#hawk1nsmom

[storytcllr]

can't sleep?

“shit!” he curses under his breath. stream of boiling water jolts, spilling over the side of the coffee mug as he startled. he hadn’t expected anyone else to be up — yet? or still? it was so late it teetered on early, sun threatening to peek over the horizon within the next hour. maybe less.

he’s been restless all night. the hours dragging on and on and on as he blinked up at the ceiling, waiting to be taken by an exhaustion that never came. by the time he was laying with his head where his feet should be, he knew his efforts were futile. guess it was time to start his day. maybe he could beat robin and steve to the station, take care of some of the mindless set up for them before mom’s even up to make breakfast.

“ — i mean… sorry.” he cringes to himself. smooth, wheeler. very smooth. a blush creeps up the back of his neck and he thanks god that it’s hard to discern much detail through the dim glow of the one bulb over the stove. “yeah, just… not tired, i guess. figured i might as well get moving. d’you want some? coffee? or — we have tea, too. i could make you some.” he doesn’t even wait for an affirmative, already reaching into a cabinet to pull out a second mug.

[edensrib]

don't give me that look

hands fly up, eyebrows joining them and corners of lips drawing together. " i ain't sayin' anythin'! " liar, liar, pants on fire. an expression can speak a thousand words alone, which odie well knows. " i just think it's real disappointin' you did your own ironin'. you know it helps me think. " okay, so maybe she is saying something beyond just the expression. " ain't even left me some of will's funky button ups for my thinkin' time. "

she's already ironed all her own shirts, and sam's. she daren't go near dean's laundry, she has enough knowledge about that man. " ... y'reckon karen has any? an' that she wouldn't kill me if i ' accidentally ' left burn marks on a couple of ted's shirts? " she could be more subtle about her distain for the wheeler husband, but she won't. it's funnier that way.

it's become a tradition of hers, iron and think, think and iron. her dad used to spend every sunday ironing her mothers shirts, a small act of love. she'd join in most weeks. she can't think how else to best show her appreciation and affection for these people, this group who look monsters in the eye and tell them to fuck off and die, and then come home and raise children, maintain homes, have that domesticity odette herself craves so deeply.

[hawk1nshero]

nightmares were not uncommon in the byers-hopper household. nightmares, night terrors, they all had them. this, however, this was new. she'd found him in the front yard. no shoes, pajama pants, & hey, at least he'd been smart enough to wrap the throw blanket from the couch around bare shoulders. his skin was pink and angry from being exposed to the elements for god knows how long. in his hands he clutched the axe he'd used to chop the wood they threw on the fire earlier. raising it, he was just about to swing at nothing on the ground when soft, warm, hands wrap around his bicep. as if coming out of a trance, he blinks. he blinks & @hawk1nsmom comes into view, brows furrowed & worried look etched into features. " joy ... " he doesn't know why he's even out here. in below freezing temperatures & barely dressed. " i must've slept walked out here. " he lowers the axe, eyes roaming it before he rests it into the log he'd left it in before the sun went down. he must've thought he was in kamchatka again, working to the bone on that goddamn railroad. it was strange, as soon as he came to every part of him ached. he didn't fair well in this weather even when he bundled to the extreme how had he lasted out here for so long with nothing ?

" m'sorry. " his throat felt raw when he spoke, shuffling steps take him up the steps & back into the house with joyce's help. plopping him down on the couch, she peels the frozen blanket off him in favor for his thermals & a fresh blanket from the hall closet before she slips socks & his slippers on his feet. " i've never ... i've never done this before ... "

“You’re shaking. Here… hands.” | winter prompts.

[hawk1nshero]

he owed her the goddamn world after everything she's done for him. for el. their girl ! the hell he's dragged her through was worth more than dinner ... she was worth more than he could probably offer. " might be a while before we can have that nice dinner, hon ... " dead man walking after all. couldn't even drive himself around, spent days in dirt travelling here & there. at least he got to see more than just the cabin -- there was the junkyard, the squawk, the mac-z before he tucked & rolled into a caravan heading for the wasteland that was the upside down. yeah . . . who knew how long it would take to get to that dinner - unless ... he could convince one of those stubborn punk asses to smuggle him some supplies. they deserved a night off, yeah ? s'been months of radio silence on the battlefield. if she could sneak away from the wheeler's maybe el could hole up at their base of operations with will & he could make that nice dinner ! would still take her out when this was all said and done, in fact, he'll take her on a million dates when they got back to as close as normal as they could.

" hm ... think you could get past the parents thursday ? " brow arched, fingers fiddling with the sleeve of @hawk1nsmom's shirt. " tell 'em you gotta do whatever it is they think you do when you come t'see us . . . " head tilt, ready to put on his best puppy dog look if need be. " jus' me & you. "

❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ | 200 random dialogue prompts

[filmdeve10ped]

he    feels    like    he    can’t    get    clean .    immediately    after    getting    back    from    the    upside    down ,    he    had    gone    straight    into    the    shower ,    needing    to    wash    every    inch    of    his    body    in    steaming    hot    water .    he    scrubbed ,    and    scrubbed ,    and    once    his    skin    had    turned    pink    and    had    started    to    ache    from    how    hard    he    was    washing    it ,    he    scrubbed    again ,    harder .    all    he    felt    was    slime ,    dirty ,    tainted    by    the    horrors    he    had    seen .    an    hour    and    a    hald    after    he    entered    the    burning    hot    water ,    he    emerged ,    bundled    up    in    one    of    hopper’s    older    sweaters    and    his    loosest    pajama    pants .

jonathan    was    still    trembling    by    the    time    he    made    it    back    into    the    kitchen .    his    fingers    itched    for    something ,    maybe    one    of    his    mom’s    cigarettes    that    she    swore    she    didn’t    smoke    anymore ,    but    he    had    smelt    the    tobacco    once    as    she    fluttered    by    him    after    the    crawl    from    two    months    ago .    what    he    really    wanted    was    a    joint ,    tightly    rolled ,    just    to    get    the    rest    of    the    edge    off ,    but    as    he    went    to    step    towards    the    front    door ,    a    hint    of    smoke    filled    his    nose ,    and    he    knew    he    wouldn’t    be    able    to    get    away    with    it    now .

❝    i    didn’t    think    you’d    be    home    already ––    ❞    his   words    are    cut    off    by    joyce    tugging    him    close ,    cradling    him    against    her    as    if     he    were    a    child    again ,    the    kind    of    hug    that    was    usually    reserved    for    his    brother .    immediately ,    jonathan’s    eyes    begin    to    well    up ,    and    he    has    to    keep    them    closed    in    order    to    keep    himself    from    fully    crying    into    his    mother’s    arms    as    if    he    were    a    child .    he    hasn’t    been    a    kid    since    he    was    twelve    years    old ,    he    didn’t    need    to    act    like    one    now .    a    deep    breath    in    through    the    nose ,    exhaled    through    his    mouth .    ❝    i’m    okay ,    mom .    really .    ❞    but    he    curls    his    arms    around    her ,    presses    his    head    into    her    shoulder .    maybe    acting    like    a    kid ,    one    who    just    needed    his    mom ,    would    be    okay    for    a    moment .

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