#you can tag as chex if you'd like

[submarinefleet]

Maybe Tex was the first fragment because Alpha's first response to stress was the desire for someone to come save him, like how Allison once saved Dr. Church from bullies. Maybe that’s why she wants to save him, and keeps coming back?...

[h0wlcastle]

reenactment of average tinder conversation when i was dumber of ass and 100% genuinely trying my best:

random guy: i wish i could bring u to the movies, but they don't let you bring ur own snacks😒😜😜😘

me: ahaha well. i usually just sneak them in. in my pockets or a bag or something. the concession stand is so expensive. and tbh i have walked in openly carrying a taco bell bag and large baja blast. i don't think they care anymore

random guy: ill sneak you in😏😍

me: that would never be necessary, i don't mind paying for my ticket when i go see a movie.

random guy: yeah well ill put my ticket into your booth🎟🗳🥴😫😳

me: i think there's been a misunderstanding here. i don't work at the movie theater

random guy: ok. i can put your booth🍑 to work. with my ticket🍆

me: i think id have to apply and be interviewed first. you can't just go behind the ticket booth wearing a little vest and a name tag and start taking peoples tickets. i wouldn't even get paid. seems like a bad idea.

me: ohh haha are those the snacks you'd bring? 🍑🍆 just got that! you must eat healthy. id bring chex mix or doritos probably.

random guy: im trying to say ur sexy and i want to fuck you.

me: oh! that's nice

me: so you have a. ticket booth kink? movie theater kink?

random guy: maybe if it's with u

me: i mean that's super interesting and unique but i dont really get it so ill have to pass. sorry!

random guy has unmatched you

I hate it when people message first with cheesy pickup lines on dating apps

Im too autistic to know what to say to that other than "haha. good one" and im not sure that's the reaction they're going for

[sweet-villain]

It's You Who I Wanna Chase~ Steve Harrington 

Requested? : Yes

Anonymous asked:

Than can I request a fic thing for Steve where the reader is the older protective sister of Eddie who will do any and everything to prove Eddie is innocent even if that means having to work with her former highschool enemy Harrington. Reader doesn't know that Steve has changed for the better she still sees him as King Steve. Reader keeps trying to deny her feeling throughout the journey however when she notices all the changes in Steve. It all comes out though when Eddie accuses reader of being jealous of Nancy

" Hey! that's mine" you grumbled reaching over to your brother grabbing the back of Chex mix from him that he took as soon as you looked away.

" Sharing is caring" Eddie says as he grabs a handful of chex mix into his hand, making you pout and squirm in your seat. " Butthead' you muttered under your breath, glaring at him. He stuck his tongue out at you in reply to the comment.

Your gaze caught to the King himself Steve Fucking Harrington who walked the cafeteria liked he owned the place. He always hanging around his toxic friends and acting like a jerk. But you can't get him out of your head with that luscious hair and the way he would strut into the room.

A slam of hands on the table brought you out of your thoughts.

" Where did you just go now, double trouble?" your bother asked, eyeing you.

" No where, I'm here" but you slouch in your seat and knowing if you looked at the King himself, your brother wouldn't let it go.

-

" Hey Y/N" Dustin greets you, " do you know if anyone would help Eddie hide?"

Eddie went into hiding from the police, and that jackass, Jason. Jason had believed that he had something to do with Chrissy's death. He was hunting him.

You haven't been with Eddie and Chrissy when this happened, you had your own thing after school to deal with. You were worried where Eddie might of gone and hoped he was okay.

" yes, I think I know. There is a drug dealer named Reefer Rick that Eddie talks about here and there. From what I heard, he is probably hiding in his house or something" you tell Dustin, nodding your head that you were probably right about that.

You were worried about your brother, he was your best friend and you two would tease each other and butt heads from time to time, but he was the person you'd always find comfort in, always the person who knew what to say to make things better, he was your big brother and you didn't want anything to happen to him.

" Mind if I tag along?" you ask, Dustin shakes his head. " If Eddie is there, the more the happier and less frightened he will be" you hopped into the car, not knowing that King Steve was coming along too. Scowling at him as you sat down, you mumbled the address to him as he sped off.

-

" Eddie! Hey butthead! you shouted in hopes to finding him beginning to search the empty house for him, worried and hands feeling clamy that something might of happen to him.

Your eyes looked everywhere, searching for the curl metal head of a brother that you love so much. But, he appears to be no where in sight and that made your heart race.

" Where are you, Edward?" you mumbled to yourself. Your eyes set on the boathouse, maybe, just maybe Eddie would be hiding there.

" Hey!" you called out to the rest, running is what you heard, Steve bumping into Dustin.

" What is it?" Steve asked you. You rolled your eyes at him, scoffing stepping aside from him. He rose his eyebrow at your action, but shrugged it off and focused on what you were saying.

" I think he's at the boathouse, over there" you explained as you pointed towards it.

You and rest slowly made your way to the boathouse, making sure you were quite in case someone might jump up or something. You placed your arms across the group, being in front.

" Let me go first" you whispered to them, " he might not jump at the sight of me." They all nodded with some protest from Steve, which Dustin shot him a look at.

You slowly opened the door and peered insides, " Butthead?" you softly whispered as you walked into the boathouse, the others slowly following you in.

Eddie popped up from where he was hiding and ran to you, his arms wrapping around you and buries his face into your hair. You hug him tight, smiling into his jacket now knowing he was okay.

" Y/N" he says as he pulls away, smiling down at you before giving you a noogy messing up your hair which you grumbled trying to fix it.

" Thanks so much, butthead" you pouted which caused Steve to laugh. You shot him a glare which made his put his hands up, and step back.

" You're okay" you mumbled to Eddie, who peers down at you and nods. You pull him into another hug, tight. He hugs you back just as tight, " Don't you dare leave me like that again, you hear me or you'll be sorry. You hear me?" you pulled away grabbing his jacket, eyes a bit glossy.

His gaze softens, " I hear you, little one. I hear you" he pulls you into him with one arm kissing your forehead.

-

" Why are you interested in Harrington all of sudden?" Eddie comes up to you, standing next to you as he looks at Steve whom you were watching.

" I'm not" Eddie laughs, looking over to you.

" Don't bullshit me, little one. You like him, I get it"

" So what if I do? It's not like I'm Nancy Wheeler that he'll fall for me just like he fell for her? I'm not Miss Perfect"

" Wait, are you really jealous of her? Come on, Y/N. You?"

You shrugged, kicking an imaginary rock with your shoes.

" You're nothing like her Y/N, yes. But you're much better than her, even though we annoy each other and tease each other, call each other names and what not. You always will be better than her, in your own way. Don't ask me, because I said so. I'm right, because I'm your big brother"

" Thank you Eddie" you shot him a side way smile peering at him from the side. He nods, taking a drag of his cigarette. " You're welcome, and hey thank you for finding me and coming, making sure I was okay"

" Always"

_

" You know, you don't have to look at me like that"

" Like what, Harrington?" he stood next to you as you leaned against the car.

" Like you hate me, I'm not what I used to be, you know?"

" You're still the same jerk king fucking Harrington of Hawkins High School. Still the jerk that parties, hangs out with the wrong crowd and acts like puppy around Nancy Wheeler"

Steve frowns his eyebrows hearing what you just said.

" That's where you're wrong Y/N. After Dustin came up to me the first time asking for help, I have been looking after him and the rest of the kids. I will do anything to protect them. I don't want to go back to the way I was. That's not me anymore, that's not who I am"

" Just because you said it, doesn't mean I believe you"

" You don't have to, but what's this I hear about Nancy Wheeler? That was ages ago, I'm not into her and I don't plan on chasing her if that's what your thinking" he chuckles.

" I'm not thinking anything, Harrington"

" It's you who I wanna chase, Munson"

This shocks your whole body as you stare at him. A smirk appears on your lips as you, " if you can handle, double trouble. Then go for it"

" I'm watching you, Harrington!" Eddie shouts from afar watching you. Steve brushes him off and winks your way, and my you can't help but the blush comes over your cheek.

[aspiratinganxiety]

i totally agree with another anon who thinks jason is v inexperienced at romance stuff - so can i request nervous cutie 19/20 year old jason confessing his feelings to his first ever girlfriend? i think that would be adorable and you'd do it justice

I love baby Jason. I’m not even shy about it. Sweet little heart all in his hands with Much Confusion about pursuing relationships because he’s been spending all his time pursuing vengeance. Ugh. Thank you for this request, Anon. Thank you. 

Tag List: @nxttime, @possiblyelven , @thepuckishrogue , @jinkies-its-a-writer , @queeniepearls (If you want to be tagged, let me know! For more fics, check out my masterlist.) 

Today is the day. He’s going to do it. It’s simple. It’s going to be simple. Even if you don’t want him, your friendship can still be salvaged. People don’t hate hearing that they’re attractive and funny, and smart, and… kind. 

So kind.

That’s maybe the only thing that’s kept him from just outright asking you any of the times you’ve been together in the last week. The chance that you’d agree to be with him only because you don’t want to hurt him. Like, what if you just fake it along, hoping that he’ll move on or you’ll find somebody new yourself? What were the odds that you’d say okay because you enjoy hanging out and there’s nobody better around? 

Is it worth it? Would he want you to just say yes, even if it’s because you’re only being nice or passing the time?

Jason doesn’t want to think about it. Being the friend you agree to take on a pity date isn’t the top worry here. There are mountains of real complications to consider if you do share an interest in being together. Namely, that he’s just skated off charges of multiple homicides and continues to commit acts of extreme violence against people on a near nightly basis. 

He thinks you kind of already know, though. Maybe not everything, but more than you’ve let on. Jason stops his train of thought and pulls in a deep breath. His mind is running away from him.

This is supposed to be simple. This is supposed to be normal. 

You are the one normal thing he has in life. 

A polite series of knocks sound at the door to his civilian apartment. You have a key, and so he knows that you’re not knocking for entry. You just like to give him a heads up before letting yourself in. 

Know better than to startle him, that’s for sure.

“I brought the stuff for puppy chow, Jay!” you titter excitedly as you breeze through his front door. You’re having a movie night, and you’ve made it all the way uptown to his apartment wearing nothing more than a sweatshirt and some pajamas. Honestly. How could anybody not love you? You rode the subway in Gotham City wearing fluffy bunny pajamas! 

God, he really just doesn’t even have a chance, does he? 

“Fantastic!” he calls in response, bolstering his false sense of cheer with the genuine happiness he feels seeing you. His nerves are still dancing, but he won’t ruin his shot before he takes it. “First though, what the hell is puppy chow? I assume it’s not actual dog food.”

You chuckle, hustling into his kitchen. The canvas bag over your shoulder reveals chocolate chips, peanut butter, powdered sugar, and some Chex. “Of course not. I told you all about it over the phone on Tuesday when I was asking you what I should bring. Do you remember the phone call on Tuesday? I mean,” you pause, momentarily halting your efforts to reach up on tiptoe and snag a large mixing bowl from the cupboard. “To be fair, you’ve been pretty out of it this week.”

“Oh?” Jason feels a trickle of nervous sweat creep from his armpit down his ribs when he lifts an arm to scratch at the back of his head. He’s wandered into the kitchen after you, taking up a post with one hip propped against the sink as he watches you work. “Whaddya mean?”

You turn to face him with an incredulous expression. The spoon just used to scoop a generous dollop of peanut butter into the bowl hangs from your mouth so that the remaining product doesn’t go to waste. Your next action is done without thought, and he knows this. That’s why it feels so wrong to watch with avid fascination as you pull the spoon from your mouth, dragging your lips over it and sucking the utensil clean. 

He watches anyway, and he sweats with more intensity. 

“Jason, are you okay? Did you get hit in the head again like you were on Christmas? I feel like maybe you’re concussed and pretending not to be… again.” 

You seem nervous too now, big sweet eyes all crinkled up in a concerned wince. He shrugs, shaking his head and desperately racking his brain for the words he’d practiced. He shifts his weight awkwardly on his feet. Patiently, you continue to stare at him with that same damn look on your sweet pretty face.

A dam breaks somewhere in his mind. All of the agonizing anxiety escapes from his mouth with the torrent of clumsy sentiments he’s been misarticulating all week: “I want to be your boyfriend.”

Understandably, you balk. “What?” 

“To be with you, I mean. Or- uh, what I meant to say was that you’re so great, and I was just wondering if maybe you thought, or felt like… or something like that?”

The spoon clatters on the counter. You scramble to keep from letting it fall to the floor, looking shocked more than concerned now. Certainly, though, you don’t look happy.

God. He’s such an idiot. He ruins everything. 

How did he butcher this so badly? 

“What are you asking me?” you say softly, as though you’re afraid of his answer. 

“Nothing, forget it.” Jason knocks his fist into his forehead a few times. “Please forget I said any of that.” 

“You’re not being fair, Jason.” You sound like you’re crying, and a whole new wave of confusion hits him.

“Excuse me?” he asks. “What does that mean?” 

Your hand presses into your belly, a tell for just how upset you’ve suddenly become. You huff a few times, rubbing back the tears pricking your eyes. “You’re gonna’ ask to be with me, but you’re not even gonna’ try to tell me first? I thought that’s what you were waiting for…”

“Hold on, what? Wait a minute-”

“Oh, come on!” You stomp your foot, a juvenile and unexpected expression of discontent. “That you’re the Red Hood. You haven’t made a real move on me because you were waiting until you told me that you were the Red Hood, right?”

His voice sounds very small: “…uh?” 

“Oh, my God.” It’s your turn to shake your head. “Seriously? If it wasn’t that then what was it?”

Honesty is the only thing Jason has left at the moment, and so he’s honest. “I’ve never dated anyone before, and I had no idea how to ask? Also,” he squints at you. “Vigilantism. Yeah. But mostly I just had no clue what I was doing. Clearly.” He motions between the two of you as though displaying a piece of evidence. 

Your face burns so hot you’re sure it’s pinker than your PJs. “Oh,” you coo, brushing some hair behind your ears and looking at your feet. “That’s my bad then. I probably should have just asked you.” 

“Yeah!” Jason points, playful accusation bold in his tone. “Yes, you should have asked me to be your boyfriend. Do you know how many weeks I’ve spent trying to think of the right things to say to you? The things I’d say if you said ‘yes,’ and I’d have to tell you about Red Hood?”

“Oh!” You’re back to being loud, sheepish demeanor entirely vanished. “Oh, so you weren’t going to tell me at all unless we were already dating?” 

“Those are the rules!”

“Whose rules?”

Jason scoffs. “Don’t ask.”  

The two of you migrate closer together throughout the discussion. Before you know it, you’re close enough to prod his side as you fire off another response.  “I already asked!” 

A chuckle escapes him in a giddy puff. You know where he’s ticklish, and you are not sorry. You jab a few more times, and he lets you. Only when an actual trill of dumb laughter threatens to leap up his throat does Jason put a stop to your paltry revenge. He snatches you up in his arms and stares down at your loosely restrained person. 

“So, we’re dating now?” He sounds hoarse and unsure. Not smooth. Not sexy. Not any of the things he was supposed to be. 

You purse your lips. “I mean, yeah. But really though, you weren’t going to tell me?” 

He shrugs, ornery and so happy he could burst.

“Jerk!” you giggle, wriggling to wrap your arms around him too.