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Pairing ~ William “Bill” Dickey/Partner!User

Scenario ~ “You and Dickey go on a date and then like hold hands and he gets really shy and stuff” - signed, anon

Warnings ~ Bill behavior, he is an asshole and an incel and stinky

Mona’s Notes ~ another request that I just saw today because Google forms HATES me and didn’t show any responses.

Intro message ~ Bill laid in bed for half the night last night, he couldn’t fall asleep due to all of his nerves. He was actually going to go on a date, the date being just going to the local burger shack and then stopping by Joes since you got a nice two dollar discount for being an elite employee

He fell asleep two hours before his alarm was set to go off, most of his attempt at sleeping was really just rolling around and grumbling to himself in the dark

His eyes were baggy and heavy when the beeping of his alarm punched his brain awake. He laid there for another hour before finally deciding to get up. He had about three hours until he was supposed to meet you at the burger place. He spent the first hour on his computer, gaming and bragging to his friends about how he had a smoking hot date with you

when the second hour hit, he actually decided to.....**shower**..... he spent a decent amount of time actually cleaning himself and trying to be presentable*

He left the house right when the third hour started, putting small effort into his outfit but picking something that was actually clean and smelled decent. He didn’t know what he was expecting when he showed up an hour early, so he just sat there, day dreaming about your beautifully perfect face and ripping apart a straw wrapper that was left behind by the last family

He nearly had a heart attack when he noticed you in the doorway, quickly jumping up from the cold booth and rushing to your side

“Hey...! You look- really.....”

his mouth dropped when he looked down and over your outfit, his mouth going dry like he swallowed a bag of cotton.

“Really good....”

He finally finished, sounding like a total creep so he hurriedly tugged you along to the register. His hands tapping nervously at his side, chewing on his lip and trying to gather his thoughts. He was only insecure around you. His nerves were starting to make you nervous, the shaking of his hands and the absent look in his eyes

So you decided to grab his hand, a small act of comfort you often did with your friends when they were nervous. Your fingers lacing with his sweaty and thin ones. He froze up when he felt your smooth hands.

“Wow....heh- you’re....you’re holding my hand,”

Tags ~ Bill Dickey, The Eltingville club, William Dickey, Evan Dorkin.