#will and el... they understand. will know what its like to be possessed and el saw what happened to billy
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My third eye suddenly opened and now I'm stuck thinking about a crossover between Stranger Things and Voltron, specifically the parallels between Billy, Max and Lotor
I mean. Just think about it. They had Neil and Zarkon as abusive fathers. Lotor had to kill his own dad, since Zarkon did try to enslave or kill everyone who didn't agree with his species, and all he got that it was for the greater good. No one said anything, not a 'sorry you had to go through that', not a question about his feelings on the matter. Just a 'good job, moving on'.
And Lotor spent so much time trying to be good. Trying to connect with others, trying to be better than his dad. He thought he finally had a place in the world, had people who understood and loved him. Only to get betrayed again and again and no one was even willing to hear him out. Between the pressure and the quintessence, of course he snapped. And they didn't try to save him.
Billy, on the other hand, didn’t try to be good, because he knew there was no point. He knew he was never going to be good enough even though part of him wanted to. He couldn’t keep inside all that hurt and he tried to be more like his dad, he wanted to feel like he has power and not just some weakling, so he took his anger out on others all the time. Of course people didn't like him. Of course they hated him. He was a mean asshole.
So when he died, I wonder what the others told Max. I wonder if Max got the same treatment Lotor did about Zarkon's death, because Billy was mean and killed people (possessed or not) even if he did die a heroic death, I wonder if she had to hear things like 'it's for the better', 'he deserved it'.
And it hurts to think about that Max saw Billy as he was, late or not, that Max was willing to be there for him, while Lotor didn't have a Max. He should have had people to care for him and hear him out, he thought he did, but well. There are no happy endings for them.
#stranger things#voltron#vld#billy hargrove#max mayfield#lotor#im rereading my wips and found one where jiang cheng comforts lotor after zarkon's death#and earlier i was reading a fic where the kids were being dicks about billy's death#so those influenced this post#and while i don't think like... the party would be outright mean about it... but mike is a fucking asshole in my eye#im sorry but i hate the whole wheeler family because they are self absorbed pricks#dustin has a big ego too and he doesn't always know when to stop speaking#lucas would be more sensitive about it because he actually sees how much it affects max and because he cares about her#will and el... they understand. will know what its like to be possessed and el saw what happened to billy#steve would shot the guys down if they would start to be too insensitive about it#and then comes everyone else#rumours and nosy students#because everyone knew who billy was and they believed what they saw was his true self#and they don't fucking know anything#anyway rambling over
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why you're an icon (pac)
maybe a year ago i started (but did not finish) a series where I did posts describing why you're an icon. Today I plan on continuing that- this reading will describe why people are drawn to you and what they love most about you. today's muse is Fairouz, also spelled Fayrouz, Fairuz in English. Her name in Lebanese (hopefully pls correct if mistranslated <3) : فيروز, check out my services if you're interested in a personal reading : services
Fairouz is one of the most famous Lebanese singers and is considered today to be a major icon in the Arab world. Listening to her is my gateway to middle eastern music especially arabic pop in the 60's and 70's. One of my favorite things about her is the way she performed, according to her Wikipedia page she would be known to take a rigid, cold stance while performing. She claimed that the nature of her performances is because she is singing as if she were praying. a user on Pinterest called her the middle eastern lana del rey and i will never recover. anyways, select your pile and I will have a song by the queen for you to listen to.
PILE ONE-
cards: king of cups, queen of wands, 6 of cups, mars in pisces
song: Fayek Ya Hawa
you're a captivating, magnetic person. You have a way of capturing your passion with a almost childlike wonder, you remind people of what it's like to be a kid again and to just love something from the bottom of your heart. You have an ability to channel complex emotions from such a poetic perspective, you have this ability to channel your inner child when it comes to what you're passionate about. you possess a borderline psychic ability to portray emotions especially though creativity, you communicate things in such a way that it just resonates with so many people.
with the mars in Pisces card, this tells me that you are someone dedicated to understanding, empathizing and connecting with people. you have an unlimited range of creativity and a very developed imagination. you have such a way of wanting to help people feel understood, you're strongly motivated to act based on how you feel and as well as how other people feel. this motivation may even be self sacrificing at times. people love that you have a boundless sense of empathy. you dont withhold sympathy for anyone, you have the capability to connect with people regardless of who they are or how far they are from you.
PILE TWO
your cards- mars in leo, the emperor, two of swords
song: Sayyef ya sayf
you carry of confidence that demands power. You make decisions with certainty that regardless of what you do, you will always end up exactly where you need to be. People love that you're not the type to listen to other people, you drown out the voices of people trying to distract you and challenge the inner strength you have.
You have the tendency to take over and lead, and even if you arent aware of it, you influence people around you. the influence you have over the people in your life cannot be understated. you thrive when you are able to direct others. in fact you presence and personality type may be ''overbearing'' for some people, you're just not the type to shy away from expressing yourself and taking the lead. to some that may be perceived as confrontational and overpowering but many people actually love that you weren't born to be a follower.
people like you just know how to get things done. you excel at everything you do and take pride in your work. people love your ''ego'' and confidence. you're not afraid to overshine people. besides, its not your fault that people dim their own light.
PILE THREE
your cards: mars in taurus, page of cups and justice
song: Saalouny el nas
first of all, this pile has a clear foundation of right and wrong and you're willing to stand on that no matter what. people love that you're almost stubborn about what you believe. you're willing to go and fight for it and defend yourself against anyone.
but at the same time, this pile is very emotional and sensitive. your morals come straight from your heart. You're raw and vulnerable and you're willing to protect your heart more than anything else in this world. Sensitivity is seen as a weakness, but for you its your number one strength. its the quality that makes you willing to fend for yourself and other people. I knew someone like this in real life- upon first meeting her you might assume she was intimidating, scary, and even mean. but i watched this girl be brought to tears at the sound of a baby crying, I watched her fight against people who were stealing, I watched her loose her temper over anything that she felt disrespected her and her friends. By no means was she considered weak; she was vulnerable about what upset her, she was vulnerable about her mental health issues, and that made her strong and intimidating to people. it made me respect her more than anyone in my life. if you fucked with her, you were the one who ended up suffering. that's who this pile reminds me of.
I also feel that this pile is strongly motivated by their taste in fashion and luxury, people love your taste and its one of the things they remember about you.
#tarot meanings#tarot#pac tarot#tarot pac#pick a card tarot#tarot cards#astro notes#divinaiton#witchcraft#witch tips#pick a pile#loa#pick a card#pick a card reading#pick a picture#pick an image#pick a card tarot reading#psychic#free psychic readings#tarot readings#manifestion#fairuz#fairouz#fayrouz#spirituality#affirmations#free tarot reading#wicca#witchy things#witchblr
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𝓖𝓸𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 (𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓞𝓷𝓮)
Pairing: Billy The Kid x Fem!Nun!Reader
Warnings: ***NON-CON***, Dub-Con, Dark!Billy, Virgin!Reader, Oral (female receiving), Fingering, P in V, Corruption Kink, Creampie, Possessive Behavior, Masturbation, Wet Dreams/Sex Dreams, Seduction, Emotional Manipulation, Religion and Religious Beliefs, Explicit talk of gunshot wounds, blood, and the bullet's removal (kinda? Idk if it's explicit explicit, but its a little more than just mentioned), Mention of physical abuse/child abuse (not from Billy), Childhood Trauma, Mention of alcoholism, Moral/Religious conflict within one's self, My bad Spanish, Nun breaking her vows, Probably too quick of a healing process to be fucking someone but I'm not a doctor so 🤷🏻♀️, Using the word "drawers" instead of "panties" which is kinda cringe to me but I wanted to be somewhat accurate
Word Count: 9.6K
A/N: Billy's passed out for most of this but I hope y'all like it anyway. Please know I'm posting this and then running away. Okay, byeeeeeeeeee
Summary: When Billy stumbles into your clinic, hurt and in desperate need of care and refuge, you don't hesitate to help him. Perhaps this is God's will. Perhaps He has brought him into your life to help heal the parts of him that the cruelness of the world has soiled and broken. You are a healer by trade, both of the physical body and of faith. If this is to be God's mission for you, then it shall be done. How could you have possibly known that the young man who begged for help that fateful night would turn out to be the devil himself?
Translations:
Por Dios - Oh my God
Que Dios te bendiga - May God bless you
Qué sorpresa! - What a surprise!
Y él no quería que su mamá lo supiera. Así enterró la carne en el jardín - And he didn't want his mom to know. So he buried the meat in the garden
Pero el perro la desenterró y ella se descubrió de todos modos. Tuvo que lavar platos él solo por dos meses - But the dog dug it up and she found out anyway. He had to wash the dishes by himself for two months
Ese niño - That kid/child
Parece que era un buen amigo - Seems like he was a good friend
Sí, él era - Yes, he was
De nada - You're welcome
Gracias, Hermana - Thanks, Sister
They say the devil can take on many forms.
He is a demon figure - with the face of a goat, horns, hooves, and a blade pointed tail.
He is a great dragon - large and terrifying, destructive and formidable in the power he holds.
He is a roaring lion - hungry and fierce as he stalks God’s children, waiting for them to fall into his trap before he attacks them like prey.
But the devil was once God’s favorite angel, amazingly beautiful and wise. The angel of light, God’s morning star - a traitor now, a trickster . . . evil.
The Lord teaches love for all, compassion and understanding despite another’s upbringing or current situation. All humans are God’s children, all made in His perfect image, brothers and sisters in unity under His loving and eternal care. You are thankful to know this, grateful that you can feel His presence coursing through your veins despite the horror that you’ve come to face daily while working at the clinic. His gift to you is your endless drive to help those in need, sitting by the bedsides of the sick and dying, applying a cool rag to their sweaty foreheads, or spoon feeding them soup to give them strength when they are too weak to do it themselves.
It is a taxing life, and the sorrow you feel when you cannot nurse someone back to health is ever present in your heart, but the Lord is clear in your life’s mission and you will be forever thankful for the lessons you learn in this lifetime.
He has made you a healer, using you as a vessel for His healing touch for all you come across - regardless of wealth, status, religious affiliation, or criminal record.
Which is why when he stumbles into the clinic during the late hours of the night, face pale and hand pressing hard to his side where blood is streaming through his fingers despite the pressure, you don’t hesitate to help him.
You think you should have - should have let him bleed to death on the clinic floor. Would God have abandoned you if you had?
“Sister Maria!” You cry instead, running to the injured man and looping his arm around your shoulders to help him lean against you. “We need fresh towels and water! And sutures! Hurry!”
Sister Maria runs in the room, bedsheets still cradled in her arms from where she had been turning over a recently discharged patient’s room. She gasps at the scene, dropping the linens on the floor as she rushes to the main utility closet. You guide the man to a bed, helping him drop onto the thin mattress with a tortured groan. One of your hands splays over his, helping to maintain pressure on the wound until Sister Maria can bring in the needed supplies. Your other hand lays gently on his sweaty forehead, thumb caressing the straight line of his nose trying to soothe him.
His baby blue eyes stare up at you through their pained haze.
“P-please, help,”
The devil can take on many forms and carry many names.
And yet, despite all you’ve heard about who he is and what he’s done, you never once considered Billy the Kid to be one of them.
Misguided and uncared for - sure, but never evil.
He’s so young. You can’t even imagine what horrors he must have had to go through to lead him to the path that he’s on now.
Perhaps it’s fate that you’ve been brought together, an opportunity for you to spread the healing power of your Lord’s love and mend not only his body but his bruised heart as well. You’ve seen too many times where hardships have hardened the minds and spirits of others, caging them off from God as they struggle with their wavering faith.
“Don’t you worry,” You say. “The Lord is here with us. He will see you through.”
Whether he groans from your words or the pain, you’re not sure.
Sister Maria is quick to grab the supplies, dumping them on the side table. She dunks a clean cloth in the water, wringing out the excess, but pauses when she sees his face.
“Is that— ”
“Nevermind that!” You hiss, pulling the cloth from her hand.
You lift his shirt, exposing the injury and the dirt dusted skin framing it. It looks horrible, blood seeping from the laceration in a steady flow and a part of you is thankful that the sight of blood doesn’t make you immediately drop to the floor like your cousin, Paul. He gasps when you touch the cloth to the wound, blood immediately seeping into the white of the cloth and marring the pure color.
His fingers dig into the fabric of his trousers, gripping it tight as he clenches his teeth against the pain. Your free hand rubs lightly against his forehead, trying to soothe him as best you can while you clean the wound.
You think it must be God’s mercy that he passes out before you can pull the bullet out. The pain of the forceps digging into his body as you pulled out the thick ball of lead and the shock that would have come with it would have surely dragged him under had blood loss not gotten to him first. It’s better this way - he’s safer cradled in sleep’s loving hold rather than crying and jerking about as you try to save his life.
Sister Maria holds a small bowl out in front of you with one hand while the other delicately holds his wrist, feeling his pulse between her dainty fingers.
The bullet comes out easy, your forceps finding the lead and guiding it out of the wound’s entrance with ease. It clanks as you drop it into the tiny bowl, and you send up prayers of thanks for allowing such a quick and simple removal. The grace of your Lord has certainly just saved this man’s life.
With quick fingers, you stitch him up, practiced movements securing the wound shut before covering it with a generous dressing of cloth to keep it clean from any dirt and debris.
His sleep isn’t restful, the pinch in his brow and the way his cheeks twitch in the flickering candlelight of the small room make that clear. Your own brows pinch as you reach a hand out to trace the furrowed skin, smoothing it out with a gentle thumb. You don’t like seeing people suffer, but it’s more often than not that the people you come into contact with while working in the clinic are in pain, or suffering, or at Heaven’s doorstep. You help who you can and pray for the souls of the ones you can’t so they may be guided to God’s kingdom where they can live in an eternal paradise by His side. It always hurts when you can’t heal someone, the feeling of failure is a stark reminder that ultimately it is the Lord who chooses to give us life, and he can choose to take it away just as quickly.
It feels different this time though, somehow more personal in a way you can’t understand. The young man before you still has his whole life ahead of him, still so much to do and so many lives to touch. The sins that he’s committed thus far can be forgiven, if only he lifts them up to Him and asks for forgiveness. You can feel it, deep in your bones, that you need to save this man. You can’t fail.
He’s alive, for now. And you can only do your best to make sure he stays that way.
“He cannot stay here,” Sister Maria says quietly, gathering the red stained water and rags. “They will find him.”
You nod, gathering the small bowl with the bullet remnant and the sutures kit. “We’ll keep him here tonight and move him to the back room in the morning after he’s rested a while,”
“No,” Sister Maria says. “He cannot stay here. Helping an outlaw is punishable by death. They will hang us,”
“God will not abandon us,” You say, firmly. “We are all His children, servants and outlaw alike. He wouldn’t want us to toss him out on the street to die.”
You look over your shoulder towards the sleeping man again. His brow is furrowed again, the sweat on his face glistening in the light. You sigh before turning back to Sister Maria. “Don’t worry, Sister. I’ll think of something,”
The pacifying words seem to offer Sister Maria no comfort, and her worried eyes snap upwards as she looks towards the ceiling, voice cracking as she breathes a pleading, “Por Dios,” up towards the roof.
The room is silent to her plea.
You don’t leave Billy’s side the entire night, sitting in the chair directly next to the bed, dabbing at his heated face and neck with a damp washcloth and changing his bandage when the first one had soiled through. He wakes a few times during the night, icy blue eyes fluttering open and locking on yours for the briefest second before slipping closed once again, a quiet sigh escaping through his slightly parted lips.
This is the hardest part - the waiting. Waiting to see if your hard work to heal someone was enough. You keep a close eye on him, looking for signs of pain or illness, keeping an eye on the injury site to try and prevent infection. You flushed it with alcohol during the dressing change, having found an extra bottle hiding in the supply closet while grabbing some fresh cloths. Supplies like alcohol for disinfecting, while needlessly abundant in saloons and brothels, are difficult to acquire for the clinic. You think it's foolish, wasting something that can be used for healing purposes on something as pointless as getting drunk. Your father had been a drunk, drinking away his cares and woes, his only goal was to make it to the bottom of a bottle.
You wish you would have found it sooner so you could have actually disinfected the entire wound instead of just the outside and stitches, but this is better than nothing, you suppose. The smell as you pour it over his wound makes your stomach turn, reminding you of all the times your father came home reeking of the stuff, belly full of poison and his mind, hazed with drink, still evil enough to find your mother and make her suffer as if she were the reason he deemed himself a failure in life. Billy lets out a pained moan in his sleep, body subconsciously tensing in pain as the alcohol flushes the stitched up skin, but thankfully he doesn’t wake. You don’t want him to be in pain, but there’s a part of you that selfishly thinks he’s sharing your own pain, the memory of your childhood trauma somehow seeping into his brain as you recover his wound.
You know it’s not true, but you’re thankful he’s there with you anyway.
When morning arrives, you’re beyond exhausted.
The night shift always takes more out of you than the day shift and your eyes have been threatening to close since the first rays of the sun started spreading across the dust covered floor of the clinic.
Sister Ann and Sister Catherine arrive before the sun does, the first rays of it only starting to spill over the New Mexico horizon line when their footsteps echo through the entryway. You lean forward in your seat at the sound of them, glancing over at Billy’s still sleeping frame as Sister Ann’s gentle humming of a nursery song her mother used to sing to her spreads throughout the clinic. Quick footsteps cut through the song, the humming stopping entirely as frantic whispers sound from the entryway. And then three sets of running feet are getting closer to the corner room.
“Oh, good heavens,” Sister Catherine breathes, eyes locked on the special patient taking up the small bed.
Sister Ann has a dainty hand clasped against her mouth in shock and Sister Maria nervously wrings her own together from behind them.
“He was hurt,” You say, immediately defensive of the injured man. “We couldn’t leave him to die. The Lord says–”
“You don’t need to preach to us, Sister y/n,” Sister Catherine interrupts. “It’s the right thing to do. The Lord is on our side.” She’s confident in her words, and it gives you comfort you didn’t know you needed to have your beliefs validated. But she pauses, eyes flickering once again to Billy before they meet yours - the fear in her brown orbs clear as day. “The law, on the other hand, will not be.”
“We need to move him,” You say.
“To where?” Sister Ann whispers frantically. “The sheriff and his deputies are sure to show up here. They know he’s been shot, it’s only a matter of time.”
“It is a blessing they have not come already,” Sister Maria adds.
They’re right. With Billy injured, they have to know he couldn’t have gotten far. Their only saving grace is that the Sheriff more than likely would have never believed Billy would have come to the clinic for medical attention if on the run from the law. Perhaps holed up in some abandoned alley, bleeding out while propped up against a wall. Or maybe they think he tried riding out of town, desperate to get as far away from the people hunting him as possible before inevitably succumbing to his injuries and falling off his horse in a nearby field.
You rise from the chair, leaning over the bed slightly to rest a gentle hand on Billy’s forehead. It’s still clammy against your palm and he shivers slightly in his sleep, subconsciously pressing his head a little harder against your hand looking for comfort in his pained state. He needs to get away from here, away from any prying eyes because if he’s found, his life on this Earth is over. He is in no position to run or fight for his life. The road to recovery for him is a long one if he hopes to heal well enough to regain his strength and usual mobility. The only thing he will have to look forward to if discovered before he can is a necklace of rope and a quick fall.
“Help me get him to the back room,” You say, sternly. In moments of uncertainty and panic, someone needs to be the guiding light. Your fellow Sisters are still as stones in their spots, all in various states of distress as they look at the man who, if discovered under their care, could very well be the catalyst that marks the end of their missions here on Earth. The Lord brought Billy to you - you need to protect him. “He can stay in the alcove until we can figure out where to take him.”
“He cannot stay in the clinic!” Sister Maria exclaims. “They will surely check every room searching for him!”
“Trust me,” You soothe. “Please, Sister. We need to move him before they come or we will all surely pay the price.”
There is a short pause, but to your frantic brain it feels like an eternity before Sister Catherine nods and gently nudges Sister Ann to the opposite side of the bed.
“Let’s hurry,” She says, reaching to pull away the thin blanket you threw over Billy’s shaking frame at some point during the night. “I fear we don’t have much time left.”
Together, the four of you lift Billy from the bed. It’s a struggle. Even for multiple women to carry a fully grown man, it's a task and a half just to get him from the small patient room to the back area of the clinic. He whines in his sleep, his wound jostling and stitches pulling from the regretfully poor stability you have on his body as you carry him. But, somehow, he doesn’t wake.
The back room is small, but comparatively large compared to the patient’s rooms. The entire width is the size of two patient rooms combined, but that’s not giving it much grace. It makes you sick sometimes, to see people with money spending it on lavish items, large houses and grand parties just to show off their wealth when there are people in need all around whose lives would change if they only had a fraction of the wealth the ones in good standing do. As it is, the back room of the clinic is despairingly bare - limited backstock of supplies, linens, and food are scattered among the wooden shelves lining the room. If only those wealthy men who think to only fill their pockets would hear the Lord’s call to give to the needy instead. It would make your heart happy to see these shelves filled just once.
There’s a small alcove in the back of the room that you and the other Sisters use when times prove most trying. On the days when things are difficult, emotions are too much for you to handle alone or a patient isn’t doing well and there’s nothing you can do other than wait and pray for their recovery, you visit the alcove. It's been adorned with simple yet revenant items, a small yet beautiful cross nailed to the center of the wall, a small ceramic dish holding a wooden beaded rosary placed on the floor below it, resting on a pleasantly fluffed up pillow - ready to help guide their prayer.
Resting against the side wall of the alcove is a folded up cot. It’s not uncommon that one of the Sisters might have to sleep at the clinic during their off shift. More often than not, they are able to return to their lodgings to sleep and reenergize for their next shift. But there are times when too many people are injured, too many of the townspeople have fallen ill to whatever flu or illness that’s crossing through the town and all hands are needed here. The foldable cot is their home away from home, and while it might not be the most comfortable, you are thankful the Lord was able to provide it lest you be made to sleep on the floor behind the extra blankets neatly folded on the shelves.
You all adjust your grips on the young man allowing for Sister Maria to release her hold and pull back the thick blanket shielding the entrance to the alcove. You grunt under the presence of the additional weight, the awkward grip you all have on him unhelpful in the way his limp body bears down on you all. Sister Maria is quick in tying back the privacy blanket so that it stays to one side, and works to wrangle open the finicky cot. Once it’s unrolled, you help in depositing Billy down onto the makeshift bed, quickly checking his wound to make sure no stitches accidentally ripped in the journey back here before turning to accept the fresh blanket Sister Ann hands you from the shelf.
Billy’s brow is furrowed again, breathing a little harsher probably from the pain of being jostled. You lay out the blanket over top of him and pull it up to his chin, your hand reaching out to smooth the wrinkled skin between his eyes again.
“What do we do now?” Sister Ann asks, and Sister Catherine pulls her hand away from where it was plucking nervously at the skin at the sides of her fingers.
“We wait,” She responds, cradling Sister Ann’s damaged hand delicately between her own. “We won’t be able to move him out of the clinic before the Sheriff arrives. We’ll have to keep him hidden here until then and pray they don’t find him.”
The thought of the Sheriff and his men finding Billy here makes your stomach churn. The undeniable fate that waits for you if he’s discovered is one that you’re willing to sacrifice. He’s come here for help, God has brought him here to you for your healing and protection and you can’t fail Him just because your humanity makes you fearful of your end. It’s supposed to be a beautiful thing - death. The moment when your soul on this Earth fulfills its mission here and your granted eternal life at the side of God in the Kingdom of Heaven. It’s what you’ve wanted your whole life, a life of peace and serenity that seems so out of reach here on the soil. Fear will not keep you from looking forward to it. But you’re not done here yet, you have many years left of helping others and spreading His love to those in need. This is not your end. But if it is, it’s worth the sacrifice to try to save Billy.
You’ll hang with him, if need be.
Your fellow Sisters though . . . the thought of them hanging for your own choice, regardless of if you think it was the right thing to do, makes you sick. Your decisions are your own, and they shouldn’t suffer for your choices.
Billy’s forehead unwrinkles under your gentle fingers, and you can feel your heart break as you look down at him. He’s so young still, a young man just at the beginning of his life. He has so many fine years ahead of him. He’s handsome, fit and strong - he would make a fine husband for some lucky lady, a dutiful father for his children. He’s not as evil as they say. You’ve learned to trust your instincts when it comes to people. Sometimes the most misunderstood people are the kindest, and you can’t help but think Billy is the most misunderstood of all. You can’t sense a single whisper of badness in him.
You stand up and pull the privacy blanket back in front of the alcove, hiding Billy from sight in the safety of God’s makeshift altar. Together, you and the other Sisters make your way out of the back room. A few rooms down a sickly man is coughing up a storm, and from how hard and continuous his coughs are, you know his throat is raw. Sister Ann shoots the rest of you a worried look, but turns to grab a water carafe off of a side table before rushing down the hall towards the coughing man and away from the current situation.
“You can head back, Sister Maria,” You say, placing a calming hand on her shoulder. “Get some rest. It’s going to be a long day and we’re going to need you for the night shift.”
You can tell she’s torn, both wanting to stay and help in any way she can but seeming to know that there’s nothing she can do. All there is to do is wait. After a few moments, she nods, her own hand coming up to rest on top of yours. “Que Dios te bendiga,”
You watch as she makes her way towards the front, pushing open the wooden door before jerking to a halt. “Sheriff Garrett! Qué sorpresa!”
Her words sent a spark of panic through you. It’s so soon! You knew it was coming, but it’s still so incredibly soon. You had hoped for at least a while longer to try to gather your thoughts and think of a plan of where you can take Billy, but it feels like time moves slowly as the Sheriff and two of his deputies step into the clinic.
“Sister,” Garrett responds, respectfully tipping his hat.
Even through your panic, you still feel a twinge of irritation. A gentleman would take off his hat, but you suppose it’s better than the two men standing behind him who do nothing but trail their eyes around the clinic's entrance suspiciously (and with a clear bout of judgment).
You know for a fact these men with gold lined pockets have never given so much as a dime to the clinic.
Sister Maria turns back to look at you and Sister Catherine, desperation clear in her eyes and you're glad that none of the men are looking at her anymore or you think her obvious distress might have given you all away.
“Have a good rest, Sister,” You say, urging Sister Maria away. Thankfully, she listens, nodding to you and then Garrett before scurrying out the door.
“How can we help you, Sheriff?” Sister Catherine asks.
Garrett takes a few leisurely steps along the entryway, observing the interior of the clinic with the aura of a man who thinks he can see everything. You suspect he sees nothing at all.
“I apologize for the interruption, Sisters. I know you’re hard at work," He says. “But we’re looking for an outlaw on the run.” He pauses, looking over at the two of you with pointed eyes. At your silence, he continues. “William H. Bonney, otherwise known as Billy the Kid,”
“Oh, dear,” Sister Catherine gasps.
You feign concern also, bringing your fingers to your mouth as a sign of shock. Garrett nods in agreement at your supposed horror.
“As you no doubt know he is a very dangerous, very unlawful, man,”
“So we’ve heard,” Sister Catherine says, nodding solemnly. “Is that what brings you in today?”
“Yes,” He says. “There was an altercation last night between him and I. I was able to shoot him so he is very hurt, but he got away before I could arrest him or finish the job.”
“Kinda stupid to come to a clinic when you’re a wanted outlaw, Pat,” One of the men behind Garrett grumbles. “We’re wasting our time here.”
You can’t help but agree, despite that being exactly what Billy did. But maybe that’s what makes it smart. You're hopeful that Garrett will listen to his friend, will assume that Billy couldn’t possibly be here and leave the clinic without investigating it.
The small spark of hope dies as Garrett laughs without mirth. “The Kid’s not stupid. But we’re covering all our bases,”
“Helloooooo,” A voice calls from another room opposite the patient still occasionally coughing up a lung. “Can someone please pay attention to the sick people around here? Hellooooooooooo?”
Sister Catherine smiles tightly. “Mr. Taylor,” She says by way of explanation. “A rather problematic patient here. He’s a good man, just impatient.”
Sister Ann’s voice can still be heard attempting to soothe her own charge, so Sister Catherine has no choice but to tend to Mr. Taylor. When she disappears from sight, you turn back to Garrett, trying your best to deter suspicion.
“I can assure you, Sheriff, that we haven’t seen any sign of Mr. Bonney around here,” The lie leaves your lips far too easily for it to feel like the sin that it is.
Garrett nods, and you can tell he believes you, but puts his hands on his hips all the same, one hand pushing aside his coat to rest freely on the hilt of his gun. “Mind if we have a look around?”
You force a smile on your face. “Not at all. As long as you don’t bother any of the patients. They need their rest,”
“Certainly,”
You lead him around the clinic allowing him and the deputies to search the rooms for their missing outlaw. When they get to Billy’s old room, the room they just vacated not minutes before the Sheriff arrived, you tell them that a patient was recently discharged and that you hadn’t had the time to turn over the room yet.
“Why is there blood on ‘em?” One of the deputies asks, nodding to the blood stains still covering the stark white of the sheets.
“A cooking accident,” You reply. “An incorrect knife hold can sometimes do that,”
Another lie. You feel this one a little more than the first.
Eventually their search comes to the back room. You can’t keep them out, that would be too suspicious, so you allow them to walk through the half filled shelves. It's more than clear that there’s no place to hide anyone here other than the alcove and you're naively hoping they won’t even realize it’s there.
It’s a large blanket hanging on the wall. Of course, they’re going to notice it.
And, sure enough, one of the deputy’s eyes cut to the blanket. He heads towards it with a gruff “What’s behind here?” but you intercept him, rushing over to stand between him and the alcove.
The Sheriff and his deputies have their eyes on you now, each one closing in closer to you and the alcove, much too close for comfort.
“Sister,” Garrett says, voice stern with authority. “What’s behind the blanket?”
“It’s our place of prayer here,” You say, voice calm despite your nervousness. “Our altar.” You can’t mess up now. If you show any sign that you’re being untruthful, both you and Billy as well as your fellow Sisters out front will be on a one way trip to the courthouse. You’ll all die hanging from its top banister. “When healing doesn’t seem to be enough, it helps to have a place dedicated to God to call upon his everlasting power to perform miracles.”
Garrett nods. “Mind if we take a look?”
“Yes, actually. I do,” Your quick denial clearly catches him off guard, his eyebrows raising towards his hat. “Just as God bids us to modesty with our clothing, we must also show privacy and modesty in our places of worship. They’re sacred spaces. Surely you understand that, Sheriff,”
The words feel like poison on your tongue. Using worship and prayer to cover up a lie is the catalyst that makes bile feel like it's rising in your throat. It’s not a lie, you have to remind yourself. It is a makeshift altar, you do use it as a place of worship and prayer. Just . . . not right at this moment.
The reality of the situation is catching up with you, and you hide your slightly shaking hands by folding them together in front of you. You haven’t lied in years. You lied a lot as a child, a necessity of living with a father who’s anger could strike at a moment’s notice. You resented having to do it back then, forced to sin for the sake of trying to keep peace in the home. It’s much like the situation you find yourself in now, having to lie to try and protect another person. To protect yourself.
When you found refuge at the convent all those years ago, you were told you would never have to be untruthful ever again.
“God is granting you freedom from your woes,” You were told, and you remember how light those words had made you feel. “Thank him for His good graces with your undying loyalty and strive to always be who He guides you to be.”
You hadn’t lied since, no matter how tough things seemed. Sickly patients lying on their deathbed, scared and begging you for any kind of reassurance that it wasn’t the end for them. You wouldn’t give them false hope. Instead, you would tell them to turn their worries to the Lord, clasping their hands in yours and praying with them.
“Your soul is strong, bright and ever-present,” You would tell them. Sometimes you would let them hold your rosary so they can find comfort in it. “The body is a temple, and we do our best in our life to care for it. You’ve done that. If it weakens now, it is because God is calling your soul back to Him.”
The guilt is clawing at your chest, but you force it back as best as you can as you meet Garrett’s eyes. “I ask that you don’t force us to desecrate that,”
Garrett just stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face. One deputy just looks between you and Garrett, uncertain with how to proceed in the face of defying authority, and the other deputy that sneered at the thought of Billy even coming to the clinic scoffs at your words.
“Listen, lady, the law–”
“John, enough,” Garrett interrupts, voice shockingly hard as his eyes cut to his deputy. “She’s a Sister and you’ll show her respect.”
You feel a quick spark of satisfaction at the way the deputy’s confident, power hungry facade dies under the Sheriff's ridicule. He mumbles a quick apology to which you accept with a nod despite how insincere it sounds.
Garrett nods his head towards the door, silently gesturing for the other two to head towards the exit before he tips his hat at you directly, thanking you for your time and apologizing for any inconvenience their visit may have caused.
You want to tell him it was no inconvenience at all, but you’ve already sinned enough today and you can’t bear the thought of intentionally adding to the tally without justified need. Instead you settle on curving your lips into a convincing smile, thanking the men in return for their brevity and understanding and wishing them a good rest of their day as you usher them out of the back room and towards the front entrance.
Every single muscle in your body relaxes once they are completely out of the clinic, relief washing over you as you whisper out a quick prayer of thanks to God for allowing everyone to get out of the overwhelmingly dangerous situation unscathed - at least for now.
Sister Ann and Sister Catherine peek out of their respective rooms when they hear the front door swing shut, their wide eyes mimicking the relief you know is shown in your own.
“I can’t believe they didn’t find him,” Sister Ann admits, and it pains your heart to see tears begin to well up in her eyes. “I thought this was truly the end for all of us.”
You have her in your arms in an instant, cradling her small frame against your chest as she begins to cry in earnest. For as scary as it’s been for you so far, you can’t imagine what she’s been going through. Sister Ann and Sister Catherine have only known about Billy for less than no time at all. And yet, despite the short period of time between finding out about Billy, getting him into the alcove, and the entrance and departure of the Sheriff - you’re sure it probably felt like an eternity to her.
“Hush now, Sister,” You whisper, running a soothing hand along her back. “You’re safe, I promise.”
Sister Catherine places one of her hands on Sister Ann’s back as well, but she’s looking at you when she speaks. “He still can’t stay here,”
You know that. You know. You got lucky that the Sheriff didn’t find Billy this time, but who's to say that he won’t come back when he’s unable to find his missing outlaw anywhere else? Covering all his bases, that’s what he said. He’ll come back again when he sees that his other ‘bases’ have turned up nothing but dead ends.
Your older brother, Joe, has a cabin just outside of town. It’s a hidden place, specifically built for peace. No visitors. He lives alone, no wife or children to keep him company and he prefers it that way.
“If I’m alone, I can’t turn into him,”
You're positive he wouldn’t. Your brother is far from being anything like your father, but the task of trying to prove that to him seems to be out of your skillset. He tells you he’s happy with his life, that he’s chosen the path he feels he needs to be on just as you have. Who are you to pass judgment?
Joe likes the solitude, that much is certain. But he also has an adventurous spirit which guides him on lengthy trips from town to town, exploring all the world has to offer while never having to be tied to one place. He’s away now according to the last letter he sent you, planning to stay in Chihuahua, Mexico for a while and that he’s not sure yet when he’s going to be back.
“It’s dangerous,” Sister Catherine pushes, taking your silence as reluctance.
“I know,” You say. “I know. I think . . . I think I have an idea.”
The cabin will be empty. Joe isn’t due back for the immediate future, and even if he does return earlier than you suspect he will, you and Billy won’t be in danger. Joe can be trusted. He’ll help you, if need be. You can’t imagine that the Sheriff would ever know about it. It’s secluded - far off of any of the usual paths. It’s safe there. The perfect place to hide the wanted outlaw for a while. He can rest there, heal up uninterrupted for a few weeks until he can safely move around on his own two feet again.
Sister Catherine listens openly to the idea, but her face is pinched in displeasure.
“We don’t have much of a choice,” She says, reluctantly. “It seems like the best place for him to disappear to until he’s healed.”
You can hear the underlying pause in her agreement loud and clear. “But?”
“The clinic cannot spare two of us. We would lose half of our staff and it is too much for one person to handle alone per shift,”
“I wouldn’t ask any of you to come with us,” You say. No, for as much as you believe God sent Billy into your life for a reason, this was your mission to bear. You’ve already put your fellow Sisters through enough.
“You want to go alone?” Sister Ann sniffles, raising her head up from your chest.
“You need to think about this,” Sister Catherine says, sternly. “You shouldn’t be alone with him. He is a child of God, yes. But he is also an outlaw and a man. Sometimes, one of those is worse than the other.”
They’re being protective. The more rational part of you is grateful for their concern, and you think that if the positions were switched and one of them were in your position instead, you would react the same way. But a part of you is bitter. They’ve heard the stories. You know exactly how cruel men can be and you know exactly what they’re capable of. It’s a risk you’re taking, but you feel called to take it anyway. Billy needs your help, and God would never put anything in your path that you can’t handle.
“The Lord will protect me,” Despite the truthfulness of your words, you can see how they do little to reassure them. Your next words are better. “The Lord will help me protect myself.”
Sister Ann looks at Sister Catherine, once again bringing her hands together to pick at the reddened skin at the edge of her nail. Sister Catherine sighs, and the back of her hand reaches up to tap her forehead as if feeling the temperature or wiping away sweat.
“Alright,” She relents. “How do we get him to your brother’s cabin?”
“I don’t know,” You admit. “We need a wagon. Or a large wheelbarrow that we can put him in and attach it to a horse. I haven’t ridden a horse in a long time, but I’m sure I can manage.”
“Where are we supposed to get that?” Sister Ann’s tone borders on exasperated.
As if answering your unspoken prayer, the door to the clinic opens once more, this time revealing a bright faced Samuel Anderson, carrying a crate full of fresh supplies. And behind him, lit up by the sunlight like a bright blessing, is his wagon.
Sam Anderson is the son of local store owner, Edward Anderson, the clinic's top provider for basic supplies that are not strictly medical. While medicine shipments and more specialty items are donated from suppliers farther away, and frankly much less frequent than necessary, Mr. Anderson and Sam never fail to come through with plenty of food for you to make soups and nutritious meals for your patients. On occasion, you even have enough to give away to the families who are stacked together in a small two bedroom on the edge of town. With eight children total between two families, you're honestly not sure how they manage - but you do your best to help when you can.
Seeing Sam walk through the front door is like a beacon of light from Heaven is shining down on him. He’s smiling already, the crate of food handled carefully between his hands as he lets out a cheery, “Good morning, Sisters”. But as soon as he sees your faces, more specifically when he sees the tear tracks still visible on Sister Ann’s cheeks, he’s placing down the crate and across the clinic’s entrance in a second.
“What’s going on?” He asks. His hands automatically reach out towards Sister Ann’s face as if to cup it, but he stops himself. Instead he just looks at her worriedly, his concerned gaze leaving her face for only a moment to glance at you and Sister Catherine before they’re back on her, voice low and gentle. “What’s wrong?”
It’s no secret that Sam harbors some romantic feelings towards Sister Ann. There are days when you feel sorry for him - a young man, good and kind and generous, who you have no doubt would make a fine husband to any lucky woman is in love with one of the four women in the entire county who are incapable of returning his affection. But it’s moments like this when it’s easy to see God’s presence in other people. Sam is as respectful and kind as they come. He accepts his feelings can never be reciprocated and in turn uses his undying love and loyalty to Sister Ann by helping you all at the clinic with anything he can.
Somehow, he doesn’t expect anything in return, never stares at Sister Ann with an ounce of lust in his eyes, and it warms your heart to see the godly quality that’s usually so absent in men so prevalent in him.
“Something’s happened,” Sister Ann tells him, her voice still wobbly with emotion.
“What?”
“Sam,” You say, calling his attention back to you. “I know I have no place to ask this and I won’t fault you if you decline, but– I’m asking.”
“Tell me,” He insists, pulling his hat from his head and holding it to his chest, and God bless how the sincerity in his voice bleeds into his words. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it,”
So you tell him everything. Sam listens with wide eyes, shooting panicked glances at Sister Catherine and Sister Ann when you tell him about the Sheriff’s visit, and he’s genuinely sorrowful when your voice gets caught in your throat as you tell him that you had to tell some lies to get him to leave without discovering Billy. He’s nodding already when you mention your brother’s cabin.
“I’ll take you there,” He offers before you can even ask the question. “My wagon is always at your disposal.”
“It’s dangerous. If we’re caught, you would hang with us,”
Sam lets out a breath, unconsciously glancing over at Sister Ann again. “If the four most wonderful and religiously minded people in town hang for trying to do the right thing, then this isn’t a town or even a world that I want to live in anymore. Please let me take you. It would be my honor,”
A small smile graces your lips as you reach out and gently cup his cheek in thanks. For as many men pull and grind on your nerves with their endless greed and manipulation tactics, Sam is a breath of fresh air - a truly God-fearing man with a good heart.
He’s another person that you’re putting at risk, another life in danger because of the choice you’ve made. You try not to think yourself too selfish. Surely the fact that Billy has turned up in your life is God’s plan, and He does not put obstacles in your way that you cannot overcome.
He tells you that he’ll come back tomorrow. He has a delivery that’s expected in a town over and if he’s going to make it there and back before nightfall, he needs to leave before the sun comes up.
“I’ll stop here first,” He says. “We can load him into the back of the wagon while most people are sleeping and make the trip to your brother’s before I head on my way.”
“Thank you, Sam. Honestly,”
“My pleasure,” He nods his head at you, replacing his hat and tipping it kindly towards Sister Catherine and Sister Ann. “Until tomorrow, Sisters,”
The door swings shut behind him as he leaves and you let out a deep breath, hands smoothing over the dark veil covering your head just to feel a bit more grounded before you pick up the crate of food Sam brought. Billy needs to eat something. You're not quite sure how long it's been since his last meal, but even if he ate a minute before bursting through the clinic’s doors in the early morning, he would surely still be hungry and in need of sustenance by now. His body is weak and it needs nourishment to heal.
Billy’s still sleeping when you peek around the privacy blanket. His head is turned to the side and buried in his pillow as much as he can get it, mouth hanging open as he breathes. Your hand itches to reach out and touch him again, to smooth against his forehead or cup his cheek, maybe place your fingers under his chin to help close his mouth in hopes of him breathing through his nose instead so his mouth doesn’t dry out.
You’re not sure where this desire is coming from. You’re as affectionate with your patients as any nurse should be - kind and supportive, offering comfort when needed, but not overly so that it can be considered inappropriate. You’re all brothers and sisters, children of God - yes. But there are still social norms that must be considered.
It feels different with Billy for some reason.
“I’m going to get you to safety,” You whisper. You’re unsure about if he can hear you in his sleep or not, but you feel the need to tell him anyway. “I promise.”
You fall asleep at some point during the night, slumped against the wall next to the alcove’s entrance.
You don’t remember falling asleep. You remember feeling tired, exhausted by the stress of the day’s events, and how your eyelids were threatening to close permanently more and more with each blink. The soup you had made still sat out in the small kitchen, and you had wanted to stay close to Billy so that whenever he awoke, you would be there ready to help feed him.
Instead, you wake to the sound of Sister Maria giggling to your left and a low, unfamiliar but still soft voice speaking in Spanish to her.
“Y él no quería que su mamá lo supiera. Así enterró la carne en el jardín,” The voice lets out a small chuckle, the smile on his face evident in his tone despite you not being able to understand most of his words. “Pero el perro la desenterró y ella se descubrió de todos modos. Tuvo que lavar platos él solo por dos meses.”
“Ese niño,” Sister Maria laughs. “Parece que era un buen amigo.”
You can’t see his face, but you can hear how he loses the smile in his voice. “Sí, él era,”
Pushing yourself to your feet, you step over to where Sister Maria is kneeling in front of Billy’s cot. It’s only now you see the mostly finished bowl of soup in her hands. Billy’s sitting up slightly, back propped up against his pillows enough to allow him to sit up a bit straighter but not enough to pull too much on his stitches.
At seeing your movement, his eyes snap to your approaching frame, big blue orbs staring up at you and you can’t help the relief you feel at seeing them.
“You’re awake,” You breathe, a small smile pulling at your lips. “Thank the Lord,”
His lips twitch a bit in what looks like a suppressed smile. “Kinda sounds like I should be thankin' you,” He says, and you notice how prominent the shift in his accent is as he seamlessly switches from Spanish to English. “Sister Maria says that you’re the only reason I’m alive right now.”
You shake your head, humbly. “Oh, no. Sister Maria and I work together as a team. I couldn’t have done it without her aid,”
“You show no fear,” Sister Maria insists. “Where I hesitate, you show mercy and strength. It is because of you that we are all alive now.”
“See?” Billy says with a blinding grin, and you can’t help but notice how handsome he is while no longer at death’s door. “My angel,”
You feel your face heat up at the endearment. An angel. Surely the comparison shouldn’t fluster you like it does. You’ve thought of your fellow nuns as the embodiment of angels before, angelic beings put into human bodies by the grace of God to spread His word. You know that’s not exactly true, that you’re just using your belief of what God’s angels would be like and seeing those beings in your fellow Sisters just like Billy is doing with you now, but you’ve never once thought yourself to be comparable to such a holy being and the compliment makes you flush.
You run a hand across your face, feeling the warmth under your palm, and clear your throat. “Oh, well, thank you,”
Sister Maria stands, taking the nearly finished bowl of soup with her. “He has eaten plenty and I changed his covering as soon as he woke up. You will want to change it again when you get to the cabin.”
“That’s great. Thank you,”
“De nada. I’ll go check on the patients and keep an eye out for Sam,”
She nods to you and Billy before she turns to leave, a small smile pulling at her lips when Billy rasps out a soft, “Gracias, Hermana,”
When she’s gone, you take her place in front of Billy, kneeling at his side and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better thanks to you,” He responds, wide eyes trained on yours, a smirk playing at his lips as he continues. “Don’t feel much like I’m dyin’ anymore,”
A small laugh escapes you at his morbid joke. “Well, I’d say that’s a very good thing then,”
“Sister Maria said the Sheriff came lookin’ for me,”
“He did,” You confirm. “The Lord kept us all safe though and has given us an opportunity to get you to safety.”
Billy’s eyebrow raises skeptically. “Sounds like it was more your doin' than the Lord’s,”
You try to not let the slight against God rattle you. You had sensed this was coming anyway. William H. Bonney a.k.a Billy the Kid is an outlaw afterall, and no outlaw becomes an outlaw while still maintaining a positive relationship with the Heavenly Father. He’s gone through many hardships no doubt, and has more than likely deemed his bad luck in life as God’s personal vendetta against him.
“The Lord speaks through all of us, if only we have an open heart to hear him.” You tell him. “Fear can make His words harder to hear, and I’m thankful that He was able to guide my mind and heart enough through the fear for us to get to safety.”
“Hm,” Billy hums, and you can tell how much he doesn’t believe your words. He doesn’t argue though. “And where exactly is this safe place you’re gonna take me?”
“My brother has a cabin just outside of town. It’s well secluded and unknown to most. We’ll be safe there until you’re healed enough to go on your own.”
Billy’s eyes drop to your hand still resting on his shoulder, thick dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks before his bright blue eyes are locked on yours again. “You gonna be takin’ care of me, Sister?”
“Of course, I will,” You reply. “We shall see you well again, Billy. I promise.”
His own arm crosses his chest so his hand can rest on your own, his eyes wide and so earnest as he whispers a quiet, “Thank you,”
It’s only about an hour longer before Sam arrives. It’s still early morning, the sun still a ways away from coming up behind the horizon line, and town is silent. Sam pulls his wagon up to the back door of the backroom before coming around the front to help push it open from the inside. It’s been so long since it’s been opened. The door was once used for the scheduled delivery of goods for easy access to the storage area, but as years went on and the county and surrounding counties became overrun with greed and poverty, the shipments became less frequent. Now, anything needed just comes through the front door. It’s never too much anyway, so what’s a trip or two to the backroom while carrying a crate.
Sam slams his body against the door a few times, the wood groaning in protest under his weight before it finally swings open. Billy watches from his place on the cot, his eyes threatening to close but forcing himself to stay awake. You want to tell him to sleep, he needs his rest to help him heal and recover, but you’re too busy checking your bag to make sure you haven't forgotten anything before tossing it in the back of the wagon. You need to leave before the townspeople start to wake up. If someone sees you, if just one person witnesses you smuggling away a wanted outlaw, then all of this would have been for nothing.
“Sister y/n,” Sam calls, squatting at the head of the cot. He’s got his arms wrapped around Billy’s torso. “Come grab his legs. We’ll do our best not to jostle his wound,”
You come to a kneel at Billy’s legs, placing a comforting hand on his knee. “Do your best to relax, okay? If you tense, you might tear your stitches,”
Billy lets out a harsh breath through his nose, clearly nervous, but he nods anyway, brows furrowed in determination.
Together you and Sam hoist him up. He gasps, groaning as his wound pulls but you can see how he’s trying to keep his stomach untensed. Getting him into the back of the wagon is not graceful, and you find yourself spewing endless apologies the whole time despite the relatively short journey.
Sam’s laid out a bed of hay covered by two thick blankets throughout the entire bed of the wagon. Crates of food and other supplies take up half of the bed, but he’s managed to make it so Billy will have enough room to lay comfortably on his designated side. Billy sighs as he’s laid down on it, one of his legs bent at the knee and his palms pressing into the makeshift mattress as he cranes his neck up to look at you. You ball up a spare blanket, tucking it under his head before you push him back down with a gentle hand on his forehead.
“Rest now, Billy,” You tell him, crawling out backwards and helping Sam slide on the rectangular backing on the wagon to secure it shut. “We’ll be there when you wake up,”
His eyes stay locked on you as you circle the wagon towards the front. Sam helps you up onto the spring seat before jogging around the rear and hauling himself into the driver's seat. You smooth out your tunic, looking around the dark street for any suspicious or wandering eyes that might be peeking out from around buildings or through windows. You don’t see any, even as one of the horses whinnies when Sam urges them forward. The clinic is located towards the edge of town, so it only takes a few minutes of nervous eyes and your head on a swivel before the wagon is passing the final few buildings that mark the town’s end of population and you can relax.
You blow out a deep breath, meeting Sam’s equally relieved gaze as he snaps the reins and nudges the horses a little faster. You look over your shoulder to check on Billy and you’re expecting to see him sleeping, no doubt still exhausted from the trauma of taking a bullet. Instead, he’s looking at you, head twisting so he can see your elevated frame from his laid out position. His eyes seem to pierce into yours, so blue and intense as he watches you that it makes your breathing hitch in your throat.
You’ve never seen eyes so beautiful before. Like endless pools of glistening water. Surely God must have taken much care when crafting them for him.
You feel your skin prickle under his stare, body straightening in your seat. He doesn’t stop watching you.
“Sleep,” You tell him. “You’re safe, I promise.” And thankfully he listens, eyes trained on your face for just a moment more before closing his eyes. The tingling feeling in your body dissipates with the removed gaze.
Your gaze turns around the front again, looking out to the vast stretch of land before you as you leave the civilization of town behind.
“Sam,” You start, looking for anything to pass the time and distract from whatever unusualness just happened between you and your charge. “How’s your mother?”
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Dragon Landing pt 2
Kon watched in fear as the dragon touched down in the wide plaza, Lex smiling smugly as the great beast landed.
“Great Dragon, welcome to Metropolis.”
The dragon nodded slowly, swinging it’s head around to see the gathered crowd.
“If you are looking for your assistant, I regret to inform you that he has committed a most horrible sin against you, sir.”
The dragon tilted its head, and the crowd parted. Kon tried to dart forward to catch Danny as he was thrown to the ground, securely tied in ropes, but his guards grabbed his arms and held him tight.
“What has he done?”
The dragon’s first words rumbled across the plaza, and Kon shivered at the underlying anger to it’s voice.
Lex made a grand gesture.
“He dared to seduce your intended spouse, my nephew Kon-el. Do not worry, though, we caught them before anything untoward could happen.”
A strange chuffing noise came from the dragon, and it lowered it’s head to look at Danny, still lying on the ground.
“Do you know what you have done, son of Clockwork?”
Much to Kon’s horror, Danny grinned brightly.
“I understand what I’ve been accused of, sure.”
“You have betrayed me in this, Daniel Clockwork.”
“IT WASN’T HIS FAULT,” Kon yelled, struggling against the guards. “Please- punish me, if you must- Danny didn’t start anything!”
The dragon side eyed Kon, and then turned it’s attention back to Danny.
“Rise, Daniel, and accept your punishment.”
“Oh? I thought you liked the sight of me tied up.”
To the shock of the entire plaza, Danny rose to his feet, slipping through the ropes like they were air. He stood in front of the dragon’s great head, smiling serenely.
The dragon brought it’s nose down close to Danny, and a wisp of flame spouted from it’s nostrils.
Kon screamed as the flame wrapped around the man he’d fallen in love with- he could never care for the dragon after this, even if he had to marry the great beast.
And then the flames subsided, and there Danny was, still standing. He was different, though- the purple bruise on his cheek from Lex’s guards was gone, and he wasn’t hunched over his right side, favoring a broken rib.
When he’d arrived in Metropolis Keep, and every day since, his garb had been nice but unremarkable. Now, having been consumed by flames, his clothing was of the finest silks, with delicate embroidery and gems creating the night sky on his dark robes.
Most shocking at all was the pointed ears of a faerie and his hair- an ethereal shock of white were before it had been blacker than shadow.
“It has been too long, my loyal servant” the dragon rumbled.
“A month without you is akin to a year without stars, my lord.”
Kon took advantage of the guards shock to rush forward, pushing past his uncle to reach Danny. Danny, who turned to him with a brilliant grin.
“Prince Kon-el! Meet my lord, the dragon.”
Remembering some decorum in the face of his worry, Kon bowed to the dragon, who regarded him with one great yellow eye.
“A pleasure to meet you, Lord Dragon.”
The dragon chuffed again, turning back to Danny.
“He is pretty, I’ll give you that. Will you stand with us, Prince Kon-el?”
Kon looked to Danny, who was nodding furiously at him.
“If that is your wish?”
“I care more for your wishes, but I will accept that answer.”
The dragon’s tail looped around them both, and Kon watched as Danny gave it a pat.
“King Luthor.” There was danger in the dragon’s voice. “You made a deal with me- a spouse in exchange for power.”
“Yes, Lord Dragon, if you-“
“I did not give you permission to speak.”
A sick sort of glee filled Kon as Lex shut up with a snap.
“I would have complied with your request, had I not spent the last month learning of your misdeeds. I might have even been lenient, more than just allowing you your life, but it seems you missed a very important fact about dragons.”
The tail surrounding Kon and Danny tightened possessively.
“Dragons are known to have multiple spouses- hoarding them more fiercely than gold and treating them better than the finest of gems. Until today I was possessed of only a single spouse, and you- usurper, kidnapper, false king- you allowed him to come to harm.”
Kon looked sharply over at Danny, but the faerie was smiling vindictively, stroking the dragon’s scales with delicate fingers that were dripping with silver and diamond jewelry.
“Did you know,” the dragon continued, “that the man whose throne you took- who was left for dead by your traitorous followers- recovered well? King Kent is returning to Metropolis to take back his throne, along with his wife and son.”
Something roiled in Kon’s stomach- the knowledge that his father had another son with a legal wife- as opposed to himself, a child born out of wedlock to Lex’s sister through coercion- made him feel ill.
“He has agreed that Kon-el may come with me until Metropolis is safe. After that, it is up to the prince as to where he will go.”
The dragon reached out one massive claw, touching Lex on the chest.
“I curse you, Luthor- I curse you for laying a hand on my beloved, for usurping a throne that is not rightfully yours. I curse you for casting out a friend of my father and leaving him for dead. I curse you for stealing a child from his father and depriving him of that relationship, and I curse you for attempting to use that child as a bargaining chip for power. Lex Luthor, you will never hold a position of power again. Only the dogs will believe the words you speak from here on out. So mote it be.”
Kon watched as Lex started to protest, but all that came out was the howling of a street dog.
The surrounding crowd began to snicker, and then to laugh.
They stopped as the dragon continued speaking, this time to the guards who had thrown Danny to the ground.
“Personally, I do not think those who laid hands on my husband should be allowed to live, and yet I am well aware what he thinks of wanton bloodshed. His people, however, may not be so kind. I would suggest stocking up on cold iron.”
Danny tugged at Kon’s hand, and he let himself be pulled up and onto the dragon’s tail, and then up further still to rest on the beasts broad back. Part of him thought that he ought to have struggled to climb up, but the rest of him was dealing with relief from the stress of the past day.
The man he loved was safe and sound, his father was well and returning, and Lex could no longer bring the kingdom to evil.
The dragon spread his wings, and with two hefty flaps, they were off the ground and in the air.
Kon scrabbled to grab a hold of something with the hand not held securely in Danny’s but there was no purchase on the smooth scales underneath him.
“Peace, Kon-el,” the dragon rumbled beneath them. “I will not let you fall.”
A tugging on his hand again prompted Kon to turn to Danny, who was smiling at him gently.
“Do you want to continue what we started?”
There was a twinkle in his eye, and Kon flushed hot, remembering their almost-kiss while they practiced dancing.
“H-here?”
Danny shrugged playfully.
“Why not? My lord doesn’t mind.”
“I- no, I don’t think I am comfortable with that.”
With a nod, Danny brought Kon’s hand up to his lips, brushing across the back feather light.
“Your comfort is my utmost priority, my prince.”
The dragon rumbled underneath them, and Kon almost thought it was agreement.
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Mike Hostage Theory
i just wanted to make an official post with my view on this theory bc i have a very specific vision
edit: i’ve made a post with some more evidence here! :)
For anyone who doesn’t know, the Mike hostage theory is essentially the idea that Mike will be taken hostage by Vecna in season 5.
Here’s my reasoning for why I think this is a possibility for season 5:
- Mike has managed to ruin all of Vecna’s plans since season 1 and each season he develops a better understanding of the UD and is able to formulate plans that take direct action in preventing Vecna from achieving his goal. a short list that shows this would be:
s1: Mike discovers what the upside down is and relays all the information he’s gathered from El, giving the rest of the cast an understanding of what’s actually happening. Plans to rescue will spring from Mike’s information
s2: Mike is the only one who actually understands what’s happening with Will AND he takes the lead in creating the plan to save Will. Second only to Will, he has the most in depth understanding of how the mind flayer works which he demonstrates in episode 8 where he explains everything he knows to Dustin who then makes the analogy to the mind flayer in DND. He suggests putting Will to sleep, isolating him to try and break him out of the possession, getting the mind flayer out of Will before the gate completely closes, and distracting the demodogs by lighting the graveyard on fire.
s3: After learning about the mind flayer’s return, he comes to the conclusion that the mind flayer won’t die when it’s expelled from someone and that they have to figure out how to actually kill the mind flayer (though they never ended up doing this). After learning about Billy being a potential host, he mentally made a complete plan of how to know whether he was a host or not. He barely had to think about it after they confirmed Billy was acting suspicious, he knew how to test him with the sauna and executed that plan in the same day after coordinating with the rest of the party. Mike is still pretty in touch with how the mind flayer works when interacting with its hosts
s4: Vecna very specifically timed his attacks so they would begin the day Mike left. He was counting on Mike not being able to get involved and it making him more successful, which is what happened. He thought he had Mike completely out of the picture and yet he still managed to get involved with Vecna’s plans when he was finally going to kill El. Mike’s monologue was mostly a failure, but it did boost El’s memories with Max in a way. Either way, Mike still managed to get in the way even with Vecna counting on him being on the opposite side of the country.
This would give Vecna 1 major motive to keep Mike in the UD with him. It allows him to keep an eye on Mike and eliminate the possibility of his interference.
- Mike is incredibly close with vecna’s true target; Will. Vecna needs to bring Will back into the UD again to follow through with whatever plan he’s been trying to follow through with since season 1. Does he want Will to join him? Does he want to turn Will into an asset to the hivemind? Does he want to possess Will himself and obtain his abilities? There’s no way to know for sure, but no matter what he needs to lure Will into a situation where they can talk alone. Vecna and Will are still connected so Vecna is definitely aware that Will’s feelings for Mike are way too strong for Will to not come to rescue him. He’s likely going to use Will’s emotions to his advantage.
- Mike’s perspective needs to be told and having him live through a long-term psychic curse from Vecna would allow us to understand what Mike’s fears really are. I think they could use a situation like this to tell Mike’s perspective of the story in a way that’s reminiscent of how El had an isolated story in season 2.
- Mike has a very strong tendency to isolate himself when he can’t cope with things and there is going to be a lot weighing on him, emotionally, in season 5; Eddie’s death, breaking up with El, Will is in danger again, still believing that his feelings are unreciprocated, and he’s probably gonna be expected to take a leadership role again. Everyone is going to be focused on dealing with the apocalypse during the two year time gap so I could see Mike spending a lot of time alone when he’s not working with the party which gives Vecna an opportunity to kidnap him silently before starting the next phase of his attack.
note: maybe will discovers his powers before the time skip and has to spend a lot of the two year time gap practicing with el, though he hangs out with mike when he can
How I think this could advance multiple plot lines!
Mike’s Personal Arc
I covered this a little bit, but if mike were to go under a long-term psychic connection with vecna, we could watch his point of view for a lot of the major moments in different seasons that we were denied his perspective. It would be an opportunity to finally reveal mike’s genuine feelings, fears, and regrets to the audience in a way that wouldn’t involve other characters discovering this about him. Personally, Mike would finally be able to emotionally advance past a lot of his repression as he’s finally forced to face it head on over and over. He might break down at first, and he should, but the longer he stays there the more he’ll learn to deal with those fears. I’m going to tie this into another plot line, but him being able to walk through his emotions would demonstrate a new emotional maturity he has been lacking due to his relationship with El and his incessant need to be normal. He might learn to hide from these things that are torturing him by going into happy memories, which will force him to accept that he wasn’t happy in his relationship with El and that he is a happier person when he’s with Will and his friends doing the things he loves (I’m sure he’s aware of this to some extent during s4). Vecna won’t be present in his mind (explained later), so Mike will be able to walk through these happy memories safely and reminisce on those moments which will continue to expand his perspective, this time from a positive light.
Will’s Personal Arc
Will is going to have a Hero Arc in season 5, it’s been foreshadowed since season 2. He’s finally escaping his repeated victimization and fighting back, protecting who he loves, and avenging everything that Vecna stole from him. He doesn’t need to be Mike’s heroine to go through this arc, but it would be more impactful for Will to rescue the boy who saved him time and time again, the boy who always protected him, the boy he’s in love with. It’ll add more emotional depth to Will’s story in season 5, not that protecting the others isn’t emotionally strong, but it’ll give him a certain level of empowerment that he couldn’t achieve by saving anyone else. Knowing that he has the strength to do what he’s admired Mike for for so long would be fantastic for his view of himself. If he’s going to fight off Vecna with love, he’ll need to develop some self love too, which can come from finding strength in himself and knowing Mike reciprocates his feelings (Mike makes him feel like he isn’t a mistake, but he feels like a mistake for being gay. When Mike confesses it’ll make Will feel even less like a mistake).
The Mike/Will Role Reversal
There have been tons of hint throughout season 4 that hint at Mike and Will having reversed roles in season 5. For one, Mike has a ton of death tags (ex. being compared directly to romeo, dying in the opening DND game, etc.) that won’t lead to an actual death. When Mike disappears randomly, there might be people who assume he’s dead the same way they did with Will in season 1, but if we know anything about Will it’s that he’d never give up on Mike just like how Mike never gave up on him. This is also going to give them an even deeper understanding of each other as they’ve now both been the searcher and the rescued.
Finding Max
So, I’m going to be assuming two things for this part of the theory.
1. Mike is traveling throughout memories in his own head but those memories are manifesting in Vecna’s mind.
2. Vecna absorbed Max’s consciousness, as he describes being able to absorb his victims, and Max is now able to traverse Vecna’s mind and go back to her own memories as she pleases.
If both of those are true, then Mike may very well run into Max once he starts hiding away in happier memories. To be clear, I don’t want nor think Mike will be the one to free her consciousness: that has to be left up to Lucas and El somehow. Mike could be the one to discover that she is alive and start considering the possibility of bringing her back. When he’s freed, this is information he can give to the party. That ties into his role as an information gatherer and it’ll likely lead to him planning a way to get her back, though it’ll be Lucas and El carrying the beef of that plan.
As for which memory they’d run into each other in, I think it has to be that scene in the gym from season 2. It’s pretty much the only memory between them where they’re both happy and together that’s been shown on screen. It would be a good way to reaffirm their friendship, too, if they’re both visiting that memory. We see Mike shooting her concerned glances when her nose bleeds and she wrote him a letter despite their dynamic being shown as rivals more than friends, so this is a way to expand the depth of their relationship and show that they are friends and they do care about each other in a way that’s yet to be displayed.
Romantic Byler
Can’t talk about Mike in season 5 without factoring byler into it!
As far as how this theory plays into byler edging towards becoming canon, I think this is where the audience would finally be being told that Mike is in love with Will in every aspect except the actual words. This is where “show don’t tell” is gonna take it’s extreme. We’re going to be going on a journey with Mike through memory lane of all the good and the bad, which Will is inevitably a major part of both of those types of memories. We’ll see Mike’s reactions to things, which we aren’t shown throughout the show very often after season 1. There is going to be an undeniable love for Will shown from Mike’s perspective.
Then, with Will being the one to rescue Mike, we’re also going to get Mike realizing Will needs him even when he isn’t providing something for Will. He’s going to understand that Will wants him around. A more emotionally aware Mike + a single Mike + a Mike who feels loved for who he is by Will = a potential confession.
All around, I just think that Mike getting held hostage through a long-standing curse could add a lot to the story. I also wrote this while having not slept in about 2 days, so please feel free to add onto the things I missed :)
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The contract (part 2)
featuring: jade x gn! reader, azul x gn! Reader, floyd x gn! Reader
Importend: spoilers for book 3 in twisted wonderland(about jade his magic) hope this fanfic will be to your liking!<3 and i apologize for my bad english..
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Sometime ago you signed a contract with Azul, Jade and Floyd. The contract stated that you would be able to enjoy your time and that they will always care for you aslong as you tried to do the same for yourself. You had to promise them you would take care of yourself, but if you didn’t or ever tried to leave them, there would be big consequences. You had to stay with them forever. You accepted this contract.
You always missed being cared about and here was your solution. At the time Azul and the other 2 proposed the contract to you, you were feeling very stressed. Its been sometime now when you signed it and to be honest, you still weren't sure if you made the right choice. The 3 where acting very caring lately but- a little...possessive.
The 3 gentleman were all charming and handsome, but as time went on, you weren't sure if she could keep up with all of them.
You have spend the last weeks with them everyday and they were so possesive. Everyone els who wasn't them and who dared to look at you would be in trouble theirselfs. Sometimes floyd even squeezed them untill they promised to never look at you again, But you didn’t know that. You were just having fun with the 3 though, you did find it quite wierd that so many people ignored you lately..it sucked actually. Almost no one wanted to talk to you anymore...
The men wanted you to be available to them at all times, and you found yourself exhausted. You weren't sure if you could keep going in this arrangement. However, you didn't want to break the contract, azul never told you what would happen if you did..
You were very busy with all your school work. To be honest it was stressing you out. Last time this happend the 3 did everything for you to make you relax. It was great they were helping you but you felt guilty. You took so much of their time, you didn’t want to do that again. You started to spend a little less time with them since this week and of course they noticed that.
One evening you were studying in your room. You heard a knock on your door and stood up to open it. "Shrimpy...~ can we come in?" The way floyd said that already gave you a bad feeling. You didn’t do anything wrong did you? What could you have done wrong? You tried to talk to them as much as you could and you were nice to them. "Oh! Sure..come in!" You said as you opend the door wider then before. The 3 gentlemen went inside and were now before you and they weren't happy.."Explain yourself.." Azul said, you had no idea what they ment "what..do you mean? I don't understand what your talking about."
Jade chuckled. "'What do you mean?' So your telling us you really don't know..?" He said "i'm sorry..I really don't know" you backed away a little from jade, but out of no where you felt 2 arms around your waist from behind, a little too tight for your liking. You looked back and saw that the arms belonged to Floyd. Jade cupped your cheek to make you look back at him as he smiled "Aw..how naive, let us make it clear for you then, darling~" you felt someones else his breath right next to your ear "you broke the contract." Your eyes widend a bit. You were scared of course. You started to tremble a little. You didn’t know what was about to happen to you. "Aww~ shrimpy, dont be so scared~ your trembling so much~" Floyd said as he hugged you tighter.
"Normaly..we would do something drastic....like work you to death in the mostro lounge." Azul said. "But~ we can't do that to you...we love you way to much for that." Jade explained as he let go of your cheek "That's right~ so we decided to do something way beter~" Floyd replied. "Indeed. now..don't lose your temper, but we will lock you up for some time.," "w-what-?! I- i don't even know what i did wrong! You can't do that!" "Oh but we can love~ its for the best anyway and do you really don't know what you have done wrong?" Jade awnserd. "Of course I don't!" You started to struggle in floyd's grip.
You wanted to get out of here because this was going a little too far! Floyd's hold on you tightend even more and it started to hurt "shh~ stop struggeling, we will take care of you, shrimpy" "Just give in, darling~" Jade said as azul got closer "it will be okay~ just relax" "Listen I don't want this! Get off me!" You said as you struggled even more
"Jade..go on" jade got closer to you. "Look into my eye, okay sweetheart~?" You looked into his eye "good job~ now..do you really don't want this? You want us to care about you right~?" You rememberd people telling you that if you looked into the eyes of jade you had no other choice then .to tell the truth. People say that unique magic of him was called "shock the heart". You had no other choice to awnser his question. "I- I do want you all to care about me..I also..kind of like it too spend time with you 3 if im locked up, but i don't think its the right thing-" you felt a little embarrased to have said that out loud however you didn’t have a choice anyway as Jade fored you to say it.
Floyd his tight grip on you loosened a bit. "Aww~, really? How sweet of you, .don't worry..we take good care of you~ now come on" jade said "lets go to your..New home for now~" "now we can finally spoil you all day long, shrimpy~" Floyd replied. As the four of started walking to your new place~
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Why is Mike so dumb? (Not really)
The layered internal conflicts of the characters in Stranger Things are truly admirable. And the fact that people refuse to see that behind the words of the characters may be hiding something completely different from what they mean, only confirms this: people love to deceive, and first of all themselves.
"Friends don't lie" has become more than just the Party's naïve motto as they've grown older, it's become the keynote that, after coming full circle, like so much else on the show, it's back to full circle by Season 5. The Duffer brothers have made the lines of the show's key characters incredibly deep and complex, and what's happening right now between El, Will and Mike is one of the most complex and truly horrifying tragedies of our entire existence.
It always seemed very strange to me how a large number of people cling to Mileven and do not see anything else around. At the same time, I do not feel hatred or rejection towards lovers of the Mike / Eleven couple. But let's be objective: how many couples do you know who have stayed with each other for life, becoming each other's first? I'm not talking about the couples from the series that ended up getting this far, let's talk about reality. Children's first love is something truly pure, tender, almost holy. I was also in love with my 11-12 years old, and when now, at 31, I remember this, I remember only warmth and bright feelings. I remember this boy's name, but I don't even remember his face.
At the same time, the Duffer brothers in an interview frankly told us several key things: they do not believe in love at first sight, they do not consider the relationship between Mike and Eleven to be something serious, they describe this relationship as “Mike found a puppy in the forest and wanted to take care of him". Plus, and I think it's a big deal, when Eleven was first seen, Party had her hair cut so short that other people thought she was a boy -- at 11 years old, boys and girls aren't that different yet. At the same time, I always liked the ease and acceptance with which Mike spoke about El in any of its forms: he really didn't care if she looked like a girl or a boy, he finds her "pretty" in any form. And I think this is also important.
I was a fan of Mileven myself until the end of Season 2. I cried and was touched by the way Mike and El kissed at the Snow Ball. But during Season 3, I began to understand that something was clearly wrong going on between them. And Mike is really starting to act weird. At this time, they are 14 years old, more conscious sexuality begins to wake up. Hormones are raging and all that stuff. And at these moments, I begin to notice in Mike that he is not really want to take next base in relationships with El. Don't you remember yourself at 14? I remember myself very clear. We hung out in groups, and when the boys paid attention to us, we wanted to be as tactile with them as possible. But Mike is limited to very modest hand touches. This is his maximum, while El hugs him, reaches for him, while kissing wants to touch his face and hair. This is weird. I do not take into account Mike's lies in all of this, but for some reason one very important thing comes to my mind: at 11 years old, Mike did not listen to Hopper and went to look for Will with the Party on his own, at 12 years old, Mike, angry, attacked Hopper with his fists. And then suddenly he was horrified by Hopper when he scared Mike a little? Last year a boy literally saw a possessed friend and dead people, for God sake! At the same time, the boy probably understood that Jim would not do anything to him, would not harm him at all. So why did he start to avoid El and come up with all sorts of nonsense? Was he just looking for a reason? And the words of Jim to Joyce are also important: "they kiss all the time." That is, apart from kisses, a couple of Mike and El are not interested in anything else and do not have a connect without any "End of the World" danger? That's really sad.
"Mike tries to be normal as hard as he can" is practically a Finn's quote from Season 4. And in general, the way Finn refers to his character as an "idiot" in other interviews shows us that he understands what's going on with Mike, and it pisses him off. If this isn't a sexual identity crisis, then what could be tormenting Mike so much? I remember my identity crisis, which I lived at the age of 15-18. It almost took me to a psychiatrist and a surgeon because I couldn't figure out why I liked both boys and girls and why I sometimes felt like a guy. It was scary. I lived in Russia in the 2000s and it was very similar to the 1980s in America, trust me. The clash of conservatism and liberalism regarding sexual minorities and their representation on TV was simply crazy. I had no where to get information about what was happening to me. And as I look at Mike's tossing, I remember that I also tried my best to be "normal." I had my first sex at 20, with my close many-years friend, because it was too scary for me. And at the same time I suffered very deeply inside and thought that I was going crazy. Of course, Mike begins to lie to himself and believe his lies in order to stay sane. He really believes what he says at the end of Season 4. But his monologue is the bizarre mixture of lies and half-truths that he is now capable of.
I sincerely believe that Mike loves El. However, he is completely honest when he says that he "cares about her", calls her a "superhero" and cannot say "I love you" when El expects these words from him as her boyfriend. He loves her, but not in the way that El loves him -- not in a romantic way. Mike's monologue at the end of Season 4 is kind of a compromise. He reconciled his two opposing sides inside and brought them to what we have in the final. But while it's true that he might like guys too, he's not ready to dive just yet.
And at the same time, I really like the way El reacts to all of this. I want to ask the Mileven fans why, after the long-awaited “I love you”, El barely talks to Mike and feels lonely? She had been waiting for these words for so long, heard them -- but is she unhappy? Doesn't this seem strange? I would love to hear an explanation of this situation, because if it's not that El sensed the lie in Mike's words (and that he was lying to himself first of all), then I don't understand what is happening. I think El is amazing and she deserves the truth. And a relationship with a guy who is confused in himself is not what she deserves.
I'm truly sorry for Mike. I understand his conflict, I understand his suffering. He really is terribly confused. And I love how the Duffer brothers showed us that from the very beginning of the series. While everyone was wondering if Will was gay (although in the very first developments for the series, the phrase "has difficulties with sexual identity" was literally on the second line of Will's description, that is, it is a key to his personality), they dragged through the growing up Mike's internal conflict, giving us such microscopic clues that it was very easy to miss.
The theme of growing up, changes in oneself and in the world, self-determination, presented by the Duffer brothers in Stranger Things is really brilliant. We are used to the fact that there are shows for children and there are shows for teenagers, and these are completely different age categories and they raise completely different topics. And because of this, the very transition between these categories seems to turn into a perennial abyss. Although in fact the border is very thin, and it is this border that is the most conflicting of the moments of life. We are used to the fact that 15-16 year old teenagers are played by 20+ year old actors, this does not seem strange. And I don’t know how about you, but I still have very strange feelings from the fact that in Season 1 we see 11-13 year old actors who play 12-year-old characters with their childish games, and in 4 season they are already 18-20 years old, their characters have become full-fledged teenagers of 15-16 years old, and they really grew up. But, unlike other shows where we get to know teenage characters already at their 15-16, here we grew up with them. We live together with these complex conflicts of adolescence. And yes, that's why we often feel uncomfortable about it. We want certainty, we want to see that the characters have clear answers to everything, but come on guys! Let's be honest with each other.
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So yeah! The final route is out and I'm done!
Not with the game ofc, but we're done with the main stories of all male leads! yayy!!! *clap clap clap*
Also this review won't be containing any spoilers because I'm going to translate Sueharu's route.
How do I feel about Sueharu's route?
Honestly, its one of the most entertaining routes! There is so much fun from start to finish. The rebel gang and the shogunate gang are nothing but a bunch of man children so it is filled with brainless ridiculous humor everywhere, which I really love.
Having a bunch of comic relief scenes everywhere is good at lightening the mood when the route is dealing with heavy subjects like child abuse and stuff.
So I had a fun ride!
How was the story?
There are many funny moments, romantic moments and serious moments as well. Everything is very well mixed in so that you won't get tired when playing the route.
It's not like El's route where there is 2 or 3 funny moments and the rest are all filled with sadness which makes you feel tired when reading it.
In Sueharu route, there will be a very serious scene going on. For example, the world is ending, children are getting possessed by demons, both the rebel and shogunate armies are falling apart and then we have Kurama who is like 'Tamamo fight me!'
How is Yoshino?
Yoshino is same as ever. She's very cute and angelic. I love her so much!
Her presence and her chemistry with Sueharu is one of the best things in this route. I really love her bad girl persona in one particular scene but I also love her innocent persona overall.
No matter how much I say that I love her, it is still not enough!! She's my queen!!
How is Sueharu?
This one was unexpected. I never thought Sueharu would be such a tough nut to crack. In his whole route, he is shielding his heart from being revealed to anyone. Whenever one of his friends gets close to him, he pushes them away immediately! Even Yoshino!
But somewhere around chap 19 he reveals his past but he is still not ready to accept Yoshino. You'll know that once I start translating. But after he's in love...OMG! He becomes super jealous, possessive and needy! He himself is shocked and embarrassed to find that he is this pathetic. Yoshino is so scary man! She makes all the male leads love sick to the point of insanity!
What about Benkei?
As you can see, Benkei is the love rival. Sueharu trusts Benkei a lot. He does care and trust the other rebel members as well, but if he had to choose one of them to look after something precious to him (for example, Yoshino) it would be Benkei without a doubt. I can understand that because Benkei is overall the most kindest male lead out of all. This kind heart is what made Sueharu trust Benkei more than anyone else in the world. I do really love their friendship, maybe even a bit more than Morinaga and Sueharu.
Final thoughts!
This route is great. One of the well-written routes if I have to say. So if you wanna play it then go play it or wait for my translations....which will start very soon.
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The difference between feeling different and being different: some WillEl thoughts
When El says in S4 that Mike can not understand what its like for her to be bullied, even though he’s been through bullying, she means it. And she’s right.
Mike, while he has been bullied his whole life, has never been truly different from the people around him. He’s always had people that can understand. Everything he went through, every part of him that was made the target of derision, was something his friends could relate to. He was bullied for looking funny, being a nerd, being too childish – all the things that his best friends were mocked for as well. He was never truly alone in his suffering. He was never truly different.
El, on the other hand, is alone in her trauma, her powers. It’s like she said: “I am different.” There is not a single person alive on earth that can relate to what she’s been through (besides maybe Kali, who doesn’t count since she basically doesn’t exist anymore). No one can understand what it’s like to grow up in the lab. No one can understand what its like to think you’re a monster because of the horrors you’ve unwittingly unleashed and the fucking murders you’ve been forced to commit to help your loved ones and save yourself. The massacre she witnessed as a child. Henry/001/Vecna. The weight of the world on her shoulders, constantly. El is different! She is fundamentally different from everyone around her. She is isolated in her trauma. And that sucks. That makes it so that when she tries to fit in with normal people and gets rejected, she feels completely alone. She basically is completely alone! She can’t communicate to Mike how she feels, because he is literally incapable of understanding, no matter how hard he tries or how much he wants to. He will never get it.
And then there’s Will. Will, who wrote in his secret files that he feels sorry for El. That having a power like that must be isolating and scary. That he thinks he knows how she feels. Because Will, too, is fundamentally different from everyone around him. He’s gay, his father was abusive, he’s been called slurs (the only one out of the party to be called them, as far as I can tell), he was trapped in the Upside Down and possessed by the Mind Flayer, used as a weapon to hurt the people he loved. No one can understand what that’s like. No one can relate to that. Will is isolated. Just like El. And that’s where they can help each other.
Will can never understand the lab, the manipulation, the weight El is always under. El can never understand the bigotry, the fear of violence, the constant fear Will feels just existing. But they both can understand being truly different. Being isolated. And they don’t have to be alone anymore. They’re family.
#god i wish the show would show them more#like really explore their depths#because they could be SO GOOD#season 5 please deliver 🙏🙏#anways willel makes me feel things they are just so. they are meant to be siblings#destined found family#willel#will byers#el hopper#eleven hopper#jane hopper#girl has so many names#(affectionate)#will and eleven#stranger things#byers-hopper family#character analysis#the thing about will feeling sorry for el is from will byers: secret files btw
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English: "I offered Jose my car" "Le ofrecí a Jose mi carro". The indirect object NOUN becomes a qualified pronoun. I have a list of 20 odd verbs where that is the case. (1) Does this rule have a name (2)Described somewhere officially - like Royal Spanish society (3) OR is just a convention. I can find some references but no definite details. Can you help
I think I need to see what you're looking at because I'm not entirely sure I'm following. Please let me know if this isn't answering your question or I'm missing it
Bear with me, I'm going to explain what I am understanding:
"I offered Jose my car" uses both an indirect and a direct object. Jose is the indirect object - le ofrecí "I offered (to him)"
The mi carro here is the direct object, using a possessive adjective - "my" - instead of just "the car". That would be called a "possessive determiner" - in more linguistic cases, or languages with case systems I think this would be understood as "the genitive"
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You could potentially change the sentence to use a kind of possessive that works as a noun/adjectival.
In other words, le ofrecí el mío "I offered him mine"; where mío/a means "of mine" and it changes for gender of the thing
Like le ofrecí la pluma "I offered him the pen" vs. le ofrecí la mía "I offered him mine"
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If you're asking why the le is there for indirect objects, this is really more of a 3rd person thing
me ofreciste "you offered me" needs no pronoun because me only applies to yo as its object
When you use le or les it could refer to "him", "her", and also usted / ustedes, or "them" of any gender
le ofrezco a José is for emphasis, as le ofrezco "I offer to him/her/usted" is simple... but if I'm specifically singling out the person you add the a
This is just like me gusta being regular, but a mí me gusta being for emphasis
As an example: le ofrecí mi carro a José, no a ella reads as "I offered my car to Jose, not to her"
The a (alguien) isn't strictly necessary but it does make it clearer who you're talking about because le and les have more ambiguity
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Again, please let me know if this is not what you were asking about, I feel like I need more information
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ST Play Theorizing
Feel free to join in in the comments. I will be putting this under a read more because I am literally doing everything possible not to spoil anyone who doesn't want to know stuff.
A couple more hours have passed and as I listen to the Persona 3 Reload Soundtrack on repeat and eat ice cream, I have some more thoughts.
Henry
What I take away from Henry at this point is that while he's not a good person, he was also in a no-win situation. Henry was purposely and intentionally shaped into the person he is today by Brenner, the Mind Flayer, his mother, and himself.
I can't exactly fault anyone being influenced by a demon from an alternate dimension, but it's just that. Influence. His symptoms, while similar to possessed Will, doesn't seem to match. It seems like he's in the same position as non-possessed Will. Unlike Will who can just feel its presence and understand its intentions, it seems Henry can actually "hear" it.
From what we've seen of other possessed people, they are pretty much incapable of functioning like normal human beings after a while since the mind Flayer is not human. They also begin to look sickly and pale. Like zombies who stare off into space.
The Henry was saw in the lab in season 4 was not like that. Certainly he wasn't right in the head but I wouldn't classify that as a normal Mind Flayer possession.
No, there's something else here. We have two people so far who were in the Upside Down for an extended amount of time and SOMETHING was wrong with them that isn't exactly possession. They become connected to that place and change mentally and physically.
It's not just mental and physical trauma, it's something else.
Could it be simply breathing the air too long is enough to do this?
Could it be eating or drinking... whatever substance that can be found there is the culprit? What exactly is there that changed Henry and Will's nature?
Will was there for like..... 7-8 days I think? And they say Henry was there for 12. Could it be those 4 to 5 extra days caused the Mind Flayer to have more influence over Henry's Mind than Will's?
Anyway, to summarize, what I take away from Henry's story here is "No one is born evil, they become evil." He was probably once a normal kid and maybe in an alternate world where he was able to make some slightly different choices, he could've gone down a different path. Like most other humans.
But now he is the way he is, killing teenagers for power and revenge, obsessed with making the world his playground. Although his goals line up with what the Mind Flayer wants, I don't believe the Mind Flayer is the ultimate source of his "pain" so to speak.
Will's Disappearance
I haven't really found enough people describing Henry's disappearance. So I'll just draw the conclusion that Henry was out near the Nevada desert or something star gazing with his spyglass and accidentally got swept up in one of Brenner's experiments. We he just casually star gazing or was he an adventurous kids that came across a secret government facility and curiosity killed the cat? I dunno.
This disappearance I think we can for sure call an accident. I don't know how he got back to the real world, haven't read that either. But he did.
So this leads me to question Will's disappearance. For the longest time now, I've had the theory that Henry/Vecna kidnapped Will. I don't mean that literally, I mean Henry controlled the Demogorgon that night looking for El and Will got mixed up in that.
Whether he mistook Will for El for a moment, realized it wasn't her, but took him anyway OR thought it was her the whole time and didn't realize it wasn't until afterwards. Either way, I was thinking he controlled the Demogorgon.
Now after this play, I have two different minds.
It's possible that it was the Mind Flayer that took Will. Apparently the Mind Flayer has experience messing with little kids heads and making them into pawns. Vecna might not be able to survive outside the Upside Down, so a new vessel for the Mind Flayer is a given. So I guess Will was a suitable victim for their needs.
It still leads me to wonder if something particular about Will made him suitable for this. Surely Barb or those hunters or so many other people sitting in Hawkins would've worked? So why follow this kid around for a week when getting someone else would've been easier?
The other possibility is that it was still technically Henry/Vecna that orchestrated this. His goals are aligned with the Mind Flayer and his reasons for needing a vessel are the same. Plus, if there was a particular reason to take Will, Henry would have a better idea why since he can get into peoples minds and all. Maybe their similarities is what made Will the ideal candidate.
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Chapter Four: The Fight
Summary: Just as you’re beginning to wrap your brain around the Upside Down, Billy Hargrove pays you all a visit at the Byers household and flips your world on its head again. (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, 3.2k words)
Warnings: Violence, abuse, language. Reader gets injured in a fight.
Masterlist
November 5th, 1984
You paced back and forth in the Byers’ living room. Steve and the kids were trying to busy themselves by cleaning up the mess left behind from the craziness that had just ensued. You were still trying to wrap your head around all of the information that had been thrown at you in the past couple of hours.
Okay. Breathe.
This is what you had learned so far:
1. The Shadow Monster that had taken control of Will was like The Mind Flayer, a creature from D&D.
God, if you hadn’t already regretted not joining Hellfire on Friday night, you certainly did now. Maybe if you had, you’d have a better understanding of what these monsters were.
You couldn’t help wondering how Eddie would handle all of this. He’d probably be completely in his element. You wished he was there, then shook yourself out of your daydreaming to focus back on your list.
2. Will was like a spy for The Mind Flayer, but he figured out how to use morse code to communicate without alerting it.
3. He told you all to “close the gate.”
4. The phone rang and Will found out where you were all hiding, then The Demodogs found you.
5. Nancy Wheeler was way too confident with a shotgun.
6. Somehow, this “El” girl showed up and saved you. Hence the mess.
The details were still fuzzy on that one. You cleared your throat and everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you.
“Guys? Remind me… El. Who is she, exactly? How did she stop the Demodogs?”
“She has superpowers,” Mike answered nonchalantly.
“She has what?” You asked, dumbfounded. Then after the initial shock wore off, you shook your head. Out of everything you had discovered that night, that was probably one of the least crazy.
“She has telekinetic powers,” Lucas explained.
“She was part of an experiment at the lab and she escaped. She was Number Eleven. That’s why we call her El,” Mike added.
“Jesus Christ, how much were the people in that lab trying to cover up?” You grumbled, rubbing your temples.
“Well, hopefully not much more…” Steve joked.
He was handling all of this remarkably well. You were sort of pissed at him for it.
You shook your head disdainfully at his attempt at humor and continued your list in your head as you bit your nails.
7. El and Hopper were trying to close the gate at the lab, like Will said to do.
8. Nancy, Jonathan and Joyce were at Hopper’s cabin in the woods trying to smoke the Mind Flayer out of Will’s body so it wouldn’t kill him when the gate did close.
You were still having trouble wrapping your mind around those last two.
“The gate.” What did that even mean? What would that even look like? Why would Will die if it closed before the Mind Flayer was gone?
“Okay, one more question. Last one, I swear,” You said, then decided that was probably a stupid thing to promise as you added, “Maybe. Anyways, this gate that Will needs us to close, it’s like a doorway to the Upside Down, right?”
“Right,” Lucas confirmed as he and Max swept up glass from the floor.
“And the Upside Down is where those Demodogs come from?”
“Yes. And the Mind Flayer. It’s like an alternate version of Hawkins. A dark dimension. Everything is pretty much the same, but it’s creepier and there’s no people there. Just monsters, as far as we know,” Dustin explained.
You bit off a hangnail that was on your thumb as you nodded along, pretending like this made complete sense to you and didn’t shatter your view of the world whatsoever.
“Okay. Right. So, El, she’s gonna use her powers to close this gate?”
“Yes,” Dustin sighed.
“And why can’t they just close it while that thing is possessing Will? Wouldn’t it just kill it and save Will?”
Dustin pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again more loudly.
“Because, with the Mind Flayer controlling him, Will is part of his army now. He’s part of the hive mind. We’ve been over this. How hard is it to understand, Jesus…”
You scoffed at him incredulously, your mouth hanging open in shock. You couldn’t stop the anger rising up within you.
“Excuse me? What did you just say?” You shouted as you stared daggers at him.
“Okay…” Steve mumbled as he intervened, grabbing you by your shoulders. You tried to protest it as he pulled you into the kitchen.
“Did you hear how that little shithead just spoke to me?!” You hissed at him.
“Yes, I did. That’s just how he is sometimes, okay? You can’t let it get to you. He’s a little know-it-all. A kid, right? He’s just a kid.”
He looked into your eyes with raised eyebrows, his hands still gripping your shoulders to try to bring you back down to Earth.
Dustin was just a kid, and he was trying to handle everything the best way he knew how. He was trying to rationalize it all, and he was probably exhausted, too. It was past midnight at this point - officially Monday - and he had been dealing with this shit since at least Saturday.
You took a deep breath. His frustration with you was actually kind of funny when you thought about it.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just lost the plot for a minute there.”
“I know. It’s okay. You’ve had to deal with a lot tonight.”
You smiled up at him appreciatively, then eyed his hands on your shoulders. He cleared his throat and removed them when he realized he hadn’t let go yet.
“Sorry. You good now?” He asked, his hands now on his hips.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”
You nodded at each other during a brief moment of awkwardness before Dustin called Steve to help him with something in the living room.
“Goddammit. Now what?” Steve muttered as he left the kitchen to see what was going on.
You stayed behind and closed your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing to calm down. Then you jumped as you heard a loud clattering noise beside you.
Dustin was emptying the entire contents of the Byers’ fridge, shelves included, as you watched in shock.
“Alright, it should fit now,” Dustin said and looked at Steve who had just reentered the kitchen. Your eyes widened as you realized that he was carrying the dead monster, wrapped up in a quilt.
So much for remaining calm.
Steve gave you a weary look, then sighed and turned his head to Dustin.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Yes, it is, okay? This is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. We can’t just bury it like some common mammal. It’s not a dog!”
“Alright, alright. But you’re explaining this to Mrs. Byers,” Steve grumbled and turned to you again before walking to the fridge. “See what I mean? Know-it-all.”
You snorted and watched in disgust as the two of them argued and struggled to fit it into the fridge. After they were finally able to close the door on it, Steve let out a deep breath and shook Dustin by his head playfully before realizing he had monster goo all over his hands. Dustin groaned in disgust and put a hand on his hat to assess the damage done as Steve grabbed a nearby dish towel to wipe his hands off.
Okay. New fact:
9. There was a dead demodog in the fridge beside you.
You rubbed your eyes as you processed the ridiculousness of this, then winced when Dustin yelled to Mike and Lucas as they were discussing something loudly in the living room.
You groaned and the three of you walked over to join their conversation.
“The chief will take care of her,” Lucas said, trying to talk Mike down. He must have been speaking about El. Mike seemed to really care for her, considering their emotional reunion when she showed up to fight off the Demodogs.
“Like she needs protection…” Max mumbled. She was in awe of her, understandably.
“Listen, dude,” Steve sighed, “A coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it. Alright?”
You rolled your eyes. His basketball metaphors were lost on you, and clearly the others, too.
“Okay, first of all, this isn’t some stupid sports game. And second, we’re not even in the game. We’re on the bench,” Mike argued.
You didn’t want any part of the fight and certainly didn’t want the kids to be in danger, but you couldn’t help pursing your lips and nodding at this in agreement. His commitment to the analogy was impressive.
“Right… So my point is…” Steve trailed off and looked around, trying to figure out a way to fight him back on this. You all stared at him and waited.
“…Right. Yeah. We’re on the bench. So there’s nothing we can do,” He stammered nervously. The look on his face told you that he already knew how bad his argument was.
You gave him a mocking smile and thumbs up to let him know just how badly he had done, and he glared back at you.
“That’s not entirely true…” Dustin spoke up. “I mean, these Demodogs, they have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”
Lucas snapped his fingers as he realized what Dustin was getting at.
“If we get their attention…”
“Maybe we can draw them from the lab,” Max finished his sentence.
“And clear a path to the gate,” Mike added excitedly.
Steve snorted and threw his hands up.
“Yeah, and then we all die!”
You squinted at him and shook your head.
“Steve!” You hissed, and he shrugged back at you.
“That’s one point of view…” Dustin mumbled.
“No, that’s not a point of view, man. That’s a fact!”
“Steve!” You repeated, yelling this time.
“How else do you want me to stop this?!” He snapped back.
“I don’t know, but you don’t need to threaten them with death!”
“It’s not my fault they don’t listen to reason!”
You were so busy arguing that you didn’t notice Mike beginning to form a plan. Steve overheard him talking about setting the hub of the Demodog tunnels on fire and butted in with a, “Yeah, that’s a no!” Before turning back to you to continue your fight.
“Look, all due respect, you’re new here. You don’t know how to handle these guys,” He said matter-of-factly.
You gawped at him, offended, as he glanced at the kids and yelled, “Hey!” In another attempt to get them to stop. It didn’t work. They continued scheming.
“Oh, really? What, because you’re doing such a good job?” You sneered.
“They’re alive, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, but not for long, apparently. According to you…”
“Only if they don’t listen to me! GUYS! Hey, hey, hey!” He clapped his hands together and shouted when he became too overwhelmed by trying to fend you all off at once, simultaneously shutting you up and stopping the kids from finalizing their plan of action.
He took a deep breath after he got everyone’s attention, putting his hands on his hips for dramatic effect before he spoke again.
“This is not happening,” He commanded, trying to speak more calmly.
Mike began to protest and he put a hand up to stop him.
“No, no, no. No buts! I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We are staying here - on the bench - and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?”
“This isn’t a stupid sports game!” Mike yelled back, but Steve refused to relent. He clutched the dishrag he had pulled off of his shoulder in his grip and waved it at Mike like an exasperated mother.
“I said, does everybody understand that? I need a yes!”
The kids refused this order, staring at him disparagingly. Max turned to you for help.
“Y/N, do you agree with this bullshit?”
You glanced over at Steve as he was glaring back at you and sighed.
“Sorry, Mad Max. I do. Steve’s right, we shouldn’t deviate from the plan. We can’t risk you guys getting hurt over something that might not even work.”
Steve snorted at this, far too happy about you admitting that he was right. You rolled your eyes at him.
It truly felt like the two of you were a married couple bickering about how to parent your kids. You tried not to laugh out loud at this thought.
There was only a brief moment of peace and quiet before you heard the sound of a car engine revving outside.
Max ran to the window to take a look and gasped.
“It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us,” She said to Lucas in a panic.
After everything that happened since, you had completely forgotten the original reason why you followed Max that night.
Shit. One more for the list:
10. Billy had figured out where you were, and he was probably going to try to kill you all.
Cool. Why not pile that onto the already insane list of things you had to deal with?
“Don’t worry, I got this,” Steve said confidently and walked to the door. You got in front of him to try to stop him.
“Whoa, wait! What's the game plan here? Billy’s not exactly the reasonable type.”
“I don’t know, just keep them inside,” He muttered as he grabbed you by your arms and pulled you aside so he could get past you.
You were terrified for him but obeyed, commanding the kids to get away from the window. You stood on your tiptoes and watched Steve speak to Billy through the frosted glass on the front door.
When Billy eventually pointed inside and Steve turned to look, you tore yourself away from the door to see the kids hiding behind the back of the couch. They had clearly ignored your orders and were watching outside the window anyways.
“Guys! What the hell?! I told you to get back!” You yelled and ran over to them.
“Shit! Did he see us?” Dustin asked nervously as he hid with the others.
You looked outside to see Billy push Steve violently to the ground and kick him in the stomach, then storm towards the front door. You raced to lock it, but you were too late. Billy threw it open and came face to face with you.
“Y/N? You’re in on this, too, huh?” He said with a mocking laugh. “Honestly didn’t expect that from you.”
You stood your ground despite your fear. Suddenly, after what you had been through, Billy didn’t seem as scary anymore.
“Billy, you need to go home. Now.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. Not unless Max comes with me.”
“Well, I’m not going to let you take her.”
He laughed manically at this.
“Right,” He sneered and pushed you out of his way roughly. Your back thudded against the wall of the entryway.
“Well, well, well,” He said as he saw Lucas standing in the hallway next to Max. “Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise. I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max.”
“Billy, go away,” She demanded with a shaky voice. He ignored her plea.
“You disobeyed me, and you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.”
He grabbed Lucas by his jacket and slammed him up against a shelf of china in the living room. You yelped and rushed forward to try to pull him off of him as Lucas and the other kids screamed at him to get off, but Billy turned around and pushed you to the floor with ease.
“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her.” He said as he slammed Lucas against the shelf again, then bellowed louder, “Stay away from her! You hear me?!”
“I said get off of me!” Lucas screeched and kneed him right in the balls.
Billy grunted in pain and recoiled, and you exhaled in relief as you struggled to get up off the ground.
“You are so dead, Sinclair! You’re dead.”
Then Steve appeared through the door as if by magic, and pulled Billy away from him by his shoulder.
“No, you are,” He retorted and punched him straight in the face, nearly knocking him to the floor.
“Steve!” You cried out in shock without thinking. Lucas ran into Mike and Dustin’s arms for comfort.
Billy just laughed at this like a lunatic as he nursed his freshly bloodied nose.
“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I’ve been waiting to meet this ‘King Steve’ everybody’s been telling me so much about.”
Steve shook his head and ran a hand through his hair coolly.
“Get out,” He growled and pushed him away by his chest.
There was an eery moment of silence before Billy drew back his fist and threw a punch back at Steve. He dodged it and landed another blow to his face, pushing him into the kitchen table.
“Yes, kick his ass, Steve! Murder the son of a bitch! Now! Now!” Dustin screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Get that shithead!” Mike added in support.
“Quiet!” You shushed them sternly (to no avail, of course) and spread your arms wide as you stood in front of them, attempting to shield them from getting in the middle of the brawl.
Then everyone gasped and went silent as Billy hit Steve over the head with a dinner plate, gaining the upper-hand. Dustin ducked out of the way just in time to miss Billy’s fist as he attempted to strike Steve again and hit a bookshelf instead.
“Billy! Jesus Christ! Stop!” You screeched as you pulled Dustin off the floor and into your arms.
Steve and Billy fumbled their way back to the living room where Billy gripped him by his jacket firmly. You could tell that Steve was losing steam.
“No one tells me what to do!” Billy snarled and head butted him to the ground, then pinned him down and began laying into him violently, blowing punch after punch to his face as you watched in horror. It was clear that Steve was no longer conscious, but that didn’t stop him.
“You’re gonna kill him!” Dustin screamed in terror, and the others joined in, too, begging him to stop.
He was right. You were certain that Billy wasn’t going to stop until he was dead.
You decided to make one last valiant attempt to stop him, laying your full body weight into him to try to drag him to the floor.
But his fists were flying wildly and one punched you right in the nose, knocking you straight into a side table. You smacked your head hard against the corner of it and the world around you began to fade to black.
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Fourth of July
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader
Genre: Angst (SORRY)
Song: Fourth of July- Sufjan Stevens
Warning: Blood, gore, death, reader doesn’t understand she is dying, choking on blood, Billy sobbing, SEASON 3 SPOILERS, Billy lives AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Billy gets possessed by the Mind Flayer and Y/n sacrifices herself so that Billy can continue living.
Word Count:1936
“It’s not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault Max. I promise you, it's not my fault.”
“What’s not your fault Billy?”
“I’ve done things Max, really bad things. I didn’t mean to. HE made me do it.”
“Who made you do it?”
“I don’t know, it's like a shadow. Like a giant shadow. Please, Max.”
“What did he make you do?”
“It’s not my fault, okay? Max, please. Please, believe me, Max, it's not my fault. I tried to stop him, okay? I did. *sniffle* Please believe me, Max. Please believe me.”
“Billy, it’s gonna be okay.”
“Max, please.”
“It’s gonna be okay. We want to help you. We want to help you. You just have to talk to us, okay? You have to talk to us. I believe you, Billy. We’ll figure it out together, okay? I need you to trust me. Please.”
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Everything went downhill. The kids were scared shitless when the Mind Flayer used Billy to break free of the sauna and chase after them. Y/n had gotten a call from Joyce about what was happening and Y/n raced to the mall. “Billy, please don’t do anything stupid! I beg you.” Y/n whispered as tears filled her eyes. She sped down the road before pulling up to the mall. She didn’t even bother turning her car off as she jumped from the driver's seat and raced into the mall. She spun around looking for the kids, Steve, anybody. She found them but it was something she was not expecting to see.
The monster that stood before he was huge. It swung its massive leg around and knocked into the pillars that held the floor above them up. The sound of cracking and crumbling could be heard and Y/n began running as the part that had been hit, crumbled to the ground. She looked around for something she could use as a weapon of some kind. However, she turned to look and see if it had stopped, only for a piece of the building to hit something just right that it smacked into her temple knocking her down and causing her to hit her head.
Drip. Drip. Y/n opened her eyes and quickly stood where she laid. She spun around as the sound of something dripping on the ground surrounded her. Blood slowly fell down the side of her head as she watched her husband, Steve, Nancy, and the others fending off the monstrous entity in the mall. She ran her fingers through her hair that had been matted with blood and sweat. She knew something was off with her husband when he refused to go to the pool with her that afternoon. She looked around for anything that might give her a clue as to why her husband was acting like this but she couldn’t see or find anything. Now, she was standing in Star-court mall as Eleven and the others fought off a massive looking flesh monster.
“You need to leave Y/n! Its not safe!”
El’s voice sounded so close but Y/n could see her fighting off Billy and trying to keep him at bay. Y/n could feel her throat close off as she tried to adjust to what was happening. She swallowed and found her throat dry and it hurt to swallow. She heard a loud noise and looked up to see Mike and the others throwing fireworks at the creature. She watched as it caught one in its mouth. It exploded causing the creature to back away and scream in pain. Y/n turned when she heard her husband’s cry of pain. “No.” She whispered. El turned her head to see Y/n still standing there. “What are you doing?!” She screamed. Y/n ignored her and darted around the falling ledges as the creature smashed its body against it.
Y/n watched as her husband held Eleven against the ground before everything stopped. “Seven feet.” Y/n froze when she heard Eleven say that. ‘How did she know that? Billy told no one else than me and Max about that day.’ Y/n thought. Billy froze above her. Fireworks exploded above them as the rest of the team continued their assault on the massive Mind Flayer. The roar echoing around the building. Y/n stepped closer to hear what Eleven was saying to Billy. Her heart was not prepared for what that would entail.
“You told her. The wave was 7 feet. You ran to her. On the beach. There were seagulls. She wore a hat with a blue ribbon, a long dress with a blue and red flower, yellow sandals covered in sand. She was pretty. Billy’s eyes closed as his eyes filled with tears. Y/n was far enough away that she couldn’t see him crying but she KNEW he had tears in his eyes. Because she did. “She was really pretty. And you; you were happy.” Y/n watched Eleven place her hand on her husband's face and watched as Billy slowly came out of the possession. “WE’RE OUT!” Y/n could hear the others screaming in panic as they were running low on fireworks to keep the monster at bay.
Y/n felt her heart race as the creature turned towards Billy and Eleven. Its sights were set on Eleven. It was set on killing her. To rip her apart. Billy slowly stood up and watched the creature before putting his arms up to stop the beast from attacking El. Y/n jumped and a scream left her mouth. She watched as the Mind Flayer pierced Billy’s sides with its tentacle-like arms. His arms were held out to the side as he screamed in their creatures face. He looked almost psycho in the light, the black blood staining his teeth. Y/n couldn’t face her life without her husband. She had helped him so much and he had helped her. She felt her heart racing in her chest. She knew what she had to do.
The creature’s mouth opened and what looked like a tongue appeared. Its sharp teeth at the end aimed straight for her husband's chest to kill him. She narrowed her eyes and darted forward. Jumping over fallen pieces of the wall and supports. “Y/n don’t!” Billy turned his head just in time to see Y/n use herself as a shield to block the mind flayer’s attack. “DUSTIN SHUT THE GATE NOW!” Lucas screamed into the walkie talkie. Eleven screamed in pure anguish as Y/n was stabbed by the Mind Flayer, however, she held her ground and stared the creature down before it pulled its weapon from her.
“The evil it spread like a
fever ahead
It was night when you died,
my firefly”
Y/n collapsed to the ground and once Billy was released, he crawled to her. “W-why would do that?!” He screamed, well, tried to scream. Y/n looked up at him and gave him a shaky smile. Y/n opened her mouth to speak but blood spilled from her lips as she coughed. Billy held her close to his chest as he cried. “Why did you do that?!” He sobbed loudly. Steve and the others continued to distract the Mind Flayer before it lost balance and fell to the ground; it was dead.
The dust cloud swirled around everyone. Billy was still looking down at his wife begging her with his eyes. He sniffled and tried to keep his tears at bay but he couldn’t. Not when his wife was laying in his arms dying. “I’m n-not dying, B-Billy.” You stuttered as your body started shutting down. She tried to sit up only to scream in pain. Billy wrapped his arms around her and finally, the walls he had put up, came crashing to the ground as he let a loud sob leave his lips. His tears ran down his face like a waterfall. They fell onto her face as he begged and begged her to stay with him.
Y/n’s hand reached up to Billy's face and pressed against his face. He pressed a hand to hers and held it tightly. “Please don’t leave me. You and Max are all I have left.” Billy whimpered, pressing kisses to the palm of her hand. His tears were mixed with blood, dust, and the black blood from the Mind Flayer. “You will still see me.” She whispered. Billy felt his whole world shattering before his eyes. He tried his best to keep her eyes open, but it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and she took her last breath. Billy held her body against his chest as he sobbed loudly. “WHY!!!” He screamed as Joyce, Dustin and Erica ran into the building. “Y/n?” Dustin whispered as he saw his sister dead in Billy’s arms.
“Did you get enough love, my little dove?
Why do you cry?”
And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
My little Versailles”
Billy would never be the same after that night. He had lost his entire world in one night. He held her body as it grew colder and colder. The sound of sirens could be heard and Billy just screamed. Begged whatever god was out there to bring Y/n back. Max ran to her brother and dropped to her knees. She had just lost her sister in law and tears were pouring from her eyes. “This is all my fault. She’s dead because of me.” Billy whimpered out and he buried his face in Y/n’s shoulder. Max looked up at her brother helplessly before pulling both him and Y/n’s body to hers. “It’s not your fault Billy. If anything, it's the Mind Flayers' fault.” She tried in hopes that it would help Billy a little bit. It didn’t. Billy shook his head and sobbed. “Why was she the one to be taken Max. It should have been me. Not her.” He cried into Y/n’s hair and he held tightly to her dead body.
“Life won’t be the same with her gone now.” Billy felt his bottom lip wobble as the paramedic lifted her body from his arms and carried her corpse to the ambulance. Max ran to her brother and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him from behind. Billy placed his hands on her arms and cried. “I’m gonna miss her, Billy.” Max whispered so softly that Billy almost missed what she said. A single tear rolled down his face as he turned to face his little sister. He lifted his hands to her face to check for any wound that needed treatment before pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss her too, kid.” Billy whispered. The two siblings just sat there, trying to come to terms that the person they both loved was gone. “I’m gonna miss you Y/n.” Billy whispered softly.
A soft breeze blew through and ruffled both his and Max’s hair. They both looked up to see a figure standing a little bit away from the mall. Billy kept his eyes on the figure before it disappeared in a wisp of air. He could feel a light feeling move through his chest before he turned to Max. She looked at him and Billy knew she felt the same thing. As Billy was being checked and bandaged up, a voice could be heard, but it was only Billy and Max that heard the voice.
“And I’m sorry I left, But it was for the best.”
#Billy Hargrove#angst#Female reader#Reader dies#Max Mayfield#Season 3 spoilers#Billy Lives au#Billy redemption#Billy is a good big brother#Billy comforts Max
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From “GUIDEPOST OBSERVER: Racism in Spain” by E.N. Bouffard
First published in GUIDEPOST - 31 July 1981
“Racism . . . hatred or intolerance of another race. . .” Random House College Dictionary
In 1978, there were over 158,000 “extranjeros” residing in Spain representing 61 of the world’s nations from 5 continents. Spain never has had a “racial” problem in the sense that the U.S. has with its blacks and “chicanos;” or the British with their minorities from Africa, Pakistan and India. In fact, Spaniards are most fond of saying that they harbor no racial prejudice whatsoever.
What the Spaniards say is true in one sense. Certainly, no one from the foreign community seems to be complaining about racial discrimination — personal or institutional. (...) In another sense what the Spaniards say is not the whole truth in at least two significant cases. The first involves the Basques; the second the gypsies. <- don't expect nothing more to be said about how Spaniards are racist towards Roma people, it's a subject the author decided didn't need a development.
No “Spaniard” will ever raise a racial issue in discussing the Basques. On the contrary, almost every Basque — some 2 million of them — will agree with the oft and publicly repeated proposition of Herri Batasuna — “No somos españoles!” [We are not Spaniards]
(...) There is only one conclusion to draw from this kind of statement. Whoever makes it does not know the history of the Basques on the Iberian Peninsula, desires to forget it or wants to alter the history books. The Basques have been on this Peninsula so long they do not even know where they came from or how their language originated. Their origins go back beyond recorded history.
Just as one can not understand the ideological roots of communism without reading Marx and Lenin, one can not understand Basque racism without being familiar with Sabino Arana Goiri. All this nonsense of Basque racism which most Basques believe today began with this “ultra” Basque nationalist. In other words, Basque racism is less than 100 years of the thousands the Basques have been on the Peninsula intermarrying with the rest of the population.
In any event, to learn more about Sabino, I had to be satisfied with books written about him by his followers. One of these was a book by ORTZI-a pen name for Herri Batasuna congressman, Francisco Letamendia. The title: “Historia to Euskadi: el nacionalismo vasco y ETA.” Ortzi wrote: “Of the components of (Basque) nationalism which include race, language, character and customs and historic personality, for Sabino the decisive one was race.” He continues: “The racism of Sabino is an ingredient that did not exist in the foral tradition, and it constitutes without any doubt, the most repulsive and disagreeable aspect of his doctrine. “ At least, Ortzi is honest!
<- the fact that Ortzi wrote his opinions on Basque nationalism around A WHOLE CENTURY after Arana's racist views may have something to do with, I don't know, Basque society leaving old ideas behind. Also, notice how the author talks about Sabino (and not by his surname) as if he wasn't worthy of respect. Talking about hate.
What Ortzi states is true. Unfortunately, Sabino’s racial heritage remains. There are other relevant quotes from Sabino:
“Race is the essential element of the nation; without the Basque race, there would be no Basque country.” <- it was the 19th century when Arana wrote this. Race equaled people. Spanish nationalists were talking about the Spanish race at the same time, but Bouffard chooses silence.
“Unlike the Spanish race which is a mixture of races, the Basque race is original. The Basque race, original and unclassifiable among the races of the world, is not a mixture like the Spanish race . . . “
“A Basque is one who possesses a Basque surname.”
“The principal enemy of the Basque race is the “ Maketa” invasion.” (Maketa is part of Sabino’s inventive language and means Spanish.) <- no, it means from outside EH, a foreigner is a maketo by Arana's terms.
“This invasion corrupted the venerable traditions and customs of the country . . . If the Basque country was independent, this invasion would not be harmful. The Spaniards would be received as foreigners. Their numbers would be limited. Interracial marriages would be prohibited . . .”
“The Basque language . . . is the most ancient and perfect of known languages. But its importance remains subordinated to race . . . The defensive value of the language is an instrument to preserve the Basque country from the Spanish invasion . . . for us it would be ruinous if the Spaniards who reside in our territory speak Euskera.”
Sabino hated — and that is the only word one can use — the “Spaniards.” He once wrote: “Spain is the most degenerated and wretched nation of Europe; its race the most vile and despicable.” On every occasion available, Sabino insulted them.
The Basque-Spanish problem? The root of that problem comes from the seed planted by Sabino Arana. His contemporary followers infected their children with the disease. The subsequent generation in turn, their children. By the time the Spanish Civil War was over (the Basques were losers) coupled with 36 years of Franco’s cultural repression every Basque family had been thoroughly indoctrinated in Basque racism and hatred of the “Spaniards.” <- I'm currently at a loss for words by this whole paragraph. From stating that ETA has something to do with Arana and insinuating the Spanish Civil War was against Basque people, this has it all.
For some reason, Basque bitterness towards the “Spaniards” has not been reciprocated. Until ETA went “haywire,” the Spaniard would talk about the Basque with “cariño” [endearment] and respect. Many still do but with a heavy heart. <- the audacity of this bitch!!!!!! Spain has been oppressing us for centuries but hey, they love us fondly.
(...) The Spanish-Basque problem with its roots in Basque racism and mistrust will be around for generations to come. Unfortunately, the average Spaniard knows next to nothing about Sabino Arana and his pernicious doctrines. Therefore, they will never understand why the Basques continue to state: “no somos españoles!”. <- such an unrequited love the one of Spaniards for Basques...
That what such a f*cking ride. Btw, Guidepost is the oldest publication in English of Spain, and it's edited by the American Club of Madrid. So this was written by an American living in Spain, I presume.
That was in 1981. And in all this article that oozes hatred and misinformation towards us, the author couldn't even feel their bias. The naiveté of the Spaniards not knowing why the Basques hate them so much in contrast with Basque people being evil, infected by hateful, +100-year-old racist ideas is something that would make anyone cry.
#euskadi#euskal herria#basque country#pais vasco#pays basque#spain#hatred#basque people#history#omfg#ikaragarria#nationalism
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I don’t know why anyone would not want Will to have powers. I’ve been on this train since the fucking start. He is the central character of the whole story, along with El. It all starts and ends with them. He is so connected to the Upside Down. He was the first one taken, hunted but not killed by the Demogorgon.
Remember it killed the scientist and Barb without hesitation, it didn’t bring Barb’s body to a secondary location (the library, apparently the center of town where the gates all converge in s4) and put a vine in her throat for purposes still unknown to us. Why was Will treated differently? I’ll note it’s possible that the vine is just the temporary stage for the demo-larvae incubation, which we know Barb’s body must have been subjected to as well with the slug coming out of her mouth later. We don’t actually see that process (thankfully) so we can’t be sure how it works and if that’s the only reason Will had the vine at that time.
But S4 shows us how the hive-mind and all the vines are connected to Henry/Vecna/One and how he absorbs people’s powers by either killing them or with the hive-mind, like the meat flayer biting El in s3 to steal/copy her powers. So it’s also possible that had something to do with the state Joyce and Hop found Will in. And in that case, what exactly was taken/borrowed from Will when he had the vine in him or when he temporarily died in the Upside Down in 1983?
He follows the “came back wrong” trope wherein even after he’s revived and brought back home, he had a connection to the other side. He was experiencing flashes into the UD (shadow-walking or what have you) when he wasn’t even possessed yet. In fact, the Mind Flayer (which we know now to be Henry’s tool) was specifically hunting him, stalking him, beckoning him, chasing him down.
Thus Henry either 1. opened the doorway for him into the other dimension (not a gate-doorway, but whatever that shadow-walking was—the “flea and the acrobat” but Will is the flea) so that he could possess him with the Mind Flayer, because he wanted Will in particular as his host for some reason.
OR 2. He chose Will as his host because Will could already shadow-walk (unintentionally/uncontrollably) and happened to make himself an available option for possession by being an accessible body in the UD, in which case Will is the one with the special ability.
Like, either he was chosen for a reason (we don’t know yet) or he was chosen for convenience because he was doing something supernatural on his own. Either way it’s fucking suspicious, no? What more do you people want??
Will also maintains his connection to the Upside Down hive-mind AFTER being exorcised of the shadow/flayer particles. He can sense that shit in s3 and s4 (once he’s back in proximity/in Hawkins.) He gets the same neck tingles he did BEFORE he was ever possessed, while he was possessed, after he was freed.
(And of course, Henry focuses on his vendetta against El because he has a personal beef with her, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t also have a secret motive for targeting Will, trying to use him for whatever purposes. The reason he hasn’t spoken it is to keep it a surprise—why would the Duffers show all their hands in the second-to-last season and not leave any more surprises for the big finale?? What other twist is left, unless s5 is just “they’re gonna have to fight him again until El finally puts him down for good, the end, nothing else unique or interesting or new to understand here.”)
IN ADDITION. The UD is frozen on the day Will was taken (November 6, 1983 is also the day El opened the mother-gate, but remember this was the second time she opened it so clearly it was not her influence that—either imprinted a flashbulb image of Hawkins as it was on that night onto the formerly untouched UD dimension, or froze the dimension in its progression of time if the UD was already existing as a dark mirror of our world at that point.)
This has Will written all over it, but everyone automatically assuming it only comes back to El is such a good misdirect that people who are not as invested in theorizing will be shocked to find out how deeply connected Will is with all of it. Everyone assumes El is the only main character but she and Will’s stories have always been so intertwined.
I swear, I’ve been waiting for the ultimate reveal of Will’s importance to the core storyline—not just “he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and then again idk”—for years. Since I first watched this show. Seeing people say he’s not is SO BIZARRE TO ME.
Some are just people who don’t care for him as a character and therefore refuse to see how central he is, even with all the evidence in their face. Some do like Will but are El super-fans who want her to be the only special one and think we’re trying to take something away from her by suggesting Will also has importance to the main supernatural storyline and has powers. Couldn’t be me, I’m a Willel Wonder Twins truther from day 1, fuck you. They’re equally central to the plot. They’re two sides of the same coin. They’re (platonic) soulmates.
But also seeing people who love Will and ship Byler say they don’t want him to have powers because “oh but Mike’s superhero complex, it’s not good for their romantic storyline because—” blah blah I’ve been a Will Byers stan before Byler and regardless of Byler. I love them, I need them to have their happy ending together, but Will Byers having powers and a connection to the Upside Down has ALWAYS been the plot and neither that nor the Byler plotline cancel each other out or cheapen each other!!! (Will being gay and getting the boy is not his only character arc. Controversial???)
My personal favorite theory: I think it makes so much sense if Will had an unknown ability to shape the Upside Down into a version of Hawkins—because we do get to see how the realm appeared before he was taken (when Henry explores it) and we know that it was frozen on the date he was taken.
The Duffers have literally stated that season 5 would address those questions, that they included that bit in s4 but didn’t explain it—which means that the answer CANNOT simply be that it’s the date El opened the gate and that’s why. That’s already the information we have. If that was the answer there wouldn’t still be a question.
Plus Will is paralleled to Henry—Henry was said to be a “sensitive” boy and had some artistic interest: he drew his spiders and the unique spider-adjacent shape of the “Mind Flayer” which we see him form out of the shapeless cloud of particles in the UD. Will also being an artist and having the unexplored ability to shape an imprint of his hometown on the foreign dimension he was adbucted into? More likely than you’d think.
Also, the idea that it’s maybe too late to show that he has powers, that he (or we as an audience) should have known by now? They did a whole entire plot-line in s4 where El had repressed memories due to trauma and was able to recover powers that had been stolen from her. Is it truly impossible that we’ll see a “plot twist” (it’s not a twist for genius Will-has-powers-truthers who have predicted it but I digress) where Will unlocks latent abilities that he didn’t even know he had?
He doesn’t have to specifically have powers to have shaped/frozen the Upside Down, I just think that makes a lot of sense. I also thinks it makes a lot of sense that he’s connected to the Upside Down without even being attached to the hive-mind, because he could sense it before/after the possession. Inarguable, actually that part’s just canon.
Speculation: maybe we’ll see him wrest control of the hive-mind from Henry and bring peace back to the Demogorgons and their home dimension. (Return it to being unspoiled by mankind.) That’s my ultimate pipe dream, but I probably won’t get everything I want.
Anyway, Noah Schnapp and the Duffers have all stated multiple times that Will is gonna be a big focus next season, fans are going to be shocked and pleased, it all started and will end with him etc etc. Whether you like it or not.
Get on board losers!!!! I don’t care if I’m mean, you are the most boring person ever if you think Will Byers doesn’t/shouldn’t canonically have powers in Stranger Things.
#will byers#will byers has powers#willel + byler + fuck you#we can and will have it all#i will cite my sources later
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers
Thanks for the tag, @sublightsleeper <3 Answers under the cut!
1. How many works do you have on ao3? That I claim as Mel? 10. In total? 18.
2. What's your total ao3 word count? 88,469.
3. What fandoms do you write for? Exclusively wrestling that I claim on here, but I've also written for comic fandoms, a single Fire Emblem: Awakening gift fic, and...other things I'd rather not name.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1.) Moon Knight fanfic
2.) be my sunshine and sing (Max^2)
3.) Embarrassing fandom fic
4.) another embarrassing fandom fic
5.) mad that I gave half the day to last night (also Max^2)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do respond to comments - or try to, at least! Sometimes I just don't know what to say LOL
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Either when your prized possessions start to weigh you down OR i'm no good, I'm here for lust. Pick and choose between "cheating on each other with your respective exes but probably not going to leave with them permanently either" and "fellas, is it an asshole move to leave the guy who just sucked your dick to escape a genius loci?"
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Either mad that... (where Caster successfully gave the other Max his gift) or make those rainbows in my mind (because it was literally written to be non kayfabe compliant fluffy goodness).
8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet. I hope I never have to.
9. Do you write smut? Very tentatively.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I've only written one crossover. It's a comic book fandom one crossing Stephanie Brown from the Batfam with a very specific Marvel Z-lister. Never finished it but it was fun while it lasted!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nah.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Hell yeah I have #PBPRPexperience - I in fact literally just posted one a few days ago with @spaghettisaurusrex (grown on the edge of the ocean)!
14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Hmm. In fandom? IDK if I have an all-timer, TBH. I write a lot of shippy stuff but...
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There was this MK fanfic I had a great idea for that never got past chapter one. Oops. Wrestling-wise I only have two, but they're definitely both things I'd love to pick up in the future: angels scream, searching for some love and understanding and heat it up (never live it down).
16. What are your writing strengths? I have no idea. Once an RP partner told me my sentences are like puzzles/gifts you have to unwrap with delicacy but not with difficulty, so I guess that! I also enjoy really getting into the POV character/s' heads and psyches so I'd hope that my attention to detail re: the narration feeling like a specific person is good.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Finishing things, or its inverse of trying to push too hard to finish a work and getting burnout. Stringing events together in a way that doesn't feel uneven or abrupt in its transitions is also something I struggle with.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Usually do italics translations, but if I ever have the chance to slip Tagalog in I would! :)
19. First fandom you wrote for? Warrior Cats, baby!
20. Favorite fic you've written? Can't choose, really. I really like the MK fic, grown/the collaborative fairy tale AU, prized possessions, and the dark horse pick of never been so divine in accepting your defeat.
I tag El, @shes-a-voodoo-child, @limbreaper, @scissormedaddyass, and @pleasantpastels!
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