#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

[thehypnone]

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

[upon-sunflower-trails]

love, well i've waited for you... (part 8)

richard hayden x fem reader | 1486 words

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Your trio strolled into Brady Automotive, feeling tense.

"C'mon, this is it! I can feel it!" Tommy exclaimed. Richard looked around for the front desk, and you rubbed your eyes in frustration.

"Tommy, don't get your hopes up. At all. For all we know, this could just be another monumental disaster," you sighed. Richard nodded in agreement with your statement, walking up to a woman behind the counter.

"Hi, we're here for Mr. Brady. Do you know where his office is?" Richard explained. You were taken aback by his polite tone.

The woman smiled. "It’s just down the hall, sir, last door on the left."

"Thank you!" The three of you chimed, making your way to the office. You and Richard sped ahead while Tommy jogged to catch up.

"Hey, what's your guys' hurry?" He panted. You rolled your eyes.

"You know that thing in the backseat?" Richard began. "It's not exactly an air freshener. It's a rotting, dead deer carcass, and we gotta take care of it quick."

Your nose wrinkled at the thought. "Yeah, and we'll start to smell like shit the longer we're around it."

You now stood in front of the door to Mr. Brady's office. Richard stopped the two of you, looking at Tommy with a stern expression.

"Now, this is one of our oldest customers— We should be in and out."

"Well, now, this sales thing isn't so easy! You can't just go in and out! You gotta... finesse 'em a little bit!" Tommy interjected.

You scoffed. Richard retorted, "Hey, by finesse do you mean sputtering out sentence fragments and lighting things on fire?"

Tommy sighed, losing the gust of confidence he seemed to have gained. "No, but... it's nice to see you, Mr. Insult. Say, have you seen Richard anywhere? If you have, can you ask him... I mean, since he's so good... If he might wanna try selling?"

Richard bristled at the challenge, straightening his jacket. "Oh yeah? Watch and learn."

"Of course, I understand what 'no' means. But if I took no for an answer, I’d probably wind up on a street corner selling spicy hot dogs and wearing a funny hat," Richard replied to Mr. Brady's refusal to take his offer with a smug look on his face. You chortled at his comparison. "It makes sense, doesn't it?" Richard continued, pushing the manual on the brake pads towards the man.

Mr. Brady cleared his throat to speak up again. "Look, I’ve been doing business with Callahan since I hung up my shingle... But I don't like you. probably never will. You're a smug, unhappy little man, and you treat people like they were idiots."

Your eyes widened suddenly, turning to Richard at the man's harsh words. His gaze fell as he practically deflated, pulling the brake pad manual back into his lap. You winced sympathetically, trying to catch his gaze for a moment.

"Um, hey, he's just trying to get his point across. You see, if you'd just observe what's in the manual here, maybe you'd understand what we're trying to say, Mr. Brady."

You offered him a small smile, taking the manual from Richard and extending it to Mr. Brady. He shook his head, glaring at you.

"Look, girl, I don't know exactly who you think you are, but you two are no different. You have that condescending tone whenever you speak, like you can hardly bear to look down at the rest of us from way up there on your high horse."

You pulled back the manual quickly, looking away and playing with your hair awkwardly as if none of that had happened.

"Not my fault your balls never dropped," you hissed under your breath. Luckily, the man in front of you didn't seem to hear, although Richard chuckled quietly at your words.

Tommy began to laugh at Mr. Brady's scathing tone towards you two before trying to regain his composure.

"Mr. Brady, you and my dad go way back."

The man sighs at Tommy's words, a look of regret washing over him. "Son, I was sorry to hear about your dad. I was. But before I decide to keep my business with your place, I’d have to come by and have a look at your new operation."

You shrugged contently— that seemed good enough. In all honesty, he hadn't flat out refused the offer.

Tommy chortled. "Hey, I’ll tell you what. You can get a good look at a butcher's ass by sticking your head up there, but wouldn't ya rather take his word for it?"

You shot up in your seat suddenly, whipping your head around to look at Tommy. "What the hell?" You mouthed to him. He looked from you to Richard, who also seemed just as confused as you.

"What?... I’m... failing to make the connection here, son," Mr. Brady tried. Well, it looks like he was confused, too.

Tommy quickly reattempted whatever saying he had been trying to piece together.

"No! I mean.. You can get a good look at a T-bone by sticking your head up a butcher's ass, but... No, it's gotta be your bull." Tommy punctuated his statement by pointing at Mr. Brady. You ran your hands through your hair, shaking your head.

"This cannot be happening," you whispered. Tommy tried his best to recover.

"H-here's the deal, if I want you-" Tommy was cut off by the blond man in the seat next to you.

"You have derailed," he hissed.

"Shut up, Richard!"

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face before covering it with your hands and shaking your head.

"Boy, I am.. really at a loss for words here," Mr. Brady spoke carefully, as if the three of you were some sort of wild animals.

Tommy jumped up suddenly from his seat, shouting.

"Forget it, I quit! I can't do this anymore, man!" he cried. "My head is about to explode! My whole life sucks! I don't know where I’m going, I don't know what I’m doing..."

As Tommy continued his fit, you glanced at Richard, mouthing 'stop him'. Richard stared at you, clearly at a loss.

"My dad just died, we just killed Bambi, I’m out here getting my ass kicked! And every time I drive down the road, I wanna jerk the wheel into a goddamn bridge abutment!" Tommy wailed. He ripped at his hair, making it stick up in every direction. “I can’t-“ Tommy stopped suddenly, as if common sense finally got the best of him. You scoffed, looking over at Mr. Brady, who sat there with his mouth agape.

Richard flicked a business card out of his suit pocket in between his fingers, forcing a smile.

"We’ll be in touch."

"You know, Tommy, that guy... might not call us," you thought aloud from the driver's seat, tone oozing sarcasm. You threw another handful of M&M's into your mouth as you drove.

Tommy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe he called me a psycho!"

Richard scoffed from the backseat, deer on the floorboard and feet propped up on the middle console, hands behind his head as he gazed out the window.

"Are you kidding? Were you in there just now? You are a psycho! Good God, and comb your hair!" Richard called. You shook your head at the boys' arguing, noting you were approaching Minneapolis.

"I wouldn't say you did much better. You thought you were so cool... And Y/N, you trying so hard to defend Richard. What, you got a crush on him or something?" Tommy jokes, voice nasally.

You rest your head on the steering wheel for a moment. "No, Tommy. Jesus. Make yourself useful and change the radio, would ya?"

As Tommy moves from the rearview mirror to mess with the radio dial, a huffing noise is made from the back of the car.

You know it isn't Richard by the way his seatbelt unclicks immediately, clambering into the front to get away from the very much alive deer in the back.

"It’s alive!" Tommy cries, the three of you scrambling out of the car.

As you dart towards the side of the road, Tommy shrieks, "I think it tried to bite me!"

Your trio stands there for a moment in horror as the deer completely destroys Richard's car. Windows are shattered, the roof is ripped through, metal is dented. And when it's all said and done, the creature looks back at you defiantly before dashing off.

"No way that just happened," you breathed.

Richard shook his head, voice quivering. "My car... is completely ruined."

Tommy gasped. "I’ve seen a lot of stuff in my life, but that... was awesome!" he squeals.

You shoot Tommy a disapproving glare, and he immediately shrinks.

"But, uh, sorry 'bout your car, man. It sucks."

You shake your head again as Richard nearly falls to his knees.

"So much for not eating in the car," you grumble.

[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!]

[the-firebird69]

So he says in demon form I'm eating chocolate no I'm saying that I can handle it it doesn't bother me so I'm eating it and it's part of scary monster movie and of course I can't handle it I have to go to the bathroom a few other people so he's like what is this and he's halfway to the bathroom he goes oh I know what this is.

Hera

Hahaha lol me okay Big Joe and it's funny so we're going to go ahead with it I'd be in the toilet already he says and see the top of my head lol

Big joe

Casino run to the bathroom so many times finally he says I'm a baby and I can't help it and nobody's helping me and I was crushed for a little bit it's very rude too but he's a child and you know in the middle of the night he's half asleep and he sometimes kicks or punches and it's a baby reaction okay it's nervous system is not fully developed people have scans it's got little things but not big ones and you know it's not his fault I feel horrible he goes you just torturing me and you torturing me we had to use off and now we can't we're in the war and I guess we can but it says it's been a little bit better but I get stuck to him and it's gross and I have a fate I guess and Tommy f is really over us and we're not doing your s*** about it and he's a minor problem it's horrible

I kind of agree with this idea so I want to say it. We should form this goober Meister company and it's based on my impending death. And I want to try and fake it it looks like I die in Terminator genisys with no gear and people say that I might be running the thing with a robotic brain or something and fooling people and if I died I want him to have shares in goobermeister. Secretly I will release the video and it looks like it's happening Ghostbusters might happen because of it and I release it when one of my characters dies and that he has shares and you can buy shares and someone else's name you don't have to do them but you have to say you're buying it for them and as a gift and I'm a relative so it probably gets my character killed which is Jerry Chase and I want to make goober Meister and he says when I die for real implicate me if I do it the wrong time I'll probably actually die and people will try and use it then yeah I'm okay with that no but I have a plan

Trump

Haha okay this guy might be a sucker but hell who cares it's a fun idea it's stuff we need and the way he's doing it is hilarious he's going to show Billy Hicks more or less leaving Billy Hicks body after some kind of Wipeout on a Enduro motorcycle and he's saying oh I screwed up and I'm dying we're dead and then he remembers then you can hear him taking on the ad oh I'm wearing coopermeister so he's slowly floats back inside himself and he gets up and he says of course I'm alive the gear is top notch and as Billy Hicks and he gets up and he rides off on the bike now this is a fun commercial nobody can deny it then he says to top it off I had to be an electric dirt bike and we've had enough of this this is great

Mac daddy

Mac Daddy added some language and I like it this is fun

Billy Hicks AKA Donald Trump

If you do this I'll know you the biggest fool on Earth you're going to have him with stock there's probably the first company boy you a goober

Paul Blanchard

Hahaha haha exactly what I said and I have to have stock in this company it's interesting and fun I don't help develop it and I've got his hierarchy for the whole system it's going to have real gear it's in time and it's intense and people need it he needs it and he doesn't want to ride anything without gear and I agree it's too dangerous it hurts like hell any AD is really so funny I can't stand it and it probably will kick off the Ghostbusters so if he dies he gets he gets shares so it's one thing to write in there and if he dies as a certain characters and he gets shares is a different way to do it but ultimately he's been jumping at the power source or what have you and that's what looks like get some but he doesn't have gear on really it struck me and he's saying that's great I remembered it it's a very good sign that the ad is Worthy and it is a powerful marketing tool for the company and I say this that's terrible but it's true

Paul acork

I'm pretty sharp guy is like me but a little slower than really a lot of people should slow down and you should hear him he's right on the money A lot of times sometimes it screwed up but he slows down this is really incredible this car would be awesome and he's trying to put it together it would be awesome there's a lot of these crappy little cars and it would be kind of stealth people wouldn't think they're fast and they're going to be blindingly fast when you put a load in it it won't go as fast but it will go pretty good and he says that the Harley-Davidson would carry the load better probably because of the torque and he's going to look into it

Mac daddy

The torque on those little motors for their really good 2 L which is not bad looks like a 250 cubic inch it's pretty high but it's not that high the motorcycle is what about 35% higher that's a small engine and no it won't pull as much and those things will be fine carrying a load of three 400 lb and that's what they want and they'll see it works

Thor Freya I'm enjoying his commercial and people want to see it they want it up and they want Billy Hicks out there cuz he was following him on the dirt bike and having him come back to life would be like revenge on Mac Daddy and having the gear company

Olympus

Ohh Billy Hicks will say

Mac daddy

No I won't and okay I say other stuff but yeah I'm going to do this because of what happened behind Hastings it's like another Battle of Hastings

Billy Hicks

We all said that for many many years and you didn't catch it till now you weirdo

HHH

[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

[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.

[amazingphilza]

twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

[asirensrage]

What if...Steve was a better host?

Rating: T Fandom: Stranger Things Warnings: mentions of violence, starvation. PTSD. Swearing. Summary: A speedrun/flash fic looking at the possibility of what could have happened if Steve followed Barb to the bathroom to make sure she was okay. Spoilers for Stranger Things. Notes: I wrote this in between Vol 1 and Vol 2 of season 4. I wanted to play with the idea of what could have happened if Steve had checked up on Barb after she cut herself. It's not my usual style but I like it. It's not an OC fic. Shoutout to @vixenofcourse who watched me type this up and listened to my rambling about it. Unbeta-d.

Okay. We start with the party. And Barb cutting herself... 

Steve shows her the basic route to the bathroom…and then follows as he sees the blood. He’d rather be making out with Nancy, but it’s important that the friends of the girl you like like you as well. Right? So he goes to make sure she’s okay.

Barb is trying to see how bad it is, running it under water in the sink, but there’s a lot of blood and she doesn’t want to use one of his nice looking towels to stop it. So she tries with toilet paper. Steve comes in, looks at it and is like “shit. Hold on. I have a first aid kit.”

He gets her to sit on the toilet and he sits on the edge of the bathtub or something, just putting pressure on it at first. They’re both uncomfortable. 

Steve breaks first. “You don’t like me, do you?”

“It’s not that,” Barb says. “Well, it is. I mean, you’re not bad but the company you keep…Tommy H is an asshole.” 

Steve gives a sort of laugh because he knows that. “Yeah.” 

“And it’s just…your interest in Nancy feels like it came out of nowhere and she’s so swept up in it, she’s not even acting like she used to.”

“And that’s a bad thing? That she likes me?” Steve has a hurt look on his face that he’s trying to hide but this boy has rejection issues. 

“No, it’s just…I don’t want you to hurt her.”

“Why would I hurt her?”

“Come on.” 

“I like her,” Steve admits. “She’s sweet. Nothing like…” he doesn’t continue. He doesn't need to because Barb knows what he means. It doesn’t lessen the sting that she feels like she’s losing her friend though. 

“You should get back to the party,” Barb says. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah,” he should. He’s being a terrible host but he feels guilty about this too. He was egging her on with the others and she’s right, his friends are assholes. That doesn’t mean he has to let her bleed out in his bathroom though. “This is pretty deep,” he says. “You got yourself good.”

She lets out a watery sort of laugh because it hurts and she had felt so alone sitting at the edge of the pool at a party she didn’t even want to be at. “They don’t mention this when they talk about the dangers of alcohol,” she muses and Steve laughs. He didn’t know she was funny. But then he doesn’t really pay attention to anything but the things he wants. Barb had just been an extension of Nancy. 

“Come on,” he says. “We should get you to the hospital. I think you need stitches.”

“Oh no,” she protests. “My parents will kill me. They think I’m at Nancy’s.”

“Make an excuse. It’s fine. I’ll pay for it.” It’s not like he can’t afford it. He’ll deal with listening to his dad complain about irresponsibility if it means that she’ll be okay. It’s his fault, after all. 

They argue a bit before she agrees and they leave, finding Nancy waiting for them, looking between them totally confused. 

“She needs to go to the hospital,” Steve tells her. The mood for the night is kind of ruined anyway. This wasn’t how he wanted this to go. 

“What?” Nancy looks at Barb. “It’s just a cut,” she says. “She’s fine.” Nancy looks at Barb pointedly. “You’re fine, right?” 

Barb just shakes her head. “I’m just going to go.” 

“No,” Steve says, surprising all of them, himself included. “Nance, she’s bleeding everywhere. Let me get rid of Tommy and Carol. I’ll drive you both.” 

---

Tommy and Carol protest and argue, calling them names but Steve still makes them leave. Nancy is hovering between Barb and Steve, commenting about the party being ruined, to the point that Barb actually snaps. 

“Can you stop? I didn’t even want to be here. Stop blaming me. I told you I didn’t want to do this.” Nancy looks hurt but Barb is tired and her hand hurts. She can’t bring herself to care right now. She refuses to feel bad about it, not when King Steve is actually trying to get her some help while her own best friend thinks they should just go home. 

“You okay?” Steve asks Barb. Things are tense and they dropped Nancy off first. Nancy who’s pissed at something that’s not either of their faults. Steve has never seen Nancy like this but Barb doesn’t seem as surprised. Like she’s used to it. 

It doesn’t take long for her to get stitches. The hospital isn’t that busy since there are no major accidents nearby. She’s surprised though that when she leaves, Steve is still there. She was expecting to have to call her parents and tell them the truth. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t just leave you here without a ride. Besides, not like there’s anything waiting for me back home except clean-up duty.” 

Barb offers to help. “It’s the least I can do,” she says. “Since you paid for this.” 

“It’s fine,” Steve says. Still, she insists. It will at least hold off the conversation with her parents about what happened. She’s not exactly looking forward to dealing with Nancy’s hurt expression tomorrow either. 

They don’t make it. 

Something happens. Neither of them can explain it but it was almost like something jumped out in front of the car. Steve tried to swerve before he stopped to make sure he didn’t hit anything. They both get out of the car and the world is wrong. 

“You think we died?” Steve asks. 

“No.” Because while something was clearly wrong, it looked similar to home. She’s religious enough to know it’s not heaven or hell. 

But then something screams and comes out of the woods. It’s nothing either of them has ever seen before and they run. 

Barb is not good at running. She’s never been athletically inclined so it’s no surprise when she falls behind. Steve notices though. He looks back as the..thing is gaining on her. He wants to run like hell but he didn’t leave her when she cut her hand and they’re here together. Besides, this is all his fault. He picks up the nearest stick and runs back to help. 

---

They find Will. Or more so, he finds them. He wants to lead them back to his house, where he feels safe. They follow until Barb realizes that something is following them. Steve holds the stick he’s still carrying as a weapon, as though it will ward the thing off. 

They don’t stay still. It’s not safe. Steve jokes about alien invasion but Will tells them it’s like the game he plays with his friends. Barb has never known much about fantasy. She doubts Steve has either but they let the kid talk quietly. She thinks it makes him feel better. 

They take turns sleeping, but time is weird where they are. None of them really get hungry or tired like they should. There are times when neither of them can sleep and they talk. The awkwardness has long faded, lost with the fear for their lives as they run from the things hunting them. Neither of them admits it out loud but they both know that if they were on their own, they’d have died already. 

Barb finds things they can use. Clothes they can wear and actual useful weapons. Things like an axe, a canteen, and a baseball bat. Will finds a gun and surprises both the teens when he proves he knows how to load and unload it, not that they let him keep it. 

---

They don’t know how long it takes. They don’t know how long it’s been. It feels like years have gone by before they hear voices calling for Will. 

“Mom!” Will runs to it. Steve and Barb run after him, fearing a trap. The things here are smart, but they also follow something that none of them have caught sight of so far. They think there’s something more here, something more powerful that makes the hair on the backs of their necks stand up. They haven’t seen it though. They just keep moving. 

The people calling Will are in hazmat suits. One of them pulls off the helmet when they see them. Both Steve and Barb stop as Will hugs his mom tightly. Barb recognizes the other one as the chief of police. He looks as surprised as they are to see them. 

“You been here the whole time?”

“How did you get here?” 

“We drove,” Steve says and Barb can’t help but laugh because it’s so stupid but so true. 

---

Everyone is in shock when they come out of the…gate. They’re told that the scientists faked Will’s death, but everyone suspected that Steve and Barb ran away together. They both laugh until they’re crying and the humour is twisted with relief and fear. They survived. 

Barb’s parents both come when she’s in the hospital getting tested. Steve looks completely surprised when a woman shows up for him. “Mom?” She looks like she’s been crying. All the parents do. Joyce hugs both the teens, kissing their cheeks and thanking them over and over and over for keeping Will safe. 

Barb, Steve and Will all demand to stay in the same room as each other. None of them want to be parted from each other. They kept each other alive. That doesn’t stop their parents from eventually taking them each home. 

Panic settles in Barb’s chest, feeling like it’s going to crawl out of her chest. It takes a night before Barb and Steve go to the Byers to see Will. It takes a total of two days before Steve is crawling through her window at night to sleep on the floor beside her bed, clutching the hand that she hangs over the side. Neither of them sleeps very well but they sleep better being able to hear each other breathing again. 

Her parents cling to her. Barb is crawling out of her skin at their smothering, at the constant enforced attendance at church to show gratitude for the miracle of her return. They don’t hesitate to take the things she has stashed, prepped just in case because something tells her it’s not over, that it will never be over and the only person she knows who feels the same way is Steve. Her parents want nothing more than to put her experience behind them unless it elevates them or God, they want normal.  Barb can’t give them that.

Nancy begs her for forgiveness. She’s told that she tried to find her, find them both, because she knew, of course, Steve wouldn’t run off with Barb. They wouldn’t do that. Not to her. Barb doesn’t even know how to respond to her. Steve however, does. He does what seems to come naturally after all their time in what Will now calls the upside-down and steps between Barb and the thing that threatens her. 

He tells Nancy to back off. They don’t need her guilt or demands for attention, they need space.

Nancy looks at them, totally confused and hurt and it sends Barb right back to the night where it began. She just leaves. Steve follows. Neither of them turn back to Nancy who’s demanding to know what happened as though she has a right. 

The entire school stares at them. It fuels the rumours that they ran away together, that he knocked her up, that they went to the city for an abortion or gave up the baby, when they stick together. It just makes Barb’s parents smother her even more trying to force her to conform and fit in to quiet the rumours.  They’re not dating. They know too much of each other now to ever see each other like that. Barb would have never expected that she’d call Steve Harrington her best friend but he is now. Even as he flinches still at loud noises, grabbing her hand or wrist, ready to run. Barb can’t comment. She keeps some kind of weapon on her at all times, eyes on the exits. 

---

Neither of them drink anymore. Or attend parties. It brings back the memory of that night and sometimes Barb can’t help but press her fingers into the scar on her thumb. A constant reminder of the person she used to be. The one who followed Nancy and didn’t really protest when she was pressured into doing things she didn’t want to do. 

She does not expect her friendship with Robin to be rekindled. Robin doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t believe the rumours. She lets Barb dictate the friendship and accepts that Steve is part of the package now. 

So their friendship grows. 

Both teens spend their free time with Will. He tries to teach them Dungeons & Dragons and they try to learn. He’s struggling being back with his friends. They treat him carefully, like he’s going to break. The same way people treat them. 

They meet Eddie one day at lunch. Barb’s seen him around before, Steve tells her they call him the freak, but he sits across from them when Barb is reading a player’s manual, trying to figure out what they need to do to learn this game. 

“Well!” He exclaims and Steve flinches, grabbing her wrist. Barb places the book down, glances around and puts her hand on Steve’s arm. Eddie watches the whole thing and when he continues, his voice is softer. “Sorry ‘bout that. Just wasn’t expecting you to be reading or into D & D. You play?” 

“We’re…” she looks at Steve who seems happy to let her take this one. “We’re learning.”

“Cool. I have a party, a few buddies and I play. I like to be DM.” 

“DM?” Steve asks. He’s still glancing around and Barb knows they need to leave soon. They need to be outside, feel the sun just to remind themselves they’re home. 

“Dungeon Master,” Eddie explains. “The one who makes the story, sets the stage and plays the villains and monsters.”

“I think we’ve had enough of that,” Steve says before he gets up. 

“Sorry,” Barb says and follows after him. 

---

It’s hard to eat. They’re all not used to it anymore. Will pretends to the most, for his mother’s sake. Barb takes small bites, shifting her food around, tuning out the lectures on starving children in Africa, like a sticky side dish served at every single meal. Steve doesn’t even bother trying half the time. 

Steve’s mom divorces his dad. It’s huge news in their town, taking some of the attention finally off of the three of them. Well, not Steve but he just tells her his mom should have done it ages ago. According to him, their marriage had been as good as dead since he left elementary. 

Hopper catches the two of them walking around town at night. Steve is carrying around a bat. Barb has a pocket knife. It’s the least conspicuous weapons they have but Will’s having nightmares and the two of them are going to sit outside his window. Just for a bit. Just to help. He’s too used to them standing guard. 

He doesn’t ask them what they’re doing. Hopper is one of the very few that is well aware of where they’ve been and what they’ve survived. He’s willing to cover for them as long as they’re not doing anything stupid. 

He asks them if they’ve seen a girl. Short brown hair. Will’s age. Her name is Eleven and she goes by El. They haven’t but they promise to keep an eye out for her. 

They don’t see her. At least not at first. She appears about a week later, hiding slightly behind a tree while she stares at them in confusion. They wait, letting her make the first move. Barb just sits on the ground but Steve stays standing. 

“There’s no one around,” he says. “Everyone’s sleeping.” 

The girl doesn’t respond, still watching them. 

“You need something?” Steve asks. “Some food?” Barb takes the bag she has slung over her shoulder and shoves it forward. She carries things like food, flashlights and anything else they might need. Just in case. She has to keep it hidden though, tucked away so her parents don’t steal it again. 

The kid approaches slowly and takes it, scuttering back out of reach. Barb looks at Steve and can already tell he wants to adopt the kid. He had the same look when they met Will and the boy looked at them with such relief. 

---

It takes about a week before they realize the kid has taken to following them around when they’re on the outskirts of the town. Steve keeps up a running commentary on books and history that while correct in the essential points manage to be wrong in all the specifics.  Barb suggests taking turns to save their voices and get her used to them both and starts telling the story of the Three Musketeers to their little shadow like she did in the upside-down with her boys.

It’s another three days before El shows up at Steve’s house in one of the sweaters he’s left out for her. His mother appears behind him as he opens the door and asks “isn’t she a little young for you?” 

“She’s just a kid, mom. She helped us. When we were lost.” 

And just like that, Steve’s mom adopts her. First informally but eventually formally, and anyone who even tries to say anything has to deal with the former Mrs. Joanna Harrington, now Ms. Joanna Comstock. She’s gotten more formidable since Steve went missing. She’s well respected in the town and knows enough dirt about most of the residents to keep them from poking their noses into her business of harassing her son and his friends. She’s also rich, even after the divorce. The court looked favourably on a mother who returned to find her son as opposed to his father who stayed at his conference until it was complete. Money is power and she wields it ruthlessly to bring El into the family.

---

Eddie tracks them down at school. He apologizes for anything he said that set them off. He watches them carefully, twitching slightly as he carefully controls his movements and voice to invite them to a game. He offers to teach them both, let them learn the ways of the game and the tricks of the monsters in it. They’re so used to Will talking about the upside-down as if it’s an extension of D&D that they agree. Any knowledge of potential threats is a good one. Eddie grins at them and invites them to a picnic table in the woods behind the school. It’s secluded enough and outside that they both feel like they can breathe. 

He takes his time and Barb can see when both Steve and Eddie are at their boiling points. She works to diffuse the tension and there are a few times that Eddie offers them the joint he’s smoking. They both refuse and eventually he stops asking. 

All their preparation does nothing when Will is sick and they can all feel the upside-down creeping up on them. It keeps them up at night and they cannot stop themselves from standing guard outside Will’s bedroom window. Jonathan thinks it’s creepy but Steve heard that he had taken pictures of them all from the woods that night of the party. The night they disappeared. So neither of them think Jonathan is allowed to say anything on the subject of creepy, ever. Joyce invites them inside and lets the two of them sit vigil in Will’s bedroom with her. 

The two of them eventually separate. Barb follows El on her quest for answers and when they return, she finds that Steve has adopted more children in his wake. He can’t seem to help it and when they reunite, they refuse to be parted again. 

Barb gets into a last massive fight with her parents. They plead for her to talk to them, tell them what happened. “What did that boy do to you?” But she can’t explain because they won’t listen, don’t believe her. She leaves their house and finds herself at Steve’s. His mother is so used to her that she practically has a key. Joanna bars the door. She failed her child before but she will not again. She does not allow Barb’s parents into her home, nor Nancy who comes at their bidding. The only person she allows is Hopper who doesn’t even need to ask. 

Barb does not need to go back. She’s eighteen. They can’t force her. So she doesn’t. Steve’s house is a big one and for the first time, it feels like it actually has life in it. 

---

Steve is not required to get a job. They avoid the mall because there are too many people and too many noises. The closest they get is the parking lot where they wait for Robin to get off work. El and Will come to them with Max’s concerns about Billy. 

Billy who is acting strange. Billy, who sets off all the alarms in the back of their heads because he is being controlled by the very thing that tried to steal Will from them again. Steve doesn’t really know Billy, aside from a fight that Billy threatened to have but Steve was already armed and had a look in his eye that Billy felt like he didn’t want to press for once. Barb does not know him at all except that he has a sister that Will has complained about, well, that he’s complained about his friends talking about her. 

They deal with Billy. It’s not easy, but Barb and Steve have been planning for everything they could think of. Possession was something in the books they read. Something Will had experienced. They get El’s help and they tie him down with the same type of restraints they use in hospitals. Barb stole them because no one ever expected her to so she was the perfect choice. 

It is not easy. Barb ends up with a broken arm. Steve has a concussion. But Billy is left free if a little broken. They know what that’s like and so they take him in as well. 

It is in the aftermath that they learn everything. How Heather acted as Billy’s replacement, not perfect but enough. The mall exploded, the government appeared again and barely in the nick of time. Hopper was gone. So many people were gone. 

Robin had been roped into an adventure into a Russian base by Dustin and Erica who knew she was their friend. She barely got out alive. 

They are freed from the hospital only to be sentenced to endless questions from the same government officials who demanded answers the last time they had escaped something. There was no Hopper to save them this time. There was a Joyce and Joanna though. Barb thinks the two women might have put the fear of god into some of the officials. Steve thinks it’s awesome.

They bring everyone home. Billy and Robin are brought in and Joanna finally gets the answers to what happened to her son. They explain everything, as much as they can. 

Billy refuses to go home. Max, his sister, refuses to leave him. Joanna finds herself with two more residents in her home, alongside Will, Johnathan and Joyce. The former has yet to feel comfortable enough to leave Steve and Barb’s side again. They don’t mind. Both Joyce and Joanna bar the door to the Hargroves. Max tries to explain things but she’s underage. She has to go with her mother if she demands her to. Billy does not, but he leaves anyway in order to protect her from his father. The mindflayer nearly destroyed him but it also showed him the truth. He sees his father for the weak man that he truly is and Billy cannot be bullied anymore.

Neil tries it once. He blames the broken jaw and clavicle on swerving into a ditch to avoid a deer. No one really believes him. He does not try anything again. 

---

They start to recover. Bit by bit. Piece by piece.  

El dates Mike who irritates Steve. It’s the way the kid talks about anyone he doesn’t already like. Mike does not like Steve. He claims it’s because Steve broke his sister's heart but Barb knows that Mike and Nancy haven’t gotten along in years. El does not date Mike for long. Steve is her brother now. Family first. 

Will tries to keep the peace and play D&D with his friends but Barb has yet to forgive Dustin for drawing Robin into danger where she was tortured. Robin has yet to stop flinching at the sound of Russian or loud male voices from any source. They play at Mike’s house still. 

Jonathan does not know how to deal with the fact that his mother has become friends with Steve’s mother. They are allies now, protecting their children. He tries though. It’s only after he actually apologizes for the things that he’s done, like taking their pictures without consent, that Barb really acknowledges him. 

They are supposed to go to college. None of them do. 

---

Eddie is patient and kind. Barb likes that about him. She doesn’t agree with some of his choices but she knows they each have their reasons. She offers to tutor him when he fails again. He accepts. Steve is no longer attached at her hip. They are getting better at being apart. He stays with Robin and Billy, going where he’s needed the most. Steve likes to be needed. Barb likes to help.

Eddie does his best to make Barb laugh. He tells her he likes to see her smile. She rarely does, at least that he’s seen. He tells her awful jokes and tries to introduce her to music that would have her parents praying. She listens just for that. 

He’s not stupid. He’s just not focused, too interested in doing other things. He looks after her kids though at school. He tells her when they agree to join his D&D group and if he sees any problems they might have. 

The first time he tries to kiss her, she recoils. He blinks at her before he apologizes profusely. “I just thought…I don’t know what I thought. It’s stupid.” 

“It’s not you,” she says. She hasn’t kissed anyone. Ever. No one has ever wanted to before. He stares at her like he can’t believe a word she’s saying. “You just startled me.”

His gaze softens and he apologizes before asking this time if he can kiss her. She nods slowly and he moves carefully, touching her cheek gently before he presses his lips to hers. It’s sweet and kind of perfect and she’s suddenly crying and she doesn’t know why. She thinks it’s because she never expected this to happen. She hasn’t expected to live in a long time. He cracks a joke but doesn’t say anything else. He just holds her. 

It is a complete surprise when Eddie comes to Steve’s door in the middle of the night. He’s crying and scared and he tells them what he saw, what happened to Chrissy Cunningham in his trailer. He’s in a full-blown panic attack but Joanna has taken charge. The first thing she does is call the cops. She fabricates a story of Chrissy coming to Eddie for something to help with the headaches, just some weed she knew he had when someone broke in. Eddie didn’t recognize him, didn’t get a good look. The person had Chrissy but Eddie ran when she died. Self-preservation is a natural instinct, after all. 

The cops come. Barb holds Eddie’s hand as he recounts it. Chrissy was having migraines. She wanted something to help her sleep. He was just going to give her a bit of weed. That’s all. He’s hysterical enough that the cops think he’s high and useless for a statement. They threaten to bring him in on drug charges but Eddie bursts into more tears and Joanna basically dares them to try. She knows every good lawyer in the state. 

Barb didn’t want this to happen. Not to him. She liked having him on the outskirts, part of something normal. Still, what they’re dealing with clearly isn’t something human. She doesn't need to call Steve or Billy who are there, sharing a cigarette of all things as the stress of the implications of this hits. 

“Well,” Billy says. “What are we going to do?” 

---

Another kid is murdered and since Eddie was in the house, under the supervision of not only Joanna but Joyce now as well, it is clear to the cops that he didn’t do it. It is not clear to Jason, Chrissy’s boyfriend who is out for revenge. “You just left her! You son of a bitch! It should have been you!” 

Luckily, Eddie is rarely alone. None of them are. 

“You want to say that again?” Billy asks, using his reputation in his favour. No one knows what happened to Billy, and despite him working to be someone better than what his father has tried to make him, he’s not afraid to make use of his old reputation for the people that have helped him. He doesn’t know Eddie, but he owes Barb and she likes the nerd. 

“You know what he did.”

“Saved himself. Just like any of us would. You ever try this shit again, I won’t hold back. You hear?” 

Jason leaves but Barb isn’t fully convinced that he won’t come back. Billy promises to deal with him though if he does. 

“I know how to fight. Might as well use it.”

---

The government comes for El. She refuses. They all refuse and one of them threatens that if she doesn’t go with them, she won’t be able to save them. She needs their help. 

“Why?” Barb asks. “You never helped before.”

“Yeah,” Steve adds. “What secret shit do you think you have?”  The two of them will always have each other’s backs. El is Steve’s sister. Therefore, she’s Barb’s sister. Family first. 

“You need to know what your mind is hiding,” a man says. El digs her hand into the back of Steve’s shirt and calls him Papa. They’ve heard enough about her life that Steve moves forward to hit him. He’s stopped by the guards. As usual, no one stops Barb. 

Everyone looks at her in surprise but Billy has taught her how to throw a decent punch. “You can’t have her.”

“If you know the history, just tell us.” 

El is not alone. She is surrounded by the family that she chose. Family that chose her. They cannot take her. All for one and one for all.

“It doesn’t work like that,” one man says. 

“Like we give a shit,” Billy answers. 

---

They split up. Of course they do. When they talk about finding out if there’s a gate in a lake, Barb cannot leave Steve alone. Billy stays with the kids, promising to look out for them. Jonathan stays too, looking dreadfully uncomfortable with the company but unable to leave his brother. They have Joyce and Joanna as well, both who protest about their children going. Barb and Steve reassure them though. They’re the only ones who should. They know the place. 

Eddie and Robin follow. Both of them refuse to let them go alone. Barb is not a good swimmer but she doesn’t need to be. The gate pulls them in, as though it’s missed them. 

They’re prepared this time. 

They deal with the bats and run. It is safest to run, they tell them. They don’t entirely know what they’re dealing with but they have a plan. Sort of. They want to burn this place to the ground. 

Everything is the same in the upside down. Just old and overrun with creatures that want them dead. 

“So, this is where you two were?”

“Yeah.”

“Not exactly a vacation,” Eddie muses. 

“No,” Barb agrees. “Not a vacation.” 

“Well, I kind of like it,” Robin says. “It’s quiet.”

“Sure, if you can ignore everything that wants to rip your spine out.” They all look at Steve who just shrugs. “I’m not wrong.” 

---

They find the thing that calls himself Vecna. Or he finds them. 

He claims to be human but they’re all pretty sure that whatever humanity was there is long gone. He talks, promising them relief if they give themselves to him. He sounds like every bad villain from every horror movie Barb has ever heard of. 

It happens quickly. Steve stepped in front, protecting Robin as he used an axe to chop the vine thing Vecna controlled. Another one wraps around his neck. It hangs Eddie upside down by his ankle. Robin is trying to help Steve and Vecna laughs, telling them they deserve this. But Barb…Barb has always gone unnoticed and she’s good at finding things. Barb is prepared. 

She throws the liquid on him. The upside-down has twisted his senses and she suspects he’s forgotten about certain things from the human world. When he turns to her, smug with amusement and asks “is that all you can do?” she knows it for certain.

“No,” she tells him. 

The others are not so blinded and Eddie, even hanging by his ankles, digs out his lighter and flicks it on before throwing it. The vines drop them all and Barb watches Vecna scream. Good, she thinks. Let him suffer.

Steve picks up the axe again and risks the fire to bury it into Vecna’s skull. 

They wait. Eddie tells them that monsters can always respawn. You need to make sure it’s dead. It takes a few tries before they can get the axe back. It’s singed but it’s enough to chop off his head. Something screams in the distance. Barb and Steve each grab one of their friends and they run. 

They manage to find another gate, hidden in Eddie’s home. He tries not to look embarrassed about the fact he lives in a trailer but none of them seem to care. Why would they? They have more important things to worry about. 

It takes time to peel back enough to see the other side. They move the table so they can get closer. It’s easy to go through a gate. It sucks you in once you’re close. Eddie falls nearly headfirst into his trailer in their world. He groans but doesn’t tell them that he likely just cracked a few ribs. He gets the table and stands on it, helping Robin come through. By the time it’s Barb’s turn, things are attacking the trailer. She refuses to go first until Steve agrees that they can go together. Eddie tells them to wait, he can’t hold both of them and moves the couch under the gate. They go together and fall, nearly collapsing on one another, half on the couch and half off. It was a bad idea, but they’re home. The gate closes behind them.

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