#the guy had the same feeling as the one from that one dream about Jeff

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 7

Or: a secret Admirer AU

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Robin’s been keeping her eyes peeled, and things have only gotten weirder.

Chrissy and Steve are still tied at the hip, still holding hands sometimes in the halls, she’s still wearing his letterman jacket any chance she gets. It all screams perfect textbook couple destined to win prom king and queen in a few months and pop out boring babies with glorious hair a few years later.

Except, she’s seen Chrissy leave two more notes in Eddie’s locker, has seen her and Steve pick up random books out of the library and pull envelopes out of them. She’d think the pair were pulling some sort of horrible prank on Eddie, if Chrissy wasn’t so goddamn nice.

And she’s seen Steve staring down the other boy, more caught in Eddie’s pull then even Chrissy is. It’s like he’s trying to melt Eddie’s eyeballs straight out of his skull with the force of his gaze. For his part, Eddie never even seems to notice.

That’s not even mentioning whatever the hell had happened in the cafeteria last week when Eddie had kissed Chrissy’s hand, and then Steve had whisked her away before Jason could start some sort of pissing contest.

Even the band nerds were all atwitter with that development.

And then there’s the other guy: Jeff.

Before this whole cluster of a situation, she hadn’t known Jeff from Adam, but now he’s everywhere. It feels like every other day now he’s climbing into Chrissy’s passenger seat and they’re speeding away, not a Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson in sight.

Or they’re in the library doing the same mail pick-up that Chrissy and Steve do together. Once, Robin had even seen Jeff by her side as she’d dropped a note into Eddie’s locker, which might be the wildest part of the whole situation; Robin had been under the impression that he and Eddie were friends.

There’s some benefits to being invisible: no one notices her.

So, she’s got all these building blocks to the juiciest gossip in Hawkins High for probably decades, but, no matter how she stacks them together, she can’t make them into a picture she understands.

All she knows is this: Steve Harrington is up to something shady.

Robin’s got her eyes open and a mission of the heart. She’ll protect Chrissy with all she has, and if Steve gets caught in the crossfire? That’s fine with her.

*** 

Chrissy’s still all over Harrington. He doesn’t get it, can’t comprehend why someone who leaves him such lovely, lovely notes has stuck herself to that douche’s side.

Eddie doesn’t get it.

Is it the status bump? No, can’t be, even Eddie knows the guy’s fallen a few pegs down the ladder since whatever the hell had happened with Wheeler last year.

Maybe it’s the looks? He’s got that swoopy hair all the girls fawn over, and the features to back it up. But Chrissy’s never struck him as that shallow, no matter how hot the guy is.

Is it the money, the car, the nice clothes? What does Steve Harrington have that Eddie doesn’t?

Is it the way he leans up against lockers, smiling at every girl in his sight like they’re his whole world? The way he tucks a lock of hair behind their ears, eyes smoldering, touch gentle? Steve goddamn Harrington with his jockish good looks and sweeping charms. 

He just—doesn’t get it.

He also doesn’t get why he hasn’t received a note in his locker for a couple days now, not since Eddie’d come up to her table in the cafeteria and kissed her hand.

Her nails had been painted a perfect pink, and when Eddie looked away to stare Harrington down, he’d noticed the guy had nail polish on, too: a bright yellow that would have suited him if it wasn’t chipped to hell.

It was such a small, incongruous detail, but it niggles at Eddie late into the night. It doesn’t fit with who Eddie knows Harrington to be. 

It didn’t fit, and he’s tired of nothing fitting together the way it should, so he’s been avoiding Harrington like the plague.

So, when he catches Chrissy in a rare moment where Steve’s not loitering in her periphery, he approaches again, hands raised like, see here, I’m harmless!

She smiles at him, white teeth damn-near glinting where they peek out from behind her lips. Eddie’s reciting sonnets in his head.

“Miss Cunningham,” he says, bending over at the waist and bowing low as she laughs at him. “Would you give this lowly Dungeon Master the honor, nay the privilege, of accompanying him on his quest this Thursday?”

Chrissy’s head’s tilted to the side like an inquisitive dog as she asks, “in plain English?”

He bounces closer, pleased to have even gotten his foot in the door. “My Dungeons and Dragons club is starting a new campaign tomorrow,” he says. “Want to come play?” When she purses her lips instead of answering, he scrambles to continue. “Or even just watch?”

Chrissy’s lips are still pursed, but she’s nodding slowly, like she’s thinking about saying yes. “That might be fine,” she replies. “Where should I meet you?”

And that’s how he finds himself with Chrissy Cunningham sitting in at the next Hellfire session. Gareth’s awkward because he always is when there’s a pretty girl in his vicinity, but Jeff smiles and chats with her like they’re old friends. Doug doesn’t seem to care one way or another, too focused on getting the newest campaign started to care about an interloper.

It goes off without a hitch, Chrissy’s presence blending into the background. He forgets her entirely until the end of the session when she starts slinging questions at them, and Jeff starts patiently explaining what a modifier is, and how they know which dice to roll as Eddie packs up his supplies. 

He’s got grand ideas about taking Chrissy home, had even cleaned out his van for it, but Chrissy was always destined to pop his ego.

“That was great, Eddie!” Chrissy cuts in, barely waiting for the party to finish celebrating to speak. “But, I’m already late to meet Steve, so I’ve got to go.”

“Uh,” Eddie says, staring at her retreating back, “okay.”

She turns back around right before she’s through the drama room door, still smiling as she calls, “see you guys next week!”

She’s going to see Harrington, the bane of Eddie’s current existence, but she did say it was great. No, she’d said Eddie was great.

Truly a mixed bag.

Eddie takes his time wrangling the boys out of the room and into his van, determined to hold onto the high of Chrissy Cunningham watching him DM—no way would he let Harrington of all people ruin his night.

*** 

She damn-near runs out of the drama room, lie leaving a bitter taste on her tongue—she’s not late to meet Steve, isn’t planning to see him at all.

It’s just, she knows what that gleam in a boy’s eyes means; Eddie was about to do something stupid. Ask her out, or try to flirt, or do something else both embarrassing and heart-crushing for Steve.

So, she’d done what she’s best at in uncomfortable situations: she’d lied.

Now, she’s just gotta get out of the school before anyone can call her on it.

The school’s eerily empty, the fluorescent lights only on in patchy segments, luring all the lingering students into the poorly-lit parking lot where Chrissy’s car waits. She just wants to get into her bed and wait until she can debrief with Steve in the morning.

She’s just twisted the key in the lock and begun pulling it open when a hand reaches past her and slams it closed. Chrissy jumps, fear coiling through her stomach and rapidly churning into anger. She turns, back to her car, ready to curse out Eddie or one of his other club members, but the words die unsaid in her throat.

It’s not Eddie; it’s Jason. His hand’s still slapped onto her door, keeping it closed, and in the dim light of the parking lot, his eyes are almost glowing. She wants to take a step back, but he’s effectively boxed her into the side of her own car.

“Are you serious, Chris?” he asks. The nickname sounds wrong in his mouth, all toxic and chopped up. Not at all like when Steve says it. “You really are hanging out with freaks now?”

“Jason, I—” Chrissy starts, hating the way her voice trembles.

“Are you sleeping with that freak now, too?” he demands, crowding farther into her space. “Harrington was one thing, but Munson?”

He says Eddie’s name like it’s a curse. She’s scared, still, but suddenly she’s furious that she wasted years of her life with this douche, that she’s still wasting time being afraid of him.

“He’s better than you’ll ever be,” she snarls, unsure if she means Steve or Eddie. It doesn’t matter, it’s true for both.

Without wasting another word on the jackass who’s made it his mission in life to make her feel small, Chrissy yanks her door open. It hits him in the face, sending him stumbling to the asphalt with a groan.

Even still, she rushes to slide into her car, ramming the key in and backing out without even checking her blind spots for unsuspecting pedestrians.

Jason’s just making his way back to his feet when she glances into her rear-view mirror before turning out of the parking lot and onto the street.

Her hands shake on the steering wheel making the car jerk about.

She doesn’t go home.

All the lights are on in the Harrington house, and she worries for a second that his parents are home for once before she sees the solitary car in the driveway. She parks behind it, taking the extra minute to line her car up perfectly parallel to it, hoping her hands will stop shaking by the time she’s done.

Steve’s waiting on the stoop by the time she makes it out of her car and up the driveway, hands still shaking with aftershocks of flight or fight. His arms are crossed, and he’s scowling down at her from his casual lean against the closed door.

“Will you come to Hellfire with me next Thursday?” she asks, voice wobbling around the request.

“Was it that bad?” Steve asks, scowl shifting into a teasing smile before she steps into the halo of the porch’s light and he catches sight of the expression on her face. “Are you okay?”

His hands are on her shoulders, warm and grounding against the chill that’s seeped into her skin. She reaches one of her hands up to brush the wetness from beneath her eyes. “Will you come?” she asks again, question firming up and sharpening now that she’s here, safe.

Steve’s hands squeeze, warm, warm, warm. “Course, Chris,” he replies, and she was right—it is better coming from his mouth. “Want to come in?”

She follows him into the house, curling herself up small in the corner of his couch, relieved when he sits close. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t rush her at all, just waits, patient the way Jason never was.

“You’re a great fake boyfriend, you know,” she says, smiling when he laughs and knocks their shoulders together.

“Well, as your fake boyfriend, do I need to kill Eddie?” he asks, and when she looks up from her knees, his eyes are almost shining with sincerity. “Because I will, you know.”

“I know,” she says, cheeks warming, not because she likes a boy, but because she has a friend, a real one who would pick her even over his crush. “But, Eddie was nice.”

Steve hums, slumping into her further. “So, who am I killing?”

“No one!” Chrissy replies, laughing just a little. Steve’s just like a dog with a bone; she’s always been a dog person. “Or Jason, maybe?”

“What?” Steve barks, all playfulness gone from his voice. “What the hell did he—”

“He didn’t do anything!” she rushes out, making space between their bodies so she can meet his heated gaze. “He just freaked me out.”

“But, he can’t—”

“But, you’re a good friend, and will come to Hellfire next week to keep it from happening again, right?”

Steve groans, slumping back into her and hiding his face in her hair. “You’re the worst,” he grumbles, only continuing when she pinches him hard right beneath his ribs. “But, fine! I’ll go!”

“Thank you,” Chrissy replies, glad she hadn’t gone home to recover alone.

Steve rubs his face against her head like the freak he secretly is. “Anytime.”

They stay there, bathed in the quiet of their shared companionship and the frankly alarming number of lights Steve has lighting up his entire house.

She’s almost dozed off, slumped into his side when Steve asks, “but, like, how was it?”

She laughs, body shaking with delight instead of fear this time as she replies, “Eddie Munson is such a nerd.”

PART 8

[luvjunie]

Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?

a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao

— headcanons. miles and miles as twins

Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.

They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.

“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”

42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side

Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day

1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.

“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”

They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth

42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that

42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly

They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different

“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”

Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.

You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish

When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight

They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits

“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”

They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her

They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally

Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day

42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.

“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”

They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other

42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it

1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—

“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”

Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half

“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”

[whole-circus]

Hihi I recently started reading your works and stchnvdhnifbmb I'm obsessed now lol

I must ask how the creeps would react to someone who was there for them before they became the way they are now? I'm quite curious (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；)

Take care and hydrate <333

Creepypastas with reader that had knew them before tragic eventes

➥ with Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, "Ticci" Toby, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned

Ahh you waited so long for this Im so sorry!T^T

Also you guys have no idea how sweet that is! Im glad that someone likes to read my scribble! <3 Lots of love and also remember to hydrate! I choose couple of pastas, but feel free to inform me if you would like someone else!

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☆ Jeff the Killer

During one of this normal days, or maybe during calm night? You finally saw him..You were looking at eachothers, not sure what to do - sure, he may be a killer now..but this killer was once your friend? Does he even recognize you? But to your suprise, he just started laughing. It wasn't his casual maniac laughter..this one were more friendly, just like the laugh of him you remembered. The laugh of your best friend. He remembered you..and even if he is way diffrent now, then the part of him is still your best friend. You are finally something good in his miserable life, and he almost felt normal once again. Its funny how you make a man like him smile and sigh in relief, just by your presence. And he doesn't care what he did do somehow deserved you again - all he could do is being grateful for that.

☆ Homicidal Liu

You manage to meet Liu on one, ordinary night. Even if he looked, oh so diffrent, then inside you could still recognize his past self. When it comes to Liu, he couldnt believe his luck in that moment. He craves for sense of normalcy like nothing else, its his only true wish..but now you are here again? He start to remember all this nice moments from his childhood..you were in all of them! Even if he didnt recognize you at first, he felt so many strong emotions and could find something familiar..and like that after a quick chat you finally were in eachothers arms once again. There you were..his only hope and only love, you have no idea how long he had waited for you - and when he finally got you, he wont let you go again.

☆ "Ticci" Toby

After everything he had done, Toby really became all this names they used to call him in school - he was a monster, a freak in fact. Could you even look at him in the same, sweet way you used to as a kid? He was scared, constantly scared..so he didnt made a first move. Until that day. When he finally saw you again, he finally felt at peace. The feeling when you were again in his arms felt like coming home from a long journey. He was able to feel the same thing, the same love and care from you. And he already felt much better, just from seeing your smile again.

☆ Eyeless Jack

He was sure you wouldn't recognize him..now he was a monster after all, a inhuman being, a demon straight from poeple nightmares. But he wished, he dreamed that you would look at him in the same way - they way you used to when everything was normal. Meeting you again made him so incredible happy..he almost feel human again! All he could do was just hug you, and sob quietly.. you had so much to talk about, but you have time for that..the only thing that matter is you right now.

☆ Ben Drowned

Ben wasnt the same person you used to cherish and care for..shit, he wasnt even a person, a human anymore. So was he still worth of your friendship? Your sweet words and hugs? Was he even worth looking at you? But he finally decide to meet you once more, he had all eternity and he needs you to make it worth exisitng. So when he showed up at your doors? He had it all planned, the things he will do and say..but just seeing you made him tear up and look in guilt to the ground. His always cool and smug persona, was replaced with the seriousness and culpability. And when you took him into your warm embrace? When you started to shush him ,a dcomfort him? He felt at peace once again, almost like nothing else matters but you both. You already made him the happiest and nothing can compare to you, nothing else in this world.

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[trashmouth-richie]

𝔩𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔥: 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤

𓆙 crazy! lilith! reader x eddie

𓆙 same au as this that will now be referred to as the lilith au

𓆙 summary: the beginning of how eddie met lilith. based on this ask from @serasvictoria “Loved Lilith crazy reader (so good!) and I’d like to read about the moment where Eddie first went “fuck, I’m into this.”” hope i did you proud 🥹💋 i like to think eddie met her and couldn’t stop thinking about her.

𓆙 tw: 18 + only, smut p in v unprotected, violence, blood, demon themes, soul mates connecting. nicknames, weed, drinking mentioned. both eddie and reader are over 18. Billy makes an appearance 🙄

𓆙 3.9k words

The bar stunk like it always did. BO seeping out from the uniforms of the guys fresh from their shift at the plant mixed with spilled keg beer. The stench wafted through the dank air creating a reeking stench that was custom for the Hideout, keeping the well lined pockets of Hawkins rich away from the hole-in-the-wall bar. 

Eddie was in a mood tonight, and his friends could feel it. By nature, he was accustomed to breaking up fights with the drunks, offering whatever asshole with a clenched fist a joint if they would just leave it be. The Hideout was like a home to him, and he hated any sort of disturbance to the small peace the shitty bar had to offer. 

But tonight? He didn’t know he would be the one to start a fight, especially not after seeing you walk through the front doors. 

He had seen you there before. Always dressed like you deserved to be somewhere better, somewhere that didn’t smell like armpits and unwashed balls. Lips painted in a deep color but from the shitty lighting he never could tell if it was purple or black. 

He watched from a distance as you shrugged off one piss drunk guy after another, each leaving with their tails tucked between their legs, muttering shit like crazy bitch, she’s fucking insane did’ya hear what she said to me? Eddie stood by and laughed, admiring the mysterious girl who wouldn’t give anyone a chance. 

Setting up equipment last week Eddie’s eyes were trained on the time, having it down to a science on when you’d show up, and there you were. Rolling your eyes to the catcalls from the old timers and going straight to the bar, a glinted smile on your lips as you purred your order, one he had already memorized from watching you show up week after week. Eddie leaned back and hollered to Jeff, asking if he knew who you were. 

Jeff said what he thought your name was, claiming you worked with his sister at the Hideaway, the diner that served beer and home style food, you were a senior maybe? But neither of them had seen you around before. 

You were a mystery to him, and he was hooked. He looked for you in classes, down the orange and green brick painted hallways. Fuck, he even went to the Hideaway but could never find you there. It was almost as if you only existed in his dreams or at the Hideout. 

Corroded Coffin wasn’t performing tonight, instead the four guys leaned over the sticky table in the back corner, their table, tossing quarters into a shot glass and shooting the shit. Well three of the four were having a good time, the other was quiet, brooding behind dark eyes. 

You had walked in like you always did, 10 o’clock on the dot, only this time you weren’t alone. 

Billy Hargrove? Really? 

Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes, how fucking cliche could you be? Finding the first swinging dick in Hawkins with a loud car and immediately going on a date with him. Eddie was disgusted, but more so, jealous. 

Hours ticked by, and beer after beer, one gut rot shot after another, Eddie’s jealousy brewed into pure hatred. His dark eyes bored into you, but you didn’t even notice. 

He hated you. Hated your stupid smile, the way you kept giggling at Billy’s jokes. just wait til you see him naked, sweetheart, the laughing won’t stop there, he thought to himself. 

Loathing the way your black painted nails curled into Billy’s denim jacket, no doubt he probably fed you a line about how he works out. Eddie’s eyes roll back again and he breathes heavily through his nose, sucking the last shot of whiskey through his teeth, letting the bitter taste melt on his tongue and burn with each fiery drop down his throat. 

Trying to keep himself busy, he finds himself flicking open his switchblade, pressing the top of the blade into the black leather cushion, wishing it was Billy’s neck instead. He can’t hear what anyone is saying behind him, didn’t even notice that Gareth was talking about learning a new song. His full attention was on you. 

Billy gets up from his bar stool, the noise from the drag of the legs on the floor scratches against Eddie’s skin, adding insult to injury. He shoots you a wink and makes his way to the back towards the bathroom. 

Watching him disappear into the dark lit corner, Eddie stands on wobblier legs than he would have liked. Boots heavy and clunky as he stalks his way over to you. Not at all knowing what he was going to do or say, going on pure adrenaline. 

Your perfume hits him first, a warm note of vanilla mixed with a tobacco hint of camels. The red top you’re wearing is cut low, showcasing your pretty neck and plunging deep into the cleavage of your tits. A black leather jacket sits on your shoulders, the zippers shining with the warm light. 

Your eyelashes bat at him as he approaches your table, but you still don’t look his way, and he stands next to you like he’s known you for years, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. 

“I’ll take another one of these,” you say, pushing your empty glass towards him with your middle finger, “make it a strong one.” 

“I don’t work here,” Eddie scoffs, moving your drink out of his way and placing an arm on the back of your chair, glaring down at you “but you already knew that.” 

The air shifts when you look up at him, it’s heavier, thicker than peanut butter, and you almost choke at the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. 

“What makes you think I would know that?” 

Eddie shifts, the liquor on his breath is spicy and warm. 

“Because I've seen you here before, and not once have you ordered a drink from me.” 

A wicked grin coaxes its way to your lips and you cross your legs, the toe of your high heel touching Eddie’s knee, and you lean your elbow on the table closer into him. 

“Stalking me big boy?” 

“And if I was?” his voice is low, the ends of his hair sway as he dips into your space, eyes never leaving yours, making sure he was all you could see as he whispers, “something tells me you wouldn’t mind that.”

The toe of your shoe grazes his inner thigh and the tip of something hard, making the corner of your lip tease up as you pluck the stem of the cherry from your empty drink. Bringing it to your mouth, you never stop looking into his eyes, and his haven’t left yours either. 

The flesh of the cherry breached your lips and you lick the bottom of it, humming at the taste of the grenadine and sour whiskey on your tongue, finally biting the cherry, you toss the stem behind you. Chewing softly on the sugary fruit and leaning back, Eddie’s eyes taking you in. 

His ringed hand crawls up your stocking clad thigh, circling your soft skin, rubbing at the hem of your skirt. 

“am I right, sweetheart?” 

He doesn’t need you to say he’s correct because he already knows, your eyes speak for you, a dark glint to them, dripping with want, and he wouldn’t doubt if you were to open your legs that your panties would wet with a sweet heat he desperately needed to taste. 

“You’re pretty cocky for a guy who’s been staring at me for months but has never said a word until tonight.” 

It's Eddie's turn for silence when your pretty nails reach out to trace the handcuffs on his belt, shifting your legs so the left is now crossed over the right, each taking more and more from one another waiting for the first to break. 

“Why tonight? hmm?” your nails rubbing against the metal and leather, thumb grazing his zippered crotch, getting a devil hint of what he has hiding beneath. “Didn’t like seeing me with someone else? Already putting your claim on me, huh?” 

He didn’t need to answer because you already knew. 

The first time you laid eyes on him he was playing the solo to Master of Puppets, the cold air seeped into your bones from your walk from the Hideaway, and you needed a drink after your shitty shift.

Your eyes met and it was instant, a primal heat that drew you in and kept you coming back, waiting impatiently. Watching from afar calculating his moves, the way he held himself so confidently, his lithe muscles rippling when carrying band equipment from the stage. The way his throat vibrated when he sang, the quick jerk of his fingers as they strummed each key. How sweaty his hair would get after his set, shit you were infatuated. 

He dips low to you again, a hand landing on your hip, sending shivers to your spine. 

“You’re lost, sweetheart.” 

Confused, you look up at him, quirking an eyebrow, challenging him, “lost?” 

His fingers squeeze gently at your hip, his other hand moving your chin so you can look at him directly, his thumb moving over your bottom lip, pulling it down and almost groaning as it pops back into place against your teeth, “yeah, you’re supposed to be with me.” 

“Well well, if it isn’t the freak caught with his hands in the cookie jar.” 

Neither of you look at Billy, the heat between you still strong, sweltering. 

“Hargrove,” Eddie greets, eyes never leaving yours, “thanks man.” 

Billy shoots you a look, fists clenched, “for what?” 

Eddie stands up straight, hands leaving you to retreat into his jacket pocket, angling his shoulders back, “bringing my girl to me, seriously, I owe you.” 

Billy smirks and chuckles, “your girl huh?” 

“I didn’t stutter.” 

Eddie dogged the first swing, ducking and jabbing a brass knuckled fist into Billy’s stomach, sending him backwards into a table behind him, peanuts and beer spray up across the bar.  

Stalking towards Billy, the shine of Eddie’s brass knuckles gleam against his fist, matching the shine of the wink he shoots you, and he’s caught off guard when you re-cross your legs and lick your top lip, hooded eyelids flashing him a sinful look of lust. 

He chuckles at the sight of you, how you’re not afraid of him, how you didn’t run, the way you look like you’re almost enjoying this. Fuck.

Billy’s boot kicks Eddie square in the jaw, blooding up his bottom lip, sending him tumbling back a few steps, giving Billy the upper hand. 

Neither of them expect what comes next. Eddie didn’t notice you get up, planting your heels on the ground and grabbing the bar stool by the legs. He only heard the thud of Billy falling to the ground and the crack of splintered wood teetering across the ground, the remaining pieces of the stool tossed to your feet. 

Heels echoing across the floor, you tiptoe around the wood kneeling down to grab Billy’s blond hair between your fingers, twisting as his head raises from the floor. 

“Date’s over,” your voice is sweet with each word, almost pleasant in the delivery, “understand?” 

“Fucking crazy bitch,” Billy spits. 

The whip of a knife whizzes past your ear, catching on the meat of Billy’s hand, nailing him to the floor. 

Billy gasps and grunts mumbling shit under his breath. 

Turning your head you look up at the dark haired metalhead. His eyes are darker than they were all night, a twitch formed in one of his eyelids. The blood dripping from his chin was sticky against his pale skin. To anyone else in the bar he looked deranged, like a demon straight from hell here in a human form, but to you? He looked like a God, a fucking King. 

The look in his eyes caused a pool to form between your legs, the black veil of iniquity clouded your vision, a certain wickedness emitted from him and you were drawn to it like a magnet.

He stomps to both you and Billy, bending down he reaches a hand over your back, grabbing ahold of your hip, making you stand up with him. 

“Wrong answer.” Eddie grunts, his boot shoving the blade in further. 

He’s taller than you expected him to be, his broad shoulders are rolled back and he peers down at you, a dimpled smirk on his lips. 

Standing on tiptoes, you reach up to his face. His strong jaw ripples between clenched teeth under your fingers. Rubbing the cut on his bottom lip with your thumb, he doesn’t flinch, only breathes heavy when you smear the blood around, and pop it into your mouth. The devil’s smile on your lips as you hum around your thumb, the acidic burnt taste of his blood on your tongue.

He groans, squeezing your hips in his big hands, bringing you into him, his stiff cock pressed heavy against your middle. 

“Wanna get outta here?” your fingers walk up against his chest, fingernails scratching down until they land on his belt, lightly yanking the leather towards you.

“Your place or mine?” His voice is low, hungry. 

“I’m not picky.” 

“didn’t think you were, c’mon sweetheart.” 

Eddie grabs your hand and drags you through the front door, your laugh fills the night air, taking away any chill from it, your bodies serving as heaters.  He opens the drivers door of his van and you get in climbing over the center console. 

He climbs in behind you, almost choking when you throw a leg back over and sit firmly in his lap. 

“Fuck.” 

Your fingers work to the collar of his shirt, ripping it down the center, showing off his pretty porcelain skin etched with scrawls of a demon-like face and a black widow on his chest, heaving as he tries not to blow his load right there and then. 

Eyes rake over him, followed by the scratch of your nails, he hisses and groans as your lips attach to his neck, licking sweet and warm under his ear, “about time you talked to me..” 

Your hips move against him, his hands burning into the fabric of your skirt and lifting slightly, thumbs searing into your thighs, “looks like you just needed to get jealous, hmm?” 

Eddie’s hands work your jacket from your shoulders, groaning as the neon light from the bar hits you, illuminating the delicate skin of your shoulders, and the tight strap from your bra, he moans and yanks you forward, hands full on your breasts as his fingers roll against your nipples. His lips perched to the column of your throat. Your moans filling the van when his tongue salves across your throat, working a hickey into your neck, “that’s what I thought big boy, mmm, you’re easy to read.”

His dick kicks up when the pad of his thumb hits a steel ball on either side of your nipples, and he bites hard into your neck, causing you to yelp and moan, enjoying the pleasured pain. 

“course I was jealous,” Eddie groans against your skin, working his tongue along his teeth marks, “fuckin’ look at you, goddamn devil woman.” 

Your hand works to his jaw, wrapping closed around his throat and shoving him back hard into the seat. Nose to nose with him, your tongue darting out to catch the flesh of his lip, whispering hot against his mouth as you press your wet cunt down into him, “you like that? The evil inside of me?” 

His hand wraps around your throat, large rings cutting into your skin, pressing hard against the bite he put into your neck. Eyes rolling to white you hum a moan so pretty against his hand his dick kicks up again, straining beneath the denim. 

He brings you close to him, lips ghosting over your own, “Like isn’t the right word.” 

His lips crash into yours, a mix of blood, spit and clashing teeth. It’s primal, the way your mouths work together, licking, sucking, lapping at one another, hungry for more. 

Your hands move feverishly against his belt, and his fingers waist no time shoving your skirt up higher, showing off the sheen from your pussy lips, slick and bare, no panties. 

He groans when his fingers push past your puffy lips and circle your clit, trying to suck him in where you need him most. 

“Fuck,” he chuckles, “you’re fucking soaked, Eddie get you all worked up?” 

“Is that your name?” you quip, working his velvet thick cock from his jeans, spitting on the tip and rubbing it around with your thumb, you wrap your fingers around his shaft pumping him once, “looked more like a Diablo,” your hand works him again, “Lucifer…” you push his head through your slick folds, sinking down enough that the head of his cock disappears, “.. or daddy to me.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes back into his head, biting his fist, and moaning loud, “fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” 

You tut between your teeth, “not tonight, tonight you’re mine.” 

Your full weight drops down onto his cock and you sigh a moan the same time Eddie groans and squeezes his eyes shut, and you take a second to catch your breath before you adjust yourself so you can circle your hips. your nails press into his chest again, leaving scarlet marks in your wake, his skin pulled from itself and under your fingers, and he can’t get enough, 

The buckles on your bra straps are plucked like dandelion heads against the cup, threads frayed under Eddie's hands as your tits bounce from their confinements, pretty piercings glinting in the neon lights. 

“Tell me,” you groan, your own hands pushing your tits together and biting your lip from the pure ecstasy that’s laced into Eddie’s cock, “tell me how good this is.” 

“Fuck look at you, taking me so fuckin’ deep.” his thumb circles your clit as his hips buck up into you, eliciting more pretty moans that rattle the windows in the van, matching his grunts and sweat-stuck bangs. “should have, mm yeah shit just like that, fuck! don’t stop, scooped you up the first night I saw you.” 

He wasn’t like the other lame dicks in Hawkins, this one seemed different, better. You knew from the moment you saw him that he could keep up with you, wouldn’t be turned away from your demon lust or the darkness that permeated through your skin. Just as Billy had said, this guy was a freak. Like you. 

Eddie lifts you up and turns, slamming you into the seat so your face is pressed against the warm leather, ass angled up, pussy split open and weeping from his cock. 

He works his dick between your folds, relishing in the way you try to suck him in greedily, chuckling as you pout and scowl when he teases you some more. 

“what’s the matter pretty girl? You don’t like being teased?” 

“no,” you whine as he does it again, laughing at your eager pussy and desperate cries. A hand lands hard on the fat of your ass and you jump under his hand, moaning and pushing yourself back into him, “more, fuck, please.”

That’s all Eddie needed to hear before he’s deep inside you again, your gummy walls clenching around him as he bottoms out, His large hand printed on your skin. “fuck you’re nasty, such a dirty slut aren’t ya?” 

“yes, fuck.” your tongue licks the leather seat, eyes looking back to see the blackness cloud Eddie’s eyes and for a split second you swore there were horns on his head. 

He pumps into you faster, met by your hand circling your clit, he leans forward to suck into your shoulder blade, licking up the back of your neck, whispering into your ear as his hips jack knife into you, “come for me, fuckin’ come for daddy.” 

Wet floods your fingers and heat coils in your belly as your orgasm spreads, the back of Eddie’s seat has moon shaped indents on the left side as you claw into it, moaning against it. 

His fingers are grabbing you hard enough it will leave bruises on your hips, he grunts into you, working you through your leg shaking high. “Did so good for me, yeah you like this cock? gripping me like a fuckin’ vice honey, ’m gonna come, where you want me?” 

You twist beneath him, facing him to see his sweaty chest, hair sticking to his neck in places, dark eyes gleaming in a lust infused state of bliss, fat cock red and swollen. The demon of your dreams. 

The makeup on your eyes were smudged from sweat and your face grinding into the seat, you lick your lips and eye the pre cum on his cock, your slick soaking his length, coating the course hair at the base. “I wanna know how we taste.” 

Eddie groans, grabbing your waist roughly and adjusting you both carelessly to the back, shoulders knocking into the seats and whatever other bullshit was tossed into the void. 

He kisses you harsh, fingers tweezed around your nipple piercing, groaning at your little moans as you bite his split lip and shove him onto his back. Peering down at him with soulless eyes you work your way down his body, tangling yourself in between his legs, you wrap your lips around his fat length. 

The heady taste of your arousal and the brine of his precum mix on your tongue, marrying into a profound taste that could only be described as heaven and hell. 

His hips wiggle beneath you, desperate for more of your mouth, you giggle before swallowing him into your throat in one single move, working your hands up and down his shaft, in tandem with your swirling tongue. 

Groans replace your desperate moans from earlier, lewd sounds streak up the fogged fucked windows of the van, and it’s not long before Eddie is spilling into your mouth, muttering nonsense. 

You suck him clean, and he hisses at your wicked tongue lapping around him. 

“Fuck Lilith,” Eddie groans, sleepy little smile on his lips as he pulls you into his sweaty chest, skin to skin, “you’re out of this world.” 

You quirk a brow and push his bangs back from his forehead, “that’s not my name, Eddie.” 

“it should be,” he grins down at you, moving your neck to plant a kiss behind your ear, “it’s a variation of the Mother goddess of all demons… and after what we just did, fuck.” he grunts, squeezing your bare thigh and hoisting you higher up to him, “satan himself couldn’t tear you away from me.” 

A wicked grin paints your lips, and you surprise yourself when you push them into Eddie’s, fingers wrapped tight around his neck. 

Eddie was wrong, you weren’t lost, just missing a piece to your puzzle, needing someone to delve into the darkest part of your mind, to be enthused by your antics, applauding your wickedness. and that someone, was found at a smelly dive bar. Him. 

Ave Satani

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[c3rt1f1ed-hat3r]

Melissa is not a Jackie replacement, sorry guys.

i’m honestly so tired of people saying melissa is just a Jackie replacement, like no, absolutely not. shauna and melissa’s dynamic is its own thing, and it works precisely because melissa is nothing like jackie.

people love to bring up that taivan joke about shauna making melissa wear jackie’s clothes or call her “shipman” but that’s literally just van and tai projecting, it’s not canon, it’s not real. we literally see shauna arguing with jackie in a dream sequence saying she hated being called shipman, so clearly, that conversation was just the girls speculating and joking.

same with the whole “jackieshauna is canon” thing. people keep pointing that one line from travis, where he talks about the slumber party make outs. he was tripping out on shrooms when he said that, he was literally hallucinating, thinking he was hearing "the wilderness" and it was just frogs having sex, and we’re supposed to take that as confirmation? be serious. not to mention how he was pissed at shauna because of the hunt and because of she said about javi. everything we actually see about jackieshauna is from other characters’ perspectives never from the characters themselves.

and then people say shauna doesn’t care about melissa?? be serious. if she didn’t care, melissa would be dead by the end of the season. she literally lets melissa choke her out and just… walks away from it. and when she throws that line “i knew you’d turned out to be boring” it’s projection. because she’s boring too. she couldn’t even kill her when she had the gun, that’s the whole point. they’re basically mirrors or twin flames if you prefer. you get moments like melissa hugging shauna from behind or making her smile, stuff no one else gets away with, and shauna lets it happen, because she does care.

So no, melissa isn’t jackie 2.0, she’s not a replacement, she’s a reflection of shauna, not jackie. Their dynamic is built on that contrast. While jackie tried to restrain shauna, melissa enabled her darkest impulses, which turned their bond into something volatile and destructive and that’s what made it so fascinating.

But i also think it does reaffirm jackieshauna, and that shauna at least had feelings towards jackie and the jeff thing was both an act of domination and love for jackie (i cant have her so ill have him kind of way).

[fairytwles]

GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE FIRST TWO EPISODES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏

OK OK, I HAVE A LOT

kinda out of order and all over the place but SEASON THREE EP 1 AND 2 THOUGHTS:

THE TAG SCENE IN EPISODE ONE QUICKLY MADE ITS WAY UP TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SEQUENCES OF THE SHOW (LOTTIE SEEING LAURA LEES GHOST IN THE MALL STILL AT #1 THO)

the scene right after that where everyone is just having a good time is so cutesy and i adored it, it was so nice to see them all so happy because i knew they're gonna get into some fuck shit this season

speaking of cutesy, AKILAHHHHHH

MY GIRL IS RASING BUNNIES???? AND DUCKS???? UGH

the beef between mari and shauna this season is so fucking funny

I'm overall liking mari a lot more this season too (though it is only the first two episodes so that could change)

"get off of me gaywad!" ok prophet mari

ADULT TAIVAN MY BELOVEDS OMG IM SO GLAD WE'RE GETTING CONTENT

callie and adult shauna my beloved's

LOTTIE FUCKING MATTHEWS!!! SHE HAS DONE NO WRONG EVER IN THE WORLD OF THE WORLDS

she is my baby, my beloved, my pookie, my princess (both teen and adult lottie)

nat looking hot as ever, serving face in the wilderness like its no ones business

three jackie mentions, I'm simply winning

one of those jackie mentions being in an interaction with nat??? jackienat truthers win once again

speaking of nat, her funeral scene made me so :( natalies mom when i fucking catch you

natalie liking swings when she was younger MADE ME SOB FOR SOME REASON

she was just a little girl :((

also nats mugshot had me oh lalaing the entire time

"keep going mar I'll make it two weeks!" made me lol, like ok mom

the thing they had for jackie, javi and wilderness baby :((

also that fucking screaching noise??? what the fuck was that??

natalie, van, gen, and tai having a fucking HOA meeting was hilarious bc yeah, what the hell sure

cutting to coach ben right after natalie said he's def dead was silly

COACH BEN FINDING T H E PIT??? (we're pretty sure)

i need to know rn what else dead cabin guy hid in those woods bc damn they coulda used that shit awhile ago

adult misty made me :((( the entire time

HER SEEING GHOST NAT AT THE BAR?? GOD

HER WEARING NATS JACKET??? SMELLING IT AND SLEEPING WITH IT??? GETTING NATS DRINK INSTEAD OF HER OWN??? FUCK

the scene where she just fucking breaks down in walters arms because of nat.... her saying she LOVES HER??? basically mistynat confirmation for me

i feel so bad for her

adult taivan restaurant dine and dash was so silly

except for the part where u know... the waiter fucking died???

he didn't have to be doing all of that though, no way he gets paid enough to chase after people

rip the waiter tho i guess

man with no eyes appearance!!! i honestly forgot abt him

ADULT LOTTIE MATTHEWS SILLIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD

she has done no wrong,

the scenes of her, misty, and callie were one of my favs

i haven't stopped thinking about her in that fucking panda face mask

speaking of callie, mf girlboss, i always believed in you girl

the guts thing?? iconic

out mistying misty herself?? incredible!! who knew it could be done!

ALSO THE ACTRESS WHO PLAYS CALLIE IS 30?!?! FUCKING CRAZY

adult shauna and jeff at the restaurant with those hotel guys

her calling them out for being nepo babies LMAO adult shauna ily

the bathroom scene was crazy

at first i for sure thought we were getting ghost jackie, but like a different scene from the trailer bc shauna wasn't wearing the same outfit

but then after the phone thing i knew it prob had to do with hillary swank

adult shauna funniest character in the show its true

MARI FALLING INTO THE PIT???

THAT REVEAL HAD ME GAGGED

SAME WITH BEN TIEING MARI UP I WASNT EXPECTING THAT

the whole mari and ben subplot was so silly to me

both of them hobbling away 😭

ben practically put mari on a child leash and that will never not be funny to me

the hot chocolate scene??? eerily similar to jackie's dream sequence 🤔

ben going fucking crazy in the background, god mari is screwed i fear

SHAUNAHAT CANON??

I SCREAMED WHEN THAT SCENE CAME ON

LIKE ACTUAL FR SCREAMED

THE ENTIRE TWO EPISODES LEFT MY MIND THE ONLY THING LEFT WAS THOSE FUCKING LESBIANS

I DIDN'T EXPECT SHAUNAHAT TO BE REAL

melissa kissing shauna when she had a knife to her throat was so real, girl would do anything for some lez activity

now with that knowledge i def think hillary swank is adult melissa

cause like?? the cuts between adult shauna trying to figure out who left the phone and young shauna and melissa making out??

it was def melissa who left that phone

im still kinda weary about hillary swank being adult melissa because of the scene in the trailer where she said "wow you guys are really fucking crazy" cause why would melissa say that??

it would have to be someone who wasn't there

so i think melissas sister is prob hillary swank BUT, this episode made me much more confident

plus that imdb thing said hillary swank is melissa but i think I'll have to see it first

ANYWAY I THINK THATS ALL MY THOUGHTS

IF I FORGOT SOMETHING ILL ADD ONTO IT

[pagodazz]

your post abt sexualizing the emh characters and actors was based but lets be real we all skipped the princeton tapes anyway

Im going to be so upfront rn. and don't take any offense I'm not mad or anything but I'm definitely gonna get heated HELP.

I listen to the Princeton tapes almost everyday, I revisit the transcripts often when I want easy access to the dialogue. The Princeton tapes might actually be my favorite part of the everymanHYBRID lore. It's so important to everything you need to know for the whole series and it helps explain so much, especially when it comes to vinnie as character.

the Princeton tapes have so much to offer and I think it's such a shame that this fandom chooses to ignore all the effort that the everymanHYBRID guys put into this series. The Princeton tapes has never failed to make me emotional HELP. it's beautiful shit. So I'm so sorry anon I literally cannot agree with this at all because the Princeton tapes are my absolute everything. I genuinely relate to Princeton Vinnie (& also Roger) more than I might relate to anyone on the channel. They're so real, and I wish more than anything they were more than tapes but at the same time I love it so much it's so perfect.

Also while during my most recent rewatch I've realized that in the series HABIT himself will use quote's and shit that Princeton Vinnie himself has said.

This one always sticks out to me, because it feels like habit pulled those words RIGHT out of Vinnies mouth only to in turn use them on him. Of course the Lexi video predates when the tapes came out, but canonically the tapes happened WAYYYYY before this, considering it takes place in the late 80s.

this goes with my idea that HABIT himself has probably had access to those tapes (atleast at some point) and he did he's research on Mr everyman here. but that one is just my personal opinion and I don't expect people to agree.

While people think that the Princeton tapes are daunting and take too long, they're literally shorter than emh as a whole series if ur watching the right shit.

these videos are basically the full in depth EMH lore and it has videos in it that long since been deleted.

If you're getting into everymanHYBRID and you're not getting into all the lore and then you're gonna go an act like you know everything it's genuinely so??? because you're literally missing out on KEY information.

like did you guys know habit IS in the tapes 😱😱⁉️⁉️⁉️ did you WATCH finding fairmount all the way through????

did you know Evan and Jeff are there ⁉️⁉️⁉️

ALSO ??? PATRICK FROM MLANDERSEN0?????? DUDE???? HES IN THERE. THE RAKE FUCKING TALKS TO VINNIE IN THERE.

IT HAS SO MUCH INFO. YOU LEARN WAY MORE SHIT ABOUT FAIRMOUNT AND THE MINETOWN FOUR IN IT. IM GENUINELY SO AT A LOSS RN. HELP IM TOO AUTISTIC FOR THIS ASK. BECAUSE IN NO WORLD WOULD I EVER DREAM OF SKIPPING THE TAPES.

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 10

The next morning, you’re determined. 

You already know what you’re going to say and do. You’re going to expose Blyne, probably kick over some shit on his desk and storm out of the building with your head held high.

What greeted you upon entry however was something completely different.

“Wait what?”

Your coworker was getting you up to date on what happened in the last two days that you hadn’t been into work.

“Haven’t you seen the news or checked your emails?”

You shook your head. To be honest you’d blocked out just about everything. When you pulled out your phone, you were a bit alarmed at the number of emails as well as text from coworkers and friends alike.

The message that caught your attention however was the most glaring.

CEO Jason Blyne Arrested for Extortion, Bribery and Sexual Assault.

You were stunned.

The woman just gave a weak smile.

“The PR team has been working day and night to clean up the mess. We’ve already been appointed a new CEO and all the women who were on Jason’s list are going to receive a settlement for their troubles.”

That explains the other email with all those zeros attached to what looked like a check. You couldn’t believe it, some part of you felt like you were in a dream. People seemed to be running back and forth in the room. This was probably the busiest the building had ever been.

Your supervisor moved over, giving instructions.

“Alright, everyone back to work. You too (L/N).” Jeff spoke.

For a moment you intended to, but something about his tone pissed you off, and then you remembered how many times you’d spoken with him about Jason’s words, or looks, you’d went to him multiple times, and you’re positive other women had done the same, but he didn’t do a thing.

“FUCK YOU JEFF!!”

Everyone in the room halted and Jeff turned to you in shock. You were angry, rightfully so.

“For months I told you about Jason and you didn’t do a thing! From where I stand, you’re no better than that self centered misogynistic asshole. I’d rather eat dirt than work another day at this poor excuse for an organization that couldn’t even uphold a frigging harassment policy. SCREW YOU AND JASON I QUIT!”

You held up both hands, giving him the finger and you could actually hear laughter in the background.

With a triumphant grin, you were about to walk away.

“I-I quit too!!”

“Me too!!

“So do I!!”

The string of women standing up caught you a bit off guard. The worker standing closest to you seemed just as awed, and she gave you a brief look before she smiled.

“I’m quitting too.”

She added.

You thought it would just be a few, but every woman within that department had quit. Jeff seemed frantic, but he couldn’t stop it. The lot of you left the building with proud smiles. This one action wouldn’t stop every single harassment situation, but at the very least it would make a statement.

Quitting was the most empowering thing you’d done in your life.

Two days later you applied for every position under your skill set you could find. You assumed your entourage of followers were doing the same. You felt a bit relieved when a handful of them had told you of opportunities they had found.

It was a good feeling.

As for you, well, you knew you could grab work at a diner to keep up with your rent, but you hoped to avoid spending all your days flipping burgers or serving coffee.

When you finally got a bite, you were ecstatic, maybe a bit surprised. This wasn’t like the position you had before. It was a managerial position in one of the major companies in New York.

Alchemax Industries.

The guy that owned it literally had places all over New York. He was a self made billionaire with his expertise in just about every possible profession. He had tech companies, a few hospitals, some research centers and his charity work could make a saint blush.

You couldn’t deny that you were hopeful. He might overlook you for the managerial position, but at the very least, maybe he would give you something below it.

That’s why you went into the interview with a huge smile and your credentials, ready to fight for even the lowest position in your field if possible. The secretary guided you into his office and when you stepped in, he looked up from his desk.

Miguel O’ Hara.

His face was a bit stoic and when he stood, you felt a bit intimidated, but you held your ground.

“M-Mr. O’Hara, it’s a pleasure to meet you. T-Thank you so much for even giving me the chance to interview for this position.”

He walked around his desk, and when he stood before you, his expression didn’t truly change. It looked like he was just studying you. In a strange way, his gaze, or maybe it was his mannerisms, they felt familiar.

Finally he held out his hand, and his expression looked just a tinge bit friendly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you (Y/N).”

You somewhat froze, because the second he spoke, you recognized his voice.

All of your documents fell from your hands and you just pointed at him stuttering.

“N-No way y-you’re..you’re…”

He smirked, taking a step as he placed a hand on your shoulder leaning in.

“It’s a secret, I’d like to keep it that way.”

You swallowed and he pulled away as you nodded dumbly.

“S-Sure.”

Your life was sure as hell about to get a bit more exciting.

[sweet-villain]

The First Cut Is The Deepest~ E.M

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@amberolivia666 asked:

Hi, I'm back with another angst request 🫣

Reader and Rockstar Eddie have been friends since forever. But their new relationship is fairly new( like a couple of weeks new). You're backstage after a Corroded Coffin concert. You're with all your friends and Eddie. His manager comes in saying he's sending someone backstage. She's Corroded Coffin's biggest fan. A few minutes later, "the fan" comes in, and it's a groupie Eddie used to hook up with before he got in a relationship with the reader. She goes up to Eddie and hands him a sonogram with bright red letters "congratulations you're going to be a dad".

Angst

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“You’ve been standing there for a couple of minutes, everything okay?” Jeff comes up to you from behind as he spots you taking peeks behind the curtain. Tonight was a big crowd, bigger than you have ever seen. It’s not that you were nervous but you were shocked to see so many. 

“ Yeah, I’m alright. Just look” you peeled the curtain back to let Jeff see what you were looking at and he chuckled. 

“ Not a fan of big crowds?” He patted your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “ Don’t worry, we won’t let anything get to you or let you fall.” He laughed while you punched him playfully in the chest. 

“ Are you two causing trouble?” You heard the sound of your boyfriend’s voice as he watched you and Jeff interact for a bit before he made his way over. You turned your head at the sound of his voice and happiness overflowed you at the sight of him. He has became your person and your happy place at the same time. 

The wide smile spreads across your face as you hopped your way over to your boyfriend who embraced you into his arms. The scent of cigarettes, sweat and his own scent fills you with feeling like home as your arms wrap around his waist. He glances down at you with those chocolate brown eyes that you adore. 

“ God, you two make me sick” Jeff muttered as he rolled his eyes, walking away and leaving you two alone. You can hear the shouting from behind the curtain from the fans that came to see the show. More like girls squealing that they are actually here and not dreaming they were elsewhere.

“ You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asks bringing up his hand to brush a strand behind your ear and his head tilting to the side as his eyes roam your face to make sure there wasn’t anything off about you. He found traces of nothing as he examines your face. He is silent, taking in your beauty. 

“ I’m more than okay, right here” you lean into his touch once his hand cups your face and the affection melt his heart. He loves having his hands on you wherever he can until the two of you were alone. Not like alone like this. You were bound to get interrupted by someone, it was always like that. 

His face beams as he pokes your nose. 

“ Aren’t you just adorable” this time you let out a giggle as he pokes your nose the second time. One of his favorite sounds to hear besides your laughter. You and Eddie haven’t been dating all too long and everything was still freshly new. You knew Eddie back in high school when he was the Dungeon Master to his Hellfire club, where he was your best friend and you were only just part of his sheep pack. 

One Corroded Coffin blew up after high school like Eddie had imagined, you were in for the ride too because the guys wouldn’t sign a record deal or go on tour without there best friend. There most trusted sheep of all. The one that kept it all together when they were on the road. You knew going on tour with them would have a price, that price would be developing feeling for your best friend and seeing him in a different light for the first time. 

You would watch groupie after groupie leave his dressing room, he would party and the name Eddie Munson became a name, no girl would forget. It got to the point where you chose to ignore him and focus on working backstage helping the crew set up for the shows during the tour. You had became the merchandise girl too, helping to sell whatever you could to be away from Eddie. He had taken notice your change in mood and the way you were distancing yourself from him. It hurt him and he chased you down until the other guys had enough of you playing cat and mouse, locking you in a room together to solve it. 

They also agreed to miss playing a show if it came down to you and Eddie being like this until things were back to normal. 

You had finally confessed what was bothering you to him and he had the smuggest look on his face when he found out that his most trusted sheep, his best friend and the girl he thought never would choose him, had feelings for him. Him. Out of everyone in the world. You chose to have feeling for him. 

No words were spoken as he pulled you into the deepest most shocking kiss of your life that day. When he pulled away he told you he’d chosen you from the beginning he saw you in his English class when you chose to sit down next to him. He told you he fell for you the day you stood up for him against Jason Carver chugging your school bag at him while Eddie was close to tears picking up his papers from his notebook. 

You had became everything to him that day. 

Over the years as Corroded Coffin got bigger and bigger, Eddie had grown out a slight beard. His arms were inked with tattoos, including his hands, his hair grew a bit longer too and he either put it up in a bun or let it down. He gotten his nose pierced too. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful. 

“ Your eyes are going to fall out if you keep starting at me, sweetheart” He brings you out of your thoughts with a small laugh. But his cheeks are hinted red as he caught you starting at him. He loves it when you look at him like you were giving him the world at the fingertips. 

“ You know your quite the looker, Munson” his cheeks redden some more, he taken some of his hair to shield his face becoming shy all of sudden. “ Awe look at my man being all cute” you gushed poking his side where he moved away feeling ticklish. He put his finger up as if telling you to not to do that or else. 

“ Oh? What are you going to to?” You stood there with your hands on your hips. Eddie squinted his eyes. 

“ You don’t want to go there, baby” 

“ Eddie!” Gareth shouted to get Eddie’s attention breaking the moment between the two of you. Eddie turned his head at the sound of Gareth’s voice, with an eyebrow raised he asked, “ What, Emerson?.” 

“ We need you here, a couple of fans are coming for a meet and greet before the show” Gareth tells him. Eddie sighs because he doesn’t want to leave you. But he has to, for his job. His lips grow in a thin smile when he looks down at you. 

“ Go” you chuckled watching as his pout comes out and his brown doe eyes are pleading. He’s telling you that he doesn’t want to go and leave you. 

“ Munson, you better get there before I turn this show around and cancel it” the sound of his manger’s voice comes from the side as they walk up. You step back, frowning. You don’t partially like the bands manager. Eddie grumbled underneath his breath and leaned down kissing your cheek. You can tell how annoyed he is. 

“ I’ll be okay” you mouthed to him. He nods as he takes one look at the manager and walks away hoping that their manager wouldn’t give you a hard time. Their manager looks down at you and gives you a look over, chewing gum in their mouth and scoffs at the sight of you. 

You were glad they didn’t say anything.

You walked across to see if there was anything you could do to help out for the show when you hear the sound of a girls voice. You looked at the glimpse of the meet and greet seeing a woman near your boyfriend batting her eyelashes at him as he signs her arm, she is saying something to him while Eddie mumbles. You can see the force smile because she is making him uncomfortable by wrapping her arms around him all of sudden and looking up at him, in his space. Eddie looks up in time to meet your gaze and you sent him a small wave which he returns. 

All head turns to look at you and you quickly walk away, not wanting to disturb the meet and greet as it is happening. 

“ Who was that?” Someone asks Eddie. Eddie doesn’t answer the question because the two of you haven’t really talked about letting the world know that Eddie Munson was off the market and he didn’t want the paparazzi to give you attention. The relationship between the two you were still new and he didn’t want to overwhelm you with all of this.

You were already part of it and he didn’t want to push it more. 

Instead of answering, Eddie had turned to glance down at the girl telling her to take a selfie with him which she happily nodded her head and taking out her phone, beaming with happiness and begins to tell Eddie how his music brought her happiness. But all Eddie’s head could wrap around was to make sure you were okay. You had tun off to quickly. 

You had just finish setting up Eddie’s guitar when he makes his way over to you, he had two water bottles in his hands. One for you and one for him. You were to busy humming one of Eddie’s songs that he has written about you, it was new when he made his way over to you. 

“ You’re always humming that” he says, handing you a water bottle. He uncaps it for you too. You don’t know why he does that but you don’t mind. You take little sips of your water and shrug to what he just said about you humming.

“ It’s a catchy tune and it was written for me” Eddie downs his water bottle in one go which doesn’t suspires you anymore as it used. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and tosses the empty water bottle at the crew member who happened to walk by. The crew member barely catches it in his hands as he sends a look at Eddie. 

“ Are you going to watch from backstage or are you going to get into the crowd?” Your nose scrunched up at the thought of getting into a crowd where girls would scream for your boyfriend and reach out with their hand in hopes he would touch them or even glance their way. You’ve seen too many times where girls were crying over your boyfriend by one simple touch of his hand onto theirs. You had seen it all. You had seen them throw bra’s onto the stage and panties too. 

You had seen it all. 

“ I’d take it you’ll watch from backstage” you nodded your head.

“ Those fans of yours will tear me apart if I’m in there” 

“ I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, sweetheart” Eddie says. “ I’d jump in to save you.” 

“ They will tear you apart too. I mean, have you seen your fans?” Eddie nods, rubbing the back of his beck as he looks towards the closed curtains hearing the crowd. He knows how his fans get and that’s one of the reason that he hasn’t spoken out to the world about your relationship with him. 

“ Five minutes” A sound tech guy interrupts between the two of you. He shoots you an apologetic look taking that he jumped into the middle of a conversation and walks away. “ I’ll see you later” you smiled, turning around but Eddie grasps your wrist in his hand and turns you around. 

“ How about a good luck kiss?” He smirks and puckers his lips, leaning down to have you meet his lips. You chuckled, shaking your head and met his lips for a quick peck and rushed off to the side of the stage. Eddie pulled away with a pout shouting, “ That wasn’t enough!”

“ You two are gross” Gareth says as he walks on stage with Jeff and the other one. Eddie shrugs off his leather jacket and rushes towards you to wrap his jacket around your shoulders. 

“ Keep it safe for me” He winks as he’s rushing back just as the curtains open. Screams are louder than ever and you swore you needed another ear after hearing how loud they gotten. A smile grows on your face hearing Eddie greet his fans, introduce each member as if the fans didn’t know who they were and introduce himself too.

When the first song started, your eyes roam over your boyfriend seeing how he looked really good tonight. His ass looked so good in those pants he was wearing tonight. His arms looked good. The sound his voice as he started to sing melts you because you get to hear it almost every night as he sings to you. You were completely in love with him. 

You were so proud of him and you knew that Wayne was too. You were so excited to see him in a few weeks when Corroded Coffin was going to go back to have a show there. Dustin was on the ball of his feet when he heard that you, Eddie and the rest were coming back for a show and to visit. He was on the phone with you when you told him, he screamed on top of his lungs that you were sure scared whoever he was around at the time. You knew because you heard the sound of Steve Harrington’s voice on the other line too shouting at Dustin to be quiet. 

You tore your eyes away from Eddie to where he happened to leaned down, over a couple of girls whom already were tying to touch him and beg him to touch their hand and look at them. He reached out with his hand to one girl and held her hand as he sang, she screamed at her friend that she was dreaming and he wasn’t real. Eddie released her and her friend almost grabbed his leg to bring him down when a security guard happened to pull him away from it. 

The best part about it was Eddie turned his head to see your action during that moment. You rolled your eyes seeing he only did that to get a reaction out of you. You stuck out your tongue at him while he was singing into the microphone. He had to pull away for a moment to laugh. No one has caught that but you. He continued to sing as he shook his head walking to the other side of the stage. 

“ You two need to get laid” you heard Jeff as he walked over to you when you handed him water. It was only three songs in when you took notice Eddie standing on an amp. You were about to walk on stage, growing worry that he might throw himself off of there to the crowd or do something stupid. 

A hand placed on your shoulder and pulled you back. 

“ Down, girl” His manager says. “ Let him be” He adds. You wanted to rip yourself away from his hold but held your tongue knowing if you did then you’d say some words and you weren’t about to ruin a show. It was like Eddie had sensed you were worried about him and turns his head to glance at seeing the uncomfortable position you were in, he hopped off the amp and walked across the stage.  

He stood by Jeff, giving you glancing to check on if you were okay. You reassured him with a nod and glanced over to the crowd. They were singing with Eddie and before you knew it, you were too pouting the words with him. During the next couple of songs, you would laugh at Eddie while he banged his head while he was playing his guitar solos and laugh at how he was goofing off with Jeff as the two rocked out. You loved these boys. 

You were ready for them when they finished the show, coming your way one by one and handing them a towel and water bottle as their hair stuck to their faces and beats of sweat poured down. Arms wrapped around you and picked you up, swinging you around. You squealed holding onto Eddie’s shoulder with your hands while he gazed up at you when he swung you around. He sets you down and pulls you into a sweaty kiss which you return. 

“ Get a room” the other one said having Eddie pull away, shooting him a middle finger. Eddie takes the towel from you and wipes his face and leans down to have his hair all over his face as he opens the water bottle and pours it over his head. He smiles widely feeling the coolness of the cold water run down his face. It was soothing. 

“Now who’s cleaning that up” you mumble seeing the water on the ground and there was a small puddle. “Someone might slip and fall” you added. Eddie looks apologetic but he shrugs. 

“ Not me” he says. 

“ Not me either” Gareth says. 

“ Not me” Jeff says. “ Not me” the other one says. One of the crew members grumbled as they walked over looking disapprovingly at the puddle and looks up at Eddie who puts his hands up. 

“ Sorry, man” he says. The crew member rolls his eyes as he begins to clean it up while Eddie puts his arm around your shoulder and bringing you to his side. 

“ Eddie!” You squealed feeling your face get wet. “ I’m all wet.” 

“ That’s what she said” Eddie says. You playfully push him as he laugh.

“ Hey, Eddie” you roll your eyes at the sound of his managers voice. Eddie’s laugh stops as he turns his attention to his manager, sighing waiting to hear what they wanted from him. 

“ I’m going to bring someone backstage, she’s really a big fan of you guys and she has some news” he says. The rest of the Corroded Coffin members look at him not really surprised. Sometimes he brought the strangest fans backstage, and sometimes they were sweet and kind. But with their manager, they never knew. 

“ Okay” Eddie nods as he shrugs off his shirt off that was drenched in water and sweat and he shakes his head like he’s a dog. 

“ Eddie!” The guys and you shout, as he continues to shake his head. He laughs because he knows what he’s doing. 

“ Hi Eddie” the sound of a girls name makes his pause as he turns his head at the sound of her voice. She’s standing there with her chest barely hanging out, she is in shorts and her hair is curled and her make up is done. You know exactly who she is. She used to be one of Eddie’s groupies that would come and go a lot. Your lips thrown in a thin line at the sight of her. You don’t remember her name and you never really interacted with her. 

“ Hi?” Eddie says, his eyebrows pinched together as he was trying to figure out where he has seen her. She looks familiar to him but he can’t put two and two together. His minds is drawing a blank. 

In her hands she has sign on what you can tell. She nervously glances down at him like it was going to eat her alive or something. She looks nervously around to each members, lingering on Eddie and then her eyes fallen on you. She glances at your shoulder seeing Eddie’s jacket there. A look of jealousy crosses her face as she torn her eyes away from you and back to Eddie. 

“ My manager said you had something to tell me” Eddie says as he puts the towel around his neck and turns his attention to her. There was silence in the room that a pin could be heard if it was dropped. 

She sighs and walks over to him, and hands the sign to him. Eddie glances down at the sign in his hands and at first he’s confused on what it says because it couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be. His heart raced at the thought of seeing your reaction to this. 

“ I don’t believe you” Eddie says as he hands her back to the sign. She sighs as she pulls out picture of what looks like a sonogram and you swore your felt your heart crash to your stomach. You know what it is. You had seen it before. 

“ Here” she says handing it to him. His eyes widen at the words. 

“ "congratulations you're going to be a dad.” He felt like everything in him has been ripped apart and he was sharing it with someone else. It was like his body wasn’t in his own body and was staring at the sonogram from his other view, in shock. His mouth felt dry and words weren’t forming. 

“ No” he shakes his head as he hands it back to her, “ no” he says it again. “ It’s not mine” he adds. “ It can’t be” he continues. “ I’m not” he shakes his head again. You on the other head felt like the wind had knocked into you and you couldn’t even form what you were felling right now. 

Tears weld up in your eyes and your hands shook. His jacket on your shoulders drops down to the ground and your knees buckle below you as you crash to the ground. Eddie’s shoulder hunch up and he feels goosebumps crawling up his spine and his body is shaking. He is afraid to turn around and to see your reaction. 

The girls looks over to you to see your on the ground with tears in your eyes. Her eyes light up in realization. 

“ Oh, you aren’t single��� she says. Eddie closes his eyes as he slowly turns around to see if you had run off or not. When he opens his eyes your back is to him and your making your way to the other side of the stage where he shouts your name. He pushes past the other crew members who are clearing the stage and packing things up. 

“ Y/N!” He shouts your name, but it feels really far from where he is shouting even though he’s across the stage and running to catch up to you. But tears are running down your cheeks as you hurried to the bus. You were going to pack your bags and head back home. You were disgusted by him. You were done with this and him. 

He ran in front of you, blocking your path from going further. 

“ Move” you spatted. He shook his head as he puts his hands up. 

“ Baby” he starts to say but your laughing. 

“ I’m not your baby” you spatted. You were about to go around him to continue your way to the bus. It was not that far from the walking distance now. You were going to go, pack your bag and go back home. 

“ Baby, I don’t even know her and I don’t want this baby with her. I want it with you!” He shouts after as he runs to catch up with you. “ I don’t want it. I want you.” 

“ You can do whatever you want, Munson” you mumbled opening the bus door but Eddie closed them back up as he put his back to the door. 

“ Please, don’t leave me” tears are running down his cheeks. “ Please” he begs as he slide down the door and falls to his knees where he wraps his arms around your waist and looks up at you with tears running like water falls mixed with snot. You look away from him hurt. 

“ Please, I love you” he adds. “ I’ve always loved you. I always choose you. Please choose me. Please..” He continues through his sobs. “ Baby..” He continues to beg. 

“ Let me go, Eddie” he shakes his head as he continues to hold on. “ Baby, please. No.” 

You reached down to remove his hands from around your waist, pushing with all your strength. You didn’t want his touch on you or be around him. 

“ She means nothing to me, I don’t want her.” He tries. 

“ I need to go home” you tell him. His eyes widen as he shakes his head. 

“ What about us? What about me?” He asks as he stands up. “ I’ve made a mistake, please don’t do this to me. To us.” 

“ You’ll always have your groupies to go back to, Munson.” 

“ They don’t mean anything! I don’t want them. I want you! I want us!” 

“ I wanted us too” you tell him. “ I really wanted us. Maybe she’ll be a better girlfriend to you, after all she’s having your baby.” 

“ I don’t love her” he says. “ I love you” he adds. 

You don’t respond to his word and looks over to the venue. 

“ I love you” he says it again like it was suppose to mean something now. 

“ I love you” he says it again as he takes a step forward. You turn your head in time as he does. 

“ I need time to think about this, I’m going to go home. Finish the rest of the tour and then maybe we can talk” you tell him. “ I don’t want to see you right now.”

Your hand reaches up to the bus when his hand falls on yours. 

“ Do you think you’ll forgive me and we will have another chance?” 

“ I don’t know” 

[88-special]

Masterclass in Denial

Jeff Winger x Reader (Female pronouns)

Part 1 of 5

The 4 times you and Jeff denied your feelings for each other and the 1 time you didn't.

They were arguing again. They were always arguing. For a group of people who choose to spend all their time together they didn't seem to like each other very much. Y/n questioned her sanity, they all drove her crazy as well, but she too still chose to show up at every study group session. Maybe misery does love company, she smirked to herself.

"I just don't think it's fair!" Annie protested, "I go to every lecture, do my homework, take notes and then every time there's a test you all expect me to help you guys!" She ended her spiel with her arms crossed and a firm nod.

There was a chorus of objections, whines, and pleas from the group. Y/n mumbled about how she also has been at every class and has taken notes right alongside Annie. They quickly fell quiet when Jeff slammed his hands down on the table, starting another one of his famous pep talks. They went through this same song as dance every week it seemed. Y/n looked around the table, Annie was still pouting, but listening intently as Jeff spoke. Shirley sat alert, with her hands folded in front of her, nodding along glancing at Annie to see if the words were having their desired effect. Pierce was slouched back in his chair, head hung low - a snore escaped his open mouth, no one bothered to wake him, it was for the better. Troy and Abed were having some sort of silent conversation with a tremendous amount of eyebrow and shoulder wiggling. Britta was a near mirror image of Shirley, adding in a 'yeah' of support when appropriate.

"...In conclusion, America!"Jeff finished his monologue, plopping into his chair, arms spread wide, and a grin plastered on his face.

Annie dropped her shoulders, and sighing in defeat she pulled out her binder and began passing out individual copies of her notes. Y/n snatched her copy, eager to finally get studying and end the bickering. 

"So the test is supposed to cover chapters twelve through fourteen, I think we should quiz each other on vocab, and then-"

"VOCAB?!" Pierce cut in, irritable over the disruption of his nap. "As in vocabulary? We all already know words! How else would we be having this conversation?!"

"Pierce, you know that's not what-"

"Listen, I do know words, but what about-"

"What are these extra pages? Did we have homework?!-"

Annie, Troy, and Britta all began talking at once. Annie quickly shifted to chastise Britta. Pierce and Shirley launched into their third argument of the day. Troy and Abed pulled a magic eight ball seemingly out of thin air, to ask it if they were going to pass the test. Y/n gaped in horror before turning to Jeff who was oblivious, leaning back in his chair tapping away on his phone.

"Jeff, please do something!"

"They'll tire themselves out eventually." He shrugged without looking up.

Two hours later Y/n walked out of the library worried she was less prepared for the test than she had been this morning.

"Y/n!" Jeff called as she hurried down the steps. "Wait up!"

Y/n sighed and slowed her pace. Jeff jogged up to her, puffing out his chest as he discreetly tried to slow his breathing, ever concerned of his image.

"I think we've earned ourselves a drink over at Tavern 32."

'This must be hell, I died and this is my penance, to be stuck in an endless loop of crazy. Maybe Greendale was actually purgatory.' Y/n thought to herself. The whole reason they are all here is to finish school, get whatever degree needed, and move on with their lives, hopefully never thinking of this fever dream of a school ever again. Well, maybe not Jeff, he seemed to see the campus as his own personal dating app. Y/n resumed her gate.

"How do you figure? We didn't even open the book! Now I'm going to have to spend the rest of my night studying at home." 

"Cool, cool, I'll just grab some drinks from the store and we can have our own private study sesh at your place" Dear god, that grin, how many women has he fooled with that grin alone?

" 'No' is a full sentence Jeff. Have a good night." Y/n continued to her car and sped off without a second glance.

He just couldn't win with her, none of his usual charms worked. Even Britta has succumbed a couple times, but Y/n was immune. He tried to shake off the rejection and headed home. Telling himself the only reason it bothered him was because he hadn't won her over yet. Once she gave in, he'd lose interest, just like he always did. It was just a game. It wasn't guilt he felt earlier when she looked at him disapprovingly for not stepping in on the groups arguing. It wasn't his heart speeding up when her hand brushed his at the study table. It's just a game, give him his prize and then on to the next one. Jeff smacked the steering wheel and jerked left into the parking lot of the same bar he was trying to take Y/n to earlier. He doesn't need Y/n, he doesn't need anyone. He's Jeff fucking Winger.

The next morning Jeff sat slumped in his chair. Sunglasses on, clutching his third espresso like a lifeline. Y/n took her usual seat next to him, slamming her notebook on the table, relishing in the groan that emitted from her hungover classmate.

"Studied too hard last night?" She mused. 

Jeff lifted his head to reply. He swore she couldn't be more perfect, but here she was, light streaming from the window behind her, setting her aglow, that huge ugly sweater swallowing her whole, and her unbrushed hair sticking out in every direction. She was holding out a breakfast sandwich to him. Jeff lifted his sunglasses with a questioning look.

"Sausage, egg, and cheese, best hangover cure there is." She beamed at him.

"How did you - "

"Good morning class, clear off your desks, you have forty-five minutes to complete..."

Y/n shifted her attention to their professor. Jeff dug into the sandwich, the grease immediately working its magic. As he ate, he snuck glances at the girl next to him. He needed to stop chasing her, she was way too good for him.

Part 2

[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Thirty•Two|

•|Masterlist|•

(M/n) was sure he didn't sleep nearly enough that night. He kept having dreams that prevented that, images that faded from his mind within seconds after realizing he was dreaming, he had no idea what these things he was seeing in his sleep were, but they didn't leave him rest for longer than an hour each time.

Even so, Gally refused to leave, and had been there with him, holding him close and talking to him, making sure (M/n) would calm down before going to sleep himself. He didn't care if he got no sleep that night, (M/n) didn't either, and Gally would never blame him for something he couldn't control.

Like that, morning soon came around.

When his eyes opened, he groaned, feeling extremely tired and exhausted, but at least Gally was there, his eyes opening as well. He felt (M/n) moving in his arms and he woke up, worried his night terror were still tormenting his mind, but he saw his (e/c) eyes open, squinting and frowning. There wasn't any sunlight coming directly through, so Gally guessed he was just still sleepy and tired, he felt the same.

"I would ask how you slept but..." He began saying, slowly sitting up on the bed, careful to not hurt (M/n) as he did, "I know we had a horrible night."

(M/n) nodded and showed him an apologetic smile, "Sorry I... Kept you awake," Gally chuckled and moved (M/n)'s hair away from his face.

"It wasn't your fault, bean," they stayed silent for a moment, and both of them glanced at the door when they heard it opening.

Clint and Jeff walked in, "Good morning, guys, we have to check up on the patient," (M/n) let out a breath through his nose, in a way that sounded like a quiet laugh, and Gally stood up from the bed, heading to the couch.

"Try not to move, alright?" He nodded at Clint's instruction, and Jeff undid the knot of the makeshift sling keeping his arm still, "Okay, can you stretch your arm?" (M/n) took a deep breath and slowly but surely, began to stretch his arm, "Good, let it relax. Jeff," without a word, the Med-jack began to undo the top buttons of the shirt he was wearing, letting the fabric drop to his elbows so they could change the bandages and gauze while assessing his wound.

While Clint cleaned some dry blood around the stitches, Jeff checked the state of his leg. The hole made by the Griever's sting had closed and it was drying, healing on its own, and the veins around were fading, albeit slowly. This time around, Clint covered this shoulder with the gauze and tape, it was healing nicely so the bandage wasn't necessarily needed for now.

"You might be limping for a few days, but your leg should be better by tomorrow or the day after, and it'll take like a week for the stitches to come off, (M/n)," he nodded in understatement at Jeff's words, remaining silent for the most part.

(M/n) watched them as they threw everything they used away, "Clint," both Medjacks looked at him, one more attentively than the other, "Can I go outside?"

The Keeper smiled at him, "If you can walk, then sure, (M/n), just don't push yourself." He chuckled in response and hissed in pain soon after, Jeff handed him a painkiller and some water for him to drink, which he took and nodded as a thank you before silently watching the Medjacks leaving the room.

(M/n) swallowed the pill he was given and looked at Gally, who had been sitting on the couch in total silence. He glanced away the moment his green eyes locked onto (M/n)'s, a little nervous about being caught staring.

"Gally, could you help me?" For one reason or another, neither Clint nor Jeff had bothered fixing his shirt, so he was left exposed to any prying eye that were to walk in, and the last thing he wanted was for someone to walk in. Gally looked back at (M/n), who motioned toward himself, pointing at the unbuttoned shirt he was left with.

The sight made Gally feel even more nervous and flustered, maybe he was staring, but he wasn't looking there to begin with, he hadn't realized until now. Despite the heat he felt within his body, he nodded and stood up from his spot.

(M/n) did the same as he watched Gally taking the few steps that separated them until they were face to face. As Gally reached for the buttons, (M/n) noticed how much his hands were shaking. A subtle frown appeared on his brow, slightly covered by his hair falling on his forehead, one that faded once he stared up and saw how red Gally's face was.

His eyes didn't know where to look and he kept swiftly licking his lips and nibbling on them, sometimes even pressing them together. (M/n) had noticed his shifty behaviour, but this was different. He thought Gally was just embarrassed to watch him with his sports bra exposed but... Maybe it was something else? Perhaps it was because (M/n) was wearing his clothes?

"D-done," Gally cleared his throat to hide his stutter, but (M/n) heard it, and that snapped him back to reality, he had been so distracted by how cute Gally looked with that blush on his face, and the stutter only made (M/n)'s lips pull up in the smallest mischievous smirk.

With the shirt buttoned up, Gally grabbed the makeshift sling and helped (M/n) support his injured arm on it, and well, he had to say something to Gally.

"Honestly..." Gally stared into his eyes when he spoke, feeling his breath hitch and heart beating faster when he saw (M/n) leaning closer to his face, "You're the cutest when you're all flustered and red, Gally."

And like that, he stood up from the bed, limped past the blond and headed out of the room leaving Gally all by himself, a wide smirk on his face as he made his way to the dining area.

Fry was happy to see (M/n), everyone in the Glade was aware of him being awake and recovering but not everyone was allowed to see him because he needed rest, that and the rest of the guys had work to do, of course, no one dared question Gally about it.

"Hey, it's so nice to see you're doing good, greenbean," Fry had a wide smile on his face, and (M/n) saw the slightest hint of his dark eyes getting glossy with tears, "Here, you gotta eat a lot to get better quicker, right?" (M/n) grabbed the tray and managed to keep it supported against his body, balancing the plate and glass of water to prevent everything from falling, "You better eat it all~!"

(M/n) chuckled and nodded as he turned around, "I will, Fry!"

The moment he made his appearance, everything got quiet, every pair of eyes on him. It felt like hours went by with how intense their staring was, but only a second had passed before they cheered his name. (M/n) unintentionally stared at the Sloppers' table, but realized Chuck and Ty weren't there, they were sitting with the Track-hoes, which he was thankful for, but he got to see how fucked up Stan's face continued to look.

And in fact, Peter didn't have any injuries on him, he had a busted lip but it was pretty much healed by now, and he was relieved, at least nothing serious had actually happened to him that day...

"(M/n)! Welcome back!" The Builders cheered him on and beckoned him to sit with them, he chuckled and walked toward the empty stop next to Mikah.

"Hey, guys," despite the smiles they had on their faces, (M/n) saw how their eyes were glossy, just like Fry's were when they talked, "I've missed you too, shanks," at that, everyone's first instinct would've been shake him around and playfully push him around, but they held back from doing so.

"Never do that again, made us get worried," Doug mumbled with a pout, and (M/n) felt bad about putting his friends through that, but there were sounds of fake disgust going around the table.

"Don't do that, you don't look cute at all, D," Alec muttered before drinking some of his water, and grunts of agreement were heard soon after.

(M/n) watched Doug cross his arms and frown, "You guys are mean." He chuckled and reached to grab his spoon, but it disappeared from his tray, taken away by a foreign hand.

Before he could look behind him to see who it was, he was sitting next to him. "Let me help you," Gally picked up some food off of (M/n)'s plate and lifted the spoon to his mouth.

(M/n) stared at him for a few seconds while Gally simply waited for him to open his mouth, "I can... Feed myself, you know that, right?" All Gally did was nod a few times, refusing to lower his hand, "You don't have to-."

"I want to, now eat," with a heavy sigh, (M/n) let himself be fed, and honestly, he didn't mind it after a while, if Gally wanted something he was gonna get it, he was that stubborn.

But hey, at least, Fry's meat stew tasted pretty good.

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To no one's surprise, Gally prohibited (M/n) from doing any kind of work around the Glade, which he understood and highly doubted he could do any kind of lifting with the state of his shoulder and whole arm, so he stayed on the swing for the whole morning and afternoon. Even tho he couldn't work, it didn't mean he wasn't hyping the others while they worked.

He spoke with them while Gally remained at least two feet away from him, standing guard with his arms crossed and a deep frown on his brow, he refused to leave (M/n) alone, and again, he didn't refuse. He actually reached his hand out to Gally so he would stand closer, locking their pinkies together and feeling themselves relaxing at being in the other's company.

And now, a while after lunch was over, nearing the late evening, footsteps were heard coming from their side, and they saw Chuck running toward them, a wide smile on his flushed face. "(M/n)! I'm done!"

He stopped in front of them and excitedly extended his arms out, palms open and facing up, each one with the wood carving he had been working on. (M/n) noticed small cuts here and there on Chuck's fingers, but his attention fell on the crescent moon and sun-shaped sculptures he had made.

"I'm guessing only one is mine?" His voice had a playful tone as he asked, and Chuck snickered at that.

"Yes, this one is yours," (M/n) took the moon as it was handed to him, and he held it in his hand, he could tell it had been sanded when he held it, and a small smile showed up on his face as he looked at it, "And this one is Gally's."

(M/n) noticed the surprised expression on his face, so he guessed Gally had no idea he was gonna get something from Chuck, but he held the sun with a confused expression on his face. Something about him getting the sun was weird, but he was still happy about receiving one.

"And this one is mine," Chuck showed them the star carving he had turned into a bracelet. It was a hollowed star so making it a bracelet was pretty easy. "We're... Like a little family now..." His voice got quiet as he looked down, embarrassed while fidgeting in place.

With a growing smile on his face, (M/n) leaned closer and hugged Chuck with his good arm, caressing his curls gently, "I love it, Chuck, thank you," a giggle escaped past Chuck's lips, accepting the hug happily before taking a step back, looking at Gally, who had remained next to them, with a smile on his face.

"Gally helped me make them," (M/n) looked up at him, watching how he let out a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his head.

"You wanted to make something for (M/n)... Of course I had to help you, buddy," Chuck groaned as Gally ruffled his curly hair, and (M/n) smiled fondly at them. He could vividly remember his first day around, when Gally gave him the tour around the Glade.

Somehow, the Keeper of Builders, who had been one of the most reluctant about his presence around, became the first to accept him the way he was, never once judged him and tolerated him enough to become the best friends they are today. (M/n) almost couldn't believe it, but there had always been something about Gally that made him more likeable and friendly in his eyes.

"Gally," the blond turned around at the call of his name, and saw Alby standing nearby, "Come on, we're having a Keeper Gathering," he sighed and kept the wood carving in his pocket, taking a step to follow the Leader, "(M/n)'s coming too."

He blinked confused and looked at Gally, who seemed like he knew why (M/n) was needed at the Gathering. "Let's go," Gally helped him stand up from the swing and made sure to support (M/n)'s weight on him.

(M/n) almost laughed at how hesitant Gally was about putting his hand around his waist or hip to help him, so he felt Gally's hand resting on his back. He, however, did wrap his good arm around Gally's middle, with the excuse of his limping leg, and to see the subtle pink blush he tried so hard to hide.

They followed Alby inside the Homestead and to the room at the back, they were silent the whole way there.

Opening the door, Alby walked in first and waited for Gally and (M/n) to walk in as well. The moment he entered the room and the door closed behind them, (M/n) saw all the Keepers already there, waiting on their seats for the Gathering to start, and on the opposite end of Alby's chair, were the Sloppers -or at least those who he assumed were involved in the whole Peter incident- and accompanied by the twins. They were kneeling on the ground, their hands behind their back, and even if (M/n) couldn't see it, he assumed they were tied.

Gally took (M/n) to the only two empty chairs and sat together.

"(M/n) is the only one that doesn't know what happened with details, so let me explain once again..." Alby looked at (M/n), and with a deep breath, began to explain what exactly had happened last Box day. He blinked and looked down for a few seconds while he listened to Alby's voice, hearing the other side of the story. There was a heavy silence when he finished, but he directed his sight at the Keepers before speaking again, "Now, we have to make a decision."

A hesitant hand raised in the room before anyone could start speaking their mind about the situation, and Alby permitted Billy to talk. "I think... (M/n) should be the one deciding, right? He's the victim here, after all..." He muttered rather quietly.

"We..." (M/n) leaned closer when Gally began to whisper to him, "We didn't want to give you that responsibility and put pressure on your decision, bean," he looked at Gally and smiled.

"I'm okay with that, Gally." Alby nodded to himself at Billy's words, and directed the attention to the rest.

"What does everyone think?" They silently agreed, if anyone had the right to decide what faith their antagonizers should have, was (M/n).

Will they be put in the Slammer? Or will they be Banished?

Everyone waited in silence for (M/n) to pick their punishment, and for once, the culprits were scared of the emotionless stare (M/n) had in his eyes. Had they really fucked him up so badly?

He took a deep breath and stared deeply into Stan's eyes, "I want us to be friends."

Confused glances were exchanged with the Keepers, staring at (M/n) as if he had grown a second head, they couldn't believe what he said, and they thought they might have heard him wrong. Even the guys on their "trial" were surprised by his decision.

"Bean, do you realize what you're saying?" Even if he had said to himself he would be okay with anything (M/n) decided, Gally was unsure if he could be alright with this decision of his.

"Yes, Gally, don't worry," with that, (M/n) stood up and took a step to stand directly in front of Stan, every pair of eyes staring up at him. "I don't know what I did, or didn't do, to make all of you hate me, but... This has to stop," with the room consumed by the silence, a few of the Sloppers looked down, ashamed, "We only have each other. We're not rivals. We're not enemies here. The real enemy..." He lifted his arm, pointing in the direction of the Maze, "Is out there, in the Maze and beyond. So... Let's just try to get along."

The Keepers felt admiration for (M/n), watching him stand his ground and defend himself without using violence. Gally felt a proud smile growing on his face, crossing his arms as he watched (M/n) attentively.

"So... You don't hate us? Even after everything we did?" (M/n) frowned at Stan's words, who couldn't hold eye contact with him.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't like you shanks one bit," his jaw clenched, observing every guy kneeling in front of him, "But, we're stuck here together for who knows how much longer, and I don't think lashing at each other's throat is the ideal behaviour, alright?" The Sloppers exchanged glances with each other in complete silence.

But it was soon broken, "You shanks should be thanking him right now, he's giving you a second chance instead of a punishment for what you did," (M/n) turned around to look at Newt, he had a frown on his face and he could see his jaw clenched.

"Newt..." He mumbled to himself, catching the blond's attention. Newt glanced at him for an instant before looking back at the Sloppers.

"You have to pick, guys," Alby caught their attention again, "You do what (M/n) said, or... I'm afraid you all will be Banished."

Quietness filled the room yet again, they were seriously thinking about what to do, until Stan reluctantly nodded, "We'll try to be friends, no more... Stupid things, or slinthead behaviour."

"Yeah... Apologize," (M/n) glanced to his side, staring at Gally. They really didn't understand the concept of 'one step at a time', did they?

"Gally-"

"We're sorry," all eyes fell on Jason as he spoke, and they watched how Peter elbowed him, "She- he's the only reason we're still alive... It's the least we owe him."

A few Sloppers nodded, agreeing to Jason's words, and quiet 'I'm sorry's followed right after. (M/n) looked at them, and let out a deep sigh, he really, really hoped they would keep their word.

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"You'll be staying here until your shoulder heals, (M/n)," he nodded at Alby's order, he couldn't deny him not only because he was the Leader, but because he was right, climbing the ladder to his room would be, in the least, a hard task. So staying in the med room was the only option he had for the time being.

After dinner, he was peacefully heading to his temporary room -it reminded him how it used to be months back-, and while getting ready to lie down, he saw Gally walking in, a pillow and sheet in his hand.

He stared at Gally as he turned the couch into a makeshift bed and he frowned. (M/n) knew how uncomfortable that couch was, it wasn't made to sleep on so he didn't want Gally sleeping there.

"Gally go to your room," the blond looked at him, raised eyebrows and a smirk on his face.

"I'm not leaving you alone, (M/n), your nightmares haven't stopped yet," he sighed and closed his eyes to prevent them from rolling into the back of his head.

"I'll be fine," Gally crossed his arms and maintained eye contact. He knew better than to believe (M/n)'s words, after all, he was the only one who could calm him down and ease the reaction those nightmares caused to (M/n)'s unconscious mind, always there to help him feel grounded before ever getting to waking up abruptly.

And (M/n) knew that damn well, maybe he wasn't awake and aware of his surroundings, but the images he would see in his dreams would change to something nicer just because he could hear the rumbly sound of Gally's voice and feel his touch.

"Fine..." He sighed in defeat and covered his legs with the bed sheet, "Good night, big guy."

Gally nodded with a smile and turned the lamp off, "Sleep well, bean," and he got on the couch, managing to find a somehow comfortable spot to sleep on.

[pomegrantemoths88]

Ch.5 Repatching (Till We're Safe: AU The Maze Runner, Gally x FemReader)

“I have to say, I’m very disappointed in you. If I'd known this silly situation of yours would have affected your work, I would’ve-*sigh*.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it'd be this difficult.”

“I believe you.”

I woke up in the middle of the night, barely being able to hold on to whatever fleeting conversation that was. Was it a memory? It was the voice of another woman. But as quickly as it came, it quickly left, leaving me in tears. 

Just as I realized daylight was pouring in, I heard the screeching gateways of the maze open. The dream would have to wait another time, I didn’t want to process whatever fleeting memory that might’ve been, it was entirely too painful to think about.

Breakfast was fine and went by with no trouble, then I got the news broken to me by Alby. Apparently I’d start med-jack work a day earlier than expected. All on Gally’s recommendation. 

I started my day with Clint and Jeff, we went around the Glade and set up supplies and repatching Gladers up, tending to some colds and alleviating allergies, which provided a nice distraction, for a while anyway. 

I realized I couldn’t help but feel upset, why the hell didn’t he let stay with them another day. Is a day with me too insufferable? Did I do anything wrong? If it was my lack of work, it wouldn’t have been my fault anyway, the prick shank didn’t let me work. And why the hell was I getting upset over this? It’s not like I wasn’t excited to do med-jack work.

While I wrestled with my thoughts, we headed to the Builders. I could hear my biggest source of stress mouthing off already. Something about how they needed to be more careful with handling the support beams amongst other things, who even cared. How the guys haven’t told him off already blew me, if it was me I’d hav-

“Hey Clint, we’re all good today.” 

“Hey Gally, my legs kinda shucked up.”

“You’ll live.”

“I can take a quick look at it.”

“Since when are you quick?”

“You know what you are? You’re difficult. You are a very difficult man. Difficult to work with, difficult to talk too-”

“And anybody could say the same about you princess.���

“Stop calling me princess, was being difficult the reason I’m not working with the builders for this last day?”

“You slowed us down yesterday.”

A quiet “not true” chimed from a crowd of builders taking a small water break, and Gally shot them a look.

“Will both of you just shut up and kiss already, shucking hell it’s painful to watch!”

Jeff's irritated statement started an uproar of laughs, gasps and two very embarrassed, bright red faces facing his direction. I quickly finished up the builder I was helping and we left swiftly, and I couldn’t help but smile at Gally telling them to shut up in the distance. 

After everyone ate dinner and decided to use downtime to relax, I realized I forgot to put some things away in the med-jack room. I walked in to see Gally struggling to repatch his hand wound from my second day. And I couldn’t help but notice he had some new cuts on his hands too.

“Why didn’t you say anything about the cuts earlier?”

He was startled not realizing I was in there.

“Fuck, don’t sneak up like that.”

“You need help.”

“I’m doing fine, just go relax, it's after hours, what are you even doing here?”

“First of all you’re in MY area and I came because I forgot to put some things away. Just let me redo it.”

Finally admitting defeat, he sat on one of the chairs and held out his hand. As I started cleaning his wounds, I noticed the many smaller scars he had littered all over his hands. I turned around to reach the aloe and he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry about Jeff earlier.”

Him apologizing was something new and almost uncomfortable. 

“It was kind of funny.”

He shot me a confused but incredulous look that for some reason pulled on my heartstrings.

“It was embarrassing.”

“Why? Because somebody told you the truth?”

“What truth would that be?”

“You’re difficult, stubborn, irritating-”

“Watch it greenie. Just remember I went easy on you in the sand pit.”

I found myself starting to enjoy whatever game this was, sure he was still the bane of the Glade but of course someone has to tell him.

“So I’m not wrong?”

“*scoff* You think you’re any better? You’re stubborn, overconfident, dramatic and shucking irritating ”

“Please I’m a damn joy to be around, and you know it too.”

“Yeah Joffrey sure thinks so for some reason.”

He stood up from his chair as I rewrapped the new bandage on his hand, I didn’t notice how much closer we had gotten.

“Are you jealous?”

“Watch it.”

There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite determine but for some reason I wanted to keep poking at it.

 I think it was time to admit a growing problem, and it was getting impossible to ignore, while I had come to despise Gally, he was so fucking attractive. There was no way any of us had room for whatever this was going to lead up to, how could I even think of entertaining this? 

And yet, these small interactions with Gally are sometimes the only things on my mind. I loved and hated it at the same time. 

I should’ve stopped here but shucking hell, that look of frustration fills my heart.

“Why?”

And in a soft but frustrated tone,

“You know why.”

I didn't know how to respond, and in just the nick of time, I had finished repatching his wound. The smart part of me kept suggesting I end whatever this was, and yet another more louder part wanted to know more. But as Gally walked away he said,

“You shouldn’t come by the Builders for a while.”

No, I couldn’t do that.

“I’m sorr-”

“Don’t be.”

He walked away and I went back to whatever I needed to do originally, for some reason my mind was emptier than I thought possible.

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Apologies for the late post! Please lmk if you'd like to be tagged in the next weeks chapter! Thank you loves!

[wrestlingisfake]

The New Beginning in Osaka preview

Zack Sabre Jr. vs. Hirooki Goto - Goto won a 17-man gauntlet match on January 4 to earn this shot at the IWGP world championship. In singles competition, Goto has beaten Sabre twice, but that was in 2017--since then, Sabre has been 5-0 against tonight's challenger.

Between 2007 and 2016, Goto made eight challenges for the top prize in New Japan Pro-Wrestling, and came up short every time. Then nothing--for the past nine years, he's been firmly established as a midcard guy, winning and losing midcard titles. Now he finally has another shot at the top title, but it may be his last--at 45 years old, time is running out for Goto to escape the legacy of a journeyman.

On paper, this is such an easy win for Sabre that it feels like a joke of a main event. Both champion and challenger are going to have to pull out all the stops to make Goto feel like he's three seconds away from a huge emotional underdog victory. I think they've got the chops to pull it off for the audience in Osaka. For me personally, I missed the part of Goto's career where he was treated as a serious top contender, so making me care about him losing all over again will be a tough sell. Sabre should retain, but I'd like to think Goto can come out of it with his head held high.

Yota Tsuji vs. Gabe Kidd - Tsuji is defending the IWGP global title; Kidd's STRONG men's championship is not at stake. Since these two came up through the dojos around the same time, they've faced off a lot in singles matches--Tusji leads with 12 wins, 8 losses, and one draw.

Befitting his spot in Los Ingobernables de Japon, Tsuji is a cool guy and easygoing about beating ass. Kidd is the exact opposite of tranquilo, flipping the fuck out over the least little thing, and picking fights in eleven different directions. I never really thought of a match between these two, but when they had a staredown last month I was like, yeah, gimme some of that.

Kidd is coming off of an epic non-title loss to Kenny Omega in the Tokyo Dome, and a 30-minute draw against Tomohiro Ishii in San Jose. Before that, he had some singles wins in 2024, but very few against top opponents. I'm not sure he ought to dethrone Tsuji right now, but if he's going to get anything out of the rub from the Omega match, he needs to beat somebody, and the scheduled rematch with Ishii isn't really enough. But something tells me this just isn't going to be his night. Tsuji retains.

Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson vs. Tetsuya Naito & Hiromu Takahashi - The Young Bucks (Matt and Nick) are defending the IWGP heavyweight tag team championship. The won the title, which had been vacant, on January 5 in a three-way match against Naito & Hiromu and Great-O-Khan & Jeff Cobb. Since Naito and Hiromu weren't pinned or submitted in the match, they're still in the hunt for the gold.

The storyline for the Bucks is that, ever since October 30, they've been in self-imposed exile from AEW, evidently to avoid the wrath of the Death Riders. I don't know if the outcome of this match will give us any idea when they'll return. I guess they could retain here, but then they just have to fly back to Japan six weeks later to face, let's say, Shane Haste and Mikey Nicholls. Until I have a better idea what they're doing here, I have to assume every New Japan match for the Bucks could be their last. I'm picking Naito and Hiromu to win.

Konosuke Takeshita vs. Oleg Boltin - Takeshita is defending the NEVER title, but not his AEW international title. Boltin scored an upset win over Takeshita back in the G1 Climax, so that's good enough to give him this title shot. Takeshita has a big tag match on the 15th with Kyle Fletcher against the dream team of Kenny Omega and Will Ospreay, so he can't afford to leave it all in the ring here.

I'm not completely sure what the plan is for Takeshita holding key titles in both AEW and New Japan. He now has contracts with both promotions, so Chris Charlton doesn't have to freak out about him being an invader or a parasite or whatever. I guess the idea is to use him as a key player for both companies, but in practice he's working a full schedule in AEW and only coming in to NJPW once in a while to defend the NEVER belt. Unlike the Young Bucks, though, I don't think this is meant to be a short-term run. It might be cool to see Boltin win the "mean guy" belt, but I don't think it'll happen tonight.

Robbie Eagles & Kosei Fujita vs. YOH & Rocky Romero - Eagles and Fujita, the Ichiban Sweet Boys, are defending the IWGP junior heavyweight tag team title. Romero used to be in Roppongi Vice until Trent Beretta exited the junior division, and then he mentored Yoh and SHO as Roppongi 3K until Sho turned heel. Now Rocky and Yoh are Roppongi ReVice--they have a total of thirteen junior tag title reigns between them, but they've never held the gold together.

I've always liked Romero (I bought his album!) so I like this as a way to keep him relevant. But speaking objectively, pushing Roppongi ReVice would be an appeal to nostalgia at a time when New Japan desperately needs to be moving into the future. Yoh needs to break out of the pack in the junior singles division, and Fujita needs to be able to defend his first championship. I say the champs retain.

SANADA vs. Taichi - Sanada turned against Taichi on November 4, so the Just 5 Guys faction is back down to Just 4 Guys. Actually, since Yuya Uemura and DOUKI are both injured, so it's more like Just 2 Guys. And TAKA Michinoku is basically an old-timer at this point, so he's not much in the way of backup. Taichi must be feeling pretty lonely these days.

Sanada is a former IWGP world champion and he's 5-1 against Taichi in singles competition. Taichi turns 45 next month, he didn't make the cut for last year's G1, and he always looks like he needs a nap. Listen, I used to loathe Taichi, and it's incredible they got me on board with this guy, and I sympathize with him in this long-running bromance-gone-wrong with Sanada. It'd be nice if he could get some revenge. It will be sad if he just gets his ass destroyed. But after the rough year Sanada had in 2024, this whole heel turn has to turn things around for him, and step one is crushing Taichi to "prove" that Just 5 Guys was holding him back from his true potential. I don't know how Taichi recovers from losing here, but I'd rather say that about him than Sanada.

Shota Umino vs. Great-O-Khan - Umino had been carrying around little handmade title belts that some kids made for him, but O-Khan tore them up. So now it's personal. After losing his world title shot in the Tokyo Dome last month, Shota needs to rebuild himself, and winning this match would barely qualify as a start, so he certainly can't afford to lose. O-Khan needs a win badly too, but New Japan isn't really counting on him that much, so I don't think he'll get it here.

Shingo Takagi vs. Drilla Moloney - These two started mixing it up on the January 6 show. Moloney has been a junior tag guy since he showed up in New Japan, but the announcers have started talking up the idea that he's practically a heavyweight. That was pretty much how Shingo transitioned to the heavyweight division in 2019, so I get the feeling they're setting up Moloney to be in some heavyweight torunaments, and maybe chase the NEVER title. I still don't quite see Drilla as a MEAN GUY~! but if he can hold his own against Shingo that would be a great start. I'm a Shingo guy but I'm rooting for Moloney to score a career-making upset.

Hiroshi Tanahashi vs. Togi Makabe - In October 1999, Tana had his first pro wrestling match, and lost to Makabe. Now Tana is on a year-long retirement tour, so they're facing off one last time. Makabe is pretty much semi-retired at this point--he hasn't had a singles match in over a year, and he hasn't won a singles match against anyone but Young Lions since 2018. The fact Makabe is still able to work some prelim tag matches at 52, while Tana is planning to quit cold turkey at 49, tells you something about how banged up Tana must be. I expect Tanahashi to lose at least a few of his retirement matches, but I doubt this will be one of them.

El Desperado & Katsuya Murashima vs. Francesco Akira & Jeff Cobb - This is scheduled for the pre-show. It's basically a preview for the March 6 show, when Akira will challenge Despe for the IWGP junior heavyweight title. You'd figure those two are pretty evenly matched, but Murashima is just a young boy and no match for a big mean guy like Cobb. So Akira and Cobb should pick up the win, no problem.

[awigglycultist]

NPMD thoughts

Omg Richie's screams

Poor Richie my beloved

He's dead <3

Oh wait Ruth's headgear is missing in this song

Grace covering her mouth!

STEPH! PETE! <3

WHAT A START

Sycamore! We really need to know more about them

Rip Peter

I love the running in Literal Monster

Out first Max saying Bitch incident!

Get him up! Get this fucker up!!

I love being able to properly see everyone's facial expressions

I hate Solomon so much

Steph is very stupid for putting her hand above her phone as it's about to me smashed but also I'd probably do the same

"this projects on thermodynamics, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I literally love Ruth's, Pete's and Richie's friendship so much

"What was I like when she touched your arm? Did you cum!?"

"Pete silence your phone in the library!" you guys have been screaming this whole time but ok

NANI?

Ugh Pete you are cooler than you think you are!

Love Max finishing the "woah oh oh oh"

"Had to sell your bowtie to feed your fuckin family?"

Omg Pete's breathing and whining while Max is monologuing <3

"now say your fucking prayers bitch!" "-amen!" is still such a good transition

"mom will you pass the buttstuff?" "I just want some head and butter" "bread and buttstuff" still get me

"I love... Jesus <3 :)"

Dirty Girl should not be so good

"WHO ON OCCASION GETS DIRTY!"

Me trying to watch this and imagine watching with my dad to figure out the appropriateness and if gonna have to skip past parts

Ugh Pete <3

Ugh Steph caring about Pete so much despite knowing him for one day <3

Hatchettown notfi!

#pottypants let's get it trending

IT'S BULLY THE BULLY TIME!!!

Love hoe you can see Steph slowly getting into it

Beans cool? Excellent!

Pete's and Richie's finger fun moment!

"who was that?" "my boyfriend!" "sounded like a telemarketer" "okay my ex boyfriend"

Love the screams after "you kinda look like that homeless man from downtown"

"fucking useless Pete!"

"no he thinks the ghost is real he's just really fucking brave"

"I am Jägerman! I am God! Go Nighthawks!"

Skele'on

The little bit of info that Max's dad would call him a cuck and the fact that his bullying likely comes from a lot more trauma with his dad

It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him :(

Rip the glow in the dark skeleton costume

"this is Hatchetfield, people go missing everyday!"

Love Kyle and Brenda, what a supportive couple

"this is really your C+" "oh, Steph, you can keep it :)"

"with consent of cour cause we care!"

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE!!!

Zeke the fighting Nighthawk like Ezekiel from Perky's Buds! Did Ekekiel name himself after Hatchetfield's mascot?

Love the audience cheering after "fuck Clivesdale fuck em straight to hell!"

Richie struggling with costume is so good

"I love being alive!"

God the costume and makeup up close! So good!!!

Smoke club!

Richie's fall is so good!!!

Jon's singing is seriously so good in npmd

And god Will is incredible

Yup Mark & Karen were just so wild at 18

"you don't say, you don't say. I'm be down there in a jiffy" "what'd they did dad?" "they didn't say"

Jeff voice over cameo!

Davis!

Love that Grace calls the cops pigs

Davis and Virginia!

Ziggy! Barry! Charlie!

Bryce's solo <3

Gerlad!

Love the cameos so much (but also rip Jerry, least it's preserved in the album

The bbq monologues bit is so stupid and so good and funny

Me Barbecue!

I love Trevor I hope we see him again

"I'm my dreams, it's my barbecue!"

Just For Once is so silly and so emotional love it it's underrated

"it fucking worked I'm fucking here he's fucking her!"

Lauren is so good!!

"take a bow, bitch"

"Every citizen of Clivesdale is guilty until proven innocent"

Shapiro saying she found the wwjd bracelet in the principal's office really got me the first time

"it's God plan! And now he's leaving me out to dry! Do something you son of a bitch!"

PAUL & EMMA!!!!

The knowledge of what card Jon hands Lauren makes this scene better

"I have been waiting for what feels like 5 fucking years and I still haven't gotten my hot chocolate!"

Emma spitting in the coffee!

Rip "women shoe"

AHHH IF I LOVED YOU!!!

"Leave room for Jesus!"

"she's bisexual and dead where else would she be!"

Rip Angela's fall

"get your hands out of your pocket! Put your hands down! He's going for a gun!"

The scream!

Also the audience screaming during this entire scene from Paul's & Emma's entrance to Emma screaming, so valid and great

"don't comfort her she's fucking weird"

I hate him but we absolutely need to know more about Solomon, how do the Mayor's learn so much

The black book! The nightmare time theme!

And another reason we need to know more about Solomon, why tf did he have the black book and what did he do with it

Max's one liners are so great

"on the ground bitch I'm a cop!"

"are you a women of faith?" "catholic" "I'll take that as a no"

"there's something deeply wrong with this whole town" yeah there sure is

Pete saying he has no idea what he's doing when he checks for Shapiro's pulse is such a great way of keeping it unknown if she's alive or dead

AAAHHHH THE SUMMONING

"t'noy karaxis" particularly scratches my brain

AHHH THE LORDS IN BLACK

I am a bit sad you can't see all the dance moves at the same time and you so you can't really see them changing dances with each other but also the close ups are so cool and very fitting for the scene!

Jon putting his fingers together so it's reminiscent of the doll only having three is such a cool choice

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT JOEY RICHTER WHY DO YOUR EMOTIONAL PERFORMANCES HAVE TO BE SO GOOD

I WAS RIGHT I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR CAITIA REPRISE

They both do a great job during this and I NOT OKAY

Max's fucking beat boxing

"so you do know the bible!"

This is scene is seriously so crazy

Graces entrance afterwards with the cigarette is so great and Max's entrances afterward laying on the bench is so great

The spin!

The lighting!!!

Homecoming time!

Someone remind me to add Joey in best of you to the air guitar thread

And that's it. That's where ends :)

Grace is so crazy and I love her

[polniaczek]

If you could rewrite the last season of the facts of life and give the show a proper ending what would it be like? What would you change and what would you keep the same?

Great question! I'm sure there's lots of things I'd change in theory but most of my "wish this happened differently" feelings happen at earlier points on the show.

Some Things I Would Change:

S9 Jo isn't so feminine for starters. S8 Jo is as feminine as I ever want her to be. In multiple episodes, by multiple characters, it's agreed upon that Jo wearing traditionally feminine clothes and makeup, softening up her appearance for guys, isn't who the real Jo is. So, she wouldn't fall victim to the trope of the hard, rebellious tomboy becoming a soft, conforming woman. S4 Jo would neverrr pay someone else to work on her bike.

Either she doesn't let Rick pressure her into marriage, and the wedding doesn't happen, or Rick flat out doesn't ask. In my dream world, Rick and Jo are both queer and there's a whole "self-recognition through the other" moment early on in the season and they ARE going to a drag party in that one ep and I like him a little more. lol In the real world, I say Rick is no one special to Jo, just a goofy, annoying friend who doesn't recur too often. And we already had one of those, his name was Roy.

I just need to vent about something for a sec because what show is this? This is not our show. This looks like Home Improvement. Step by Step. This looks like a misogynistic 90s sitcom, and the season has been touched by too many men, and if you look at the writing and directing credits for it on wiki you'll see I'm right. Get these men out of here. Fuck S9 actually, anon, you've uncanned the worms. 😅

Mrs. Garrett and possibly George return to bring more energy to the show. Beverly Ann’s presence doesn't serve much purpose (though I do think she's funny), and Andy's storylines are lowkey half-baked and boring and could've benefited from George's presence over Pippa.

Pippa doesn't show up. Sorry to any Pippa stans out there?? I don't hate her, but what a waste of screen time.

Tootie gets to act her age. The writers treat her like the others, but that girl is like 19 and practically married herself. We also get to see more of her career pursuits rather than her just showing up to scenes with these big announcements or passing mentions of auditions.

Natalie has BEEN the sexually liberated one, so there's no need for the show to focus on it so seriously. One or two quick cracks about her satisfying sex life and that's that. On the flipside, I kind of hated how unserious her episodes about journalism/writing were in comparison to the episodes about Blair's and Jo's career pursuits.

Also

Things I Would Keep the Same:

Blair’s arc in S9 is solid. I liked that she was forced to confront her issues with self-image. I liked that with law she found a source of confidence outside of her money and looks. It was a great way to wrap her story up. I wouldn't have been mad if she had chosen the law route in the end, but I'm not mad about the Eastland route either. The episodes themselves are nonsensical, but the grandiose effort does suit her and it would've been a watchable spinoff.

Jo ending up at the center is a good fit for her character. It's interesting in comparison to that one scene in New York, New York where she and Jessie go to the center in the Bronx, and Jo is the one trying to help people. She does mention the interest in becoming a legit social worker, so as far as I'm concerned that's her real ending.

Tootie's personality and goals never change which is about the only great thing they ever did for her.

Jeff becomes the hunky college-educated boyfriend after his illiterate beginning on the show, love that for him.

Natalie's spinoff ep was decent enough. Definitely would've needed to be retooled if it had worked, but she had more chemistry in one scene with David Spade than in all her scenes with other guys.

Believe it or not, I've not thought about this much, so I have no idea how I'd prefer it to end differently

[sourw0lfs]

the very first night part three

OR: the one where Chrissy joins Corroded Coffin, a 5+1 fic wc: 1086 | rating: M | pairing: hellcheer | modern au | AO3 written for @strangerthingsreversebigbang art inspiration by @sunflowerharrington beta'd by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

3. after releasing their first professional album

Just like before, things between the two of them get lost in the rush of life, always just hanging on the edge of things like a tease. Chrissy finds herself more and more often wishing she could be brave enough to do something about it. She isn’t. Not yet. 

Instead she puts all of her focus and attention on getting their album done with the rest of the band. She puts everything she has into it, in the hopes that with her help it’s enough to propel them even more. Because now that they have it? She never wants to lose it. She doesn’t want the boys to lose it, to see their dreams destroyed before they even really get to touch them. 

The process is really nothing like Chrissy’s expecting, but that doesn’t deter her. Instead she just pushes through the exhaustion, the creative blocks, the arguments about how things should sound. And in the end, they end up with something they can all be proud of. But making the album is the easy part, or so she’s heard. The hard part is getting it out there, getting people to listen to some band they’ve never heard of before. 

Waiting for the results is almost as excruciating as whatever’s going on between her and Eddie. The band spends the days leading up to the release and the first week following it all hovering around each other, moving from home to home and making sure no one is ever actually alone. It’s a sense of family that Chrissy wants to bottle up and keep for herself on the nights they’re all separated. 

Most of her time is spent with Eddie, both of them silently agreeing to basically stay plastered to each other’s sides, but no one calls them on it. There are no weird looks when the others show up and they’re shoulder to shoulder on a couch or standing side by side in the kitchen. If anything, they just treat it as normal. Maybe it is normal. 

Maybe Chrissy’s over-thinking things in her anxiety about the album doing well.

When the Billboard 200 finally drops, the whole band is gathered together, hunched over Jeff’s laptop, waiting for the list to refresh. 

“It changed, scroll!” Gareth all but shrieks right in his ear when they refresh the page for what feels like the millionth time. 

No one in the band actually expects to see Corroded Coffin on the list, they’ve all said as much, so the absolutely deafening uproar that explodes in the room when they find themselves nestled in at 184 is enough to carry Chrissy into the next year. Her grin feels like it’s going to split her face apart and she looks around to find the boys all matching. 

Eddie’s phone buzzing violently across the table is enough to pull their attention out of the clouds and away from the screen to stare at it. “Fuck, it’s the label,” Eddie swears as he scrambles to answer the call. 

He ducks out of the room as he gives his greeting, and the rest of the band yells after him, but no one follows. The room is still buzzing with energy and giving Eddie the time and space to focus on a conversation feels correct. Chrissy thinks she would have stopped the guys if they had tried, but as always, everyone is on the same page. 

The minutes until he comes back in are agonizing, all eyes locked on the door. But then Eddie’s busting back inside with an even wider grin than the one he left with. “We’re going on tour!” he crows into the room. 

“No fucking way!” Grant is the first to recover and the roar that follows this time is even louder. 

The five of them all start talking over each other, shouting cities they want to see, listing things they want on whatever stage they end up on, what songs to cover to make the set longer. It’s a mess, and Chrissy wouldn’t change it for a moment. 

Hours later, the energy still hasn’t waned, though their volume certainly has. Since the initial explosion, the band has called the label again, this time as a group, to talk more in depth about this supposed tour they’re getting thanks to the album doing well.

It’s not a big thing at all, not like how bigger artists tour, but it’s a start. It’s a step in the right direction. It’s their dreams coming true. 

As the day drifts into the late hours of the night, everyone finally manages to pull themselves away, to go back home to recover from the absolute roller-coaster of emotions the day has given them. It feels almost expected that the last two still sitting around Eddie’s living room are him and Chrissy. It’s just how things always go when the band finally departs. 

“A tour!” Eddie exclaims as he flops himself across Chrissy’s lap, drawing a giggle from her as he does so. “Our tour!”

Chrissy reaches down to flick some hair off Eddie’s forehead, grinning at him. “A headlining tour,” she agrees. Because they have, up to this point, worked with bigger names as openers with self-published albums. This feels so much bigger, better, brighter. 

It really feels like they’ve succeeded now, but Chrissy feels like she should reserve her final judgment of that until after they’ve finished the tour, because this could be the only one they ever get. But she doesn’t want to think about that right now. Instead she focuses on how excited she is, on the energy buzzing through her entire body, on the heat of Eddie’s body splayed across hers. 

She wants to be brave, to use the energy still lingering around them, to finally, finally make a move towards everything she wants, but she doesn’t. A voice in the back of her mind tells her not to, to wait until the tour is planned and wrapped, to not make things weird if something goes wrong, not when they’re on the precipice of actual success. 

Without a thought, Chrissy’s hand curls into Eddie’s hair, playing with the strands and smoothing them back again. Her eyes meet his and for a second, Chrissy thinks that maybe she doesn’t have to be the brave one, especially as Eddie’s eyes roam her face. 

He’s only just shifted onto his elbows when his phone buzzes on the table again. Shaking his head and breaking the moment, Eddie looks away from Chrissy finally, eyes moving to see the name on the screen instead. “It’s Wayne,” he explains even though Chrissy can read it too. “I gotta… I should talk to him, tell him the good news.”

Chrissy is nodding before he’s even done talking, already untangling her fingers so he can sit up. She mourns the loss of the warmth, mourns her cowardice, but she smiles anyway as Eddie excitedly answers the phone. And she smiles when she heads home for the night. And she’ll smile through the tour. And she’ll smile when she finally tells Eddie how she feels when it’s all done. 

Planning the tour is even more exhausting than planning the album, but they get it done. They have dates, they have venues lined up, they have buses full of equipment. And they have the open road in front of them.

Watching the country fly by as they drive, Chrissy starts figuring out her plan to give herself plenty of time to get it right. She doesn’t leave room for things to go wrong, because how could they?