#but dacre said fuck that

[mioakem]

Oh this man needs to go

[ofknowlcdge]

i have plenty of words i want to say about billy but the moment i’m on the computer or able to write any of it it’s gotthe audacity to fuck off.

But saying that, the gist is Billy still lived with abuser verses Jonathan who doesn’t, yes it’s abuse but fucking get it in your heads that Billy was at the very least giving the best he could given the circumstances and bad shit he was going through.

[b00tyliciousbabe]

da vinci

pairing: dacre montgomery x male reader

summary: just the actor fawning over the abundance in your cultural capital.

request: @gayaristocrat YOU ARE THE VISUSLS BBY! thanks sm for your patience, plus the anon who also requested a while back, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing.

notes: happy pride! after FINALLY handing in my art coursework, this is my projection onto the character of the reader. never will i ever pick up another paintbrush - well…also officially finished my exams now so i am a slut for y’all’s requests! flood my inbox (but more importantly my hole) xx

song rec: naomi sharon - definition of love

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dating dacre was nothing short of a dream. he always made you feel so at ease. he loved how creative you were - the perfect match to his inner theatre kid. taking him to fashion exhibitions + poetry slams, and the actor inviting you to theatre shows, seeing the world through each others’ eyes made the time together even more precious. you first met at a ballet show. he had been dragged to see it by a few of his castmates, but was more so enjoying the bts view of you with the dancers. you were backstage fitting all the dancers and making sure they were all comfortable in what you styled. he managed to peek behind the curtain and saw your beautiful, so focused on draping the fabric of the lead’s skirt.

fuck, you were fine.

but he didn’t think much of it, just some cute guy, with beautiful eyes, who probably had a boyfriend. he took his seat and watched it with his friends. one of them was engaged to one of the dancers and so took dacre to the dressing rooms after the show. after introducing the two of you, y’all were practically drooling over each other. barely a word was said between you, but your hearts’ communicated greater feelings than mere speech ever could. they say love at first sight is something for the big screen, but your initial encounter rivalled the biggest stories of romance any writer could ever craft.

from that night, you practically were together, with the tabloids plastering the two of you holding hands, yachting in capri. the pop culture side of twitter was OBSESSED with your relationship to the actor and was in constant awe with how perfect you guys were for each other.

y/nsupremacy: you guys make my heart smile

user111: they’d make such cute babies

dacrefanclub6: sexiest couple on the internet

there was even a time where he had to do a nude scene in an upcoming blockbuster and the whole world saw how much your man was packing. in his press tour, the panel of interviewers didn’t shy away from your bf’s HUGE deal, some even made inappropriate comments.

‘god bless bottoms like y/n, he be taking that shit better than a pornstar’

‘poor y/n, how does that thing even fit?’

‘checks out…big booty bitches y/n deserves to be fucked by hung men.’

dacre was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable with the constant media comments on your thickness, but he had nothing to fear. you embraced it, you were said to have the best bod in fashion. as much as he tried to keep his life with you private, he lowkey wanted to let the world know that how much of a good boy you were for him.

dacre: ‘in all fairness i ain’t had any complaints from him so…’

dacre: ‘but…our neighbours definitely hate us.’ he remarks with a devilish grin.

everyone was rooting for your relationship, and what better way to show this than him enlisting the joint troops of your fandoms to surprise you whilst you were working in paris. he had gotten some time away from filming and decided to come and visit your atelier in paris. sprawled out on your desk, with needles and materials adorning the creative canvas of the room, he saw you hard at work. with the same vein poking through your forehead as the first time he laid eyes on your angelic physique, he could’ve fallen in love all over again.

‘hey babe’ he came up to you with flowers. ‘you look ravishing tonight’ rolling his r’s with a tenacity that made you smile. his tone always made you feel so safe.

‘i ain’t even dressed yet,’ you protest, dusting off the loose threads and sequins from your sweats. ‘you’re beautiful in whatever you wear,’ coming closer and gripping underneath your butt, ‘even prettier with less on.’ dacre quips as his lips tickle your ear.

‘dacre stop,’ you laugh out. ‘that giggle of yours is so infectious.’ he crashes his lips into you, the flowers dropping haphazardly onto the desk as he pushed his tongue deeper.

he was wearing the blazer you had designed for his birthday last year, paired with a pendant necklace with the first initial of your name on it. he looked so sexy. ‘can’t seem to keep my hands off off of you.’ he breathed, nudging his jacket off.

‘nuh uh, we have dinner reservations.’ nudging him away.

‘fuck. why’d you gotta be so damn sexy?’ he sounded aggravated but you pecked him again, ‘don’t worry, i am all yours tonight.’

taking you to the balcony of a quaint, parisian bistro, the chill of the capital’s air made the two of you even more enamoured, your hearts burning passionately. whilst eating, you got some sauce on the corner of your lips, as he pushes it back into your mouth. ‘gotta get you used to the feeling of a foreign object in your mouth before tonight, don’t i?’ dacre always loved being dirty in public and you made sure to satiate his exhibitionist kink.

after many glasses of wine, you made your way to the louvre. with your many contacts you managed to snag an after hours tour - solo. you were much more of a lightweight than your boyfriend (the man could drink like a pirate and be even more chipper than before) and you couldn’t walk in a straight line for more than a few metres. he let you go so he could see your figure and admire it from afar, but as soon as he saw you stumble, dacre’s hand on your waist guided you to safety and sobriety.

y’all ran throughout the museum, finally landing and kissing in front of the mona lisa. it was such a picturesque moment. the taxi ride back to the hotel was such a fever dream, y’all were all over each other, your chauffeur knew well to close the barrier and give you two some alone time.

‘have i ever told you how beautiful you are?’ he says slurring his speech.

‘tell me again…’ you implored.

‘the most beautiful boy in the world.’ he reassured, pulling you in as the city of paris lit up, illuminating your eyes.

you called him an ‘eager beaver’ as dacre stumbled the two of you into the hotel you were staying at. he grunts between kisses,‘you know you love me.’ serving you with another peck. he stripped your clothes as you followed suit with his own, leaving a chasm of fabric in the corner of the room.

only your shared jewellery was left to remove. you fell back seductively onto the mattress. as dacre crawled on top of you with a dark lust growing in his eyes, you pulled him by the pendant around his neck.

the muscular man laid atop of you, placing each hand on the bed at dip of your waist, using his palms as a fulcrum to steady himself. you glanced down to see the light reflecting off his abs as they danced on the curves of your body.

‘you’re so beautiful.’ he whispered, kissing your cheek and cupping your face.

he lifted himself from your figure, grabbing your thighs and placing your feet at either side of his head.

kissing your legs softly ‘so fucking soft.’ he moaned into your skin. his dick was throbbingly red, precum glazing his cock as he slowly thigh fucked you. he folded his arms around your plush knees, and kept that pace, your fingers grazing his cock head each time it escaped the warm walls of your inner thighs. to your annoyance, he kept this up for what felt like forever. halting, you felt his rock length graze your hole.

‘dacre, put it in already!’ you said with overstimulated passion, earning a snicker from your boyfriend.

knowing that you were beginning to grow impatient, he caresses the flesh of your abdomen. ‘look who’s eager now?’ he smirked.

shut up,’ stroking his happy trail with an endearment. you looked up at him and bit your lip. ‘I need you, please.’ his mouth agape at you ‘of course baby.’

he laced his fingers into yours. rocking slowly into you. his huge dick stretching you out slowly as the the dimly lit room made his ash blue eyes appear dark with lust.

‘fuck, have i missed this pussy’ rhetorically muttering. dacre began whispering sweet nothings into your ear:

‘you’re doing so well.’

‘taking it like my good little boy aren’t you?’

he made you so hot. lifting himself onto his toes, he angled himself directly into you, placing his entire weight on you. fucking down into your hole, your boyfriend was hitting nerves that had been neglected in his absence.

your sphincter began tightening around him, dacre knew what this meant - your release would soon follow. he started kissing your neck, and circled your left nipple with his thumb, goading your orgasm out of you as he started drilling a bit faster. dacre chased his own high begging you to finish with him whilst slurring his words.

‘take it, baby it’s all yours. UGHHHHH’ he busted strongly inside you. his big balls slapped at your butt one last time, reassuring both of you that he had seeded you deeply. you came all over his chest, as he chuckled.

‘love it when you paint me, that’s that sexy shit i like.’ he praised giving you an eskimo kiss to calm you from my high.

‘y/n,’ he whispered, big spooning you.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ you sounded concerned, cradling his hand.

‘nothing love, i just,’ he paused hesitantly.

you turned back to face him. ‘what is it? you know you can tell me anything.’

‘I just need you to know how much i missed you,’

‘oh dacre, you already did an amazing job showing me.’ You joke ‘I feel so…enlightened right now.’

he lets out a sad deep chuckle, turning to him and stroking his cheek ‘I missed you too.’

he gripped your waist, taking your words as a source of comfort. pushing his tongue down your throat.

‘ready for round two,’ you say, massaging his dick with your palm, getting him ready.

‘always.’ he affirms, spanking your ass and turning you over. the first round was very much for your pleasure and to let you know that he had truly craved your body.

but seeing your coke bottle body all splayed out for him? it was here that dacre’s beast was awoken.

‘ass up for me baby.’ he said guiding you to a more comfortable position. he massaged your thick cheeks and started eating you out. his large hands looked abysmally small in comparison to how juicy your ass was.

‘I ain’t gonna show you any mercy this time, you know the safe word, but i don’t think we’ll be needing it.’ he muttered, kissing down your spine before impaling you.

‘shitttt dacre, slow down.’

‘shut the fuck up and take that shit like the pretty, little cockwhore you are.’ dacre degraded, knowing how much you loved his dom/aggressive nature almost as much as his softer side.

dacre began going ham on your poor hole. he stood up as he began pulling you into him from the edge of the bed. with one hand crossed against your cheek and the other in his hair, he had to compose himself - else he come to quickly.

he fucked into you at a painfully quick pace, but it felt so good having him take control. dacre slutted you out almost unconscious for a bit and you were brought back to earth as he hit your second hole.

‘fuck baby,’ ‘I will never get tired of that ass.’ he said watching your thickness bounce against his abs. you started becoming more active, pushing back onto him for a heightened pleasure.

‘shake it for daddy, theeeere ya go, that’s MY shit baby. FUUUUUUUCK.’

‘oh god, your dick is so good, dacre.’ you moan out , which is enough to send him over the edge.

he came as your ass halted at his base. tightenibg around him he started breathing falteringly. ‘baby d-don’t do that, shiiiiit.’ he started leaking like a faucet. trying to thrust inside with some rhythm (to no avail), he collapsed on top of you.

‘I love you so much.’ you say breathlessly.

‘the feeling is so mutual babe.’ he kissed into your skin.

‘y/n, you’re so fucking wet,’ he spoke under his breath. still inside that filled pussy of yours, his cum and your slick provided a juicy lubricant. as he pulled out, the cum oozing out of your wrecked hole pooled into his pubes and on the duvet cover. the two of you were completely oblivious to the mess, and cuddled in the filth you’d created - a filth you were looking forward to adding to in the morning.

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[steviesbicrisis]

Stranger Things S2 rewatch thoughts

I finally finished rewatching S2 and this is everything I've written down as I was watching lmao

KEITH USED TO WORK AT THE ARCADE?? Also the arcade is right next to family video so Keith just moved next door in season 3 lmao

Steve omg you’re so cute stop

FINALLY MAX IS HERE

Okay Billie is bad, yes? We all agree Billie is bad, right? But Dacre IS SO HOT I CANNOT HE TOOK A “PORCA TROIA” OUT OF ME LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

Honestly they’re so dope for dressing up as ghostbusters and going to school with matching outfits

Ugh Nancy and Steve are so terrible for each other

Steve’s face during the bullshit scene really broke my heart 🥺

People being annoyed at Joyce for being super protective of Will like what?? That boy was proclaimed dead, they had a funeral and he turned out to be in another dimension??? I dare you to not be at least a little paranoid

I’m getting the gayest vibes ever from this basketball + shower scene I’m not even joking, Harrington 100% felt what it is like to be a girl objectified in a nightclub

Billy calling Steve pretty boy is so fucked up like are you Eddie Munson? No so imma need you to back off ✋

Jfc no wonder Vecna chose max she’s a walking gold mine for therapists

One drive with Billy would be enough for me to become a target for Vecna I swear

A part of me will always blame Dustin for the cat’s death 🥲

Stranger things is so good I cannot fucking believe my eyes sometimes

First Nancy, now Hopper… can they like, stop going inside creepy ass portals all by themselves? FFS

OH MY GOD ERICA WAS SO SMALL HOW CUTE SINDFKJDF

Lucas telling Max “if I tell you the truth, you could be arrested or killed. Do you accept the risk?” Hits different now

FINALLY THE DUSTIN/STEVE DUO IS BORN

I was today years old when I realized Nancy broke up with Steve in S1 for a month but then she got back with him because she got tired of waiting for Jonathan

Dustin’s proud smile when Steve told him “good call dude” I CANT IM WEEK IM CRYING ON THE FLOOR

I will never get over Dustin’s pure adoration for Steve in this season

JUSTICE FOR BOB

BOB NEWBY THE SUPERHERO 😭😭😭

Everyone: it’s like the mind flyer! Steve&Max: don’t speak nerd in my presence pls

I’m sorry but Mike holding that small trophy as a weapon LOL

I CANNOT BELIEVE THE KIDS WERE AT THE WINDOW WHEN BILLY CAME ARE STUPID

I cannot believe they wanted to leave a beaten-up and concussed Steve behind, are you crazy???

I totally forgot that Steve, in a span of a couple of hours, pushed his girlfriend to be with another guy, got beaten up defending kids he barely knows and then went down - all beaten up and concussed - the upside down tunnels just for said kids?? ARE U EVEN REAL MAN?

Will turning to Mike when that girl asked him to dance 🥺

Nancy is so fucking right, those girls are so stupid turning Dustin down like fuck you who do you think you are????

Jopper at the end, I love my parents so much

Here my thoughts on S1!

[harcove]

Stargazer - B.H.

a/n not a request, because... idk man, i have so many things im in the middle of writing for billy rn, and i had this one in my noggin for a while because i swear i remember somewhere dacre said smthing about it would be cool to see another side of billy- like with a girl just... in a field- cuties. or maybe... i made that up in my head besties idk, but here u go

length: 2.6k

pairing: billy x reader

warnings: no; mention maybe of billy's father and to trauma/abuse. maybe badly written billy im not too confident with this one lmao

summary: billy and you sneak into the hawkins high school football field and look at the stars

The air outside was considerably cooler than it had been during the day, and even then it had already been rather nippy out. The autumn air crisp as the months crawled slowly towards December, towards winter. Maybe a bit chilly for you to be laying in an open field in the middle of the night, but Billy Hargrove didn't seem to care; especially not when he was the one who snuck the two of you into Hawkins High schools football field.

You weren't even sure you had a football team. It was used for soccer and running track. It would be better to refer to it as a soccer field.

"Goddamn it's fucking cold," Billy grumbles, as he jumps down the fence, watching as you take the easier route (for you at least); the small hole that the school had yet to repair in the fencing in a bottom corner; too small for Billy to fit through, but just big enough you could wriggle your way through, "mind reminding me why I agreed to this bullshit?"

"I dunno," the smile is evident in your voice as you finally end up on the right side of the fence, picking yourself up off the dirt ground as Billy looks down at you, hands in his pockets. You use his bent arm to pull yourself up and you can feel the way he stiffens his body to compensate for the weight of your pulling, so neither of you fall, "But it's really not that bad."

"Not that bad?" his brows raise almost comically, and he blinks; his bright blue eyes looking at you like you're insane, "Not that fuckin' bad, huh?"

He breathes out, a bit harsher on purpose, and a plume of air appears in front of the two of you. It's just cold enough that your breath can be seen in front of you, like tiny little clouds of mist; a constant and subtle reminder that the seasons were close to changing once more, Autumn would soon blend into Winter.

Also, a constant reminder for Billy that he was no longer in California.

The sudden thought put a damper on his mood and it was visible in his body language and facial expressions. Billy Hargrove was so much more of an open-book than he realized sometimes. When it came to emotions like anger, or hatred, they showed themselves like black ink on a white page; strikingly. They were two emotions that coincided with one another; and they were the emotions he felt most often and most deeply. Being sad was weak (his father really beat that into him, physically and metaphorically) and being happy? He wasn't sure he could feel happy anymore. Too much anger. Too much hatred.

But then, when he looks at you, everything felt less harsh- his chest doesn't feel as heavy, his body isn't as on fire from a rage deep within; and there is something there. Something that maybe could be happiness. If he let it build, if he worked on it. If he just let it happen.

Easier said than done.

You can feel the way Billy slips away from the moment, noticing the way the dirty blonde sunk deeper into his own head, his face losing any of it's previous sarcasm and maybe even slight amusement, you clear your throat. Better than touching him, because you can't really be sure where his thoughts are in these moments exactly, and you'd seen more than enough to know what his father is like.

"Yeah, not that bad," you repeat, a sly smirk graces your lips as you walk backwards from him, taking big steps to reach the wide open field, your eyes adjusted to the darkness at this point, "you're just being a baby."

Mission successful. Even at the distance you've created between the two of you, you can see the way his face morphs. It's not anger, not like some might think it would be at being called a name; it's light-hearted when you say it, and only you can say it. He'll get back at you. He always does. Sometimes sooner rather than later; and now it's sooner.

The sound that comes from his lips isn't exactly a laugh, it's more of a scoff; a laugh of disbelief as he watches you get further away. His tongue juts out, wetting his lips, a slight shake of his head; eyes zoning in on you perfectly.

"Baby?" he sounds defiant, mock-angry. You just shrug your shoulders, shouting back at him, 'yeah' before waving your arms in the air, "You're fuckin' asking for it."

Billy is fast. He would be, considering how he likes to work out and stay fit; his place on the basketball team for Hawkin's high school shines through in moments like this where he starts running towards you; in turn you turn to face forward, starting to run yourself towards the centre of the field. It's a futile effort to run from Billy Hargrove. He's always going to catch you. He's fast. And he doesn't let up.

You squeal when he suddenly grabs you, slamming his body into your own with his arms around your middle, picking you up with easy and throwing himself onto the ground with you to boot. The laughter bubbles up in your throat as you try to catch your breath, winded and filled with adrenaline. You can hear it before you see it; the laugh from him, the smile in his laugh. It's not a laugh like yours, one that is full-bodied and hard to catch your breath too- it's more like a burst of laughter that he brings back down to control. But it's still a laugh.

You've heard it before. But never like this. He's laughed when he's been angry, he's laughed but it's been fake and calculated. But now he laughs and it isn't thought out beforehand. It isn't in disbelief or anger.

His strength and heavy-handedness is only amplified when he tosses you off him from where he took the brunt of his purposeful fall to the ground, quickly flipping you over without much time for you to think about what's happening. It's only when he's hovering over you with a hand digging into your hip- not enough to hurt you, but enough to know damn well it's there.

"Now," he breathes out, his warm breath a stark contrast from the crisp autumn night, "What was it you called me...?"

Mischief swims in your eyes as you stare directly into the prettiest blue you think you've ever seen. Everything about Billy is pretty. He is so beautiful, in every way, but he hates when you say that. He prefers words like hot, or sexy. But he can't hide his red tipped ears when you say he's beautiful or pretty.

He deserves to know he's not just some object for women to oggle at. He's a beautiful human being. He's Billy.

"Ba...by," you huff out, still trying to catch your breathe. The rise and fall of you chest makes contact with Billy's, showing just how close he is to you right now.

His lips crash onto yours. Hungry. Heavy. Angry? No... Needy. But also, vengeful. If you weren't already winded, you are definitely winded now as all thoughts escape you; the need to breathe becoming a secondary thought. Why breathe when you have him? He makes you feel alive. He makes all the bad things in Hawkins just... Stop. Like the stars in the sky, he may disappear, he might go away for some time but he's still always there. He's...

He bits into your lip.

It elicits a muffled cry from you as you push against his chest, his mouth leaving yours.

And he has the audacity to look at you, mock-confusion on his face, breathing much more normal paced compared to your own. It makes you wanna pinch him. But you don't, instead you settle on glaring at him in the dark.

"Someone's being a baby," he throws it back at you with ease, rolling off you when you push him off. To be fair, you didn't have the strength to push him off, he's just giving you one by rolling off of you anyways. A thump when he hits the grass beside you.

Pouting is useless since he can't even see it now that he's looking at the sky, but you do it anyway. It's the principle of the thing you suppose.

It's quiet. The only sound being a cricket here or there, and the sound of your breathing mixed with his own. Your finally able to regulate your breathing and bring it back to normal. You wish you had a drink, but that's not a big deal for now. The cool air entering your lungs feels good, a balm to the burn from your previous silliness.

"At least your warm now, right?" You offer up the words after a few more beats of silence.

He snorts.

"There's better ways to get warm and stay warm."

You know what he's implying and you hit his shoulder softly with your fingers.

"No. Not in public."

He doesn't respond to that. He really would do anything with you right there, but contrary to what others seemed to believe, he was rather respectful of your boundaries when it came to these things. That didn't mean he wasn't going to tease you.

"Can't believe I'm with a goddamn prude. Its the middle of the damn night."

Like that.

"It's not being a prude!" You focus your attention on the sky, "now just... Look."

He lets out a heavy breath.

The reason you wanted to come out here in the first place. The night sky, filled with stars.

Hawkins wasn't a big city or more populated place like California, it was a small town. Light pollution wasn't really a thing here as it would be in big cities. You took it for granted till you visited your aunt and uncle one year in New York, where the light pollution was rampant. Seeing a star there was nigh impossible.

But Hawkins? The sky was littered with so many little stars, stars you could see perfectly. You could make out some and the vast dark that went on forever. It made you feel oddly melancholic. Sometimes you wished you could reach up, touch them, and join them up there. So small in the grand scheme of things. A reminder of just how large the universe was. Just how... Insignificant you were in the grand scheme of things.

And that was okay. Sometime, you need to be reminded that you're just one person in a world of billions, you're small, and not everything needs to be on your shoulders.

You wanted Billy to feel that. Feel the weight of the world drift away as the stars reminded you, you're only human. Just a small, little human.

"That's the big dipper," you reach your arm up to point at the cluster of stars forming the measuring cup like shape in the sky, "I only know it because it was the only one I could find when I was a kid."

"Still the only one you can find?"

"Uh, no," you matter-of-factly say, moving to point towards another cluster, "there's the little dipper."

"Damn," he mocks, "the little one too?"

You giggle, wiggling closer to Billy's side, seeking his warmth and just his presence in general.

"Still don't get why we couldn't do this when it's warmer. I'm not giving you my damn jacket, you still haven't given me back the other fucking one."

That's true. But he doesn't complain too much. You always bring it back to him, and it somehow always ends up back with you anyways.

"Because, you can see the stars better when it's colder."

"Bullshit," you see his breath when he speaks, "That's the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard."

"No its not!" You don't actually know that. You just said it, because you've always found you see the stars the best when it's colder. Maybe it's because you usually look up at the sky most during this time of year, when the sky darkens so much quicker than in the summer.

Once more, the conversation lulls to a stop, it's a easy silence that settles between you, one that feels comfortable and safe. Something about being with Billy feels safe, it always does. You can only hope that it's the same for him; that being with you is a safe place for him. Or someday, it will be.

He deserves at least one person, one place, in his life that's safe.

You wriggle close enough to the man that you can rest your head on his shoulder and you do so with ease, but you can feel his shoulder stiffen for a moment before it relaxes. It's just you. He's fine with you.

Much to your pleasure he moves the arm of the shoulder you placed your head on out from beneath you, snaking it around your shoulder to force you closer to him with a single tug. It brings you close enough to Billy that your practically on top of him. When you settle yourself comfortably, one leg hiked up across his torso, with your body pressed against his side and your head close to his heart- his hand leaves your shoulder and travels to your waist. He squeezes the flesh on your hip, causing you to jump slightly.

You know he enjoys how you react.

And you like how it feels.

Laying there, beside him, felt right. It felt like this was where you were meant to be. The cold air didn't matter, the hard grass beneath you didn't change anything. It felt so cliché, to lay under the stars beside a handsome boy- the quote en quote bad boy, as if there was nothing else in the world but the two of you.

You really felt you could stay there forever. Be with him forever.

"You fallin' asleep?" When he speaks you feel the vibrations from his chest, "you fall asleep, your on your damn own."

He doesn't mean that. You know that, he knows that. You breathe in his cologne, savouring it before releasing a long breathe.

"I'm not... I'm just," you pause, voice quiet, strikingly different to how it had been before when you were running from him as a joke. If it wasn't so quiet already, your voice may have been carried away with the wind, "Happy."

You aren't surprised when at first, Billy has nothing to say to that.

Billy is turning this over in his head. Happy. You were... Happy. Happy to be there with him, happy to lay on a dirt and grass in the middle of the night with him. Happy. You were happy.

He didn't think he could make anyone happy. That anyone could be happy with him. It was scary. It scared him; how long could he keep that going? How long till something happened, till he did something and ruined everything. Before he ruined your happiness; ruined you. Was it selfish for him to keep you with him, even knowing that he could ruin everything? Was it unfair to want to have you despite his own fears and issues... Maybe, but Billy Hargrove did not care.

He'd be as selfish as he damn pleased.

"A prude, and a goddamn crackpot. At least you're easy to please."

You swear you can hear a soft edge in his voice as he speaks, even if it's hard to catch, like it's barely there. But you can hear it. You pull yourself closer to him, if it's even possible to do at this point.

Yeah, you think, you could stay there forever with him. And he thinks, maybe he could too.

[rigginsstreet]

listening to the new just trish ep and her guest (sorry to that man i dont know that man) was talking about how when he was figuring out his sexuality his became obsessed with this idea of taking other guys' masculinity and like ruining it, and so he'd fuck "straight" married men.

and that just feels.... so billy to me. like, knowing hes gay but hating it because of how neil treats him and so he retaliates by finding married men to sleep with, knowing it would blow up their whole lives if their wives ever found out but he'd be long gone by then so its not like hes got shit to worry about

but then theres also the aspect that said man was 17 when he started doing this so that adds a whole layer of him not having the power he thinks he does (which... by the sounds of it idk if he realized that part of it yet but um.... thats his business i suppose)

ANYWAY

applying this to the context of billys antagonization of steve would also makes so much sense like im pretty sure dacres already talked about how billy felt threatened by steve because he was the schools alpha male and what not but now if we add a queer lens to it it becomes about billy becoming obsessed with steves version of masculinity and how it challenges everything he's been taught by neil PLUS you have him warring with his homosexuality and you get... a very aggressive teenage boy whose bullying tactics manifest in the most horniest of ways

[dalekofchaos]

How Stranger Things mishandles racism

Looking back on how the Duffers mishandle racism. It's bad.

Stranger Things on the whole is very tepid in its portrayal of racism.

In the 80s, in rural Indiana it would have been way more blatant, especially from bully characters like Troy and Billy.

Troy is racist and homophobic. His vile comments about Will and treatment of the party is vile. He makes one racist comment about Lucas and it's never brought up again. Him trying to kill Mike is more focused on and they still try to make him sympathetic in the comics.

Billy is a racist, the Duffer Bros even admit this, yet they backtrack one season later.

They wanted Billy to say the N word in the script, but Dacre did not want to say the vile word to avoid being type cast as racist characters.

Even in Runaway Max

He singles out Lucas and out of everyone Max befriended, Lucas is the only one he was violent with. He specifically said this about Lucas "There are certain type of people in this world that you stay away from"

Billy didn’t target Mike, he didn’t target Will, he didn’t target Dustin. The excuse his stans use is “he was protecting Max, he would’ve done the same thing for the others” HE DIDN’T, HE SPECIFICALLY FUCKING CHOSE LUCAS!

He singled out the one black kid in the party and told Max to “stay away from people like him” and then slammed him against a wall with the intent to kill him, until Steve stood up for Lucas(yet ya’ll ship that racist sack of shit with Steve)

Yeah, that's fucking racist and even Caleb said Billy was fucking racist.

his backstory doesn’t even give us enough of a reason for his blatant racism. They could’ve at least given some more context to why he was such an asshole to Lucas. Childhood abuse doesn’t explain his bigotry. Like yes, he could've internalized Neil's racism, but you can't keep blaming Neil for shit that Billy's done as a grown adult harassing a black kid.

They specifically based Billy on Henry Bowers from IT.

And then they backtracked a season later. Billy is possessed instead of being a willing participant of The Mind Flayer to get revenge on Max, Lucas and the party. All the racism against Lucas and abuse of Max is washed over and they act like it never happened.

And honestly, I don't think Patrick should've been apart of Jason's friend group because it would've done more to make him hateable than to make Lucas the token black guy of Jason's brigade of psychos. Especially considering how everyone else in the group but Jason looked down on Lucas. To me Jason is the type of guy who makes everyone think he's this great guy, very misogynistic and closeted racist and the type of guy who would defend Lucas to his friends by saying "he's one of the good ones"

Honestly I would've replaced Patrick with Troy. Troy returning apart of Jason's group would've worked so much better the more I think about it. To get past the whole Lucas in the group, you could have Troy put on a “oh I’m so sorry I’m not like that anymore” act but saying racist things behind his back, then have the act drop the second Lucas doesn’t fall in line. Maybe Troy was supposed to score the winning shot, but Lucas was called in instead of Troy and he held that resentment and it's been building, so the minute Jason and co drop Lucas, Troy's psycho ass is after him. Then Troy gets to have his little revenge on the party and gets to be as vile as he can since they woobified the Henry Bowers of the show a season prior.

Even less obvious, is my one of my biggest gripes of season 4: Officer Powell should have been passed over for Chief in favor of Officer Callahan. No way Powell is getting that position in rural 80s Indiana. And it would have made the season better, because then you could have Callahan bumbling the murders, with Powell stepping up showing how much better he was despite getting passed over for obvious reasons.

So yeah. Racism in Stranger Things is so downplayed, they introduce racist themes and don't do anything with them or just outright forget they exist in the first place to make vile characters seem better.

This reddit post says it all

[coeluvr]

Here's a list I decided to make at presicely 2:06 am about songs that describe my MC (Rika) in different routes because I'm desperate for more coaaf content.

"I'm Just Ken" (Ryan Gosling) - Rika when Hunter

"I'm still standing" (Elton John) - 'Rika that went to therapy' when Luceris

"Wolf in Sheep's Clothing" (Set It Off) - 'Rika that said "Fuck you" to therapy' when Luceris

"Battle Dawn" (Mercedes Lackey) - 'Rika that said "May the act of intercourse strike upon thee" to therapy' when Luceris

"Bad Romance" (Lady Gaga) - Rika when Soarine

"Daisy Bell" (Harry Dacre) or "Until I Found You"  (Stephen Sanchez) - Rika when Fadiya

"The Fox's Wedding" (-MASA Works DESIGN-) - 'Rika that said "Fuck you" to therapy' when Helios

"Love Story" (Taylor Swift) Rika and Helios in the AU where everyone's happy and nobody dies and the biggest obstacle they face is Luceris being the evil Mother-in-law in every Indian soap opera that I was forced to sit through as a kid thanks to my mom.

"Red Flags" (Tom Cardy ft. Montaigne) - Rika when Helios but it's 3 am and I'm dying inside. 

"Mixed Messages" (Tom Cardy) - Rika when Helios and Luceris but specifically the part where the guy punches her girlfriend's dad's dick and it's once again 3 am and I'm once again dying inside.

"Regret Message" (Mothy) - Rika when Alistair (Haha get it cuz they're twi-)

Rika when Vincent doesn't exist, he's just a lil hallucination she has sometimes haha.

Help the songs with the ROs are so funny 😭😭 "I'm just Ken" and "Red Flags" fit some of the dynamics with those ROs so well, I thought of that one with Helios too! Soarine is the waiter, I know it in my heart.

[stranger-rants]

Man you can really tell who Gets It and who don't. I don't even *remember* the lard ass comment. But I do remember Billy being slammed into the wall and trying not to break. And I *distinctly* remember Billy being possessed by the mindflayer and crying. Dacre's performance was incredible, it really looked like Billy was locked behind his own eyes. How is *that* NOT what we remember about him, that was incredible especially from an acting standpoint. But to me Billy very obviously screaming for help as loud as he could despite not being able to control himself says so much about his character.

The lard ass comment was a result of the Duffers thinking they were being funny. It's not that deep that we can use it as evidence for fucking Conduct Disorder of all things. If it was reliable evidence, then every mean teenager would have it.

It's even edited out of the pool scene in some Netflix clips, and Dacre didn't even want to say it to the kid especially because he was "the fat kid." He said in an interview that he basically had to be grateful for the work he got and go along with it.

The way people pick these small things to say that Billy is cruel and without remorse while ignoring the pretty significant evidence to the contrary is my villain origin story, especially when it contributes to the stigma abuse survivors face.

[stevesbipanic]

Just because Billy used a phrase that SOMETIMES MIGHT have racist undertones doesn't mean he was using it in a racist way, or in a way that meant he agreed with any racist undertones. Neil would have killed or severely beaten Max and or Lucas if he caught them even hanging out, and definitely killed them both if he knew about the romantic attachments. Billy was trying to protect Max at every turn, albeit in a twisted and fucked up way.

Billy would never have actually hurt the kids. You think he'd want to ruin the car that is his baby? No. You think he'd want to risk Neil's wrath for such a thing, or for any charges he'd face? No. You think he'd want to leave Max entirely on her own to deal with Neil's abuse? No. He took on the majority of it to protect Max and Susan as best he knew how.

Steve is someone Billy clearly envied, for many reasons. So it's understandable he'd be more aggressive with Steve. Is it okay? No. Never said it was. Billy isn't some psychopath who goes around murdering for funsies. Steve was never a hateable character for me. He did douchey things, but he was a teenager. ALL teenagers do douchey things sometimes, especially when it comes to romantic attachments. He had the chance to wise up and do better though. He learned how to do better. Billy never got that chance.

Stop looking at surface level bullshit and read between the fucking lines. And fyi I don't do self-insert fics, jackass.

First off the fact you're coming back as an anon again clearly shows you're scared of people come to your inbox to tell you how wrong you are. Secondly I don't need to read between the lines when the sky is fucking blue. "Those people" in the context of small town Indiana in the 80s was 100% a racist thing, Dacre and the Duffers have said he was racist and that they actually toned down some lines because what he was saying was becoming too racist for a predominantly sci-fi show. Thirdly, just because you envy a person doesn't mean you're going to beat them almost to death. If Max hadn't stopped billy he would've killed Steve with those injuries that's canon. He barely protected Max, he more protected her when he didn't want to be blamed for her doing certain things which we canonically saw he often was blamed for stuff Max was doing. He was protecting himself more than her. And sure you don't read self insert fics you're just going to the harringrove tag and pretending you're Steve in the over feminised fetishised gay relationship Smuts all because you think billy is hot and that looks means you should get away with attempted murder.

[80svhstapes]

for you fuckwits on twitter who say that dacre's ugly and "just as bad" as billy because his own character is very dear and important to him

WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT ENERGY FOR JAMIE

jamie does the EXACT same thing with vecna yet none of you bat a fucking eye

jamie said, and I quote "I understand him, I love him and I relate to him so I'm always gonna be on his side"

vecna preyed on/killed vulnerable and traumatized children, someone that should not be relatable in any WAY SHAPE OR FORM

dacre has opened up about his own trauma multiple times in hope that you cuntwards will listen and leave him alone but since you only posses an eighth of a brain cell you mock his trauma and tell him that he deserved it

[ellewritesandrants]

This is going to be mildly controversial but here’s me subverting some of the tropes I’ve seen involving Dacre, Joe and Joseph and pushing it onto Billy, Steve and Eddie.

Steve is a famous musician who catapults Eddie’s band into fame after they do a tour together and people start shipping them together. They neither confirm nor deny any allegations which makes the rumors a lot worse but fast forward to maybe a year after the tour has finished and Steve’s doing press of his new album while Corroded Coffins just got done with their last tour stop at a sold-out Madison Square Garden Concert.

Imagine the rest of the band deciding to do something nice for Billy who was their first ever manager/back up player who was instrumental to the rise of Corroded Coffins. He had even managed to take over as the drummer on his birthday because Gareth was an idiot who sprained his wrist from a bad landing doing some skateboard tricks for some fans pre-show. They decided to make a thank-you post on their official Instagram, not realizing that Billy and Eddie’s five year long relationship wasn’t public yet.

The internet basically explodes in anger over this supposed random stranger being called Corroded Coffin’s number 1 fan and for being with the boy a lot of fans loved. It also didn’t help that there were a lot of Steddie fans who bashed him for being the reason their favorite couple wasn’t together.

Steve was doing press for his new album so, during his next interview, he was blindsided about the issue. When asked about his opinion on the topic, he laughs at the thought of him and Eddie together because he’s good for a short time but not a long time.

He ends up saying he’d rather want Billy because not only is the man shredded but he has a heart of gold. He basically fanboys over Billy the entire interview, even going so far as to tell the interviewer he’d warned Eddie that if he fucked up with Billy, that Steve would be there waiting in the wings to nab Billy.

Everyone is even more confused and the internet basically implodes this time around, with majority of the fans wondering what was so good about Billy and this is when the Billy stans start coming out, the ones who’d known about his existence in Corroded Coffins and loved getting any chance of seeing him.

They share all sorts of anecdotes, some personal and some from the members of Corroded Coffins as to the type of person Billy was. They share stories of him essentially being the parent whenever Corroded Coffins did a tour, cooking healthy meals whenever possible and making sure that everything was going alright even if it technically wasn’t his job anymore.

The entire time, Billy and Eddie had been on their way to California for a well-deserved week-long birthday celebration for Billy to be spent with their found family. Eddie was alerted of the drama but Billy wasn’t that big on social media so Eddie didn’t tell him in fear of ruining his birthday celebrations.

Instead, Eddie trolled all of his followers by spamming his stories all week with Billy shirtless on the beach, playing with his siblings, surfing and just generally being either hot or adorable. A lot of thirsty fans suddenly pop up because Billy is definitely as built as Steve said he was and seeing pics of him with family and volunteering at animal centers made more than a few girls and guys melt.

Steve was in LA for the interview and after Eddie watched said interview, he got the bright idea that there might be a way for everyone to get what they wanted because Billy’s already confessed that he had a crush on Steve before he’d met Eddie which didn't really go away.

Eddie invites Steve over for dinner and he straight up tells Steve that they are open to polyamory if Steve’s willing to give it a go. They then spend the next nine months trolling social media and the paparazzi by going out in pairs or all together for dates until a brave fan dared to ask Eddie if they’re all dating and he basically confirms it.

[prettyboybillyhargrove]

Nobody asked Joe ship questions or questions about Joseph, so idk what you’re talking about.

All that was said is that joe loves Eddie and Dustin’s friendship and that his favourite 80s gadget is a walkie talkie and that if he had some he’d give one to Joseph.

This is literally just grace trying to make everything about herself and pretending to be a victim like she always does.

They asked him about Eddie. They asked him about Joseph's new movie gladiator. They asked him if they met on Rome for his birthday. Also this. You literally gave him Joseph's picture to hold? For what exactly? There's no need to explain shit. Y'all ask anything related to your ship and act like you did nothing wrong. I'm tired of y'all's acting innocent bullshit. Y'all bully Grace over this. Even Dacre over this. But when it's Joe and Joseph it's okay? Shut up.

Now go the fuck away from my profile.

[sweet-villain]

Little Trouble In Paradise~2~ Joseph Quinn 

Part 1

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" Oh Joseph you look so good tonight" you mocked Grace voice upon hearing her a few moments ago talking to you boyfriend. Dacre who is leaning against the counter with a drink in his hand, snickers but stops once you glare at him shoving a chip in your mouth.

" You need a drink" he says as he is ready to make you one when you mutter him, " Get me a whole damn bottle. This is going to be a long night."

He sighs as he goes to get you drink leaving you on your own glaring at Joseph and Grace. She laughed at something he said, swatting his chest. You shoved another chip in your mouth as you groan. He wasn't doing anything to stop her little touches and you were ready to dump the whole chip bowl over her head.

" Hey" you heard. You turn your head meeting Keery, he brought his girlfriend with him. You offered him a smile but it didn't reach his eyes, he let her go once he sees the fake smile as he wraps his arm around you.

" What's the matter?" he asks, whispering in your ear as he rubs your back in comfort. You know he is only doing it to make you feel better. " Why don't you ask your friend Joseph over there?" Joe pulls away from you as he looks to where your boyfriend is, and stiffs seeing the way Grace was flirting with him. He shoves his drink into his girlfriends hands as he stomps his way over to them.

Joe takes a hold of Joseph by his shirt and drags him into the hallway away from a confused Grace. She is pouting that she no longer has Joseph attention and crouches down a bit seeing you were watching her with anger in your eyes. She averts her eyes and makes her way around the room, walking away.

" Here you go" Dacre comes back with your drink in your hand. You grip the glass with your hand, frowning as you look up at him.

" This isn't a bottle" He nods, " Start with this" he says. His eyes grow wide when he sees you chuck the alcohol like it was nothing and push the glass back into his chest. " Get me a bottle, Montgomery"

Joe was glaring at Joseph with his grip still on Joseph's shirt.

" What the fuck are you doing?" Joe hisses.

" Talking to a friend?" Joseph asks, not sure what was going on and why Joe was so angry with him. Joe points a finger towards the room you are in, releasing Joseph from his hold.

" You're girlfriend is in there, upset over your so called talking with Grace out of all people. You know how she feels about her and yet what the fuck are you doing?"

" Talking to a friend and Y/N will get over it, she's a big girl" Joe's eyes got wide as big as saucers hearing his friend not really care about his own girlfriend and her feelings.

" You, my friend are sleeping on the couch" Joseph rolls his eyes. " Stay out of my relationship, Keery" Joseph walks back into the room looking to see you were given a whole bottle of your favorite alcohol by Dacre. He stared in disbelief watching you throw your head back as you took a drink.

Dacre's eyes meet Joseph and he watches as Dacre stand becomes protective as he shoots a glare at Joseph.

Joseph watches as you cap the drink back, licking your pink lips and you were making your way to him, pointing a finger at his face. This was the first time in awhile that you were face to face with him.

" I hate you" you spat at him. Your words sunk a knife through his heart. His gaze soften as he reach out to you but you took a step back from him, shaking your head.

" Don't touch me" he drops his hands as he frowns watching the state you were in. He notices the way your hair is a bit messy as if you were running your fingers through it. He notices your mascara running down your cheeks and that you hadn't bothered to clean your face. He takes notices that you took off your heels and have them discard somewhere in the room. He would find them later. He takes notice of the bottle in your grip and notices the way your gripping the counter.

" Dacre" he hears you call out the one person he doesn't like. Your best friend. But he has dealt with it. His eyes glare as Dacre comes up behind you, wrapping an arm around you as he helps you out of the room. He glances down at the white counter in front of him having your words repeated in his head. You hated him. This was going to the end of your relationship. He was going to lose you.

" You fucked up badly" he hears Maya say to him walking past him.

" I really thought you really loved her" Charlie says, shaking his head looking at his friend in a disapproving way.

" She really cared about you, gave her heart to you. You really hurt her" Natalie says but doesn't finish what she wanted to say as Charlie takes her away leaving Joseph to himself. His eyes brim with tears feeling his heart crack in two. Maya was right. He messed up.

He was stupid to talk to Grace knowing how much you didn't like her around. He missed your touch, your hugs, your laughter, the way you looked at him, when you told him you love him, he misses being around you and he messed it all up.

Dacre takes you upstairs to one of the room opening the door handle as he finds a bedroom as he settles you on the bed. You plop on the bed with a bottle in your hands but then it was gone. You let out a whine missing the touch of it around your hand.

" That's enough for you" he says as he puts it down on the floor near the door. He takes out his phone to call Liv that he would be looking out after you and staying with you. He didn't want you to get in trouble or leave you like this. You are his best friend and he cares about you.

Liv sends her love to you and hopes your okay. Dacre was going to fill her in later.

When Dacre comes back to check in on you, he chuckles seeing you sleeping on your side with a hand underneath your head. He sits down on the bed moving the hair away from your face and gets up again going to the bathroom getting a small white towel and putting it underneath the water. He comes back and leans over to wash away the running mascara and the make up on your face. He takes off your eyelashes and sets them next to the bed. He leans down to place a kiss on your forehead and it leaves you mumbling something.

He doesn't want to move you to wake you up, he settles in pulling the side of the covers over you and settles in besides you, watching as you slept wishing you weren't hurting like this.

The sun shines into the window of the bedroom that you currently laid in, a groan escapes your mouth as you turn over bumping into something or someone. Your head shot out of bed, but you relax once seeing Dacre was sleeping next to you in his shirt and pants. He hasn't bothered to strip down and slept on the covers.

You groaned again, gripping your head and your moving around has awaken Dacre who opens his eyes as he stares at you.

"Good Morning" he greets you, his accent is thicker in the mornings.

" Fuck" you mumble dropping down back on the bed. He throws his head back laughing and you swat his chest. " Shut up" you say.

He turns to his side as he watches you lay there, " How are you doing?"

" Horrible. I am not drinking ever again" he shakes his head.

" We all know it's not true" He reaches over besides the bed and gets you an aspirin and a cup of water. Before he went to bed, he went into the kitchen to get those for your hangover passing by Joseph who sat in the kitchen and once he was in there, Joseph looked up and sees the water and aspirin.

" Take care of her" he tells Dacre. Dacre nods but doesn't say anything to him when he walks back into the room and falling asleep next to you.

You take it from him, sending a nod to him in silence and you lay back down noticing you were in your dress still and your feet were bare.

" Where are my shoes?" you wiggled your toes as you look at Dacre.

" I have to look for them if you want me?" you shrugged. " Maybe later" you sat up a bit running fingers through your hair and scrunching up your face in disgust. You smelled badly and needed a shower.

" Thank you for taking care of me last night"

" It's what best friends are for" he sends you a smile and you eye his outfit. " How did you sleep in that?" He looks down at his outfit and shrugs. " Same way you did in the dress" he flickers the edge of your dress.

" It's really pretty. You should go shopping with Liv soon" he tells you. " She said she will call you this week, she misses you" he adds.

" awe, I can't wait" his face beams hearing it. He helps you stand up from the bed as the two of you head out the door and the house is quite, you head downstairs and see Joseph is sprawled on the couch with his head back as he sleeping. He looked so peaceful.

The sound of your feet and hush sounds awaken him as he turns his head seeing you with Dacre. He notices that you no longer have your make up on your face and notices the shoes are no where near you as of yesterday. He stands up from his seat adjusting his shirt when he hears your laughter.

He looks to see where you were looking at it to see Charlie has one of your shoes, gripping it to his chest while Keery has the other and they both are sleeping next to one another.

He snickers himself and watches as you nudge them with your foot causing them to groan. You reach down to take one of the shoes away from Charlie, to have Charlie grip on it and mumble like don't go underneath his breath.

" Charlie, sweetie. I need it" you whisper and Charlie mumbles a " no underneath his breath when his eyes open staring up at you. " Hi there" his face turns into a grin seeing you. " Good morning" he says releasing your shoe as he sits up rubbing his eyes then he turns to look at Joe who is laying next to him with your shoe.

Your hand reaches out to flick against Joe's forehead and he scrunches up his face in annoyance as he swats at your hand but doesn't meet your hand. You giggle and he opens his eyes hearing it as he sits up with one hand holding your shoe still as he stretches. You snatch it away from him.

" Hey!" he pouts but then he notices it was your shoe he took. You sit on the floor putting them on feeling eyes on you. Joseph is watching this whole scene with a chuckle. He can't help himself as his eyes wonder over you. How beautiful you look.

Then you remembered, you have to go home with Joseph and you weren't in the mood at all. Dacre helps you off the floor as he yawns, " Do you need a ride?" he asks.

" No" you shake your head. He nods telling you he has to go before Liv calls the whole team to come find him. You laugh throwing your arms around him, hugging him and thanking him again for taking care of you.

" You would do the same" he says, kissing your forehead as he wakes to Charlie and Joe but doesn't say anything to Joseph as he walks out the door. You stand by the door eyeing Joseph and he understands you want to leave. He waves to Joe and Charlie as he heads towards you.

Your hand reaches out into his pocket which surprises him. You take out his crushed up cigarettes shoving it into his chest. He catches them in time with his hand and felt the hardness of the way his lighter hit his chest then you find his keys which jingle on your finger.

" I'm driving" you say, not caring that you were still hunger over. You needed to drive. Joseph doesn't say anything as he follows you out the door and into the car. He watches as you start the car and chuckles once you hear the car roar to life, he sees the sparkle in your eyes.

As you two drive off towards home, you had no idea what was coming or if Joseph wanted to talk. You parked the car near the house and turn it off. He watches as you get out and not wait for him like you usually do. He follows you and watches your back, the way your hair flowed down your back, the way your ass looked in the dress and legs too. You looked good but he doesn't appreciate it as much.

You opened the door to the house leaving his keys in the bowl by the door. Before you get a chance to go into your bedroom, a hand on you wrist stops you in your tracks.

" Y/N" he calls out to you. You huffed, with your back to him but he tugs you making you turn around facing him. His eyes hold sadness in them. His hand releases you from his grip and it drops to his side.

" Yes, Joseph?" you asked, putting your arms across your chest.

" I miss you" he says, his little pout coming out and his chocolate brown eyes are shining. You roll your eyes. When he wants to talk, this is the only thing he has to say to you, you can't help but roll your eyes at him turning around making your way into the share bedroom.

" hey, I'm talking to you" he says, following you watching as you take off your earrings by the dresser.

"and I'm listening" he shrugs off his jacket dropping it on the edge of the bed. " I want to apologize how I acted for the past couple of months. You don't deserve that, I'm sorry." He hangs his head gazing at the covered carpet underneath his feet.

" Why did you do it?" one hand is on your hip as you gaze up at him in wonder.

" Because" he licks his lips, " I was stupid" he nods, " work was getting busy, the media and everything in between. It was becoming too much and I pushed you away. That wasn't fair, you're the best thing about my life and I love you"

" I never felt so alone when you pushed me away, I didn't understand what I did wrong" you say, slipping off your dress heading to the closet and he follows you as he unbuttons the buttons on his shirt.

" I never wanted to hurt you, sweetheart" He says bringing his hands around your hips turning you around that you face him.

" But you did" you say stepping back but he doesn't let you but brings you closer that your nose is rubbing against his.

" I'm so sorry, sweetheart. How can I make it up to you?" your eyes search his face and he is sincere. His little pout is out again and he knows it works on you.

" Never do that again, we are in a relationship. You come talk to me about what bothers you. This isn't one tango, this is a two way street Joseph. I love you, I'm here for you and I'm going to add, you were a little shit for doing what you did with Grace."

He raises his eyebrows, " She is my friend."

" She was touching you and you weren't doing shit about it" A look of guilt crosses his face. He knows you're right.

" I'm sorry, sweetheart" he places a kiss on your nose. " it won't happen again"

" Good, now undress yourself and get on the bed. I'm going to show you who you really belong to" you chuckle as his eyes are wide as he hurries to take off his clothes, and rushing to the bed laying on it.

You were going to make sure he was going to be a little shit ever again.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The older members of the Party and the younger members of the Party are siblings, so it's incest if you ship them. Can we just give Max the older siblings she deserves without shipping them? I mean, really. Also, if you ship Max with Billy, her abuser, then you're fucked in the head. Max really deserves better from this fandom as well as Lucas, especially by those who want them both to suffer. You can say you're not racist all you want, but the fact that Billy gets praised for "protecting his sister", which is total bullshit by the way, and Lucas is the one that's in the wrong for trying to deal with his first girl crush. . .you're fucking racist. Billy grabbed Max's arm. That's canon, so that's physical abuse. He pushed Lucas against a wall. . .abuse. He ignored what was going on around him and was pissed off that Max disobeyed him. He didn't even make sure she was okay, just focused on Lucas and that she disobeyed him by spending time with a "person like him." By the way, that's a racist thing to say. And Dacre Montgomery never said that Billy wasn't racist. He just said that he didn't want to say slurs to Caleb which is fucking fair. You claim you give a shit that Billy was abused, but I don't think you really care. Neil Hargrove was probably abused as well, but I don't see any of you lusting after him. The fact is that you don't care that Billy was abused, but you use that to pretend like you're not shallow and that the only thing you care about is how pretty he is. The proof is that you constantly ignore how abusive he is towards Max, a child, and some of you get mad at Max for wanting the abuse to stop. The truth is that Dacre Montgomery is probably more scared of the Billy fans than the ones who hate Billy. At least, some of the people who hate Billy recognize Dacre's acting abilities rather than focus on how pretty he is. Dacre wanted you to hate his character but still sympathize with him and lot of you have fucking missed that. He didn't go so fucking hard in acting like a psychopath for you guys to just drool over him like a dog in heat.

[kenobiknight]

The only people who do not describe Dacre as nice/sweet are people who do not like Billy and have never met him. Stop trying to paint Dacre as a terrible guy because you do not like his character. No he did not scare his fucking co stars like stfu who are you??? Picking and choosing what his co stars said about him while he is ready to act