#Chet Donnelly

[slushi-chan]

Bill Paxton as Chet Donnelly in Weird Science

clips I used to make these are from movieclips on YouTube

[supes9]

"L.A., Engine 51..."

🚨 SUMMER OF 51’s (2024) 🚨            ⮑ Day 8:  Engine

[oldtvlover]

Hey guys,

Captain Hank Stanley when he first appeared in S2. The very first two episodes.

RIP Cap! And Chet. *sighs*

[madilayn]

Roy and Johnny

One of my favorite whump humor tropes

Caretaker: This might not be safe. This might be a bad idea.

Whumpee: What? When have we ever had a bad idea?

[Flashback compilation of every prior bad idea that has led to physical/emotional/psychological suffering]

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Gary Wallace e Wyatt Donnelly são dois adolescentes nada populares com o sexo oposto. Eles resolvem criar no computador de Wyatt a mulher que eles acreditam ser a ideal. Uma tempestade dá vida a ela, que é "batizada" como Lisa, que é sexy, bonita, determinada, desejada por todos, fiel aos seus criadores, mas com um modo de ser que deixa todos que cruzam o seu caminho desconcertados. Entretanto, problemas começam a ocorrer quando o implicante Chet, o irmão mais velho de Wyatt, sente que algo está estranho.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

From the fanfic writer emoji ask :) 🛒✨💖🦅✅

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I answered this one here.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I did this one in the last response, too, but I'll give myself another compliment. Writing, you help me sort through my own feelings and traumas and come to healthier reactions and conclusions than anything else in my life ever really has (other than venting to close friends). You've helped me realize what I need/want/deserve in relationships, and you've taught me better ways to speak up and create boundaries. Overall, you make me a healthier person.

💖 What made you start writing?

School assignments in elementary school. I had to write a poem (we all had to write a poem called "Silence") and it sort of went from there. Eventually, I started writing stories (they were always fanfics in some way; even if they were original, they had similarities with actual movie characters), and here I am.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Seat of my pants with some notes here and there on the Sticky Notes app on my computer. I can't do an outline to save my life because my brain never wants to follow it at that point.

✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to?

To be honest, humor. No matter what I write, even during the most serious sex scenes, one of the characters is gonna crack a joke or make a comment that'll make them both laugh. It used to "just happen," and now I've come to realize that apparently humor is something I'm really good at, so I don't even fight it anymore. Oh and "Easter Eggs." No matter what, my fics are going to have Easter Egg moments, like Tony calling people by the names of other characters in movies RDJ's been in (he calls Thor 'Chet Donnelly' when he's being a bully to Loki, or seems to be being one. Chet Donnelly is the character that Bill Paxton plays in Weird Science, which has RDJ in it, but it's like a triple Easter Egg because a) RDJ, b) Bill Paxton, who later would play John Garrett in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and c) Anthony Michael Hall, who would later play Mister Kitson in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D). Easter eggs started out as 'accidents' or little occasional haha's, but now they're a big part of my fics a lot of the time, even if my readers don't always catch them, and most don't comment on them.

Thanks for the asks!

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Thank you for making me into Chet now lmao. With that in mind would you please do first time with him? 🙏🙏

Losing Your Virginity to Chet Donnelly

Short - Chet Donnelly x Fem Reader - 1707 Words - NSFW

This fiction contains explicit content that is not suitable for minors.

Chet is your friend's asshole older brother and while you think he's a total doormat, something about him just does it for you. He always hassles you guys but you kind of like it, even though you'd have a hard time admitting it.

One night, you were playing truth or dare with his sister and your friends. They asked who you were crushing on and when you meekly admitted it was Chet, they all lost their minds. They didn't get it whatsoever and joked that he probably had a small dick so it would be a waste of your time.

However, the night that your friend had a big party, you had had a couple shots of liquid courage and snuck away from the party up to his room. You knocked on his door and he opened it, shocked at first then annoyed, "What do YOU want? I'm being pretty cool about this whole party thing, and I don't want to be bothered." Then you heard a lady moaning in the background from the tv. His face went red with embarrassment, and he shut the door quickly, rushing for the remote to pause the dirty tape. You were laughing outside his door. He opened it up again and scolded you, "Get lost." But you stayed, still looking up at him with the mischievous smile.

He was confused and angry, "What the hell are you doin? I told ya to get lost." You looked up at him with a sly grin, biting your lip. You looked down at your solo cup and made your move, "Y'know, I bet you would like not having to use your hand tonight." His jaw dropped and then his eyes were suspicious, "Whatever, who put you up to this? I'm not stupid..." You leaned further in the doorway, "No one put me up to it, believe me, I'd rather no one knew I was here."

He laughed, "Really? Well what makes you think I'd be into that?"

You smirked, "You still haven't shut your door, thought you wanted me to get lost?"

He smirked, knowing there was no denying he wanted you. He looked around, making sure there was no one around in the hallway and nodded to tell you to get in. He closed the door behind you, you looked back to see him laughing nervously. He rushed to shut off the tv before you noticed the paused porno still on the screen. He was nervous, not what you expected, and it was kind of cute. You confidently challenged him, “So, my friends think you probably have a small dick and that’s why you’re such an asshole all the time.” His brow furrowed as he defended himself, “I don’t have a small dick!”

You sat on the edge of his bed and playfully demanded, “Then prove it.” He shook his head with a smirk, standing in front of you. He reached down, about to undo the belt buckle of his camo cargo pants. He teased you, “You actually know how to suck a cock?” You giggled, your cheeks turning red, “Don’t know, never have before…” He paused, “Wait… have you even fucked before?”

You shook your head no and explained, “I haven’t, late bloomer I guess… but I was hoping you might take care of that, if you’re up to it…” He looked down at you like you were his Christmas and Birthday present combined. “You’re kidding…” he said, astounded and pleased, “well you came to the right place, princess.”

You tried to grab at his belt buckle, but he pushed your hands down and leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips. You asked him all coy, “Don’t you want me to suck you off?” He chuckled, “Nah, it’s your first, so I’ll make it extra special.” You were lost in the moment, nearly trembling in anticipation of what he was going to do to you.

He reached down, sliding his hands under your thighs, and lifting you further back on the bed. He climbed on top of you and continued to plant kisses on your lips and down your neck. As his tongue entered your mouth, you felt his hand sliding up the inside of your thigh and under your skirt. You giggled as his hand pushed your panties to the side and felt around for your clit. To your surprise, he found it with ease, pressing it gently in a circular motion. You gasped as you began to feel the tingles and wrapped your arms around him as he continued to kiss you passionately.

You could feel him getting stiff against your legs through his pants. You rubbed your thigh against him to further tease him, he groaned and smirked. He hassled you, “Does that feel small to you, princess?” You giggled, “I’m not convinced yet.” He snorted, “Yeah? Just wait…”

He got up on his knees and finally undid his belt. He pulled down his pants and his cock flopped out. Your jaw about hit the floor, it was indeed, not small. He chuckled, “Convinced?” You nodded enthusiastically as he pulled your panties down her legs and tossed them off the side. You bit your lip and asked, “You have a condom?” He nodded but corrected you, “Not yet, I want ya beggin’ for it.” He buried his face between your legs, and you gasped as he introduced you to the wonders of oral sex.

Your body was writhing and your legs trembling as he did unbelievable things with his tongue. You couldn’t help but press his head down and buck your hips. He only went harder when you did this, bringing you the closest you’d ever been to orgasm. But he abruptly pulled away. He looked down and laughed as he saw the startled disappointment in your face. The last thing you wanted was for him to stop. He leaned back over you and kissed you, his tongue sliding between your lips and entangling with yours. He whispered in your ear, “Beg me for it.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled, “And if I don’t?” He sneered, “You will.” He called your bluff and you thought about how bad you wanted him, his stiff cock twitching between your legs. You looked up into his eyes and you whimpered, “Please Chet, give it to me.” He smirked as he reached over you into the drawer of his bedside table.

After he put on the condom, he lined himself up and paused just to be a jerk. “One more time princess,” he demanded. You sighed, “Please… just put it in me.” He gently pressed against your entrance. You nagged him, “Come on, put it in.” He explained, “Nah, it’ll hurt, I gotta go slow.” It was the worst kind teasing. You were soaking wet and you wanted him to dick you down so hard. But his consideration for your comfort was also commendable and eventually worked it inside.

You reached behind you, clutching to his sheets and headboard as he started to absolutely wreck your pussy. His cock slammed in deep and had you moaning uncontrollably. He placed a finger to your lips, “You don’t want anyone to know, remember?” You rolled your eyes and tried to keep it down to whimpers, but it was so hard when he was absolutely crushing your guts and his head was ramming right into your g-spot.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and he clamped a hand over your mouth. He turned back to ask, “Doors locked, what?” You panicked as his sister’s voice was muffled behind the door, “Chet, have you seen Louise? We can’t find her.” He looked down at you with a mischievous grin as he resumed thrusting, calling back to his sister, “How the fuck would I know?” But your friend didn’t stop there, “But Chet, we’ve looked everywhere.” Chet rolled his eyes, still slamming into you, muffling your moans beneath his hand. He responded, “Not my job, keep better track of your friends.” Finally, you heard an exasperated sigh and her footsteps echoing down the hall.

He moved the hand from your mouth and reached over to his stereo, “Now you can be as loud as you want.” He cranked up the stereo so it was blaring louder than you could moan. Now, you didn’t have to hold back one bit.

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into him while he thrusted. Your legs began to shake as you felt yourself come closer and closer to your first orgasm. You moaned wildly as he pushed you further towards climax. You grabbed on tight to the sheets at your sides, your knuckles turning white. Instinctively, you began wrap you legs tightly around him as you could feel the mind-numbing pulse intensifying between your legs. You squeezed your eyes shut and leaned your head back. You squealed as the climax hit you, crying out, “Oh Chet! Yes!”

You screaming his name absolutely finished him and moments later you could feel his grip on your hips tighten as he finished inside you. He groaned as his body fell over yours. You wrapped your arms around him and tried to let your mind clear as you still felt him twitch inside you.

You pushed him off you and got up from the bed, looking for your discarded underwear. As you got back into them, he smirked and asked, “So? I proved you wrong, didn’t I?” You giggled as you headed for the door, knowing you had the perfect moment to bust his balls for once, “I don’t know, anyone can do something right once.” He laughed, “You bitch..."

As you opened the door, he got up to his feet trying to get his pants back on. He chased after you down the hallway, “Hey.” You looked back with a devilish little smirk, “What, Chet?” He gave you a big goofy grin, “Let’s do that again.” You teased, “Maybe.” He called you out, “You’ll be back.” You straightened yourself up as you made your way down the stairs thinking of how you would explain away your disappearance. As much as you wanted to play coy, you knew he was right. You would be back for more.  

[churchofeternalbillpaxton]

Repent, y'all.

[zodiyack]

Beautifully Concentrated

Pairing: Paul Andrews x Female!Reader

Warnings: Slasher shit, death mention, fluff

Words: 752

Summary: One of y/n’s favorite things about Paul is the look of concentration. No words can describe the beauty of it. (I couldn’t think of a summary)

Note: I have no idea if writing for Paul is a bad thing/idea but I do stand by my point of “he deserves to know no one’s against him and that he’s loved”...and I just am in love with Bill Paxton, but, long story short, I totally understand, if I need to delete this, I’ll do so with no arguments

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​

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He’d promised her a trip to the library, but of course, his father had given him a responsibility involving the mortuary. Nonetheless, Paul complied to his father’s wishes, agreeing so long as he and Y/n could enjoy a date with some content reading before the day ended. So they went and the usual routine begun in no time.

“So, who’re you working on today?” She swung her legs back and forth as she perched on the cold metal of an empty table. On the table opposite to her was a sheet covered corpse, her boyfriend standing beside it as he put on all the necessary coverings.

“A woman of youth. Passed peacefully in her sleep. Such a shame, she was so young.”

“Death is cruel, but life can be so much crueler.” Paul nodded in agreement to Y/n’s remark before removing the sheet and getting to work. He was concentrated and made the seemingly scarring work appear interesting, as if it were a passionate hobby he’d picked up. Truth be told, spending years in a mortuary took away his ability to feel any different than moderate. He didn’t always like the social effects that came with being an embalmer though.

Moments into the embalming and he was already absorbed in his task. He wasn’t the only one in the room enthralled with something. Y/n was fixated on him. The way he subconsciously furrowed his brows as he tilted his head- the fixation accentuating his features.

She was ever so entranced by the look of focus on his face. Paul made small talk every now and then and all she could do was hum a response despite not completely processing anything that came out of his mouth. Eventually, she stopped watching and excused herself from the room, kissing Paul on the cheek lightly prior to leaving.

The halls felt so empty, which they quite literally were, but it gave her a sense of peace. Slowly, she made her way around the mortuary, enjoying a nice little walk whilst her boyfriend was occupied with his job. It didn’t surprise her when she bumped into Paul’s father, Hank, as he was the owner and, obviously, Paul’s dad.

“Mr. Andrews! My apologies, it seems I was lost in my head there.”

He gave her a silent nod. Hank Andrews wasn’t always the best man, however, he wasn’t utterly horrifying either. Some were intimidated by him and weirded out by his son, but Y/n found herself engrossed with their lives. Although it wasn’t long before Hank warmed up to her, he still didn’t verbally confess his approval.

“Is Paul still working?”

They were a few feet away from the doors to the embalming room, so she assumed Hank had just been in there. “Yes. I believe he’ll be done shortly, though.” He gave her a curt goodbye before setting off to wherever he spent his time.

She knocked softly on the doors, opening one as quietly as she could and slipped in, closing it behind her with a nudge of her foot. The table was once again her uncomfortably cold chair. As discomforting as the metal was, the feeling slipped from her mind the second her lips connected with Paul’s.

“Your father said you should be done soon.”

“Indeed. I’m just finishing, then, we’ll be off to the library.” The smile he gave her evoked butterflies to swarm around her stomach and a feeling best described as her heart doing a backflip. She hummed and sat back to watch his beautify concentrated expressions, him her own personal entertainment for the rest of their lives whether he knew it or not.

“Do you think you’ll read me some of those poems while we’re there?”

“If that’s what you’d like.”  Paul replied without moving his eyes from the body he worked on.

She’d always loved it when he read to her. The soft tone of his voice as they both relaxed, the stress-free moments finally easing their tense minds and bodies. The way he dropped his voice to almost a whisper. “Yes please.”

Most of all, “Any preferences for today?”

“Nothing, really. I’m fine with anything as long as you’re reading it with me.” She loved the look of concentration on his face as his eyes scanned over the words sprawled across the page even as she played with his soft hair, when every muscle in his body was slowly untensing as he eased into her touch.

He was always so beautifully concentrated and he didn’t even realize it.

[slushi-chan]

More Chet shots that I thought were funny

[supes9]

Johnny bubblegum flaunter Gage

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Weird Science (1985)

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@chaotic-hypnotic-erotic

[whatisthismandoinghere]

Who saw this 12 year old boy and said "you know what? he should play a fireman"

Chet, I love you babe, but you need a mustache.

Like how am I supposed to take this seriously:

[madilayn]

Some very very sad news to share for fans of Emergency!

Today the LA County Fire Museum shared the news of the sudden and unexpected passing of actor Tim Donnelly who played Firefighter Chester B Kelly on the show.

I’ve shared a screenshot of the announcement from the museum below. This is confirmed as the museum was advised by his family.

“The Phantom” will never be forgotten, and we all know Henry will be waiting with a space on his couch for his favourite person.

Tagging @johnnys-green-pen @hitchcock-winter @penaltybox14 @dying-redshirt-noises @its-skadi @emergency51 @squad51goals and all of the rest of the Tumblr E! Fandom.