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Be Kind, Rewind: Eddie Munson x Reader

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A/N: Hey, everybody! I've decided to start posting my Eddie Munson one-shots on here. This one is the first ever story I wrote, both for Eddie and fanfiction in general. It's been edited a couple of times, and may still be a bit rough compared to my current work. But I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Description: You work with Steve and Eddie in the video store while Robin is off at summer camp. You like Eddie a lot, but you've never pursued him out of fear. Lucky for you, he has other plans...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Smut, swearing, female reader, drug use, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, choking, praise/degradation

Word Count: 4k

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Be Kind, Rewind

"Alright, for 3 rentals your total is $8.50." You say to the mother struggling to keep her child at bay at the register. He's squirming from her grasp, with a mysterious, sticky substance around his mouth. The woman lets him go in order to reach into her purse. He immediately runs around the corner, headed straight for the candy display. He almost rams directly into it before he's scooped up by your supervisor, Steve Harrington.

"Whoa there, little guy! Looks like you've had enough sugar today. Let's get you back to your mother." Steve walks over and plops the child down. He almost makes yet another run for it, but the transaction is through and the woman wraps her arm around her son to keep him close.

"Thank you, young man! He has just been a terror today. His father dropped him off this morning after letting him go ballistic on a Hershey bar."

"No problem at all, ma'am, have a good day!" Steve replies. And with that, the mother and son walk out the door.

"I see why you get labeled by your friends as 'the babysitter'. You're really good with kids. You'll be a great dad someday, I'm sure." You say with a semi-sarcastic tone. He fixes you with a glare.

"Yeah, whatever. Stop slacking and take these returns in the back to rewind. Eddie is no help, he's probably lighting up in there right now."

"Yes sir!" You salute, which earns you a middle finger from Steve. "I'll whip that freak into shape for you too. Fuck knows I hate pulling more than my fair share of the weight." But that isn't exactly true. You’ve always had a thing for Eddie, ever since you were in school with him. You had talked a few times over the years, but soon enough you were swept up in your own interests. He was running the Hellfire Club, and you were too focused on your studies to have any free time for fun. You found yourself staring at him at lunch though, and he'd always looked right back with a smirk on his handsome face. But you never did anything more. It seemed like you both were worlds apart, even though it was just the opposite end of the cafeteria. But in this job you were lucky enough to get, you are in close proximity to Eddie almost every day.

You still stare sometimes, and you are far from subtle. Neither of you go any further than looks or the occasional teasing remark or small conversation. You wish you had the courage to make a move, but despite his perceived interest in you, you’re afraid he’ll reject you if he knows your true feelings. Sure, he plays around and makes somewhat off-color remarks. But those don’t mean anything, right? Eddie does that with everybody. You're not special to him, right? You spend far too much time trying to convince yourself he doesn't mean anything by what he says around you, thinking it would be crazy for him to like you that way, or at all. It's just a game for him, you always tell yourself. It has to be. You sigh, trying to shake these thoughts away and focus on your task.

You grab the stack of returns, and walk from behind the counter to the back room. Before you open the door marked 'Employees Only', you notice the smell of weed and even see smoke peeking out the bottom of the door. You sigh, rolling your eyes at Eddie's usual antics and pushing the door open, struggling to keep hold on the videotapes. As you walk inside, you ram right into Eddie's chest, causing the tapes to crash onto the floor. "Shit." You mutter, and scramble to pick them back up.

"Oh, shit. Sorry Y/N. Lemme help." Eddie kneels down to gather some tapes. He also picks up the blunt he dropped in your collision, quickly putting it out and into his pocket.

"It's the least you can do, Munson. You know, it wouldn't kill you to do some actual work for once. But I see you have more important things to do." You're not really angry, you're more embarrassed for looking clumsy in front of him. You stand, putting yourself above him.

"Yeah, yeah, save it. I hear enough of that from Harrington already. I know you're not that much of a stickler for rules anyways. You sure do like to pretend though." He looks at you from the floor, reaching up to give you the last tape. A devilish smirk plays on his lips. He really enjoys teasing you, pushing your buttons. It's like he gets off on seeing your face scrunch in quick protest.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Once again, your face goes into that grumpy scrunch he finds so adorable. You cross your arms, acting annoyed.

"It means, Y/N, that you act like the perfect citizen. Good grades, never late, hardworking, blah blah blah." He stands now. Putting that final tape on the table next to the rewinding machine. "But we both know about the looks you liked to steal in the cafeteria at lunch. Those same looks you still like to take now. You are no innocent girl, Y/N."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You lie, cheeks turning bright red. He takes note of your reaction, and presses further. He steps closer to you slowly with each word, eyes staring into yours, until his mouth is just centimeters away.

"Oh, come on, princess." You shiver at the nickname, which he also takes note of. "It's not polite to lie. I get it, you've lived a sheltered life. You feel like you can't waste any time on an asshole like me. Too many reasons not to. You have a bright future waiting for you, right?" He moves his head past yours to speak right into your ear, his hair brushing against your cheek. You freeze, how close he is to you sets your skin aflame. He then speaks quietly, "You wanna know what I think, darling? I think you don't like being a goody-goody at all. I think you're just waiting. Waiting for the right reason to come along for you to break all the rules." He pulls back to look in your eyes, still smirking.

You just stare back in shock, but you're also extremely turned on. You've always wanted to pursue something with Eddie. But he’s right. You don't have time. At least, you think you don't. After the summer, you’re off to college, the first in your family to make it out of this town. But what about before that? The summer has just begun, surely you've earned some fun after years of pounding knowledge into your brain. You’ve earned this, deserve it, even. And Eddie seems more than willing to give it to you.

"You're right." You say simply. His grin somehow gets even wider. You contemplate what to say next, not wanting to give in to him so easily. You're smarter than that. You keep your expression stern, playing a game."You are an asshole." His face falls, and it hurts to see him look like that. You immediately regret that decision.

"Sorry." He turns away from you, grabbing a tape to rewind in the machine. "I guess I read you all wrong. I won't do that again." His tone is soft, sad. He's disappointed, and it's now that you realize he truly likes you. You never really thought about it that way, he always comes off so smug. You just wanted to toy with him the way he seems to do so with you. You have to fix this and fast, otherwise you've blown your chance.

"Oh jesus fucking christ, Eddie! If I would've known you liked me back like that, I wouldn't have said that. I was just messing around, teasing you back. You just act so damn smug all the time, I didn't want to give you the satisfaction so easily." You walk to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tenses for a moment, and then relaxes, sighing. He turns to you again, a smaller smile this time.

"You sneaky little shit. I ought to punish you for that." His hand comes up to hold yours. His ringed fingers rub gently over yours, the cool metal making you shiver again. He chuckles at your reaction.

"So do it then." You look into his eyes, you're the one smirking now. He just stares at you a moment, seemingly genuinely shocked to hear you say something like that. Then he once again starts grinning like an idiot.

"As you wish, princess." He says as he pulls you into him, smashing his lips onto yours. You kiss him back, biting his lip after a moment. He grunts slightly, letting you slip your tongue in his mouth. He guides you backwards until you're against the wall. His lips move to your neck. He licks a long stripe from your collar bone to below your jaw, making you moan. In response, he starts sucking and biting your neck, being spurred on further by any whimpers or whines you let out.

"Oh, Eddie." You moan out, causing him to stop a moment to look at you.

"I like when you say my name, darling." He resumes his work on your neck, on the other side this time. He also brings his hands up to grab your breasts. You are loving this, but you want more.

You push him away for a moment, and he looks at you, confused. "I just want to take this off." You say as you start to lift your top over your head. Eddie assists you, and strips himself of his own. You take a moment to look at his toned chest, his tattoos, and it makes you melt.

"Like what you see, princess?" You blush as he's caught you staring again. You snap out of your trance and pull him back to you, lips colliding again. You run your hands along his arms, up and down his chest. In turn he grabs your breasts again, massaging them gently. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. He breaks away to lean down to your breasts. He kisses them sloppily and takes one of your nipples in his mouth.

"Eddie!" You gasp, your hands going into his hair. He nips on your sensitive bud, making you whine, and then he moves onto the other one. Your hands travel down to his jeans, you can feel how hard he is for you. You palm him through the material, and his breath hitches slightly.

"Eager, are we?" He asks, slightly muffled against your chest. He lifts his head up, eyes meeting yours again. He takes a moment to look deep into them. He brings his right hand gently to your face, the thumb brushing across your cheek. His gaze makes you feel so exposed, nevermind the fact that you’re completely topless. This moment seems to last hours, but you could also stay like this forever. "I've always liked you, you know." He says finally.

"I can see that." You say jokingly, Eddie rolls his eyes. "I've always liked you, too. I wish we would've done this so much sooner." You look down, feeling even more exposed somehow. He lifts your chin to regain eye contact.

"Hey now, darling. Don't hide that pretty face from me. And technically speaking, we haven't started much of anything yet." His smile is light and kind this time. "And we don't have to rush into anything if you don't want to." He tries to search your face for an answer, as your mouth is stuck in place. "I'm gonna need you to use your words, Y/N. What do you want?"

You can't help but struggle to get the words out. "I want you, Eddie. All of you. Please?" You don't mean for that last part to sound so desperate, you know it just feeds his ego. But you can't help it. You've tasted Eddie and you want more.

"Then all of me you will get, dollface." He kisses you again, softer this time, slower. He moves you again, to the counter next to the rewinding machine, lifting you onto it. His tongue roams down your jaw, neck, chest, his body lowering with it. He's on his knees now,  his hands making quick work of unbuttoning your jeans. You lift yourself slightly so he can pull them down, along with your panties. "Well damn, princess. So wet for me already?" He gazes with wonder at your glistening pussy. You blush a bit at his words, almost reaching your hands up to hide your face. Eddie stops you, holding your wrists. "Don't try to hide from me, darling. Be a good girl for me." You felt yourself become wetter from his words, good girl. "You like when I call you that?" He looks up at you for confirmation.

"Yes, Eddie." You say, your voice is a little shaky.

"I'll keep that in mind." With that, he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Oh, fuck, Eddie!" You cry out. Your hips buck slightly, but Eddie holds them down.

"I love hearing those beautiful noises from you, baby. But I don't think either of us want to get caught fucking on the job by Harrington, do we? Just try to stay quiet for me, okay?" You nod in agreement, biting your index finger to suppress your moans as Eddie resumes his work on your dripping cunt. He licks your entrance, occasionally inserting his tongue, moaning at how sweet you taste. You've had this done to you before, but that’s nothing compared to Eddie. He starts sucking on your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. His middle finger going inside you, pumping in and out at an agonizing pace. You moan and whine for him, and he's eating up every moment of it. He moans against your clit, the vibrations pushing you closer and closer. You're seeing stars when he puts in a second finger, curving and pumping them in and out expertly.

"Oh fuck, oh, Eddie!" You feel the knot inside you snap, and you release onto his face and fingers. You do your best to hold the scream back, your hand clasped tightly over your mouth. Your hips buck violently and your legs shake as you ride out your high. Eddie slides his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips as he stands up. You watch as he shoves them fully into his mouth, sucking them clean. He keeps his eyes on yours the whole time, and you can't help but feel soaking wet for him again.

"Mmm, you taste delicious, Y/N. And you were such a good girl for me." He says as his fingers leave his mouth with a pop. He kisses you once again, and you taste yourself on his bruised lips. You take this as your signal to stroke Eddie's cock through his pants to give him a turn. He groans slightly, moving to your neck to suck harshly on your flesh. You’re sure to have marks before he’s done with you. You start fiddling with his belt, and he stops. He moves your hands and helps you out, undoing the belt and zipper clumsily. He pulls his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free, hitting his stomach. Out of instinct, you slide off the counter and onto your knees. You grab the base of him, and take his head into your mouth. He groans again, and it’s quickly becoming your favorite sound.

"Mmm." You moan as you swirl your tongue around the head, your hand stroking the rest of him. You take him as deep as you can, surprising yourself when you fit him all the way in. He mutters curses under his breath as you bob your head on him, licking swirls around his length the whole time.

"Fuck, Y/N" He rasps. "Such a good girl for me." His praises make you more and more wet every time he utters them. You could hear them a million times, and be left wanting to hear them a million more. You can feel his balls tightening, he's so close to cumming. "Y/N, sweetheart. Stop or I'll cum." He says quietly. You remove yourself from him, standing up again. "You are a goddess at that, baby. But I have a feeling we'll both enjoy something else even more." He lifts you back onto the counter, slowly rubbing his cock against your clit and folds. You both moan quietly at this action, and he lays you down while kissing you. He pulls away, preparing to position himself. "Are you ready, darling?" He asks, seeming genuinely nervous about your answer. He truly wants to please you, but only if you let him.

"Yes, Eddie. Please, just fuck me already." Again, you sound so desperate, which you are. But you can't help but love the smirk he gives you in response.

"Anything for you, princess." And with that, he pushes into you, causing you both to groan at the sensation. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, trying to keep himself together, despite how perfect you feel around his dick. You kiss him passionately to signal him to start moving. And when he does, he starts real slow. Carefully pumping in and out of you, teasing almost. He's in no rush, he just wants you to feel comfortable.

"As amazing as you feel right now, Eddie, I need you to go faster." You look in his eyes, practically begging him to make you unable to walk for a week.

"Your wish is my command, Y/N." He begins to snap his hips, plunging into you at a punishing pace. He hits your g-spot easily and expertly. You moan his name over and over, feeling the knot rapidly forming again. He moans too, your name and the phrase 'good girl' falling from his lips. "Is it okay if I try something?" He asks while thrusting at almost inhuman speed.

"Yes, Eddie. Do whatever you want to me. I want it all." You beg, and he brings his ringed hand to your throat. He wraps around it gently, squeezing ever so slightly, gauging your reaction. You moan loudly in response, looking at him with lust and hunger in your eyes. He smiles at you, loving how willingly you submit to him. He loosens his grip on you, moving to stroke your breasts instead. You stop him, bringing his hand back up to your throat. "More, please. It's so fucking hot." You say to him, almost whining for him to continue choking you.

"I knew you were a kinky little freak, princess. I fuckin’ love it." He puts pressure on your throat again, making you feel lightheaded. The knot is threatening to snap any second now. You can tell he’s close, too.

"I'm so close, Eddie. Fuck me harder." You can't believe the things coming out of your mouth, begging him to have any way with you he desired.

"I’m right there with you, sweetheart. I'll give you anything you want. You're such a good girl. Cum for me." He says with a groan, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Despite this, he tries to keep up the pace to bring you down with him. 

“Oh, fuck! Eddie!” You scream as your orgasm rips through you, the world around you exploding. Your walls clamp down onto him, and your thighs tremble outside of your control. 

“Shit.” Eddie grunts when his own high overtakes him. His load spills into you, his hips bucking wildly against you in his final thrusts. He collapses onto you a moment later, panting heavily. You both lie here for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Eddie plants some grateful kisses on your throat as you come down from your highs. When he finally pulls out of you, he looks down to see your mixed release oozing from your cunt. “Jesus christ.” He mutters, his softened cock twitching at the sight. He’s unable to resist the temptation, and kneels down to clean you up with his tongue.

"Fuck!" You're still sparking from your last orgasm, and his cleanup efforts swiftly cause you to cum yet again, screaming his name and tangling your hands in his hair. The stars subside and Eddie stands upright to kiss your lips.

"You're such a good girl for me, darling. Let's get you dressed before Harrington busts us in here." He helps you to your feet, but you stumble as your legs feel like jelly. "Take it easy. I'll help you." He gathers your clothing and gently helps you put everything back on. Only then does he start dressing himself again. You almost whine at the loss of looking at his naked body, but you keep the lust at bay for now.

"So, what does this mean, Eddie?" You feel stupid for asking, this could just be a one-time thing for him. Another notch in the bedpost for the famous Eddie Munson. You pick at your fingers, looking down at the floor.

"What do you want it to mean?" He lifts your chin with his finger, wanting you to meet his eyes.

"Well, I'd like to do this more often with you. And maybe more...if you want." You feel so naked and vulnerable again, even though you're now fully clothed.

"What? Like a date? You wanna be my girlfriend?" He asks, his hand moving to your cheek again. You can't help but feel like he thinks it's a joke. He's hard to read when he smirks like that all the time.

"Yes. If you want to." You reply, trembling slightly. You can’t help being so nervous. Maybe this was all a mistake. He just said things you wanted to hear to get in your pants, and now he's toying with you again. He uses his hands to try to calm you down, rubbing your shoulders gently. He looks into your eyes with sincere care and affection, making your heart melt.

"You need to stop overthinking in there." He taps on your temple with his finger. He smiles calmly. "Of course we can do that. I'd love that more than anything." You smile at his words, throwing your arms around him. Your lips meet again, soft and tender. You can't believe it, you just fucked the baddest guy in town and you get to be his girlfriend. You feel like the luckiest girl in the world, and Eddie feels like he won the lottery. You keep kissing for a while, not wanting to stop living in this moment.

"Alright, guys. I don't know how much pot you've smoked, but if all those tapes aren't rewound by now I'm gonna-" Steve barges in the door, and his jaw drops at the sight of you kissing and groping each other. "Oh, for fuck's sake, you guys! I mean, I saw you two hooking up coming from a mile away. Shit, a blind man could do that. But why must it be here? Where I have to see you?” Steve scolds, continuing on his rant. “And goddammit, it reeks of sex in here! I'll need to get more air freshener. Not like I don't use enough covering Eddie's weed smell. Congrats on being cute and disgusting at the same time. Dammit! Do I need to babysit you, too? Just get yourselves together and get those tapes rewound!" He storms out, but you can still hear him muttering things to himself on the other side of the door.

You and Eddie look at each other, mouths open in shock. And then you burst out laughing, Eddie falling to the floor in a fit of cackling. And all you can think is that this is going to be the best summer of your life.

The end.

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Straw Hat Pirates Halloween/Autumn Headcanons!

Tags: SFW, GN! reader, can be read as platonic or romantic (minus Chopper’s part, which is purely platonic), literally just what the title says.

Warnings: None!

A/N: Happy Halloween! I think I wrote a lot more for Franky and Robin than I did for anyone else, but please enjoy my silly little headcanons. <3

Luffy

This boy loves everything about Halloween. It’s easily his favorite time of the year.

Him, Sabo, and Ace would work on their costumes for days on end, using whatever they could scavenge up in Grey Terminal, Dadan’s shack, and random shit they found in the woods.

Absolutely went as Shanks at least once.

Makino would always insist on making costumes for the three of them, but would always get turned down. This was something the brothers bonded (and competed) over and they wanted to do it without help.

If she finds their costumes, though, she will do her best to touch up their shoddy stitching while they were away.

Luffy, Ace, and Sabo have definitely tried to trick-or-treat in High Town to get the best candy. It’s the perfect time to sneak in- no one would question a couple of little kids running around in masks and shitty costumes, right? It’s just part of the spooky Halloween aesthetic, isn’t it?

Yeah, they stood out like sore thumbs among all the store-bought, clean, not-spooky costumes.

Luffy still makes his own costumes every year, and he has the weirdest and most poorly-made costumes you’ve ever seen. He puts in a ton of effort, though. Every costume is made with his own blood, sweat, and tears, and he takes a lot of pride in them.

“What are you supposed to be, Luffy?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

It isn’t. He’s supposed to be a vampire, but looks more like a starved, mangy gorilla.

He throws a mandatory costume party on the Thousand Sunny every Halloween. There is no getting out of it. If you try to get out of it, Luffy will whine your ears off until you agree and then drag you back to his room so you can help him with his costume.

He still sucks at sewing.

Help him make his costume and he will love you forever. He’ll try to help you with your costume in return, of course.

If you bought a costume, he’ll try to “upgrade” it. How he thought werewolf fur would be an upgrade to what was supposed to be an angel costume, you had no idea. It’s the thought that counts, I guess.

He also eats all the candy and sweets Sanji prepares. Sanji has to prepare extra batches in secret just so you and the rest of the crew can eat.

Knocks himself out pretty quickly, though. He parties hard and crashes even harder after all that sugar. Will fall asleep on you and get clingy.

I feel like his favorite Halloween treat would be caramel apples, especially if Sanji goes the extra mile to make them Halloween-themed. A caramel apple that looks like meat on the bone, completed with some “scary” blood (red food dye), is something he will go insane for.

Zoro

Zoro also loves Halloween, but for all the wrong reasons.

Any holiday used as an excuse to drink sake, and Halloween is no exception. This man gets absolutely plastered during Luffy’s party.

You will have to pry the bottle of sake out of his cold, dead hands after his liver fails.

Chopper is so concerned. Please babysit Zoro so he doesn’t actually die.

This mf cannot be trusted around kids during Halloween. If the Sunny is docked at some random island, he’ll find a way to sneak off (probably intending to buy more sake) and end up terrorizing the trick-or-treaters. Will scare the shit out of them and laugh.

Will scare the shit out of you and laugh.

No one is safe, except for Chopper (unless he’s really drunk).

Tells super shitty scary stories.

For the love of god, don’t let Zoro leave the ship. You will not be able to find him for the rest of the night. Don’t let him go alone, at least.

If you go with him, good luck.

If there’s some sort of haunted house close by, you guys will end up going in there.

Huge plus if you scare easily. He feels strong and dependable when you cling onto him. And he’ll poke fun at you for getting startled by the jump scares.

If you don’t scare easily, then you can both make fun of the shitty jump scares.

Zoro puts in no effort when it comes to his costume. Either buys a really shitty mask from the store or goes crazy with the fake blood. Sometimes both.

Always incorporates his swords into his costumes, too.

“What are you, Zoro?”

“A zombie swordsman.”

“All you did was put fake blood on your old clothes, though.”

“And?”

Compare him to a used menstrual product and he’ll kill you. Possibly already got into a fight with Sanji over that.

He’s probably one of the last people awake, even if he is extremely drunk. You’ll have to drag him to bed while he mutters nonsense.

His hangover the next day is horrible. He will not be able to do anything. Either tries to sleep it off or complains about it endlessly. He wants you to stay with him in both circumstances.

Zoro isn’t a big fan of sweets, so I don’t think he has a favorite Halloween treat.

Nami

Nami loves all things autumn, Halloween included! Just not the scary shit.

Hay rides, corn mazes, pumpkin patches, apple orchards, fall festivals- she loves it all (except for carving pumpkins because they smell like ass). If she gets the chance to go to any of those, she will take it and drag you along with her.

Will also drag you along with her when she goes shopping. Although that activity isn’t a fall-exclusive one, she still loves it. Will try to get you to buy a matching outfit.

Also makes Sanji get pumpkin spice as soon as it starts being sold again. In a modern AU, she would get that Starbucks pumpkin spice shit all the time.

She loves baking. Bakes an excessive amount of pies and cookies and pumpkin breads (just another reason for Luffy to love autumn).

Bellemere absolutely went all out during Halloween/autumn for Nami and Nojiko (to the best of her ability), so October is a super nostalgic and a slightly melancholy time for her. Especially since she couldn’t celebrate for a long time because of Arlong.

She wants to spend as much time with you and the rest of the crew as she can and go all out with decorations. Will absolutely talk about old memories of hers if you give her the chance.

But onto the actual Halloween headcanons.

Nami would take you to go costume shopping with her, but would buy it behind your back and keep her costume a secret up until the night of Luffy’s party. Her and Usopp would try to do a group costume theme, likely dragging you and Chopper into it while they’re at it.

Either works perfectly or everyone’s theme ideas are too different, so you scrap the plan.

You know that one quote from Mean Girls?

“In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it."

This 100% applies to Nami. She will pull out the sluttiest costume you’ve ever seen.

Like… you’ve seen lingerie that covers more skin.

“Is this supposed to be your costume..?”

“Obviously. I’m a cat- didn’t you see the ears?”

She’s just wearing lingerie with a cat ear headband.

Loves Luffy’s mandatory costume party. She’s the one that decorates for it, helps Sanji with the food, and plans out all the activities. She wants everyone to have as much fun as possible, so there are lots of party games and themed sweets.

Will get into a drinking competition with Zoro if you and the crew place bets on them. She’d do it for some extra cash.

Will get fucked up and you’ll have to send her to bed early, but she’ll have no regrets (if she won). All smiles and happy that she got to spend the night with the people she loves.

I feel like her favorite Halloween treat would be fruit flavored gummies, but her favorite fall treat would be peach and berry cobbler. She also hates candy corn.

Usopp

Similar to Nami, Usopp loves autumn and all the festivities that come with it, but he lowkey hates Halloween.

Like, he enjoys the pumpkin carvings and the costume making, but he hates all the scary stuff that comes with a holiday like Halloween. Haunted houses? Spooky decor? Monsters? No thank you. He could barely handle Brook.

A victim of Zoro’s scares. </3

Will get upset with you if you purposefully scare him or set him up to be scared. Be nice to him please.

Swamps himself with personal projects for October. You’re always invited to hang out with him in his workshop as he distracts himself with his creations (and hides from Zoro).

Make sure you drag him out every now and then to do non-spooky activities. I suggest a petting zoo or some sort of farm. Maybe a nice hike to take in the beautiful scenery.

Absolutely loves bonfires and making s’mores. Just don’t tell any scary stories, okay? His heart can’t handle that.

He also loves autumn candles, cinnamon brooms, and scented pinecones. Him and his workshop smell so goddamn good.

This man is the king of carving/painting pumpkins. He makes the coolest designs every year and he has a lot of pride in that. He wins any competition having to do with aesthetics. He always harvests the seeds for Sanji to roast.

He makes the autumn decorations for Nami. Wreathes, cute scarecrows, little paper leaves to string up around the Sunny- that kind of stuff.

Also this man totally crochets and knits shit for you and everyone else on the crew. Expect a sweater when it starts getting cold.

Him and Robin work together to make Chopper’s costume. With the two of them collaborating, they make literal art for the reindeer. Will make you a costume if you ask.

Obviously makes his own costume. He’ll go as less scary versions of classic monsters or heroes from whatever comic books he finds in the New World. Asks for your input when he hits mental roadblocks.

“Hey (Name), do you think my costume would look better if I added this to it?”

Shows up fashionably late to Luffy’s party. Which is completely intentional and not because he started questioning some of his design choices for his costume and had to make some last minute changes.

Spends a lot of the night eating and dancing.

Is super proud of himself when he wins a game and gets smug about it.

He knocks himself out pretty early, but not as early as Chopper. Wakes up glad that Halloween is finally over and still feels some residual pride after winning.

Usopp’s favorite Halloween treats are pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. He’s festive like that. Keeps a jar of them in his workshop so he can snack while he works.

Sanji

Sanji did not give a shit about Halloween for the longest time. He couldn’t really celebrate it with his family (“you’re above that”) or on the Baratie, so Halloween was just another day for him.

That is, until he found out about slutty costumes.

Now he goes crazy for Halloween every year.

Other than that, he doesn’t really have any interest in the holiday.

He is, however, very interested in the farmers markets that always pop up at this time.

He’ll invite you to go with him and help him pick out the best seasonal ingredients.

Corn, apples, potatoes, squashes, sweet potatoes, eggplants. Also snags some spices so he can make a pumpkin spice blend for Nami.

Like this mf gets everything. You struggle to keep up with him as he explains what dishes he’s going to make with all the produce.

Would also go apple/berry picking with you. He finds the ripest, sweetest fruits ever.

Him and Nami exchange new dessert recipes all the time.

The kitchen has seasonal decorations, but nothing flammable and nothing close to the stove/oven. (Luffy tried to hang one of Usopp’s wreaths above the stove and almost caused a fire.)

Doesn’t really give a shit about his own costume, but he always looks really good in whatever he picks.

He goes for simple costumes that don’t heavily alter his appearance. Think butlers, vampires, devils, cowboys, etc.

He does buy a ton of accessories for his costumes, though.

“Do you really need this for your costume?”

Yes he does.

Spends all day working on the food for Luffy’s party, with the help of Nami and you. Super spent at the end of it, but very proud and happy.

Makes the food Halloween themed and tries to give it some nutritional value.

He also makes actual food and snacks and not just desserts/candies.

Sanji definitely wasn’t the biggest fan of the Halloween party at first, but it very quickly grew on him (totally not because of the sexy costumes).

Absolutely shits on Zoro for the insane amount of fake blood he uses on his costume. Zoro shits on him for picking a boring costume.

He has a ton of fun at the party though.

Doesn’t get as wasted as Zoro, but does drink.

Drunk Sanji is super funny tbh. Cracks some really funny jokes and manages to tell some really good stories.

Is complete ass at some of the games, but he doesn’t care. He can have fun without winning.

Another person who goes to sleep kinda early.

Sanji’s favorite Halloween treat would be chocolate covered pretzels, maybe peanut brittle. He loves the combination of salty and sweet. I also feel like he would enjoy black licorice.

Chopper

Chopper had never heard of Halloween. Well, he’s heard of it, but never really knew what it was.

Whenever he and Dr. Kureha traveled around Drum to help people in October, it was all the children talked about.

Dr. Kureha would always brush him off when he asked about it, saying that it wasn’t anything he should preoccupy himself with (she didn’t want him to get hurt again).

But once that he’s with the Straw Hats and they explain the concept to him? He goes fucking crazy for it now.

Not for the horror aspect of it, but he adores the costumes and the trick-or-treating.

This mf also goes crazy for fall festivals.

When you finally stop at an island that has a fall festival, Chopper practically drags you off the Sunny to go.

Agua frescas, funnel cakes, donuts, cookies, fried chocolate bars, huge ice cream cones, cotton candy, milkshakes, etc. He loves all the shit that you can eat/drink there as long as it’s sweet.

Ends up getting a bad stomach ache though.

Gets kinda frustrated and sad when he struggles to win any prizes.

You have to explain to him that the games at the festival aren’t meant for you to win and he gets mad at the people running the games for scamming.

You finally win (or steal) a massive stuffed animal for him and he loves it. He shows it off to everyone when you finally get back to the Sunny.

He is in awe of the color of the leaves. They’re just so pretty and he’s never seen anything like it.

He likes stepping on the super crunchy ones.

That gives you the idea to make a massive pile of leaves for him to play in.

He loves it. Makes leaf-angels, throws leaves everywhere, buries himself.

He invites you to play with him and you both have a blast.

He never has to worry about his costume, since Robin and Usopp always make it for him.

His costumes are always adorable, even if he’s supposed to be a monster or something spooky.

“Your costume is so cute, Chopper! Are you a bat?”

“It’s supposed to be scary!”

Him and Luffy party so hard on Halloween night.

Eats almost as much candy as Luffy and passes out in a similar way.

Dances with you and plays as many games as he can before the sugar crash takes him out.

You have to carry him back to his bed before he falls asleep on the floor. He has a smile on his face and thanks you for making everything extra fun.

Chopper’s favorite Halloween candy would be candy corn and those pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies.

Robin

As a kid, Robin used to love Halloween and go all out for it.

All the archeologists would decorate the library inside the Tree of Knowledge with things like fake spider webs, paper ghosts, and small pumpkins to make it fun for Robin.

She always had the cutest costumes. She would dress up as her favorite book characters or archeologists she looked up to.

She wanted to stay inside and continue studying, but the professors managed to convince her to go outside and be a kid.

Would share her candy with Professor Clover and everyone else and end up passing out at the library.

She has not celebrated Halloween once since the fall of Ohara.

Not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t. She either couldn’t go out without fear of being recognized or whoever she was working under at the time wouldn’t let her.

Fast forward and she’s with you and the Straw Hats. She’s finally able to celebrate it again and she is lowkey excited.

Reads scary stories and gothic novels all October to get herself into the spooky mood.

She’ll invite you to sit next to her by the campfire as she tells everyone the most horrific scary story you have ever heard. Usopp dies inside.

Her morbid sense of humor really comes out at this time of the year, which is occasionally directed towards Brook.

If there’s a haunted house/hay ride, scary maze, escape room, or anything else like that, Robin will going and will be taking you with her.

Chuckles if you get scared and tries to warn you when there’s an upcoming jumpscare (she can see them coming from a mile away).

Out of all of the scary activities, escape rooms are her favorite. The majority of the time she can figure them out easily, but once every blue moon, there’s an escape room that requires more effort than usual.

Always let’s you help out with the puzzles. Escape rooms are really boring if only one person is doing all the work. She wants it to be fun for both of you, not just her.

Bonus points if you both are actively being chased/hunted while in the escape room. The added tension is so exciting for her, even if it isn’t particularly scary.

She would also love petting zoos. Her favorite animals are the goats. They’re just so goofy and she can’t help but love them.

Robin makes her own costumes and they are always beautiful.

Definitely goes for a classic gothic vampire for her first Halloween with you and the Straw Hats.

Goes the extra mile with accessories.

“Wow, Robin, your costume is gorgeous! I love the fake bone jewelry.”

“Thank you, but these are real.”

You can’t tell if she’s serious or if it’s her sense of humor.

In a modern AU, she would try to get you, Franky, and Chopper to all go as the Addams Family. Chopper is Pugsley and you and Franky have to fight over who’s going to be Gomez and Wednesday. Robin serves cunt as Morticia.

She’s always the first one to show up for the Halloween party.

Wins quite a few of the party games that Nami set up, much to Usopp’s chagrin. She lets him win a few to boost his ego.

Takes you to dance with her when Brook plays slower songs, listening to you talk about whatever you’ve been up to leading up to the party.

Drinks a lot of red wine, but doesn’t get plastered like Nami and Zoro. Looks elegant as hell while she’s drinking in her costume.

She’s the last one to go to bed. If you stay up with her, she’ll tell you a little about her past Halloweens and forgotten traditions.

Robin’s favorite Halloween treat is sour gummy worms. She loves sour candies and the fact that they resemble worms makes them perfect for Halloween.

Franky

Franky fucking loves Halloween. Always has, always will. If Halloween has 1,000,000 fans, Franky is one of them. If Halloween has 1,000 fans, Franky is one of them. If Halloween has 1 fan, it’s Franky.

Loved going Trick-or-Treating with Tom, Kokoro, and Iceburg. Halloween was something they all loved and they celebrated it with gusto.

He still competed with Iceburg, though. Who had the better costume? Who got the most candy? Who could finish their work in time to go Trick-or-Treating?

Iceburg usually took that last one.

But the sentiment carried over after Tom’s death and Franky grew up.

The Halloween parties that the Franky Family would throw were insane. Nobody outside of the Family was invited, but tons of people turn up anyway.

Like, Franky knows how to throw a party. Tons of food, booze, and cola were present, along with good company. These guys would go crazy for hours.

No one in Water 7 gets sleep on Halloween because the Family will be blasting music into the early hours of the morning.

He is always so hyped for Luffy’s Halloween party. He will talk your ears off about all his plans for October and the party.

He loves going apple picking. There’s something so very therapeutic about being in the orchard and finding the best apples with you.

He makes his own homemade cider with the apples you both picked, which is pretty damn good.

He’s also a sucker for cookouts. Sanji usually handles all the cooking, but Franky will be on the grill. Don’t argue with him.

It isn’t on par with what Sanji makes, but he puts his heart into those hotdogs and burgers.

Makes a really good steak, too. Once again, not Sanji-levels of good, but the man knows his way around a grill.

Would go into shock if you asked him for a well done steak. Why would you do that to a perfectly good piece of meat?!

Always helps to set up for the bonfires.

Makes the most s’mores. He always sets the marshmallows on fire, though. He claims that charred marshmallows are the best.

You can hear the crispness of the poor mallow as he bites into it. That mf is fossilized.

Builds animatronics for the party and they are the coolest things ever. They look so realistic and scary and they’re amazing.

Modern AU Franky would recreate FNAF as per Luffy’s request. The Bite of ‘87 will happen.

Franky also makes his own costumes.

Well, he makes the accessories. He has to buy the clothing part of it. It’s not that he can’t sew- he can -it’s just that he sucks at making clothes.

He prefers to go as traditional monsters like Frankenstein, werewolves, ghosts, etc.

He also will put on Halloween makeup. Will gladly let you apply it for him if you’re good with makeup.

One of the only times he will put on pants is if he’s wearing a costume. Even then, he tries to think of ways to still achieve the look he’s going for without wearing them.

He loves matching/themed costumes. If you match with him, it’ll make his year. He gets so happy and excited.

“We look super good, (Name)!”

Goes so hard during Luffy’s party. He has been looking forward to it for weeks and he is not afraid to let the world know that.

He drinks a ton of his homemade cider and cracks a bunch of jokes.

Loves everything about the party. He wants to do everything he possibly can.

He’s the first to start dancing and convinces you and your crewmates to get out onto the dance floor with him.

He’s really good at dancing tbh. Dancing with him is a blast.

Gets wiped out after a while and has to sit down and recharge with a cola. There’s a 50/50 chance that he will end up falling asleep before he can get to the cola.

Franky doesn’t really have a favorite Halloween treat, but he loves anything homemade. He destroys all of Nami and Sanji’s baked goods. If you make him something, he will gladly eat it and tell you it was super delicious.

Brook

Brook feels pretty neutral about Halloween. He hasn’t celebrated it since he was a kid and doesn’t have much interest in celebrating it now (unless partying is involved).

His favorite part about this Halloween is that no one bats an eye at him being a skeleton. And that he gets to make 10x more skeleton jokes than usual.

(And the sexy costumes.)

He loves autumn, though! His first autumn outside of the Florian Triangle makes him really emotional.

Gets pretty melancholy when he thinks about how much of his life that he missed, but is very grateful to be alive in that moment.

If you really like Halloween, he will gladly participate in Halloween activities with you.

He’s not a huge fan of haunted houses or corn mazes.

He has gone to haunted houses with you before and he ends up scaring the actors when they realize he’s a real skeleton.

He has to turn down multiple job offers.

He really likes pumpkin patches and fall festivals, though!

They’re so lively and colorful and they make him feel happy to be alive. Especially seeing how excited the other people (and you) are to be there.

Speaking of colorful, he loves going on nature walks and taking in the color of the leaves changing. He’ll collect any leaves that he thinks are especially pretty and show them to you.

Being out in the wild with all the natural beauty inspires him.

He writes multiple songs while he’s out there. The majority of them are rock and roll, but there are some more classical songs mixed in there.

You’re the first one to listen to all his new songs.

He’ll whip out his old fiddle and play hauntingly beautiful music, then switch to his guitar and put on a Soul King performance.

He also loves walking around and looking at all the Halloween decorations with you. Brook loves seeing people be passionate about things, even if it’s something he doesn’t have much interest in.

When it comes to costumes, he usually just buys something related to the dead/undead.

Ghosts, zombies, the Headless Horseman- that kinda stuff.

You could throw a white sheet over him and recreate that one Spongebob Halloween special.

BUT, if he finds a really good silicone mask that looks mostly human, he will wear it for shits and giggles.

“I’m just bones underneath! Yohohohoho!”

Thinks that it’s peak humor.

He always parties hard and Luffy’s Halloween party is no exception.

He’ll bust out the new rock songs he wrote earlier that month and preform them for everyone.

Drinks a lot of booze and gets wasted.

Also gets a lot more vulgar.

But he keeps the mood lighthearted and cracks just as many jokes as Franky.

At some point does stand up comedy when he gets drunk enough.

It’s not bad.

Ends off the night with one final song before heading to bed.

Brook would say that his favorite Halloween treat is candy bones, but it’s really anything with peanut butter.

Jinbe

Jinbe is also really neutral about Halloween. 

It isn’t really celebrated by anyone in the Fishman District, excluding a few young children who were fascinated by human culture.

It is celebrated in Ryugu, though.

When he first returned to Fishman Island, he was asked to participate in some of the Halloween activities.

He gave out either the best or the worst candy and didn’t dress up for it.

He doesn’t know what the point of Halloween is.

Doesn’t really get the appeal of the horror aspect of it, either. Why would you intentionally scare yourself?

He’ll still go with you to haunted houses and listen to you talk about anything horror-related, of course.

He prefers the Trick-or-Treating and costume aspects of the holiday. It’s kinda strange but cute.

Since this is his first time celebrating Halloween with you and the Straw Hats, you have to explain a few of the traditions to him.

In exchange, he shares some of the Fishman Island traditions with you.

Pumpkin carving/painting becomes a favorite activity of his quickly. Not only is it fun, but he likes the idea behind it.

He likes the outdoor activities, like picking out pumpkins at the pumpkin patch and bonfires.

Jinbe tells the best bonfire stories ever. They aren’t scary (that’s Robin’s job), but they are super entertaining and funny.

He sets a few marshmallows on fire, but not intentionally. Eventually he gets the hang of it and roasts golden brown marshmallows every time.

He gives them to you, Chopper, and Luffy since he isn’t the biggest on sweets.

He also likes going to the fall festival with everyone.

He goes on a few of the rides with you, but they aren’t his favorite things in the world. He prefers the games.

He is godly at carnival games. There isn’t a game that he can’t win.

When it comes to costumes, Jinbe doesn’t put much effort into them.

He usually just throws something together with whatever’s in his closet.

Doesn’t overdo it with accessories either.

Tbh he doesn’t know what he’s going for, he’s just throwing shit on that’s vaguely Halloween-esque.

“What are you, Jinbe?”

It’s whatever you think it is. You gotta use your imagination.

He participates in all the party activities, but he spends most of his time drinking with Zoro and talking to you about life.

He will start dancing once Franky gets on the floor. He’s a good dancer tbh.

He participates in a few of the games and activities at your request, but usually sits out.

Wins any card games.

He makes sure everyone is where they’re supposed to be and alive before he goes to his room.

Thanks you for a fun night before he goes to sleep.

Jinbe’s favorite Halloween treat isn’t much of a “treat”- it’s pumpkin soup. He likes how smooth it is and loves the taste of pumpkin.

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laundry day

☆ characters: zoro

☆ up next: angel food ft. sanji

☆ summary: when everyone's clothes get mixed together after a load of laundry you accidentally end up wearing one of zoro's t-shirts. how will he react?

☆ a/n: zoro brainrot zoro brainrot i need him so bad

a/n: he is so perfect n beautiful to me &lt;3

As the impromptu mother of a bunch of reckless pirates, Robin often took it upon herself to do the crew’s laundry.

It was sort of unavoidable, Usopp didn’t know how to separate lights and darks, Luffy would try to push every button on the machine at once, Sanji would only use an insanely strongly scented soap, Zoro didn’t really ever wash anything, Chopper couldn’t reach the top of the machine, and you and Nami always found an excuse to get out of laundry duty.

So naturally, the task fell upon the only remaining mature member of the crew. Though, if she was being completely honest, she didn’t mind.

She was able to find out a lot about the crew from their dirty laundry.

Like how Luffy always stored the food he stole in his left pocket, or how Nami probably learned to sew at a very young age, given how good she was at it.

Chopper occasionally left rumble balls in his hat, and Sanji had personalized suits with a specific tag.

Zoro’s clothes were sweaty, but completely normal… that is, aside from the crinkled wanted poster of you she found once in his pocket. Robin simply placed it on his dresser along with his clean clothes when the laundry was done and never mentioned his little crush again, something the swordsman was more than thankful for.

The crew was nearing the next island, and judging by the climate it would be a spring island. As they got closer they could see a mass of cherry blossom trees covering the island. Chopper was ecstatic. It was a laundry day and thanks to one of Usopp’s failed experiments your shirt was ruined. You ran down to the laundry room to hand Robin your shirt before she finished.

“Robin, that was my last clean shirt,” you pouted, “All the other ones are drying.”

“Hm I see, use one of those shirts,” she hummed, pointing in the direction of a line of dry shirts, “They should be dry.”

You thanked her, putting on the shirt. It had a V cut neckline and was slightly big on you. The low cut neckline suited your chest nicely, and the shirt smelled good. Had you paid any more attention, you would’ve realized it smelled familiar, too.

Robin barely hid a calculated smile as she watched you bound back up the stairs wearing Zoro’s shirt.

The island was beautiful, a pink hue everywhere, from the cherry trees which covered the island.

Luffy had run off with Nami to shop and get food and Sanji had naturally followed right behind. Usopp went the opposite direction with Chopper, who was eager to take pictures of the island and hear Usopp’s stories.

That left three: Robin, Zoro, and yourself.

“I hear there’s quite the beautiful sight if you go straight west, though it’s quite the hike,” Robin suggested as she began to walk after the doctor.

“You’re not coming?” you asked

“No, that’s alright. Good luck!” she said smiling, though it looked like she was talking to Zoro more than you. He huffed and rolled his eyes at her.

She was probably referencing his lack of direction, right?

You led the way, Zoro trailing right behind you. The both of you talked, quite easily. He listened to you, occasionally adding in a comment of his own, though he usually just gave grunts or soft “mm”s as reassurance that he was listening. After a bit he’d started walking right by your side, and your hands would brush every once in a while.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you had a certain fondness for him. Not only did you both have similar ambitions, but your dedication matched. You worked tirelessly to achieve the things you wanted, and you respected his resolve.

And, who were you to lie, he was also incredibly handsome.

More often than you’d confess to, you would catch yourself looking over at him as he trained. The way the sweat glistened on his sculpted body, how strong his arms looked, the unwavering concentration that was evident in his furrowed brow.

And when he was turned away from you? Well, you couldn’t complain at the view of his back either.

At any rate, you ignored any attraction you had. Not only was it impractical but as far as you were concerned, he’d never even indicated so much as a slight interest in anyone. Ever. You weren’t even wholeheartedly sure he liked anything other than swords!

Your thoughts began to trail as you thought of him, his abs and chest, his big hands, his loud and aggressive laugh, his deep voice...

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head as you brought yourself out of your daydream and

looked up.

Uh-oh.

Hadn’t you just passed that tree? And that plant was familiar too.

Having lost yourself in thought you realized too late you’d let Zoro take the lead. And now you were as good as lost.

“Zoro…” you started.

He turned back towards you, “Hm?”

You pointed at the tree and he seemed to get the idea.

You pulled out a map Robin had lent you right before she left and called him over to help you look it over.

He took a seat next to you, holding one end of the map as you held the other. You were good with directions but had no clue how to read a map. You stared intently at it, completely unaware of Zoro’s lingering gaze.

Your face was scrunched up in frustration, nose crinkled, brows creased, and lips drawn to a pout. You turned to look at him, and he whipped his head around, a pink hue creeping up his neck.

Was he looking at me?… you let the thought trail off, not even willing to entertain it. You stayed silent and turned back to the map. Another few minutes passed, the both of you stealing glances at the other when they weren’t looking. You didn’t realize it until it had settled in, but there was tension. Lots.

You were holding your breath, and desperation to break the silence, to say something, crept in.

When you were walking it was so easy to talk to him, what happened in the course of ten minutes to make it so impossible to speak?

The mutual desperation revealed itself as you both finally spoke at the same time.

“Let’s just keep walking!”

“We could just keep...yeah!”

You stared at each other for a second, eyes wide. You blinked away, not wanting to seem imposing or weird, but you could feel his gaze on you. You rolled the map in your hands, fiddling with the corners as you squirmed under the tension.

You turned back towards him, and saw his gaze had traveled… to your chest. His face was completely taken over by a furious blush.

“Z-zoro!”

He snapped back to reality in a split second stuttering out an explanation, “O-oi! That’s my shirt, isn’t it?”

“What?” You looked down at the shirt, finally giving it a good look.

Oh.

You could feel heat rise up past your neck, you were no doubt several shades darker than him right now.

Of course it was his. He was the last one to have given his clothes to Robin so of course they’d have been the ones drying. And had you paid any more attention you would’ve noticed that the familiar smell was his.

“I- My other shirt… Robin said-,” you stuttered, “I just- I just grabbed one and…. sorry.”

“No! No, it’s- it’s fine! It, um… It looks good on you, actually. Better than it does on me,” Zoro murmured, more to himself than to you.

He was going to kill Robin, he was mortified. He could feel how hot his face was, from the tips of his ears to his chest he was flushed pink.

You were quiet, from shock. It looked… good on you?

Was that what he said?

He looked back at you, not sure of what to say.

You looked adorable, he thought, your cheeks were pink and your mouth slightly agape, your eyes were wide.

“It’s gonna smell like you!” he laughed. You still didn’t say anything.

He rushed to clarify, “That’s a good thing! You, um, you smell good! That's weird, sorry…” he let his voice trail off, rubbing his neck as he looked at the floor.

You couldn’t tell which of you was the bigger idiot. You took a deep breath, and let out a laugh.

Music to his flustered ears.

You looked at each other for a second before you spoke. The tension had lifted, and anticipation replaced it.

“Let’s keep walking,” you finally said.

He nodded, offering you a hand as you stood up.

You accepted, taking his hand. It was much larger than yours, and calloused. His skin was rough, but his touch was gentle.

You simply headed in what felt like the right direction and hoped for the best.

This time as you walked, you stayed next to each other.

It took roughly an hour, but as the sun began setting you’d found the place. There was a small clearing at the top of the mountain, and the cherry trees had painted the ground pink.

It was breathtaking.

Over the cliff you could see the infinite expanse of water.

It smelled like the sea, and it was quiet. Only the distant sound of waves crashing on the beach, and faint voices coming from the town filled the air.

Zoro walked to the edge of the cliff, and settled down, leaving his swords behind safely in a bush.

You sat next to him, a generous arm’s length away, not wanting to repeat any more embarrassing slip ups.

But something, be it gravity, fate, attraction, or desire, kept drawing you two closer and closer.

You moved your hand, only slightly, so it could just be seen as a natural movement. But within a second he copied your movement.

It took a while.

Neither of you said anything or looked at the other.

You just looked ahead.

The view was gorgeous.

The sun set over the Grand Line as cherry blossom petals swam in the air around you.

The sea glimmered and a breeze guided your hands, inch by inch, closer to each other.

You could see the Merry in the distance, and the street lamps started to turn on in the town.

You were both so preoccupied in trying to look focused on everything else that when you felt your pinkies touch you drew in a sharp breath.

Zoro wrapped his finger around yours. Turning his entire body to look at you. Your bottom lip trembled.

There was no way this was happening.

The stoic, reserved, and brunt swordsman was touching you ever so gently.

Turning away from the most gorgeous view on the Grand Line to stare at…

You.

“I thought I was supposed to be the nervous wreck,” he chuckled.

“I’m not...nervous,” you lied. You turned to look at him.

He was staring at you with an inexplicable intensity.

“Liar.”

You laughed, and he smiled at you.

“You’re intimidating, you idiot. And… strong,” you said, glancing at his arms.

“I can be gentle too you know…” he said, reaching for your face, tracing your jawline with the back of his hand before placing his thumb under your chin.

You leaned into his touch, releasing a tiny breath as you let your eyes close.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt his other hand reach down to your lower back as he pulled you closer into him.

You could feel hesitancy in his addicting touch, so you trailed a hand up to his chest, lightly placing it on his neck as reassurance.

Electricity flooded his body, he fought back a groan, not wanting to let on how affected he was by a slight touch.

His eyes flicked downward, focusing on your lips. Soft and pink, perfectly round and plump. His tongue snaked out, to wet his bottom lip.

You drew in a breath, leaning in the slightest bit.

His hand left your back to wrap around your waist, and draw you in closer.

He sat you on his lap, letting your thighs fall to either side of him as you faced him.

You could barely breathe, your heart was pounding against your chest.

Zoro’s grip on you tightens, you can see his muscles tighten under his shirt as the tension rebuilds.

Your eyelashes flutter as you look up at him.

You, a delicate temptation he has no urge to resist, are completely at his disposition.

Your lips are a soft invitation in, one that he accepts with a lack of control you didn’t realize was possible for him.

He pressed his lips into yours, swallowing your hesitation and you kissed him back.

He was strong, even now, as he pressed your hips into him.

You mewled at the friction, sending vibrations against his lips.

Zoro groaned into the kiss, snaking his tongue out past his bottom lip and into your mouth.

You tasted sweet, like innocence, the soft sounds he was eliciting from you were gasoline on an open fire.

Your touch drew out desires that he desperately pushed to the back of his mind, not letting eagerness take the reigns.

Zoro’s grip on your waist, his wet tongue in your mouth, and his addicting groans were making you dizzy.

You felt hazy and disoriented, but oh so good.

You finally pulled back, for a much needed deep breath, and laughed.

“Tell me, swordsman, how long have you been thinking of doing that?”

“Too long,” he said, placing kisses up and down your neck and against your exposed chest.

You looked too good in his shirt, the loose neckline showing off your cleavage, and the rest bunching up perfectly as your waist where you sat on him.

You placed kisses against his calloused hands and up his jaw.

“Ahem,” a voice cleared its throat.

You both jumped, scrambling away from each other as you did so.

A pitiful attempt at cleaning your mess.

Robin laughed, as you both tried to play it off, talking over each other as you gave explanation after explanation.

She swore to secrecy, promising that not another soul would find out, and said that the others were waiting by the ship.

You followed behind her, still red from embarrassment. And only the slightest bit disappointed that your time with him was cut short.

Though you couldn’t speak for Zoro, you weren’t too upset at the interruption. Judging by the swordsman’s lingering hand on your lower back, there would definitely be other opportunities.

#zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #marimo #im so in love w zoro #zoro one piece #op zoro #zoro imagine #pirate hunter zoro #zoro fluff

[delightfulfiresoulweasel]

DAYdreaming a Kevaaron AU

This is an Kevaaron Singer Aaron! AU I came up with from crazy brain storming and, well, ended up here so I hope it will be enjoyed as much as I enjoyed it in my head. Kevin and Aaron break up, Aaron scribbles down lyrics instead of class notes and his Med school friend notices, takes Aaron to a studio to compose the music and create songs, because its better than Aaron relapsing, and one night without telling Aaron, posts the songs on Soundcloud. And what if Exy finals had half time performances like Super Bowl finals does, and they asked Aaron to perform as Kevin'’ team were in the finals. 

(I will be using songs and lyrics that does not belong to me; songs: MrLoverman, Burning, Falling, Till Forever Falls Apart, One Last Song) 

Kevin and Aaron are dating, Aaron is in med school, Kevin is a successful exy player living in Chicago. One day, while Aaron is visiting Kevin, they fight over something very small, the argument starts getting heated, both of them bringing up the issues they have been repressing. The argument turns into a shouting match until Kevin tells Aaron that he doesn't have time for this. Aaron leaves Kevin'’ flat, books himself a flight ticket on his way to the airport and calls his friend, Jason, to come pick him up. 

They don't talk for a month. Neither of them text or call each other. They don't tell any of the Foxes about the breakup either. But it becomes obvious when Aaron doesn't show up to Kevin'’ game that is in his city.

Aaron used to go to every single one of Kevin'’ games when it was in his city, fly over to the most important ones as support. 

The reporters and sport commenters loved Aaron. He would sometimes join Kevin in his post game interviews, Kevin'’ arm wrapped around his shoulders. The fans also waited for the pre-game kiss that became a ritual for the couple. Kevin climbing the bleachers as Aaron draped himself over the railing to reach Kevin'’ mouth, for a good luck kiss. After the game, the photo would circulate all through twitter, fan accounts making a collage of the gathered photos. 

So when Aaron did not show up to Kevin'’ game that was in his city, the Foxes knew. Aaron'’ phone was blowing up with messages even before the game started. He wasn't at the stadium but he was watching it on TV at home. 

He had many texts from Nicky, asking to know if Kevin and him were broken up.  Matt, Dan, Renee, Allison, Robin and Katelyn were all equally concerned. 

Andrew called him, he picked it up. "What did he do?" "Nothing." Aaron had said. "Nothing?" Andrew had huffed. "Leave it, we broke up but I still love him, no one is to blame." Aaron had said before he hung up. 

He was disconnected in classes, too busy scribbling down words swimming in his head than concentrating in his classes. Jason, his new found friend, which was a foreign concept to Aaron, had noticed. Taking one glance at Aaron'’ notebook, he had realised that these were potential song lyrics. He had an idea. 

Aaron was not happy being dragged by his sleeve by Jason. They were stood in front of a beat-up studio. 

"I have no idea why we are here" he had said. Jason had smiled. 

Sitting on the piano, Jason snatched Aaron'’ notebook from his book. He knew a friend, who knew a friend that owned a studio. Jason had thought it would be good for Aaron if he sang his heart out. He knew Aaron was a good singer from the few times they went to Karaoke together. 

They had spent the whole night at the studio, composing a melody to Aaron'’ first song. 

I am MrLoverman, and I miss my lover man. 

Jason could hear the hurt in Aaron'’ voice, voice cracking, the shaky breathing when he was too close to tears, the tremble in his hands and the distance in his eyes as he was lost in thought, thinking of better times. 

The second song was harder than the first. It was filled with more emotions and truth. It was a pleading, a cry for a voice to be heard. Openly stating that he wanted his lover back. The sweet melody of Aaron'’ voice making the song both a weapon that created a wound in your heart and the balm that licked to wound closed. 

Oh, have you ever called I will burst straight back Give you my forgiveness And the shirt off my back

Jason had asked one night between recording sessions, the studio was their new stop place now. After every class they would rush to the studio, some musicians that were there just to jam had heard Aaron'’ voice, they were captured by it. Aaron was the Nine Muses ( yes all nine of them) and the audience was mesmerised.  He asked if he were to ever release an album that had these songs in it, what Aaron would name it. 

After a pause, Aaron answered between laughing fits that he would name it DAYdreaming, get it, Kevin Day and he was dreaming of him 24/7. Jason laughed but thought it would be a great marketing name. 

As Aaron wrote, the songs were getting more and more detailed and personal, they were all the words he couldn't speak before. 

Forget what I said It's not what I meant And I can't take it back

He had not meant to say half of the things he had said to Kevin a month ago, looking back, he knew they were simple things that could have been solved if they had just spoke, if Aaron had just been brave enough to start the conversation.

But he had been too scared, scare that he would lose Kevin over something so simple, so he avoided the topics, and at the end, he still lost him. 

Aaron had hated California, the place full of memories of his mother, a torturous life Andrew had endured, the missed years both of them could have had as brothers. But Kevin had changed that, the memories were still there but now, accompanied by happy ones Kevin had created for him. 

If the tide takes California I’m so glad I got to hold ya

They had stood on the beach, wrapped in each others arms, looking at the horizon as the sun set, Kevin whispering future plans for the both of them into Aaron'’ ear. Aaron had smiled to all of them, some ridiculous, some too good to be true ideas, but he did not mind, because in all of them, Kevin and Aaron were stood together. 

And if the sky falls from heaven above Oh I know I had the best time falling into love

All of these studio sessions, all of these songs, they were all for Kevin, for over a month, he had dedicated all his time to create the perfect songs that reflected his truest feelings about Kevin, his regrets, his cries for lost love. He loved Kevin, and it did not scare him anymore, his love for Kevin.

Maybe one day I won't sing about you

But he did, he always would, did not matter if Kevin resented him or welcomed him with open arms, he would sing about Kevin for the rest of his life like a broken vinyl.

I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you

He knew he would never post these songs anywhere, or send them to Kevin, but he had hoped deep down in his chest that somehow these lyrics would be carried out to Kevin. 

They eventually run out of lyrics and music to combine, Aaron knew he had to leave this behind him. His true love, buried away in his make shift song lyrics. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with something missing inside him. Jason did not

That night, he uploaded their album, DAYdreaming by Aaron Minyard and the medics ( get it, med students) on SoundCloud. He had watched Aaron crumble under the loss of Kevin, voice booming into the microphone as if he was calling out to Kevin, hoping his voice reached his ears. Jason hoped someone, a fan, might discover it, and the album got carried out to Kevin. 

What he did not expect was the insane success. Aaron had an angelic voice, now the whole world knew. They were listening to his heartbreak over and over again, tagging Kevin, asking what had happened, millions were relating to Aaron, crying to his hurt, his story, his voice. 

Aaron however was fuming mad, he could have strangled Jason. The Foxes were blowing his phone up, agencies calling him to sing a contract with him, many gig and concert offers. 

He accepted a few small radio'’ interview proposals, with Jason by his side, explaining that he had written those songs only for himself, and his nosy friend had went out of his way to leak them online. 

But the rush did not die, in fact, it only got bigger as Exy finals game was approaching. Kevin'’ team was against Andrew and Neil'’ team. The match alone would have created a big deal, but now with the breakup and the album drama, all eyes were on how Aaron'’ twin would react to Kevin on court. 

Aaron did not want to Foxes taking sides, he had said it to all of them personally, texted in the group chat where Kevin could see, mentioned it in interviews. They were a family, and Kevin'’ and his break up should not mess their hard found family. 

The finals were a big event all on its own, but it got even fired up when Aaron was offered to perform in the half time show. Aaron was shocked, Jason was delighted. He said yes, and Aaron, feeling prideful from the support his songs were getting, said yes as well. 

Andrew was not pleased, Neil was very much amused, and he could imagine that Kevin was fuming. 

Aaron was shaking with nerves on the finals day. Nicky had flown from Germany as support to both Andrew and Aaron. All the Foxes were lined up in VIP seats, but no one was there for the big game and all of them knew it. 

Aaron briefly made eye contact with Kevin right before the game. Kevin was flexing his broken hand, a nervous habit he had, meeting Aaron'’ eyes, he stopped. Aaron smiled at him, a warm, gentle smile. Kevin'’ hand relaxed, he smiled back. 

The first half of the game passed as a blur for Aaron, he was having a hard time focusing on the players and the game as time got closer to half time whistle. Jason was stood right next to him, Nicky'’ hand a grounding presence on his shoulder. Eric was there too, he hugged Aaron tight before he got on stage, in front of millions. 

Aaron did not do this, he was not a singer, he was supposed to focus on his classes and stay out of drama. Not perform for the whole world to see. 

The songs were lined up from less painful to more painful ones, ending with One Last Song.

Under the blinding lights, Aaron could not see anyone else but the microphone in front of him. He sang, with all his heart, he sang. The crowd was wild, screaming his every word back to him. Aaron had never felt this kind of ecstasy, not with drugs, not on Exy court. This was all him. 

The last song, was the hardest to sing, after singing all his heartbreaking songs one after other, laying all his hurt, truth, mistakes and regrets in front of millions, he was emotional for the last song. 

Maybe one day I won't sing about you I'll sing a song about someone new But right here, right now You are on my mind And I think about you all the time I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that it will get through

Oh, the message was getting through all right, the person that needed to hear this was standing right on this court, Aaron'’ insides made a move, as if he was going to throw up. He closed his eyes. The part that hurt him most was approaching.

In case you hear this Then know you're the love of my life Want to tell you I'm sorry I miss having you by my side When you were mine

He was getting chocked up, the tears burning, no longer able to contain them behind his closed eyes, he opened them, momentarily blinded by the stage lights. 

He did not see the person climbing up the platform, he did not hear anything over his own heart beating. 

When it was good it was bitterswe...

He was cut short, strong hands holding his shoulders, turning him around, he was facing Kevin. His hair slicked back with sweet, cheeks glistened with tears. 

Aaron knew his was also covered in sweat, tears running down his cheeks. Kevin cupped his face in his strong hands, Aaron leaned into the touch. 

Kevin bent down, closing the distance between them and kissing Aaron, heavy and bruising, too possessive, too longingly. Aaron smiled into the kiss, messing it up, but he did not mind. He wrapped his arms around Kevin'’ neck and kissed back just as hard. 

The crowd was screaming, Jason was whooping from where he was on the stage but none of it mattered, Aaron'’ world was Kevin and Kevin only. 

#all for the game #aaron minyard #kevin day #kevaaron #all for the game imagines #aftg #aftg textpost #kevaaron supremacy #singer au #AU

[thanatosangels]

the Life of Lucie

Lucie Herondale au request by @daisyherxndale - thank you so much!! this was so fun to write!! <3

tagging: @churchthecatismyspiritanimal @fairchild-squad @truth-lies-hidden @princesslucretia @abigneignenn <333

Lucie was never quite sure why she didn’t age and die.

James did. She supposed he was always more like Papa though, in looks and personality. 

She’d never forget him dying. She’d already lost Cordelia the year before, and the emptiness in her soul was still a ragged, open wound. And then James had taken ill. He lay in the infirmary of the Institute, and Uncle Jem did everything he could to save him but they could only numb the pain. She had sat with her still youthful hand holding his wrinkled one, their mother holding his other on the opposite side of the bed. He had been so frail then, but still blazing with his playful exuberance until the very end. He died, surrounded by love. As Will had done.

And Jesse… Jesse’s death was still too much for her too think about

She’d watched the love of her life, the one she’d brought back to this life, grow old and fragile until he died peacefully in her arms. She’d watched as time took over his features in a way that it never did to hers, as he’d retired from battle due to the aching of bones that she never experienced, as he started to forget where he’d left his glasses, or that their children had left home years before, when she remembered everything so clearly. She never loved him any less. One cold, wintery morning, when frost dusted the grass and the robins wittered just outside the window, she awoke nestled into him, just as cold as the air outside, in their bed.

It was like someone cutting canvas with a knife, clean and vicious: there was life before Jesse, and there was life after.

It was all something of a blur, the week following his death. The funeral, the kind but distant words, the looks on their children’s faces. She understood, only then, why her mother had left for Paris after her father’s death. There was something so inherently wrong about being somewhere your love had once been, once sat, once ate, once laughed. She couldn’t even look at the face of her grandson, the one who had his eyes and his hair. She just had to leave.

So she did. She went, and she found her mother, and they lived together in New York.

She’d never aged a day past twenty, but that didn’t mean she would never die. She half-expected - half-hoped - to go to bed one day and never wake up. But everyday she saw the sun rise and heard the chirping of the pigeons and smelt that early morning New York river-water smell and watched the mundanes hurry down the streets on their way to work. She envied them. They were so secure in their knowledge of the word, wrapped up in their own little lives. She was so lost, an anchor cut free of its ship, sinking rapidly to the bottom of the pitch black ocean.

The rest of the 60’s passed like water through Lucie’s fingers. Tessa helped her through her grief, made sure she ate enough and drank enough and made her laugh even when she felt like her heart was being crushed into oblivion by grief’s unyielding fist. Her mother showed her New York, told her stories of the city she once knew and loved, and of how it had changed. Her mam had seen a great deal since Will’s death, Lucie realised, and a small fire of hope ignited itself in her chest. I will rebuild myself.

One day, a few years after Jesse, they sat in the booth of a small, dingy diner. They made idle conversation, people watching and giggling as they often did, until Tessa sat back against the red leather seat and stared thoughtfully into her coffee. Lucie recognised the twitch at the corner of her mouth, the one that meant she was trying to decide whether to say something or not.

“Mam, what are you thinking?” Lucie narrowed her eyes.

Tessa looked at her, her big blue eyes soft with love, and smiled a sad little smile. “I think you need to write again.”

Lucie was taken aback. Whatever she’d been expecting, it wasn’t that.

She thought of the only time she’d tried to write since Jesse. It was a dark night, not long after she arrived in America, and she was sitting at the small, ink-stained desk in their two bedroom apartment, fingers hovering over the keys of the familiar typewriter she’d brought with her from England. Writing had always been her reprieve, fiction her escape from the crushing reality of the real world, and she wanted nothing more than to escape then. But no words came to her. No stories weaved themselves together in her head. No heroine painting herself to life in metaphors and similes. There was simply…. nothing. 

Lucie tried to think of typing out a story, or writing another book, without having Jesse to read it over and give her critique or chastise her for saying ‘very’ one too many times. She tried to imagine writing for hours on end without having him bring her cups of tea just the way she liked or staying up, reading in the armchair next to her desk until well past midnight, just so they could go to bed together. She remembered the air leaving her lungs as a scream of anger - at the world, at Jesse for leaving her, at herself for still being alive - built within her, her mother running to restrain her as she viciously  punching the keys of the typewriter over and over again, her hands balled into fists and her nails piercing the skin of her palms. She had collapsed against Tessa, the livid energy suddenly leaving her, and they sank to the floor together. She cried into her mothers arms until she had no tears left, until the hazy relief of sleep took her in its grasp and showed her dreams far better than this life.

“No.” Her mouth was in a hard line. “No, I can’t.”

Tessa took Lucie’s hand across the table. Lucie met her eyes. There was such hope, such faith, such belief, in her gaze that Lucie’s mouth quirked up at the corner ever so slightly.

“Yes you can.”

And she did.

Lucie left New York - left her mother - as the new decade rolled in. She didn’t stay in one place: she followed her Daisy’s footsteps and went to all the places she’d once lived: Paris, Bombay, Morocco, Cape Town, Canada. All the while, she wrote. She wrote of the girl with fire for hair and more strength than anyone she’d ever known. She wrote of the boy with the sun in his eyes and the night sky on his head. She wrote of the boy who lived twice but loved once. She wrote of the boy with burnt clothes and lilac eyes. She wrote of the truest love she’d ever known, between a boy with a compass tattoo and a boy with spears in his pockets. She wrote of a blonde boy, the bloodied and battered angel. She wrote every story that lined her heart and her soul, and as the 70’s faded into the 80’s, she was thankful she had. Her mother had told her memories start to fade to black and white, like a forgotten photograph, when you live forever, but her words captured her memories forever in their original, colourful glory. 

She spoke to her mother as often as she could, and she always sent her postcards from her latest destination. Her mother would travel too, and she would keep Lucie up to date on the Downworld wherever she went. Lucie kept away from the Downworld, mostly. She had no interest in fighting any more, and the Clave seemed to have forgotten her existence, but she did carry a small axe in her bag at all times. Old habits die hard. 

At the start of the 90’s, she got word from Tessa about unrest surrounding the Accords.

I feel as though we are about to witness something terrible. She had written. Lucie, please stay as far away from Idris as you can. 

And she did.

It was a long few months before she heard from her mother again. She told her of the war, and the bloodshed, and the death. She told her of Stephen Herondale, their own flesh and blood, killing innocent Downworlders as if there were no demon blood in his lineage. Lucie had cried.

But life goes on, and it did. Lucie went back to London, for the first time. She walked passed the Institute that had once been her home, and the grand houses that had once belonged to her friends and family - now hotels or flats or just gone completely, as if they’d never stood at all. She took a trip to Devon to walk past Cirenworth Hall. She felt closer to Cordelia, in that moment, than she had in years, and the faded parabatai rune on her chest seemed to throb like the beating of a second heart.

In 1999, she went back to New York. She walked passed the Institute there too - although by chance this time - and caught sight of three people walking towards the entrance. There was an elegant woman with black hair down to her waist, just as her Aunt Cecily’s had been; a tall, burly man who’s stature painfully reminded her of Thomas; and a small baby, wriggling in his mother’s arms. He seemed to sense Lucie’s presence and twisted around to look at her. His eyes, his hair, his nose, even his tiny mouth…. he looked exactly like Alexander had, when he was a baby and she was just a girl. She tore her eyes away, the world a smudge of watercolour through her tears, and hurried on down the street.

More time passed. Lucie wrote another book, this one about a girl with long brown hair and sparkling grey eyes who would never die. She would live to see every sunrise, every sunset, every star in the night sky twinkle and die, everyone she ever loved go where she could not join them. But she could also read every book, and see every country, and learn every language she ever wanted to, and see every new wonder of the world. She could keep her loved ones with her and carry them wherever she went, both in her mind and captured in the battered old photographs that were her most prized possession.

2008. Lucie’s phone buzzed on the coffee table next to her. She was in Glasgow. The setting sun was casting long shadows across her little one bedroom flat as she had her head in a book, her newly cropped hair brushing against her chin. She’d spent quite a bit of time here: it felt like London, but not so much that it hurt her, just enough to feel like home. The historical buildings that were scattered around the city centre reminded her of herself, in a way. Their well-kept exteriors remained the same as they had been the hundred or so years ago when they were built, but their interiors were updated and changed over time, revealing new secrets or harbouring new treasures.

She picked up her pink mobile and looked at the text that flashed across the screen. Then, with the swiftness that a Shadowhunter can never quite lose, she jumped over the back of her sofa and darted into her bedroom. Hastily, she shoved some clothes into a backpack, grabbed her wallet and keys and ran out the door. She hurried through the streets, not paying attention to who or what she was bumping into, only focused on getting to the train station. She arrived, panting, paid for a ticket to London, and hopped on a train.

She kept reading the text over and over again. 

COME TO LONDON ASAP. MEET YOU AT EUSTON. MAM.

When the train finally arrived in London Euston station, Lucie was the first person off the train. She  stood on her tiptoes and looked around the crowded platform wildly, her short hair flying every which way. Finally, she spotted her. Her mother. She was standing near a wall at the edge of the platform, wearing a dark blue cardigan that was almost the colour of Will’s eyes, and scanning the crowd. She began shoving people aside, using knees and elbows as weapons, until she broke free of the tangle and ran towards her mother. 

When Tessa saw her daughter, an immense smile broke across her face, like the sun parting the clouds. Lucie flung herself into Tessa’s open arms, and they stood a second or two, just embracing. 

Lucie stepped back first, her concern painted plainly across her face. “What’s wrong, mam? Why did I need to hurry?”

Tessa was still beaming. “Actually… nothings wrong, bach.” She turned to face the man standing a little way from them, one Lucie hadn’t noticed before. “Somethings actually very right.”

Lucie narrowed her eyes and looked at the man. He was tall and thin, and his hair was straight and dark brown, almost black, with a single streak of silver at the front. Something about his kindly face, his dancing eyes, the small smile on his lips looked so… familiar. He almost looked like….

She took a step forward, her eyes widened in astonishment. “Uncle Jem?” She questioned softly.

Tessa was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, radiating with excitement. Lucie had never seen her mother like this, so full of life, not in the 71 years since Will’s death. She was gazing at Jem with complete adoration, and he was smiling at her with such gentleness that Lucie’s heart ached, with happiness for her mother but sorrow for herself. She missed love.

Jem looked at her, his brown eyes soft and happy. “Hello, Lucie.” He gave a small wave and put his hand out towards her, clearly inviting a handshake. 

But Lucie Blackthorn didn’t do handshakes. She covered the distance between them in two strides of her short legs and flung her arms around him: her head only reached his chin. He seemed taken aback, but hugged her tightly anyway. 

“Oh, Uncle Jem!” She squeezed him. “It’s been so long!”

He chuckled and stroked her hair. “I know. And yet, we three have barely aged a day.”

She stepped back, and took Tessa’s hand. “I don’t quite understand what’s going on, and I have so many questions. How did this happen? Once a Silent Brother, always a Silent Brother I thought, but is that not the case?” She looked at Jem. “When did you come back? Oh! I do hope you told me immediately, mam. This is a miracle after all, and you know how I hate to miss miracles.” She was talking so rapidly that her words seemed to be falling over one another. Jem was just nodding slightly, looking bemused, and Tessa was trying not to laugh.

“Come on,” Tessa gave Lucie’s hand a quick squeeze and took Jem’s with her other. “Let’s go get a coffee and I’ll explain properly.” 

As the trio began to make their way through the station, Tessa began to speak. “It is yet another story of Lightwoods and Herondales and Fairchilds…”

#sorry this is so long hahha #lucie herondale #lucie blackthorn #tessa gray #will herondale #jem carstairs #jesse blackthorn #cordelia carstairs #alastair carstairs #blackdale #matthew fairchild #thomas lightwood #the last hours #christopher lightwood #chain of gold #chain of iron #the mortal instruments #tmi #tlh #the infernal devices #tid #the dark artifices #tda #tsc #shadowhunters #the shadowhunters chronicles #tsc fanfiction #the last hours fanfiction #mae writes

[starrynite7114]

Invisible Man

A/N: So, I don’t know how this happened, I literally got this out in like a few hours. The idea wouldn’t leave my head so I had to post it. Hope you all enjoy this one too!

I would like to blame for @justahopelessssromantic​ for this one. Kidding, you know I loves you twin!

Masterlist

tagged list: @justahopelessssromantic​ : @iambabyharry​ : @briannab1234​ : @carlaangel86​ : @marvelmaree​

“How do I look?” You asked EZ as you looked at him through the mirror. 

EZ was speechless. He didn’t know what to say. It crushed him to look at you knowing that he wasn’t going to be the one at the end of the aisle. But he figured it was his fault since he realized too late that he was in love with you.

When did he realize he was in love with you?

It was supposed to be the most romantic night of your life. Angel had Felipe and EZ present when he proposed to you after a fun night at the carnival with the three Reyes men. Angel proposed to you in front of the ferris wheel. The elated smile on your face was engraved in EZ’s memory because it was the moment he realized that he wanted to be in Angel’s position, he wanted to be the one you were happily smiling down on as tears came out of your eyes. 

He heard you say yes and he felt like his world was falling apart.

He realized he was in love with you when his brother asked for your hand in marriage. All he could do was watch and clap, hoping he was expressing a happy smile on his lips. 

“You look gorgeous.” EZ breathed out, watching as your cheeks showed a hint of pink. 

“You’re just saying that.” You replied as you turned to face him. “I’m getting married, Ezekiel.” 

Yeah, you were getting married and it wasn’t to him. 

EZ wanted to be angry, wanted to hate Angel, but he couldn’t. He was happy for both of you, it was on him. He realized it too late and he wasn’t even sure if you even felt something for him. Because for as long as EZ could remember, you hated Angel. His cocky older brother who was a bad influence on him.

====================

“I can’t believe he’s your brother.” You commented as you adjusted your snapback, walking down the street towards your house.

You and EZ just ran into Angel, who purposely tripped his younger brother. Angel was such an asshole and you hated him with a burning passing. Every time you two ran into one another, you could feel the temperature dropping with the icy glares you two would give one another. 

EZ chuckled, shrugging. “Angel’s like that, but he’s actually pretty nice. He always helps me out with baseball.”

“Well, it’s the only thing he could help you with since he’s an idiot.” You countered.

“We’ve been best friends for eight years now, we’re seventeen, how can you hate Angel all these years?”

“How can you not hate Angel?” You retorted. “Well, he’s your brother, I guess it makes sense. I don’t know, he’s just an asshole. He makes it a point to just fuck with me.”

“How so?” This was new to Angel, you’ve never exactly voiced out why you weren’t a big fan of Angel. 

“I don’t know, you know he took me out on valentine’s day?”

“What?” EZ stopped walking. 

“He didn’t tell you?” You bit your lip, shaking your head. “He most likely just didn’t want to fight with you.”

You began to walk, but EZ stopped you. “What do you mean? You never told me you went out. You said you were with your sister.”

“I was, I didn’t lie. I went out with her, but then Angel’s friend Johnny started talking to her so she left me alone. I was about to leave the restaurant, but Angel sat with me.” 

“Wait, you have to go from the beginning.” EZ did not like this one bit. He was very selfish with you, but he didn’t care. You were his friend, not Angel’s. Angel had his choices of women to fuck with, you were off-limits, he knew that. 

“Okay, so my sister wanted to go out for valentine’s day, galentine’s day since she didn’t have a date. So we went to Red Robin then we were going to go to the movies. Well, Johnny and Angel came in and he started talking up my sister. Next thing I know, they were leaving and you know, it’s okay, shit happens.” You couldn’t even look at EZ. You were certain that Angel would have told him, tell him how he took out his best friend and how pathetic it was. The fact that Angel didn’t tell him made you wonder why he didn’t. He most likely was embarrassed. “Anyways, Angel insisted that we stayed so we did then he took me out to the movies.” It was the most alone time you spent with Angel and you hated to say it, but it was actually pretty decent. “Nothing happened.” You weren’t sure why you felt disappointed informing EZ that fact, but you let it roll off. Angel was a player, he wasn’t your type, you weren’t interested. “I’m sure he just stayed with me out of pity since you were out with Emily.”

EZ began walking again, unsure of what to say. One thing he knew for sure was that he had to talk to his brother. 

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And he did speak to Angel. 

That’s when he found out that Angel had a crush on you. That Angel and Coco had noticed that you and your sister went to Red Robin while they were across the street at some Taqueria. He convinced Coco to take one for the team and take your sister away while he stayed with you. Angel told him that he had liked you, but he knew that EZ wouldn’t exactly be okay with the idea. He tried his best to keep his interest to himself, but he couldn’t anymore, so he made his move. 

After that talk, EZ was upset at Angel. He had his choice of women, why did he have to like you? EZ cherished your friendship since you were the person he confided in most. There were things he couldn’t tell Emily that he could tell you with no trouble. Angel knew that you were off limits, he explicitly told his brother, that there was no reason for him to be interested in you. But Angel being Angel, the forbidden fruit was the sweetest. 

But EZ also knew that Angel’s interested in you would eventually wane. He was almost a young adult, he knew Angel would want to be as free as a bird and not tied down to one girl.

However, at every turn, his brother surprised him. Angel didn’t officially ask you out on a date till you graduated high school. After your first official date with Angel at the bowling alley, EZ felt the dynamics changed. But he couldn’t even catch up because next thing he knew, he was at Stanford and you were attending a community college to save cost. Every time Angel would visit him up north, he brought you along and EZ hated it. 

For EZ, it was due to the fact that you were best friends and Angel was threatening his position in your life. But that was placed in the back burner when his mother passed away. His life was turned upside down and you were the last thing on his mind, hell Emily was the last thing on his mind. He went to jail and every weekend without a fail, you visited EZ with Felipe and Angel. At times, it was only you and Felipe. EZ found out now that the times that Angel didn’t come was due to you and Angel fighting, so instead of swallowing his pride, Angel didn’t come along. 

He expected Angel's interest to fade, especially when he became part of the club, but instead, Angel fell deeper and deeper in love with you and the same with you. Whenever he observed you two, he couldn’t believe just how enamored his brother was. Angel looked at you as if you held the world and he hung onto every word you had to say. 

EZ was happy for you two, especially Angel. He knew his brother had some underlying issues with him, stemming from the favoritism that Angel felt existed, but he was happy his brother finally had someone, even if it was you.

EZ was the first person that Angel confided in about marrying you. 

Angel came to visit him on his own, after delivering some products to the Stockton charter. 

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“I’m gonna ask her to marry me.” Angel told his baby brother, sliding the ring over to him.

“Shit, you two that serious?” EZ wasn’t even sure why he asked that, but the expression on Angel’s face told it all. 

Angel knew that EZ had some feelings for you, but his younger brother just never came to terms with it. Quite frankly, Angel was fine with that, you were his and EZ wasn’t going to change that. If there was one thing in this world he was selfish with, it was you. He would never lose you to EZ. Over his dead fucking body.

“What kind of a fucking question is that? Of course we’re serious. Ezekiel, I’ve been with her for six years.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. This is a big step Angel, do you really want to marry her?”

“Look, I know you have some feelings for her, but you can go fuck yourself, Ezekiel.” He saw the look his brother gave him and he chuckled. “Obviously, you still haven’t realized it, which is fine, it’s a win for me. But just know, I don’t give a fuck if you do figure it out. Y/N has been mine since that Valentine’s Day all those years ago. You’re my brother, I love you, but she’s the one person that I would never let you have.”

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Angel didn’t ask you to marry him till two years after he showed EZ that ring. EZ still didn’t realize then, when he did realize, he couldn’t bring it to himself to tell you. There were so many times that he wanted to tell you, but he couldn’t do it. 

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“Does he have feelings for her? Is there something going on?” You questioned EZ as you both sat in the living room of the home you shared with Angel.

Angel was over the border, visiting Adelita after the whole Galindo deal came into light. You were secured in your relationship, but there were times that Angel didn’t seem to be with you anymore and it frightened you. You’ve been with Angel for almost ten years and throwing it all away now, it would devastate you. 

“No, you know he loves you.” In his mind, he yelled out how much he loves you, how much he wanted to be the one to hold you at night. The one that you fretted over whenever they were out doing a run. EZ felt like a prick, wanting his brother’s wife, but he couldn’t help himself. After his realization, it was hard to ignore. “He asked you to marry him, he’s been wanting to ask you for years.”

“How do you know?”

“He visited me at Stockton, showed me the ring.” 

You leaned on EZ, his arm wrapping around you. He knew that Angel wouldn’t be thrilled to see him, especially after he found out of his deal, but you invited him here. Angel could go fuck himself. As much as Angel wanted to push him out, tell him he didn’t belong in Santo Padre, he did. For once, things felt right and he wasn’t going to give that way. 

“I love you EZ, I’m so happy you’re home.” EZ’s heart crushed then, hearing you say those words to him, since he knew you didn’t mean it like he did. 

“I love you too.” 

EZ looked up at the ceiling then, trying to prevent himself from shedding tears. It was so difficult to be around you at times. He wanted to tell you how he felt, how much he loves you and how he wished you would pick him over Angel, but after everything he put Angel through, what that would do to you and his already fractured relationship with his brother, he bit his tongue. 

“Mi dulce, I’m home,” you heard Angel call out. The living room was at the back of the house near the kitchen, so you both didn’t hear Angel opening the front door. 

You stood up to greet your fiance and his eyes were immediately on EZ. “Bish needs you,” he informed EZ. “Hey baby,” he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you on your lips. It gave Angel some satisfaction knowing that it killed EZ whenever he saw you two be intimate. 

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” he gave you a kiss on the cheek since Angel let you go. He walked past his older brother, who didn’t even look his way.

“See you,” you called out after him. “Everything okay?”

“No, but it will be soon. I gotta catch you up.”

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“EZ,” you shook EZ who has been silent ever since you asked him how you looked. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, sorry, I just can’t believe you’re marrying my brother. You used to hate him.” He pointed out.

You laughed. “Yes I did, but you know, the more you hate, the more you love.”

“Shut up,” EZ looked at you once again, hating his brother more and more every second that passed. “You ready?”

“Yes, I am.” 

EZ offered you his arm, which you gladly took. Your parents died a few years back and as much as you wanted your sister to walk you down the aisle, EZ offered to walk you down in some bout of craziness. He didn’t know why he did it, but he reasoned that it was supposed to be poetic. 

With him walking you down the aisle to give you away to Angel, it was him giving up on you, that this was the end of the line and he could never turn back after today. He was tempted to confess to you now, but he was almost certain you would laugh in his face. 

Ever since Angel became a more prominent fixture in your life, EZ began to feel the shift and he tried to resist it at first, but he knew it was futile.

In some ways, he felt that he became the invisible man, he watched as you fell for Angel and just let it happen. 

“Thank you for doing this,” you told EZ.

“Anything for you, you know that.”

“This doesn’t change anything, we still gang up on Angel cause he deserves it.”

EZ laughed. “Of course.”

You both heard the bridal march play. EZ kissed your cheek before the doors opened. He looked down the aisle at Angel and could tell his brother was elated, the tears were coming soon, he knew. Angel was an emotional man and once he saw you coming his way, Angel would lose it.

EZ was right. Angel began to wipe his eyes as you both made your way down. The walk seemed to be quick cause the next thing EZ knew, Angel was in front of him. 

“Thanks bro,” Angel gave him a hug before taking your hand and bringing you towards the altar. 

EZ took his place beside you, being the man of honor. He wanted to laugh at how things turned out, but in some ways, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The most important thing was your happiness and you were happy with Angel, there’s nothing else he could ask for.

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EZ watched as everyone danced, with Taza spinning you around, your princess dress twirling as he did. He saw the chair beside him being pulled at the corner of his eye. He looked over and found Angel. 

“You doing okay?” Angel knew. EZ was his younger brother and he knew it hurt for him to do what he did, but EZ did it anyway. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’m not the one who’s tied down.” EZ attempted to joke with Angel, but he knew it wasn’t carrying over well.

“I know it hurts, but I told you all those years ago. I would never give her up, Ezekiel.” 

“I know, and I’m not going to argue with you. I’m happy for you.” 

“Thank you though, for walking her down the aisle, I know it meant the world to her.”

“Angel, can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.” Angel took a swig of his beer. 

“Why her? Out of every one here, why did you fall for her?”

Angel shrugged. “If I’m honest with you, I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t care much for her at first, she was your best friend, I thought she was annoying just like you. But then there was this one weekend that I stayed behind while you, mom and pops along with Emily went to the river. She came over to borrow a game of yours and I was sick as shit.” Angel fondly remembered that weekend. You stayed with him the whole weekend, leaving an hour before his family returned. He had a terrible fever and cough, you stayed with him, out of the kindness of your heart even though he never even gave you a glance prior to that weekend. The fact that you cared for him, it placed you in his radar and you just never went away. “She took care of me and after that, I just noticed her. It sounds stupid, I know, and I tried to fight my feelings for her, but then I stopped giving a fuck. I was drawn to her, I wanted to know more about her. It baffled me that I didn’t know anything about the girl who was attached to my brother’s hip. Once she batted those eyes at me, I was a goner.” 

EZ nodded his head. “I hope you never hurt her.”

“Why, cause you’ll come swoop in and take her?” Angel scoffed. EZ had another thing coming if he thought he was going to let you go. 

“No, she won’t leave you now, but I just hope you never hurt her. She’s been through too much, gave up so much for you to fuck up on her now.”

“She has our last name now, EZ. I haven’t fucked up on her after all these years, what makes you think it’ll happen now?”

“You’re right.” EZ downed his beer, placing it on the table. “I am happy for you, regardless of how I feel about her.”

“Thank you,” Angel patted his shoulder. “If you excuse me, I have to dance with my wife.”

EZ chuckled and playfully pushed Angel towards you. He watched as Angel wrapped his arms around you and the laugh that you let out as he did. 

As long as you were happy, that’s what mattered to EZ.

He hung onto that belief and he wasn’t going to let that go.

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[prettyinlimegreenboots]

“What was your favorite Halloween costume as a kid?”

Alcohol and some swearing are included in this.

Two days before Halloween found the group of friends hanging around Jack and Kat’s bonfire. The fire was toasty and bursts of laughter was common. Curled up in her chair in Jack’s hoodie, Kat’s eyes were wide as she watched her friends greet one another. “What’s got your sitting all alone over here?”

She pulled her eyes from the group Jack was greeting and looked up at Race with a grin. “Just watching everyone and reminiscing.”

“Reminiscing on what?” Race pulled up a chair and faced his sister-in-law.

She smiled, taking a sip of the warm cider in her mug. “Halloweens gone by. Jack and I found a box of old photos and were laughing at the ridiculous costumes we used to dress up in.”

“What was your favorite Halloween costume as a kid?” Race took a sip from his own solo cup, grinning at memories.

Kat pursed her lips, tilting her head as she remembered all of the photos her and Jack discovered. “I was Belle one year, yellow dress and all. My mom curled my hair and pulled it up so it was elegant. I was like 6 at the time. Yours?”

“What are you two discussing over here that you’re so serious about?” Spot asked, leading their friends over to the fire pit. Everyone settled down in chairs before looking at Kat and Race.

The two grinned. “Discussing favorite Halloween costumes from our childhood. Mine was Belle and I just asked Race his.”

“I think I was 4 and I was Spider-Man. I had the web shooter as well. It was awesome.” Race’s eyes lit up.

Jack laughed. “He wouldn’t take the costume off for days. Momma had to bribe him just so she could wash it.”

“You’re one to talk, Cowboy.” Race gave him a look. “You wouldn’t take off your Cowboy outfit for weeks. That’s all you wore!”

Jack ducked his head, a light blush on his cheeks as Kat reached over and patted his knee. “Awwww Jack. Was that your favorite costume as a kid?”

“Probably. That was the one I vividly remember.” Jack shrugged. “Albie? What was yours?”

He was quiet for a moment before he lit up. “I went as Ron Weasley one year and it was amazing. Finchie went as Harry Potter that year.”

“That was just a few years ago.” Race called out. “We’re talking about childhood costumes.”

Albie gave his best friend a look. “We were 17; technically it was our childhood.”

Kat threw her head back, laughing, while clapping her hands. “He got you there, Racer.”

“Shuddup.” Race huffed, shaking his head. “Romeo, what was yours?”

Romeo grinned. “My parents dressed me up as a mini Romeo one year. I got so many kisses on my cheek and so much candy that year.”

Bursts of laughter floated around the fire pit. “Dude how old were you?”

Romeo looked at Blink as the question was asked. “Uhhh like 5 or 6. It was awesome.”

“Specs?” Jack asked, looking around the fire. Kat giggled, taking a sip of her drink with a grin.

Specs grinned, shaking his head. “My sister was an angel one year but I wanted to go as a devil. My parents loved the idea so that’s what we did.”

“Why a devil?” Kat asked, raising an eyebrow.

Specs laughed. “That was a nickname of mine - as I caused trouble wherever I went.”

“Ask him when he grew out of the nickname?” Romeo wheezed while he laughed.

Specs shoved his boyfriend. “Not until I was 16 but every now and then my mom will call me that.”

“Hmmmm would’ve never expected that.” Race shrugged, looking at Specs. “Might need to dig that nickname out occasionally, you little Devil! Blinkee you’re up.”

Blink looked at Mush with a pitiful look. “I don’t know. We usually dressed up with crap around the house. I went as a ghost one year.”

“Is that the year you walked into the lamppost?” Jack laughed, shaking his head.

Blink gave him a look before flipping him the bird. “How do you remember all the insignificant shit but can’t remember important stuff?”

“It’s a gift.” Jack grinned. “So was it?”

Blink nodded, taking a sip of his beer. “It was. That bruise and goose egg lasted for weeks. It was awful. What was yours, Mushie?”

“Uhhh …. I went as a construction man one year. Dad was working one of his odd jobs so I dressed up like him. Everyone thought I was a crossing guard and would wait for me to tell them it’s okay to cross the street.” Mush said as the entire group busted out laughing.

Race, wiping tears from his eyes, laughed a bit before calming down enough to speak. “Dude, you win. That’s amazing.”

“How much candy did you get that year?” Albert asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Mush groaned. “That was the worse part, I got barely anything. Stole a lot of my brother’s though.”

“Finchie?” Race took a sip of his drink, watching Finch’s eyes go wide.

“Uhhhh … I was a doctor one year - had a real stethoscope and everything.” Finch grinned.

They all dissolved into laughter once more. Race’s eyes went wide, looking around the fire until he landed on the one person they hadn’t heard from yet. “Spottie, snookums. What was yours?”

“Batman when I was 7.” Spot grinned. “My dad dressed up as Robin and we went out together. It was a lot of fun.”

Race’s face softened as Spot talked. Spot didn’t talk much about his dad but the memory made him smile. Race laced his fingers with Spot’s and squeezed them.

Kat smiled at the two of them before clapping their hands. “I made you guys something.”

Protests sounded around the fire as Kat pushed herself to her feet. “Knock it off. I know I didn’t have to do it but I did.”

Jack grinned, looking around the fire pit at his friends. Race looked at Jack with a grin. “What did she do?”

“She wouldn’t tell me. Just said that she was working on a project.” Jack took a long sip from his beer bottle, keeping an eye on the porch for Kat’s return.

Walking out of the house with a box in her hands and Basil at her side, Kat laughed as several of their friends jumped up and offered a hand. She waved them off with a laugh before walking back to her seat, setting the box down.

Picking up the little pumpkins, she looked at the tags before handing them out. “Just a little something to celebrate Halloween.”

Thanks and cheers were thrown out as they each opened them to find a handwritten note and their favorite candy inside. “Happy Halloween guys.”

Jack pulled Kat into his arms, placing a kiss on her forehead as she giggled. “Love you Kat.”

“Love you too Jack!”

Happy early Halloween everyone!!!!

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[hateswifi]

Where She Lay

Soooo this is another one of those sorry not sorry fics, and it was requested! This is just a quick fic. ⚠️ Warning!! FEELS and BLOOD

The Master: Master List

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He should have fought harder for her to stay behind. But he had relented after her pleading that this would be the last mission for a while, which he suspected was just going to be fashion season picking up. He should have told her no, that it wasn’t going to be a safe mission, that Scarecrow wasn’t someone to be messed with especially as of recent. He had come up with a more advanced fear toxin that they hadn’t quite found an antidote for. Because if he had tried harder, he wouldn’t be standing here, watching her disappear into the ground, forever.

Earlier that fateful night, Marinette danced into the kitchen as he was pulling his boots. She smiled and said, “after we finish the mission, want to have a celebratory shower?”

“I still think you should stay, but yes,” Damian said, standing.

“Nope I’m going,” She pouts, wrapping him in a hug. The argument had been going on throughout the day, and she had told him that if he wasn’t going to let her go, she would show up anyways. He rather has her protected and part of the plan rather than her just dropping in and having more chances of getting hurt.

“Fine,” He sighs, engulfing her in a hug. “Now get ready, we leave in five minutes.”

“Ok honey,” Marinette said, letting him go.

“Bring Kaalik, you know just in case,” Damian said, grabbing his mask off the coffee table.

“I know I know,” She says, padding down the hall to the master bedroom. The ride to the docks, where getting Scarecrow was getting a load of chemicals, was spent with quiet chatter about the day and last time to go over the plan.

They arrived with the element of surprise that was until something went wrong, one of the goons was out of the routine search. They were spotted and that’s when all hell broke loose, shots were fired, and not too long after, they had Marinette.

“Now, Robin put down the katana, get on your knees, and put your hands behind your head,” Scarecrow said, a goon holding a knife to her throat.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve listened, I shouldn’t have come. I love you so much,” Marinette says, quietly, he eyes watering at the realization about what was going to happen. He quickly does as Scarecrow says.

“Don’t do anything to me, just let her go. Do what you want to me,” He states, his eyes never leaving his Angel’s.

“Sure, give the boy what he wants,” Scarecrow said, tossing a vile to a goon. “Untested, fear toxin, but this is injected, faster working. What are the side effects you may ask? Well, everything has been dialed the vividness of the nightmare, the speed, the amount of time it’s lasted has also been upgrated and how hard it is to break the trance, even with your antidote,” he monologues, answering his own question as the goon injects him. “Best of luck to you. Untie her.” As soon as he heard the ropes he hit the ground he saw a blurry outline approach him, her.

“Damian, please I’m sorry,” Marinette pleads, attempting to pull him into a hug. He freezes.

He sees Joker approaching him, holding his wife’s severed head. 

He stands up abruptly, picking up his katana, and charging at Joker. He would pay for what he did. Marinette sees him clench his fist as she was standing up. As she was backing up he screams “YOU WILL PAY!” Before charging at her. She ducks under his swing.

Not too long after he started his attack, he got him. He stabbed Joker in the chest and dragged his katana down, splitting him open. A high pitched scream of agony rang in his ears, his vision shifted from a bloody Joker to his poor sweet Angel. She was dying, it was all his fault. He screams drops his katana, runs over to his wife, who is bleeding out, and rocks her body as he cries. He sends a distress signal to his family through his earpiece.

“Please Angel, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do this, please stay with me, you can’t leave,” he sobs.

A weak. “I love you, Damian,” comes from underneath him as she fights to keep breathing and her eye open. “I love you Angel but this isn’t goodbye, it can’t be,” he pleads, kissing her forehead as her gasps fo her last breath…

Not too long after, though it felt like forever, he heard the footfalls of his family.

“Robin, we received your distress signal, what’s the matter?” Nightwing asks, turning the corner of a storage bin. There he sees his little brother hunched over a detransformed bloodied Marinette.

“What happened!” they scream, running over to them. He just sobs in response.

“I don’t think there’s anything we can do,” Nightwing says softly.

“No no no no, this can’t be it, I love her I can’t, she didn’t deserve this,” he sobs as they, pick her up. One of his brothers takes Damian’s coil to wrap her up in.

He remembers being sent home so they could deal with her body. He went straight to the in house gym and beat on the punching bag for what seems like hours. The bag eventually falls with him following soon after. The next thing he knows he’s being dragged to the master bedroom he’s instructed to grab clothes and take a shower. He does as he’s told mindlessly. He takes a scorching hot shower to try and erase the feeling of blood. He gets out of the shower, his skin rubbed raw, and puts on the sweatpants, and grabs the shirt. Something falls out, a stick. He looks at the shirt, it has a picture of a nest and egg and reads “You’re going to have a baby bird!” With his shaking hands, he picks up the stick, it’s a pregnancy test, a positive pregnancy test. The bile rises in his throat as he throws up everything barely making it in the toilet. 

The time off from hero-ing, weird foods, and mood swings, though he would have never told her that.

He was going to be a father, and he ruined it. He ruined everything, he thought as the caretaker covered her final resting place with dirt. He hasn’t talked to his family and he doubts he will ever again. Everything went dark.

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Honestly, I blame @mlbchaosqueen. Hope you enjoyed.

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[krispydefendorpolice]

The Demon’s Bride (3)

So, I’m still working on the actual chapter while creating this tag list. Thank you all for showing interest. My wages have been paid.

So we are now wrapping up with the scene from @multifandomscribette and her posts “Gotham for Two”. I have spelunked through the works and found some of the original posts that inspired this what if in my brain before @mindfulmagics gave it a voice.

This post I am recommending “Fairy vs Angel” by @mochinek0 which really put this “huh I like this idea” bug in my head. Thank you. And Mademoiselle Mari by @inevitableenquere for helping to refine that bug. I am of course playing in this sandbox with very little “canon” knowledge...so here’s to having fun.

*Will be updating these with Hyperlinks as soon as I learn how :(

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Chapter 3

Marinette froze at the order. Not from obedience but from disbelief. She turned in his grip to look at the man holding her. He wasn’t quite a man, being smaller than the others, though he was still much bigger than her petite frame, she figured he was about her age. About two months older exactly if her ears weren’t deceiving her.

The domino mask did a lot to hide his identity. Masking his features and hiding easy identifiers such as eye color. But her eyes skirted over the mask towards his hairline and there...

At the corner of his left eye, half hidden by the mask and his hair, was a small, light silvery scar that stood out stronger against his darker skin.

She knew that scar. She had been the one to give it to him when they were kids. His features blurred as tears filled her eyes.

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The other bats shouted in alarm as the girl lunged into the youngest ones arms and, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she collapsed into sobs.

Batman and Red Hood stood in shock as their youngest was suddenly comforting a distraught girl. A girl who had minutes before been competently holding Red Hood and Red Robin in a veritable stalemate. That it was the youngest, who Hood still affectionately called Demon Spawn, doing the comforting was mind boggling.

Damian ignored his father and brothers as he focused on the girl in his arms. He knew he was facing an inquisition about this later, but right now he had Mari back. She was in his arms, crying her heart out, but alive. He didn’t know what miracle created this but he wasn’t going to question it. Not now.

Instead he tightened his grip on her as she sobbed about ‘him dying’ and ‘don’t wake up, please don’t wake up’ and focused all his senses on her, trusting that even if they didn’t understand, the rest of the Bats would have their backs in this moment. Damian buried his nose in her hair and yes, that was her smell, sugar and yeast and baking things and he had forgotten. How had he forgotten?

He blinked back the tears in his eyes, it was dust how dare you suggest anything else, and looked at Mari as she seemed to be calming down. She was looking back at him with eyes bluer than the bluest anything.

“What the Fuck, Demon Brat?” Jason broke the silence.

Mari flinched turning her attention back to the others. Standing she placed herself slightly between Damian and the others, not enough to block him from view (pft how could she, she’s so tiny?) but enough to obviously be a defensive move. With him squarely at her back.

Standing too, Damian just glared at Todd and his father who were the only one’s visible at the moment though he had no doubt Grayson and Drake were hanging out on the roof watching this. “Later,” he said to his father before grabbing Mari and the grappling gun from his belt. Firing it he tightened his grip on his personal angel and reeled it in pulling them away from the rest of the bat clan.

Mari didn’t say anything, just kept her hold on him as he bound across and between the rooftops of Gotham city. When he stopped he set her on her feet and, while waiting to see that she could stand on her own, he silenced his comms unit.

The two of them stood on a roof top in Gotham, city noises echoing off the buildings around them, staring at each other in silence. She was the first to break it.

“It really is you, isn’t it? I was told you died after...” she trailed off before starting over, “Please tell me this isn’t a dream and I’m going to wake up and you’re dead again?”

He frowned before removing his mask. Her eyes roamed over his face noting the changes time brought to the boy she remembered. His were doing the same, observing a face devoid of its baby fat, her eyes were red from crying but the blue was still a color he had no name for. He’d heard others compare them to precious stones or other flowery nonsense, but they were Mari’s eyes. They had no comparison.

“It’s me, Habibti,” he said taking the hand she lifted to trace over his features and held it against his cheek, “I’m real. Just as you are, and you’re here with me.”

They didn’t say anything more for a moment just relished that the other was here and alive. Taking a deep breath Damian took Mari’s hand and lead her to the edge of the roof where they sat so they could observe the city below them, the roofs around them and just talk.

“You didn’t expect to see me,” he made the observation first.

“No,” he didn’t expect an answer but Mari did anyways.

“So why are you In Gotham?”

“I’m on a field trip with my class,” she answered.

He frowned. Yes it had been years since he had seen her but she wasn’t usually so short with her answers. Long rambling dialogues were more her usual style. Unless she was hiding something?.

“Where is your class,” he asked as that thought came to him.

Mari sighed and frowned, not at him but more like she was unhappy with her answer. “They’re probably at the hotel by now.”

“Mari,” he growled. She glanced at him and he saw she could see he was So Done! with her evading the story.

She bobbed her head in understanding before turning to look at the city instead of at him. “I got left behind at the pizza parlor where we were having dinner and was walking back when someone started following me. I ducked into the alley and took him down before that friend of yours interfered. And well you know the rest from there.”

“Todd is one of my brothers.” He smiled at the memory of the scene he and Batman had entered to, “And I wish I could have seen you take him down, though seeing him held at gun point was a nice second.”

Mari rolled her eyes, “yeah well I don’t really think flipping and holding your brother hostage is going to endear me to him or any of them really. And should you be announcing their identities so casually?”

“Tt, it’s Todd’s own fault for underestimating you. Which I will point out every chance I get for the next year,” he smiled like the little brother with the good blackmail material he now was.

“I’ll ignore the fact you didn’t answer my question about identities. For now,” she said.

Damian smiled at her acknowledging he knew that she knew that he was avoiding that question.

“So now what,” she asked.

Damian looked up at the sky before answering. “I guess now it just depends on what you want to do?” He said.

Mari just looked at him waiting for him to explain.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye before answering. “I can take you back to the hotel you’re staying at tonight. Tomorrow I come over and pick you up and we talk to the others over dinner.”

“Or...?” She asked.

“Or I can take you to the others now and we explain tonight,” he said.

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Okay, hopefully I get everyone in this taglist. Oh my... I had to readjust this list since more people asked to be tagged before I could post. I’m hoping I’m catching you all. Let me know if I’m missing you still.

@zebrabaker @poshplumcot @tog84 @luciferge @sonif50 @ravennightingaleandavatempus @northernbluetongue @actual-disaster-human @clumsy-owl-4178 @aarushi-03 @bluerosette23 @g-arya @moonyloonyx @fertileleaf @shreky-boi @thanks-captain-obvious @mochinek0 @panda3506 @hinata3487 @thequestionablyhuman @dontgiveaflyinflip @dast218 @chocolatecatstheron @asianfrustration13 @slytherinsheashire @weird-pale-blonde-person @yin-390 @mycupisbroken @vixen-uchiha @kuroko26 @autisticlinx @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @mariae2900

#daminette #maribat #marinette x damian #Betrothed AU #The Demon’s Bride #still need that help

[thanks-captain-obvious]

How Damian Realized He Loves Marienette: Part 2

Okay. First off, I watched Frozen 2 yesterday and attended gazillion parties this past few days soo the update is late l. Apoarently, a lot of people I know just turned 18. Wow. I feel so ancient.

Anyway, here's the tag's list :)

@maribat-owns-my-ass @bluerosette23 @novicevoice @vixen-uchiha @ladysblackcat @vivilakitty @elspethshadow @dawnwave16 @jardimazul @schrodingers25 @theyellowfeverexperience @derpingrainbow @mikantsume

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Its been a week since Damian woke up at the manor after that fateful night. Bruce grounded him for acting so foolishly. Thus, no night escapades for him for a month.

Damian didn't really care. He does what he wants.

Meanwhile, Jon is telling him about this cute girl who works at a massage parlor his mother frequents to. Her name is Adrienne Wang.

Damian, after much begging, pestering, convincing from Jon decided to share the story about "Blue", as he dubbed the girl at the park.

He shared about the graceful way she move along with the wind as she owns it, and the blueness of her eyes that could rival the oceans and sky.

Anyway, Jon introduced "Adrienne" to Damian. Damian immediately sensed that there's more to this Adrienne than meets the eye.

And he hates secrets. Secrets are unoredictable. They could harm you, so he immediately warned Jon about Damian.

Jon looked at him funny when he said that.

Imagine his surprise when he got home one day and found Adrienne wandering around the manor.

His immediate thought is: Did Father adopted.... her?

He found out later that he didn't. And thank goodness he confronted his father about it, Bruce admitted he's seriously considering it. Damian revealed his suspicions of Adrienne.

But Bruce dismissed him, saying that Adrienne is an orphan from China, and will be Alfred's personal physical therapist from now on.

Damian couldn't believe his father so he turned to his siblings, turning to Jason first.

Jason adores Adrienne from head to toe.

So is Tim.

And Dick. Who is not surprising because he adores pretty much everyone.

So Damian felt that it is up to him to find out about this Adrienne Wang.

He made no secret of his distrust to Adrienne. Which the girl ignored.

Meanwhile, Damian decided to investigate about Blue as well. For research purposes. Its not like he's undergoing the usual stalking your crush phase. No sir. He is a Wayne and an Al Ghul. Stalking like that is not his thing.

One night, however, during patrol, the Joker decided its too quiet in Gotham and a good shaking the neighborhood is in proper order.

Robin sensed it before he saw it. A crowbar to the head, aimed to give him a painful but instant death.

He glanced around and saw his father running towards him. Damian knows Batman will not make it right on time to save him.

His brothers staring in horror, as absolute dread loomed on their chests.

He turned around and close his eyes, accepting his death.

Which never came.

Because in a blur, a figure tackled the person trying to kill him. He saw as his savior and attacker fall on the floor.

In a jolt, he recognized the petite figure of Adrienne Wang.

He rushed to get the girl on her feet. Though still shaken up, he made sure that the girl is safe and away from the chaos. He gave her a curt "Thank you." before leaving.

Later, in the manor, the Batfam discussed what happened and his brothers and father agreed to offer a room for Adrienne at the manor.

To their surprise, Adrienne refused and almost scurried away from them as if they threatened her life.

Bruce decided to give her a pay raise at least.

It still changed a lot of dynamics in their circle though. Damian, not understanding her and feeling guilty for being suspicious of her before, started to pick more fight with her.

Jason is strongly on Adrienne's side, thus sowing a resentment between the two.

Blue completely disappeared from Damian's mind as his full attention has been focused to finding out the truth about Adrienne.

Damian has been seriously grounded after a big fight with Adrienne. He said something that the usual calm and poised Adrienne took offense to, and run off on the verge of tears from the manor.

He realized he's been such an a-hole to Adrienne and decided to make peace with her the next time he see her, and wait for her to open up about her past instead of going behind her back.

Adrienne did not show to the manor for a month. Jason keep shooting glares at him and even though the others does not do it openly, he still felt their disappointment to him.

Somehow, the next time he saw her is while Scarecrow is wreacking havoc on Gotham.

And once again, Adrienne saved Damian Wayne.

He watched in horror as Adrienne fell oh her knees, after inhaling Scarecrows fear toxin, and sob. No tears leaked out of her eyes but the empy blankness in her eyed, sent him in panic.

Just what is Adrienne's worst nightmare?

She kept whimpering and muttering under her breath. When he strained his ears to focus on it, he heard her say... Adrienne over and over again? Why was she muttering her name.

The Batfam found them later and Bruce gave her an antidote.

Adrienne remained shakened up. The Batfam is in panic.

While sleeping, Adrienne screamed. Everyone quickly dashed on her room and saw the most heartbreaking sight they saw.

Vases broken, everything trashed on the room, and in the middle of it is Adrienned who keeps screaming "Chat Noir please wake up."

Bruce investigated who is Chat Noir and saw articles about a young black cat-themed superhero who died fighting a villain, and his partner who disappeared after the villain is arrested.

At the same time, he found out about the missing child of Gabriel Agreste, who is the villain otherwise known as Hawkmoth.

And on one of investigation, he saw a picture of a girl who looks exactly like Adrienne— and her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Bruce then managed to put two plus two together. Chat Noir is Adrien and apparently, Adrienne, or Marinette should he say, is close to the superhero.

He tried to investigate about the whereabouts of this Marinette, and found nothing. The last he saw is her application for passport to America— specifically, Gotham.

Alfred convinced him not to mention it to the girl in the meantime.

Damian heard his father and Alfred discussing and thus, finding out the truth as well.

He then vowed to himself to protect Marinette, the girl who became a sort of guardian angel with the amount of times she saved him.

When she woke up, he would keep checking on her and attending to her needs. He even started calling her Angel.

A few days later, Adrienne come clean to the Batfam about her real name. She explained everything to them, minus she's a superhero part. She felt that revealing her real name to them is too much as it is.

Anyway, the bond between Marinette and Damian formed and over the course of few weeks, everyone can't help but notice how Damian will light up (which spook his brothers at first) upon seeing Marinette.

Yo pips that's all for today. I'm tired again. Lol.

#damian al ghul #damian wayne #marinette x damian #daminette #marinette cheng #marinette dupain cheng #ml marinette #maribat #daminette fanart #daminette sort of fanfic

[sunbellylou]

ask for writers !!

thank you @tomlinvelvetfics​ for tagging me! and thank you @soldouthaz for making this tag!

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted: i’ve been writing for years now, i started with het (ew!) 1d fics in portuguese back in 2011, it was actually those little imagines we used to write, don’t know if anyone remembers hehe. i posted them on a facebook page i was part of and i remember the first thingy i wrote was something with niall, but i really don’t remember any details (but was probably bad as heck since i was 11).

my first larry fic i probably wrote around 2012 when i found out the gay fanfics world haha, i don’t remember what it was or anything tbh, in my head i always wrote and posted gay fanfic.

my first fanfic in english was a little one shot (like 400 words honestly), it was a translation of a previous work i wrote portuguese. i posted it a year and a half ago and it’s called playground love (please don’t look).

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?:  i usually write from harry’s pov because i love love l o v e describing louis and how angelic he is, so usually i tend to see louis as this ethereal ish character, cause it’s usually about harry falling in love with him. so whether i like it or no, i tend to be closer to harry’s characters in my fics, i always like to put a bit of myself on him and make the character real, you know?

3. where do you often find inspiration?: honestly? anything! i’ve written fics inspired by tumblr posts, tweets, pictures, songs, movies, things that happened in my real life, books. i literally wrote a pwp because i couldn’t stop thinking about leather pants (go read my robin hood au).

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?: in the beginning it was really helping me, i’d stay up till 4am everyday just writing like crazy, but then i got into the worst writer’s block and didn’t write shit for months. (and of course right when i started getting new ideas, i started working so i have no free time).

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence? always listen to music, all the time. i can’t do anything without music. mostly because my brain is a mess and music helps me concentrate. i usually go for some chill songs, some indie pop and stuff.

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?: oh my god, when i’m writing and two or more paragraphs start with the same word, one after the other. it drives me crazy!!!! and sometimes i spend hours looking for ways to word differently the sentences, just so i don’t have two paragraphs starting with “the”.

also when my paragraphs are two (or one) lines long, i can’t! it has to have three or more lines.

7. describe your ideal writing setup: at the dining table, in the middle of the night, with some soft music playing in the background and some popcorn with me!

8. favorite time of day to write?: well, just said it hehe i like writing at night.

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?: woah, that’s tough because i literally write any genres! i really love writing fantasy and horror stuff, but i feel like it’s not really well accepted in the fandom? (spec horror). and when people like it, they only read from bigger authors so i usually keep myself from writing those. aaand tbh i probably already wrote most of fic genres out there, so there isn’t much left to try.

10. do you struggle with writer’s block? how do you typically overcome it?  i’m writer’s block bitch and i do not know how to overcome her

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult? outlining tbh, i usually don’t (and it comes back to kick me in the ass). i always have too many ideas at the same time and can’t stick to one, so outlining and finding the right plot is really hard.

12. how do you come up with original characters? (if applicable): lately i haven’t really had the chance to come up with ocs, but when i wrote original books (not fanfics and stuff), i usually started with the gender and one outstanding personality trait and went from there.

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word?  i love the words ethereal and breeze, omg you’ll find them A LOT on my fics. and my least favorite word is growl.

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?: i think i describe the vibez in the scene really well, it’s my favorite thing to do. and i need to work more on building my sentences, because theyre always supermessy.

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?:  definitely the fic i’m working on right now! i’m putting so much work on the world building since it’s a fantasy fic, so i’m planning every little detail about it. i hope other people like it too when they read it !!

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?: comic sans, 12pt, single spaced. don’t come at me.

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?: because english isn’t my first language, i always change like ‘th’ for ‘d’ (because it has a similar sound in portuguese), so catch me typing ‘de’ instead of ‘the’ or ‘dey’ instead of ‘they’.

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?: i didn’t understand the question so i’m pretending i never read it hehe

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?: my favorite to write is probably,,, love/adoration, like harry looking at louis like he’s the whole world and thinking about how amazing he is? i love it.

and the most difficult is probably anger, i find it really hard to write like fights and stuff like that because usually i make the characters sound more sad than angry.

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?: i never thought about that but,,, i hope they start finding joy in small things that happen in their day. that’s something i use a lot in my fics and i think it’s very important to bring it to real life. like enjoy that late night tea, showering in the morning, spending a summer day in the house, cleaning, etc.

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?: i think the best advice is one i got from someone i no longer talk to, they told me this when i first started writing in english and it is to stop trying to write fancy or like native english speakers, because it’s much better to write simple sentences that i’m confident about than write sentences with words i barely know how to use.

and the worst advice is TO OUTLINE! i know i should maybe i dont know but leave me alone, i hate outlining bye

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?:  ok so,,, it’s a book i wrote like three years ago with original characters. it’s called great evil and i wrote it in portuguese. it’s full of violence and acid humor, about a very evil and sarcastic demon and an angry hunter. (one day i’ll translate that book and turn it into a larry fic)

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?: chronologically. always

24. how do you handle criticism?: really bad. please be careful with what words you use. i’m already really hard on myself when it comes to my writing, so sometimes someone says something and (it might be dramatic but) i feel my world crumbling and i want to stop writing right away.

25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?:  just,,, do it. there’s no right or wrong way to do it. there’s no such thing as too much or too little, bad or good plots. every idea is a good idea. write it for yourself, write something you like. go ahead and just do it. there’s always someone out there who will enjoy your work, no matter what.

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?: any comments make my day tbh, if you comment on my fic i’ll be forever grateful and will be smiling like a fool the whole day. honestly, even a “omg i loved it” comment can make my day.

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend?: the one i’m writing 100%, please i want to live in a fantasy world. i wanna live in the water kingdom and have faerie louis as my king please.

and i’d like to befriend louis from my fic kiss me in your chevrolet, he’s a sweetheart and i must protecc.

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?: anything! i rarely get asks so anything is good hehe

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?: it’s such a big part of my life, i spent all my teenage years writing and it really is what built my personality. it helped me being more creative with all aspects of my life and take life lightly, enjoy little things and moments. 

30. why do you write?: i just love having ideas and putting out there, playing with words and finding new ways to describe daily things.

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote:

The path through the dense forest, covered in slippery rocks and burning trees is already difficult enough, but it becomes ten times worse when you’re being pestered by small, demonic creatures. 

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about:

i’m honestly only working on one fic right now and i’m super duper excited about it

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of:

"I mean, I still don't plan on watching Star Wars, so…" 

The boy groans playfully, throwing his head back and Louis' eyes are suddenly really interested in the column of the guy's throat. 

"Americans really have no culture." He shoulders Louis slightly, warmth spreading through Louis' dainty shoulder and making him trip to the side lightly. With a faux outraged scoff, Louis waves a dismissing hand. 

“What do British people know about culture? All you do is drink tea and talk about the weather all day,” Louis teases with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Also, Star Wars is American, just so you know.” He rolled his eyes playfully, feeling surprisingly comfortable in his presence.

Skater Boy sighs comically, shaking his head, his wavy locks falling gracefully on the sides of his face and Louis can’t stop thinking about how soft his hair must be. 

“You got me there.”

not posted but i kinda like it (i’m not really good with dialogues, so it was really hard to find one lmao)

4a. share the best first and last lines from your work(s): I will do only those that are already published:

best first lines are from a halloween fic i never finished: 

Louis’ blue eyes snap open. His heart pounds fast inside his rib cage, making something as easy as breathing almost impossible. Sweat drenches his body and he feels like drowning. He feels too awake and wary as his breathing calms down, as well as his grips on the sheets under him loosen.

best last lines are from my 2019 BLFF there’s more than one place to call home: 

Their life was utter chaos, and they were definitely complete opposites, and sometimes Harry wished Louis would just shut the hell up, but at the same time, Harry wouldn’t change a single thing about his life, because he had Louis, and that was all that mattered to him. 

5a. link the last fic you read: it was the devil's in the details by @raspberryoatss​

6a. link the last work you published: you could take a lick (but it’s too cold to bite me)

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable): cinnamons

8a. someone that inspires you: louis hehe 

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year: tbh i don’t read a lot of fics, but there’s this work a friend of mine wrote. it was in portuguese and she ended up deleting it but it’s amazing.

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag! @bottomlwt @raspberryoatss 

[otpnessmess]

Daminette December Day 5: “Fire”

Guess who decided to completely forgo studying to write instead :D For those who asked for more backstory on Day 2, here it is! It can still be read on its own, however. There’s also mention of a car crash near the middle, nothing long or explicit but I’d rather be safe than sorry. Now, enjoy!

Ao3 - Masterlist

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Marinette had always loved fire. Dangerous as it was, what with being able to consume entire rooms in seconds or entire forests in very few hours when it wasn’t controlled, it brought good memories to her. 

When she was a child, her parents used to take her camping during the summer holidays. They would close down the bakery for a week and camp out in the countryside. She would help her papa collect materials to make a campfire, making a circle with rocks, and piling the logs, sticks, and pinecones they had found in the middle of it. Her favorite part was always seeing it lit up. The blue and orange flames hypnotized her, the crackling sound of burning wood lulling her into a calm state. After they finished setting it up, the three of them would sit in front of it at night and sing happily, her dad occasionally adding more wood. They did that until it was time to have dinner or go to bed.

Marinette had fond memories of those times. 

She also associated fire with the smell of home. The giant oven where her parents cooked the bread every morning made its wonderful smell spread throughout the whole building, and she loved it when they let her look at it while it was being cooked. The little girl simply found herself drawn in by the intricate patterns of the fire, even if trying to commit them to memory was futile, as they kept disappearing into thin air before she could. 

One of the first dresses she had designed, when she was 12 years old, had been a homage to this particular aspect of her childhood. A beautiful gown with several tulle layers that tried to emulate the color range of the flames. Reds and oranges and yellows with very delicate touches of blue made up the skirt, while the top was a deep red corset with an asymmetric neckline. Young Mari had been very proud, and had made that dress as soon as she had been able to save up money to buy the materials she needed.

These were some of the main reasons why Marinette liked fire so much. 

But it’s well known that an innumerable amount of good can always meet its demise in the hands of one single bad thing. 

No matter how many compliments you receive on your outfit for the day, the one mean comment from that person that doesn’t like you will be the one to stick with you.

You can do several good deeds and favors to people. They will always resent the one time you couldn’t help them.

No matter how many good memories you associate with something, how pure the feelings you attach to it are. One bad experience will bring it crashing down.

And crash it did.

The smell of singed flesh and smoke was making Marinette dizzy. She couldn’t see anything but she could hear screams and calls for help. Was that her maman? She wasn’t able to tell. Where was her papa? He had been driving when a car derailed from the next lane over, colliding straight into the side of their car where Marinette was leaning against the window. 

Her body was screaming at her to move, to get away from the intense heat surrounding her, yet it hadn’t been able to. 

Mari thought she could hear someone calling for her, telling her to hang in there. She was trying her best, but the smoke was filling her lungs and she could feel the agonizing pain from her burnt skin. Turned out, trying her best wasn’t nearly enough, and the girl lost consciousness not long after.

Only to immediately wake up again with a scream.

Breathing heavily she tried to move her hands around to check where she was and started panicking a little when she couldn’t. She noticed something was holding her down and tried to squirm her way out of it.

“Shh, Angel. It’s okay, it’s just me.”

That voice made Marinette quickly snap back to reality. The something now felt like two very familiar strong arms, and they were gently holding her close in a tight hug.

“Damian…” She finally breathed out and relaxed against him, letting the warmth of his body seep into hers. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. It’s only 2, and you know I wouldn’t let you wake up from one of those nightmares alone.” Her boyfriend was trying to soothe her by running his fingers through his hair. “Was it the same one again?”

Marinette weakly nodded, still burrowing her face on his chest. Her little birdie smelled like home, a mix of his cologne and the baked treats Mari gifted him with every day. She knew she was safe with him.

Damian hated seeing his love like this, terrified and curled in on herself. It made him feel small and useless. Even if living together now let him be there for her every night, helping her settle back down and fall asleep again, he was powerless against the nightmares. They would keep on coming no matter what they tried to do. Provided, they had become much less frequent after she had agreed to start seeing a therapist (she had smacked him with a wooden spoon when he tried suggesting it that way, perhaps he shouldn’t have snickered), but they hadn’t been completely eradicated.

“Stop that. " Marinette could almost hear all of his thoughts spiraling down, as they always did whenever something happened that he couldn't fix. She felt slightly guilty about making her boyfriend so worried, but at least it wasn't as bad as it once was. Damian's reassurances that he didn't mind staying up with her whenever those awful dreams of hers didn't allow her to fall back asleep had managed to diminish the urges to bottle it up so she wouldn't bother him. 

Mari carefully cupped his face and used her fingers to ease the lines on his face. "If you keep frowning like that you'll get so many wrinkles before you're 25, birdy. It's not worth it."

"I was frowning 24/7 by the time I was 10, Angel. It's a little bit late for that." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, burrowing them further under the covers. Marinette had yet to let go of his face, but he knew what she was trying to do and closed his eyes. "Like what you see, Nette?"

As he received a rewarding giggle, the man felt himself completely relax under her delicate fingertips, her hands tracing the lines of his face in adoration. Mari would do this all the time after she found out it calmed him down. 

"Actually yes, even if my eyes have never been able to see you, my hands know you well. You know you're beautiful, mon petit oiseau. Have I not told you that enough?" She ran her fingers delicately over his lips before stealing a sweet kiss. "I love you Dami."

Marinette was aware that uttering those magic words usually made Damian forget about everything else and just focus on fighting her over who could give the other more affection. Lo and behold, this led to a war of kisses that had them rolling around in bed laughing. His favorite spot to leave kisses had always been her neck, and he enjoyed teasing her way too much. 

"That tickles! Ahhh, stop!" The giggles and whines echoed off the walls of their shared bedroom and Damian relented and let her go. Though not before kissing her once again on those lovely pink lips of hers. 

"Aww, you're no fun, Angel." He settled back under the covers while stroking her hair. 

"Don't think I forgot about what happened the last time you had too much fun, mister, Chloé said my neck looked like a murder scene and laughed for an hour before helping me fix it." 

"That wasn't my fault, You looked too beautiful and I couldn't resist." He pouted more out of habit than anything. Around the time they had started to become close, he had unknowingly started to mimic Marinette's expressions, at least until one of his brothers pointed it out, and now it just stuck with him. 

"Sure you were, you giant baby. I don't understand how anyone could think you're dangerous, you're a softie." 

Well, in all truth, she did know how. One of the reasons she loved it when they were alone was because he was so carefree then, he didn't have to cater to any kind of reputation. Damian didn't need to be Talia Al Ghul's son, or Bruce Wayne's son, or even Robin. He was just Damian. A guy a little bit rough around the edges, but devoted to Marinette in every way. Just as she was to him. 

"Only for you, Nette. Only for you."

Long forgotten were the nightmares and the fire in Marinette's mind, and as she snuggled closer to Damian's chest, letting his heartbeat lull her back to a (hopefully) peaceful sleep, the last thing she heard was a soft "I love you too Habibti. Always."

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That’s it for day 5! Thank you for reading, and let me know what you thought of it! Also, I love all of your lovely comments and I cannot express how happy they make me. Love you all <3

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[melyaliz]

Like You

Fandom: DC 

Summary: They would always have the others back. It was just who they were. 

Pairing: Tim Drake x Oc 

Notes: Honestly, this has no plot and isn’t very smooth or that good. But I wanted some Tim and Faith. 

More on my OC Faith 

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“Well fancy meeting you here” 

Faith couldn’t help but smile as she turned to see Tim standing over her. His hands folded over his chest a ghost of a smile on his face. Trying to be serious and cool but Faith knew better. Dressed in his robin costume she knew he was checking up on her. Making sure she wasn’t getting into too much trouble.

Problem was, she was always getting into too much trouble. 

It wasn’t her fault really. It just found her. 

After she went looking for it. 

“Good ol’ uncle batman send you?” 

“No, I have actually been trailing this gang for a while. Why are you here.” 

“Luck?” 

He folded his arms over his chest, not buying it. Which made sense because while her uncle may be the world’s best detective. Faith was not.

“You fell asleep at your computer.” she grinned up sheepishly. When he didn’t respond she shrugged, “What? They don’t call me the Guardian Angel for nothin’. I’m here to have our back.” 

That earned her a smile. “Which is why I found you first.” 

Quid pro quo. Those two were always trading off who was bailing the other out of trouble. They always had the others back, no matter what. Tim was slowly learning that “no matter what” - when it came to Faith- went a bit deeper than he wanted to admit. It was a silent vow that he didn’t really want to push really. Because he had a feeling she might go with him somewhere he couldn’t get her back from. A place he accidentally led her to. 

It was one of the reasons he always hesitated to bring her along.

But they also worked so well together. 

Standing over the broken bodies Faith grabbed Tim’s hand looking up at him. “Cops are on their way. And look what I got” she held up her burner phone to show him a pixilated image of the gang members all nicely piled up around the bags of cocaine they there dealing. The smallest was on the top of the pile with a little bow on his head. 

Where she had gotten the bow Tim had no idea. 

The sound of sirens was their cue to split. Tim wrapping his arm around Faith’s waist as he grappled them out the window landing on the roof. Slipping out of his grip Faith lept off the building using her own battering to swing across the street. Tim followed knowing this game all too well. 

Who could do the craziest trick before they got to their destination? 

Soon they settled themselves on the roof of a building just far enough away they could watch their handiwork being lead away without being seen. Should have brought popcorn.

“Gummie Bears?” 

“Where did you?” Tim looked down at the small bag Faith was holding up.

“That guy who owns the convenience store, he always gives me snacks.” 

Tim couldn’t help but chuckle as he took one popping it in his mouth. Of course, that guy gave her snacks. He was like her little lookout. Always texting her burner phone about anything going down in his aria. 

They both lapsed into silence. Lost in their own thoughts as they shared a sweet and sour snack. For a moment it felt like they were alone in the world. Just the two of them sitting on the ledge of a building looking over a city of lights. 

Faith let out a soft giggle. Breaking the silence as she pulled her knees to her chest.

Tim couldn’t take his eyes off her, she was glowing. 

Which wasn’t new. He had seen this before. That soft glow that seemed to envelop her after a mission. Especially these kinds. The small takedowns. The ones that helped the locals, made their neighborhoods safer. The ones that locked away those who would be so others didn’t have to hide in fear. 

What? She asked looking up at him. Big brown eyes shining brightly in a sparkling city of lights below them.

She was always there, smiling and laughing. Loyal to a fault. 

A loyalty he didn’t deserve.  

He was going to kiss her. If not now then when? This brain still buzzing slightly with the aftermath of adrenalin from the fight. His heart matching that humming as he drew closer. His whole body felt like it was filled with electricity. Maybe he was glowing just like she did. Maybe she was giving him some of her light.

"Tim?" 

"Hum?" He hummed his eyes half-lidded swept up in the moment.  

"Do you think I will ever be able to be like you?"

He pulled away from the moment shifting so quickly it made his head spin. The currents that had been lighting him up fizzling out with a pop as if a balloon of cold water had just burst above him, "what?"

"You just, your always so confidant and sure of yourself. You can do amazing things and your smart... How can I get there. I want to get there. I want to be as good as you are."

She was an angel from heaven and everyone she touched lit up. She was comfortable in any room truly able to be herself. Always silly and always so... Raw. 

He wanted to say as much. Wanted to point out that she had turned her own little corner of Gotham into a safe and beautiful place. How the people there respected… no loved her. How she was more than a mask to them. She was one of them. 

She wasn’t a symbol of hope like Batman was. She was a symbol light. Proof that if a small girl with a smile could do good so could anyone else. 

So many words and thoughts caught up in his brain getting lost on the way to his mouth. Dying on the journey to reality. 

Why would she want to be him when she could be her? 

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[kuroko26]

Everyone has a weakness

Achilles had his heel, Superman has kryptonite, for kinecelerans it was electricity, etc....

And of course, Edwin Nigma was no exception.

The somewhat obscure son of famous villain, The Riddler, Edward had a penchant for riddles and puzzles, green in many tones and obviously, crime.

The younger Nigma mostly focused on stealing whatever stroke him fancy, like money, the lastest technology, jewelry and fancy clothing. He did use riddles on his heist from time to time but more than trying to prove he was the smartest cookie, he seemed to use his puzzling gifts to settle vendetta against whoever slighted him, perceived or real.

He had been caught before of course! But the boy never made it easy, putting quite the effort in athletics and gymnastics just for the sake of escaping never giving up unless it was the Batfam though given recent events, he had started to fight back, a tad fiercely if a certain Robin was involved...

With cops, he just dedicated to whine in a very, very loud, drawling and annoying way until they let him go or he just found a way out of the handcuffs on his own then ran like hell out of the car...the cops were getting good at resisting though...

But nothing would have prepared those who witnessed it for what they were about to watch.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

"Jackpot!" A giggling voice exclaimed while running away with the recent loot of two electronic stores and a jewelry. A plan carefully and beautifully timed that would make clock king envious!

But as expected, a bunch of pesky bats wouldn't leave him alone, especially his love rival! But he was prepared this time and it was all working in his favor!

"Edwin!"

The green hooded delinquent stopped right on his track at the sound of a voice, the voice of his beloved!

"My Paradox! Fancy meeting you here!"

The blue eyed girl that stood before the Puzzler irradiated a strong presence for such small frame. She didn't look pleased with the little thief and the goods he carried.

"We have talked about this before Edwin..."

"But-"

"Edwin! You're going to put those stolen goods right where they used to be!"

"*whines* I don't want to my paradox!" The green clad teenager tried to fight back, knowing it was a losing battle.

"Is not right! I've told you many times!"

"*mumbling* says the girl that snatches cellphones like nothing"

"Did you say something honey?" To anyone it would like like a harmless question but those present, in light or in shadows, could tell they were charged with a strong forewarning...

"No my sweetheart" he replies, sweating a bit when the lightbulb just went on!

"But what about this?" Edwin showed a nice and expensive looking necklace to the black haired girl in hopes of convincing to let him keep the stuff and to give her a gift as he hadn't done so in a while and he wanted to badly. He couldn't let Wayne gain territory in his sweetheart's heart!

Marinette took the necklace and examined it, while admiring it's beauty. An excellent job was done on it's creation.

"It's really pretty but you're still returning all the stolen goods"

"Damn it"

There was nothing else he could do. He had to do what his beloved ordered whether he liked it or not.

The rest of the Batfam stood there watching the scene unfold from beginning to end not being able to completely understand what just happened.

Red Hood however, knew how to express that sentiment.

"What the fuck?"

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Extra:

Batman, Robin and Red Hood finally decided to make appearance to escort Marinette while she made Edwin return the stolen goods in case he decided to try something. A notion that offended said Puzzler because he would never, ever do anything to harm his beloved paradox in purpose.

"That's my angel" he heard Robin mutter proudly, irritating him to no end.

"She's not your angel you twit!"

"She's not your paradox either you moron!

Marinette actually got the two of them to shut up and finish the job and that's when it clicked to the heroes who this girl was to Damian and Edwin.

"She's the girl the Demon Spawn won't shut up about!"

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

Hope you liked it! Not sure who should I tag in this but here: @ozmav @kelelamentia I think....

Also, The Puzzler is not my character just to let you know.

See ya!

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[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Abracadabra, Part I. (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 6.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

A/N: I WAS SO THRILLED FOR THIS CHAPTER BCS IT STARTED THE SERIES IN MY HEAD BOI.

Tagging: @charmed-asylum​

Warnings: Steve Harrington being a fucking dork and lovely boy. 

Word count: 2.5 K

Master list: The Eighties Blasts Collection

The other morning, Steve got up with a burst of sudden, strange energy. He was in such a good mood that he couldn't express it out loud. It was a morning routine - hop into a shower, take some clothes on and have a good breakfast.

Then his dad told him that he's one of the biggest disappointments in his life, just like every morning, and then his mom told him not to take it personally. That morning, he truly wasn't taking those words personally at all.

He ran off the house to his car, picking an old walkie-talkie from under his seat. It was Thursday morning, but the holiday has started, so Dustin had a day off and Steve really needed his help on this one.

"Hey, dingus. Steve here, do you copy?" - He asked while he put a seatbelt around him. Of course, Dustin copied - be never turned off his walkie-talkie because he was ready for code red at basically any moment. But to say that he was pleased to hear Steve was truly far from the truth.

"What the hell do you want? It's like... Eight in the morning and I'm on my holiday. You should go back to sleep, Harrington." - Dustin mumbled back with a sleepy voice.

"I need your help on this one. Pick up your damn ass and meet me in the shop at twenty. It's important. Steve's signing off." - Steve threw the walkie-talkie back on the passenger's seat and because Dustin knew that he never turns that damn talkie off, he continued with talking to Steve.

"If you won't take me something to eat, I'm not coming. Over." - And with that, the radio waves went silent. Steve did as Dustin required to get his help - he bought him morning menu in local KFC, took one to Robin as well, and then drove to his job.

He was actually dancing to the music playing in his car while waiting for the green light to come on. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. And he even waved at some ladies walking on the pavement. He was wearing his sunglasses and chewing on a gum - he was feeling truly flawless. 

“Why the hell are you so loud?” - Robin growled from taking a nap on the counter next to Dustin with her eyes closed. They both looked equally dead, but that was anything that would ruin Steve’s good mood.

“Because I am a man with a plan and I took you some KFC. Now get up your lazy asses and listen up.” - He threw the bags on the counter and drummed a short melody with his palms into the glass. He bit on his lower lip, still smiling. 

“I will maybe take you seriously when you'll take those sunglasses off. Its November and you're inside a shop, idiot.” - Robin rose up her head to look at Steve with dark circles under her eyes. She looked like a mess, that was for sure. But Steve slowly took his glasses off and Dustin finally gripped his breakfast. That boy was basically starving. 

“Talk. If you don't finish before I eat everything, I'm going home. Ready, set, go.” - Dustin told to Steve coldly, starting to eat. Steve rose his eyebrows, laughing unbelievably - he knew he has to be quick. Dustin was like a bulldozer when it came to KFC.

“I want to impress a certain lady and you are both going to help me.” - Steve said nonchalantly and that was the moment when Dustin stopped eating and concentrated on Steve and Steve only. 

“Let's make it clear, we are talking about Hopper.” - Robin sighed and stood up. - “You think that you, Steve, can impress a big city lady like Y/N? Don't take me wrong, I'm not laughing at you, for now, I'm just... Interested.” 

“See? That's the whole problem. And I think that its time for Dustin to pay me back and to give me some tips. To think about them.” - Steve leaned his elbow into the counter, watching Dustin intensely. Dustin rose up his eyebrows and asking Steve if he's actually serious.

“Pay you back for what?” - Dustin squealed out. 

“For all the good pro tips I gave you to win the game with Suzie, man.” - Steve said like if it wasn't completely serious. It was a red code situation in Steves's opinion. When he held you in his arms, watching Hawkins, he realized that maybe Robins teasing wasn't out of the way completely. You were interesting and dangerous, and to his own surprise, he may... Liked that?

Listen. Steve was thinking for a good portion of his night about you, your common childhood memories and he even went so far with the nostalgia that he opened up the album to look at the photos. He wasn't exactly crazy for you, but he felt good in your company and every time he met you downtown, it made his day ten times better.

That was something to start off, right? He heard that when you like someone, you didn't have to fall as hard as he fell for Nancy. This could've been his mind telling him that maybe... There's something more about that Hopper girl.

“For all the tips that weren't working at all, Steve? You forget that you’re not the popular guy anymore and you forgot that it isn't anything bad not to be the cool one. It's actually pretty normal to be normal.” - Dustin almost yelled at him a quick lecture and Steve rolled his eyes so hard that they almost touched his brain. 

“I know, I know. So now it is your turn to tell me something you think that works with ladies so we can test it out. What do you say?” - Steve's fist-bumped Dustin's shoulder lightly. He was smiling at him playfully. Dustin slowly put down his breakfast again, looking at Steve from below the peak of his cap with a serious face. 

“But you will take my every word as the holy text, do you understand?” - Dustin reached out his palm for steve to shake it. - “Do you have cards here?”

“Cards?” - Robin looked at Dustin and her expression was saying only I am surrounded by idiots and children.

“Oh, don't lie to me now. You must play solitaire or other card games when you have a long day at work. Where are they?” - Dustin frowned at Robin and she kneeled down to search through the cabinets under the counter. 

“I found Keith's poker cards. Is that enough?” - She mumbled with her head shoved under the counter. 

“More than enough, Robin. Now, you watch and learn, Steve Harrington, because this is the key to learn a girl's heart.” - Dustin massaged his knuckles and smiled at Steve who was looking at Dustin with his eye opened up like he was internally screaming What have I done?

Your day in the office, that was a different cup of tea. You barely slept the night before and chief wanted you to concentrate on re-writing some things in a case file that was currently going on. Normally, you would be interested even in the boring Hawkins cases, but at the moment, you were falling asleep hard.

You already drank a cup of strong black coffee, even if Flo wasn't supporting it at the slightest, but at that moment, it was around one p.m., your face was pressed into your palms and you were snoring lightly. And the boys let you, because they liked you overall and really, there wasn't much to do.

So that was why you almost yelled when Franklin was shooking your shoulder carefully.

“Hey. Hey. Easy with those hands, miss.” - Franklin chuckled, letting you to lean into the chair and to let you yawn loudly.

“Sorry, Frank. What do you need?” - You mumbled, trying to massage your eyes so you could actually see something.

“Robin Buckley from the Blockbuster Video called and asked if you can see her on the lunch pause.” - He patted your shoulder. - “Go and take some time off, I'll finish that file. Deal?” - Frank had actually some puppy eyes for you, he like you. He wanted to hit it off with you as the time would pass; he was only four years older than you after all. 

“Is there an emergency?” - You choked up, standing up immediately, taking Hopper’s old jacket on your shoulders, tying your hair up in a ponytail.

“No. They just want to chat apparently.” - Frank winked at you. So you drove to the video shop in your old Chevy, yawning the whole way, stopping outside of it. 

For the love of God, you could say that something is going on from the first moment your eyes laid on Steve in front of the counter. He was nervous as a little girl; naturally, you got worried. What if something actually happened?

You opened the door at a fast pace only to Abracadabra by the Steve Miller Band start to basically yell into your ear. You touched the revolver on your belt, looking at every one of them like a freaked out dear in cars headlights. 

Steve slowly made his way to you, apparently doing some magic trick with cards. You opened up your mouth and watched Steve like a total imbecile he apparently was at that very moment. What the fuck was going on?

And it only got worse - Steve started to sing and moved in the rhythm of that funky song. Your brain froze down as you didn't know what the fuck you're supposed to do.

“Abra-abracadabra. I wanna reach out and grab ya. Abracadabra. Abracadabra, I feel the magic in your caress, I feel magic when I touch your dress. Silk and satin, leather and lace. Black panties with an angel's face.” - He sang proudly and just as he finished the verse, the cards flat out fell out of his palms, he slipped on them and fell onto the ground. Robin and Dustin cringed hard in the background while you still stood there in a complete shock, watching that idiot on the ground, your hand still touching the revolver you had on you.

“Okay, guys, what the fuck was that?” - You yelled all over the shop when Dustin turned off the music. Steve was kneeling just in front of you, red like a tomato - because he fucked up in the worst way he actually could.

“Steve was trying...” Robin started to speak, but Steve turned his head to her with a begging face. 

“Nothing!” - Steve yelled and stood up nervously. - “It was... Nothing. We were just joking around and wanted to see your reaction. That's all.” - He said nervously and he felt that he's ready to sink into the floor below him. You looked at him again and at that moment he seriously knew that he fucked up.

“Am I a joke to you, or what? I thought that were friends after I cried on your shoulder like a little kid! Now, every one of you made me waste my lunch on... This? What that shit show even was?” - You yelled at every one of them. Robin was surprised - Steve didn't tell any of them that you were crying in front of him. He hadn't exactly said anything about your hangout. And yeah, you had every right to be mad at them.

“I have some food if you want something.” - Dustin said quietly, giving you his unwrapped burrito from a nearby gas station. You exhaled loudly and closed your eyes before you took the burrito out of Dustin’s hand. You were maybe too harsh, even Steve looked like he's about to cry or puke, nothing between. 

“All this just to cheer me up?” - You smiled after a while at Steve. You could calm down pretty quick after bullshit like that. After all, you could say all you wanted, it was sweet. They were only trying to make you forget about Hop most likely. - “It was kind of funny, not gonna lie.” - Your elbow bumped into his side and Robin gave Steve a conspirational look. Steve exhaled slowly, being glad that he hadn't ruined every chance he got.

Maybe there was still some hope to impress you after all.

Just as the conversation recovered from that magical failure, your radio came to life. You walked away from them, answering it.

“Hopper here, over.” 

“Anderson here, I have a task for you if you won't tell the chief, over.” - Anderson answered in a firm tone. Your adrenaline rose higher - a first real job. The chief was out of town, so it meant that you could actually go and look on a first crime scene.

“I won't. Go on, over.” - You giggled with joy in your voice. Anderson chuckled at that.

“Okay. Mrs. Williams from 27th East road called us that she smells a stench from her neighbor, Mrs. Duffer on 29th East road. I think that she may only overcook something, but will you give it a look? It's nothing, probably.” - Anderson said with a smile in his voice.

“Sure thing. I will give you a report once I'm there, copy and over, kill.” - Oh, weren't you excited like hell when he turned your radio wave off?

"Okay. I need to go now, but it was amazing to see you all." - You took the last bite of the burrito and then you drank a little water from a glass Robin gave you.

"Where are you going?" - Steve asked with a slight smile.

"Oh, we have a report on a strange stench in one of the neighborhoods. It is nothing too crazy." - You smiled on your way from Blockbusters.

"I will go with you. Just so I know that you're good, alright?" - Steve took his jacket off the chair it was hanging on and took it on. You looked at him, visibly amused.

"No, you're not. This is an investigation, Steve." - You stopped just outside the shop.

"I will just wait in the car. It's not a big deal. Calm down." - Steve laughed nervously. For a moment, you stood in front of him, trying to figure out what he's after. After all of that, you just sighed and rolled your eyes, nodding on the door of your car.

It was starting to rain heavily and you were thankful that you packed your raincoat.

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[all-things-fic]

7, 43, 45, 59 and 70 (you don't have to use all)

7 - I’ll keep you warm43 - you have no idea how much I want you right now45 - I can’t imagine this world without you59 - is this okay?70 - after everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?

Hope I did the prompts justice. Thanks for being patient with me! x

***

Your eyes were trained on the flamesof the fire pit in front of you. The warm embers glowing, mesmerising you whilekeeping your skin warm even if it was June and not necessarily the coldest.

The sound of a sliding patio door washeard behind you but that didn’t deter your eyes away from the orange glow. Hisfeet, bare of socks and shoes, pattered across the paving slabs, carrying himto you as you dithered underneath the blanket that Harry had passed you theminute you got outside.

He cleared his throat when he gotcloser, walking towards the seats and choosing to sit next to you, a differencefrom where he had previously sat across from you before following through withhis suggestion of getting a bottle of wine for the two of you to share.

“Hope white is okay,” he said, voicea bit strained as he reached forward and quickly started to pour the wine. Youhummed in response, white was more than okay.

Without turning to face you, he helda glass out to you to take off his hands as he poured his own glass. Leaningforward you cupped the glass with both your hands and thanked him.

“S’no problem,” he lightly yawned, asyou fell back into the garden furniture, an upgrade from when you’d lastproperly been in this garden as a teenager.

Today had been tough on Harry, thewhole week had in fact. Two years on and it didn’t get easier. There was stillthe occasional tip-toeing around Anne. The over compensation of showering herwith love, affection and more importantly his time and presence during thisparticular date frame. She too was still trying to navigate her way around ahouse that was filled with so many memories and find her own path once more.One that made her feel like a whole person again rather than someone who hadlost her other half that made her whole.

That was why you and your mother hadturned up to tag team against both Anne and Harry earlier on that evening. Yourmother whisked Anne away to a fancy restaurant somewhere in Middlewich, arecommendation from mutual friends, and you stayed in Holmes Chapel with Harry.The two of you choosing to reminisce on simpler times when the two of you wereat school, both of you opting for a much bigger life in London as you grew. Inhis case a much, much bigger life with Los Angeles, New York and basically therest of the world thrown in there too.

“If he could see me now, sat herewith you like this he’d be laughing,” Harry started, as he sunk back into thecouch and turned to rest his body to the side. With his chin resting on hishand, arm leaning on the back of the couch, he continued, “He would’ve told meto not have given you tha’ blanket and when you’d undoubtedly moan about beingcold to use some shit like “I’ll keepyou warm” as a way to satiate you.”

You felt a fond smile fall upon yourlips as he spoke about Robin. The ways in which the two of them used to fallinto a pattern of pissing about with each other. A step-father and son,bouncing back and forth over Harry’s sometimes lack of confidence with girls heliked and Robin wanting to push H out of his comfort-zone in that dad-likecheesy way.

“Probably would’ve satiated me,” youstarted, watching his eyes fall from the flames and onto you. “I remember youalways being like a furnace-“

“Hasn’t changed,” he cut in, makingyou bring your eyes back to him.

Sometimes you looked at him and youcouldn’t see the teenager you’d grown up with and then other times he was therein abundance. Like tonight, eyes sparkling in that certain way, top of hischeeks tinted with a pink that was more than likely from the heat radiating offthe fire, but part of you hoped was from the lack of still not knowing how hewas ever going to get you to fully commit to the idea of more than just adrunken kiss with him. Cause you’d certainly had a few of them in your time inknowing him.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t get coldthough,” he reached for your calf, lightly tugging. “Get over here and stophogging all the blanket to y’self.”

“Not very gentlemanly of you is it,”you started, “basically admitted to only giving me the blanket for your owngain.”

He playfully scoffed, taking a sip ofhis wine.

“And now you suspiciously want mecloser,” you squinted over at him.

He mirrored your facial expression,squinting too, before he couldn’t hold the laugh that spluttered out from hislips that were being held together so tightly.

“So suspicious,” he joked into thetop of your head, as you felt yourself give in and curl up next to him, lightlyshaking your head against his chest, where it rested.

There’s a silence between you thatwhile it was content there was also a nervous energy skirting around the edges.He still was as incredibly soft as you remembered him to be, left handsmoothing up and down your arm that stuck out from underneath the blanket,holding your wine glass. It being rubbed to make sure it didn’t feel the coldair.

“I’ve contemplated calling you somany times since I got home last week,” he admitted. “There’s a comfort inknowing that your mobile number is still the same as what it was when you wereseventeen,” he mumbled.

You rested your chin upon his chestto look at him, his eyes trained onto the flames as he spoke, and you watchedthe way this orange glow opened up his expression to you.

He can feel your eyes on him, but hedid it anyway, he quickly rattled off your mobile phone number without as muchof a blink of an eye. You found yourself stilling as he did so, a sense ofemotion overcoming you that you couldn’t quite label.

“The last time I rang that numberfrom memory I was expecting it to be disconnected. However at a time when Ineeded it to work the most, you still picked up-“

That time had been two yearsprevious. When he’d phoned you as he sat at the bottom of his childhood bed,head in his hands and a closed chest that would reveal his upset to you if hedidn’t fight the burning sensation that sat heavily there.

You could almost still hear thechoked sob as he said you name, gruffly and somewhat pleading for you to justgive him five minutes of your time in your memory as if you were back there.

“Even though I didn’t recognise thenumber on the other end of the call-“

His lips twitched, “Know how much youhate that.”

“You do nothing for my anxiety, H,”you admitted, light-heartedly. It wasn’t his fault that he had to change hisphone so much because numbers leaked. The one of many downsides of fame often rearingits head in the most inconvenient ways.

“Selfishly, you do everything formine,” he admitted. He turned to look at you, as you kept your chin resting onhis chest. “I’m so selfish-“

You shook your head. “You’re seekingcomfort from a friend-“

He blinked, his expression solemn. Eyestaking you in in a way that you’d found him doing more so that day than ever. “Aftereverything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

You didn’t want to be this close tohim and have this conversation. Usually when this kind of thing came up youwere sitting across the table from each other, far less coherent than you werenow, and definitely more than a glass of wine deep each.

With his hand now lightly pressed tothe top of your back you knew that you weren’t able to go anywhere. Not thatyou wouldn’t be able to press against his hand and him freely let you moveaway, he wasn’t like that, but just the sheer weight of it against you skin, soothingover your shoulder blades, almost made you want to stay anchored to him as youspoke.

“Loving someone and being in lovewith someone are two completely different things.”

You watched his lips downturn as youspoke. You voice heavy - almost as heavy as your eyes - resigned to the factthat this conversation was a non-starter.

“I’ve seen you in love-“

“Have yer?” You saw the way hisnostrils flared, his tone just that little bit harsher and more clipped. Hehated how assumptive and offhand you were being just as much as you did. Yet,you couldn’t help yourself.

He’d dated, a lot, sincethe two of you had drunkenly fumbled around that one Christmas and New Year’sbreak in 2014. A hidden couple of days that only the two of you knew about.Sneaking into Anne and Robins garden in the early hours, after walking homefrom the pub together, into the very same garden you were sat in now andkissing against the outside wall of his parents’ house around sheepish smilesand drunken giggles. Wandering hands that got you in a lot of trouble thatnight and a couple of scratches to your skin thanks to the friction of the wallbehind you.

Feeling young. Something that neitherof you had felt for a while, simply due to the way that London had chewed youup and spat you out, just in different extremes.

“Love looks different on differentpeople,” he was clipped as he spoke.

“Does it?”

He cut his eyes to you. They wereharsh, out of defence. His guard just as high as yours.

“I think that we find comfort in eachother that can sometimes be mistaken for love-“

“Please don’t cheapen it,” he pleaded,feebly, eyes close for a short second as he spoke.

“I don’t mean-“ you felt yourself getchoked. That was never the intention. Nothing about the two of you was cheap.“If you think I’m doing that then I’m sorry.”

He lolled his head to the side tolook at you. Eyes returning to a soft stare. “You don’t need to apologise,we’re both on the defence.”

He sighed, “I haven’t, just so youknow-“ he shuffled underneath you causing you to jolt around with him. “Been inlove. Like, I’ve-“ he coughed “got to a point where I’ve thought I could be butI’ve closed m’self off to it ‘n walked away.”

A long pause. He wanted to know if you had. Been in love, that is. Hadsomeone managed to get there before him. He knew they had but for his own self-deprecationhe needed to know.Wanted you to offer that information up by yourself, which he knew youwouldn’t.

“Have you?”

“H-“

He sighed this heavy sigh. Headfalling backwards to dig into the couch beneath him and look up towards thenight’s sky. Of course you’d been in love. You’d moved in with someone lastyear, some banker who wore suits all the time and those nice overcoats thatrivalled his. You’d thrown dinner parties together and invited friends, himbeing one of them. He’d always let you down last minute though, wanted you tofeel an ounce of that disappointment and sadness he felt for just a splitsecond with his rejection of an invite. He knew this cause when it had all gonetits up, he was the one loading up his Range Rover and driving you to Hampsteadto stay in his house while he went off to Los Angeles to record a possiblealbum track and audition for some new television pilot.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?”You asked him, noticing the way his eyes scanned above him quickly. Moving toand fro in the way that they did when he was trying to process something buthad no idea where to begin.

“Because,” he started, voice deep, “I can’t imagine this world - my world -without you in it and the thought ofsomeone else having all of you, just because I’m too much of a coward-“

Reaching for his face, you drew itdown to look at you, “Stop-“

“I am though,” he swallowed, histhroat thick as he spoke. “I can’t find the words to say what I mean, how youmake me feel-“

“You’re being way too hard onyourself during a time when you’re already having to process loads of thingsand be everything to everyone.”

He blew out a heavy sigh, a frownforming between his eyebrows.

“Stop it-“ you were harsh as youspoke, his lips twitching lightly. “Why are you smiling now?”

“Starting to sound like you’retelling me off, darlin’-“

“I bloody well am!” You were agitatedwith him now and the way he looked at you from the corner of his eye, boyishsmile on his lips.

“Need a right tellin’ off, don’t I?”He tried to pull you to him, but he’d got you to a point of annoyance that youstruggled to fall against him again. “Hey,” he coaxed “Don’t be liketha’-“

“You’re the absolute worst, d’ya knowthat?”

“Fine line, innit?” He confirmed whenhe felt you fall against him, head dropping to his chest as a bubble of a laughleft you. He chuckled too. “Love it when we bicker.”

“Thought you were more of a loverthan a fighter,” you rolled your eyes as you felt him pull you closer to hisbody, your one leg hanging in-between his as his body slouched done the back ofthe couch.

“You’d know all about tha’,” hisvoice took on a deep, suggestive tone. One that warmed you all the way through.“Wouldn’t you,” he hummed, “eh?”

He pulled you closer to him, lipsresting against your temple. “‘S’almost like we’re back there- just that littlebit older, that much more experienced.”

You smiled against his neck as hespoke, “Who’s told you that you’re any good now?”

“You did three weeks ago when youwere shaking around me after I did that thing you like regardless of us nolonger being twenty-“ you felt yourself freeze. “Is this okay? Can I go there?”

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