#mike is truly just some dude
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WINGMAN
I generally had a clean lifestyle, at least lately, but it was Mike Gelson's bachelor party, and we five dudes were partying it up in Nashville. I may have been doing my goody two-shoes Brendan Peters thing and getting club soda every few rounds, but my tolerance was down and I was getting good and truly wasted.
My best buddy James Carducci noticed, too. Like me, he was a big guy, a former tight end who carried a lot of muscle on his 6'5" frame, but unlike me he could hold his liquor.
"You gonna get laid tonight, Peters?" he growled in my ear as we entered the room we were sharing. "It's fun to see you let your hair down."
I gave him a scowl but knew he was just ribbing me. It's what buddies did. "Why can't we have the bachelor party in New York or something?"
Carducci knew what I meant. He plopped on one of the beds, his big frame taking up most of the double bed mattress. "Bro, you could have all the gay dudes around you and you'd still be too fuckin' picky."
I lay down on the other bed, looking over at my best friend. We'd both moved to the same city after graduation. Coming out had been a big messy process for me, and James had been the most supportive of my college friends. He was enthusiastically bisexual - not advertising it or anything, but we quickly realized we could switch from teammate-buddies to guy talk and back.
Still, we were opposites in a lot of ways. "Dude... it's easy for you. You just want to get your dick wet."
We'd had versions of this conversation before. He grinned. "Bro, maybe you should get your dick wet for a change. It'd keep you from being a cranky bitch." Yeah, Carducci could get away saying stuff to me no one else could. Then turning his meaty body on his side, he looked right at me. "I get it, Peters. But maybe while you wait for Mr. Right, you can have some fun. I mean, Kevin Murphy's not gonna suck your cock."
"What the fuck?!" I played dumb. Kevin had been the kicker on our D1 team and was Mike Gelson's best man. He was my type to a T... shorter than me and leaner, boy-next-door cute, tight body and a bubble ass.
James lay back again and put his arms around his back, arms knotted and pumped. If I was into big dudes like myself, there might be sexual tension between us. "Bro, it's all over your face. Remember, I know your fuckin' type."
"C'mon, JC," I pleaded, using my nickname for him.
He grinned. "Don't worry, Peters, I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. You know that. Crush out on Murphy all you want. You're just barking up the wrong tree."
"Yeah," I sighed. "It's majorly against the bro code." I was starting to get resentful of how being a horny gay dude and an ex-jock living by the bro code were not exactly compatible.
That got a deep laugh from JC. "So's fucking your buddy's dad."
I sat up, the alcohol and quick movement making my head dizzy. "What?!?!" Normally I'd write off the comment as Carducci being a jokester but the way his words came out made them seem real.
He now sat up and reached down to paw at his crotch to rearrange his junk. "This stays between us," he warned.
"Scouts honor, man," I replied.
My friend got a wild look on his face and a leer as he said, "I banged Gelson's dad."
"Mike Gelson," I clarified. "The fucking groom."
He seemed annoyed. "What other Gelsons do you know, dumbass? Yeah, Mike Gelson's father. It was a couple of years ago, when Mike invited a couple of us to his family's lake house." James was closer to Gelson than I was, which only made what he was describing seme more transgressive.
"Dude, isn't Mr. Gelson like 45?" I'd briefly met the man once but he didn't make too much an impression on me, I guess.
Carducci leered. "He was 50 then, and it was fucking glorious. A whole week, both of us enjoying sneaking around." I knew JC had a bit of a kink for married men. We didn't overshare, but I'd very occasionally hear about a hookup or, more often, I'd unload about a date that didn't go like I wanted.
I had to rib him now. "What, you going for the daddies now, JC?"
Without missing a beat, he looked at me with his brown eyes. "Abso-fucking-lutely, Peters. Exclusively even. You should try an older dude for a change."
I didn't think I was easily shocked but the turn of the conversation had indeed rattled me. I went silent before I said quietly, "Man, I couldn't date a guy my dad's age. What the fuck?"
He laughed. "Dude, who's talking about dating? You're a hot fucking dude, you should be having sex nonstop... " He paused. "Can I be honest, bro?"
I nodded, bracing myself for the barrage of criticism. But this was Carducci, I knew he was looking after me.
"Well," James started. "You always go for the unavailable ones like Murphy, or for the stuck up ones who think they're the shit for having an Insta following." For all of our odd-couple conversations, Carducci had never spelled it out for me quite like this. But he was totally right. "I dunno, maybe you should go outside your type just to see. There are so many daddies out there who'd be so fucking appreciative to make it with a guy like you.... You could use the ego boost, bro."
I thought it over. "Is that what older guys are to you?" I asked. "An ego boost?"
He shook his head. "Nah. I have a pretty massive ego already, bro, I don't need help with that. I just love sex with an older guy." I watched as he pulled a spare pillow down to cover his crotch. I knew why: Carducci was boning up talking about sex, and while we shared a lot there still was the bro code between us. "Some of em have a wild side, like a drunk sorority chick."
I shook my head. "Jesus, JC."
I knew the alcohol was getting us both to open up to this conversation. "It's not like that, Peters. I mean, you know you're with a dude, a real masculine dude at that. But there's that wild, naughty streak beneath the surface. I fucking love it."
He reached over and picked up his phone.
"What? Are you gonna show me a picture of one of your conquests?" I asked.
He looked up and winked. "Perv. No, bro, I'm lining up a blowjob. There's gotta be a horny daddy staying in this hotel."
I blushed. "You serious?"
"Sure, I'm serious," he said, now not taking his eyes off the app as he scrolled through. "Jesus you can be such a fucking prude."
I lay back, feeling insulted but mostly angry that he was right. I'd set up a Grindr profile and used it some but then swore it off over the last year. "Well, you're not bringing him back here," I said.
JC now looked up. "Like I said. Cranky bitch." There was teasing sure, but I think I'd actually pissed off my buddy. I almost apologized but I was stubborn.
Anyway, he was now getting off the bed and putting his shoes back on.
"Already?" I asked with astonishment. JC hadn't been on that app much longer than five minutes.
He laughed. "What can I say, bro?" He smiled. "Daddy wants this..." he used his hand to gesture to his tall muscular body. "I'm in Nashville, I'm gonna have a little fucking fun." He had his phone and key card and seemed good to go. "You should too, Peters. For real."
I didn't say anything but I gave a look that was my attempt at an "I'll think about it."
And like that, I watched my best friend leave our room.
***
The lamplight was still on when I woke up. I'd conked out in my drunkenness. I was massively hungover but I always wake up pretty quickly. Light was coming in and the clock said a little after 8.
Carducci's bed was still made and still empty. The fucker.
I got up and pissed and popped a couple of aspirin, hoping they'd help. My head pounded. And we still had another night of this fucking bachelor party weekend. I wondered if these dudes would want to come to mine when the time came. Hell, I wondered if I'd have one.
I brushed my teeth to get the stale beer taste out of my mouth. My hair was mussed up and I did my best to comb it down.
Fifteen minutes later, after a trip to the lobby to get some coffee, I was feeling more alive. Hungover still, but better. I didn't feel like eating anything, but the aspirin was helping.
I picked up my phone. I'd uninstalled Grindr but it was easy enough to re-install it. It took me a second to remember my login, but I used one of my common passwords. One of these days, I'd need to choose something more secure for my shit.
There were some hot guys in Nashville, but I'd gotten spoiled by the city I lived in now. There was a certain type I was seeing here - either bigger, beefier guys, or else younger thinner twinks. My type was always in between that. I wanted more Dierks Bentley and was seeing a lot more Garth Brooks types, even among the 20-somethings.
I'd been replaying my conversation with JC in my head. He could bust my balls, and maybe in a way I didn't like. But I told myself, I'd give this a try. I changed my profile language to make it less picky and judgmental and adjusted my looking-for age range.
It was early and I didn't see any hits in this hotel, but there was a good looking older guy in the hotel on the next block. Kind of average looking, balding hair, 49yo, but his pics showed off a very fit body, lightly hairy, probably trimmed. Looking for now. If I had to make it with an older dude, this was probably as good a match as any. I'd focus on his body if need be.
"Hey," I typed in a chat. "You're up early."
"Hi man." Then. "This is early?"
"In Nashville it is," I replied back.
"True, ha."
I was never great with the quick hookup thing, but one thing I'd mastered was the art of messaging. Some guys were too direct, not flirty enough, but some guys were too passive and conversational. My style didn't work with everyone, but it was working now, I knew.
"What brings you here?" I asked.
"Business. I thought I'd tack on an extra day for fun. And you?"
"Bachelor party."
"Of course, ha." Then, he added. "You're quite the hunk."
"Thanks man," I typed. "You're hot, too." I wasn't sure how much I thought that. It's not that he wasn't hot, because he was in a way. But in my fucked up way, I knew he wasn't Brendan Peters-worthy hot. Not in my league. But I tried to embrace the Carducci way. "You say you bottom, right?" His profile had read vers-bottom.
"Yep. You wanting to fuck?"
After my conversation with JC, I'd initially been thinking of a blowjob. Baby steps. Something to take the edge off. But now I realized it had been WAY too long since I'd fucked a guy. "God yeah. You able to host?"
"If you can give me fifteen minutes."
I pawed my crotch now. I was getting boned good. "Make it twenty?" I wanted to shower up.
"Sounds good, man."
***
The profile had sold the guy short. He didn't look hotter than his pictures but as he ushered me in, he had a deep sexy voice. Almost gravely, with a New York accent. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and I could see how dense his muscle was on a frame that was about 6 inches shorter than mine.
"Looks like I hit the jackpot, huh?" he smiled. Then as his eyes swept up to my face, he added, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna gush. You know you're smoking hot."
OK, maybe JC was right, I could get used to the ego pump. With a grin I stepped up to the guy and wrapped my arms around his naked torso, drawing him in.
"I wasn't sure..." he started to say in his deep voice befor I cut him off with a kiss.
He was a good kisser. This was a hookup, just a hookup, and our making out wasn't romantic, but I really enjoyed this part of sex, and this man knew how to respond to my groove. His hands felt up my chest as he did his best to match my tongue work.
Maybe it had been so long since I'd had sex, but the feel of his bare skin and hard back muscle under my fingers had me rock hard. This guy wasn't my type, but he was masculine and real and he wanted me. I pulled off his towel and broke the kiss so I could reach down and paw at his thick ass. It wasn't a young bubble ass, it wasn't Kevin Murphy's kicker's ass, but this man went to the gym regularly and had for years.
"Yess.." he hissed.
I kneaded his ass for a minute longer then stepped back, in full ready to fuck mode. As I reached down and started undoing my shorts and kicking off my shoes, my trick looked at me with horny anticipation, his daddy dick hard and leaking, a solid six-incher that stood out from his trimmed but hairy crotch.
"I guess we didn't talk about specifics," he said, stepping back to the bed. "You a missionary or doggy position kind of guy?"
God, this was 180 degrees from my normal Grindr experience. I always met freaks who'd get real porny and weird, or I met guys who were bossy about their needs. This man had a fun laid-back vibe, even as we were getting to brass tacks.
Usually my answer would be missionary. "Doggy," I leered, letting my thick long cock fall out as I pushed my underwear down.
"Fuck," the daddy hissed. "You didn't exaggerate the measurements. Take it a little easy at first, then I'm good to go." I watched as he got onto the bed, on all fours. It was clearly the body of a man in his late 40s, but I was going to enjoy it all the same.
I got up on after him, letting the mattress sink with my weight. I'd hit almost 240 in college ball, and while I'd leaned down a little since then, I still was 230 pounds of tall muscle.
I remember one time I'd started eating out some model looking guy I'd hooked up with and he about freaked out, telling me he wasn't into getting rim. But as I kissed along this man's lightly furred ass cheeks, one side then the other, he spread his legs in an unmistakeable green light. I dove in and licked.
Fuck, this daddy loved it. I thought about what JC said. Masculine dudes with that drunk sorority chick worthy wild streak. He was some regular guy on business, and he was enjoying me eating him out and munching wildly at his clean pucker.
"Holy fuck, dude!" he growled, the deep voice making his words seem more sexual. "Eat my fucking hole."
I did. I wasn't even expecting an extended rim session for this. I almost thought it would be a pump and go, but I now rode the experience, gripping his cheeks, pulling them apart and tongue fucking this man who indeed was old enough to be my father.
I could have kept at it, too, but I needed to fuck. I leaned up, wiped off the spit from my chin and reached down to wet my cock.
"There's lube and condoms," he said, nodding to the night stand. "I'm on PREP so do what you want, man." Again, that deep voice had my balls twitching.
I slathered on some lube and lined up my bare prick. Daddy was gonna get raw dogged. I gave a two-mississippi pause then pushed to enter him.
There was some snugness at the ring but otherwise no real resistance. I popped in, making the man grunt a little, but he braced his upper body, took a deep breath, then nodded. I pushed my way all the way in, deep into his hot tightness. I forgot how amazing a good fuck felt. Bottoming out, I gripped his waist and began a slow pump.
"Jesus, you're a big boy," he grunted, excitement in his voice.
"6-four," I teased, now fucking him with firmer strokes.
"I meant your cock," the daddy said.
"I know," I hissed. "You're taking that big dick."
"Christ, man," he replied. "Fuck me! Fuck me big guy!"
I did. Getting more and more into it. I was enjoying this position of holding his waist and using that leverage to pull his leaner muscular build onto my hard pistoning cock as much as I was pushing into him. But as I got more excited and more into the mounting pleasure, I felt a need for something more animalistic. Leaning forward, I covered his back with my muscular chest and torso and just started hammering him with hard short strokes.
"Oh fuck oh fuck," he hissed. Loving it, but feeling the challenge of taking me that way, given my strength.
It wouldn't take long though. I now supported my weight with one arm while the other one wrapped around him, pulling his hard body next to mine for maximum contact and steady penetration.
He too was braced on one hand now while the jerked off to my inward strokes.
He came a second before me, but it was a photo finish. I let out a deep heavy growl and enjoyed the most amazing orgasm I'd had in a LONG time.
He finally withdrew his hand and let my weight push him down into a flat lying position.
"Am I too heavy?" I asked as I kissed his neck softly. I didn't want to pull out just yet, the aftershocks felt pretty amazing.
"I'm good," came that deep voice. "I like it, actually."
I kissed him more, along his neck. It's a weird thing of mine. Some guys lose interest after getting their nut, but I get in a real romantic headspace after cumming. It's freaked some men out.
Daddy picked up on it. "I thought you'd be a fuck and go kind of guy," he said with a soft laugh.
"Sorry," I said, pushing myself up off him some.
"Don't apologize, it's nice."
I ran my hand along the man's arm. Strong, not as big as mine, but there's something about an older man that meant more seasoned muscle. "I know this is just a hookup," I said. "I just like talking with a guy I have sex with. I'm weird, I guess."
He got quiet, but his reply felt calm and measured. "We can grab brunch if you like. I can learn more about the guy who just gave me the fuck of my life."
"Yeah," I said.
Now as we uncoupled and rinsed off in the bathroom before getting dressed again, I was having second doubts, and maybe I was leading him on too much. I absolutely didn't want anything serious with this guy. After today, I'd probably half forget him. This was just my hormones talking.
He seemed to read me. "You OK, man?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
He gave me an empathetic look. "Don't worry, I know I'm just a piece of tail to you. But I'm starving... why don't we get a bite and then you can get back to your bachelor party duties?"
I smiled. "Sounds good," I said. I stepped up and kissed him, softly. Wrapping my arms around his waist and enjoying the height difference.
"My name's Curt," he said.
"Brendan," I said.
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idk if you’d be comfortable writing this but I was wondering if you could whip up an Aphrodite!reader who’s fed up with her beauty. She stops attending school and stays the full term at camp which makes Luke confused. So she tells him about how random dudes would hit on her and be creepy at her school or something. She’d prolly join him with Kronos bc she wants to feel respected for once. Would be such an angsty but filled with femme rage although totally cool if you choose not to write this~ Just wanted to share it with someone 💛
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!Reader
Summary: Maybe you didn't want to be beautiful anymore.
Content: pretty angsty, brief mentions of male harassment but nothing explicit or triggering, again sorry for the wait i had w block pls forgive me. also not proofread sorry yall its been a rough week.
You were only faintly aware of the noise around you.
The chatter of the city was a mere buzz in the back of your head as you marched down the street. It amazed you, really, just how unbelievably dickish mortal boys could be. This one in particular; Mike Schwartz, a five foot something jock who sat on the bench at every game. He’d been a bother in your life since you started high school. Back then, you took the endless prospects as a compliment – you truly were your mother’s daughter. It was a boost to your weak teenage confidence.
But as the years went by, the constant asking for your hand became an irritant. Especially when they couldn’t get the hint – at fourteen, turning down guys felt amazing, but when those same guys kept coming back for more, it made your eye twitch. Couldn’t they take the first no, tuck their tail between their legs and fuck off?
Apparently not.
After four years of putting up with it, you were done. Storming out of the cafeteria, grabbing all your things, hailing a cab and getting the hell outta dodge. Maybe you should’ve stopped to think — called your dad, taken a few deep breaths. But the harder you thought about it, after trying not to for so many years, you came to the conclusion that you would’ve ended up here anyway.
Here being the peak of HalfBlood Hill in the middle of September. It was only slightly unusual, because when you usually arrive at the start of summer you get to watch the crowds of arrivals setting up shop at camp. Now, however, it was fairly desolate. Less people, you knew.
It was also a split second shock when you stepped across the border and felt the drastic change in weather. From the cool breeze of the autumn air to the warm summery spring that camp was in year-round. A shift that made you pause, but you kept on down the hill anyway.
Chiron was waiting for you on the porch of the Big House, and without so much as a word, gestured for you to follow him inside. He was fairly understanding of your situation, but made you Iris Message your dad and tell him of your decision. He, too, was more glad you were safe than angry you ran off.
“We can talk about this when you feel like talking.” He’d said.
So you’d done it. Finally, you’d gotten yourself away from the hey hot stuffs and the you seeing anyone baby?s. You were back at camp, you were where you were most happy.
But you weren’t happy.
Being a year-rounder, you’d discovered, was a lot less busy than being a summer camper. You got more days off, longer breaks between activities. You found yourself spending more time in your own company; something you never really got to do before. Most of the time you were with your siblings, or your mortal friends, or you were being hounded by some frat boy and their friends.
It took a minute to get used to the loneliness, but you did. You explored camp, found places you hadn’t seen before. A cute clearing near a stream on the east side of the forest, or a Satyr sanctuary on the far end of the beach. You read more books, you trained a little harder, you perfected six new hairstyles on your little sister Elena and Annabeth from the Athena Cabin.
And yet, you were still pissed off.
“Why?”
Luke Castellan was a name everyone knew in this little corner of Long Island. One of the oldest campers, head counsellor of the rowdiest cabin, token tour guide for the new kids. Oh, and the best swordsman camp had seen in, like, three centuries. He was cute, that much you’d heard all around your cabin. But you’d never really held a solid conversation with him until you became a year-rounder. The fewer people around, the more you run into him.
You’d been practising a few neat tricks with a dagger when he spotted you. Said he was there to train himself for once and that you wouldn’t even notice he was there. You did, though. Especially when he took his shirt off twenty minutes in.
You shared a water break, he asked you why you’d transferred to being a year rounder, and you indulge him in the story. He was super nice about it too, which made you angry. Was Luke the only nice guy on the planet?
“But at least you’re happier now, right?” He’d said. You weren’t, you told him that much. He gave you this knowing look you’d never seen on him before, and asked Why?
You shrugged, “I don’t know. I love it here, I do. But I shouldn’t have to uproot my entire life and bring it here just to get some semblance of peace. I shouldn’t have to give up my education, my friends, my dad, just so I don’t have to get harassed every day. It’s not even like my mom gave me anything to help combat it, either. She just made me beautiful and told me to deal with the consequences! I mean,” You let out a weak chuckle, holding up the dagger you’d been toying with, “This was a birthday present from a friend in Cabin Six. Not even my mother, who is a warrior herself, could bother sending me a weapon. They really don’t give two shits about us, do they?”
He’d parted his lips, eyes shining with something, and looked at you through his bottom lashes, “No. They don’t.”
You and Luke grew closer after that. A lot closer. By the time summer rolled around and the rest of the campers returned, you were inseparable. Many rumours spread but you two ignored them in favour of sneaking into that clearing you’d found and talking in whispers about your hatred for the gods. Who cared if they could hear you? Let them.
It was Luke who had come up with the idea to steal the bolt. A quick job, in and out, and maybe then they’d listen to what you’d have to say. But they didn’t — they did exactly what they always did and risked the lives of two young demigods and a satyr just because they couldn’t be bothered doing it themselves. Selfish — that’s what they were. They didn’t care about anyone —
“ — but themselves!” You glared at Thalia, who stood before you atop Mount Tamalpais with her spear in your direction. “I mean, look at your dad. He didn’t care enough to stop the monsters from killing you, oh, but it’s okay because he turned you into a damn tree!”
“This isn’t the way!” Annabeth yelled from afar. Her hair was twisted in a style you’d taught her how to do that first year as a year-rounder. It broke your heart that she couldn’t see how right you and Luke were.
“Curse them, Thalia.” You said plainly, holding up your dagger. Half mortal metal, half celestial bronze. A gift from Luke. “Curse your father and his children. His brothers. Curse them all like they deserve to be cursed! They deserve to be toppled.”
You tilted your head, looking at them all. Luke and your army were heading steadily up the mountain. If you could convince them now, there wouldn’t need to be a battle.
“Where are they now, huh?” You raised both your arms, “You’re fighting for your life against a titan on a mountain and the only god who came to help out was Artemis? And that’s just because she was here already.” You scoffed out a laugh, “You should thank us, really, for taking her. Had we not, you’d be dead already.”
Annabeth watched. You were unrecognisable in that moment — your face streaked with dirt and blood, curled into a dark sneer that any of your siblings would berate you for because of the wrinkles you’d get. You didn’t seem to care all that much, though. Not when Thalia was lunging for you and attempting to pull you out of the rage you were in. Not when her spear and shield were no match for your measly dagger and you went toppling down the mountain.
The next time any of them saw you was in Manhattan — after believing you to be dead for a year and a half, it came as a shock when you emerged from the crowd of monsters. Your hair was hacked short, and one of your legs had been replaced with a bronze prosthetic. You fought with a ruthlessness none of them had seen in you before, whether it be because you were on the losing side or because Luke had given his body to the Lord of Time before you had the chance to tell him you loved him. You were still angry, and even if you hated Kronos, you didn’t hate him nearly as much as you hated the gods.
When Luke died, you were kneeled beside him. Your face was dirty, your hair was knotty, and there was a dent in your bronze leg. He lifted a hand to your face, “I’m sorry to have to say this, but…you’re sorta beautiful.”
“Sorta?”
He grinned, and then he died, and you were filled with such unbridled rage that you pushed yourself down to the ground of Manhattan and tore through Kronos’ army with fire in your eyes, not stopping until Apollo got rid of your sight and forced you to calm down. You didn’t know if you’d ever be calm, since the only person who ever understood you just died in your arms, but you dropped your dagger and stomped your way back up to Olympus like a bratty child anyway.
Zeus didn’t punish you for what you did, but he did say he’d be keeping a firm eye on you. You joined the hunters, much to your mothers disdain, and didn’t ever allow yourself to look back.
#@lia’s works#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians
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This makes me feel like Mike is lying and knows he’s lying in his monologue:
And…
And dot dot dot…?
El’s literally choking and Mike is frozen.
Will pushes Mike and tells him not to stop, reminding him of his speech in the van.
Then, even as he is about to say it, HE STALLS.
It’s clear Mike is having a serious internal conflict when it comes to saying I love you to El, and for a character whose most important rule is ‘friends don’t lie’ and whose sister had an identical plot line where she couldn’t tell her boyfriend I love you when she realized she didn’t love him and was starting to have stronger feelings for someone else, I feel like the answer is right there.
But the And dot dot dot just does it for me.
Like what is with the dramatics.???
It’s so weird to me because if the problem was as simple as Mike being scared of losing El, he wouldn’t have risked things by not saying it when she was crying in her room during their fight.
As the cop car was taking her away, it wouldn’t have been the perfect moment, and yet the way Mike said everything he could to reassure her but avoided simply saying the one thing he knew she wanted to hear, something that had her crying not even 5 minutes earlier, saying it could have been a way for Mike to comfort her in this moment of uncertainty.
Then there’s the letter, where El says from instead of love, and this is the last semblance of contact they have with each other, which has given Mike the impression that they had a fight they could never come back from. And so, he lost her in that moment. His greatest fear has apparently already come to fruition.
The rest of the season he continues to grapple with his insecurities and his concerns with where him and El stand, with Will reassuring him. He nods his head about someone he cares about not liking the truth. Him constantly talking about his conflict with El as if it’s something that cannot be fixed?? Dude it required 3 words?? And what reason exactly would he have to agree with what Will said, unless there is some truth he’s already aware of that he doesn’t think El will like?
And then their reunion in the desert happens. THIS could finally be the moment he makes clear to El how he feels. He hasn’t lost her, they’re back with each other and she’s safe and alive and happy to see him.
So why when she leans in fully, does he hold himself back (El’s face is perfectly symmetrical vertically with the frame when their foreheads meet, whereas Mike is more so leaning back horizontally as much as he can, doing his best to keep his mouth as far away from El as possible)?...
So, no kiss then?…
After they separate and smile at each other relieved, instead of making a point to say ‘that thing’, Mike decides to shift focus from them, to those around them, seeking our Will specifically.
At Surfer Boy, they get interrupted by Argyle and his pineapple pizza. Leading up to it, Mike doesn’t look like he’s about to confess this deep and emotional reason for why he couldn’t say I love you.
I guess… I dunno… I guess I just wanted to say that—
AGAIN WITH THE DOT DOT DOTS!
If Mike was going to say I love you, that would have been the most anti-climactic love confession in the history of television. He doesn’t sound like he’s about to tell her something genuine from his heart. He sounds like he’s about to say something because he feels obligated to.
And then that leading to the monologue, where there is more stalling…
Mike had soooo many chances to say it, and if he was truly scared saying it would make losing her eventually ‘hurt more’ (words inspired by Will’s speech), then he could have said it any one of those previous instances and could have saved them and their relationship.
Instead he treats it like no man’s land, as if it’s this bad word that isn’t an option, until it’s quite literally the only option.
I think that while it is heartbreaking, it makes Mike a very complex character. While he did lie, it was a pretty selfless act, because he was breaking one of his most sacred rules, he was lying. He put it off for sooo long for a reason. He goes against how he truly feels in his heart, and that’s in large part why they lose .
Another factor to all of this, that makes me think this is very likely, is again the major theme of friends don’t lie. And how there is one scene from s1 in particular that offers up a really good Mike and El parallel we could get for them in s5, that I think would make this whole situation and the buildup to it, just sooooo fucking layered.
Imagine something similar to this conversation in s5, but switch Mike and El around:
Rewatching all the seasons in general opens up a lot of possibilities for brainstorming about potential callbacks we could see in s5. When it comes to the importance and impact of lying in the story, with s4 being filled with characters lying, there is just something so full circle about s4 opening with El’s letter filled with lies, Will’s veiled love confession filled with lies that his feelings are El’s and the season closing off with Mike lying to save the world and as a result failing.
And then in s5, kind of bringing together all of these lies, with the truth this time.
Having a parallel to this, with El calling Mike out, would finally give her the chance to voice to Mike, face to face, how she feels truly about everything, and having it be in a way that will sort of put Mike in his place, in a similar way he did to her, would be kind of insane.
Not only that, but in doing so, along with making byler canon by the end end of the series, this entire scene in s1 could be re-contextualized to something much more incredible than it was to viewers in their initial viewing.
After s5, this scene would never be the same:
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Chemistry - Eddie Munson x Female Reader
Prompt: Eddie gets flustered when Y/N asks him out in front of everyone
“If you stare any harder your eyes might explode,” Mike joked as he gave Eddie a slight shove. It was enough to get him to finally break away his gaze from what had captivated him across the cafeteria.
Y/N L/N was quite possibly the most beautiful girl Eddie had ever seen, and he’d seen his fair share of pretty ladies. The stack of playboy magazines underneath his bed could attest to that. She was a senior- a popular girl, beautiful and well-liked by everyone. He didn’t know of a single jock that hadn’t taken their shot and asked her out by now. Yet, for some odd reason, she always remained single.
Maybe she was just too good for anyone from Hawkins. That much he knew was true.
He’d had the luck and pleasure of being her chemistry partner earlier that month for an assignment. At first, he wasn’t sure what to expect. She was best friends with the cheer squad and they all made their distaste for him known, so he figured she might feel the same way.
Instead, he was pleasantly surprised. She was friendly and kind and didn’t even get angry when he almost accidentally lit her hair on fire. She had simply laughed it off and joked about burning his hair off to make them even. He admired her wicked sense of humor and felt that they really had chemistry together- ironic considering they were working together for a chemistry grade. She was incredibly smart and landed them a perfect score for their project. He actually looked forward to class during that time and was sad when it came to an end.
He had considered her a friend during that time. She both excited and calmed him, bringing so much to his day that he wondered how they’d never spoken before that. He felt as if he’d known her his entire life.
But she was popular and he was a freak. Their circles never mixed, and anyone who even dared to step out of the status quo was immediately banished from said group. He’d never have a chance with her, but he could still admire her from afar.
He’d find himself daydreaming about her often. The thought of her lips on his kept him up at night, filling him with a yearning he’d never had before. He’d had crushes before, and sure he’d had a silly middle school girlfriend that had lasted an impressive total of two weeks, but this was something different. He could picture himself with her- whether it was traveling across the country or settling down in the same town he’d been stuck in his whole life didn’t make a difference. He thought of her and felt happy. Truly and simply happy.
But those were just silly dreams and the closest he’d be able to get to her again was here. In the cafeteria. With longing looks.
“Is it a crime to look at a beautiful lady?” Eddie asked as he shot Mike suggestive eyebrows. He laughed at the face Mike made and returned his gaze to the girl across the room. Their eyes locked for an instant, and he shot her a shy grin which she returned with a dazzling smile. She said something to her friend, and stood up, waving away the protests from the basketball players that had been trying to get her attention.
“Oh shit,” Dustin whispered from Eddie’s side, “she’s coming over here dude.”
“Act cool, guys,” Eddie instructed as he stood up and fixed his jacket. He moved around the table before thinking better of the situation approaching. Only a few people had noticed their small exchange, but having her come straight to him was a sure way to get people to gossip. He didn’t care, but he didn’t want her to feel judged for it. He made eye contact and motioned to the entrance, wanting to spare her the ridicule of being seen talking to the town freak. To his surprise, she merely shook her head and marched straight up to him.
“Hey Y/N,” he greeted with a grin once she was in earshot. He slid his hands into his back pockets to hide the fact that they were sweating from anticipation. He shot the table of friends a look as they all gawked at the girl in front of them.
“Hey Ed,” she smiled before turning to the rest of the group. “Hey, guys.”
They all gave delayed hellos, shocked to have her speak to them. It wasn’t that she was ever mean to them, they just weren’t accustomed to having their existence acknowledged by one of the hottest girls in school.
“So… are you doing anything tonight?” she asked Eddie. He was surprised at the question but answered honestly.
“Hellfire club. We’re almost done with our campaign.” He felt a soft kick to his leg followed by a hushed “dude” from Dustin. “Why? Did you need something?”
“Actually yeah, I do.” She smiled confidently before taking a step closer. More people were watching now and Eddie could feel his nervousness begin to overtake him. Whatever it was she wanted, she had decided it was worth social suicide. “I need a date.”
“A date?” Eddie choked out. He would have sworn his heart had stopped for a second before beating at full force. He could hear the blood rush in his ears. “Like, an actual date? Not just an “I need someone to keep me company at some party” date?”
“Yes, a date! The “I kinda like you and I wanna see what happens between us” sort of date. You know. Watch a movie. Grab dinner. Have fun together.” her smile never faltered. “We can do it tomorrow since you’re busy tonight?”
“He’s not busy tonight!“ Dustin interjected. “I have to uhhh- help my mom with stuff tonight so we’re going to play tomorrow instead.”
Eddie shot him a confused look but Dustin merely widened his eyes at him.
“Right Mike?” Dustin continued, nudging his friend.
“Uh yeah. I’m also helping Dustin’s mom. With that thing. So, yeah. Eddie’s free tonight.” Mike nodded with great enthusiasm. Eddie appreciated the fact that they were so willing to forego their campaign when he hadn’t been as flexible with them in the past.
“Great!” she beamed. Eddie felt dizzy, almost as if he was being lifted out of his own body. It was all so much to process for him. Her smile fell a bit as she noticed how quiet he had been. “Eddie? Are you okay? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No! No,” he snapped back into his body faster than lightning. “I would love to take you on a date. I’m just a little confused, that’s all.”
“Confused?”
“Yeah. Y/N, you’re…popular. Your friends will disown you for even speaking to me right now” he frowned, “and you’re doing this so publicly…people are watching.”
She grinned, genuinely moved by his concern.
“No offense to them but, I don’t think I want them as a friend if they’re that quick to cut me off,” she stepped closer and looked up at him, “and besides, I like you. That’s all that matters. Fuck them.”
His smile tripled in size as he nodded in agreement.
“Fuck ‘em.”
She took another step closer and graced his cheek with a soft kiss. Eddie and his friends were stunned at the small act, as were the rest of Hawkins High students who’d been watching the interaction with great curiosity. She gave a small laugh at the way his eyes widened before stepping away.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
“Yeah, tonight,” Eddie agreed as he tried his best to not look like a lovesick fool. He could hear the whispers that had broken out across the cafeteria but he didn’t care. Instead, he sat back down and continued to eat his food as if his life hadn’t just completely changed in a matter of moments.
“I don’t know what the hell just happened but you’re lucky I have to help my mom tonight,” Dustin stated with a goofy grin.
Eddie rolled his eyes but gave the kid a hug.
“Thanks, man.”
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My Girl
Summary; Eddie can get a little protective as y/n is one of the only girls in The Hellfire Club but it's just because he's her friend... Right?
Warnings; None, fluff and protective slightly jealous Eddie. Just a short and sweet fic.
Pairings; Eddie Munson x Reader
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"He did WHAT?"
She sighs as Eddie rapidly changes from concerned to angry as she explains what happened with Jason (asshole) Carver at lunch.
"It's not a big deal Ed's". She works on reassuring him that she's okay, Jason was just being his usual pigheaded self and tried to be charming. Emphasis on the word tried.
"Not a big deal?" he scoffs and sits on his throne for a second before getting up and pacing again.
"It's not. Fuck, do you think I can't handle myself or something?" this stops his tirade briefly as he softens and gives her a look that makes her melt, that darn puppy-eyed look that always got to her.
"Of course, you can handle yourself but you're my friend, my girl and I will not let him be a dick with you".
My girl
That's the third time he's said that this week and she wishes that it was because he wanted her to be his.
"Eddie, you were like this with Steve too".
The minute that Steve showed the slightest bit of interest in her Eddie was strutting around acting all alpha male and giving Steve the third degree and if looks could kill...phew.
"I like Harrington, Dustin is right he's a great dude but he's still in love with Nancy Wheeler and I didn't want you heartbroken, not my girl".
There it is again. Nervous but aching to know if he truly does like her the way she likes him, she motions him to sit.
"Eddie, you keep saying my girl when you talk about me". He nods and she bites her lip then says what's on her mind.
"Well is it like a brotherly or protective friend way or like the want me to be your girl way?".
She waits for his answer feeling like she's on tenterhooks then he gets up and closes the distance between them and kisses her which she returns eagerly.
"I want you to be mine, you do not belong with that prick Carver, Harrington. You belong with me princess".
She hears a gagging sound and some of The Hellfire group have arrived. Dustin is grinning smugly most likely because the little shit twigged what was going on.
Lucas and Mike are rolling their eyes and Mike makes a face.
"Ahh shit, that means they are going to be kissing all the time now". Eddie nods smirking and pulls her on his knee.
"Damn straight Wheeler now let's settle down and start our campaign yeah?". He presses a kiss to her forehead and she's on cloud nine on the way things have worked out.
❤✨
Just had to use this one ⬇👀😍
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First Date
summary - Your first date with Goose.
warnings - language, Mav is kinda slandered in this but I’m not sorry about it, implied underage drinking, yes I marathoned Magic Mike for Valentine’s day leave me alone
word count - 1.1k
okay, I’m gonna go eat dinner but I want to get this out lol
follow the adventures of Goose and Duck in Duck, Duck, Goose!
“No fucking way.”
“Please, Goose?” Maverick begs, trying to stop his best friend from leaving their dorm. “It was the only way she’d agree to go on a date with me.”
Goose scoffs. “So I have to tag along on a double date with someone I don’t even know, so you can get your dick wet?” He sidesteps Maverick quickly, making his way to the door.
Maverick purses his lips. He’d been trying to score a date with Nancy Bower since first semester. She was the hottest girl in freshman year and that was just a fact, and if Mav could pull her it would only solidify his reputation on the team. But the only way she’d agree to go out with him is if it was a double date with her roommate.
Obviously, Goose was Mav’s first thought, but the other 19 year old wanted absolutely nothing to do with going on dates. Goose was only ever willing to be Mav’s wing man, good-naturedly playing along with his women wooing antics, but a date was pushing it even Mav knew that. Still, Goose's aversion to awkward conversations over restaurant tables would not ruin Mav’s chance with Nancy. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“I’m enacting bro code.”
Goose freezes.
“Dude,” he turns around slowly. “Are you fucking serious?”
Maverick nods, strengthening his resolve. “I am. Bro code is now in effect, no take backs. I’ll see you tonight.”
“You’re unbelievable.” Goose groans.
And that’s how he finds himself standing outside a karaoke place in a Hawaiian shirt and jeans as Maverick checks his hair in his phone camera for the fifth time.
Goose smacks the back of his head. “Would you stop that? And when’s your date supposed to be here?”
“Our dates,” Mav corrects, rubbing the back of his head, “should be here any second. And listen man, I don’t know what her roommate looks like, so if she’s—”
“Pete!”
Goose perks up at the sound of a feminine voice and his eyes suddenly widen in panic. “Mav, I have to go.”
“What? No you don’t— Hi, ladies,” Maverick grips Goose’s arm, keeping him in place as you and Nancy make your way over to them.
Goose gulps audibly, averting his eyes from you as Maverick starts with introductions. Truly, he thought the worst part about tonight was that he was on a double date with a stranger. He did not think he would be going on a double date with a stranger he’d also attempted a horrible rendition of Magic Mike’s Pony routine on.
It had been after a big win, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, and at an after party at his captain’s house, Goose somehow wound up being dared to give a girl a lap dance. Next thing he knew, Pony by Ginuwine was blasting through the house, your friends were pushing you into a chair, and somewhere in the world Channing Tatum was breaking out into a shiver.
Goose can’t remember much of the routine, but he remembers enough to know that it was the most mortifying thing he’d ever done. Of course Maverick didn’t know this—he had been upstairs hooking up with some girl at the time—and Goose wanted to punch him when Mav moved the attention onto him.
“—And this is my best buddy Goose,” Maverick grins. “You’re gonna love him.”
“Goose?” you repeat, glancing at the taller boy in mild confusion.
“Nick,” Goose clarifies. “But all my friends call me ‘Goose’.”
You smile and stick a hand out. “Alright then, nice to meet you, Goose.”
Goose takes your hand and shakes it, barely concealing his hesitance. Could it be that you didn’t recognize him? Surely you would have said something if you did. But you’re looking at him like you’ve never seen him before. Goose lets out a small breath of relief.
“Nice to meet you, too.”
“My fingers are getting tired here, honey.”
You scowl, pausing your adjusting of the triangle of paper in your hand. “You’re the one who wanted to play finger football. I was just fine catching peanuts.”
“That’s ‘cause that guy kept glaring at us when you missed and hit him in the back of the head.” Goose drops his two hands, relaxing his fingers from the “L” shape they were holding up to emulate a field goal.
The two of you had been messing around for the past two hours and Goose was surprised to find that he was enjoying himself. Maverick and Nancy had ditched the both of you almost as soon as you walked into the building—though that was to be expected—and, after at least five minutes of awkward silence, you suddenly asked Goose if he could catch a peanut in his mouth.
“Oh my god!” You hide your face in your hands. “Stop bringing that up, it was so embarrassing.”
Goose laughs, grabbing a peanut from the bowl on the table and tossing it into his mouth. At this point he was almost positive you’d forgotten the Pony incident. It wasn’t just that you didn’t bring it up, you also very clearly knew Goose. You proved it when, after finally catching a peanut in your mouth, you did his signature celly. That had put a smirk on Goose’s lips and he thinks maybe first dates aren’t so bad after all.
“Well, if you don’t wanna play finger football and I don’t wanna have to see you decapitate someone with a peanut, what should we do?” Goose grins when you open your mouth to protest, but you cut yourself off before you even get a word out, something behind him catches your eye.
“This is a karaoke place,” you look at him mischievously. “You know how to sing?”
“Of course, I know how to sing. You ever hear Mav sing just know that was all me. He sounded like a dying cat before I came along,” Goose scoffs.
You get up from the table, pausing at Goose’s side and he physically has to stop his eyes from fluttering closed at the scent of your perfume. “I’m gonna sign you up for a song, okay?”
“Only if I get to sign you up for a song.” Goose agrees.
You race off to the sign up sheet and Goose can’t fight the smile making its way on his face. He’s already sure that he’s going to ask for your number after this, but it’s when he finally gets called up to the karaoke stage that Goose knows he’s going to marry you.
“And next up is… um, Magic Nick? He's gonna be singing Pony by Ginuwine.”
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Wait, that's so interesting Brotherhood gets a bad rep? I thought the writer was one of the few writers who understood Anakin and was excited for his coming novel!
To be fair, I think the reputation of the Star Wars: Brotherhood novel specifically depends on what fan circles you travel in. The Star Wars lore dudes on YouTube love this book, and so do most of the Star Wars EU podcasts. Also, if you’re a fan of Anakin & Obi-Wan as a team, you’ll adore this book, as its very foundation is their relationship. The author of Brotherhood is Mike Chen, who is a proud fan of the Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover, and it is very evident that Chen takes his character inspiration from Stover’s own uniquely intense “closer than friends, closer than brothers” take on the Anakin & Obi-Wan relationship.
From what I’ve seen, the criticism of this book comes mainly from pro-Jedi circles on Tumblr, particularly fans who dislike Anakin. I’m guessing it’s due to three main reasons: 1) this book is very pro-Anakin and runs on the belief that Anakin was always an unwanted misfit in the Jedi Order and always was very aware of that, 2) the book takes a more critical view on the Jedi’s involvement in the war and frames them in a more questionable light, and 3) this book is very, very anti-Mace Windu.
Personally, my biggest issue is with the anti-Mace stance of this book, as well as the argument Brotherhood makes that Mace Windu was one of the Jedi to always dislike Anakin. It makes zero sense to me, because I’ve listened to every interview with Mike Chen that I can get ahold of (I can rec some if anyone is interested, just ask me), and he doesn’t seem to dislike Mace Windu? He just noticed that Anakin is very formal and respectful in front of the Council in AOTC, and he takes this as evidence that Anakin never felt comfortable with the Council or Mace Windu.
It’s odd to me, because in AOTC, Mace is very supportive of Anakin? From giving him the solo assignment of protecting Padme to defending him to Obi-Wan to not even asking “WTF are you doing on Tatooine?” when Anakin FaceTimes him from there. Ignoring all of those moments in favor of concentrating on Anakin’s body language in the Council scene is missing the forest for its trees, IMHO.
But something the Jedi-Positive segment of fandom does that bothers me is insistently push this theory that Mace’s characterization is due to Anakin being an unreliable narrator, and this idea is proven false several times. First, early in the book, even Obi-Wan thinks to himself that Mace doesn’t like Anakin. Then we get a scene of Palps during a private meeting with Anakin basically saying, “Wow, Master Windu sure sucks, doesn’t he?”, and Anakin not disagreeing. There’s also a memory Anakin has of Mace getting pissed off at 12yo Anakin for another Padawan referring to Anakin as the Chosen One, and another scene of Mace Windu trying to spy on Anakin to see if he’s doing a good enough job of training the younglings, and another scene of Anakin making a fool out of Mace by pretending their communication line is breaking up, and it’s very clear the reader is supposed to be on Anakin’s side.
Crucially, what we’re missing is a scene proving Anakin is an unreliable narrator and showing us that Mace is a good Jedi that just doesn’t like Anakin, or that it’s not even that he dislikes Anakin, but is just fucking tired and stressed out because of the war. But we never get that. We just get perpetually angry and irritated Mace Windu who immediately supports Palpatine’s decision to send Padawans out to the front lines—which Obi-Wan objects to, and Mace overrules him. This is an extremely unflattering portrayal of Mace that is deliberately written to be so, and I don’t see the point of pretending otherwise. There’s no unreliable narrator here—Mike Chen believes the Jedi weren’t ever fully onboard with training Anakin and never truly wanted him around and uses Mace’s character to convey that point. I don’t like it, but it is what it is.
All that being said, if you like Anakin and you want to see more of his bond with Obi-Wan, or cute moments with him mentoring the Jedi younglings, or cute moments with him and Padme going on undercover dates, this is the book for you. Mike Chen very clearly loves Anakin, Padme, Obi-Wan, and the Anidala ship, and tries to write each of them at their best but still with room to grow. It’s evidently he loves these three but still has awareness of their flaws and wants to examine what makes them tick.
My review would be that Brotherhood is a 4/5 book, with the point being deducted because of Mace’s treatment, but other readers who don’t enjoy him that much probably won’t have that issue.
Also, paging @fleetstreetfatality, our resident expert on Brotherhood, see if they want to make any contributions or confirm or refute any of my points. Fire away!
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Just one look at the Bylers most vocal about sexual things involving Mike and Will then it’s clear. most of them are adults. and all the ones that like men i assure you are projecting. you Bylers are attracted to Finn and not hiding it at all. you want to imagine your celebrity crush in scenarios like these because you want to sleep with Finn! idiots all of you. hosegate believers admit your attraction to Finn. but stop talking about underage characters in sexual ways because the actor is an adult that you want to bang! a post i saw on here obsessing over his hands what is wrong with you Bylers he is trash at acting Finn is the worst of the cast no emotion just flatly delivering lines and ruining scenes by his lack of talent what an incompetent loser
Woah woah woah. Let me make this perfectly clear. The only peeps I’d want to fuck from ST is David Harbour and Winona Ryder…a little Jopper sandwich if you get what I’m putting down.
Ok ok ok so maybe some Karen and Jamie Campbell Bower too. 😌
I think we can disagree on Finn’s acting that’s fine he’s not everyone’s cup of tea.
And yeah dude is pretty. I’m not fucking blind. He’s is aesthetics i like in men for sure. With the hair and the eyes and the nose. But bro ain’t done yet. I can assure you with my whole chest that i have no interest in fucking an uncooked little dude. No thanks!
But I am glad you got to vent your frustrations in my inbox anon. Do you feel better?
Also, guess what anon?!! teenagers (that interested in sex)have sex, think about sex, have orgasms, and masturbate. 😧😧
And they do it fucking often.
You know how I know? Cause I was one. I’m sorry if that bothers you, and I am not sure who allowed this younger generation to become so puritanical and ashamed of their sexuality, desires, and bodies, but I truly feel sorry for all of you.
Happy holidays!
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Genuine Q: how is the boys only sign a gay proof for Mike Wheeler and a sign that he isn’t bi? Isn’t he just saying “Boys Only” because they go into a men’s space? Like they weren’t gonna go into a women’s bathroom/locker room? And Lucas goes with them, so if that’s “gay Mike proof,” wouldn’t that make Lucas gay too? Saying “boys only” is not a gay thing either in general, lots of media has moments where straight male characters break off for “bro talk” or “just the guys” and it has nothing to do with their sexuality. Are guys not allowed to socialize with their gender without it being a queercoding clue? (Is it lesbian when girls go into the bathroom together?)
see i was debating the value of presenting my arguments because i truly don't know if you're up for civil discussing or not, but i'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here.
dear anon. your first mistake here is watching and thinking of the show as one dimentional : aka, you think of mike as a person with free will figuring out how to go about trapping a dangerous murderous cunt inside a sauna. in a non meta way, in their world, it is absolutely what's happening, it's just mike stating "i figured something out, will, lucas, follow me." but a tv show is two dimentional : there is a meta layer to the dialogues, to the set design, to the character blocking etc. there are a lot of thoughts put into those decisions, and writers have a lot of fun figuring out how stuff something that on surface level is innocent and devoid of importance with double meaning.
i'll give you one example, when will is encouraging el when she's called to do a presentation for class, you can read the word "HENRY" above his neck. in THEIR world, this is just a random name that happens to have been written on a piece of paper and stuck to the wall after discussing whatever henry dude will and el's curiculum asked the teachers of california to talk about. in OUR world, as people watching a tv show, the set design decision to place it here, the director's decision to have the cameraman do this specific shot and to place noah in this specific way is foreshadowing. it's a hint. it's a meta detail. it SHOULD mean something to you.
another example ! jason telling lucas "you first hangover feels like you're going to split in two" is not about jason knowing he was quite literally going to end up split in two, he is just recounting his experience with his first hangover to lucas. to US, in a meta way, it's significant, because it was foreshadowing, it was a hint, it was MEANINGFUL. it wasn't a random choice of words from the writers that coincidentally ended up lining up with jason's death down the line. it was INTENTIONAL. jason as a person was not saying anything more than just "man hungovers are a real bitch lol", jason as a tv show character was quite literally telling us how he was going to meet his demise.
another one : max in the school's bathroom. there is a graffiti on the wall with "i see you" and a little doodle of two blue eyes. in their world, whoever wrote this was obviously not doing this in vecna's name. it's a random person who randomly decided oto have some fun and graffiti this particular thing. in a meta way, this is referencing vecna. it's not a coincidence. especially considering this is a max scene and her arc is very closely linked to vecna this season.
do you see where i'm going with this ?
mike in hawkins indiana 1985, saying "i have an idea, boys only." is just letting lucas and will know that he figured out how to stop billy and that this plan requires going somewhere max and el can't follow. in their world, that's it ! but in our world, in the double meaning way (which is a very real thing, if you insinuate the stranger things dialogue, or most of cinema dialogues are "not that deep" you are quite literally insulting writers everywhere, like. straight up), in the "this is a character who's words are chosen by someone else with purpose" way, this particular phrasing is meaningful. he didn't say "i have a plan, follow me to the men's locker room guys". the writers chose a specific phrasing. it's even more obvious recontextualized : mike JUST fought with will, who told him his obsession with growing up was ruining them and the party. mike, affected by those words tries to figure out what that whole argument and his own reaction to it means to and for him. he has an idea to figure it out, and it is to let himself wander into "what if... i was..." territory as we do see in the second half of S3. (i would include screencaps but i can't be bothered rn)
mike's reaction at the end of s3 aka the conclusion of his S3 arc (in 3 parts : pushing dnd and queerness away because it's not socially acceptable -> why am i even doing this ? why am i acting like this -> right. i'm actually gay and terrified to be.) goes something like this : a scene flirting with will, followed by a scene of el kissing him and not reciprocating, followed by a scene that is shot in the same way a scene in which a character realizes something shows us the conclusion that mike has come to about himself : yes, he is gay. his own theory about himself actually being into boys was the correct theory.
i think that answers the second part of your ask. someone choosing for mike to lay out his plans with this choice of words at this particular moment in the story is heavy queercoding. had it been dustin (random choice, he wasn't even there), whose narrative is simply not mike's, it would have been meaningless. it wouldn't even have been worded like that.
in the case of mike, because it is mike and because of the nature of his storyline, it isn't.
#ignore the weird grammar and typos i am but a french native lad after all#i hope this is concise enough anon i feel like i kinda went everywhere with this#anon#asks#gay mike wheeler
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chat with you, baby (flirt a little, maybe) — ch 1/2
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Eddie has his players on the edge of their seats, so wound up that half of them scream when the door slams open.
“Hey, shitheads!” Steve “The Hair” Harrington barks, looming in the doorway like a monster from the Abyss. “What the fuck are you doing in here? Get your asses down to the gym right fucking now.”
Eddie gapes. First of all, the audacity— Second, he’s never been much for physical fights, but if this douchebag thinks he can bully any of Eddie’s kids, he’ll have to go through Eddie first.
“Let’s go! Move it!” Harrington snaps, making an impatient gesture down the hall.
Eddie rises from his throne and steps in between him and the kids. “What’s your problem? Here to bully the freaks?”
“I don’t have any issue with you, dude,” he says, surprisingly gentle for someone who was just practically shouting at a bunch of freshmen. “But I really have to grab my kids and haul ass back to the gym, so could you move?”
“What’s up? Is it a Code Red?” Dustin asks, and Eddie has a moment of whiplash before he remembers the kid’s weird, inexplicable hero worship for this washed up asshole.
“Lucas is actually playing in the championship game right now, and you little shits are missing it!”
Dustin visibly wavers, which is truly unacceptable. “So what?” Eddie asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “He chose his side.”
“His side—? What the fuck are you talking about? They’re his friends; they should be there to support him.” He glares at Eddie, hands on his hips, before turning to Dustin. He points emphatically down the hall. “Go!”
Dustin goes, running like a bat out of hell. So much for the future of Hellfire.
Mike, at least, protests, “He should be here playing with us!”
“Mike Wheeler. Nancy is in that room, and I will absolutely tell her that you chose D&D over seeing Lucas play for the first time.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Mike challenges. Half of Eddie wants to cheer—Yes! Stand up to the jock! Show some spine, unlike Henderson (that traitor)—and the other half wants to roll the kid up in bubble wrap because what the fuck is he thinking? Sure, having a spine is great in theory, but Mike is at that weird lanky teen stage where he looks like his body is just a collection of twigs, and Harrington could absolutely snap him in half with almost no effort.
“Try me,” Harrington growls, baring his teeth in a feral grin, bloodlust in his eyes. Huh. That definitely should not be doing something for Eddie right now.
Horrifyingly, Mike stands up. “Sorry, Eddie,” he mutters, slinking out the door like a scolded dog, then taking off towards the gym.
Harrington does a quick visual sweep of the room, freezing when his eyes land on Erica. “He’s your brother,” he groans with exasperation. “Why are you still sitting there?”
“Uh, we’re in the middle of combat? You can’t boss me around like those nerds. Besides, I doubt Lucas will even get his hands on the ball anyway.”
Harrington pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily. “Are you even part of this campaign?”
“No. I subbed in because Lucas couldn’t make it.”
“You realize that’s fucked up right?” Harrington asks, hands on his hips.
Unbelievably, Erica wilts a bit under his disapproving gaze. She opens her mouth to protest—
“If you don’t go to the gym to support your brother right now, I won’t drive you to my house for our next D&D session.”
Woah woah woah. Hold up. Did Steve Harrington just say that he plays D&D?
“I’ll get my mom to drive me.”
“Robin and I will never play with you again.”
She clenches her jaw but stands and points at him dramatically. “You owe me!”
“Yes, yes, I know. Move it!”
“I’m going! Jesus, you’d think we were dealing with the commies again.” And with that, she, too, sprints away.
Then it’s just him and his bandmates in a room with Steve Harrington, who turns to look at him with fire in his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Why didn’t you reschedule for Lucas?” he demands.
Eddie scoffs, though he feels like he’s lost his footing, the ground unstable beneath him. “We’re not going to reschedule for a single basketball game.”
“It’s the championship,” Harrington says, like that matters.
“So? It’s the end of the campaign.”
“That makes this worse. You know that right? You’re just finishing the campaign and don’t even care that Lucas can’t make it?”
And something in his tone actually makes Eddie’s stomach twist with guilt. God, unacceptable. How dare this jock make him feel guilty? He doubles down, lifting his chin imperiously. “He could’ve chosen to skip the game tonight.”
“And you could’ve chosen to wait until after spring break.”
“Jeff is graduating this year,” he says, though it feels far less relevant than when he brought it up in the cafeteria.
Harrington scoffs and throws up his hands. “Unbelievable.” He turns and gets a single stride down the hall before he stops, whirling back into the room abruptly. His hand darts out, and Eddie flinches, expecting a punch, but instead Harrington grabs his wrist and starts dragging him down the hall.
“What? Let go!”
“No,” Harrington snaps, hand like a vice around his wrist. Eddie tries to tug himself free but immediately realizes it’s a lost cause. Stupid strong jock hands. “You’re coming to support Lucas whether you like it or not.”
Eddie throws a wide-eyed, panicked look over his shoulder, but his three remaining players just give helpless little shrugs as he’s dragged towards his inevitable demise, not moving to aid him at all. Cowards. He’ll kill their characters if he ever manages to break free.
Harrington practically sprints, grumbling under his breath the whole time. “I swear, if I miss him making a shot because I had to deal with your screw up and come knock some sense into the kids—”
“That session was important,” Eddie complains.
“Spring break is literally a single week long. I don’t think it’s the end of the world to wait.” He adds something else under his breath. It almost sounds like, “Believe me; I’ve seen the end of the world.”
“It’s also not the end of the world to not watch a basketball game. You didn’t have to drag my players out to see it.”
“They’re my kids,” Harrington counters. Which is both rude and bizarre. Why should he get claim over them when he’s just a dumb jock? He’s not related to them. He doesn’t care about them. Obviously not, or he would’ve let them keep playing rather than force them to go to a basketball game like all the other boring, normal people in town. “And I don’t want them to ruin their friendships with Lucas because of your campaign.”
Eddie wants to protest because this situation is in no way his fault, but Harrington’s barreling on, “Believe me, if I knew where Max was, I’d be dragging her here, too. And honestly, it’s pretty fucking rich that they’d pick your campaign—no offense—over supporting Lucas, when Mike spent all of summer break ignoring Will when he wanted to play. Do you know how many free ice cream cones I had to give that kid? He’s always so sad! And Mike just abandoned him after he was—” Harrington shoots a look at Eddie, seeming to suddenly remember his presence “—after he got lost in the woods. Y’know? And then he moves away, and D&D is immediately cool again, and they all join a new party? I’m gonna get El”—Who the hell is El?—“to kick all their asses the next time they come to visit.”
And that should set off alarm bells in his head, a jock threatening freshmen with violence, but the tone is weird. Irritated, yes, but with an underlying current of fond exasperation, of indulgence. It sounds less like a bully targeting some children and more like a parent saying, “Kids. What can you do, right?”
“And, like, we talked about making time for your friends and being supportive even if you’d rather be doing something else, even if you think it’s more important. The only reason Scoops Troop was even formed—which, don’t get me wrong, I’m very grateful for—was because everyone else ditched Dustin on his first day back from camp, when he was trying to introduce them to his girlfriend.”
Jesus Christ, Harrington talks a lot. The kids probably just completely tuned him out whenever they allegedly had their ‘friendship is important!’ meeting or whatever he’s going on about.
“And Erica— God, that girl is smart. But she apparently just loses her mind when it comes to D&D. I sometimes wake up in a cold sweat thinking about how she tried to bike to Indy to sell that acid to replace her books, you know?”
Eddie is honestly kind of fascinated—not in a positive way; more like how you just can’t help staring at a car crash as you pass it—by how Harrington’s brain works. Is he aware that Eddie has no fucking idea what he’s talking about?
Before he can ask any of the infinite questions that little anecdote raised—(For example: Acid as in LSD or, like, vinegar or some shit you’d use in chemistry class that could melt your skin off or whatever? And no matter what option it was, why was Erica in possession of it in the first place? Who was she planning to sell it to? Why was she biking to Indianapolis? And how did King Steve get involved in any part of it?)—they reach the doors to the gym.
Harrington drags him inside to an empty spot on the bottom row of the bleachers but doesn’t drop Eddie’s wrist, probably—rightly—assuming that he’ll bolt if given half a chance. Luckily, the way they’re sitting hides the fact that they’re a bit too close to holding hands in public for Eddie’s comfort. The kids are sitting in a little huddle across the gym, right next to the marching band, looking miserable and frustrated. One of the band players leans over, whispering to them, and they smile, postures relaxing a bit. They look back at the court and cheer as Lucas gets his hands on the ball for a second.
A blonde woman a couple rows above the kids catches sight of the two of them, waving at Harrington, and he halfheartedly waves back. She frowns and crosses her arms when he doesn’t make any move to join her, but Harrington doesn’t notice, attention already pulled back to the players like a moth to a flame.
“Did you seriously ditch your date to steal half my party?”
“Hmm?” Harrington tears his eyes away from the court to glance at Eddie. “Oh, yeah, I did.”
“...Why?”
Harrington frowns. “I told you. The kids should be here supporting Lucas.”
“But why do you care about their relationship? Why do you care about any of them?”
Harrington presses his lips together, fighting to keep a straight face. “I’m their babysitter,” he says. It’s clearly an inside joke, and Harrington shoots him a wolfish grin. Eddie hates seeing it this close. It sets off butterflies in his stomach, which is both stupid and unacceptable. This is Steve Harrington, the straightest man in Hawkins and an irredeemable asshole. He may be objectively attractive and have great hair, but he should not be making Eddie’s heart flutter, no matter how sharp his smirk is.
Harrington’s attention is—predictably—back on the court, but Eddie can’t help staring at him. He feels like the world has tilted on its axis, maybe flipped upside down completely. Never in a million years would he have imagined himself sitting in the gym during the championship basketball game, all but holding hands with Steve Harrington, who has apparently adopted Eddie’s pack of nerdy freshmen.
Then Harrington’s breath catches, and his fingers tighten on Eddie’s wrist, dragging him in even closer as he starts to stand up. Eddie looks back at the court just in time to see Lucas’s feet leave the floor, the ball flying through the air. The buzzer goes off, and Eddie thinks, Huh, does that still count?
A second later, the ball swooshes through the hoop to a thunderous roar from the crowd, which answers that question. Harrington whoops beside him, almost deafeningly loud, jumping in place (and Eddie really never expected him to be the type to jump for joy). Eddie cheers with him. Fine, he’ll admit it: He’s proud of the twerp, even if he is sore that Lucas would choose basketball over his campaign.
“It’s not you.”
“What?”
“He didn’t choose to play basketball because he dislikes your campaign,” Harrington says, apparently reading his mind. “He was hoping that if he played, he’d get popular enough that people would stop bullying him and his friends.”
Oh. Eddie’s heart clenches. He’d been reading the whole situation wrong. But it makes sense. Eddie never had the option to not be a freak, so he took that label and turned it into armor, made himself untouchable. He plays up the drama, the “demonic possession.” He’s weird and a nerd and a drug dealer, but people don’t pay him much attention beyond that. He’s off-putting intentionally; he scares people away before they can get a good look. So he may be a freak to them, but he’s not queer. (It also probably helps that Eddie refuses to deal to anyone who knocks his lights out, which keeps most of the jocks in line.)
Lucas and Dustin can’t hide like that. Mike could probably fly under the radar, but he seems to be too preoccupied with being surly and unpleasant to bother.
“C’mon,” Harrington says, dragging him forward with a spring in his step and a wide grin. It lights up his whole face, and Eddie thinks that he could spend hours staring at it. Not that he would because Harrington is still a dick. One insightful comment about Lucas doesn’t change that. “Let’s go congratulate him.”
“Not meet up with your date?”
Harrington waves the question aside. “She genuinely thought Tammy Thompson’s singing was good.”
Eddie snorts. “Yeah, for a muppet.”
“That’s what I said!” Harrington laughs. “We all know Tammy Thompson’s a total dud.” The last part is said slightly louder. Not loud enough to draw the attention of the crowd, but loud enough for the band player who had talked to the kids earlier to catch.
“Steve!” she scolds, reaching over to smack his shoulder, though she snickers as she does it.
“What! You agreed with me, Robin!” He shoves her back playfully. “And it was under the influence of whatever shit was in those syringes, so I know you weren’t lying.”
Eddie carefully files that grain of information into the folder he’s just created, dedicated to figuring out what the fuck is going on with Harrington and why he seems so different from just a couple years ago.
Robin notices the way Harrington is still holding Eddie’s wrist, and her eyebrows climb. Eddie braces himself, but she just leans forward with a sly little smirk. “Damn, Steve. I was gonna tell you that your date left and add another tally to the ‘You Suck’ column, but it looks like you found yourself a new one. Finally a mark for ‘You Rule.’” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
Ok, and here come the slurs—
Harrington rolls his eyes. “No, he’s just here as a punishment for not rescheduling the end of their D&D campaign so that Lucas could make it. I was worried he would bolt if I let him go.”
Is Eddie losing his mind, or did King Steve just ignore the implication that he was on a date with a dude? And he’s still holding Eddie’s wrist. Maybe he just missed the hint. That’s possible, right? He is a dumb jock, after all. (Or maybe he’s far, far cooler than Eddie expected. No, there’s no way.)
Robin frowns at Eddie. “You wouldn’t reschedule?”
“Hey”—Eddie lifts his free hand in surrender—“I’ve already been put in my place by Harrington here, so you don’t have to bother.”
“Ok,” she says slowly. “But just know that if you upset any of the kids, Steve and I will feed you to a demogorgon. Or the mind flayer.”
“Robin!” Harrington hisses, elbowing her in the side, then throws a pointed look towards Eddie. Which is a weird reaction to an even weirder threat. Is he supposed to be scared of a couple of D&D monsters? They do know he literally DMs the game, right?
She rolls her eyes, complaining, “God, you’re so dramatic. Wait here. I’ve gotta go change out of this atrocious polyester prison before I die.” She looks back at Eddie and makes an I’m watching you gesture, then drags her finger across her throat. “Demogorgon and/or mind flayer. Don’t test me.”
Harrington looks frantically around the room, oddly desperate for a topic change. His eyes land on Lucas, Dustin, Mike, and Erica, talking a few feet away, and he lifts an arm to wave them over. “Lucas!”
Lucas bounces over, accepting Robin’s high five as they pass each other, and Harrington drags him into a one armed hug.
“That was a fantastic shot! Whoever taught you must’ve really known their stuff, huh?”
Lucas rolls his eyes with a grin before noticing Eddie. He blinks, like his presence might just be a hallucination. Eddie’s right there with him; this whole night feels like a hallucination. “You came to my game?” he asks, utterly baffled.
“Didn’t really have much of a choice,” he drawls, waving towards the arm still being held hostage. He’s fairly certain he won’t be getting it back ever again. Maybe he could convince Harrington to switch to handcuffs, which at least wouldn’t be actively trying to crush all the bones in his wrist— Oh. He clears his throat as his wrist is slowly shattered. “But, uh, yeah. You did good, man. Great shot.”
Lucas lights up, and the crushing pressure around his wrist eases. “Thanks. That— means a lot.” He glances away for a moment, towards Mike, who gestures emphatically as he says something to a frowning Dustin and Erica. “So, uh. Did they win the battle?”
“Nah, man. Half my players were dragged out before we could even really get into it. Guess we’ll just have to finish the campaign after spring break.”
Lucas beams. Ugh. What is it with sports boys making him feel guilty tonight? Lucas looks so thrilled that he’ll get to play in their final session, and Eddie feels like a complete monster. He kinda wants to run into the woods and never return. He’ll hide out in Reefer Rick’s boat house or under Skull Rock or something, anywhere to get him away from the clear delight on Lucas’s face.
God, if Harrington doesn’t let him go soon, he’s gonna gnaw off his own arm like a coyote in a trap to escape this whole mess.
A moment later, Lucas is dragged away by the other basketball players—yuck, but also thank god because Eddie really didn’t want to have to try to talk about sports; he’s content to be supportive from afar, like a divorced parent who only gets custody once a month. (Before he’s whisked off by the jocks, Harrington murmurs a reminder that Lucas shouldn’t let the other guys pressure him into anything, and if he ever feels unsafe, he can call Harrington for a ride; seriously, dude, I mean it; call me.) There’s clearly a weight off Lucas’s shoulders as he trots away.
Harrington’s thumb sweeps back and forth across Eddie’s pulse, and when Eddie musters the strength to look up at him, Harrington is staring back with such a warm and fond expression that it steals his breath. What is happening here? It can’t be what he’s thinking. Can it? No, definitely not. Unless…?
“Hey, Steve,” Robin cuts in, walking back over sans uniform, an unimpressed look on her face. “Can you stop making googly eyes at Mr. Hellfire here for long enough to drive me home?”
Harrington glances over at her, and Eddie can breathe again—even as he tenses at the phrase googly eyes, though Harrington just ignores it again and starts leading Eddie towards the doors. “Yeah, of course. Can you ask if any of the kids need rides? We’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
Huh. Maybe Harrington really is a babysitter. Certainly not the profession he would’ve expected from the resident pretty boy, asshole jock, but why else would he be offering to drive around a bunch of freshmen like it was a regular thing?
“—Eddie?”
“Huh?”
“I was asking if you need a ride.”
“Oh,” Eddie says, a bit dumbly. He blinks twice and manages to drag his eyes away from Harrington, looking across the parking lot. “No, I’m good. I have my— Fuck!”
Harrington startles a little, pulling him in closer, which is surprisingly nice and protective and— Eddie mentally slaps himself. He is not going to stand here swooning over Steve Harrington. No way. Not even a little bit.
“What’s up?” Harrington asks, tense as a bowstring.
Eddie gestures towards his van with a scowl. “Some fucker slashed my tire.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Harrington breathes, relieved, which is fucking rude. Then he seems to realize what he said and winces. “I mean, that sucks. Obviously. Do you have a spare?”
Eddie puffs up his cheeks in that way that makes Wayne compare him to an angry chipmunk. “Nope. It’s whatever. I don’t live too far from here. I can walk.”
Harrington frowns. “It’s dark out.”
“So?” He raises a brow. “I know my way around; I won’t get lost.”
Harrington shakes his head and declares, “No, it’s not safe. I’ll drive you.”
Eddie is about to argue, but he pauses. Harrington didn’t say that it might be unsafe. He said it with absolute certainty. Like he knows about some monster lurking in their town. Which is absurd, obviously. Sure, the past few years have been weird, with people going missing and then turning up dead, but that doesn’t mean there’s any danger now. Those were chemical leaks and a mall fire and one kid who got lost in the woods. (Which, by the way, did anyone ever figure out the identity of whoever they actually fished out of the quarry after the Byers kid turned back up?) There’s nothing that would put him at risk.
But Harrington’s hand has tightened on his wrist again, like he thinks Eddie might break free and run off into the woods never to be seen again. So, “Fine,” he says. “But don’t expect me to pay for gas.”
Harrington lets out an aggrieved sigh. “No one ever does.” He sounds so much like an exhausted dad that Eddie can’t stop the giggle that bubbles out of him. Harrington looks delighted at the sound. Then he glances back at Eddie’s van and tilts his head. “Hey, uh, is that Chrissy Cunningham standing by your van?”
“Damn,” Robin says, reappearing on Harrington’s other side and scaring Eddie half to death. “I didn’t think Queen Chrissy was the type to slash tires.”
Harrington tilts his head and makes a considering noise. “I don’t know. I feel like she has it in her.”
Robin glances at him and snorts. “Yeah, I guess rich kids are the ones who go the most feral when given half a chance.” She mimes swinging a bat, and Harrington elbows her.
“Shut up. You’ve never even seen me use her.”
“No, but I’ve gotten the play by play at least a dozen times by now.” She puffs out her chest, deepening her voice for dramatic effect. Eddie briefly wonders if she’s ever thought about playing D&D. “A fog sweeps into the junkyard, obscuring your view. You can hear Dart prowling and finally catch sight of him, but he’s not taking the bait. So you bravely heft Mrs. Harrington—”
“Ew, that is not her name.”
“—so you bravely heft your bat—which is named something you’re too embarrassed to tell me—and step out of the fortified bus to be the bait.‘Human tastes better than cat, I promise.’ But then! The horror! Dart isn’t alone; he’s brought friends, a whole pack of de— dogs, lying in wait. They attack! You dodge out of the way, roll over the hood of a car, and hit one as you come back to your feet.” She mimes another swing, and Harrington rolls his eyes with a sigh.
“You barely make it back into the bus alive. The dogs batter the outside of the bus, trying to break in to devour you all. As you brace the door, trying to keep them out, one jumps onto the roof. It looms in the open hatch right above Max and opens its terrible, disgusting mouth. You shove her aside, putting yourself in harm’s way again to save her life. Luckily, the dogs run away seconds before your untimely death. Thus making a trio of twelve year olds fall madly in love with you.” She sweeps into a dramatic bow, and Eddie would clap if he wasn’t still being restrained.
Harrington scowls. “One, you have to know the kids are exaggerating. And two, I’m positive none of them said anything about being in love with me.”
“One: Yeah, ok, maybe they’re exaggerating that one, but I distinctly recall a man trying to pull a gun on us and you deciding to scream, run directly at him, and then tackle and wrestle him until you managed to knock him unconscious. And if that’s not rich kids gone wild, I don’t know what is.” She shoots him an extremely judgmental look. “And two: They didn’t have to. I can see it all over their faces whenever they retell the story. Or, Max and Lucas, at the very least. Jury’s still out on Dustin.”
“Gross, Rob. Those are my kids. Were you drugged again?” Harrington looks her up and down, and Eddie glances between them, trying to find any hint that they’re joking because, uh, hello? Drugged? Again? “Why are you being like this?”
“No, dingus. I’m just riding the high of our victory. Go, Tigers!” she cheers. Harrington raises an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes. “Ok, fine. A certain somebody laughed at my joke, and I’ve decided to focus on the elation I feel tonight and save the soul crushing terror and probable panic attack about the other thing I said for our shift tomorrow.”
Harrington looks at her for a moment longer, then nods. “Alright, fair.”
“Drugged?” Eddie asks.
“Russians,” Robin answers, as Harrington jabs an elbow into her side and says, “Long story. You don’t want to know.”
Uh, Eddie absolutely wants to know. He’s never wanted to know anything more in his life. God, it’s like Harrington doesn’t understand him at all. Unfortunately, Harrington’s face makes it abundantly clear that he won’t be elaborating any time soon. Maybe Dustin knows what the hell they’re talking about.
“Right,” Eddie says, drawing the word out as he glances between the pair.
“So, are we gonna do something about the queen of Hawkins High slashing your tires?” Robin asks. Then, to Steve, “Oh, also the kiddos are good. They all have rides.”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure she wasn’t the one who did it,” Eddie says. Harrington and Robin both turn to look at him in eerie unison. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he continues, weakly, “I was supposed to drive her back to my place after the game.”
Robin raises an eyebrow. She lets go of Harrington and swings around to hang off of Eddie instead, giving the bandana in his pocket a pointed tug. “I didn’t really think she was your type,” Robin murmurs, thankfully quiet enough that only Eddie can hear. “Honestly, I was pretty certain that she’s much closer to my type than yours.”
Eddie’s jaw drops because who just says that? Eddie is the capital “f” Freak of the school, and even he wouldn’t just casually come out to someone he’d only just met. Sure, he’s flagging, so she probably had a pretty good idea that he was safe, but what if the bandana had just been a coincidence? What if she’d been wrong? Before he can figure out how the fuck to respond, Harrington comes to his rescue. Ugh, rescued by Harrington. This is the one and only time he’ll ever be grateful to have the dude around.
Harrington shoots, like, a weirdly sympathetic look at Robin, then tilts his head like a puppy and asks, “I thought she had a boyfriend?”
Eddie absolutely will not read into the slight frown that crawls onto Harrington’s face when his eyes dart from Robin to Eddie. It means utterly nothing.
Then he realizes what Harrington is actually asking and nearly chokes. Does Harrington seriously think that Chrissy would cheat on Jason with Eddie, of all people? “For drugs. We’re doing a deal. She wanted something stronger than weed, which I don’t carry around.”
Harrington’s brow smooths, and he nods like everything is suddenly right with the world. And then the frown comes back as he looks back at Chrissy. His hand tightens on Eddie’s wrist again, apparently subconsciously.
“What is it now?” Eddie asks, rolling his eyes. “You got a problem with the idea of me dealing to a cheerleader, King Steve?”
“No, I don’t care about that. Just— Is she ok?”
Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know, honestly. She acted like a spooked horse when we met up in the woods, and then she asked for something stronger. But we don’t exactly know each other well. She could’ve just been nervous buying drugs for the first time.”
Harrington’s still frowning, tapping an absent minded rhythm against Eddie’s forearm. “Well, I can drive her to yours, too. I don’t want her walking around this late either. Or going to the basketball players’ party if she’s not feeling alright.”
Steve Harrington, knight in shining armor, apparently, protecting kids from—feral? rabid?—dogs (maybe?) and driving people home so they don’t have to walk around the spooky woods of Hawkins. Eddie could swoon. Except he wouldn’t. Because this is still Steve Harrington. Straight asshole jock. He’s not swoon worthy in the slightest. He’s not.
Eddie takes a step in Chrissy’s direction. He’s brought up short by the hand still holding his wrist. “Are you going to release me so I can get her?” Eddie asks flatly. Harrington squints at him for a moment, studying his face, and Eddie rolls his eyes. “I promise I won’t go running off into the woods.”
“Friends don’t lie,” Robin interjects extremely unhelpfully.
Eddie sighs. “Jesus Christ. I’m not lying. I am going to walk over there, tell Chrissy the plan, and walk back here. It’s like thirty feet. I’m not going to run, and nothing’s gonna eat me, or whatever you’re worried about.”
“Knock on wood,” Harrington mutters.
Eddie is losing his mind. Maybe he’s the one who needs the Special K. He tries to wrench his arm out of Harrington’s grasp again, giving him his best puppy dog eyes when it doesn’t work.
“Fine, fine. I’ll let you go.” He points at Eddie’s face. Eddie experiences a moment of derangement where he thinks about biting his finger. That would definitely go well for him. “No running.”
Harrington finally drops his hand, and Eddie’s wrist immediately feels cold and bereft. Jesus Christ, he’s gotta get a grip on himself. This is getting ridiculous.
Eddie briefly considers scampering off into the woods just to fuck with them, then realizes it’s probably a terrible idea. If Harrington had no qualms grappling a man with a loaded weapon, he certainly won’t hesitate to tackle Eddie onto the asphalt, likely breaking all of his bones in the process.
He glances around as he walks towards his van, double checking that there aren’t any basketball players loitering about, then raises his hand and calls, “Hey, Chrissy.”
She startles a little but quickly spots him. She meets him halfway, hands twisted together in front of her. “Your van—?” she starts, worried.
Eddie sighs. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with it in the morning. Harrington offered to drive us back to my place, if you don’t mind.” Her eyes slide to something over his shoulder, which is the only reason he doesn’t have a heart attack and literally die when he turns and finds Harrington and Robin standing right behind him. Apparently they can move like goddamn ghosts when they want to.
Harrington has his arm slung over Robin’s shoulders, and when she realizes Chrissy is looking, she shoves him away so hard he nearly falls on his ass. “Hi! Chrissy, right?” she asks, surprisingly sweet and innocent for someone who just assaulted her friend (boyfriend? beard? He’s genuinely got no idea what’s happening in that relationship).
Chrissy nods.
“I’m Robin, and you probably know Steve.” She lowers her voice a bit and adds, “Don’t worry. He’s not as much of a douchebag as he used to be.”
“Thanks for the glowing recommendation, Rob,” Harrington sighs.
Chrissy glances at Eddie, hesitant, and he shoots her a smile. “It’s cool. They’re not gonna rat you out or anything. Harrington used to buy from me when he was still king of the school.”
“And Steve and I became best friends when we were insanely high. Like, I genuinely have no idea what we were on, but it was a trip. We watched part of that movie—”
“—the confusing one where Alex P. Keaton’s mom wants to bang him—”
“—and then we both went and puked—”
“—and shared some deep, dark secrets—”
“—and now we’re bonded for life!” She pats his cheek, then pinches it. “He can never get rid of me.”
“God knows I’ve tried,” Harrington says, deadpan.
Chrissy muffles a giggle with her hand, and Robin looks like she might pass out at the sound. “I didn’t realize the three of you were friends.”
“We’re not,” Eddie says. Harrington shoots him a wounded look, like crashing Eddie’s D&D campaign and dragging him to a basketball game he didn’t want to go to should’ve been enough to earn him friend status.
“We share custody over the same group of nerds,” Harrington explains as he leads them back over to his car. “I get them on weekends and most afternoons, and Eddie has them during weekdays and Hellfire nights.”
Chrissy nods like this makes total sense, while Eddie just stares frozen and befuddled. Here he is, feeling maybe a little bit jealous (ugh) of the relationship Harrington seems to have with the kids, and Harrington is just easily talking about it like they’re coparenting the twerps. Has he somehow stepped into an alternate dimension? How is this happening?
“And Steve and I met working at Scoops Ahoy in the mall last year,” Robin adds.
“May those stupid little hats burn in hell,” Harrington says solemnly.
Robin ignores him and continues, “And now we work together at Family Video.”
Chrissy nods, shooting Robin a sweet little smile as she asks, “You’re in marching band, right? I’m pretty sure I saw you playing, at least.”
Robin looks like she might actually die. Harrington steps on her foot. “Yes!” She nods like a bobble head. “Sure am. I play the mellophone.” She then mimes playing a trumpet, and Eddie just barely manages not to wince.
Harrington’s fingers twitch, like he wants to smack her hands out of the air. Instead, he just takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a long, long moment, clearly fighting back a sigh. After composing himself, he glances at Robin and asks, voice playful, “So, Robin, you want shotgun?”
Robin looks at him with fire in her eyes. “Eddie already called it, remember?” she says, voice sugar sweet and utterly deadly.
Harrington smirks. “Of course. How could I forget?” Then he pulls her close to whisper something in her ear and gives her the most “Go get ‘em, champ!” pat on the back Eddie has ever seen.
Holy shit, he realizes, the stars aligning and a lightbulb going off in his head. Harrington knows that Robin’s queer. And he’s being her wingman. (At least, he’s like 90% sure that’s what’s happening right now.)
He’s not sure how he managed to get into the car since his whole brain was focused on that earth shattering epiphany, but when he blinks back onto the Prime Material Plane, Harrington is staring at him expectantly, hand hovering over the gearshift.
“Can I help you?” he asks, a bit defensively.
“Yes, you can, actually,” Harrington says sweetly. Then he orders, “Seatbelt.”
He points towards it, like Eddie might not understand what he’s talking about. What, does Harrington think he’s some sort of caveman who’s never heard of seatbelts? Just for that offense, he’s not going to use it.
(And the thing is, he was going to put his seatbelt on. The moment he’d gotten his license, Wayne had taken him by the shoulders, stared into his eyes, and said, “I know I can’t stop you from driving like a damn maniac, but do me a favor and wear your seatbelt, yeah? I don’t want to get a call about them having to scrape you off the road because you flew through the windshield like a dumbass,” which was fair, honestly, and Eddie hadn’t hesitated to agree; Wayne didn’t need that kind of stress in his life. But now that Harrington’s ordering him to—)
Harrington must see something in the mulish set of his jaw, because his eyes narrow. “I’ll sit here all night if I have to.”
“It’s really not worth fighting him on this,” Robin says from the back, exhausted (and safely buckled in).
Eddie sighs and gives in. It’s not admitting defeat—because he would never let a jock win—it just happens to be in his best interest. He doesn’t want to drag out this interaction any longer than necessary, after all. Or die in a car crash.
Harrington shoots him a blinding—and infuriatingly triumphant—smile after the seatbelt clicks.
“So do I get a gold star, or what?” Eddie snarks.
Harrington laughs. “I don’t have my stickers on me, but I’ll have Henderson drop one off for you at your next game.”
Eddie genuinely cannot tell if Harrington is fucking with him right now.
Then Harrington puts a hand on the back of his seat, twisting around as he pulls out of the parking space, and the terrible part of Eddie that’s completely ruled by teenage hormones thinks, Oh god. Hot.
He takes a shaky breath and is hit with a wave of Harrington’s cologne. It’s probably something he put on special for his date. (His date that he ditched so he could spend more time talking to Eddie—) Harrington seems like the type of rich dude who’d have a different cologne for every occasion. Whatever it is, it smells incredible. It’s probably worth more than the entire trailer park, which Eddie should find offensive just on sheer principle, but honestly, all he can really think about is how much he wants to bite at Harrington’s forearm.
“You need directions?” Eddie asks as he battles off the horny demon in his brain.
“No, I’m good. I know where you live.”
Before Eddie can ask why Harrington knows where he lives—is he being stalked or something?—Robin launches into a summary of her day. It’s so routine, so familiar, the teasing little back and forth that she and Harrington settle into as she fills him in on the new gossip, that Eddie almost feels like an intruder. Or, he feels like he should feel that way. Instead, it’s weirdly comfortable to just listen as Harrington and Robin banter, and they never seem thrown off when he interjects.
Harrington has just finished whining about how much it’s gonna cost to take all the kids out for ice cream to celebrate Lucas’s game-winning shot, like he’s not absolutely loaded, when Robin says, “I still can’t believe they brought Tammy Thompson all the way back from Nashville to sing at the championship.”
“I know!” Chrissy hesitates for a second, then adds, “This is going to sound mean…”
Robin waves away the concern. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m sure everyone in the car has said worse.”
“Yeah, Rob’s a real asshole.”
“Case in point,” Robin says, through gritted teeth. “Ignore him. You were saying?”
“I kinda thought she sounded like a muppet,” Chrissy admits, voice a bit timid.
Robin lets out the loudest, most braying laugh Eddie’s ever heard, clapping her hands together like a sea lion. “Literally all of us have said that at some point!”
Chrissy’s nervous expression shifts into a grin, and she leans closer. “Really? God, I thought I was the only one.”
“No, no, she definitely sounds like a muppet. That time when Steve and I were high out of our minds, he did this impression of her, and I swear I nearly peed, I was laughing so hard.”
Harrington makes a thoughtful noise. Then, quietly enough not to disturb the girls giggling in the back, he asks, “Do you think Tammy Thompson’s singing is some sort of litmus test?”
Eddie stares blankly at the side of his head. “For?”
“Finding friends of Dorothy.”
Eddie feels a bit like someone just set off a firework inside his head. His thoughts are traveling faster than light. Or possibly swimming through molasses. He’s not really certain. There’s just a jumbled mess of half formed conclusions that he agonizingly starts to sort through.
One: Steve Harrington knows what Friends of Dorothy means, which confirms Eddie’s suspicion that he knows that Robin is queer. Two: Harrington thinks that Chrissy is queer. Three: Harrington thinks that Eddie is queer. Four: Harrington seems to have no problem being in a car with three maybe-possibly-probably queer people—actually, he seems to be enjoying the experience. Five: He’s absolutely trying to set up the two girls in the back seat. Six: Harrington was the first one to mention that Tammy Thompson sounds like a muppet—
Hold up. Did King Steve just casually come out to him?
He turns, openly gaping. “I— You—?”
And then Harrington has the audacity to fucking wink at him. Holy shit. Harrington did just casually come out to Eddie “The Freak” Munson after trying to set up his lesbian best friend and Queen Chrissy Cunningham.
This is the single strangest fucking thing that’s ever happened in this town, no doubt about it.
(tumblr post for ch 2, or read it on ao3)
#steddie fic#steddie#steddie fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#st fic#my fic#my writing#my post#series: your feelings are driving you wild#finally getting around to crossposting things lol#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#buckingham#buckingham fic
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md's fun silly little top 10(ish) arts of the 2023!*
*pretend there's a fun cute doodled banner here (i was going to make one earlier and then i forgor)
doing a lil recap of my top 10 15 (it was supposed to be 10 and i could not narrow it down oops) best(? this is subjective as fuck i guess it's more like my personal faves) drawings of the year! *the crowd cheers* (it’s me I’m the crowd)
15: paradise by the dashboard light! i hate to rank her so low bc i spent ages on her but it seems i don't love the result that much anymore so :/ a for effort for me tho this was ambitious
14: cheer girl loml <33 not my best art technically by far but i went way out of my comfort zone for the background and the art style (for no good reason really) (i just wanted to do a comic book thing bc superhero vibes or whatever) (it did not come out the way i was hoping it would bc i think i got too frustrated) and we simply must acknowledge that. atog did things to me that i cannot explain
13: barbie meme brittana! not my best britt but truly sooo fun to work on. there's nothing quite like finding a fun rendering process and then never using it again (i don't even remember how i coloured this but i like it)
12: cowboy barbie brittana <3 they look good, they're about to kiss, cute outfits, pretty sunset, probably went overboard with the rim lighting, what's not to love? a banger, i think
11: i say a little prayer! i think the background is. questionable at best. but this is still really fun! i think i got possessed when i got to the uniforms bc goddamn they look good
10: klaine?? on this blog???? almost unheard of lmao i truly did not think i would like this one as much as i did. i'd consider ranking it higher if i wasn't constantly Unwell over brittana but again, i'm biased, and no one here should be surprised about that
9: pre-wedding kiss my beloved! with how insane i've been over this kiss it could perhaps be higher. i am gnawing on my desk as we speak i'm not even sitting at a desk rn
8: rutherchang x black swan!! ohhh u guys i don't talk about this one enough i think it's so pretty i don't even remember how i did the colours for it but rhgfdkngd?? love her, love pushing the glee x bts agenda, if any of u gifmakers are interested in making a mike chang x black swan lyric gifset i will love u forever
7: colour wheel challenge! busted my whole tiddies and ass for this one fellas. labour of love etc etc i think staring at the bright colours for so long made my eyesight worse and i'm ok with that
6: mistletoe brittana <33 easily the best instalment of this series by a long shot! recency bias (and also just. regular bias) made me rank her much higher originally but technically she is not the most intricate piece so she must sit down here
5: prom queen kurt! dare i say a girlslay on my behalf? i think i dare. every time i see it i think i should do more glosters (glee posters) and then i don't. i could tho they would be really cool (source: dude trust me)
4: churro kiss redraw!!! genuinely Not Sane over this! never have been, never will be! redraws are like crack to me and so is this kiss
3: furtana!! i neglected them for far too long this year but if neglecting them results in art like this i may have to do it again
2: heart kiss <3 if we're being really honest and vulnerable in the chat tonight i think this is technically my best of the brittana kiss screencap redraw things i've done this year? which i did not see coming but i guess practice means refining the process etc etc so. it makes sense ig. mwah to them <3
1: black or white gcv animation <3 it's not what i would call my best drawing (bc it's, yknow, not just one drawing) but it is what i would call the product of a very obsessive thought and some frantic art sessions. objectively it's the coolest thing i've done this year so it deserves the top spot. i'm proud of it i hope to glanimate more next year. also this isn't art but it's a relevant post that i still stand by months later
#md rambles#idk what this is kdfghk i'm so sorry it's 5am and i've spent the past hour ranking these and just saying shit#if i were more awake i would be more specific about actual art things i'm proud of. but i am not. so#sth sth made a lot of bangers this year i think sth sth vv proud of myself sth sth fun list bc i feel like it
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what's your favourite silly moment for each of the skills?
for volition its def in the 'you're compromised' scene where he 'doesn't add flair' but also has/uses the most nicknames for the other skills
reaction speed has this little comment in the same scene where if your logic is low enough they go 'oh? was someone supposed to say something? well it's just me, swooshing around in here! swoosh :D'
encyclopedia takes the fucking cake with the trivia quiz tho. love his dumbass so much
oh man tall task for me to try and compile EVERY skills personal fave moment but i love them so much i am willing to try. under the cut
logic: god this dude is literally so dry he was the hardest to find good quotes for. i still love him though. the boring stiff. " If you drink this, then you will die. That's a fact. And that's why we're going to save you from yourself and store this as a SELLABLE item. Go sell it at the pawnshop for a profit." after you buy the pure alcohol is pretty funny.
encyclopedia: the innocence quiz. the entire thing. also contact mike.
rhetoric: what could possibly top "say one of these fascist or communist things or fuck off"
drama: lie, sire! for no reason! also any time he really leans into the old-timey speak its so good to me. AND during the payphone prank calls he can suggest that you stir up shit for no reason. love him
conceptualization: lots of truly beautiful lines from our fella concept here but i do also love. when they get silly with it. " It can still be an otherwordly sex-mystery *in your head*. With a dark twist, even." and "Imbecilic. Yes, should the future ever come, it will look deeply imbecilic. Like this guy." and "O WALLFATHER!"
visual calculus: "I'm just a representation of your mental faculties... piecing together any available information." love when they just outright say it lmao. also "Consuming food is mechanical process for him. He doesn't enjoy it, just goes through the motions and moves on." kind of a sad detail about rene that i didnt know about thank you VC
volition: "I don't do flair."
inland empire: "No-no, don't sing the happy song, it's stupid. Sing the sad song, it's profound."
empathy: paging doctor love... " Life doesn't have a *BACK* button. Now get off your ass and speak the truth about Sylvie the Whore." "He's enjoying your little failure. He finds it amusing, he's revelling in the sweaty rage on your face."
EDC: the time he brings up literally right after kim says "officers dont fucking dump old police shit in the river" officers dumping police shit in the river
authority: "The lieutenant is a narcomaniac!" also "Mewling wimp! Pathetic..." and "Show him the ham still got it!"
suggestion: at one point he gets exasperated of harry trying the expression over and over. also "Logic and reason won't work on this old bat. Better go for shameless emotional manipulation. What's a grandmother's deepest vulnerability?"
endurance: a wink shaped growl sounds from your ass. what the fuck is going on in your large intestine harry. ALSO HOLY SHIT I DIDNT KNOW THE TUTORIAL AGENT HAS A UNIQUE LINE IN THE FASCISM THOUGHT CONVERSATION?? forget about föminism im losing my mind.
pain threshold: "Sounds like you were in some real *fundamental* pain there, muscle-man." MUSCLE-MAN!!!! on a sadder note: "Her beauty was like the glowing coil on a hot stove, and yet you felt *blessed* to touch it..." GIRL....... dont do this to me.....
physical instrument: eyes on the ball, dinky winky! also if your logic isnt high enough then HE will be the one to say "Son, you will NOT kill yourself with this. Not today. So we're going to store this as a SELLABLE item. Go sell it at the pawnshop for a profit." about the pure alcohol
electro-chemistry: HE CALLS PI A "sinewy idiot" ohhh my god. delightful. also every time he goes "yum" like when thinking about cigarettes
shivers: MR EVRART IS HELPING HIM FIND HIS GUN. Also the classic "got a brother in the cut, where the wood at?"
half light: oh my god she has so many killer lines. "They ain't got the cojones." she also has lots of nicknames for people. "cum-stain", "fucking ballerina", "they're all dorks." also "Utter the POWER WORDS!" and "Even when you're trying to scare someone, the most important thing is: how does it look on your resume?" AND "*YAWWWWN!* Can you imagine anything duller than a bunch of binoclards yanking each others' knobs?" half light i love you
hand/eye: "My favourite [thing] is the gun." LMAO
perception: she gets upset at one point when rhetoric claims you can smell communism and shes like. um. no. thats not possible. you cant smell communism. i cant find it but it actually happens a few times i think
reaction speed: I NEVER HEARD THE SWOOSH ONE. oh my god that fucking rules. swoosh. my next favorite is when youre talking to sylvie and she turn you down really fast reaction speed is like wow shes fast, what else is she good at? Baseball? Ring-a-bell Quiz Shows? Catching keys in the air? Petting an angry cat? okay queen
savoir faire: slaps one of this dude's arms. this guy can fit sooooo much hustle grindset in him. "You can't hang 'vapour-porn' in the foyer of your chalet." AND HE KEEPS CALLING HIMSELF SAVVY!!!!!!!!! "Hey, money-mouth. Eendracht. The impeccable hustler-provider of the seventh generation. It's showtime with Savvy!" "But Savvy's got your back. Savvy's going to book you a charter flight with eighty birds of prey on board, to a land where the streets are paved with krugerrands and fixed-income securities."
interfacing: i do love his "Told you that you *needed* those chaincutters. Everything is connected. Everything has a purpose." thats less silly and more hopeful in a way i really really like. he's got many delightful lines, and i think is the one that is most clued into the video game-y aspects (dialogue trees, etc) probably the saddest instance of this we see is with the dolores dei dream. "Don't let her. Don't let her go there. You should re-do the topics. Go over *everything*, the things you didn't say before too. Make it go on and on..." wailing. screaming and crying. on a brighter note! when you lose your pen he goes "Nooooo! That was my favourite thing, of all the things you have."
composure: calling reaction speed a "shifty asshole" is pretty fucking funny ngl.
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THE FUCKING FNAF MOVIE !!!!!
ALRIGHT SO HUGE MASSIVE FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS, I JUST WANNA RANT ABT THE MOVIE BECAUSE I LITERALLY JUST GOT HOME FROM WATCHING IT, ALR YOUVE BEEN WARNED, ENJOY <3
general funny theatre moments:
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD /POS
alright so first thing i wanna say is that there were several moments where the theatre LOST THEIR SHIT
the first moment was when matpat. basically you here his voice before you see him, and the SECOND his face was showed everyone was just yelling "OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD" and then he said the "its just a theory" line is everyone lost it again JHKFSD
and then the second moment was when they played the FUCKING LIVING TOMBSTONE FNAF SONG. LIKE THE SONG
THE WHOLE THEATRE LITERALLY CHEERED AND CLAPPED AND FUCKING LOST IT THAT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD
LITERALLY I HEARD AND FUCKING INTRO FREDDY LAUGH AND ME AND MY BROTHER WENT APESHIT
also during the scene where the babysitter gets bit
when she was investigating freddys teeth
my brother joking leaned over and was like "was that the bite of 87 :OOOOOO"
AND THEN HER ASS GOT CHOMPED
AND WE BOTH JUST STARTED LAUGHING OUR ASSES OFF CAUSE HE WAS LIKE "OH SHIT I WAS JOKING JKFHSDJKH"
Positives !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OKAY MY LIKE MY FAVORITE THING EVER
WAS THE FACT THAT THEY LEANED INTO THE CHILDISH GHOST ASPECT
like this is the first time in canon material we really see them delving more into the fact that they really are just lost and scared Dead Children
like the fact that they showed how they truly were just robo children, like building a huge blanket fort, tickling abby, the fact that they brought up how the ghosts understand pictures more, like the end scene where mike is like "show them what really happened" and abby draws a little crayon scene of afton killing the kids
like in alot of fanon stuff people love going into that
but this is the first time in canon shit that we see them just. being kids
and i thought that was genuinely so fucking cool
like the blanket fort scene was honestly adorable, if a little out of place
THE FUCKING ANIMATRONICS WERE GORGEOUS
LIKE HOLY FUCKING THEY WERE AMAZING
THEY WERE SO FUCKING SMOOTH
WE GET SO MANY CLOSEUPS ON THEM YET THEY LOOK NOTHING BUT PERFECT
THEIR MOVEMENTS WERE VERY SMOOTH AND FLOWY
AND THEY JUST LOOKED FUCKING MAGNIFICIENT
LITERALLY ANYTIME THEY WERE IN DEPTH ON SCREEN I WAS JUST BOGGLED BY HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY WERE
ALSO EVERYONES ACTING WAS SO GREAT !!!!!!!!!!!!
ik some people were a little on edge with fucking PEETA MELLARK being mike
but MAN did he pop his pussy during this movie omfg
AND THE KIDS WERE ALL AMAZING AS WELL
abby and the freddy ghost kid were WONDERFUL
plus matthew lillard obviously played insane Very Well
I HONESTLY LOVED THE REOCCURING BB TOY BIT FHJKSDJHK
where like it kept showing up in places and then mike would just like turn it around and put it in timeout
AND THEN THE END CREDIT SCENE WHERE IT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF CORY KENSHINS CHARACTER SDFJKHJHKFLS
THE SCENE WHEN THE ASSHOLES BREAK IN WAS D O P E DUDE
LIKE THE DUDE GETTIN KILLED BY CUPCAKE IN THE FRIDGE
AND THEN THE OTHER DUDE RUNNING AND DYING BY BONNIE IN THE CLOSET
AND ALSO JFHSDKHJKFSD
the part where the main guy watches them on the cams and sees bonnie and chica just chillin by the vent
and then chica just leeaaaannsssssss down and puts cupcake in the vent
and then just both just >:( at the camera
AND THE RED EYES !!!!!!!!!!!
IDK IF THEY JUST. FIXED THEM AFTER THE TRAILER, OR IF SMTH ABT THE TRAILER JUST MADE THEM LOOK WORSE
BUT ACTUALLY IN PRACTICE THEY WERE GREAT
VERY mild negatives
i only really have two Actual gripes with certain choices
the anti-climatic springlock scene, and the choice to make vanessa the afton and not mike
like for the springlock failure scene, in all iterations of it, its always an instant thing
like in that one minigame scene, you hear them creak for a sec, and then they ALL chomp at once and he screams
but in the movie it was just kinda gradual which ig they had to do??
like how all the major death scenes were either off screen or like,,,,, shadows
which ig i understand bc they didnt wanna make it too exclusive by going all the way to r rated
but yeah in like all iterations of the springlock failure scene its always smth wet triggers in, and then bam they all go off, like theres springlocks EVERYWHERE like those fuckers puncture EVERYTHING
i mean we get like some close ups of them cutting into his stomach but like
still wouldve liked a more Instantaneous springlock scene
my only other real gripe with it was the choice to make vanessa the afton and not mike
really the choice to include her at All was odd to me like ever since the cast list came out
like just,,,,,,, chronologically why is she here (but hey when has fnaf ever liked its timelines
ANYWAY
the choice to COMPLETELY change mikes story by giving him the like dead little brother and alive little sister and like
someone actually pointed out a really good point where it was like
why did afton kidnap a kid from some random ass family at a campsite????
like the whole point was that stealing kids from the pizzeria was convenient, so why go all the way out to some forest in nebraska to kill a kid
but back to vanessa, like i understand how in the books there was the vanessa a., so obviously everyone thought that stood for afton, and even when she was in security breach people thought she was an afton
i just think the choice to make Her aftons kid, and make MIKE FUCKIGN SCHMIDT have zero relation to him was just Very Odd
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BUT ANYWAY. STRANGE STORY DECISIONS ASIDE THIS WAS SUCH A GREAT FUCKING MOVIE. THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER THEATRE HORROR EXPERIENCE, AND GODDAMN WAS IT WORTH IT. FNAF HAS BEEN SUCH A GENUINELY HUGE PART OF MY LIFE SINCE PROBABLY WAY YOUNGER THAN IT SHOULDVE BEEN, BUT SO MUCH OF IT HAS BROUGHT ME TO BE WHO I AM TODAY AND JUST. HGRHGHRGHGRHGHGRHGRGHHGRGHRGH
ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK :D
#fnaf movie#fnaf#five nights at freddys#five nights at freddy's#fnaf movie review#fnaf movie spoilers#GOD THAT MOVIE WAS JUST#FNAF HAS BEEN SUCHA HUGE FUCKIN PART OF MY LIFE#SO TO SEE IT FUCKING#ON A BIG SCREEN LIKE THIS#WAS ABSOLUTELY MIND BLOWING#COULD NOT BE HAPPIER
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WIP Wednesday!
Here's another look at Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins! This time, he's met The Party
“What look do I need to enjoy the arcade? Video games aren’t restricted by fashion choice.”
A few seconds pass where the kid doesn’t say anything. When he finally does speak, it’s because a ghost managed to catch him. “Fashion choice? You mean your mom didn’t force you to dress like that?”
“Woah, harsh,” Steve says, unable to help the slight grin that tugs at his lips, “Especially from someone wearing a hat indoors.”
“It’s cool!”
“And so are my high-tops, Kid. You don’t make fun of them, and I won’t make fun of your hat.”
At this point, the kid stops playing entirely, allowing Pac-Man to get caught by a ghost once more. Steve still can’t see their face, but he just knows the kid is grinning, like he’s passed some kind of test. “I guess you’re pretty cool,” they finally say.
Before Steve can respond, the kid turns around and waves to their friends. “Hey, guys! Come meet…” they trail off, looking up at Steve.
“Steve.”
“Come meet Steve! He’s cool despite looking like a jock.”
From the Galaga machine, three kids turn to face them. Steve can actually see their faces, and he can’t help the feeling that they’re familiar. He tilts his head, trying to place them as one of the kids says, “Dude, I’m a jock. Are you saying I’m not cool?”
“When you’re trying to make us attend a game instead of DnD, yeah,” another kid says, eyes rolling behind their glasses.
“You guys play DnD?” Steve asks, relieved to hear them mention something he’s also somewhat familiar with. He’s really not looking forward to someone asking him about something that’s no longer around in his time.
The kid trailing behind him, one with a tragic bowl cut that Steve wants to fix himself, seems to hesitate when he speaks. “Yeah, we do,” they say slowly, their voice budding with suspicion.
Steve flashes a reassuring grin at all of them when he realizes that they all look a little wary now. “Cool. I played once. My character was a…barbarian, I think? I can’t remember exactly, but it was a fighter. I couldn’t get super into it, though,” he says, shrugging it off as all four kids relax.
“Maybe you just had a shit DM.”
This comes from the kid closest to him, the one who has officially lost their game of Pac-Man, and Steve realizes it’s just really inconvenient to not know their names. “Maybe,” he agrees, “I still don’t know your names, by the way. No fair when you know mine.”
“Oh, I’m Dustin, the coolest one here.”
“Mike.”
“Lucas. The real coolest one.”
“Will Byers. It’s nice to meet you, Steve.”
Oh. Steve…
Steve is probably fucked, huh?
Here’s the thing, Steve knows he shouldn’t be messing with the fabric of time. He gets it; what’s happened has happened, and it’s happening is what created the future Steve knows. Changing one small thing could create a butterfly effect that results in the future being even more fucked up than it already is between politicians and billionaires and the environment. There isn’t nearly enough guarantee that things will be okay for any rational person to risk changing the past in any tiny way, much less one as significant as preventing six kids from disappearing or dying.
That being said, Steve is going to save these kids. Because none of those people who debate about continuity and the butterfly effect have ever actually stood in front of people whose future they know. They’ve never truly faced the choice, but Steve is right now.
And Steve has decided, timeline and future be damned, that he’s going to save these kids.
#Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins#Steve Harrington#Dustin Henderson#Mike Wheeler#Will Byers#Lucas Sinclair#Stranger Things Fic#Stranger Things#Steddie#Steddie Fic#WIP Wednesday
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TVGATE 📺💖
1.) Glee- Ryan Murphy is my enemy and glee is unhinged but it is hands down my FAVORITE show of all time. I started watching it when I was in 8th grade and the chokehold it has on me to this day is unreal. Season one was lighting in a bottle and to follow it up with an even better season after that? Lea Michelle is also my enemy BUT s1 Rachel berry is so fucking funny. Glee is the reason I joined chorus in high school- like the impact glee has on me? Incredible. Just 10/10. I could say more but we will be here all fucking day. And ofc Santana is my favorite character and I hope Naya is resting easy right now 💖
2.) Sucession- This show ate my ass for weeks and the brain rot after I finished it is still going strong. I avoided this show for a minute bc hearing about it through osmosis was enough and the fans put me off. I started about a month or two after the finale dropped. Like fuck rich people and fuck most of these characters but goddamn do I love it. I blew through this show so quick bc the acting??? The dialogue! THE EVERYTHING 🥵👏 you just know that if there’s a party or a dinner or some kind of rich people bullshit event that it will be the most compelling shit you’ve ever seen. Boar on the Floor was so sadistic and evil and FASCINATING. Like- I wanna open these people up and examine them. I was a Kendall girlie during my watch and a Shiv girlie post-show. I will say if you wanna enjoy this show just avoid.. most men’s opinions on it. I’ve heard the most shit takes on this show it’s ridiculous. It definitely lives up to the hype.
3.) Lovesick- Guys 🥺 if you’re gonna watch anything from this list watch this. I watched it when I was on a huge Netflix deep cut kick and WOW. Very lighthearted and funny romcom about a dude that finds out he has chlamydia and goes down the list of his old partners to tell them they need to get checked. All of these characters are so lovely and you just wanna root for them. It only loses points because it’s unfinished. I would’ve loved to see where things go for Dylan and Evie 🤧
4.) The Haunting of Bly Manor- INCREDIBLE. Mike Flannigan puts his whole pussy into into everything he makes. The write is incredible, the mystery is so well thought out. Every loose end is tied up just enough to let the viewer still have room to speculate. Definitely not scary in the way that Hill House is but everything else makes up for that. The cast??? I fucking love Rahul Kohli and I’ve loved that man since iZombie. Victoria Pedretti is the love of my life and the way she plays Dani? The range she has to go from Nell in Hill House to Dani is so sick. I just adore her. And of course T’Nia Miller as Hannah? She’s the clear standout. I need to see her in everything I’m BEGGING. The Hannah episode is truly the best episode of the entire season. This is a tragedy through and through and your heart will break for every single one of these characters. Just a gorgeous piece of television 💖
5.) Euphoria (Season One + Specials)- Again, Sam Levinson is my enemy but goddamn is season one SO GOOD. The aesthetics, the acting, the characters, the cinematography!? When Sam has a passion project and a story in mind he can truly make magic. Also putting Zendaya on your vision board and then actually landing her to be in it is so dope. The Trials and Tribulations of Trying to Pee While Depressed aka S1Ep7 is my favorite episode by FAR. So real, so funny, so compelling. Everyone showed up to set that week to make MAGIC. I don’t make a ton of fanart but euphoria had my ass so hooked that all I wanted to do was draw Rue and I sure as hell did. I was looping All for us for MONTHS. It’s still the #1 song on my Spotify TO THIS DAY. The special episodes during Covid were also so well done. Season 2 is dog shit so it isn’t included in this but rip to Angus Cloud because he was so special and the clear highlight of season 2 as Fez. (I could watch him beat up Nate Jacobs all day 🥳)
A huge honorable mention for the shows A Young Doctor’s Notebook, Chewing Gum, & The Bear (s1) because holy shit 💖. The first 2 are both absurd comedies from my Netflix deep cut era.
AYDNC stars Daniel Radcliffe as this doctor that gets addicted to morphine in the backwoods of 20th century Russia. It’s a dark comedy and a wild ride. I only watched it once and I have no idea if it’s still on Netflix or not but if you have nothing to watch and you want something that’s pretty out there or you’re a fan of Daniel’s comedic acting you’re in for a TREAT.
Chewing Gum stars Michaela Coel as Tracey. So 👏 Fucking 👏 Funny. The writing is incredible and I can’t speak highly enough about the way Michaela drops you into the world for a wild ride. Tracey’s pretty much in the end of that awkward transition period between your teens and adulthood. Just a really hilarious coming of age story that DEFINITELY would’ve benefited from a true final season. If you like Michaela Coel you will like this. She also has a show called I May Destroy You and I can’t wait to sit down and watch it. I’ve heard all good things 💖
The Bear is way newer and s2 didn’t drop that long ago so I won’t go too in-depth about it like everything else but INCREDIBLE SHOW. If you like food and sad white men and just- EVERYTHING about Ayo Edebiri then you’ll love this. Season 2 isn’t my favorite but Season One?? This show makes me miss living in a city. I just 💖💖 I can’t recommend it enough. Jeremy Allen White’s arms are reason alone to watch. I’d let that man [redacted] my [redacted] for hours like he makes me UNWELL he’s so gorgeous.
#tvgate#bb25#succession#the haunting of bly manor#glee#lovesick#scrotal recall#euphoria#a young doctor's notebook#chewing gum#the Bear
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