#eight crazy nights poster

[four-birds-in-a-trenchcoat]

Been recently made aware just how damn funny it is to edit the poster of Eight Crazy Nights and had to make this

*Alternate version because I thought it would be funny to replace the kid with Two Face*

[dr-duppl]

Eight Crazy Clones

[wandapinkay]

Ok let me explain this atrocity I saw the og movie's poster on Twitter as a template Everyone is just redrawing it with different media and, of course, I wanted to do my part You're welcome

[dragon-every-day]

whitey duvall from 8 crazy nights. i am not joking

06/01/24

[carlospiceyweiner69]

[kirbyfanneox]

I saw edits of the Eight Crazy Nights poster were trending and I had the urge to Create a version featuring the Vinesauce streamers I watch with any regularity: Imakuni, Limealicious (as their vtuber models, Kuni and Laimu, respectively), Vinny, Joel, and the Vinesauce-adjacent Jabroni Mike. Also represented are Dorb, RevScarecrow, and special guests SimpleFlips, Hackerling, and Jerma.

[drawings-by-oscar]

Every fandom needs an eight crazy nights poster

[thewizardofschnoz]

too bad I didn't think of this before the holidays.

fuck it, I made it now you have to look at it. (Based on the poster for Adam Sandler's Eight Crazy Nights) (obviously)

[effiefics]

DAUGHTER OF THE ENEMY | Chapter 2

NEIL LEWIS x PLUS SIZE!READER

Summary: She's the daughter of the founder of Media Giant. An up and coming video store company that has taken out several small video stores. Only one still stands and it just happens to be owned by the man she has a major crush on.

Chapter Summary: After finally meeting Neil, Y/N is excited to see how the showing goes and gets to know the Gumshoe crew a little better.

Warnings: Smut (future chapters), age gap (reader is 21 and neil is like late 20s to early 30s), cursing.

Word Count: 1.1k

That night, she looked herself over in her full length mirror. She was dressed in a flowy white blouse and tight dark denim jeans with her favorite heeled boots. The jeans accentuated her curves and helped make her thighs look a little smaller than normal, the perfect look to be flirty yet demure. She ignores the pudge of stomach as she looks around for accessories.

Looking down to the gold watch on her wrist, she curses to herself before grabbing her purse and black tweed jacket. Quickly running down the stairs, she slides on her jacket before heading to the door. “Wait a minute! Get back here!” Her dad says loudly from the living room, sighing to herself she walks back to the living room, her eyes immediately finding the large Media Giant poster on the main wall.

“Where are you going all dressed up?” he asks, noticing her outfit. “My friends and I are going to get some food then go to a showing. One of their boyfriend’s just finished making something.” She lied easily, used to havig to do this all through high school.

“Okay, just be home before sunrise.” She nods and quickly leaves the house. Choosing to walk to the video store, she makes quick steps to get there before too many people show up. It doesn’t take her too long as the store isn’t too far from her house, looking inside the store there is a small amount of people so far.

Pushing the door open, she smiles at the people who turn when the bell rings. “Ah, Y/N! You came.” Neil says, kind of shocked she actually came. “Yeah, I’m a woman of my word.” She says, smiling up at him. “Oh, I want to introduce you to my employees and best buds. Jonathan and Lucien.” He says, gesturing to the two men she saw when she first entered the store earlier.

She waves before turning back to Neil, “So, do you expect a lot of people here tonight?” She asks, playing with her fingers. “I think it’ll be the usual people that come in here. Maybe some curious folks but nothing too crazy.” She nods and looks around. “Oh, would you like something to drink?” He asks and she nods following him to get a drink.

The store slowly started to fill with people as it got closer to eight but it definitely wasn’t full. Everyone was able to fit comfortably around the TV area when it hit eight. The TV starts to play a black and white video which makes everyone cheer, it reminds her of the old detective films she used to watch with her grandparents when she was younger.

The commercial is definitely for a certain kind of audience with it’s noir style aesthetic and script. Neil’s old timey detective accent makes her giggle as the camera pulls back to show the store lighting up and he gives a big smile to the camera. The room cheers as it ends and he walks to the TV mimicking what he did at the end with a big thumbs up, smile, and wink. “Wow, this is amazing. Um, I don’t really know where to begin.” He breathes heavily as his voice starts to shake. “I told myself I wouldn’t cry.” He says and everyone laughs at his acting.

He starts to say a speech when a Media Giant commercial starts to play. The room starts to boo and throw popcore at the screen which makes her shrink into herself. “Guys, can someone…” Neil makes a cut motion towards Jonathan who quickly turns the TV off as the company name is said.

“It's okay. I know I can't compete with these big guys, but as long as I have you guys...my small and loyal following of geeks and weirdoes, I know I'll be alright. Everyone, have some more beer! Oh, and stick around, because later on…we are gonna have a special midnight screening of a 1949 classic She-Gorilla.” Neil says, the little speech making her smile even though she does feel conflicted because of how much of her life is engrained in Media Giant.

The night goes well, Y/N gets to meet a lot of people in the store and drinks plenty, enjoying being able to be around like minded people for a while. 

“Y/N/ Y/N!” Neil says, catching her attention. He motions her over which she follows immediately. She leans against the counter as Jonathan makes some drinks, she found out he was a bartender at a place not too far from here. “How was that, guys? You're not supposed to show ads for two different video stores...during the same commercial break, alright?” Neil says sadly.

“Who cares? When is the show again?” Jonathan asks, sipping on his beer. “Oh my god, 3:12 a.m.” Neil says but she zones out as she watches Neil’s lips move as he drinks his drink. She blinks quickly when Jonathan walks away, leaving the two alone.

“What did you think, honestly.” He asks, knowing he might get the most honest answer from the woman he met only a couple of hours ago. “I thought it was cool. The concept was nice and definitely will stick out. I’m also guessing that girl in the commercial was your girlfriend.” She says, trying to get more information on the girlfriend situation.

“Yeah, that’s Denise. She didn’t show up tonight, I think. She thinks this whole thing is a little stupid.” He admits, the alcohol making him more open than normal. “Ew, that’s not good. I understand being skeptical but to think this is stupid is not a good thing girlfriend wise. You’re supposed to support your partner, and even if you don’t like the idea then be nice about it.”

He nods, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I don’t think I’m gonna be with her much longer anyway. We don’t have a lot in common.” He says and she nods. An empathetic look on her face as she tries to hide her giddiness.

The two talk for a moment longer before he walks away to continue to mingle. She smiles to herself before also going to find more people to talk to.

The rest of the night is fun with the screening going well before people start to leave, Y/N included until Neil stops her. “Hey, um, I was wondering. Could I get your number, just incase I need help here at the store or something?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Yeah, I don’t mind at all.” She gives him her number before looking at him with a bright smile. “Have a good night, Neil.” She gets on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek before walking away, a sway in her step as she feels his eyes on her.

[sushishoescomic]

I should put this as well. Some days ago there's someone on twitter who edit the Adam Sandler's Eight Crazy Nights poster to become a parody poster meme. So here's my version or the thsc version of that meme. XD

[itzynabi]

crazy

summary: in which eve meets one of kibum’s friends

set: early nov 2013

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mention of food and i think that’s it

an: this isn’t proofread but enjoy this as i continue working on other scenarios. words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💘

eve’s masterlist

Eve tapped the edge of her pencil against her lip as she read the information from her iPad. She was in the living room working on a school project. She had earphones in as she worked, listening to music on Melon. Since she had music blasting in her ears, she didn’t hear Kibum enter the apartment, only becoming aware of his presence when he put his hand on her shoulder.

She screamed, putting her hand over her chest as she removed the earphones. “Why are you trying to kill me?” Eve whined.

Kibum looked down at Eve with a blank expression. “I called your name five times,” he said. “But why are you home? Don’t you have training?”

Eve shook her head, leaning against the front of the couch. “There’s no training today.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t ask. Trainer Lee told us there wouldn’t be any lessons today and that was all I needed to hear.”

He nodded. “What are you doing now?” Kibum pointed at the coffee table where her books were scattered on it.

“We have to do a project on a Korean ballerina, I’m doing Park Saeeun,” Eve answered. “It’s due in a week so I’m doing it now to get it out of the way.”

“Yeoksi, my princess is smart to do her work in advance,” he complimented her. Kibum walked into the kitchen to get something to eat.

“Your food’s in the fridge, just warm it up!” Eve told him, referring to the lunch she made. She focused again on her project.

“Thank you!” He got his food and put it in the microwave. When the microwave beeped, signalling that his food was heated up, he took it out. He fetched a spoon, beginning to eat his food as he stood against the counter. “Oh, I’m going to have my friends over for a movie tonight.”

“Okay,” she said as she continued working on her project. “What time will it be?”

“They’ll get here around seven thirty and we’ll start watching the movie at eight.”

Eve hummed. “I won’t be at home then. I’ve got my practice, remember?”

“Right!” Kibum nodded, remembering the late night practice she told him about yesterday. “What time?”

“Six until ten.”

He hummed as he ate his food. “I’ll pick you up after. The movie should be done by then.”

She nodded. “Thank you taxi driver-nim!”

“Yah, don’t call me that!” He complained, pointing his spoon at her. “You don’t even pay me.”

“You give me my allowance. If I paid you, it’d just be with your money.”

“Then I should stop giving you an allowance.”

“No! Don’t.” Eve pouted. “I need the allowance,” she said sweetly.

Kibum hummed noncommittally as he continued to eat his food. “Where are the babies?” He asked, referring to his dogs.

“I think in your room. I gave them food when I got home and then started working on my project. Lemme go check on them.” She stood up and went to her brother’s room. “They’re here!” She whisper-shouted. She reappeared, going back to her work station in the sitting room. “I think Commes Des has anger issues,” she said as she read information on Saeeun. “He kept growling at Garçon earlier,” she told him.

“He doesn’t have anger issues,” Kibum defended his dog, “he just has a strong personality.”

Eve stared at her brother. “He’s–”

“An angry dog, I know honey.” Rolling his eyes, he finished the last of his lunch. “But you’re also just scared of dogs, so you have a biassed opinion.”

“No. My fear of dogs helps me know which dogs are sweet and which dogs aren’t.”

“Whatever you say.” He walked out of the kitchen, going to sit next to Eve. Looking over her shoulder at her work, he sucked his teeth repeatedly. “You’re going to get full marks.”

“You think so?”

He hummed. “If you use a different colour to write the information for the poster, it’ll be a guaranteed 90%.”

“Which colour should I use?” She asked, laying out her highlighter on the table. Kibum leaned forward, looking over the five different highlighters.

“There’s only five colours? I thought after all these years they would’ve added new ones.”

“They added the green and blue. The standard set only has these three.” Eve pointed at the yellow, pink and orange highlighters. “But I have these markers–” she took her markers out of her pencil case– “and there’s many colours.”

Kibum gasped. “There’s even gold. What’s taking highlighters so long to add more colours?”

Eve shrugged. “You should file a complaint.”

The siblings spent the next few hours working on designing Eve’s poster for her project. The dogs woke up and started circling them as they worked. In order to keep them from chewing on her stuff, Eve threw a ball for them to play with. When she had gotten most of her work done, she changed into her leotard and tights, putting her clothes back on before going to the kitchen. She grabbed her bag, stuffing a few snacks in the side pockets so that she’d have something to eat.

“Bye, oppa.” She waved goodbye to her brother as she opened the front door.

“Bye, Nabi-yah,” he replied, playing with Garçon.

“Love you!”

“Love you too.”

After Eve’s practice, she texted Kibum.

princess nabi [22:14] i’m done now

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [22:14] okay~~ i’ll be there within twenty minutes

She sat down on the stairs of the entryway of the school with some of her classmates as they waited to get picked up.

Ten minutes later, one of her teachers, Minji, walked out of the building. “Nabi, what are you still doing here?” She looked around, seeing Eve was the only person.

“I’m waiting for my brother,” Eve responded. “He should be here in a few minutes.”

“Should I wait with you?”

Eve shook her head. “No, you don’t have to trouble yourself. You can go home, Teacher Minji.”

Minji shifted her eyes. “I’m not comfortable leaving you here by yourself.”

“No, Teacher Minji, I’ll be okay. You don’t have to worry. The security guards are still here–” she pointed at the booth by the gate where there were two security guards inside– “so I’m not alone.”

Minji stared at her. “Do you not like my company?”

“That’s not it. I just don’t see the point of you wasting your time because of me.”

“Well, I do. And I’m the adult, so what I say goes.”

Eve huffed. “If you insist,” she said as Minji sat down next to her. Eve opened her bag, ruffling around in it before pulling out a bag of Doritos. “Would you like?” She offered the packet to her teacher.

Minji stared at her. “Didn’t you already eat Doritos during our break?”

Eve tapped her bag. “I have four packets in here.”

Nodding, Minji accepted the chips. “At this point, you should just inject these into your bloodstream.”

Eve took another packet out of her bag. “I should, right? But my mom says not to.”

They sat in silence, only the sound of their crunching chips filling the air. When they were done, Eve took the empty packets and threw them away in the nearest dustbin before returning to her position. She pulled a marker out of her bag, drawing doodles on her hand whilst Minji answered messages on her phone. Soon, a car pulled up to the gate, stopping so the guards would raise it before driving in.

“I think your brother is here,” Minji said, grabbing Eve’s attention.

“Oh! He is.” Eve packed up all the markers she used, having decided to use every colour she had, and zipped up her bag. She stood up and bowed to her teacher, who was also standing. “Thank you for waiting with me.”

“It’s okay.” Minji started walking to her car. “You can bring me a packet of Doritos next time.”

Eve saluted, watching her teacher open her car door. “Aya aye, captain.” She waited until Minji entered the car before walking to Kibum’s. Opening the back door, Eve laid herself against the seats with a groan, putting on the seatbelt of the chair behind her brother.

“You just got in and you’re already complaining,” Kibum said, driving out of the school.

Eve raised her hand in objection. “I didn’t say anything yet.” She took a deep breath before exhaling with a dramatic groan. “Being a ballerina is hard work,” she whined. “My back is sore, my legs are sore, my arms are sore… Who decided to sign me up for this?”

“You,” her brother answered absentmindedly. “It’s a left here, right?” He asked, causing Eve to stare at him in confusion — not that he could see her.

“Yeah, it is,” a voice answered from the passenger seat. A female voice. A female voice that Eve recognised but couldn’t put a name to. A female voice that belonged to a person she didn’t even notice was in the car.

Pushing herself off the backseat, Eve stared at the person. Because of the lack of light, she wasn’t able to identify her. So she instead focused on her brother. “Why didn’t you tell me someone was here?”

“You came in here crying and whining,” he argued. “When was I supposed to tell you?”

“You could’ve texted me and told me not to be annoying! Then I wouldn’t have been annoying!”

Kibum scoffed. “All you are is annoying,” he teased.

Eve gaped at her brother as the car slowed down, the influx of parents picking their kids up from hagwon causing traffic. “Wow. Just how annoying do you think I can be in however long it takes for the traffic to clear up? On a scale of one to ten, how annoying?”

“Eight. Eight point two five,” he rectified. “You’re going to fall asleep before we even make it home. That’ll give me some silence. Anyways, you haven’t even greeted my guest,” he reminded her of the woman, who was silently laughing beside him.

“You’re right.” She turned to look at the woman. “Hello, I’m Kim Nabi,” she introduced herself.

“Ah, you must be the sister,” the woman said, Kibum nodding in confirmation. “I’m Nicole,” she said, turning back to look at Eve, who immediately gasped.

Sitting back against her chair, Eve nodded. “Cool. Cool. Amazing. Great!” She chuckled nervously, trying not to freak out over the fact that Nicole of KARA was in the same car as her. Giving up on being chill, Eve tried to open her door, frowning when it wouldn’t open. “Is the door locked?” She asked her brother.

“Child lock just for you,” he answered sweetly.

Eve sighed, lowkey panicking. “Do you think I could break the window?”

“No.”

“The door?”

“No.”

“The–”

“You can’t break anything, this is a rental.”

“Just buy a car already!” Eve whined in distress. “You’re gonna make little girls cry.”

“What’s happening?” Nicole asked.

“I told you about how she’s a big fan, right?” He asked, waiting for her to nod before continuing, “Whenever she sees someone she’s a fan of, for some reason, she runs away like a weirdo.”

Nicole nodded in understanding. “So she’s trying to run away?”

“Yeah. But I don’t understand why because we’re friends and she knows that.”

“There’s a reason I’m almost never home whenever you have friends over. Or if I am home, I don’t leave my room,” Eve said. “I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“Drink water. You’ll be fine.”

Eve took her bottle out of her bag, gulping down the rest of the water. Sighing once she was done, she felt herself relax. “I do feel better. But I would like to leave.”

Kibum shook his head. “No. You kind of have to stay.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding sadly.

“You’re a Kamilia?” Nicole asked, looking back at Eve, who shook her head.

“Not even. I-I don’t even know who you are. You look like somebody, but everybody looks like somebody. Which makes sense because… everybody is somebody so they-they’re gonna look like somebody, you know? And isn’t it so crazy how people have the same features but look so different? I think it’s crazy. You know what else is crazy?” Eve asked, not giving anyone time to answer. “People. In general. Because–”

“What’s your favourite song?” Nicole interrupted.

“Lupin,” Eve answered without missing a beat.

“Oh! I thought it would’ve been one of the more upbeat songs like Pretty Girl or Mister.”

“I was also surprised by how much I liked it,” Eve said, playing with her fingers.

“This is a bit of a cheeky question, but who’s your favourite member?”

“Um, you and Seungyeon sunbaenim.”

“Really?”

Eve nodded. “Seungyeon sunbaenim is a great singer and you’re a great dancer.”

The three people spent some more time talking, Nicole trying her best to make Eve feel comfortable around her, until the latter girl started feeling sleepy.

“Go to sleep, gongju-yah,” Kibum told her, glancing at her through her in the rearview mirror and noticing how the pout on her face had gotten less prominent the more tired she got. Eve nodded, lying sideways with her head on her bag as she fell asleep.

“Why is she so cute?” Nicole cooed. “It’s crazy!” She squealed. “Does she pout in her sleep?”

Kibum nodded. “It’s annoying,” he complained. “But if you tell her she’s cute, she’ll deny it.”

“She’s the cutest person to ever exist. Why would she deny it?”

“She’s a weirdo.”

“Can I steal her to be my sister?”

“Why are you asking me? You have to ask my parents!”

“Would they let me?”

“Of course not.” He scoffed. “She’s the princess of the family.”

“That’s too bad,” she said with a sigh as they approached her apartment building. Kibum parked outside the gate, unlocking the car to let her out. “Bye, Key.”

“Bye, Cole.” He watched her get into the apartment complex before driving back to his place. When he parked, he turned around to wake Eve up. “Nabi-yah,” he called out softly a few times until she stirred from her sleep. “Let’s go up.”

Pushing herself off the chair, she unbuckled her seat belt and held her bag before leaving the car with her brother. They rode the elevator to their level, Eve immediately going to the kitchen to get something to eat. As she waited for the food she picked out to warm up, Kibum walked up to her, looking at his phone.

“Nicole said she hopes the next time you see her you’ll feel more comfortable,” he told her.

“Absolutely not,” Eve said, shaking her head. “I was only semi-comfortable because I was tired.”

Kibum typed, waiting a few seconds for her to respond. “She said she’ll just have to spend a lot of time around you until you’re comfortable.”

Taking her food out of the microwave when it was done, Eve sighed. “This is crazy.”

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon // @alixnsuperstxr // @cosmicwintr // @girlzwfun // @txt-yaomi

©️ kim nabi

[thcophagy]

open to: @angeldcgs.

featuring: charlotte "cookie" katz, twenty-nine, bisexual, child tv star.

plot: from the age of eight to thirteen, cookie was on a top-rated network television show called "down elmore road" where she played the daughter in the classically american nuclear family. after the actor who played her father had a mental breakdown and attempted to shoot up the studio, with cookie surviving only because she had been out of her dressing room getting snacks, leading her to hide under the craft service table, she has been living in the shadow of the event, never banking another acting job again with the baggage her name brought along with it and relying on interviews, true crime junkies and nostalgia baiters to keep her name in relevance. one night, she stumbles across someone trying to rob her house.

there was part of cookie that was surprised no one had tried to break into her house sooner. it was an old building, all large, echoey rooms with dark wood, bought with the money her parents had kept in her savings while she'd been working on the show, and filled to the brim with every piece of merchandise and memorabilia ever produced about herself or her one acting gig. figures, posters, stationery sets, books and magazines, every newspaper clipping with every review the show ever got in its five-year runtime; for anyone who entered, it would be impossible to leave without thinking cookie was the show's biggest fan. that wasn't the case though, in fact, she had plenty of problems with it. always had, even when she was young. the hoarding was just a means to prove her relevance, even if it was only to herself. it wasn't like she had many visitors anymore. that was why when she'd awoken in the middle of the night to the floorboards down in the living room creaking, the sound flowing through the house like music in a symphony hall, there had been part of cookie that had been excited. if they were there to rob her, well, she'd make sure they regretted ever coming up with such a stupid idea because if there was one thing that she cared about more than anything, it was her collection, but if they were a fan... it'd been a while since her last interview and she'd been feeling low on affection, a crazy super fan might have been exactly what she needed. it had been easy enough to sneak up on the beast of a man lurking in her living room, knocking him to the ground with one solid hit across the head with the weightiest of all her momentos. she wasn't all that strong but with a lot of effort she managed to get his limp body onto a chair where she then began to tie him up with old rope she'd previously used to try and replicate the rope-swing she'd had in the yard set all those years ago. "there you go, mister, all nice and snug." with one finally tug of the rope around his wrist and cookie was satisfied with her work. she couldn't risk not restraining him, especially not after laying eyes on him. a man like that, well he could be dangerous, it didn't matter what he was there for and cookie had to focus on herself- as if she ever did anything else. "not too tight, is it? it'll burn if you wiggle too much." she straightened up, the cleavage she'd been flashing him accidentally from down the front of her nightgown disappearing as she took a moment to observe her work. "alrighty!" with that, she sat herself down on the floor by his feet, legs crossed beneath her and her dainty hands tucked under her chin. "so, you wanna gimme an explanation for all this? can't tell you how scary it was waking up to hear someone trudging 'bout my home... i think i'm owed an apology for that first and foremost."

[ooo---hazelgrimm---ooo]

Strange Magic Prt 3

It's not very much an original idea, I think almost everyone has a story like this in all honesty. But it loosely follows the end of season two and all of season three.

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There was a loud creaking. 

“There's Billy back.” Max muttered, flipping to another page in her comic book as she hung upside down on her bed. 

“Ooo Billy.” El hummed toward the blonde painting her nails.

“Are you two going to be like this all summer?” 

“Are you going to avoid the community pool allll summer?” Max asked back. Kate rolled her eyes, capping the nail polish. “Steve says you've been pissed since the boaters took over the lake.” 

“Steve needs to mind his own-” there was a loud thud and swearing. The three girls lurched toward the window, Billy was laying against the cool grass cursing up at the stars. 

“He fell down.” El said simply.

“He’s drunk.” 

“Why didn't he just use the door?” 

“Oh, no one is allowed in after eight.” 

“Huh?” Kate asked. 

“Neil, he thinks his dad is home. If you're not home by eight you're locked out of the house and you're not allowed to use your key. Billy's always just came through his window.” Max shrugged. Kate shook her head. 

“What if there was an emergency or something?” 

“Like what?” 

“Like; the snowball started at like seven and ended way into the night, how did you get in that night?” 

“Billy's window.” Kate blinked in shock, “Neil is strict, he doesn't care if we are out late he just better not catch us and you better find a creative way inside, cause the door locks at eight.” Max shrugged, “It's a stupid rule but it's Neil’s house. Use the door!” She shouted out the window, opening it. “Come on.” She said to the other two girls and they went back to their previous activities. There was another loud creak, a thud, and then groaning of springs. 

“Night shit bird!” Billy called out. 

“Night asshole! Don't let the bedbugs bite!” Max yelled back, rolling her eyes but smiling softly. 

“He tells you goodnight?” Kate asked. It didn't seem like a very… Billy thing to do. 

“Yeah, usually he pops his head in and tells me but he must be really drunk tonight.” Max flipped to another page in her book as the other two girls just stared at her, “What?!” She asked looking up, “When I was a kid I used to get really worried about him so he’d always tell me he was home. I wouldn't go to sleep or anything until he got back if I knew he was gone.” 

“That is sweet.” El said, matter of fact. Max threw a pillow at her. 

“Shut up.” She stated before laughing as El chunked the pillow back at her using her telekinesis. 

The girls were sound asleep in Max’s bed and there were loud snores coming from the next room over. Kate paused on her way back from the bathroom.

One did get confused in a stranger's dark house. She quietly pulled Max’s door shut before sneaking into Billy's room. It was exactly how she pictured it; posters of cars and hot women in bikinis, Polaroids of Billy and friends, a stereo with an overflowing stack of cassettes, and a closet overflowing with stylish clothes. One particular sweatshirt stuck out to her and Kate swiped it off the hanger pulling it on over her pajamas.

“Damn is this a dream?” A groggy voice mumbled, Kate turned quickly as Billy stared at her from the bed, “no, if this was a dream you’d be riding my co-” Kate covered his mouth and Billy wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her down onto his mattress. “Hey crazy girl.” He said, muffled by the sleeve

“Hey Billy.” She responded back, pulling her hand away.

“You here for a reason or did you just break in to steal my clothes?” Kate rolled her eyes at him. 

“Of course I'm here to rob you! I've hit all the houses on this block, I take old sweaters and all the left socks.” Billy chuckled at her lameass joke. 

“How can you tell which one is the left one?” he asked her with a smirk. Kate thought for a moment. 

“I'll never tell you my secret.” She winked at him, Billy drunkenly shoved at her face. 

“Dork.” He accused her. Kate laughed, “but you are sooo fucking hot.” She laughed louder at that. 

“And you are sooo fucking drunk.” She responded. 

“And uncomfy.” He pouted, kicking to untangle his shoe from his cover. 

“Hold on.” Kate said, putting a hand on his thigh. 

“A little higher, baby.” He sighed. 

“Hush William.” She scolded him as she stood. 

“Yes ma’am.” He purred instead. Kate rolled her eyes as she untied his converse. 

“A) Don’t call me ma’am. B) I hate to inform you Hargrove, but if it was just a little higher those cute little shorts you wear would show everything.” 

“Okay A) I'm a grower not a shower. B) you think my shorts are cute?” Billy smiled widely. 

“You're funny when you're drunk.” Kate narrowed her eyes at him. 

“And horny. Especially when a pretty girl is in my room. In my clothes.” Kate rolled her eyes pulling the sweatshirt off and Billy hummed happily, “Now everything else.” He ordered putting his hands behind his head. Kate leaned in close to him, pinning his wrist down when he tried to reach for her. 

“No.” She breathed against his lips, before darting away from the bed and out of the door, “Night Billy.” She winked at him, shutting his door.

“Tease!” He shouted. Kate giggled to herself slipping back into Max’s room. 

Billy woke the next day, hungover as shit, clinging to one of his old sweatshirts. “The fuck?” He mumbled, rolling onto his back and flinging his arm over his head to block his eyes from the sun. In the back of his mind he could see someone pulling the hoodie on. 

After a while he stumbled out of bed, tripping over his sneakers. He looked down at them confused and kicked them toward where they were supposed to be. He grumbled his way down to the living room, where Max and El sat snacking on cereal and watching cartoons. So no Neil. 

“Good morning Billy.” Susan said from the kitchen, “Are you feeling okay?” she asked as she passed by him.

“I'm fine.” He mumbled, getting water out of the tap. He headed into the living room as Susan went to the laundry room. “Which one of you was in my room last night?” He asked the two girls, nudging Max with his foot. 

“Ew. Get your gross feet away from me.” Max shoved his leg, and Billy balanced on one foot trying to stick his other foot in her face. Max put her cereal down and started swinging.

“Kate checked on you. She worries.” El told him quietly. Billy dropped his foot standing straight as he put a hand on Max’s head to keep her punches from landing.

“Kate was here?” Billy asked, “Were you awake?” El nodded, Billy narrowed his eyes, “Did you hear anything weird last night?” 

“Happy screams?” El asked, her eyebrows furrowing. 

“No!” Max said, “We don't want to know!” 

“Sure. Happy screams.” Billy smiled at how naive the girl was. 

“No. But Kate did laugh.” El answered. Max snorted and turned toward El.

“Laughed” she asked her friend, “Like actually laughed?” 

“Mhm. A lot.” Max started laughing at El’s answer and Billy shoved her head. 

“Anything else?” 

“You talked a lot, Kate was smiling when she came back to the room, and you yelled at her that she was a tease.” El answered, “She was really happy.” 

“But I obviously didn't get any?” 

“Any what?” El cocked her head. 

“No! Nope! Shut up!” Max pointed at Billy, pulling El to her feet, “Mom! Me and Jane are headed to the Henderson’s to surprise Dustin!” 

“Ok is Billy driving?” 

“I'll drop them on my way to work!” Billy answered. 

“Wait! Are you working today?” Max froze. 

“Yeah. Why?”

“I told Kate you would call out, because of your hangover. You're not usually up till like two pm.” Billy checked the clock which read nine am and smirked. 

“I think I'll be alright.” 

A body moved smoothly under the water, until someone decided to shove their friend, causing them to fall back into the water right on top of her. Arms reached under, pulling her against them as she coughed. 

“Watch out.” Steve told them sternly. Kate pushed her hair out of her face. A loud whistle rang out across the pool and everyone froze. 

“Oh jeez, of course he works here.” Billy. 

“No running Lardass!” he yelled across at the kid, “I have to tell you again and you'll be banned for life! You wanna be banned for life, lardass?” The kid shook his head quickly, “Didn't think so.” He blew his whistle again and everyone went back to splashing. Steve was looking over at the clock. 

“I'm gonna go dry off. I've got to be at Scoops a’hoy in a half hour.” Kate shrugged and followed Steve to the edge of the deep end where their stuff was. This morning they had chosen the chairs closest to the lifeguard tower to be out of the sun. Steve plopped down into the chair, talking to her as he dried off his hair but more importantly Billy sat up on the guard tower looking… well… how Billy always looked. Fine. Really fine. 

“What's fine?” 

“Huh?” Kate shook her head focusing on Steve, 

“You said ‘fine’, what's fine?” Steve repeated.

“Ignore me, thinking back to a different conversion” 

“Damn Harrington, you're so boring she's thinking about some other guy.” Billy shook his head with a smirk, “That's gotta hurt.” 

“I reiterate: Were you dropped on your head as a baby?” Steve asked him, “We aren't like that.” 

“Yeah yeah whatever, but you're an idiot.” 

“Ignore him.” Kate shook her head. 

“Does Hopper know you have a tramp stamp?” 

“Huh?” Steve turned toward the tower. Billy wasn't looking at either of them, constantly surveying the pool. 

“It's not a tramp stamp, it's a tattoo. Tramp stamps have to go all the way across the lower back.” Kate answered

“You have a tramp stamp?!” Steve's head swiveled sharply toward Kate, 

“Tattoo.” Kate corrected,  Billy suddenly looked down at Steve. 

“It’s a dragonfly. You've been with her all morning in that suit and you haven't noticed?” Billy asked him. 

“Well I'm not staring at her ass.” Steve remarked. 

“Your loss,” Billy shrugged, “it's a nice ass.” He winked down at Kate before going back to surveying the pool.

Kate busted out in laughter at Steve's horrified expression. 

“Go to work.” she told Steve, kicking off the wall to go back to swimming. 

“Don’t get trampled, watch your head! Use the swimming lanes.” Steve nagged as another group of guys bumped into Kate as they were rough housing. She pointedly dropped the line in front of her as she ducted under into the swimming lane. 

“This good mom?” She mocked Steve. Before turning and diving under the water. 

“I’m watching her, she’ll be fine.” Billy told him. Steve looked at the clock, looking frustrated. 

“You know she's got a thing? With her head, she faints?” Steve looked pained. He didn’t like trusting Hargrove. 

“You worry too much Harrington, she’s not a child.” Billy told him.

“Steve! Fuck off to work!” Kate yelled across the pool.

“I’m fucking off.” He answered back headed toward the showers. 

It was a while later while she was sitting on the pool deck splashing her feet through the water when she noticed. 

“Oh. My. God.” She said slowly, looking over her shoulder. She dramatically gasped, “William Andrew Hargrove! Naughty boy!” She smirked as Billy’s head turned toward her. “Mrs. Wheeler is a married woman you know.” She teased him before laying back on the pool deck to grab her bag. 

“Nosey.” Billy scoffed at her, putting his sunglasses back on. 

“You couldn’t pull that even if you wanted to.” she mumbled as she dug through her bag

“Oh really?” Billy asked her. 

“Fifty bucks! One of you will back out!” She answered as he stepped down from the tower. 

“Watch the master at work.” He took her bag from her, stealing her towel and a stick of gum. 

“Eh! Asshole!” She shouted after him, tossing her bag back toward the chair.

“Looking good out there Mrs. Wheeler.” Kate faked a gag. The older woman was so starstruck by Billy she didn’t even notice the younger girl. 

“Thank you.” Billy handed her the towel.

“Perfect form.” ‘Oh fuck off.’ 

“Well your form is amazing.” Billy started laughing to cover Kate’s gasp of ‘What the fuck!’ “Sorry, I mean I… I’ve seen you, teaching, swimming lessons.”

“You know I could teach you if you want.” 

“Oh.” 

“I know all the styles. Freestyle, butterfly, breaststroke.” Mrs. Wheeler dropped the towel. ‘Fuck me with a damn chainsaw!’ “Oh.” Billy leaned down grabbing the towel at the same time she did, “You okay?” 

“I didn’t think you- I didn’t think you taught adults.” Kate shook her head as he continued to flirt and set up the date. Mrs. Wheeler left the pool almost forgetting Holly and Billy turned back towards Kate. Kate turned and looked out at the people splashing. 

“You wanna give me my money now or later?” Billy asked, sitting next to her by the pool. 

“You haven't won yet. ‘Advanced lessons to select clientele’.” Kate mocked him in a deep voice. Billy laughed loudly and Kate turned sharply toward him.

“Don’t be jealous, crazy girl.” Billy bumped her shoulder with his, “It’s just to win the bet.” 

“I’m not jealous, I'm mad. That’s my last stick of gum!” 

“Oh.” Billy smacked on the gum extra loud, “You want it, take it back.”  Kate rolled her eyes. 

“Save it for Mrs. Wheeler.” Kate stood grabbing her clothes off of the chair, she picked up the hoodie thinking it was Steve’s. “Bye Billy.” She pinched his calf as he climbed back onto the tower. “Call me and tell me when she backs out so I can collect my fifty bucks.” 

“I’m telling you-” Two boys sat on the edge of the pool eating popsicles, “That thing grabbed Mr. Cank’s dog and ran into that old warehouse!” Kate nudged the kid with her foot. 

“Which warehouse?”

'Brimborn Steel Works.'

Kate drove fast, any time anyone said anything about something creepy in Hawkins it was cause for worry.

There was the sound of squealing tires and Kate sped up, pulling into the steel works place. She watched in horror as the boy tumbled out of the blue car.

“Billy?” She asked.

“Are you following me?!” He accused her, standing and surveying the damage on his car.

“NO!” She shouted back immediately, “I heard the crash! What happened?” She asked coming around to look at his dented car. 

“I dont fucking know!” He leaned down touching the slimy substance on his windshield. “What the hell.” something scurried through the underbrush.

“Billy get in my car.” Kate tried to warn him. He stepped in front of her.

“Who's there?” He called out, “Hey! I said who's there?” 

This tentacle shot out from the building grabbing him and she chased after it as it dragged him across the ground slamming him into the side of the building as he struggled. Kate snapped into action, grabbing a crowbar from off the ground. 

“What the fuck! WHat the fuck!!!” Billy was screaming, Kate stopped dead as she jumped down the last step. She had never seen the Mind Flayer in person but she knew it from Will’s drawings. This one was smaller, about her height. It stood over Billy salivating as he struggled against it, yelling in horror.

“Hey Shithead.” It let out a painful squeal as she swung smacking it in the face. She swung a second time lodging the bar in its skull, “That was for Will you demented son of a bitch.” She spit at it. 

“Come on!” Billy grabbed her, hauling her out of there. Soon there was this scratching noise and when she looked back they were being chased by rats. They made it into the night air and as Billy moved to keep running, Kate yanked him into the camaro, shoving him until he toppled into the passenger side, she jumped in slapping the button for the door lock. “We need to go for help-” Billy cut himself off screaming as the rats started attacking the window trying to break inside of it. Kate tried to get the camaro to crank. It rattled before dying all over again. She shook her head trying again.

“Crank damn it!” She yelled at the car. Kate sat panting for a moment. “We have to make a break for mine.” 

“I’m not going back out there!” The windshield groaned. 

“Well they’re coming in here! Billy, trust me.” Kate demanded, putting her hand on the handle.. 

“I don't trust anyone!” Billy shouted back. Kate grabbed his hand. 

“I’m not leaving you behind.” She told him sternly, “So I’m going to open this door and we are going to run and you will be right behind me because I’m not seeing that thing take over your body like it took over Will’s and I’m not leaving you to demon rats either.” Billy nodded once and Kate shoved the door open, rushing toward her car. Billy slammed the door shut slamming a rat’s head into the frame causing it to break off. The two young adult yelled and Billy smacked the head off of his lap pulling his feet into the seat. Kate sped out of there.

“It’s… bubbling! Why the fuck is it bubbling.” 

“Get it out!” Kate yelled and Billy opened the door kicking the head out into the street.

“What the fuck was that!? What the fuck was that?!!” 

“The Mind Flayer. Or like a piece of it, I don’t know, it comes from the Upside Down.” 

“The fucking what?!” Billy demanded and Kate made a hard turn going straight for Hawkins Lab. 

“I’m only saying this once.” She warned him, “So listen closely.” And she told Billy everything, from beginning to end.

Billy had her seat reclined staring up at the night sky as he processed everything. Kate had put the top down when Billy said he thought he was going to puke.

“Underground hellscape version of Hawkins, monsters, and Jane. The little girl who has a crush on me, has been sleeping at my house, and and and fucking doing sleepovers with my sister has fucking superpowers?!” 

“Telepathy and telekinesis, but yes. Didn’t you ever wonder why we call her El? Why she talks funny and is like super innocent?”

“Well yes but- you’ve fought monsters, like actual monsters?” Kate nodded. 

“I just saved you from a monster.” 

“If Jane, El, whatever closed the gate, why is that thing still in Hawkins?”

“I don’t know, some piece of it must have gotten closed out. I’d have to ask the party.” 

“Max, her nerdy friends, Jane, Byers, Harrington, and Nancy Wheeler- SHIT! Karen.” Billy sat up suddenly and Kate took ahold of his hand. 

“Mrs. Wheeler is fine. She probably already walked out, saw her husband snoring away, regretted ever thinking of you, and backed out.” Billy seemed to relax, “Plus, I’m sure almost getting murdered by a monster and then watching the stars while I tell you your life is about to take a crazy new turn, is way more fun than any ‘swimming lessons’ with Karen Wheeler.” 

“Crazy new turn?” Billy asked. 

“Are you going to go home and pretend all this never happened or are you going to help me kick monster ass? Cause the Mind Flayer isn't dead and I have a feeling this is only going to get worse.” 

“Let’s kill that son of a bitch.” 

The car suddenly slammed on the brakes and backed up. He stomped over to the crashed camaro, grunting he leaned in to look into the open door. There was a shout as the rat sprung from the car and latched onto his face. The man screamed clawing at the animal as he stumbled back. He fell down the stairs into the steel warehouse.

Shit! Well I wonder who could possibly take Billy's place as the Mind Flayer's host body...

Who do we hate the most...

Some sorry son of a bitch that if he saw Billy's car wrecked on the side of the road would go investigate, not to make sure his only son was okay, but as an excuse to ridicule and harm him...

But is still close enough to be significant to the story....

Welp, I guess it will just have to be a mystery.

[the-legged-one]

Did the Eight Crazy Night's poster thing

[harrison-abbott]

Tommy and I

I didn’t know my kid that well. Tommy was his name. His mother and I split up shortly after he was born, and I didn’t get to see him that much. And I must’ve missed out on that crucial attachment phase with him. Because he was far closer to his mother. Or maybe I’m being naïve and it was because I was a bad Dad.

Remember the film Jurassic Park? The original one I mean, from the early 1990s. I took Tommy to see that, when he was still alive. When he was a boy. It’s crazy that that movie came out over thirty years ago now … But yeah, I took him along and bought him a big box of popcorn and there weren’t many people in the auditorium. That movie was wondrous to us both. Tommy kept hiding his face in my coat when the scary bits came up. I was shit scared too. Ha. I recall his little head trembling against my ribs. But he wasn’t too afraid to complete the movie. He wasn’t disturbed by it; was thrilled in a scary way.

That was when he was about seven.

When he was eight he moved to a different city because his mother met this man and the man took them away, a hundred miles down south. So it made it harder to see Tommy.

The job I had back then didn’t have many holidays. And when I did get breaks I would have to get in touch with Tommy’s mother to try and access him. She often said that they already had plans. She might have been lying but I don’t know.

Basically there was a long stretch whereby I didn’t see Tommy for years. Perhaps I didn’t deserve to.

When we did meet up again he was in puberty mode, that zone when teens have no interest in older people. It was odd to see him not-a-boy anymore. He didn’t really look like me or his Mum. So I would take him out for dinner or to a big football game. And I tried the cinema a few times, other blockbusters. Tommy enjoyed some of the films but that was about it. He just wasn’t interested in speaking to me. I knew he was in to rock music; and he liked some of the bands that I did as well when I was his age: but when I tried speaking about them he wouldn’t engage in rapport. Was that deliberate?

I didn’t quite know what went down with his mother’s new partner. The other man. I never even met him physically, as in, a handshake or whatnot. Apparently he didn’t want to meet me, and it was always his mother who drove Tommy to me, rather than me come to their house to pick him up.

Tommy didn’t come home one night – to their house – and he stayed missing for days. I only knew because his mother called me up to ask if he had gone over here to mine.

I drove down to his city to look for him on the streets. To try and locate him. Apparently he’d barely been at home for months and was hanging out with his friends … what his mother said. I wasn’t able to find him. That was in October, when he vanished. His body was found in December. He’d lain out on the train tracks downtown.

I’m never able to not get upset when I see a poster for Jurassic Park these days. Or when it comes on TV around Christmas time or whatever. Can’t watch it. Never will again.

[ludics]

| seo in-guk & he/him | Congratulations, YONG-RAE “RAE” BAEK survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another FORENSIC PATHOLOGIST, plus they’re only THIRTY-TWO years old. Crazy to think, it’s been EIGHT YEARS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the RESIDENTIAL AREA. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember LOS ANGELES, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were DRIVING THROUGH THE 2ND STREET TUNNEL when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully REALISTIC and RETICENT, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play THE GHOST ON THE SHORE by LORD HURON this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors.

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TW: PARENT DEATH

(2003)

rae was used to his parents leaving for days, even weeks, at a time. he never knew for what, never asked, because they always came back. his mom would leave money on the kitchen counter and rae knew how to walk down to the grocery store to get himself food. no one ever noticed when his parents left him alone or, perhaps, they didn’t care enough to ask where they had gone. so, when rae awoke to both of his parents gone he didn’t bat an eyelash. perhaps it was odd that there wasn’t money on the counter as usual, but that was it.

two months had passed and the teachers at school began to note that rae was looking thinner than usual. he also had a hard time concentrating in class and would quickly scarf down his meal at lunchtime. when he couldn’t explain where his parents were to the principal, police were called for a wellness check at the home. nothing was found other than an almost empty fridge. the lead detective on the case had told rae that he didn’t believe his story and didn’t like the look in his eyes.

two weeks later, in the middle of his second class, police arrived with the principal in tow. once in the hallway, he was placed in handcuffs and told that he was being arrested for the disappearance of his parents. it was shitty police-work and after 48 hours, with no evidence having surfaced, a judge ordered for him to be released. nonetheless, the scene at school had ruined his reputation. students and teachers were all gossiping about the boy accused of parricide and the few friends he had stopped talking to him. he was a ‘freak’ and fully kept to himself after that.

(2008)

rae had always told police he’d woken up that morning to find them gone. but that wasn’t true. he had gone out that night when he wasn’t supposed to, to hang out with friends from school. when he had returned hours past curfew, he saw them leaving in their car, looking distressed. perhaps they were looking for him. the roads were too dark at night and their car was probably sinking in the bottom of the lake now. so why didn’t he say anything? the simple answer was he didn’t want them to come back. they were always leaving him. rae convinced himself that they probably didn’t even leave to look for him, they left for some other reason. he stayed in a foster home for the next five years, even managed to graduate two years early and get a head start on college. and, when he moved out at eighteen, he petitioned to have his parents registered as legally dead. it was a two year process, during which he received his bachelor's degree and began the path to get a PhD in pathology. his internship at the coroner’s office began around the same time. even as his parents’ missing person posters stared him in the face, he continued to live on.

(2016)

rae’s day to day life had turned into a mindless routine of monotonous regularity. but that day, as he emerged from the 2nd street tunnel, he found himself somewhere impossible. before him a country road and a fallen tree, unlike any he'd seen before. the tree was…odd and gave him pause, a hand quickly going to throw the car into reverse. just as fast, his car became engulfed by a black mass and the screeching of crows overwhelmed his senses. and, when things finally calmed, he was left with a road that led him to one place. a town — eerie and quiet as the sun began to set. no matter how long or what direction he drove in, he always found himself back in the same place.

eventually acquiescing to the fact that he had nowhere else to go, rae decided to look for help. but as he stepped out of his car, a growl resonated through the air, sending a chill down his spine and the hair on his neck standing on end. he’d seen horrific things throughout his career at the coroner’s office, witnessed the worst of humanity on an autopsy table, but nothing had ever disturbed him quite like this. in a panic, he stumbled upon a building, its walls weathered and covered in what seemed like markings from a wild animal. inside the air was heavy and still, save for the sound of rae’s heart pounding in his chest. what the hell had he gotten himself into?