Small Give Away Cause I Fucked Up This Tarot Bag For An Order And Ya’ll Are Bomb
As you can tell I accidentally let the paint bleed through the back of this tarot bag so I couldn’t send it out to the costumer. I decided to just do a small give away because you guys have been so sweet and supportive of my lately and I love you all so much?! Thank you for being amazing? Anyways you’ll receive:
Title: Pain of Parting Character: Jonathan Byers A/n: I loved jonathan so much during the first season, his character was really interesting so I decided to write somethin’ for him. I guess we could call this angst so there’s your warning if that’s not your jam.
“Do you have to go?” Jonathan asked as he sat cross-legged on your bed, chin in his hands as he watched you move clothes from your closet to a large suitcases that laid open at the foot of your mattress.
“You know I have to,” You told him as you met his gaze with a smile. “My family always insists that we go up to the lakehouse every odd summer. We haven’t been up there in over three years. So yes, I do.”
Jonathan got quiet, his hands were busy pulling at loose peices of string that had been caught on one of your blankets.
You looked up from your folding and noticed the sad expression on his face. You’d known him for a handful of years, and you knew he wasn’t very much of a people person. Apart from you, he didn’t have many close friends.
You set aside your clothes and sat down beside him. “You shouldn’t be sad, I’m only going to be gone until August,” You told him, reaching up and running your hands through his hair. “You can phone me whenever you’d like, and I’ll write to you. Two months and I’ll be right back
Jonathan moved his head to your shoulder, his eyes closing whenever you continued to play with his hair. “Really?”
You looked down at him. “Have I ever let you down before?”
Jonathan stopped over by your house the day you were supposed to leave, he wanted a chance to say goodbye.
You were already out in the drive away, helping your dad figure out a way to put all the suitcases into the trunk of the car.
“Here, I’m gonna get a few more things from the house. Maybe your mother will be better at this.” Your dad said, giving you a small tap on the nose before jogging inside.
You brushed off your hands on your overalls before you looked over and saw Jonathan awkwardly standing to the side with his hands in his pockets.
“Jonathan!” You called, waving him over. “Come to say bye?”
Jonathan nodded, shifting his weight back and forth as he tried to think of what to say. “I already said it, but I’m gonna miss you.”
You smiled at him. “Don’t be like that, when I come back you talk my ear off about all the stuff you did and we’ll still have all of August to hang out.”
Jonathan met your gaze and he reached out to pull you into a hug.
You laughed and returned his embrace, pulling away as you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” You told him, taking a step back towards your car.
“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you.” He told you with a wave.
You waved back before turning on your heel.
You walked about five paces before Jonathan called you back.
You went to turn around but Jonathan was already there, and before you could even process anything he bent down and gave you a quick kiss.
“Bye.” Jonathan said once he pulled away and quickly made a run for it down the street while you watched him with wide eyes.
“Jonathan!” Joyce called as she entered the house, her hands busy shuffling through the mail she collected. “You have something from (Y/n)!”
Jonathan came quickly out of his room, only coming to a halt whenever he was in front of his mother. “Yes?”
Joyce looked up at her son and smiled, she handed him a letter and a cardboard box. “These are for you.”
Jonathan took them and a bright smile showed up on his face as he looked down at them. “Thanks.”
He hurried back into his room, setting the box aside on his nightstand before he tore apart the envelope.
You wrote about how nice the lakehouse was, how pretty the scenery was and about all the little adventures you and your family had so far on your trip.
Jonathan noticed you had drawn small doodles of rabbits and frogs all over the paper, they were even painted with the set of watercolors he had given you on your birthday.
He saved up for them for months, and it showed by how proud he was when he gave it to you and saw that you loved it.
“I sent along a box as well,” Jonathan read as he looked over and grabbed it, taking a minute to tear off the tape, he looked inside to find a small collection of things.
“The pencils are for Will, he had given me
some of his drawings to keep and I thought he might like these. The earrings are for your mum, and be sure to tell her that I insist she accept them, she deserves it.
I’ve got you a gift as well, but I plan to give it to you in person.
Lots of love,”
Everyday after that, Jonathan had made it a habit to ask his mother if there was a letter from you.
“Anything from (Y/n)?”
“Did (Y/n) send a letter today?”
You would send at least one every week, but he still felt the need to ask just in case.
Until one day he noticed about two weeks had passed without word from you. Joyce would come home and gently let him know there was nothing, but reasoned the post was just being slow or you were busy with your family.
And at first Jonathan understood, he thought it was a reasonable explanation, so he stopped worrying about it.
Jonathan was driving home from picking a few things up from the grocery store for his mom, but he drove by your house and noticed that your family car was parked in the driveway.
You would have called to let him know you were coming home early, you probably would’ve gone to his house yourself if wasn’t late.
His curiosity was peaked, and he parked his car across the street before ringing your doorbell.
“Hello?” Your sister answered the door, and Jonathan was slightly taken back by her appearance.
Her eyes were puffy and red, she looked like she’d been crying for hours.
“Oh Jonathan, it’s you.” She said as she sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her shirt sleeve.
“Yeah uh, is (Y/n) here?” He asked, slightly alarmed by how distressed she looked.
If possible, her face got even more somber. “I guess it’s best to just tell you, but…” She broke off into a small series of sobs before continuing. “We were up at the lakehouse, and her and dad went out on the boat. No one knows what’s happened to them but they’ve been missing for a couple days.”
It took Jonathan a few moments to register what she was saying, and he was surprised by his lack of reaction.
“Of course, we don’t want to assume the worst, but no one can find them and it’s been days.” She said with a vacant laugh before shaking her head. “Wait here for a moment.”
Jonathan watched her disappear into the house, trying to understand why his mind was going blank at a time when he should feel sad or angry even.
But he didn’t.
“She mentioned that this was for you,” Your sister said once she returned. “She seemed pretty proud of it.” There was that sad laugh again as she held a wrapped package out to him.
“I’m so sorry,” Jonathan said, taking it from her.
Your sister nodded, her hand was now covering her mouth as tears piled up at the edges of her eyes. “She was very fond of you, talked about you a great deal.”
Jonathan looked up at her. “I’m sorry.”
He couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Jonathan drove home in silence.
He didn’t even turn the radio on.
When he stepped through his front door he was met with more silence, Joyce must have been working late again.
Jonathan closed his door whenever he went inside, his eyes remaining fixated on your present to him.
He didn’t want to open it.
You told him you wanted to give it to him in person.
You told him you were going to come back.
Why didn’t you come back?
Jonathan’s hands were tearing away at the wrapping before he registered what he was doing. He then pulled out a leather sketchbook, he could vaguely remember times whenever you’d come over to his house and you’d be doodling around in it, refusing to show him the end results.
He undid the leather straps that kept it closed, and flipped through the first couple of pages.
He wasn’t surprised to find several pencil sketches of various animals, rabits and little mice in particular. Some of them were life-like while others were dressed in little jackets and hats, having tea parties by a river.
Jonathan moved to sit on the edge of his bed, despite the whirl of emotions going through his head, he found himself smiling.
To his surprise, the next pages were filled with portraits. Some were of him, others were of Will or even Joyce, they were all smiling in each of them.
He spent the next couple of minutes going through the rest of it, and he found himself growing disappointed whenever he was reaching the end.
On the very last page, there was a small handwritten note instead.
“I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I thought you’d like to have it once it was finished.
I know you’re not a fan of pictures of yourself, but I hope you won’t mind a few sketches.
All my love xx (Y/n)”
You always had nice handwriting, it was always in cursive.
Suddenly, a wet spot appeared onto the page, Jonathan didn’t even realize it until it started smudging your signiture.
Another one showed up on the corner of the page, and he brought his hand up to realize tears were falling freely from his eyes.
A few tears slowly turned into sobs, then he was laying on the side of his bed, holding your sketchbook tightly against his chest while he cried.