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Ugh, I hate Karen Wheeler stans, especially Karen/Billy shippers. Miss me with that 'The bored housewife should get to fuck the barely legal teenager' bs, especially if it's someone who has an issue with Eddie and Chrissy. If she wanted to fuck around, she could've chosen someone more age appropriate and not fresh out of fucking high school, but no, because of the Duffers and Shawn Levy simpimg over Cara Buono, we had to be subjected to Karen's thot era. 🥴
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I want to hide away somewhere soft and warm.
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Hey Billy Antis,
Regardless what you think and feel about Billy, what you say to and about survivors matters. In the past few weeks, you and your kind have argued that:
Abuse survivors like Billy deserve to be abused.
Abuse survivors like Billy don't deserve to be loved.
Abuse survivors like Billy who don't cope well don't deserve support.
Abuse survivors like Billy who are preyed on by adults deserve to be preyed on because they're "womanizers"
Abuse survivors like Billy who act out deserve institutional violence (e.g. incarceration or even the death penalty)
Abuse survivors like Billy cannot change or get better.
Abuse survivors like Billy who act out are comparable to serial killers, and/or abuse survivors are "psychopaths" / "sociopaths"
Abuse survivors like Billy dying through no fault of their own or committing suicide are taking "the easy way out" instead of making amends
Hundreds of you think the prospect of our deaths is funny and entertaining, and you don't understand nor care how triggering it is to celebrate Billy being abused and killed by his abusers.
Furthermore, for a crowd that claims to be anti racist, multiple people within your crowd think that BIPOC fans of Billy deserve racism, and multiple BIPOC fans of Billy have been called slurs, sent racist imagery, and told in explicit detail how Billy would hate crime them.
Collect. Your. Trash.
These opinions have real world consequences. It is not just about a fictional character. We are real people with real traumas and the things you are saying are wrong. They are evil. Hating a fictional character is not and never will be activism, and you are not a good person for sharing these opinions.
If you think to yourself, well, "I'm not like those antis, so this isn't my problem" - you are still participating in a fandom culture that normalizes this hateful and damaging behavior. Get a life. Do something more worthwhile. No one is saying you can't be critical of a fictional character, but letting hate consume you to the point of harming real people with your views is when you should have realized you should stop.
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I JUST WANNA READ GENERAL STRANGER THINGS FICS WITHOUT ANY FUCKING BILLY SLANDER. PLEASE GOD PLEASE
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I hate this feeling. It's like someone has a hand round my throat and I can't get any words out. I feel so small in the worst way.
#so overstimulated#selective mutism#neurodivergent#i don't even want to talk but the ability to would be nice
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Vampire Billy you will always be famous.
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need a giant who’s chill with my nonverbal autistic rizz. i want to be able to walk on the kitchen table, not make a single sound, stare at the cereal like 👁️👁️, and have the giant hand me some and send me on my way. like ‘yeah the little guy in my house can’t make eye contact and only speaks every two weeks, but they’re chill’.
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You know what I need?
I need Billy and Chrissy at some shitty high school party in the middle of the forest.
Jason takes Chrissy into the woods for some "alone time" and starts going too far. She's trying to push him off of her, screams out no, but then he's got a hand over her mouth and nobody can hear her screams. He's got his fly down, just about to pull off her skirt, when he feels himself being lifted into the air by his collar.
Chrissy pulls herself up onto her elbows, watching with wide eyes as Billy Hargrove picks Jason up like a sack of potatoes and swings him against a tree, arm across his throat.
"The girl said no, Carver," Billy breathes into Jason's face, nostrils flaring like an angry bull.
"Mind your business, Hargrove," Jason spits back, and Billy presses his arm into his windpipe until he goes purple.
"Tell her you're sorry," Billy instructs through gritted teeth.
Jason eventually gasps out a breathless sorry and Billy loosens his grip, letting Jason fall to the forest floor, clutching his throat and gasping for air.
Billy leans down and grabs Jason by his preppy hair, forcing him to look up at him. "You touch her again, you answer to me," he threatens in a vicious whisper. Jason squeezes his eyes shut and nods, scrambling away into the darkness as Billy turns his attention to Chrissy.
"You okay?" He reaches his hand out to her and helps her stand up. She's shaking like a leaf, her eyes still glassy with frightened tears.
"Y-Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks, Billy."
Billy sighs, grabbing a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lighting it, taking a long drag. He offers it to her but she politely declines.
Chrissy is still looking around the forest, as if she's paranoid that Jason's going to come back from round two.
Billy casts her a sidelong glance. "Look, I've been drinking, but a friend of mine is DD tonight. He could take you home if you want."
Chrissy nods frantically. "Yeah. I don't really want to be here anymore."
She's blushing in embarrassment and Billy plucks the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping it into the ground. "Carver's a piece of shit, but this stays between us. You have my word."
Chrissy looks relieved. "Thank you."
Billy nods like it's nothing and gestures for her to walk ahead of him. They make their way back to the clearing with the bonfire, tons of students laughing raucously and swigging back liquor and beer. Chrissy hangs back in the shadows while Billy strides forward, calling out, "Hey, Munson - Come here for a sec."
The crowd parts and Eddie Munson walks through, stumbling over a tree branch on the way. He jogs up to Billy, looking at him in confusion. "Hey. What's up?"
"Princess here needs a ride home. Can you help her out?"
Eddie nods immediately as Chrissy comes out of the shadow of a nearby tree. "Yeah, man. I can do that. You ready to go now?"
He looks at Chrissy and she nods, pursing her lips as she tries to keep the tears at bay. Eddie's expression immediately softens.
"Okay, my van's parked out on the road." Eddie gently touches her shoulder, guiding her forwards.
Billy watches them walk away together, a hell of a pair. He hears Chrissy laugh, probably from some dumb joke Eddie made up, and hopes to God that son of a bitch acts on the crush he's been harboring for about 7 years.
"Is that--?"
"Yup."
Steve hands Billy a beer and they both watch as Eddie opens his van door for Chrissy, bowing as she gets in.
Billy grimaces. "Jesus, he's a fucking nerd."
Steve laughs. "He also loves Metallica, so you can't really fault him on his taste." He pauses, watching as Eddie's van drives away. "Rumor has it, someone scared Jason Carver so bad, he left early."
Billy takes a swig of his beer. "Doesn't sound like my problem, Harrington."
"Well, whoever put him in his place, I'm sure Chrissy appreciated it. Eddie, too."
Steve gives him a pointed look, clinking their beer bottles together before striding back to the party. Billy watches Steve's ass walk all the way back to the fire before following. He figures he's earned it.
*
When Billy hears the rumors on Monday about Chrissy & Jason's breakup, he can't help but smile to himself--Especially when he sees Chrissy at Eddie's locker later, returning the leather jacket he'd loaned her with way too big of a smile.
Just call him a fuckin' matchmaker.
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why'd you crack the door open man there was a sock on the door for a reason
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Dare Me
Frat Boy Stevie is life! Also on AO3!
Steve's mouth tasted like bad decisions and garbage. He groaned, rolling his head further into his pillow like an animal burrowing into the ground.
The hand around his waist answered by pulling him a closer, which sparked something in his brain. His body felt a little sore in some interesting places.
Of course his first thought was about Billy. It wasn't that uncommon for him to wake up like this after a night out at some gay bar, trying to lose his pointless crush on the dance floor.
But this was different. His sheets didn't smell right. His hair didn't smell right, not like his hairspray.
The night came back in bits and pieces, in between waves of nausea.
It had been Jason's idea, and Tommy was just sober enough to drive them through the night to the lights of Vegas, chanting their frat's chant whenever he started to get tired. Steve'd been stuffed in the backseat next to Billy, trying to ignore the searing heat of his thigh, the way he looked at Steve over his cell phone, blue bedroom eyes lit by the glow of his dating apps. The way he called Steve Bambi, all low and lilting. Smoother than tequila.
Drinking came easy, and besides, it was Vegas. Of course they got smashed, fighting their hangovers with more and more. Though the thought of taking even one sniff of alcohol now made him want to hurl.
Last night they'd been at some... show or something? An Elvis impersonator, he remembered that, and a woman in a showgirl outfit. He remembered crawling into the fountain at the Four Seasons and almost losing his Tau Sigma hat for... something.
The man next to him groaned, pulling Steve even closer and burying his face in the back of Steve's neck.
A name, he really needed to remember a name, but all that was coming forward was Billy... Billy in the fountain, laughing with his pant legs rolled up. Billy in the backseat of an uber, in the dark. Billy talking to Elvis, all blue bedroom eyes. Billy...
Oh no.
Steve shot up, swallowing against the urge to throw up.
Billy groaned, his hair sticking up in a frizzy halo around his head.
"Billy get up!" He shook at Billy's bronze shoulder.
"Five more minutes, baby, I'll make you breakfast."
Steve huffed, opening his mouth to reply before he bolted out of bed to throw his guts up.
He caught a glimpse of a cheap gold looking ring on his finger as he knelt down on the tile and let it rip, almost jumping when he felt a hand softly rub his shoulder blades.
"Billy," He groaned miserably, head hung in the toilet bowl, "We got married."
"What?"
Steve shoved back from the toilet, practically falling into Billy's arms, "I think we got married last night."
"Holy fuck, dude," Billy's brow furrowed, and then his eyes widened and he stared at Steve. Blue bedroom eyes. The whole nine yards.
"Do you remember anything?"
Billy's eyes slid to the ground, "Uh..."
Steve rubbed his hands over his face, "Oh my god, Billy. Fuck."
"Let's go back to bed. I'll order room service."
"Why are you not freaking out more?" Steve covered his eyes, "Billy I'm so fucking sorry."
"What are you sorry for, Bambi?"
"I just... I must have... dared you do do this or something. I'm so fucking sorry." He jerked away from Billy, scrambling against the tub.
Billy frowned, "And what makes you think I didn't do this... on my own."
"What do you mean?"
Billy just stared down at him, licking his lip, "Bambi..."
Steve shook his head, just a little, not understanding.
"Why would you have dared me?" Billy asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I mean, obviously... it's a j-joke or something."
"A joke?"
"No I mean...." Steve ran his hands through his hair.
"You like me, Bambi?" Billy smiled, and Steve's stomach dropped to the cold, nasty tile floor.
"I... I just mean..."
"Because I like you. Obviously."
Steve shifted, bumping into the bathtub.
"Don't fuck with me." Steve said softly.
Billy crawled closer. His eyes darted over Steve's face, blue gone electric in the shitty bathroom lighting.
"I'm not fuckin' with you."
Steve backed as far as he could against the tub, "You're not mad."
Billy shook his head, taking Steve's jaw in his hand, "I could never be mad at my husband."
Steve shivered, "Don't kiss me I just threw up."
Billy smiled, and his eyes lit up like the lights of Vegas, "Dare me?"
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BILLY HARGROVE. WILLIAM HARGROVE. BILLIAM. ITS HIM.
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Huge soft lips brush the tiny's cheek, they part slightly and the borrower gasps as teeth lightly nibble at their jaw.
He's so careful with them, listening to their reactions closely.
They've had a long day and he wants to let them know just how much he loves them.
#stoned vore thoughts#prey speaks#slightly suggestive?#g/t vore#extreme cuddling#mawplay#soft vore#B/illy hargrove#vent vore
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Imagining that it's the height of summer.
The pred is laid out on the couch, their s/o is relaxing on his just basking in the skin on skin contact.
Just taking a quiet moment to themselves.
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Me explaining why you should label edibles so tinies don't accidentally get high.
My friend: I'm not on your level mate
#they know i like G/t and enjoy teasing me about it#prey speaks#stoned vore thoughts#vore shitpost#soft vore#safe vore#g/t vore#borrower
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