#but separate from robin yea

[nepttunnee]

me when jason, dick, and cass are the primary colors and the eldest three

[tragedy-of-commons]

an apology for the last one. and also one from the correct fandom this time: robin + PURPLE LILAC + catharsis + redamancy, please? thank you :D

PURPLE LILAC:  they’re falling first, and falling hard.

catharsis  —  emotional release.

redamancy  —  the act of loving in return.

childhood friends, pre-canon (both reader and robin are kids here), fluff and pining, mentioned sunday ^^

“Miss Robin, I just wish I had your hair!”

Your gushing is accompanied by skillful, dexterous movements of your fingers. The gentle appendages glide through her tresses, looping and arranging each strand to your liking. It’s a familiar scene, the one she shares with you now; baubles lined against the vanity’s edge, a collection of perfume bottles, barrettes, and other wondrous beauty paraphernalia present. 

You go about weaving a crown plait, the very same hairstyle you’d pointed out earlier in Penacony’s Lovely Lady magazine with a stubby finger, proclaiming that she simply must allow you to style hers in the same manner. Robin had immediately agreed, trying in vain to shield the flush of her cheeks with her headwings.

For the little time you’ve known one another, you sure do know how to endear yourself - with excited smiles and promises of boundless friendship.

“It’s not that special,” she dismisses easily, staring at her reflection. The lightbulbs affixed to the frame of the mirror really make her feel like the rising star she dreams of becoming, even if she’s just in her bedroom with you. “And you don’t have to call me ‘Miss Robin’ if you don’t want to. There’s no need for formalities, promise.”

You sigh, shrugging. “Oops, sorry. I guess I’m just not used to being so informal. I think my mom would kill me if she heard that I didn’t address you properly! The Oak Family was kind enough to give her a job, so it just feels like the right thing to call you.”

Robin wishes that you didn’t feel like that - like there’s a whole world separating you from her. She’s never known a bond this close save for her brother, whom she is grateful for, by the way - but the dynamic she has with you is different. The Halovian siblings have always been sheltered and warned of external influences, but the day you bounded in by your mother’s side, introduced as part of the staff, you were (hesitantly) deemed fit for Robin to associate with.

The signature mellow jukebox churning out a tune brings her back to the conversation at hand. “I understand, but I hope you know you’re not obligated—”

“There you go again, talking like a grown-up,” you laugh.

“Sorry! I don’t mean to.” 

“No, no. I like the way you talk; it’s pretty like the rest of you! And besides, you’re gonna need to sound all mature when you give interviews all over the cosmos.”

It’s pretty like the rest of her. 

Robin focuses on you, now. You’re still hard at work, making sure her hair is evenly distributed to make the perfect wreath. It accentuates her halo which floats inches above her head, making your aesthetic choice all the more thoughtful. Your eyes, slightly narrowed in concentration, don’t notice the unadulterated look of admiration she’s sending you. 

“Interviews…” she swallows. “You really think I’ll get that far? I haven’t even sung in front of anyone besides you and Sunday.” 

Taking a moment to close her eyes, images of you and her brother pop up in her mind; the pair of you sitting cross-legged on the floor while she tremulously stutters along to handwritten lyrics. Sunday shooting to his feet first after she’d hummed the final note, you following suit to join him in a standing ovation. 

Robin likes to think she’s improved a little bit since then, and she knows that even with the Harmony’s blessing, her voice wasn’t exactly… proficient, all those months back. But she felt on top of the world, like the luckiest girl in the universe - because you were there. 

Her brother may fight you for the position of her #1 fan, but you, the one who’d gone out of their way to befriend her despite the obstacles? 

Yeah, she’ll always see you as the cool one.

“Of course you will!” you scoff, like her potential success is some undisputed fact of nature. “And if you ever get nervous, talking to reporters or paparazzi or whoever,” The updo seems to be to your satisfaction, so you grin and reach for a bottle of hairspray, “I’ll be there to help! I can be your cheerleader.”

Her heart lurches. Sure, she’s imagined you in her daydreams. Sometimes you’re a backup singer, sometimes you’re on the keys, and other times, you’re in the first row of the audience, with that same lovely smile on your face. To hear that you want the same thing, even in jest, is enough to hammer hope into the future beyond - the one she’s previously sidelined for Family obligations.

Robin’s eyes fly back open, startled out of her stupor as you assault the finished crown plait with the setting agent. She coughs in surprise after inhaling the cloying smell, causing you to laugh. 

“What, don’t want me there?” you tease, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “I get it—”

She interrupts, determined and teary-eyed, “No! I’d love that. You… that’d be really cool. We’d travel together and lift people’s spirits, bringing so much joy to those that need it.”

You want to be there, in this hypothetical future. With her.

“Okay. Let’s call it a promise,” you recover from your chuckling and then gesture to her hair with a gentle flourish. “Whaddya think? You look amazing!”

A promise she’ll do anything to keep, she decides.

You hold up a gilded hand mirror so she can get a good look at the back, but she’s still entirely focused on the miracle that is you. The Halovian tilts her head this way and that way to cover this up, but it’s fruitless. She cannot help but be taken with her best friend and the inspiration of her latest piece (work in progress). 

“I love it. Truly.”

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[i-yap]

TIM DRAKE X Y/N-Headcanons with a reader that he's known since childhoo

I'm doing rich y/n cuz rich kids usually are allowed to interact only with rich kids and realistically in gotham I can see the parents being weary ( this may be slightly inaccurate my bestie is rich but I'm not so I asked her for a little help so...yea )

Getting to know you was maybe the biggest privilege he has as Drake's kid. Your parents prolly made you guys hang out a lot since you were really young. Rich people have these big ass private dinners at restraunts or at home which are so so boring and you and him would just excuse yourself with the excuse of "checking out the property" .

You have had the wildest adventures, once you guys somehow found an exit from the property and it was on the hills so you just roamed around a forest- got lost- slide down a hill and went back to the restaurant with holes in your clothes and mud in your hair. Or the habit of pushing each other in the fountains and swimming pool

The only reason your parents put up with this is because rich wants to marry rich and so two of you being together was a way you both could be free.

I can also see you guys carrying a small change of clothes underneath the fancy gala gown/suits or dinner dresses and sneaking out from the parties to eat greasy food, hit up shady places or concerts, go to the skate park or even just sit up on the rooftop and smoke greens

NOW I DO BELIEVE THAT TIM DOES A LIL WEED..and therefore you do too. but you keep each other in moderation and only do it when you guys are together ( ill make a separate post about this if you guys comment that you want one?)

When his mom dies, you are there. when your parents are being shit he is there. you guys support each other through rich loneliness ( rich kids don't have real friends type of thing) and honestly you guys are happy to just be together .

he sneaks up your balcony , you help him build those detective boards. you know everything, he just doesn't know how to no rush to you and tell you everything.

When he becomes robin, you prolly already knew bruce cause rich people know rich people. Bruce just thinks of you guys as a combined package (like literally everyone else) one can not exist without the other sort of situation.

you guys probably always talked about running away, in great detail.

so many irritating references and inside joke, you guys are unbearable but u don't care. sucks to be bitchless.

he would leave it all for you , say the word. he cant live without you, he doesn't know how to, he never wants to learn.

[streamafterlaughter]

Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter XX: Second Chances Won't Leave You Alone

masterlist | playlist | pin | prev | read on ao3 | read bee's diary (more entries coming!)

songs for this chapter: parking lot by hunny, kissing in cars by pierce the veil, you’ve haunted me all my life by death cab for cutie (these r gonna spoil some things btw so listen to it after u read. or don’t. im not ur boss.) 

chapter tags: lots of dialogue (everyones a gd yapper!) as well as text convos, not a lot of action happening. well– nvm actually just read the chapter. FLUFF! finally!, angst, hurt/comfort, swearing, smoking, mentions of drinking, arguing. lmk if i missed anything!  | fic tags: Angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | REMINDER: THIS FIC IS RATED EXPLICIT. 18+ mdni.

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This cannot be happening. Since jogging your memory of the Halloween party, it has been the only thing on your mind for the last week and a half.

Why did I bite him? Why did I let him bite me? And why the fuck didn’t Robin stop me?!

You scroll through the messages exchanged between you, Robin, and Steve, investigating the photos they’ve sent like a police detective searching for clues. The first one seems to have been taken by Steve, depicting a very drunk Robin posing next to the animatronic clown she’d bought several years prior. The next one shows you, Robin, and Max posing as the characters you’re dressed as, and the one after is of you and Steve, with Robin’s middle finger sticking up behind Steve’s head. The last one, though, catches you by surprise. From the looks of it, you have no idea the picture is even being taken. You’re facing away from the camera, drink in your hand as you laugh about something, nose scrunched and eyes half closed, a wide and toothy smile plastered on your face. 

> who took that last one? i look so cute! bobbins: u cant yell at me. > why would i yell at u? stevie: Bc neither of us took that pic… > then who?? bobbins: …:) > oh no stevie: Yea… > im gonna kms i stg bobbins: nooo dont kys ur so sexy! stevie: U just said u looked cute!

You stare at your screen, examining the photo. Your eyes seem to shine in the dim light, dress hugging your form in such a satisfying, perfect way. You do look cute, but you also look really happy. 

“Fuck it, whatever.” You mumble to yourself, begrudgingly tapping the screen to change your  profile picture to the photo Eddie took. Not stopping there, you upload it to your feed with the caption: “wish i looked this magical all the time. happy halloween everyone! thx for the pic @thefreakmunson”

Not three seconds later, you receive the notification “@ thefreakmunson liked your post” directly followed by: @ thefreakmunson commented: lookin’ good enough 2 eat ; )  

You exhale through your nostrils, feeling your face warm as you tap the heart next to his comment. Your phone vibrates with a text from Robin, sent separately from the group chat.

bobbins: oh my god u posted it AND YOU TAGGED HIM??? bobbins: are u guys gonna fuck???!!!!! bobbins: pls say yes this is exhausting bobbins: and i could use the money >ROBIN! >NO! >SHUT UP!!! >just bc i like a photo he took does not mean we’re gonna fuck can u be normal for five seconds please bobbins: absolutely no i cannot wtf do u mean bobbins: theres somethin goin on between u two and imma figure it out MARK MY WORDS bobbins: also. that comment is insane. like u cant tell me he didnt mean it like that  bobbins: u guys are so gonna fuck!!!!! > ok u know what im blocking u for the rest of the day. 

You exit out of your messages and refresh your feed again, receiving another notification:

@ thefreakmunson tagged you in a post.

Clicking on the photo, you immediately feel your heart rate spike. It’s another photo taken at the party, though you can’t pinpoint exactly when in the night it was taken. Your elf ears are gone, so it must have been later, and your hair has been taken out of its elvish braids and draped over your shoulders. You have a can in your hand, and a joint between your fingers, cherry glowing, idle as it waits for you to take a hit. Your focus is not on the camera, but whoever’s behind it, entranced with a soft smile on your lips. 

The caption reads truly the fairest of them all and you have to read it three more times before it sinks in that you’re looking at Eddie— who has apparently taken not one, but multiple pictures of you— like you’re head over heels in love with him. And now there is indisputable evidence of that on his public page. For all twelve thousand of his followers and Corroded Coffin fans to see. So why aren’t you freaking out right now?

bobbins: HELLO?!?!? BE SO FUCKIN FR RN.  stevie: Wtf did I miss why is Eddie posting that pic of u like ur his gf stevie: R u his gf??? stevie: Bee I stg if ur his gf and u didnt tell us >SHUT UP STEVE!!! bobbins: u better get that checkbook out stevie > i am not his gf! > idk why he said that! i dont even remember it being taken! stevie: Well. I mean. Ur definitely in love w him thats the same thing > what the fuck no i am not stevie: We’re looking at the same picture right? bobbins: i hate to agree with dingus but… i mean look at the material.  > i am not in love w him i was DRUNK bobbins: what do they say about drunken actions again? > im gonna kill both of u bobbins: hey now dont do anything hasty! stevie: Does Eddie know ur in love w him? >IM NOT! IN LOVE! WTHI HIM!! >*WIGT >**WITH!!! FUCK bobbins laughed at your message “**WITH!!! FUCK” stevie: He HAS to know ur in love w him > oh my god bobbins: can i officiate the wedding?

You let out a loud, guttural groan, and receive the response of a knock on your bedroom door. 

“Come in.” You mumble.

Chris pushes your door open and leans against the doorframe. “You okay?”

You throw the comforter over your head. “No. Sick.” You know if you look at him, you’ll crack.

“Eddie turn you into a vampire or something?”

You uncover yourself again to look at your brother with wide eyes. “How do you know anything about that?”

“I don’t think there’s a single person in Hawkins under the age of thirty that doesn’t know about that. What was that, by the way?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think your brother sounds irritated. “And the pictures?”

So, you react the only way you know how to. “It wasn’t anything, Chris. Why do you care?”

“You’re my little sister, Bee.”

“That didn’t matter when you were stealing the chief of police’s convertible.” It is far too early for this, but the words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself.

Chris gathers his composure, looking up to the ceiling as a heavy sigh leaves his body. “Eddie is also my friend. I don’t wanna see him get hurt.”

“Right, I forgot. Eddie can’t get hurt. You’d rather go to jail for him and traumatize your flesh and blood than see Eddie fucking Munson be reprimanded for his stupid choices.”

Chris slams his open palm into the doorframe, startling you. “Would you stop? You don’t think I feel guilty enough already? I know, Bee. I was fuckin’ awful to you. I’m sorry. I can’t do anything about it now.”

You scoff, choking back a sob. “You could stop treating me that way, maybe. You’re the one that encouraged me to give Eddie another chance! I don’t get why you’re suddenly so pissed off about it.”

“I’m not! I’m happy for you both, seriously! I just. Ugh, I worry about you, Bee. I know how you are.”

They’re not the words you’d expected. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Chris meanders further into your room, his composure returning as he takes a seat on the end of your bed. You curl your feet into your body to make more room for him. 

“I don’t mean it as a dig. You have such a big heart, and you love everyone with the whole thing. I worry he’s not, y’know, receptive to that.” 

“I–” You don’t know what to say. “Chris, I’m not, like, proposing to him. We’re just catching up. Like platonic, completely aromantic friends.” It tastes weird, coming out of your mouth. 

“Bee.”

“Chris.”

“You know you can’t lie to me like you lie to yourself. Not forever.” He says it with a smirk on his face. “One of these days you’re gonna come to me breaking down because you accidentally told Eddie you love him, or something equally as ridiculous.” 

“Why does everyone think I’m in love with Eddie?” Seriously, where are they all getting this?

“You have always been so oblivious. He has loved you forever, Bee.”

“Yeah, and that’s why he abandoned me after you went away.” You cross your arms over your chest, thinking you’ve got him stumped.

“He left because he loves you. He left because he thought he’d ruined your life, and that you’d never forgive him. He thought, and he was probably right to a certain point, that you’d never be able to look at him the same way.”

“And you know this because you can read minds all of a sudden?”

Chris rolls his eyes. “No, wise ass. I know because Eddie is not a good liar. I flat out asked him what his intentions were with you.”

“When the fuck did you do that?” 

–

Three Days Ago (as told by Chris)

He walks into the bar for his shift on Saturday. He’d decided to be a nice big brother, relieving you of having to work the Saturday rush while older men stared at you like a piece of meat. Instead, he’d be stuck getting screamed at when he inevitably cut the creeps off after hitting on women far too young for them.

“Hey,” Eddie leans over the bar like he’s got a secret to tell. “Where’s your sister?”

“I took her shift, she’s home. Why?”

Eddie scratches his head as he talks, suddenly shy. “I uh, wanted to ask her something.” 

“Can I take a message for you?”

Eddie stares at him like a deer caught in headlights. “Nah, man. I’ll just text her tomorrow.” He turns to walk away, but Chris thinks better of it.

“Hey, Ed?”

“Yeah?’ He spins on his heel to face Chris again.

“What’s the plan here?”

He cocks his head to the side, confused. “Plan?”

“With Bee. What’s your, like, end game?”

“I don't–”

“Because to me,” Chris interrupts, “it seems like you wanna take her out. Wine and dine her, maybe get a little frisky? Am I on the right track here?”

“Whoa, dude, I never–”

“Look, man,” Chris throws the bar rag over his shoulder and leans across the counter, signaling Eddie to do the same. “I see the way you guys look at each other. She wouldn’t admit it to me if I begged, but I’m not stupid. That weirdo shit I saw you guys doing at the party–”

Eddie blushes bright red. “You saw that?”

“The whole town saw it, dumb ass. That solidified what I already knew.”

“Chris, I swear I have no ulterior motives with your sister.”

Chris leans back. “No, ‘course not. Just the pure intention of loving her forever and ever until you both get old and die in each other’s arms.” 

Eddie blinks rapidly, trying to recover from the verbal whiplash. “I can’t tell which side you’re on here, man.”

“I’m on yours. And Bee’s. Whatever you guys end up doing, if it’s what you want then I’m happy for you. I just have to ask you one favor.”

He hesitates. “What would that be?”

“You can’t break her heart again.”

“Yeah, because I totally plan on doing that.” He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning away. Guarded.

“Ed, you know what I mean. You can’t just disappear back to a fuckin’ bunker in the woods every time things get hard.”

Present Day

“What did he say?” You find yourself waiting with bated breath for Chris’s story to continue, and you inwardly cringe at your eagerness.

Chris is far more nonchalant, shrugging. “He promised me he wouldn’t. I don’t know what that means for you, though. If you haven’t noticed, he’s not the best decision maker when it comes to people’s feelings. He might think ‘not hurting’ means leaving you alone forever. Which, I hope, is not the case. I have a bet I need to win.”

You gasp in fake offense, kicking your brother in the leg. “Even my own flesh and blood is betting on my love life. I have a hard time believing this is such an interest of yours.”

“Are you kidding? This would make up for everything! If you and Eddie get together I have paid my debt to you with interest!”

“I can’t even begin to respond to that. Get out of my room. Now.” 

Chris puts his hands up in surrender and stands from your bed. “Alright, alright. I’m done teasing. Just, give it some thought, okay? Real reflection. Let me know when you come around to the reality the rest of us are living in.” And he shrugs like he’s just dropped a massive truth bomb so big you can’t even comprehend it. 

“Get. Out.”

And he closes the door behind him. Not knowing what else to do, you snatch your phone from your bedside table. 

> can i come over?  eddie (block later): weeeird. i was gonna ask u that eddie (block later): need a ride? eddie: let me pick u up  > kk, i’ll be here eddie: see u in ten eddie: : )

–

You wait for him on the curb, an attempt to avoid seeing Chris’s smug face when Eddie picks you up. You hear the van before you see it, practically screeching as it chugs down your street, music blaring from its ancient speakers, smoke pouring out from the windows. At first, no words are exchanged, the drive back to Eddie’s apartment spent in comfortable quiet as his music hummed in the speakers. He’d turned down the radio upon you getting into the van, but neither of you have been able to say the first hello. 

He seems to sense it, too. “So, um… how’s your day goin’?” His eyes are glued to his windshield.

“It’s goin’.” You nod awkwardly, and he hums in response. “Chris gave me a lecture this morning.” You offer the subject cautiously.

“Oh yeah? What about?” 

You’re not sure you should divulge that, suddenly. “Oh, um… you, I guess.” No response. You hesitate, but he turns his head slightly to look at you in his peripheral vision, anticipating your next words. “He told me he talked to you after the party.” 

“Oh, yeah. I’d call it more of a lecture than a conversation though..” 

You frown at his tone. “How come?”

“Because he didn’t let me explain. I could have given him a million different scenarios, and he’d still tell me I’m not…” He trails off.

“Not what, Ed?”

He doesn’t answer, cutting sharply into the parking lot of his building, throwing the ancient vehicle into park. He cuts the engine, the music stopping abruptly as Eddie, who’d already been unbuckled, turns his body to face you. “That I’m not good enough for you, Bee. That I don’t deserve you, your friendship, whatever. And I can’t even say he’s wrong.” 

You frown at him.“What about me asking to see you tells you that I want you to stay away from me, Ed?” 

“I– uh,” You’ve seemed to have rendered him speechless, temporarily. 

“Sure, being friends with you… it’s torture. Every time I look at you, it feels like grieving all over again.” You take on a lighter, more playful cadence that Eddie somehow seems to miss.

“Oh. Christ, ouch.” The way he says it sounds like a heart cracking. He doesn’t ask you to explain, the look on his face tells you he’s already convinced himself of what you’re saying, before you’re allowed to elaborate. “Look, at least let me plead my case before you curse my name forever. I know I didn’t do the right thing. We’ve been over all of this. What you don’t know, though, is what I was doing, when we stopped being friends. You wanna know what I was doing?”

You gulp. You kind of do really want to know, so you nod. 

“Moping. Weeping. It was months before I could fall asleep before four a.m. I was fuckin’ pathetic.” He’s barely able to look you in the eye as he continues, the words tumbling out of his mouth without even pausing to breathe. He leaves no room for you to interject to correct his assumption, so you watch as he falls apart, helpless. “Wayne sent me to see Hopper. He’s got like this bunker thing in the forest out in Vermont, told me he’d help me get my shit together. And he did, I can tell you all about that later. Wait, shit. No, I can’t. Not if you’re— hold on, sorry. I’m nervous.” He scratches his head, gathering his scattered thoughts. “Anyway. I didn’t move on, but I… I coped. I was numb, honestly. I bounced around out there for a bit, met some really cool people, worked at a bookstore. Figured I’d make a life for myself out there, y’know?”

“Sounds like you had it pretty good.” You’re antagonizing him now, bitterness seeping into your tone. 

“Sure, from an outsider’s perspective. I never let myself fully heal, though. I couldn’t make myself reach out. I wanted to, and I know that’s a terrible excuse, but it’s the truth. But I didn’t think you’d wanna hear from me. I thought about it every single day, though. Stalked your pages, typed out messages I could never make myself send. Figured I’d dug my own grave and had to get over it.” You almost break, the way he looks at you, wounded. Guilt ridden. “And I wanna make it clear, I’m not asking for you to forgive any of it. You have every right to stay mad at me, for however long you need to be. Even if that means forever. I just have to say my piece before I lose the chance. I don’t wanna run away again.” 

“Keep talking.” Your voice gets caught in your throat as you speak, playful demeanor cracking pathetically quick. You let yourself look at him without flinching. The freckles on his face, though barely visible if you’re not looking for them, are more prominent to you now as the sun shines through the windshield. You can practically see every pore, every wisp of hair on his face.

“I’m sorry.” His voice barely reaches your ears. “I am so fucking sorry. I know you’re tired of hearing it, but, y’know, I’d change every goddamn thing leading up to that day if I could. No question. I don’t know how I can even begin to prove that to you. I know nothing I say will be enough to forgive me, but I don’t think I can go back to never speaking to you.”

 You look at him, and this time it feels like exhaling. It’s taken this long to dawn on you that Eddie is here, let alone that he feels this remorseful. You had made him out to be careless– even mean– when he’d been wracked with guilt to the point of running away. There is no doubt in your mind that he means every word, that he really would do anything to make it up to you.

“You know… you didn’t let me finish.” You finally respond, your tone steady now. He only blinks at you, the chatterbox somehow at a loss for words, eyes shining with the tears he hasn’t let fall. “It’s not that I don’t want to be your friend. I just… I can’t. I keep telling myself I can, and every time I look at you it feels like I’m grieving all over again, mourning the loss of everything we could have possibly had.” You’re leaning in, over the console as you speak, distracting yourself from the line you’re about to cross, before you’re even sure it’s the right move.“You can stop me. I might be wrong, but I’m about to do something really scary and I don’t know how you’re gonna react.” You wait for him to answer, and he nods, still not a word leaving his lips. You close the gap, squeezing your eyes shut like you’re bracing for impact. He catches your mouth with his, and you hear him breathe out like he’d been holding it the whole car ride. 

He lets you lead, mouth moving only as a response to your own, and you test the waters by nipping at his bottom lip. Without hesitating, Eddie parts his lips and you slip your tongue past them, earning a strangled groan that you swallow with a newfound pride as his tongue slides against yours. Eagerly, your hands fly to his neck and tangle in his curls, knotted by the prior winds from the open windows. His own hands move slowly to caress your face as if you’re made of glass, like you’re something precious he’s afraid to break, and it makes your head fuzzy. You break the contact only to catch your breath, and Eddie’s lips chase after yours like he needs them to keep breathing. 

“Not yet,” He mumbles between kisses, “Please. Few more.” You can’t help but giggle, immediately embarrassed by the way your stomach is flipping, but he just keeps his lips on yours. You let him take over, and he wastes no time adjusting your position, pulling you impossibly closer to him, over the center console so that you’re practically in his lap. Despite the quickness of his movements, Eddie kisses you impossibly slow. Time seems to stop, and all you can focus on is the way it feels: like a missing piece falling into place, a blurry picture into focus. He’s infiltrated your senses, your thoughts, removing any semblance of the world outside his van. 

“Should we go inside?” Your words are rushed, refusing to detach from him for too long. 

“Maybe,” kiss. “Only if we can keep doing this though.” Kiss, kiss. 

You snort a laugh. “That works for me.” Eddie moves from your lips then, to your jaw and down the column of your throat, and you are suddenly far too aware of how hard you’re breathing. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He’s talking under his breath, barely reaching your ears, but you are still too taken by surprise to respond. You can only giggle again as his nose and lips tickle your skin. 

“You can do it again, if you want.”

“Do what?”

“Bite me.”

He doesn’t need to think. Eddie sucks your skin between his teeth, and you can feel the sharp pinch of his bite, soothed by his tongue before he repeats the process until you’re practically writhing in his grip, losing your breath each time he moves to a new spot.

–

You barely make it into Eddie’s apartment before you’re shoving him against the wall of the entryway, simultaneously kicking your shoes off as you crane your neck to keep your lips attached to his skin. 

“Christ, doll. Breathe, I’m not goin’ anywhere.” 

You only hum in response, trailing soft kisses down his neck, hands sliding over the soft fabric of his worn out t-shirt. You have no idea where the confidence came from, where you finally grew the guts to kiss him, and keep kissing him. Sure, you’d always had a level of feelings for Eddie you couldn’t quite describe, and everyone else constantly teased you for it, but finally letting that part of you see the light of day has been invigorating so far. 

“Can’t be so sure.” You eventually mumble a response between planting kisses at the point where his jaw meets his ear, and Eddie shudders. 

“Hey,” He pulls back then, face lost of any blush from before. “I’m serious. I’m right here. Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Not even the Playboy mansion?” You tease, suddenly bashful as you poke his shoulder, not meeting his eyes. 

Eddie cups his hand under your shin, bringing your head up to look at him. “First of all, gross. Secondly, not even the Playboy mansion. Not even on stage with Metallica.” “Whoa, hold on, let’s not get crazy.” You’re not good with this much attention, especially from him. It’s like you weren’t just all over him mere seconds ago. 

“Bee, I know it’s gonna take you a lot of time to trust me, but I’ll keep tellin’ you ‘til I’m blue in the face. I’m gonna prove it to you.” This time, he closes the gap between you, sealing his promise with a soft, slow kiss, and your eyes flutter closed. 

–

Eventually, you do have to stop kissing him, much to your dismay. You don’t want to, and from the way he pouted when you’d mentioned taking a break, Eddie doesn't either. “You wanna smoke?”

His eyes light up at the offer. “You’re asking me to smoke with you?”

“Eddie, you just had your tongue down my throat. I think we’re past the point of this being a surprise.”

“Mmm, no. I don’t think so. This is still the highest honor. C’mon, you,” Eddie turns his attention to the cat, who is definitely less than pleased to be disturbed. “We can smoke on the balcony, it’s nice out.” He plucks a lighter from his coffee table, and you pull a joint from its tube in your bag.

“You roll that?”

“No, I had Robin help me out. You know, being in a state where weed isn’t legal is making my life really difficult. In New York they have dispensaries fuckin’ everywhere.”

Eddie tsks at you. “You know those places are putting me out of business, right?”

You roll your eyes. “You’ll be fine if you plan on staying somewhere like Hawkins, don’t worry. Plenty of rich kids to overcharge for your product.” You nudge him, snatching the lighter from his fingers and opening the sliding door to his small balcony. It’s cozy, a bug net draped along the railing, a small table with an ashtray and lantern in the middle, with cozy patio chairs on either side. 

“So,” Eddie brings the lighter to the end of the joint, lighting it for you. You inhale, eyes closing as you focus on the feeling of your lungs filling with smoke. “Why now?”

“Hm?”

“You kissed me. We kissed. I’m not, like, complaining. Far from it. I just wanna know what changed.”

“That’s the thing,” You pluck the joint from your lips and exhale, handing it off. “I don’t really know if anything changed. Not explicitly, anyway. I just… wanted to.” 

He seems to shy away from your words, a small smile on his lips as his eyes dart to the ground. Eddie is not a bashful person, anyone could vouch for that. He’s loud, obnoxious, and extremely talkative. He says what he thinks, usually without filtering his words through the part of his brain that stops him from saying stupid shit. What he’s doing now is foreign to you, but it somehow boosts your own confidence.

Eddie takes a pull from the joint as you continue. “I know our relationship isn’t the simplest thing in the world. I also know that, when we stopped talking, it was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. We were kids, and everything felt like the end of the world, but I had never lost someone like that before. I don’t ever wanna go through that again.” 

“What does that mean for us, then?”

It’s a good question, and you’re not sure you have a good enough answer for him. “I’m not sure. I know you’re important to me, and I know how I feel when I’m with you. I just… I don’t wanna make a promise I can’t keep.”

He nods, handing the joint back to you. “I get it. No rush, by the way. Like I said, I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

“Well, what do you want this to be?” You take a drag, looking out at the distant horizon of your small town. It all feels so far away, like the world around you is on mute. 

“I just want you in my life. However you want, whatever that may mean. My feelings for you have been out there forever, but I don’t want you to think they have to be reciprocated. It’s okay if they’re not.”

“Your feelings for me?”

He nods, watching intently as you ash the joint, not meeting your eyes. “I mean, c’mon. All of our friends, your brother, even Wayne knows. I’ve never been known for my subtlety.” He chuckles softly, and you look at him. “I’ve had a thing for you since we were kids, Bee. I thought you knew that?” Deep down, you’re sure you’d known. That doesn’t make hearing it from him isn’t jarring. “It’s always been you. Everything else was a waste of time, a distraction from the pain I’d caused us both.”

“Even Chrissy?” You challenge, smirking.

He nods, though, face free of any humor. “Especially Chrissy. I’m pretty sure she knew it, too.”

You roll your eyes. “Such a heartbreaker.”

“I know. I don’t condone who I was then, but I was trying to get over you. All that progress is out the window now though.”

You give him a toothy grin as you hand the smoke back to him. “If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure I had those feelings, too.”

“Had? Past tense?”

“Yeah, totally past tense, proven by the way I was sucking on your face half an hour ago.” You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs loudly, making your stomach flip again. “Just, give me some time. Let’s maybe not tell anyone about this yet?” It’s not that you’re ashamed, or that you want to keep this from your friends. You just don’t know what this is, and you kind of want to keep Eddie all to yourself for now.

“Aye, aye. On one condition, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I get to keep kissing you.” He turns redder than you’d thought possible. “If you’re cool with that.”

“I think I can live with that condition.” You lean over the arm of the chair, and he quickly snubs the joint in the ashtray before meeting you in the middle, his lips already molding perfectly against yours, like they’d been made for each other. You can feel the way his lips curl into a smile as you deepen the kiss, already unwilling to let him go again. 

“I gotta pace myself.” He breaks the kiss eventually to speak, and you pout at him. “I’m gonna get greedy.”

There’s a heat in the pit of your stomach, and you try not to squirm under his gaze. “Would it be helpful or harmful to inform you that I want you to keep going?”

“Fuck. C’mere.” His words slur together as he offers his hand out to you. When you grab it, he pulls you from your own chair, onto his lap and buries his head in your neck, breathing deeply. “You’re so soft. Y’smell so good, too. Can’t believe you’re lettin’ any of this slide.” As if on autopilot, Eddie returns to marking up your neck. You let him, sighing into his touch as you try to focus on the way his hands grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers.

“Makes two of us,” Your dig is without malice, because it’s the least surprising thing, if you were to ask anyone you and Eddie had grown up with. “Can’t believe it hadn’t happened sooner.” You feel him shift, and he looks up at you.

“Really? You think we’d have tried it out in high school?

You shrug. “All things considered, I know we would’ve at least given it a shot eventually. There is no universe where we don’t. Not if you make me feel like this.”

When you look at him again, your heart practically shatters at the sight: silent tears streaming down his cheeks, bottom lip quivering, nostrils flaring in an attempt to hold back the sob in his throat. “I- I don’t even know what to say.”

“That’s a first.” You quip, swiping your thumb across his wet cheek. “You don’t have to say anything. Let me give you something else to do with your mouth, hm?”

He nods, neck straining towards you without even realizing. You place your hand on his cheek and take another look at him, one that hopefully conveys the millions of thoughts racing through your head right now, and lean in to kiss him yet again. His lips are slightly salty from his tears, but you relish in the honesty he’d shown you, the vulnerability you weren’t used to seeing from Eddie. He ‘s finally being real with you, and you cannot take that for granted.

–

crispy: u comin’ home? The message lights up your screen, and you look from the TV flashing images of an old slasher movie to respond: > maybe. not sure yet, dont wait up crispy: u with ed? > dont u have my location crispy: wanted to see if u’d lie > asshole crispy: use protection! c u later ;p

You roll your eyes, tossing your phone onto the empty cushion, and reach over to pet Ethel, who’s asleep purring in Eddie’s lap. Eddie casually stretches his arm out, resting it on the back of the sofa, and you hesitate only for a minute before scooching into the space he’s made for you against his ribcage. You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes to focus solely on the rise and fall of his chest, heartbeat steady but a little quicker than seems normal, making you bloom with a quiet pride. For once, there is no sense of impending doom, no waiting for the other shoe to drop. Being here, with him, feels right.

[jexversea]

guys please drop your theory about dynamic duo. even if gunn said it's gonna be a DC Elseworld i kinda afraid that this movie gonna mess up the characters lore. like they are making a totally new lores that force Dick and Jason just for them to be together as Robin somehow.

my theory (or at least what i would like to see) is this; dick and jason meet when the flying grayson is on tour in jason's city. and yea, they easily become childhood bestfriend. they always play together after dick's routine or after jason coming home from school.

dick eventually tell him about robin. a nickname that his mother gave to him. and jason think it was super cool and wish to be a robin too. it's purely because he feels inspire from dick and really just don't want to be separated from him.

they sometimes plays as batman. the two loves batman.

and there it was, the flying grayson tragedy. jason was there and saw it all. his mom dragging him out of the chaos while jason searching for his bestfriend.

bruce found dick and pulling him to his embrace and adopting him. since then, haley circus is closed and flying grayson is no more. jason keep asking to the circus where is dick, but nobody really knows. and even if they did, they keep silent. jason convinced that dick is dead.

jason is left alone with an abusive father. the thing is, his life was a little bit better when he met dick. now that he's gone, jason is suffering a lot more.

and then the news came up, batman and his newly debut sidekick named robin. the first time jason saw this on tv he couldn't believe his eyes. that boy is no other than dick grayson.

immediately he try to located him. looking for him in every places that batman and robin would go. the dark alley, the place for filthy criminals planning their own schemes.

jason nearly get himself killed if dick wasn't there dress as robin, kicking the bad guy ass until they passed out. dick asked "what are you doing here." jason, knew for sure that it was dick standing in front of him suddenly jump to hug him and say "i was looking for you."

dick push him away. the conflict between this two, i believe, is that dick grayson in his early robin days was full of anger. he is a changed person the day that his parent died. he channels his anger to punch bad guys.

dick is envy with jason, because both of his parents are still alive. that he had a chance to go to school and living a normal life.

jason is angry with dick, because he left him without saying a word. he's also jealous because dick get a chance to meet his idol, batman and became his sidekick even. it was his dream too.

the two is both angry and sad, because they were just a kid. the dynamic is change. but they find their way to reconciliate in the end.

that's just me, that's what i like to see in dynamic duo. the point is, i don"t want too many changes in the lore. but i would love a good storyline that could make them a couple of bestfriend as a kid.

[bomber-grl]

Secret Identities ♡

~ Damian Wayne x Vigilante Gn!reader

The two of you ran through orange leaf-filled nights, which gradually became fresh, hot, and now cold winter nights. The two of you became friends and great partners. To be honest, you don’t even know how but what you do know is you and Robin were definitely more than friends.

Just not sure what exactly.

You both stood on a rooftop overlooking Gotham City. When you noticed movement in some dark corner, you both made eye contact and sprang into action.

That’s just how close the two of you were.

The two of you finished off the last villain of the week and decided to wrap up your patrol, with a little break of course.

The two of you settled on the rooftop of a tall building and decided to chill there. Robin sat down with a thump, and you were bent over with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath.

“Let me guess, you want McDonald’s now?” Robin asked, obviously trying to tease at your knack at always wanting fast food or some sort of snack after patrol.

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes and sat next to Robin, your legs joining his over the edge.

And there was silence…

-that ended when you pat his shoulder and caught his attention. “It’s ok Robin, we all have personal issues so I’m not hurt by all teasing.”

Robin was shook.

Red spread across his ears,cheeks and the visible skin of his neck. “I don’t have personal issues!!” His eyebrows furrowing.

“Sure you don’t” you shrug and putting up your disbelief for show.

“I do not!” Robin realized he may have been overreacting and sat down facing away from you.

“Robin!” You say laughing and trying to hug him. You always loved how funny he got after being teased.

it was obvious Robins couldn’t resist facing away and soon surrendered himself to be assaulted by your affections.

Soon enough you stopped as you noticed Robins expression changed to that of a serious one.

“Hey what’s wrong?-“

Robin's face contorted as he let out a high-pitched sneeze, reminiscent of the ones girls used to force in middle school.

“…”

“That was so cute!-“SHUT UP DONT SAY ANYTHING”

As Robin pushed you away, you both laughed and he huffed out. You noticed how visible both your breath was.

As the holidays approached, each day marked another day without Robin's secret identity being revealed. The visible breath in the cold winter air especially highlighting the change of seasons.

It hit you suddenly, and you could feel the atmosphere change.

“Hey, it’s getting late, plus it’s cold and I def don’t want you getting sick” you say winking and trying your best to keep up the mood “ sooo how about we call it a night?”

You move to get up and although you wished Robin would stop you, you decided to just go home.

You definitely didn’t want to cry here.

He got up to and turned to you “yea, well good night”

“Yea, night” the two of you faced the other way.

You ran, getting a head start for a leap when you heard Robin running towards you.

You turned and he hugged you

HE MOTHER FUCKING HUGGED YOU-

Ofc you didn’t say that tho

“Um, I thought we were going our separate ways?” You asked while being smooshed by Robin.

Robin pulled back and looked you in your eyes as if asking for permission.

You were caught off guard but soon understood what he was insinuating and nodded, albeit meekly.

Robin pulled your mask up to your nose and pushed his lips against yours as if he’d been waiting for this.

To say that this kiss was desperate would be an understatement. It left both of you gasping and panting, and soon you both pulled back.

You pulled your mask back down and looked at Robin, who decided to open his big ass mouth.

“I…I liked that” he said, pointedly looking away, but the blush on his ears was obvious enough as to why.

“Yea well, goodnight Robin” you said as nonchalant as you could.

Even if you didn’t find out his secret identity and that kiss was the kiss of your lifetime, you still had the decency to get home before fan girling (couldn’t find a gender neutral term 😔)

—————————-

Hope the anon who went by rapid enjoys this!

Edit: this is terrible 💀

[suspiciouspiece]

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑨 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑫 ❦.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐇𝐞𝐲,𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 ! 🫶🏼 𝐈𝐟 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 . 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 . 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐚𝐭 , 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐨 . 

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐋𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 . 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 ? 𝐎𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ? 

⚠️𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 ! 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐫�� . ⚠️

Chapter 2 understanding & gods

The woods truly was empty. It was almost  disturbing in a way . “ Mmm that’s odd , you see homes of the animals yet nothing is here .” Robin point out . Chopper nodded,” from the smell they just left.” They kept walking into ussop screamed . 

“ What happened ?! “ “ Guys ! Notice how brook , chopper , zoro , Franky and luffy are no longer with us !!!” Nami’s eyes widened,it’s true ! It was just Usopp, Robin , and her . “ But how can we get separated in an empathy woods ? The island small too ! “ Robin had nodded,” Just as I expected, the woods aren’t empty. We got separated cause it’s like a mirror maze . Yet we can move freely. Listen closely.” 

A very small sound of water rushing, a bird singing, a bear snoring, and the walking of others. They couldn’t see any of that but they heard it . You have to be completely still and silent though. They could only see the brown trees with hints of dark green and blue-grey forest sky . Slightly foggy .“ It’s an illusion ! “ 

Meanwhile with zoro and Sanji . The two started arguing when they noticed the same thing . “ So some fake picture huh ? Can we cut / kick our way out ? “ Sanji opened his lighter and took a huff of his cigarette, seriousnes now all over his face .  “ Already tried ” “ Damn, what about jumping over ? “ “ We can try that .” 

Chopper, Franky , and Brook was met with a plain glass field. Some flowers here and there . Animal very much there and a little water fall . Unlike the rest of the crew that was struggling to break free. “ That’s so weird. I thought they said the animals disappeared.” Franky had sat down ,giving a carrot to one of the bunnies. “ They look pretty fine to me .” Brook looked around,” it’s so pretty here. No wonder that girl came here .” “ Yea,” Franky said now petting the bunny . 

“ Oh that right ! I can ask them if they seen the girl that the villagers were worried about!” Chopper had said talking to them .” They said she past through after feeding them and playing with them .” Franky smiled ,” so she safe . “ Brook stared ,” so why didn’t they go near the town than ?” “ They said the town disappeared to them which isn’t a bad thing, they don’t like being eaten.” Franky had stood up, “ but we seen the town so that means .” “ A force must be making them not able to see  or hear each other !” Chopper gasped. 

Luffy was having funny. He broke that mystery mirror, played with some animals, and sight seen . But he hadn’t found his target, that girl he wasn’t allowed to fight ! Or did he find her ?! He tripped, rolling down a hill, stop right before a river . A nake woman was bathing there . “ Ah found ya ! “ luffy smiled . The woman had jumped, oddly enough not covering her body. 

Luffy being luffy definitely took a look over the nake body. He was a little confused, it was supposed to be a ghost yet she looked solid, to him . “ Honestly I couldn’t care less if your eyes roam but if you think of touching me you’re dead.”  Luffy nodded. “ What are you doing out here alone? “The girl stepped out , luffy staring. He had a front row seat of everything . “ I’m relaxing. It’s peaceful here.” “ Oh ! Did you set that trap up ?” “ Oh that illusion, yes . The animals were complaining about the humans so I did them a favor for helping me . “ “ The human don’t like it tho !” “ I see , I guess you can’t please them all .” 

After dressing the woman sat down next to luffy . “ So who might you be exactly? You have to be unbelievable strong minded to break my illusion. “ Luffy smiled ,” Duh ! I’m gonna be king of the pirates ! “ “ King of the pirates huh ? That’s cute .” “ Yup my name’s luffy, the villagers were worried about you .” The woman smiled ,” I’m y/n , I didn’t mean to make anyone upset nor worried.” Luffy had stared ,” mmm how did you get here anyways ? “ “ mmm how do I know I can trust you? “ “ You can’t.” 

The answer took y/n by surprise.” I can’t ever know if I can trust you or not either but for now I am cause I like you ! “ Y/n couldn’t help but be in a good mood. “ I haven’t had a normal conversation like this in a long time . Thank you luffy .” y/n had kissed his cheek, “ But secret’s only get told in do time .” She had stood up , “ I should break that barrier so no more complaints get made.” Luffy jumped up ,” yea ! “ 

No matter how hard the groups tried they were stuck in one area ! Even chopper’s groups. Into pieces of glass fell and the illusion was over . The crew quickly meeting back up with each other . “ Luffy you did it but how ? “ “ Oh ! Y/N let us go ! Shishishi!” 

After explaining to the whole town and crew the people understand it wasn’t a grudge or ghost story. “ I see , did you go near our ship by any chance?” Zoro eyed. “ Oh yea I was making sure you weren’t trouble. Some pirates are very cruel, they unnecessarily hurt people for no reason.” Zoro eyed her , she told Half the truth. There was also sand that was moved around under the dock . She was hiding from someone , probably the marine that he also saw. 

“ Anyways y/n join our crew !!! “ Luffy smiled . “ Oh umm no thanks .” “ But we’re-“ “ RIGHT THERE BOYS GRABBED THEM IT’S THE STRAWHATS !!!” “ Damn the marines found us , run !!” Sanji yelled . 

Y/N didn’t flinch walking up into the boat too . “ LOOK THE STRAWHATS ARE WITH HER !!! THE GOD WHO WATCHES THE SEA !!! FALL BACK !!! FALL BACK !!! I REPEAT !!! FALL BACK !!! CALL FOR EMERGENCY!!! “ 

The group stared before eyes popping out of their skulls, “ GOD WHO WATCHES THE SEA ?! “ Y/n stared boredly ,” Was that really necessary?” “ YOU’RE A GOD ?! “ “ Does that really matter right now the marines are calling in an emergency meaning all the big guys are about to be running up here! “ The crew nodded, she was right. They got into position quickly getting away . 

When the messed settle down trust and believe they wanted a story . “ Alright explain yourself! “ zoro yelled . Y/n boredly sat down . Next to luffy . “ Remember what you said about trust ? “ luffy stared with a serious face,” I trust you still .” Y/N smiled, kissing his cheek,” I know you do .” 

“AAHSHDBSJSJSB SHE S-S-SHE KISSED HIM ?!!!!!!! “ Brook and Sanji was going through it . The rest of crew found it odd yet recovered.

“ I am Y/N y/l/n . I am called goddess of no return or God who watches the sea . I’m not a pirate nor any other type of criminal. I’m just so powerful they treat me by caution . That’s literally all .” “ OH YEA THAN WHAT WITH YOU AND LUFFY ?! “ Sanji cried.

“ He is a man I put faith in after all he did see my whole nake body.” 

“ WHAT ?! WHY HIM ?! HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN TO ME !!!! HE’S TAKING ALL MY DREAMS AWAY !!!!” Cried Sanji . “ what exactly do you mean by naked body? “ nami said with her sweat dropping. “ My beeep beeeep beeeep beeep .” “ LUFFY !!!!” 

Luffy was still pouting from earlier , a huge knotted on the top of his head . “ I can’t believe our captain is a pervert too , is it not bad enough that we have Sanji and Brook ?! “ Nami huffed. “ Honestly I’m a little surprised maybe luffy found the girl of his dreams. We bathed with him before and he never acted like that .” Nami agreed,luffy was more interested in a rubber ducky fight. “ Maybe you’re right. “ 

Y/n still wasn’t apart of the crew . She made it clear she just wanted to relax and have fun . She didn’t exactly have a dream. With her being a god it just was understandable at least that’s how the crew viewed it . Y/n thought of herself as a normal person. Y/n sat down next to luffy . Chopper in her arms . The three talked away . 

“ Dinner time ! “ Zoro still didn’t trust y/n . Ain’t no way it was just because she was powerful . Even if you are powerful you have to show it . She had to do something to make the world government that scared . She had no care in the world. Also ‘god ‘ ? He met a lot of so called ‘ gods ‘ and they were for show  and not actually recognize by the world government. Something was definitely fishy.  “ wow y/n can eat just as much as luffy !! “ ussop said horrified. In fact y/ n out ate luffy . “ Oh my bad , I used up a lot of energy so I was hungry. Ohk I lied the food was just too amazing. I was being a little greedy.” 

“ OH MY LOVELY Y/N !!!!! HOW I’LL CHERISH THIS COMMENT FOR EVER IN MY HEART !!!! MY BEAUTIFUL GODDESS OF PRUE BEAUTY AND LOVE !!!!! “ Sanji said floating in the air with hearts in his eyes . Y/n had smiled at him ,” No, thank you love, for the food . I’ll have to cherish this . “ Sanji had died right there from love . Chopper screaming and pulling his soul back in his body as y/n giggled. “ Flirty type I see .” Nami said smirking.

Y/n eyes widen ,” Oh my ! I’m sorry Nami ! I didn’t know ! I was just being nice . I would never steal your precious man ! “ Nami face when red and the group laughed . “ Y/N I WAS JUST TEASING ITS NOT LIKE THAT !!! “ “ Oh dear love you don’t have to be embarrassed, Sanji a good looking guy, good cook , and very sweet. Don’t be embarrassed about your love .” “ IM TELLING YOU YOUR WRONG! “ 

“ Nami and Sanji sitting in a tree , k , I , s , s , I , n , g !” The crew sing. “ You guys are just childish!” Screamed the embarrassed navigator . The rowdiness, calmed down. Y/n picked up chopper. Luffy following . The crew did their clean up, check to make sure everything was okay and was about to freshen up and go to bed. “ That’s odd where’s luffy and chopper “, said Franky . “ Oh they took a bath with Y/N .” Robin smiled.

Brook and Sanji quickly got to work running to the bathroom. “ HOW DARE YOU TWO LITTLE BUGS GET THE GLORY OF THE FORBIDDEN  FRUIT !!! “ Y/n held a towel in her hand drying her hair. They were done taking a bath and dressed in matching chicken wing pajamas. “Oh are you guys gonna join the pajamas party too !!  “Luffy smiled .

Brook and Sanji hit both of them ,” HOW COULD YOU WITHOUT US ! “ chopper eyes felt with tears, and luffy rubbed his head . “ what was that for ?” They were both slapped in the head by y/n after what they did .” How could you do that to your own crewmates ! “ Y/n had hugged chopper and luffy, getting a face full of titties . Silent screams . Brook and Sanji lost their sanity.

The two didn’t stop there, if Nami didn’t slap some sense into them during the time for bed . Poor y/n would have suffered. She putting a sleeping chopper with Zoro, who subconsciously realized something small and fragile was sleep near him and curled up . Having chopper be slightly protected . Luffy was smiling his ass off , “ ouuu since it’s a sleepover, let’s steal food !”

Y/n laughed , “ I thought you would say that .” Using a card ( looks the same as the ones from earlier) . Two family bags of chips, 6 family bags of candy, 4 corn dogs,12 sushi rolls , 2 boxes of pizza , 4 boxes of wings, & 4 streak dinners popped up on the bed . “ I already came prepared.” The two laughed after eating, they were tired . Telling sleepy stories and watching the stars through the window of the captains room . 

Cuddling each other . Luffy had giggled as y/n eyes closed . “ Sweet dreams Y/n .” Luffy smiled being reminded of his childhood with ace and sabo and their crazy sleepovers . Y/n slept so peacefully. She had dream she was being licked by puppies and kittens while seating on money on her private island . When she woke up to a loud call of breakfast ready. 

Poor Y/n woke up to find out luffy was chewing on her arm in his sleep . Of course while it was disturbing, it was lowkey cute watching him sleep of course into she was slammed down because the calling of breakfast woke him up, making him run to the door . 

Y/n sighed from the place she smack down into which was the soft bed which could be worse like the hard floor . Walking in she sat down . “ Goodmorning loves .” “ Goodmorning y/n !” The crew called like she was one of them .

[boybff]

wait hiiiii hi hello bestie i didn’t know u like video essays!! i’ve been trying to find more to watch recently, do u have any other recs? about any topic 👀

HIIIIII bestie Robin, are you ready?? After harvesting my Youtube subscription and liked video lists here is what I have compiled. I'm gonna put my current top 5 video recommendations and then the rest of the list, under the cut, is organized by creator.

Why Are There So Many Confederate Vampires

The art of religious interpretation (midnight mass vs god’s not dead)

Defunctland: Walt Disney's City of the Future, E.P.C.O.T.

Hogwarts Legacy, JK Rowling, and Trans Advocacy

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 1 - Water 

CHANNELS

biz barclay - hilarious, brilliant, my best friend who drinks wine and weaves me long insightful stories while sitting on the dresser or in the bathtub. The vast amount of knowledge, historical 

understanding snapewives: religion, fandom, sociology, & erotica

Goncharov (1973) video essay

The art of religious interpretation (midnight mass vs god’s not dead)

Xiran Jay Zhao - Author of one of my FAVE YA novels, “Iron Widow” (which is a MUST read). I always want more avatar content that focuses on cultural inspirations from trusted sources. Xiran taught me so much about the avatar universe I already loved as well as valuable critiques. They also do retellings of historical events such as- Bisexual Han Dynasty Emperors and Forgotten Warrior Queen - Fu Hao.

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 1 - Water 

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 2 - Earth 

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 3 - Fire 

Fundie Fridays - Jen, a leftist queer feminist, and her husband James examine different aspects of Christian fundamentalism, American conservative politics and pop culture. She has remade a lot of her older videos so make sure to watch the updated versions! She was also featured in the Amazon docuseries “Shiny Happy People” which I would HIGHLY recommend. 

Vacation Bible School of Rock (3 part video series History of Contemporary Christian Music)

Ken Ham’s Creation Museum & Ark Encounter

Ask a Mortician - Caitlin Doughty!!! The adult Wednesday Addams we should have got. So compassionate, informed, and moving!! I love her work and she has taught me so much about what it means to have a relationship with death and grief. Her work deals with heavy topics and you can tell she does this work from a deeply respectful, informed place. 

The Lake That Never Gives Up Her Dead

Let’s Visit the Churches Made of Human Skulls

Why are Black and White Funeral Homes STILL Separate? With Dr. Kami Fletcher

Iconic Corpse Series

Princess Weekes -  Nuanced video essays on pop culture, race, feminism, and other social issues. Takes time to break down complex concepts, their origins and material consequences. The essay on confederate vampires and the connection later made to sci-fi media like Firefly were so paradigm shifting to me!

Why Are There So Many Confederate Vampires

The Magical Negroes of Stephen King

Ro Ramdin - Poetic, biting, and introspective essays on pop culture. 

Do Celebrities Hate Their Fans? (Doja Cat, Frank Ocean)

Hogwarts Legacy, JK Rowling, and Trans Advocacy

DefunctLand- History of extinct theme parks and themed entertainment experiences. 

Defunctland: Walt Disney's City of the Future, E.P.C.O.T.

Disney Channel’s Theme: A History Mystery

Mina Le - Fashion, movies and pop culture

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO UGLY: The Curse of Modernism

FAIRYTALE COSTUMES: it’s giving renfaire but why?

Quinton Reviews - Extensive videos covering niche topics, most popular for Nickelodeon deep dive retrospectives.

How Documentaries Lie to You

The ICarly/Victorious Saga Playlist

TheEpicNate315 - yea i fucking love endless hours of useless skyrim lore because the conspiracies are so deep and I have to do 0 of the research to get all of the information years of scouts worked to piece together! 

The Skyrim Mysteries Iceberg (Part 1 of 4)

The Fallout Mysteries Iceberg (Part 1 of 2, incomplete series)

Mike’s Mic - Silly, goofy, and thorough breakdowns of nostalgic TV shows

Any of his unhinged recaps - LOST, Pretty Little Liars, Glee

Tiffanyferg - Media criticism and commentary

Internet Analysis Series 

Zoë Ligon - sex educator, artist, and writer, who also owns SpectrumBoutique.com, a health and education oriented sex toy store. Such a special place in my heart for her!! Her bondage mini-documentary with Midori was so touching. 

Sex Stuff | Japanese Rope Bondage with Midori

Channels Newer to Me

Broey Deschanel - a mixture of film analyses, retrospectives, politics and just absolutely overthinking anything to do with pop culture

Elvis (2022) and the Utter Mediocrity of Biopics 

Meeptop - rambling about movies and stuff

Who is Dahmer Even Made For?

LadyJenevia - discussing entertainment media content including films, television series, etc. Expect to find reviews of recent cinematic releases, video essays on older releases, and interviews with talent from the film/television industry

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery and The Art of Hiding in Plain Sight (Netflix Review/Video Essay)

As a disclaimer, I am not endorsing any creator fully and if you see someone you think I should not promote please reach out to me so I can edit this list. As a general rule of thumb the more I had to write about someone, the more informed the recommendation.

[caterpisser]

I would lovee to hear the lore dump about your otherworldly ocs :]c they're such cool designs and id love to hear more!! <3

AUDHAIUCFGEQIUDHWIQUEFHIUWDHE YAYYY!!!!! YAYY!!! YAY!!!! HI THIS IS RLLY RLLY RLLY LONG SO STRAP IN LOL Other Worldly is a story I've been writing for like 3ish years and it's gonna be a psychological horror comedy set in a modern fantasy world. I want it to be a video game that I'll hopefully start actually making next year hehe Gonna put a really really long-winded worldbuilding explanation below the cut but dw if you don't wanna read it it's a lot lolololol

So on Urf the terrain is a lot more than it is irl. The wildlife is essentially a lot bigger, and so are the predators. Depending on the area, humans have animalistic traits originally there to help them fend against these predators. However, this is set in modern day so humans have a lot more technology now and over the generations they've lost things like natural camouflage and such. That's why characters like Robin and Piper have unnatural skin tones and different pupils (although the pupils are hard to see bc their eyes are so short). Not all humans have remnants of the past, though! Larry and Gary's families have evolved past them so they look completely human. There's also nature spirits who are kinda personifications of things like forests and bodies of water who are there so take care of said piece of nature. They can kinda take whatever form they want and most of them stay away from humans (theres more to it but that might have to be a separate post lol). OK SO THE ISLAND was originally a piece of Urf but it was taken and lifted into the sky by two spirits named Madre and Pater who wanted to start a new society. I tend to imagine the island the size of a small town. The island itself is floating in Urf's atmosphere but is invisible to humans because it's covered by thick clouds always surrounding the planet (there is a reason for this). It was lifted way back when around the 1800's so that's the basic reference point I have for a lot of the fashion and architecture. It is flexible though since it isn't the 1800's and I imagine Pater goes to Urf frequently. Madre and Pater are treated as the gods of the island, ruling over the citizens tightly. Some people worship both equally, but many have a bias toward Pater since he's more outgoing than Madre. You might be wondering, who is living on this island??? It isn't humans, but star people. People born from stars. Tbh they can also be explained in another, longass post but to point out something important, Starborns don't have sex organs or genitals. They're regarded without gender on the island and Madre and Pater are the only ones referred to with gendered terms up there, making them divine in nature. (to overexplain it a little, being a man/woman isn't really a thing up there and is basically a status symbol to show Madre and Pater are above their citizens). TO FINALLY EXPLAIN SOME OF THE STORY, Ernest grew up heavily worshipping Madre. They're extremely loyal to her and go to her for advice a lot. They sincerely love her deeply and couldn't imagine her ever doing anything bad. So completely unrelated, she sends Ernest to Urf after Pater's mysterious death. I wonder what happened. So anyway, after falling, they meet a forest spirit named Lenore who takes them to live with Larry, her best friend. That's kiiinda where the mandatory story ends. I have a few routes planned and there is technically a canon storyline but that's just what happens until the player is set loose to have fun. SO YEA THAT'S THE BASICS OF MY STORY LOLOLOL I HAVE A LOT OF FREE TIME TO WORLDBUILD SO THERE'S A LOT HERE ALSO TYSMSMSSMSMSM FOR ASKING I GOT SO ELATED SEEING THIS ASK TYSMSMSMSSM

[casp1an-sea]

MY OCs

no judgement zone!

check out @ramblingsofamadblob for random world building and OC posts too complicated for my main

PERSONA AND MISC:

My persona (design is old)

Wolfy (my first OC the name is a give away)

Hideaki Fukumaru

Kip Burns

Andras Fairchild (kind of a marvel OC)

Personified Sharks

*Bagel Add*

TWST:

Caspian Aster (My Yuu)

Reed Laurier (self insert)

Gossamer Bellamira (main TWST OC)

Robin Terach

Muktuk

Dr. Adagio Desrosiers-Sideris (Teacher OC)

Verre Courvoisier

Stewart “Stew” Robert Rutherford III

The Mer Siblings

Alceé Bordelon

Silas Sparrow (Yuu OC)

Somercrest University gang

STAR WARS OCs

(I have to many they’ll be listed on a separate post)

Spidersona and OCs:

Cassander Armyn

Harriet “Harry” Osborn

Citizen 13 “Nye”

Peter Parker (theater universe)

Casey Jones (yes this is TMNT)

Luke Skywalker (yea this is SW)

Harriet “Harry” Osborn

Malachi J.

Lily Parker

Lego Fam:

literally a story I made up when I was like 5 and continuously revamped (yea some names are stolen from Wild Kratts because I was 5 but the characters are there one thing.)

Martin

Aviva

Malachi

Milo

Chris

Bethany

Trina

Opal

Sarah

Leia

Parents and side characters

BSD:

Timothy Zahn

Lemony Snicket AKA Daniel Handler

C.S. Lewis

Harry Potter:

Renátusz (Reh-na-too-sz) “Renny/Ren” Balogh

There’s more but I’m lazy :P

[ongreenergrasses]

are you seated? this is the married off anon and be prepared for a very long series of compliments. When someone is kind and talented enough to write 10k off a rando idea you have, you go the distance in return. This fic was one of the most thought provoking takes on this trope I've ever read, and my god, how you came up with this is insane. first of all hell yea to survivor!annie, put some respect on her name!! but then to address how deeply her training/career background has shaped her in her survival, reactions, etc. I mean that twist at the end....I don't want to spoil but I was speeeeechless. I also loved how mags foreshadowed and that was obviously taken with a grain of salt by the others characters, but also by me bc in my experience that has never been explored before and standing ovation b/c what a way to characterize annie. Like I genuinely think you are one of the premiere people who just get her nuance. Ending with such a powerful display of empathy too, truly perfect. Now onto Finnick i loved the line about Robin comparing their situations, that was an absolute BAR. I loved that from his POV we see that he wears his heart on his sleeve and though someone who is treated so poorly by others, he always puts others first (yes there's the dynamic that he's forced to via Snow, but he also puts himself in compromising positions for the sake of others when he does want to act for himself which is something that I think can't separate). I've always seen this as his overall arc in in the book but you translated this so beautifully. This is probably getting too long but the pearls, the letters, the original characters, the physicality you carved out these moments to paint a desperate and horrifying picture and seeing how the characters reacted to this was sublime. I loved how you turned this trope on its head. And I love even more that even though this was an odesta fic, this was more of a display of their characters together, but not actually together. more like two planets in orbit with each other. I love how I'm still not sure what their feelings truly are for each other by the end, but you've opened up so many more avenues for the relationship that "crept up"

🥹🥹🥹🥹 anon this is so nice oh my goodness

I’m so glad you liked it!!!! I actually got the idea for the very last scene first and constructed from there…not how I usually do things, but it was effective I think in its way. but I’m so glad you like how I characterized Annie, this is a trope that I actually like in general because of the secrecy and yearning that it lends itself to but also it’s so often that like. people get lazy and just have Finnick save her. and the way I conceptualize Annie, she is not just going to sit around and wait to be rescued, she’s going to take action.

I think Finnick’s got a bleeding heart and he does put others first absolutely to his detriment, and he also has an enormous blind spot when it comes to her. plus although he never outright says it in this fic, because I don’t think he can let himself think it, he’s just as lonely as she is.

but YES them orbiting each other, them existing in parallel, you’re picking up on what I was putting down…I mean everything about this ask is making me go YES. married off anon gets it. yes this is about them, yes this is about their relationship, but the fact that we get to the end of the fic and Annie says that he doesn’t know anything about her at all, they still have so much more to learn about each other. and it was delicious to write.

thank you for your prompt (because truly, I really enjoyed writing this fic and I think it’s probably one of my better ones) and for your kind words again 💜💜💜💜 so glad you liked it!!!!