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nhothicket · 20 days

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ON MY KNEE IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR BAND AU ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE TO SPARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A FANFIC, FANART, JUST A SIMPLE LIKE ANYTHING TEXT POST SOBBING AND WEEPING AT YOUR FEET!!!!!!!!

I decided to do both some art and a fic because you asked so nicely!! Thank you for the nice ask, I hope this is what you were looking for ^v^

I couldn't come up with a good title for this fic whoops.

Words - 1.4k

No warnings, they're gay and they act gay

Summary - Etho finds himself dragged away from the safety of his tour bus and into the den of very scary and very cool rockstar, Bdoubleo.

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"Wash up on your six." Pause lightly elbowed Etho with a snicker. "Comin' right for ya."

"Hurry up then." Etho tried to push his bandmates into the bus, but the chase was over before it began.

"Etho!" The threat approached.

"Beef, move-"

"Sorry man, you're on your own." Beef climbed on and turned to give him an entirely unapologetic smile. "You guys have fun now."

"Hey-" The bus door shut right in his face. "Beef! Pause! Hey!"

"Ethooo!" Two arms slung around his neck from behind, awkwardly pulling him down and backward. Etho gagged and turned around. Face to face with the tiny menace of the festival grounds. "Long time no see!"

"Hey, Bdoubleo."

"So formal, you're no fun, sweetheart." Bdubs puffed his cheeks out. "It's been like a y- like whole year, c'mon, loosen up!"

"It's been a few months and I'm busy."

"No you ain't. I saw your buddies ditch ya." Bdubs offered up all the charm he could muster. "Wanna hang out in my van?"

"Not creepy at all." Etho's protest was weak willed. He leaned down and ruffled Bdubs' hair without even thinking about it, it came as a second nature at this point. "Yeah, sure."

"You just can't deny me. I'm irresistible!"

"Uh-huh."

"Your sarcasm is no use!" Bdubs dragged Etho across the lot to his shabby old van. Etho would judge, but if it weren't for Beef and Pause, he'd be touring out of the back of his ancient pickup. Bdubs threw the back doors open and hopped inside. "Didya see my set this morning? I know it was a bit early for someone like you."

"Of course I did." Etho gracefully ignored the last comment. Perched on the edge of the trunk, Bdubs' enthusiasm was contagious, his prideful smile was so genuine it made Etho smile a bit under his mask in a shallow imitation. "Loud as always."

"You know it!" The back of Bdubs' van was surprisingly clean. Two seats sat on each side and a mini fridge was pressed into the back corner. A soft mat was rolled up opposite to it, presumably Bdubs' bed. Bdubs got up to flop onto a seat and pat the spot next to him. "Beer?"

"Uhh..." As soon as Etho sat down an arm settled around his shoulders. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

"That's what I like to hear." Bdubs opened up his little fridge and tossed Etho a can. He refused to remove his arm from Etho's shoulders and instead used his teeth to crack his own can open, kicking the fridge shut. "Off with the mask! I'm not some fanboy, I'm the real deal! Itsh been so long, I've missed seeing your dopey face."

"Bold words coming from the goofiest solo act I've ever seen."

"I am not goofy! I'm hard!"

"Oh?" Etho pulled his mask down just to show Bdubs his smug smirk.

"Don't- don't give me that! You know what I mean!" Bdubs growled. "I'm a rockstar!"

"You were like decades ago."

"And still going strong!" Bdubs took an obnoxious gulp from his beer. "You are awfully mouthy for a man who plays a freakin' keytar, what decade is it for you?"

"You'd know, old man."

"I am not- Okay, old lady! Fresh outta the 1600s!"

"Boomer."

"That's my name! Don't wear it out, Ethel!"

They glared at eachother for a moment, locked in a silent staring contest. Bdubs and his obnoxious doe eyes were forever unbeatable though, and Etho was forced to blink. A very ungraceful winner cheered and crushed a can to further punctuate his manly dominance.

"I'm never forgiving Pause for telling you."

"Aww, but its so cute." Bdubs pinched Etho's cheek. "What, your parents wanted a girl or something?"

"Sure, something like that." Etho sipped from his beer, sliding a bit down the seat so Bdubs could more comfortably pull his charm. As small as Bdubs was, it was always comical watching him stretch to take up the more dominant flirting positions. Etho knew he'd sit there with his arm up around his shoulders until it went numb if that's what it took.

"You haven't told me you missed me yet."

"I forgot I even knew you."

"Ouch! Rude." Bdubs leaned closer and winked. "I think about you all the time."

"Yeah, because you're the most jealous person I know."

"Guilty as charged!" Bdubs chirped. He easily slid right back into joking when his attempt at flirting was met with more banter; Etho wasn't sure he'd be able to recover that quickly himself.

"Plotting my downfall, huh?"

"I'll get you some day."

"I'm rooting for you."

"Thank you, sweetheart! You're always on my side." Bdubs tapped his can to Etho's. "To ruining your career."

"To ruining my career."

The pair fell into a lull, Bdubs kept chatting, but it was mostly white noise. Bdubs talked just to talk and Etho listened just to listen. It was only a few beers later and the lull transitioned into a comfortable buzz. Bdubs got a bright idea. He reached over the seats in the middle of the van, clumsily pulling over his decorated acoustic guitar.

"Any requests, Easy?"

"Anything but one of your own." Etho absent-mindedly dropped his arm around Bdubs' shoulders, reestablishing the connection that had been broken when the shorter man went to get his instrument.

"You are so mean to me." Bdubs puffed his cheeks out as he thought. "We should do some music together sometime."

"You'd be eaten alive." Etho considered the reputation Bdubs had. "I can see it already— you fighting with all the people online."

"It'd be worth it." Bdubs played a few random chords. "We could do a love duet."

"With Pause? I'm not a vocalist, Bdubs."

"You didn't deny being in love with me."

"I wouldn't have to love you to sing a song with you."

"I'd write it about us, baby."

"Uh-huh." A brief silence started to build, but Bdubs quickly broke the tension with a snicker, Etho followed suit. "You're an idiot."

"C'mon! You got a good voice. We could do an epic rock ballad."

"I'm good."

"Your loss!" Bdubs turned back to his guitar, but Etho could see the mischief brewing on his face. "You still like Paramore?"

"Don't play it."

"I learned a song just for you!"

"Don't play it, Bdubs." He already knew what the sappy romantic had in mind.

"You are so unappreciative. I go out of my way to learn a nice song from the 'music' you like." Bdubs threw up air quotes and Etho just rolled his eyes. How a man who'd sold his soul to the system could stand to be so critical of what counted as music was beyond him.

"Give me your guitar."

"No!" Bdubs got two chords out before Etho pulled it from his hands. "Hey! Hey! Give it here!"

"I'm not letting you try to serenade me with a song you heard on the radio."

"You know it would work! C'monnn!"

"Absolutely not." Etho held the guitar away from Bdubs, but regrettably, he couldn't hide his smile when his mask was around his neck.

"You come into my house! Sit on my bed! And dare disrespect me like this?"

"We are in the back of a van, Bdoubleo."

"My home away from home!" Etho leaned across the trunk and dropped the guitar onto the other seat. Bdubs immediately tried to lunge for it, but Etho caught him in a bear hug before he could even stand up. In fact, being hugged instantly stopped Bdubs in his tracks. "Woah, hey- guess I didn't need to serenade you at all!"

"Sure." Etho pulled away so he could see Bdubs' face. Alcohol warmed cheeks, dark eyes, and a stupid smirk.

"Like what you see?"

"Maybe."

"Shomehow, you manage to dry text when you talk." Bdubs rolled his eyes. He leaned up and kissed Etho, his patience worn thin in his buzz. Etho pulled him closer. "I missed you."

"Me too." Etho finally admitted. They sat with their foreheads pressed together.

"You could afford to text back more often, I know you ain't that freakin' famous."

"Isn't the anticipation more fun?"

"Don't play coy! I know you're just lazy."

"Guilty." Bdubs pressed a flurry of kisses to Etho's jaw.

"You're lucky I even allow you in my pre- in my presence, I don't usually kiss fans."

"It's a good thing I don't care much for sellouts then."

"Kiss my ass."

"Ohh, the bad boy said a curse word."

"Get out of my van, I'm sick of your stupid face already." Bdubs grumbled. Yet, his arms stayed locked around Etho's waist. Etho made no attempt to change that.

"Gonna be at our set tomorrow? It's past your bedtime."

"You're worth stayin' up for." Bdubs cooed. "Better dedicate a song to me."

"We'll play twinkle twinkle little star for you."

"On your nerdy little fake guitar?"

"On my nerdy little fake guitar."

"Adorable."

#dreading needing to come up with a title when I inevitably add this to my Ao3 oneshot book #this is my first time directly putting fanfic onto tumblr - i hope I did it okay #band au #bdubs #etho #pause #beef #birdie art #birdie writing #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #bdouble100 fanart #ethoslab fanart #ethubs #hermitshipping #hermitcraft

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request platonic headcanons with Fyodor and Dazai with a female reader and a High School!AU please?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Fyodor X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.8K

A/n: I have trouble writing for Fyodor. I should get him off my writing list lmao

⇝Osamu Dazai

Doesn't matter if you're relationship with him is platonic or romantic, He's always flirting with you🙂

Does not expect you to flirt back so don't because things might get weird or... change.

And you don't want things to change cause you've seen him breaking up with other girls after a few days of dating.

You two are always goofing around at classes, making fun of others while not paying attention to the lessons at all.

You claim that it's his fault because he's distracting you, and you're lowkey right but he keeps denying it😭

Other girls are not a fan of you because c'mon! You're friends with Dazai Osamu! The most charming boy in the high school!

Dazai ignores others because he thinks that it's not bothering you, but he gets upset when others bully you over stuff because of your connection with him.

Lowkey tries to be a bit distant but when he sees you trying to get close to him, he's relieved and things get back to normal.

Dazai has a special spot for his friends in his heart, and you already know that if you're familiar with Odasaku, and you're his friend too.

So he's protective of you, even though he's not really showing it; but will have your back when you run into trouble.

If some guy tries to break your heart, well... rest in peace.

Not saying that Dazai would get in a fight with him cause he's Dazai, but with his sharp mind and smart ass, he doesn't need to use any strength to teach that bastard a lesson.

As I said before, and you already know that, he's a player; and it bothers you when his exes come to you and ask you about him, or to see if they still have a shot with him and stuff.

You scold him when he makes fun of other people's height or their red hair or how they braid their hair and their outfit :)))

Though he's expecting you to collaborate with him on this one XD

Is not a fan of studying, so makes you study so you can tell him the answers, or gets them from another girl who has a thing for him and gives them to you to if you need any.

You were so distracted in the classroom that teachers make you sit far away from each other lmao.

But they can't do anything to you outside the classroom so that's when the real deal is on, baby 😎

You sometimes to different tiktok trends together and are kinda popular.

Others think that you two are a couple since you get along with each other well so you always have to tell them you're just friends, even though Dazai might not straightforwardly agree with you on this one🚶🏻‍♀️

⇝Fyodor Dostoevsky

Why is writing for him so hard what is wrong with me😭

Just because I wrote that much for Dazai doesn't mean I would do the same for Fyodor -_-

Anyway, he's not a really talkative person, so you're not attracted to him at first sight,

He doesn't look like a shy guy, he's just not going to waste his energy unless it's necessary to speak so you decide not to bother him.

But things change when you get a bad grade at physics and the teacher asks him to be your tutor.

He agrees cause he doesn't really care anyway.

Fyodor is definitely the top of his class. You never see him study but he pays attention to the teacher carefully while he teaches, so you know that studying with him will be helpful, but you're kinda nervous cause let's be real. the guy looks scary. (Hot scary😏)

So when you do spend time together, you realize that he's actually an interesting guy, and a super smart one, so you come to like him and start hanging around with him everywhere he goes hoping maybe you would become friends.

You're the one who comes to him though, asking where is he heading to and would be it ok if you come along and he always says yes cause as I said before, he doesn't care.

Now being Fyodor's friend is not something Fun at first, but rather meaningful and interesting. You gradually become familiar with his perspective of things and the world, and this would effect you way of thinking and seeing things too. After becoming his friend, you pay attention to details more closely than you did before, and you try to understand the connection and logical explanation behind them.

You two would never talk about you're relationship and that you're friends, because you don't know what his reaction would be and you're also not willing to take the risk, so it's not something offical.

Being his friend adds to you're knowledge and his effect on you is definitely considerable, so you like to be around him but you can never know if he does too since you can't ask him about him neither read his mind 🚶🏻‍♀️

Why does it all sound so dark lol I didn't mean to 😭

Reblogs are appreciated! :)

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ferociousconscience · 4 months

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What are your thoughts on long-haired Javert? Do you prefer a more historically/book-accurate version?

I strongly dislike ponytail Javert...! ...Though I know saying that may come off as me being a party-pooper of sorts. I genuinely understand why people like it! It's a very attractive look...! I liked it too, initially coming from the musical (Phillip Quast i would die for you, etc)!... But it's not him. I understand that the musical is, in a way, a different sort of type of canon, even if it is an adaptation at the end of the day... and in the musical, that version of Javert has a very specific look that tends to be pretty consistent in all the casting, costuming, and in general appearance (hair, fashion, etc) but... Mm. I won't turn this into a rant about how I feel about the musical, I promise, lol The fandom can do whatever it wants, and I'm always happy to see fanart of any kind, and I hope this doesn't come off as me applying any of this to fanworks at all-- But... tbh, There are a lot of little things about Javert's appearance that just sort of get lost in translation (metaphorically and literally), and I've learned to get used to it, but I can't deny that when I open a new illustrated copy or put in a film adaptation I haven't seen, I get a little disappointed when the Javert doesn't actually look like Javert. The main characters are described so vividly detailed in the book, and I feel it's a shame when all that's discarded, especially for the sake of the characters looking conventionally attractive. To answer your question, I vastly, vastly prefer how he appears in the actual canon-- for various reasons, not just historical accuracy, though that is a big part of it for me. I just... love weird-looking-yet-awe-inspiring-and-scary Javert! I think his, uh, bowlcut is sort of charming... in a way... and shows a lot about his character-- Like how his bangs are so long that they practically fall into his eyes, which is another one of his many 'concealers'... but he keeps the rest of it very neat and tidy and "cropped short", which is another of his many dog metaphors. Cropped ears/tail on a mastiff, etc etc.

#i really dont mean to sound like a snob but hrrrr #THANK YOU for your question!!!! very much!!!#fc consternation tag

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brainrotsucks · 29 days

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dont let me touch you kitten~~ meow!!!!!!! omg k so i love voldemort if you didnt know like seriously why is he so fine !!!!!! he’s so sexy i just want to pin him down and kiss him 🥹🥹 sam dont touch me please only voldemort can 🙄🙄🫶ok stop being gay!!! but anyways,, have you seen his features? i love how detailed his face is, tbh they could've added something more sexy but its ok hes still fine 👏👏

Lord Voldemort, oh my goodness, where do I start? He's seriously fascinating! Okay, so picture this: he's this super powerful wizard, right? And his appearance, oh boy, it's just captivating! He's got this, like, totally unique look that's all his own.

First off, his head is, like, super smooth and shiny! Seriously, it's almost like he's got this magical baldness going on. But it's not just any bald head – it's like, perfectly smooth, like polished marble or something. And his skin? Pale as a ghost, but in a totally striking way! It's like he's glowing with this eerie light, you know?

Then there are his eyes. Oh my gosh, his eyes! They're these intense, glowing red orbs that just pierce right through you. And the shape? Yeah, they're all slitted and snake-like, which just adds to his whole mysterious vibe. Seriously, you can't help but get lost in those eyes!

Now, let's talk about his nose. It's… well, it's not exactly your typical nose. It's more like a little snout, kinda like a snake's! But somehow, it totally works for him. It gives him this extra touch of, I don't know, reptilian charm? Yeah, let's go with that!

And his face, oh man, don't even get me started! It's all angular and sharp, with these high cheekbones that just scream power and authority. And his lips? Thin and pale, but strangely alluring. Like, you can't help but be drawn to them, even though you know you probably shouldn't.

But here's the thing – despite his kinda scary appearance, there's something undeniably intriguing about Voldemort. Like, you can't help but be curious about him, you know? Maybe it's his confidence, or his unwavering determination to achieve his goals. Or maybe it's just the way he carries himself, like he's the most important person in the room (which, let's be honest, he usually is).

And then there's his presence. When Voldemort walks into a room, you can feel it. It's like this electric energy that just crackles in the air, sending shivers down your spine. He commands attention without even trying, and you can't help but be drawn to him, even if you're terrified at the same time.

In short, Voldemort is like, the epitome of enigmatic charm. He's powerful, mysterious, and totally captivating, with a look that's all his own. Love him or hate him, you can't deny that he's one of the most fascinating characters in the wizarding world – or any world, for that matter!

sorry for the rant i just love my man so much

Ummmm okay…

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kingofyewnork · 1 year

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sprace canon era love confession

OMG. ok sorry this is so late I keep seeing it then forgetting it I swear im not usually this bad at responding to things 😭😭 but here we go!!!

race has always known about the king of brooklyn, and about spot's reputation, but he hasn't ever really met the guy, only seen him in passing

obviously this changes during/after the strike

race can't seem to put his finger on it, but spot just doesn't strike him as intimidating for some reason. he can totally see why people do find spot scary, but he just...doesn't feel The Vibe.

he thinks spot is quite an interesting person, like there's a depth to him that race can sense but not quite see yet

(contrary to popular belief, race is actually a very observant person--he just functions at high speed all the time)

so he takes to spending more time around brooklyn. yknow. for research.

he thinks he's being sneaky, but spot knows that one of the manhattan boys is hanging around more than necessary. he lets it go though because race is tall and funny and pretty and spot likes seeing him around

(it's for political reasons. purely. he has an alliance with manhattan, he's not about to kick one of jack's boys off his turf and face hostility from the other borough)

gradually, race worms his way into the brooklyn newsies' community. he's like an honorary brooklyn boy, and no one bats an eye if they see race hanging around the brooklyn lodge dealing cards or smoking with some other boys.

this means race can get closer to spot, closer to figuring the king of brooklyn out.

spot is like a puzzle--he looks solid on the outside, a smooth surface that tells you what you see is what you get, but race knows there's something in there, and if there's one thing race can't stand, it's a puzzle he can't solve.

so he strong-arms his way into spot's circle. he charms the pants off sean conlon, who (grudgingly) grows to like race not only for his pretty face but also for his personality. he makes spot laugh

(not that spot would ever admit it. he insists that he simply tolerates race because he knows race is popular with his boys. that's it.)

they start spending time alone. just the two of them. at first, it's because race won't leave spot alone, trailing after him and running his mouth in a way that should be annoying but is instead endearing, and then it becomes routine.

spot kisses race first.

it's one of the days that race has finished selling early, so he drops by brooklyn to follow spot around as spot passes out the rest of his papers

he's prattling on about something silly that's been going on in manhattan when spot takes him by the arm, drags him into an alley, and just kisses him.

race is surprised, obviously, but he has Rizz™️ so he takes it in stride.

"well well well. looks like I've seduced the king of brooklyn, huh?" -race, accompanied with a cocky grin and wiggling eyebrows

"shut up, dumbass."

"aw. you love me."

spot doesn't deny it.

oh goodness. that was longer than I expected it to be. but yes send me more of these I love thinking about my boys!!!

#sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #newsies #livesies #ask kaelen #fanfic #getting together

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quandaryqueen · 2 years

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Hi, I'm new to this and I love your posts and I wanted to make a request for riddler from yj, btseries, gotham and arkham What would it be like to introduce yourself to the reader's parents? sorry, I like soft things

Thanks for you attetion ily💕💕💕

Dinner with your parents

Edward Nygma X Reader

Ohhh omg I love this 💝 come on though, let us admit and agree that they have a face that you can bring over to meet your parents?

💚 Gotham

If we're talking season one Eddie, he would be so touched, so honoured.

"Oh dear, are you sure?"

He would love nothing more to meet your parents! Of course his goal was to win them over, isn't that the main thing about meeting ones parents? He's not so sure about himself, but of course he'll try his best! With his jittery self and fun fact spewing spastically out of his mouth, along with riddles and witty jokes that is charming to you, but of course your parents are different and might not see this as charming, or maybe they will.

Season 2 Eddie on the other hand, he's confident that he'll be able to sweep them off their feet. With his charming attitude? Intelligence? Culinary skills? Of course. He brought wine and helps out in the kitchen whilst dinner was in preparation, peppering in riddles, much to your parents' amusement, such a curious young man. Dinner hasn't started and he has already won them over.

After Edward left, your mother whispers to you, "I'd like him to be my son-in-law."

💚 Arkhamverse

*cough* I have done something similar to this request, but it's an angsty fic. So I'm just gonna put that here! Just in case someone wants to read a more hurtful fic, but let's keep it peachy fucking keen in here.

But ahem, anyways, you have nothing to fear. Yeah, he's a rogue. But a charming one at that, and certainly protects you and loves you.

First and foremost, he does so with confidence. Why, he'd approach this with charm even because he really does believe it is an absolute honour and he is touched you're allowing him to meet your parents... It's just too bad he can't grant you the same thing, given that his parents are...

Let's move on, he may act suave and nonchalant, but he is--!!

Gosh, he's denying it, but butterflies are fluttering in his stomach! This is like one of the primary steps that ensures him that you will never ever leave him!

💚 Young Justice

He is honoured! Um, don't mind the sweating and shaking, he really is excited! Again ignore the sweating and shaking, he is thrilled to meet one of the most important people of your life and not disappoint them at all I mean look at you, you're way out of his league and yet he somehow had himself straddled by the otherworldly type of beauty that is their offspring! Oh ignore the sweating and shaking, but gosh isn't this a jolly time! They will like him, right? Ignore the sweating and shaking but they aren't a scary bunch of folks right? Ignore--

Um yes. Nervous as all hell. He needs constant reassurance from you and gosh he really thinks they will stare him down until he melts into a puddle and evaporate, so yes, reassurances are much needed and appreciated, thank you very much.

Now follow my lead, take his face, hold him in place, squeeze his cheeks (the most important thing), and tell him,

"You have nothing to worry about," now he has some doubts there and you'll see how he is about to protest so squeeze his cheeks firmer. "They'll love you as much as I do, okay?" If it sounds like a threat, I assure you, yes it's more effective to get him to think less about himself as the worst person that you fell in love with and you're doing a great job into bullying him into being less nervous.

Now that he's less nervous, he'll be able to think more clearer.

💚 Batman the animated series

Oh, Mister Casanova right here has got it in the bag, don't worry darling, he'll have your parents swept off their feet in no time! He'll make them wish he were already in your family as their son-in-law-- wait, too early? Well, not to him that is. Bold of you to assume he doesn't have a velvet box of rings always in his pocket ready for the perfect opportunity to propose but you didn't head that from me.

First of all, his heart is squeezed! He is delighted to meet them! After this now he can easily ask for your parents blessing for a wedding! But that's just him getting ahead of himself, he really is excited to meet them! Though a touch nervous, but excited nonetheless!

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #young justice riddler #young justice riddler x reader #btas riddler #btas riddler x reader #gotham edward nygma #gotham edward nygma x reader #arkhamverse riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler #yulyymr

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hymnoire · 5 months

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♣ + gaya and mikoto!

The Ice Princess of Politics and Socialite, Miss Kang Gaya, and the most eligible bachelor of Seoul's Elite, Dr. Jung Mikoto. The It couple everyone has been talking about.

A power couple : cheabols and old money. Be it in business or when it comes to social matters, they have and are everyone desires to have and be. Gaya is known to be cold but now with Mikoto, a different side of her is seen. Perhaps Mikoto is the only one able to bring this more feminine, easy going and joyful self of hers that little were aware existed. People say it's always a pleasure to spend time with the both of them, for a masquerade ball, a gallery opening or an inauguration, it's impossible for them not to shine wherever they go.

Send me ♣ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

Who is the better dancer?

They both learned how to dance when they were debutants, their waltz is elegant and flawless. When the gathering s less official however, Mikoto has better moves and more ease on the dancefloor, he teaches Gaya how to let go, dance more freely and have fun like nobody is watching when they're dancing together.

Who likes the outdoors more and who likes the indoors more?

Mikoto likes the outdoors more, Gaya enjoys the indoors.

Who’s a cat person and who’s a dog person?

They are both a dog person. Especially big dogs of noble breeds, large dogs who would scare anybody stepping a little too close.

Who’s more social?

They both are social due to their status and obligations. However Mikoto is naturally more at ease, he often joins Gaya's conversations during their social gatherings to make the exchanges more comfortable for her to navigate with his natural charms and sense of humor. "God they were sooo boring. Offing myself from the room sounded better than lasting 5 more minutes in this." Gaya would complain once they're finally alone together. "Trust me I know, that's why I came to the rescue." He would tell her, and she would smile.

Who makes the bed every morning?

None. They have the help and the housekeepers to take care of that kind of things.

Who likes to keep the house cold and who likes to keep the house warm?

None of them is that sensitive to the cold. However when sick, Gaya denies at all cost that she Is sick and keeps on complaining : "Ugh, I'm so cold. Why is this house so damn cold." She woulf say again annd again. "Well that's because you're sick. You're more sensitive to the cold." He says. "Me? Please. I can't get sick, go and ask my doctor." She says. "I'm your doctor. Come on, let's get you warm." He would say.

Who takes longer getting ready?

They get ready together. Gaya's team always insist on assigning her a stylist to help with the choice of her outfits for public appearances : she refuses. However she always asks for Mikoto advice as they're home getting ready, "Which dress do you like on me more? The Yves Saint Laurent or the Valentino?"

Who likes scary movies and who likes funny ones?

Mikoto enjoys the funny movies a little more as they lead to a nice cozy evening - While Gaya likes the scary ones. In fact, the scary ones are hilarious to her, she looks down on the characters being This stupid for dying this fast and comments in detail to Mikoto on how she would have procedeed if she was the killer. Like any sociopath girlfriend would do.

Who screams when they see a bug and who ends up killing it?

None of them scream. Gaya kills her own bugs.

Who is more technology challenged?

None. They are both at ease with technology, they grew up with it and rely on it enough.

Who would be more likely to burn something in the oven?

Gaya is more likely to burn it all down by accident. Mikoto knows how to cook and he cooks pretty well. Gaya likes it a lot when he's cooking, she tries to help but she's a catastrophe in the kitchen. "You know what... just, chop the onions and I will take care of everything else." He tells her.

Who talks in their sleep?

Mikoto talks in his sleep and Gaya listens closely in case he says something she can tease him about but it often is gibberish.

Who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

None of them. Both are clean and organized.

Who likes getting dressed up more?

Mikoto is dashing, elegant, he likes getting dressed up and put care in his looks and outfits, like any handsome modern man would. Gaya too, but she mostly likes it because they get dressed up together and chat when doing so.

Who’s better at tying ties?

Mikoto knows how to tie his own ties but Gaya insists on doing it for him. Therefore when they are getting ready, he naturally lets her taking care of it.

Who recorded the answering machine message on the house phone?

Gaya took care of it. Mikoto listened to it and it made him laugh on how Cold she sounded so he re-recorded a better version. She's upset when she finds out he did that but he can't stop laughing on how awful hers was. She ends up admitting he's right. "Alright, Fine, I suck at this kind of things... I said fiiiine, stop laughing.. "

Who’s better at planning romantic things?

Mikoto is better at planning romantic things. Gaya is always beyond happy when he does.

Who takes up more space in the closet?

Gaya receives countless of lady suits and dresses from haute couture brands so the closets of her dressing rooms are full. Especially with Yves Saint Laurent that has been officially chosen to dress up the heiress for most of her public appearances.

Who has more of a sweet tooth?

Gaya has a sweet tooth but she tries to control herself and not eat too much of that. She can hardly control herself when they drank a little too much though - she craves cake.

Who drinks more often?

They both drink often as they often celebrate or often have business dinners.

Who is most likely to laugh during a serious situation?

Mikoto is more likely to laugh. Which causes Gaya to laugh as well. They then cannot stop laughing and try to behave themselves as they have a Repuation to Hold, but if one starts laughing again, the other cannot help but to mirror.

#龍 : 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚. / the heiress.#THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING #I took a little bit of freedom with the hcs hahaha i hope you dont mind I portrayed it as the way I would picture them as a ship #Anyways they look hot #I picture Mikoto as the perfect gentleman dripping of RIZZZ when in a rs !#As for Gaya she's difficult but with Mikoto she would relax and be less of a tsun hehehe

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Ch.2 | Be Careful Little Lies

" YOU EVER GET TIRED OF BEING SPRUNG, DUDE "

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"Go to school, Eddie!" You shouted into the phone before hanging up. Taking a moment, you laugh at the excitement that lingered. He'd called four times this morning. No more long distance fees.

"If only he knew just how close you actually are." You thought heading for the kitchen. There in stood Lenard, eyes wide and jittery, you snicker from your chair, "rough night, Len?" You asked him.

Lenard tossed you a halfhearted glare, "I heard several things go bump in the night. We may need to get a dog." He said, raising the coffee cup to his mouth, "a big mean ugly one." Lenard added, taking a sip.

You giggled lightly, "You're plenty scary enough." you teased. "Only when I don't get my 8 hours and Sunday appointment. Which may be a problem." a light frown fell across his face, "I love me a small town with charm, but I don't think I can find a good spa or salon here." He sighed.

"Nope, but I saw plenty in Indianapolis, it's not far." You said. Lenard smiled at you carefully, "it's far enough. I can't trust you to be on your own for too long, you like to get yourself in trouble." he said.

You side glanced, being your nurse was personal for Lenard, you were his best friend's daughter. Her only daughter and she was his only friend. "I'd behave long enough, besides soon enough I'll have someone to hang out with, probably. I'll be ok." You said.

Lenard however shrugged, "I'd still rather be near." He hummed.

"Worry wort." you teased.

The doorbell echoed through the house in a warped chime. "Oh hell no, we've got to fix that first." Lenard gasped, covering his mouth. "Yeah, no that's, that's scary." You exhaled.

Lenard turn his head to look at you with a less than amused gaze, "I bet my last penny that it's someone from the estate." He said.

"Yeah? I see you that penny and raise my last dollar that, whoever it is, is just as weird as Marcus was." You murmured, wheeling behind Lenard to the door.

Eddie released a sigh of frustration as he looked down at his note paper. What was meant to be notes of the equation quickly turned into doodles again. Prancer the healer was a feature, as well as a knight and together with the Bard they had begun an adventure. Small doodles showed the journey from a dungeon to a tavern.

"You're doing it again." Eddie thought to himself.

Chrissy lifted her hand, cutting off the teacher from her lesson. "yes, Chrissy?" she asked. "May I be excused?" Chrissy asked, The teacher simply nodded towards the bathroom passes and Chrissy was quick to stand and leave her desk.

Having been late for class, Eddie was stuck with a middle row seat. He scrambled to cover his paper as Chrissy passed his desk. Holding his breath as he hoped she didn't take notice. However, she stole a glance behind her on the way out. "She didn't...." Eddie thought, biting his lip, "would be about my luck, never notice me until the one time I need her not too." Eddie thought in a sigh.

"Man," Paul said with a shake of his head, in his hands he held a pile of notes Eddie passed around to his friends. "They're all covered in these little things." Jeff said, looking over the plethora of doodles.

Eddie's mouth rested against his fist as he watched the notes go from person to person. "Who's the knight?" Gareth asked. "Nobody, just filler." Eddie said quickly. "You spent a lot of time on his details for just filler." Gareth murmured.

Reaching out quickly, Eddie snatched his notes away. "Give 'em back!" He called. Paul's gaze on Eddie was as dry as his words, "you ever get tired of being sprung, dude?" He asked him. Eddie's cheeks began to heat up as his eyes narrowed at Paul. "Do you have to say it like that?" Eddie asked.

"Can't even deny it." Jeff laughed.

Eddie side glanced, "It helps me not think about the fact that, I've got a matter of days before I possibly get Y/n mad at me for misrepresenting myself." he murmured.

"You're being a little dramatic." said Jeff.

"Just tell her why you did it." Gareth said.

Paul's brows raised high on his forehead, "You've been pinpals for how long now?" He asked Eddie. "Years" Gareth answered, "at most, she'll get a little pissed. It's not friendship breaking." he added.

"As long as you're open and honest with her about why you did it." Jeff added.

"Yeah, not gonna happen. Not helpful." Eddie said.

The three guys sighed, "and why?" Gareth asked. Eddie picked around at his small bag of chips, to avoid the eyes of his friends. "It's embarrassing." Eddie muttered.

"A little, but you know what's worse?" Paul asked, "having to come up with dozens of excuses of why we aren't on tour or why she's never seen an album in the store." he said.

"It's not that big of a lie. We don't have an album in stores yet....at least not outside of Hawkins and a few demos being pushed by local radio stations....and a few concerts at nearby bars." Eddie said.

The three guys looked at Eddie, silently blinking. "We barely have an audience at the hideout." said Jeff. "Oh, this will be a disaster." Gareth laughed. "Not funny, Gareth." Eddie shot.

"It's a little funny." Paul admitted.

The rep from the Estate left it had taken hours, and you were no less confused as you peered down at the multiple stack of papers and forms before you at the dinning room table.

Lenard held a frown as he set down one of the many documents. "I don't understand any of this. You may need to contact your father and ask for a lawyer." He said.

Your gaze shifted to look out the window into the shaded woods outside, "it would be nice, if I knew where he was and his new contact information. He hasn't told me where he's gone." You sighed.

"Try his last hotel?" Lenard asked. You shook your head, "new tenant to the room already." You explained.

Lenard's brows knitted together, He didn't like the sound of that. But he would remain quiet about his worries for now.

You looked down at the papers, your heart feeling heavy, and Lenard could see the sadness in your eyes. "I know just what we need, They said they left us a car outside, right? How about we run to the store, grab some stuff. I'll make that pasta you like, and we'll pick up some movies. We can gorge and sulk and laugh or cry at the movies." Lenard offered.

"You'll start school soon, and Dr. Brenner will be sending a college to stop by and give you a check-up beforehand. The Estate will be moving Hasufel and Morning Glory's Dawn they should arrive within a couple of days. There's a lot to handle, might as well try and relax while we can." Lenard reasoned.

You gave a nod and smiled, "sounds nice."

Lenard pleased with himself smiled wide, "as I always say, why stress when you can rest?" He said. Your brow dipped down, and you backed your wheelchair away from the table, "I thought it was why weep when you can sleep?" you asked him.

Lenard chuckled quietly, "honey, that's only when he turns out to be straight or married." He said coyly. You grinned, "and when I'm all out of shrimp cocktails and gin." Lenard added.

"Now go get your jacket, we're going on a field trip to see what the towns like." Lenard picked up a document and re-read it quickly, "and to see if we can find any of these properties dear old grandma left you."

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You looked out the window, it was a day that felt more like winter than fall, and the town was sleepy. Still, you had to admit even on a gray wintry day it carried a lot of charm with it. "Why would a one hundred and one year old woman own an arcade?" You asked as you passed the street address for one of the many property locations you inherited.

"It likely wasn't an arcade back then, she owns the land it's sitting on, not the building itself." Lenard reasoned. "But be glad they lay a lease, that's going to be funding your school supplies."

As the two of you took laps around Main St. your stomach soured, "I've got to explain to my only friend why've lied to him and that I own half the town now? Eddie thinks all richies are snobs." You thought, laughing quietly, "except Harrington, apparently who is the snob that's an exception somehow."

As you pass an auto body shop, you spot an unforgettable face, even with his hair tied back. "Damn it!" you whimper, slipping down into your seat quickly, so that only your eyes may peer out the window.

Your body protested, as it was not a comfortable or convenient position on a good day, let alone a bad one.

"What are you doing back there?" Lenard asked, checking the rearview mirror.

"I saw Eddie." You whispered.

"He can't hear you in here, sweetie." Lenard chuckled. "But why are we hiding from Eddie-Teddy?" Lenard asked. "You still call him that?" You asked.

"mmhm, now answer me, you're not slick." Lenard continued to push. You sighed heavily, "I still haven't told him we've moved here. I told him we moved to Muncie, the next town over." You confessed.

Lenard sat in silence for a moment before he spoke slowly and carefully, "Y/n, this town is small, he is going to see you." He said.

"Eddie hasn't seen me since that Christmas card in the 5th grade. I look a little different now in my face, a lot different in my body. It's enough to just 'resemble' myself." You reasoned.

"You'll share a school, probably some classes. People recognize voices." said Lenard, you could hear the amusement in his voice.

You raised your pitch to something that fluttered sweetly but was quiet, "not if I talk like this." You said. Lenard burst into laughter, "Hun, you talk like that for too long, and you'll break your voice box." He warned.

"It's the voice I used in community theater when I did the narrator for the peter pan play." You said, "That was two shows an hour for three hours a day every Friday through Saturday for a month." You said with a shrug, "I was ok in the end. I just need to buy time to tell Eddie in a way that he won't be mad at me."

"And you didn't do this in the first place because?" Lenard asked.

You fell silent, and Lenard's smile fell away from his face as he checked the mirror. "Y/n?" he questioned. You heaved a sigh, "because in our letters and phone calls he was always so impressed with my sportsman life. My obsession with eventing, training, love for the great outdoors. It's formed how he sees me, he sees me the way I am, not the way my body is now trying to force me to be."

You looked down at your hands as you fiddled with your fingers, "all my more recent photos have my lofstrands, rollator, or chair in them. I don't want him to see me the way everyone else does. I'm fine with my gear, It keeps me going - It's the opinions people make up about me the moment they see them." You said.

"I don't want my only friend to start to see me through their eyes. So I've avoided pictures. Which he's been surprisingly cool about." You sighed.

"Honey, if his opinion were to change, he's an asshole who was never really a friend." Lenard said, trying to mask the break in his voice as he batted tears away with his eyelashes.

"The boy isn't like that anyway, not little Eddie-Teddy." He said. "He'd be over the moon to know you were here, and could careless that things have changed for you." Lenard reasoned with a smile.

You frowned, "Eddie and his band are locally famous, I'm sure he has fans and gigs, He'd think it was too hard for me to keep up with that lifestyle, and I'd get left behind eventually." you murmured.

"You keep up with me, you can handle being band bestie," Lenard cleared his throat and mumbled, "even if we all know bestie isn't the word I want to use."

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, but as I said. If that's how his mind changes, screw him." said Lenard. "I don't know what I'd do without...." You caught the smirk on Lenard's face through the mirror, "Stop it Len, I mean it platonically!" you shouted.

"I bet you think you do." He teased.

"I mean it!" you snapped.

"Uh huh, but why're you still sunken down like that, that's not healthy." Lenard said. "B-because I'm stuck." you admitted. "What!" Lenard pulled the car over to the curb and parked, getting out to help you back into your seat.

Back tracking down Main St. Lenard left you to get the movies while He explored the local flower shop.

" So there I was being actually pretty dang charming, for once, and then Hinkley shot a spit wad meant for Kendrick at the side of my face," Robin explained followed after by an anguished groan, "Ooou, yeah that killed all game, but I'm sure Vicki will forget about it." Steve said with a shrug.

"I really doubt it, it was huge, I have no clue why Hinkley thought that thing would fly past me and two others." Robin sulked. "Hinkley's always had bad aim, you should see the boys bathrooms." Steve muttered.

Robins eyes wandered to the new customer approaching the doors. "Hey, go help her get it." She said. Steve's ears perked, and he looked over his shoulder, "oh shit, right." he said, leaving the counter to head for the door, but as he did so the door opened.

You wheeled yourself in and looked around, "wow bigger place than what I expected." you thought. "Welcome to Family Video!" A girl chimed from behind the counter, she offered you a bright smile. "Yeah, let us know if you need anything. There's currently a discount on animated films." said the guy.

"Thank you." You answered simply, as casually as you could muster. But your heart hammered away in your chest and your palms became damp as they tried to grip your wheels.

"Note to self, rent a lot of movies, the staff are cute." You thought to yourself, "severely cute."

Robin waited until their customer was out of sight before wacking Steve's shoulder. "I've never seen her here before." Robin whispered. "Probably visiting family, we've gotten a lot of those after Star Court and all those funerals." Steve said, leaning onto the counter and opening a bag of M&Ms.

"How are you not all over her? You hound any girl who comes in here?" Robin asked, her hand gesturing to the direction the customer went, "She's cute." she added. Steve side glanced, He didn't want to come off as shallow, and it sounded silly to even himself, but, "S-she... I mean," he stammered.

Robin gave him a flat gaze, "you're an ass, dingus." she said. "I'm not, trying to be" Steve hissed quietly, "I-I just don't know how to work my magic under certain circumstances." He stammered. "It's no different." Robin sighed. Steve rubbed the back of his neck, "I mean, I can give it a try, sure. But she's visiting, right? I'm not for long distance." he said.

"Uh, hello? We don't know that she's visiting. That's what small talk at the check-out counter is for." Robin advised.

"I think six movies is more than enough, Superman III, Flash dance, and Breathless for Lenard" You said, grabbing the final ones and heading for the counter.

Wheeling closer, you could see the two employee's talking, you were nervous all over again. Looking down at your lap and then over to a shelf of movies, you bit your lip, "we could do with a seventh movie." You thought.

Rolling over to the shelf, you looked up to the top of it, "I can't believe you're doing this. But Eddie and Len always say you need to put yourself out there...right?" You thought.

Looking over your shoulder, you tried to flag down the two of them. "Excuse me?" You called out. "I'm sorry, would anyone mind reaching this one up top for me?" You asked.

"You do it," Steve urged Robin, "it's your chance." Robin pushed, "no, we agreed I'm making small talk at the counter." said Steve. With a hard roll of her eyes, Robin placed on a smile and made her way over.

"Sure, which one you want?" the girl asked you. You stole a glance at her name tag, "um, The Sword and the Sorcerer, please." You said. Robin reached up and plucked the movie down for you, "here you go." She said, "thank you." you replied, heading back for the counter.

Robin made herself a ghost, heading for the stockroom, closing the door enough to peek outside.

"Find everything ok?" The guy at the counter asked you as he rang up your movies. "Yeah, this place is well organized." You said, mentally kicking yourself at how awkward it felt.

"We try," He said, his eyes fell on the last movie in his hands, "the Outsiders, huh?" He asked you. "Every girl who comes in this place and gets this has a favorite." He said with an amused smile, a smile that made your chest flutter inside.

"So which is yours?" He asked. "Two-bit, Sodapop and St-" You nearly choke on your words as a smirk replaced his smile and his brow lifted high. His finger lightly tapped his name tag, "-eve" you peeped.

Steve chuckled, "That's exactly why I like asking." he confessed.

"You're awful." You teased, he smiled once more and packed your movies into a bag. "Yeah, well, I'll tell you what, I'll say sorry with a free candy bar." He hummed, tossing the candy inside one of the bags.

Steve eyed you up and down subtly, "she is cute." he thought, passing your bags to you as he finished ringing up or movies. "Remember there is a two-day grace period on late movies and then the free is a dollar a day." Steve said.

"Gotcha, thank you, have a nice day." You called, backing your chair away. "I um...let me get the door for you." Steve offered. You smirked, "thank you, but I've got it." you said.

On the way to the door, Lenard arrived and swung it open. "You ready to go?" He asked you. You gave a nod, Lenard's eyes wandered up two the two employees. "You sure about that?" He asked quietly, in a mild tease. "Let's go, Len." you demanded, rolling past him and out the door.

"You should have stayed, the store had a pretty view." Lenard nearly giggled. "Yeah, well," you muttered, causing Lenard to laugh some more.

"So, is she new or visiting?" Robin asked Steve as she retuned to the counter. Steve hid his eyes in his hand, "damn it, I forgot to ask." he groaned. "You forgot?" Robin asked, wide-eyed.

"Yeah, well, she had a smile that could do that." said Steve. "And she had The Outsiders, so I had to ask my question." He explained. "Oh god, that's the worst pickup you've got." Robin sighed.

Steve made a face and flapped his hand open and closed like a mouth while Robin talked. She crossed her arms and shook her head, "you're hopeless." She sighed. "Then that makes tow of us, doesn't it?" said Steve.

As he walked away, he pointed at Robin, "I'll have you know, I think she liked my worst pickup." Steve shot with a triumphant grin. "Great, now you better hope she's not leaving town soon." Robin called after him.

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Having changed out of his dirty work clothes, Eddie arrived at home. Chomping on a ham and cheese sandwich, he headed for his room. Most of his worries were knocked away while at Thatcher's. It gave him time to clear his head. "But you still don't know how to get out of this hole you dug. Maybe Gareth is right." Eddie thought, taking a seat at his vanity.

With his free hand, Eddie shifted the pile of clutter around to make a clear space and pulled out his planning journal and pen. He needed to finish up the event plot for next week's game night. The campaign was going well, and he wanted to end it with a bag before winter break.

Cracking open the journal, Eddie's hands flew into his hair as he eyes scanned over the page littered in doodles. "Alright, you've got a bit of a problem." He exhaled. The Healer, The Knight, The Elf and The Bard were everywhere on a page that held no words.

Eddie blushed embarrassed for himself, "I'm so glad no one ever sees this thing." he murmured, eyes trained on a doodle of The Healer and The Elf, no mater how cutesy the art style was, what they were doing, as less than 'cute'.

Eddie bit his lip, and quickly tore the page out, getting to his feet he walked to his end table and stuffed the drawing into the drawer. "Not going to be able to focus with that around." he said, returning to his chair.

After a while of writing, Eddie laughed at himself, "they guys are going to hate me for this." He mused. "Two light weight boss battles and my own problems made a feature in the plot."

Eddie shut his journal and shrugged, "mm, at least they'll get good loot if they win." he hummed. Standing up, he grabbed his acoustic and started to play. Watching his phone as he strummed, Eddie paused to check his watch.

It was well past time for his daily call with Y/n. "Maybe it's one of those bad days, and she turned in early." He thought, but it didn't help the unease. She tried to hide it from him, but Eddie was well are the illness was getting worse. More check-ups, stronger doses, new meds, cocktail switch ups.

Sometimes he could hear it in her voice over the phone.

"Calling cheers her up." He told himself as he reached for the phone.

"I got it!" You called out, scooting swiftly through the old house to the phone. You pulled to a stop with a hint of pride on your face, You were damn good at navigating your chair.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Are you feeling ok?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, better than this morning, a little achy but - why do you sound like that?" You questioned. Eddie sighed into the phone.

"Because it's an hour past when we usually call. I thought maybe you weren't feeling too well. You said you were having a hard week." He said.

"I'm sorry, I just got back from exploring the town with Lenard. There's got to be something in this town's water," You said.

Eddie lifted his head a little in curiosity, "something in the water?" He chuckled, "You make it sound like The Hills Have Eyes. I've been through Muncie, it's fine." He said.

"Oh, I didn't mean that in a bad way." You said. Eddie read the tone in your voice, "You mean that in a 'I saw a lot of hot people' kinda way, right?" he asked. Eddie's voice became dryer.

"Maybe." You hummed.

"Out with it, dweeb. You don't do coy." Eddie said playfully.

"Ok, so Len and I are going to have a movie marathon, and I went to the video store, and both workers there we insanely cute." You explained. "Both of them? Lucky you." Eddie teased.

"Look, I don't get out often. Cute employees at a place I'll probably be all the time is a real win for me." you said.

"Well, so what happened?" asked Eddie. You couldn't fight the smile on your face, "The guy, he flirted at me -"

"With you, Y/n. He flirted with you." Eddie corrected.

"No, I do mean at me, 'with' implies I was composed enough to flirt back." you said. You could hear Eddie's laughter, though he tried to keep it quiet.

"It's not funny, I'm serious." You murmured.

"I know that's why it's funny." He said.

"Yeah, well, I've got to return these movies soon. What do I do?" You asked him.

Eddie leaned back in his chair and gave his guitar a strum, "Nothing." He said simply. You squinted at the phone before pressing it back to your ear, "nothing?" You asked.

Eddie shrugged one shoulder, "Yeah, You're a dweeb, but you're an adorable one. You don't have to try, just, talk to them. I give it under a week. One or both will be hooked." Eddie said, a slight frown on his face.

His words made heat rise to your face, but you could hear a sigh in his voice. "Are you tired? Long day at work?" You asked him.

"No, I'm fine." Eddie said, mentally cursing himself. "You idiot, sound happier." his mind scolded. "Maybe a little tired." he said quickly.

"Do you want to hang up?" You asked him.

Eddie adjusted the phone between his ear and shoulder and continued to play his guitar. "Nope. Just finished plotting the party's next adventure. I'm up." He said.

The sound of music faintly reached through the line, and you smiled. "What are you playing?" You asked him.

With a grin, Eddie played a little louder, if there was one way he knew he could impress you, it was with something a simple as letting you listen to him play. "Wish it worked like that on everyone." Eddie thought.

"Guess." He said to you.

You trained your ears on the sound and closed your eyes. "That's, nothing you listen to." you said. "You're right, it's not." said Eddie. "But you know it, it's a little old." He said.

Listening intently, nothing is coming to you. "I'm going to have to give up." You caved, "aw, that's no fun. Come on, not yet. Think back, like, years ago and remember." Eddie urged. He played a touch louder, starting from the beginning once more, it was only the chorus, but he'd looped through it.

Slowly, you started to hum as the tune came back to you, and you giggled. " Goodness knows, you're my honeysuckle rose" You sang. Eddie smiled at your little laughter, "oh god, that's the song your mom taught you when we went through that weird phase." You said.

Eddie chuckled dryly, "heh, yeah that weird phase, that was horrible wasn't it?" He said, playing along, though he could feel his palms sweating. "Please sound normal." his mind pleaded.

"I guess it was kind of cute, leave it to a pair of twelve-year-olds to blur the line of friends and crushes." You said.

Eddie bit his lip and fell silent, as he quietly played the song. Only barely drawing sound from the string. "Yeah, totally glad we grew to know better. It could have ended poorly." he said as playfully as he could manage.

"To be fair, I still have that cheesy Valentine's Day card you sent me. I plan on showing all my future god children how sappy their heavy metal dad was." You teased.

Eddie's eyes narrowed, "you're a cruel woman." he said. "I'm sweet as a button." You shot back.

"Cute as a button." Eddie corrected. "I meant like the candy." You said. "There's a candy?" Eddie asked. "Yeah. How do you not know this?" You asked.

"My mom wasn't a semi-famous chef." Eddie chuckled.

"Get off the phone with your totally not boyfriend and help me carry this food into the living room!" Eddie heard Lenard shout in the background.

"Ugh, sometimes he forgets he's a care taker." You joked.

"I'll let you go, I should probably be practicing the song set anyway." Eddie said. "Alright, goodnight." You said.

"Goodnight, and you know to call me if you start feeling bad and need a distraction, right?" Eddie offered, he then spoke with a smile in his words, "Because last time you didn't and Lenard told on you." Eddie chuckled.

"Snitch." You mumbled.

"I'm his favorite child." Eddie boasted. "So say you will."

"I will." You sighed. "You promise?" Eddie asked.

"yep."

"That hardly sounds honest. Say it like you mean it." Eddie pressed.

" It like you mean it." You snickered.

Eddie sighed, "you know what? Goodnight, smart ass." he snapped dryly.

"Ok, ok, I promise. No mad goodbyes. House rule number three." You said quickly. Eddie scoffed but smiled, "now you care about the house rules?" He said, be wanted to be difficult, but the fondness lingered in his words.

"I mean when they work in my favor..." You lulled.

"You just call me if you need bad time company." He said.

"I will." You replied.

"Y/n! If I drop the risotto, it's on you!" Lenard snapped.

"Got to go, night!" You called quickly before hanging up.

Eddie sat in his room, laughed silently as he shook his head. "It will be nice to visit them for once." Eddie thought as he hung up the phone. "So yeah, the moment you see her, you tell her the truth and why you're dumbass lied in the first place." He sighed.

"So did you tell the boy?" Lenard asked as he followed you into the living room. You took the warm casserole dish off of your lap and set it onto the coffee table. "No," You murmured, trying to push back the guilt with the savory scent of the dinner.

"O be careful little lies what you speak," Lenard sang. You frowned, "You remember your mother used to sing you that." He hummed. "Yeah." you sighed.

"You don't lie to people you care about. Remember that, the sooner you fess up, the less damage is done." Lenard said.

"Yes, Mother." You teased, trying to lighten your mood. Lenard shook his head, "You're hopeless," He sighed.

"Makes two of us, doesn't it? You haven't called Richard in a week, I've noticed!" you shot. "Because his name is Richard, a Lenard can't date a Richard that sounds ridiculous!" Lenard exclaimed.

He teetered his head from side to side and sighed, "he was sweet though, maybe I should call. Can always call him Dick." Lenard mused.

"I... That's one way to look at it." you said, reaching for the movies, you let your hand hover over them. "Which one first?" you asked.

"Seriously? Do you remember who you're talking to?" Lenard asked flatly. You shrugged and took the VHS case in your hands, "Superman it is, silly me for thinking it could be anything else." You hummed.

Lenard laughed and took a seat on the couch, "You're forgiven," he sang playfully.

"I made pasta for days, eat it all up. Because by the time the boxes arrive and the unpacking begins, we're gonna need all of this fuel." Lenard added, watching you go, pop the movie into the player.

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