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diejager · 1 year ago

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Hello!! Can I request about monster task force 141 + könig & horangi, if thats alright for you!

Where reader is a pyramid head instead and I like to see their reaction reader having a pyramid head c:

EXCUSE ME!? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH THIS ASK?!???!? Cuz if you are, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I am still breathing! I might be kneeling for this concept, but I am still breathing.

Pyramid Head!reader

Headcanon

Pairing: Monster 141 + König + Horangi x male?reader

Cw: blood, gore, canon-typical violence, gun violence, betrayal, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2k

You looked like you came right out of a horror game, a tall, muscular figure hidden under black and dark brown fatigues, thick thighs supporting the big, rusted pyramid that hung from your head and stocky arms that could bend a man in half as easily as it was to rip paper in two. Despite being slow and stumbling around, you were an entity to bring on high-stakes missions, letting you break through their defences with a heavy hand and even heavier attacks, crashing through walls and stalking the walls for your next victim.

They were all shocked when Price talked them into accepting you, gathering them into the debrief room with your file, or your lack of one. It wasn’t easy, having you permanently transferred to their Task Force when you were so sought out by other teams for help as a long-standing mercenary and an entity. So Price was overjoyed that Laswell had managed to get you to themselves, waiting for you at the tarmac on the day you were to land.

Mixed feelings were being shared between his team when they watched you amble down the slope, head hung lowly, the tip inches from the ground. You were intimidating in person, seeming much bigger than life, finally being able to see you rather than hear of you, the haunting reputation that followed you around like a shadow. You weren’t a Ghost, someone reputed for having no living record and past, or his intimidating presence; nor were you a scary mercenary from KorTac, dangerous and imposing. You weren’t an efficient and fast-moving unit like the 141, you were just a one-man army powerful enough to rip a man in two and wield that heavy Greatsword, and despite it being a bit old-fashioned, you used better than man could use a rifle.

Price, as first mentioned, was glad his hard work came to fruition, having someone like you on his side when it mattered was amazing. He might’ve been slightly worried about his boys reacting negatively towards you, Ghost, especially with his volatile hate and distrust of strangers. Only to be reassured when he saw how, unlike the way you carried yourself on the field, you were a gentle soul, a silent one but caring nonetheless. He watched you take care of his boys, wandering behind Gaz or Rudy when they returned injured, a looming figure that cast a protective shadow over them. You were like a pillar, solid and dependable, going out of your way to get anyone that strayed behind, turning your head at a slight angle to stop a bullet from hitting the one you were protecting, and caring for them. He may not be able to hear you speak a word, to be able to hold a conversation and listen to you tell them how much you cared about him and the others, but he knew you loved - he knew you were able to love.

Ghost was distrustful of you, one with a shadow as big as yours or someone he’d worked alongside before. He kept you at an arm’s length, never too close to him so he could protect himself from another betrayal, the hurt and the sadness that came along with being betrayed by someone he trusted, and never too far so that he could watch you, analyse every thought or act you made, to stop you from hurting them before you could. He’s seen you in the field and worked on the same side, he knew that every little detail about you on the reports was true, not illusions and delusions, but factual events that happened with you beside them. He won’t lie, you were an asset - he hated using that word on any hybrid, monster or entity, but it was the truth - that people vied for and they were just lucky that you had their back and they had your undying loyalty. Your occasional sparring with him, Price and König only reinforced your care for them, holding back until he barked at you to fully come at him, you’d hesitate, but never for long. You cared for him as he cared for the others, he could see it, and now, his care was extended to you as well.

Soap was like an excited puppy meeting a new friend, past the intimidating facade and the trailing shadow behind you, you were nice. You reminded him of Ghost and König, the tall, imposing and silent figure, but unlike them, you only replied in grunts and groans, your body language being the biggest way for them to understand you. You were patient with him, bearing with his overenthusiastic tail that kept tapping your thigh and arm whenever or his rambling, your large pyramid nodding slowly, humming when you agreed with him and grunting when you disagreed. You were fun to be around, when he, Rudy and Gaz went around, bringing you along with him to play a little game, you wouldn’t snitch and you wouldn’t say a word, only shaking your head when Price or Ghost asked if they were behind it (the Captain and Lieutenant went along, seeing as they could enjoy themselves after a hard and stressful mission). He could be as shamelessly chaotic as he wanted with you, he didn’t have to entertain the egos of others or maintain a certain level of dignity, he could be himself like he could with the others. He didn’t feel like a burden beside your lengthy shadow, he felt like he was protected, and safe, but most importantly, he felt loved.

Gaz was tentative, not overly enthusiastic as Soap nor as suspicious as Ghost, he was a good mix of them both, guarded but welcoming. He didn’t mind sitting next to you and being the one to start the conversation since you always replied in hums and groans, hands moving to form the words that you couldn’t form under the pyramid. He only truly became comfortable when you went to the trouble of going back for him, stomping through the group that surrounded him when he crashed down, watching you rip the enemy apart with your swinging Greatsword that was too heavy for anyone to lift was breathtaking. Despite witnessing a scene right out of a slasher movie, his teammate in a rusted, pyramid head soaked in blood and guts, you gave him a hand and took his hand with the gentlest squeeze he ever felt. Then the little stunt you helped cover when he, Soap and Rudy were caught doing a prank on one of their leading commanders. He could depend on you, practising sign language to better understand you and simply wanting to hold the hands that saved him.

Alejandro, as usual, was easy to get along with, his charismatic and warm mannerism was easier to open up to. He might’ve been betrayed and lied to many times, but he knew a liar when he saw one after the whole Shepherd fiasco, so he knew you meant well (not that he could see your face for any indications). Unlike others of his rank, he preferred the respect given through comradery over respect through rank, he kept close to the people he worked with in the long run, forming bonds to cherish like he did with the Los Vaqueros and the men of 141. Withholding the same idea, he worked his way through your file and approached you with someone who’d won his respect and admiration from the black Ops you participated in and the people you bled to save. It was a quality he liked about you. While still being professional, he held you, he encouraged you, he embraced you just the way you were, and you reciprocated it without a second thought.

Rudy had his reservations about you, something strong, something big, something powerful, something caring, but never something deadly, dangerous or selfish. From what Alejandro told him, he couldn’t bring himself to be doubtful of your loyalty and devotion, and from what he’s seen on the field, you weren’t deserving of the reputation of a bloodthirsty monster that followed you as it did Ghost and König. You had something that made you stand out, maybe it was the contrast in your character when you looked so menacing: your softness, the gentle edge in your actions, the comforting quality in your muted response, and your active protection on and off the field. He appreciated the way you brought more to the Task Force, another pillar of stability, another ear to rant to, another person to hold, or another friend to laugh with. Even the little pranks he’d join in on, getting his commanding officers red with rage and breathless from laughing and leaving you to cover for them, your hands speaking the words you couldn’t mutter outside of simple sounds. He often ended up in the same predicament when he couldn’t stop himself, cheeks rosy and warm, heart beating fast, fingers fumbling with each other and words coming out in breathless puffs, he knew what he felt and he wasn’t so bothered by it.

Horangi wasn’t sure what to make of you, you weren’t quite human, nor were you a monster, you were a mix of both, a creation of human and monster grief and pain. Little was known about entities and Eldritch beings, and being a feline monster made him naturally curious, or slightly curious. He observed you, watching you from afar without actually interacting with you, slinking around you, golden eyes narrowing at you like a tiger in a hunt. He didn’t dare approach you until he got to know your small cues, the danger you could pose - if you could pose any from what he saw, too gentle for the creature you were - to him or the others. He only stepped forward to talk to you when König made him, feel skittish and slightly awkward for feeling like such a stranger towards someone who took multiple bullets for him when he was down. He held his head high and voice stable while he pushed through his awkwardness, listening to your soft hums and low grunts in reply to his words, he was surprised to see König so engaged in this conversation when he had an aversion towards new people. Honestly, he was just surprised that König talked so much about you. If there was anything good, he would be the first to hear about it from König. He came to know you through König and the time you spent together on missions, hostage rescue and noisy infiltrations. Your small ticks, your little quirks and your verbal handicap were all things he came to learn and like, nearly making it his duty to watch you from the side as you stumble through the halls with your back hunched over from the weight of your pyramid.

König didn’t try approaching you until he absolutely had to, or if he needed you. Be it to give you an order, to ask you something, or during Ops, it would only be a few words here and there, never something long-drawn as he had with the other men or Laswell. It was only after being sent on a quick and easy task that he let you in, letting you calm him down after his unpredictable shift and grounding him, taking back control of his erratic mind after a rough shift of mindset, from a primal and instinctual one to a rational and panicked one. Your rough calluses felt soft against his hard, scarred skin, the soothing circle of your thumb on his palm and the grip to keep him aware of his situation, to keep him grounded on his reality after the carnage he created. Despite not being able to talk, you spoke loudly through your verbal cues, your hand on your shoulder and another one in his hand, listening to him ramble away about his fears and anxieties. You would sit down with him and lend an ear to him when he came to you, even after his first interactions with you. He wondered if you had similar fears, those demoralising words that echoed in his mind on the worst days or the painful reminder of his mistakes. If you did, would you let him ease you down from your pain and care for you with his smaller hands?

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pbaz7 · 25 days ago

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omg omg i'm here

Azzi and Paige's respective seasons had come to an end, though in completely different fashions.

oh god

AP Player of the Year and Naismith College Player of the Year—the first freshman in history to earn both honors.

THATS MY GIRL

Paige believed it was her job to lead her team to a national championship

someone pls remind this girl there's a whole 14 person team behind her

While Azzi basked in the glow of a picture perfect end to her high school journey, Paige drowned herself in guilt and frustration.

oh.

“Hey,” a familiar voice called out.

AZZI IK THATS YOU

unsure if she should stay or leave

again I remind you that you're in a public place and Paige does not own wherever she goes

“Are we ever going to talk? You know, now that we’re going to be on the same team.”

CLOCK HER

“Seems like a pattern,” she muttered, just loud enough for Paige to hear.

CLOCKED HER AGAIN EVEN HARDER

“Not everything is about you, Azzi.”

do you like having fists in your face?

Just stop being pussy and admit it.”

DAMN AZZI LET HER GET UP

“I have the ego? You can’t be serious right now?”

OH MY GOD SHE JUST KEEPS SNATCHING HER WIG

I had a sloppy turnover

not her being THAT pissed over a singular turnover

Azzi, clearly offended. “You don’t know shit about me if you think I’m fine with mediocre Paige.”

CLOCKED CLOCKED AND THEN CLOCKED AGAIN FOR GOOD MEASURE

“No, I don’t need you guys checking in on me every five minutes. I’m not a kid.”

well you're surely acting like one!

Her shoulders sagged for a moment before she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and straightened up, spinning the ball in her hands as she made her way back to the court.

she's pissing me off but she's also just my sad little baby I just wanna give her a big hug

but her interactions with Azzi were nonexistent unless they were arguing during drills or scrimmages.

so sorry to be the bearer of bad news but y'all are going to have talk to each other if ur on the same team...

Paige rolled her eyes at Azzi’s comment , adjusting the strap of her backpack.

im not even gonna say it cuz author yk exactly what I'm thinking right now

“Why don’t you like me?” Azzi blurted out, the words cutting through the quiet.

finally we're getting something done here

Paige barely looked up from her paper. “I don’t not like you,” she replied, her tone not hinting at her emotion.

me when I lie

"Yeah, sure. That’s why you barely talk to me outside of practice.

clock it.

It just means I think you need to be better.”

someone's still pissed they lost...

Until you start playing like you know you’re the second-best player on this team, it’s not going to mean anything.”

LOL NOT THE SECOND BEST

“Azzi… I don’t not like you. Seriously.”

are we sure about that babe?

“Could’ve fooled me,” she muttered.

AZZI IS RELENTLESS MAN

Maybe Azzi would try her luck again at getting to know the blonde.

y'all will definitely know each other very well at the end of this!

Azzi spoke up, her voice cutting through the noise. “I’ll go with her.”

guys. who took azzi and replaced her with an identical clone but is nice to Paige?

“This is either going to end in a fistfight or... something we don’t want to know about.”

IM DEAD.

It threw Azzi off balance for a second, and without thinking, she blurted out, “Woah your eyes are blue.”

great observation! you should switch from basketball to professional observing school with that talent of yours!

Paige raised an eyebrow, a small chuckle escaping her lips. “They sure are,” she said, amused.

she's so insightful

And I’m the best shooter in the country

YOU TELL HER LITTLE CURRY

You’ve gotta watch my hands

oh trust me I am

ok well our little children are starting to not hate each other which is great to see

author, once again I plead you to speed this up a tad

loved this and love you!!! -🍉

Azzi was dead ass clocking Paige the whole chapter so I’m glad you enjoyed it 😭😭.

You and this damn strap is killing me lmaoo

The speed up is coming trust!!! I loved your reaction like always 🫶🏼

Everybody might get another chap today just because of 🍉 so say thank you !!!

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kaypeace21 · 6 years ago

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Will created the Mindflayer (Theory revisited)

After, watching all 3 seasons I believe the upside down/mindflayer is not only an allegory for Will and El’s (cannon) ptsd/ and trauma but also (because of their powers), has become a physical manifestation (with a life of it’s own). I previously talked about how El made the upside down/demorgorgans and how Will created the mindflayer and demodogs (before s3). However I wanted to add more details to this analysis and focus on how the Mindflayer represented Will’s darker emotions and thoughts in s3 . So let’s get started.

The original title for Stranger things was “Montauk”- in reference to the Montauk Project. It was about experiments conducted on psychic children, where the scientists would “break” them psychologically to strengthen their powers and to program them. In one of the stories there was a boy named Duncan who could “open portals to other dimensions and periods of time” . However, one day “Duncan let loose a monster from his subconscious.”

This is where Stranger Things comes in... El, opened the portal and created the demorgorgans, which represented El’s fears. Joyce and Nancy called the demorgorgan a “man without a face”, or as El called them repeatedly “the bad men.” The bad men kill (using guns), while the demorgans are attracted to blood. However, the one time they went after someone who wasn’t bleeding- was when it chased after Will, another psychic child. Brenner even says about the demorgorgan “it’s calling to you for a reason”. And right before El goes to the sensory deprivation tank, Brenner gives her flowers (resembling the opened face of the demorgorgan which resembles a flower). In the Stranger things novel, Suspicious Minds, a psychic character named Alice, even says “ “Monsters...of course my brain has them.” As long as they stayed in there, everything would be all right. “Wouldn’t it?”

The upside down/ opening of the gate/demorgorgan is even described as something that grows and spreads, “like a cancer”. And something that will eventually kill her, if not confronted (and analogy to suicidal thoughts?)

In s1 Dusting even asks, Eleven “Do you have cancer?” In a literal sense no, but the buzzcut ( which makes people assume she has cancer) represents the abuse she’s been through. And if she doesn’t confront her trauma it will slowly eat away at her until it kills her . Or the physical manifestation of it will.

The name El is the name of a Canaanite God, which means “god of creation.” When El said in s1 “I’m the monster”, only for Mike to correct her and disagree. In a way they’re both right, it’s not her who is in control. But the monsters (who has a life of its own) represents her darker emotions and fears and is affected by her feelings- and this is why they were mirrored to each other visually.

So the fact that the Mindflayer shows up for the first time when Will is experiencing his “anniversary effect” relating to his ptsd, may not be a coincidence. Don’t you find it strange when Will’s dog died between s1-2, the demorgorgans become demo-dogs? And once again, the vines ( put inside Will in s1) and the shadow monster/Mindflayer - are also described as spreading, and we are told that it will kill Will. Will even says “ the more he spreads the more connected to him I feel.” And if I’m right about Will becoming number 12, it’s interesting to point out that 12 is a numeral symbol for “God of creation”, as well.

The other Drs/scientists are extremely callous and say they need to continue the burn (even if it kills Will). However, Dr Owens even says after this “You’re putting a bandaid on this.” Meaning they aren’t addressing the real problem- Will & El’s trauma.

And I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if I’m right- this also implies Will was m***sted as a kid (probably by Lonnie), who always called him homophobic slurs. The demorogorgan represented ‘Brenner/ the bad-men’ to El. And the Mindflayer initially represented Lonnie, to Will . Will is even the first to call the Mindflayer a “he”, instead of an it- even though in d&d cannon Mindflayers are “sexless hermaphodites”.

Also,Will doesn’t initially call the Mindflayer a “he” but an “it”.And if you only take out certain pieces of dialogue between Joyce and Will, when they first talk about the mind flayer, where they only refer to it as an ‘it’ … and if you put [‘he/him’] pronouns there instead… then the rest of the discussion about the mind flayer literally sounds… questionable.

Will: “It all just went blank and then you were there”

Joyce: “Will I need you to tell me the truth.”

Will: “I am!”

Joyce: “But … But I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on. So you have to talk to me. Please. No more secrets, okay? Okay.”

Will: “ [*It] came for me and … and I tried… I tried to make [*it] go away … but [*it] got me mom”. (*he, * him,* he)

Joyce: What does that mean?”

Will: “I felt [*it] everywhere. everywhere. I- I still feel [*it]. I just want this to be over!” (*him, *him)

Joyce: “LOOK AT ME! I Will never let anything bad happen to you ever again!”

And I’m not sure how seriously I should take the cannon spotify playlists. But, the cannon spotify character playlists (which netflix and spotify worked on and published together after s2) alluded to this on both Jonathan and Will’s playlists. And the only songs about their dads hint at this fact.

Jonathan’s Playlist- We’re happy family: “Eating refried beans (poverty). Gulpin’ down Thorazines (pills for a mood disorder). We ain’t got no friends (s2 ref). Our troubles never end. Daddy likes men. Daddy’s telling lies.”

Enter sandman: “Don’t forget my son. Sleep with one eye open. Gripping your pillow tight, Exit light, Enter night. Take my hand, we’re off to never-never land. Something’s wrong, shut the light, heavy thoughts tonight. Dreams of liars and of things that will bite, yeah. Hush little baby don’t say a word, and never mind that noise you heard. It’s just the beasts under your bed, in your closet in your head.”

Will’s playlist- Creature comfort: “Some boys hate themselves spend their lives resenting their fathers…Some boys get too much, too much love, too much touch... look in the mirror and wait for the feedback”

And if the vines and the shadow monster represent his dad the fact it enters violently through his mouth, and the way he describes the Mf first possessing him further reinforces this analogy. Especially since Billy/MF lays on top of his victims, and right before the monster puts a similar thing in their mouths says (To Heather) “Don’t be afraid. It’ll all be over soon. Just stay very still”, and (to El) “Don’t be afraid . It’ll all be over soon. Just try and stay... very still.” (May indicate Will might have have heard his dad say this to him, and thats why the Mf says it to his victims.)

The entry of the vine, even causes him to spit out a slug, as he looks back in the mirror (like in the song lyric).

The experience of the vine/slug probably brought back traumatic memories, not to mention his time in the upside down invented new ones. The mindflayer first appears during Will’s ptsd “anniversary effect”. And in s2 when Joyce asked about the mindflayer drawing, Will lies saying it’s for a story he’s writing . But maybe, unbeknownst to him... it wasn’t actually a lie ? The 1st time Will senses the Mf again in s3, is when he’s watching a movie about zombies (on a ‘date’ with Mike). And in s3, the monster the Mf creates is based “the thing” ( by merging zombies bodies together)... and we see Will writing the d&d story right next to this ‘The Thing’ poster. The light at it’s head, indicating this whole story may be Will’s idea all along.

So ‘the thing’, the zombies, defeating it with fire were all referenced to Will- and later showed to unfold in the Mf’s story. And even though d&d always foreshadows later events in the season, I find it interesting that the one time in the series we see Will write the d&d story... is when it matches MF’s plans. The shadow monster stayed in the real world, after the gate closed (and didn’t do anything for 6 months)? And specifically choses to attack/possess a guy named William who also was abused by his dad and called homophobic slurs (internalized hate perhaps)? And don’t you find it strange that the shadow monster only decides to come out now, in the summer (despite it not liking hot temperatures) when Will is at his lowest point emotionally? Well, it’s because the MF is based on Will’s darker emotions and thoughts.

S3 was the season that Will was feeling jealous over mileven, and probably coming more to terms with his sexuality - and this is when the mindflayer/shadow monster decides to strike. Whenever the Mf is close and Will touches his neck relates to his romantic feelings for Mike. 1st time it’s on one of their ‘movie dates’, 2nd time when Mike and El walk off together down the hill, 3rd time right after he smashed castle byers after Mike says “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls”, 4th time when Mike asks him to go away so he can talk to El in the hospital waiting area, and 5th time when Mike says El loves El.

And again it’s when Will smashes castle Byers that Will first says “He’s back”. Castle byers was built on a rainy night , the same day Will’s dad left, when Will was 5 (the same age he met Mike). And lonnie called him a “queer�� and a “f*g” and forced him to do “normal things” like baseball to have him “be more of a man”. And then on a rainy night, after Mike says “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls”… what does Will destroy castle byers with? A bat.

Will drew up castle byers before creating it in the real world. And the fact Will has a baseball bat (despite not liking baseball) in Castle Byers, surrounded by things he loves: drawings, d&d, art supplies, a microscope, comics- just shows what an impact Lonnie’s problematic conditioning and abandonment had on him. He used a baseball bat to destroy something he loves -castle Byers, and symbolically he was trying to reject his feelings for Mike using Lonnie’s old tactics of fixing him. So regardless of what Lonnie did or didn’t do, the correlation between the MF and Lonnie is there. He smashes up castle Byers with a bat (thinking of Lonnie) and then he feels “more connected to him (the Mf)” again, and says ‘he (the Mf) is back’.

The reason we didn’t get Willel, was for a narrative reason. We are shown that Max and El don’t know each other. It’s implied that El almost never leaves the house and just spends her time kissing Mike. So Will never got to have the opportunity to get to know her either. And for Will his resentment of El isn’t simply based on the fact he loves Mike. He insults El calling her a “stupid-girl” just like how Robin said she hated Steve and his “stupid-hair” because the girl she liked , liked him- and of course a lot of that redirected hate isn’t mere jealousy, but projected internalized homophobia. I don’t think a straight person could ever really understand how much hate queer people initially have for themselves when initially figuring things out- so his redirected anger is more than simple jealousy, but just hate for himself. He even looks at a picture of Mike after this and says “so stupid”, 4 times , while at castle Byers.

But honestly, that’s nothing compared to the hate he has/ how he blames her for ruining his life! El might have saved him twice (and it might of been an accident/ dr Brenner who’s really to blame). But Will knows she opened the gate . So to him, he spent a week in a place with no sunlight, food, or breathable air , having to experience that vine, dying, getting ptsd, being ostracized by everyone at school and being called “zombie boy” and a “freak”- being possessed by the MF, getting burned alive, killing Bob (the closest thing to a real father figure) and all those men (making him a murderer), and strangling his mom.Because of her!

And then that’s when s3 starts to make a lot more sense. Will might not want anything bad to actually happen to El but he’s probably had these dark thoughts before. Will even says about the MF.

He says the real Mf is still in the upside down, but ‘the part that was still in him... was still in their world.’ And it flashes to El’s face as he says it. Essentially the Mf is motivated by his fictionalized story, thoughts/memories of Lonnie, and any dark intrusive thought Will has ever had about El , much to Will’s horror.

He said in s3 that “I’m not worried about me, mom. I’m worried about you.” So the fact that he strangled her and almost killed her in s2, probably haunts him to this day- and he might of thought, ‘wish I strangled her instead’. And who does Billy/Mf look at right before grabbing her throat, and who is the first reaction shot we see when he starts choking her - Will’s horrified expression!

Maybe the Mf thought El was the most important, and that Will was nothing ( despite all the foreshadowing indicating the Mf held special intentions for Will), because he feels like he’s nothing compared to El? Will even says in s2 it wanted to kill everyone, but him, but now it’s saying that to El only? Maybe because Will wanted her to experience having such an entity say it to her too, and experience the same fear and isolation it caused him? In s2, why did the Mf chase Will and possess him at the school, when El (at the same time) was at the school as well (if it was always after her)? It’s because the Mf’s motivations are linked to Will’s feelings/emotions.

He probably also thought, how would you like a slug crawling/invading your body, huh?And although it doesn’t go to her mouth (probably because he could never wish that on anyone- if it symbolizes what I think it does). She still has a similar experience. And everyone is worried/horrified but Will is the only one sobbing (probably because he thought of this happening to her before).

After this he doesn’t even help move the car, he just stays glued at El’s side as if trying to protect her. And interestingly, this is when El loses her powers. Will may have even thought. If she never had her powers, none of this would have ever happened! Or ‘you guys wouldn’t think she’s so great without her powers.” So did Will accidentally steal her powers?!!!! Maybe. Will has always been associated with bears (along with 3 other animal symbols that El also has). We see a zoom in shot of Will’s bear drawing right before the demorgorgan takes him from the upside down version of castle byers in s1. Bears symbolically represent “wisdom” like ‘Will the wise’ and were associated with the demorgorgan/upside down in s1 and 2 as well . Max and Nancy both compared demorrgorgans to bears- and Nancy and Jonathan used a bear-trap to capture the demorgorgan in s1. So when El tries to grab Will’s teddy bear (it was shown to be his in s1) with her powers. And Mike says “they’ll come back”. They might actually come back, because Will and EL’s relationship improves. Mike even tried to give El a golden bear as a gift (so maybe that signifies the giving back of her powers in s4 ?)

Will was always hinted to have powers from the very beginning, so it would be incredibly stupid to just drop this plot point, despite all the foreshadowing. In the 1st episode, Will wins Dustin’s xmen comic in a bet- and Dustin later asks the gang “Do you think Eleven was born with powers like the xmen?” And also before he was sent to the upside down his password for Castle Byers was ‘Rhadagast’ a wizard character from Lord of the Rings. And in the ST prequel novel “Suspicious Minds” the adult psychics were referenced to both the xmen and lord of the Rings characters. And in the comic, he keeps on saying ‘what would Will- the Wise do’ (his d&d wizard character). Also Dustin straight up called El a “wizard” in the last ep of s1, at Will’s bedside. Not to mention Mike in s2 called Will a “cleric” - and clerics get their powers from a god (cough the mindflayer), and in d&d the wiser the cleric the more powerful they are. And Will’s nickname is ‘Will the wise’? The fact that Will in s1 drew his character with lightning and fire powers- and the fact he barbecued 2 phones in s1 (just like El did to the radio at the school). In s1 was said he could “shadow walk” a wizard d&d power. The fact he could control lights and manipulate electronics to communicate to his mom from another dimension (and in s1 only El could do that). The fact he literally created a portal through the wall of his house (just like El did at the school in s2). And just the many other hints in s1! The fact that he drew himself in s2 with a crystal ball (which is associated with the powers of scrying and clairvoyance) before being possessed, but just so happen to have those abilities in s2. Dustin also said the only way to defeat the MF is an undead army and Will’s nickname is “zombie boy”. So frankly, his fight with the MF (who is still in the upside down) may not be over. And that new demorgagan in Russia might be a symbol of El’s grief over Hopper’s (perceived) death.

This would honestly, be the only explanation that would allow me to forgive the Duffers . Like you can steal this idea from me! Please! XD

#stranger things theory #will byers #byler #el hopper

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wayward-mikaelson · 4 years ago

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Centuries-Five

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Hezekiah (OG Character-I picture him like the dude who played Laurent in Twilight and New Moon), Reader, Rowena (Known in this chapter as ‘certain witch’), Michael (Mentioned), Maggie (Mentioned), HooDoo Zombies (not sure if that’s a thing but in this world it is), HooDoo Priestess (Mentioned)

About: Dean worries that he hasn’t heard from the Reader in a week. The Reader has stumbled upon a case that has a whole town trapped not knowing what day it is. The Reader breaks free and finds herself back in Texas and face to face with Hezekiah.

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DEANS POV

"It's been a fucking week, man," I pace the kitchen holding the cup of coffee Sam gave to me. "I haven't heard from her since I called her that night." I set the cup down and rub my face.

That phone still plays in my mind. I get why YN left, I really do, but I had just gotten her back myself. I wanted more time with YN before she pulled something like this. I knew her would too. When I pleaded with YN to come back she told me she had to do this alone. She didn't want me near Michael at all. Hell, I didn't want him to come back but things kind of changed but I wanted to do this with you. Then YN said "What if I wanted Michael back because a part of me loved him? I don't want you near if that's the case. I'll call you when I can, Dean."

I hate that YN had some weird ass connection with the archangel that took his body for a joy ride. That used it to stab her. To hurt her. That used it to manipulate her to do his bidding. That used some dream to get into her pants. I shiver remembering when I found out that she and Michael had dream sex. Something that Cas told us that even though in a dream, it was real. That used it to get her killed. I just can't get on bored with YN being in love with him. I just didn't believe her and I knew she would say what ever she needed to keep me out of whatever it is she are doing.

"I'm sure she will call when she calls," Sams doesn't look up from his laptop. "Last I check her phones tracker was lost somewhere outside of New Orleans."

I look up from my coffee. "Why are you tracking her?" Then it hits me, Sam knows. YN told him she killed Maggie. "Dude, if you even think about going after her, I won't hesitate to kick your ass."

Sams looks up and I see the pain and anger in his eyes. I feel for my baby brother, I really do, but I can't let him go after YN. Sam doesn't know how freaked out she had been learning she did kill her best friend. Sam doesn't know how she hid from him in her room. "I'm not going to lie, Dean," Sam closes his laptop. "It crossed my mind a few times this last week but I just know I can't. For all we know Hezekiah, the angel that has her mind on lockdown, could have pulled the strings on this and manipulated her like Michael had."

"Then why are you tracking her still?" I ask firmly. "If you aren't planning on going after her."

Sam leans back and takes a deep breath. "I guess to make sure she's okay, since she hasn't called at all."

I sit back and let out he breath I held in. I know Sam is hurting. I've been in his place where the girl I love has died. Maybe we can find a way to bring Maggie back. I can call Rowena, but she always has some sort of condition. "You said she was somewhere outside of New Orelans?"

"Yep," Sam nods. "Then her tracker literally just fell off the face of the earth. I should also mention I did try to call her but her phone is also out of service when the account says it's still in service."

My heart just barely stops. I know she's in trouble. I get up and make my way to my room to pack. "We should go look for her," I yell towards Sam.

"I know, and she will kill you knowing you didn't listen to her," Sam yells back. It sounds like he's in his room as well packing. Even though YN killed Sam's potential love, he still cared for her. He is still looking on the bright side of all of this.

As I'm throwing things into a bag my phone rings. I look down to see an unknown number. Not many people have this number but it could be someone needing help. I reach down and something tells me that I need to answer this.

"Hello?" my voice is cautious.

"Dean?! Oh thank God!" YNs voice sounds freaked out and out of breath. "How long has it been?"

"Wait, what? Why?" I ask confused.

"I don't have time," she yelled into the phone. I stop what I'm doing and turn around to see Sam in the doorway. I mouth to him that its YN on the line. His face is covered in worry. "Tell me how long it's fucking been since we last talked!"

"A week," I'm suddenly aware of the pounding in the distance over the phone. "Is everything okay? Are you okay? Whats going on?"

I hear some shuffling and banging around. "I accidentally stumbled on a case that involves some dark and heavy hoodoo. What's been a week for you has been only a day for me. I tried to call but my phone wouldn't work. I couldn't even leave either. I killed the witch or hoodoo priestess or whatever the hell you want to call her but when I did, the town folk turned to zombies. Now I'm trapped in a room with the only working phone in town."

I zip up my bag and signal Sam that we were leaving. "Honey, where are you? Sam tracked your phones last ping outside of New Orleans. We are on our way. Just hang tight."

YN gives a small chuckle. "Of course, one of you tracked me. And yes, theres a small town outside of New Orleans but it's not on a map. But I got this Dean, you stay where you are. Theres a window I can jump out of and high tail it to my car. All the magical bearers are gone now that the hoodoo chick is dead."

The sound of banging and wood breaking kills the call. "YN?" I try to call the number back but it's dead. I look at Sam and he sees the fear written all over my face

"I'm assuming we're still going?"

"You bet your ass we are," I turn the key in the ignition and we are on the road in seconds.

DEANS POV OVER

The line is dead.

A few hoodoo zombies stumble into the room. I throw the phone aside and eye the window thats a few feet from me. This is going to hurt like hell, I think as I take a couple steps backward to get a good running start.

"This window better already have a weak spot," I mumble as I run towards it.

Taking a leap towards the window, I break through landing on a dirt and broken glass. A few shards of glass pierce my skin but I don't care. I get up and make a bee line for my car. Only to be stopped by a few hoodoo zombies. I then notice that the one trying to eat my face off has a familiar necklace on to the one of the hoodoo priestess. I yank it off and kick the thing off of me and break the crystal-glass thing to the ground. A faint glow comes from it and breaks into several tiny specks of light and going after the hoodoo zombies. Once the light touches them they all drop like flies.

"Huh," I then grab my side. I look down and see a shard of glass sticking out of my side. I know I shouldn't pull it out but I needed to. I limp over to my car and throw open the trunk where I know there is a first aid kit. I bite my lip and slowly pull out the glass. A small whimper escaping my lips.

I toss the glass to the ground and quickly cover up the already bleeding wound. I take my flannel and cut off a long piece and tightly tie it around myself. Maybe I can talk Hezekiah into healing it. I painfully get into my car and pull my phone out of the glove compartment. The battery is suddenly charged and there's service.

I dial up Deans number and press send.

"YN?!" Deans voice sounds so excited. "Oh thank God. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I get the car on the road and speed out of town. Not evening caring to look back. "I have a bumps and cuts. The Hoodoo zombies are all dead. Apparently there was a necklace that held some sort of light thing that killed them when I broke it. Similar to how I killed the hoodoo chick."

Dean sighs on the other end. "That's good. Sam and I can finally have a good night in."

"Dean," I know hes on the road. He can't hid that from me. "how far are you out of Lebanon?" Dean's silent. "Dean, don't forget I know you really well. Anyone in danger that you care about, you drop everything and race towards them."

"About an hour," Deans voice is firm and deep. "I just couldn't live with myself if I just sat back and let you die. Again."

I close my eyes. Maybe taking off was a bad idea. Maybe I should have done this with Dean. "Whatever happened in that field was not your fault. You had zero control over it. Michael hijacked your body."

I can picture Dean licking his lips and staring out the front of the impala. "Right, anyway, where are you headed?"

Right, of course he doesn't want to speak about it. According to Cas, it's too much for him. Michael is a sore spot for him. But what they all don't know, Michael is also a sore spot for me too. Despite everything I've done. The only reason I would want him back is to beat the living shit out of him.

I think back to the last words I said before this whole thing happened. I told him 'what if I wanted Michael back because a part of me loved him?' I shouldn't have said that. I even wonder why I even did say that. Yes I have or had some feelings towards the archangel. Hell, he was incredible at making love to me, almost as good as Dean. I push it aside.

"I have a feeling about Texas," I tell him. "I feel like I've driven this road before. Just keep an eye on me if you don't hear from me."

"Sounds perfect, we will make our way there then," Dean is quiet for a second. "YN, I love you. Whatever happens and whatever you find out once your memories are back, just know that. I will always be here for you. Hell, I will die for you if I have to."

I drive all night and end up in Corpus Christi early morning. I don't know why I am here, but I know I am in the right place. I send a quick text to Dean telling him where I ended up and to tell me to call me when he's at a motel. I stare at the beach in front of me and feel a pull on the mark on my side. Which reminds me that I never asked Cas to look deeper into that mark. Too late for that.

I get out and walk the beach. The pull on my mark is strong. I look up and down the beach and my eyes land on a light blue beach house. I've been there before. I walk back to my car and drive towards the blue beach house. It's not the same place I walked out of before I killed Maggie. Maybe we changed location. I don't know, But I will find out.

I get out of the car and pull out my gun. I make sure it's loaded, you know just in case I need to stun the angel. I slowly and cautiously walk up to the door. I go to knock but then I slowly put my hand on the door knob. I slowly open the door and slip inside. Dean would be pissed for doing this part alone but, I need to know if the dick face angel is in here.

The house is spotless. Almost like no one has lived in it for sometime. It's also quiet. I poke around rooms and find nothing. Then I come upon a locked room. I look around the small hallway for a key until something hit me. I sweep my hand over the top of the door frame and feel a small objet. I take it down and see that it's a small key like thing. I use it to unlock the door.

I see a room that looks like I could have slept here. The bed is all messed up. Theres clothes thrown all over the place. I guess I didn't care about what my room looked like then. I pick up the clothes and stash them all in the hamper near the closet. Something tells me that I needed to open the closet.

I am not prepared for what I see in there. There are papers taped and pinned to the walls. A list of things that make me tear up. Maggies name is on that list along with the words HAIR FROM DEAN. It's crossed out so I must have gotten it from him without him knowing. There are pages from a book about how to create a vessel without really having a body.

"What the hell did I get myself into?" I ask myself.

"I was wondering when you would come back," a voice startles me. I turn around and see a dark skinned man with dreads in the door way. "I see that wall has been activated too. So how did you find your way back if you're memory is gone."

I watch as he walked a few steps into the room. He spots the gun in my hand. "I'm assuming that you're Hezekiah," I say staying where I stood. "According to Cas, there are some holes and cracks in the wall. Could explain why I was able to find this place. He was also able to pull out one memory from me. Maggie."

"Ah, yes, the girl from Michael's world," Hezekiah smirked. "As I recall you didn't have much regret for it. You really really wanted to see Michael. Well," Hezekiahs smirk got bigger. "That's what I made you think when I brought back and refused to do what I needed." Hezekiah must have seen the look on my face. "Yep that's right, when I brought you back, with a little help from a certain witch, you flat out refused to help me get Michael back. Told me and I quote 'go die in a ditch you self righteous spineless dickless asshole.' So I toyed with your mind some and now we are closer than ever."

Fuck, I think. "So not only did you throw up a wall to cover your ass, which you did a piss poor job by the way, you messed with my mind to get you to bring back Michael. For what? Control? Power?"

"To rule Heaven, along side him," Hezekiah raises his voice. "Once he's back and finishes what he started, I can kill him and rule Heaven. With you by my side of course." He takes a few more steps towards me. What was it with angels want to rule heaven with me by their side.

"Okay, I'll continue to help, but first," I holster my gun. I know that if I don't go along with this I will die. I need to play along. "Give me my memories back."

Hezekiah looks me up and down trying to get a read on me. "You're still very hard to read." He closes the space between us. He smiles wickedly as he touches my forehead. Dean is going to be so fucking pissed.

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honeyandrye · 2 years ago

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26. what a strange age. i feel like an adult, hell, i am an adult. but sometimes i wish i wasn’t. sometimes i wish life was as unpredictable and fun as it once was. i’ve been sad all day, and i hate it! what do i have to be sad about? i just moved into my new apartment, started a new job, and have a great boyfriend. we’re entering a whole new chapter together. how exciting right? you want excitement, well you got it. then why does everything feel kind of sad? why are we feeling down about taking 10 steps forward? this is what you’ve always wanted. i’m not even gonna lie, im enjoying the moves that i have personally been making. getting a place of my own was huge, and i’m loving the responsibility of it. i mean after all, i am 26. but i can tell he doesn’t feel the same. and doesn’t mean to feel this way. but he just does. i mean what can i expect of him? he’s only 26. i guess i’m just realizing how different we are. and quite honestly, its kind of bumming me out. i wanna be tough, and just tell him to put his big boy pants on. because this is life. change is bound to happen. and its good. so long as you embrace it. but who am i to be the bearer or bad news? maybe im the insensitive one. either way, sometimes i wonder what this journey would be like if i was all by myself. if i just did what ever i wanted to do. and then i have to remind myself, i literally can. he in no way is stopping me from doing my own thing. if there’s any gift im grateful to have from him, its the ability to do whatever i wanna do as i please. he embraces who i am, for the most part. maybe it’s just me. maybe i keep worrying over spilled milk when no one asked. i think i’m just worried about him, and want him to know that i’m here and actually prove to him that im here. i dont know. to be honest, i don’t really feel like myself lately. yes, this is the main issue thats been weighing on me, but i think theres more to it than that. im just getting scared. i dont wanna run away. i dont wanna push anyone away.

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zouanor · 8 years ago

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“My dad’s sick.”

It was the first time in just about three weeks that i’ve seen Niall (and for a good reason this time). It’s the first time in three weeks that I wasn’t put under the stress of being someone I wasn’t. It was the the first time that I was able to breathe and just relax, do my own thing without being scrutinized or have weird looks given to me.

It felt nice.

Once Niall’s family had finally left, we both went out to dinner. He both had thanked me and apologized for everything that was either said or looked upon. I understand though, he wanted to make it realistic as possible. But he was also right back weeks ago when he said I would be asking him to do the same thing with my Aunt. But my family didn’t meet Niall, only heard of his name or seen a picture or two on Instagram (even though they still believe he’s not real).

While I went back to work and focusing of Cissy’s wedding with Charlotte and spending time with Liam and Louis, Niall went back to school. From what I gathered, he had to focus on a big test and continue on with his senior thesis. As much as I would’ve liked to see him, I rather him focus on something like that than me. After all, he spent nearly a month trying to play the role of boyfriend, and has probably learned a little too much about me.

Or maybe he hasn’t at all and I just played everything off like he knew he did.

Whatever it was, I think the both of us were thankful it was over.

Hanging out today was actually Niall’s idea. He wanted me to come down to Sheffield and we’d just hang about there. He said that Harry and Alexa might join us, but he didn’t know exactly due to whatever they were planning amongst themselves. I was fine with either, because even if I couldn’t hang out with them now, there were more times that I could.

So there was the two of us walking around Graves park around noon-time. It was colder than normal, so when I say I looked like an eskimo, I really did. I had a parka on with the fur hood covering my face and to say the least, I was bundled up. Niall on the other hand just had a winter jacket and a hat to keep himself warm, like the cold didn’t really affect him much.

Jerk.

While one hand held hot chocolate, the other was wrapped around Niall’s arm and into his hand. It was a new thing of ours, at least I think it was. I don’t know how it started or when it did, but I liked it. Most of the time I didn’t think about it until I felt warmth and realized that I wasn’t holding my own hand.

“He’s sick? Like is it a cold sick or he’s got something wrong with him?”

“Thats the thing, I have no idea. Charlotte and Mum’s keeping quiet about this. It’s like they don’t want me to know, but I’m a big girl, I deserve to know.”

“But what if they’re doing it to protect you?”

“Protect me how?” I asked before bringing the hot chocolate to my lips. I was confused on just about everything, about why they were keeping that from me and why they were, in Nialls words, protecting me.

“Well, what if they’re trying to find a way to tell you? I mean, you’re not always good with news right away. So what if they’re trying to find a good way to tell you, and not cause you to be upset about it?”

He was sort of right. I wasn’t good with news at all. A good example was when my mood dropped the day his family said they were staying for a little bit longer, and we saw how much my mood had dropped then.

“But I’ll be upset because they’re not telling me whats wrong. I mean, I think it has to be something bad if they’re not telling me anything at all.”

“It’s only your mum and Charlotte that knows, right?” He asked, tugging me over with him to throw his empty cup away before continuing on our walk.

“I have a weird feeling Liam knows. But Liam wouldn’t lie to me, ever.” I groaned at the thought of all three of them keeping this from me. What would make it worse was if Louis was told not to tell me either.

“For now, Flower, let’s talk about something different and not worry about this, yeah?”

And while I nodded my head in agreement, I was still going to worry.

~~~

We actually managed to meet up with Harry.

Niall said that when he got off the phone with Harry, he said that Alexa couldn’t join them because she went to be with family. While I was bummed that I wasn’t going to see her, I was actually happy to have at least the boys to keep up with.

“My favorite person is here!” Harry chimed once he had seen us. While Niall had (once again) suspected it was about him, he started beaming.

“Haven’t I told you? It’s always going to be Rosie. You’re my favorite too, just not, the favorite.” Harry smirked after putting emphasis on favorite. Niall went on to mumble a ‘fuck you’ but gave him a hug anyways, then moved to the side so I can get my hug from him.

It was Harry’s suggestion that we went to some hole-in-the-wall restaurant. I didn’t have a problem with that, I could find anything to eat at this rate.

“Why has Niall kept you away from me?” Harry asked minutes later, his arms folding against his chest, a cocky grin forming on his face.

“Because he’s jealous that I’m your favorite and not him?” That gave Harry another laughing fit and Niall muttering under his breath again.

“While yes, thats true, I wanna know whats been going on that you’ve been hidden away from me.”

“Busy I guess. I mean, i’ve been working a whole bunch, but I’ve also been working on wedding stuff with my sister.”

“Wait Charlotte’s getting married?” Harry had looked so confused while Niall started laughing.

When I first met Harry, he asked about me just like Niall had. So I had told him about my sister and my parents. Other stuff had came up, but he was always so intrigued about my sister for some random ass reason. Maybe it was because she was crazier than me, or maybe it was because I always talked about her more than my parents. Whatever the case was, he just… was interested in my life.

“No! Remember i’ve talked about her friend Cissy? I’m helping Charlotte plan Cissy’s wedding because Cissy doesn’t like event planners because they ruin things. Charlotte’s the maid of honor and I’m walking with the ring bearer and flower girl so they won’t kill each other.”

Harry’s expression changed into an understood look, and nodded his head slowly.

“So you’re going to walk with kids? Do you have a date?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

As quickly as he asked that, it was also as quick as I grabbed my drink and took a sip. I looked at him for a split second before moving my eyes in the direction of Niall. Niall, on the other hand, had his arms crossed and looked around every place he could without looking at Harry.

“No fucking way. He’s meeting your whole family at a wedding? Fuck, can you record that for me?”

“No!” I hollered rather loudly, my hands going straight to my mouth as my cheeks with a shade of red. I didn’t need people’s attention on me because of that and I didn’t want it.

“Dammit, that’s going to be a lovely ‘meet the parents’ plan. Have you at least seen her dress, mate?”

For the rest of dinner, Harry droned on and on about the wedding details and Niall’s involvement as being my date because I played his girlfriend. It went to the point of us saying goodbye to each other and Niall pushing Harry off in the direction he was in, saying something along the lines of “shove off” and “good night.”

~~~

“Why can’t you just stay.” Niall whined again.

After dinner with Harry, we went off to do our own thing again. We mainly went walking around the school campus. Once again, my arm was linked around his from earlier in the day, only we had no hot chocolate this time. I opted to hide my other hand in my coat pocket to keep warm instead and worried less on the hand that would be frozen.

“Cos I’ve got to work and you have a senior thesis to write.” I reminded him.

“That’s not fair.” He huffed then, making a frowny face because of it.

“It is fair, because you’ve got a paper to write and I know come december you’ll have to get it all edited by a teacher and have to rewrite it. More slacking means more stressing on it down the line.” I hummed.

“How do you know that?” He made a face at me.

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

“I did?”

“You did.” I confirmed.

“Oh.”

We moved on from the campus down to the main street. It all fell silent again as we walked, and in a way, it was soothing and nice. I mean, I know talking was nice and so was a conversation, but having silence was a good thing too. After all, being in the presence of someone was good enough in the long run.

Niall guided me to the train station, knowing that even if he begged and pleaded all he wanted, I still had to go back home. Not to mention, it would’ve been weird if I had stayed, because it technically would’ve been the first time ever staying there.

As in, fully sleepin there. Staying the night. With him.

As much as the offer was nice, there was no way I was ready for that? Let alone even prepared for something like that.

The sky was turning pretty shades of pinks and oranges just like the morning would, only it was showing the sun was setting. Because of this I held onto Niall a little bit tighter, even though there wasn’t a reason for it. But knowing that once we would get to the train station and get my ticket, the sky would probably be black out.

“When are you coming back North?” I asked randomly, realizing that we were getting closer to the station.

“Dunno, maybe next week? It’s the end of october, everything’s starting to get crazy. Why what’s up?”

“Just wondering if I’ll see ya or not.” I shrugged my shoulders then.

“Why?” He asked again, this time stopping in our tracks to look at me.

“I’ve got plans coming up and I wanted to know if you coming up to Leeds would interfere with them or not. Now can we continue walking?”

Niall rolled his eyes then, leading us to start walking again. Although he had said next week, I was pretty sure he was going to stay down in Sheffield for the next couple of weeks because of school. It would be okay for me, because that way I can get things done with Cissy and probably get my own place decorated for Christmas and whatever else I needed to do.

Upon getting to the train station and paying for my ticket, Niall waited with me there until the train came. We stayed in silence once again, this time appreciating it as we waited. Or well, I waited and Niall stood there to keep an eye out on me.

“So… about that dress.”

“You’re back on that subject?” I turned to look at him, a smirk forming on my face as he sheepishly smiled at me. “No, it’s a surprise. Literally no one has seen it. You’ll just have to wait like everyone else.”

“But how am I going to match?”

“Guess you’re not going to match then.” I started to laugh once Niall made a horrible attempt at a glaring look.

“When is the wedding, seeing as you never brought up a date at all.”

“May 10th down in London. You know where the Royal Exchange is? That’s where we’re going.”

By then the train had arrived and waited for everyone to aboard and get off. I walked over to Niall, hugging him tightly before letting go and made a face.

“I’ll see you soon.” Niall spoke, giving a little wave as turned to walk into the train.

I really hoped I would see him soon.

~~~

The following morning I was up and waiting around for Charlotte.

After I had gotten home last night Charlotte had called me, asking if I wanted to hang out. I told her I had just gotten home, and so today would be better than last night. I had no idea what we were doing, but I all i know was that she wanted to hang out.

“You’re awfully giddy looking today, Rosie? What’s gotten into you?”

“I am?” I asked. I didn’t think I looked giddy today at all.

“You look it. Is it a boy?”

“No?”

She made that infamous face of hers, saying “okay whatever” without being verbal about it. It was a look that she normally gave me when I wanted to play dumb, or that I was confused by her actions. And right now, I was confused by her actions.

“Anyways, we’re going to plan your birthday.”

“My birthday isn’t until December… We’re on November 4th. We don’t need to do anything for my birthday.”

“C’mon Rosie, we went to Amsterdam for my birthday! This time around we get to celebrate yours in a different place. Where’d you wanna go? Paris? Madrid? Rome? Greece? C’mon give me some ideas!”

“It’s the two of us, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

The two of us went walking. I figured we had no exact place to go too because we were wandering. I didn’t mind though, walking around with no destination. It had became my new favorite hobby to do, even if we had someplace to go, just walking was a new thing for me. And since that's what Charlotte and I were doing, I was perfectly happy doing that.

My birthday was on December 10th, and Charlotte wanted to plan my birthday now.

Thinking about it though, it made sense. I had weeks to plan her birthday and now she wanted to have the same amount of time to plan for my birthday. I was glad that she was at least offering different places and ideas.

The first thought in my mind would’ve been Belize to see my dad, but Charlotte and I were going in the summer and that would’ve been a little too much.

“What about Madrid?”

Charlotte turned to look at me with a big smile on her face.

“Madrid it is.”

We continued walking for a little while until we found a restaurant to eat at. Charlotte raved on and on about how good the food was since she had been here a few times with some of her friends. I wasn’t trusting her until I had some for myself.

After what seemed like forever, I had to ask.

“How sick is dad?”

That got Charlotte to choke on her meal, reaching for her water. I sat there quietly, watching her trying to get her thoughts together and to clear her throat. I wanted to know, I had to know.

“He’s fine, Rosie. Just had a minor cold, nothing to worry about.” She made it seem as if it was nothing to worry about. That wasn’t what I heard a few days ago, saying that they were worried and wouldn’t tell me.

“That’s not what you guys made it out to be.” I huffed.

“Rosie, don’t worry about it, alright? Mum and I got it under control.”

I didn’t know what it was, but what she said made my blood boil. I didn’t like the idea of not knowing, and so this was just the icing on the cake. I looked around quickly before making a drastic decision. Grabbing my bag I hopped off my seat, giving her a look.

“Whatever Charlotte.”

And while I heard her protests for me to come back, I didn’t.

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