#the guy had the same feeling as the one from that one dream about Jeff
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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 13 days ago
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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
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6
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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.
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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.
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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
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luvjunie · 1 year ago
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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
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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.”
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whole-circus · 1 year ago
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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 · 1 year ago
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𝔩𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔥: 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤
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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
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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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pagodazz · 7 months ago
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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.
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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.
did you know that EVEN VINNIES DEAD FUCKING GIRLFRIEND LEXI IS 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.
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sugarsfics · 2 years ago
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King For A Day
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Summary: Eddie’s shirts scores him a date on the girl he has his eye on.  
Trope: acquaintances to lovers? Modernish  
A/N: While i was working on Eddie x private!school!reader, Virgin!Eddie and a request I was also doing this on and I ended up finishing it first soooooo yeaaa.....This fic has nothing to do with the song title I chose it just seemed fitting because Eddie 100% felt like a king in this......Also I am sad that I wasn’t able to buy tickets for their tour so I am manifesting that a knight in shining leather will save me with tickets so then this fic was born (Sorry for the long a/n)
Warnings: 18+,mention of a wet dream, Cussing, Eddie being a dork, more so of Eddie's pov and thoughts, use of y/n
Word count: 1.5k 
Eddie is currently nursing his beer at a party that he didn’t want to be at. His friend Steve Harrington was having a little house party and told Eddie that he had to come. Eddie and Steve friendship is fairly new, they have been in the same friend group for about a year almost two, but recently have been getting close to call each other a friend, Steve also invited the older members of the Hellfire club they were skeptical but trusted in their DM. They all stayed together on the couch “There’s your girl” Jeff said to Gareth. Gareth’s girlfriend, Liz, walked in “And yours” he nudged Eddie then saw you walked in with Liz. 
6 months ago, Gareth introduced Liz to Hellfire, but Eddie's focused was on you. You were behind them trying to not be seen, only there for moral support, but Eddie saw you it was like a halo and spotlights were on you. The boys found out about his crush on Gareth's birthday, Gareth was having a pool party, of course he invited Liz, but Eddie was shocked when you came, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, not like he couldn’t before, but now you were in a swim suit. That night the boys had a sleepover, or as Gareth told Liz a “hang out that may include sleeping,” with your body on his mind Eddie had a wet dream the boys were woken up by Eddie whimpering and moaning your name. Eddie woke up to them laughing, he was mortified when they told him what happened. Eddie left early the next morning for business, but he was embarrassed, he told them that if they ever spoke on that night again, they will be banished from Hellfire and their characters would die a gruesome death. Gareth has been slowly hyping up Eddie to you and Liz to tell you and it was working.  
You and Liz weren’t from Hawkins, you guys lived in the city close to Hawkins. She met Gareth through one of her online games. You being her best friend was fucking scared for her life meeting a guy online could go horrible in many ways, on their first date you stay in her car hidden, it was something you both did on the first dates, Gareth didn’t kidnap her so he was going pretty good then they became a thing and he wanted her to meet his friends, of course you went because you are paranoid and this whole time it could have been a whole scheme to kidnap her, but the only that was stolen was your heart by a curly haired dork. 
Gareth walked up to you girls greeting you and hugging Liz then bringing you both to the couch. Eddie made eye contact with you, you smiled and waved at him, he was so glad that Steve’s house was dark because he could feel his face heating up with blush.  
You were standing awkwardly next to Liz and Gareth while they were sucking faces. You were looking around when you meet with Eddie’s brown eyes again, he smiled and patted to the seat next to him you looked around the pointed to yourself mouthing “me?” he nodded. “Hi” he said when you sat “Hey thanks for saving me” “Yea I been a victim of third wheeling myself, so I didn’t want a fair maiden like you to be one” smooth he thought. He took a sip of his warm beer and grimace at the warmth “I’m going to grab a drink do you want anything” “Sure water please” “You know you are at an infamous Steve the hair Harrington’s party” “So I have heard but” you looked at Liz “She is on her third drink so that leaves me the driver” “Well then I will be back with you water” he bow Eddie what the fuck was that he mentally smacked his head. He hurried to the coolers outside, grabbed his beer then dug to the bottom of the cooler to grab you the coldest water.  
He felt his heart drop at the sight in front of him, Steve has taken his spot he was flirting with you. Steve did his hair move that Eddie knew too well from watching flirt trying to subtly get tips on how to woo you. He should have known that if you left a pretty girl alone Steve would find them. He walks up to you with his head down “Here is your water y/n” he missed the way your eyes lit up hearing his voice “Thank you Eddie” you scoot over “Here I kept your spot warm” “Oh” he gasped “Thank you” he melted in the seat because of how your scent lingered. Steve started talking to you again which made Eddie quietly groaned “So y/n other than water what do you like to drink” Steve said “Oh um Strawberry Lemonde is my favorite” I CAN’T HAVE ANYTH- “What about you Eddie” he was shocked that you were facing him and talking to him while Steve was in sitting next to you “I-um like Kool-Aid" really Eddie now she is going to think you’re a kid-  “What flavor?” “The red one” “Pretty basic” you joked “What could I say I like the classics”  
Steve left a while ago but you both didn’t notice; shit you didn’t notice how long you guys were talking Eddie forgot that he was at a party till he saw you squirming in your seat. “Are you ok” he asked “Yeah I am fine it is just really humid in here” he had been feeling the stickiness for a while but didn’t want to ruin his moment. “Oh, yea I didn’t even realize that” *lie* “Do you want go outside” “Yes please” he places a hand on your back and guides you outside the warmth of his hand that you definitely want to feel more of. Outside there were still people but not as many, it had a more chill vibe than the inside. “Ah much better” you sighed. The porch light was on so Eddie was able to see your outfit, a grey tee shirt, a skirt with ripped tight and some well-loved black converse, it may have been for the black sweater he was wearing or you, but his body felt like it was on fire. You watched a group of people playing beer pong and saw Eddie moving from the corner of your eye, he was taking off his sweater, you started to watch him struggle out of his sweater then his shirt started to rise and you saw a the patch of hair going to his forbidden area you turned back to watch the beer pong player before you stared for too long. 
Eddie finally got out of his sweater; he was super confused on why it was so hard to get out of it but that is a question for later. “So, tell me more about where you lived” he started you turned to him “Oh well it- *gasp* is that a Pierce The Veil shirt” he looked down at himself “Yes, it is” “The is my favorite band” “What!! Me too” Sorry Sabbath I will make it up later “I was so bummed that I wasn’t able to get tickets since they are playing close” “Well well today might be your lucky day” you looked at him confused “I may have an extra ticket” your eyes widen “What” “Yea my buddy won’t be able to make it I was going to sell it and go by myself but having you be next to me wouldn’t be so bad” smooth Eddie you are on a roll tonight “Are you joking” “No would you like to see Pierce The Veil with me” “YES” you pulled him into a hug “oh my I am sorry I was excited and-” “It was perfectly fine” “How much” “I’m sorry” “How much do I owe you” “For?” “The ticket silly” “Oh nothing” “No I am not going to not pay for the ticket” “I invited you, so you are not paying” “But I must pay you back somehow” “Simple go on a date with me” “A date?” “Yes u-unless you don’t want to go on a date with me then we could go as fri-” you brought your finger to his mouth “I would love to go on a date with you” “Great can I- um" he scratched the back of his neck “Get your number” “Yes” you pulled out a pen from your purse and wrote down your number on his hand. “I-” Eddie was about to speak when Liz came outside with Gareth “Y/n I am ready to go are you” you gave Eddie a sorry look “Yes I will meet you at the car” she nodded her head then went back inside with Gareth “unfortunately I have to go but I had a great time” “Me too I actually had fun for once” “I should probably be home around 1 so call me” you said kissing his cheek “YES *cough* I mean yea sure” you giggled and waved at him leaving him behind to go take care of your bestie.  
Eddie drove home with two things on his mind you and how he was going to find to tickets to a sold out concert.  
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sweet-villain · 1 year ago
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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” 
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88-special · 2 years ago
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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
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in-need-of-gally-content · 7 months ago
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|Chapter•Thirty•Two|
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(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.
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pomegrantemoths88 · 1 year ago
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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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awigglycultist · 1 year ago
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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
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sourw0lfs · 9 months ago
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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? 
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itsmelb · 2 years ago
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2022 - the year I discovered BL!
(The master post no one needs but everyone gets anyway haha)
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1. I fell in love with...the passion!
What you have to know about me is, that I love realness in series. Emotion vise. Like real anger, sadness and passion. I love it when you feel the chemistry. And it hit me like lightning when I saw MileApo play the Kinnporsche. If you know my blog you know that I wasn't interested in Asian TV/Music or anything related to such series. But I couldn't help myself (like many other people haha) bc of the sexiness of them boys (I mean look at them omg) and I fell deeper than I dreamed of.
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2. I felt that...in my heart and soul!
It's no secret that I am obsessed with Kinnporsche. I fell in love with Mile at first sight. I love his old soul sm. And you never ever can oversee Apo with his tiny waist and bright aura. I struggled with Vegas at first. But Bibs had me from the moment I saw everything in his eyes. And him with Bui hits different. But now it's like Jeff Satur everywhere. And Barcode grew sm on me that I can't look away when they are together. And just like that all the boys grew on me like...like a family I might never see in person (sobbing) but I love them sm and cherish the moments through my phone. I don't know how you guys feel about this but it's just not explainable how much I could smile, cry and scream for them. My heart is full..
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3. I feel like...I am stuck in a love circle!
And in this mood I came here. Tumblr. And the gate of BLs opened wide...haha. I got many recs. Like Cutie Pie, Lita, Unforgotten night, the eclipse, viseversa, between us,...or the slightly older ones like Tharntype, don't say no, 2gether the series... so much happend. It felt and still feels like a love circle (like the devils circle just with love haha). And the obsession grew so far that I couldn't and still can't focus on other series anymore. It's really bad. (..but so f***ing worth it!!)
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4. Feeling...the music!
I love music. Show me a good sound and I am obsessed with it. And all the BLs have music! What a nice discovery! I fell for Jeff's voice like Lucifer from heaven. With no turn back. Hide isn't my most listened song of the year for no reason haha. And at all the send offs and tour and collaborations made me feel the Thai Music sm. I can't sing the lyrics well but I try haha. It was an eye opener for a new genre of feels. I especially love the rock versions of songs. The Tharntype theme song is really good also. (Give some recs pls if u know good songs though 😁)
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5. ...and we all felt that!
I met @librariesperson here and we both knew that we share the same thoughts immediately. We joke that it's destiny. Kinnporsche did that. It gives us an obsession to share. Like we all are close friends. Like the cast is. And I just wish that we all stay together and be a Fandom they can be proud of. ❤️
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6. I will still feel it...in the future!
I just became obsessed in the right time. The filmography and acting got better. The realness and passion on NC scenes are top tier. And it will get even better next year! The trailers of gmmtv, dmd are out and promising...and Boc hasn't even give us some trailers! The expectation is high. I am praying for a Jeffbarcode series. (With an happy ending ok!!!) And BBB will have projects. And MileApo for sure. And all the other ones. I just wanna see them happy. And Jeff will give us some good songs I know it just now...
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...oh and @ all the writers of FFs. Thanks for your hard work. I/we see u. We love u. We don't know what we will do without u. Pls write more Kimchay pretty pls 🤞🏻😁🙏🏻
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And that's my year with BL. My opinions. My wishes. And for the last one..
I wish you all a great new years eve! And a happy, healthy and lovely new Year 2023. Enjoy your time! See ya soon 🤞🏻💜
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fayefayefaye90 · 11 months ago
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i’m intrigued by all of these 👀 but if no one else asked about it yet, pregnant lesbians is at the top of my list!
This is actually a wlw thread series on my twitter account! It’s four parts so far, to be continued. But since this is a new platform I’m just going to post the whole thing here! Enjoy folks!
Stevie isn’t supposed to be this person.
It’s one thing to miss out on college, and another thing to fuck strangers in bars, and an entirely different, entirely worse third thing for Stevie to be nineteen years old and walking into the Planned Parenthood with a positive pregnancy test in her purse.
As it is, Teddie told her about this place, a big city clinic that makes her feel like she’s on an entirely different Earth from the one she’s always known–not a single face she knows, not an eye on her, so unlike every person she’s ever seen because unlike every soul in Hawkins, they don’t know her name.
Teddie offered to go with her too, and she’s regretting not taking her up on it. Something about Teddie’s skinny shoulder sitting just an inch or two above hers makes her feel more comfortable, like someone else is in charge for once, but that’s why Stevie couldn’t do it—she needs to do this alone.
The front desk checks her in and when the nurse asks And what can we do for you today, dear? Stevie isn’t sure what to say. She wants to know her options. Actually, what about just dying? Dying doesn’t seem terrible, and she has the bizarre thought that if she could check in for a routine Death treatment, one that’s covered by Medicaid in the state of Indiana, that would be just the thing, rather than confront any of it. What will her parents say? Her old friends? Fuck, /Keith/?
He already thinks she’s an airhead, judgmental despite the fact she’s seen him lick cheeto dust off of his own work vest.
She wants to know her options. Mostly she wants someone to tell her that it’s okay–that maybe she fucked up, maybe she needs help, and advice, but it’s okay, it’s going to be okay.
If she could scrape out the inside of her brain, get rid of the grime, the sludge of other people’s feelings, other people’s fears and thoughts, she’d know that what she most deeply wants is to stop, to feel this. To give in to the knowledge that there’s the beginnings of a little person inside of her, and /feel/ it. Her body–this body that can’t seem to do much of anything since high school, nothing but house her scrambled egg brain and run a decent mile–is growing a life, nurturing it, blowing it up like a little ball of dough that’s going to flounce outward and become a whole cake—one that can see, and blink, and hear, and sniffle, and think.
She wants to ask the nurse–is it wrong that I can see it? That it feels so right, like maybe the only thing that’s ever been right? Because it’s so wrong, of course it’s wrong, the whole thing! I think I remember his name—y’know, the guy—but you could tell me it was something you made up and I wouldn’t know any different; fuck, it could’ve been Bob Hope and no wonder I don’t remember any condom—and I’m supposed to want something more, right? I’m supposed to wait for the white dress, white picket fence, white gold and diamond on my finger, something more than this…
…but what could be more than this?
She was supposed to wait, but she didn’t wait. And she doesn’t die. She leaves the exam room with vitamins and a stack of brochures. Looking down at her stomach, it seems the same, maybe a little bloated. Six weeks, they said. Thirty-four more.
Imagining this tiny ball of mucus that’s becoming the smallest little human, she breezes through the waiting room as if in a dream, forgetting those eyes who’ve never seen her before.
It was Teddie’s idea.
Jeff wasn’t a fan, really. They’d just been friends for so long, and there was something frantic, uncomfortable about the whole thing. Teddie could tell she was being weird. But she just had to find out.
“I just need to know,” she’d say, pretty much every day, every morning of that stifling, hot, boring summer. Getting off of night shift at the plant alongside her uncle, wired, not being able to sleep. Trudging down the lane, over to Jeff’s, where his mom had already poured her a coffee—every morning. “I just need to feel it once, and then I’ll be fine.”
“This is a way bigger deal than you think it is,” Jeff would say.
“Untrue,” Teddie would lie. She’s always been a bit of a misfit, sexless and strange, but if she goes much longer without knowing what it feels like to intimately touch a man, she thinks it might do real damage, permanently alienate her. It’s a big deal, to her. So she’d say, “It’s an extremely little deal. It’s nothing. And like, I trust you! You’re my friend.”
“That’s the problem, Teddie,” Jeff finally says, one day. “I just think you trust me a little too much!”
“Impossible—”
“It’s… it’s important, the first time! And what if it’s… what if it happens, and it’s not what you wanted?”
“What do you mean?” she looks at him, sincere. She’s playing dumb; she knows she is, and she doesn’t normally do this, but he can’t keep saying no, “I’m literally asking you to do it.”
“And… and then what? What if you don’t like it? What if it… doesn’t work?” Jeff bites his lip, holds his elbows, thumps one heel in a dancing rhythm on the porch. They both know what he means. Her plan. The whole, kickstarting her interest in guys thing.
It’s a harebrained idea that’s gnawed at her for weeks—since she graduated high school at the age of 21, still a tender and awkward virgin with a deep seated fear of this /thing/. It’s something little—this inexperience, this absence of interest—but with every passing day it has greater power to turn her into something big: a freak, an alien, something too weird to ever truly fit.
Especially… especially since she started working at the video store. Especially since she’s been spending so damn much time with Stephanie Harrington.
She can’t listen to Stevie talk about dating, about picking up guys anymore—she can’t keep feeling this way—this heat, this mortification, whenever she hears about it, whenever she remembers how different they are, the two of them. They should be the same, in this way. They should be the same with this, even though they’re so different. Teddie’s having difficulty parsing her feelings about the whole ordeal, but this will /help/, she knows it.
“But what if it does.. work?” Teddie says, plucking the thread where her t-shirt is unraveling. “If I just knew what it was like, and then I could like, y’know, I would get a boyfriend? I wouldn’t be acting like this anymore. I could just like, be normal about it! And I promise I won’t fall in love with you, just because you’re my first time, or whatever.”
Jeff snorts, audibly, rubbing his face. “Yeah, no, I’m not worried about that.”
“Good!” Teddie says, face flushing. It’s the heat, she thinks. That’s why she’s so sweaty, and her heart rate is doing a weird lurch that she hates. It’s why she’s so uncomfortable.
“I still think you’re insane,” Jeff says, “but if it’s this important to you—”
Teddie’s head whips in his direction, her tangled hair spinning like the blade of a helicopter.
“Wait, seriously?” she asks, then cheers, “Jeff! Yes! Thank you! Thank you!”
Jeff sighs, accepts the hug that’s offered.
So, they do, later that day. Sex. And It’s fine. Just—fine. Teddie doesn’t try to kiss him, doesn't want to make it weird, but he stops her partway through, holds her face and kisses her anyway, closed lipped, like a reassurance, and she’s weirdly grateful; it feels the friendliest thing he’s ever done for her.
But, yeah, Teddie learns: sex is fine.
It’s what they find out afterward that’s not fine.
Not for the first time, Stevie is jealous of Robin.
Because Robin can eat anything without gaining any weight. He has the longest eyelashes Stevie has ever seen on a human. And Robin is very obviously, without question or doubt, a gay man.
Since they were children, people have been making comments about Robin—almost never kind. Robin, whose only friends are girls. Robin, who has the lisp, the voice. Robin, who has the walk. It’s obvious on Robin: the whole gay thing.
When they were in school, Robin was called every slur in the book. Their peers, they did the wrist thing. They’d joke about him owning heels and dresses. Robin never played sports; Robin failed gym class and had to do summer school because he wouldn’t touch a locker room. He’s paid for it in missing teeth: the whole gay thing.
He’s incredibly strong; he’s had to be. Everyone knows.
No one knows about Stevie. No one knows what she’s come to learn about herself.
She still sleeps with men, and it’s fine. It’s fun. It’s enough to keep it away—the thoughts she’d rather not explain to anyone. She’s hoping the baby takes that away actually: a form, a curving shape she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about. It’s a shape that has more recently developed particular features, a certain face.
As if reading her mind, Teddie runs into family video with her hand over her mouth.
Eddie is trying. She’s really trying to hold her life together.
It’s an old story: up late, never early enough. Never early enough to make the coffee without spilling something, never early enough to get dressed without having to change something. Never early enough to drive to work without speeding, never well fed enough to take her giant multi vitamin without wanting to hurl.
She’s running into Family Video with her hand over her mouth. Stevie barely has time to look at her funny before Teddie darts to the bathroom to throw up.
Teddie’s mortified when Stevie follows her in. Wide eyed, between hurls, she has something stuck to her lip. She gags at the feeling and wipes it off before sticking her head back into the toilet.
“Dude, don’t come in here!” Teddie says, then spits into the toilet.
“Relax, Munson,” Stevie says, voice low and calming; she’s crouching down to rub Teddie’s back. Her thin fingers work across Teddie’s neck, gathering and holding her hair in a low ponytail.
“Yknow, It’s funny? I’m the pregnant one, but you’re the one over here puking.”
“You haven’t puked?” Teddie says, deeply upset by this. “You’re the one who’s supposed to puke!”
“I know,” Stevie chuckles, rubbing the spaces in Teddie’s spine with the other hand as she retches, dry this time. There’s hidden strength in her hands, gentle strength like that of a long standing tree, or a grandmother who’s rubbed more children’s backs than she can count.
Teddie spits, again, feels the tenderness in Stevie’s hands which is too much, too real. Stevie’s breath coming over her shoulder is too sweet smelling, too kind to be in this video store bathroom. It’s like she doesn’t even know what Teddie’s doing.
Teddie feels the bizarre urge to make this funny. If it’s funny, it’s not anything else.
“You have a thing for this?” Teddie says.
“What?”
“Y’know, like a fetish? Girl on her knees in the video store bathroom—”
Stevie wrinkles her nose, but she’s smiling, Eddie can hear it in the way she says, “ew.” Score one for Munson.
“Because it would be fine if you did,” Teddie says, on a roll now, spitting the last of the ick from her mouth. “I’ve heard pregnancy does weird stuff to you.”
“Well,” Stevie says, with a laughing grin, “maybe you’re pregnant, too.”
Teddie snorts, regrets snorting, feeling the cold mucus in her throat make a sour resurgence. “Fat fucking chance,” she says.
“Not getting laid, Munson?” Stevie says, something too casual in her voice.
Teddie goes cold, feels herself pale.
“Oh, shit,” she says, meeting Stevie’s eyes with a grimace. She feels the panic, coming on. “What am I going to do?”
Teddie gets her own trailer a few days before she has an abortion.
Just the idea of something growing inside of her—something alive, not jus bacteria but a whole animal with a brain, the idea that something like that would feed off of her energy until it was ready to emerge from her in a bloody show that could kill her—it doesn’t exactly fill her with maternal longing. It’s more like something from a horror movie that’s also taking place in outer space.
Now, Steph could do it. She could make it look metal: ripping a child from her womb, strong and defiant and glistening with her own blood, ready to attach the suckling infant to her heavy breast, roaring with pain and triumph as bonding chemicals surge through them both. Steph could do it.
Teddie’s not Steph.
She tells Jeff beforehand—not for any reason but guilt. It was her idea, after all. She’s the one who said it probably wouldn’t take. It was her first time and she was on top—it wasn’t supposed to take.
They’re sitting on her new front porch, just behind Wayne’s trailer. She can see the window of her childhood bedroom, where she had sex with a man for the first time. The only time.
“Oh thank god,” the man (the boy, really) says, head in his hands, relief coming off of him in waves. Teddie’s not trying to have a baby either but she’s a little insulted.
“My parents…” he continues, “man my parents would kill me. After making me marry you, they would kill me.”
“What?” Teddie rears back, not expecting that, “Oh god, what the fuck?”
Her mortification must show on her face.
Jeff looks like he’s going to laugh, but he almost always looks like he’s going to laugh. That’s part of what she loves about him.
He says, “Hey, jackass, I’m not trying to marry you either—“
“What, like you and me? Church basement? Like with the dress and the suit and everything?”
“I’m serious. Like the plague. Mr. And Mrs. Jones.”
“But they wouldn’t have to know,” Teddie interrupts, “if I kept it.”
Jeff looks at her, incredulous. He sucks on his braces for emphasis.
“Oh yeah,” Jeff says, “like you’re just going to have your Black baby running around the trailer park with your Black best friend, and nobody would know—”
Despite herself, Teddie starts to laugh. Jeff’s relief and her own bubble up like soda fizz.
“You’d be running after him like ‘Get back here Eomer!’ And I’d just be sitting here, sipping coffee, like that baby has nothing to do with me..?
Teddie gets up for more coffee, still laughing.
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roadtodeltarune · 10 months ago
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Earthbound Update 3
(PART 1)
I'm back! Some of you may have thought I abandoned this project, but you were wrong!
Where have I been? What have I been doing? Oh, I've been busy playing Earthbound! I knew I was close to the end, so I wanted to finish it before updating! I could have finished in a week, but I got distracted by other games and responsibilities. Now what exactly did I do in Earthbound?
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Well last time, I cured Tenda Village's shyness. After making my last update, I tried their coffee and had another strange vision. But once my head cleared, I did some trading and then hopped into the cave.
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As I figured, this was my next Sanctuary Location. The boss wasn't very tough; he was blasted to bits by a multi-bottle rocket and some good bashes. The hardest part was the maze of a cave!
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We had a strange moment of Straw's(Ness) thoughts being beamed to a wall, then jumped down a hole into the Underworld.
This place is huge! And there are dinosaurs here! I wanted to avoid them since I felt strong enough already, but they were just too big, they kept blocking my path. It's actually so huge here that I had to look up a map. I also got lost in the first five minutes and was walking in circles, so a map helped a lot.
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I feel like this should be a bigger moment, but didn't Buzz Buzz already say something about being in a prophecy? I guess it's good to remember the scale of our journey. Welp, time for the last Sanctuary Location!
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Well, that was a fever dream...
The Fire Spring wasn't too hard to go through, the Psychic Psychos were more so just annoying. The final Sanctuary Boss felt like a good final boss, though, that fight was lots of fun.
As for all the melodies playing together, they sounded very pretty. I feel like they fit together better than Mother 1, but I hope there is, or will be, an orchestrated version like Mother 1 has.
The sequence afterward of Straw going through his home and seeing how much his parents loved him... Man, that hit me right in the feels. At the end of Mother 1, I came to the conclusion that this series is about love. Spoiler: I come to the same conclusion with Earthbound.
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MAGICANT?! How is Magicant here! I thought it was Mary's dreamscape and it faded when she accepted death. Is... Is Mary still around? Is that why the melodies are back?
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I think I like the aesthetic of this Magicant more. The old one was pretty, but this one feels more peaceful, and the color shifting adds to the magic/dream aspect.
Plus all the veggies remind me of my Mother 1 characters: Carrot, Onion, Potato, and Beet.
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Is this true or is this what Straw thinks is happening with Pokey? Is he really, truly a bad guy?
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Rest in peace, Buzz Buzz. We'll win this war for you.
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The Flying Men! It's good to see them again! Oh no, wait, I don't want them to die
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Interesting... My personal explanation for this is that the statue brought out the worst in people, so it uses the evil part of your brain; but I also think Straw just views it as the worst evil he's fought so far.
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Hi, I'm back here. I died to the statue. This seemed impossible, just like Belch, so I looked up some tips and a map. I found that I just needed a bunch of Dragonite, so I got some from storage. I also got an extra Earth Pendant for Apple (Jeff)
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Wow! Dragonite is strong! I got lucky though, he didn't heal in this second attempt. If he would have, I might have lost.
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Like how Grape (Poo) had his training that, to me, like he was reaching his personal enlightenment, I feel the same for this moment. It feels like Straw is taking everything that's happened to him and learning a great lesson that's left up for interpretation, whether it's a lesson on Love, Determination, Destiny, overcoming Evil, or all of the above.
This also makes me think that Magicant is a by-product of the Melodies, meaning Mary must have been in Magicant for decades, waiting for Carrot(NinTen) to restore peace to her and help her move on.
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fuckyeahvanhalen86-95 · 2 years ago
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"Bill & Ted Face the Music" was one of my favorite movies that I saw during lockdown. I saw many better films too, but there was something about the eternal optimism and good nature of William S. Preston, Esq. (Alex Winter) and Theodore Logan (Keanu Reeves) that made them feel like the kind of heroes we needed during a pandemic, one of the weirdest and most uncertain situations many of us have ever experienced.
Stuck at home for far longer than natural, it was comforting to hang out with old screen pals in lieu of our real-life friends. This may be why the era of COVID-19 also saw the unlikely phenomenon of people binge-watching old episodes of "Columbo." Perhaps there isn't too much difference between Bill and Ted and Peter Falk's shambling detective. The movies and the show are set in sunny California; the stakes are low; and the protagonists are unassuming, friendly, and most importantly of all, kind. 
Aside from the cozy factor, the third installment of the "Bill & Ted" franchise also came as a surprise because it wasn't sh**e. Released almost 30 years after "Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey," it was remarkably consistent in tone and spirit to the original movies, obviously a labor of love for everyone involved. Unlike the embarrassing spectacle of watching Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels in their mid-50s reprising their roles as Lloyd and Harry in "Dumb and Dumber To," Winter and Reeves slipped back into their old characters with ease, making it seem totally believable that these were the same dudes who once rocked out in their garage as Wyld Stallyns and dreamed of jamming with Eddie Van Halen. If only they could have persuaded the legendary guitar hero to appear in the movie...
EDDIE VAN HALEN'S INFLUENCE ON BILL & TED
A few years before everyone was rocking out to "Bohemian Rhapsody" in their cars and shouting things like "Schwing!" and "Party on!" you had the air guitar from "Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure." Unlike the ironic knowingness of "Wayne's World," there was an innocent exuberance to the gesture, which Bill and Ted used as an expression of happiness, agreement, or triumph.
While Bill and Ted may have been the ones who helped spread the air guitar into popular culture beyond rock music, they were by no means the inventors. The history of the air guitar can be traced as far back as the 1860s when pretending to play an invisible instrument was regarded as a sign of mental illness, while Joe Cocker miming the opening notes of a tune onstage at Woodstock in 1969 is regarded as the "formative moment" of the gesture.
Skip forward another 20 years and the boys' use of the air guitar is clearly inspired by their taste in music. As Southern Californian lads growing up in the '80s, we're talking AC/DC, ZZ Top, Kiss, Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Frank Zappa, and, of course, Van Halen. Alex Winter explained (via Rolling Stone):
"The image that Eddie had runs through all of our movies. Bill and Ted are supposed to be into hard rock. But were these sunny, optimistic California guys. And that's really embodied by Eddie Van Halen. We talk about Iron Maiden a lot, but I think we would have come up listening to Van Halen and the positivity that was infused in the music. [...] ​​And I always thought of Eddie's incredible physicality with the air guitar stuff, and just the way these guys would have seen him and how that would have impacted them."
EDDIE VAN HALEN WAS APPROACHED FOR ALL THREE BILL & TED MOVIES
It's always a thing of pure joy watching a musician with absolute mastery of their instrument, both fully in command while also completely surrendering themselves to it. If you watch a video of Eddie Van Halen performing his epic solo of "Eruption," you'll see the motion that Bill and Ted mimic so often in the movies: Yanking the fret skywards, fingers flying along the fret as if wrangling a powerful beast, perhaps a Wyld Stallyn. Yet for all his virtuosity, Eddie Van Halen was a modest, laidback character in contrast to David Lee Roth, the extroverted, pouting, poodle-permed frontman of the band.
Van Halen was so important to the vibe of the "Bill & Ted" trilogy that attempts were made to cast him in all three films, most notably as Rufus, the duo's time-traveling guide. Unfortunately, the sleeper hit original didn't have the budget for a rock star of Van Halen's status at the time. Alex Winter remembered (via Rolling Stone):
"We tried to get Van Halen into each one of the movies. [Laughs]. We asked him, but he said no. A very 'Spinal Tap' moment. [Laughs]. He was a famously private person and he wasn't, you know, the front man. He was extremely charismatic and he was always very genteel, but he always turned us down."
After Van Halen's death in 2020, screenwriter Ed Solomon revealed that the guitarist had once again been approached to play a part in "Bill & Ted Face the Music," but his representatives turned them down without revealing why. Solomon surmised that Van Halen's battle with throat cancer may have been the reason. It is sad that Bill and Ted never got to play alongside their hero; but with Van Halen's influence on the three movies, they still pay a fitting tribute to the legend.
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