#forthree

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

"I'll see you guys later!" Eddie calls, his hips wiggling as he fake jogs to the door. Steve holds his hand up after him, Robin waves her whole arm at him, not looking away from the stove. Steve stares after him as he disappears, he hears the door open and click closed.

"You've got that dopey look on your face again." Robin says, crossing her arms and resting against the counter as she watches him. Steve turns to her, avoids her eyes and watches the steam rise from the bowl of Ramen on the countertop.

"Shut up." He grumbles.

"Just sayin. Your eyes get all shiny and your mouth literally hangs open sometimes... it's... ridiculous." She shakes her head but she looks... sad? Steve hates when she looks at him like that.

"Well-" he stops, takes a deep breath. Robin's lip twitches.

"Let it out babe. You'll feel better." She holds her hand out, twitches her fingers encouragingly.

Steve grimaces, runs his hands over his face and then jumps off the stool to his feet.

"It- it- it's just dimples! Dimples across the board Robin! I mean what am I supposed to do with that!?" He groans, his hands flailing at his sides, a habit he'd picked up from both Robin and Eddie.

"You should tell him how you feel maybe?" Robin says, he voice completely calm as she stirs her ramen slowly.

"Can you please stop suggesting that. We've established that's not a viable solution." Steve huffs, hands falling to the countertop on their small island, his shoulders tight.

"Well. No. You established that. I agreed to no such thing." Robin shakes her head, crosses her arms again.

"Steve. It's been three years. We've all lived together. For three years. You've been hopelessly in love with him. Forthree. Fucking. Years."

Steve opens his mouth to defend himself but before he can speak there's a clatter by the door and Eddie comes skidding back into the room.

"You're in love with me!?" He shouts, his eyes wide as they bounce between Robin and Steve.

"I'm out." Robin says, grabbing her bowl gently and walking away.

"Robin!" Steve calls, it sounds more like a whine but he would deny that to his grave.

"Nope." Is all he gets from her as she, uncharacteristically, gracefully dodges his reaching hands and disappears down the all into her room.

Steve turns, his mouth opening, about to apologize or backtrack or maybe cry a little, but instead finds himself with a chestful of Eddie Munson. Eddie's hands tug his hips close and then move nimbly up his sides to rest against his neck.

"Hi." Eddie says, smiling. Steve's eyes move to his cheeks, his dimples, helpless.

"Hi. I can expla- mmfph!" Eddie's lips press to his with a genlte force Steve could only associate with Eddie. His lips are soft, if a little chapped, and warm, moving gently agaisnt his. Steve lets his eyes fall closed and hums into the kiss, wraps his arms around Eddie's waist and holds him close.

"I'm in love with you too." Eddie breathes, pulls back, looks at Steve, his eyes shining with tears.

"I love you too." He breathes again, bumping his nose into Steve's.

"Yeah?" Steve asks, tilts his head and watches as Eddie dramatically clutches his chest with a teasing grimace.

"Yeah." Eddie nods, his nose scrunching. Steve bites his lip, squeezes Eddie's hips until he squirms and then pulls him close again.

"I love you." Steve says, reaching up and tucking Eddie's hair behind his ear.

"You said." Eddie sinks his teeth into his own lip and scrunches his nose again, swaying side to side, moving them both.

"Not to you. And it's nice to say it. Finally." Steve says, smiling as Eddie keeps them swaying slowly.

"Three years is a long time I guess." Eddie nods, slowly, eyes narrowing.

"What? What's that for?" Steve asks, reaching up and moving his finger over the frown lines on Eddie forehead, trailing his finger down his nose as well, making it twitch.

"Nothin just. Three years is a lot." He bites at Steve's hand as he moves it away to rest on Eddie's shoulder, Eddie's eyes move back to his face.

"But six years is longer." He mumbles it, and quickly tucks his face against Steve's neck, hugging him and holding him close.

"Wait what? Six years?" Steve frowns, tries to untangle Eddie from himself, Eddie holds on tighter.

"Eddie!" Steve huffs, manages to untangle himself and look at Eddie, who's red in the face.

"What?" He asks, sounding innocent. Like he hadn't just said what he'd said.

"Six years?" Steve asks. Eddie nods, looks at the floor.

"That was... senior year. My senior year." Steve says slowly, doing the math.

"Yeah. I was there for that." Eddie mumbles.

"I know. I just... you have not been in love with me since senior year." Steve protests, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Okay fine. Maybe not actual love. But I was infatuated. Big time." Eddie admits, rubbing at his neck.

"Dude I was miserable senior year. I had no friends. I got my fuckin heart broken. I mean I was a mess." Steve shook his head again, watched as Eddie nodded in agreement as he spoke.

"I know dude. And I know it probably says something shitty about me but... it was a good look on you." Eddie shrugged, looking sheepish.

"Misery was a good look on me?" Steve propped his hands on his hips. Eddie waves his hand at Steve, groans as he spins in a circle to get his eyes back on Steve.

"Yes man! Sorry. Not in like... ugh. I don't know. You went from pretentious douchebag to sad pretty boy. And you stopped Tommy shithead from shoving my head into a toilet one day and I dunna that sort of changed how I saw you okay?" Eddie's hands flailed, and then he clapped his hands and pointed at Steve.

"And! And and! You didn't even like... seem interested. You just told him to fuck off all nonchalant, and then you were gone, man! And then the next fucking year all that shit happened, and I saw you with the gremlins and I just... fell hard okay?" He shrugged again, rolling his eyes when he saw the grin spreading across Steve's face.

"You sat by my bed in the hospital man. What did you expect? There's only so much my little gay heart can fend off before it goes all soft and gooey." Eddie pouts at him and Steve thinks his heart might burst out of his chest.

"You never said anything." Steve says, takes a step toward Eddie.

"Yeah well. I didn't know you were into guys until very recently and I-" his hands wave at his sides, like he's helpless.

"You what?" Steve pushes, teasing now. Eddie levels him with an unimpressed look and then rolls his eyes.

"I was scared alright? Cuz if I said something, and you didn't feel the same, then I'd have ruined everything. And I don't know if you've notcied this Steve, but I kinda like having you around. And being around you." He makes a face, like it should be obvious.

"And love confessions tend to change things, between people. So I just... didn't say anything." He shrugged again, helpless again. Steve closed the distance between them quickly. Grabbing Eddie's face genlty, holding him as he stares at Steve.

"We are. So. Fucking. Stupid." Steve punctuates each word with a little shake to Eddie's head. The laugh that bursts out of Eddie as he wraps his arms around Steve and pulls him close again fills their apartment like sweet music.

Steve presses kisses anywhere he can reach, along Eddie's shoulder, up his neck, across his cheeks. Eddie finally cups his cheeks and finds Steve's lips with his own.

"Honey I love you. But if you ever call yourself stupid again in my presence we're gonna have a problem you and me." Eddie mumbles, his lips still brushing Steve's as he speaks. Steve snorts and dives face first into Eddie's neck.

"Laugh all you want sweetheart. I'm serious." Eddie assures him.

"I called you stupid too ya know?" Steve sighs into Eddie's shoulder.

"Mhm. I'm allowing that. Currently." Eddie hums, his hand rubbing Steve's back as he clings to him.

"Okay. I won't. But I do really love you." Steve says, pulls back to look at Eddie. His nose scrunches again, that giddy smile back on his face.

"I really love you too." Eddie darts forward, peppers kisses across Steve's cheeks.

"Shit. You're gonna be late." Steve says, glancing at the clock on the microwave. Eddie shrugs one shoulder.

"That's alright. They'll understand. You wanna come?" He asks, squeezing Steve's hips.

"You want me to come? To your dungeon game?" Steve lifts his eyebrows.

"Okay I know you know what it's called. That's not as cute as you think it is." Eddie says. Steve leans closer, his breath ghosting over Eddie's neck makes him shiver.

"Yes it is." Steve whispers, then licks a stripe up Eddie’s cheek, and then promptly pouts when Eddie is unfazed.

"They won't care if I come?" Steve asks, wiping at the wetness he'd left behind.

"Course not. The guys love you. And they'll be fucking ecstatic that I'm not gonna be pinning about you anymore." Eddie winks, slaps Steve's butt as he reaches behind him for his keys sitting on the counter.

"You've been pinning for me?" Steve repeats, teasing, as he grabs his shoes.

"Six. Years. Steven. Yeah, you could say I was pinning." Eddie grabs his bag off the floor as Steve tugs his laces tight.

"Alright alright. But hey," Steve presses himself to Eddie's side as they reach the door.

"They're gonna wish you were still pinning by the time we're done." Steve grabs Eddie's head and presses his lips to Eddie's cheek, hard. Eddie cackles, shoots Steve a wink as he grabs his hand, and tugs him out the door.

[charl0ttan]

the way i think im gonna be working five days in a row starting in a couple days and i am NOT handling it well. itll be good to have that money for before the gizz trip but holy hell at what cost. i cant handle work!! i need a break!! i need to chill forthree days at least twice a week!!

[imaginemonkeydluffy]

Imagine Luffy going blind. Post time skip (because he got that observation Haki)

Thank you for the kind words! I’m slowly going to return to write short things on here as warm ups, and this one was the most requested!———————————————————————————————————

The first time Nami realises something is different about Luffy–aside from the obvious–is a calm day, when the seas are stilland the winds quiet. It happens over a goddamn chicken thigh, too. Of allthings.

His new “captain”, not that she’d call him that,is a weird guy. He calls himself a pirate but he acts nothing like it. They’veonly sailed together for a couple days now, and the only thing he’s hurtwithout cause is Nami’s wallet. Making that deal about paying for his food andZoro’s booze was probably the worst financial decision Nami’s ever done.

They’re in a dinghy barely big enough forthree, and Luffy’s hyperactive presence takes up enough space he might as wellcount for five people. It’s almost embarrassing it takes Nami so long to figureit out.

Because she manages to nab the last bit ofchicken for their dinner, and Luffy’s hat gets pushed off his head as hescrambles to steal Zoro’s portion, and a gale blows his bangs off his face justright, and–

She hasn’t looked.

Hasn’t wanted to,really, or hasn’t bothered. Because getting to know Luffy and Zoro would be tochisel them out of the moulds she’s carefully put them in, the ones made ofharsh beatings and past betrayals. Looking at them and seeing past theirbruised knuckles and bloodied clothes would be admitting that Luffy’s not lyingwhen he says he isn’t like those pirates. Like Arlong.

So she hasn’t looked, and she hasn’t seen.

“Your eyes…” Nami draws in a breath, andher chest tightens. Because Luffy always wears that hat that casts a shade overhis eyes, and his bangs are long and greasy and stick to his forehead, and moreoften than not he has either dust or dirt or blood or food on his face, and allof that means that Nami hasn’t noticed the opaque haze over his eyes, and thelight scarring that marks the skin around the top half of his face.

“What?” Luffy asks, now happily munching onthe chicken leg. Zoro had relinquished it as soon as he’d noticed Nami’s shock.He’s listening now, eyes peeled on Nami. Her surprise and horror aren’tmirrored on his face, and Nami realises that he’s beaten her to this–torealising that their captain is fucking blind.

He seems so happy, so carefree–entitled,almost. Like he thinks himself invulnerable, like he doesn’t care what happensto anyone or anything.

“You can’t see.”

Luffy nods. And he keeps eating. And Nami,beside herself, because she hasn’t cared—dared—to look past the smiles and thepunches and the raw strength. It was useful, to keep things that way.

And now she’s furious—with herself, notLuffy—at this stupid rubber—

“—idiot!Didn’t you think that’d be something worth mentioning?”

Luffy shrugs. “You didn’t ask. And I canfight fine, it’s not a problem.”

Behind him, Zoro smirks. It does nothingbut fuels Nami’s ire. She smacks Luffy on the head, his teeth clamping aroundhis tongue that he’d had outstretched to lick the last of the chicken juicesoff his fingers. He whines, like a puppy, and glares at Nami with thosesightless eyes.

“What was that for? It’s not a big deal!”

“Obviously it’s a big deal; what if you’dgotten hurt because you can’t see and that caused us to die? We could have beenin danger!”

“We’re pirates—”

“I’m not!”

Luffy continues as if he was deaf, notblind. “—and being a pirate is dangerous even if you can see. We could die anyday just because that’s how it is.”

The conviction in his tone shakes Nami outof her fit of frustration. Luffy has held his own—more than that, he’s fought menwho resemble mountains and shrugged off bullets, cannon balls, Nami’s harshwords. He’s strong. Nami knows this. Based on Zoro’s growing smile—it lookslike he should be growling, or maybe purring—a happy, slightly feral raccoon waitingto murder an unsuspecting onlooker.

Him and Luffy truly are made for each other.And they’ve not lost a fight yet.

“Fine.” She sighs. She tears a bit of her breadand hands it to Luffy; bribing, asking, “What happened, then? How can you stillfight?”

Luffy stuffs the bread into his mouthwithout chewing and cheeks bulging, he hums in thought.

“Some pirates grabbed me when I was a kid.”He says it so nonchalantly, like it’s nothing. He doesn’t keep going, either,and Nami watches in disbelief as Luffy swallows, and then digs a finger so farinto his nose she’s surprised it doesn’t peek out from his ear, next.

“Yeah?” she snaps, because Luffy can’t justdrop a bombshell like that and then pretend it’s nothing special. “Keep going,idiot.”

“Oi. Mind your own business, witch.”

“It’s okay, Zoro.” Luffy smiles. He sitswith his legs crossed, hands wrapped around his ankles. Swaying back and forth,he hums, and begins to explain.

“They were mad at me because I wouldn’ttell them where Ace and Sabo’s treasure was. And they hit me a bunch but itwouldn’t work because I’m rubber, you know? But then one guy punched me withknife gloves and when I still wouldn’t tell, he poured some stuff on my faceand it ate my eyes. Ace and Sabo were so mad!”

“Who are—” Nami starts, then cuts herselfoff. “How old were you?”

“Like seven, I think.”

“By the seas. Fuck.”

The wind from the east has grown in forcesince she started her interrogation. It’s going to push them four degrees toofar off mark, but the currents in the area might push them back if she givesthem a little nudge, later. It’s easier to focus on them being off course thanon the fact that this sunshine of a boy was so brutally hurt as a child.

“How do you fight?” Zoro asks curiously, then. “I’veseen your attacks. You don’t miss, and sometimes you attack when you don’t evenknow where to hit.”

“Gramps taught me some mystery thingy thathelped me see without eyes. He said it’ll make me a good marine, but he was sowrong.” Luffy snickers, like it’s a funny joke. There’s chicken in his teethand seaweed drying on his shoulder from when he fell overboard earlier. “Sometimes I can tell what’s going to happen before it happens, because of it.”

“Okay.Well, you seem to be able to hold your own with that ability.” Nami smiles. Shethinks of home, of Nojiko’s bright hair and the deep blue of her tattoos andthe endless orange of their tangerine grove.

Luffy will never see any of it.

“My hair is orange. And I have freckles.Brown eyes. Zoro has green hair and three swords, two black and one white.”

“Wow, you sound pretty!” Luffy looksrelieved, somehow; a tension Nami hadn’t even noticed draining from his frame. “IsZoro pretty, too?”

“Oi, I—”

“Oh, yeah. Zoro’s super pretty.”Nami smiles, grinning at their swordsman. He looks annoyed, but Nami thinks sheisn’t imagining the faint blush spreading on his neck and cheeks.

“Shut up.”

“Luffy needs to know, right?”

“You didn’t have to say it like that!”

They continue bickering for a while, and Luffylistens to them, laughing that bright peeling laugh of his.

(Some days later, when Nami is alone in a wealthysick girl’s mansion, she will sit and think of how it felt to be seen by thisodd blind boy. How comforting it was to be encapsulated in his aura, to know thatthe safety he exudes will shield from all harm. Like being watched by the sea,something that can’t be changed or moved against its own will. Luffy feels likethat, sometimes. A force of nature.)

On the dinghy, on the seas that have thegrowing east wind pushing on their sail, Luffy grabs Nami and Zoro’s attentionwith a single hum.

“Nami, do you trust me even if I don’t have eyes?”

“I don’t trust anyone, blind or not.”

Luffy shrugs. “Alright. Just remember what I said, then?”

“What? You say a lot of things,” she challenges,questions; almost afraid of the answer. And Luffy smiles—that stupid smile ofhis that makes Nami feel warm inside and makes her think everything will beokay.

“You’re my navigator.” Luffy takes herhand, his reach sure and strong. He squeezes her fingers, cocking his head abit, and then he’s looking right at her with his stupid sightless eyes thatstill drill right into her and peer into her soul. It feels like no one hasever seen her like he sees her right now. “I don’t need to see where we’re going,because you’ll always be by my side.”

And damn the seas and currents and east windsand stupid grinning pirates, because Nami wants that to be true so hard ithurts.

She squeeses his hand back, and dreads the day she’ll have to leave him so she can return home.

[izziesgothtefrizzies]

een wolf/canon yuumi kawai. female. she/they. ― i saw KIRA YUKIMURA on the streets, you know? the TWENTY THREE years old KITSUNE, i think they been around beacon hills forTHREE MONTHS , but i can be wrong… not like they can leave now, anyway. i heard a rumor that they ( want to ) STOP breaking the seals of lucifer’s cage. they make me think of flyaways blowing in the wind, katana hiden under a labcoat, random bruises on her arm, a heart warming but goofy grin, mismatched nail polish, and hum fly day chinatown by yasuha, you know?

"Good morning San Die-I mean Beacon Hills."

Kira moved around 3 months ago. She still isn't quite use to the life change. Her family convinced her telling her it would good for her after various rejections from some of the best schools of the country. She decided to still get an education though at the community college, maybe advanced chemistry wasn't for her after all. Still quite an adjustment period.

"Not today please not today."

Kira's kitsune has been a constant battle within herself. But as she got older it became more a hinderance. Growling waiting to come out and kill something or someone. Or is it a force Kira herself didn't see coming.

"Okay biscotti I'm going out be good."

Kira has a cat named Biscotti she's a little calico kitty. When Kira isn't studying she is hanging around her friends and being a part time barista at a local bakery. It seems that things might be looking up for Kira but this was only the beginning after all.

[pleasedtowalkalone]

This might sound weird but I miss having something to hyperfixate with to the point of reading fanfics (I've only read fics forthree fandoms and they lasted most of my life). I honestly feel like a part of my heart is missing now that I am not absolutely obsessed with something. It's been like that for 2 or 3 years.

[qudachuk]

There were no reports of injuries in what were the latest in a series of strikes on the Russian capital that Ukraine has not claimed responsibility forThree Ukrainian drones were downed over Moscow early on Sunday, Russia’s defence ministry...

[whereamericashops]

Buying Both AMZN & AMZY For Monster Dividends (Amazon Covered Call High Yield Fund By Yieldmax)

[mimihoppsthings]

For sixth weddings anniversary #👰🏼‍♀️🤵🏽 #💒❤️ #sixth #okaymorethanalittle #eightyears #sushitime🍣 #makis #nigirisushi🍣 #sushibox #tokyoetterem #morethandelicious #notfortwo #forthree #👨‍👩‍👧 #niceday #iwishihavemore #❤️ #hungary🇭🇺 (helyszín: Hungary) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMb6qIThcxm/?igshid=lc54954d9gvm

[turnstileskyline]

im not gonna lie to u i think its kinda funny to be like [random celebritiy{ is gay/trans

[libraryofsports]

[hancfubuki]

hi ppl im alive

like this for any of my buns in ur assbox

[oldmandesign]

🔥He's on FIRE!🔥Here's a thing I drew when I was in Amsterdam. Think this would work on a shirt? Interested in the original art? Let me know. . . . . . #sketchbook #sketch #art #forthree #hesonfire #nbajam #amsterdam #drawing #penandink #illustration #sketchaday #tshirtdesign #plaguedoctor #lifestyleapparel #positivity #motivation #yeg #yegarts #commission (at Amsterdam, Netherlands)

[carey562]

D'angelo for 3!!!!!!! #lalakers #lakers #forthree #purplengold #goldandpurple #dangelorussell #drinkgoodlivegood #craftbeerlife (at Lakers All-Access Event @ Staples Center!)

[nnatasha]

ayyyy what's good??? -laureharrier

ayyyy babyy

[candyradium]

[white knuckled gripping the arms of my chair as i fight the urge to give my dnd character an undercut]

[aluka]

i knew you guys were lesbians im real. ive only existed forthree weeks but i know this much