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Chapter Five - Cold Eggs

W/C: 6K

Eddie x Fem reader - Grumpy!Bartender!Eddie x Shy!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety attack, mentions of drinking

Some early morning honesty on the rocks. Eddie is fucked. In every sense other than literal.

A/N: I'm getting giddy over these two please tell me yall feel the same

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The Munson bachelor pad wasn’t as boyish and messy as you initially thought. You were sober enough to make that observation. It was cozy, much like your own home and was around the same size. The kitchen was probably the messiest part of it however you didn’t get a peek at the bedroom which you assumed could also be very disheveled. There were cereal boxes left open on the counter, Cocoa Pebbles being the one that caught your eye along with a neglected box of Rice Krispies that laid on its side.

A few too many pots and pans cluttered the stove top and some empty cans of soup and Spaghettios were left to collect dust near the sink. His refrigerator held a collection of magnets, some being letters from the alphabet, although quite a few were missing, and others were ads from a pizza place and a few fruits and vegetables with cartoony faces. Among the mess on the counters, you also noted a few empty liters of soda and some crushed beer cans. Budweiser to be specific.

Other than that, the living room you’d been sitting in was tidy. There was a clearly used checkered blanket bunched up on the corner of the couch you’d been occupying for the past several minutes and a few car catalogs littering the coffee table along with a copy of Lord of the Rings, bookmarked with a coupon for ground beef clipped from the local ads. Next to that, an ash tray nearly overflowed.

His wallpaper wasn’t as ugly as yours, which you envied. It was maroon with even darker stripes alternating, creating a dark but homey atmosphere. The wall sconces on the other hand, we’re tacky. They looked more medieval than anything, almost like torches. The light wood floors contrasted with the walls and at your feet was a frayed rug that looked like it had seen better days. Not dirty, just tattered.

In the corner sat an acoustic guitar painted with the words ‘this machine slays dragons’ and next to it was an electric guitar, red with cracks of black. You’d never seen one like it before and it seemed to be well loved from what you’d heard every day, the endless guitar solos bleeding into your eardrums daily. At least he was getting his money's worth out of it.

You continued eyeing your surroundings, taking in the habitat that was Eddie Munson’s home when your gaze lands on a particular object that piqued your interest. It sat atop a shelf near the door, a lonely Garfield mug.

Before you could further examine the mug or even think of reasons as to why it was displayed, if it was even displayed, or perhaps it was abandoned in a hurry out the door, Eddie emerges from the bathroom just off the living room. His curls are now wet ringlets toward the bottom, and instead of wearing your puke, he wears a red sweatshirt that reads ‘Indianapolis, Indiana’ on the front along with some baggy black sweats. Despite his comfy clothes, his face is still decorated with that grouchy frown you’d grown used to. Did this man ever relax his face? His eyebrows were still pinched together either in thought or in irritation.

“I-um, I’ll wash the shirt and um the–the boots.” You stutter, rapidly standing from your perch at the edge of his couch.

Though still a little tipsy, more coherent thoughts flooded your mind. Guilt plagued you as you thought about the blanket of barf that coated his shirt and boots about a half hour earlier, abandoned on the front porch. You were smart enough to avert your gaze when he lifted his shirt off of his torso just to let it wrinkle up on the wood planks to be dealt with later. It wasn’t your fault that you’d caught a glimpse of the tattoos that adorned his body, some kind of dragon if you remember correctly, wound from his waist up to his ribs. The others you didn’t have long enough to distinguish their imagery, though there were several along with what appeared to be some scarring of some kind. You couldn’t be sure, the darkness from the night not allowing you a clear picture along with your hazy mental state.

“Don’t worry about it.” He dismisses while you bashfully sit back down on the edge of the couch.

It was hard to grasp whether he was pissed at you or just at life in general. You would take full responsibility for the vomit but everything before that was on him. Yelling at you over a pile of broken plates seemed far more degrading based on his tone, the way he reprimanded you and painted you as this stupid girl, unable to stand your ground. Maybe it was better that he fired you, you wouldn’t be subject to his obnoxious mood swings where he seemed to take everything out on you when shit hit the fan.

You continued watching Eddie move about his surroundings, taking in how he interacted with his day to day environment. What did he look like fully relaxed? Lounging around, playing his guitar without a care in the world. It was difficult to picture; the image of a moody man with a tensed facial expression the only one you could seem to conjure up every time rather than the vision of him with his feet kicked up on the coffee table, enjoying coffee out of that stupid Garfield mug. You wonder if takes his coffee with cream and sugar. Maybe just cream? Or just sugar? Maybe he drinks it black, that would be the most sensible option if you were going by his grouchy nature.

“Gonna find my keys, then we’ll go back to the bar to get yours.” Eddie decides, shuffling through some items on the kitchen counter.

The irony.

Agreeing with a hum, you allow yourself to lean further into the couch while trailing your finger over the faded plaid pattern, lines of beige crossing over white that temporarily held your focus. The clinking of empty beer cans against the linoleum counter can be heard, and then footsteps into the bedroom just off the living room to your left. Two idiots with misplaced keys under the same roof.

It feels as if the couch begins to mold around you, welcoming you into its springy cushions that otherwise wouldn’t be very comfortable but considering the night you had and the state you were in, you felt like you were on a cloud. Your thoughts drift back to curious visions of Eddie. What did his hair look like first thing in the morning? Was it as wild as you imagined? Curls sticking up every which way, frizzy and matted? Or was it somehow still perfectly messy? Boyishly messy.

Did he take those chunky rings off every night, leaving them on his nightstand until the morning? How many more tattoos did he have? What movies did he watch? What did he do for fun? You suppose plucking at his guitars was a main contender with the way it would constantly invade your ears. Obviously he read, your eyes catching that copy of Lord of the Rings on the coffee table again. Maybe he worked on cars too, based on those car part catalogs.

The image of him working under the hood of a car, all sweaty in some kind of tank top occupied your brain, his usually tense face hard at work with grease smeared along his cheek. And his hands. His hands would be coated in oil and he’d pull a rag out from his back pocket to wipe them off. Then he’d smile and reveal those deep dimples framing his face so perfectly. And then you would–

“Uh, Bambi?”

Eddie’s voice doesn’t do much other than cause you to stir in your sleep, snuggling a pillow while curling into yourself. You were nearly drooling, completely content. He couldn’t help but stare a little longer than necessary before realizing what a creep he was being. Was he supposed to wake you? If he was, he felt wrong doing so with how peaceful you looked. He rolled his eyes but truthfully, he didn’t mind having a guest for the night.

Maybe he’d be able to get some sleep for once.

–

Tossing around as the springs beneath you squeak, your mouth feels like it had previously been filled with sand. Not an ounce of saliva coated your tongue, you were severely dehydrated. You flung the knitted blanket that had rested on top of you off–when did that get there? You don’t remember grabbing a blanket before drifting off into a deep slumber.

This wasn’t even your house.

Collecting your thoughts, you recall that you had been sitting on Eddie Munson’s couch before apparently falling asleep. It was still dark outside, signifying that it had to be early in the morning which meant you’d only slept for maybe two or so hours. A lamp set atop a beat up side table in the corner was the only thing illuminating the room now. Sitting up and stretching, your bones ached from the way they were piled on top of each other in the position you had been sleeping in. Your right arm had pins and needles running up and down it from being cut off from circulation for so long.

The groan that threatened to escape you was held in your throat as you scooted forward, only to find a full glass of water right there on the coffee table. This was beyond embarrassing, this was humiliating. If you could scurry out the door and across the yard back to your place you would, but you were in this predicament due to your own negligence.

With no other options available to you, you gulp down the lukewarm water, just grateful that your tongue was no longer dryer than the Sahara desert. But it still wasn’t enough. Your thirst seemed unquenchable, at this rate you’d need approximately five more glasses. So you stood yourself up, legs shaky and stomach a tiny bit queasy, and wobbled over to the kitchen. You’d have to pace yourself to avoid throwing up a bunch of water since your stomach was so sensitive right now. Food was out of the question but water was a necessity.

Twisting the sink handle with a small screech of the metal, you fill the glass with a shaky and weak arm before sipping away.

Slowly. You remind yourself.

It must have taken around eight minutes to finish that second glass of water, coaching yourself through it the entire time. You grew tired of drinking it but persisted anyway. As you reach to fill a third glass, you’re startled by a figure in the doorway to Eddie’s room, unable to make out any features in the dim lighting. With a yelp, you manage to drop the glass in the sink, it clanking around noisily but thankfully, not breaking.

“Shit, why are you awake?” Eddie asks, hands raised in surrender as he emerges from the shadows.

“Why are you awake?” You counter.

He raises a brow, clearly wide awake. He didn’t even have that gravelly, sleepy voice. Maybe he hadn’t even gone to sleep at all. There was no evidence that his hair was any frizzier than before and his face didn’t have that puffiness to it when you wake up. It’s also possible that he just looked perfect when he woke up but if you’re being honest, no one really woke up perfect.

“I, uh, I was reading.” He admits, scratching the back of his head.

“Oh.”

An awkward silence trickles in, causing you to cross your arms as a means to close in on yourself, steadily backing up until you hit the counter behind you. Eddie maintains eye contact with you as he retrieves his own cup from one of the cabinets, filling it up and chugging it down with ease. You suddenly feel so out of place, like you were supposed to leave but there was nowhere else to go.

“I, um, I’m sorry for…for the puke. A-and for falling asleep. I didn’t mean to intrude.” You tell him honestly.

He only nods.

“I can go…sit on my porch until you go into the bar. And I’ll get my keys and be out of your hair.”

A few drops of water roll down his chin as he continues drinking, the back of his hand coming up to swipe the liquid away. He appears to be lost in thought, eyes concentrated on the counter in front of him where a few rogue Rice Krispies live. You let your legs carry you a few feet away, your goal being the front door until he speaks up again.

“I’m not gonna be responsible if you get eaten out there.” He grumbles.

“Eaten?”

Eddie looks you up and down as if to say ‘are you serious?’. To be completely honest, you hadn’t taken into account the wildlife that thrived throughout the area before you moved in. Now you were looking more and more dumb by the minute.

“Bears?” He offers an anxious head tilt. “We have fucking bears here, Bambi. You can’t just wander around in the middle of the night.”

“I wouldn’t be wandering.” Why were you trying to make an argument? Out of all the things you could fight him on, why were you choosing whether or not you’d get eaten by a bear? “I would be sitting on my porch.”

You felt like the dumbest woman on the planet and you knew you should’ve stopped talking but the words just…came out.

“Bears can reach your fucking porch, you know that, right?”

His large eyes bored into you in disbelief, his mouth slightly hung open as he awaited your answer.

“Y-yeah.” You gulp.

“God.” He scoffs, turning away from you, perplexed before muttering something under his breath that you happened to also catch. “Christ, they shoulda turned you away.”

“Who?” You pipe up, feeling a bit daring.

For a moment, he turns to stare at you blankly. It’s almost as if you’re the only two people awake and if either of you happened to raise your voice in the slightest, it would awaken the town.

“The assholes that sold you that house.” He just about whines, his voice an octave higher, frustration obvious in his tone.

The refrigerator light briefly appears over the blue and green tiled floor as Eddie opens it, reaching for something before turning around toward the stove and kicking the door shut.

“What–what do you mean? Turn me away? What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask in offense.

“I mean…” He cracks an egg into a pan, followed by another. “They shouldn’t have sold it to someone so clueless.” Another egg.

The shells are discarded in the sink, further cracking into smaller pieces at the impact he’d thrown them.

“What? Were they just supposed to reject me until someone more ‘qualified’ came along?” You try to catch his gaze, ducking your head as he reaches for the salt and pepper. “And–are you seriously making eggs right now?”

You earn a scowl from him as his pan begins to sizzle, his hand quick to grab a spatula from one of the pots on the stove to flip the eggs. This had to have been some weird dream or manifestation. And there they were again, those three numbers falling from his lips in a whisper as his eyes shut temporarily while his eggs simmered.

“I was already qualified before you came along!” He raises his voice, not quite to a yell but not very quiet either.

Silence.

Your eyes must have bulged out of your head, Eddie’s features softening by the second. Regret settled in his eyes, your face the vision of pure horror and all because of him.

He got impatient.

His therapist would be disappointed in him. And so would Wayne.

“I-I just…I was going to, um…” He starts calmly. “I was gonna buy it. And, and I was—” His breathing is now shallow, his eyes wet and pleading. “It–it was–I don’t–”

“Eddie.” You whisper, trying to break through whatever trance he was in.

He seemed stuck in his own head, eyes darting back and forth while he struggled to find words. The eggs were on the verge of burning which prompted you to reach over him and turn the stove off. The spatula he previously held clung against the tile.

“I-I–um, I was–”

It’s as if he isn’t even in the room, totally removed as the same few syllables fell from his tongue.

“I’m–I-I–”

“Eddie, it’s okay.” You attempt to soothe him. “Do you wanna sit down?” You ask, trying to catch his eyes but failing as he squeezes them shut.

Again with the counting.

One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.

All under his shaky breath.

“I-I’m fine. ‘M fine.” His voice cracks, eyes opening timidly.

When you go to rest a comforting hand on his shoulder, he flinches, a gasp leaving his lungs. Forcing yourself a few steps backward in order to provide him the space he needs, you recognize a hint of fear within him. It’s not of you, it’s something else yanking at his thoughts.

“Sit down, let’s sit down, okay?” You instruct, gradually lower yourself, waiting for him to follow your actions.

Nodding, he slowly slides his back down the side of the counter, falling into a position where his knees were to his chest, hands resting against the floor. You join him, still keeping your distance but wanting him to know that despite the previous tension, you were being supportive through his episode. Whatever it may be.

“Breathe.” You tell him, just as he had done with you back at the bar. “In…and out.” You encourage him.

He follows, his breathing still labored but improving. Continuing for a minute or so, his shoulders finally loosen up, his face relaxing. You let him guide the situation from here, if he wanted to talk or remain mute. Either was okay.

Moments pass, the hard kitchen floor causing you discomfort that you willingly take, not daring to shift around too much as to keep the tranquility finally falling over the two of you. Instead, you take interest in the wood grain of the cabinets, eyes wandering around each curve like a maze, sometimes identifying shapes along the way. A dog’s face, a ghost, and occasionally the haunting silhouette of a human.

Sneaking a glance at Eddie, you find that his eyes are shut as he rests his head against the cabinet behind him, his hands fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie, tying little knots and then undoing them just to repeat the process. Your watch indicates that it’s 4:03 AM. You would usually be sleeping however you can’t really offer yourself much sympathy when it seems this is the norm for Eddie. He always had tired eyes though you’d never put much thought into it until now. He must not be sleeping. Which could also be a contribution to his moodiness.

“I’m gonna lose the bar.” Eddie speaks up from beside you, eyes still shut as he continues to fidget.

“Hm?” You turn your full attention to him.

There’s a pause, a moment of thinking. You can tell as he opens his eyes and side-eyes you, not with malice but more so to collect his thoughts. Lips pinched in between his teeth roughly, you could almost wince at the way blood surfaces from the poor abused skin. Not too obvious, but obvious enough as you await clarification, the tiniest bit of crimson seeping out from behind his teeth only to be left to dry out on his perfectly shaped lips. Then he breaks the silence with a heavy exhale.

“I, uh, I’m pretty close to losing it. Can barely pay the bills on the damn place. Been going downhill for a few months now.” He elaborates, spinning a ring around his finger repeatedly . “I was gonna use the rest of my savings that my grandpa left me to buy that house. Rent it out. I talked to a friend who’s really good with all that financial shit and he said I could get a steady income and most likely keep the bar running and profiting again.”

“Oh.” You whisper, a huge sensation of guilt overtaking you.

“Not your fault.” He sighs. “Guess I’ve been kinda taking it out on you.”

Now he avoids your gaze, far more interested in the cracked tile beneath him. A curse can be made out from just under his breath while he buries his head in his hands, running them up and down his face, almost as if to relieve some of his stress but having no such luck. His admission catches you off guard, not at all suspecting that this morning would turn into honesty hour.

“No.” You reply quickly. “I mean…yes. But I-I didn’t know. If I knew–”

“Don’t give yourself a stroke, Bambi.” He cuts you off, turning to look at you. “I’m not proud of how dick-ish I’ve been. It’s nothing personal though.” Eddie confesses, seemingly annoyed with himself.

Sincerity floods his eyes, a cry for help. But how were you supposed to help him? Before you can muster up some kind of response to his almost-apology, he continues.

“I-uh, I just can’t lose this bar. I inherited it from my grandpa and he had been running it for…years.” Behind his persistence, there’s hints of defeat. A bitterness that you’d come to recognize in the last few weeks. “And, uh, I didn’t know ‘im for very long but, I kinda feel like it’s my responsibility.”

“Didn’t know him for very long?” You asked before even calculating the consequences. You had no right to pry into his personal life.

His hands begin to move up and down his shins, a self-soothing gesture from what you can tell. Eddie was very fidgety, and you’d only just started noticing.

“Yeah.” He whispers. “I moved here like four years ago. Some bad shit happened back home and I–” There’s a moment of hesitation, a sudden panic lurking behind his gaze. “I can’t go back.”

You want so badly to ask him where ‘home’ used to be but decide against it. He had already willingly offered you more information than you would have originally been brave enough to ask for.

“Anyway, I never really knew my grandpa until I came here to live with him. He died last year. I’ve been trying to keep things afloat since then.” He explains, pinching the bridge of his nose with a shaky hand.

“I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t know.”

Genuine sympathy drips from your voice, the kind that felt like hot honey running down a sore throat during flu season. During the moment it feels…good. Comforting. In the way that only his mother ever was in the brief time they had together. And then the sting returns.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.” The walls are rapidly raised once again and god knows when you would get to peek through the cracks again. “We should, uh, we should get to the bar so you can get your keys. And your car.” He suggests, pulling himself up from the floor with a groan.

“Wait–what about your eggs?” You mention, gripping the edge of the counter for leverage as you stand.

The eggs were long forgotten about, now all sad and cold in the pan. Unappetizing. One of the yolks had somehow broken among the commotion of Eddie’s panic and left a disgusting coating around the gaps, that eggy-wet-dog smell nauseating you. They were trash in all honesty but Eddie didn’t seem to mind, quickly lifting the pan and grabbing a fork to shovel them into his mouth.

You can’t fight the urge to stare, cold eggs and runny yolks being tossed into his mouth without a second thought.

“What?” He glances at you in irritation.

“You could’ve at least heated them up.” You complain, nose crinkled in revolt.

He rolls his eyes but his annoyance quickly melts away, a fraction of a playful smirk pulling at his lips, eyes gleaming with something captivating.

–

The scent of tobacco and motor oil invades your nose, the smells of Eddie’s truck, much different than the little pine tree air freshener in the car he’d driven you in last night. The engine rumbles down the road, startling the birds as he drives by. Some kind of guitar riff blares through the radio, his ringed fingers tapping along against the steering wheel. Instead of his sweatshirt and sweatpants, he now wears a long sleeve covered with his leather jacket along with some ripped up blue jeans. As far as you’re concerned, he’s way underdressed for the brisk morning air, only getting colder and colder by the day. Though, he may run hot and the drop in temperature just doesn’t faze him. Even so, it’d make you feel better if he at least put on a heavier coat.

Regardless, you can’t seem to control the shivers that rattle your body, your teeth nearly chattering, jaw clenched tightly. You were mentally scolding drunk-you for forgetting your jacket at the bar and though you were on your way there now, it didn’t do you any good with the way you were practically an ice cube. It was apparent that the heater of Eddie’s truck wasn’t very efficient as the air coming out was slightly warm but not warm enough to relieve the cold nipping at the exposed skin of your arms. You could see your breath, only further reminding you of how cold you truly were.

Attention was the last thing you wanted as you subtly moved your hands that rested politely in your lap, up your arms to offer the tiniest bit of skin-on-skin warmth. Any kind of relief would do. You only hoped he wouldn’t notice as you began to move your hands back and forth as a means to create some friction, more heat.

Buy a large, fuzzy, soft coat, ASAP. You note to yourself.

As a distraction, you begin to identify objects within the truck, a solo game of ‘I spy’ if you will. At your feet, there’s a small crate of cassette tapes. An impressive collection, mainly metal and rock from what you can see. Maybe a few folksy ones behind those based on the labels, John Denver being the one that stood out to you. Then, another car parts catalog on top of the dash. An empty can of Dr. Pepper in the cup holder. Or what you assume to be empty. A definitely empty cigarette carton abandoned in the other cup holder–

“Shit, here.” Eddie says, reaching behind into the back seat only to magically pull out a denim jacket covered in several patches and pins.

Evidently, you weren’t playing it as cool as you thought, clearly somehow exposing that you were in fact freezing. He showed no emotion as he urged the jacket into your reach, eyes still focused on the road. Your hesitation only had him pushing the denim into your hand, wordlessly cautioning you that he wouldn’t have your modesty or insistence that you were fine. Clutching the rough fabric in your hand, you pause to stare at him, as if he was going to change his mind any second. He doesn’t. Only keeps his eyes forward, brows furrowed in that grumpy manner.

His nose is pink again and you were willing to bet that the tips of his ears matched if they hadn’t been hidden by his wild hair. Even his cheeks were dusted with the lightest rosy shade. Fall looked good on him. You couldn’t even imagine how amazing Summer would look on him.

Quickly, you undo your seatbelt and shrug the jacket on. It’s cold from living in the truck all night but warms you up regardless, much cozier than your bare arms out in the open. And it smells like Eddie, a smell you can’t quite pinpoint to one specific thing. A little bit like cigarettes, maybe a hint of cologne, spicy but not overpowering, and a whiff of rubber. It almost smelled like a garage.

The sun was just rising on the horizon, the lake coming into view perfectly as if to put on a show. Hues of orange painted the sky, birds chirping and squawking as they announced the arrival of a new day. An apricot dream accompanied by peachy tones.

–

The Bourbon was a shell of itself at 5:00 AM. The morning was bright and early though the bar wasn’t ready to awaken just yet, not until the evening when it thrived. Until then, it slept peacefully throughout the day, forgotten about until Happy Hour. Ribbons of light snuck in through the blinds, illuminating the smallest sections of the tables and the floorboards.

The lights quickly took over that magical early morning feel as Eddie emerged next to you, hands tucked into his pockets while you scanned the room. And there they were, your keys. Sat right on top of the bar just as you had remembered. Your jacket, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Bummer.

You could’ve sworn you grabbed it from the back lockers before you declared war on Eddie last night. It wasn’t there either, your locker devoid of your belongings other than a pad of paper and a pen.

“Have you seen my jacket?” You ask Eddie, checking the barstools just to be safe. Nothing.

He had slipped right back into work mode, even at the crack of dawn. You suppose it's fair though, the information he had shared with you in the quietest hours of the morning resonating in your mind. Work never stopped for him.

“Hm? No, I haven’t seen it.” He answers, collecting the dirty rags from their designated bin behind the bar to start them up in the wash.

With a soft pout, you trace your steps in your head but can’t seem to recall where you’d left it, your brain failing you. Maybe it would eventually pop up again, it wasn’t anything special anyway. It just happened to be one of the heaviest jackets you owned so you would have to remember to stop by one of the shops to search for something equivalent. Beginning to pull your arm out of the sleeve of the jacket you currently wore, Eddie’s voice stops you.

“Just–keep it ‘til you find yours.” He says. Like he knew.

Were you that obvious? Girl moves to a random town miles and miles away from home only to be unprepared for the weather conditions in which you would think she would be aware of before committing.

“No, it’s–”

You immediately shut up when you see his expression, something that says ‘for the love of god, just listen’ with glaring eyes and furrowed brows. Instead of fighting him on it, you offer your gratitude in the form of labor.

“Um, I could stick around…and help. If you need.”

Your words float in the air, so delicate it makes him want to vomit; not out of disgust but out of confusion for whatever feeling was swirling around in his head, making him dizzy. Each word was too sweet, cavity inducing sweetness that he wanted to lick up like icing. He wasn’t used to being presented with such regard, a candied offer delivered right from your pretty lips to his ears.

“If I still have a job.” You add. Sugary syllables pouring from your lips unintentionally. He may have a heart attack from the amount of sugar.

Eddie collects himself, clears his throat as if to also clear his conscience, not succeeding. You’re so unlike everything that he knows. He knows of friendly conversation and boyish banter, endless nights followed by endless days without sleep, he knows of his shitty attitude that comes around more often than not, but he’s never been one to know pure kindness, a certain tenderness radiating from you and seeping into him. Sure people are kind to him, especially here. But you’re something else.

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘course you have a job.” He affirms.

The small smile you grace him with makes him want to jump off of a bridge. Because he is such a cruel being, such a monstrous man awaiting further punishment from the universe for being much less than gentle with such a sweet-tempered, sympathetic human that may even be a gift from god himself if Eddie believed in all that.

And then Chrissy crossed his mind. He could not endure another loss. Chrissy was never even his but he used to mourn what could have been had she lived. Perhaps she was his first love. A miserable little middle schooler pining after Hawkin’s Sweetheart all the way up until highschool. And the moment he got close enough, she was gone, right in front of his poor traumatized eyes. It was enough for him to swear off love for good.

For some reason he was finding himself wanting to dial back on that promise. He had only known you for around two weeks and was going back on his own word. It was freaking him out, making him want to yank his hair out from the roots and collapse onto the floor. He felt like a teenage boy again, going through puberty and trying to work out all of his jumbled feelings and hormones.

You were staring at him expectantly and it was only then that he realized he had been lost in thought. A pool of thoughts actually. Maybe even having a revelation?

“You can uh…” He clears his throat, nearly hacking up a lung. “You haven’t…you haven’t eaten, have you?”

Internally, he’s scolding himself.

You’re gonna get hurt before you can even get close. People are not meant to love you, Munson. It’s been proven time and time again. Quit while you’re ahead.

He was too far ahead anyway. Would he ever learn his lesson?

People are not meant to love you.

“No.” You answer sheepishly. “But I-I’m fine!” You try to say convincingly. The reality was that your stomach was swallowing itself, the fact that your dinner had been four tequila shots was not favoring you.

“Bambi.” Eddie says sternly.

God she’s gorgeous.

He was fucked.

“Okay…fine. I haven’t eaten.” You admit. “But I can help out a little and then–”

“C’mon.” He demands, abandoning the bin of dirty rags to head for the kitchen.

And on the way, he reasons with himself as you follow.

Just be friendly. There’s nothing wrong with being friendly. We can be friends. Stop scaring the shit out of yourself. She wouldn’t even like you beyond that. No one would.

“So, what are you feelin’?” He asks, knocking his knuckles against the metal worktop.

“Oh, I-I don’t know. Whatever is easiest. You know what, I can just go get something from one of the shops, I’m sure that little pancake place is open by now.”

“You don’t trust my cooking?” He jokes, amusement written all over his face.

To be fair, he hadn’t given you much reason to trust him since you arrived. But somehow, layers were starting to peel back and you were getting the tiniest glimpses of his true self. And you’d be stupid not to indulge when he had practically propped the door to his mind right open. At least for the time being.

“Should I?” There’s a huge grin on your face, a stupid grin that you try to conceal but can’t. “I dunno, you kind of have me wondering if you’re gonna spit in my food or something.” You quip.

“Ouch.” Eddie feigns hurt by bringing a hand to his chest. “You think I’m that scummy?” He asks, raising his brow playfully.

“Oh, the scummiest.” You banter back.

“You’re breakin’ my heart Bambi.” He frowns before disappearing into the walk-in freezer, discarding his leather jacket on a hook on his way.

Truth be told he was breaking yours too, with his handsome face and his dumb smile, deep dimples you could think about for hours, and those eyes. They told a story, a tragic story that maybe he would never care to share. And that’s what broke your heart. Suffering in silence. You knew that feeling all too well.

“By the way…” Eddie shouts from the freezer before appearing once again. “I’m Eddie.” He sticks his hand out toward you, two eggs held in his free hand.

You look up at him, bewildered.

“I never asked for your name.” He reminds you with a shit-eating grin.

The Eddie you met weeks ago was gone as far as you were concerned. All within a few hours, he seemed to warm up to you.

The scary dog was rolling over…for you.

~end~

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milesluna · 11 months ago

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My Favorite Games of 2023.

Hi. Hello. Thanks ever so much for clicking on this page. Happy to have you.

First thing's first: I'm a little freak when it comes to video games. I don't feel the need to beat most games I play. From Software is one of my favorite studios in the industry and I've never finished a single one of their games. This means, fortunately, that I get to play a LOT more games than the average bear.

I've written up some blurbs about my top ten favorite games from 2023, but before that here's the list of every game I remember playing this year that left any sort of lasting impact on me (in no particular order):

Dead Space Remake Resident Evil 4 Remake F-Zero 99 Humanity Dredge Metroid Prime Remastered Anemoiaplois Alan Wake 2 Baldur’s Gate 3 LoZ Tears of the Kingdom Counter Strike 2 Hunt Showdown El Paso Elsewhere Jusant Slay the Princess| Remnant II The Finals Street FIghter 6 Lethal Company BattleBit Remastered Don’t Scream Homebody The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog Pizza Tower World of Horror Super Mario Wonder Mr. Sun’s Hatbox Fifa 23 Sea of Stars (Demo) Half-Life (25th Anniversary Update)

And the games I played that were NOT released in 2023:

Unpacking Persona 4 Golden Picross 7 The Order 1886 Shovel Knight Dig Lost Planet: Extreme Condition Spider-Man: Miles Morales Pac-Man Championship Edition DX Project Zomboid Quake LoZ The Minish Cap Drill Dozer Wario Land 4 Pokemon Pinball Resident Evil Revelations Summer of ‘58 Trackmania TwinCop We Were Here Visage Cursed Halo CE Half-Life 2 (I probably play this once per year) Witch Hunt Red Dead Redemption 2 Cyberpunk 2077 Borderlands 3 Brutal Legend Cultic Slay the Spire PUBG Rez Infinite Batman Arkham City Alan Wake Alan Wake: American Nightmare Max Payne LoZ: Majora’s Mask 3DS Metroid Prime Metroid Prime 2 Tunic Everhood Final Fantasy VII Final Fantasy VII Remake GOODBYE WORLD Yakuza: Like a Dragon Critters for Sale Dome Keeper Phasmophobia Hades Nintendo Switch Sports

Now that you understand the kind of freak you're dealing with…

Let's dive into my top ten favorite games from this objectively fucked up year.

10. El Paso Elsewhere Developed by Texas indie studio Strange Scaffold, El Paso Elsewhere is a Max Payne-clone with vampires, an opinionated narrator, and lots and lots of bullet time. As a small studio punching well above their weight class, Strange Scaffold leans into abstract, PlayStation 1 minimalism when it comes to visuals and pairs them with a soundtrack that will make your hands sweat. The vibes are here and they're ready for the end of the world. I'm personally also a big fan of everything this studio stands for.

9. Mr. Sun's Hatbox I want you to imagine Metal Gear Solid V. Now I want you to imagine that game as a 2D, level-based, slapstick platformer you can play with up to three friends. If you think that sounds stupid, you'd be right. And it's beautiful. As you build up a secret army of soldiers with various skills (and disorders), you'll start to develop *favorites*. This game constantly asks if you're willing to send those favorites on a harrowing mission and risk losing them forever… or if you'd rather send an idiot you recently captured who blinks constantly and can't kill anyone without fainting.

8. Dredge Every year I feel like I find one game that falls into the “just one more round” category, and baby… Dredge was it for 2023. As a weary fisherman in strange waters, you'll make the most out of your 12 measly hours of sunlight only for your daily voyages to inevitably pull you into the darkness of night, and night is when things get weird. Rocks emerge from the fog that you swear weren't there before, your equipment malfunctions, and you're pretty sure you just saw something in the water… something big. Despite only containing a small collection of islands, the world of Dredge manages to feel vast - perhaps vast enough to swallow you whole.

7. Resident Evil 4 Remake I was curious to see what sort of changes would be made to the timeless classic and father of modern 3rd person shooters, Resident Evil 4. I wasn't let down. RE4 Remake takes all the things that didn't age well about the original, tossed them out, and replaced them with only good things. And MORE things! It's campy, fun, and better than a game of bingo.

6. Jusant I really feel like this one didn't get the recognition it deserves. Jusant is a rock climbing game that combines the quiet contemplation of Journey with the mechanical specificity of Death Stranding. Unlike Death Standing, though, there is very little story to interrupt your flow. There are plenty of collectible bits to find for those curious to learn more about what happened before the events of the game, but the environmental storytelling does most of the heavy lifting. For me, the joy of the game comes from how it feels. Right trigger controls your right hand grip, and left trigger controls left hand grip. Plan your route, manage your stamina, and climb high above the clouds in search of answers.

5. F-Zero 99 This. Shit. Slaps. I've never been a big F-Zero guy, but this MADE me one. The “battle royale”, 99 player format is the perfect fit for the ruthless, high octane world of the game. Races last about three minutes, and friend, they are the most intense, white-knuckled three minutes of your life. The decision to make your boost meter the same as your health meter started in F-Zero 64 (I believe), and it is so much more HARROWING in this game when another player could side-swipe you mere meters from the finish line and blow you to bits. Sadly it's only playable via Switch Online, but it made me cheer, laugh, and scream enough this year to earn a spot in my top 5.

4. Alan Wake 2 Remedy makes weird games that also manage to exist in the AAA space and for that I will forever love them. Although Alan Wake 2 resembles a 3rd person shooter survival horror, I'd honestly say it's more of a narrative game than anything else. There's sidequests, there's puzzles, there's upgradeable skills, but at the end of the day the characters, world, and story are what kept me playing. If you haven't checked them out recently, you should definitely watch a story recap of the original games before diving into this sequel, but the wild swings for the fences this game takes are well worth that small price of admission. There's a god damn musical number, for Christ's sake.

3. The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom I've really got nothing to say about this game that most people don't already know. It's incredible. The fact that Nintendo made a game that redefined an entire genre and then made a SEQUEL to it that ups the ante is remarkable. To be honest, I've only cleared the Rito, Zora, and Goron cities. I got a bit tired of exploring the depths and guiding Koroks to their friends, but I can't deny the sheer level of complexity and polish on display here. I saw someone on TikTok build a functioning Mecha Godzilla in this game. Good God. I've heard that the ending of this game is one of the best in the franchise, and if I'd seen it this year then it may have wound up higher on my list, but for the time being I'll continue picking up this masterpiece from time to time, chipping away at it until the day comes that I can finally smack the tits off thicc Ganondorf.

2. Half-Life (25th Anniversary Update) I know I'm gonna get shit for this, but I don't care. This year was the 25th anniversary of Half-Life and Valve released an update that made playing it (and it's online Death Match) much more accessible. I threw it on my Steam Deck out of curiosity, expecting to play for 20 minutes. I could not put it down. It is unbelievable how modern this game still feels. I simply had so much fun sprinting through the corridors of Black Mesa with a dozen weapons strapped to my back, blasting aliens and military Spec-Op chumps as a 24(?!) year old theoretical physicist.

1. Baldur's Gate III This game is fucked up, man. The sheer amount of writing in this game scares me. We can all talk about how BIG this game is, it deserves it, but the thing BG3 does better than any other role playing game I have ever experienced is actually encourage roleplaying. I've played through Act I four times now, with four different groups of friends, and it has felt fresh every time. I have seen the same events play out in so many different ways that it boggles the mind, but in every one of those play sessions I see players asking themselves “What would my lil guy do here?” rather than "what is the best thing to do here?" The game rewards players constantly for just trying shit and the D&D 5e rule set means playing like the character you said you were from the start leads to frequent Points of Inspiration. Maybe one day I'll see the end of this story (probably not), but I don't have to in order to feel a connection with BG3's world, characters, and most impressively, the characters I made myself.

Honorable Mentions for 2023

5. Dave the Diver 4. Homebody 3. Sea of Stars 2. Humanity 1. Super Mario Wonder

Top 5 Favorites NOT from 2023

5. Metroid Prime 4. Final Fantasy VII Remake 3. Cursed Halo (Halo CE Mod) 2. Red Dead Redemption 2 1. Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask (3DS)

Games I didn't have a chance to play from 2023 but still want to when I find more time...

Viewfinder Venba Chants of Sennaar Thirsty Suitors Hi-Fi Rush Moonring Armored Core VI Laika Aged Through Blood Bomb Rush Cyberfunk

OKAY THANKS BYE!

#video games #2023 #GOTY

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soulkeeper801 · 2 years ago

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Untitled - Twice Momo

Requested: Momo and reader are dating and reader likes being affectionate in public but Momo is only like that in private and always rejects her in public. Then reader starts acting coldly towards her in private too because she thinks Momo is embarrassed to be seen with her in public then they get into a fight but make up at the end

Hirai Momo x f!reader

Angst? Fluff at the end

Words: 1.7k

(A/N: help me witih a title? my brain is empty)

“There’s something on your hair,” you chuckled, seeing how a piece of confetti had landed on your girlfriend’s bangs and was proudly standing in the middle of her forehead, “let me…”, you extended your arm to touch her but were received with an unexpected reaction.

Momo retrieved herself after you tried to fix her hair, looking around nervously as the girls and some staff were in the same room as you both were, waiting for their cars to take them back home.

You were surprised at the way she reacted, but didn’t blame her since she was tired after a long concert. She seemed sleepy and maybe it made her moody.

“I got it,” she said, after looking at herself in the mirror and taking the foreign object from her hair.

Momo noticed you turned sad after her actions and just mumbled, “too many people…”

It was a random friday night and their manager told them they had a free weekend since the scheduled shooting got canceled and moved to the following week.

Your heart fluttered at the news since it had been a while since the last time you had quality time with your girlfriend.

Momo arrived at your place with beer and a pizza to spend the night but was surprised when she saw you dressed up as if you were going out.

“I thought we were going to watch a movie,” she whispered, as her hands engulfed your waist and pulled you closer to her. “I’m not complaining,” she whispered against your hair, “you look stunning”.

You chuckled and let your arms rest on her shoulders, crossing behind her head as you felt her lips tickling your skin. “I know,” you replied, “but what if we go dancing?”

Momo pulled a little bit apart to look at your face. “Dancing?”

“To a club?” you asked.

You knew Momo didn’t like going out that much. She rather stayed home with you, cuddling to a movie and having something to eat, maybe a beer, or two if she was feeling frisky.

“Do we have to?” she asked as a reply, grimacing at the thought of getting ready since she didn’t expect it at all.

“You never wanna go out with me…” you whispered, sadness appearing in your eyes.

Momo groaned. “Alright, give me twenty minutes and I’ll be ready”.

It took her less than that and you were already on your way to one of the hottest clubs of the city.

The manager came out exclusively to meet and welcome Momo and made you both go into the VIP section where she found a couple of friends.

“I didn’t know you knew this many people,” you whispered in her ear as your hand rubbed her forearm.

She pulled her arm away.

“Yeah…” she trailed off, not looking comfortable at all. “I’ll get us something to drink”.

You took the chance to look at how she greeted everyone with a big smile on her face even if you knew she wasn’t feeling like that. She refused to take your hand when you arrived and didn’t let you play with her fingers as she always did.

When she came back with the drinks, you tried to reach her and leave a kiss on her cheek, but Momo quickly retrieved herself and took a look around to see if anyone noticed. Her expression went back to normal as she saw everyone minding their own business.

You sighed, “maybe we should just go back home”.

“Maybe,” she replied, chugging her drink and taking her purse.

You didn’t let her know, but it made you sad knowing that whenever you went out she would never treat you as her girlfriend but only as a friend. The kisses, the handholding, the sweet whispers and stares were only kept between four walls.

“To us,” one of the managers said, raising a glass of champagne, “to the girls, the staff and everyone who has worked hard to make this comeback the success it is,” he continued, looking at everyone sitting around the big table filled with delicious food and drinks, “thank you for always doing your best and being the best team. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” everyone replied as the clinging of cups was heard in the room.

The first week of promotions had ended successfully and the company gathered everyone together to celebrate. You were sitting next to Momo, close to the other girls and some staff that you recognized as the stylist and make up artist. They all knew you, so you were invited too.

“Please, eat,” the manager encouraged, passing around the plates for everyone to taste.

Momo took some vegetables and put them on your plate. She specifically took the ones you liked the most.

“Thank you, baby” you whispered, resting your head on her shoulder as you saw how she gave you some rice too.

“Eat,” she simply said, not even turning around to look at you.

You pouted but immediately picked a couple of veggies and offered them to her.

“Oh, Y/N is so sweet!” the stylist cooed when she saw you trying to feed Momo the food you picked for her.

Momo’s cheeks tinted a slight shade of red at her words. She tapped her plate with her own chopsticks as a sign for you to leave the food there. You did as you were told since Momo didn’t lift her gaze at all and continued to eat.

You didn’t bother her anymore that night.

“Morning,” your girlfriend whispered, turning around to face you. Her hands naturally found their way to your waist and caressed your side tenderly.

“Morning,” you replied, turning away to get up. “Want breakfast?”

Momo nodded energetically since she loved when you cooked for her. She also loved to see you wearing her oversized shirts knowing you weren’t wearing anything under it.

“What are you making me?” she asked from the bed, her eyes still tracing your figure.

“Probably cereal,” you simply replied, before stepping out of the room and making your way towards the kitchen.

Momo frowned. It was a sunday morning and those were the days where you would eat only yummy food, things you would especially prepare for each other and look forward to eating the whole week.

She got out of the bed you shared and followed you to the kitchen. Her eyes followed your actions as you reached for a couple of bowls, cereal and milk, poured everything together and placed them on the table.

Momo sat down in silence, maybe a little disappointed. Everyone had bad days and maybe you had woken up in a bad mood. She tried to start a conversation but it got cut short since you pulled your phone and started scrolling, not paying attention to her.

She continued to eat in silence, stealing glances at you from time to time. She knew there was something bothering you, but she couldn’t figure out what it was.

Once you were done, she took the bowls away as you made your way to the couch. She followed you there and tried to wrap her arms around you to bring you to her chest but you quickly stood up, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Momo felt her heart breaking.

As soon as you came back, she couldn’t hold it in.

“I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry, I can’t stand you being this cold with me,” she blurted out, her gaze fixed on the floor and her hands respectfully placed on her lap.

You sighed at her words. “Feels awful, huh?”

Momo’s gaze redirected to your eyes and was met with sadness. “What…?”

“I’ve noticed you never hold my hand in public or reciprocate my feelings when we’re outside or with your friends,” you said in a whisper, feeling a wave of emotions reminiscing the moments when you felt as if your girlfriend didn’t love you, “I don’t know what to do when I feel like you don’t care”.

Momo trapped your hand in hers and brought it to her lips. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

“Sometimes I feel like…” you kept whispering, your eyes filling with tears, “you don’t wanna be seen with me, as if you were embarrassed of what we have…”

Momo felt her heart breaking as your tears fell from your eyes. She wrapped her arms around you and brought you to her, leaving kisses all over your face.

“Don’t ever say that,” she replied, her hands cupping your cheeks as her thumbs wiped the tears away, “this relationship is one of the biggest accomplishments of my life,” she confessed.

Her words made you sob, “then why do you not act like that?”

She pressed her forehead against yours and shook her head as answer to your question. “I’ve never had something as special as this,” she confessed one more time. “I don’t know how to handle a public relationship that I don’t want to mess up”.

You pulled apart to look at her face. You knew very well and knew she was being completely honest with you.

“I don’t know what’s crossing boundaries for us and what we are supposed to do when I know there’s people trying to get a picture of us or do anything to harm our names,” her gaze fell to your lap, “I’m sorry if it made you feel like this, but it’s also the first time for me and I’m learning how to be better for the both of us”.

It was your turn to wrap her in your arms. “Momo, I’m sorry,” you said hurriedly. “I don’t ever want to make you feel pressured about anything. I understand completely what you’re saying. I’m sorry for trying to push you”.

Your girlfriend shook her head as she engulfed your waist with her arms and her head found the crook of your neck. “Don’t be,” she whispered against your skin, “we’re both learning and I guess that’s what this relationship is about”.

You nodded at her words.

“I really see myself with you in the long run, so I don’t want to mess anything up. We’re going to get there eventually. I promise, my love,” she kept whispering against your skin.

It brought a smile to your lips knowing that everything was okay and Momo loved you as much as you loved her.

#twice fluff #twice x f!reader #twice x reader #hirai momo x f!reader #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo fluff #hirai momo imagine #twice momo fluff #twice momo x f!reader #requested #soulkeeper801

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faetaiity · 2 years ago

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my brain somehow decided that I need to use the rest of my active braincells to do this, Hyperfixations are wild when you write, man. I also feel like I need to explain this because I overthink

Basically, what's about to go down in this post: Adult! Platonic/Familial Yandere! 1987, 2003, 2012, Bayverse and Last ronin! TMNT x Male! ROTTMNT! Reader (With slight Familial Yandere! from them for the Rise! Turtles)

the ages are mostly bullshit/made up in this ig except for Ronin! Michelangelo because he's canonically 31 or older

Reader is the same age as ROTTMNT! Michelangelo (Birthyear: 2005)

This is set during 2020, a few months after the Kraang Invasion. (The ROTTMNT ages are color-coded: 17, 16, 16, 15 and 15. every other iteration of the TMNT are implied to be 20-26, with an exception for Ronin! Michelangelo)

Why did I explain the premise? Because I want to make sure you guys understand. THIS. IS. NOT. ROMANTIC. and If I see anyone who adds more to this story or makes jokes about the OLDER turtles being attracted to the reader (Illegal due to Reader being a Minor.) or the ROTTMNT turtles (Illegal due to the Rise! Turtles being minors and being related to them.), you're getting blocked. no questions.

Minor Notes: While this is platonic, I understand if someone misinterprets some of the HC's due to the fact that each family is different with affection, some (like mine) make me feel guilty if I don't cuddle/hug them, some of this is inspired by my own family, Familial yandere writers (or at least me lol) tend to make stories relate to their own experiences with their family, If you read this and complain that it has 'romantic' aspects (which, affection isn't even exclusively romantic what??), I'm going to get a little mad since this is my experience with family, lol.

TW/CW: minor(?) Spoilers for The Last Ronin, Kidnapping, Abuse (Physically and mentally from 'Punishments'), manipulation, guilt tripping, possible gaslighting(?), Implied Murder, Infantilization, Stalking, Mentions of Panic attacks, stress tics (scratching/clawing at the skin), Yandere Behavior, Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, Extreme Overprotective behavior, OOC Older TMNT Iterations (Specifically 1987! and Bayverse!), Forced Affection, Surprise Adoption from the older versions of your best friends, mentions of Scars, missing limbs and Trauma from Rise! Shredder and Rise! Kraang (reader is mentioned to have scars and a missing eye) (Yeah that's long as shit because this post is probably gonna be long as shit)

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On a scale from 1 to 10 my friends, you're FUCKED /ref

Now I'm gonna start off with you meeting them a specific way and branch out to more options down the line.

Donnie ended up making a machine that COULD send someone or an object across to a separate universe if he was correct.

Unfortunately, you ended up getting sucked up into the Machine-Made portal due to being close to it

To make this easier on my brain, let's say the other iterations of the turtles are already together, through a similar device that was used by the Kraang/Utroms

And your dumbass landed right in the middle of a huge argument between Ronin! Michelangelo and 2003! Raphael

Everyone freezes, including you, they LOOK like your best friends but are clearly not, there's differences between them and your friends, height is a big noticeable difference that tips you off.

Weapons are drawn almost instantaneously, multiple different sets of Katanas, Nun chucks, and Sai's are pointed at you

And oddly, just as quickly as they raised their weapons, they put them back down

In their minds, they quickly draw together than you're unarmed and a lot younger than they are

You get up on your legs, unsure of how to respond to them, you remember the photos of you and your turtles on your phone

You slowly pull out your phone, knowing they could mistake it for a weapon, you scroll through your phone until you find the photo of you, Donnie and Leo in Run of the Mill Pizza, they calm down at the sight of it

They sheathed their weapons, studying your body warily, you feel weirded out at the fact that they haven't said anything; you could understand that behavior from Donnie or Raph, but not the other two

You swallow your nervousness and shakily say "I'm [Y/N]"

You notice one of the Michelangelo's runs right up to you, clearly excited at the Idea of someone from another universe that isn't in theirs

He noticed your eyepatch as soon as he gets up to your face and winces "Jeez, what happened to your eye?" he blurts out, Surprisingly, Leo smacks upside the head, Mikey mutters out a small apology, you laugh softly, not taking offense to it

They all introduce themselves with the year they're from and their age, you immediately notice all of them are adults

They're already wincing at your scars from life-threatening injuries and clearly injured or missing eye, but they just kind of.... freeze when you say "Wow! You guys are a lot older than My versions of y'all!"

They stay quiet for a second before you embarrassedly mumble out: "Oh... I'm sorry, that was rude of me" you avert your eyes

2012! Leo is the first one to speak "No... Offense taken; we were just caught off guard.... how old are you and your versions of us?" "Oh! Well Raph's 17, Leo and Donnie are 16, Me and Mikey are 15"

Silence, before Bayverse! Raphael bursts out laughing "I'M THE OLDEST?!" clearly, he's happy at that, and so are the other Raphs, apparently, since you can see their smirks at their respective Leos, who frown

You nod nervously, his volume scaring you slightly, He noticed you flinching and quiets down

Your age kind of takes a minute for them to process, considering your scars made them assume you're a little older, they end up asking you when you got the scars

"Oh! The giant scar is from the Shredder, the missing eye and the other smaller scars are from the kraang!" you breathed out for a few seconds, calming yourself down from remembering those unhappy situations "I got the big one when I was 13, everything else happened a few months ago."

They all.... look at you in a weird manner, it was a mix of pure anger, pity, and.... self-loathing, oddly enough? "Ah, I'm sorry if I reminded you guys of any..... unhappy situations..." you shyly said, they stayed quiet, feeling uncomfortable with the stares, you changed the subject "I need to be able to get back home! Donnie's probably freaking the absolute fuck out by now"

Ronin! Michelangelo takes initiative to tell you that you are welcome here as long as it takes, the others nod, you thank them all profusely

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It scares all of them over the next few weeks when you'd tell them stories about your adventures, they've come to understand that, well, in a blunt way, you and their younger counterparts clearly aren't able to take care of yourselves

And they've actually come to loathe Rise! Splinter, they've come to understand that their dad wasn't the best, but it makes their blood boil at how badly it can be for you and the Rise! Turtles.

Even they didn't fight the Shredder at that age!

However, they do feel a little better knowing you five defeated him, but not by much considering how close you all were to dying

especially you.

I'm gonna be honest, there is three ways it can go when your friends come to bring you back to your Universe

1: The other iterations come back with you guys, being delusional in the fact that you guys can't take care of yourselves

2: They don't let you go back with them, and they tell the Rise! Turtles to leave (This would be most likely if you share unfavorable stories of the Turtles, while forgetting to add where you guys talk it out or the reason why it happened, they become very attached to you specifically in the few weeks they've known you!)

3: (This is the one we will be explaining in this Post) They keep all of you in the Universe that you fell into. (This is the one most likely to occur due to ROTTMNT! Reader and Turtles are injured severely from the Kraang Invasion)

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It is not a good time for the first few weeks, You and your best friends fight tooth and nail at every point through them keeping you guys

They're beyond delusional, chalking it up to teenage rebellion and the nature of the Rise! Turtles

You five end up being locked up in a room, a few hidden cameras being placed in there

y'all aren't allowed out usually (and NEVER out of the lair) since to the Older! Turtles, you five are ungrateful brats who can't think for themselves

You and Mikey are babied, you two are the youngest and have been through so much!

It's suffocating

They always want to be near you, because in their words "You're the one who needs protection the most"

Donnie is allowed keep his battle shell due to the nature of his species (Also because they don't know about all the weaponry in it)

There isn't much room for escape, almost none, actually

17 Adult Mutant Ninja Turtles guarding the lair, at least 2 home at all times?

yeah, good luck, even Rise! Donnie is stumped.

In order of Importance (Most to Least) It's You and Mikey, Leo, Donnie and then Raph

Donnie and Raph are mostly ignored because they suffered the least number of injuries, and they're the oldest.

Previous Leos don't approve of yours, saying he's not Mature or Serious enough, often taking him for training/sparring

Don't let that fool you, your Leo has come back in worse shape than he was to begin with, often coming back trying to hide his tears, you guys stopped letting him go with them once it was found that his shell was starting to crack more. I wonder why

Donnie comes up with a plan to escape with Raph to regroup and find out how to get back home

and, to their credit, they manage to leave the lair, about 15 minutes later, Ronin! Mikey comes in, once he sees they're gone, he starts breaking objects in the room and yells at You, Mikey and Leo.

The others quickly come in and try to pull Ronin! Mikey away, which he resists until he sees you having a panic attack, Rise! Mikey trying to console you and Rise! Leo in a defensive position, around you

He leaves the room and announces that he's going to find them, some of the other turtles try to get near you to comfort you but Leo isn't letting it happen, he actually tries to attack one of them, making them back off

Oh, Raph and Donnie are fucked, by the way.

Now, Lemme tell you WHY you never want a Yandere! Ronin! Mikey hunting you down

He's the oldest, the most skilled and canonically in the books, the mutagen that is still in his system makes him stronger, bigger and more durable, plus the trauma of losing his brothers has made this situation strike a nerve with him.

he could probably break Rise! Raph's leg

Which he does.

About an hour or two later, he comes back with them, they're both knocked out, Raph's leg is bent unnaturally, and Donnie's Battle shell is ripped to shreds and he has bruises all over him.

Ronin! Mikey comes in and throws them back into the room, Donnie's battle shell in his hands "Found out the main reason why he wanted that damn thing to stay on his back." he stated bluntly, pointing at the drone wings and the spider-like claws, giving it to 2003! Donnie, who marvels at it

You're picked up by one of them, Rise! Leo starts freaking out and trying to get you away from them, until someone else enters the room and keeps him away until you're out

You're placed in a separate room, fearing that they're going to hurt you, you try to cover your head, curling into a fetal position, separation anxiety already kicking in due to the circumstances.

You feel someone rub your back reassuringly, making you cry and hyperventilate more.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, nobody's going to do anything to you" you whimper as you hear 1987! Raph attempt to calm you down

he tells you that you being taken away is the Rise! Turtles' punishment, and that nothing is going to happen to you

"What about My friends?" you sob out, he doesn't respond, he just pulls you close to him and hugs you; you try to pull away only to hear him say "I'm trying to make you feel BETTER, stop resisting! don't you know how much effort we're putting in to help you five out?! To take care of you guys?!" his yelling makes you stiffen, allowing him to pull you back closer to him.

I'm gonna be honest, you get the least severe punishments compared to your turtle friends, you're weak, regardless of if you're human or mutated (Mostly because the mutagen hasn't improved your strength as much as it did theirs yet.), you're WEAK.

They could, especially Ronin! Mikey, end up KILLING you if they gave you the same punishments.

Very few mutations would even get the harsher punishments anyways, all of them being Reptilian or large Mammalians.

Humans, Insect mutants, Bird Mutants and other mutants that could get hurt easier due to their physiology get special treatment.

At worst your punishments leave you with shallow claw marks, maybe a fractured bone or two (This one was unintentional, though, just a testament to how much stronger they are compared to you.), bruises and panic attacks from separation.

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Awfully enough, they try to separate you from your friends on a regular basis

Saying your Raph might get a rage fit and hurt you, or your Mikey accidentally getting too excited and hurting you

Any excuse they can pull out of their ass to keep you away from them

They don't tell them where they keep you, of course

It's mostly in Donnie's lab though, where you spend time with them

Rise! Donnie isn't allowed in there because that's where they keep the Rise! Turtles' mystic weapons (Mainly studying them)

The only reason why you're never permanently kept from the Rise! Turtles is because you have panic attacks from being away from them, the Turtles also get hyper confrontational, even more so than usual when you're gone.

You always get returned by the end of the day.

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Now, let's go onto say that you guys ACTUALLY managed to escape back to your universe through a sheer stroke of luck.

Staying that way is gonna be hard.

Donnie immediately destroys the portal, but that doesn't mean the others can't build their own

Depending on if you move to another part of the sewer again, is how likely you are to stay uncaptured

If you guys stay at the same spot, they'll find y'all in another few months

if y'all move maybe they won't find you guys.

Staying? They're going to find you guys in as little as a few weeks, but they won't immediately grab you guys

They stalk you five, they're delusional and try to rationalize why you five left.

Staying might be the initial response, you five come back down, hoping to see Splinter, but you just see those 17 figures, some covered in blood

"What did you do, WHAT DID YOU DO?!" your Leo would sob out, assuming the worst

All you five get back are cold stares

Instead of taking you back to the other universe, they stay here and keep you locked in your own home.

But they make sure that y'all can't leave for a while.

The turtles get broken bones, and you get a shock collar

If you think they were bad before, you haven't seen shit

They're always around you five now, never letting any of you out of their sight.

It's hell.

It's pure torture.

and they're never letting you guys go.

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I didn't go into as much detail as I would've liked, maybe this will be like a series idk??

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vic-the-crayon · 4 months ago

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"Come on Juniors, you're gonna get nightmares."

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Oh look! Another crossover post!

Characters:

Object Insanity: Tree

Objects Of Object Land: Couch

Animatic Battle: Eggnog Jr.

BFDI: TV, Firey Jr.

Team Room 125: Spring Door Stopper Jr.

Battle For Luxurious Hotel Jr.: Bowling Ball Jr, Tie Jr, Strawberry Jr, Waffle Jr, Banana Jr, Sword Jr, Sticker Jr, Beach Ball Jr, Crown Jr, Tape Jr, Umbrella Jr, Calculator Jr, Headphones Jr, Pizza Jr, Clover Jr, Emerald Jr, Paddle Jr, Domino Jr.

Obsolete Battle Show: Pill Bottle Jr.

Azoic Assault: Junior

#object show community #object shows #osc #osc community #animatic battle #azoic assault #battle for bfdi #battle for luxurious hotel jr #obsolete battle show #object insanity #objects of objectland #once upon a studio #team room 125 #Youtube

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blehcupidd · 1 year ago

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Hello Gorgeous

Agent Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Wife!reader

Summary: Your husband, Jack, has been out on the field recently. He was constantly travelling around the globe, leaving you and your four year old daughter on the ranch.

Warnings: fluff, angst but not really, no use of y/n, hottie cowboy is your husband, grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm dyslexic), you have a 4 year old daughter called Sophia, after the events of Kingsman Golden Circle, Jack isn't meat ;), slight sexual innuendo, reader is a housewife (don't we all want to be Jacks housewife???), Reader is referred to more “feminine” terms such as mom, mommy, wife that sort of stuff

A/N: Short little one shot. I wanted Jack to be happy. Also writing this I got distracted by roblox colour or die, and I won so :). Then I got distracted by work at a pizza place; this is probably what people mean by me having adhd. But I'm in denial, so I wrote this the day after :)

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During the four months, your husband was away, you and your four year old had done multiple things to distract each other. In the beginning, you were just distracting Sophia with her dad not being home. This shortly changed when you started to miss him, meaning you had started hugging your little girl more often. Sophia had no objections to this. If her daddy wasn’t there to hug her, then she would have her mommy.

With the summer heat coming down onto your ranch, you made sure to spend every moment outside or have the curtain open. The driveway was filled with the multicoloured drawings of chalk Sophia had drew, accompanied by your handwriting for the “Sophia, Mommy, Daddy and the horses’ names”. Along the edges of the driveway, there used to be plain old boring grey rocks. The vast majority of the rocks were now coloured in many different mixes of paint.

Since Sophia was born, she was constantly being creative. This had carried on through to her being almost five. You and your husband learnt that to distract or make Sophia happy was to get the paints out. It's what you had been attempting to do throughout the four months. There hadn’t been any tears, not even when your clumsy girl had bumped into something, only the amazement of a purple bruise forming. Whilst your mothering skills were going overdrive being alone with some animals being bigger than you, and a small inquisitive child. Keeping the latter away from being unsupervised was hard with a massive land going so far out.

Today, you were brought with a surprise. Sophia was down in the dumps.

You had tried countless times to find what the problem was, but your mother's intuition only went so far. You started the morning with Sophia’s favourite; french toast, with extra sugar. This was enough to get a small smile and what the two of you were doing today. With Sophia always wanting to be creative and messy, she chose fingerpainting.

Setting up a blanket with a mat for the activities, Sophia brought the paints and paper. When Sophia was pressing her adorable small hands onto her ‘masterpiece’ it slowly clicked what the issue had been. Sophia had made a drawing of her dad riding on a horse with her or attempted it. Nevertheless, she was showing how she felt instead of telling you. Wiping your hands down, you shuffled towards your daughter.

“Is this what the problem is?” You quietly asked as you wrapped your arm around her and pressed a kiss to her temple, much like what her father does to the two of you. “Are you missing Daddy?” Knowing that she had been caught she pouted her bottom lip and nodded.

After wiping the paint off of her fingers you lifted her into your lap, practically surrounding her with your body. “It's okay to cry, baby.” You comforted her, giving her more kisses. “I miss Daddy too, and when he comes back you can go out on the horsies again.” Giving her another kiss you started to see the smile that could light up a dark night sky. “There's that gorgeous smile!” As the smile got brighter, you came up with a solution to the horse problem. With being married to a cowboy, you had never learnt how to ride a horse. This was harsh for your little girl who wanted to do nothing more but ride them, even with her dad away, but the thought of you falling even with Jack there terrified you.

“How about we have our horsie fun?” You asked, seeing the confusion written across Sophia.

“Mama, you can’t ride the horsies. Silly!” Sophia was trying to figure out what you were thinking.

“Who said I was riding?” You got a shriek of enthusiasm from Sophia as you bounced your legs up and down. You carried on until the only thing you could hear from your baby was laughing her head off. “Let's finish our paintings and give them to Daddy when he comes home, how does that sound, sweetheart?”

Pulling up to the drive, Jack could see the pretty drawings he knew his little girl had spent time drawing. The sight of the rocks had also changed, there were pretty colours. He felt happy that his girls had kept themselves occupied in his absence. Walking through the ranch, no one was in. Checking in all of the rooms, and he couldn't find his girls.

Walking outside he could hear the laughter of what could be compared to angels singing. Looking out he saw the most beautiful sight known to man, his girls laughing and enjoying themselves. He was pulled out of his daze by himself and his inner voice, telling him to go see them.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

A familiar southern drawl spoke, alerting you and Sophia. His eye contact with you was broken by his little cowgirl running full speed at him. “Daddy!”

“Hiya, what’s my cowgirl been doin’?” He asked repositioning her onto his hip, still walking towards you.

“Me and Mommy drew you pictures!” Only this is when Jack noticed the paint on his clothes, as well as his princess's clothes and face.

“Oh, that's wonderful,” the mess didn't stop him, Sophia was happy and that's all that mattered. Taking a seat next to you, he instantly received a bundle of kisses. “I missed you baby.”

“I missed you more.”

Making dinner that night was the best feeling in the world for you and Jack. Sophia had her chicken nuggets whilst you and Jack had spaghetti bolognese. Stirring the bolognese, you felt a presence come up behind you. Sliding his hands along the sides of your waist, you were pulled into him.

“I really did miss you, Sugar,” Jack muttered into your ear. That's when you felt something growing against your ass. “Really missed you.”

“You can show me how much you missed me when Sophia is in bed.” You spoke into his neck, gazing your eyes up at your cowboy.

“Don't tempt me with a fun time, mama.”

#pedro pascal #pedrohub #fanfic #fanfiction #jack daniels #wife!reader #slight angst #mostly fluff #jack daniels x reader #jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels x you #jack daniels x female reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #kingsman the golden circle #agent jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels fanfic

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lollipencil · 5 months ago

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Oh, Suddenly Moon Knight!

Found this post by @girlwithwolftatoo, and just had to do something with it.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

The first thing Steven noticed as he yawned was a letter balanced on his face. "Huh? What's-?" He picked it up, blinking the sleep away until the list of his, Marc's, and Jake's names swam into view. Curious, Steven slipped the envelope's seal and read:

"Greetings, as Khonshu's avatar, you should be made aware of an incident that occurred approximately two hours ago. For reasons we have not yet determined, the Khonshu of this world and another have been switched. We are taking every measure to correct this, but must request that you replace your usual duties in favour of ensuring no harm comes to this Khonshu until this event can be rectified."

A list of hieroglyphs acted as signatures alongside the actual signatures of the Ennead's current avatars. And Steven finally hears something from the kitchen area. Silently, he crept out of bed and padded forward. Whatever Steven had been expecting, it wasn't what he saw.

Perched on the countertop was the other Khonshu. Toddler-sized, with an white egg shaped body, tiny black legs, and thin ribbon-like arms. His head still floated, but only vaguely resembled a bird skull. He stared at the coffee machine intently as it hummed and began to pour into the jug, turning from it just long enough to acknowledge Steven's presence before turning back.

Steven blinked and fetched two mugs. "How do you take your coffee?" he asked when the jug was full. "Black with three sugars." Steven startled at the high pitch of other Khonshu's voice but made it as requested. Other Khonshu inhaled deep once the mug was in his hands, and sighed happily: "Thank you."

He promptly sat down and dipped his beak in, his little feet kicking as he sipped. Steven had the sudden desire to pick him up and squish.

Neither moved from their places until both mugs were empty. "Is...there something you want to do?" Steven asked carefully. Khonshu tapped under his beak with a black and gold arm in thought: "I want to play senet."

As luck would have it, Steven had actually bought a board a while back. It had sat gathering dust without a player two. After the week where everything went down, the game had left Steven's mind entirely.

Now, the board had finally left its plastic wrapped tomb, and was laid out ready for use. A coin toss landed on heads, and so Khonshu went first. Two sticks landed black side up. "So, how are you holding up?" Steven asked to fill the silence as Khonshu moved his houses. "Everything's so much bigger," Khonshu briefly clutched the sticks as if to comfort himself, before handing them over, "Even familiar things are different." "Yeah, I get that, mate," Steven muttered and tossed his sticks. The rest of their game passed in silence.

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The sky was starting to grow dark when Marc finally woke up: "Morning." "More like evening," Steven replied, his back to Khonshu as he watched a random soap on TV, "I'm ordering in, what do you want?" "Pizza." "Alright," Steven turns to Khonshu, allowing Marc to see the tiny god, "Any pizza preference?"

Khonshu's delighted squeal of "pizza!" was almost swallowed by Marc's "what the hell!" "Usually, I have mushrooms and mixed peppers," Khonshu waddled forward, peering at Steven's phone. "Any objections to vegan cheese?" "I've never tried it... No, I don't think I'd mind."

Marc was silent as Steven ordered. "Why does Khonshu look like that, Steven?" he asked as soon as Steven was done. "Apparently, he got switched with another universe's Khonshu," Steven mentally sighed, "Now we've got to take care of him till this all gets sorted out."

Suddenly one of Khonshu's tiny arms started to lightly bat against their arm. "Hey, are you ok?" he looked up with concern in his eye sockets. "Yeah, all's good, mate," Steven reassured, "Just thinking."

When the knock came to the door, Khonshu darted straight for the door. Thankfully, he didn't try to move into sight of the doorway when the door was opened. "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!" Khonshu chanted, marching in circles around Steven as he walked into the kitchen before circling the counter where the box was placed. By the time Steven sat his plate in front of him, Khonshu had wore himself. "You alright?" Steven asked as the little guy panted. "Yeah," Khonshu breathed before tucking in.

Somehow each slice managed to vanish by just being pressed against his beak. "The cheese wasn't too bad," he noted once all was said and done, small patches of sauce on his cheeks. "Oh, you've got a bit of sauce, mate," Steven pointed to Khonshu's cheeks. "Oh." Khonshu wiped his face with his hands before Steven could hand off a tissue, although he did accept it after the fact.

Then he froze. "A traveller's in danger." Then he darted to his feet, over to the window, and hurled himself through the glass.

For a moment, Steven stared. Before Marc quickly summoned the suit before breaking what little glass was left on his way out.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#oh suddenly egyptian god #steven grant #khonshu #marc spector

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krystalskeleton · 2 years ago

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1992.11.11 – RAW Magazine Interview with Izzy

Music

"Yeah, music is partially my saving grace. It's been part of my life every day of the week since I was a kid. It doesn't have to be a specific type of music, it can be any type because the whole of it takes you away from the mundane, every day sort of thing.

"Being on tour, I find it like a luxury item because when I'm on tour I don't have a big stereo, I have a Sony player that cost 50 bucks, it's mono and it has this tiny speaker. For the first couple of days I only had my walkman which is fine for airplanes, but otherwise they're a drag. I found myself looking in the window of these shops at these stereos and there was this one in Chicago which was four and a half feet long and three feet tall. It was this boom box with neon lights inside it. It was really freaky looking, but I ended up getting this small Sony because it would fit in my bag, it plays cassettes and it records so I can write songs on it too. I find that if I hear a stereo now, even if it's a PA at gigs and they're playing a tape, it's a luxury and I really enjoy it."

Food

"Indian food and pizza are my favourites. I stopped eating meat a few years ago. I don't eat red meat or chicken, but I eat fish. I stopped eating meat shortly after I stopped drinking and using drugs. I think it was a case of wanting to heal myself a little quicker rather than objecting to meat, plus there were some cases on the West Coast where people were dying after they'd eaten bad meat. I'm big on salads. Salads in America are just a couple of bits of dead lettuce, but over here people are a bit more conscientious.

But Indian food and pizza are my favourites and that's why Chicago is like heaven to me because you can get a pizza delivered at 5am and it's damn good pizza. There's a place there called Mama Mia and they deliver all night long. They've got pizzas that are two inches thick with like a cracker crust with fresh tomatoes on top. "

Drink

"I like mango lassi and sweet lassi from Indian restaurants. My second would be fresh squeezed orange juice. Those are the only things I drink. I gave up drinking because I just had enough of waking up in my own vomit and not remembering who I was hanging out with the night before, getting arrested and all that stuff. Waking up in jail, and that sort of thing became old for me and I finally realised that I had to stop this and figure it all out. It wasn't easy and it took a while. I feel a lot better for not doing it."

Hate

"It's destructive in nature. Sometimes you can get angry, but it usually doesn't help fix anything. If I hate something I just get hung up on it and dwell on it. I find it easier to try and dismiss it. Otherwise it's extra baggage to be carrying around. You see hatred every day on the TV and some other places and that's enough for me, I don't need to live with it anymore."

Rock 'N' Roll

"It's that life blood. You can't put your finger on it. For me it's that other thing that only people who listen to it or love it know what it is. To the rest of the world though it probably doesn't mean shit!(laughs)

" The funniest thing I ever heard in Guns N Roses was from this guy in Canada called Gabe. God, he was hilarious! He said he saw something on English TV once that said no matter how many records Elton John sold in 1976, there were still 40 billion Chinese people that don't give a fuck and that rang so true to me- this was back in '86 so I've always kept it in mind. It's true. If you look at the globe and spin it and put your finger wherever it lands there's people there who don't know what Rock 'N' Roll is. For people who do love it, though, it's their whole life. For me it's very special.

" We used to have Rock 'N' Roll bands come to play at our house when I was a real young kid. My dad used to have these parties and me and my brothers were beer runners. The bands were always downstairs and I always hung out with them. When you're a kid and these guys would show to play stuff on the drums, it was great. They'd play stuff like (Credence Clearwater Revival's) 'Proud Mary'. I was lucky 'cos I got to grow up with that. I've been hooked on that ever since."

Drugs

"It's up to each person. It doesn't do any good to tell people not to do it. If people want to do 'em then they're gonna do 'em. All I can say is for myself they stopped being a good thing. It became a complete pain in the ass. It was destroying me as a person and I got to the point where I decided to give up. It wasn't like I didn't know 'cos you go through a peroid where you know you're tearing yourself up. I knew I had to stop or everything was gonna go down the tubes."

Sex

"It's pretty important, but to a lot of people it's hard to understand that it doesn't mean much unless you care about the person you're with. I'm lucky, 'cos I do."

Love

"It's a great thing. Everybody needs it and wants it. Life can be pretty bleak without it. I've got a German shepherd and I've had him since he was a puppy, ya' know. I bought him when he was just a twerp. He's three years old, he's healthy, he's big and he can run 40 miles an hour and he's great. I love my dog!

"I've had a steady girl for a few years and it's a great thing. Love makes life a lot easier."

Work

" I worked in a car wash when I was 15. I worked where the cars come out and you have to dry the cars off. In the winter time with the wind chill it can be 10 or 20 below zero, and that was real work getting up at five or six in the morning. It was cold and you've got these towels that are freezing and you're washing these fuckers off. Music is more something that you love to do so it doesn't seem like work. The thought of having to get a real job is difficult. I was never that good at keeping a straight job and getting enough money to do what I wanted to do. At the same time I had to work as a kid. If you gotta do it you do it.

" I've had different jobs. I worked in pizzerias and I actually enjoyed that. That was one job that didn't feel like work unless there was a gig or concert that I wanted to go to. In that case I'd leave work early anyway. I actually liked cooking pizzas, flipping the dough and stuff was cool.

"If I had to get another real job I would probably work in a pizzeria, or I'd work in the car wash and I'd be on the front end. The front end is where the guys would pump gas and vacuum the cars, and these guys were always the envy of everyone else who had it rough. This was back in the '70s when people would drive around with big joints in their cars. They'd smoke half a joint and leave the rest so that when one guy pulls up with half a joint in his ashtray, what happens to the joint? It ends up in the pocket of the guys who are up front who'd smoke them! I think I'd rather work in a pizza place though where it's warm and there's music."

#izzy stradlin #izzy #jeff isbell #jeffrey dean isbell #izzy stradlin and the ju ju hounds #gnr #guns n roses #gunsnroses #gunsnfuckinroses #80s rock #rockstars #80s #90s rock

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gx-gameon · 7 months ago

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Episode 27

Syrus finding out Professor Banner is up to some shady things.

I’m sorry the runes that have a tomb in them? Where shadow games used to happen? Seto Kaiba I have some questions for you about your school.

I love how well Jaden knows his friends. Alexis tells him that these runes are where the shadow games took place and his first thought is sweet we can find clues about your brother!

“You get pizza and we get… whatever it is I’m holding!” Curse you dub writers!! That is Onigiri and it’s delicious. I won’t forgive this blasphemy.

Backpack Pharaoh!!! And so it begins

Not Pharaoh starting everything because he pawed at an ancient object. The most realistic thing here is a cat causing problems on purpose.

Jaden please listen to winged Kuriboh when he tells you to run

Jaden what do you mean you’ll lead the storm away?? Take cover. As much as I blame his friends in later seasons for making Jaden solve their problems he really does have a hero complex. The boy needs to learn to value himself.

Really duel spirit Winged Kuriboh!! I forgot we got this so early on. Jaden is so excited about being able to touch Winged Kuriboh.

The grave keepers??? Oh that has to be weird for AU Jaden who knows the tomb keepers.

Offta all of his friends are in coffins and he has 5 spears pointed at his throat.

“If it’s for my friends Tehran there is no doubt I’ll win.” “Buried alive? Then who will save my friends?” Jaden I love his selfless you are but please worry about yourself to.

“Good luck Jaden we are all rooting for you very very much” - banner. “Jaden!” - Syrus. “Come one Jaden save us.” - Chumley. While they are all tied up doing nothing. And so it begins. Jaden the savior. We shall sit back and not try to save ourselves and how Jaden wins a card game for our lives.

I do love Jaden mentally communicating with Winged Kuriboh.

Jaden why didn’t you attack? He only has a face down monster card on the field. Like you could have taken one monster out and then you wouldn’t have been attacked twice in the next turn. It would have only been once and bubble man would have blocked most of the damage.

Especially since this duel is real!

Au Jaden knows that this is so dangerous. He’s in the spirit world dueling with real damage with all his friends lives in the line

Way to give up on your student professor banner.

Episode 28

“Hey winged kuriboh you always have my back!” “He’s not a weakling he’s my very best friend.” Love the Kuriboh love

“I summon myself” ah our first duel against a duel spirit. It’s so wild how the person you’re fueling can just run over and attack you.

“Behold the power of the shadow game” Jaden falls to his knees “shadow games”

What a crazy moment for Au Jaden who grew up hearing of but never seeing or playing a shadow game. (Well he did earlier this season but still it’s a shock to the system every time.) He has to be freaking out. He knows how dangerous this is.

“You should have attacked faster.” I love that this implies that the monsters have control over how quickly the attacks land. (Which is the point she’s alive and doesn’t want Jaden to die.) but it’s funny hearing someone blame their monster. Plus Jaden’s “it’s not her fault you messed up!” Yes Jaden call him out

Jaden just got impaled and attacked by magic. He’s physically suffering. And he’s laughing. You maniac. He’s having a fun duel.

Way to find a loop hole Jaden. He can’t access card effects targeting the graveyard but not the monster effects of cards in the graveyard it’s also a great debut for Necroshade.

And to use the effect to get bladeedge out for the win.

The Chief is hurt after the match and Jaden was instantly concerned for him. Love Jaden complimenting all of them. I had a great time, you guys are great can I duel you again without my friends in a coffin?

Love Jaden getting half of a medallion and the foreshadowing of Atticus. (If only he won an on screen duel)

Not banner accidentally saying this was a test and no one buying his excuses.

Why does this school have so many entrances too the shadow games and spirit world? Seto I have some questions for you and so does Jaden. Like he’s feeling like a hero but also what is going on at this school?

Nlove Gravekeeper’s assailant protecting Jaden.

Syrus you weenie. You see a pretty girl that knows Jaden and “aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend.” Jaden - “get your own friends.” Thank you Jay. Syrus even had the nervous hand ringing going on.

I love that she has a crush on Atticus and Jaden recognizes it.

Winged Kuriboh leads the way to saftey. They can all see it. How does

Love that Jaden won’t leave Chunly behind!

Oh my goodness I forgot Des Koala spirit showed up. And to carry and injured Cumley to freedom!!! (Also Chumley yelling “I love running” as he’s being carried is such a real thing)

Question Alexis and Syrus just saw all these real duel spirits. They saw how they helped them. Why in later episode do they act like Jaden’s crazy for talking to his spirits? Specifically Syrus?

Yes the wake up outside of the ruins. But come on you know it wasn’t a dream, Jaden has the amulet.

Also I love the detail of Winged Kuriboh and Des Koala’s cards being out and next to their masters since their spirits were with them in the spirit world.

Episode 29

The shadow riders are here! It’s time for Nightshroud!

Love the reveal that he has the second half of the pendant right away.

Not Chazz roasting Jaden for being called to the principals office only to be called in as well.

And Crowler taking every opportunity to mock Jaden. And Jane turning it right back on Chazz!

Also why are the ‘best duelist’ at the school made up of 2 teachers (are there no other teachers, there should be more teachers) 1 senior and 4 freshman. Like at the 3rd and 2nd year classes just full of duds??

Jaden just found out about the Sacred Beast cards

“Our 7 best duelist!! Well really 5 best but I need 7.” Said directly to the Teachers!!!

Of course Jaden the first to grab one. (Followed by Zane, Bastion, Alexis, Chazz, a bragging Crowler, and Banner)

Love Alexis think Jaden is going to be a target because he’s a Slifer (she’s right)

Nightshroud does have a sick entrance, and a duel in a volcano

Of course Syrus and Chumley are bait again. At least Chumley offered to help.

Jaden- “it’s not my first shadow duel! I just hope this one doesn’t hurt”

Au Jaden is really debating calling in the professionals how freaked out do you think Au Jaden is by frighting Red eyes black dragon in a shadow duel? Like that is Uncle Joey’s card. It has always protected Jaden. He’s never been scared of Red Eyes until this moment.

But he’s also fueled against it a hundred times. So he knows what works and what doesn’t.

Except this guys has a deck built around Red Eyes. And he’s able to get over Jaden’s monster with a spell card to attack him directly. Jaden can feel the full power of Red eyes and it hurts. By the time the episode ends Jaden is struggling to stand and panting for breath. He’s really hurt

Also he’s what 14/15 and dueling for his friends lives and the world. No wonder he has anxiety by season 3

Also Alexis how have you not recognized those cards yet?

Episode 30

Okay Jaden finally gets a monster with equal points as Red eyes, takes it out and goes for direct damage with Burstintrix.

Jaden asking him why he’s not acting like he’s hurt is honestly funny.

Way to get extra cards in your hands Jaden.

Jaden refusing to lose even though he’s been hit again and is almost brought to his knees.

He gets a good hit in and finally get his moment to flinch in pain.

He’s got so many Red eyes cards.

4,500 is crazy in early Yugioh. Plus Red eyes eternally dark fire has such a sick design.

Everyone else recognizing something is wrong except Crowler is amazing.

Jaden just took two heavy hits and collapsed. Love Alexis offer to take over the duel and he gets her soul if she wins or loses. I love the attitude. But maybe actually do it rather than continue standing to the side while Jaden gets back up and keeps going.

Great win Jaden.

But home boy just passed out from damage.

Atticus is back!!

I was thinking about giving Alexis or Zane this duel but the trauma of Jaden having to stare down Red Eyes and fight for his life.

Also Joey’s reaction to Jaden telling them about how he fought a red eyes deck that tried to kill him. Maybe he missed his check in call because of the damage caused. When he finally does call home they can instantly tell he’s hurt and they are all freaking out. More shadow games?? What is this the fourth one?

Maybe Jaden’s been keeping them a secret until now as they were one off events but now he can’t hide them any more.

Or maybe he has told them but said he could handle it as they were one off events. Not they are definitely not. There are seven duelist coming for Jaden and his friends’s souls.

And how does Joey handle one of his favorite cars being responsible for the banged up condition Jaden is in.

Episode 31

Camula stop spying on peoples cards and why are you stalking the 17 year old.

Why are both teachers cowards?

I love seeing Crowler in action as a good guy.

Crowler how did you just figure out that the fuel was real.

“I won’t let you let you lay a finger on MY students. I am the leading professor at the most prestigious duel academy in the world and if you want to get to my pupils you’re going back o have to go through yours truely.” Yes!!! This is the Crowler I want barely able to stand and protecting his students until the end.

“If you want help with your strategy feel free to drop by my class.” We love the confidence.

I love that he’s getting his bit kicked and the kids want to step in but Crowler keeps telling them to stay out. He’s protecting them.

And when everyone else is doubting him Jaden arrives (being supported by Syrus). And he embodies Aunt Téa as he tells him he can win this. That he can come back and get his game on.

I believe this is the moment that Crowler starts to respect Jaden

Not Camula admitting to spying on everyone.

Crowler using his last moments to encourage his student. And then when he loses “avenge me Jaden my boy.” Like Zane right there but he doesn’t ask him because Crowler knows deep down who’s going to win this.

Oh doll crowler is way creepier than I remember. And Jaden becoming furious when she tries it to the browned only to be held back by Zane. Because he knows Jaden is still really hurt form dueling Atticus

What a great episode.

Episode 32

I love that Jaden is still healing, and Chazz holding the Crowler doll.

Chazz stepping up to duel in Jaden’s place because Jaden is still hurt.

Zane leaving to handle the problem. When Syrus chases after him he gives his little brother such a fond look. I like that you can tell just how much Zane cares for his brother even if he’s bad at showing it.

Chazz not only has the crowler doll with him but his obelisk uniform hung up ready to reclaim his place. You sentimental boy

Love Ojama yellow figuring out Crowler is alive in the doll

Chumley carrying Jaden!!! I love this boy

Zane just rushed his duel. And Syrus caught it. Amazing growth. But Zane didn’t misplay he had a back up planned. What a great way to show Syrus’s growth while also uplifting Zane’s duelist skills.

She’s going to sacrifice Syrus’s soul if she loses. I love how distraught Zane is about it. He could absolutely win but he won’t because his brother is more important to him than the world. What a Kaiba move of you Zane.

Syrus “Sacrifice me it’s okay?” Like I hate how little you think of yourself?

And after that impassioned bleach Zane tells him he loves him and stands down.

Doll Zane!!

Can I have season 1 Syrus in season 3??? Like give him some more confidence.

They also animated the kid having a panic attack that’s wild.

Jaden swearing to beat her when he can’t even stand.

Okay I get he’s determined to duel but like Chazz, Alexis, and Bastian are all in way better shape than he is. Why is he the one dueling? Like I get Zane was the best but pull your weight guys.

Episode 33

Um Seto you need to check in on your school. The head master is talking to the head to the shadow riders

I love Atticus waking up just enough to give Alexis an idea

Syrus and Chumley trying to make Banner carry his weight. (He is the only remaining adult) and Chazz and Bastion ready to roll.

Alexis what do you mean you brought the ‘Calvary’ that’s just Jaden and he should be resting!! I get that Jaden is the ‘only one with a shadow charm’ but please he’s on shaky legs.

Jaden starts out strong but Camila is already trying to sacrifice everyone. If that dumb shadow charm hadn’t kicked in they would all be dead.

Offta Jaden just had tempest turned against him. But he got it back pretty fast.

Chazz why is your professor in your pocket???

Jaden did you forget that she admitted to spying on y’all with her bats already?

Jaden you are barely hanging on. The Chazz even says it. “How did we let him do this?”

We just got some crazy vampire lore for the world of Yugioh!!! What?? I forgot all about this. She’s the last vampire in the world?? This is crazy.

Did she just accuse Jaden of Chesting because she didn’t see his card when she was cheating?

Also Jaden I love you. “I didn’t even sneak it in. I just figured since you were all about the shadows I should bring something light.”

She just got dusted!!!

Zane’s back and Crowler. He just appeared out of Chazz’s project.

Au Jaden has to be going through it. Because at first he had to make a decision. To call dad or to not call dad. He has told them about the one off duel with Jinzo (the first shadow game against a duel spirit) and the duel with Titan (the guy with a fake Millennium puzzle, it started as a fake shadow game but then became real)

And his family has been so worried each time he brought one up. That fake Millennium Puzzle really ticked them all off. He knows how worried they are.

And then he goes to another dimension and duels the tomb keepers and isn’t that weird, and earns his own half of a shadow charm. Does he call Yugi? This is his third Shadow game and this time it took him to a different realm. But his dad and his friends have already fought for the world. They don’t need to do it again. It’s Jaden’s turn to protect them.

On the next call with Yugi he doesnt tell him about the shadow game and the tomb keepers. Yugi notices the new necklace but Jaden just tells him he won it in a duel.

Later when Nightshroud and duels Jaden the duel is much the same. Jaden passes out from pain and exhaustion and sleeps for a few days.

In those few days he misses a call with Yugi. Yugi is trying not to panic. Jaden hasn’t missed a call yet but he can be forgetful. Maybe he got caught up in a duel and forgot to call. But as the days stretch on Yugi gets more and more worried. He doesn’t want to over react and go to the school, but it’s not like Jaden to ignore his messages. Seto looks up the attendance record. Jaden hasn’t been going to class, but he’s listed as clinic. Why is Jaden staying in the clinic????

They are in full freak out mode when Jaden finally calls them. Yugi answers the video call in a panic. Jaden is sitting up in a bed in the clinic and he’s obviously hurting. He looked exhausted and is slumped over and in obvious pain. Yugi freaks out “what happened!”

And Jaden can’t hide it. So he tells them about his duel with the tomb keepers that got him his pendant. The keys and the Sacred Beast. And the Shadow Riders. Jaden tells them about the duel with Nightshroud. How it was a shadow game. His 4th shadow game. (4 shadow games to many in Atem’s opinion) it’s been days and Jaden still hasn’t recovered. His hands are shaking on the call and his eyes are drooping as he fights sleep to talk to them.

Yugi’s ready to go. Normally he’s the one telling Seto and Arem to wait but that’s his baby boy trembling and barely able to sit up. But Jaden argues that they (he and his friends) can do this.

Seto asks the winning question “who is we?” When Jaden tells them it’s 4 1st years 1 3rd year and 2 Teachers Seto is ready to fire everyone at the school. Who put these children in charge of keeping the world safe? What adult did this? “Well be there in 2 hours”

“No! This is my fight. We can do this I promise.” -Jaden

“Jaden you can barely sit up. We’re coming.” - Seto

“It’s not just me. The others are great duelist. Look I promise I’ll call you if things start to get out of hand. But right now Trust me.” - Jaden

And Yugi hates it. Hates remembering being the kids responsible for saving the world, why is that his son’s job now? But he can see how much this means to Jaden. And arguing with him is just making the situation worse. He can see the strain and stress this is putting the boy under.

“Stop both of you.” He stops his husband and son from arguing. “Here’s how we are going to play this. Jaden the moment you feel you can’t handle it, even for a second, you call us. We will handle it. But until then Seto is going to send you a vital band.” They used them to monitor vitals of people when they do research of virtual worlds or dimensional traveling. “You are going to wear it the whole time. If you’re vitals ever drop passed what WE determine as safe, we are coming no arguments.”

Seto wants to keep arguing that they go now but he understands Yugi’s compromise. They had several long talks after Jaden’s first and second shadow game. About how unfair this was, how they wanted to protect him, but he was growing up. They couldn’t shield him forever. He was the son of the King of Games and Seto Kaiba, Nephew to Atem the pharaoh who defeated Zorc. His life was always going to be dangerous once people found out.

At least he was somewhere with at least 2 competent adults (ha they don’t know it’s Crowler and Banner) and several friends to help. He’s not alone (he’s going to do most of the work but they don’t know that now) and they can get to him in a matter of hours if need be. Jaden is strong. He’s hurt right now and that is being out every single one of Yugi’s dad instincts right now but he trust Jaden to know his limits.

“Thanks for believing in me Dad.” Jaden’s smile almost makes it worth it.

Either Jaden will handle this with his friends of Yugi will step in. They are keeping the plane on standby just in case.

Camula starts causing problems literally the next night. And as Jaden watches his teacher fall and he’s to week to stand he wonders if maybe he is in over his head. Then Zane goes down and he’s about to call home when Atticus wakes up and is like “no you need a shadow charm” and now Jaden knows he can’t call them. If he does then what happened to Dr. Crowler and Zane will happen to his family! No he can do this. He can win back his friends souls, save the world and keep his family safe.

After his duel with Camula Jaden does get a call from Yugi because his vitals were acting weird. Not the agreed upon low numbers but still weird enough to check in (Yugi is looking for excuses at this point to check in on his boy.) Jaden tells him about Camula (there’s no point in keeping secrets) and Yugi is stressed but he’s trying not to show it because he can see the anxiety rolling off of Jaden. Maybe it’s time to visit any ways…..

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