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madelynraemunson · 2 months

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You can answer this privately, but a few weeks ago I was thinking about if Reader was trying to make Eddie jealous with the song I kissed a girl in the background making out with some girl on the stage you know. Or tryna make him want her more lol.

def need to catch up tho

ooooh a lil toxic lovin’ i see i see 😏💋 thank you for helping with the possessive!eddie dirty talk and reactions, my sweet.

from the CMWYW universe

timeline: shortly after chapter 013

𝐈 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭 18+

a collaboration with @emsgoodthinkin 💌

modern!strip club owner!eddie x modern!fem!exotic dancer!hargrove reader

CW: jealous!eddie, wlw, possessive!eddie, boyfriend!eddie, biting, degrading kink, eddie calls us a slut lmao, bratty shy girl, dom!eddie, sub!shy girl, lmk if i miss anything

[WC: 2.0k]

“I just think you’re getting a little too into it.”

It’s crazy to think Eddie would draw the line at Gareth and not Steve. Yet here you two are, arguing in the dressing room mid-shift because Eddie realized his D&D friends — who are regulars at his D&D themed strip club — have eyes and money.

“Babe, this is GARETH we’re talking about here,” you emphasize. “Gareth!”

You’re talking about the Gareth who’s gamer tag is ‘Gareth the “Gare Bear” Emerson’. The same Gareth who still uses the bunny ear method to tie his shoes. The same Gareth who gets upset when his food touches. Aside from his now relatively toned build, clear skin, and knowledge on self-care and personal hygiene, Gareth Emerson is still the same guy. And that guy is a fucking dweeb.

“Yeah, but Gareth is conventionally attractive now,” your boyfriend points out. “And somebody who’s had no choice but to build their charm from the inside out is a dangerous person.”

Projecting, are we Munson? You think to yourself. You couldn’t believe the audacity of your boyfriend. Ever since you two became exclusive, Eddie has become extra protective of you. You didn’t mind it. You actually preferred it because it means he cares. But really, at work? The place you clock in every day (not only to see him but) to make a living?

“You left scratches on his back last time.”

“He paid me to make a girl jealous.”

“And let’s not forget whatever the fuck that was that you did with Creel,” Eddie adds refusing to hear you out.

“Henry PAID me for a lap dance,” you hiss. “He was lonely, I was doing my job. He came in and spoiled me and your business on his off day, babe.”

The heat dissolves from Eddie’s cheeks when he hears his pet name. Albeit flattering, this conversation between you two wasn’t over just yet.

Eddie knew what he saw. He knows that blank, fucked out stare from anywhere, and it was prominent when you were giving Henry a lap dance, using the crinkle of his pants to get yourself off.

There’s no arguing there. But you were single when that happened and Eddie at the time made it really seem like he didn’t want anything with you. None of this was taking away from how ridiculous Eddie was being.

“Okay,” you sigh, still choosing to honor his wishes. “No more dances for Gareth.”

“At least for tonight,” Eddie barters, issuing you a fake pout. “Feeling a little bit jealous, but I’ll get over it.”

Stay away from Gareth, or men in general tonight. You can definitely do that.

Eddie’s a happy camper now. He watches as you do your thing at Vecna’s Lair, cock twitching eagerly in his pants as you swing down the pole and sink your pelvis onto the stage. The men douse you in ones, fives, tens, twenties. And you let it rain down on you with ease.

But why is Eddie still so jealous? He can’t help but turn green with envy when he sees you smile at your patrons. When you lock eyes with them as you speak. And the way they gravitate towards you and your pheromones like some magnets on a fridge.

You seem to be unbothered by everything, unbothered by his presence in a room full of other gentlemen. Eddie needs to test the waters. Eddie needs to know you care.

So he decides to grab a beer and approach the first customer of the opposite sex who happens to spiral into his periphery. It happens to be good ol’ Stephanie tonight.

A regular during the beginning days of the week, this kind hearted, very approachable redhead welcomes Hellfire’s owner with a smile, offering her beer bottle to Eddie for him to give her a clink, hello.

“Hey!” he chimes. “How uh, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing well, and yourself?”

Eddie grins. “Not too shabby.”

Performatively studying her with his eyes, he decides to ask her an innuendo-filled question. “You enjoying yourself tonight?”

“What’s it to ya?”

“I always like to make sure my customers are satisfied.”

Her brow does a fruitful quirk upwards.

“So you’re the owner huh? Already so young and successful. That’s quite impressive.”

“D’aww,” your boyfriend’s hands clutch his chest. “I appreciate that.”

You can’t help but look over, stomach warped into knots.

Eddie told you to stay away from guys. So why is he flirting with a girl? Specifically a customer you’ve interacted with before. Not that Eddie would know that, since he’s always in his office when Stephanie is here.

Eddie knows you see him now and that’s all the satisfaction he needs. Knowing he got the reaction he wanted, he excuses himself from Steph, strutting back over to his office to disappear for a while and let your mind wander.

But your mind is already two steps ahead. When Stephanie catches a glimpse of you, her eyes sparkle. You wave her over.

“You just keep coming back for more, don’t you?” you infer as she strides towards you.

Stephanie chuckles. “You just can’t seem to keep me away, Shy Girl. I owe Vicky and Robin one for putting me onto this joint.”

You swing your legs over so you can divert your attention to your stunning regular. She seems to be receptive to your flirtatious nature. And conveniently, the DJ transitions into a very fitting song:

“How are you doing tonight?” you assess her.

Stephanie shrugs. “I’m doing okay. The chick I was telling you about last week stood me up. So I’m here just trying to make myself feel better.”

“OMG I’m so sorry dude.”

But she brushes it off. “It’s okay. The loneliness will die down. I just gotta feel sorry for myself first.”

You rest a consoling hand on your shoulder. Before becoming exclusive with Eddie, you knew the feeling of rejection all too well.

“You’re welcome here anytime. Even if you just wanna talk. Girl to girl, we can even do a private room for an hour.”

Just then, Stephanie reaches into her bra and pulls out a twenty dollar bill with the smuggest look on her face.

“What about center stage? You tryna kiss it all better?”

You could’ve… and would’ve done it without the money. But knowing Eddie is in for the plot twist of his lifetime, you’ve rendered the deal priceless. Happily obliging, you accept the money Stephanie insists you take from her and extend your arms out.

“Bring it in, chica.”

It’s not what I’m used to. Just wanna try you on. I’m curious for you…

And then it happens. It starts with a timid smack of the lips to feel out both your comfort levels. The feeling of safety and trust propels you both further into realms of intensity you wouldn’t have thought of exploring with one another before. She tastes of cherry, with a hint of minty coconut.

You let out a satisfied hum. It registers as a vibration against her full, vivacious chest. Dancing your fingers in her wavy hair now, you pull her closer to your chest as your lips lock in tandem.

“WHEW!” you can hear Argyle shout all the way from the kitchen. “GAH DAMN!”

…I kissed a girl and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chapstick…

The uproar creates a chain reaction and soon all the gentlemen at Hellfire are hooting and hollering at the relatively unscripted act of affection in front of them. Soon, the money follows. Grinding your hips against her torso now, you chase the feeling of self-indulgence as you unravel yourself onto Stephanie. Right in time for Eddie to see.

I kissed a girl just to try it. I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.

Floored, confused, and just a tad aroused, your man stands at the foot of Vecna’s Lair with his hands curling at his sides.

It felt so wrong. It felt so right. Don’t mean I’m in love tonight.

His stiff cock protrudes at the posterior ends of his zipper, boxer briefs shamefully laced with the salty spouts of his leaky tip. Fuck, he’s so hard. But still, oh so very pissed.

I kissed a girl and I liked it. I liked it.

Standing where you knew he’d be, you shoot him a wink, letting him know that you’re well aware of his foiled plan. And after you and Stephanie thank one another for each other’s time, you prance off to the dressing room with mountains of bills in your hands.

———

“You think Eddie’s gonna like this green set?”

There’s an itch to burn the cash you got tonight, so you find yourself browsing the internet for lingerie on your phone.

“Oooh,” Nina coos in approval. “Yes girl. You’re gonna look like a sexy dragon of sorts.”

“Mm. And what about this g-string?”

“Yes, get it. I have the same one and it’s so flattering and comfortable. Look!”

Just then the door shoots open.

“Eddie, what the hell?!” Nina shrieks, quickly donning her cloak to cover up. “Knocking, fucker. Ever heard of it?”

You turn towards the entrance to find your flustered man at the door, scowling at you briefly before turning to apologize to Nina.

“Sorry, Neens,” his gaze softens sincerely. But Nina is already storming out. “I was dumb for that.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you tsk.

You two wait until your colleague is out of range to engage in what you both know is about to be some pretty reckless behavior. When all is clear, Eddie wastes no time, pouncing on you, pinning you by the wrists to the drawer of your vanity, leaving love bites at the crook of your neck just keen enough to draw blood.

Pathetically, you love it. Your dripping cunt swells for the intensity — the fury of his rough hands — the vampiric blows to your hot pulse points — the rugged buckling of his hips as he digs his claws into the tender indents of yours.

“Eddie…” you whimper.

“This familiar?” he demands between breaths.

“Rings a bell,” you muster, tracing his large display of excitement with your trembling palm. “Though it seems like you don’t necessarily…have a problem with it.”

A sinister laugh escapes his throat.

Eddie huffs. “Think you can be a smart aleck with me without repercussions?”

As swift as they come, Eddie flips you around, easing you safely onto the desk portion of your vanity by the your neck. You squirm around like a brat, whining and kicking at him with your heels in playful retaliation. His fingertips then tightly enclose around your thin lacy bralette, causing a minor tear of the sparkly chrome fabric.

Too far. Grabbing him by the wrist, you eye him in disapproval.

“Eds!” you hiss at him, seriously this time.

“You’re buying new sets anyways,” he shrugs indifferently. “You know, with the money you got for being a needy little slut.”

You issue a low grumble as Eddie sinks his body atop the small of your back. The softness in Eddie returns again when he presses delicate kisses around the tip of your chin.

“Mine, remember?”

He spins you around again, ordering you to your knees with an authoritative snap. You oblige a little too quickly, but you don’t care. You’re at the mercy of him tonight and always.

“Yours…” you breathe, knowing he’s about to fuck you and your mouth to spit and tears. “Yours only…”

He smirks, satisfied with himself. You bite your lip eagerly as you watch the King of Hellfire — and your heart — unbuckle his belt, ushering his pants down to line his pulsing cock up against your lips. Desperate for more already, your tongue peaks out to say hello. The deep lines of his snarky face concave further.

“Pucker up, sweetheart.”

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wakeupthemembersofbylernation · 10 months

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It is not even that Mlvns are homophobic. I mean, many of the toxic ones are. We’ve all seen them and interacted with them and received hate anons from them. When Noah’s article officially confirming Will’s sexuality dropped during the summer, people were literally tweeting slurs and fantasizing about him being hate-crimed or dying from AIDS. (It’s probably unfair to group Mlvns in with these people, as lots of them weren’t even Mlvns, just bigoted GA members and trolls). But still. It was bleak. There’s a deep darkness within the ST fandom undeniably.

But I’m sure many Mlvns/Byler-antis are the types of people who genuinely have no problem with queer people in real life. When we call them out on their bigotry and homophobia, they get confused and say, “But I have gay friends! How am I homophobic for not liking Byler?” And they mean it 100%. They really do have gay friends. They probably consider themselves allies and yada yada.

The issue is that A) they are deeply heteronormative without realizing it, and B) they simply aren’t the target audience for the show, and as such, they don’t really understand or connect to the themes of the show. The thing is, lots of people, many Milkvans included, are simply normies. Now I love Steve as a character, so this is literally no hate to Steve, but lots of people are Steves. And people who are like Steve: popular, straight, attractive, used to dating the types of people they want, into ‘normal’ interests like sports (not that Steve is hyper into sports, but you know what I mean), likely to go down ‘normal’ paths and live fairly conventional lives like their parents, etc. are simply not the target audience for the show.

Obviously, the show centers on outcasts, nerds, queer characters, characters with disabilities, black characters, etc. Most people recognize this on some level, but they recognize it in more of a general sense like, “Of course the protagonists are nerds/outcasts, just like all the classic 80s teen protagonists. I just love how nostalgic ST is!” And they leave it at that. Because they are normies, they don’t really connect to the themes of the show other than a surface-level, power of friendship sense. They don’t see how Byler is more aligned with the show’s message than Milkvan at this point. They don’t see that the outcast status of most of the characters is more than just a throwaway personality trait… its deeply integral to the point of the show itself and closely connected to the supernatural storyline.

This is because nerd culture is somewhat mainstream now, and lots of “normies” like it too. Star Wars, Marvel, LOTR, Harry Potter, etc. These are all major parts of society and billion dollar franchises, even more so than they were in the 80s. Because of this, people don’t realize that in the context of the world of the show, they wouldn’t have been friends with the Party most likely. It is far more statistically likely that they would’ve rolled with Angela’s friend group or joined Jason’s human hunting squad. Or even if they weren’t outright bullies, it’s far more likely that they would’ve been one of the nameless background characters in Hawkins High, just kind of floating by in a conventionally comfortable existence, entirely oblivious to government lab conspiracies and alternate dimensions. The characters in ST are outcasts in a deeper, existential sense. Society is against them.

And so many people can’t relate, especially to the queer themes. They can’t even see the queer themes. Because the show is not for them. That’s why you see so many baffling takes on the show:

“Will is so whiny all the time, and I don’t like him!”

“Mike was right in the rain fight! S3 is about growing up, and Will was acting like a baby.”

“Tbh I don’t care that much about the Party dynamics. My favorite part of the show is Steve and Dustin being funny together. And my second favorite part is Hopper being a cool action hero.”

“B*lly is overhated! I mean, he’s so hot and misunderstood! He could’ve redeemed himself.”

“I don’t get Byler. It barely seems like Mike and Will are even friends.”

To be clear, it doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy the genre of the show. Being horror/sci-fi, its core fans are a smaller pool of people than, say, fans of The Office or Friends or other popular sitcoms. So the Mlvns who watched it since the beginning probably do have some avant-garde tastes in terms of genre-preferences, since lots of people wouldn’t touch horror with a ten-foot pole. But it does mean they don’t pick up on the themes of the show and the arc of the characters.

(Of course, many newer fans now are just watching it cause it’s popular, regardless of which genres they typically prefer. This opens the show up to lots of people who don’t connect to anything about the show, not just its themes but also its darker content. A lot of newer fans sound like this: “Like, I just love that Mike was in love with El from the day he found her in the woods, and it’s so cute that El is Mike’s superhero, and Eddie is so cool and badass; I wish he could’ve told Chrissy how he felt, and I’m anxiously awaiting S5 to see who Nancy chooses but I hope she chooses Steve… Stancy 4ever!” This is because Stancy is like every other conventionally attractive couple in media).

I’m rambling, but a lot of people are into Milkvan because of their expectations that “pretty boy and pretty girl go together,” and that’s all there is to it. Finn is attractive and Millie is attractive, and they play the protagonists, so of course Mike and El are endgame. Why wouldn’t they be? This is true for the girls who project themselves onto Millie and see Finn/Mike as a dream boyfriend, and it’s true for the guys who project themselves onto Finn and who would want nothing more than to have a cool, superpowered girlfriend.

This is the way of nature. In a normie worldview, there’s no deviation from this path. A lot of fans basically take The Kissing Booth/To All the Boys I Loved Before and slap a sci-fi/horror filter on it, and they think that’s what Stranger Things is. It’s a cool show where kids fight monsters, and there are normal, heterosexual romances like Mlvn to root for, and there’s a badass superhero main character at the center.

Oh, there’s a gay character too? Well, that’s weird. I mean, y’all already have Robin, but whatever. I’m not homophobic! I’m cool with Will being gay… as long as he stays over there. Oh, he’s in love with Mike? Well, that’s even weirder. Why would the writers do that? I suppose that’s fine, as long as it’s just a little crush, and as long as it doesn’t get in the way of “the main storyline” and my OTP. I’m not homophobic, I swear! I have gay friends!

And they do. And they might not actively be against LGBTQ+ people in real life. They may really be telling the truth. But because they are Steves, this is where heteronormativity comes into play and blinds them. Main couples in shows are always straight, so the cool sci-fi, monster show they love must also be. They’re fine with Kevin Kellers, but queer Mike doesn’t fit the box that they allot to gay characters. So Mike must be the straightest character of all time to fight back against “weird delusional Byler theories” that would “come out of nowhere.” It’s not that they’re actively anti-gay; it’s that they are profoundly closed-minded and have a very myopic view of sexuality/storytelling/their favorite characters/their favorite shows. This is very similar to the XO, Kitty situation and people who were upset that Kitty was ‘suddenly’ bi and had a crush on Yuri.

WHAT?! Where did this come from? I thought I was watching a normal rom-com! I was fine with the gay characters on it who were clearly televised from the beginning! But Kitty? No! Kitty’s my self-insert. How can she like girls too? It must be a phase and be “less real” than her male love interests. This isn’t Heartstopper. The same weird energy is present in the ST fandom.

Byler being semi-canon isn’t seen as confirmation of a love triangle; it’s seen as a disruption to the norm and the foregone conclusion that Mike and El will be together forever and get married and have telekinetic children because the show owes that to them for all they’ve been through. “But why is Will inserted into their scenes?” we ask them, begging them to see reason. “Idk, but he should know his place and stop being a homewrecker and go find a new boy to like. Just leave the soulmates alone. Mike has already made clear he’s straight and that Will is nothing more than a friend. He said it in the roller rink!” This is how heteronormativity works.

That’s why Byler endgame will be so important because it will shatter preconceived notions and open people’s eyes to the beautiful tapestry of humanity. And they will see that this powerful, queer, coming-of-age, love story was right there, under their noses, in their “fun sci-fi monster show” this whole time. *Mind Blown*

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #mike wheeler i know what you are #byler endgame #stranger things 5 #anti milkvan #ST fandom analysis

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thestobingirlie · 3 months

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I hate to do the "if the genders were reversed" thing.

But if Vickie had've been Victor, the character wouldn't have had the hate or the attitude. Even if everything else was the same (except, you know, the implication of a potential wlw relationship) right down to the amount of screen time.

If it had been a canon bisexual male character that was introduced as a potential love interest for a male main, with a slightly quirky personality that matched and complimented said male main, fandom would have been drooling over that, no matter how little screen time there was.

Hell, just a bland conventionally attractive white male character with very little personality and a similar interest is enough to ship them with a male main even if they have never met. (Gareth. And those who ship him with will.)

I would bet anything that half of the people that are complaining about Vickie would say they'd rather have the rest of hellfire/corroded coffin back over Vickie, and that they had more impact than she did. Which, no. They were in 3 scenes and nothing would have changed if they hadn't have been there. They had less impact than Vickie did, because we got the set up that she was going to mean something in S5 when the final shots framed her with Steve and Robin as the Upside Down bled into Hawkins

ah, but if vickie was a man, she would be a queer man. and WE ALL KNOW that a queer man is sooooo much more important than a queer woman. bisexual women barely even count as representation in comparison to a man!!!!

but yeah seriously. it’s misogyny. it really is. it’s just another female character that is suffering from a long line of “i just don’t really care about female characters but i’ll give an entire personality to this background male”

#vickie #rockie #stranger things #asks #anon

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siberian-xanadu · 2 months

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Just thinking about if Hollywood ever decided to do a prog biopic about a band (let's use Yes as an example) it would have to be the anti-Bohemian Rhapsody. It would have to paint the band out to be much raunchier than they actually were, and include a SHITTON of side-characters from other prog bands making guest appearances.

My outline for a completely non-serious, absolutely inaccurate and insane Yes biopic would look something like this: 1. Make them all ridiculously conventionally attractive and NOTHING like the musician they're supposed to be portraying. Guess what motherfuckers? Steve is now 6'2 and more ripped than The Rock.

2. Way gayer than it actually was. Way, way gayer. Bill leaves the band after his sexual tension is resolved, and immediately joins Fripp.

3. Robert Fripp makes several guest appearances. He is played by Weird Al.

4. Ian Anderson also makes several guest appearances and is also played by Weird Al. This is never addressed.

5. Excluding Bill, whenever a band member leaves, this is not addressed. When Peter leaves, for example, the same actor puts on a wig and starts going by Steve. The movie carries on without addressing this.

6. When Rick joins Yes, he walks into Bill and Chris in their fist-fight, and immediately joins in.

7. The most inaccurate part of the movie: there needs to be a TON of women at concerts.

8. Not sure about how we'll end the movie, but I'm thinking one of three ways:

a) Jon returns to his home planet after Tormato, leaving Steve, Chris, and Alan to team up with the Buggles.

b) Film just cuts out in the middle of the story, because it was getting too long and complicated.

c) Ends in the late 80s/early 90s with ABWH and Yes-West settling their differences in a Denny's parking lot.

#prog shitpost #yes band #please add suggestions!!!

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mdhwrites · 5 months

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Five Reasons Why The Owl House Isn't Inclusive

Someone on Twitter asked me to elaborate on the concept of TOH not being inclusive beyond LGBTQIA+ labels, which I'm still happy it has, and I accidentally just made a five part list of them that helped bring together a lot of the points I've tackled not only recently but also in the past so... Why not? Let's actually make a kind of master post for this. These are five reasons why The Owl House isn't inclusive.

The demons

I don't entirely have an order for this, this isn't a top five thing, but we'll start with probably the thing that's the easiest to never even think about: It's treatment of the demons of the Isles of the DEMON REALM.

Every demon in the show is either a gag, a villain... Or the ones who get to have nuance or be good are the ones who pass the most for being 'human', much like how the witches are just humans with pointy ears. The first point is pretty obvious. A lot of random demons show up just to be made fun of for looking strange and then move on.

The villain accusation though is because like 90% of one off villains in this show, with no nuance or real personality and are obviously evil just because they're evil are demons. They also aren't allowed to be amongst the good guys for the most part. In the main cast, the only demon is Hooty who... Boy his treatment is AWFUL. It actually says TERRIBLE things about Luz that she treats him just as poorly as everyone else, especially when someone else manages to befriend him... Which the show uses as signaling to treat Lilith as lesser than the rest because now she's comic relief.

Finally the passing part. This is actually big for the fact that it's actually kind of racist in general. The only demons who are allowed actual nuance are the ones who look the most like witches or humans. Boscha and Steve are both theoretically demons as far as we know and they get kind of redemption arcs but much lesser ones than any more human character and both start as villains. Then there's Vee who is the only unequivocally 'good' demon and her whole thing is that she can pass for a witch or human. In fact, she's better at being human than LUZ is.

So point one and we've already got a weird undercurrent of an entire race being lesser than the conventional ones or... that'd be it if not for

1.5: Take a lot of what I said about demons and apply it to the guys of TOH because they're also treated like shit by the writers. They are either villains or jokes when they first appear and the only exceptions are either still pretty questionable for fitting one those roles... Or dead. You know, like Manny. I think Dell is literally the only ALIVE male character who isn't a joke or villain at one point.

2. Everyone's really fucking pretty. Like... period. Every character in the main cast is ready for the runway. The only main character who really comes close to being transgressive in their looks is Willow and like... Overwatch came out 7 years ago with Mei and that she wasn't a daring design choice then and Willow wasn't four years later. They're the definition of 'more to love'.

Admittedly, I'm normally fine with things just having pretty people. Yokotaro is based for giving an android a big ass because he likes pretty women. I don't think people should feel ashamed for that. It's just a problem when a lot of your contemporary competitors, or even old school competitors like Recess back in the NINETIES, who aren't even trying to preach inclusivity, have better body representation than the show that does.

And yes, that does tie back into the demon thing too as you might notice that all the demons who are accepted by the main cast or given more nuance are the ones who look the most conventionally attractive. Good job show.

3. Nothing here is actually transgressive.

So now we're getting away from looks and the like and actually getting into how well the show sells its theming and representation of those society rejects. The embodiment of this should be Luz if the show wishes to say that it accepts those with weird interests or behave oddly. The only problem is that Luz doesn't. At all. When she is, the things she's transgressive about are things like the safety of others and common human decency.

Luz never really defines herself by her interests after all. Azura exists sure but it gets like... A handful of forced references in S1 and then maybe a couple in S2, often not even by Luz eventually but Amity, which is literally what happens in S3 as she abandons the series effectively. This isn't technically bad. She has a healthy relationship to it for the most part. She doesn't hyperfixate or try to interject it into every part of her life. She's just a nerd... Which wasn't even a brave thing back when I was in High School a decade ago.

Straight up: I was a part of JROTC, the American school fast track into the military and people the first guy I ever heard squeal about how the Avengers were gonna happen, he swears, was a really dude in that ecosystem. He was more of a nerd than any of the drama kids I eventually hung out with and no one cared.

And Luz is less extreme than THAT. The only time she actually is is during her character introduction where she, you know, releases spiders on a classroom and also snakes that attack people. Or how about those fireworks? What was her plan with those? Set them off inside and kill burn down the whole building in the BEST CASE scenario? Because if she's been bullied so much, why would she expect her class to come outside for that? Regardless of the fact that you'd get expelled just for bringing that much gunpowder into school, let alone the other reasons she should have been expelled.

The worst part of all of this though is Lilith. Lilith actually hyperfixates. She cares a LOT about her interests and gets giddy about them... And it's almost always framed as mocking. Everything to do with her interest in history is almost always setup for a joke of some sort or to make her look smaller. She is also more genuinely interested in learning and excited about the Isles and its potential than Luz commonly but when she becomes that character, she isn't taken seriously anymore. She's a joke, just like her best friend Hooty.

So now we've rejected nerds. Can we really go deeper? Well, how about the oppressed themselves?

4: The oppressed are inconvenient to the show so they don't show up.

Because the Isles is meant to be bigotry free except for Belos (an ENTIRELY different topic that has bunches of problems of it own) the only people actually oppressed in the show, who are ever actually forced to conform and mind that conforming, are wild witches. But not only is their plight poorly shown but it's also inconsistent.

Eda is our ONLY representation of it and the show ever struggles to decide how genuinely illegal her presence is. She's allowed to just stroll into an Emperor's Coven funded school and enroll her student there. All it takes for her to be free for a day is burning some posters. But also on the other side, she is literally threatened with death ONLY for the crime of being a wild witch and not the rest of her rap sheet.

And why shouldn't it be? Systemic oppression isn't actually that bad by what the show depicts. Dana herself wrote Reaching Out where the coven system is treated like not going to college instead of a crime so severe as to have the death penalty. She also was one of two writers for The First Day where they treat the coven system as just tradition and not like multi-tracking is going to get these kids literally killed, if Bump himself isn't removed by Belos for enabling people to break the law in an episode where he SPECIFICALLY NEEDS GOVERNMENT FUNDING.

And as the coven system is the only form of oppression, no one has to actually deal with the social and sometimes legal pressures that makes one hide who they are. It can't say anything about those actually struggling because it's inconvenient. You can't just have Luz be accepted by all if her dream makes her illegal to most. You can't have her easily fall in love because that relationship is illegal. You can't have members of the government who have done literal witch hunts just turn around and be good guys because they are active participants in bigotry.

So the oppressed, the people actually other'd by the story that's being told, are pushed out of frame for the sake of the escapist fantasy of Luz getting to runaway to a magical world and save it. They exist solely to claim there IS a reason to fight but actually showing their struggle is one step too far apparently.

5. It leans into extremely harmful stereotypes of people with mental disorders and disabilities. Content warning for those topics until the BUT at the end.

This is the last one because not only do I think it's actually the most dangerous but it's also the most personal as someone who is literally disabled due to their depression. Who had to be really careful when writing about characters in crises not to peddle the same narratives most stories do. Extremely hazardous, painful narratives.

Hunter and Eda are both disabled by the logic of the world they live in. Both are incapable of magic in a world that expects it from them and it causes real difficulty in their lives, forcing them to require equipment and/or meds to aid them in dealing with the struggles these cause, doubly so for Eda because of the curse. It actually is good representation... Until you start thinking about and people start getting 'cured'.

Eda's is definitely more of a mental health disability with how much it's connected to emotions, stress, etc. like that than her physically being incapable of doing more. She suffers from not having enough spoons on any given day to do things with some being worse than others. Again, face value, this looks kind of nice.

Here's the insidious part: When she isn't medicated, when she isn't able to hold back her symptoms... she's literally a monster. Anytime she shows her pain, she is actively dangerous to those around her. Full stop. And there is no way to stop this except her murder. She will ALWAYS be a threat for the rest of her life, even after making peace with her diagnosis. After all, in the final episode she literally has to warn someone to get away because she's going to lose control. Worse yet, part of her getting a reprieve from it is to ruin another life. Lilith is made disabled because Eda's illness is so out of control that only through other people's sacrifices can she find help.

If none of this raises red flags, GOOD FOR YOU! You haven't ever had to be told you might lose your apartment just because they don't want to one day find you having done something terrible because they assume that will eventually happen, SOMETHING THAT HAS ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME. You've never been told to hide and lie about your condition, to pass as just a normal person, so you could get a job or just so you didn't appear wrong to others. So you don't seem like a ticking time bomb that will explode.

Hunter is a mixed bag comparatively. He's better because his disability, not having magic, isn't inherently dangerous. He's not going to kill anyone someday because of it. The problem is that he is still mostly framed as lesser because of his lack of magic and that he is helpless due to it minus one time he gets to show off his skills while without his staff... To no avail. Otherwise, everytime he doesn't have a staff, he is completely at the mercy of anyone around him. His heart to hear with Willow is even about feeling like less of a person due to it and how they've both struggled with the problem, which, you know, feels disingenuous when at the end the plant goddess forces him through the ground against his will because she has her own magic and is one of the strongest witches on the Isles. It's like telling someone missing an arm that yeah, when you were young you broke your arm too but you got better while the other person is still MISSING AN ARM.

And then he is cured... By the death of his best friend. At which point, he is whole, a complete person with his own magic... at the cost of a life. You know, just like how Eda only got the curse to back off by hurting someone she cared about too.

What the fuck?

And finally, for a bit more mental health rep: Luz. People like to claim that Luz is suffering from trauma, depression, anxiety, etc. in the second half of show and especially S3. The problem with this is that after S2A, Luz is just categorically is a worse person. This culminates in what most consider to be her lowest point, Thanks to Them when she has a speech in class that potentially hints at suicidal ideation. However, in the episode she decides that instead of taking responsibility and trying to fix her mistakes like she used to, she is going to just stay home and let an entire world die. Yes, she frames it as self sacrifice and having learned from her mistakes... but it's not. It's self preservation if anything.

Anyone on the Isles should be presumed dead or something akin to it with what she experienced during King's Tide. Anyone who goes back is going to fight a GOD to try to reclaim it. To have to beat someone who is leagues more powerful than any entity they've even fathomed before. Her friends have been trying to get home and planning for this all with the expectation that Luz would be by their side. But despite the fact that she explicitly blames herself for the situation, she's staying. There's no talk about how this means dooming her found family, how it means breaking up with Amity or anything like that. Her focus is entirely on herself and the mistake she made. They can all go rot while she gets to stay home with her mom.

This doesn't even go into Luz's lower empathy or her CONSTANT LYING that was more prevalent in the second half of the show. It all says one clear thing though in this context: Because she is damaged due to trauma and depression, she is a generally worse person. She cares less about others than a functional person would, as she was a better person before all of this, and loses her morality as she is willing to let people die instead of fix her mistakes.

All of this just makes it bluntly better if Luz isn't actually depressed during this time period and more is just being a bad person because things have gotten tough. Otherwise this feeds into a LOT of bad stereotypes for those who are mentally ill.

BUT.

I do not think any of this is done with malice. Any of the five points. It's just careless. I pointed out the narrative problems for properly including a couple of them and I could easily tell you why others regurgitate issues without blinking for many of the others. It's easy to make these sorts of mistakes if you're not thinking about it. If you're just taking tropes you like instead of trying to craft towards a genuinely coherent theme. It's made worse when you know you're in a landscape that is hungry for representation so being praised for it won't be hard so you don't need to fully commit.

As I said earlier though, this is kind of a problem for a show that wants to be about inclusivity. Who's main themes, at best, are about self actualization and self acceptance. About being who you are and finding the spaces that allow you to do that. And yet... So many are left to the wayside. Abandoned because the show has a very narrow definition of a 'correct' identity and if you don't fill those definitions, it will leave you behind.

If you want a show that actually accepts everyone, that allows for all parts of identity, I've seen only one season of Craig of the Creek and it is EXCEPTIONAL at it. All are welcome in the creek. No exceptions. If someone is alone, it's because of circumstance or self selection and even they are given chances to be a part of the community.

I wish TOH had believed in something even close to similar.

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girasollake · 2 years

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rather be | e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem! reader

requested: yes

type: somewhere between angst and fluff i guess

summary: you go to a party feeling good about yourself. however your confidence which was already fragile, breaks completely after your unpleasant encounter with jason. after that you go to eddie, because he’s the only person who praises how you look like

warnings: fat shaming obvi, curse words, mention of alcohol, i think thats it

a/n: this was easy for me to write cause i feel like that and i based this fic a bit off of my own past with people saying shit, and the part with eddie is based on some of the convos i usually have with my boyfriend lmao, hope you guys will like it!

word count: around 2,200

You plopped down on your bed after a long day of school. Looking around your room you started thinking about what to wear for the approaching party at Nina’s. She was a popular girl on the cheer team but her popularity didn’t change her. She still remained a kind, nice girl who invited to every party most of the people from school, no matter their social background and status. You had never been to parties like that and decided to finally break that cycle. You even asked Eddie to come with you, but he refused. He had a performance at The Hideout and even though he wanted to go with you, he simply couldn’t. What’s more, parties like that weren’t his thing as well so he wasn’t that sad about not going. You didn’t blame him, you understood. After some time of thinking about outfits you finally got up and walked over to you closet. For about twenty minutes you had been throwing your clothes out of it to find something perfect but nothing seemed to meet your standards. That was until you spotted a black material at the bottom of your drawer. You pulled it out and tried it on immediately. It was a dress your favorite auntie had gifted you for your 17th birthday and surprisingly it still fitted. You had never worn it out though, you didn’t have a lot of confidence back in the day. But all of this had changed when you had met Eddie. He had shown you how beautiful you are every day and you were extremely grateful for that. He had helped you built up some of that confidence however you often still felt insecure. You were grateful for his actions, his words, but demons from the past were still haunting you and it felt impossible to get rid of them completely. When you put on this dress, they left for a moment. You felt pretty. You felt beautiful. You felt sexy. Smiling to yourself you took it off and went to the living room to iron it. After doing that you hung it on your mirror and then started doing your makeup.

☽ ☽ ☽

Your mom gave you a ride to the party. She insisted on you wearing some kind of jacket because it was immensely cold outside and the dress wasn’t covering your arms. You obeyed and took your black denim jacket, which was actually Eddie’s. Let’s just say, he thinks it disappeared under suspicious circumstances and doesn’t know who has it.

‘Call me if you need anything, okay honey?’ Your mom asked when you opened the door.

‘I’m gonna be fine mum.’ You replied.

‘I know.’ She gave you a small smile. ‘I just don’t want you to get hurt like last time. Kids are mean these days.’

‘I won’t get hurt.’ You got out of the car. ‘See you later mom!’

‘Bye, darling!’ You closed the door and looked at her one last time before she drove away.

A sigh escaped your lips when you saw all the people entering the place. You also felt this tight feeling in your chest when you saw all of the conventionally attractive skinny girls standing everywhere. No, (Y/n). Stop it. You look nice. For once just have fun. You thought and with that you entered Nina’s house. You wanted to find your friends but no one seemed to be around. You searched the crowds for any sign of Robin or Steve, they weren’t anywhere. Well, they were somewhere, but with so many people in a huge house like that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Finally, you found the kitchen and saw some beers next to the fridge. You grabbed one and headed somewhere else while also taking off your jacket. You wanted to have a good time and you were kind of enjoying yourself when you had found someone to talk to. It didn’t last long because when you went to get yourself another drink you bumped into someone.

‘Oh shoot, I’m so sorry.’ You mumbled and looked up to see Jason standing in front of you.

‘Yeah, you should be.’ He hissed and then looked you up and down. ‘Damn, you’re brave for wearing that.’ He snickered. ‘Ayo, boys, come check this out!’

You were confused. Why were you brave for wearing a dress? A cute one, at that.

‘What do you mean?’ You chuckled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

‘I just think people like you shouldn’t wear dresses like this. You’re giving it a bad look.’

‘Excuse me? What do you mean by “people like me”? You whispered but tried your best for it to sound at least a bit intimidating.

‘I think you know exactly what I mean, piggy.’ He whispered straight into your face.

You heard all of his friends laughing behind and you felt your face getting hot.

‘What? Gonna cry?’ He asked when he saw your eyes filling up with tears.

‘You’re such a son of a bitch.’ You muttered. ‘I look nice.’

His laughter filled up the whole room, ‘I don’t know who told you that, but they have a bad taste. The dress would be nice if someone like Chrissy was wearing it, not you. Don’t flatter yourself.’ He remarked. ‘Now go change or leave before I’ll throw up by just looking at you.’

You turned around and ran away, tears streaming down your face and messing up your makeup. You went to the nearest bus stop and found the route that would take you to The Hideout. After fifteen minutes of silently crying on the bus you stepped out of it and headed to the pub. Then you realised how you must look. You retreated and started looking for Eddie’s van in the small parking lot, you spotted it almost immediately. You walked over to it and sat down on the cold pavement with your back pressed to the vehicle. It was in fact freezing and you were glad your mom had made you take that jacket. You covered your face with your hands and started sobbing again, you wondered why some people were that mean. You had started healing from the last time it happened and now everything hit you twice as hard.

‘Come onnn, I don’t want to be late mom!’ A twelve year old you tugged on her sweater.

‘Okay, okay, get in the car, I’ll be right there.’ She replied and went back to the conversation she was having on the phone.

You took the present in your hands and headed outside. You were going to a friend’s birthday party and you were even more excited because your crush was going as well. You smoothed out your dress and held the present tightly in your hands when your mom entered the car. The ride went rather quickly, maybe due to your happiness and excitement overwhelming you slightly. You got out of the car and knocked on the door.

‘Hi! Happy Birthday, Joe!’ You cheered and have the boy a quick hug along with the present.

‘Thank you, (Y/n/n).’ He smiled and let you in.

You went inside and greeted your other friends, along with the boy you fancied. You were having nice time talking, gossiping and laughing with your female friends when the boys went to a different room. After a while you decided to go to the bathroom and sadly, walk next to the room they were in.

‘Man, I can’t believe you invited her.’ You heard your crush speaking.

‘What do you mean? She’s nice.’ Joe replied. ‘She’s my friend.’

‘Yeah, but don’t you worry that she’s gonna eat all the food?’ Your crush snickered.

‘To be honest I thought that the floor would collapse when she entered your home.’ Another boy peeped in.

‘Who are you guys talking about?’ Another voice asked.

‘Oh, (Y/n) (L/n). I mean it’s not hard to not know which one it is.’ They all laughed and you tried your best to hold it together.

You didn’t want to go to the toilet anymore, you wanted your mom. So that’s why you went over to the house phone and quickly called her number. Soon enough, when she heard you crying, she was there to get you.

All of the memories came back to you at once when Jason had said those words. You just wished Eddie would finish his gig and go outside to get you before you freeze to death. You almost wanted to go inside and get him, but that would be unfair. He deserved to play with his friends and have fun, you didn’t want him to leave them because of you. You wrapped your arms around yourself and tried to heat yourself up while you were waiting.

‘(Y/n/n)?’ You looked up and saw Eddie heading your way, it was nice that you didn’t have to wait that long for him. ‘What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be at that party or something?’

‘Ye-ah. I was.’

‘Is everything okay? Shit, were you crying?’ He asked when he finally approached you. ‘Oh god, what is that dress? It looks hella amazing on you, baby.’

‘Don’t lie Eddie.’ You whispered and shook your head.

‘I’m not. Why would you think that?’ He asked and furrowed his brows, and when you didn’t reply he continued. ‘Did someone say something?’

You nodded your head and a few tears fell down your face, ‘I just wanted to feel pretty for once.’

‘Hey, hey, don’t fucking say that. You are pretty, you always are.’ He said and brought you into his arms, your cries echoing throughout the parking lot. ‘Who said something?’

‘Jason.’ You whispered. ‘He said I-.. I shouldn’t be wearing that dress. Because I make it look bad.. And-.. And it would look better on someone like Chrissy.’

‘That’s the biggest bullshit I’ve ever heard.’ He replied instantly. ‘The dress is nothing without you and you are the one that makes it look so hot. Jason is a dick who doesn’t know shit. He just likes to talk down on other people, don’t think about his words.’

‘You don’t understand Eds..’ You sobbed. ‘I can’t stop thinking about all of the situations that have made me the insecure person that I am. The memories are replaying in my head every second and it sucks. It fucking sucks because they are consuming me and even though I have memories of you telling me the good stuff, it’s not fucking enough. The thoughts are always there, always, and I can’t push myself to think about my body the way you do. I just can’t…’ You snuggled your face closer to his chest and let him stroke your back delicately. ‘I’m so sick of feeling like this Eds, and I can’t stop it, I don’t know how to stop it. Every time I start to feel better it consumes me over and over again, and today just… It broke me even more than I already was. I don’t want you to see me the same way they do.’

He pulled away from you and grabbed your face in his hands, ‘Listen, okay? I do not care what anyone thinks of you. I love you. I have never met a person more perfect than you. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I love your body, every fucking inch of it, you hear me? Every. Fucking. Inch. They can show me thousands of models with those so called ‘perfect bodies’ and I’ll still choose you, because to me it is your body that is perfect, no one else’s. I know I can’t make you look at yourself like I see you, but I’m willing to try even more. You deserve to see yourself like I see you. Fuck them. Fuck Jason. Fuck anyone who thinks they can comment on what you look like. Okay?’ He finished and you just nodded while trying to process it all. ‘Repeat after me, ok? I am beautiful.’

‘Eddie, I ca-‘

‘Shut up. I am beautiful.’

‘I am.. not.’

‘(Y/n) I swear to god I’m going to drive you over with my van.’ He threatened. ‘Say the fucking sentence.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Yes you can.’

‘Can we go? I’m freezing.’

‘Not until you say it.’

‘I don’t want to say it Eddie.’ You cried.

‘You can do it, (Y/n/n). You know why? Because you are beautiful.’

‘I am…’ You whispered and swallowed thick saliva. ‘…beautiful.’

‘See? Was it that hard?’ He asked and kissed the top of your head. ‘I’m gonna keep making you say that until you believe it yourself.’

You groaned and hit his chest with your head. You didn’t know how to feel because a part of you felt like you didn’t deserve his help and kind words, the other however, it was grateful for his determination to try and change your way of thinking.

‘You ready to go home?’ He asked.

‘Can I stay at yours?’

‘Of course, sweetheart.’

You chuckled, ‘I thought that nickname was reserved for your guitar?’

‘Things change, now shut up and get inside.’ He replied and opened the door for you. ‚Wait, is that my jacket?’

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argotalks · 10 months

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I noticed a fight between people who ship Byler (Will x Mike) and people who ship Harringrove (Steve x Billy). And I have a theory why.

Byler fans are commonly against Mileven (Mike x Eleven). It's usually seen as a toxic and/or emotionally abusive relationship. It's quite easy to glance at Harringrove and think it's a similar case.

Steve and Billy didn't really have any 100% positive scenes together, and their fight really didn't help their case. Mix that with not understanding the ship, it can easily be mistaken as an abusive ship that people only like because of the two conventionally attractive men in the relationship.

Byler fans are typically against any abusive relationship (emotional or physical) and the argument boils down to lack of understanding from both sides.

But feel free to tell me more.

#argotalks #stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington

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ayodele-loretta · 1 year

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I was woken up by mom running around the house, making sure we were all awake, which was just a safety measure after what happened to Will last year. I understand her worrying but god was it annoying when you just want to sleep. Not to mention she peeks into our rooms while we are sleeping just to make sure we are still there.

"Y/N, Jonathan, Will, you gotta get up its time for the school!" Mom yelled. I groaned as I got out of bed. I went over to my dresser and grabbed out some clothes. I closed my curtains and started getting changed. I looked in the mirror to examine my outfit. Muted rainbow sweater with blue jeans and a brown jacket over all of them. As I was about to open the door when Jonathan opened it instead.

"Are you ready to go? I can pick us up some breakfast from popeyes if we leave now." He said.

"Jonathan, what the fuck! I could've been naked!" I yelled, glaring at him. "And yes, I'm ready." I say pushing him out of the way to go say bye to mom. I grabbed my backpack from the closet door and went over to mom. "Hey mom, Mike wants Will to sleepover tonight. So we will drop him off at the Wheelers."

"Karen didn't tell me about that. I'm sure it will be fine though. I'll just call her to make sure." Mom said, smiling as she went over to the phone. "You guys just head to school, Will's in the car and I gave Jonathan some money to get breakfast."

I smiled at her before heading out. I took the front seat as Will was already in the back and watched as Jonathan came out. I leaned against the window as he started driving to popeyes. Once we got there he looked at me.

"What do you want for breakfast, y/n?" He asked. I huffed. The thought of eating made me sick. It always did. Ever since 4th grade, being made fun of for being slightly overweight, everytime I saw food I was sick of it. I used to love food. I like to think of it of loving it so much I just wanted to savor it.

"I'm not hungry. I just woke up." I said. Jonathan looked very disappointed.

"Mom said you won't get better if you don't try." He said. My stomach churned.

"I will eat later. I'm just not hungry right now." I lied about that. I don't want to eat later. Or ever.

"Fine." Jonathan said as he turned to ask Will. I tuned out. Theres no reason for me to listen. I just want to get to school already, go hang out with Robin and get to Tina's party afterschool.

I must've zoned out for a while because next thing I know we are in the parking lot. I get out, stretching afterward. Then I see a new car pull in. A 1979 camaro. Without thinking I start walking towards it. I smirk slightly. It was a nice navy blue, and very clean. A girl with red hair got out and walked to the middle school. Then a very attractive guy got out. No, not attractive to me of course. Just like, conventionally attractive. The guy had blonde hair, a mullet. Definitely gonna be more of a king than Steve. He was gonna be toppled by the girls. Probably even Nancy Wheeler, little miss perfect, would fall for him. Or at least look at him.

"Yo, who the fuck are you?" He asked. I didn't even notice he was talking to me before I look around. No one. Fuck.

"Uh no one. Bye." I say before quickly turning and going into the school. That was fucking pathetic. I can't believe I would be able to embarrass myself like that. I'm such a fucking idiot. Why'd I even go to him? God you're so fucking stupid. It wasn't long until I got to my locker, where Robin was.

"So, who were you looking at?" She asked, leaning against the lockers. Hers was right next to mine so it'd make sense she walked in with me while I was internally scolding myself.

"No one. I was looking at the car. It was a very nice one. I've never seen a camaro so new so close before, let alone in Hawkins." I say, putting my stuff away other than the stuff I need for my classes. "Why? Do you like him?" I asked jokingly, looking at her. I know she was gay so I was just teasing her.

"What? No. I don't even like guys like that." Robin said. She scoffed and looked away. "I'm gonna head to class, loser. Have fun with your little crush." She teased. I think she was teasing. I'm not gay. I'm most definitely straight. I had a crush on Nancy and Chrissy. Well, I think I did. "I don't have a crush on anyone!" I said, flipping her off before heading to class. She did it back, which wasn't surprising. I sat down in my seat before I see him walk in. The guy from the parking lot. Well fuck.

I stared at him in shock. I wasn't expecting him to be in the same class as me, especially after what happened in the parking lot. I hid my face. God, I wish Robin was here to save me from any more embarrassment from being here. I should've skipped today. But mom would've never allowed it. Soon enough the class filled up with people and everyone took their seats. I presume the guy sat next to me just for my misfortune. Not only do I have to deal with the fact that I deeply embarrassed myself by going toward him in the parking lot, now I have to sit next to him in homeroom. Next thing I know, he's gonna be in all my classes.

"Alright class. I'm gonna go through the attendance. Don't say anything stupid." Our teacher said. I sighed as each name is said, I was one of the first so I just rose my hand. Then the new boys name was said as it wasn't a name I normally hear in the attendance. "Billy Hargrove."

"Right here." The boy said. Billy. What a little kids name. Little Billy. I looked at him. How can such an attractive, conventionally attractive, guy be named something like that. He must've noticed me staring as he then made eye contact with me. His eyes were a nice blue color, a contrast from mine. His pupils seemed to dilate when they looked at me. That was weird. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?" He asked me.

"You're just like really hot." I said. Fuck. Shit. I didn't really flirt with him, did I? You're such a fucking idiot with terrible coping mechanisms. He looked stunned, like he hasn't heard that before. "I didn't mean that. You're just kind of terrifying." I turn to the front. "Miss. Can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yes, y/n, go ahead." She said as I stood up and speed walked to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror.

"You fucking idiot. I can't believe you just told some definitely homophobic guy that he is hot." I said to myself before going into a stall. I continue to lecture myself. I know that it would not help, I only know after me and Jonathan had to talk with mom about how to handle mental breakdowns and our anxiety. I wasn't listening to half of it, mostly just zoning out. I then hear the bathroom door open and wipe my face. I didn't even notice the tears until now. There was a knock at the door.

"Byers, get the fuck out of there and get back to class." Billy said. I knew it was him. He is speaking in the same voice as in the parking lot.

"I'm having bowel issues." I lied. It was quite an obvious lie. Why would I come to school with bowel issues.

"Bullshit." He responded. He then started pushing on the door. "At least open the door and tell me something to tell the teacher other than shitting problems."

"Why would I open the door for you? I don't even know you."

"God you're so difficult."

"For a good reason."

Billy just sighed. He leaned against the door. "Well I'm gonna head back to class because I don't wanna go back and carry your things to you for a bullshit excuse."

"No one asked you to carry my things to me." I said, watching him sit against the otherside of the door. He must be having a rough day because there was no way in hell he would talk to me like this.

"I know you're gay. You're even lying to yourself." He said. Wait. What the fuck?

I blinked before looking back underneath the door. No one was there. Must've been dreaming again. I gotta take some medicine for that. I stood up. How much did I imagine? What time was it? I check my watch. Robin got it for me after I told her how much I hate not knowing the time. 3:39. Shit. I skipped all of school. Though my stuff was outside of the door. He must've came here with my stuff.

I opened the door and picked up myself. I then walked outside, going to Jonathans car. School wasn't out for another 10 minutes but I can wait. Mom must be worried by me missing all of school. I'll tell her I was having bad anxiety again. Whatever. I promised Jonathan I would go to the stupid party at Tina's tonight so we would go drop off Will at the Wheelers and then go. Eventually, Jonathan and Will got out and came to the car. Jonathan looked at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I got out early." I responded. He must've believed me and got in. We began driving to the Wheelers. We were gonna pick up Nancy and Steve since Steve's tires were slashed by some middle schoolers earlier this week. I watched as Billy and his little sister, I assume, came out to their car. Billy looked at me through the window, a slight glare. I hate this. I made the new guy hate me already. Great job me.

Once we got to the Wheelers, Nancy and Steve got in after Will got out. Karen was watching, telling Nancy to not do anything bad or get drunk.

"Dude you had to bring your brother?" Steve said. I flipped him off.

"Shut the fuck up, Harrington before I beat your ass with your own bat." I said. I wouldn't really do that. I don't even know how to properly swing. Nancy rolled her eyes as we drove to Tina's house. The party didn't start till later so we waited for a while. I closed my eyes and dozed off.

I woke up to Nancy tapping my shoulder. "Come on, it's time to go in." She said. She was all dressed up for the Halloween party, everyone in the car was. I wasn't. I only came because I didn't want to watch Will and the last option was to go to a shitty party the whole school is at.

"Fine," I say, getting out. I walked into the already bustling party. Immediately my anxiety peaked, seeing how everyone is so packed together. There was food all over the floor, and beer everywhere as well. I walked toward one of the only clear areas. The kitchen. As I started I see Billy. I slouched some more, crossing my arms, as I passed by. Next thing I know, something gets liquid all over my shirt. I turn to the source. It's Billy. Of fucking course. "What the fuck, dude. I just got beer all over my new shirt." I say walking up to him and standing up straight. I was pretty short compared to the rest of the guys in Hawkins, standing at 5'4". Mom told me my growth must've stunted after I got a concussion at 9. I had to look up at the blonde.

"It's fine it washes off." Billy said before snickering. I scoff.

"You're such a douchebag. Go fuck yourself." I said. I turn to head to the kitchen when I hear him and the rest of the brainless basketball guys start laughing. I go into the kitchen to see Steve and Nancy. I pushed them out of the way and got a cup of punch. I knew it would be spiked. It's a high school party full of teenagers who think they are cool. I don't care. Maybe a lack of judgment is what I need. Alcohol infected brain like a smoker's heart to get rid of the daydreams and the anxiety. Maybe people would like me more.

"Woah, y/n, slow down. You're gonna get blackout drunk if you drink anymore." Steve said. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows before putting the cup down and leaving. I see Nancy also getting juiced up before Steve tries to calm her as well. I smile as I see some random people dancing and talking. I join in, dancing and talking as well. It was quite fun. They gave me some more drinks, so I downed them. This was so much fun.

As time went on I felt tired and sick. I made my way to the couch. I saw Billy also sitting down, he seems to still be talking to the ball nerds. I chuckle to myself. Ball nerds. I sat next to Billy. "Heyy, I know we got off on, like, the wrong foot but like, you're actually really cool." I say, looking at him. His eyes furrowed slightly, not expecting me to talk with him.

"Uh, okay? I've heard that a million times already." He said. I laughed slightly, leaning against his shoulder.

"But have you heard how you're eyes are such a good ocean blue and how you and your sister could be models. I mean," I touch his chest, "look at you. You're jacked, even better than Steve. But you also are like a massive asshole to people for no fucking reason." He pushed my hand away but left me leaning on him. "It's okay, that's how Steve was last year. Until my little brother went missing in this place called the upside-down and Steve was like, 'Nancy, don't leave me, I'm insanely hot and everyone loves me but secretly hates me.' and Nancy dumped his ass for my brother for a little bit, but then they got back together after the Demogorgon came over and beat the shit out of them." I spilled. I looked up at Billy. He seemed to be really confused.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Is this your first time being drunk or some shit?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not socially awkward anymore so I guess my life got better after the alcohol. Oh did you know that when I went to the bathroom in homeroom, you came in and told me I was gay? Turns out, I was daydreaming. It's a mental illness I have. I got it all while Jonathan only got anxiety with me." I said, yawning. I looked at the door for a moment. I saw Jonathan rush out Nancy. "I guess Steve and Nance just broke up again, my brother gets only one bitch and that bitch is Nancy Wheeler. Fuck her for being in love with my brother and Steve at the same time." I move to lay on his lap. "I'mma just take nap here, 'kay?" I asked before passing out. Billy looked down at me. He sighed. He must've known that Jonathan was my ride here and now Jonathan is gone.

"Jesus Christ, y/n." He muttered. He didn't push me off. He kept me there. I stayed there until the party ended. I then was picked up by Billy, taken to his car, and buckled in. I shifted, groaning slightly. He didn't know where my house is unless he was stalking me, and mom would be home by now. He took me to his house. He seemed thankful when he looked out into the driveway, a sense of relief as he unbuckled me and got out. He went to my side and took me out, carrying me to his room. I woke up when I was plopped onto the bed.

"Fuck." I said, looking around with hazy eyes. I see a red-head peering into the room.

"Billy, why'd you bring someone back home? Y'know your dad will get mad." She said. She was pretty. Was it Billy's sister?

"Get out, Max." He said, going over to the door and closing it. He turned to me. "You, go back to sleep. I'll take you home tomorrow. I shouldn't have driven now." I listen and immediately went back to sleep. Billy laid down in the bed, facing away from me.

I woke up quickly the next day. I looked around the room, catching a glimpse of a garbage can. I hopped out of bed and grabbed the garbage, vomiting into it. God, that shit inside my system is so gross. I vomited straight into it. At this moment, I'm glad I got good aim when it came to this. My stomach hurt so bad. But then I realized, this was not my house. I leaned against the edge of the bed and held my head, as it started to hurt. Soon enough all the memories came back. I told Billy about Will, the Demogorgon, my dreams. Shit. I stood up and looked at the bed. Billy was still asleep. I laid back in bed. I felt terrible, there would be no way mom wouldn't notice that. Jonathan must've been responsible like he always was and didn't drink anything. He left the party early though.

"Finally you're up. I'll take you home when you stop having the urge to throw up." Billy said getting up. He walked out of his room and to his sisters, telling her to make some toast, 2 slices. I heard a groan and whine before walking to the kitchen. Billy came back in. "Max is getting you something to eat. To soak up the beer." He said. He started to put on some different clothes. Instinctively, I looked away. I know usually guys like him, they don't care if they change in front of other guys but it's for some reason weird for me to look at guys changing.

"Thanks. Um, I'm sorry for not making any fucking sense when I was talking to you. I get it if you were severely weirded out by me." I say. "Also, touching you like that. I'm not gay or anything and I really doubt you would be either so it was probably really weird." I rambled. I gotta work on rambling. Billy rolled his eyes. "Also, you could've left me at Tina's, I know how to get home from there." He stopped me from talking anymore by covering my mouth with his hand.

"Shut the fuck up. You are seriously almost as annoying as Max." He said. My heart was beating abnormally fast, especially if it were anxiety or fear. "I took you here because it would be an asshole move to leave you at a girl's house for her to take care of on top of clean up. Yeah, no." He removed his hand. "If you say another word I will kick you out and have your mom take care of you instead." I nodded.

"Billy here's your toast. Your dad's gonna be home soon so if you don't want to be called another slur, then you should get going." Max said, setting the plate down. She looked at me and gave me a dirtyish look before leaving. Billy scoffed, giving me the toast.

"Hurry up, I don't wanna babysit any longer." He said. I nod and began eating quickly.

After finishing, I was rushed out to Billy's car. It was really lovely. The seat was very comfortable. "Why do I have to leave so early?" I asked, looking at him.

"My dad is coming home soon." He responded. I looked a little confused. What would his dad have to do with anything? I didn't want to push any further as Billy did scare me a little bit and I didn't wanna get hurt. Not only that, I understand the daddy issues, I mean with Lonnie and all that. Lonnie is a fucking dick, calling Will a fag at such a young age. I yawned. He seemed to be relieved that I didn't push, his muscles relaxed and so did his eyebrows.

"You're really nice for driving me home," I said. "Thanks for not making me walk home like Steve would."

"Yeah, yeah. Does that Harrington guy give you trouble?" Billy asked.

"A little, only when Nancy decides she's too good for him and chooses my brother instead. Then he really hates me as if Nance would ditch him for me sometime. Nancy isn't even my type." I catch my breath. "Sorry, rambling. I need to fix that." I say giving a small smile.

"I can fix that for you," Billy said.

"And why would you do that for me?" I ask.

"Why not? Gives me a reason to overthrow King Steve." He said rolling his eyes, laughing slightly.

"You don't have to. I mean, the Byers are kind of known as the ones who are supposed to get bullied and not have that much confrontation. The most we've ever been through is my brother going missing for a while." I said. Billy looked at me. "Can you pinch me, or like punch me?" I asked. I was hoping I wasn't dreaming. I mean, it would make sense. There would be no way in hell that- "Ow! Okay, not dreaming. Thanks." I rubbed my shoulder where Billy hit.

"I didn't even hit you that hard. What are you, a pussy?" He asked.

"No, I just don't have enough muscle to protect me from that."

"Then why'd you ask to be hurt?"

"Because I daydream sometimes and that leads to the inability to know if I am in a dream or not."

"You mentioned that last night." My face burned slightly. I don't talk about my disorder and forgot I told him that. I was mostly worried about what he would say about the Demogorgon and him telling me I was gay, not just that I daydream.

"I said a lot of things that probably weren't true last night," I say. Finally, we get to my house. "Thanks, again, for driving me." I unbuckled. "See you at school. Unless you don't want to see me in that case I guess I won't. Say hi to your sister for me, she is really pretty. But not in an 'I'm attracted to her' kind of way, more of a 'She's really pretty and I love her hair' way." I say before leaving. I walked into the house before I could hear him say bye to me. I don't even know if he did. As soon as I walked in, mom ran up to me all frantic.

"Y/n, where have you been? I called Karen to see if you stayed over at her house and I called Tina's parents because Jonathan said you wanted to stay there last night. I was so worried you disappeared like Will." She said.

"Don't worry, I stayed over at a friend's house," I said.

"Which friend?" She asked.

"Billy Hargrove. He's new. Tina kicked me out because she couldn't let me stay so Billy picked me up and let me stay at his house." I say. I smiled at her to assure her I was fine.

"Okay. I'll find his parents in the phonebook." Mom responded. "Just, call me next time. I just want to make sure you're safe."

"I know mom. I'm sorry. I'm gonna take a shower." I walk to the bathroom and lock it. I sat against the door. I was so worried about what I said last night to Billy. What if he tells the whole school about me? Like I'm weird, which they basically already knew about since I'm the brother of the zombie boy and the stalker. Or what if he took what I said about my dream the wrong way and thinks I'm gay so he tells the school? Not there's anything wrong with being gay. Robin's gay. But I'm not. At least I don't think so. I mean, why would I be? I liked girls. Like, Joan Jett. And at one point I thought I liked Nancy. I mean, her sense of style is out of this world. Immaculate even. I don't like guys that way. I think. Maybe there was a spark at one point when I first saw Steve. But that was just admiration. I think so at least. Then Billy. Billy is the reason I'm acting this way. I've never had anyone come to me in a dream like that to tell me I'm gay. There was a knock on the door.

"Y/n, I need to pee, you've been in there for an hour," Jonathan said. I got up and washed my hands. They were sweaty and had crescent-shaped indents in them. I need to cut my nails before they start to cut through my skin. I open the door and see Jonathan as expected but also mom.

"What?" I asked.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Mom asked, pulling me aside so Jonathan could use the restroom.

"Nothing. Why would something be wrong?" I ask, putting on a smile.

"You know that whenever you go into the bathroom for a while something is bothering you. The last time was because you thought you were overweight and the time before that is because you wanted to look like Nancy Wheeler. What's wrong this time?" Mom said.

"It doesn't matter. Just school stuff. I just don't think I'm gonna pass a test in a few days. It's in math so it's just really confusing, y'know." I say. I walk to my room and lay on the bed. Jonathan and I have been sharing a room since there isn't enough for all of us to have separate rooms. It didn't bother us. We shared a room for 9 months before we were born. We shared on as babies and then now. We have separate beds and a curtain separating half the room since I got uncomfortable changing in front of Jonathan when I was 9. Luckily we haven't used it in a while since during the summer Jonathan is always working and I only do afternoon shifts. Then during school, he gets up early to wake up Will and get breakfast ready. I think back again, seeing Billy was nice. Like the way he was talking. He was, I don't know, gentle. Not like a douchebag. Which was very different than in the parking lot and at the beginning of the party. Maybe it was because it was morning. But he wasn't that kind to his sister. Why was he nice to me? Maybe we are friends now. Or at least acquaintances. I should get him something, to say thank you. Show appreciation, maybe get him to be my friend so my family could handle a little less bullying and have significantly less trauma than we would if we got bullied and had monsters from a fucking game. I get up and grab Jonathans keys off his bed. "Jonathan! I need you to drive me to the store!" I yell.

#oh fuck i’m gay #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x male reader #fanfic #stranger things

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rbck · 1 year

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Polls, this biased medium of democracy that Tumblr has now added. You might be wondering what is so biased about polls, but it is more so a failure of the human mind. If you ask people to vote for the most Tumblr sexyman out of Minecraft youtubers, they will vote for their favourite mcyt sexyman, not which one is the most Tumblr sexyman after careful concideration. This is why Goodtimewhithscar is leading in nominations, while Joe Hills is the MOST Mcyt Tumblr sexyman, and you should vote for him.

Firstly, Tumblr sexymen are different from regular sexymen. A Tumblr sexyman is supposed to have an appearance that makes the uninitiated question in what world that is considered sexy. The answer is Tumblr BTW. This criteria means that Scar would, in my opinion, not qualify for looks. His appearance is too conventionally attractive for that. And the same goes for Cleo, despite being a zombie, her design is that of an attractive person who happens to have rotting skin and their ribs poking out. (For Cleo, I point you to the mcyt girlboss poll.) Joe Hills skin however, is a steve skin with a @ symbol at the chest. This is an incredibly plain and boring skin, there is nothing special or remarkable about it. Normal people would think this is a deficit to his sexyness, but that is what makes it perfect for a Tumblr sexyman! Add to this that his real life appearance screams weird uncle, and his lanky, unmuscular build, and there is the type of sexyness that only Tumblr apprechiates!

He is cryptid, very Tumblr sexyman. Because to tell the truth, if you told me that Joe Hills is a cryptid I would seriously hear you out instead of walking away. This is a man who has found the chaotic-lawful alignment. This is a man who built a replica of the ship that blocked the suez canal, and became giddy with genuine joy when it blocked the servers' sea travel. This is a man who decided to become dogcatcher during a mayoral election so he could burn the shopping district diamonds using the argument that dogs and diamonds are fundamentally the same. This is a man who built a bridge of red glass pains through the nether. This is Joe Hills, a creature whose mind we mere mortals can not begin to comprehend. Perfect, for a Tumblr sexyman.

One might argue that Scar also has a very Tumblr sexyman personality, but not to the point that Joe does. Joe has so much more of that Tumblr sexyman energy than Scar has, which you would know if you watched him. While Scar baffles the mind, he does not do so as often or to the same extent as Joe. Scar might lick diamonds, but Joe spent an entire season burning any he got his hands on for being tools of capitalism, extremely inconvenient in a diamond based economy like hermitcraft. When combined with my earlier arguments about appearance, you tell me who between them is the most Tumblr sexyman.

Despite these qualities, Joe Hills is at a massive disadvantage during the poll. Joe Hills is undeniably the most Tumblr sexyman, at least out of the hermits, yet I have strong doubts about his ability to win. Unlike Scar, Joe has a very small viewerbase, he has the fewest subscribers out of any hermit. In a competition like this, popularity means a lot, and it is likely to swing the votes. I am not saying that Scar is not a Tumblr sexyman, but the fact remains that the reason for his massive lead in nominations is that he is so much more well known than smaller youtubers who might be more deserving of the title. Scar has the personality of a Tumblr sexyman but not the apperance, unlike Joe Hills, and most like several others who I don't know about, who have both.

To summarise, Joe Hills is the most Tumblr sexyman, both in appearance and personality, but small youtubers so rarely win votes. To know that this is a poll where Joe is so qualified to win but he is still unlikely to because he lacks the clout of Scar, is somewhat depressing to me. So I am begging you, vote for the underdog, vote for Joe Hills.

And please remeber to be respectfull even if the person you are rooting for loses. Don't be a jerk.

Also, one of the two most amazing, hilarious, fantastic, brilliant and all around incredible sisters to ever exist in this or any other multiverse made a phenomonal, stupendous, riotus and wonderous power point for this, so please check it out.

#joe hills #joe hills sweep #mcyt sexyman #mcytblr sexyman #mcyt tumblr sexyman #mcytblr sexyman poll #vote for the underdog!#by which i mean Joe.#long post

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prettyboisteveharrington · 1 year

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If anyone accepts drabble ideas for Steddie

Modern au where Eddie is a bar tender at a gay club and Steve is there trying to wingman Robin. Steve rejects drink after drink from guys who wants to smash him because he’s looking for a deeper connection.

‘What’s wrong sweetheart? Why is a pretty thing like you rejecting everyone who dares come near you?’

Normally Steve would shrug that kind of comment off and he’s about to when he looks up and notices the hottest guy he’s seen in a while. Steve instantly blushes but finds it hard to speak. Usually he’s good at this kind of stuff.

‘No one here’s really my type. Plus i’m trying to help my Friend get some’ he says and points to Robin flirting with a brunette in the crowd of people.

He knows he’s conventionally attractive but his hopeless romantic heart longs for more.

Everyone wants to fuck him but no one wants to date him.

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things steve #eddie munson #steddie #steve and robin #steve and eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington #st eddie munson #honestly this is my dilemma though not everyone wants to smash me #but lots of people do #part of me doesnt believe it #dating as an enby is hard #honeslty #and i’m not conviently attractive #plus Ppl are ‘fine with it ‘ until pronouns need to be respected #or that being with me would make Them a little queer too

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summer-rain-sky · 1 month

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Guys remember when when they were going to make a new little shop of horrors movie?

With like, Chris Evans (Aka Captain America) as the Dentist?? And Scarlett Johansson as Audrey???? I feel like we don’t talk about about that as much as we should 🧍‍♀️

Like first of all, the 1986 movie (and its actors) are SO iconic, it’s hard to imagine the characters any other way. Like I’ve never watched any of Chris Evan’s movies, but Steve Martin’s performance was genius i can’t see him beating that. And Elle Green is, like, THE Audrey.

That being said,

I really really wish this movie had been made.

…If only to create more dentist x reader content.

GUYS GUYS HERE ME OUT PLEASE😭😭😭😭PLEASE UNDERSTAND 😭😭😭😭😭

Like he’s hot 😭 he’s really hot, you have to understand 😭😭😭 (the dentist, not Chris Evans)

Like PLEASE I can’t be the only one who thinks so 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Call me Arthur Denton, because I want this man to DO THINGS TO ME

I want him to TEACH ME THE IMPORTANCE of DENTAL HYGIENE.

I want him to LEAVE ME SEDATED DURING AN APPOINTMENT because he FORGOT ABOUT ME.

I want him to KNOCK OUT ALL MY TEETH and CHARGE ME FOR IT.

Like I want this man. I want him violently. I want him to tear me apart from the inside (and that’s NOT a metaphor)

Am I attracted to Chris Evans? No. I’m not often attracted to men or women in general. Do I think he’s considered conventionally attractive and he would lead to a slew of Orin x reader content? I mean… probably? He is a movie star, i think. I’d imagine so.

The point. I want this man, and I am STARVED. I need the internet to feed me. Give me horribly out of character Fanfiction where the reader feeds him soup. Give me dentist appointments that violate the health code(and probably human rights, too).

Anyway 😃

I’m so sorry to my mutuals(and to any poor soul who stumbled upon this) I promise I’m mostly normal. Mostly.

That being said thank you to anyone who creates content about evil dentist man or little shop of horrors in general. Ily guys thanks for feeding my fixations.

TLDR: there’s some alternate universe out there where Captain America is Orin and Black Widow is Audrey. Also I want Orin Scrivello to step on me. Just a little.

#orin scrivello #orin lsoh #little shop of horrors #lsoh #suggestive?#maybe?#I don’t think so but I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable #I usually don’t post things like this I’m scared 😭

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ellewritesandrants · 2 years

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Youtuber Steve and Tiktoker Billy AU

Their relationship starts out even before Billy becomes famous and it’s worse because Billy’s a fan of Steve’s. They meet through a Halloween party where Billy gets Steve’s attention by beating his keg record and they start dating from there.

All of Steve’s friends are suspicious of Billy because Billy doesn’t push to be in Steve’s videos but he’s still a fan. Steve’s a part of a youtuber group with the rest of the keg gang and while a few of them like him like Heather and Chrissy, Carol and Tommy don’t like how he’s steals Steve away from them, so they make a plan to ruin the relationship by making it so that Steve doesn’t have any time for Billy.

They manage to break Billy down to eventually confront Steve and when Steve decides not to do anything about his friends obviously blocking Billy out of his life, Billy just calls it quits and breaks up with Steve. He still remains good friends with a few of the gang though, namely Barb, Jonathan, Heather and Chrissy.

A year later, Tiktok becomes famous and while Billy initially has no plans of being a Tiktoker, Max kickstarts his Tiktok career by recording his rant about Romeo and Juliet while he was working out in their living room. The break up left him a lot more cynical about love in general and Max found it absolutely hilarious which is why she recorded it.

People want more of Billy so Max happily takes the opportunity to record Billy ranting about anything and everything while he was doing all sorts of things. The next video of Billy to go viral is of him ranting about how his little sister didn’t need to be dating since men are shit anyway while he’s kneading some dough to make bread. Max gets a few more of Billy ranting while driving, cooking dinner and fixing his car which all do very well before she’s busted by Billy.

Some people start recognizing him and he doesn’t get what’s going on until he asks Max what she did. When Max reveals she’s been recording his rants and how popular he’s become from a few videos, Billy initially doesn’t want anything to do with it until Max tells him how some of the bigger Tiktokers are getting sponsorships and deals and stuff and how a few brands have started reaching out to her. Billy’s had Max living with him ever since he finished his degree and Susan fully succumbed to her drinking problem.

Billy worked really hard to put food on their table and while he was able to make ends meet, a little bit of extra cash from recording a few videos wouldn’t hurt, especially when it wasn’t anything too crazy like R-rated stuff.

So, under Max’s guidance, Billy takes over her Tiktok account, first explaining that he had no idea what his sister was doing and asking what content they wanted to see from him next. A few start asking him for workout routines, a few for recipes, and a few for his opinions about everything.

Billy follows the suggestions, finding that his favorite ones are the rants and the workout videos. Some of his audience realize quickly that he has a lot of literary opinions which gets a lot of the bookworms and nerds to follow him while a lot of the others just thirst over him in general. Since he’s also a mechanic who loves classic car and fitness, he attracts a lot of the conventional male audience and it helps that he’s also conventionally attractive to boost his audience.

Max is usually his go-to camera person when he needs help to shoot and after a few months, sponsorships and deals start coming in. He hits a million subscribers within the first three months and five million within a year.

Billy starts collaborations with other Tiktokers and Youtubers, usually fitness people and he starts getting asked to model for certain brands. When Max does a face reveal at a million subscribers, she starts her own account and she gets scouted to be a model through a skateboarding video.

Both of the siblings become exceedingly popular and everyone loves their dynamics. Max usually drags Billy into whatever the hell she wants and a lot of people love that Billy is so willing to sacrifice his masculinity and do her nails or her makeup. He’s touted as one of the best big brothers on Tiktok which he clears up since he’s making up a lot of his assholery to his sister and now, he genuinely loves her.

He’s very candid about his experience with child abuse and his experience with attempts at grooming and that endears him to his audience even more. He doesn’t hide that he has bad days sometimes and he even shares tips and tricks on how he deals with anxiety and PTSD from dealing with Neil. He’s honest and a lot of people value his honesty.

At this point, everyone in the keg gang has started to migrate to Tiktok too and since they already have an existing fanbase from Youtube, they quickly make it big. Since Heather and Chrissy didn’t do anything wrong to Billy and they were also pretty close before everything happened, Billy, Heather and Chrissy reconnect with at an event while also becoming really good friends with Max. Billy even gets Chrissy together with his new friend, Eddie whom he met through his best friend, Argyle.

Billy starts collaborating with the girls, dancing along to whatever trendy dance they want to do and skyrocketing his popularity. Speculations about dating start but he clears them up pretty quick. When asked about how they met, when Billy reveals they met through his ex, everyone starts wondering who the hell it is because Billy has never formally revealed his sexuality.

Everyone knows that the keg gang is exceedingly tight so it must be one of them, right? It becomes this huge thing that Billy and the friendly members of the keg gang play up with Billy getting Chrissy to sit on his lap before being replaced by Heather and Barb and Billy reviewing books, movies and other nerdy stuff on a podcast every week. Patrick and Jason also shoot hoops with Billy while Vicki and Tina cheer them on.

Eventually, everyone realizes that the only people Billy doesn’t interact with are Carol, Tommy and Steve and since Carol and Tommy are a couple, people are mostly betting on Steve and not Carol and Tommy. It gets so popular that almost every video Steve posts is flooded by comments about Billy and vice versa.

Everyone loves good drama and eventually, Steve is forced to interact with Billy at an event with Heather goading them. She knows that Steve still misses Billy and the Billy is still not over Steve because he was Billy’s first real love but that doesn’t change the fact that their interactions would be really awkward. Steve religiously binge watches any and every Tiktok that Billy posts and Billy still watches every update on Steve’s Youtube Channel and Tiktok.

With a bit of prompting, Billy decides to try and be the bigger man and he talks to Steve about becoming friends and revealing the truth on Tiktok so they can finally get it all over with. Steve agrees to everything and they film both Tiktoks and a Youtube video about everything, revealing a lot of the details while not explicitly stating Carol and Tommy’s names so they wouldn’t be bashed.

The entire thing ruined Steve’s friendship with Tommy and Carol but he still didn’t want them to have to deal with huge following that both Steve and Billy had amassed. They upload the videos but even then, the drama doesn’t end.

Everyone wants to see them interact and to feed the fans, they keep going to events together and doing Tiktoks whenever possible. It’s eased by Max’s friendship with the teens that Steve’s been mentoring but that doesn’t stop the rumors and the shippers from realizing that there may still be something there.

Tons of compilations about their interactions and how you can visibly see the longing in their eyes are posted. Many people try to determine whether or not they’ve actually gotten back together or if they were just friends. Even the rest of the keg gang made bets as to when they would get back together again and got in on the joke.

Eventually, the friend groups all merge because they spend so much time together and it gets harder for Steve to deny his feelings for Billy. He also gets visibly jealous any time an attractive girl or guy comes up to Billy to flirt and it takes a few pep talks before he asks Billy to come over so they can have a talk.

They talk things out and reveal they do still have feelings for each other but Billy isn’t sure if he’s ready to risk his heart again on Steve who may or may not have a more strategic reason for wanting to get into a relationship with him since they’re both becoming popular with the whole are they or are they not together drama.

Steve convinces him to allow Billy to give him another chance and that they can take it slow this time around. Steve doesn’t waste a single opportunity to prove to Billy that he made the right decision, officially cutting out Carol and Tommy from his life and spoiling Billy at every possible interval.

Most of his fans realize the immediate difference in the heart eyes he give Billy but it isn’t until a whole year has passed, officially lasting past their old relationship that they make it internet official. Max knew immediately as soon as Billy got home and the rest of the keg gang found out over the course of the next month. The internet imploded at the news that their favorite gay couple was actually together now and it was largely because the internet shipped them.

#billy hargrove #billy deserved better #billy hargrove deserved better #harringrove #billy hargrove au #steve harrington #ellewritesandrants #billy hargrove redemption #stranger things rewrite #billy x steve #billy and max #modern au #youtuber au #keg gang

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coldest take ever (but still something a large part of the fandom needs to remember sometimes):

if biIly was played by a less conventionally-attractive actor (or someone less fit), he'd have less than half the fans he has.

if biIly was played by a poc actor (specifically a dark skinned black man), he'd be hated by almost everyone.

if biIly's entire character arc and personality were given to a woman, she'd be the most despised character in the history of television.

biIly stans need to stop pretending that they like the character as much as they do for any other reason beyond the fact that they find the actor (who's not at fault for having been casted) attractive. one can appreciate the character as someone complex with a deep storyline and still accept that he's far from the most important, tragic character who didn't deserve what he got (because the truth is that he did).

((censored the name by replacing one "L" with a capital "i" btw))

hell yeah, anon!! i agree with everything you said here. the character had a place in the story and that place was as a villain and as part of the theme in the show of abuse being passed from person to person and choosing how to stop the cycle of violence. sympathetic moments and a hard childhood don't erase the harm he inflicted on Lucas, Max, Steve, and others. he did not choose to end the cycle of violence.

anyWAY here's to hoping that we get to see more of Lucas's perspective in s5, and some reflection on the racism, fear, and violence he was subjected to by Billy.

#anti billy hargrove #ask #lucas sinclair

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Your Favorite's Here {pt. 2}

Ship: Eddie x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Dustin realizes he has made a grave mistake in not telling Eddie about his older sister. Meanwhile, Eddie becomes painfully smitten with a girl he's met once.

Word Count: 1801 (oops, shorter than intended)

Warnings: sibling content, mutual pining, fluff

Notes: For clarity, this takes place in an AU Stranger Things timeline after S4, where Eddie survives and graduates and we are ignoring the finale.

{part 1} // {part 2} // {part 3} // {part 4} // {part 5}*

*coming soon!

☟ Continue below the fold ☟

This was, perhaps, the longest shift of your life. Ever since Eddie and his bandmates had left, you had been looking at the clock, watching the hands move impossibly slowly. It wasn't that you were desperate to be out of work, not like normal. It was because you knew the instant you got home, you were going to corner Dustin.

How could he have not told you that he actually knew the band with the ridiculously attractive lead singer he insisted you go see all the time?

You met a lot of people working at a restaurant. Hell, you had met a lot of guys at Everett's—conventionally attractive, reasonably behaved men who were more than happy to flirt with you and make eyes at you over their drinks. There were even one or two you'd considered cute enough to go out with, not that you ever actually would. But holy shit. You have never seen a man as attractive as Eddie Munson.

Sitting there in his leather jacket and an Iron Maiden shirt, he'd looked terribly out of place in the dim, romantic lighting and steel grey interior of Everett's. You'd caught sight of him the instant he walked in because his bandmates were ridiculously loud in the normally quiet restaurant, and you'd known immediately he felt uncomfortable. His cheeks had been a few shades too dark and he wore an awkward smile that screamed how much he knew he was detested by the restaurant's regular patrons. He was seemingly trying to hide his face behind his hair.

At first you'd expected the night to be...eventful after they walked in. Surely they would be rowdy, just to piss off the regulars, and they'd probably refuse to pay Everett's high prices. But any time they got too loud, Eddie was whispering at them to shut up.

You hadn't recognized them at first. They had gotten rid of the heavy makeup that obscured them when they were playing, and their clothes were a little more muted than when they were up on stage and in the floodlights. It wasn't until they mentioned it had been a big night for their band that it had clicked for you.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

You stopped fixing your uniform in the bathroom mirror. "Yeah, Dustin, I hear you, stop shouting!"

Dustin burst in through the door. "Y/N, we have to go, Corroded—" He caught sight of your uniform. "You're working tonight?"

"Yeah, it's a Friday. Why?"

Dustin pulled a face. "Because Corroded Coffin finally sold out an auditorium and we absolutely have to go see them, this could be the start of their whole career! And they've got new music they're playing tonight!"

And oh, that was tempting. As much as you pretended to be just a regular fan for Dustin, you loved the band with all your heart—almost as much as you loved Queen. Corroded Coffin made wonderful, beautifully written music.

But you had college debts to worry about. You had your rent to worry about. You had general living to worry about.

You sighed. "Maybe next time, Dustin. I've got to go to work."

He looked heartbroken. "Can you call out?"

You shook your head. "I can't this time. Maybe next time, but I've got to pay off some of my loan next week. I can't afford to fall out of the grace period." You twisted your ring uncomfortably. "Hey, invite Steve to go with you this time!"

"He doesn't like metal or rock music," Dustin complained.

"Maybe you can convince him he's wrong. Which he is." Dustin giggled. You ruffled his hair. "Next time. And I promise to take you to buy their album when it comes out."

Well, maybe you had missed seeing them play today. But they were sitting at a booth in your restaurant, and it was one of your tables.

"Deep breath, girl," you told yourself as you mixed the band's drinks. "It's fine, it's totally fine, you are just...meeting some of your idols. Who are your age. And are really cute. And the really, really pretty one is very shy and keeps looking at you and—"

"You talking to yourself over there, Henderson?" asked your favorite coworker.

You blushed. "Er, yeah, sorry. Just...thinking."

She raised her eyebrows. "They givin' you trouble, honey?"

"No, no, not at all. I just know them from outside of work." You were about to say they were your favorite band, but decided against it. You were already a bit of an oddball at work with all your rings and the fact that you talked to yourself. No need to make yourself even more conspicuous.

You finished with their drinks and brought them over, trying not to shake as you set them down and took their appetizer orders. You gazed at the lead singer—the beautiful Eddie Munson—the whole time, finding an intensity in his stare that matched the burning in your chest.

Shit. Dustin Henderson, you are in so much trouble for not setting me up with this man.

~❊~

By the time you got home, Dustin should have been asleep. But he was not. His bedroom light was still on, visible through his curtains.

You waited a few minutes to get changed out of your uniform and take off your jewelry. You washed your face and went through your usual nighttime routine, then poked your head down the hallway leading to Dustin's bedroom.

His light was still on, seeping out underneath his door in a golden puddle.

Well, that was that.

You pressed your ear to the door and heard Suzie's familiar voice. You knocked on the door. "Dustin, you got a moment?"

Dustin made a garbled sound. "Um...five minutes!"

You leaned against the wall in silence, hearing him trying to wrap up his conversation with Suzie. Even though it took longer than five minutes, you didn't rush him. They were adorable.

Dustin opened the door. "How was work?"

"Y'know, pretty good actually."

He raised his brows judgmentally. "Even though you had to miss a Corroded Coffin concert?"

You cleared your throat. "Yeah...about that. When were you going to tell me you know Eddie freaking Munson of Corroded Coffin personally?"

Dustin gulped. "Uh...what?"

You pushed him toward his chair and flopped onto his bed. "They visited Everett's, Dustin! They came to Everett's! They came to Everett's."

Dustin's eyes popped out of his head. "Corroded Coffin went to Everett's? Why would they go to a rich person's restaurant, they're dirt poor!"

"Dustin!" you chided, throwing his pillow at him. "Be nicer to your friends." Dustin blushed. "C'mon, Dustin, you could've told me that we were going to see your friends play. I still would have gone."

"You would?"

"Of course I would have gone! Eddie's totally my type, and if you like his music, hell yeah we're going to see him and his friends play!" Dustin shouted his victory. You shushed him. "Shh, shh, shh! Mom's asleep!"

"I knew you totally had a crush on Eddie!" he whisper-hissed. "I knew it!"

You rolled your eyes. "You are totally giving me a formal introduction."

Dustin groaned. "No. No. No. Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Because you two will get along like a house on fire, and then I have to deal with it!"

"Dustin! Getting along with Eddie is the entire reason why you should introduce me. He'd be like...your older brother!"

"Ew! Ew, ew, ew, stop that!" Dustin shoved you out of his room, his cries of disgust punctuated by his and your laughter. He shut the door on your face. "Not another word about Eddie!"

You grinned to yourself, heading to your room. You'd given him your shifts. You could only hope he was as into you as you were into him.

And judging by the fact he walked into a table just to hold your gaze... Maybe it was like something out of a novel, but that had to mean something, right?

~❊~

Dustin had about five seconds of peace on Saturday, when the group met for another Hellfire session outside of school at Eddie's trailer. Now that Eddie, Jeffe, and Gareth had graduated, the DnD sessions had moved to the weekends to keep the campaign going. And then Eddie was skidding to a stop in front of him, holding his palms up and keeping Dustin stopped in front of him.

"Why didn't you ever tell me your sister is a fucking fan of my music?!"

Dustin groaned. "Oh, not both of you!"

Eddie perked up immediately. "She asked about me?"

He sighed. "She's pissed at me for not telling her about you."

"And I'm pissed at you for not telling me about her!" Eddie said with a snort.

Dustin huffed, sitting down in his chair at the table.

"She's perfect," Eddie said, flopping into his seat with a dreamy look in his eye. "She's...she's gorgeous, Dustin, absolutely gorgeous!"

"C'mon, man, that's my sister!"

Gareth snorted. "Yeah—that's his sister. Like you kept saying Friday night when we tried to get you to ask her out!"

"Guys!" Dustin complained.

Jeff rolled his eyes. "You should have seen him. He was tongue-tied."

"All red and blushy," Gareth teased.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up."

"You'd think he'd never talked to a girl before—" Gareth stopped, a teasing smirk growing on his face. "—when we all know he and Chrissy—"

Eddie hid his face in his hands, groaning.

Gareth laughed hysterically. "See! See, there's the Eddie we all saw on Friday."

Dustin pulled a face. "He was like that, and my sister still thinks he's hot?"

Eddie's head snapped up. "She thinks I'm hot?"

Dustin sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything. I should not have said anything."

Eddie folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. "She thinks I'm hot," he repeated, his voice dreamy and far away.

Gareth nudged Dustin. "You're screwed, man. He's already head over heels."

"She gave me her shift schedule," Eddie murmured softly, playing with his hair.

"She did what now?!" Gareth was nearly shrieking. "And you didn't tell me?"

"You were drunk and pestering me, no, I didn't tell you!" Eddie complained.

Dustin sighed. "Are you going to go visit her?"

Eddie took note of the tone of his voice: dejected, almost disappointed. He pulled himself back to reality, his smile falling. "Look, man, if you don't want me to, I won't. But I really, really want to."

Dustin bit his lip. "It's not that I don't want to, it's..." He sighed. "If anything goes wrong, I have to live with both of you. So don't be awkward if it goes wrong."

"Who says it's going to go wrong?" said Gareth, watching Eddie lean back once again, putting his arms behind his head. "She's got Eddie wrapped around her finger."

"That's what scares me."

☞ ❊ ☜

Stranger Things // Eddie Munson // Part 2 of 'Your Favorite's Here'

#eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #au stranger things #corroded coffin #part 2 #part 2/5 #dustin henderson #eddie x henderson!reader #stranger things #your favorite's here

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