song.

“Oh God, Oh God.” His hands went up to his hair, gripping it tightly as he spun around, eyes frantically searching for something. Years of them together, she always said that she doesn’t have a specific one song to call as her favorite. It always seems to change again and again over the years. It was never permanent. Except, except maybe that song.

One that always brings stars to her eyes.

One that always makes her smile to most as she sings it passionately during their car rides.

One that they always sang together.

Automatically, his feet bring him to a sprint to the car. She must have left the cassette tape somewhere in the car, it hasn’t been too long since the last time they had their annual karaoke rides. When he found what he was searching for, he didn’t waste time running back to the others. With shaky hands, he puts the cassette into her walkman then he tosses it to Nancy who immediately puts it on for her.

Please, please come back.

***

“So please I beg you right now. Don’t love the girl who wasted your feelings when there are others who would love you—who have been in love with you like how you’ve been in love with her. When there are others who would trade everything they have just to fill the empty space that was left by her in your heart. Don’t be a fool.”

Fool. That was the word she described him as. The word she describes them as. Then she watches as Steve leaned down and whispers to her. The words that have kept her distraught, then one that keeps repeating themselves in her mind. “There is no empty space that was left by Nancy in my heart.”

She doesn’t know what that means. She doesn’t want to know the meaning behind his words. Was he saying that even after what happened between him and Nancy—his feelings remain the same, stronger as ever. Oh how she wished she doesn’t care about it but she does. She does and it painfully hurts to watch him like that. The flood of her emotions came back crashing to her when she heard him say that. Dragging her down the streams, drowning her in it.

He doesn’t care. He won’t care.

A chill went up her spine as she heard that devilish voice. That cold voice that would give kids a nightmare that they won’t ever forget. But despite all that, she still is not scared. She turned around, going outside the room. And there it is—Vecna—walking so slowly towards her.

Why the moments before her death is when she felt at peace the most. There was a feeling of ease that covered her heart at that moment as if death itself was hugging her and giving her the comfort she needed the most. Closing her eyes, she lets death welcomes her to the other side of the world. Letting it take her to a place that others can’t follow. To a place where others can’t save her. A place where she'll be invisible forever. Because who is she compared to others whose death has welcomed in those years before her.

And that—that was when she heard it, that damned song, that one song that she replayed the most.

part 3

more a/n : call me evil but i was actually planning on to post more on this part but then i was like “why not leave them with a cliffhanger 😈??” be grateful i didn’t follow the open ending idea that come up in my mind. also about the song, in my mind, it’s the fame soundtrack aka “fame by irene cara.” it’s just kinda fits with her the “remember my name! i’m gonna live forever.” let’s hope she does.

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[angel-ixily]

Two of the Same ~Pt 3~

Pairings: Tim Drake//Red Robin x gn!Reader

Fandom: DC Universe

Warnings: Use of language, mentions of violence and wounds

A/N: This is the last chapter, and I’ll be honest, I haven’t proofread much of it, and it’s kind of long! I’m so sorry, loves! I just don’t see enough Tim fanfics on here, and he’s one of my favorite characters ever, so I decided to make some for you! Enjoy!

Summary: Every night a masked vigilante comes into Y/N's bedroom, and to their knowledge, it's to "clean his wounds." But the visits go deeper than that when underneath that mask, unbeknownst to Y/N, is their classmate, Tim Drake, who has a huge crush on them.

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Two of the Same ~pt 1~

Two of the Same ~pt 2~

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Are we dating? Are we together? I’m not entirely sure.

I still have no clue who Red Robin is underneath that mask. I have no idea who he is, and it’s killing me. I’ve asked him about it, and he keeps saying “soon.” Like, when’s soon? How soon? It’s already been 2 months, and I’m still not sure what soon means. Does he even know when soon is? I’ve known the guy for almost 2 years, we’ve been all mushy gushy for almost 3 months.

It’s literally killing me.

Does he think that I’m going to hate his face? He wears a thin mask that only covers his eyes. I’ve already seen half of it, and I don’t hate it.

I put down the pencil and notebook that I had just finished writing my thoughts in as soon as I heard my phone buzz.

I smiled when I saw that Tim had sent me another text. In fact, he had sent me two texts.

I squealed and jumped out of my bed, running across the hall and into the bathroom to start the shower. I then ran out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom to get a change of clothes, and some of my hair stuff.

“Y/N! What are you doing in there?” My father asked from what I think was the living room.

“My friend invited me out, and I’m pretty excited, sorry!” I announced. My parents were muttering to each other for a moment and the last sentence I heard was-

“Y/N never gets that excited about hanging out with Jackie..” I laughed at that until I heard my mothers voice.

“Is it that boy? The one you’ve been texting?” She asks. I pause for a moment.

“How do you know about that?” I say as I peek my head out into the hallway.

“Oh come on, Y/N. Your phone bill went up 25 dollars this past month, and you get super excited when your phone lights up with a notification. The only reasonable explanation is a boy.” She stated.

Curse my parents for being lawyers.

And curse me for being so obvious with it.

“Yeah well. It is a boy.” I agree, taking all of my stuff into the bathroom with me.

“Well just be safe, okay? And make sure he’s not in any gangs?” She asked of me.

“But if he is in one, tell us so that we can go against him in court and make money!” My father added, before I closed the door. I rolled my eyes, smiling, as I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into our shower.

I had to exit the shower real quick, though, because I forgot to press play on my music.

When I stepped back in, the warm water felt nice against my back, but because my parents loved high water pressure, it felt like pebbles of rocks were being thrown at me, which was annoying. But I had to do what I had to do.

I washed my hair, shaved my legs, washed my body 3 times with 3 different soaps, and then a scrub. When I stepped out, I smelled like the colors of the rainbow, and immediately wrapped a towel around my body and hair, so that the cold air wouldn’t give me pneumonia.

I did a facial routine as I waited for my body to dry, and took my damp hair out of the towel as I finished up.

I don’t want to take too long and bore you dear reader as I explain what I did for the remainder of the time before Tim got there, so let me just speed things up for you.

I brushed out my hair, dried off my body, put my clothes on, dried my hair, proceeded to sing along to a bomb ass song on my playlist with the brush as my microphone, and the hair dryer blowing my hair back for dramatic effect, styled my hair, brushed my teeth, and walked out of the bathroom just in time because Tim had texted me notifying me that he was outside.

I told him I’d be right out, and I went into my bedroom to grab a pack of mint gum and my wallet just in case.

“Alright. Well I’m about to head out. I love you guys, and don’t have too much fun without me.” I told my parents as I walked past them in the living room.

“Have fun honey! Oh! And gangs! Careful of the gangs!” My mom yelled as I began to walk out the door.

“Money!” My father yelled immediately when I closed the door.

How silly my parents could be. And then I’d wonder where I got it from.

I basically ran down the hallway and down the stairs, until I came in view of the front door leading out to the street. I fixed my hair real quick, and adjusted my outfit, and walked out of the door.

In my view had to be one of the nicest cars I had ever seen, and inside of it was none other than Tim Drake. I smiled at him, and opened the door of the car.

“Hey!” I said as I sat in the seat. He smiled at me.

“You look beautiful.” He commented immediately. I blushed.

“Oh uh. Yeah thanks. You look nice too!” I complimented back. He chuckled, and pointed to the seatbelt.

“Don’t forget to buckle yourself in. I like to think I’m a good driver, but you never know what could happen.” He waited until I buckled myself in so that he could pull out and onto the street.

“So the cafè is a little of a ways from here, but that’s fine! It’s a really nice place, and I can’t wait to take you there.” He commented, glancing over to me. I smiled brightly.

“I can’t wait! I saw it on your Instagram last night, and it looks like a really comfortable environment!” A devious smirk covered his lips.

“I haven’t posted on my instagram in 3 months, Y/N.” He paused. “Were you stalking my Insta?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.

“It’s really aesthetically pleasing. How could I not look at it!” I tried to explain myself. In reality, I really just liked looking at photos of him, which sounded creepy. But to my defense, there was something about him that, and though I hated to admit it, attracted me to him.

Tim was cute, and smart, and funny. He cared about me and always asked if I was doing alright. He came to school more often now, and I had really started to like him. But my main issue was that I also really liked Red Robin. It made my heart hurt knowing that I couldn’t have both, and that I liked Tim while liking the masked vigilante.

“Are you okay?” Tim asked. I looked over to him, while he kept glancing at me, a concerned look in his eye.

“Oh I’m fine! I’m just thinking about a friend right now.” I told him. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Jackie?” He questioned. I laughed. I might as well be thinking of Jackie after she told me of her pregnancy scare last night, but my thoughts wandered elsewhere.

“Not exactly. Though I do worry about that girl sometimes. She’s a little crazy.” I comment, turning my body a little to face him. “Who knows. Maybe I was thinking of you!” I say, a small smile playing my lips. He blushes.

“I’d be honored if you were.” He smiles at me as we pull next to a sidewalk, with the supposed cafè right next to it. It was in Gotham square, and Tim was right, it did look comfortable.

I went to open my side of the car door, but Tim told me to hold on, and jumped out of the car. He closed the door and ran to the other side to open it for me.

“Sorry about that.” He said, as I got out of the car.

“What a gentlemen.” I teased as he closed the door behind me. He smiled, and we walked up to the door to the cafè. This time, I opened it for him.

“My turn now.” I joked. He laughed, and I followed behind him inside. It was quiet, and I could see why this would be Tim’s favorite place to be. It reminded me so much of him, actually. Quiet, peaceful, calm. And if cozy was a word I could use to describe a person, he’d be cozy.

“Tim! Hi!” A girl with long blonde hair said behind the counter. She noticed me and smirked. “Who’s this lovely person with you?” She asked.

“I’m Y/N.” I say, smiling at her. She returns it with a pearly grin.

“The usual, Timmy?” She asked. Tim nodded, and she turned to me. “And you, my love?” She asked. I really liked this girl. She seemed super sweet and enthusiastic.

“Can I get an iced peppermint latte?” I asked. She nodded.

“That’s my favorite too.” She commented, placing up the total. “And I’ll use the family discount for ya, Timmers.” She said, clicking some buttons on the screen. “Your total is 18.61.” She looked up at us and I took out a twenty in my wallet. Tim shook his head.

“I got it! Besides, she’s my sister. I’d never hear the end of it.” He said to me, putting his card into the machine. I stared at the two of them.

“You guys are siblings?” I asked. The girl nodded.

“Yep! Tim here is my little brother! Adoptive, that is. But still!” She beams down at him. He rolls his eyes.

“You’re older by a year. I’m not that much younger.” He reminded her, a smirk tugging his lips. She shrugged.

“Still younger!” She pressed one more button on the screen. “I’ll get those orders right out for the two of you!” She announced before she turned around to make the drinks.

I look over to Tim and he takes a breath. “Let’s sit at my favorite spot. Over here.” He leads the way to a cute little booth by the window, and we sit down across from one another.

“I would have never guessed that was your sister.” I laughed, glancing back at her as she was making the drinks.

“Yeah, my father has a habit of adopting kids. I have 7 older siblings, and one younger sibling.” He informs me. My jaw drops.

“No way!” I say, shocked. He nods.

“Yeah. Kate is the oldest, then comes Babs, Luke, Dick, Jason, Cass, Steph, me, and Damian.” He tells me, tapping his fingers on the table. I start to giggle.

“What?” He asks, a smile forming on his face.

“You give off little brother vibes, is all. Like, I could have figured you were one of the youngest in the family.” I joke. He begins to hide his smile as he shakes his head.

“Everybody says that, and I hate it.” I reach across and put my hand on his shoulder. He freezes, and blushes.

“It’s alright. I’m sure you still keep up with all of them.” I rub my thumb on his shoulder before I pull away. The blush deepens on his cheeks.

“I’m an only child. My parents saw how much of a hassle one child was, and dismissed any talk about having other children. I don’t think they regretted their decision.” I told him. A look of concern spread on his lips.

“Why? Were you that bad of a kid?” He asked. I shook my head.

“No. I’m just straight up my parents child. I act just like both of them, and they didn’t want to know what personality another one of their potential children could have. Having one that shared the same traits of theirs was enough.” I responded. Tim looked out the window.

“None of the adopted kids in my family are like Bruce. We all share similar traits, but we’re nothing alike. Dick is overly positive, Jason is overly negative, Babs is badass, Steph is sarcastic, Cass is quiet, Luke is wise, Kate is serious. The closest one to Bruce is probably Damian, who is his biological son.” Tim spoke, nodding his head as he finished his sentence.

“What about you?”

“Huh?”

“What about you?” I repeated, staring at him straight in the eyes. “What do you have in common with him?”

“I don’t know. My logic? Maybe? I think I’m just like you. I’m probably my biological parents child.” He declared. I nodded.

“Nothing wrong with that! But I think you shouldn’t hold yourself to a lower standard then the rest of your siblings. You all share your qualities, and I really like yours.” I smile at him, and he returns it, making it my turn to blush.

“This may sound cheesy to say, but I like hanging out with you. We should do this more often.” He commented. I laughed, crossing my arms.

“Why? Because you like me complimenting you?” I asked. His eyes widen, and he shakes his head.

“No! No, no, no! You’re just super fun, and… you’re uhm.. you’re a good person so…” He starts to stumble across his words and I shake my head.

“I was just teasing you, Tim. I like hanging out with you too.” We both stop smiling as we’re staring into each others eyes. From the lighting in this cafè, he looks like an angel. It’s lighting up his raven black hair, and making him look even more beautiful in that sweater. The softness of this cafè make his features softer too. A part of me hopes that the reason that he looks so calm and relaxed is because he’s with me.

Or maybe I’m a narcissist who thinks everything is about them. Who knows!

“Tim and Y/N?” We hear Tim’s sister call. We look over and see her standing by the counter with two drinks. Tim and I both get up to get them.

“Thanks, Steph.” He thanks her, grabbing both of our drinks. I pull out my wallet again, and place the twenty that I was going to use earlier to pay, into the tip jar.

“Keep Y/N, Tim. Keep them. They’re perfect.” Steph calls out. Tim hands my drink to me, blushing.

“Shut up!” He yells as we exit the cafè. I laugh.

“Oh shit! I didn’t even ask! Did you want to stay in there or did you want to go to the park now?” He asked. I smiled.

“We can go to the park now if you’d like.” He nodded and opened the car door for me.

“Thanks, Tim.” I told him once he got in. He shot me a toothy grin. We put on our seatbelts and he started the car.

“Anytime! Like I said, I like spending time with you. Making you comfortable is what’s most important to me.” He pulled out of the square. I stared at his hands on the wheel. My eyes trailed to his face. He was biting his lip, and I noticed a small scar on the bottom one.

“What happened to your lip?” I asked him, reaching across to hover my thumb over it. His face flushed and he glanced over to me.

“Some crazy guy on the street. He attacked me, and one of those vigilantes must have been nearby or something, and he saved me.” He explained, putting on the turn signal and turning left. I felt my heart skip a beat.

“Do you know which one it was? That saved you?” I asked. He stayed quiet for a moment.

“The red one. Kind of slim. Black hair. He fights using a long stick.” I smiled. Yep. Of course it would be Red Robin. I sat there smiling to myself, bringing my drink to my lips, but stopped when I had come to a realization.

Black hair. My eyes trailed up to take a look at Tim’s hair. Raven black. A middle part similar to Red’s. My eyebrows furrowed.

My eyes then trailed down to his body. He always wore oversized clothes, but his exterior was definitely not huge. He was a pretty skinny guy. Slim like Red.

And then my eyes trailed back to the scar on his lip. The same place that Red’s lip had been busted at.

And isn’t it so convenient that both Tim’s and Red’s arms had been broken in the same spot? And both of them being the right arm? And in the same week?

My heart started to beat faster, and my eyes widened.

“When did you get attacked?” I finally asked him after a long moment of silence. He was now pulling into the park.

“Uhh like 2 months ago? Yeah, it was kinda bad. What you get for living in Gotham I guess.”

My heart stopped.

I felt ringing in my ears.

Everything around me turned to slow motion, and I just stared at him.

There was no way that nerdy, quiet, billionaire’s son Tim Drake, who had much better things to do with his time and money, would go out at night and defend civilians of Gotham from all the chaos and destruction. There was no way. And how would he keep this secret from his family? They couldn’t of known, right?

But at the same time, it all made sense. All of the injuries that he had had over the years, how he’d sleep during most of his classes, and look exhausted whenever he’d show up at school. How he would act towards me.

The one thing that stumped me was that Red and Tim had two different personalities. Red Robin was mysterious, quick witted, confident, athletic. Tim was quiet, reserved, open, extremely intelligent, anxious, and bashful. There was no way that he was the masked vigilante that came into my bedroom every night. No fucking way!

Or maybe I was just trying to convince myself that.

“Y/N?” Tim’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I looked over to see my side of the door open, and Tim waiting by it. “Y/N are you coming?” He asked. I nodded.

“Yeah! Yeah! Sorry! Just got lost in my thoughts for a moment. I was thinking about a mystery.” I excused as I grabbed my drink and got out of the car. Tim scoffed amused.

“Are you okay?” He asked as I shut the door behind me. I nodded quickly.

“Yeah- yeah. I’m fine. I’m good. I was just thinking about a notebook. Yeah. The notebook that I kept open on my bed. I hope that my parents don’t read it. They can be kind of nosy.” I added. I waited for Tim as he walked up to me.

“I thought you said you were thinking of a mystery?” He questioned.

I laughed nervously, not looking up at him. I was scared that my hypothesis was correct, and that he was Red Robin. “Yeah. The mystery of whether my parents looked into my notebook.” I say, as I begin walking next to him. I squeezed my drink, feeling the water on the outside of the plastic cup soaking my hand.

“Nah I’ve been there. The amount of times that my siblings have went through my stuff is astonishing. They might be nosier than your parents, and they’ll make fun of me for it!” He chuckled and I felt him look at me. I could feel him examining me. Analyzing for any clue as to what may or may not could have been wrong.

Reading every aspect of me. Something the “worlds second best detective” would do.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, stopping mid-walk. He lightly grabbed my arm. I stopped too.

Slowly but surely, I looked up at him and into his dark blue eyes. Those blue eyes that I knew all too well. The pupil impossibly dilated, covering most of the iris. The waves of color that were visibly calm in my presence.

This time, unlike the time when we had first kissed, I noticed that we were standing oddly close to one another.

“Have you ever had something happen in your life that changed the course of it forever? And you can’t find an explanation for it, but when you finally do, it just comes at you like a train?” I asked him. The confusion was visible on his face, and he looked in between both of my eyes, possibly unsure of which one to look at.

Or he was trying to find an explanation for my words.

“I… yeah. Yeah I have.” He answers, looking at my lips nervously, before looking back up to my eyes. The triangle method. What a classic.

“Huh..” I said, before closing the space between us, pressing my lips against his. He seems taken aback for a second, before he began to kiss back, wrapping his arms around my waist, bringing me closer.

His kiss was soft, and gentle. It’s intoxicating, passionate, and slow. And once I realize that I have kissed these lips before, I feel faint. I don’t pass out, but my heart races, and my hands become shaky as I drop my drink to the floor, scaring both of us as we pull apart.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” He exclaims, looking down at the green and brown coffee in the ground. I could care less about the damn coffee, and instead I’m too busy marveling at the boy in front of me.

“It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m just-” I stare at him in awe. I want to laugh, but I can’t seem to form a coherent sentence. I just stare at him. He stares back after a moment, and a large smile appears on his face.

“Again, this may sound cheesy, but I’ve waited so long to do that.” He exclaims, smiling impossibly bigger, his face a beet red.

I giggle. “Is that so?” I ask him, knowing that he kissed me last night. He nods. “Then it’s a date.” I say as I happily wrap my arms around his left arm, continuing our walk.

He was blushing the whole rest of the “date.”

~~~~~~~

To my surprise, my parents did not go through my notebook, and they had left a little after I did. Lucky me!

But currently. As I did every night, I waited for my injured crusader to pop up at my window. My heart beating with excitement with every moment that passed.

When I was with Tim earlier, I was too astonished to tell him that I knew of his midnight persona, but I was going to tell him when he showed up, which I knew he would. After you spend a day with your crush, and you literally kiss them, how could you not visit them at late hours of the night in a spandex suit? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?

At around 9:12, which is pretty early for him, he knocked at my window, and I opened up.

“Hey, stranger.” I greeted sarcastically, a huge smile covering my lips.

“Good evening random civilian. Do you have any clowns in your humble abode?” He asked, as he climbed in through the window. I stepped back, allowing him some space.

“Not that I know of. But I do believe that I have a bird in here.” I stated, tapping my chin. He chuckled.

“I missed you.” He said as he wrapped his arms around me in a hug.

“I missed you too.” I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heart beat. For how calm his breathing was, his heart was pounding at an alarming rate.

I pulled away first. “So…” I trailed off. He chuckled.

“Sooooo?” He repeated. I smiled.

“Your identity.” I reminded him. I wanted to see if he would tell me before I had to do it myself. He shook his head, brushing a hand through my hair.

“You’ll know sooner than you think.” He promised. I shrugged, walking to my closet.

Do I have to do everything on my own?

“Alrighty. What’ll it be this time? Did some crazy guy attack you on the street?” I asked as I reached up to the top shelf. He laughed.

“Some crazy guy always attacks me on the street.” I nod.

“Okay what about accidentally hitting yourself with a car door?” I questioned him, grabbing the First aid kit off the top shelf.

“Y/N,” He laughed. “What are you talking about?” I sigh, playing with the kit in my hand.

“Okay then. Maybe this will jog your memory. What about falling down the stairs at Wayne Enterprises and breaking your arm?” I ask, turning around slowly. The smile on his face falls.

Now he knows that I know.

“Y/N, how did you?” He steps closer to me. “How did you know?” His voice switches to his actual voice, and not the one he uses for Red Robin. I smile softly, continuing to meddle with the kit in my hands.

“I noticed in the car earlier. Your lip has the scar in the same place where you busted it a few months ago. I sort of put the puzzle pieces together after that.” A huge smile appears on his lips.

“So that’s why you said that you were piecing together a mystery. That’s why you asked that question in the park. You had figured out that it was me.” It was his turn to put the pieces together now. I nodded, and his face fell.

“Does that mean you only kissed me to actually tell if I was Red Robin?” He asked. The smile fell off my lips too, and I dropped the kit, walking over to him. I placed my hand on his cheek.

“Can I take this off?” I asked, tapping lightly on the mask. He nodded slowly. Softly, I peeled it off his face, revealing his beautiful blue eyes. The smile returned to my lips.

“Now why would I kiss you and not mean it? At that point, I had already known it was you. I would never kiss just anybody.” I say as I place my lips onto his gently, my hands pressed against his chest. I felt him smile into the kiss.

“I wanted to tell you.” He said once we pulled away. I scoffed.

“Oh I’m sure you did, Mr. “I’ll tell you soon.” I teased. He sighed.

“Believe me, I did! It’s just that you kissed Red Robin not knowing Tim Drake. I wanted you to get to know me so that you’d fall in love with me, not whatever this is.” He gestured to his outfit. I pressed my forehead against his.

“This may sound cheesy, but I’d fall in love with any version of you.” I whispered onto his lips.

He let out an amused sound. “I’m happy that you know now.” He mumbled, his lips rubbing against mine. I pecked them lightly before leading him over to the bed, sitting us down.

“I have so many questions for you.” I informed him, holding his hands in mine, and looking straight into his eyes with excitement.

“Ill answer anything you throw at me.” He squeezed my hands 3 times, and I smirked.

“You’ll be here for a while, then.”

“We’ll call it a date.”

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[effloradox]

LOVER; the series.

a series of soulmate!au drabbles based on the album Lover by Taylor Swift

status: in progress (4/18 written)

TRACKLIST.

ONE. i forgot that you existed (dracula) 3.4k

↳ You share dreams of past lives with your soulmate

: ̗̀➛ i forgot that you existed, and i thought that it would kill me

TWO. cruel summer (aemond targaryen)

↳ You can see the world through your soulmate’s eyes occasionally

: ̗̀➛ i’m always waiting for you to be waiting below, devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

THREE. lover (tony stonem) 5.0k

↳ The red string of fate leads you to your soulmate

: ̗̀➛ have i known you twenty seconds, or twenty years?

FOUR. the man (steve harrington)

↳ You have an animal that shares the same personality / disposition as your soulmate

: ̗̀➛ every conquest i had made would make me more of a boss to you, i’d be a fearless leader, i’d be an alpha type

FIVE. the archer (dream of the endless)

↳ You can see your soulmate in reflections

: ̗̀➛ i cut off my nose just to spite my face, then i hate my reflection for years and years

SIX. i think he knows (eddie munson)

↳ You can share and hear your soulmate’s thoughts

: ̗̀➛ i want you, bless my soul, and i ain’t gotta tell him, i think he knows

SEVEN. miss americana and the heartbreak prince (jason ‘jd’ dean)

↳ You have a compass that leads to your soulmate

: ̗̀➛ i counted days, i counted miles, to see you there, it’s been a long time coming

EIGHT. paper rings

↳ You have a timer that counts down to your first meeting with your soulmate

: ̗̀➛ kiss me once ‘cause you know i had a long night, kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright, three times ‘cause i waited my whole life

NINE. cornelia street (robert renfield) 3.2k

↳ Your soulmate’s first words are tattooed on your wrist

: ̗̀➛ sacred new beginnings that became my religion

TEN. death by a thousand cuts

↳ You have a matching tattoo / mark with your soulmate

: ̗̀➛ our songs, our films, united we stand

ELEVEN. london boy

↳ You think with your soulmate’s voice until you meet them

: ̗̀➛ but somethin’ happened, i heard him laughin’

TWELVE. soon you’ll get better

↳ You develop the same injuries as your soulmate

: ̗̀➛ what am i supposed to do, if there’s no you?

THIRTEEN. false god

↳ You know they’re your soulmate when you first touch them

: ̗̀➛ i know heaven’s a thing, i go there when you touch me honey

FOURTEEN. you need to calm down (billy loomis) 2.6k

↳ Your soulmate cannot physically harm you

: ̗̀➛ stressin’ and obsessin’ ’bout somebody else is no fun, and snakes and stones never broke my bones

FIFTEEN. afterglow (wednesday addams)

↳ You can feel your soulmate’s emotions

: ̗̀➛ it’s so excruciating to see you low, just wanna lift you up and not let you go

SIXTEEN. me! (peter parker) 2.4k

↳ The world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate

: ̗̀➛ but one of these things is not like the others, like a rainbow with all of the colors

SEVENTEEN. it’s nice to have a friend

↳ When you first see your soulmate, you just know it’s them

: ̗̀➛ something gave you the nerve to touch my hand, it’s nice to have a friend

EIGHTEEN. daylight (robin buckley)

↳ You can’t lie to your soulmate

: ̗̀➛ i’ll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

#having a blast with this one ngl #will be posting them somewhat infrequently but a bunch are already done and are ready to go :) #masterlist #lover #my writing #renfield x reader

[stevespookington]

Steve took up working with stained glass as a protest.

Those stupid windows haunt his dreams. The light that had shined through them reflecting through his nightmares, if they had only turned back…

But Steve can remember the windows in his grandmas house, how he loved to curl up on the rug in front of those lilac blooms, dozing in the warmth. He knows that the colored panes don’t have to make him feel like this. He just needs to fight back.

So he does.

He signs up for a class, he gets cuts and scratches and burns. But he works and he learns.

He finishes his first project, a robin, and hangs it in his window at his new place with Robin. She leans her head against his shoulder and smiles when she sees it.

He keeps working.

He finishes his next project, a lopsided d20, and he bites back a sob.

He hangs that one in the window too.

He keeps going.

He keeps crafting until their living room is awash in colors, a moving rainbow of shadows and flashes of light.

Steve’s love for his friends, his heart, shows through every piece. From the dice to the trumpets to the birds to the guitar and bats. He fills his home with love, crafted by his own hand.

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things ficlet #found this in my drafts #i had forgotten about it #but here we go #ori writes