#i’m looking at u duffers

[peterth3parker]

all i know is that if steve dies and they spin it through a bullshit stancy lens, i will go rabid

[thestobingirlie]

re: that compromise ask (diff anon but heyyy right there with u) i was literally JUST thinking abt smth similar, about how esp in future/reunion fics, it’s always steve crawling on his knees for forgiveness for how he used to be, and eddie like. heaving a big sigh and “going back on his principles” or whatever to forgive steve. and steve like having to prove he’s better now or whatever which like. fine sure yeah steve was a high school bully. he threw slurs around and he definitely objectified women (although come on it’s high school social strata everyone was objectifying everyone, ain’t none of those babies had enough brain cells yet to see other people as people, that’s just being fucking 16) and he was a bitch, not arguing there.

but like 1) he was fully a child, he was literally a teenager, mike is an asshole too and no one is arguing he can’t possibly grow up or be redeemed, or that he needs to repent to earn love? like it’s one thing in canon era fics where they’re all still growing up, but i haaaaate in future fics when steve is a whole grown ass adult man still expected to grovel for the sins of being 17,

and 2) canonically eddie is the judgmental one??? i mean steve literally apologized and made amends on screen but if that’s not enough look at just purely going off the way the kids interact with them! they’re completely comfortable with steve. yeah he rolls his eyes and huffs and complains about their “nerd shit” but he still drives them to dnd nights! he still does that lame ass handshake with dustin! he still listens to all the stuff they ramble about, and you know he does it every time even when we don’t see it on screen, because they’re totally comfortable doing it! no doubt, no question steve will listen and support them, even when he doesn’t understand. dustin comes to scoops knowing without a doubt that steve will drop everything to listen to him talk about camp, and be excited about it! steve doesn’t give a shit about science camp, but dustin does, and that’s enough for him! yeah dustin is excited to talk about suzie, because girls are common ground with steve, but steve doesn’t know he met suzie when he takes his break, he just wants to hear about how dustin’s nerd stuff was going! he doesn’t have to understand or relate, he just wants them to do the stuff that makes them happy, and they know that. they trust him to listen even if he doesn’t get it

but the way mike and dustin were so nervous to ask eddie to postpone hellfire, even after months of knowing him, shows that they don’t trust him to let them have interests outside of his understanding. and they shouldn’t! he’s proven that he veered so hard into “nonconformity” he just reinforced the same social boundaries he claims to hate. everything with eddie is “us v them,” and like! i get it! i think it’s a complicated dichotomy and makes for an interesting character! i’m an eddie stan first and a person second ok listen i love the man. but if anyone needs to beg on their knees for forgiveness for being a dick in high school, it’s the guy who ruined BOTH of lucas’ favorite activities in one fell swoop by projecting his own insecurities and fake social rivalry onto a literal child. (i’m still so mad he managed to force lucas to miss the campaign finale he’d worked so hard for AND made sure that none of his friends or family were there to watch him play basketball all at once i’m never over it. i’m frothing at the mouth. apologize to lucas or meet my blade)

but there’s this trend where people are like “oh man eddie’s such a good person for looking past king steve and loving steve anyway! he’s rehabbing the jock! he’s fixing him!” fuck you. fix your damn self. the duffers’ childish ass hatred of “non nerds” is sooooo pervasive in this fandom it’s so gross.

oh my god, this is just beautiful. i literally couldn’t put it any better.

i wish we had gotten to see eddie repent for what he did to lucas, because honestly, i still hold it against him.

what’s especially funny to me about it is that steve’s sins (in s4) were over two years ago, eddie’s were last week lmao. like, one of them needs to go around apologising and it’s not steve.

but yeah! the kids have an ease around steve that they don’t around eddie. classic example: all the kids go to steve in s3, not even pretending to be polite or actually ask, and just pound on the bell until he comes to let them through the back of scoops to watch a movie. they don’t worry about his reaction. steve could literally get fired doing this, but they know he’s going to do it, and feel so comfortable that he won’t have a bad reaction, that there isn’t any hesitation.

when asking eddie to postpone a game, mike and dustin are shaking in their little boots. they’re flinching and looking away, and trying not to actually ask. those aren’t kids in the presence of someone comforting!! this isn’t a guy they would think deserves steve begging on his knees. if eddie was being a prick about steve’s past for no reason other than to hold some moral superiority over him, the kids would get pissed off.

if anyone is getting rehabilitated in their relationship, it’s eddie, not steve!! because being a jock isn’t inherently bad, and being a nerd isn’t inherently good, no matter what the duffers may be trying to tell you.

[harringtons-cupid]

what about something about eddie introducing you to the gang for the first time? like you weren’t involved with the vecna stuff because he wanted to protect you so after it’s done he invites you to hang out with everyone

idk if that’s confusing or not but 🫣

and idk if u wanna make it smutty u can i’m not opposed 🤭

I loved writing this Angel <3, I hope you liked it!!... It was snowing as I wrote this... Also the diner in this is based off the one from Twin Peaks... I think the Duffer Brothers loved Twin Peaks too :)

Warnings 18:

Blowjob, deep throating, choking, clit spanking, slight emotional dom behaviour, cum swallowing, cunnilingus, squirting, overstimulation, nipple play, fingering. Clit play. Tongue kissing.

| Requests are OPEN | /|

''Eddie, i'm feeling quite nervous'' your voice shook as you stood in the mirror, his eyes met yours. Those beautiful thick brown eyes.

His lips were pressed into your neck, his teeth lightly piercing the skin as he sucked down.

''You'll be fine baby, i'll be right here next you holding your hand'' he mumbled as he nibbled down on your skin again, making you moan softly.

His body was pushed up against your back, as you moved your cheeks around on his crotch. You felt his bulge, digging into your back, he gasped into your ear as you pressed harder into him.

''Fuck baby, don't get me started. We'll never get out here'' he moaned, watching you in the mirror as you dropped to your knees with a smirk.

Undoing his jean button, practically ripping his jeans and boxers off to expose his semi hard cock. You smiled, as you took the tip on your tongue and sucked it. Making eye contact with him as his eyes shifted between you in the mirror and you on the floor, he mumbled 'fuck' as you slowly began to take his length deeper and deeper into his mouth.

Sloppily sucking on his cock, humming on it purposely sending vibrations across his body. He shuddered lurching forward to grasp onto your hair and pull it.

Eddie usually took a while to cum but today he was enjoying watching you in the mirror too much, his hand tugging your hair in motion as your hands stroked his stomach hair. Groaning loudly into his room, his cock twitched as his tip hit the back of your throat.

Just as you felt him cum down your throat, a loud knocking sensation ricocheted around the caravan. Startling you both, his cock still in your mouth dripping the last bits of cum down your throat.

It was the gang.

Their voices echoed through the walls, Eddie chuckled and helped you up on your feet. Clutching your face and kissing you hard, sliding his tongue to your mouth. His limp cock pressed against your thigh as he kissed you, smirking against your lips as his name was being shouted from outside.

''Come on baby, lets go outside'' he kissed you once more, before doing his trousers up and taking your hand in his.

Looking at Eddie as he greeted the gang, they were stood outside in the snow. All eyes turned to you, you squeaked a hello and a small wave before hiding against Eddie's arm.

You were never shy but seeing them all standing in front of you terrified you.

''Right, we can do the pleasantries once we've sat down. It's fucking freezing'' his voice was calm and clear as he led everyone towards the van.

You calmed down as you sat alone in the front with Eddie, everyone else chatted excitedly in the back as he drove you to the diner.

He didn't let go of your hand throughout the meal, you were quiet as you sat next to Eddie. He kind of enjoyed the idea of being in charge of you, ordering your food for you, speaking for you.

You sat and listened to the gang discuss the horrific events that place under Vecna, Eddie squeezed your hand tight as Nancy turned to face you.

''I bet you're glad you didn't have to be in the upside down but it's nice to meet you. Eddie has spoke alot about you'' her voice was kind and soft, smiling at you.

Your eye lit up, turning to look at Eddie with a smile. He rolled his eyes but winked at you, not realising how soft Eddie was for you.

As the rest of the gang spoke up, talking to you about the things they saw. You grew more relaxed, laughing at their jokes and joining in with teasing Eddie. You felt slightly sad when it was time to depart, Eddie dropped everyone off at their houses before returning to the caravan with you.

As you calmly got out the van, happy that you managed to make it through a successful meeting with the gang. You were startled by Eddie running up behind you, giggling you sped up and rushed into the caravan until you fell onto the bed. Eddie grasped your legs, spreading them apart until it hurt.

Pulling down your underwear to expose your dripping cunt, his tongue drove right in between your folds. Your hands tugged his hair, as he made circular motions on your clit. Your hips bucking with sensation as his lips sucked on your clit, your eyes rolling back as the bed hit the wall from your movements.

''Oh fuck, Eddie'' you whined, tugging on his hair hard making his moans vibrate across your body.

You wiggled, bucking your hips against his face. Needing the friction, gasping when Eddie lifted up his head and spanked your clit hard. Mumbling 'stay still' before sliding his fingers down between your folds, his rings cold against your hot pulsating cunt.

He slowly inserted one finger inside you, warming you up to the feel of him. You whined underneath him, gasping ''more more'' your eyes looking at him desperately.

Smirking, he inserted another finger, curling them upside you. They thrusted soft and slow inside you, waiting for you to react. Right on time, you whimpered and begged for more. He leant down and lightly kissed your clit before beginning to speed up, watching you body rise and fall with moans.

Your hands had let Eddie's hair go and were around his neck, squeezing him as he hit your sweet spot over and over. Your body began shaking as he continued curling his fingers inside you, speeding up as the palm of his hand spanked your clit harder and harder.

''Ed--oh fuck'' you practically screamed, your hands weakily dropped from around his neck as your body shook.

He smirked his fingers still inside you as you squirted hard, coating his fingers, arms and bed with your cum. He didn't stop until your legs were weak and shaking softly, forcing you to cum again.

Removing his fingers, his tongue licked your cum from between your folds. Flicking your sensitive clit making you whimper before moving to clasp your face between his hands, roughly pushing his tongue between your lips.

''You did good meeting my friends babe, so I thought I'd treat my baby'' he smiled against your lips, kissing you once more as you lay there in your own sweat and cum.

He flicked your nipples between your fingers, watching you twitch from overstimulation.

[kjisnotokie]

Alright guys this is what I have so far and it doesn’t really give any spoilers so I thought I might post it to see how I’m doing.

Word count: 308

Warnings: none so far

You and Finn are currently in your trailer, rehearsing lines for stranger things season 5 episode 1. You had been invited to the show to audition along with Jamie Campbell and Joseph Quinn back in 2019. You had been acting since you were only 8 years old, the Duffer brothers loved the emotion you brought to the set and how your character seemed to become your entire reality while filming. you yourself could not even describe the feelings and memories that your own character brought to your mind. you played Lisa Brooks, a 17 year old high school student at Hawkins High School, it was a very intriguing role that had caught your eye because let's just say she reminded you of yourself.

Lisa Brooks was a very shy and socially awkward individual at times, but always seemed to know how to make things so much more relaxed at just the right moments it seemed. This was much like yourself, seeing as you were sitting in this trailer with Finn Wolfhard, stumbling over your words. The scene you were practicing at the moment was a very ‘flirtatious’ scene between Lisa and Mike. your character is basically supposed to be a ‘second love interest’, no, not even love interest; more so a girl who tries to drive a wedge between Mike and Eleven this season.

That being said you had your hand on Finn’s thigh, slowly inching your way up. You are confused because the script says for ‘mike’ to move your hand away, however Finn is not, in fact FInn is just staring at your hand on him. Nervously you move into Finn’s ear and whisper “ hey Finn, u-uhm your s-supposed to move my hand”. He looks up at your face for the first time in what seems like hours, he looks red in the face, almost… embarrassed.

[thewingedwolf]

wait i’m gonna be so annoying and have a final thoughts here

the aesthetic & main romance has just really fallen off. they are incapable of sticking the landing in the third act & while they still have some good looks, i think there’s a certain level of playing it too safe (see Kate’s wardrobe!!!!!) and also just, bizarre makeup choices that were a bit distracting.

they also just don’t know how to keep a character waiting for their romance while building that character up over several arcs. kind of a bad trait to have for a tv show?? 😭😭 like, i love them with all my heart, but everyone has said that eloise, benedict, & colin have felt so confused at points as characters, like the writers didn’t know where to go with them. they’re just waiting for their romance instead of like, growing.

Colin was the male lead what do we even know about him beyond his inability to interact with a woman without projecting onto her.

once again the milfs outsold, agatha and violet are the best thing about this series and i don’t care how much i like violet’s lil thing with agatha’s brother, i want those two gossipy old milfs to kiss sloppy style.

it’s too goddamn short, i think this wasn’t a problem in s1 or qc bc it’s the First season so there’s not as many characters to follow but they keep introducing all these other characters that take space away from a) The Main Couple and b) The Bridgertons As A Family, and those are the draws of the series!! it’s too much for only 8 episodes, what happened to 12-18 episodes for high budget or cable shows, if they had these people on like Normal tv contracts they wouldn’t have such a hard time scheduling and have these long ass waits between seasons Either, im tired of this and i blame the duffer brothers and i want those two nerds hunted for sport.

also hyacinth and gregory are getting SO OLD OMG HURRY UP 😭😭😭

i think they did a better job this season with folding the siblings in together but it feels disjointed from s2. anthony & kate specifically feel very oddly thrown in there and idgi. i loved seeing the bridgertons using calling times as an excuse for Group Hangs, and i loved the way John pointed this out to Francesca. i liked that the ending with benedict where he’s realizing he’s the oldest still left at home with two like, toddler siblings and feeling unhappy with it, but bc they struggle with incorporating all the siblings together, we really lose that thread from last season between him & anthony that could have given benedict a way to explore his sexuality in a slutty way while also giving anthony something to do & not drop the art school thing. however, this is all detailed and would take a lot of time and they only have eight episodes. why. do 13-18 or im gonna start sending death threats to ceos. for legal reasons that’s a joke haha.

i do think in the few kathony scenes we got, they nailed the dynamic that she is the world’s most put upon eldest daughterson and he needs to be institutionalized. pls put jonathan bailey and simone ashley in another thing together so i can see them together again. this can’t be the end. be the next tom hanks and meg ryan please. he george clooney and julia roberts. i’m on my knees here.

am i allowed to say i’m glad we got a long devirginizing scene like in s1 & qc but also we did not see Nearly enough of those two fucking. more than kathony but imo still not on the level of the other two. also you could write an essay here about the sex politics of this show. i will refrain and say Is This Not The Pervert’s Show?? Can we Please get better pandering????

i think no one can handle a big cast like shonda not even her hand picked teams. qc handled having a host of characters so much better. early grey’s is really great at this. htgawm is good at this. u can tell what season she was really In That Writer’s Room. shonda pls get back in the writer’s room i need something as emotionally devastating as “meredith i’m so sorry” “you must be the woman whose screwing my husband” i need sexy like the “teach me” scene but with the freedom of streaming to get freaky with it, this cast WANTS to deliver but netflix & these writers are NOT up to the challenge!!!

i love bi benedict. even if nothing else comes of this i didn’t think they’d genuinely have benedict get intimate with and acknowledge being attracted to a man. genuinely really jazzed about that. but they Have said they want to explore his ~fluidity more and there’s so many scenarios that could be, i have no idea what the hell they mean by that askksjd. crossdressing sophie, genderbent to solomon, a trans sophie/solomon of some persuasion, im excited to see where they go!

BI FRANCESCA. MICHAELA STIRLING. PEOPLE ARE HATING BUT YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION. esp bc you could do a michaela that has like, resigned herself to a life of never feeling love only to fall in love At Her Cousin’s Wedding so well with this. these three, michaela francesca john, are gonna break my HEART i’m READY for it!

i want the resolution to one of the gay couples to include brimsley & reynolds encouraging charlotte to cure society of homophobia somehow. if we can do this with racism we can do it with homophobia. why the hell not.

listen to me. listen closely. are you listening. if we don’t get lesbian eloise what are we even fucking doing here. enough fucking around. give me a real sign this is all going somewhere. i am no longer asking.

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

When it comes to the stancy you're right lmao, like there was action happening and they just were walking around the woods and he was telling her (Nancy) his personal HC like idc, I want to get to the action not this cheesy-ness (Steve thought he is rom-com when in reality he's in horror genre) and the facial expressions, it looked like neither of them believed the dialogue. 😭 then Nancy goes to hug Jonathan, they could've cut the stancy scene out it doesn't change the 2 days time skip anyway, just red herring pairing to keep people's hopes up (for the boring love triangle)

sorry my brain went all buzzzzzzzzzzzzzZzzzZzZzzZz when u said i was right 🤤🤤🤤🤤

anywayssssss yeah i agree, it was out of place and negated a whole bunch of character dev for steve, imho… i think a major facet of his character is his ability to read people in various situations & accept them for whatever they are after his breakup w nancy (talking to nancy in season 2 & telling her to go w jonathan, apologizing to dustin when he makes dumb comments, steve and robin in the bathroom (like yes it takes him a moment to understand what robin is saying lol but he’s drugged, let’s forgive him), he knows billy’s bad news pretty immediately, etc.) and one of the major problems in their relationship was that steve WASNT PAYING ATTENTION/was ignoring signs of trouble and so to tell nancy that he envisions HER in his future w 6 kids???????? makes literally no sense in terms of either of their characters and is very obviously and blatantly a set up by the duffers for nancy to have to make a choice in season 5

AND steve is generally the character that is MOST aware of the genre he’s in so ur point abt the rom-com-yness of it all is really interesting lol

that’s it. i’m not like anti stancy (tho i think it would be a disservice to both their characters; i genuinely hope that nancy goes to college single and happy at the end of the show) but i think the heavy reliance on heteronormativity and heterosexual romantic “intrigue” from hollywood as a plot device & a way to keep people interested is extremely off putting and also bad writing. there are SO MANY different types of love and relationships that are meaningful without being romantic and the push that romantic love is the end all and be all of human existence is lazy and boring, imho

but it’s generally not a surprise that the duffers can’t write for shit. imagine admitting that u have to kill characters because u don’t know how to fix the storyline. like ITS UR STORY???? i could’ve fixed it in five seconds w a very minor rewrite/location change. but whatever lol

[mlvnldr]

Making a stranger things TIME CAPSULE!!

logging back before stranger things season 5 drops (2025-ish?)

So i have predictions that i’m 99% sure will happen, and some that i’m like 50% sure.

The first ones:

-rovickie obviously

-(praying for) jancy

-Someone will have to enter Max’ mind to save her- she’s trapped in Vecna’s mind thing- if she does revive, she’ll stay blind

-el has curly short hair (not a theory but i’m PRAYING this is gonna happen)

-will is VERY connected to Vecna+UD

-he was in fact used as el’s substitute by vecna. This will play a bigger role since he’s been targeted since probably before ‘83.

-the russia mind flayer will play a role as well (possibly all around the world?)

-008 will go back into the game (possibly other lab kids)

-time manipulation will play a VERY big role-> someone might do some kind of time traveling (no idea how, i’ve seen a bunch of smart theories)

-El might be lost somewhere, something done By vecna-> which makes me think this is probably what’s happening to Max atm-> she’s lost in a warren wasteland/the void

-Jonathan/ Eleven die

-will dies (by sacrificing himself to save the others) it will be extremely, extremely tragic. It just makes so much sense but just thinking about it hurts so much. There will be a lot of broken hearts but the UD will be over.

So now for the stuff i’m not so sure of:

Most of these are based on parallels, details etc, they’d make a lot of sense, but i’m not sure if the duffer brothers will actually act on those.

-Will has powers- he can manipulate electricity or something in that direction (people say he has “true sight” but to me that’s due to being possessed, not something that actually belongs to will)

-byler has to happen- or mike has to realize his stuff, and mileven will break up. However looking from a GA pov it’s not realistic. LETS SEE!!->

-mileven break up. I think its more likely that mike realizes his feelings for will->realization hits him->wants to act on them->will dies; than realizes->they get together

-Eddie coming back (god i hope this doesn’t happen i’m just listing this up just in case, i don’t think it’s gonna happen tho)

And then questions I hope get answered:

-how Brenner survived

-more info on El’s background. Why did she get kidnapped in the first place? What’s happening with her mother right now?

-more info on the lab- why the hell did Brenner even create that, some background please?

I had a lot more on my mind but these are the ones I thought of in the moment. I’ll look if i find anything else :) add anything if u feel like doing so

[perexcri]

Stancy is Officially out as my fav poly Jancy ship,😌 esp after this new fic of yours, which made me wiggle around like a delighted little sea slug.

Honestly, Nancy deserves to smoke some weed and admire her bf with Argyle. When’s the last time she’s gotten a break like this tbh?? Ever??

Jonathan Byers, simp extraordinaire for his gf and bf(f). (This fantastic dynamic feels a little bit like how I feel Merlin/Arthur/Gwen would have been if bbc hadn’t been Cowards(tm).) also…\o/ shotgunning shotgunning shotgunning sho—

Also, the undercurrent of Ow in regards to Jonathan’s Extreme amount of trauma? you somehow managed to thread a bit of Pain into this lovely interaction. (“He’s sick of being domestic–he just wants to be a teenager!” & “I’m fine,” he lies, and it’s an easy one to roll off of his tongue. He’d been doing it all his life.” &!!!! V much!!!!! “Secondary parent, half-mother and half-father, always up in the morning to make breakfast for his little brother, and always relegated to haunting the back of classrooms and the edges of hallways–the creep and the weirdo.” Crying screaming on the floor eating my phone bye). (Also also Jon doubting that Will needs him anymore, nonoo oh dear no he does need u I promise. Crying yelling throwing up curling into a ball. He’s always gonna need his big bro and Jon doubting that is sending off death flags which are oh dear 😭)

Argyle is just. Such a good, kind guy, and good for Jon and Nancy. Like a soothing lotion/sun screen on the burn that is their horrific lives.

“Jonathan and Nancy both stare at Argyle’s mouth, watch it catch against the joint.” 🤭hohoho honestly making me ship Both of them equally w Argyle,

“My fair little Wheeler” orz on the floor bye

If there is not at least One (1) interaction between the three of them in s5 that is even a quarter as good as this one, honestly I’m throwing tomatoes at the Duffers’ houses.

Anyway, lovely wonderful fic!! Hope you are having a good week and thank you for improving mine🥰

VEEEEE i'm glad you liked the Jarncy fic hehehe. i know it's not my typical wheelhouse, but it was so fun to write, so it's nice to hear you enjoyed it!! :D tbh the biggest compliment i was hoping for from this fic was hearing at least one person say they ship it a little more than Stoncy after reading it, so you have fulfilled my wish 😌 (no hate to Stoncy ofc lol)

LITERALLY let Nancy Wheeler smoke weed. or just something - she's going through it just as much as anybody else, and i think she deserves a chance to relax 😩

and you're so right about Merlin and you should say it louder

yeah we can't have anything nice around here without a little pain right :) idk Jonathan is a very personal character for me because i grew up as the eldest in a single-mother household, so there's a lot about his position in life that i relate to too much, hence the angst bleeding over a little into this fic. maybe someday i'll post that other Jonathan one shot i wrote! it's got plenty more of some of the stuff discussed in this one 🙃

and yeah him and Will :') listen the most surprising thing about this fic for me was realizing that, in this scenario, Jonathan would actually be in a very similar position as Mike. furthermore, I think Jonathan struggles with being needed like Mike, too. i think Mike's is more wanting to be needed and getting sidelined while Jonathan's is more having been needed for so much of his life that he doesn't know what his life would look like without being needed. and that definitely showed here :') my poor dude i want to give him a hug

...but that's what Argyle's for, right? GAH i thought the same thing that you said!! i think there's something appealing about having Jonathan and Nancy, who are both really tightly-wound and damaged by The Horrors, buddying up with Argyle, who's pretty mellow and chill (as long as he doesn't like, you know, have to bury a guy in the desert lol). i thought his character would be a good contrast for both of them, and i'm glad that came across :D

Vee i am once again saying that i am so glad you liked this fic :] i knew it was gonna be a kinda niche thing and wasn't sure how it would go over, but tbh, just hearing that you liked it makes me smile :] also this one really challenged me just for its subject matter and working with different characters, so it ended up being personally rewarding? listen i know people really liked irresistible, but it didn't particularly challenge me in any way and subsequently i didn't end up liking it as much as some of my other fics,,,like it was fun and all, but i didn't feel really connected to it. this one, though, made me feel a lot better!! it was fun to try something new and challenge myself!!

i'm definitely gonna be writing more byler next tho lol. i promise i've got stuff i'm working on. i just gotta get my shrimp brain organized 🍤

this has gotten so long :') anyway Vee it is always lovely to hear from you, so honestly, thank you for improving my week :] i hope the rest of your week goes well!! 💜

(also i'm still staring at your aftry art btw 💐💐💐)

[elekinetic]

ella ella ella elLA ELLA OMG !!!! your latest script has me screaming crying throwing up actually !!!

you write action so so well actually, like i could feel the heightened emotions and urgency and i could hear the gunshots, weapons being loaded and ragged breathing so clearly??

i think ur talent is specifically writing smth that others can envision very easily, like?? omg??? also ur oc lore is actually really interesting, and i wanna hear more about the lesbians enemies to lovers side plot !!!!

n e ways, have a great day, this was just an ella appreciation ask <3

(P.S. look at my profile ((just for a sec pretty pls)) u wont regret it i prommy)

LOSING MY MIND. :,)))) i’m so so glad you liked it and oh my god i’m screaming at how great of a compliment it is to say my talent is in writing visualization as a screenwriter like im !!!!! fr!!!!! AH!!! and your BIO thank you??? thank you???? also ur description has one of my fave lines from that script i’m glad it’s getting the love i’d like to think it deserves.

and yesssss daya and mirene 💙🖤💙🖤 @ratt-duffer asked for a little elaboration as well so:

i love them your honor. yes yes obligatory make out fight scene where mirene pulls back after like five seconds and is like what the FUCK am i doing and runs like hell, but to me the fun thing with them is that for a while, mirene is the ONLY person who knows about daya’s past. one of the things that brings them together is them getting stuck together in an airlock. they fight, the have a heart to heart, they talk about saraneth. mir is one of the only people daya can talk to about it. mirene actually ends up capturing daya eventually and takes her to the monocracy where she unfortunately is tortured for information and it’s this huge betrayal BUT mirene breaks her out and it’s revealed that the monocracy was gonna send another assassin after daya and kill mirene if she didn’t get her and that mirene was planning to get them to the headquarters and convince daya to just give up the information bc they were going to kill netras son if not but they took daya away before she could talk to her. and mirenes whole thing is loyalty, so the fact that mirene left the monocracy to save her…her allegiance is to daya now. it takes a while for them to get past the betrayal and they break up hardcore for a while, but they grow individually and then get back together.

here’s a playlist bc of fucking course there’s one.

daya and mirene were my core focus for a while bc. hello. enemies to lovers lesbians. but recently i have been MUCH more interested in aurora and charlie’s slow burn friends to lovers arc bc. ahhh. AHHH. and ykw i think that’s growth. seriously like…the atrocities rora has committed?? but she’s also a victim?? but she doesn’t believe she’s worthy of any love?? but charlie is just so protective of her and wants to save her, not because she needs saving, but because she deserves to feel precious. like, she’s reclaiming her femininity and identity and healing and oh my god her relationship with james?? and MIRENE later on?? AND THE HEIR TO THE MONOCRACY WHO OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT sweet lord ok i’ll stop now

[violetsteve]

SHUT UP WYN THIS WAS SO GOOD FUCK. Even if it did give me emotional whiplash like. I was so caught up in the euphoria…

ANYWAY I’m actually dying over here like. The way Steve talks about Eddie in his head is INSANE to me. Like. That boy is so full of repressed lust it’s making ME look stupid. Robin simultaneously making it very clear that she knows this whole also respecting Steve’s wish to not talk about it is. So amazing like. This girl really said “I know what u are Steve Harrington but I respect the fact that u still gotta work through the whole Eddie munson of it all”

I’m like so sure u write this specifically to cater to my interests like. They really are the platonic soulmates of all time they have my heart and I’m obsessed with u and the way you write them. Currently purchasing the rights to them so that the duffers never do any thing to harm them in canon and u control their connect brains

Trailer park Steve AU part 22

part 1 | part 21 | ao3

“…Go ahead,” he relents with a heavy sigh.

He turns the radio back on for background noise, and Robin launches herself into a breathless recap of every minute detail she’s ever learned about Eddie Munson. Genuinely impressive how quickly the words come out; Steve thinks that if her dream of becoming a linguistics researcher ever falls through, she’s got a bright future ahead of her as one of those speedreaders who rattle off the fine print at the end of pharmaceutical ads.

Warning: Discussion of Eddie Munson may cause nausea, heartburn, palpitations, sweaty armpits, and an inconveniently timed half-chub any time you use a pocket knife. Talk to your doctor to see if Discussion of Eddie Munson is right for you!

“Which brings us to tonight,” she’s saying when he zones back in. “Let’s examine the facts, shall we?”

“Must we?”

“Yes, we must.”

She makes a loose fist, lifting her pointer finger with an aggressive flourish to kick off her ‘list of reasons Eddie has a big, fat crush on you.’ “Fact number one: he was conveniently wearing a super nice outfit.”

“He said he ran out of laundry.”

“And we’re buying that?” she scoffs. Her middle finger springs up to join the first one. “Two: he was so disgustingly up in your personal space. Like, you really should have seen it; it was—”

Mwah. Mwah mwah mwah. “Yeah, I don’t need another demonstration.”

“Three” —there goes her ring finger— “he came to a movie rental store that you just so happen to work at and then left without renting a movie.”

“Because you did something to spook him!”

“Which brings me to my fourth and final point.” Her pinky lifts up to join the team, fingers spread wide like a paper fan, and she telescopes her arm to shove them back and forth under his nose until he goes a little cross-eyed and bitches about her distracting the driver.

“Cut it out! You want me to drive us into someone’s trash cans?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Yeah, well I’m sending you the invoice when it scratches up the paint.”

She retreats to her side of the car, curling her back against the door and repeating, “My fourth and final point: I think he thinks we’re dating.”

“And? Everyone thinks we’re dating.”

“No, everyone wants us to be secretly dating,” she corrects. “But I’m pretty sure Eddie actually thinks I’m your girlfriend. You remember last week when you dropped me off at school?”

He does. Eddie had actually been there early for once; had been sitting on a bench out by the soccer fields, looking surly and half-asleep while he sucked down a cigarette. Hair all messed up by the wind. Looked kind of dangerous. Wild.

“He was, like, fully glaring at me when I walked into school that morning, and then he was super rude to me in band. Which, at the time, I was like, ‘oh, well I guess that’s just Eddie no one can ever tell what his mood’s gonna be like from day to day,’ but noo-o-ow…”

She starts squirming in her seat again, excitement overflowing as she finally cracks the case. “Now it all makes sense! Oh, my god! He totally hates me because he thinks we’re dating, and I’ll bet you anything he either didn’t know we work together or didn’t expect me to be there tonight and he totally, one hundred percent was there to flirt with you because he’s in lo—”

“Okay, Detective,” he cuts her off, because the tips of his ears are burning, and he doesn’t think he can handle her saying the L word out loud right now. “You’ve made your point, thank you.”

“Tell me I’m right.”

“Uh, no.”

“Come on.” She jabs at his side. “Tell me I’m right tell me I’m right tell me I’m—”

“—A fucking menace? Gladly.”

“Translation: I’m right and you’re mad about it,” she smirks, victorious.

Steve knocks his forehead against the wheel as he pulls up to her curb. “Why do I drive you places?”

“Because you love me." She flips her visor down to freshen up her lip balm, mumbling around the chapstick, "I’m adding Surly Best Friendlish to my list of fluencies; I think it'll really make my college applications pop."

"Yuh huh," Steve grumbles. The thought of Robin leaving for college always sits in his gut like raw bread dough — thick and heavy and gross, rising to form a swollen lump in his throat. "Didn't you already submit all of those?"

"Yes, I diiiid," she sings, shimmying her shoulders with pride. "Duke's gonna say yes, I just know it. Picture it with me: Robin L. Buckley," she gestures to an imagined marquee somewhere just beyond the windshield, "class of 1990."

Steve swallows the urge to be a sulky dick about it. "They'd be lucky to have you," he says quietly.

"Nope. No no, none of that. No moping." She tugs at his arm; links their elbows together. "You're not allowed to mope when we have a party to get ready for."

"No, you have a party to get ready for. I'm going home."

"Steeeve-uh!" Holy shit. He just had to be soulmates with the whiniest lesbian in a 500 mile radius, didn't he? "Come to the bonfire party with me!"

"Yeah, that's a no."

“It’ll be fun!"

It will most certainly not be. "You really want me to go freeze my ass off in the woods all night while a bunch of former classmates talk shit about me the second they think I'm out of earshot?" He's been to enough of his parents' 'networking events' over the years to know exactly how that'll go. A full night of subtly closed-off body language, smirking whispers and judgmental glances that dart away as soon as he meets them head on. Fuck that. "Thanks, but I'll pass."

He just wants to go home. Feels momentarily sick with the desire to drive himself to Loch Nora.

"What did I say about moping?" Robin asks. She shoves into his space, hugging his arm tighter and deploying her most lethal sad wet kitten face (and Steve doesn't even like cats; this shouldn't fucking work on him.) "Pleeeease," she begs. "Vickie's going to be there, and I could really use a friend."

"So ask a friend!"

"I am, dipshit!"

Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Goddamn this woman. Steve hangs his chin to his chest in defeat, notices the weird stain he got on his shirt during work. "I have some conditions," he concedes.

She throws her arms out wide. "Condition me, baby!"

"First— ew. Okay, I don't like that; don't call me baby." Yeesh, and furthermore, yuck. "First, I'm borrowing one of your shirts, and you're probably never getting it back."

"Understandable,” she nods as she gets out of the car. Steve follows her out, propping his elbows on the roof.

"Secondly,” he continues, “I'm getting very drunk at this stupid party, and you're figuring out how we get home."

She reaches out over the top of the car; gives his hand a quick squeeze when he puts it in hers. "That's three things," she says fondly, "but I can work with that."

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[fake-80s-yaoi]

(warning for me shit talking st4. i would scroll away if i was u)

(also this is a long rant so look out)

so honestly i kind of felt like this season was weird and i didnt want to entertain that thought bc it’s more new content 4 the show i adore!! i would never want 2 think of my 80s-horror-themed obsession as falling into commercialism and bad writing!!! ppl would point out how robin’s personality changed from s3 to s4 and i would write it off as character development, then drown myself in a copious amount of self-indulgent fanfic until i was completely numb to fanservice, just like i knew would happen

so i’m at a point where not only am i a content-consuming drone like everyone else, i’m now a fancontent-consuming drone, and i can’t even tell when the characters are in-character bc i’ve been fed so much love-and-action-flavored gruel made w all my favorite parts of a character that are canonically few and far in between but i can now enjoy all at once!!

so now i just looove stranger things, or rather, my mental combination of the way things used to be in s1 and the non-canon dreamworld - the fact that the writing, emotions, character and world-building r kind of shit now and probably will continue 2 be in s5 doesn’t mean anything 2 me!!!

i watched zarkflappysheep’s only slightly pretentious review of s4 on yt and he made sum good points abt the sheer predictability that st has set up 4 itself and how the setting has unfortunately expanded from a mysterious, charming small town w a few key characters 2 a larger world that doesn’t feel as personal.

also as much as i hate to admit it as sum1 who loved eddie’s character - he was definitely 2 shallow and commercial. the eddie munson i created in my mind would hate that!!!

soo in conclusion, ig, i’m not gonna stop enjoying stranger things and its plethora of fancontent, but i will be more begrudgingly mindful and guilty abt it. and a msg 2 the duffers - do better, like u were b4!! or i’ll do it 4 u..

[fappellmoan]

sometimes i wonder are y’all like having fun or do u just use fandom to fulfill some compulsive need to feel right. but mostly. are you having fun here

[thiqskull]

The first time Max walks in with Billy’s jacket on they all stare at her with hanging mouths

[ker0senebunny]

walking on a string✫*ﾟ･ﾟ

steve harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader

part two -- after much anticipation, PART TWO IS HERE!

summary: steve leads on cheerleader!reader, thinking that her affection is insincere. after all, he’s a loser now. what could she possibly want from him? (angst, fluff)

warnings: language, angst, fluff, no use of y/n, afab!reader, fem!reader, un-beta'd, all characters are 18+

word count: 2,787

notes: ahh my first fic!! this is inspired by the song walking on a string :)) also steve is a lil insecure n angsty because the duffer brothers apparently won't let him express his insecurities or trauma!! so i did that. he deserves a hug and i hope our cheerleader!reader can give that to him. i have a part 2 lined up so lmk if u would wanna see that!! enjoy xox

p.s. i may or may not have finished editing this while dyeing my hair

i think about you walking on a string.

it always brings me back here.

you had been to family video every day that week (so far), and for steve harrington, that was weird. mega weird.

steve had always noticed you at parties, even if you weren't directly looking at him. you would come in with a troupe of cheerleaders, the hairspray practically sliding off of them in waves. you emerged from the cloud of crunchy hair and denim jackets with a softness that only you could possess. you looked as if you were made of gossamer - silken and perfect.

but that was when he was king steve: someone more worthy of you. someone who meant something. now, he’s just steve who works at family video and parents six children in his spare time.

so yeah. all your light touches and eyes skating across his lips was definitely all in his head.

that week, you'd come into family video at least five times. and every time, you asked to see steve. even if he was in the back, you would wait for him in front of the counter, drumming your manicured nails on the smudgy surface, looking around with wide, innocent eyes. today, you'd come to actually return a tape. you left him notes whenever you returned a tape, always signed with your name and a cloud of hearts. he swore he could smell your perfume on the paper.

it all started after the mall burned down. when you walked in to that miserable family video store, steve didn’t even notice you. “welcome to family video, how can i-” he droned, flipping through a magazine. he’d been working there for barely two weeks and he was already sick of it. at least he got free ice cream at scoops. all he had here was...keith. what made it even worse was the fact that robin was sick on this particular day. something about a "totally rancid stomach bug." steve shuddered just thinking about it. so now, he had nobody to banter with to pass the time. “steve?” you said, surprise evident in your open smile. his head snapped up immediately and was met with your gentle eyes.

“hi,” he breathed out.

“hi,” you gave in a giggly reply.

it was silent for a little bit. you were holding pretty in pink in your manicured hand. before he could ask you if that’s all you wanted, your hand that wasn't holding the tape was over his, squeezing it with every ounce of comfort you could transfer to him. “i heard about the fire at the mall. i’m so, so sorry that happened to you. it must’ve been so scary!”

he couldn’t tell if you were fucking with him. after all, you were still socially relevant in this dismal little town. he was the horror story told to incoming freshmen, a story of failure.

his gaze skirted around your pretty face; he saw part of the cheer squad waiting in a car outside. they were looking inside the store not so conspicuously and giggling. his eyes narrowed. yeah, he knew he was right; why would you be talking to him?

“yeah, well, at least i still have a job,” he quipped sarcastically. the scent emanating from your soft skin and your cardigan was making him dizzy. he found himself in a rush to get you away from him as soon as possible. he wanted to avoid whatever humiliation could be coming next. “will that be all?” he gestured to the tape. you seemed startled as you removed your hand from his. he already craved the warmth you gave him. “oh, yeah! i’m sorry to bring that up, by the way. i just wanted to make sure that you’re doing alright.” he hummed and registered the rental in the system, trying to ignore your presence less than a foot away from him. “just return it next friday,” he said, already turning back to his magazine. he felt a little bad, sure, because out of the corner of his eye, he could see you deflate. you became a little more subdued because of him. his dad was right - nobody wanted to be around him.

he hadn’t even realized that he’d zoned out until your fingers brushed against his once again.

you seemed to notice the shift in him, though, and the tender smile returned to your face as you took the tape from his hands. “it was really nice seeing you, steve. i’ve missed you,” you said before giving him a kiss on the cheek and slipping out the door. he was left mid page-turn, plump lips agape.

and of course robin wasn’t there to see it.

you were the current co-head cheerleader at hawkins. you were chrissy cunningham’s best friend. you were the top of the pyramid, all tiny crop tops and skirts that showed the cusp of your ass. you smelled like jasmine and citrus and god, were you pretty. supple skin, graceful eyelashes, a lush mouth. steve knew that you most definitely tasted like sweet almond cookies, soft on his tongue. he knew that you rented pretty in pink almost every friday, when he thought you would be partying. he knew that you were too good for him. so why the hell did you keep coming in to talk to him?

for weeks after that, you returned every friday to rent pretty in pink. you always stayed to talk with steve, and he felt his hard exterior start to slip away. you laughed at all his dumb jokes, even staying past closing to keep him company as he reorganized the incoming tapes. you brought him lunch with lovey-dovey notes that he definitely didn’t store in his wallet. he invited you over for movie nights — a weekly occurrence for the two of you. he’d even introduced you to his gaggle of freshmen. but in the back of his mind, he knew that you were just pulling him along on a frail string — and it was surely about to snap.

but even through all of that, coming in five times in one week was a lot.

the bell at the door jingled, taking steve out of his reverie. it was getting colder in hawkins — the last of the nice weather before the bitter chill of winter set in.

he took a breath and slid himself behind the counter as he saw you walk in. he could’ve sworn that you perked up, chin rising and hair shifting to show off your kissable neck as you fluttered over. stop it, he commanded himself in his head.

you smiled as you approached him, a sheen to your cheeks and the slope of your nose. “hi, steve,” you said, a little breathless. the light bent around you in a way that gave you a natural glow. steve could swear that he heard a choir singing somewhere. he shook himself into the present. “hey sweetheart, what’s up?” he said, reminding himself to play it cool. be neutral. you looked down, hands flattening your white skirt. you suddenly felt your cheeks warm. “i was just wondering if you’re going to be at the pep rally next week?” you looked so hopeful, standing on your tippytoes to lean over the counter. steve could see the tops of your tits as they threatened to spill out of your pink scoop-neck top.

he was shocked that he, steve harrington, new resident nothing of hawkins, was being asked out by the prettiest girl in his deadbeat town. this had to be some sort of sick joke that nicole and amanda put you up to. he smirked at you, plan in motion. if you wanted to play it that way with all the tiny tops and touching and the way you smell like apricot scrub…well, he’s getting off topic. the point is, steve harrington needed to play you right back.

“yeah, of course i’ll be there.”

he winced behind his smile. you beamed up at him.

into the garden, by the hand.

you’ve always had me,

walking on a string.

you were co-head cheerleader, that was true. but you also had a hopelessly huge crush on steve harrington, something your friends teased you over a lot. especially chelsea. the only person who ever defended you was chrissy, your best friend. chrissy always placed your hand in hers as a motion of comfort, a crinkle in between her brows as she told the cheer squad to, “back off! it’s not like bradley dunkirk is any better.” the other girls tittered in laughter as chelsea hid her flaming cheeks in her pompoms. you shook your head at chelsea and chrissy’s repartee as your eyes searched the bleachers. it was the day of the pep rally — the positively perfect time to show off your cheering prowess. your skirt was hiked up a little extra; your top was your smaller one from sophomore year that made your boobs perk up and almost overflow through the v-cut.

your pompoms wilted in your clammy hands as you scanned the gym, searching for that swoon-worthy warm grin and floppy hair. you eventually spotted him mouthing something to robin. they laughed through their own secret language and you felt a sinking pressure descend on your chest.

but then robin said something, gesturing toward you with a nod of her head. he looked up and over, eyes alert and looking for someone. his gaze rested on you, a pensive neutrality washed over his face. you rustled your pompoms playfully at him as you smiled, skirt swinging and exposing more of your thighs. steve swallowed as he saw the fabric rise, but then he just gave you a polite, closed-lip smile and looked back at robin, who was gesturing wildly at him.

your pompoms drooped and you frowned. he’d been weird the entire week, avoiding you, brushing off your coy smiles and flirty touches. you were overjoyed that he came and were looking forward to seeing his cute little dimples, but he didn’t seem to want anything to do with you. you sagged in your tennis shoes until chrissy tapped your shoulder and signaled that it was time to start.

your routine went perfectly. but as you stood on your teammates' shoulders and smiled at the roaring crowd, your mind was elsewhere. steve was clapping for you, but his eyes didn’t hold the usual mirth that they did. you thought that the two of you were building up to something. he couldn’t be that dense, you thought to yourself. surely all the love notes and smiles and jokes made him realize that you liked him. a lot. a LOT a lot. at the very least, you thought you were friends.

you’d liked steve since freshman year. you were barely a teenager, a fresh-faced fourteen year old who sucked her braces when she was nervous. you saw him in the parking lot, all boyish smiles and strong hands. you immediately liked the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. they crinkled, but they stayed open — so that he could still take in the face of whoever he was speaking with. you liked that he was considerate, that he held the library door open for you even as his date rolled his eyes for “helping a stupid little frosh.” you disappeared into the background for that first year, as you watched his life collapse in on itself.

but then sophomore year came and you blossomed. chrissy cunningham was in your english class. you two were partnered up to read a scene from macbeth and couldn’t do it without laughing. you knew that day, that she was going to be your best friend. then, the two of you were suddenly trying out for cheer. you got your braces taken off. your hair and a new healthy shine to it. people looked your way as you walked arm in arm with chrissy, ponytails bouncing in unison.

you’d always been afraid to speak to steve. sure, he was nicer than most popular kids (to you, at least) — but he was just so cute. and that made it all the more impossible to approach him. you remember how you felt your heart clench after you heard he and nancy broke up. he seemed to really love her, but a selfish part of you itched at the chance to have your shot.

that summer, when he was working at the mall, you barely had the courage to step inside scoops ahoy, even though amanda and bridget begged you to go with them. you knew robin from your history class. she was funny and sweet and a welcome surprise as you stepped into the ice cream shop. you walked up to the counter with a sway in your hips that ensured that people looked at your ass in those tiny denim cutoffs. you, robin, and your friends joked for a bit about your upcoming senior year. they were discussing something about a new culture club song when you looked to your right.

steve was laying on the charm while serving two girls from your school. you felt your stomach twist in jealousy. you looked at your sweet red converse and didn’t even notice robin asking for your order. you blinked at her and smiled, asking for strawberry in a cone. you and your friends moved toward where steve was. he gave you a small smile and looked you up and down, before going right back to flirting.

you liked him from afar; that was the extent of your relationship with steve. up until now, you’d only made small talk with him at parties. but you liked him because of how you saw him interact with others, especially that dustin kid.

you were heartbroken to think that the past few months of work visits and move nights (during which his arm would venture around your shoulder) didn’t mean anything to him. you saw him talking to robin off in a corner, and putting on a brave face, bounced over to the two of them.

“hi robs!” you chirped. she smiled at you and yelled your name as you approached from across the gym, miming pompoms in her hands. “nice cheering,” she said with a wink. you giggled in embarrassment and looked down at your frilly socks. “nice…playing?” you said. she laughed, but steve stood silently. robin looked between the two of you before muttering something about a girl named vickie.

you stood in front of steve now. he couldn’t help but think about how cute you looked in your uniform, glowing after a successful pep rally.

“hi stevie,” you said. he flushed at your nickname, something that you’d given him a few weeks ago after noticing a similar flush appear when you used it in passing.

“hey sweetheart,” he said, not looking you in the eye. you transferred your pompoms to one hand and reached the other out to gently grasp at his fingers. he let you.

“what’s going on? are you okay?” you asked sweetly. the dark part of steve, the part that convinced him that you were just leading him on, told him that you were faking it. that you were just here to make fun of him in front of his ex-classmates who already did the same behind his back. but here you were, face to face, looking at him with worry and your jasmine scent and pretty lips. he sighed out your name; you could detect the disappointment.

“i know what you’re doing.”

you looked at him in confusion, still holding his hand. you stepped closer to him and could smell his lemongrass shampoo. “stevie,” you said softly, “what do you mean?”

“i know your friends put you up to this,” he said harshly. something akin to hurt flickered across your face, but you replaced it immediately with your usual gentle disposition. “put me up to what?” you prompted softly. he rolled his eyes and huffed, pulling his hand away from you. this time, you let the hurt show on your face.

“i know that you and your friends wanted to fuck with me by pretending that you liked me,” he said finally, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. you looked utterly crestfallen. your heart ached at the possibility that steve could think that your affection was anything but sincere. “no, stevie, please-“ you started, but he cut you off. “i know that i’m just this has-been cool kid who’s good for nothing, but i’m still a person. and i won’t be dragged around on your little string anymore. i’m done.”

if you looked crestfallen before, you looked absolutely crushed right now.

steve desperately wished that he could suck his words from the air around you and never let them see the light of day. but from the look on your face, he knew there was no going back now.

your eyes tickled and burned as wetness blurred your vision. it hurt you more than anything to know that steve thought so little of you. the boy you’d do anything for, go anywhere for, thought that this was all a game to you. you tried to swallow around the lump in your throat, your next words coming out cracked: “steve, i promise it’s not like that.” he scoffed.

“then tell me why your friends sit outside of the video store and watch us and fucking laugh at me?”

your heart stopped then. it broke you, knowing that steve thought so little of himself and you. “steve, they’re laughing at me! because i never stop talking about you because-“ you stopped, not knowing whether you should even bother to tell him now. with a shaky breath, you continued: “because i like you so goddamn much.”

he looked at you strangely then, watching the tears finally begin their path along your cheeks. “save it. i’m done.” the gym was empty now; everyone had left during your conversation. he looked at you, all dolled up in a green little cheerleading costume, a yellow ribbon threaded through the back of your ponytail. he tried to ignore the wetness on your face and the pitiful tremble of your bottom lip. he tried to memorize the color of your lipgloss and how it sparkled under the dimming sun and fluorescent lights. he looked at you and tried his best to keep himself from falling for you. he turned to walk out of the gym doors. as his reeboks squeaked across the lacquered hardwood, steve thought about running back to you and kissing you until he heard his favorite laugh bubble up out of your chest. he heard a sob rip its way out of your throat and in a moment of weakness, he turned around to see you drop your cute little pompoms and raise your hands to your face to hide your tears.

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[booksandpaperss]

Look guys, when I say that I’d be pissed if Mike did turn out straight I don’t mean it in a “I’d hate Mike forever bc I’m only gonna defend him if he’s queer otherwise he’s completely irredeemable and he sucks as a person” kind of way.

I mean it in a “I’m squinting my eyes, scratching my head, turning and shaking the screen, trying to figure out any possible explanation for Mike’s behavior being written the way it is other than him being queer and I’m coming up blank” kind of way.

And THATS way I’d be pissed if the duffers tried to play him off as straight. Thankfully they won’t bc they’re the ones who wrote him as queer in the first place 💀🖐🏻 but y’all get the point.

these thoughts are inspired by a post by @aemiron-main on Mike’s queer coding in his writing. Got me thinkin abt this. Bestie u are a genius <3

[biillyhargroves]

hi here to distract u: rewatching s2 the other day i noticed on the very first shot we see of tina’s party, right before they show the keg stand, on the left side of the screen is a van that has the same coloring/style of eddie’s and then a cloud of smoke comes out of the door alongside an obvious stoner. i’m positive the duffers didn’t do that on purpose but i don’t care i’m claiming it as canon that eddie was at that halloween party when steve and billy first met

Listen!! The Duffers for sure didn’t do this on purpose because their continuity game is frankly terrible. I don’t think that two dudes who can’t remember their main character’s birthday are the types to plant a breakout character two seasons early. But!!! It’s so fun to think of Eddie existing in the background in the early seasons, and while he’s marked as a school outcast he’s also a known dealer and likely would have crashed any local parties he could, especially at the rich kids’ houses, to make bank.

So, yes, I’ll totally buy that Eddie was there selling out of his van, probably chilling outside and letting people come to him. And Billy, anxious and exhausted from performing for all of these new people, from scaling the social hierarchy, absolutely stumbled outside for some air and caught Eddie’s eye. And Eddie absolutely offered him something to take the edge off, and Billy accepted, spent the latter half of the night hiding out in the back of the fan, smoking, shooting the shit. Eddie puts on some music and is surprised to see Billy murmuring the words. He quizzes Billy on his metal knowledge, gets a full history of all the weekends Billy spend sneaking out of the house to hit the local clubs, pries all the details of all the shows Billy got to see. Soon enough, Billy excuses himself, complaining that he has to pick up his kid sister, get her home before curfew. They part ways knowing that they’ll ignore each other at school on Monday, pretend that this never happened, but they’re both at the next party, and the one after that, and Billy always finds Eddie before the night wraps up, stays a while, smokes with him, drinks with him, dissects new albums with him, drunkenly tells him about the girls who eye him like candy and the boy he wishes would just fucking look at him. It doesn’t take Eddie long to realize that he’s talking about Steve Harrington, the very prick Billy has dethroned. And Eddie is shameless. Plays matchmaker. Maybe inserts himself a bit, for shits and giggles, just to see what might happen. Might as well shoot his shot with the pretty boy who wanders into his van and smokes all his weed and fights with him over the best Metallica album.