(TW: The Billy/Karen thing, implied domestic violence)
Billy doesn't know why he says it.
Why he even mentioned it.
Why he couldn't keep it in any longer.
All he knows is that Karen Wheeler had made some passive aggressive remark to Joyce earlier that day, something about Jonathan being a 'quirky' choice for Nancy after Steve, and that Joyce hasn't stopped grumbling about it since.
“Quirky? I’ll show her quirky! Jonathan’s smart, and he’s kind and he’s got so much potential. That’s what she means. And that’s what Nancy likes.”
and
"How dare she say that about my boy? Jonathan's a good kid. He treats Nancy well. She should be happy they found each other!"
and
“Quirky? I can’t...I know exactly what she was trying to say. She thinks he’s not good enough. Well he’ll show her. My boy’s going to do such amazing things.”
And Billy's gets it. Kind of. He can see why Joyce is upset. But it still grates on him, the way she's so protective over Jonathan when he isn't even here to appreciate it; how she just won't shut up about it, even though Jonathan didn't even hear the comment and he probably wouldn't even be bothered by it if he did, and it's not like he can deny it, 'cause any idiot with eyes can see that of course Steve is the better choice- with that hair and those eyes and those chocolate chip moles everywhere and those jeans that fit just right and that smile that's like sunshine and a laugh that makes Billy want to laugh along too. How would anyone not choose him? Who would be dumb enough to ever trade that away? Who wouldn't want Steve?
Billy's not gonna think too hard on that. Not right now.
But Joyce keeps on bringing it up. She just won't stop ranting on about her perfect son and how wonderful he is and how proud she is of him and how she's so angry- actually, legitimately driven to fury- just because someone dared to say a bad word about her kid.
Just words.
Words Jonathan didn't even hear. Words he'll never hear, because Joyce is dead set on protecting him from any tiny, little, insignificant thing that might hurt his fucking feelings.
Because he's her boy.
And it all builds and builds. All of it bubbling up inside of Billy, all the frustration and longing and petty jealousy churning inside him until it all comes out, sour and acidic on his tongue,
"Yeah, well, least you don't have to worry about her wanting to fuck him."
He doesn't shout it. Doesn't even raise his voice. He just mutters it under his breath, more of a hiss than anything, but somehow it's enough that Joyce freezes at the sink, arms still submerged in the soapy water, and then turns to look at him, eyes wide with shock.
"What do you mean?" Joyce asks, "Billy?"
She grimaces, "What…huh…why? Why would you say that? That's not funny."
"No." Billy suddenly feels small. The churning in his gut is still there, but now it's mixing with a prickly surge of shame, "No, I know…I don't…I shouldn't have said-"
He's shaking. His voice is weird. Watery. Thick. And the words feel sticky and heavy as they push past the lump in his throat.
"Billy?" Joyce is coming over now, wiping her sudsy hands on her jeans, "Honey? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It was…bad joke. Just a really bad joke. I'm sorry."
"No," Joyce shakes her head, kneeling down beside Billy's chair, "No, honey, it's OK. But is there… Billy? Is there something you want to tell me?"
No.
The answer comes without thinking. Billy doesn't want to say anything, not really. But, then again, he knows Joyce. He's told her things before, things he never told anyone. And she helped with those. Made him feel better. Less alone. Less wrong.
So maybe. Yes.
"Mrs. Wheeler," he manages, "She, uh, before everything…" Billy ducks his head, feeling almost sick with the revelation, "We were, uh…she wanted…" He can't think of any other way to say it. There's no point trying to dress it up in anything it isn't. "I was going to…to sleep with her."
And if he wasn't feeling so panicked, Billy might've laughed at the look of horror on Joyce's face, the way her eyes go wide and her jaw drops. The way she gasps, hands flying up to her face like some shitty actress in a terrible soap opera before turning to Hopper to gauge his reaction, "Hopper?"
"Karen Wheeler, huh?" Hop lets out a wry chuckle, raising his can of beer in Billy's direction, "Nice work, son." He hums appreciatively but his smile drops as soon as he sees the fury on Joyce's face.
"What?" He tries to argue, holding up his hands, "She's a good looking woman, Joyce. I've got eyes, OK? The kid did good. You don't have to be-"
"She's a grown woman," Joyce's voice is low. Dangerous. It's the angriest Billy's heard her and it puts him on edge, "An adult. And Billy’s a kid. It's like if you started sniffing around after Nancy. Or if Ted got his hands all over Jane."
Hopper flinches at that, then his face goes hard, "Don't say that," he hisses.
"Why not?” Joyce stands up and gives an exaggerated shrug, “It's the same thing, isn’t it? Or would you be happier if he waited until after her senior prom?"
"That's enough, Joyce," Hopper warns, and Billy can see the set of his jaw. The red flush working its way up his face. He hears the sound of the beer can crumpling underneath Hopper's fingers.
Billy stops breathing. He silently wills Joyce to stop talking. To listen. To finally shut up.
But he knows Joyce, so he isn't surprised when she doesn't.
"What about her eighteenth birthday?" Joyce says casually, waving a hand in the air, "Would that be better? It's legal, that's all that matters, right? And he's a good guy with a good job, after all." Her tone turns bitter again. "Would you say 'nice work' to Jane too?"
"I said that's enough!"
Hopper's hand thumps on the table, sending the beer can flying, and Billy flies up from his seat, knocking his chair back in his haste to round the table and put himself directly in between Jim and Joyce. He's alert now, tracking Hopper's every movement, eyes flicking between his expression and his clenched fist.
He widens his stance, feet planted firmly. His own hands curl tightly,
"No," Billy growls. His heart is hammering fit to burst, and he knows he's shaking like a leaf, but he stares Hopper down regardless, "No. No. You don't touch her. You won't hurt her. I started this, it's my fault."
Behind him, Joyce is saying something, but Billy doesn't turn around. He doesn’t even move when he feels Joyce’s hand on his arm, gently trying to pull him back.
"Oh, Billy, oh no." Joyce whispers. She sounds pained and then her voice turns quiet and gentle, lacking any trace of the venom from before, “You don’t have to do that, honey. That’s not what's happening. I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” Hopper mutters gruffly, “Sorry, kid. I wasn't thinking. And I get it now. Karen, she, uh, she shouldn't have done that. Gone along with it or whatever. It wasn't right."
The tension hasn't exactly diffused, but Hopper's hand is unclenched now, so Billy walks past him, keeping his distance, and goes to finish washing the dishes that Joyce left soaking in the sink.
He hears Hopper mumbling something, an excuse, and then he hears him leave, and a moment later Joyce appears back by Billy's side, wringing a damp dish towel in her hands.
For a while neither of them say anything.
They work together, Billy washes and Joyce dries, stacking the plates haphazardly on the side, and there's no sound but the splash of water and the clack of crockery to fill the air.
And then Billy starts to talk.
And he tells Joyce everything.
***
Billy should've known it would happen eventually. He knows Karen has started coming around more, wheedling Joyce about Jonathan and his future plans and whether there's been any hint of wedding bells and whether he knows that it's customary to ask Nancy's father before he proposes and how would Joyce feel about a church wedding, because of the divorce and-
That's normally when Joyce changes the subject. But Billy knew that this time would be different. That Joyce wouldn't play along with all the small talk with a fake smile on her face and an equally fake little laugh.
He knows Joyce.
He knows she's going to say something about…it. About him. And he also knows that he shouldn't be listening. But he can't help it.
Because Joyce's voice is low, but the fury in it carries through the walls, and if Billy had thought that Joyce sounded dangerous before, it's nothing compared to this. He can't quite catch all she's saying, but he picks up a few things, key phrases ringing in his ear like,
"You're old enough to be his mother."
and
"He's practically a kid, Karen. He's Nancy's age."
and
"It doesn't matter what he did. Or what he said. You should know better."
and
"You were wrong."
Despite what he's expecting, Billy doesn't hear Joyce say a single bad word about him. All of her fury, her disgust, her condemnation is aimed squarely at Karen, and Billy creeps out of his room in time to see Karen seemingly wilting with the force of it, backing away from Joyce until she's standing in the doorway. And then Joyce delivers her final blow.
"You stay away from my boy, Karen Wheeler."
Karen opens her mouth to reply, but Joyce slams the door in her face, startling a little when she turns and spots Billy standing awkwardly in the hall.
"Oh, hey there," she smiles, but Billy can see the way her hands are trembling, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there. You OK? Should I make a start on lunch? Or maybe coffee? Coffee would be good, right? I should make some-"
"I'm your…?" Billy steps forward, trying to cut her off, stop her rambling, but his voice gives out. He almost daren't say it. But he wants to know. To be sure. He swallows and tries once more. "I'm your boy?"
His voice cracks on the last word and it takes Joyce a moment to understand what he means, but Billy sees the moment it dawns on her. The very second she remembers her words to Karen. Her strained smile grows into a big, bright one, so warm and full of love, and Billy finds himself being wrapped in her arms and surrounded by her love,
"Of course, sweetie. Yes of course you are. My boy. And I always look out for my boys."
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not anon but i'm so curious about your theory that misako could be the next biggest villain-- i read it and went oh this is gonna be good
I didn't say she was a villain, only that she could be
Alright, since y’all jumped on this bGKL;MAWEF
Disclaimer (because I know there’s been some Misako discourse): I’m not saying this is canon. I just think her character as she is presented now would be much more intresting as a more villain leaning character. I can easily rationalize a good Misako and just brush off a lot of it as bad writing, but this is a lot more fun lol.
Ninjago is just... poorly written. Which, honestly makes sense, they didn't really know the series would keep going this long, and any show's characters and character development is repeated, watered down and re-written after fifteen--sixteen seasons. So a lot of stuff they do is just, drenched in biases, there's a lot of racism and sexism and it's just :T We all know this, so honestly, you could look at Misako's character and just say "oh this was just bad writing" or "they made her this way cause of this n that" which, eh, u can rationalize, she could be a cool good character, if it weren't for... the way they wrote her. Because the way she is she just seems like... a bit of a jerk and a bad mom. Classic not great character. But if you said she was a villain suddenly her behaviour makes a lot more sense. And she actually starts to get interesting.
Misako, finds the sons of the first Spinjitzu Master. Sure, you could say she saw some good people but isn’t it that much more intresting to say she saw powerful people? What’s more is these two immensely powerful people were in love with her.
Seriously she’s just more interesting as a villain, so I’m gonna lean into that a bit in this post.
So. Misako is smart. She’s clever and beautiful and skilled and she finds the Sons of the First Spinjitzu Master. Whatever her original plan was, if she even had one, falls apart because they fall in love with her.
And what a pick to have, two of th emost powerful people in Ninjago would die for her, all she need do is choose. She receives a letter in Wu’s handwriting, signed by Garmadon and isn’t that amusing. Garmadon is more powerful, he’s training under Chen, Wu is devoted but he’s too self righteous. And if her child will inherit their elemental power, what better one than that of destrction for her to guide and direct to use correctly? Besides. Where Garmadon would lash out in bitterness and cut her off, Wu will remain devoted to her regardless of who she chooses.
She chooses Garmadon, and Wu remains by their sides, as expected. Supportive and respectful of their choice. She doesn’t expect Garmadon to last long the way the venom is overtaking him. His eyes grow more red and his skin paler every day. What she does not expect is for Wu to defeat him so easily.
She takes her son, but she knows Garmadon is not dead because of the prophocy of the Green Ninja she hears. And she knows immediately who the Green Ninja will be, no one else could be powerful enough to defeat a son of the First Spinjitzu Master save one with greater power. Her son will be more powerful than Garmadon or Wu could ever hope to be.
Drops him on the steps of a school that will beat the kindness out of him, that will take what will make him the green ninja and crush it under cruel words and horrible treatment, and ensure it that the only love he will ever know is hers, and then leaves him there until he’s ready for her to return to and rescue.
Only she doesn’t account for the Ninja and Wu finding him.
He’s not what she wanted. He’s seen kindness from them and it throws a wrench. But as she desired, he is still endlessly devoted to her, so it will have to do. He welcomes her with open arms, because, how could he not? She’s an angel compared to what he has seen.
Wu as well, remains devoted.
Choas comes but she has no fear because she knows the most powerful ones in the room would die for her. And she is hardly helpless either.
She gives Wu a glimmer of hope that something between them remains and he clings to it. It’s pathetic really, but entertaining in the meantime.
The prophesy is fulfilled, not in they way any of them expected and Garmadon survives, none of the evil in him. Unfortunate, if he truly died her son would have his Elemental power as well. She stays with him for appearances, and she has grown quite fond of him, but eventually he is too good, not unlike Wu and confesses things that throw a wrench and she must fake idiocy. Of course she’d known. How could she not? She’d known them for years, known the way Wu curled his letters in a way Garmadon did not.
Garmadon dies, and she welcomes Wu with open arms to comfort and to keep him reliant. She keeps her distance from her son, for he is growing far to wise and mistrustful and she must play the part of a mother looking to repair the relationship between them still. She gives him words of wisdom, clearer than Wu and closer to what he wants to hear.
OKAY ANYWAYS, I DUNNO I THINK SHE’D JUST BE A HECKA NEAT VILLAIN, AND THE REVEAL WOULD LIKE, CRUSH LLOYD AND WU. COULD YOU IMAGINE??
Anyway, just a dumb little thought I have. She could be a great good character, but and even greater evil character ngl. If I ever write her like that though, it would defiately be the focus of a whole fic or a fan-season lol gbdsfm;aowef
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