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svthub · 9 months

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welcome to the disco! choose your partner for a whirl around the dance floor to the grooviest tracks today. get funky as you boogie the night away.

This collab will contain a combination of SFW and NSFW works. See each individual fic for tags and warnings.

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dancing queen ~*~ @duhnova

[NSFW] smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst ~*~ disco club owner!choi seungcheol x performer!reader (fem)

the stage is where you felt the most comfortable, letting go and singing for everyone that would sit and listen. but it was hard making a living in america, every corner you turned there was trouble waiting for you because you were too comfortable with your sexuality for the public’s liking. so when you stepped off the ship that took you to your new life in paris, you were surprised to collide with a disco club owner who was in a similar boat as you.

every summertime ~*~ @lovelyhan

[NSFW] smut ~*~ jeonghan x reader

you're not really interested in the run-down record shop back in your hometown. but people aren't oblivious to the way you keep trying to get into the owner's pants—not even the owner himself.

curse the stars ~*~ @shuadotcom

[NSFW] smut, fluff, strangers to lovers au, 70s au~*~ salesman!joshua x starlet afab!reader

meeting someone at the disco to take home for the night is customary for you, especially in your line of work. but meeting this man on this night at this disco feels more like fate as joshua becomes much more than just your routine one night stand.

do re mi ~*~ @onlymingyus

[NSFW] fluff, smut~*~ junhui x wife!reader

synopsis: you were from different worlds. he was responsible, frugal, and sensible. you were a child of the times, a free spirit. the house had problems and it was small, but at the end of the day it was home…you were home.

with the band ~*~ @the-boy-meets-evil

[NSFW] band!au, smut, angst ~*~ drummer!soonyoung x journalist!reader (afab)

you’re fresh out of college with big dreams about changing the world with your words on a page. the last thing you expect is to end up covering a tour and you certainly don’t expect to fight falling for the drummer. what happens on tour, stays on tour, right?

rogue ~*~ @smileysuh

[NSFW] strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut ~*~ wonwoo x afab reader

“lay back,” he instructs next. “I’m going to take your panties off.” your heart races in your chest as you realize what he’s about to do, and you fall onto your elbows on the hood of his car, breathing heavily as wonwoo leans down and begins to press kisses up your bare legs. his fingers hook in your panties, and he drags them down, exposing your hot core to the cool evening air. You can’t help the gasp that leaves you, and as wonwoo positions your thighs over his broad shoulders, you think you might actually faint from the tension.

all about that bass ~*~ @angelwoozi

[NSFW] fluff, smut, band!au, neighbour au ~*~ bassist!jihoon x reader (afab)

the first time you meet your neighbour, it's when he is rolling up to his driveway for the first time, the cheapest skates with him. after that, you always try to get a peek of him when you hear his door slam, because oh my my he is so cute. little did you know that your cute neighbour can also work a crowd like he owns it, all with his bass and his presence.

manhattan sunrise ~*~ @seokgyuu

[NSFW] detective!au, criminal minds! au, crime, exes to lovers, angst, smut ~*~ detective!seokmin x fbiagent!reader

lee seokmin is a very successful and admired detective in the NYPD. pp until now he has had no trouble catching the bad guys. but when an especially horrific serial killer starts roaming the streets of new york city and he faces perplexity for the first time in his career - his superiors send a unit from the FBI trained to profile serial killers, which contains none other than you - seokmin’s high school sweetheart.

tight laced ~*~ @drunk-on-dk

[NSFW] fluff, smut, roller rink au ~*~ shop clerk!mingyu x afab!reader

it was kim mingyu who sold you your first pair of roller skates. regardless of the fact you were born with two left feet, a tired student, and were running low on funds, the charming clerk somehow convinced you it would be worth every penny. maybe it would be worth it to join your friends for midnight skates rather than being cooped up studying on weekends. however, the main selling point? skating lessons were included

darling i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream • @dkakapizzaboy

[NSFW] crime, mystery, suggestive ~*~ conman! minghao x fem! reader

minghao has had a pretty easy life…partly due to his sharp looks, but mostly due to his even sharper mind. his day job, you ask? oh, just your average little joe conning wealthy women out of thousands of dollars …until he meets you.

aretha franklin and otis redding ~*~ @wonwussy

[SFW] angst, fluff ~*~ seungkwan

your brother had been labeled mia soon after he left for the war. three years later, the war has ended, and you know he's not coming home. maybe this stranger can help you find a little peace.

remember when ~*~ @multi-kpop-fanfics

[NSFW] fluff, comedy, angst, suggestive, childhood friends to lovers to exes to friends ~*~ vernon x fem!reader

growing up in the suburbs of athens during the seventies was turbulent to say the least - but is it turbulent enough to break the backyard trio friendship? only time could tell.

mood rings, drive thru theaters, and the latest issue of tiger beat ~*~ @bitchlessdino

[NSFW] angst, smut, fluff ~*~ lee chan x college student!reader (afab)

when you fall in love, it can feel like you’ll be with that person forever, that there isn’t another being in the world you rather be with. This case is just as heavy in your youth, tutoring a boy you’ve only ever walked circles around, while you wear a mood ring from his parents souvenir shop so you could feel closer to him. When it happens, you don’t expect things to crash harder than the way they do.

#svthub #svthub.collab #70s;teen #svthub: masterlist

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angeldiarybook · 4 months

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Dating Tim laflour head cannons

-meeting each other through Darryl since you had a class with Darryl which lead you to meeting Tim

-begging him to watch early 2000s movies with you (him agreeing because he loves you too much to say no)

-buying a bunch of junk food on movie nights

-watching hockey games with him

-always going to his hockey games or even just going to see him practice

-you calming him down when he gets way too rough during his hockey matches (because you don’t want him getting hurt/injured)

-you guys being each other comfort person

-being each other emotional and physically support

-him doing acts of service to show his love (etc.words of affirmation,physical touch,quality time basically all the the love languages)

-him taking you to go ice skating as a date as you guys hold hand And if you don’t know how to skate (Idk how to either 💀)he holds onto you guiding you through the ice rink

-Roller skating through campus while cleaning up trash for community service together with Darryl (I also don’t know how to roller skate😭😔)

-him being little spoon all of the time (even if he’s literally a giant)

-having a key necklace to match with his lock chain/necklace

-wearing his hockey jersey or his misfits shirts to sleep

-him letting you wear his bracelets / accessories that he has

-stealing his beanies

-you and him getting matching star tattoos right above your guys waist

-helping with his poetry

-him bringing the best out of you

-always giving him compliments on his style

-him getting flustered and giving you checkt smiles

-calling him “babe”, “Timmy” ,and “Love”

-playfully smacking him when he calls you “Dog/Dawg”

-always defending Tim because he’s too much of a sweetheart to argue also because he doesn’t like getting yelled at

-him being one of the most caring persons you’ll ever meet

-him having so much love for you

-taking naps at his apartment after classes

-admiring his piercings on his face when he’s taking naps on you as you run your fingers through his hair

-you and Tim always teasing Darryl

Note/rant:I love senseless especially because it has Marlon Wayan and Matthew Lillard 😭 I just love any Wayan brothers movies (especially white chicks) and I love anything that has Matthew in it. He just brings me so much comfort.Tim definitely has to be my favorite roles that Matthew plays

#tim laflour #tim laflour x reader #senseless 1998 #matthew lillard #stu matcher x you #stu macher #stu matcher x reader #stu matcher imagine #Tim laflour seness #Tim laflour x you

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kardemuum · 2 days

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Roller rink

Reader (fem) finds Eddie very interesting at the roller rink! (slight sexual tension)

The roller rink buzzed with energy, pulsing with the beat of the music and the whizzing of skates. Among the colorful crowd, a girl breezed around the rink with skill and confidence, her eyes darting around, taking in the scene.

In a booth, a group of guys huddled together, chatting and laughing. Her attention zeroed in on one of them – a laid-back guy with a friendly grin and long curly hair.

As she breezed by, she couldn't resist stealing glances at him, her heart quickening with each playful exchange. She grooved to the music, shooting him flirty looks as she passed by with a smooth sway. Her roller skating was so effortless, it seemed like she was floating above the ground.

As he watched her, a shock of surprise flashed across his face. He nudged his friend, his eyes widening in disbelief, silently asking, "Are you seeing this?".

She circled the rink another time, observing his puzzled expression. With a mischievous grin, she locked eyes with him once more. He widened his eyes in disbelief and mouthed, "Me?". Slowing down as she approached the booth where the curly-haired boy sat, she couldn't help but bite her lip, a playful smile dancing on her lips. With a nod, she confirmed his unspoken question, sending a rush of excitement through the curly boy.

As she swayed to the music and glided around the rink, preparing to steal another glance at the boy, she realized he had vanished. Frantically looking around, she spotted him leaning against the rink fence, his presence unmistakable even in the dimly lit surroundings. Now, he was totally focused on her, his eyes glued to her every move. She saw her chance to get closer, away from the crowd of his friends. She skated towards him, sliding her hands next to his on the fence. As they locked eyes, they found themselves face to face, their proximity sparking a rush of excitement between them.

The boy's throat tightened, and he met her gaze. "Hey," he said nervously, "I feel like I've been watched, you know? Sounds weird, right?" He chuckled, a shy grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, really?” She leaned in closer, a smirk playing on her lips as she caught his bashful expression. He couldn't help but find her captivating, from her looks to her scent. Now that he heard her voice, he was completely hooked, wanting more with every passing moment.

“I guess I have a secret admirer huh?” The boy flashes a mischievous grin at her, his eyes sparkling with playful intent.

“I don’t know if I’ve been very secretive,” She gives him a coy smile, her tone laced with teasing. “Should I come over the fence, Romeo?” She challenges, her lips quirking up in amusement. He chuckles, his grin widening into a theatrical smirk. "Well, Juliet, the balcony is all yours. But be warned, it's not as glamorous as it seems from down here." His voice drips with melodramatic flair.

She skates slowly towards the gate of the rink, the boy following eagerly on the other side, anticipation written all over his face. As she reaches the gate, she struggles to take off her roller skates. With a mischievous glint in his eye, the boy bends down and offers his assistance.

“Why aren’t you the gentleman? Thank you, Romeo,” she remarks with a playful wink.

“Name’s Eddie, Sweetheart. Wanna get out of here?” He asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You smirked, mirroring his playful energy. "Sure thing, Eddie," you replied, your tone teasing.

With a shared grin, you and Eddie slipped out of the roller rink, ready to continue the fun elsewhere.

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nunalastor · 8 hours

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I've been trying to send weird sh1t to you guys every day because why the hell not but like.

I'm out of ideas.

Sooo... Swap AU Headcanons!!!

Charlie -> Alastor

Alastor -> Charlie

Vaggie -> Angel Dust (Actually one of the three new "Vees")

Nifty -> Husk

Husk -> Nifty

Angel Dust -> Vaggie (NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP W/ ALASTOR)

Cherri -> Pentious

Pentious -> Cherri

¡¡HEADCANONS NOW!!

Cherri is from the Late 1890's to early 1900's, and her inventions were way ahead of her time.

She blew up her limbs, but had figure out how to makes prosthetics and more sleeves and long skirts (and sometimes pants-) with gloves all the time.

Instead of Egg Boiz, she got the lil Cherri Galz (who are equally as dumb)

She personality is still similar to how it is on the show, but she's got a mad scientist vibe to her.

Pentious died in the 1980's when a roller skating rink collapsed. He was too invested in what he was doing to realize that everyone was being evacuated, and on the commotion he was crushed. (The caused for the building to collapse was a nearby bomb explosion. To this day nobody knows what truly happened)

Still a snake-

He's very out-of-touch and uses anything he can to distract from reality.

Rude and snapped sometimes, but mostly a sweetheart

Yes, he's best friends w/ Vaggie, thank you for not asking.

Charlie is still the princess of Hell, but she never became the spineless, kind-hearted cinnamon bun we see in the show.

She doesn't smile like Alastor does, but she's still frightening nonetheless.

Constantly has her horns and tail out, and her wings (Which are mostly black with a red underside, the base fading from white to gray and then black) are usually tucked against her back of her hips (like Adam does-)

Vaggie is a p0rnst4r who owns her own Studio. She's part of the overlord trio known as [WIP NAME] (I dunno who else would be in this trio, but it's probably Her, Husk, and Angel since Alastor doesn't own souls and Charlie only owns Niffty's soul, not Husk's)

Shes an actually decent person to her employees!!

Valentino is similar to Angel in og au, except he's a little softie who's staying at the hotel because he doesn't enjoy being near the trio all the time

Husk is just Vox but a neat freak, a gambler, and someone who does his research on tech.

More later, lmao.

👀

#hazbin hotel #nunalastor asks #swap au #charlie #alastor #vaggie #angel dust #husk #niffty #cherri bomb #sir pentious #vox #valentino #velvette

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runningmunson · 2 years

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Maybe Birthdays Aren’t So Bad

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Eddie hated his birthday but you didn’t know why. After he finally told you why, you made it your mission to change his mind. Based on this blurb

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst and Eddie being a bit mean in the beginning, fluff

A/N: Gotta give some credit and a big thanks to @shyposttree , what you added about throwing a party for Eddie at the same place and teaching him how to skate pushed me to make a full fic!

Masterlist

“What do you mean you don’t want to do anything for your birthday?!” You yelled at Eddie as you helped him pick up after the Hellfire meeting.

He rolled his eyes, “Just don't feel like it.”

“Eddie, c'mon! You can’t not do anything for your birthday. It’s the one day that’s completely about you!” you whined. You knew parties weren't Eddie’s scene, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t at least take him out for dinner.

“Actually, I can do nothing. Seeing as it is my birthday and all and ‘completely about me’,” Eddie pointed to himself, throwing your words back at you. His shoulders started to feel tense, and the feeling of hurt he pushed back into his mind long ago tried to pry its way out.

“Would you let me take you out, just us two? Or even Wayne?” you asked, hoping he would say yes.

Eddie sighed and clenched his fists. He could feel himself getting frustrated as you unceasingly asked. He knew you meant well, but he just didn't like his birthday. He threw his notebook on the table, “No! I don’t like my birthday, okay? I don’t want to do anything. Not with my friends, not with Wayne, and not with you! So can you please just drop it?”

You tried to hide the hurt on your face, but it was too late. Eddie already saw the way you flinched and took a step back. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t like to raise his voice in anger, it always brought back memories of his father doing that to his mother. When he opened them, he reached his hand out and grabbed yours, pulling you into his arms. He kissed your forehead, “I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“Why don’t you like your birthday, Eddie?” You asked, voice just above a whisper and head buried in his neck. It's not that you want to upset him even more than he already was, but you wanted to understand what was going on inside his head. He pulled you over to his chair and sat you on his lap.

“It’s stupid, really, it is,” Eddie said, letting out a humorless chuckle. You looked at him, giving him a nod to continue. “I, uh, I was about to turn 10 and never had a real birthday party before. So for months, I begged Wayne to let me have a party at the Hawkins roller rink. He worked extra shifts and rented a small room for my first class party. I was so excited when he told me and went to work making invitations. Shit, I even drew little dragons and knights on them, which were surprisingly good for my previous lack of doodling skills.”

You smiled a bit, thinking about little Eddie spending hours making handmade invitations with his drawings. He continued, “So, the big day came. We went early and set up; and had pizza and cake. Then I waited and waited, and not a single person showed up. Wayne tried to make it better. We ate a ton of pizza and cake. He even tried to skate with me, but we both realized we can't skate worth shit, so we soon left.”

“Eddie-” you tried to talk, but he cut you off.

“I don't really know why I expected anything less. It’s not exactly like I was ever invited to anyone's parties. I was always the one to find out about them that next Monday at school,” Eddie said, avoiding your gaze. He figured you would be looking at him with pity, and he didn’t want that, but when he looked, he saw anger in your eyes.

“That’s not stupid. I don’t blame you for hating it. Those kids are assholes and what they did wasn't right. I wish I knew you back then because that sounded like a damn good party. If you really don’t want to do anything then I respect that, and I won’t bring it up again,” you gave his hand a squeeze.

Eddie thought about it for a minute. He secretly missed celebrating his birthday. And it’s not like he didn’t have good friends now and was in a loving, healthy relationship. “I guess we can maybe do something this year- but it has to be small.”

He watched as a bright smile formed on your face. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “Are you sure? Oh, this is going to be great. I promise you won't regret it!”

He really hoped he didn’t either.

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You had spent the last month planning something for Eddie’s birthday, and now it was finally that day. After hearing his reason for hating it, you had every intent and the determination to change his mind.

Eddie woke up that morning to the sun shining on his face. He reached his hand out to search for you but came up empty. A groan came from his mouth. He threw the blankets off to see where you were, thinking it was too damn early for you to not still be in his arms. As soon as he opened the door, the smell of bacon hit his nose. He took the short trip from his bedroom to the kitchen to find you standing in front of the stove.

You felt Eddie's arms snake around your waist and pull you into his chest. His face nuzzled into your hair before he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” he asked in his raspy morning voice.

You turned around, wrapping your own arms around his neck. You smiled at him, “Just making the birthday boy some breakfast. Have you seen him around? He’s taller than me, has beautiful chocolate brown eyes, unruly curly hair, pretty great at guitar, and is incredibly good-looking.”

“Hmm, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you were talking about me,” Eddie smirked.

“Happy birthday, Eddie,” you pulled him into a kiss. “Now go sit your cute butt down in that chair. I need to plate this.”

The second you put the plate down, he began to shovel food into his mouth. He let out a moan, ”Shit, sweetheart. This is amazing. You’re spoiling me too much.”

“There’s no such thing as spoiling you too much on your birthday-” you were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. You ran to get it, “Oh! That must be Dustin!”

“Hey man! Happy birthday!” Dustin walked over to Eddie, patting him on the back. Eddie just looked at him with his eyebrows cocked. His eyes then met yours as if silently asking why Dustin was there.

“Oh! I forgot to mention that I have a small family emergency so I called Dustin. He brought all of your favorite movies over so you can have a movie marathon while I'm away,” you said, feeling a bit bad for lying to him, but you had to go set up his party. You grabbed your keys, kissed Eddie, and said goodbye.

Eddie turned to Dustin as he stood awkwardly in his kitchen, looking at him with a cheesy smile, “Why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

Dustin’s smile dropped, and he scrambled with his words, “Nothing, I'm not looking at you in any way.”

“I'm just messing with you, man. Now let’s see what you brought,” Eddie laughed and went to ruffle Dustin's hair.

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You recruited the help of Steve, Robin, and Nancy to help you decorate the roller rink. Mike, Gareth, and the rest of the Hellfire members were tasked with picking up the food.

The longer you were here, the more it made you nervous to think about Eddie’s reaction. You knew there was a chance of this blowing up in your face to have a surprise party where he learned to hate his birthday, but you couldn’t help yourself.

All you wanted was Eddie to make a new good memory, one where he learns to love his birthday again. You wanted to right the wrong he faced all those years ago, to show him that his life isn't how it used to be and that he had so many people that loved and cared about him. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but you were damn sure going to try.

You checked your watch and saw that you needed to pick up Eddie and Dustin. “Hey, are you good? I gotta go get the guys.”

Steve gave you a thumbs up, so you left and made your way to Eddie’s trailer.

Once you got there, you let yourself in and saw Eddie and Dustin sitting on the couch watching A New Hope. You gave Dustin a nod to let him know everything was ready.

“Can you guys give me a ride? My mom dropped me off,” Dustin asked.

“I guess we can, Henderson; not like we have a choice anyways,” Eddie said sarcastically, slapping his hands on his knees before standing up. “Come on, let’s go.”

You all made your way to Eddie’s van. He started to walk towards the driver’s side, but you stopped him. “Actually, I need to drive. And you need to put this on over your eyes.”

You handed him one of his bandanas. He looked at you and Dustin, taking in your shit-eating grins. “Are you serious right now?”

You and Dustin both nodded. Eddie shrugged but got in the passenger side and complied with your request, “Well okay, this is kinda weird. You guys aren’t like secretly planning to kill me or something are you?”

You both laughed, “No, just listen to your music and enjoy the ride. We will be there soon enough.”

It didn’t take long for you to make it to your destination. You gestured for Dustin to leave while you got Eddie out of the car.

“Can I take this thing off, or are you gonna make me keep it on all day?” Eddie laughed.

“Yes, you can take it off,” your nerves started up again. You kept walking but studied Eddie’s face as he took the bandana off. His face dropped at the sight of the roller rink in front of him.

“Why the hell would you bring me here? You know how I feel about this place,” Eddie stopped in his tracks, yanking you back. His hands were sweaty, and he felt his face getting hot.

“Eddie, just trust me, please,” you begged him. He gave you a slight nod and gestured for you to continue walking. However, that didn’t stop his not-so-subtle grumbling about not liking this.

You dragged him toward the same room where no one showed up all those years ago. Only this time, you stepped through the door of the dark room, and the lights flickered on revealing the place decorated with black and red streamers, a huge banner, and all of his friends already there.

“Surprise! Happy birthday, Eddie!” He looked around in shock. This was the last thing he expected.

“Family emergency, huh?” Eddie questioned, a small smile playing on his lips.

You shrugged and smiled at him sheepishly, “I wasn’t exactly lying, I consider everyone here my family.”

Eddie enjoyed the party, talking and laughing with everyone. He ate his weight in pizza and cake like he did with Wayne years ago and opened the large number of gifts that filled one of the tables.

You leaned over after some time and whispered to Eddie, “you wanna skate?”

“Um, I don’t know about that. You know I don’t really know how,” Eddie replied.

You bumped shoulders with him and smiled, “Come on, I’ll teach you. It will be fun!”

You dragged him out of his seat and to the front counter to get skates. After lacing the skates, you slowly led Eddie to the rink.

“How the hell are you doing this so effortlessly? I mean you’re skating backward, for Christ's sake!” Eddie’s eyes were wide. His hands gripped yours tightly, afraid you would let him fall.

“I’ve just had a lot of practice. Okay, I’m gonna walk you through it now,” Eddie shook his head no, his hair moving with him. “Eddie, you can do this! Now space your legs to where they are even with your shoulders and squat a bit.”

“Like this?” Eddie followed your instructions. You laughed as he stuck his butt out in the air.

“Yep, just like that! Turn your leg outward a bit and take a small push with your left leg. Look, you’re moving! Now do it with the other leg and just keep alternating, pushing side to side. You’re doing great, Eddie!”

When Eddie had good momentum, you tried to release your hands. He tightened, not letting you pull away, “Woah! What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna let go now and see how you do,” you laughed and let go of his hand:. He faltered a bit but regained his balance.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad, but uh, how exactly do I stop? Because that wall keeps getting closer,” you didn’t have a chance to reply before Eddie lost his balance and flew forward, knocking you both to the ground.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry!” Eddie looked at you, hair in disarray. He rolled off you and helped you into a sitting position. You looked at each other for a minute, then burst out into laughter.

“That’s gonna leave a nasty bruise,” you winced. “I think you should stick to guitar, skating doesn't really seem to be your thing.”

Eddie threw his head back and let out a booming laugh, “I tried to tell you!”

You sat in silence as you both tried to catch your breath. This moment couldn’t have been more perfect. Eddie looked at you, grabbed your chin gently, and pulled you into a kiss. “I can’t thank you enough for this. It really was a badass party. And maybe birthdays aren’t so bad, at least not when I have you around.”

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taglist: @ali-r3n , @wroteclassicaly , @lem0nb0iii , @spookyheadxeddie , @ghosttownwherenoonegoes , @1800-fight-me, @sweetpeapod , @toobsessedsstuff

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x gn!reader #Eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

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munsonify · 5 months

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ice skating

pairing. steve harrington x gn!reader

summary. you teach your himbo boyfriend steve how to ice skate.

content warnings. slight swearing (like one word), mentions of a death that never happened, slight injury mention.

word count. 1337

12 days of christmas

Right in the middle of town, a block or two away from where the city pool is, a new ice skating rink was built inside of what was once one of the two roller skating rinks in town. The roller rink that remains open is a commercialized rink, which outlasted some poor old man’s creaky floored rink. It was shut down after a floorboard sprung out of place and injured a young girl. An ice skating rink replaced the original rink nearly two years afterwards.

And you, for one, were very excited to go.

You’d been ice skating a few times in your life. Despite this being the only rink located near Hawkins, you and your parents had visited places out of town where you excitedly learned how to skate. It was quite similar to roller skating, though with more chance of substantial injuries. You’d managed to slip but with nothing more than a twisted ankle. Needless to say you were quick to convince Steve to try out this new rink.

“I heard some girl died in that place a few years ago,” Steve inquired, shaking his head in disagreement to your convincing.

“No she didn’t! She landed herself a trip to a hospital because of a squeaky floorboard. As far as I’m concerned she’s kicking,” You fired back, rolling your eyes at him. You were almost desperate to go ice skating with him. You knew how much he disliked the cold, though you kept insisting that he’d be warm in the new jacket you’d gotten him.

Steve tried making up excuse after excuse as to why he couldn’t go. The building gives him bad vibes, he’ll get cold, he hates driving during the Winter. Even when you pointed out that there was no ice on the streets, he only huffed. However, with a little prying, you finally got the answer you needed out of him.

“Fine, you wanna know why I don’t want to go? I have no clue how to skate.”

Instantly, you started to giggle at him. You didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t help it. It seemed like such a silly thing to worry about! His face fell to a frown, causing you to stop yourself quickly. He seemed upset.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you,” You assured, waving your hands around. “I’ll teach you!”

“I don’t need you to teach me,” Steve protested, crossing his arms. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours, and you knew immediately why he didn’t want you to. You just knew he feels embarrassed over it.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay! I’m a very good teacher. You’ll learn quick!”

After a few more words and a lot of small kisses later, Steve finally caved in to going ice skating with you. With the way you reacted to him saying yes, he was unsure why he ever said no in the first place. Your pure giddiness was like heaven to him.

Steve’s reasoning came flooded back to him the moment he started tying the laces up on the skates he rented. The blades were thin, so thin that he was unsure as to how they’d hold him up. He was sure they’d barely hold up a 10 year hold, let alone him. He watched as you gracefully got to your feet, immediately balancing yourself. You watched him and waited patiently as he finished tying his laces, noticing the worry in his eyes almost immediately.

You held out your gentle hands for him, waiting expectantly for him to grab them. Reluctantly, he did, letting you help him stand up. Steve was a wobbling mess in an instant. His once firmly place ankles rolled around quickly until he found his footing. He grumbled on about how he hates this as he stands up straight. Slowly, you began to walk backwards, pulling him along with you. He took slow steps along with you, wobbling with every last one of them.

You’d finally found your way to the opening, and he looked a little miserable.

“What if I fall?” Steve questioned, giving you a doe eyes look.

“I’ll fall with you,” You stated simply.

You stepped out gently onto the ice, gliding almost perfectly against it. His eyes studied the way you stepped on, as if trying to memorize and replicate exactly what you’d just done. He didn’t want to mess up in front of you, even if it was truly not a big deal.

“Just step on, okay?” You began to talk him through it. “Dont think too much, or you’ll freak yourself out and flail around. Line the blades up to the ground and step softly. Point your toes in a little like mine, but not too much. It’ll help with balance.”

You went on to further explain that if he were to walk on with feet facing completely forward, he’d fall straight into a split. With that visual, he winced, making a mental note of that. Gently, he finally stepped onto the ice with you just like you told him too. He was wobbly as expected, though he didn’t fall. His hands still gripped yours tightly.

Steve’s eyes lit up immediately. He was on the ice, and he didn’t fall! Despite being a little spooked by a few eighth graders gliding past him fast and nearly knocking into him, he seemed proud of himself.

“Do you think you’re ready to move?” You questioned, smiling at him softly. He nodded quickly, smiling back at you. Just as slow as before, you began to glide backwards, guiding Steve forward with both of your hands on his. As if on cue, he started to wobble almost excessively. He started to freak himself out. He quickly grabbed a hold of the side of the rink, luckily catching himself and you before you both wiped out.

“Try bending your knees a little, kinda like when you’re up to bat for baseball.”

Steve’s knees bent slightly and slowly to make sure he didn’t topple, adjusting his feet again as you two start moving. He seemed slightly horrified as you moved you guys on the slick ice. His balance was better this time, though he still seemed slightly wobbly. You thought this was the best time to let go of his hands.

Slowly, you pried your hands from his tight grip, watching him as he glides on his own. Steve’s face moved to a smile, immediately laughing as he moves on his own. You turned yourself around so that you’re both facing forward, turning your head to look at him as you speak.

“Watch how my feet move against the ice,” you call out gently, only beginning to move once you received a nod and a thumbs up from Steve, whose hands were out in front of him for balance. He tried to move like you did, failing almost immediately as he wipes out into the ice. As if on instinct, his hand gripped yours, dragging you down with him just like you promised.

You giggled immediately on impact, falling on top of your boyfriend, who seemed bewildered. Steve, who originally wanted to roll his eyes at you again, laughed instead. His hands moved to rest on your hips, staring straight into your tear-brimmed eyes. Once you’d caught your breath, his lips met yours in a soft kiss. His lips were about as cold as his fingertips, but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

Steve pulled back slowly, his lips lingering barely against yours for a few seconds. His eyes met yours again, which were now gleaming with love. He couldn’t help but smile at you again.

“Aren’t you happy you came now?” You prodded, helping yourself up and steadying, before offering Steve a helping hand. He grabbed your hand firmly, tugging himself up with your help. This time, he finally rolled his eyes again.

“Not really, my ass is freezing!” He teased. You could tell by the look on his face he didn’t mean what he said about not being happy.

He honestly couldn’t be happier.

#munsonify #steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x gn reader fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington blurbs

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patchesnpins · 2 years

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ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘɪɴ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ 'ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Will had never stepped foot in a roller rink till today, he'd never been too good with his ability to balance. but maybe a pretty boy may come around and give him a hand...

☾⋆*:｡ a/n: Will is such a sweetheart and deserves to have a cute little gay love life *sigh* he deserves so so much better hence why I just had to write this. this is a bit bad but I don't have much else to do but write

☾⋆*:｡ details: SFW//Will Byers x m!reader//w.c: 1.8k

It was shockingly easy to blend in at the roller rink, disappearing amongst dark shapes whizzing by and the distracting flashes of disco lights running along the floor and moving people. Just as long as you kept up with the crowd, rubber wheels coming down hard against the linoleum floors as you zipped through, you were no more than another person looking for a fun Friday night.

But you were betraying your own beliefs with how all you could focus on was the boy struggling to push himself forwards, his skates slipping beneath him on the smooth floor as he clung to the wall like a lifeline. Like Bambi’s first time on the ice, slipping and sliding on unsteady feet yet his Thumper was nowhere to be found, leaving him a deer in the headlights of the neon disco spotlights.

It was half off tonight leaving the roller rink rather busy and a few extra dollars crumpled in your back pocket. There were plenty of brand new faces, taking advantage of the deal to get some practice in without having to scour through the cracks in the couch for a few extra dollars. The busier the better it seemed because there were too many people for you to stand out even when you fell on your ass.

You’d never seen him around before and for a good reason, he seemed to have no idea what he was doing shuffling away from the edge of the rink on old and beaten up skates. His eyes were wide and you could see the panic in them even from across the rink, wearily taking in his surroundings as if all eyes were on him and his rather bad attempt at roller skating.

The song is changing as you near him and he hadn’t even spared you a glance, eyes glued to the dingy brown skates on his feet as he moves just barely an inch out. “Hey!” You call out, voice barely managing to be heard over the new and loud song blaring from the speakers.

His eyes snap towards you and all you could think about was how much like Bambi he was, eyes wide and sweet like a cute little fawn with a hint of unsureness behind them. You wave a hand, still rolling towards him at a slow pace as if you were actually approaching an easily startled creature. You give him a smile but he doesn’t become any less tense, a bit of a scaredy cat huh?

“You’re not really going to get anywhere if you keep shuffling around like that.” You wear your smile like it’s etched into your skin, worried about making the already nervous boy anymore scared as you approach him. He swallows thickly and nods, eyes dancing between you and the all too many people dashing by you both, obviously less concerned about what you have to say.

“If you want to move you don’t move your skate backwards, you push it to the side so that you can move forward. Like this-” You sweep your skate outwards, pushing yourself towards him and closing the remaining distance between you both. “See? Ta-daaa.” You throw your hands out over dramatically and earn a smile from him.

“I don’t think I can do that.” He speaks softly, words almost being drowned out by the loud music if you hadn't been standing so closely. The smile on his face is a mask of boldness, not translating to the fear filled and awkward little shuffle he was so content in doing. He wobbles a bit and your arm shoots out to steady him, shocking him more off balance than you had intended.

“Hey, hey don’t worry I’ve got you.” You try to ease his nerves as you hold him up, feeling like you were holding a kitten by its scruff as you cling to his sleeve. “Another piece of advice? Don’t stand so straight, you’ll bust your ass if you fall.” You giggle and a hint of realness pulls at his smile.

He almost seems the slightest bit embarrassed at how he was clinging to a stranger like this, averting his gaze and silently worrying once again about the people around the two of you. You don’t pay it any mind, having your fair share of experiences with stubborn boys who couldn’t be damned to be taught by another guy how to skate properly. Normally you’d let them go and hide your laughter at how out of control they were, falling over themselves. But this boy was a little different.

You held on tighter to his sleeve, not wanting to let go and have his feet slip out underneath him. Even despite his closed off nature you wanted to pry at the edges and learn a bit more about him, perhaps it was because he hadn’t brushed you off as sharply as most people do leaving you with an opportunity. Or maybe it’s the cute glint in his eye and how sweet he looked that lured you in.

“My name is Will.” You raise an eyebrow and his face scrunches up, obviously yelling at himself internally for such an awkward introduction. You steady him once again as his focus fades from the task at hand.

“Well, Will, would you like a little lesson on how to skate? Make it worth your money coming out here tonight?” You offer with a cheshire grin, hoping to convince the boy who you now had a newfound interest in into agreeing.

He sucks his lip between his teeth, chewing at it thoughtfully. It wasn’t much fun being left in the dust for the night, awkwardly spending the night struggling to even go around the rink just once. “If you don’t mind…”

“Wouldn’t be offering it if I did.” You laugh and let go of his sleeve, skating in front of him and turning to face him. He looks lost at the loss of contact and almost reaches out to grab for you again, his hand falling back to his side when a thought crosses his mind. “Can I hold your hands?” You ask, hoping to actually get him to take you up on the offer.

A moment of hesitance and a bit of worry resides in his doe eyes, snatched up and lost when the bright lights avert from his face. There’s a worry clinging to him like a weight and you offer your hands out in hopes to calm his nerves, waiting for his ever so slightly shaky hands to hold yours. Will wipes them on his pants quickly, then interlocks his fingers with yours.

His hands are clammy, awkward and unsure as if he’d never held another person's hands before. You squeeze his hands tightly in yours to provide a sense of security, a silent way of telling him that you won’t let him fall and he returns the action. Sweeping your foot out, you begin a slow pace backwards as you pull him along. “Just try to do what I told you, I’ll keep you steady.”

He follows your instructions carefully, crossing his legs and almost stumbling but you hold onto him tight. He’s shaky, wheels getting caught on the floor and leaving him on unsteady feet as he tries to keep up with you. Everyone zips by so fast but you both take your time, caught in your own bubble of slowed time as you both carefully make your way around the rink. Soft words of encouragement tumble from your lips with each time he manages to propel himself forward and you don’t miss how his grin grows.

He keeps apologizing with every slip or stumble, sorry’s becoming the only thing you can hear above the music and merging with the lyrics. You just laugh it off, you hadn’t been much better when you first began. “You’re doing better than me, almost broke my ankle the first time I skated!”

His eyes blow wide at that. Will didn’t want to follow in your footsteps and you hold him tighter to reassure him that you won’t let that happen to him. “Did anyone help you learn how to skate?”

You blow a raspberry, shaking your head and carefully helping him round the corner. “Nope, did it all on my own. Had a rough time if you couldn’t tell.” You squeeze his hand and his fingers lightly trace the scars embedded in your palms. “Just so you know, don’t ever learn how to skate on concrete.”

“Good to know.” He smiles and finally looks you in the eye, his face illuminated by soft pinks and reds that dance in his own doe like eyes. For a quick moment you're entrapped in his honey sweet appearance, rosy pink lips pulled into a genuine smile as he looks at you with a saccharine admiration. He catches your gaze dropping to his lips before you can hide it. Your skin tingles, a shared electricity between you both that no one else in the place seems to notice but it's all you can feel.

Your mouth falls open slightly, a question stuck on your tongue that doesn't seem to roll off. You don't even notice how much you'd leaned back to take in his appearance till you feel yourself tilting too far back, the look of terror filling his once soft eyes again and the world around you seems to go rushing by. You grasp at him in a disastrous attempt to stay on your feet, skates shooting out from underneath you as you drag him down with your falling self.

You both slip and stumble, physics betraying you and you hit the floor with a painful thud, your breath rushing from your lungs and Will crashing down on top of you. You can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks at the shame of bringing him down with you, more worried about that than the fact you were gasping for air that couldn’t fill your lungs.

You pry open your eyes to find Will almost too close for comfort, his breath hot against your cheek and making the air around you feel stuffy. He’s laughing though, genuine and unabashed as he tries to help you to your feet when he could barely get his skates beneath himself. It makes your insides go all fuzzy, turning your thoughts to mush. Sheepishly all you can do is return the laugh. “So glad my suffering is so funny to you.” Your heart is thundering in your ears at just how cute his laugh is, a bit of his true self leaking through the awkward facade he was wearing.

“Didn’t you tell me not to stand so straight?” He shots back, a bit tongue in cheek when he wobbles again.

You lean in closely, a smile wide on your lips and his eyes widen a bit. You can feel his breath against your skin, hot and nervous at just how close you were. “Sorry, got a bit distracted.” You laugh.

The lights fade to a dark purple but it’d take a fool not to notice how dark his face flushed.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #will byers #will byers x reader #will byers x y/n

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ladylannisterxo · 2 years

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💌 - “If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” with eddie pls angel <3

Heyyy Sav!! Thanks for sending this in, I had a blast writing this one! Also, turns out, I'm not very concise - can't write just a blurb to save my life so have a little over 1k words adjakdaks also, this got a teeny bit angsty but not much, it's a happy ending!

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Prompt # 90; "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" Words; 1k Warnings; A little bit of angst but mostly pure fluff!

The roller rink was packed and Eddie would rather be anywhere else in the world. He’s not sure why he let you talk him into coming here but then again, he really wanted that second date. His fingers are laced with your own and when he glances over at you, he can’t help but smile because you already look like you’re having the time of your life and you haven’t even started skating yet.

“This is gonna be so fun,” you squeal, pulling him along behind you as you head over to purchase the two of you skates, “thanks for coming out here with me, you’re sure you don’t mind this?”

“A lot of people here, sweetheart,” he says offhandedly, eyes darting around the room.

Eddie recognizes a number of familiar faces from Hawkins High and his mood immediately dampens because he sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s certain that within minutes, these posers will feel the shift in the air and know that the freak has arrived. He grips your hand just a little tighter.

After lacing up your skates, you roll over to the entryway to the rink and turn back to him with a beaming smile. “Ready?!”

Your smile is dazzling and it makes his heart skip in his chest but he can feel eyes on him now and, fuck, he knew this was a bad idea. Your beautiful smile starts to dim as you follow the places his eyes land on and you know he’s having second thoughts about this. You drop his hand, skating backward until you’re out on the rink and he’s left standing at the entryway, gaping at the lost contact.

“If you think I give a shit about what any of these people think then maybe this isn’t gonna work out,” you state, granting him a soft shrug, “come find me if you change your mind.”

With that, you skate off, getting lost in the crowd as he stares after you dumbly, knowing full well you just skated away with his heart in hand. He groans inwardly as he slides out onto the rink, gripping the wall for support. He never mentioned to you that he didn’t know how to skate very well but he really really wanted this second date. After a moment, he finally locates you, carefree and getting lost in the music and you’re so beautiful it hurts. Eddie takes a breath and pushes off from the wall, managing to catch your arm before you get too far away but also losing balance and taking you both down to the hard floor.

“Sorry!” He exclaims. “Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart!”

After some awkward fumbling and a few more close calls with tumbling right back down to the floor, you both manage to remain on your feet, his hands resting on your arms for support. Worry is etched across every part of his handsome face and he’s positive he’s screwed this up even more than he already has. But you… you’re laughing, actually laughing, shaking so hard with it that it almost causes you to lose your footing.

“You didn’t have to take me to the ground to get my attention,” you say in between fits of giggles.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, he doesn’t really know what else to say.

You sober up then, taking a moment to really admire the boy standing in front of you. He’s nervous, you can feel how tense he is in the way he grips your arms. His hair is a mess from the fall and you reach out to brush a few strands of it out of his eyes. His eyes follow the movement, wide and dazzling, and you know deep down inside that this boy right here is the one for you. Glancing around the room, you spot a few people you know from school and wave at them, not caring in the slightest about how they feel about who you spend your time with.

“Eddie—”

“You’re right,” he blurts out, cutting you off. “You’re so right, you’re always right. You’re just… you’re so perfect and beautiful and smart and you’re everything that I’m not and fuck, I really just wanted to go on this date with you and I thought it wouldn’t matter where we went as long as we were together but then we got here and there were all these people that we knew and I… I don’t know, I just realized that I don’t want to be the one that wrecks your life or ends up causing you to miss out on someone better or—”

“Eddie, stop!” You yell, halting his rambling. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I care about what you think because I care about you, I want to spend more time with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really! You’re Eddie Munson, rockstar and Dungeon Master extraordinaire! You’re so cool!” Eddie shakes his head in embarrassment, ducking his head to hide from your gaze. “And even though this second date started off rocky, I’d really like to go on a third date. If that's… cool with you?”

“Yes,” he says automatically and then slower, more flippant, “yeah, ‘course.”

“Okay, good, but I’m gonna want something first,” you tease, fingers dancing up his chest.

“Name it.”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

The smile you give him is soft and warm and inviting and Eddie moves his eyes past you to see curious onlookers he knows all too well pointing and whispering and it makes his heart seize in his chest. But then your hand is caressing his cheek softly, pulling his focus back to you and suddenly, nothing else matters because you’re here and you like him, actually want him… and, well, he really wants that third date.

He captures your lips instantly, getting lost in the feeling of your soft lips against his. Everything else fades away—every person, every sound, every fear—there’s nothing but you and him in this moment and it’s perfect. You slide forward effortlessly, winding your arms around his neck as he pulls you flush against him. The kiss deepens, people keep staring, and neither of you dare to care.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #writing by 's'#1k follower celebration with 's'

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thewritingofamadwoman · 2 years

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An oldie from the drafts; let me know your thoughts :) Thank you for reading!

*gif not mine

“Oh come on Billy, where’s your sense of fun?”

You were met with a glare from the boy in question as you walked into the skating rink. You had overheard the party discussing their plan to go roller skating and decided to tag along. You had begged Billy to come with, wanting to spend the night with him as well. He agreed begrudgingly, after you had promised to do whatever he wanted when you were done at the rink—much to his excitement.

Billy let out a puff of smoke, letting it swirl out of his mouth as his eyes took in the sight in front of you. Neon lights and bright colors covered the walls of the rink, families laughing and skating around in circles. Lovey-dovey couples were holding hands and skating to the music from the speakers, and kids were creating a ruckus by the arcade machines.

He spotted Max and her friends waiting on line to rent skates; he’ll never understand how he was roped into basically babysitting his stepsister and her annoying friends. He rolled his eyes, irritated at himself, before turning his gaze towards you. He saw how your eyes lit up in excitement, how you smiled at your surroundings. You turned to face him, your smile beaming even brighter when you caught his eye. He felt his heart flutter, his gaze softening.

God, he loved you.

“I’m gonna go rent us some skates, okay babe?” You said, walking backwards towards the counter. Billy snuffed out his cigarette on the lid of a trash can. He walked up to you as you waited for your skates, wrapping his arms around your waist. He leaned his head down and began to suck and nibble on your neck.

“Billy…we’re in public, ” you whispered through your giggling. Billy tightened his hold on you, his velvety voice rumbling in your ear.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last time..”

You blushed hard, pulling yourself away just in time for the young employee to return with 2 pairs of roller skates. Billy chuckled to himself, following you as you made your way to a bench to begin putting your skates on. The kids already went ahead and started skating, the sounds of their laughter easy to pinpoint over the music.

“Can’t we just leave the little shits here and go somewhere else? They’ll be fine.” Billy complained, not bothering to wear his skates. He had no intention to roller skate. In all honesty, he only came here to appease you since he could never actually say no to you when you looked at him with your big doe eyes.

You rolled said eyes playfully. “I promised Max I’d chaperone them tonight. But if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to get out of roller skating. What’s a matter Billy, don’t know how?” You gave Billy a teasing grin, dropping the skates you were holding onto the bench beside you.

Billy scoffed in indignation. “Please sweetheart, I know how to do a lot of things. I just don’t want to. There’s a difference.”

“Well come on then Hargrove, show me your moves!” You laughed, stretching your arms out in-front of you dramatically. Billy reached over and grabbed your hands, pulling you right back into him. He trapped you in his arms, giving you a feral grin.

“Your wish is my command,” he said huskily, slamming his lips against yours in a crushing kiss that immediately left your knees weak. His hands roamed your body; one went straight up to your hair, where he tangled his fingers in your strands, pulling gently. And the other went down to your behind where he squeezed hard, effectively pushing your hips into his. When he pulled away, you found yourself dazed and leaning forward, as if to capture his lips again.

Billy chucked, licking his lips and giving you a wink, watching your features as you slowly came back to reality. You blushed, looking into his eyes and then turning your head to see the kids on the rink. They didn’t really need you there, did they? You smiled back at Billy, this time with your own sexy smirk.

“I mean, the kids seem to be enjoying themselves. They don’t really need two chaperones bumming them out. Maybe we should just go back and wait for them by the car? You know, just in case?”

Billy wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, pulling you towards the exit.

“Baby, I thought you’d never ask. I think you have a few promises to fulfill.”

And all that was left behind you were a group of pre-teens having fun and a pair of neglected skates scattered on the bench.

#billy hargrove x reader insert #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove oneshot #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove x reader

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Roller Skates

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: nothing I don’t think!

Author’s Note: cute eddie my beloved he’s such a dork

Requested; by @knowledgefulbutterfly, sliding into your asks for a request maybeeee?? umm what about an Eddie fic where he follows the gang to a roller rink and reader is just like... an angel on the rink? he's like immediately smitten and tries to show off but just... cant and reader takes pity on him?

Summary: the request !

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Hawkins roller rink was fairly pathetic. There wasn’t a lot going on inside. They spent a lot of money on the mall that burned down so opening up a roller rink was kind of a sad way to say ‘sorry we don’t have a Gap anymore’. It didn’t have a gaming area because Palace Arcade was too good to rip off.

They did have a pretty sturdy selection of skates and a pretty shitty selection of music.

But regardless, you had been excited when they opened it up. Your hometown had a fantastic one. You had been devastated when you moved and found there wasn’t one within a hundred mile radius.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” you begged, sitting on the floor beside the table. The guys were all wrapping up a day of campaigning. You had been sitting on the floor reading for what felt like forever. Eddie had offered to write your character in but you didn’t wanna mess them up when they were in the middle of something. “It opened yesterday. We can still catch the free skating!”

“Watch everyone fall over? No thanks,” Lucas said, shaking his head.

“Come on. It could be fun,” Erica suggested.

“See? Erica always has good taste.”

“No need to lump me in with you,” she mentioned. You rolled your eyes and gave Eddie puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn’t resist. He hadn’t ever seen you skate and you were kind of longing for a place to impress him. He stared at you, making exaggerated faces before letting out a sigh and shaking his head in defeat.

“Who’s going with us?”

You hurrahed, fighting the urge to throw your arms around him.

The place was still up and running so you could see some sections had full lighting. The rink itself however was filled with fun lights that danced around the room. The place was surprisingly full. You hadn’t seen this many people in one room outside of school since the mall was open.

You grabbed Eddie’s arm excitedly, pointing at the shoes.

“What’s your shoe size?” you asked him. You were being trailed by the kids, who also said they wanted to come along after you said you were for sure going. Even Erica had managed to tag along. She was sure to out skate you. You had a feeling.

“That’s classified sweetheart,” he said, pointing a finger at you. “I can grab my own shoes. I’m a big boy.” You rolled your eyes and stood in front of the counter. You told the underpaid worker what shoe size you were and he handed you some skates. You moved to the side as your rather large party got all their shoes. You unlaced them and slid them onto your feet, enjoying the familiar chunky feeling.

You watched out of the corner of your eyes as Eddie struggled to put his on. You chose to ignore it, not wanting to hurt his ego. The second yours was on you stood up, gaining your balance, wondering if you would be able to pick this up as quickly as you thought you would.

“I’m gonna go for a round okay? I’ll meet you back here!” Eddie waved his hand at you and let you go.

He watched as you moved to the floor. He was instantly surprised as you started, getting your footing and then simply gliding across the floor. You were going backwards and then forwards seamlessly. You even took a couple strides then glided on one foot.

“Did you know she could do that?” Dustin questioned. Eddie scoffed.

“Of course I did,” he lied. Erica had managed to get her shoes on in record time and was starting out. Lucas was following closely behind her, teasing her about the way she tied them. She swatted his hand away.

Eddie cleared his throat and stood up, almost falling over instantly. He grabbed onto the wall and steadied himself.

“You got it?” Dustin questioned.

“Hey, I know what I’m doing,” Eddie argued. Eddie hadn’t skated in his life. They never had anything in Hawkins that would require him to! You came around the edge and stopped against the wall across from Eddie.

“You coming slowpoke?”

“Not everyone can be an angel like you,” he argued. “Give us a moment to get our bearings. Then I’ll give you a run for your money.” Your eyes went wide and you nodded, moving aside.

“Alright Munson. Let’s see it.” You skated backwards and he got onto the floor.

He was slipping and sliding and then he caught himself. The second he let go though, he was almost falling over again. He cleared his throat, chuckling.

“It’s been a while.”

“Have you ever skated before Eddie?” you questioned, eyebrows raised.

“Of course! Who hasn’t!” He looked at you with worried eyes. You definitely thought he was a loser now. What kind of 19 year old doesn’t know how to skate?

You offered your hand.

“It’s really okay, Eds.”

He took it, begrudgingly. You held both of his hands in yours.

“You need to balance yourself. You’re moving too much. Try to stop flailing,” you said, giggling. “Let’s just skate together.” He leaned forward, putting far too much weight on you but you didn’t seem to care.

After a couple of minutes, he chuckled nervously.

“Where’d you learn to be so good?” “Back home we had a really cool roller rink. I used to go there a bunch as a kid. I was fortunate.” He shook his head, smiling.

“You’re really good.”

You stopped moving, causing him to run into you. You were in the corner together, outside of the main circle. You still had his hands in yours. His lips were parted a bit, smiling gently. You shrugged.

“I’m okay.”

“You know I don’t like it when you lie to me.” He was in the very far corner now. He gripped the side wall. You shrugged.

“Whatcha gonna do about it Munson?”

He took the moment. If he couldn’t impress you with his skating he could impress you with his lips.

Your lips were parted in surprise. Good surprise. You let his hand go and he almost fell out from under you. You both pulled away, giggling messes.

“What are you guys doing?!” Dustin questioned. He was on the other side of the border, outside the rink. “You’re in the roller rink? Kissing?” You flushed and grabbed Eddie’s hands again to steady him.

“We can keep kissing off the rink yeah?” he questioned. You smiled brightly.

“I would like that, yeah.”

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colonellickburger · 5 months

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Bill Yates. Sweetheart Roller Skating Rink 1972–1973 Six Mile Creek, Hillsborough County, Tampa, FL

#Bill Yates

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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hii<3 could you write a fic with Gareth and reader going ice skating and none of the two know how to and keep falling?

(also, how are you doing? have you had anything to drink?<33)

this was your idea.

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 926

warnings: swearing, flirting, gareth being a little shit, brief mention of a potential skating accident (doesn’t actually happen), two idiots that can’t skate, fluff

a/n: hi!! i was quite stressed earlier today because i’ve got severe social anxiety and i had to go out to eat, but i did it and then i got a book! so as of now i’m okay. long car ride and rewatching a movie and writing this for you. i had something to drink at lunch but that’s all. i’ll get something later i swear! (how are you? hope you’re okay my sweet!!) thank you for your request!! this is super precious. also i’ve never actually been ice skating, so i hope this turned out okay!!

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“Get your coat, Gareth.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Gareth fucking Emerson. Get your coat, or I’m leaving your ass here.”

“Whatever you say, mom.”

That earned him a smack on the back of his head, curls bouncing as he tried to dodge your attack too late.

When you got to the rink, however, he changed his tone. He’d thought that since it was indoors, he’d be just fine.

“It’s fucking freezing in here, holy shit, are you kidding?”

“This was your idea, Gare. Your idea. But I bet you’re glad you brought your coat now, huh?”

Gareth stuck his tongue out at you like a child.

“I have no idea why I’m with you right now.”

He rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you in your place in line. His hands rubbed up and down your sides.

“Because I look like this.” He gestured to himself and you removed his hands from your hips.

He grinned at your annoyance. You moved up with the crowd, hoping to shoo him away.

“And because I love you. Thank you for coming with me.”

He kissed your shoulder, thought that was kind of a stretch considering the variety of layers between his mouth and your skin. It was cold in Hawkins, and very cold in this ice rink.

He stepped ahead of you once the counter was in view, retrieving your skates and paying for your hour long time ticket.

Then the both of you listened to the tired assistant manager tell you the same safety speech she’d told everyone else all day, and all week, and that she’d tell for the rest of the month.

You plopped down on a rickety bench to put on your skates. When you’d finished knotting the laces, you looked up at Gareth.

His head was bent and you watched as he finished his own tying.

Suddenly he looked up at you, panic in his eyes. “Why’d I say I wanted to do this? Have you looked at these things? What if I fall out there and someone skates by and slices my fucking nose off?”

You laughed at his distress, though having thought about the same thing on the way.

“Then I guess you won’t have a nose anymore.”

He scoffed at you and then pouted.

“That is not helping.”

You brought your hand to his face, pushing a naughty curl behind his ear. You drug your thumb across his bottom lip, then over the crease between his brows, smoothing the pout away.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna be fine. Besides, if it happened that often, this place wouldn’t be open.”

Gareth had been calming down before you threw that out into the world. But you were pulling him up and out to the rink, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Gareth Emerson made it about ten feet before he fell on his ass.

It didn’t matter, considering half of the rest of the people were laughing at their exact same predicaments, but it was also partially his fault for assuming he’d be automatically great.

If I can roller skate, then I can figure this out too. You told yourself, holding onto the side rail and gently moving yourself along, trying to glide like you saw the other, more experienced skaters doing.

You reached behind you for Gareth’s hand, only to turn and see him on the ice.

Helping him up, you offered him a cold kiss to the cheek to soothe the embarrassment, though you only made it a little further before you found yourself slipping.

Gareth caught you though, almost like a trust fall, laughing and tossing his head back.

He looked ethereal every time he did that.

“Careful, baby. You’re like Bambi.”

“Bite me.”

A little further, and Gareth was down again. This time, you found yourself laughing, realizing you both sucked as at this, and there really was no reason to be embarrassed when everyone else was having the same problem.

He begged to hold your hand, though you refused, telling him that he “would not be taking you down with him.”

Not that that prevented anything. You passed a little girl doing full on spins, and you paused in awe, slightly because you’d managed to get the foot movement down to keep yourself up, but also because who the fuck can just do that?

Behind you, Gareth was not doing so well. He slipped again, grabbing hold of your shirt for purchase, and then you were both on the ice, palms read and chests heaving with laughter.

“Thanks dumbass!” You shouted at him, though there was no real anger in your voice.

Eventually, the both of you got back up, though you were sure your knees were trashed now because of it.

From then on, you decided to hold his hand and work together. Shockingly, it kinda worked.

You moved along, making one full loop around the rink without falling.

In the midst of contemplating how hockey players just did this shit all the time, Gareth looked over at you.

“I think I bruised my ass.”

His comment took you by surprise and you cackled, though you slipped, and went down once again.

When your hour was up, and you’d both fallen numerous more times, you found yourselves outside, cups of hot chocolate in your hands.

You sat down, though wincing as you did so. You were totally not in shape.

“Gonna sit with me, Gare?”

He shook his head. “Uh uh. No way. I wasn’t kidding. I’m not gonna be able to sit for a week.”

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rockybloo · 1 year

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As a prompt Monster/Kaiju bitter dressed as Bowser in the wedding suit, a sweetheart as Peach

sweetheart and bitterbat go roller skating of course in disguise. I definitely recommend listening/watching to Left to Right by Marteen!! Definitely reminds me of BB trying to impress sweetheart in the ring

I def vibe with Sweetheart and Bitterbat roller skating but my drawing juice is low atm so I wrote up a fic instead

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Amara sat on a cushioned bench, her fingers dancing along her skate's laces as she tied the strings. She made sure to double knot her loops for extra security as she gave a strong tug.

Sitting up, she kicked her legs ever so gently as a wobble test. Satisfied by how secure her footwear remained, she popped right up, making sure to grab one of the guard rails next to the rink.

"Alrighty Ace, I'm ready to go!" She turned her attention to her boyfriend who was currently leaning against the short wall of the rink. Due to his height, he practically loomed over her, though it was less intimidating with the lack of his monstrous features. His trademark bat wings were currently absent, replaced with pierced human ears. And his spikey purple and blue hair had a softer darker look to it.

The only thing that truly stood out were his bright golden eyes that glowed in the dim lights of the rink. Bitterbat wore just enough of a disguise to avoid bringing too much negative attention. However, he did garner the occasional stare.

Moreso for his fashion choices. Specifically his decision to make 99% of his outfits comprised of his girlfriend's wardrobe.

Thankfully, Amara had managed to talk him into wearing one of her larger shirts while preparing for their date. Sadly, large for her was barely a medium for him. The cute puppy face on the front was stretched and a portion of his midriff was revealed.

Ace?

Bitterbat seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he looked Sweetheart over, admiring how she just existed. Amara was very used to this trance of his and called again, this time in a harsh whisper.

"Batty!"

His response was almost immediately, snapping back to attention at his nickname. His human name wasn't said too often, just enough to know that when it was said, it was in reference to him. But unless he was already present in the conversation, it never truly worked out as an attention grabber.

"Hm~? Oh! Sorry Sweet Pea," Bitterbat straightened up as Amara rolled closer to him. "You just look reeaally cute in this lighting."

Amara raises a brow, an amused smile on her face. "The lighting of flickering fluorescent lights from the 80s?"

"Yeah~" Bitterbat responded in a dreamlike tone. His girlfriend merely rolled her eyes at how lovestruck he could be. It was only when he took the hand she had held out to him that he noticed how warm she was. A sign she was flustered even if she was hiding it.

"Mind pulling me out to the rink?"

A wide smile came to Bitterbat's face. An inhuman one that stretched ear-to-ear and revealed his fangs. Another feature of his that he often didn't bother to hide while human.

"Anything for my Queen!" Bitterbat happily proclaimed as he gently pulled up around the wall, swinging her into the rink and into his arms. His blurt had caused a couple glances from the other roller rink patrons and Amara could feel her skin heat up more in his embrace. She was used to Bitterbat's favorite name for her causing some eye rolls but she knew it was much more than just a name. And that he wasn't simply calling her "Queen" it to be, as Val loved to call him, a simp.

And as embarrassing as it was to have it said so loudly, so publicly, she couldn't help but find it utterly adorable. There was the creeping desire to give him a kiss right then and there but Amara shoved the urge down and breathed steady.

"Thank you...," She pulled back some, her hands slipping into Bitterbat's to hold her steady as she put a bit more space between them for the sake of some of the children skating on by.

Eventually, she let him go as she looked around the rink to keep track of which areas were the most congested and where there were less people. The rink was noticeably large, almost overwhelmingly so. It was smack dab in the middle of the capital of the state and one of the city's busiest tourist districts so of course it was designed to be eye catching.

On the outskirts of the rink, there was some light but closer to the middle, it was nearly completely lights out save for the neon and strobe lights and the stage outlined with foam to cushion the occasional run in. Smack dab in the middle were speakers blasting some old hits.

Bitterbat watched, his eyes locked on her face, a smile stuck on his own. He was used to this habit Amara had where she would always do a scan of the area before proceeding to do anything. He figured it was a reflex she had developed over the course of being a hero. A subconscious need to have a head count in case something ever happened.

After seemingly being satisfied with her findings, Amara turned her attention back to her boyfriend.

"Alrighty, lets roll...my King." She winked as she took off.

Bitterbat's eyes widened as his face turned a deep shade of pink. Having not reached too fast a pace yet, Amara could still safely steal a glance over her shoulder to witness the rest of her boyfriend's reaction.

And she looked back right in time to see his ears had poofed, his bat wings returning to their rightful place.

Quickly, Bitterbat clasped his hands on both sides of his head to hide his ears. Thankfully, the constant movement of the rink and the flickering of the lights were enough to keep people distracted, or at least blame whatever they did see on a trick of the lights.

Amara was still surprised at such an extreme reaction, struggling to stifle a giggle as she covered her mouth. Upon gathering himself, Bitterbat's golden eyes locked on target, narrowing as he made eye contact.

A random roller rink goer passed across Amara's vision and within the mere seconds Bitterbat was obscured from her view, he had seemingly vanished.

The smile on her face faltered into a wobbly nervous grin as a shudder ran down her spine. She knew that look he shot her before he disappeared.

It wasn't a look of anger.

It was a look of "I am going to get you".

Within seconds, their position had switched from king and queen to predator and prey.

There was some safety in the fact they were in public as it meant Bitterbat couldn't do anything extreme like he could at home. But this was also Bitterbat.

He was known for being unpredictable.

Especially with her.

Gulping, Amara turned on her heel and sped up to better match the current of the rink. She never felt fear for Bitterbat, it was quite the opposite. But there was a sort of tension in the air and excitement in her veins of locking eyes with the King of Monsters and knowing he was coming for you.

She looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of where her king had gone. There was a child holding on to their dad, a quartet of teens with their arms chain link together as they skated, an old grandpa who was really feelin the vibes, but no Batty to be seen.

Her eyes skipped over a couple of couples also in the rink. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It was small but she wanted to be holding hands and laughing with her own partner. Or spinning around and singing to Whitney Houston over the radio like the two young skaters a couple feet away from her. A thought that was immediately scrapped from her mind as she saw them miss a beat and topple over each other, wiping out on the polished floor. A couple "Ooos" and "Ouches" echoed among the other skaters.

"I want somebody to dance with me but not like that." She winced hissed in sympathetic pain as she turned her gaze away from the scene.

"That's my queue then!"

Amara immediately turned her head forward towards the voice and got a face full of puppy. And puppies. All she managed out was a squeak as she peeked out from Bitterbat's chest to see his wide grinning expression. Due to the darkness of the inner rink, his golden eyes stood out in the darkness. The shifting neon lights helped to blend in the feature.

He was snickering, obviously proud of catching her off guard. She had panicked, worry on her face as her mind flashed back to the fallen pair. She was concerned about sharing the same fate, only for Bitterbat to let her go, opting to skate backwards to face her.

"As much as I'd like to cuddle on the rink, I'd like to avoid us being the second couple they gotta scrape off the floor." He stuck out a purple and forked tongue at Amara who merely looked bewildered at his sudden appearance.

"W-where did you--"

"I was here, I was just outta sight 'til I was ready to pounce~" Bitterbat raised a hand, curling his fingers to mimic claws. Though, it wasn't necessary as he already had his out. A little boy near them seemed entranced with the razor points. A "WHOA-" escaping him as they skated by.

"Alright well, no pouncing in public. We're on a date. And that means," Amara reached out, grabbing Bitterbat's hand. His claws retracted and his mischievous demeanor melted into a look closer resembling a curious kitten. "No more disappearing acts."

A look of guilt immediately came to Bitterbat's face and he quickly locked fingers with Amara, his grip tightening like she'd go poof herself as payback. His eyes got big and shiny, like he was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Ah, I'm sorry Sweetie Pie! I'll stick right by you!" Now Amara felt guilty. She didn't mean to come off so harsh to him and she had started to open her mouth to correct herself when Bitterbat had suddenly moved again.

He had released her hand, only to grab it at a different angle with his other hand as he twisted to skate next to her, facing forward now. It didn't take much for him to pull her in, her body pressing against his side and he purred. The stage and speakers in the ceiling dulled the sound but she could feel the strong vibrations of his body rocking through hers.

"So good luck running away from me now~"

She knew if it weren't for the constant momentum and the clunkiness of the skates in close proximity, he'd be nuzzling his head against hers. But alas, as she caught a glimpse of the catastrophic couple from earlier limping away from the rink, they both figured this was as safe of intimacy they could get.

Amara just chuckled.

After a few laps around the rink, Amara noticed some people rolling patterns as they went. Most settled for a casual sway from side to side. Bitterbat also noticed, motioning their bodies in a similar fashion.

It was small motion at first, making sure their bodies were synced before they began to swivel like a two-segmented snake, gaining a quick yet still safe speed.

The sudden rush along with the sensation of having Bitterbat tugging her along sent a wave of butterflies through Amara, sending her into a fit of giggles. The sound was music to Bitterbat's ears as his smile widened.

Navigating around the slower skaters, the couple swayed and swerved, lost in the euphoria of the music and each other. Bitterbat made sure to avoid sending them crashing into anyone. For a while, they felt less like they were skating on a packed roller rink in the middle of Decking and more like they were gliding in the air with the sky to themselves.

They've done such a thing numerous times before, and the feeling was both different yet similar. The woosh of the air, the sensation of their fingers locked together, Amara's bright pink glowing eyes looking back up at him.

Bitterbat's eyes widened.

Amara's deep brown hues were pink and her pupils were white, heart-shaped, and glowing. And it was certainly more intense than his own orbs.

Not wanting to disrupt her daze, Bitterbat moved fast to redirect them to a nearby outside wall where he positioned himself in front of her. His larger statue helped to hide her from the view of other skaters but the position made it seem less like protection and more like seduction.

The halt in movement seemed to bring Amara back to the present and she looked up at Bitterbat who was busy scanning her face over.

Amara had her location scanning, Bitterbat had his Sweetheart scanning.

And it seemed like she had passed as he let out a sigh of relief and a laugh.

"You went pink."

Amara's eyes widened and she groaned. Bitterbat's laughter only continued. It wasn't harsh and was rather light, a sign he found her reaction cute.

"Agh, dammit this always happens!" Amara rubbed at her eyes as though to scrub the Beloved hue away from them. It never worked and was just a force of habit that did nothing but make her sore and Bitterbat gently grabbed her wrists. He shook his head as he lowered himself a bit to her eye level, closing some of the distance between them.

Amara raised a brow. She knew pink and dark brown were very easy colors to differentiate and Bitterbat had better eyesight than her. There wasn't a need for him to be right up in her face.

But the second she opened her mouth to ask what he was up to, her lips were covered by his own and a muffled squeak was all she could muster.

It was a quick kiss but just enough that she felt something dart past her lips and run over her tongue and bail out of her mouth.

And when Bitterbat pulled away, Amara could see the forked culprit as it returned to his mouth. A smug grin sat on Bitterbat's face as he ate up her reaction.

"All clear!"

"I swear to god, you are a menace-" Amara did her best to sound mad but she couldn't hold in her laughter.

"Hey, you're the one who's in charge of kicking my ass when I am one." Bitterbat winked at her as he straightened back up, his gaze refocusing on her mouth. The smile on his face twitched.

Amara only rolled her eyes as she moved away from the wall with full intentions of rejoining the rink. "Whatever, Batty. I'll kick your ass later on tonight--" Her movement was halted by Bitterbat grabbing her hand.

"Actually, you might wanna go to the bathroom first or you're gonna be kicking my ass a lot sooner than you planned." The corners of Bitterbat's mouth wobbled and Amara squinted in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Lipstick." Was the Monstrum's quick response. It was obvious he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Wha-Batty I'm not wearing lipstick." The Beloved's confusion only grew.

"Well you certainly are now!" Bitterbat broke into a fit of giggles. Amara's mouth turned into a solid straight line as her brain cells finally processed Bitterbat's warning.

She rarely wore lipstick but Bitterbat constantly did.

Specifically the kind that left purple prints all over whatever his lips were just on.

And he just kissed her.

Amara simply tightened the grip on his hand, the same he had just grabbed her with, as she redirected herself from the rink towards the bathroom. She shook her head, unable to hide the smile on her face from just how ridiculous a situation this was.

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely getting your ass later on tonight." Amara had been referring to her job as a Hero and he as a Villain.

But due to the vagueness of her statement, Bitterbat seemed to perk up at what was a halfhearted threat. "Well, don't forget you gotta kick it first~"

Amara could only cover her face with her freehand as she tried to hide the pink glow of her eyes again.

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