#billy couldn't bond with her at first but then he did. we saw it

[mzannthropy]

I love how so many of the DJATS fandom can agree that Billy>> Eddie. Also yeah, Eddie took advantage of Camila's vulnerability in ep 6. Would it be ooc for him if I made him even more weird towards her in a fic? (I mean, there's writers who make Billy a bad dad, and ones who vilify Camila, so why not?)

Is that so, I was under the impression that Billy was universally hated. I stay away from the fandom. Maybe it's not as bad as I think, huh.

Eddie just gave me mild incel vibes from the start, from the very first moment they showed him, when he fluffed his hair, my first instinct was, he looks like a Redditor. I don't choose how I feel at a given moment, I don't go into things with the intention of thinking a certain way about them (okay maybe sometimes I do, but it was not like that with DJATS). It's not the actor, bc I had seen interviews with Josh and he didn't give me that impression. Book Eddie was one-dimensional, his whole personality was hating Billy (the actor who voiced him in the audiobook sounded angry all the time), but the show didn't improve on him much. Eddie was in the same band as the husband of the woman he had feelings for. He chose to stay in that band. When he saw she was upset, it would have been easy for him to figure out why, he was literally in the studio with Billy and Daisy every day. If he was an outsider, it would be different, but he knew the situation. If he's that great a guy, then there are ways he should have handled it better. Talk to Billy, comfort Camila; if she came onto him, he should have said "you don't really want this, let's get you home". And that line "I'd choose you over everyone", like he never spoke in such a poetic way before and in fact had previously laughed at Billy's songs dedicated to Camila. (Also, the same line appears in the book Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell, a book I recently mentioned in one of you previous asks, funny how that happens.) That's bc the writers wanted people to ship it and knew people would use it as their OTP tag. (Srsly, they did look online to see what the fandom was saying, it was in one of the articles. That's why they messed up.) Bc they played up the Daisy and Billy thing, but knew they couldn't justify cheating (they had enough sense for that), so they came up with Eddie and Camila to even it out. They knew what they were doing. But even all that would have been fine, after all, humans are imperfect, if they at least let Eddie have a better ending (I'd like to see him accept the fact the was not a rockstar of Billy's calibre and find his niche, maybe writing music scores or going into a different genre, or even switching to a different form of art, like painting, and find love). He's far from my fave but that doesn't mean I want bad things for him.

You can write what you want. The DJATS writers did.

[iwannabe4everyoung]

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Coming back to the old house

The Babysitter Serie: Pt I

Pairings: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x F!Maximoff!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Summary: When you broke up with your girlfriend you decided to come back to places you know by your heart.

Warnings: Not proofreaded,

Wc: 1,5k

A/n: Nothing really happen here cuz i didn't had idea what i can add more but everything need to start somewhere.

Your girlfriend, well, now ex-girlfriend, cheated on you. You caught her red handed when you came back earlier from a job interview, than you told her. After packing all your things you left her apartment and pulled out your phone searching for your mothers number. She didn’t answer. You called three, maybe four times but all your calls got rejected. You decided to call your father, he was never answering your calls so it wasn’t surprising he did not answer now. When leaving the calls app, you saw that one number. Before you knew you were calling her. Two signals were enough. 

“Sweetheart?” Hearing this voice makes you let out sobs. 

“Hi, uhm, can..go to my home and tell my mother to call me back?” Tears falling down your face. All you needed now was a hug from your mother. 

“Shh, sweetie, chill out. I am going to Wanda, and you need to take deep breaths.” When she was saying it, you could hear sounds of leaving the house. “ Oh.. I think there's no one home.” More sobs leaving your mouth.

“Shit.. I- Thank you ms. Vidal.” You said wanting to hang up.

“I told you to just call me by mine name.” 

After a few seconds of silence she started talking again.

“You can tell me what happened. Only if you want.” And you told her.Full story with breaks to take deep breaths. She didn't need to be around for you to feel more comfortable and safe than you were a few minutes ago. “Mhmm,  I'm gonna get Agatha and Nicholas and we will come for you.”

“You don't need-”

“Y/n.” 

“Okay… Thank you..”

“No problem sweetheart.”

Rio Vidal and Agatha Harkness, family house neighbors. They bought a place next to your family when you were sixteen. At that time you saw them a few times. Your first thought was how pretty and hot they are. Not even a year later they had their new house ready to move in. That was the first time you saw their little son, Nicholas Scratch. It was weird for you, why does Nico have a different last name, but soon later you learned that they couldn't decide which last name he should have or which one should come first. They decided to name him Scratch after their rabbit, Señor Scratchy

For the first few weeks you didn't really talk, but when your parents, Wanda Maximoff and Jarvis “Vision” Stark, invited them for dinner, you started forming some kind of friendship. Your mother didn't really like them, but you saw them as pretty cool people. Soon after you learned they are witches as your mother and younger brother. Well, you kind of were a witch too but you weren’t as good as your mother or Billy. That was also the main reason Wanda never really helped you with your powers. 

As you were in high school you started spending more time in your neighbor's house than in your own. All your parents cared for were Billy and Tommy. Your younger sibling. You were often ignored, not talking about how many times they missed something important even though you asked them to attend. But Agath or Rio were always there. When you told them for the first time how Wanda missed one of your school plays, they promised either of them would be there for you. You started bonding with Nicholas too by going out on the walks with him and playing many games. 

At some point Agatha was the one to teach you how to use your, not so strong, magic. Her touches on your skin never failed to make you shiver, and the looks Rio was always giving you made your heart always stutter. 

When  you were leaving for college, you realized you felt more for them than you should. Going to another city allowed you to forget about those forbidden feelings, you even met your ex that you fell for. You promised them you would write to them but you never did. It was easier to avoid those feelings they were making you feel. Calling either of them was so embarrassing to you. You ghosted all their texts and now you called them on a random day. 

After 2 years of college you decided to abandon it and go to work, well, it was your ex's idea but you never could find any job. You and Kate met at college. She was older, and also first to talk to you and confess. She wanted you to move in with her so you did. Not even 3 months later she started saying how useless you are if you can’t even find a job. Now you know why she never wanted you home. 

“You really didn't need to come here. I Could have taken the train with my spare money.” You said after Agatha and Rio hugged you. 

You sat in the back seat, next to Nico. He only took your hand and hugged it then fell asleep again. 

“You called for a reason.” Rio said first. 

“Besides I don't think you would be able to go on the train judging how you look.” Said Agatha, concentrating on the road. 

“Agatha.” Rio slapped her arm. “We care about you sweetheart, we are friends right?

You only nodded looking out of the window. 

After a long ride and not so long talks you arrived at your small city. Nicholas sleeping on your knees. He crawled on them somewhere in the middle of the ride. You took your things and after thanking Agatha and Rio for the hundred times, you walked to the doors of your own house. You grabbed the door handle.Closed. So you knocked. And knocked. And your father opened doors. We had a fancy suit on him, his blue eyes piercing through you.

“You don't need to pretend to be human, it's just me dad.” You said with a joking tone but with a serious face.

“What are you doing here?” That was the first word he said to you.

“You won’t even let your own daughter in?”

“Sorry, yeah, come in Y/n.” He moved aside so you could walk in. Even took your bag. “Me and your mother just came back from the Tonys party. 

“That's why you couldn't even pick up the phone.” You said sarcastically and wanted to roll your eyes, but your mother walked to the room at the same time

“Baby, what are you doing here?” She looked more surprised than Vision.

At first you stayed silent and hugged your mother. After a few seconds you started talking, but you couldn't tell them everything. You didn't tell them most of the story, as much as you needed them ,  needed your mother arm around you, you don't feel that emotionally close to them to tell all things that happened. So you shortened it to how Kate cheated on you and that you don't have a place to stay now. 

It was always like that. You spend most of your childhood and teenhood in your room or your neighbors house because your own parents were often forgetting about you, patronizing your younger brothers. 

“Ohh baby, I’m sorry. I'm gonna prepare a guest room for you… Your room is now Williams room.” Wanda petted your head leaving you with your father. 

“Y/n!” You heard Tommy's voice and soon after two bodies were hugging you. 

After spending time with your brothers, not like you had any choice. They decided you will sit with them and talk, and maybe play on playstation. By playing together they meant you would sit and watch them play. Last time you saw Billy and Tommy was more than a year ago. You had a big argument with Wanda and Vision back then. You invited them to dinner with your ex-girlfriend. You can’t even remember why you started to argue, for sure it was something stupid like always. But this time you stopped talking. Few times you wanted to send a message to your mother, but Kate was always faster to say about how badly they treated you and you don't need them. 

After Wanda made boys go to wash and sleep, you could finally have some alone time. You didn't think you would ever again sleep under your parents roof, but here you are. You were quietly listening to music, soft sounds always were helping you to fall asleep,but soon music stopped when you started getting notifications. Reading the first of them made your heart stop for a while.

Rio Vidal made group chat with you and Agatha Harkness

Rio: Hi sweetheart :D

Rio: We hope we can back in touch, we missed you

Agatha: Nicholas missed you

Rio: We and Nico missed you

Agatha: Rio and Nico*

Rio: I'm gonna kill you.

You: I missed you too

You: Sorry I ghosted you for… such a long time

You: Life was kinda hard

Rio: It’s okay dear, college is big step

You: Yeah, but it wasn’t fair to you 

Rio: Leave it

Rio: Why don’t we meet tomorrow?

Rio: We could talk about everything

You: Why did Agatha stop replying?

Rio: She's pretty busy now

Rio: Well, what will you say?

Rio:  Wanna meet?

Rio: Tomorrow, at our place, maybe 7? or 8?

[soullostintime]

"Max's letter to Will"

Dear Will,

Hi.

Okay, honestly, I have no idea how to start this letter. I tried, thought of ways to come up with a greeting that suits us, but I couldn't, as you can see. I mean, really, what even is a hi?

Anyways.

If you're reading this, it means you're here, back in Hawkins – this shithole of a place that was never kind to you, to us. Back then, I never imagined moving here would cost me, just, everything. I... I won't go into details, you know, yeah, you know the story.

It's just, a part of me wishes that you don't read this, ever. Part of me that wants you free, away from the curse this town is. I'm writing this a day before my impending death, so yes, I'm cursed. Just like... just like you used to be. So, I don't want you to face this again, now that I know what it's like. It sucks that I had to find out about it this way.

It's crazy. The day we first met, you were stalking me with those idiots, and I say idiots because it doesn't include you. You were always... different. At first glance you were shy, introverted, observing, yet you became so much more as we hung out, or maybe that's how you always were.

I remember so clearly that one time I muttered "god, she's such a suck-up" about one of our classmates and you said "pfft, totally", and I was so shocked as I found out it was you who said it.

We started, as El likes to say, bitchin' about others with no hard feelings, and it was so easy, so simple, and soon, we didn't need words, just a single eye-roll towards an unpleasant thing and we knew, we just knew.

But even with this bond of sarcasm, at your core, you were... unclear. It's like you've hidden yourself for so long that you forgot how to be real. It was then that I knew that even after these months of snarky comments and dramatic eye-rolls that we shared, I hardly knew you.

But.

But honestly, I was lying. Deep down, I did know you. I just didn't want to accept it without knowing it from you.

I wish I had more time to talk. I wish I didn't become this monster who pushed everyone in her life away because of her guilt. I wish you were here, dragging us all back and talking about friendship and all that bullshit. But time is running out now. I wanted to hear it from you before I confirmed my words. There's no taking them back now, so it is what it is.

I know you, Will. Like, really really know you. Back in the cinema, the DnD game I heard from Lucas, the time at the hospital, the sauna, when you left for Cali, everything. And maybe, even before that. Maybe I knew the day I saw you with those idiots for the first time. Maybe a little from here and there, and even with us, our judgemental looks towards others as we laughed, cried at jokes and roasted the hell out of Dustin's Cerebro with Lucas on the way back, I could see. I could see you. I still see you, Will.

I don't know how you're doing today, if you still feel the same aching in your chest as you showed in your expression, the same tears you fought back when he kept his distance, or when you searched for meaning nowhere but there: his face, his eyes, his smile. Him.

You know who I'm talking about. (And I'm still very surprised, not because of you, but because- him? Really? God, Will, I thought you had higher standards).

But still, even with the maddening voices of every single person you must've heard from about how its wrong (it isn't), breathe. Remember to breathe. That air you've been holding in for so long, that face you've been hiding behind smiles and laughs, those words you've buried deep – breathe, let it out to someone, anyone who makes you feel better for who you are. If I was still here, I would've gladly been that person, Will.

...

Honestly, Will, I'm scared right now. I've not admitted this in any of the other letters but, I'm scared. I'm going to die tomorrow. This is my last chance at a life I've wasted, a life that has wasted me. A part of me wishes something terrible happens to me, and I've wished that each night, every moment, since Billy. But still, being so close to a choice I can no longer make myself, I'm scared.

How did you do it?

Okay, sorry, no, I shouldn't be asking you this, you clearly don't like talking about it. It's a sensitive topic. I'm sorry.

Still, I think about it. How you did it. How you escaped. Did you run? Did you fight? Did you hide? Will, can I do it? Can I escape?

...What am I even saying. If this letter is in your hands, that means I didn't, right?

But, a part of me still hopes, writing this to you, for a miracle. Something, anything, that'll save me. Because like it or not, I've grown to like all of you, even if I've never shown it affectionately (yes, even that idiot you have a crush on, don't tell him).

I hope, no, I know you'll be happy. And I hope somehow, in these wicked worlds of monsters and superheroes, I could see it, that genuine smile on your face that I've only ever imagined. I sure hopes it looks the same as I think: gross (kidding).

Love, your no-goodie-two-shoes

Max

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Will sits in the uncomfortable hospital chair, letter in his hand, shaking as he sobs and weeps, trying to hold back the sounds as he looks at the cold face of his lost friend.

"Max..." He can barely say without cracking his tone, words lost in his head as he carefully tucks the letter close to his heart, believing that each word, each sentence belonged there, right there. He is delicate with his tears, making sure they don't smudge the ink on the paper and destroy this precious gift: her true words.

Her arms stay on her sides, having nowhere to go, and Will gently slides a hand into her own, holding on, trying to feel the warmth that exists somewhere deep in her soul, even in a body that seems so lifeless. He searches, closes his eyes and feels if she is in any danger, if his neck tingles and alerts him of it. It doesn't. He's not sure if it's because she's safe, or if he no longer has the ability to sense.

He remembers the letter.

Will, can I do it? Can I escape?

"You can," he whispers, deep into the night as he recalls their group sleepovers in the basement, how she sneaked into the kitchen to make a midnight snack and Will caught her, everytime, and she stared, not-so-guilty before saying want some? and Will rolled his eyes, only if it's PBJs.

He tightens his grip. "You have to."

[shatteredatthealtarofwinchester]

Castiel’s death S12 vs S15: An Analysis

I’m not a fan of being talked into something, that’s why I always analyze everything on my own. I want to be neutral while analyzing, I want to understand situations and emotions by myself, I want to see it with my own eyes and draw my own conclusions. Let’s go through some moments together, shall we? Got your tissues? All right.  

We start in Season 12 at the moment Cas pushes Dean and Sam aside and walks towards Lucifer, ready to attack him. Dean is screaming for Cas several times and Sam has to pull Dean back while Dean wants to follow Cas. In my opinion this is a massive parallel to Season 1 when Dean pulled Sam out of the burning room while Sam was screaming for Jess the whole time.

Cas is stabbed in front of Deans eyes. Dean isn't realizing anything, he's numb, paralyzed. He just stares at Cas and sinks down on his knees next to Cas’ dead body.

A little later Sam and Dean are sitting in the Impala. Sam is saying: "Can we just talk about what happened back there?" and Dean answers stone-cold: "Sure. Which part? Let’s see. Crowley’s dead, Kelly’s dead, Cas is —." He can't even say it. He interrupts in the middle of the sentence; he can't even admit it, because the pain kicks in so hard.

Now it’s getting interesting:

Dean changes massively. He drinks, he is highly depressive, suicidal. He lost his will to believe in anything, he gave up on everyone. But even more: He gave up on himself. I have never seen Dean like that ever before.

You can say here: “But Dean lost his mother, too” Yes, that’s true. When I look at Marys and Deans arc together, it isn’t a profound one. It doesn’t contain healthy bonds or deep love, not even trust. Mary is a part of Deans abusive childhood. She made the deal with Azazel which spurred John into becoming a hunter to kill Azazel in revenge and raising their sons as hunters as well. Furthermore she makes it worse in the very short time she’s back in Deans life. She came back and left again. She lied, she ignored the boys, she didn’t care. She teamed up with the BMoL behind Deans and Sams back while knowing the BMoL tortured her sons excruciatingly. Deans and Marys bond was not deep or loving, trusting or healthy, it was just sorrowful. One Episode before Cas dies, Dean confronts Mary. You know the speech. It ends with “I hate you.” Yes, Dean lost his mother, too. But if you compare Marys relationship and Cas relationship with Dean, it’s like comparing the desert to the sea. I’ll come to that point later, again.

Dean prays to Chuck. Yes, Dean Winchester prays to God. "We've lost everything. And now you're gonna bring 'em back. You're gonna bring back Cas, you're gonna bring back Mom, you're gonna bring 'em all back. 'Cause after everything that you've done, you owe us, you son of a bitch! So you get your ass down here, and you make this right! Right here, right now!" With every word he presses through his lips, he gets more aggressive and desperate. He mentioned Cas before his mother, so Cas' name popped into his head first. When he opens his eyes, they are teary. He looks around and sees that nothing’s happened. His head sinks down on his chest, he's hopeless. The pain kicks in and he snaps, he can't bear it. He wrecks the door of the building until he’s bleeding and tears up even more. The next thing I saw I couldn't believe: He starts begging. He looks up, tears in his eyes, and Dean fucking Winchester starts begging to Chuck. "Please... Please... Help us..."

Later Dean actually kills himself. When he dies (temporary) he meets Death. It was not planned, but the moment Dean sees Billie, he's okay. He immediately accepts his fate, it's like a weight is lifted from his shoulders. Billie says something very important here: "Maybe you're not that guy anymore, the guy who saves the world, the guy who always thinks he'll win no matter what. You have changed. And you tell people it's not a big deal. You tell people you'll work through it, but you know you won't, you can't, and that scares the hell out of you." And Death adds surprised: "You wanna die."

So Billie points out Dean isn't able to fight on. He isn't able to work through it like he always did before. Something has changed, something so immense that he isn't able to live on. Billie continues:

"Dean, every notebook on this particular shelf tells a version of how you die. You specifically -- heart attack, burned by a red-haired witch, stabbed by a ghoul in a graveyard, and on and on. But which one's right? That depends on you, on the choices you make."

And Dean simply answeres: “Well, I guess I made my choice.” Dean is accepting his death here. For the first time in 13 years, he’s not just having suicidal thoughts, he wants to accomplish them. He wants it to end. Here and now.

Coming back to Mary. You know what makes me sure Deans total collapse was about Cas in the first place? Look what happened the moment Cas returned. You may skip to 4:45.

So I am asking myself while looking ONLY at Castiels death in Season 12 and Deans reaction and nothing else: Is it love?

And my conclusion is: Yes, it is. Does Dean realize it yet? Probably not.

Why am I thinking this? Well… I was like Dean. Or Dean was like me.

When my husband died after 8 years of our relationship, I was exactly like Dean. I was numb, cold. I was depressive at first, later suicidal. I gave up on everything, everyone. I had no hope, didn’t believed in anything. I wanted my life to end. That’s why it was extremely painful to see Dean like that, this kind of pain rips your heart out of your chest every single moment of every single day in a way you could never imagine if you haven’t felt it yourself. It leaves you wrecking your whole life, crying, screaming in pain, begging for it to stop, begging for mercy, no matter in what way.

This is exactly why 15x20 was a… joke? A prank? I haven’t figured out what happened yet, but 15x20 is not real. Let’s take a look at Deans reaction to Cas’ last death. Knowing that their bond got massively stronger and their feelings got even more intense, Deans reaction was:

“Sam. Hey, umm. Cas is dead. Can we get pie?”

[verobatto]

Almost there

We had Castiel's "I love you", and we will have Dean's "I Love You Too"

Destiel meta. 15x18 meta. Spoiler. Meta Spec.

Hello friends, are you still alive? I have so much to say my ears are burning and I have the hart in my throat.

I just want scream this with all of you...

Destiel parallels all over foreshadowing the lovers Separation.

Charlie and Stevie.

First of all, let's spot Stevie's wardrobe: YES, PINK (HAPPINESS) Because she was happy to be with Charlie and she meant Charlie's happiness.

Stevie vanished, foreshadowing Castiel's death, and the lovers separation.

We also had Charlie mourning her, dating she didn't want to try this LOVE THING again. But she did. This quote reminded me how Dean called love like the 'L word' for so many years, finally talking about it and naming it by it's name in episode 14x06 with Jack.

'Why her and not me?' Charlie lamenting her lover's death is the same image we got with Dean sobbing and crying in silence, sitting against the wall, with Castiel's handprint in his left shoulder, as a signal of their bond.

Eileen and Sam

Eileen and Sam were another Destiel mirror foreshadowing the lovers separation. Okay, it was dramatically written with all the messages and the screaming via texting, but, it showed us Sam mourning her, but trying to focus on the mission, not letting the hinges despair of loosing her to drag him down.

The big difference with Dean was settled in this reaction, even knowing Sam and Jack were taking care of the AU hunters, SAVING PEOPLE, FAMILY BUSINESS, Dean didn't answer his brother's phone call. He just couldn't, because the intensity of his pain in lopsing Castiel again was too much for him. He couldn't avoid it. He couldn't reject it. It was there. So he started to cry. Because nothing else mattered in that moment he lost Cas again.

I'll go with you

Castiel in his last crusade with Dean, as he always had done since he met the hunter. He went with him to hunt Death. It was a wink to Destiel shippers, because the weight of these quote had always been part of the Destiel's flag.

But there was a foreshadow for the love confession we also had in this same episode:

Billie saying: 'It have always been you' to Dean, putting the focus on our hunter, treating him of Death defy, rule breaker, human disorder incarnate. She also says: DON'T YOU THINK IS ABOUT TIME, DEAN?

When Death calls out Dean with all theses titles, is a implied description of Castiel rebellious angel. And is foreshadowing Castiel's love confession, because for Cas, his happiness has always been Dean.

'Is about time, Dean' and here comes a spec, as you all know, i extensively talked about how Dean will rescue Cas from the Empty, well, i think this quote could be related to it. Because when Dean will enter to the Void to save his angel, IT WILL BE TIME FOR HIM TO CONFESS HIS LOVE BACK TO CAS.

Something that caught my attention too, was Castiel saying 'I got you' to Jack and then to Dean, his two more important persons in his life. He was protecting them from harm. Gosh I want to cry... But not yet because I have to talk about the most important, revealing Destiel scene from all times.

This romantic I LOVE YOU is for you, Dean

First of all, i want to say something DEAN WILL RESCUE CAS FROM THE EMPTY, because he will, and i want you to keep that in mind (Loudly sobbing) so this wasn't the goodbye, okay?

Let's go on...

This love confession was beautiful, and Castiel made it clear he was talking about ROMANTIC LOVE, because the whole prelude in his wordings were perfectly clear. There's not doubt he was confessing his romantic love for Dean. He even mention THE ONLY THING I CAN'T HAVE is the thing that will make him happy.

Is canon he was asking himself what happiness could be!!! It means CAS THOUGHT ABOUT HOW COULD IT BE TO HAVE DEAN NOT JUST AS A FRIEND!!!!

He says too FROM THE MOMENT HE TOOK THAT BURDEN! FR THE MENT HE REACUED DEAN FROM HELL!!!!!! 'It has always been you', Dean!'

You think you don't deserve to be saved or loved, well CAS SAVED YOU, JUST LIKE NOW, AND HE LOVES YOU DEAN!!!

When Castiel says he understood HAPPINESS IS NOT ABOUT TO HAVE THINGS, BUT TO BE, TO FEEL IT, immediately after saying he couldn't have that thing (Dean) is marking to all the audience that knowing HE CAN'T HAVE DEAN, HE IS HAPPY JUST FEELING THAT LOVE FOR HIM. LOVONG HIM AS HE DOES IS WHAT MAKES CAS HAPPY, AND CONFESSING THAT LOVE TO DEAN, RELEASE HIM.

Death called back all the 'bad things' Dean did, which are THE GOOD THINGS CASTIEL MENTIONED ABOUT DEAN.

While naming Dean's sacrifices and protective behavior, and showing him HE DID IT FOR LOVE, Castiel is trying to make Dean to see himself as CAS sees him.

Love yourself, because you are precious, because I LOVE YOU. You are not a monster, you are all this good things I see on you.

He said YOU CHANGED ME! BECAUSE NOW HE IS TALKING RO DEAN, ALL THAT THINGS HE SAID IN THAT BARN WHILE DYING! HE SAID IT TO HIA FAMILY BUT NOW, THESE WORDS ARE FOR DEAN, JUST FOR HIM! DEAN CHANGED CAS AND CAS CHANGED DEAN!

And Castiel cried! I saw him cry, we saw him cry! Tears of love!

My gosh! if this isn't the most romantic dialogue I've ever seen in my life... I don't know what to do!

Okay, now, i have to put my friend's body language analysis:

@mrsaquaman187 wrote:

"His face when he says “I love you” he tilts his head and purses his lips and you can see him swallowing back words. He wants to say “that’s not fair. You can’t tell me that then die” but all he can get out is “don’t do this Cas”..."

Gif set credit @mugiwara-yeet 👇

And OMG!!! Is a confirmation of what is about to come!!! Because Dean is in shock, he can't say the three words back, he just can't, because he doesn't want to lose him again. And that's why he remains against that wall after Cas is gone, because he is suffering for loosing the love of his life, but also because he couldn't say I LOVE YOU BACK TO HIM!!!! HE LOST HIS OPPORTUNITY!! BUT BUT! THE ULTIMATE 'I LOVE YOU' the meaningful, the one that will save Cas, will come soon. DEAN WILL SAID : I LOVE YOU TOO, to his angel, and it will be so important, that will mean Castiel's returning to his hunter. Damn. And we won't need more clown noses, because is gonna be real.

To Conclude:

I don't know what to conclude here more than ,people, we have been blessed, and also, i want my angel back.

I'm sure this is not his end, because there's a hunter there that needs to confess him his feelings and maybe, kiss him.

Thank you and good night, I need more alcohol.

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Buenos Aires November 5th 2020 11:54 PM

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 12)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy does his best to win you back, but a certain person keeps getting in the way.

Word Count: 2485

Chapter 1 • Chp. Masterlist

Billy was not giving up. He was set on winning you back, and started by waiting at your house to take you to school. At first you tried to ignore him and just walk, but he kept driving next to you and you felt too guilty. You'd end up getting inside and seeing his relieving smile. Hopper did always say that your conscious would screw you over some day.

During biology he was constantly trying to make you laugh. His charming jokes and quick wit would eventually get to you, and you would end up cracking a smile. You couldn't help it; you just thought it was funny how much of a child he could be, even with his beautiful grin.

During lunch you went with Steve Harrington. It pissed him off, but he needed to learn that you're entitled to hang out with anyone you want. He just didn't understand why it had to be him. When Billy passed by you in the halls or anywhere at lunch, he would always smile and wink at you. He'd see you blush, which was all he needed.

Billy had learned to have patience. He needed to be patient with you when you felt insecure about yourself, or when you didn't understand something simple. Looking back at it now, he could see why you had trouble adjusting to normalcy. He would now need to be his most patient self, because right now you were doing something you thought would be best for Billy, and he saw that you were trying your hardest to be better for him by trying to have him move on. He just needed enough patience for you to realize that he wasn't going to move on from the love of his life.

When Steve caught on that Billy's dumb ass face was actually working on you, he knew that he had to do something as your self proclaimed best friend. He invited Jonathan over to see what to do about it, pacing the floor and acting like he was planning a war strategy.

"We have to do something about this!" He said to Jonathan in the living room, with you easily listening from your bedroom easily listening. Hearing the two of them was like having a devil and angel on your shoulder. "Okay, what's our plan?"

"I don't know man. I think Billy's okay now, if I'm being honest. He's actually sorry, and he's okay now with y/n's powers. Maybe we should give him a chance?"

"Are you kidding me? And let my friend get hurt again? No, she's not going to fall for that dickhead again. Someone has to protect her; she's too innocent."

"Hey, dumbasses," You said from your door frame. "If you don't want me to listen in then maybe you shouldn't be talking about this crap in my house."

"See what I mean?! He taught her how to curse!" He then pointed to you. "And shut up. Your house is comfy, okay?"

"He's actually not wrong about that." Jonathan mumbled.

You scoffed. "I told you guys, we're not getting back together. And shouldn't I be able to make my own decisions anyways?"

"No, you need the guidance of a loyal friend." You rolled your eyes at his serious face, which then lit up with an idea. "I know exactly how to get him to back off! We need to get him jealous, and he'll get so pissed that he'll give up."

"You sure you don't just wanna see him get pissed?" Jonathan asked, scoffing as well.

Steve gave him a pat on the back. "That, my friend, is an added perk." He then gave the two of you a teasing smile.

The next morning when Billy went to your house to pick you up for school, he saw that Steve's car was parked there. He watched in disgust as the two of you came out, with your head down as you went into his car. Steve looked back, smiling and nodding at Billy. "You ever tried her pancakes?" He called out. "Delicious!"

He then got into the car too. You didn't look at Steve when saying, "You don't have to be an ass about it."

"You want him to move on or not?" Steve asked as you silently nodded.

Billy gripped his steering wheel as his breaths became deeper. You used to make him pancakes. You used to sit on his lap and feed it to him. Sometimes you'd lick the syrup off his lips. You'd never do that with that jerk off Steve, but the thought of you making something for Steve instead of him got Billy so fucking pissed.

At school, Billy thought about his options. He could still try to keep it up with strong flirting, but that dick off Steve would probably also start flirting. You hate conflict, and you'd hate that situation. Fucking Steve Harrington. How the hell was he supposed to win you back now?

It was time for him to really look back and think. When you two first got together, how did it happen? Back then, it happened slowly as you saw that his attention was focused on you. This was when you were just friends. Bingo.

When he saw you enter fourth period, he gently smiled and nodded his head. "Hey." You put your head down. "So, I was thinking. I'm sorry for going against what you want, and I think we should start over. As friends?"

This was painful for you, and you knew that you should just reject him so he can move on and be happy with someone else in the future. But you were dying to talk to him again; the conversations you missed so much. "Okay." You squeaked.

Unlike when you first met, this time he was the talker in the conversation and you were the listener. He rambled on and made jokes, and you responded with a smile or a nod, occasionally making a comment.

Once class ended the two of you were still talking when Steve walked into the classroom and smacked your shared desk, startling the both of you. "We should head over to lunch now. Let's go y/n."

Billy stood tall. "Sure thing. Let's all go."

"Let's not fight guys. Please." You quietly said.

Steve glanced at you before nodding. "Whatever you say. C'mon." He then put his hand on the small of your back to lead you out. Billy trailed behind, his nostrils flared and his teeth gritted.

You walked over to the basketball bleachers, with the two boys both ending up linking to each of your arms. Instead of sitting at you and Billy's usual spot, you sat on the other end. Billy took this as a sign that your memories together were still sacred to you. In actuality you knew it would fuel his anger if Steve sat at your 'special spot' that he loved so much.

"So, you two are, like, what? Friends now?" Steve asked, attitude in his voice.

"We never stopped being friends." Billy gave a shit eating grin.

"Well y'know, with kicking her out of your house and not accepting her for who she is I figured you guys were having a little trouble in paradise." He gave a shrug.

"Steve." You hissed.

"No, he's right." You whipped your head to Billy. "I did act like a jerk, but y'know what? Our bond is so fucking strong that I realized I don't care about any of it. She does that to me, I guess. Always reeling me back in, huh sweetheart?"

"As her best friend, I don't feel comfortable with you calling her that."

Billy gave a tch. "I'm her best friend."

You stood up out of anger and started walking away. "Where you going?" They said in unison.

"To Jonathan and Nancy." You turned to look back at them.

"You hate being around Nancy." Billy said.

"And you know Jonathan won't stand up to her."

"Yeah. Well, that should tell you how crappy I feel around you two right now." And with that you left.

"Very nice, ass wipe." Billy said as he shoved Steve.

"Really? This is my fault?" Billy only glared back at him. "Why can't you just leave her alone?"

"Why the fuck can't you just leave me alone?"

The two of them quickly got up and stomped away from each other, with Billy going over to an ecstatic Tommy and Steve trailing shamefully behind you as Nancy lectured you about not listening to her.

After school you slipped away from both boys and used a payphone to call Hopper. When he pulled up, you began walking over to his car before you heard Billy and Steve call out your name in unison. You started to speed walk before breaking out into a run when you saw them running over to you. You got into the car and slammed it shut. "Drive! Drive!"

Hopper, being flustered by your hurried tone, quickly drove off. "You wanna tell me why the hell we just Marty McFlyed the crap out of there?"

You let out a loud groan, ready to rant. "Ughhh! It's Billy and Steve! They keep fighting with each other, and it's about me. I hate that. They know I hate that, and yet they still have this alpha male bs going on. It's so stupid! I just want Billy to calm down, and Steve to tone it down! This whole thing is so dumb." You then quickly turned your head to Hopper, who had been listening helplessly, and caused him to jerk his head a bit in surprise. "What do you think?"

He was caught off guard by the question. "Uh, well... take a break from both of them. They sound like they're doing idiot things for good reasons, but they're jackasses if they're making you like this. Maybe you could try to be by yourself for a while."

You let out a breath and grinned. No matter what El or Mike said, you knew Hopper listened and you knew he was a smart person. In actuality, Hopper just wanted to say that these two were jackasses and that he should just arrest them for a day or two, but he knew you would get mad at him too, with your emotions all over the place.

You gave him a hug as he pulled up to your house. "Hopper you're a genius."

You happily got out of the car and went inside to your room, where Hopper smiled. He hoped you knew that he was there for you. That he could be your dad.

As you did your homework that night you got a call from your phone. When you answered, your face fell. "What do you want Steve?"

"Um, so you got home safe then?" He attempted to lighten the mood.

You sighed. "Goodbye Steve."

"No no no, wait! I'm sorry, I wanted to say that I'm sorry. We just really need to get him off of your ass, y'know?"

"I mean, he said he just wanted to be friends. Maybe we could go back to being just acquaintances?"

"God five, you'd think all things considered with you that you wouldn't be so stupid about this." Steve said this out of rage, but after hearing your soft gasp over the phone, he knew he just fucked up.

"Are you kidding me right now? You know what Steve, you'd think all things considered with you that you'd understand how hard it is for me to let him go, and how badly I want him back even though I know it's best to let him be."

"Five-"

"Don't ever call me that again!" You then hung up.

You breathed hard, trying to calm yourself down. You're not a crybaby. People who cry all the time are stupid, and you're not stupid. The damn telephone rang again, and you picked it up. "Damnit Steve, leave me alone!"

"Whoa there sweetheart, wrong guy."

You let out an involuntary breath of relief when you heard Billy's voice. It felt good to hear from him, but it just pained you in a worse way. He's trying his best to be perfect when you feel like you're too fucked up to even be allowed to have a boyfriend.

"Hi Billy." You said quietly, tears forming and your nose beginning to sting.

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

You sucked it a hard breath. "People keep telling me things that hurt."

You were really struggling to hold back the tears. "Y/n–"

"I have to go!" You slammed the phone back. You rolled up into a ball, and cried. Maybe you are stupid.

Once you exhausted yourself and stopped crying, you saw headlights flashing outside. You confusedly and sluggishly got up, since everyone was asleep by now, and saw Billy's car. He got out and said nothing, swiftly bringing you in for a hug. You hugged back. "C'mon, let's get you inside."

You only nodded and let him guide you. You knew that this wasn't right, but you were too damn exhausted with everything to do anything about it. He kicked off his shoes where he normally did, and took you to your room. He laid you down on your bed, and got in with you.

"You shouldn't be here." You quietly said as he tugged you into his chest. You didn't do anything to stop him, and instead embraced the smell you missed so much.

"Course I should." He took a deep breath, before continuing. "I'm sorry for adding all this stress to you. I know you've always been my little rule follower."

You felt the tears begin to sting in your eyes again. "Y'know, Hopper's always told us to follow the rules. That people who don't follow the rules are stupid, and we're not stupid. We can't be, and we won't be." You looked up at him. "I can't even follow my own rules. Why am I so stupid? How do I even do better?"

"You're not stupid. Don't ever say that about yourself again. Okay?" He spoke sternly, and you nodded your head while he wiped away a tear with his thumb. "You're just confused. It's okay to be confused about your feelings. Just as long as you don't have any for cock sucker Steve." You could practically hear his smile.

"Mm. You don't really think I'd have feelings for him, do you?"

"Nah, he's too vanilla."

You snuggled into his chest. "So are you, but only in private."

"Only with you baby." He grabbed your chin, and kissed your lips for a second before you pulled back. "Too soon, got it. Do you want me to leave?"

You sighed, knowing it's better if he did. But you felt so safe with him there. "After I fall asleep? Please."

"Course doll." And the two of you stayed like that until you fell asleep, when Billy gently kissed your unconscious lips and silently slipped out of the house and off to his. He went to sleep, content that he could still make you feel safe.

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Ava & Grace

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prompt: Hopper thinks maybe its time he had 'the talk' with Jane, but he could use a woman's perspective. Enter Joyce. "Remember how old we were?" she teases. "Yeah that is really not helping" he responds in agony. All the cigarettes in the world couldn't calm his nerves after that door opened. Joyce has her work cut out for her. Bonus points if you throw in a flashback scene to young!Jopper.

It was Saturday and miraculously Hopper was finishing earlyfor the day. He decided to pick up lunch for El as he headed home, along with afresh box of eggos. When he reached the door of the cabin however, he couldhear the music from her boombox, gifted to her by himself for Christmas,figuring she’d grown a little tired of Hopper’s records. Figuring she wouldn’thear the sound of his knock, he fumbled around in his pocket for his keys,listening to the pop rock tones of Cyndi Lauper echo through the cabin he beganto wonder if it was really such a good gift idea.

“Hey, El, did you get my message? I got your favourite!” heyelled through the cabin but he voice was nothing compared to the blastingmusic.

Knotting his brows into a frown, he placed his shopping downon the table and headed over to El’s bedroom door to go check she was stillalive. He quickly knocked twice before opening the door.

“Hey, El, I’m ba- oh jesus!”

“Dad!” El shrieked and quickly slammed the door with hermind.

Hopper turned his back on the door and leaned up against it,wide eyed and panting. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to processwhat he had just seen. El and the Wheeler boy had been sitting on her bed, kissing.El’s hands draped around the boy’s neck with his hands on her waist thatindicated to Hopper it was a lot more than an innocent peck.

With a sigh he stepped away from the door and paced thecabin, trying to work out his best plan of action. He tried to push down theurge to storm back into the room and yell at Mike, knowing full well that wouldonly upset El. And the last thing he wanted to do was go back into the room andactually talk to them both about it. Hopper then slumped down onto the couchand switched on the TV while he thought.

Luckily, he didn’t have to think much longer about how to goabout the situation when Mike sped out the room, practically sprinting to thefront door.

“Bye Mr. Hopper,” Mike stuttered as he rushed out of thedoor without giving Jim so much a chance to call after him or even say goodbyehimself. Hopper noted that that was the first time Mike had ever addressed himas ‘Mr. Hopper’ and suddenly Jim felt about twenty years older.

After the door closed behind him, El walked out with herhead hung low, afraid to look Hopper in the eye. She shuffled across to the couchand hovered next to it, as though she were awaiting whatever punishment sheexpected him to dish out.

“I’m not mad, kid,” Hopper assured her with a exasperatedgrumble. Her head lifted, eyes curious as she blinked at him. Hopper turned offthe TV and stood then. “But I think there are a few things we need to talkabout.”

El nodded in understanding and Hopper gestured for them tosit at the table. Once they sat down, he looked at her, trying to keep his expressionas soft as possible. He took a deep breath.

“Have you and Mike ever, uh,” he sighed. “Has Mike ever saidanything to you about sex?” he asked, mustering all the restraint he had.

Her eyes widened at him. “Sex? What, no?” she seemed confusedby the concept which made Hopper slightly hopeful.

He looked away from her and stared at his hands on the tableinstead. “And do you know what sex is?”

“Yes,” she answered straight away and any hope Hopper had beenfeeling quickly vanished.

He brought his eyes back to her face, she looked back at him,almost appearing offended that he would ask her such a dense question.

“Okay, what is it?”

She gave him a bewildered look before rolling her eyes and answering.“It’s when a man and a woman go under the covers and kiss,” she said a littletoo matter-of-factly for Hopper’s liking. “I saw it on Days of Our Lives. But me and Mike weren’t under the covers!” shequickly added, feeling the need to defend herself.

Hopper almost laughed. Almost. While he was rather thankfulthat they hadn’t engaged in any activities that were too physical, and by the soundsof it Mike didn’t seem to have any intention to commit such acts consideringshe didn’t have a full understanding of the act itself, he was now faced withthe daunting task of having to explain it to her. Deciding on the best way togo about it, he stood from his chair and went to retrieve their trustydictionary from the shelf. He brought it back and placed it front of her.

“There’s a little more to it than that,” he said, gesturingto the book in front of her. She furrowed her brows at him for a moment before flickingthrough the dictionary.

When she finally found the page, she cleared her throatbefore speaking. “Sex, s-e-x,” he tried not to cringe as she said it so determinedly.“Sexual activity, including specifically sexual intercourse.” She stutteredthrough the words but eventually got there, however it didn’t seem to help herunderstand any further. Rather than tell her, he took the dictionary from herand looked further down the page. When he found the term he pointed at it and handedit back to her.

With a determined sigh she continued to read. “G-gen-genitalcontact. Especially the insertion of the pen-is into the vag-ina vagina,followed by org-as-m, c-oitus, cop-u-la-tion,” she struggled through theunfamiliar words but managed to use her sounds the way Hopper had taught her.She looked up at him, confusion still latent in her face. “But how?”

“How what?”

“How does it insert?And what’s an org-as-m?”

Hopper groaned and his head hit the table. After a half hourof trying to give her the most concise and PG-13 description of sex, whilstalso trying to dissuade her from even trying it before she was at least 21, hegave up. He dashed over to the phone and called in the big guns.

Some time later, Joyce arrived at the cabin, a plastic bagin tow and constant mothering smile on her face. Hopper gave her a smallappreciative smile as he closed the door behind her. El was sitting on thecouch with her knees under her chin, silently watching the TV. When she lookedover to Joyce her face immediately lit up, a shy smile on her lips.

“Hey, sweetie,” Joyce grinned as she made her way over to Eland sat down next to her on the couch. “Your dad tells me there’s a couple of thingswe need to talk about.”

El nodded hesitantly, but still smiled at Joyce. Hopper tooka moment to admire the scene in front of him. Joyce and El had really bondedfrom the beginning. And while El had made it clear to him that she didn’t wantanother mama, she was happy to have a Joyce. And as glad as Hopper was to seeJoyce, he suddenly remembered the reason why she was here and he suddenlydreaded whatever was about to come out of Joyce’s mouth.

“Right, well, I think the best way to start is for you toask me any questions you have and we’ll go from there,” Joyce nodded encouraginglyto El who then shifted her eyes toward Hopper who was hovering over the couch. Joyce’seyes followed and looked up at Hopper with an amused and understanding spark inher eye.

“Would you like it to be a girls only conversation?” Joycelooked between El and Hopper. El’s eyes shifted to her hands, almost feelingbad or embarrassed for not wanting her adoptive father present.

Hopper read the expression on her face and immediately heldhis hands up. “Hey, that’s completely fine by me!” he insisted. He backed awayfrom the pair and gave Joyce another smile, silently thanking her and she gavehim a wink and assuring smirk. He retreated to the porch for a smoke and letthe girls talk it out.

It wasn’t for another hour when Joyce finally exited thecabin, coming out onto the porch to join Hopper. He didn’t say anything when hefirst saw her, instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cigarettes,passing one to Joyce. She smiled a thank you, taking note of the abundance offreshly stubbed cigarette butts in the ash tray next to Hopper. He had clearlybeen nervous about the outcome of their conversation.

She sat down next to him on the bench. “Relax, Hop, you’vegot nothing to worry about,” she put a hand on his knee and squeezed lightly andflashed him a kind smile. “She’s smart. And I’ve known Mike since he was a kid-“

“They still are kids,” Hopper interjected.

She laughed a little at that. “And he’s not stupid to enoughto go fooling around with the chief’s daughter before either of them are ready.”

Hopper sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Joycepulled away and inhaled on her cigarette. “I just can’t get that picture out ofmy head…”

“They were just kissing, Hop,” Joyce scoffed playfully athim. “It could’ve been a whole lot worse. I mean, remember how old we were?”she teased, eyes shining at him.

Hopper almost choked on his cigarettes and frowned at the fartoo amused expression on Joyce’s face. “That’s really not helping,” heresponded with a groan of agony. It especially didn’t help when Joyce let out adelightful giggle, reminding him of a time a long time ago. And suddenly, allthe cigarettes in the world couldn’t calm his nerves after that door opened.

It was Friday night andJoyce Horowitz was sitting on her bed, organising her records collection whenshe really should’ve been studying. The alluring sounds of Billie Holiday echoedthrough her room, Joyce humming along, content as she flipped through thecollection she had mustered over the years. It was early, only around 7, but shewas already dressed in her night gown and ready for bed. Her father had to worklate so she had decided to have a quiet night in rather than head to the drive-inwith her friends.

Her quiet nighthowever, appeared to be disturbed when she heard a strange noise coming fromher window. Furrowing her brows in confusion, she gently placed down her LittleRichard record and cautiously approached the window. The odd scraping sound wasunfamiliar to her and she figured that it was perhaps just critters outside butnevertheless she thought it best to check.

She jumped up with ashriek when the window suddenly flew upwards and Jim Hopper’s head appeared inplace of the glass.

When she calmed down,clutching her heart over her chest she looked at him. He flashed her a smuggrin.

“Hey, Horowitz,” he pumpedhis eyebrows at her, his smile only growing. He pulled himself and carefully steppedover the ledge and into her bedroom.

“James Hopper what thehell are you doing here?!” she hissed in a whisper.

He shrugged and ran ahand through his dirty blonde hair, a subtle move Joyce always found endearing.But of course she would never tell him that.

“Well, you told meyour dad was working tonight. Figured I’d keep you company,” he looked down ather and wondered to himself how someone could still look like a total knockouteven when dressed in a loose fitting white night gown. His eyes suddenly feltlike fire on her skin and Joyce blushed furiously.

Cursing herself shequickly rushed to her bedroom door, turning the lock on her handle.

“Yeah well he stillain’t left yet and-“

Joyce was cut off whenHopper grasped her wrists and pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hersin a hard kiss. Taken by surprise, Joyce let out a whimper, but kissed him backregardless. She hoisted herself up onto her tiptoes, allowing him to straightenhis back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him.Her lips parted as his hand went to the back of her head, tangling in her hair.

Her confidencegrowing, she walked them towards her bed, her lips not leaving his for amoment. When they reached the edge of the mattress, he sat down and pulled herinto his lap. She giggled when their lips broke and she tried to find a strategicway to straddle him without her night gown restricting her. The sound was likemusic to Hopper’s ears.

Their kissing wassuddenly interrupted by three dreaded knocks on her bedroom door.

“Joycie!” her fathercalled from the other side of the door. Joyce’s head whipped up and her hearthammered in her chest. She tried to jump off Hopper and go to the door but hishands were like steel against her hips. “Joyce I heard you scream, you okay?”her father called again.

She looked to Hopper, mischieftwinkled in his eyes as he grinned at her suggestively. Her eyes widened andshe shook her head at him and turned her head over in the direction of thedoor. She stifled a sharp gasp, however, when Hopper’s lips immediately got towork on her neck, leaving a trail of soft and hard kisses.

“Yeah I just stubbedmy toe!” Joyce called back, her voice coming out a lot more panicked than shethought it would.

“Oh, alright, well I’mjust heading to work, you sure you gonna be alright here by yourself?” he shoutedback to her.

“Yeah I’ll be,” she clampedher mouth shut when Hopper suddenly bit down on her neck with a stomachflipping growl. Her eyes squeezed shut, struggling to maintain control. “I’llbe fine!” her voice cracked, causing Hopper to smile against her neck and letout a low chuckle.

“Okay, see ya in themornin’!” her father’s naïve voice called happily as he backed from the doorand headed down the hall.

Joyce didn’t call backgoodbye, instead bringing her mouth back to Hopper’s. Her father was barely outthe door before her night gown was on the floor.

Hopper blushed at the memory, a sly smile on his lips. Thatsuddenly turned into a straight line as the colour washed from his face. Hestood then, stubbing out his cigarette.

“Come on we gotta go,” Hopper extended a hand to Joyce andpulled her up.

She looked up at him, completely baffled. “Go where?”

“Melvald’s,” he grumbled, heading back inside to grab theircoats. When he reappeared, handing Joyce her jacket, the confusion was still onher face.

“We’re getting a damn lock for her window.”