#fear the walking dead teddy

[jimmycarterghostland]

Teddy was a great addition to Fear the Walking Dead. I wish he hadn't gotten killed off in season 6. Part of the reason why season 7 was dreadfully boring was because it didn't have Teddy in it. The villains in S7 were lame, uninteresting, and non-threatening. Imagine if Teddy had been in that season, doing his best to make the apocalypse even worse. He was a good villain and the showrunners killed him off way too soon.

Honestly, I wouldn't have minded if he had been the main villain for season 8 too. Including Troy was a mistake. He should have stayed dead. Teddy would have been so much better as the villain for the final season of FTWD. The show probably could have still worked with the PADRE stuff included. Maybe Teddy could have killed Shrike and her brother, then he and his cult could have taken over PADRE for themselves, and Madison, Morgan, and the others could have fought them.

Unfortunately, that's not what happened. Teddy got killed too soon. And seasons 7 and 8 of FTWD had awful villains.

[whoskimii]

OH, HOW I LOVE WHEN HE CHOKE ME !

★ fucking the shyness out of you ft. sukuna ! ★

˖˚₊ warnings ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ cowgırl, rough sex, sukuna (he's a warning himself), p ın v, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it), breeding, daddy kink, degradatıon, spankıng, spit kink, chokıng, two dicks mentioned.

˖˚₊ wc ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 1.2k

“woman.” sukuna's voice echoed as you headed towards your chambers. you stopped dead in your tracks and slowly turned around to face your lord, your heartbeat picking up in speed considerably. “yes, you. c'mere.”

you looked around a few times, searching for someone. anyone. but you were alone with the king of curses.

“don't waste my time.” he clicked his tongue as he placed his hand under his chin lazily, staring at you with a disinterested expression. he waited for you to walk to his throne and when you did, he shifted and spread his legs.

he simply patted his lap, a silent indication that he wanted you to straddle him. you blushed, butterflies filling your tummy.

you knew it was wrong.

it was definitely wrong to feel this way about him but you couldn't help it. you felt special. special because the ryōmen sukuna was seeking out for you, a mere servant. a human.

as you slowly straddled him, not daring to meet his gaze out of shyness, he scoffed. “what's that, huh ?” he observed the teddy bear you were clutching tightly with an amused smirk. “a teddy bear ?” the words rolled off his tongue as if the concept of a plushie was foreign to him. “what are you, five ?” he asked sarcastically, tilting his head.

you blushed again, lowering your head further down as your hold around the teddy tightened. “i like it...” you managed to mumble. he cocked an eyebrow in mild amusement. “oh, yeah ? you like that stupid thing, mhm ?” he shook his head lightly. “guess i'll let you keep it. or else you'll throw a cute little tantrum, right ?”

his hand slipped under your clothing as his fingers began to toy with the waistband of your pink little panties. he stretched the fabric and let it snap back against your skin repeatedly. “you're a pretty thing, aren't you...?” he whispered, observing your lovely features. “thank you, my lord...” you muttered.

“and also a shy thing.” he stated. his sharp nails brushed against your cheek, surprisingly soft. “ruining such an adorable thing would be such a shame... don't you think ?” he smirked as he sensed your fear, mixed with your excitement.

he spread his legs wider, your soft body still situated on his lap. “get up.” he ordered. he hummed approvingly as you listened, staring down at you with a bored expression. “undress.”

your heart skipped a beat, your grip on the plushie tightening subconsciously.

“my king—” he clicked his tongue. “do not disobey me, human. undress.” he repeated, his patience thinning by the second. you slowly obeyed. when you stood in your panties, he nodded towards them. “take these off as well.”

you took a deep breath and let your underwear fall down to your ankles before stepping out of them. he hummed at the pleasant sight. “good. c'mere.” you crawled back on his lap, your lower half completely bare. "do the same f' me.” with little shaky hands, you freed his two cocks.

the sight made your soft cunnie clench but also shot a pang of anxiety in you. “i bet you can barely even take one.” he stated condescendingly. “so you'll focus on only one. it'll be enough for today.”

for today ?

“sit on it.” he ordered, running one of his hands through his hair. as you continued clenching your teddy bear to your chest, you slowly sank down on one of his massive cocks. the sharp sting made you gasp. “that's what i thought.” he rolled his eyes. “can you even take dick ?”

you swallowed, trembling on top of his lap. “i'm sorry, my lord, i'll try my best...” he scoffed. “sure you will.”

one of your hands left your plushie to grip his shoulder. you began moving up and down, your slickness making a mess of his cock. he clicked his tongue, which prompted you to halt. “what are you doing, woman ?” he cocked an eyebrow. “oh, i thought—" you babbled. “i fuck you. 's not the other way around.”

he grabbed your meaty hips, his nails digging into your skin. he bounced you up and down, slamming himself inside your messy hole again and again. you gasped, holding onto his shoulder tightly. with every single thrust, he hit your sweet spot harshly, occasionally prodding at your cervix. “ngh !” you whimpered, chewing on your bottom lip.

he kept his bruising grip around your hips, thrusting up into your warm pussy. “m-my king—” you babbled. “toys do not speak as they please.” he hissed.

he watched your tits bounce under the thin fabric of your shirt. “look at you,” he grinned. “what a fucking slut. acting shy but all you want is dick.” your jaw went slack as the grip you previously had around your bear loosened. “mphm !”

“open that mouth.” he murmured, wrapping his big hand around your throat and squeezing. as your jaw fell, he gathered a good amount of spit in his own before shooting it into yours. “swallow.” you instinctively obeyed. “daddy...” you hiccuped. he chuckled. “oh, daddy, mhm ? yeah. i like that.”

he leaned closer to your ear to speak but you were only focused on the lewd sounds your soaked cunnie made. “been watchin' you for a while, you know ?” the curse said. “you'd make a great incubator. you'll bear my legacy, huh ? you're gonna give me strong heirs.”

his words made you even wetter. he huffed. “i can't believe how much of a whore you are. could've told me sooner you wanted my cock.” you whined. “please—” he spanked you harshly. “what did i say, toy ?” you blushed. “i can't talk...” you babbled. “mhm. good bitch.”

“i'm gonna fill you up and you won't say a thing, right ? you'll thank me.” he licked your neck. “y-yes, daddy...” you bit on your bear to keep yourself quiet. “i'm close, 'kuna...” he smirked. “yeah ? you wanna cum around me, huh ? go ahead. it'll take better.” he grumbled, watching himself slide in and out of your sloppy hole shamelessly.

“i'm—” thrust. “gonna—" thrust. “cum—! mphm !” your eyes rolled back as you squeezed his shaft tightly, pussy clamped around his dick. your soft ass slapped against his thighs as you rode him vigorously, ashamed at how naughty you were being. he spilled himself inside of you, painting your walls white with his thick, milky fluid. “that's it... slut.”

once you came down from your high, you blushed. you took deep breaths, attempting to calm your heartbeat.

you were about to get off his lap but he scoffed, holding you tightly. "where d'you think you're going, human ? i said i ain't done breedin' your lil' hole. c'mere.”

based on this ask.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

May I please request something involving Rise!Raph where he confides in the reader that he’s a little insecure about his size when someone calls him “bubble butt”?

Big Teddy Bears Are The Best (Angst/Fluff)

Rise!Raphael x reader

A/N: Gotta show Raphie and his beautiful size some love❤️

Warnings: Insecurities about size, cat calling, expression of insecurities.

There was no doubt in Raph’s mind - you were the best thing that had ever happened to him. Ever since you had gained knowledge about him and his brothers, you had always been there for them. A close friend that they could always count on, always ready to help with whatever they needed. The fact that you were so calm and helpful when taking care of him and his family, made Raph’s head calm yet his heart flutter. It didn’t take long before he started developing feelings for you. You were absolutely amazing.

But if there was one day better than the day Raph met you, was the day the two of you got together. It was like a dream come true for the snapping turtle. To be able to hold you close and call you his.

But there were times where Raph would get… insecure, is probably the right way to put it. You were a beautiful human. The prettiest Raph had ever seen. There were times he still couldn’t believe you were real, and not just an amazing dream come true. And he… yeah, he was what he was. A big, large, mutant snapping turtle, so large that his hand was as big as your head. There were times where he would spend much of this time, thinking about it, feeling his insecurities nag inside of him. That gave way to many questions, that just wouldn’t leave him alone. What did you see in him? How could you love someone like him? Would you want to stay with him?

But whenever you would enter the room, all those worries would fall away, lightning up Raph’s state once more, as he would hold you close and let you pepper his face with kisses, the same way he would with you. He would remember the nickname you had given him, exactly because of his large size - teddy bear. Your teddy bear. Words you would tell him, before embracing him in another loving hug. Truly the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Together, you and Raph would frequent many places together, hand in hand on many wonderful and amazing dates, that the two of you would remember forever. In the disguise of human clothing, you would bring Raph with you out around New York City, or Raph would bring you with him down to the Hidden City. So far neither you or Raph had experienced any problems with that. Your dates had always gone smoothly, providing you with the time together that the both of you held so dear. During these dates, Raph would be too occupied to worry about his size or nature. Well, that was until the two of you took a stroll around Central Park.

Hand in hand, you and Raph walked together through the park, laughing and smiling at whatever conversation you were in, with not a worry in the world. That was until a group of three women came by in the opposite direction. Their eyes were locked on Raph, taking in his towering height with awe. Raph grew uneasy, feeling their eyes on him. For a moment he feared that he hadn’t brought his hood up high enough, and that they had noticed his turtle-like features. He tried to keep his focus on you, yet out of the corner of his eye, he kept an eye on the staring women as they came closer and closer, just about to pass by the two of you. But then one of them spoke, a teasing smile on her lips as he stared directly at Raph, her words causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“Looking good there, bubble butt!”

Raph froze but you turned, staring daggers into the woman that had just cat called your boyfriend. One thing was to cat call a person in general, but to do it while they were walking with their partner? They must have lost their minds! You would have run after them and given them a piece of mind, but instead you turned your focus to your boyfriend, who’s spirit seemed to be dampened quite a bit. His gaze was now directed towards the ground, his brow muscles pushed together in a worried expression.

“Raph?”, you asked, holding his hand in your much smaller ones, your thumb stroking his knuckles with loving care. “Raphy bear, are you okay?”

Raph did not answer. Instead his head started flooding with the same insecurities that normally only seemed to take place when he was alone. But with the soft feeling of your thumbs on his hand, he finally brought himself to look you in the eyes, unsure on how to explain the tumult of emotions he was feeling. With a sigh, he finally decided to tell you, realizing there would be no benefit of hiding his thoughts any longer.

“(Y/N)”, Raph said, avoiding your eyes as he spoke, nervousness growing within him, fearing the worst would happen. But he had to say it. He just had to.  “Am I… Am I too big for you?”

You cocked your head in confusion, clearly understanding what he was asking you. “What?”

Raph swallowed the lump in his throat. “It’s just… for some time now… I’ve been feeling… I’ve been fearing that I’m too big. That I’m too big for you”. You stared at Raph, your thumbs coming to a halt, your silence causing him to grow even more worried. “(Y/N)? Babe? Please talk to me. I need to know-”.

Before Raph could finish his sentence, you cut him off by wrapping your arms around him, as far as they would go, pulling him in for a tight hug, smiling up at him with that beautiful smile of yours that made him weak in the knees.

“Raph, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me! You’re the sweetest, greatest and most wonderful person I’ve ever met”, you said, resting your chin against his clothes-covered plastron. “And your size? I’ve already told you that you’re my teddy bear, and big teddy bears are the best!”

Your words made Raph’s heart flutter, feeling small tears of happiness press against the back of his eyes. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer against him with a happy sigh.

“I’m so lucky to have you, (Y/N)”, he said, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you so much”.

“I love you too, Raph”, you smiled, pulling him in for a small sweet kiss. “All of you”.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Submissive! König Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con, Pegging, Edging, Teasing, Overstimulation, Gagging, Riding, Praise Kink (receiving), Slight Bondage, Cock Ring, Mention of Blood, Mild Painplay, Dirty Talk, Petnames, Submissive König, Dominant Reader, Mentions of Pain, Crying, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You', Profanity, etc.

Submissive König lives for your praise.

When you ride him, he goes absolutely feral, completely at your mercy.

When you sink down on him, he throws his head back into the pillows and moans.

He's a moaner - a loud one at that.

If you slap your hand over his mouth and tell him to "Be a good boy, be quiet for me,"--

He's nutting. Immediately.

He's secretly a massive fan of teasing and edging.

Though, when you carry on to the point that his cock is aching and red and weeping, he'll desperately slam his hips up into you, trying to get some sort of friction - release.

Man's fast af, and he's got a lot of stamina. He can go for hours.

Definitely a quick finisher, though if you demand ask him to hold out for you, he'll try his best.

And if he doesn't...well, he gets extremely whiny.

You overstimulate him , punish him to the point he's crying and sobbing, begging you to stop keep going.

And that's just when you're sucking him dry; if you're feeling particularly cruel, you'll usually wear a long, thick strap-on.

"You're not walking for the next week since you're being such a brat," you say, gripping his hair by the roots and lifting his head so he can hear the venom in your voice.

There's nothing he can do except take an absolute pounding from you, moaning your name into the pillows while his hands are cuffed to the bedposts.

All the while, you're calling him your "Good boy," praising him.

"You're taking me so well, Köni. Making it real easy for me to slip inside your tight little hole."

He'll beg you to stop, plead with you to pull out because he can't take any more, but you ignore him, stretching him out on the thick base of your strap-on.

"You should've thought about this before acting the way you did," you hiss. "I'm not gonna stop until you bleed."

If you feel that he's misbehaved in a way that's invoked your unrelenting discipline, you'll put on this one strap-on that makes König's face break out into fear like a rash.

It's long and fat enough that you can see it bulging in König's stomach when you're fucking him, reducing him to a whimpering, sobbing shell of a man.

Whenever he can tell you're going to break it out, he tries to talk you out of it, tries being democratic and barter with you, but your mind's made up.

By the time you're satisfied, he's passed out, breathing heavily, coated in sweat and cum and completely dead to the world.

You also enjoy using a cock ring on him to make sure he gets absolutely no release, not if he's undeserving of it.

You can practically see the base of his cock swell whenever he's close, ready to burst like a pipe.

But you don't let him cum. Not until you say so.

Gag him. Oh my god, GAG HIM.

König gets off on being completely helpless when he's with you, so if you make sure he can't talk or make a sound, his eyes will be rolling into the back of his head.

"You can try to scream and cry as much as you like; nobody's coming to save you."

But be gentle with him during aftercare :-(; he's very fragile after sex and he just wants you to praise him and tell him he did well.

Bathe with him, stroke his hair, press kisses to his temples and his face will just light up like ☺️.

He feels loved and accepted when he can be his true, genuine self with you, different from the other König he becomes on the battlefield.

And it's the thought of you that keeps him going every day, regardless of how grueling or death-defying the mission is.

He's your "Big guy," your "Teddy bear," and nothing will ever take that away from him.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously :-)

Masterlist Masterlist [Continued] Masterpost Modern Warfare AI Masterlist

AO3 Wattpad

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by the wonderful @chennqingg <3

Taking Risks [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy & Marlo

Summary: A group including Daryl leaves to face the Reapers and to bring back food - much to your dislike. A few fearful days are ahead of you...

Warnings: TWD stuff, angst, tooth-rotting fluff, dad!Daryl, swear words

The Commonwealth Era!

Word Count: 2,6k

a/n: I absolutely love this! I hope y'all are gonna like it as well! 🤗

EoH Masterlist °☆• Daryl Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

"I am honestly not convinced by that plan," you said; crossing your arms over your chest and looking in the round. "Well, we don't have much of a choice, do we? Our people will starve, if we're not going to get that food," Maggie reasoned - and you understood her. Of course you did. You knew what was on the line, but- "I'll go." Your thoughts got interrupted by your husband's voice. You looked up at him, to where he sat across the table on a chair and giving him a questioning and shocked look. "So do I." Gabriel was the next who spoke up; willing to accompany Maggie. And faster than you were even able to say something, it was decided... The group around Maggie, a few of her people, Alden, Negan, Gabriel and Daryl would leave tomorrow morning.

You watched Daryl heading out of the visibly marked conference cabin, the others which were convinced by the idea following. Only you, Rosita, Aaron and Carol stayed behind; all of you against Maggie's proposition and not amused at all - but also knowing that you weren’t able to change their minds.

You took a deep breath, exchanged a worried glance with your friends and left as well; quickly following Daryl. You assumed he was on his way back to your shared house. Logically thinking that he'd immediately prepare his things for the mission - and you were right.

"Daryl," you addressed him; standing in the doorway of your bedroom and watching him packing his backpack. "You can't be serious about that. We both know that this is a suicide mission! If it's true what Maggie told us about the Reapers - which I highly believe, you all are most likely running straight into your death!" Your husband grunted and grumbled in response; throwing a flashlight into his backpack. "Don't ya think I know that, Y/N? I know damn well that tis is dangerous, but we ain't havin' another choice, don't ya see? I ain't lettin' you, the kids and our friends starve." Dog, who laid on the bed watched his parents fight, his eyes darting from Daryl to you and back; wincing softly.

You closed your eyes for a moment; taking a deep breath. "Yes, but... Fuckin' hell, Daryl, we'll find another way! We always do! What if you're getting killed, huh?! What do I tell our sons?!" Your last sentence caused Daryl to stop dead in his movements. He looked over his shoulder; seeing the tears gathering in your eyes. You didn't want him to go.

His face softened, "Y/N..." and he let the bag fall carelessly to the ground, before walking over to you. The archer's hands found your waist and gently pulled you against his body; forcing you to rest your hands against his chest. "I ain't goin' to die. I told ya before and I'll tell ya again... I'll always come back to ya and our boys. I promise."

A single tear ran down your face. "If you don't, I-" "I will, sunshine. Ain't lettin' these bastards take me away from ma family." You answered nothing, just slung your arms around your husband's neck; hugging him. Daryl engulfed your smaller frame; holding you close against his body.

On the next morning - the sun had barely risen, you stood with little Marlo on your arm at the gates towards your home; saying goodbye to your husband. Since it was still quite early and the boy had been too tired to get dressed, you quickly wrapped him up in a way too big jacket and decided on carrying him around - even though he got quite heavy now after a longer period of time. Your youngest had turned already four this year, so no wonder...

Marlo was still halfway dozing off in your arms; head resting on your shoulder. You managed to hold him with one arm from time to time, so that you could run a reassuring hand through his short, Y/H/C curls. Teddy stood close beside you; the teenager watching his father leave as well.

Once everyone was ready and everything packed, Daryl stepped over to you and the boys. You immediately went to hug him, but carefully; sandwiching Marlo between the both of you. "'M gonna be back soon." You just nodded against his shoulder; still not really okay with what he - hence, what all of them were about to do. Then Daryl leaned in for a kiss, which you granted him, of course. "I love ya," he whispered against your lips. "I love you, too." Your voice was shaky; already close to crying again. You didn't want to be this weak and you actually weren't. You just hated to see the man you love leave. You always did, but this time especially.

Daryl's gaze drifted to the sleeping Marlo on your arms. He smiled; cupped the boy's head and pressed a lingering kiss against his cheek.

Last but definitely not least, he turned to Teddy, and without even blinking wrapped the teenager up in a hug - which he gladly returned. "Let me go with ya, dad. I can help. I-I know how to fight." Daryl pulled back and laid both his palms on Teddy's shoulders; shaking his head. "I know ya can. You're strong, buddy and a damn good fighter, but... Nah. I ain't lettin' my son put his life on the line. I need ya ta stay here. Fight for your home. Look after your lil' brother and the other kids, okay? Protect 'em." Teddy nodded; blue-greyish eyes meeting his similar ones. "I will, dad. I promise." Daryl gave Teddy a smile, which the young man returned, before hugging him once more.

After saying goodbye to his friends and of course Judith and RJ, it was time to go. "Dog! C'mon, boy!" The faithful canine let out a loud bark, before following Daryl through the gates.

You couldn't sleep that night. Not at all. Your mind constantly wandering towards Daryl; hoping that this would go well. Tossing and turning in the empty, way too big and cold bed, you gave up. You sat up and searched blindly for the little package of matchsticks; burning the candle which stood on your bedside table. Running a hand over your face and through your hair, you took a deep breath. The scent of Daryl's worn sweatshirt gave you at least a little comfort and caused you to get quite a bit lost in the moment - until you heard small footsteps approaching.

Seems like you weren't the only one who couldn't sleep.

According to the sound of the steps, you were pretty sure that it was Marlo; making his way to your bedroom. Last time you checked on your boys, the little one had snuck into the bed of his big brother and ended up sleeping cuddled against his side. Well, apparently not anymore...

Throwing the blanket aside, you stood up and made your way to the door; cautiously - not to scare Marlo, opening it. You looked down the hallway and saw the flicker of a flashlight heading your way. "Marlo?" You whisper-yelled; trying to get your son's attention. It worked. The flicker of the light moved faster towards you, until Marlo rounded the corner and came to stand straight in front of you. "Mommy..."

You immediately squatted down to be on eye-level with him. His hair was a total mess and his pyjama slightly crinkled. "Baby, why are you up, huh?" You asked; brushing his curls back. "Can't sleep. I miss daddy." Your heart threatened to break at your son's words.

"I know, peanut. I miss him, too." You gave him a half smile and took the boy in your arms. It was a hug Marlo definitely needed.

"Wanna sleep in mine and daddy's bed tonight?" The boy nodded. "Uh.Huh." You smiled, "Come on then." and lifted your son up to carry him inside the bedroom; closing the door behind yourself. "Is your big brother still sleeping?" Again the boy nodded. "Good... At least one of us is able to sleep..." You muttered under your breath and sat Marlo down on the bed. He immediately crawled underneath the covers, and as you joined him, cuddled against your side. You welcomed him with open arms, blew out the candle again and pressed a kiss on Marlo's head.

The combination of being snuggled against you; safe and protected in your arms, and the smell of his father on the sweatshirt you wore, seemed to help the little boy sleep in peacefully. As for you, you still had trouble sleeping... Each following night Daryl wasn't there.

The heavy storm which hit Alexandria was for sure a distraction, but not a very welcomed one... After a night of trying to fix damages in the wall and fighting off intruding walkers, you were more than just exhausted and utterly frustrated. The storm hadn't quite helped your situation and brought more damage than resurrection. You just were glad that everybody had made it out alive... Especially all the kids.

"Y/N, go home and please for God's sake have a nap. You're exhausted. I can tell," Rosita came to stand beside you with little Coco on her arms, as you were helping clear the 'former' Grimes house from all the dead walkers. With a sigh, you dropped the body beside the pile of other bodies; turning to Rosita.

"When was the last time you had a healthy amount of sleep?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Four or five days ago? I dunno..." Your friends face twisted in concern. "It's because of Daryl, right?" You just nodded. "Just can't switch my brain off... 'M worried." Rosita gave you a compassionate look and leaned in to hug you - carefully, not to hurt Coco.

"I'm worried, too. I just hope the price to get this food isn't too high..." You relished in your friend's comfort; nodding once more. "Yeah, I hope so, too."

After retreating from the hug, Rosita demanded again that you should rest. In the end, you gave in; feeling the exhaustion crawl up on you. That was probably the reason why you didn't even make it to the bedroom and just passed out on the sofa; your body forcing you to sleep now.

You slept for hours; almost through the whole day - and Teddy let you, of course. The teenager knew exactly how much you needed this. He wasn't stupid after all. Plus, he had absolutely no problem with looking after his little brother.

Therefore, you did not notice how the gates got opened and the survivors of the dangerous mission returned with the food. Well, until...

"Mom..." You felt a hand on your shoulder; gently trying to shake you awake. "Mom... They're back!"

Teddy's soft voice managed to wake you up; slowly blinking your eyes open, you sat up. "They're back?" You were still a little sleepy; your brain needing a few moments to process your son's words. "Yes, they're back." Once your brain did catch up, your eyes widened; heart rate picking up immediately. "A-And your father? Is he...?" Teddy started to smile brightly; nodding. A relieved breath left your lungs. "Thank god..."

Teddy gave you another sweet smile - the same his father would give you, and nodded to the door. "Go, mom. I'll get Marlo." You returned the smile, of course, and immediately stood up. After pressing a lingering kiss against your son's forehead, you rushed towards the door. As fast as your legs could carry you, you sprinted down the street and straight towards Alexandria's community hall.

A little carriage stood in front of the visibly demolished house by the Whisperer; filled with wooden boxes. Food, you assumed. Beside the carriage stood a lot of people already; all welcoming the survivors home. Your heart sunk at the fact that a lot of them didn't make it back, but then you saw your husband...

He was sweeping up Judith and RJ in a hug, after they had ran to their 'uncle'; happy to see him. You were beyond happy as well, of course. Tears stung in your eyes as you watched him; heart hammering against your chest in sheer joy.

"Daryl!" You almost yelled; a tear rolling down your cheek. Hearing you calling out his name, the archer lifted his head; blue-greyish eyes immediately searching for you. Once he found you, he gave Jude and RJ a last squeeze, before letting go of them and quickly walking over to you.

You met him halfway; throwing yourself into his strong arms. Daryl lifted you off the ground with a sweet grunt; holding you close against his body. "You're back," you whispered through tears and buried your face in his neck; inhaling his scent.

"'Course 'm back. Promised ya I'll always come back to ya, sunshine." He did, indeed. You giggled, still crying and only cuddled closer; clinging onto him.

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly let you down again; his hands still resting on your hips. You looked up to meet his gaze; palms on his shoulders. "You okay, sweetie? You aren't hurt are you?" You asked; immediately scanning his body for injuries. The archer only shook his head and gave you a small smile. "'M fine, Y/N."

You nodded, "Good..." and cupped your husband's cheeks; his stubble scratching your skin. Daryl got the hint, of course, and dipped his head to capture your lips with his in a sweet, yet desperate kiss. You relished in the touch of his lips; feeling how all the worries and fears of the past few days left your body.

You had him back in your arms.

"Mom, dad, c'mon, there are children present," Teddy's amused voice caused the bubble you and Daryl had been in to burst. Your lips were leaving his with a soft pop, as you turned in your man's embrace, seeing your sons standing a few meters away from. Your oldest looked at you with a crooked smile on his face. Your littlest was standing in front of his big brother. In one hand, Teddy held Marlo's hand and with the other he covered the young boy's eyes.

This sight caused you to giggle and Daryl to blush.

"Teddy!" Marlo started to squeal then; trying to claw at his big brother's hand which was still shielding his view. "Wanna see daddy!" The teenager immediately took his hand out of the younger boy's face. "Sorry, peanut. Go ahead."

Marlo blinked a few times; needing to reorientate himself first. But when his Y/E/C eyes landed on his father, there was no holding back anymore. "Daddy!" Marlo started to sprint towards you and Daryl with a big smile on his face and Y/H/C curls bouncing. Marlo didn't care in the slightest, that he almost stumbled a few times over his dad's angel-winged vest he wore, because the leather garment was way too big for his kid body. The archer had left it for Marlo; knowing that he loved to wear it and perhaps helped his little boy to not miss him that much. It worked. It always worked.

Daryl let go of you and knelt down; arms wide open for his son to run into - and Marlo did. "Daddy!" The force of the young boy's hug almost caused Daryl to lose his balance. He wrapped him up in a tight hug; feeling his aching heart healing again. He had missed his family terribly as well.

"Hi, peanut. Ya missed yer dad?" Marlo nodded big times; his little arms looped tightly around Daryl's neck. "I missed ya too, lil' one. And..." The archer stood up with Marlo still wrapped up in his arms and walked over to his eldest; placing his free hand on Teddy's shoulder. "...I missed ya as well, buddy." Teddy smiled; wrapping an arm around Daryl in a half hug. "Missed you too, dad."

You always hated separations. It was never not a hard thing to do - but the reunions were worth all the worries and fears.

Tags: @angelwings-crossbowstrings @mayday2007 @erebus-et-eigengrau @dixons-sunshine @km-ffluv @secretsicanthideanymore @fictive-sl0th @belitoxx @marvelcasey05 @loz-3 @mischief-dream @whore4romance @stitchintimefan @bigbaldheadname @making-the-most-0f-it @0-aubrie0 @sweetz1919 @mikaela-granger @dilfdixon @txtttttttttttttt @stiveroon @cakesandtom

[silent-stories]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

Pairing: Eddie x GN!Reader

Summary: Eddie can't sleep and you find out it's because he has to go back to school after his name was cleared.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mention of scars and bullying

Note: everything i write lately feels just so stupid and without any emotion so i don’t really know how to feel about this :')

When you woke up you immediately realized that something had changed, that something was wrong and when you turned around in bed and found an empty space next to you you understood what it was: Eddie was no longer with you.

Eddie, who would be back in school the next day after the Upside Down and after Hopper cleared his name.

The sheet slipped off your body as you got out of bed, you grabbed one of the shirts Eddie had left on a chair, and slipped it on as you walked down the short corridor of his trailer.

You found him sitting in the dark of the kitchen corner and, if it hadn't been for the moonbeams filtering through the window, you probably wouldn't have even seen him.

He was staring at an indefinite point in front of him, as if absorbed in his deepest thoughts.

"Eddie?" you softly asked, walking slowly towards him.

He snapped his head up, relaxing and slightly smiling seeing you. "Hey sweetheart. I woke you up didn't I? The walls are so thin you can hear every little noise here."

When you reached him, stopping in front of him still sitting on the chair, he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist and push you close to him, between his legs.

"It's not because you made noise, Teddie. My boy wasn't next to me anymore, I could feel it."

He rested his head on your chest for a moment. "I'm sorry." He murmured then.

"Don't be. What woke you up?"

"Fear." His voice was shaky.

"Fear of what?" You reached out a hand, rubbing his shoulder and drawing circles with your thumb, as if to calm him down.

"Of going back there." His voice was thin and almost frightened, like a child's afraid to go to the doctor.

"Eddie-"

"Don't tell me everything will be fine, I know it won't. Those people treated me like shit before everything happened, I can't even imagine what they'll do tomorrow when I'll be back at school. Because even if your cop friend told everyone I was innocent, for the rest of the town I'll always be the responsible, the murderer, the freak. They wanted me dead before, now they want it even more." His eyes were watery and his hands on his waist were now gripping the Metallica shirt you'd put on a few minutes before, as if he was afraid you were going to run away, tired of all the problems being with him entailed.

"So please don't tell me everything will be fine, that no one will yell at me when I'll walk down the hallway tomorrow and that I won't find my locker covered in indelible writing and etchings because I know people can be so fucking mean. And I know tomorrow they will be." His tone wasn't angry, he sounded more defeated, and tired.

Your hand on his shoulder gently moved a few inches, finding the base of his neck and continued to gently caress the scarred skin there.

"I'm not saying that."

Eddie tilted his head slightly, like a puppy who doesn't understand what's going on.

"I'm not saying it will be easy. But I'm saying I'll be there with you. I'm saying that I'm going to sit next to you in every class and we'll walk down those goddamn hallways together. You won't be alone, okay?"

There you were again, showing him what it felt like to be cared for. To be loved. Eddie thought he'd never really get used to that.

He slowly stood up, his hands on your waist softly pushing you against him as he wrapped his arms around you. He left a kiss on your hairline before resting his chin on your head and standing there in the middle of the trailer, just holding you.

"I'm just so fucking scared." He mumbled against your hair.

"I know" your hand gently stroked his back. "I'll be with you. We'll be with you and I won't let them hurt you."

Eddie knew that by "we" you meant all of Hellfire and Corroded Coffin as well.

After a few moments he placed his hands on your shoulders to slightly pull you away so that he could see you in the eyes, and then cupped your face with his hands. His thumbs gently ran on your cheeks.

It was weird not feeling the sensation of the rings that he took off just to go to bed against your skin.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" He asked, now softly smiling at you.

"You tell me that only about a hundred times a day, so I'm not sure yet."

He chuckled and you loved that sound.

You reached up, your thumb carefully traced the outline of his lower lip, engraving the image of him to your heart forever.

His eyes were sparkling in the dark, his skin was lightly illuminated by the moonlight, the scars on his arms and neck looked silver in it and his hair was a total mess but you knew it was one of the softest things you've ever touched in your entire life.

He leaned towards your touch. "I'll say it again then: I love you."

"I live you too." You giggled. "And with that, we should be at hundred and one."

The answer you got was the feeling of his soft lips molding together with yours in a sweer kiss that was somewhere between a way to tell you he loved you and a way to shut you up.

"How about we go back to bed and you try to sleep again?" You asked.

He nodded as your hand slipped into his, as it would every time in the school parking lot until you entered the classroom.

You walked down the corridor again and reached his room.

There, when Eddie rested his head on your stomach and wrapped his arms around you as you ran your fingers through his hair and caressed his back, he thought it didn't matter what happened the next day, what other people said or how they looked at him. You were with him, the Hellfire was with him, his friends, his family was with him and they wouldn't leave him and that was all he really needed.

Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7 @pipsqueakkitten @navs-bhat @michaelfuckinglangdon

[rea-grimm]

Sleep protector Law

Ever since both of your parents died in the hospital, you hated the place from the bottom of your heart and you had such a fear of them that it even affected your dreams. Ever since then, you've had nightmares about that cursed place. Each subsequent one was worse than the previous one.

It was only a matter of time before you developed insomnia and a fear of sleep. You woke up in tears and refused to go back to sleep. This started to limit you so negatively that you even consulted a psychologist.

Despite all of this and all of their advice, you felt like you were stuck at a dead end. No matter what you tried, nothing helped.

You had no idea how it happened but it all happened too fast. At one point you were relaxing in the garden when you noticed a tall man in a pink shirt, red cap and black coat walking by. He was trying to light a cigarette when he tripped, fell over your fence and still managed to light himself.

Now you were at your house and you were tending to the scratches on his hand. You offered him something to drink to go with it and you two started talking. There was something about him that made you open up to him. It's like you're talking to an old friend.

When you confessed your problem to him, you immediately apologized. You didn't want to burden him.

When you said goodbye, he wanted to somehow repay you for your help. But you insisted that you didn't need anything. You escorted him to the door, and then you returned home.

To your surprise, a black teddy bear in a white cap with black leopard spots was lying on the table. The teddy bear was wearing a yellow hoodie with black sleeves and a smiley face in the centre. Blue pants with the same black spots.

You didn't expect something like this. You sat down in the chair and took the teddy bear in your hands. It was surprisingly soft with pleasant material. Plus it smelled nice. You hugged him and rested your head on him.

He filled you with such peace that your eyes slowly began to close. You decided to take the teddy bear to bed with you.

Already the first night that you had the teddy bear with you, you slept peacefully like a baby. You slept all night and in the morning you could say with peace of mind that it was a full sleep. You couldn't even remember the last time you slept this well.

At first, you were afraid it was going to be another sleepless night, having another nightmare about the hospital. You were running from something. You didn't know what to do, but it filled you with terrible fear and despair. You knew if it caught you it would be the end of you.

You ran down the hall and passed one door after another until you finally reached the corridors. You felt trapped, lost. Your heart was racing, it's a wonder it didn't jump out of your chest.

Out of nowhere, a strange sound echoed down the hall and a pale blue light surrounded you. The nightmares were slowly approaching you when you heard new footsteps from the end of the corridor and saw a shadow holding something long.

“Shambles,” you heard before appearing outside the hospital in the blink of an eye. You were standing on the beach and a yellow submarine could be seen by the pier.

Since then, you have been dreaming about this submarine and its crew more and more often. Her captain, an ice-eyed, black-haired young man in the same outfit as your teddy bear, protected you from nightmares. 

He always simply overpowered them and took you into his submarine where you felt safe. He always made sure you were okay before leaving you with his crew who then took care of the rest of your dream. And even though the captain didn't spend that much time with you, you felt he was always there for you.

As your sleep improved, you also had more zest for life and decided to spice up your shopping today. You went through a few clothing and trinket shops before heading out to just explore IKEA. Look around for some inspiration on how to improve the apartment and perhaps buy something small.

You were just walking through the stuffed animal department when you noticed a young man who reminded you of the captain of your dreams. Although he was standing with his back to you and was wearing a black coat, you would recognize the cap on his head anywhere.

Out of curiosity, you moved closer to him and noticed that he was looking at a stuffed polar bear. You stood up next to him and took one too and looked at it. He was quite cute and wore an orange overall. You looked at the young man out of the corner of your eye and at that moment your eyes met. You immediately looked away.

You heard him chuckle before he put the teddy back in the basket and left. You felt embarrassed that he caught you staring. In the end, you brought home a plush polar bear and another plush penguin with a cap, which had another tiny penguin on its head.

During the same night, you dreamed again about the yellow submarine and the grey-eyed captain. This time, however, the crew had two more members. A polar bear in an orange overall and another person in a cap with a small penguin on it. That night you dreamed of a celebration as the two of them were properly welcomed aboard.

You were even joined by the captain who seemed to be in a good mood. You had the impression that after this you were a bit closer again.

You had planned to cook the fish you bought at the market in the morning. But first, you had to remove the scales and then fillet it. You sharpened your knife to make it go like butter.

However, you didn't expect to be so clumsy. You went to work, but the knife slipped on the fish and cut your hand. You immediately dropped the knife and ran for a towel to cover the wound.

Despite your layman's treatment, that is, the hand was bleeding profusely and you were sure it would need stitches. But you refused to go to the hospital for it. You held your bandaged hand up, wondering what to do. 

You felt helpless. Your fear of hospitals was so great that even if you needed help, you couldn't go there. It felt like tears came to your eyes and your knees buckled.

"I never thought you could hurt yourself like that," said a familiar voice. You turned in surprise to see the captain of the yellow submarine from your dreams.

“Law…” his name slipped out of your mouth and you didn't understand what he was doing there. That you'd lose so much blood that you'd hallucinate?

"Sit down at the table, I won't help you on the ground," he said sternly. You just nodded your head in agreement and obeyed him. Law then sat down across from you and had a medical bag next to him that he used to dispense the necessary items.

For the fact that his voice was cold at first, he took your injured hand surprisingly gently. You watched him treat you with almost bated breath. First, he numbed the wound so it wouldn't hurt you unnecessarily before he cleaned it and started sewing it up.

You couldn't follow that anymore and so you focused your gaze on him. At his eyes, how focused he was on his task.

Once your hand was properly treated, he put his tools back into the case, which he then placed on the ground. You leaned over, but you couldn't see the briefcase anywhere.

"Are you still in pain? " he asked you. You shook your head. "Good. How did you even do that? You should be more careful. What if something more serious happened to you?” he started to scold you.

“Sorry,” you said weakly before hugging him. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you. I didn't want to go to the hospital…” and you felt tears forming in your eyes again. You didn't want him to be mad at you. You felt him hug you too.

"Don't cry. I just want you to be safe," he said much more gently. That gave you the courage to look up at him. A fleeting smile played on his lips now before he wiped the tears from your face with his fingers.

Before you could answer him, he leaned closer to you and captured your lips in a kiss. Now you felt like you were in a dream. In a dream, you didn't want to wake up from.

Law Masterlist

Sleep Protector Masterlist

[animentality]

Wishing Gortash hadn’t massacred a room full of people couldn’t be me because the environmental storytelling of it is SO GOOD. You leave the great big coronation hall packed and lively, everyone cheering for their new archduke. You get back out into the city, track down Orin, get your hands on her netherstone. You return to the coronation hall, the room loads in, and wham. The entire hall strewn with blood and corpses. Dead silent. Cultists in full Banite regalia milling around openly, unconcerned. You realise that not a single one of those nobles left the hall after the coronation, after you did, because every single one is lying slaughtered where they were. And it is very very obvious that this is the work of the new archduke who you allied yourself with. For me, it was a moment of oh god, this guy is serious.

And like. You can find TONS and tons and tons of damning evidence for how horrible and corrupt and evil Gortash is all over the city, there is not a single corner of it untouched by him in some way. You have the families of an enslaved labour force imprisoned and tortured. You have that same enslaved labour force dressed up in shock collars! You have a scheme to distribute teddy bears stuffed with explosives, targeting refugee children, just for the sake of instilling more and more fear in the public. And you do get to understand pretty well that these things are all being done not by someone who just delights in violence and chaos the way Orin does, but as the utterly dispassionate, pragmatic ventures of a guy who genuinely does not see people as people (and rather as objects, tools, currency - shapes that might walk and talk but ultimately mean nothing).

But for me personally, even on top of ALL of that, no display of Gortash’s villainy made more of an impact than walking into that room as his ally.

Not because I give a shit about any of the actual nobles themselves, or think it’s technically worse than say giving explosive toys to refugee children, etc. But the slaughter of the patriars has such an impact for me because it’s not talked about. You can’t find a million clues about it or stop it from happening. Talk to any of the Banite guards and they simply tell you point blank what happened. It’s not abstract. It’s not preventable. It happens, and it’s a cold whack in the face for the unwitting player who may have earnestly allied with him. It’s the game saying “this is your ally, by the way, in case you weren’t aware. Even if you foiled his other little plots - found the undetonated teddy bears, freed the Gondians, etc - don’t think that was enough, because this is who he is.”

(And because we don’t SEE it happen, just the aftermath? You get to wonder. Did Gortash step out before this happened? Or did he stand back and watch? Did he find it messy, or did he smile as he watched his steel watchers rip people in half? Did it make him feel powerful? We can probably guess the answers to these questions.)

Anyway Gortash is SUCH a good character and I love him. And if Durge had all their faculties walking into that room and seeing all the murdered people would have brought a tear to their eye, they’d be so proud of him lol

OOOOOooooh absolutely brutally accurate description of Gortash, and YES.

That is the beauty of Gortash's evil. His pragmatism.

The way he tries to pretend he's different than you and Orin, but you can call him out, and say, you're just as bad as us.

And I would LOVE to know if he was there when he killed the patriars too.

He acts like he's so "above it all." Like he's not a Bhaalspawn, killing for pleasure...but sweetie, you are not any different just because you have a Steel Watcher crush a child rather than dissect one.

The people you try to save when you're at the Steel Watch Foundry? Those poor old people and children and families?

All of them are pretty fucking brutal. The Steel Watch are fucking awful. They're not benign robots. They are cruel and cold and emotionless, and they aren't there to protect, only subjugate.

And they're a lot like Gortash himself.

Frigid, with a black and white understanding of right and wrong, only it's flipped, and submitting to authority is the only "right" and any resistance is "wrong" and needs to be destroyed.

And just to go back to him believing he's so "above" the Chosens of Bhaal, or even everyone in general...even with Karlach, when she's enraged, and hurt, over being sold and enslaved, he says, well it was for your own good, my dear girl, let bygones be bygones - stop lying, Gort!

stop pretending you're so above everyone else, that you're this calm, logical man, whose endeavors are heroic, even noble.

They aren't.

You're getting back at a world that abandoned you.

Your entire life revolves around revenge, sadism, and wanton cruelty.

You are not saving anyone. You are dooming those who made you this way.

And that's why I like him.

He is just so...kickable. And evil.

And disgusting.

And I adore him.

He is built wrong, and I like it.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || They Have A Forgetful S/O

GN!Reader

1.6K

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

Chan would ask you to remind him of something all of the time even though you would forget. The two of you were the worst for it, you'd ask him to remind you of something and he'd forget too. You put his forgetfulness down to the lack of sleep but you never had any idea as to why your memory was so shocking sometimes.

"I thought you were going to remind me," Chan grumbled as he rushed out of bed that morning. You were supposed to have reminded him to set an alarm when you got back last night but it had completely slipped your mind.

"I forgot." You hissed out as you bumped your leg on the edge of the bed as you rushed to make it. The two of you were supposed to be at Minho's over an hour ago but you'd slept in and only woken up when Minho called Chan's phone over and over to find out where the two of you were.

"They're never going to let us live this down." Chan laughed a little, quickly kissing you before running to go and get a shower.

MINHO:

"What if they're lying dead in their apartment?!" Minho screamed out, staring at Chan who was trying to be rational about things. You forgot the boys were coming over and had gone to take a nap thinking you had all the time in the world to relax. Only when the boys arrived and couldn't get into your apartment Minho began to fear the worst.

"Try calling them again," Chan suggested but your phone just rang and rang until it went to answer the phone and Minho began to panic about all of the things that could have gone wrong while he wasn't with you.

"I'm about ten seconds away from breaking down the door," Minho hissed out, banging his fists against your door so loud that the neighbour next door had come out to see what was going on. After Minho explained she gave him the extra key - seeing as though she'd seen the two of you together on occasion and Minho let himself and the guys inside. 

"You've got to be kidding." He mumbled finding you sound asleep on the sofa, cuddled up under a pile of blankets and clutching a stuffed teddy to your chest.

"I told you everything would be fine." Chan laughed as you stirred, sitting up and screaming out when you saw all eight boys staring back at you.

"You're the worst," Minho mumbled as he made his way over to you, sitting down beside you.

CHANGBIN:

It had been almost an hour since you'd disappeared upstairs to run a bath for Changbin and he was beginning to worry you'd gotten lost or something silly.

"Baby?" He called out, walking upstairs to find the bath almost overflowing he screamed out, rushing to shut the taps off before trying to find you.

"You left the bath-" He stopped when he found you sound asleep on the bed, curled up on the end like a cat and he sighed a little. Changbin knew your memory wasn't the greatest but he never would have expected you to forget you were running a bath and head for a nap.

"Quick babe the bathroom flooded!" He screamed loudly making you screech and jump up from the bed, rushing to grab towels from the cupboard only to see him smirking at you.

"Did you forget?" He arched his brow at you and you mumbled under your breath, refusing to meet his eye as you went and checked on the bath that had almost overflowed.

"No." You mumbled a clear lie. Changbin stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your shoulder softly as he told you not to worry about it and that accidents happen.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin was used to you being forgetful now and he knew better than to ask you to remind him of something. Instead, he would be the one to remind you of certain things throughout the day. Sometimes it was through cute text messages and other times you would find cute sticky notes around your apartment. Today was no different you'd woken up to find a sticky note on top of your phone reminding you that he'd gone to work earlier than usual and that you were going to be meeting him at lunch. Throughout the whole apartment there were other cute reminders of things you had to do that day, like remembering to call your doctor about some painkillers and also reminding you that it was bin day the next day so you needed to make sure all your trash was ready. It was something Hyunjin loved doing for you, he'd even bought some cute stationery so he could make the notes pleasing to look at.

"Look at you," Hyunjin smirked as you walked into the building carrying lunch for the both of you, laughing a little as he engulfed you in a tight embrace.

"You act as if my memory is terrible, I would have remembered to meet you for lunch," You mumbled, pouting out your bottom lip as Hyunjin chuckled softly. 

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have remembered to bring along all our favourite foods," He teased softly, kissing your cheek as you both headed to go and find somewhere to eat.

JISUNG:

The two of you were like two peas in a pod with your memory. While Jisung forgot the lyrics he wrote you would forget things people told you two minutes later. 

"Don't you remember me telling you?" Chan asked as you stared back at him, a little dumbfounded by the older member who was asking you this.

"No," You whined before hiding in Jisung's shoulder and biting down on your lip. Chan had told you that he and Jisung were going to be doing a small teaching job for younger idols in the industry two days ago. Only today when he went to ask you what you thought about it you'd already forgotten.

"I have the memory of a goldish," You grumbled, rubbing the bridge of your nose out of frustration. You had no issue remembering birthdays or anniversaries but if someone told you something a few days ago it was as though the information would fall right out of your head.

"It's not just me that's forgetful, Jisung forgets the lyrics he wrote," You mumbled not wanting to be dragged down in embarrassment alone.

"You're perfect for each other," Chan teased as he noticed how red Jisung was turning, tickling your sides softly.

FELIX:

Felix would sometimes find it a little stressful when he would tell you about something the day before and you'd forget the next day but he knew you couldn't help it. Like, tonight. You'd forgotten that you were supposed to be meeting the boys for dinner and you'd rushed in after they'd finished eating.

"I'm really sorry, Lixie." You whined out, helping him do the dishes that were left over from their dinner.

"You were supposed to meet them tonight," He pouts a little, it was the night you were finally going to meet all of the members, one of the only nights they were all free and you'd missed it.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just forgot, I even set reminders on my phone but I forgot," You felt completely defeated at the idea of ruining tonight and Felix sighed a little, leaning over and kissing your cheek softly. He knew it couldn't be helped so he wasn't going to be the one to hold a grudge,

"You're here now, lets do the dishes and then kick ass on smash bros," He whispered to you, kissing your cheek softly before you nodded your head at him.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin watched in pure amusement as the boys all freaked out about you not answering your phone. You were supposed to be here over an hour ago and yet you hadn't shown up nor were you answering your phone and it seemingly stressed everyone except your boyfriend out.

"Why aren't you freaking out?! They aren't answering their phone!" Felix yelled as Seungmin bit back a smirk, it was usual for him. You would arrange to meet him, only to forget and fall asleep with your phone on loud - the only issue was that you seemed to sleep through everything.

"Yn is fine, they're always forgetting things." He smirked at Felix who shook his head attempting to call your phone for the 100th time in a row.

A few hours later you finally showed up at the dorms with cupcakes as a form of apology to the others,

"You didn't freak out?" You questioned Seungmin as you heard all of the boy's tales from when they've been trying to contact you.

"I know better than that," He winked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him, you laughed a little to yourself as you cuddled up to him.

JEONGIN:

All of the members knew about your memory and how terrible it was for remembering things and right now it seemed to be the topic of discussion at the dinner table.

"I bet you forget everyone's birthdays as well as basic things then," Minho mentioned casually but you shook your head at him. Remembering long-distance things, birthdays, anniversaries and dates you were supposed to go on holidays was no issue. It seemed to be other things that were the issue for you.

"Nope, I can remember everyone's birthdays. Hell, I can remember my old teachers' birthdays but remembering something you told me yesterday?" You scoffed a little, 

"No chance. I don't get why though. My memory used to be great." You shrugged a little. It was always something that bothered you as to why you had a poor memory but you'd never been able to find any reason behind it all.

"I'm here to remind you anyway," Jeongin whispered, kissing your cheek softly before going to the bathroom leaving the boys to quiz you further on the matter.

tagline: @chiisaiblog @hanasonmi​ @sw33tnight​ @taestannie​ @illicee​ @army24--7​ @acciocriativity​ @scarletemeterio​ @halesandy​ @aerastus​ @lost-leopard-beanie​ @laylasbunbunny​ @critssq​ @pearlygraysky​ @lenfilms​ @btsiguess-kpop​ @meowmeowisdaname​ @imafivestarkpopstan​

[princessbrunette]

s4ep10 spoilers below the cut ♡

jj suggesting his name for the baby oh he’s dyingggg

pope n cleo’s reaction 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

rafe just staring like there ain’t no way ……

jj u are manic babe 🩷

it’s so weird seeing the scenes that i remember seeing the set pics from …….

cleo and jj going head to head on thievery rn

rafe just yelling and being loud asfk

john b dropping all the apples this fool

rafe getting grabbed by the cops 😭😭😭😭😭

“dumbasses” alr uncle rafe settle down

new iconic rafe walking scene just dropped

“hey baby” rafe……

“im just taking care of business okay?” RAFEYYY he said it so gentle .

the way he just randomly purchased a new fit

BEAT GROFFS ASS !!

rafe looking at the cat when it meows at him ijbol

ok like not rafe just randomly scaling a building

LETS GOOO BEAT HIS ASS RAFEEE

jj yelling “frick!” is killing meee

“HOW DID YOU GET THIS” “I STOLE IT” pope n cleo u will always be famous

this british lady so annoying oh just pack it in.

rafe driving that big ass bike thing ok hagrid tease 😍

“holy shit! that wasn’t even close to answering my question!” now

“so now you’re gonna be my bitch” i’m turned on

ohhhhhh no rafe crash out

RAFE SENT HER PACKINGGG WOAH?

jj flashing the gun was sexy asf idk

“your lucks gonna run out one day…” alr we get it he’s dying surely

rafe talking to himself, angry, single, scheming - we are so back

“that’s my brother” OKAYYYYYYY

“youre not the only one who shot teddy bears” i don’t need tbis rn

terrible aim pope. love you tho

sarah not even flinching when rafe held the knife up to her 😭 she was like alr cmon

rafe hug her. come on

AWWW SHE HUGGED HIMMMM LIKE A BABY and he started crying what if i sobbed rn

“ive gone one bullet left” hes better than me cos i would have panicked and kms

CLEO GOT SHOT NO

the way everyone treats pregnant sarah is the way they treat puppy!reader just all the time i fear ….

“coming right up queen kie” i chuckled

jj don’t die.

“i had him” “no you didn’t” “alright yeah” PLEASE

pope tha killer woah….

“im a killer too” okay rafe 😭😭😭😭

i’m shocked jj didn’t die up there

GROFF STABBED HIM??????

poor kie having to go through that :(

“take care of the others, okay?” was so gentle

ohhh my god he died. he’s dead. our boy is dead WHAT THE HELL

the flashbacks ohhhh go to hell

groff you will pay oh my god

oh this is dark

rafe not now 😭

oh my that ending.

next season gonna be crazy, sarah pregnant, pogues turned to killers, rafe and kiara probably gonna end up together lord give me strength .

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

For all skeleton dads - His kid asks him to play a game of Hide And Seek with them. He spends time searching but he can't find his child, they're an expert on hiding.

Undertale Sans - That's fine. He plays along for five more minutes then he utilizes his soul-detection skills to find them. It's only cheating if he gets caught you know. And since he's very good with his magic, you have no way to prove he cheated. Two can be clever in this house.

Undertale Papyrus - That's fine. He's very patient as well. After 20 minutes, Papyrus drawn a plan of the house on the wall that he is now analyzing like a war strategist. He will not lose this battle. You can't hide forever. He set up traps everywhere in the house to make sure you don't move from your hiding place. You won't escape him. Unfortunately, the only thing he caught was Sans, who didn't have the memo about the trap exposition inside the house. But he's not giving up!

Underswap Sans - He loses interest after five minutes and gives up to go do something else. The kid is going to wait a long, long time for nothing lol.

Underswap Papyrus - After ten minutes or so without a hint where his toddler is, Honey starts to completely freak out. He starts to trash the room, screaming after his kid, more and more distressed. Come on now! It's not funny anymore! Come out already, he swears he's going to have a soul attack any moment now!

Underfell Sans - He was starting to panic, imagining hundreds of excuses he would tell his S/O when they got home about how the hell he lost their child, but then the kid simply walked in by the front door. Red then realized that little shit actually tricked him to hang out with their friends outside. He can't believe it. He's so mad! You're so grounded! Go to your room this instant! He's in a bad mood all day, he hates it when people are manipulating him.

Underfell Papyrus - OK, maybe he can understand why. Edge got a little too caught in the game and started to hunt down his child like he did with criminals Underground, acting all creepy and scary. Right now, his child is completely traumatized and refusing to get out by fear they get arrested, led to the King, and executed in the Public Place. Nice parenting, Edge. He's not sure how he's going to explain this to his S/O.

Horrortale Sans - He spends his days searching after things and then not remembering what he was looking for, so he just assumed it was the same. He went to Willow and said he lost something at the park but was not sure what. Then Willow asks where is the kid. AH. Willow starts to freak out, running to the park to find his abandoned niece/nephew who is having a panic attack because their dad literally disappeared in front of their eyes lol.

Horrortale Papyrus - So. That's awkward. He leaned to watch under the table. His back made a horrible popping sound. And he's... Well. He's stuck. He can't stand up anymore, and he's in pain. But that's fine. In a very loud sigh, he calls Toriel for help, to both search his child and, you know, unbreak him. He will remember this hide-and-seek game for a long time.

Swapfell Sans - He's both proud and terribly pissed off. Proud because he's the one who taught his kid to hide this well. But also very pissed off because they ran to hide somewhere the second he asked them to clean their room and now they're playing dead and won't come out, and it's so embarrassing because he has no clue where they are. He's having an existential crisis right now. He's supposed to be the general of the Royal Guard??? This house is not even that big??? Why can't he find his child??? Is he sucking at his job that much???

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh that's fine, he has ways to find them. Like threatening to behead their favorite teddy bear with scissors and watch them crawl out of their hiding place in panic. Or throwing an artificial bomb that smells like a fart in a room without an open window. He's maybe bad at searching, but he's really good at finding people anyway. Added to that, he's very proud of himself.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine gets annoyed very quickly he can't find his child so he's using his soul magnet. Wherever the kid is, he finds their soul and drags them out, and too bad if there's a wall on the road, next time you'll hide in the room where he is standing.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He panicked after long minutes searching for his child and so he went to hide in his closet to calm down. Only to meet face-to-face with his child. Ah. Well, s-still, he needs a hug right now so he comes to hide with you!

[anthroposeen]

tmagp 18 relisten notes

as usual, tma and tmagp spoilers below cut! sorry this one is so late!

celia:

- she was unable to go into work because of a "childcare emergency" but when we see her perspective we know that georgie was watching jack. on top of that, we learn that celia lied about why she left the house- i think its safe to assume it was related to her teleporting/sleep walking and its becoming a more frequent issue

sam:

- hes uncomfortable being around lena even without directly interacting with her, and feels shes impersonal as his boss

- he asked lena about celia's whereabouts, when he could have texted her himself or she could've updated him, instead he chose to ask their boss about it

- the incident is narrated at his desk, and he draws comparison to the recent encounter alice had- both involving a dead woman recounting the strange way she died

- "she was trapped in her greatest fear, which then actually killed her", its interesting that he was able to clock that with the little context he has -> i wonder if this concept was touched on at his time at the magnus institute

- doubling on the previous observation, sam says he thinks something killed them both, as in a singular force is responsible for their very different deaths. i think that he's right, since this follows similar styles of story pacing/information reveals in the past, but my question lies in what this "something" is: an entity, the fear conglomerate? (fear being a whole force on its own, with the denominations being smaller aspects of it), or a reference to the dimensional rift in some way?

- he thinks gwen is kidding around when she says mr bonzo is an external (reasonably) but once she reacts strongly to him imitating the monster, he does seem to reexamine why she reacted that way. but it doesnt appear that he takes her seriously about mr bonzo, rather taking it as a sign of her deteriorating grip on reality

alice:

- she's attempting to pick up teddy's spirits and encourage him, offering to go out for drinks with him, sam, and celia

- she describes celia as "really weird but in a hot way", which can be taken at face value or as an attempt to joke with teddy (seeing as how she describes her brand as irritating yet faintly erotic)

- after her description of celia, she says that she can make teddy forget his obsession with sam, obviously a joke about teddy, but maybe a subconscious example of her own feelings?

- she's very adamant to sam that she wants nothing to do with the incident even if its similar, refusing to turn to curiosity and making fun of him for suggesting she get her red string out

- she seems actually unbothered by the idea that theres likely hundreds of thousands of entities in their world, and explains the likelihood of them being real/how many there are as if shes mulled this concept over before

- it sounds as if shes heard of others (past coworkers) that try to connect the dots between incidents that affected them and it went poorly, with the best case scenario being no more interaction with the encounter

- sam tells her off for ignoring both the incident and gwen's mental state, which she rebuffs by saying she can ignore it and she intends to continue doing so

gwen:

- after some pushing from sam and alice, she actually tries to open up about her issues, but she has a problem with explaining her experiences, making them not take her seriously

- originally, when she feels supported/encouraged, she tells them how she doesnt think the externals are humans, and takes the leap of faith of revealing mr bonzo is one of them

- once sam makes fun of the mr bonzo reveal, she tells him to shut up and curses, running from the office. this is the first time we as the audience really see her break

lena:

- she picks up on sam being unsettled in the break room, but is surprised that its because of her

- "why would i need to talk to you?/ consider my silence as a compliment"

teddy!:

- he was in the royal mint court area around dusk/whenever the OIAR shifts start, and he says he didn't recognize alice (i severely doubt this as she seems the sort of person to be aggressively noticeable even in the dark)

- he tells her that he was in the area for an interview (assuming the other interview he mentioned in a previous episode fell through)

- he seems to be going through a very rough patch financially and mentally, sounding very beat up and not really meeting alice's energy or jokes as he would in the past

georgina barker, the man the myth the legend:

- she's babysitting jack for celia, but it doesnt sound like they live together or like this is an average situation (celia apologizes for taking up georgie's time, and if georgie were the regular babysitter celia would likely have less issues relating to keeping a sitter

- "who keeps taking georgie's face?" im choosing to believe this is a poke at the fans and not a real foreshadowing of her fate. she survived one entire podcast against all odds i do not know if she can survive both

- shes pieced together that celia is lying about what happens and where she goes during these emergencies, insisting that celia tells her the truth (drawing some parallels between how tma!georgie interacted with jon and his lying)

- she asks celia if shes being spied on by the government, this is likely because celia has a civil service job and wtg probably touches on similar stories, but its very interesting that this is the first direction she goes in, rather than a paranormal one (its possible that tmagp! georgie doesnt believe in the paranormal, having never had an encounter with the End, but i find it unlikely shes a full skeptic

incident:

- our second incident to be narrated by augustus! (im not going to draw comparisons between his themes yet since we only have two to draw on)

- the incident follows the post mortem account of a dead woman named violet parker, taken from a medical examiners investigation into her death, related to a case from the london MET police

- her body was found clothed, dehydrated and malnourished, with an ankle injury and worn feet. and, most notably, dead.

- after the autopsy, violet's body began to speak, telling the story of her death.

- no one had come forward to claim her body, i think this furthers the theory that these speaking corpse's are from an alternate dimension (likely tma)

- violet talks about being trapped within a house that has multiple descriptors of tma fears. including mentions of spiders, loneliness, endless corridors, a person asking questions from an alleyway (similar to the angler fish)

- she describes the house as having too many rooms, passages designed to be confusing, so you have to walk endlessly and slowly starve (correlating to the state of her body). she talks about doing deeds and services for the people in her life out of fear they'll abandon her and she'll be alone.

- violet describes feeling like a lone cloud rolling among her peers as a child, and compares their laughter at her to poetry (drawing very clear parallels to martin's brand of loneliness in tma)

- she says that there was a fog that rolled through the house and disguised her and kept her trapped, but also makes reference to rusted nails, rotted wood, and signs of decay throughout its description, a tie to the corruption.

- the house shes referring to had been demolished in her childhood, but she describes it as a manifestation within her, where she wanders it in her mind. this is closely followed with a description of corridors that twist and confuse her, a common attribute of the spiral and the distortion specifically.

- violet says that someone had brought her to the house, calling them a solitary figure that asks questions from an alleyway. this draws similarities to the stranger and the angler fish, but it also reminded me of the archivist (in terms of asking questions and being responsible for bringing her to this nightmare)

- "it doesnt matter, because no one is here now. because i broke my promise." while this incident isn't narrated by chester, this line still hit me as a strong parallel to jon's final arc, and i wonder if it might be a clue as to his current state of being?

glitches/lies:

- "i'll get by", said by teddy to assure alice he's in a stable situation. poor guy

- "sure. maybe." also said by teddy in response to alice proposing they go for drinks if he gets the job. this cpuld mean he doesnt intend to go do that with her, or that he doesnt expect to get the job (or! he lied about being in the area for an interview)

- "ide ran out of baby food" said by celia, lying to georgie about why she left jack alone

- "im not!" said by celia, denying shes lying

[theshelbyclan]

Merry Christmas, Thura 😊 I know it’s probably not happening and you don’t have the time, but could you maybe just for me, as a small Christmas present, write a few lines about Teddy and the Shelbys during Christmas? 😍😍

Thank you sweet Anon, and I wish you all the best too and a blessed Christmas! Just for you, here’s a small bit (just don’t expect too much of it). This takes place shortly after the war, so Teddy’s like 8 in this.

*****

In the bleak midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan…

It was the day of Christmas Eve and Tommy stood outside their house at Watery Lane, quietly smoking a cigarette. He looked up at the sky, where thick grey clouds were gathering: snow was coming in. That was all he needed.

The Shelby’s didn’t celebrate Christmas this year and, if he had anything to do with it, they never would again. They’d celebrated before the war, but after the war, there was no Christmas anymore. The fields of Flanders hadn’t allowed it, Small Heath didn’t allow it and most of all, Tommy no longer allowed it.

Christmas was dead. No more hope and no more light. All there was left now, was: in the bleak midwinter.

Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone…

Arthur came approaching and Tommy looked up. He knew it before he’d opened his mouth: there was trouble.

“There’s been some trouble at the Garrison, Tom,” Arthur explained, “Couple of boys tried raiding the place, knocked Harry about, broke half the bloody bottles in there too.”

Tommy nodded slowly, “So what is it you want from me, Arthur, eh?”

“What do we do, Tom?”

“You know what to do,” he flicked his cigarette away, “Cut them.”

The oldest Shelby nodded, but the hesitation was written all over his face.

“What is it?” Tommy demanded.

“They’re just kids.”

“Kids who fucked with us.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just…”

“For fuck’s sake, Arthur! Just get on with alright? Just grow a fucking backbone for once and get it done.”

“Alright, Tom, we’ll get it done.”

“I don’t have time for fucking soft sentiment, alright?” Tommy growled.

Snow was falling, snow on snow, snow on snow…

Meanwhile, John was working over the books. He tried to get as much done as he possibly could during the day, before he got really drunk.

He looked out the window and saw some children playing in the snow. He looked for Finn and Teddy amongst them, but couldn’t find them.

One boy threw a snow ball at a factory worker, who then slipped and fell over. He cursed loudly and all the children ran away and laughed. John couldn’t help himself and stifled a laugh too.

But then he remembered the bodies piled up in the snow. And somehow, he could see the blood mixed in with the whiteness in Birmingham too. In seconds, the moment had lost all its purity. Now it was just death and decay, hidden in ice.

He took another swig and continued his numbers.

In the bleak midwinter, long, long ago.

“Church starts at nine.”

Tommy coughed a laugh and looked up at his aunt, but her eyes seemed set.

“Arthur and John are coming too.”

Probably not by choice, Tommy thought. And he added, “I have no business with church, Pol, and nothing to discuss with God.” He practically spit the last word.

Polly shrugged, “I’m sure he has one or two things to say to you. You’re going, end of discussion. Teddy is singing.”

Tommy looked up in surprise, “How the fuck did you manage that?”

“I bribed her. Be there at nine.”

What can I give him, poor as I am?

And so the Shelby’s turned up at the church at nine. Not because they wanted to, but because the holy saint Polly Gray, enforcer of all things fearful, had ordered them to. At least Arthur had brought the bottle with him.

People piled into the church slowly, but they left the front most pews empty for the Shelby’s.

Tommy sighed deeply. He had better things to do. They had business to do and money to make. There was no way he was going back to poverty. There was no way he was going to let them walk all over them again.

Because, when they were in the mud, where was God then?

If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb…

John elbowed Tommy and pointed, big grin on his face. When he followed his gaze, he saw one very pissed off little girl in a white dress, standing off to the side near the altar.

Teddy was not happy, and it showed in every way she held herself. Tommy couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Polly must’ve offered her some money…”

“Better still,” Arthur whispered lowly, “She promised her a horse.”

“She always knew how to bargain,” he said not without pride, “Innocent as she may be, she knows how to get whatever the fuck she wants.”

“Innocent?” John laughed, “She’s about as innocent as a wolf in sheep’s clothes. She changed though, Tommy, after we left.”

“Yes, she did. France fucked her up too, even though she’s never even been away from Small Heath.” Bitterness crept into Thomas’ voice.

He never wanted any of that for her. He wanted her to stay small and sweet forever. But he knew that was gone already.

If I were a wise man, I would do my part…

“Move over,” Ada hissed, as she unceremoniously joined them in the pew. “Now will you look at this, the whole family together at church. What the fuck.” Sometimes it was like Ada was physically incapable of speaking without sarcasm.

“Then why are you here?”

“Teddy’s singing. She hates it, so I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” And when her brothers stared at her reproachfully, she added, “Just doing what any good sister would do.”

They were quiet for a little while, but then Arthur leaned over John and told Tommy, “Tomorrow at 11, we’re meeting with that importer I told you about. Charlie’s yard.”

Tommy nodded.

Arthur opened his mouth to talk, but one slap from Polly made him close it again. “No business at church.”

“Why not, aunt Pol?” Ada challenged, “Looking at the size of those golden statues, they’ve done some pretty good business themselves.”

“Ada…” Polly warned.

“Oh I’m sorry,” she continued in her bored tone of voice, “Isn’t that what Christmas is all about? The rich not giving to the poor, but instead celebrating no longer having to?”

Tommy lowered his head to hide his grin. He never liked to admit it, but he had a soft spot for his sisters. They were smarter then all the men he knew combined and they always, always, had something to say.

Life would be incredibly boring, without his sisters doing their part in making his life hell.

But what can I give him? Give him my heart.

The service finally started and the whole procession of pomp and circumstance started. One by one, the Shelby’s sighed deeply and resigned themselves to the next hour.

But after all of that, Teddy stepped forward. She shuffled around a little, uncomfortable, and pulled on her robe that apparently got stuck behind the altar.

She looked back at Finn, who got roped into being an altar boy, and he nudged her forwards again.

Tommy made eye contact with her and nodded. Teddy sighed and rolled her eyes.

“I’ll bet you a pound she’s going to bolt,” John giggled.

“Shut up,” Tommy replied, “I want to hear her.”

And he actually did. It was strange how all his grumpiness and pessimism seemed to have fallen away. And he looked over to John and Arthur, both sending Teddy reassuring smiles. They looked nothing like the bored bastards they’d been only seconds ago. And even Ada, sarcastic detached Ada, fixed her slouch and leaned forward in anticipation. Maybe this is what Christmas was after all: in the middle of the whole fucking chaos of the world falling down around your ears, dropping everything, because your little sister has to sing. And actually feeling warm about it too.

So Teddy breathed in deeply and started to sing, in perfect pitch and angelic voice:

In the bleak midwinter…

[starsoftheeye]

TMAGP 18 Reaction

Pre-Episode

The tags of this episode are worrying me

Based on the tags and the title I think this episode is gonna have something about Alice maybe investigating whatever she saw, or at least being reminded of it

Pre-Statement

Alice!!

Teddy!!

He didn't recognise her? What does that mean

Only faintly?

Creepy basement nightmare factory is a good name for it

ALICE THINKS CELIAS HOT??? PLEASE SAMALICELIA HAS TO BECOME A THING ATP

aw

Sam and Lena hi

pffft im loving lena more and more with each episode

no celia :(

oh no is jack okay??

"it"??? alice and lena can bond over their inability to talk normally about babies lmao

Statement

oooh augustus statement

i cant remember if willow tree close is a name we recognise but i cant find anything on it on the wiki

wdym "i hope she stays silent"??? what does that mean!!

oh thats what that means

shes just built different its fine

wait thats like the lady alice saw. is this a common occurrence?

omg she walked for so long her feet broke and she died of starvation

now im really starting to believe the "talking dead victims are from the fear domains in tma" theory bc how else can you explain this

"can i have a cigarrette" guy from tma?

wait what was that noise. thats the first time theres been a proper noise separating the reader from sounding more human to their usual monotone voice isnt it?

Post-Statement

sam maybe... dont talk to the recently traumatised woman about the case that is extremely similar to her traumatising experience

alice you're deflecting with humour isn't working we know you're traumatised babe

alice youre way too nonchalant about this

sam honey i get you wanna know things but please stop

curiosity killed the cat

oooh is gwen gonna tell them?

omg she actually is

things are happening so fast im very worried

see i'm kinda hoping she doesnt mention mr bonzo because i think if my coworker told me that the weird tv mascot who liked to prank ppl in the 90s was removing limbs then i would think they were insane

oh god she is gwen honey thats the least plausible example you could ever give. like yeah lady mowbray is a human but shes been involved in a case and celia met her too shes a better example to give

oh god i hate the "someone doesnt get believed when telling others about something supernatural" trope but i hate the "someone gets laughed at when telling others about something supernatural" trope even more

samama "doesnt quite get when to quit" khalid everyone

oh gwen honey :(((

"so... that was weird" bro you just made your coworker cry maybe apologise????

i am not liking sam rn im sorry

alice gnot wanting to interact with gwen rn is killing me since shes the only one who could understand any of it but she refuses to get involved and its killing me. girlie you know its real

GEORGIE AND JACK OMG

CELIAAAA HI

oh does georgie not know about celias little sleepwalking/teleporting habit

nvm she might be about to

lmaoo georgie ilysm

[cascodeddeangirlie]

No because what if Destiel was canon when Cas met Cain in that graveyard…

I used the actual script so 99% of the dialogue is not original! Also sorry if the formatting is weird, it’s my first time posting and I’m on mobile.

“It's Cas.” Dean put his phone on speaker. He hadn’t heard Cas’s voice for a good while, but as much as he’d like to keep it for himself, they were looking for Cain. He couldn’t afford to be selfish right now. “Hey, where you at?”

“Illinois.” It was good to hear his voice again. Especially after he hadn’t been picking up his calls earlier.

“Hey, Cas, we got a lead. Cain abducted a Texas death row inmate named Tommy Tolliver.” Sam said, sounding like he barely believed what he was saying. It sounded a little ridiculous, but that was normal for them. This seemed normal. Almost like they were working a case again.

But Sam and Dean weren’t with Cas. They couldn’t see him crouching in the woods, holding a white sneaker that had ‘TDJC’ written on the bottom. When Cas spoke again, it’s nothing close to what they wanted to hear. “He's dead.”

“What? How do you know?” Sam asked, staring at the phone. Dean was worried now, his concern clear on his face.

“Call it an educated guess. Cain has been very busy.” Castiel stood, looking around. The woods where he had been were never really woods at all, just woods surrounding a clearing. A clearing full of freshly dug graves.

Dean’s fear was clear through his voice. “Okay, where are you? We'll come to you.”

Cas felt someone watching him through the trees. He looked around, unsure where it was coming from. “I'll call you back.”

Dean sighed, exasperated, and put his phone in his pocket. With Cas leaving as unexpectedly as usual, he must be okay.

Meanwhile, Cas turned around to find Cain staring at him.

“Hello, Castiel.” Cain seemed unfazed, despite being surrounded by death that he caused. Perhaps it’s natural for the father of murder.

“What have you done?” The angel is appalled, angry.

“These bodies? Just cleaning up a mess I made a long time ago.” He still sounded relaxed. Maybe there was a tinge of regret in his voice, but it was too faint to tell.

“Cain, I know what you were. But you'd resisted for so long.” He was desperate and it showed. He wanted Cain to say something to redeem this, to say he would stop, that he could stop.

“What can I say? I got the taste back.” Cain isn’t moved at all by Cas’s attempt at reconciling him. “With Abaddon's army gunning for me, I had to take up arms again, and I liked how it felt.” As he spoke, he walked closer to Castiel.

“Those were demons. These-” Cas looked around once again. The graves were appalling. The deaths were an abomination. It never should have happened.

Cain crouched down and lifted up a teddy bear. It was muddy and torn apart, and Castiel just knew that it was a small child’s favorite toy. A now deceased child.

“Humans.” Cain breathed out, staring at the bear. “Eh, the Mark thirsts for all kinds.” He lowers the bear and looks away from it.

“This is a massacre.” Castiel’s voice was filled with anger. So many dead. Children, fathers, mothers, siblings, entire families destroyed because they happened to be descended from a killer.

“Yes.” Cain looks up at Cas. He sounds almost dreamy. “And soon it'll be a genocide.” He stood, tossing the bear aside. “My children, my whole poisoned issue. A lot of them out there right now... killers, fighters, thieves, some more peaceful than others. But they still carry it... the disease. If the Mark wants blood, I'll give it mine.” He walked closer, stepping between graves. He seemed peaceful, as though he were simply accepting this as something that had to happen, that he needed to do.

“You'll kill them all? You are Adam and Eve's firstborn. Your descendants are legion.” Cas walks closer to Cain.

“At most, I'm culling... 1 in 10.” Cain said this in a way that attempted to justify what he was doing. To say that maybe it was acceptable.

He earned himself a glare from Cas. “Of everyone.”

“I’ve got time.” Cas’s glare hardened. Cain continued like he couldn’t see it. “How's Dean, by the way? I hear he did good, took Abaddon down.”

Cas looked away, losing his glare. Cain’s expression finally dropped a little.

“He's…not well.” Cain said, realizing. He knew. Cain knew that look. It’s the look his Colette wore. It’s the look of someone slowly losing their lover.

Castiel’s gaze flickered back up to Cain. “Even with the First Blade hidden, Dean is losing his fight against the Mark. If we don't find a cure…He’ll start and never stop.” His eyes wander around the graveyard again. Knowing that one day, he could be standing in another graveyard, but next time it will not be created by someone evil, not by an entity that they are stopping, but Dean. His Dean. His charge, his human, his love. The one he risked everything for. The one he rescued from Hell and reconstructed, saw every single part of his being and soul, and fell for. There was no one else like him and there never will be. Castiel already knew that one day he could lose Dean, maybe in a hunting accident, maybe to old age, something mortal, but not like this. Watching him lose himself was worse. Watching everything that made him fall in love fade was worse. Watching the soul that he sewed back together tear itself apart was so, so much worse. This, the mark, is the worst thing that could have ever happened. “He just needs to stop. I need him to stop.”

Cain saw it. He saw that he had created another one of himself, that he was destroying someone else in love the way he had destroyed Colette. Those eyes, full of fear, sadness, anger, are the same ones he saw when he looked at her. He had destroyed her from the inside out, and now he was making Dean do the same to his angel.

But it was too late.

“There is no cure. I'm living proof of that. But don't worry about Dean. I'll get to him. In due time.” Cain couldn’t apologize, not now. He knew this would happen. He had tried to warn Dean of the consequences. The final thing he knew, the most concrete thing to him, was that there was nothing he could say or do at this point to save this angel from his Colette’s fate, his new fate.

Castiel’s moment of vulnerability with this murderer passed. His angel blade dropped from his sleeve into his hand.

“Sorry Castiel.” Cain’s gaze softened, if only for a second. He had so much more in that apology than Castiel might have realized. “I’m sorry that you have to lose him like this. I’m sorry that I’m going to kill him. I’m sorry that the Mark is taking him apart. I’m sorry…I’m sorry, Colette.”

“You’re not on my list.” Cain said, then disappeared. Castiel was alone. And as he looked around the graveyard, he knew. He knew this could be his future, that Dean could end up leaving him the same way Cain just did, cold and uncaring and only focused on killing.

And he knew he would never be able to stop him.

Thanks for reading :3 apologies if it was ooc at all

[wilbur-e-184]

SPOILERS FOR THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL EP 18

Why does Teddy sound so weird? And how come he didn't notice Alice? I just heard something about a doppelganger theory with Celia..

Why was Teddy around the OIAR? And okay Alice let the man get some word in

Oh shit. Polycol? "She's really weird but in a hot way." Alice? And she does have a weird obsession with Sam?

Sam getting nervous around Lena? Oh dear.

Celia isn't going to be in today? Something about Jack? Lena doesn't even know Jack's name? Oh god. That can't be good.

Augustus? Talking dead woman? Violet? Was it the woman that Alice came across? I think so. So if she was talking, then the police or whatever lied to Alice or something.

Church street? Might be important.

What the hell is Violet yapping about man

A house inside of her? That's.. interesting. Thanks Alex, I suppose

SHE MENTIONS ALICE?

Trapped in her greatest fear when she died?

Okay Alice, quit being a bitch about your trauma

"Then with the greatest respect, your idea is bad, and you should feel bad."

Girl 😭

She avoids it so angrily

Gwen's externals are shitty, I suppose

Bonzo, Sam-

Oh shit Gwen's freaking out and walked out angry

Back with ignoring her problems, thanks Alice

Celia is so lying man. SHE'S STARVING HIM?

I think Celia is "stalking" Georgie because she thinks she's Georgie Barker, probably also why she calls Georgie to watch Jack all the time. But I do want to mention one thing; "Oh no! Who keeps taking Georgie's face?" YOU'RE ASKING THAT TO A CHILD?

Otherwise good episode, didn't have to listen to Chester or Norris drone on for 10 minutes. I'm starting to get suspicious of Celia though. (Not like we all haven't already)