#but yeah. i imagine they think carver is only knocked out so they try to lure the darkspawn away from him

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Couldn't play again today so i'm still thinking about Carver sorry not sorry <3

Anyways. Thinking about how Aveline is theoretically perfect to fill in the space of tank in their defence when Carver is down, but it's all Wrong. All the wrong moves and timing and signals and it completely throws Liam and Bethany off

[ashwhowrites]

Can I request some jealous! Eddie x cheerleader! reader? (Totally inspired to request bc of the Billy fic!) But what if Reader and Eddie had been dating for over a year and Reader is a cheerleader, and Eddie's jealous bc he always find Steve, Billy, Jason, and all those jocks flirting with reader (pretend this is B4 season 4) and once they were at Chrissy's party, Eddie to do deals, but he found the jocks flirting with Reader at a party (reader thinks the jocks are dumb). After some hours, Eddie has had enough, he takes her to his van and they have sex and Reader's like, if you were so jealous you should've told me! (But like, she's not angry, she thinks it's cute that Eddie acts overprotective and all that when he's jealous) ik you just wrote the Billy one, but I can imagine Billy and Eddie being like different kind of jealous boys (if that's a thing!)

Haha I'm glad you got some inspiration. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

If the van is shaking, don't come knocking

Eddie knew that the second he took Y/N off the market, there would be consequences. When Eddie was chasing after her, he wasn't the only one. He was running with every boy in school, all competing to win her heart. He knew she was way out of his league, and he knew if he fucked up, she has many options waiting for her.

But for some reason, she set her eyes on Eddie at the start and they never wandered off. Eddie doesn't understand it, but he isn't gonna question it.

Sadly, the jocks didn't quite stop chasing her after their relationship went official. Eddie felt like he had to beat guys off of her with a stick. Even after a full year of being together, the basketball ball team watched her more than the ball. Eddie almost wanted to join the team just so he could throw the ball at their dicks.

Billy Hargrove, a blonde with blue eyes and a reputation for being amazing in bed. Eddie knows Billy isn't a real competition because Y/N was sweet and hated assholes. Plus he looked nothing like Eddie, and Eddie knows he's Y/N's type. So only a .5 threat to Eddie. But Billy knew how to flirt, and that scared Eddie.

Jason Carver, another blonde and blue eyes, is not a threat to Eddie. Incredibly rich? Yeah, he's got that over Eddie's head. Still an asshole, but less than Billy. A full-point threat to Eddie.

Steve fucking Harrington, has dark hair and dark eyes. Bits of curls were thrown in and moles on his delicate skin. He was rich, smart, stupidly friendly, and one of Y/N's closest friends. And the damn guy was good with kids, which Y/N fawned over. A full ten-point threat to Eddie.

~~~

It was party night at Chrissy's and Eddie didn't want to leave the van. Y/N was wearing dark jeans, an old hoodie of Eddie's, and white sneakers. And Eddie wanted to pounce. The way her perfume lingered on his hoodie made his brain shut off and his dick has full control. He couldn't help but move his hand up her thigh and kiss her neck.

"Let's just stay in here." He whispered, his hot tongue licking up her neck. She whined as she melted into his touch. He always knew how to get her hot and bothered in seconds.

"I wish, but we can't. Chrissy was pissed when we skipped the last party to hook up in the hot tub in the basement." Y/N whined, but not trying too hard to push him off.

"Ugh fine. Stupid cheer squad." Eddie said as he groaned. He pulled himself away and took out his keys.

"Be nice!" Y/N warned. She gave him a stern look but still pecked his lips before they got out of the van.

And just like months to a flame, the boys came running.

"Heya gorgeous, interested in some beer bong?" Billy asked, his shirt unbuttoned as his chest glistened in some type of liquid. Eddie slipped his hand into Y/N's back pocket, a glare sent to the bad boy.

"Maybe in a bit? Eddie and I are going to get a drink!" She said sweetly as she waved. Eddie sometimes hated how sweet she was to everyone.

"I'll let your boyfriend play!" Billy tried again, a smirk on his face when Y/N squealed excitedly.

"Baby! Let's go play. You kick ass at this game all the time." Y/N said, grabbing his hand out of her jeans pocket to hold it and drag him to the table.

Y/N swept the hoodie over her head, she didn't want to ruin it with stains of beer or whatever alcohol was in the cups.

Eddie growled as Billy whistled, his eyes taking in Y/N's tight black long-sleeve. Eddie couldn't help but stare as well, but he's the boyfriend so he's allowed to do that.

"Just go, Hargrove," Eddie said as he rolled his eyes.

"If I win, your girl is my partner for the next round," Billy said, smirking as he threw the ball and it landed perfectly in the red solo cup.

Eddie already planned to win, but now he wasn't leaving until he embarrassed the king of Hawkins.

~~~

"THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!" Y/N screamed, a little tipsy. She held her arms up proud as Eddie sank the ball in the last remaining cup. Eddie smirked as Billy glared over, his girl wrapped herself around his body in a side cuddle. Eddie stood proud, his hand came down on her ass and he gripped it hard. Billy's eyes watched with anger and jealousy as he chugged the drink.

Y/N put back on Eddie's hoodie and grabbed Eddie's hand.

After the game, they finally made it inside the actual party. And to no surprise, Jason found them.

"Well hello, beautiful. How are you?" He asked, his eyes not looking away from her.

"A little tipsy. Eddie and I just creamed Hargrove at beer pong." Y/N said, she was so friendly and sweet that she didn't notice every time she brought up Eddie, these boys fought back a glare. Almost like she was always reminding them without knowing.

"Good. Someone needed to take him down a few" Jason said, and Y/N laughed. Of course, Jason felt like he was the man for making her laugh. But so what, Eddie made her laugh a hundred times a day.

Jason and Y/N talked for a few minutes, Eddie stood next to her but didn't contribute to the conversation. Just kept his eyes on Jason to make sure he didn't try anything.

"Need to run to the bathroom. Be aware of your surroundings and don't let him flirt into your mouth." Eddie said, pecking her cheek. She nodded and moved to peck his lips.

Eddie knew he had to be fast, the boys watched her like a prey. The second the alpha was gone, they prepared to attack.

~~~

Eddie went as fast as he could, washing his hands in five seconds as he raced back out. Only to not find her in the same place he left her.

It was thirty seconds, how the fuck did she move so fast?

He searched the house and made his way to the kitchen. He smiled as he watched her sit on the counter, her feet dangling as she sipped on water. He panicked and all she was doing was being a good girl and drinking water.

Eddie for the first time since they came, felt like it was just the two of them. But then Steve walked right into the perfect picture.

"Thanks for the water." She said as she chugged it down.

"Of course, someone should be watching over something as delicate as you," Steve said, his fingers reaching up to touch her chin, but Eddie's hand stopped him. He didn't say a word, just growled at Steve and shoved him.

Steve was the one guy he refused to let flirt with her for one second. Steve backed off and pouted as Eddie grabbed Y/N's hand and raced them out the door.

"Eddie? Where are we going?" She asked, her feet trying to keep up with his long strides. But Eddie didn't say a word, he opened the back of his van and crawled in. Even though he looked pissed, he was a gentleman and gently helped her up into the van.

"What's wrong?" She tried again as he slammed shut the doors. Instead of answering, he smashed his lips on hers. He easily pushed her down, her back against the soft carpet. His hands were working up and down her body at a fast pace.

They pulled apart to quickly take off their clothes, both eagerly trying to get naked as fast as they could. Y/N didn't even have time to take off her bra when Eddie was pushing her down again.

He dove between her thighs, hot tongue swirling around her clit as he shoved two fingers into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around them. Getting them soaked in her spit. She let them go with a loud pop, then he took the same fingers and shoved them into her cunt.

She whined as his mouth sucked on her clit and his fingers scissored inside of her. He was fucking her fast, and it made her head spin. She could feel him forcing an orgasm out of her. Like he wanted her to cum in seconds. She moaned, her thighs clenching around his head as her hands dug into his hair. She kept his head in place as she rocked her hips against his tongue and fingers.

But before she could cum, he removed himself. She whined after him, her hands reaching for him.

"One second, pretty girl. Just want you to soak my cock." He smirked, leaning down to peck her lips as he pushed his cock inside of her. She whimpered as his cock stretched her out even further. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he started fucking into her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. She was screaming and clawing at everything she could. He was ruthless, almost animal-like. His mouth was on hers, then her neck, chest, and every part of skin he could reach. His hands were above her head as he looked down at her. He watched her face as her body took his cock perfectly. The way her cunt would clench around him, letting him feel the pulsing inside of her. Then her eyes would squeeze shut and her mouth would drop open with screams, moans, and whimpers.

Eddie wanted the van to shake. He wanted everyone to hear her. He wanted everyone to know she was getting fucked good by her boyfriend. He hoped Billy was still playing beer pong, he hoped Jason went outside for air, and he hoped Steve followed them outside. He wished more than anything they could see his van shake and know her tight cunt was getting fucked by him and him only.

His fingers went down to her clit, and that's when she saw stars. She screamed as she covered his cock in her cum. Her wetness making a mess everywhere and probably staining the carpet below them. She could feel Eddie in her stomach, his bulge showing as it moved inside her stomach. She pressed down on it, loving the way Eddie growled.

"Gonna fill this pretty pussy with all my cum. Gonna be dripping with my cum inside of you." He growled into her ear, he panted as he felt his balls tighten. His hot cum filled her as he bit down on her shoulder. She whimpered as her cunt grew sensitive and the extra hit of his teeth created marks on her delicate skin.

He slowly pumped himself dry inside of her, gently removing himself. He prepped her face with kisses and praise. Reaching for a spare towel he kept for these occasions. He gently wiped off her cunt, trying not to dive in for seconds as her cunt pulsed and gushed.

"If you were so jealous, you could've told me." She said with a breathy laugh. She was fucked out, barely felt anything.

Eddie looked up at her. She looked down at him with a fucked out, dazed look. A lazy smile on her face.

"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie winked

Eddie- a full threat to Billy, Jason and Steve

[amatchinwater]

Your Eddie / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You (adoptive Carver sibling) go with Chrissy to her drug deal with Eddie, only to become jealous watching him flirt with her the whole time. Needing to make a buy of your own, you head to Eddie's trailer that night and end up telling him how you feel.

Words: 2628

Warnings: 18+ (language and drugs), could be seen as possessive behavior, light angst

a/n: this is my first imagine and ST fic and I'm super nervous...do it scared, right? Okay, fuck, here we go. Feel free to send a request if you'd like, I have two other ideas I'm working on. (Master list)

Not my gif, credit to creator!!

“You’re doing what?” You ask, trying your best not to shriek the word. 

“Meeting Eddie in the woods during lunch,” Chrissy shrugs her shoulder like it’s the most normal thing she’s ever said. “He said that he has something that could help me sleep. And get rid of the headaches I’ve been having lately.” 

“Drugs, Chris, he has drugs to sell you.” You’re not opposed to drugs, you’ve smoked plenty of times and see Reefer Rick more than Chrissy lately and she’s your best friend. It’s more so the fact that Ms. Perfect Head Cheerleader is willingly doing this that has you so shocked. “Are they really that bad?” You ask, wanting to make sure that she’s tried everything first. Her parents are super strict and you don’t want her to get in trouble. 

Not to mention your brother is a bit of a dick. No matter how much Jason claims he loves and cares about Chrissy, he’d flip his shit if he knew she turned to drugs. Even more so that said drugs came from Eddie Munson. ‘Freak of Hawkins High’ as your dear brother likes to call him. 

“I’m at the point of trying anything if it will make it stop,” Chrissy sighs, mouth drooping into a pout, “please come with me. It’s not that I don’t trust Eddie, I just don’t know what I’m doing. But you do. Please,” she draws out the word, resorting to pleading hands and slightly bouncing, making her blonde ponytail sway back and forth. 

With a groan, you bite your lip, “fine,” putting your hands on her shoulders to make her stop bouncing. “Let’s go,” you throw your arm over her, heading towards the exit. “I was actually looking forward to lunch today, you know. You owe me a burger.”

“Deal,” Chrissy giggles, returning your embrace as you both head for the woods. 

“If he tries to charge you more than forty, we’re leaving,” you say watching Chrissy sit down at the picnic table. She turns to protest, but you cut her off. “I will get you stuff from my guy. But I won’t let you be overcharged just because you have a pretty face, okay?” 

“And this is why I love you,” she beams a pearly white smile at you.

You roll your eyes playfully, “yeah, yeah, love you too, Chris.” 

“Chrissy Cunningham and Y/N Carver,” Eddie’s voice startles you from where you’re leaning against a tree. “Hawkins High sweethearts here to make a drug deal.” You roll your eyes at the comment, you may be a Carver by name, but you’re not a sweetheart. “Did our little town turn into the Twilight Zone and no one told me?” He grins, making your heart flutter. 

The whole reason you didn’t really want to be here. It’s not the drug deal. It’s not that you’re missing lunch to be here. It’s Eddie. The fearless leader of Hellfire that you’ve been in love with since freshman year. His brown eyes that are nearly black and so fucking hypnotizing. Curly hair that you just want to run your finger through and braid if he’d let you just so you had an excuse to touch it. God, and the rings adorning his fingers shining with the little wave he gives you while grinning. 

That fucking grin. 

It kills you every time you see it. Especially when it turns sinister towards Jason. You’re grateful for your adoptive family and love them in earnest. But your brother is a grade A dickhead. It’s nice to watch him get knocked down a peg or two every now and then. 

You’d been so busy thinking about Eddie that you didn’t even notice real Eddie already sat at the table with Chrissy, flipping open his metal box. You push off the tree to join them, sitting on the dead wood, thankful you chose ripped jeans today because surely this table is splinter city. 

“You really don’t remember me?” Eddie asks Chrissy. 

You cross your arms over your chest, knowing she probably doesn’t. She even says as much. Then Eddie throws himself off the bench, rolling in the leaves before hopping up. Causing a fit of giggles to bubble from your best friend’s chest. 

“Is there something in my hair?” He teases, brushing leaves and small twigs from his wild curls. 

What you wouldn’t give to be able to do that for him. Instead, you’re sitting here stewing. Watching the one guy you’ve had a crush on your entire high school career flirt with Chrissy. It really shouldn’t sting this much. You’ve had maybe three interactions with Eddie if you don’t count the times you’ve been partnered up in classes. Forced conversations don’t really count, now, do they? And Chris is beautiful. It’s not hard to see or understand someone- everyone- wanting to be with her. 

It just sucks that it’s Eddie. You tune out their entire exchange, opting to pick at a chipped part of the table. Until the giggles cease and you see the bag of weed get offered to Chrissy.

“Twenty bucks, whaddya say?” 

Chris looks at you in silent question. You examine the bag, seeing a decent amount of bud in the bag considering the price tag. Biting away the snort at the proof that he really must have a thing for her if he’s selling it for that cheap. You nod at her. 

“So glad you approve, princess,” Eddie says to you as Chrissy pays him and takes the bag. 

“Princess?” Chrissy’s face scrunches sweetly, asking the question burning the tip of your own tongue. 

A slight pink color stains his cheeks, gesturing between you two. “Queen of Hawkins High,” he points at your best friend. “Can’t have two queens, so,” Eddie makes a weird gesture, face getting redder, “so, princess. It made sense in my head,” he adds, closing the metal box, slinging his jacket and vest back over his arms. “Come find me if you need more,” Eddie gets up and walks away, “you, too, princess.”

“Thanks Eddie!” Chris calls at his retreating back. 

“Anytime,” he raises the ‘rock on’ symbol, sauntering through the trees.

After school, you make dinner for yourself since Jason is out for the game and your parents are away on some romantic getaway they just had to take. It’s whatever. You’re pretty used to fending for yourself before you were adopted, so it’s not like you’re incapable of cooking a meal. You just can’t seem to shake the irritation from watching Eddie and Chris from earlier. Maybe if you had told literally anyone how you felt about him, you wouldn’t have this giant green monster on your back. 

Who are you kidding? Of course you would. It would just be ten times worse because then you’d have to deal with the pity. But you know Chrissy. If anything she was just being nice to Eddie since he had what she wanted. Something of which you could desperately use right now. So once the dishes are cleaned, you head upstairs to your room for your stash. Completely forgetting that the last time you’d smoked, you’d used the last of it. 

“Shit,” you close the small tin, tucking it back between your mattress. Guess it’s time to call Reefer Rick again. Grumbling to yourself, you go right back downstairs to the phone and dial his number. It rings endlessly until the line finally clicks over to voicemail. You try calling three more times, meeting his voicemail every time. “Dammit,” you groan, slamming the phone back on the receiver. 

Not wanting to go to bed without it, knowing it will calm you more than anything and more than likely make you forget about earlier today for a time, you contemplate your options. You could just drive out to Rick’s. But his rules are to call first. Unyielding even. There’s only one other person in this town that you could get weed from: Eddie. Except you don’t have his phone number. But everyone in school knows where he lives. 

If you want a good night's sleep, you’re going to have to go there, hope he’s home, and hope that he has enough left to sell you. Hell, even if it’s just one spare joint, you’ll take it. You can manage to buy from him without making a total fool out of yourself. That’s totally a thing you’re capable of doing. 

Your body doesn’t seem to really care, because your hands have already grabbed your keys and backpack so that you have your wallet too and you’re walking out the front door into the night. 

Thankfully when you pull up to the trailer, Eddie’s van is sitting outside. Killing the engine, you drum your fingers on the steering wheel in hopes of expunging your nervous energy. “Don’t be a pussy, Y/N/N, you can do this,” you pump yourself up, yanking the keys from the ignition and practically throwing yourself out of the car. Hopping on the porch, your knuckles rap on the white door, trying to be louder than the music. 

It worked, because the music stops and after a few fumbling noises the front door yanks open, revealing Eddie still in his Hellfire raglan. “Carver,” he says in surprise, grinning as he leans against the doorframe, “to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Rick isn’t answering his phone,” you say, cutting right to the chase. Refusing to be enthralled by his presence when you know how he feels about Chrissy. It’s doing a really good job of making you feel bitter. “I was hoping you had more of what you sold to Chris.”

“Ouch,” his face scrunches, tone playful as he splays a hand over his chest, “I’m your second option?” 

You lift a shoulder in a half shrug, “why go through his dealer when I can get it from the source?” You nod your head to the side, “well, usually. Not tonight apparently.” 

“Fair enough,” Eddie grins again, dropping his hand and opening the door more. Waving his hand in the opening he says, “come on in, princess.” Your boot hovers over the threshold, nerves tickling your stomach again. At your hesitance, Eddie drops his voice, “I promise I won’t bite.”

I’d probably like it if you did. 

Shaking the thought from your head, you enter the trailer, waiting in the living room for him to close the door, admiring the wall of hats. “Collector?” You ask to fill the silence, curiosity getting the best of you. 

“They’re my uncles,” Eddie informs you, pointing towards the hallway, “stash is in my room. Anything particular you were looking for?” He asks, leading you through the trailer to his bedroom. “Hello, sweetheart,” Eddie strums his guitar strings, spinning on his heels to face you. 

You can’t help the small laugh at the act. The feeling of earlier might still be playing on a loop in your head, but seeing him be such a goof warms your heart. It’s not possible for it to not affect you no matter how hard you fight it. Eddie is attractive all around. And it’s chipping away at your defenses and you didn’t even process he was speaking to you until a hand waves in your face. 

“Yo,” Eddie whistles, waving his hand again to snap you back to the room, “off in fantasy land, princess?” He smiles at you. 

“I’m fine,” you reply a little harsher than you meant to. But trying to reign yourself in from being in Eddie fucking Munson’s room worked a little too well. Feelings for Chris or not, he’s the last person you want to be a bitch to.

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against his dresser, “what gives, Carver?” But he doesn’t sound angry. Or even look put off, to be honest. “I know you’re snarky, but what happened to the little smiles I usually get?” 

You freeze on the spot. Because if Eddie has noticed all the small smiles you’ve ever thrown his way, that means he’s noticed all the times you’ve caught yourself staring at him. Embarrassed with yourself, you stare at the carpet. Not wanting to admit that the reason you’re so bent out of shape is that your crush doesn’t like you. So you shove your own arms over your chest and grumble, “it’s nothing.” 

“No, no,” Eddie gets in your space, lifting your chin with his pointer, causing your breath to hitch and your eyes to widen. “Talk to me, sweet girl.” Sure, totally. If you could fucking breathe! “You used to be able to talk to me,” the finger falls from your chin along with his voice. Dropping to just above a whisper. Gentle. Soft. He takes a step back.

Utter shock washes over your face. When you first became a Carver, you were in middle school and had no friends. Jason was hitting puberty and wasn’t much help. You found yourself at the very picnic table you sat at with Chrissy and Eddie. And found a freshman drawing up plans for a D&D campaign. He was the first person to be nice to you. Eddie listened to you when you told him about adjusting to having a family was harder than you thought. 

Neither of you made it back to school that day you’d talked so long.  You didn’t think he’d remember that. 

It’s what planted the seeds for your crush on him. Once you started high school the following year, there was never a chance for you. Hook line and sinker right from the start.

But Eddie wants Chrissy.

The words spill from your mouth before you can stop them, “Chrissy!” You exclaim, unable to help yourself. Scoffing a laugh, “I love her, don’t get me wrong, but it’s always fucking Chrissy. She’s the one everyone wants. Not even you can help but flirt with her.”

Eddie laughs. Honest to god laughs. “You’re serious?” His eyes light up and he smiles. You glare at him. “Oh, you are serious,” Eddie chuckles under his breath, “okay.” He gets back in your space, ring clad hand rising to brush his fingers along your jaw and tsks when you lean into the touch. “Oh, princess, that wasn’t flirting. This is flirting.” 

Eddie is saying it more to your mouth than he is to your face. A fact you realize only once those dark eyes drag away from your lips. It’s really hot and your heart is pounding away in your ribcage trying to make an escape. You want to say something, anything, but there’s a fist in your throat preventing any words from coming out. 

His hand cups your face, thumb grazing along the skin, “Chrissy is great, sure.” Eddie licks his lip, never looking away from you as he moves a stray hair from your forehead, “but what good is a knight without his princess?” 

You sputter a laugh, “did you just use D&D as a pickup line on me?” 

“Did it work?” Eddie twists his face funnily. 

Another laugh pushes past your lips and you nod in his hand, “of course it did.” He could’ve beckoned you with one finger and your knees would give out. A cheesy line that’s just so Eddie is perfection. 

“Good,” he whispers, leaning in slow enough to give you a chance to pull back before his lips meet yours. It’s feather light and lasts all of a second, “my princess,” murmured against your mouth. 

You let out a soft whine at the declaration, crashing your lips back to Eddie’s as your fingers curl in his shirt to keep him close. “My Eddie?” You pant, eyes searching his, hoping this means what you want it to.

“Your Eddie,” he agrees, pulling you back in with a smile on his face. 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Headcanons for Stranger things Eddie being Friends with a Friendly Ghost Child yn please? They look up at him and likes to make cool things for him? Like imagine in a dnd session where there’s a cold windy night as a scenario,they make the air go chilly and make strong wind noises,they would scare others away if they’re beingrude to Eddie’s ((maybe even saving him?? ))

Aw I love this idea!! Let's say Ghost!Y/N’s around 10-11 years old

Also these hcs got long so half of them (aka the angstier ones that go into major spoiler territory) are under the cut!

........

The memories of your death remained fuzzy; not even the wounds on your ghostly form could help you recall what exactly happened the day you perished.

Not only that, but you were stuck in the living world for some reason...

Yet you didn’t despair over this. In fact, you stayed hopeful and optimistic. Even if you couldn’t move on, you wanted to at least find some new purpose in your afterlife.

So you explored Hawkins, which led you to the highschool where you noticed cliques of science nerds, band geeks, preps, and athletes in the lunchroom. It made you wonder where you’d fit in if you were still alive, but you weren’t exactly sure...

Then you hear a student’s boisterous voice taking jabs at the groups, proclaiming that “conformity is killing the kids”..or something like that.

You didn’t fully understand what he meant, but when you saw his long hair, rings, and biker jacket, you instantly admired his aesthetic.

He looked like the coolest guy ever standing up on that table, mimicking devil horns when confronted by a jock.

Then you officially crossed paths with him after noticing he dropped a D&D dice as he’s walking down the hall, listening to heavy metal. You happened to love D&D as well and knew it was important that he had it.

“Hey! I think you dropped something.” Forgetting that he probably couldn’t see you, you picked it up and tried getting his attention.

Eddie stops short when he sees you in front of him, removing his headphones with wide eyes.

You’re worried that you scared him, but then he smiles and thanks you, remarking that you seemed way too young to attend highschool right now.

Meanwhile, you’re perplexed that he can actually see and hear you.

He doesn’t realize you’re a ghost until the jock from the cafeteria sees him and scoffs like “Hey, druggie. You talking to air now?”

“No, Carver.” Eddie sneers back. “Don’t you see the kid standing right there?!”

“...what kid?”

Suddenly, he realizes that Jason does not see you at all and he clams up.

The jock continues taunting him until an invisible force knocks the books out of his hands. He freaks out and runs away, before Eddie sees you reappear.

“Why is that guy so mean to--oops, uh..” You feel awkward as he stares at you in shock, worried that he’ll run too. “Hi.”

“H-Hey....so.....you’re a real ghost?”

“Yeah. But it’s weird how only you can see me..”

“Yeah, that’s weird but...pretty cool, I guess. Although this reminds me of a session I made where the party had to defeat evil ghosts who tried turning them against each other through possession.....you’re not evil, are you?” He eyes you suspiciously.

“What? No! Of course not!” You huff. "We're not all evil."

“Then why are you still here among the living?”

“I dunno. I’m still trying to figure that out. But I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Although cautious at first, Eddie quickly became friends with you and invited you to join the Hellfire Club that day, wondering what cool powers you had.

Even you weren’t sure, but you experimented with them and provided his D&D session with an eerie atmosphere for immersion purposes.

Eddie began with “On this cold, windy night..” and you decreased the temperature of the surrounding air and made windy sound effects, blowing out some of the nearby candles and relighting them when appropriate for his story.

This sent shivers down the club members’ spines as they wonder how he’s able to do that. They suspect he hid fans around the place. 

But you and Eddie just grin at each other, finding a way to make this game even better.

Outside of club, you hang out with him at his trailer, listening to him practice a Metallica song on his guitar and brainstorming new ideas for D&D sessions.

You quickly see how harshly he’s treated by other students, including that “Carver” guy who reminded you of bullies from your school, so you’ll harmlessly prank them and send them running scared. You both get a kick out of it.

Unfortunately, these fun times don’t last forever as things start to go wrong in Hawkins.

After Eddie witnesses Chrissy’s death, he panics and avoids you.

But you have no idea what happened or why he’s so terrified of you all of the sudden. You're certain you haven't insulted him in any way..but it took you forever to find him and confront him about this.

“Eddie, what’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“Just don't follow me anymore. Go haunt somebody else!!”

“What? I-I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?? What happened-?”

“CHRISSY IS GONE, [Y/N]!!!” He finally screams. “THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED!!”

You flinched as he yelled at you, but you’re horrified at the revelation. “That..nice cheerleader? She’s dead..?”

Part of him feels bad for startling you, but he gets choked up as he accuses you of possessing and killing her, believing you lied to him about never hurting anyone.

With tears in your eyes you try defending yourself. “Eddie, I..I wasn’t anywhere near your trailer that night. I would never do that to anyone!”

“B-But if not you, then who else?!"

“I don’t know! But I swear I didn't do that to her. Please..you have to believe me. Why would I ever break my promise? Why would I want to hurt anyone you cared about?”

Even after Eddie stops running from you, he’s still emotionally distant, which worsens after he’s accused of more murders and thinks making contact with you somehow “cursed” him.

This wasn’t the cool rebellious dungeon master you once looked up to anymore. He became so..withdrawn. Yet you didn’t wanna abandon the only person who could see you. So you never left his side.

Once Dustin and the others find him and explain the Upside Down--he realizes he was wrong about you and apologizes.

Of course you forgive him, knowing he’s just scared and confused.

Though all this talk about the UD leaves you wondering if it had something to do with your inability to move on. Maybe you’ll find answers there and help stop the real monster who was ruining Eddie’s life.

So you venture into the dimension with the group, and its supernatural forces somehow allow everyone to see you. And this leads to a very awkward explanation from Eddie on how you both met. Your injuries carried over, but you reassured them they didn't hurt.

When a demobat spots you, it swoops down to attack--only for it to fly right through you and crash into a wall.

That’s when you realize the monsters can’t harm you, and you use this to your advantage in distracting the swarms of demobats sent by Vecna, especially when they come for Eddie and Dustin.

You choose to stay behind in the UD to keep them away from the portal for as long as possible, snatching the sheet so Eddie can’t chase after you.

Eventually Vecna is seemingly defeated, and Eddie and Dustin return to the dimension, but neither of them can find you anywhere.

Days later, there’s still no sign of you in the real Hawkins, and this leaves Eddie a total wreck as he wonders what happened to you.

Were you corrupted by the UD? Did a monster find a way to harm you? Or did you simply pass on without saying goodbye?

He still had to hide from a town who hated him, and despite having friends who believed him..he's never felt so alone.

You were just a kid. A brave kid who made the ultimate sacrifice for him, a cowardly adult who accused you of murders you weren’t even capable of committing.

It crushed him. He was proud of himself for that concert, for not running from the swarm but facing it.

But he couldn't help you.

He feels like he failed as a shepherd, losing one of his sheep forever.

And he laments over this while taking a smoke break in the woods, the same place where he once connected with Chrissy.

But he becomes frustrated when the lighter’s flame keeps going out, which was a habit of yours to deter him from smoking.

Then...he hears a familiar voice.

“You know that's bad for you."

Eddie turns and gawks as he sees you sitting beside him, in a fully corporeal human body. Your wounds were patched up and your eyes no longer looked lifeless--as if you’ve been reborn.

Apparently the time you’ve spent in the UD allowed you to travel between dimensions, and you found a way to keep the corporeal form you gained there in the real world (although it’s temporary).

You just smiled at your friend once you finished explaining why you were gone for so long. “So I basically leveled-up and gained mastery over-”

Immediately Eddie breaks and hugs you, sobbing with relief and thanking you for all you’ve done for him, apologizing again for how he treated you before.

And again, you forgive him and hug him back, promising you won’t leave.

You ended up finding your new purpose after all:

Eddie was in desperate need of a guardian angel..and you were the perfect candidate.

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Imagine...finding out there’s fanfic written about you--and even Charlie ships you with Dean

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Warnings: Fluff? Crack? A dramatic fanfic within a fanfic that I got carried away with haha.

A/N: This is kind of ridiculous, but I had fun with it! Also, I’ve never actually seen GoT but it seemed like a reasonable reference from what I’ve heard about it.

“Hey, look who I found!” Sam’s voice echoed through the War Room.

Dean glanced at you from across the table in the library, sharing your surprised expression as you both pushed your chairs away and stood. 

“‘Sup, bitches?” Charlie grinned, making her way up the steps toward you.

“Hey! We were expecting you guys to come in through the main door. We’ve been keeping an ear out.”

Charlie stepped into your outstretched arms and pulled you into a tight hug. “It was a spur of the moment decision, but I decided to stick around a day or two longer than planned! Sam said I could go ahead and park in the garage.”

She let go of you and turned to give Dean a hug too. He smiled softly with a look that was uniquely reserved for her, cradling the back of her head while she pressed her cheek against his.

“Good to see you, Charlie. You know you’re always welcome to stay as long as you want.”

An involuntary smile crept onto your face as you watched them. You couldn’t help the way your heart swelled at the low rumble in his voice when he said her name. There was an undeniable protectiveness in his tone when he spoke to her--the sister he’d never wanted, as he affectionately called her.

When you shifted your attention to her, you noticed she was watching you. Before you could decipher the knowing glint in her eye, she suddenly twisted out of his arms and glanced back and forth between you and Dean. She began swinging her arms awkwardly before opting to cross them over her chest.

“You okay?” Dean asked, furrowing his brow.

“Yeah! Of course...Totes chill...cooler than a pack of peppermints.” She bobbed her head and flashed a nervous smile, twisting her hair around her finger as she struggled to act nonchalant. “It’s just that I remembered something. A story I read a while back--completely random. Totally unrelated to anything--I mean, now I’m starting to ramble. Hah! So how’ve you guys been? Still saving the world from evil sons-of-bitches?” 

“Uh, yeah…” Sam answered, scrunching his eyebrows together. “We stay busy.”

“So what’s on the agenda tonight?” you piped up, changing the subject.

You were hoping to avoid swapping monster stories for a night. Charlie typically assumed the role of introducing you to popular and noteworthy fandoms during her visits to the bunker and, even if the boys weren’t as vocal, the three of you appreciated her knowledge of all things geeky and nerdy. 

“I was thinking Marvel. Y/N, you’re obviously well-versed in the MCU because of your obsession with Steve Rogers--and, you know, clearly you’ve got a thing for the strong, righteous, self-sacrificing hero type. Dean, you could stand to branch out from the Batman references and, Sam, you’ve got this whole Thor kind of vibe going on.”

While Sam and Dean began teasing each other and arguing over “Batman versus Thor,” you gaped at Charlie, wondering what she’d meant by her remark about you having a “type.” You couldn’t help feeling like she was trying to insinuate something, but you shrugged it off and decided maybe it was all in your head.

***

After getting Charlie settled into one of the extra bedrooms, the four of you settled into the Dean Cave and agreed to start with the first Captain America movie. 

Last Christmas, you and Sam had teamed up to surprise Dean with a couch for the Dean Cave. He had originally only had two La-Z-boy recliners and you’d found him fast asleep in the stiff old chairs on more than one occasion. Dean had been over the moon about the extra seating and the three of you had rearranged the furniture so the recliners were angled toward the tv on either side of the couch.

“Dibs on this side of the couch!” Charlie said, diving toward the furthest end from the door.

Although it was subtle, you knew there was still something off about the way Charlie studied all of you. There was definitely something on her mind she was trying to keep hidden from all of you.

“You know, we should probably have some snacks,” you said slowly. “Charlie, you want to come help me grab some stuff from the kitchen?”

“But I’m already comfy in my spot.” She frowned, wiggling her hips to make a point of sinking deeper into the spot she’d claimed on the couch. “Why don’t you have Dean help you?”

When you narrowed your eyes suspiciously, Sam cleared his throat. “Dean, why don’t I help you grab some snacks while Y/N and Charlie...catch up, er, whatever…”

You heard the boys leave the room and waited until their footsteps faded down the hall before you started interrogating her.

“Alright, Charlie--what the hell is going on with you?”

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” she muttered, scrolling through her phone.

“Bull. We lie for a living and I know there’s something you’re not telling us. So spill.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “Okay, so remember the Supernatural books by Carver Edlund?”

“Yeah…”

“The series obviously kind of had a cult following when it was in print, right? Well ever since the unpublished works got uploaded, the following has really taken off. Every once in a while a new one still pops up and the fans love them. And you’re in them now too!”

“I’m...what?”

“I mean it’s just insane and totally got sucked into it too. It’s brought on this whole new wave of fanfiction--”

“What’s fanfiction?” you cut in, struggling to keep up.

“It’s fiction made by the fans about the series. Sometimes they put themselves in the stories and write about working cases and fighting monsters with you guys--”

“Why would anyone want to pretend to do this crap with their lives?”

She stared at you for a moment and frowned. “Because you guys are heroes. I mean, yeah, there’s the whole depressing side of monsters and death and trauma and world-ending apocalypses--but you guys save people. You go on these exciting adventures of good versus evil and a lot of times you win. You save people. The fans really look up to all of you.”

Your gaze fell to the floor as you let her words sink in, but she didn’t give you long before she was rambling again.

“But that’s not even the best part! Everyone ships different OTPs--” she paused, noticing your puzzled expression “--uh, one true pairing… So everyone has a favorite couple they think are soulmates and belong together. There’s stories about Sam with Eileen or Jess, Dean with different people--you get the gist. Sometimes they even make up characters or do these ‘reader inserts’ and imagine themselves with the boys or you but, hands down, everyone’s favorite couple they want to end up together is you and Dean.”

“...what?” 

Your eyes grew wide. It was hard enough to wrap your mind around the fact that strangers who didn’t know you were a real person were reading about your life, but learning they imagined you in different relationships? You’d never admit it out loud, but had it bad for Dean. And hearing you weren’t the only one that wanted the two of you together...

“I’ve gone deep into the fic and I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner!” Charlie shook you from your thoughts. “You and Dean are perfect for each other. For serious. I usually stick to the fluffy stuff because, you know, your entire life is kind of angsty and I don’t like to read about you guys being in pain or, like, dying...again. Although I definitely have to admit I kind of stumbled into some of the smutty stuff and, wow, that was something else.”

You opened your mouth to ask more questions, but she kept rolling.

“Right, you probably don’t know what that means either. Fluff is the cute stuff that gives us all feels, angst is kind of just what it sounds like, and smut is, well...the sexy stuff.”

“You mean people out there in the world write about me and Dean…”

“Going at it like an episode of Game of Thrones? Oh yeah,” she responded, unlocking her phone. “Here. Here’s an example.”

Swallowing audibly, you took a seat next to her on the couch as she extended her phone toward you. Gnawing your bottom lip, you began reading the words on the screen:

Y/N took a deep breath, holding it in briefly before she exhaled and began walking toward Dean’s room. Ever since they returned from the hunt, Dean had hidden himself away in his room--no doubt blaming himself for everything that had gone wrong.

When she arrived at his door, she raised her hand to knock. She hesitated, almost retreating at the thought of him turning her away, but she had to try. She had to get through to him somehow.

She rapped her knuckles on the raw umber barrier and opened the door of Room 11 before he could tell her to go away. 

She spotted him leaning over the sink, staring at his reflection in the medicine cabinet on the wall. His jade eyes flickered to where she stood in the doorway, their reflection somewhat distorted by cracks that spiderwebbed from where he had struck the mirror.

Her heart seemed to drop into her stomach as she imagined him lashing out, knowing he punched the mirror because he hated the reflection staring back at him. Knowing he always carried the weight of the world on his shoulders when he didn’t need to.

Y/N carefully shut the door and locked it behind her--the click of the deadbolt deafening in the silence. Her eyes never left Dean, who refused to turn and face her. She inched toward him, closing the distance until she could reach out and touch him. Gently placing her hand on his shoulder, she guided him to turn away from the mirror. Still, he refused to meet her eyes.

“Dean…” she breathed, voice barely above a whisper as she cupped his face in her hands. “It’s not your fault.”

He squeezed his eyes closed, face contorting with grief and guilt. The ghosts of his past refused to let him go, but she was determined to make him believe that he was worthy, no matter the cost.

Curling a finger beneath his chin, she tilted his head up, waiting patiently for him to meet her gaze. When his dark green orbs finally met hers, she was surprised to see that they were full of longing and desire. They flickered to her lips, making her breath tremble under the intensity of his gaze. Time seemed to slow until it froze altogether.

Anticipation hung heavy in the air as they both struggled against their desire to maintain the friendship they’d always had and the desperate need to finally cross that line. To succumb to the magnetic pull that had always been evident between the two of them.

Dean swallowed thickly before suddenly rushing forward, crashing his lips to Y/N’s as he pulled her into a searing kiss. He wrapped his strong arms around her, trapping her to his chest, afraid it was all a dream and she would soon disappear. But she gladly melted into his embrace, feeling like she was finally returning home, to a place she’d spent her life searching for.

A moan slipped past her lips as he walked her backward, pressing her up against the wall. She gasped, feeling his--

“The snacks have arrived!”

You jumped in surprise, a small gasp of surprise escaping as the boys appeared with armloads of snacks. Confusion and worry painted Dean’s face as he surveyed your flustered expression. Between his scrutinizing gaze and the content you’d practically been caught reading, your cheeks grew warm. 

“Did I miss something?” Dean asked.

“Nope,” you responded much too quickly.

Charlie’s phone had fallen into your lap and, when she began cackling, you whipped your head in her direction and flung the phone at her thigh. You grimaced and the two of you had your own silent conversation as the boys spread the food across the bar Dean had built on the far wall.

“I was just telling Y/N how pumped I am about seeing my favorite OTP tonight,” she giggled.

“Your...what?”

Dean’s arm brushed yours as he plopped down on the other side of you. The accidental contact sent a wave of chills over your skin, making you shudder. You could feel his eyes on you again, but you refused to look at him.

“Oh, I’m so going down with this ship,” Charlie whispered under her breath before continuing in a louder voice. “Nothing--nevermind! Don’t mind me, just thinking out loud...”

“It says here an OTP means...one true pairing?” Your eyes grew wide as you looked to where Sam was reading his phone from where he sat in one of the recliners. “So, uh, ‘in the fandom realm, OTP refers to the coupling of characters--usually from the sci-fi or fantasy genres--by fans who think they make a great romantic duo and envision their lives together and share their imaginings with other fans.’”*

Charlie doubled over, beside herself with laughter. With your lips pressed into a firm line, you glanced at the boys to gauge their reactions. You knew there was no way they could possibly know what you and Charlie had been talking about, but that didn’t stop you from worrying about what Dean might think if he ever found out about the feelings you harbored for him. 

“So...you’re looking forward to Cap and his girl in the movie? I’m so freaking confused,” Dean grumbled.

“Yeah…” Sam agreed, making his way to the tv. “I’m just, uh...I’m gonna start the movie now.” 

“Good idea.” Charlie peered at you out of the corner of her eye. “Plenty of time to read and talk about all those ships later.”

Although you glared at her, trying to hide your amusement, nothing could deter the smug smile etched upon her face. As Sam turned the lights off and you settled in for another relaxing night with your favorite people, one thing was certain:

You were definitely going to have to take another look at that fanfiction.

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[soraavalon]

DM: So whenever you're ready for this.

Tark: I'm never ready for this! Okay, yeah let's do this.

Nathaniel (OOC): [in chat] neither was i you'll be fine

DM: You head back to the manor and end up going to Carver's office, he's been there most of the day. You knock and he asks you to come in, he is behind the desk going over a couple of letters that came in the mail and he's got two abacuses on the desk and he's looking at one and moving another, is sort of working on paperwork when you come in.

Tark: 'kay. I think Tark is gonna let Carver lead on this one and he is going to quietly sit in a chair across the desk and wait.

DM: He will let you sit, he will let you wait and without looking as he's doing the books.

Carver: So when were you planning on telling us who you were?

Tark: I wasn't.

Carver: Uh-huh.

Tark: I have kept it a secret for 40 years since I left and I didn't even tell Tilly about it.

Carver: I see, so you were lying to everyone then?

Tark: Not so much lying as trying to get rid of a past I didn't want.

Carver: Hmm. How nice for you to walk away from such a life.

Tark: It wasn't much of one anyway, so...

Carver: I sure it wasn't. It must've been terrible, I mean I can't even imagine having that kind of wealth and servants probably and just anything you want at your fingertips, incredible Tark, I'm glad you escaped. Sorry, Mr. Dalca, forgive my impertinence.

Tark: Oh actually, it's not Dalca, I am declared dead. I have no claim to the name. On purpose actually, because as much as you think that wealth and having servants is everything, it's not. Especially when you have no say in your life and you get sold off at any whim and any person you may care for can be bought off and told to leave.

Carver: And you think I don't understand that?

Tark: Well, seeing as you don't seem to care that, for me, that life was not something I wanted and you think that, what, I should've stayed there?

Carver: I don't know Tark, I just feel that it is kind of fucked up that I've been paying you this entire time when you chose to be the one in need of money and that was the choice you made. When I was born like this, with horns, and Hunt and I have been cursed by our ancestors, I'm sure you can understand that 'cause they were so terrible, but yeah people don't really get a choice in life, do they? But you got to walk away and put on a mask and be somebody else, that must've been very nice.

Tark: Hmm, it was because I got to choose and I have luck on my side---

Carver: Good for you.

Tark: and that was the only reason why I got as far as I did and I know that.

Carver: Good for you.

Tark: It is good for me, but I made my own choices and that has nothing to do with you.

Carver: No. I suppose it doesn't

Tark: It doesn't and the fact is that I knew what I was getting into. I knew I was giving up money and wealth and things that I didn't care for to leave and come here and do whatever I wanted.

Carver: Wow

Tark: And I could've died along the way and I would've been fine with that 'cause at least I wasn't there. And the fact that you're angry at me that I had the opportunity and I took it, I don't understand because everyone is given an opportunity to do something and just because I took mine doesn't give you the right to judge me.

Carver: At least you had opportunities. At least you got to make choices.

Tark: Didn't you?

Carver: Not really.

Tark: Well that seems you weren't making the right choices.

Carver: I didn't have choices. I didn't get to choose to be a Tiefling, I didn't get to choose to be born into the family I was born into, to be raise the way that I was.

Tark: No, but you're an adult, aren't you?

Carver: Now.

Tark: You can make your own choices from now, so you think what, you can't decide to do your own things now? You're here, you're at the guild, you control the money and power here. So yes, there were some things you could not choose, like I couldn't choose to be born into the Dalca family, but I could choose to leave. You couldn't choose to be born a Tiefling or born into the family you were, but you can choose what you're going to do about it. And, you know, we can help you, that is the entire point of this guild; form a team and help each other and help others. So you may not have had a choice in the past and my choice may have come earlier than yours, just because I have a longer lifespan and I had to wait, but your choice is now and you have people here to help you. And I guess, if you don't want me to help, that's fine. But I'm here, if you need it. This can be your choice, I guess, if you want it to be.

Carver: What choice is that?

Tark: Whatever you want it to be. Look at where you are now and look at where you were, it's different and you may not have thought that you would end up here, but you are and you were given the choice to be a part of the guild and you took it. And now you have a choice to do anything, you can choose to stay, you can choose to leave. All of it, this guild is being run by you, you may have to listen to Their Elegance occasionally but you pick what we do, what missions we go on...

Carver: Get out of my office.

Tark: Okay.

Carver: And tell Hunt to come in.

Tark: And Tark will get up and out of his office and go find Hunt. And I think he's going to go sit in the garden with the dead and dying things around him.

[imaginesblvd]

Title: Nothing can come between us

Jaskier x reader

The request: Hello! Can I please request a Jaskier x female!reader fic with the prompt “I couldn’t imagine my future without you now that I have you.” Lots of fluff with a bit of angst please!! 🥰

Sorry this took so long! I thought I had it done then I ended up rewriting and rewriting it so I’m just gonna stay with this one. Hope everyone that reads enjoys! It came from this prompt list!

Contains she/her pronouns!

Jaskier thought staying in one place too long was a bad idea. He can’t help but to feel he might have been right about that. He hasn’t seen you in a few days and even before that it was always every second day. You’ve been hanging out with some guy named Derek, even the name irks him. He hated seeing you come back so happy but he also loves seeing that wonderful smile on your face, he just hates that it wasn’t him that put it there. He hates that you’re not here with him. He wishes you would walk back through those doors and tell him it’s time to go but he doesn’t see that happening anytime soon.

The sun is rising in the sky and you’re not even back. What if you don’t even come back? What if when he brings up that it’s time to go you don’t want to go? He can’t just leave you here with someone he doesn’t trust. Leave you in some place that he might not come back too. He can’t even stand the idea of you not leaving with him.

It’s time for him to put on his big boy pants. He grabs his lute case and shoves whatever clothing he has laying around the room. It takes only a few minutes but trying to find your bag, it’s taking longer. Did you have it with you? Of course you do. He looks around the room and gathers your things up. He folds them neatly and leaves them in a pile on the bed. So when you walk through those doors he can just tell you to shove those into your bag because it’s time to go. He sits down on bed, looking around making sure there isn’t anything left behind.

Please, please walk through the door, he pleads as he stares at it. Please please leave here with me, he begs. His leg bounces as his fingers begin to wring together. He can’t just sit here and wait.

He gets up and marches towards the door. He stomps his way down the steps and out the door, he looks around the busy street and spots some old lady walking slowly down the road. He races over to her. He can’t believe he doesn’t know where Derek lives. What if you had been in trouble this whole time? And he’s just been sitting on his ass. He taps the lady on the shoulder and asks his question. The lady tells him to follow the path that leads into the woods, and stay on the path until the second turn off comes and that Derek’s should just be at the end. She tried to say something else but he wasn’t going to wait around any longer. He does throw a thank you over his shoulder as he goes.

Would it be too late? Is he too late? He can’t be. You and him have history, as where you and Derek have nothing. He’s seen the love in your eyes when you’re looking at him. He sees the way you worry about him when somethings wrong. You lean on him when you’re scared, you cling to him even. When you’re tired you crawl into his bed, you want to hear him sing you to sleep. He bets Derek can’t even carry a tune. So, he can’t be too late, he just can’t be.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

He knocks on the door once he’s there. He wipes the sweat off his brow as he knocks again when there is no answer. He gnaws on his lips as he looks around the front yard. There's wood carvings and they’re all pretty big. He turns back around and goes towards the window. He wipes at the dust with his sleeve, but it does nothing to better his view into the house. He goes back to the door and starts to knock persistently.

The door flies open and Jaskier glups. He’s never really met this man before, he just knows his name. He hasn’t even seen him from afar. Derek is buff, his biceps twice the size of his head. His hands large and stubby but look like his punch could carry the proper amount of weight to knock him out cold. Would this man do that to him? Hell, has he done it to you and hid your body in the woods? He shakes the thoughts away as Derek raises a brow in question.

“I’m looking for my- I’m looking for Y/n” Jaskier clears his throat once more, trying to rid the nervous shake to it “Have you- is she here?” He asks a nervous smile graces his lips

“She’s sleeping” Derek pauses “You’re that boy she talks about a lot, Jaskier, right?”

“Yes that’s me. I’m more of a man than a boy but-” Jaskier shrugs it off “Whatever, could you go get her, please” He smiles, as Derek nods.

Derek leaves the door open, so Jaskier takes this as an invitation to walk inside. He looks around and it’s clean. He thought maybe it would be dirty, he knows how some men are with their space. He sees little wood carvings around the house, some have prices on them and others are in a pile of trash. He likes the handiwork of some, they look almost realistic.

“Jaskier, are you okay?” Your voice brings him back to the task at hand

“Am i okay? You’ve been gone three bloody days” Jaskier tone is hard and he sees your frown deepened.

He nods for you to follow him out, he doesn’t want to have this talk in front of Derek. He’s not even sure how to start, or even where to start. He doesn’t want to sound like he's begging but it just might come out like that, and there's no shame in that, right? He hopes not. He licks his lips as he wipes his palms on his pants. He takes a deep breath as he meets your concerned filled gaze. You look almost close to tears, he hates that he’s doing this to you. He’s just got to get it out of him. Doesn’t matter how it sounds. He lets out a shaky breath as you try to close the distance between the two but he doesn’t let you because he takes a step back.

“I need you to tell me that it's not too late for me, that i still have a chance, that i can talk you out of whatever is going on between you and him, tell me it's not too late” He pleads, tears brimming his own eyes

“Are you drunk?” You ask and there's a hint of a smirk on your face

“I’m being serious! You haven’t been back in three whole days, for all i know you could have been dead or worse” He shouts, his arms thrown up in anger

“What's worse than death?” You ask still trying to lighten the mood

This isn’t how he wanted it to happen. He has to calm down. For all he knows he could be pushing you into Derek’s arms. For all he knows you already made the choice to stay. You could even be trying to stay off the topic. He shouldn’t have come. He should have just waited because then he wouldn’t have the audience of one.

“Y/n, I’ve been sitting in that room worried sick, wondering if you were hurt, if you were planning on staying here, and I can’t-” he closed his eyes, wiping his hand down his face before adding “I couldn’t imagine my future without you now that I have you”

Your lips pressed together to hide the growing smile on your lips. You turn to look at Derek standing in the doorway. He nods at you, and Jaskier closes his eyes. He shouldn’t have come here. He should have stayed at the tavern and waited for you to come to him. He knows you're okay now, he could just slip out now. He wipes at his face again catching the tears that roll down his cheeks.

“Jaskier, don't you walk away, let me say this” You snap “You’ve been complaining about how your lute feels off, so I found Derek, he’s a wood carver, and we’ve been working on making you a new one, which is done, but as payment he asked me to clean around his house, make him a few meals along the way”

Jaskier cheeks flushed a scarlet red, his mouth falling into a shape of an ‘o’. He crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you nod a crinkle in your nose. He realises his mistake. He’s an idiot, he wants to run away and hide. Crawl in a cave and never come out of it again. He covers his face as his shoulders slump.

“I’m sorry that I worried you, I should have told you but I wanted it to be a surprise” You tone is soft and understanding “I can’t imagine my future without you either, I would never leave you for anyone not even for that beefcake over there” He hears the joking tone you use near the end but he can’t bring himself to look at you.

“I’ll get the lute and we can go, leave this place behind us, yeah?” You ask him and he can only nod, so that's what you do.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Come on, you know I’m not a singer” You tell him as you plop on to the bed “I’m singing to bring your mood up, please just talk to me”

He can’t. His cheeks are still burning. There's a lump in his throat, and it feels like that time he and Geralt had that run in with the djinn. He shivers at the memory, he thought he was going to die that day or worse lose his ability to sing. He thinks this is much worse than that. How could you forgive him for that? Not only did he embarrass himself, but you too. He just wants to lay here for the rest of the day. He knows you want to leave now but he can’t bring himself to move.

“That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, can you really not imagine a future without me?” You ask and he nods “What do you see when you think of me and you?” you ask and he lifts his head

“Do you want kids?” He asks and you shrug “cause I do, can you imagine that? Little mes and yous running around?” He smiles “or where would you want to live? A mountain top? We can make that happen, or lake side? I know a great lake” He tells you and the smile on your face makes a smile grow on his

“We could live in a small cottage in the darkest part of the forest and I would be happy cause you’d be there with me, we could keep travelling and I’d be happy cause you would be with me” You tell him and he smiles as he nods

He can’t believe he was so worried you would leave. He should have known better, and now he does. You were his and he was yours. He shifts himself so he can support himself onto his elbow and he looks into your love filled eyes. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, to your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips.

“Marry me?”

“Yes”

[lovetoreidd]

New World - Chapter Two

The blurb for this story is here, Chapter 1 is here.

Word Count: 1,277

Warnings: Cursing, electrocution (don’t worry, no deaths).

A/N: I’ve been feeling off today so this chapter might not be the best. I just had to write to get my mind off of things. Please like and/or comment if you liked it. Thanks!

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Violet was a tall girl with light blue hair and brown eyes. She looked strong, like she could easily beat someone up. Sabrina thought she looked cool. She held out a hand, which she shook. “Violet. You must be Sabrina.”

She nodded, looking between Violet and Carver. “You guys can call me Bri or Brina. It’s what I prefer.”

“You can call me Vi, then.” Violet was looking at Sabrina with a sadness that made her somewhat uncomfortable.

Carver shook his head. “Give me a nickname and I’ll punch you.”

Violet grinned and put an arm around Carver’s shoulders, ruffling his hair with her fist. “This dimwit secretly loves nicknames, don’t listen to him.”

“I will fucking gut you,” he growled, though there was a smile forming on his lips. He finally pushed her away, crossing his arms. “You’re so annoying, Vi.”

Her smile only widened. “You know you love me.”

He muttered something along the lines of go fuck yourself while shaking his head. “Anyway, Violet is supposed to help you learn the basics of your powers and help you learn a little bit of combat, because if all you got is your attempt at attacking me earlier, you’re screwed.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes at him. “Can I change first?” she looked down at her pajamas, flannel sweatpants with a black spaghetti strap tanktop. She hadn’t exactly been able to change when her psychotic twin broke into her house.

Violet looked her up and down. “I think you could fit into something of mine.” the blue-haired girl exited the room the trio had been standing in of what she assumed was Violet’s home, and soon came back with a black t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, and black tennis shoes. “Here.” 

She took the clothes, and after being directed to the bathroom, changed. The shorts were a little long, the shirt a little baggy, and the shoes a little big,  but they fit for the most part. Sabrina left the bathroom, where she saw Carver and Violet whispering. Violet looked immensely upset, but she plastered on a smile when she saw Sabrina. “Ready?”

They left the house and took a short walk into the forest, Violet explaining the powers as they went. “Okay, the blood of the leaders is extra magical, so you have the ability to manipulate all of nature, but it’s not as strong as someone whose sole ability is one thing.

“For example, my abilities are purely earth based. I can grow a whole tree in less than a minute. You, on the other hand, would take longer and the tree wouldn’t be the same.” to prove it, she kneeled on the ground and put her hand under the dirt, closing her eyes. 

Violet seemed to be concentrating, and just like she said, in under a minute, a large tree had grown, adding onto the forest that they had entered. “Now you try.” Sabrina copied Violet’s form, putting her hand into the dirt and focusing. She felt exactly the same. 

She opened her eyes, groaning. “I feel like an idiot, nothing’s happening.”

“You have to feel everything around you. You can’t just think ‘boom, tree’, and then see a tree. You have to be part of nature.” Sabrina took a deep breath, looking around. It was sunny out, sunlight streamed in through the gaps between trees covered in green leaves.

Her hand that wasn’t in the ground reached out to touch a yellow flower. The sight of it moving as a result of the light breeze made her smile. It also brought a memory to her mind.

Days where the sun was out and shining brightly were little Sabrina’s favorite. She loved running barefoot, the grass tickling her feet and the sunlight warming her skin. “Sabrina! Time for lunch!” 

Sabrina looked to the doorway, where her mother was standing, beckoning to the child. She ran to the door, huffing. “But Mommy, I wanna stay outside!” she seemed unable to pronounce the ‘t’ in the word. “Can we please eat out here? We can have a- What’s it called?”

“A picnic?” Sabrina nodded and grinned, showing off one of her missing canines that had just started growing in. Her mother sighed, rolling her eyes despite the smile on her face. “Oh, alright. Go get your dad from his office, I’ll bring the food into the backyard.”

She cheered, then ran into the house, her little feet stomping on the wooden flooring. She knocked on the door to her father’s office, before swinging the door open. Her father looked up from his computer, smiling at her. “Hey, Bri. Whatcha need?”

“Mommy said we can have a picnic!” she jumped with excitement as she spoke the words. “She said to get you.” Sabrina padded over to his desk and stood next to him. “Can I help?” she had no idea what he was doing, only that he was typing out seemingly random letters and numbers.”

Her father shook his head. “You’re too little, you don’t get it yet.”

The young girl crossed her arms, pouting. “I’m almost nine!” after a moment of silence, she rolled her blue eyes that didn’t match either of her parents. “Whatever. Come on.” she turned on her heel and skipped out of his room, back outside, and into the backyard, a huge smile on her face. She loved being outside.

Sabrina opened her eyes. Sitting in front of her was a medium-sized tree sapling. Her eyes widened. “Did I do that?” she looked to Carver, then Violet. They were both nodding. Sabrina stood up, shaking the dirt off her hand.

Violet put a hand on Sabrina’s shoulder. “That was a good first try. You’ll have to keep working on it, but you get the gist of it. That’s how it will work for basically all of your abilities.”

“What else can I do?”

“Manipulation of storms, fire, water, wind. Oh! And you can bond with animals more. Once you’re strong enough, you can even get them to bend to your will, but that’s really tricky.”

Sabrina nodded, looking around. “It’s so beautiful here.” she’d always been rather connected to nature, often preferring sitting in a tree and reading over hanging out with friends or playing on her phone. She paused. “Wait, I can control storms and stuff? Like Carver?”

This time, Carver responded. “Yeah. Just imagine what you want.” Sabrina closed her eyes, imagining grey skies and lightning. “You probably won’t be able to do more than just a light dri- Son of a bitch!” at that moment, lightning struck, hitting Carver. 

He fell over, clutching his chest. “Fuck, Sabrina!” while Violet covered her mouth with her hand to hide her laughter, Sabrina stood there, eyes wide. Carver stood, breathing heavily. He flipped her off, then a searing pain went through her. She fell to the ground and gasped for air, as the wind was knocked out of her.

After a few minutes of laying there, staring ahead, she sat up. “Ow! What the hell?”

Carver snickered. “You did it first. Also, careful with the lightning. If you’d hit Violet, she’d probably be dead. Or very injured.” Sabrina nodded in understanding. “Got it.” Carver offered a hand to her, which she took. He started helping her stand, before he suddenly let go, causing her to fall back onto the dirt.

“You asshole!” Sabrina tried acting angry, but laughter soon overtook her. She stood on her own, lightly shoving his chest. When she looked over at Violet, the blue-haired girl had that vaguely sad look again. Sabrina’s brows furrowed, and she cleared her throat. “Can we get something to eat? I’m starving.”

[varricmancer]

Written in the stars | 1

Pairing: Varric Tethras x Bethany Hawke

Word Count: 2,019 (A little short, but I’ve been super busy with work and I wanted to get this started. Hopefully it’s still good!)

Summary: When his best friend Garrett Hawke decides to follow his dream and open his own movie studio, Varric is more than happy to offer help in the form of a huge donation and ignore Garrett’s pleas for him to write them a script. Until he learns Garrett’s sister Bethany is meant to be their main actress. Varric may never feel worthy enough to act on his infatuation with the sweet girl, but he’ll do anything in his power to make her a star. 

Notes: A modern au! Obviously. Still set in Thedas, but it’s been fiddled with to adjust to my vision. Mages are still treated like crap. Val Royeaux is basically Hollywood and Garrett’s dream is to make his own studio right there in Kirkwall to rival theirs. This is only my second DA fic and my first time trying to capture the entire Kirkwall crew, so I’m a little terrified over how this will go. I’ll do my best! 

If there was one thing that he was certain all of Thedas knew about him, it would be never wake up Varric Tethras before noon. This is how he knew that whoever was knocking at his door at seven in the morning - only three hours after he’d finally gone to bed, mind you - was either an idiot or suicidal. 

He reluctantly left the warmth of his bed and threw on his favorite red silk robe before shuffling to the front door, where the soon to be dead person was now banging on it hard enough that he was surprised it hadn’t been smashed in yet. 

With a weary sigh, he flung open the door and the witty reproach he’d been preparing on the way there vanished from his head when he spotted the unrepentant grin of his best friend. 

“Hawke. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning?” he drawled, letting the much larger man stroll past him so he could shut the door. 

Garrett shrugged and started walking towards Varric’s office, having been here so often he knew exactly where everything was. 

“Can’t a guy come say hello to his bestie?” 

Garrett went straight to the spare coffee maker that Varric had set up in there for late night writing sessions. He hummed loudly while he scooped out coffee grounds and filled the machine with cold water. 

“Uh huh. And why didn’t you use your key?” 

Varric settled into his highback brown leather chair that was starting to crinkle with age. His friend was up to something. He’d normally have it all figured out by now, but he was still only half awake. 

“That would have been rude.” 

“I see,” Varric snorts. Garrett throws a look behind him that said he knew perfectly well what he’d done wrong and wasn’t sorry in the least. 

“You realize, of course, that by waking me up mere hours after we last saw each other I am now honor-bound to kill you and everything you love.” 

“Then I hope you’re ready to die today, my friend.” 

“Damn that was smooth,” Varric grumbled aloud. 

Garrett chuckled as he started up the machine and pulled out a couple of mugs from the bottom cupboard. He was still humming obnoxiously loud, but Varric was too tired to protest. Instead, he slumped into his chair and closed his eyes, listening to the gurgling of the ancient machine as it began to fill the carafe.

Just when he was beginning to nod off, a steaming cup of black coffee was shoved under his nose. He supposed it was too much to hope Hawke would have mercy on him. He sighs sleepily and accepts the mug, slurping down the hot brew with practiced ease. Garrett pulls a chair closer to the desk and settles in with his own drink, studying Varric over the rim like he’s waiting for the caffeine to take effect before he strikes. 

“So,” Varric finally rumbles after the coffee had settled in his stomach a little. “What do you need? Money? Contacts? An alibi and an extra shovel?” 

“No to all of those, but I’ll keep that last offer in mind for the future,” Garrett grins. “I’ve done it, Varric.” 

Varric’s foggy mind couldn’t quite grasp what he’d supposedly done. Knowing his friend, it could be anything. He quirked an eyebrow in question, leading Garrett to lean forward with maniacally bright eyes. 

“My dream. I finally found the perfect place to open my own movie studio. I’d done a favor for the owner of the building and they lowered the price for me so I was able to afford it. It needs a little work, but it’s a start.” 

Garrett’s face is practically glowing with joy, and Varric couldn’t be happier for his friend. Ever since they’d met back in their college days he’d had to sit through so many rants during movies nights. “That’s the problem with those big studios in Val Royeaux, Varric. Everyone is too afraid to take risks anymore. It’s all about the money. When I get behind the camera, I plan to change the world.” 

“Shit, that’s great! I’m happy for you, Hawke. Anything you need, just ask. I can help fix up the place and buy equipment to get you started. It’s going to be a lot of work to get it up and running.” 

“Actually,” Garrett started slyly, “I had hoped to ask you to help with something specific.” 

“Which brings us to why you’re really here,” Varric grunted with a smirk. 

“Indeed. How would you like to be the first official employee of Hawke Filmworks? 

Varric chuckles. “I’m happy to slip you some cash or recommend some talented workers, Hawke, but I’m rather fond of being self-employed.” 

“Don’t worry! You can still work from home in your underwear most of the time! I need a scriptwriter, Varric. Who better to help me turn the entertainment industry on its ear than my best friend?” 

Varric scrunched his nose and huffed. “I don’t know about that, Hawke. I write adventure tales and stuff that’s basically shitty erotica. I don’t know the first thing about writing a script.” 

“Please! I will kneel and grovel. There’s no one else I would entrust my dream to. Varric, my dearest friend. My love for you has - “ 

“Andraste’s tits, shut up. And get up, you idiot,” Varric rumbled at Garrett, who had fallen dramatically at Varric’s feet, grasping his ankle like the drama queen he was. 

Varric sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I’ll think about it. I’d have to do some research. Are you sure you don’t just want some money? What would I even write about?” 

“I have some ideas! Don’t worry about that. We can work on it together. Beth is going to be a mage that overthrows the monarchy and becomes the country’s first elected leader. Imagine that! A mage in power! It will be a little more complicated than that, of course, and lots of political subtext. And there will be a love story with the former Prince...and DRAGONS!” 

Garrett had lost him after the name he’d mentioned, Varric’s chest aching as it usually did when her name was mentioned. 

Bethany Hawke, Garrett’s little sister. A beautiful and kind woman that was so far out of Varric’s league - though it didn’t prevent him from daydreaming occasionally. 

“Bethany is going to be in on it?” 

“Of course. The whole gang is. Bethany is going to be our lead actress, Marion is going to do her stunts. Carver is our sound engineer and whatever else we need. Issy says she’ll help with costumes. Aveline has agreed to come in and help too. I was thinking of calling her our Executive Producer. Meaning she gets to do all the boring sitting at a desk and making phone calls to hire people and secure locations, make sure we’re all doing our jobs. The lot mom.” Garrett chuckles. 

Varric’s fingers began to twitch with the need to grab his pen. His mind was suddenly filled with images of Bethany as a warrior mage, her silken black hair flowing in the wind as she gazed deep into the viewer's soul with her striking amber eyes. She’d strike down her foes with her powerful magic, and give the people hope with her gentle smile. 

And...Hawke said a romance. Would she giggle over stolen moments? Stare up at her lover passionately as they towered over her? Would she sigh or moan when the Prince- who looked remarkably like Varric in his mind - pressed kisses to the little mole on her collarbone? 

Varric gulped and forced himself to focus, feeling guilty for thinking such things about his friend's sister right in front of him. 

“Bethany does realize that a role like that, especially with the way mages are still treated even here in Kirkwall, would bring a lot of attention to her? And not all of it good. She could be in danger.” 

Garrett nods. “We thought of that. I was going to hire an actress, but she said she wants to do it. She thinks if we can tell the right story, it might help change the way people treat mages. Aveline is going to hire someone for security.” 

Varric sighs. “If she’s going to put herself in the public eye like that and basically draw a target on her forehead, I’ll do it. I’ll feel better if I know I have some control over how she’s portrayed.” 

Garrett reaches over actually pulls him into a hug, slapping his back harshly in excitement. 

“You’re the best, my friend. I feel much more confident knowing we have you in our corner. And I know Beth will be happier knowing you’re helping too. She would have been sad if I’d had to tell her you’d said no. And you know that Bethany Hawke sad is a bad thing. Flowers wilt, crops perish, stars fall from the sky.” 

Varric scoffs. “Like you didn’t know you’d get me to agree eventually.” 

Garrett smirks and stands up. “I’ll leave you to your rest then. Come by later to check out the building. I’d appreciate your opinion on where to start.” 

“Oh, now that he’s caffeinated me he’ll let me sleep,” Varric grumbles as he follows his friend to the door. Garrett laughs and pats his head. 

“You know you love me.” 

Varric shrugs and grins as he opens his front door and kicks Garrett’s ass outside, literally. 

“Yeah, yeah. Send me the address. I’ll take a quick nap and come by with some food. Sound good?” 

“Perfect! Later, Tethras!” 

Varric waits until his friend has safely driven away before he closes his door with a sigh. What he’d actually agreed to was finally soaking in. He’d avoided interacting with the extended Hawke family as much as possible the past few years. They’d questioned it a few times, especially considering he’d once practically lived in the Hawke home he’d been there so much. 

However, being tempted so often by someone he could never have had gotten too hard to deal with. There were so many reasons he could think of for Bethany to never even consider him an option. He was older than her, with an often bitter and jaded outlook on life and relationships. She was literal sunshine and was so kind and gentle that it was like she’d walked right out of a fairy tale. She was stunningly beautiful, tall and shapely. He was...well, a dwarf. Though he admittedly took more care with his appearance than many of his kind. They were complete opposites in so many ways that there was literally no reason for them to ever be together beyond one - That Varric adored her and would do anything to make her happy. 

Unfortunately for him, what would make the entire Hawke clan happy was for him to apparently attempt writing a script for the ages. 

Varric yawns and scratches his belly as he trudges back to his bedroom and the comfort of his blankets, visions of warrior mages with gentle amber eyes floating through his head. 

[mittensmorgul]

I’m officially out into the early days of Dabb Era (masquerading as the end of Carver Era, but it’s clear that Dabb has already taken over at this point) on the tnt loop. And this scene from the end of 11.16 was just so reminiscent of 14.13:

[BOBBY leaves the house and heads to his car. He waves at the nosy neighbor, and gets in the driver's seat. He notices a bottle, with a note attached to it that says, "Fine, you Ass, you win, for now. Enjoy. R." BOBBY laughs. He gets out his journal to write about the case, when his cell phone rings.] BOBBY: Dean. You boys okay? DEAN: Yeah we're fine, Bobby, where the hell have you been? I've left three messages. BOBBY: Well, I was - DEAN: Look I got a possible lead on Lilith in Maine. But we're on a case in Reno, I texted you the address, so if you're done sitting on your ass…

To John waking up in his car, returned to the past and thinking his trip to the future was a dream:

[The Impala is parked near a lake. JOHN sleeps in the front seat. He’s back in 2003. His cell phone rings on the dashboard. He wakes up and answers the call.] JOHN: Dean. No, I’m okay. I just… I just had one hell of a dream. Yeah. No, it was a good one. I’m on my way back. I’ll see you soon.

And at first I thought, oh hey look at these two incredibly similar scenes between Dean on the phone in the past and his two father figures who’ve just unwittingly actually seen a far-future version of Dean.

11.16 was about the “Soul Eater,” whose nest where he brings victims to feast on their souls exists “outside of space and time.” A place where Dean and Bobby could see one another before being returned to their respective places in time. And 14.13 also exists as a weird not-quite-real pocket in space and time.

But then I realized... In 11.16, Dean was calling Bobby to check out a lead on Lilith because he and Sam were much farther away... in RENO of all places.

Which will become significant again in 12.01, the first “official” Dabb era episode, as the place where John and Mary were married. And also the place where Chuck apparently ditched Amara in 14.20.

The mention of Reno one episode before 11.17 just struck me as significant now, and should for anyone who still believes that Red Meat is somehow glorifying the toxic codependency between Sam and Dean. Y’all need to watch that again and actually pay attention to what the episode does as a whole... Bobo has long been Dabb’s partner in crime when it comes to the big thematic stuff, and they literally co-wrote 11.17, kind of unofficially-officially establishing their start point for the eventual endgame. Billie, Sam’s mysterious resurrection, Dean’s self-sacrifice to barter his life for Sam’s and Billie refuses basically telling him this is not a story that can work like this anymore. And this was BEFORE she became Death. She reminded him that his next destination was The Empty, but then... Dean didn’t die. This episode literally established the defining elements of the eventual subversion of the entire narrative, which we’re seeing finally come to fruition after s14.

Can you see why so many of us were THRILLED by 11.17, and the implications of it, even back then? Because it was NEVER about glorifying the “old story” of Sam and Dean trading their lives for each other. It was about the pointlessness of it on a cosmic scale. And Dabb establishing his own in-story Avatar as showrunner in Billie, the symbolic death of the old spiral narrative. He just needed to bide his time until all the planets aligned and could make the direct run at the ultimate subversion of the original author (i.e. Chuck as Kripke’s avatar).

It made me interested to know the history of Reno getting mentioned in the narrative...

2.19: Folsom Prison Blues. Reno isn’t mentioned in the episode, but the title is from the Johnny Cash song:

When I was just a baby, My Mama told me, "Son, Always be a good boy, Don't ever play with guns, " But I shot a man in Reno, Just to watch him die, When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry.

Which is kind of interesting in the context of the episode taken with the context of all the later references. This was an episode where they deliberately committed a crime, deliberately got themselves “locked up,” not only to solve a case, but to help a friend who’d once saved their father’s life in wartime. At the end of the episode, yes, they stage their escape from prison, but their entire compulsion to help people they feel they owe even at the risk of their own lives or liberty, is sort of encapsulated in this episode. I can imagine Chuck’s fascination with these two, “my guys,” stars of his favorite show, choosing the selfless act this way when Chuck tried to keep forcing them to relive his opposite narrative-- one sibling over the other, one being locked up for all eternity while the other goes on happily creating the universe. The eternal conflict-sacrifice narrative... was always Chuck’s imposition on the Winchesters. Even Cain was confused by Dean’s choice in 9.11, not understanding why Dean chose to SAVE his brother rather than kill him, because Cain was living out just another version of Chuck’s story. This is why Sam and Dean are the exceptions, the version that Chuck just can’t understand, the ones who refuse over and over to accept that Chuck’s story must be *their* story. No matter how hard he’s tried, Chuck just can’t break their will. He can’t stop them from continuing to fight. Even now that Dean has broken and said yes to Michael. Even that couldn’t break his will in the end.

3.01: The Magnificent Seven. When Sam learns about Dean’s demon deal for his life, he begins trying to find ways to get Dean out of the deal and save his life. Tamara suggested to him that there’s a hoodoo priestess in Louisiana who may be able to help:

DEAN: Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal, all right? It's a goose chase. SAM: Yeah, but we don't know that, Dean— DEAN (cutting him off): Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help. SAM (trying to cut in): Look, it's worth— DEAN (speaking over SAM): We're not going, and that's that. What about Reno, huh?

And Dean tells him no, because if they try to get out of the deal, Sam dies. So said the demon he made his deal with, and Dean refuses to let that happen. He even refuses to tell Sam that fact yet, and diverts the conversation with the suggestion they go to Reno instead.

And this is the opposite of Chuck’s original choice, to sacrifice and lock up his sister so his creation could expand unfettered. Dean chose instead to sacrifice himself so Sam could go live that normal life he’d always dreamed of. This was just the beginning of the very long game Chuck would play with them...

Vaguely near the end of s4, and also 11.16:

Between April 17th - ~May 3rd, 2009: Bobby and Rufus investigate what they think is a ghost haunting a house in Grand Rapids, MI. Sam and Dean are in Reno

We never do learn more about the case they were working there, but it did give them a lead on Lilith. Remember that 4.20, the Rapture, takes place on May 3 that year, immediately after this point in the timeline. Castiel was about to try to reveal Heaven’s deception, and their role in breaking the seals to free Lucifer and was dragged back to be reprogrammed into an obedient soldier again. And he would break free of that two episodes later in 4.22, siding with the Winchesters over Heaven and sealing his own fate in a powerful display of free will.

8.21: The Great Escapist: One of the Biggersons locations where we see Cas pass through in his manipulation of quantum superposition to evade the angels is Reno, Nevada.

11.16: the other side of the “outside of time and space” meeting between s4 Bobby and s11 Dean.

12.01: Dean, in trying to convince a freshly resurrected Mary of his identity, and the fact that 33 years have elapsed since she died:

Dean: Dad told me. March 23, 1972 you walked out of a movie theater, Slaughterhouse-Five, you loved it. And you bumped into a big marine and knocked him on his ass. You were embarrassed and he laughed it off, said you could make it up to him with a cup of coffee. So you went to, uh, Maroni's, and you talked and he was cute, and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song, so when he asked you for your number you gave it to him even though you knew your dad would be pissed. That was the night that you met- Mary: John Winchester. Dean: August 19, 1975 you were married, in Reno, your idea. Few years later I came along, then Sammy.

14.20: Amara is, according to the Lying Liar Chuck, in Reno... while meanwhile Billie, Jack, and the Shadow are having a double-secret conference in the Empty while Chuck unleashes Hell on Earth.

I’m wondering if we’ll ever hear mention of Reno again...

[erraticrandomficwriter]

This will by second attempt at rewriting my ‘A Supernatural Fic’ (that’s literally the name of it because I can’t think of anything else) Anyway, in case it flops again I’d rather have it disappear into the ether or whatever on here than haunt me on Fanfiction.net. With that said...Here’s the first part of A Supernatural Fic. Enjoy! Or not...Your choice :)

More often than not, people can develop feeling for fictional characters. It can happen with characters in movies, TV shows, and books. The Hunter Diana Brady was no stranger to this. In fact, the love of her life just happened to be a fictional character in the Supernatural book series she stumbled upon during a Hunt. Well, actually, it was more like the book stumbled upon her…And he wasn’t as fictional as she thought he was...

Bay Casey, a fellow Hunter and for all intents and purposes Diana’s sister, opened the door of their motel room with a bit of a grunt. “I hate Demons,” she muttered as she rubbed her ribs where a Demon had gotten a hit in before Diana exorcized it.

Diana followed her into the room and closed the door behind them. “And, what? I love them?” She didn’t actually think that was what Bay was saying, but she enjoyed poking at her sister as often as she could.

Bay scoffed at those words because it was nowhere near what she was getting at. “Do you always have to take things so personally?” If she had looked at Diana when she spoke, she’d have seen that Diana wasn’t being serious.

“Only when it makes that vein in your forehead stick out.” Diana went as far as to start poking at it with laughter.

Bay smacked Diana’s hand away. “You’re almost thirty and you still act like a child.” She felt pretty foolish herself for not realizing Diana was messing with her again. One would think after being in each other’s lives for the past fifteen years or so would make her more in tune to Diana’s antics, but apparently not.

“I’m enjoying the last few childish months of my twenties before becoming a serious thirty-year-old.” Diana mocked Bay’s signature serious expression and plopped down onto the bed. “Anyway, I’m glad this Hunt is over. That Demon was as pain in the ass.”

“And for you that’s quite literal,” Bay chuckled as she pulled off her leather jacket.

Diana rubbed her butt cheek where the Demon kicked her. “Yeah, that’s gonna leave a mark.”

Bay had a feeling where Diana’s mind was going to go next. “I am not going to check out your ass bruise.” She rolled her eyes at Diana’s disappointed pout as she headed for the bathroom but stopped when there was a knock at the door.

“Junior?” Diana asked Bay, thinking it couldn’t be anyone else but Jasper Hawn Jr. – A fellow Hunter, friend, and ally.

Bay shook her head as she grabbed her gun from the table. “He knows better than to show up unannounced.” She went to the window and peeked outside but didn’t see anything.

Ah, yes, that was something the Hunters in Bay’s circle learned early one – Diana herself in included. After this obvious realization, Diana, with her gun in hand, moved to look out the other window but didn’t see anything either.

Bay held her gun at her side as she opened the door but there wasn’t anyone there. What was there was a bulky manila envelope with no writing or anything on it. After a moment’s hesitation she picked it up, looked around again, and closed the door.

Diana took the package from Bay without a word and opened it right up. She wasn’t expecting the item that fell out from it; a book. “Supernatural by Carver Edlund? Why would someone leave this here?”

Bay plucked the book out of Diana’s hand and looked at both the front and back of it. “Never heard of it. It’s probably some nobody author trying to get people to read his stuff. Chuck it.”

“I think I’m gonna read it. I could use some new reading material on our long drives.” Diana flipped through the pages to make sure there wasn’t anything in there before putting it in her bag.

Bay waved her hand in a ‘whatever’ fashion as he headed for the bathroom. “As long as you don’t go all teenage shipping fangirl or whatever on me, I don’t care what you read.”

Diana shuddered at the time in her life she knew Bay was referring to. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m never going to through anything like that Team Jacob phase ever again.”

If Diana did end up shipping one of the main characters with anybody, it was with herself. The Hunter Dean captivated her hook, line, and sinker. As the weeks passed she couldn’t seem to put the books down in her spare time. Yes, books. In every town Diana and Bay went to on a Hunt, she’d find the next book in the series. It was almost like she was meant to read them. Of course, Diana didn’t think of it like that. Not at the time anyway.

At the end of a Werewolf hunt, Diana laid back on their most recent motel room’s bed and read. Even Bay was skimming through them, just to see what the hubbub was about.

“These have got to be written by a Hunter or a retired Hunter or something,” Bay observed as she read one of the Hunting scenes. “The details are too accurate.”

“If that’s the case, you think Dean and Sam are based off real Hunters?” Diana looked away as she asked Bay.

Bay turned the page with a teasing chuckle. “I bet you’d just love that. You’re Dean crazy.”

“If he was a real man I’d jump his bones in a heartbeat.” Diana sighed as she imagined it and returned to the book – the last published book in the series.

All Bay had to say about that was, “Ew.”

Diana just grinned impishly as she read the last sentences. “Well, that’s the end of that. It was fun while it lasted.”

“Good, then maybe you’ll stop fantasizing about fictional guys. You almost hit your teenage fangirl mode.” Bay set the book aside just as there was a knock at the door. She rolled off her bed, grabbed her gun, and checked through the window to see a delivery guy standing there with a package in his hands. Bay made sure her gun was ready to use in case she needed it and opened the door. “Can I help you?”

“I have a package here for Diana,” the young delivery guy answered. “Is there a Diana here?”

Diana came to the door and took the manila package from him. “What is it?”

“I don’t know, lady. I just deliver them – not open them.” He turned around and walked away since his job was done.

Diana hesitantly moved the package around in her hands a bit. “I have the sudden urge to douse this with Holy Water before opening it.”

Bay went to her bag, pulled out the flask of Holy Water, and handed it to Diana. “Have at it.”

Diana popped open the flask, sprinkled some onto it, and when nothing happened she decided to open the package. What Diana pulled out of it made her eyes go wide. “What the hell? How the hell? What?!”

Bay had no idea why the stack of papers Diana pulled out was making her freak for. “What is it?” Diana plucked off the top sheet and thrust it at her. What Bay read, she couldn’t believe. “Hold up…that’s an unpublished manuscript of the next Supernatural book? Bullshit. You’re bullshitting me. This is just one of your pranks.” Bay was starting to doubt that when she saw how pale Diana’s face was. “This is ridiculous.” She took the rest of the papers from Diana and flipped through them to find it really was the next installment of the Supernatural series.

Diana couldn’t wrap her mind around this whatsoever and needed to sit down because of it. She slowly lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and tried to find her words. “How – how?” That was all she could manage to get out when she wanted to ask how the hell an unpublished manuscript got sent to her. She wanted to know who the hell sent out. And how the hell whoever sent it knew her name and knew she was done with the published books. There were a lot of what the hell, who the hell, and how the hells going through her mind at that moment.

Bay was trying to figure this out for herself but she couldn’t. “I got nothing. But we’re not spending the night here. Get your stuff now.” She dropped the papers on the table and went to gather up her things.

Diana got up to do the same but she had something she needed to take care of first. Diana picked up the papers, but them back into the envelope, and was about to put it into her bag but Bay stopped her.

“You’re not seriously going to take those?” Bay thought it was too weird for comfort and didn’t like the idea of it being brought with them.

“Something or someone clearly wants me to keep reading. I want to find out why.” Diana didn’t have a better explanation than that. This was just all too weird, but it was a mystery she wanted to solve – she needed to solve it.

Bay took the papers from Diana and the first few papers ended up falling onto the floor. She bent to pick them up and froze when she saw her name written on one of the sheets. Bay picked it up and started to read. “Bay’s eyes caught sight of her name printed upon the paper, written among the words of the stories she and Diana had been reading for weeks now. She cautiously reached out, picked it up, and began to read the words.”

Bay quickly looked at Diana before going back to the paper. “Bay looked to Diana in hopes of finding an answer in her eyes but found none there. Questions of how, who, and why were running through both their minds. These questions only seemed to grow in number the more Bay read aloud to Diana.” She couldn’t read any more and returned it to the rest of the papers that were now on table and backed away from them.

Diana stared at the manuscript for a few moments before slowing turning to Bay, saying the first thing that came to her mind. “I saw a Doctor Who episode like this once…It didn’t end well.”

Two days later, while waiting for their next assignment in the new state, Bay and Diana sat in their motel room. For those two days neither of them looked at the manuscript. Well, they had looked at it – more like stared at it – but hadn’t actually read it. Now it was sitting on the table…in the center of Diana’s salt-filled hula hoop.

Diana was sitting on the bed with Bay playing poker when out of nowhere she pulled her silver knife from her boot, declaring, “I’m poking it again.”

Bay shot out her hand to keep her there. “Don’t poke it again. Nothing happened the first dozen times you did it. Nothing is going to happen now. I told you, once we finish our next case we are going to track that Carver Edlund person down and get some answers.”

“Why can’t we just do that now?” Diana wanted to know. “Clearly we have some spare time on our hands. So how about I just do a little Google search and see what comes up?”

“This is where we were told to come and wait so this is where we are staying until told otherwise.” Bay made her discards and picked up new ones to continue their poker game.

Diana rolled her eyes at that before returning the knife to her boot. “Fine. But for the record, I think it’s ridiculous.”

“Noted,” Bay answered, despite knowing that what Diana felt about the situation wouldn’t be able change it. “It’s your bet.”

Diana looked at her cards, plopped a few chips in the center and tried to focus on the game, but her eyes kept going back to the manuscript on the table. If she and Bay were in it and they were real…was it possible that Dean and Sam were, too?

It was getting late and since they still hadn’t gotten any word as to what their next case would be, Bay and Diana went to the nearest diner for burgers, shakes, fries and for Diana; pie. Diana had been a pie fiend even before reading the Supernatural books and finding out her beloved Dean character was the same way. This outing was supposed to be like any other…but this time it wasn’t going to be.

After their orders were placed and shakes were served, Diana pulled the manuscript out of her bag to read it.

Bay almost choked on her shake at the sight of it. “You brought it with you? I thought we agreed we weren’t going to read that thing until we knew what was going on.”

“Actually, you agreed to that. I didn’t give my opinion on the subject.” Diana gave Bay a momentary grin before flipping the pages over to where Bay left off and started to read.

Bay put her hand out across the table onto the page to keep Diana from reading it. “Weren’t you the one who said this probably wouldn’t end well?”

“And it probably won’t,” Diana admitted. “But it’s not going to stop me from reading it. This was sent to me for a reason, Bay. No matter who or what sent it to me, they had a specific reason for doing so and I’m going to read until I find out what it is.” She lifted Bay’s hand and moved it to the side so she could get back to the story.

Bay didn’t know what else to say about that so she returned to her shake and hoped this wouldn’t end badly for them.

Dean was driving the impala down route something or other, with Sam talking away in the passenger seat, “This is the third time in two months that some mystery hunters have taken care of the case before we get there. Don’t you think that’s weird?” Sam asked as he looked at Dean.

Dean, too tired, hungry, and honestly a bit...somewhere between frustrated and annoyed with a mix of being impressed about the situation, replied “Coincidence.”

Sam laughed when he heard that come from his brother, “Aren’t you the one that said coincidences don’t just happen coincidentally?”

Dean shot Sam a quick look. “Shut up.” After putting his eyes back on the road he spotted a diner just down the road. “Finally,” he said as he pulled in and parked the impala next to a ‘67 yellow Mustang convertible. As Dean got out of the Impala he said, “Nice car. Hate the color.”

Sam also got out and followed Dean to the Diner’s entrance, “It’s not that bad.” he commented, referring to the Mustang’s color.

As they walked Dean gestured behind him to that car and replied, “It looks like the yellow M&M.”

Sam shook his head with a chuckle and the two went inside.

Before their arrival, Diana slapped the page out of nowhere and asked, “What the update?”, making Bay jump a bit in the process. Without waiting for Bay’s answer, Diana grabbed a French fry and got right to it. “I think there’s something supernatural about this book series, or at least the author.”

“Supernatural, really?” Bay had a hard time believing Diana couldn’t think of a better word than that.

“I was trying to be punny,” Diana answered as she popped a fry into her mouth.

Bay took a fry for herself. “It’s not working.”

Diana shook her head because they were digressing from the point. “Just listen and ignore my apparently horrible puns.”

Bay bopped her head from side to side as she sipped her shake in a ‘okay, go on then’ fashion.

“Thank you.” Diana tapped on the papers. “The writer hasn’t just been writing about Dean and Sam – in this book there’s stuff about us, too, and not just what you read before. And there’s stuff in here about what we’re doing right now.”

Bay really didn’t like where this was going. “I think you should stop reading that right now. Let’s pack up and head back to the farm. We’ll show it to my father and go from there.”

“Not yet,” Diana countered as she came upon the most current part of their story. “Listen to this - After Diana read their part of the story to Bay, Sam and Dean entered the diner and took two seats at the counter. The waitress asked what they wanted, 'Water for now thanks.’ Sam answered. 'Coffee and pie’ Dean replied as always. The waitress informed Dean that the last piece of pie was ordered by the girl in the corner.” Diana gestured to their seat, the booth in the corner and the last piece of pie on her plate.

Bay pulled out some money to pay for the bill. “That better just be a coincidence.”

“Coincidences don’t just happen coincidentally,” Diana countered, quoting Dean from the book.

Before Bay could get out another word, two men entered the diner and took seats at the counter. “Water for now thanks,” said one. “Coffee and pie,” added in the other.

“Sorry, hun, the last piece of pie was ordered by the girl in the corner,” replied the waitress.

Diana and Bay both heard this exchange and while Bay leaned to the side to get a better view, Diana turned around to see who had spoken.

“Coincidences don’t just happen coincidentally.” Okay, not Bay really didn’t want to mess with the book anymore.

Diana pulled her gaze from the two men at the counter – well, pulled it from one in particular, and turned back to face Bay. “I’m not sure if I should be excited or freaked out.”

Bay wasn’t completely sure how she felt herself. “Both?”

Diana nodded in agreement. “Yeah, both. Both is good.”

End part 1