#also i know he's not mike mood anymore but that's what people know him as
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Thinking about how I unfollowed someone after 2 strikes: them posting an incorrect ask without doing research that claimed something incorrect about the people who made BATIM. And then throwing a fit about the programmer returning to make the second game, but also acting like FNaF was better because Scott "no longer profits" (which is debatable and likely untrue, especially at the time).
#like im sorry but youd have to be stupid to think he wasn't gonna be involved in the second game#they were kinda annoying but those two things pissed me off#also for clarification the first thing was about them supposedly pricing individual plushes as 60 dollars when it was actually 60 for a SET#i laughed at how stupid thye were to not fact check that until in pointed it out and they deleted the post lmao#like yeah mike mood is kinda an ass but also lots of companies fire people in mass#it was also a small studio that was too ambitious and had issues because of it#which other than how annoying people were about the sequel was why they went quiet on bendy until release#because people are stupid they thought the game would never come out when really harassing meatly was absolutely no help#just a random rant lol#also i know he's not mike mood anymore but that's what people know him as#they also refused to talk about batim because of that which was so dumb
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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty
Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?
Warnings: angstyyy
Notes: Posting a day early - y’all can thank @losa12308 for catching me in a good mood, hope this helps ya feel better hun❤️
Word Count: 2130
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Nearly two weeks Jacob Black has not only been ignoring and avoiding Bella, but Quil and I too. Ever since the night of the movies, since his uncharacteristically rude outburst at Mike Newton. Both of my best friends were stressed about it which in turn stresses me out. I’ve called him multiple times to leave voicemails about what he’s doing to his friends, but it was to no avail - radio silence remained.
Bella said Harry Clearwater told her it was mono, but anyone could smell that bullshit from a mile away. Did mono render you catatonic? Unable to communicate with people that care about you?
An uneasy feeling settled in my gut, it had to be more. Something was keeping him from us and I want to know what that something is.
I need to know, I can’t just lose another one…
• March 4th, 2006 • Home •
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“Mom!” I shout through the empty house, trying to locate her.
A rare day we both have off to spend together and I’m about to ditch her.
“Yes, sweetheart?” I hear her voice drift from the laundry room as I make my way downstairs.
Turning as the sound of my approaching footsteps, she raises her eyebrows at my appearance - noting that my state of dress isn’t exactly for a day-in at home anymore.
“Bella called, was wondering if I’d go hiking with her? I think she just needs to take her mind off of Jake and wants company.”
My moms face falls slightly, but I can tell she won’t stop me from running to my best friend’s aid, “Just be careful and take your phone.”
“Thanks mom!” I surge forward and hug her quickly before snatching my keys from the hook by the door on my way out.
“And be back before dark!”
“Of course, love you!” I shout back.
“I love you too, honey!”
I speed almost the entire way to Bella’s - wanting to get her mind off of Jake was true, but she also wanted help finding the meadow.
As in, the meadow.
Her and Edward’s meadow.
• March 4th, 2006 • Ithaca, NY •
Jasper
For months I’ve been feeling with this crack in my soul because of her and I’ve been doing it alone. Admittedly it’s my own doing, but the chafing of not really having my brother in my corner has worn away at me in way that doubles the pain of the loss.
I find myself gravitating towards his closed door, something that before Ithaca would’ve been an odd sight, and knocking on the thin wood.
“Go away.” The words rumble in his distinct baritone just loud enough for me to hear.
“No.” I answer simply, just as tired.
The door whips open in a flash and his eyes send a shock through me. Not because they’re dark with hunger - but dark with anger. And his emotions reflect it threefold.
“What do you want?” His tone raises my hackles, reminding me that my brother isn’t one to be messed with in a mood like this one.
A delicate hand curls up and around his chest, the owner of it completely blocked from view by his massive frame, and he visibly deflates. His anger dialing back a fraction at the influence of just her touch.
A slice of pain lances through me, regret or just plain loneliness at this point I’m not sure.
“Hear him out.” Rose orders him softly, kissing him on the cheek as she slips out from behind him and meets my eyes before disappearing down the hall. “Good luck.”
I reign in the laugh that threatens to bubble up at her throwing me to the wolves, but it’s another thing I’m doing to myself of my own free will, I need my brother.
Holding open the door wider for me to enter, he turns on his heel and deposits himself into the loveseat across from the tv, some muted football game flashing on it.
“I miss you and I’m sorry.” I unload on him with no preamble. No drawn out apology has ever been a requirement of his, short and to the point always a favorite to him.
A dark laugh thunders from him in a way that crushes me even more, “That’s it?”
I nod, I had thought about this conversation for months since he started avoiding me, but all my rehearsed words vacate me.
“That’s one hell of an apology.” The remote emits a small crack as his anger continues to boil. “I got no say, no one wanted to hear me out, and I’m just supposed to suck it the fuck up and just go with the flow of what’s best for the family.” He’s practically vibrating with barely constrained rage, but I let him continue. “She’s not just yours, Jasper.”
A shock jolts me for the second time, his sadness tugging at my heart heavily.
“She’s yours and that’s what makes her mine.” I can tell my confusion spurs Emmett on and he rises from the couch, “As your brother, it’s my responsibility to be her protector and you fucking ripped that away from me. You’re hurting her on purpose and it’s hurting me.”
I’m speechless as his words sink in. Familial-like bonds in a coven as old as ours are strong, but I had no idea.
“She was also my best friend-my little sister. I told her I would be there for her and you’re making me break my promise - something I’ve never fucking done.” Turning away from me to pace in a very non-Emmett move, “Are you going to say anything?”
“I had no idea-”
“You never considered, never noticed, never asked. It’s only been you in pain. You and Edward. You don’t even see what it does to Alice every time you ask her to check on Y/n.”
Her name sends agony anew through me, a thin knife that slices flesh from bone with surgical precision.
“I’m scared.” He would’ve missed my whisper if it weren’t for his supernatural hearing.
“Scared of what?” He’s before me in a flash, gripping my shoulders. “Scared of loving her?”
“Scared of her loving me! Scared of hurting her!” The house falls into dead silence, listening. “You’ve never known terror like this with Rose! You’re not afraid to kill her just from being around her, smelling her, touching her. You have no restrictions, no boundaries!” Tears of venom swirl my vision, but refuse to fall.
I push him off me and turn, attempting to reign in my distress.
“Bro-”
“I can’t do this without you. It’s like wave after wave of grief and I’m at my limit Emmett.” The seriousness in my tone softens him, love and compassion flow from him in a way that feels like his old self and it loosens the tension inside me a fraction.
“I may be angry with you, but I’ll never leave you.” My brother spins me around and engulfs me in his signature bear-hug.
Esme may be the mother of our group, but Emmett is the glue holding us all together. I’d be drowning without my brother and if his death-grip of a hug is any indication, he knows it.
• March 4th, 2006 • Forks, WA •
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“I’m pretty sure we passed that tree two times in the last hour, Bells.” Tromping behind my best friend, I keep my eyes fixed down to prevent myself from tripping over the dense foliage.
“We’re close, I just know it.” There’s a desperate edge to Bella’s voice that stops my teasing and squeezes my heart, I know that feeling. To be grasping for something out of reach to link me back to him.
Pushing through a particularly thick cluster of low-lying branches, I smack face first into Bella’s backpack.
“Bella, you can’t just stop-” Finally my surroundings make sense and I realize we’ve found it. It’s brown and sad as fuck, but we actually found it.
I spin, taking in every inch of the dead meadow as Bella drops to the ground, fingers clutching the crunchy grass. Facing the middle again, I gasp at the figure standing before us, the sound startling Bella into a standing position next to me.
“Bella and Y/n.”
“Laraunt.” His name is a choked gasp on my best friend’s lips.
“I didn’t expect to find either one of you here.” He begins pacing casually in front of us “I went to visit the Cullen’s, but the house is empty? I’m surprised they left you both behind. Weren’t you both sort of… pets of theirs?”
“Y-yeah, you could say that.” Bella answers him as I reach for her hand, a sort of dread sinking in as I think over his words and what he might be getting at.
“Do the Cullen’s visit often?”
You need to leave, darlin’. He’s not safe.
“Yeah absolutely - all the time.” Bella’s lie causes the hair on the back of my neck to raise.
“We’ll tell them you stopped by.” I chime in, trying to make it seem believable and also trying to keep the shaking from my voice - both from the deadly turn of the conversation and from hearing his voice in my head.
“I probably shouldn’t - Edward,” the name rolling of her tongue has her squeezing my hand in pain, “Because he’s pretty protective.”
“But he’s far away, isn’t he? They both are.”
Terror begins to flood my chest, he’s making sure we’re alone.
“Why are you here?” Bella flips the questioning onto Laraunt.
“I came as a favor… To Victoria.” His answer practically stops my heart and I know he can hear it.
“Victoria.” The whisper slips from me without a second thought.
“She asked me to see if either of you were still under the protection of the Cullens. Victoria feels it’s only fair to kill Edward’s and Jasper’s mates, given they killed her’s.” His eyes flicked between us, no doubt sensing the blow of both of their names. “An eye for an eye.”
“Edward would know who did it! And he’d come after you.”
Threaten him.
“Jasper would hunt both of you down.” My emotions fill my voice, the threat not as potent as it could be.
“I don’t think they will. After all, how much could you mean to them if they left you here, unprotected?” The vampire sighs, like he’s actually fucking torn, “Victoria won’t be happy about my killing you, but I can’t help myself - both of you are so mouth watering.”
“Please don’t, y-you helped us-” Bella begins to panic, but he flashes directly in front of us with his speed, fingers reaching for our faces.
“Shhh-shhh, don’t be afraid! I’m doing you a kindness - Victoria plans on killing you slowly, painfully. Whereas I’ll make it quick. I promise, you’ll feel nothing.”
“Edward I love you.” Bella’s confession slips as I close my eyes and squeeze her hand in mine. At least we go together, right?
“I can’t believe it.” The awe in Laraunt’s voice opens my eyes as twigs begin snapping in the tree line behind us.
One large wolf, black as night, emerges from the forest. Large being a gross understatement - more like the size of a fucking horse. Behind the massive animal emerges more of the same, although slightly smaller, but no less scary.
A pack of wolves. A pack of supernaturally huge wolves.
And they’re facing down a vampire, no less.
A vampire on a mission to kill us.
Run.
The command zings through me and takes charge. I yank on Bella’s arm as Laraunt bats away the first wolf like it was nothing, it’s yelp stunning her into action.
The panicked sprint through the woods for her truck is much faster this time than the hike out, neither of us stopping or looking back.
Afraid to see if anything was giving chase.
Afraid to see if the wolves didn’t buy us time.
The ride back to Bella’s was tense to say the least. Too stuck in my own head to even say anything to her, the terror still coursing through my veins keep my mouth shut and fists clenched. What if Laraunt got away from them? What if he was still hunting us?
I never realized until now how scary it is, not having the supernatural protection of the Cullens.
I never realized that I took for granted the safety Jasper surrounded me with. Well, used to surround me with.
The sour thought sends another all-too-familiar painful zap through my chest.
As soon as Bella pulls into her drive, I hop out and climb into my own as she runs inside, probably to tell her dad about the absolutely massive wolves lurking in Forks’ woods.
Wolves that might’ve just saved our lives.
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We see a lot of chubby Steve/weight gain post-high school but I think it would be interesting to see some fics where he’s still in school. Maybe he has to give up sports due to the concussions or something?
You're right and you should say it!! I have a bit of that in my love spell no go AU, before Starcourt happens and Steve goes full trauma-fueled must be able to protect everyone I know mode.
So... might not be what you were hoping for but I wrote an almost 3k addition to that fic, during the part where Steve is still at Hawkins High. Swim is over for the year (and Steve avoids his pool now), and while he's still on the basketball team he's also smoking weed (helps with the nightmares, getting enough sleep, better mood, etc.) and snacking more. He's in the starter belly stage but has no complaints.
Part 1, (YOU ARE HERE), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11 of the love spell no go au
The weed he bought from Munson is a godsend, and Steve wonders why he hadn’t thought of it before… only to remember that Nancy wouldn’t have approved. (Although she’s not a priss, exactly, she had barely even touched alcohol since the night Barb died. Until Halloween.) But he can sleep through the lonely nights now, which is worth even that hurtful pang of realization—that maybe, Nancy hadn’t been very good for him.
(Sure, she had helped him study. And his grades had improved. But sometimes, too, she would smile and say, “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.” It had been cute at first, before Barb, when the smile had still been real.)
Whenever he thinks about that, or feels particularly lonely, he digs into his stash for a quick smoke out his bedroom window—never by the pool, not anymore. He gets into the habit of snacking after, even if it’s while doing his homework, because even when he’s a little bit stoned it’s somehow easier to focus on shit when he’s doing something else at the same time, and chewing works.
(Nancy hadn’t liked it when he’d fiddled with his pencil or a rubber band or a Rubix cube or anything while she’d quizzed him with flashcards, even though he’d tried to tell her it helped. She’d fussed at him about it until he’d just… stopped.)
Other times, he zones out in front of the tv while working his way through a sandwich or a bag of chips or a sleeve of Oreos. Or takeout, a lot of the time, because his culinary skills pretty much stop at sandwiches, up to and including scrambling an egg for a breakfast sandwich. But a man cannot live on scrambled eggs alone, he’s learned that the hard way, so pizza or burgers or pasta in cardboard containers it is.
It’s not just the munchies. After a while Steve gets into the habit of just… eating. It's not like his parents are around to notice, and Dustin and the other kids he babysits sometimes (for all that Mike protests that they aren’t babies and don’t need a sitter; what they do consistently need, however, is rides) don't care as long as he springs for enough that they can have some too. No one at school would dare say it to his face, and somehow it still doesn't manage to fully tank his slightly flagging reputation, but Steve is definitely starting to put on weight. He doesn’t care.
He starts going to parties again half for a change of scenery, half for a change of food options. Pizza still makes a frequent appearance, but there’s popcorn and flavors of chips that he doesn’t usually buy and various kinds of snack mixes. (His favorites are anything that include M&Ms.) Sometimes, there are even cupcakes or cookies. He doesn’t dance, doesn’t even drink all that much and sticks to just beer when he does, never the punch. Most of the kids who come to these parties are there for the booze and the makeout opportunities, but he turns up to people-watch, bopping his head in time with the music if it's a song he likes, and park himself by whatever food the party has to offer. Sometimes Steve buys from Eddie if he's there, offers to share joints with him that Eddie, still wary, turns down. When the food runs out, Steve leaves.
Tonight, though, Tammy Thompson just will not leave him alone and he’s at a loss for what to do about it. She’s been talking his ear off about wanting to move to Nashville and become a country singer the entire time he’s been working on this extra large pepperoni and sausage with black olives—not his first choice, but it’s still hot enough for the cheese to stretch whenever he picks up the next slice, warm tomato sauce and grease dripping down the front of his polo more often than he can always catch with a napkin.
“Did you want some?” he asks at some point, to be polite and hopefully indicate that he doesn’t care that she’s trying to tell him something.
He can tell immediately that it doesn’t work, because Tammy lights up from simply being addressed, even though her answer is, “Oh, no thank you, I’m a vegetarian.”
“Right,” Steve mumbles, and crams nearly half of his next slice of meat-laden pizza in his mouth. Maybe if he talks with his mouth full. “More for me, then.”
The words come out muffled, but she still beams and offers to grab him something to drink, jumping up and scampering off before Steve even has a chance to respond. He sighs, downs the rest of the beer he’s been nursing, and takes the new one she brings him without saying thank you. Between the next pieces of pizza he pops it open, chugs it, and belches; she puts a hand on his arm.
For a moment, at that, Steve feels a faint stirring of interest. He likes his food, did even before dropping swimming and picking up weed, and well before it started to show. Now that it has, he feels comfortable in his softer body. Good. And maybe… maybe he could handle dating someone who doesn’t mind how much he likes it. He imagines Tammy running her immaculately painted nails over his skin, places he’s noticed have been getting more sensitive lately, and suppresses a shiver.
“Could you pass me that bowl of M&Ms over there?” he asks, testing the waters. Yeah, he could probably reach it if he stretched, but he’s starting to fill up and doesn’t feel like putting the extra pressure on his stomach. He sits back a little in his chair instead, shifting to get comfortable and laying a hand on his belly where it bows out over the waistband of his jeans. “Sorry, just, you know. Big appetite lately.”
“Oh, that’s okay, I don’t mind,” Tammy says with a giggle as she fetches the bowl for him. “Besides, you’re an athlete! I’m sure you’ll work it off in no time on the court.”
And yeah, no, that vague interest curdles immediately. As far as Steve is concerned, the only parts of himself he wants to get rid of are all in his head—the heartbroken parts, the nightmare and trauma parts, the desperately lonely and needy parts. But he’s not so lonely that he’ll hook up with a girl who’s willing in spite of how he looks, because what else could she possibly be interested in? His personality?
He barely even has one. King Steve has always been bullshit, Nancy was right about that much.
Through the crowd, he spots curly hair and a flash of dark leather—Eddie. Good, he’d been hoping to buy more tonight, and this is as good an excuse to exit this conversation as any.
Steve grabs a handful of M&Ms to shove in his mouth and flips the lid of the pizza box closed, handing the bowl back to Tammy and taking the box with him when he stands. “Well, enjoy the rest of the party,” he blurts. “I’ve gotta go see a guy about some drugs. Bye!”
As he makes his escape, some girl that he thinks he might have class with or something just about shoulder-checks him, but he’s solid enough that she ends up stumbling from the impact instead. The glare she gives him could peel paint… which is actually kind of refreshing, after enduring Tammy’s simpering for the better part of an hour.
To Eddie’s perpetual frustration, now that Steve Harrington has started buying weed from him he can never seem to be free of the guy. Case in point: the “Hey, Munson, wait up!” that follows him to the backyard of tonight’s house party slash business venture.
He waits until he’s down the patio steps before whipping around, prepared to glare and snap an impatient what do you want, Harrington, but ends up staring at a pizza box that’s being shoved in his face.
“Pizza?” Steve says.
Eddie blinks at the box, then at the boy holding it. “This isn’t your party. Doesn’t that mean it’s not your pizza to offer?”
“It might as well be, I’ve eaten most of it,” Steve replies. “No one seemed to notice, that makes it fair game.”
Once, Eddie had been selling at a party and been bitched out for touching a single cookie, because those were for guests. He wants to scowl, but then his gaze flicks down to the partly open box and sees that there aren’t many slices left, eyes fixing on the evidence dripped down the front of Steve’s shirt and the way it’s… tight, across his middle. “You ate all but three slices of an entire extra large?”
He’s not sure what answer he expects to get. Maybe something like Of course not, dickhead, or maybe just, What, like it’s hard? But all Steve says is, “Yep.” And keeps looking at him with those sweet hazel eyes that seem bight and not too clouded by alcohol.
Still, Eddie is wary. “Okay… You first.”
Steve just shrugs and pulls out a slice, taking a bite before Eddie snatches it out of his hand. “Hey!”
“Just making sure it wasn’t poisoned first, sweetheart,” Eddie retorts, sneering for the excuse to call a pretty boy sweetheart in semi-public, butterflies stirring in his stomach at getting away with it. “Don’t worry, the rest is all yours.”
“Who’s tried to poison you?” Steve asks in a perplexed tone, folding the last two slices together to make a pizza sandwich and tossing the empty box onto the deck. Still following Eddie, because of course this is Eddie’s life. Love spell was a spectacular failure, but he’s still got the boy of his dreams following him around like a lost duckling because he’s got drugs. Fucking fantastic.
And Eddie doesn’t want to get into the whole thing—those rumors from when Eddie had been in seventh grade and Steve had been in sixth, for all that they’re both in the same grade now, about some kid who’d been sent to the ER from a bad reaction to itching powder. There were variations where it had gotten in his eyes and nearly blinded him, or on his food and made his throat swell shut, or in his underwear and turned his dick so red his balls fell off. In reality, he had only gone to the nurse with a bad rash and hadn’t even been allowed to go home, but it left a goddamn impression.
He doesn’t want to get into it, not if Steve either doesn’t remember the rumors or hasn’t connected them to his present day self, so he just rolls his eyes and says, “Are you looking to buy or what?”
Steve immediately brightens a bit, like a golden retriever spotting someone holding a tennis ball. “Yeah, I smoked the last I had before coming here but it’s already worn off I think.” And takes a big bite of his two pizza slices.
So Eddie leads him to a darker nook around the side of the house for the deal, trying not to stare at the way Steve’s cheeks bow out while he chews, like a damn chipmunk. It’s cute. He’s kind of angry that it’s cute, that there’s still a part of him that lights up when Steve looks happy, satisfied, content—and right now all of those boxes are checked.
“Want to smoke a little now?” Steve offers, once he’s paid and taken the baggie one handed, popped the rest of the food in his mouth, licked his fingers clean, and pulled out a pack of rolling papers. And Eddie pauses too long before answering, long enough that Steve takes the lack of refusal as a yes.
Which Eddie should correct, because he usually says no to that sort of thing, especially when he’s at parties specifically to sell. He’s turned Steve down before, even; it’s like the guy has a whole thing about offering whenever he plans on lighting up asap. Eddie knows better to fall into that trap.
But it’s a nice night. The weather is mild for spring, business has been good, and Steve licks his lips to get the last traces of pizza sauce before his tongue darts out to wet the paper and finish rolling the joint. Nice and tight, like the denim hugging Steve’s ass and thighs tighter recently. So Eddie sticks around, breaks his rule and tries to keep his face clear of any evidence that he is fixated on the few degrees of separation between smoking and kissing, heart hammering the entire time. He tells himself it’s a one time only thing, but knows he might be lying. Recognizes how addictive this could be.
“Thanks for being here,” Steve says after passing the joint back and forth a few times, his eyes glazed and drooping. “Really needed this tonight.”
“That’s what I’m here for, man,” Eddie replies. He’s leaning against the side of the house practically shoulder to shoulder with his crush, and the high washing over him is really taking the edge off the jagged yearning in his chest. Like, he still wants, but he’s happy just floating in the present moment, content with the indirect sharing of spit. And this is… This is okay.
Surprisingly okay.
It throws Eddie for a loop because it’s at odds with the whole King Steve image. The whole puppet master persona that isn’t a bully, but can with a few words cut someone down socially to where the bullies could reach them, if they so wish. Popular kids at Hawkins High walk around with their noses in the air like they’ve never smelled a fart and refuse to start now, but this is the guy they turn around and start brown-nosing. King Steve isn’t nice, he’s used to being waited on. Kings do not say thank you to the court jester for simply carrying out his profession.
Just Steve, though, is different. Just Steve is chill and finished most of an entire huge pizza while mostly sober, is filling out his clothes even better these days in Eddie’s opinion, and currently looks the most at peace he’s ever seen a person. No walls, no guard… Just Steve.
Okay, that one split joint had gone straight to his head, god damn.
“Well, I’m gonna take off,” Eddie announces, and can’t tell if he’s said it too loud or not. He pushes off the wall with a shake of his head. “You snagged pretty much the last of my inventory, so I’ll just get out of here before someone starts handing out the torches and pitchforks.”
Steve chuckles. “Like any of those guys in there know how to make a torch,” he scoffs. He manages to say it in a way that almost makes Eddie lean in. Makes him feel like he’s been let in on some sort of inside joke, like they could but those losers couldn’t.
Which is—Okay, so Eddie does in theory know how to make a torch, he’d looked into it for one of his earliest homebrew campaigns, but Steve Harringnton? The very idea of Steve whipping off his shirt, tying it to a branch, soaking the end in something flammable, and lighting it up is something out of fantasy. Out of specific fantasies that he has had. It snaps Eddie out of the hazy bubble of they that Steve had somehow created with just a few words, and holy shit. Was that one of the side effects of his wonky spell, or was that Just Steve?
“Yeah, sure,” Eddie scoffs back, putting more distance between them even though he does want to lean in, dammit, but he wants Steve to want it too. Even though it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask the guy if he has a ride home, or if he wants to swing by the mom and pop ice cream place on Main for desert or something; Eddie has been practicing swallowing down urges like that since he’d hit adolescence. “Find me next time you need to top up your stash, Harrington.”
He walks away fast enough that if Steve responds he doesn’t hear it, heading for the back gate that he’d left the house for in the first place. His van is parked strategically nearby for a quick getaway, just in case the party got out of hand and a neighbor called the cops.
And if his dreams that night feature a completely relaxed Steve Harrington chewing on never ending slices of pizza and that blissful look of peace on his face, his lips shiny with spit and grease, it’s not like Eddie is ever going to tell anyone.
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Whumptober: FNAF - Day One: Drugging
(Starting off easy, light whump).
Trigger warnings: Non-Consensual drug use, implied/referenced death, children being harmed (implied).
Takes place in the FNAF movie universe.
Characters: Vanessa, Mike, William, with some mentions of the missing children and Garrett.
Note: I already know everything in this will be proven wrong when the movie comes out on the 27th, but I hope you all enjoy this anyway :D!!
Implied (future) Schmelly (Mike Schmidt x Vanessa Shelly) near the end.
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The days following Garrett’s death were...hard.
Michael could vaguely recall wandering the halls of his house, half-dazed, and on the rare chance he was forced to venture outside (back to school, to help out at the diner, or to help run errands), he stuck to the shadows, head bowed, and never, ever smiling.
Harder still when his mother-breaking free from her catatonic state-decided she no longer wished to be a part of their family and fled in the middle of the day while everyone else was gone. She left just a single note dotted with water-stained marks.
But life pushed on. If his mother’s absence hurt his father, he never said a word about it. And, after a couple of weeks, it was as if she’d never existed. All her possessions pushed to the back of their stuffy attic, just like….
The diner was closed down as well, which put a bit of a damper on his father’s usual jovial mood. It wasn’t due to lack of business, even with the incident, the towns folk routinely visited the little restaurant. There just wasn’t anything else to do (and the incident hadn’t happened to one of their children).
Michael actually wasn’t quite sure what caused his father to shut down the location. He also never asked. He preferred not to speak anymore. Using his voice took too much energy, and there just wasn’t a reason to do so anymore.
Besides his father, there was no one else that wanted to talk to him.
His mother used to call him a chatterbox. Michael would follow her around the house prattling on and on about his newest drawing. He liked to point out the bright colors he used, the lines he painstakingly drew, and the backstory he came up with for the character while drawing. His mother rarely spared him a glance, moving about the house while doing chores. Michael’s father was much the same, though he would occasionally throw him a boon. (The red animatronic fox currently performing on the tiny stage to his right is proof enough of that). But Garrett….Garrett loved to listen to him talk. He would sit with Michael for hours on end, asking for more pictures.
Michael hunches further over the table, a drawing pad in front of him. His father doesn’t trust him to stay home alone anymore, so he’s forced to come here after school. He hates it. The lights are too bright, the pizza tastes like cardboard, and everyone is way too loud. But saying anything about it means Michael has to talk to his father, and he has no energy left to argue.
It’s the beginning of summer, so the restaurant is filled to the brim with families. He just barely got his usual booth. Thankfully, since it’s out of view of the animatronics’ performance, no one bothers him.
The booth is closer to the hallway leading to the parts and service room than the stages. He prefers it only because people don’t wander over to him very often. Though, he hates sitting so close to the hallway. He always feels like he’s being watched.
Suddenly, a glass full of chocolate milkshake is placed down in front of him. Michael glances up at his father. “What?” He asks, remembering (just barely) to keep the sass out of his tone. He had been in the middle of drawing his millionth rendition of a warped-version of the Fredbear animatronic.
(Sometimes he wonders where it is now. His father never brought it up, but it’s his life’s work. Surely he didn’t just throw it out. But then again…it was the thing that inadvertently caused Garrett’s death. Michael ignores the wave of guilt that crashes over him.)
His father laughs, ruffling Michael’s hair. “Sorry, didn’t know you were busy. Thought maybe you would like a milkshake, but if you really don’t want it…” He trails off, reaching for the glass.
“No. I do want it,” Michael insists, grabbing the cup. “Sorry,” he mutters, bowing his head.
His father tsks. “It’s been a hard couple of years, Mikey, but we’ve made it through. I promise it’ll get better. Much better.” His father pats his head and moves along.
Michael gives a muted smile at his drawing pad. His father was never one for affection, and the last two years have felt like a decade, but maybe he’s right. Maybe things can get better.
He continues drawing, occasionally stopping to take a drink of the milkshake. It’s one of his favorites and not something his father allows him to have very often. Though, through the chocolate he can taste something a little bitter. Michael thinks of not finishing it, but the allure of his favorite drink is too much to resist. Besides, he reasons, slurping it down, it’s probably nothing.
He finishes up his drawing just as Freddy and the gang power-up for their umpteenth performance for the day. Michael yawns, feeling a wave of sudden tiredness pass over him. He looks around. The diner is less full now. Children are still crowded around the stage, but there’s less of them than before. There’s even less adults. The ones that remain sit on the opposite side of the diner chatting with their friends.
Out of the corner of his eye, Michael sees something greenish-yellow move. He turns his head to look, but the room starts to spin. He rapidly blinks, hoping the action might help him wake up a little.
It doesn’t.
Michael slumps in his seat. His mouth feels strangely dry, and he has to fight to stay upright. “H-h-h…” he tries his best to get out. The words feel stuck in his throat, far beyond his reach. His tongue is suddenly too large for his mouth.
Michael looks around, but no one seems to pay him any mind. The kids’ cheers cover up his pathetic calls for help.
His eyes land on the opening to the hallway. Spring Bonnie-one of the original duo from Fredbear’s Family Diner-stands in the doorway. The rabbit, costume worn and frayed in some places, raises a comically large paw. It waves at Michael.
In a last ditch effort to get help, he sticks his arm out. Distantly, he hears his sketchbook thud on the floor. No one even looks his way, too preoccupied in their own little worlds. Michael’s world tilts to the side, and then, all he knows is darkness.
-x-x-x-
At eight-years-old, Vanessa knows two things for certain.
One, if given the option, one should always choose strawberry milk over regular milk.
And two, her twin brother is an idiot.
Their parents allowed them the freedom to come to the restaurant unsupervised with the caveat that they remember the golden rule: don’t talk to strangers. A rule her brother evidently forgot the minute their parents were no longer in view, because all it took for her brother to break it was a large rabbit. In a way, it kind of reminds her of Bonnie. Both are bunnies with large ears and cute little noses, but that’s where the similarities end. While Bonnie is a blueish purple (depending on the light), the rabbit chatting with her brother is an ugly yellow. There are rips in the costume, and she briefly wonders where the restaurant had been hiding the hideous thing.
She vaguely remembers another restaurant across town. But Spring Bonnie looked nothing like this rag-tag worn down thing. Besides, everyone knows the owner sold that restaurant after what happened to his son.
“C’mon, ‘Ness,” her brother says, smiling brightly at her. He rejoins her at their booth, which holds all their prizes from the prize corner, their leftover Faztokens, and some of their plushies that they brought from home. On the opposite side of the restaurant, lurking in the shadows, the ugly-rabbit-thing waits for her brother. “We can eat all the pizza we could possibly want-”
“We can do that out here,” she interrupts, feeling a little uneasy. “Mom and dad left us with some money.”
“Yeah, but-but Spring Bonnie said there’s a surprise he wants to show us. Just us, ‘Ness, please.”
Vanessa shakes her head. “Mom said we shouldn’t talk to strangers, and I have a bad feeling about this. Please, maybe we should just go home.”
Her brother scoffs. “Goody-goody.” He stomps off back to that thing.
She puffs out her cheeks, frustrated with her stupid, dumb-dumb brother. “Fine!” She yells, though it’s hard to hear over the obnoxious kiddie music. Vanessa turns back to their table, tamping down her apprehension at the situation.
She cleans up their table, stuffing their prizes and plushies into each of their backpacks. Vanessa ought to leave his stuff at the table, teach him a lesson, but she knows her brother. And if any of his plushies get stolen she’ll never hear the end of it.
Slinging a backpack over each shoulder, Vanessa makes her way to one of the booths closer to the hallway. She slides onto the seat. It’s not ideal, but she can’t go home until her brother comes back. And she can’t go watch the performance, because she can’t stop worrying.
Someone coughs. Well, less coughs and more sputters for air.
Curiously, Vanessa peers over the table top. She sits on her knees, leaning over the table. “Hello…? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this table was taken. I can move.”
The person-a boy, a little older than her-lays sprawled out on the plastic seat of the booth. He continues to gasp for air, fingers twitching and eyelids fluttering.
Vanessa sits back, unsure of what to do. Her parents taught her what to do in case she caught on fire, what to do if someone tried to bribe her to get into their car, and a whole host of other things. Things that won’t help her now. Except…wait!
She hops to her feet. “Stay there, I’ll be right back!” Vanessa might not understand what’s happening, but she doesn’t need to. All she needs to do is find a phone.
-x-x-x-
William stuffs the Spring Bonnie costume into the trunk of his car. It would be a pain in the ass to scrub the fabric free of blood later, but he doesn’t have the luxury of time right now. Someone called the police already. He can hear the screeching sirens in the distance. Time for him to get gone.
He heads back into the pizzeria once more. Stepping around overly-energetic children, and worried parents who can’t find their kids, William makes his way over to his son.
While Michael might be the cause of his wife leaving and Garrett dying, he is still William’s son. Through and through he is an Afton, and it’s for that reason that Michael is coming with him.
He reaches the tiny booth, nestled away from the others. Drugging Michael was only so he could more easily sneak the kids out of the main dining area. He would have hated for his son to be a witness.
For all Michael’s faults, the boy is actually quite intelligent. Even if he didn’t immediately recognize William behind the mask, he’d eventually put the pieces together.
It was better for everyone that Michael remained asleep.
“Come along, Michael. Time to go-” He gazes upon his son. “M-Michael…?” William furrows his brows. His son twitches in his sleep, gasping for air. He gently soothes back Michael’s sweaty bangs off his face. His son’s skin burns under his hand.
Uh, oh, that can’t be good.
Maybe the dosage he’d given Michael was higher than he thought. He only meant to knock him out for a couple of hours. He wheezes again, spittle starts to leak from the corner of his mouth.
“No, no, this isn’t good. Michael, wake up now. I need you to wake up,” William murmurs, shaking him lightly. “I need you to breathe.”
Michael hardly responds, beyond a small twitch of his head and a quiet groan.
Worry pools in his gut.
The sirens sound closer now, and he needs to be long gone before they get here. He makes a split-second decision.
“I’m sorry, Michael. But I promise, one day, we’ll meet again.” He places his son back onto the seat. Gently, he combs his fingers through his son’s dark curls. He slinks back into the shadows, opting to take the backdoor out of the pizzeria.
-x-x-x-
Vanessa chews at her bottom lip, watching the paramedics hurry into the building. They look mildly confused at first, so she directs them to the booth where she found the sickly-looking boy.
He’s still there, and she doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. The paramedics move him to the floor, one of them stays hunched over him. The other, an older woman with graying blonde hair, turns to Vanessa.
“Hey, you were the one that called us, right?”
She nods.
“You did a very brave thing. Is it alright if I ask you some questions?”
“Uh, huh.”
“Okay, thank you. Uh…do you know his,” she gestures over to the boy, “name?”
Vanessa shakes her head. “No, I just found him there. I think I’ve seen him around here, but I don’t…uh…I don’t remember his name.” She steps from foot to foot. An old worry suddenly overtakes her. “Um…Miss…I- my brother. I can’t find him.”
The paramedic frowns. “Oh, well that’s not good. I’m sure if you ask one of the nice police officers here, they’ll be able to help you.” She points to one of two police officers milling around the pizzeria. Vanessa hadn’t noticed them come in.
Tears prick the corners of her eyes, and it’s all she can do to fight back sobs. She doesn’t know why, but seeing the police there makes everything feel too real, too adult. Like her brother being gone is serious and not just a stupid decision she can hold over his head for years to come.
“Oh, honey,” the paramedic says, rubbing her shoulder. “It’ll be okay. Some other kids apparently went missing today as well, so I’m sure they’re just having fun somewhere else.”
Vanessa sniffles, wiping her eyes. “Real-really…?”
“Yes. Will you be okay to go tell one of the officers about your brother?”
Hesitatingly, she nods.
“Brave girl.” The paramedic gives her one last pat on the head, before turning back to the boy.
Vanessa ventures over to the police, hope blooming in her chest. Her brother will be just fine.
Later, after they all learn that the children weren’t, in fact, somewhere else having fun. Vanessa will cling to her mother’s dress, guilt gnawing at her. The what-ifs and has-beens running through her mind. In between snotty tears and quiet sniffles, she’ll spot a leather bound book - no larger than a notebook or diary. It will be laying all alone, forgotten, near the booth she had first found the boy in. Curious, Vanessa will grab it on their way out, tucking it into her backpack. For the next two decades, it will become her guide. The strange drawings and ramblings of the artist make her feel oddly vindicated - it makes her feel seen.
It won’t be until Vanessa’s well into her twenties that she’ll meet the artist. It won’t be until even later that she’ll recognize the boy she saved all those years ago.
And, without skipping a beat, Vanessa will think to herself:
Some things are just meant to be.
#whumptober2023#no.1#alt prompt#drugging#fnaf michael afton#tw drugging#mike schmidt#fnaf au#fnaf movie#fnaf vanessa#fnaf missing children incident#queue
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From me to you I hate everybody - DR x fem!OC
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Summary: Jas loved France until she didn’t, at least not that weekend.
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!OC
Warnings: fluff all over the place, dad!Danny and nothing but love with some hints of bad mood.
Word count: 4.6k
A/N: Kids! Vacations started so we have good news in form of a oneshot. Welcome to J&D little world which I decided to call House of memories. I have been dying to work on this two for forever but I never had time bc I was too consumed with M&M🤭 Its gonna be a bunch of oneshots bc I’m seriously too lazy to write another whole story like So it goes😌 Vacations and my hate for Mclaren turned into this thingy right here and I made it mostly in one day so bare with me if its a mess😅. Also should I make a timeline since this is gonna be kind of mixed with So it goes? Let me know? Okay, I hope u like it and let me know what you think? See u soon! 🫶🏻
From me to you I hate everybody.
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July 2022.
Hearing Daniel's voice over the radio saying that tired 'I tried' was like the little drop that filled the glass. It wasn't such a bad race considering he made it to the points, but it was more than enough for Jas to want to leave.
Jas never left the garage until Daniel passed on his way to all the media obligations after a race. Since the first day she has stayed at the garage and not hiding at the RedBull hospitality, and after four years of relationships, Jas has stayed there after every single race, no matter how good or bad it was. She stayed through thick and thin, waiting for Daniel with a smile on her face, ready to grab his hand and squeeze it, but for the first time she just couldn't stay.
Not even on the worst days with Redbull she did such a thing, and some days she really wanted to just go away because she didn't want to see anyone there except Michael and Blake, but that day she couldn't handle anymore. She couldn't keep seeing all that orange garage around her. She couldn't handle all that people around her. She just couldn't deal with it to the point that she was disgusted, so she decided to leave.
Jas touched Michael's arm, and as soon as he took his headset off, she said she was going to the hospitality to get Olivia and then back to the motorhome. She could see the worry on her friend's face the second those words left her lips, but she assured everything was fine, that she just needed some air. Daniel didn't need to see her pissed-off face. The last thing he needed was that, so she asked Michael to let Daniel know she was going to be there waiting for him once he was done. And just like that, she left.
She found Maggie and Blake playing with Olivia. She was a little happy sunshine, with a smile on her face as she was in Blake's arms, standing on his legs and trying to grab his glasses. She was a happy almost six months old beautiful sunshine, always smiling like her dad, and Jas was more than happy knowing her daughter completely ignore the bad mood her mom was having. Neither her sister or her friend needed much explanation; they knew Jas and her face said it all, so they just let Jas take Olivia as they assured they would take care of everything with Michael. There was no need to explain how that 'Everything' meant 'Daniel', knowing perfectly fine he was gonna freak out as soon as he saw how her usual spot in the garage was empty.
Jas was sure the first thing Daniel did was text her, way even before any interview or other compromise he had. The sweet little 'Mike just told me. Are you ok? Love you, be there asap' that she received was enough to make her smile for a minute as she walked away from the noise, the cameras and the people, holding her daughter close to her chest, covering her from flashes and pictures. That was the only text she answered. She didn't say anything to Michael, Maggie, or Blake when they texted. She was just too exhausted to talk. She just wanted to go home and lay in bed with her daughter and her fiancée and forget about all that circus, even if for a couple of hours. They were the only two people she really wanted to see that day, even when it was impossible because they had to fly back to Monaco that same night.
At least Jas could have silence for an hour and some stolen minutes. A long hour where all the company she had was Olivia, which was the best company in the whole world. A long hour where she sat on bed, playing with her daughter and covering her perfect face with kisses to make Olivia giggle as she moved her tiny arms and legs. It wasn't until that long hour passed that she heard the door to the motorhome opening.
The giggles and play time were over, and after Jas fed Olivia, she fell asleep right in the middle of the bed while her mother just looked at her and stroked her tummy. But not even the door or the soft knock on the wall letting her know Daniel was finally there took Jas' attention from her daughter. Jas could have taken a nap, too, but like every single day from the moment Olivia was born, she couldn't stop looking at her. Jas couldn't really focus, pretty much lost on her own thoughts as her eyes were fixed on the way Olivia's chest was raising and falling slowly. She didn't want to move, not even knowing Daniel was there to pick them up because they had to fly back to Monaco, even if just for two days. It was in moments like those where Jas was nothing more than thankful for the fact that their daughter was just a baby who still couldn't understand what was happening around with her dad and his job, and damn, how much Jas envied being able to ignore all that.
But Daniel's hand stroking her cheek was what brought her back to reality. It was like a magic trick, but it worked every single time, no matter how badly Jas was feeling. It worked every single time she was so stressed it felt like there was no way out. It worked in the nights when she couldn't get herself to sleep and even when she was exhausted before and after Olivia was born. It had worked every single day and night of the four years they spent together, so it wasn't really a surprise the fact that it worked that Sunday after too. In fact, knowing Olivia and Daniel were safe, by her side and exactly under the same roof as she was where the breeze of fresh air she needed that day.
"Everything suddenly got too much. Too loud and too warm, I guess. I wasn't in the mood to be there at all" Jas explained before Daniel could even ask; eyes still focused on Olivia as she tried to keep it together.
"The fact that your husband had a mediocre race doesn't help" Daniel affirmed softly, kissing her temple as Jas laced their fingers together and placed them over her chest.
"This has nothing to do with you. I'm just having one of those days" she shrugged, squeezing his fingers as she closed her eyes, feeling Daniel's lips against her skin again.
That's how they stayed for some minutes, lost in their own little bubble. Fingers lacing, eyes fixed on their baby girl and soft kisses to remember how they were there for each other. They didn't need any real reminders, not when their eternal reminder was right there by their side, wearing a cute Enchanté turquoise onesie with a pair of baby Vans, being a tiny copy of her dad.
"I was expecting you to explode at some point, y'know? You've been dealing with too much shit" Daniel whispered, breaking the silence of the motorhome.
It would be a lie if Jas didn't say everyone thought she was going to explode soon or later. She was always composed, but deep down all the shit was bubbling, especially the last couple of months and weeks. People always talked, she was used to it, and with time she learned to build a wall around her and them. She learned to make her skin thick because Daniel needed her, but since Monaco everything was going downhill, and she could point exactly at the guilty ones.
But the last thing Daniel needed was her fiancé exploding. He had too many issues, too much weight on his back, and too much pressure, so Jas took deep breath after deep breath waiting for herself to calm down, and it worked. It worked until that afternoon. "I'm just tired. I need to sleep. I need that summer break more than I thought" Jas insisted, turning in the bed to lay on her back and being able to look at Daniel.
What made her feel worse was how tired he looked. The bags under his eyes were too big and too noticeable. He looked exhausted and drained and on any normal day she would drag him to bed to get some rest, but that wasn't a normal day.
"Are you okay?" Jas asked, stroking his cheek with her fingers and then leaving her hand there, holding his jaw as carefully as possible. "You really need to sleep, baby. You really need to get some rest but we can't till we get to Monaco and I'm here laying like we don't have a plane to catch"
"Honey, I love you but stop for a damn sec. I'm alright. The one who's clearly not fine it's you" Daniel stated, stroking her face just like Jas was doing with him, all while their hands were still together, resting against her chest.
And then it came the guilt. Daniel shouldn't be worrying about her. He should be focusing on everything else but her. Her job was to help Daniel so he didn't have to worry about anything, at least on weekends when he should focus on everything except racing. That was her job, but Jas couldn't help but feel like she was failing miserably.
"I'm so sorry, Dan-"
But before she could keep talking, Daniel made her stay quiet with a kiss. It was so slow, so soft, so gentle, and so loving, that it made her mind shut up, even if just for a minute. It was all she needed in that moment to understand that it was good. It was going to be good no matter what happened as long as they were together. That's how it has been since the night they met.
"Hey, there's no need to apologize for anything. You're tired, it's normal. Nobody can blame you, especially not me" Daniel affirmed against her lips, stealing one last kiss as he moved apart just to be able to look at her face. "Let me ask you something. You sure you wanna have a weeding now? We can move it. Summer break, winter break, it's the same thing. We don't need a paper to say we love each other. We never needed one"
That was all Jas needed to suddenly sit down on the bed and drop his hands. She knew Daniel didn't mean wrong. She knew Daniel would never hurt her, but those words were like ice water suddenly falling all over her. They waited years for that moment. Between timing, the pandemic, restrictions and then the pregnancy and Olivia and everything, they had waited years. They waited so long that once Daniel finally proposed they just couldn't wait to do it, so they decided to not wait until winter break and instead do it during the summer break. Olivia was going to be six months by that time, so they thought it would be a good time to have their little dream wedding, surrounded by their families and friends in the place they called home. They thought it was a good idea, but maybe Daniel changed his mind.
"We're getting married in two weeks and you wanna move it? Are you having cold feet on this?" Jas asked, suddenly feeling like the air in the motorhome wasn't enough. The whole oxygen in the world wasn't enough as her chest was raising and falling too damn fast.
"No, babe! I want to marry you since the night we met, so believe me, I can't wait to do it. But-"
Even if Jas felt her soul going back to her body and her heart stop racing inside her heart, this time it was Jas' chance to make Daniel shut up, but she didn't do it with a kiss. Instead, she placed her fingers over his mouth, letting him know it was better to not keep talking. "No buts. We're gonna get married, then we get all the rest we need to come back and kick ass on track"
"You ain't regretting telling me to keep racing, right?" Daniel suddenly asked, between kisses all over her hand, but especially over her engagement ring. It was almost normal to hear Daniel ask such a thing, especially on the worst days. It was also normal for Jas to answer a very simple 'Shut up, babe', but that day she wasn't in the mood, not even for that.
"What's with you and the silly questions, babe?"
"I'm just saying…"
"No, Dan. I don't regret it" she started, getting up from bed because every single time Jas was overthinking and over-worried, she would pace around enough to leave a hole in the floor. "I'm just tired of seeing you work your ass off every single day and all for what? So your team makes a shitty strategy and both you and Lando get stuck behind some car? And then people and your own boss keeps talking shit and it goes on and on and on. You work your ass off at the factory and then you work your ass off at home to be a good husband and a good dad for our baby and to be present as much as possible because I know you're worried as fucking hell to let us down even if you could never do such a thing because you already are the best dad and husband" she rambled, moving her hair from one side to the other as a nervous tic she always had.
"J, princess, c'mon-" Daniel tried to interrupt her, even knowing it was impossible when she was nervous.
"No, you know it's true!" she exclaimed, maybe too loud, almost forgetting their daughter was by their side sleeping. And in those moments was when she was nothing but thankful for the fact that Olivia was a deep sleeper, not like them. "And damn, its not just you working your ass off. Look at Blake! And Mike? That poor boy's working none stop all the damn time to keep you healthy and ready to go while he's also trying to hold Maggie as tightly as possible because poor kid's a mess. He's doing every single possible thing to keep her going because she's also in the verge of losing it. She's running around like a chicken without head, Dan" Jas breathed, feeling the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "And goddamn, I feel like I should do something else to help you all guys and I don't know what or how. I'm all over the place because Maggie and Mike are a big ass mess and I'm so fucking worried about them and it's their relationship but they're my family and at the same time I need to focus on you and Oli because it's my job. You're my priority and I need to look after you both because if I don't do it what kind of bad mom and wife I am? I can't even sit on that goddamn garage because I'm just tired of seeing everyone just smiling at me like it's all cool when it's not. But I should be able to stay because of you. You need me there, babe. I know you want me there. And then there's mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and our friends and the wedding and I feel a bad daughter and a terrible friend for not being more present for them and now for pulling all this shit on you when you have way bigger problems like driving a shitty car at 300 kilometers per hour at an unhealthy temperature and why I am even letting you do that? What kind of wife I am? What kind of mom I am letting the father of our baby do that?"
It wasn't until she took it all out of her chest that she stopped talking and walking. It wasn't until she was done, she also realized her heart was racing again, just like her mind. She knew Daniel could count with one hand how many times he'd seen Jas like that. The first time was when she had to tell him about the bad encounter she had with Christian Horner during the Monaco GP when Daniel and Jas had been dating for just a couple months back in 2018, which only gave Daniel another reason to leave Redbull. Then when they found out about Michael and Maggie and she had to explain to Daniel why she was so furious about the situation. Then when she found out she was pregnant. And the last was after she had a very long and very uncomfortable talk with Zak Brown. But even when it happened once in a while, Daniel knew what to do. He knew the best thing was to let her talk until it was out of her chest and that's exactly what he did.
"Are you done?" he wondered, getting up from the bed and going straight to her to place both hands on her shoulders.
"I don't know. If you give me another second I'm sure I'll find some other things where I'm failing miserably" Jas breathed, rubbing her face with both hands. Then it clicked. "The next collection! We need to finish asap with the new collection, babe! You're about to drop the rodeo collection and I don't have the next one done!" she exclaimed, pressing her hands over Daniel's chest and grabbing a handful of his shirt.
"When I asked you all those years ago to do this together, I didn't do it for you to freak out, babe. It's supposed to be fun" Daniel stated, looking down at her as he held her hands between his and resting them against his chest.
The memory of all those years ago was what made Jas finally smile in what felt like forever. It felt like it was yesterday when Daniel had the crazy idea to drop his own collection and asked Jas to do it with him because there was no one he trusted to do it more than her, even when Jas had almost no idea about clothes design. It felt like it was just days ago when he had to insist for a damn week to finally convince her to do some simple, cool design to see if they both liked it. It felt like no time passed since that first collection dropped and they worked on another and then another and another. It had been her favorite thing to do, her favorite job so far, and the most rewarding one, even if more than once she freaked out thinking it wasn't good enough. There was nothing as fun and wonderful as working with the man she loved, so it was nothing but a delight, at least almost all the time.
"It's fun ninety percent of the time" Jas shrugged, pretending it wasn't a big deal. "And I thought you did it cause I'm your favorite graphic designer"
"You're my favorite everything, kiddo" Daniel affirmed, kissing her once before he kept talking. "You're my favorite designer, but also the best mom, wife, friend, aunt and sister. And you gotta believe me when I tell you you're there for everyone all the time, J. Nobody knows how the hell you do it but you do, so nobody can say anything about you not being present. Plus, you're a badass. Not much people would've the courage to stand up against some of the most powerful people in Formula 1 and her boyfriend's bosses, and there you were calling out their shit, and not once but twice"
And again, Jas smiled, but this time thanks to the proud look on Daniel's face. Any other guy would probably get mad at his girlfriend for getting in on his business and standing up against his boss, but not him. He didn't do it all those years ago and he didn't do it weeks ago. He was just worried about what his bosses said to Jas, ready to stand up and fight anyone who would mess with the woman he loved more than anyone in the world. Not that Jas needed someone defending her, but Daniel was ready to do it.
"Gimme a chance and I'll do it again. Nobody messes with my baby daddy" Jas murmured, letting go of his hands to place them on his neck, stroking his jaw with her thumbs.
"I know, sweet mama badger" he smiled, placing his arms around her waist, bringing her even closer to his body. "You're a badass and that's one of the things I admire the most about you. That and the fact that you handle all my shit, you pull up with me as I go around racing cars, all while you're handling motherhood like a pro doing most of the things on your own"
"Danny, baby, don't. It's not like that"
"You know it's true. You do most of the things on your own and it's not like when it was just you and me. With the three of us it's just harder. Between the hours I spend at the sim, working, racing and everything else you spend most of the times on your own with Oli. And you do it anyway and never complain about a thing when you totally should, so it's alright if you do it now" Daniel affirmed, moving her hands under her shirt to stroke her back as he kept talking, never moving his eyes away from hers. "Just like it's alright if you're not in the mood to be at the garage. You don't have to if you don't want. And if you don't then that's not gonna change a damn thing. You're the best mom and wife in the world, that's why we love you so much. Thats why I love you so much and I can't wait to finally say this wonderful, smart, beautiful woman's my wife"
"I love you too, D. More than you'll ever know" she smiled, getting in her tiptoes to kiss him. Jas never needed a reaffirmation or a path on the back; everything she did was out of nothing but love and devotion for the man in front of her and then for their daughter. It was her job to look after them and there was nothing she loved more in the world, but to hear Daniel saying those words was all she needed to know she was doing the right thing. It was all she needed to know she wasn't fucking it up. "Sleeping with you that night was seriously the best decision I ever made" she joked, moving her arms around his neck to scratch his head and play with his short curls.
Jas was surprised Olivia didn't wake up by the sound of her dad's laugh. It was the next thing Jas needed to feel better and like every single time, it worked wonders. "Na, it's the second best. The first one is right there, sleeping like she doesn't need to get her tiny ass on a plane" Daniel affirmed, pointing with his head to Olivia.
And like every single night when they put her in her crib, they couldn't help but stay in each other's arms, just looking at her, still not believing she was real and with them. "We did a cute one, uh?"
"Cute? Look at her face. She's the most beautiful baby in the world!"
"She is. Besides those dimples and curls made her even cutter, just like her daddy" Jas smiled, looking from Olivia to Daniel and then back to their daughter. Everyone said Olivia looked like Jas. Everyone said she was her mother's face, but the youngest Ricciardo had her dad's brown eyes, his dimples and his cheeky smile. Besides, even if they weren't crazy and defined as Daniel's, Olivia inherited the brown curls, but they were more like a waved version of it. But Jas favorite thing was how Olivia also took the always-smiling thing from her dad. She was always giggling and smiling, which made everyone say she was nothing but a sunshine of a baby.
"Beautiful as her mum and pa" Daniel affirmed, kissing Jas' head. "Do you trust me?" he suddenly asked, looking back at Jas with the sweetest expression on his handsome face.
"You came inside me the first night we met, I started to travel the world with you not even six months after dating and then I moved in with you not even after one year and there you ask if I trust you" Jas joked, getting in her tiptoes again to kiss his cheek as she moved her arms from his neck to his waist to hug him.
"We were insane for that. But trust me when I say everything's gonna be alright. There's nothing you and me can't fix"
Has couldn't help but nod at his words. There was nobody she trusted as much as Daniel. They had been through roller coasters after roller coaster and they always made it work together no matter what the problem was or how hard things were, so she knew that was just another hard time in their story. "I know it's gonna be alright and I know there's nothing we can fix. I just miss home. I wanna lay down in our bed" she shrugged, getting out of her chest another of the things that were haunting her. Home was anywhere she was with Daniel and Olivia, but she missed Perth. She missed her favorite place in the world and being there with her favorite people.
"I know you do, kiddo. I miss it too, but just some days and we'll be there. Can you do that for me?" Daniel asked, kissing her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and lastly her lips.
"Just for you"
"You're the absolute best. Bestest of best in the world"
"I know" she shrugged, closing her eyes as she rested her head on his chest. She knew they didn't have much time left; she knew they had to go soon, and that meant going back to reality, so she took the chance to enjoy the last minutes of silence, but especially the last minutes of not sharing her husband with the world. "Remember when you told me you were thinking about switching to Renault?"
"I do. You told me if we had to move to France then we were going to move to France" Daniel remembered, kissing her forehead as they thought of those years that seemed like centuries ago.
"Exactly. And you told me 'I know you love Paris, but the Renault factory is in UK, princess'. That's how much I know about F1" Jas giggled, feeling as silly as she felt that day for having zero idea about ninety percent of all the things related to Daniel's work. Four years later she knew like a 30 percent more, but that was it.
"All I know it's you were all ready to make your bags and go to France with me. You've no idea how happy I was to hear you say that" he smiled, looking down at her with nothing but love in his brown eyes.
"I'm still ready to pack and go anywhere you want, but I don't really like France today" she murmured as a sad smirk appeared on her face.
"What about we grab our baby girl we get out of here?" Daniel offered, and those were probably the best words she heard in the whole damn day.
"Alrighty, let's get out of this shit hole" Jas affirmed, the slightest Aussie accent she kind of adopted with the years appearing at her finest in one single phrase, making Daniel smile even more.
"That's my wife!" he exclaimed, kissing her once more before they let each other go, ready to forget about that French weekend.
#daniel ricciardo#daniel ricciardo imagine#daniel ricciardo one shot#formula one#formula 1#formula 1 fic#formula one fic#f1#f1 fanfic#formula one imagine#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 oneshot#f1 imagine#f1 oneshot
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Hiiiiii just for fun I thought I’d show some irl examples of how imagine the characters in aoyaom— as always this is about ✨vibes✨ only, I don’t really think of these as “face claims” or EXACTLY how I think they’d look, but certain features capture a tangential feeling of you get me?
Anyway, here are the candidates for Academia’s Next Top Models— imagine them as slightly more realistically pretty, whatever that means? Like these same people pictured, but without a team of skin and hair and makeup artists and a lot of money for whatever treatments or physical alterations they want. People who would make you double take if you passed them on the street, but don’t look like they stepped out of an Instagram filter. Anyway.
Spoilers for aoyaom ahead!
Annabeth Chase
Pictured: Tetiana Kizko, Dorit Revelis (but older lol— maybe Annabeth in college?), Morgan Crabtree, and Julie Hocke
Honestly for her, I just focused on hair hair hair. But also I need her to have features that are like Percy said in the epilogue: soft or sharp depending on lighting and mood and stuff. But towards the beginning of the story, she’d probably look a bit more haggard and worn down than this— I imagine circles under the eyes, her poor hair heat styled smooth, and just a constant scowl on her face that makes some people (like Becky) just not notice how pretty she is at first (not Percy tho. He noticed right away.)
Luke Castellan
Pictured: Leif Stacey, Rudi Dollmayer, and Danny Smith
At first I was like “what does near 40/already 40 year old Luke even look like?!?!” because when I wrote most of aoyaom, the oldest I saw him in my head was like. 30. Similar vibes to how I pictured him in the og series as a kid (except he was barely over TWENTY in those, GOD) but then I found a photo of Leif Stacey specifically and went “oh that’s him.” A guy who’s clearly older, but young woman would still find him REALLY attractive. Charming, put together, chiseled, does good work in education, but also a total secret scumbag in one particular area— 😬 ……. I would probably be in the same position as Annabeth if I were a freshman in college, because I’m very dumb!
Percy Jackson
Pictured:
Okay listen. I. Hate. Looking for real life men who remind me of fully-adult Perseus Jackson. I hate it. None of them ever have the right vibe for me!
Evans Nikopoulos is maybe the closest? Maybe????
And Arthur Gosse is in there I think??? But I’m not even sure he’s a good fit either— idk he looks like a different man in every photo I see of him and I can’t figure out if there’s just 2 different models with this name or what!!! who even are these people? Heck if I know! Whenever I find a dark haired man on Pinterest, for all I can tell his name is Damien Alexander Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and he only exists in wattpad’s very own “The Alpha’s Maître d’: Part Seven of the Lust Devourer Mafia Werewolf Fated Mates Cycle Part 2 Chapter 12” or whatever WATTPAD LOVES THEIR DARK HAIRED BOYS!!!!! PINTEREST’S DARK HAIRED MAN SELECTION IS ONLY POPULATED WITH WATTPAD FACE CLAIMS!!!!!!! Finding the names of these men is a total nightmare!!!!!!!
Mike Pishek is there too. I seriously labored in the Pinterest mines, and then there’s only like one specific photo of each of these men that feels like “Percy” ish to me
I think one of them is Daniel Illescas. I don’t know anymore.
Percy is just HARD because you need a guy who is intense, but can clearly be silly and have a good sense of humor and a mischievous twinkle in his eye, who can be flirty then smoldering, but then is incredibly good natured but a bit of a rebel— I hate this man there’s a reason he doesn’t exist. I never want to look at skinny pretty people on Pinterest ever again.
I was planning on doing more, but then…
Piper. Oh my GOD Piper. If I thought trying to find “Percy vibes” was hard… that’s just a whole dark haired white man. There’s trillions of those. I was trying to find a Native American woman who was specifically of Cherokee descent for Piper, and I spent almost 7 hours scouring the internet for literally any actress or model who could fit, and I’m pretty sure I’ve just. Completely lost my mind. And it certainly doesn’t help that so many results are just… disgusting displays of stereotypes!!! Maybe I wasn’t using the right search terms in google, but GOD it was just. A nightmare. It’s dire out there. I knew it would be but. I gave myself such a migraine trying to do her justice. I found ONE woman who was a model I think? In the 90s? There are so many beautiful Native American actors and models and people, yet it’s still like this! And maybe it would be fine to just use any indigenous women, as long as they’re from a tribe, but I don’t want to treat them interchangeably I guess— I don’t knooooow anyway that whole search gave me a temporary eye Twitch and destroyed any remaining dregs of my hope in society, and killed my will to keep finding examples for other characters, but I will absolutely try again!!! She deserves it!!!!!!
Anyway let me know who you’d like to see. Hopefully I will not have another breakdown. It’s probably fine.
#morgan murmurs#aoyaom#representation of indigenous people is abysmal#I mean we all KNOW that#but actually not being able to find more than a couple people from a specific tribe who are well known is……#woof#let’s get it together#I did find a couple more recent Cherokee actresses! but they’re all teenagers#and Piper in this fic is mid-late 20s#anyway.#pjo#pjo fanfic#Percy Jackson#Annabeth Chase#Luke Castellan#I would like to lie down now
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Rambling about Mike, Will, Dnd and Hellfire
Ok, we all know there are very fucking dense people in the stranger things fandom and I already kinda accepted the fact that they just don’t understand Mike’s character, but one thing I think is really strange is how people are mad at Mike for “dismissing Will’s desire for playing dnd and then all of a sudden being totally into it in s4”. Have these people even seen the show? All of the og party members are absolute suckers for dnd! They all love it and they’re all enthusiastic about it! Yes, Mike too! And yes, also in s3!! As I said, I know most people still think that Mike is a character made of cardboard but acting as if Mike isn’t into dnd is just factually wrong!! Instead of questioning why Mike didn’t like it in s3, they’re questioning why he did like it in s4??? That’s just so illogical! Mike being into dnd is in character for him!! You don’t need to question why he’s into it! That’s just how his character is! Mike not being into dnd is out of character for him! That’s what you need to question!!! Even then, in s3 Mike literally says “we’re just not in the mood right now” and replies with “yes” when Will asks him if he’d still want to play dnd with him, clearly implying that Mike is still into the game but didn’t want to play in that moment or rather tries to pretend like he isn’t into it anymore for some reason. So it honestly just kinda baffles me that so many people somehow fully believe that Mike moved on from dnd in s3 and therefore deem his enthusiasm about it in s4 as strange and contradictory.
Another thing I want to point out is that “What if you want to join another party?” “Not possible.” Is actually specific to Will! Will is the one moving away and in that sense also moving on. He’s physically letting go of Hawkins and Mike is scared that Will will move on from him. Let go of him. Mike is afraid that Will will find new friends and therefore won’t need him anymore. He’s essentially scared of being replaced and Will reassures him that that’s “not possible”. Mike can’t be replaced! Mike joining Hellfire is literally not an issue because Mike is not the one leaving a big portion of his life behind by moving across the country. He’s still Mike, still in Hawkins, still playing dnd and still doing so with Dustin and Lucas. It’s still his familiar surroundings and Will will forever be a part of that so just doing something they all used to do together rather implies that Mike is still holding on to Will!! Simultaneously, the fact that we don’t get to see Mike, Lucas and Dustin playing dnd together on their own also shows that playing a campaign together with only 3/4 of the party feels wrong for them because it’s not the same without Will!! There’s also the emphasis on “if you want to” in Mike and Wills conversation, meaning the hypothetical scenario would have to include Will actively seeking out people to play dnd with and therefore actively trying to find subs for Lucas, Dustin and Mike. The equivalent scenario to Mike would have him actively seeking out a new member for their party. Actively trying to find a sub for Will. But that’s not what happens at all. As I mentioned earlier, we don’t even see Mike, Dustin and Lucas playing dnd on their own. What we do see though, is that they’re all in a new dnd club now and we also get the information that Eddie is the one that reached out to them! Made them join his club. This is not the party anymore. This is Hellfire! Joining Hellfire was more so done passively and playing dnd with the Hellfire club is just playing the game for the enjoyment of it. So Mike joining the Hellfire club does not equal him replacing Will!! It’s literally just Mike enjoying something he loves.
People act as if Will is holding some grudge against Mike for not wanting to play dnd with him in s3 and that he’d be mad at Mike for being into it in s4 because they don’t get that the rain fight was literally never actually about dnd. Dnd is just code for staying together! And when Mike didn’t want to play with Will that was him “not wanting to stay together” [pretending]. That’s what this fight was about!! And their last talk about dnd was Mike expressing his longing for staying together and Will confirming that they always will!!!
Also, a huge misconception a lot of people have is that Will is the most into dnd of all party members just because he wanted to play in s3. Yeah, he made the dnd themed painting in s4 but he literally didn’t even play the game for months while Lucas, Mike and Dustin played a master dnd campaign all throughout freshman year!! They all love dnd! And so I personally think all this “Eddie would’ve loved Will” is kinda….. not actually based in anything? I mean, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with headcanoning this but there’s just nothing really to back that up in the show. Because why would Eddie especially have loved Will? Just because he’s so enthusiastic about dnd? Have you seen Dustin? Have you seen Mike? Have you seen Erica?? Etc. Being enthusiastic about dnd is literally the bare minimum because everyone is beyond enthusiastic about the game! So Eddie and Will probably would’ve gotten along in that aspect but it’s not like they would’ve become best friends because of it. I’ve also seen a really bad take about how Eddie could’ve been what Steve is to Dustin to Will and that’s just illogical because Will literally already has that! Will has Jonathan!
Coming back to Mike, being in Hellfire actually has literally nothing to do with Will! This is all about Mike and only Mike! Mike being in Hellfire was him trying to feel closer to himself again! That was him rekindling with himself! Doing what he actually likes! Being who he actually is! Hellfire was self care for Mike. And that’s exactly the reason why there aren’t any bells ringing in Eddie’s head when Max mentions El and calls her by her name. There’s no “Oh wait, that’s Mike’s girlfriend, right?” Because Eddie has never heard of her before! Mike simply never mentioned that he even had a girlfriend because his relationship with El and being himself can’t coexist. And Mike being himself quite literally doesn’t include talking about girls let alone having a girlfriend so the topic just naturally didn’t come up! Hellfire were the only carefree hours Mike got. He could be himself, he could do what he loves and he didn’t need to worry about what anyone else thinks. It was him escaping reality for a while. Another reason as to why Karen’s threat “9 or no California” didn’t bother him that much. He still went to Hellfire and he still stayed until the end and he probably would’ve stayed past 9pm if the campaign finale had lasted longer. Mike was like “Fuck it! Let me have one last night where I can be myself before I have to pretend to be someone else for a whole week!” and if that meant that he would’ve missed his curfew and his mother would’ve forbidden him to go to California….. well then he would’ve [gladly] accepted that. [honestly, no matter how much Mike missed Will and El, I think he was all the more nervous about seeing them again and therefore kinda tried to avoid having to go. He definitely didn’t care that much about Karen’s threat because he just simply would’ve been content with not going to California because of the anxiety surrounding that]
#I’M JUST RAMBLING GUYS#ramblings#byler#mike wheeler#gay mike wheeler#gay mike gay mike gay mike gay mike gay mike gay mike gay mike#will byers#byler is endgame#byler tumblr#stranger things
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Will is not jelaous, he is hurt. Mike is jelaous.
Sorry, I don't agree at all.
First of all I want to say that jealousy is a completely normal emotion that anyone can feel and there are different ways in which people react to jealousy.
Now, what is jealousy?
This loved one can be a friend or a family member, my point is that jealousy is not inherently romantic (I, for example get jealous easily for any loved one of mine).
The fact that Will is jealous of Mike and El's relationship is something that even those who believed that Will wasn't gay and therefore not in love with Mike would admit, they would simply excuse that he missed his friendship with Mike or was completely platonic jealousy which we now know was not completely the case, because yes, Will missed his friendship with Mike but he is also pretty in love with Mike.
"You're ruining our party"
You're destroying everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?"
I don't know how else to describe this other than jealousy, yeah he was upset with Mike and Lucas for how they behaved at the game but from the moment Will said "you're ruining our party" it was just about him and Mike, unlike earlier when in the fight Mike said "we're just not in the mood" and Will replied "you guys are never in the mood anymore" both speaking in the plural and including Lucas in the dispute. This is why later Mike says "it's not my fault" instead of "it's not our fault".
I talked before about how Will's reaction to the other relationships in season 3 is different than his reaction to Mike and El's relationship, why? Because he was jealous.
Although in season 3 and season 4 there is a difference in how Will handles his jealousy, probably because of the rain fight he came to the conclusion why he feels the way he does towards Mike and how it makes him different, plus the fact that Mike is probably never going to reciprocate his feelings (in Will's opinion) and fear of getting hurt. The show tells us that Will is still pretty jealous it's just that he's not as vocal as he was in season 3 and keeps it more to himself.
Will folding his painting just as Mike kisses El after she said she wants the day to be just about the two of them was jealousy. He was also hurt by Mike's behavior.
“You’ve called maybe a couple times. It’s been a year, Mike. Meanwhile, El has like a book of letters from you.”
Will made it super clear that he was jealous and felt left out.
He said he was being a miserable third wheel all day, complained that Mike barely calls him while he writes letters to El all the time. He just needed to say "I'm jealous" to make it even more obvious that he was in fact jealous.
Jealousy generally refers to the thoughts or feelings of insecurity, fear, and concern over a relative lack of possessions or safety.
Jealousy can consist of one or more emotions such as anger, resentment, inadequacy, helplessness or disgust. In its original meaning, jealousy is distinct from envy, though the two terms have popularly become synonymous in the English language, with jealousy now also taking on the definition originally used for envy alone. These two emotions are often confused with each other, since they tend to appear in the same situation.
"Do you remember what I said about click’s class? about me being jealous and, like, obsessed? It isn’t because I had a crush on you. It’s because… she wouldn’t stop staring at you."
"I wanted her to look at me. But… she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair."
Just like Robin being jealous because of her feelings for Tammy was envious of Steve, Will is also envious of El (don't twist my words around saying I'm saying Will hates El or something because that's not what I'm saying). Envy and jealousy are often related to the point where they are almost used as synonyms because usually when you feel jealousy you also feel envy.
"Will is not jealous, he is hurt."
But why is he hurt? Why are being hurt and being jealous mutually exclusive rather than perhaps related?
Okay let's see something.
In these two scenes, which one of them is jealous and which one is hurt?
Was El jealous and Will hurt? Or was Will jealous and El hurt? Or maybe they were both jealous and hurt?
Will is watching Mike and El flirt through the porthole-style window of the pizza kitchen. Unable to watch them anymore, he returns his eyes to the dissolving salt. (Will's pov)
Jonathan eyes Will. He knows his brother too well. Knows he's hurting. (Jonathan's pov)
We always talked about how Will never expected anything more from Mike than their friendship, that he just wanted them to go back to being best friends like before. And while this is true this scene shows us that Will's feelings not being reciprocated (in his opinion) does hurt him, that he does want something more with Mike, that seeing him with someone else in a romantic context like flirting hurts him, because he wants to be in that place with Mike. And at this point Mike and Will are already back to being best friends so it's not about going back to how they were before and spending time together.
And this my dear anon, is jealousy.
Romantic jealousy.
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Mike wanted Will to tell him that things would be okay if El didn’t need him anymore, Mike knew that Will’s confession wasn’t El’s, and Mike’s monologue was a mix of lies and truth (towards the wrong person) in hopes to save the world.
1. Mike said to Will as they sat on top of the car, “I should’ve explained myself because maybe then Eleven would’ve taken me with her and things would be different but I didn’t know what to say”
Will follows it up with “Sometimes, I think it can just be scary to open up like that, to say how you really feel, especially to people you care about the most because what if they don’t like the truth?”
this is super important to BOTH characters.
Mike is saying he didn’t know what to say to El to explain himself, even though it was basically spelled out for him. If he loved her, he would know all he has to do is say it. Now you can argue that he didn’t know how to explain that he was afraid to say it, but that’s where Will’s response plays in.
Will is pretty much opening the door for Mike to know his future confession is his and not El’s, but also his wording is weird. If Mike loved El, Will wouldn’t be saying “what if they don’t like the truth?” because how would that line possibly relate to Mike’s issue? El wants to know that Mike loves her, so if he explained himself there would be no “what if they don’t like the truth” and Will and Mike both know that. On surface level it looks like that would only apply to Will’s situation, but if it was supposed to only apply to Will why would Will be saying it as comfort to Mike?
2. In the van Will asks “How far is NINA from Vegas?” Mike replies “If Suzie’s coordinates are right about another 90 miles, why?” To which Will responds “Well once we save her, El, we should stop on the way back. El could make us like super rich and we’d never have to work. We could just play dnd and nintendo for the rest of our lives”. Then comes Mikes saddened “Yeah, totally”. Will interprets this to be about El, so he says “We’re gonna make it Mike. She’s gonna be okay” Mike says “yeah, i know she is”
Now, Mike was in a perfectly good mood about finding El before this. He was confident about it, even. Once Will brought up playing dnd and nintendo for the rest of their lives, Mike got saddened. Think about Lucas on The Line (an amazing story that focuses on Lucas’s struggles being a black kid in Hawkins and why he wanted to become popular. THIS BOOK IS ABOUT LUCAS. IM ONLY USING THIS ONE SMALL PART FOR REFERENCE. THE BOOK IS IMPORTANT TO LUCAS’S CHARACTER, DO NOT MINIMIZE HIS STORY DOWN INTO JUST BEING ABOUT MIKE), Lucas says that Mike spent a month in his basement playing Nintendo and moping. All he did besides that was write letters to El (letters he couldn’t even sign with “love, Mike”). Who did he just tell “I mean what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends. That we were just gonna sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?”. Yeah, Will. So Mike, knowing he’s been playing his nintendo and going to hellfire meetings, knowing he looks super hypocritical, gets saddened. He wants to play dnd and nintendo with Will for the rest of his life. He just doesn’t know if that’s a real possibility. Will also brings up finding El, and i think Mike realizes they’re close to the end of their time together (Will and Mike). Once El is back, Mike is back to playing pretend. But he also needs to feel needed in order to feel worthy, so playing pretend is not going to be as easy (it was never easy, though) as it was before.
Will interprets Mike’s “yeah, totally” to simply be about El, so he brings her up again. Saying they’ll get to her in time and she’ll be okay. Will thinks he’s being comforting, but Mike is desperate to get his point across to Will in an inconspicuous way, so he says he knows she’ll be okay, then starts to ramble.
3. In the van, Mike is trying to explain how he feels to Will. “what if when this is all over, she doesn’t need me anymore” and then goes on to say “The truth is, when I stumbled on her in the woods she just needed someone. It’s not fate. It’s not destiny. It’s just simple dumb luck and one day she’s gonna realize I’m just some random nerd who got lucky that Superman landed on his doorstep. I mean at least Lois Lane is an ace reporter for the Daily Planet, right?-“ then he stops and apologizes because Will has a weird look on his face. then he claims “it’s so stupid given everything that’s going on. I don’t know, I just-“ and Will again, cuts him off with “You’re scared of losing her”
Mike brings up the fear not being needed by El. This fear isn’t specific to El, Mike just needs to feel needed. He needs to feel like he‘s protecting and saving someone in order to be worthy, and he secretly needs someone like that back. He is simultaneously nervous AND projecting, probably because it’s the only quality he likes about himself, and that he never really received much love from his parents (his dad at least). He starts to talk about their issues. How the TRUTH of them getting together was. It was dumb luck, it wasn’t magical or romantic. He speaks of his fear of being an outcast, of never being able to be himself around El. How much he hates playing pretend is what I hear while he’s ranting. I want to point out that Mike is only his true, vulnerable self around Will. He compares her to Superman (which, cmon man, there’s female super hero’s) and himself to Lois Lane. That’s when he stops and calls it stupid. He see’s Will heard him compare his girlfriend to Superman. Not only that, but that he compared HIMSELF to Lois Lane. I hate when people say “this is the 80’s” but i have to say it, This is the 80’s. Mike basically just pointed out that he views himself as “the girl” (🙄) of his relationship. The one who needs saving and protection (like i said, he secretly wants to be saved and protected). In the back of his mind, he is thinking about how all he wants is Will to say “It will be okay if you two aren’t together, you still have ME. I know who you are and i love you for that”
Will, who is doing so good at pushing Mike in the wrong direction, cuts him off once again to somehow twist his speech of how much his relationship is failing both of them, and how he doesn’t feel like himself with her and that she won’t like him as himself into him being afraid of losing her. This is another obvious clue that Will is about to confess his own feelings, not el’s. because the ONLY person Mike ever DELIBERATELY said he was afraid of losing was Will. Mike looks taken aback when Will mentions this, and he only gives a slight nod. He is extremely scared he just got figured out. Like Will knows what he’s secretly thinking.
4. Will’s painting. The four original party members as their DND characters fighting off a dragon. Mike is leading them, he has a heart on his coat of Arms. Mike looks extremely happy when he unrolls the painting, he says “This is amazing! Did you paint this?” and Will replies “yeah, yeah i mean, i mean, i mean El asked me to, she commissioned it basically I mean, she told me what to draw”
Will’s painting is the BIGGEST clue that these feelings are not El’s. The painting is a dnd painting, it is ONLY the original party, and Mike is leading them. 1. El knows nothing about dnd or how the original party played so how would she tell Will to draw a scene like that, 2. why would she ask Will to paint ONLY the og party if it was commissioned by her for Mike about her feelings, 3. She wrote to Mike that Will was painting something and that she thought it was for a girl he liked, because he was acting weird.
I’m thinking Mike remembers that letter, and he saw Wills painting and immediately was happy, he thought to himself “Maybe Will did pick up on my hidden message, and this means he feels the same”, but Will lies and says El commissioned it. Mike’s smile drops. He studies the painting carefully, as if he’s stuck on what to believe. There’s no way this dnd painting could be from El, but Will doesn’t lie.
5. Will starts to explain the painting. “See how you’re leading us here? You’re guiding the whole party, inspiring us. That’s what you do. And see your coat of arms here? It’s a heart. And i know it’s sort of on the nose but that’s what holds this whole party together, heart. because I mean, without heart we’d all fall apart. Even El, especially El.”
Leading, guiding, inspiring. Mike was a DM, he was written to be the main DM of the party. He was also a Paladin, a character type portrayed as a Holy Knight crusading in the name of good and order. Mike never talked to El about dnd, or what character type he played, or how it even worked because when he tried in s1, she looked uninterested. Will mentions how heart is what is guiding the party. Now, El wouldn’t have commissioned a painting based on their relationship and call mike the heart of the original four’s party. That makes no sense. She would’ve asked for something specific to her and Mike. We’d all fall apart without heart, Will? or would YOU.
6. “These past few months she’s been so lost without you. It’s just she’s so different from other people and when you’re, when you’re different you sometimes feel like a mistake” Will starts to tear up. “but you make her feel like she’s not a mistake at all. Like she’s better for being different. And that gives her the courage to fight on. If she was mean to you or she seemed like she was pushing you away, It’s probably because she’s scared of losing you just like you’re scared of losing her. And if she was going to lose you, i think she’d rather get it over with quick. Like ripping off a band-aid. So yeah, El needs you Mike. And she always will.” Mike says “Yeah?” and Will goes “Yeah.” then turns to cry.
Will is lost without Mike. He feels like more of a mistake than ever because Mike is not there to make him feel better. To make him feel like he’s not a mistake. He was mean to Mike, El wasn’t mean to mike. He was pushing Mike away, El was actively pulling him in up until that last moment. Will thinks that he is ripping off the band aid to his romantic feelings in this moment, while simultaneously saying “even if i can’t be with you, i will always need you”
Mike is not this stupid. pay attention to his facial expressions and his body language. He keeps looking back at the painting, connecting the dots. He carefully focuses on Will as Will speaks, but he doesn’t dare utter his own words. He watches Will so carefully and studies him. When Mike says “yeah?” he has a small smile. Like he confirmed they were Wills feelings in his head. Will, thinking he just convinced Mike that El needs him, sadly chokes out a yeah back. When Will is crying, Mike very noticeably looks at him, then back at the painting again. Mike knows they aren’t alone in the Van, and he knows the last thing Will needs is attention brought upon the situation (even though Jonathan already knows, they don’t know that).
7. Mike and El’s reunion. Mike and El hug and touch foreheads, Will is standing between and watching. Mike looks at Will.
Mike has to return to playing pretend now. Will obviously didn’t want Mike to know about his feelings, and Mike doesn’t know what to do anymore at this point. Mike and El’s reunion parallels Hopper and El’s reunion at the end. This is screaming that they both realize they should only be platonic. Will standing between them and Mike looking at him parallels Robin and Vickie in the gun store.
All of this leads me to Surfer Boys Pizza. El and Mike look like they’re ready to say something to each other about ending this relationship before Argyle bursts in. Argyle comes in with the gayest fucking scene, “try before you deny” and Mike, who again is back to playing pretend, is all “fruit on pizza, that’s blasphemous!” (weird word choice Mike🤭). After that the two have no time to discuss alone. That’s when Mike is backed into the corner. He doesn’t know how to help El when she’s dying, he is panicking. Will, being the great wingman he’s been this whole season (🙄) pushes Mike. When Will grabs Mike’s shoulder Mike looks at him in panic. Will tells him to be the heart. Mike looks at him as if his eyes are saying “I can’t say that, not in front of you” but he quickly looks to El, possibly thinking to himself that he can and he will say this to save her, He starts his monologue.
“El, I don’t know if you can hear me but, but if you can I want you to know i’m here, okay? I’m right here, and I love you. El, do you hear me? I love you. i’m sorry i don’t say it more. it’s not because i’m scared of you. i’m not. i’ve never felt that way. never. But i am scared that one day you’ll realize you don’t need me anymore. And i thought if i said how i felt, it would somehow make that day hurt more. but the truth is, El, I don’t know how to live without you. I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods. You were wearing that Yellow Benny’s Burgers t-shirt, and it was so big it almost swallowed you whole. I knew right then in there in that moment that i loved you, and i’ve loved you every day since. I love you on your good days, i love you on your bad days. I love you with your powers, i love you without your powers. I love you for exactly who you are. You’re my superhero. and, i cant lose you. Okay? Do you hear me i cant lose you. You can do anything. You can fly, You can move mountains. I believe that, i really do. but right now, you just have to fight. okay? El? do you hear me? you need to fight. you have to fight. Fight. Fight!” and more yelling to fight.
Mike is very insistent on El hearing him. He seems to think that maybe she can’t hear him, and he’s saying all of this for nothing. He finally says I love you and El looks happy for a moment, then he keeps talking. he says it’s not bc he’s scared of her, that he’s never felt that way, which is a lie because he was definitely scared of her when she threw lucas and knocked him out. he was scared of her when she hit angela in the face with a rollerskate. He’s been scared of her. He also says that the truth is he doesn’t know how to live his life without her. Except he does, he did it perfectly fine with Will the entire time. He was his most vulnerable self. He was nice and he was close with his best friend. This is him projecting, because he doesn’t know how to live without Will. Mike still had El in his life through letters, but he had no contact with Will for nearly an entire year. He became himself again back home, clinging onto any little thing left to remind him of his time with Will before the rain fight. He goes on to say his life started the day he found her in the woods, which would be a lie again because if his life started that day he wouldn’t have been so upset over his best friend still. If he thinks his life started that day, it’s because he realized he could find Will with her help. He says he knew he loved her from that moment. Another lie, because he didn’t. He wouldn’t have said he’d send her back to Pennhurst if he did. He wouldn’t have turned so quickly on her multiple times while looking for Will if he did. He wouldn’t have ran away from her and broke down crying in his mothers arms if he loved her in that moment. He would’ve sought comfort from her. But he didn’t love her, he barely trusted her. The only thing holding him to her was Will. Another reason these are lies is because he JUST TOLD WILL that meeting her was dumb luck. that it wasn’t fate or destiny. And we know that Mike is his authentic self around Will. He says he loves her with or without her powers, and that he loves her for exactly who she is, then calls her his superhero again. El also seems to look even less happy about Mike’s monologue the moment he calls her a superhero again, esp since it was preceded by “i love you for exactly who you are”. That cements in her brain that Mike only sees her as a superhero. Mike thinks he’s helping because he thinks it makes her feel better about being different. Mike is starting to panic more about El not fighting back yet, he’s supposed to be the heart, but he knows he’s lying. He can’t be HER heart. he calls out that he can’t lose her, though he knows that’s about Will. So he resorts to yelling at her that she can do anything, but she just needs to fight. If Mike loved El, Will wouldn’t have had to push him to do say any of that. If Mike’s monologue were true, It would’ve helped El fight sooner and she would be talking to him after the 2 day time jump.
So, my point? Mike knows there’s something between him and Will, but he’s afraid. He doesn’t know what to do and now he had to lie to El to try and save the world, and it didn’t really even work. Nothing went to plan. Max is brain dead and hawkins split in half, plus Vecna isn’t gone. He’s taking over the regular world too.
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Warnings: Flashbacks of Billy and Max talking about abuse.
Hi can you please do an imagine where the character is friends with mike and Dustin and joins the hellfire club along with Erica, she lost her bf billy and is trying to cope and Eddie helps her with that and they both start liking each other. Also can you make the reader kind of a badass? Thank you so much😊
Mike frowned when he saw Dustin. He’d come from the other direction and was walking, rather than getting dropped off by his mom. “Everything ok?” Mike asked him as he fell in step with Dustin.
“I went to check in on (Y/N) before school.” He mumbled. Mike’s mood plummeted and he stared at his feet as they reached the school gates. “She didn’t look good, Mike. I-I know it’s not been long since Billy died but. I’m worried about her. Steve said she doesn’t even answer the phone anymore.”
Mike was silent. He didn’t like the feeling that bubbled at the bottom of his belly. As if he’d swallowed a million snakes and they squirmed making him anxious. “(Y/N)’s always fine.” He said quietly. Dustin didn’t say anything else about it until lunch. He and Mike slowly made their way up to the table that the Hellfire club sat at.
“Maybe we could ask Eddie to let her join.” Dustin said suddenly.
“What?” Mike asked. They’d been quiet as they collected their lunch so he wasn’t quite sure what Dustin was talking about.
“(Y/N). We could ask him to let her join. We have to do something to cheer her up.” Dustin said firmly as if his mind was already made up.
“Do you really think that will help? I mean it’s not like there’s much else we can do. We can’t bring Billy back.” Mike mumbled. Dustin frowned at him before leading the way to the table. After a few minutes of chattering, Dustin cleared his throat and glanced at Eddie. Eddie had already noticed there was something off with Dustin. They’d passed in the hall between classes and he’d seen the slouched defeated way that Dustin walked.
“I was wondering if it’d be ok to bring a new person to the next session.” Dustin said as if he was weary of Eddie losing his temper. Eddie stopped picking at his food and looked at him.
“Who?” He pressed. Dustin glanced at Mike who was staring at his food as if he was hoping a gate to the up-side-down would open up under him and save him from talking.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Dustin said in a strange voice. It was as if he was caught between wanting Eddie to like him and following the urge to make sure that you were ok. Eddie let out a laugh and a few of the people around the table joined in. Mike saw the way Dustin’s fists balled and he went a little red at the tips of his ears. Mike thought for a moment that Dustin might come to your defence and strike Eddie but the moment passed. “You want to bring Hargrove’s bunny boiler to a Hellfire meeting?”
“(Y/N) isn’t a. I just thought she could use someone you know. Maybe she’d cheer up if.” Dustin tried to explain but Eddie’s glare made him stutter out. That, Mike, observed and the frustration at someone picking on you. You’d looked after Dustin and Mike longer than Steve had. Dustin was rather defensive which Mike couldn’t blame him for. You would have been jumping to his defence if things were swapped round. “Just find her somewhere to belong.” He spluttered out and frowned at Eddie.
“Somewhere to belong?” Eddie said as he got up and pulled Dustin and Mike out of their seats. He steered them to the end of the table and faced them toward the jocks and cheerleaders. “The Hellfire club is not a place for some picket fence doll to pit stop until she gets back on her feet. She belongs with them but they don’t give a fuck if she’s doing ok or not. That’s not our fault.”
“I just thought we could help her.” Dustin said and yanked himself from Eddie’s grip, storming off. Eddie felt a little guilty as he watched him hurry out of the cafeteria.
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Eddie strolled out of the school and to the bench in the woods. He’d been so deep in his own thoughts he hadn’t noticed you on the bench until he’d startled you.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to make you jump.” Eddie muttered. He watched you let out a puff of smoke and stub out the cigarette between your fingers on the table.
“Fine.” You muttered. Eddie took you in as he watched you. Your hair was greasy and knotty but you’d shoved it up into a ponytail. Your clothes looked nice but they had stains on them as if you hadn’t changed out of them for a while. He could see the exhaustion in your face.
“You. You’re friends with Dustin.” Eddie said when he sat down. He wasn’t sure what else to say.
“Oh. Yeah. I’m here to pick him up but I couldn’t bear all the people asking if I was ok.” You said quietly. There was a pause as Eddie rolled himself a cigarette and glanced at you. “They all say it as if they care.”
“Maybe they do?” Eddie offered as he glanced at you.
“I doubt it.” You muttered sullenly. Eddie moved to sit next to you on the bench. Neither of you said anything until he saw your eyes falling shut.
“Trouble sleeping?” He asked curiously. You scoffed and didn’t answer him, unsure how to explain that every time you laid down to sleep you saw Billy, in the air, blood leaking down his body as he screamed. How you felt guilty for stopping seeing Max when three days after Billy had died she came home to Neil throwing away everything Billy owned. How she’d come to you with a bruise on her face and a torn shirt that she’d pried from his hands. How you couldn’t stand being around her because you thought of Billy. That sometimes when you closed your eyes you heard her voice and Billy’s at the same time describing the way Niel swung, how his hands shook like a hardcore addict’s, eyes dilated at the possibility of landing a blow. Mouth watering, hands shaking seeming to grow a hundred feet tall. She’d stayed with you and fallen asleep in your arms the way Billy had years before. It was too much for you to cope with so you’d shut everyone out. Eddie watched you as if he understood you were drowning in a sea of baggage and simply said. “I just smoke a lot of pot when I can sleep. Maybe put on some loud music so I can’t think. Nice to see you around though.” Eddie sounded almost sincere when he spoke.
Every time you picked up Dustin over the next few months you met with Eddie at the bench. He watched you seem to recover and with your improvement Dustin’s temper and mood evened out as he worried about you less and less. After a couple of months, Eddie invited you to join the Hellfire club. You’d walked with him to help him set it up.
“So how many sessions before I get a T-shirt?” You asked as you handed him the bit he was arranging on the table.
“I might be able to rustle you one up if you ask nicely enough.” Eddie grinned at you when made a noise as if he’d been holding out on you.
“So I only get a shirt if I appeal to your ego?” You asked and he laughed.
“I’m a sucker for flattery.” Eddie said as he glanced at you. Neither of you spotted Mike and Dustin who had arrived and looked at you both as if you’d grown wings and second heads.
“What’s happening?” Mike asked quietly.
“I don’t know. It’s like watching your mom and dad flirt with each other after they get divorced.” Dustin muttered to Mike who chuckled.
“You think of (Y/N) as your mom?” Mike teased.
“No. (Y/N) is definitely a dad. Eddie one of our moms.” Dustin said decisively. Before Mike could ask what he meant by one of them Steve hurried in with their coats. He complained loudly that Eddie always kept the room cold and he picked them up with the sniffles. “There’s our other mom.”
You were too busy talking to Eddie to see the three of them gathered at the edge of the room. Steve glanced your way and nodded.
“Nice to see (Y/N) doing better. We went to see her a few weeks ago and she wouldn’t open the door to see us.” Steve said.
“Yeah. I guess Dustin was right about her joining the Hellfire club doing her some good.” Mike said and seemed to perk up now that even Steve could see that you looked to be doing better.
Eddie tags:
@linkpk88
@babypink224221
@prettyplant0
@hardladyheart
@bluejaysaysstuff
@wittiestrain184
@im-ilvn
@slxthxrxn-sxmp
@jamie-c-bower-simp
@aprilfire18
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90's!Eddie Headcanons
Note: I always like imagining how Eddie would adapt with the 90's since it is lowkey very different from the 80's, so here's some random thoughts ^_^
CW:
Cut his hair around the beginning of the decade
I really couldn't tell you why my brain won't let this go, but I really believe that he would've thought that The Blair Witch Project was real (like not for a suuuper long time, but maybe before seeing it he would)
(But he would NOT have made that mistake again with Paranormal Activity in the 00's...totallyyyy...)
He prepared for Y2K "just in case"
He told the others that it was stupid and that people were all worked up over nothing
But did drag along a case of beans, beer and a first-aid kit with him to Steve's New Year's Eve party "just in case"
(He left his other favorite belongings in his van)
His precious van did sadly break down but that was okay cause he ended up just getting a new one instead :)
He refuses to not drive a van, honestly
Would maybe depart from that though if he had access to hearse
Despite being the rough around the edges metalhead he is, he would find a love for Britney Spears
Like ya know how today there's a collection of metalheads who love Carly Rae Jepsen and see her as their emotional support pop girly? That's what Britney is for him
Thought Scream was a masterpiece and forced the others to dress up as the characters with him for Halloween (you can take your guess as to who he was...)
(Stu, duh.)
Speaking of Halloween costumes, the older gang would also dress up as the Friends characters (because c'mon, these are yt ppl..) (He was Joey because he refused to be anyone else) (Yes him and Steve argued over it resulting in a coin toss to make the decision) (Steve was Ross)
He's def a Seinfeld>Friends kinda guy
He's also a Simpsons>Family Guy kinda guy
Fuckin' loves DunkAroos
Got lost at a Nirvana concert (this applies to both Rockstar!Eddie or regular Eddie)
Rockstar!Eddie and Corroded Coffin went on SNL
Eddie told Mike Myers he was hilarious but kept calling him "Michael" to be "respectful" (also cause he thought it was hilarious)
Got Adam Sandler's autograph for Steve
Isn't a fan of ICP or juggalos but can accept them from afar
(Is highkey thankful he went to high school in the 80's because otherwise he would've had some juggalos sitting at the Hellfire table)
Celebrated the beginning of his 30's with a bottle of champagne and a pack of DunkAroos
Would also mourn his 20s but not entirely
His first time using the Internet, he looked up porn
Not cause he was in the mood or anything, but just to see what was there
He's not allowed to use Steve's computer anymore
Embraced the younger ones' new phases :
Lucas styling himself after Will Smith in Fresh Prince (which btw not an Eddie hc but Lucas and Max dressed as Men in Black for Halloween on year, okay bye)
Max definitely embraced the grunge style of dress
El loving riot grrrl bands due to their boldness and unabashed expression of emotions (Eddie thinks it's badass)
The boys' love for video games surging due to history being made before their very eyes (Sonic, Crash, Super Mario 64, etc.)
Eddie gets high and watches Kevin Smith movies
Misses his long hair after watching Jay & Silent Bob :(
Likes Goosebumps books and collects them for his future children
The whole crew went to go see Space Jam expecting it to be really dumb and dopey
Everyone left with their lives changed
Forced Steve and Lucas to teach him basketball
It went exactly how you'd expect it go
Fell asleep watching Titanic at movie night
Freaked TFFF out when he got high and watched the Truman Show
Then let his fear subside and would make jokes
"Steve, move out of the way, you're blocking my good angle" *is staring at a plant pot*
Wants smoke with the Chucky doll
Tried growing out a small beard towards the end of the decade
Didn't really feel it, will try again in his 40s
Rockstar!Eddie bought Wayne a house in '95
Made sure the kitchen had lots of cupboard space
Eddie didn't cry until he was leaving after moving Wayne in
Wayne didn't cry until he started putting up picture frames of Eddie through out the years
Mechanic!Eddie saved up for a house for the two of them to rent
Either version Eddie got Wayne a black labrador
Wayne was your typical "I don't need a dog to worry about, messing up my furniture" type of man
They're attached at the hip after one day
"This Green Day isn't half bad"
Despite knowing that it isn't his first actual drink, Eddie is psyched to take Dustin out for his 21st birthday, just the two of them
Steve tracks them down, upset he wasn't the one to buy Dustin his first drink
Dustin doesn't even care as long as he isn't the one paying
This would be the decade that Eddie properly settles down with someone
Gets married early in the decade
Decides to have kids towards the end of the decade/early 00s
I'm gonna cap it here ^_^
#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#stranger things#st4#eddie munson headcanons#90s eddie munson#rockstar!eddie#mechanic!eddie
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Tell me abt! MBMW William! MBMW Henry! What are the adults around like!! What are they up to!!
Also! Freddy! What was his life like before becoming a parent? What prompted him to make the decision to have children? Does he have other family or friends that haven't been shown?
Also. If Vanessa and Michael were in a fight. What methods would they use, who would win, and how close would it be?
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MBMW William is,, yeah. He's physically never around, which isn't a product of my characterization of William so much as a product of me not knowing how to write him at first and not wanting him to get in the way of the drama between the Afton Kids, but whatever.
He actively tries to avoid being home, partly because he's annoyed by all the expectations his children have of him (expectations like, um, being a good father) and by all the needs they have. It's exhausting knowing that people expect things from you even if you have no desire to try fulfiling those expectations. And additionally, his mood tends to be sour at when at home because he has high expectations for his children that they can never fulfil in his eyes. Not completely.
He believes his children should be self-sufficient, unburdensome, quiet, obedient, loyal, eager to help him fulfil his goals. But even when his children display these qualities, he finds some flaw to tear them down with. Michael’s frustration with William and Elizabeth's clinginess are annoying to him. Evan, meanwhile, just sorta fades into the background most of the time; in the past Evan’s constant crying was an annoyance, but by now Evan has started crying silently and William doesn't bring his kids with him out in public all that much so it's not as much of an embarrassment anymore. Evan isn't the ideal kid, ofc; he's Weird, but at least his quietness and fear of others is a better level of weirdness then, say, Liz and Mike acting out all the time and Liz being so clingy. If it weren't for William’s experimenting on his kids, he'd forget Evan even exists at all, I think. Evan has learned by now (from experience and from watching his siblings) that it's best not to try reaching out to William.
Most of William’s time is spent in business meetings, dealing with business crises, designing animatronics and death traps, finding dirt on his higher up employees he can use for blackmail, forming contingency plans for contingency plans, forming "connections" and putting on shows he can use to further his family-man image, and casing Fredbear locations as he picks out the next crime scene and victim.
William’s a busy man. Especially now, with all the whispers about his company after the Bite, with Henry going awol after Charlie’s death, with his children ever so slowly growing closer (and therefore harder to control; it's more difficult to predict what they will get up to without them defaulting to trying to tear out each others throats), and with Gregory getting more and more bold.
There are some aspects of his job that he enjoys; the business angle gives him the opportunity to be cut-throat and aggressive with other adults in ways he can't get anywhere else. Getting his own way and being in charge of decision making is empowering.
There are some aspects he hates as well. Deep down, he hates sharing the glory with Henry. William usually leaves Henry in charge of buttering up potential business partners because William loathes to be the one doing any "ass-kissing," (lack of control + it's reminiscent of childhood trauma) but sometimes William has to be the one doing that, either because Henry is too soft-willed in William’s mind to deal with certain people/companies without them walking all over Henry or because Henry is just too busy. The times when William has to do some ass-kissing to keep his business afloat, when business deals go wrong, and when people question his authority and his image are often the times when William is the roughest with his kids. And with his murders.
The times he spends at home, he's mostly locked away in his room/office/the garage. The kids survive his worst days by trying not to break the routine of daily life that he sets for them. Liz chipperly asks him how his day was like she always does; they all have to listen to him where he slumps on the couch ranting about work things they don't understand as they try to balance doing chores with paying enough attention to what he says. He asks them about their days, sometimes, but the only answer he wants is either an "i was good, i got good grades and i behaved" or an admission of something he can use against them later. He's exhausted when he comes home and uses how hard he works to support the kids as a guilt tripping mechanism. He's emotionally distant and tense, and the kids all have different reactions to the rare times when he tries acting like a normal caring father and making them act like normal caring children.
He doesn't do much outside of work. William has no friends that he hangs out with outside of work, especially now that Henry is out of the picture.
And, speaking of Henry. He's "out of the picture" but he's not dead or anything. He just did not handle Charlie’s death very well at all. It's been two years since then and he's still withdrawing from everyone he loves; he insists that he's "fine" but everyone who knows him knows that he isn't. He drifts between Fredbear locations both in and out of the state like a ghost; he obsessively checks safety regulations at each one and tries to design and install new security measures like mad, and he's blind to whether these "security measures" are good (like coming up with stamps and coding devices so employees know which children came in with which parents, to avoid kidnapping situations) and which ideas are bad (your scene in Blips when Henry tells kids about the spare keys he keeps hidden around is the inspiration for this particular detail).
He's constantly with the kids at the Fredbear locations he goes to, trying to keep them happy and safe as a coping mechanism for his guilt over Charlie’s death. His wife divorced him years before Charlie died, and Henry drifts around from place to place without telling any of his friends where he's going or that he's leaving at all, so it's difficult for anyone to know where he is or to reach out to him and encourage him to stop and take care of himself. William has to pick up the slack from Henry neglecting his duties as co-head of the company. Henry wasn't always this bad, but things have been getting worse and worse, and I'm sure that by now William is actively trying to cut Henry out of the company, or else he has already succeeded in knocking Henry to a lower ranking position.
Henry is normally a kind-hearted, warm and jolly man. This persona does come out still when he's with the kids at Fredbear's, but by the time MBMW takes place, he's known for the anger and the ferocity with which he will cut you out of his life and burn you to the ground if you challenge his goals (his goals being little more than delusions about making up for not being there for his daughter now). William tried being "supportive" at first, but it didn't take long for him to get bored with Henry's irrationality rather than enjoying it; he tried getting Henry to stop and Be Normal again (maybe leading the company alone wasn't as easy as Will thought) and by now Henry has actively cut William out just like so many of his other friends and family.
Or, it could be interesting if Henry is actually past this point some time after BCOH. Henry starts getting a grip, gets some therapy, and starts letting people back into his life, including one slippery and manipulative William as well as his other friends and family. Henry would have fallen even further into his "William is a good friend and a good person" delusion than ever before, perhaps in part because he's already "wronged" William when William was just trying to "watch out for him" by discouraging him from letting Charlie’s death take over his life like all his other friends warned him about (and he leans further in because he's lost Charlie and is scared of losing anyone else he cares about). So even if the Afton children come to him for help after BCOH, Henry still does nothing.
Either way could work, but Henry hasn't meant much to the story so far and I don't have any current plans to write him in, so there's not much reason for me to settle on a single idea.
Moving on:
Frebby is complicated ig. The story that inspired MBMW is by Star_Going_Supernova on ao3, called Blood of the Covenant. That story, with the same premise of "Gregory and his sister Vanessa are being raised by Freddy and are friends with Evan" (highly recommend reading that story, btw) made me question: what would it look like if the Bite of 83 still happened despite Gregory and the Fazbears' presence?
Star_Going_Supernova has not just Freddy but all of the glamrock animatronics from security breach (tho Freddy and Bonnie are the parents of the household and they're the ones given most of the screentime; the others are extended family). When I made the decision to turn MBMW from a one-shot to an extended au, I liked the idea of having all of the glamrocks (except Bonnie and Chica, I suppose, since those are still animatronics in my au) be humans and part of Freddy's friends and family, but I didn't want to encroach upon Star's story.
Maybe I will write some of them into the story eventually, though, now that my au is developed enough to not be a carbon copy of Star's, because I do like the idea of the glams being there. I would have to figure out what to do about Glam Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy, though; whether to keep the characters and give them new names or scrap them entirely.
Freddy is a writer and performer of children's songs for cartoons, and I think he's an aspiring voice actor as well. If DJ Music Man is a human character in the story, then MM might be what got Freddy into it; either MM had connections in the industry or just encouraged/inspired Freddy to go for it. I think it bothers Freddy, sometimes, that the kids he's so passionate about don't really know his name as the song writer behind the songs for their favorite episodes and shows, but for the most part Freddy just likes making good music that makes kids happy.
When Gregory first found out what Freddy’s job was, and later when Evan first found out, both of the boys likely freaked when they realized Freddy has made some of their favorite songs. Freddy might even have worked on some songs for the tv show Fredbear and Friends. Gregory and Evan’s excitment and awe definitely helps him through that tidbit about him being bothered for the lack of recognition he gets in his field.
This ask made me realize that, yk, Freddy is an actual human being and he would have been an actual little kid at one point and he probably had parents... which. Weird. Really weird.
Obviously the animatronic Freddy was made by Henry and William, so I think it'd be neat to have MBMW Freddy's parents be loosely based off of Henry and William’s dynamic. Maybe Freddy grew up with one abusive parent and another parent who was almost maliciously, purposely ignorant to the abuse Freddy faced. Freddy growing up surrounded by adults who knew something was wrong but did nothing about it makes Freddy passionate to be there for Gregory and Vanessa and then for Evan-- and it makes it hurt so much worse that no matter what he tries, he can't get any authorities to believe him about his suspicions of child abuse in the Afton household. Even the biggest red flag of all-- the Bite-- is something that William weasels his way out of, and-- well, this is getting into spoiler territory for the next chapter of Funtimes, so... ah... yeah. I'll stop talking.
But basically, Freddy has tried doing things to get Evan and the other Afton kids help (it'd be out of character if he didn't), but for one reason or another (not having any evidence, William manipulating authorities, abuse not being as big a deal in the 80s, take your pick), nothing Freddy has tried has worked. Whether or not this is realistic doesn't matter; fact of the matter is, I just wouldn't have a story if Freddy’s attempts had worked. Or rather, I would have a vastly different version of the story. But I like the version of the story as it is, so Willy unfortunately just has Plot Armor to protect him for now.
There's not really a Big Story for how Freddy ended up adopting Vanessa and Gregory. In my head, I thought it would be funny if he just found them squatting in an abandoned building one day and was like well I guess I'm taking you home now!
Ness and Gregory were bouncing around in foster care for a while after they were both rendered parentless. They faced some traumatic stuff in the foster care system before Vanessa finally had enough. Either the foster home they were in was way too abusive or there was talk about separating the two of them into different foster homes, so 15-year-old Vanessa takes 7-8 year old Gregory and just bolts. She'd rather risk trying to survive on their own then the hell they came from. That's when Freddy finds them somewhere and ends up adopting them. It was a big decision, but these kids were desperate. A lot like him, when he was younger, so in a way... the decision was already made the moment he saw them.
And as for Vanessa and Mike,,
Maybe this is a controversial take, but I get "couldn’t actually fight to save his life" vibes from young Mike.
Most of his experience with violence comes from having to learn how to take being hit, thanks to William. With William, he's never actually been in a position where physically fighting back is an option. Even when Mike gets violent with Evan-- and yeah, in the au he not only psychologically and emotionally torments Evan but physically hurts Evan, too-- it's done because he knows Evan is too weak and gentle to fight back.
Mike talks rough, but he doesn't know a single thing about how to defend himself. He gets some pointers when he's with his friends (the fnaf 4 bullies) as they rough house together, torment younger kids, and play jokes on their peers who reject them. But for Mike at least, trying to fight against someone who actually has power over him (unlike Ev) and actually wants to if not deal him real damage then at least wants to incapacitate him (unlike the times he plays rough with his friends)? Young Mike doesn't stand a chance.
He'd be eager at first, managing to get in the first hit (very, very clumsy punches, maybe trying to imitate moves he makes with his friends or that he's seen wrestlers do on tv or on the school team), but an opponent like Vanessa would get the best of him very very quickly.
Vanessa already has the advantage in the fight because she's several years older and is taller; Vanessa herself is a couple inches taller than is average for her age.
Vanessa had a hard time adjusting when Freddy adopted them; she had been burned by foster parents in the past and didn't see any reason to trust that Freddy wouldn't do the same. I can see Freddy signing her up for self defense classes to help her feel strong enough to keep herself and Gregory safe.
Either way, I think that while Vanessa has the means and opportunity to instantly KO Mike, she wouldn't. She would purposely keep him in action. She stalks around him and forces him to constantly move to catch up to her and face her. She lets him keep swinging at her; most of these swings are misses or don't hurt all that much (both from her dodging and Mike having bad aim), but she lets Mike get enough hits in to keep his hopes and ego up so he'll keep coming at her and wearing himself out. Once he's exhausted himself, she moves in for the kill.
Well, not for the KILL, of course. For the most part she just wants to scare him; maybe she knocks him down and twists his arm behind his back until he cries before getting up and walking away; Mike gets away with scrapes and bruises and maybe a black eye, and he's sore for a few days but that's it.
But if she was REALLY pissed, like if she saw Mike hurt Gregory or Evan or even Liz really badly, I can see her losing control and Mike coming out of it with one or more broken limbs, maybe she breaks his nose too.
#General vibes for the ages of the adults:#Freddy- late 30s to early 40s#Henry- late 40s#Will- early to mid 50s#Like mike i myself know nothing abt fighting so i can't really answer ur question#But I'll say that while star going supernova makes a big point to say that the fazbears don't hold resentment over#Mike for the way he treated evan the Fazbears so hold resentment in my au. They're mature about it (esp freddy) but he Bothers them#I'm also thinking that while they have reservations about the way liz treated/treats evan#She's a bit younger so they go the smallest bit easier on her. And they'd especially go#Easier on her if she really was forgotten and left behind in the chaos of the Bite#But by go easier on her i mean like. The same level of 'go easy on' that freddy does in ch1 of mbmw with mike#Like they're not excusing her actions and they're directly like 'yeah this is a direct result#Of what you did and you need to understand that' but they're also like. Ur a traumatized kid so it's#Understandable if ur a bit fuckrd up.#A nest torn empty#My brother my wound#This is a good ask thank you#evan afton support center#tw child abuse#Tw child death
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i totally get if you don't want to talk about it anymore, feel free to delete this if that's the case! but i saw your posts about the st poll thing and i just wanna say that i totally get how you're feeling. i made a few joking posts about it and ended up having some severe anxiety because i thought some crazy people would send me some very unkind things or something :")
i truly don't understand why, when it comes to steve harrington, there will always be a part of this fanbase who will immediately dismiss you. for instance the part of the fandom that does scene analysis and stuff here on tumblr really intrigues me! and i thought of joining it a few times and making a few posts but if you aren't like. 100% dedicated to either byler or something else that they like then you just kind of are seen as a joke. i'm the kind of person who really likes theories and analysis but also really enjoys silly things, and there's like. no room for that with them? idk i think maybe i'm gettinga bit off topic so sorry for that but genuinely i don't understand why we can't just have a favorite character without being attacked senselessly. this whole ordeal has left a major bad taste in my mouth as well :/
It’s cool - I’ll talk about it as I’ve calmed down now a little bit m lol. Also it’s so funny how I was literally on your blog as I got your notification.
Yeah ngl when I also posted that stuff I felt nervous too honestly but also I was just in a little rage mood so that helped into wanting to post it. Also I hope no one sent you anything bad about the posts you made about it.
Yes yes yes! It’s insane to me how it’s always Steve that people will just dismiss you because you like him or just say the most hateful shit. Also like I love all the characters but just post more about Steve which is ironic that these people are doing this considering that some of their blogs talk about mainly their fav characters while they like other characters. And yes yes yes about the analysis stuff like all of the other blogs seem to have a pattern of just being ride or die for some other stuff and like they do intrigue me of the theories and stuff. But somehow they’re the ones who always just end up dissing Steve or people who like him and the majority of them are like heavy byler blogs. So despite it also intriguing me their side of the fandom: it also just like wants me to get away from them. So I totally get what you mean about all of this.
And same like it’s totally normal to want the theories and analysis but also have the silly stuff. Having that balance is perfectly normal and don’t feel bad for going off topic. And yeah same like I genuinely don’t understand what’s so bad about liking Steve that people will attack others for it. idk what they even get out of it at this point. Like it’s not a good look on people and it’s just going to make others have a grudge against them so I honestly don’t even understand what they’re trying to do now. And same yeah it’s just left a whole bad taste in my mouth too because like it was a stupid poll. Hell a poll that other people who don’t watch st could have seen and just picked a character because they were familiar with it or just their finger slipped and they didn’t want to pick who they wanted (I accidentally did this on the poll cuz I thought Steve was the first option so I accidentally hit Mike 💀) . Like just because an option is winning a poll in fandom stuff it doesn’t actually mean much like I said people who don’t know anything about st could have just choosen one that they were most familiar with. A poll doesn’t just stay within a fandom just like a post that’s about a fandom with the characters sometimes doesn’t stay in only the fandom space. It’s just wild to me how this was the only poll that actually had drama like all of the other polls had the word protagonist and no one was going crazy about it at all. But suddenly cuz you add Steve to the mix these people want to create drama like hello hes a main character as this is an ensemble show and he’s literally been on all the posters except for season 1 because he was considered a side character then but now in season 4 he is not a side character at all. Hell even in season 2 he wasn’t considered a side character and was pretty important to the plot. Lol this was a long rant cuz j have a lot to say about it so I’ll shut up now before I go on an even longer rant.
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why one of my favorite Will lines is "I'm not...gonna fall in love."
In season 3 episode 1, Jonathan comes out of his room with a lipstick stain on his cheek, so Joyce wipes it off with her thumb. the following conversation ensues.
will: gross.
joyce: I don't think you're gonna think it's gross when you fall in love.
will: I'm not...gonna fall in love.
"I'm not...gonna fall in love."
notice the ellipses. the 3 dots. the pause.
initially, I didn't think much about it, but then when you realize where he pauses, it changes the meaning of what he's saying.
will pauses before saying he's not going to, showing that he already likes someone and that he could, fall in love with them, but that he doesn't want to, and is going to try not to (but we all know that's not quite possible, and simply untrue).
also, why would they add this in here? they could have just left it at will saying "gross" and joyce's slight chuckle and smile, but they didn't (thus proving that they do put in things that they want us to pick up on, given who the show has played out since).
from that line on, throughout season 3 we watch Will fall in love.
it starts with the movie theater, which is actually before Will says that he's not going to fall in love, which makes it even more interesting, because he and Mike are sitting a row behind Max and Lucas, and yet they seem to be in their own world moments after handing them their snacks and drinks that Will hid in his backpack. we're also shown in this scene that mike and will are both blushing— hard.
the next point is when Will calles Mike and El's relationship gross, just like he did with jancy (but he didn't have a problem with lumax or duzie? okay...) it shows that he has some disdain for romantic relationships, or rather ones where the people in it are always all up on and around each other.
as soon as El dumps Mike, Will looks away. he looks shocked, yes, and surprised, too, but not in the same ways as Mike and Lucas.
the infamous "a day...free of girls!"...but why? fact is, Will is still friends with Max and El...?
season 3 episode 3, we all knew this was coming and we all know what I'm about to refer to. quoting from memory:
I said forget it, Mike, okay? I'm going home! *pushes past Lucas and goes upstairs and outside, Mike following right behind him.*
*Will voice* Will, come on! You can't leave, it's raining. Listen, I said I was sorry, alright? It's a cool campaign, it's really cool, we're just...not in the mood right now.
Yeah, Mike! That's the problem! You guys are never in the mood anymore. You're ruining our party.
*Will voice no longer there* That's not true!
Really? Where's Dustin right now? See? You don't know and you don't even care and obviously he doesn't either and I don't blame him. You're destroying everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?
El's not stupid! It's not my fault you don't like girls!
*Will looks hurt and betrayed.*
*Will voice fading in and out* I'm not trying to be a jerk, okay? But we're not kids anymore. I mean what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That were gonna just sit in my basement and play games for the rest of our lives?
Yeah. I guess I did. I really did. *gets on bike and pedals away.*
Will! Will! Will, come on!
Will goes to Castle Byers in the pouring rain to hid and to get away, but with how it's decorated, everything is reminding him of Mike/the Party. he then proceeds to call him/it (Will? Mike? his feelings? dnd? life itself?) stupid and destroys Castle Byers.
despite Mike not having yet apologized for their fight, Will is still so quickly to follow his lead.
Mike is the first person Will tells when the Mind flayer is activated, but shouldn't he be telling everyone? he quietly says it to Mike, the two of them once again caught in their own little world, clear that there's some deeper level of understanding between them, but everyone else around them knows about Will's true sight and that he can feel the Mind Flayer, so why isn't he telling everyone?
at the cabin when Mike says "I love her and I can't lose her again!" Will looks down/away, and the script even says that Will looks down, embarrassed/awkwardly, yet another thing that we were supposed to pick up on in regards to Will falling in love with Mike.
at the store Will was sitting so close to Mike he was practically on top of him...why? (their lack of personal space makes me want to scream because fact is, there was no need for them to be that close to each other in that scene, at all).
"what if you want to join another party?"/"not possible."
Mike and Will hugged twice at the end of season 3, the first time smiling, the second time sobbing and Will not wanting to let go (neither of them wanting to, but that's not the point). Will literally let his fingers hang onto Mike and linger as long as possible and let go of Mike as slow as possible (and he cried the most here out of the entire season, even with all the other hugs and goodbyes).
clearly, at this point, Will has fallen in love. season 4 is just confirmation of that (something I get into in a similar thread on my twitter, under my pinned).
but then it begs the question: why?
They could have made Will gay without ever even suggesting he liked Mike, but the season 2 script tells us they've been planning this at least that long (if not since the beginning).
"but if mlvn is canon"
truth: tv shows split up couples all the time (even one's that have been developing through multiple seasons).
does that mean they're going to do that here? no, but could they? yes.
it all comes down to the fact that both have been built up since the beginning, so it's unfair to say that "this one will be endgame because in season 1 blah blah blah."
BUT
some things with the Will/Mike storyline if byler didn't end up being canonized:
like, what does Will gain from being rejected? we've just finished the second to last season, and they're not going to throw some random love interest in for Will in season 5. in fact, they've confirmed this by saying they won't be adding in any new characters and that they're going to complete this journey with Will.
besides, Mike is the only character we have ever seen Will have romantic feelings for. it would be unfair to not have given Will even the smallest bit of happiness within his love life as they have with literally everyone else.
but in any case, that's not the point. the point is that, despite what he said a full 3 years ago now, Will did, in fact, fall in love.
#I pulled this from my twitter so if you've seen it before that's why#honestly this is reminding me of how long it takes for me to transfer my fics#but none of that is really imporant#tag time ig#will byers#byler analysis#will is gay#byler#stranger things#stranger things 3#show analysis#analysis
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I swear some people lack even a modicum of emotional intelligence. There's a reddit thread saying Will was at fault for not reaching out (normal and valid opinion), and I said that the last time he did, they mocked him for still liking DnD. This was the reply (not from OP) that I got:
I'll copy my answer here, because I think it's important to understand their fight better:
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That's exactly how Mike or Lucas would describe the situation if they posted on /r/amitheasshole and wanted everyone to validate them and agree with them.
1. It's clear that the issue wasn't about Will wanting to play that single DnD campaign. The context was that Mike had been ditching his friends to go make out with El for a long time now. We heard it from many characters, including Lucas himself, not just Will.
2.
Will wakes Mike and Lucas early in the morning to spring a D&D game on them.
Which implies they had a sleepover at Mike's, right? The three of them. And I assume all they did was talk about their breakups with El and Max respectively, while Will was just ... there, probably wondering if they could be their old selves for at least a day.
Although they aren’t enthusiastic, they agree to play.
Ding ding ding!!! Here's mistake #1. Either play enthusiastically, or use your words and say "Will, our girlfriends just broke up with us, we're trying to get them back, and we're not in the mood to play DnD". It would still have led to an argument ("and when you get them back you'll ditch me again"), but it would've been a smaller, more open and solvable one.
Will protests that the Khuisar tribe still needs their help. Mike proposes a course of action that will save the Khuisar and end the campaign. Lucas agrees.
Yes, mockingly. The campaign lasted for long, but that is standard for their DnD campaigns. Doing this was worse than just not playing (and explaining to him why). This is the part where the OP in the AITA post says "I was totally calm and offered a fair solution based on facts and logic and the other person went crazy for no reason 🤷🏻♀️" when they know good and well there was a damn good reason.
When they see that Will is upset, Mike offers to finish the campaign “for real” and Lucas concurs. Will refuses and leaves.
They offer that just to appease him, not because they really want to keep playing. Will refuses and leaves because he's not an idiot and sees that the offer isn't sincere. You know the meme that women say "I don't want you to do the dishes, I want you to want to do the dishes"? That's what we mean. Will wanted them to enjoy their friendship together like they did before, for at least one day. Not to force them to play for his benefit.
In the course of their confrontation, where Will accuses Mike of destroying the Party and refers to El as “some stupid girl”
And Will was right that Mike was destroying the Party.
and Mike counters that it’s not his fault Will doesn’t like girls, Mike asks if he thought that they’d never get girlfriends and would play games in his basement for the rest of their lives.
Translation: "I'M NOT GAY WILL!!! Also I outgrew you and my concerns are more important than yours".
This hurt Will's feelings so bad that it shattered his whole childhood (really, that's literally in the script: "his childhood, gone."), he was so hurt that he destroyed his safe haven with the baseball bat that his abusive dad gave him. That's the sort of thing that will come up in therapy for the rest of Will's life, and it never got resolved.
Lucas apologises for his lack of interest in Will’s D&D campaign, calling it really cool.
When they're too busy with the monster thing, so Will says it's not important anymore. Not because it really isn't, but because the supernatural crept in again. And yet again, it rings hollow.
When Will adds his D&D manual to the box to be donated to Erica, Mike asks if he’s sure, and points out that he might want to join another Party. Will says that that won’t happen.
It's a beautiful moment and it solves the surface problem, but (as we see in season 4) the damage is already done. This is putting a band-aid on a festering wound. They're back to being friends and he's not mad about the DnD thing specifically, but it's no longer the same. Now, besides the caution that comes with being in love with Mike and not wanting to come off too strong or reveal his true feelings, now he has also the nagging thought on the back of his head that maybe he's not that important to Mike, or that he's a bother or a nuisance to him. Their relationship can't be fully repaired until that issue is actually and meaningfully addressed, which it hasn't been as of now.
None of the characters make fun of Will for liking D&D.
Maybe "make fun of" is the wrong expression. They belittle him and act condescendingly to him for it.
Having priorities other than D&D doesn’t mean that Mike, Dustin and Lucas no longer like the game, or that they look down on Will for enjoying it.
But that's now it came off. There's no other way to interpret Mike's words during their fight in the rain.
We see in Season 4 that with El thousands of miles away, Lucas and Max broken up, and no Russian spies for Dustin to chase down, the three of them join Hellfire Club.
1. Maybe not as far as Will knows (only a couple of calls), and 2. That makes it worse. From Will's POV, it looks like they called him childish (at the ripe old age of 13 years old) for still liking DnD, only to turn around and join a DnD club the second he's gone. That's gotta hurt.
I'm not saying Mike or Lucas are evil or anything, I'm just shedding light on why it's understandable that Will didn't reach out and instead waited to see if Mike still wanted to be best friends with him. And the next time he sees him, Mike acts like a dick to him at the airport giving him a bullshit No Homo shoulder tap and being awkward about the painting, basically confirming that it's true that he's "not interested in anything I have to say".
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I think Will and Mike still need to address this in Season 5 in order to heal. And of course, and we Byler's know, to be together.
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Thunder Struck
Life to Eddie was weird; he was still in school; he was still around people he never thought he would be around. The same people last year that looked at him weird; still do minus one. And he wonders if one person is all he needs to keep him sane.
Eddie X OFC (Pining at Steven Harrington but blast from the past. Light mentions of Billy. Why Eddie Munson, pining more or less Eddie Munson)
Hawkins was always a weird place. Your first year here, you moved as a new comer with a single mom. I was instantly different from everyone else, but it didn’t matter. You instantly got a job as a baby sitter for the Wheelers and made some friends in school. made the girls' swim team; had an insane crush on Steve, but then things got weird.
It's so weird.
Eleven, the upside-down, and everything else you could imagine. All of a sudden, your normal life was twisted. Seeing Billy die and Hopper gone, it’s even more weird.
“You know, Mike, you don’t need a baby sitter.” You said back to him, eating ice cream, sitting in the backyard in a bikini. “You’re about to be in the ninth grade.”
“I know, but my mom said Nancy won't watch us and we are going to do a DND campaign. And it’s not the same without Will. Can’t you help? ”
“Me? I barely knew my ass to my elbow in that game. ”
"Yeah, but Dustin will help.” He was staring at you with those puppy eyes. "Please, Esmeralda.”
You sighed deeply before rolling your eyes. “Fine! But I’m too old for this shit. I’m going to be a senior. ”
“I know, I know. Thank you. Thank you.” You smiled at him; you were always happy to make time for Mike. He was like your own little brother, and you always treated him as such. You did with all of them. Even Max, even though she’s been kind of pushing everyone away, but you get it, her brother did die and not a normal death. Life moved on like no one cared about the “mall fire” anymore, and sometimes even you wondered if it was normal how society just forgot about it and moved on.
As summer went on, you learned more about DND than ever, which Nancy was confused as to why you bothered, but you waved her off. You were getting better at drums, which your mother, bless your mother, was happy about, as was Robin. Steve, on the other hand, was still wrapped up in every girl he met. It's just your typical normal Hawkins summer.
“Since you’ve been such a good kid this summer, especially after everything, you're still hanging out with the Wheeler kid.”
“Mike is awesome, mom. Also, him and his sister don’t get along too well, so... I’m kind of stepping into that role. ”
Your mother ignored you; your mother, Rosa, was a free spirit. She lived by her own design and didn’t give you too many rules. She said you needed to spread those wings, which you never understood because you weren’t a shy child, but you chose to go along with her moods. Rosa was a 5'1", sun-kissed, wildly curly-haired latina who wore bangles up and down her arms while listening to Cher on repeat.
“I dig that. Very thoughtful of you, Ezzy.” She said, "Smile back at you as she smoked her cigarette." But with that being said, I thought, why not give me and my sweet, loving child a surprise?”
“What do you mean?” You asked, eyes wide with curiosity and anxiety.
Your mother has been known to give you surprises you didn’t care for. She once gave you a gold fish, but by the time you got it, it was dead; she was deeply sorry, but then gave you a speech about life and death.
“Come on, follow me, don’t be a square.” "She said with a laugh as you rolled your eyes."
You followed your mother's long flowing skirt out of the house, as you peered over her, as you could see how you were 5’4. You gasped loudly to see an old Chevy. It didn’t look in good shape, but you didn’t care as you squealed running towards it. No more bike rides all over town; you liked the idea of being able to get somewhere in five minutes rather than 20 to 30.
“Mom! How did you do it? ” "You said back to her as she smiled over to you."
“My dear Esmeralda," I could tell you the story or you can enjoy the car. ” She smiled and you knew there was a story, but you didn’t want to know. But tomorrow is a school night and I may not have rules for much, but sleep? It is important for your body and health, so go to bed. ”
“Mom... it's seven o'clock.”
“Exactly.” She said over to you, turning you around to go back to the house. “You need to take a shower, get ready, be in bed, journal, or whatever it is you do to rest your mind, so you can have a good night’s rest.”
You shook your head as she kept pushing you further and further away from the car. You pouted as you watched your car disappear as you went into the house. You groaned but listened to your mother; she’s right, she didn’t ask for much, but when she did, you followed her orders.
In the morning, you were excited to be at school; you couldn’t wait to show off your car. You quickly came down the stairs as your mom raised an eyebrow.
“Not that I care about school rules, but you’re allowed to wear a crop top?”
“Uh, I’m wearing a denim jacket?” You said it back to her with a shoulder shrug as she scrunched her face at you.
“I am not bringing you clothes.” She said it back with a laugh and a head shake as you shrugged your shoulders. “See yah, kid.”
“Bye mom!”
You never jumped into a car so fast as you peeled out and instantly drove to pick up Robin. When Robin saw your car, she instantly gasped and ran towards it.
“Did you hot wire a car?” She said, looking over at you before you peeled off.
“No, what the fuck? What am I, Munson? ” You said it as a joke, and you both laughed.
You knew it wasn’t nice to mention anything about crime and Munson but you were only kidding. Munson, as you know, was a guy who kind of hung out with his own friends. He’s in some weird group you figured was his band, but you never really had interaction with Eddie; just a lunch room you shared really. You hung out with your own friends, which were Robin and Steve. Also, last year was kinda hectic and you didn’t have time for anyone else to be around you or your life.
"Robin, you know you should ask her out.” You said it with a smile. “I mean, I’ll beat her up if she tries anything.”
“Ezzy!” She laughed while rolling her eyes. “No, what? She’s totally straight. ”
“And what does Steven say?” Robin rolled her eyes back at you before sulking.
“He said she likes girls.”
“Okay, and when has Steven been wrong?” As soon as the words left your mouth, instantly, both of you started laughing. “I mean about that.”
“He was wrong about you.” She said as you shrugged your shoulders back to her.
“I’m not Nancy, and it’s fine that the ship has sailed.” Your focus was on the parking spot that was next to a large van. You didn’t question it since it was school parking lot; probably a drug dealer.
“So Billy had it right and Steven didn’t.” Robin said to you, causing a scoff to come out of your mouth.
“Billy was obsessed with one thing only, and I didn’t even like him.” You slammed the door shut as you stared over at the school. “You think this year is going to be different?”
Robin looked at the school with you as she sighed deeply before putting her arm around you. You smiled gently at her as you both walked towards school with half of your core group missing. It left an ache in your chest, but you simply ignored it. If not, you would fall into a dark place, and you couldn’t have that. You turn your head around to look back at your car as you see Eddie pop out of the car next to you. You saw the smoke puffing out, causing you to shake your head as a soft smile graced your face. As you watched Eddie shake his hair wildly, he stopped just in time to see you looking at him. He stopped to look back at you, catching your eye. You felt a sudden jolt go up your back, almost as if you had been shocked, almost woken up from a dream.
Eddie Munson He looked at you with a smile on his own face and a slight pink in his cheeks. He nodded his head to you as you winked and turned back to look at the school.
Maybe this year will be different after all.
Eddie heard you before he saw you; your voice rang out, snatching up his attention. Of course he knew about you, as did the majority of the nerds.Eddie wasn’t a nerd. He was a metalhead, and he knew about you. Attracting your attention; at first, everyone wanted to know her because she was new, but once she didn't fit in with a clique and just talked to everyone, you knew she was cool.Then you saw her crush on Steve Harrington, and you knew you never had a chance. Once a girl had a crush on Steve, he was no longer available, because you and Steve were nothing alike. She joined the swim team, and you knew for sure she was officially off limits. Sport chicks, and you were a no-go. So you pined from afar, and sure, there were plenty of other girls in Hawkins. But when Billy came along and followed Esmeralda, you knew she wouldn’t want you at all.
You would watch her at the pool; you know, it's kind of creepy, but you couldn’t help it. You know, Eddie Munson had a crush on a girl who was unattainable. She had such long legs that you would watch under the shade as she watched everyone else. She had to be good at swimming if she was a life guard. You thought this as she sat on her tower, looking like a sun-kissed goddess, her hair down at times and ringlets curling around her face.making her look even more divine and stunning; and other times, her hair back with gloss on the lips, making her full lips even fuller.The bathing suit was a tight one-piece and the red looked so good on her skin. It was enough to drive you mad. She didn’t even know what she did to you, as her eyes were hidden behind shades.
Sometimes you would hear her sing some Rolling Stones and think it was weird because she seemed like a Madonna girl, but you listened to her voice; a little hoarse, almost had a smoky feel, and it caused goose bumps on your skin.
Eddie thought of her day and night, a crush that he knew would go nowhere. So when he saw her parked next to him and heard her laughter and declared she didn’t even like Billy. You wondered if there was a chance even now. You got out of the car when she was further away than right there at your fingertips. You got out of the car a little bit high and nervous. You see, Eddie watched her walk towards the school with Robin by her side. Your gaze shifted from her shoes to her long legs, catching a glimpse of the curve of her ass. Before looking up at her, you bit your lip as you noticed how good her butt was. Her curls were big and wild. He smiled, seeing it; he shook his head to get the image of her body out of his mind. He felt her.
Eddie felt Esmeralda's eyes on him and when he looked back, there was instant eye contact. Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach dropped; her smile remained on her face as you attempted to return it. You saw something flicker in her eyes before she winked.
“Maybe she’s right after all,” Eddie said as he watched her walk into the school. “Maybe this year will be different.”
Chapter 2
#Eddie Munson#stranger things s4#eddie munson x oc#stranger things season four#eddie my beloved#eddie munson st4#eddie stranger things#st4#Stanger things#stranger things netflix#Latina female original character#I’ve already written the middle of chapter two and I know ain’t nobody gonna care cause it doesn’t have smut#lol smut will be coming but damn give it a second#also I’m not a good writer so that’s it as well#shy Eddie Munson#pining Eddie Munson
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