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Trapped | Eddie Munson | Part 8 | 18+

[This isn't a very accurate title anymore but I don't know what else to call it?]

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Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings: One mention of risky public sex, (sorry there's only one smut scene), there's about two total specific sentences that I wrote that I would consider cringey, but when I took them out it didn't have the same bite to it. All of my other chapters were meticulously edited. I barely skimmed this one. Apologies for that.

MINORS DNI

Authors note: I think this is the last smut scene I'll be presenting to you in this story, as we have caught up with canon. If any smut scene in the next Chapter it would be right before Hellfire, and I'm pretty sure I'm placing her in the game, making that the last time they see eachother before Chrissy is killed by Vecna. I just wanted to communicate I had a lot more intentions before catching up to the show, I wanted to establish more of a relationship with his band members, write a scene where Corroded Coffin performs, have far more scenes including Dustin (he's so fun to write), but I fear I was very ambitious as I had a hardcore schooling program in January and will pick it back up in March. I had so much fun writing this story, thank you to anyone has cared about it.

I'm sorry to inform you if you wish for me to change Eddie's ending, I don't think I will, which makes this chapter all the more tragic. It's interesting to write someone talking about their future when you know they won't have one.

My original plot points will cease and I will pick up with the main story line for now on. The only episode that has me remotely stumped is Dear Billy which is the only one Eddie doesn't feature in. I hope to bring the canon story line justice.

The last few days of December were spent filled to the brim with get togethers of in several different combinations of the members. Unbeknownst to you, Mike and Eleven had only had a few hours together alone for the entire holiday, creating a terribly irritable Mike in company leading to her departure. Nancy spent most of the time telling Mike off about his attitude until he let out his frustrations to her, and she was more forgiving.

In fact, she defended the two when berated about being ‘shut-ins’ from the rest of the group. Nancy would’ve loved to have the same problem as him, still frustrated at Johnathan for staying in California when she could hear Joyce encouraging him to go. Yet she extended a courtesy towards him all the same.

Unfortunately, this started a minor ridge in the two of them, Nancy refusing to start an argument during the holiday on the phone but when it hits January figuring it was too late. Isn’t that how resentments start.

In light of the New Year, El taking off back to California, basketball season beginning, exam season picking up, it felt like being thrown headfirst into an ice-cold lake after being at a nice warm campfire. Jarring, and borer-lining on illegal. Illegal might be too much, but why did they put exams after right after holiday?

The night before school had started again, you spent well into the night on the phone with Eddie, soft mumblings, both half a sleep and neither one of you wanting to hang up. What a stupid cliché, something the members of Corroded Coffin would make fun of him for, but Eddie has started to find a nice balance.

Morning of the first day back was riddled with the hustle and bustle of friends bragging about their presents and school announcements of upcoming dates for exams and college applications. You haven’t even started thinking about college, the future almost too much to bear. In the hallway, speaking with Eddie with Garreth, making fun of Josh for a stunt he pulled with his girlfriend that almost cost him their relationship, Ms. Kelley interrupts your conversation graciously.

“Sorry, gentlemen, Y/N. I was heading out of the office and they had asked me to send Eddie down to them,” she says gently, a method she uses her students which most of you find effective.

“Oh, uh. I haven’t-“ Eddie starts, a streak of decent behaviour having miraculously kept him out of the office.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” She says, assuring him.

Eddie sighs, smiling at you and Garreth and trudging off to the office, not given any choice in the matter. “What do you think they want him for?” Garreth asks you, also stunned due to Eddie’s lack of spats with his teachers.

“Not a clue.”

Eddie walks into the front office for the first time since late October, inhaling as a heap of mild anxiety hits him. When he found himself in trouble for most of his highschool career, he instigated it. He would be bored out of his mind, wanting a little pizzazz to his afternoon, so he would get himself sent to the office.

Now, for the first time ever, he was sent when he knew he had done nothing wrong. Scheming to get his girlfriend in the custodian closet with him during the lunch period is not nothing but it’s not like he’s done it yet.

“Oh, hello Edward.” One of the administrators greet him, and he finds himself under the knowledge of what it’s like to walk in the office as a normal student. There were no sneers, no eye rolls upon his entrance into the office. “Take a seat, Principal Higgins will call you in a moment.”

He sits on the opposite side of the delinquent chairs, a group of seats reserved for students who are sent and may have to wait an extended period. Sitting, staring, confuddled by the very moment that he has been brought to. “Edward.” Higgins walks out of his office, gesturing behind him to lead Eddie in. “Come on in.”

The first bell rings, and Eddie could hear one of the administrators start the morning Monday announcements as the office door closed behind him.

“Good morning, thanks for joining me for moment today.” He greets Eddie, and Eddie is sitting awkwardly, unsure how to behave when he wasn’t in any trouble. “I’m sure you’re very curious to why you’re in here, your track record has been exceeding expectations lately.”

He nods silently, clutching onto the arm chairs with both arms, looking around the office he had been in on numerous occasions. His Uncle had joined him once or twice, the talk of suspension, once the talk of an expulsion mentioned that had Wayne chewing him up that very night. It’s been long enough Eddie noticed the changes made in the office, a lighter green curtain that brought some light into it.

“I’ll get right onto it, then.” He fold his hands, in such a principal way. “As you recall, we had a discussion about your academic career and that this is your last chance to graduate here this September.” Eddie nodded, and the memory of Wayne immediately calling to request to be put on night shift flashes. “I had stated you only needed nine credits to complete the full 300 to graduate, meaning 3 classes. Incidentally, the same three classes you have been repeating.”

Eddie nods, and for the first time he’d rather be in class. Might have to do something with you being in his line of sight, but Spanish is turning out to be an interesting subject. “I am afraid I have some bad news.”

“Bad news?” Eddie asks, eyebrow raised and already afraid of what he might hear.

“I’m afraid we missed about 5 credits, the equlivalent of two classes.” Eddie’s face goes hard, his jaw locking. He was pissed, and for good reason. “I can see you didn’t like this news. Good news, one of the extra optional classes we now offer is Music Theory. Because of your good behaviour and increasing grades, we have decided to reward you with that being one of your classes. You passed band with flying colours, and a buddy of mine says your band isn’t too bad, so I figure you’d be okay in that class.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how to take this. He hasn’t been rewarded for anything academically since his youth. “I- thank you.” There wasn’t much he could add on top of this, but he knew he had said enough.

“Of course. Now your second class, there weren’t many options, and I’m sure you don’t need to take another science or math this close to graduating.” Higgins comments, and Eddie is confused when his principal almost starts looking like a normal person. Where’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing?

“I’m okay at math. No complaints there.” Eddie comments, and the sigh Higgins gives him leads to a flux in laughter.

“Edward. Eddie. I’m doing you a favour. One I think would be less antagonizing than World Geography is World Religion. No hellfire to study, but I think you’d find it more interesting.” Was that a joke. Did his principal just make a goddamn joke? About the name of his club? Eddie had to get out of there before the walls started caving in. “Sound good? Only two more classes after exams and I’ll see you on that stage. Right?”

Eddie is stunned, and nods vigorously, one thousand percent agreeing with this plan. He wonders how much differently this conversation would’ve gone had he not put in a goddamn effort. Fuck you.

“Uh. Anything else?” He asks, afraid for the third shoe to drop.

“No, that’ll be all. Keep up the good work, Munson. I look forward to handing you the diploma in May.”

It seems Eddie was dismissed only on social cues, the look of Mr. Higgins now bringing out some paper to peer over his glasses curiously. He slowly raises from the chair, and leaves the office for the first time with no consequences, and yet, it’s the least confident he’s ever felt.

Eddie entered the classroom about ten to fifteen minutes late, and you already had an inkling that the phone call Seniorita received had something to do with it, seeing as he wasn’t even acknowledged. You turned your head back to get a general consensus of his mood. How did it go? What did Higgins have to say? Were you about to have some words with your own principal?

The shrug he gives you mixed with a laughter, shaking his head tells you nothing and at the same time everything. Something happened.

It wasn’t until lunch when you found out after a class with Robin filled with passing notes and a biology class that drives you to later get a hold of Nancy and beg for her magic flashcards that you finally find out why Eddie had gone to the office for.

“So, you’re being rewarded?” You ask, taking a bite from the sandwich you have chosen for the day. “Damn. Must feel weird.”

“It does.” Eddie comments shifting as he snacks from his lunch box tin. “I mean, I’m also being punished because I was supposed to be done this semester and spend next one finding a damn job until I graduated, but more time with her.”

“That’s cute.” Robin, comments, sticking her tongue out at Nancy.

Nancy snickers, working over a few sheets of paper. “Nance? New expose on the realities of hard drinking?” You joke, just wanting to know what she had been working on.

“No, uh working on early admission applications. Me and Johnathan were talking about our plans for after high school and we found a school we both liked the programs for. I will make early admission for sure and I’m helping him write his college essay for it.” You gulp, looking at Eddie. Four months into your relationship, it wasn’t a conversation you had yet. Wasn’t even in your line of thought. Even around Christmas your mom was starting on your ass about looking at places to apply and it was too much to even think about.

Eddie leans into you. “Are you panicking, too?”

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth. “Yes. We haven’t even-”

“We’ll get to it.” That simmers down your own anxieties, but Eddie’s remain flared.

Lunch continues, and eventually Eddie is called to the Hellfire table. He asks if you want to join, but you decline, having a chance to ask Nancy for her flashcards. Work is mundane, not unusual. Steve sits on the counter cross legged, exuberantly helping out the women who walk in as ever. You take note he’s been going on more dates lately, and the have started to become increasingly shallow. Not that you judge, it’s more worry. Whatever Steve was looking for, whatever he had hoped to find, you weren’t sure he was going to find it.

“My love. You have a problem.” You mutter to him after he successfully gets a cute brunette’s phone number.

“Yeah, yeah. All it’ll take is one date and I’ll know. I’ll hop-skip this dopey cursed town with her and...get a damn van for all I care.” Steve mutters the end of his sentence mostly to himself than to you.

“A van?” You peer curiously, leaning on the counter next him as he tucks in the phone number into his vest pocket.

“Yeah. A van. Something stable.”

You squint at him, this new attitude of his being sent at a left field. Why was everyone suddenly so keen on discussing their future?

“What’s on your mind?” Steve asks you, leaning down to talk.

“Not much.” It’s a lie, and it was like you didn’t even attempt to sound genuine.

“She’s lying.” Robin pipes up, entering the front counter area. “I mean, you know that, but our girl has been in thought since lunch.”

“So, spill.” Steve states, as if spilling your guts was so easy.

You sigh, not wanting to get into it. “Suddenly everyone around me is talking about college, leaving town, their future. We haven’t even brought ours up yet, hell we only started saying the word Love last month. I’m not sure how to approach it. Should we be talking about college? Would I go to college, and he works here? Would we move in and shack up and he works where I choose to go? Would he resent for that, moving for me. How am I supposed to ask for his plans without sounding-I don’t know dumb or something.”

It was a load of questions off your chest, all of them having occurred to you after Eddie left the table, staring at him laughing obnoxiously. A boy who was just rewarded for improving behaviour in the office this morning now acting rowdy in the cafeteria. In the middle of your internal freakout Eddie glances over, knowing your common habit is to is leer after him. You don’t mind him catching you, especially when he gives you a saucy little wink in the middle of it like he did. You felt mildly guilty for not telling him about any of it but usually these anxieties need a channel to go through before reaching the source.

“That’s not even the tip of the iceberg.” You manage out, sighing as your head lands in your hands.

“Those are words you probably need to bring up with him, yeah?” Steve asks, pointing out the obvious.

“Almost like she needs someone to vent about it before she does.” Robin comments, pointing out an empathy link that Steve seemed to be missing.

“Well. Say it so, you still need to bring it up with him.” Steve states, and you wanna crawl in a hole from the pure fact that he was right.

It would be a lie to say that you were alone in this thought process. Eddie had been thinking through of the same thing, and Nancy’s mention of applications with your wide eyes had brought forth a looming thought he had middle of November. Maybe looming wouldn’t be the right word, but it sat there, the kind of thought that you’re not ready for so you set it aside for when it comes up.

It came up.

A quiet night while you were at work at the Munson’s, Eddie practising his bass in the living room as Wayne absentmindedly watches a rerun. Doesn’t bother him, he’s used to tuning out the loud music. The less he fights his nephew on, the more it matters when he has something to say. Eddie ends up messing the part he was attempting yet again, grunting in frustration and kicking over the nearest object.

Wayne finally turns down the volume to the tv and looks Eddie directly in the eyes. “Hey. What’s the matter, you’ve been stuck on this part for the last hour and I’ve heard you and your band perform this enough times to know it’s in your regular set list. What gives.”

“Just not happening for me tonight, I guess.” Eddie puts his prized guitar aside, and rubs his eyes tiredly. Maybe he should’ve put a stop when he realized how doomed it was.

“No, that’s not it. When your hands aren’t co-operating it slides right off you like butter. You got some big news today, I’m not sure what that his to do with it. Edward. I don’t judge. Lord knows I’m not in much of a position in life to judge. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“We got to talking about College and shit today, and she just looks at me, all wide-eyed and it occurs to her we haven’t talked about our futures together. I’ve been avoiding it, because, well, the inevitable.”

“Inevitable.” Wayne states, blinking.

“Yeah. That girl has a future much brighter than whatever the fuck I can give her. The moment she realizes what a loser I am outside of this school and how little I’ll be able to provide for her..it’ll destroy the two of us.” Eddie comments, and while Wayne is listening intentionally, he’s uncomfortable with how matter of fact he was stating it. “I figured about a month before graduation I’ll just end it to save us both the heartache.”

Wayne lets it sit in the air, dramatic and final. He gets up to grab a beer in the fridge, grabbing his nephew one as well. As soon as they both had a sip, their eyes on the tv, Wayne reaches out and gives Eddie a good smack on the head.

“Ow, Jesus, Wayne. What the hell?” Eddie complains, rubbing his head.

Wayne takes another sip, wiping his mouth. “That was the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard, Edward. If you have decided for this long that you plan to break up with the girl for her sake, then break up with her! Don’t drag her along, that is unfair to her and to yourself.” Wayne pauses, taking another inhale of his cigarette. “And when you do, after this great speech of leaving her for her own good, which a gain, bullshit, you think she’ll just let you go? No. Be a man, son. Talk to her. Tell her you’re scared, because chances are, so is she.”

Just like that Eddie had is ass handed to him, and he realized about the same time you did there was a conversation needed about where both your heads are in regard to the future.

The next morning students were welcomed with a banner, asking students to recognize and congratulate their new basketball team captain, Jason Carver. You recognized him, didn’t mean you were necessarily going to enjoy doing so. Eddie had some deals to make that morning, backed up from lack of deals some students were able to make during the holiday when they were on vacation. Robin had morning band practise for the frequent prep rallies the band would be playing at, Nancy dealing with putting out fires in the newspaper. You would hang with Hellfire if it didn’t feel so odd without Eddie. Nothing against the club or it’s members, you knew Eddie liked their company for good reason.

It was early in the morning, you’re sat at your cafeteria table, listening to the Walkman you haven’t really used in two and a half years, mind filled to the brim with questions. You had started to write them down, wanting to get the ideas out of your head before approaching it to Eddie. Calm mind, calm conversation. You’d spent a good ten minutes on your list, still plenty of time before the school day started, even some of the teachers not having arrived yet, and your music stops in the middle of a sentence you were writing.

You look up at where you had laid your Walkman, and it’s still playing with no stereo. Your hand goes to the wire connected to your headphones and it leads you to the very mentioned, very infamous Jason Carver is stood at your table, holding the very wire you were looking for. You take off your headphones, flabbergasted at the sheer audacity that Jason must hold in his right pinky. “Hi, Jason. Can I help you.”

“You show up early most days, I figure I’d catch you alone one of these days.” Jason states, as if it’s not the creepiest thing you have heard. Jason has been slowly waiting since the day in October for you so he can corner you, alone.

That is stalker behaviour. When does he get the time? “That is terrifying Jason, and I’ll make sure to pass the news that you are a creep. I’m afraid to ask but what the hell do you want?”

Jason places his hands on his hips and it’s not nearly as charming as when Steve does it. “I wanted to make sure you know who you’re with, Y/N. You are not the type of girl who should be around him, getting involved in his cult, in his drugs, in his bullshit. I-I’m sure the bad boy type is fun for now, but come on. Use that brain of yours. It is not too late. You can still go.”

“Jason.” You attempt to start, and the whole thing is so loaded you barely know where. “I can make my own decision. I know you’re a captain, congrats. Just because you lead a group of sweaty boys on a court doesn’t mean you can be the playmaker out here. I decide who to spend my time with.” You smirk as you start packing, a thought that occurs that you don’t say for Jason’s sake.

“Why are you smiling? I’m trying to help you, here.” Jason seems frustrated, and if he were acting human you’d feel for him.

“You don’t want to know, bud.” You attempt to mend it, and hoping he’ll leave it at that.

“No. Why are you smiling?”

Fine, if he insists. “I was just thinking that maybe there are other girls in the school okay with their left labia being rubbed for thirty second and then asked if they came, which by the way, one of my exes is on your team and did just that. I’d rather someone who makes me squirt all over his bed several times in one night just for the hell of it, oh shit, I’m sorry, was that too much information? I want someone who cares about me, who loves me. So, if he gets a little culty, at least he doesn’t include me on it.” Your bag is packed, you swing it onto your back.

“Carver.” Oh, thank god.

“H-Harrington. How’s it going, man? Haven’t seen you since-”

“Yeah, no. Did you tell her that you have been waiting for a moment to get her alone? You realize how shitty that sounds, right?” Steve asks, having heard the conversation and wanting to give you a moment to stick up for yourself. “Leave her the fuck alone. Be glad I have a better temper than The Freak, because he didn’t get that reputation out of nothing.”

A large sigh of relief escapes your lips as Steve sits down next to you, making sure you were okay. You nod, a little shaken from the prospect of being border-line stalked. “I’m glad you don’t have a Chief Hopper to rat him out to because Hop would’ve had his head in a minute.”

“I’m still considering it.” Steve says, sentence muffled by picking at the skin on his thumb. “Eddie doing deals this morning?” You nod, still lightly shaken. “If it’s mostly jocks I wonder if it’s a coincidence.”

That hadn’t occurred to you, and now you’re more freaked out. Steve was kind enough to stay with you until the halls started filling out more, chatting with you about the brown hair girl who had accepted his offer for a date. He didn’t seem too overly excited about her, but you tended to be worried when he was.

“You okay if I go?” he asks as he gets up from your table, now surrounded by old students.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Well, you might want to mention it to Ed, but. You know. See you around.”

Sometimes, the starts seem to align no matter the chances. The very idea of both of you having discussions around mutual anxieties toward the future and the following day having the time to spend together to discuss seems too perfect. Nothing is ever perfect, and this discussion is about to be far from it.

The entire day at school had Eddie seething, gritted teeth as he suddenly felt dumb as to why all of the jocks needed something that morning. He had to beg up the ass from Rick to provide the necessities he needed to make the unbelievably hefty payday. He begged, hustled and got a good rotation going just for a complete creep to keep him occupied and get you cornered. Did he do his research and understand Robin had band practise and Nancy would be occupied on the newspaper?

How much did this prick try and use his social standing to get you alone and why did it matter?

Eddie was less inclined to beat the shit out of him and more annoyed, tired. Every time he managed to conclude his social standing wasn’t all that bad they pull some dumb ass stunt.

The two of you had made a plan to spend the night studying, and as an afterthought the both of you shared you had something you had wanted to talk about. Studying for your exams soon turned out to be a planned discussion of your futures when both of you wanted elaboration on what the other had to talk about.

So here you are, Eddie’s room. Some where you have been enough times to point, a point beaten to death by now, that it’s a home to you. Yet somehow the two of you are sat awkwardly on his bed like you were on his couch that fateful Friday night, like you had never seen his room before and he’d never experienced your kiss.

“So. I want you to tell me what’s in that pretty head of yours, then I’ll tell you what’s in this old nutcase’s head.” Eddie started, attempting to shift himself into a less stiff shape.

“A-alright,” you reluctantly agree, wondering if there was a particular reason he had insisted on going first. “Our relationship has been, words can’t describe, really. Never in any wildest dreams did I think that it would be this great. Reality being better than fantasy is my own personal jackpot. It couldn’t have gone any better than this.” You smile to yourself, and look up to him. Was that ..guilt on his face? You shake it off. “It’s weird, because discussing your future together after about four or so months together would be considered bizarre in normal high school relationships. I mean, it’s only four months. My parents have about 25 years on that, give or take. That’s just over 8 times as much. I always had a specific place in mind and I think I know what I want to study and it’s a generic enough subject to have some variety on where I may apply, and that’s enough to have options. I’m lucky to have those options. To have parents that guided me into a hard work ethic and able to decide where I want to go to school. That was everything to me, and suddenly it felt like too much. Where do I go? If I choose to go across the country, will you be joining me or would you stay in town? Is that too much to ask, for you to come with me? Is it too little that I am doubting that you would; because I can’t stand the thought of you more than Hawkins length away from me. Then I wonder, because when we started actually talking about your experience, you mentioned you thought you would wait until college. Does mean you have intentions on going one day? Or am I some egotistical bitch who doesn’t realize that you have huge dreams around Corroded Coffin and hope one day to open for Black Sabbath? I don’t know. Because this has never really come up before, in this extent. I want to. I want to know what your plans are. Maybe I can bend mine a little bit to be with you, if that’s alright with you.”

It was a lot for Eddie to digest, so to say. He would never admit it out loud, but he was astounded to how much thought you had given him in your future. You saw him. In fact, you saw him enough to wonder if he would take his music seriously, something he was considering, turning his cover/original song band into just original songs. It made what Eddie was about to say that much harder. He shifts in his chair, and he’s wondering how big of a bullet he’s about to bite. “As discussed, I won’t say anything, just share what I’m thinking.” He sighs, and it was harder than he was expecting. “I’m sharing this with you because Wayne thought it would be important.” A heavier sigh leaves his mouth, and you’re starting to worry. “I had this thought, and it was a kind of thought I tend to push aside until I’m ready to face it. I think it happened like two months ago.” He gulps, avoiding eye contact. “I had this thought, you’re too good for me. Too good to deserve the type of life I can provide for you. I mean, I could do an apprenticeship, if I have the grades. If I were to take Corroded Coffin on the road and put my heart into it, there’s a tiny ass chance would make it big, which is a whole nother level of heartbreak, being on the road everyday just for nothing to come out of it. I’m pretty much doomed to be a loser. I mean, three years as a senior doesn’t exactly say otherwise. I don’t want that kind of life for you. You don’t deserve it. You are going to do so much more, and be so much brighter than whatever hell I’ll give you. I figured before you find out the hard way”…you were already seething at this point, daring him to finish where you thought he was going with it, “I would us both a favour and end it before it got that far.”

This. Fucking. Asshole.

You just poured your fucking heart to him, rambling on about what possibilities you saw for your future together and he just admitted to planning on ending it before it even got that far? Is he fucking with you? The rage must’ve been clear on your face because when Eddie had finally made eye contact his eyes visibly widened, and went straight back to the floor. You get up, pacing back and forth along his room, trying to get your thoughts in place before responding.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Edward fucking Munson?” You inhale deeply, bringing your fingers spread on your forehead. “I had spent a good thirty minutes this morning attempting to get my head together in order to collect my thoughts so I can calmy and directly tell you how I see our future together. That’s what I thought this was. Talking about our future together.” You look off angry tears threatening to fall. “Turns out, you’re not willing to give it, to give us, the shot we deserve. You’re so fixated on thinking that you’re a loser, you’re willing to give away the very idea that we could be more than that, together.” You look him dead in the eye, having felt his eyes follow you around the room. “What’s more. You think you can decide who or what is good for me and my future. Thank you for the offer, but I can make my own decisions, or have you not been fucking a grown ass woman?” He winces, and you feel sorry. “In my future, I’m with you. Until you decide you no longer love me. The idea of breaking up with someone because you love them, is bullshit. Don’t leave me because you’re scared. You should be running the other way, towards me. Have faith in me, in fucking us. In the idea of what we have is sacred, and worth holding onto.” You gulp, still furious he even had the idea to begin with, still, you walk over to sit down next to him. “I love you, but you’re a fucking idiot.”

Eddie gulps, and you can count on one hand you’ve seen him tear up before. He tries to blink the tears away, annoyed at himself. “You-you have that much faith in-in us?”

You half smile at him, understanding his true question. Did you have that much faith in him? “Eddie, you have no idea how much I think of you.” Tears threaten to fall down your face, and you almost start laughing at the different reasons for tears in this moment. “You brought me out of my shell, into someone that has the courage to drunkenly make out with her boyfriend at a big party, or maybe one day hook up in the custodian closet.”

The mist in Eddie’s eyes seem to dampen, and he raises his hand to frame your face delicately. “Am I that much of an idiot that I even considered letting you go?”

“You’re a full-fledged dumb ass.” You whisper to him, and you’re brought by his hand into a kiss, one full of emotion and unsaid resolution. You part into forehead to forehead, a sharp inhale from him as you rub his face with your thumbs, feeling his dimples appear as he smiles.

Emotional confessions into sex? Nah, you spent the night listening to music, Eddie playfully taking you through his music catalogue, explaining the politics and conspiracies of Black Metal/Heavy Rock albums. Couldn’t have gone any better than that.

Two days later you’re woken up by an unexpected honk outside your house. You peer outside your window, but you knew already who it was. The front door opens, and you’re curious to what can drive Eddie to use the key your mom had finally given him. You thought she was bluffing when she brought it up, but true to her word, now Eddie has a damn key to the house. If you didn’t know if she liked him then, now you did.

Eddie’s footsteps are heard coming up the stairs and within five minutes of hearing that initial horn Eddie is walking through the door, a look of despair on his face. “Ed?” You ask, tossing the blanket off you and shooting strait towards him. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

Eddie sighs, gulping. “I got a call around 3 in the morning, one of the other dealers in town, Benny, he also gets his supplies from him..um..Rick. Reefer Rick. He was arrested, police raided his house last night, someone sent an anonymous tip to the police, and they took it as word.”

“Oh shit.” It might have been inappropriate, but it was your immediate reaction. “Oh my god, Ed. I’m so sorry. You okay?”

“I mean,” he sighs, his eyes shifting, avoiding eye contact with you, something you were sure he was doing to refuse the tears. “It sucks. Rick was, high. All the fucking time. I mean, he considered his heroes to be Cheech and Chong. Yet, he took over this area as the main supplier and ensured that what everyone received was safe. Before Rick, I didn’t have a sole supplier and sometimes I couldn’t guarantee what I was selling was safe. Which is shitty because I sell to highschoolers, well mostly anyway. I have loads of one-time buyers just trying for the first time.” Eddie pauses and looks at you with a sense of grief. “Shit, I’m gonna have to find a new dealer. Rick took me under his wing, made sure I was dealing for the right reasons, and taught me a lot about what I know now. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have woken you up so early. I’ll go.”

“Hey, hey.” You didn’t even time yet, it was 4:15am. “I think you need some sleep. Come on, lie down.”

Eddie crawls into your bed, falling asleep within minutes. You put aside his jacket and boots, something you had to convince him to take off. You crawl in next to him, wrapping your arms around him as to comfort him.

You were awake about three hours later to the sound of your alarm clock, Eddie barely even stirred. You waddle downstairs, grabbing cereal for some breakfast when your mom makes her way into the kitchen. “Morning sweetheart.”

“Hi mom. Um, just wanted to let you know-”

“I know. I saw his van.”

“He’s going through a hard time, a friend of his got arrested last night and he just needed someone to be with.” Your mom knows he deals. Even if you did decline to tell her, it’s not a town secret. He’s been arrested once or twice, also not a town secret. Wasn’t hard for your mom to put two and two together.

“Reefer Rick?” She asks delicately, putting the process of making her breakfast on hold. You almost ask how she knew, and she answers before you could. “It’s all over the news. There was a big raid of his house on Lover’s Lake. He’s being put to trial, but with the evidence they found it seems he’s going to prison.”

“Oh. That’s rough. Should I tell him, or let him find out through the news?” You ask her, clueless on how to help him.

Your mom offers her best word of advice, but in the end, Rick going to jail was always a possibility and those who deal are aware of the risks. It didn’t make it any less shitty. Both Eddie and Rick knew that Eddie woke up with a gloomy disposition, yet an aura of reluctant acceptance. What was he to do? His name was Reefer Rick, for crying out loud. Their ongoing joke was he wasn’t in prison, not yet at least. It was just odd the day had arrived when it did.

The odd news on weekend was met with in a left field on Monday morning, Mike walking up to the table where you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were sat at the table, Nancy reaching into her bag to find her flashcards she had needed to dig up. As much as you were both students who tended to do well, she was in AP classes. Applying for college with your grades would be simple enough, but you were no Nancy. Her study notes were to die for, your saving grace.

As you were thanking her profusely you watch as Mike walks up to the table, his lankly stature hunched over. “Mike. Is something wrong?” You ask him, fingers playing with the flashcards.

Mike inhales, as if preparing himself. “Max broke up with Lucas last night. Usually I wouldn’t bother sharing, but Lucas is taking it a lot harder.”

“Oh, damn. Anything happen, or?” Steve asks, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “I mean, she dropped him at the sound of a hat all summer. Won’t they be back together in like a week?” Steve doesn’t mean to be judgemental; he’s merely being observational.

Nancy glared at Steve, the pointed under her brows in the are you kidding me kind. “They were inseparable at the beginning of the year. They definitely grew closer after last summer. Max breaking up with Lucas was just something she did. But they have been consistently together since September. Something is wrong.”

Mike agrees with her for once. “Yeah, he said she’s been acting off lately, but now she just shut him out. She’s in my chemistry class, I’m gonna try and talk to her, see if she’s ok.”

You leaned back in your chair, thinking about the number of times you have seen her around staring off into space or sitting in a corner by herself at a get together. Nancy sees the thought cross your face, in the way your eyebrows furrow, for only half a second. “Y/N, what? What’s on your mind?”

“Hmm?” You move your eyes around the table, all looking at you expectantly. “Uh…no, it’s probably nothing.” None of them were buying it, not enough to let it go. “Honestly, she’s been off since more noticeably since November. I wondered if I was just imagining things..maybe I should’ve said something.”

“You know Max. She’s stubborn. She wouldn’t have taken the help if you had offered it.” Nancy comforts you, and the collective group agrees with the sentiment.

Mike lurches himself off the table, rocking back and waddling awkwardly back to his table. “Yeah just passing the news. Lucas is pretty broken up about it, but now he’s on the basketball team so I guess he’ll just focus on that.”

“He’s on the team with that asshole?” You ask, fearful of the influence Jason had over his team and frankly, the rest of the school.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking.” Mike says, walking off, and the conversation is over with out a proper ending.

The bell rings, and before the four of you know it the cafeteria was crowded and filled to brim with students, Eddie coming to grab you as he headed to the final week of class right before finals, surprised Steve was still there. “Oh, you know me, sticking around to see you.” Steve jokes, and Nancy swats him away before he could be caught by a teacher and kicked out.

Finals come and go, and thanks to you and your meticulous study habits you had picked up from Nancy you managed to help Eddie get a C for the first time since his first attempt at passing grade 12. February had arrived and Valentines Day was right around the corner, wrapping the whole school in pink.

The gentlemen at Hellfire table made it clear that they had great disdain for the holiday, and you sat on Eddie’s lap as you both watch Peter tear it apart with amusement on both your parts. As you leaned back onto his chest, a smile sneaks its way onto your face, and you sneak a glance at Eddie before switching pack to watch Peter.

“What was that look?” Eddie says, leaning into your ear.

“They still have no idea who you are. Do they know you bought some roses for me from the school’s anonymous letter campaign, or are you gonna let Josh find out in third period for himself?” You ask him.

“As long as Peter doesn’t find out I joined the dark side.” He half jokes.

Eddie did buy you roses from the love letter campaign the school had done, only because you asked, practically begged him to. Problem is, he forgets you now share a class with Josh with the new semester and is dreadfully worried about you two gaining up on him. It was mere coincidence that you two were seated together, but it will be no coincidence in the daily roasting of him.

Unfortunately, with the new semester, came no classes with him. He still walks you to class when he can, but his first class isn’t until your third and his second one is right after lunch, so he gets basically the rest of the day to do what he or his uncle deems necessary. Considering you share a free period during his off hours you were excited to take advantage of the time with him.

When Valentine’s day rolls around, you arrive to school in a little skirt and some black knee high leather boots you were waiting for the perfect moment to break out. The afternoon hits, Eddie picks you up after your fourth period, having your fifth period with him free. Eddie grabs you by the hand and leads you to your locker. You put away your books, staring oddly at him after he insists you had forgotten to put your bag away. You peer around your locker at him curiously but follow his suggestions anyway.

He starts walking down the hallway, leading you in a specific direction, but you can’t figure out to where he is leading you because it was not any clear way to a classroom, outside, or even the drama room. The two of you stop and Eddie leans up against a seemingly random wall. “Do you trust me?” He asks looking down the hall both ways.

“Huh,” you ask, not sure if you heard him right.

“You trust me?” Eddie leans down, maintaining intentional eye contact with you, and you nod silently, wide eyes peering up at him.

Eddie gives you a mischievous smile, and you’re tugged into an open door you didn’t even notice him opening up behind his back. “What-what are we doing?” You ask already knowing the answer as Eddie hikes up one of your legs up to his hip and starts to work on your neck.

He turns around, making sure the door is closed and locking the room. In the custodian closet held a wooden shelf donated by the Wood Chop club. You leant up against it, watching your hot boyfriend close the door and turn on a small light.

Last week when you had asked Eddie if he could send flowers from the Anonymous Love Letter campaign at school because you’d appreciate it. He said it was fine, you just owed him a favour, which he could ask for at anytime. While a part of you was annoyed he’d asked for something in return, another part was thinking how hot he was as he told you, as if you weren’t given a choice in the matter. Your brain turned into goo, and it was impossible to deny it.

Eddie turns back around and lurches right back into nibbling on your neck. You lean into it for a moment and jerk back up when you remembered you were in a closet. “Wait, baby! Someone can walk in at any minute.”

“Not when the door’s locked, they can’t. C’mon, someone owes me a favour, remember?” Eddie says as you feel his nimble fingers travel slowly down the side of your hips and onto the fabric of your panties, you get the friction you can out of him but silently beg him to really touch you.

Your stomach lurches at his sentence, but he goes around the fabric and rubbing your clit deeper and harder than before. Your breath becomes shallow as he stops and lets you answer. “You want me to fuck you in here because I owe you a favour?”

“No, I want you to fuck me in here because it’s Valentines Day and I love you, and what more exciting than a closet?” He pauses, and smirks at you. “Plus, you do owe me a favour.” You turn around, hiking up your ass against his hard cock, rubbing your barely clothed pussy against him. “Fuck, baby, you’re wet. You wanna fuck daddy in the closet, yeah? So everyone here knows when they smell it on you when you walk out?” Eddie’s words turned you on, your hips acting accordingly and doing a lap dance against his cock straining against his jeans. “So desperate for my cock, feel how wet she is, my poor baby. Do you need a cock in you?”

You wish he would shut up so you could actually bone, and at the same time hoped he would never stop talking to you like this. “Please fuck me, daddy.” You give in, the hot feeling in your pussy finally too much to ignore. The curiosity of the thrill and almost getting caught was even higher than at the restaurant.

“Has she been a good girl? Is it a good valentines day? Or was it a bad valentines day, princess?” He has his jeans and briefs off, bringing his dick out to be able to fuck you. You didn’t even have your own panties completely pushed aside yet, because it was not time for Eddie yet. You had a feeling if you had behaved well he’d take pity on you and be gentler.

“Good-good,” you stutter out when you realize he was waiting for a response as he stared at the outline of your pussy.

“Yeah, my good whore who thinks about my cock when I’m in all leather?” Eddie laughs, almost cruelly and steps back and you whimper at the prospect of his cock being not being even close to your entrance. You don’t have much time to mourn the loss, your boyfriend gently tugging on your hands to get on your knees. “I don’t think you have earned my cock yet, my love.”

He pushes his cock as far down your throat as you let it, nearly gagging the entire time. His cock is choking you so magnificently you choked back tears. He thrusts a few times, and you can feel the saliva gathering at the base. You feel Eddie’s hand guide you right up by the grip he had on your neck and he assist you on getting back up.

“Good girl?” You ask, suddenly desperate for his approval.

“Very good girl.” He assists you so you’re back on sitting on the shelf, panties still barely pushed aside, silently begging for some attention. He slips his hands under your skirt, sliding your panties down your legs. He takes it slow, moving down the entire length of your legs, watching as he moves the red lacey fabric and assists you in lifting your feet out.

You’re watching him as he takes a full look at the panties you had chosen to wear, crouched down at your feet and your roles are suddenly reversed, him at your feet. Eddie stares at the panties, brings them up to his nose and takes a deep inhale. Your mouth salivates at the sight, your heart pounding. “That scent, you, is intoxicating, sweetheart.” He said, moving his way back up face to face with you.

Your panties are slipped into his back pocket and you have a feeling you won’t see them again. He used to promise to give them back, but now he doesn’t bother. Where he keeps his collection, you still haven’t able to find them. You are lifted onto the shelf closest to your ass, your legs spread open so you’re openly exposed to him.

“I don’t think I can resist you any longer, sweetheart.” Eddie mutters, and you feel the head of his cock line up with your entrance.

You whimper as he finally makes his way into you, Eddie’s moans sounding like ecstasy in your ears as he revels in the feeling of your heat. “Holy shit, baby. So fucking perfect.”

You hike your legs up to curl around his hips tightly, clutching your thighs onto him. “Eddie, so good.”

Your breath hitches and you can catch it as Eddie’s dick reaches into the far depths of you. “Oh my girl you’re so wet. I told you you would like this, now didn’t I?” And while he sounds cocky you can hear the ragged breathing behind his words.

“I think you wanted it more than I do, Ed.” Voice shaky, but even he had to admit you had a point. For weeks Eddie would think about dragging you into a custodian closet while fucking into his fist, riding off the high of you riding him in a public restaurant, wanted something with a higher chance of getting caught. “I want to bend you over wherever I can.”

“Like your throne?” You ask, knowing since the first time you laid eyes on his dungeon master’s chair you had wanted him to have his way with you on it.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Eddie starts pounding into you harder at the very idea of it. “Need you to suck my dick under the table in the middle of a session-” Eddie groans in the middle of the sentence, getting himself off at very idea of it.

“You’re a horny ass mother fucker.” You comment, amused at how frantic he suddenly seemed.

“Can you blame me when I have the most fuckable girlfriend in the world?” Eddie gasps, his voice rough into your neck, and you’re hands clutching onto the fabric of his leather jacket.

You start to get lost in it, forgetting the idea of anyone finding you when it’s interrupted by three knocks on the door. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

“I told you someone else was gonna have this idea.” Another, higher voice comments.

“Or it’s just locked so no one does it.” The voices are walking away, and you hide your face in Eddie’s neck, embarrassed.

“Fuck me.” You mutter, voice soft and you gasp in surprise when Eddie fucks into you, deeper.

“I already am.” Eddie thrusts continually, reveling in your slack jaw wide open against his jacket, and you’re gasping as he gains speed.

Turns out the interruption was the thing that got you both really going, the speed and the desperation going hand in hand as the feeling in the pit of your stomach starts to heat up. “Eddie keep doing that, please.”

“Yeah, my baby close? Did almost getting caught do it for ya, sweetheart?” He asks, his heart beating out of his chest at the slight interruption. “Shit, me too.”

“I’m so close, daddy. So fucking close. Keep going. Please.” Your hands are grasping at whatever you can hold onto, him, the shelf behind you, the shelf above you to keep your body from wiggling around pathetically. Besides, the two of you didn’t have room for it. “Hmm. Love you, keep going, please baby.”

“Love you so fucking much, you make me feel pathetic, my love.” He practically whines in your ear.

Eddie thrusts a final harsh thrust in you, and you can feel him filling you up. He stops, breathing heavily in your ear as you release your grip on his jacket, realizing you were holding onto him so tight your hand has grown sore in the constant tension. You finally regain your breath, your legs releasing their hold on his slutty little waist.

His pants are pulled up, smirking at you as he buckles them up. You only require moving your purple plaid skirt down your waist to properly cover you, smirking back him. “To prevent uh…leakage…may I have them back?” You ask attempting to slyly move your hand to his left pocket, often disguised by his black bandana.

“Nope. This is my trophy. I earned it.” He says, as if he was proud. “Don’t wipe your cunt, princess, make sure it stays nice and full.” He tells you as you start to awkwardly wipe at the excess.

“I get chocolates, too, right, baby?” You ask, holding his hand as the two of you make your way down the hall.

“Yes, baby. Let’s get you some chocolates after school for taking it like the good cum dumpster you are, my love.” Eddie smiles, and you spend the rest of your free period in the cafeteria.

As Eddie and you sit down to talk, he confesses his evil plan with his current big campaign and it’s just evil enough for you to laugh manically at the prospect of their great villain from the previous campaign making a big return. “Wasn’t he killed by Kas?”

“Sure was. Nothing better than a great comeback and destroying the campaign members.” Eddie smiles, leaning his chin on one hand. “I can’t wait for their reaction; I’ve had this planned for months. The buildup, each campaign at least in the room has been meticulously crafted for this.”

Beginning of March rolls around, and Eddie is ominously teasing his big finales repeatedly. Mike grows continuously more excited as his Christmas gift rolls around, going to California to visit Eleven, Will and Johnathan. For the entire week leading up to Spring Break he would excitedly bounce around when Eddie wasn’t there for him to annoy.

Lucas becomes distracted by the basketball, somehow managing to keep his worlds from colliding. He decidedly is done with being in the loser crowd, willing to let comments they make about Hellfire slide for a mere seat at their table. Max slinks to herself, being seen blasting music more often than she is seen talking to any of the group members, you included.

Nancy has been luckily accepted into the school she and Johnathan chose, him only being waitlisted. She finally, at the encouragement of you and Robin managed to ask him if he wanted to visit for spring break, but she didn’t give a clear answer to why he couldn’t make it, he just couldn’t. You had pressed her to talk about it further, Nancy refused to admit there was anything bothering her.

You and Eddie were looking forward to the upcoming spring break, wanting do nothing but lie in bed with him for the final break before things got crazy with workloads gaining more heavy and your acceptance letters about to be sent out.

Robin has seemed to fall even harder for Vickie, having now spent all her days next to her on the bleachers yet barely able to say any words to her. Steve and you had made fun of her together out of love, and Steve is completely convinced after playing Vickie’s return of Fast Times that there’s a chance it could be mutual.

Unfortunately Steve’s dating life has gained even more desperation, barely any dates going past date 1 and he seems to have found a problem with all of them, despite his initial reactions of them being perfect.

Dustin has somehow grown more neurotic over time, and you watch slowly as Eddie gains jealousy in Dustin and Steve’s friendship. Mostly, he just wanted to be included. Did he not adopt Dustin as well? (You were very tempted to tell Dustin Eddie was wriggling in desperation on how close they were.) He and Susie were still going on strong, but tried to sneak around her father’s strict rules.

Finally as the morning of the Friday before break happens, all the teachers are packed in the parking lot leading everyone to the gym. Eddie has the luxury of sleeping in until second period, and a school pep rally to cheer on the basketball team sounded like hell to him. You pull in, barely any room to park, and every student makes their way to the gym.

You weren’t ready to cheer on Jason, but you would support Lucas, as he was doing his best to escape the trenches of bench warming. “Henderson!” You call out to Dustin, having saved a seat for them. “You’re later than normal.”

“Took longer for Susie to crack the code than we thought. Eddie won’t-”

“Eddie? Pep rally? He’ll be here later.” You comment, and Mike squeezes his way in between you, Max right next to him.

“Why are we here again?” Mike asks, sitting as he waits for the band to start playing.

“You’re cheering on a friend.” Dustin reminds him.

Principal Higgins kicks off the prep rally, inviting the cheerleaders to start their routine on the gym floor. All you could think about to get you through was seeing your boyfriend after second period and the break you’re about to have for the next week.

At least, that’s what you thought was about to happen.

Before your world went to shit.

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theoriginalsapphic · 1 year

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Let me steal this moment from you now: Max, Will, Vecna and memories

This is a theory loosely based on BirthdayGate and me rewatching The Hunger Games due to its ongoing reinassance on tiktok and not being able to sleep at three in the morning.

BirthdayGate is the theory that Vecna has been manipulating Will’s memories to basically isolate him from others and making him an easier target (this is an oversimplification of the theory and I may have gotten some things wrong, so keep that in mind).

In the third and final book of the trilogy, Mockingjay, Peeta is held captive by President Snow and used against Katniss. During his captivity, he was tortured, beaten, and hijacked using tracker jacker venom to distort his memories of Katniss until he believed she was a mutt trying to kill him. Essentially, they turned him into a weapon.

Both BirthdayGate and Peeta’s plot in Mockingjay have one thing in common: mind control through brainwashing and psychological torture, which, also happens to be one of the main objectives of MKUltra, a non-fictional illegal human-experimentation program that was developed and overtaken by the CIA between 1953 and 1973, and that in the show is represented through Dr. Brenner and the Hawkins laboratory.

Stay with me; I swear I’m going somewhere.

Vecna messing with someone’s memories wouldn’t be a new thing. In fact, this concept has already been introduced in the fourth season, heavily foreshadowed by this particular song.

Right before the battle against Vecna, Max has the theory that, because she managed to escape through remembering the people that she loves, the best place to hide from Vecna would be to hide in her happiest memory.

Solid theory, all things considered. That is something that the characters got right; Vecna feeds of the darkness inside people (their fears, their traumas, and their guilt), so it would be logical to hide somewhere that represents the complete opposite of his source of power: their light, their strength, etc.

However, the characters underestimated how powerful Vecna truly is, and how capable he is of entering and messing with people’s minds. Max believed that hiding in a happy memory would save her because it did the first time, but he still managed to find her the second time around.

So, how does what happened to Max in season 4 relates to Will and Vecna?

Well, for starters, I just demonstrated why Vecna ruining someone’s happiest memories wouldn’t be a new concept at all.

Something that has been mentioned a couple of times it’s how little Will mentions what happened to him during that week he spent in the Upside Down. As a matter of fact, we know very little of what happened to him during that week, and if anything, what little have we learned about has just provoked more questions (way too many to write them in this post).

However, something that I don’t see mentioned as frequently it’s that we don’t really know much about what Will went through with Lonnie, except through third-party recounts, like Joyce telling Hopper Lonnie used to call Will slurs, or Jonathan remembering the first time he showed him The Clash after Lonnie failed to pick him up for a baseball game.

This is even more peculiar when considering that all the other characters that have experienced abuse in the show have been seen interacting with their abuser and, more or less, react to their actions (Joyce and Lonnie, Jonathan and Lonnie, Billy and Neil, Max and Billy, El and Brenner).

But the point is, we have never seen Will interact with Lonnie or even mention Lonnie. The only time Will mentions his dad is in a flashback that is remembered by Jonathan (who, unlike Will, has named Lonnie several times).

Just like with his trauma with the Upside Down, we don’t know much about his trauma with his dad.

In a regular world, with non-supernatural interference, this could be a completely expected response to trauma:

"Dissociative amnesia occurs when a person blocks out certain events, often associated with stress or trauma, leaving the person unable to remember important personal information." "According to the American Psychiatric Association (APA), dissociative amnesia often occurs due to traumatic or stressful events, such as childhood trauma, abuse, and neglect. Dissociative amnesia can also stem from issues relating to personal identity and past experiences." "This forgetting may be limited to certain specific areas (thematic) or may include much of your life history and/or identity (general)."

So, what if Vecna’s intention is to manipulate Will’s happy memories so those memories can’t save them the way they saved him back in season 2? Just like Vecna did the second time he faced Max.

In fact, what happens if these memories have been manipulated so they are no longer happy and instead bring him pain and anguish? What if the only memories that remain untouched inside his mind are the ones he wishes he could forget, the ones that were once repressed, so his own mind can be used against him? Just like Peeta Mellark in Mockingjay.

"Occasionally, a person may be able to suddenly recall these traumatic or abusive events, also known as recovered memories. Alternatively, a person may have false memories of a situation, or inaccurate memories that can be influenced by others or created to fill in gaps. Unfortunately, because a person may genuinely believe that these memories are accurate, it can be challenging to differentiate them from reality."

If what saved Max the first time she faced Vecna were happy memories…

Coincidentally, Will is the only party member that doesn't appear in Max's memories while the lyrics 'Let me steal this moment from you now' are being sung.

...triggered by a song she loves...

…then what happens when that person has no happy memories left to grasp on? What happens when those memories that formed the individual are gone, and the person loses what made their identity? If you lose everything that makes you, you, then who are you anymore? What happens when there is no light to escape to anymore?

This started as a theory about Will but now I’m concerned what will happen with Max when she wakes up.

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magicalqueennightmare · 1 year

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Sins & Amends Chapter 23

(Gif by @ banditthewriter)

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Things fall apart in court, you end up taking your anger out on Billy and grow closer with Karen, Matt and Foggy

The next morning you headed to the courthouse first thing. You knew it would be crowded but you weren't exactly trying to get a seat up front. Hell you were hoping to blend with the crowd so Frank wouldn't spot you.

You slid into the back and saw that while Foggy and Karen were sitting at the defense table with Frank but Matt was missing and felt anger boil up. He couldn't let the vigilante bullshit slide long enough to help Frank?

When the judge called for opening statements you felt your stomach turn at Reyes saying that Frank was a psycho and talking about his so called victims. You ended up literally biting down on your tongue to the point the coppery taste of blood filled your mouth.

Once Foggy stood to give opening statement you took a deep breath. You watched the jury as he spoke and realized he'd in fact used a lot of what you'd told him the night before and some of the jurors seemed to actually be listening. The doors to the courtroom opened and you rolled your eyes when you saw it was Matt just now coming in.

By the time Foggy finished his opening statement you were left with a small flicker of hope. Maybe he could really help Frank. The judge dismissed court for the day saying that witness testimony would start the following day.

You slid out as soon as Frank was taken from the room and was headed for the door when Karen called your name. You turned with a half smile knowing you'd been busted "I thought you had to work today?" You shook your head "Nope I'm off today" "I'm glad Frank didn't see you" you grimaced slightly at the tone she had. It reminded you a bit of Maria "I hid to make sure. I had to catch what I could i mean come on"

She smiled then "Well what did you think of Foggy's opening statement?" By then the guys had joined you so you said "I liked it. It was a nice thick slice of bullshit that hopefully sunk into some of those jurors even if some of what he said sounded familiar" Foggy smiled nervously "Who better to quote?" You shot him a wink then checked the time "Shit I got an appointment I gotta get to but Karen please keep me in the loop?" She nodded "Of course"

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After the official appointment with Kenzie to satisfy Chief Michelson that you were looking after your mental health you ended up catching up with Curt for dinner.

You sat across the table from him picking at the Chinese food "How's Mia?" You asked and he nodded "She's good. Says to tell you hey. How did opening statements go?" You knew better than trying to lie so you said "Reyes is a bitch and Nelson has turned out to be a decent lawyer"

He shook his head "Y/N didn't Frank ask for you not to be in the courthouse? He doesn't want your face in the public eye" you knew that and god you didn't want to be difficult but you couldn't stand not doing anything "I know Curt. I'm being safe like Frank asked. I know he doesn't want to risk us but can you blame me for wanting to know what's going on?"

He held your gaze for a second then sighed "No but please for the love of god let Page keep you informed ok? I don't want to see you hurt and Frank can't handle anyone else dying" you ducked your head down feeling a little like a child being scolded although you knew everyone was trying to help keep you out of any crosshairs. "I promise Curt"

Conversation turned to a call you'd went on the previous week where you and Alice had ended up delivering twin girls one of whom was breach so talk of the trial was left alone for the time being.

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You were pulling a double shift since Ash had ended up having a family emergency so you were at the station house when Karen called you. You walked out the bunk room where you'd been laying down into the common area "What happened with Tepper?"

She took a shaky breath then said "Oh he admitted to everything but seeing as someone apparently threatened him first into altering everything and giving you false ashes then again last night into testifying his confession and any proof we have is worthless" "son of a bitch" you had to keep your voice down considering you were still technically in trouble for the blow up against Kayla since Chief Michelson had no other choice but to write you up.

"Don't panic yet. We still have Schoonover's testimony" "Let me know what happens?" "Of course" you hung up and stared at your phone. This was getting worse and worse.

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The next day Schoonover and a doctor who handled only traumatic brain injuries like Frank's would be testifying. You had already made too many promises to stay away from the courthouse so you ended up wandering around while you waited for Karen's call.

You'd just left the flower shop to head to the cemetery when your phone started ringing. You pulled it out to see it was Karen "Please tell me Schoonover's testimony was good?" "Reyes was floundering after it" you could hear the smile in her voice so you allowed yourself to take a breath "What's next?" You questioned. "We had a small break. I'll let you know what happens next. I gotta go" "Thanks Karen" "You're welcome"

You slid your phone into your pocket then continued down the sidewalk.

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A little over two hours passed which found you walking out your favorite coffee shop when Karen called again "Y/N we had a set back" You stopped walking to ask "What happened?" She went into detail about how the doctor's testimony went over well with the jury but that after he was done the kid of one of Frank's "victims" had an outburst in the courtroom. "Fuck" you repeated for the sixth time.

"He's testifying. I talked him into it" you opened your eyes when she said that. "Then what?" "I don't know honestly. I just wanted to make sure you knew" you noticed yet again she'd skipped over mention of Matt. From what you'd gathered she was dating him so if she didn't know he was daredevil what did she think he was doing to rank missing the biggest trial they'd ever had? You didn't really care. What would happen to Frank if Reyes got her wish? She wanted the fucking death penalty because she was neck deep in the cover-up.

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You were so lost in your own mind you hadn't realized you'd walked blocks. Your phone rang and you saw it was Alice calling to see how the trial was going. You answered it with a shaky hand realizing you were on the opposite side of town "It's falling down Alice. I'm afraid Reyes is gonna get her wish. She wants him dead or in gen pop of prison which lets face it is the same thing"

"Just calm down babe. Foggy is good at his job. He'll figure something out" you knew she was trying to calm you down but it wasn't working. You were pissed at the entire thing. You were pissed at the people who'd killed Maria and the kids, pissed at those in the cover-up. You were pissed at Reyes and the whole damn district attorney's office. You were pissed you couldn't testify.

You glanced up and realized you were at Anvil or across the street. You hadn't seen Billy since the morning after the night you'd spent with him. Why wasn't he trying to help Frank? You focused your anger on him and the building which at one time had held dreams of a future. One where you were happy and Frank wasn't broken. "Alice I'm probably about to get arrested at Anvil" "Y/N NO!" She said but you hung up. You quickly crossed the street and walked into the front door of the building.

The guy at the door looked you over when you walked in "Yes ma'am?" You forced a smile onto your face "Where's your boss? Russo" "Do you have an appointment?" He asked but you were already shoving past him after spotting what was clearly Billy's office.

He followed you shouting but the moment his hand closed around your upper arm you heard Billy's voice "If you value your job you'll take your hand off her" the guy quickly moved his hand and you glanced up to see Billy staring at you from a few feet away "Y/N is there something I can help you with?" "Can I talk to you?" You asked walking into his office without waiting for permission. He waved the doorman off then walked in behind you and shut the door.

You spun around to face him letting your anger fuel you before any other emotion could take over at seeing him "Why the fuck aren't you helping him Billy? I know you don't give a good god damn about me but he's your brother"

He ran his tongue along his bottom teeth as you spoke and you knew it was something he did when he was irritated and just that knowledge of knowing him that well pissed you off even more.

He was calm when he spoke "You could literally set fire to this building and I’d fucking let you but I’m not going to let you storm in here and tell me that I don’t love Frankie"

"Then fucking act like it Billy! Schoonover testified! Where were you? Frank wouldn't let me near a witness stand in fact that was the only reason he agreed for Murdock and Nelson to represent him was if they kept me out of it. I can't lose him Billy. I lost Maria, Lisa, Frank Jr and.." You caught yourself before you added him onto the list of losses "I can't lose anyone else"

He walked over and sat on the edge of his desk and crossed his arms “That’s life. You either lose people or push them away. Have you ever thought Frank is trying to push you away to save your ass and you’re making it harder on everyone who wants to keep you safe?”

You knew that but you didn't need Billy of all people reading the situation so well and telling you that. "Can you just fucking yell back at me or something? I came here because I figured you wouldn't care enough to spare my feelings" you admitted and saw a look flash through his dark eyes before he schooled his features “You know that even now and after all the bullshit I’ve done to you, I can’t do it. I know the shit your dad did, I know you don't like yelling and screaming so fucking rage. Tell me I'm a narcissist asshole. I deserve it"

"It wouldn't hurt me any worse than leaving me alone. I can't help him Billy do you know how that feels? My sister is dead and I can't even help her husband stay out of prison and" you wanted to add the one person who you thought you'd always be able to count on had up and left you because you apparently weren't good enough to keep him in love with you.

His features softened at least momentarily “Can you just trust that I’m doing what I can?” for some reason you believed him. "Yeah even after everything if you say you're doing what you can I still believe you"

He watched you for a second and you spotted Kenzie heading down the walkway towards his office. You were about to walk out but stopped when he said “Good, now are you done or do you want to yell at me some more? Genuinely, if you want to yell at me please do it. I want you to do what you need to do.”

You were more confused than you'd been before walking in here. "Do I want to yell more? Yes. Will it do anyone any good? No. so I guess I'll leave with Kenzie. Sorry for storming in here like that" He pushed himself off his desk and your heart clenched with the familiarity of being so close to him. “Like I said, you could burn this place to the ground and I wouldn’t stop you. This place wouldn't have a name without you and I'd deserve it for hurting you"

You opened your mouth to respond but realized you didn't have one so you closed it back. The door to his office opened and Kenzie stood there looking between the two of you. "Alice sent me to be referee because I was closer. Is everything ok?" You turned your back to Billy and said "Yeah I was just apologizing for busting in and about to leave" "Ok want a ride?" She asked so you nodded then looked back at Billy "I was overly emotional this won't happen again"

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He gave a sharp nod then watched the two of you walk out. There was so much he wanted to say but knew he couldn't. God he hated seeing you so hurt and not being able to help.

He did love Frank like a brother but he had to keep you alive and what he was doing was the only way to do that. He watched you leave and knew then and there he needed to find a few guys he trusted enough to keep an eye on you. There was too much attention on the trial to risk any turning to you. If it cost his life and what was left of his soul he'd make sure you were safe.

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That point where you hit rock bottom and aren't sure how you even got there was about the moment you sat down in Kenzie's passenger seat and it registered that you'd walked into your ex boyfriend's company and yelled at him like a mad woman only for him to allow it. Did he still have that much of a presence in your mind that you managed to turn all your anger towards him?

You managed to stay quiet until she pulled out onto the road then you said quietly "Can we go up to three days a week?" "Yeah sweetie no problem" was her only reply before she reached across to pat your leg "It's a normal human response. For years he was your emotional support. You've got to stop bottling your emotions. If there's things you can't tell me, tell Curtis or Alice or what's her name Karen. Just get it out so this doesn't happen again because later this is going to really fuck with your head with how far you've managed to come as far as he's concerned"

You nodded keeping your eyes down. Embarrassment was now replacing your anger and you felt tears prickle your eyes "I'm so scared for Frank Kenz" "I know. How about you stay with us just for tonight ok?" You nodded feeling tears slide down your cheeks "I'm sorry for being a fucking headcase" she laughed and said "You're not a headcase Y/N your problem is that you try being too strong"

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Getting the call from Karen that Frank had apparently sabotaged his own chances from his outburst of a testimony while you were walking into your apartment the next morning was kind of par for the course. While you were planning a time to meet her at the bulletin to talk to Mitchell Ellison the editor who she had at least a working relationship with your phone was beeping with another call. She apparently had photographic proof of a body being removed from the massacre and if what she suspected was true it was the same body that had been cremated and handed over to you as "Frank's ashes"

You glanced to see it was Foggy. You let it go to voicemail then finished the call with Karen because that was more important at the moment. You hung up with her then hit his number "Can we talk?" Was the first thing he said. "Like no other ears?" You asked "Yeah" you let out a sigh then said "I'm home. Swing by and we can talk" "Be there in ten"

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Sitting at your table across from Foggy seemed like such a mundane setting despite the conversation being about Frank's disaster of a trial and Matt's vigilante issues. "So he literally said he won't give up red for the firm? And he had his ex girlfriend in his bed when Karen showed up to get his ass to finally show up to court?" You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Hell maybe all the vigilantes and their inner circles needed therapy of some sort.

"Foggy maybe you should move forward? I mean if he can't pull his head out his ass" you were one to be giving advice but he'd asked. "I know but since I started law school it was Nelson and Murdock" "and if it's meant to be it will happen" you replied and at his look you shrugged "Had an early therapy session and I'm now up to three days a week. It helps"

When he started to leave he said "Thanks Y/N I'm glad we all met you" "Same here Foggy" you replied with a smile then watched him leave. You had two hours to meet with Karen and Ellison before you had to get to work. You figured you should just take your med bag with you since she was picking you up so you headed to get dressed in your uniform.

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You were waiting on the sidewalk when Karen pulled up. You cut your eyes at her missing passenger side mirror before climbing in "What happened there?" You asked and she smiled "Frank" "Oh" you sat your bag down in your floorboard and buckled up. "Should I say my bad or I'm sorry that he shot your mirror?" You didn't exactly know the etiquette for such. She shook her head "No that mirror is so far from my mind on the list of things I could be upset about"

You let her pull out onto the road before asking about Matt. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened "He's decided he doesn't want me or Foggy in his life. I don't know what exactly is going on with him" your heart ache at the expression on her face. You didn't know if it was the loss of him as a lover or a friend or just believing to not be good enough that was plaguing her the most. "If it makes you feel better I busted into my ex's company and yelled at him like I was the one needing an insanity plea" you offered and saw her crack a small smile "Yeah that does help a little"

"and I think Matt is just dealing with a lot. Believe me I'm pissed at him too for flaking out during the trial but I don't think he meant to hurt you" she waved her hand as if to clear the air of talk about Matt then placed a large envelope down in your lap "What's this?"

"That is the proof of the cover up surrounding the massacre at the carousel. We're taking it to Mitchell Ellison. He's the editor in chief at the bulletin. I met him through a friend named Ben while working the Fisk case and if we have any hope of Frank getting out from under any of this or getting a possible target off your back he can expose it"

You let her words sink in and let out a breath. Maybe there was still a way to help Frank. Maybe you could still expose the truth. "Wait why am I here?" You asked and she half smiled "One I kind of just wanted to see a friendly face for a little while and you made Foggy see Frank differently. I think you can give Ellison some insight too" you checked the time to see you still had over an hour until your shift started "So I'm along as further proof of Frank's humanity basically?" "Pretty much" she admitted with a pensive smile that turned more genuine when you replied "Fine by me. Let's see what we can get done"

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"Mitchell Ellison this is Y/N Y/L/N" "Y/N this is Mitchell Ellison" you shook his offered hand once Karen got the introductions out the way. "So you're Karen's inside source on Frank Castle" "Who is going to remain off the record" Karen interrupted. You cracked a smile at her protective tone. You turned your attention to Ellison "That would be"

He showed you and Karen to a storage room that was lined with boxes and boxes of back records. You glanced around at the sheer volume until he said "Ok tell me what you know" you laid out what you knew about Frank as a person and Karen laid out what the two of you had managed to uncover about the cover-up. "So we go talk to Tepper" was his only response and something told you that you'd come to like Ellison. He dove in feet first at just Karen's words.

You checked your watch "Are you going with Karen? I'm not sending her alone but I'm due at work in like twenty minutes" he watched you for a moment then raised one eyebrow "Oh Ben would've liked you too" Karen had told you some about the man so you took that as a compliment "Thank you now are you going with her?" He nodded so Karen turned to you "Grab your bag out my car and we'll drop you by the station house on the way. I'll come by after your shift to catch you up on anything we may learn"

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Alice was standing on the sidewalk when you climbed out of Ellison's car and waved to Karen before they pulled off.

You walked towards her and she smiled "There's my love! How are you honey?" You thought about it for a moment then answered as truthfully as possible "I got a long way to go but I know I'll get there" an almost proud look flashed through her eyes before she slung her arm around your shoulders "That's my partner I know and love. We may get knocked flat on our asses but we're always gonna get up and let life know she hits like a bitch"

You laughed as you let her lead you inside "You've always had a way with words Alice"

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A long shift later you'd been forced to change twice because one uniform ended up getting sprayed with blood while the other you didn't even want to discuss.

You were dead on your feet and grateful when Kenzie and Alice offered you a ride home. You waved as they pulled out onto the road then turned to head into your building. The lobby was empty so you continued to the elevator leaning heavily against the wall while the floors ticked by.

When it got to your floor you stepped off but froze when you saw Karen was next to your door. "What happened?" You spoke around the lump already forming in your throat. She shook her head and you could see tears in her eyes "Karen?" You quickly covered the space between the two of you gently touching her arm. "Frank's fine but there's some things I feel like I need to tell you"

You pulled your key out your bag and motioned to the door "Let's get inside then we'll talk"

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You sat across from Karen silent as she told you not only what had happened the day her brother died but about killing Wilson Fisk's right hand man. You didn't want to interrupt her so you listened intently wishing you could do more besides give her hand a comforting squeeze when the tears would start.

Once she was finished she wouldn't meet your eyes "Still want to call me a friend?" A sharp laugh fell from your lips and her blue eyes flew up to meet yours "Karen a man I consider like a big brother is none other than the Punisher himself. I'm not judging you. What happened to Kevin was a horrible accident but it was just that, an accident. Now what happened to Wesley was kill or be killed and completely justified. I know killing someone has to take a toll but you're still alive. Through a weird and twisted fate we met but that seems to be how I've met all the people in my life that I consider my family now. Know you've got a friend here that isn't gonna judge you for damn near anything and if anyway possible I will always have your back"

She pulled you into a hug and you could practically feel the relief flood through her "Thank you Y/N and I promise to do everything I can to help you and Frank"

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Karen ended up just crashing in your guest bedroom. It was so late by the time the two of you were through talking you didn't feel comfortable letting her leave so after coffee she headed home and said she'd talk to you later.

The later ended up being sooner than either of you thought considering NYPD was waiting to escort her to the courthouse because unbeknownst to any of you Frank had escaped the prison the night before and no one knew where he was headed or what he had planned next.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

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Crack Theory (lmao): Will’s Powers Could Be Activated With Drugs

Okay this is part crack theory and part actual theory.

In every season there is typically some kind of reference to drugs and drug use, and for me it kind of feels like they are building to something, but I’m not entirely sure what yet.

Season One

El’s mom Terry is given LSD by the lab as part of MK Ultra, this is linked to El’s powers

Hopper pops pills to deal with his trauma

Lonnie is an alcoholic

Season Two

While possessed, Will is continuously drugged with some kind of sedative

It’s revealed that the drugs given to Terry did in fact awaken powers in her as well

Max sedates Billy

Season Three

Nancy compares the symptoms of the flayed to the symptoms of being on drugs

Hopper drinks copious amounts of booze

Robin and Steve are both drugged by the Russians

Season Four

Eddie is a drug dealer, and Chrissy went to him in order to do ketamine

Argyle and Jonathan both smoke copious amounts of weed together on screen, Argyle also smokes some with Eden

El is sedated a couple of times while back in the lab

Jonathan gives the SBP worker Purple Palm Tree Delight in order to use the kitchen

Argyle is seen picking mushrooms at the very end, which given his character’s association with drugs could possibly be Magic Mushrooms

kaypeace21 has her own posts about drugs in the show that’s a really interesting read, but I wanna throw my own two cents.

So drugs seem to have always been in the story, and at some points even contribute to important plot points. El’s powers can be traced to drug use, Will being sedated was important to gaining leverage from Henry, ketamine is the reason Chrissy was at Eddie’s trailer in the first place and the reason Eddie was blamed for her death, etc.

So how do I make this all about Will? (like I do with everything)

Drugs can have more than one function narratively, as seen above. I think there could be a number of ways that they show up, but one possibility is the trigger to Will’s powers.

It’s not like drugs haven’t been used as a power trigger before, they were the trigger for Terry’s powers.

In fact, it’s even possible that we could have already seen something like this on screen with Will.

Okay so this next part is gonna feel like a bit of a stretch and take some serious explaining but bare with me.

So when Will was possessed and brought to the lab under extreme pain, he was sedated with some kind of drug. He was sedated with the same drug a few times after this scene, all during his possession. The drug is never mentioned by name to my knowledge. Or in the very least, not named in season 2.

While there’s a multitude of different drugs that it could be, there’s a possibility that it could be a drug that was named in a later season— ketamine.

Ketamine is a drug that can be taken a few different ways. It can be snorted in powder form (like what Chrissy and Eddie planned on doing) or it can be injected in liquid form, like what was happening to Will. Ketamine can cause a relaxing sedation effect and relief from pain, and has been used by doctors as a popular pediatric sedative.

Even if I’m totally wrong about the specific kind of drug, Will was still being repeatedly put under using some kind of drug. Which, as established in the same season in the case of Terry, can be used to trigger powers.

Everytime Will comes back from being sedated, it seems as though Henry has taken him further and further. Now this could just be because time has passed, but I want to propose that part of why Henry was able to get further into Will’s mind is because of the drug that Will kept getting sedated with.

In season 2, Owens mentions something about “opening neurological floodgates.” Oftentimes when discussing the affects of drugs, especially psychedelics, the phrase “opening the mind” or something similar gets thrown around. Becky even says something similar in regards to what happened with Terry. And this is literally what happens, psychedelics open up certain synapses in the brain in order to create the affects that it has.

Ketamine is a sedative, but it’s also a psychedelic. The drug that activated Terry’s powers, although more powerful, was also a psychedelic. If Will’s “neurological floodgates” were being opened with the help of a drug, this could be part of how Henry was able to reach more of his mind and take over more and more of him. But alternatively, it could have also been giving Will access to more and more of his powers.

It’s been discussed plenty of times before, but during the progression of Will’s possession, his eyes become more and more brown and then bloody red, which is similar to what happens to El’s eyes as she pushes the boundaries of her powers. This doesn’t seem to happen with any other possession victim.

Perhaps Will was literally having a war with Henry in his mind? As Henry was slowly gaining more access, Will was gaining access to his powers, even if only subconsciously aware of it. Literally already having a power battle with Henry.

I also wanna point this out: the name of the specific weed that Jonathan and Argyle keep smoking is Purple Palm Tree delight. You know what else is purple?

(Did I mention this is part crack theory yet 😂)

So then, could this concept come back in season 5?

Let me propose a scenario.

The gang are running out of time to save Max. El knows that she has to use Will’s mind to access Henry’s mind lair and get to Max, HOWEVER Henry has been dormant for the past two years and they can’t seem to get a grasp on him. So how then, do they open the neurological gates in Will’s mind to access Henry’s mind lair, creating the accidental consequence of activating Will’s powers?

With the mind-altering powers of psychedelics!

#will byers #stranger things #stranger things theory #will byers has powers #crack theory #byler #<- target audience #tw drugs #my theory #half nonserious but half very serious

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A Steve Harrington Thing

A/N: Hi so this is apart of the maladaptive daydream thing I was talking about where the character is Lucas’ older sister, she was also taken to the upside down blah blah blah

All you need to know for this “blurb” is that it take place in the very beginning of Season 3, around the time when Steve first gets hired at Scoops.

Hope you enjoy!

pairing: Steve Harrington x FemSinclair!Reader | Billy Hargrove x FemSinclair!Reader

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“So where am I taking you again?” Steve questioned as he watched his closest friend fiddle with his stereo.

The two found themselves in this routine for a while now, at least since Nancy and Jonathan had become more of a permanent item. Y/N and Steve had found their own presences more placed upon each other— not in any sort of negative way, just simply a bit unexpected.

After the trauma bonding from the past year and a half and both of them not really having cliques to be apart of (at least not ones without a bunch of middle schoolers) the pair started hanging out more.

Study sessions for the end of the year exams at Lucy’s Diner suddenly seemed to run longer—with or without the company of the doting couple— Steve finding himself enjoying Y/N’s ramblings on dismantling the patriarchy as she shoveled fries into her mouth, and she finding entertaining his tangents on his previous basketball games over the blasting stereo in his car playing absurdly mainstream music he so evidently loved. Neither really understood each other’s affinities but that was never the glue that turned the study sessions into every day hangouts together. They just, clicked.

If you had mentioned anything of the sort to either of them a year and a half ago Steve would’ve laughed himself silly and Y/N would have rudely presented the bird. But it was true. Things were easy and fun and just flowed that neither could complain.

Hell, Y/N even came to Steve’s graduation. Well so did Nancy and Jonathan but she put on a whole dress she found at the back of her mother’s closet for the event. She didn’t think it was anything crazy really, just a long simple white dress she thought would be nice in the budding summer heat given they’d be sitting in the outdoor stadium seats. But with the look on Nancy and Jonathan faces, and especially Steve’s when he finally got the chance to escape his hovering mother and her camera she realized maybe it was much.

In fact she thought about the look Steve gave her for the rest of the night all the way until she was laid in her bed that evening, dress hastily discarded into a laundry hamper upon coming home before tucking herself into a strewn t shirt, silently promising herself she’d never go through the trouble again.

And just as Y/N was going to drown her sorrows in another rereading of LOTR the landline on her bedside table interjected. Picking it up only expecting one of Lucas’ friends on the other side she was flabbergasted at the sound of Steve’s voice and distant music echoing over the receiver.

They talked for a little while, Steve mentioning his gratitude to her for showing up and how he was currently at Katie McCarthy’s after party “living it up”. Y/N was abruptly even more puzzled because why the hell was he calling her off Katie McCarthy’s house phone in the middle of a party like at this time he wouldn’t usually be doing some keg stand in the backyard to incite cheers.

And just as she opened her mouth to ask Steve spoke, voice nearly hush, “Hey.”

“Yes Steven?”

He chortled annoyed, and if he were here she could see him shaking his head, “You know I hate that shit.”

“What is it Steve?” Y/N pressed, eyes nearly rolling to the back of her skull as she threw herself on her back amongst her pillows.

“Nothing..I just…” the bass swelled beneath the notes of his silence, “You looked really..pretty today.”

It was like the color pink rushed all over her body, starting from the tips of her toes, into the depths of her belly only to spread up to the crown of her head.

Pretty

Pretty.

“What?”

“No I—I didn’t mean anything by it, I—“ The sound of something crashing in the background startled the both of them, “Shit, fuck my drink—uhm hold on just a second.”

Had this been any other moment Y/N would’ve laughed aloud and teased the brown haired boy for being such a klutz, casually tormenting him until he told her to fuck off with a hidden smile to his lips. But this wasn’t that, no, in fact it was something entirely new. So new Y/N didn’t know what to do with herself and the buzzing feeling in her chest or the electricity coursing through guts.

“Steve—“

“M’back.” He cut in, rustling followed before a sigh, “I didn’t mean it like that I—“ He stopped himself yet again, quite obviously flustered but Y/N couldn’t tell if it was because of the drink or her.

“You’ve just never worn a dress before. You looked…it was nice, cool.” “Thanks.”

She whispered, hands clutched around the phone, pressing it so incredibly close to her ear because maybe just maybe she wanted to hear if his breathing was as deep and as fast as her’s.

But the music was so loud and Steve was so so quiet, anything she could hear was a mess and blurred and there was a part of her that was severely grateful for all of those circumstances.

“I’m gonna go now.”

“...okay...get home safe.”

“I will. You get some sleep for me will ya? It’s pretty late.”

It was silly but his words elicited chills all over her arms and she couldn't find a well enough reasoning as to why, just that something about him worrying about her sleep schedule made her and her skin dizzy.

“Yeah of course. Bye Steve.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

They didn’t talk about that night the following day when Y/N came over to his place in the evening. Steve just rambled about his hell raising hangover and events that took place at the party while Y/N nodded along and cracked wise jokes. But as they sat on Steve’s family couch, knees brushed up over each other with new levels of eye contact not yet maintained by the two before it was evident things had shifted. And so their friendship continued on as such, with hidden moments Y/N thought to herself about from time to time but resisted the urge to ponder on. Because she had been down the road of crushing on Steve Harrington before literally only a couple months prior to the whole dress debacle and it just wasn’t the right idea. He was still hooked on Nancy, it was evident no matter how hard he tried to flirt with any and every other girl and she just couldn’t willingly place herself in a position to be hurt like that.

No matter how much she herself felt for him. “I told you already Harrington, to the community pool.” She huffed turning the channel dial back and forth, the car irrupting in static and random genres of music.

His hand swatted at her’s, knocking it back into her lap, “Uh…why the hell do you want to go there?”

Y/N fell into an annoyed silence as she crossed her hands over her chest, blowing a curl out of her face as she peered over at him with a look on her face to match. Steve could give so much as a glance as he tried to remain focused on the road but could feel his own attitude building.

“Jesus what?” He nipped, brows furrowed together.

Y/N groaned, “Steve.”

It took him a full level of concentration to piece together any of their previous conversations about Hawkin’s community pool (assuming there were only so many to scope though) and why the anti-social menace Y/N Sinclair would want to be surrounded by a bunch of screaming kids and wet bodies.

Until it clicked.

“No you’re not.”

“Oh god here we go—“

“I am not using my precious time and gas to drive you to go hang out with that asshole!”

“What? You said you would!” She squawked followed by an intentional mumble of “And he’s not an asshole.” Sinking further into the seat.

Steve dramatically gasped, throwing his hand up as he shouted “He beat me until I was unconscious!”

“He apologized for that!” Y/N yelped, hand reaching for the empty side of the stirring wheel to guide the car back into the middle of the road, making sure the both of them would survive this conversation and Steve’s usual antics.

Scoffing Steve shoved her hand off and took reign over the driving, gasket still in the process of being blown but also not wanting either of them to end up dead over this only so he could maul Y/N later.

“Billy Hargrove. Billy Hargrove? Why?!” The words came out almost as a whine, Steve throwing himself against the back of his seat followed by a grunt.

“Because!” Y/N finally bit back, tossing her hands up only to drop them back in her lap now resting her head against the window as if she was trying to create as much space between herself and Steve as possible.

“Oh, because, okay.” He mocked only to lean into his window as well.

If it weren’t for the radio playing lowly the whole car would be absolutely silent right now and who knew if that would be better or not. Steve doubted it would take away from the jumble of feelings in his chest just as Y/N assumed it would only egg her frustration further.

She knew he was completely entitled to how he felt, it was why she hadn’t actually mentioned where she was really going when she first asked Steve for a ride last week after their trip to the movies to see The Breakfast Club. Just simply mentioned she needed one and Steve could never and probably would never say no to her if she needed something. She told herself she would face the repercussions later but expected said repercussions to occur afterwards and not on the way there.

“Because he asked Steve.”

From the corner of her eye she could see him turn to look at her, irritation still laced in his brow and shoulders still tucked into his neck but at least he was acknowledging her.

Y/N sighed, “He’s been asking..to see me..ever since Halloween. I brushed off all his advances at first—for a while actually.” Her nails dug into the skin of her palms, trying to find a way to release the tension within her body.

“And then one night I just said yes.” She couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips when she thought back to that specific day.

Because if she sat long enough the image of Billy pulling up in her driveway with a sweet pathetic bouquet of flowers and some intoxicating cologne and a nervous bounce to his knees her belly swirled. How they were originally going to get food but instead ended up sitting in his car for 2 hours at the minimart parking lot talking. And then the two of them stormed the store grabbing a horde of random snacks before dashing out in the same manor and driving to Lover’s Lake where all they did was sit some more, pick at the salty and sugary treats and talk. And it was so perfect. “When?”

Touching back down to reality Y/N noticed they had come to a stop. Glancing at the new surroundings she realized they were in the pool parking lot; families pilling out of their cars, the sound of rushing flip-flops and distant shrill screams now overtaking the car radio.

Blinking rapidly she swiveled in the passenger seat to chance a stare at her best friend. Steve was staring off to somewhere in the distance, a hand combing through his hair while the other picked at a hole in the knee of his jeans. Something about his disposition triggered an odd feeling within Y/N that she decided she would try and figure out another time.

“A couple weeks ago. We’ve been talking ever since, hanging out here and there.” Her voice was quiet as she explained; she was trying to resist the urge to feel small but failing at shying away from the sensation.

Another wave of silence.

“Does he treat you good?” He was turned to stare her down now, Y/N feeling even smaller at his look. But not in a negative way, no, in a “I know you’re being like this because you care about me, I’m sorry, don’t be mad anymore” kind of way. It made her smile.

“Yes. I promise.”

The admission visibly released the tautness in Steve’s whole upper body—shoulders slowly alleviating themselves of the weight of his worry, eyes resting now above his eyes where they belonged instead of the middle of his forehead. Y/N finally breathed the breath she had no idea she was holding.

Blowing a raspberry he shook his head, “Okay fine whatever. I’m always going to hate the guy though.” He pressed pointedly earning a giggle from Y/N’s side of the car.

“Alright fair.” She waved him off.

Turning back with a huff Steve’s eyes fell upon a moving figure in the distance and suddenly the frown was back pressed onto his lips.

Dressed in quite literally nothing but a pair of bright red swim trunks and a whistle dangling from his neck was Billy. He was staring off amongst the cars, hand blocking the sun from his vision despite the pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose--quite obviously searching all of the newcomers for Y/N.

“Speak of the goddamn devil.” Steve mumbled instantly receiving a shove from the curly headed brunette beside him, a ‘hey’ following before she raised her finger in warning at him. He shoved back rolling his eyes, his free hand reaching over to press a button beside him to unlock the doors. “Get out of my car Sinclair.”

She stifled another laugh as she grabbed at her bag on the floor from between her feet, quickly tugging at the door handle and hopping up and out, “Gladly!” Y/N beamed, “See ya later Harrington.”

Steve watched. He watched with his breath in his throat as a smile blew over Billy’s face when he saw her.

The mullet wearing asshole nearly grinned upon her approached, yelling out something to her Steve was ever fucking grateful he couldn’t hear because it made Y/N skip in her step. She basically danced over the hot asphalt--feet nearly hovering until she was in front of him.

And in one swift motion Billy’s arms were around her waist, tucked tightly to bring her body as close as physically possible to his own only to then lift her off her feet in what could have only been explicitly explained as a “sweet embrace.”

A churning feeling wavered through Steve’s stomach at the scene unfolding but nothing would allow him to look away. Not while Y/N laughed loudly against Billy’s ear nor when he littered the right side of her neck with kisses until he met her cheekbone. Never in a million years could he have pictured an animal like Hargrove to be so...affectionate.

He placed her back on her feet with one more peck to her jaw and the two stirred more conversation.

Steve knew now was the time to leave, he had seen everything he needed to and then some and if he stayed any longer he doubt that his breakfast would remain in his stomach. So he turned his key in the ignition--making all the physical efforts to leave, switching the gear to reverse and everything. But then something caught his eye.

Billy’s fingers trailed the side of the blue gripping her waist, eyeing it as he did, mumbling another slur Steve knew he didn’t want to hear. His hand clasped around hers to lift it over her head, twirling her in a tight circle causing her dress to lift just enough to create a dream like lift to the cotton.

Her dress.

“Fuck.” Steve bit before pulling out of his parking spot and the lot in it’s entirety.

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A/N: I was trying so hard to finish this before the episodes dropped so if this is kinda shitty IM SORRY

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x you #steve harrington imagine #billy hargove imagine #stranger things

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aamleh · 2 years

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So i’ve been thinking… bear with me because it’s late and my mind is all jumbled but hear me out:

Mike is shown to be extremely caring with his friends, especially when it comes to Will. Mike would do anything for them, he is a smart cookie, pretty street-smart, that boy knows how to work under pressure. He is constantly defending Will against bullies, not only him, Dustin was one of them at the quarry scene, but it was always with Will in the back of his mind. So anyway, he loves his friends and would protect them if anything happens, it’s in his nature. Keep in mind that Mike is overly protective of Will.

Fastforward to El! He is shown to enact a lot of care for her because of course he loves her, but we know as fellow Byler analysts that he doesn’t love her, so his attitude seem a bit off compared to how he reacts to Dustin being missing (trying to reach out to him multiple times and being worried), and with Will, whom Mike chased after him to Castle Byers, when the Mind Flayer take control of Billy in the sauna (checking on Will) and, the first episode cinema incident. we never saw Mike directly being concerned with El, if im remembering correctly, there’s not even a simple « are you okay? » exchanged, there’s barely any conversations with them this season who seems truthful and without interruption, we’re left with crumbs and barely an explanation. They don’t talk it out at all. Mike doesn’t offers her reassurance, it’s Max and Hopper throughout the season, even his most important monologue of the season is said without her being in the room.

So, If Mike can check on his missing friends and on Will, what’s so different about El? Well, we need to talk about season 4!

Consciously or not, Mike is in love with Will, im not doing an analysis on here but you get my jam. He id convinced he loves El, she is his girlfriend right, so why does he seemed cold with her all goddamn season? Not bothering to check on her at Rink O Mania when Angela shows up, bc clearly El was exuding extreme discomfort, Will picked it on. Not bothering to try to understand her outburst and gaslighting her at the table for it while being all frosty and unbothered and checking on her the morning AFTER. Him not trying to reach after coming back to Hawkins.

The reason is that Mike doesn't consider El as his friend. She is his girlfriend, yes, but they never were friends, they don’t share anything, they don’t understand each other. My point is, Mike doesn’t know what El is in his life because as i said,he never considered her a friend in the first place, it was a crush on an on, and he struggles with the fact that he don’t love her like he think he should because he loves Will, she has no label because he just don’t truly know her and the relationship they have

But he knows Dustin and Lucas, he knows his truth, they’re his friends, the line is clear.

Will is also his friend, but he reacts to him like his lover and he don’t understand the line. It’s messy and a gap is formed between them because of that, because there’s a missing piece inside, and the romantic love he feels for him expand the gap with his own girlfriend bc his instinct is framed on Will even if he is not aware.

So if he treats Will as a lover, subconsciously or not, he can’t treat El like one, but if she isn’t, is she a friend? No, but they can be.

Mike is someone who’ll do anything for the one he loves, but with El? The lines are blurred real hard too. He needs to accept himself and his truth in order to understand his relationship and embrace El as a whole and gain trust and understanding of who she really is, because she’s not the one for him, he can’t come up with himself to try to be here, because his heart is already elsewhere while he tried for El to take Will’s place.

Mike loves El dearly, he cares for her more than anything but the fact that he restrains what he feels for her in a box she don’t fit would never allow him to truly embrace the potential of his love for her, it will always be tense under false pretence, and once he realise he would be the most amazing friend she ever has, they will finally be able to grow and find themselves and be true to one an other!! El needs someone who can be honest with themselves in order to love her romantically, and she needs to free herself first and seek her true path and what she wants to be

#Byler #mike wheeler #el hopper #will byers #i love el don’t get me wrong she deserves the world #im talking about mike here

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mothrite · 8 months

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Something inside me

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SUMMERY; Max and Lucas both come to realizations that change their relationship for the better <3

WARNINGS; Slight Internalized Homophobia and transphobia, Billy Hargrove is the worst but he slays in this fic, trans he/they bi max, poly bi Lucas, Lumax, Byclair, Lucas has a crush on this friend and freaks out over it, Max experiences gender euphoria for the first time

AN; I’m so sorry this took so long Anon!!! I really wanted this to turn out well because I fell in love with this idea! Proof read by me againl!! (Btw this takes place pre season 3, post season 2) Ok so like, i started this in late 2022.... it's now late 2023. didnt have the energy to finish this and I want it OUT of my drafts

Max hated it. Max hated every time someone would call them “pretty” “beautiful” or any other term of the sort. They just hated it. They hated being a girl and being told that they should wear more skirts and put their hair up more. They especially hated it when they were told to wear dresses to events. They just wanted to be free and be able to wear what they want. Max didn’t want to be seen as a girl and they weren’t really sure why. They didn’t know how they wanted to be seen

That was until mid June. Max had been forced to go out with their mom to some kind of meeting since Billy and Neil were both out. They had been wearing a hoodie and pants with their usual red vans, the hood covered the top half of their face and their hair was tucked into the back of the hood, in two braids. They weren’t exactly paying attention, mostly just reading random signs that scattered the hallway they were in with their mother when one of their mother’s recent friends approached them. They hadn’t really been listening to the conversation until they heard something that struck a flame in them.

“Oh and your son is so handsome! He just has the most amazing blue eyes!” Max’s head quickly turned to the woman in question who had long black hair and was clad in a flowing blue dress. A smile crept to the corners of Max’s mouth and they tried to cover their now red cheeks that had flushed in embarrassment and flattery. She thought I was a boy? But I look so…ugh.

The smile dropped and their fingers went cold when their mother had spoken up.

“Oh no no no, this is my daughter, Maxine.”

That day as Max was on their way home with their mother they kept thinking about it. Could people truly see them as a boy?

He wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t supposed to like him and think of him the way he does. Lucas beat himself up for it but he couldn’t deny the fact that he found his best friend, Will Byers, attractive. He couldn’t deny the fact that he gets butterflies when he sees Will smiling and talking to him. His heart would skip a beat whenever Will invited Lucas to hang out. He hated himself for it cause it felt so wrong. He knew he still loved Max. And he knew that it was wrong for a boy to like another boy that way.

He sat in his room, some music playing lowly on a radio that stood on his desk. He forced himself to get up and walk to the phone in the kitchen of his home, though his body resented the action after laying down and doing a whole lot of nothing that day. Just as he was dialing in Max’s number the phone rang and he picked it up.

“Hello-?”

“Lucas! I didn’t think you’d pick up so fast!”

“Will? Is that you?”

“The one and only! I was wondering if we could hang out at your place for a bit? You know just us without Mike and Dustin”

Lucas’s heart beat had quickly sped up at the words and his cheeks became dusted with a shade of dark red.

“That sounds great Byers, see you in 15?”

“See ya! Bye!”

“Bye..”

Lucas Sinclair had a dilemma. One he couldn’t figure out on his own. He knew who he had to speak too, Eleven Hopper.

(MY ASS IS NOT FINISHING THIS GOODBAI.)

#stranger things #fanfiction #strangerthings fanfic #maxine mayfield #lucas sinclair #lumax

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Cute

13 Days of Halloween 2021

Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader and Stu Macher x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2638 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Wearing spooky matching jammies and watching Hocus Pocus with Billy and Stu

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Movie nights were incredibly common between you and your friends.

You all loved watching movies, and that only intensified around this time of the year.

It was spooky season after all, and from where you were sitting, there was no better time to cuddle up with a blanket and some hot cocoa to watch a great movie.

A task that you couldn’t have possibly done without your two favorite boys by your side.

Not that you did anything without Billy and Stu anyway, because it seemed like the three of you were attached at the hip most of the time.

...but why wouldn’t you have been?

You loved those dorks, and they loved you, which was exactly why this night was so important to you.

When you first suggested this little movie night, you were sure that they were going to agree but the rest of your plan was a little outside of the norm.

Normally, when you and the boys planned to get together for a movie night, Billy picked you up from your house and took you over to Stus. The latter had the best television of the three of you and his folks were always out.

Naturally, that made it the perfect choice.

From there, the night always went the same way. You brought the snacks, Billy brought the films, and Stu provided the venue. It might not have been the perfect set up, but you made it work.

...and it did.

The established plan you had worked fine, but you had another idea for how tonight could go, just so see how it went.

It couldn’t have been that bad, though, you were sure that at least one of the men you loved would have a different opinion.

Billy thought movie night was sacred, and you knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to like the idea of changing it at all. He found comfort in the things he knew he could rely on, like the two of you.

You and Stu were his entire world, and the things you shared were important to him. He didn’t like to change it up or move away from the things he liked, but you had a plan for that too.

You always had a plan where your boys were concerned.

You loved them both more than anything and no matter what you were going to put them through in the name of Halloween, you knew that at the end of the day they were going to have just as much fun as you.

That was what the three of you did best when you were together.

Which, given the sound of Billy’s horn out front, was about to come in handy. So, without so much as a second thought, you gathered the bags you’d prepared for this, and headed out your front door.

It was much more than you normally brought for stuff like this but you hoped that you could play it off until it was time for the surprise.

“I thought I was going to have to come in and get you” Billy teased, as you got in the truck, tossing your carefully tied bags in the backseat without hesitation.

The less attention you drew to them, the better.

“A proper gentleman certainly would have” you countered, a smile on your face as you settled into your place. Stu didn’t live too far away and the ride wouldn’t take long but that didn’t mean it had to be any less of an event.

You and Billy had a great relationship singularly, just as you and Stu did, and both males did without you.

Something like that was important, no matter how many people were involved.

“Yeah, I’m sure they would have” he shrugged, not paying it any mind. Billy knew that he was plenty a gentleman, even if he didn’t handle himself like one at all times.

After all, he wasn’t a meet-them-at-the-door type. He was much more of a sneaking through your window kind of guy.

“That’s okay, I’ve always liked the bad boys better anyway” you grinned, grabbing hold of his free hand in your own, taking it from its original place atop your thigh.

Wasn’t that the truth.

You liked them so much, you got two of them.

“Speaking of, we’re here” Billy announced, sitting with you in the driveway for a few moments before turning the car off.

If you waited out here any longer, you were sure Stu would come out looking for you, barefoot and going on and on about being left out. As cute as he was, both you and Billy would have preferred to avoid that.

It would save you an hour of the lanky blonde sticking his feet under either of your shirts, complaining about how cold they were.

“Let's do this” you cooed in response, gathering your things from the backseat and heading up to the house, much bigger and extravagant than any other house in this small town thanks to his parent’s money.

You remembered being shocked the first time you had gone in, finding the house just as nice inside as out but now, you didn’t even hesitate when you reached the door.

Stu never locked it, assuring you that he was as safe as could be.

While you weren’t entirely sure that you believed that, you didn’t bother to question it either. You knew well enough that nothing you said was going to change anything anyway.

Not where Stu was concerned.

...and since you were sure he was waiting for you both inside, you didn’t really want to worry about it now.

More than anything, you just wanted to get this night started. The sooner you did, the sooner you could actually get into all the fun you had planned.

“Ding dong, the parties here” you announced, followed closely by Billy who closed the door as soon as the two of you were safely inside.

Stu didn’t make himself known at first, likely fiddling with something or trying to give you the heebie jeebies but the jig was up pretty quickly when he realized it wasn’t working, and of course it wasn’t.

Both you and Billy knew that he was home alone tonight, and there was nowhere else he’d ever be when he was supposed to hang out with you two.

He had never missed a movie night.

Not even once.

“Wow, I see how it is. What if I was getting murdered?” he groaned, peeking out from the corner. He had been hiding there since he heard Billy’s car pull up outside and as if that wasn’t bad enough, you two didn’t even try to find him.

It was unbelievable.

“You’re right. How could we be so irresponsible?” you teased, watching the blonde fake betrayal as dramatically as he could.

Clearly, the chances he was being murdered right this second were drastically higher than at any other time before.

You should have immediately assumed that he was being killed whenever he wasn’t in front of you from this point on.

“Do you want us to come back in?” Billy offered, following your train of thought, his dry delivery making the entire exchange that much funnier. He didn’t get nearly as excitable as Stu, but he never once put him down either.

He just rolled with the punches, with as much love as he could.

“No, it’s too late. I’m already dead” Stu cheesed, sticking his tongue out as if that would prove it before giving you both hugs and kisses, moving on from his little bit.

There was fun to get to after all.

“Dead or not, I brought some surprises” you hummed, holding up the bags you knew that Billy had been eyeing since you first brought them out to the car.

Inside were all the goodies and treats you’d brought for your partners to enjoy with you for the best movie night you could have ever planned.

You put everything into this, and you were so excited.

That was your favorite time of year and you were determined to pack as much fun as you possibly could into what you had left of the season.

Whether the boys wanted to really be a part of it or not.

“So, I know you might not be a huge fan of this but I came across these the other day and I couldn’t help myself” you grinned, addressing your words to Billy mostly.

The truth was, you knew that Stu was a lot more agreeable to everything that you could come up with because he didn’t have a problem looking like a fool, especially for a laugh.

Billy, on the other hand, was less likely to allow the goofy stuff.

He took himself a lot more seriously than either of you, and it took a little bit more of a push to get him to open up more toward experiences he wasn’t familiar with.

Which was where the two of you came in.

You helped one another, and especially where Billy was concerned, it tended to lead to all three of you having a good time. It just took a lot of warming up and nudging each other outside of your comfort zones sometimes.

All that was to say that the other day, you’d found a full set of matching Halloween pajamas for adults, which you definitely couldn’t leave on the shelf.

They were too cute.

The idea that the three of you could all put on matching skeleton pjs to sit around and watch a movie was too good, and you definitely weren’t going to move on without them.

How could you possibly do that knowing how cute the two of them would look all dressed in spooky onesies?

It was happening, and really, it wasn’t even up to you.

You had to buy them.

“Ta-da” you laughed, removing one of the onesies after the other, and handing them to each of the men in tandem.

You were sure that they were going to fit differently on both of them but since they didn’t have feet attached, you figured they’d work for Stu too, even if they were a bit too high on his ankles.

He couldn’t help that he had long ass legs.

“What is this?” Billy almost groaned, not shocking you with his unwillingness. Admittedly, this was pretty far out of what the three of you normally did.

Of course, you always ended up in your pajamas when movie night rolled around but it wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined for tonight.

Typically, Billy just wore his white shirt and his boxers, with Stu joining him similarly with the exception of that red robe on top that he insisted made him look like Hugh Heffner.

These were definitely pretty far out of that box, but you couldn’t help yourself.

The three of you were always trying to find ways to get closer and wearing matching pajamas marketed to parents with young children was certainly doing to do that, if not make for a good time.

It was bound to be funny.

Still, the boys shared that look that told you they were currently debating whether or not they were going to take part in this.

Stu broke first, like he always did.

He took another look at the pajamas you’d handed him before deciding that it wouldn’t hurt him to do what you wanted to do, at least for one night. You did plenty of goofy things when he asked.

It wasn’t like anyone else was here to see it beside you or Billy anyway.

“Come on buddy, I’m sure it’ll be adorable” Stu chimed in, taking your shared boyfriend's hand and leading him into the other room so that they could get changed, using that cheesy nickname against him.

It didn’t seem as romantic as something more traditional like baby or honey but for the two of them, it worked.

“I got a tape to watch too, so I’ll start with some snacks” you called, sure that you could do both by the time Stu wrestled Billy into those silly jammies. He was a lot like a kitten facing a bathtub in that way.

Thankfully, once you got all cuddled up on the couch in a pile, you were sure he’d loosen up.

He always did once he realized that he was safe to be who he was, and it was just the three of you in a shared space.

The snacks, of course, were boxes of all the boys favorite movie theater candy along with some jiffy popcorn that was ready in a few minutes.

It was perfect.

Though, the cherry on top of this whole thing was the tape that you’d gotten from Randy at school today. It was one of your favorites, and while it wasn’t any more than a few years old, you’d probably seen it a hundred times.

It was an instant classic but knowing your horror obsessed lovers, you were sure they had never seen it.

Billy and Stu didn’t really watch movies if they weren’t horror, which you loved too, but sometimes, you needed a bit of classic family fun.

...and there was no better way to do that than with Hocus Pocus.

It was wonderful, and you knew that even someone as into horror as Billy would love it if he gave it a chance.

A chance that evidently he’d decided to give, because when you finally made your way into the living room with the snacks, all decked out in your own onesie, you found both males there waiting.

Of course, Billy was pouting, curled up into Stu’s side on the couch, though he brightened up a bit when he saw you, looking as cozy as ever.

He might have felt stupid but both you and Stu definitely looked adorable.

At least that was a plus.

“I knew they’d be cute” you gasped, watching the two of them as happy as ever. This was the most precious thing you’d ever seen and it was just the tip of the iceberg.

There was still a whole movie night ahead of you.

“You’re not so bad yourself sugar” Stu smiled, patting the space on the other side of him as your cue to take your place. This whole thing wasn’t where they thought tonight was going, but it wasn’t bad so far.

After all, it wasn’t like you had gone out of your way to torment them ever before. This was just your idea of a good time and since they loved you, they weren’t going to argue.

Besides, he was kind of excited to see what kind of movie you’d picked out. Normally, Billy came over with a couple films ready and the potential tonight had was already past what they were used to.

It was bound to be good no matter what.

“How are you holding up, bud?” he continued, brooding the other male lovingly in the side until he stopped being a grump, which eventually came with a sigh.

Of course, he would have been much happier watching psycho in his underwear but at least, the three of you were together. One thing was for sure, you were both lucky.

Lucky that he loved you, and lucky he was willing to do anything to make you happy.

“This movie better be good” he decided, reaching over to snag one of the candy boxes from your lap, a small smirk pulling on his lips that told you that he was more glad to be here than he would have had you believe before.

He loved this stuff just as much as you and Stu, he just didn’t want to admit it as easily.

You all loved Halloween, and everything it meant.

There was no getting around that.

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The Other Side

Mob Boss!Billy Russo (Jigsaw) x Fem!Reader AU Overview

A/N: I’ve got a few ideas for some little drabbles for this AU but I wanted to post a bit of background first.

My Masterlist

The events of the Punisher season one are the same, with Billy betraying Frank, and the showdown at the carousel which leaves Billy scarred.

When he wakes up, the majority of his memories are intact though he feigns amnesia to manipulate his therapist - Dr Durmont.

He’s familiar with people using him to achieve their own means, and he can see that Durmont is slowly becoming infatuated with him.

So, once he’s broken out of the hospital he seeks out Durmont who provides him with a place to stay, and access to a number of other former soldiers which he recruits into his business.

From there, Billy rebuilds his empire.

He picks up contacts he knew through Rawlins, establishing himself as a name in the weapons smuggling business.

He makes his money, buying more and more of the city, until he owns a number of clubs and hotels, establishing his territory clearly.

Durmont was a means to an end, though there were times where Billy believed her words. That she was the only one who would ever look out for him.

He kills her himself. As a statement to her, and himself, that he doesn’t need anyone to look out for him.

Then you appear.

You work for the FBI or some other government agency.

You had heard about the nickname he had earned from the scars on his face - Jigsaw. No one ever called him Billy. It was Mr Russo, or Jigsaw. He had any images of him wiped from as many databases as possible. Aside from an old grainy photo from his time in Afghanistan, you didn’t know what he looked like.

You were impressed by how quickly he had established himself in the city’s underground activity. Of course, that meant your workload increased, so you weren’t too impressed.

It was after yet another fruitless raid on a warehouse by the docks, when you receive the first phone call from him.

At first, you’re terrified. He’s remarkably casual as you talk - though in truth he does the majority of the talking - his voice is smooth and light and you find yourself still reeling hours later. You’re wary as you walk home that night, constantly looking over your shoulder.

In his next phone call, he assures you that he doesn’t mean you any harm. Which only proves that he was watching you the other night. You’re not sure whether you’re actually reassured by that.

The next time you’re tired and stressed when he calls, and you end up snapping at him. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re frozen in fear. But then he laughs softly, a genuine laugh that you’ve never heard from him before.

From that point onwards, you accept that he’s too clever for you to actually catch him, and he certainly isn’t going to stop his phone calls, so you might as well enjoy the company.

Billy grows attached to you quite quickly. He ensures your safety, buying your apartment building through a few of his subsidiary companies. He keeps tabs on you, sometimes even tailing you himself just to make sure you’re safe.

Part of him wants to keep you at a distance. He doesn’t want to rely on anyone. Now that he’s finally fought his way to the top again, he can’t afford to have a weakness. Even though he won’t admit it, he’s also afraid of your rejection. Whilst you seem to be warming up to him, you haven’t seen his face. He’s convinced himself that, should you see his face, your interest in him will turn to disgust.

Whilst you’re curious about his scars, you’re far too occupied by the fact that you might be falling for this incredibly dangerous criminal. Which will put your career, and entire life in jeopardy.

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thimbil · 3 years

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Having some thoughts about the references and inspirations used for the Bad Batch’s designs.

So Boba Fett is my absolute favorite character and Temeura Morrison was perfect casting. I went to see the 2008 TCW movie in theaters because I was so excited to see him again, even if he was animated. You can imagine my disappointment. Whoever was on screen was not Temeura Morrison. You could sort of see a resemblance if you squinted and didn’t think too hard about it. They replaced Temeura with Racially Ambiguous G.I. Joe. If I didn’t know better and someone told me the animated clones are space Italians from the moon of New Jersey I would buy it. One Million Brothers Pizzeria and Italian Bistro. Not that there’s something wrong with being space Italian, I just don’t think it’s the right choice for the Fetts. The design got slightly improved by season 7 but it still bugs the hell out of me.

I did eventually get into the show later and (of course) got invested in the clones. Unfortunately, they were largely sidelined by the Jedi storylines. Out of the two new main characters created for TCW, Ahsoka definitely got more development and focus than Rex. When they announced The Bad Batch, I was excited to see a show specifically devoted to the clones… at least that’s what it said on the tin. We have all seen what lurks beneath those stylish helmets.

Jango Fett, you are NOT the father.

So who is?

Based on interviews with Filoni, it sounds like the Bad Batch was a George Lucas idea. And like all his ideas, it’s super derivative. The original trilogy directly lifted elements from sci fi serials, westerns, and samurai movies, more specifically Kurosawa films like The Hidden Fortress. For The Bad Batch character designs, the influence is obviously American action and adventure movies.

Now let’s get specific. Bad Batch, who’s your daddy?

Hunter

Sylvester Stallone as Rambo in First Blood 1982. That bandana has become an integral part of the iconic action hero look. You see a character wearing one and it’s a visual shorthand for either “this character is a tough guy” like Billy played by Sonny Landham in Predator 1987, or “this character thinks he is/wants to be a tough guy” like Brand played by Josh Brolin in The Goonies 1985 or Edward Frog played by Corey Feldman in The Lost Boys 1987.

Hunter’s model is closest to the original clone base. If you look closely you will see the eyebrows are straighter with a much lower angle to the arch. His nose is also not the same shape as a standard clone like Rex, including a narrower bridge. It’s certainly not Temeura Morrison’s nose. Remember what I said about space Italians? It didn’t take much to push the existing clone design to resemble an specific Italian man instead of a specific Māori man. The 23&Me came back, and Hunter inherited more than the bandana from Sylvester.

Crosshair

The long narrow nose, the sharp cheekbones, the scowl. That’s no clone, that’s just animated Clint Eastwood. Not even Young and Hot Clint Eastwood from Rawhide 1959-1965. With that hair, I’m talking Gran Torino 2008. The man of few words schtick and family friendly toothpick in lieu of cigar are pure Eastwood as The Man With No Name from Sergio Leone’s spaghetti westerns A Fist Full of Dollars 1964, For a Few Dollars More 1965, and The Good the Bad and the Ugly 1966.

In a way, this is full circle because the actor Jeremy Bulloch took inspiration from Clint Eastwood for his performance as Boba Fett in ESB.

Wrecker

In an interview Filoni lists the Hulk as an (obvious) inspiration for Wrecker. Ever seen the old Hulk tv show from 1978? Well take a look at the actor who played him, Lou Ferrigno. Would you look at that. Even has his papa’s nose.

You could make the argument that Wrecker was influenced by The Rock, an appropriately buff ‘n bald Polynesian (Samoan, not Maori) man. But look at him next his Fast and Furious costar Vin Diesel and tell me which one resembles Wrecker’s character model more.

Tech

Tech is a little trickier for me to place. If he has a more direct inspiration it must be something I haven’t seen. That said, his hairline is very Bruce Willis as John McClane in Die Hard 1988. His quippiness and large glasses remind me of Shane Black as Hawkins from Predator 1987. In terms of his face, he looks a but like the result of McClane and Hawkins deciding to settle down and start a family. Although, Tech’s biggest contributors are probably just everyone on TV Trope’s list for Smart People Wear Glasses.

And finally,

Echo

Oh Echo. Considering he wasn’t created for the Bad Batch, he probably wasn’t based on a particular character or movie. But if I had to guess, his situation and appearance remind me a lot of Alex Murphy played by Peter Weller in Robocop 1987. However, Robocop explored the Man or Machine Identity Crisis with more nuance, depth, and dignity. Yikes.

The exact tropes and references used in The Bad Batch have been done successfully with characters who aren’t even human. Gizmo from Gremlins 2: The New Batch 1990 had a brief stint with the Rambo bandana. I could have picked any number of characters for Defining Feature Is Glasses but here is the most cursed version of Simon of Alvin and the Chipmunks. Suffer as I have. Marc Antony with his beloved Pussyfoot from Looney Tunes has the same tough guy with a soft center vibe as Wrecker and his Lula (also a kind of cat). Hell, in the same show we have Cad Bane sharing Cowboy Clint Eastwood with Crosshair. I actually think Bane makes a better Eastwood which is wild considering Crosshair has Eastwood’s entire face and Bane is blue.

So we’ve established you don’t need your characters to look exactly like their inspirations to match their vibe. So why go through the trouble and cost of creating completely new character designs instead of recycling and altering assets they already had on hand? Just slap on a bandana, toothpick, goggles, and make Wrecker bigger than the others while he does a Hulk pose and you’re done. Based on the general reaction to Howzer it would have been a low effort slam dunk crowd pleaser.

But they didn’t do that.

So here’s the thing. I like the tropes used in The Bad Batch. I am a fan of action adventure movies from the 80s-90s, the sillier the better. I am part of the Bad Batch’s target audience. Considering what I know about Disney and Lucasfilm, I went in with low expectations. I genuinely don’t hate the idea of seeing references to these actors and media in The Bad Batch. I don’t think basing these characters on tropes was a bad idea. If anything it’s a solid starting point for building the characters.

The trouble is nothing got built on the foundation. The plot is directionless, the pacing is wacky, and the characters have nearly no emotional depth or defining character arcs. They just sort of exist without reacting much while the story happens around them. But I can excuse all of that. You don’t stay a fan of Star Wars as long as I have not being able to cherrypick and fill in the gaps. This show has a deeper issue that shouldn’t be ignored.

Why do the animated clones bear at best only a passing resemblance to their live action actor? In interviews, Filoni wouldn’t shut up but the technological advancements in the animation for season 7. So if they are updating things, why not try to make the clones a closer match to their source material? Why did they have to look like completely different people in The Bad Batch to be “unique”? Looking like Temeura Morrison would have no bearing on their special abilities and TCW proved you can have identical looking characters and still have them be distinct. In fact, that’s a powerful theme and the source of tragedy for the clones’ narrative overall.

Here’s Filoni’s early concept art of Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, and Hunter. (Interesting but irrelevant: Wrecker seems to have a cog tattoo similar to Jesse’s instead of a scar. Wouldn’t it have been funny if they kept that so when they met in season 7 one if them could say something like “Hey we’re twins!” That’s a little clone humor. Just for you guys 😘)

None of these drawings look like the clones in TCW, much less Temeura Morrison. Let’s be generous. Maybe Filoni struggles with drawing a real person’s likeness, as many people do. But he had to hand this off to other artists down the line whose job specifically involves making a stylized character resemble their actor. Yet the final designs missed the mark almost as much as this initial concept. Starting to seem as if the clones looking more like Temeura Morrison was never even on the table. It wasn’t a lack of creativity, skill or technical limitations on the part of the creative team. I don’t think there is an innocent explanation. They went out of their way to make the final product exactly how we got it.

This goes beyond homage. They could have made the same pop culture references and character tropes without completely stripping Temeura Morrison from the role he originated. It was a very purposeful choice to replace him with more immediately familiar actors from established franchises and films. It wouldn’t shock me if Filoni, Lucas, and anyone else calling the shots didn’t even think hard or care enough about the decision to immediately recognize a problem. And I don’t think they believed anyone else would either. At least no one whose opinion they cared about. Those faces are comfortingly familiar and proven bankable. They are what we’re all used to seeing after all. They’re white.

Lack of imagination, bad intentions, or simple ignorance doesn’t really matter in the end. The result is the same. Call it what it is. They replaced a man of color with a bunch of white guys. That’s by the book garden variety run of the mill whitewashing. There’s no debate worth having about it. For a fanbase that loves to nitpick things like whether or not it’s in character for Han to shoot first or Jeans Guy in the Mandalorian, we sure are quick to find excuses for clones who look nothing like their template. Why is that? If you don’t see the problem, congratulations. Your ass is showing. Pull your jeans up.

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magicalqueennightmare · 1 year

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Sins & Amends Chapter 26

(Gif by @ banditthewriter)

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Frank adjusts to life as "Pete" while Karen gets assigned to interview a certain up and coming CEO

Weeks passed and whether you liked it or not time marched forward. You had to once again pick up the pieces and reform your version of normal.

Frank was living across the city and now going by the name Pete. You managed to see him face to face a couple times a month and most of those times was when he showed up after one of Curtis' meetings. You weren't ignorant to the fact of why Curtis always knew when Frank would be showing up.

He always avoided around the first of the month and last of the month which was when Billy would drop off a check to Curtis to help with rental of the building and other expenses that came along with the programs that were offered to the vets. You made sure to stay away those times as well. You missed seeing some of the familiar faces you'd come to know but you were glad that despite everything else Billy had at least chosen to not turn his back on Curt.

You hated seeing Frank so infrequently but he kept in contact with you as much as he could. You knew the way his head worked good enough to know that whatever happened in Kandahar was still haunting him especially after Schoonover all but confirming that the massacre at the carousel was connected. You also knew that he would come to you with it in time. He had to make that step, you couldn't force him.

You and Karen had grown closer than you already were. She reminded you of Maria in a lot of ways, not that anyone would ever replace her. Karen was her own woman as well. She was smart, opinionated, proven time and again to be brave and unwilling to back down when it came to doing what was right or uncovering a truth. You wouldn't hesitate to call her one of your best friends and she fit right in with Curtis, Alice and Kenzie seamlessly.

Foggy was now working at the same law firm as his off again/ on again girlfriend Marci and Matt had went into working solo. They were talking more often and you had hope that New York had not seen the last of Nelson & Murdock. Trust once broken needed time to heal but they'd been friends too long and cared about each other too much to simply walk away.

A part of you simply hoped that everyone could just find peace. Something you all so desperately needed.

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You were coming off a twenty four hour shift and wanted nothing more than to go home, shower and sleep until time to go back in. The calls had been back and back and while some of them were nonsense like the man that was constipated or comical like the frat boy who managed to get his head stuck between the railings of the stairs, most of them had been actual emergencies.

You trudged into the door of your apartment and dropped your bag on the floor. You bent to take your boots off and your phone started ringing. You stared at it for a few moments before finally deciding to answer. You smiled when you realized it was Karen "Hey Kare. What's up?"

You could practically see the nervous smile playing across her face from her tone of voice "Well um can I come by? I know you just got off but I've got coffee and blueberry muffins!" "Uh oh" you laughed and when she made a confused sound you clarified "Last time you bribed me you needed me to get you out of dinner with Ellison and his wife so what's going on?"

She chuckled nervously "you know what? I'm getting out the cab downstairs so we can talk in five minutes. Bye!" Before you could say goodbye she hung up so you reached back to unlatch your door before continuing to remove your boots.

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You were sitting at your kitchen table with your head leaned over on your arms by the time Karen's blonde hair peeked around the corner. "Hey sweetie!" She greeted holding a coffee out. You sat up and took it cautiously "So we diving in head first or wading in the shallow end?" You asked once she was sitting across from you and offering a muffin out.

She nodded then smiled "I've got assigned a big article" "Awesome. I'm proud of you. What's that got to do with the weirdness?" "It's interviewing the CEO of the most successful up and coming private security business on the east coast" she explained.

You slowly sat the muffin back down on the table "Oh" "Yeah oh. Look I'll tell Ellison to find someone else if you don't want me to" just the fact that she'd offer to refuse made you smile but your hangups shouldn't affect her job. "No, I don't want you to do that. I mean he is going good with Anvil and it's offered a lot of vets a second chance. It's not bad to put a spotlight on that and I'm sure he enjoys basking in it as well. It's apparently what he's always wanted"

She studied you for a moment, no doubt searching for any uncertainty on your face so you tried to keep it as neutral as possible. "Ok. I'll tell Ellison I'll do it" you nodded then took another sip of your coffee "Are you still up for movie night with me and Alice this weekend? Kenz is going out of town to a conference so it'll just be us till she gets back" "Of course" she replied with a grin before going into her usual line of questions as to how your shift had been.

The rest of the week went by in pretty much a blur. Between back to back shifts, helping Curtis with the soup kitchen on Wednesday and your Thursday meeting with Kenzie it was the weekend before you realized it which also meant two glorious days off for you and Alice.

Friday morning Karen texted you around nine thirty to let you know she was dropping by Anvil for the interview and wondering if you wanted to meet for a late lunch. You texted back a confirmation on a late lunch then rolled back over willing yourself to catch a little more sleep.

The line of interview requests was getting annoying at this point. There was only so many times Billy could sit in front of a reporter, slap on a fake smile and answer the same exact questions he already had a dozen times.

The most recent request came from The Bulletin and if he was being honest the only reason he had accepted was because it was the only paper in New York that had even attempted to paint Frank as anything short of a monster.

The appointment was scheduled for ten and at nine fifty eight on the dot there was a knock at his office door. He stood and straightened his tie as he walked across the floor. He was expecting the same run of the mill middle aged, balding man to be on the other side but instead there was a blonde woman that was around your age with a hesitant smile.

She held out her hand before he could even ask "Mr Russo? I'm Karen Page with the bulletin" the way she held herself seemed almost familiar to the point it took Billy a split second to respond "Nice to meet you and please just call me Billy"

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The questions Karen asked were different from the other papers. She stayed poised with her pen over her notepad and every time he gave an answer that would've had any other reporter beaming she instead would come back with an even more in depth question. There was an edge to the way she asked that almost had him questioning the possibility of her having been a former conquest from his not so savory dating days.

The reasoning behind her hostility was answered towards the end of the interview "The name Anvil. I've read a lot of your other interviews to prep for this one, didn't want to repeat questions and I've never seen it asked. Where did the name come from?"

He felt a smile pull at the corner of his lips as the memory of you laying across his chest as you proposed the name flashed through his mind "Honestly Miss Page I wouldn't be here today without the person who chose the name Anvil for this company" her jaw visibly tensed while she wrote down what he'd said and for a second he thought that would be the end of the questions but when she glanced back up there was a small flicker of annoyance that passed over her blue eyes. "That person must have been very important to you. Are they still in your life?"

Any trace of a smile left his face when he thought back to the last time he'd held you in his arms, the night he truly lost any chance of a future with you. "Sadly no. She and I separated a while back" Karen scoffed loudly which caused him to raise an eyebrow "Is something wrong Miss Page?" She shook her head and started to gather her things "Not at all Mr Russo"

She walked halfway across his office then stopped and turned around "You know I was going to keep my mouth shut but I've never been really good at that. So if you cared about her so much and speak of her in terms like sadly no we separated why did you ever break her heart not once but twice?" Before he could respond she said "You know what? Nevermind. My editor will email you a copy of my article before it's printed. Have a good day"

He stared at the open door for only god knows how long. Every memory of you flooded through his head. How the hell did you know one of The Bulletin's top reporters? Her question of "why did you ever break her heart not once but twice?" Was still ringing through his mind when his phone ringing drew him out his own thoughts. He made a mental note to ask Curtis later that night about Karen Page then turned his attention back to business.

When you walked into the restaurant Karen had told you to meet her at around two you spotted her sitting at a table in the back. She smiled when she glanced up and spotted you so you worked your way over.

"Hey Karen" you greeted with a smile as you sat down across from her and asked the waitress for a lemonade before she handed you a menu and disappeared.

Karen you noticed was being uncharacteristically quiet so you bumped her foot with your own under the table. "Miss Page do you want to share with the class?"

She finally met your eyes and it was like the dam she'd been holding back decided to burst all at once "The interview went fine but I could not sit there and listen to his bullshit a moment longer! I asked him about the name Anvil because while I'm a professional and while I know we didn't even know each other then I know he messed with your head pretty bad so I was just curious as to what he'd say"

You could feel how big your eyes had gotten during her rant so you simply asked "Well what did he say?" "That he wouldn't be where he was without the person who named Anvil and he acted like he was upset that the two of you had ended although he's the one who broke your heart twice so I kind of snapped at him...please don't be mad" whether it was the fact that Karen closer resembled a puppy that had been scolded at the moment or how funny you found the mental image of Billy just sitting there a bit confused while this woman he'd never met went off on him you hadn't even thought to be mad at Karen.

"Of course I'm not mad at you. I just hope he didn't say anything to Ellison" you replied and she shook her head "No actually he thanked Ellison for the interview and said it went smoothly" you bit out a laugh "Must have been too embarrassed to say anything" she shrugged shyly before a smile slipped onto her face and pretty soon both of you were laughing.

When the article about Billy and Anvil came out the following monday you couldn't help yourself so you bought an issue of The Bulletin on your way to work. Karen and Alice had both ended up staying at your place from friday night all the way to sunday afternoon. Teenager you would've been in heaven from the adult version of a two day long slumber party but it was actually cleansing. You felt better than you had in a long time.

You walked into the bays at the station house and greeted Evans and Rogers who were washing the trucks. "Feel free to hit my rig up next" you teased with a smile. Alice was standing at the counter pouring herself a glass of orange juice when you walked through the common area and held a second glass out to you. "Good morning partner" "Morning dear" you greeted as the two of you wandered into the locker room area so you could store your stuff.

You sat on the bench in front of your locker and let your eyes skim the article. It was like all of Karen's pieces, well written and informative but not boring to read. She ended it by saying "Whoever gave Mr Russo the name Anvil and the drive to open this company deserves a pat on the back as well" Alice was leaned across your shoulder reading along and giggled at the end "I think Karen would've called him an asshole in the article if she could've"

You cut your eyes back at her and she held up her hands defensively "I know, I know. We can't hate him just because he didn't want you but he could've given you a valid reason either time or you know what? He could've stayed away from you after the funeral but he didn't" you shook your head but a smile had worked it's way onto your face "You'd take my side against Chief Alice so it's not saying a lot you still wanting to slap him"

She shrugged and sat down next to you "Or we could get you back into the dating world like Karen not so subtly suggested. I mean babe it's been plenty long enough. You need to get back out in the world. You don't have to fall in love but you could have a little fun! You're still young and you're fucking gorgeous" you rolled your eyes and was about to remind her just how long it'd been since she had to deal with the dating world but an alarm went out for a structure fire that needed ambulance as well so the entire station house went into action.

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As you were pulling out onto the road she winked at you and said "Saved by the bell from discussions of your lack of a dating life"

You loved Alice but you just weren't really interested in dating. Hell you hadn't been with anyone but Billy in years. Not to mention finding someone who understood not only your personality, job, the fact that your friends who were your only family came before anyone else and your own personal baggage of trauma wouldn't exactly be easy to find. There was also the matter that you couldn't see your heart ever getting over Billy.

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Hopper & lonnie (anon)

Tw: ab*se /dr*gs

So I’ve been reading your theories about Hopper being an interject alter who is going to figure it out after his “death” after season three. I really love it, I think it fits so well. But I was wondering something.

Why does Will view Hopper, in particular, as someone who could protect him?

If it was just about being an authority figure, he could have chosen any other cop. And I’m not sure it was about Hopper as a person either, because until the events, it’s implied he and Joyce aren’t close anymore. They had something in high school but Hopper moved away years ago and is kind of an outside observer in her life now, up until Will vanishes.

So why Hopper? Why would Will attach so strongly to him?

Then I noticed the time frame. I’m not a hundred per cent sure, but I think Hopper returns to Hawkins the year before, or maybe the same year, Lonnie leaves. Which makes a lot of sense.

Back in episode two, Hopper tells the woman he’s with how sleepy Hawkins is. There hasn’t been a murder since 1923 or a su*cide since 1969. And people keep making a big deal of how he’s “a big city cop” and “things like that don’t happen in Hawkins”. It’s implied that Hopper is used to seeing darker crimes, and would recognize them if they were happening on his patch. And then shortly after he arrives in town Lonnie - a bully who relished controlling his family and loved to freeload off Joyce’s hard work - packs up and leaves for a more anonymous life in the city. It’s deeply suspicious. Why would he do that? What was he afraid of?

I think he was afraid Hopper would discover the depths of his abuse of Will.

I don’t think Hopper actually did find any evidence of that before he left, or ran him out of town or anything. Hopper seems to view Lonnie as a deadbeat, but he still wants to call him, even after Joyce tells him about the verbal abuse Lonnie used to give Will, and we see Hopper look discomfited. But he still pushes the Lonnie thing and wants to get him involved in Will’s disappearance, like he would any other dad, so I don’t think he has any idea of the truth.

What I think might have happened was that Hopper caught Lonnie in some minor crime, and pulled him to rights on it in front of Will. It could have been anything. Maybe Lonnie was drunk and mouthing off and Hopper physically restrained him. Maybe the family were going hungry to pay his debts and Hopper intervened. We don’t know. But I think there was something, and Hopper was very much the “bigger guy” in the situation. The alpha male. And for Will, it was the first time he’d seen his dad defeated like that.

And then shortly afterwards, Lonnie left. And in Will’s little kid mind, the two things HAD to be connected. Hopper scared Lonnie away! I wouldn’t be surprised if Hopper spooked Lonnie. Maybe he got in his face and said something like “I know guys like you” or “What else are you up to, out here in the woods? What else are you hiding, huh?” And Hopper is thinking meth cooking or something, but Lonnie’s mind goes to darker places and wonders how much he might really know.

When Will first sees the Demogorgon it’s as a faceless man in the woods. And he runs home and tries to call the police. Maybe he thinks it’s Lonnie or his friends and is hoping Hopper will save him again.

I just think something must have happened to make Will have such trust in Hopper as a protector, even if Hopper himself is unaware of it. I hope we get to see the flashback, and young Will forming that idea. Maybe as Hopper is wandering around the death scape figuring out what he really is, this memory will come to him as a flashback and he’ll be confused. Maybe he / the audience will misinterpret it as being about “protecting Joyce” . But we’ll see Will right there and join the dots.

Side note: I wonder if Lonnie really was cooking meth? PCP / biker meth was big among poor communities in the Eighties, and it’s a scary drug. It causes hallucinations and increases aggression. It might have made Lonnie into more of a monster when he was on it, and if he gave it to Will to get some sick kick out of seeing a kid on drugs, the hallucinogen might have been what unlocked Will’s powers. The blurring of reality and nightmares. I have no real evidence for this except the historical context, but it would explain a lot.

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Response (kaypeace21):

Tw: dr*gs/ ab*se

This actually makes a lot of sense on why Lonnie may have left and hates Hopper . He would be getting in the way of his “dr*g business” and other sick activities. Lonnie’s gf even has a biker shirt from Harley davidson- with the eagle logo and their saying “live to ride’. Which would imply lonnie is also in such biker circles. Harley davidson in the 80s had dr*g gangs too.

* the whole convo of Cynthia replacing 50 something Lonnie for a “younger model”. Is foreshadowing of Lonnie doing that to her. He replaced Joyce with a gal in her 20s. And will prob pick another young girl to use in s4/5. Like the movies hint his next gf is about Jonathan’s age-ick. They also called it “bathtub cr*nk” which is sketchy given the bathtub is what Will/mf fears and how the sensory deprivation tank is later called a tub by el . Becky even said he would get terry high and throw her in the tank/tub.

And s4 movies have quite a few biker gangs . Also would make the fact in s2 Will was forcibly injected with a needle more sinister. We see on the TV in s2 punkie brooster says they had a nightmare of having a needle forced into their arm - similar to Will

And in s2 Billy (aka William) was injected in the neck and threatened with a bat. And in s3 robin and Steve were injected in the neck and got high. I thought hopper being in a upsidedown reflection of a spoon was more of a matrix DID ref. But there could be more to it. Like you mentioned such things were cooked in spoons. It would also explain Lonnie’s “debts”.

And yeah in the st books brenner gave the subjects drugs which activated/strengthened their powers yikes . Yikes . Yikes

update- WAIT!

“One reason m*th is so prevalent in rural areas is that it can be formulated, or “cooked,” by small producers and one of the ingredients is readily found on most farms – anhydrous ammonia fertilizer. Both farmers and chemical suppliers have experienced thefts of anhydrous particularly in the Midwest.“

WHICH REMINDS ME OF the FLAYED EATING FERTILIZER AND CHEMICALS IN S3 OMG. Nancy even says farmers/chem suppliers are having fertilizer stolen omg! And she later thinks flayed tom was on drugs- “Nancy drew and the case of the missing fertilizer”.

EVEN Nancy’s proof Tom is on dr*gs is a symptom of m*th use or withdrawl from it-excessive sweating (like all the flayed in s2-3). M*th causes hyperthermia (body is at a higher temp than usual)-so they like it cold!!!!! ahhhhh. Even clammy hands that she mentioned is a symptom of m*th use. in children it can even cause seizures- like Will :(

It also does take some chemisty knowledge to COVERT various substances (including fertilizer and other chemicals) to make m*th- which reminds me of the kids saying they can convert one substance into another (when referencing why the possessed are eating chemicals). I CRACKED THE CODE!!!!!!!!!!

when m*th is made via soil it first is made into a highly corrosive liquid which is sometimes green-like the Russian lab.

“six pounds of toxic waste is created for every pound of m*th manufactured. The waste is often dumped on farms, in rivers and and is harmful to the environment.” Like all the chemical leaks relating to Hawkins lab/mf that affected crops in s2/this pic of water in s3.

#did theory #submission #lonnie byers #will byers #stranger things #jim hopper #stanger things theory

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Honesty: Season 13 Destiel Fic Part 8

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There's a scream.

Dean bolts from his room, feet pounding as he goes. He sees another figure in the dim glow of the hall.

Their eyes meet, hesitating for a moment, before entering the room and stopping in front of the crib.

Dean' vision fills with a tiny body, writhing uncomfortably, as wails force their way from his throat.

Fear drops, hard, in the pit of Dean's stomach.

Without a moments hesitation, he's bouncing Jack in his arms, attempting to sooth him.

His eyes dart to the clock on the wall. 4:56am. That can't be right, Jack has only been having the one bottle at 2:30 am, now. He has been for weeks. And even, then he's never-

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Jack's wails echo off the walls.

Dean finds Cas' eyes in the dark.

He's staring at Jack in shock, and hurriedly glances up at Dean, eyes swimming with terror and uncertainty.

Right. Even though he's been back for months, Cas has never had to raise a baby before, and he's gotten used to the routine with no unexpected surprises. Dean's terrified, but he can't image what Cas is feeling.

So Dean moves. Check the obvious first.

He crosses to the changing table, quickly disposing of Jack's diaper. Cas follows.

Dean sighs when it does nothing to quiet the kid's screams.

It wasn't the diaper, he definitely isn't hungry.

Was it a nightmar-wait can babies even get nightmar-

Focus Winchester. What could it b-of course, why didn't he think of this first?

It's because you're shit at this, his mind easily supplies.

A cold feeling washes over him.

God, could he be more stu-

"Dean"? Cas calls desperately, ripping him from his thoughts.

Dean quickly recovers, and places his hand on Jack's forehead.

He's warm, but is he actually warmer than usual?

Dean tries to get his brain to recall how Jack's normal body temperature feels, but he's drawing a complete blank.

Fuck

Dean feels the fear twist again as it crawls its way up his throat.

It washes over him in waves, but he can't do anything to stop it.

He has no idea what to do.

He's standing with a child wailing against his chest, a child who's life depends on Dean's ability to know what to do. And Cas is looking at him, terrified, waiting on Dean for instruction.

Dean suddenly can't control his breathing.

He's powerless.

Tears threaten to spill from his eyes and h-

"-Dean? Was his forehead warm? Did he have a fever"? Cas asks anxiously as he braces a hand on Dean's shoulder, searching his face for answers.

The warmth of Cas' palm pulls him back to reality.

Cas always knows what he nee-no now's not the time.

Dean swallows.

"No-well I mean I don't think he feels warmer than normal-at least as far as I can tell? But there's a thermom-"

"-oh wait, there's no there's no need-here let me" Cas trails off, as if he surprised himself and carefully takes Jack from Dean's arms.

He watches as he softly places his hand on Jack's forehead.

Then it hits him

Angel. Duh

He can read Jack's actual temperature with his palm, or figure out what's wrong with the touch of his fingers.

And they're both standing here like idiots, paralyzed by fear, when Cas is a friggin angel.

But in his defense, the kid has got him out of his scared out of his mind.

Dean trails his gaze up to Cas' face, watching his eyes closed in concentration, waiting for his mojo to do it's thing.

Sometimes, Dean forgets what Cas really is. Of course he knows that he's an angel, but like-he's Cas.

Yes, he's a badass, who's millions of years old, and could kill someone with the tap of his finger, Dean's well aware.

But when he's standing in front of you in a rumpled, purple sweater, a pair of sweatpants and his dorky bee pun socks, of all things, it's kinda hard not to forget.

Cas is just so human now. This change has been slowly happening over the years, but ever since he got back it's like the Cas he first stabbed in that barn, doesn't exist anymore.

Which isn't a bad thing at all, it just makes everything a little more confusing.

Which is why he's kinda been avoiding him ever sin-

What the hell is he doing? He needs to focus on Jack, what if h-

"His temperature is 101.1 I've read that babies his age can have a resting temperature as high as 100.3, but since he's only half human?" Cas' voice startles him out of his thoughts.

Jack is still wailing in his arms, as Cas bounces him from side to side. He's looking at Dean expectantly, waiting for his input. Dean can still see the worry clear on his features.

Taking a deep breath, he regains some control of his breathing.

Just a little fever. This, Dean can handle.

"Yeah that's a little high. We should change him into something lighter, see if that cools him down a bit? Then if not we can give him some baby Motrin, and go from there?” Dean suggests.

Then they're both moving. Cas placing Jack on the changing table, while Dean grabs some lighter pjs from the dresser.

Dean hovers as Cas, expertly switches out Jack clothes. He murmurs to Jack in his signature low, rumbling tone, and manages to get to calm him a bit.

Cas is getting good at this. It's like it's second nature to him now. He really has become an amazing Dad. In fact, he's so damn good with Jack, it makes Dean's stomach flip every time Cas pulls a laugh from him or manages to sing him back to sleep.

He watches as Cas slowly rocks Jack in his arms, humming under his breath.

And Dean is sent spiraling as soon as he recognizes the tune.

Lullabye.

By Billy Joel.

And yeah of course he's heard Cas sing this to Jack hundreds of times before, he does this every night, but Dean hasn't been around to hear it since that morning. Before he listened.

The morning they haven't spoken about at all. Cas never asked, and Dean-well Dean didn't exactly bring it up.

But now he's singing Billy fucking Joel, right in front of him.

And if Dean thought he was freaking out before, it's nothing compared to the crisis he's currently having.

It's not like he's actively been avoiding the subject, he jus--

"Oh" Cas gasps, pausing Dean's spiral.

His eyes instantly find their way back to Cas.

Cas has stopped in his tracks, peering down at Jack's now sniffling face.

Then he presses a soft kiss to his forehead, smiling to himself as he pulls away.

Jack's sniffling stops as Cas looks back at Dean with a soft smile.

"I don't know why I didn't do it sooner. I could have just taken away his fever with my grace, but I guess fear got the better of me".

Mojo, of course. Why the hell didn't either of them think of healing Jack, especially since they already both had the "duh angel" moment 10 minutes ago.

God this kids really gonna be the death of them, turing them into complete idiots only 8 months in.

"You and me both pal" Dean manages to respond with a strained laugh.

As soon as they’re sure Jack is asleep, they stand for a moment, hovering over the crib.

Dean pretends not to notice the way his heart races when Cas' arm brushes against his.

"Well looks like we can write about the kid's first fever in the baby book now, and about how it turned us into a couple of morons" Dean whispers in an attempt at a joke.

Beside him Cas hums in agreement with a soft chuckle, and they both head out of Jack's room.

Dean needs some water, or better yet, some coffee. He's definitely not sleeping after the heart attack he just had.

As he makes his way to the kitchen, he notices Cas is following.

Something drops low in the pit of Dean's stomach.

Again, it's not like he has been completely avoiding Cas since that morning. They still hang out during the day, take care of Jack together, talk during the odd hours of the night, and they even have movie nights on Thursdays.

But it's different now. It's quieter, and there's an awkwardness to it that they both refuse to address.

It's like there's always something looming over them, just waiting to crush them.

And it's not like Dean doesn't want to talk about it, of course he does, but he just can't, he's not ready.

As he starts up the coffee maker, Cas drops into his usual seat, picking up his book where he left off. His head is resting in the palm of his hand, as he lazily flips through the pages, foot bouncing absentmindedly.

Looking just so completely human.

Which is the other issue.

Cas has always been a wildcard when it comes to emotions, and it's not like they ever sat down and had a conversation about what he does and doesn't feel.

So Dean always just assumed he experienced emotions, but like, subdued. Like Cas knew what he was feeling, he could name the feeling, but it didn't emotionally affect or sway him the way it did with humans.

And now Dean has no idea what to think, because he's sitting in the kitchen looking like he's been a functioning human being his entire life, and not a celestial warrior of God.

Which just makes everything harder, he just doesn't know what to do.

Dean pours his cup with a trembling hand, then with a heavy sigh, he grips the counter tightly, grounding himself.

Because Dean heard that mixtape.

He listened to it twice that morning, and he's lost count of how many times since.

He's memorized the songs, he's analyzed every lyric. It's all he's thought about every single day for two weeks.

And he knows what he heard.

His breathing quickens as anxiety washes over him, and he once again does nothing to stop it.

Which means that Cas understood the intention behind giving a mixtape.

Which means he understood the meaning behind the tape Dean had given him over a year ago.

He knows that Cas knows. He knows that's why Cas gave him one in return.

And logically, Dean knows he's right about all of this, but there's a part of him that still doesn't believe it's true.

Part of him still thinks he's just overthinking it. That Cas just gave it to him as a nice gesture and the songs had no deeper meaning behind them.

Because Dean can't let himself want Cas, and he can't hope that Cas might want him.

He knows he isn't worthy of him, that Cas deserves so much better. That he would just be a disappointment, and he'd screw everything up.

Because why would Cas ever want, a fuck up like hi-

"-Dean, are you alright" Cas' voice rips through his thoughts.

Dean swallows and dares a glance up.

He's met with wild hair, that stupid head tilt, and wide blue eyes, swimming with concern.

Cas

Dean's stomach flips and suddenly his mouth is moving before he can stop it.

"Cas I've gotta talk to you"

Cas tenses, hands clenching into fists, as the concern on his features is replaced with fear.

Great, one second in he's already fucked up.

Dean peers down as if his socked feet are the most interesting thing in the world, while trying to tame his increasing anxiety.

He takes a shuttering breath.

"I-I listened to the tape...." he trails off, mouth suddenly dry. He sneaks a glance up, to gage Cas' reaction.

And Cas goes white as a sheet, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Ye-yeah, I uh, liked it" Dean lamely tacks on, mentally cursing himself ("I liked it", seriously Winchester? That's what you went with?)

He watches as Cas' face goes through twelve different emotions, until landing on one Dean can't decipher.

"Oh.....well I'm glad you enjoyed it" Cas chokes out.

And in that moment, Dean doesn't know what comes over him. Maybe it's the way Cas looked at him, maybe it's the lingering adrenaline from Jack's fever scare, or maybe it's his complete lack of sleep.

But suddenly he's pacing around the kitchen, unable to shut up

"Yeah- I uh, well I actually listened to it a couple time-well more than a couple. I stopped keeping track after twenty"

He braves another glance at Cas who's frozen in fear at the table, so Dean continues before he loses his nerve. Hands flying, pointedly facing away from Cas.

"And I couldn't help but um, notice that a lot of the songs had a common theme? And I just never thou-"

"-Dean" Cas tries to interject, but Dean keeps going.

"-when I-when I gave you that mixtape last year, I never thought that you understo-and now you just gave me one, with all those songs and I can't help but think that you-that you might-that those songs might-I think you chose them for a reason-a specific reaso-"

"-Dean"

"-the same reason I di-and if I'm wrong then-fuck man, you can smite me right here, right now if I'm wrong-which I probably am. I'm probably just overthinking this whole thing and making myself look like an idiot. I'm probably just making a big deal out of nothing, like I alwa- "

"Dean, you're right"

"-always do, like I'm doing right now actually, acting like a dumba-"

Dean stalls, words catching in his throat.

Wait did Cas jus-no he must have heard him wr-

"Dean, you're right" Cas repeats behind him, voice trembling.

Dean's back is to him, as he grips the cool metal of the kitchen island again, refusing to turn around.

His heart races when he hears the scrape of a chair behind him.

"You're right, about wh-about why I made that tape, with those songs. I chos-I chose them for a reason" Cas continues, voice wavering.

Dean's thoughts are buzzing around his skull, he can't fully process what Cas' words.

Because Dean thinks he knows what he's trying to say.

But he can't possibly mean t-

"-I'm sorry, I-I have no idea what I was thinking. It was insane to give you that, when I know I can't-and now I've gone and ruined everything-"

Wait, he can't mean that. Dean just heard him wrong he can't hav-

But something, hope, he recognizes, pulls deep within him, and he grips the counter tighter. Maybe he did hear him right, may-.

No, Dean has to be sure first. He has to know for sure.

So Dean finds his voice.

"Cas, I-I think I know what you're trying to say bu-but I need you to say it. I need to be sure that I understand you, because I don't think I can handl-I just......." Dean trails off, voice breaking.

They stand in silence, and Dean's pretty sure Cas can hear his heart pounding against his chest.

His stomach drops, ice rushing through his veins.

Dean was wrong.

God of course he was wrong, and now Cas hates him. He's managed to fuck up the only friendship he's ever had, all because he can't just store his crap.

But no he has to be selfish and want Cas, and fuck u-

"I love you"

Dean's brain short circuits.

No-he can't have. No Dean heard that wrong, he's just tired an-

"-I do and, again I'm sorry, I truly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but I love you Dean and I can't help it-"

Oh.

And without thinking, Dean moves.

"-And I know this ruins everything especially since I know you can't- that you don't-but I'm so-"

Dean grips Cas around the waist, as he smashes their lips together, effectively cutting Cas off.

Their teeth clank and their noses bump, but Dean doesn't care.

CasCasCasCasCasCasCasCas, is all his mind can supply.

Dean reluctantly pulls away, hands craddeling Cas's face, who's hands have somehow found their way around Dean's waist.

Dean stares down at him, unable to look away.

His hair is sticking up in every direction, blue eyes blown wide brimming with unspilled tears, lips parted in shock.

Cas.

"-Dean, what, why did yo..." Cas trails off, voice breaking.

And then it hits him.

Dean just kissed Cas. Dean just kissed his best friend because he said he loved him.

Cas said that he loved him. Cas loves Dean.

And Dean, loves him too.

God, he loves Cas.

"Because I do too- "Dean starts, voice breaking.

He looks into Cas' eyes, seeing the small sliver of hope behind them, and takes a shuttering breath.

"I love you. Damnit Cas, I've loved you for so long and I-"

"Me too Dean, I have for years, but I never dreamed that you- that you’d ever, return that feeling an-" Cas stops with a sob.

Dean shushes him, gently wiping some of Cas' tears away with his thumb.

He feels like he's floating.

They’re really standing in the kitchen with Cas' hands tightly gripping the back of his shirt.

A watery laugh rips past Dean's throat.

"God what a couple of dumbasses, huh? Could have done this years ago, all that wasted time" Dean says in disbelief.

"Yes, we have been a pair of dumbasses, for years it would seem. But that's okay, because we can have it now, right?” Cas asks, uncertainty clear in his voice.

Cas still doesn’t believe this is really happening, and Dean can’t say he blames him.

“Of course we can Cas” Dean responds with complete certainty, looking into his eyes.

He needs Cas to know that this is what Dean wants, he needs him to understand that it’s all Dean has wanted, for years. He is not going to screw this up.

And it must have worked because Cas is practically glowing. There's tear tracks on his cheeks, but his eyes are bright and shining with pure joy, a gummy smile on his lips.

God, I love him, I really love him, Dean thinks to himself.

Of course there's a long conversation to be had, and even longer conversations to come, because nothing is ever really this simple.

But Dean can't bring himself to care, because all of his focus is on the man in front of him. The man he's loved in silence for years. The man who loves him back.

Because for the first time in his life, Dean is going to let himself want. And what he wants, is Cas.

"Well....we better get started then" Cas quips with a smile, all traces of uncertainty gone (which definitely doesn't make Dean's stomach flip).

And with that, Cas' hands make their way to his neck, as he pulls him into another kiss.

And by God, it's the best damn kiss of Dean's life.

Because it feels like home, like this is where Dean’s meant to be.

So he easily melts into Cas' touch letting the love and warmth wash over him, soaking in every bit of Cas he can get.

And if in the morning, Sam finds them with their hands clasped across the kitchen table, as they take turns feeding Jack spoonfuls of applesauce.

Well, that's none of his business.

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#if it was unclear the mixtape fic WAS a part of this fic!!! and it is important to this part!!!#i literally dont know where this came from like i did not plan on doing this at all and yet...#✨but healing grace forehead kiss✨#look i let them be happy for once!!!(i mean they suffered in the beginning but like still happy!)#so this turned out extremely long i have no idea what happened i hope it makes sense #i started baby jack truthing and then it morphed into this and i just-well i hope you like it #destiel fic #baby!jack #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #bec writes #baby jack truthing #destiel #casdean #deancas #season 13 #dadstiel #dad!dean

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