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supercasey · 4 years ago

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Dumb thoughts on the Child Avatars AU

I dunno, just some dumb ideas I’ve had since I started talking about the AU online/brainstorming about it. (Putting it under a readmore for everyone’s sake)

The “Daisy kidnaps Jon” situation in this AU is Daisy riding her bike to Simon Fairchild’s mansion, holding a water-gun up to both Mike and Jon’s heads, and ordering them to ride with her to the grocery store to buy soda and hang out at a nearby playground for the day. Cue Elias flipping tf out when Jon isn’t at Simon’s place when he goes to pick him up later, Simon being half asleep because he was napping while the kids hung out, and Mike getting soaked by Daisy before he agrees to go with her, and since this happens in, like, late fall or early winter, he gets pneumonia afterwards and can’t hang out for awhile, leading to the kids jokingly saying he’s dead. Btw the only reason the trio was found is because Basira was invited after they made it to the park, and she convinced Daisy to let the boys go home. Daisy literally only kidnapped them because she wanted to play with someone.

Also the Buried!Daisy arc is Daisy getting eaten by a Buried controlled sandbox and Jon jumping in after her. The rest of the kids, who thankfully witnessed this, spent the next three hours digging for them, with Breekon & Hope eventually joining in to help since they were in the area. Daisy and Jon form a trauma bond afterwards and are now best friends.

Jon keeps getting marked by shit and it’s stressing Elias out because hE’S NOT READY FOR THE WATCHER’S CROWN YET!!! He needs more time to prepare, but his son is literally getting marked faster than fucking Sonic.

Speaking of Sonic, seeing as the “Console Wars” (Sega vs Nintendo) are happening during this time period, the kids take the rivalry Very Seriously. The biggest arguments are had between Sasha, Daisy, Julia, and Mike, who are all on Team Sega, and Jon, Martin, Tim, and Danny, who are all on Team Nintendo.

Sasha, close to tears she’s so angry: “Sega DO what NintenDON’T, Tim!!!”

When Martin was born, he only had one thick clump of curly hair that was white, but as he’s grown older and entered the Lonely multiple times, more of his hair has begun to turn white. As of the time of the AU “starting” (so when he’s 8 years old), he looks like he has white highlights in his hair.

Trevor isn’t a fully-fledged Hunt avatar yet, but the girls more or less are, so if you’ve ever watched Wolf Children, that’s pretty much the situation Trevor is currently trapped in. His daughters keeping changing into wolf pups and running wild as he frantically tries to hide their powers from anyone who isn’t Gerry.

(All of the kids secretly know already, even Basira.)

Basira is pretty much the only “normal” kid of the avatar children, save MAYBE for Tim, but he’s been deeply marked by the circus and has a few tiny powers (think S3 Jon as he was figuring out some of his powers, but wasn’t a full-on Archivist just yet).

The season 1 gang (including Danny) are the closest group of friends in the AU, save for Daisy and Basira’s friendship, and they hang out a lot at each other’s homes on the weekends.

Adelard usually brings Jane with him for his “trips” away from the institute, so it’s not unusual for her to be gone for long periods of time. But she always sends postcards and gifts to the institute for everyone!

Helen is three years old, so theoretically she should be able to talk, but she rarely does so, preferring to communicate via giggles and laughter. Only Jon, the Stoker brothers, and Michael can understand her, and they take turns translating for everyone else.

Whenever she’s brought to the institute, Helen takes to toddling around after Jon and Martin, giggling up a storm the whole time. Jon finds it a bit annoying while Martin is endlessly amused by her antics.

A list of the guardian’s/adult’s ages before I fucking forget (as of when the AU “starts” in 1994): Gertrude Robinson - 62, Elias Bouchard “Jonah Magnus” - 51 (200+), Peter Lukas - 55, Simon Fairchild - 83 (300+), Gerard “Gerry” Keay - 30, Michael Shelley - 32, Alfred Grifter - Unknown, Adelard Dekker - 48, Nikola Orsinov - 30ish (100+), Annabelle Cane - 34 (Unknown), Trevor Herbert - 47, Agnes Montague - 25ish (60+), Jude Perry - 35, Jared Hopworth - 29, The Admiral - 10.

The “good” parents all keep trying to set up some kind of PTA meeting so they can actually talk about how to raise these supernatural kids properly, but it keeps going horribly wrong; last time they tried, Alfred Grifter and his band showed up and nearly made Simon go deaf, so no one wants to initiate the next attempt at a meeting.

Tbh, at this point the Fear rituals are more successful than Elias’s shitty attempts at forming a PTA.

At some point in the AU Gerry, Michael, and Trevor all pitch in to buy a decently big house together, which leads to some serious Shenanigans now that Melanie is around Michael and Trevor’s kids/wards... let’s just say there’s gonna be a lot of knife related accidents.

Gerry taught Melanie how to fight when he took her in and it is the single worst decision he’s ever made in his short, goth life, even if he’ll never admit it. Melanie can now beat the shit out of everyone but Julia and Daisy, and it’s pure chaos every time. Tim puts up a decent fight, but he’s been spoiled on easy wins over his brother all his life. Jon tries and fails to so much as push her. Martin runs away crying before Melanie even throws the first punch. Needless to say, the other kids are very cautious about playing with Melanie now.

None of the kids have an education of any kind except for Mike. I’m serious; the only kid who’s decently educated is being raised by Foxy Grandpa Off His Shits McGee! Julia and Daisy have had some public education but not much, Elias refuses to do anything but home-school Jon yet he sucks shit at math, Tim and Danny don’t even know what a school fucking looks like, Melanie and Jane were too young to go to school when they became avatars, Martin has only recently been allowed near other kids so fuck public school (Peter can do math but Nothing Else), Annabelle fucking forgot to give Sasha any kind of an education outside of Web stuff, and Helen is still a very small child. None of these kids have gone to school for more than a few years at most and dear g-d is that gonna suck for them later down the line.

As a result of this, Basira has taught the other kids a few things when she’s come over and insisted on playing “school” with everyone, but she’s still just a kid and can’t always get them to pay attention during her lessons.

Because of this Rosie, Gerry, Michael, and Gertrude have all started making an effort to more or less home-school all of the kids, which has gone... well enough, I suppose. However, things have recently taken a weird turn since Jon keeps giving everyone the answers to assignments/tests via telepathy.

Jon: Whoa, you can make tea all by yourself, Martin!? Martin: Yeah, I’ve been doing it by myself since I was a toddler. I can also do laundry, mop floors, vacuum, and cook a few things, too! Tim: Wow, that’s really cool, Martin! I wish I could do stuff like that. Gertrude, off to the side: *Gives Peter a horrified look* I’m sorry, but did Martin just say he’s been making tea on his own since he was a toddler? Peter: ╮(�� _╰ )╭ Unfortunately, I’m severely depressed.

Yeeeeeeeah, Martin’s in a similar childhood situation to his canon one, but at least there are people actually willing to help him out of it in this universe. Also, Peter will clean himself up at some point here, he’s just still dealing with more or less disowning himself from his family and learning hoe to not be so lonely.

Speaking Of Which, the Lukas family are pretty big antagonists in this AU, primarily through Peter’s mother (I’ll come up with a name for her later if I can’t find it on the wiki), who is trying to kidnap Martin and more or less feed him to the Lonely so Peter will get over his “childish feelings” and return to being her favorite child.

And yes, she DOES accidentally kidnap Jon instead at some point... this kid can literally not avoid getting kidnapped.

I like to think Mike and Julia are really good friends in this AU, being the closest in age and all. They hang out a lot since their dads are both so chill and won’t get upset about it, the two of them mostly just playing video games, watching movies, and biking around their respective neighborhoods together.

(Also they may or may not be responsible for a statement that involves a woman seeing a “flying wolf” passing over London... they’ve yet to confess to it, but Elias is dead certain they’re behind the incident.)

The worms incident is 100% Jane’s secret worm collection getting fucking loose... she was keeping them in the walls “for safe keeping” and No One Fucking Knew, not even Elias, until Jon saw a spider, punched the wall, and Revealed them.

Jon and Tim got their scars because Jane lost control of the worms and they burrowed into the kids. Cue a very panicked 999 call from someone in the institute and Child Services almost getting involved, but Elias managed to cover it up.

Afterwards, Jon is incredibly self-conscious about his worm scars, but Martin tells him “now we both have freckles!” and it honestly makes him feel a little better about the whole thing.

Also Adelard makes an effort to track down a child psychologist/counselor with institute ties so he can get Jane some therapy/help controlling her powers. He loves her to the moon and back, and he’s terrified of her getting traumatized by what she accidentally did.

During the incident, a Notthem gets loose from Artifact Storage and attacks Sasha, but seeing as Sasha is of the Web and the Notthem is connected to a Web artifact, it only manages to really hurt her, but thankfully not kill her. She ends up hospitalized for a few weeks, but comes out fine later on. The table mysteriously disappears afterwards, and no one knows if it was Gertrude or Annabelle’s doing, but either way, the kids never have to deal with a Notthem again.

At some point I wanna get into Jon’s paranoia in season 2 for this AU, but I’m considering changing it from being because of the Jane Prentiss issue to be because of Mr. Spider almost killing him. I dunno how exactly it’ll play out, but I think it has a lot of potential!

Okay, before I end this post full of weird rambling ideas for the AU, I wanna make a list of the powers that the kids have at the time of the story “starting”/the ones they develop down the line because Jonny Sims himself said that all avatars have different powers, and I really wanna infodump on my thoughts for the kids!

Current powers of Jonathan Sims-Bouchard: Can simply know things whenever he wants to (so long as the Eye lets him, but the Eye sometimes keeps him from knowing anything he isn’t mature enough to handle), can compel people to tell him things (the other kids are better at resisting it, and so are other people touched by the Eye), can survive on very little food if he’s fed mostly statements/other people’s trauma, can non-consensually feel the pain and emotions of the people around him, has some weak telepathy powers, and he can subconsciously summon tape recorders.

Future powers of Jonathan Sims-Bouchard: Increased healing abilities, can know most anything if he tries, ability to resist other Eye avatars’ compulsions, can survive purely off of statements/other people’s trauma, can choose whether or not to feel the pain and emotions of the people around him, has much stronger telepathy powers than before, can force himself into people’s minds and read their thoughts, and he can summon tape recorders at will (though some still show up without his knowledge sometimes).

Current powers of Martin Blackwood-Lukas: Can disappear into the Fog for several hours at a time (he cannot be seen by anyone but other Lonely avatars while in the fog), can summon clouds of fog that he can momentarily hide things in (including people), can “banish” most anyone into the fog, and has “Sea Captain Eyes” (he knows where the Tundra is at all times, and can lead someone to it without a map or compass).

Future powers of Martin Blackwood-Lukas: Can change his hair color at will (only to red, white, and a mix of the two colors), can see much better in the Fog and can find anyone he’s pushed into it, can more or less teleport using the Fog, and he has what’s more or less a pocket dimension of fog for storage/hiding his friends from danger (think the inside of Gems in Steven Universe).

Current powers of Tim Stoker-Orsinov: Can make small bipedal toys “come to life” for a few minutes at a time (they can’t talk or communicate; only move around and perform small tasks/dances), can tell when a Notthem is masquerading as someone else, is supernaturally talented at gymnastics, and can dance alongside the creatures of the Stranger without being fully corrupted by them.

Future powers of Tim Stoker-Orsinov: Better control over the powers he already has as well as a high tolerance for the Spiral.

Current powers of Danny Stoker-Orsinov: Can order around creatures of the Stranger against their will, can tell when a Notthem is masquerading as someone else, can dance alongside the creatures of the Stranger without being fully corrupted by them, is supernaturally talented at gymnastics, and can change his voice to anything he likes (not always intentionally, though).

Future powers of Danny Stoker-Orsinov: Can more or less “teleport” to other circus locations by walking into theaters, can now change his voice to whatever he likes with his knowledge and consent, can take over as the Stranger’s ringmaster if necessary, can trigger a mesmerizing dance whenever he’d like, and has a high tolerance for the Spiral.

Current powers of Sasha James-Cane: Can communicate with spiders and have them send messages to other Web avatars, can read minds if she tries really hard, can “trap“ other entities in large webs that she can summon (takes a lot of energy), and she has Spider-Man-like abilities (can walk on walls and ceilings, can carry much more than her weight should allow, etc).

Future powers of Sasha James-Cane: Can now read minds without too much effort, can navigate almost any area that’s being controlled/influenced by the Web, can create webs without nearly as much effort as before, can transform her body to have more arms, legs, and eyes, and she now has venomous fangs (which can thankfully be controlled and/or hidden).

Current powers of Alice “Daisy” Tonner: Can turn into a wolf at will/when she’s especially emotional, can smell blood from several miles away, and has supernatural senses/physical abilities.

Future powers of Alice “Daisy” Tonner: Can now track most any monster she’s hunting once she gets at least one good look at them, can communicate with other Hunters via howling, and can navigate the Buried if needed (though this is very triggering for her and will cause her to pass out afterwards).

Current powers of Julia Montauk: Can turn into a wolf at will/when she’s especially emotional, can smell blood from several miles away, has supernatural senses/physical abilities, can track most any monster if she knows their name, can communicate with other Hunters via howling, and she can shift into a bipedal werewolf when she feels like she’s in danger.

Future powers of Julia Montauk: All of her previous powers have drastically improved, plus she has better control of them now.

Current powers of Basira Hussain: She has common fucking sense, something almost none of the other children have.

Future powers of Basira Hussain: She common sense AND she has a werewolf GF now. :) ((No dating for the babies, not until they’re at least teenagers))

Current powers of Melanie King-Grifter: Can listen to Grifter’s Bone without being damaged in any way, the music of Grifter’s Bone makes her powers exemplified for a period of time after she listens to it, the smell of blood triggers her to become violent, she can summon sharp weapons (knives, swords, etc) from thin air, and she can see a red aura around other people who have been marked by the Slaughter.

Future powers of Melanie King-Grifter: She has much better control of her abilities now, she can perform Grifter’s Bone songs for people and keep them from dying/going feral, and she can now also summon other weapons from thin air (guns, baseball bats, etc).

Current powers of Oliver Banks: Can see people’s deaths a week in advance via his dreams, he sees dark tentacles around people who are going to die soon, can see but not talk to ghosts, and he can smell death on anyone who’s undead/controlling other people’s bodies.

Future powers of Oliver Banks: Can raise the dead and control them to do his bidding (takes a lot of energy), can speak cat (not End related; Admiral related), and he can cause people to die within the week if he touches them in his dreams.

Current powers of Georgie Barker: Can see a “death countdown” over people who are going to die within the next thirty days, doesn’t feel any fear whatsoever, can see but not talk to ghosts, and she sees a dark sludge staining the clothes of people who have been marked by the End.

Future powers of Georgie Barker: Can bring people back to life for a minute or so by touching them (think Pushing Daisies type powers), can speak cat (not End related; Admiral is best cat dad), and she can communicate with ghosts much better now.

Current powers of Jane Prentiss-Dekker: Can summon bugs of most kinds from her mouth and under her fingernails, can communicate with bugs, and can fight off most diseases without any trouble.

Future powers of Jane Prentiss-Dekker: Can now completely control bugs via a hive mind effect, can summon bugs from anywhere on her body, has much stronger healing abilities than Jon, and she can see invisible bugs crawling on the skin of those who the Corruption wants her to get rid of (it’s hard for her not to give in to it’s desires).

Current powers of Mike Crew-Fairchild: Can levitate/fly at will, can summon clouds of any kind (rain, thunder, snow, etc) in any conditions, has much higher resistance to the weather/temperature, and he can “banish” people into the Vast at will.

Future powers of Mike Crew-Fairchild: Same as before, but with slightly better control than he had as a teenager.

Current powers for Helen Richardson-Shelley: Can change the world around her to be more like the Spiral (adding more doors, changing the colors of things, causing hallucinations, etc), can change any door into a doorway into the Spiral, and she can amplify her voice (very hard to control as a baby).

Future powers for Helen Richardson-Shelley: Can now summon doors that lead to the Spiral from thin air, has much better control over her powers and abilities than before, can morph her body to be longer and sharper at will, and she can “banish” people into the endless hallways of the Spiral.

((Holy shit, that took awhile))

Anyways, here’s a playlist I made for the AU, feel free to scream at me for my very weird taste in music: Pinky Swear That You Won’t Go Changing

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 5 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Ricky Linderman

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- You met Ricky in school. You hadn’t known anything about him prior to your first day of class so you were obviously confused when your peers erupted into whispers at the call of his name. You asked your friends about the boy at lunch and they told you all of the stories and rumors surrounding him.

- The next day you got your first glimpse of him as he walked into the room. Everyone moved their seats until the only one left open was right next to yours. You couldn’t help but be a little frightened of him. Any rational person would be if they heard the stuff people said about him.

- Regardless of your nervousness you gave him a friendly smile. He kind of just looked at you blankly until you awkwardly turned to look at the teacher. Even though his response was less than stellar he still thought you were really cute.

- You always tried to be nice to him even though you were like 80% sure he hated you.

- When Clifford sat with him at lunch he noticed that Ricky kept glancing over at you.

“Hey, you like her right? If you help me I can put in a good word for you and maybe get you a date.”

“What I ... I don’t like her man. No not at all, what are you talking about?”

- He was not convincing anyone especially not Clifford. Later on Clifford may or may not have accidentally told you Ricky liked you in front of all of your friends.

- They were worried that you were gonna get kidnapped or were already being stalked by him. But you ignored their protests and went to go find him. You gathered your courage knowing that you needed to be the one to ask him out.

- He’s shocked as hell when you approach him but he just sits silently and waits for you to say something.

“Ricky we’re going on a date.” You pretty much demanded.

“Is that right.” It didn’t sound like a question.

- That was the first time you had ever heard his voice and you were both scared and flustered.

“... yes.”

“Then I guess I’ll meet you after school.”

- After that he disappears with a smirk, he seems completely calm but on the inside his nerves are going crazy. Him and Clifford are in the bathroom together for the rest of lunch. Clifford’s trying to calm him down and give him advice from movies he’s seen.

“No! No! If you go up to her like that she’ll-”

- He meets you at your locker when the school day ends and the two of you walk out together, shocking everyone around you. He takes you to the restaurant everyone in your school goes to after classes are over.

- Literally everyone was staring at you as the two of you sat and ate. Ricky mostly just asked you questions and made small talk, fully aware that everyone was listening in. He really didn’t want people knowing anything about himself and you didn’t blame him.

- Lets just say the two of you leave pretty quickly. He decides to show you his motorcycle in an attempt to impress you. He offers to take you for a ride and you happily agree. He thinks your excitement is adorable and is happy to have your arms wrapped around him while he steers.

- Your first kiss is during his final confrontation with Moody. You’d stood in front of Ricky and Mike trying to protect your boyfriend before Ricky pushed past you and won the fight himself.

- After everything was over he was so relieved that you hadn’t been hurt that he just piled all of his emotions into a kiss...try not to mind the blood. You had to promise him that you wouldn’t do anything like that ever again when the two of you broke apart.

- A lot of your relationship is just an introvert cuddle session. Even though he now has more friends and is more willing to let people into his life, he still prefers to be on his own. Well, on his own with you that is.

- You don’t go out to too many public places, you tend to either spend time at one of your houses or go somewhere that not a lot of people go, like the junkyard for instance.

- He does like Lincoln park though, you usually go there to eat lunch together. Your friends come to join you some days, of course Clifford sits with you guys the most.

- For your anniversary Clifford probably managed to convince his father to let the two of you have a date at the hotel.

- He’s the kind of boyfriend to pucker his lips and wait for you to kiss him. He’ll probably also have to lean down for you to reach.

- Piggyback rides and him just randomly throwing you over his shoulder.

- Leaning your head on his shoulder.

- Trying to get him to stop smoking.

- Whenever you get hurt he baby’s the fuckkkk out of you. You can get a scrape on your knee and he’d act like your bones are splintering through your skin.

- Super careful whenever he touches you, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you.

- Constantly worrying over you yet at the same time pretending that he isn’t. He wants to act all tough but he’s bad at it when it comes to you.

- Always showing him some kind of affection even if it’s just a lingering touch here and there.

- He is one of the comfiest motherfuckers you will ever meet. Everytime you touch him you feel at peace and sleepy.

- He’s not an open person and you’re just going to have to deal with that for the most part. He trusts you and he tries to work towards opening up but it’s just hard for him.

- Has trouble showing his emotions sometimes. You have to learn to read him which you get really good at pretty quickly.

- Understanding when he doesn’t want to talk about his home life or something of that nature.

- Putting up with his occasional coldness towards you and the rest of the world.

- His mother loves you, I’ll just put that out there.

- He’s always interested in the things you do.

- He’d ask you to teach him how to do your hobby even if he doesn’t necessarily like the hobby. He just wants to spend time with you.

- He follows you around like a lost puppy because that’s pretty much exactly what he is.

- Cute random compliments.

- Nose and Forehead kisses.

- Riding with him on his motorcycle.

- Comforting him about his brothers death. Sometimes he’ll tell you stories about him.

- He’s obviously very protective of you, although no one would dare mess with you knowing that he’s your boyfriend.

- He has this magic power of showing up whenever you need him.

- Lighthearted teasing.

- Even though he’s a lot taller than you he doesn’t usually tease you about your height. He thinks its adorable that you’re shorter than him.

- He especially thinks it’s cute when you yell at someone bigger than you because they were talking shit about him.

- He picks you up when he hugs you since hes both tall and strong.

- He also wraps himself completely around you when you guys hug. You’re practically invisible to the rest of the world when he hugs you.

- Hold his hand in public and he is beaming with pride.

- Show this boy affection, just give him it, for the love of god he deserves it.

- Just love this pure boy and keep him happy.

- He won’t fight you, he refuses to. If you try he just stands there and listens silently. It kind of just makes you feel like you’re yelling or arguing with a sad puppy. It makes you feel like utter shit. You usually don’t a reason to fight anyway.

- Theres only a few things in the world that are able to make him angry and result in him yelling at you. They’re easy to avoid talking about so he never really gets angry with you.

- You tell him he looks adorable in his sweater. He blushes and tries to hide his face while he smiles.

- Cute slow dances while listening to the radio.

- He’ll carry anything for you; hell he’ll carry you for you.

- Whenever he thinks about leaving town he just thinks of you and decides to call you and take you out on a date. You can always tell something’s up and try to hug him more than usual; he appreciates that.

- If anyone wants to get anything from him they ask you; you’re the safer bet to everyone. He always laughs when you come to him and tell him about the kid who wanted his help.

- It’s quite amusing to think about how half the school is scared of him when he’s nothing but a sweetheart to you.

- You’re his go to for advice. You may think you’re stupid or stupid from time to time but you’ll always be his genius.

- People think of you as beauty and the beast.

- He doesn’t understand how he got a girl like you.

- The boy just likes watching you and wondering how he got so lucky. Not too long ago everyone wanted to stay away from him and all of a sudden here comes this beautiful angel wanting to love him.

- A lot of the time he’ll just lay back and think to himself ‘I have friends now, I have a hot ass girlfriend. I’m doing good’.

- He’s all smiles when he’s around you.

- Whenever you’re sitting together he’ll have his head in his hand and a smile on his face, just watching you like you’re the greatest thing in the world.

- The type of guy to spend all his money trying to win you a stuffed bear at a carnival/fair.

- You basically lay on top of him when you cuddle. It has no effect on him since he’s so much bigger than you, it’s like he’s using a weighted blanket: it’s there but you don’t really notice.

- He lets you wear his jacket sometimes. He thinks it’s funny how big it is on you.

- He would do anything for you and you’d do anything for him.

- He’s already husband material so you’re all set for the future.

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that-little-bisexual-mess · 4 years ago

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MC playlist/aesthetic challenge

I like songs. I like aesthetics. So here is a little challenge : You make a list of 8 important facts about your MC or things that your MC loves, and you make a little playlist and a little moodboard for each of the facts along with a little explaination. (This challenge might be a little dumb but this is something I wanted to do soooo ....)

Ada Margot Shelby (HPHM MC)

Ada and Jacob

“Hey Brother” - Avicii, 2013

“When We Grow Up” - Diana Ross, 1973

Ada and Jacob have always been close. Jacob is very protective of his little sister and Ada admires her big brother. Their bond never really break, even when the young man is away or couldn’t be found. After all they both been through and when they are finally reunited, they are closer than ever.

Ada’s origins

“Douce France” - Charles Trenet, 1947

“This Is England” - The Clash, 1985

One of the things Ada is the most proud of, is her origins. The family on her father’s side is from England and the family on her mother’s side is French. Both Jacob and Ada are fluent in French, thanks to their grandmother Margot Durand. Whenever they would go to her place, they would only speak french.

Ada’s parents

“Je Te Promets” - Johnny Hallyday, 1986

“The Living Years” - Mike & The Mechanics, 1988

Ada and Jacob lost their parents at a very young age. Ada was 8 years old when her father was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange and 11 years when her mother died of Dragonpox. Their death, along with the deaths of her grandparents, impacted Ada a lot. One of her life biggest objectives is to make her parents proud.

Ada’s Mental Health

“What’s Up?” - 4 Non Blondes, 1992

“So Am I” - Ava Max, 2019

“Fix You” - Coldplay, 2005

“Good Guys” - Mika, 2015

Ada suffered from depression. Her parents and grandparents deaths, her brother’s disappearance and later the death of some of her friends and loved ones like Dora, Ted Tonks or Rowan leaved a huge mark on her. She struggled for years with depression and PTSD after the war. Also the fact that so many people would follow Voldemort, by fear or by conviction, didn’t help at all. She relied a lot on the love of her second family, the Tonks, and the love of her friends. They never let her down and she’ll always be thankful for that.

Ada’s Second Family

“Don’t Leave Me Alone” - David Guetta, Anne-Marie, 2018

“You Raise Me Up” - Josh Groban, 2003

“Flashlight” - Jessie J, 2015

After her mother died, Ada had to go leave with the Tonks, since Andromeda was her Godmother. She had known them her entire life. The Tonks quickly became her second family. Dora became her sister, Andromeda her second mother and Ted her second father. They were here for her during her darkest days and she was always here for them during theirs. When Ted told 11 years old Dora that Ada will come live with them and she will become like a sister to her, Dora said “She always have been my sister”. One time, while they were walking on Diagon Alley, Ada and Dora made a prank on a Pureblood supremacist who had insulted Ted of “Mudblood” and Andy of “Bloodtraitor”. The man got mad at them and yelled at them. Andy saw that and told him to “Stop yelling at my daughters or I will turn you into a cockroach”. And another day, the family intended a Quidditch match and Ted, who was talking to a colleague, told the latter that “My daughters both play Quidditch at Hogwarts”. Everytime Ada would hear them casually referring her as their daughter or sister, she would smile for days.

Ada’s Bisexuality

“3e Sexe” - Indochine, 1985

“Girls / Girls / Boys” - Panic At The Disco, 2013

Not much to say here. Ada is bisexual and she’s very proud of it. All of her family and friends accepted her without question because in my vision, the wizarding world is LGBTQ+ friendly and by that I mean every freaking letter even the T.

Ada and Penny

“i wanna be your girlfriend” - girl in red, 2018

“Anyone Who Knows What Love Is (Will Understand)” - Irma Thomas, 1968

“Hooked On A Feeling” - Blue Swede, Björn Skifs, 1974

“Ring Of Fire” - Johny Cash, 1967

“Only You” - Yazoo, 1982

“Le Baiser” - Alain Souchon, 1999

Ada had a crush on Penny ever since she met her during her first year at Hogwarts. They went on every romantic events that took place at Hogwarts togetger but only started to officially date during their 7th year. They’re both madly in love with each other and they spent the rest of their life together.

Ada’s friends

“You’ve Got A Friend In Me” - Randy Newman, 1995

“Count On Me” - Bruno Mars, 2010

“I Think We’re Alone Now” - Tiffany, 1987

“Don’t You (Forget About Me)” - Simple Minds, 1985

“Nothing’s Gonna Stop us Now” - Starship, 1987

Ada’s friends are some of the most important people in her life. Dora is her oldest friend and her best friend. She met Charlie during their first meal at Hogwarts after they both got sorted into the same house. She first really talked to Hogwarts during her first night at Hogwarts, in their dorm room. And finally Dora introduced her to Penny the next day. The group spent all of their free time together. The loss of Rowan and, later, Dora, was really hard on all of them, especially for Ada. But after the war, Charlie and Penny never left her side and they never forgot about Rowan and Dora.

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So, here it is ! I hope you like it !

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I can’t wait to learn even more about your wonderful MCs !!

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Half a World Away

summery: It all started when Luke intended to get back at Deckard for the whole Mike Oxmaul stunt. He didn't expect it to go any further

This was written for the Summer Shobbs Fic Exchange. This is for my partner @possiblypogue Link to fic on AO3

Luke could barely keep the smile off his face as he hit the call button and heard ringing. Leaning against the wall of the gym he was at, he finally felt his face split into a wide grin as he heard a british voice answer.

“Let me guess, you have a mission to save the world that you just can’t do without me,” Deckard asked, and Luke could absolutely hear the eye roll in his voice.

Putting the phone on speaker, Luke let out a chuckle as he stood and took off his jacket.

“Nah, man. I was checking in on how my good friend was doing,” he said, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice. “And I, um-”

“Who are you talking to?”

Luke froze.

“Deck, who are you talking to?”

The voice of Owen Shaw was very distinct, even if it barely filtered through the phone.

“Get the hell out of my face, you little prick!” Deckard hissed back.

“Not before you tell me who you’re talking to. They have to be important to make you smile like that.”

A muffled sound came from the speaker, and if Luke had to guess, he would put his money on Deckard trying to keep his little brother from grabbing the phone.

“It’s none of your business!”

“Is it Tom?”

“No!”

“Lydia?”

“For the last time, Owen! I’m not talking to anyone you forced me to go on a blind date with!” The brit nearly yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls.

“Blind date?” Luke asked, his curiosity thoroughly peaked. He grabbed up his phone, took it off speaker and put it up to his ear. He needed to make sure to hear all of this. “I thought the great Deckard Shaw would be able to get anyone he wanted. And not be forced to be set up on blind dates by his brother.”

“Shut it, you knob,” Deckard growled back, but didn’t deny anything, which only made Luke’s curiosity and laughter to grow.

“C’mon, just tell me who you’re talking to!”

“Is your little brother seriously whining right now?” Luke asked incredulously. There was a lot he was hoping to hear today, but to hear the guy he had chased around the world literally whining had not been something he had been expecting.

Unfortunately, his question is ignored, and instead Luke can hear Owen’s voice much better. No doubt he was getting right up in Deckard’s face.

“Who the bloody hell is ‘She-Hulk’?”

“Nobody!” Deckard’s voice was getting close to sounding like a rabid animal, in Luke’s opinion. If the man kept growling, Luke was pretty sure he was going to hurt himself. “Would you leave me alone, you arsehole?”

“Fine,” Owen huffed, his voice getting smaller again. “You want another pint?”

“Yeah. But, don’t you dare drink half of it again!” Deckard barked after him.

“You know what?” Luke asked.

“What?” Deckard sighed, all fight seeming to disappear from his voice.

“When I met your brother, he never striked me as the ‘annoying little brother’ type,” Luke commented.

“Yeah, well. You didn’t really get to know him, did you?” “Fair,” Luke agreed. Even now, he didn’t really want to get to know the younger Shaw brother. But, he had a feeling Owen would have a few choice words for what Luke had planned for Deckard.

“Anyway, why the hell are you calling me?”

“Oh, no particular reason,” Luke nonchalantly said. “Just wanted to hear what’s about to go down.”

“What are you talking about, numbnuts?” Deckard snorted. “All that’s going to happen is me and my brother enjoying a pint together.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that’s all that’s going to happen,” Luke smirked, and could just imagine the extremely suspicious look in the other man’s eyes as he said that.

“What the bloody hell did you do, Hobbs?”

“Just wait for it,” Luke chuckled. “It might involve rubber gloves and a cavity search.”

“You didn’t,” Deckard responded, his voice revealing that he didn’t quite believe Luke’s statement. But suddenly, Luke could hear shouting in the background. Right on time. “You bloody bastard.”

“Told you I would get you back, Shaw,” Luke laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Mike Oxmaul,” Deckard grunted back.

“Oh, I will,” Luke promised him. “Just make sure your little brother doesn’t hurt the bobbies too much, Hugh Janus.”

“It’s not Owen they should be worried about. Or you, for that matter,” Deckard told him cooly. “Make sure to watch your back, Hobbs.”

“HOBBS?!”

And with that final shout from Owen, the call was ended, leaving Luke sitting on a bench press, staring down at his phone. On one hand, he couldn’t wait to hear how Deckard and his brother got out of the situation he had set up. On the other hand, Luke couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement at Deckard’s last words.

“Do your worst, Shaw,” Luke whispered down to his phone. He couldn’t wait to hear back from the Brit.

~~~

Although he would never admit it, Luke was on edge for a while after that last call between him and Deckard. He tried to stop himself from looking behind him, tried to not stiffen up when a loud noise occurred, and most definitely tried not to think about all the ways the Brit could get back at him.

Instead, he focused on planning his and Sam’s trip to Samoa, and finally allowing all of his family to come together. Luckily, since he just saved the world for the umpteenth time, nobody was really against him taking a long vacation. And every thought even connected to Shaw flew out of his mind when he saw the amazement in Sam’s eyes when they touched down in Samoa.

And when he saw his mother embrace Sam, Luke couldn’t help but feel conflicted. If he had to live his life over, he wouldn’t change the fact that he turned his father in and ran from his family. But, he wished he had come back to Samoa sooner. To repair bridges and let Sam have more of a family than a father.

Now, as he sat in a chair, watching his family dance, sing, and laugh around a bonfire, the warm night air keeping their spirits high, Luke couldn’t be happier. He was so lost in watching everyone around him, he jumped a little when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw it was a text from Hattie. When he had introduced Sam to Jonah and his mother, he had gotten a picture of them, and without thinking, had sent it to Hattie, telling her about his family reunion.

Looking down at the text, Luke could feel his eyebrows raising.

Got my family reunion too :p

Luke couldn’t help the loud snort he made as he looked down at the picture Hattie had sent.

It was a selfie of her and Owen. Hattie was smiling so much, Luke was surprised if it didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t help but copying her as he looked at Owen. Her brother’s face was completely covered in whipped cream, with his eyes screwed shut. Chuckling, Luke texted her back.

That’s a good look for him

Putting his phone back into his pocket, he forgot about the Shaws as he saw Sam running up to him, excitedly telling him about the cars Jonah had shown her.

He didn’t think about the texts between him and Hattie until much later, when his whole family had crashed from the party, and he had finally convinced Sam to go to bed herself, promising that Samoa would still be there when she woke up.

It wasn’t until he had gone to his own bed, ready to fall into it, that he got another text but this time from a different Shaw. Apparently Deckard also wanted to send him pictures.

“Now isn’t that adorable,” Luke muttered, scrolling through the several pictures the Brit had sent him.

The first was of Hattie and Owen, who seemed to have melded together, because Luke couldn’t tell where one started and the other began. They were both asleep, cuddled up on a couch. Luke had to admit that both siblings looked the most peaceful he had ever seen either of them looking before. Hattie was laying on Owen’s chest, head tucked under his chin, while Owen had his arms securely wrapped around his little sister.

The next photo was of an older woman, who Luke had to guess was Magdalene Shaw, the siblings’ mother. She was dressed smartly, but her composed demeanor was completely destroyed by the position she was in. She was fast asleep in an armchair, her head resting on her shoulder, while her hands rested on the armrests, both hands holding something. An empty wine glass and a plate with half-eaten food stayed in her loose grip.

Luke’s grin just grew as he took the older woman in. It seemed like it was naptime for the Shaw household.

The other pictures were all of Owen and Hattie, both seeming like they were having way too much fun in Luke’s opinion. Especially when in the one with both of them juggling knives. He looked the pictures over, a small smile present on his face. It was nice to see that the Shaw family had finally been mended.

He was about to text back to Deckard, when he instead received one.

Deck was being a butt and refused to send these

“Really living up to the reputation of a little sister, aren’t you Hattie?” Luke snorted.

He wasn’t surprised in the least to wake up to a text from Deckard in the morning.

Hatts stole my phone. Ignore all of this

Rolling his eyes, Luke texted back.

I’ll gladly ignore you princess

~~~

The kitchen was filled with delicious smells, the sounds of several pots boiling, a frypan sizzling, and the sound of rhythmic cutting, all which could be heard over soft classical music. Suddenly, a loud ringing filled the kitchen, cutting through every other noise. Putting down the knife he had been using, Deckard whipped his hands before picking up his phone.

“Shaw.”

“Did you send a fucking assassin after me?!”

“Nice to hear from you, Hobbs,” Deckard smirked. He put his phone on speaker, placing it on the counter next to him. Picking up his knife again, he continued to cut up the onion on the cutting board. “Sounds like you didn’t quite enjoy my latest present.”

“Airport security is one thing, Shaw,” Luke growled. “A fucking assassin is another!” “Oh, please,” Deckard rolled his eyes. “I didn’t ask him to kill you.”

“No,” Luke hissed. “Instead, you asked him to ruin my mission, beat the shit out of me, and leave me a laughing stock in front of my whole team.”

“Well, what else would you expect to happen?” Deckard asked. “The guy was wearing a clown nose.”

“What kind of assassin would wear a clown nose!” Luke shouted through the speaker, making Deckard burst out laughing. “And not to mention, that guy is even smaller than your puny ass! Do you know what the guys are saying about me after this whole fiasco?” “I would love to hear what they’re saying,” Deckard hummed. “But you really shouldn’t have even tried fighting Francis. He’s not quite… classically trained.”

“Yeah, I kinda got that when the guy started dancing and still got me on my back,” Luke hissed back.

“Just be glad I didn’t actually ask him to kill you. The guy still owes me a few favors from Siberia.”

“Well, thank you so much for sparing my life, your majesty,” Luke groused, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “But don’t you dare think we’re even.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Deckard snorted. “Have fun writing up the report of how you got your ass handed to you by a clown.”

“Fuck you, Shaw.”

~~~

Two weeks later, and still no retribution from Hobbs, Deckard had to wonder what the other man was planning. He was kind of hoping the other man would copy him again and send someone after him. Deckard needed a good fight.

After he had returned from Samoa and proved his innocence of killing his team when he was an agent, Deckard’s life had gone in several directions. MI6 had been trying to contact him, with Hattie bugging him every other day to answer their calls. Meanwhile, his mother was out of prison and up to her old tricks.

Both parties were trying to convince Deckard to work for them. And in all honesty, he was sick of it.

It was offensive that the spy organization thought they could ask him to come back, with no sort of apology or acknowledgement that they had hunted him down like a beast. All they wanted was his skills and undying loyalty. It didn’t help that they had convinced Hattie that Deckard working for them would be a dream come true for the younger Shaw.

And at the same time, here was his mother, calling him nearly every day and asking him what he was up to. And then asking if he would like to join either her or Owen on a heist. And while her offers did sound tempting, they were not what Deckard was looking for.

After so many years being on the run and relying on himself, Deckard had to admit one thing: it had been freeing not to take orders.

His whole life, he either followed his parents’ word, and then it was every drill sergeant, captain, squad leader, and then senior agent telling him what to do. He had been the perfect agent. Always following orders to a T, but now, after experiencing life following his own code, he didn’t want to return to following someone else’s rules.

For the first time in a long time, he was truly free to do whatever he wanted.

The only problem was, Deckard had no idea what he wanted to do.

Now, here he was sitting alone in his home, late at night, reading a book on gardening.

He had already gone through several books: some biographies of famous spies, others about Russia’s rulers, and even a japanese romance novel Owen had left at his place. None of them had kept his attention.

Nothing seemed to be keeping his attention nowadays. He had taken a walk earlier through the streets of London, and everything seemed… dull.

He used to find the old city’s streets to be exciting when he was a child. But his excitement turned to cautiousness as he grew older and the streets began to become much more threatening. But even when he was on the run and every street corner could have spelled his doom, Deckard had never thought of London as a dull place.

But now everything seemed dull in comparison to his time spent running around the world, being chased by Brixton and being forced to work with Luke Hobbs.

Sighing, Deckard put his book down and scrubbed a hand down his face, and briefly considered just turning in for the night. Even sleep seemed more interesting than anything else in his apartment.

The only real highlight of his days recently had been when his siblings would visit. It was calming to be in the kitchen, bickering back and forth with one or both of them. To have his home filled with teasing and laughter, instead of the usual silence that encased it like a tomb, it was a nice change. But, it didn’t happen often. MI6 had fully reinstated Hattie and was constantly assigning her to missions, while Owen was busy helping their mother with heists or heists of his own.

And while Deckard enjoyed having his family around, he would never bother them and force them to stay longer. They were all adults and they had their own lives to live. Deckard just wished he could figure out to live his.

Ringing from his phone cut through his thoughts and making Deckard blink in surprise. He shouldn’t be getting calls this late, unless someone was in trouble. Picking the phone up, Deckard tilted his head at the caller, but nonetheless he answered it.

“What do you want, Hobbs?”

“Hey,” Luke greeted him hesitantly. “It’s not too late for me to call, is it?” Deckard quirked an eyebrow at that.

“Luke Hobbs being considerate of what time it is for me? What has the world come to?”

“Oh, fuck off, you jackass,” Luke huffed back. “I’m trying to be nice.”

“And why would you want to do that? Need something?” Deckard asked, sitting up, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

“Actually,” Luke sighed. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

Deckard felt his other eyebrow follow the first, as they both raised in surprise.

“Finally admitting you’re not superman and actually need help?”

“If you’re going to be an ass about it, then I’m just going to hang up,” Luke snapped.

“Oh, don’t go getting your knickers in a bunch, you oversized idiot.” Deckard rolled his eyes. “What do you need help with?”

It was almost as if a switch had been hit because Luke’s voice went from snappish and full of his usual bravo to professional.

“Since you’re more familiar with Europe’s criminal underground, I was hoping you’d be able to help me with something in France’s black market.”

“I might know a guy who sells illegal tech in France,” Deckard offered. He heaved himself off his couch and went towards the kitchen, where he left his laptop on the table. “What are you specifically looking for?”

“We’re looking for a very intelligent trojan horse. A prototype has been making its way through some smaller countries’ firewalls and we want to find it’s source. We think whoever programmed it is selling it out of France.”

Getting comfortable, Deckard listened to Luke, his hands flying over his laptop’s keyboard, messaging his contacts and hacking into a few others’ systems and seeing if they had anything to do with it.

They went back and forth, sharing what information they were both collecting, talking each other through several theories of who could be behind the virus. Of course, small insults were thrown in, but if anything, it helped keep the air between them light, and without realizing it, Deckard had started to smile.

He didn’t know when he started to laugh at the more inane jokes Luke threw out, claiming that he was a father and allowed to make such jokes.

“You’re a wanker, is what you are,” Deckard snorted.

“I can be both!”

Time passed quickly, both too caught up in their search and personal banter to realize how late it had gotten.

“So, we have it narrowed down to three suspects,” Luke concluded. Deckard leaned back in his chair, looking over the three profiles on his screen and let out a hum.

“I still think you should take Josh Lafrance off the list.”

“Why? You know him?”

“Only met him a few times,” Deckard admitted, chewing on his lip in thought. “Let me call him up. If I can’t make him squeal, Owen can.”

“Please don’t tell me your brother is involved in this shit. I don’t need to be chasing his ass around the world again.”

“Bugger off. If Owen was part of this, I’d wring his neck.”

“Just wanted to check,” Luke placated. “But, how does he know Lafrance?”

Deckard felt his face twist in consideration.

“It’s not really any of my business, or your’s, but I’m pretty sure they shag occasionally,” Deckard finally admitted.

“Oh.”

“Oh what?”

“Sorry, just didn’t think your brother was into guys.”

“He’ll get with anything that’s pretty enough,” Deckard shrugged. “Or interesting enough. You wouldn’t believe how many times he’s gotten in trouble by shagging the wrong person.”

“Oh, I can believe it,” Luke chuckled. “And what about you? Have you ‘shagged’ anyone’s wife that you shouldn’t have?”

“Oi! I don’t sleep with any married people,” Deckard huffed in indignation. “But, there was this one time I got into a spot of trouble by sleeping with a mob boss’s son.”

“Of course you did,” Luke outright laughed.

“It wasn’t my fault the little bugger used me as an excuse to sneak out!” Deckard defended himself, but felt his smile undermining his statement. At the time, it had been intimidating to get threatened by a mob boss, but now, Deckard couldn’t deny that it had been a bit funny that he had been an act of rebellion by the boss’s son.

Deckard was about to explain further, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a yawn took over his words and made him completely incomprehensible.

“What in the fresh hell was that noise?”

��Fuck off, you prick. I’m just yawning.”

“Oh shit. How late is it for you?” Luke asked, no doubt just noticing the time. “Shit. I shouldn’t have kept you up.”

“Don’t worry about it, twinkletoes,” Deckard told him, but had to stifle another yawn.

“Either way, sorry to keep you up so late,” Luke apologized. “An old man like you needs his rest.”

“Who the bloody hell are you calling old, you rat bastard?” Deckard growled, but was only met by laughter.

“Night, Shaw. Thanks again for your help.”

And with those parting words, the call ended, suddenly plunging Deckard back into silence.

Looking down at his phone, Deckard couldn’t help but slump back into his chair.

“Night, Hobbs,” he said to the empty room.

~~~

Luke was in a hotel room in France a week later, finally falling into bed after busting an infamous hacker who had been selling government ruining tech to the highest bidder. Luke was exhausted and planned to sleep until it was the next day and he had to fly back to L.A.

He let out a groan of despair when he heard his phone ringing.

“What the fuck do you bastards want now?” He sighed to himself, but eventually forced himself to sit up and answer his phone. He didn’t bother checking who was calling, just assuming it was his boss calling for an update.

“I really wish I was an only child sometimes,” a british voice sighed heavily into Luke’s ear.

“What?” Luke responded back intelligently.

“My brother and sister are going at it right now,” Deckard explained. And Luke grimaced at the sound of bone tiredness in the other man’s voice. He sounded even more exhausted than Luke felt.

“What are they fighting about?” He asked, a bit of concern in his voice. It had seemed like the three Shaws got along fairly well. What could have happened to set them off?

Luke’s worry only grew when Deckard didn’t respond.

“Shaw?”

Another sigh.

“Hattie knew Cipher.”

“What?!” Luke yelped.

“Well, she didn’t really know Cipher,” Deckard amended.

“Then how the hell does Hattie know her?” Luke demanded.

“Apparently they met in a bar,” Deckard explained. “They hit it off, had a few one night stands, and then parted ways.”

“Did Cipher do anything to Hattie?” Luke asked, his exhaustion completely forgotten as he thought about all the ways Cipher could have hurt the youngest Shaw.

“That’s the weird thing,” Deckard huffed in frustration. “It was only a small fling. Nothing else happened. We don’t think Cipher even knew who Hattie was.”

“What? How’s that even possible?”

“Hattie erased all traces of her being related to our family when she left,” Deckard sighed. “She must have done such a good job, Cipher didn’t find any trace of her in Owen’s or my files.”

“So, it was just a harmless fling between them?” Luke cautiously asked.

“Seems that way.”

“Then why are your brother and sister fighting?” “Well…”

“What?”

“Owen might have, uh…”

It was Luke’s turn to sigh.

“Let me guess, your brother also had a fling with Cipher while he worked with her.”

“Yeah.”

“But why would Hattie be upset?”

“It’s not that simple,” Deckard said. “This isn’t the first time Hatts and Oh have slept with the same person.”

“Oh my god.” Luke wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or not. “How many times?”

“Too many,” Deckard let out a groan. “They’ve been at it for an hour already.”

“Do you think they’ll wear themselves out?”

“Not really,” Deckard siad. “Here, listen.”

There was a beat of silence, no doubt Deckard walking back to his siblings. And then-

“YOU ABSOLUTE CUNT!” Hattie’s screech came through loud and clear. As did Owen’s response.

“GO FUCK YOURSELF!”

“See?” Deckard’s voice sounded small next to his siblings’ yelling.

“Yeah. I kinda wish you were an only child, too.”

It was nice to hear Deckard’s laugh after all the sighing he had been doing earlier.

~~~

They had talked for a while after that, Deckard telling Luke about all the times his brother and sister found out they had been with the same person. But eventually, he had to hang up, Hattie demanding he come to her defense.

Before the other man could be pulled into the screaming match, Luke had made him promise to keep him updated on the fight. He was too invested now.

Unfortunately, Luke fell asleep, phone still clutched in his hand. When he woke up hours later, he blurriedly blinked at the several missed messages from Deckard.

Two hours now

Four *eye roll emoji*

They’ve finally stopped for tea

Nvm. Owen started throwing biscuits

The final message was a picture of Owen and Hattie throwing food at each other, but a smile on both their faces.

They always have to ruin my kitchen

Luke let out a laugh, just imagining the look of irritation and fondness on Deckard’s face.

~~~

After that, Luke could feel a shift in their sorta-kinda-maybe friendship. Luke didn’t hesitate to call the Brit, asking for his help in something. Their talks would start off professional, but would soon dissolve into something warmer, friendlier. It felt natural for Luke to throw out a harmless insult, or start a nonsensical argument, because Deckard would respond in kind, keeping up with Luke with his own wit.

Soon enough, their calls turned to texting, mostly because he didn’t need Sam picking up on his language. It was summer vacation now and she kept insisting for her bedtime to be later and later.

It seemed like no matter when Luke would text Deckard, the man would respond within ten minutes. He became used to always seeing a message from the Brit, that Luke could feel a sense of worry crawl up his spine when Deckard didn’t respond to him for several days.

It was after almost a week of no response, when Luke finally received a text in the middle of the night. Sam was at a sleepover and Luke had treated himself to a marathon of all the basketball games he had missed recently.

You busy?

Luke furrowed his brow in confusion. Deckard was usually not that brief in his texts.

No. What do you need?

Instead of a text, Luke’s phone lit up with a call, which he answered immediately.

“Deckard?” He gently asked.

“Hey.”

Luke winced at the croak that came over the phone. Deckard’s voice sounded wrecked.

“Is something wrong?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” Deckard mumbled, his words slurring together.

“Are you drunk?” Luke asked incredulously.

“A bit,” the Brit sighed. His voice sounded even more distorted, almost as if something was covering his face.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I saw my Da,” Deckard whispered so quietly, Luke almost couldn’t hear him. And he noticed how thick the Brit’s accent was getting, no doubt the alcohol loosening his tongue.

“Is that a bad thing?” Luke cautiously questioned. He couldn’t remember either Deckard or Hattie talking about their father. And he hadn’t seen anything about the man in any of the Shaw siblings’ files.

“I don’t know,” Deckard sighed and Luke could tell the other man was lying. His voice sounded so broken, and Luke swore he could hear something else in his voice.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.”

“Could we…” Deckard trailed off.

“What?” Luke asked, his voice gentle, not wanting to scare Deckard off.

“Could we just talk about something else? Anything else?”

“Of course,” Luke immediately agreed. “What do you want to talk about?”

“How’s your daughter doing? Sam, right?” “She’s doing great,” Luke started, a smile appearing on his face. “She’s gotten into rollerblading recently. You wouldn’t believe how many times I have to remind her to wear her knee pads.”

“As reckless as her old man,” Deckard chuckled softly.

“Who the hell are you calling old?”

They talked for hours after that. From how the next school year would go for Sam to what the weather in London would be like in the morning. Deckard never talked about his father or why he had drunkenly called Luke, but Luke wasn’t about to push the man. He understood father issues. Instead, he stayed up with Deckard and didn’t let him off the line until he was satisfied that Deckard was in a better mood.

It wasn’t until the fifth yawn in a row did Luke finally tell Deckard:

“Alright, princess, I think it’s past midnight. Your fairy godmother's spell is going to wear off soon.”

“Screw you, Luke,” Deckard yawned loudly.

“Sweet dreams, Deck,” Luke whispered.

“Mmhmm,” Deckard hummed. “You, too.”

~~~

The next morning, Deckard woke up with a raging hangover and laying on the floor of his living room. Gingerly sitting up, Deckard looked around for his phone, wondering what time it was. Sun was already streaming through the windows, only helping to make his headache even worse.

“Where the bloody fuck did it go?” Deckard hissed quietly, holding his head in one hand, and groping under the couch for his phone. Finally, slick metal brushed against his fingers and he quickly snatched up his phone.

It was nearly noon.

“Bloody hell.”

And then he blinked at the message from Luke.

Hope you slept well princess

Suddenly, Deckard’s headache didn’t seem so bad.

~~~

Curled up on his couch, Deckard sipped at his tea and enjoyed the newest episode of the crime drama he was following. Almost everything in the show was nonsense, but the characters were interesting and had unfortunately caught Deckard’s attention.

His quiet evening was interrupted by his phone going off.

Putting his tea down and picking up his phone, Deckard smiled at the screen.

It was Luke.

It was almost ritual at this point. Almost every day after Deckard had drunkenly called Luke, they would call each other, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. The only reason they hadn’t talked in the last three days was because Luke was undercover on a mission.

Answering the call, Deckard smiled wider.

“About time you called, twinkletoes.”

“Hey, Deck,” Luke wheezed.

Deckard’s smile dropped immediately.

“Luke? What’s wrong?” Deckard tried to keep his voice calm, but it was difficult as he felt a jolt of fear go down his back. Had the mission gone wrong?

“Things went a bit tits up,” Luke responded, his voice weak.

“What happened?”

“Someone leaked that I was a cop. I barely got out of there.”

“Are you hurt?” Deckard tried not to sound too panicked, but was sure it still came through.

“A stray bullet to the side,” Luke grunted in obvious pain.

“Where in the side?” Deckard demanded.

“I’m not a doctor, Deck. I’m losing blood fast, that’s all I know.”

“Is backup on its way?”

“Yeah. But not for a while.”

“Try not to move. And keep pressure on the wound,” Deckard hurriedly suggested, feeling his frayed nerves bristle at the weak chuckle Luke let out.

“I know, Deck. I’ve been in this kind of situation before. I know what to do,” Luke reassured him.

“Then why the bloody hell did you call me? You shouldn’t be talking and using up your strength,” Deckard snapped.

“I don’t know. I just,” Luke started. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Deckard felt his heart clench at those words.

“You idiot.”

“I know. But I’m your idiot,” Luke said, clearly straining to speak.

“Just stop talking,” Deckard pleaded. “Save your strength.”

“Then you talk. Tell me about your day.”

“Fine. Just promise me you’ll stay awake.”

“I promise,” Luke whispered.

Deckard talked about anything he could think of: about all the missions he did for MI6, about the recent heists his brother had just pulled, about the annoying neighbors across the street. Occasionally, he would hear Luke hum in response or give a one word answer, just to show that he was awake.

“I swear, I’m going to go over there and bash their teeth in one day,” Deckard groused. “Who the hell needs to play music that loud?”

He waited for Luke’s response, but there was silence.

“Luke?”

Nothing.

“Luke!” Deckard checked that the call was still going. It was.

“LUKE!”

“Deck?” Luke weakly coughed.

“Luke,” Deckard heard his voice break. “You need to stay awake. At least until backup arrives.”

“I can’t,” Luke slurred.

“You have to,” Deckard urged him.

“Deck, I…”

Then Deckard heard it.

Shouting.

“Luke! Is that your backup?”

All he heard was the sound of Luke’s labored breathing.

“Please, for the love of Christ, Luke! Please answer me!” The only thing that came through the phone was shouting, but it was still too far away from Deckard to make anything out.

And then nothing.

Looking down, Deckard saw that the call had ended.

He didn’t notice he had been crying until a tear fell onto the phone’s black screen.

~~~

Deckard kept calling Luke’s phone, but to no avail. He didn’t know anyone that Luke worked with. When he called Dom Toretto up, the man was clueless about Luke’s whereabouts and not even knowing he had been on a mission. Desperately, Deckard tried hacking Luke’s phone, but all that got him was Luke’s location, which was in Washington, D.C., where Luke’s mission had taken place. Half a world away from Deckard.

Luckily, it seemed like backup had arrived, because Luke’s phone was at a hospital, one of the best in the country.

Deckard didn’t want to admit it, but the whole time after their call had ended, Deckard had barely moved from his computer. He barely ate or slept, only staring at his phone and nearly begging it to ring.

It had been over twenty-four hours, and still no word. Deckard could feel himself going mad.

“If you don’t survive this, Hobbs, I’m going to bring you back from the dead and kill you myself,” Deckard growled.

When the thirty hour mark hit, Deckard decided that he was too jumpy to hold a knife. So, he went out, intending to grab something to eat, knowing that he at least needed to keep his own strength up.

He was halfway to the Gregg’s near his apartment when he felt his phone vibrate.

Nearly ripping his phone out of his pocket, Deckard had to try three times to actually hit the accept call button.

“Luke?” “Hey, princess,” Luke said quietly. And even though his voice sounded scratchy, Deckard could hear the energy in it. “Hope I didn’t scare you too badly.”

“Are you alright?” Deckard demanded, ignoring what Luke said.

“I’m fine, Deck,” Luke soothed him. “The bullet didn’t hit anything major. I just lost a lot of blood is all.”

“Oh, you just lost some blood?” Deckard sneered. “It’s not like you can die from that!”

Deckard glared at the people on the street staring at him. Can’t a man yell in peace? “Deck.”

“What?!” He snapped.

“I’m fine. Really.”

Deckard took a breath, about to start shouting again. But suddenly, the last day of worrying and no sleep crashed into him. He could feel himself wobble as he stood on the sidewalk, his head feeling like it was filled with cotton.

“If you’re sure,” Deckard whispered instead.

“I am,” Luke said firmly. “I’m sorry to make you worry, Deckard.”

“Just don’t do it again,” Deckard sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He began walking again, even though his legs felt like jelly from the relief that Luke was going to be fine.

~~~

Deckard was in his kitchen again, when he got a call from Luke. It had only been a few days since Luke had been shot and in the hospital having surgery. Putting down the carrots he had gotten out of the fridge, Deckard answered his phone.

“How are you feeling, twinkletoes?”

“I’m good,” Luke said. “But I’d be better if you opened the door.”

Deckard blinked.

“What?”

“Deck. Come open the door. I’m melting out here.”

Not really knowing what was going on, Deckard made his way to his front door. Opening it, he came face to face with one Luke Hobbs. Who held his own phone up to his ear, smiling down at Deckard.

“About time, princess.”

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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Stories, Tales & Facts (Part 1.) (Sriracha, Part 36.)

Series description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: Hopper was about to speak up about his past - from where his trouble had started to where it ended just before few weeks. But you didn‘t know how much shit he was through.

A/N: Let‘s face it. This chapter contains huge spoilers for Hopper‘s which is completely named in novel Darkness on the Edge of Town. So it should be at least partially cannonical.

Word count: 3.8 K

Tagging: @nemodoren, @creedslove, @missdictatorme, @ysljordy

Master list: H E R E

The next morning, you had woken up pretty early in the morning. At least, you fell asleep - Hopper was awake the whole time, just staring into the ceiling before he got out of the bed to eat something, make you a coffee and breakfast. Which made you smile a bit. He was still as thoughtful as he was before.

But you didn‘t even let him take a short breath before you asked the first question of the day.

“So, you said there‘s a lot.” - You mumbled and gave him a look as you sat down, gently pulling a bit away from him. - “That means you have to start from the beginning. Every tale has a beginning, the middle, and an end. Do you understand that friends don‘t lie?” - You asked Eleven‘s most favorite sentence. This sentence was bugging Jim off a lot back in the day. When you told him the sentence, you made him feel a bit better. It was a thing so known and nice.

“If you want to start from the beginnin‘ of my trouble, we will go way down back to the sixties.” - Hopper told you honestly. At that, you chuckled.

“Jim, I already know that you were in Vietnam. That isn‘t anything new.” - You told him ironically. At that, he looked into your face.

“You know that I was there once. Wrong. I was there twice. The first time, it was in ‘62.” - Jim told you straight in your face. At that, your breath hitched in your throat. He was... Eighteen. He was fucking eighteen when he first was transported to that hell. - “And for your information, I went there voluntarily. Nobody asked me to go.”

You were looking him into the eyes. The questions in your eyes were completely vivid. Your lips were just opening and closing as you tried to tell him something back, but nothing hit your tongue.

“You don‘t understand how was it like in here back in the sixties. I didn‘t know what to do here, I was kinda... Lost. You‘re a psychologist, you should know what I was feelin‘. I wanted to feel like I‘m useful, not like I‘m just spendin‘ my life in the biggest asshole in the USA.”

“Then I went back for turnus number two in ‘68. After that, I met Diane. And believe or not, I was really happy with her. Not too long ago, in ‘71, Sara was born. And we left for New York, but you already know what I��ve been doin‘ in there.” - He said without explaining to you any further.

Yeah, you‘ve heard that story already. How he was the big detective in Brooklyn‘s sixty-fifth district and how he went after something he called the card-murders, He almost killed a man back then. After that, Sara had died and Diane left him. Except for the Vietnam news, you hadn‘t known about any of that, you knew about everything. But the biggest shockers were just coming your way.

“I was hurt. Hurt. And then you came by and for a small while, everything seemed to be right. I felt good about myself for a time. That was when Will Byers disappeared." - Hopper took a deep breath, giving you a look. - "Promise me that no matter how crazy everythin' seems to be, you'll believe me. I won't ever make up anythin' like this. You promise?"

That was when you got quiet again, only drinking coffee while eating the mashed eggs he had prepared you. - "Friends don't lie. Tell me and we'll see how crazy this seems to be."

So Hopper did as you wished and told you about the November of '83. About Eleven, Papa, and the Lab. He didn't leave out a single detail. Jim didn't leave out any gore, he told you all about what Eleven can do, which was the first thing you weren't able to come around.

"Jim, she's a normal kid. I had raised my daughter for more than just a week. If there would be any red flags, believe me, I would notice." - You said a bit more aggressively than you anticipated. But you were sure that Jim is just fucking around with.

“You remember that one time we had a fight in the cabin and I fell flat on my ass? You thought I just lost balance.” - He told you rather seriously and you uncomfortably shifted into a different position. How would you be able to forget that argument? You were yelling, screaming, crying that night until Eleven came out of her room. - “Blood was drippin' out of her nose, which made you worried, remember?” - Jim whispered and you needed to look away for a second. You haven't noticed a single weird thing about your baby, she was just a normal, twelve-year-old girl when you met. But it all checked in, according to what Jim had told you.

After that, Jim proceeded to another part of the story - explaining why Will was getting worse and worse (that was because of a thing called the Mind Flayer), which you had noticed, what happened with the veins under Hawkins, the Demodogs, what Steve Harrington did which resulted in him and children being best friends, which you also knew. In detail, Jim described what happened underneath the Lab and that Eleven went to see Terry Ives, her biological mother. In the middle of the story, you had to take a short break to think about everything and to have another cup of coffee.

You started crying when you finally got to know what even happened to Joyce's Bob. You didn't believe a thing Jim said, it was so surreal, but you finally got an explanation. It didn't mean that the explanation would make you satisfied, but it was a piece of information with which you could fill the blanks you had in your head. He was eaten by some fucking Demogorgons, whatever that thing was. You had an idea of how did the monster look - once, you played D&D with the kids and something like that was in the game.

And when the Russians came to play, you couldn't understand anything anymore. You were just sitting there, listening to Hopper talking about Starcourt mall being invested with Russians living in an underground base. At the same time, the Mind Flayer got Billy Hargrove, that son of a snake who was Max's brother. It was literally - Mind Flayer got him. Because of the beast, the boy was dead. Jim didn't know that Billy was dead, but then you told him with a terrified expression.

When Jim finished Billy's part of the story, he proceeded to tell you what happened to him. The events happened to both you had met at one point - the moment when Eleven got out of the mall. Each one of you was there - you were hugging El in front of the mall while Jim and Joyce were trying to blow up the massive generator under Starcourt. That was the moment he had presumably died. That was something which Dr. Owens had come up with since they didn't find a single clue that Hopper had died in the generator room. For Hopper to have some time to catch some breath, Owens had decided to pronounce Hopper dead for the time they were searching for him - he found himself being in Russia, working in a gulag. He told you about how he had got out and contented Owens again, Sam helping him back into Indiana so Hopper could start a search for you once again. And because he was in such mental and physical state when he came back, he was taking Tuinal again.

You were back to the square one. Hopper was taking drugs, he was a stranger and on top of that, he was lying to you for almost three years in a row, which was quite impressive. You were slowly getting fed up and mad when you realized that three years, basically thirty-six months, every time something unnatural happened, every time some monster appeared, he figured out some lie to tell you. He was wrapping you in a silver lining after silver lining, again and again. Which had blown you away.

It was almost midday when he had finished - you were preparing some lunch so Hopper would have to eat something. You were just cooking some meat with vegetables, while Hopper let you get your mind sorted.

"I think that the drugs made something to your brain, Jim." - You snorted all of a sudden. It was one of your typical, ironical snorts. You put the potatoes into the oven, put your elbows over your chest, and looked at him. - "Because a single word of what you've said... These are all illusions and hallucinations. If you plotted all of this the six months you were God knows where it's really impressive. Hands down to you, my dude, you got me in the first half."

Jim looked at you. You weren't even crying. But... You cried when he told you what happened to Bob, you believed him, right? If you wouldn't believe him, why would you cry?

"And bringing almost everyone into that, the kids, Joyce, Steve, Bob, Powell, and Callahan... Dear Lord, you even put it onto a precise timeline. You are sitting here, in front of me, looking me dead in the eyes, telling me... All of this, expecting me to believe. Oh, God, James Hopper. You have disappointed me." - You put your palms on your hips, turning away from him with a burst of unbelieving laughter.

"You don't believe me? Fine, let's visit Mike and ask him. Ask Harrington about it. Even that Henderson boy would tell you that this is the truth. Not enough? Fine, Imma take you to the Lab. I will show you everything. Imma ask Nancy Wheeler to give me the photos of Demogorgon." - Hopper stood up in front of you, having his faces just inches from yours. His face was deadly serious and for a second, you thought about if you had poked some sensitive spot or what did you even do. You thought he went mental in the last six months.

"I hadn't told you because the government would be after you and if somethin' happened to you or her... I mean... Anythin'... How would someone like me even come across losing his loved ones? Once again?" - He took your shoulder to his palms, making you look into his eyes.

"In New York, a special agent of a secret state organization named Gallup showed me, how easy is for someone to disappear in a manner of an afternoon. And I'm sure that he would make Diane and Sara disappear the same, just as he told me he would in case I wouldn't want to cooperate with them in the Card murders case." - Hopper shook your shoulders, making you furrow a little.

James wasn't aggressive at that moment, no, he was just making you listen. And not just to register information that was coming out of his mouth. He wanted you to listen to what he was saying with the tone of his voice. It was really important for you to understand. But he was shaking your body as if you were a rag doll.

"And I know that if I would tell you a single thing of what have I told you just now, they would make you disappear, maybe they would deport you into the Russian hell I was in, they would get rid of you just like that." - One of his fingers snapped, making you even more scared than before. Your heard was pounding loud and quick, you almost didn't hear a word he had told you.

Was he serious? Was some secret state services spying on you and him, on your home, even your family perhaps? You haven't noticed a thing. Nobody ever had followed you, your phone wasn't monitored, there weren't any weird guys or women in your neighborhood. Ever. But... Jim seemed kinda serious, which made you gasp for air.

"I couldn't do that because I love you. And trust me, Tuinal didn't cause any of the things I've just told you. I'm not shittin' you, I'm not sayin' weird shit, it's just how it is." - Jim slowly let go of you, letting you step away from him as you started to panic again, covering your mouth with your palm. It wasn't the usual panic attack, this was... You were horrified.

It was hard to believe since what he had told was straightaway King-novel fanfiction shit. Hardcore eighties sci-fi and horror at its best. But... What would you do if Hopper had a chance to prove each of his points? What would you do then?

A fucking creature from which crawled another dimension was getting your girl, who had telepathic abilities by the way, and her friends in danger. And your fiancé was there both times, trying to keep your world and family safe.

"Look at this from my point of view, Jim. This is... Wild. This is more than fucking wild. Even if it would be a work of your imagination, which would be kinda incredible when I think about your imagination, it still would be wild. But you told me that there is... Proof, right? You can show me, that what you said?" - You asked again, pushing him away from the stove to continue with cooking the lunch.

"It is slightly illegal and can be called a trespassin', but I can show you everythin'." - Jim nodded and lit up a cigarette, taking one out of the pack you had there. You knew that you'd have to open up the window since both your mom and your dad were non-smokers. They wouldn't be very glad if they'd somehow find out that you or James smoked inside.

"I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and I'm willing to go there... Whenever your damn Lab even is. But if it turns out to be all just one big lie, I swear to God, Jim. You're on thin fucking ice and if that ice breaks under you..." - You rose your eyebrows, looking out of the window. Jesus, you were torn apart into two halves - one wanted to believe him, you wanted to believe Jim so, so, so fucking bad. You were still in love with him, which was undeniable.

In the end, you lived together for... About two years? You couldn't even count it since Hopper was disappearing rather frequently and was gone... For sometimes a week, something three months, sometimes half a year. It was hard to establish how much time from those three years, two and a half years specifically, you had a normal relationship. Were you even in that phase? In the phase of having a normal relationship?

The other half inside of you was fucking sure that Jim had gone insane. Because using shit from D&D, tying up all the people you knew into the story, telling you that it always happened only when you weren't around... Jesus fucking Christ. You took in another deep breath and lit up a cigarette too, trying to keep your head straight. You were shaking. Your muscles were spasming and letting go at a pace so fast that your body was burning up.

After serving Jim the lunch, you both dressed up to be at least warm and able to move in the winter outside. Jim had taken your dad's splitters along with an old flashlight and put them on the backseat while he made you sit behind the steering wheel. You were a bit nervous, which was leveling up adequately with your inability to start the car.

"God fucking damn it, this dumb old car, I swear." - You mumbled under your breath when the engine didn't want to start working. Without further ado, Jim got off the car and opened up the hood, looking inside of it. He still had the same expression had when he was trying to start your car. Your car was a moody machine, especially in winter. Hopper breathed out a bit of fog on his fingers, trying to warm them up before he started to play with the cables.

"Kick it." - He looked at you with his eyebrows risen. You did as you were told and turned the engine key, making the engine yell loudly. You would be lost in the winter when it wouldn't be for Jim. Nobody except him and your dad had the skill to start that old crap. Jim sat back to you with a shit-eating grin, making you grin as well.

You were driving while he was telling you where to take a turn and where you should drive in the woods. Not too long after that, you were parking the car near an old facility which seemed to be empty and abandoned for quite some time. The snow was reaching up to your waist and thighs, so it was quite hard to even get in front of the Lab. The glass door were shattered, from squatters or someone like that you assumed, so getting wasn't too much trouble either.

That was when you saw it - blood on the ground and walls. That made you cover up your mouth and hope that you won't throw up.

"That's where Bob had died. Owens had to leave the place so quickly they barely packed everythin'." - Jim said behind you quietly in a mourning voice. That made you stand up. There was no body, but the tracks of blood, even if someone was trying to cover them up with paint, were still visible. - "You doin' good?" - His palm gently patted and then smoothed your back, making you a bit more comfortable. Tears were coming up to your eyes again when you watched the spot.

As you told, you didn't know Bob that well - you knew that man only from Jim's and Joyce's stories and from meeting him less than five times. But the man was a genuine good person. That was why you were so fucking moved by seeing the exact spot where he... Passed away. Or where he was eaten to death. Dear God.

When you nodded, Jim took you further into the facility. The windows were shattered so the ice-cold winter evening wind was howling through there, the walls were graffitied, but to your surprise, some of the lights were still working.

Documents marked as super-secret were scattered in the ground, even if most of the text was blacked with a marker. There was a lot of equipment left behind, medical and research tools just scattered around on the ground and in the empty rooms. Jim really meant what he told you; the government basically made Owens clear the building in two days - which was why there was all the stuff still here. Owens only packed the necessities, pushed them into three loaded military trucks and left the place as if nothing ever happened there. Or that was at least what Murray was telling.

It maybe was looking scary, but it still wasn't anything unusual. It was just the vibe of the place that was off. Until you tripped over something. Before you fell into the ground, Jim caught you, but your eyes widened in realization. You tripped over a pile of bones. Something had died and rotted there.

But it was too small to be an adult human bones. First, when you squated, took a paper from the ground to cover your fingers, you thought that maybe it could be bones of a child. But when you picked one up and looked at it closely, your breath hitched once again. Back in your day on highschool, you studied medicine and anatomy a lot, since you didn't know if you want to be a normal doctor or a psychologist when you grow up. You liked to have a back up plan and medicine was quite interesting as well. So you knew how human bones should look like; you once even saw some.

But that structure, shape, the color... Nothing seemed to be even close to how should human bones look like. First, you thought that maybe, it could be some animal bones of an nimal which was dragged there or tried to escape to safety - you would be sure since veterinary medicine wasn't really you thing.

Then you noticed it. It just hit your eyes - small spikes on the bones. You knew that birds had their bone structure practically full so they could fly... But an animal with spikes on their bones? No. Any known animal had spikes on its bones as far as you were informed.

"This... Jim..." - You gasped for air and put the bone back on the pile. Slowly, the things he told you about Bob, these Demogorgons and shit... It seemed to be more and more real with each passing second.

"We ain't endin' here." - Jim told you and led even further into the facility; specifically under it. You needed to take a few staircases which were quite long, but you were at least one or two levels under the surface of land. The door was locked with a chip reader, so Hopper just broke in after a few tries.

That was where the shit got wild. Some lights were working, some were just lighting up just to go dark in the next second, flickering and making the atmosphere darker and darker.

You were in something that could be called an observation station with a few machines. There was a monitor that was showing something when it was working, a lot of buttons and a microphone. A wheelchair was thrown on the ground just few feet away from you. The place was giving you chills.

On your left, something like a decontamination chamber could be seen, the automatic door now being opened and not powered by the electric circuit.

"Where are we, James?" - You asked in a whisper, being really unnerved at that second. Jim didn't respond, the only thing he did was that he walked further in.

So you followed him.

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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years ago

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Love Me Anyway - Tyler Seguin - Part 3

Word Count: 2532

POV: Reader and then Tyler

Warning: Language. I think I put this warning in everything I write...haha

Notes: None really. Again this is from the first thing I ever wrote. Hope you guys like it. Peace, Love and Hugs All!

READER POV

You, Jenna and Becca, piled into one Uber; with Mimi, Bryan, and Derek in the other. What were you doing, you questioned yourself. You were in a car on your way to one of Tyler Seguin’s legendary parties. This was not you at all. Admittedly, in that bar standing next to him, this all seemed perfectly fine. Now that you were in the car and on your way; you were having second thoughts.

“Are you ok?” Becca asked.

“Yeah, fine. Why?” you answered back.

“Because you haven’t said a word since we left the bar.”

“Are you sure you want to go to his house” Jenna inquired. She knew you better than you knew yourself at times. You often joked you shared a brain. “We can just go back to my place, watch a movie or something if you’re having second thoughts.”

“Absolutely” Becca chimed in.

You were having second thoughts, but your second thoughts were having second thoughts too. Your practical side was telling you, that you were going to walk in the door and see him making out with some bimbo. The other half of you was remembering how sweet he was and what a great conversation you had with him.

You let out a frustrated sigh. “I mean I’m torn. If he’s that super sweet, amazing guy that I just spent the last hour with, then yeah I totally want to go. But what if everything we’ve heard about him is right; and he’s just another player.”

“You’ll never know unless we go and find out,” Jenna responded.

“And if we get there and he’s an ass; we all leave,” Becca added.

“Alright, as long as you guys have my back everything will be fine.” Besides, you kept telling yourself that it was just a little crush you had on him. It would probably be over by tonight, and then in the morning, you could forget it ever happened. Yeah right, who could forget those eyes or that smile? You could, you told yourself. Especially if he ended up being a jerk the rest of the night. “So how’d things go with Derek,” you asked Jenna; changing the subject so your mind wouldn’t keep going back to Tyler.

“It was good. I think. He’s really nice. I just don’t know if he’s into me or not” she said.

“Oh, he’s into you,” Becca replied. “You could totally see it written all over his face.” The rest of the ride went by fast as you chatted about what you missed at the club. In no time the car pulled up to Tyler’s house. Your stomach felt like there were a thousand butterflies inside it.

You thanked the Uber driver as you all filed out. Mimi’s car soon pulled up behind you guys. There were tons of cars everywhere. You could hear the music coming from the back yard as you walked closer to the front door. Did you knock, or just walk in? It seemed like there were a lot of people there. Maybe you should text Tyler and tell him you were here. Just then the door opened. Some girl stumbled out the front door leaving it wide open and all of you moving out of her way. So you decided to just walk in. You kept telling yourself, that this was just a regular party; nothing special.

“Let’s go find a drink” Bryan suggested. He led the way through the house in search of the kitchen. Your eyes were on a swivel, taking everything in. The house was gorgeous. At the same time, you kept an eye out for Tyler. You took the corner to the kitchen and there he was, leaning against the island. He was looking down checking his phone. He looked up, saw you and immediately smiled. Yeah just a little crush, well maybe it was a bit bigger than you thought.

TYLER’S POV

The ride home seemed endless. Mike and his bottled blonde made out the whole way. Which only made you think about (Y/N) and how Mike had botched things up for you. You wanted to throw a bucket of cold water on him and see how he liked it. You shot a quick text to a couple of your teammates letting them know you were having people over. As you expected Mike had already told a few of them; and when you pulled in to the house the party seemed to be well on its way. You made your way inside grabbing water from the fridge. When Jamie slapped you on the back.

“Hey, I thought this was a party” he stated. Looking down at the bottle of water you were opening.

“Oh, it is. I just need to keep my head on straight.”

“And you need to do this because…” Jamie questioned. You shrugged and proceeded to tell Jamie everything that happened tonight. “She should’ve been here by now” you mentioned as you checked your watch for the third time in the last 5 minutes. “Do you think she’s not coming?” You were starting to get nervous.

“Maybe there’s traffic or the Uber driver got lost. Could be a number of things” Jamie stated back. You looked at your watch again. “You’ve really got it bad don’t you.”

It wasn’t so much a question; more of a statement. Yes, you kind of did. It was only a little amount of time that you’d spent with her but you could already tell that she was special. “Do you think I should text her?”

Jamie just laughed at you. “You need to calm down Seggy.”

You looked down at your phone debating with yourself on whether or not you should shoot her a quick text; when suddenly you felt her eyes on you. You looked up to see her smiling back at you. Your heart started to beat a little faster now that (Y/N) was in the room. Everyone else just sort of disappeared. You’re not sure how long you stood there staring at her until you heard Jamie clear his throat.

“You made it,” were the first words out of your mouth finally. “Any trouble finding the place?” God, you sounded like your mother. Why couldn’t you get your shit together around her?

“No, not at all. Considering we didn’t drive.” One of her friends, you think it was Mimi replied.

“Oh yeah right.” Jamie cleared his throat again, reminding you that he was standing next to you. “Not that I need to introduce him, but this is Jamie Benn. Jamie this is (Y/N) and….” You trailed off not quite remembering everyone’s name.

(Y/N) stepped in and helped you out. “These are my friends Jenna, Becca, Mimi, Bryan, and Derek.”

The guys went over and shook Jamie’s hand. “You want a drink or something? I’ve got pretty much anything you can think of.”

“Beer would be great,” Bryan answered. Everyone else nodding in agreement. You hadn’t seen (Y/N) drink a beer all night, so you really weren’t sure if that was ok with her.

“I was gonna grab a glass of wine if anyone would like that instead,” you offered.

“That sounds perfect,” Jenna said with (Y/N) agreeing. You quickly poured 3 glasses of wine.

“They’ve got a mean game of beer pong out by the pool going on. Anyone interested?” Jamie asked. It was a resounding yes by the group. “I could use a partner,” you heard Jamie saying to Becca. Who blushed but agreed as the group headed out to the pool.

You quickly grabbed (Y/N)’s hand holding her back from the rest of the group. “I thought maybe I could show you around. Maybe find the boys so you could meet them.”

“I’d love that.”

You kept her hand entwined with yours. As you lead her to a couple different rooms in the house. The dogs you assumed were outside. You wanted her to meet them but then you also wanted to just be alone with her.

“I’m glad you decided to come. I was getting worried you’d change your mind,” you finally admitted.

Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink as she said, “Not gonna lie I almost did, but I’m happy I didn’t.”

It was your turn to blush this time. You continued to tour the house with her. Talking about anything and everything as you went. When finally you were standing outside your bedroom, and she was leaning against the wall. It would be so easy to just maneuver her in your room and see where things went from there. But that’s not how you wanted this to go. You wanted things with (Y/N) to be different. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to jump into bed with her right this instant. It was just you wanted to get to know her better before you took the next step. So instead of leading her inside, you took her hand and said, “I think the boys will probably be outside. Let’s go find ‘em.”

There were tons of people outside, both in and out of the pool. Marshall spotted you first and made his way over. “And who are you?” (Y/N) bent down to let Marshall sniff her before she started to pet him.

“That one’s Marshall” you answered as you knelt beside her scratching his ears. “He’s the oldest. Aren’t ya boy.” Marshall licked (Y/N) on the face and she laughed. Great even your dog got to kiss her before you did. Cash came wandering over then. Seeing his brother getting attention he nudged his way over to (Y/N). She started petting him as well, both dogs fighting for her attention. “Easy Cash,” you told the black lab.

“Hi Cash,” (Y/N) cooed back at him, getting smothered by both dogs. You could tell she was loving it though.

“Awww you’re a sweet one, aren’t you Cash,” (Y/N) spoke to the dog as he laid his head on her shoulder. Your boys were sure loving her up. They better save some for you. You stood up scanning the backyard for Gerry. You saw him running full force toward you and (Y/N). He jumped right onto her. His paws going on her shoulders knocking her to ground.

“Shit! Gerry sit!” you yelled at the pup, but he paid you no mind. (Y/N) was laughing and petting Gerry while the dog had her pinned down.

“Hi Gerry,” she said in a cute puppy voice. “Are you giving me kisses? It’s nice to meet you too.” She kept up a full conversation with the dog. You reached down and grabbed Gerry’s collar pulling him back to give (Y/N) some room.

“Sorry, he still thinks he’s a puppy. That’s bad Gerry you shouldn’t jump on people,” you scolded him. Gerry for his part immediately sat down beside you, tongue hanging out, waiting for more attention from (Y/N). “Here let me help you up.”

You grabbed both of her hands and lifted her easily off the ground. Once on her feet again (Y/N) continued to pet Gerry, while Cash rubbed up against her leg seeking more attention.

“Aww you guys are so cute,” she stated.

“Thanks, they get that from their dad too.” You chimed in, causing her to chuckle.

“Oh really, I hadn’t noticed” she teased, nudging you in your side.

“Should we go check out the beer pong game, before these 3 consume your night?”

“Afraid they're stealing all the attention?” (Y/N) quipped, reaching down to give the dogs one last pat on their heads.

“Yes, damn it. Can’t have them stealing you away,” you said with a wink. You moved your hand to the small of her back to lead her over to where her friends were. “(Y/N) and I got winners.”

“Oh, we do huh?”

“Yep, we’re gonna show them how it’s done.”

Jamie and Becca won against Derek and Jenna. You reset the cups back up. “Hope you two are ready to be dethroned,” you chirped.

“Oh, it’s you two that are going down Seggy. Becca and I have this game nailed.” They high fived.

The game went on for a while, going back and forth. (Y/N) turned out to be a decent player, but you had made most of the shots. You two were high fiving and being very playful with each other even when you lost. You had one cup left and you’d be the champs. It was (Y/N)’s turn to throw. She tossed the ball in the air and it landed directly in the cup. “YES!!!” you both cheered. Her arms going up in the air to declare your victory. You grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up; twirling her around. “Nice Shot Babe!” you said as she slid down your body. She smelled like lavender mixed with alcohol and it was intoxicating to you. You didn’t want to let her go. Jamie and Becca came over to shake your hands, but you didn’t release your one arm from (Y/N)’s waist.

“Good game you guys,” Becca said. You could tell the booze was really starting to hit her as she swayed a bit; you vaguely wondered how many games they had played before you guys got there. Jamie reached out and steadied her, letting her lean on him for support. He led her over to where Mimi and Bryan were sitting so she could have a seat. Leaving you and (Y/N) alone.

“We should probably get going.” (Y/N) stated. “Everyone looks a little hammered.”

“What? No, you just got here.” You pleaded so she wouldn’t leave. You finally looked around and noticed most people had either passed out somewhere or were gone.

“Tyler, it’s like 3:30. We’ve been here for hours.”

“Really, it doesn’t feel that late. Why don’t you just stay, lots of people crash here.” She was shaking her head no before she even spoke.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s been a lot of fun though. Thanks for inviting us.” She made a move to leave. So you locked your hands behind her back keeping her trapped against you. “Tyler, I should really go.” She said half-heartedly.

“You're not allowed; at least until you tell me when I can see you again.”

“Are you asking me out on a date Mr. Seguin?”

“Why I do believe I am Ms. (Y/L/N).”

Her eyes wandered up to yours. “I don’t know…..,” she said hesitantly.

“How about tomorrow night, or tonight since its Saturday already.” You suggested. “You don’t have plans do you?”

“No I don’t,” she answered.

“Great, then I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Ok,” she agreed. “But I get to plan the date, “ she added.

“OH! Alright then.” No woman had ever offered to plan the first date for you. You were anxious to see what she had up her sleeve.

“It’s a date then,” she said as she bopped you on the nose with her finger. “I’ll text you my address later. Now I gotta get these lushes home.” She went up on her tiptoes and kissed your cheek. “Goodnight Tyler. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You reluctantly released her. “Goodnight (YN),” you sighed. With that, she grabbed her friends and headed out the door.

#Love Me Anyway Series #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction

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kaypeace21 · 6 years ago

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S3 plot predictions

Update: adding some more theories/made some slight revisions to this post, after the 2nd trailer (and us being less then a week away)

* so since we’re at the official 2 weeks mark- I decided to list all my theories I believe may happen. (X), symbol, is a link to where you can read the theory in more depth.

MAJOR PLOT PREDICITIONS

#1)Will Byers was born with powers but acquired more powers after the upside down incident – he was born a wizard but became a cleric. He was born a ‘wizard’ like his d & d character “Will the Wise” (Dustin in s1 even called El a wizard). He was taken by the mindflayer for a reason. And he later became a cleric, Clerics “get their powers from a god” (the mindflayer)- Will became a ceremorph or “flayer kin” (he’s part mindflayer). In d &d the more “wise” the cleric the more powerful they are.

Possible Powers : electro-pyrokinesis, technopathy, scrying/true sight, teleportation/shadow walking, portal manipulation … other’s i’m not sure of but he may have (astral projection, temporary super strength, invisibility)

* theory here (X)

#2) Will will have a “dark phoenix” moment at the end of s3 at the mall (X)

#3) Will and El team up to defeat the supernatural threat, and will be kidnapped at the end of the season by the U.S government. We probably won’t see him till s4, but Brenner is alive. (X)

4) Dustin and Erica (maybe Steve and Robin) use the radio tower to call in black-ops/military when things get bad. However they will be the ones that directly cause Will and El’s kidnappings. And it’s all because they (specifically Dustin & Erica) wanted to be patriots and believed in the lie of American Exceptionalism, and that their government are by default the ‘good guys’.

#5) Hopper will take a bullet for El and (probably) die . - Hopper quote will probably be a ref to s2 scene foreshadowing of his death, El catches him “I got you, you’re going to be ok”. “yeah, you got me kid”(dies).(X)

#6-9) -The smoke monster (with the MF’s sentience) was left in the real world in s2 and is still the main threat- sending creatures and spreading the ‘zombie like virus’. But the Soviets also accidentally reopen the gate, which is why the magnets stop working in town- and the soviets will be the secondary antagonists , for most of the season.

-The source of the virus will probably be the rats, and sources of water (like Lover’s lake and the pool).

-Soviet Mall: Robin discovers a dark secret- they’re quarantining/experimenting on those ‘infected’ in the mall’s basement. So Dustin, Steve, and Erica team up with her to investigate/fight.- Something weird is going on with that icecream (probably has to do with that green stuff steve was holding).But i’m not sure...

-Murray is an ex- Russian Spy, and will probably team up with Hopper and Joyce in their investigation (of the mayoral coverup of peoples disappearances). (The mayor also appears to have been bitten by a rat on the 4th of july). While Nancy & Jonathan investigate the supernatural elements of the mystery- the rest of the kids will probably be focused on the missing lifeguard, initially- until the greater mystery unfolds.

*more details of theories of 6-9 here (X)

10) Hints of a queer love triangle- between Will, Mike, and El (byler, mileven) -El dumps/fights with Mike (even if she still has feelings for him). Will is in love with Mike ( but how he feels for El may be up for interpretation). Byler and mileven fights.

Mike isn’t confirmed but is hinted as bi (like he has been for the past 2 seasons). Tension/stuff get’s awkward between the 3, until they and their friends/family come together to fight the big-bad (and they make-up_.

(Mileven might get back together) or no one ‘gets together’ romantically at the end of the season.

(X) (X) (X)

MINOR PLOT PREDICITIONS

1) Byers will struggle more financially, because of the mall, since Joyce works downtown. And it affect small town business

2)Will will struggle with his ptsd, , his self esteem/ dad-abandonment issues - as his friends and brothers drift further away from him.He also blames himself for Bob’s death. However, Max and El bond with him at one of his lowest points. - He may act out and be a bit self destructive , before making up with his friends.

3) El and Will struggle with ptsd, father issues, their powers, quiet nature, and not having proper childhoods making them feel abnormal/feeling socially isolated.

4) -Will will destroy Castle Byers (using his fire powers or something else?) during the rain storm. I just think it would be a great idea symbolically for Will to destroy it given what the castle represents (X). El might run into him in the woods after he’s destroyed castlebyers. She is seen eavesdropping on their D &D before the fight , she lives in the woods where castle byers is, and El finding him symbolically makes the most (X)

5) Billy is possessed by the MF, and he helps ‘build’ that monster for the MF to have a physical form it prefers more... (or as a henchman)? And the people who are captured are the mutated/fused bodies of those captured by possessed Billy .

6) WILL & Billy will be foils- and be paralleled and juxtaposed throughout the entire season. He’ll probably die (representing a cautionary tale of the perpetual cycle of abuse that some abuse victims can fall trap to (unlike Will, El, Max, and Jonathan).

CRACK THEORIES/Or Theories that won’t occur until s4

-I KNOW Sara Hopper is alive and a number - we probably won’t see her until s4. But if we see her in s3, she’s Robin. But it’s probably the first one, since the ages don’t quite add up. However, if it’s the latter I have an interesting theory on why she’s in Hawkins. (X)

- That Summer camp Dustin went to is more sinister than you think, we probably won’t know why until s4 (X)

-Ted Wheeler is a Soviet Spy.Probably wishful thinking (x)

- Will acts out and beats the sh*t out of hopper (because of his dad/abandonment issues),which is why his face is messed up XD . I only say this because Will’s cannon spotify playlist has a song about a boy named Willie beating the shit out of a ranger (who wears a hat) named Jim .

- Billy and the Karen dynamic, is happening because Billy’s subconsciously looking for a mother figure, like the mom he lost.

- Either the Mf chose Billy at random. Or because possessing him, gave him a direct connection to Max - and it would be beneficial (because it would give him an indirect connection to Will and El) . Just a hunch.

- Also in s1, Brenner said the demogorgan was ‘calling to her’. So if she wasn’t on his list of interest before... after she closed the gate, she got on the Mindflayer’s list of interest (along with Will). I wouldn’t be surprised if the Mindflayer views El and Will as gods of our dimension given how much stronger their psyonic abilities are compared to other human psychics (who generally only have 1- pretty weak power according to the comics/ prequel novels). And because of this they both have to team up to fight the mindflayer.

* Really curious if any of these ideas are right or at least partially right XD

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

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ask-blueeyedpops · 6 years ago

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Character INFO

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This page will give you a brief introduction to all the characters in the AU so far. It should hopefully give you a good, quick look into the character’s personality, interests and bios. More characters will be added as the story progresses.

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Jack Shurley

Species: Human (Hunter)

Personality: Jack is an innocent teenager who’s very trusting (a bit too much at times; which gets him in trouble during hunts.) He wants the best for everybody and is a very determined and hard worker.

Likes/Dislikes: Jack likes classic rock but like his dad, also likes ABBA. His favourite song is “Unopened Windows” by Set It Off.

Bio: After his mother died, Cas had raised Jack on the road. His dad constantly tried to give him a normal life – school, friends, prom – but Jack refused to accept it. He’d seen what his dad could do and wanted to help; he wanted to make sure no one else had to grow up like he did, and so Cas (reluctantly) taught Jack how to hunt. As a result, Jack has little to no friends and his dating life is nonexistent.

Castiel Shurley (Cas)

Species: Human (Hunter)

Personality: Castiel can be overly-protective but he’s also a really selfless person. At first, he can be blunt and presents a cold exterior but in reality he has a big heart and tends to think about others more than himself.

Likes/Dislikes: Cas is a bit attached to his Chevrolet Impala, but he also likes cats, board games, Twister, the band ABBA and burgers.

Bio: Cas’ dad had left him at a young age. His eldest brothers (with the exception of Gabriel) raised both him and his brother Balthazar to be hunters so that they could all search for their dad together. As Cas grew older he became tired of the hunting life and later abandoned it all together to settle down with the love of his life and his wife; Kelly Kline. Cas’ elder brothers resented him for his choice, whereas Balthazar still remained loyal and supported his younger brother. Gabriel remained neutral on the subject; the two of them are on okay terms but they didn’t contact each other much after that. Some time after giving birth to Jack, Kelly suffered a horrible death, leaving Cas to raised Jack alone.

Raphael Shurley (Ralph/Ralfe)

Species: Human (Hunter)

Personality: Ralph is creative and can be competitive, but he is also quite shy when you first meet him.. He has a vivid imagination and is very skilful at coming up with plans and solutions to problems. Ralph can be emotionally distant at times and like his brothers, won’t talk about his feelings.

Likes/Dislikes: Ralph loves any sort of art medium; he loves to express his thoughts and emotions through his art. Ralph prefers doodling when he’s emotional because it’s the quickest way to get his feelings out and he doesn’t have to bottle them up like most of his brothers do.

Bio: Ralph was loyal to his father and loved him unconditionally. But once his father went missing, he was upset, and became more emotionally distant from everyone, deciding to side with Michael and Luci. He tagged along to help his 2 older brothers search, but eventually lost hope and accepted that he most likely won’t see his father again. He still continues to help them with, what he thinks, is their “pointless quest to find dad”. Ralph is the strategist in the group; he comes up with ideas/plans to find their dad despite having lost hope. In his spare time, when he’s not busy looking for their dad, he likes to put his skills in art to use and paints.

Dean (Squirrel)

Species: Angel (Fallen)

Personality: Dean’s emotions are all over the place due to his lack of experience with handling them. Nevertheless he’s pretty hopeful and can be very faithful towards the people he holds dearest to his heart.

Likes/Dislikes: There aren’t a lot of things that Dean likes but he did have a strong attachment to his wings. Cas’ impala later catches his eye too, but nobody’s noticed that yet… at least he doesn’t think so.

Bio: Angels are normally assigned humans to watch over - people to guide and protect. Usually angels are given troubled souls to steer back onto the right path and every angel is assigned a human to watch over (with the exception of Archangels). If an angel were to fail their duty as a guardian, they'd be punished severely by being stripped of their grace and being reborn as a human. Angels lack free will and are bound to their duties. Sam and Dean found it hard to accept this hard fact and wanted free will like humans did - to be able to make their own choices. They rebelled against heaven and fell down to Earth, with Dean possessing a vessel called Jensen Winchester and Sam possessing his brother, Jared Winchester. The two of them had disposed of the guardian angels watching over Jensen and Jared prior to their possession and later went on to change their names for safety. Their current aliases are ‘Dean’ and ‘Sam’. Their real identities are unknown.

Gabriel Shurley (Gabe)

Species: Human (Hunter)

Personality: Gabriel is reserved and lonely, he’s very reluctant to talk about his feelings. Despite this, he can be quite humorous once you get to know him and he enjoys a good prank.

Likes/Dislikes: Gabriel has a big sweet tooth and loves any type of sweets or pastries. He also enjoys watching meme/vine compilations in his spare time.

Bio: Once his dad had left them, Gabriel watched his family fall apart as his brothers turned against each other. Unlike his siblings, Gabriel refused to take a side and stood in the middle during the conflict. He doesn't side with Mike (like Luci and Ralph/Ralfe did) and he doesn't side with Cas (like Balthazar did). It's because of this reason that Gabriel remained neutral when he discovered that Cas didn't want to hunt anymore after he’d married Kelly. Due to his broken family, Gabriel had a very lonely childhood and thus grew up to be reserved and closed off from everyone. He usually hunts alone and fills his time by taking jobs.

Sam (Moose)

Species: Angel (Fallen)

Personality: Sam can be oblivious, especially to passionate or strong emotions, and this is mainly due to his lack of experience with those types of feelings. He’s smart and strategic, the thinks logically but he’s also sympathetic and soft. Sam has a heart that’s as good as gold and, in contrast to his brother, empathises easily with humans.

Likes/Dislikes: Sam loves books. Literature is one of his most favourite things that has been created by humanity – he marvels at all the creative stories and logical explanations that’s been created by human minds. For some odd reason, Sam loves WiFi and WiFi loves him back too because it seems to follow him everywhere. Sam’s also grown attached to one of Cas’ older brothers; Gabriel.

Bio: (Sam’s bio is the same as Dean’s.”)

Michael Shurley (Mike)

Species: Human (Hunter)

Personality: Mike is an honest and passionate man. He’s decisive and is usually the one to take charge in most situations. Out of all the brothers, he’s the most responsible.

Likes/Dislikes: Although Mike is responsible and usually takes charge, he hates the pressure and stress that comes with making all the decisions and making sure his brothers are safe and sound. Mike loves suits, he finds them attractive and sees a certain charm in them.

Bio: Mike is the oldest amongst the siblings and idolised his father greatly - despite his many mistakes. While he wasn't Chuck's favourite like Luci was, he still adored his father and was devastated when Chuck left them. He was very young and was forced to become a father, mother, and brother to his siblings. Although it's been years since Chuck disappeared, Mike is still hopeful and determined to track him down and bring him home to his family.

Kelly Shurley (deceased)

Species: Human

Personality: Kelly was a sweet and selfless woman. She was very caring and hopeful. She had a positive outlook in life and was always full of energy. She could be reckless and impulsive at times; she would often think with her heart rather than her mind and she could be very empathetic.

Likes/Dislikes: Kelly loved to play the piano, she wasn’t amazing at it but it brought her a lot of joy. She loved her husband and son a lot and would’ve done anything to protect them. Kelly hated assembling furniture though, it took so much effort and she’d end up frustrated and fed up.

Bio: Kelly was a hunter and was introduced to the hunting life at an early age by her parents. She was working a case when she ran into Castiel, and the two eventually clicked and grew closer as friends. Continuing to run jobs, she would often call Cas for help and vice versa until they became hunting partners; and later on, they would fall for each other and get married. Cas slowly stopped taking jobs, but Kelly still worked them like usual until she found out she was pregnant with Jack. It was after that that she finally abandoned the hunting life for her child's sake, and both Cas and her lived a relatively normal life from then on.

Lucifer Shurley (Luci)

Species: Human (Hunter)

Personality: Luci is narcissistic but also bottles up a lot of his feelings. He’s the most emotional one out of the Shurley brothers but refuses to talk about his feelings; he hides them behind sarcastic remarks and his some-what twisted humour.

Likes/Dislikes: Due to his narcissistic nature, It’s no surprise that Luci loves to be praised and given attention. He also adores his Gucci flip flops.

Bio: Luci is the second oldest out of all the siblings and was Chuck's favourite amongst them. He was praised and doted as a child, which expanded his ego to the size of Jupiter. Beneath his pride and sarcastic remarks, Luci still loves Chuck a lot, despite all the doubts he may have surrounding his father and whether or not they'll ever find him. Luci deals with the gritty and bloody things that they have to do to find their dad. While he, Mike, and Ralph/Ralfe were working a job, Luci stole some Gucci flip flops, and now he wears them everywhere. Some say they've become a part of his feet, because he almost never takes them off.

Balthazar Shurley

Species: Human (Hunter)

Personality: Balthazar is sarcastic and humorous. He’s very open and flamboyant but also caring. Balthazar idolises his little brother, Castiel, for stepping up against their older brothers and for choosing his own path. Balthazar cares for Cas a lot and is willing to help him out any way he can, but he often disregards his own health and well-being because of this.

Likes/Dislikes: Balthazar loves partying and dancing; he absolutely rocks the dance floor and enjoys going out and having fun. He loves having freedom and hates it when someone tries to restrict him.

Bio: As well as being the second youngest, Balthazar is also the most open out of all the brothers - he’s the most likely to talk about his feelings. Balthazar was too young to remember anything about Chuck and only grew up in the hunting life because of his brothers. As he grew older, he became neutral on the subject of their missing father. Of course, he’s still somewhat upset because of his father’s disappearance but doesn’t express or feel as hurt about it as his other brothers do. Throughout his life, Balthazar has always admired Castiel for his rebellious nature. Balthazar’s admiration only grew after Cas stood up to their brothers when they confronted him about his decision to drop out of the family business. Currently, Balthazar seems to idolise Cas and is willing to do anything to help his brother and take care of his well-being.

#Character information #introduction

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thelazyeye · 6 years ago

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oh okay, internet famous Losers, like they're all youtubers and insta famous kids doing really different stuff around the nation, what do each of them do? who connects with who and how?

Ooff I love this idea. I used to be moderately into youtube people. Mamrie Hart anyone? She cracks me the fuck UP. Anyway this got super long so its under the cut. I hope you enjoy anon! Thanks for sending something it!!

Okay. Here we go.

Richie

is a youtube personality. Duh. He started out vlogging and his Voices and somehow his channel picked up. He writes comedy bits, does personal blogging, and tests his voices.

When he was starting out he had a bit where he was a weatherman that had multiple personalities (Voices) and it got insanely popular. He received some backlash due to the offensiveness of the bit and has since retired it, but references it from time to time to credit his fame.

Now he focuses a lot on his comedy routines and improv acting with other members of the community. He does challenges from time to time as collabs as well

People are super invested in his personal life (bc people seriously get like that with youtube people) and started speculating about his sexuality. It took him a few years to address all the rumors that he wasn’t straight and how he was probably dating this youtuber or that youtuber.

Eddie

is an LGBT Activist that has a youtube channel as well (think Laci Green but LGBT and not sex ed, though he does do sex ed work)

He got his start when he was in college. He became the president of the LGBT club. He wanted to reach a large number of students and he figured the best way to do that would be youtube

The entire club helped him out. Every week he would have another club member on the channel to talk about their sexuality and experiences

It didn’t get big at the school but he got lowkey noticed by the HRC after about 6 or 7 videos. He was contacted by a social media manager on the team to commend him on his work

From then on out he started to work harder on his videos, including more in depth information and he included links to more resources

Eventually, his videos started to rack up views from young LGBT kids thanking him for his channel

He started to collab with famous LGBT youtubers (troye sivan, hannah hart) and that’s when he really blew up

Bill

actually got his start on Vine. He mastered the art of the 6 second story and when the platform went down he migrated to youtube, snapchat, and twitter. He’s got profiles on almost every social media platform and he’s written a couple of webseries, as well.

His first webseries (pre-vine) focused on comedy. He and some college friends got together and wrote the script/acted it out. It wasn’t very big but the following for it had a cultish feel.

It blew up after he became famous on vine

After that, he started writing more webseries and partnering with other youtube actors

He wrote and completed two successful comedy webseries before he got bored of it. He decided to make the jump to horror work

Think Marble Hornets

He ended up getting a scholarship to a film school and has been working on becoming a movie director ever since

His youtube work is on a hiatus but he still posts blogs and updates of his life. He’s active on Snapchat and Twitter the most. He still does dumb, funny shit from time to time and tweets out very random jokes

Stan

is an adventure youtuber. He travels all over the world, seeking thrills and exploring nature. His videos usually have some kind of educational component but they’re always entertaining. Stan has explored the Savanah and Rain Forrests, he’s sky dived and scuba dived. He’s done a lot

He has a side channel for his love of birds because how can I not throw this in here?

When Anti semites started showing back up in the world Stan started to dedicate more of his channel, and his other platforms, to Judaism. He’s uses his popularity and fame to educate people and create awareness around the issues Jews face

As a result, he blogged his Birthright to Israel. It was a weeks worth of videos, some candids that he just uploaded on the whim, and some he took the time to edit. They were adventurous, educational, and full of his personal journey

Stan has also faced a lot of backlash for his involvement with the jewish community. He voices this in his videos. To combat the threats against him, he recruits other members of the youtube community to collab with and talk about issues. He makes it fun. He’s cooked Jewish foods, celebrated Jewish holidays, and had fun discussions with other personalities.

Bev

is a famous fashion designer and makeup artist. She got her start on Instagram, posting her designs and outfits that she created. Sh started young. Like 15 years old. As she grew up and went to school, her fashion instagram grew. People got to see her skills improve and they watched as she turned into a teenager designing clothes in her bedroom to a design student to a professional

She gives fashion tips to people and her favorite hobby is making posts that help girls and boys create fun, new, and exciting clothes out of what they already have in their closet

She firmly believes that you don’t need to have money and status to dress well. She wants fashion to be accessible.

She started a youtube channel out of request from her followers. She got a lot of comments about her makeup and she started to do makeup tutorials there (Think Sailor J)

People really started to see how funny she was, then. She would always throw little bullshit videos onto her story but this was the first time she posted video content that didn’t disappear after 24h

Her youtube is not nearly as active as her instagram. That’s where you can find all of her content

She is also a vocal activist against child abuse on her insta. She frequently donates to various organizations and she does it very publicly. She runs clothing drives for those in need and has even hosted makeover days for young girls whose families can’t afford good clothes/makeup.

She has recently expanded her fashion designs to male clothing, promoting Non Binary, Trans, and other identities in her lines. She says “Clothing has no gender” and pushes that despite advice to lay low on the issue.

Mike

is a super unlikely case of internet fame. His instagram is composed almost entirely of his farm animals. He really didn’t think he was going to get famous from it. He just loves his farm so fucking much

The first half of his internet fame just consisted of pictures and videos of his animals. Namely, his dog Mr. Chips and his cow, Barely. They were best friends and Mike posted pictures of them napping together, playing together, and helping him run the farm

Once he started to gain an unreasonable about of followers he would pepper in posts that were educational. He talked about the importance of farmers, the work that he does, and how he maintains his animals. He worked to debunk a lot of myths about farming and really promote the work that he does.

He still posts a lot of videos of him with his animals being all cute, but he uses his activism to reach large numbers of people at a single time.

He also promotes healthy eating on his instagram. He talks about balanced diets and how to moderate sweets intake.

Eventually he talks about working out (because Mike Hanlon is ripped sorry I don’t make the rules) and helps build an all around healthy lifestyle for his following. He kind of accidentally becomes a life coach of sorts. Motivation, healthy living, and cute animals.

He has no idea how it happened but he doesn’t regret a single minute of it

Ben

is a singer! This sweet old mother fucker started out on youtube when he was 16. He bought a Ukulele and started writing love songs for the girl he was pining after

We all know that one mother fucker who owed a Ukulele in high school

His voice was like velvet, though. He wasn’t popular enough for anyone to really see it so he didn’t get teased in high school for it. His first couple videos got only a handful of views

What kick started his fame is a cover video. When he decided he wanted to do an acoustic cover of Lady Gaga’s Love Game

He did it on Ukulele

It ended up being such a fun and unique cover of such a popular song that he got noticed. Like. The video fucking blew up. He ended up getting over 5 thousand views overnight and the number just kept growing

Ben ran with it. He covered other popular songs (I Kissed a Girl, Viva La Vida, So What, etc)

He blew up so hard and fast that people started to notice his original works

He got noticed by a label and signed the summer after he graduated high school

His first album was a love album because it’s Ben come on

He doesn’t have much of a social media presence after his youtube channel. He has the mandatory instagram and twitter that all famous people seem to have but they’re fairly inactive

Collabs

Richie and Bill

Richie and Bill were the first to collab with each other. Richie acted in Bill’s first webseries and it built a friendship that lasts a lifetime.

The two of them do stupid youtube challenges with each other whenever they’re in the same city

Bill used to guest on Richie’s channels and play improv games to help both of them work on their comedy. They always turn out ridiculously funny and normally involve some level of alcohol

When Bill lost his younger brother in a car accident (sorry georgie dies in like every single universe) Richie flew out to see Bill and spend time with him. The two of them filmed a vlog together where they talked about the loss and then they both donated to anti drunk driving campaigns and urged their followers to do the same and never drive drunk

Richie and Eddie

They met for the first time at vidcon when they were first starting out. Richie was already pretty big but Eddie was working on his following. They hit it off immediately and they filmed a video for Eddie’s channel that focused on Eddie debunking stereotypes surrounding the LGBT community. Richie added a tasteful comedic flair that brought in views and he taught Eddie that things don’t always need to be serious 100% of the time

They kept in loose contact after that, always meeting up at vidcon and filming a ridiculous video for Eddie’s channel

2 years later, Richie reached out to Eddie and asked him to film a video for Richie’s channel

He wouldn’t tell Eddie what it was until they were in front of the camera, but Eddie readily agreed. He loved working with Richie. He thought he was fun and witty

When they got in front of the camera Richie revealed that he was bisexual and that Eddie’s videos helped him learn about bisexuality and come to terms with it

They spent the video talking about Richie’s journey to self acceptance, why he decided to come out, and Eddie’s knowledge surrounding sexual identity development. The video ended up being 15 minutes long and had the highest comment numbers Richie had ever seen. Not every comment was positive, but he took the experience in stride and started doing little bits of advocacy here and there for his and other channels

Richie and Eddie end up dating, but not for a long, long time after that video when they’re both living in LA and well established in their youtube careers.

Bev and Mike

An unlikely combo for an unlikely youtube star! Bev and Mike do a collab that focuses on self esteem and loving yourself!

Mike gives health tips and Bev gives fashion advice, but both of them talk about the importance of self worth and how external image means nothing if you don’t love yourself first. They both talk about their own journeys.

The collab starts because Bev finds out about Mike through insta and she ends up contacting him about wool. They partner up business wise and Mike helps provide wool for her fashion line while Bev promotes his farm work.

They don’t do many intentional collabs after they one, but they do show up on each others stories and in pictures together very frequently. The two become best friends

Ben and Bev

They don’t collab. But they do get married.

They meet through the fame and bustle of L.A. Ben’s music career makes him end up at the same Gala as Bev, where they’re introduced to each other. They hit it off immediately, connecting with their childhoods and such.

They date for 3 years before Ben proposes via Flash Mob and song written just for Bev

Bev loves the song so much she insists Ben release it. It becomes a Billboard hit

Eddie and Stan

Stan finds himself in NYC where Eddie lives and he reaches out to do an educational collab on LGBT politics in the Jewish community.

He takes Eddie rock climbing and the two film the video with go pros.

Eddie is terrified at first and it makes for a funny introduction but he eventually gets his bearings and the two of them scale a cliff together, talking about issues and getting to know each other.

Stan and Richie

Eddie introduces them after the Coming Out Video.

They collab as frequently as they can

They do ridiculous shit and Stan films Richie’s commentary. Its hilarious

They have a natural chemistry and they feed off of each other. Stan didn’t know he was a funny guy until he met Richie. Then it just kind of came out of the woodwork. Richie really highlighted Stan’s eccentric sense of humor.

Everyone

Richie and Bev are childhood best friends

Eventually, they all end up meeting. They don’t really film videos with each other. Sometimes there’s a vlog that includes more than two of them but very rarely are they all in the same video at the same time.

It happened intentionally once. It was chaos. Everyone was drunk. The video had to be edited so severely that it was only 1 minute and 30 seconds

They do however show up in snapchats, insta stories, and pictures as a group. By the time they’re all 30 they’re very, very good friends

#richie tozier #eddie kasbrak #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #stan uris #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #youtuber au #headcannon #hc #my writing #this is unedited and unproofread please go easy on me #Anonymous #Em Answers #reddie

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“Wayward Hearts” Season 3 Chapter 7: A Very Supernatural Christmas

Summary: After the Devil’s Gate had been opened that fateful night in the graveyard, the hunters are forced to face a new war. Countless demons now run rampant, hungry for blood and power. It’ll take everything the three have to survive when darkness once again knocks on their door. But, with only a year before Dean’s deal comes due, Sam and Riley will stop at nothing to save him; to save their family.

Masterlist

Word Count: 10,866 (yup. this one got long)

Content Warning: language and violence

DISCLAIMER: any words or phrases in bold in the story are not my own and are credited to the writers of Supernatural.

**GIFS ARE NOT MY OWN**

The weather in Ypsilanti, Michigan would never have anyone believe it was late December. There was no chill in the air, no snow on the ground.

A little girl with blonde hair stood motionless and sad at the window as Riley and Dean spoke with her mother on the front porch. The woman had almost identical hair to her daughter and her face was worn and tired. Her husband had disappeared without a trace only days before Christmas. The family had their home fully decorated for the season. Poinsettias, a large nutcracker, wreaths, and lights lined the porch.

Through the open door, the hunters could see a large tree in the foyer of the home that twinkled as though everything was as it should be.

Posing as FBI agents, Riley and Dean questioned the mother to find out all they could about the missing man.

“So, what exactly happened, Mrs. Walsh?” Riley asked.

“Um, my daughter and I were in our beds. Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the roof and then I--I heard Mike scream.” The worried wife stared down at the ground in disbelief as tears welled in her eyes. “And now I’m talking to the FBI.”

Taking notes of the interview, Dean still took part in the questioning. “And you didn't see any of it?”

“No, he was--he was just gone. The doors were locked and my parents are the only ones with a key to the house, but they live in Florida.”

Riley could feel the woman’s agonizing concern and lost herself in her sad eyes as her empathic abilities sucked her in.

Dean scanned around the porch once more. “And no sign of forced entry?”

“That’s right.”

With his hands in his slacks, Sam walked out of the house and half-smiled at the victim’s wife. “Thanks for letting me have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh--got just about everything we need. We’re all set.”

“We’ll be in touch,” Dean added. After noticing Riley, he cleared his throat to snap her out of her trance-like state.

Immediately, it was as if she was grounded back into her body and Riley tried to compose herself. The three turned to walk down the steps with a quick nod to Mrs. Walsh.

“Agents…” the woman called out and the hunters stopped to turn back toward her. “The police said my husband might have been kidnapped. But, if that’s true, why haven’t the kidnappers called? Or--or demanded a ransom? It’s three days ‘til Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?”

Still reeling from her connection to Mrs. Walsh, Riley bit her lip trying to control her emotions. “We’re so sorry.” Moving on with the Winchesters, they all resumed their walk to the car as the woman turned to go back inside. Riley sighed heavily before saying, “Sam, please tell me you found something.”

“Stocking, mistletoe...this...” Sam replied as he pulled something out of his pocket to give to Dean.

It was a human tooth. “A tooth? Where was this?” Dean examined it more closely as Riley released her hair from its bun trying not to let it all get the best of her.

“In the chimney.”

“Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It’s too narrow.”

Riley took a deep breath as a horrible thought crossed her mind and she shared it with the boys. “Not in one piece at least.”

“Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney--”

“We need to find out what dragged him up there,” Sam said finishing his brother’s sentence.

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In their motel room, Sam sat at his computer researching while Riley pinned their printed pictures, lore, local history and more up on the walls. The wallpaper was a dark beige with ivy plants covering it, so she was happy to cover some of it up.

Dean walked into the room carrying a brown paper bag. “So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?”

“Oh, yeah,” Riley replied sarcastically. “We’re looking for Dick Van Dyke.”

As he put down the bag, Dean looked back at her in confusion. “Who?”

Sam smiled at his question and tried to help him. “...Mary Poppins?”

“Who’s that?”

Riley and Sam shared a look of humor before the Winchester chuckled. “Oh come on--never mind,” he said giving up on the pointless conversation with a wave of his hand.

“Sam, remind me to make this guy watch a Disney movie at some point,” Riley teased as she pinned up pictures of what looked like different types of demons.

Ignoring their encounter, Dean went back on topic as he went to greet Riley with a quick kiss. “Well, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month.”

“Another guy got pulled up his chimney?”

“Don’t know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof.” Dean took off his jacket and shrugged before Sam and Riley gestured the same in response. “So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with?”

“Actually, Rye and I have an idea.”

“Yeah?”

Finally finishing her task, Riley joined Sam at the table and smirked at Dean. “You’re gonna think it’s crazy.”

“What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to me?”

Sam and Riley both chuckled before the Winchester smiled up at his brother. “Um...evil Santa.”

Dean paused and then nodded in agreeance. “Yeah, that’s crazy.”

“Yeah…I mean, I’m just saying that there’s some version of the anti-Claus in every culture.” Sam pointed to some of their findings on the table and Dean took them to get a closer look. “You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter. Whatever you want to call it, there’s all sorts of lore.”

“Saying what?”

“Well,” Riley started as she looked down at her notes. “Some of it says that back in the day, Santa had a brother--that he went dark-side though and he also shows up around Christmas time. But, this guy didn’t bring you goodies, he punished you for being on the naughty list basically.”

“By hauling their ass up chimneys?”

“That’s just some of it, but yeah.”

“So, this is your theory, huh? Santa’s shady brother? I mean, Santa doesn’t have a brother. There is no Santa.”

Sam scoffed before replying, “yeah, I know. You’re the one who told me that in the first place, remember?” He looked at Dean who glanced down almost looking like he felt guilty. “Yeah, you know what, we could be wrong. I mean,” Sam sighed as he shut his laptop. “We gotta be wrong.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” When his partners looked at him quizzically, Dean grabbed some papers with his own findings. “I did a little digging. Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched.”

“Where?”

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A beat-up sign reading, ‘Welcome to Santa’s Village’ hung over the entryway of a large lot. Inside, Christmas music played as employees wandered around in cheesy costumes of elves, reindeer, and snowmen. Cheap lights hung from a red building labeled, ‘Elves Station’ and evergreen trees were being sold toward the back.

Children were running around playing as if the cheap lot was a magical Winter Wonderland.

The three walked in and they all glanced in different directions before Dean said, “You know, all this Christmas talk? I think we should have one.”

“Have one what?” Sam asked.

“A Christmas.”

With a surprised look, Riley replied, “really? I mean, we haven’t done one before.”

“No, thanks,” the younger brother scoffed through a chuckle.

“No, we’ll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little, Sammy. But, this time…” Dean said with a smile before putting an arm around Riley, “it’ll be the three of us.”

“Dean, those weren’t exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know.”

“What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases.”

Sam’s face fell as he grew slightly more serious. “Whose childhood are you talking about?”

All of a sudden, Riley felt Sam’s energy change. There was a sadness in him that felt old and like it had always been ingrained in him. She tried to focus on him, hoping she could understand.

Stopping mid-walk, Dean turned to his little brother. “Oh, come on, Sam.”

“No! Just…no.”

Dean looked surprised and somewhat shocked as he turned with Riley to keep going. “Alright, ya fuckin’ Grinch.”

As they both walked away, Sam stood still. His attention went to a small, almost cartoon-like, reindeer statue and he looked uncomfortable.

Riley glanced over her shoulder to watch her brother with curiosity.

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Broken Bow, Nebraska

Christmas Eve, 1991

On a thick television set, in a worn motel room, reindeers pulled Santa’s sleigh across the sky. It was the movie ‘A Year Without Santa Clause’.

The walls were cracked, left uncared for for years with filthy carpet to match. It smelt of mothballs and the takeout the boys had gotten since John left.

An eight-year-old Sam sat on the floor in front of the set, wrapping a gift in newspaper. Dean, no more than twelve-years-old, stood looking out the front window watching the snow fall.

The older brother noticed Sam and turned to ask, “what is that?”

“A present for Dad.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, right. Where’d you get the money? Steal it?”

“No. Uncle Bobby gave it to me to give to him--said it was real special.” As Sam continued to wrap his gift, Dean sat next to him on the couch and began to read a magazine. The little Winchester looked up with a face of worry. “Dad’s gonna be here, right? It’s Christmas.”

“He knows and he’ll be here. Promise.”

“Where is he anyway?” As young children do, Sam had so many questions. And with John gone, the only one to answer them was his big brother, Dean.

Dean hated when Sam got curious about their lives. Not because he found it annoying as much as he was running out of lies to tell him. “On business.”

“What kind of business?”

“You know that,” Dean replied with a worried look as he fumbled through the car magazine in his hands. “He sells stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Stuff.”

“Nobody ever tells me anything,” Sam said sadly.

Rolling his eyes, Dean stood with a huff and walked back towards his bed. “Then quit asking.”

The bed was covered in garbage and food-wrappers and Dean shoved it off to make room for himself. He sat down and continued to browse the publication.

Sam kneeled on the couch to lean on the back of it and looked at his brother. “Is Dad a spy?”

“Mm-hmm,” Dean snarked. “He’s James Bond.”

“Why do we move around so much?”

It was around that time that Dean was beginning to get frustrated with the barrage of questions. “’Cause everywhere we go, they get sick of your face.”

“I’m old enough, Dean. You can tell me the truth.”

Dean looked up to meet Sam’s gaze. ”You don’t wanna know the truth. Believe me.”

“Is that why we never talk about…Mom?” Sam asked meekly.

Dean immediately tossed the magazine away in anger and stood up before yelling. “Shut up! Don’t you ever talk about Mom, ever!” Grabbing his jacket, he went for the door.

Little Sam was scared to be alone and cried out, “wait, where are you going?”

“Out.” Slamming the door behind him, Dean disappeared into the snowy night.

Sam sat in silence with a look of brokenness in his eyes, Alone and confused, the young Winchester peered back at the holiday special on TV. He wondered if there would ever be a year that he could have a real Christmas like the other kids; one where he felt the magic of the holidays and not the loneliness of a dusty motel room.

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The memory had taken Sam back to a time he had long wished to forget. His childhood was painful, and it made him resentful of the holidays. Maybe, had John been around, things would have been different. Or maybe the drinking would have only made it worse. In the end, Sam realized it didn’t matter which way things had gone; he and Dean would always end up right where they were.

Dean had already looked around with Riley and they had made it back to where they had left Sam. “You’d think with the ten fuckin’ bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow.”

“Wait,” Riley interjected. “We spent thirty bucks to get into the saddest North Pole ever? What a ripoff.”

Sam pulled himself from his memories without hearing either of them. “What?”

Those feelings Riley was picking up on earlier were still there if not stronger. Her brother was hurting and she knew it, but there was no way he’d tell Dean. So, Riley reached out for Sam to whisper into his thoughts. “What’s going on, Sam? You okay?”

As he heard her voice in his mind, his eyes went for hers. “Yeah...I’m good.” His tone was sad and flat, only she decided not to push with Dean around.

“So, what are we looking for, again?” Dean asked, not knowing of their private conversation.

“Um…” Sam looked around the lot and tried to forget it all. “Lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets.”

“Great. So, we’re looking for a pimp Santa. Why the sweets?”

Riley gave Dean a knowing look. “Well, if you smell like candy, the kids will come flocking, ya know?”

“That’s creepy.” Dean’s comment brought out a chuckle from his partners. “How does this thing know who’s been naughty and who’s been nice?”

“No clue.”

The family had continued on only to see a man wearing a Santa costume sitting outside a small barn. It was poorly decorated to appear as if it belonged in the North Pole with nearly no children in line to meet Santa.

Sitting on a red chair, was ‘Santa’. His voice was gruff and he didn’t even wear the beard properly as it hung beneath his chin.

There was nothing about him that didn’t make the hunters feel uncomfortable and their faces showed it. Sam, Riley, and Dean watched as a little boy sat on Santa’s lap.

“You been a good boy this year? ‘Cause Santa’s got a special gift for you,” the man cackled creepily, causing the boy’s mom to grab his arm and pull him away from the disgusting Santa.

Riley scrunched her face feeling the discomfort in the air. “Ugh. Please don’t tell me that Pervy Santa isn’t our guy.”

An adorable young woman with brunette hair and dressed as an elf went to the hunters with a smile on her face. “Welcome to Santa’s court. Can I escort your child to Santa?”

“Uh…” Sam uttered awkwardly.

“No. No. Uh--but actually my brother here…” Dean smiled as he put his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “...it's been a lifelong dream of his.”

Riley could suddenly hear the girl’s thoughts and they made her chortle through her nose.

“What is wrong with this freak?” Finally speaking out loud, the elf turned to Sam with an uneasy look. “Uh--sorry. No kids over...uh--twelve.”

“No, he’s just kidding,” Sam tried to fix what his brother had done only to make it worse. “We only came here to watch.”

The elf looked at Dean who just shook his head and she hurried away. “Ew.”

Sam groaned to himself before he yelled out to her as she walked away. “I--I didn’t mean that we came here to wa--we--” He glared at Dean who was laughing. “Thanks a lot, Dean. Thanks for that.”

“Really, Sam…” Riley teased. “They’re children.”

Dean high-fived her at her joke and Sam just rolled his eyes.

When she looked back up at the Santa, he was leaving his chair, walking with a bad limp. “Uh--you guys seeing this?”

The man slowly passed the hunters, their eyes never leaving him.

“A lot of people walk with limps, right?” Sam shrugged.

“Tell me you didn’t smell that. That was candy, man.”

Wafting the smell away from her face, Riley shook her head with a look of disgust. “Ugh. More like cherry schnapps...or Ripple.”

Dean chuckled as he replied, “well, you might be right. But we willing to take that chance?”

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That night, inside the Impala, Riley and the Winchesters sat in front of a trailer near the woods. There was a small string of colored Christmas lights lining the roof with a fir tree directly next to the old car parked out front.

Leaning on the driver’s door, Dean yawned through his words. “What time is it?”

“Same as the last time you asked. Here…” Sam reached from the backseat to hand Dean a thermos. “Caffeinate.”

Dean took the canister from him and tried to pour coffee into his cup. The thermos was completely empty and the older brother groaned. “Wonderful.”

As she too yawned, Riley had been staring at the man’s house. Without looking away she asked, “kinda reminds you of the van you were told to stay away from as a kid, huh?”

Both of the Winchesters laughed before silence fell over the car.

Dean smiled and scoffed as he shifted to face Sam. “Hey, Sam. Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?”

“Dean…” Sam groaned under his breath.

“I mean, I admit it. You know, we had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids…”

“Bumpy?”

“That was then. We’ll do it right this year.”

“Look, Dean. If you want to have Christmas, knock yourself out. Just don’t involve me.”

Dean looked at his brother in disbelief before he glanced over to Riley. “Fine. Guess it’ll just me and Rye making the cranberry molds.”

Unsure of why Dean had been so adamant about having Christmas, Riley could only half smile at his offer.

As they returned to watching the house, the filthy Santa from earlier stood in his window. Still in his red cap, but in a dirty and stained white tank top, he looked outside before closing his curtains.

“What’s up with Saint Nicotine?” Dean asked.

The sound of a woman shouting came from inside the trailer and the three jumped out of the car. Running toward the house, they drew their guns and readied themselves at the door.

Sam let out a breathy chuckle making Dean turn to him. “What?”

“Nothing,” the young Winchester answered. “It’s just that, uh--well, you know, Mr. Gung Ho Christmas might have to blow away Santa.”

Dean gave his brother an annoyed look while Riley tried to hide the smirk crawling up her face.

Quickly opening the door, they all went inside but stopped in their tracks as they looked around. Santa was sitting on the couch, holding a giant bong and a bottle of whiskey. He stood and the hunters quickly hid their guns.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” the Santa slurred in his drunken stupor.

Their eyes all went to the old TV set that was playing a cheap Christmas porno.

“Why don’t you mistle my toe? Roast my chestnut--egg my nog…”

Trying to control their urge to laugh, Sam just shrugged at the man without an answer to his question.

Riley suddenly had an idea and began to sing. “Silent night, holy night…” She nudged the boys who began to sing terribly along. Neither knew the words and were completely tone deaf.

“All is well…all is dry. Round and round…” Sam and Dean tried to sing along and stumbled as they failed to match Riley’s lyrics. “...the table.”

Though they sounded like a train wreck, Santa sat down to watch them and grinned with amusement.

Riley’s hands both reached for the brothers’ jackets as she tugged them towards the door with a smile on her face. She kept singing as Sam and Dean stumbled out with her.

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After another man had been taken from his home, the hunters had gone to the new victim’s house. It too was fully decorated and full of the Christmas spirit aside from the crying wife. Sam, Dean, and Riley were dressed in their suits as they interviewed the woman.

“So, that’s how your son described the attack?” Dean questioned. “Santa took daddy up the chimney?”

The woman had curly dirty-blonde hair with a large bruise over her right eye. “That’s what he says, yes.”

“And where were you?”

“I was asleep and all of a sudden…” she sniffled and her eyes were cast down as they darted back and forth at the memory. “I was being dragged out of bed, screaming.”

Trying not to get sucked into the emotions of yet another grieving wife, Riley focused on her breathing as she had trouble getting her question out. “Mrs.--Mrs. Caldwell, did, uh--did you happen to see your attacker?”

She shook her head and folded her arms. “It was dark and he hit me. He knocked me out.”

Riley swallowed hard, still fighting her empathic abilities. “I’m so sorry.”

“Mrs. Caldwell,” Sam started as he looked above her. “Where--where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?”

Dean and Riley turned to where he had pointed as did Mrs. Caldwell who stood dumbfounded.

“Excuse me?”

The others stared at Sam waiting for an answer but the Winchester just smiled and shrugged, feeling embarrassed. “Just curious, you know.”

After the interview had finished, the three walked through the overly decorated front yard of the home. There were twig shaped reindeer, lit up trees, and angels that glowed.

“Wreaths, huh?” Dean’s eyebrow hooked as he glanced to Sam. “Sure you didn’t want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer.”

Sam scoffed. “We’ve seen that wreath before, Dean.”

They had reached Baby when Riley stopped and turned to Sam. “You’re right.”

“He is?” Dean asked in surprise.

“Yeah. We saw the exact one at the Walshes’.”

Dean nodded, faking his knowledge of their findings. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. I was just testing you guys.”

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Riley was at the small kitchenette sink of their motel room making a pot of coffee while Dean went over more lore at the coffee table. Sam walked around the room with his phone to his ear as he wrapped up his call with Bobby.

“Yeah, alright. Well, keep looking, would you? Thanks, Bobby.” Sam hung up with a sigh and went back to the table to sit in front of his laptop. “Well…we’re not dealing with the anti-Claus.”

“Really?” Riley asked as she brought Sam a fresh cup of coffee.

“Thanks,” he said with a smile. “But, uh--yeah. Bobby says we’re fucking morons.” Sam chuckled and the others smirked knowing that was typical Bobby. “He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths.”

“Wow. Amazing,” Dean answered flatly and sarcastically. “What the fuck is meadowsweet?”

“It’s pretty rare and it’s probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore.”

Dean tilted his head up to kiss Riley as she gave him his mug. “So, pagan lore?”

“Yeah. See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifice. It was kind of like a...chum for their gods. Gods were drawn to it and they’d stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human.”

As Riley sat next to Dean, she blew to cool her hot beverage. “But with Christmas wreaths? Why?”

“It's not as crazy as it sounds. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is pagan.”

“Christmas is Jesus’s birthday,” Dean rebutted.

With her boots kicked off, Riley sat crisscrossed as she sipped her coffee. She made a sound of disagreement through her drink. “Actually, Jesus was probably born during the fall. The winter solstice festival was co-opted by the Catholics and rebranded as ‘Christmas’. And it’s kind of the whole shebang--the Yule log, the tree, even the fat man’s red suit--all leftovers from pagan worship.”

Sam nodded with an impressed look and Dean appeared slightly taken back. “Sometimes I forget how fuckin’ smart you are. But, come on, what are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny’s Jewish?” Riley smiled as Dean scooted closer to put his hand on her thigh. “So, Sam, you think we’re gonna dealing with a pagan god?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied. “Probably Hold Nickar, god of the winter solstice.”

“And all these Martha Stewart wannabes, buying these fancy wreaths…”

“Yeah, it’s pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying ‘come kill us’.”

Still sipping at her drink, Riley’s brow hooked. “Damn. Not even your Christmas décor is safe.”

The younger brother scrolled through the webpage and scoffed a laugh under his breath. “Huh. When you sacrifice to Hold Nickar, guess what he gives you in return?”

“Lap dances, hopefully,” Dean joked as Riley smiled with a soft chuckle.

“Mild weather.”

Dean looked out the window saying, “like no snow in the middle of December in the middle of Michigan.”

“For instance.”

“Okay, so the question is how to the hell do we kill it?”

“Don’t know. Bobby’s working on that right now. We got to figure out where they’re selling those wreaths.”

Sitting up to look at Sam, Riley asked, “wait, do we think someone’s selling these on purpose? Basically feeding this thing?”

With a heavy exhale Sam shrugged. “Let’s find out.”

------

The bell above the door jingled as Sam, Riley, and Dean walked into a small Christmas shop. ‘Deck the Halls’ was playing and the entire store was covered from wall to wall in decorations. It smelt of wood and cinnamon with hints of pine.

An older gentleman in glasses and white hair stood behind a glass counter. “Can I help you, kids?”

“Uh--hope so,” Dean answered with a grin. “Uh--we were playing Jenga over at the Walshes’ the other night, and, uh--well,” the older brother gestured to Sam. “He hasn’t shut up since about this Christmas wreath, and…” Looking at Sam, he shot him a teasing look. “I don’t know, you tell him.”

Sam’s annoyance with his brother was hard to contain as he replied, “...sure.” He cleared his throat and turned to the shopkeeper before giving him a tight-lipped smile. “...it was yummy.”

“I sell a lot of wreaths, guys.” The man looked at the three while curious and unsure.

“Right, right, but--but you see, this one would have been really special. It had, uh, it had, uh--green leaves, um...white buds on it. It might have been made of, uh…meadowsweet?”

The shopkeeper sighed. “Well, aren’t you a fussy one?”

Sam looked frustrated and embarrassed but Riley and Dean tried to control their laughter before Dean told the shopkeeper, “oh, he is…”

As he laughed, Sam’s eyes sat on his brother with frustration.

“Anyway, I know the one you’re talking about. I’m all out.”

Realizing that Dean was going to make the trip mostly about giving Sam a hard time, Riley butted in. “Isn’t meadowsweet pretty rare? I mean, it’s gotta be expensive. What made you want to make wreaths out of it?”

“Well, I didn't make them.”

“Oh, uh--who did?”

“Madge Carrigan--a local lady. She said the wreaths were so special, she gave them to me for free.”

“Wait...she didn’t charge you for them?”

“Nope.”

Riley looked at the man with skepticism. “So...you gave them away?”

“Hell no,” the shopkeeper scoffed. “It’s Christmas. People pay a butt-load for this crap.”

With a smile and a nod, Dean added, “that’s the spirit.”

------

Dean flicked on the light of their room as the three walked back inside. “How much do you think a meadowsweet wreath would cost?”

“A couple hundred dollars, at least,” Sam answered.

The family all took off their jackets to put them on the couch before going to sit on their beds.

Riley leaned down and began to unlace her boots. “This lady is just handing out expensive wreaths like that? I mean, definitely sounds suspicious.”

With another happy memory hitting Dean, he smiled and turned to Sam. “Remember that wreath Dad brought home that one year?”

Sam’s brow scrunched not understanding Dean’s joy in the recollection. “You mean the one he stole from, like--a liquor store?”

“Yeah,” he beamed with a smile from ear to ear. “It was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great. I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it.”

Sighing to himself, Sam shook. “Alright. Dude…what’s going on with you?”

“What?”

“I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want Christmas so bad?”

Riley scooted back to rest against the headboard with her knees bent. “You gonna tell us why you’ve been so against it, Sam? I’ve been feeling it ever since we got on this case. Did things just kinda suck during the holidays when you were a kid?”

“No, that has nothing to do with it.”

Digging even further, Dean questioned, “then what?

“I--I mean, I--I just...I don’t get it. You haven’t talked about Christmas in years.”

Dean paused before shrugging. “Well, yeah. This is my last year.”

Silence fell over the room as Sam and Riley’s hearts sank at the realization.

Riley wondered how she could have not remembered that Dean wouldn’t be around for any more of their Christmases It was then that Riley knew how deeply in denial she was over his time being nearly up. She could feel the tears forming and she cleared her throat before practically jumping off the bed. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Before Dean could say anything, Riley hurried off to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Quickly, she turned on the shower and began to cry. The hunter leaned against the wall before sliding down to the floor. She put her hand over her mouth to stifle her cries and began to sob.

That Christmas would just serve as a reminder that the memories they had already made, would be all they would ever get.

Sam and Dean sat in the quiet, not sure what to say.

That’s when Sam looked up to Dean as he tried to hide the pain he was in. “I know it’s your last, Dean. That’s why I can’t do it.”

“What do you mean?”

The young hunter’s eyes grew red and welled. “I mean I can’t just sit around, drinking eggnog, pretending everything’s okay when I know next Christmas you’ll be dead.” Dean only nodded at what Sam had said. “To be honest, I don’t know if Riley can either. Dean, I--I just can’t.”

Realizing the sadness in Sam’s voice, Dean nodded once again and dropped the subject. With no words left to say, Sam and Dean sat on their beds with their heads hung; Christmas lights twinkling through the window.

------

Christmas Eve 1991

Sam sat on the couch reading a comic book as the snow outside the window continued to fall. He turned to the sound of the door opening as Dean walked inside with a bag of groceries.

“Thought you went out.”

“Yeah, to get you dinner.” Dean tossed his little brother a bag of food. “Don’t forget your vegetables,” he added with a smile as he threw him a bag of Funyuns. Dean took off his jacket and sat down on his bed before opening a soda can.

Determined to be done with the secrets, Sam sat across from Dean. “I know why you keep a gun under your pillow.”

Dean lifted his pillow to make sure his little brother hadn’t taken his pistol to see it unmoved. “No, you don’t. Stay out of my stuff.”

“And I know why we lay salt down everywhere we go.”

“No, you don’t.” Though Dean sounded angry, it was worry. Sam couldn’t know the truth yet, he wasn’t ready to know. “Shut up.”

Sam turned around and grabbed something from underneath his bed. It was a leather book and the Winchester tossed it onto the nightstand between their beds. It was John’s journal.

Standing up, almost in shock that Sam had the book, Dean stared down at his brother. “Where’d you get that? That’s Dad’s! He’s gonna kick your ass for reading that.”

The littlest Winchester met his brother’s gaze without fear. “Are monsters real?”

“What? You’re crazy.”

“Tell me.”

Dean bit his lip in uncertainty and hesitation. He glanced down at the book and then back to Sam. “I swear, if you ever tell Dad I told you any of this, I will end you.”

“Promise.”

As the older brother sat back down, he sighed and rubbed his thighs nervously. “Well, the first thing you have to know is we have the coolest dad in the world. He’s a superhero.”

“He is?” A small smile grew on Sam’s face.

“Yeah. Monsters are real--Dad fights them. He’s fighting them right now.”

“But Dad said the monsters under my bed weren’t real.”

Dean half-laughed at the thought. “That’s ’cause he had already checked under there. But, yeah, they’re real. Almost everything’s real.”

With the innocent eyes of an eight-year-old boy, Sam asked, “...is Santa real?”

Smiling and shaking his head, Dean replied, “no.”

There was a pause as Sam grew sad and his head fell. It was at that moment that Sam’s innocence was gone. Though he didn’t know it, in listening to his brother that night, Sam’s life changed forever. “If monsters are real, then they could get us. They could get me.”

“Dad’s not gonna let them get you.”

“But what if they get him?”

“They aren’t gonna get Dad. Dad’s, like...the best.”

“...I read in Dad’s book that they got Mom.”

Dean exhaled sharply not sure what to say. “It’s complicated, Sam.”

His little brother’s voice broke as his fear and anxiety grew. “If they got Mom, they can get Dad. And if they get Dad, they can get us.”

“It’s not like that.” Dean got up to sit next to Sam on his bed, trying to comfort him as best he could. “Okay? Dad’s fine. We’re fine. Trust me.” Still seeing the fear in his little brother’s eyes, Dean put a hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam whispered as he looked away to hide the tears growing in his eyes.

“Hey, Dad’s gonna be here for Christmas. Just like he always is.”

With his lip trembling, Sam refused to face his brother. ashamed of his tears. “I just want to go to sleep, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Dean’s voice was soft with guilt. He had dreaded the day that he would have to ruin Sam’s childhood and it weighed heavily on him.

Sam laid down on the bed and cried quietly to himself but Dean never left his side. “It’ll all be better when you wake up.”

Trying to be quiet, Sam began to sob.

“You’ll see, Sam. ...promise.”

------

Cheery Christmas music played on the outside of a large white house with decorations everywhere. A lit up snowman, a sleigh, poinsettias, lights, and bells filled the yard and porch.

As the hunters got out of the Impala, they walked up the concrete path to the brick entrance.

“This is where Mrs. Wreath lives, huh? Can’t you just feel the evil pagan vibe?” Dean snarked before using the brass knocker on the door. With every click, jingle bells clanked from the strip of bells hanging from the handle.

A woman most likely in her late 60’s opened the door with a cheerful grin on her face. “Yes?” She was in an old fashioned pink dress with a white cardigan and matching pearls. Her hair was curled and set, pinned from her face.

“Hi,” Riley began with a smile. “We were hoping you were the Madge Carrigan that made all those beautiful meadowsweet wreaths.”

“Why, yes I am.” Madge’s voice was sweet and full of high spirits.

“Oh, great! We actually were all admiring one of your wreaths at the Sylar’s place the other day.”

As Riley continued to sweet talk Mrs. Carrigan, Dean tried to peer into the home.

Inside looked like the Santa himself lived there. There were countless collectibles, adornments of holly, a large gingerbread house on the table, and garland up the staircase. The strong smell of evergreen and freshly baked cookies wafted out the door.

“You were? Well, isn't that meadowsweet just the finest-smelling thing you ever smelled?”

Sam nodded in agreeance. “It is, it sure is. But, the problem is, is that all you wreaths had sold out before we got the chance to buy one.”

“Oh, fudge!”

“You wouldn’t have another one that we could buy from you, would you?” Dean asked.

“Oh, no, I’m afraid those were the only ones I had for this season.”

Riley glanced up at the boys with a look of disappointment. “Oh, darn it,” she feigned.

Mr. Carrigan came down the staircase in a cardigan with an old-fashioned pipe. He stood by his wife and smiled. The two of them looked far too picture-esque as if they had just time traveled from the 1950’s.

“What's going on, honey?” The man’s voice was just as upbeat and cheery as Madge’s.

She turned to him, her smile never falling. “Well, just some nice kids asking about my wreaths, dear.”

“Oh, the wreaths are fine. Fine wreaths. Oh, care for some peanut brittle?” Mr. Carrigan held out a small red tin filled with sweet treats.

As Dean reached out to take some, Riley slapped Dean’s hand away. “Thank you so much, but we’re okay.”

-------

Dean and Riley’s knives worked to sharpen wooden stakes as they sat on the beds. Five other wooden stakes sat at their feet and on the beds beside them.

In front of his laptop, Sam kept researching until he clapped his hands in a moment of excitement at what he found.

“I knew it! Something was way off with those two.”

“I’m assuming that means you found something.” Riley dusted the wood shavings off her pants and onto the carpet below.

“The Carrigans lived in Seattle, last year, where two abductions took place right around Christmas. They moved here in January. All that Christmas shit in their house--that wasn’t boughs of holly. It was vervain and mint.”

She nodded. “Oof. That screams Pagan.”

“Really?” Dean asked. “‘Cause to me it sounds like the beginning of a well-seasoned recipe.”

“I gotta tell you guys, I wasn’t picking up on anything from them. Literally, nothing. That doesn’t usually happen unless we’re talking about something that isn’t human.”

“So, what, Ozzie and Harriet are keeping a pagan god hidden underneath their plastic-covered couch?”

“I don’t know. All I know is we gotta check them out.” Closing his laptop, Sam got up to inspect one of the stakes. “So, what about Bobby? He’s sure evergreen stakes will kill this thing, right?

Blowing off the dust from her last wooden creation, Riley looked at the sharp end of the stake. “Yup. Time to put down Mr. and Mrs. Christmas with a Christmas tree. Huh,” she paused. “That’s a weird sentence.”

------

Outside the Carrigan house once again, that night, the family stood on the front porch as Dean picked the lock. Riley and Sam kept the lookout and took stakes out of the older brother’s bag as ‘O Come All Ye Faithful’ played into the quiet neighborhood from the porch’s speakers.

Once inside, the hunters quietly moved through the house and into the family room. The Carrigan’s large tree sat in front of their main window;=, its lights lit as if waiting for Santa.

Dean pointed to the couch and whispered, “see? Plastic.” He shook his head disapprovingly and the others gave a judgmental look as well as they touched it.

Riley could hear Dean’s thought as Sam walked a little ahead. “Jesus. Can you imagine having sex on this couch?”

Trying not to giggle, Riley replied, “oh, yeah. Think of how much your ass would stick to that thing.”

There were times where Riley being in Dean’s head still took him by surprise. He turned in her direction with a shake of his head as he mouthed, ‘no thank you’.

In the hall, Sam tried to keep his heavy boots quiet. He was surrounded by ornaments and snow globes as he walked into the kitchen. Plates filled with cookies, cakes, and other sweets lined the table.

To his right, Sam saw a door that led out of the kitchen and most likely into the basement. He clicked on his flashlight to point it at the lock to look more closely. It was open.

“Guys…” he whispered.

Slowly, the hunters headed down the stairs, all with their flashlights shining in front of them. As Dean pointed his directly forward, he saw bones covered in blood sitting in a large bowl. Riley and the brothers looked around and realized the entire basement looked like a butchery room rather than a storage space. Blood, bones, and what looked like metal devices to inflict torture were strewn about the floor and countertops.

A pair of bloody Santa boots and the matching bag, smelt of death as they sat on a box in the corner.

Sam had stumbled upon what looked like an electric wood saw with pieces of cut bone left behind. He scrunched his face in disgust with a groan before moving on.

Nearby, Riley found a bag hanging from a hook on the wall. It was bloody and her curiosity drew her in. As she reached out to touch it, she gasped as the bag began to move with muffled cries. Someone was inside struggling to get free.

Riley jumped at the movement and sensed someone behind her. There was Madge. The woman grabbed Riley’s neck and lifted her off the ground. Softly yelping in surprise, Riley clutched at the hand around her throat.

“Riley!” Sam and Dean shouted in unison hearing her cry as they charged in her direction.

Pushing Riley up against a wall, Madge slammed Riley’s head hard into the brick, letting her drop to the ground. The evil woman slinked back into the shadows just as the brothers rushed around the large basement.

Their lights lit up the way ahead of them, showing Riley lying on the ground and not moving.

Before Sam and Dean could reach her, Mr. Carrigan grabbed Sam’s arm and knocked his head against the wall.

Dean turned at the sound, “Sam!”

At that same moment, a large 2x4 was swung at Dean’s head by Mrs. Carrigan.

With all the hunters down on the ground, the couple smiled.

------

The pagan’s kitchen was lit with candles next to several mortar bowls, knives, and hardware tools. Both Sam and Dean were tied to chairs back to back.

Once finally fully alert, but unable to see his siblings, Sam softly called, “Dean...Rye? You okay?”

Dean groaned as he pulled his head up. “I think so. Where’s Riley?”

“Over here…” Riley replied.

The two looked over toward the sound of her voice to see her to a chair as well that sat firmly against the wall.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

“Aside from the pounding headache, yeah.” Her eyes squinted as she looked over to them.

Sam sighed. “So, I guess we’re dealing with Mr. and Mrs. God. Nice to know.”

Dressed in colorful Christmas-themed sweaters, the Carrigans walked into the kitchen practically beaming seeing the hunters awake.

“Speaking of the Yuletide douchebags…”

“Ooh, and here we thought you three lazybones were gonna sleep straight through all the fun stuff.” Madge giggled as she scurried across the floor to get things from the shelf.

Overly sarcastic no matter what the situation, Dean replied, “and miss all this? Nah, we’re partiers”.

“Isn’t he a kick in the pants, honey?” Mr. Carrigan stared down at them as he took a puff from his pipe. “You’re hunters, is what you are.”

“And you’re pagan gods. So, why don't we just call it even, and go our separate ways?”

Mr. Carrigan laughed. “What, so you can bring more hunters and kill us? I don’t think so.”

Frustrated as he pulled against his restraints, Sam tried to look over his shoulder to leer at the couple. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you went snacking on humans, now, huh?”

“Oh now, don’t get all wet.”

Madge unfolded dinner napkins and began placing them in the hunters’ laps. “Oh, why, we used to take over a hundred tributes a year and that’s a fact. Now, what do we take? What, two? Three?”

“Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew here make five.”

“Now, that’s not so bad, is it?”

Riley was still slightly spinning from the blow to the head but managed to keep her usual level of snark. “Wow, well we were just all wrong about you, weren’t we? I mean--you guys are practically Ward and June Cleaver.”

“You, little miss…” Mr. Carrigan said pointing his pipe at the blue-eyed hunter. “You better show us a little respect.”

“Or what? You’ll eat me?”

The husband laughed heartily as he looked back at Riley. “Well, you know, the missus and I have always felt it best to use men for the rituals. That’s just how it’s always been. But you…” Mr. Carrigan walked closer to Riley who had anger in her eyes. “We figured we might make an exception. Because you’re not completely human are you? No, you’re something special--something… what’s the word I’m looking for, dear?” he asked his wife.

Madge grinned as she continued to set up. “Well, she’s practically a rare delicacy isn’t she?”

“A delicacy. Spot on, dear.” Turning back to Riley, he still practically twinkled with joy. “And I’m betting what you would add to the mix would be just top notch, don’t you agree, honey?” He asked to his wife.

“Oh, absolutely. Might give it the extra kick we’ve needed to help us have it like we did in the good old days. We’re such sticklers for rituals though and have to do this right. And you know what kicks off the whole party?”

“Let me guess…” Dean said jumping in. “Meadowsweet.” Madge ran around the kitchen island with a squeal of excitement in response. “Oh shucks, you’re all out of wreaths. I guess we’ll just have to cancel the sacrifice, huh?”

“Oh, don’t be such a gloomy Gus.” She held three horseshoe-shaped wreaths and hung them all around their captives’ necks. “There. Ohh…don’t they just look darling?”

“Good enough to eat.” Mr. Carrigan smacked his lips as he whipped out a knife. “Alrighty-roo. Step number two.” Carrying a bowl and the blade, he walked to Sam. The man held the bowl under the Winchester’s arm and prepared to cut him with the knife.

Dean fought with all his strength to turn to his little brother, but to no avail. “Sammy?! Sammy?!”

“D-Don’t!” Sam’s demand almost sounded like a plea before it slowly turned to a scream as Mr. Carrigan tore into his flesh.

Both Riley and Dean shouted over each other with anger at Sam’s pain.

“Leave him alone, you son of a bitch! I swear to god, I’ll kill you!”

“This might pinch a bit, dear.” Mrs. Carrigan had gone to Riley and the hunter bore her eyes into the god.

“You hurt her and I’ll fucking rip you apart,” Dean growled.

Riley’s teeth gritted together through her scream and she squeezed her eyes shut as the blade cut into her forearm. Only a second later, another cry ripped from her throat as Mrs. Carrigan cut her other arm as well.

Dean’s rage boiled inside him and his chair only slightly moved at the force he fought against it with. His family was being tortured and it was driving him to the brink of insanity.

It was then Dean’s turn to have the blade cut into him and he too released a shout of pain. “You fucking bitch!”

“Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a couple of nickels to the swear jar. Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? ‘Fudge’.”

Panting, Dean snarked, “I’ll try and remember that!” As she smiled at him, the woman brought the knife back down to his other side. “You fudging touch me again and I’ll fudging kill you!”

“Very good!” she exclaimed, cutting into the hunter once more as he groaned in pain.

Mr. Carrigan picked up a pair of pliers and walked back to Sam. “You kids have no idea how lucky you are. There was a time when kids came from miles around, just to be sitting where you are.”

With panic in his voice, Sam’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “What do you think you’re doing with those? No. No. Don’t.”

The man took the pliers to Sam’s index finger and began to pull the nail off as Sam screamed.

In a state of distress, Riley couldn’t block her empathic abilities and began to wail along with him. It felt as though her own fingernail was being torn from her body.

The two gods turned to each other with astonishment and then back at her with Sam’s nail pinched in the pliers.

“Oh, my goodness, me…” Mrs. Carrigan exclaimed. “Darling, I think we’ve found ourselves an empath.”

After putting the nail into the bowl that was drenched in the hunters’ blood, he put down the pliers and clapped with excitement. “Well, hotdog! It’s officially a party!” Mr. Carrigan tapped his head ridiculously remembering something. “Sweet Peter on a popsicle stick…I forgot the tooth.”

Sam, Riley, and Dean were all panting hard trying to overcome their pain.

“Merry Christmas, guys,” Dean uttered as the others groaned.

With the pliers in his hand once again, Carrigan grabbed Dean’s chin. “Open wide… and say, ‘aah’.” Just as he put the tool into Dean’s mouth, the doorbell rang.

“Somebody gonna get that?” Dean asked, his voice muffled with the pliers still in his mouth. “You should get that.”

Mr. Carrigan rolled his eyes and motioned for his wife. “Come on.”

As soon as the couple was out of the room, Dean looked over to Riley. “We gotta get out of here. I don’t wanna be this year’s Christmas turkey.”

“Yeah,” Riley agreed out of breath. “Can we kill them now, please?”

“Oh, yeah…” Sam muttered.

------

Mr. and Mrs. Carrigan came back into the kitchen with smiles on their faces. “Now, where were we?” Madge giggled.

Riley and the Winchesters were no longer in their chairs. The gods saw one of the doors close with a slam and they turned around to see the other door close as well.

Sam and Riley were standing against one as they tried to keep it shut and Dean did the same on his end.

The Carrigans pounded on the door, again and again, fighting the hunters attempt to lock them in.

Dean pulled a large drawer to hold his door closed and ran to help his partners. As soon as Dean was against the banging door, Riley let go and ran across the room only to shove the Christmas tree to the ground. The ornaments crashed on the hardwood and shattered as her hands went into the branches.

“Damn, Rye!” Sam yelled. “I know they were gonna eat us, but what did the tree do?”

She grunted as she yanked a branch off. “Stakes are in the basement. Luckily, we got some fresh evergreen right here.”

Dean grinned and shook his head. “You’re fucking brilliant, you know that?”

Riley nodded playfully as Dean looked to a large cabinet. “Sam! Help me get this.”

The brothers moved the cabinet in front of the tree and rushed to grab branches from the tree. They stripped them of their needles and prepared to fight.

It went silent as they approached the kitchen door. Suddenly, Mr. Carrigan tackled Dean to the ground and began punching him again and again.

Sam shouted, “Dean!” as he ran to his aid and fought to get the man off his brother.

A sound came from behind Riley and she turned to see Madge smiling back at her. “You little thing.” Her face distorted momentarily and swung violently in almost a blur. “I loved that tree.”

As Riley went to raise her stake, Madge hit her and the hunter crashed into the couch and onto the floor. She grabbed branches at her side as the god walked towards her and hit her as hard as she could.

Riley fought to keep the woman at arm's length as the Winchesters overpowered Mr. Carrigan. Sam pinned him to the ground as Dean shoved the stake into his chest.

Madge screamed as she watched her husband and froze in shock, giving Riley the perfect opportunity to stab her with her own stake. The hunter scrunched her face and grunted as she pushed the stake further in before Madge fell to the ground, dead.

The three struggled to catch their breaths as they looked at each other.

“Merry Christmas,” Sam said through ragged breath.

------

Christmas Eve 1991

All was quiet as the children of the world waited for Santa. The snow continued to fall over the motel housing the lonely Winchester boys as Sam slept soundly in his bed.

Dean went to his side and shook his brother to wake him. “Sam, wake up!”

Just as Sam’s eyes began to open, he turned towards Dean who had a smile on his face.

“Dad was here. Look what he brought.”

His gaze turned around to see a little Christmas tree, decorated with a few large and colorful lights. A few small presents sat beneath the small piece of chopped evergreen.

“Dad was here?” Sam asked groggily.

“Yeah. Look at this. We made a killing.”

Yawning, Sam mumbled, “why didn't he try to wake me up?”

Dean thought quickly on his feet with a playful scoff. “He tried to, like a thousand times.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. Did I tell you he would give us Christmas, or what? Go on, dive in.”

Sam leaped from his bed and hurried over to the Christmas tree. He found two presents wrapped with themed wrapping paper; one even was adorned with a shiny green bow.

Sitting on the couch, he began to unwrap his first gift.

Dean sat on the arm of the couch and watched his little brother with excitement. “What is it?”

Baffled, Sam held up a pink box. “Sapphire Barbie?”

The older brother chuckled. “Dad probably thinks you’re a girl.”

“Shut up!” Sam tossed the Barbie to the ground.

“Open that one.”

As the youngest Winchester opened his second gift, he found a sparkling cheerleading stick.

John had broken his promise, again.

Sam held it in his hands sadly before looking to Dean. “Dad never showed, did he?”

“Yeah, he did, I swear.”

“Dean…where’d you get all this stuff?”

Realizing he couldn’t lie anymore, Dean’s eye cast down with a sigh. “Nice house up the block. I swear I didn’t know they were chick presents.” Dean watched his sad brother with a heavy heart, desperate to bring him comfort. “Look, I’m sure Dad would have been here if he could.”

“If he’s alive.”

“Don’t say that. Of course, he’s alive. He’s Dad.”

It was then that Sam noticed the heavy burden on Dean’s shoulders; that his big brother worried just as much as Sam did. Grabbing the present he had wrapped in newspaper earlier that night, he held it out to Dean. “Here, take this.”

“No. No, that’s for Dad.”

“Dad lied to me. I want you to have it.” Sam continued to hold out the gift to Dean with a small curl on his lip.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Trying to hide his moment of excitement, Dean finally took the gift and began to tear into it. Inside, was a necklace. It was a black cord that had an amulet hanging in from it. The piece was a metallic gold color and depicted the head of a humanoid being with horns and tribal adornment.

Dean couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so genuinely as he held the amulet in his hand. “Thank you, Sam. I--I love it.” He proudly put the necklace on over his head and the boys sat in silence with an unspoken love between them.

Even if they were alone on Christmas, as long as they had each other, that would always be enough.

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There wasn’t a day that had passed since that Christmas Eve, almost sixteen years before, that Dean hadn’t worn that necklace. It was practically a part of who he was.

Dean walked into their motel room and grinned with surprise. Riley and Sam had decorated the room with a small Christmas tree and a ‘Merry Christmas’ sign. Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ played as Riley smiled in his direction, putting on the final ornament. Sam looked at his brother lovingly as Dean took it all in.

With amazement and joy in his eyes, Dean asked, “what’s all this?”

Riley stood next to Sam and shrugged playfully. “Looks like Christmas to me.”

Dean’s eyes met his brothers with a smirk. “What made you change your mind?”

Handing his big brother a glass of eggnog, Sam ignored his question. “Here, uh--try the eggnog. Let me know if it needs some more kick.”

With only a single sip, Dean coughed, looking surprised at the taste. “No, we’re good,” he practically wheezed through his cough.

“Good. Well, uh--have a seat. Let’s do…Christmas stuff, or whatever.”

Dean nodded happily as he took off his jacket. “Alright, first things first.” As Sam and Riley sat on the brown, worn couch, Dean pulled up a chair. He took out four packages wrapped in brown paper from a plastic bag and held them out to his family. “Merry Christmas, guys.”

The two smiled as they took them and Riley peered up at him. “Where’d you even go?”

“Someplace special,” Dean replied. The two looked at him waiting for a better answer. “The gas mart down the street.” His brother and girlfriend laughed at his response. “Open them up.”

Both Sam and his sister reached under the couch for four more packages, each all wrapped in newspaper. The two swapped gifts between them and Sam kissed Riley’s temple before they gave Dean his.

With surprise and excitement, Dean asked, “really?” before taking his gifts.

Sam opened his first gift and laughed as he held up two porn magazines. “Skin mags!” Dean nodded, satisfied with Sam’s reaction as his brother opened his next gift. “And…shaving cream.”

“You like?”

“Yeah,” Sam smiled from ear to ear. “Yeah.” Opening his next two from Riley, Sam found a bag of trail mix and a small bottle of lotion. “Lotion?” he asked with an uncertain smile.

Riley chuckled. “Well, it was supposed to be a joke, but now it goes perfectly with your new porn, brother!”

Dean threw his head back in laughter, practically grabbing his stomach.

Giving her a teasing middle finger, Sam smiled and feigned, “haha, very funny. But I’m about to bust into this trail mix as soon as we’re done. Thanks, sis.”

The Winchesters turned to Riley showing it was her turn to open hers and she giggled unwrapping her gifts. She laughed as she found two of her favorite chocolate candy bars, a bottle of gas station-brand scented soap, and a pair of fluffy blue socks. “Oh, boys...you spoil me,” she beamed. “Thank you, guys.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Dean said as Riley went to him to give him a kiss. He opened his arms allowing her to sit on his lap and he wrapped himself around her as he opened his. Sheer joy covered his face as he found a bottle of motor oi, and a candy bar. “Look at this. Fuel for me and fuel for my baby. These are awesome. Thanks.” Dean’s face looked like it was probably beginning to ache with a smile that couldn’t stop.

Opening his next gifts, he found a pair of sunglasses and a Christmas bow. “Uh--Rye, I think the bow goes on the gifts, sweetheart.”

“That is very true.” Riley took the bow, removed its sticker, and slapped it on her chest, right above her breasts. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Dean laughed as his face buried into her neck, holding her close. Riley squealed and his fingers pinched her chin before he kissed her, smiling against her lips. “Best gifts ever.” He picked up his eggnog and grinned as he held it out, “Merry Christmas, guys.”

Sam and Riley held their plastic glasses out as well and they toasted them together.

“Merry Christmas,” they all said.

The room fell quiet as spirits briefly fell. They all knew that Christmas would be the last they would spend together.

Riley was consumed by the Winchester’s heavy hearts and she exhaled hard trying to shut it out. If that was going to be their last Christmas, they were going to do it right. She got up and rushed to her bag before she ran back with a camera. The brothers groaned with a laugh as she sat on the couch and motioned for them.

“Yeah, yeah. Stop complaining and smile for our Christmas card,” she joked.

Dean wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close as Sam reluctantly scooted to her side. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Sam and Dean to smile along with her before the flash went off.

As they pulled apart, Dean took the camera from her. When she looked at him, he pulled her in for a kiss as he reached his arm far out to take a picture. Their lips were curled with contentment as he triggered the camera.

Sam opened his mouth to speak as the couple pulled apart and Dean looked to his brother with worry over what he would say.

“Hey, Dean, y–-” Sam looked sad as he fumbled for his words. He hesitated and then sighed before meeting his brother’s eyes. “Do you feel like watching the game?”

Dean smiled in relief. “Absolutely.”

“Alright.”

Standing up, Sam reached over to turn on the old TV set. The three sat on the couch together as they watched the winter football game. The brothers smirked at each other and Dean pulled Riley to his chest as he drank his eggnog.

In the silence, all that was left was the whistle of the referee and the voice of the announcer.

As Dean kissed the top of Riley’s head, he inhaled her scent and laced his fingers with hers.

Their night was perfect, and whatever would happen tomorrow, would be tomorrow. All that mattered was being with Sam and Riley. That night was all Dean needed to find the strength to keep going. He knew that all he would ever need was his family.

So, for the first time in eight months, Dean relaxed and felt contentment run through him. If there was a heaven, Dean was sure that it was what he had at that moment. And if Hell was what awaited him, that memory would be enough to keep his spirit alive.

Outside, snow began to gently fall to the ground. With all right once again on that Michigan night, there would be a white Christmas. It fluttered softly onto the Impala as lights twinkled in the shine of her hood.

And through the window, sat the three hunters, lost in what would become one of their favorite memories.

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creativitymouth · 7 years ago

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The World Forgetting By The World Forgotten Pt.4

A/N - Okay so I wasn’t expecting my story to blow up as much as it has and I am incredibly thankful. For everyone who doesn’t feel confident in their writing just give a try it will most likely be well received by a very kind community.

Summary: The end of 11th grade was just the beginning of everything. SlowBurn!RichieTozierxFem!Reader. Aged Up.

Trigger Warning: Depressive Themes, Swearing, Trashmouth Tozier, Mentions of Neglect and Abuse.

Chapter 4

11th grade - 1989

You were lost in your thoughts, happy it was the last day of 11th grade but also reeling. The upcoming year would be more stress-filled than any of the previous, everyone was going to go off to college and learn more about themselves then they could in the small town of Derry. You were happy for the growth, but you were also wondering where that left you. The losers had been in your life for 9 years now and you weren’t ready to let it all go. Time was moving so quickly, in fact you had just noticed that morning that it had almost been a year since little Georgie Denbrough had gone missing. It still felt like only months had past when you’d gotten the news. Richie had been the one to tell you and held you as you cried over the disappearance. Of course, you didn’t feel the loss as much as Bill did, but you still hurt a lot. He was only 9 years old, didn’t know much about life and still adored his toy trains. Georgie was a light in the darkness that was Derry and the audacity someone had by taking that from everyone was just cruelty. You had helped his parents around the house after the loss, not wanting them to yell and scream at Bill for undone chores, and they appreciated that greatly. Hell, they treated you better then they treated Bill. Bill had been so stoic for a long time, and you couldn’t blame him. Georgie’s innocence was a beacon and you missed it terribly. You don’t remember the last time Bill’s mother had spoken directly to him, she was only able to see Georgie when she looked at her eldest son. Bill was beginning to do better now, but you could still see the hurt on his face. The determination to find his lost brother and though you didn’t have as much hope as he did you were still going to try. For Ben’s sake, and for Georgie’s memory.

“Hey (Y/N)! Wait up!” Your best friends voice called out to you bringing you out of your thoughts. You stopped walking, adjusting the textbooks you had in your hand before turning and giving her approaching figure a smile. Since 9th grade, the growing darkness you felt inside you only seemed to worsen but that didn’t stop you from putting on a show. The curtains only closing when you got home at night.

“Beverly Weverly,” she put an arm around your shoulders “what an honor.” She smiled back at you, steering you in a new direction.

“We made a new friend.” She stated proudly as your eyebrows stitched together.

“We?”

“Yes, we.” You groaned, Bev had a peculiar taste in friends. The party all night, get blackout drunk kind.

“You won’t even hang out with the losers despite how often I beg.” She rolled her eyes at you dramatically.

“I hang out with Richie.”

“That’s because you’re both addicted to cancer sticks.” You chuckled at yourself as you watched Beverly approaching the new kid.

“You’re just jealous.” Beverly joked, poking you in the rib with her finger. You squirmed uncomfortable with her accusation.

“Jealous.” The word tasted metallic and foreign in your mouth.

“Yeah, because of how in love you are with Richie.” Your head spun. In love? What did she mean? What was she talking about? You loved all the losers, granted you did find yourself alone with Richie a lot. But you were alone with Mike all the time too, and Bev. In love? Before you could question or scold her (or maybe both) the new kid had approached.

“Hey new kid on the block.” Beverly jokes. “This is who I was telling you about.”

“Hi.” He waved nervously, you smiled that signature smile and he eased up a bit.

“I’m (Y/N).” You stuck a hand out to him and he shook it.

“My best friend.” Beverly interrupted, and your smile only grew, it felt nice to be appreciated. “Feel free to call her (N/N)”

“Do not feel free to do that.” You glared at Beverly beside you who chuckled. Somewhere along the line, when Richie and Beverly became friends they’d made up this infuriating nickname for you.

“I’m Ben.” He smiled after glancing at Beverly, his cheeks reddening in the process.

This kid has a thing for her. You thought to yourself. “So, how long have you two known each other?” You wiggled your eyebrows at Ben and he looked away.

“10 exciting minutes,” Beverly smirked “but then I knew I had to introduce you two when I heard him listening to New Kids on the Block.”

“You like them?” Benjamin’s eyes practically sparkled. You shrugged, shoving a hair behind your ear.

“Don’t be coy (N/N),” she nudged you again, “She never shuts up about Joe McIntyre.”

“Bev!” You shouted dramatically. “Embarrassing much?” Bev copied your earlier actions and shrugged before gently taking the yearbook from Ben. You were supposed to be the smiling bright, ray of sunshine, liking New Kids on the Block did not come with the job application.

“Sign this, poor new kid has no signatures and Henry Bowers has been after him.” Ben looked away sheepishly, clearly embarrassed.

“Beverly Marsh.” You scolded before taking the book and signing next to her Stay Cool, Ben from Soc Class. She was being characteristically blunt towards all things obvious.

Have a great summer Benny, I hope you survive Bowers and if things get too rough you can always talk to me. I assure you Beverly will be there too. - (Y/N)

P.S - Didn't she blow your mind this time.

You handed the book back to him, and Beverly smiled.

“Hang tough, new kid on the block.” Bev waved before walking off.

“Please don’t go girl!” He yelled behind her, as you watched with an amused expression on your face. “That’s the name of another,” his voice trailed off “New Kids on the Block song.” You leaned in towards Ben smirking.

“She’s a sucker for poetry.” You said before jogging after Bev. Ben’s expression fell as he considered your words, had he been obvious? He had liked Beverly from the moment he laid eyes on her in Social Studies class, but she had never noticed him prior. So why were you telling him that she liked poetry. As Ben stood there considering your words his crestfallen expression changed again. Sure, you knew he liked Beverly, but you also approved. Maybe the summer wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

“I’m going to go hang with the boys, are you coming over tonight?” She shook her head no, a small frown forming on her face.

“Dad -” She began with a grimace.

“Don’t explain, I got it.” You pulled her in for a hug, purposefully squeezing the life out of her. The parents in this down were deadly, and corrupt. You wondered if they were always like this or if Derry had made them that way. When you arrived at Derry all you had was 8 years’ worth of memories from New York, so you didn’t know if they way you turned out was contributed to Derry or if you would have always been the way you were.

“I need air (N/N), you know, to live.” She wheezed out though she was hugging back. When you guys pulled away, Beverly ruffled your hair before leaving with a wave. You shook your head, once again lost in your head. You too had been alive at some point, but you didn’t know whether to attribute that to Derry.

“(N/N)!” Richie’s voice yelled out. You looked up as he jogged toward you with his giraffe legs. You hated how all the boys were now looming over you, though it had just been 4 years ago when you were all at eye level. Richie now stood at a good 6 feet to your (Height). Eddie, though still shorter than the rest of the boys, was taller than you as well. The tallest of them all being Stan at a whopping 6’2”.

“Trashmouth.” You started until he swept you into a hug, your feet coming off the ground. You squealed, hating the feeling of floating.

“I fucking missed your tiny ass,” he squeezed your body to him, but he was worried you might catch on to his sentiment, so he continued, “though I got to say your actual ass isn’t all that small.”

“You saw me during lunch.” You said, deciding to ignore his crude comment as he lowered you back down.

“And?” He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. Richie’s heart wanted to melt, he loved making you smile and laugh, especially when you would throw your head back and laugh into the stars. His feelings for you seemed to grow by day which did nothing for his inappropriate behavior. If anything, it made it worse. “I missed having eye candy around.” You scoffed.

“Way to ruin the moment Richard.” You stated, feigning annoyance that you didn’t feel as the rest of the losers found their way to you two. “What’s up boys, what misadventure are we getting into tomorrow?” Bill put his arm around your shoulder, loving the feeling of having his own armrest. You both missed the way Richie glared at the gesture, but Eddie didn’t, and he nudged Richie in the side as he shook his head. Richie gave Eddie a pointed look before taking a deep breath and contributing to the conversation.

“I start my training.”

“What training?” Stan asked.

“Street fighter.” You laughed at Richie rolling your eyes as he smiled at you. The boy basically funded the arcade with the amount of time he spent there.

“Is that how you want to spend your summer, stuck in an arcade.” Eddie interjected, obviously appalled by the thought.

“Better than inside your mother.”

“Rich.” You scolded, though you were trying to hide your laughter. You looked up at Bill who was smiling softly as well, his arm still around your shoulders. Bev had asked you once if you and Bill had a thing for each other and it had been a hassle to explain that he was just appreciative of what you had done for him over the summer Georgie had gone missing. “What if we go the quarry?” The boys all became silent looking around absently. Even Bill moved his arm away (to Richie's much apparent joy). “Chickens.”

“Guys, we can g-go to the barrens.” Bill suggested instead, and your eyebrows rose. The barrens? That’s around where he told you he thought Georgie might be.

“Right.” You added skeptically. Before noticing all the boys’ attention had diverted to the woman standing outside of the school.

“Betty Ripsom's mom.” Stan said what you all were thinking. “Does she really expect to see her coming out of the school?” You winced at the harshness of the statement. You didn’t know Betty Ripsom, but you had a class or two with her best friend Anne and that girl hadn’t been the same since Betty disappeared. You couldn’t blame her though, if Bev or any of the losers went missing a few screws in your brain would come undone.

“I don't know.” Eddie added, as you all continued to stand there staring at her.

“As if Betty Ripsom's been hiding in Home Ec for the last few weeks.” Richie, of course. You gave him a pointed look and he shrugged.

“Do you think they'll actually find her?” Stan asked.

“Yes.” You spoke finally, giving Bill a reassuring squeeze on the arm.

“In a ditch. All decomposed, covered in worms and maggots, smelling,” You flinched, for Bill's sake. You know Richie didn’t mean to say it to weaken Bills mural, but you felt him shudder.

“like Eddie's mom's underwear.”

“Shut up!” Eddie yelled fed up with Richie's inappropriate comments.

“Gross.” Stan added.

“She's not dead.” Bill said suddenly, looking up from whatever had interested him on the ground. “She m-m-m-missing.”

“Sorry Bill, she's missing.” Richie was obviously apologetic. He sometimes forgot to filter his feelings on the missing kids, but in all honesty, he thought they were dead. Richie caught you squeezing Bills arm and couldn’t help but wonder if maybe your feelings were directed to Bill and not him. A pit was forming in the bottom of his stomach until you let go of Bills arm and walked over to stand next to him.

“Good job Tozier.” You whispered so only he could hear you. He smirked, the pit evaporating at your closeness. “You know the barrens aren't that bad.” You tried to encourage the other 3 boys to accompany you and Bill.

“Who doesn't love splashing around in shitty water.” Eddie grumbled. You all laughed at him, knowing that he was going to come regardless. You found yourself leaning into Richie subconsciously, though Richie had noticed prior. You decided not to move as the conversation carried on and you all made plans for tomorrow. Richie had gotten himself a car from the local used car shop, it wasn’t much, and it had constant breakdowns, but it worked. Stan had a car as well, though it was more his father's than his. Eddie didn’t have one because his mom told him driving could kill, and Bill just wasn’t ready for the pressure of the driving test. You were supposed to have had a car already, but your parents kept forgetting, not that you expected much. You were probably going to end up like Rich and just buy one from the junkyard, though in all honesty that 1988 BMW your parents had promised sounded amazing. Bill and Eddie had decided that they would bike to Stan’s and have him drive them because of the outstanding safety concerns of Richie's car. You didn’t mind as much as they did, and your heart cracked at the thought of Rich being alone, so you told him to pick you up. The innocent and cheery moment between your friends was soon destroyed by a pressure on your shoulder. You turned around to see Bowers smirking down at you as you tensed up. Richie was the first to react and grabbed you shoving you behind him. Though you had a burst of courage in 9th grade, it only antagonized Henry more. He had never repeated his sexual actions, but it didn’t stop him from getting all your in face.

“D-D-Don’t fucking touch her B-Bowers.” Bill spoke up as the boys blocked you from him and Hockstetter. You shivered as your skin began to grow clammy and warm.

“Bill shut up.” You warned, finding your voice. You didn’t want them to get hurt for you, not again. Especially since Bill had come out of this year bruise free.

“Did you s-s-s-say something, B-b-b-b-Billy.” Henry began lowering himself, so he was facing Bill. “You got a free ride this year cuz of your little brother.” Bill flinched slightly. “Ride's over, Denbrough. This summer it's going to be a hurt-train, for you and your faggot friends.” Henry straightened himself winking at you before walking away. Richie made a move to go after him, but you grabbed his arm.

“Not worth it.” You shook your head, causing his riled-up expression to soften.

“I wish he’d disappear.” He settled on saying watching as Henry and his friends made their way over to their dingy car.

“He's probably the one doing it.” Stan said shaking his head.

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“Parents suck.” You comment suddenly after the near silent drive you and Richie had to your house. You could see the darkness of your place from your position on the curb. They had just returned home two days ago, and now they were gone again. You practically lived with strangers. You tried your hardest to act like the absence didn’t bother you, but sometimes quiet is violent.

“Yeah,” He comments thinking back to the black eyes and drunken mothers he had to endure at home. “Yeah they fucking do.” You shook your head, reaching for the car door handle when his arm came out and stopped you. “Are you okay?” He asked suddenly, and your heart plummeted. Richie felt this question was a long time coming, you had a surprisingly good poker face but sometimes it slipped off and though you were unaware, Richie had noticed. You didn’t know the answer to his question. It was age-old, and you had hoped never to hear it. Were you okay? You didn’t know. You cried yourself to sleep at night, couldn’t find pleasure it basic things, and smiled almost every chance you got to try and make your brain happy by force. Sometimes you didn’t eat for days, and at times you wouldn’t leave your house for a week before Eddie came to drag you out for fresh hair. You looked in the mirror and never liked what you saw, and always found yourself hating you. You were your own worst enemy, sometimes you felt so much and sometimes you felt nothing at all. So, were you okay?

“I'm fine!” You stated too loudly, and seconds too late as you plastered a smile onto your face. Richie cocked an eyebrow, he had seen the wheels in your head turning for an answer. You climbed out the car, you back to him as you took a few breathes in to calm your racing mind. “Want to come in? My parents won’t be home for,” you paused not knowing an answer “a period of time that I’m sure extends past this night.”

“Didn’t they just fucking come back?” Richie’s voice was laced with agitation. He didn’t like the thought of you being left alone.

“Yep.”

“And those dickheads left again?”

“Yep.” You stated again not wanting the obvious pointed out, and not wanting pity. All your lives were hard, Eddie's mom was obsessive, Stan's dad was too strict, Richie's parents were either fighting each other or him, Mike's parents died, Beverly's dad liked her in ways a parent shouldn’t like a child, and Bill’s parents had too much to deal with after Georgie’s death. You were a rag tag team of kids with fucked up lives. So, he shouldn’t have been questioning you. “You coming in or not?” You smiled again, turning to face him. Richie didn’t like it, he didn’t like the plastic smile you were giving him, and he didn’t like how much you were hiding inside yourself. He recalled the conversation he had with Beverly in 8th grade.

“Yeah.” He said sighing. You bounced on your toes in response and began walking to your house with Richie in tow. “(Y/N).” He said once you were both inside taking of your jackets and shoes.

“Yeah, Richie Rich.” You looked up at him with a smile, more genuine than the last one. His heart sped up, this was it. You were both alone, no friends around to interrupt you. You were looking up at him with a smile, and Richie saw his entire world in your eyes. He’d been carrying these feelings since he was 11, and had been in love since he was 13. Maybe, if he confessed your smile would brighten up a little more. Richie knew you weren’t a toy that could simply be fixed but he wanted to support you every step of the way. And maybe the first step would have to be him telling you that he was in love with you. “Rich?” You questioned, his face turning into a tomato.

“I love you.” He said suddenly. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, your heart speeding up. Did he mean he loved you, like romantically? Did you even know if you felt that way? You felt a lot of things around Richie, things the other boys couldn’t make you feel. Your palms would sometimes grow clammy when he flirted with you, when he protected you always felt the safest, and your heart always sped up at the smallest of touches, but you always attributed these things to you guys being close. So, was Richie saying he was in love with you? Or was he just saying it as a good friend? You decided on the latter. Giggling slightly.

“Duh Rich, I love you too. You’re like my favorite loser.” Richie’s heart sunk, this didn’t go as he expected at all. You didn’t even understand what he meant. “I would go as far to say best friend, but Beverly would kill me.” Richie smiled at you sadly. He loved you as more than that, he loved you as more than anything. Yet here you were, smiling at him as if he had just said the most innocent thing in the world. He considered correcting you, at the same time he considered just pushing you against your door and kissing you until you felt what he meant. But he did neither, instead he took your hand and lead you to the living room.

“Let’s watch a movie short stuff, nothing with clowns. Those freak me the fuck out.”

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That night, you found yourself asking Richie to stay with you in your bed. You didn’t know what had come over you, just that you didn’t want him to leave. He’d stuttered for a few seconds before agreeing.

“I always knew I’d be the first one to get laid.” He’d said as you shoved him in the arm. You felt like tonight you had made a big error in judgement when Richie told you he loved you, but you rather never know than lose him. Lying next to you, in your Dad's night clothes, Richie again felt like he was going to explode. Your breathing had evened out after a few minutes, and Richie smiled to himself. It wasn’t until you in your sleeping state, laid your head on his chest did he realize just how fucked he was.

Richie Tozier used to think his biggest fear was clowns, now it was that he was going to lose you.

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tozier-boy · 7 years ago

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All We Know

Here’s the second chapter of my Hogwarts au! Honestly, I’m really enjoying writing this, so please feel free to tell me what you think about it!

Chapter 1; Chapter 2 Words count: 3067

“Hufflepuff!” The sorting hat shouted, and said house cheered. Eddie couldn’t keep himself from getting to his feet and clap loudly, smiling widely as Georgie Denbrough looked over at the Gryffindor table.

Bill was clapping as well, smiling encouragingly and nodding, and that seemed to give Georgie the courage he needed. He hopped down the stool and ran towards Eddie, with a big, nervous smile on his lips. Eddie loved Georgie like the little brother he never had, the same kind of love he felt towards Bill. They were family, and Eddie was so happy Georgie had been sorted into Hufflepuff.

“Congratulations, Georgie.” He said, ruffling his honey-ish hair.

The Sorting Ceremony had always been a cheerful moment. Eddie could still remember his very first day at Hogwarts, the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of being away from home, the fear of failure and of the wizarding germs.

His mom had told him everything about the wizarding germs.

Sure, he had got to have Bill by his side on their first day, so they could be scared together until the Sorting Hat had decided that they belonged to different houses.

“Where can I sit, Eddie?” Georgie asked shyly, glancing at the much taller and older boys and girls around him.

“Right here next to me. This is Mike, you remember him?” Georgie nodded and Mike smiled at the little boy, who sat down between them as the Sorting Ceremony went on.

There were very little things Eddie disliked about Hogwarts, but nothing more than being forced to sit away from his group of friends during the main meals. Bill had a couple of friends among his Gryffindor housemates, of course he did: he was funny and polite and kind. Everyone liked Bill. Still, he was the only Loser (that’s how they decided their group was called) that sat at the Gryffindor table. He always said that he didn’t mind, that they could sit together at breakfast and that they were always together, anyway, but Eddie couldn’t help but feeling bad about it. He got to sit next to Mike, just like Stan and Ben did, or Richie and Bev.

Without even noticing, Eddie turned his head and looked over his shoulder, across the Ravenclaw table and searching for Richie between the Slytherins. He was talking, of course, because when the hell wasn’t he?, and the students around him were laughing. Eddie’s lips curved in a small smile as he looked at the way Richie seemed completely comfortable while sitting at his table. There were times Eddie wished he was a Slytherin so he could have been sitting there as well, listening to whatever stupid joke Richie had just cracked. Not that he would have ever admitted it. That was their thing, and it was okay just the way it was: they would bicker and argue and stick tongues at each other without telling, not even once, how much they loved the other’ company. The mere memory of Richie sneaking in the Hufflepuff dorm in the middle of the night for the first time, back in their first year, made Eddie’s cheeks heat up and the smile grow wider on his lips.

“Eddie? You okay?” Mike snapped him out of his thoughts, and Eddie noticed that the Ceremony had ended and that every table and plate had been filled up with food. The boy nodded with a kind smile and reached for the mushed potatoes and the chicken thighs, feeling his mouth water from the delicious smell alone. His mother wasn’t really keen on cooking, actually, she had a huge stash of pre-cooked meals that only needed to be unwrapped and be heated up in the microwave.

By the end of the meal, Georgie had already befriended a couple of first years who had been sorted into Hufflepuff and that were sitting across of him, and that relieved Eddie immensely. He remembered how it felt to be sitting at a table of strangers and feeling lost and lonely, so when the prefects stood up to lead the kids to the dorm and Georgie immediately paired up with a boy with ginger-ish hair, he looked over at Bill and gave him thumbs up. Bill kept his gaze on Georgie and raised his hand when his little brother waved at him, with a relieved expression on his face.

“I think Georgie’s gonna be fine.” Eddie said casually, taking a sip of pumpkin juice and watching as Mike nodded with a mouthful of vanilla pudding.

“No doubt. He’s a nice kid.” The chaser agreed.

The Great Hall, after every single first year student had left the room, grew a lot quieter. Stan had left as well, because, as the Head boy, he wanted to gather the Ravenclaw’s new students in their common room and give a little speech to encourage them.

“Head boy, uh? Isn’t that a bit cheeky?” Richie said, wiggling his eyebrows, and Stan rolled his eyes as they made their way to the castle. They were all riding on the same carriage, just like every year, and Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of the majestic Thestral that was pulling the carriage. The first time he had seen one, he nearly had a heart attack, since he had soon noticed that no one of his friends could see it. Ben, who was probably the most cultured person Eddie knew, explained that only who had seen someone die could see those creatures.

“It’s not cheeky unless you’re a perverted dumbass.” Stan had replied, adjusting the pin on his robes and tilting his chin up. “Besides, you better watch your mouth. I could give you detention.”

“Aww, Staniel, you’d never.”

“Try me, Trashmouth.” Stan glared at him, and Richie grinned.

“Is this foreplay, Head boy?” Richie teased, and Beverly elbowed his ribs, trying her best not to laugh.

“What Richie has been trying to say, is that we’re all very proud of you, Stan, aren’t we, guys?” She said, looking between them with her eyebrows raised. The group nodded and every one of them congratulated with Stan, because hell, their friend had been chosen as Head Boy and they were really fucking proud. That was also why Stan had disappeared for half of the trip to Hogwarts. The Head boy and the Head girl were required to instruct the Prefects of their duties on the Hogwarts’ Express, in the Prefect’s carriage.

“That’s not what I was trying to say!” Richie protested, “I was suggesting that ‘Head boy’ sounds just like something you’d call the kid who blows other dudes in the bathrooms.”

“We know what you were suggesting, Rich, you’re not nearly as subtle and sneaky as you think you are.” Eddie said, rolling his eyes and glancing at the taller boy. “Would you knot your tie already? We’re almost there.”

Richie shrugged, looking down at the loose tie that was hanging off his shoulders. “I hate this thing. It’s like I’m constantly being chocked, which would be nice if I was in bed with your mom, not if I have to run up and down the staircases of the castle all fucking day.”

“You’re so gross, Rich, and you need to stop talking about my mom like that.” Eddie scolded, slapping the back of Richie’s head, and Richie laughed and wrapped his arm around Eddie’s shoulder.

“I would, but where would the fun be in that?” Eddie tried to squirm away from Richie, but the boy only held tighter, looking at him with a toothy grin.

“You’re not funny anyway, so you might as well stop.” Eddie protested, sighing loudly and giving up trying to get away from Richie. “When was the last time you showered, anyway? You smell like dirty underwear.” Which was a blatant lie, because Richie smelled amazing. Eddie didn’t even know how it was possible. He felt his cheeks warming up and grimaced, while Richie giggled.

“That’s because I have your mom’s panties in my pocket.” The boy replied, and the whole group groaned in disgust.

“That’s it, Richie, you’re not allowed to say another word for the rest of the day.” Mike said, shaking his head.

“We should get going.” Mike said, stretching and wiping his mouth with a napkin. The curfew on the first day wasn’t as strict as always, but they had classes in the first morning anyway. Eddie took the last sip of pumpkin juice and agreed with his friend, and they both stood up. He couldn’t wait to see their common room again and sleep in his bed, which was, luckily, just next to Mike’s. That was actually how they became friends. They didn’t met after the Sorting Ceremony, but that very night, when they were both in bed, staring at the ceiling, too excited to fall asleep.

“Have you thought about the fact that this is our last year?” Eddie asked him as they walked toward the kitchens, which were right next to the door to their common room. “It’s fucking insane. Seven years, Mike. We’re almost finished.”

“Don’t think about that, Eddie. It’s our last year, yes, but we’ve made to this point and that’s fucking remarkable.” Mike shoved his hands in the pockets of his robes and Eddie looked up at him, pressing his lips together in a thin line. “Plus, just think about all the things we’ll be able to do once we’re finished here.”

That was only partially true. At least, it was partially true for Eddie. Mike had his future already figured out: he wanted to be a professional Quidditch player, and everyone knew he was going to make it, but Eddie didn’t have a clue of what he was going to do once he was done at Hogwarts. The mere thought of ending up being trapped forever with his mother smothering him, was enough to send cold chills down his spine.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He sighed, trying to sound not as worried as he was.

“Welcome back to this class, students.” Professor Keene greeted, and Eddie wondered if it was normal to feel sick in the stomach as the professor walked between the students desks. “If you’re sitting in this room, it means that you’ve made it this far at Hogwarts.”

“No shit, really?” Richie whispered in Eddie’s ear, and Eddie had to cover his mouth with both of his hands because he had just snorted. The professor didn’t hear him, or, at least, pretended not to.

“You must be an example of protocol and discipline for the younger students, because they will look up to you. No more time for jokes this year, I’m afraid.” He said, not so subtly looking in Richie’s direction and squinting his little eyes when the boy grinned at him. “You will also be required to sit the N.E.W.T. at the end of the year, which, for those who don’t know, is the most important exam you’ll ever give in your entire life.” He said, sitting down at his desk (which was covered with a dark cloth under which something was clearly boiling) and looking at the lot of students in front of him.

Slytherins and Hufflepuffs had Potions and Defens against the Dark Arts together this year, and Eddie was pretty content with it. He shared Herbology, Astronomy and Charms with Gryffindors and History of Magic and Transfiguration with Ravenclaws. At the end, he was always in the same room with one of his friends.

“If you fail the N.E.W.T., you’ll have to repeat the year.” Keene warned, adjusting his thin glasses while scanning the room. “This isn’t a game, your future depends on your present actions, so be responsible.”

Eddie had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. He was tapping his fingers on the desk, while Richie groaned and slammed his head down on the book in front of him. “Wake me up when grandpa is done when his rebuke.” Richie said, keeping his eyes shut, and Eddie shook his head with an amused smile on his lips.

“Now, I think we should get started with our lesson, shouldn’t we?” Keene announced, clapping his hands once. Eddie sighed in relief and sat up straighter. He liked potions. He liked how there was always new combinations to discover, new ways to cure illnesses. It wasn’t always easy (he had actually burned his eyebrows back in his second year while he was trying to prepare a Swelling Solution), but it was definitely worth it.

Yes, potions was probably his favorite subject.

“During your final exam, you’ll be required to produce the most difficult kind of potions that the scholar educations expects you to be able to make. For example,” he stood up and, with a flick of his wand, he removed the cloth that was covering his desk. There were five different cauldrons displaying in front of them, and Eddie elbowed Richie’s side to make his friend pay attention. “There are five different potions here. Gather around me and the first student that will identify them correctly, based on the ingredients, the smell and the color, will earn 30 points.”

That was the motivation the class needed, since, in the blink of an eye, fifteen students were gathered around the professor’ desk, elbowing and shouldering each other.

“Any ideas?” Richie asked Eddie, rubbing the back of his neck.

If Eddie loved potions, Richie really bloody hated it.

“Give me a second.” Eddie muttered, as he examined the cauldrons. Beverly and Mike joined them, and they were all pretty clueless.

Eddie squinted his eyes and inhaled deeply. He was pretty sure that one of the potions was Polyjuice. The clear liquid in the second cauldron was Felix Felicis, and Eddie was fairly sure about that, just as he was sure that there were a Shrinking Solution and a Hiccoughing Solution as well. The one that left him uncertain. Eddie could smell fresh parchment, mint, coffee grains and firewhiskey all at the same time, but Bev was saying how nice that smell of chocolate was. And Eddie was positive he didn’t smell chocolate and paper.

“Time!” Keene announced, and Eddie raised his hand, because what was the harm in giving it a try?

“Kaspbrak, yes. Any idea?”

Eddie bit his lower lip and pointed at the cauldron in front of him. “This is Polyjuice. That one Felix Felicis. Then we have Hiccoughing and Shrinking Solutions.” The professor nodded with a pleased smile, before pointing at the last cauldron.

“What about this one?”

Eddie shook his head, looking at it and then up at the professor. “I don’t know. It smells… good.” The professor laughed and Eddie frowned, because, if he said something funny, he didn’t notice.

“I’m sure it does. This is Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the entire world.” Keene explained, and Eddie felt himself blushing. “Whoever stands near it will smell the scent of the person they’re in love with.” That made a lot of girls giggle and many boys rub the back of their necks awkwardly. “You didn’t recognized them all, but you deserve twenty points.” He said, and Eddie forced a smile.

Parchment, mint, coffee grains and firewhiskey.

He bit his lower lip, staring at it, until the professor covered the cauldrons once again.

“Please, return to your seats and open your books at page 27.”

“You did amazing, Eddie! Twenty points on our first day!” Mike exclaimed happily, shaking his shoulder. Eddie grinned and shrugged casually. They had just left the class, and they were walking down a corridor filled with moving portraits.

“It was easy.” He replied simply.

“Don’t play innocent, Eds, now you gotta tell us what you smelled in the Amortentia.” Richie jumped at him, wrapping his long arms around the smaller boy’s torso as they walked.

“What do you care, Richie?” Eddie rolled his eyes, without noticing how Beverly and Mike exchanged a look.

“Hey, I’m your best friend, I have all the right to know what your little crush smells like.”

“Bill’s my best friend.”

“Just tell me!” The taller boy protested, stepping in front of him and walking backwards.

“Leave me alone, Richie, oh my god.”

“Why? What did you smell, Rich?” Beverly asked, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

“Eddie’s mom’ underwear, of course.” Richie said with a grin, and Eddie tripped him.

Richie, who really didn’t need any help to trip over random things in the first place, waved his arms in a useless attempt to steady himself and fell right into a vase, breaking the trunk of the innocent plant in it. Eddie, Mike and Beverly started laughing so much they had tears in their eyes, while Richie glared at them.

“Tozier!” Mr Lee (their History of Magic’ professor) scolded, as he was passing by. “Get out of that vase and start acting like an adult.” He exclaimed, glaring at the lanky boy.

“Sorry, sir, I thought that diving in this vase would have been a fun thing to do on this fine day!” Richie said loudly, dripping sarcasm.

“Apology accepted.” Lee replied, smirking, as he walked away.

They were all still giggling around Richie, and the boy looked up at Eddie with an amused smile.

“I hate you, Kaspbrak.”

Eddie was sitting at dinner, listening as Georgie told them about his first day, when it happened.

He looked up to refill his glass.

And Eddie wished he didn’t.

Richie, sitting at his table, was resting his head against his hand, and he was smiling widely at the girl sitting next to him.

And the girl sitting next to him wasn’t Beverly.

She had blond, wavy hair and she was playing with it, curling a lock around her index and giggling at something Richie had just said. He was pretty sure that girl’s name was Greta Bowie.

He had never talked to Greta Bowie in his entire life, but he immediately disliked her. For no reason whatsoever.

Richie was laughing brightly, and Greta was blushing. Richie said something else, and Greta leaned a little closer, batting her lashes. Richie raised his eyebrows with a smirk, and Greta flipped her blond hair back.

“What are you looking at?” Mike asked, and Eddie blushed furiously.

“Uhm? Nothing. I… I was distracted.” He said, but he couldn’t ignore the discomfort feeling that was knotting his stomach.

When he looked up again, a few minutes later, Richie and Greta were gone.

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argylemikewheeler · 7 years ago

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Prompt: Richie sees his twin playing DnD with his friends and is so amazed by Mike's way of narrate the campaign. He's jealous of all the voices he can do, how he actually sounds like other person, how he puts so much emotion into the narration when Richie is struggling to do half of what he does so naturally (put Byler fluff somewhere too)

Richie was hands-and-knees searching for his other black high-top sneaker. He had worn them the day before on his stag night out to the arcade, but between that night to that current afternoon, Mike had been told to clean their room. Richie didn’t trust that Mike actually cleaned it and instead just shoved everything under the bed or in the closet– that’s where Mike always was anyway, Richie told him.

“Mike!” He called, pulling out from under his bed, trying not to whack his head on the bed frame again. “Where the fuck did you put my shoes, Mike?”

“He’s in the basement.” Nancy said, poking her head into the room. “He can’t hear you, Richie.”

“Ugh, that fucking bastard. Moving my shit and then disappearing.” Richie grumbled as he got to his feet.

“Language.” Nancy said with mock-sternness. “Clean it up when mom and dad are home; you know Dad is uptight about that.”

“Fuck Ted.” Richie said, shrugging. Nancy rolled her eyes before stepping aside and letting Richie leave the room and head for the basement. “Mike!”

Richie swung around the stair banister and took swift steps towards the basement. He took the stairs two at a time, ducking his head and trying to catch a glimpse of his brother, trying to catch him before he tried to avoid him again. Mike wasn’t the only person down there– Mike’s gaggle of friends were sitting around the table, their weird dolls-and-board game crap set up in front of them. From his stop on the stairs, Richie couldn’t tell who was winning, but Mike was going off about something.

He had an English accent– one that was annoyingly better than the one Richie had been trying to copy from some Caine guy his dad watched in movies. Mike was standing from the table, reading from his weird binder, the one he constantly was adding pages and diagrams to. Will, Dustin, and Lucas were hanging on every word he said– definitely not about to tell him to shut up and keep his mouth shut. Beep Beep, Richie.

“–the town thanks you for your valiant service, gentlemen!” Mike said, grabbing Will’s hand and getting to him stand. “Peace has been restored and the prince is returned to his worried suitors!” Mike pulled Will close to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. Will returned the touch, wrapping his arms around Mike’s waist as he grinned, laughing at the outrageous accent narrating the story. “The party is invited to a medal and knighting ceremony! The prince is forever grateful!” Mike continues, waving his free arm out to his friends who erupted in cheers at their accomplishments– fake accomplishments, Richie reminded himself.

The party stood around the table as Mike pretended to knight each of them, tapping his pencil on their shoulders. Richie watched silently, even stepping up farther on the stairs to avoid their line of sight. He had never seen Mike actually run a campaign with his friends. He had always heard the muffled shouting and cheering, but always assumed it was them being obnoxious, not genuinely having a good time because of Mike’s planning and apparent new ability to story-tell.

How was it that Mike was able to ramble and scream and yell and wave his hands around like an idiot and be applauded? How come he was able to wrap his arms around his friends and touch them? Every time Richie tried to tell jokes or be close with his friends, they pushed him away and told him to calm down. Sure, Richie wasn’t calm half the time, but he wasn’t trying to be malicious; he was excited. Being with his friends made him think of a thousand and one things to do with them before they had to wait until the next weekend or the next time they were all free. Richie loved his friends but apparently not as much as he loved them– or Mike’s friends loved his brother.

“Hey.” Richie announced his presence finally, stepping into the basement.

“Hey, Richie!” Will waved first, far more pleased than anyone else for his appearance. “You just missed the end of the campaign.”

“Bummer.” He said, rolling his eyes. Secretly, Richie wished he had actually caught more of it. It all seemed pretty interesting once in action.

“What do you need, Richie?” Mike asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He was still holding onto Will, their hands resting on the table.

“I just, uh,” Richie looked at the binder by Mike, looking at the sketches and arrows redirecting entire pages into a fluent story; since when did Mike become the creative one?

Mike slammed the binder shut. “What, Richie?”

“I was looking for my shoe.” Richie pointed to his one bare foot, his voice getting lost as Lucas began zipping up his bag, saying that if he made his sister late to her play date again, she’d probably melt He-Man over the stove. Again.

“Haven’t seen it.” Mike shrugged. “Sorry, Rich.”

“I know you cleaned this morning.” Richie continued, trying to wait until the crowd thinned to attempt his conversation.

“I don’t remember touching your shoes.” Mike said. “I don’t touch any of your shit– Bye, Lucas! Tell Max I said hi.”

“See ya, Mike! Same time next week?” He asked, stopping on the stairs.

“Of course!” Mike smiled, waving his friend off. Lucas grinned in return before disappearing up the stairs. They were both so pleased to see the other, but also looking forward to seeing each other again– what kind of friends did that? Richie always felt like his friends left him before they reached their maximum capacity of their own tolerance of his bullshit.

“You guys do this every week?” Richie asked, walking around to sit in the chair Lucas abandoned.

“Yup!” Dustin nodded. “Well, as long as your mom doesn’t get mad about us taking over the basement.”

“She just gets mad because we’re the excuse our dad uses to not get any of the tools he has stock-piled in here.” Mike said, rolling his eyes. “Not like he helps fix anything anyway.”

“He offers to fix my bike every time I come over.” Dustin laughed. “My mom can fix it just fine when it breaks.” Mike, Dustin, and Will all nodded, laughing quietly at some joke Richie was completely left out on. He faked a chuckle to not play the fool, just like always. “Speaking of mom, I should probably head back too. I’ll see you at school, guys.” Dustin obviously meant only Mike and Will. He grabbed his bag and headed for the stairs. “Nice seeing you, Richie.”

“Nice seeing you too!” Richie called, trying to catch the last remnants of the smile offered to him before it stepped out of sight. “Bye…” Richie waved to the bottoms of Dustin’s shoes as he ascended to the first floor.

Mike cleared his throat. “So, what else is on your mind, Richie?” He asked. Mike was still holding Will’s hand, turning towards each other with their knees touching.

“Can I play next week?” Richie asked slowly.

“Why? What pranks do you have lined up?” Mike sighed, looking at Will with an unamused expression.

“N–Nothing.” Richie said hurriedly. “I just want to hang out with you.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do. I like your friends.” Richie confessed.

“We like you too.” Will grinned, nodding to Richie with warm reassurance.

“You wouldn’t mind? I mean, I don’t really know how this… this weird, stupid myth shit works but, I’m good at memorizing stuff for class so I can probably learn pretty quick.” Richie said, trying to bargain his worth. Mike held a hand out to stop him.

“Ask Dustin. He’s really good with all that stuff; he’ll give you the rundown.” Mike said. “And you’ll probably just have to sit in next week, but then after that, we’ll see how you are.”

“Really?” Richie asked, eyes probably obnoxiously wide and magnified by his glasses.

“Why are you acting so surprised?” Mike asked, looking at Will, who shrugged in return.

“I don’t know… I guess I just thought you’d say no.” Richie admitted only about a fourth of the truth– the other pieces being that he knew Mike had every reason to reject him, he had every trait his mother said was grating and unlikeable, and Richie knew that he was sometimes too scatter-brained to be of good help in games that required focus– he just couldn’t help it. Richie figured his brother would say no since everyone else in his life and been so quick to say it before.

“No, you can join us.” Mike smiled. “Don’t think we’ll be rescuing any more princes though.” Mike said, grinning at Will. “Sorry.”

“Do you have to pick me to be the stand in for the person being captured every week?” Will laughed, pushing on Mike’s chest. “Lucas can be a stolen townsperson every so often.”

“But it gives me an excuse–” Mike stood and quickly stepped behind Will’s chair, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pressing his cheek against Will’s. “I can hug an imaginary prince without breaking any party rules.”

“Fine.” Will sighed, placing his hands on Mike’s arms.

Richie stood awkwardly beside Mike’s empty chair, trying to ignore the fact he had become the other person in the room suddenly. He didn’t have enough hands to count how many times that had happened to him; he felt stupid not having gotten used to the feeling already. He couldn’t keep getting upset every time he was left out; he’d have nothing else left.

“I’m gonna go find my shoe.” Richie muttered, shuffling his feet towards the stairs. “Forget what I–”

“Wait!” Mike called after him, catching him before he took the first step. He turned to look, ready for Mike to retract his invite. “Take my binder and flip through some of the old campaigns! See what we’ve done.” He unwrapped one arm from Will’s shoulders to grab the book and hold it out to Richie. “Hope you’re ready. It gets intense really fast.”

“No no. I’m ready.” Richie grinned, grabbing the book. He hugged it to his chest as he raced up the stairs, nearly slipping with his one stocking-foot.

“Bye, Richie!” Will called. “See you next week!”

Yeah, yeah he would. He’d see Richie laughing, smiling, learning Mike’s accent techniques (because he still couldn’t be better than him), rambling most likely, being surrounded by friends, and not once being silenced. Richie was still missing his shoe, but he found something far more rewarding in his search; something to make him complete rather than just find one for his shoes.

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freefallingforfanfiction · 7 years ago

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Super Strange Things

Chapter Two: Not Exactly the Scooby Gang

Pairing: Eventual Johnathan Byers x Reader

Overall Summary: Y/N Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange, faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her mind.

This Chapter:Secrets are revealed about the reader who meets up with an unlikely person in the middle of the woods.

Warning: Warped time line. Also its long af

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Tagging (If you would like for me to tag you in the upcoming chapters, please feel free to message me): @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou

“Is that homemade Hamburger Helper again?” Sam whined as he peered around your body to look into the pot you were currently babysitting.

“Yup!” you exclaimed, popping the “p”.

“But that’s what you always cook!” Sam pushed.

“That’s not fair, you know I can only cook two edible meals.” You huffed at your little brothers upturned nose.

“Why can’t Dean or dad cook?” Sam whined.

“Because, sadly, neither one is home and I have no money to order out. Do you honestly think I want to eat my own cooking?”

Sam made a face of agreement and sat down at the fold up table dad had stuck in the small kitchen as a makeshift dining table, the metal chair made a cringe worthy sound as he drug it across the floor.

“So, how was school?” you asked.

“You mean the mission?” Sam grumbled.

“No, not really,” you say nonchalantly, “I mean like the classes.”

Sam’s lips twitched upwards into a small smile. “I like the science class the most, Mr. Clarke is amazing!” Sam began to gush about all the new things he’d learned in class that day and you couldn’t help but smile as you browned the meat in the pot.

“What about you, Y/N? How’d you like the school?” Sam asked as he stared up at you with big brown eyes. Sam was always at his most comfortable with you, unlike your father and brother, Sam and you were not invested in the life of being a Hunter. And thus, you did not scold, scoff, or belittle his dreams of one day leaving the life and going to college.

“I suppose it was ok,” you said as you took the pot of cooked ground meat off of the stove burner and sat it on a pot holder for it to cool while you tended to the macaroni. “You know the only subject I truly excel at is English and art, and we don’t have any art classes,” you rattled off. “But I did talk to Johnathan Byers today, the older brother of that missing kid, and he said they have a photography class here! They even have a dark room,”

Sam smiled, “You’ve always wanted to learn photography, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” You beamed shortly, then frowned. “But I don’t have a camera, and dad would never buy me one.”

“Well maybe Johnathan can teach you,” Sam suggested.

You put your index finger to your lip and tapped it a few times, “Oh yea. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to ask, but he’s not that big of a people person.”

“Neither are you,” Sam pointed out.

“Actually,” you say as you turn away from the macaroni, “I am. I really do enjoy the company of others,” you confess to your little brother, “But what’s the point of getting close to someone when we’re drug all around the state on dads cases?”

Sam shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know,” he confessed, “But I really do like Dustin,” he admitted. “Mike’s cool too, Lucas is okay, I guess. He worries a lot. And fusses a lot.”

“Won’t it make you sad to leave them behind though?” you questioned.

“Yea, I guess it will. But, someone once asked me a question.” Sam said.

“Oh,” you smile, “And what was that?”

“They asked if sadness of being apart was worse than the never knowing.”

Your smile slowly fell, “Who told you that?”

“Uncle Bobby,” Sam answered.

You nodded, the memory of a conversation once overheard playing in your mind. “I suppose he would know,” you muttered to yourself.

“Hmm?” Sam asked.

“Oh,” your face picked up again to mask what you had been thinking of, “I said I suppose he’s correct. Both of you. Maybe it’s time I experience friendship.”

“Hey Y/N?” Sam asked.

“Yes, Sammy?” you smiled cheekily at your brother.

“Did you forget about the macaroni?”

“Son of a bitch!”

In actuality, you had had a friend once. Her name was Lilliana Beauchamp, and you had met her while your dad was on a case in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was her quirkiness that had drawn you to her, you still remembered the first time you had seen her, walking atop the tall stone gates that surrounded the New Orleans cemeteries, her two small arms stuck straight out in an attempt to balance herself as she put one small foot in front of the other. Her thick, long, wavy locks covered her face, but you could see the pristine private school uniform that adorned her small frame, and the small brown messenger bag slung over her right shoulder.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” she spoke up, her voice was light and airy, like a dream.

You stopped in your tacks, looking up solely at the girl who had stopped walking and turned on her heel to look down at you through a veil of thick strawberry blonde hair. You could see her face now, her large, distrait green eyes, peering down at you. Her button nose not turned up in a sneer as the previous wearers of the same uniform had given you minutes before as they passed you in your public school uniform, her plump lips were slightly parted as she stared at you. For a moment, you wondered if the small girl staring down at you was a ghost.

“I am not a ghost,” she said, her southern accent was slow and smooth.

“How did you-” you began to ask, knowing you had not said the words a loud. Your father had rid you of that habit not long after your mother died and he took you and your two siblings on the road.

“I have special powers,” the girl said as she clasped her pale hands behind her back and began to walk again. One foot before the other.

“What are you?” you asked.

“I’m a witch,” she said, turning her head over her right shoulder to peer down at you.

You stiffened at the young girl’s confession and took a few steps back, preparing to run home to your father.

“Don’t be frightened.” The girl said. “My name is Liliana, I am not here to hurt you, but to ask you a favor,” this time when she turned around to meet your frightened gaze, her green eyes were piercing.

“I would like you and your family to leave this city.”

Lilliana, as it turned out, belonged to a long line of natural witches. Natural as in she and her family drew in their powers from nature, whereas made witches made contacts with demons in return for their powers.

That day, Lilianna warned you to leave the city, as the magic council would soon be descending upon it to make an example of the family your father had be hunting. She told you if a clan of hunters was discovered in the area, you would slaughtered as well.

She also told you that you had a gift, a gift it hadn’t taken your father longer to notice as you started to age. It seemed, to most people, that you simply had a string of good luck, but you were truly skilled in the art of divination. As you did not practice with the ability, it was limited to simple things, like guessing the correct answers to multiple choice questions you were unsure of, guessing the gender of unborn children, or plucking the correct amount of change you needed out of the old plastic ice cream jug your father kept in his truck out without looking.

You were also especially good at finding lost things, which is why you found yourself sitting outside of an area marked off by police tape. Your father, that day you had brought Liliana home, had done something you had not thought him capable of. He had packed up you and your brothers and abandoned the job after the little witch had explained the situation to him. It wasn’t until years later that Liliana, in a dream, told you that he believed in your gift.

Opening up the door of the impala let the cool night air into the previously warm vehicle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Tugging your jacket closer to your body, you shut to door to the car softly and flicked on your flashlight on, pocketing the keys. Your dad had sent you to scope out the area where he and Hopper had found Will’s bike, hoping you would pick up on something or find something they hadn’t.

You, being an obedient daughter, agreed and set out on your journey. However, the only thing you were getting was an annoying ringing in your ears. You rubbed at them, hoping to rid yourself of the noise, but it was persistent. Sighing, you decided to try and ignore the noise and continued walking into the woods.

Click. Click.

Your ears picked up at the new noise, you shinned your flashlight out in front of you, but there was nothing to see but trees.

The hairs on the back of your neck were on edge as you crept forward into the woods, your left hand resting on the pistol your father had gifted you for your last birthday.

Click.

“Anyone out there?” you called out, hoping the sound of your voice would frighten whoever was out there to make a louder noise and give away their position. And it did.

Maybe 30 or so yards away you could just hear the snapping of a branch and the faint crunch of leaves under boots above the faint static clouding your otherwise perfect hearing. You flicked the flashlight off and began to make your way in the direction of the noise, you were quite good at sneaking, a skill you had picked up hunting with your dad and older brother.

You soon approached the figure, from the silhouette it looked like a male, and he had his back to you. He looked strangely familiar, and as you focused on the male before you, you slipped up and kicked a chunk of dirt, causing the man to whip his head around.

Without thinking, you rushed him, slipping your switch blade from your pocket. You jumped up in the air, tucking your legs in, your arms out. Your arms connected with the man’s chest, sending him to the ground where you landed on top of him, your legs on either side of him, your left arm balancing you out, your right arm holding up the switch blade.

“Who are you?” you barked, “This is a prohibited area.”

“Jonathan,” the voice yelled out, slightly frightened, “Jonathan Byers!”

“Jonathan?” you asked, your voice laced with confusion.

“Y-Y/N?” the boy asked.

“Yea,” you responded, your eye brows furrowing together out of confusion. “What are you doing here?

“I could ask you the same thing.” Jonathan grumbled from beneath you.

“My dad dropped something here earlier, he asked me to come find it as I have better eyes.” You quickly lied.

“What’s so important that you have to come out here in the middle of the night to look for?” Jonathan asked, slightly winded.

“A good luck charm my mom gave him,” you responded quickly, yet again. You were really good at lying on the spot.

“I guess he would get in real trouble if she found that was missing,” Jonathan said before, “Hey, would you mind, you know, getting off of me?”

You looked down at him startled, as if you had only just registered the fact that you were practically straddling him, and flipped your blade closed, pocketing it before you hopped up off the poor boy.

“Sorry about that,” you said as you offered your hand to him.

“I get a little paranoid, didn’t know it was you, thought you may have been a kidnapper or something.”

Jonathan let you help him get to his feet, stiffening as you absentmindedly started to brush leaves and dirt off of his clothing.

“So, what were you doing here?” you asked.

“I was looking for clues,” Jonathan muttered as he held up his camera, which was hanging loosely around his neck.

“What are you, Fred Jones? Don’t think the police can do their jobs?” you asked as you finished brushing the last of the dirt off of him and returned your hands to your hips, shifting your weight to the left leg.

“No, it’s not that,” Jonathan mumbled.

You quirked a brow, “What is it then?”

“I wasn’t there for him,” Jonathan whispered softly, “I didn’t do anything then, so I can’t just sit around and do nothing now. I need to be out here looking for my little brother.

You dropped your hands from your hips and brought them to the front you your chest, your fingers fidgeting with each other. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive,” you said slightly as you looked down at your hands.

Bringing your gaze up to look at his solemn face, you smiled reassuringly, even though he wasn’t looking. “How about I help you take a look around? I already found what my dad needed.”

“Why?” Jonathan asked, causing your face to drop.

“Because,” you said, your voice coming out semi-confused, “If either one of my brothers ever went missing, I would go out of my mind with worry. And I would want somebody to help me.”

Your answer was honest, and Jonathan could tell as he raised his gaze to meet your earnest one. His eyes softened slightly and the corner of his lips twice slightly, like he wanted to smile but couldn’t.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Your welcome,” you smiled. “So where have you looked?” you asked.

So, Jonathan walked you around everything he had already been through briskly, pointing out things he had taken photos of as possible evidence, or as you now referred to them, “clues”. You had been rubbing your right arm for about ten minutes, contemplating on when, if, or who you should ask Jonathan to teach you photography when Jonathan stopped in his tracks, causing you to ram into his back. Immediately, his scent washed over you. You could smell the faint scent of the chemicals used to process photos lingering on his jacket, but he also smelt like [insert your favorite guy scent]. The nice smell made you slightly dizzy, and you were not prepared when he turned around and bluntly asked, “What do you want to ask me?”

His suddenly straight-forward demeanor threw you off, causing you to uncharacteristically stutter as the word “What” tumbled ungracefully from your lips.

“I can feel your eyes burning a hole through the back of my head, what is it?” Jonathan had turned around to look at you, his face was clouded with annoyance, causing your already shaky resolve to ask him to teach your photography to further dissolve.

“Well?” Jonathan tossed his arms out, and you brought yours in slightly, your fingers playing with each other once more. Normally, you would be spitting fire if anyone had dared talk to you like that, but you liked Jonathan. He seemed like a good person, and you found him interesting, and you were trying to make him your second friend, so, you took a deep breath and looked the boy in the eye.

“I was wondering if you would be willing to teach me photography?” you asked hopefully. “My dad would never buy me a camera or anything but I was wondering if I could just watch you develop pictures and stuff? So I could see how it’s done and maybe one day when I get a camera of my own I would mostly know what I was doing?”

Jonathans face relaxed at your words.

“I was just unsure of asking you because I didn’t want you to think I’m just being nice to you because I want something,” you elaborated. “I actually do want to be your friend.”

“I though you said you didn’t bother making those?” Jonathan asked, a questioning look over taking his features.

“I don’t,” your responded, “But my little brother convinced me to make an exception, just this once,” you smiled softly. Jonathan shook his head, but you could see his upturned lips and hear the breathy chuckle he let out.

“Well then, I guess I can make that exception too.”

You beamed happily, brushing a few H/C locks from your face and tucking them behind your ear. Now that you had gotten this far, you were slightly nervous. Liliana had made friends with you, not the other way around, so you weren’t entirely sure on how to proceed. However, before you could continue, you felt a weight being placed around your neck. You looked up to see Jonathan placing his camera around you and taking your flash light.

“I guess now is as good a time to start as ever,” he mused as he shown the light on his camera.

“Ok, so,” Jonathan began to explain to you the different functions of his camera, as well as the various settings it contained as the two of you sat on the forest floor with only the faint moon light and shine of the flashlight allowing you to see. Before long, you were snapping photos of Jonathan, who was heavily protesting and trying to hid his face from you, causing you to laugh as you tried to pry his hands away from his face.

“Come on you’re wasting film,” Jonathan whined, “I am not a pretty subject to shoot,” he snorted as you got his hands away from his face and snapped a picture of him laughing.

“Oh come now, your lovely,” you laughed out in a terrible British accent.

“Lovely am I?” Jonathan asked, his voice filled with amusement.

“Quite,” you replied in the same voice you had used before, causing Jonathan to shake his head at you, but the amused chuckles were still leaving his body, and you were fairly proud of yourself for putting that smile on his face.

“Now,” Jonathan smiled, “That’s not a very popular opinion around here.”

“Anyone who doesn’t share that opinion can fight me!” You said as you sassily shook your head side to side.

“So you’re going to fight the whole school?”

“Fuck ye-”

Just then, a scream pierced the air, causing both you and Jonathan’s heads to snap upwards in an attempt to place where the scream came from.

“What was that?” Jonathan asked nervously.

“Whatever it was doesn’t sound good,” you said slowly as you rose to your feet, “Came from that direction,” you said, jabbing your finger ahead of you, further into the woods.

Jumping to your feet, you began to jog through the forest, bobbing and weaving through the trees. You could heard the loud crunch of Jonathans boots hitting the ground behind you as he chased after you, catching up to you in no time with his longer legs. He ran alongside you, sending a look your way.

“Is it a smart idea to be chasing after that?” He breathily asked.

“Probably not,” you huffed out, “But it could have something to do with Will,” you said as you pressed on, running for a few more minutes before you suddenly saw a clearing that gave you a full view of a very large, very populated house.

Jonathan had to grab you by the wrist to stop you from propelling through the clearing, and for the third time that night you found your held pressed against the boy. The force of being stopped and yanked back mid run sent you crashing against Jonathan’s chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps. He had to wrap his arms around your waist to steady the both of you and your cheek hit his chest with a soft thud.

“Ow,” you wined as you rubbed you cheek against his chest in an attempt to rub away the hurt.

“Sorry,” Jonathan whispered from above you, “We don’t want to stumble into Steve’s yard.”

“Yea,” you responded, turning around in the boy’s arms to look at the scene before you. It looked like a party to you, and some unfortunate soul had just gotten tossed into the pool. That explained the scream.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s get going.” Jonathan said, allowing his arms to fall from around you, just comprehending what he was doing. You shivered, not realizing how cold you were until Jonathan’s warm arms released you.

“Wait hold on,” you muttered as you began to fiddle with the camera around your neck.

“What are you doing?” Jonathan asked as you held the camera up, taking a few photos of the group before you.

“Getting a few shots of the house,” you told him, “I can actually see what I’m doing with this lighting,” you explained.

Jonathan nodded from behind you, “Good idea, remember to focus the lenses back when you zoom in and out.”

“Gotcha,” you said.

Click.

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