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Five & Grace

❄ ( Do you know who I am?)

The woman stared at her child. He was still a child, in his features at least, in the way he stood though. Something about him was different, older, but that was still Five. That was the boy. A boy who didn’t want a name, who just wanted a sound, a number to remind of something that defined him. She never understood that but that’s what he wanted and she respected that. Grace rubbed her hands nervously. The mother sighed her lip trembling. Walking over to him Grace smiled, she had a little hope, Ben remembered her, maybe Five would too. The words stuck in her throat, hard to say because a mother never should have to say these words. “Do you..do you know who I am?”

@wvystar​ for five

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Diego & Grace

❄ The night sky’s so beautiful

Sitting on the bench Grace inhaled the night air. She was never allowed outside, Mr. Hargreeves gave Grace so many sets of rules, they were programmed into her from day one. But she became quietly defiant, strangely so. The more time she spent with her children, the more the need to protect them came into view. So some rules she followed, followed because the children needed her. The worst of it was never being allowed outside of the grounds. She made due with pictures, staring at images, pretending she could go to those places. She wanted to know what it was like to wander through flowers and to see the stars. Grace sighed with a smile. She savored this feeling. Feeling a person rustle near hear Grace kept her gaze up. “The night sky’s so beautiful.”

@tvngledthreads​ for diego

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Steve & Mabel

❄ How do I know you’re not going to kill me?

Flash light in hand the small brunette needed to investigate the strange noise. It was moments like this that made her miss Dipper. Her twin would be a nervous wreck, all flaily and sweaty, it would have been hilarious and she would have loved it. But she needed to keep up the investigations until Dipper got back. As she moved around quietly she heard more noise. And turning to the noise she ran into a boy. Holding out her flash light like a weapon “how do I know you’re not going to kill me?”

@wvystar​ for steve

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Jules & Mabel

❄ that ugly sweater compliments your face

Bouncing up in front of the blonde Mabel held out the hem of her sweater. “I need your opinion!” She shouted with a slight panic. “Somebody just told me “that ugly sweater compliments your face.”’ The sweater was a hot pink, the key in the center one of her favourite pieces. She was so confused. “Is this sweater really that ugly?”

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(&& sam)‌:

Stopping to take questionnaires in the middle of the street is not a thing he does very often and although he admits it might be a normal occurrence, Sam has barely lived a normal life, to begin with. In Browning Harbor, he is somewhat re-learning to live in a mundane way even though he is still trying to look for a way out. Or a way to bring ‘his people’ in, as selfish as that may be. He smiles and nods as the girl explains why she needs his cooperation – and truth be told, she’s cute and earnest and he’d probably answer her questions even if she didn’t justify herself. “Sure, Mabel. Gotta work on keeping those grades up. I’ll let you know if there’s anything I can’t answer, but I’m sure there won’t.” he says before pocketing his phone and giving her his full attention. “My name is Sam Winchester, I’m thirty-six and I don’t think I have an absolute favorite color, but I kinda like green and blue.”

The small girl smiled brightly, those braces really payed off, her smile just as sweet as it could be. “Wonderful!” Her pen held a pom pom on top, bright pink of course and with quick scribbles she nodded. “Totally. I mean it’s my brother who’s the total nerd in my family but I can’t slack behind ya know.” Tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear Mabel looked up an reached out her free hand and held out of the man. “Nice to meet you Sam Winchester. Green and Blue are absolutely fantastic colors if you can’t think of just one.” Like a little bird her head tilted, “Winchester. Is that any relation to the Winchester Mystery House? Cause that would be so cooool!” She squeaked. “My Grunkle owns a mystery shack so I’m all about mystery things.”

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(&& ben)‌:

Ben smiled, wiping away a tear from his cheek before placing it back into position in the hug.  “I’ve missed talking to you.”  He admitted before pulling back.  “But I was there the whole time, with Klaus. Ever since I died, I’ve been there, and God, it was so hard, trying to talk to you all when he was the only one who could see me.”  The words poured out of him, as they were words that he’d wanted to say for as long as he could remember.  He’d gotten used to holding his tongue, as he knew that no one but Klaus would hear him, and whether or not Klaus would relay the message accurately, or even at all, was always hit or miss.  “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Her head titled and she blinked rapidly trying to wrap her head around the fact that Ben was always there. But her heart felt heavy, because why would Klaus even try to tell to them that Ben was there, everyone would dismiss him. Siblings. It was that way sometimes, but in a way she wished it wouldn’t have been. “Well we don’t have to worry about that now do we, you are here and you can talk all you want. You can tell me everything you ever wanted to tell me. I want to hear it all.” Grace pointed in a general direction “I live that way. I know you children are all grown up and have your own lives and such, but umm I can always make all  your favourite foods.” She smiled. The hardest part of being a mother was letting your children grow up. 

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(&& ben):

Ben was shocked speechless.  The list of people he’d expected to see in this town was pretty short, just consisting of his siblings, but his mom definitely wasn’t on the list.  That didn’t mean he wasn’t happy to see her, he was overjoyed.  Grace was one of the few people to show him affection as a child.  Love.  Something that a child like him needed, especially after an interaction with his father.  “Mom.”  He repeated, the corners of his mouth turning upward as he moved over to greet her,  taking her outstretched hands in his own as if to prove to himself that she was real too.  Feeling her hands in his caused tears to pool in his eyes, something that hadn’t happened since he’d come back to life.  He’d almost forgotten how the sensation felt, but he didn’t mind.  Overcome with emotion, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug.  “Yeah…  Yeah, I’m here.  We both are.”

Hearing the word mom fall from his mouth, a sound like angels to her. She missed that sound, each of her children ways of saying that word distinct and so their own. She could sit and imagine him saying but to hear him. And then he was holding her hands. Warm and like a memory. Watching the tears in his eyes Grace felt all the emotions at once. Diego once asked her if it was Mr. Hargreeves that told her what to think. And if he could have witnessed this moment would have given him the answer. Pulling him into a hug Grace held him tightly afraid he would slip away but he didn’t. She smiled. “My sweet boy. We are both here. I’m not going anywhere and I hope you’re not going anywhere. And we will never have to worry about Mr. Hargreeves again. The world is ours now.” Pulling away so she could look at him Grace wiped the stray tears lingering on cheeks. “You are just as I remember you.”

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(&& chip)‌:

Chip quickly took the hand that was reached out for him and he just bumped her hip with his. “oh and who is this best man?” he joked before returning the kiss on the cheek with a small kiss of his own, but not on the cheek this time. he pulled back and nodded at her question. “oh we probably should if we want to make our reservation.” he said and started pulling her inside. “how was work today?”

Her face flushed a bright pink, cheeks growing rosy with color and joy. She let out a sweet giggle and felt light as a feather. “Oh just someone I know. Just so wonderful and sweet.” She hummed brightly. It was melodic, like a bird. “Oh it was wonderful. There was this one student who decided that the drum didn’t needed played on the top, but you could create sound using the sides as well. And his mother wasn’t pleased but he wrote such a wonderful, I couldn’t be mad at him. The parents can be so--so... hmm, I don’t know the word but they are. How was your day?”

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(&& ben):

Whether his family knew it or not, Ben always stuck around, even after he died.  He was tied to Klaus and always there, watching the family inevitably crumble as they grew older and then only reuniting after their dad died, if one could even call him dad.  He sure didn’t act like one.  Ben was often the punching bag, as his softer sensibilities didn’t live up to his father’s expectations, but that didn’t change him.  He wouldn’t let it change him.  One thing he remembered seeing vividly was his mom standing in the window of their house and looking out at them as it crumbled to the ground, and to him it was more tragic than his own death.  Grace was one of the few kind souls he experienced growing up, and seeing her die in such a way was heartbreaking to him.  So, when he saw her in his favorite bookstore, he doubted his senses for a second.  “M-Mom?”  He could only get that one word out, shock overtaking him.

If she had breath she would have lost it. The voice, she would know that voice anywhere. Mother’s always know their children’s voices. But that was a voice she had not heard in so long. A hand rose to her chest as if she was catching breath. The named formed on her lips as it did so many years ago when they finally were granted names. She was so hesitant though, as if this was just a trick in her head. She closed her eyes, imaging her sweet boy’s features for a quick second. Finally she turned to look. There he was, everything about him was the same. “Ben.” She said louder, hoping the sound wouldn’t whisk him away. “Ben.” Hands to mouth she inhaled. “Oh my.” Walking over to him she couldn’t believe it. She mourned for that poor boy, she watched in horror his father use the horror within him to push his agenda, she desperately hoped this was not imagation but he never faltered. “My sweet Ben you’re here. Oh my sweet boy you’re here.” Grace reached out her hands for him to take, it would make it all the more real.

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(&& sam)‌:

The streets of Browning Harbor had stopped being foreign to Sam a few months back, when he had to adapt to his new environment and figure out how to process whatever happened to him. Now, it feels like he always knew what road leads to where and how many detours he can take before he can see his apartment. He supposes it’s the same with the people in town. It’s hard not to have seen everyone at least once when you spend enough time in the city or at least to hear about someone at some point. It’s not like the city is small, it’s just that ninety percent of people there feel like they either don’t fit in there or that they should be somewhere else. So, when he looks up from his phone to the one directing a question at him, he tilts his head in confusion. He doesn’t know her, nor has seen her around, so he considers that she’s simply new in town or maybe just someone he only heard of. He leans towards the first option. “Hey,” he responds albeit awkwardly “uh, sure, shoot away.”

Mabel could only really looked up at the man. At some point Dipper kept growing and she stayed rather short. A bright smile however filled her face. “My name is Mabel. Mabel Pines. And i’m doing a research. Ya know for class. You don’t have to answer the questions if you don’t want to but I would appreciate if you did, mean the world to me really. Don’t wanna fail.” The older she got the easier it became to lie. Grunkle Stan would be utterly proud of her, Mabel was never sure how she felt entirely about that fact but she would keep that to herself. “Could I start with your name, how old you are and what your favourite color is.” She giggled to herself. Perfect cover. Stunning really. Also she really did just wanna what people’s favourite things were. Holding up a clip board and pen Mabel was ready to write. 

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(&& chip)‌:

The best thing about owning a music store was being able to close whenever you wanted. Today, for example. Chip was able to go in early and get work done so he could close up when school let out and go on a fun date with his girlfriend. He had changed into a more appropriate outfit for his date and then closed up shop, heading to the restaurant that he was meeting Britney at. He smiled as he saw her and shook his head. “Somehow, you always manage to look great.”

With a twirl and bounce Britney let her dress flair before reaching out her hand for Chip to take. “Well thank you so very much. I mean I have to look my best for my best man.” She giggled with a bright smiled before leaning in to press a small kiss on his cheek. Fuzzy moments of memories long forgotten never really plagued her, she tended to ignore them and focus on moments like these. “Well I think we should go in. What do you think?”

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Getting out of class was always a sad moment. She waved at her students, offering a soft smile to each of them. She used to be a singer, she had fuzzy memories of performances but nothing concrete. Britney didn’t mind though. This was perfect for her now, she could only imagine the stress she had singing all the time. At the school, music class was fun and simple, just about getting kids to enjoy music. She waved to the last student and started to pack up her room. Her watched beeped and she realized that if she didn’t leave now then she would be late for her date. Gathering up her stuff, Britney went through her checklist and finished with locking the door(she usually forgot) and raced to meet her boyfriend.

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Mabel needed Dipper. She could feel the town’s mystery radiating around her. This would be the perfect place for the both of them, like Gravity Falls but something else was lurking. She hoped it wasn’t a certain one eye triangle. It had it’s good points too. The people were amazing! Such a mix of sorts and it made her feel truly at home. Well if Dipper were around it feel a little better. She had to carry on though. Knowing Dipper would want as many facts as possible she made it her mission to ask people around town about themselves. She tried to talk to a few people everyday and at the moment she didn’t want to go home so she decided find a few more people . Mabel moved around the town until she spotted someone new to her. “Well hello there good sir do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

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Grace loved all her children. Each one of them was special and perfect in their own ways. She knew their favourite foods and what made them happy. They so rarely got to be happy. The day Five ran away was a difficult day. He was such a strong willed child and she hoped that he would come home eventually but she always knew he was alive, mother’s instinct and all. He just had to make that choice to come back.  The day Ben died though, something in Grace broke. One of her sons, no impossible, not sweet Ben. She never stopped collecting books for him to read. Stacking them in his room, wondering if he would like them, get lost in them at the dinner table. She would stand there, as the mission alarms blared, no sweet boy rushing about, needing help with his costume. She could not tell Mr. Hargreaves about what she was feeling for surely he would do something about it. Mr. Hargreaves wasn’t here and she had the freedom to move around the world. She stilled mourned for that sweet, sweet boy. She found herself in a bookstore. Oh it was lovely, quiet and serene. She shook her head. “I never did have all that much time, seven children to look after, a house, where I would I even begin now?”

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