#witness protection

[neverthebabysitter]

Thinking about that prompt i found on TikTok about faking your death and then coming back and knocking on your best friend's door like nothing happened.

That but make Steve fake his own death accidentally, so he is clueless why Robin is freaking out when he goes to visit her.

(with a side of Steve going feral a la Jonh Wick and Die Hard over his car, i'm so normal about this, so normal, it's not like i use this like an oportunity to make a b99 reference, pff, Gertie who??? )

Like, i know nothing about witness protection and how faking your death would work, but, but- let's use our imagination.

Steve's father being a lawyer and messing with someone he shouldn't have. He ends up dead and because of this, the cops think they could go after Steve too.

Which, true, Steve has an accident that destroys his car (RIP BMW, I love you, but this is for plot reasons, you would be missed), so now he has to be under witness protection.

Steve, like the ball of repressed trauma and anger issues that he is, decides that the best thing to do is go after the people who destroyed his car, a la John Wick; because:

Going after them to avenge his father: no, thank you.

Going after them to avenge his car: yes, let me go for my bat.

That without forgetting to leave a cryptic message to Eddie's and Robin's voicemail.

While Steve is having his own action movie with handling the 'mob' and cops that kinda want to help, kinda don't care; the rest of the Party is freaking out because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO ONE INVITED HIM TO SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH SOMEONE AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIS CAR WAS FOUND IN THE QUARRY???".

Dustin asks Robin if something happened with Steve during christmas, like kissing under the mistletoe or something, only for Robin to say she didn't invite him because Eddie did, but Eddie hears that and goes, "Uh, no? I chicken out; I thought you would invite him after I didn't."

They asking around if someone invited Steve because it's kind of public knowledge that his parents suck, but no one did, and he hasn't come to the Party's Christmas party yet, so he's probably mad at them.

But Eddie and Robin are having a Bad Feeling™ because of the voicemails, and Hopper is being called to identify a car that it was found in the quarry that morning.

And Hopper knows that car, he has seen that car since Steve was a dumb teenager that got his parties busted by the chief. He hasn't seen Steve for a while. He wasn't at the christmas party. Where was he again?

The Party still isn't in the know, but Hopper is already looking for Steve but he can't find him and-

Remember that i told you Steve was in witness protection? Well, i think sometimes they fake their deaths, i'm not sure, but this is the perfect oportunity and cover to pretend that Steve died.

So the government uses it, and The Party doesn't know because different branch of the government and all that.

When Hopper founds out he doesn't know how to tell the other that Steve had an accident and they are still looking for him in the quarry; but they already know, they used Dustin's cerebro to find out what was going on.

Everyone is devastaded, and then, Eddie and Robin hear their voicemail again only to bring out that maybe it wasn't an accident, that maybe Steve did it on porpose.

And grief, pain, mourning, sadness, anger. Just a lot of feelings.

Meanwhile, Steve is kicking ass and using the Bad Guys™ headquarters like his own personal rage room.

Blablabla something something something.

Steve let out his anger, has a few personal realisations, lets himself think about the trauma he's endured all those years and comes back like a new person, ready to confess his feelings for Eddie Munson and let people care about him.

The first thing is go talk with Robin, she's probably worried about him and she probably knows better than him to help him confess to Eddie.

So he goes, only to be utterly confuse by the amount of tears, snot, yells and hugs that Robin welcomes him. It's not like he died.

Then Robin is flabbergasted by his Audacity.

Both of them fall into a bickering that makes Robin cry harder because she thought she wouldn't have this again and Steve starts to cry because Robin is crying and now they're both crying.

Needless to say, they catch up about all the things that happened in both ends.

It's not the end of tears, hugs and yelling, though.

Just give Steve all the confort that he refused to accept because he didn't think he deserved and that people didn't know how to give.

Fluff, Fluffy, Fluff. A bit of Steddie here.

Yeah, that's all.

[starshideurfics]

Bringing this over from biskie because @lulalulens wanted more baby trapping, and I know Steve would bring ip babies way too early unless he had a very good reason, thus:

Modern AU where they separately are witnesses to a huge drug/crime ring. Eddie is still a low-level dealer who turns in his bosses when one of his clients ODs when she shouldn’t have had enough of anything to kill her, while Steve was in the early days of dating a mob enforcer and overheard some things that he shouldn’t.

The feds decide it will be easier to keep them safe together, put them in a nice little house across the country, get Eddie a job in a pharmacy, and Steve works part-time in a bakery.

Steve gets really attached to his wedding ring, to having physical proof he’s loved…

Even if it’s fake.

And Eddie is so good at playing the part of the doting husband, bringing Steve flowers and taking him out for date night every thursday. It’s easy for Steve to forget they aren’t actually married. When he remembers the truth, he can’t help dreaming up ways to make it real.

The trial is coming up soon. They’ll testify, put a lot of bad people in prison for a very long time, and go their separate ways. Unless he can find a way to keep Eddie.

Steve’s never been able to keep a partner long, always too much, too needy, too “hot, but not the kind of person you marry.”

Eddie holds him when he wakes in the middle of the night from his bad dreams.

Eddie brings home ice cream because Steve mentioned craving Chunky Monkey.

Eddie calls him beautiful, and Steve believes him every time.

So he plans, he floats the idea of them having sex after he knows Eddie’s been jerking off in the bathroom, a simple, “So we can both get off, have a little fun. I promise, I’m way better than your fist.” And then Steve pulls off his underwear, and how can Eddie say no to Steve’s wet pussy right in front of him?

“Condoms?” he gasps as Steve guides his fingers to touch.

“You know I’m on the pill,” Steve husks back. “Don’t you wanna feel everything? How wet I am on your big cock.”

“You haven’t even seen my cock yet.”

“I can tell you’re packing,” Steve says with a smile, fingers in the waistband of Eddie’s boxers, pulling them down, grinning wider when he’s right.

Steve’s buys a pack of ovulation tests, uses them at work to track his cycle, anything to make sure it takes, even though he has no trouble getting Eddie to say yes to sex any time he asks.

Steve is visibly pregnant on the witness stand, with a new legal name and everything.

Eddie is his forever.

[ihni]

Okay but the Hargroves being in witness protection, and that's why they moved to Hawkins?

Let's say that Max ran away from home because Neil was fighting with Susan, and then of course Neil was in a bad mood so he laid into Billy when it was discovered, because it was Billys job as a big brother to keep an eye on his sister. Billy is sent out to find her. And like, he knows she likes to skate in some abandoned parking garage so he goes there, and finds her just sitting there, and they actually talk a little and are on the same page about how it sucks to be in the family they're currently in.

And then there's a noise, from somewhere in the parking garage where no one should be. Billy goes to check it out even though Max tries to stop him, but he wants to see what it is. They creep closer to see a bunch of bad people doing a major drug deal or something, only one of the parties screws the other over so Billy and Max get to witness an execution. Max makes a noise, involuntary, and someone hears them, and Billy grabs Max and they make a run for it.

They make it out of there, they go to the cops, they do the whole witness thing ... And then, the whole family is placed in witness protection because of the threat to them.

Cue the move to Hawkins, Indiana - the middle of nowhere.

Everyone hates it there. Neil is angry and blames Billy, so he's harsher than he used to be, against everyone but mostly Billy. Max is angry she had to leave her friends and her school and she blames Billy too, for checking out the noise when she wanted them to leave. And Billy is also angry for all the aforementioned reasons, but he blames Max, because if she'd just stayed home - or hell, not made that sound which got them noticed - they wouldn't be here. (And Susan is just doing a bad job at trying to see the positive side of things)

Monsters was not what Max or Billy expected from this boring little town, but like, they've obviously seen some shit too.

And yeah, that's what I've got so far.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in witness protection from Springtrap from FNAF and during the trial I was set to testify in, he killed the judge.

[catfindr]

[steddieunderdogfics]

MEMORIA (series) by emryses

@emryses

Rating: Explicit

81,955 words, 2/2 works

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags from first fic in series: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, 1990s, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson in Witness Protection, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Steddie Big Bang 2023 (Stranger Things)

Summary:

It's January 1996 and Steve has recently moved to Pennsylvania for a new job as a children's librarian. Urged to do something with his evenings by Robin, he goes to a bar around the corner from his apartment and sees someone who looks an awful like Eddie Munson playing his guitar. Only no one has seen Eddie in almost ten years. Eddie Munson, whilst on the brink of death, was not so gently urged into the supernatural department of the United States Federal Witness Protection Program. The time he was in the program, he was stripped of everything he had and thought he knew, and was forced to become someone entirely new. He’s still trying to figure out who that person is. It’s been almost ten years, and in that time the only thing he has learned is that he is okay with being alone. He has to be. Otherwise known as, a story about finding the people you’ve lost, healing rifts (the personal kind, not the supernatural kind) and maybe for once, finally, falling in love.

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[the-stars-sigh-when-i-get-high]

2 broke girls is sooo underused in Marvel fanfiction 😩

[dropofbittersea]

It didn’t escape him that Steve shared his assumed last name. “Are you gonna be my cousin?” Bucky asked dully.

Steve frowned. “Husband, actually,” he said easily, holding up his left hand to show a typical golden band.

Bucky scowled and closed the door.

AKA

An AU in which Bucky is put in the witness protection program and Steve is the agent hired to protect him/pretend to be his husband.

[writtenroses1813]

Hot takes I think I should be put in witness protection for (these are just my opinions pls don’t feel offended if you like these tropes):

Enemies to lovers tropes needs to stop being so fetishized. When someone takes their significant other (either real, contractual, or arranged) by the THROAT and THROWS THEM AGAINST A WALL that is NOT “sexual tension” that is ABUSE.

Characters having a strong platonic relationship in which they are open to showing affection to each other does not automatically mean they have to be love interests. Let people have friends

Rivals (ESPECIALLY academically) does not automatically mean they are love interests. Because people are both good at the same thing and therefore competitive does not mean they have hidden feelings

Badass women (especially in fantasy settings) don’t have to be fully “battle forged” or whatever. They can have hobbies and the other women who are often looked at as “meek” and “damsels” are not any less badass for liking to sew or cook. Those hobbies are not “anti-feminist” just because they were what were expected of us women before rights. We have simply commandeered them for our own tastes and purposes

Blond hair male leads aren’t a turnoff

Just because a book has the same tropes used as another does not make it a “rip off” of said other book. Tropes are used just like character archetypes and the freaking alphabet. By that logic all books in the English language are a rip off of the freaking dictionary.

[rat-at-heart]

Has to go into the witness protection program (his fedora should be coming in the mail any day now)

[ladylilithprime]

Day 10: Mushrooms

(Part of the Grand Not-Coven of Palo-Alto series.)

SAM WESSON'S GARDEN was a truly spectacular work of time, effort, engineering, and spell work. It was the first thing any visitor to his properly noticed from the street and a favored place for friends and family to gather to spend time together just chatting and enjoying each other's company. Even if you didn't have a lick of sensitivity to the supernatural and mystical energies, the Garden was a visual marvel of growth and care, at least some parts of it always in bloom no matter the season. If you were sensitive to mystical energies, it was a massive nexus of magic, from the carved stones and mosaics that marked out the footpaths and plant beds to the plants themselves. It was the focal point of the wards Sam had built around his house and extended to the house next door where Dean Smith lived, and it was where the anchor stones for the wards Sam maintained around the homes and businesses of his "network friends" and Palo Alto as a whole were kept, continually renewing and recharging with every sunrise, moonrise, and rainfall.

As a licensed herbalist and practicing witch, it was no surprise that the Garden held a lot of the plants and herbs Sam needed for various potions, tinctures, and poultices, grown fresh and harvested with care to dry and preserve. The large glass greenhouse at one end of the Garden, which connected to the main house via the Solarium, held the more "tempermental" plants in their specially warded pots and beds, the ones that Sam's FBI contacts really wanted to pretend didn't exist for one reason or another. There was even a section of the Garden devoted to growing fruits and vegetables which Sam used to cook and gave to or traded with other members of the network. Frankly, the only thing that was surprising to people who had learned the secrets of the Garden was that Sam would need to go anywhere else for some type of plant.

Specifically, mushrooms.

"It's not that there aren't mushrooms in the Garden," Sam explained as he led the way into the woods behind the house, Bones cheerfully bounding ahead before circling back to dance around her favorite human and his friends. "The act of foraging is itself a part of the ritual, much like harvesting. A reaffirmation of life and sustainability amid death and decay as part of the cycle of the natural world."

"And they're really safe to eat?" asked John Castiel Novak curiously, stepping around a fallen branch even as he split his attention between Sam and the mushroom guidebook the witch had given him.

"Some are," Sam nodded, then shrugged. "Some aren't. And some of them are only safe to eat in certain stages of their growth, so pay close attention to that guide book and if you aren't sure ask me or Bones to double check."

"Too bad we don't have a pig along for truffle hunting," Cas's twin, James Constantine Novak joked, and then yelped as the golden retriever abruptly stood up and changed into a golden-haired woman with her hands on her naked hips.

"I'd like to see a hog sniff out the good mushrooms of all types and warn you away from the bad ones even half as well as I can!" she snapped. Then her indignation melted away into a mischievous smirk as she added, "Besides, Dean said he was never doing that again after he got dirt up his nose that was still there when he changed back."

"Bones," Sam groaned as Cas and Jimmy exchanged slightly alarmed looks. To the twins, he explained, "It was a dare from Andy to see if I even could change someone who wasn't my familiar into an animal, and Jess suggested a truffle hog to see if we could find some wild growing truffles to save some money on ingredients. Dean volunteered to be the guinea pig, and, well.... actual pig."

"And it worked?" Jimmy asked with interest. "No negative side effects?"

"Dean gained a better appreciation for vegetables as a food group, so your mileage may vary," Bones snorted, then slipped back into her canine shape with a cheerful yip.

"I, on the other hand, was exhausted, which is the real reason he said never again," Sam explained, getting tandem nods. The twins were well acquainted with Dean's intense protective streak when it came to Sam. "So Bones conspired with Dean to learn the scents of every mushroom in these woods and a few that aren't so she could be my primary hunting partner."

As it should be, Bones whispered in Sam's mind, answering his small smile with a lolling canine grin. Sam may have left the world of hunting behind along with the Winchester name, but there were some aspects he just couldn't give up completely. He rather suspected that, with the way the Novak twins kept coming back with their increasingly flimsy excuses, the hunting world wasn't ready to be done with him, either.

He thought he might could live with that.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 7

I paced around for hours on empty, I jumped at the slightest of sounds / Alleyway / Radio silence / "Can you hear me?"

"Can you hear me?", a gentle voice called Whumpee from their unconsciousness.

They felt gentle shakes, and light facial taps

Whumpee finally realized someone was touching them, they startled awake. Had they been found.

"Oh geesh, Shh! It's okay. I'm sorry I was walking by the alleyway and I saw you, and I am terrible at minding my business", the person tried to comfort, "as I got closer I thought you were dead, but saw that you were breathing, but I wanted to make sure you were okay, because again I'm bad at minding my business."

Whumpee tried to follow what was being said, but this person talked way too fast for them.

The person looked at them like they were waiting for something.

Whumpee panicked, "I'm sorry, I didn't follow much of that, I think I'm a bit out of it."

"That's okay", the person smiled, "you look like you've been through it lately. Are you hungry?"

"N-no", Whumpee stuttered, just as their stomach grumbled.

"I think your stomach didn't get the heads up", the person snickered.

"Please, I am trying to hide from someone very dangerous, I don't want to get anyone involved", Whumpee spoke up, "please just leave and forget you met me."

The person sighed, "I'm use to danger, and always in for an adventure. How about we go to my home and get you some food, we can get you cleaned up. You can tell me what's going on", the person replied, "my name is Caretaker."

"No I'm sorry. I have bad trust issues", Whumpee looked down, "especially after everything I've been through."

"Let me at least look over your wounds, get you cleaned up, and feed you", Caretaker frowned, "you can see if you trust me after that."

Whumpee frowned and looked down, "okay, I guess anything you do to me can't be any worse from what I've been through, but are you sure. I ran from a bad person who is out looking for me. I would understand completely if you just walked away right now."

"Like I said, I love an adventure", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee stood up and started to limp.

"Do you want me to carry you? It's a few blocks away", Caretaker offered.

"Thankyou, but I'll manage. My knee was broke a year back and it healed wrong", Whumpee smiled, "you'll have quite an adventure just looking over my wounds."

"I can see that", Caretaker walked beside them, "so for right now, how about I tell you about myself. You can tell me about yourself under the safety of my house."

Whumpee listened intently as they walked, Caretaker was right, they were use to danger.

"So you were active military through that", Whumpee paused.

"Yes, then I stayed out there in medical to assist with the wounded", Caretaker turned toward a building.

"This is it, I hope it's okay my home is technically an apartment. It's got an elevator", Caretaker opened the door.

Whumpee peaked one more time to make sure they weren't followed.

Whumpee and Caretaker finally stepped off of the elevator, and headed to the apartment. Whumpee automatically felt out of place as they entered.

Caretaker examined Whumpee, "my, you have more bruises than skin color, and are these stab wounds?"

"Yes, you name it, it's been done to me", Whumpee sighed, "it's been done several times."

Caretaker frowned, "you have more wounds than some of the soldiers I took care of."

Whumpee smiled weakly. Their stomach gurgled.

"Okay okay, it's coming", Caretaker spoke to Whumpee's stomach.

"Sorry."

"It's okay, I'm sure it has a right to be hungry. How about you tell me what's going on while I cook", Caretaker pulled out a few things, "you can sleep after you eat, if you want to."

"Where do I start", Whumpee sighed, "I was a witness to a murder. The person's name, the murderer is Whumper. I was suppose to be in witness protection, but something slipped up."

Caretaker nodded, listening to them.

"The police came 30 minutes late to retrieve me, but when they got there, I would have been gone. Whumper had found me, I thought it was the police so I opened the door to Whumper. He's kept me captive ever sense."

Caretaker pulled out a cup and poured some lemonade for Whumpee.

Whumpee took it gladly and chugged half of it in one breath. "I told Whumper countless times that I didn't want any part of this, I wouldn't even talk if they let me go. He never listened though."

"I wonder what happened that the time was mixed, that is a serious mistake", Caretaker sighed.

"Yes, this last year has been a nightmare", Whumpee looked themself over, "as you may have seen."

Caretaker dished up some food and gave it to Whumpee.

"No I didn't notice anything", Caretaker winked with a grin.

"Well do you think you trust me enough to rest here, you can eat, sleep, even get a shower", Caretaker offered, "you can stay as long as you need."

Whumpee swallowed a mouthful, "I don't want to impose, you've already done so much. I also don't want to get you mixed up in this. Whumper is extremely dangerous."

"How did you get away?", Caretaker poured some more lemonade.

"Whumper slipped up, I had been waiting for a mistake to happen. I took my chance when I saw it", Whumpee glanced out the window, "I know he is looking for me."

"You can stay here as long as you need to, I wish I could help you more honestly", Caretaker pulled out more food ingredients, "still hungry?"

"This tastes amazing, but I will definitely be full from it. I haven't had food for a while, so my stomach doesn't need too much", Whumpee grinned.

Whumpee followed Caretaker to the couch.

"My guest bedroom is shamefully packed with storage, I hope you are okay on the couch. I'll get it cleaned up if you plan on staying", Caretaker grabbed a pillow and blanket.

"This is perfect", Whumpee looked at it excitedly.

"Go ahead and rest, get some sleep", Caretaker handed them the pillow and blanket.

A few hours passed when a knock came to the door. Whumpee jolted awake.

"That knock", Whumpee whispered.

Caretaker started to walk to the door, "I don't know how someone got up here."

"Wait don't open that, it's him", Whumpee cried, "that's the knock I got kidnapped with.

This time, whoever was there pounded at the door.

Caretaker frowned, they realized this was what Whumpee warned them about. This was their newest adventure.

The pounding started again.

Whumpee was practically falling off the couch, each knock made them slide farther from the door. Now they were trapped. Now a stranger was involved.

Caretaker took a breath and reached their hand into their pocket. They opened the door a few inches.

"Can I help you? No I don't know who that is." Caretaker tried to lie.

"I have a witness saying they saw you walking with a limping person a few hours ago", Whumpee heard the voice, that voice.

The door was forced open.

Whumpee fell to the ground.

Whumper charged in and after Whumpee.

"Thought you could get away from me huh?", Whumper grabbed at Whumpee and slapped them harshly.

The sound of a hammer being pulled back paused Whumper in his steps.

He turned to face the pistol, well actually three pistols. Caretaker was joined by two police officers.

Whumper threw up his hands.

"A civilian alerted us that a strange man was looking for a limping person and that they seemed very dangerous. We had heard witnesses say they've seen Whumper around here", one of the officers stated.

"Caretaker, our chief received your text stating that you had found Whumpee, and they were safe with you", the other officer stated, "she wanted to ask what time they should be ready for dinner as well."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker in bewilderment.

The police began arresting, and removing Whumper from the scene.

"You know the police chief enough to be having dinner with them", Whumpee looked up from the floor.

Caretaker helped them up, "yes, we were active duty together and got really close", Caretaker helped them sit, "go-ahead and get comfortable, I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"What do you mean?", Whumpee looked at him.

"I was supposed to be your protector almost a year ago, you were suppose to come here and stay until everything was done", Caretaker stated sorrowfully, "when the police communicated that you were missing I panicked."

Whumpee stared straight at them.

"When I found you in the alley way, I thought you looked familiar. That's why I tried hard to get you to come with me. I figured if I was wrong I'd be helping someone anyways. When you went to sleep I had the chief send my your missing poster", Caretaker grinned, "I'm sorry I didn't tell all this sooner. I didn't want to weird you out if you weren't you, then you were sleeping."

"So you were supposed to be my witness protection agent", Whumpee stated trying to collect their thoughts, "but how you said."

"Yes, I use to be active military, but now I'm an unassuming person who lives in a lovely apartment that over looks the city", Caretaker smiled, "pretty good cover to do my job. You're staying here now, like you were supposed to originally."

"Uh, okay", Whumpee gave a weak smile.

The police chief walked in, "don't worry, everything will be straightened out, and you should be able to return to normal life after that. Sorry I was eavesdropping. I wouldn't trust anyone else to take care of you", the chief smile, "I'm sorry that everything was so screwed up, I will try my best to make it up to you."

Whumpee nodded. This was a lot.

Caretaker smiled. "It's going to be okay, I promise."

Whumpee nodded again, "I still have trust issues remember?"

Caretaker smiled, "that's fine."

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[forensicated]

(Cannot ever stop lolling at the 'Oh for fucks sake!' expression that Max always has when he's at gunpoint!)

[dragonmickie]

i dont rememebr if me and my friends had a tag for our ponysonas. ft. anya mouthwashing

[darkhades63]

urrrrg rat. rapscallion. she dream on my wastaken til i talk to miners

She anonynous on my identity until i rveeal #secretprotectiveservices #gay