#i bet hes never had a backstreet guy

[hellcheeriest]

i bet he's never had a backstreet guy

Twitch Streamer!Eddie x Single dad!Steve

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Summary: Introductory Chapter where we meet Steve and his son Dustin, and Eddie and his group of friends.

Content Warnings: Slight age gap (Steve is 31, Eddie is 26), bullying.

A/N: I wrote this almost two years ago and the full first chapter ended up being almost ten thousand words... and then i never finished writing the second chapter. Here's a heavily re written first chapter! I'm splitting this up much more, and this chapter is shorter than the rest will be as its mostly an intro chapter to introduce characters and their dynamics :)

w/c: 2,017

January, 2023

STEVE HARRINGTON

“Fuck, dude!” A voice blared from Dustin’s phone. The kitchen was warmly lit as Steve flipped a pancake. It was a Monday morning, and the sun’s light peaked through the crack between the curtains. The smell of bacon cooling on the counter wafted through the air, and Steve turned to give his son a disapproving glare.

“Hey, what’s with the language?” Steve asked, turning over hashbrowns in a separate, smaller pan.

“Sorry, dad. Just a streamer I’m watching.” Dustin replied as he took a sip of his orange juice. “He and his friends are like, super funny.” Steve stalked over, a full plate of breakfast in his hands. He placed it on the counter in front of Dustin, leaning over Dustin’s shoulder to view the gameplay shown on the screen. They were playing a game he vaguely recognized as something Dustin had shown him while saving up his allowance money.

A different voice sounded from the phone. A lighter one, belonging to someone who the first person referred to as ‘Chrissy.’

“Who are they?” Steve asked as he returned to the stove. Dustin took a bite of his pancakes.

“The guy is Eddie. He’s the one playing the game.” Dustin began, pausing only when his dad scolded him for talking with his mouth full. “The girl is Chrissy.”

Steve smiled as his son ranted. Dustin was typically very passionate about his interests, and Steve loved seeing his son so happy. It was too often that Dustin came home from school deflated and downright miserable. He was nerdy, and the type of kid that was bullied even back when Steve was in school. Apparently times haven't changed.

“You really like these guys, huh?” Steve asked, thoughtful, as he turned off the burners and brought the now empty pans to the sink.

“Yeah!” Dustin began, practically bouncing in his seat. “Their friend group is all super cool, and Eddie-” He took a moment when the man- Eddie, cracked a joke that made Chrissy laugh. “Eddie used to be bullied, too. And he’s super cool, so…” Steve sent his son a small, sad smile. He walked over to Dustin, and pulled him into a hug. “He just makes me feel better.”

“Well,” Steve ran a hand through Dustin’s curly hair. “I’m glad he makes you feel better. As long as you don’t get a swearing problem, got it?” He asked, smirking.

Dustin broke into a smile, nodding.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dustin gulped down the rest of his orange juice. “I'm finished eating, can we get going? I don't want to be late for school!”

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EDDIE MUNSON

Eddie @/hellfyre

streaming among us with friends :)

@/bluefille

@/rockinrobin

@/jefftheekiller

@gareththatsme

@/grrant

twitch.tv/hellfyre

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Chris @/bluefille

Can’t wait! :)

Rob @/rockinrobin

im here against my will.

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Eddie’s room was dark, the light of his monitors casting a shadow behind him. He sighed and slid down in his chair. He was deafend in the discord call with most of his friends and he loaded up the game, his cursor hovering over the ‘Go Live’ button. He ran a hand through his slightly unkempt hair, thankful for the fact he hasn’t shown his face yet. He wasn't even sure he owned a camera minus the one built into his monitors. Taking a deep breath, Eddie presses the button and lets his ‘Stream starting soon’ screen play out.

Quickly the viewer count rose from a few hundred to a couple thousand, and after five minutes Eddie unmuted his microphone.

“Hey chat!” He grinned at the spamming of emotes in the chat. “Today, as you know, we’re doing among us with corroded coffin and friends. Robin and Chrissy, my personal favourites, but don’t tell the guys that.” He laughed. “Jeff and Gareth just got back from vacation so hopefully they suck, and Austin has yet to join us.”

Eddie pulled up a picture of his guitar and shrank it down to cover where the room code would go.

“Among us in 2023?” He read from the chat. “You know it.”

Eddie undeafened in discord, the loud voices of his friends instantly shot through his headphones.

“Gareth, you prick!” Robin shouted down her microphone. “Take that back you heathen.”

“God, Robin. Mind telling me what the hell is going on?” Eddie asked.

“Gareth’s flaunting his relationship with Jeff! Practically rubbing it in my face! He’s basically making fun of how I don’t have a girlfriend.” Robin whined and Gareth laughed.

“Can we please just start the game? I don’t want to deal with this debate anymore!” Jeff pleaded.

“You’re just asking that because you get all flustered whenever Gareth gushes about you.” Chrissy added, her voice soft as ever.

“Yeah, Jeff, we get it. You’re in a happy relationship and you hold hands and blah blah blah.” Eddie joked, putting on a New Yorker accent.

“Hey, leave my mans alone.” Gareth said and Jeff groaned, causing everyone else to laugh. “I’m making the room.”

“Sorry guys, my mom just called. I gotta go.” Robin said, her raspy voice wavering as she tried not to laugh, giving her away.

“Fuck you Robin.” Gareth retorted and Robin cackled. “I’m posting the code in the discord, assholes.

“I’m too sober for this.” Austin said, finally deciding to speak up after joining to the pandemonium.

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It had been an hour and a half straight of playing among us, and Eddie was starting to get a headache. His throat was sore from the accent he chose to do in the last round they played.

“Well, guys. I still have to eat dinner so I should get going.” Eddie confessed, rubbing his eyes.

“Okay, Eddie! Enjoy your dinner.” Chrissy yawned. It was eight PM for the both of them, and Chrissy’s childhood habit of going to bed on time carried over to adulthood and it was her wind down time by now

“Night man.” Gareth said, and wishes of a good rest from Jeff, Robin and Austin followed. Eddie returned the gesture and hung up. He bid farewell to his viewers before shutting down his stream and turning off his computer. He stretched, before standing up and leaving his small bedroom and heading to the small kitchenette of his apartment. He grabbed one of the TV dinners that sat in his freezer and threw it in the microwave for a few minutes.

He walked to his bathroom and grabbed an elastic off of the counter, wrapping it around his hair before leaning over the sink and splashing water over his warm face. After rubbing a towel down his face, he leaned on the counter and stared into the mirror, taking in his appearance.

He wouldn't say he was insecure of his looks, but it was a daunting thing to think about when his side of the internet were constantly talking about how devastatingly hot he must be.

What if they didn't like how he looked?

That was a thought that rarely crossed his mind. He prided himself on the fact that he didn't care what others thought, and really, after years of bullying he'd grown a tough shell. So no, he wouldn't care about what others thought. He only thought like this when he was drunk or tired, and he wasn't drunk. The dark purple of his under eyes confirmed it was the latter.

They stood out against the pale skin of his face, similar to how the black of his self-cropped Metallica shirt he'd gotten at a concert and dark tattoos that ran all down his torso clashed with his almost fragile looking flesh.

Thank you iron deficiency. And college.

He'd just skimmed by and managed to graduate on his third attempt at senior year, so he wasn't sure why he decided to torture himself further by becoming an English major, especially since his streaming career seemed to be kicking off and who knew if he would even end up needing it?

After the beep of the microwave went off, he went back to the microwave and grabbed the plastic dish and went to the reclining arm chair in his small, plain living room. It was always a shock stepping into the modern bright white walls of his apartment after living his whole life in the cluttered comfortability of his uncle's trailer. They didn’t have much then, but he was happy. 

Eddie put on an anniversary re-run of some old, popular sit com. The laugh track filled his otherwise quiet apartment and Eddie started chewing on the tough, TV dinner steak.

He’s still happy now, he supposes. A bit bored, maybe. He didn’t see his uncle much anymore, and he lived alone. The only friend he lived close to was Chrissy, and even she lived an hour out of the city Eddie was in. He loved streaming, loved providing content for the people who’d watch it, and he knew it was selfish to wish for more when so many would kill to have what he has.

But sometimes he can’t help it.

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STEVE HARRINGTON

Steve was worried. He was parked outside of Dustin’s high school. Band ended fifteen minutes ago and there was still no sign of his curly headed son. It wasn’t often Dustin stayed behind this long, not unless he was getting pestered by some moron. After another moment Steve huffed and got out of his car, walking into the school.

It was somewhat nostalgic to walk the halls of the highschool, the same one Steve went to way back when. The walls were a different colour now, and banners hung from wall to wall to announce different events. Steve wasn't here to reminisce, though.

He was a few feet away from Dustin’s locker when he saw two larger teenagers cornering his son into the metal of the lockers, spitting harmful words to Dustin’s already terrified face. The guys seemed to be older, maybe even in their senior year, and Dustin was small, only in the ninth grade.

“Hey!” Steve called out, his pace increasing in speed as the guys turned to look at him. “Hey, what’s going on here?”

“Dude, is that who I think it is?” One of the guys asked. Oh great. Steve thought. Jocks.

Steve wasn’t proud of who he was in highschool. He was a loud, ignorant asshole just like the two here that were harassing his son. The thought made his heart hurt. 

“Steve Harrington? What are you doing here?” The other asked, laughing as he held Dustin by the collar of his shirt.

“Well, I’m here to pick up my son, but it seems he’s been held back.” Steve said through gritted teeth, hoping that his visceral hatred spilled through into his tone, and the two older boys' faces paled before they scrambled to get away from the two. Steve scoffed, and was quick to kneel down in front of his son whose face was red and wet with tears. His shirt was soaked, and his nose was bloodied, and Steve’s chest felt heavy with anger. 

Calming himself down, Steve held Dustin’s shoulders.

“Hey, bud.” He started softly. “Let’s getcha home, hey?” A small sob broke through Dustin’s lips as he nodded and Steve brought his son in for a hug.

Soon they were outside and walking to the car, Dustin under Steve’s arm.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Steve asked after getting in the car and Dustin shook his head, facing out the window. Steve sighed quietly and looked at his hands where they gripped the steering wheel. “I saw a notification on your phone this afternoon,” This seemed to catch Dustin’s attention. “I think that streamer you like posted something. Maybe you’ll have something to watch when you get home?”

Finally, Dustin smiled. It was small, but Steve was grateful. Dustin nodded.

“I still want to hear about what happened today, kay?” He asked gently, and Dustin nodded again, but slower this time. Steve put a comforting hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

After a moment he started the car and drove out of the school parking lot.

[aezuria]

uptown girl!

"she's been living in her uptown world, i bet she's never had a backstreet guy" —billy joel

content: mortal au!leo valdez x reader

╰┈▸ info: stuck-up reader (she gets character development later), cursing, reader is ~18, early 2000s core

notes: stella finally posted a fic !? (pls tell me if u enjoy i need validation 😔)

this has got to be the worst way to start summer ever. first, your morning was ruined by a bird shitting all over your car window—not a mess you had the time nor the patience to clean. then, on your way to pick up your friends for some much needed girl time, your car had the fun idea of breaking down. great. it left you on the side of the road, dialing up your father. which, when you think about it, really wasn't your fault! your precious ride just spontaneously combusted or something. nothing to do with the fact that you've crashed the front about seven times since january. after all, you'd gotten them fixed! it should be the mechanic's fault. or maybe, this car was cursed!

but of course, your dad just had to disagree. apparently it was his "last straw."

you winced away from the phone's speaker as his voice burst through. "you have been so ungrateful lately! when you asked for that car, i bought it for you! i looked over the fact that you don't even have your license yet! all i asked was for you to take care of your things!" he cried. from the tone of his voice, you could imagine the creases dug into his forehead. okay, now you felt bad. just a little.

before you could apologize, he finished with, "you just wait until i get there, young lady."

leave it to him to take away your guiltiness.

"dad!" you watched in horror as the truck towed your sleek red baby to god knows where. you turned your stricken expression on him, hoping to elicit at least a little bit of sympathy. but it seemed like his mind was made up on this one. dammit.

he crossed his arms sternly, putting his foot down. "let's go. we'll talk more in the house."

"-so you want to ship me away to some place crawling with bugs and creeps for the rest of the summer!?" you screeched along with the chair as its legs slid across the kitchen's tile floor.

your dad raised his hand in a placating gesture. "now, now, just until your car is fixed. it might not even be a whole month." he shrugged. yeah, real comforting. "and the city's a nice place. we lived there when you were young, remember?"

"no, i don't remember." you snapped. you did remember, but that brought on memories you'd rather not have right now.

he sucked in a breath. "alright then. it won't be so bad. we still have that apartment, and i got it cleaned up recently. it'll teach you some responsibility and independence." he nodded, satisfied with his decision.

you opened your mouth to snark at him again, but he continued, "and you won't be completely alone. there's a nice young man who will be fixing up your car, just down the street from the apartment building. i asked him to show you around when he has the time. and you'll have your phone, so make sure to call me, okay?" his strict behavior gave way to the soft spot you knew he had for you.

"...okay," you agreed reluctantly. once he really made up his mind about something, there was no changing it, so there was no use in arguing.

he smiled, patting your shoulder gently. "great. now pack your bags."

"be sure to buy groceries, and do the laundry, and clean every so often-" your father rambled on and on. if he was this worried, why wouldn't he just not go through with it? and why was he acting like you couldn't do basic chores!? it's not like you ever did them, but they couldn't be too hard, right?

"i get it dad." you rolled your eyes, staring out the car window. the buildings were all drab, painted in browns and grays, without a single bright color in sight, save for the red stop signs.

he pulled into an empty parking spot in front of the building. your insides recoiled. you swore it didn't look this... dilapidated all those years ago. or maybe you just had better taste now.

"we're here! looks like it's got a lot of.. character." he tried to cheer you up, but even you could tell he didn't think to check how it looked. it would've hurt too much to do so.

your lip scrunched in distaste. "i can't spend a single second in there."

"don't worry, it'll be over before you know it." with one last reassuring smile, he turned and left.

the apartment itself wasn't too bad, it was all cleaned up, just as your father had said. it smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, pillows fluffed and spritzed. your room was cold despite the warmth that came with summer. the pristine sheets were unfamiliar against your skin, as if you were tucked into a hotel bed. the sound of tire rolling against pavement never ceased, people had places to go, places to be even in the dead of night. a draft through your window made you shiver. you should close that in the morning. you curled in on yourself like you did when you were little, only this time there was only the unfeeling fabric to hold you, instead of the warm, long forgotten embrace no one could quite replicate.

you cringed at the shoddy place your phone had led you to, and looked up at the peeling paint sign that read: valdez mechanics. how charming. you even debated touching the rusty doorknob, but it swung open before you could turn it. which would be nice, if it didn't almost smack you in the face.

"watch it!" you hissed, side-stepping in time to see a boy your age walking through. his hair was a mess, and there were grease stains all over his face and clothes. his fingers were tap, tap, tapping away at his leg, to the rhythm of the song blaring inside. you think he'd be cute if he wasn't so dirty.

“sorry ‘bout that!” he laughed sheepishly. he stared at you for a moment too long before asking, “you here for the thunderbird?”

“yes,” you said shortly.

he chose to ignore your clipped tone, flashing you a smile. “come on in then, yeah?”

you followed him into the tiny shop, already wanting to leave. the place smelled of oil, and you could barely find a clean place to sit on. there were tools thrown everywhere, the floor sticky with dried up grease.

“i’m leo, by the way.” his voice snapped you out of your judging thoughts as he led you to the back. you finally saw your car, propped up with the hood open.

“y/n.” you barely glanced at him as you rushed over, examining the damage. “so? what’s wrong with her?”

he gestured with the wrench in his hand—when’d he get that?—and pointed to the engine. “well that’s all busted up, so i’m gonna have to build a new one for ya. i’ll do you an oil change too and-“

“yeah um, how long will it take?” you interrupted, giving him a smile you did not want to have on.

“i’d say three to five weeks? depends if i have any other stuff that comes in so…”

three to five weeks of your summer wasted away here? when you’re supposed to be having the best time of your life before college!?

“are you serious? can you get it done sooner? i can pay you some more-“ you reached into your purse.

“whoa!” he caught your wrist. his hands were clean now, must’ve wiped them on a rag. “money won’t make me work faster, honey.” he let go and shrugged. “sorry.”

honey? “well then what will? cause i need to leave as soon as-“

“some help, maybe?”

you blinked at him, utterly flabbergasted. “you want me to help you? the person who’s paying for all this?”

“technically, your father’s the one paying,” leo pointed out. “and y’know. you don’t have to help, of course. it just might make it go a bit quicker…” he trailed off, dimples poking through as he tried to hide a cheeky smile.

you huffed. “what do i have to do?”

”i am not sticking my hands in those.” you defied, shaking your head firmly.

leo scoffed, flapping the gloves around. “come on! this is the cleanest pair i have!”

"put this here?" you asked, shoving a part that you forgot the name of into an empty space.

"hm?" leo looked up from his fiddling, jaw dropping in horror. "no no no!"

"oh i know how to do this!" you exclaimed as he gave you a screwdriver. "my dad always said 'lefty loosey, righty tighty.'"

the boy nodded. "yeah! try it out." he pointed to a loose screw.

you successfully tightened it (to the right), giving him a proud smirk. "see?"

"yup." leo grinned at your enthusiasm, even though it was the most basic thing ever. "try and tighten the rest. i'll be right back."

a loud clatter made leo jump from across the repair shop. he rushed over to you, finding the parts that were supposed to be screwed together in complete disarray. "uh, maybe you shouldn't help..."

"really?" you deadpanned. "i hadn't noticed."

"sorry." he laughed. "scooch."

you pursed your lips. no one told you to "scooch" before. but you moved over anyway.

"wanna keep me company?" leo slid his gloves on and began putting the contraption back together.

no, you thought. but you didn't have anything better to do other than wander the city like a clueless idiot. and you hated looking like an idiot. "fine."

the shop was quiet, save for the occasional clanging as leo worked on the engine. his rambling was cut short as he focused on his work, something you didn't know he could do.

"nice car you got here. i've always wanted to drive one of these." he patted its side appreciatively. "where'd you buy this?"

scratch that. maybe he could only shut up in two minute increments.

"don't know. my dad bought it for me." you looked around, not even bothering to hide your boredom.

"right." leo laughed. you found he did that a lot. "must be nice."

your eyebrows knitted in confusion. "i guess?" what did he mean by that?

"i hate it here. it's so boring!" you complained over the phone. cooking dinner had been an absolute mess. “and that leo guy is so weird.”

"give him a chance, will you? he could show you around town, maybe teach you some manners…” you father muttered the last bit.

"what?"

"nothing! all i'm saying is give that boy a chance. who knows, he could be a great friend."

“‘great friend’ my… foot.”

[tototalks]

Let’s go side stories!! ✨

💚 Green but for a Season 💚

🎵 Uptown girl, he’s been living in his uptown world. I guess he’s never had a backstreet guy, I bet his father never told him why 🎵

- I really love a man from humble beginnings making his way in the world. Jord earned his place as captain through sheer competence and I respect the hell out of him for it. I’d rather follow him into battle than some officer who got there by being a landlord’s son.

- Fun fact! When I imagined Jord as I read Captive Prince, he looked a lot like an ever so slightly shorter Aragorn.

- Imagine being the guy who slept through the fight with Govart. I swear you’d wake up and think everyone was fuckin playing you like “OMG Prince Laurent absolutely MURKED Govart with a sword!!” I swear I’d need a solid 3-5 business days to make sure I wasn’t being pranked.

- Okay so my heart hurts for grieving lil Laurent asking why Jord stayed after Auguste’s death. He had so much faith in his brother and loved him so much.

- Haha! Auguste indirectly chose Jord to protect Laurent! Haha! I’m crying!! 🙃

- I love that Jord already knew about Laurent’s fighting ability and he’s there watching this fight about to happen KNOWING that Govart is gonna have his ass handed to him by Tinkerbell.

- Aimeric is out here doing his job and Orlant is like “damn, I can’t believe you’re gonna fuck him.” And Jord can’t say shit because he’s absolutely right. His nice cheekbones and strong work ethic have bewitched him.

- Jord is the colleague you trauma bond with when you’re in a toxic workplace. Strong, dependable, has the courtesy not to use the work microwave for fish. The Regent’s HR should have known not to come for him.

- The mental image of Aimeric standing before Guion like “but daddy, I love him!” Is enough to dull the pain of knowing what could have been.

- Jord telling Aimeric he’s not disposable vs. Aimeric always being told he’s the least important fourth son trying to prove himself and then remembering what eventually happens to him and why. No wonder he fell for this man finally treating him with love and affection. 🫠🫠🫠

- “It’s not you I’m trying to impress” - Layers. It’s about the layers. Onion layers that will make you cry.

- Jord clocked onto Damen and his weirdly good tactical skill early and decided, respectfully, to keep that shit to himself.

- Nothing quite like kissing a nobleman’s son over the battle plans you can’t read.

- Jord is such a nice dude, and I love his character. I’m still so devastated him and Aimeric turned out like they did. In another life I choose to believe they had a happy ending. I’ll take one everyone lives AU with fries please. ♥️

[tapesfrom1980]

Can I ask for a Sam Evans x reader, where the reader is good at singing and Sam overhears them and tries to get them to join glee?

glee club , sam evans

“mercedes for the last time, i am not joining your glee club.”

“but why? girl your voice is amazing and you’re just letting it go to waste.” y/n rolled her eyes but smiled.

“i already have a lot going on at school, i don’t have room or time for something else. plus most of the people there are weird,” mercedes shot her eyebrow up and crossed her arms “not you, obviously.”

“alright fine, but my offer still stands if you want it!” mercedes threw her bag over her shoulder and smiled at her.

“i’ll see you later ‘cedes.” y/n blew a kiss to which mercedes returned.

y/n walked outside the school and put her stuff down on a bench. she wanted to get the last of her homework done before going home so she’d have a clear schedule.

pulling out her phone and headphones, she plugged in her wires and scrolled down on spotify.

“uptown girl, she’s been living in her uptown world.”

y/n smiled as she pulled out her notebooks and sat comfortably.

“i bet she’s never had a backstreet guy, i bet her momma never told her why”

“i’m gonna try for an uptown girl, she’s been living in her white-bred world.” y/n sang along quietly.

“as long as anyone with hot blood can, and now she’s looking for a downtown man, that’s what i am.”

y/n’s heart almost stopped as she heard the sudden singing behind her. she took off one of her headphones and looked up.

a tall, blonde guy was staring at her with a nervous smile.

“sorry if i scared you, i heard you singing and i recognized the song and…” he looked down awkwardly.

“it’s um, okay? no harm done.” y/n tried to smile.

“i’m not a weirdo i swear, i just really like your singing. have you ever thought about joining like…the glee club?”

“oh no, it’s just not for me, thank you though.” sam looked taken aback.

“you have a really good voice, like really. we would love to have you there.” sam also thought she was extremely pretty, but that wasn’t the point.

“i’m good.” sam was about to walk away till he decided he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

“look, just come to one meeting. if you don’t like it, then i’ll leave you alone.” y/n thought for a second.

“i don’t even know your name.”

“i’m sam, and you are?” y/n almost rolled her eyes.

“i’m y/n. y/n l/n.”

“alright fine, when should i go?”

“right now.”

y/n looked at him dumbfounded. there was no way in hell she was gonna completely change her schedule for the day for some dumb club.

-

“guys, this is y/n l/n. i’m trying to convince her to join the club.”

“y/n?? really? after weeks of me begging all it took was for some white man to ask you to come?” mercedes looked at her with her arms crossed. y/n put her hands up.

“i’m not joining, i’m just looking. he said he’ll leave me alone if i do this.”

“come on in y/n.” the teacher, mr. shue, welcomed the girl with a smile.

y/n looked at sam with a hesitant look. sam gave her a reassuring nod and smile. y/n felt her heart flutter a little at his smile but ignored it.

“alright.”

[hoffmannwrites]

You Better You Bet

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Author’s Note: Holy shit y'all. It's been a hot minute, huh? I have spent a lot of time thinking about finishing this fic and I just simply must be done with this. I've got a few more chapters coming your way, and then I must bid au revoir to YBYB. It's just been so long. I love you guys so much and thanks for sticking around.

Pairing: Riverdale, FP Jones, and 19-Year-Old Reader

Description: A bet with Jughead leads to so much more than winning.

Warning: Language, Adult themes, Age Gap,

Song Inspiration: Everybody (Backstreet's Back) - Backstreet Boys (Get it?)

By the time Thursday came around, you were doubting everything. Your mind changed every five minutes. You shouldn’t tell Jug. You should have told Jug from the beginning. Well, better late than never, right? You shouldn’t even be with FP. You should be with FP and not tell Jug outright, but not hide it either. Your head cycled through every possibility all day long. You barely accomplished anything other than going through the daily motions, as you were too preoccupied with worrying over how tonight was going to go. No matter how anxiety ridden you were, you never texted FP. For one thing, you didn’t want to freak him out. He was probably already worried and didn’t need your freak out on top of his. But more than that, you trusted him. You knew this was important to him and the right thing to do overall, so you let him take the reigns. It was comforting to know that whatever ended up happening, at least you and FP would have to deal with it together.

You weren’t sure when Jug was heading over to the trailer, so you sent a text to FP after you got out of school simply asking him to keep you updated. He texted back quickly saying Jug was coming over now and he’d let you know how it went as soon as he could. You thought about doing something to preoccupy your mind while you waited, but knew that trying to do anything would be useless. So you just went home. And waited. And waited.

It felt like decades had gone by when your phone finally chimed with a text from FP asking you to come over for dinner. Was he serious? No context, no update. Just a dinner invite? You typed back furiously “uhhhh what am I walking into here, Jones?”. Fuck, it went bad. You knew it was a bad idea. Fuck.

His response came quick, but not quick enough to calm the rising anxiety in your stomach.

“He took it good. Invited Betty over too. Figured it'd be nice to get everyone on the same page right off the bat”

Oh. Okay. So Jug didn’t hate your guts. That was promising. You’d have to feel out exact how he was taking it when you got there, but knowing Betty would be there too was promising. You got yourself ready, texted Betty to see if she wanted a ride, and then you went on your merry way.

Betty had a lot of questions in the car ride over. She knew you had seen FP again because of your sleepover text escapades and you’d made some casual comments about how it was going here and there, but nothing of any substance. You kept FP from Betty mostly because you didn’t want to have to ask her to lie to Jughead. She kept the little information she had known to herself, but now that it was out in the open, she was ravenous for details. Between her and Jughead’s thirst for knowledge and inability to leave anything alone, you were shocked it had taken this long honestly. She asked how serious things had gotten and how often you saw each other and if you’d discussed any future plans. And you told her everything. Honestly, it felt nice to be able to confide in someone about your relationship.

By the time you got to the South Side, Betty was fully clued in on your life. You walked up to the trailer, letting Betty enter first. You ambled in behind her nervous as all hell. It was like telling Jug about the bet all over again, except with way more than 50 bucks at stake. FP greeted Betty with a warm hug and then turned to you. “How’s my girl?” he asked with a grin, throwing his arms around you and kissing the top of your head before you could even get a word out.

“Oh you know, living the dream,” you responded angling your head up so he could plant a quick kiss on your lips.

“God, it’s so much worse seeing it. Like I knew it was happening but- fuck, that’s just off-putting” said Jughead, with no real malice in his voice and just a dash of pure disgust.

“Aw, stop it; they’re cute!” Betty gushed. Your cheeks turned pink at the attention, but FP made no move to let you go which comforted your anxiety.

You hadn’t really thought about the whole “my boyfriend can’t cook anything that isn’t microwaveable” thing when you had originally made dinner plans, but thankfully he had taken the initiative to order in at some point. And Chinese food was bound to make anyone agreeable to even the most uncomfortable of situations.

But luckily, things were mostly normal at dinner. Jug and FP caught up on Serpent news, while Betty filled you in on Riverdale’s mystery de jour. (She was 100% convinced that there was something funky up with that new girl and her weirdly blonde dad, but everyone else thought she was crazy. You believed her, but knew better than to get involved. You were NOT going to be the next girl knifed to a musical background because you sniffed around too hard at the insanity that followed B around). Somehow, the conversations got intertwined when FP and Betty connected the dots that maybe this weird girl’s “Farm” was where Fangs had been disappearing to, and you found yourself extremely out of the loop. You excused yourself to start dinner clean up, and, to your surprise, Jughead volunteered to help you. Not that Jughead was a necessarily unhelpful person, you just assumed he would be of more help with the discussion at hand. And that he would probably want to give you a wide birth while he processed the news that you were dating his father. Either one.

You started to silently put away leftovers and wash dishes by hand, as you couldn’t think of anything to say to each other. Silence with Jug had always been comfortable before- a time to think and write and not have to fill the void with mindless bullshit. But for the first time it felt fragile- like one loud noise and the whole trailer would blow up. You just had to say something. Anything. But before you could decide on whether or not it was stupid to talk to your best friend about the weather, he decided to point out the giant leather-clad elephant in the room.

“I’m trying really hard to not be weird about this,” he admitted while drying the plates you were washing. You blinked at him, afraid to cut him off. “I mean, logically, i’m not…opposed. Dad and I have never been particularly close and it’s not like I even live here. You’ve just always fit into a particular space in my life and now I have to find a way to fit you into a very different space.”

“I get that. And I’m not asking you to change anything for me. I know we’ve always had a bond over growing up the way we did. Independent" - i.e. neglected- "and rocky." - i.e. unstable- "And I don’t want this to change that.”

He looked mildly incredulous, “Of course it changes that. I can’t-“

You cut him off. “Yes you can". You lowered your voice and turned to look Jughead in the eye for possibly the first time in weeks. “Yes, FP is my boyfriend. Yes, I have incredibly strong feelings for him that I’m still trying to work out. But I was your friend first. And he was your dad first- a shitty one! And you’re still trying to repair that relationship. You can still talk to me about him, even the bad stuff. I’m not going to automatically take his side in everything. I knew who he was when I started seeing him, don’t think I don’t know.”

Jughead studied you like one of the boards with red string and different clues he has set up. He just stared at your with those unwavering eyes and you refused to look away, not even once. He finally found whatever he was searching for. “Okay,” he sighed. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s just going to be an adjustment period. But if you’re both happy then…” he trails off and shrugs, but you can tell there’s more thoughts in that always one-step-ahead brain of his. You wait for him to form them into a sentence. “I don’t want you to get hurt either. He wasn’t always particularly good with my mom. Or Alice. Once things settle, he gets... complacent. Stops caring.” Jughead's gaze found a point in the distance to fixate on while he thought, surely, about his own relationship with FP Jones and how once things got hard, he stopped trying with him too.

“I know. And this has only been a few weeks, I’m not expecting anything at this point. I’m not saying he’s changed because I don’t know. I wasn’t there for the before and I can’t be sure if we’re in the after. i just know that I believe he has the capability to be a good guy, and that’s enough for me to give him a chance. I see it in the way he tries now. Please don’t think I would ever date a man believing he’s still shitty.”

Jug snorts at that. “You do love to put men in their place.”

“I really, really do.” Jughead bumps his shoulder into yours and it feels good. Normal. Feels like acceptance.

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By the time Jughead and Betty left, you’d decided it was late enough to warrant you staying the night. You and FP flopped down onto the couch, coming down from a joint anxiety wave that you hadn’t even really noticed.

"That went well,” he stated to no one in particular. “I think,” he added, scrunching up his face just the tiniest bit.

“Very well,” you responded, turning towards him and tucking yourself into his side. “Jug and I talked for a little. He’s okay with it.”

FP just twisted his head to look and you and quirked it to the side, looking for more details. “It'll be an adjustment period for him,” you continued. “But nothing he can’t handle. I think he knows that this makes sense. We make sense.” You laced your fingers in between his as he kissed the top of your head.

“Good. That makes this so much easier,” he admitted, resting his head on top of yours. You sat like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, breathing slow, enjoying the silence, and sharing small kisses and light touches.

Eventually FP scooped you up and carried you to bed, where light touches became heavier and kisses became feverish, until you were both so warn out that you passed out, wrapped up in each other again.

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Author's Note Pt 2:

I will never get over the Chad Michael Murray Organ Harvesting Incest Cult plot line.

Why are you, as an adult man, blonde, CMM?

Trying to get back into the flow of writing this as a full blown adult is crazy because I lack the suspension of disbelief that I had when I started writing this. Why are you dating that child, FP Jones? But for you all?? I will suspend my life if you asked.

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[ao3feed-steve-eddie]

by sadbath

Steve Harrington's son is getting bullied at school, and he would do anything to make his boy feel better. Including spending vast amounts of money on a meet and greet with his favourite twitch streamer.

Eddie Munson is a former super super senior turned passing English major. He's getting out of the slums after his streaming career kicked, but he can't help but feel bored in his mundane schedule. That all changed when a certain father brings his son to a meet and greet.

( a modern au, Single Father!Steve x Twitch Streamer!Eddie)

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Gareth & Jeff & Eddie Munson & Unnamed Freak, Gareth/Jeff (Stranger Things)

Additional Tags: Steve Harrington is Dustin Henderson's Parent, Dustin Henderson Needs a Hug, Twitch Streamer Eddie Munson, Older Steve Harrington, Pansexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Chrissy Cunningham, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers

[sammyluvr]

uptown girl playing while driving the impala to a hospital bc sam and dean are dying in the back and nervously singing (dean would 100% hate this song so him not complaining about it is extra concerning) and sam reaches a hand out to brush against your arm before he’s slumping back and they both look like they’re losing plenty of blood

-🌬️

OH THIS IS A CRAZY ASK TO SEND (in the good way ofc) like wowowow omg :,)

this is making me so . brain goes crazy. in such a writing mood so i lowkey wrote a whole ass drabble!

you rush into the abandoned building, gun drawn and your heart anxiously raging in your chest. sam called, there were too many to handle just the two of them. you only stayed behind because sam was worried about your injury from the last hunt. the call got cut short, and you haven't heard from either brother since.

you find sam first, blood gushing from his side, a weak hand pushed against the wound. you drop down next to him, your knees getting wet with his blood. "shit, shit, shit," you curse quietly. "sam? sam, look at me, please." he's barely awake, but your voice catches his attention. you press your hands to his wound. "sam.. sammy, where's dean?" you ask desperately. you need to get him out of here.

"h-hey," he chokes out, voice a whole lot shakier than he'd like. his head tips back a little, guiding your eyes to the boots sticking out from around the next doorway. it's definitely dean.

you feel bad for not checking on dean first, but if you can just get sam to your car and hand him the first aid kit, you know he'll at least be able to press some gauze to his wound while you go back for dean. so you haul him back outside, struggling with his large frame all the while. but you get him settled as fast as you can and dash back inside. you're surprised by two vamps this time, but you take them out without too much of a fuss.

dean's knocked out cold. it'll be hard to get him out, but you're smart and skilled enough in this horrible game that you'll figure it out. he's not bleeding as much as sam, but gash on his head looks bad.

he wakes halfway to the car, groggy as he tries help by supporting some of his own weight. when you turn the car on, your music is still playing, but you don't even realize until you're halfway to the hospital. you've been far too preoccupied with being sure neither of them pass out on you. they both look close to it.

uptown girl she's been living in her uptown world i bet she's never had a backstreet guy i bet her momma never told her why

dean doesn't like this song, you think out of the blue. you eye him through the rearview mirror. he makes no move to say anything, not even complain about the music like he always does. your hold on the wheel tightens, and your chin trembles a bit.

you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel sam's fingers brush over your arm. you glance at him for a split second before your gaze returns to the road.

"hey," you murmur, trying to sound soft and reassuring. you realize that he's trying to comfort you, and your heart aches. he's too good. his hand falls away, and you mourn the loss fiercely. just a little bit. you're almost there. maybe you should tell him you love him. just in case.

[starry-blue-echoes]

Just had my first successful driving attempt and now I'm wondering what it was like when the jojo's first went behind the wheel

-oc anon

Jonathan........ wasn't technically around for cars, but he has ridden horses before!....... didn't go the best, to be honest. Jonathan's really uneasy around horses, which in turn makes them uneasy around him. Not to mention, his sheer size means that the horse needs to be pretty big just so it can support his weight, which just adds more to his fear of horses which again adds more to the horse's unease of him

Joseph is that guy who you should never let drive. Period. Speed limits are a suggestion he occasion takes and his turns are stupidly sharp. He's much better on a bike, but a car is a big no. He gets better when he older, but Youngseph is not to be trusted in the driver's seat He's the Last Resort Driver who you really wonder if getting to wherever you need to go if worth it

Jotaro is actually a pretty decent driver all things considered. He doesn't enjoy doing it, but he'll be able to get you from Point A to Point B with little issue. Surprisingly doesn't have much road rage, but he will listen to sea creature podcasts and any attempts to change the channel will result in a broken wrist

Josuke is also a surprisingly good drive. He's a bit more reckless than Jotaro, and really loves to blast music. He will absolutely sing at the top of his lungs, but it helps him focus no I'm not projecting what are you talking about

Giorno is entirely self taught and that Is Not A Good Thing. Every traffic law he knows he's learned while driving and based on how many people honk or yell at him, and half the "laws" he knows aren't actually correct. He knows every backstreet in Naples so if you need to get somewhere quick, he's your guy (just no promises if he'll get you there in one piece)

Jolyne is also a surprisingly good driver, and a very talkative one too. On the surface it seems like she isn't paying attention, but when she's driving around other people she's a surprisingly safe driver. However, when there aren't people? All bets are off, loves to speed down long empty stretches of road with the windows rolled down. Definitely goes on recreational drives with no real intent of going anywhere

Johnny...... road rage. Enough said.

Gappy is a mixed bag. On one hand, he has enough lingering knowledge about how to drive that he can do so safely, but he's not super great about keeping his eyes on the road. He prefers to be a passenger so he can look out the window and watch the scenery. If someone else can drive they'd be preferable, but he's not a Last Resort, if that makes sense

Jodio is like Giorno but worse. Giorno at least tries to drive safe, Jodio on the other hand Does Not Give A Single Fuck. Everything he knows about driving comes from watching Dragona and 90% of the time he ignores that last knowledge because Hey Wouldn't It Be Funny If I-

Dragona has banned him from the driver seat for this reason

(also, CHRIST this took so much finagling to fit all the tags)

[therealslimshakespeare]

Would Major John Egan be the first man to make Lana orgasm? Or at the very least be the first man to make her come with just his cock because he’s that good

Oh Nonnie. 😈 how very astute you are. Lemme just say for now, do you know the song: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel? He wrote it about John Egan & Lana Tierney’s infamous elopement and the unrepentant epilogue of hot blooded happiness they wrote for each other. Something, something about the water tower on the studio lot, too…

Uptown girl

She's been living in her uptown world

I bet she's never had a backstreet guy

I bet her momma never told her why

I'm gonna try for an Uptown Girl

[hellcheeriest]

i bet hes never had a backstreet guy

Twitch Streamer!Eddie x Single Father!Steve

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Summary: Steve and Dustin arrive at the convention, Steve finds Eddie more attractive in person, Eddie finds Steve attractive in general, Robin and Chrissy begin to figure some things out.

Content warnings: Slight age gap (Steve is 31, Eddie is 26) Steve feels as though he's too old to be acting like he is (I know 31 isn't old! Steve just grew up too fast as a teen dad, so he feels like his mind is beyond his years.) light angst, smoking, swearing, flirting

A/N: hey team.... lol. so sorry for the wait! now i wrote this between the hours of 2-4am (as i am uploading it is 4:10) so i apologize for any mistakes! Thank you for reading!

W/C:4.6k

STEVE HARRINGTON

“Dustin! Slow down!” Steve called out. His son had already made it halfway across the parking lot, practically sprinting to the doors.

“Come on Dad!” Dustin turned around and let his dad catch up. He grabbed the elder's hand, pulling him along.

“Okay, Okay!” Steve kept a tight hold on Dustin's hand. He’d done his research on convention etiquette and came across an article about adults losing their children and he told himself he’d be completely sure of where Dustin was at all times. The backpack he donned was filled with multiple water bottles, and his wallet had both cash and his debit and credit cards in case of any financial emergency.

They’d gotten there much earlier than they needed to, but with Steve’s anxiety and Dustin’s exhilaration, neither of them minded having to wait around until they opened the doors for the panel. Dustin talked Steve’s ear off, rambling about anything and everything related to the convention.

Steve fiddled with the tag on the lanyard he and Dustin were given upon entry, and he finally realised the reality of the scenario. Soon, he’d be in a room with not only a hundred other people, but the man he’d been pining for in secret for the past who knows how long. He was brought out of his thoughts by Dustin tugging on his sleeve.

The two filed into the large room along with a bunch of other people, and Steve’s grip on Dustin’s arm was probably tighter than it should’ve been as they found their way to an open pair of seats. The group that Steve had paid an exorbitant amount of money to see would be taking the stage soon, and Steve could feel his son practically vibrating next to him.

“You sure you’re gonna make it through this without exploding?” Steve asked and Dustin nodded.

“I have to!” Dustin exclaimed and Steve laughed, putting a hand on his son's head, twisting his fingers into his curls. Dustin wore a bright yellow sweater Steve recognized as his own, and the smile he wore was brighter than Steve had seen in a while. More people would pour into the room, and the multiple conversations would be overwhelming if Steve wasn’t focused on the way the lights dimmed and a woman walked on stage.

“Good afternoon, everyone!” She called into the microphone. The voices around quieted, and Steve tensed in his seat. “My name is Tory, and I will be hosting the event we’ve all come out here for. So, what do you say we get our guests up here and get this thing started?” The audience cheered and the streamers came on stage one by one before walking to their respective seats. A guy with dirty blond curls led the way up the stage, introduced as ‘Gareth,’ and the rest followed in. There was Austin, Chrissy (who Steve recognized from the singular stream he’d watched), Robin and Jeff. They all seemed to notice at the same time as the audience that Eddie wasn’t trailing behind them. After a moment, the applause faded and Gareth sighed into the microphone in front of him.

“This asshole.” The audience laughed, and only a moment later did Eddie shuffle on stage. Clapping and cheering surrounded Steve, but he could hardly hear it as his eyes focussed on Eddie’s form. 

It was different to seeing him through a TV screen, and he wasn’t sure how Eddie could get any more attractive. His hair was loose, reaching down past his collarbones. It was curly, and wild, and free. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans, torn at the knees and thighs, chains hanging from two of his belt loops. His shirt was looser, the white fabric clashing with the black of the tattoo’s that spread down both of  his arms, and had graphic text of a band name Steve could vaguely recall. He could feel Dustin’s grip on his arm as he too watched in awe, although for a completely different reason. Eddie finally reached his chair, taking a theatrical bow before sitting down. 

“I love you, Eddie!” Someone called from farther back in the room. Eddie’s eyebrows raised and he smiled.

“Woah,” He spoke into his microphone, pulling a piece of his hair over his mouth. “Love you too.” Part of the audience cheered and Eddie leaned away from his microphone.

“Stop flirting with the audience, man.” Gareth scolded half-heartedly and Eddie returned his words with a raised middle finger, sparking genuine laughter from Gareth.

“So!” Tory spoke, cutting off the pair's bickering. Let's start off with a few games, yeah?”

About half an hour and a couple of games later, they’d finally reached the question portion of the panel. Tory explained that they would start off with submitted questions and then move to having a few audience members ask their own. Pulling out a clipboard, presumably the clipboard that held the predetermined questions, Tory smiled.

“Alright! First question is from ‘Hellfire’, with an ‘i’ on Twitter. It reads, ‘Robin when did you first realise you were a lesbian?’” Robin smiled and thought for a quick moment before answering. 

“Well, I think I've always known, you know? Like, I never had actual crushes on boys in school and I remember asking myself why I couldn't like girls like the boys liked girls. But then after I got older and learned the queer people existed, and what each label meant, is when I really was able to realise who I am.” Robin rambled, and Steve couldn’t help but smile. The audience gave her claps and snaps and cheers of encouragement.

“Beautifully said, Robin! Our next question is for Austin-” The voice of the host faded away as Steve zeroed in on Eddie once again. He was resting his chin on his pale hand, chunky rings and bands covered his fingers and chipped black nail polish was painted messily on his nails. Even from where they sat, Steve could see the way the corner of Eddie’s eyes crinkled when he smiled, smile lines and dimples on his cheeks accompanying the grin that blessed Eddie's face. The purple and yellow lighting gave his hair and skin a glow that Steve found terribly alluring. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, getting lost in the bright baritone of Eddie’s voice as it mixed in with the others, studying the man before him as if he’d be tested afterwards. He only came back to reality when Eddie’s chuckle crackled through the microphone, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually tune into the words being said.

Soon, the pre-submitted questions had dwindled and after the last few had been asked they moved to having audience members voice their own queries. The audience questions were less organised, many asking about mundane attributes such as favourite meals or shows while others were completely obscure and had the panel struggling to answer.

“Well, we have time for just one more question from the audience.” And before Steve knew it, his son’s hand was shooting up. “Alright, you in the yellow, back there!” A smile spread across Dustin’s face as he stood and made his way to the microphone placed in the aisle between seats.

“So,” Dustin began nervously. Steve watched as he fiddled with his fingers, a nervous tick he’d developed. “Uh, my question is for Eddie?”

“Shoot, little man.” Eddie smiled, warm and welcoming, and Steve tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

"Ah, um. So, you talk about how school was for you quite often and I wanted to know how exactly you overcame all the uh, the name calling and everything?" Dustin was stuttering through a few words and Steve wanted nothing more than to go over and rub his boy's back. He could do that when Dustin returned. Eddie's face softened and he started to fiddle with the rings that Steve wondered always riddled his fingers.

"Yeah. So for anyone who doesn't watch me that often, I do streams where I talk about my unfortunate middle school and high school years to kind of-- shed light on what it's like for kids who were and are like me," Eddie started. "Uh I was called names," He moved a hand in Dustin's direction. "Messed with physically, all that. As for your question, I think I just started to realise that I'm not what any of those assholes say I am. That they can't push me around anymore.

Obviously, things might work differently for other people but that's what worked for me personally. Plus I was held back a couple of years so my bullies were out of my school life and I was able to be who I am." A few people from the crowd clapped, egging on the rest. Dustin beamed at Eddie's response.

"Thank you," Was the last thing Dustin said before he stepped away from the microphone and back to his seat beside his father.

"How was that?" Steve asked his son who was practically vibrating in his chair.

“That was so cool!” Dustin whispered and Steve smiled. Little did he know how cool it was going to get.

“Who knew you were such a poet, Eddie?” Tory asked and Eddie laughed and shook his head.

“Well, I am a songwriter so I'm technically halfway there.” He shrugged as if it were no big deal.

“That sounds about right.” Tory spoke over the few cheers that broke out. “Well, folks. That’s the end of our time here. Give it up for our wonderful guests!” Applause roared throughout the room as the panel stood and waved to the audience as they left. Steve felt like he could breathe again. He held Dustin close as they made their way outside, just as he had on the way in, and once the warm sun fell on their skin Steve took the backpack off his shoulders and pulled out a few granola bars and bottles of water. Steve spoke again after a few minutes.

“I have a surprise for you.” He stated as he zipped the backpack up, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Really?” Dustin asked from his seat on the concrete curb. “What is it?”

“Can’t tell you. But, we have to be there in the next fifteen minutes so we should make our way over there.” Steve pointed to his watch as Dustin stood up. The boy was obviously starting to grow tired, though the afternoon sun shining in the sky should mean he should still be energised. He tired easily, Steve found, and between the fact Steve knew Dustin didn't get much sleep the night prior and the amount of excitement that filled the boy, Steve was surprised he hadn't crashed yet.

“Lead the way, father dearest.” Dustin said, mustering up as much enthusiasm as he could. That was okay, he’d be truly enthusiastic soon.

EDDIE MUNSON

Eddie thanked any god that was out there for the short break he and his friends were given after the panel. It was so much fun being able to talk to his fans, though he found it unfortunate that it was by way of him being on a stage. A specific boy who asked a question stuck out to him. Surprisingly over the others who shouted compliments or "I love you's" at him. Yep. Just a young boy in a large yellow sweatshirt, probably in his middle school or early high school years asking how he overcame the bullying. Eddie swore it almost done broke his heart.

He took a swig of his bottled water and ate a few pieces of the slightly stale pizza that sat in the small room he and his friends were provided. Eddie popped the tape out of his walkman to flip it around. He closed the lid, and pressed down the play button, letting the sound of his mixtape fill his ear through the single earbud he had in.

Wayne had poked fun at him when he bought it. ‘You tryna be old-school or somethin’?’ He’d said as he rubbed his knuckles into his nephew's scalp. Eddie missed his uncle, and couldn't wait to go see the man someday soon.

"I'm so excited to go meet everyone!" Chrissy gushed. She sat on the loveseat, Robin next to her. 

Haha, get it?

"I'm just happy I get to be with you, Chris. I don't know how I would handle everyone by myself." Robin smiled sheepishly. God, Eddie was gonna barf if Robin kept this up. How could two people be so clueless?

Literally, just ask her out already you idiot.

"I'm gonna make my way over to where I gotta be. Good luck, girls." Eddie clipped his walkman onto his jeans waistline and shot finger guns at the two.

"Good luck, Eddie!" Chrissy jumped up to hug him and over her shoulder, Eddie winked at Robin. Robin returned a shy look as Chrissy pulled away.

"Bye, Eddie," Robin mumbled and Eddie huffed humorously before leaving and shutting the door behind him. He took a deep breath, and finally started to make his way to the next phase of completing this con.

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It had been about half an hour of meeting fans, taking photos, and receiving small trinkets from crafty fans that he graciously took and thanked their makers. He wasn’t sure of the last time he’d felt so appreciated.

"I love you!" A fan said as they waved each other off.

"I love you too," Eddie would return those words multiple times, and each time he meant it. The photographer called for the next people in line. The next thing he knew, a familiar flash of yellow entered his vision and he recognized the owner of a mop of brown, curly locks. Eddie grinned. Then he noticed the figure following the young man. He was tall, and broad, and also had a mop of brown hair on the top of his head. His hair was not curly like the boy he was with.

Wow, okay.

"Hey, little man!" Eddie brought back the nickname from earlier as the boy tucked himself into Eddie's side, the other man standing just behind his son and in turn behind Eddie.

"Hi!" Yellow shirt was ecstatic and Eddie hugged the boy back. Eddie took a quick look over his shoulder at the slightly taller man, blinking him a greeting and receiving a nod in return. Eddie was sure he’d never seen someone so handsome.

Handsome. He couldn't believe he was using that word, but matched completely with what he was seeing. Broad shoulders, swoopy hair, and shiny eyes. Freckles, straight white teeth and a warmth that radiated off of his body. Eddie wanted to lean into it, always feeling so cold. This guy totally would’ve bullied him in school. But, here he was, not a malicious gilt in his eye.

Maybe Eddie wasn’t as over high school as he thought.

"Three, two, one." The photographer counted down before the flash struck, capturing the image. The youngest started to move and Eddie grabbed onto his shoulders.

"Hey," He started and the boy's confused eyes met Eddies. "Just wanted to remind you of how awesome you are." Eddie's smile was as soft as his eyes were and the latter's eyes widened. The photographer shouted out, trying to keep the momentum, and Eddie wished the boy farewell, giving one last look to the other man. The latter looked back at him, his expression was unreadable, but devastatingly attractive. The two left and Eddie continued on with the now shorter line of people left.

CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM

Chrissy sighed as she lay down on the loveseat in the group's room. Taking photos and meeting fans personally was super fun, but also very tiring. Robin was going to return soon. She had just left to grab a couple more bottles of water since she and Rob had finished theirs and the only one in the room was Eddie’s and frankly, she did not want to ingest whatever that man's mouth touches. (It was mostly cigarettes, that's all she knew.)

Her mind wandered back to Robin. Chrissy rested her head on the small pillow that sat in the corner of the cushions, almost wishing it was Robin's chest she were resting on instead.

Wait, what? She couldn't think of her best friend like this, could she? 

She couldn’t help but realise she thought this way a lot. What would Robin think? Yeah, she was a lesbian, but that doesn't mean she's interested in just any girl who comes along. Plus, she's Robin's best friend. Keyword, friend. There's no way Robin likes her in any other way than platonically. What would Robin think? Would she hate Chrissy? Her thoughts were cut short when the taller girl burst through the door, Eddie and the rest of the guys following.

"Guys you will never believe this. That one kid that asked that really deep question to me, came to my booth and I think he was there with his dad or something. Anyway the dad, or whatever, was like, super fucking hot--" Eddie's voice trailed off. Chrissy wanted to pay attention to Eddie's rambling, she did, but she had too much to think about right now.

"Hey," Robin's voice cut into Chrissy's thoughts from her spot on the floor next to the loveseat. As much as she loved to hear Robin speak, it was currently the last thing she wanted to hear "You okay?" 

"Yeah, 'm just tired 's all," Chrissy mumbled. Robin looked skeptical before nodding and sending Chrissy a sympathetic look.

-

Chrissy ended up going back to the hotel early while everyone else stayed back a bit longer before they left for a restaurant for a celebratory dinner. Robin offered to stay with her, but Chrissy waved her off and told her to have fun with the guys. Robin promised to bring her back some leftovers and let her know she hopes Chrissy feels better. Chrissy smiled weakly before Robin would leave and Chrissy would change into a tank top and shorts and slip into the sheets of the bed she would have to share with the girl she was currently struggling over tonight.

She felt herself tear up.

Why did this have to be so hard? Why did this have to happen now and not in like, high school? She couldn't be having a sexuality crisis right now, not while they were supposed to be having fun at the convention for the next couple of days. Chrissy was scared of rejection, she admitted to herself. Not having feelings bigger than their current friendship, but the idea that she tells Robin these feelings and Robin rejects her and never speaks to her again and--

The tears slid down her cheeks and Chrissy wiped them away.

It was no use though when the last tears would be replaced quickly.

STEVE HARRINGTON

Music quietly played through the speakers of Steve's car. He had placed an order for pickup at his and Dustin's favourite restaurant and they were on their way to go get it. Steve was starving and Dustin was on his way to falling asleep in the passenger seat. After another couple more minutes, they finally arrived at the place and Steve softly nudged Dustin's shoulder.

"I'll be right back, 'kay? Just grabbing the food." He said quietly. Dustin nodded and Steve took that as acknowledgment. He got out of the car and went inside, waiting for a staff member. Someone quickly arrived. Steve told them his business and his name and in return, he earned a big  warm paper bag that would be filled with the dinner. Steve thanked the person who helped him and he walked out of the door and made his way back to his car.

Until he saw a cloud of smoke from where the end of the small parking lot and the wall of the building met. There stood a man who he recognized all too well.

This was stupid. Steve was stupid.

Still, Steve walked over to the other who still wasn't made known of his presence.

"Hey," Steve greeted as he got closer. The long-haired man turned his head, blowing out another cloud of smoke. He tilted his head curiously before he spoke.

"Hi," Eddie said before he dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. "You're the guy that came in with the kid in the yellow, right?" Steve nodded, ignoring how his heart stuttered at the fact he was recognized.

"Yeah, he's my son. I wanted to thank you for what you said to him," Steve began, fiddling with the handle of the paper bag. "He's been having some issues at school. Says watching your videos and stuff makes him feel better." Eddie smiled and rocked back and forth on his feet.

"Nah," He put his cheek to his shoulder and his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "Sucks that shits happening to him. Looks like times haven't changed, huh?" Steve sighed and pursed his lips in a silent apology. "What's your name, pretty boy?" Eddie asked. Steve laughed and shook his head lightly as blood rushed to his face. God, he hadn’t felt like this in ages.

"Steve," He answered. Eddie stepped forward, leaving limited space between the two. Steve blinked, his legs feeling as though they were full of lead.

"Well, Steve." Eddie pulled something out of his pocket before reaching his arm through the space of Steve's arm and torso, slipping whatever was in his hand into the back pocket of Steve's jeans. He let his hand stay there a second, eyes not reaching Steve's, but rather trailing over each feature on his face. After what felt like forever, Eddie removed his hand. He patted Steve's hip. "An… Offer. If you want it." Eddie stared up at Steve through his eyelashes. Their height difference wasn't much, but it was enough for Eddie to have to turn his eyes upwards.

Eddie took a step back. Steve sighed.

"I have to return to my friends. They're probably wondering where I am." He took one last look, up and down, at Steve. "Hope that serves you well," Eddie smirked before he turned around and walked back towards the entrance of the restaurant.

Steve froze for a second before he reached into the pocket, still warm from Eddie's hand. He pulled out what the other had put in. It was a wad of paper. Confused, Steve unrolled it. There he found digits scribbled. Eddie had given him his number.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

"Night, Ed! Night Austin!" Robin called from down the hallway, receiving a couple of grumbled replies. She giggled to herself before she continued her way to her room. She got to the door, pulled out her key and let herself inside. There she found minimal lighting and a mound under the covers of the bed, some strawberry blonde hair peeking out from the top. 

Robin shut the door as she sympathetically sighed. She put the pasta she'd saved for Chrissy, her favourite, on the vanity and quietly made her way over to Chrissy's side of the bed. Robin put a gentle hand on Chrissy's exposed shoulder.

"Chris? You awake?" She mumbled quietly. No response. Chrissy's cheeks were stained with tears and Robin bit her cheek. Why had Chrissy been crying? She wasn't feeling too good, Robin knew, but what had made her cry? She pushed Chrissy's hair behind her ear and stayed there for a moment before returning to the door where she took off her shoes and coat, accidentally knocking Chrissy's coat off of the hanger. It was a quiet sound, but still, Chrissy awoke.

"Robin?" She yawned as she sat up and turned to where the other was standing.

"Y-yeah. Sorry for waking you," Robin's apology was soft as she picked up the smaller coat. She paused for a moment after hanging it back up. "Chris? Were you... Crying?" Robin moved back towards the bed. She was never the best at this type of stuff. She never knew how to help people feel better, oftentimes she felt useless in these situations. But, her best friend was hurting, and she needed to try.

"No! Uh..." Chrissy pulled her knees to her chest before huffing defeatedly. "Yeah,"

"How come?" Robin sat down and shuffled closer to Chrissy, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her into a side hug. "You okay?" Chrissy sniffled and shook her head. "What's wrong?"

"Can't tell you." Chrissy put her forehead to her knees. "You'll hate me." Robin ran her hand along the shorter girl's back.

"I won't hate you, Chris. I could never hate you. I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything." Robin was even more concerned. Throughout the years Robin had known her, she’d never seen Chrissy this way, so full of self depreciation. The only time that had come close was just after her ex-boyfriend, Jason, broke up with her. But even then, she seemed more relieved than upset. Whatever was bugging her had to be serious. Chrissy was silent for a moment, the only sound in the room being the friction of Robin's hand on Chrissy's tank top.

"I think I like girls," Chrissy said. Robin's jaw almost dropped before she went to console her friend.

"Well, Chris, you know I'm a lesbian. Why would you think I’d-"

"I think I like you." Chrissy whimpered.

Oh.

"Chrissy... You're serious? You're not playing with me, right? Because this has happened before where a girl tells me they like me as a joke, or they think they like girls and want to use me as, like, the test to find out if they really do, and then turn around and--"

"I'm serious Rob, I just..." Chrissy let tears roll down her face once again and Robin unconsciously let herself wipe them away. "This is all so new to me and you're my best friend and I don't know how to feel." Robin frowned. She remembered her sexuality crisis in grade eight and how hard it was for her. She felt for Chrissy at this moment. Carefully she turned Chrissy around and pulled her onto her lap, grabbing the hands that covered the latter's face and moving them away. Robin smiled gently as she spoke.

"Hey," She started with. "It'll be okay, Chrissy. Trust me. It's hard for a while, I know." Robin brought Chrissy's head to her shoulder. They were silent for a moment until. "I like you too," Robin whispered. Chrissy gasped and pulled back, staring at Robin with surprise.

"You-- You do?" She gasped, staring up at Robin with big eyes. Robin took Chrissy's face into her hands pulling her in to leave a kiss on her forehead. Chrissy was a light shade of pink and less upset than before.

"I do. I have for a long time." Robin laughs. Chrissy smiles and lays her head back on Robin's shoulder. They stay there for a few minutes before it seems like Chrissy's about to fall asleep. Robin carefully took Chrissy out of her lap and laid her on the bed. "We'll talk about this in the morning, 'kay?" She said softly. Chrissy nodded and Robin smiled fondly. "I'll be right back." She pulled the blankets back over Chrissy's half-conscious body and she left to the bathroom before pulling out her phone.

Me

guess who might have a chance at getting a girlfriend

eddie help me

After a few minutes, Eddie didn't reply. He must be sleeping, Robin thought.

When actually, Eddie was up making a few text messages of his own.

tags:

@marklee-blackmore

[evita-shelby]

Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 11

Gif by @sibirr

“What brings you here, kid?” Shelby asks sitting on an old metal chair like it was a throne.

He is in a scrapyard.

His good trousers stained from the dirt and grime after being made to kneel before the man he was named after.

For a man who barely reaches Tom’s chin when he is standing, Thomas Shelby somehow manages to be imposing.

Having Tom kneel at his feet like this makes him want to kick his teeth in.

Always had a problem with authority, be it his dad or the law or men like Shelby.

“Said he was looking for our Diane,” the barman had answered for him, and Tom wondered if this was one of the infamous Shelby Brothers.

Looked like him except for the moustache and the signs that life had been shittier to him than his brothers.

“I told you, she’s my girl.” Or was, he wasn’t sure what they were. “Came to see her, ‘cause every time I call, they hang up on me.”

He is told she is not home, or busy and the most recent one had Thomas Shelby warning him to never call again.

This has going for nearly ten days, and Tom can’t stand by it anymore.

He needs to see her.

“This is the boy, this skinny Manc is the boy she’s been moping around for?” the man, Arthur, he assumes, laughs, and offers him a hand to help him to his feet.

He’s almost hesitant about taking it, wanting to prove he is not afraid of them.

The guys keeping him down move without even being told out of respect or fear.

They fear him in a different way than the boss.

His dad said the eldest Shelby was a killing machine, the Shelby brothers were the stuff of legends, men bred and raised tough by their gypsy thug father and gypsy witch mother.

A backstreet razor gang a hundred miles away that came knocking at their door because cupid decided the girl Tom would fall for would be the devil’s precious little girl.

They’re dangerous, boy, you hear me. Don’t you dare go knocking at their fucking house! His father had warned when he caught him getting a rucksack ready should he have to stay overnight.

It was going to be her birthday tomorrow; he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Had a gift for her with the money she helped him win at the track.

Said it had been how her mum and dad started, her telling him the winning horses and he using that knowledge to wipe out their competitors.

Eventually the Shelby Betting Shop became The Shelby Company Limited.

They gave it a try one weekend, after he got fired from the shop on the day his mother died. They came back with enough to get his dad and Lois a bit of relief and even splurged on something nice for himself.

He could get a betting license, then Di won’t be stuck being the one keeping food on the table for them and the little ones that come along.

To think Diane’s got him thinking about settling down and he’s only been with her for some three months.

“I’m twenty-two, I’m not a boy.” Tom said accepting the offered hand.

“So we said till the war made real men out of us.” Arthur replied, reminding him about what Diane saw.

Was she afraid he’d turn into someone like her dad?

At least her dad got his shit together, not like his who couldn’t handle losing mum eleven years ago and left Lois the burden of taking care of everything.

11-year-old Lois had to put away her dollies and take care of him and dad because granny and their aunties said she had to ‘cause she was girl and that is how things are.

Tom refuses to become a burden.

He’s been one for far too long.

If he’s going to be in the Navy, he’s going as far as his talents and luck take him before Hitler sinks him.

Lois wouldn’t have to work and just focus on her music, be able to have the life she lost when mum died; his dad could finally see him as grown man and not the wayward twelve-year-old boy who lost the only parent that understood him.

“I suppose we’ll see what this one does to me.” Somehow the men here understand what he has said.

“Sounds just like you did, Tommy. Fucking Douglas wanted his kid to be just like you, didn’t he, Sergeant Major?” Arthur laughs at his words and both Thomas’ recoil at being accused of being the same.

He’s seen houses like these, on the outside and once on the inside when Lois was fifteen and he managed to get them inside Mrs. Gaskill’s House for a tour.

But Arrow House is a whole different beast.

It could eat ten of those houses for breakfast.

Fuck you could fit Bellevue in the property as well.

“Frances, where’s Diane, she has a guest.” Shelby makes the word feel like an insult.

They have a housekeeper, a butler and

Shelby and his brothers give their coats to the older woman and Tom nutters an apology when she has to get his attention.

A castle fit for a princess.

And he the piss poor bastard taking her from all of this.

“Miss Shelby is reading in the library.” The housekeeper answered and then asked if he needed anything.

“Take her guest to her, Frances.” Shelby orders and the woman nods respectfully before sending them on their way. “If it isn’t much of an inconvenience, have someone there to keep things proper.”

A chaperone he means, to keep things proper between Diane and her boyfriend.

If Shelby knew they were far beyond that, Tom would be returning home in a coffin.

Diane’s been out riding when she sees the cars come into the property.

Arrow Hall was considered small by larger estates, but it was easy to lose yourself here.

Her parents had chosen it for that reason. They wanted a house that had all they needed, and both needed somewhere to go where only a handful could find them.

And just like them, Diane loves the feeling of getting lost on purpose.

She could always find her way back, a gift she also inherited from them like her younger siblings.

Only Gabriel can match her in ability, born with the innate ability to sneak up even on witches like Diane and her mother.

But today, her father has guests and while she is here, she is to be the MP’s daughter who never has a hair out of place and never says the wrong things or wear anything like jodhpurs when he has guests.

The young witch is dressed in a fashionable and modest yellow knit skirt suit by the time the cars arrive at the front entrance.

She is reading the paper sitting in an elegant armchair that once belonged to some noble or high-profile prisoner or something like that.

Diane had seen a shock of blonde hair in the passengers of the car and rode like the wind hoping it was Tom.

Double reason to put the effort in her looks.

“Thank you, Frances, you may leave.” She said pretending she does not want to run to him because she is just so happy to see him.

“What brings you here, Tom?” she asks playing it cool.

Things had ended badly between them; she isn’t even sure why he is here.

Made it perfectly clear he was done with her lying and thinking so ill of him.

And he is not wrong, had she been the one lied to and then called immature for not reacting one way, she would have done the same.

Diane knows she owes him an explanation and an apology; she just isn’t even sure when she’s to do it given, she’s been here ten days.

The witch supposed now was the time.

The universe did love giving her the worst timing for everything.

Frances leaves the door open to keep things proper and neither waste time closing the space between them.

“Your old man asked me the same thing, love.” He said with that grin of his that makes her heart flutter.

God, she’s been going mad without him. No wonder her parents hated being apart from each other.

“And what did you tell him?” she asked eschewing her caution and throwing her arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his around her waist.

“Told him I came here for you.” Tom bent his head just as she reached up in her tiptoes to kiss lips she’s kissed a thousand times before and in her dreams these lonely nights.

No more lying.

This time she means it.

[treasure-goblin]

Me: *is suffering*

Reyes:

UPTOWN GIRL!!

SHES BEEN LIVING IN HER UPTOWN WORLD!!

I BET SHE'S NEVER HAD A BACKSTREET GUY!!

I BET HER MOMMA NEVER TOLD HER WHY!!

Hector:

CUZ HE'S POOR!!!

[pastsaoi]

i'd love to know about all of the wips because of the sheer potential of all of them, really.

bet okay here we go ty for asking!! all of these r drafts so excuse anything that is clunky or weird sounding

part 2 in the 'is marius von hagen an idiot or just bisexual' series

this revolves around marius being allergic to silver. all his jewellery is platinum and he gets touched by luke Who Is Wearing A Silver Ring At The Time. queue a nasty rash all over and he never notices the ring bc he is more focused on luke, which leads to mar believing he is allergic to Luke Pearce and asking the rest of the team about it. he is genuinely distressed at the thought of potentially being allergic to luke

Whenever it was just Vyn, Robin and Artem in the NXX Headquarters, it was quite peaceful. They got on with their work with quiet conversations and no terrible, very bad ideas. With Robin present, it stopped Artem and Vyn from their bickering and, thus, it was calm. Serene one could say. The perfect environment to work and not fuck it up. Though it could also be said that this was simply calm before the storm.

So when the quick pounding of footsteps echoed around the hall near the door, Vyn took a deep breath, Artem rubbed at his temples and Robin clasped her hands together, hoping for something normal for the team like a murder or missing persons case.

"CAN YOU BE ALLERGIC TO PEOPLE?"

Her hopes had not been answered and Robin simply stared at where Marius stood at the doorway, looking… well, like shit.

once upon a fucking december

Okay so. Anastasia is my favourite film of All Time so ofc i had to make a tot au for it!! i have many different variations for this idea such as: rosa as anya and luke as dimitri, vyn as anya and rosa as dimitri, marius as anya luke as dimitri You Get The Idea. i don't actually have a snippet for this one bc its mostly just plots and plans in a gdoc But i will write it one day when i decide who to write as who

nxx unsolved : supernatural

The team go ghosthunting basically. marius signs them up to go explore a supposedly haunted building in stellis after someone asks and he does it under the guise of Teamwork and Team Bonding. its mostly a disaster

"This is a terrible idea," Vyn had stood up to fix himself a cup of tea almost immediately as Marius started speaking, though the whole team knew if he could get something stronger he would.

Marius pointedly ignored him. "We could be like the guys from Scooby Doo! I will be Fred and Miss can be Velma since she's the smartest out of all of us."

"Luke has eaten dog food before so he can be Scooby," Robin pitched in from where she was sitting, sending a bright grin over in Luke's direction.

"Fuck you! I swore you to secrecy!" The dog food eater threw the pillow he was holding at Robin and it was quickly tossed back.

Robin kept her smile, "all's fair in love and war. And I want Artem to be Daphne!"

"Why should Artem be Daphne? They're nothing alike?"

"He's the prettiest out of us all and don't argue, 'cause you know I'm right, Luke!"

backstreets back ALRIGHT DUN DUN DUNDUN

band/idol au thing. i was listening to nysnc and then i sat up and was like Wait A Second and thats how this idea was born. poor rosa is going through it as she deals with their bullshit. havent written much for this one atm but

Robin got the email yesterday that she was getting transferred into group management.

She was being assigned to a newly established boy band named NXX and was now the group manager. Robin couldn't believe her eyes, she was a goddamned PR manager????? Who in their right mind got her to do this??

Sure, she'd done something similar in her first year with TE. Her first job with the company was working with their most successful girl group, JAEI, but she wasn't the group manager???? She was the one who managed their social media and scheduled interviews! That's nothing compared to actually managing a group?? How would she be able to manage this?

Robin needed coffee, and Celestine, and more coffee.

Dead in 3 years?? OR NOT

Right. this one Luke is Dead and is now a ghost who goes around haunting fancy places for fun. he ends up haunting marius' new home which is very fancy and he ends up befriending a ghost luke. again i have no snippet for this one bc. I have not written anything yet but it is an idea that i will eventually write!!!

hey god can you take this guy away

yk the river styx? charon the ferryman who takes over the dead people? Yeah that is luke pearce and marius, a very not dead person arrives asking to go to the underworld

Long boat rides offer a lot of time for thinking, but Luke was really all thinking out. He had been here for who knows how many years and no longer had much to think about, lest he wanted to question his very existence for the 8th time that week.

He has to admit though. This shit is so, so lonely. The lost dead people don't really talk to him and are too nervous about their journey to the Underworld to actually speak so they aren't any fun. You get sick of morbidly enjoying people's stress after a short while, he might be a courier of souls but he isn't a monster!

Which is why, on his next journey over the river, as he was letting people onto his boat and accepting their kinda gross coins from their mouth, Luke was pleasantly surprised to see a definitely not dead guy.

Vyn Richter Loses It

story is in the title tbh. vyn is tired he has had A Bad Week and just wants to get this nxx meeting over with and go home but then the blender blows up and there is a strange mixture everywhere (help Him)

He has zero patience for the members of the NXX team today (excluding Robin, of course). His lacking patience rears it head once again when he walks into headquarter and finds-

Well, it looks like a fucking bomb went off.

Keep in mind, Vyn owns the building that houses their headquarters. He paid for it and while he isn't lacking in money, it was still expensive, it's in the Victorian District for God's sake stuff there isn't exactly cheap.

So, pardon his reaction to finding the entire room covered in something white that quite frankly makes Vyn very nervous. Oh, and really annoyed. Not to mention the blasting of a K-Pop song he recognises since it was both Neil and Giann's favourite song for a while. (For about 5 months straight it was the only song allowed to be played in headquarters and in their modes of transport (it drove Vyn absolutely mad)). The song isn't helping with anything.

There is a distinct odour of vanilla and egg which is quite possibly the worst combination of things he's ever smelt. He covers his nose and closes his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep his growing temper in check and prepare himself for whatever he'll find in there.

RED ALERT VYN RICHTER IS HOT

this is just rosa thinking abt how hot all her team is and also realising that Vyn may be the hottest out them all and needing to go sit and think. this is mildly fanservice-y but its okay

Robin knew she worked with insanely attractive men. She knew it, she relished in it, she embraced it.

However since she is around attractive men so much, she tends to forget just how hot they are sometimes. At random points it hits her, like when Artem stretched his arms above his head and she just stared. And he had a tight shirt on. And she could see everything. (She excused herself and sat on the bathroom floor in headquarters for about 15 minutes, rethinking everything.)

She frequently had these random experiences and she usually handled them quite well. It came with a lot of self reflection and crying at just how lucky she was to be with such works of art regularly.

those r my drafts. my wips. can u tell i like marluke just a Bit

will i ever finish these? Who knows bc i certainly do not i am a busy person but i love them all so maybe one day u will see them on my ao3

[sparkly-skies]

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#pretty sure i've said at some point what i think about blonde alex mattson but 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️ maybe you'll never know

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#5

"#also everyone: look what [bandmember 1&2] did#Jess: look an otter🥰" hello @mondscheinprinzessin it was a very cute otter and I had to take a picture for my friend! But I can scream about the bands too 😂 I mean you were there but still

They were all so smiley and happy, like everytime you looked at anyone from any band, they were just the 🥺🥰😍 emojis in person, except when Olli did his creepy "place your bets if you'd survive meeting me alone" stare ajsdfkjs

So smiley!! So happy!!

Samy's little "disappearing into the crowd and re-appearing on whatever you can stand on or climb onto" magic trick, and also on the pillar right in front of us that made me worry if he'd fall down on us if he were to fall

the rowing stuff people did in Berlin ft. Joel + Niko hopping into the moshpit because why not I guess

Aleksi going smash smash smash on Tommi's drums during Alive or Only Burning is 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

all the cuddles!! so many stage cuddles!!

Joel's... thing? when Joonas sings? it's like he's trying to reach for something inside Joonas' jacket

Samy apparently saying what's the point of a fishnet shirt, let's just start the show shirtless straight away

and saying how great it is that they get to tour with their friends

they are all too pretty to be true and I don't understand how

we stood about halfway away from the stage in Munich and I STILL couldn't look at Olli for longer than a few seconds because of his STARE. what is the man doing??

Aleksi being his little hypeman self and smiling so beautifully when people react is so nice 🥺

Joel constantly bothering any of his bandmates somehow, love that

Samy saying there's no place for homophobia at their concerts 🥰🥰🥰

also the bi flag in Munich

the Ocean's singer having minor issues with his guitar at both concerts, but enough in Munich that he had to try to entertain the crowd for a minute or two while his bandmates were watching him like "hmmmm yeah he's got this, no need for one of us to take over while he fixes his guitar"

They are just. All SO GOOD to see live! They all have such energy and enthusiasm and you can see every single minute how happy all of them are to be there! 🥺🥰💖

Santeri in his grumpy moomins shirt smiling SO brightly at a crew guy

screaming along to Don't Fix Me has to be a temporary therapy replacement somehow. If you can't go to therapy, screaming along to Don't Fix Me and Opinions is fine (for a while).

the little pause in Autopsy and then the whole crowd screaming "I need to open up" ✨

all three bands watching each other perform from the balcony thing ✨🥰

ehehehe the way they all stand next to each other in GFTG for the Wembley kisses, and at the end for the bow 🥰🥰

I don't know which song they're covering somewhere in the middle but it's fun to listen to. Also Aleksi's electronic (?) interlude slaps 👌🏼👌🏼

Ooooh the BMTH before they started while I stood there in my BMTH shirt 😌 also Backstreet Boys, and the stupid Saints Go Marching In song, and the Linkin Park x Titanic outro. Like. Somehow those song choises are all SUCH BC energy

also singing and making us sing only a few seconds of Linkin Park. Let us sing the whole thing you cowards

I still don't know why Joel ducked when he walked across the pathway.

Also still don't know why they introduce Aleksi as Alex Mattson

love how we almost didn't find the entrance in Munich at first and then almost left the wrong way afterwards too

also interesting song choice that was on in the garden-thingy when we left (Ryan Casatta's "Daughter")

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17 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 9. September 2022

#4

#someone gif that part so i can send it to my terror twin i'll love you forever

pspsps @the-very-rubiest go bother your bestie

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[itssolonelyhere]

Wisteria ~ Chapter 5 "Shiver"

Eddie sighs, lazily picking up the tape. "Why the hell not?" The music a person likes can say a lot. What will this tell him about Chrissy? Maybe nothing. But she emphasized Billy Joel. First and foremost. Glancing at the list on the back, he scans the titles for one that's familiar to start with. He lives in a trailer, not under a rock. Everyone knows the Piano Man and at least a few of his songs.

This one will do. It's really popular, especially with chicks. There's no way she doesn't know it. Pushing the tape in, he starts the van and lights up a cigarette. Might as well just go to Gareth's now. They can chill for a bit until it's time to shove off.

"Oh, oh, oh… Uptown girl. She's been living in her uptown world. I bet she's never had a backstreet guy…"

"Jesus Christ." A grimace forms on his face listening to the lyrics. He never paid them any mind before. But holy shit. The window gets rolled down as he takes a long drag, blowing the smoke outside.

"... And when she wakes up and makes up her mind, she'll see I'm not so tough… Just because I'm in love with an uptown girl…"

"Oh, shit!" Eddie slams on the breaks seeing that stupid red light, leaving skid marks trailing behind the van. That was a close one. He might be a little over the line but good enough. Screw getting another ticket. The damn cops like chilling in the little parking lot nearby, waiting for some fool speeding down the busy street. He's been the fool. A few times. The Man can piss off. They're not getting any more of his money.

'Hmm?'

Feeling a familiar creeping sensation crawling up the back of his neck, he whips his head to the side to look out the window. Two guys in a car in the next lane are staring at him. Not just staring… Gawking. The one on the passenger side is more obvious about it. They must be college shitheads. Sitting pretty in a BMW their parents probably bought them.

"You gotta problem, man?" Their reactions are irritating him. What's with people today? It's like everyone wants to get on his nerves now. After having a pretty decent day, this is a real pain. They don't respond. Just keep staring like he's some kind of oddity on the side of the road. Fine. If that's what they want, that's what they'll get.

Hands shoot up to make devil ears as he rolls his eyes back and wags his tongue, making a hissing noise. The guy closest to him recoils and quickly rolls the window up. As if his life depends on it. Maybe the satanist will sprout wings and rip him out of the car. Or snatch him up to use as a sacrifice. Whatever paranoid bullshit people think these days.

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[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Cheerleader Eddie AU, Uptown Girl (Reprise)

"Been a while Munson." Eddie was frozen in place as the blonde circled him. "What's with the stupid look? You look surprised to see me."

"You're dead." The cheerleader blurted out but the man laughed.

"Do I look dead to you?" The vision spat as Eddie backed away from the sink and not-Billy followed. "What? I thought you'd be excited to see me."

Eddie's mind raced as he tried to figure out what the fuck was going on. This felt way too real to be hallucination. The not-Billy reaching out and grabbing his wrist only confirming this as he tossed the cigarette aside and leaned into kiss him. This was wrong on so many levels. Eddie violently pushing the figure away and stumbling back. not-Billy glared at him as he does so.

"The fuck Munson? Usually you're on your knees begging for it by now." It snarled.

"You're not real. You're not fucking real." Eddie wasn't sure if he was talking to not-Billy or himself as he said it. Memories flashing before his eyes of him and the blonde in the same locker room after gym practice in the empty showers. The rough hands none too gently feeling along his body as he was pushed against the tiled wall. Not-Billy approached him and none too gently mashed their mouths together in a kiss. The tongue forcing itself down his throat as the metalhead was shoved backwards into the edge of the sink. One of vision's hands forcing itself down his pants as Eddie tried pushing him away.

'I've been to enough clubs to know what that means.'

Eddie recalled the first time Billy ever really said something to him that wasn't an insult or asking to buy something. Eddie looking down to see him pointing at the bandana his right pocket.

'You like it rough, huh?'

Eddie remembered the fear of the jock telling the rest of the basketball team about it. Then the confusion that followed when Billy came onto him. Eddie didn't mind though, fuck, it felt good for a while. But then it became pretty clear that Billy was ashamed of him. Hiding anything to do with Eddie "The Freak" Munson. Then Eddie did the one thing he knew he shouldn't have said.

'I love you.'

They'd met up in the quarry the day Eddie said it. Billy stared at him for a moment before he started to laugh. He never saw Billy again after that. And every single damn time he thought back to the guy he wanted to kick himself for letting it happen.

Eddie didn't realize his eyes were closed until they snapped open and saw the figure. It was still Billy but his skin was gray with skin falling away to reveal the organs underneath as he seemed to rot away before his eyes until there was nothing left but a red fleshy mass of a creature. The metalhead finally finding the strength to shove it off as he ran to the locker room door.

"What's the matter Munson? I thought you loved me. Isn't this what you want?" The voice got deeper and deeper as Eddie frantically pulled at the door handle.

"Help! Fuck! Somebody!" Eddie screamed as he prayed for someone to help him. His mind going to the one spot of sunshine in his life from the past week and he cried out for her. "Chrissy!"

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"No, no, no, come on Eddie, this isn't funny." The cheerleader pulled on Eddie's arms, trying to bring him down but his body refused to move. His eyes were rolled completely rolled back in his head. She thought about running to get help but what the fuck could even help with this kind of thing? "Wake up, Eddie, come on!" She hit his legs out of frustration and felt tears starting to well up.

Looking around the bathroom, Chrissy thought about a few days ago when they were locked in the girls room together. The redhead paused when she remembered that day.

"Uptown Girl," her voice was shaking as she held onto her teammate's legs. "She's been living her uptown world. I bet she's never had a backstreet guy. I bet her Mama's never told her why." She watched as his body seized for a moment a d his eyes came back into focus. "Yes! Eddie!" She cried out. "I'm gonna try for an uptown girl, she's been living in a white bread world-"

In the excitement of Eddie snapping out of the supernatural trance, Chrissy didn't anticipate his body falling down onto hers.

"Crap!" Chrissy cursed as her much heavier teammates dead weight hit her at full force.

"Mmm...Chrissy...is that you?" The metalhead slurred out.

"Yeah, it's me Eddie. Could you roll over? You're kind of crushing me." The blonde wheezed as Eddie stared at her confused for a moment before his eyes widened and he scrambled off the girl.

"Fuck-sorry." He muttered. She watched his eyes dart around the room in confusion. "Why are we in the locker room? And why does my head hurt?"

"You don't remember?" Chrissy asked and Eddie shook his head.

"I remember going to the mirror then....then I had a nightmare. I don't remember falling asleep."

"You were floating." Chrissy tried to explain, pointing at the air behind him. Eddie stared at her extremely confused. "Literally floating in the air. It was like you were possessed-I thought you were going to die." Eddie stared at her, glancing back with fear etched into his face.

"It was real." Eddie said, his voice hitched.

"What?"

"The nightmare-the thing chasing me, fuck it was real." He stood up in a panic. Chrissy followed when he stumbled back. "The man, he, he was right there and he was red and fleshy-fuck, Chrissy. He was right here."

"Wait, you said there was a man in your dreams?" The nightmare from the day previous was still vividly etched into her memory.

"Yeah he looked like some weird, naked, fucked up Freddy Krueger." Eddie let out a whimper. "Please tell me you believe me. That I'm not going crazy."

"Of course, I do, Eddie, please you gotta calm down." She tried to reassure her friend. "Eddie, I saw him too."

"...you what?"

"I saw him too. Last night in your car. I saw him." The two stared at each other with the realization. "Listen, we need to get out of here in case whatever...that was comes back."

"Yeah...yeah that sounds like a good idea." Eddie winced. "Shit...I think I hurt myself even more than before."

"Come on," Chrissy wrapped her arm under Eddie's, helping him to the door. ”My parents are out for the weekend. I'll patch you up at my place. Sound good?"

"Mhmm." Eddie nodded, both terrified of being left alone again.