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denimbex1986 · 1 year ago

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'It's July, which means it is also the month of Barbieheimer!

Light off some fireworks and don some pink because, in a little over a week, both Barbie and Oppenheimer will hit theaters. On July 21, these highly anticipated films will debut on the same day — and the world may never be the same. It's the movies, as God, Mattel, and Robert Oppenheimer intended.

But here's a little rundown in case this portmanteau has you scratching your head.

What is Barbieheimer?

If you are not, as the kids say, very online, you may be asking yourself, "What the hell is Barbieheimer?" Well, my friend, let me tell you — it is the cinematic event of the century. Not since Darth Vader told Luke that he was his father have we had a movie moment quite like this.

Barbieheimer is the mash-up of two films, Greta Gerwig's Barbie and Christopher Nolan's Oppenheimer. Some might say that a neon-pink Mattel toy and "death, destroyer of worlds" are counter-programming at its finest, but au contraire, cinephiles are here to tell you that the only thing that makes sense in this meaningless life is to see them both (preferably on the same day). While there are those that would paint this as a fierce rivalry, perhaps even a battle for cinema's soul, we prefer to think of it as an opposites attract rom-com.

As soon as people realized that these two highly anticipated movies (that are seemingly divergently opposed) were premiering on the same day, a new word was born — Barbieheimer. We believe it's listed in the dictionary as a synonym for perfection because Barbieheimer is the realization of the peak of human potential. It is, to borrow from another classic movie, the stuff that dreams are made of.

Is it "Barbieheimer" or "Barbenheimer"?

It's both, it's neither. Just like Barbie and Robert Oppenheimer, you can be whatever you want — a doctor, a prom queen, an astronaut, or even the inventor of the atomic bomb.

The thing about the internet is that no one agrees on anything and everyone wants to take credit for everything. Thus, the meme of this portmanteau has trended two ways — as both Barbieheimer and Barbenheimer. We suppose your preference is for whether you want to give more of the title to Barbie or Oppenheimer, but why choose when you can have both? (Though we draw the line at Oppenbarbie).

In the spirit of equity, Barbieheimer affords both films the same syllable count in the word.

What have the stars of Barbie and Oppenheimer said about Barbieheimer?

Just a reminder for when you're posting those thirst tweets that movie stars and directors read the internet too. Many members of the teams involved with Barbie and Oppenheimer have weighed in on the discourse about Barbieheimer. Imagine Christopher Nolan commenting on the Barbieheimer phenom — which he did! The filmmaker told IGN that he finds the obsession "terrific."

In a very "preserve the theatrical experience" type of way, he said, "Summer, in a healthy marketplace, is always crowded, and we've been doing this a long time. I think for those of us who care about movies, we've been really waiting to have a crowded marketplace again, and now it's here and that's terrific."

For her part, Barbie director Greta Gerwig is tickled pink by it all. "It's all love — double up, double up twice," she told The Hollywood Reporter. "I think you've got to see what the experience is, Barbie then Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer then Barbie. I think you've got to take all of the journeys."

Back in May, Matt Damon, who plays director of the Manhattan project, Leslie Groves, in Oppenheimer, was one of the first cast members to wade into the discourse. After Vanity Fair introduced him to the concept of Barbieheimer, Damon only had good will for both projects. "People are allowed to go see two movies in a weekend," he proclaimed. "Oppenheimer is one of them!"

Cillian Murphy, who plays the titular physicist in Oppenheimer, is similarly pro the double feature idea. "I can't wait to see Barbie," he told Spanish publication La Vanguardia. "I love Margot Robbie, I love Ryan Gosling, I want to see them now! I don't know what the debate is about, although it's not that I have an overwhelming opinion about it either. My advice would be for people to go see both, on the same day. If they are good films, that is what the cinema wins."

Even stars who aren't in either movie are getting in on the trend. Tom Cruise and his Mission: Impossible director Christopher McQuarrie encouraged fans to return to movie theaters this summer by posting photos of themselves with tickets for a Barbieheimer double feature.

However, Issa Rae, who features in Barbie, has some very specific thoughts about the order audiences should see the films. "[It's] hilarious," she told THR of the meme. "I love that there's solidarity though where people tried to pit us against one another, but now it's turned into like a double-feature situation. Obviously you should see Oppenheimer first and then cleanse your palate with Barbie. Oppenheimer is about an atomic bomb, people are gonna die. I want to end my weekend, I want to have mimosas and drinks and cocktails after Barbie, I don't want to like sulk."

What's the right way to watch Barbieheimer?

This brings us to the greatest question of our age — what order should you watch Barbieheimer? Is it better to start or end the day with Barbie? The internet is full of arguments for both preferences, but we're going to officially advocate for Oppenheimer first, Barbie second.

Look, we're journalists. We basically invented the concept of an all-nighter. We are not morning people. If we have to face our own mortality when we get up in the morning, we might as well do it while confronting the specter of nuclear holocaust too. Someone on Twitter suggested pouring yourself a cup of steaming black coffee and smoking a cigarette before you see Oppenheimer — and we endorse at least half of that (which half depends on whether our Health and Wellness officer is reading this). But let's be real, Oppenheimer is the hair of the dog — sobering and bracing in the utmost. It's a literal wake-up call.

Then, once you've plumbed the depths of man's capacity for evil, you can work through your existential crisis and your Oppenheimer-induced brush with nihilism with the aid of happy hour and some cosmopolitans ('cause they're pink, duh). Prepare your body to bathe in the magenta haze of Barbie. Ryan Gosling is just Ken, and you know what Ken? You're doing great, sweetie. Being just Ken is more than enough. Er, what's that? Barbie thinks about death too? Okay, maybe also book a reservation for post-Barbie drinks too.

Where can you find the best off-brand Barbieheimer merch?

Inside you there are two wolves and you need to let both of them out to play…

Just because Warner Bros. and Universal haven't teamed up on any movie swag doesn't mean there's not plenty of wardrobe options for Barbieheimer day. Designers on sites like RedBubble, TeePublic, and Etsy have created more designs than there are Barbie accessories.

We're big fans of this one, which features Barbie watching the pink mushroom cloud of the atomic bomb. It almost has Asteroid City vibes if you want to throw in another summer movie. Here's a similar take on the mash-up, this one with tons of t-shirt colors.

TeePublic also has plenty of Barbieheimer swag, including this t-shirt that conjoins Barbie and Oppenheimer's faces. If you want to get into the Frankenstein-assembled-parts nature of this odd mash-up, how about a Barbie t-shirt and an Oppenheimer t-shirt literally sewn together?

If you want something a bit more subtle, how about a baseball cap featuring Oppenheimer's famous cribbed quote, "Now I am Death, the Destroyer of Worlds" in the jaunty pink Barbie font? Might as well look cute while expressing your existential dread.

How are people embracing Barbieheimer?

Lest you think this is some internet trend with no application in the real world, think again.

Besides the aforementioned merch and buy-in from the stars of the movies, Barbieheimer is reaching the box office too. Variety reported that AMC Theaters has already sold over 20,000 same-day tickets for Barbie and Oppenheimer, suggesting that a not insignificant number of people are preparing to do the ultimate double feature. All that could add up to an awful lot of Barbie dream houses in ticket sales.

Whether you're the kind of person to think pink or one who walks around with a (mushroom) cloud hanging over their head, you can't deny the power and influence of Barbieheimer.'

#Oppenheimer #Barbie #Barbieheimer #Christopher Nolan #Greta Gerwig #Barbenheimer #Matt Damon #Leslie Groves #Cillian Murphy #Margot Robbie #Ryan Gosling #Tom Cruise #Christopher McQuarrie #Mission Impossible #Issa Rae #Warner Bros #Universal #Asteroid City #AMC Theaters

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agentcable · 7 months ago

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Chicago Fire Season 1 Ep. 2 "Mon Amour"

Severide is hiding a serious shoulder injury from the fire that killed Andy Darden. He grapples with guilt as he fights to rescue a construction worker trapped in a building collapse. Darden's wife Heather blames Severide for her husband's death at the annual firefighter's barbecue. At Hancock Tower, a call is made to an accident site where two teenagers are pinned in a vehicle beneath the falling debris of a broken window washer's cart. Casey and his fiancée Hallie work together to figure out their future.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Severide runs into Heather and the kids at the local cafe while grabbing a cup of coffee. He is genuinely excited to see them, but Heather is not. Kelly tells her that he has been meaning to come by, but Heather stops him, fire in her eyes. She claims that Andy would have never become a firefighter if he had not known Severide.

The squad is called to extinguish a small kitchen fire, which they do within seconds. Severide becomes infuriated when he sees Mills with one hand on the ladder, shouting, "Men die when they relax!" He then goes to Leslie, who hands him another mysterious medicine vial, the last one.

The Firefighters at the firehouse are eagerly anticipating the annual barbecue. Severide attempts to avoid the event upon learning that the Dardens will be in attendance by taking an extra shift, but the Chief denies his request. Herrmann, who has returned from the hospital, enters the firehouse with a limp and informs the group that he may never walk straight again. After exchanging concerned looks, Herrmann surprises everyone by hopping up and doing a little jig, revealing that he was only joking.

The Chief introduces Nicki Rutkowski, who will be assisting with the payroll. As she steps in, eyes widen; she is stunning with long limbs and mysterious smiles. Nicki is the daughter of an old friend, and the Chief expects everyone to treat her like family. However, there is already some tension between her and Severide.

The squad is called to a site where three men are trapped under a collapsed building foundation. Two of the men are badly injured but saved by the squad. However, an older man named Peter is trapped beneath the boulder. Despite the unstable structure, an over-eager Severide climbs down to where Peter is. Peter is in terrible pain, but he talks to Severide and asks him to be completely honest about his condition. Severide informs him that he is likely bleeding internally and the situation is dire. Dawson examines him and determines that in order to have any chance of survival, Peter's leg must be amputated.

Severide and Peter converse amicably while waiting for the trauma surgeon to arrive, attempting to lighten the mood. Peter advises Severide to marry soon and shares stories about his wife Georgie, the love of his life. As the time passes, Peter requests that Severide take care of his leg so he can go home. Casey warns Severide that they need to evacuate as the structure may collapse, but Severide insists on obtaining a saw and keeping Peter engaged in conversation.

The trauma surgeon arrived, but Severide crawled out of the hole and informed them that it was now a recovery mission. As he walked away from the scene, he glanced down at his black gloves, which were covered in blood.

At the firehouse, Herrmann and his family surprised Shay and Dawson with a homemade sign to thank them for saving their father's life. Meanwhile, Severide watched on, distressed that he couldn't save Peter.

Later, the crew attended a meeting to discuss the mistakes made during Darden's death, hoping to prevent future tragedies. Severide couldn't bear to be there and escaped to the bathroom stall to inject the mysterious medicine into his arm.

Heather drives to Casey's house later that day to discuss the upcoming barbecue.

They decide to go together. Shay and Dawson deal with an inebriated man causing trouble in an Irish bar. They loaded him up, and he rudely grabs Dawson's behind with his bare hands, causing her to react. As they treat him in the ambulance, Shay mentions rumours about Casey and Hallie's reported split. Dawson becomes excited at the news.

At the barbecue, everyone is dressed casually except for Mills, who shows up in full uniform. He is still being teased by the others. Casey, Dawson, and Shay sit at a table with their partners, getting to know each other. Dawson informs the group that she has been taking medical school classes. Hallie kindly offers Dawson the opportunity to shadow her at the hospital for additional experience whenever she desires. Dawson appreciates the gesture but is also secretly frustrated that the fiancée of a man she has feelings for is a genuinely nice person.

Heather Darden arrives with the boys. Casey immediately scoops them up, ensuring they feel comfortable playing with the other kids. Hallie watches, touched by how well Casey interacts with them. Nicki introduces herself to Severide by the beer cooler, making it clear that she's interested.

Meanwhile, Casey strikes up a conversation with Dawson, asking her about her date. Hallie watches from across the field, concern wavering across her face. She senses a connection between them, even if it's unspoken.

After the barbecue, Nicki arrives at Severide's apartment with his jacket. She returns it and tries to kiss him, being forward. Severide is amused but declines, saying that he wants to watch the Cubs game. Nicki walks away down the hall, disappointed but not defeated.

At Severide and Shay's apartment, Shay mentions Heather Darden, but Severide refuses to discuss her. Lately, he has been making enigmatic phone calls, leaving voice messages for an unknown person to call back. The squad is called in for another emergency: rescuing two young women trapped under a window washer's cart that blew off 40 floors up and crashed onto a parked car due to high winds. Julie is trapped in her seat after the accident. The firefighters are racing against time to rescue her, as debris from the cart continues to fall onto the sidwalk. Severide is using a saw to open the car door while the cart above swings in the wind, suspended by a single rope. The crew rescue Julie in time. Severide returns a call and promises to meet the caller at the agreed-upon time.

Later that day, Casey visits Hallie at work and asks to start fresh. He wants to put their issues about children, work, and life aside. All he wants is to be with her. He slips the engagement ring back on her finger, and they embraces with full hearts. That night, they join the crew at a bar where everyone relax and share rounds of shots. Dawson briefly looks at Casey's arm around Hallie. Hallie inquires if Dawson considers doing rounds with her at the hospital, stating that Dawson has more experience than many of the Ivy League students attempting to become doctors.

Severide walks up the steps to a suburban house on a dimly lit street, holding his phone. Suddenly, a video of Peter, the deceased man from the building accident, plays on the phone. The video is addressed to Georgie and is a goodbye message. Georgie watches the video on Severide's phone while he sits beside her on the couch. In the video, Peter tells Georgie that Severide is the kind of son they always wanted to have, but never did. Georgie looks over at him with tears streaming down her face, and Severide returns her glance, his dark eyes red-rimmed. The video ends with Georgie embracing him, thankful for having heard her love's final words. The camera lingers on Severide's face, his eyes bearing the weight of the world, all the things he cannot say out loud.

#USA #TV Serie #Action #Emergency #Drama #2012 #One Chicago #Chicago Fire

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shewhowillrise · 4 months ago

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Ra’s pulled Jason back above the green, letting him take in burning air, “give up boy, you can’t win here.”

Ra’s dumps his head back in, but Jason grabs the man’s shirt by the collar, forcing Ra’s for follow him down.

“You’re right,” Jason coughed out when they were both standing, “I can’t win. But, you don’t have to either.”

Ra’s scoffed, “you said it yourself brat, one of us die, your body dies.”

“If that’s what it takes to protect my family from you or what you did to me, then so be it.”

Two minutes earlier

Leslie was drive like a bat out of hell. Alfred had called, apparently Bruce got someone pregnant, and knowing her luck, it wasn’t going to be a normal person. Kid’s probably gonna pop out with powers, or claws for hands and try to cut off her head, or- her truck is flying. Her truck is no longer of the damn road. She is eye level with the buildings.

A normal person would scream right about now, her? “This might as well happen.”

“Buckle up and keep all hands inside the vehicle please!” Yelled a voice she wasn’t expecting to hear here. Well that explains the flying. Oh no Bruce and Superman didn’t make a hybrid baby and she’s gonna have to help birth a kryptonion is she?

She got of her truck and saw all the yetis rushing around-oh my god was that the second Robin who always asked her Greys Anatomy questions? And was he dying again? Keeping Gotham patched up after the first death due to Bruce’s inability to go to therapy was rough enough the first time.

“Over here Doctor!” Alfred called from a separate medbay room. Oh thank god. Birthing a half bat half krypton sounds better then whatever the yetis are doing.

Fright emerged, wearing black cargo pants, black sweater, and a pair of combat boots. Not the picture of a knight, but it did make Bruce think of himself.

Fright nodded to Zantana as thanks for his summons, handing her a coin, before walking over to Frostbite.

“Damn it.” Was the first thing he said.

“What is it?” Frostbite asked, not pausing in preparation.

“I thought I took care of all the Lazarus Pits,” he says, rolling up his sleeves.

“Laz-yurs Pits?” Frostbite asks.

“Ecto that seeped into this world from the time of Pariah Dark. You were isolationist at the time, but in order to get followers as…morally bendable as him, myself included, he poisoned the ecto supply. Corrupting anything it touched.”

DC x DP Prompt

Danny ends up helping the BatFam as someone who can speak to ghosts (Constantine and Zatanna are unavailable but recommended him).

It’s only after the mission does Danny turn to Batman and says “He doesn’t blame you for not making it in time. He’s mad Joker’s not dead, but he understands you tried and now that the anger is gone, that you can’t. Stop beating yourself up about it.”

For the first time Danny can see emotion course through Batman’s face.

“Also he wants you to forgive yourself about putting him in the suit. He saw the stupid case in the cave. You didn’t make him a soldier, so stop calling him that. If anything, he was a loyal son, even at the end.”

#fright knight is played by John Boyega bc that’s what I always pictured #if u envision something else lmk #dc x dp #batman #batpham #danny fenton #jason todd #bruce wayne #dc x dp prompt #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt

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carpalfunnelcake · 2 years ago

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I’m Not Political

People these days make everything about politics, and I’m tired of it! I’m just here to have a good time and focus on me. That’s the only thing you have control over in this life, yourself. As I was telling that woman that had the gall to ask me for change at the bus stop, you need to focus on being more positive, and everything will fall into place!

People try to pull you into politics, you know? But politics are what happens in offices, there are whole groups of people who receive higher education in this, they are qualified to deal with it. I am not a politician, are you? So why are you trying to drag that ugliness into the conversation? I told as much to Julia at our last PTA meeting. Those poor women were so disorganized until I came along, it’s a wonder they got anything done, but that’s beside the point. The point is, I had just overturned the votes of the unfortunate moms who thought it would be a good idea to have a fund raiser for school supplies -- personally, I don’t have the time right now for another bake sale, so I don’t see how they could, either, unless they’re slacking on something. Hours of work, just for, I don’t know, some crayons and colored paper, like those kids can’t make do with plain paper and pencil, like the rest of us! Well, I put a stop to that. And Julia, I mean, that poor thing, with two kids like that? But anyway, she said something about how it figures this is how the political climate ends up when a society doesn’t value the arts. And I told her, well, when you value the arts a little too much, Julia, you get your Anne. She asked me what that’s supposed to mean, and I politely explained that maybe her teen should keep her whole “lesbian” thing to herself a little more, for the sake of polite society. And then Leslie took that all personally, and started talking a bunch of bunk about me discriminating against the lgbt-whatever, and said that as someone married to a woman, she’s not okay with this attitude in the PTA.

Well, that was it. I’m kind of the head of the PTA here -- pretty much unanimously picked! -- and I said I thought we had agreed we would not pull political issues into our meetings, as we need to maintain a sense of harmony. We hold the fates of the future leaders of our community, for god’s sake! And that’s when Leslie started spouting claptrap about her identity. Okay, Leslie! I told her, nobody asked you what you’re doing behind closed doors! We’re all aware of your little eccentricity, I said to her, but I was hoping you’d be a little more respectful towards the school rules. For an example, there’s a clearly stated school rule about there being no political statements expressed on clothing or jewelry. Yet every time I’ve seen Leslie, she’s wearing her wedding ring -- picked out by her WIFE, a woman! I explained that I've had enough of this, and that she is free to leave -- I have unanimously voted her out.

That’s when things got ugly. Honestly, some of these women, I don’t know why I accepted them into the PTA. One of them is from Iraq, for God’s sake! I mean, what could be more political? She could have worked a little harder to hide it. I’ve told the PTA members many, many times that I don’t see color, yet she’s continued to speak with that accent; you can tell she’s not from Indiana from a million miles away. It’s like she’s not even trying to integrate with the community -- and we’ve been so kind to her! Just remember the American flag cake we got to welcome her family to the school. That was a special order from Kmart!

Anyway, in the end, I did go to the principle and lodge a formal complaint against a few members of the PTA. I laid out a very convincing case, and he told me that he will definitely think carefully on what measures to take. As I said to him, I care about this generation. I have worked very hard on being part of this community, and all these crap-stirrers that keep sowing division and discord by pulling politics into everything have to be stopped! Leave the politics to the politicians, I say. Once we stop affording the opportunity for these people to make trouble, we can finally have a nice, quiet, agreeable space for our children to grow up in. After all, I don’t want my Andrew to deal with any unpleasantness when he becomes class president.

#satire #politics #political #notpolitical #bigotry #centrist

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years ago

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Intervention

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs, intervention, friendships getting ruined, angsty

Pairings: Maddy Perez x Female Reader x Cassie Howard (platonic)

Summary: In which Y/N, Cassie, Maddy and Kat are trying to help Rue through an intervention but, a bitter argument starts.

Characters: Maddy Perez & Cassie Howard (played by Alexa Demie & Sydney Sweeney)

Show: Euphoria

Requested: I believe this was requested by @gillybear17

Author's Note: this fic is based off 2x05

You, Maddy, Cassie and Kat walked in. When you walked in you saw Rue standing there. Jules had told you what had gone down with Rue and her earlier just as a warning so, you all knew what you were getting yourselves into.

But she was your friend and all you wanted to do was help Rue so of course you would come and try to help her. You didn't want her to end up killing herself because of the drugs. You walked over and hugged Rue then Maddy did the same after you.

Leslie was there too which didn't shock you. Jules was the one who told Leslie what was going on, even though Rue freaked out at Jules for doing so but, honestly Jules was just doing what she thought was right and she did do the right thing by telling Leslie.

You, Cassie, Maddy, Kat, and Leslie spent a lot of time trying to talk to Rue and trying to give her solutions on trying to solve her drug problem. This was going on for a long time, you guys suggesting things to try to help her and Rue shooting them down.

And the whole time you, Maddy, Cassie and Kat were trying to help her and suggest stuff, not only would she shoot them down but she would say something rude to all of you while you guys were just trying to help her.

Rue got up and ended up sitting at the top of the stairs slightly holding herself. She was sweaty and did not look well at all. You and Maddy looked at eachother concerned then looked back at Rue.

"This can't make you feel good Rue, living like this, lying to the people you love, being mean to the people you love. This can't make you feel good about yourself." Leslie said.

"I don't care just fucking leave me alone please." Rue said.

"I know your in pain.." Leslie said walking closer to Rue.

"No fucking idea mom." Rue said.

"Let's get back into the car and let me take you to the hospital." Leslie said.

"I can't get clean I can't do that shit forever." Rue said.

"You don't have to. Just take it one day at a time." Cassie said. You and Maddy nodded.

"Yeah Rue, I know this will be a hard process but, you don't have to do it all at once, just take baby steps." You said. Leslie nodded.

"Hey Cass.." Rue said.

"Yeah?" Cassie asked.

"I have a quick question for you." Rue said.

"What?" Cassie asked.

"How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?" Rue asked. You stood there in shock that Rue just said that. Was Cassie really fucking Nate Jacobs, your best friends ex? Cassie stood there in shock and was trying to find her words then started laughing nervously.

"Wh- what? What are you talking about?" Cassie asked.

"How long have you been fucking Nate?" Rue asked again. Maddy looked both shocked and furious and she looked at you in disbelief. You looked back at Maddy with the same expression.

"I'm not." Cassie said still laughing nervously. You knew she was fucking lying, it was so obvious. "I'm not." Cassie said again. Maddy finally decided to speak up.

"What are you talking about?" Maddy asked.

"Yeah really, what the fuck is all of this about?" You asked.

"Oh I just I- I saw her get into his truck and then kiss him and drive off that was like what like uh like a month ago." Rue said.

"Uh-" Cassie said not knowing what to say as she stood there nervously.

"Are you kidding me?" Maddy asked. You looked as Cassie in disbelief.

"You seriously are just.. fucking around with Maddy's ex?" You asked. Cassie stood there in tears now as she looked around still stuttering nervously trying to figure out what to say next.

"Cass that's like.. really bad." Kat said. Now Cassie had just broke down and she was starting to cry some now.

"You're fucking Nate? Are you kidding me?" Maddy asked pissed off.

"Seriously Cassie, what makes you think this is okay?!" You asked. Cassie still stood there fumbling with her words.

"I- no I- I don't even know why she would say that." Cassie said.

"You're lying!" Maddy snapped.

"I- what the fuck Cassie! We can tell you are lying, you doing a terrible job and trying to lie about it." You said.

"Can we just table this conversation?" Suze said.

"No! No you expect me to stand here next to my best friend who's been lying to me about fucking my ex-boyfriend?! I'm literally gonna get violent!" Maddy said.

"No there is no need to get violent okay because we are having an intervention!" Suze said.

"I'm begging you. Let's just get into the car." Leslie said softly. Rue shook her head.

"I can't.." Rue said. As Leslie was trying to help Rue, Cassie was standing there and she was starting to cry uncontrollably.

"Oh your crying? You're fucking crying?" Maddy started to yell as she walked over to Cassie.

"I- Maddy! I know your mad but maybe we should talk about this later when Rue is better." You said but Maddy was too pissed off to listen.

"You fucking bitch, you're the one whose hurt?" Maddy asked. You and Kat followed Maddy trying to at least calm her down some.

"The most self-centered idiotic person I have ever fucking met! You fucked my ex and you're fucking crying?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Maddy said.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry but I don't give a shit who's fucking who, okay? If you're gonna keep talking about it get out of the room!" Leslie said.

"Absolutely. You're being an animal." Suze said. There was a bunch of yelling until Cassie spoke up again.

"I don't even know why you're believing her she's a drug addict!" Cassie said.

"Are you fucking serious right now Cassie?! Gonna say shit like that about Rue when she is right fucking there obviously struggling?!" You snapped.

"How long have you been fucking him? Be honest." Maddy said.

"Maddy, let's just do it later." Kat said.

"Kat shut the fuck up!" Maddy snapped. "Hong long have you been fucking him?" Maddy asked Cassie again. Cassie stood there silently. Maddy then turned in the direction Rue was in.

"Rue?" Maddy asked.

"I- Maddy.. you can see Rue's state right now, let's just not bring her into this." You said.

"Yeah we can just do it later." Kat said. Rue just sat there looking at them.

"Listen let's just get into the car okay." Leslie said.

"When was this?" Maddy asked Rue. Rue sat there for a minute then finally spoke.

"Right after New Year's." Rue said. Maddy was even more pissed and looked back at Cassie.

"You dumb fucking bitch! I'm gonna fucking-" Before Maddy could finish, Cassie ran off and ran upstairs.

"Don't fucking run away from me stupid bitch!" Maddy yelled as she started to run after Cassie but you and Kat grabbed Maddy.

"Okay that's enough Maddy!" Kat said.

"Yeah come on, it's not worth it, let's just go home.." You said. Before Maddy could protest you and Kat pulled Maddy out and left with her. You felt so fucking bad for Rue, you guys were suppose to be there to help her but then that shit happened.

You and Kat got into the car with Maddy and drove off hoping that she would calm down enough that the three of you could talk about it calmly.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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astranva · 3 years ago

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Stand Still Like the Hummingbird | Euphoria actress!Y/N

Word Count: 4k

Category: Fluff, angst

Warning: Euphoria s02xe05 spoilers, swear language, Euphoria's usual TW

Summary: Actress!Y/N is Zendaya’s older sister in Euphoria. Harry watches his girlfriend’s performance in episode 5 and he gets emotional.

When Sam Levinson reached out with the role years ago, you were skeptical.

The plot was heavy. It was a show about high school kids, but none of the topics discussed were anywhere near being light.

You weren’t reluctant over your determination to do your role justice, but you had quite the reputation of getting into the character so much that it affected your own life.

It was a show about drugs, death, depression, teenage angst, and so many heavy topics, so it was safe to say it was loaded.

“Only if you want to,” Harry had said so gently one night when you told him you were considering it, “It’s your choice. I’ll support you no matter what you choose to do.”

Bea Bennet was Rue and Gia’s oldest sister. In the show, you were 4 years older than Zendaya’s character, Rue. A sister who ached for her family, a friend whom the entire town of East Highland trusted and confided in. You were like an older sister for the teenagers in the show, being one they called for advice and help.

Harry had known that the fifth episode in the second season was one that had drained you in more ways than one; mentally and physically.

He could remember you coming home from set at 6 am after an entire day of shooting. You were quiet, face looking tired, hair disheveled, and after you had showered, you had quietly got into bed.

Harry had always been an early bird, so he woke up at 5 am that day and impatiently waited for you to come home, and when you did, he was cautious as he looked at you. He knew straight away that it wasn’t an easy day, and was proven right when he got into bed with you, no words spoken as he started to softly play with your hair.

It took you a few minutes to talk and when you did, he didn’t know how to feel:

“Can you hold me till I fall asleep?” You had asked, so delicately, and he did.

Harry held you. He kissed your forehead and continued to play with your hair, fully aware of the stress you go through and the effort you put into your performance.

Of course he anticipated that episode. That episode that seemed to take a toll on you like that, and as you sat beside him on the couch of your living room, he could tell it was no easy one.

Your nerves were all over the place that you couldn’t cuddle him like you usually did as you watched the show, and instead, you sat beside him, leaning into him with your knees up to your chest as you gnawed on your bottom lip.

“We don’t have to watch it,” Harry said, looking at you with nothing but care and love, his eyes gazing over your face before settling on your eyes, one hand reaching up to graze your cheek, “If you don’t want to watch it, if it’s too much–baby, we don’t have to watch it.”

You shook your head, “No, no,” you said, “It’s a great episode, H. I’m proud of it,” you began, “It’s just,” you sucked in a breath, “So fucking intense. And Zee–God,” you shook your head, “It felt too real.”

He nodded, a small smile on his face, “You know I’m proud of you, yeah?”

You smiled, nodding, “Yeah,” you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his, “Yeah, I know.”

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” you replied, smiling to yourself before his lips captured yours in a soft kiss.

“I want you to know that I’m not angry with you,” Nika who played Leslie, your mom, said as the episode began.

“Angry?”

“Yes, I’m not angry with you,” Leslie said, “I love you.”

“What are you talking about?” Zendaya, Rue, asked.

“I know you’re doin’ drugs again.”

“What? Did Gia say something about this?!” Rue screamed before footsteps were heard, the camera still on Storm, Gia, as she put on her earphones. Rue stormed inside Gia’s room, “Really?! You're gonna rat me out to fuckin’ mom over smokin' a little bit of fuckin' weed?!”

You, Bea, followed behind Rue, an angry frown on your face, “Don’t talk to her like that,” you warned.

“What are you talking about?” Gia asked, “I didn’t rat you out!”

“Oh shit,” Harry muttered, his hand going to your knee, his eyes barely blinking.

“Gia, you knew about this?” You asked, pointing at Rue.

“It’s not like that,” Gia replied.

“Okay, you know what? If you wanna fucking consider smoking some weed to help with my fucking panic attacks doing drugs then, yeah, sure, whatever. I was doin' fuckin’ drugs!” Rue said, getting out of the room, “Gimme a fucking break.”

You followed after her, “Don’t go around trying to fucking manipulate us by mentioning your panic attacks, Rue,” you warned again as Rue got inside her room, slamming the door on you. “Don’t slam the fucking door on me!”

“Don’t slam my door!” Leslie said in unison, approaching you before she opened the door to Rue’s room.

“Can you guys chill the fuck out? It's just weed,” Rue said, sitting on her bed.

“I'm not talkin' about weed, Rue. I'm talkin' about pills,” Leslie said.

Your eyes widened, glancing at your “mom” before looking back at Rue, “What?”

“I'm talking about opiates,” Leslie continued.

“You’re such a poor family,” Harry said, “Like-Like, you need serious help, my heart goes out to you. Or,” he shook his head, “You need a break. Bea goes through so much shit and she’s only, what? 21?” He sighed.

You tried to stifle your smile.

Harry’s commentary during the episodes was something you genuinely enjoyed to no end. It was like he completely forgot that you were sitting beside him, the very person who played that character he was ranting about, and it was why you trusted his judgement.

Rue stood in front of you, the both of you staring at one another, your jaw clenching as you tried to control your breathing and not cry despite your tearful eyes.

“You’re not a good person, Rue,” Leslie said from beside you, making Rue look at her with a small smile, “You’re smiling? Really? You’re proud of that?”

“You know what's a shame, mom?” Rue began, “My dad's dead. Kinda keeps you from admitting what a shit fuckin’ mother you are.”

“You’re out of fucking control,” you shook your head, turning around as she continued to talk.

“You hear that, Gia?!” Rue shouted, walking behind you inside Gia’s room, “I don't wanna put too much pressure on you, but you're probably gonna have to be a fuckin’ neurosurgeon, or maybe an astronaut,” she said, “Or maybe the perfect fuckin’ daughter like Bea here,” she pointed at you, “Has her life figured out. Isn’t a fuckin’ drug addict-”

“Alright, you little shit, I’m done,” you pushed her back, trying to push her out of Gia’s room, who was now crying.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Rue screamed, trying to push your hands away, only you gripped her.

“I will not let you traumatize our baby sister more than you already did,” you said, angry tears rolling down your cheeks, “You want to fuck up your life?” You pushed her out, her back against the wall as you neared her in the hallways, “You want to get fucked up? Get high? Overdose on some shit? You want that, don’t you?” You said, eerily quietly, and for the first time in that scene, Rue looked uncomfortable, “You’re a selfish little shit, Rue. Your dad died?” You pointed at her, your face nearing hers, “So did mine. So did Gia’s, and guess what? Mom lost her fucking husband, too, and he was an amazing fucking husband,” you shook your head, “Dad dying wasn’t as traumatic as the shit you put us through, Rue,” you said.

Rue reluctantly shook her head, looking away from you.

You hand moved, grabbing her face as you forced her to look at you, “Look at me,” you said, “Not so fucking loud now, huh? Are you not high enough for the confrontation?”

“Get the fuck off of me!” She pushed you back, making you stumble before she went up to your mom, “You wanna hit me? Do it. Hit me!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Gia screamed, going for Rue as she tried to get her away from Leslie, only for Rue to push her back.

Your feet were quick, and so was your hand as it collided with Rue’s cheek, “Don’t you fucking touch her!”

Leslie’s hand went to her mouth, watching as you grabbed Rue.

“Get out!” You shouted, pushing her out of the room again, “Get the fuck out of here!” You pushed her out against the wall, quickly locking the door behind her.

“Oh my God,” Harry whispered, sniffling, one hand reaching to rub his forehead.

It was a little ironic, but you wrapped your arms around him, and Harry seemed to need it because right as you did, his muscles seemed to relax under you, resting his head on your clavicle.

“Where are my fucking pills?!” Rue screamed as she kicked the door, your hands against the door despite the lock.

You looked at Gia’s bed, eyes falling on Leslie holding her in her arms as they both cried.

“You wanna tell me to stop doin’ drugs?!” She screamed before kicking the door again, letting it finally crack and fall before she stormed inside, you stepping back.

“Rue, please!” Leslie cried, hugging Gia tighter.

“Get the fuck out!” You shouted at Rue, “You’re fucking scaring them!”

“You don’t recognize me?!” Rue screamed at you.

You shook your head, “Stop it, Rue,” you muttered, your hands going up to tug at your hair as you turned away from her, shutting your eyes as she paced behind you before getting out.

“You wish I was different?! So do I! You fucking hate me! So do I!” Rue screamed.

You walked to Gia, cupping her face in your hands as you wiped her tears before leaning, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “It’s going to be okay, yeah?” You nodded, Gia shaking her head as she cried, you nodded again, hushing softly, “Go to my room. Can you do that, baby?” You spoke softly, “Can you, baby? Please, Gia,” you cried, “Please go to my room.”

“She’s going to do something stupid,” Gia cried, “Bea, I’m scared.”

“Me, too, baby,” you said, gulping before you visibly attempted to look tougher, “But she has us. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll help her, you know I will.”

“Bea…”

You hushed her softly again, “I don’t want you seeing that shit, Gia,” you shook your head, “Please, you’ve–you’ve seen enough,” you sniffled, “And I’m sorry. So come on, let me–let me take you to my room. You can,” you let out a small but dry chuckle, keeping a front for your baby sister, “You can go through my expensive nail polish collection.”

At this, Gia’s lips twitched to a small smile, not at her going through your collection, but because she knew you were trying to lighten it up for her. She nodded.

“Go, mom,” you stepped back before placing a hand on Leslie’s shoulder and kissing her forehead, “Go to my room with Gia.”

“Baby-”

“Please,” you enunciated.

“I lost one daughter, I’m not losing you, too,” Leslie said, although sternly, but with tears down her cheeks.

You took a breath, eyes set on your mom, “You didn’t lose anyone, and you’re losing no one,” you pointed at her, Rue’s screaming as she looked for her pills being heard over her throwing stuff on the floor, “I need you to stay with Gia, mom. Please. She-” you gulped down the tears, “Fuck, just go, mom.”

Harry was full-on crying at that point.

His sniffles were heard, sure, but his shoulders shook twice or three times and it had you kissing his head, brushing back his hair.

“She’s only 21,” he shook his head, “Fuck,” he exhaled, “It’s the shit older sisters go through. Like, there’s no dad, and now everything–Like, everything is on Bea’s shoulders,” he pointed at the TV, “She’s an incredible daughter, but,” he sniffled, “She doesn’t have to be. Like, that’s the point. You think she’s an incredible daughter because she seems so responsible and deals with everyone’s shit but she’s only–she’s only fucking 21, she shouldn’t be doing that.”

“I get, baby,” you said quietly.

“God, you weren’t joking when you said it was intense, and we’re only, like 10 minutes into the episode,” Harry chuckled, sitting up and glancing at you, “You okay?”

You nodded, “Are you?”

“Fuck no,” he chuckled, eyes going to the TV again before his arm went around you, bringing you closer to his chest, “You’re incredible.”

You only smiled and snuggled closer to him.

Rue was sitting on the floor against the wall, crying in the hallway, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she cried, looking up as Leslie and Gia moved out of the room and into yours, with you behind them to make sure they did as you said before you closed the door behind them and turned to look at Rue, “I’m sorry, Bea, I’m sorry,” she shuddered, “I didn’t mean to scream at you. I didn’t–I didn’t mean to,” she cried.

You leaned your back against the wall before your head fell on it, closing your eyes.

“I’m sorry but I need you to tell me where they are. I need you to tell me where the pills are, Bea. I need you to tell me where the suitcase is,” Rue said, nodding a little as she looked up at you, “Bea?”

You shook your head to yourself, your eyes still closed as you took deep breaths.

“Tell me where they are, Bea,” Rue tried again, “Fuck!” She stood with a groan, zooming past you and into Leslie’s room, “Where did you fuckin; put them?! I know they're fuckin’ in here, Mom! I know they're in here! What did you do with them?! What did you do?! Where the fuck are they? What did you do with them?” She paced in the room before going back to look at you.

“We flushed them down the toilet,” Jules’s voice was heard.

You opened your eyes, looking at Rue before standing up straight.

Rue’s head turned towards the source of the sound before she eyed you, her figure tensing and her face falling.

“You look embarrassed, Rue,” you said, “You embarrassed because Jules heard all the shit you said?” Your head motioned towards the living room, looking at Rue as her eyes got more tearful, trying to stifle her cries. You shook your head, “Don’t cry,” you said, stepping closer to her, “Don’t cry, Rue. Own that shit,” you enunciated, “Own the shit you said.”

“Fuck you,” Rue pointed at you, speaking quietly before she walked to the living room.

“A tough sister,” Harry said, “Bea’s a tough sister.”

“Isn’t she?” You smiled slightly, “That’s my girl.”

“Who needs a break.”

“Who needs a break,” you repeated with a nod, “Who really needs a break,” you chuckled.

“Yeah?” He whispered, brushing your hair before shifting so he could look at you, “I’ll give you the best break.”

“I already took a break when I finished filming,” you smiled up at him, “You took me to Italy, remember?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “And I’ll take you there again and again. I didn’t know–” he sighed, “I didn’t know it was that intense. I know you put your heart into all your roles, and this entire show has been so fucking stressful on you, but,” he shook his head, “Watching that–Watching you right now–You just, you really need a break. Big one.”

You hummed, getting comfortable back in his hold, “I think I just want to be around you, H. For as much as I can before you go back on tour.”

“I’m all yours,” Harry said, tightening his arms around you before pressing a kiss to your temple, “We’ll do whatever you want.”

“If you wanna help me, uh, you can honestly, you can just stay out of my fuckin’ life,” Rue told Jules, “Forever,” she chuckled, “That would be great because, honestly, looking at you makes me physically ill!” And with that, Rue stormed away.

Silently, you approached Jules, patting her shoulder, “Thank you for telling us, Jules.”

Jules nodded as she cried.

“I have mixed feelings towards Jules,” Harry said.

“Honestly same,” you said, “But like Rue said, you know? Jules loves being loved.”

Harry nodded, “She’s a little selfish.”

“Bit manipulative, too,” you added.

“Such a complex character,” he said.

“Rue,” you kneeled in front of her as she cried in the hallway, “I’m gonna take you to the ER, okay?”

Rue cried, nodding, “Okay.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “They can help y-”

“I’m sorry,” Rue cried.

“I know, baby,” you sniffled, wrapping your arms around her as she cried, “They can help you detox, okay?”

“Bea, I’m sorry for what I said,” she cried in your arms, “I am. Please forgive me.”

“You’re my baby sister,” your voice shook as tears fell down your cheeks, resting your head against hers, “I don’t care about that. I don’t care about any of it. Just you, Rue.”

“I’m sorry,” Rue repeated, “I just miss Dad.”

“Me, too,” you closed your eyes, trying not to sob, “I miss him, too. So much.”

“I miss him a lot,” she cried out.

“I know,” you stroked her hair, “Listen to me, Rue,” you pulled back, your hands going to her cheeks, “Can I take you to the hospital?” You asked gently, Rue nodding, “Yeah?” You wiped her cheeks from the tears.

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“Okay,” you breathed out, nodding, “Thank you,” you sniffled.

The episode followed as you, Leslie, and Gia got inside the car with Rue, all the way to when she opened the door and ran away.

“Rue! Get back in the car!” Your mom shouted.

“Bea! Bea, follow her!” Gia screamed.

“Fuck’s sake!” You screamed, holding onto the steering wheel as you tried to pinpoint where Rue ran off to.

“I’m betting Bea will beg them to disown her after this episode,” Harry said, making you laugh out for the first time since the episode began and at the sound, Harry’s eyes shifted from the TV to you, a smile instantly on his face, “What? You know I’m right.”

“Wow, do you read the leaks?” You jokingly asked mid-laughter.

“I think I just have an artistic vision,” Harry replied with a smug shrug.

Bea, your character, was knocking on Fez’s door, panting after having had left your mom and Gia in the car in the middle of a red light to run to every place you thought Rue would be at after she broke hell at Suze’s place between Maddy and Cassie. “Open the fucking door, Fez!”

The door opened, Fez on the other side, “Yo, Bea.”

“Is Rue in here?”

“Nah,” he shook his head, “She came by though.”

You tensed, staying quiet for a beat before you tilted your head slightly, raising a finger at him, “Fezco,”

“Shit,” he muttered.

“Fezco, did you give her anything? Because I swear if you did, I will fuck you up,” you chuckled bitterly, shaking your head at him, “Did you give her anything?”

“Shit, no, Bea,” he frowned, “Why you thinkin’ of me like that, bro?”

“I don’t know,” you replied sarcastically, “Maybe because you’re my baby sister’s fucking drug dealer?”

“Yo, Bea,” he sighed, his hand going over his buzzhead.

You shook your head, “You promised me, Fez. You promised me when she–” you paused, your breath getting caught in your throat as you heaved out a cry, “When she almost fucking died. You promised you would help her.”

“She was finna get some other mixed up shit, bro,” he spoke louder, stepping closer to you, “From other dealers.”

You stayed quiet, sobbing before you were on the ground, your head in your hands, “I’m losing her,” you sobbed, “I’m losing my fucking baby sister.”

“Shit,” Fez looked at you for a moment before he was beside you, hugging you, “You a fuckin’ G, Bea,” he said, “Rue’s lucky. She doesn’t know how lucky she is to have you.”

You sniffled, looking at him, “It’s not like it matters. Nothing matters with her. Just the fucking drugs,” you sniffled again, “Getting high. Going to all these fucked parties and getting so high that I can never recognize her, and–God,” you chuckled, “You know what’s fucking sad? She wasn’t clean. When she got of rehab,” you said, looking at him, “She relapsed as soon as she got out,” you said.

The way Fez avoided your eye contact told you enough. Your character had known Fez for years–enough to know when he was keeping something from you.

“You knew,” you whispered, “You knew,” you gasped out before pushing against his chest and quickly standing up, “You knew about Rue relapsing and you didn’t–You didn’t fucking say anything! You didn’t fucking tell me!”

“I’m sorry!” He said, standing up, “I couldn’t rat out on her, Bea. She’s family.”

“And I’m not?!” You pointed at yourself, “And she’s not my fucking family?! I fucking trusted you!” You pushed his chest, “Fuck you, Fezco,” you pointed at him, walking backwards, “And fuck your fucked up principles.”

“Is this the end of the Bea and Fezco friendship?” Harry asked, looking at you with wide eyes, “It was the most confusing relationship, and most complicated. Is it the end?”

You gave him a shrug.

“Aw, come on,” he groaned, “People don’t believe me when I tell them you don’t give me exclusive details.”

You laughed, “I will not give you spoilers, you know that.”

“But-”

“No,” you cut him off.

Harry watched the entire episode, giving audible reactions; sighing, sniffling, crying, gasping, cursing, and commenting. It was an understatement to say that he was engaged with it, and to say that he was proud? That was the understatement of the century, because he was sure he was beyond that.

The moment the episode came to an end, he remained still, eyes still on the TV.

You wearily stared at him, trying to read him. It took you a few moments to talk, “So…?”

Harry took a deep breath in, and that seemed to do it for him because as soon as he exhaled, his eyes were tearful. He reached up, pinching his nose as he let out a low chuckle before fully turning to face you and reaching out to bring you into him in an embrace.

His face was nuzzled into your neck, arms tight around you as he silently cried into your shoulder.

You soothingly rubbed his back, eyes tearful as you did.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” he said quietly, one hand going to the back of your head, “You’re phenomenal.”

You let out a teary laugh, hugging him tighter.

Harry pulled away, sniffling, “All that crying, the screaming, the running,” his eyebrows were raised up, “That–That range,” he shook his head, “I don’t know how you do it but you do it so well. Like,” he sighed, “God, Y/N,” he rubbed his eyes, “You know you bagged an Emmy with that episode, right?”

“Stop,” you shook your head with a smile.

“I’m not kidding,” his eyes widened a little as he looked at you, “I’m not kidding,” he repeated, “You and Zendaya. There’s no way your names aren’t being written and chosen for Emmy’s right now–right now, as we speak.”

“Harry,” you said quietly.

“And like, I know you don’t care that much about awards. I know you’re confident in your work,” he said, “But there’s no way you didn’t blow everyone’s fucking minds away with that episode–With your entire appearance in that show, fuck,” he chuckled, “I’m proud of you. I’m,” his hands were placed on your cheeks, “You were so good, baby. You were so good.”

At that point, you were crying as you looked at him, closing your eyes as he peppered kisses on your face, giggling at the ticklish sensation.

“I love you,” he muttered, “I love you, Y/N. Bea Bennett, Y/N Y/L/N,” he said, “I’ll take them all.”

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glittersandsourcherries · 3 years ago

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Home is where the heart is (part 2) | Fezco x Bennett!Reader

Summary: After a few days taking care of your family, you need a break from it all.

Pairing: Fezco x Bennett!Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: mention of drugs/overdose, mention of suicide

part 1

Leslie drove Rue to the ER - for real this time - and left you with Gia. There wasn't much babysitting to do. Gia was old enough to look after herself for a few hours. You did a lot of catching up, trying to distract yourself from waiting for the phone to ring with updates on Rue. She told you about her failing classes - maths were the devil - and opened up about how Rue's addiction affected her.

After a long day at the hospital, Leslie and Rue came home with prescribed pills to help with the opiate withdrawal. A rehab center would be a much safer place for her - especially since she still had suicidal thoughts -, but everything was full, leaving you with no choice than to take care of her at home.

The next two days were hard and draining - physically and emotionally. Rue had been doing so many opioids for so long that now, suddenly stopping was causing her to have intense withdrawal symptoms. Snotty nose, body aches, muscles, bone and joint pains, stomach aches, appetite loss, chills and more.

You helped walk to and from the bathroom, tucking her in blankets and running her warm baths to fight chills, making sure she took her medications and ate a little. You laid in bed with her, watching over her and wiping her tears.

Seeing her reaching this point in her addiction was heartbreaking and sometimes hard to watch.

At the end of the second day, you needed a break.

Hand in a small fist, you knocked two sharp knocks on the door. Your clothes were drenched from the heavy rain and sticking to your body - and you were getting cold too. Was he even home? The Cadillac wasn't parked in the driveway, but there was light coming from the living room window. Perhaps he was busy?

You should have called before coming.

Just as you began getting second thoughts, the door opened. There he stood behind the screen door, same old ginger beard and bright blue eyes.

You forced a shy smile. ''Sorry, it's late...'' You shifted on your feet, not really knowing what to say. ''I needed a break from home, I-'' You took note of his plaid pants and felt bad. ''I didn't wake you, did I?''

Fez shook his head. ''Nah.'' He unlocked the screen door, allowing you in. ''Come in. It's pourin' buckets.''

Like in those cliché movies, Fez got you dry clothes. You went to the bathroom and peeled the wet layers, switching them for a dry tee shirt with cartoons and sweatpants. They were both big on your body, making you look like Ashtray a couple of years ago when he wanted to look cool and would steal Fez's clothes. Being a couple of years older than him, the clothes would hang off his tiny frame.

You couldn't help but have a sniff at the shirt, a wave of nostalgia hitting you.

When you came out of the bathroom, Fez was sitting on the couch. The television was playing late-night cartoons and there was a leftover bag of chips on the table. You looked around for a sign of Ashtray, but he wasn't there. He must be sleeping or gaming in his room.

''You good?'' Fez asked after you sat next to him.

You nodded. ''Sorry to bother you at this hour, I didn't know where else to go.''

''My door's always open for you, shawty.''

The corner of your lips curled. You hadn’t realized until now how much you missed your old friend while at college.

''How is she?''

''Hanging is there,'' you replied honestly.

Saying she was doing well would be a lie - she was not well. The withdrawals were horrible and she was suffering.

''I don't recognize her, Fez. Her addiction took such a deep turn. She was taking fucking heroin. There were marks on her arm too. Was she injecting herself?''

Fez breathed out heavily, wiping his face with one hand. ''Shit...''

He couldn't believe her addiction had gone this far. She went from being a fourteen year old kid who came to him for weed after her dad died to a full on drug addict.

''I dunno what to say to that. Shit. I didn't know she was doin' that. Thought it was only pills and shit. Not...''

''How did this happen?'' you asked out loud. ''I…I don't want to lose my sister. I already lost my dad, I can't-'' You couldn’t bring yourself to finish your sentence. You couldn't let your mind go there.

''I don’t think Rue’s takin’ drugs to die. She just wants the high it gives her.''

You shook your head, your eyes watering. ''She...she told me she had planned to kill herself in a few weeks,'' you said, your voice cracking at the end.

Fez wasn't a physical person, but he saw the tears in your eyes and didn’t think twice, pulling you against him. You buried your face in his chest, and he could feel stray tears falling over his shirt.

When you woke up in the morning, your eyes were dry and you were still on Fez's couch. The floral knit blanket was covering your body, like the old days. You snuggled into it, smiling. No blanket felt like this one.

The house was silent, except for the sound of the appliances, meaning Fez and Ash were still sleeping. The curtains were closed in the large window, but you could see that the sun was up. You sat up, taking a glance at the stove and seeing it was 7am. Still early, you noted.

You were tempted to dip while Fez was sleeping, just like one does after a one night stand, not wanting to be more of a bother, but the flooring creaked in the hallway, making you whip your head around.

''Mornin'.'' Fez rubbed a hand over his face, half-asleep.

''Morning,'' you greeted back with a small smile.

''Slept well on my couch?''

''Eh, yeah. It’s pretty comfy when there’s no gun between the cushions.''

Fez chuckled, shaking his head at the memories. ''That was once,'' he defended.

''It could’ve gone off when I sat down. I don’t know about you, but I don’t fancy shooting myself in the ass.''

''If you were so worried about sleepin’ on a gun, you could’ve joined me in my bed,'' Fez said, a little cheeky.

His words took you by surprise. Unsure if he was flirting or just teasing, you casted your eyes down, chuckling dryly and playing with a loose thread on the blanket.

''I should get going,'' you declared, not ready for this conversation if it was the former. ''I…I need to watch over Rue. Replace Mom so she can go to work.''

Fez nodded in understanding. ''Aight. Come back whenever you wanna. Was great seein’ you last night, Y/N.''

''It was great seeing you to.''

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apostrophe--dog-blog · 7 years ago

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take a tag dump i guess. i still cant believe im actually making this damn blog

#* smiley trashbag ;; ( ic )#* out of puns ;; ( ooc )#* in the flesh. well. if i had any. ;; ( visage )#* isn't my brother cool? ;; ( papyrus )#* it's raining somewhere else. ;; ( toriel )#* 'cause someone really cares about you. ;; ( frisk )#* ngaaaaaaaaaaah. ;; ( undyne )#* mew mew kissy cutie enthusiast. ;; ( alphys )#* king fluffybuns. ;; ( asgore )#* take care of yourself; kid. ;; ( leslie )#((ill do more lateR))#((THESE TAGS LOOK SO BAD............))

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applesontheground · 2 years ago

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don’t mind me, i just wanted to write some tooth-rotting self indulgence. this is based on a realization that i own maybe three pairs of ‘plain’ socks and love showing off which ones i’m wearing that day to anyone who will listen. 🥺

headcanons - Bo Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Sam Wescott, & Leslie Vernon with a sock enthusiast s/o (gn reader)

Bo Sinclair 🕯️

It’s be teasing ammo initially. He’d say he thinks it’s a little dorky, but as the relationship deepens it’d become something he can’t deny that he finds utterly charming.

He’s def the type of boyfriend/husband/whatever that acts like he’s the only one that’s allowed to notice, though. It’s a little trivial, but if someone notices your socks he’ll almost be bothered and make a point to stare them down (depending if they’re a victim, which is double jeopardy because they’re in his town, prodding his s/o...)

Elbowing him, pulling your pant leg up slightly when you get his attention, and seeing that smirk grow on his face that says ‘i can’t believe you’ve actually gotten cuter in the span of like twenty seconds’ when he sees which pair you have on for the day? Yeah. 🥺🥺🥺

Bubba Sawyer 🐖

He’d be the same level of engaged as you are. If you’re lowkey about it and just show him in passing, he’s quick to tell you he likes them and leaves it at that. If you run up to him and are practically falling over yourself trying to show, he’s immediately hollering with you about it.

If you ever tore a hole or a thread came loose in a pair, you wouldn’t even have time to notice before he’d be going at them with his sewing needle. Sure, they won’t last forever but he’ll make sure they get more time at least.

Matching pairs of silly socks can actually be something that’s so personal. He probably already makes/shares in his own endeavors with you with homeade things all the time, so when you return that gesture with finding socks that remind you of him, you might as well be down on one knee in front of him.

Sam Wescott 🛶

You’d start hobbling on one leg and saying his name one day, and it’d stop him in his tracks. “What in the world are you doing? ... Okay, hold on, before I say anything else, are those roosters on your feet?”

After the initial confusion, he’d be smitten by the fact you’re so eager to show off your little collection -- especially to him of all people. It’d get to the point where he knows which are your favorites, what to expect on certain days with your outfits/moods, and if anyone in the room would care to see, you’d always have a cheerleader in him.

In the scenario where you’re a fellow camp counselor, Sam would totally make it a part of the briefings. “Okay, first order of business, we need to set up the kayaks by the shore before sundown. Second order, [Y/N] is wearing shark socks today. Take it away, [Y/N]. Absolutely adorable.”

Leslie Vernon 🍎

He initially noticed when he was preying on you because that was his first meeting with you let’s not kid ourselves and your pant leg had ridden up while you were trying to scale a fence. Are those chili peppers on [his/her/their] socks?

It’s endearing before the relationship, and absolutely adorable after the two of you start dating. He always tries to figure out which pair you have on before the day’s over if you’re not showing him yourself.

He’d even start making requests. “Tonight’s the night those teens from the park that we saw last week are coming to the orchard. Think that the socks with the sheep on them is our best bet, [Y/N].” It’s best not to ask why he chooses certain pairs.

#bo sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #sam wescott x reader #leslie vernon x reader #slasher x reader #headcanons #slasher headcanons #✏️#🕯️#🐖#🛶#🍎#wow i never write for sam :(#i should fix that some time soon :)#sorry i just needed to get these little scenarios out of my system #and in case you're wondering. i am wearing chicken socks today #every time i wear them i wish i could show bubba haha :')

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babeydollx · 3 years ago

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I need an imagine based on the intervention scene in episode 2x 05 where rue reveals Cassie and Nate’s relation ship. The reader is there because she’s best friends with all the girls (mostly maddy). The reader doesn’t have to be in a relationship with anyone but if you do have her in a relationship with anyone I would love fez yo be her boyfriend

Intervention {Maddy Perez & Cassie Howard}

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drug use, intervention, friendships breaking,

Summary: basically the intervention scene from 2x05 with Rue and the fighting between Maddy and Cassie.

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1.2k

a/n: I know the intervention was about Rue but since this request was more focused on the fight, I just put their names in the title.

Requested by @gillybear17