#respect to billy for telling them to get to fuck and leaving. got them where it hurts

[irn-bru]

superman after getting pissed off with captain marvel for stealing his boy scout gig

#justice league unlimited #superman #shazam #billy batson #i have no idea how old billy is supposed to be in this show but he's just a wee baby #like yeah sure supes didnt know that he was fighting an actual bairn but then he transforms into a kid right in front of him #and he just doesnt give a fuck. you know he was MADDD #respect to billy for telling them to get to fuck and leaving. got them where it hurts #anyways im about to rewatch shazam i had forgotten id even watched that film but it was years ago #dcau #beth.txt

[ultfreakme]

im a zutara multishipper though i often feel like a fake cause im not as hardcore as most of em.. i forgot all about that scarf scene its not as memorable as I'll save you from the pirates is that probalmatic imeaniguess but it was a fun scene in the cartoon ..

. so many zuts are celebrating over a silyl scarf scene but i can tell there's higher chances of hell freezing over than zutara and i dont look forward to them going again We were robbed when it doesn't happen. i love being a multishipper though cause i was very well fed with zukaang

im begging shippers not to bully gordon over shipping and it is interting to note how uncomfortable zutara makes the actors prob cause they recognize Kia is a teenager and Dallas is 22 year old.. theres hooplah over how the age gap is fine cause she' ll be 18 and theres a difference with 11/14 vs 15/ year old met guy when he was 20. of course kia is uncomforatble with zutara she met dallas aas a child. but here we got people treating her like she's an adult already.

the way kia is talked about creeps me out and i still think about the people telling me im a fake fan bec i think maybe we dont talk about kias age like shes not even real. i do enjoy the fanart comig from promo pics cause people are super talented but sometimes . it feels that people are shipping Kia/Dallas more than zuko/katara

Hi!! Honestly it's fine if you ship even if things for the ship are considered 'problematic'. I mean I ship Zukka and both of them have genuinely wanted each other dead or gone for a good chunk of the show lol.

I think, and I'm not going to generalize and say EVERY Zutara shipper, but one thing I've encountered as a pattern of difference between Zutara shippers and every other ATLA ship shipper, is canonicity. Zukaang, Zukka, Jetko, MaiLee, TyZula, Tokka, Taang, none of them are of the mindset that their ship will be canon so no one has any real problems with these ships. But a lot of Zutara shippers I've seen on twitter at least are convinced that Zutara was meant to be canon, and this inability keep fanon and canon separate is what's getting people's hopes up. And when it's made clear that these ARE separate, there's upset. I've seen the same thing happen with multiple other shippers and ships across fandoms.

Being a multishipper sounds fun anon, and I hope you're doing well <3

You're so right on the way people act about and treat Kia. Dallas has on interview said Kia is like a little sister to him, and yeah people keep forgetting that these two met when Kia was a child and he was an adult. It's why Dallas and Ian are fine when they talk about Zukka or can joke about "shipping" them.

I've noticed that people are doing the thing again(in 2024 dear GOD), where they keep waiting for young girls to be "legal" to be fucking creeps. People did it with Billie Eilish, the Olsen twins and a bunch of other female celebs and artists. I just feel terrible for her and Gordon, and I wish people would stop being weird about the actors and take a hint because Kia, Dallas, Gordon- none of them are being subtle about being uncomfortable about zutara. The only way they can be more obvious is plaster it on their foreheads. I didn't know about people talking about...ugh I can't even say it, Kia and Dallas like a ship GROSS. Leave Kia and Dallas out of it gosh. I got an ask a while back basically saying people will stop being mean to Gordon if Zutara becomes canon and I was flabbergasted. Like, you won't treat a child, with respect and dignity, because your 20 year old ship isn't real???

I've said this before, but people are just jumping to make Kia out to be more...older? People saying she looks like Gordon's mom(I will hunt these people on sight she looks like a child). And it's this, intermixing of sexism and racism and colourism (I've seen people be extremely disgusting about Dallas and Gordon too about their appearance. Pretty much everyone who doesn't fit into Western beauty standards are receiving awful hate- Thalia Tran playing Mai, Elizabeth Yu playing Azula).

People seriously need to get a grip and start learning to differentiate between fiction and real human beings or this is going to hurt EVERYONE involved, but especially Kia and Gordon. It doesn't matter if Kia is 18, she DOES NOT LIKE IT. DALLAS sees her as a sister, like i wish people would keep that in mind.

#natla #atla la #atla live action #riki asks #dallas liu #kiawentiio #gordon cormier

[symbioticsimplicity]

I don’t need to be up this early but this idea won’t leave me.

So, Steddie Battle of the Bands AU featuring punk!Steve.

Corroded Coffin join a battle of the bands competition run out of a little bar just outside Indianapolis, expecting fully to make it all the way. There’s not a lot of musicians in their area and out of all of them, CC have the most milage and the most unique sound. Sure, it’s metal, but in the bigger city that’s not the death sentence it would be back in Hawkins.

For the most part, they’re right. There’s a little pop trio that do okay, a Bob Dylan type with an acoustic and the flattest, most nasal tone Eddie has ever heard, a rock outfit with a drummer who’s clearly on speed and fixing to pull a Spinal Tap, and one very old dude who’s there more for the fun than to actually compete. They’re a shoe-in.

Except there’s a punk band that were running a little late, and manage to take stage literally just as they’re being called. The Demogorgons, they’re called. 

Eddie is pissed the instant he sees them, firstly because he’s been on sight with punks since ‘84 when a flock of the little shits dissed Dio to his fucking face. Second because out of all the things they could have been called, they picked a DND creature??! In Eddie’s house??? Who the fuck did they think they were?!

The longer Eddie watches them play (he can’t leave until they announce who’s moving on from this round, he’s literally a captive audience), the more pissed off he gets because they’re good.

The lead guitarist is a girl with dark, short hair mostly hiding her face, but she’s absolutely slaying their cover of White Wedding, adding more than was originally in the song seemingly on the fly. It’s beautiful, as a guitarist himself he can at least begrudgingly respect her talent.

The bassist is also a girl with short hair who seems like she’s in her own world, totally lost in the music and jamming so hard Eddie can’t really look at her for too long without getting sucked in with her.

The drummer looks like an absolute madman, big buff blonde guy who looks like he’d bite if anyone got too close to him. He’s bare chested, showing off a few tattoos and a couple piercings that make him far more interesting than Eddie cares to admit.

But the singer/ rhythm guitarist, is what is really tripping Eddie up.

He’s prettier than he has any goddamn need to be, and he’s weirdly smiley for a punk. Like being on stage is his happy place, which Eddie can relate to, even if he hates admitting any commonalities between them at all. His voice too, is lovely. It’s not the typical scratchy punk sound, it’s high and airy and from a technical standpoint (only that, Eddie swears) it’s really good. And he seems like he’s not having any trouble playing and singing at the same time, which is shitty as hell because Eddie still does sometimes.

Before their set ends, Eddie has decided he hates them. He hates them, so much.

So much in fact, he goes over to heckle them once they finish.

It goes south almost immediately.

He was right, the drummer is definitely a maniac. It’s like he was waiting for an excuse to fight someone. And given how fast the singer snatches him up after he decks Eddie, this is a frequent thing. The singer and the drummer posture at each other and for a second Eddie thinks they’re about to fight.

But evidently the drummer thinks better of it and stalks off to start helping put their gear up.

The singer apologizes for his bandmate, even though Eddie started the fight, and introduces himself as Steve, the drummer being named Billy. He’s a good kid, Steve tells him, just angry and still learning where to put that anger. He offers to buy Eddie a drink for his trouble, and he’s so floored he ends up accepting.

To Eddie’s surprise, they end up talking, and they end up talking a lot. Steve is easy to talk to, and he listens like what Eddie has to say is important. When he talks, it’s with this sardonic edge to it that reminds Eddie of sour candy. Before he knows it, it’s been like three hours, and it’s time to announce who’s advancing to the next round.

To Eddie’s complete lack of surprise, Corroded Coffin make it through, but so do The Demogorgons. Steve congratulates him, sincerely, and Eddie stutters out the same.

They part ways for the night, but the pretty punk with the prettier smile won’t leave Eddie’s thoughts.

Cue CC telling Eddie to get his head in the game, trying to head off the crush they can spot forming. They know him well enough to know the signs, and they don’t need him pulling a Romeo and Juliet with some punk he met for one night.

Little do they know, The Demogorgons are having a similar chat with their own lead. They’ve worked too hard to have Steve get distracted, or worse, go soft, over some greasy metalhead he’s only talked to like, once. Steve of course promises that he won’t. After all, it’s not like he’s really going to see him much, and Steve isn’t easy, he has to get to know someone to fall for them.

Cut to a week later when one Steve Harrington is dropping Dustin off at his DND thingy, only to see none other than Eddie Munson perched at the head of the table. He’s explaining what their quest is for the night, or something, and he’s so animated, so into it, he doesn’t notice Steve frozen in the doorway.

Steve makes it out before Eddie sees him, but from that moment on it’s like he’s every where Steve goes. They bump into each other constantly, Hawkins is a small town, it’s easy to do. It gets to be such a regular thing that Eddie makes a joke about following Steve, and Steve sings that Rockwell song about being followed and they find themselves laughing together again.

It’s easy, really. Too easy. And before they know it, whenever they bump into each other, they end up talking for a while. It’s just a few minutes, they both reason to themselves, a few minutes is fine.

But a few minutes turns into an hour, turns into a couple hours, turns into a smoke sesh at Eddie’s, turns into a jam sesh at Steve’s, and before they know it, they’re missing each other when the other isn’t around.

Of course it isn’t long before Gareth notices his best friend’s preoccupation, and Robin could clock Steve’s daydreamy look three miles away. They each come clean to their respective long-suffering bestie.

Neither are happy, but they both care more about their friend than some stupid band competition. They know the rest of their bands won’t be happy, and that could be a pain, so rather than being even slightly reasonable, they hatch a plan.

Eddie and Steve are determined to be the punk-metal version of Romeo and Juliet, but that doesn’t mean their story has to be a tragedy. This is a musical, afterall. What better to do than bridge the gap with the power of music.

So the next time Eddie and Steve hang out, they both spend probably fifteen minutes uncomfortably dancing around trying to ask the other to write a song with them.

Steve cracks first, because seeing Eddie uncomfortable is so fucking bizarre it trumps his own nerves and he has to ask what’s going on. Eddie decides to be brave and takes the leap, asks Steve what he’s got to ask, and to his surprise Steve tells him he was going to ask the same thing.

They haven’t really talked about it, the tension between them, but it boils over when Steve tries to explain why he wants to write a song with Eddie. Eddie can’t watch him flounder for a second more, when he knows he could just be kissing him instead.

He takes Steve by the jaw and kisses the soul out of him. If they weren’t sold they were doing the right thing before, the kiss seals the deal.

They spend the night trading kisses and lyrics in equal measure, alternating between strumming strings and heartstrings until they’re both so caught up in creation, in each other, they’re harmonic.

After that, they hit crunch time. The battle of the bands is next week, and learning a whole new song is a pain in the ass for both bands. It’ll be worth it, but Jeff doesn’t know that and Billy doesn’t care.

The boys make time to see each other, but of course, they get caught.

Band practice gets postponed on both sides of the fence. They know they shouldn’t, it’s stupid, but Eddie spent the day getting harassed by a flock of “Concerned Christian Mothers” who were not shy about telling him exactly what they thought about him, and would not get the hell out of his face about it. Steve is a caretaker down to his bones, and doesn’t think twice about going to care for his metalhead.

Nancy however isn’t stupid, and Grant knows damn well Eddie would only postpone practice if something was genuinely wrong. So Nancy follows Steve to see what the hell could be so important to him that he’d call off practice, and Grant goes to bring Eddie a care package.

Nancy isn’t happy about finding the two spooning on Eddie’s couch, but she doesn’t make as much of a fuss about it as Grant does. Grant goes off about sleeping with the enemy and treachery and the metalhead code of honor (which he made up right there on the spot), but the real bucket of cold water is Nancy telling Steve how disappointed she is that he pulled them all into this, made them care about it, only to waste his time chasing after someone instead of putting his heart into the music the way they all had been. She asks him to get serious, then leaves.

Steve excuses himself, ignoring Eddie’s pleas to wait a second, come back, please, let’s talk about this.

They don’t see each other again until the night of the show.

The competition threw them a curveball, however. None of them know until they get there, see the layout of the big warehouse like space, but instead of playing one after the other, the competition is amp versus amp. CC are freaking out a little bit because they’ve never played that way before, and Eddie is picking up an acoustic, why the hell did he even bring an acoustic, what’s going on?? The Demogorgons are equally nervous, this being a first for them too, and Steve is quiet, so quiet, he’s never like this before shows, what’s going on??

Despite everyone’s nerves and fears, the two bands take their places on the two stages, on opposite ends of the room from one another.

Eddie introduces Corroded Coffin with the same flare he usually does, but tells the audience that tonight’s performance is going to be a little different than their usual. He finishes with “This one’s for you, Juliet.”

He starts strumming the acoustic, the song he and Steve had written together filling the space, warm and full and a wild departure from their usual sound. He’d gone over it with the guys, added some polish to it, made it more metal, but he’d asked them to hold off on that until he cued them.

“And hey darling, I hope you’re good tonight. And I know you don’t feel right when I’m leaving-”

The rest of Corroded Coffin have never heard Eddie sing like this, didn’t even know he could. Usually he was all growls and grit and demon noises he’d figured out how to imitate. They had no idea he was even capable of making a song sound so beautiful.

Eddie continues singing his heart out, strumming his guitar, praying that Steve picks up on what he’s doing, joins him at the drop, doesn’t leave him again. He’s nearly convinced himself he’s going to end up singing the whole thing alone, and God how stupid would that be, that when he reaches the switching point, he nearly drops his guitar when Steve’s voice rises up to meet him. A spotlight flicks on, illuminating him as he sings into the microphone, playing his own part of the accompanyment.

“And hey, sweetie, well I need you here to night. And I know you don’t wanna be leaving me here tonight-”

Steve’s voice is the perfect counterbalance to Eddie’s. It’s light where his is heavy, soft where his is gritty. It showcases their duality, while highlighting how good they are together and Eddie would cry if he weren’t on stage.

He takes the next verse as planned, but Steve’s voice stays with him, harmonizing along side him so perfectly it’s as if they’ve been singing together for years rather than about a week.

“You know you can’t give me what I need, and even though you mean so much to me, I can’t wait through everything.”

That’s different, not the line they wrote together. It lands like a gut punch when Eddie looks up and sees Steve’s expression. He’s not smiling. He always smiles on stage.

“Is this really happening?” Eddie sings back without missing a beat, knowing the next verse is his, meaning it might be his only chance. He prays to every muse he’s ever had to lend him the improv skills to land this.

To his suprise, he hears Jeff’s heavy guitar start to build, Grant’s bass swooping in beside it to flank him. When he turns his head to check, they both give him the nod, the one that’s always meant they’re beside him, for better or worse. It gives him to courage to put his soul into the words he’s about to spit.

“I swear I’ll never be happy again, and don’t you dare say we can just be friends, I’m not some boy that you can sway.” 

There’s a half a second pause in the music, just long enough to wreck Eddie’s heartrate. He can see Steve’s face from here, not clearly enough to make out every emotion that flashes across it, but enough to see when it lands on determination.

“We knew it’d happen eventually.” He and Steve sing, or in his case shout, in tandem.

Corroded Coffin fall back in with them, and to Eddie’s utter surprise, The Demogorgons join them. The sound of two bands playing the climax of the song he and Steve had written together hits Eddie so hard he can barely sing past the balloon of emotion swelling in his chest.

The crowd reminds him they’re there, joining in on the chorus of ‘La la las’ going around the room, their voices loud enough to shake the walls. It’s everything Eddie has ever wanted from a crowd, and it’s way too much along with everything else going on right now. Eddie can’t focus on it, not when Steve is staring him down from across the room.

“If you can wait ‘till I get home, then I swear we can make this last.” Eddie belts, Steve’s higher register wrapping around the notes the same way his hands wrap around his mic.

Both bands let the song taper out, leaving just the crowd echoing back the words to them, just Steve and Eddie singing to each other.

Eddie reaches out his hand, as if he could take Steve’s in his despite the distance. Steve once again meets him halfway, extending his own hand as if to bridge the distance.

The lights go down and the crowd is still chanting. It takes longer to settle them down than it does to make the decision to shrug off his guitar and run to his boy. Eddie hesitates only to look over at his bandmates.

They look exhasperated, but fond. Grant rolls his eyes and tells him to go kiss his stupid punk or whatever.

Eddie is off in an instant.

He finds Steve tearing his way over to him, runs straight into him almost the same way he’d run into him the first time they met outside of a venue.

There aren’t words, they don’t need them, already sung them. There’s just Steve and Eddie and how badly they’ve missed each other. The apologies and affirmations can come later, when their mouths aren’t so busy kissing the life from one another.

In the back of his mind, Eddie registers some of the crowd around them wolf whistling, but for once he doesn’t give much of a shit what the crowd thinks of him.

#steddie #I might long form this later #but i needed it out of my head #they both won by the way #they had to share a trophy #the trophy is now treated as their child #CC and The Demogorgons have a custody arrangement with it #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #gareth stranger things #jeff stranger things #billy hargrove #i know the song is anachronistic but have you considered the story made it worth it?? #that's my justification #that and this here badge that says Fanon: I Do What I Want #also Dustin named Steve's band #punk!steve #corroded coffin

[celestialexxperience]

Pretend.

Daisy Jones x (implied) fem!reader

Slight* Graham Dunne x reader

Warnings: reader experiences impulsive hetero sexuality, profanities (duh), implied sex, and daisy kinda being an ass.

A/N: I don't know why I wrote this and I hate it. it doesn't really make sense but I think I'm going to write a oc story with daisy jones and I might add it in there.

As I slowly got out of his bed I tried not to disturb his sleeping form. 

        As I stood there above his bed looking at him, it made my heart ache as I realized I do not feel the same way for him as he does for me and as I probably should feel for him. 

      Graham Dunne. There was nothing physical or mentally wrong with Graham Dunne, he was a sweet guy and oh lord he was a good kisser. But it was me and as I stood there in his bedroom thinking that I realized it was true and not like the other times I used that excuse to get out of stupid situations with douchebag guys, but it was actually true. I just wasn't good enough for a guy as sweet and charming as Graham Dunne. 

       I know girls who would give up their tits for a guy like Graham Dunne. 

      But I wasn't that girl. 

      I wasn't kind enough like Camila 

      I wasn't smart enough like Karen 

      And I wasn't pretty enough like….

                      Daisy….

Oh Daisy, Daisy was gorgeous everything about her. I loved it, I loved it all. 

But I didn't take it as love I took as jealousy. 

I thought it was jealousy. 

I thought It was just jealousy.

Jealousy of how Daisy Jones could capture the attention of any guy in the room, and I thought I just wanted that attention from those guys. But I didn't. I wanted to be those guys. 

As I got dressed and picked up my stuff Graham started to stir awake. 

        "Oh, morning?" It said more as a question, in that attractive morning voice.        "Leaving already?"

"Oh yeah, I have to get to work, you know?

"Oh but I thought you didn't have to be there until like 11:00?" 

"Yeah, but I just wanna get a head start, like take a shower and get some breakfast." 

"Oh well you can do all of that here." 

"Graham I gotta go." 

"Y/N please for me?" 

"Uhh okay fine I'll stay whatever." 

"Thank youuu." He said while pulling me into his bare body.

"GRAHAM STOP!" 

"Okay come on pretty lady." 

When we walked over to the kitchen where the rest of the band and Camila were sitting at the dining room table. 

"Oh good morning Y/N!" Camila said with that sweet sultry voice. "I didn't know you were gonna join us this morning." 

"Yeah me either, Graham convinced me" as i finished my sentence I saw a familiar fire colored haired girl passed me by. 

"Hey Y/N." Daisy. Why was Daisy here? She doesn't leave here. 

"Oh hi daisy didn't think you would ever be here." 

"Oh yes, because of the party last night Daisy ended up staying here last night." Cami said being as nice as she always is. 

"And I see you did too Y/N…" why'd she say it like that? Why'd Daisy have to say it like that? 

"Um yeah… they did." Graham said in the most sassiest, sarcastic tone I've heard come from that mouth of his. 

"Okay calm down." Daisy said, jumping on the counter. Billy turned his head to give her a look to tell to get down. The fire head girl obliged but not without the quick of an eye roll. "It was just a question, mini Dunne." Her beautiful ocean colored ones met mine for what felt like a century. I looked into them to maybe find some sort of security, but all I saw was a sort of darkness, covered by dilated pupils, low eyelids, and dark eye bags. I knew something was wrong. I didn't need her appearance to tell me that. All I needed was to see her at Billy and Camila's house and I immediately knew something was off.

Sure, we were all at Billy and Camila's house because the party that took place last night and with all of us being to fucked up to get back to our respected "homes" or whatever you would call a bunch of 20-somethings trying to keep a roof over our heads.

She moved away from the kitchen to where I was standing in the hallway talking to Graham. She pushed past me bumping my shoulder as a snarky remark that nobody would ever not expect Daisy Jones not to do. 

But instead of just bumping my shoulder and leaving it be she grabbed my shoulder and brought me into some room in the house but I was way to focus on her to notice anything expect her dragging me into that room and pressing me against that wall.

      "Really a Dunne? A DUNNE?! You're dating a Dunne?"

      "It's not like Daisy. He's not like daisy." 

      "Really Y/N? He's Dunne. He's related to THE Billy Dunne." The way she emphasized his name made me sick to my stomach. "He has to be at least a little bit like him." 

       "No." I didn't know what to say, so all I said was no 

      "Really Y/N?! Are you really naive-" 

      "Daisy-" 

      "HE DOESNT CARE!" 

      "Daisy stop." 

      "NOBODY IS EVER GOING TO CARE!"

      "You're high." 

      "NOBODY IS EVER GOING TO LOVE YOU. YOU SAY YOU WANT LOVE BUT YOU HANG AROUND ALL THIS GOD DAMN ASSHOLES WHO REALLY COULDNT CARE LESS IF YOU LIVED OR DIED. AND GUESS WHAT THEY WILL NEVER. TRULY. LOVE YOU!" 

It all happend in a blink of an eye.

One minute she was yelling at me telling me that nobody is ever going to love me.

And the next she's holding her red swollen face from me slapping her out of angry and fear. 

And then the minute after that she's plunging her body towards mine trying to connect our lips together.

It was sweet and warm, and some how awfully familiar. Like something we've done many times before. Like something that's happend so many times in a past life. 

The kiss felt like soul mates trying to find there way back to each other. 

Daisy pulled away resting her head on my chest.

          "Daisy?" 

          "I'm sorry." 

          "Daisy-" 

          "Y/N, please let me finish." I stared at her right in those ocean colored orbs of hers.

          "I care about you okay? I love you. I need you." 

          "Daisy-" 

          "Watching you be with all this dumb, DUMB men as me sick to my mother fucking stomach"

         "Daisy." I said irritated.

If anyone knew Daisy Jones they would know the only way to get daisy jones to shut up is to physical stop her and sometimes that doesn't even work. 

         I grabbed Daisy's face and pressed her lips against mine. 

Daisy was an amazing kisser, even though I just found out I have always assumed. 

I pulled apart still holding her face in my hands.

"I love you Daisy Jones." 

She didn't need to say anything, her sweet, sweet smile was enough. 

I quickly pulled my hands off her face as I heard the door creak open. It was Graham. 

"Is everything alright? We heard screaming." He said pointing to the kitchen where everybody else was pretending to mind their own business.

"Yeah I'm alright, sorry. Give me a second, okay?" I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

As he left the room I turned back to Daisy and whispered in her ear: "I love you Daisy, but you need help." 

As I walked out the room, Daisy grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"You can't keep pretending Y/N." 

"What?" I said pretending that I didn't slightly know what she was referring to. 

"You can't keep pretending that you like him." She said, referring to Graham. "Or men in general."

#djats fanfic #Djats #daisy jones and the six #daisy jones and the six x reader #Daisy jones x reader #Daisy jones #Graham Dunne #Graham Dunne x reader #Camila Dunne #Billy Dunne #Eddie roundtree #Warren rojas #Karen sirko #Wlw #i love lesbians

[ellewritesandrants]

Here's a snippet of what I've been working on from the MOB A/B/O AU I wrote

Fuck. There’s a creepy looking van that’s been slowing down for the last quarter mile and Billy’s too injured to make a run for it. Fuck. He didn’t know if he should try to make a run for it or just keep walking like he doesn’t notice anything odd but the choice gets taken away from him when the van stops beside him. He’s frozen in fear, entire body tensed and ready to run at the first sight of danger. The door opened and Billy’s heart stuttered.

“Don’t shoot! It’s just me, Eddie.”

“Fuck, Munson. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“So did you, Billy boy. What the fuck are you doing walking to God knows where in the middle of the fucking night?”

Billy bristles.

“None of your fucking business, alright?”

“Come on, I can drive you there if you tell me.” Eddie wheedled.

“And get in the car with a strange alpha? No thanks. I don’t want to die yet.”

“Come on, baby. I’ll even swear on Stevie that I’ll get you to where you wanna be. No catches, no paybacks, just an honest to God favor.”

Billy hesitates. This sounds too good to be true especially given that he’d just met this Alpha earlier tonight but something about him was telling Billy to trust this Alpha.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. My mom would roll over in her grave if she knew I left a pretty thing like you walking on the side of the road for any creep to kidnap.”

Billy raised his eyebrows.

“Much like you’re about to do?”

Eddie groaned and clutched his heart theatrically.            

“Aw, Baby, but I’m a good creep, I promise.”

“Fine, but I get to choose the music.”

“It’s a done deal, babe.”

Billy picked a random Scorpions cassette and shoved it into the equally old cassette player.

“You couldn’t get a more modern car?”

“Stevie’s the one who’s all about the modern cars. I love a good vintage one myself and I know you’re more a vintage guy with that 84’ Camaro you drive around.”

“You’ve got me there.”

“Where’s your car by the way?” Eddie inquired lightly, eyes still focused on the road.

Billy stiffened up and hung his head. It was too good to be true.

“It’s at home in the garage.” He mumbled.

“You didn’t want to take it for a late-night drive?” Eddie pushed.

“Maybe I felt like a nice walk would calm me down.” Billy snarled.

“Hey, calm down, sweetheart. I’m not trying to attack you or hurt you. I’m just curious is all.”

“Just drive, Munson.”

A nice albeit awkward silence ruled the van and Billy was convinced that Eddie had dropped it when he realized that the bright light in the van would better show off the bruise he’d gotten for his lack of respect and responsibility. That was what Eddie had kept glancing at and it seemed he couldn’t stop himself from bringing it up.

“Nice shiner you’ve got there, huh?”

“Huh, you should’ve seen the other guy.”

Eddie takes a quick glance at Billy’s unbruised knuckles.

“Yeah, and that’s why your knuckles aren’t perfectly whole and don’t have a smidgen of damage on them to say you’ve been fighting.”

“Who’s to say I wasn’t using my feet?” Billy snarked.

Eddie pulled over the side of the road and Billy’s heart stuttered, wondering if he’s about to be raped or killed by this Alpha that he’d just met. He was halfway out of his chair before Eddie’s hand gripped his wrist tightly, stopping him from leaving.

“Stop messing around. Are you really going to try and pussyfoot me all night or are you going to tell me who gave you that shiner so I can take care of it?” Eddie demanded.

“It’s none of your business, Munson! Drop it.” Billy cried, trying valiantly to get Eddie to let go.

Eddie snarled and tightened his grip, pining Billy down into his chair.

“No! You’re telling me who gave you that fucking bruise so I can take care of it.” Eddie snarled.

Tears started to drop from Billy’s eyes, unbidden.

“I-I can’t.” He sobbed.

Eddie softens and relaxes his grip. Billy practically sinks into the chair, hunching into himself and Eddie’s heart breaks at causing the fiery omega to be that way. He gently sits down beside the omega, rubbing his back until the tears subside.

“Come on, sweetheart. I just want you to be safe. That’s all I want. Just give Ol’ Eddie a name, that’s all I need, baby.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby.”

Billy’s head snapped up to meet his eyes, breath hitching imploring Eddie to understand. Teary, wide ocean eyes beseeched the dark depths of Eddie’s soul to understand what he was trying to say.

“I can’t. You don’t understand. He’ll kill me.”

All of a sudden, Eddie had his lightbulb moment.

“It was Neil, wasn’t it?”

“Eddie-“

“That bastard was who put you up to tonight, wasn’t he? He was willing to whore out his only son for the sake of business and when you didn’t succeed, he punished you for it, didn’t he? Answer me, Omega.” Eddie snarled.

“Yes! Yes, okay? My dad told me to go out and seduce you two for information. I promise I wouldn’t have shared anything even if you had told me something. Please, please, believe me, Alpha.” Billy implored, tears falling once again at the thought of losing the trust of the Alpha who’d been so nice to him, nicer than most of the Alphas he’d had in his life.

Eddie was quick to wipe away the tears of the crying omega, trying to comfort the omega while dealing with the blood boiling rage sweltering under his skin for Neil Hargrove.

“Hush, sweetheart, of course I believe you. You’re too good for me, Omega. Thank you for giving me a name, baby. You were so brave to tell me and now, I can take care of the problem.” Eddie soothed.

Billy didn’t understand what was happening. Eddie was buckling up his seatbelt before returning to his chair and casually turning the hazard lights off and signaling that he was going back onto the road. Billy didn’t know what was going on so he grabbed Eddie’s arm before it could shift gears.

“What is it, baby?”

“What’s going to happen now?”

“Well, I’ll be dealing with the piece of shit you call a father so that he can’t hurt you anymore, baby.”

“T-that isn’t what I meant to happen! Eddie, you can’t.” Billy cried out.

“You’ll find that I can, sweetheart, and I absolutely will. I have no doubt that Steve will support me wholeheartedly once he finds out what’s going on.”

“Y-you’re going to tell Steve? Why?”

“Of course I am, baby. We’re going to go and explain the situation to him so we can have a plan that isn’t to just torture and maim that bastard.”

“I-I thought you were taking me to my friend’s house.”

“Change of plans, sweetheart. I guess you’re staying with us tonight.” Eddie smirked, hitting the gas.

Billy’s heart dropped to his stomach.

#billy hargrove #billy deserved better #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove au #ellewritesandrants #billy hargrove redemption #stranger things rewrite #tw a/b/o #a/b/o fic #a/b/o au #mungrove #omega billy hargrove #billy x eddie #eddie munson #billy x steve x eddie #harringroveson #steddilly #stilldie #mob au #alpha eddie munson #tw child abuse #alpha steve harrington

[mrsaltieri-real]

His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter One: One Door Closes

Okay SO!!! I have been working on making this a series for such a long time and after a lot of trial and error it’s FINALLY in the works and the first chapter is DONE. It’s a lot shorter than the ones to come but it’s a good starting point I think!

Depending on how long you’ve been here you may no I did a one-shot for this fic a long ass time ago called Darling Dahlia. Well, I’ve changed the name but this is it! The first chapter! I wanna give a huge massive thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan for not only editing and beta reading the first chapter but for giving me the motivation to finally bring Dahlia to life after so many months of me getting so annoyed and frustrated at my lack of progress. THANK YOU DUDE!

Word count: Almost 1.5k

Warnings: The whole fic will be rated explicit, language, teasing, trauma, mentions of the Woodsbro murders, death (yes already but don’t worry!) Mickey being a complete ass, Dahlia being an ass right back to him

Dahlia’s face claim is below!

Here we go! Chapter One!

You know them times where it seems like absolutely everything goes wrong all at once? You fail a test, forget to defrost the fucking chicken or your cousin decides to go on a murder spree all within the same day?

All three of these things happened to me. It’s easy to guess which hit hardest.

I can still see Stu’s hesitant eyes looking down at me as his accomplice and best friend Billy brought his blade down to my stomach, plunging it deep inside of me. I didn’t cry, I didn’t scream. I accepted the pain, I welcomed the darkness and just waited for it to be over. I see both of their faces every time I close my eyes, in every single dream I’ve had. Billy’s expression of pure undiluted concentration and Stu’s sad and torn blue eyes dragging themselves away from me as the knife imbedded into my torso.

The only things I know that happened after are what Sidney and Randy told me. Sid had managed to single-handedly kill them both, putting an end to the series of grisly murders they had committed and calling the police. I remember waking up in the hospital, parents sobbing at my bedside, telling me that I had in fact been legally dead for three minutes. I remember Stu’s parents visiting and my mom screaming at her brother to “Get the fuck out!”.

I remember Sid and Randy telling me that Billy and Stu had killed Tatum.

But despite all of it, I felt nothing. It was like after Billy stabbed me and I’d died, the part of me actually being able to feel things went along with it. In a way it was good. It meant the betrayal of my own flesh and blood didn’t hurt me as much as it hurt the rest of my family, my parents completely cut themselves off from my aunt and uncle after everything, not wanting to associate themselves with the Macher name. It was obvious this was for the sake of appearances and of course, their image. We were a well off family, not because my parents worked hard but because Stu and I’s grandparents were ridiculously wealthy and left just about everything to our respective parents.

But none of that mattered when I stepped foot in Windsor College. When I met him.

Everything changed in an instant. Leaving Woodsbro behind with two of my best friends and finally finding someone I could bear my soul too I was a whole new person. I got feeling back, I could feel again. It was the perfect time for all of us to reinvent ourselves and be happy again, new life, new friends, new boyfriends.

It was like the moment I laid eyes on Mickey something inside of me snapped back into place and began to heal me. It took a long time, a painfully long time for me to want to accept the fact that I wanted him. Part of me wishes I’d given into it sooner, soaked up every last part of the version of him I’d known at the time to be true whilst the more rational side wishes I’d never stepped foot onto this campus, never let him touch me, never let him know me. Everything about him was just magnetic and looking back at it now, that should have been the first of many red flags. No one can be that charismatic, that charming and not be hiding something dark and sinister, there is just no way.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about the first time I met Mickey Altieri.

“I think this will be good for you, you know? Make some new friends, start to move on.” Sid had her fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging me gently over to her small circle of friends all sat crowded in the college square.

“I don’t need to make new friends. I’m fine by myself.” Of course I appreciated her concern for me, but I was getting really tired of being told what I needed to do. If I wanted to be alone, why couldn’t I be alone?

“Dahlia,” Sid abruptly stopped walking, turning to face me with those goddamned brown eyes looking down at me imploringly, “it’s been months. We all need to at least try and move on, you know?”

“I know, Sid.” I sighed a little, eyes nervously flickering up to the three people sitting perched on the bench, Randy luckily amongst them. I smiled a little as I saw him eagerly wave at Sidney and I, beckoning us over. “Just…” I struggled to hold her gaze, voice dropping to be a bit quieter, as if lowering the volume would make the admission and subsequent minor vulnerability easier to push out, “It’s hard.”

Sid’s expression turned sympathetic, her hand moving to grasp mine. Sidney has good hands, strong, grounding, firm yet soft, just like her. She speaks again, “I know, Dahlia. But I really think this could help. They’re all great, very understanding and they won’t push you to talk about…Well, what happened.”

“God, fine.” I mumbled and she nodded, looking just slightly smug as she gently tugged me closer to the group.

A chorus of “Hey, Sid” was uttered before Sid introduced me. “Dahlia, this is Derek, Hallie and Mickey. Guys, this is Dahlia.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little awkwardly as my eyes scanned the tight knit group. Randy was looking at me encouragingly and Sidney squeezed my hand a little.

I said nothing.

I still felt nothing.

Great.

Even then, I subconsciously noticed that Mickey was staring at me a little too hard. He was sitting with his back leaning against the wall with his foot propped up on the bench, toying with a video camera in his hand as he gave me a quick and not at all subtle once over. Despite the zombie-like trance I’d been in for the last few months, it made the blood rush to my cheeks and lightly stain them.

I mean, I wasn’t stupid. He was ridiculously good looking. His dark hair stuck up a little, he was toned and the thin fabric of his sweater clung to his body in a way that made it almost painful to look away and his brown eyes were just so…Full.

Full of mirth and life and so much I don’t think I could actually list it all. When was the last time I felt that full? Had I ever, even before that night? In his eyes I could see the excitement and wonder in them from where I stood and it was oddly enticing, I focused on that as opposed to my usual depressing internal monologue.

He managed to ruin my little initial fascination with him in about three seconds.

“Oh! You’re the chick who died, right, I- ow!” I watched as the girl, Hallie, darted out her hand and smacked Mickey upside of the head, “Jesus, what?”

“You can’t just say something like that to someone, God you’re an ass.” The mild disgust on her face twists to an apologetic smile as she continued on, “ I apologise for Mickey, he has zero fucking tact.” Hallie’s expression turned warmer as she was moving up the bench to make room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mickey roll his eyes a little before he settled his gaze back onto me.

“No, no it’s fine. Yeah, I am. Glad that’s so interesting to you Michael.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, an amused smile cracking on his face. “Mickey.” He corrected me, sounding amused as he did so.

I held back a scoff as I told him, “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

That was the first time I ever spoke directly to him. I can’t help but imagine how things would be now if I never bothered, never got so captivated with the way he’d look at me all through the rest of the day and every single day after.

It was never creepy, far from it. Instead it was almost as though he knew something I knew, like he knew me already.

Little did I know he did know me. He knew every single thing about me.

Chapter Two HERE

#this series is already everything to me #i am unbelievably excited to post this #been working on the plot for SO long #hope you all wind up loving Dahlia and Mickey #because fuck #they’re my babies #scream #mickey altieri #scream 2 #timothy olyphant #mickey Altieri x oc #dahlia levine #his perfect victim

[mourntheantagonist]

Hey 😁

How do you think Billy reacts when Steve hugs him?

I feel like this is something that could just go so many way depending on the context of the situation and I love exploring all of them!!

I think of billy as a very, very very very touch starved human being. like even when his mom was around, he wasn’t allowed to receive affection from her around neil. he would always tell her she was raising a sissy whenever she so much as gave him a kiss on the forehead before school. even when he was a baby, and he’d be crying, he would rarely be held, on the basis that he would be spoiled and “he has to learn that how to help himself” kinda bullshit (which don’t even get me started on because I have done so much research on this and how it fucks a kid up).

anywayyy…billy is touch starved, and he’s learned to never expect that kind of gesture because it never, ever comes when he needs it. not when he’s laid out on his back or hunched over by the dining room table because neil couldn’t even bother to keep the corporal punishment behind closed doors, the most he’s ever received is from max, and all it’s ever been was a hand on the back, one measly connection and it’s more than he’s ever gotten so…it’s enough.

he doesn’t expect it when steve hugs him. they’ve been fucking each other for weeks now, and the touches don’t exist outside sex. when they come down from their respective highs together, they’re always a foot apart, and the only times their skin ever really makes contact outside of sex is when they’re sharing a joint and their fingertips brush together, and somehow that sparks more electricity and gives billy more butterflies than the touching during sex. It’s so innocent, and billy hates the way it makes him feel.

the fact that steve hugs him is all max’s fault, really…well, maybe he’s partially to blame because he’s the dumbass that didn’t tell steve to fuck off when he showed up outside his window while he was home babysitting max. steve had called him earlier that day. somehow. billy did not recall ever giving him the phone number to his house because he didn’t exactly have a death wish, and he was just grateful that when he did call, neil hadn’t been anywhere in earshot. for some reason the “I’m stuck looking after my sister today, sorry” translated to “come over” when steve heard it, and, listen, billy can’t say no to a pretty face.

but, billy couldn’t even fully unbutton his own shirt all the way before max had chosen to barge into his room because she needed duct tape for only god knows what, and she got a full view of the two of them, lips pressed together, in the midst of undressing, and you couldn’t exactly misconstrue it as anything else other than exactly what it was. max had closed the door so quick billy didn’t even get a chance to catch her reaction.

and billy…well he panicked. he’d descended into something he didn’t quite understand fully, but it happened often enough he recognized the feeling. his heart would palpitate and he’d forget how to breathe and the world around him would feel like in what crumbling around him and he had nowhere to go. he’d feel trapped in a small space and suspended in a infinite nothingness at the exact same time, suffocating yet vast. he just stood there trembling, squeezing his hands together in a fist and letting his fingernails dig into his palms because at least he could feel it, remind himself he was still real even if the only thing he could feel was pain, and then…

and then that’s when steve hugged him.

and it wasn’t like those half-assed side hugs or quick hugs where you got two pats on the back and then were released like a fish back into water. It was a real, tight, full hug. steve’s arms fully encompassing his body, hands locking behind him, leaving billy immobile.

and billy…he just clung on.

he wrapped his arms around steve like he was a life preserver and billy was in the middle of the open ocean. he didn’t have time to think about it before he was already doing it and once the realization set in, that he was hugging steve harrington, letting himself be soft in front of another person, letting his guard down…every bit of him felt like he had to run away from it.

but steve had him locked down, and billy couldn’t let up on his fists tightly gripping the fabric of steve’s shirt, and since he couldn’t run away.

he just cried.

and steve wouldn’t know, not until much, much later, that billy wasn’t crying over the thought of being potentially outed by his little sister.

no. he was crying because that was the first time, in such a long time, that he was hugged by someone, and he couldn’t possibly let go.

#question: how does billy react to— #answer: he cries. that’s the answer. he’s always crying. #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things

[tenta-cute]

Billy Lore From 'Runaway Max': Chapter 6

Am I procrastinating? A little bit. Not gonna lie, guys, this book is short and fast to read, but not nearly as fun as my 10th re-read of "Cherry" on Ao3. I know my priorities. Anyway! Chapter 6 is extremely short (only 2 pages on my tablet) but it's pretty much all about Billy since it's the aftermath of the Halloween party, so...

Spoilers and lore from CHAPTER 6 under the cut!

Billy doesn't show up to pick up Max. She waits for him for thirty minutes and decides to go home. She arrives home a little after 11PM.

She's immediately cornered by Susan and Neil who ask why she's home so late and where the fuck is Billy.

Susan calls Billy Max's brother. Max feels the strong urge to remind them that he's not her brother, but realizes this is not important at the moment.

Max decides to lie to save Billy's butt! She tells Neil and Susan that some guy from Billy's school needed a lift home, so Billy dropped Max off at Cherry Lane first and will be back home shortly.

Max instantly recognizes this as a very transparent lie and goes all red-faced.

The reason why she lied is because she wants to stop Neil from blowing up, and also save herself from not being allowed to leave the house. It's not stated openly that she wants to protect Billy from Neil, if that's what you were hoping for.

They are all silently standing just staring at one another when the Camaro roars outside.

Billy comes home and oh my. He's drunk as hell, stinks of cigarettes and booze, is clearly unsteady on his feet, and has bloodshot eyes. He's still wearing his leather jacket but Max notes that he no longer has a shirt (which implies that he was wearing a shirt when they left and made the strategic decision to remove it sometime before/during the party, lmao).

So... Confirmed drunk driving.

Neil demands to know where Billy was. Billy mumbles "Nowhere" and tries to move past Neil, but Neil stops him with - oh my - a hand on The Titty.

When Neil keeps pushing, Billy lies that he got a flat tire. Susan and Neil immediately realize that Max's and Billy's lies do not line up.

Susan gets all shocked and stressed about the fact that Billy left Max on her own. She demands to know why Max didn't tell them that Billy abandoned her (to which Max replies "Dunno" and tries to convince Susan that Hawkins is super safe so nothing bad would've happened anyway).

Neil corners Billy against the wall. Wants to know where Billy had learned to be so disobedient.

Max notes that Billy stinks to high heaven of weed.

Billy glares at Neil and tell him to piss off, because he's not in the mood for this.

...Neil is displeased. For a moment they glare at each other, and then Neil starts talking quietly, his voice gradually getting louder until he's screaming in Billy's face about respect.

Susan looks terrified at first but then she seems to... sorta dissociate, I guess? Max knows that in a moment Susan will look away and not do anything to help.

Max leaves. She goes to her bedroom and pushes a blanked into the gap between the door and floor to muffle the sounds. She focuses on counting and sorting her candy.

At first she hears yelling, then a sharp cry and a meaty sound she compares to something hitting a baseball glove. At some point she hears the sound of a body hitting the floor.

Max tries to pretend she's somewhere else, specifically with her dad in Los Angeles. She tries to convince herself that she doesn't care what happens to Billy because he's awful, but doesn't quite succeed. She keeps trying, though, believing that if she lies to herself enough times she will eventually believe them.

Impressions:

Yep, there's no doubt about it: both Max and Susan are perfectly aware that Neil is physically abusive towards Billy.

Just a little thing, but note that during the encounter at the Byers' house Steve Harrington uses the exact same gesture as Neil does in this chapter with the Titty Poke.

The part where Max is aware that she's lying to herself when she tries to pretend she doesn't care about Billy being hurt is pretty interesting in the context of S4, especially the discrepancy between her letter in "Dear Billy" and what she says while trying to provoke Vecna. This is just a private impression, but just like Max tried to talk herself into believing that she doesn't care about Billy in order to protect herself, she might've been doing the same thing to bait Vecna.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #mungrove #harringroveson #keg boys #billy in runaway max #st fanfiction writing resource

[emzular]

I really need you as a full grown white adult to analyze why you think a character that hates black people is fun to ship at all. Like I could just make fun of you but just think with your little peanut baby brain for five seconds WHY you think it's okay to "go deeper" on an abusive racist's character at all. Lol

i mean, i shouldn't give you the benefit of a response because you've been rude but i will.

-

before reading: abuse is never an excuse to be a bad person, but it does help to explain why people act in certain ways. tldr: i could talk about this for hours but at the end of the day if a non-white person says "he's a racist" then i say okay and i won't argue with you,

but as you've asked for me to analyse it i will. the second his dad hit him, i got it. if you've been in that situation or a similar one, you get it in that second. does it excuse any of the shit billy did? no. but does his character suddenly have more depth? yes. so that's why it's okay to "go deeper", because the duffers made him deeper. sorry, complain to them for making a character with an abusive homelife. because the way i see billy is that he's been raised with abusively strict rules, to respect his dad's wishes. he has to do everything by the way his dad lives. dacre said he didn't see billy as racist and didn't play him as such, and though the duffers have said contradicting things (they've said both he is AND he isn't), they removed all of the racial slurs. but the implication in those scenes with lucas is that he is racist, yeah i'm not denying that.

because then you see the scene where billy's dad abuses him. and for people who've been through shit like that it clicks. i'm not saying abuse is an excuse to be racist and i'm not saying i want everyone to love the guy, hell i don't love the guy all the time, but i understand him. at the end of the series, billy doesn't give a fuck that max is going to the snowball with her black boyfriend - he knows she'll see lucas there and he doesn't say a word cos he doesn't care, because max has already made it very fucking clear that she's tough and she can handle it. but at the start of the series, when the pressure from his dad is high, he does care cos he's selfish as fuck and he's scared, and if his dad finds out that billy is letting max hang out with a black boy, he'll lose it.

that's how i see billy. is he a cunt? yeah. but he is a cunt because he's been abused, and that makes sense to me. being abused is never an excuse to do bad shit but the character is seventeen and no one's ever intervened, and that's where the fics and the shipping comes in. we don't write the billy direct from the show, we write billy as if someone had intervened. a billy that gets called out for his attitudes, a billy that realises the way things are is wrong, a billy that realises an apology will never be enough: an au billy. and i've done shit (nowhere near as bad as he has) that i had been raised to think was right, that has been ingrained in me from shitty parenting, and it's only in adulthood when someone sat me down and called me out on it that i learned. and mate i'm not sitting here stanning the guy who beat up black kids - i'm stanning the character potential. they could've given this abused angry kid background to robin and she'd have been the one i stanned. hell, if they'd developed johnathan a bit more, i'd be over there in byers-ville.

and abuse isn't an excuse to be racist, no fucking way, but does it explain/shed a light on why he's acting a certain way? yeah. but again, i'm not going to sit and tell you that he's not racist because if you see him as racist, then you have every right to and i'm not gonna convince you otherwise. i just think that the billy you see vs the billy we/dacre see is different.

if you ever read a harringrove fic, chances are the first thing they write him doing is apologising, leaving his abusive dad and explaining this shit. we're not writing and headcanoning an abusive racist billy, we're not sitting around rejoicing in him being racist. that's not the billy we see. we've basically made up our own billy, because the billy in the show is a dick, but the potential future billy could've been less so. and that's the truth.

#ann answers #a ramble #billy hargrove #harringrove #i said too much #i do respect the not gendering me tho #that was very respectful of the asker #pronouns are she/her #this is long im sorry

[jennajaeger]

My general feelings on my F/Os' canon love interests and how I picture my dynamic with each of them:

Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid):

Eric is MY GUY. BESTIE. HIMBO EXTRAORDINAIRE. We high five each other as we pass each other in the hallway because we both have the best wife in the world. Literally the epitome of this meme:

Me: "The stars are so beautiful tonight."

Eric: "You know who else is beautiful?"

Both of us in unison: *sighing dreamily* "Ariel~"

Keyleth (Critical Role: The Legend of Vox Machina):

So admittedly I have not finished the series yet but as far as I can tell, Vax and Keyleth have a very "right person, wrong time" type of relationship? Like, I get it, they're always gonna love each other, they're just never going to be in a place where they can BE together? And I mean......that works for me :P I feel marginally bad about stealing her man because she's so sweet and deserves a break, precious bean, but if it works it works <3

Meryl Stryfe & Milly Thompson (Trigun Stampede):

I felt so bad the moment I started watching the show because I was like "oh god another female character I'm gonna have to throw under the bus in the name of self shipping" but honestly so far in the 23 version I read their dynamic as platonic?? And just in general, I love her <3 She's a tough little cookie; and I haven't properly met Milly yet but I just know I'm gonna love her :P girl frankly you deserve to have Nick maybe you'll mellow him out a little good heavens XD

Helen Wick (John Wick franchise):

I will always have a moment to pay homage to our lord and savior Helen Wick who died to give us the best action franchise of the modern age, girl you were a real one and rest easy knowing I am going to RIDE THE TRAUMA OUT OF YOUR HUSBAND

Tess Marshall (Barbarian):

SHE DESERVES S O MUCH BETTER OH MY GOD I mean they both do, they're stuck in this terrible movie :P In a better world I would love to be friends with Tess, and act as Keith's filter because good lord boy you're cute but you're dumb as fuck sometimes XD Also if I ever see Keith's ex-gf I'm throwing hands

Alt Cunningham & Rogue (Cyberpunk 2077):

god I'm glad these two are Johnny's exes XD I'm sure I would have liked Alt a lot more had I known her when she was, y'know, alive, but as a......tech ghost or whatever, she's not a lot of fun :P As for Rogue, she's a bitch, I KNOW she's a bitch, and I respect her for it. She DID stab Johnny in the back though and I'm not about to let her forget it.

Alys Rivers & Helaena Targaryen (House of the Dragon):

I haven't properly met Alys yet but I'm looking forward to it, I feel like I'm gonna like her :P And Helaena is A SWEETHEART, an absolute darling, I would love to sit with her and have tea while she does her embroidery and listen to her talk about anything that comes into her pretty little head because THE GODS KNOW SOMEONE HAS TO. I will also be her "dump your shitty husband" friend so fast XD Like, LOOK AT AEMOND. LOOK AT HIM. HE'S RIGHT THERE GIRL I WILL SHARE.

Anyone Dream has ever been romantically involved with and yes I'm including Hob Gadling (The Sandman):

I have nothing but love and respect for Dream's past partners (Calliope babe I'd die for you) and I just love the idea that we have like, dinner together and they all just spill the tea about the shit Dream got up to in past decades :P

Vision (Marvel Cinematic Universe):

I have no problems with Viz, he was a good man. Wanda really could have done BETTER in my opinion, but y'know, she could have done a lot worse too, so :P And thanks to Viz we have the boys, Billy and Tommy <3

Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives):

I don't hate Martin. He's a sweetheart. But I need him to not even BREATHE in Jon's direction, because that is MY MAN. Nothing personal :P

Mikasa Akerman (Attack On Titan):

I will meet that bitch in the FUCKING PIT IT IS ON S I G H T LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!!!!!

#save tag #mine #long post

[josiebelladonna]

buckle up, because this is probably the biggest post against billie eilish i’ve written yet. i’m just going to be completely blunt: i need the world to stop giving her attention. in fact, the world needs the world to stop giving her attention. really, it’s for everyone’s own sake.

stop. just stop. just leave her to waste. don’t listen to her music, unfollow her, just leave her in the past. it’s obvious she doesn’t want the attention anyway: she doesn’t use the internet anymore, the thing that got her to where she is, and she doesn’t seem to realize this or even give a shit about her own fans, it feels like. i could be wrong, but certain things in life simply don’t need a complex explanation like that, especially when it looks bad.

“what do you mean?” i hear you ask. well, read on.

sometime ago, we’re talking a couple of years ago, i read her wiki page—i guarantee you it’s changed at this point, and i’ll explain that in a little bit. but there was one tidbit about it that i cannot stop thinking about.

you don’t know if the lyrics are based in truth or not. i remember it was something like being raised in a family of actors or something like that, but her lyrics skirt on reality and fantasy, so you don’t know if she’s telling the truth or not. you know, there’s a certain amount of trust that goes into storytelling, especially on a lyrical level, and especially if you get around to saying that you’re being honest—billie said it herself recently, people on the internet are gullible. they take things at surface level. when you say you’re being honest, they don’t realize that you mean that you’re performing in a way that’s honest to how you learned it, rather than on a lyrical level.

so, to anyone who thinks that she’s being real in her lyrics, i’m sorry to tell you this, i really am: but you’re being lied to. i think that was the thing that led me to begin questioning her, too, questioning her legitimacy and if she really is the real thing and if the things that she sings about actually happened or if she just made them up.

i wanted to clear this up before i pick the whole thing apart because i’m going to get really mean here.

first off, we have got to stop ignoring her cultural appropriation. she’s mainly influenced by rap and hip hop, and you can hear it in her voice, too, the inescapable voice of ebonics and black culture, appropriated by an upper middle class white girl who grew up sheltered in an affluent neighborhood in the very nice part of l.a. she was also caught saying racial slurs—on camera, no less. she “apologized” for it—it felt very half-assed, hence the quotation marks, and she kept doing it. i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again: if this was anyone else, you would never hear from them again.

“oh, but elvis and the beatles appropriated from black culture”

elvis and the beatles acknowledged where they came from and paid respects to it: elvis started out with gospel because he was surrounded by it, the beatles started out with r&b for the same reason. just because they were all white boys doesn’t mean they did it out of malevolence: they did it with their own spin and own garnishings on it and it just happened to blow up because of white audiences. billie grew up with rap but also her parents were really into rock n roll and jazz, so it feels weird that someone would appropriate mostly from a form of music that’s primarily black in this context. elvis and the beatles also didn’t stomp their feet and throw a temper tantrum when they found out that people don’t like them. i frankly don’t give a shit if she’s old enough to buy liquor now: that is textbook spoiled brat behavior, and every time news about her comes out now, it becomes more apparent to me.

“oh, but she’s got such a pretty voice!”

i don’t fucking care???? especially when music’s best and most memorable voices were anything but pretty. rather, they were unusual or they stood out in some way. bob dylan. janis joplin. lemmy. grace slick. eric burdon. kurt cobain. bruce springsteen. freddie mercury. chris cornell. layne staley. eddie vedder. brad nowell. michael jackson depending on who you ask, same with cher and madonna and also taylor swift. hell, elvis and the beatles themselves. plus, when i think of a pretty voice, i think of sarah maclachlan, jeff buckley, and karen carpenter, i don’t think of billie (probably because the three of them are legends). in fact, listen to “oxytocin” (which i keep wanting to call melatonin for some reason 😆), which is arguably the saving grace of an otherwise very forgettable album: my very first impression of that song, especially with her louder vocals, was “she sounds like avril.” really, not paying attention, it sounds like a weaker avril lavigne song: i’m just picturing that old camo shirt that avril used to wear when complicated came out, but minus the genuine attitude and skater kid vibe.

“she screams in happier than ever and she wears band shirts, a true rocker and survivor!”

poppy screamed in a number of her songs on i disagree, the album that came out after she split from titanic (which actually was an abusive relationship), and no one gave a shit—in fact, who, besides me, remembers that album getting nominated for a grammy for best metal performance? poppy’s screams are a lot better, too, like they feel genuine and strong. billie’s “”””””screams”””””” are not only shoved into the background (which feels like a complete cop out to me, like… if you’re going to do that, commit) but they sound more like disgruntled yells than anything. this doesn’t sound like heartbreak, she sounds like jerry seinfeld telling kramer to stop eating all my food and get THE HELL OUT OF MY APARTMENT! i actually kind of felt bad for laughing, tbh. i was genuinely disappointed, like i thought it was going to be like “don’t” by dinosaur jr, 10 minutes of lou barlow shrieking his lungs out. and honestly, who fucking cares about band tees anymore, especially with the amount of bullshit bands have to deal with now. like whoop-de-freaking-do, she wore a blondie shirt, it’s free advertising for debbie harry and good job making fans feel used, too—i guess she also wore new york knicks swag the other night and i’m not going to ask if she’s been to a game but… really think about this for a moment. you never see her at concerts. you never see her out in public unless she’s wearing something like that, either. you have to dig around to read about her, as if someone on her end has made it a challenge to find out anything about her to get to know her and feel closer to her, god forbid. “how is what i wear news?” she asks in one of her songs that i just randomly remembered. BECAUSE YOU MADE IT THAT WAY, BILLIE! people don’t have anything to talk about with you so they pick out your wardrobe and your relationships. you are not an open book, you’re a walking mannequin. i don’t think it’s a “young and dumb” thing, either, especially with the perception that she’s supposedly “wise beyond her years”, especially since she grew up surrounded by show business with her mother and her grandparents being actors. …jesus crotch-kicking christ, are you kidding me?

if anything, it feels hollow, especially after my pointing out that you don’t know if it’s real or not. she grew up well off and sheltered, and she willfully dates men way older than her and no one in her family gives a fuck, which is absolutely a rich people attitude (i will always find it weird that her brother is dating a woman who looks just like her, too). i mean, it really does feel like an act when you think about it.

someone like phoebe bridgers or olivia rodrigo or lady gaga or miley, i get completely: a girl who plays guitar is going to rock a veruca salt shirt; a girl who grew up listening to pearl jam and does a song that extrapolates from elvis costello; a girl who grew up bombarded by music are going to collaborate with tony bennett and do a country album; and another girl who grew up with music is going to show up at a def leppard concert, cover bob dylan, collaborate with the flaming lips, and do a whole-ass rock album. but billie? she seems completely random to me, like i don’t know what to make of her most of the time. it’s like there’s no cake under the frosting there even if you watch interviews with her (am i being unfair? maybe. but when i think about other female musicians who are larger than life right now and have huge fanbases, they usually have something to back it up to give themselves depth. it’s why every time you see katy perry or bebe rexha, you kinda wonder what they’re still doing here. it’s starting to become the same story with her when i think about it). i mean, really, how do we know she’s even a fan of anything? aside from her parents being into music, she’s really never elaborated on it and what other music she seems to like comes completely out of nowhere. it reminds me of those popular girls i’d see at school and they would have their phones out and play the shittiest of shit (this is back when ringtone rap was in vogue, too) at full volume at lunchtime and they would wear like a misfits shirt at the same time and yet, it was impossible to tell if they knew who glenn danzig or jerry only is. that shit just brings out the judgmental nature in people and it’s made worse by the fact that you don’t know if she’s being honest about it or not.

by the way, as for happier than ever itself. there are some songs that she does that i don’t like but i totally get the appeal of, like i was hearing bad guy on tv practically all the time last year. i’ll actually find myself humming it at times, too. i get why some of her songs are hits. but with all this in mind, it should make sense that i have never EVER seen the appeal of happier than ever. aside from my disappointment, it’s a boring, overrated song (and again, keeping up with the theme of the poor man’s avril lavigne) with an overrated, cliché, kind of obnoxious video that i only got the gist of because things are better for me than they were in summer 2020, and it really doesn’t help that the meaning of it is rendered completely pointless once “male fantasy” comes on. which… leads me to my next point.

“she’s feminist, though!”

bitch is misandrist in every sense of the word. every single sense. i can’t find it now, but there was a gifset floating around on here based on an interview she did in 2019, i think it was, where she quite literally asks, “why are men so ugly? why do pretty girls always go with such shitty men?” and to drive this home, she once said—you can’t make this shit up—“i like girls” for seemingly no reason. people accused her of queerbaiting, which i didn’t buy into: no, this is someone who has serious issues with men to the point of hating them despite being with the genuinely creepy ones. she is just one of many women in a whole generation who have issues with men and doesn’t seem to care.

how many more times does this need to be said: you cannot expect progress if you build one side up and bash the other at the same time. and building up the one side in favor of the other ironically winds up being a form of prejudice in its own right. it’s glossing over any flaws there might be, which is actually very dehumanizing and arguably worse than straight up saying you hate them. she isn’t “wise beyond her years”, either: she was born in late 2001, so she grew up with the internet. next to hollywood, she grew up exposed to the blogosphere and social media, just like my former friend who dumped me a couple of months back: a person who was born in 1999 and made a facebook account when they were 11 and lied about their age for years. there’s no wisdom to be had there: they just read what the adults at the granular level were saying and regurgitated it and got away with it because they were kids. plus, she was at the metgala the other day, too, and the theme of it this year celebrated a man who was known to treat women and minorities horribly. happier than ever is starting to feel incredibly hollow now, isn’t it? like i said, i get why her songs are hits… but i also get why you don’t really hear them anymore, and when you do, it’s not often and it’s usually not in the best context, either. saw someone use “you should see me in a crown” for the coronation the other day (i used to really like that song, too) and it made my skin crawl. some of them, especially that “your power” one, are very quickly becoming hollow because there’s no cake under the frosting.

“she herself is so pretty”

preparing to take a swing at a hornet’s nest here.

…

okay.

NO SHE IS NOT. even without everything i talked about, i wouldn’t touch her with a 10-foot pole. really, it’s not just my preference talking, either: i’m pansexual, i like men and women and those in between of all shapes and sizes, but… do you ever see someone who, for seemingly no reason, just puts a pit in your stomach and makes you feel really uneasy, like they can’t be trusted? that’s what i get from her. it’s almost like dealing with a used car salesman: there’s something off-putting and slimy about her but you can’t really put your finger on it, and when you go back to look, someone edited it so it’s different from the first time. she is not attractive. if anything, she’s kind of gross. for some reason, i think of the smell of a public bathroom after it’s been cleaned. it smells clean, but it’s artificial, though, and you can’t completely rid of the stench of shit, either. i see her smile and it’s got this unshakable smarminess to it.

i liked her with blonde hair, though, that fit her complexion, but solid black hair ages her by about 15 years (it’s a little weird, too, because i liked the black hair with green roots). i don’t know why you would look like rose mcgowan before she went batshit insane or shannen doherty before she got sick other than to make yourself look less like you and more like a 30-something mom in the late nineties. i completely loathe her fashion sense, too: that’s even weirder because i was initially drawn to her because she was more tomboy. but when she started wearing more uncomfortable-looking corsets and dresses that looked like they were thrown together the night before, it made me realize just how trashy she is. it’s like it contrasts her street wear and makes it seem worse than it is. i keep saying this, but calling anything about her beautiful is on par with telling someone with an ugly baby that their kid is beautiful: you feel like you have to or everyone will call you an asshole.

“all the celebrities like her, though”

good for them. plus, why are you bringing them into it? i thought we were becoming increasingly anti-celebrity in the wake of the lockdowns. like who cares what these people think, especially when some of them are as bad as her?

it honestly makes me physically ill when i think about people like alex skolnick, aka my crush, or charlie benante giving this fucking bitch praise. (it’s so weird coming out of alex, too, given he’s got a bullshit meter more sensitive than most radar detectors) but like, are you guys even aware that she actually really only got famous because the fallout from the dr. luke scandal left a gaping void in pop music and because of the ingrained white supremacy of our society (that will eventually kill us if we don’t rectify it pronto)? and that when a band like paramore publicly disowned one of their songs because they felt it was problematic but performed it with her only tells me everyone is playing favorites rather than actually standing for something? it completely baffles me how she gets away with shit that other people would get reprimanded for. i mean, really, why did we banish someone like louis c.k. for several years after he apologized for what he did, but ~the great billie~ gets praise, grammy awards, and her own fucking host slot on snl after publicly calling men ugly and performing misery business at coachella? what on earth was even the point of #metoo and anything feminist?

take turning red, for example. a movie made by a team of asian-canadian women telling a story about asian girls in canada. you would think they enlisted an asian musician to keep things uniform NOPE. they got her stupid ass. i’ll tell you this, though, i didn’t even realize she did the soundtrack for that movie until todd in the shadows talked about it in his year end review back in january. that was honestly telling to me, that a disney movie can get her to do the soundtrack and no one bats an eye. it kind of gives me hope, too: her shtick is starting to wear thin because… it is, and there wasn’t really much meat to it to begin with, anyways.

“she’s just being herself”

i hate when people say this, especially with her. like, if you’re going to say this, say it with other women and say it often, too. because it’s bullshit. bullshit. BULLSHIT. B U L L S H I T. BULL FUCKING SHIT. hey, you know what? people said that about marilyn manson and look what happened to him after a while. his image became increasingly bastardized and he lost a lot of his edge, too, and this was well before evan rachel wood spoke out about him, too.

saying racist slurs, (half-assedly) apologizing for them, and then continuing with it while being covertly hateful is not the definition of “being yourself”. and if it is… there is something horribly wrong with all of you. there is something horribly wrong with the world that this little liar gets everything and yet other alternative acts are not even given the time of day most of the time.

billie eilish brings out the absolute worst in people, just this pervasive sense of hypocrisy all for the sake of her being “alternative” or different, and no one seems to realize or care that she is an awful human being and it arguably makes her music even worse. excuse me, but lorde, lana del rey, and avril herself were all doing the whole alternative thing well before she showed up, and neither of those women are as hateful or mean-spirited as her. again, why does she get away with bullshit others would get reprimanded for, especially when we really don’t know what happened? frankly, i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that i don’t think for one second that she was abused by someone, especially when she continually willfully seeks out men older than her and we really don’t have evidence that she was traumatized or troubled by anything. the lyrics on happier than ever are fucking pathetic and they really don’t tell you anything, either. plus, i cannot give someone sympathy who doesn’t learn their lesson, and i can only assume that it didn’t even happen and she was trolling us all for the sake of views and stardom. and if my assumptions are correct, she’s a disgrace.

but i say, quit while you’re all ahead. stop supporting her. but also, really pay attention to her because someone who deliberately bars attention from their personal life à la not taking photos with their “partner” tells me that they’re hiding something really sick and twisted. and i bet you money it’s got nothing to do with her allegedly being abused, either. i’m starting to see the world kinda come around on my side with that, too: she dropped a collaboration with labrinth for that show euphoria some time ago that trended for about an hour and no one on instagram said a word about it. plus about a week ago, for a brief moment, i saw “free billie eilish” trending on twitter (it was real brief, too, not even a 1000 tweets, but i just happened to catch it, though), and after googling, i found out it was some dude on the ktla tower down south with a banner that read that, and the press’ reaction was one of “sir, this is an arby’s”. it was honestly incredible.

i’m cynical but somewhere inside me, there is still hope. and i hope we can lock her ass in the past and never have to think about her again.

#text #long reads #billie eilish

[issdisgrace]

TURN OF EVENTS​

WARNINGS: Fighting, swearing, blood, f slur​

I was at a party that Steve was throwing. He always threw parties, but I enjoyed attending them. So when it was around 9 o’clock, here comes the one and only Steve Harrington, to tell me that Billy was about to pound Jason’s face in. Billy had promised that he wouldn’t start shit or fight, so to say I was pissed that he didn’t keep his promise was an understatement. Sighing, I followed Steve outside into the backyard where the fight was happening. Upon seeing me, the crowd split, letting me get to the center where the fight was happening with ease. Walking towards the center, I see Jason and Billy fighting. Billy was on top of him, punching him repeatedly in the face. 

“Billy Hargrove.” I said in a loud and stern voice.

Billy stopped upon hearing his name come out of my mouth. He looked over her shoulder at me, then back at Jason, debating what was better, beating the shit out of Jason or pissing his boyfriend off even more than he already had. 

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” Billy gets off of Jason and starts walking over to me. Jason got up quickly after and brushed himself off. Jason decided it was a good idea to say,

“Yeah, run back to your owner. Like the dog you are, faggot.” I don’t know what Jason thought would happen. I am literally a 6’4 goth with a record of violence when people start shit. So before anyone could stop me, I was on him. Punching the shit out of him. Blood soon covered Jason’s face and my hands. I was so angry I didn’t know Billy was behind me until I heard him whisper in my ear, “Real it in. I doubt your father would like to hear you beat someone to death?”

I nod and get off of Jason. Looming over him, Billy at my side. I placed my combat boot on his chest, putting enough pressure so he couldn’t get up.

“If you ever say shit like you did again. I will gut like a fucking deer and hang your carcass up to dry. Don’t think that just because my father is the fucking sheriff, I won’t because I will.” I put more pressure onto his chest until a loud crack is heard. He screams out in pain. As he screams in pain, I take my boot off him, spit on him, and start walking away. Billy following me. As we walk to my car, Billy said, “That was fucking hot.” 

“Oh, is that right?”

“Yeah, it fucking was.”

“Hmm, glad you think so. Now let’s go home. I’m sure my father has heard about it already. Shit spreads like wildfire.”

“Sounds good.” We get in on our respective sides of the car. The drive to my house was only 25 minutes and by the time we got back, my father’s car was in my driveway. Getting out of the car and heading into the house, we find my father pacing in the living room. Upon noticing us, he says,

“The fuck were you thinking? You dumb‌ boy. God knows what his parents are going to do.”

“I’ll deal with it if shit happens. But he shouldn’t have run his mouth if he didn’t want a broken rib or something.”

“That doesn’t mean you can beat the shit out of someone.”

“Yes, it does. He called me Billy’s owner and billy a fucking dog than on top of all of that, he called Billy a faggot. I ain’t taking shit from him or anyone else, and I hope everyone takes what I did to Jason as a warning. Because I’ll gladly do it again.”

“Jesus Christ. I love you and I’m glad you stand up for yourself and your boyfriend, but you can’t do shit like what you did every time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Anything else you want to add?”

“No. I’ll call you later and tell you what’s gonna happen.”

“Alright. Now will you get out of my house? I have some business to handle.” My dad grumbles and shakes his head before taking his leave.

I look down at Billy and smile.

“Let’s get to business.”

“Let’s.”

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x reader

[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L  |  T H R E E

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   t h r e e  |  j e a l o u s y

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 4.3k warnings: angst tbh. and not the healthiest relationship but ya know what it’s billy so we persevere, unwanted advances, more angst x

I had a request for a jealous billy, so I hope you like my take on it x

That was the third time in the last thirty minutes that Steve Shit-For-Brains Orth touched you. Three fucking times. The first two times he was willing to look past but the third? Fuck no. The asshole, who was sitting with his clunky arm on the back of your chair, had not-so-casually rubbed his thumb along your spine, inciting a rather surprised look from you and a rather murderous one from Billy.

Of course, Steve couldn’t see the rage practically oozing from Billy, but boy was it there. Especially when you went out of your way to lean further into your desk as though to avoid his grabby little hands.

But that didn’t stop Steve.

Billy could see the frustration on your face as you fought to keep your cool in front of your classmates as his hand dipped beneath the desk to give your thigh a firm squeeze.

The same thighs that Billy’s face had been buried in just this morning.

All Billy saw was red as you pushed Steve’s hand away, muttering something to him under your breath before raising your hand to excuse yourself. With an anger so palpable radiating from his every pore, Billy watched you leave the classroom and thought of the various ways he could kill that fucker before you returned.

“Billy,” the girl, Sam, he’d been paired up with groused, “are you even paying attention?”

“No,” he simply said, barely hearing her above the sound of his own blood coursing to his ears. “Sorry.”

He wasn’t sorry, of course, only irate. The vein in his neck pulsed against his skin as his blood pressure skyrocketed. This was the type of thing that drove him to the brink of insanity when it came to having to keep the two of you a secret for the sake of his plan. It was bad enough that he couldn’t parade you around like he wanted to, even worse that he knew, deep down, that your little arrangement hurt you beyond belief – but this? Watching you get pawed by these dickheads all the while he was forced to take a backseat?

He couldn’t stomach it.

His knuckles were white from the grip he had on his pencil but even as he felt it splinter off into his palm, his grip never waned. Not for a second. It was either that or kill Steve Orth and, while that sounded great, he couldn’t. Not yet, at least.

Just as the pressure of the pencil in his hand got to be too much, you waltzed back into the room with your head held high, seemingly unfazed by the naked eye – but Billy saw right through it. He knew you, more than either of you would like to admit, and he could see the irritation as clear as day in those gorgeous eyes of yours as Steve smirked playfully up at you from where he sat.

Subtly, you gave Billy a gentle nod, silently talking him down from doing anything stupid in the middle of the classroom, before taking your seat yet again.

Thankfully, Steve managed to keep his hands off of you for the remainder of the class but, unbeknownst to both you and Steve, that assholes fate had been sealed. Billy might not have been able to do anything to him yet, but he would. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

The bell eventually rang out and Billy, wasting no time at all, pushed himself off of his desk and walked up beside you. “You okay?” He asked, but his eyes were trained on Steve who was much too busy high-fiving one of his friends to notice Billy’s murderous stare.

“I’m fine, Billy,” you laughed, “he’s an idiot, but he’s a harmless idiot.”

“Harmless?” Billy’s voice was low and impressively tame considering the fact that beneath it all, his blood was boiling. “He has no right to touch you.”

Glancing over your shoulder you smiled at one of the other cheerleaders before looking back at Billy. “I appreciate the concern, Billy, but I’m fine.”

That casual tone of yours just about killed him every single time. It was a punch to the gut compared the woman he had all to himself behind closed doors. This version of you, this censored version, was just a part of the charade, he knew that much, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

The rest of your classmates slowly filtered out of the room, eventually leaving you and Billy alone as you tossed your notebook into your bag. That weighty stare of his was ever present, but you pretended not to notice in fear of someone walking in. Billy Loomis was a lot of things, but subtle, he was not.

At least where you were concerned.

“That’s bullshit,” he seethed, “someone ought to show that fucker he can’t just go around touching what isn’t his. He—”

“What isn’t his?” A bitter laugh tumbled out of your lips. “I’m not a piece of fucking meat, Billy. I’m not his, sure, but I’m not yours, either.”

You watched the muscle in Billy’s jaw clench and that vein in his neck that always seemed to swell whilst he was under pressure visibly strained and pulsed before your very eyes. “I didn’t say you were,” he muttered, “I just meant that he needs to learn some respect.”

“He does,” you agreed, “but that’s not your job to teach him.”

Leaning against the desk, he ran a hand through his hair and glowered across at you. “I could tell it bothered you, so why the hell are you defending him?”

You rolled your eyes and swung your bag over your shoulder. “I’m not defending him, Billy. Steve’s an asshole, we all know this, but I don’t want you to get in shit thinking it’s your job to defend me. I can look after myself, Billy. I promise.” With another futile glance towards the door, you reached forward and gently ran your thumbnail against his bottom lip. “Besides, you’re too cute for a fistfight.”

Upon dropping your hand back down at your side, Billy caught it and gave it a squeeze. “I can’t help it if I get heated about all these assholes. Look at you.”

“You can help it, actually,” you laughed. “Don’t engage, first off. And, secondly,” you leaned in a little closer so that your lips were dangerously close to his ear, “try to remember who it is I’m fucking at the end of the day, hmm?” You pulled away and offered him a quick wink before walking out of the classroom. “See you at lunch, Loomis.”

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“All I’m saying is that if he didn’t want me giving sage advice to those renting a fucking movie, then why hire me in the first place?” Randy asked with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

You, Tatum, Sid and Randy were all outside eating at the fountain whilst waiting for the other two idiots to join. Pushing your sunglasses further up your nose you smirked across at Randy. “Randy, you told the guy not to rent the movie. Your job is to make people want to watch these movies.” You popped a carrot into your mouth. “How you’re still employed is truly a mystery.”

“That’s the thing,” he laughed, “he fired me!”

“Shocking,” Sid chuckled, “what did you say when he fired you?”

Randy stole a celery stick out of your Tupperware container and bit down. “Nothing, I kept working. Fire me? Not on my watch. No thanks.”

With a shake of your head, you stretched out your legs on the concrete slab of the fountain and found Stu bounding towards you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you guys hear?” He asked, swooping down to kiss Tatum’s cheek. “Our man, Billy, snapped.”

You froze mid-bite and immediately looked at Sid who had sat up looking concerned as ever. “What?” She asked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Billy and Steve, man,” Stu laughed and snatched a carrot stick from your stash. “The two of them got into it during one coach’s drills and Billy just,” he bawled his hand into a fist and slapped it against his other hand. A resounding smack echoed out around you. “Clobbered him, man. It was awesome!”

With your appetite long gone, you slowly swung your legs back onto the ground and pinched your brow. You were raging. Not only had the idiot ignored you by engaging with Steve, but he’d gone ahead and fought him, too.

“What?” Sidney croaked. “W-Why would he do that? He’s never been the type to just fight someone like that. Did Steve do something to provoke him?”

You chewed on your lip and stared ahead as Stu merely shrugged. “Don’t think so,” he stole another carrot and grinned at something in the distance. “Ask him yourself, here he comes.”

Your blood was boiling beneath your skin as you watched Billy casually waltz over to your group as though he wasn’t wielding one hell of a fucking bruise on his cheek, accentuated perfectly with a small, clean slice along his cheekbone that would almost surely scar. The fucking moron.

“Billy!” Sid gasped, jumping up to tend to her boyfriend’s injuries.

You, on the other hand, forever the other woman, remained dutifully planted on the edge of the fountain. Not that you would have tended to him in any way, shape, or form in that instance. In fact, you weren’t sure you could trust yourself not to add to the mess on his face.  

“I’m fine,” he muttered, giving her hand a quick kiss as she gently observed his cheek. “Things just got heated on the field, is all.”

“You should see the other guy,” Stu beamed, “I hear Steve lost a tooth!”

Your anger swelled, momentarily blinding you as the rest of your friends laughed and asked for a play-by-play of events. Not quite trusting yourself, you pushed yourself up from the edge of the fountain wall and grabbed your bag. “I’ll see you guys later,” you hummed, not looking up at the bruised idiot in fear or snarling at him.

“You don’t want to stay for story time?” Stu asked, looking between you and Billy in amusement.

“Can’t.” Smacking on what you only hoped was a convincing smile, you shook your head and gestured to the school. “Forgot I had a meeting with Miss Wills about getting my biology grade up.”

Just before you turned on your heel to head back into the school, you just managed to catch Billy’s eye as he dutifully sat beside Sidney. She was leaning into him, gently prodding the scar along his cheek with a concerned frown marring her pretty face. He, on the other hand, was staring evocatively across at you with a small frown of his own.

Clearing your throat, you waved them off rather quickly before heading back inside of the school. You were too angry to care about how you felt the weight of his stare all over you before finally disappearing from sight.

»»-------------¤-------------««

You locked your bedroom door that night and closed your curtains to avoid rolling over and seeing the idiot that was currently plaguing your every thought staring back at you from the second story of your house. In fact, that was what you did for the next three nights all the while managing to avoid Billy Loomis as much as humanly possible whilst at school.

So far, he had tried on four separate occurrences to get you alone. Whether it was subtly nodding towards an empty classroom with the gang around or lingering by your desk after English in hopes of pinning you down for a chat, it was obvious that Billy was desperate to talk with you. To smooth things over. To move on from this rather ugly display of jealousy.

But you weren’t. And, honestly, you weren’t sure if you were going to be any time soon, if at all.

A small dose of jealousy was only normal every once in a while. Not healthy, by any means, but a normal part of any relationship. Only this relationship you and Billy had was anything but normal. He had a girlfriend. A lovely, kind girlfriend who would have given him the world three times over if he asked. So just how Billy was the one with the audacity to be jealous made no sense.

Whenever you thought about it, you got mad. The injustice of it all was truly something you couldn’t wrap your head around. Just how Billy Loomis, the one with a girlfriend, could get jealous of a guy you were barely even acquaintances with really threw you for a loop. And yet you, the asshole who had somehow fallen in love with him, had to quietly take a seat and watch him dote over another girl in public.

Dote over your best friend.

Oh, the irony was delicious.

Tossing the book you’d been reading aside, you let out a quiet groan and closed your eyes as you heard the familiar jiggle of your window. It, like it had been for days, was still locked, thankfully, and your curtains still drawn in fear of seeing him.

The commotion tonight, was brief. He only tried for a second or two before you heard him meander his way back down to ground level. With an annoyed sigh, you reached for your book only to stop dead in your tracks when your doorbell rang out through your whole house.

Shooting up from your bed, you immediately lunged for the door and held your ear to it as your mother quietly complained about just who it could possibly be at this hour of the night.

Please be anyone else, please be anyone else, please be—”

“Oh, Billy,” your mother gushed. She’d always liked Billy. The traitor. “It’s awful late, is everything okay?”

Furling your brow, you pressed your ear further into your door and heard Billy’s deep voice say something – something probably charming – before your mother’s voice called up to you.

“Y/N, sweetie,” she beckoned, “Billy Loomis is here.”

You opened and shut your mouth several times over as you thought of your next few words. Somehow swearing at him from where you stood didn’t seem like the best idea with your parents in the house so, instead, you opted for the next best option.

You said nothing.

Holding your breath, you stood at the head of your room in nothing more than your flannel sleep shorts and tank top while hoping beyond hope that Billy would be ushered out of your house.

“I’m afraid she might be sleeping, dear,” your mother sympathetically cooed, “was there something you needed?”

Pressing your ear tighter to the wood, you barely made out the words ‘book’ and ‘homework’ before another sympathetic cluck escaped your mom’s lips. “And it’s due tomorrow?”

Bastard.

You panicked. His ploy was obviously to come up here and search for a book that didn’t exist all the while your parents carried on with their regular scheduled programming downstairs – but your parents weren’t dumb, nor were they naïve. Surely, your mother would offer to come up and root around for whatever it was he lied and said you had before she would inevitably have to wake you up in order to deliver the goods to the lying Loomis.

Your anger pulsed as realization dawned on you.

You had to go downstairs.

“Did you say something?” You asked, feigning innocence as you pushed your door open and made your way down, barely glancing at Billy who still stood in your entryway. “What are you doing here?”

Billy licked his lips. “I, uh, wanted to swing by and pick up the book for our English assignment. I think you must have grabbed mine, too, when you were putting your stuff away.”

“Nope,” you shrugged, “I don’t have it.”

Billy awkwardly smiled across at your parents before looking back at you. “You sure?”

“Positive,” you replied coolly. “Maybe you left it at Sid’s house?”

His shoulders briefly fell at your tone and, for a split second, you felt your heart fall into your stomach. You knew you were hurting him with the callousness of your words, but you had to stick to your guns this time around for your own sanity.

“Guess I must have misplaced it,” he wryly admitted. “Sorry for the intrusion, Mrs. Y/L/N.” His eyes flickered to you. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You nodded, prepared to watch him leave, but before he could get a foot out of the door, your mother stopped him.

“Wait, Billy,” she ran out of the living room and into the kitchen, leaving you and Billy alone for all of three seconds before she shuffled back in. “Here,” she held out a dish packed to the brim with Shepard’s Pie. “I know your dad’s been working a lot of late nights so dinner’s might not be the most well-balanced, but a growing boy has to eat.”

Feeding the enemy. Typical.

“Y/N made it,” she bragged, unwittingly fanning the flames of annoyance in your chest. “It’s delicious, too.”

Touched, Billy grabbed the Tupperware container from your mom before glancing at you. He knew you could cook, you’d cooked for him several times in the span of your friendship – long before the two of you began…doing whatever it was you were doing – but as he accepted the container, there was an emotion there that was much too raw and real for you to try and decompress.

You realized, slowly, that your mother’s offering of Shepard’s Pie was probably the first time a maternal figure had paid him any mind since his own mother had walked out on him all those months back.

Your stomach dropped at the thought.

“Y/N is a great cook,” he agreed. This time, his voice was much quieter. “And thank you again, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

Once again, you watched him turn on his heel to leave the house but, with that niggling feeling of guilt twisting inside of your belly, you opened your mouth before you could so much as think to stop yourself.

“I’ll walk you out,” you muttered, flashing your mother a fleeting smile. “Be right back.”

Slipping on some shoes, you ignored Billy’s obviously surprised face as he lingered in the doorway before finally looking across at him. “Let’s go.”

The night was brisk as the two of you strolled towards his car in silence. You shivered absentmindedly as your pajamas offered no real sense of protection from the chill before glancing at Billy. Naturally, his eyes were already on you.

“Do you think your mother’s watching us right now?”

“Knowing her?” You shrugged. “Probably.”

He swallowed hard. “We should talk about what happened.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I know what happened. You saw Steve touch me and got irrationally jealous over it and, rather than deal with it like a grown man, you punched him and he lost his fucking tooth.”

A flicker of anger crossed over his handsome features. “It’s not that simple, Y/N, he—”

“That is probably the only simple thing about our little situation, Billy,” you acknowledged quietly. “You got jealous and you punched a guy. Doesn’t get simpler than that.”

“He deserved it,” he argued. “He’s a moron and shouldn’t have touched you. Do you know how hard it is to see that and not defend you the way I wanted to while it was happening?”

“Defend me?” You sneered. “Or stake your claim on me? No offence, Billy, but the entire male population of our school could ask me on a date tomorrow, and you’d have no fucking say in the matter. Whether they touch me or ask me out or anything, because you and I aren’t a thing.”

Billy chewed on his bottom lip as his grip on the Tupperware tightened considerably. “Yes, we are.” His voice was eerily calm despite the panic surging through his chest. “I love you, I told you that at the cornfield and I meant it. I fucking love you, Y/N.”

“You did,” you said, “and my feelings haven’t changed but you can’t be blind to the fact that this isn’t working, Billy. You getting jealous over me getting unwanted attention from a guy all the while expecting me to sit there and watch you and Sid flaunt your shit all over town?” You could feel your eyes begin to water as your emotions got the better of you, but you wouldn’t cry in front of him. You wouldn’t dare. “I’m supposed to sit there and trust what you’re telling me. That you will break up with Sid, that you do love me, that, if things were different, it would be me you’d be with and only me. But one guy squeezes my thigh and you lose your shit? Where’s the fucking sense in that?”

“I fucked up,” Billy admitted, his bravado long gone. “I see that now, I fucked up. But --”

“But,” you scoffed. “See, there it is. An excuse. I don’t want your excuses anymore, Billy. I want you and while I thought that was enough, I’m seeing it’s not that easy anymore. Not if you get to act like this unhinged asshole whenever I get a sliver of attention.”

You watched Billy’s eyes search your face as his hands trembled. He wanted to reach out and cradle your face, you could tell that much, but – tale as old as time – with an audience, even if it was just a possibility that it was your mother, he remained still. “Don’t do this to me, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice shaky. “Please. I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sosorry.”

“I just think we need to take some time away from each other,” you muttered. “For our own sanity.”

“No,” Billy argued, stepping towards you in desperation. “No, Y/N, I need you. Please don’t do this.”

“I think you need to either make a decision with Sid or be more open with me about what the fuck is going on inside of that head of yours. You can’t go around punching people because you get jealous, Billy. And, until you figure your shit out, I think we should stop this. Whatever this is between us.”

“It’s a relationship,” Billy’s brows furrowed in outrage. “Two people who fucking love each other is a relationship, Y/N.”

A sad smile broke out across your face as you stared up at the starry sky above you. “Two people who love each other but can’t show it. Who have to hide whenever people are around in fear or being seen as anything more than good pals.” You shook your head and met his frenzied stare. “That’s not a relationship, Billy. That’s fucked up. We’re fucked up.” You sniffed and gestured down to the Tupperware in his hands. “Enjoy your food. I’m going back inside now, and I meant what I said. We need some time apart so, please, don’t come around here anymore. At least not until…” you let the sentence hang in the air, unsure of your next few words.

��Until what?” He was clinging to your every word but there was an anger so palpable radiating off of him that made you take a small step back. “Until you decide that you don’t want me anymore? Walk away and leave me like my mother did?”

You cocked your head to the side and hoped like hell the hurt you felt at that accusation didn’t directly show on your face. “If you truly think I would do that, Billy, then we’re even more fucked up than I thought.” You sniffed and began to turn back to your house. “I have a lot of faith in you, Billy, and a whole hell of a lot of trust. It’s about time you showed me that same consideration.”

The raw emotion on his face was jarring and almost made you hang back long enough to console him like you would any other time, but you couldn’t. If he couldn’t trust you, what the hell hope did either of you have at this becoming a real thing? Walking back to your house, your heart broke and any emotion you fought so desperately to keep down began to bubble to the surface. But you wouldn’t break down though, at least not yet.

You always had your cards on the table when it came to Billy Loomis and it was about time that he started showing his, as well.

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Reader- 27 (Part 3/Finale)

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Alright you weenies, here’s the last part of 27....

I realized I’ve also made an error, I forgot that they already killed her other boyfriend, so let’s say the ex they killed in the previous chapter was a different ex.

leggo

...

Today was the day and you were excited.

Vengeance, the cherry on top, the final piece of this damned puzzle. You had snapped. You were completely bloodthirsty now and you WISHED someone would try to stop you. You had come a long way. A VERY long way. It was safe to say both Billy and Stu rubbed off on you a tremendous amount and you were absolutely fucking ready!

It didn’t help that you had two killers hyping you up to all hell. From Billy whispering how many hours were left in the day to Stu commenting about how hot he’d think it would be to have sex in a pool of blood.

When it came time to leave, the boys offered to walk you home.

“So who you gonna get first?” Billy held your hand as Stu stood your opposite side with an arm around your shoulder. 

“Definitely the old man.” you declared. “I want to watch the life leave his eyes. He’s the reason behind all this.”

“How so?” Stu asked.

“He’s convinced I’m not really his child, he’s been trying to get me out of that house since I turned 12...” the guys noticed your significant mood change. “Nevermind that.” you shook your head. “My mom can fuck off with the rest of them, her and her can-do-no-wrong, perfect home bullshit.” you seethed. “I’ll explain while everything’s going down.”

...

“I’m home...if anyone gives a shit.” you grumbled the last part. You walked in to see your mother and father along with Hannah’s mother and father. They were all sitting at the table. Hannah’s mom and dad were bawling their yes out while your parents comforted them.

“Y/N...I’m glad your here.” you father spoke up. “We were talking about funeral arrangements.”

“For the daughter you wish you had instead of me? Not interested.” you rolled your eyes. “If you need me, I’ll be doing homework. Parentals, friends. Friends parentals.” you shortly introduced Billy and Stu to your folks. 

“Nice to meet you.” Billy managed to express. Stu put on a fake smile and waved. 

“Keep your door open so we can hear you!”

“Why would I close the door? You guys would just kick it open anyways.” you grunted. 

You had no reason to be cordial with your family anymore, just because they wanted to put on a show for your guests, you’d give them a damn show.

“Y/N don’t talk to your mother like that.”

“Then I’ll talk to Hannah’s family.” you turned to the two mortified adults.

You could see Billy and Stu out of the corner of your eyes, both looking like they were about to burst out laughing.

“Y/N we have nothing against you.” Hannah’s mom wept. “We knew Hannah could be a bit much.”

“Hannah was much? Oh No Mrs. Doyle. Your husband screwing around with your teenage secretary was much.” you crossed your arms. “Your daughter was a fucking nightmare and I’m glad no one has to put up with her shit anymore.”

You wanted to see just how far you could take this before your parents exploded. 

“Y/N L/N!” Your father rose from his seat, ready to storm over.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Stu was first to stand in front of you. “Mr. L/N with all due respect, I’d advise you against that.”

“And just who do you think you are?” 

“The man whose about to be responsible for your funeral if you take another step.” Billy stood next to Stu, the both of them making a human wall, separating you from them. “Geez Y/N you weren’t kidding.”

“You should see our security camera footage.” you scoffed. 

“Well this has been a lovely chat but we really must be going.” Mrs. Doyle stood to her feet. 

“Oh nononono~” Billy sang with conviction. “Sit your asses down...let’s play a little game.” (I know Saw hadn’t been made yet, just go with it.)

...

Watching back the camera footage hurt a lot more than you thought it would. You couldn’t imagine how everyone else was feeling. Both of Hannah’s parents were tied up with blindfolds over their eyes. Stu had knocked out your dad and tied him to the table while Billy handled your mom, duct-taping her hands and wrists to a chair...

“Look at that. An innocent little girl...” Billy shook his head as he listed to your parents berate you to your face. You blocked everything out while you watched. How Hannah and her would smile in your face all the while being your biggest tormentors. How you couldn’t tell your mother or father because they never believed you the first ten times you tried. 

It was all crashing down on you now.

There was an eerie silence as your crying voice filled your own ears. You were used to crying yourself to sleep by that time. All of this happening a little before you met the boys.

“Y/N, whatever you have to tell us, we don’t have to involve them.” your mother sobbed.

“Mommy....you’re crying.” your voice broke as you opened your mouth to speak for the first time in a couple of hours. “But what about when I was crying?....What about when I was in the hospital scared for my life? What about when you guys were threatening to ship me across country....” much like you did with Hannah, you kicked the chair sending your mother falling back.

“And you.” you turned towards your dad. “I know you don’t believe I’m your biological daughter...and guess what...I hope I’m not either.” you growled, staring down at the now cowering man. “You are pathetic...both of you.” you turned back towards the TV screen. A video of you in your bedroom (since your parents didn’t believe in privacy) was playing. You were on the phone with your friend Kyla.

“No, no I know Ky.” you laughed. You had a much different laugh than you do now. “...I don’t know, it’s hard to trust cute faces like theirs.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to what you were saying. Before you could go to turn it off, Stu had taken you in a hug. “Oh no princess, don’t be rude...let the video play!”

“Do I like them?....Maybe...okay totally!” you watched yourself squeal as you threw the pillow you were hugging across the room. “Kyla I wish you were here to see them THEY ARE SO-” you covered your mouth to stop from shouting too loud. “They are so cute and so hot and they wanna be seen with me!...of all people! No I’m not gonna make a move on them.”

“Awww Y/N has a crushy wushy on us!” Stu gushed. “We love you too baby!” Stu abruptly kissed you, right there. You almost forgot Billy was standing there. 

“Woah...” you almost lost balance. 

“Young lady! How dare you-” You father tried to said.

“Oh shut up!” Stu took it upon himself to finish the job. 

(OKAY SHEILD YOUR EYES NOW)

Stu wrapped a hand around your dad’s neck and applied pressure, so much to the point where his face went blue within a mere 5 seconds. Stu laughed maniacally, only seeming to tighten his grip while Billy continued to antagonize your mother, laughing in her face while she watched the horror happen with her husband.

“Y/N...why?” your dad choked as he struggled.

“Why not...and while we’re here.” you shrugged. “I killed Hannah.”

“WHAT?”

You almost forgot Hannah’s parents were in the room, listening to everything go down.

“Oh yeah.” you shrugged. “Bitch had it coming...the better question is what should I do to you two.” you crossed your arms as you thought.

...(Time skip)

“Pretty isn’t it.” You gazed up at the stars. 

“Not as pretty as you.” Billy flirted, using his sleep to wipe your face. As you all sat on the front steps of your porch, ambulances and cop cars lined up the street for many blocked.

“I agree.” Stu wrapped an arm around you waist. “Be honest, how do you feel?”

“I feel free.” you replied, letting out a large sigh. The cops had just finished questioning you. Your story was clear. Your dad lunged at your mom first and Hannah’s parents saw too much...then he accidently tripped and hung himself. Perfect crime. Billy and Stu were walking by when they heard your cries for help and they hopped in.

As to how you three managed to escape unscathed, they got you out of there in time just as he was hanging himself. As for the tapes playing on the T.V...they were watching old videos to find something to ground you for. (Something they usually did anyways.)

“Good.”

“I just don’t know where I’m gonna live now. My aunt lives the next city over and that’s a long drive.”

“Hm...just gonna have to live with us now!” Stu shrugged, we’ll all be like a married couple!

“All...as in-”

“Yes, the three of us.” Billy grabbed your attention. “Lucky you, eh?” He pecked your lips when the officers wasn’t looking just as Stu planted a smooch on the back of your head.

“Young lady.” the officer walked up to you three. “You’re lucky to have escaped them, that psychopath stabbed your mother 27 times...who does that?!”

You paused before you gave your answer. “I guess he was just fed up, officer.” 

Stu tried hard to contain his laughter while Billy coughed into his hand, you all knowingly shared a look.

Yes...fed up indeed.

(So...I guess this slasher stuff might be a regular thing...I kinda like it)

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Dear Evan Hansen

You may have seen some ~online discourse~ about the film Dear Evan Hansen, an adaptation of the 2016 Broadway musical, and you might have wondered what all the hubbub is about. I mean, it’s a feel good story about a senior in high school, Evan Hansen (Ben Platt), who has some pretty severe anxiety and depression. While trying to fulfill an assignment from his therapist to write a letter to himself, his letter gets picked up by another student, Connor (Colton Ryan) - and later that day, Connor kills himself. Connor’s grieving parents and sister Zoe (Amy Adams, Danny Pino, and Kaitlyn Dever) are desperate to learn more from the boy they think was Connor’s best friend - after all, Connor’s suicide note was a letter addressed to “Dear Evan Hansen.” And, as you can imagine, Evan tells them about the unfortunate mistake and sits with them in their grief as they struggle to pick up the pieces of their lives. 

Just kidding! He lies to them, repeatedly, elaborately, expansively for months, constructing an entire false friendship with Connor that never happened, and ingratiating himself into the wealthy nuclear family he never had, in large part because he wants to get into Zoe’s pants! THIS IS THE PROTAGONIST OF THE STORY. Oh, and it’s a musical so there is a lot of singing and crying and singing WHILE crying and sometimes crying and not singing at all. But the #inspiration, you guys. 

Things I liked:

Pretty much everything but the story and Ben Platt’s performance. The supporting cast is stacked, and all of them do a great job at elevating material scraped directly out of a diaper worn by someone who just chewed their way through a copy of the DSM-5. 

A couple of the songs are damn catchy - “Waving Through a Window” and “You Will Be Found” are standouts for a reason - and here’s the thing, Platt sings them well. But as you’ll discover, there’s a lot more to a movie musical than just singing your part. 

Stephen Chbosky, the man behind every deep thought I and a lot of people in my generation had in 2006 after he wrote The Perks of Being a Wallflower, is a pretty good director. I particularly enjoyed the fanvid-type cuts in “Waving Through a Window” in conjunction with the lyrics, and his use of interstitial shots to flashbacks (and sometimes flashforwards!) is a neat little bit of shorthand that I thought was used sparingly enough to be effective. 

Amy Fucking Adams. She’s holding on so hard, so desperately to the idea of who her son could have been, rather than the reality of who he was, and she is full of such deep pain that is masked by an almost endless supply of patience with Evan and relentless positivity. All this made me want was Enchanted 2 even worse than I already did. 

Super into everything Zoe wears - the costuming department did a great job, and now all I want to do is live in mom jeans and baggy sweaters.

Did I Cry? I teared up a couple of times because I’m not a completely heartless bastard and when Amy Adams offered Evan Connor’s college money, my heart broke for the lie Evan had thrust upon her, and Julianne Moore’s song got me good, because she’s just a single mom to Evan who is doing her goddamn best. 

Things I hated more than the time I dropped a frozen gallon container of fruit cocktail on my pinkie toe in my parents’ garage and it turned black and I thought it was gonna fall off:

Ben Platt is 28 years old. He originated the role of Evan Hansen on Broadway, so in many respects it makes sense that he plays the role in the movie, except for the one kinda sorta important thing where he looks like a wizened old crone standing amongst a sea of children doing his best twitching, cringing Hunchback of Notre Dame impression. If you want someone to convincingly play 20 years their junior, hire Paul Rudd. Otherwise, please don’t ask me to believe that this supposed 18-year-old has crow’s feet. 

And that twitching nervous energy is a huge part of the black hole at the center of this film - he’s playing to the cheap seats and walking through the halls of his high school like a wet chihuahua. It’s an excruciating acting choice to watch - he doesn’t just have anxiety, he is on the verge of a nervous breakdown seemingly every second of every day. Like honestly, where is only-mentioned-never-seen Dr. Sherman, because this young man’s meds are NOT WORKING DR. SHERMAN. 

There’s such a lack of self-awareness on behalf of the writing, directing, and performance by Platt. There’s one song, “Sincerely, Me,” that offers the only glimpse of commentary about what Evan is doing, by pointing out the malicious ridiculousness of him writing a series of fake emails as proof of his and Connor’s friendship. 

Also what high schoolers email this much?? I know this was written in probably 2014 or so, but has a bitch never heard of a text? Even a DM? This whole plot is constructed around the premise that high schoolers are just constantly, constantly emailing each other. 

Everything - and I mean EV-ER-Y-THING - about Evan’s relationship with Zoe is so creepy and disturbing that with a soundtrack change, this could easily be a horror movie. He attempts to get her to like him by describing to her all the things her brother noticed about her - oh wait, I’m sorry, all the things HE noticed about her while he was skulking in the shadows following her around for years, watching every move she made, and it ends with him singing repeatedly “I LOVE YOU” because following a girl around and never having a conversation with her or knowing her at all is love, right? This was clearly written by the same people who chose “Every Breath You Take” as their wedding song because Sting is hot and they never actually listened to the damn words. 

And it gets about 10 billion times worse when Zoe goes to Evan’s house alone, takes him up to his room, and sings “I don’t need reasons to want you” and that was the moment I was that person I hate in a movie theater and I pulled out my phone to Google who wrote the music and lyrics to the musical (we were in the back row of the theater no one was behind me THIS WAS AN OUTRAGE EMERGENCY) and of motherfucking course it was written by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, 2 men who heard about meeting an actual human woman from a friend one time but otherwise are unfamiliar with the concept. 

Lastly, enormous serial killer vibes from Evan sending unlabeled flash drives anonymously through the mail with no note in an attempt to right his wrongs. That’s not catharsis, that’s how the next installment in the Saw franchise starts, with Evan in a Billy the clown doll mask showing up on the screen and asking if you want to play a fucking game. 

Also, I know it’s not possible for the narrative to justify this in a way that could be satisfying based on Evan’s actions, but what is with this thing where single working-class mom Julianne Moore is turning down rich people’s money for Evan to go to college? Like, obviously we can’t have that happen in the movie but in real life, fuck your pride! Take those rich people’s money!

I also know how movies work but nothing annoys me more than a giant group of high schoolers all getting beeps and boops to indicate text notifications all at the same time because I don’t know a single person under the age of 55 who keeps their ringer on. That shit is on vibrate AT MOST, and I feel like that’s a millennial thing. 

The emotional climax of the film is obviously Evan’s WAY TOO LATE confession, but the idea that it’s prompted by Connor’s family suddenly getting a lot of internet hate is, frankly, laughable. If Sandy Hook taught me one thing, it is that no tragedy is immune from trolls who live only to cause other people devastating emotional pain on the internet. That shit starts day 1. Apparently no one involved in this production has ever been on Twitter?

Also it feels like there should have been a dog somewhere in this movie and there was no dog, so points off for that too. 

Perhaps Dear Evan Hansen isn’t nearly as deep as it aspires to be. Perhaps it’s a morality play, a simplistic message of “Don’t lie, kids, lying is bad!” Major studio movies wrap themselves up with a nice bow at the end so everyone can feel good about themselves and leave with a happy ending, but the moronic cruelty on display here makes that feat feel impossible. We’re left with Evan in an orchard, reading Connor’s favorite books and staring into the big blue sky with all the self-actualization he’s earned now as a lil treat. And if Evan Hansen looked like an actual 18-year-old, it would be a lot easier to extend more empathy to him and his not-fully-developed prefrontal cortex, but it’s a little harder with this fully-grown, weathered man who was old enough to remember seeing Liar Liar in theaters. 

Dear Evan Hansen, 

Get some actual help and a haircut and maybe you can grow up enough to have an actual healthy interaction with any other living person, ever.

Sincerely, 

Me

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[hargrove-mayfields]

Everyone likes to pretend Billy was never even there. Life goes on, people change, the past gets forgotten.

A year isn’t enough time for Max though. Right now it feels like the rest of her life wouldn’t be enough time, but Neil and Susan, they were doing just fine.

It’s almost like they like not having him around, that extra burden they couldn’t shake. The plan only Max knew was that Billy was going to stay at home until she was old enough to go with him so she’d be safe.

She knew he was fed up and looking at some local apartments within walking distance of Cherry Lane anyways, but then July happened, and Billy died.

Now it’s July again, and her hair is in twin braids of red with pure white ribbons on the end, and her and her mother are wearing matching blouses. There’s bruises under the bangle on her mothers wrist and one under Max’s own sleeve, and she just wants her brother back.

It’s a holiday they told her, her father (he’s not her fucking father, they never made her call him that when Billy was around) is a veteran, they have to celebrate. Better just dry her eyes and get over it.

Her mother invites all the family they have in the area over to their house for a little get together picnic, and they do their little happy family routine for a while, but Max can only handle so much of it.

Billy should be here by her side, flicking watermelon seeds at her face and putting ice cubes from the cooler down the back of her shirt, being an asshole to distract her from the reality of her family.

And that was that she didn’t really have one, a family. It was always just her and Billy.

Even at these events made for bonding with family, they were off to the side, messing around while the adults talked like they weren’t even there, and she knew she was a little naive then, but it stung more than ever, knowing that even after she’d lost her brother, nobody even stopped to say hi or check up on her, it was just straight into gossiping about the neighbors and those disrespectful bastards across the street who weren’t flying a flag for the holiday and family members who couldn’t be there.

But Max never heard Billy’s name come up even once, and not even in a respect to the dead boy and his grieving sister type of way, but rather, in the way that they just didn’t want to acknowledge his existence. None of these people had come to his graduation in May of last year, or his funeral two months later.

Billy was a taboo that the Hargrove-Mayfields didn’t dare taint their celebrations of freedom and justice with. The irony made Max sick to her stomach.

Or that was at least, until Neil couldn’t help himself.

His words are slurring already, with an excuse to party he’s on what Max would guess to be his fifth or sixth beer that afternoon, and someone just made the mistake of mentioning their own son, Billy and Max’s third cousin or something, and it spurs Neil off on a tangent about his.

“That boy was always good for nothing anyways. It’s almost the same now that he’s dead, ‘Cept maybe now I get some more quiet around the house.”

Nobody knows what to do when he says that, there’s a couple awkward laughs and one shocked gasp, that one was probably from her mother, but Max knows exactly what she wants to do.

What she wants is to watch Neil choking on his blood instead of her brother, his body being lowered into the ground instead of Billy’s, and in the moment she feels like she could be the one to make that a reality, but instead she just stands abruptly, a plate of the food her mother worked so hard to prepare for them she’d been too queasy to eat falling off her knees to the grass, and she says everything she’d bottled up for the past year.

“Don’t talk about Billy that way!

“Now, Maxine-“ Neil starts, but Max is livid, can’t hold back all the things she wished she had said before Billy died, when she got grounded after the funeral, when Neil started beating her, “No! I’m not going to let you do to me what you did to my brother! You don’t get to control me like you did him, it’s your fault that he’s dead!”

It’s her mother’s turn to try to stop her, slender hand covering her mouth painted red, “Maxine..”

“Stop trying to reason with me! I’m sick of pretending to be a family when I had to watch my own brother die! And I’m sick of being treated like I’m crazy for being the only one that cares about Billy!”

More than one person chimes in on that one, offended by the notion they don’t care about family, though it’s Neil that insists, in that faux calm, close to snapping voice of his, “We do care, Maxine. We’re all grieving in our own ways.”

She fires back, “Grieving what? The loss of your punching bag? You hated Billy! You don’t care that he’s dead, all that matters to you is having someone to hurt, and you no trouble adjusting to beating up on your wife and step-daughter instead!”

She catches a backhand to the face for that, and all the background chatter comes to a halt, Neil gritting out through his teeth, “Inside. Now.”

There are tears in her eyes that sting almost as much as the knuckle marks on her cheek, but Max feels like she won, getting her step dad all riled up in front of their family, she feels almost invincible, and she sneers all smug like and bitter, “I can’t go inside yet. I’m celebrating your service to our country, dad. You know, as a family.”

But when Neil's face turns as red as the blood that dripped from his wife’s nose the night before and he stands from his chair and drags her inside by the wrist himself, she realizes that it wasn’t exactly a win.

And when her brain goes numb trying to focus on both the repeated slaps and punches that explode like firecrackers across her skin and the way Neil is yelling and lecturing her until his voice is raw, giving her the same lessons her brother had burned into the back of his mind, she feels like she’s lost everything instead.

When she has to choke back her tears and apologize for embarrassing Neil and for making him hit her as punishment, she realizes, this isn’t a game that can be won or lost at all.

Max isn’t allowed to go back outside to the party. That rule goes unspoken, but words aren't necessary with the way Neil storms off without another word, slamming the back door behind himself. She’s slowly starting to figure out what the things her step father does instead of says mean.

She misses being allowed to be clueless, having someone to protect her or take what punishment she had earned. She wishes she wouldn’t have asked so much of Billy though.

Her own room isn’t safe anymore, what once had been the place she’d be ushered off to when Neil got bad had become more like a trap, the place Neil went to first when he was angry. Everything that had been hers felt wrong, so she goes to Billy’s room and doesn’t come out for the rest of the night. Even now that he’s gone, he still kept her safe.

There’s a welt on her face and fresh bruises forming everywhere, hot tears wetting her sunburnt cheeks and the pillows that smell like Billy, or at least used to before Susan decided his room needed cleaned and washed away every trace of her brother.

All night long there are fireworks going off, a big show put on by the city downtown has her shaking, unable to close her eyes for fear those distant explosions would take her back to the mall, bring back memories she’d never forget, and covering her ear with her hands.

The cracks and booms that shake her windows and her entire life, a headache and a heart break even stronger.

She tries her hardest not to think about Starcourt though, so instead she thinks about how Billy would’ve been proud of her for standing up to Neil. He would’ve called her an idiot, but he would’ve cleaned up her scrapes and held her through the panic attack after, and he probably would’ve liked to see the person Max was becoming too.

That makes Max’s heart hurt, the fact that he won’t get to. She cries harder, and she feels so alone without Billy.

Some part of her knows that she isn’t though. She isn’t the only one that lost somebody last July.

Hawkins’ cemetery was alive with flowers and wreaths and decoration, and more than anything the grieving. All of the victims had families, or in the case of the Holloway’s where their whole family was killed, they had friends and neighbors in the tight knit community who remembered them. El was still grieving Hopper, and Max knew Billy had people like that too.

Billy was popular, his death had a huge impact on the younger population of the town, but not only that, he had his closest friends, Steve and Tommy and Carol and Nicole and Adam from the pool, and of course Heather couldn’t be there, but those people were all keeping her brother alive.

As much as it felt like everyone was trying to forget him, they weren’t, and that brought Max a little bit of hope.

Hope that Billy would be remembered for the things he did right, and who he was behind the boy he had to be to keep them safe.

Hope that with his memory kept in the hearts of so many, the burden of grief wouldn’t fall solely on Max forever and make things a little easier.

Hope that the wound would someday heal, and she could look back on the time she did have with Billy, those seven too short years, with a smile on her face.

For now, she wraps herself in Billy’s jacket and comforter, listening to his music to drown out the distant fireworks, and dreams of the day when things won’t be like this, when she can leave Hawkins and all it’s bad memories and the “family” holding her back to live a life her brother would be proud of, a life that would honor his.

Max decides then with determination, flinching when a bright flash lights up her window, a loud echo through the quaint neighborhood, that she was going to do what Billy hadn’t been able to and break the cycle.

Tomorrow, she’d tell the school counselor she’d been assigned when her depression was at its worst all about Neil Hargrove.

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