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eddiernunson · 6 months

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Pathetic | Virgin!Eddie Munson x f!Reader | 18+

Summary: Eddie surprisingly asks you out, despite being in separate social circles. When he doesn't make a move on any dates, you ask and discover the fun of making him whimper

Warnings: sub!Eddie, (slight) dom!reader, edging, multiple orgasms (m), no protection, virgin!eddie, sloppy ending, and just making Eddie whine

Barely edited.

Inspired by a conversation with @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you when we talked about this exact thing.

Word Count: 2.3k

To say it surprised you when Eddie Munson asked you out would be an understatement. You found him decent looking enough, eyes following his slim hips or limber fingers when you had the chance. Since you’re in completely different social circles, tables on the opposite ends of the cafeteria, you never interact.

However, one Friday afternoon he approached you, a shy smile on his face as he asks you to a Drive In, you accepted sincerely.

When you’re in his passenger seat, you find yourself surprised by how his hands don’t even attempt to make their way under your tiny skirt, a feat you’ve faced from every other date you’ve had since reaching high school. It was stupidly refreshing. In fact, so refreshing, by the end of the date as he continues licking the butter of the popcorn your thighs end up tensing up, now wishing he had fingered you in the fucking Drive In.

When he dropped you off at home, he gives a gentle kiss on your cheek, promising to call you the next day. Your fingernails leave moon imprints on the palm on your hand, officially fucking sexually frustrated because of Eddie fucking Munson.

He takes you on a few more dates as the time goes on, still never making a move. Not the restaurant, bowling alley, or the arcade. You got a long well with him, his humour and yours mixing well as you get to know him, but if you didn’t get his cock down your throat soon, you were gonna lose it.

Now you sit on his couch, absentmindedly watching reruns of Bewitched as he practices on his guitar. His nimble and fast fingers distract you, zoning in on them as you watch them, not even noticing that the reruns have ended and the tv is now playing The Mary Tyler Moore Show.

You clear your throat, getting his attention. He looks up, his expression taken aback as his eyes peer up at you with his mouth half open. “Hmm?” He asks, licking his fingers for a slight relief.

God, he’s a tease. “Please just kiss me already.”

His eyes noticeably widen, his mouth partially opening. “Huh?”

You shuffle up to him in the corner of the couch and lift his guitar from him, gently placing it on the coffee table. “Kiss me.”

His mouth shifts into a boyish smile, licking his lips as he glances to your lips, just a little bit. You sit right next to him. You sit on your own leg, grabbing at his face as you finally, finally place your lips on his luscious pink ones. It’s gentle, far gentler than you’re craving from him, been craving. Your mouth opens slightly, leading the way as you swallow a muffled whine from him. Your tongue collides with his, hungrily starting to crawl closer to him. “C-can we please go to your room?” You ask, knowing the couch won’t be enough.

His eyes take a minute to open, glazing over as they switch between yours, his cheeks flushed. In hindsight, you’re not sure how you didn’t see initial signs.

Eddie holds your hand as he leads you to his room at the end of the hall, biting his lips nervously. You lie on his bed, tugging him by the jean vest on top of you, hungrily kissing him. Throughout the kissing, there’s numerous muffled moans you swallow, your hands holding his back as his stay stationed on your hips, fingers unsteady and tense.

“Um…I-I need to tell you something.” Eddie mumbles, his voice low and husky.

“Hmm?” You ask, peering into his now darkened brown eyes.

He looks down between the two of you, an audible gulp leaving his throat. “I’m…I’m a virgin.”

Your eyebrows raise by reflex, suddenly several things making sense. “And…that’s why you haven’t made a move?” You ask, assessing his nervousness.

He nods, entirely vulnerable and the complete opposite of the front he puts up at school.

“That’s okay,” you nod, attempting to calm him down with your soft tone. “We just have a lot of time to make up for.” You don’t give him a chance to register this comment, leaning up for another desperate kiss. “Will you let me suck your cock?” You ask, noting the slight pressure now at your thigh.

It’s visible as he short circuits, his eyes darting as he takes it in. “A-are you sure?”

You swing your weight so you’re now on top, giggling as he gives you this look of pure astonishment. “Mmhmm!”

You quickly crawl down to face the bulge in his pants, drooling gathering in your mouth at the sheer size of him. Your hand reaches out to palm him, his startled and guttural moan satisfying you the shit out of you. Oh, you’re going to have a lot of fun. Your hands move to undo the button on his black jeans with ease, eagerly pulling down his pants has his cock pops out.

“Holy shit, you’re huge.” You mumble, taking in his size. “Ed. Look at me.” You wait patiently as his eyes open to face yours, placing your tongue tentatively on the pink weepy head, a whine escaping his throat as it makes contact. Your hand wraps around the base, licking tentatively at his head, feeling as his cock twitches in your hand. “Cock is so fucking needy, huh?” You ask, just teasing him.

Eddie nods enthusiastically, mouth open and eyes half closed. God, he looked desperate in the best of ways.

Slowly, you wrap your lips around the head, sucking tentatively as you start to stroke the length of him, veins pulsing. His stomach is already starting to tense, a sign that he was close. “You close, baby?” You ask, stroking his cock slowly.

“Uh huh.” Eddie whines, his legs starting to move under you restlessly.

You hum, starting to take a much larger amount into your mouth, bobbing your head quickly. Within seconds Eddie’s tip is shooting cum down your throat, the delicious salty taste making you hum around him.

“Fuck!” Eddie swears, left leg tensing under you. “Fuck, that was fast, I’m so sorry.”

“Aww, it’s okay.” You tell him, still stroking him sleepily. “If your pretty cock hasn’t been touched before, I understand. Think you can cum again?”

Eddie lets out a laugh in disbelief. “Um…”

“Wanna see if I can make you cum again...” You take his length further into the heat of your mouth than before, bobbing your head up and sucking with more enthusiasm.

Under you, he whines more desperately, his torso hiking up in intervals, hands intertwined in his hair as everything you give him sends him dumb.

As your hand moves under to roll his heavy balls, Eddie gasps loudly as he cums again within minutes, sucking him until every drop is shot into your throat again. “Ah, shit.” You lazily stroke him, eyes half open as you watch him get his bearings again. “Fuck, cock hurts, baby.”

“Oh, does it?” You ask, your tone of voice slightly condescending. “I think I’m gonna blow you until you cum two or three more times and then I’m gonna ride the shit out of you.” Your voice is casual as you explain it to him, but your pussy throbs at the prospect of making him whine pathetically even more.

His tip was darkening in shades of red from the sensitivity, gasping as you kiss at the tip. “Ed. Say a random word.”

“Huh?”

“Top of your head.”

Eddie takes advantage of the break you’re giving him, racking his thoughtless brain for a word without question. “Uh, duck.”

“Okay. If you really can’t handle another orgasm, you say that word as a last resort and I will stop, okay?” Eddie nods, his eyes squeezed shut. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie lifts his head up to you, eyes heavy as he nods again. “Okay, now I wanna hear some more of those pathetic little whines of yours.”

His cock twitches in your hand at that, a nonverbal cue that he was enjoying the shit out of this. You lick a long stripe up his cock, the gasp out of your mouth as you do is nearly feral as you do. As your thumb presses on his slit as you go back down to the base, starting to mouth at the skin of his balls. His whole-body tenses up, gasping as you suck at the flesh, soaking him with your spit. You move down, hand still stroking him as you attack the perinium, licking and sucking gently. As your head moves back up to the tip, he’s continuing to twitch. You wrap your lips around the head alone, flicking your tongue it up and down against it, his whine pure music to your ears.

This does it for the third time, the salty taste getting better and better.

Eddie is restless under you, mouth moving like he wants to say words but nothing coming out. “Look at you, so fucking pathetic. I haven’t even choked on your big cock, yet.”

“Pl-please” He chokes out, his voice breathy as he begs for you.

“Please, what, hmm?” You ask scattering wet kisses along the pulsing veins in his cock.

“P-please choke on it?” He asks, licking his lips desperately.

“Oh, baby is so desperate for it, hmm?” He nods shakily, his breathing short and jagged.

You immediately take him into the back of your throat, gagging on his cock with the most sinful sounds, Eddie’s hips pushing up to put more in your mouth, whining as he does. Your hand reaches out for his, placing it on the crown of your head. His hand pushes it on you, forcing his cock down your throat and starting to fuck it. Your eyes burn, a tear dressed in mascara falling slowly down your cheek and onto his thigh. As he finally fucks one last time in your mouth, shooting down your throat, he gasps, starting to feel much more sensitive as he cums a fourth time.

Finally, you as you lift your head he sees the trail of mascara down your cheeks, seeing the concern flash in his eyes. “You, you okay?”

You giggle, wiping the salt away from your flushed cheek. “Oh, that’s just part of the job.” You kiss his twitching tip, tongue lapping at it softly. “Trust me, that’s a good blow job when I’m crying.” His dick twitches, turned on by it. You ignore it, knowing you have plenty of time for him to fuck your throat on your knees. You had one last goal, wanting his hips to twitch.

“Gonna make you cum one more time, baby.” You say, licking thoroughly up and down the length. It’s a bit tamer this time, just jerking him off and playing with the sensitive tip as you maintain the eye contact. As he got close, his hips start to lift at their own accord, the moans on a whole new level. “Look at your hips twitching, baby. Wanna cum all over my face?”

“Please” He begs.

An impulsive thought takes over, stopping the action right as his tummy starts tense up.

Eddie’s eyebrows meet in the middle as he lets out a echo of disappointment. “Baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” You apologize, stroking him quickly again. “Wanted to see that pathetic little face one more time.” You focus on him, getting him over the edge one last time as his hips twitch uncontrollably from the edge, gasping in little moans. As his sticky cum shoots, much less than the first time you open your mouth, wanting to accept his cum with your mouth open and smiling as the cum dresses your face.

You hum, grabbing the edge of your shirt to wipe it off, not caring much for this graphic tee, anyway. As you crawl up to him, you grin madly, taking in the way he’s eyes are glossed over. “You good?”

He nods lazily, breathing heavily. “What the fuck was that?”

You shrug, leaning in for a sweet kiss. “You need some water?”

“No, I want you to ride me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fucking sure. Ride me, please.”

“Okay!”

After taking off your panties and skirt, you lift your leg to straddle him, making eye contact as you move his cock to your entrance. “You gonna wear your shirt?”

“You’re still wearing your shirt.” You point out, and Eddie laughs, his palm hitting his face sheepishly.

“Right. Whatever.”

Finally, you sink down on his cock, your pussy begging you for attention as you sucked him off. “Eddie.” You gasp out, his length filling you up deliciously. “Oh my god.”

“Now whos’ pathetic?” He asks, his voice quite cocky for someone who just came five times in what…ten minutes?

“Your cock is fucking good, Ed. Can you fucking blame me?” You tell him, deciding to ignore his unearned cockiness…for now.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight.” Your hips start to roll, the pleasure all encompassing as he reaches the deepest depths of you. “Roll those hips, oh my god.”

Okay. You have to point it out. “You’re surprisingly cocky for someone that just came so many times.”

“Wait until I fucking eat you out, babe.”

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, starting to bounce on him as you chase the orgasm that you’ve been denying yourself, listening to Eddie moan and babble even more.

“Gonna cum, Ed.” You warn him, sneaking up on you with how wet and horny you were.

“Me too.” He hums, a stupid silly smile on his face.

When you cum together, sweaty and sunny, you rest on his chest, petting his chest gently as you bask in the afterglow.

Effectively, you have solved your problem as Eddie sneaks his hand under your skirt the next time you’re sitting at the drive in.

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kairiscorner · 3 months

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day out with toge inumaki.

he'd take your hand and point to the nearest arcade, hoping to convince you to please spend a few hours with him playing video games or claw machine games.

he'd be the master of getting prizes from the arcade honestly, he's pretty good at those rhythm game machines, he has such fast reflexes; and he saves up all his tickets to get you a plushie or prize from the prize corner that you really wanted.

inumaki likes to play just dance, it that's his little secret; he only exposes himself for liking it when he drags you with him to a just dance game in the arcade and dances with you.

he isn't really the best at photogenic selfies, so he leaves it up to you instead to take photos of him, he doesn't mind you taking one of him when he's playing, he actually thinks he looks better in your stolens of him than when he takes a selfie of his own...

he'd carry half of the shopping bags you accumulate from going store to store, he doesn't ask for anything in return though, it's fine.

unless you offer, then he's requesting for some sushi for dinner, and maybe a milktea for dessert if you could!

when you get sleepy or tired after a whole day out with him, he takes you both to a bench to sit and wait by the cab line for a taxi, while letting you rest on his shoulder for a few minutes.

he'll never be able to tell you, but he does love it when you rest on him; you aren't that heavy to him, in fact, you're quite warm and cuddly, you make him wanna sleep with you by his side on this bench now, too... but you two have to head back to the dorms.

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kingtomura · 2 months

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Tomura's Masterlist

all works contain 18+ content. reader discretion is advised. mdni

Series:

Strict Parents AU:

Good Girl

It's not your fault that your boyfriend was hard for people to warm up to. God, your parents were so lame. But so were you. So you did what anyone else with strict parents would, and you cut him off. Bad idea.

Bloodline

Tomura Shigaraki is so nice! He teaches you the secrets to Mario Kart online, he teaches you how to disable your location so your strict parents can't track you, And today he's even teaching you how to work past your gag reflex.

Arcade

There's nothing worse than getting ditched by your so-called friends on a Friday night. Well, maybe the asshole complaining about your skills at the arcade has that beat. Tomura Shigaraki knows how to make one hell of a first impression.

Chaptered:

Vitality

You were always told heroes and villains had no place in your home. Not when there’s an increase in crime, not when there’s monsters on the loose in Hosu and certainly not when the man in your home raises a hand to you. All it takes is one impulsive decision to change your life forever. Chapters: one. two. three. four. five.

Coming soon...

One shots:

Lessons (Dark content)

Tomura thinks its time you learned an important lesson.

Uber eats

What a crappy Friday night! You're the only driver for your restaurant and you have to deliver to this Tomura S. guy. The worst part? He never tips.

Cat and mouse

Your ex boyfriend has some nerve texting you at three in the morning — an entire week after the disaster breakup you had. You should really go over there and give him a piece of your mind. Well, you know what they say about famous last words.

#shigaraki x reader #mha masterlist #shigaraki tomura x reader

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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Harrington's Sister

Billy Hargrove x Harrington!fem!reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: fighting (blood, stitching), reader and billy sneaking around and making out lol, lots of smoking, drinking, parties, lots of drunk characters running around

Author’s Note: If you recognize this one you probably read ‘Harrington’ in 2020! This is the updated version of that and also the longest thing I’ve posted on this blog too date! What can I say, my love for Billy possesses me and takes over.

Disclaimer: While this is set during season 2, I don’t condone Billy’s actions in that season in the slightest. He’s an asshole and racist and has done inexcusable things. Whenever I write for him I am writing for a version of him that could’ve been better had the world around him been expanded more!

Original Request: by anon, hello! I love all of your recent content and I was wondering if you could write a billy hargrove x harrington!reader? something like they’re in a make out session and they get caught? or literally anything if you’re not comfortable with that. thank you x

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You leaned against Steve’s car, looking down at your wristwatch. He was late. Again. You had homework to do and the longer he took the longer you would be up working. You weren’t willing to pull an all-nighter before the test you had tomorrow in first period.

You looked around the bustling crowd of people for your older brother. He was only older by 10 months. The Harrington’s ‘two kids and done’ rule was over within two years, which prompted you and Steve to be so close in age.

You pushed yourself off the side of his car and wondered if Nancy had left yet. She was probably with Steve if she hadn’t. You might be able to find him, or at least get a ride from her. You had a grueling ethics essay that needed your attention and you knew that if the motivation went away you wouldn’t be able to retain it soon enough to get it done.

You started to look through the parking lot, filled with high schoolers who couldn’t drive for the life of them, for Nancy’s car. You didn’t dare enter the roadways with everyone leaving. You slithered between some parked cars and ran right into Billy Hargrove who was opening up the driver's door to his camaro.

“Woah there,” he said out of reflex, holding his hands to stop your momentum. Your breath hitched from the distraction. You were surprised to see him still around. Usually he was the first out of the parking lot, his car screeching as it made sharp turns.

“Sorry,” you breathed out. You tried to go around him but his car door was still in the way.

“Have you seen Max?” he asked. He knew you were often around his sister, or at least Steve was.

“No. Have you seen Steve?”

“No,” he grumbled. He looked above your head. You weren’t sure if he was looking for his sister or your brother but you didn’t move out of his way. “I’m supposed to take her to the arcade.” He wasn’t sure why he was telling you this. Perhaps it was because you were so off limits that he couldn’t help but be fond of you. Maybe it was because you were the only person in front of him who could listen. It was probably because you were in similar predicaments.

“Yeah well I have to do homework and Steve has the car keys,” you responded. He met your eyes. “If you see him will you yell at him?”

“I always do sweetheart.” You pursed your lips and pushed past him, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face. Billy Hargrove was the worst kind of guy. Steve hated him and you didn’t blame him. He was an asshole to everyone around him and a delinquent in the most traditional form.

But you couldn’t help but feel some sort of attraction towards him. It was likely rooted in the hatred Steve had for him, the natural urge to defy your older brother. You avoided him as best you could because you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him for longer than you could stand him.

You saw Steve standing beside Nancy’s car and you ran up to him, shaking off the small interaction for nothing more than it was. Small.

Billy wouldn’t say he went out of his way to see you but he did park right next to Steve’s car for a reason. When you approached it at the end of the school day he was already there, waiting, a cigarette dancing between his fingers.

“Where’s Harrington?” Billy questioned. You went to open the passenger door to ignore this conversation but of course it was locked.

“I’m Harrington,” you argued. You turned around. There was no getting out of this one.

“Steve,” he corrected. He gestured with his two fingers back at the school. “Caught up with Wheeler again?” “Getting things from his locker. At least told me he would be longer today.” Billy pushed himself off the side of his car gently, not wanting to leave any kind of scruff on it. You were so close just by the sheer nature of the car’s being parked beside each other. You swallowed hard.

“Max skipped today,” he said, voice low. “I could take you back if you don’t wanna wait.”

“Now why would you do that?” you questioned. You crossed your arms defensively. You hoped that putting some more space between you two would make it easier to deny him.

“Out of the kindness of my heart.”

“You have a heart?”

“You’re welcome to come check for a pulse.” You narrowed your eyes at him, a sly smile playing on your face. You were close enough to touch him and though you knew you shouldn’t, you wanted to make him think you were bolder than you were. You put your hand flat on his chest. He had his red shirt half unbuttoned. You were touching his skin with your fingers spread out. You made a face like you were thinking, contemplating the heart within him.

“Feels faint. You should get that checked out Hargrove.” He was looking at you with eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. Lust? Adoration? Thrill?

“You probably got a better grade in bio than I did. I’ll take your word for it.” You looked behind him, trying to find Steve among the crowd of dissipating students. “What harm will it do?” he asked, like he could read your mind.

You met his eyes again.

“You got a piece of paper?”

He went and shuffled through his dashboard for something to write on. He found a napkin and you pulled a pen out of your bag.

Found another ride

Sister

You put the napkin underneath the windshield wipers. Then you got in the passenger seat of Billy Hargrove’s car. You could smell the cologne he wore everyday, like he had spilled it on the carpet and it never came out. When he started the car music erupted from the speakers, Van Halen you were fairly sure. He pulled out of the parking spot, almost hitting someone, and then screeched through the lot to the exit.

You tried to hide the thrill in your chest. You shouldn’t be this excited to be in his car, to be on the other end of watching him leave the school. You were victim to something every other girl in the near vicinity was - feeling a pull towards the bad boy. You wanted to be better or at least be different but he had this routine locked down. He knew exactly what he was doing when he turned the music down to look at you. You wondered if the eyes he was making were part of his line, to reel you in.

“Which way am I turning?” he questioned, lowly. You pointed up towards the next street.

“Right. Then the second left.” He nodded. He took the turn too sharply. Despite his recklessness, you felt safe in the car with him. It’s like his own belief that he was invincible had worn off on you. “Thank you for taking me.” You had no real need to be home sooner. You would’ve been fine waiting for Steve. But you found you were better now that you were with Billy.

“No problem sweetheart.”

You drove in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. You were surprised to find him not throwing out line after line. Maybe this was his thing. Make you want him more than he wanted you so that giving in felt like his choice. He had the music turned up more, tapping on the steering wheel.

“Right up here.” There was an ease in the air that was only encouraged by the slight summer air from the windows. Billy rolled his down a bit to get the airflow. The sunrays were burning up your thighs. You squirmed, trying to get them out of the direct light. “That house.”

You knew the drive was gonna be short but you still found yourself wishing you had led him elsewhere. Some sort of long route to have a reason to stay with him. He pulled up in front of your house, looking up at it.

You followed his gaze, trying to see it how he would.

There was a gentle silence.

“You wanna go get something to ea-”

“Yes,” you finished. You had seen that charming smile on his face, one that he gave when he knew he got what he wanted. He reached in front of you and grabbed a cigarette pack out of the front compartment. He pushed one out with his finger and placed it between his teeth.

“You know your brother probably wouldn’t want you in my car.”

“I think I’m a big girl who can make decisions for herself. Don’t you?” The smile grew, all teeth. He had raised his eyebrow slightly, like he was assessing the situation and knew how it would end.

“Let’s get something to eat.”

He had never turned off the car. He pushed down on the gas.

Something about Billy was so easy. The foundation of your relationship had been built on secrecy, which made it so alluring. Maybe the two of you were just destined to continue some sort of doomed circle of attraction. Whatever the reason, you weren’t about to let go.

Billy and you stuck to sneaking around after school, ignoring each other during it. You would often pretend to have a study group, which was believable. You would also make up some story about sleeping over at a friends, which was less so, but you saved that for special occasions.

Sneaking around with Billy was the most scandalous thing you had done. You were willing to bet it wasn’t the most scandalous thing he had done. But for some reason he stuck around, never giving you a hint of wanting to be somewhere else.

The inside of the Camaro had become a comfort. You started to know the grooves of the car, the way the passenger door stuck or the dim lighting of the overhead bulbs.

You pushed the rearview mirror back so that you could see your face. You fixed your hair, messy from an afternoon well spent. Billy snuck a hand onto your thigh. You eyed him evenly.

“Down boy,” you whispered.

He scoffed, his tongue coming out in his smile. He removed his hand obediently but not after a pat. You adjusted the seat you were in so it wasn’t reclining anymore. You looked back at yourself in the mirror, surprised to see you were grinning. It was like you couldn’t help it.

You glanced out the window out of habit. You were parked on the side of a highway ten miles outside of Hawkins. You knew there were almost no chances of Steve finding you out here, but the adrenaline of the almost kept you looking.

“Harrington isn’t gonna find us out here. Relax princess.” You gave him a narrow look. “Steve isn’t gonna find us out here.” You nodded once and relaxed back into your seat. He placed a toothpick between his teeth.

“You never know. He likes to be spontaneous.”

Billy was so used to sneaking around. Usually it was with girls he didn’t want to be seen with. It was rooted in selfish reasons, almost every time. Almost. He found that sneaking around with you was more exhilarating. Was it because of Steve or had Billy Hargrove actually found himself in love?

The mere thought made him want to pull away from the situation but he stayed, too stubborn to fight even himself.

“Would it be so bad if he caught us?” Billy asked. You placed your elbow on the dash between you, holding your chin in your hand.

“He’d kill you,” you whispered. He looked up at you, the smile on his face creeping wider.

“I’d like to see him try,” he whispered back, a surprising amount of sincerity in his voice.

“You sure you don’t need a ride today?” Steve was following close behind you. You were weaving through the crowd of rushing students.

“I’m sure. Thank you though.” If you weren’t so wound up in the heat of the relationship you might’ve still had Steve take you back a couple times a week. Most of the time you were skipping the last period with Billy or you had him taking you home before Steve ever left the school.

It had been almost a month that you and Billy had been sneaking around. Nancy wasn’t really cutting it anymore, in the way of excuses. She was your friend but she was also your brothers girlfriend so you couldn’t exactly confide in her where you were spending all of your hopeless afternoons.

You emerged into the parking lot. You both stopped.

“Where are you going today?”

“Study group.”

“For which class?”

“Chemistry.” He narrowed his eyes on you.

“With who?”

“Steve I don’t appreciate this line of questioning.” He searched your face for a weakness. You had none. “Tell mom I’ll be back before dinner.” You could tell he wanted to argue but had nothing to back himself up with. “Goodbye Steve.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You wound me. Goodbye Steve.”

“Are you still going to the party tonight at Thompsons?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back in plenty of time for that,” you promised. He nodded once, suspiciously.

He started to back up and ran right into someone. With his flurry of apologies you were able to sneak away. You walked around the back of the school, searching in your bag for the cigarette you had stolen from Billy that morning. You found it after a moment. You fought with your lighter for a moment before placing it between your lips and landing between buildings next to the racetrack.

Billy was already there.

“Where’d you get that?” he asked, gesturing to your lips. You took it between your fingers to leave a chaste kiss on his mouth.

“Found it in my boyfriend's car.”

“Shouldn’t be dating a guy that smokes. Bad for you,” he hummed, taking it from you. “How was your day sweetheart?” You shrugged.

“I’m skipping PE next time. I’d rather be caught dead than in that locker room again.”

“You girls have it easy. You can feign a broken nail.”

“Don’t be a douche.” You took your cigarette back. “You act like you ever come to PE.”

“Basketball counts towards my PE elective,” he promised. “I spend plenty of time in the locker rooms.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Slightly suggestive Hargrove. What are you doing in the locker room that long?” He rolled his eyes.

“We’re even now.” You nodded once. He approached you and you slung your hands over his shoulders. Smoke emerged from behind him, trailing from the cig. He leaned forward and kissed you. You were addicted to kissing him. He permanently tasted like beer and bad decisions. You wondered lazily if the nicotine on his lips added to your dependency. “You comin to the party tonight?”

“Yup,” you promised. You hadn’t gotten to see Billy break Steve’s keg record in person yet and the sheer idea of it got you excited. When he kissed you again he was smiling. His hands wandered from your hips at the sound of your moan against his lips.

“I just need to grab something from the locker room.”

Your eyes shot straight open at the sound of a familiar voice coming down the alley. You pushed Billy off of you, leaving you against the wall heaving, a cigarette still burning between your fingers.

Steve was at the end of the alley, Nancy trailing behind him. She had a firm grip on her bookbag and at the sight of you her jaw set. You could barely even look at Steve but for the sake of everyone, you met his eyes. His eyes fueled immediately with anger.

“What the fuck are you doing here with my sister Hargrove?” he demanded. Billy was looking ridiculously guilty, the red from your kisses still on his face.

“I think you know what I was doing here with your sister Harrington.”

Steve stomped forward in anger, eager to put his fists to use. You rushed between them, putting your hand against Billy’s chest and facing Steve.

“Steve, calm down.”

“Is this where you’ve been going every afternoon? You haven’t been studying at all. You’ve been with Billy Hargrove?” A defeated look went over your face. Steve shook his head in betrayal. “Why would you lie to me?”

“Because I knew you’d react like this!”

“Because you were making out with Billy Hargrove!” he repeated.

“I can make my own decisions!” “Clearly not good ones!” Nancy grabbed Steve’s arm, pulling him gently backwards. He didn’t shake her off.

“Let it go Harrington,” Billy said. Steve lurched forward and Billy walked in front of you, blocking you. You grabbed his shoulder, pulling him backwards.

“Alright alright,” you muttered. “You need to go cool off Steve.”

“She’s right,” Nancy said. She looked at Steve with an even gaze.

“I’ll see you at the party?” you questioned, eager to have this confrontation end. Steve had a hard look on his face, clearly not wanting to exit this conversation. He didn’t answer which was an answer. You’d see him at the party. Steve kept his gaze on Billy until Nancy forced him to turn around.

The tension dissipated when he left.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

“Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.” You hit his shoulder, rolling your eyes. He scoffed, feigning hurt. He threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him by bending his elbow towards your neck. “I get you for a couple more hours then?”

“Seems like it,” you said optimistically.

“Let’s go get ready for that party then, hm sweetheart?”

You had been to parties before but you only ever went with Steve. You would usually lose him right after you arrived but end up having to drive him home before midnight. He always swore not to get drunk which absolutely meant he was sure to.

Going with Billy was different. He took you back to his place, somewhere you had never been before. He had you climb in through the window of his room, laughing as he hoisted you up. You threw clothes at him, knowing you weren’t about to wear your school clothes out. He had nothing in the way of girl clothes but helped you sneak into his step moms room when she and his dad went out.

“Your mom only has mom clothes,” you said, going through her coat hangers.

“Step-mom,” he corrected. He was looking in the mirror of her vanity, adjusting his hair. You reached into the back, something that felt like it hadn’t been touched since they moved in. You pulled out a dress, though you weren’t sure it was gonna fit. You hummed, wondering if you could find a pair of scissors to make it work. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He put his head on your shoulder.

“What about this one?” you asked, holding the fabric in your hands. “I could make it a crop top or maybe a short dress. Some sort of jacket…” you hummed in consideration.

“Whatever you want. I’m sure she won’t miss it.”

He grabbed you some scissors and you made it your own, satisfied that you were able to go out in it. Then you were back in his car, the music far too loud, and the night air coming in through the cracked windows. By the time you arrived at the Thompsons residence the party had already started. You could hear the music from the car and could see the half drunk people loitering around the deck. Billy got out of the car, surveying the area, and was immediately noticed by one of the basketball players you didn’t recognize.

You followed him inside, his hand remaining in yours as he dragged you along through the crowd. You kept crashing into people but he kept your hands together, dependent on your touch. You emerged near the punch bowl that was almost certainly not punch.

“We should’ve pregamed,” you muttered. The smile that came over his face was mischievous and alluring. He had opted only to wear his black leather jacket to the party, not bothering with a shirt underneath. The amount of people there required you to be so close you were almost touching, not that you minded.

“I’ll drink enough to say we did,” he promised. He leaned over, giving you a sloppy kiss that tasted like whatever was in this punch. You hummed, melting into his touch. He held you up with a hand on your hip.

When he pulled away he was already dragging you outside. You emerged through the sliding glass doors. You were surprised at the burst of cold air, despite the fact that there were maybe more people out there than there had been inside. It was like the entire senior class was here.

“Hey Hargrove!” one of the basketball players called. You thought maybe his name was Travis but you weren't sure enough to call out to him. You knew it started with a T. “We’ve been saving this one for you!” Travis slapped the metal keg on the ground. You scoffed, looking at it in dismay. You would have one hell of a headache in the morning after that. Billy whistled at the sight of it. He let go of your hand and you couldn’t hear his voice over the people trying to talk to him. You crossed your arms, watching with curious eyes as someone made the deliberation on who would get to lift him up over it.

You shook your head in amazement. Billy looked back at you, a reckless smile on his face. You raised your eyebrows at his gaze. He gestured to the keg.

“Show me how it’s done!” you called. The smile on his face grew. The cockiness of it edged at the lines of his lips. He looked ridiculously good.

He let two people lift him over it.

You had practically forgotten about Steve. It seemed like he was a whole other universe of issues. Right now it was just you and Billy and the hundred other seniors that were around. There were not many thoughts going through your head as you watched Billy, the pull towards him suddenly undeniable.

“Where’d you get that outfit?”

Steve broke your thoughts. You turned to find him standing beside you. You hadn’t even noticed him approaching.

“None of your business.”

“Mom’s pissed. She made you dinner.”

“Don’t act like you don’t skip dinner all the time.” Your voice would’ve been a mutter had it not been so loud. People had started chanting, counting down, screaming Billy’s name.

“You’re making a mistake!” Steve called over everyone. “He’s not a good guy!”

“Some could say you aren’t either!”

It was a slightly low blow, making him think about the things he had said and done just last year.

“He won’t change!” Steve argued.

They put Billy down, cheering followed.

“Keg King prevails!” someone yelled, slapping him on the back. Billy wiped his face aggressively, yelling along with them. He turned around, completely blind to Steve, and kissed you as hard as could. You could still taste the beer on his lips, his breath aching of it. The cheering continued, only intensified at the kiss.

You could’ve sat there forever if Steve hadn’t pulled him off you by the shoulder.

Billy, hyped on adrenaline, turned to face your brother. He still had a hand on you but quickly let go when he noticed who had pulled him away. He puffed his chest.

“You gonna tell me to stay away from your sister Harrington?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna tell you.” You became aware that most people were watching this unfold. Their eyes hadn’t left Billy. He seemed to do one entertaining thing after the next.

“Why don’t you make me?”

“Okay guys-” you started but was cut off by Steve throwing a punch. You gasped, not expecting actual violence to ensue. Billy, always eager to use his fists, didn’t hesitate to fight back. He pushed Steve against the sliding glass door, shattering it. Your eyes went wide, unsure how to even handle this.

People were cheering and groaning on Steve’s behalf.

Steve scrambled up, throwing his whole body at Billy.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,” you muttered. You rushed to follow them as they took the fight in the house. You hadn’t been here for ten minutes before you were sure the police would be called.

Billy staggered, throwing a punch that missed. Steve grabbed a lamp off the counter and hit him with it.

“Okay! Okay that’s enough!” You pushed through the people, trying to get in between them. Before you could Billy hit Steve with a china plate that was on display in the corner of the room. You winced, watching your brother crumble against the kitchen counter. You threw yourself between them, pushing Billy back. He had a crazed adrenaline pumping look in his eyes.

You shoved him back, gently and then turned back to Steve who was struggling to stand. You found Nancy in the crowd, who heard the commotion. She was drunk, you could tell in her eyes, but not enough to not understand what was going on. She helped you help Steve up.

“It’s time to go home,” you said, evenly. Nancy wasn’t sober enough to drive. “I’ll call you a cab or something.”

“I’ll make him wait outside and think about his actions,” Nancy muttered. The event cleared her head quickly. “I’ve got it.”

“No, no, you don’t get to leave here with him. He’s not good for you!” Steve exclaimed.

“Steve, I can make my own decisions!” You turned to Nancy. “You got him?” She nodded, swallowing hard. He had a cut down his forehead but it looks superficial. Plus, if anyone was capable, it was Nancy Wheeler.

“But-” Steve started.

“You can’t protect me forever,” you said, cutting him off. He met your eyes and pursed his lips. “Go home.”

“You too.”

He followed Nancy out. When you turned around Billy was breathing hard. He was being spoken to in all directions. You turned back to him and noticed that the lamp had gotten the side of his head good. His hair was starting to turn red on the left side of his head.

You were going to speak when you heard someone scream.

“Police!”

You breathed out sharply. You weren’t prepared for this much excitement. You grabbed Billy’s arm who in turn, led you out the back. Everyone was running and you could barely see him in the dark with his black leather jacket on. He jumped the neighbors fence without a second thought. You followed close behind until you returned back to the car where you had come from. You had parked down the street a bit, which ended up being your saving grace in the night. You could see the police lights back at the house, not even a block away.

Billy unlocked the car.

“You are not driving,” you exclaimed, voice sharp.

“I’m fine,” he responded, voice rushed.

“You are the opposite of fine,” you grumbled, grabbing the keys from him. “Passenger seat.” He didn’t move. “Now!” You weren’t sure if it was the pain or the alcohol but he listened to you. He got into the passenger seat of the camaro. You started the car, cursing gently as it revved. You backed up and pulled away in the opposite direction from the Thompsons.

The music turned on naturally but it was a silent rumble to the heavy breathing you both were exhaling.

It took five minutes for either of you to speak.

“We need to get your head looked at,” you said, now that you were able to see and think straight. He nodded.

“I’ve got a first aid kit in the back.”

“Why do you have a first aid kit in the back?”

“You’d be surprised how often this happens.”

“You used to stitching yourself up?” “I find bandaids work just fine.” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want to go back to your house, knowing it’s likely where Nancy took Steve. You hoped they had made it home safe and weren’t victims of the police raid. You didn’t want to take Billy back to his place, knowing you had stolen his step moms shirt and unsure how they would react to finding him like this.

You pulled over onto the side of the highway. It was only 10. It wasn’t completely deserted but the traffic had eased enough for you to be comfortable pulling aside. You climbed into the backseat, rummaging around his jackets. You found the first aid kit and then returned to the driver's seat. Billy was breathing evenly. You found a ghost of a smile on his face.

You opened up the kit and placed it on your lap before looking back up at him.

“Stay still,” you muttered. He did as he was told. You moved his hair aside to find the actual wound. He was bleeding from his noise from a punch but that didn’t look broken, just bruised. It was the open wound that worried you. You seethed. It didn’t look deep but it didn’t look good.

“You good sweetheart?” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You looked down at the kit and grabbed some wet wipes, trying to clear the blood away. He winced.

“How are you doin sweetheart?” you teased. He scoffed.

“I’m alright,” he promised. You worked in silence for a moment.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did. He wanted a fight. He got one.” You couldn’t deny the truth in his statement. Steve would’ve fought him eventually. “And I won.” He turned his head to meet your eyes. “I get to keep you.” You flushed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“What makes you think I wanna keep you? Now that we aren’t sneaking around anymore?”

“You're covered in my blood,” he muttered. Your hands were stained with it. You hadn’t even noticed.

“Point taken.” You cleared your throat. “It doesn’t need stitches. You got lucky.”

“Can’t say the same for Steve.” You suddenly thought of the sound of the plates hitting Steve’s head. You winced on his behalf. He adjusted himself. “I need a shower.”

“You want me to take you home?”

“No. Don’t wanna face my dad quite yet.”

“Well we can’t go back to my house. Steve is almost surely there.”

“Then we’ll stay here till we know my dad’s asleep,” he muttered. You nodded and eased in your chair. There was a beat of silence.

“No one’s ever done anything like that for me before Hargrove.”

“I like being the first,” he muttered. His hair was fucked up and he had dried blood on his face and bags under his eyes but you had never been more attracted to him.

“Poor Tammy Thompson. She’s got a broken backdoor, the police and broken lamps,” you whispered. You hadn’t realized your voice had gone down but it felt appropriate for the vibe of the moment.

“Shouldn’t have had kegs there,” he shrugged. You smiled.

“Fair.” You saw his eyes drooping in exhaustion. You held your chin in your hand. He had rested his head against the back of his seat. “I think I wanna keep you,” you whispered. He smiled weakly.

“Good to hear.” You leaned forward, kissing him chastley, to which he responded easily. You placed your hand gently on his cheek, trailing down his skin. He shuddered against your touch.

You rested your forehead against his.

You met each other's eyes and a guilty smile played on his lips.

“What?” you whispered, giggling.

“Nothing,” he promised. “Nothing.”

Billy Hargrove had fallen in love. But he had no intention of telling you that. Not quite yet.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove x harrington!reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfiction

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ackee · 3 months

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please recommend some visual novels. theyre my guilty pleasure and i love playing that shit

ALL I PLAY ARE OTOMES (FEMALE PROTAG DATING SIM) REALLY. but ill share all my faves

games i like that i played 10+ yrs ago

date warp -- girl goes on a date and never returns home. rly interesting story imo thats kinda batshit insane (affectionate). also probably the first vn i've ever played w/ a darker skinned protag (she's indian american)!

magical diary: horse hall -- magical school premise with a zillion endings. also one of the first vns i could be black in (has a character creator)

lucky rabbit reflex -- highschool romance game w/ a lot of minigames. has a lot of replayability!!

games i like that i played within the last 5 yrs

aloners -- post apoc game w/ one (black) love interest.. the writings so good imo. made me emotional!!

demonheart -- dark fantasy otome w/ the craziest beginning i swear.. fun game i can be a bitch in!

arcade spirits -- arcade romance!!

mystic destinies: serendipity of aeons -- I DONT REMEMBER THE STORY MUCH BUT I REMEMBER IT BEING CRAZY AND LOVING IT BADDD...

akash: path of five -- game abt elemental people!

games im playing RN!!!!

tri city monsters -- HOT HOT MONSTER MEN GOD IS GOOD

i havent played otomes in like.. a few yrs... i used to be so obsessed so im gonna try to get back into them this year 🫡

#visual novels #vns #otomes #askee #recs

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strangersteddierthings · 1 year

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Prompt number 13 for the dialogue prompts pls?

Thanks for the prompt! #13 “I dare you to kiss me.”

It starts out, as most things recently do for Steve, with Dustin. He can't even remember what it was Dustin had even wanted him to do. Dustin had said 'I bet you won't do it' and Steve had replied 'you aren't old enough to gamble' and Dustin returned with 'then I dare you.'

And. Well.

He couldn't back down from a dare, could he?

It becomes a Thing. At first, it's just Dustin daring him to do small, easily achievable things (dare you to give me the bag of chips, dare you to pick me up from Hellfire, dare you to slap the top of the next door frame you walk through) but where Steve is, Robin isn't far behind. It doesn't take long for her to start in on it. (Dare you to take me to the diner for lunch, dare you to be on rewind duty today, dare you to have a sleepover with me at your place.)

It spreads beyond them eventually.

"I dare you to try and beat an actual state championship basketball player," Lucas says with a playful grin, ducking out of Steve's grasp even as Steve laughs out a, "I'll show you state championship!"

"I dare you to sit in on a Dungeons and Dragons session," Will says with a cheeky grin, flashing a wink at Dustin, who is fist pumping behind Steve's back because Steve says yes.

"I dare you to be less annoying," Mike says, swatting Steve's hands away from where he was ruffling Mike's hair, sat between Mike and Dustin at said session. Steve rolls his eyes but turns to bug Dustin instead.

It was a joy watching the Party teach El what dares were. Steve forgets, sometimes, that El is still new to most of the things he takes for granted everyday.

Nancy and Jonathan don't really join in on daring Steve to do things, but he's caught Jonathan daring the kids or Argyle to do silly things. Argyle, who had returned to California to finish school but returned to Hawkins almost as soon as the school year ended, loved to join in, though.

Eddie is the last one to join in the Dare Game. It doesn't take Steve long to realize it's because Eddie doesn't know if he's allowed to. Not in a I'm-not-sure-we're-friends way they'd already worked through, but in a I-thought-this-was-an-old-inside-joke way.

Steve assures him it's a recent development. A grab at being silly kids a little while longer now that the Upside Down can't come and ruin anymore childhoods.

"C'mon," Steve grins at him, "I dare you to touch your toes."

Eddie rolls his eyes in response but drops down into sitting cross-legged on the floor, one finger tip poking at the end of his socks. It's cheating but Steve will take a win where he can. Especially since Eddie says, "I dare you to sit down and relax for once in your fucking life."

It's so silly, this little game of I Dare You they've started but it's also wonderful to watch the kids be kids even though they're all onto 15 or 16 now, and only getting older.

The best part of the game is that it's playable anywhere. I dare you to beat my high score is heard often at the arcade. It's also hilarious to see what terrible movies end up at movie night because someone was dared to watch an awful one. The amount of times they've all had to watch Crimewave should be considered torture, honestly.

Steve's favorite part of the game, though, is when the kids dare Eddie to do things. No dare is too ridiculous, silly, or embarrassing for Eddie, it seems. No ones goal is to embarrass each other, Steve's sure, but he also knows that he wouldn't be willing to attempt a cartwheel in the middle of the parking lot in front of the grocery store. Especially since it turns out, Eddie can't do a cartwheel and just kind of flops onto the ground in a heap. Reflexively, Steve took a step forward to check on him but Eddie burst out in laughter quickly and when Eddie laughs it doesn't take long for everyone to join.

He's got an infectious laugh.

He watches Eddie fail at cartwheels, and succeed at climbing trees like a damn squirrel. Eddie's jumped out of swings and off of slides the few times they've gone to the park. Recited the monologue Romeo gives before he drinks the poison (from memory) before pretending to stab himself and fall backwards into Steve's pool (the dare had been to dramatically fall into the pool).

Watching Eddie makes him feel light in a way Steve doesn't think he's ever felt. He's always watching, even when Eddie catches him looking. Steve just meets his eye and gives him a fond smile. Eddie smiles back.

The summer goes on. The dares lessen, the novelty of the game never really fading, but certainly mellowing.

The pool dare, when Eddie'd monologued Shakespeare, had been Steve's favorite dare until the end of summer came.

Steve and Eddie had been dancing around each other, and Eddie, the braver of the two it seemed, puts and end to their misery. It's just Eddie and Steve laying in the grass of the Harrington's backyard, watching the stars come out.

It's as simple as Eddie rolling onto his side beside Steve, propping himself up on an elbow and whispering, "I dare you to kiss me."

And. Well.

He can't back down from a dare, can he?

#steddie #fic #ask #scarcrossdlvrs #short and sweet #sorry this took like a week to get to #it's been.... a time I tell ya

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itsphoenix0724 · 2 months

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Meet Me On The Ice (Azriel x Reader)~ Chapter 4

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.2k

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A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to talk to everyone. ik I've been really noncommittal with this series, but I'm going to keep working on it bc I love it, and I hope you guys continue to love it too <3 I tried to build some insight into why Az doesn't like the reader in this chapter and I hope it came across okay, as always constructive criticism/feedback is welcome!

Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I am not a figure skater or a hockey player, so while I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, it's likely some things may not be correct and/or are bent a little to fit the plot!

You could say that a tentative truce was established between the two of you after your night at the arcade. So much so Alis finally permitted you to get out on the ice.

“Don’t be nervous, the two of you have come leaps and bounds since last week.” She reassures you from her spot on the stands. “We’re gonna start with some basics, and then we work our way up to the lifts just like in the studio.” You shoot Azriel a nervous glare and he tries his best to send you a reassuring look.

Even though you still feel like you’re walking on eggshells around him, it’s almost nice being around him sometimes.

Reluctantly, Az has gotten used to your relentless positivity. Even if he can still hear your voice echo in his head sometimes.

It happened when you were thirteen, and it was a stupid comment he wasn’t even meant to hear. He has tried to put it behind him so many times, but every time he looked at you it popped up in the corner of his mind like a buzzing fly. Reflexively his hands tucked in the pockets of his sweatpants as you skated up to him with your sparkly eyes and sunshiney smile. The version of you from years ago scatters like ash in the wind as Az takes you in, amusement lighting in his eyes as he takes in your hot pink leg warmers.

“Is this an 80s workout video?” He chuckles and he likes the way your eyebrows furrow in false outrage.

“For your information, they keep my feet super warm so don’t come crying to me when you’re freezing.” You poke him in the chest and he laughs. It feels nice, he thinks, to simply exist around you without hostility.

The figure skates still feel tight on his feet, but practice is mostly uneventful after that. Azriel even manages to safely get you off the ground without losing his balance.

“Great work!” Alis actually seems proud for a moment. “I need you two to stay for a moment so you can try on your costumes.” Azriel looks horrified at the thought of him having to wear leggings, but something cold thaws in his chest when he sees your excitement. You had to throw your old costume away after Lucien’s accident, the fabric was permanently stained red. Az goes first. His costume is simple, a black shirt and leggings with bands of blue around his wrists and chest. You try to put a lid on your bubbling laughter when Az comes out of the changing room, but it still boils over even as Az shoots you a murderous glare. Your dress matches the blue on his costume, with lace cutouts that expose your collar bones, and delicate fabric that flows like water around your upper thighs. The whole thing is delicately studded with blue and silver rhinestones like you wrapped yourself in the night sky. Azriel briefly feels like the air is sucked out of his lungs as he watches you examine yourself in the mirror.

“Well, what do you think?” You twirl once for effect scattering stardust in your wake. “It’s not so bad is it?”

“No,” Azriel coughs around a closing throat. “Not bad at all.” You nod, sending him a puzzling look. The two of you change back into your normal clothes and bid Alis goodnight before walking to your cars.

“We’re still on tonight for bowling with Rhys and Cas right?” You ask rocking back on the balls of your feet.

“Absolutely.” He agrees.

“There’s actually something I wanted to ask you about,” You start right before you’re about to split for your cars. Azriel nods at you to continue. “Lucien wanted to know if he could come tonight, he really needs to get out of the house, so he’ll be there too.”

“Alright.” Az answers “See you later.” he tucks his hands in his hoodie pocket again before walking to his own car.

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Lucien somehow successfully gets into the passenger seat of your car casted foot and all. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until you were driving around like you always did, singing along badly and loudly to your driving playlist. Eventually, you pull up infront of the bowling alley, bright neon lights bouncing off of the hood of your car. You help Lucien out of the seat, handing him his crutches and slowly walking into the bowling alley. Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel are already inside having claimed a booth and a lane in the back corner. Cas greets you joyfully scooping you up and twirling you around immediately, he also claps Lucien on the shoulder and you’re grateful that at least someone is making an effort to make him feel included. Rhys ordered you nachos and a drink and got Lucien a soft pretzel immediately chatting up a storm about their shared business communication class. Az hasn’t even said hello to you, even though this is supposed to be one of your bonding experiences, he just gave the both of you a noncommittal head nod and shoveled pizza in his mouth. You try not to outwardly sigh because you thought you were making progress, you thought you were past this.

You thought you were almost friends.

Attempting to stomp down the flash of hurt you send him a tight-lipped smile and a nod in return. This is Lucien’s first night out since his accident, so you will remain positive for his sake.

Bowling continues uneventfully after that. Azriel and Cas are seemingly in a heated competition over this bowling match, and you and Rhys are playing much less committedly. Rhys has been flirting with the girl behind the counter for the past fifteen minutes, and you had been half-heartedly throwing your ball down the lane when it was your turn.

Lucien had been a good cheerleader from his spot in the booth, but you weren’t very concerned about the game, content to sip on the slushy you bought. The two of you are in the middle of a very animated conversation when Cassian calls your name, coming behind you and looping his arms around your shoulders.

“Are you coming to the victory party this Saturday after the game?” He drawls, glancing at Azriel out of the corner of his eye. “I would invite you to Vanserra, but-” Cassian glances at Lucien’s casted leg but the red-head simply shrugs.

“No offense taken here.” Lucien raises his hands in mock surrender, “That’s not really my scene anyway.”

“Well, we are planning on crushing your brothers’ team anyway, too bad Azzy’s still benched.” Cassian croons and Azriel sends him a murderous glare from where he’s about to launch his bowling ball. “You should come, we’ll be drinking on the Smokehound tab anyhow.” It was a sort of unspoken agreement amongst some of the local university hockey teams, losers host an after-party, booze included.

“I’ll think about it.” You promise, and Cas ruffles your hair before leaving to grab his bowling ball.

You completely miss the silent daggers Azriel is sending Cassian from behind your back. He doesn’t want you anywhere near this party, and Rhys won’t be too happy about your attendance either. Cas does nothing but chuckles at him with a knowing glint in his eye that sparks his irritation. You look at him once over your shoulder, and you must mistake his glower for being directed at you because for a brief second hurt flashes across your eyes.

Something pinches in his chest and Azriel can do nothing but shove his hands in his pockets and avert his gaze to the ground.

@sidthedollface2 @bionic-donut @lyinginameadow @feyretopia @natashachelsea @going-through-shit @mika-no-sekai-blog @hijabi-desi-bookworm @brandywineeeee @littlelunelunatic @gorlillaglue25

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf fanfiction #acotar imagine #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel #azriel imagine #Meet Me On The Ice #azriel shadowsinger #acotar au #azriel au #azriel spymaster

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blinkpen · 5 months

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odd ask, but what are games one would describe as "walking simulators" that are in fact a game where i could just wander around a nice environment and explore without arcade reflexes or obtuse puzzle solving ever becoming inhibitors, that you would reccomend?

like i literally do just want space out and look at pretty unreal zone, it need not be remotely realistic or lush with detail (one of my favorites to replay now and then is Electric Highways which is VERY surreal, LSD Dream Emulator Style but kinda better imo), just gotta be like. interesting or pretty or soothing to wander in.

even if its not a walking simulator per se but it is otherwise ripe with pretty easy/accessible areas where just wandering around n Lookin is a viable options?

would love suggestions, please and thank you!

edit: my options are PC and PS4, and i am not going to be buying new consoles or gadgets or gizmos anytime soon, i can't afford that lmao

#sporadic warbling #video games #semi related i was actually feeling kind of nostalgic for vanilla WoW the other day #i did so much entirely in my own head roleplaying and internal storytelling just running around areas too low level to be a threat #did that with platformer games often too like spyros and ratchet n clanks i'd clear the level of enemies and then just. chill out there.#-sighs- ratchet and clank rift apart being trapped on the ps5 is a crime (against me)

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radiofreederry · 11 months

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They shut down that laser tag place, did you hear? The one off Ben White, yeah. The one with a big UFO and a bunch of aliens sticking out of it. Man, that place ruled. I went there for a birthday once, played a couple games of tag, hung out in the arcade. I won the jackpot on one of those spinning light games. You know those things are rigged? Doesn't matter how fast your reflexes are, the machine's programmed to only allow the jackpot space to be hit every so often. I just got lucky. That's just how life is sometimes, I guess. You're at the right place at the right time, and suddenly you've got way more tickets than anyone else at the arcade. Anyway, it's a shame that place is closing down. It really feels like a lot of the places that kids could hang out are going away, you know? Malls are mostly obsolete and you see videos of nearly-abandoned ones all the time. Arcades, too. I mean, what do kids nowadays have, huh? Chuck E. Cheese, I guess. Yeah, and Austin's, but who wants to go out to Pflugerville just to hang out? I just think a lot about it, you know? Not to sound like an old fogey, but I really do think it was better to be a kid when we were growing up. It was definitely easier, that's for sure. Kids these days are already worrying about shit like climate change by the time they're eight. Yeah, I know I was too, but that was for a science fair project, and I placed second citywide, so it was worth it.

Anyway, I got us a bag of corn. Humidity's not too bad today, so you wanna go down to Zilker Park and find some ducks to feed?

#this post is a work of fiction Blazer Tag is still open baruch hashem #my writing

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hellfireloserclub · 1 year

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"Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it's all in the reflexes."

This started off as a little thing for @thefreakandthehair spring prompt and ended up as this...

its also on ao3

Eddie was confused.

He often was these days, between the sometimes crippling pain and the faded brain fog from the pills to counteract it, it made the whole thinking and words thing sometimes a little difficult, the words would come out backwards, forwards and sometimes in the wrong order.

And for someone who prides themselves in their ability to tell a good story it was debilitating.

Oh, not that Eddie couldn't still jump on a table and make a spectacular speech if needed, it was more the fact he sometimes struggled to remember what day it was, or if it was his turn to pick up the rugrats.

He didn't think he was doing bad for someone who was clinically dead for a good while. Although he took umbrage at Mike dubbing him, El, Max and Will his zombie army.

Out of the four of them, he and El were the only ones that were technically dead.

And Steve fucking Harrington of all people had been the one to drag him back to life, and out of Hell to boot.

It wasn't fair, not only did he have to deal with the fact that Steve was actually a good guy, he had to deal with shared custody of the gaggle of children who had added themselves completely and utterly onto his very existence.

And on top of that, he owed Steve a life debt.

Hopefully, he would never have to cash it in because unfortunately for Eddie, he was enjoying having the other man around. Three years, countless hospital appointments together, and NDAs that made their friend circle increasingly difficult to add to, made it inevitable that the two of them had gotten close. And if he had developed a bit of a thing for the handsome reformed ex-jock? Well, that was between him and whatever god wanted to take him, he was pretty sure they just passed him around like a bad nickel.

It was just as well that they already cast him out of the good god-fearing household of Wyatt Munson, because he was pretty sure he would get a beating for the impure thoughts he had about that their Harrington boy. It was just as well he hadn’t listened to anything his father had said to him since he was seven years old, or he was pretty sure he would have to be locked up a few cages down from old Victor by now.

But circling back around to his first point.

Eddie was confused.

He had been sure that he was supposed to be at Castle Harrington on this balmy sunny Friday evening, but it was quiet. Too quiet for the usual gathering of chaos that normally descended on Steve… or at least Steve's pool.

He parked up, scanning the drive for bikes, and the street for any sign of the kids, but the only other sign of life was Steve's Beemer sitting in its designated spot under the gigantic tree.

Had he gotten the wrong day? It wouldn’t be the first or the last time he had turned up at the completely wrong place on a wrong day, this was why he made lists, why he always had a pen and a notebook in his pocket, between his forgetfulness and brain fog and Steve and the deafness (that nobody seemed to notice but Eddie and Robin) they almost made a functioning human adult between the pair of them, at least if Steve remembered to put his glasses on.

Eddie was second-guessing himself now, were they supposed to be meeting at the arcade? Was it Hellfire at the Wheelers? Pulling down his sun visor he checked the notes pinned there to help keep track. Nope, he was supposed to be at Harrington's, Steve's spikey scrawl was clear enough.

With trepidation he clambered out of his van and headed to the side gate, they always entered from the backyard now, because Steve would panic if anyone knocked at the front door. leftover trauma, adamant that the Russians were still out to get him. Eddie didn't want to point out they were hardly likely to knock. Steve was jumpy enough at the best of times.

He found Steve quickly enough, flicking through some sports magazines lying near the pool Not in it. Never in the pool alone, that was the rule, and they all stuck to it. Even if the danger was long gone, there was always a chance, always a fear that something would break through, and come back from the dead. After all, Eddie had, so had El.

"Have the brats been ruptured?"

Steve looked up, face brightening at the sight of him. And wasn't that a thing that Eddie loved to see, he was glad he was one of the precious few who got to see Steve's genuine smile. It really was a sight to behold, it lit up his tanned face, eyes sparkling behind the frames he hated but would wear because it wasn’t worth everyone who loved him nagging at him if he didn’t.

"They're all the way in Utah, went to visit Suzie. She won an award or something." Steve shrugged, leaning over and grabbing Eddie a beer from the cooler beside him. Eddie could almost hear the 'they told you this, they told me this, but our brains don't work ' that Steve didn't have to say.

Steve gestured for Eddie to come to join him, room on the lounge for two.

Eddie and Steve spent a lot of time as just the two of them, the kids would run off and leave them behind, the fair, the lake… the kids wanted them there but on the periphery, close enough for just in case. It was just the way it was now. A phone call, just in case. Late-night drives, just in case. I'm here, we're here, it's fine. No danger, no code red.

One at a time the older kids had moved on, Robin and Nancy to college and Jonathan back off to California with Argyle.

It was just him and Steve now, a fact Eddie hadn't really lingered on too much with the kids keeping them on their toes.

But soon it would be time for the kids to move on, lives bigger than the traumatizing confines of Hawkins.

Soon it would be Steve and Eddie, Eddie and Steve, nothing to bring them together but the fact that they enjoyed spending time together.

They both had money to fall back on now, so it wasn't a lack of funds that had them staying in the cursed town. Eddie was pretty damn sure that Steve's parents hadn't been home since Christmas, so Eddie figured Steve was still here for the same reason he was.

The kids, and to make sure the damn gates stayed closed.

"Was that this weekend?" He took a seat on the end of the chair taking the offered beer.

"Yeah, left this morning, they're gonna call in a bit to check in, it’s not that I don’t trust Lucas and Mike’s driving, but…"

“It’s not the same as you driving them, Yeah I get it, our little birds are ready to fly Stevie, we must let them cast their wings into the great unknown.” he pulled Steve in with one arm while pointing his beer at the sky, it took everything in him not to turn to look at Steve, who’s breath he could feel warm and inviting on his cheek.

“Is it bad that I’m kind of enjoying the silence?”

"I can go? Not like it takes two of us to babysit negative amounts of brats" Please don't send me away. Something in Eddie was worried that Steve only kept him around because of the kids, the voice that sounded an awful lot like his father nagging at the back of his head saying that he was the reason that the family had fallen apart, he was too much, always too much.

Eddie dropped his arm from around Steve's shoulders, already missing the feeling of him as he moved away.

Steve's smile faltered, "If I hadn’t wanted you to come over, I wouldn't have left you a reminder under your sun visor,"

"If the kids aren't here why did you?" He searched Steve’s face for answers, knowing that whatever he wanted to say wouldn’t be what came out of his mouth, it never was, Steve Harrington was good at hiding the truth under layers of something else, and it might fool the others but Eddie could see right through it.

" Because believe it or not Eddie, I like spending time with you, and it would be nice to do it without worrying if Henderson is trying to shotgun my beer.” is what he said, but it sounded a lot like ‘don’t leave me’ to Eddie.

************

It was almost ten, and Eddie still hadn't left, and to his surprise, they hadn't run out of topics to talk about. Steve was currently fussing with the messy pizza they had made, trying to work out how to get the thing to fit on the shelf in the oven.

Eddie could help, could, being the important word. He wasn't going to; it was far too amusing to watch Steve's domestic struggles.

The phone rang, and Steve nodded for Eddie to answer.

"It'll be the kids" He explained as he finally maneuvered the pizza onto the tray, only partly covering himself in tomatoes and cheese. Eddie did as he was told, only feeling slightly strange at answering the phone in someone else's house.

"Harrington house, who's calling?."

"We've been gone a day, and you already got your feet under the table?"

"Hello to you too Red." Eddie smiled as he heard the gaggle of munchkins gathering around the phone.

"Eddie?" That was Mike. "What's he doing at Steve's?"

"Told you so. I knew you didn't need to ring his apartment but nobody listened to me "

That was Lucas, he sounded more and more like Erika the longer they spent together.

"Nobody likes a know-all Lucas, and that's what you sound like right now."

"Whatever Micheal, some of us just aren't oblivious to the world around us"

The sound of Will's laughter in the background made Eddie's heart sing. It was good to hear, especially when it was at Mike's expense, it might have been frowned upon to have favorites, but Will was quickly becoming a contender, especially now he was becoming more and more outgoing, it made Eddie happy that he could at least make a difference in one of his sheep' life. And it wasn’t as if Eddie could call him out on his questionable tastes when the object of his own affection was standing in the middle of the kitchen wearing an apron that stated he was the world's best mom.

After a scuffle for the phone, Lucas came back on the line.

"Is Steve there ?"

"I'm not good enough for you Sinclair? After all the things we've been through, I'm hurt."

"Do you want to hear about Suzie and Dusty Bun or what ?"

Eddie turned around to yell for Steve to hurry the hell up because, it didn’t matter that the kids were nearly nineteen now or that Suzie was very much an active part of all their lives, whenever Dustin was near his girl he turned into an idiot.

Eddie didn’t need to yell Steve was already at his side leaning in to get as close to the receiver as possible, his hand reaching up wrapped around Eddie's to hold the phone in place. Warm fingers pressed into the back of his hand, and it was as if it had hit him with a bolt of lightning, the casual touch wasn’t new, but this felt different. All night Steve had been casually touching him, a hand on his lower back as they maneuvered around the kitchen, feeding him bits of pepperoni as he had attempted to stretch the doe how Argyle had shown them in a doped-up haze the last time he had been over. Now Steve was running his thumb over the knuckles of Eddie’s fingers where they held the receiver, and no matter how much Eddie wanted to hear what the kids had to say, he wasn’t able to concentrate on anything but the feeling.

"Come on then, should we be worried?"

Absolute chaos broke out on the other end of the phone, and Steve laughed at his kids' shouting, holding the phone away from the two of them to escape the sound. He rolled his eyes fondly, before pulling the phone back towards them, stepping closer as he did so. Eddie wouldn’t be able to tell you what the kids had said to them even if you held him at gunpoint. Steve was too close and his mind had gone completely off on its own, trying not to think about how Steve was resting his thigh between Eddie’s leg as he lent inwards, and how Steve’s free hand was playing with the hem of Eddie’s vest top, almost absentmindedly.

It was a relief when the buzzer went on the oven and Eddie excused himself to go save the food.

******

"Kurt Russell would totally get some."

Eddie rolled slightly to the side so he could look at Steve's face in the flickering light of the television.

At some point they had ended up lying on the floor, the effects of Argyle's other parting gifts making the world seem lighter when their feet were on the sofa and their backs on the stupidly fluffy rug.

Steve had acquired big trouble in little China for them to watch for the tenth or maybe eleventh time. Perks of managing the video store, deeming it a cinematic masterpiece. Eddie wouldn't have gone that far, but there were definitely perks to re-watching Steve's current favorite movie.

Mainly Kim Cattrall and Kurt Russell.

Eddie appreciated them both, it wasn't like he could hide that part of himself, not after his mouth had moved of its own accord in the hospital.

That fuzzy brain fog that came with his meds really didn't help the brain word filter, at any point Wayne could have cut in and shut him up about the handsome knight that had saved him from a hell dimension, but apparently, his uncle had the same mischievous streak he did and enjoyed watching both Steve and Eddie squirm, it hadn't been like either of them could escape the confines of their hospital beds.

He knew Wayne would have stopped him if he thought Steve knowing was dangerous, and Wayne may be a man of few words, but he was a good judge of character, and he would never have let him wax poetic if he didn’t think Steve was safe, that Steve was at least an ally. So the fact that he had outed himself in a drugged-up medical haze to the notorious ladies' man and ex-king of Hawkins High, and Wayne hadn’t stopped him? It spoke volumes for Steve as a person, it kind of made it considerably worse that Eddie had developed this complicated web of feelings for him in the meantime.

But more and more Steve would come out with things that made Eddie question the fabric of his own reality. And bring into scrutiny his one-sided crush on the straightest man he knew (other than Hopper and who knows what happened in Russia during desperate times and all that) Steve said things that sometimes made Eddie stop and think, an offhand comment about some celebrity in a magazine, or the infamous time he let slip that he knew of Eddie's favorite queer club in Indy.

But Eddie didn't want to force anyone's hand, it wasn't for him to assume or make someone out themselves.

But maybe his one-sided crush was oh so much worse, and actually on someone who could like him back… and just didn't?

Eddie wasn't sure if it was the brain fog or the weed that had him analyzing, but he was sure that Steve had moved closer Almost on top of him again now they had rolled to their sides. And Steve was very much not watching the television, his eyes were fixed on him.

"That almost sounds like you want to fuck Jack Burton Stevie?" He had aimed to make it sound like a joke, but his voice faltered making it sound more like a question.

Steve moved quickly, sometimes Eddie forgot he could do that, it had been a long time since either of them had run for their lives or done any sort of sports, but Steve was clearly still working out, he slung his leg over Eddie and pinned him down by the shoulders, leaning in close, and the fucker was grinning.

“Just listen to the ol' Porkchop Express and take his advice on a dark and stormy night, alright?” Steve started monologing in a way that was so damn reminiscent of Eddie’s own style he was almost touched, “When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye, and asks you if you paid your dues;” Steve lent forward, and Eddie almost saw god as Steve’s hips pressed down towards his own, but Steve either didn’t hear or ignored the gasp that escaped him, really leaning into quoting the movie. “you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that:” Steve was practically nose to nose with him now, Eddie had to go cross-eyed to focus, the smell of the weed was heavy between them, Steve’s breath was ghosting on his lips as he spoke "Have you paid your dues, Jack? Yes, sir, the check is in the mail.”

Neither of them could remember what day of the week it was but the lunatic could recite the entire opening of the damn film they were watching word for word, it shouldn’t be as hot as it was, but Eddie was above everything else a nerd.

Then the madman laughed, swinging back to break the trance that he had captured Eddie in, but not removing himself from where he straddled Eddie. It was on the way to becoming a problem. A problem that Steve was probably going to become aware of sooner rather than later.

“Not answering my question sweetheart?” he somehow asked when he got the blood to re-direct to his brain.

"I mean, jock action heroes are more your thing, so maybe not Jack Burton. But Snake Pliskin? One of us wouldn't be walking for a week after." Steve didn't even look embarrassed, like admitting he would fuck Kurt Russell wouldn’t get him murdered if he muttered it in the wrong place.

Although Eddie was one to talk, he was currently the one with a lap full of another man.

Plucking the joint from behind Eddie's ear where he had placed it for safekeeping (Steve's rug had a habit of eating anything left unattended, the shag pile was great for getting lost in when you were stoned. The one on the floor not the one on Steve's chest, although Eddie had wondered on more than one occasion if it might have the same effect.) Steve went to light it again wriggling around while he tried to find the lighter in his back pocket.

Suddenly the position they were in became dramatically different to any other time they had found themselves lying like this, it was loaded with something almost thrilling. Like the anticipation in line for a rollercoaster, or the thrill of waiting for the headline to perform.

Eddie really really wanted to kiss Steve.

And he felt Steve had orchestrated a master plan to get him to this point, the note, the weed, the goddamn pizza and the fact that he was lying on his back with Steve straddling him like the opening scenes of some skin vid.

Steve hadn’t moved away, the trail of his fingers along the shell of his ear was almost deliberate, like Steve was testing the water. The two of them never really shy away from the other's touch, but this was more, Eddie could feel it.

"I don't think I've got the jaw structure to be Kurt Russell babe."

Steve moved the hand from his ear down to his jaw, stroking the scarred skin that ran across it with his thumb, Steve's pupils were dilated and Eddie was sure now it was from more than just the purple palm tree, it was pure want; it was desire. It was everything that Eddie had been feeling for the better part of the last three years.

Brain fog be damned, Eddie couldn't take it anymore, he placed his hands on Steve’s hips and pulled.

Steve came willingly, it only took a moment for his lips to find Eddie’s, searching them out with laser precision, hands moving up to twist into Eddie’s hair and pull. There was no way that Steve missed that groan, to be fair Eddie wasn’t sure who it had come from, too busy sinking into the feel of Steve pushing his way past his lips with his tongue and pressing him further into the rug.

God, Steve had orchestrated this whole night with the precision of one of Eddie’s campaigns and Eddie was putty in his hands, hands that were currently exploring the shape of him, sliding over his hips, his ass his…

Eddie broke the kiss, sliding his mouth to Steve’s cheek, then across to his ear.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing?"

"I have no idea." Steve pulled back enough to look down at him, and Eddie got a moment to appreciate how damn disheveled the other man looked with his glasses all smudged and askew, hair a mess and lips bruised from kissing. I did that.

"So you don't do all this with all your friends?" Eddie joked.

"My friends consist of my ex, her boyfriend… Whatever Argyle is, a lesbian and a bunch of school kids… if you're talking about being stoned and having a life-changing moment while lying on the floor, that happens surprisingly frequently for such a dynamic group of people. "

"Steve…"

"If you're talking about this…" Steve nudged his nose against his cheek "This is just for you."

"So I'm special?"

"Mmm hu," Steve mumbled into his cheek, lips ghosting his skin, before his hand reached around to Eddie's back pocket and grabbed the pen from it, ripping the lid off with his teeth he lent back down and grabbed at Eddie’s wrist pulling his hand above his head and holding it in place. A shiver ran through him, and yeah Eddie would unpack that later, but for now, he watched as Steve traced the line of the worst of the bat bites on his arm down to the point where they had given him a blood transfusion in the hospital.

Steve signed his name next to the mottled skin, before reaching up and kissing the inside of his elbow. “Did you know you called yourself a vampire in the hospital when they gave you my blood to save you?”

“You did what now? I did what now?” Eddie had no recollection of this at all.

“I told Wayne you wouldn’t remember, I told Wayne a lot of stuff over the last few years,” Steve released his grip on his wrists, letting Eddie move to hold him. “I told him back then you were special and I couldn’t lose you, and I’m telling you now Eddie, You’re special, and I want to keep you… If you’ll have me.”

Eddie pulled him closer, taking Steve’s face in his hands, scanning for the lie, the unsaid things that Steve Harrington didn’t say, he couldn’t find anything.

“Hope you’re up for a trip.”

“What?”

“I'm getting that chicken scratch you call a signature tattooed on, I’m not forgetting this.” Eddie grinned and pulled Steve in for another kiss.

Eddie Munson was confused. But not about this.

They might be battered and broken, but together they at least made a fully functioning human and that was enough.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie/steve

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anrieee · 1 year

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⇝ 04 - (✍︎︎) you can’t run from me

“Are you sure you don’t wanna tell them you’re okay?” Lumine asked, hint of concern in her tone.

“It’s fine.” Your voice was a little muffled since you’ve decided to cocoon yourself into a blanket. “Besides you’ve already told them how I’m doing.”

Lumine sighed and looked at her wrist. Was she looking at her watch? She didn’t have a watch. “Andddd, time’s up. Time to stop sulking.” Lumine drawled out before pulling you up from the couch by your hand. You let her drag you out of your comfortable spot, not having the energy to put more of a fight.

“Nooo.” You wailed with a straight face.

“Let’s go out and get something to eat. We could go to the arcade or go shopping, since I have time before my class.” Lumine ignored your dramatic act and pushed you in your room. “Get dressed or you’ll leave the house looking like a rat!”

“Fuck you.” You grumbled and Lumine just laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. I know you love me! Love you too.”

Since you didn’t have a choice, you got dressed as per Lumine’s command. You didn’t wanna leave the dorm looking like you just woke up from the dead. You didn’t want your non-existent (at this point) dignity to dwindle more. You were so embarrassed with what you said the other day and now that it got to Twitter you don’t think you would be able to look anyone in the eye if they found out you were the one who blurted that bullshit out. Just thinking about it makes you want to bury yourself in a grave.

“I’m ready.” You quietly announced.

“Oooh! Looking good. 10/10, Scara would smash.” Lumine joked.

“Is that a compliment or not?”

“Obviously a compliment.” She rolled her eyes.

“It’s hard to tell when Scara’s name is in the sentence.”

“That’s foul.” Lumine cackled.

—

“Ahh that was delicious!” Lumine stretched, seemingly content with what the both of you ate. “I’m full.”

“We should visit again next time.” You said gleefully, your mood lifted.

“Oh wait.”

“What?” You tilted your head. “What are you looking at?”

“It’s Venti!” Lumine exclaimed.

You squinted in the distance, “Oh yeah it is.”

“Venti!!” She waved her hand around above her head trying to get your friend’s attention. Venti looked around before spotting the both of you. He waved back making his way to where you guys were.

“Wait…” You blinked. “Is that Scaramouche with him?”

“Oh yeah, seems like it.” Lumine answered still waving her hand.

Your mood dropped. With a blank face you said, “Bye.”

“They a runner, they a track star.” Lumine hummed, chuckling a little as she watched your figure run away.

“Why’d y/n run away?” Venti inquired.

“Who knows?” Lumine shrugged.

“What the fuck is up with them?” Scaramouche frowned. “Are they avoiding me?”

“Yes.” Lumine smiled sweetly and Scara scoffed.

“Fine. I can play cat and mouse with them if that’s what they want.”

“Aww, how romantic.” Venti teased.

“Shut up.” Scara groaned, starting to chase after you.

“Nice one.” Lumine high-fived Venti.

“But of course.”

You started to jog once you thought you were far enough before you were walking altogether.

‘Should be far enough.’

You didn’t wanna go home yet, so you just walked around the mall leisurely. You had no destination in mind. All you knew was that you didn’t wanna face Scaramouche. At least, not yet. You knew that only Lumine has the knowledge of what happened, but you’re also aware that if anyone else finds out— especially Scaramouche— they would never let you live it down. He’d either tease the hell out of you or kill you before you could even do it yourself. Both of them doesn’t sound like a good outcome.

Because you were too distracted, you didn’t notice how someone was trailing after you and how he was already clasping your hand to stop you from walking any further. The only reason you noticed was, well, when he was already doing it— which was right now.

He tugged at the wrist he took a hold of making you turn around to face him. When you realized it was Scaramouche, your first reflex was to try to run away but that proved futile as he just tightened his grip and glared at you. “Don’t even try.”

You wanted to say something snarky but held it off. Instead you avoided eye contact with him and looked anywhere but towards him.

Scaramouche pulled the both of you towards a more secluded area. You let him pull you along without putting up much of a fight, because you knew he would just tighten his hold on your wrist more if you even tried to move away from him. Despite his hold being firm, it was soft. He held you in a way that didn’t harm you. Like how you would hold something delicate.

‘I guess he’s kind of a gentleman…’ You smiled a little at the thought as you looked at both of your hands.

“What are you looking at?” Scara frowned and followed your gaze. He immediately let go of your hand. “There’s not much people here, so speak.”

You try to evade your upcoming doom, “Are you sure you wanna let go of my hand? You know I can just run for it.”

He paused for a moment, thinking of what he can do. Now, this could have been your chance to run away while he was distracted but for some reason this didn’t even cross your mind. You wanted to know what he would do.

“Then I’ll just do this.” He trapped you between the wall and himself. He used his hand as some sort of cage for you. “This way, you can’t run from me.”

‘UHM???’

He whispered close to your ear, “Is this much better for you?”

‘EXCUSE ME? CELESTIAL BEINGS FROM ABOVE HELP ME.’

“Ahah,” you pushed him off of yourself chuckling nervously, you can feel your whole body slightly heat up. “Okay there buddy, ever heard of personal space?”

You knew that he knew that he had successfully made you flustered with the way he smugly smiled at you. It was like he knew where every single one of your nerves were and so far he has managed to hit every one of them.

‘He’s insufferable! I don’t get how anyone can like this guy.’

You bitterly rant to yourself. Just looking at him made your blood boil, so you scoff and turn to look at your right with your arms crossed. You refused to talk because you’re petty like that. He was the one who dragged you here in the first place, why would you need to speak first? After all, you don’t owe him anything.

“I just thought it would be more comfortable for you. I do apologize about that.” He didn’t sound the least bit sincere, if anything he found humour in it.

“Anyway, about the rumour.” Scara sees your facade crack a little, you stay quiet. “Hm, so you do know something about it.”

“No, I don’t.” You immediately refuted and he raised his brow in a questioning manner.

“Seems you do. You’re being defensive right now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Then, shall I remind you?” Scara reaches for your hand and while holding eye contact, kisses your knuckles, the way a guy would in those historical manhwas you’ve read. “You and I are in a relationship.”

You frantically pull your hand away from him. You could feel your heart beating rapidly. ‘What is wrong with him?! Where did this confidence come from?’

“No, I don’t think we are.”

“Ooh really? That’s not what the guy who confessed to you said.”

“Huh?” You blink at him owlishly. “How… do you know about that?”

“Obviously the guy consulted me about it after he confessed to you.” Scara said matter-of-factly. “I heard it from him. Asked if we really were in a relationship.”

“And what did you say?”

“I did confirm it.”

‘Oh god, he really just secured my grave.’

You sigh, “So, you pulled me aside just to embarrass me further?”

“That. And I have a proposal.”

“And that is…?”

“We’ll date.” You look at him weirdly. “It’s fake of course. Think of it as a free trial.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight. We’re going to fake date? What do i get out of this free trial?” You shudder just at the thought, and what did he mean by free trial? He makes it sound like after you experience being with him, you would change your mind. You won’t ever change your mind about wanting to be with him, ever. The world would have to end before that even happens.

“Well, whenever someone confesses to you, you can just say you’re with me already just like you did before. It makes it less awkward for you trying to turn them down.” Scaramouche shrugged as he laid down the pros. “And, those annoying girls who are all over me would finally be out of my ass.”

“They would be out for my ass instead.” You deadpan. “Your fangirls are crazy, like isn’t this college? Why do they still have this behaviour.”

“You tell me.” He sighed. He was tired of their obsession towards him.

“The cons still outweigh the pros though.”

He tilted his head to the side, “What are the cons?”

“Being in a relationship with you even if it’s fake. And your fans coming for my ass.”

He looked at you with irritation and rolled his eyes, “Shut up. You think I wanted this?”

“Well.” You drawled out. “You were the one who came up with the proposal.”

“And you blurted my name out to turn them down.”

“Touché.”

Scaramouche hummed, “You would get free food during our dates?”

“Ooh man, why didn’t you say that earlier?” You light up. You were about to milk this guy’s money clean. “Just to be sure, you pay for everything whenever we go out right?”

“Yeah?” Scaramouche agreed, but it seems like he wasn’t too sure either.

“You got yourself a deal.” You offered your hand to him for a handshake. “Nice doing business with you.”

“Oh, but one more thing. No one can know that it’s fake, okay?”

“Okay, sure, whatever man.”

just a hater — [ prev | masterlist | next ]

Synopsis: In which you major in astronomy and scaramouche is the biggest astronomy hater (in your eyes). What happens when someone confesses their feelings for you, and you not knowing how to handle affections, suddenly blurt out that you are already taken. By who? Well, scaramouche of course.

a/n: ty for your patience! also, if you didn’t know already “bruvily” is my main blog so i could only respond to most of you with that acc.

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#genshin impact #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #genshin smau #genshin textfic #scaramouche #genshin kunikuzushi #genshin fanfic #genshin texts #kunikuzushi #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #smau #jah - just a hater #jah - chapters

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biboomerangboi · 1 year

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I’m writing a stobin platonic soulmates au so I thought I’d share some headcannons I came up with for things I believe Steve and Robin did pre season four to cement their friendship.

Steve cut Robins hair because she was going through a mental freak out about how she felt like an entirely different person now and she wanted to reflect that before school started, so she tried to do it herself cause shes broke and Steve who cuts his own did it for her.

Decided to watch all the horror movies in family video to see if their was any survival tips they could glean from watching and ended up comforting each other through triggering parts and laughing at other things together because a lot of this looks fake now in comparison.

Took the kids to the arcade and went in cause it was to cold to sit in the car and they hadn’t got their jobs at family video yet. They ended up getting into a really long and really competitive game of air hockey that gathered a crowd because they both were to competitive to give up. Robin used the angles strategy, Steve used jock reflexes. He won the first game, now they go after work some nights and have rematches. They are currently tied.

Speaking of family video, I feel like they did the applications together and Robin corrected Steve a lot on things I forgot to put down, or fixed his wording to sell himself more because he has things like: played basketball, and not “was captain and therefore have leadership skills cmon Steve.” They also broke into Steve’s dads office to write them and used a lot of his fancy paper.

Came up with a joint backstory for Ericas Dnd campaign where they are twins. Robin is really good at the roleplay and Steve gets really good roles. When Robins character died and she gave a speech both Dustin and Steve cried and since then he’s tried to convince her to run off to Hollywood to be an actress so he can be her trophy husband and Robin rolls her eyes at him.

Got one of those two ring joint floaties and sat in Steve’s pool to help him with his fear of his backyard. They started talking about their biggest fears together and it helps.

Robin gets Steve to come to hippy Christmas but he’s to scared to show up empty handed so they both try to make a bunch of Christmas cookies but they keep getting distracted and some of them are burnt. Robin hides it with icing. Her parents love Steve after that.

Steve comes out to Robin when they both go to a party together, get wasted and end up hungover and puking together in the bathroom. He said it was cause it brought back memories.

Robin doesn’t have a lot of money come Christmas so she goes thrifting and upgrades an old bomber to make Steve something like a letterman since she’s noticed he’s uncomfortable wearing his own. He cries because it’s the first time someone has ever made him a present before.

Steve accidentally overhears people talking about queer stuff and spur of the moment drives himself to Indy and finds the bookstore they were talking about and buys Robin any book the cashier recommends. She hides them in Steve’s house and reads them religiously.

They have a plan to go to a gay bar during Spring Break. They would have went before then but Robin didn’t have a fake ID and Steve had to get in contact with his old crowd to get her one.

They legit have a plan to get Married once Robin graduates, but she wants to come out to the kids first so there’s no misunderstandings, they both just want the security and the safety what a lavender marriage could do for them and have very detailed plans on how to arrange elaborate affairs while doing this. In contrast their wedding plan is either a courthouse or if Will gets to them Vegas.

Robin encourages Steve’s inner mean girl. She also is mean and they both have a very cutting commentary on half of the family video clientele. When Erica comes by she joins in. She is also holding them to the free ice cream bet so they both have a swear jar they both contribute to as an Erica ice cream fund. It was Robins idea.

Robin actually can drive and she does drive at night on backroads in Steve’s car when the kids aren’t there. Steve thinks it’s a cool little chilling out ritual, he’s literally horrified to hear she doesn’t have a license and that’s why she doesn’t drive in the day or with the kids.

Steve brings Robin to babysit the kids a lot and she complains for a bit until Mike says she’s like the cool dad and Steve’s the weird overbearing mom. Steve makes a joke about Karen that is so cutting Robin chokes on her drink but she doesn’t complain after that.

Half of the marching band, Kieth and the some of the kids (Dustin, Mike and Will) think they are legit dating, when they are asked they both make gross sounds and pretend to puke but five minutes later they will be sitting on top of each other.

They are banned from being on the same team during charades because the second Steve stood up and made a single gesture Robin got the answer. The kids thought it was a fluke at first then Robin stood up and Steve did the same damn thing. Dustin is convinced the Russians gave them mind powers.

They have a lot of sleepovers. At Steve’s, Robin sneaks in around the back and uses a key she copied and never told Steve about, he genuinely believes she’s breaking in and is impressed by it. Steve climbs in her window and hides under her bed when her parents come in.

So much more but that’s about the gist of it. They just love each other dearly and mean a lot to me!!! They are best friends forever I swear!!

#yes some of these will be in the fic others I just added for fun #they mean so much to me #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #steve and robin #the irish twins #platonic stobin headcannons #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #zee writes #fic: now watch me bloom #(nail)batman and Robin

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strawberriesinbloom · 3 months

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Winning Plushies

Zayne/Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: Zayne tries to win a plushie for you. Unfortunately, you are your own worst enemy.

Word Count: 791

This is a tickle fic btw!

~🍓~

You pressed your nose up to the glass of the claw machine, squinting thoughtfully at the plushies inside. Truthfully, you wanted them all. Alas, you were down to your last few tokens, so you really had to make them count.

“I want that one,” you said, pointing at the little Cone Crab plushie in the corner.

Zayne raised his eyebrows. “Really? It’s a little…”

You glared at him.

“…interesting looking,” he finished.

“Well, I still want it.”

“Fine,” Zayne said, inserting a token into the coin slot. “I’ll get it for you.” He moved the joystick to the right, as he carefully watched the claw move.

You two had been at the arcade all afternoon. While you had won a decent amount of plushies for yourself, you felt bad that Zayne didn’t have much of a chance to play. Although he seemed less than eager to have his turn, he finally relented after a little bit of back and forth.

You patted him on the shoulder. “You can do it, Zayne! You got this.”

“Is this your way of encouraging me?” He flicked the joystick a little to the left.

“Yes. Is it working?”

“Not particularly.”

He pressed the button. The claw lowered down and grabbed the Cone Crab, only for it to immediately slip out of its grasp. Zayne sucked his teeth and inserted another token.

You huffed. Zayne always had to be difficult. “Alright, then. How about this?” You hooked your arm around his waist. “Is this working?”

Zayne glanced at you momentarily before returning his attention to the claw machine. “You’re much too bold,” he said, a little color appearing on his cheeks.

You laughed a little, giving Zayne’s side a playful squeeze. You faltered when he jumped. “Zayne?”

“It was just a reflex. I’m not ticklish.” He said, a little too focused on positioning the claw correctly. If he wasn’t quick enough, the timer would reach zero, and he would miss his turn.

You smiled. “Really, you’re not? That’s disappointing.” You sneakily spidered your fingers up to his ribs, delighting in the way his entire body flinched.

“Stohop that!” he hissed through gritted teeth. “I’m trying to c-cohoncentrate.” Zayne was trying to keep his voice low to not disturb the other patrons, and perhaps to also keep his own dignity afloat.

“Stop what? I’m not tickling you, am I?” You asked, using your other hand to poke at his stomach.

Zayne buckled forward. “I’m tehelling you to stop this instant!” His ears had turned red, along with the rest of his face. Before you could respond, the claw machine beeped. You looked over, and, sure enough, the timer had reached zero. The claw automatically lowered, grabbed at nothing, and returned to its starting position. “Now, look at what you did,” he said, “You made me waste a token.”

“It’s not my fault that you’re so ti—“ One look at Zayne’s sneer made you stop in your tracks. “…jumpy. It’s not my fault you're so jumpy.”

“You’re much too touchy-feely with me. Just promise you won’t do it again.”

You held up your right hand. “I promise,” you said, closing your eyes for good measure.

Zayne waited for you to open your eyes before rolling his own. “Whatever.” He picked up one more token and slipped it into the coin slot. He started playing again, this time sneaking a couple of glances your way to ensure that you were keeping still.

Unfortunately, for Zayne, you weren’t particularly good at keeping promises. The moment his eyes left yours, you reached over and slowly dragged your index finger down the small of his back.

Zayne went rigid and let out a sharp gasp. He hit the button much too early, and, once again, the claw lowered down to grasp at nothing. He crossed his arms and glared at you over his sunglasses. You cackled.

“Sorry, sorry! I just couldn’t resist!” You covered your mouth with your sleeve to muffle yourself. His stern look was unwavering, which you only found more amusing. “Okay, okay, I’m really sorry. I promise not to mess with you, again. For real, this time.” You turned to face the claw machine. “I still want that Cone Crab.”

“Too bad.” Zayne shook his head. “That was our last token.”

“Really?” you said, searching your pockets. To your dismay, he was right. You didn’t have any more tokens left. “Wait.” You knelt down to search your tote bag, which was holding all of your plushies. “But, the Cone Crab’s the only plushie that I don’t have, yet. We need to win this one.”

The corners of Zayne’s lips shot up briefly. “Perhaps you should have thought of that before giving into your childish antics.”

Yeah…perhaps you should have.

#Love and Deepspace Tickling #Ticklish!Zayne #Tickler!Reader

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kpophubb · 1 year

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♡ 𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ♥︎

єηнуρєη & тнιηցѕ тнєу ԃσ ωнєη тнєу ℓιкє уσυ ♡

❥🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 ᰔ // 𝗼𝘁𝟳 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 // мαѕтєяℓιѕт

"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬?𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴...𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰-𝘭𝘰-𝘭𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

✼••┈┈┈┈••✼♡✼••┈┈┈┈••✼ ♡✼••┈┈┈┈••✼

ꕤ ℓєє нєєѕєυηց [이희승]

Learning your favourite song and singing it for you- with those angel vocals, it goes without saying that hee is gonna serenade you with your favourite songs. And the best part is that you don’t even have to ask him to do that for you; he’s gonna remember your most liked songs on his own accord and practice them to surprise you. At midnight, hanging out at your place, setting up the cozy atmosphere with his guitar strings and honey voice. “♪…for as long as I live for as long as I love, I’ll never not think about you. From the moment we met..I knew you were the one, so no matter what I do..yeah, I’ll never not think about you …♪ “

Giggling around you more often than needed- you make him so incredibly happy and it’s evident. And no matter what, he cannot hide his obvious giggles and wide smile whenever you’re in his proximity!

Stealing glances of you and smiling shyly- rosy cheeks and shy glances are 100% his thing when he’s in love with you. His heart beats abnormally fast and the corners of his mouth crinkle like a reflex action even at the thought of you. You’re so beautiful in his vision, that he can’t tear his eyes off you and has to look at you and appreciate your beauty every chance he gets.

Looking at you wide eyed - heeseung’s whole world blurs out when he’s looking at you. His bambi pupils dilate to capture more light from your presence, and he’s in shuddering awe. His eyes travel from your hair to your face features to your entire body upto your feet and everywhere he sees, he sees only god moulded perfection. You catch his attention the moment you walk inside the room and even if his words don’t reveal his fascination, his eyes can’t hide the overwhelming appreciation he secretly has for you.

Complimenting you- hee is quite bold. If he thinks you’re pretty, after much contemplating and fighting his shyness, he’s gonna let you know about it. Not exaggerated or cheesy forms of affection but simple yet genuine expressions like “you look good.” “You’re really pretty y/n.” and then he’s gonna turn his head away from embarrassment lol. (what a cutie)

Taking you to gaming arcades with him- heeseung loves gaming!! And if you’re the one who can accompany him in that, YOU ARE HIS IDEAL GIRL. Even if you aren’t, don’t worry, he’s gonna take you to game arcades and so excitedly and attentively introduce you to everything and teach you how to play. Man is even gonna try his best to win plushies for you, aiming to steal your heart along with it in the process. ;)

Sending you song playlists- it’s his love language no cap. Arranging a playlist filled with comforting vocals and his hidden feelings depicted in the lyrics- that’s the kind of playlist he would make for you. He would hope you would feel the same emotions he felt thinking of you while listening to the songs and would escalate to cloud 9 if you tell him detailed review of all the songs!

Talking to the members about you- enhypen is his family. And besides they know him so well that they’re gonna find out his love for you even before he says, so instead of attempting to hide it he will share his feelings about you with them. He’d blush so much at first but soon begin to hold deep and serious conversations about you and ask his beloved members for appropriate advices and consolation.

ꕤ ραяк วαу [박종성]

Cooking home made meals for you- Jay’s love language is cooking for you. And the most endearing part is that he will cook your favourite cuisine for you with utmost effort & dedication. He’s also gonna set the table for you with candles and roses like the romantic man he is, even dress up and formally eat dinner with you in such a cozy & heart fluttering manner. These special dinner nights happen atleast once a month whenever he finds time.

Making you walk on the other side of the road- he protects the ones he loves with everything he’s got bc he loves being a reliable figure on whom his loved ones can rely on. So everytime you go out, he’s gonna make you walk on the other side of the road and encase you within his figure completely to make you feel as secure and safe as possible.

Protective holds around your shoulder- this is the most reassuring and easing form of physical affection you can experience. You’re anxious or nervous? He pats your shoulder in easing strokes. You are out in public and feel uncomfortable? He pats your shoulder to remind you he’s there. Someone tries to flirt with you while he’s there? He’s gonna drape his hand around your shoulder protectively to drive off the weirdos away.

Taking you out for shopping- jay loves fashion and looking fashionable and when his shopping spree is accompanied by your presence, it’s like a golden opportunity for him! He will be your best stylist, being patient and making you try as many stores as you want, picking what’s best for you and ofc NOT letting you pay for anything being the fine gentleman he is. “Accept these as gifts from me y/n.” He’d say smiling and if you try to resist, you’ll see the most adorable pout and frown on his face which will make you give in to him anyway.

Paying attention to your likes/dislikes- he has all your preferences memorized like the lyrics of his favourite song. Your food preferences, your trip preferences, style, colours- he knows it all and will always act accordingly to please you.

Smiling at you in heartfelt manner- there are people smiling at you and then there’s jay’s kind of sweetheart smile, the kind of smile that burns layers beneath your skin and makes you feel like he’s appreciating your raw beauty. There’s so much tenderness and honesty in his eyes that you lose yourself everytime you look inside his galaxies.

Telling you about his feelings honestly- transparency and honesty is two of the most important things to jay, especially in a relationship. So once you two have grown close enough and he knows you’re comfortable with him, he’s gonna confess his feelings of love to you in a mature and direct way, leaving you completely flustered, and in a sweet daze.

ꕤ ѕιм วαєуυη [심재윤]

Getting awkward and clumsy around you- jake being in love is like him being the most adorable little dork on this planet earth. Bumping his knee on the table while staring at you, stubbing his pinky while pulling the chair for you, choking on his drink when you walk in and ofcourse the infamous bumping his forehead on the corridor wall while waving you goodbye with his eyes glued on you! :p <3 sim jaeyun is the definition of adorable.

Smiling shyly out of nowhere whenever you are here- he’s so smiley around you oh my god, and his lovesick happiness almost creeps out the members and makes them feel like he’s possessed by the spirit of Romeo or sth. Jake is always giggling in his squeaky voice and it’s so random, it’s like even hearing you breathe and watching you do mundane things, make him feel like the happiest and luckiest man on earth.

Blushing when you compliment him- jake gets really shy in general when anyone compliments him out of the blue, but when it’s with you? Oh boy he goes into tomato mode and becomes so awkward that he doesn’t know how to respond. He’s got the shy-est and cutest smile on his face and he’s pushing his hair back or scratching the back of his neck with rosy pink cheeks bc he’s so flustered. Will take a solid 5 minute to calm tf down and thank you and compliment you in return! >~<

Sending you song lyrics- this is jake’s way of declaring his love for you. Randomly texting you Justin bieber’s lyrics “someone to make me stay around..oh girl I wish you would” “picture perfect you don’t need no filter. Gorgeous make em drop you are a killer..shower you with all my attention.. yeah these are my only intentions. ♪” “ you the best thing and I don’t need a witness.., ima find me a ring and pray it’s perfect fitted.♪♪” He will message you and hope you get the hidden meaning behind it and realize these are his feelings for you. But even if you don’t, he’s just gonna excuse himself hurriedly saying it’s just some lyrics of his favourite song.

Being touchy with you- jake’s way of showing affection is through physical touch. And besides, when he loves you so much and wants you so much, it’s obvious he can’t hold himself back from you. So expect the warmest and safest prolonged hugs, head pats and him resting his head or chin on your shoulder and playing with your hands.

Telling you cheesy lines- if he’s not cheesy romantic, Is he even Jake?????? “You must be tired bc you’ve …been running through my mind all day.” and what not, comparing you to the sun and moon and everything beautiful he sees. And when he sees you reciprocating them as a joke he’d even take his shot by being flirty “if I said you had a nice body..would you hold it against me?;)” and then he’d proceed to cringe and laugh afterwards. The sound of his laugh? Heart melting experience right there.

Paying attention to you completely- jake sim notices everything you do, everything you say, every facial expression you make and even the way you inhale and exhale. He memorizes you and learns in depth about you like he’s studying his favourite physics book (or whatever the hell smart people read anyway). The length of your long black eyelashes, the way the corners of your plush lips crinkle when you smile, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you love. Every little thing about you adds a new reason for his heart to beat again everyday. <3 :’)

Taking you to dog parks to walk layla together- you get entry to the secret vault of Jake’s heart if you get along with Layla. When you play with her and love her as much as he does, he falls in love with you 10x harder. Chilly evenings and peaceful walks with layla and you alongside nature, jake walks behind you taking in the moment and imagining how blissful it would be if you become a real loving family someday.

Confessing to his best friend aka sunghoon about having feelings for you- altho jake is pretty bad at acting and lying and the whole squad knows what he feels for you since day 1, the only one he willingly goes to and says everything is sunghoon!! he always simps over you infront of him and tells him about all the things he wants to tell you >.< jake would love for you and sunghoon to get along well, two of his most fav people, so he always gets excited everytime y’all interact!

Daydreaming about you and smiling nonstop- he’s a simp. I swear. He can’t stop thinking about cuddling you, holding you in his arms and kissing you and having you as his girl. 🥺 he giggles like a teenager in love and kicks his feet in the air and presses his face to the pillow to hide his embarrassment and mute his nonstop chuckles.

ꕤ ραяк ѕυηցнσση [박성훈]

Teasing you nonstop- teasing people he loves the most is his prime way of showing his love for them haha. ESPECIALLY about your height if you have significant height difference. Will call you nicknames like “my shortie” “my cute chibi” and proceed to make fun of you for being “tiny”. Also will close jars super tightly so you ask for his help and ofc he will do it with the dirtiest smirk on his face. “Can’t do anything without me huh y/n 😏”

Awkward laughs with you- pls he’s such a blockhead when he’s in love. So clueless and lost and doesn’t know what to say or do so he will just awkwardly laugh “ha ha ha” and come up with the lamest dad jokes ever :] I mean. Pls laugh even if they make you question your existence bc man is trying so hard to make you smile and laugh! XD <3

Being protective over you- sunghoon is a possessive person. ;) especially when you’re not his gf yet, he is very insecure and afraid to lose you. He absolutely despises it when you’re too mingly with other male friends and his jealousy is o b v i o u s. Upset penguin is just NOT having it :((

Furrowing his brows and hoping to communicate his feelings telepathically while looking at you- hoon is VERY BAD with words and doesn’t know how to convey his love for you so he will just accidentally glare at you from the corner of the room, furrowing his thick brows and trying to enter your heart through telepathy!!

Asking jake for advice- since he’s a clueless dork, the best thing he does is ask Jake what to do next (although asking another slightly better dork isn’t a good idea either) he’s gonna ask him what to say to you, how to make you interested in him and just randomly blabber about how beautiful you’re to him and how you make him feel!

Getting teased by the members for being smitten about you- he acts so robotic around you that he becomes the next best meme in the Enha dorm whenever you or your topic is brought up. Freezing in position, his pale skin taking on a bright pink colour whenever you’re mentioned.

Trying his best for you to like him back- sunghoon will try so hard to make you like him back. Like wearing your favourite colour, dressing good infront of you, wearing the most attractive perfumes from his collection and even going as far as to watching your favourite tv series and movies just to have sth to talk about with you and get closer to you.

ꕤ кιм ѕυησσ [김선우]

Taking your photos and taking photos with you- Kim sunoo is all about taking selfies and when he’s got a pretty partner like you, god bless his phone storage bc it’s gonna BLOW up! You’re such a pretty subject and every moment spent with you is so precious that he wants to capture every bit of it.

Being bold and complimenting you- sunoo is very bold and upfront so he won’t hesitate to show his affection for you and let you know if he finds you beautiful, adorable or cute. He does it so effortlessly and smiles so happily when you blush but IF it backfires on him and you praise him back, he’s gonna laugh his shyness away.

Taking you out to food dates- he loves eating and visiting aesthetic cafes,, so he’s always gonna take you out with him on weekends!! And you guys could even be the cutest foodie (couple) in town, no joke! He’s gonna talk about the food nonstop with you, giving reviews in the form of facial expressions. My gosh, he’s so awfully chatty and that’s so cute ugh.

Telling you about every details of his day- sunoo is a nonstop talking machine and he LOVES you so much that he just has to complain to you all day. The good parts, the bad parts, his precious memories while performing and everything in between! You’re like his bff and human diary.

being confident and confessing to you- he comes off as a really confident person to me so when he gets the right signals, he’s gonna be straight forward and tell you how he feels about you directly. And come on..rejecting him is MISSION IMPOSSIBLE so watch him dissolve into a puddle when you say yes! T-T <3

ꕤ уαηց วυηցωση [양정원]

Getting jealous over you- yang jungwon is a jealous person. When you don’t give him attention enough, and talk with other members instead of him, he goes into clingy kitty mode. Hovering in your line of sight and popping up again and again to “get his charger” or “grab a drink” and what not. Eventually at the end, don’t be surprised if a jelly cat grabs you by your feet and drags you out of the room so you two can be “alone” and spend time. ;) <3

Gate keeping you- he wants you all to himself bc he’s quite possessive 👉🏻👈🏻 and you’re so loveable what if the other guys fall for you? So he’s gonna meet you outside the dorm as much as he can lol until his members hatch a detective plan and find you guys on a cafe having brunch. (Please I swear they’re gonna embarrass jungwon cause WHO TF wears detective sunglasses and coats and takes this fr)

Helping you in any way he can- jungwon’s leader instincts work with you too. Since he’s so used to caring for others, he’s always caring for you and is so responsible and helping you in every way he can. From studies to life problems to even trivial things like helping you organise your closet, you’ve got jungwon to do it all!

Always protecting you- it’s his life mission to protect you. No need to elaborate. Your happiness, your safety, your smile, your well being MUST be protected at all costs.

Low-key simping over you- jungwon is your low-key fanboy. He’s so good at hiding his feelings though, but behind closed doors when he’s alone omg he’s smiling so brightly and covering his face with his palms bc it’s heating up SO BAD 👉🏻👈🏻

Going out of his way to compliment you- he doesn’t compliment people a lot or likes showing his affection out in public but for you, anything. He’s gonna make subtle compliments without being too obvious, “wow your outfit looks good.” “I like the way you did your hair.” etc etc.

Unintentionally matching clothes with you- jungwon likes romantic couple habits like matching clothes. Like colour co-ordinated clothes. He’s gonna steal a peek of your closet and new shopping bags and go and buy the same coloured outfits to surprise you later. Ask him if it’s intentional, and watch him make a 180 degree turn and deny it like a criminal being interrogated in jail for committing arson lmao.

Communicating his feelings with you through his eyes- won’t go out of his way TO tell you directly what you mean to him so if you catch him staring at you with boba eyes and a foreign fond expression, just know he’s trying to convey with his eyes how much he loves you.

Taking midnight strolls with you- jungwon loves walks!!! Relaxing midnight walks with cozy hoodies on alongside you is better than the most expensive therapy for him.

Lending you his hoodies for you to wear- yang jungwon loves hoodies but he loves them more WHEN YOU WEAR THEM and the scent of your perfume is stuck to his material when he takes them back uwu.☺️👉🏻👈🏻 the oversized material dangling from your shoulders and the hoodie covering your thighs upto your knees is the !!cutest!!thing!!ever!!

ꕤ ηιѕнιмυяα яιкι [西村力]

Making fun of you (in a good and playful way)- riki booping your nose and stealing your phone from your hands just so you chase him in the whole house (till you’re breathless and panting) is a daily activity in the household! 🥺

Annoying you to the fullest- tangling your hair in his fingers and tugging at them, messing up your makeup, stealing your food from the fridge and tackling you = riki being in love with you. Trust me on this.

Being shy and giggly around you- now despite appearing mature, RIKI IS SHY SHY. He’s like a small baby around you, always smiling his adorable boxy smile and moving in tiny from the excitement of being around you!! >.<

Trying to spend alone time with you away from the hyungs- his hyungs bug him so much for being in love with you “oh our ni ki is growing up huh?” “WOWWW NIKI??!!! Your growth spurt hit you? ;)))” they would elbow him in the stomach all the time man so he just wants to steal you away in a private space. Where he can look at you (in his lovesick way) and play with your cheeks and maybe even..hold your hands?😳

Comparing your hand sizes as an excuse to hold your hands- your hands are so small and soft and he’s such a sucker for innocent romance and always looking for excuses to hold your hand, that he does this TOO OFTEN. <3

being your best friend and partner in crime- ni ki is the most likely to fall in love w his bestie :(( someone with whom he can be BFFS WITH and be partners in crime and do silly crazy activities with and prank others with!! Someone who’s his best friend during the day and lover during the night! <‘33

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