#and then things get a bit funny and Tommy feels like it’s his fault and he has to apologise

[theotherbuckley]

Okay but Tommy drops out of high school — he told his father he was gay and he told him he could either be homeless or go to military school. He goes to military school and joins the army and he likes flying the helicopters because it means he doesn’t have to do any of the killing himself. And he makes some friends.

There's one guy who's like the squad leader who's a few years old and built like a Greek god and Tommy's young and a little bit in love. And they're friends maybe even family because this whole group of people spend every waking (and sleeping) moment together. And they all talk like a family and they all say they love each other and tease each other and it's nice. And one night it's just the two of them trading a flask of some sort of alcohol that Tommy doesn't know the name of and the man asks Tommy why he joined the army and where he wants to be in five years and Tommy trusts this man. He's half way in love with him so he doesn't even think twice before he tells the story about the time he came out to his family and his father nearly beat him to death before sending him here. And the conversation tapers off after that and he doesn’t register the change in the air but when he wakes up the next morning he’s being dishonourably discharged because he poses “unacceptable risk to the high standards of morale, good order and discipline, and unit cohesion that are the essence of military capability”. He knows what that means.

Tommy joins the fire department because he doesn’t know what else to do. He represses anything regarding his sexuality because he knows now that it’s wrong. He almost feels like he has a family again because his captain seems to like him and some of the guys are cool even if they say things he doesn’t agree with. And then he starts agreeing because maybe they’re right and he’s wrong and he’s just inherently wrong. So he follows their leads and is just straight racist because that’s how he can fit in.

And then a black lesbian woman joins and says she’s a black lesbian woman and Tommy doesn’t understand that either because you can’t be queer you just can’t be because it’s wrong.

But he nearly dies and and an Asian man saves his life and a black lesbian woman comes up with a better idea than any of them had and she tells them she’s no different and she is just as capable. So he improves himself he does and he tries to be better but he still can’t be who he is because the last 2 times he was honest about that he was betrayed.

Tommy leaves the 118 and “don’t ask, don’t tell” is lifted and he meets this guy he likes who likes him back and the 217 don’t seem to have a problem with the gender neutral pronouns and he slowly but surely lets himself open up again and be who he is and when the thing with that guy doesn’t work out because he’s moving to New York and Tommy’s not sure he’s ready to leave, it’s okay because his crew is there and they support him and he can still be himself.

[lace-coffin]

Hi! Can I ask how the slashers would feel if they ever accidentally hurt their s/o? Gender and everything is up to you!

How slashers would react to Accidently hurting their S/O

Thank you so much for my first ever request ah! I hope you enjoy 💖

Requests are open!

Warning for blood/injury - mild sexual content/reference to sexual activity and power dynamics -unhealthy relationships (I think?)

Reader is gender neutral!

Bubba sawyer

Most likely happened via Bubba playing too hard and Accidently pushing you over or being a bit too heavy handed with you. If it’s a case of them mistaking you for a victim and catching you with their chainsaw before being able to stop then they’ll be even more in inconsolable : (

Stops and stares for a minute to process what’s happened before devolving into full blown panic.

She’ll drop whatever she’s doing to carry you back to the house, even if that means letting the victim escape and having Drayton yell at her.

Will hurriedly explain in rushed sign to either Choptop or Nubbins to go take care of the victim as he’s busy caring for you.

Checks you over frantically. Please explain you’re going to be ok and help them calm down.

Once he knows you’re not in any danger he’ll feel absolutely awful about it and whine apologies to you even if you tell him that it’s ok and it wasn’t their fault.

Please comfort them once you feel better and reassure them.

Will insist you come up with a verbal and nonverbal sign to give if they’re accidently messing around to hard.

Will make you agree to stay in the house out of the way when victims are around so you don’t Accidently get hurt again.

Thomas Hewitt

After another night of Hoyt berating him for things out of his control, Tommy storms off to the basement to cool off. You follow after him, intending to comfort and wanting to help. You place a hand on his shoulder without thinking, forgetting he doesn’t enjoy physical touch without warning, thinking it might help. Whipping around he grabs your wrist a little too hard, causing you to wince.

He snatches his hand back as soon as he realises what he’s done.

Tommy will bring you to Luda may to have her check you over and assess the damage.

Once he knows you’re safe he’ll confine himself to the basement for a few days, only coming out to eat but even then it’s tense.

He’s truly sorry and feels like all those people who called him a monster and an animal were right, he hurt the one he cares about most, after all.

After a few days apart, a lot of hushed words of affirmation and kisses/nose bumps he’ll feel comfortable being with you again.

You know to let him cool off by himself and come to you when he’s ready after a heated argument now.

Michale Myers

You jump out at Michael thinking it would be funny to catch the shape off guard for once and not the other way around. Unfortunately this backfires and he swings his knife at you, thinking it may be an intruder since you’ve never pulled something like this before, You manage to jolt out of the way but the knife still catches you in the shoulder. Thankfully, it’s only superficial and will heal, but it still looks like it needs medical attention.

Initially Michael looks at you unamused, granted it’s hard to tell what he’s feeling underneath the mask. He gives you a kind of “well If you weren’t being dumb this wouldn’t have happened” attitude. However this is a front for the actual panic he refuses to show on the surface.

Having a few cuts and scratches isn’t super uncommon when your with Michael considering his tastes involving knives in bed ; )

Usually hurting others comes naturally and without remorse to Michael, so it shakes him to his core that he’s actively worrying about your wellbeing instead of feeling the usual indifference.

It disturbs him that he actually cares about someone enough to feel remorse for his actions.

After unceremoniously pulling your shirt off and looking the wound over he forces you go to A&E, practically marching your ass out the door.

Since he’s basically an escaped criminal he can’t exactly casually walk in the hospital with you, however he will stalk you the entire time, lurking close by to make sure you arrive and leave safely.

Although he usually has his guard up he vows to try be a little less bristly with you from now on if it means he doesn’t have to see you hurt and feel that awful tug of regret/worry in his chest.

Jason voorhees

You went out looking for Jason one night after he hadn’t returned to the cabin by his usual time. You were worried he’d been overpowered by a group of trespassers or caught in a trap and didn’t have any way to communicate that to you. The woods were beautiful but so dense and vast, getting lost or injured in the thick of them may as well be a death sentence.

Whilst searching for your missing partner you get your leg snagged in a bear trap he had set out previously for the trespassers. You howl in pain as you hear the sickening snap of your ankle between the traps jaws.

Jason was trudging his way back to the cabin when he heard it. Knowing that wasn’t a rougue teen as he’d cleared them out already, alarm bells went off in his head. He stormed to scene as fast as he could.

He could have sworn his undead heart stopped for the second time as he saw you sitting there in agony, murky blood seeping into the forest floor.

He rushes to your side and looks frantically between the trap and your teary face, he knows he’s going to have to disengage the traps and for you it’s going to be..less than pleasent.

He signs for you to grip onto his arm for support. Since he’s already dead and regenerates fairly quickly he feels it’s the least he can do to let you grip his arm for dear life as he wrenches the trap from your shattered ankle. If you cause any damage to his arm (which is very unlikely) it will heal up in no time anyway.

Once he’s carried you back to the cabin he’ll be frantically following Pamela’s directions in his head for what to do and how to clean/ wrap it.

If the damage is extensive he’ll relent and let you go to the hospital, only if a trusted friend takes you though, he’ll be sitting by the window of your shared cabin every minute until you return back to him.

You’re no longer aloud to be out in the woods after dark alone if he’s set traps. You both carry whistles now so if he’s not home and you need to know he’s safe you can whistle to each other and feel more at ease.

Billy Lenz

Interacting with Billy when he’s having an episode is never a good idea. You thought it would be fine to just be in the room though, providing you stay out of his way. As you enter, Billy is in the midst of trashing his attic once again, the disgusting feelings bubbling in his chest too much to bear. You enter just as he’s angrily thrown an old glass christmas ornament at the floor that the sorority had kept in storage. It shatters and flecks of sparkling glass scatter along the floor. One piece catching you in the hand in a nasty glass splinter. You swear under your breath and rush off to take care of it.

Billy doesn’t even realise what’s happened until you return to him, him now having exhausted himself and you knowing it’s safe to try do some damage control. You bring him a sandwich and juice knowing he’ll need it after all the energy and tears he just used up.

Your hands touch as he’s accepting the plate from you with a muted “thank you” and he notices the bandage.

Billy essentially bristles up like an angry cat at the idea of someone hurting his piggy and demands to know who did it and what happened.

Once you tell him it was actually from the ornament he feels horrible. He doesn’t even remember it happening with the state he was in.

He snuggles into the crook of your neck and mumbles apologies into your skin.

Billy will place sloppy kisses over it as an apology until you forgive him. (Not exactly hygenic since it’s an open wound but i mean…you’re dating the attic rat)

Brahms Heelshire

When living with Brahms there isn’t usually much to injure yourself on considering the estate is fairly out of the way from the rest of the village. You most likely caught yourself on a pair of sheers. Brahms is being stubborn about you being out of the house and slings the sheers in your general direction from the door frame when you ask for them. You don’t even notice you sliced your hand when catching them until you see a patch of blood soaking through your gardening gloves about ten minutes later.

You come in to grab a tea towel to wrap your bleeding finger in, not really fazed as it’s only a small cut. Brahms was lurking from the window as you tended to the hedges, not wanting to be away from you but not yet brave enough to tempt leaving the house he’s been in all these years.

As soon as he sees it he’s panicking, it’s only a little cut and you’re not concerned in the slightest but to Brahms you may as well have just came in with an arm missing. He’s instantly flittering around you asking if you’re ok and if you need a hospital.

You stifle your laugh at his over the top concern, you find it rather sweet, it’s not his fault he’s a little bit sheltered.

After cleaning the cut and bandaging it, it’s totally fine. If anything Brahms needs more reassuring and coddling than you do to get him to settle.

He apologises a thousand times for his attitude because he knows If he hadn’t been stroppy about you leaving the house and passed the sheers nicely then you wouldn’t have been hurt in the first place. He promises to try be more composed when he starts getting antsy.

He may need some ✨punishment✨ in order to encourage his behaviour change and to feel forgiven.

He begrudgingly lets you back outside to garden after about a week.

Asa Emory

If you’re the pet of Asa then it’s likely that most of your injuries are purposefully given from him and are no mistake. You’re poked and prodded often considering your residency in the collection. Wounds from experiments and correctional punishments when you disobey or refuse to submit are not uncommon at all. So it doesn’t bother him since he inflicted them. This also assures he cleans them with clinical precision. If you were anyone else he would leave the wounds to fester, if you died from a complication then that was just inconvenient. Not you though, you’ve caught his attention and heart. He loves you in his own domineering way.

If the wound was created by him on accident then he would give himself a hard time, chastising himself for his carelessness.

For example, if he had more trouble with law enforcement than he thought and that led to you to spending way more time in the trunk than you usually do, causing you to develop a sore from sitting in one cramped position for too long.

Asa would realise you’re injured once you’re let out of the trunk, hissing in pain as you stretch. He makes you show him where you’re hurting so he can inspect over it.

Despite Asa’s stony face his stomach is actively sinking. He knows you’re hurt because of him and it wasn’t purposeful or measured like it would be during a punishment. He sees this as failure in his pet care and it takes a blow to his god complex. Gods don’t make mistakes, but here he is, hurting his dolly by being so out of it.

He’ll make sure to clean it for you and even stop putting you in the trunk for a while. This does however still mean you’ll be attached to him via leash or chain connected to the ring sitting on his belt. Just because you’re hurt and his favourite toy, doesn’t mean he will except anything less than your complete and total submission.

He’ll be more tender and soft handed with you than usual for a while after. Punishments will be withheld until you heal. Then it’s back to normal routine as expected.

Predator/yautja

You were wearing a new perfume you’d picked up at the market during the day, You were only supposed to be getting meats and maybe a new fur for the bed but once the alien at the stand had convinced you to sample it you fell in love with it.

Your mate picks up on an unknown scent entering the house, hackles raising and stalking towards it. As soon as they catch the heat signature they throw a wrist blade in warning.

Their eyes widen in horror, rushing to the door as they catch scent of your tangly blood dripping onto the hardwood floor of your shared home.

The new perfume masked your familiar scent from them, making them believe the house was in danger and being intruded on. If their face could loose colour it would, cringing as they see the wrist blade sticking through your palm, groceries discarded at the door.

They start talking at you in rapid clicks before they realise you can’t actually understand. After making sure to keep the object in your hand so you don’t bleed out and that you’re not going to pass out on them, they insist on carrying you their medic instead of going to an ooman one.

They argue that their medicine is far more advanced and will heal your wound much more efficiently then your “ primitive ooman medicine”

Thanks to yautja medicine being far more advanced, It will heal like nothing ever happened in around two weeks. The wound stitched shut and given some kind of injection.

Your mate purrs and clicks for you deep from their chest the entire time you’re having the blade removed to try calm you.

They beg for forgiveness despite it literally being an accident and will need some reassurance that they haven’t failed you as a mate. Once you’re all healed up they’ll bring back an impressive skull from a hunt as an apology even if you’ve already forgiven them.

Whilst it’s healing you’re probably going be kept in the nest of furs and pulled tightly against them whilst they purr and sooth you.

My requests are open if you’d like to send any prompts or ideas for me to write!

[aroeddiediaz]

7x04 Coda

Sprained ankles hurt. Eddie shouldn’t be as surprised as he is by the pain, because he knows all too well that the amount of pain injuries feel like is almost inverse with the actual damage they cause. A shot from a sniper felt like almost nothing, while a stubbed toe sends ricochets up his spine.

But that’s nothing compared to the encroaching feeling of dread as Eddie thinks back on his interactions with Buck over the last two weeks, and what might have caused his best friend to lash out at him.

“I think we fucked up,” he grumbles to Tommy, who gives him a quick glance before returning his attention to the road.

“You mean with Evan?” Tommy says.

Evan. That was kind of weird, right? Eddie had only ever heard Buck’s sister and parents call him by his first name before. He’d only used the name once himself, when he told Buck about his will.

But Buck hadn’t corrected Tommy on it, so he must not mind, Eddie supposes.

Eddie shakes that stray thought away.

“Yeah,” he continues, even though talking kind of hurts right now. That didn’t seem fair, it’s Eddie’s ankle that’s injured, not his lungs. “I mean, with me kind of blowing him off to come to that karaoke night… and the UFC fight in Vegas… and the pickup game…”

Looking back on it now, Eddie’s not sure when it all got so out of hand. He and Tommy had hit it off on the Coast Guard ride back to LA, while Buck was off checking in with Bobby and Athena. He’d been so excited as they shared their similar interests and history- army, MMA, old cars- that he’d immediately made plans to hang out. When Tommy mentioned that he could get them rinkside tickets in Vegas, Eddie had jumped on it immediately. He didn’t even think about mentioning it to Buck.

And the babysitting thing… Eddie kind of wants to curl up thinking back to the strange face Buck had made when Eddie asked him to watch over Chris. Buck usually loved hanging out with Chris, even volunteering for it when Eddie mentioned having plans, so he didn’t think twice about asking it of him. He should have known.

“Ooh, yeah.” Tommy lets out a whistle. “We did fuck up, huh. Could have at least invited him to muay thai after the match.”

Eddie laughs a little, strained by the pain and the stirrings of shame. “Buck doesn’t know muay thai. Just boxing.”

“Yeah?” There’s a funny tone to Tommy’s voice. “Maybe we should teach him.”

Eddie does a careful rotation of his inflamed joint. The stretch does help ease the pain a little. “Maybe you should offer him lessons,” he says. “I’m gonna be out of commission for a little bit.”

Tommy glances at him again. A slightly longer one, with them stopped at a red light, kind of searching. “You think he’d be interested in learning from me?”

“Oh yeah. You’re great. And Buck’s a quick study for sure.” Eddie glances out the window, and sees the urgent care clinic sign just past the intersection. “Actually, you think you could do me a favor?”

The light turns green. Tommy drives forward. “Of course.”

“Could you talk to Buck for me?” Eddie asks. “I’m sure he’s feeling all sorts of guilty right now, and it’s not his fault. He just got a little too aggressive at the game.”

It’s really too bad. Buck’s really good at basketball, for someone who hates the game so much. Eddie’s sure he’ll never get Buck to touch a ball again.

“Uh, yeah,” Tommy says, slowly, as he pulls up into the parking lot. “If you’re sure you want me to speak with him.”

Eddie nods. “He’s probably licking his wounds at his loft right now, and he’ll need a bit of a kick in the pants before he comes to see me. I trust you.”

Tommy chuckles a little. “Alright, then. I’ll swing by his place in the morning, before my shift, check in on him for you.”

That’s a relief. They find a parking spot close to the clinic entrance, and Eddie hisses a little as he opens the door and swings his legs out. He needs to be more considerate of Buck’s feelings, going forward. He has the sinking feeling that he’s started to take him for granted.

He’ll have to pay him more attention.

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Hi hi! Fic prompt if you fancy it;

"I know you're used to doing this stuff alone but would it kill you to let someone actually help for once?"

With a bit of whump on the side?

Have a great day :)

Nonny, you definitely fueled my creativity with this, and I'm very grateful, thank you! So, it's not much, but as this was unexpectedly not the only prompt I received today, I thought I'm gonna make a short collection of all prompts resp. fics I'm doing for those prompts. That being said, I will probably use every prompt I've been gifted today, just not very quickly, and I appreciate your patience. So, for the first prompt, have this:

Love Can Only Heal

— Don't be afraid to feel Cause love can only heal —

"You know, I'm disappointed, Evan."

Buck doesn't fancy being a disappointment – yes, he's used to it, just not to hearing it from Tommy. Tommy, standing at the threshold to Buck’s loft, this look in his beautiful eyes. However, it looks more like concern; like honest, downright intimate care.

"D… disappointed?"

Buck is genuinely confused, but he’s also quite distracted. Tommy leans in the doorframe like a high school bully, he undoubtedly has the physical qualities of someone who won’t stop at hurting you with words. Then again, this is Tommy, and besides the somewhat worried gaze, his eyes are nothing but soft. That’s an extremely confusing charisma.

"Are you going to let me in or…?"

Tommy's fleeting gesture includes the hallway and the doors of Buck's neighbors, and for a second, another very contradictory feeling arouses. Buck doesn't want to disturb his neighbors, but he also wants the whole world to see Tommy. Tommy, who has kissed him and whom he has kissed (oh, and way more than that) and with whom he can imagine a host of new things, the most innocuous of which is to make up for the canceled dance at Maddie's crashed wedding reception.

Buck limps to the side and Tommy enters, and as always, his sheer presence seems to fill the loft. It's as if that wide open space shrinks to a minimum until there are only Tommy's eyes, still resting on Buck, but – thank goodness – anything but disapproving.

"If I had a penny for every time you broke your foot, Evan…"

"... you'd have two, which isn't much, but funny that it happened twice," Buck replies automatically, and now they're both grinning, and that's when he knows everything’s going to be okay. He just knows.

"It's not my fault, by the way," Buck adds, limping over to the couch and patting it cheekily for Tommy to sit down, "no one could have guessed that just as I was digging that puppy out of the rubble, there'd be a piece of ceiling coming down."

"Of course you'd rescue a puppy in a burning house that's almost collapsing," Tommy replies softly, and then he does that thing again.

He puts two fingers under Buck's chin, lifts it; Buck's heart beats hard in anticipation of a kiss, but no. Tommy's eyes strangely resemble Buck of the puppy he pulled out of a pile of debris, but there’s also something else in them... it's not really disappointment, it's more like... hurt.

"But I don't quite understand why I have to hear this from Maddie, Evan."

The way Tommy says Evan... if Buck didn't actually feel a little guilty – because now he knows what's going on, now he realizes – he'd probably pounce on the pilot for good. They’d make out on the couch, because that’s basically where Evan sleeps since the accident, and then… Tommy wait’s for an answer, that’s clear. If only Buck’s mind wasn’t so empty.

"I... uh…" Buck isn't particularly good at apologizing. He spent his whole life apologizing for existing, and it never helped.

"From Maddie," Tommy continues, "and not from my boyfriend."

Buck's face becomes as hot as that of a kid caught in the act.

"I just didn't want to..."

Everything Buck might say collapses in his mind like a ridiculous house of cards; the thoughts seem stupid to him. Perhaps that is simply his fate. Maybe he will never get away from being an eternal disappointment to everyone in his life.

"Evan," Tommy says, and there's something in his voice that makes Buck look up, "do you trust me?"

Buck's heart skips an extra beat. Does Tommy know he's repeating the exact words he said to Buck on their first night together? It opened up a whole new world for him. And only now does he really understand how far this goes. Being genuinely wanted. Loved, even, in a completely different way than he is used to.

"Yes," he simply replies, grasping Tommy's hands and holding them tightly, because this is something to hold on to.

"I know you're used to doing this stuff alone but would it kill you to let someone actually help for once?" asks Tommy, and it's still unbelievable that Tommywants to be that someone.

There’s an answer on the tip of Buck’s tongue, and he quickly swallows it. Because yes, sometimes even Evan Buckley can control himself. He could have said that he only broke his foot, that he can still walk (well, limp), that he doesn't need any help. He could refer to their often so different shifts making it hard to see each other more often, and there's Maddie and the rest of the crew to help out, but… That’s not what Tommy meant, and he knows it. 

"I'm a lousy boyfriend, huh," Buck says with his crooked grin that defuses many situations, but Tommy immediately shakes his head.

"Evan Buckley, you're everything I want, get that in your thick skull," he says sternly, yet there's that glint in his eye, "and I don't want you to change, all right? I just want to, ugh..."

Tommy is adorable in his embarrassment, gesturing broadly, searching for words.

"I know," Buck says, and now there's probably something in his tone that makes Tommy sit up and take notice. Because he really knows what Tommy wants, and that's something that none of his previous partners ever actually wanted, not even Abby, at least not like this.

He wants to be a part of Buck's life, a real part, not a decoration, not a fleeting affair. Not an exciting party topic, or just the guy you call when you need a place to sleep. Tommy gives his all, he puts all his heart into this. So far, Buck had the most profound conversations with Tommy and, as strange as it sounds, the most profound sex. Above all, though, emotions deeper than anything he’s felt before. Truer than everything he’s felt before. Yes, Tommy gives his all, and that’s why Buck has to do the same.

His phone is lying on the floor in front of the sofa; in this life, Buck will never be tidy, but right now it is lying there very suitably. He takes it, and as he taps on it, he almost hears Tommy's frown.

"What are you doing, Evan?"

"Here," he replies and holds the mobile in Tommy's face. "From now on, you're the first, all right?"

Tommy once told him that he was a pretender for so many years. He’s had years of practice in turning his face into a mask, showing whatever those around him expected him to be, to feel. He doesn't do that anymore, and he knows that he doesn't need it with Buck, something that delights him greatly. And so it is not surprising that Tommy's facial expression quickly changes from irritation to something very, very soft. Well, a bit like a puppy after all.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his eyes seeking the same confirmation as his words.

His name is at the top of Buck's contact list, under emergency contact. Maybe that's only flattering for someone like Buck and Tommy, only understandable for people like them who risk their lives for others and so often fall by the wayside themselves. Tommy understands. He exhales a bated breath, and it sounds like a sweet sigh of relief.

"Very, very sure," Buck replies, and he doesn’t mean just this silly gesture, of course.

He means it all. He’s in it, he’ll give his all. And Tommy?

Tommy knows, and he smiles.

[bam-bi-buck]

911 8x05 Spoilers

The Han-Wilson family pic 🥺

They’re besties and family

Karen wanting Hen to go trick or treating with them because it’s Mara’s first with them 😭

Speaking of, we know that Mara is back with the Wilsons & that they got their foster license back but have they gotten to adopt her yet? I hope we get to actually see that

Then the haunted house - the 126 (I see what y’all did there 😉)

The Hen & Eddie talk about closed doors 😭 I’m just an aunt and I still get it, they grow up so fast

Love Hen & Chim being scary but not Eddie lol

You didn’t sell it man!

Buck is so good with kids… except on holidays 😭🤣

Called him Billy Boils - I see what y’all are doing there

“Home safe” “Home safe” 🥺

“This is not my fault”

I absolutely agree baby it’s not your fault

The dude with the pumpkin on his head

That family is so sweet 🥹

It’s still a little funny - Chim 🤣

Awww Chim missing Jee’s first trick or treat 😭

“Lube flying in” 🤣

The rotting pumpkin 🤢

Buck getting hurt just as he mentions dumb ways to get hurt 🤕

Eddie being so nonchalant while Tommy’s looking at Buck like 🤨

Stop laughing at my boy! Both of you!!

Karen & Hen’s argument 😭

I get Karen’s frustration

The big moments are important 😭

The sadness in Karen’s voice 😭😭😭

I get what Hen’s saying though, it’s not really fair if only one could get off but I think it would be slightly more fair if it was Chim because then Denny and Mara would have Karen and Jee would have Chim but I get that they’re bffs and wouldn’t feel right doing that to each other 🥺

Buck’s web spiral - the man’s got the ADHD

I really want canon ADHD Buck this season

“Isn’t that how it usually happened?” Really got my mom lol she repeated it like twice

“Evan don’t feel out!”

Like you just did?!? Come on, man you’re a first responder don’t they teach you to tone down your responses? 😭

Defile his corpse seems a bit much

To bad juju? 🤣🤣🤣

Both me and my mom giggled at lot at that

Buck going off while Eddie & Tommy are trying to be rational

You’re gonna lose that $5, Eddie

Maddie’s cat ears 🥰

Josh’s mustache

“The suns down” “Buckle up”

Love the Maddie - Josh Besties

Buck going off on Eddie and staring him DOWN

Eddie grabbing the five before Buck even says he owes him 🤣

Those two scenes together were so funny

I’m surprised Buck wasn’t sent home by Bobby

Omgod the clown car

How many clowns were in that thing?

Did you eat peanuts too? 🤣

The dude calling to say I’m chasing children because they egged my house

What is wrong with you??

DENNY!!!

Denny pushed Mara out of the way 😭

Karen’s trying so hard to be strong

Internal bleeding - god damn it

The soft little “moms” I’m legit crying

Hen freezing and Karen getting her out of it 😭

Karen and Denny are the same blood type 😭

Declan’s, Aisha’s, & Tracie’s acting was heartbreakingly good, my chest actually aches 😭

The field blood transfusion and the upright compressions 😭

Chim’s pain when he says the pulse isn’t registering and the pain in Hen & Karen’s eyes 😭

9-1-1 really said y’all got your laughs now here’s a god damn sucker punch to the gut 🥊

Everyone at the hospital

“This is just my face”

“I wasn’t picking” “you were picking” 🤣

Everyone’s immediate relief, they’re a family your honor 🥹

“I know how to beak the curse”

Eddie’s reaction 🤣

Karen, “I knew that the only reason you didn’t pick up was because you were answering another call”

“This isn’t a curse but a cry for help”

Eddie’s house still being decorated even though Christopher isn’t there

Buck really is so kind but sweetheart don’t join a dead criminal’s posse, please

Tommy: “please lift it”

Me and mama, “oh! Thought you didn’t believe it!”

I’ve missed the voice overs, I hope they continue to do that

Promo: are they trying to put that kid down there without a harness?

[modelbus]

ok ok WE NEED A CUT CHAOS PART 4 BDBDVZVZ

it’s not milking it if it’s what the people ask for…. This one is a bit different! It’s headcannons style of the other cc’s finding out what happened and such :D

Part 1

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic) Head Cannons of: Cc!Phil, Cc!Dream, Cc!Niki, and The Public (fans)

Cut Chaos Part 4

Phil

“You what?!”

Is overly concerned, ends up having a long lecture over communication and talking things out.

Even after multiple reassurances that everything is fine now, he’s very disappointed in Wilbur, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Tommy.

Ends up talking to Kristen about it later, he feels bad that he didn’t realize what was going on while it was happening.

He’s constantly on the lookout that things aren’t actually okay for weeks after that, then relaxes once he realizes you were being serious about it being okay now.

”That’s never happening again, to anyone.”

”It’s nobody’s fault. Just remember to follow basic internet rules and not trust everything we see. We’re literally content creators for fucks sake!”

Is more likely to be lenient on Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy but is just all Dad Mode Disappointed.

Dream

You’re the one to tell him, maybe with an offhand remark about hating rumors due to what happened. He pauses and goes, “wait, what?”

Wide-eyed the entire time you explain, this man cannot believe his ears.

”They did that? Really?”

Absolutely pissed on your behalf. Skips worrying and goes straight to muttering curses with a glare.

Deadass just doesn’t believe you when you say it’s okay now.

”Are you sure? Because that’s fucked. That’s really fucked. Good for you on resolving it, but… things don’t sound fine. That doesn’t just go away, right?”

Pushes you to talk to someone about it. A therapist, an animal, someone.

”I just can’t believe…”

He’s 100% blaming Wilbur, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy. All of them. And the internet, for even spreading the rumor.

Posts a vague tweet in his private about disliking rumors being spread about content creators and how harmful it is.

Likes vague tweets then unlikes them.... mr. drama over here...

Niki

When Dream told you to talk to someone about it, you go to Niki.

She gets it, having experienced firsthand how horribly internet rumors can affect your life.

Out of everyone, she blames the internet the most for it.

Although she is still very disappointed in Wilbur, Tubbo, Tommy, and Ranboo.

”I would’ve expected better from them. I’m sure they didn’t even think about how it’d hurt you. And that’s so frustrating, right?”

Comforting <3

Playing cozy games together

”I’m an open door.”

Somehow it ends with you planning a trip to go hang out with her, although you’re not quite sure how

Also end up planning a stream??

The Public

After a while, after everyone is more comfortable and doesn’t feel absolutely shitty over what happened, it’s a little bit funny.

So there’s little quips in vlogs, streams, and videos that allude to what happened.

”I’m a ghost!” “Just don’t ghost me.”

”They’re talking about rumors, I swear—“ “Rumors, huh?” “…no.”

”Why am I back in videos now? ….don’t worry about it.”

It doesn’t take long for Twitter to realize what happened. The most popular theory is the correct one, leaving mixed opinions.

Most people are advocating to let things be, no matter what happened.

Some people, the mean ones, are saying they should’ve left you out for good.

A lot of your fans are upset at them, but take the cue from you and don’t cause a huge fuss.

Either way, it ends up trending for a little bit on Twitter. It’s slightly ironic to you.

Nobody addresses it to confirm/deny what went on, although when prompted through a donation Tommy says he "fucking loves" you in "a platonic way, chat. PLA-TON-IC!"

And when the Tik Tok fans find out…

incredibly dramatic

”Chaos squad is over guys D:"

Angsty edits

[hypnoneghoul]

hello im the same anon as the eds regressing rain ask and im also interested in maybe little rain having a pots thing happen? i don’t know a lot about pots but maybe they pass out while regressing and freak out a bit, or maybe another ghoul is also regressed and they’re hanging out and rain passes out and that spooks the other ghoul? really go how you will with that idea. again feel free to not do it if youre not interested in it i just think its an interesting idea

sorry it took so long :(

"think 'm hungwy," Rain mumbled, as he put down the block they had in their hands. Phantom nodded at him and hummed around the tip of his tail that ended up on his mouth some time earlier.

There wasn't anyone else with them, it started out with Rain taking care of little Phantom, but his own brain couldn't help joining the quintessence ghoul in his regression. No other ghoul was around so they were on their own.

Before Rain even stood up fully he paused, a quiet "oh" escaping their lips. Phantom perked up at the sound with a curious noise of his own.

"T- tommy-" and they tumbled to the floor.

Phantom panicked, Rain just... he just passed out and Phantom was too little, he didn't know what to do. His friend was hurt and he didn't know what to do.

He whined as he crawled closer to the water ghoul sprawled out on the carpet, tears were already gathering in his eyes.

"Rainyyy," Phantom pawed weakly at their chest letting out a series of distressed noises, subconsciously calling for help, "Rainy, wake up!"

"Phantom? What happened?" he heard someone and they... they sounded angry.

"I- I didn', dunno what- I didn' do 'nything," the quintessence ghoul sobbed, still holding onto Rain and weakly shaking him.

"Shhh, I know you didn't, it's not your fault," it was Dew, he realised as he came closer. His warm hands rested on Phantom's back, rubbing it with an intention to soothe. "It happenes to Rain sometimes, you know that. It's okay, I'll take care of them, okay?"

"Mhmmm, Dewy, pwease, f- fix 'em," he whined, looking up at Dewdrop with wet, red rimmed eyes, pleading. The fire ghoul leaned down to place a kiss on the distressed ghoul's forehead and got up again. "N- no, c'me back, fix 'em!"

"I will, kiddo, don't worry. I gotta get something," Dew assured before disappearing into the kitchen. Phantom sobbed again but the fire ghoul was fast and was back by him and Rain in a flash.

"Okay, take this," he handed Phantom a toy hand fan, the type that works on batteries and all it needs to work is its button pressed down. The quintessence ghoul's brows furrowed as he took the toy. "Turn it on and fan Rain's face, okay? Can you do that?"

A task.

Phantom got a task and it was supposed to help Rain. Of course he would do it. He took a deep breath, and turned the fan on. Its funny buzz made him giggle through the tears still flowing down his cheeks. He was a very emotionally sensitive ghoul, that's all.

"Very good, yeah, like that," Dewdrop praised as Phantom focused to keep his hands steady, to keep the cold air on Rain's face. He bit his bottom lip in concentration.

It took just a moment for Rain to stir. He never passed out for long, anyway, he hardly ever fully lost consciousness, "R- Rainy?"

"Mhmmm," they hummed, blinking slowly.

"Welcome back, fish boy," Dew chuckled, moving a strand of hair from their forehead. "Little, aren't you?"

Rain just whined and pouted, and that told Dew enough.

"Rainy... awe you fine?" Phantom asked, finally sparing a second to wipe the tears from his face with his sleeve. Rain looked over at him and nodded. He then spotted the toy still clutched tightly in one of the quintessence ghoul's hands and smiled before diving in to bury their face in Phantom's belly.

He was too little for words, now, but they understood well enough that Phantom had helped them, and they wanted to thank him. Hugging him tightly and chirping happily turned out to be his best idea at the moment.

And Phantom most definitely got the intention, bending down to wrap his own arms around the ghoul in his lap as he started purring.

"I'll go get some snacks," Dew sighed, smiling at the two.

.

.

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Just a disclaimer, most folks with POTS don't fully pass out, usually its just ultra dizziness and feeling like you are going to pass out, and even if it is a full black out its not for long, few seconds usually. I made Rain fully loose consciousness for a longer bit to, idk, make the situation more "dramatic" lmao

[millermenapologist]

I've just came from ao3 heyy i have to tell you here since I'm too shy to say there

1- I spent the whole day dedicated to read your chapter, I'm not exagerating. Your chapters are so extraordinarily big omg. And I'm not complaining, I wish fic writers wrote chapters like that.

2-Ellie's relationship with joel is so good❤️even though you write on ellie's pov, the way you show to us every aspect of joel is like we're seeing his pov too!! And I love how she really sees ellie as his baby daughter, like she's really his youngest. And I love how patient he is too her even when she's all over the place, like when she was trying to convince him she's a bad person and has bad thoughts, and he just sits there with her and very calmly asks her to tell him what are this bad thoughts. It reminds me of a fic I loved on ao3 about the last of us called "what dads do" (sadly never had an ending🤧). Also, have I already said that is really cute this habit of his when he puts her in his lap or cradles her most of the time? Or when she does it herself like it's the most normal thing on this world? It's so cute and such an innocent way of showing affection❤️

2- i don't know how to feel about sarah and her. Part of me is still getting used to the idea of girlfriends that live in the same house because they have the same dad, but other part of me enjoys the whole dynamic. Also, I have to admit It's very tempting to ship them both when they have such a chemistry like that, i mean, goody-two-shoes predator killer and her cute little girlfriend?? Idk if you're planning to weite dina and ellie as a couple in the future, but I guess you will have a lot of work to convince us that they have more chemistry as sarah and ellie🤭 can't wait to see what happens next

3- did ellie had a psychotic attack or something like that? Joel and sarah are not the only ones who were like "wtf" when reading that, and although the scene of joel carrying her like a toddler why she was screaming "traitooorr!!!" on the stairs was a bit funny, I'm worried about her.

4- I got sad for tommy boy :( he seemed so genuinely bothered about the fact that maria considered even for a moment that he would cover up his brother for supposedly hurting a little girl. Hope he gets his happy ending, whether with Maria, or someone else... Me... Heard something? Me neither

5- can you at least tell me something about next chapter?🫠

Aw, thank you for coming here, then! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧˚

I swear that they don't start off this long, when i plan them in my notebook, I'm just the definition of unrepentant yapper (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Ok, listen: canonically speaking, Joel always keeps Sarah very close (she leans on him while they watch the movie and then falls asleep on him, he lifts her up and carries her around rather than waking her up), and then he keeps touching her face to make sure she's okay; and as soon as Ellie gets comfortable with Joel, she starts touching him too, like when they're on the horse or when she almost ends him by giving him that huge ass dose of penicillin (pls don't inject penicillin like that, you're gonna die). It's not my fault if they're touchy people in the most literal sense of the word. Ellie saw that man and decided he's free real estate, and Joel was just born to be a girl dad, so any girl that enters his hope is at least half-adopted by him. I am only keeping the characters true to their original essences uwu

For this fic, no Dina/Ellie, but they're definitely gonna be friends in the epilogue. Shenanigans might ensue (they will definitely ensue. Joel's gonna end up with so much more white hair). If we're talking about "future" fics, then... idk yet? For my birthday I plan to post a one shot that's set between the farm chapter and the Santa Barbara one of TLOU2, so the Ellie/Dina relationship is gonna be talked about for sure, and the other long I have planned, Anklebiter, has 14yo Ellie grow a massive crush for Sarah (who, sadly, is ~30, so definitely not interested in pursuing a relationship with her), but some other story idea that's right for them might arise ღゝ◡╹ )ノ♡

Not really. It's more what happens when you don't sleep for extended periods of time: you start losing your mind. You can start hallucinating, seeing distorted things, etc. At my first big girl job, I was in the office at 10am and wouldn't go home until 10pm, if not 11 or even later (and then I still had to get home, which required about an hour). By the end of the first week I was so overworked and exhausted that I'd wake up in the middle of the night, standing, half-hallucinating half-dreaming that I was back in the office. Sometimes I'd wander in other rooms too, and at some point I started seeing "things" in the edges of my vision and other things like that. It was terrifying. It's pretty much why sleep deprivation can be used as a torture method.

Well, in her defense, Maria sees a lot of bad people too, and has to deal with their families. Plenty of people think that keeping it within the family is the best option, so that's what she went for. Hehe, don't worry about his ending ┬┴┬┴┤ʕ•ᴥ├┬┴┬┴

Uhmm... Ellie and Danica are going to have a one-on-one conversation, Dina's gonna be freed from being grounded, aaaaand some honesty is gonna grace the Miller House. Not once, but twice! Crazy, I know!

[lmanburg-letter-service]

Dear, well, the rest of SBI I guess?

It's been a looong time since I've seen you three, and I guess I sorta miss you. Not a lot though, obviously, I'm a big man and I don't miss anybody

To Phil, I hope you're okay and doing well, that you've found the person, or people? that you were looking for. It'd be so funny if the crows found them first and sent you on a wild goose chase, but guess I won't ever find out

I do hope that you managed to get yourself out of the one sticky situation that you found yourself in. I hope you're okay and haven't forgotten me because the last letter I can remember from you is one from source. I miss your stories and adventures. Maybe you'll find yourself back here again sometime soon, but I dunno, I hardly believe that honestly

To Technobladee, don't tell Wil, but you're still my favorite brother no matter how much stuff happened between us. I think I finally understand where you were coming from, with the government stuff and what-not.

I get the whole corruption and control stuff now and I guess there's other stuff with it but I don't have the energy to cover this stuff the way you did with your "Gov. Bad. Anar. Good." lectures. Did you ever get better at those? I sure hope so cus those were borin as shit to sit through

But I do still love you, even if we ended stuff on a bad note before you left the smp. I sometimes hope you got my letters, but even then, it doesn't feel like you did. I think you would've been proud of my writing improvement, too. It stopped looking like "chicken scratch" (even though it was fine and completely legible to me) after a few letters, and I'm still good at writing now aside from a few imperfections that I like

To Wilbur? I don't really know what to say. You're not Philza Minecraft. Therefore, you're automatically one of the worst people alive- or unalived-alive? At this point, you're just redeadvibed and passed Dreams stupid revival vibe check with even gayer colors than the last. (Seriously, what was it between you and Quackity?)

But really, you needed help, and I really hope you had gotten it because I think I miss you. I miss just hanging out with you and having fun in our crappy van. I miss the late night campfires where you'd play a random song on the guitar for everybody far and near.

I hated the person you became for a bit, and then I hated Phil for a bit because I thought it was his fault. Then I realized it was Philza, and I can't hate Phil. So, I blamed everyone else around me for the longest time because I didn't understand why nobody had helped you.

I don't really know where else to go with this part of the letter, I had more to say, and then I got distracted, and now I can't remember. I just,, hope you're finally okay, or at least on the road to getting there. I know it was my fault, I know I cut you off, but I genuinely miss you, I just don't know the first thing about finding you.

To the admin, sorry this is so long, boss man, I'm just realizing I could have sent in separate much shorter letters rather than one big one. I don't really want to flood your inbox, though

Anyways,

This is from Tommy, AKA The Biggest Man around (also also if this does get posted, can it be tagged with fictive tags? not forced)

[Letter Sent!]

[bonesandthebees]

Chapter 29 of stars is such a nice filler chapter. I don’t think there’s a lot to analyse for me because most of it deals with resolving the ripples of the fight which puts a lot of things already out there.

Tommy didn’t know, he knows now, but since both of them are going to die, there is not much he can do about it now. We finally learn why Tommy started trusting Techno. Open communication really could have saved them from this awful decision. Honestly, it’s so nice to learn that Tommy and Techno had field trips too, regular ones, from what I understand.

And Tommy doesn’t get mad, because when Wilbur explains it, he realises that’s how he came to trust Techno. That’s a parallel too I suppose. Both of them trust their respective mentor while not understanding why the other does the same. And it’s sad too, because the more they talk the more they realise this was a bad idea. Which they already know for obvious reasons. But if they hadn’t overheard Ranboo and Techni, they would have talked this out sooner and realised.

Tommy: “Why does Phil call you little bird?”

Wilbur: “How about we don’t talk for a while?”

But seriously, it’s nice to see them talk about it without judgement. Part of that is because judgement won’t save them, so why bother? And part of it is that their imminent death is forcing them to accept what they were in denial about. That Phil and Techno did care. That it was real.

And of course, we get some closure on Tubbo too. It’s not his fault. It’s Eret’s and it’s easy now for Eret to say that they didn’t mean for this to happen (they did, but still). And then Eret’s admission that they were glad the boys were safe on Zephys IV knowing they gave that up because they didn’t feel safe due to the fallout of Eret’s betray. It hurts.

-🎄

yup it's more of a filler chapter and just tying up some stuff we haven't gotten a chance to resolve yet

we finally get a bit of insight into what was going on between techno and tommy!! yes, their field trips were pretty regular. wilbur always just assumed tommy was off training but no he was picking cool ice cave berries with techno lol

the ranboo reveal really happened at the worst possible moment for them. they would've gone over all of this way sooner if that hadn't gotten in the way

THE FACT THAT YOU BROUGHT THAT UP IS SO FUNNY BC WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS I WAS MESSAGING ELI ABOUT IT AND

lost my shit at this thank you @vague-idea

but yeah, overall they just don't see the point in arguing or judging each other anymore because they're going to die. they don't want to die being mad at each other over stupid stuff :(

tubbo really didn't do anything wrong like he was put into a bad spot and just did the best he could

eret meanwhile is a lot more complicated, and that's what I like about them as a character. their motives were not innocent. they wanted power, and they were perfectly okay with the brothers being exiled to get it. but they had limits, and they never wanted it to go this far. also, in the months that Essempi has controlled Eldingvegr, they've definitely realized that making a deal with the devil has consequences

I'm so glad you enjoyed though spruce!!

[askivv]

Okay screw anon actually even tho I always find it kinda awkward to use my main for asks that aren't related to my main:

Dude I was obsessed with New L'Manburg and what a trainwreck it was, I would love to see your favourite clips. I have a bunch too but idek if I could still find them

(I especially loved Tubbo and Techno's dynamic during that era, they're such an underrated duo. They're such a great contrast for each other as antagonists. I know people like to bring up Quackity and Techno more and I get why but I think everyone's missing out on this one)

Ohh, c!fireworks is just. Sooo good.

There is something to be said about the way c!Tubbo is the only one who actively disagrees with c!Tommys plan to get c!Techno on their side [ clip ], and brings up points against it (in short that c!Techno is an Anarchist and not a "Big Governments bad Small governments fine" guy lmao), when both c!Quackity & c!Fundy agree almost immediately because they're desperate and fine with using the guy.

(I'm also convinced that this convo is also what ultimately convinces c!Tubbo to exile c!Tommy but that's a whole different thing. And more of a feeling that anything I got actual proof for)

Which is funny bc c!Tubbo did agree on using him for resources with c!Quackity before the attack on Manberg [ clip ] but. my man changed, alright, he got smarter- jk jk).

And how when c!Quackity brings up his Butcher Army plan the first time, c!Tubbo is into it until he thinks about it for a bit [ clip ] and then he's against it unless it's in self-defense [ clip ]. c!Quack has to literally work behind his back & lie to him until he finally tells them after c!Tommy gets exiled [ clip ].

Also, this [ clip ] is my biggest proof of c!Tubbo getting how c!Techno works at least a little lmao

That's not to say that c!Tubbo understands c!Techno because nobody in (New) L'manberg does tbh, but he does hold the one brain cell this group has, like, most of the time when it comes to it lol

And he does end up agreeing with c!Quackity (which is one of his biggest faults as a president - listening to shit c!Quackity says) and trying to execute the dude just to get power, but hey! At least it took him a bit lmao

[manvindrachaudhary-blog]

18 Spicy Comments Actors Made About Their Costars

18 Spicy Comments Actors Made About Their Costars

1. Freddie Prinze Jr. hated working with Kiefer Sutherland on 24 so much that he almost quit acting altogether — and spent years taking on voice acting roles instead of on-set ones.

"Kiefer was the most unprofessional dude in the world. That's not me talking trash, I'd say it to his face, I think everyone that's worked with him has said that," Prinze Jr. said. He also slightly knocked the actor's height, saying he was required to take his shoes off to do scenes with him and saying he was only 5'4.

2. T.J. Miller recently called Ryan Reynolds "horrifically mean" on the set of Deadpool — he did it in character, acting like Miller was also his character, but then seemed to insult Miller directly by saying, "You know what’s great about you, Weasel? You’re not the star, but you do just enough exposition that it’s funny and then we can leave and get back to the real movie.” Miller also called Reynolds "kind of an insecure dude," and said the uncomfortable comment left him not wanting to work with Reynolds again.

However, Reynolds reached out to Miller after the fact, and Miller later referred to the awkward on-set experience as a "misunderstanding." So...all's well that ends well, I guess.

3. Speaking of Miller...his Silicon Valley costar Alice Wetterlund once called him a "bully and petulant brat," describing working with him as "kind of a nightmare" and saying his male costars enabled him. Miller had left the show at this point, in what was said to be a mutual decision.

4. While starring in the film I Love Trouble, Julia Roberts and Nick Nolte struggled to get along. Roberts said they got on each other's nerves from the start, and called him charming but "also completely disgusting. He's going to hate me for saying this, but he seems go out of his way to repel people."

Nolte later acknowledged his own fault in their feud, but also blamed Roberts a bit: "Julia got married at the beginning of that film and it was one of those things where I just approached it all wrong.” Uh...okay, so he was offended that she was taken?

5. Tommy Lee Jones and Jim Carrey also struggled to get along while filming Batman Forever. The problem, according to Carrey, was that Carrey was the star of the production. Apparently, about halfway through filming, Carrey ran into Jones at a restaurant. Jones hugged him and said, "I hate you. I really don’t like you" then followed up with: "I cannot sanction your buffoonery."

6. Succession actor, Brian Cox, once said that actor Steven Seagal (his costar in The Glimmer Man) is "as ludicrous in real life as he appears onscreen," adding that Seagal acts like he's "on a higher plane to the rest of us." He continued, "And while he's certainly on a different plane, no doubt about that, it's probably not a higher one," and said that Seagal thinks he's "far more capable and talented than he actually is."

7. He's also called his Succession costar, Jeremy Strong, who he's still co-starring with, by the way, "fucking annoying" in his commitment to his Method acting technique. Though, he did acknowledge it garners good results and called him a "very good actor" and "fucking gifted."

8. Tim Gunn is more a TV personality than an actor, but he did appear (as himself) on the fictional show Gossip Girl in 2010 when Jenny, played by Taylor Momsen, had an interview for Parsons. Years later, Gunn revealed he had a negative experience with Momsen, calling her a diva: "She was pathetic, she couldn't remember her lines, and she didn't even have that many. I thought to myself, Why are we all being held hostage by this brat?"

9. Not quite as biting, but Kim Cattrall has made her feelings on former Sex and the City costar Sarah Jessica Parker pretty clear. “I think she could’ve been nicer. I really think she could’ve been nicer. I don’t know what her issue is," she said in 2017, pointing out that none of her costars called her when it was rumored she was having contract issues with Sex and the City 2.

Later, after Cattrall's brother died, she posted: "I don't need your love or support at this tragic time @sarahjessicaparker" and followed it up with: "Your continuous reaching out is a painful reminder of how cruel you really were then and now. Let me make this VERY clear. (If I haven’t already) You are not my family. You are not my friend. So I’m writing to tell you one last time to stop exploiting our tragedy in order to restore your ‘nice girl’ persona."

10. Another famous Hollywood feud is between Vin Diesel and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. While shooting Fate of the Furious together, Johnson wrote on Instagram, “There’s no other franchise that gets my blood boiling more than this one. My female costars are always amazing and I love ’em. My male costars, however, are a different story,” he wrote. “Some conduct themselves as stand-up men and true professionals, while others don’t. The ones that don’t are too chicken to do anything about it anyway. Candy asses.”

While Johnson never named Diesel, many assumed he was speaking about him in the light of Diesel's response, which “I think some things may be blown out of proportion. I don't think that was his intention. I know he appreciates how much I work this franchise." and referred to himself as Johnson's big brother — which Johnson replied to, saying he wasn't.

11. Diesel also seemed to critique Johnson's acting ability, saying he had to give Johnson "a lot of tough love to assist in getting that performance where it needed to be."

12. Another actor who dissed his costar's acting was Bill Murray, who allegedly derisively called his Charlie's Angels costar Lucy Liu a "television actress." While Liu never confirmed this exact comment, she said Murray used "inexcusable and unacceptable” language and was "hurl insults."

13. Bette Davis similarly dissed longtime foe Joan Crawford — with whom Davis costarred with in What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? — by saying, "Miss Crawford is a movie star, and I am an actress."

14. Ray Liotta said that out of all his costars, Sigourney Weaver was the worst kisser. The two starred together in the 2001 film Heartbreakers.

15. Jay Thomas made a similar comment — which actually may have gotten him kicked off of Cheers. On a radio show, he was asked about guest starring on the show, and said, "It's brutal. I have to kiss Rhea Perlman," though he later said he was joking.

16. And Tony Curtis once said that kissing Marilyn Monroe in Some Like It Hot was like "kissing Hitler," though he later said they were having an affair at the time, and it's unclear if he was serious.

17. Sally Field also called Burt Reynolds her worst onscreen kiss many years after appearing with him in the 1977 film Smokey and the Bandit (and its sequel, along with the film Hooper). This is especially surprising because Field actually dated Reynolds for four years. Clarifying the problem, she said there was "a lot of drooling."

18. And finally, Millie Bobby Brown spoke about her negative experience kissing Finn Wolfhard for Stranger Things, saying it made her go "kissing sucks!" Later, when asked about these comments in Variety's lie detector test, Brown agreed with a question calling Wolfhard a lousy kisser and revealed he hadn't gotten better — with her, at least.

What comment can you not believe an actor said about their costar? Let us know in the comments!

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January 13: Halloween (2007)

Continued my every-Halloween-ever fest with Halloween (2007). It was...a movie. It was long. It was violent, but in a boring way.

Mostly, though, I just didn't get the point. What was the rationale for this movie existing?

Obviously the biggest thing it changed from 1978 was including Michael's back story--and quite a bit of it, too. I didn't think this part of the film (literally the first 1/2 hour) was good but nevertheless I started feeling a bit nostalgic for it later because, like, at least it was original. At least it brought something totally new to the table.

Did it seem to miss the point entirely--that Michael Myers is a cute 7 year old in an apparently happy or at least average family in a Stereotypically Suburban neighborhood, who then inexplicably picks up a knife and kills his sister, that there was nothing predictable about it, that its significance is that evil has no origin and no meaning and no purpose other than its own perpetuation? Yes. And was the explanation it did provide crass, cliche, and insulting? Oh yeah. Let's just throw every "white trash" stereotype in the book at his childhood and somehow it will all make sense I guess? The stripper mom was especially irritating--explain that one to me please. Intercutting her routine with Michael's sad Halloween right before he begins rampaging certainly made it seem like she was part of the problem here, and yet in other ways she seems quite sympathetic, a mom who is trying her best. But she must have infected him with some sort of weird relationship to sex, which is why he so often attacks naked ladies who've just fucked, right, because it's always the mom's fault, especially if she's a slut. Gag gag gag.

That said, at least it's something you can't get anywhere else. Once the movie gets to the Laurie part, it's only different to be worse. Laurie's characterization was bizarre--she didn't feel consistent to me, and I didn't find her sympathetic or particularly...nice. At some point I started wondering 'do teenagers really talk this way?' which I suppose is a question that could be asked about most of the Halloweens, but I've never thought to myself so baldly: this movie is trying WAY too hard. Laurie was simultaneously the deserving final girl but also she's fun, right, she's funny, she's crude, she jokes with her friends! I was off put by the crudity. I hate to say it and sound like a stick in the mud, but it's true. In my defense, I was the age of Laurie and her friends when this movie came out, and I didn't know anyone like them.

All of the time spent on Michael early on meant that even with a 2 hour run time, it had to squash down the bulk of the original Halloween. So it really was just the bare minimum, no time spent on things like Tommy's pumpkin being destroyed or Annie doing the laundry, etc. I don't know if this is a fair criticism or not, but it felt to me like there was very little creepy build up, at least in that second section. It felt like more time was spent on long and gruesome kills instead of what Halloween is so known for, at least in my mind, which is the creepiness, the waiting, the man in the shadows, the daylight horror, the suspense. There was some, yeah, but it felt like the bare minimum so we can get to the gore.

Similarly, though I appreciated the Meyers' and Strodes' Halloween house decorations, there was fairly little...actual Halloween? Suburbia in fall? Kids in costumes? Some, but again it felt like the minimum. Even the Big Horror Climax fell into the trap of many horror climaxes, which is that it was long and boring. And generic! The chasing of Laurie through the house isn't the BEST part of Halloween 1978, but it's one of the better horror climaxes imo, and I think part of it is that she is in the house, she's in a safe place. This one is like... let's take them to an uncertain location (the gross old Myers house but tbh I only got that when they fell off the upstairs porch) that is very dark so you can't really see anything and just have them run around in the shadows for 20 minutes. I almost fell asleep.

My biggest...I don't know if it's a complaint or just a puzzlement, is, what's the point? What's the core narrative here? I saw this comment on the trailer on YouTube that this one is better because the story is easier to follow or is explained more or something, which is unsurprising because some people hate nuance or uncertainty and love stuff spoon fed to them, but which is also ironic imo, because it was CONSIDERABLY less coherent, actually. Structurally.

Who is the protagonist? Where is our sympathy supposed to be? In the beginning, it seems to be with Michael, as much as is possible with a psychopath. His violence always comes after some slight, has some reason--yeah, it's disproportionate and yes he kills animals but his dad's so mean to him guys!!! He's bullied! Being institutionalized isn't fun, and Loomis doesn't care about him, he just wants to sell books and once he could do that, he abandoned Michael! Sure, it's bad to kill people but you can get why right????

But then once Laurie is introduced, the movie is faithful enough to 1978 to make it seem like you should identify with her. (This is the correct answer btw: Laurie is the protagonist and you should identify with her. Clover explains this well.) You can't care about both. From her point of view, he is the evil murderer who stabbed her two best friends, kidnapped her, and tried to kill her, too. He is the villain and she is the final girl.

So does the first half of the film not matter?

In other words, when Michael holds out the picture of them as children and she pretends to want to help him as a pretense for getting to his knife, are we to feel bad for him, and mad at her for being yet another meanie in his life? Or are we to cheer for her as the final girl who outsmarted the villain? It can't be both and pretending it's both isn't nuanced. It's messy.

I have mixed feelings about Loomis. He wasn't the worst part. But I feel like the flm fell a little into the cliche of reboots problematizing famous characters just because it's allegedly more interesting. I'm not saying Loomis in the original movies, especially the sequels, was beyond criticism. He was a Van Helsing type: crippled by his own hubris, for sure. But he was generally on the right side of the story, if not the hero, then at leas the voice of wisdom and knowledge. But like...what if he was just greedy? Wouldn't that be...a twist? I don't know. I didn't hate this Loomis but I wasn't sure what to make of him in many ways. And for his importance early on, and the twist they seemed to want to make with him, he didn't seem either terribly important or even terribly different from the 1978 version once adult Michael gets to Haddonfield.

A few things I did like... first, like all Myers Halloweens, it benefits from the excellent character design of Michael. It's not hard to make him creepy, and so there are some quite creepy shots and sequences. As I said before, I liked the Halloween decorations outside the main houses.

I thought it was very smart to cast such a Big actor for The Shape/Adult Michael. Not only did his physically imposing stature make him seem more supernatural or unnatural, but it contrasted with the young Michael, who we spend so much time with early on. The sight of him with his long, stringy hair, chained up, led slowly through the institution, is legit chilling. I also liked the look of the costume and the mask--easily the best mask since 1978.

The ending was an effective cliffhanger--the villain lives, the final girl lives, the main narrative is concluded, but there's nothing extraneous. This is ALL you need to know, no coda here. I did see the Tobe Hooper influence--that was straight out of Texas Chainsaw.

I also very much enjoyed the ending credits, splicing between the black screen credits and bits of home movie. Really made the mundane something disconcerting and frightening.

My favorite aspect and really probably the main thing this film brought to the franchise was the masks. Maybe this is because I find masks (of the entire-face covering variety) naturally frightening. But the emphasis placed on them was really, really good. Having Michael gravitate toward masks even before his killing spree and institutionalization was so creepy and the handmade masks that he made at Grove Hills were just extremely disturbing. That he would eventually devolve into silence and the obsessive creation of ways to hide his face was a true chef's kiss kinda revelatory moment for me. Yeah! Yeah that is what he was doing all those years! Headcanon accepted. Plus, while I'm not maybe 100% convinced that he does it to hide his evil or something, there wasn't too much time spent or emphasis placed on that little bit of exposition.

Okay, I wanted to be asleep like 2 hours ago. That's enough thoughts for now.

[pfaerie]

actually i’ve been thinking abt it all day here is my hasty scrawlings from just waking up

they were on a trip out of the state (senior trip maybe) and the crux of it was they got separated from the rest of the group and Daniel started bitching about how nothing ever goes right for him and this is just his luck and Johnny was like "what the fuck do you mean nothing ever -- everything ALWAYS goes RIGHT for you" and Daniel was like "excuse me? We're literally lost right now??" And then he listed some of the things going wrong including getting paired off with Johnny at all.

And Johnny. Got so unreasonably mad and upset and listed off all the things that goes right for Daniel (girlfriend, good grades, won a karate tournament when he wasn't even good at karate, gets Johnny in trouble, etc) in a mocking Daniel impression to which Daniel was like "my girlfriend DUMPED me, my grades are average, and I never WOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE TOURNAMENT HAD YOU JUST LEFT ME ALONE IN THE FIRST PLACE" and Johnny just like was like "yeah, fine. It's all my fault. Everything is fucked up because of me. Whatever." And Daniel said "finally we agree on something" but instantly regret that bc Johnny just like, immediately shut down?? Didn’t explode at him just crossed his arms and bit his tongue and didn't say anything and Daniel wanted to say sorry but Tommy found them and yelled "FOUND THEM" to the group and Johnny retreated away so fast he didn't even listen when Tommy joked everyone was worried he'd snuck off to murder LaRusso (which like, from Johnny's POV just sucks bc everybody just thinks he's a dumb violent goon still huh! Literally the only thing he's fighting is tears rn)

I'm pretty sure later Daniel tries to talk to Johnny at dinner but johnny is ignoring him hardcore and refuses to say anything to him at all which frustrates Daniel bc wow Johnny is surprisingly!!! good at the silent treatment.

They are sharing a hotel room (sadly there was more than one bed) and Daniel genuinely cannot take it, sitting in the room listening to Johnny brush his teeth in the bathroom and he winds up slamming the door totally open and being like "you cannot CARE that deeply about oral hygiene, Christ Johnny, it's been 7 minutes" and Johnny just glares at him and pointedly brushes more just to be annoying. And Daniel’s like "You're going to erode away your teeth like that" which does set Johnny off again bc if he has to hear one more criticism he might actually explode but then Daniel puts his hand up and says "kidding, kidding, it's a joke" and Johnny has to spit before saying "it wasn't funny" and wipes the toothpaste on his chin off the clean (Daniel’s) towel since Johnny's is currently a wet heap on the floor. He shoulders past Daniel and u know, gives off the air he doesn't wanna talk but of course Daniel is a chatterbox and won't fucking stop!!! Comments it's weird Johnny's gonna just, like, go to sleep. Just like that! And Johnny buries his head under his pillow til he hears the bathroom door close and the shower turn on and basically he is just going through it bc his crush (rightfully) hates him and it’s simply a lot of johnny pouting and pining all at once and also, y’know, generally feeling bad for himself (tbh i’m sure him n daniel simply do start to bond a little and they find our Things abt each other)

and anyways at the end of the trip they are packing and johnny figures, like, fuck it. he’s never gonna spend time alone with daniel ever again may as well as just kiss him to get it over with so he finishes up and does that and beats daniel to the bus and they don’t sit next to each other and johnny is listening to his walkman and looking out the window just generally feeling sorry for himself

and then i guess the school didn’t let them park there over the trip so everyone had to be picked up and they were waiting for their moms and eventually were the last ones in the car port and Johnny was very much ignoring daniel and also beet fucking red bc OH this is when he'd be alone with Daniel again and of course Daniel wants to talk about it and Johnny’s about to tell him they don't have to when Daniel kisses him back and it takes Johnny off guard and when Daniel pulls away he says "well, now we're even, so --" and HE'S BLUSHING TOO and says "you suck at kissing" and right when daniel’s about to complain, he tugs Daniel in to kiss him again and after Johnny says "it was a joke" and talk about fucking cheesy

Anybody else plagued with intense lawrusso dreams

[bisexualcacti]

Summary: your life in Hawkins has been pretty normal so far, but things get a little complicated when one of your friends, Chrissy Cunningham, is found dead (if by little you mean literally entering another dimension to save the town from a murderous monster with freaky powers)

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2540

A/N: Hey!!! This is my first time writing a fic and also, English is not my first language, so apologies for any sort of grammatical mistakes or if anything sounds weird. I finished s4 and had the urge to write something for these two dorks so I hope you guys like it. The fic will probably go through the span of the season so the last chapters will probably come out by the time s4 is over. Happy pride month!!!

Edit: if someone would like to be added to a taglist for the next part, dm me ;)

PART 1 - THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE

It’s funny when you think about how a group of people can come together just to get the worst out of everyone. Steve Harrington, Tommy H., Carol Perkins, Nancy Wheeler, and you. “Friends” you’d call yourselves. As if.

Out of the bunch, you only ever really knew Nancy and Steve, mostly since you never felt like they belonged there with you, and you meant that in the most flattering way. Tommy H. was an asshole, simple as that, and Carol was basically a trash can with a mouth, just full of garbage. Steve was more of a special case. You didn’t like him, but you knew that wasn’t really his fault. It’s just that looking at him felt like looking at you, and every time you saw him you saw the same fucking image that haunted you daily when you’d wake up and look at yourself in the mirror. A loser who’s so fucking scared of being cast out that she’d rather be a miserable idiot with no opinions or thoughts of her own than to be herself.

Most likely ‘cause who you were scared the shit out of you.

Lastly, there was Nancy. Sweet, smart, good ol’ Nancy Wheeler. She wasn’t like you. You could tell from a mile away that she had a soul, unlike the bunch of you. Maybe that’s why you treated her the shittiest, hoping that at some point she’d have enough of your vicious digs against her and would tell you all to go fuck yourselves. Turns out, you didn’t even need to try that hard. The moment she left Steve for Jonathan everything started to crumble. It was soon after that that Steve got tired of Tommy’s shitty attitude and sent you all packing too, which you admit made you a bit jealous, but also happy for him if you were being quite honest.

Your happiness didn’t last though, since as soon as he left came Billy. He would flirt with you relentlessly, but you would shut it down every time. It didn’t discourage him, though. Quite the opposite if you were being honest, as it just made him try harder. Only after the mall fire did he finally stop. Since he was, y’know, dead. That year, Tommy and Carol graduated and that marked the definitive end to your little gang, but you wouldn’t let yourself be a nobody after all the hard work you put in to fit.

So, you made new friends, joined the Hawkins High cheerleading squad and started to hang out with the basketball team. Chrissy Cunningham became your new bestie, and you were once again at the top of Hawkins High food chain, officially untouchable.

None of them compared to her though.

Not thinking about her was hard. Being honest with yourself, there hasn’t been a day you haven’t thought about her since you both went separate ways. Robin had that effect on people. It was especially hard now, though, since you saw her every single fucking time the team had a game. Her and that stupid little red head she kept smiling to.

The both of you used to be thick as thieves once, in middle school, when you were still a huge fucking nerd and Robin was the outcast that completed your little duo. But then, by the end of middle school, you started to feel... different. Your feelings towards Robin started to change in ways that shouldn’t be possible, ways that weren’t natural. Girls didn’t feel this way about other girls. There was something wrong with you, you... you were broken. So, you freaked out, shut yourself off to her, and the moment the both of you started high school, you became a totally different person.

Yet, Robin had another version of the story.

“Hey,” someone waved their hand across your face. “earth to Y/N. What are you staring at?” Chrissy followed your gaze towards Robin, who made awkward conversation with Vickie Whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is, and you turned to look at her, realizing you were staring.

Clearing your throat, you responded. “Oh, um, it’s nothing.”

Now, one thing you knew is, Chrissy Cunningham, contrary to popular belief, isn’t stupid, so the moment she looked at you with a cocked brow you knew you were about to be called out unless you redirected the conversation right at that moment.

“So, um, are you coming to the party after the game?”

Apparently, that put her on edge, since she tensed beside you and avoided your gaze. “No, I–um, have to go home, y’know, get changed first,”

You thought about asking, but it truly was none of your business, lest it be she start questioning you about why the hell you were looking at Robin.

“God, I sure do hope they win something for once. It gets kinda embarrassing always cheering for the losing team,” you sigh rubbing your neck. 

Chrissy laughs in that all too charming way that reminds you of why half the basketball team trip over themselves to even get a word in with her. Big shiny smile and a cute tiny nose all scrunched up. Man, if you weren’t so hopelessly in love with someone else you’re sure you would’ve gotten a thing for her right away. “Don’t be mean, they’re… trying. I think.”

Nudging her elbow and wagling your brows, you reply, “You just say that ‘cause your loverboy is there,” a smirk on your lips.

The intention was to make her laugh, but at the mention of Jason, all she seemed to do was tense, a forced chuckle falling from her mouth. Once again you got the urge to ask, to see if she was okay. You noticed something seemed amiss a few weeks ago, but decided to brush it off. Now you’re kinda wondering if you should say something, but even if you did, you doubt Chrissy would actually tell you anything.

This was the nature of your relationship with her. To everyone else, you were best friends. You’d have sleepovers, go shopping together, gossip about guys, and whatever else girlfriends would do, but in reality, you probably knew about Chrissy just as much as everyone else did. There was no place between you for deep conversations or actual intimate talks. Not that anyone knew though. That was you, your life a carefully arranged act.

The game was thrilling, or that’s what you would say if you actually cared about sports, although you do have to admit it was more exciting than the previous one, with freshman Lucas Sinclair scoring and bringing the victory to the team, not a single second left to spare. The moment the game was over, you walked as quickly as possible to where you agreed to meet your supplier, but to no one’s surprise, he was late, so there you stood in a deserted hallway waiting for him to show up.

Man, Hawkings High was kinda creepy when there was no one around.

A few minutes later, you heard your supplier's annoying voice announce his presence.

“Aww, if it isn’t my favorite prissy princess,” Eddie Munson greeted teasingly, a big smile on his face as he saw you.

“Yeah, yeah, you got my stuff?”

“I missed you too, honey,” he said sarcastically. You raised your eyebrow and stuck your hand out, and at seeing your deadpan expression, he rolled his eyes and put his arms up. “Alright, alright. Yeah, I got your weed. Gee, I might get diabetes if you keep being this sweet,” he muttered.

Now, maybe calling him just your supplier was kinda mean. Against your better judgment, you couldn’t help but like the weirdo. You don’t really know how he went from being your dealer to your… friend, but you couldn’t be more glad it happened. You and him started to hang out occasionally since you lived in the same trailer park, and by the time you realized, occasionally turned into once a month, then once a week, then twice a week, to the point you’d always hang out if he wasn’t busy with his band or his D&D club. Hell, you would even go to his concerts sometimes, and help him plan his campaigns. Of course, you would never be publicly seen hanging out, and less of all dream of actually admitting that you care about him, but he– the way he was so unapologetically himself and didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought… you admired it. It reminded you of her.

Everything seems to remind you of her nowadays.

“So, how did the campaign end?”

As he looks for your weed in his little metal box, his brown eyes seem to light up. “Ah, so you do care!”

His enthusiasm was adorable, but you tried to play off your interest anyway. “Pfft, you wish. I’m just interested in what you did with the amazing world I built,”

The look he gives you is skeptical as he hands you your weed. “Sure,” he draws out, “As much as I’d love to tell you, my fair maiden, I gotta meet another client so I’m in a bit of a rush,”

“Someone’s busy,” you remark handing him his money.

“All in the day of a devil’s work,” he says, arms open theatrically as he walks away from you. Before turning around completely, he shouts. “Ey, if you get shit-faced tonight save some for me, alright angel?”

“First of all, I won’t. Second of all, don’t call me angel if you want to keep your dick, Munson,” you shouted after him with a small smile on your face. He laughed and once again, you were alone.

Shaking your head, an amused chuckle left your lips. He acted all tough but at the end of the day he was just a nerd. A cute nerd, even, if you said so yourself. You were about to exit the building when a strong pain in your head made you dizzy, and you had to lean against the lockers in order not to lose your balance. Feeling a warm liquid drip down your nose, you lifted your hand up only to find blood

“Hey, you alright there?”

Fuck. Oh fuck. Shit. You knew that fucking voice, of course you knew that fucking voice, you’ve been hearing it in your dreams since middle school, fuck! Having a mild crisis, you questioned what to do, but before you could decide on anything she spoke again.

“Can you, like, speak up, please? Unless you’re like mute, in which case like I totally understand but if you aren’t um, like, it’d be appreciated. You don’t have to, but you don’t seem okay. Although if you’re not okay and want to be alone I can totally leave you alone y’know, I hate it when people don’t understand that, but also if something is wrong you can tell me, they say it’s bad to bottle things up and–”

You feel a fond smile slowly creeping up to your lips and can’t help but snort. “You talk a lot,” more than you remember.

As you turn to look at Robin you can immediately see the change in demeanor. She’s still in her band uniform, which makes her look a bit ridiculous, but you gotta admit she makes it work all the same. “Oh, it’s you,” the way her tone changes slices through your heart like a knife, but fuck if you don’t deserve it. She’s annoyed, you can tell, arms crossed, dismissive look; you think she’s about to leave until she gets a good look at your face and her eyes seem to zero in on your nose, eyebrows furrowed.

“Is that blood? Are you okay? What happened?” she leaned forward, as if to move towards you, but thought better of it and stayed in her place, although the look of concern remained.

“Yeah, just a nosebleed, don’t worry. Probably from all the spinning around,” an awkward laugh escaped you and you rubbed your neck, wondering how you’d get out of this situation.

Robin wrung her hands together, conflicted, as if she wanted to question you more, but refrained herself from it. “Sure, just… be careful,”

Placing her hands in her pockets, she turned around to leave but before you could stop your stupid mouth, the words had already escaped you. “You still care?”

That stopped her in her tracks and when your eyes connected again you could see a thousand emotions crossing them at lightning speed. Confusion, surprise, hurt, disbelief, before finally settling in anger. Fuck, that was a mistake.

“Believe it or not, I wasn’t the one who willingly stopped hanging out with you,” she said sarcastically.

“It’s–it’s not like that. I–”

“Yeah, well, you never bothered to explain anyway, did you? Just, ditched the loser and got a fresh new batch of cool friends,”

“Robin, I–”

“Hey, Y/N!” Patrick McKinney interrupted your conversation, jogging down the hall to where you were, smiling at having found you. As he went to put his arm around your shoulders, he finally seemed to catch on to the palpable tesion in the air, and looked between you and Robin confused.

Shit, you forgot. To prevent people from getting suspicious, you accepted a date with Patrick, one of the jocks from the basketball team. Morally, you know what you did was wrong, but out of the bunch, Patrick seemed sweet, and you know that he wasn’t as pushy as some of the others. He was the perfect candidate, and he liked you, you just, didn’t quite like him, as more than a friend at least.

“I’ve looking for you everywhere, you ready to go?” he sounded unsure, words trailing off and eyes drifting from Robin to you.

You stood there troubled, not knowing what to do. In truth, you wanted to explain the situation to Robin but really, what was there to explain? You weren’t about to say ‘Hey, Robin! So glad to see you. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, but I just had the hugest crush on you, y’know. Been in love since forever and couldn’t stand having to be with you without being able to kiss you or without imploding every single time you got close to me, and I would rather die than have to be there for when you got a boyfriend and came to talk to me about how much you loved him and how cute he was. But I’m cool now so everything’s okay, let’s be friends again! wanna have a sleepover?’.

As you pondered on what to do, Robin decided for you and sighed irritated. “Have fun with your lil’ boyfriend,” she muttered as she left, head downcast.

“You know her?” he questioned.

“Just– just an old friend. Let’s go,” ´Patrick looked hesitant, curious to know more, but he knew you, and the fact that you even gave him a chance at all was too big of an opportunity to fuck it up by being nosy, so he just smiled, trying to diffuse the tension by making idle chatter with you about the game.

Not that you really listened though, watching Robin leave from over your shoulder as you exited the school, headed to the party, and on your way out you could’ve sworn that you heard a clock ticking.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Interlude I | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Interlude II

Robin’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

Eddie’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

[spiderking-of-queens]

Chapter Six: Everybody’s Talkin’

Summary: When you return to school after helping to save Hawkins, everybody has something to say about your mysterious injuries. (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, 2.8k words)

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, physical injury, bullying. Plenty of angst.

Masterlist

November 7th, 1984

When you walked into school on Wednesday, you could already tell that everybody had their own ideas about what had happened to land you in the ER. You heard the whispers as you made your way to your locker.

Some people thought you had a mental episode and crashed your parents’ car. Some people believed the story about you and Steve at Skull Rock. Others just thought you were making the whole thing up to get attention.

But this was just proof that none of your classmates really knew you at all. Attention was the last thing you had ever wanted. You couldn’t even make it to your locker without having to duck into the bathroom to ride out your second panic attack of the day. 

Your parents had no sympathy for your injuries or the rumors you knew you would face at school. They believed that you were trying to rebel against them by sneaking out and brought it all upon yourself. You begged them to let you stay home for a few more days so your bruised face could at least have time to heal, but they wouldn’t hear it. 

You wondered as you cried yourself to sleep the night before how they would treat you if they knew the truth. If they knew that you were actually helping to save them and this stupid town that you hated so much. 

The idea of being honest with them never even crossed your mind. Your mother definitely would have believed you had finally lost your grip on reality.

A few days ago, you felt like you were finally part of something that mattered. Like you were actually finding your place in the world, and your people. But where were they now? Would you ever even speak to any of them again? If not, how could you just move forward in life as if nothing had ever happened? As if you didn’t know all kinds of insane secrets about Hawkins?

You supposed it was your fault for believing that being thrust together in an emergency made you all friends. 

You let yourself cry as you sat in the bathroom stall. You felt even more alone than you did before your little quest. 

When you calmed down a bit, you blew your nose with some toilet paper and left the stall to wash your hands. You couldn’t help looking at yourself in the mirror. You tried to cover up your bruises with makeup that morning, but all it seemed to do was make them stick out more. 

If you were going to survive the day, you would have to steel yourself. You would have to be somebody else. Somebody braver. 

What would Eddie do if he was in this situation? 

You knew the answer. He would hold his head high and let people talk with a smile on his face. 

You shook your head in resignation and splashed water on your face to wash the makeup off. If your classmates wanted something to talk about, then you would give them something to talk about. 

You fixed your hair and nodded at yourself in the mirror as if you were preparing for a show, then took a deep breath and left the restroom.  

As you walked down the hallway, you stared back at everybody that dared to stare at you. You smiled at people as they whispered. It felt like you were finally gaining some power over how you let others make you feel. Then your biggest test yet approached you as you made it to your locker: Carol and Tommy.

“Hey, Y/N. Heard you finally wore Steve down. Congrats. You two really deserve each other,” Carol mocked as they got closer to you.

Tommy laughed at this and added, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen… RIP King Steve,” making her snicker back at him. 

You joined in on their laughter and they stared back at you like you were crazy. 

“Something funny?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah, I just think it’s cute how obsessed you two still are with Steve and I. We dropped you guys a long time ago. I think it’s time for you to move on.”

Carol was slightly taken aback by this, then scoffed at you derisively. 

“Please. Get over yourself, freak.”

“She really did have a mental breakdown…” Tommy whispered to her as they walked away together. 

If Billy didn’t scare you anymore, then Carol and Tommy certainly didn’t either. 

You smiled proudly to yourself as you gathered your books for first period. When you slammed your locker shut, you felt another pair of eyes on you from down the hallway. You turned to see who it was, expecting another unfamiliar face, but saw Eddie gazing back at you with a look of aversion on his face. You were shocked by his expression until you remembered the purple bruises around your nose and eyes, and reached up to touch them absentmindedly. You swore you could see him shudder at the motion. You lowered your face in shame to hide them as the bell rang, and hurried off in the opposite direction towards your class. You would try to speak to him eventually, but not now. Not when you looked the way you did. Not if he was going to look at you like that. 

You kept waiting to run into Steve all morning. To laugh about what your classmates thought about the two of you and maybe even clear the air. But he never showed. You silently cursed him for leaving you to fend for yourself, even though you knew he was probably just taking some time off to heal. 

At lunchtime, you decided to avoid the cafeteria and sneak out to the football field to sit on the bleachers. You put your headphones on and began to eat your lunch in peace, but jumped when a figure appeared out of the corner of your eye. It was Eddie. 

He put his hands up and said something, but you didn’t hear it. You paused your tape and took your headphones off so you could speak to him.

“What? Sorry,” You asked with your mouth full, flustered.

He smiled at you kindly.

“I just said sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’m not stalking you, I swear. I was at my car and saw you walk over here. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You nearly choked as you quickly gulped down your food, then cleared your throat to respond to him.

“Oh. I’m okay. Thank you for checking, though.”

He nodded but clearly didn’t buy it. 

“Can I…?” He asked, gesturing to the seat next to you. You nodded and packed away the remainder of your lunch as he sat down. 

He stared at you for a minute and you could tell he was trying to come up with a way to ask about your injury, so you spoke up before he could say anything. It was the perfect opportunity to tell him what you had planned to before the events of the weekend, anyways. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to Hellfire on Friday. I wanted to be there, I swear,” You said quickly. 

The right side of his lips turned up in a smile as he fidgeted with his rings shyly. 

“You don’t need to apologize. Clearly, you had other things to deal with.”

You shook your head a little too aggressively. 

“No. It wasn’t… I just had to be there for a friend. She was having family problems.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Yeah… Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Maybe you could come this Friday instead?”

You paused and tried your best to think up any other excuse for why you couldn’t go besides the truth, but came up empty. 

“I would… but my parents are never going to let me leave the house again. So there’s that.”

You chuckled to try to lighten the obvious reasoning behind this, but he didn’t find it amusing. You cursed yourself for bringing the conversation back to the elephant in the room. 

He continued playing with his rings as he pondered what to say. There was nothing else you could do to distract him from the question he was dying to ask. 

“Listen,” He began, and you held your breath. “I don’t wanna stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. Your business is your business and all that. But… I know what a bruise from a fist looks like. Trust me. And the way you tried to hide it…” he trailed off with a grimace, clearly remembering something traumatic from his past. He took a breath to try to relieve the tension in his shoulders and unclenched his fist before he continued. 

“Okay, fuck it, I’m just gonna say it. I heard that you were with Harrington, and I’m really not buying the whole ‘getting lost in the woods’ story. And I certainly don’t trust him. So I’m just gonna ask this once because I would hate myself if I didn’t. Did he do that to you?”

You straightened up in your seat in shock. You hadn’t even considered that he might be thinking that. You reached out to grip his forearm, forgetting yourself. 

“Whoa! Eddie, no! I swear to you, he wouldn’t… he couldn’t… he would never hurt me like this. I promise you that. You don’t have to trust him - shit, I didn’t trust him before this weekend - but please trust me on that. Okay?”

He frowned at you, but then eventually nodded as he studied the pleading look on your face. You pulled your hand away from him awkwardly.

“Okay. I believe you. But… you were with him?”

The disappointment on his face was palpable, and it pained you a little bit.

“Yes. I was,” You nodded. “But you should see him. I mean, he got the worst of it. I have no idea where he is today… would have been nice to have some back-up before I had to face the masses… but, whatever. He’s probably just resting at home. He looked like complete shit, seriously.”

You were rambling now, and you pursed your lips together to shut yourself up. He was just staring at you, that sad look still on his face.

“So what happened then?” He asked quietly. “If it wasn’t him, who was it?”

You stared at him, your mouth hanging open. Billy’s name was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t say it. You wouldn’t dare. The consequences of that admission were too great.

What would he even do about it? Try to beat him up? What good would come from that? Even if he was able to successfully kick his ass, you couldn’t bear the thought of witnessing another bloody fight. Once was enough for you. Besides, knowing Billy, he would open that big mouth of his and try to turn the blame around on you and Steve for holding his sister hostage. And then what? How would you explain yourself? Nobody even bothered to tell you what the official story was going to be to explain the craziness of that night, and you certainly weren’t prepared to tell him the truth. So you closed your mouth.

He raised an eyebrow as he waited patiently, but then turned away and rubbed his upper lip anxiously when he realized you weren’t going to say anything. 

You looked behind him and saw a group of your classmates walking by the two of you, whispering and staring. You realized in horror what they were probably thinking. 

It was too easy for them to believe: the heavy-metal freak taking advantage of the mousy, quiet freak. Everybody would eat that shit up like it was candy. You could see it all laid out in front of you. The story that Eddie was the actual reason your face was messed up would spread like wildfire before the final bell rang. It would certainly be more believable to everyone than you and Steve as a couple.

“Look, I appreciate your concern, but you really shouldn’t be talking to me right now,” You muttered as you collected your things and stood up beside him.

He turned to study what you were looking at, then shook his head with a sad chuckle. 

“What, because they’ll think it was me? As if I care what people say about me?”

“I care,” You said, staring straight into his eyes so he would know you meant it. His shoulders slumped. 

“People are always gonna talk, Y/N.”

“Not if we don’t give them something to talk about.”

You had made peace with the fact that you were now on everyone’s radar, but you refused to let Eddie be a target for you again. Not for something as awful as this. It didn’t matter that he didn’t care. You couldn’t let that happen. 

It was a convenient out, honestly, as much as it pained you. It was what was best for the both of you. You wouldn’t have to try to explain yourself to him, and he wouldn’t have to face more ridicule for something that he would never do.

He blinked up at you, then scoffed and stood up beside you. 

“Okay. Message received, loud and clear. I’m sorry for butting in.”

“Eddie, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to…”

He turned away and put a hand out to silence you.

“I know, it’s fine. See you around. Maybe.”

He didn’t know, not really. But he walked away before you could say anything else.

He was obviously hurt, and you didn’t blame him. It probably seemed like you were a coward who would rather sacrifice any chance at a friendship with him than contribute to the rumor mill. 

He probably also thought you didn’t trust him enough to be open with him. Or worse, that you didn’t even care enough about him to bother telling him the truth. You wanted to tell him everything, truly. But it wasn’t the right time. You weren’t sure if it would ever be the right time.

Maybe he would forget and forgive you someday, when the bruises were healed and everybody would find something new to talk about. You hoped he would. 

You watched him go with furrowed brows, then slumped back down onto the bleachers and let your head fall into your hands as you fought back angry tears.