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Steve Harrington needed hearing aids.

He wasn't born needing them. In fact, he was just about as healthy as a young man in his social class could be. But numerous head injuries eventually led to gradually worsening hearing loss, leading him to needing mostly useless hearing aids.

His damage was so severe he actually needed cochlear implants but his parents kicked him out of their house and off of their insurance plan when he got caught kissing his teammate back in high school. With his minimum wage job and splitting rent with his roommate Robin, he currently did not make enough money for such a luxury.

So he did the next best thing: he learned ASL.

It was free, other than his time invested, and Robin was the one to suggest it. After all, she was already fluent in five languages and had been in band for twelve years. If anyone could teach herself and a hard of hearing person to sign, it was Robin Buckley.

The only bad part was, they were the only two who seemed to know the damn language, leaving Steve to strain to hear or read lips lest he get (mostly) silently yelled at by some deranged customer.

So when he spotted a guy around his age with long, dark curly hair and perfectly round black glasses with side shields, he knew he had to act.

He knew what it was like to have people gloss over the fact that you exist, or even berate you for it; so he took a page out of Robin's book.

He learned braille.

Sure, technically Steve could still speak to the boy, but wouldn't it be more special if he could read what Steve wanted to say?

So he practiced and practiced until he was happy, bringing the card to work where his crush appeared to be a regular.

As Steve sees him walk in, he knows today's the day.

⠓⠊ ⠊ ⠁⠍ ⠎⠞⠑⠧⠑ ⠎⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠊⠋ ⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠊⠎ ⠺⠑⠊⠗⠙ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠊ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠺⠁⠝⠞⠑⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠎⠁⠽ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠗⠑⠁⠇⠇⠽ ⠉⠥⠞⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠊ ⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠊⠅⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠁⠎⠅ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠥⠞ ⠕⠝ ⠁ ⠙⠁⠞⠑

Hi I am Steve sorry if this is weird but I just wanted to say you are really cute and I would like to ask you out on a date

Steve is giddy when he wanders over to the boy in dark clothes. He had on black jeans that are ripped at the knees, a Metallica band tee, a leather jacket, and a denim battle vest. He's perfect. He's hot.

Steve's footsteps must be louder than he expects because the object of his affection immediately turns in his direction.

"Hi," Steve greets as he presses the thick stock paper into his hands.

The boy angles his head down with a frown as he traces an index finger over the raised dots, before looking right at Steve behind those dark frames.

He takes them off, and Steve learns after so long that his eyes are brown.

"I'm sorry," his crush says, Steve recognizing those syllables easy enough, "But I can't read this. What is it you're trying to say?"

But now that response is too much, Steve can't keep up. All he knows is the card he worked so carefully punching little holes in with a special tool he had to buy was now being pushed back into his hands.

Steve doesn't try to answer, he just wants to get the hell away before his tears spill over, but a hand on his shoulder stops him in his tracks.

He tenses, squeezes his eyes shut and braces for impact, but when a familiar hit doesn't land on his face, he cautiously opens his teary eyes to find him staring right at Steve.

"Are you okay?" He asks, but Steve can't be quite sure if he's checking on him or asking if he's gay.

Steve's own frown appears on his face as he points to his ears.

"Can't hear too good."

His mouth drops open, rushing to spiel something Steve doesn't catch. He must realize this because he's taking Steve's card back from him now as he mimics writing something with raised eyebrows.

Steve nods his head, more confused that the guy he thought was blind seemed to be understanding him perfectly.

He fishes out the little pad of paper and pen he keeps with him for moments not quite like this, passing the two items over.

He scribbles for a moment before letting Steve read what he's written in big loopy letters.

Hi, I'm Eddie. Sorry, I can't read braille. What did you say?

Steve furrows his brows.

I thought you might know it. Aren't you blind?

Eddie shakes his head with a little smile.

The glasses? I have killer migraines. Never go anywhere without them.

Steve smacks himself in the face. He's been such a fool!

Eddie taps him to gain his attention once more before handing him the notepad and pen.

What did you say? I'd like to know :)

Steve worries his bottom lip.

Hi I'm Steve. Sorry if this is weird but I just wanted to say you're really cute and I would like to ask you out on a date

He's nervous as he hands it back, but Eddie's wide grin and eager nod does wonders to knock back those worries.

I thought you'd never ask, Steve.

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Part two of this post on celebrity Steve and oblivious Eddie.

———

Eddie’s met with the first line of defense at Steve’s door. He had expected to at least make it into Steve’s place before being ambushed by Robin but it seems Dustin beat her to it. Eddie would’ve laughed if it was any other day, seeing Dustin guarding Steve’s front door on his bicycle like a mighty knight on his steed.

“You weren’t here yesterday,” Dustin says and Eddie nods slowly.

“I had a campaign with the guys,”

“So it wasn’t because of the pictures?” He has an eyebrow raised skeptically in a move so Steve, Eddie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Listen, Dusty, I love you and I know you love Steve but I’m not talking to you about this before I speak to him okay? It’s just not—” The door swings open halfway through his sentence, which was good because Dustin showed no signs of budging.

Steve’s standing there bundled in a hoodie, and says, “Get out of my doorway Dustin,”

“No,”

“Dustin,” Steve’s tone goes stern but Dustin only relents after a fifteen second stare down during which Eddie is too afraid to move.

“Fine,” He says, tossing Eddie a dark look. “But I’ll be back in an hour,” And then he’s cycling away.

Steve’s unusually quiet and withdrawn all the way to the kitchen and then occupies himself with the coffee machine, facing away from Eddie.

“We need to talk,” Eddie starts then cringes as how bad it sounds.

“Yeah we do,” Steve places two mugs on the island and stays on the other side of it, arms crossed. Eddie hates not being able to read Steve’s face. It’s not the first time they��re having a fight— if this even considered a fight— but he’s never been shut out like this. He prepares to grovel but Steve interrupts him again. “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth,”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you knew at first,” Steve sighs heavily. “I thought you just didn’t want to mention it, then you asked what I did for work,”

“And you told me you were in between jobs,” Steve mumbles something that sounds like technically but he still wasn’t looking at Eddie. “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to ignore you,”

“Didn’t you though?”

“I was confused, Steve, and overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to say to you even if I answered your calls,”

“Now you do?”

“Yeah, now I do,” Eddie says. “It’s kind of intimidating you know, to find out your only boyfriend is a global superstar—” He takes the win when Steve snorts into his coffee.

“I’m not that famous,” Steve tries to protest but Eddie presses on.

“But I love you—”

“What?”

“And I don’t give a shit what anyone has to say about it—”

“You love me?”

“Have I not told you that before?” Eddie rounds the island to hold Steve face in his hands. “Do you have any idea how easy you are to love, baby?”

Steve blinks fast like he’s blinking away tears. “I can’t promise you it won’t happen again,”

“I know,”

“It might even get worse,”

“I was raised in a small town babe, I don’t mind being called your satanic boy toy once in a while,” Eddie says and Steve laughter rings out much brighter this time. They’re going to be just fine.

———

[hotvintagepoll]

Una O'Connor (The Adventures of Robin Hood, The Invisible Man, The Bride of Frankenstein)—One of my favorite character actresses! While many people know her as the shrieking innkeeper's wife in The Invisible Man, I've always loved when she played a character who was a little more grounded (though that scream of hers is pretty iconic.) Her character of Bess is warm and loving towards Marian, but also tough and takes no prisoners. When they are captured in the forest, she comes forward to protect Marian with so much ferocity that Sir Guy (the villain) moves out of the way so quickly because even he doesn't want to feel Bess' wrath. She could switch from hilariously over-the-top to gently and sweet in the blink of an eye and she deserves a little more recognition! Also her hats in Robin Hood are ridiculous and I love them.

Bokuzen Hidari (Seven Samurai, Ikiru)—His Wikipedia article literally says "this guy is so scrungly," though technically they word it as "Hidari was famous among Japanese audiences for his portrayals of meek, downtrodden men." His job is wandering around going D: This certainly touches on the question of whether the actor himself is scrungly, or just the parts that he plays - in fact, this dude initially trained (in 1914) in Japanese opera and dance. At one point he suffered from gangrene, but "fearing for the loss of his livelihood, fought to keep the leg even though it meant using crutches for the rest of his life - except when performing." [link] Anyway, he made his film debut in the 50s and was one of Kurosawa's collection of remarkable character actors, generally as a scrungly little guy.

This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Una O'Connor:

she eats this:

The things this woman does with her face when she sees Frankenstein's creature. Your fave could never.

Bokuzen Hidari:

Here's Toshiro Mifune calling him out on his scrungliness:

You can see him at 0:17 here, going D: and at various points throughout that video looking absolutely miserable (for good reason).

[whereblueflowerssleep]

RED SCAR: YAN ONE PIECE X (fem) READER MODERN AU

Chapter 3: changes

(Warnings! In this chapter the self-lensionism of (y/n)) will be mentioned)

Yes, she quickly wiped her tears and waited to hear that the girls had come out, they finally did when the bell rang.

She had to hurry, she quickly arranged her makeup a little run with one of the disposable wipes in the bathroom.

She looked in the mirror with a determined look, a burning discomfort in the (e/c) irises.

She fixed her (h/c) hair and quickly returned to class, unfortunately the professor had just entered.

The man squared her from the other side to the bottom as she went to sit in her seat after almost whispering a soft "good morning" as soon as she entered.

The man must have been in his forties, with short dark brown hair and tanned skin, he wore an elegant red shirt, which exalted the complexion of his bearded mature face.

<<Apparently there is a new student>> the teacher said in a baritone voice.

(Y/n) didn't even have time to answer, that she’s been interrupted by Hancock.

<<Yes professor, she’s been here for the whole morning. She is (y/n) is the niece of Professor Silvers>> she said in a pretend kind tone, only to regain attention on her.

How self-centered- thought (y/n).

<<Very good>> he said while continuing to observe her <<I am Professor Sakazuki, but my students call me Prof. Akainu>> shifted his gaze towards the part of the class where Luffy and his friends were.

<<I teach technical drawing, how are you in this subject? >> He asked her while looking at her with a penetrating gaze.

The class was completely silent, not a fly was flying.

Yes, she clearly perceived that everyone was afraid of the man behind the chair, and (y/n) had no trouble understanding why.

<<I-I...- she looked around, everyone was watching her, her voice trembled a little, but then she composed herself- I haven't done technical drawing since middle school, prof. >>

He raised his dark eyebrow, with an unreadable expression on his face, but a strange different sparkle in his eyes.

<<Then, we'll fix it. In the meantime take out the book, page fifty-one, come on>> he dictated the orders but his dark gaze never moved from the figure of the new student.

•••••••

<<Two hours of literature followed by two hours of technical drawing are illegal, I hope they change them in the final schedule>> Usopp snorted exhausted.

<<I'm sure we started with a bang>> a girl with raven hair and bangs, Robin, replied in a calm tone.

(Y/n) put her things in order as quickly as possible.

She wanted to go home alone, even though she didn't know the way.

She couldn't stand all this anymore.

The girl suddenly accidentally elbowed the boy next to her.

Their eyes meet.

<<Excuse me, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to>> she said kindly, almost scared.

She didn't let the boy reply, and immediately threw herself out of the classroom.

She walked for a while through the corridors and arrived at the school exit, she cursed herself for not remembering the road, and then decided to wait a moment and write to her uncle to pick her up.

She was looking for courage when suddenly she hears a voice.

<<Oh hello (y/n)>>

Please, not now. I don't want to see anyone. The girl thought, looking up at the two who greeted her.

<<We wanted to ask you if you would come to eat with us, our classmate Sanji works in a restaurant! >> <<And he's doing the discount! >> Nami interrupted him with a sly smile.

<<... So we get to know the others too! >> Luffy Finished.

If there was a defect in herself that she hated terribly, in addition to her physical appearance, it was the fact that she did not know how to say no to people. She didn't know if it was out of fear of being excluded or if it was out of the uncontrollable need to please everyone.

The fact is that he was now at a noisy table full of her new classmates.

They were on the sofas of a round table. She was crushed between Luffy and his brother Sabo.

The table was full, but new people kept arriving.

Breathing was becoming difficult, anxiety was gripsing her ribs and lungs.

"You're not very talkative (y/n), it's strange for a girl as pretty as you, but on the other hand Robin is like that too" Sanji said with a small smile while his flirty look also fell on the black-haired girl, he was immediately interrupted by Usopp.

"Boys, listen to me, shy girls are the most dangerous, you never know what they think-"

"Because you've been hanging out with so many girls, right?" Nami interrupted him sneerly.

(Y/n) felt uncomfortable in this chaotic group, they were all so strange and yet so damn normal.

His gaze suddenly fell on a notebook partly to her.

"Is it yours?" she asked with a faid voice to Sabo.

The blond turned his head slightly to look at her with a look from which a slight surprise shone through.

"Huh? Oh, this one? Yes, I write quite a lot”

Without thinking about it, the girl spoke.

"I like to write too"

"Do you like to write?"

It was just a simple harmless question but in the young woman's head it had a perverse double meaning.

Did you think that someone like her couldn't have the hobby of writing because she was too stupid or superficial? Was that the impression he had of her? Or maybe it was just a random saying without any double meaning behind it?

"I...yes...I write stories, thoughts...nothing really"

She tried to look normal even if in her mind everything was in turmoil. She feels like a kind of Joker in the middle of a group of deept citizens.

<<oh...cute. I write about politics, poems and essays on politics>>

Of course. How did she figure it out before.

Vintage clothes, brown patent real leather moccasins, hair always in place.

Everything he did gave a political message, you could guess it, and you could also guess precisely his political thought.

Before (y/n) could reply, which she wouldn't have done anyway for her shyness, especially when Sabo looked at her that way, Nami spoke.

<<Robin also writes, she won a competition at school last year out of fifty-seven students who participated she came first >>

Oh.

She hated it when other people were good at what she liked and what she thought she was good at, maybe because deep down she knew she didn't excel at anything. Mediocre, this was the word that constantly followed her name.

<<cool>> she stammered slightly, scolding herself almost immediately in her mind for the fool.

To save her from embarrassment was Ace, who with a playful and mischievous tone addresses Sabo.

"You know, this made me think that Sabo likes beautiful complexed girls, well it was intuitive, and that's why he hasn't been engaged yet"

"Ace! Stop it!-“ the blond tried not to point out his embarrassment.

"Nurse syndrome, eh Sabo?" Usopp also sneaked into the conversation To sting Sabo.

(Y/n)'s gaze suddenly fell on Zoro who with his face down was eating what he had ordered in silence.

"-Why don't we talk a little about you instead, Ace? You only like good-looking girls!”

"And what's wrong? The eye wants its share!”

"And that's why you've never had a girlfriend either, or at least a serious one!" Sabo replied.

Luffy snorted.

"How bored these speeches...I want more food! Sanji, can you tell the kitchen to hurry up? It's your restaurant after all”

"They're not slaves, fool! And then for quality things it takes time. So shut up and wait!”

Luffy snorted again while the others were still fighting and I looked (y/n) and then at her plate.

"(Y/n)! You haven't eaten almost anything, wait-“

Luffy took a chicken wing from his plate and put it on hers.

"Here, eat!"

The table at that shut up and (y/n) didn't understand the reason.

Everyone seemed stunned by the situation just unfolded before their eyes.

"L-Luffy-"

"H-he-"

“HE SHARED HIS FOOD WITH SOMEONE!”

(Y/n) she was confused, she didn't understand what was so strange.

——/——/—-

Meanwhile Kidd and Killer were at the park near the school eating a pizza lying on the benches.

"By the way... have you seen the new girl? She looked like a little lamb, all scared, I don't believe it even for a second that she is related to Mr. Silvers”

Kidd didn't even look away to look at Killer.

"What's up Kidd?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking"

"I know what you're thinking, at least go to the bathroom"

"Shut up-! Not to that idiot! I've already thought about it before anyway... I was thinking that that girl has a strange aura, you can see from a mile away that she has something strange, or different if you want to be nice..."

"And that's why I find her attractive, there are few in this school, beautiful and damned, eh?"

Kidd gives him a little smile, and then says, before biting a slice of pizza: "my favorites"

"Ah, and look what I have here, Killer" says Kidd as he takes out a white briefcase from the red and crumpled backpack.

"Kidd, don't tell me that-"

"I entered the principal's office before leaving school, those were still on the desk, I had time to make a copy"

"You're such a psychopath, Kidd, you know that?" Killer said jokingly.

“So now I'll know a little more of the beautiful (y/n) (L/n)”

—-////————-

7 PM

"Hey! Coby! Bring these to Mr. Rayleigh's table”

Alvida says as she hands him some appetizers.

Coby runs and heads towards the table.

Rayleigh is not alone, she is with a young woman: beautiful, short black hair, sporty dress but still emanating an elegant air.

The table was set for three, but there were only two at the table.

-Will she be there too?- Coby thought, immediately trying to get rid of this thought.

"Hello, Sir"

The man stops the conversation with the woman to look at the boy who put the appetizers on the table in a slightly awkward way.

"Oh, hello, Coby! Do you still work today?”

"Yes, sir"

The man smiles at him before handing him a bill.

"The tip”

"B-but sir! These are too many-!”

"Don't make a fuss, Coby, you deserve it"

“T-Thank you sir!”

He left quickly and embarrassed.

Rayleigh looked at the time on his vintage watch.

"where is that girl?"

"Don't worry, he'll be out with the boys. And then remember all the things we did as young people!”

The man chuckled and then went back serious.

"You're right. It's just that she...is different, she's fragile, I don't know how to approach her, I don't know how she can react-“

"We were all like that as teenagers, Rayleigh"

"Yes, teenagers are weird, but not like that! After the death of her mother-“

He was interrupted by the woman's elbow.

(Y/n) had just entered the restaurant, and once she caught a glimpse of her uncle with a young woman she immediately thought: -this evening will be very long and embarrassing-.

——————

"Hello" said (y/n) slowly when he reached the table.

"Hi, honey! Nice to meet you, I'm Shakky!”

“Nice to meet you too, I'm (y/n)”

"Where have you been?"

"Rayleigh!" Shakky scolds him.

"What? I was just curious, your father told me that you never leave the house”

-Nothing is ever good- the girl thought.

The evening then passes quietly, between the two adults talking to each other and the girl who just listens, or rather, try to imagine herself in another much more pleasant place, like in her bed, watching some TV series.

Shakky was a nice and kind woman, even if the girl couldn't, selfishly, accept that Rayleigh had moved on to her family, which (y/n) couldn't do, she was still trapped, so messed up, so broken that no one, not even herself, cared to fix her.

He gets in the car with Rayleigh, but he doesn't turn on the car.

"You still haven't told me who you've been with”

"With the guys who came to eat pizza yesterday"

"What? Luffy and his team?”

"Yes...is it so surprising?"

There were minutes of silence, the only noise in the car was, the slightly labored breathing of the man, as if he was breathed. The girl was already starting to worry.

"I found some blades in your room…razor blades" Rayleigh suddenly blurted out without looking at her.

The girl feels her heart stop, while Rayleigh continues.

"I didn't want to touch your things but they were on the floor that I stepped on when I went to open the window in your room, because you forgot to do it before going to school..."

"I haven't done it for months!!" she almost screamed.

"You know what...I don't believe you, (y/n). Because then why those were there, huh? You moved in yesterday, damn it! And I should believe you haven't done it for months! Besides the fact that I don't seem to have improved since... I know.”

There were moments of silence between the two before the man resumed speaking.

"I'll send you to the psychologist"

"What?!"

"You heard. I know your father is convinced that you can do it alone, but I'm sure he didn't know about this detail that we absolutely can't overlook!”

The girl doesn't know whether to feel angry about what's happening or a little happy because for the first time someone notices her pain, which exists... she was almost going crazy believing that she wasn't really sick just because no one noticed it.

"I dreamed about her again last night"

Raylegh looked away from the steering wheel with an expression of empathy towards the girl and then gave a trembling sigh.

"It's normal, you're in a delicate moment, okay? I don't....I don't want you to perceive me as a villain. I just want everything to be resolved. I know a name, a friend of mine, we also call him at school to give prevention conferences on bullying or in-depth talks on affectivity and sexuality. He's a psychologist and he's also a good person, and I think he can really help you, I've already mentioned to him something about you. He’s name is Donquixote Rosinante.”

——///////————-

"Law? Are you at home?”

Rosinante, finally, after a long day of work, returned home; metaphorically, as his studio was exactly upstairs of his house, so he had never left the building of his residence.

Trafalgar Law instead was in his room, on his bed with very high music reading one of his many anatomy books, or rather, he was rereading it, as he had already read them all.

He had always been a boy prodigy, especially in theoretical subjects, but he also got by in those practices. In opposition he had never been much in social relationships, which worried Rosinante a little, who at the same time understood Law's difficulty, knowing the poor boy's background.

Even today Law, after school, quickly returned home with the bus, and then quickly made some instant noodles and started rereading all his manuals with his bitter music. A rigid and precise routine, like Law.

"Law?" Rosinante opened the door of the room from which a very loud song came loudly, probably from a semi-unknown band whose existence only Law and the band itself knew.

"Yes?" The boy replied, not taking his eyes off the book and not even turning off the music boxes.

"How was school? Have you eaten?”

"I haven't eaten yet, I was waiting for you. And when it comes to school, boring as always and some people should learn to wash themselves, or not leave the house"

The usual Law. Rosinante thought with a small involuntary smile that formed on his face.

"Come on, come to the kitchen and we'll see what to eat...ah, now that it comes to mind... Raylegh told me that his niece has just moved, he mentioned some probl-…things about her...but...but tell me...have you met her? Maybe you two could become friends, Rayleg said that she is also very introverted like you”

Law looked up at Rosinante.

"Yes, I saw her"

The shy and almost fragile girl who was sitting next to him this morning comes back to Law's mind. She seemed afraid of the world and maybe even of herself.

Sometimes with his feline and attentive gaze, he could peek at what she was doing on her notebook. In most cases she was drawing.

He remembers that he actually struck her a little, especially her skill and especially what she drew.

A bit of envy in seeing someone who knew how to excel in something in which he was mediocre, a little almost admiration for the girl's skill without even committing himself too much. And then for the subjects represented.

It actually seemed that the two had things in common, but this thought quickly came off.

——/////———

Ace was in his bed with a rubber ball in his hand that bounced off the ceiling and then promptly took it back in his hand with agility and firmness.

He was thinking, which he didn't like to do, thinking and constantly reflecting on everything made him feel paranoid. He prefers to live things to her rather than let himself be swallowed up by the thoughts of not having done it or by further anxieties that made him think of painful moments that he preferred to set aside in a hidden corner of his memory and never open it again.

However, his thoughts had stopped at the new girl. Constantly repeating in her head today's scenes with her protagonist; when she looked at him with those big and beautiful eyes, when she touched her face slightly out of shyness, when she stammered sweetly.

He never understood his ideal type of woman. Not that he had many problems about it, if he liked a girl he would take it, also because if he could afford it, he was a very attractive, athletic and nice guy, sometimes a little funny, but still charming.

To break his flow of thoughts was a notification, it was a message.

Isuka: "hey, Ace, what's up? You haven't written to me for days... I know that the situation between us is complicated, especially because of me, but I would like to try again"

Ace didn't usually have many problems, did he like a girl? And did you also want to hang out with him? It was there.

And he liked Isuka, she was a beautiful girl and had a strong temperament, but he felt that she lacked something, but he didn't give it too much weight.

He already had a bit of a reputation as someone who went with many girls, became intimate with them, and then got bored before he really started to know them. And since he had come of age, things had not been slowed down, on the contrary.

But his head was now in other lands, he was thinking that girl so shy and so cute, he was sure that inside her there was a whole world to discover, and then he already said that she was so cute? Maybe one of the most beautiful girls he has ever seen, and he likes beautiful things.

He needed to vent a little, he was already burning for this new girl he didn't even know, he needed to be satisfied and at the same time to try to forget (y/n), because starting to feel feelings scares him, he had made a promise to feel only strong emotions and satisfaction, and not to waste his life on anything else that would not satisfied him and can hurt him.

Ace: "we can see each other now if you want" he typed.

——/////————

"Sabo? Are you listening to me?”

"Oh? H-eh? Yes yes Koala, I was just finishing something”

The two were on video call studying, but Sabo was distracted by something.

"What are you writing?"

“Rearrandal thoughts”

He quickly erased what he had written, too embarrassed

-Your trembling voice gives me the instinct to protect you-

How stupid. Sabo though, while deletes the sentence.

"Hey...you know you can tell me everything, right? We grew up together”

"I know, you are my dearest friend"

"Yes, friend," Koala replied with a slight bitter tone, which Sabo didn't notice.

"I assure you, I have nothing, I'm just thinking that it's my last year and I'll have to do so many things, and I still have to choose which way to go" Sabo said a half-truth. Koala smiled sympathetically.

"Sabo, don't worry about that. There is time, then you are good at everything, I am sure that whatever you choose you will excel, because you are like that, you are even president of the institute!”

"They haven't elected me yet"

"It's almost certain that it will still be you this year. Anyway you already have a fan here!”

"Thank you Koala!"

The two remained silent for a few seconds before Sabo started talking again.

"What do you think of the new girl, (y/n)?"

Koala raised an eyebrow. Sabo didn't usually talk about girls and he certainly wasn't a gossip guy.

"There are a few rumors"

"Oh really? Like?” He asked nonchalantly.

"She had a stormy past" Koala tried to be cautious, knowing Sabo's past with his biological family.

"For example?"

"Her mother died recently, then I don't know anything else, I just know that's why she decided to move with her uncle, the only relative she has left outside the family unit"

Sabo squeezed the pen, but tried not to let any emotion show off his face.

"I'm sorry, thanks for telling me Koala"

——-/////——-

"Luffy! So when will we see each other next time?”

"At school, Hancock! Have you already forgotten?”

The boy answered the girl on the phone while he was playing video games on the couch.

"But I meant only you and me"

"Yes! Die!” Luffy screamed on television while winning.

"Luffy?"

"Oh yes, sorry Hancock, what did you say?"

"Nothing..."

Suddenly Luffy's phone started to vibrate, it was Zoro who was calling him.

"Excuse me Hancock, Zoro is calling me, see you tomorrow!"

"Wait! Luffy-"

The black-haired boy interrupted the call without even hearing the girl's protests and accepted Zoro's call.

"Hey, Zoro!"

"Hi, Luffy. Do I bother you?”

"No, don't worry"

"I wanted to ask you something" Zoro seemed very serious, but Luffy didn't notice.

"Of course! Tell me!”

"You know...the new girl"

"(Y/n)!"

"Yes, her”

"Why are you asking me about her?" Luffy asked with a slightly inquiring tone, not typical of Luffy, which Zoro did not notice on the other side of the phone.

"It seems to me...look I know it's stupid...but I think I've already seen her"

"In what sense?"

"In the sense that maybe I know her. Maybe we knew each other as children”

"Eh?!"

"We met at the park a couple of times when we were really young, then I moved shortly after you know...Kuina"

"Are you sure it's her?"

"He has the same name, the same color of hair and eyes. But I'm not sure. She didn't recognize me, so I don't know if it's her... the point is, that's…that... I wanted to ask you if you knew maybe which city she came from, if she told you something, so I could understand if it's really her"

"No, I don't know where she comes from, she's not a much talker, but I like her hair! They smell good"

Zoro raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't give it much weight. The usual Luffy, he thought.

"Okay. Can you tell me if you find out something? It's very important to me”

"Sure, but can't you ask her by yourself ?"

Zoro blushes slightly.

"I-I'll do it...but you investigate for me anyway please"

"Okay"

"Thank you, see you tomorrow, Luffy"

"See you tomorrow"

Luffy ended the call and heard someone behind him, he turned around finding Ace ready to go out, who unbeknownst to him, had listened to the whole conversation of Luffy and Zoro, and someone else had also eared everything: Sabo. That he was about to go down the stairs after the video call with Koala and seeing Ace listening to the conversation, so he did it too after hearing (y/n)’s name.

"Hi Luffy, who were you talking to?"

"Zoro"

"Ah, and of what? If I can know”

"(Y/n)"

"Hi guys, what are you doing? Ace, are you going out?” Sabo interrupted quickly coming down the stairs wanting to hear what Luffy had to say abou (y/n).

"Yes, I'm going out"

"You also put on that lousy perfume" Luffy said nauseated.

"Hey! It doesn't suck, women like it! It's a real man scent, you're still too young to understand”

"I'm only one year younger than you" replied the youngest.

"And let's hear, where are you going Ace?" Sabo asked with a sly smile.

"It's my business! Sometimes I can't stand you two," Ace said quickly as he took the keys and left the house slamming the door.

"Oh, I touched a raw nerve" Sabo sighed as he went to the kitchen to get a pack of chips.

"What did Zoro want?" The blond asked Luffy suddenly.

"He wanted to know if I knew what city (y/n) lived in before because maybe he know her, Hey, can you give me a chip?"

Sabo squeezed the bag at the news.

"Does he know her?"

"Maybe they are childhood friends, I honestly didn't understand" said Luffy with his mouth full of chips.

"I understand" said Sabo with a dark look as he stared at the void, but Luffy didn't notice too much intent on eating his chips.

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In the meantime Coby is arranging the table where Raylegh, (y/n) and Shakky had dinner, when he notices that on the table, on the side of (Y/n) a lip balm remained under the napkin, probably is (y/n)’s. He grabbed it quickly and put it in his pocket without anyone seeing it. He couldn't hold back a small smile on his lips.

"What do you have to smile about Coby?" His friend Helmeppo asked.

"Nothing" he answered quickly

"You're really weird. Come on, come and help me with the table 6"

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Author's corner:

Hello everyone! Thanks for all the likes and for supporting my story!

The yandere tendencies of the guys start to show offs finally!

Who do you think will be the first of the guys to make a move towards (y/n)? Let me know!

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[thevioletcaptain]

Day one of the @spnficrecfest called for rec lists featuring fics set in a specific season or era, so here are five of my all-time favorite Purgatory era Dean/Cas fics! I'm also including fics which deal with the immediate aftermath of Dean & Cas' time in Purgatory, as I consider those to be part of the era as well :)

The Legend of the White Light by EllenOfOz | Explicit | 50k Angsty, pine-filled alternate season 8 fic with a happy ending! This was written for the Pinefest a few years back, and it quickly earned a place on my favorite Purgatory fics list. (Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, explicit sexual content)

Ritual by takadainmate | Teen | 10.8k This is a really unique fic that follows Dean, Benny, and an extremely changed Cas through Purgatory. I don't quite know how to describe this one without spoiling it, but... possibly sentient lightning wants Cas dead? Just go read it, it's strange and lovely. (Warnings: none)

Just After, But Before by cymbalism | Explicit | 8.7k As the title says, this fic is set just after Dean and Cas escape from Purgatory -- and unlike the show, they get out together. It's a short and sweet hurt/comfort fic, with Dean looking after Cas after the journey through the portal leaves him weak and injured. (Warnings: explicit sexual content)

What Fun It All Would Be by 8sword | Mature | 22.5k A Purgatory fic that deals with the fact that Dean's half-Amazon daughter Emma must be there, and a really inventive and twisty one at that. When you start reading you're going to be confused. Stick with it. Enjoy the journey -- but mind the tags, and be prepared for pain. This one doesn't have a happy ending. (Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, major character death, body horror, supernatural "drug" use)

Tales of Brave Ulysses by snarklyboojum | Teen | 55.9k This one is just beautifully written -- one of those fics that, despite not having re-read it in a while, I can still picture specific moments perfectly in my mind's eye. It's not an entirely happy ending, but it is a hopeful one, and there's some Where the Wild Things Are stuff in there that's especially fun. (Warnings: graphic depictions of violence)

...AND A BONUS SIXTH FIC:

Redemption Road by multiple authors | Explicit | 652k Technically, this sprawling, slow-burn, round robin masterpiece was written long before Purgatory ever appeared on screen, with fans starting the project during the hiatus between seasons six and seven. The central story follows Dean as he tries to bring Cas back to him after he's been driven to megalomania by the monster souls he consumed during season six. Seeing as a significant part of the story takes place in Purgatory, and it's still one of my all time favorite fics 13 years after it was published, it gets an honorary place on this list. (Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, explicit sexual content)

Check under the cut for links to all of the rec lists I make for this fest! I'll update with new links as I post them :)

Day One - Purgatory Era Day Two - Dean's Canon Kinks Day Three - Long Fics Day Four - Alternate Universes Day Five - Rare Pairs Day Six - Case Fics Day Seven - Tropes Day Eight - Gen Fics Day Nine - Vintage Fics Day Ten - Coda Fics Day Eleven - Mystery List

[willowmosby]

Favorite fictional females day 10

Parker

Everyone's favorite Theif.

She's the words greatest theifs. She's autistic. She's a mentor. She's a con artist. Shes in a throuple. She stabs people with forks. She loves money. She is basically Robin hood. She has a clear growth arc that doesn't diminish any part of her but just fully makes her more well rounded.

Okay so the throuple isn't technically canon but the rest of that stuff is.

And yes I'm so so hyped for redemption season 3!

[inejinn]

Jason realising his body heat is unnaturally cold (or at least way colder than the one of the average person) with a mood ring.

You know, those rings that are supposed to change colours based to your emotions?

Who in reality change according to the heat, black being the coldest, allegedly the "default mood", in reality most of the time just the temperature of the room, when you haven't put it on yet.

Then it can change colors according to your body heat, going from blue to green, or to red..

At the very least, it's supposed to at least turn the slightest brownish black. Can't scam people with a supposedly empath ring if the ring doesn't change color at least once, you know.

It never changes even fucking once. Litteraly not once.

Maybe it's a ring a kid gifted to Red Hood , that he didn't have the heart to refuse (listen, kids can be strong willed sometimes. there's times when you just have to accept whatever small little gremlins wants to put you through)

Or maybe it's one he found back in his belongings, from before?

Either way, he knows the concept, and it's pretty idiotic, but, well.

The design is pretty cool: black ring. with some sorts of embellishments, or something?

Well, either ways, he puts it on some day.

Keep wearing it throughout the day, or during the following hour, long enough that he has the time to forget about its existence and remember it multiple time.

And the thing doesn't change colors even once, doesn't even pretend its hue is going to shift. He definitely remembers it's supposed to.

Maybe he spends some time looking at it a little while. Despite the staring , it stays the same exact black shade all the fucking time.

Or maybe at some point, he tries closing his knuckles around the ring and make an almost-attempt to crush it to death, see if it'll works then- it doesn't. The result is a round imprint in his palm and still the same black shade.

At some point, he could just shrugs and give it up: it's not like it matters much.

But I also think he'd keep trying , because there's some part of him that wants to know (because a Robin is supposed to be a tiny detective, technically, isn't it?)

So.. he can just drown the ring below the tap water's stream. Hot water.

That'll makes it changes to red immediately. Not broken.

Or just make someone else try it on.

It does.

And.

He knows he's been feeling frigid some nights ,but, seriously? His body heat is equal to the ambient temperature if not lower? He might to have body heat? That's vampire type of shit. What.

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So this is a fic prompt/fic idea that I developed a little too much, oops. I might make it into an actual fic someday or use it for another character because I love it smm

[phantom-dc]

Jason is 19 years old.

He wakes up, startled by his phone. As he reaches for his phone, he tries to remember his dream. They always slip away. He understands the green swirls, that awful Lazarus color. But there are things floating around in there, that he can never remember. Picking up, he is greeted a familiar voice. Dick tells him they found a cult that had been kidnapping people and they are going to sacrifice someone tonight. Normally they can handle those, but since it’s technically in Red Hood’s area he decided to call. Jason sighs and tells him to send him the address, he’ll be there in 10. He knows that the Bats could handle a bunch of weirdo’s in robes, but if he lets them work in his territory without him, they might try to barge in more often. Can’t have that. It wasn’t that long ago they settled on their truce, but that doesn’t mean Jason was ready to become part of the family again, and giving them an excuse to come over more was out of the question. He puts on his uniform and helmet and leaves. The faster he can get this over with the better.

When he gets there he wasn’t expecting this. He had thought it’d be 5 guys with cheap candles and too much free time, but these guys were a bit more organized. About 30 of them, and all carrying blades. They had about 10 young women ready as sacrifices. That’s probably where they’re going to get the blood for the summoning circle from. Luckily they don’t seem hurt yet. Red Hood joined the fight, taking out a cultist by landing on him. Knocking another one unconscious, he sees Nightwing doing a flip and kick 2 cultists in the face. Extra fucker, you don’t need to do so many flips, you know. Or is he trying to show off for the girls? Nah, knowing him he just liked showing off in general. He rips the blade out a cultist’s hand and stabs him with it, before pulling it out and doing the same to 2 more. He spots Batman, who is throwing Batarangs at another group that tries to run away. He notices his disappointed glare. Well, Bruce can shove it. He didn’t even stab them that badly! If they get medical care they’ll probably survive. Jason gets closer to the middle of the room. As he breaks a cultist’s arm, he spots Red Robin. He is protecting the girls. Jason is caught off guard. He didn’t expect Tim to be here. Not after he went way too far. Tim probably thought Jason was trying to kill him back then. He really hadn’t been though, he just wanted to scare Tim off being Robin. But with the Lazarus still clouding his thoughts he’d gone overboard…

Suddenly Jason felt a pain on his neck. While he got distracted one of the cultists had managed to nick him right where the armor and his helmet met. A weak spot, Jason thought as he kicked the cultist away. Something to remember for the next armor. Behind him, his blood hit the summoning circle. A green glow gets everyone’s attention. The remaining cultists cheer. The circle worked! Their God would make them immortal! Jason wasn’t paying attention to them, stepping away from the circle that had started to bubble in the middle. Batman started barking orders, prompting Red Robin to save the hostages and Nightwing to start rounding up the remaining cultists. Batman himself seemed to be trying to call someone on his communicator. Who the hell could Bruce know that could help with this?

Suddenly a huge, white, clawed hand bursts from the circle, planting itself on the ground next to it, before a second hand, this one wearing a dark ring, did the same. As the ceiling impossibly becomes a night sky, a large black mass tries to pull itself out of the ground, as Jason hears Batman say something about the circle not having a shield. That can’t be good. The mass pulls itself from the ground, revealing a white-haired head, wearing a crown that immediately spreads a green/blue borealis around itself. Was the warehouse they were in always this tall? No, reality had warped just to accommodate this being’s size! Nightwing said it hurt to look at it, which confused Jason. He had no trouble with that. It opens its maw, and an icy fog escaped. It looked around, full green eyes scanning the room. Fearing it would notice the hostages, Jason did something he’d consider very stupid later. He yelled: HEY! It immediately got the being’s attention, lowering its head to get a closer look at Red Hood. It doesn’t move its maw, yet it speaks: You feel… familiar.

It brings it’s claw closer to Jason, in a manner that reminds Jason of a curious child. That doesn’t make him feel any better though. As the claw comes closer, it feels like time is slowing down. Jason can’t bring himself to move. Right before it can make contact, it is suddenly pulled away. Jason vaguely hears Batman reciting something from his communicator, as the being is sucked back down the circle. When it disappears, the warehouse returns to normal again. Batman thanks a ‘Constantine’ over his communicator. Red Robin reports to Batman the hostages are safe, and Nightwing reports that the police is here to arrest the cultists. Batman nods, before turning to Jason. He asks if he is alright, snapping Jason out of is daze. He tells Batman that he can handle himself, and that he is out of here. As he leaves, Nightwing mentions he didn’t cuss at them. That’s good!

At home Jason flops down on his bed. That had been way too intense. He felt like that being was trying to look straight into his soul. As he tries to fall asleep, one thing keeps him awake: It had called him familiar, and for some reason, Jason agreed. That being was familiar.

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[ringofnightshade]

i would like to hear all of your malevolent crackships/rarepairs. and WHY you ship them

I'm sorry I didn't see this!! Uni's had me in a chokehold. Anyway-

Oh boy. I’ve got quite a few that @absoluteocellibehavior and I have developed over the year, so buckle in. A lot of these come about as a result of the AU we have, which essentially works out that one way or another all the boys end up in the same apartment in modern-day London. So I’ll break down the “why” into how it came about as well as any canon info and how they operate in the AU!

I’m going to try to keep it brief too, because there are a lot, so if you want more details about any feel free to follow up!!

All of the names listed are either ones the wider Malev community gave to these ships or are the genius brainchild of Ocelli <3

Okay. Here we go!

The most outlandish:

Second Chances - Antoine x Yellow

This started as a joke. I told Ocelli that if Harlan hurt Antoine I was taking him away and shipping him with Yellow, and, well. So now they’re kissing and everything is fine! Really though, I think these two would be a good pair. I’ve already posted a little about this but these two are good together because they both have to figure out what it means to love. Season five Antoine has been used and abused and thinks to love is to serve. Meanwhile, Yellow’s been a god and doesn’t know what it means to be human with someone, and he thinks to love is to use. You’d THINK that means Yellow attaches onto this little peasant boy because he wants that servitude, but Yellow realizes that he doesn’t. He finds Antoine to be gentle, and he wants to return it in kind. It takes practice for the both of them, but they get to learn together with the help of the others.

Devotionals - Antoine x Yellow x Oscar

Another joke, part of this so-called “help.” But again, it comes back to that growth and kindness. Oscar is the only one without active hatred towards Yellow in the beginning, and Yellow clings to that gentleness. Meanwhile, Antoine, the shy, servient kid he is, looks to Oscar as a role model, the perfect balance of kindness and confidence. Their love is pretty soft. 

??? - Antoine x Yellow x Oscar x Charlie 

We still haven’t nailed down a name yet for these guys, but ohhh the brainrot they give me. That’s all. In the AU, this one also comes about as a side quest to the advice that Charlie and Oscar give to Antoine and Yellow in their relationship. Yellow and Charlie are tense in the beginning, but Charlie very slowly (over the course of a year) recognizes the honest changes that Yellow is working to make in his life, and, admittedly, there’s still some old, albeit misguided, feelings from when he was with the KiY (oh yeah, I guess technically also Charlie x KiY, before the King really starts torturing him). One thing leads to another. 

Continuing on the Charlie train! A lot of these are just because Charlie is soooo very pretty. Everyone loves him. Tell me I’m wrong. 

The Main Boys:

Holy Ghosts - Charlie x Oscar

OUGH these two just live in my head rent free. I pay them actually. From their small interactions in season four (like Charlie telling Oscar good work for hitting the Butcher and Oscar’s little “...aye”) to our AU where they end up first at the London apartment and have time to mutually work out where they are, what’s going on, etc., they become so in love. 

Ourthur - John x Arthur x Oscar x Charlie 

Mostly because in general we round-robin these boys. It starts as Charlie x Oscar and John x Arthur, but Oscar still loves Arthur even though he abandoned him, and Charlie loves John, and Arthur finds Charlie attractive, and Oscar thinks John is pretty, and you get the point. 

Dollins - Charlie x Dennis

I’m sorry, if you don’t think these two knew each other before and have been in games of cat and mouse, you’re CRAZY. The chemistry of 40 part 2 is off the charts. 

Tripwire - Oscar x Charlie x Dennis 

Like a lot of these, it comes about through some healthy brainrot. But, unlike some other versions, our Oscar doesn’t hate Dennis. They get together after Charlie and Dennis have been together for a while, so the animosity has faded away. Once he’s not so mad at him, Oscar has to admit that Dennis is attractive. Oscar likes older men *pat pat.*

Smoke & Mirrors - John x Charlie x Dennis 

Listen, John is possessive. Do with that information what you will.  

Charlie continues:

Most of these (except the last) are all Ocelli’s babies that she’s got me HOOKED on. If you wanna know more about them, I highly recommend popping over to her.

Smoky Dreams - Charlie x Roland x Delphine

Leather N' Suede - Frank x Charlie

MIAs - Noel x Charlie

Divine Punishment - Charlie x Kayne 

Shaken Not Stirred - Charlie x Nell 

This one is a lil bonus! Again, Charlie is the hottest man. Nell is actually an OC of the AU we have, a 1920s New York mafia member who knows this universe’s Charlie, not the Malev one that gets pulled in later. I left this one on the list because I fell in love with the ship name Ocelli made and everyone deserves to see the sexy Bond reference. 

Finally done with Charlie! Can you tell that we have a favorite? 

Last but not least:

Parkthur - Arthur x Parker

Because look at them. You’re going to look at me and tell me that they aren’t together? All I’m saying is, there’s something in the plumbing of their building, because all these PI’s are doing a little more than investigating cases. 

Sweet Dreams - Lilith x Alia

OUGH!! There’s just something about how Lilith talks about Alia. The protectiveness, the concern, the fury. They’re kissing. 

So yeah! I think that’s all of them.

[envyenvys]

Stobin Mandalorian AU part 3

(aka s3 stobin accidentally acquire a magic baby)

[1] [2] [You Are Here] [4]

Abby’s eyes are so big and soft and brown. They’re like his mother’s eyes, round and sweet. She’s so cute, even in the bland grey onesie the Russians put her in, which isn’t nearly as nice as she deserves. She deserves nice, comfy, pretty clothes — and a warm hat, because it gets cold in the evenings even in the summer.

“Steve,” Robin sighs, “I’m soooo thirsty. Can you hold Abby while I get a drink from the fountain?”

Steve holds his arms out before she’s even done talking. She snorts and passes him the baby, who blinks up at him with big eyes. The weight of her is perfect in his arms. He’s never going to put her down.

He follows dazedly after Robin, and the only reason he doesn’t spend the entire time staring at Abby is because if he manages to trip and drop her because he isn’t paying attention he’s going to blow up the mall.

He hands Abby back very reluctantly so he can take his own drink of water, then accepts her again gratefully when Robin goes back for more. He’d get some for Abby too, but he’s pretty sure babies this small aren’t supposed to drink water. It’s all moot anyway because they’re both running off to puke before Robin’s done her second turn.

He holds Abby very carefully to avoid getting her dirty — either from the puke or the gross bathroom floor. She protests a bit but doesn’t start crying again so all in all it’s a success.

“Oh god,” Robin groans, “was that all of it? I hope that was all of it.”

“Think so,” Steve grunts, wiping his mouth with some toilet paper. It’s really flimsy, he hates this place.

“Quick, ask me a question.”

Steve blanks. He can’t remember any question he’s ever asked. He looks at Abby, then down at the toilet bowl.

“When was the last time you pissed your pants?” Whatever, that works.

“Today,” Robin says, sounding almost amazed. “When that Russian doctor took out the bone saw. It was just a little bit though.”

Steve laughs softly, tipping his head back to rest it against the wall. Definitely wasn’t all of it, then.

“Your turn.”

Robin hums. He can see her shoes tap-tapping against the tile through the small gap under the stall.

“Well, I was gonna ask if you’ve ever been in love, but after seeing you with Abby… now I’m wondering — why did you break up with Nancy Wheeler?”

Ah. Ouch.

“She broke up with me.”

“Wait, what?”

Robin scrambles up and around into his stall, crouching in front of him and Abby.

“She broke up with you?”

Steve doesn’t understand why she looks so confused. He nods.

“I mean, technically, yeah,” he says, and she tilts her head in confusion. “It was, uh, Halloween. Tina’s party, you remember. She was drunk and she started going on about how we killed Barb and our whole relationship was just…” —he swallows, looks away— “bullshit. That we spent a whole year pretending we were in love. When I talked to her the next day she couldn’t take it back, so.” He shrugs.

“Holy shit,” Robin whispers. “Steve, I’m so— I thought you broke up with her because you didn’t want to settle down or something, holy fuck.”

Steve laughs, “Settle down? Nancy? No, she’d hate that. She has all these big dreams, and she’s not exactly bad with kids but I don’t think she really likes them either.”

He looks down at Abby, strokes her soft little cheek. “No, if anything I was too boring for her, not the other way around.”

“You’re not boring, Steve,” Robin protests. “Wanting to settle down and have kids doesn’t make you boring.”

“What about you, then?” Steve asks, and it should be a simple question except Robin looks like she’s going to throw up again.

“Um, well, I don’t know,” she says, eyes fixed on the toilet roll. “I guess it sounds nice, but…”

She takes a deep breath.

“Do you remember… what I said about Mrs Click’s class?”

Steve nods slowly, “Yeah, you said you were obsessed with me because of my bagel crumbs, or something.”

“It wasn’t your stupid bagel crumbs,” Robin rolls her eyes, “it was because she wouldn’t stop staring at you. It was like she was half in love with you, bagel crumbs and all, even though you couldn’t more clearly be gone on Nancy Wheeler. She’d spend the whole class staring and sighing and I wanted her to look at me. Just once.”

“…Mrs Click?” he asks, because the blue drug might be mostly gone but his thoughts were soupy even before that.

Robin sighs.

“Tammy Thompson,” she says emphatically.

Steve thinks on this for a moment. He’d thought Robin was confessing to him earlier, back in the bunker, but apparently not because she was actually talking about a girl. But then, it still sounds..? Oh. Oh. Okay.

Well, he kind of feels like he’ll die without her at this point, so it’s not like he’s going to reject her for something he doesn’t really care about in the first place. Robin’s Robin, she matters more to him than who she does or doesn’t want to kiss. Besides, maybe if they aren’t dating then she can’t break his heart.

“Doesn’t she want to be a singer?” he asks dubiously, instead of trying to say any of that out loud. “That’s like the opposite of settling down. And she isn’t even good at it anyway.”

Robin’s jaw drops.

“Yes she is!” she protests.

“No, I’m serious,” Steve laughs, “she sounds like a muppet! We should get her to sing educational songs to Abby.”

“Steve!”

Steve starts singing through all the Sesame Street songs he remembers, except he doesn’t get far because he keeps laughing. Robin’s laughing with him, giddy with relief, and Steve feels his heart swelling into his throat again.

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[esperantoauthor]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Thanks! :) I'll do 3 since I haven't written that many fics altogether.

Express Yourself : Always a soft spot in my heart for my first fic in the fandom. It also brought me most of my friends in the fandom, directly or indirectly. I genuinely enjoy re-reading this story myself and writing it was such a special experience for me. I felt so inspired and wrote so quickly. I want to get back to that feeling again.

Friends in Low Places: The fic that I felt would never live up to Express Yourself, that I had to get some distance from before I could really appreciate it. But now I love it! It is lighter and funnier that my first longfic. Check out the podfic as well, which includes @blurglesmurfklaine performing the songs in the story as part of the podfic (she is so talented!).

A Night at the Ryerson House: Spooky season is technically over but if you want to keep the Halloween spirit alive, check out this scary (but not too scary!) Glee Halloween story, written round robin style by a bunch of friends I convinced to try this crazy idea with me. It is creepy and bananas and features Sandy Ryerson living in a big pink house with haunted dolls.

[randomwritings]

Dirty (Eddie Munson x Reader)

You had only gotten home twenty minutes before Eddie, just enough time to get home and jump in the shower but not enough to finish finding a comfy outfit to lounge around in. After finishing another round of early morning classes and a shift where you were stuck listening to your coworkers, also known as some of your best friends Robin and Steve, bicker for hours on end it was safe to say you were tired. Once you had reached the trailer you shared with your boyfriend Eddie, and sometimes his uncle Wayne when he was working his job within town, it was like a switch flipped in your brain, turning onto autopilot. You had just gotten a t-shirt on after putting on a clean pair of underwear when you finally snapped out of it, the sound of the front door opening and quickly slamming shut alerting you to Eddie’s presence. Eddie Munson was a man of many talents, but subtlety wasn’t his strong suit. 

You continued your search, bending over to pull a pair of pajama shorts out of your bottom drawer when you heard his quick footsteps and the call of your name. Your back was still to the door when you heard it open. You turned around after you finished pulling on the shorts, a tired smile gracing your features at the smirk on his face.”Please, don’t feel the need to wear those on my account,” he grinned, walking over to you. He had just finished work at the mechanics shop across town, having quite the knack and interest in the technical aspect of it all. He still played at the hideout with the band, booking quite a few gigs as Corroded Coffin grew a bit of a following, and you supported him throughout it all completely but even he had to admit that while that was great he should still find a more reliable source of income in the meantime. So there he was, covered in grease, sweat and dirt in his dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt underneath it that hugged his biceps just perfectly. His hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, the baby hairs sticking out and clinging to his forehead from the sweat. 

“I missed you, princess, i’d come give you a kiss but i don't want to get you all dirty, once i'm out of the shower though it’s fair game,” he winked at you. You didn't respond, it was like your brain was fizzling out. It had been a long, hard day, and you missed your sweet boyfriend so much. While a bit of sleep had seemed like a viable option, now that Eddie stood in front of you, so undeniably sexy in that natural way he had no clue about, you just wanted to jump into his arms. Something about the natural musk he exuded, the sweat and dirt coating his skin, made your thighs clench involuntarily as you sat down on the bed. You had always been attracted to Eddie, he was gorgeous there was no doubt about that, but the longer you were with him and the older you both got you could see Eddie slowly growing into the man you knew he would be. The very idea of it did things to you, and it only became more evident in times like these when he just got home from work. 

“You alright, baby?” he asks, the sweet guy he is mistaking your silence and wanting to comfort you. He came closer to stand between your legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, his thick thighs spreading them wide. Eddie wiped his one hand on a clean part of his jeans before he felt your forehead, leaning over you as he did so. You took in a sharp breath as he was only a couple inches away from you. Finally you smelled him up close, the scent washing over you. Your cheeks quickly heated as he stared into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you and then just like that his eyes widened, a wide smirk taking over his face.

“What’s wrong princess?” he whispered in your ear, hands on either side of you caging you in. “You need something?” he placed kisses across your cheek, marking his way down before he reached that sweet spot on your neck, nipping it playfully. You shuddered against him, hands going against his chest, both to anchor yourself down and to pull him closer.

“I can make you feel real good, baby,” he hummed against your ear before slightly pulling back, a frown on his face as he did it, “but you got to give me like two minutes to shower, i’ll be real quick.” Your eyes widened at the prospect, heart stopping for a beat before your hands reach back out, almost as though to hold him in place. “No,” you breathed insistently, shaking your head. Eddie laughed at your reaction, cheeks tingeing pink at your desperation for him. “Princess, I'm all dirty,” he laughed again at your determination, already leaning back into him. “I know,” you purred, moaning once you had your front fully pressed to his, head buried into his neck and nose against his skin.

Eddie groaned at the feeling, positive you could feel him through his pants as he pressed his body against yours. His hands slid down to your hips, pulling you against him before he inhaled sharply, promptly throwing you onto the bed. You bounced, an exhale leaving you as you giggled, settling onto your knees as you watched him. Eddie kicked his shoes off, eyes never leaving yours. “My girl’s a little dirty too, isn’t she?” Eddie spoke, eyes darkening with lust. He undid his belt, the metal clanking as it hit the floor before he shifted towards you.

[redbirdandbluebird23]

2024 Writing Round Up!

Thank you @process-pending for the tag!!! I'm not going to rag anyone in particular, but if any of my writing mutuals see this, please feel free to consider yourselves tagged!! ❤️💙

words posted: 141,613 (I'm including the jayde white elephant in this because it's technically already posted xD)

additional words written: 7155 (second part of Resilience)

fandom(s): DC comics, in particular Batman (and all those related tags 😂)

highest kudos: 1365

highest hit oneshot: 7287

new things I tried: switching between past and present tenses, BDSM AUs, and taking part in exchanges for the first time

new works: 20 (Inc the ones currently in collections anonymous)

fic I spent the most time on: The Kids from Yesterday

fic I spent the least time on: Robin Hood

favourite thing I wrote: Fake Out or The Kids from Yesterday

favourite thing(s) I read: I honestly couldn't pick, everything I've read this year has been amazing, and it can all be found in my bookmarks!

writing goal for 2025: I'd like to finish at least the majority of my current wip list

[dioriysus]

love the fact that tim drake’s vulnerabilities and mental health are more explored in the fan fics but he is unfortunately, somewhat suave canonically and is skilled at harbouring all the trauma or atleast intellectualising it rather than giving himself a moment to just feel the emotions (atleast that is my impression from the haze of memories). usually the fanfics depict him as someone unable to control his vulnerabilities and there’s nothing wrong about that but part of the reason that he doesn’t get much opportunity to be outright vulnerable is bc he is a skilled navigator among ppl and convos. the boy literally knows and analyses any thought/emotion that pops into his mind, he’s obsessed with his ability to manage it all.

i think the main emotion he suppresses is guilt and bc he’s objective enough to understand that under this line of work, there is technically no point in feeling the guilt, it’s disregarded and builds up. guilt about his responsibilities as a vigilante, for potentially endangering the lives of the civilians he loves, the overwhelming pressure to please everyone in both sectors of his life. he’s mature for his age, something that’s acknowledged by his family and surroundings and somewhat by himself as well. he doesn’t let himself linger on disappointment towards others as often as he should and moves onto what is under his control immediately.

that’s always been his biggest coping mechanism, control. tim doesn’t dwell, he has enough awareness of the world and his position in it to not constantly be reacting instead of just acting. i think that’s why him and steph’s differences in social backgrounds didn’t hinder the relationship bc he is generally a smart and self aware guy and can empathise with others while sticking to his moral grounds.

steph’s introduction into his life helped tipped the balance he so proficiently curated on the matters of heart vs head. it’s simple around her. yes, he feels a responsibility to keep her out of vigilante life as batman’s protege but she expects nothing from him (at first) and he likes that. that’s not to say that he didn’t fulfil any boyfriend responsibilities (he literally was there to help her deliver her baby) but she likes him for all he is and he does the same and everything else comes naturally and out of duty of the heart.

i think after war games and all, we obviously see him transform more and more into Batman. his civilian life that used to be as equal and important as robin became more withdrawn, a little less genuine and more tactic based? it was an understandable progression given all the losses he had been dealt with. the charms that came from him as a well-rounded person with academic/emotional intelligence were sort of lessened to tools to help enhance robin/red robin’s missions rather than.. ykno.. actually make good connections with people.

can’t say much bout the new52/rebirth as i hadn’t taken in much of Tim’s characters as vividly as his 90s series.. but i do commend the dc writers on letting Tim talk about how much he likes bernard and why.. feel like the last few timsteph content (minus some of the yj stuff) started to feel stale and was just Steph sulking around him (pls don’t hate meeee, there were cute moments but i missed the tension and chemistry from their original run)

i think he’s an incredibly interesting character and if there are to be any other live action depictions, I’d rather they take inspo from the robin series than anything else. let him be the well-liked guy who seems to be doing well in everything and then we can dive into the dynamics with his father, with Batman and other authorities in his life.

also i reckon if damian hadn’t met Tim through his connection to Batman, he would’ve had similar kind of dynamic as he does with dick 😭 idk i love looking at the parallels b/w tim and dick. tim wouldn’t obv give as much grace to damian as dick does, nor can he intimidate him through any means of physical combat like jason (i giggled writing this bc Damian doesnt take Jason seriously but atleast they’re both aware that they both need to reel in the violence). idkidk they’d have a fun back and forth relationship and Tim being the strategist he is would put Damian’s strengths to good use and Damian would respect that.

ok let me stop this rant once and for all bc i have actual tasks i need to get done but i lauv tim drake if u couldn’t tell! if there are any points of this essay that doesn’t make sense, that’s fair bc pls let me reiterate that my memory is not the strongest soldier and i could be mixing iterations of tim from all places saur yeahhh

[mirjam-writes]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @suavissimapenna <3 Sorry it took so long!

How many works do you have on ao3?

7 for Sherlock and 23 Good Omens that are completely mine. 6 collaborative fics I have either partly written, or just made art for. So, 36.

What's your total ao3 word count?

380,863

What fandoms do you write for?

Good Omens! I used to write for Sherlock too, but that's now in the past.

Top five fics by kudos:

Truth Or Dare (E, 6.5K words), my first proper smut ever! Post s1 gettig together story.

Angel Of Justice (T, 9.5K), my first ever Good Omens fanfic. Post S1 from Michael POV, A/C as a background couple.

!False (It's funny because it's true) (E, 5.4k), an office romance human AU set in software company.

A Stable Relationship (E, 9.9k), horse rider AU with trans Aziraphale. Friends with benefits becoming a romantic relationship.

Girls Just Wanna Have Sun (G, 1.7k), outsider pov scene about Robin's day at the beach, where she meets two weird gentlemen who have never been to a beach before.

Do you respond to comments?

YES I DO! Slowly, possibly, but yes I do, and I read and reread them!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhh... angsty ending? What is that? Technically Be Still My Soul: The Rift, but does that count if it's a middle part of a trilogy? That's definitely my angstiest fic of all time BUT I tried to write the happiest ending possible to it. But also, yeah, people died in the war (just not A or C), so maybe I'll count that story.

Edit: WAIT NO! To Love Somebody, a story from Shadwell pov about how he fell in love both Aziraphale and Crowley, and how that changed him. That's sort of angsty and the ending is bittersweet!

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmmmmm. I have so many. I can't compare. Maybe Watching You (Watching Me), it's the porniest porn i have ever written, and it has...uh... several happy endings :D

Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far!

Do you write smut?

Yessss. I'm in my porn writer era at the moment :D

Craziest crossover:

I did some super weird anime crossovers as a teen (I hope those are long lost) but haven't dabbled on that since apart from very vague blink-and-you-miss-it references.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

One of my Sherlock fics was translated into french in 2018!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Only for one round robin event, which produced four stories! Not sure if that really counts as collaborating since we weren't allowed to talk about it when we did it, we just got the fic, read it, and added 600 words and gave it to the next one! It was super fun though.

All time favorite ship?

Aziraphale and Crowley. No competition there.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't usually start posting unless I'm 100% confident I'll finish the story, so I don't have public wips.

I had one pretty cool Sherlock post-apocalypse story idea, which I'd love to talk about if someone is interested, but writing it? Hmm probably not. But it's not really a wip, if I have only like two bullets in a doc?

What are your writing strengths?

I think I write pretty good bickerflirting and humour even in dark situations. And, uh... historical research.

What are your writing weaknesses?

LONG ASS SENTENCES. I need to cut them down. Chop chop chop. Also, I over-use commas and em-dashes.

Also, not being a native english speaker, but I think I've got a lot more fluent during the past years, so maybe that's not my biggest weakness anymore.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I have done it myself, in a situation when my pov character wasn't supposed to understand what was being discussed, but I did only a couple of lines.

My languages (apart from english) are finnish, very rough swedish, and teeny tiny bit of german, but many fics I've read that have used another language in dialogue, use French or Spanish (which are popular languages for English speakers to learn in school!), and with those I'm woefully lost!

But honestly, i don't need to understand every fic under the sun! You do you, I bet there are people who can understand whichever languages you'd like to mix in your story, and that will be amazing for them!

First fandom you wrote in?

The Book Series That Must Not Be Named. I projected so much of my teenage angst into wizard school drama.

Favorite fic you've written?

You monster! Making me choose. Uh.

Okay, fair. It's easy. Be Still My Soul, hands down. @be-still-my-soul-fanfic

No pressure tagging: @hkblack, @ambrasue, @tawnyontumblr , @ack-emma and @zehwulf and anyone else who wants to answer!