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The Thick of It/Succession crossover fic where Ollie was on Erasmus at the uni Kendall went and they nearly hooked up.
#personal#lol#succession#the thick of it#ollie reeder#kendall roy#the mortification ken would feel when the news runs the story about the opposition of the uk senior press advisor who couped his mentor khs#lmao#cringe fail boys#they both made kills#or whatever#metaphor#idk#they match
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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 6x22 | “Grave”
#btvsedit#btvs#buffythevampireslayeredit#buffy the vampire slayer#creations#buffyseries#buffysource#dailybtvs#xander harris#willow rosenberg#sorry if this scene doesn't get to you#but i for one am a big fan of the most powerful grief-stricken queer witch in the universe#and her cringe fail loser boy best friend who loves her unconditionally#i did almost choose to gif one of the giles/anya moments because those in this ep are very good#but come on. it's this scene.
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#disco elysium#digital art#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#judit minot#jean vicquemare#im sorry if this joke has been done before#Kim likes it when Harry is a cringe fail loser
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obsessed
#nagito komaeda#izuru kamukura#komahina#kamukoma#danganronpa#danganronpa 2#sdr2#you ever see two cringe fail boys#and they also think the other one is kinda pathetic? yeah
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My babygirl uwu
#ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYYY AGAIN#i drew chip last year for my bday so im doing it again babeyyy-#my art#art#artists on tumblr#digital art#procreate#doodle#ipadpro#fanart#jrwi fanart#jrwi riptide#jrwi show#jrwi chip#chip lastname#chip jrwi#chip james#my favorite cringe fail boy loser son
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Favorite part of bg3 is when Dark Urge lines trigger at absolutely ridiculous times. Me going to help Gale up and my Durge yelling "IM COMiNG foR YoU" in the most threatening way possible that probably made Gale think that he wasn't going to be helped but rather made a skin suit of. My Durge yelling "KILL KILL KILL" before slipping on a grease puddle and eating shit and proceeding to lay there while Lae'zel ends the fight
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Taking pictures of this weird man in my house
#Fluffernutter#he looks cursed to me with flash#pigeon#pet pigeon#i know to other people Fluffernutter is this cute cartoon looking pigeon who is adorable.#to me Fluffernutter is a rowdy room mate who humps stuff in front of god and everyone#and he trips over stuff and pretends he ment to do that#he is like a frat boy#a rich one specifically#but he is also my beloved cringe-fail bird
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big fan when people put leo in a haori with this particular pattern
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#my art#rise of the turtles#rise of the tmnt#put these boys in more haoris!#“donnie's my favorite” i whisper to myself as i draw leo again#his swagless ways are just more fun to draw#cringe fail loser /aff
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It’s so over for me
Realistically he’s probably gone forever but SEASON TWO BABYY one can hope
#number one Gabriel Montez fan 🔥#oouaghhh I love him so much#I wish he was real so I could beat him up in real life#cringe fail boy#my little cutie patootie . my silly rabbit#jrwishow#jrwi#jrwi podcast#jrwi art#jrwi the suckening#the suckening#jrwi suckening#jrwi gabriel#jrwi Gabriel Montez#gabriel montez#jrwi emizel tucker#jrwi emizel#emizel tucker#bloody rivalry#jerma burger#beetles art
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#school is out so I'm finally free to make cringe fail fan art all the time now#THERE IS A FULL COMIC POSTED#these Boys have a vice grip on my mind#my art#spideypool#i will probably repost this later without the spelling mistake#deadpool#fanart#spiderman#meet cute#fanfiction#fan comic
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Part 1 / tag list below the cut
“I’m quitting,” Eddie declares, “I’m out. Call me a tree, ‘cause I’m leaving. Call me a banana, ‘cause I’m splitting. T-t-t-t-that’s all, folks!” he adds, doing his best impression of Porky Pig’s signature stammering.
Chrissy’s laser focus doesn’t stray from her monitor, even when Eddie bodily throws himself into the chair across her desk with a long, strangled groan. Wordlessly, she raises her left index finger at him in a silencing gesture. With her brows furrowed in concentration, she drags her mouse around on its pad and double-clicks something on her screen before nodding decisively to herself. After another few clicks, she finally lowers her finger, raises her eyes, and meets Eddie’s gaze.
“Would you mind grabbing what I just printed? Please?” she asks, smiling at him imploringly.
Chrissy could ask Eddie to bleach his hair and shave off an eyebrow and he’d do it. She’s actually who he has to thank for landing such a cushy job with HHH—a referral from a trusted associate like her goes a long way in a place like this.
And despite Eddie’s many complaints about becoming a corporate sellout, he can’t deny that it certainly has its perks. The office is only a ten-minute commute from his apartment, the compensation agreement he signed amounted to more money than his last two jobs combined, his benefits package is frankly ridiculous, and he gets to work with one of his best friends in the world. Overall, not a bad gig.
Even so, he makes a show of sighing, loud and longsuffering, before doing as Chrissy asks, leaving her office to grab her job off the printer. Eddie knows she works in HR and some of her stuff can get pretty confidential, so he doesn’t even try to skim the contents of the page as he walks it back over to her.
“Here,” he says, thrusting the paper at Chrissy facedown.
“Thanks!” she says. She makes no moves to take it from him. “That’s for you, actually.”
Curious, Eddie takes the paper back and flips it over. In the center of the page is a graphic of safety sign one might find in a cartoon factory, though Chrissy had edited the original from “[___] Days Since Last Accident” to “[___] Days Since Eddie Last Threatened to Quit His Job”. There’s a big red zero in the counter box.
Eddie tries to glower down at Chrissy, but it’s sort of hard to maintain when she bursts into laughter. It’s been years, but the sound of Chrissy laughing like this, all bright and breathless and unrestrained, never fails to transport him back to his (third) senior year of high school, when they first became friends over a failed drug deal.
“Don’t be cute,” Eddie says with a laughable lack of authority, dropping heavily back down into the chair.
“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Chrissy counters, brow raised archly.
Eddie rolls his eyes, crumpling the page into a ball and lobbing it in between them.
Chrissy lets the ball land harmlessly on her desk before sweeping it into the trashcan by her feet. “Just so you know, I’ve had that saved on my desktop since Monday—and I haven’t had to edit the days count a single time.”
Eddie scoffs, but it’s hard to defend himself when this current visit marks the fifth day in a row he’s floundered into her office, vainly announcing his resignation. “Yeah, well,” he says weakly, “printing it seems like a gross misuse of company resources.”
“What are you going to do, report me?” Chrissy says with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
“Let me guess: you’re the one who receives those reports?” Eddie says dryly.
“Yep!” she says cheerfully. “Now, go on and tell me about your latest trainwreck of an interaction with Steve Harrington.”
“Christ, Chris!” Eddie hisses, leaping to his feet and immediately spinning around to check if anyone was around to hear her damning words. The coast is clear, luckily, but he still scrambles to shut her office door before falling back into his chair. “You can’t just go around saying his name all willy-nilly.”
“He’s not gonna suddenly appear if you say his name three times, Eddie. See, watch. Steve. Steve. St—”
“Don’t risk it!” Eddie squawks loudly, cutting her off.
“You’re an absolute mess,” she says through a laugh, shaking her head at him.
And well, Chrissy’s not wrong.
Eddie’s been a mess since Monday morning, when he unknowingly produced, directed, and starred in The Roast of Steve Harrington. He blames his shitty memory for forgetting what floor his new office was on—if he’d known he was sharing the elevator with someone he could have potentially worked with (let alone someone whose surname made up a third of the company name), he wouldn’t have opened his big, fat mouth in the first place.
When he finally gathered the courage to make it back down to the fifty-second floor and show his face at the HHH office, he kicked off his onboarding with Chrissy with a strangled, “I know it’s my first day and I technically just started ten minutes ago, but I quit. Thank you for the opportunity and good-bye forever.”
Chrissy, the traitor, spent a full five minutes laughing in his face over his shamefully recounted story before patting him twice on the head and informing him he wasn’t allowed to quit for at least six months. The overly saccharine tone of her voice alone told Eddie there was no room for argument there.
Still, that didn’t stop him from following her into her office after the all-hands meeting on Tuesday, all the while whining in her ear, “I can’t thrive in these conditions, Chrissy. Please, I beg of you—accept my sincere and humble resignation from this cursed hellscape.”
‘These conditions’ consisted of any rooms and/or conversations that contained Steve Harrington. Eddie hadn’t been expecting to see the guy doting over the catering when he walked into the conference room that afternoon, and he certainly wasn’t expecting his supervisor and trainer, Murray, to lead him over to Steve to introduce the two of them (though that was likely just an excuse to head straight for the sandwiches that were laid out for the meeting).
While Eddie choked on his own tongue trying to spit out some generic, inoffensive greeting, Steve merely watched him with an amused smirk before thrusting his hand out and offering a perfectly friendly “It’s nice to meet you, Eddie, I’m Steve”, as if Eddie didn’t have Steve’s name and face (and stupidly fit body—who the fuck looks that good in a pair of khakis?!) burnt into his memory from the day prior.
Afterward, Murray, who most assuredly did not have a filter of any kind, bluntly commented on Eddie’s awkwardness, then spent the next five minutes trying to determine if it was normal, strangers-meeting-for-the-first time awkwardness, or something more sensational. Eddie stubbornly kept his mouth shut until the meeting started.
Wednesday followed a similar pattern, with Eddie flouncing into Chrissy’s office with a dramatic “I choose to break my blood oath. At this point I’d welcome the sweet release of death if it meant I didn’t have to work here anymore.”
Chrissy just corrected him, patiently explaining that he was employed at-will, rather than by blood oath, and that if he left before his sixth month, she’d personally skin him alive. Eddie had to pause and weigh the pros and cons of being skinless. Surely it couldn’t be worse than his latest exchange with Steve—via email this time, mercifully.
He’d just learned how to field helpdesk tickets and received one from Steve Harrington himself. It was a simple enough software request ticket, so he assigned it to himself and replied with next steps, asking Steve for a code so he could remote into his computer and install the program.
Steve replied back, asking where he was supposed to find the code. It was an innocuous enough question, but then Eddie noticed something a little off about his email signature: his last name was bolded.
Eddie ignored it, assuming it was a stylistic choice—nothing to read into, surely—but then Steve sent another email shortly after to let him know to disregard his last email; he’d found the right app and was just waiting for it to generate a code. This time, Harrington was bolded and at least two sizes bigger than his first name.
Then, in Steve’s third email, sent not a minute later with the requested code, Harrington was bolded, two sizes bigger than his first name, and highlighted yellow—a tactic Chrissy found so hilarious that she had to shoo Eddie out of her office with tears in her eyes so that she could compose herself and actually get some work done.
Thursday was a blessed reprieve from Steve’s unique brand of psychological warfare, but Eddie still somehow managed to royally humiliate himself in front of him. After he slunk into her office and silently pushed a scribbled-on napkin across her desk—
Please accept this letter as my formal resignation from my position as Systems Analyst II at HHH, effective immediately. Effective yesterday. In fact, I’ll pay you back the entirety of my wages earned if we just forget I ever worked here.
—Chrissy tutted at him sympathetically before taking the napkin and reaching over to dab it at the large wet stain on his shirt.
He’d been walking back to his desk from the breakroom when he rounded a corner and bumped into Steve in the hallway. Literally bumped into, bodily contact and surprised yelps and everything. And it probably wouldn’t have been such a big deal, really, if not for the fact that he had a newly refilled mug of coffee in his hand.
“Eddie, oh my god, are you okay?”
No, Eddie wasn’t okay, because he just splashed himself with hot fucking coffee and now Steve Harrington was worriedly fussing over him and tentatively trying to mop up the liquid with his own fucking hands for some reason, and he was embarrassed (and a little turned on?) and he had to get the fuck out of there now.
“I’m okay, sorry, it’s fine—” he managed to squeak before whirling around and scurrying to the bathroom.
So yes, Eddie’s been an absolute mess the past few days, and today is no different.
…Actually, scratch that. Today is different. Today is worse.
“Okay, now spill,” Chrissy says. “What happened?”
With another drawn-out, pitiful groan, Eddie sinks down in his seat and lets his neck hang off the backrest, blinking up at the ceiling.
“Talk to me, Eds,” Chrissy says, concern starting to bleed into her voice. “If he’s actually bullying you, you can file a complaint. I have a form here somewhere.”
Eddie hears her open one of her desk drawers and reluctantly sits up. “He’s not bullying me, Mom,” he says with a huff. “We actually…we talked.”
“You talked?” Chrissy asks, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, about the elevator. Buried the hatchet and everything. I said sorry, we laughed about it, it’s over and done with.” Eddie’s gaze darts around Chrissy’s desk, searching for something to distract him from the warm and fuzzy feeling growing in his stomach at the memory of their conversation.
“That’s great, I’m so proud of you!” Chrissy says cheerfully. “But wait, if you two are good now…”
Eddie doesn’t want her to ask what she’s about to ask, because the answer might be more embarrassing than all of his other Steve stories combined.
“Why are you still going on about quitting?”
Eddie drops his face into his hands, feeling totally and utterly pathetic. “Um, because I think I’m sort of, kind of, just a little bit…in love with him?”
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tbh I didn’t think I’d be writing a second part, but if strangers on the internet validate me enough, I guess I’ll do anything~
Y’ALL. I’m blown away by the response to part one of this silly lil au. I didn’t reply to any of the lovely comments or tags, but please know if you engaged in any way (or even if you just read the fic and snorted a little through your nose at a bit you found funny) I love you with my entire heart and you’ve made my entire life.
[Now for the tag list, which I’ve never done before. Sorry if you didn’t actually want to be on here! Or, sorry if you’re stumbling upon this post on your own after asking to be tagged and I missed you oops.]
@messrs-weasley @n0-1-important @bornonthesavage @thing-a-ling @eddiemunsonswife @changenamelater @ispyblu @thesuninyaface
@invisibleflame812 @4nemo1egend @ikolanatari @mavernanche @songbird-garden @trashpocket @original-cypher @over7joyed
@commonxsenss @justdyingontheinside @mojowitchcraft @maya-custodios-dionach @justmiiriam @imzadidragonfly @lillemilly @gay-stranger-things @child-of-cthulhu @bleedingoptimism @lemanzanabizarra @melaniehere91
@iswearitsjustme @silver-snaffles @csinnamon-fox @paint-music-with-me @epicsteddieficrecs @sweetcreaturetm @hxneyfarms @bossyknow-it-all @vecnuthy @stevethehairington @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @nburkhardt
@gayngerthings @patchworkgargoyle @violetsteve @henderdads @2btheanswertothequestion
#stranger things#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie#steddie fic#modern office au#corporate steddie au#platonic hellcheer#okay obviously eddie's not actually in love with steve#in this au he's a dramatic bitch on top of being a cringe fail loser boy and it's so delightful to me#when he says 'in love with' he means in that superficial infatuated way you sometimes get#when you're suddenly super into someone you don't actually know#let him liiiive#fic writing#hbd
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Max at Marina Bay Street Circuit on September 22, 2024 by Joe Portlock
#PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY BOY#the way tumblr kills the quality never fails to make me cringe#i visibly see the quality dropping when i upload#mv33#f1#singapore24
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meant to be
#there is a special type of cringe fail boy that i love#the type is alex albon and charles leclerc#i love them your honor#charles leclerc#alex albon#f1#chalex#jo.text
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Been getting into jrwi recently^^
#just roll with it#jrwi#jrwi riptide#just roll with it riptide#uhhhh idk#also while i and I'm sure many many more love Gillion i think Chip might actually be best boy he's so cringe fail and pathetic
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He is so cringe fail I love him
#this one I like this one !!!!! the cringe fail loser type!!!! (also he reminds me of Chifuyu look wise and me thinks pookie)#haha I am bored and succumbed to downloading it haha I hope this doesn’t consume my every waking thought ahaa#more thoughts to come fellas !!#also can yall guess who her predictable ass chose at the start? bet yall can’t guess!!!! 🤪🤪🤪#when I officially meet rui it’s over for yall I fear#jokes on everyone because I like my men silly and sad😌#green haired boy was also beat I almost chose him too and I love him so far#also professor Nicholas hiiii 🧎♂️🧎♂️ looking respectfully for a friend of a friend of a friend#tokyo debunker#kaito
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i think ren/martyn/cleo would be a rlly funny ship. their board game nights would be wild
#my art#fanart#mcyt#rendog#inthelittlewood#zombiecleo#trafficshipping#'whyre u callin this ship art theyre just hangin out' hangin out is romantic. to me <- aspec as hell#also i put way too much thought inta the actual monopoly board KJAWKJREKWJ#rens the dog cleos the iron martyns the shoe#favourite part of this piece is that if u look at rens piece on the board its in jail#cringe fail dog moment#i forgotta draw dice but martyn just landed on onea cleos most expensive properties they own alla the big boy locations#cleo is kish's design btw. cause im their special guy n they said i could use their designs whenever :handsome:#also just remembered its literally just cleos vtuber design now LMAO
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