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Character works-

Steve Harrington

Gator Tillman

Eddie Munson

He’s soooo cute I love him

I know he would be completely fine dealing with a bubbly hyperfem girlfriend like omg. He would love watching you pick outfits and do your hair and let you whine and whine about whatever bugs you. I just wanna leave kiss marks all over his dumb face

Gator is suchhh an annoying baby when he's sick omg. He's one of those men who make it seem worse than it is so you give him the best treatment.

"Sweetiee..! need medicine,"'m dying" he whines the same way he's been whining since you told him he might have a cold. "I can't give you anything on an empty stomach, Gator" you scold him while offering him a sleeve of crackers. He stares at the crackers, finally quiet for a few seconds. "I want soup instead." He's like a demanding, bratty child.

Gator does end up following you into the kitchen when he deems himself too bored. A blanket draped over his shoulders, his footsteps loud and heavy. "I'm hungry" "I just started, Gator. You're such a pain” “You’re a pain” he mumbles in a bratty tone as he wanders off.

He also insists that you have to feed him. He acts like he’s too weak to do anything but complain and whine at you for things. “Can you feed me?” “Really, Gator?” You huff as you sit beside him. You can tell he was being a big baby about the whole situation; pouty lips, almost forced looking tired expression, slight whine in everything he said. “..only because you’re being such a baby” you sigh, finally convinced Gator wasn’t going to leave you alone about this. “You like me like this, ‘m your baby” he grumbles as you bring a spoon to his lips. “..you can make me tea soon, right?”

Unfortunately he’s also the kind of person who pretends to be sick longer than he really is. He insists you pack him soup in a thermos when he has to go back to work, he swears you’re the best nurse on the entire planet when you simply buy him a pack of cough drops. It’s only when you withhold kisses from him to “stop the sharing of germs” does he miraculously gets better.

Sweetheart! Gator always visits you at work. He loves to show up unannounced while your busy to tease you for a bit before inevitably giving you some money “just because”

“I don’t need to get tipped for doing nothing, Gator” “Alright, okay..give me a kiss and I’ll tip you for that?”

Sweetheart! Gator is obsessed with anything you do. It looks like he’s watching his favorite show when he’s really just watching you make yourself a snack or pick out a movie. He loses his sense of personal space when he watches you. You’d turn to ask if he wanted a snack or drink only to bump into him the second you turn. “Oh-Hello..do you mind backing up?” “You don’t want me close? What did I do to deserve getting punished? I’m just—c’mon, let me stay close t’ya.”

Sweetheart! Gator who almost always lets you pick what to do for date night. A movie, dinner, shopping, summer swimming..he does get severely annoyed when you try to pay for any of it though. He huffs and groans-he’ll even take your wallet if you get too persistent about paying for your items.

Sweetheart! Gator who insists you model every outfit before date night as well. Any dress, skirt, shorts, or swimsuit must be modeled before you leave the house. Not because he would make you change, he rarely ever made you do that. He just liked to admire you like his prize. Like you were something he won-Like you made him a winner at something.

Sweetheart! Gator who lovesss tasting your lipgloss or chapstick. He loves to steal quick pecks and mumbles his guess of the flavor. “Mh..strawberry?” a whisper against your lips that made your smile go wide and your heart melt. “Mhm..good job.” He also has a habit of buying you dozens of flavored lip products-you have enough for a life time because of him.

part one: here !

Gator isn’t even sure why someone like you is into him.

Going out of your way to make him hear or smell you was nearly frustrating to him. It only reminded him that he doesn’t have the ability to really see who’s flirting with him. All he knows is you smell nice, you feed him well, and you have keychains that sound like a cat bell. He can’t even begin to imagine what you see in him.

“Gator!” You catch him on his way back into his apartment-he could barely suppress his groan when he heard the click click click of your heels hurriedly approaching him. He manages to force his irritation to come out as a sigh, his voice a familiar annoyed grumble in response. “What’s it now, doll?” “Do you want some cookies?” “I’m okay. I still have left over pie” he huffs, gesturing in your direction with a dismissive wave “you just want me fat.” The giggle you give him in response was like a wind chime, melodic in a way that could almost annoy him. “I’m not making you fat-I wouldn’t mind you fat anyhow” “Fat and blind? Gee, what a way to get a lady’s attention” his voice was much more bitter now-not at you, more so just..frustrated.

“Well..” you began again, quieter this time as if you didn’t want to frustrate him further. “…Want me to cook you a real dinner?” The offer hung in the air. Rejecting you would feel wrong-you like him, he likes you. Accepting? That would make him feel small. He didn’t want to be the one asked out, he saw that as a man’s job, the other way around felt like even more humiliation on top of it all.

His hesitation made you back pedal, taking it as rejection before he could say anything. “Sorry-Dumb question-” he pouts as he hears you move away from him this time. “No—! No-just..” he sighs. Frozen. Almost stuck in place until he let out a long breath and quiet grumble. “…can I come over for dinner Saturday?” And god-he could practically hear the smile in your voice. “Yes! Absolutely-Saturday works fine!”

Date nights with Gator always reminds you that he’s really got a soft spot for you.

If you get emotional during whatever movie he groaned about you picking, he’ll comfort you in his own odd way. The second he hears a sniffle or an exasperated sigh he’s huffing and wrapping an arm around you. “You always do this” he’d grumble as he offers you your beverage. “You’re such a big baby about everything. It’s fake, don’t ya’ know that?” He grumbles like you were such a hassle. He really enjoys this though. He won’t say it out loud, but he likes that you’re able to emotionally express yourself around him the way you do..even if it’s just crying over a movie.

“Come on, jus’ wipe y’eyes” he grumbles at you. “I-it’s a good movie” you mumble back in a whiny voice, it’s too bad you can’t see him smiling to himself as you use his shirt as a tissue. “..you wanna turn it off?” “not yet..” “…you just wanna get babied, huh?” “You’ll just put on a dumb action movie.” He scoffs at that, rolling his eyes while groaning like you actually offended him. “You said you liked those” “-I said I like watching them with you” you quickly reply back. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to mold your body against his. “Whatever. You wanna get babied? I’ll treat you like a baby then.” He keeps you laid on his chest, rough hand moving up your shirt to rub up and down your back like you really needed to be soothed and consoled. “Poor baby. Can’t do anything without crying, hm? Y’just need me to deal with you all the time.”

A girl who wears skirts to her knees and owns dozens of pretty sweaters and blouses. Tights and stockings, modest dresses, never ever showing too much.

“You’re real pretty” he always mumbles to you. “Y’so smart for dressing like this..not letting anyone see ya.’” Constantly reminding you how obsessed he is with the purity your outfits radiate. He’s almost too obsessed with the lack of skin you show. He loves to watch you dress, he loves to take you shopping and watch you try on those soft cardigans over pretty dresses with Peter-Pan collars that make you look like your dressing for the wrong decade.

“Y’leave so much to the imagination” he mumbles during a movie, clearly paying more attention to you than the scenes on the screen in front of him. Eyeing you like he wanted to make you squirm. “..’s better when girls don’t dress slutty all the time.” You can’t really find a response. What could you reply with? Whenever you didn’t have the words, Gator always spoke for you. “You dress like you’re ready to be my wife already.”

Gator is no doubt possessive over you. Never lets you leave without getting a good, long look at your outfit. “Pretty as ever, mama,” he’ll mumble as you twirl for him-slowly, just as he had instructed, allowing him to take in all the details of your perfect outfit. “Mhm..” he hums again, walking forward and pressing his rough palm to your hip to still you. “..jus’ make sure nobody gets any ideas about my girl, alright?” A gruff and low whisper, almost like a threat. “Can’t let anyone think you’re anything less than mine”

Steve is a known show off. His clothes, his talents, his body, and his girlfriend.

Since that day Eddie came home early and learned some ‘things’, Steve became more of a show off. He’s not sure if Steve knows what he heard at first, but Steve smiled at Eddie in the hallway when he finally came out of his bedroom.

Eddie tried to act casual about the whole thing. Pretending all was normal, like he didn’t hear what he heard. He still treated Steve as a friend, still watched bad TV and movies with you two, and he pretended not to notice the way Steve would flaunt you and show off during. His big hands rubbing your legs, kissing your cheek loud enough to hear, pushing his hands up your top and then glancing over at Eddie to check if he was watching while you’re whispering lectures to Steve. “Stop that!” and “Sh-Eds is right there!”

There have been two times he walked in on intimate moments where Steve was clearly trying to put on a show. The first time he saw it you two were on the couch. Making out, Steve’s hands drawing up and down your back..Steve’s eyes flittered open, glancing at Eddie with those honey brown eyes half lidded while dramatically moaning into your mouth. You didn’t even notice Eddie coming in or immediately exiting. It was the second time when you noticed him; bent over the kitchen counter, Steve already deep inside. You froze when Eddie walked through the door, stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve just groans as he moves his big hands to cover your chest. “Hey, man..wasn’t expecting you” he grumbles while leaning in to press his broad chest to your back. You two just watched as Eddie practically ran to his room without even slipping on the clothes you two tore off one another.

Once dresses you quickly went after Eddie, not even able to keep eye contact as you whispered apologizes and stammered for forgiveness to Eddie while he sat stiffly on the edge of his bed. “I-I really am sorry, Eds, I didn’t think y-you’d be home so soon and—” “-It’s fine. It’s fine, isn’t it Eddie?” Steve boldly teases with a smug grin. He steps closer, eying Eddie the same way he eyes you. “…You didn’t really mind, right? Hm? Wanna keep watching?”

Eddie Munson has learned he lives with perverts.

Old Eddie wig tests….oh I miss my rocker boyfriend

I saw your recent post about ways of flirting with blind!Gator and it sounded very similar to my girl @basicallydjo PURFUME fic.

I'm guessing you read and liked it lol, it was such a cute fic.

Hi hi! I haven’t had the time to read anything long recently but I am SO happy I took the time to read the Perfume Fic !! My little blurb was actually pretty similar and actually based off of this adorable screenshot..LOL !!