#'home is not where you live // but who cares when you're gone // they'll follow you to the beyond' is literally wolfstar

[elysianymph]

i KNOW that "in the blood" is connected to the story of the hades game but it's such a good black family song

[darkbluekies]

AHHH JUST GOT ANOTHER REQUEST! silas with a crackhead gen z s/o.This guy would be so fking confused.😭😭

Silas:walk out of that front door and I'll break your legs👿👿.

s/o:*uses the open window besides the door instead and casually walks away*

Silas texting:WHY ARE YOU NOT HOME YOUR GONNA GO THROUGH HELL IF YOU DON'T COME BACK.

S/o: You're* dumbass and proceeds to ignore the calls from this dumb af guy.

first anon (im sorry but i thought this was funny 😭😭)

[Do you want to break him??? Congrats, you succeeded 😭]

Not a joking matter

Mafia!yandere OC x reader

Summary: you decide to pull a stunt on Silas while you are fighting, which causes him to go insane with fury. He promises himself to make sure you never dare to do it again.

Warnings: yandere content, mentions of killing, guns, threats, isolation punishment, Stockholm syndrome, Silas who can't take a joke, manipulation

Word count: 1.5k

Normally, you wouldn’t dare fight with Silas. It only gave you consequences you couldn’t bear. Besides, just giving in and listening to him makes your world turn easier. But some days, things get too much and your anger bubbles out. This has led you and Silas to argue down by the front door about his jealousy.

“I’m literally done!” you scoff out. “You’re insane, this is insane! I’m leaving!”

“If you walk out through that door, I’m breaking your legs”, Silas warns you with his arms over his chest. “Don’t test me, little thing.”

You give him a long stare before opening the window next to the door and jumping out. Silas gaze darkens as he watches you walk away. How dare you?

“What are you doing, boss?” one of his men asks with a shaking voice. “Are you just going to let them leave?!”

“They will be back soon”, Silas says through gritted teeth. “They can’t survive without me. And when they return, they’ll go back into the basement until they apologize sincerely.”

“And if they don’t come back, boss?”

“Then they’ll regret it.”

You walk along the road, cursing Silas for living out in the middle of the fucking forest. You’re not even wearing shoes! Why did you walk out like that? Well, at least you’re free. Right? This has to be worth it. You have to show Silas that you mean business … he can't treat you like that.

You reach the nearest city after an hour of walking. You're sure you've destroyed one skinlevel by now. No blood has been drawn yet, but your skin is ripped and dirty. You sink down by the side of the road, next to a coffee shop. Now what? You don't have any money … only your cell phone. Silas IT master has blocked the phone from calling any other number than Silas.

It buzzes. You look down and see a message from him.

"WHY ARE YOU NOT HOME?? YOUR GOING TO GO THROUGH HELL IF YOU DON'T COME BACK, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?"

You shouldn't do it — it's childish — yet you do it. Your fingers tremble as you type the message back, but you can't help but snicker for yourself.

"You're*"

If only you could see his face once he receives the message. Silas, on the other hand, throws his phone at the wall once he gets your little fun text. He calls you, but you don't answer. He calls again … and again … and again. Same automatic voice telling him to try again later.

"This little shit, I swear to God-" he growls before grabbing his car keys. "I'm going to get them, I don't fucking care. They'll be sorry. Who the fuck do they think they are? Seriously? Fucking brat.”

“What are you going to do, boss?” the same man as before asks.

“If Y/N wants to act like a shitty, little brat, then I’ll treat them like one.”

He rips open the door and walks out to his black sports car. You might be his darling, but this car is his baby. Although he doesn’t know where you are, he has an idea. There's not a lot of places you could have gone to. You're not stupid enough to run into the forest, you'll have followed the road. You can't have gotten too far. He'll find you.

He notices that you're not on the road.

"These little legs were faster than I thought", he mumbles. "Just wait til I get my hands on you."

He drives into the small city, looking around. A smirk creeps up on his face once he sees you sitting on the sidewalk. He parks the car right in front of you and jumps out. His anger turns into some weird adrenaline kick once he sees your terrified eyes. He will punish you, don't you worry … but first he wants to play.

"Either you get in the car now or I'll make you", he says with one hand resting inside of his jacket, on his gun. "I'll blow this place up."

You know Silas, and you know what he keeps in his pocket. You know he's not lying. Suddenly, incapable of moving, paralyzed in fear, you shake your head desperately. Silas smiles.

"Boom", he says, forming his mouth to an 'O'.

"No, please", you whisper.

"Yes? If you say so …"

He's about to pull put the gun. You finally manage to move your limbs and shoot up from the sidewalk, stopping his hand.

"Silas, don't", you beg.

"But you wanted to be bratty and not do what I said", he pouts and gives you puppy dog eyes. "It's not more than fair that I get to play too?"

"Silas, people will get hurt if you do that."

"People could have gotten hurt by your stunt too. If I wouldn't have found you …" He moves closer until you can feel his breath against your face. "... I'd killed all of my men."

You shiver and give him a horrified glance.

"Y/N, get in the car now", Silas tells you seriously, no longer in the mood to play games.

And you do.

"Y/N, I want you to know something", Silas says as he starts driving away. "You only 'escaped' today because I let you. The only reason you're still alive is because I went to get you. You should be happy that I love you because what would you have done without me? You have no money, your phone — which you should be grateful I gave you — only works for my number … you aren't even wearing shoes!"

Your head slumps. You shouldn't feel so guilty, you shouldn't start to cry … but you do.

"I could have left you", Silas continues. He won't stop until you've broken down completely. "I could have forgotten about you and moved on, find somebody that actually appreciates what I do for them and is grateful for my love. But I went back for you because I love you."

He has noticed that you've started crying in the seat next to him, but he isn't done.

"People could have died today and it'd be all your fault", Silas says.

"Stop!" you shout and cover your ears with your hands. "I get it! I'm sorry!"

"I'm not sure you do, baby. That's why you'll spend a little while down in the basement once we get home. Just to make sure this won't happen again."

You want to protest, but his gaze makes you shrink to the size of an ant. Yu're already six feet down, no need to do yourself any further.

When you get back to his house, he pulls you with him down to the basement and chains you before saying a word.

"Silas, I'm really sorry", you sob. "I'll never do it again. Please don't leave me here.'

"You've acted like a complete brat, baby. My partner is an adult, not a damn child, do you get that?"

"Yes!"

"Good. I will see you in a while."

"No, Silas, please!" you shout. "Don't leave me here!"

You hear the door to the ground floor, leaving you in pitch black darkness. You sob out into the emptiness and hug your legs, burying your face into your knees.

You don't know how much time passes by. You have no idea how long time you've been down here, all you know is that your growling stomach stopped making sounds a long time ago. It doesn't hurt anymore … although it should. Your body must have gone numb because you can't feel anything. Or you've died. That's at least what you tell yourself. You no longer live and will never feel anything else ever again. This basement works wonders on the brain.

The door from the ground floor creaks. You look up, seeing how Silas come walking down. Your body fills with electricity. He came back!

"Hey, baby", he says and squats down in front of you.

"Silas …", you say quietly, tasting the name, seeing if he can hear you. Seeing if you're alive.

"Yes?"

A wave of relief flows through you. Your hands start reaching out for him, needing to hold onto something to fully convince you that you're still real.

"Careful, baby", Silas says softly and stops your hands. "I have to remove the chains first."

Impatiently, you wait for him to unlock the heavy metal keeping you to the ground. As soon as you feel the weight lifting, you throw yourself at him, locking your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his warm shoulder. He chuckles and wraps his strong arms around you in return.

"Eager to see me?" he smiles right by your ear.

You don't answer. You're happy to see someone. It just happens that this someone is Silas.

"Do you want to come upstairs now?" he asks.

You nod against his shoulder.

"You're not going to be a bratty little shit anymore?" he asks.

You shake your head.

"And you won't pull a childish stunt?" he asks.

You shake your head. Your humor doesn't work on him and you learned that the hard way.

"Very well then, let's go", Silas says and stands up, pulling you up with him.

You wrap your legs around his torso and keep your arms in place. You can hear him purr like a cat. Silas always gets what he wants. He always wins.

[noroi1000]

Hi I was wondering could you write when Suguru and Gojo get baby fever. This is patch hearts Suguru and Gojo by the way. It starts when y/n coworker asked her if she could look his baby for while he gone. Let say a family emergency came up or something and his wife is busy too. While y/n agree to take care of the baby. Both Suguru & Gojo can’t help to fantasies about having their own little one in the house. So the baby go back home and both Gojo & Suguru start asking y/n if she wants one and that when sexy smut time happens😉😏

Baby Fever

Paring: Gojo & Geto x reader

words: 1,4

warnings: smut

summary: You're babysitting a friend's baby, and they can't stop thinking about what you'd look like with their little copies. So they decide to make these babies.

"(y/n), Why a baby?" Satoru asked you, watching you enter the house with a small pink baby carrier with a small sleeping baby inside.

"Huh? Oh, she is my friend's daughter. Neither he nor his wife could stay home with her so they asked me if I could take her for a few hours before they got back." You said as you set the carrier on the floor to rest.

"They will play and you will take care of their child? It's not fair and you know it." Suguru added, standing next to his best friend with his arms crossed over his chest.

"It's not like that!" You said hastily. "Their parents had an accident and were hospitalized. No one knows if they'll be okay."

"Accident? Did they fall off the curb? Come on, we had other plans..." Gojo moaned.

"While they were walking along the sidewalk, a car drove into a group of people, including them." you said seriously.

"It changes things. But that doesn't mean we didn't have other plans."

"Satoru, I'm sorry. It's only a few hours, I promise. Try to think about the positives."

"About the positives?" Geto muttered with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. You can learn how to handle a baby."

"I don't know what you're getting at, honey, but if you want us to learn, it's better on our own children. Although, if you want us to do something wrong, go ahead. We can do it." The dark haired man walked away, returning to his work he was doing.

"Satoru?" You turned to the man standing in front of you. "Are you going to say the same? That you will learn from your children?"

"Noo... I won't say the same. All I can say is that we must first have our children to learn. So if you want to open a baby factory, go to the bedroom. You'll get a place of honor." He gave you a cocky smirk.

Ignoring his advances, you followed the little baby to the living room, where you let the baby sleep.

Once you made sure everything was okay, you went to the bathroom to wash away the rest of your work fatigue.

In front of the child who was on the couch, Gojo was crouching, watching the soft features of the baby's face.

"What are you doing?" Geto asked, entering the living room, and set his mug down on the windowsill as he was about to go out onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

"Don't you think a baby with white hair and eyes like mine would look cool?" he asked, watching the baby move slightly.. "Even if it's not my child, it's a good example to imagine what our own would look like."

"I don't believe my ears. This Satoru is thinking about what his child would look like." he laughed, tapping his pack of cigarettes against the windowsill before he pulled one out and held it in his mouth. "I don't think I can smoke around a baby. And you shouldn't look at her with those eyes."

"You smoke quite a bit for you. You shouldn't smoke anyway. It stinks... And besides, what do you have against my eyes?"

"Like how sometimes they look like they're glowing, and you're always looking at (y/n) pleadingly and innocently for her to succumb to something. Small children have quite large eyes, so I don't want to feel watched every time the child is awake."

"I'll ask again, what do you have against my eyes?"

"Nothing. I just don't think I need another you." He said and walked out, opening the balcony door ajar.

"I know you love my eyes!" shouted the white-haired man with a cocky smile.

"Not at all!"

"Yeah, sure! This is love for me!"

Geto came inside for a moment with an angry face.

"I'm only here with you because we're with (y/n)." he growled and walked away.

"Yeah... But I know you still love me, best friend~!" He stuck his tongue out as he continued to joke.

You heard their "fight" and silently laughed.

And as you dressed in your home and comfortable clothes, you left for the living room, knowing that it was probably time to feed your friend's baby.

As soon as you got there, you heard your boys arguing about whose kid was better to talk.

If you had to say, you can't choose. All children would be so very cute with them. A baby looking like them would be so cute.

You took the baby as soon as she opened her eyes and you sat on the couch with her in your arms, handing her a bottle of warm milk.

They disappeared into the kitchen, pretending to prepare something to eat.

In fact, they were both bustling around there, watching you gently feed the baby. They imagined you breastfeeding their babies. Two tiny copies of them that suck the sweet juice out of you as their food.

A bit unfair that your tits will belong to two babies and not them, but they would be able to give it to them for a while.

Because seeing you round with their children would be so wonderful.

You would be so well suited to be the mother of their children.

You are so caring and loving to them, so you would be the same to their children.

Two hours later, where the infant was sleeping, her father came to fetch her. And thanking you, he left.

As you closed the door, two men immediately appeared behind you, with strange smiles.

"(y/n)-chan~, would you like to have a baby at home~?" Suguru asked with a slight smile.

"Mochi~ want one or two~?" Satoru gave you a wide, toothy smile.

"It would be nice to have one. But I'm not sure I'd be good enough as a mother." You said with a small smile.

Their hands appeared on your body.

"Don't worry. You'd be a great mother~." Geto said in your ear, making you tremble as Satoru's hands began to undress you.

You were lying on the bed holding the sheets tightly under you. Your body was in the mating press position. With Suguru's cock digging deep into your pussy, and Satoru's cock fucking your mouth.

Saliva ran down your chin.

Your legs were bent which would have been painful if you hadn't gotten used to being laid that way with these two.

Well, they were serious when they said you would carry their babies. Even the name of this position talks about making babies.

You were surprised that Suguru go first. With Satoru being so jealous sometimes you can't win.

But you knew there was a hidden agenda behind it.

"Aaah... Don't you think it's time to have an even playing field in getting her pregnant?" Satoru asked, sweat trickling down his neck as he moved his hips shallowly, pushing his length into your cheeks.

"You think she's stretched enough already?"

"You were supposed to take care of that. You're the one who has a slightly thicker dick. But that also means your dick is a bit shorter than mine." He chuckled, pulling the tip out of your mouth.

"Are you starting to compare our dicks again? What matters is that it's beyond the endurance of the body (y/n)." He smiled as he looked at your red face covered in saliva and small tears.

"Okay. Pick her up."

Suguru's hands lifted your body, and he pulled his cock out of you.

He sat you down at Satoru's length and placed you on his chest as the white haired man made you relax.

He started inserting the tip into you while massaging your clit.

They both felt they were about to come because of the pressure they felt inside you.

"Suguru, fucking hurry up..." Gojo growled through clenched teeth before throwing his head back, stopping himself from cumming.

Along with your orgasm by touching your clitoris, Geto pushed all the way in with a new wave of your wetness, and they started painting your insides white.

Stirring their sperm in your womb. In such a way that they both had 100% certainty that one of them would definitely be the father of your child.

How they wish it was possible for both of them to be fathers of your children at the same time.

As they pulled out of you, Satoru quickly grabbed your legs, pressing them against your chest, and held it like that before Suguru pulled a metal plug out of the cupboard and slowly pushed it into your filled pussy.

"I believe you'll be able to fall asleep with it in you, baby. Because it's to make sure nothing comes out of you, and you'll be lovely round with our kids."

[elvishdemigod]

So I know in actual myth that Zagreus is considered the god of Rebirth due to how Dionysus came to be, and some say game Zag may be the god of Blood.

Personally, I think he'd be the god of Reuinions.

Reuniting with his mom. Reuniting with Than and Meg Reuniting his parents. Reuniting Orpheus and Eurydice Reuniting Achilles and Patroclus Reuniting all of his family

And there's no better reunion than death, where you can spend eternity with those you had loved in life. So there's that connection, too.

There's also him being very much more considerate and caring than most gods. Still has his flaws, but he does care.

Kind of links with In The Blood, too, especially if we still consider he'd be a god of blood. Like the line "Home is not where you live, but who cares when you're gone, they'll follow you to the beyond."

So I'm putting my foot down on the idea that Zagreus could be a god of Reunions. And we shall see if that can come into affect in Hades 2

[gracies-baby]

hey!! could you write somewhere where gracie and y/n are together but have to keep it secret from everyone? and y/n gets super upset since it's gone on for so long and gracie keeps promising her that they'll be able to go public super soon but she always breaks that promise.

i love your writing and would appreciate it a lot but no pressure! thanks!!!

The Secret of Us

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"Y/n, I'm sorry but I just can't right now! It's not the right time!" Gracie exclaims, exhausted by the conversation.

"It's never the right time, is it? You've been saying we'll go public for like a year now Gracie! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of seeing these stupid articles about you and whatever friend you're supposedly dating now! I can't do this if you don't stop keeping me a secret!" Y/n yells, tears running down her face as she glares at the brunette.

"We'll do it soon, I promise. Everything's just so chaotic right now, but I'll tell everyone soon, okay? Everything's gonna be okay baby. I promise" Gracie replies as she pulls the shorter girl in for a hug, letting her cry into her shoulder. A few hours later, Gracie leaves her sleeping girlfriend in bed while she goes to the living room.

"Gracie, you need to do something about this. It's not fair on her. If you don't fix this, she will leave you. For good reason" Audrey tells her roommate as she sits on the couch after hearing the other girl's argument.

"I can't Audrey. As soon as I tell everyone, they're all gonna be in my business. Y/n won't even be able to go for a walk without people following her around and asking questions. I won't do that to her" Gracie replies, sitting on the couch with her face in her hands.

"Gracie, she wants you. She doesn't care about all that other shit. She just wants you. You say you love her but you won't do the one thing she asks? Fix it Gracie" Audrey scolds before going to her room, leaving Gracie with her thoughts.

--

"So, there's been some rumors going around about you and a certain actress. Can I ask how true they are?" Jimmy asks the brunette during their interview causing Gracie to chuckle.

"Not true at all. We're just friends" Gracie tells the man as he nods.

"Well, is there anyone else on the horizon? Anyone caught your interest?"

"No, it's just me and Weenie right now but if anything happens, you'll be the first to know" Gracie jokes as the two of them laugh. An hour later, the interview is finishes and Gracie goes to meet her girlfriend out the back.

"Hey babe, ready to go?" The brunette asks with a smile as she goes to take Y/n's hand, only for the shorter girl to snatch it back and go to the car, leaving the brunette confused.

"Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?" Gracie asks as she drives, breaking the silence that had been going on for the last 15 minutes.

"Just take me home"

"Home? You mean to our place, right?" She asks nervously.

"No. To my place. I need to be alone right now"

"Y/n, come on, what's wrong? What did I do?" Gracie asks as she puts a hand on her girlfriends' thigh.

"That was the perfect opportunity for you to tell people about us and you still didn't do it! I can't do this anymore Gracie! I can't be with someone who's ashamed of me!" Y/n yells as she pushes the brunette's hand away.

"I'm not ashamed of you! I just- if everyone knows about us then what do we have left? They would just change everything!"

"We would have a future, Gracie! I'm done. I'm done with you, Gracie" Y/n mumbles just as Gracie pulls into her driveway. She storms out of the car, not looking back. Gracie sits in the car for a few minutes, tears streaming down her face before she starts the car again, driving to her parents' house.

"What's wrong? Gracie? What happened?" Katie asks when her daughter walks into the house, eyes red from crying.

"She broke up with me. Y/n's gone mom. I lost her" She cries into her mother's shoulder, Katie rubbing her back. A few minutes later, Katie guides her daughter to the couch, so they have a place to sit down and talk.

"What happened?"

"Um, we had been fighting a bit lately about me not telling the public about her. And I guess she just had enough. I can't blame her. I just- if everyone knew then they would just want to take her from me. They would talk about her online and I know how hard that can be. I don't want her to have to deal with that"

"Gracie, I'm not accepting anyone other than Y/n as my daughter-in-law. You need to fix this. Yes, things will be different when people know but that doesn't mean it'll be bad. Don't you want to be able to take her out on proper dates?" 

"Of course I want that. But she made it pretty clear that she's done with me. I fucked up" Gracie sighs sadly as she throws her head back against the couch cushion.

"Maybe not. You have a show in a few days, don't you?"

--

After Gracie finishes playing mess it up, she puts her guitar down before walking up to the microphone.

"So, I've got a secret to tell you guys. I'm sure you've all seen the rumors about me and my friend. But they're not true. At all. Actually, I've been keeping something from you all for a year now. I'm in love. I fell in love with the best, most perfect girl in the world but I fucked it up a little bit. We're not together anymore. I was a bit selfish and kept her a secret from all of you and I regret that more than anything. But Y/n, if you're hearing this somehow, I promise I won't keep you a secret anymore. Actually, there's one more secret I have for all of you. My new album, Deep in Love, comes out in a few months and it's filled with songs I've written this past year about my relationship. Thank you all so much for listening to this and thank you for coming tonight. I love you all so much" Gracie waves to the crowd before walking off stage only to see her ex-girlfriend backstage.

"I heard you, Gracie. Thank you. I love you so much" Y/n says with a wide grin as Gracie smiles back before pulling her in for a big kiss, both of them smiling into it.

[lords-of-mayhem]

Lords Of Chaos characters as Fall Out Boy songs <3

Pelle // Heaven, Iowa

I've unspooled on the floor, I feel so A Star Is Born. Kiss my cheek, baby, please. Would you read my eulogy?

I will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me. Tell me, when the party ends, will you still love who I am?

Scar-crossed lovers forever, I'm checking myself out forever. I'm saving this all for later. Scar-crossed lovers, here we are, untouched forever.

They don't know how much they'll miss, at least until you're gone like this. Talking to the mirror, say, "save your breath. Half your life, you've been hooked on death." Twice the dreams, but half the love. Be careful what you bottle up. The chemistry is a mess, it seems. But me, I'm still a sunbeam.

I closed my eyes inside of your darkness and found your glow.

Faust // Alone Together

Cut me off, I lost my track. It's not my fault, I'm a maniac. It's not funny anymore, no, it's not.

My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken. Do you wanna feel beautiful? I'm outside the door, invite me in so we can go back and play pretend.

I'm on deck, yeah, I'm up next. Tonight, I'm high as a private jet.

I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul? I don't know where I'm going, but I don't think I'm coming home. And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead. This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end.

Let's be alone together, we could stay young forever. Scream it from the top of your lungs.

Occultus // Young And Menace

We've gone way too fast for way too long and we were never supposed to make it half this far.

And I lived so much life, lived so much life. I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice, kill me twice like my name was Nikki Sixx.

Woke up on the wrong side of reality and there's a madness that's just coursing right through me. Not sure I'm there yet, but I'm certain I've arrived.

I forgot what I was losing my mind about, I only wrote this down to make you press rewind and send a message: I was young and a menace.

Varg // Save Rock And Roll

I need more dreams and less life, and I need that dark in a little more light. I cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you! You can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.

You are what you love, not who loves you. In a world full of the word 'yes', I'm here to scream: no, no!

Wherever I go, trouble seems to follow. I only plugged in to save rock and roll.

Blood brothers in desperation, an oath of silence for the voice of our generation. Well, how'd it get to be only me? Like I'm the last damn kid still kicking that still believes.

I will defend the faith, going down swinging, I will save the songs that we can't stop singing.

Hellhammer // I Don't Care

Say my name and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same. Let the leaves fall off in the summer and let December glow in flames.

These friends, they don't love you. They just love the hotel suites now. I don't care what you think as long as it's about me, the best of us can find happiness in misery.

Take a chance, let your body get a tolerance. I'm not a chance, put a heat wave in your pants. Pull a breath like another cigarette, pawnshop heart trading up.

On the oracle in my chest. Sweat it out, shut your mouth. Free love on the streets, but in the alley, it ain't that cheap.

Blackthorn // What A Time To Be Alive

"That's the way, the world, it used to be before our dreams started bursting at the seams."

We're out here and we're ready, we're here and we're ready to livestream the apocalypse. I don't care if it's pretty, the view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship.

'Cause everything is lit except my serotonin, yeah. Everything is lit but my lightning bolt brain.

But baby, please, I just need someone to hold me even though you don't even know me. Oh, I'm going neon in the night time. Oh, what a time to be alive.

They say that I should try meditation, but I don't want to be alone with my own thoughts.

When I said, "leave me alone" this isn't quite what I meant. I got the quarantine blues, bad news, what's left? So, it seems the vulture's getting too full to fly. Oh, what a time to be alive.

Øystein // I Am My Own Muse

Here I am, not sure you should take a chance. I like playing dumb, letting you figure me out. But I was faded in my own defense, so drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about.

Smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars. Oh, got to throw this year away, we got to throw this away like a bad luck charm.

Trumpets bring the angels, but they never came and no one let them in 'cause they didn't know my name. I know I keep my feelings so tucked away, just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart. So, drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about.

So, let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again like we did last summer. I'm just trying to keep it together, but it gets a little harder when it never gets better.

Necrobutcher // America's Suitehearts

You could've knocked me out with a feather. I know you've heard this all before, but we're just hell's neighbors. Why, why, why won't the world revolve around me?

Build my dreams, trees grow all over the streets, but I don't know much about classic cars. But I've got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke.

Media, please. Let's hear it for America's suitehearts! But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins.

You can bow and pretend that you don't, don't know you're a legend. Time, time, time hasn't told anyone else yet. Let my love loose again. Oh, I don't know much about classic cars, but I've got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke.

Fenriz // 7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)

I'm sleeping my way out of this one with anyone who will lie down. I'll be stuck fixated on one star when the world is crashing down.

I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type, but you've got me looking in through blinds. I'm sitting out dances on the wall, trying to forget everything that isn't you. I'm not going home alone 'cause I don't do too well.

The only thing worse than not knowing is you thinking that I don't know. I'm having another episode, I just need a stronger dose. I keep telling myself, I'm not the desperate type.

But you've got me looking in through blinds.

Manheim // 27

If home is where the heart is then we're all just fucked. I can't remember and I want it so bad, I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins. I can't remember the good old days.

And it's kind of funny, the way we're wearing anchors on our shirts when being anchored aboard just feels like a curse.

My mind is a safe and if I keep it then we all get rich. My body is an orphanage, we take everyone in. Doing lines of dust and sweat off last night's stage just to feel like you.

The milligrams in my head, burning tobacco in the wind, chasing the direction you went.

You're a bottled star, the planets align just like Mars. You shine in the sky. Are all the good times getting gone? They come and go. I've got a lot of friends who are stars, but some are just black holes.

Attila // Dead On Arrival

Hope this is the last time 'cause I'd never say no to you. This conversation's been dead on arrival and there's no way to talk to you.

A rivalry goes so deep between me and this loss of sleep over you. This is side one, flip me over. I know I'm not your favorite record. The songs you grow to like never stick at first. So I'm writing you a chorus and here is your verse.

No, it's not the last time 'cause I'd never say no to you. The conversation's still dead on arrival and there's no way to talk to you when you're dead on.

Ann-Marit // 20 Dollar Nose Bleed

Have you ever wanted to disappear and join a monastery, go out and preach on Manic Street? Who will I be when I wake up next to a stranger on a passenger plane?

Permanent jet lag, please take me back. The mad key's tripping, singing vows before we exchange smoke rings.

Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine. But don't let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam.

The same war his dad rehearsed came back with flags on coffins and said, "we won, oh, we won."

Only one book really matters, the rest of the proof is on the television. It's not me, it's you. Actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me. Untie the balloons from around my neck and ground me.

I'm just a racehorse on the track, send me back to the glue factory. Always thought I'd float away and never come back, but I've got enough miles on my card to fly the boys home on my own. But you know me: I like being all alone and keeping you all alone.

The charts are boring and the kids are snoring, and my ego's in a sling. You say you're not listening and I said I'm wishing.

Metalion // Champion

Champion, champion. I'm calling you from the future to let you know we've made a mistake. And there's a fog from the past that's giving me, giving me such a headache.

And I'm back with a madness, I'm a champion of the people who don't believe in champions. I got nothing but dreams inside, I got nothing but dreams.

I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe. But young enough not to know what to believe in.

If I can live through this, I can do anything. I got rage every day on the inside, the only thing I do is sit around and kill time. I'm trying to blow out the pilot light, I'm trying to blow out the light.

I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe. But just young enough not to know what to believe in.

[rhyssands]

june 08 - (do you think you're) better off alone

prompt: postcard rating: wordcount: 1,479 characters: Flowey warnings: fear of abandonment; loneliness prompt from this post, read it on ao3 here

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When Frisk went to college, they left the country entirely.

Some 'exchange program' or something that got set up between a couple of foreign countries and the Monster Embassy. He doesn't know the full details, he wasn't really listening when Dad was explaining the whole concept to Frisk. It didn't pertain to him, so it didn't matter.

Now he wishes he'd listened so he at least knew where his stupid sibling is right now without having to ask about it.

Instead, all he knows is that they're overseas somewhere with Chara and MK and a couple of the Snowdin bunnies until winter. They left a little over a month ago. That means about three and a half months until they come home.

A few years ago, he'd have pretended it didn't bother him even remotely.

Hell, he may not have even had to pretend, back when he first came to the Surface at Frisk's insistence. He didn't feel much, back then, only extremes. Usually he was numb. Maybe bored. It wouldn't have bothered him, then, if they left and never came back at all. It still shouldn't bother him now, it shouldn't matter. They're just some stupid human kid who ended up happy and privileged and able to attend classes in Italy or whatever for a few semesters of their college career.

He shouldn't care about them at all to begin with.

But he does. And even if he won't admit it out loud, he misses them.

He misses them a lot.

It's honestly kind of pathetic, how much it tears him up that they're overseas instead of at home with him. It's pathetic that he cares about them so much, that he misses them so much, that he's so fucking scared they aren't going to come back. There's a part of him, a very small but very vocal part that's still Asriel no matter how hard he tries to kill it, that has a lot of really pathetic and really complicated feelings about this situation.

(He's so happy for them. They seemed so happy when they found out they could study abroad.)

(He's terrified that they won't come back, that they've decided they like it better wherever they are now. He's scared they'll just take Chara away from him again and stay gone.)

(He's lonely and sad because they're not here.)

Despite all his verbal insistence to the contrary, Flowey doesn't like being alone. He's had enough so-called 'alone time' to last him several lifetimes, he does what he can to keep someone nearby to remind him that he's alive, to talk to. And his distaste for being by himself is only a discomfort he feels more keenly knowing that Frisk and Chara left willingly. Knowing that they chose to leave him here alone.

(It's pathetic. It's total nonsense.)

(The worst part is having to live with the fact that if either of them had known how completely terrifying this is for him they never would have left.)

(Frisk would put their dreams on hold for him and he knows it and that scares him a great deal more than almost anything else they could ever possibly do.)

There's a part of him, small and quiet but insidious and convincing as can be, that says Frisk isn't going to come back. It says that they never cared about him, not really, because why would they? It says that they'll stay in Spain or Rome or England or wherever they are rather than come back here to deal with a stupid talking flower that can't even tell them he cares about them.

He jerks himself out of his thoughts when he hears the front door open.

These days, they all live in one house again — neither Mom nor Dad wears their rings, and they don't sleep in the same room, but they can tolerate each other enough to live in the same house. Frisk has all but refused to move out up until their chance to leave the country completely. And, admittedly, Flowey would follow Frisk almost anywhere if they'd let him, so he's here, too.

(Maybe he should have asked them to take him along.)

"Flowey!" Mom's voice calls. There's the sound of papers shuffling, the door closing. She meanders into the living room where he's sunning himself in the large bay window seat, sorting mail. "You have mail, my son."

She doesn't slip and call him Asriel anymore, not unless she's really emotional. Neither does dad. Still, hearing her still refer to him as her son despite having had it proven time and time again that Flowey isn't Asriel anymore, not really, can be both painful and heartening at times... Like now, for instance.

He raises a brow, but doesn't bother asking who in the world would bother sending a talking flower mail.

Mom sets a sealed envelope that looks two seconds from bursting open and two postcards on the cushion next to him. If she were Chara or Frisk, he may tolerate her opening the mail for him and reading it to him, but as it stands...

Well, she just doesn't get those rights.

Not yet, at least.

Maybe one day, set in some nebulous future after he's possibly gotten his mind right after a hundred years and some change of not really even being entirely sure who he is.

He snakes a vine out of his pot and snatches up the postcards.

One has the shape of the country of Spain on one side, and text that reads 'Greetings from Spain!' in a fancy cursive font. The other has an admittedly pretty, scenic photo of a Spanish coastline on its front, with no text.

The back of the first one has Frisk's blocky handwriting on it. It says, 'Heya, Flowey! Hope mom isn't driving you batty without me around for her to fret over directly. Spain has been awesome, but I can't wait to come home for the winter. Love and miss you tons! -Frisk'

He's not expecting the relief he feels reading it, but he's not going to go looking gift horses in their mouths. He just lets himself relax a little, possibly for the first time in a month, and sets the card aside. Mom has already meandered away to her chair, where she's perusing her own stack of mail, so he can take a minute to smile to himself.

Frisk misses him.

(Stupid. Of course they miss him.)

(They haven't made a secret of the fact they care about him. At this point, it's probably a pretty low blow for him to expect them to abandon him.)

He turns the second card over and blinks at it. Unlike Frisk's tidy little message, this one is covered in Chara's messy scrawl.

'Hi Azzy. With any luck you aren't going half as crazy being stuck an ocean's width away from me as I am being stuck an ocean's width away from you. I always wanted to travel when I was alive, and I'm glad I got to come along with Frisk to study abroad in Spain, but it's not the same without you being here. I'm trying really hard not to bum Frisk out with my moping, although it's hard telling if I'm managing or not. December seems so far away.'

'But that's enough of me complaining! Spain has been great, and since you aren't here to experience it with us I've decided I'll journal it all and send it to you whenever we send out letters home. Lots of love (and noogies). -C'

It's a poor substitute for actually being there, but Flowey plucks up the sealed envelope with embarrassing speed, slicing the top flap open with the delicate tip of a thorn and withdrawing the bulging stack of folded papers eagerly. The whole stack seems to be covered from top to bottom in Chara's messy handwriting, front and back.

He makes a mental note to heckle them over sending him a freaking novel about their experiences.

... Still, it settles something uneasy in him to know that Chara won't spare him any ugly details. If something bad happened, they'll have written it down. If he reads this, he'll know exactly what his siblings have been up to on a day to day basis.

That's good enough for him.

He settles in to start reading, holding the stack of papers up with two of his vines in front of his face there in the sun.

He'll probably end up writing a pretty verbose letter in reply, if he's honest. (He tries to be honest, these days. He really does.) He may not get as deep into the emotional details as Chara probably did, and he hasn't done a whole lot worthy of chronicling, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have anything to say.

He'll have plenty to say once he's done reading, he's certain.

[lightvsdark18]

Vacation in The Human World 3.1

Followed LovesOfLauryn and Lavi Alraune's playthrough

"I've been good, and you?"

"The brothers would be happy to hear that, though they've probably kick my ass if they found out about my lack of sleep. You're killing me, Solomon."

Solomon ask them to meet an acquaintance of his (instead of doing a babysitting job.)

Freezes, slowly closes the door, then process who they just saw.

(Satan's shirt looks like a bowling shirt)

"What the fuck?" (Doesn't use the pacts on them.) "What are you guys doing here?"

"Where is Mammon anyway?"

You couldn't behave for me, you had to do something bad immediately when you got here.

"Excuse you, the human? I see how it is." Crosses arms.

Stands up on something and cuts the rope with their pocket knife. Then hugs him.

"This looks exactly like your actual bathroom in the House of Lamentation."

"Are the two doing well?"

Pats his head, then hugs him after teasing him.

Milady is going to use the theater often.

"Last weekend? Were you seven in the human for a whole week and just now invited me over? Hmph, I see how it is." Turns their back to him and pouts.

Smugly smiles. "Meow for me."

"Adventure."

"What happened in the kitchen?"

Milady will definitely use the pool.

"How's Henry? Is he here with you?"

"Yeah."

Pokes his cheek. "Nerd."

"I guess so."

"If they don't want me to listen, then they shouldn't be so loud." >:3

"Smells musky in here... and like someone dumped perfume on the carpet."

Gently smacks his cheek.

"Where did you and Beel go today?"

Chuckles. "No, Belphie, the truck sells normal ice cream. The music you heard is the trunk's theme song and let's people know it's in the area."

"Why am I in your arms?"

"Uhh." Because of their busy schedule with working and studying, they have been forgetting to eat or snacks instead of having a meal.

Waits patiently and looks around the twins' bedroom.

Kinda figured the brothers were planning a party for them.

"I don't trust the cooking. I'm joking, I'm just deciding on what to grab."

"My mom actually made it when I was still living with her. I made it a few times as well. Not bad, Lucifer."

Looks at him suspiciously. "I'm good, and also wouldn't your brothers notice we're gone?"

"They won't if we sneak away right now. They're too distracted by Beel wolfing down that entire ultra-spicy fire cake."

Looks at Beel. "Holy shit, no I want to watch this."

The plan was spending their winter break with Milady, but finding a place to stay was difficult and had to wait until their summer break. A year long wait to see them again and only staying for three months.

(Boy!)

Slides over sunglasses to Satan.

"Like what?"

"? Who said I'm doing chores?"

"You're staying here too, Kate. Therefore, you have to take care of the house as well."

"But I don't have to stay here. If you guys want me to live with you until you go home, then I'm not taking care of your house."

They'll do their own laundry and cook if they're not busy that day.

When things started getting summoned, they ran out of the house.

(I can wake up the second before someone opens the door and enters my room.) Milady just lies there before rolling over to look at them, then question why are they doing in their room. They continue to lie there as the brothers enter the room, annoyance on their face. (Lucifer is the only person who knocked before entering! Also, don't watch me sleep, that's creepy.)

Lightly smacks Mammon's cheek.

"What kind of issues?" Holds his hand.

Raises a brow at the butcher, but doesn't say anything because the advice is a good one for any relationship.

"I would think so."

"Yeah, I'm getting hungry."

They're not going to complain about free pizza.

"No, unless you're a regular customer here, you can't say "the usual" because you don't have a usual."

"But that's what everyone always says in The Twilight of a Great Family."

"Because that's a TV show, the character is probably a regular so the waiters know what they want when they say "the usual." You have to pick something from the menu."

After ordering a third time, tells them to stop and explains, "you'll make them suspicious of you, and they'll probably throw you out."

"It's a slow process."

"I have a feeling Lucifer is going to kill you for abandoning him to Solomon."

"I'll go to the bookstore with you, Mr. Meow Meow." Satan gets flustered at the nickname as his brothers tease him.

"Eh, it's fine. If we can see the checkout sign, then we can find the exit."

Pinches his cheek.

Milady bought two books.

Glares at Solomon. "Sorry, I'm not hungry." Lucifer walks in and "invites" them for some tea and sandwiches. "Um, sorry, I got work to do." But drags them in as well.

(I'm the type of person who will gag if I don't like something.) Milady would slip the tea and find it terrible as well, then Mammon starts trying to make them eat the awful food before they pass out from nausea. Solomon feels bad.

"What do you mean? Why am I in the Demon Lord's Castle?"

"It'll be better than the one I had earlier."

"When you do visit, just let me know so I can work as a guide in a way."

"Hmm, maybe?"

"I know how that feels, but stay determined. If you can get through your work, then you can visit me and the human world. I can even show you my business."

"You have a business?"

"Yeah, a small one. I can show you what I make and how I run it."

"Lord Diavolo, you don't have to you send me away right now, you can make Lucifer wait. He dragged me into an awful afternoon tea with Solomon, so he can wait patiently as I have a proper one."

Makes a confused face at Satan.

"Hopefully he can get a good chuck of his work done so he can visit the human world."

"I have to check my planner first. I'm a busy woman."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

They're using Asmo's bathroom, not going to share a bathroom with six men. However, did make a few rules if they're both using it.

"Did they go out already?"

Damn Solomon, he's slowly killing everyone.

"Seems like it. Want to go out for breakfast?"

"I know another cafe we can go for breakfast. Let's quickly eat before getting the medicine. Hopefully it helps your brothers."

"Can I see it?" Sounding like they're interested in it. Then slip it into their purse.

"Hey! How are we going to buy medicine now!?"

"I can pay for it, don't worry about it."

He accidental says the newlywed part. They let it slide this once.

The butcher is confused. "Him and his brothers are my friends and they're visiting me for their summer break. I'm staying at their place until they go home and the man I was with yesterday is one of his brothers."

He is trying to see them as just a friend, but the hope they would fall for him is still there. He quickly switched the conversation to the human world.

"Really?" They just frown at his explanation.

Baby! Hugs their son. (Mammon, stop, let me hold my son.)

"What brings you two to the human world?"

"And the cafe?"

(But you already made me fall for you, Simeon)

(Luke is the secret weapon of mass destruction)

The two got coffee/tea and dessert.

"You could tell people the rumor is a lie or just wait it out, I don't think it would blow your cover. But if you're that worried, then I'll try to help."

Crosses arms and stares at him with that look. "I can't order you around? Are you sure about that?"

"Good job, Mammon."

"I don't see a problem with that plan."

"I know what you and Patricia were doing last night..."

"I can't continue this relationship with you after you betrayed me like that..."

You don't want to see me with other men? Got it, I'll just date women and non-binary people.

The brothers have been able to see them as a friend/sister with some slip ups, expect for Mammon. He was the first one to fall for them and had a crush on them for three years, so he's having a difficult time not seeing them as a possible partner.

Damn Simeon, calm down.

(Satan, stop being a brat)

"Want to try breaking up again?"

"Oh, trust me, I haven't show you my demonic side."

"Feeling better? If so, help us out."

"Satan, I'm going to smack you."

"Simeon, calm down. I can pretend a breakup with Satan or Beel if you're going to be like this."

Flicks his forehead.

"Beel." Slides their sandwich back towards them.

"Diamond, what is Michael like?"

"Uh oh, there's a water leak. What's the room above us?"

It's tea, not a coffee drinker. "It's really good."

"What's your thoughts on the human world?"

"Maybe he's dealing with something and that's why, but I don't think it's anything you need to worry about. It's probably dealing with the relations between humans and angels."

"We should turn it off."

"You can go when you feel better. Though, there's a chance you will be put to work."

Milady just falls over and gets caught by Asmo.

"Wh-What? Where am I?"

"Where? Where else, silly? You're in the Celestial Realm, of course. What's your name?"

"Uh, Kate."

"Uh, I don't really have a opinion on parties."

They're wearing a white dress. (That's just what I see)

"Are you sure I can have them?"

Surprise. "Who said I was a human?"

Really?

"Playing chess with the army isn't "innocent fun."

Looking around in wonder and staying silent unless the brothers ask them a question like if they know any angels which they answer, "I don't know anyone."

Doesn't open the door.

Gets sad at Angel Levi insulting himself, but stays quiet the whole time... Glares at Mammon.

Uh oh.

"I-I'm Kate, I got lost and they, um."

"I'm worried about him."

"Beel, kick down the door."

"I don't like using it, but STAAAY!"

(They didn't really do anything that will have an effect on them, so would Milady still have an eye kept on them?)

"Yeah, I think I had a weird dream, but I can't remember."

(The curse bit you on the ass, didn't it, Lucy?)

"Hm? We have a meeting with Solomon?"

"Sorcerers' Society?"

"What did you do?"

Slaps their left hand down.

"Why are you binding him?"

"He's so cute."

"I mean, I could keep him at my place."

"No, you have to face his brothers."

"Damn it."

"Hey, be nice to Luke." Pokey pokey.

"He loves his family very much, and would give his life to protect them. What else is there?"

The three left in the morning and return when it's nighttime. Screwing them over last minute, Solomon.

"I mean, I kinda have to."

"Well, yeah, but he's a hard ass so they have to bully him at every chance given."

Lucifer is sitting on their hand, then has their hand wrap around his chest and holds him close as the both get suck into the portal.

"Are you okay? I'm not squeezing you too hard, right?"

"I'm okay, Kate. You can sit me on your hand again."

"A location in Levi's game?"

"No, not really."

"Beat you up?"

Ask someone for advice.

(Lucy, as your master, put on the fairy outfit.)

Haggle with No. 2.

"If we do this, you'll give us the armor for free or you will never see your money again."

Cuts the pieces smaller. "No."

"I believe no. Honestly, I see him as an angsty teenager when Lucifer is involved."

"Are you worried?"

Leans against Beel.

"Beel, you know my opinion on fish, right?"

"Umm, right... But maybe the fishes is delicious and you wouldn't mind it, maybe even like it."

Sits by themself... with Lucy.

Flee. "Beel, attack!"

Squints at the outfit. "Cough up the money you stole, or Beel will kick your ass."

Holds Lucifer by the chest again to keep him from flying towards Mammon.

"It looks good."

(Solomon, you a hoe)

"Do you have to punish him?" "But yet, he still causes trouble."

"What are you doing, Beel?"

"..."

Their arm is getting tired from holding Lucy the whole time.

Stands a good distance away. "You open it, Solomon."

Hands Lucifer over to Beel and puts on cat ears. "Nyan!" with paw hands.

"... Someone get us a real cat, and fast!"

"Or I can act like a cat and rub myself on him ;)"

"Can you just pick him up and throw him off of the pathway?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"What are you doing?"

"... You have Simeon and Luke, and those in the Devildom."

"Depends on you."

(It's like the girl in Finding Nemo.)

"Satan! Stop being a dick."

"I want to be done with this."

They are fighting him instead of pointing out his bonds with his brothers.

They passed by kicking Satan's ass.

Lucy, what the fuck?

"Lucifer, get therapy."

"Yeah."

"You're putting too much pressure on me, Lucifer."

"Lord Diavolo, you could turn Lucifer small again and keep him for a day."

"! Kate! What are you-!"

"Actually, that's not a bad idea, Katelynn. I'll consider it."

"Damn, rejected him before he even showed up."

"I can't really decide that, Levi."

(They're both right)

They think about it. "Lucifer, stay!"

"His phone isn't working?"

Smacks Asmo on the back of his head.

"That's a piece of technology."

He has an Alexa.

Levi, get therapy.

"Levi, that's a speaker you use to-"

"Guys, that's a speaker you-"

"Guys."

Sighs. "Stay!"

Pinches the bridge of their nose. How the hell?

"Why didn't you call us?"

"Wait, why the hell is something like this here in the human world?"

"Three-Legged Crow group?"

"Levi..." They're so disappointed they're lost for words.

"Relax, Avatar of Envy."

"Uh, no."

Punishment room? Monokuma?

Chuckles.

Man, Beel, you better share.

"Technically, we could ask. Don't glare at me, he's the one who didn't warn us."

Slowly steals some food and starts eating.

"You're not exactly quiet."

"Not in the mood to sing?"

"Um, I don't know."

And it sucks.

Aw shit.

Levi, you're not helping.

"Um, maybe."

(That's so rude! Lucifer had some metal music going on and you just steal him before he could sing. Come on!)

What do you mean "erase button"?

Putting everyone first before himself? I don't know, Diavolo is pretty selfish at times.

(I do like the prep talk he gives Levi.) "Can you be a bit positive?"

That's some bullshit.

"But where are our friends?"

"You can do it, Levi!" (They're not a good singer, or calm enough to sing)

"And thanks to Levi."

Damn.

"What're you doing?"

Pats his head.

"I don't know, maybe it's because you're the embodiment of envy." (The dialogue would be of a brother not wanting to lose his sister, no "be mine" stuff.)

"Just for now."

"I'll be there in a moment." Pouts at Levi teasingly. "I'll be right back."

"Okay, thanks."

(Of course Lucifer still has feelings for them, and doesn't want Diavolo to come in and take them away, but he has to respect their choice if they choose Diavolo.)

"What did you want to talk about?"

"A little bit."

No surprise there. "I know you didn't do it out of malice."

"Annoyed if anything. I don't appreciate being placed in a situation like that."

"I don't think it's immature. You're stuck working in the Devildom while people you know have fun in the human world. I feel a bit lonely when I return home after spending time in the Devildom since I'm used to the brothers' shenanigans."

"I guess I can." Teasingly says.

"Are you alright, Barbatos?"

(It's like when you bring a girl over and your mom still entering your room to make sure you two aren't doing anything, that's Lucifer.)

Squints. "Were you spying on us?"

Heads inside to witness chaos.

"What are they doing?"

Oof.

"Uh, go ahead."

"It does look like it fits your aesthetic."

"I didn't know fairy rings have flowers that you can make tea of. It really is good."

"There's photos of mushrooms in a ring online, so I don't think they're extinct."

"I'm also curious about the treats."

Luke suggests finding fairy ring flowers. I guess I could use it as a break.

Helps Luke. "You really adore him."

Ouch.

Levi?

"Crowe, where would fairies be located?"

"Lucifer is responsible and would get the work done, Satan is the same. Hmm, I think that's it unless we have Asmo flirting with everyone or Beel eating everything or Belphie sleeping instead of working."

"What about Leviathan?" -Luke

"What about him?"

"Come on, he's not going to be dick like that."

"Then it's decided, we'll ask Satan."

"Satan, work at Angel's Halo for a day. That's an order." They're not using the pact or lying to him.

"Me, I'm paying for the trip even if it burns a hole in my wallet."

"What? Kate, you don't have to do that. My big brother would happy to do that for us." -Mammon

"Wrong answer." -Lucifer

"Mammon, I'm fine with paying for the trip. I may have to use some of my emergency money, but I can afford it."

"No, not really."

(Mammon literally ran in and hugged his brother while the man is showering. Imagining him high pitch screaming is hilarious)

Already eaten and dressed before marching up to his room and slapping him awake. Hands him a protein bar and drag him out of the house to the train station before it takes off.

"No arguing, train time."

"No arguing, let's find our room."

Milady bought one room for all three of them since it's only one night. Mammon is sleeping up top while Luke and Milady share the main one. The boys aren't happy being stuck in a room together.

"We're about to see fairies, or at least the special flowers. Who wouldn't be excited?"

Making a face at Mammon.

"Mammon, it's his dessert and it's his choice if he wants to share with you or not. Stop asking."

Grabs Luke's dessert and gets up. "Come on, Luke, let's eat the dessert in our room." Glares back at Mammon before walking away with Luke.

"I don't think they hate angels, they're just hurt because of what happened. Even though it has been centuries since the Great Celestial War, it's still a wound on their hearts. It's complicated, simple as that."

Wraps an arm around his shoulders and leans him against them.

Turns away from Mammon without a word. He chases after them and keeps babbling on that they had to speak, "why do you have such a stick up your ass?" "You were very rude to Luke for no reason."

"There's a difference between teasing someone and being flat out rude." There's a hint of green in their blue eyes.

"By pissing him off? Luke has done some grown, and even if he thinks the angels are always right, why does that matter to you? He grew up with the belief that angels are the righteous, staying at Devildom isn't going change that unless that way of thinking is actually questioned. But attacking him and/or forcing him to see things your ways will only prove his beliefs as true."

Elbows Mammon, hard.

Wraps an arm around Luke. "What would you like do right now?"

(Did Mc climb onto the roof or did Mammon carry them as well?) Shrugs. "I got nothing."

(Lucy embarrassing his son)

"It's just stories, nothing to worry about."

"Okay." "Thank you, Luke."

Stares shocked and confused at the House of Lamentation in the human world.

"I don't know. But regardless, we need to take shelter."

"Mammon?"

[3.2]

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

Toro, I am humble, for tonight I understand Your royal blood was never meant to decorate this sand You've suffered great injustice, so have thousands before you I offer an apology and one long overdue

Hear my song, I know I sing the truth Although we were bred to fight I reach for kindness in your heart tonight And if you can forgive, and if you can forgive Love can truly live Toro, I am frightened, but I'll use my final breath To tell you that I'm sorry, let us end this dance of death Two centuries of agony, that tore your heart with sand Here and now with my amends, this senseless killing ends

A song of apology and amends... I wonder if this is from the Mentor to Feng or the other way around. I'm guessing the former. This was a lot to put on Feng's shoulders, his Master must feel so much guilt, despite being on death's door right now...

Fearful and dying and deeply regretful, ready to at least own up to a wrong he doesn't truly feel like he can ever really make up for.

Fates weave their threads Our lives are sewn Born to a life, all, but our own We feel it inside our bones It's in the blood

Loves in your life live ever on Home is not where you live But who cares when you're gone They'll follow you to the beyond

Run all you like from the place you belong It's always there, it's in the air Your dearest kin, below the skin

A song about belonging, about inevitability, about unbreakable connection, about a home that will always be there, inside and out.

But it doesn't quite sound as happy and upbeat as I'd expect a song about that to be... hm. Almost as if being haunted by one's own love and bonds? It feels somewhat ominous, I don't think I'd go as far as to say it feels negative, though...

Somewhere between a promise and a warning? Both hopeful and contented, yet resigned, somehow?

It starts with the unexpected loss of something dear The warmth that comforted and cradled just disappears And in its place, there's nothing Just an endless, empty hole The light that showed the way is gone And darkness takes control Bitterness and anger Are quick to fill the void The path to isolation Is littered with the dreams that lay destroyed The cold Seems to grow in my soul, it's consuming me Confused And I'm losing myself in the storm Growing jaded Being pushed, being pulled, I'm unraveling

The joy That my heart used to know is eluding me Removed And the one thing I feel is alone Smile's faded And I'm spinning and sinking, I'm weakening Frozen in solitude, loneliness chills to the bone Memories escaping as my heart begins to drain Scars that cover wounds can't hide the self-inflicted pain Everything my mind wants In conflict with my heart Fighting back surrender But every day, I'm falling more apart Mirror, what's this thing I see? Who is staring back at me? A stranger to my heart has filled my mind Mirror, help me Who am I?

Oh no, is Omi having existential crises again?

Something dear was definitely lost already, we know that much. But according to this song, that's just the start and not even the half of it...

As promised for this interlude week, here's a little something special. One of two other Playlists that will be developed alongside the Masked Stranger's! So the playlists will be rotated in how they update.

This one will be about someone who's very close to the Masked Stranger, and who is a big motivation for him and what he's doing.

String Theocracy by Mili

Catch You Catch Me by Megumi Hinata

Pull The Trigger by Mayumi Fujita

Lost In Thoughts All Alone (Full Heirs of Fate Arrangement)

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hello

Can you do 26 please

Clexa

26.... in apology

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You toss your bag and coat across the expanse of the couch, because even if asked, you couldn't be paid to know where the coat room your own home is.

But you smile at the thought that they'll be gone before you're finished undressing.

Considering the household salaries you pay each year, that's the least you could ask for.

The apartment smells like fresh flowers with just a hint of rose hips and synthetic lemon, and you make a mental note to have a word with Jessica about that last part.

What's the point of surrounding yourself and your little family of three with all the luxuries life can offer if they hold the lingering stench of a Cracker Barrel discount candle?

Exactly.

You click your tongue at the first sight of your precious angel as you pass her regally sat on her queendom of scratching posts. You run an adoring finger under the silk of her chin just to feel her purr and for the life of you, you can't figure out why your wife hates this little gift from heaven here on earth.

The murmurs of "raw chicken ass devil" still make you scowl.

So ridiculous.

Because she's such a perfect baby.

Also, speaking of the singular bane and blessing of your entire existence, you note you haven't seen her anywhere. But her car was parked in its spot where it belongs, right next to yours, so you know she must be here somewhere.

And you do find her. Looking as delicious as always. Perched on the foot of your bed and staring at her phone.

Go figure.

"Hello, my love," you purr as you float into the room, shirt already half undone and feet more than ready to be out of these shoes. "You have no idea the day I've had."

You mindlessly rattle off all the complaints that had built up since you last saw her with a smile, because you live to fill her in on all the bullshit she's missed out on. You excitedly relay your thoughts on the copy girl who you're fairly certain is fucking your secretary, and the small quarrel you had with Indra over a policy change. You complain about a minute interdepartmental font change even though you know it means nothing, and laugh at your own insult about the board member you know your love's always hated... and frown when no answering laugh comes.

The belt in your hand taps the wall with an empty clank when you hang it up, forgetting the fact you're in nothing but briefs, a bra, and open button down as you step back out into the bedroom to find her exactly where you found her.

Where you left her.

You put your hands on your hips and watch her continue to stare at the black screen of her phone.

"So I told Aden I was giving him the company," you try just to see. "... And then I set the entire third floor on fire."

Nothing.

An uneasy feeling curls in your chest. Because she obviously hasn't been listening to a word you've said, doesn't even seem to have noticed you've entered the room at all and that just won't do.

Because this is your wife. Your wife who is adorably, and understandably, obsessed with you. Doting to a degree that would be annoying if she weren't so damn good at it.

You love that she loves nothing but you.

Well. You and getting spanked. Though you suppose one follows the other.

But that's beside the point.

So the fact that this woman who gets pissy just having to share your attention with your precious feline angel hasn't even noticed you is... concerning.

"Darling?"

You watch her shoulders rise as she sucks in a quick breath and looks up. Her eyes are wide and wild when they finally land on you and it's all you need to know that she really hadn't heard a word.

But you don't care because it's the rest of her face that scares the absolute shit out of you.

She's white as a ghost. Blanched and sickly, like she doesn't entirely know where she is despite being on your bed, in your bedroom, wrapped in your ancient university sweatshirt that you've long since given up hope of ever owning again.

It looks better on her anyway.

"Darling, what's the matter?" you ask with a few steps forward. "Talk to me."

You watch her swallow a thick mouthful of emotion.

"... My mom's dead."

Well.

Well...

Fuck.

... Fuck.

Fuck...

You plan everything.

You plan everything because it's safe.

Because it's safe, and you don't really give one shit what anyone else says, but your dad once taught you it's always always always better to be safe than sorry.

... For some extremely perplexing reason, images from when he helped you paint a silly solar system you didn't even need spring to your mind in that moment, and you can almost still smell his cologne...

You feel your chest clench for so many differing reasons in that moment. Things you can't begin to explain. Some you don't particularly care to.

But this isn't about you right now.

You have to, want to, focus on her.

Because you hadn't planned for this moment. Which feels so fucking stupid on your part because you know your wife has so many more emotions than she'd ever admit. You know- have known long before you were just two idiots who kissed more than made sense- that she feels so much, all the time.

"What happened?"

Blue eyes flit down to the black screen in her hands.

"Cancer," she she says in such a hollow voice.

You feel that shift within yourself.

One you haven't felt in years.

That shift that usually makes you sick to your stomach with memories.

But it's different now, here with her. With Clarke.

Because she takes care of you. Just as much as you take of her.

"How did you find out?" you try as delicately as possibly.

Those beautiful eyes you love so much look so lost as they shift up only to stare off into space just above your shoulder.

"Well," she breathes. "My sister called me."

You know your face looks stupid.

Feel your jaw hang open and eyes blowing wide and there isn't a single possibly as to whether you've retained an ounce of decorum.

"Y— Your— Your what?"

"Yeah, that's what I said," she says with a stabbing laugh that sounds more lost than anything.

You're kind of right there with her.

"You... have a sister?"

"I guess so? Madison. She said her name's Madison. She called to let me know about—... Her name's Madison... My sister... She's- She's Madison."

And you know. You know that frantic sort of head shake. Know it means she really has no idea what to do with all the conflicting feelings colliding inside of her. You can only watch as she drags a hand down her face with a mumbled, "Clarke and Madison. Christ, we sound like a white suburban street intersection."

As adorable as she is, Clarke being forced to confront feelings she hass no idea what to do with always resembles something close to a car crash.

"Apparently Abby got remarried a couple years after she—," you watch she cut off with a flustered flap of her hand. "But yeah, she remarried. And had another kid. A daughter! No less. Which is just... It's just so..."

You watch your love's eyes drop back down to the black screen being squeezed in a death grip between her palms.

"And, uh, Madison, thought I'd like to know what a great mom we had... A PTA mom? Or was? And, um, she did bake sales. I don't know, I kinda blacked out and hung up," she laughs again and you find not one bit of this any more funny than you know she does.

But this is Clarke and you know she would rather hang herself than admit when she's bothered. Have witnessed every self-induced implosion this mess of anger and emotion has put herself through since before you were ever honest about your feelings.

You move slowly to your bed because you know how suffocating it can feel when you're overwhelmed and people try to help too much all at once.

Even more so, when they don't try at all.

So you sit there beside her because she's yours and she's precious and she's everything you want to protect in your life, even when you fall short. But more than that she's... she's just... she's Clarke. She's Clarke. And if the world were to end in that moment, you'd be grateful to spend it with her, because so very little matters beyond you and her.

Certainly not some corpse rotting across country who never even appreciated this precious thing's worth.

You welcome her weight when she leans in because she'll always be the best coming home present you'll ever wish for.

You turn to see glossy blues looking so lost. Looking at you like they hope you hold the answers.

You really fucking hate that you don't.

But you kiss her. As gently as you possibly can.

Try and pour your entire heart into this kiss, and then kiss her all over again for good measure. Just as sweetly. As filled with all the love your body can hope for. So she feels your love for her, but also, selfishly, so you can just feel her.

"I'm sorry, darling," you breathe and feel her immediately bury her face against you. "I'm so sorry."

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[l-r-christian]

Putting two requests together since they are kinda the same

Title: A banshee and vampires

llulus I don't know if you take requests but I was thinking about something liks poly! mikaelson with a banshee!reader, pretty please 😭✋

Warnings: Fluff, kidnapping, over protective Mikaelson, angst, violence, A big big warning of hints of r*pe I didn't go into detail but just know it is there

Rebekah had been taken and her brothers was every angry having been tearing up the city for their sister which lead them to Marcel who was also looking Rebekah.

"All four brothers here about Rebekah?"

"Yes. what is all this?" Elijah asked walking over to a table that Davina was trying to do a locater spell. Marcel frown looking at the map then at the brothers.

"There has been kidnapping of young woman all some form of supernatural creature. Hayley had told me that a few female wolves had gone missing then as I looked into it witches told a few young witches went missing too."

"So whoever took Rebekah, took these young woman also?"

"Looks like it.

Rebekah woke up in a room and looked around seeing a fire place that was lit there was a chair near the bed she was on. Rebekah also couldn't help notice leather straps attached to the headboard and a spreader bar leaning against the bed this made her shuttered at thought of what it was used for.

"Bloody hell is this?" Rebekah muttered getting out of the bed headed for the door finding it locked then paused hearing screaming and crying of other women. Rebekah stepped back from the door as she didn't need to listen hard to know what was happening to them.

The door open and in stepped a man with a maid next to him. The man was clean shaven dressed in a suit as the maid headed for the closet.

"Have you ate?"

"No. Who are you?"

"My apologies, I'm Anderson and you have been chosen as a bride." Anderson answered eyes raking over Rebekah's body as the maid layed out a dress on the bed.

"A bride?"

"Yes, the Order is in need of brides and you are mine. The maid will ready you then take you to the ball room."

Anderson left as Rebekah glared planning to break out and possibly tear throats out but was snapped out of her thoughts when the maid made her undress. Rebekah sucked in breath hating how revealing the corset was let alone out easy it seem for some to take off the skirt of the dress.

When she arrived to the ballroom see saw more men dressed in three piece suits talking and the women looking pale, a few were bruised, a few had bandaged wrists. The women's eyes were also dull like there was no life behind them but one woman caught her eye.

She was young her neck bandaged and she looked scared as Rebekah noted the young woman must be fairly new. As much as Rebekah felt bad for the other women the vampire needed someone that was a bit more lively.

"Hello." Rebekah whispered making the woman jump looking at the blonde Original who was making sure none of the men noticed that Rebekah was talking to the woman.

"What is your name?" Rebekah asked as the woman grabbed her hand using her finger writing out her name.

"Y/N, do you know what this all is?"

'Vampiric mages....they looking for brides to bare children with powerful magic.' Y/N traced out on Rebekah's palm making the vampire frown.

"How do you know this?"

'An omen. I had a vision...they killed a person to draw me out.'

"You're a Banshee." Rebekah said now the bandages on Y/N's neck made sense so the Banshee wouldn't scream to get free.

'They don't know I can only bare children of my mate....they'll kill me.'

"Don't worry I'll get you out of here."

The Mikaelson brothers had found out just where Rebekah was being held along with the other women. The Order was a group that Elijah and Klaus had dealt with before and they swore they killed the leaders. They stepped inside the mansion the Order had seeing out lavishing everything looked mean while Marcel and his guys were finding a way in.

"These women don't look good." Kol said looking a few that looked weak Elijah noted the bandages.

"They are feeding from them but not caring for them afterwards." Elijah said as the others growled. A man stepped out dressed in a suit smiling at them as the scent of fear and hurt reached the Mikaelson men.

"Gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

"We are here for our sister." Klaus growled as Finn held him back from attacking the mage while Elijah stood straight noting that Kol had slipped into the back.

"I apologize but we don't have her." The mage lied smoothly unaware that Kol had gotten to the back.

Kol walked not liking the smell of fear that seemed to soak the air as he heard a women begging for her life. Kol looked into a room seeing two men kill a woman letting her body drop.

"We still need to find who is plotting to escape."

"We will then correct the behavior." One the mages said and Kol quickly moved to find Rebekah.

"Rebekah!"

"Kol?" Rebekah questioned seeing her brother who saw her covered in blood and peeked in the room she came from seeing a dead mage missing his thoat. Kol smirked a spark of pride fill him seeing Rebekah protect her self.

"Wait where are you going?!"

"To get our mate."

Y/N was scared as she did what Rebekah asked her to do as she stared at the dead mage on the floor. Rebekah had sneaked the Banshee a knife and told her when the mage comes to breed her to kill the mage and unlock the door. Y/N had told Rebekah the reason she was in New Orleans was because one of her omens had told her that the Originals were her mates.

"Y/N?" Rebekah called out opening the door seeing the dead mage and saw Y/N shaking in a corner holding the knife. Y/N ran to Rebekah hugging her as the vampire pressed a kiss to her temple as Kol looked at the Banshee seeing how cute she was.

"Y/N, meet Kol which means the three are here." Rebekah said when Y/N jumped hearing screams and growls. The sounds of bodies hitting the floor was heard as Klaus walked in the room.

"Kol did you find...." Klaus stopped talking seeing Rebekah smiling then noticed Y/N hiding herself in Rebekah's arms.

"Yes and it seems she has gotten herself a Banshee."

"Let's get the girls out of here."

Y/N was soon in the Mikaelson home being washed and dressed in warm clothes by Rebekah. It was just Rebekah and Y/N as the Mikaelson men was helping Marcel make sure the Order was dead. The men came home finding Rebekah asleep on the couch cuddled up to Y/N.

"Our every own Banshee."

"We have to make sure she stays safe if we are going to truly follow Rebekah's lead on this." Elijah says placing a blanket over the two sleeping girls and the men sat watching over them.

It was over time the Originals grew to adore their little Banshee as they were fiercely protective of her as one of them was always with Y/N. It took no time for Y/N to adjust to her vampire mates as she loves them just as much. Y/N nuzzled Finn's neck as the family was enjoying a quiet night in with a movie quietly in the background. Elijah was sitting in on the love seat having Rebekah falling asleep on him while Kol and Klaus was watching the movie.

"You can sleep darling." Finn whispered in Y/N's ear rubbing her back lulling her sleep as it was relaxing for once as the night wear on.

[dragon-kazansky]

House of Zemo

Based on prompts from this list

Gender neutral reader

[Masterlist]

"I will prove you wrong. Just watch."

♡♡♡

Helmut wanted to introduce you to some friends of his. He had spoken about you to them, but they refused to believe you existed and that Zemo had made you up just make himself feel better. To prove them wrong, you had him invite them over for dinner. You would show them you existed.

Your husband watches you set out the dinner table. He smirks, chuckling to himself as his eyes follow you around the room.

You hear his laughter and look up.

"What?"

"I don't think I've ever seen you put in this much effort just for dinner before," he grins.

You roll your eyes and carry in with your preparations.

"I'm trying to be the perfect spouse. Your friends needs a good impression of me."

Helmut laughs again. He walks over to where you're standing, adjusting the placements of the plates you have put out. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to kiss your temple. You lean into his touch.

"You are the perfect spouse. There is nothing to prove," he tells you.

There's a knock at the door. You brush his hands away and hurry to answer it. Your husband just shakes his head and follows you, smiling.

"Just be yourself."

"I can't. I'm weird and they'll know it."

"They won't care," he tells you. "They deal with weird."

You open the door before he can say any more. Bucky and Sam stand there, looking a little out of place. You smile.

"Nice to meet you both."

"He was telling the truth," Sam said.

"Of course I was. Come in," Helmut invites them into your home. Well, one of your homes.

Both men enter the house and you close the door. You take them through to the dining room and smile at the pair.

"Take a seat."

The three men sit down and you go and fetch dinner. While you're gone, Sam and Bucky grill into Helmut.

"They seem a lot more tame than you said they were," Sam looks at him.

Helmut chuckles, "they're trying to make an impression on you."

"Or maybe he was lying. They don't look like the badass you talk about in your wild stories," Bucky says.

"I will prove you wrong. Just watch."

Sam and James look at one another, but nod along with him. They wanted to top agent that Zemo had managed to win over. The person who apparently escaped from crazy situations, received Intel from some of the most dangerous men on the planet, and lived to tell the tale.

You return and start dishing out dinner, unaware that they had been talking about you. You sit down next to Helmut and tuck in.

The conversation from here is light and they ask you a few questions that are easy to answer, except one question leads down a path you hoped wouldn't open tonight. Not tonight.

"What do you for a living?" Bucky asks. He glances at Zemo as he asks this. Helmut doesn't give anything away, he just looks right back at Bucky.

"Uh..."

"Go on, love, tell them," Helmet reaches for your hand and smiles smugly at you. You narrow your gaze on him, not trusting the look he was giving you.

"You can just tell us you're an agent. We know," Sam states.

"Damn it!"

"Zemo told us ages ago."

"This was my one night where I could be normal and pretend I'm not some secret agent who is hiding from their past, married to a man who hurt your friends and then helped you when you broke him out of prison because of some super soldiers roaming around around," you sigh.

"You didn't have to pretend with us, we are super weird too," Bucky says, offering a small smile. "I have a metal arm, what's normal about that?"

You relax a little.

"See, my love? You fit right in," Helmut smiles fondly at you.

You smile back at him.

"I guess I do."

Dinner was less tense after that. Sam and Bucky were very friendly and made you feel much more at home among them. Though the situation itself was strange, and they were literally just here to meet you, you rather enjoyed the evening.

You wouldn't make a habit of it though.

[vdlest]

Sunset's Beauty

Characters:

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:

Now that you and Bucky are retired from being part of the Avengers, it's now time you two prioritized living your happily ever after.

Warning:

Fluff

Words:

1.3k

You watch the two most important people in your life as they play and roam around the beach as the sunsets. The wind continues to embrace your skin, your feet playfully bury themselves to the sand as your lips form a smile from watching Bucky and your son, Calix. And watching them made little flashbacks in your mind, remembering all the things you and Bucky have been through after you two retired from being part of the Avengers.

The sight of the hallway and the briefing room on your last day in the compound is still fresh in your mind, how each agent you pass by says their best wishes for you and Bucky's upcoming wedding and retirement, how Fury hugged you and thanked you for being part of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Avengers, how Sam held back his tears when he saw you and Bucky loading your bags on your car.

It wasn't an easy decision to make for you and Bucky. The two of you have been part of the Avengers for the past years of your lives and being part of it is what you two believe is the main highlight of your lives. However, your last mission made you two realized that life is too short to take everything for granted. Bucky almost lost you in the last mission, and so he promised himself, he won't take any single second for granted anymore.

So after your last day in the compound, you and Bucky planned a simple wedding. The only ones who are invited are your close family and friends. It was just a simple ceremony to share with the few people who made you two destined for each other.

And five years later, here you are, living your lives together in the best way possible you could think of.

A year after you and Bucky got married, you got pregnant and soon gave birth to a healthy baby boy. You and Bucky named him Calix, which means very handsome. Bucky would always be annoyed when people would tell both of you that Calix looks like you, but you would always tell Bucky that Calix got his eyes from him and your son's charm no doubt came from your husband.

The first few months of being parents were hard for you, especially after you gave birth but Bucky made it easier for you. He never left your side. He will always take the night shift in taking care of Calix and you. He will volunteer to change the diapers no matter what he was doing. He will carry Calix and roam him around the house just to entertain the crying baby, night and day, even though you'd see him yawn while doing it.

"Mommy!"

That angelic voice of your son made all your flashbacks disappear in thin air. You saw him running towards you, and Bucky was behind him, following his footsteps.

You opened your arms and Calix immediately hugged you, "Aww! My baby is not so baby anymore," you commented as he wrapped his arms around you.

Calix is all grown up, but to you and Bucky, he's still the same 8.7 lbs. baby you gave birth to. He was the biggest baby in the nursery at that time and that explained the stretch marks you had when you were pregnant with him. But no matter how many stretch marks you had, the joy of seeing him for the first time will always make everything worth it.

"Time for a new baby, I guess?" Bucky naughtily suggested, which made you glare at him and made him chuckle afterward.

It's a good thing Calix is too young to understand his dad's naughtiness. He just sat down on your lap and showed you the seashells he and Bucky collected while they were playing and roaming around the seashore.

"Wow! That's a lot of seashells. Are you gonna bring it home and hang it in your room?" you asked him.

Calix nodded, "'Gonna show this first to grandpa!" he stood up and run towards the beach house that your parents own, leaving you and Bucky alone together.

It's summertime and you got an invitation from your parents to spend a quick summer vacation in this beach house, also so they can spend time with Calix.

You find the invitation perfect since you and Bucky wanted to go somewhere this summer to spend quality time together. Your parents happily offered to take care of Calix while you and Bucky have time for each other as well, and you knew why they wanted for you and Bucky to have lots of time alone together. They wanted to have another grandchild, which you and Bucky already discussed.

"Can't believe we've gone this far already," Bucky uttered out of nowhere, making your eyes met his.

"Uh-oh, someone's being sentimental," you joked as you motion him to lay down on the picnic blanket and rest his head on your thighs.

He lay down and rested his head on your thighs, his eyes are looking up at yours, "I just...I just can't believe it has been five years since I got married to the most wonderful woman I've ever met in my entire life," he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

You run your fingers through his hair, "And I can't believe you're this cheesy because when we first met you were the grumpiest," you joked again.

Bucky was telling the God damn truth -- the two of you have gone far already.

It was like only yesterday when you two first joined forces in a mission and you two hated each other's guts, but eventually you two found that way to fall in love with each other. And that's something you and Bucky owe to your Avengers' life. Because of it, you met each other and got married.

You thought, if only Nat, Steve, and Tony were also there to see how good your life with Bucky is, you bet they'll be happy for both of you. But wherever they are, you know they are looking down up there, smiling ear to ear because they can see from wherever they are that you and Bucky are happy together.

Just like any other relationship, you and Bucky experienced highs and lows, turns and twists, but what's important is that you two never gave up and always think of why you two were together in the first place, because of love.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?" he sounded so serious this time.

Your brows raised, "What?" you asked him, still running your fingers through his hair.

"Do you regret our decision?"

Without mentioning what decision he's pointing out, you knew what it is.

"Bucky," you cupped his cheek and smiled at him, "It was the best decision I've ever made in my entire life. It was a sad decision to make, it was sad to leave the life we got used to, but it was only a matter of time before we choose to live the life we want to and this is it. I'd still choose that decision over and over again, knowing that you and Calix will be the best result of that decision," you told your husband.

Bucky got up from your lap and this time, he was the one who cupped your face, "Same goes with me." He let go of your cheek and grabbed your hand, "I'm living my best life with you and Calix. So thank you, thank you for doing this with me."

"No," you shook your head, "I should be the one thanking you," you retorted. "Thank you for putting me and Calix your number one and only priority. Thank you for making me this happy," you proclaimed.

Instead of answering your gratitudes, his hand traveled to the back of your neck and pull you towards him to give your lips a kiss.

His kiss was soft and pure of love. All you could sense is how much he loves you and how willing he is to sacrifice anything for you and your family, that's what you both did five years ago.

And no matter where life takes both of you, it doesn't matter, as long as you two are together, everything is in its right place.

-v.dl

[heejojo]

Love Isn't Beautiful But With You It Was

✰ summary: y/n and niki's journey from being enemies to friends to much more than that.

✰ pairing: Niki x fem!reader (and a Jay apperance)

✰ genre: fluff, angst, enemies to childhood friends to lovers

✰ warning: a few sad scenes but I'm not sure they'll be too bad! death

✰ word count: 1.8k (the most so far tbh)

a/n: this is my first fanfic so please leave comments about what should be improved. if you have any requests feel free to leave them! it's past 12am now and I need to sleep but I hope you have a nice day!

prompt gotten from @moonlight-chi77 thank you!

“Love isn’t beautiful but with you it was”

Life disappears in the blink of an eye, but the memories created and the human connection formed does not. The memories created are embedded in our hearts and follow us through different paths of life. Whether those memories are good or bad, they become something we reflect on in later moments.

Nishimura Riki couldn’t exactly remember the first time he met you but all he knew was that he had never hit off with someone the way he did with you.

September 2012

Although Niki couldn't pinpoint the exact date you guys started talking, he knew it was in September of 2012. He knew at first he disliked you and wanted nothing to do with you because you had stolen his spot on the swings.

“That's my spot, I told Jay I was going to stay here forever,” he said while his friend who was behind him nodded enthusiastically, backing him up.

“Your name is not on it and you didn’t buy it so why should I leave?” you asked him without coming down because you got there fair and square.

“I called dibs on it,” he said while puffing out his chest.

“Dibs are for babies,” you say while continuing to swing. “I’m not a baby,” he retorts.

“If you say so, then why are you wearing a Talking Tom T-Shirt?” you ask and his face begins to turn red. “It's cool, isn't it Jay?” he nudges his friend asking him for support. “Cool man, girls just suck” Jay responds and they both leave. “At least I dress myself!” you yell at their retreating figures

After that day, Niki made it his mission to disturb you every day and never wore his Talking Tom shirt again after that day.

August 2016

“Niki!!” you screamed as you felt another water balloon hit your leg. At this point, your entire body was soaked. The young boy continued to laugh and run as you chased him. You were beginning to regret spending your summer break with him when you could be watching TV instead. Eventually, you give up chasing the blond-haired boy and go into the house to dry off. Thirty minutes later, Niki comes in with a bottle of orange juice as a form of apology. You snatch it without further thought and drink it. Looking up at him after you finish drinking it, you both burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re lucky I love food,” you say. Maybe spending the summer with him wouldn't be so bad.

December 2018

Your crush on Niki was painfully obvious to everyone but him. Your friends teased you, his friends teased you yet when you were together you denied it with so much vigour. Niki had liked you for a few months now. Everyone was enjoying the slow burn that was going on between the two of you; the soft glances across the room, the way you always looked for each other among crowds, the way he knew where your secret birthmark was even though your close friends didn’t.

It was the way you complimented each other that made everyone cringe and aw at the same time. The jacket you got him for his birthday was his most prized piece of clothing and the only person he let touch it was his mum. This year though, you gathered enough courage and told him how he meant to you and how you were content with being just friends even if it hurt a little. But you weren’t expecting Niki to say he felt the same way, even more so. Your friends heaved a sigh of relief and choruses of ‘Finally’ were echoed.

It felt good being with someone.

January 2019

Everyone argued with people they loved right? Your parents did, the old lady that sells fruit and her boyfriend did so you and Niki weren’t an exception. After being childhood friends for so long you’d think you could trust each other enough to talk about the things that bothered you but he refused to, claiming that he didn’t want you to see him in a different light and how it would hurt his pride. You would tell him that no one knew him more and cared about him the way you did. At times, you’d let it go not wanting to push him but that day you couldn’t take it.

“We need to talk. Why have you been avoiding me these past few days?” you asked him.

“I’ve just been busy” he replied.

“No, you’ve been avoiding me. I know you well enough to know when you're hiding something” you said.

He wouldn't budge, he never did especially when you cornered him like this. He started to get irritated and said, “I said I’ve been busy so forgive me if I can’t give you attention all the time. Not all of us are as clingy as you” You winced; it was your fault for pushing him to the edge like that. Nevertheless, you wouldn't give up. “ I just want you to say how you feel and what bothers you. I’d never look at you in a different light and you know that. You might want to be strong but it’s okay to show some sort of emotion, it doesn’t make you weak rather it makes you look like someone that acknowledges what is wrong and doesn’t try to ignore the problem or solve it on their own” you comforted him. As the words entered his ears, you could see the walls surrounding his heart crumbling. “It’s okay to ask for help or just to rant to someone. Even if we won’t be able to provide an immediate solution, it should help” you added taking a few steps forward and grabbing a hold of his hands. You squeezed them tightly.

“I...I’m just scared you’ll leave once you see the not so perfect side of me” he managed to say. “I will stay with you, why don’t we make the best of everything without worrying about the future?” you asked while smiling. He returned it and pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you, truly,” he said and you smiled under his embrace.

After a few minutes you spoke up, “Oh yeah, Niki?” you called his attention and he hummed in response. “Don’t ever shout at me like that again, I can deck you and you know it” you said.

“Got it, boss. Sorry for being a jerk”

June 2020

You usually went on diets and exercised a lot but you were losing weight at an extreme rate and you weren’t even on a diet. Niki was worried but you brushed it off telling him it was stress from school but it got worse. You found it difficult for you to balance yourself, you felt nauseated, getting even more frequent headaches and being tired all the time so Niki decided that enough was enough and took you to the hospital. Neither of you had expected the result of the scans that were run.

“I’m sorry but there is a tumour in your brain,” the doctor said. The air left your lungs. “You can choose to get the surgery and live in the hospital for 8 months or live with the tumour for 3 months” he continued. You thanked him and left the hospital. The elephant in the room was very much alive and neither one of you wanted to address it. Did you want to stay in the hospital for the rest of your life or did you want to say with your loved ones? You thought that they would go through and that won’t be worth it.

“Niki” you called out.

He looked at you with a sad smile and just pulled you in for a hug, careful not to hurt you. “Do you want to tell your parents?” You nodded. You couldn’t just leave without saying anything. Picking your jacket, Niki drove you to your parents house.

“I just wanted you guys to know, I couldn’t just leave without saying anything,” you said with your eyes cast downwards. You couldn’t bear to look at your mom who was already crying or your dad who was blaming himself even when it wasn’t his fault or your sister who was basically your best friend. Niki had given you guys privacy but you knew it was just an excuse for him to be with his own feelings.

“I’m going to stay close to home in the meantime so I can be closer to you guys,” you said. Your eyes were already becoming glossy with tears. You inched towards your mom, taking her hand in yours and said, “You did an amazing job of being my mom and I love you so much”. Moving to your dad, you said “You did a good job of protecting me so don’t think otherwise. Let’s make all the memories we want to now without any regrets”. At that, your sister burst into tears “I… I can’t bear to lose you” Your heart clenched. “I can’t bear to lose you too” She continued crying. Your mom wiped her eyes and said, “From today, live the way you want to. Eat what you want and do what you want.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Niki staring watching the whole scene. After an hour, I stood up and went home with Niki. The car ride was a long and awkward one. When we got home, we just slept hugging each other.

Starting tomorrow I was going to live.

July 2020

The pain is getting worse but the smiles on my family and friends faces are enough to keep me going. I wrote letters and got gifts for them. Niki looks at the calendar every day, I can’t tell him to stop because I can tell he’s hurting so much. Why can’t I just be okay for everyone?

August 2020

The time comes faster, Niki and I went on a getaway for a few days. He deserved a break from everything that has been going on.

September 2020

I never thought I'd die as silly as that sounds. I asked my parents and sister to leave when I got to the hospital. Niki refused to leave and stayed there till I took in my last breath. He kept crying begging me not to go and how he’d do anything.

“Does it hurt a lot?” he asked between sniffles

“No it doesn’t, it just feels like a needle” it hurt like a truck.

“Liar”

I chuckled and held his hand till I couldn’t anymore. “I love you’’ I say as the lights fade.

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Dear Nishimura Riki,

When you see this, it means I’m already gone. First of all, don’t beat yourself up too much. I could write for ages about how much I love you but now that I need to, my mind goes blank. You’ve done so well for putting up with me, hats off to you. You might not want to but move on, even though id like you to remember me; let your heart heal and be happy.

Take care of yourself and don’t skip any meals. Eat well and be happy, make sure you visit the places we never got to visit and enjoy yourself. Live life the way you want it every day. Be nice to people and smile more.

Thank you for all the happy memories, my love, I’ll be forever grateful for you. You made my life colourful and worth living.

Love isn’t beautiful but with you it was.

Yours truly,

Y/N.

[starlessea]

Here Comes the Sun: XX. More Than A Feeling (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 6480

Chapter Warnings: Language, Violence, Injury.

Your head pounded like an alarm clock you couldn't shut off. The explosions hadn't done any favours for your tinnitus, either. The high-pitched ringing noise was constant, and only intensified the more you tried not to focus on it. Even now that everything had settled down, it still seemed like you could hear walls crashing around you, or feel the vibrations as the stone crumbled and settled at your feet.

Except, it wasn't brick walls that were sending shock waves over the ground; it was Daryl's footsteps as he paced. You could feel them through your own boots, and sent him a look to try and coax him to sit down. 

"It's a sprained ankle, Daryl. I didn't lose my leg." You said gently, before someone cleared their throat.

You looked down at Hershel, who was in the process of wrapping the bandages, and winced as he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Sorry." You muttered, awkwardly.

Everything had gone mostly to plan. The governor and his men had been driven away, and the others had returned from Woodberry with even more survivors. You hadn't gotten the chance to see them yet, but the ruckus drifted up the stairs and you could feel the marching of the stampede as though they had been part of the army themselves.

The prison remained standing, albeit missing a watchtower and seeming a bit dilapidated in a few places - but your home was once again yours. You'd sacrificed so much for it. Lori, T-Dogg, Axel, Oscar, and Merle had all lost their lives just so that you could sit here now, complaining of flesh-wounds and mild injuries like they were the most perilous problems you could face.

Daryl didn't seem to agree, however, and narrowed his eyes at you - or more specifically, at the bandage wrapped around your head. You'd taken a bit of a fall, but it wasn't like you'd cracked it open. Though, that didn't stop the man from treating you like Humpty Dumpty - trying to fix all of your pieces despite them not actually being broken.

"I don' care!" Daryl yelled, and you felt Hershel flinch as he made another pass with the bandages.

The man slung his crossbow onto the mattress, and you felt the bed dip beside you from the weight of it. His face was all scrunched up into a scowl, and you wanted nothing more than to hold it in your hands and bring his cheek to yours.

"What the hell d'ya try an' pull tha' for?" He asked, but this time his voice had lost its fight. "You could've gotten yerself killed." Daryl said quietly, like it almost killed him to say, too.

The older man stayed silent as he continued to do his job, and you felt guilty for having let him get caught up in this. 

"But I didn't." You reminded Daryl, before shooting a light-hearted smile his way. "Certain victory, remember?"

Your eyes glanced down to his hand, and at the shoddily drawn rune you'd given him with a sharpie earlier in the day. He didn't say anything back, but his pacing had stopped - and he looked straight at you as you spoke.

"And although the governor got away, don't you think he'll be easier to find with a bullet in his shoulder?"

If you had anything to show for your injuries, at least it was that. You offered a teasing smirk to the man - one that probably made him wonder if you had a concussion.

"I think I know a pretty good tracker, too." You joked, nodding in his direction.

Daryl didn't smile back. You watched as the man took a seat next to you on the mattress, and noticed the way his eyes rested on Hershel as he tended to your injuries better than he could have. 

"Ya should've followed the plan." He mumbled, so quietly that you barely caught it.

You let out a sigh, unable to hide your guilt. Daryl had an expression you'd only seen him wear once before, and you didn't like it in the slightest.

"I had a clear shot." You reasoned timidly, like you were trying to convince yourself of your words.

You had done; it was true. Except, you should have taken a moment to consider your actions. You thought that you were in fact the hypocrite - since when the time came, you'd been the one to shoot first, and ask questions later.

"If my aim was a little better we wouldn't even be having this conversation." You told him, and offered a sheepish smile alongside it. "I'm sorry I missed."

Hershel tightened the knot as he finished wrapping your foot. You lifted your leg and outstretched it to examine his work. Tentatively, you wiggled your toes, and thanked the man when you felt no pain in doing so. Daryl sent a nod in his direction too, before turning back.

"I don' give a damn if ya missed." He told you, barely above a whisper.

Hershel ushered himself out of the room as quietly as he could manage, trying not to intrude any longer. As soon as he'd left, Daryl let his head drop onto your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath over the crook of your neck.

"I only care tha' yer alive." He admitted, mumbling against the skin there. "I can't lose you, too."

You leant back against the man. He seemed so downtrodden, but for the first time since the farm, you felt safe. You remembered that first night after you'd cleared the prison, sitting out in that field around the campfire. You'd asked him then if he thought this could be your home. Now, you decided, it was.

"Have more faith in me, Dixon." You told him, and stroked his hair - letting your nails run along his scalp gently. "I think I must be pretty hard to kill."

Despite the head injury, the events of that morning were as clear as day to you - as clear as the cloudless sky had been when you all took your positions. The strategy had been to ambush them when they came, and you had been the one to dissuade Rick from utilising the watchtowers.

"They'll be their first target." You'd said, and luckily he had listened.

You and Daryl had been checking the guns, before deciding to take one last walk around the perimeter. You'd scouted their vehicles en route to the prison, so you knew it was only a matter of time before all hell would break loose. The day was otherwise serene, and you hoped that once all of this was over you'd get the chance to revel in the sunshine and celebrate your certain victory.

You smiled over at the man, remembering what you'd wanted to tell him. The two of you were checking for breaches in the fences, making sure that the governor's men couldn't infiltrate from anywhere you wouldn't expect. You watched as Daryl pulled on the lattice wire to make sure it was secure, and you slipped your hand into his other, free one. 

He gave you a subtle glance, but didn't make any sarcastic remarks in return. The two of you walked hand-in-hand alongside the fences, as though you were going on a mundane, morning stroll in the sun. It was silent, and you both seemed to just bask in the peace whilst it still lasted. Though, once you had gone full-circle, and had ended up back where you'd started, you stopped in place.

You fished around in your pocket and pulled out the sharpie you'd scavenged from Glenn earlier in the day. Daryl looked at it suspiciously, but let you do as you pleased - just like always. Carol had noted how much of a soft spot the man had for you, and you couldn't even deny it at this point. The two of you had woken up entangled in each other this morning, and it had taken you the better part of half an hour to coax him to let you get up. You could tell he was scared of what the day would bring. Despite claiming to be a man 'not scared of nothing,' you knew that Daryl Dixon was afraid of one thing above all else - and that was losing you. 

"Give me your hand." You instructed, and pulled the cap off the top of the pen with your teeth.

The man eyed the permanent marker, before looking down at your interlocked hands.

"Yer holdin' it." He grumbled, and you rolled his eyes at his dry humour.

"The other one." You clarified, pointing in the direction. "It needs to be on the same side."

You took his hand in yours before he had time to question you further, and pressed the sharpie to it. You drew the simple pattern, watching as the ink bled out slightly over the cracks in his skin.

It was the same rune of Týr that you had tattooed on your hip - the one Daryl claimed 'looked like an arrow.' He stared at it once you'd finished, stretching out his fingers before balling his hand into a fist. Maybe it was a little childish to want to wish him luck in this way, and you thought that Daryl was a man quite capable of victory by himself, but you'd wanted to do it nonetheless.

"Look, we match." You exclaimed with a smile, but the words felt familiar on your tongue.

Daryl must have thought so, too, as you saw some kind of recognition flash behind his eyes. Then, you remembered it. The memory washed over you like a wave coming onto shore. It had been back on the farm, where you lay next to each other on that springy, double bed. He'd had an arrow wound in his side, and your bullet hole matched it nicely. You'd pointed it out to him with a grin, too doped up on medication for your own good. It felt so long ago - back when you'd been more young and naive to the world, and he'd been more angry at it.

"I guess some things never change." You admitted, and you could tell that he understood.

You felt him squeeze your hand, and looked back down at the semi-tattoo you'd drawn haphazardly. 

"An' other things do." He replied.

When the first explosion rang out, your mind immediately thought back to that moment. The front left watchtower had been decimated, just as you had predicted, and the tanks began to roll in through the field. Whilst some of the group were hidden away in the prison interior, waiting to ambush those who came in, you stayed outside with Maggie and Glenn - ready to catch any stragglers who made it back out.

Daryl hadn't wanted you to be in the thick of it, and you could tell why. From the looks of it, the governor's army was partially made of toy soldiers. From your position, you could make out young boys and girls barely through their teenage years, and adults who looked like they had never held a weapon before. You would have found it hard to kill them - even if you needed to.

From your hiding place, however, you couldn't see the governor. The group was too dense, and he was probably lurking somewhere in the middle - just like the coward he was. You stared down the scope of your rifle, trying to get a better view. All around you, you could hear the sounds of crumbling stone, and the flicker of flames as they burned the tower to the ground. There had only been a couple of warning rounds shot at the building, but they'd done more damage than you were comfortable with. You just hoped that Daryl and the others were alright inside. 

The whole thing seemed to last a couple of minutes at most. As quickly as the group had entered the cellblock, they were forced back out in a shroud of smoke and gunfire. Maggie and Glenn had their guns aimed, but it looked to be a clean retreat. The govenor's makeshift suicide army had all turned back, and were fleeing into the forest - so you didn't shoot at them.

That had been the plan anyway, until you caught sight of a familiar eyepatch and the man who wore it. You jumped up from behind the bushes like someone had set them alight, and ran over to the wall for cover. Maggie and Glenn shouted at you, but you continued until you reached it. It was part of the fence you'd reinforced with steel, and you ducked behind it to peer through the gunhole. 

The man was returning back to the tank, mowing down anyone who got in his way. You stared through your rifle scope, finger hovering the trigger. You would have pulled it, but a civilian got in your line of sight at the last second. 

"Shit." You whispered, below your breath, and slung the rifle back over your shoulder.

You hopped the fence and started running, making your way to the blazing watchtower that was set alight like a torch. The base was still steady, and it provided good cover whilst allowing you to move in closer. The calm summer's day had been transformed into a warzone in a matter of minutes. Shouts and gunfire rang out around you as you dashed to the burning building. When you reached it, you quickly ducked down and pressed your back to the stone as you set up your rifle. 

It hasn't been part of the plan; you knew that. Though, you didn't just want to let the man walk free, either. If you weren't the one to do it, it would be someone else - perhaps Rick, or Michonne, or even Daryl. You wanted to pull your weight, especially if it meant that their shoulders wouldn't have to bear the burden of it.

The tower creaked and groaned above your head, and your eyes quickly glanced upwards to catch sight of the flames that licked the sky - creating an amber haze that resembled sunset. You ignored the sound, and locked onto the governor once again. This time, he was clambering into the vehicle, and you knew that it would be your last chance. Your line of sight was clear, and so you let your finger squeeze the trigger - and felt the jolt of the gun as it hit back against your shoulder.

The bullet connected, and you watched the man stagger backwards. He turned to face your direction, and your gazes caught for a split second - like you could see it all unfold in slow motion. Then, you heard a crash, and time resumed as normal.

Glass shattered above your head and fell onto you like jagged raindrops, and the stone debrid came following like lightning after it. The tower shifted, and you watched it crumble for a brief moment before the adrenaline kicked in. You abandoned your rifle and jumped up, starting to run in the opposite direction. Rubble came pouring down and bounced over the concrete at your feet. You felt small pieces nick your legs, but continued to sprint as you heard Maggie and Glenn call your name in the distance. You couldn't outrun the collapse, but you'd managed to dive behind one of the fences just in time to shield yourself.

You'd squeezed your eyes closed as the tower fell, and huddled your knees to your chest to protect yourself. The stone structure made the most almighty crash as it caved to the ground, and suddenly the courtyard was completely shrouded in dust. It wasn't until the smoke cloud had settled and you recognised figures emerging from the fog that you realised you'd made it. 

Your head stung, and you pressed your fingers to your temple only to notice that something had drawn blood there. You must've been struck by some stray piece of rubble, you thought. You were a bit dazed, but you could make out voices clearly as they shouted your name. You recognised one in particular, and your heart sped up in response.

"C'mon, Teach!" Daryl yelled, but you couldn't pin-point where from. 

You tried to call back, but your throat was dry and your voice barely made its way out of your lips.

"Can ya hear me?" He shouted again. "Call out to me if ya can hear me!"

Clearing your throat, you tried again.

"Daryl!" You screamed, and this time it resonated. "I'm here!" 

You noticed a shift in the fog, and figures got clearer as they made their way through it.

"I'm over here!" You yelled again, your voice breaking over the words.

The man came running over to you as soon as he could tell where you were. You'd been hidden behind the sheet of metal, sat amongst a pile of debrid, but he still found you. You could feel the fresh blood trickling down your forehead, but you wiped it away with the back of your hand and sent him a watery smile of pure relief. Daryl took in the sight, and the way your foot seemed to be turned in an awkward angle beneath you - and his eyes widened.

"What did you do?" He asked, rushing over to your side in an instant.

You looked back at him with an equally dumbfounded expression.

"I shot him." You admitted. "I shot the governor." 

After Hershel had left your cell, you and Daryl stayed sitting on the mattress together for a little while. You let him rest his head over your shoulder, which soon turned into lying on your chest as you both slumped back into the pillows. It was a little different from what you were used to, but you held his head and stroked his hair gently. You thought that he needed the comfort, and you were fine with being able to return it for once.

Maggie and Glenn had informed you that they'd seen everything go down - and that you'd actually hit the governor in the shoulder, rather than his chest. It was a bitter disappointment, but they'd reassured you that you'd still done a good job - after they'd given you a scolding, that is. You weren't entirely sure what had possessed you to do it - to abandon the plan. Maybe it was the images of a beaten Glenn and an inconsolable Maggie that you weren't able to rid yourself of, or perhaps it was the nightmares you had of cowering beneath Axel's body. More likely, it was the recent death of Merle, and what it had done to Daryl as a result. Whatever it was, you didn't regret it. The governor had deserved everything that was coming for him, and you'd just happened to be the one to pass the sentence.

Daryl's eyelids seemed heavy, and his breathing had evened out. You knew that if you didn't rouse him now, he'd probably fall asleep within a matter of minutes. It was selfish, but you didn't want that. You wanted to celebrate your victory - no matter how certain it had been.

"I'm sorry, Daryl." You whispered, and gently moved his hair back from his face.

The man inhaled sharply, and you watched his eyes flicker as they adjusted to the light. You let out a soft chuckle, which you were sure he could feel resonate through your chest.

"Can you help me down the stairs?" You asked sweetly, hoping to coax him awake. "I want to meet everyone."

He'd already carried you out of the rubble once today, but you hoped he'd be generous enough to lend you an arm as you hobbled down the metal steps. Daryl sat up and stretched his neck side to side before glancing over at you, his eyes immediately resting over your bandaged forehead to check it was still alright. You offered a smile to reassure him, and eventually the man nodded in return.

"It's gonna get a lot nosier 'round 'ere." He grumbled, but it didn't sound like he really minded.

Daryl had your arm slung over his shoulder as you both attempted the stairs. His other hand was on your waist for support, and he waited patiently as you took each step - going along with your pace. You'd heard the commotion from your cell, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer amount of people that had been brought back from Woodberry. 

As your foot hit the final step you were greeted by an unexpected round of applause, interspersed with the occasional cheers. You almost stumbled back in shock, but Daryl caught your arm before you could trip.

"There she is!" Glenn yelled over the crowd. "Our suicidal sniper."

You shot Daryl a side-eye glance, but the man just shrugged in response. Your gaze ran over the unfamiliar faces as they smiled, or looked at you curiously, and you suddenly felt inadequate in comparison. You stood leaning against Daryl in your dusty clothes and bandages, and sheepishly lowered your head as they stared. Eventually, Daryl shooed them all away, warning them to 'get out of your face.' 

It made you laugh, and you aimed some teasing remarks in his direction - pestering him if he'd like to become your bodyguard. The chatter buzzed around you like nothing you'd ever heard before. Even in the old world, the atmosphere couldn't compare. You didn't know how long it had been since you'd even laid eyes on so many people at once. You knew that you'd have to clear out some other cell blocks just to make room for them all. This was the start of something; you just knew it.

Someone called your name from amongst the fray, but Daryl didn't stop ushering you over to a nearby seat. You whipped your head around in confusion, but continued to shuffle along until you had the opportunity to sit down. He leant against the table next to you, resembling a diligent guard dog. Daryl was the most loyal man you'd ever met, and everyday he reminded you not to settle for anything less. You wondered how anyone could ever come close to him - past or present. Your ex had been a mere speck of poorly-chosen dust in comparison to Daryl Dixon. 

The man seemed to be able to read your thoughts, as he glanced in your direction with perfect timing - causing you to look away. You heard your name through the thick of the crowd again, and this time tried harder to locate the source. Only a few seconds later, someone emerged from the centre of the room, pushing past everyone so that she could get to you. 

The woman had neat brown hair to her shoulders, and was wearing a sundress that looked like it had been recently pressed. All of the former Woodberry inhabitants looked clean, but she definitely stood out due to how beautiful she was. Her eyes were a warm coffee colour, and her smile was bright as she looked over at you.

You choked on your words, immediately standing up only to stumble into Daryl's shoulder. He quickly got a hand under your arm to steady you, but had a disapproving expression on his face as he did so.

"Vanessa?" You spluttered out, and she gave you an excited nod in return.

Daryl barely had time to step aside before the woman bounded up to you and flung her arms around your neck. She squeezed you so tightly that you forgot how to breathe, but you hugged her back with the same force - clasping your arms around her back.

You were utterly speechless. The last time you'd seen the woman, the two of you were witnessing the complete horror of your camp being destroyed. You'd looked for her in the days following, but she'd seemed to simply disappear into the night. You hadn't even thought she'd made it out alive. She'd been your colleague before all this, and then your campmate. But, most importantly, she'd been your friend.

You stared at her as she pulled away, and she giggled at your dumbfounded expression. Her smile was as pretty as you remembered, and you suddenly felt pale in comparison to her rosy cheeks and honey complexion. She was as quick-witted as ever, and wasted no time in regaining her composure to tease you like you'd never even spent any time apart.

Daryl watched in silence, not wanting to interrupt, but you could tell that he was starting to put the pieces together.

"You were the one who shot him?" She asked, as though in utter shock.

She had her hands on either of your shoulders, and looked you up and down before settling over your one foot that you kept hovering above ground.

"Yeah." You replied sheepishly, and glanced off to the side.

The woman slapped your arm in disbelief, and Daryl shot her a warning look that made you snort. She looked over at the man, too, and raised an eyebrow.

"What on earth happened to you?" She questioned, meeting your eyes this time.

You stared at the floral pattern of her sundress, secretly wishing you had something equally as pretty, and shrugged.

"Well, I hit my forehead and sprained my ankle-" you started, but the woman cut you off.

"I don't mean that." She remarked, with a disapproving tone.

She sounded the same as she did on those days you'd spend your lunch breaks together, or go and get coffee at the local shop - trading gossip and work secrets. She grinned at you mischievously, and it didn't go unnoticed by Daryl.

"Where is the timid girl who sang 'Yellow Submarine' to us from her tent every night?"

The man beside you was the one to laugh this time, and you jabbed him with your elbow in response. 

"I really do miss that tent." You mumbled under your breath, and thought you could hear Daryl weakly protest below his.

Vanessa eyed the two of you, and her mouth upturned into a grin you recognised all too well. It was the one she wore when whispering to you about cute baristas, or when sliding her number across the bar. 

"And who's this?" She said, in a tone that was equally as familiar.

She turned to face Daryl, and gave him a quick once-over like she was checking for any visible flaws. You couldn't contain your laugh; she always did lack subtlety.

"This is Daryl." You told her, and slipped your hand into his. "My-" you paused, furrowing your eyebrows as you did, "boyfriend?"

It came out like a question, and Daryl snorted uncharacteristically from beside you.

"'M too old for tha' word." He grumbled, but it was still light-hearted.

You took the opportunity to have some fun, and pressed your chest against his arm as you got closer to his ear.

"What do you want me to say, then?" You asked teasingly. "My partner? Sweetheart?" 

The man seemed completely taken aback to hear you call him anything besides 'Dixon.' 

"My other half? The old ball 'n chain-" you continued, but were abruptly interrupted as he shrugged you off in embarrassment.

"D'you wan' another head injury?" He asked - a little too quickly and a lot too loudly.

Vanessa laughed her usual dainty laugh, and you'd almost forgotten that she was even there. Daryl's cheeks were dusted a light pink, and you knew he would remind you of this later when you were alone.

"You two are good together." The woman spoke, causing you to look over in her direction. "I'm glad you found someone in all of this." 

You gave her a shy smile, before looking down at your feet. You'd never been good with compliments, but she always seemed to have an abundance of them to give.

"After everything you've been through," she went on, this time glancing over at Daryl with a look that could only be described as approval. "You really deserve someone who can make you happy."

Happy. That is what this feeling was. You'd almost forgotten what the word meant, but you were suddenly reminded. Daryl had made you feel a lot of things since you'd met him - first a lot of nerves and sometimes even frustration, but eventually it became comfort and security. However, you realised that all along there were moments of happiness. Even back at the farm, the man never did fail to make you laugh - intentionally or unintentionally. Whether it was his dry sense of humour, or the wise-cracks he'd make in those days where he seemed younger, and more willing to fight the world. 

You looked over at the man like you'd only just come to the most obvious of realisations. Daryl Dixon made you happy - like nothing else had before.

As the night started to settle down, the atmosphere fizzled away along with it. Everyone had taken to their temporary sleeping arrangements, and you could tell that Daryl was holding back his yawns as he helped you clamber over the people left chatting on the floor. The day felt like it had gone on for a week, and you couldn't wait to just sink into bed and let your bandaged head meet the pillows.

Across the block, you spotted Rick talking to some of the new residents, and urged Daryl to return to the cell ahead of you. The man glanced down at your foot and then back up to your eyes, as though needing to state the obvious. You shook your head, telling him that you'd get Rick to help you up the stairs once you were done. You just wanted to talk to the officer briefly, and didn't want to keep Daryl up any longer than he needed to be.

He didn't seem entirely convinced, but he left you propped up against the wall where you instructed him to. His stubbornness had definitely rubbed off on you, you'd realised, and he could hardly attempt to fight against it.

"Deputy Grimes!" You called, once Daryl was out of ear-shot. "Get over here for a second."

The man looked up from his conversation, and you watched him excuse himself before making his way over. He looked equally as exhausted as the rest of you, and stepped heavily over the stone floor. Still, he gave you a small smile as he approached, and squeezed your shoulder.

"You did good today." He drawled, praising you for the second time tonight.

You rolled your eyes and slapped his chest with the back of your hand. 

"Don't let Daryl hear you say that." You warned, with a teasing look. "I could have died, remember?"

You'd said the words in Daryl's Southern accent, impersonating the man the best you could. Rick laughed in response, and you quickly glanced over your shoulder just to double-check that the archer wasn't still looming there.

"Never knew him to be so uptight." The officer replied, and you shrugged.

"He just needs a good night’s sleep." You explained, glancing over at the staircase leading to the second floor. "I think we all do."

Rick especially seemed like he was dead on his feet, but he held it together well. You couldn't imagine the pressure he felt having to keep everyone safe during times like these. You wanted to ease that burden a little, or even just throw some distractions in the mix to make him forget about it.

"Anyway, I heard that Glenn found a camera at Woodberry." You started, watching as he raised an eyebrow at you.

A few hours ago you'd hijacked it, and briefly kidnapped the Grimes children for that photoshoot you'd been threatening. The polaroid had turned out even better than you'd hoped - and you had almost been tempted to keep it for yourself.

You pulled the picture from your pocket, careful not to bend it, and passed it to the man. His eyes squinted as he looked at it, flat atop his palm. Both Carl and Judy were sporting their sheriff's hats, and the older Grimes had his sister perched on his lap.

"Thank you for everything you've done for us, Rick." You told him, and watched as he brought the picture closer to his face. "I'll never forget how you were always there for me."

It was rare that you ever saw the man speechless, but in that moment you were sure you saw a glimpse of the same Rick Grimes you'd first encountered back at the farm - that officer friendly who would give anything for his family.

He shook his head wordlessly, before tucking the picture into the inside pocket of his jacket.

"You don't give yourself enough credit." He said quietly, before slinging one of your arms around his neck. "And I don't think you ever will."

You returned to your cell soon after that, bidding the officer goodnight at the door. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before reminding you to change your bandages in the morning. You laughed in response, wondering why all the men around you treated you like glass.

The room was quiet as you ducked under the sheet hanging at the doorway, and you shuffled inside. Daryl had lit the small lamp on the table, and it cast a warm, golden glow over him where he lay. He had his eyes closed, but you noticed he had your headphones on - connected to the walkman that was left at the edge of the mattress.

You could hear the faint din of the music as some sound escaped, and slowly made your way over to the bed - not wanting to startle the man. He was still fully dressed, and had his arms tucked under his head as he lay on his back. You didn't think he was asleep; rather, he seemed to be waiting for you.

You knelt down onto the mattress, feeling it dip beneath your weight as you crawled up beside him. He didn't react, so you pulled one side of the headphones from his ear, and brought your lips close to it.

"Boo." You whispered, and blew hot air there to make him shiver.

This time he cracked an eye open, and pulled you down beside him gently. He continued to be mindful of your head, and plumped a pillow up for you to lay on. He then removed the headphones, and twisted the ends of them so that the speaker parts were facing outwards. 

You chuckled at the action, suddenly thinking back on your childhood where you'd share a pair with your friends. Daryl placed them in the space between the two of you, so that you could both listen to the songs together. You heard something by The Beatles play muffled, and closed your eyes to take in the melody.

The two of you talked briefly, and sleepily, for a bit. Daryl grumbled about you using him as a makeshift crutch for the majority of the night, and you just hummed in response. You caught him glancing over at you every now and then, but he made no attempt to pull you closer like he usually would have. You knew it was because of your head; he didn't even have to tell you.

"Hershel said it might leave a small scar." You told him, like it was a secret you felt needed to be disclosed.

You didn't really mind all that much, but you knew Daryl had a tendency to look at you guilt-stricken whenever he saw you injured. You just wanted to warn him - just in case.

"Like Harry Potter or some shit?" The man mumbled, and you rolled your eyes.

"Maybe." You replied.

The chatter downstairs had settled, and all that remained was the tinny sound of the music that quietly played near your ear. You swallowed thickly, staring up at the ceiling to see the uneven cracks that marred it.

"Will you still love me if I have a gawdy scar over my forehead?" You asked teasingly - but a part of you felt nervous to hear the response.

Then, your eyes widened as you realised your choice of words. You sat up, immediately feeling the blood rush to your head as you did so.

"Wait-" you stuttered, noticing the man's expression. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

He cut you off before you could finish.

"I will."

You blinked, but he pulled you back down to him - this time letting you lay your head gently over his chest.

"Know I ain't said it before, but-" he paused, "I love ya." 

His heartbeat pounded quickly against your cheek, as though proving his words.

"I love ya so goddamn much, so don't ever pull that shit on me again."

You felt tears start to well up in your eyes, and hoped he couldn't feel them dampen his shirt.

"I love ya - you crazy woman who shot the governor an' took a bullet for me."

You swallowed thickly, trying to hide the wateriness of your voice as you responded.

"I love you too, Dixon." You admitted, wondering why you hadn't done so before.

You'd loved the man almost as long as you could remember; but it was one thing to love, and another thing to be loved in return.

"I won't let anything on this earth take me away from you." You mumbled against him. "You don't have to worry about that."

Daryl breathed in deeply, and you moved along with the rise and fall of his chest. This is what happiness felt like, you decided. Happiness wasn't as perfect as you had once thought it to be - back in the old world. It wasn't that amazing job, or the hard-earned paycheck, nor was it the men who called you pretty whilst giving you an ugly stare. Happiness for you was now walking around the perimeter of a dingy prison, hand-in-hand, as you stared up at the morning sun preparing for a fight. Happiness was those nights you'd stay awake, listening to the laughs down the hall of Maggie and Glenn as they whispered about their future together, and noticing that Daryl was eavesdropping, too. Most importantly, happiness was the man who you woke up next to, and the sound of his voice as he told you 'good morning.'

You looked down at his hand, resting on his chest, and saw the ink there that had smudged throughout the day. The walkman finished its tune, and there was a brief, few-second silence before it skipped to the next one. A familiar melody rang out, and Daryl placed a careful kiss over your hair.

"I like this song." He whispered against you, and you nodded in return.

"Yeah, me too."

A/N It took 20 chapters, 120k words, but they finally exchanged their ‘I love you’s.’ I think it was obvious that they already loved each other before this, but hearing them say it out loud just- 

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Sam Winchester: Running Away

Pairing: Sam W. x Reader

Pov: Reader/Sam

Warnings: Panic, anxiety, being scared, mature content, talk of sex, Sam, inner thoughts

Summary: With Y/n and Sam only being together for a short time, when Y/n learns she pregnant she freaks thinking every bad thought about the things that could go wrong.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is Dominant Sam I'm talking about here, but also a protective Sam. This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge.

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So, maybe I've been with Sam for a few months, but it's not that big of a deal. We're just a once in a blue sorta thing. Sam and I yes live together alongside his brother Dean, but I don't mean that Sam and I share a bed you know.

Okay well, maybe we do share a room. We share a comfy large bed when a hunt goes bad, or Sam wants to release some tension. We go and let go of our bodies' tension. Together we let everything go, and we sort of become one.

Sam is a giant teddy bear, but when he's had enough put onto his shoulders he needs someone to ground him, that someone for right now just so happens to be me. Bad hunts turn into long, fast, and hard nights.

Nights when Sam drags on, his large hands wrapped my throat pinning me down to the fluffy bed. My nails leaving red marks down his muscled back. His hips snapping against my cervix, his lips leaving bruises on my skin.

The way he'd snap his hips into me as I rode into him. In moments like these Sam was my cowboy, and I was his baby girl. The loud grunts and moans that echoed off the motel, or bunker walls were the most amazing sound to my ears.

The sound of our skin slapping together, and the dominant nature of Sam, his almost animalistic way of fucking me. I wasn't a virgin when I met Sam and Dean, I wasn't a virgin when Sam first came to me with this idea of friends with benefits.

But even without being a virgin, taking Sam for the first time. That made me feel like I had died and came back to life. I know saying that seems probably very odd, but Sam there is something about him that makes him so fucking... fuckable.

The moment that I came down from my high and he laid on top of me, trying his hardest to not lay all his weight on me, I reveled in those moments. Was this what it was like to fall in love with someone?

Would Sam really want that? Would I be enough for Sam?

Months it went on like this, bad hunts or just wanting to let go. It went back and forth. The deal that we held, was for the both of us, and usually, we needed each other at the same time.

Bumping into each other, cute moments. Moments when I would try to put more effort into it. I learned real quick that Sam had a thing for lace and the color red. Something about the way it felt against his hands, or how it looks against my skin tone.

Nothing's more special than having your boy toy pull off your lace panties with his teeth while he makes direct contact. Again there was that dominating nature of Sam. Sometimes my mind would float to what it would be like with Dean, but I would be very much slapped out of that thinking when Sam would snap his hips into me and ask me 'who do you belong to?' or 'Who owns your body?'.

This of course in my world would only last for so long. Something always had to go wrong. So wrong that everything that I had worked for wasn't worth it. Wasn't worth it, if I would just be crashed in the end. I didn't think any wrong could come from fucking my best friend in a way.

Because that was Sam and I are.. were. We are friends, best friends, who know everything about each other, who know when the other is about to have a break or the other needs space. What happens when Sam finds out about this.

This is a normal fuck up that be taken care of. This is my fuck up, this fuck up is huge. He won't want to stay. No, see I've ruined this for the both of us.

What happens if Sam. What if? That's the big question stop overreacting. You've spent time with Dean, ask your question then act, not the other way around. You need to actually find out if your pregnant.

'pregnant' "FUCK" I said out loud rather loud, louder than I should have said it. "Y/n you okay?" I outside the bathroom door. Panicking I slipped the pregnancy test into my sweater pocket. "Yep, I'm super," I said and unlocked the door, slipped by Sam. Smiling before I casually walked away from him. Panicking on the inside.

"what am I going to do?" I asked myself under my breath. "A Winchester baby, a baby, my baby," I said hushed under my breathe. A tap to my shoulder pulled me from my very important inner monologue.

"Y/n, what's wrong with you?" Sam said wrapping his hand around my shoulder. Mouth left gaped open. "Y/n?" Sam repeated, just my name this time made everything worse. The echo of Sam's voice grunting and moaning my name as he comes down from his high.

"Sam," I said looking up at him. These were moments that I said he was a huge teddy bear. Worry crossed his handsome face. "Y/n what's wrong?" Again he forced his first question.

"Nothing Sam. Just let it go." I said tapping his hand on my shoulder. There was a look of upset confusion on Sam's face. "Y/n don't you dare pull away from me, especially after what we have together," Sam said as I walked away. I stopped and thought about it. 'Don't pull him into it, you just take care of it.' I just kept walking.

I made sure that the pregnancy test was really correct, by going to a doctor's office. "You're about six weeks along." The doctor said. More panic. More anxiety, more questions, more thoughts. That drive back to the bunker I was fighting the idea of leaving.

If I just left, what if I just didn't come back. 'No go back and try to hide it, say you're sick, hide in your room. You won't be able to hide it for long' Sam will question you, Sam will notice, he'll notice your body change, he'll notice everything Y/n.

When I got back Sam was waiting for me in the library. "Where were you Y/n?" he asked me as I passed by him "I was out," I said passing quickly. Trying to stay away from him, the closer I am to Sam the harder it is to not tell him the truth. The grip of his hands around my wrist is so powerful, so strong.

"Stop running away. I just need you Y/n I thought..." Sam paused looking down at my body and then to my wrist. "Sam let go of my wrist. You're hurting me." I said ripping my arm from his grasp. Stomping away and down the louder echoing bunker hallway.

'LEAVE' 'No stop he's right you made a promise, a deal.' "Stop" Fighting with myself was the worst of all of this. You can't run away from yourself. No knock at my door, but I wouldn't have known. I had taken a nap my thoughts clouding my mind. Waking up to a quiet bunker and a note stuck to the coffee machine. "Y/n whatever is going on.

That's what I'm here for. Please baby girl. I don't know what to do. Shoot me a message, or even text Dean. Just let me know you're okay." Signed Sam. Yet another wave of new thought, new emotions. I want to stay, but it wouldn't be good for either of us. Nobody benefits from this.

A normal hunts take Dean and Sam about a week tops so with the letter that Sam left behind I can only imagine that Sam is pushing Dean to hunt a lot faster. Get the hunt over and done with come home and figure out what is wrong with me.

I say I've got two days tops before the boys get back. To toggle with the idea of leaving. Two days doesn't seem like enough time, but I need to not trap them in a situation like this. Sam doesn't need to have another thing on his shoulders, Dean doesn't need the worry or the panic. Of a Winchester baby.

Taking a long walk around the bunker brought memories alive in my mind's eye. The great, the good, and the bad. Most of them included Sam. The night he asked me to start this friend with benefits or the wild night that he took me on the book-filled library table. He fucked me in the middle of the wide open.

Would it be bad to say that I fell in love with him from that moment? He made me feel like the only girl in the world. A few spots in the kitchen early morning breakfast being made, and in the garage washing whatever car Dean would let us wash.

'You need to go' Memories pinging in my head. Hitting all the corners of my head. This is the most stressful thing I've ever had to do. There's a baby inside of me now, every choice has to be for this little one. This choice was for Sam and for this little one.

My hand laid on my still flat stomach. I wish that I could feel Sam's hand on top of mine, or watch his face. But that wouldn't be a good idea and I know that.

"They're going to a Winchester in and out," I said walking past Sam and Dean's rooms. I think I'll just have to write a letter to Sam, a sort of backwards odd way of responding to his letter.

This letter will just be my goodbye. "Hey Sam, by the time you read this I'll be long gone. Let me explain. I'm pregnant, with of course your child. We never got the chance to talk about being parents, never got the chance to even have a normal relationship. Sam, I fell hard for you, so hard that I don't want to hurt you. I know you most likely aren't ready to be a dad, so yes I know I'm taking that choice away from you. I am making so many mistakes and I don't want to be a burden on your shoulders or even a burden on Deans. They'll find out about you, they'll be nosy like you, be hardheaded like you, defy me like you defied your father." I wrote out pausing to let my shaking hand take a break.

"Cowboy, I'm running away, because Sam that's the only thing I know how to do. Don't you dare think... Don't you dare ever for a second think that I don't love you, or that this baby won't grow up knowing who is, who knows maybe I'll come back... I love you, Sam, I love you cowboy."

I read over it once and then twice, Dean stood over my shoulder. His hand lying still against my blade. I swiped the pad of my thumb over my Y/n nicely small handwriting. "Sammy?" Dean questioned. "Hmm?" I hummed fearing my voice would give too much away. "What did she write?" He asked, "Y/n wrote that she's pregnant, and she is running away afraid to put the burden of my child on my shoulders and on yours." I said continuing to look at the page in front of me.

"Dean we.." "I've got you, Sammy. We'll find her bring her home and you wife her up." Dean said, grabbing my bag and racing back to the impala. "She's on foot, and most likely hasn't made it very far, I'll call Charlie, you call her," Dean said, whipping out my phone it tumbled in my hands landing on the footwell of the front seat.

Pulling it out it came with pictures, pictures of the three of us. Sitting on baby's hood, her in the middle of the two of us next to her. I could see it now, a baby Winchester, sitting on her lap and taking that picture all over again.

"Sam, Charlie says that she's gonna try her, see if we can sort of trick her into going with Charlie until we can get to her and bring her home," Dean said.

"Yeah let's hope she wants to come home," I said the mix of different emotions and feelings shoring through me, I felt the revive of the impala's engine. 'There's no running away from the Winchesters.'

Completed on: 05/04/2021