#one day micheal just looked at will and stated sobbing

[serene-winter]

Headcanon that Lee Fletcher had shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes, and after the battle of the laybrinth, Will started growing out his hair as a sort of tribute to Lee

He then cut it off once people started accidentally calling him Lee.

[madnessr]

Last Night Part Two

Poly Lost Boys + Michael x Reader

Synopsis: You still ponder what really killed you, the day you died or the day you lost your humanity. When the dawn becomes something you'll never see again, will you ever be able to accept your new nature?

Summary: Micheals Ex-Girlfriend received a concerning phone call from Lucy begging her to come and check up on a now distant and unrecognizable Micheal. But what was meant to be a simple reunion and check-in, instead leads to four very rambunctious bikers and an old lover, to be extremely opposed to letting you leave again.

Warning: Animal mutilation, blood, blood drinking, minor injuries, hurt/comfort, some angst, grinding, murder, corrupted representation of Christianity 

Part One

Word Count: 10k

There will be no explicit or detailed smut because I wanted to keep this fic gender neutral! I'm sorry to anyone who expected some spicer scenes with our boys!

Your comments and reblogs mean the world to me and motivate me to keep writing! Please keep leaving them since I love to read them! This will be the final chapter in the"Last Night" series since I'm dying to write about something new. Let me know what you thought of this!

If you needed to explain how you were feeling, the best way to describe it would be in a state of constant panic. Your mind was throbbing, eyes catching onto everything, yet nothing simultaneously. You had become all too aware of the rising sun, the bright light blinding you. Planting a powerful migraine against your head. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't feel but felt everything at the same time. Heard nothing but could make sense of the squirrels hopping from branch to branch. You cried, utterly unaware of where you were. In that moment of panic, when that monster finally let you go. You didn't look back; you didn't stop until you felt like you had put enough distance between you and Santa Carla. 

You sat somewhere in the forest, crawled against a tree as if the wide bark would somehow hide you as you wheezed for air. The moist soil underneath you tainted your pants, leaving you looking exactly how you felt. Some of your blood had soaked up into the top of your shirt, while the rest grew dry and uncomfortable against your skin. 

Your body ached. Your teeth burned, and so did your hands. Glancing down, you nearly threw yourself back into despair at the sight of your sharp, nail-like claws. What happened to you? And most importantly, what were you now? 

You couldn't help but wail, your knees pressed tightly against your chest as you wrapped your arms around yourself. As if you could protect yourself from whatever was happening, even though you knew how nonsensical that hope was. It still provided some comfort for you. 

You had stayed in the position for hours, and although your sobbing was long replaced with tiredness, you tried staying awake. But something about the sun forced your eyes closed, and when you opened them once more, the sun was setting, and your throat burned. You groaned, sitting up from your lying position. You didn't know what to do; you couldn't return to Lucy's, especially if she had something to do with this. The thought made your stomach tie itself in knots, a sinking feeling nearly pressing you against the ground. How have you gotten yourself into this position? 

How could anyone do this to you? Your fists balled at the thought, your sharp nails slicing into your palm. You slowly got up, stumbling around for a little. You could hear so much, could see more precisely than ever before. It gave you a massive headache; some part of you just wanted to curl up against the tree stump and wake up from this nightmare. But you couldn't, no matter how much that thought broke you. This was real; whatever was happening was real. 

You stumbled aimlessly through the woods, trying to figure things out away from the rest of society. A part of you felt safe, knowing that he couldn't find you in the middle of nowhere. The sharp sound of a twig snapping pulled you out of your thoughts, predatory eyes instantly zeroing in on the location the sound originated from. The sound came from a bush, the leaves rustling as something clearly nudged and navigated through the shrubbery. You stood still, not trusting yourself. A peculiar itch, almost like a nervous tick, urged you towards the noise. Your hands craved for something, your teeth ached, and your throat felt dry. Your body screamed for something you didn't understand or refused to recognize. 

Your breath caught in your throat as a small, brown bunny peeked out from the bushes. Its small button nose twitched as it sniffed and analyzed its surroundings. It's cheeks made the whiskers flick, small paws tapping the ground several times before dedicating the mossy floor save enough to hop on. You froze, that nagging urge growing into a raging protest. Before you could even hesitate to question the simple thought, you pounced. The small, high-pitched screech of the bunny brought tears to your eyes as you gripped it. Getting the small fluffy body to your mouth and biting into it. The tiny creature uttered another small cry before going silent, its previously kicking paws and legs halting before slowly sinking and stilling completely. But you didn't care; you couldn't, not when that god-awful nectar was pouring down your throat. Calming the fire, quenching your pain, all through the price of another. 

You were messy, and the grip of your jaw was so fierce that you could hear several crunching of bones under your grip. You gulped up whatever you could, blood dripping out the corners of your mouth, trailing down your neck, and staining your shirt collar. You sucked until nothing came out of the poor bunny anymore, letting go and looking down at the life you just stole. Realization dawns on you like boulders, dropping the poor lifeless body and beginning to weep. You killed something; you killed that bunny. You felt hysterical, hands twisting themselves in your hair as you hyperventilated. The word monster takes the form of a mantra, marching to the beat of your racing heartbeat. 

The burning in your throat died down but was quickly replaced by the aching of your heart. Mourning what you had done it took you nearly an hour to calm down. You had tried wiping and scrubbing off the blood on your body, most likely smudging and making your appearance much worse, but at the moment, all you wanted was that crimson color off of you. It stained, and you weren't sure if you could ever indeed wash it off. It didn't stain your skin, but your soul would bear this mark for eternity. 

You gently shifted the bunny, starting to dig a small hole beside the bushes it hopped out from. Your appearance couldn't get any worse now, blood and dirt-stained clothes. Grimy hands, the dark soil stuck underneath your fingernails. When considering the hole deep enough to prevent any predator from digging up the carcass, gently lower the bunny, covering it with dirt and patting the ground flat afterward. You sat before the makeshift grave, not knowing what to think or feel. There was too much, and as you sat rooted to the ground, you tried figuring out what to do next. A small thought came to you: if anyone could help you now, at least give you refuge, it would be the church. Wasn't that their whole shtick? Providing aid and guidance in moments of doubt, because if that was the case, you'd be a perfect candidate for practicing their moral codes.  

But you had spent nearly the entire day wallowing and mourning your old life, who you were, and fearing what the setting sun made you. No, showing up the way you were now, covered in blood, was a sure way to send a raging mob after you holding pitchforks and blazing torches. You needed to find shelter, hide out the night, and adequately recuperate. But you had no money, and you'd rather die than return to Lucy's home. 

Was that why she had actually brought you here? The thought made your skin colder than it was, but an even worse thought crossed your mind. Twisting your heart in a brutal, vice-like grip. Did Michael know?

Time seemed to tick past you at that moment, the singing breeze creating a symphony of rustling bushes and leaves. It all moved through you, past you, like you weren't really there. You didn't want to breathe, think, or even consider that thought a possibility. Micheal had always been a lousy liar. Currently, that was the only knowledge you had to ground yourself. You tried to control your breathing, but with your rampaging thoughts and the subtle taste of copper in your mouth, you just couldn't. It wasn't that easy, and looking ahead simply felt too overwhelming for you. So, you took things step-by-step, figuring the first thing you could do was get out of this damned forest. 

So, you began walking straight ahead following the setting sun. The orange hue occasionally broke through the thick foliage of branches and leaves. Cascading delicate beams of light onto the mossy floor, the beauty of the sight calmed you. It felt separate from the rest of the world, like a slight pause for you to soak up before returning to the never-resting society you belonged—or instead, used to belong to. 

You couldn't tell how long you walked or where you were, but you knew you had finally made it when you saw the flash of car lights. The sun had finally died for the day, lessening your headache considerably. You finally made it to a gravel-like road, not having any official pavement but clearly hardened from car tires throughout the years. You watched as the car drove on, hoping to follow it to a more populated area. You let the path guide you. You had to be careful; the course contained so many depressions and holes in the ground you didn't want to accidentally twist your ankle. With your current streak of bad luck, you wouldn't put something so ridiculous above you. The longer you walked, the more you couldn't help but wonder how anyone could travel down this path in a car without getting incredibly motion sick. 

However, when you finally saw a house in the upcoming clearing, you weren't greeted by the gradual introduction of neighborhood streets but instead a large farm. Fields and crops litter the area to your left, while pens are to your right. No doubt about yielding livestock. The area practically reeked of cows in the most unpleasant way imaginable. But you found yourself relieved; a farm like this wouldn't have the toughest surveillance to beat, if any, and you felt safer knowing that. You snuck around, keeping yourself hidden as you watched the farmer exit his truck and enter his home. 

You could see so much clearer if the sun had never really set. You glanced around before you found a wooden barn on the south side of the field, rushing your way over and trying to pry the rusted doors open. It didn't work, at least it wouldn't if you didn't want to rip the door off its hinges. You walked around, seeing a broken window. Small, sharp jagged pieces of glass still stuck out here and there, but you managed to lift yourself through it. Not without a complimentary scratch, a low hiss escaped you as you glanced at your cut arm. Your eyes watched as your blood cried from the cut, and a sick part of you was tempted to lick it clean. 

The barn was clearly too old to still be in use; the only company you had was heaps of hay, creaking wood, and a roof that threatened to collapse onto you any minute. The barn had two stories, although the second story only covered one-half of the first floor, a long unstable ladder leading towards it. You had come so far, and the thought of being above viewpoint was somewhat comforting. So, you carefully climbed up the ladder. Letting out a sigh of relief when you made it, throwing yourself onto a lump of hay in the far corner. You felt hidden, away from anything or anyone. 

"They ought' to be here!" Paul exclaimed, clearly exasperated and exhausted from this situation. They had been looking for you all night, neither of them being able to get an ounce of rest knowing you, their mate, had gone missing in Santa Carla of all places. They had traced your steps the next evening when you failed to show up, following your faint scent into a shady alleyway. To say Marko nearly hyperventilated at the smell and sight of your dried blood was an understatement. They were all beyond worried, sick to the bone. Their only consolation is that you were alive; they would've felt it had your bond died. No, you were still alive, and they couldn't rest until they found you. 

"I smell it too; it's faint. They must've been here; their blood must've dried a while ago." Dwayne hadn't spoken a word since you went missing, only ever speaking up when he needed to. He had to remain calm; in a situation like this, David and the others needed a rock to ground themselves on, and despite the emotional anguish he felt, clawing at his heart to cry out for you senselessly, he remained stoic. 

"Search the area. I don't care if you have to stick your nose in the filthy soil; find where the scent leads." David growled; he felt the worst out of everyone; he felt a horrible, cumbersome chain tying itself around his throat. Guilt. He was the coven leader; his job was to ensure his mates were safe. He was immortal, a god-damned creature of hell, but what was the point of being invincible if he couldn't even protect the people who mattered? He shouldn't have let you go that night; he shouldn't have listened to the others. It was in his instinct to take you with him, to keep you in his sight, safe.

 None of them really conversed much since you disappeared, sure they were all mates, but your absence left them incomplete. If the conversation wasn't about finding you, they didn't have it.  

Micheal was fairing the worst, an undeniable feeling of guilt similar to David's settling on his body. Sure, David was supposed to protect everyone. But ultimately, he was the reason you came to Santa Carla in the first place. Maybe if he had hidden it better, his adjustment to his new life, his mother would've never sent you here to hell city of all places. 

Marko couldn't stay still; he had even tried some of Paul's more vigorous weeds to keep him calm. But he couldn't, rushing from place to place like a frightened cat. Some might mistake this as hyperness, but the boys knew the real reason. Pure, unfiltered anxiety. Like a bunny hopping from place to place, a weasel who can't stay still, Marko found you first. Sleeping in a curled, protective form, body covered in several pieces of hay. But the sight of dried blood over you, not hearing your heartbeat, his world crashed down onto him. 

“Y/N?” His voice was croaked, raw from emotion. The simple word, breathless as it was, caught the attention of everyone. 

Marko kneeled, letting his hand ghost your shoulder and arm before shaking you. Seeing your eyes open, as tired and irritated as they were, brought such relief to him that he could cry. However, Paul was a step ahead of him, being the first to join Marko in fussing over you. 

David, Dwayne, and Micheal followed soon after. Dwayne wasted no time helping you sit up, carefully inspecting your body until letting his eyes land on the cut on your arms, studying it carefully before grabbing the cloth tied around his waist and making a makeshift bandage to prevent dirt from coming into your wounds. 

"What happened to you?" Micheal finally piped up, grabbing your hands and inspecting the dried blood. He only let out his own breath when he realized it wasn't your blood. He pulled you into a tight hug, his hold tight and unrelinquishing as he nuzzled his head into the top of your hair. 

"Stop hogging her!" Paul complained, shoving Micheal off. It wasn't anything too forceful, more like a nudge. When Micheal pulled away to fight with Paul, Marko swooped in and pulled you into his arms. Taking on a similar position to Micheals. "You made us worried." He murmured into your neck, giving you another squeeze to reassure yourself you were there. Safe in his arms again. 

All the boys had been so ecstatic to see you; even David's shoulders dropped as he sighed of pure relief. But he was more analytical than the others; he recognized the lack of your heartbeat. The way blood seemed to cling onto you, he could sense it. Somehow, you had become a vampire. The thought made him cold, even more, frigid than he already was. No, his anger was blazing, but it did not radiate a scalding heat but the opposite. His fury was glacial. 

"Wait outside for us." His authoritative voice commanded, sending silence across the shabby barn. They all send pleading looks toward you before slowly leaving. Dwayne grabbed David's shoulder, reminding him to be gentle with whatever the bleach blonde had planned. When the boys had finally left, you felt your ability to breathe return. You had been so overwhelmed, thousands of thoughts and questions running through you. Why weren't they afraid? You were a bloody mess! You could understand Micheal looking for you, but the others as well? 

Your small moment of relief was quickly replaced with dread as you realized you were alone in a room with a man you couldn't bring yourself to lie to. It was silent, the sound of singing crickets seemingly decorating the night air. It would be relaxing if you didn't hate the oppression its silence came with. Slowly getting up, you winced at the reopening of your cut. 

David slowly walked over, carefully reaching out and cupping your cheeks. He stayed like that momentarily, simply soaking in the sight of you before him. Eventually, his hand traveled lower before pushing down the collar of your shirt, revealing the two puncture wounds that changed your life forever. His eyes flashed yellow, a low, animalistic sound escaping him. 

"Who?" 

"What?" You snapped yourself out of your lost haze, finally meeting David's cold stare. It wasn't directed at you, but you, unfortunately, didn't know that. 

"Who did this to you?" 

The question seemingly transported you. Back into the body of a helpless individual, losing their lives in a dingy alleyway. The fear, the panic, it made you crumble. Your knees went weak as you wobbled back onto the floor. "I—" you struggled, trying to put on a brave face in front of such stern eyes. "I—I didn't know them." 

That answer provided a scowl to erupt across David's features, a feeling of uselessness washing over him. How was he supposed to avenge you if you couldn't give him anything to work off of? He sighed, his mind wanting to push further, but a simple glance at your quivering form prevented him from doing so. "Come on, rosebud, let's get you somewhere safe." He eventually settled on that, watching you stumble before picking you up. If he hadn't pushed you enough tonight, he lifted off the ground to reach the bottom, and promptly, the outside of the barn sent your mind reeling. 

You wanted to run, but the feeling of being in someone's arms. Someone you knew, someone who felt oddly safe to you had you staying. The boys glanced at you two, Dwayne coming over and taking you from David's arms. He saw your weak and drowsy state, his heart clenching at the sight. "She hasn't had enough blood." He started calmly, watching you soullessly rest your head against his chest. "We'll give her some in the cave, then she'll be able to recover someplace safe." Dwayne nodded at David's statement, readjusting you in his arms. The movement prompted you to open your eyes, the smell of his leather jacket oddly settling to you. "Get some rest Y/N; we'll take care of you now. You'll feel better soon," you nodded slowly. Closing your eyes and resigning yourself to whatever the future holds for you now. It couldn't get any worse anyways. 

"Are they still sleeping?" 

An exasperated sigh echoed throughout the cave, Dwayne rolling his eyes before rubbing his temples. "You asked five minutes ago; yes, they're still sleeping!" 

A loud hush followed from David and Micheal, both scolding the two for talking so loudly. Everyone was on edge; you had slept for nearly two days now. And although odd sleeping patterns weren't rare for fledglings, you were a neglected fledgling, which provided them all with many concerns and worries. The birth of a new vampire was often labeled as a fledgling, as in the eyes of vampires, you, and your very unique nature, was akin to that of a baby. Similarly to neglecting babies upon birth, they weren't sure what consequences you'd suffer from upon waking. 

"David, we need to wake them. They need to feed." Micheal chimed in, his need to coddle you almost overbearing. Although the boys had given him a fair share of tough love, they made sure his fledgling stage was a healthy one. He was more moody than ever, but changes like those were common for at least a year after turning. Although David acted the coldest, he had been the most persistent that Micheal was feeding enough and adequately. A complete mother-hen in denial. 

David sighed, getting up from his wheelchair-like throne and making his way over to the bed you and Dwayne were snuggled in. The sight would've warmed his heart if the circumstances would've been different. He walked around before settling down on the edge of the bed closest to you. He gave Dwayne an approving nod, "Wake them; they've rested enough." He whispered, gently stroking your cold cheek before pulling away. His poor rosebud. 

Dwayne gently shook your shoulder, shifting you off of him in order not to scare you when you woke up, watching you slowly stir awake, blinking the fatigue off of your cute expression. 

For you, it has, somehow, gotten worse. 

Waking up, you felt feverish; your body ached similarly to how it had done hours ago. When you had—had killed that bunny. 

Your hand instinctively clutched at your throat, trying to somehow dull the ache. Your hearing was blurred, but you heard distant hushes and orders before fully coming too. Your eyes focused on the concerned figures of David and Dwayne, practically looking over you as Dwayne took your hand away from your throat, hushing your pain-fueled whines. "Shh, it's okay. You're okay." Dwayne's soft but stern voice seemed to stabilize you, but the familiar need left your body twisting and shifting. Every little muscle felt utterly uncomfortable, aching torturously. 

David gently combed his fingers through your hair, trying his best to calm you down. Seeing his mate, his little vampire, in such distress ruined him. "It's okay, rosebud, we're here to help." He hummed, glancing at Dwayne as they silently communicated. They slowly helped you sit up, watching the way your hand unknowingly sharpened its nails. Your body prepares itself for a meal. 

"What's happened?" You stammered, hating the way you were losing control. A deep sense of fear washed over you, draining into your being. "I—David, Dwayne—"You couldn't form a proper sentence, but the words you did manage to say put the two eldest vampires into a protective frenzy. 

Dwayne hushed you, gently rubbing a soothing pattern against your back. David already shrugged off his jacket, shifting his shirt to properly expose his neck to you. He watched with narrowed eyes how your gaze halted against his suddenly exposed skin, watching the small bob of your throat as you swallowed at sight. 

Dwayne gently cupped the back of your head, nudging you towards David. "You're hungry, baby; look at David. He's offering you a meal, sweetheart. You'll feel better once you feed; trust us; we'll take care of you." 

Your unsure gaze flashed between them, that odd feeling once again tugging at you. Your body, more than ever, felt pulled to them; they gave you comfort. A need to be with them, and in a moment of weakness, you thought yourself giving in to them. Letting your body get pulled; once close enough, David snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to practically be sitting in his lap. You inhaled the sweet scent that seemingly surrounded David, making your tense shoulders loosen, your body easing into the comfort that David provided. The bleach blood rubbed your back, trying to soothe you further. "Come on, rosebud, let those instincts take over." 

The two could tell you weren't going to take a bite on your own, your mind and body too perplexed to accept the reality of your situation. Dwayne reached over, letting one of his fingernails extend into a claw-like shape and making a small slash at David's neck, letting his crimson blood trickle from the wound. 

As if the smell and sight triggered your buried instincts, you latched onto David's neck. Your fangs pierce the skin with a painful clumsiness typical for a fledgling. But the sound of your eager gulps had both of the vampires relaxing, Dwayne gently moving your hair to one side as David held you close. "That's it, good job." The blonde praised, keeping a firm but caring grip on the back of your head, not letting you go until you had a full feeding. The praise, the touch, and the comfort from both of them allow you to fully relax. Letting out small sighs of relief as you drank greedily, gulping down the sweet crimson from David. Letting his blood calm every screaming nerve inside you, replacing the dull ache with a welcomed high. "Good job, sweetheart; see how good it feels to feed?" Dwayne's voice cooed gently into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

It took a while before you unlatched from David, his blood messily spread and smeared across your mouth. The sight nearly made Dwayne coo at your adorable form, your eyes a little glassy from feeling so overwhelmed. David, on the other hand, felt overly satisfied, watching your relaxed state of a post-feed high, gently nudging you to lay back down. 

"What a messy little fledgling you are." He teased softly, chuckling as he watched your eyes droop. Now that your needs have been met, you feel an unexplainable tiredness, the suddenness of your exhaustion setting your nerves off once more. Before you could push yourself up again, Dwayne guided you back down. Covering you in a blanket, "Sleep baby, it's normal to feel tired after such a big meal." 

You nodded, at that moment, not overthinking. "We'll be here when you wake up; rest now, rosebud." You heard David's voice whisper, the two vampires watching you drift off into a peaceful slumber. 

Once they were sure you were fully asleep, they slowly crawled out of the bed. Greeting the upset-looking vampires in the main hall, all angry about being benched by the oldest. "Why did you get to feed her?" Marko cursed, casting an irritated glare toward David, who sat back down with smugness. Flashing your sloppy bite mark off to the others with pride. "Because I'm the oldest and our coven leader Marko." He explained calmly, reveling in the jealousy of others. 

Paul groaned, having laid himself back up on the couch. His head was hidden in one of the cushions. "They probably looked so cute.." Dwayne smiled, your hesitance and gradual acceptance being awfully adorable in his eyes. "They sure was." He mused, making both Marko and Paul groan. 

Micheal sighed, a part of him just glad you ate. But he feared for what you'd be like after waking up from your nap, with a clear head this time. Would you hate him? Indeed you couldn't accept this life so quickly; among all of them, he was the only one who didn't see this feeding as acceptance. He knew you still had a lot of things to say, and none of the boys were ready to hear it. 

When you woke up again, your body felt better, stronger, and more rejuvenated. You couldn't really remember what happened when you woke up the first time, only having a hazy memory of David and Dwayne being by your side. You sat up, looking around you and the bed you were In. The sheer curtains around the bed didn't let you see anything besides silhouettes around the cave, prompting you to get up and shift out of bed. 

You glanced around, analyzing your surroundings. When did you get inside a cave? You could hear distant chatter, following the sound until you entered the central part of the cave. A decrepit fountain in the center of it all, your steps echoing across the stone floors. 

"You're awake!" Paul perked up as he turned around at the sound of footsteps, grinning as he saw you. He waved you over, watching your confused stare before finally making your way around and sitting down on the couch beside him. The couch cushions were soft and overused, letting you practically sink into the pillow-like cushion. 

"How do you feel?" He asked, his eyes carrying the familiar blown-out expression you were used to. "Right now? I'm surprisingly fine." Paul grinned at the answer, taking a quick drag of his joint before moving closer. "Now that's all I ever want to hear, baby." 

"Piss off, you crack-head!" Micheal hissed, shoving Paul's face away from yours. You jumped at the sudden intrusion, standing up from the couch. "Micheal, we need to talk." You said sternly, ignoring the way Paul cackled behind you two. 

The brunette nodded, walking back over to the bed the boys had set up for you. If David returned from his hunt early with Dwayne, the two overprotective vampires would roast him alive if they found out he had taken you out of their nest. He slid the curtains closed, trying to regain a semblance of privacy for you. "Okay," he murmured, crossing his legs as you two settled on the bed. "Hit me with it." 

You sighed, initially wanting to leave wherever the hell you were. But you didn't seem to have the strength to settle back on the bed, sitting criss-cross and fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "What the hell has been going on? I mean—what am I? What are you?" Questions kept escaping you like a bunch of word vomit, making Micheal hold up his hands to try and silence you. 

"Slow down," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't want to hurt you with this information, but he knew it was a hard pill to swallow. 

"Firstly, you're a vampire. We're not sure from who, but someone had turned you. The act is done by being bitten and then promptly consuming the other's blood." 

As if the world didn't feel like it was falling down onto your shoulders, the cumbersome weight of your malicious reality certainly did wonders in keeping you in a constant state of disparity. You didn't want to believe Micheal, but you knew better than to sit in a puddle of denial. It wouldn't change a thing; you'd just drag out the pain longer. Before you could properly grieve your past life, the two devil twins came barging into your space. Jumping onto the mattress, making all of you bounce into the air before landing not so gracefully against the mattress. 

"Jesus Christ, you two! Will you chill out? This ain't exactly easy for her to take in." Micheal argued, sitting back up with an irritated stare. But there was nothing much his words could do as the two blondes surrounded you. 

"Cheer up, sugar! Being a vampire ain't all that bad; we can do some pretty cool things too!" Marko cheered, his energy quickly matched by Paul as they tried to cheer you up. They couldn't stand the sight of you sulking, no one in the cave could, but everyone was so preoccupied with your situation that even the century-old immortals didn't know what to do. 

But you still couldn't get over the fact that you now had to kill people; what had happened to you filled you with such rage that you didn't know what to do with yourself. You had been wronged, and every fiber of your miserable being wanted to rip whoever did this to you apart by the seams. "Mhm, sounds great, Marko." You murmured into the crook of your arm, not really paying attention as you sat curled up on the bed. 

Both Marko and Paul glanced at each other at your dull response, Paul's expression contorting to one of worry. He wasn't the best at comforting you, especially since he had wanted his turning, and although the thought of someone else harming you made his blood boil; in secret, a deeply-hidden part of him was glad. Now you were like them and could live together for the rest of your immortal lives. The two glanced at each other before nodding, bouncing off the cave and hiding behind the sheer curtains. 

You hadn't even noticed them leaving, or at least you didn't acknowledge it. But the sound of subtle little squeaks had you lifting your head, letting out a small gasp of your own as you were bombarded by two blonde bats. One had fluffy blonde hair, while the other's fur appeared more curly, no doubt being reminiscent of the two blonde bikers. "Paul—Marko?" You called out, getting little chirps back in return. Paul flew around you a couple of times before landing on your head, making a mess of your hair. Marko didn't sit still, flying around you, giving you a slight nip here and there to keep you on edge as you laughed. 

"I didn't know you could turn into bats!" You laughed, for a moment finding paece in the distraction the two provided. The sound of your small laughter provided the cave with an unseeable light, but all of them could feel it. Paul and Marko flopped back into their human form, grabbing your arm and hoisting you off of the bed. "Come on, darlin', you can do it too!" Paul cheered, Marko, nodding eagerly as the two distracted you. 

Dwayne put the bag of clothes he had gotten for you in his hand down, letting his feet drop to the floor with David's. He let out a sigh, getting up and walking over to the two terror twins. "So she can fall onto the cave floor?" He asked, his disapproval clear in his authoritative tone. 

"Lighten up, Dwayne! So you fall a little; what's so wrong with that? It's all part of the fun." Marko argued, mentally challenging Dwayne. Everyone knew their intention was to distract you, and although Dwayne couldn't stand the sight of you sulking, he wouldn't put you in danger, either. He prefers you brooding then having to you see your body black and blue from screaming bruises. 

"You call falling on your ass fun?" Micheal chummed in, letting his body rest against the headboard of the bed, dramatically rubbing his butt to lighten the mood. 

"Not everyone is as bad as you are when it comes to flying, Mikey," Paul argued, rolling his eyes. 

"She shouldn't transform until she's had a proper meal." The authoritative voice of David chimes in, effectively ruining your mood. You wanted to stand up and argue with the blonde, to stomp your foot into the ground and demand he stops commanding you. But you were out of your element here; even if you wanted to be stubborn, you're just hurting yourself. "I am not killing anyone, David." 

You watched his cold eyes narrow at you, wanting to watch you waiver, but seeing the resilient look on your face made him sigh. He pulled out a cigarette in a desperate attempt to calm his nerves. His little mate was denying themselves proper health, and although he might act uncaring, it was worrying him sick. The boys had agreed to give you some time to adjust, but as the coven leader, it was his job to assure the health and safety of all his members. Especially you. 

"Don't worry about it; you can still drink from us whenever you feel hungry." Micheal hummed, his tone gentle and reassuring as he rested his hand on your shoulder. Gently rubbing the tense muscle as you settled back into your seat. You nodded, cringing subtly at the idea before deciding to drop it. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Paul's sultry voice echoed in your ear, making your hands twitch with an unfamiliar itch. Excitement spreads through you, filling you with a sense of adrenaline. You slowly realized what position you were actually in, Paul lying underneath you, your hips straddling his as he rested his hand on your thigh. In your roughness, his jacket seemed to half slide down his shoulders, now resting against the crevice of his elbows. His mesh-like top left little to the imagination, his pale chest on display for your hungry eyes. He looked delicious. 

As if Paul could tell he was losing your attention, he rutted his hips against your aching nerves. Letting out a shaky sigh, his signature crooked grin spreading across his features as he watched you suck in a breath. "Eyes on me baby, just feel with me, yeah?" Despite neither of you needing air, he sounded practically breathless; but you also felt breathless. Your post-drinking haze left your body so sensitive, every little spark of friction igniting a new addiction deep within you. You two felt like pure sin. 

You have been in the cave for about two weeks now. Letting yourself feed regularly off of the vampires you were staying with, none of you liked to address the elephant in the room that was your turning. The mate bond between you all had strengthened, leading you all to be closer than before throughout this time. Even David acted softer around you. But something you weren't prepared for was the many feelings associated with feeding, more specifically the lust. 

In all your rampant thoughts, you failed to see Marko pull the sheer curtain back, his eyes lighting mischievously at the display. He tugged off his boots, slowly sneaking over to you; your back still turned to him. He watched silently before slowly pushing himself against you. His chest against your back, the smell of the forest and fresh blood sticking to his skin. You moaned at the smell, letting the back of your head rest against his shoulder. As if sensing your uncertainty about actually indulging yourself, Marko slowly let his delicate hands trail towards your hips. Slowly, he guided yours to grind against Paul's aching bulge. 

You let out a shaky breath, one that came out shaky and chopped as you let your body tingle at the feeling. Although it felt good at that very moment, it only fueled your need. Your hand gripped Markos, a weak attempt at stopping him from tempting you. 

"Ah ah, let me darlin'." He mused, his tone so coy you could practically hear his smugness. He continued rocking your hips, one of the hands holding your hips gradually moving upwards sensually before ending at your chin. Cupping the skin in a firm grip, he slowly removed your head hiding in the crook of his neck and titled it towards the debauched sight of a panting Paul. His bottom lip was caught in between his lips, and one of his eyes squeezed shut as his chest heaved up and down in a complete state of breathlessness.

 "Look at him, all messy for you." He pointed out, moving your hips to push particularly roughly against Paul, making both of you moan at the friction. Unlike Dwayne and Michael, Marko and Paul didn't want to comfort you in the sense that this situation was terrible, but instead accept what you now were. How good it could feel, what it was like to have the freedom to explore every ounce of your most concealed secrets. 

"Lesson one of being a vampire," Marko mused, removing his hold on you. The two changed positions with you. Paul now leaning his back against the headboard, legs spread with you in between them, your back pressed against his chest. His hand trailed around your waist, teasing your shirt before slipping underneath. His fingers now torment your searing skin, which in reality was just as freezing as the two blondes was. Marko nudged your legs open, laying on his front so his head rested conveniently between your thighs. He guided them open, caressing your skin soothingly.

"Feeding is often accompanied by an insatiable–" Marko purred, kissing up the length of your thigh. "And nearly irresistible," He continued but was cut off by Paul, who had begun massaging your sides; "hunger," Paul finished. 

"So why don't you lean back and let us care for ya'?" Paul mused, practically whispering the phrase into your ear. In a similar fashion, you would've imagined the snake talking Eve into biting into the apple, Paul and Marko were the current embodiment of Lucifer for you, and this time you weren't in the mood to repent. No, you'd welcome the flames of hell eagerly, the masochist inside you hoping to feel the sting of its flames. With a nod of your head, a messy high clouding you with need, you officially sold your soul to the two devils holding you. 

Marko grinned, his lips trailing kisses up your thigh, inching closer to where you needed him to be. They were teasing you, your needy eyes watching Marko kiss over your most needy spot, his teeth nipping the top of your pants, one of his fangs sticking out from the fabric. He looked up, his darkened gaze connected with yours as he patiently pulled your undergarments down. 

As if in a desperate attempt not to lose your attention, Paul nipped at your neck. The sudden action sends a small jolt of electricity through you, pulling a soft mewl from you. Marko cooed at the noise while Paul chuckled, both clearly amused by your current state. They knew how hormonal fledglings could be, like animals in heat; Micheal was no different.

They had helped him out too, and they were most eager to provide their services now as well. 

No matter how hard they tried, how often they showed you the normality in their ways. You couldn't wrap your head around it, that nagging resistance keeping you awake. You couldn't enter this life without committing yourself to a final attempt at regaining your old one. So, when the others went out to eat after feeding you. You left, setting out for your last, and final attempt at regaining your old humanity.

The leaves rustled with a strange ferocity as you pushed your way through the untraveled path. You didn't want to accept what you were; there needed to be an alternative. You didn't want to admit it, so when the daunting forest around your figure cleared, you saw the back of the church. You wanted to believe in that hope, that perhaps all these values preached and thrown down your throat had a purpose. 

The forest was at the back of the church, revealing a small garden enclosed by a white picket fence. You hopped it, letting your bloody hands stain the purity of its color permanently. You rushed towards the back door, balling your first and desperately pounding in the creaky wooden door. You quickly shifted your focus, trying to open the door and jiggling the handle. "Please! Someone—anyone, please!" 

Not hearing an answer, you stumbled back. Your tears make you choke on your own sorrow, rushing around toward the front of the building. "Please, Father! Anyone, please!" You begged, continuing to slam your hand against the door. It wasn't until it opened that you stood stunned, chest heaving, hands stained, and body soaked. You wailed in front of this man's sanctuary. Begging entry. 

The man appeared elderly, with white and gray hair dominating the little hair he still had left on his head. His black cassock made his position as a priest clear, but you didn't dare move. You felt the need to be invited in. 

"Goodness! Child, come, come inside." He ushered you into the old building; there were candles lighting the area, casting everything in a warm glow. You stepped inside, unable to stop your shaking, until the man covered you in a blanket. He was probably trying to provide your frigid body with warmth. "What happened to you?" 

"Father, please, you need to help me. I need help—please, I need aid." You stammered, letting him guide you into a back room away from the main hall. He listened to you, his brows and face contorted in worry. "Calm down; you are safe now." 

The room seemed less decorated but more elaborate than you would've thought it would be in the church, but you didn't say much as you sat down in the empty chair across the old desk. This must've been some sort of office. The priest stared for a moment, his gaze lingering on your stained hands before shuffling around the desk. His shoes thumped across the red carpet covering half of the dark oak floors. He sat down, letting his hands intertwine, and he rested them folded on the edge of the desk. "So, my child, what brings you here? What has brought you to my doors in such distress?" 

You needed a moment to collect yourself for that question. What hadn't happened to you in the last week? Every horror imaginable seemed to be flowing through your life at the moment. A part of you wanted to lie, but you knew that hiding the true nature of your case would prevent you from getting any practical help. This was necessary. Clearing your throat, you slowly gather your perseverance to continue. 

"Father, you must believe what I have to say. I am new to Santa Carla, but in my stay, I've encountered death and despair more than in any other place." You started, your voice shook and a clear representation of what you were feeling, utterly distraught. The man nodded, seemingly focused on you as he urged you to continue. "But what I originally thought were simple gangsters, feuds, and typical street violence became much darker. Vampires, Father, Vampires reside in this town, and I've found myself to be one of them." 

You were desperate; frantic eyes watched the man inhale and lean back in his chair. He thought deeply, or at least the look of concentration was deeply etched into the creases of his face. He sighed, uncrossing his hand and gently reaching out to rest a comforting hand on top of yours. 

"My child, I've read the bible well. The true structure of this world and how it came to be, the only time vampires were ever named—or mentioned. Alukah only ever being mentioned in Sefer Chasidim, where the creature is understood to be a living human being but can shape-change into a wolf. Alukah can also roughly be translated to "blood-lusting monster" or, in your case, a vampire." 

He had a calm tone, deep and raspy, but it seemed to have an oddly chiding tone. He moved away, leaning fully back now against his chair as he chuckled. "But my dear, I assure you that these are old tales; such demons do not exist among us anymore." 

His words were like a splash of cold water to the face, a deep, unsettling reality overcoming you. You sounded crazy; of course, no one would believe you. "But Father!" He held his hand up to silence you, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. "You can lie to me, but you cannot fool the Lord." 

Anger seemed to replace your sorrow, standing up abruptly, the stool you were previously resting in falling to the floor with a loud clunk. "I am not lying!" You screeched, your face unknowingly morphing into one similar to the boys. Angled features, sharp bones, and burning yellow eyes. The man stumbled back, stammering as he took in the demonic sight that was you. His hand unknowingly grabbed onto his cross, moving out of his chair. 

"I need your help Father; I have not consumed human blood yet! There needs to be a way to fix this!" Once again, you were pleading. A part of you was growing sick of it; how could a man detest your current nature but refuse to help you revert back to your "purer" self at the same time? It was hypocritical. 

The hand holding the pectoral cross shook with a small tremor, breath equally as rough when it escaped his shaken form. His free hand covered his mouth, either trying to hide his labored breathing or trying to regain composure. You weren't quite sure. The silence in the room now was unsettling, threatening even—leaving you on edge. Finally, the old man's hoarse voice cut through the air as he removed the pale hand from his mouth. He waved it toward him as he walked over before passing you and opening the door. Standing beside the frame as he beckoned you to follow. 

"Come come, my child. We must act quickly; you have the devil inside you. With every moment we waste, it'll grow stronger." You nodded, cringing at his choice of words before slowly following him. You would've argued at the choice of words but didn't seem to have the energy to do so. You followed as he led you through the church, leading you towards the back door you had previously banged on. He opened it, leading you towards the backyard. To the left, there was a small gravely path that shortly led to a wooden shed. Wood rot was apparent when you looked at the dying boards that made up the shed's walls. 

He unlocked the shed with his key; the loud cling of chains dropping was quickly followed by the squeak of old hinges being forced to move again as he opened the door. It was an average shed if it didn't have a hidden doorway behind a shabby bookshelf. The old man pushed the shelf to the left, revealing a mossy, dirty stairway further down in what you assume to be a basement. 

As if the priest could see your confusion, he began to say, "This church used to perform a multitude of exorcisms. We used to do it in the old church, but people began associating it too much with demons, so we renovated the old shack basement to do the job. That was a while ago," He mumbled, walking down the steps and revealing an equally run-down setup. There was a bed, shabby with a mattress stained with yellow and brown. The bed frame seemed to be made of rusted metal, not undoubtedly a cheap purchase at the time. Restrains we're hanging from each end of the bed. 

Every fiber of your being was begging you not to lay on that mattress, but your own desperation convinced you. It convinced you to lie down and let that man tie you up; it made you trust him to cure you. 

"So what will you do?" 

"What I need too." 

His gruff voice echoed through the room; he had tied something loosely around your eyes. Explaining that it was all part of the process. You heard him open on an old shelf, the sound of clinking wood making you uneasy. Your instincts screamed at you, but you weren't sure for what. You didn't understand yourself anymore, and the frustration coursing through you nearly brought you to tears. You just wanted all of this to be over, to understand yourself once again. 

"And what would that be?" You edged further, feeling like something was wrong. 

"What I was born to do." 

His voice grew darker, lowering an octave or two, making you shift. The blindfold slid at your defiance, sliding off of one of your eyes. Snapping them open, you took in a sight you'd surely never forget. There, a man swore to do no harm and held a wooden spike in his shaky hand. The other clutching his cross to his heart while whispering mantras. He didn't even hesitate as he saw your yellow eyes open before he slashed forward, putting his full force into the throw of the stake. 

Perhaps it was instinct, or perhaps it was simply foolish for the man to believe leather binds would chain you. But in a moment of adrenaline, you pushed your body away from the mattress, your wrists and ankles suffering a burn from the sudden action as you snapped yourself away from your murder. Watching the way his sheer force stabbed the stake through the mattress, your eyes lingering on sight. 

That blow was meant to kill you. 

"You fucking bastard!" You growled, a distorted tone to your voice as you took a step towards him. But with your lack of control, your hand was around the man's throat with his old back smashed against one of the walls. 

"I trusted you! What kind of priest are you? You are meant to aid, protect, and serve. I am still one of God's creations! You taint your very purpose in this life with your actions!" The hand around his neck tightened, your claws unwilling to draw blood. Your eyes zeroed in on the sinful liquid, the smell so much more intense than of any of the boys.

The boys. 

David was right; they were right. There was no turning back for you. 

"You will never—be one of God's—creations." 

Those were his last words before you ripped his throat out with your teeth. Dismembering the man's jugular, drinking away the last of your crumbling humanity. There was an irony in it that the remains of your dying humanity weren't taken from the vampires you now lived with but by a human themselves. 

The man fell to the floor, eyes a haunting color. They were cloudy; you couldn't describe the sight of his pale skin mimicking the shade of yours. 

You wailed, grieving everything you were as you sat hunched on the floor. Covered in the blood of the man who tried, and in some way—killed you. 

You weren't sure how long you sat there, frozen, until the boys came. A hand gently shaking your shoulder, making you jump, meeting the eyes of a saddened Paul. "Oh, darlin'.." He whispered, watching you stammer, desperate to explain. But he simply picked you up, bridal-style, and led you out where the rest of the boys stood. 

Marko walked over, letting Paul set you on the ground before the curly-haired vampire pulled you into a tight hug. A hug which all of the boys joined, their hearts breaking at the sound of your sobs. "It's okay, it'll be okay," Marko whispered, holding you close. 

"Come on, let's take you home." David sighed after a moment. His voice drowned out in the hauntingly silent night. 

That evening was the second and final marking of your death. The first takes place in an alleyway by a vampire, and the job is finished by a human. You struggled after that night; you barely ate or talked. You felt awful, your thoughts not abandoning you or your guilt. You were a murderer. 

That all had taken place a few days ago, your body now sat on the roof along the boardwalk. It was a motel, two stories high, so you found a semblance of privacy on top of the concrete roof. You sat on the thick stone wall of a fence, letting your legs dangle over the edge. 

"I'll never forget the day I made my first victim." Micheals voice cut through the distant booming of chatter and joy taking place below you by the adolescent and naive party-goers on the boardwalk. 

"It was April 6th, at about 12:06. I lost my life forever." He went on, walking closer towards you. Stopping beside you and leaning on the fence with his forearms. His gaze lingered on the glowing boardwalk, casting everything surrounding it in a golden orange. 

"So we're all murderers.." You murmured, eyes not meeting him, but you knew he was now looking at you. Your tone was cold and distant. 

"He was a child molester." Micheal spat, standing up and gently moving you so you looked at him. "We don't have to be monsters, Y/N; we don't have to kill the good. I chose to take the evil from this world, and you can too." 

You nodded weakly, not in the mood to argue. You let a frail smile tug on your lips, nodding to his words as you let him wrap an arm around your shoulder and squeeze you close before slowly leaving. Giving you space. Once again, you were surrounded by silence. Nothing but the blurred screams from ride-goers, drunks laughing and prancing around on the ground beneath you.  

"He's wrong." That crystal clear voice, his tone stern and unwavering even if David tried to sound gentle. But his words felt icy like a cold bucket of water was poured over you. Sinking into the skin, leaving goosebumps to ravage your already frigid body. When Micheals words provided comfort, as if holding your wounded heart in his hands, David seemed to drop it instead. 

"What?" 

He walked over, the sound of his boots tapping against the concrete. You didn't necessarily look at him, but you noticed he settled beside you. His body bent forward, forearms resting against the wall-like railing on the rooftop. You both stood there in silence, watching the stars glitter across the ocean's surface. The silent, cruel breeze drifts through your hair and body. Seagulls cried, and boardwalk goers partied, but you felt so far away from it all. It made you question the finality of your death and where it had really occurred. Did you die in that alleyway or when you let go of your remaining humanity? You were sure a part of you must die in order to take a life; death is inevitable for either party. There is no such thing as only one dying; the other might live but never completely. Your humanity had died along with that priest. 

"You are a monster." David's voice was stern, clear, and factual. Your gaze turned to him finally, seeing the way he stared so longingly out at the sea before turning to you. 

"What the fuck David?" You snapped, feeling like this was not the time for him to throw his own values onto you. You had killed someone, taken a life, and instead of trying to bring you any consultation, he insulted you? 

"Don't you think I feel shitty enough? Fuck this, I know, okay? I know you don't need to stand here and rub it in my face!" Why had you expected anything else from the blonde, you couldn't lie to David, and he had neither lied to you. He was, on many occasions, the truth. 

"You are a monster, Y/N. You will never die; you will never age." He hummed, ignoring your outburst as he took out a cigarette and lit it. He held it up to his lips, taking a long drag, dropping his hand against the railing before blowing out the smoke. "But you must feed." There was a finality in his town that made you suffer as if you were the only one who noticed the morbid aberration of your circumstances. But how were you supposed to explain your regret about eating a sheep to a hungry pack of wolves? 

"What if I don't want to?" You asked, voice hoarse from the raw emotions you felt. You wanted to smack him, berate him to find another time to torment you. 

"You'll kill someone you actually like." He whispered an answer that took you off guard. Eyes trailing back to him, you noticed that haze. A similar one to what Michael used to wear whenever he encountered an old memory. Yes, David seemed to be dancing in his past. 

"But make no mistake, Y/N. You are a monster. A filthy abomination that feeds off the weak, the defenseless." He focused his cold gaze on you, "You will fall apart the day you realize just how much you enjoy it. The screams, the suffering, the pain. It will be the only consistent factor in your life. And when you look around and see the constant deterioration of mankind. You will turn and see us." He took another drag of his cigarette before dropping it, suffocating its flame with his boot. "We are monsters too, Y/N." 

"I will never let you forget it. I will tell you every day before you rest and when you awake." There was an odd gentleness to his tone, one that made you look up at him once more. Although you could hardly bear to keep eye contact with the man. 

"Why?" You had a thousand questions running wild throughout your head, an intimidating rampage and riot pushing through, begging millions of questions to be answered. They stuck in your throat like a lump, a noose around your vocals, keeping you silent. Finally, you managed to settle on that one word. Why? 

"Do you think a lion thinks of itself as a monster when it eats a gazelle?" 

"We aren't animals, David–"

"But aren't we? We're all just mammals trying to get by. A lion doesn't feel guilty for killing because that's what a lion simply does. They need to in order to survive." His eyes seemed to burn into you, a desperate sense of vulnerability taking hold of his features. It seemed David wanted to spare you from your own feelings, to clear the path you were going on, no doubt one he had walked before. 

"But what if we asked the gazelle what they thought of the lion. When a meal would mean losing a brother or sister, mother or father, the gazelle would see the lion as a monster too." 

A heavy wind blew through your hair, reminding you of the night air. Whispering about the daytime and how you would never be able to see it again. Feel its warmth kiss your skin, see its joyful birth across the horizon. The wind mocked you, and the night sky never felt so empty before.

"So?" You asked, wanting a conclusion to this lesson. A small chuckle parted from David, the blonde finding your impatience amusing. 

"The term monster is subjectable. It depends on who you ask, rosebud. To them," He gestured to the late-night party-goers. "You will always and forever be a monster." But before you could frown, even dare settle on that phrase for too long. He turned to you, taking your hand and squeezing it. As if you'd let go, leaving him alone. "But to us, you are everything."

"I'll call you a monster until the word doesn't sting anymore." 

He whispered, cupping your cheek. You noted the lack of his gloves, for the first time touching his bare skin. He leaned closer, kissing the top of your forehead lovingly. It was an embrace in some way, a sweet and gentle promise. That no matter what you become, he'd love you. 

"We'll be down at the boardwalk if you want to join us; you can't stay sulking forever, rosebud.." He whispered, leaving you alone to think once more. 

When you did make your way down the sandy docks, feeling grain against your shoe as you walked with a sunken head. You wondered how your life had changed so drastically since you came to Santa Carla, whether everything was for better or worse. 

"Hey, Darlin!"

The booming voice of a happy Paul called to you, making you look up. Before you stood your gang of boys leaning against the wooden railing of the boardwalk pier. Their bikes were parked beside them, all smiling as they looked at you. There was fondness in their eyes you could describe, but as you walked over and were encircled by your boys. All equally ecstatic to see you—you felt less alone. Welcomed even. You still had a long way to go, but for once in a long while, did you feel alright. Perhaps, becoming a vampire wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to you. 

[toasttt11]

home

September 2, 2021

Luke ran a hand through his hair and tiredly stumbling to the outside of the lake house seeing Sebastian sitting at the dock looking out at the water.

Luke grabbed the blanket hanging on the back deck and walked down the stairs and down the hill onto the dock and plopped down next to his best friend and threw the blanket over the both of them.

Luke has noticed something off with his best friend the last few days and knows something had been bothering him.

Sebastian didn’t even notice that Luke sat next to him to lost in old memories.

October 28, 2008

Five year old Sebastian giggled as he was knelt down on the grass in the backyard of his childhood home, he gently picked three tiny yellow flowers and held them in his tiny hand.

“Sebby!” Jennifer called out from the back patio knowing her youngest son is still outside and it was time for dinner.

“Coming Mama!” Sebastian gently yelled back and quickly jogged to the patio straight to his mother with a beaming smile.

Sebastian ran right into her legs hugging them tightly, Jennifer fondly smiled and rubbed the back of her darling boys head.

“I got you a present!” Sebastian looked up at her grinning and gently put out his hands with the flowers he picked.

“Oh Sebby darling they are perfect!” Jennifer smiled widely and gently took them from her sweet son’s hand, She leaned down picking him and pressing multiple kisses to his cheek, “Ready for dinner?” She asked him as she carried him inside.

“Mhm.” Sebastian mumbled resting his head on her shoulder and staring to fall asleep in her arms.

Sebastian blinked out the memories feeling Luke nudge him gently.

“Are you alright Sebby?” Luke looked at him in concern and Sebastian kinda nodded.

“You know my mother left right.” Sebastian stated to Luke, Luke’s eyes widen as Sebastian doesn’t ever talk about his mother but nodded.

“Her relationship with Dad was bad for a good while before we moved to Michigan and they were always arguing over something, most the time it was because she wanted more money to go shopping.” Sebastian let out a breath shaking his head, he’s never talked about this to anyone but it’s Luke. Luke scooted closer so their elbows and shoulders were touching.

“It was like she changed one night from the mother we knew to someone else. And then one day we woke up and she was gone.” Sebastian swallows harshly, “We found out she was having an affair for a long time as long as she was acting different.”

Luke frowned hating this lady for hurting Sebastian so much.

“It was hard when she left. Dad was emotional gone, he was heartbroken from her leaving and it was worse when he found she was cheating for months. He didn’t get any better until he started talking to Emily.” Sebastian explained, Emily his stepmother, also the reason his dad and older brother moved back to Massachusetts and why Sebastian lived with the Hughes.

“Micheal was obviously hurting but he did that by pushing everyone away and it caused strain on our relationship that’s never been fixed and Matt was trying to act happy and nothing has happened. She broke our family when she left and know she’s got a new family with the man she cheated with and has got step kids now.” Sebastian scoffed out an angry breath blinking to keep the tears in.

“Why can’t anyone just want to stay.” Sebastian whispered, His mother left for a rich man and a new family and his dad left him Michigan for a new wife, two step kids and a newborn son.

Sebastian shoulder trembled and Luke frowned quickly wrapped his arm around Sebastian’s shoulder and pulled him closer, “Let it all out, it’s just me.” Luke soflty whispered and it seemed to break the dam holding Sebastian’s waterworks.

Sebastian’s sobs were quiet but his whole body shook with the weight of them, he’s only cried once since everything has happened and it was the day his mother has left, he’s been holding everything but the anger in for years.

“I’ve got you.” Luke softly cooed and gently brushed Sebastian’s back and just held him letting him cry it all out.

Sebastian stayed in Luke’s arms for a long time just crying out all of the sadness and heartbreak before he finally started to calm down and his sobs slowing down.

Luke waited until Sebastian calmed down before gently grabbing his face and pulling it up so they held eye contact, “She’s a bitch for leaving Sebastian. And your dad is a jerk too for leaving.” Luke firmly spoke, he remembers how much he hated how devastated Sebastian looked after he found his dad and brother were moving back and with a new family.

“It doesn’t matter about them anyways, you never did anything wrong and they were stupid to leave you.” Luke reassured him, “But you always have a family with us. Dad doesn’t let anyone touch his grill but loves it when you help him. Mom loves everyone but absolutely adores you and literally always asking about you when you’re gone. Quinn rarely likes anyone but i’ve seen him treat you just the same as he treats Jacky and i, he thinks of you as a brother. And Jacky loves everyone but he is so protective over you and will never let anyone say anything that isn’t nice about you, he doesn’t do that for many.” Luke fondly told Sebastian everything.

Sebastian let out a watery chuckle, truthfully he feels more at home and with a family with the Hughes then he does with his own family and he is glad the feeling is reciprocated.

“Okay.” Luke checked and Sebastian nodded, “If you never want to go back to them you don’t have, you always have a home here.”

Sebastian smiled softly and nodded and pulled his best friend into a hug, “Thank you.” He mumbled.

“Always.” Luke promised and hugged him back.

Sebastian did find a home, just in Luke, and he found a family in the Hughes.

[coleyo]

BITTW CHAPTER TEN

SUMMARY: certain memories dawn in on Angelo, meanwhile Mikey is having a great time..

1)

"Happy birthday to you.."

"Blow out your candles! Be sure to make a wish." Raph warned, Patting Angelo's back. A smile formed on his face, doing as their big brother told. He'd blow out his candles as the others cheered him on. "-Wow, eighteen? Its like only yesterday you were just a kid." Leo chuckled, rubbing his baby brothers head. Angelo giggled, looking around at his family. Though they were in the apocalypse, he couldn't be happier.. but.. then he realized something.

2)

"Where's Donnie..?" Angelo mumbled. Yes, Donnie has been.. isolating himself over time and no one knew why.. but, he could've taken some time out of his day to celebrate Mikey's birthday. "..He's probably in his lab." Raphael said with a sigh. Mikey sighed, disappointed to say the least. ".. I'll -- I'll check!" Angelo kept his head up. Raph nods as his baby brother ventures down the halls, all the way to donnies lab. Angelo hesitated before placing his hand on the door knob, twisting it and pushing the door open.. the lab was pitch black, but.. Donnie was there..

3)

Angelo's  eyes widened upon the sight..

"..Donnie?" He'd mumble. Donnie looks back at Angelo, going stiff.

"Where are you going.." Angelo stepped further into the room, examining his brother. He wore a large bag around his shoulders, most of his supply were packed away. The window was wide open, the wind blowing against Angelo's skin. "..'Micheal..." Donnie spoke. ".. You're leaving us." Angelo said, his hands shaking slightly. "..You- you cant--" the youngest was cut off By the door creaking open. Raph, Leo, and April stood there, curious. "-angelo? You in here? It's been forever--" April began, but immediately fell silent. All three of them seemed to understand what was going on. "..Donnie, what are you doing?" April asked, stepping a bit closer.

4)

"Angelo.. April, i-, I... I'm leaving. I can't do this anymore." The mutant said with uncertainty in his tone. "..you can't leave, you can't.." Angelo whined, stepping closer to his older brother. They were then stopped by raph. "Raph..?" Mikey turned around, tears dwelling in his eyes. "..W- what are you doing, you're not just letting him leave, are you?" Angelo struggled to pull away, but Raphael didn't respond.. "W- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS, WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING DONNIE--" "..Angelo, he's.. he's been planning this for a while, and we knew. We just didn't have the heart to tell you, a- and we never knew he'd be leaving now." "..No..N-NO! YOU'RE LYING, L- LET ME GO!" Angelo shouted, trying his best to free himself from raphs grasp. Leo looked over at his twin, disappointed.. Angelo's cries filled the air. Donnie clenched his fist, before turning away. Tears of gold ran down Angelo's s cheeks, his nails sinking into Raph's hands. "-STOP IT P- PLEASE!"  He cried out before shouting, "-Y- YOU'RE COMING BACK--.. R-right..?" Donnie took a glimpse at his brothers state before shaking his head, slowly.. "..I.. don't think so. Goodbye, Micheal." "-W- WAIT" Angelo finally pulled away from raph, running towards Donnie. He wrapped his arms around Donatello's waist, sobbing a bit. "..Please don't leave me.." he said, softly. Tears began to build in donnies eyes, before he'd suddenly push Angelo away. "..I have to go." In the blink of eye, Donnie fled. He jumped from the window, and went off. "-D- DONNIE--"  Angelo was suddenly pulled back by Leo and raph. "WOULD YOU STOP IT-- PLEASE JUST--" "-ANGELO!..C- calm down, i- it's over.." raph demanded, holding back tears. "-it'll be fine!" Leo added, as he and raph pulled Angelo out of the lab. April stared in disbelief, beads of tears falling down her cheeks. She couldn't believe it either, and couldn't blame angelo for acting out in such a way.. she would've done the same. 

5)

April shut the door once raph and Leo successfully pulled Angelo from the room.  The two released him, panting a bit.. it took a lot to hold him back. "YOU LET HIM LEAVE! HOW-- WHY WOULD YOU, W- WHY--" "listen, we also tried to convince him not to go, but..", Leo paused, sighing. "He wouldn't listen to us.." "HE WOULD'VE LISTENED TO ME, Y- YOU--" "-'Angelo, please listen to us-" raph was then cut off by Angelo, "-I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN LISTEN TO YOU TWO.." Angelo began to walk towards the lab, but was stopped by Leo tugging on his arm, gently.. Angelo, unexpectedly, stopped.. their hands were shaking, scolding hot as well.. it was useless. But, Angelo couldn't give up on Donnie that easily, he had hope..

6)

"...I think you guys should go."

Said Angelo, as he crossed his arms. Raph, Leo, and April looked at one another before figuring that he might've needed some time to themselves. "..A- alright then, uh...talk to us when you're ready, okay little man'?" Raph smiled, soon walking away with the others.. Angelo wiped his tears, mumbling to himself..

"Worst birthday ever.."

The terrapin decided to isolate himself in his room for some time.. hopefully these feelings would fade..

7)

Angelo slammed the door, putting his back up against it, shutting his eyes. It could of been any other day. Never, preferably.. Angelo didn't even have anyone to talk to. Nobody that would understand.  Angelo then noticed a flame present in the darkness of his room and walked over to the area.. did he cause it? Maybe.. but.. no. It was a cupcake. With.. a candle in it. A piece of paper with messy  hand writing read, '

'Happy  birthday.. -Love, Donnie'

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8)

Sensei Angelo took a deep breath as they woke from their dream.. or.. nightmare. They were breathing heavily. Holding themselves tightly. After all these years angelo still couldn't help but feel like it was their fault for donnies disappearance. But who wouldn't want to leave.. "-Ah, 'boy...." Angelo rubbed his eyes. It seemed quite early.. Angelo left the solemn dojo, wondering the halls. Usually Mikey would be up at this time, pestering sensei Angelo. Though they seemed like they hated it, they actually didn't mind it all that much.. it was nice having someone around, someone who didn't immediately give up on you.. Or, someone who wasn't scared of you.. Sensei Angelo couldn't even communicate with other humans or yokai, due to the sudden fear they felt. This caused Angelo to seem desolate. oh well. Angelo took a small glass cup, pouring tea inside.. hopefully Mikey was having a great 'Sleep'.

9)

"And what does this do?" "MIKEY!" Donnie snapped, slapping his hand away from the glass tube.

"Do NOT touch that! Who touches a random, bubbling, TEST TUBE!" Mikey shrugs, causing Donnie to put his head in his hands and let out a muffled scream. "-better yet.." he'd drag his hands down his face, slowly. "-Why are you even here?" "-I warned you that I would be back! All of this family drama is oddly interesting! And I'm willing to help! No need for applaud, I know." Donatello scoffs, flipping his goggles on. "-So what is this, some kind of game to you? A show, perhaps? This is the apocalypse. You aren't even supposed to be here! Now shoo, I've got work to do. One slip up could cost us--.. me... l- lots!" Mikey groaned, Leaving the area in order to explore this.. laboratory. 

10)

While walking down the corridor, The unsuspecting mutant noticed a room, the door was wide open, and purple light emitted from the area. This caught their attention. he'd stare in awe before approaching the area. The door make the small creaking noise as it opened, revealing the where the glowing came from.. a  mirror..? Big mama sat Infront of it, catching Mikey off guard. She turned her head a bit, glancing at Mikey, who stood there, nervously. "..Hello!" He waved, his hands shaking, ever so slightly. "..Oh--! I didn't realize Donnie let you in.." "-Let me in? .. Yeah! Totally, it's not like I let myself in or anything."

11) big mama chuckled, "-You Are allowed inside..." "..I knew that!" Mikey paused, stepping closer to big mama. "Whatcha' doin?" The terrapin hummed, peaking over the women's shoulder. Mikey spotted a small spider, resting in her hands. "..Nothing much, dear.. I should be the one doing the questioning. How's.. Angelo? Your sensei?" "-..Hes alright! I guess. Do you know him well? Are you his mother!?" "-Oh, No!.. He was just such a sweetie when I last saw him, I'm just curious of his state now." "..When did you last see him?" Mikey said, raising a brow. "..Twenty years ago, or something closer!.. of course I'd like to see him once more, but unfortunately, Leonardo doesn't.." big mama froze and then laughed, softly, but sheepishly..

As if she were hiding something..

".. Nevermind! I've Said too much already.." "..Leonardo? Master Leonardo what, what happened? Does he know that you're still alive? What about don--" "..I believe that's enough Mikey." Big mama interuped as the other pouted. "-Awh, really?" Mikey adjusted his bow, ever so slightly. "I guess I'll go now! Sensei Angelo will notice that I'm gone sooner or later.. so bye big mama!"

12

"See you soon, Michealangelo.."

Mikey flashes a smile before leaving.. big mama sighs as the door shut.. "..I shouldn't have said a word.."

[onsunnyside]

Okay but like. Micheal Myers. But it’s Ari.

but he actually talks and it's more of dark!ari is obsessed with his neighbour and stalks her 🥸 conveniently leaving his apartment when you arrive at yours, only to see you've been burglarized !! all of your valuables are gone, and your entire apartment is ransacked !! you have no family or friends nearby to stay with bc you just moved to the city (me also thinks Ari manipulated you into dropping all of your friends too 🫡🫡 “they don’t treat you right, honey. They’re just using you” or something to make you think he’s your only real friend) and money was already tight so a hotel was out of the question.

"I'll pay for it," Ari says, rubbing up and down your back as you sit on your torn-up couch, mourning the loss of everything, well, your little everything anyway. You didn’t have much. “Put you up in a nice place, somewhere you can relax while the cops deal with this.”

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You aren't asking, I'm offering." He hesitates before grabbing your shaking hands. He holds them, his palms warm against your cold skin. “Let me help you, sweetheart.”

"But what if they were looking for me?" You peer up at him with tears in your eyes, "what if I was home when they came and—and they—” Your voice breaks into a sob.

Poor girl. Ari wraps you in his arms, letting you cry into his shirt. "I have a cabin out by the lake, you can stay there until you feel safe again.”

And in the days you stay at his cabin, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched 🫡 one day you come back from a walk to see the door wide open and all of your belongings are missing, yet the rest of the furniture/things in the cabin are fine. You believe it’s the same people who robbed your apartment and they found you again—and in a distressed state, you beg Ari to come stay with you.

​this has very much basement wife potential. Ari takes you, a scared, broken woman with no hope, no family and friends and makes you into his perfect girl.

[angelicmichael]

Imminient Annihilation Sounds so Dope, Chapter Eight.

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Reader gets to take care of a overly drunk Michael and attempts to make the most of the situation.

Words: 2.3K+

Warnings: Throwing up, someone being super drunk lol and passing out.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t updated this in forever! Lol. I hope y’all like this 🥺 I wrote the first half to this over two months ago so.. I feel like the first half sucks but I’m proud of the ending! Lol. Please reblog or heart if you enjoy ♥️

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Today you learned how much you preferred dealing with drunk Michael than sober Michael. Even though drunk Michael had thrown up at least two times in the past hour, but at least in this state he seemed to go mute. Michael being sloppily drunk seemed to make him not sloppy at all but more like very relaxed, less taunting, not so fucking mean and most importantly; not threatening or trying to kill you.

You two were currently in his hotel, which naturally, was another nice penthouse. It was nearly painfully easy to find directions to his hotel by ‘hacking’ into his phone, and you were surprised to see how.. unlike him his hotel looked. You were expecting candles and pentagrams but there only seemed to be folded fluffy white towels and a neatly made bed instead. You guessed he just arrived here today, since the hotel literally looked untouched.

There was a black bag in the room which you could only presume was his, and a couple bottles of dark red wine were littered around his bed. The manner in which the light reflected off of the bottles told you that the bottles were empty; which meant Michael was a hell of a lot more drunk than you had previously thought.

Michaels penthouse was unlike the own he owned in L.A. This one was large and spacious, the floor plan was open execpt one room; which you presumed was the bathroom. It had a nice view also, which was the one similar feature both of his penthouses held. The room was sleek and black execpt for the shockingly white sheets of the bed and curtains, and the towels of course.

You and Micheal both sat in the bathroom currently. He sat on the floor next to the toilet whilst you sat on the wall adjacent to where he was sitting, next to the bathtub. He was shirtless, which was your idea actually. Only because the less clothes he had to get vomit on the better.

Your phone was on the ground next to you, which frequently illuminated the room since the lights were kept dimmed. You figured there was no need for harsh lights since it seemed to just be irritating Michael. You knew Mallory was the one sending you texts, she was basically the only one who texted you in the first place - even before you met Michael. You felt it was better to not look at your phone at the moment though, Mallory could wait a few hours. Michael was the one who truly needed your attention at the moment.

You weren’t sure why you felt so compelled to be nice to Micheal and take care of him like this. Maybe it was because you felt so guilty for hurting Madison.. this was really the only way you knew how to pay him back for doing that.

You knew hands down he would never do anything like this for you. In fact, Madison and Micheal himself tried to kill you a mere couple days ago but things were different then.. right? Maybe it was just you being delusional but you felt like ever since you established you were stronger than Micheal; the dynamic changed between you two.

Although; you couldn’t help but to feel sad, or almost nostalgic for this moment. You knew this would only moment where you would have the chance to have a heart to heart with Michael or tell him what was truly on your mind. It didn’t really matter was you said to him at this point, he was so drunk - there was no way he would remember it tomorrow.

However, Micheal wasn’t talking much at the moment and you didn’t really mind that. You didn’t blame him for being quiet since he was incredibly sick, but it also disappointed you a bit since he was the only one you felt like talking too. He was the only one that might get or understand how you were feeling, you could only imagine he felt dissapoinyed you were his soulmate as well. He was in love with Madison, head over heels. So you took a chance, and you spoke.

“Michael, are you awake”? You asked.

He was bent over the toilet and you couldn’t exactly see if his eyes were open or not. His hands were on the rim of the toilet seat and his head rested on his hands, he nearly looked asleep. However when you spoke he sat up suddenly, with a dazed look in his eyes.

“Wassup”? He slurred.

You swallowed, you knew this would be the only opportunity to ‘attempt’ to have a heart to heart with Michael. You would probably never get this kind of opportunity again but you were nervous. It was irrational though because Micheal would never remember this conversation. You had nothing to really be scared of.

You broke eye contact and stared at your feet briefly as you spoke, and then looked at him again.

“Michael.. I’m sorry for what happened to Madison”. You said quietly.

You waited for him to do or even to say something but he just sat there, as if he didn’t really process what you just said. You shouldn’t have been surprised at his reaction, he was still very drunk after all. You quickly continued to keep talking, which ended up just coming out as you rambling.

“Well, I mean I was just defending myself. I’m not sorry for doing that but I’m sorry for how out of hand it got. It wasn’t my intention to hurt her I was just scared-“ You tried to keep going but Michael interrupted you.

“I know”. He said suddenly, looking into your eyes with a far-off, almost dead look in his eyes.

You knew it was probably because he was drunk but the way he was looking at you, made you feel incredibly uncomfterable.. Almost on edge.

His words made your skin crawl as well. If he really knew how you felt, if he had any empathy for you then he wouldn’t have literally tried to kill you with his girlfriend. You sat up a bit straighter and stretched a bit before replying and looking at him again.

“Michael you don’t know. If you really knew how I felt then you wouldn’t have tried to kill me-“

You immeaditly stopped talking once you realized Michael swiftly bent his back over the toilet and was gripping the edges of it for dear life as he threw his guts up - once again.

You managed to scramble over to him insanely fast, not really knowing what exactly to do - touching or rubbing his back seemed to intimate so you settled for just sitting next to him and making sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit. Every time he threw up, you could feel your heart skip a beat - you hated how you were concerned for him but yet, you just kind of wanted him to be okay.

He let go of the toilet and sat back suddenly which made you back off a bit as he looked at you as if he didn’t even notice how close you were. He was breathing heavy, extremely out of breath from being sick and there were tears in his eyes. Most likely from how exhausted he was from throwing up. In between his heavy breaths, he managed to throw out a,

“I’m sorry”. His words came out cold and sudden but yet; held a hint of sincereness to them.

You didn’t know what exactly what Michael was referring too, if he was sorry for the incident that had occurred with Madison or for the fact he had just thrown up. Either way, you knew not to take him too seriously - he was drunk. He didn’t necessarily mean anything he was saying. They were simply words with no meaning. Still, you couldn’t help but feel empathetic toward him. You looked at him, into his hazy blue eyes as you next spoke.

“It’s okay”. You replied softly.

You stayed silent for a couple of moments that, in reality probably only lasted a few minuets but felt like hours. You didn’t bother to move away; you now sat a couple feet away from him. It didn’t take long at all for the silentness of the bathroom to drive you mad, the sound of the bathroom vent seemed to become deafening to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. Being silent like this was silly, being quiet and alone with your thoughts when you really didn’t have to be when Michael was here - was purely idiotic. So you chose to speak again. Just sitting in his bathroom waiting for him to throw up again seemed to be painfully unbearable.

“Michael.. why are you doing this? Why did you get painfully wasted”? You asked, with a slight giggle.

Your not sure what exactly you were expecting, maybe some witty or snarky comeback but he sounded defeated in the words he decided to use next.

“Take a guess”. He mused.

Maybe it was just a figment of your imagination or perhaps the haziness of being extremly tired had started to take over, but you could swear that Michael had stopped slurring his words. Almost seeming to speak completely coherently.

You sat their puzzled as you licked your lips and noticed your mouth was growing exceptionally dry as you tried to find a response. You really had no idea why Michael seemed to have a sudden change of heart and was even attempting to befriend you? It really made no sense.

“Your trying to kill me again”. The words came out before you even processed or thought about what you were about to say but you kept talking.

“You befriending me; this whole ‘ploy’ of you being nice to me is just good acting. You don’t care about me - you proven that far too many times Michael. Your just getting close to me so you can try to kill me again”. You said, emotion thick within your voice and tears even started to gather in your eyes by the time you were done with your little speech.

You stared down at your feet in shame, not daring to look Michael in the eyes. Your breath was hitched in your throat; you stopped breathing, it wasn’t necessarily a choice but you knew that if you took another breath you would end up sobbing. Admitting all of this, your deep insecurities to Michael - even if he was drunk - was already too much vulnerability for you.

After sitting like that for a moment, you started to feel extremely lightheaded - as if the world was spinning from the lack of oxygen when you suddenly felt strongly compelled to look up - and you did so.

You let go of the breath you were holding in so tightly when you noticed Michael had crawled towards you, and was now sitting terribly close to you. Too close.

His legs were drawn up near his chest and he looked at you curiously. Your notion of him being sober was clearly false, that was easy to tell now that you were looking at him up close. The way in which his eyes could barely stay focused and his mannerisms told you he clearly still had alcohol in his system. He continued to look puzzled as he spoke.

“Who hurt you like that, to make you think that way”? Michael asked.

You could tell by the way that he spoke that his words were genuine but you couldn’t help it as you felt anger boil in your veins. Was he that naive?

“What would you say, if I said it was you that did”? You words came spitting out as if you were breathing fire.

Michael looked around the room for a second as he lazily laughed. Your thoughts of him being sober seemed to come back to you, it was odd how he seemed to act like his sober self one minuete and drunk the next. You supposed it was just another thing you would never understand about him.

“Me? I barely know you”! Michael said, the words stifling with laughter. His laughter seemed to echo throughout the room until it seemingly was the only thing you could fucking hear and you had enough. You were more powerful than Michael, he did NOT get to talk down to you or mock you like this.

You would be the fucking supreme, and if you really wanted too, you could probably even kill him if you had no morals but it lucky for him, you weren’t a sociopath.

You quickly shot up so that you were on your two feet - standing up so fast that your head started to spin lightly again. You noticed how Michaels eyes were on you now as he watched as you tried to navigate yourself out of the bathroom as you were now incredibly light headed.

“Wait, where are you going”? You heard Michael ask as you turned around away from him.

You knew realistically he could only be barely a foot or so away but his voice sounded echoey and far away - almost like he was in another room. You also couldn’t help but giggle at his choice of words - that was definetly drunk Michael talking again.

At first you weren’t planning on responding to him but just as your hand found the door handle you whipped your head around - just enough to make eye contact.

“I never should’ve came back here with you. This was a fucking mistake. I should’ve known that you would never change”. You growled out.

You turned your body and your head back around quickly, but as you grabbed the door handle you felt the room spin faster and faster and you felt incredibly unsteady - until you finally lost your footing and fell backwards onto the hardwood floor.

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[get-lost-in-fanfiction]

LOST - Another Story

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I don’t have anything special to say for this chapter, so enjoy House of the Rising Sun!

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House of the Rising Sun

I’m sitting on the beach as Kate, Jack, and Charlie getting ready to go on a hike for the water. I realize that now is the time for Jack to want everyone to go to the caves. I’ve already made my decision, and I’ve got a pretty good excuse as to why I want to stay on the beach. As the only other person with medical experience, I’m going to stay on the beach while Jack is up at the caves. It’s a foolproof statement and not revealing at all that part of the reason I want to stay is Sawyer.

I tune in to catch Kate say, “It's not like I'm asking a personal question.”

“It is a personal question,” Jack replies.

“You don't have to get all quiet on me. I just want to know,” Kate says as she puts water into the backpack on Jack's back.

“Well, you're not going to know.”

“What's the big deal?”

“It's not a big deal. It's just something I did. I had my reasons. And I don't want to put it out there.”

I glance over and notice Sun watching them, I feel bad for her. Realizing now that this is House of the Rising Sun I decide that now is the time to “get to know her.”

“It's just that you and your tattoos don't add up,” Kate’s voice cuts through my thoughts, “Are you one of those hard-core spinal surgeons?”

“That's me. Hard-core,” Jack replies.

“If you guys are finished verbally copulating we should get a move on,” Charlie butts in, a pack on his back, “There's a whole beach of people waiting for us to get some drinking water for them. And the great white hunter's getting restless.”

“Okay, let's do this,” Jack finally says.

“Hey, Charlie. Ask Jack about his tattoos,” Kate says, amusement clear in her voice.

“Oh, you guys have an inside joke. How absolutely wonderful for you both,” Charlie replies sarcastically.

I never realized how in the first few episodes, the main characters all sort of have their centric episodes, which are appropriately named. I wonder what my episode would have been called if I was a real character. Probably something to do with hiking, since the character-centric episodes are named based on the flashbacks shown in that episode. Then again, who says I'm a main character anyway, I could get killed by Ethan for all I know. I shake that thought from my mind, I don’t want to die.

Then, suddenly, Jin is stomping angrily over towards Michael. Sun shouts after him. Jin runs up and tackles Michael at the edge of the water and starts slugging him.

“Hey, hey, what the…” Michael says hurriedly.

“Stop! Hey stop!” Walt shouts. Walt rushes up and Jin shoves him back, knocking him down. I scramble to my feet to help.

“Get off of him, please! Stop! Stop!” Michael says as he gets repeatedly beaten. Jin is trying to drown him. I bounce on my feet and look around nervously, no one is helping.

“Do something! He's going to kill him! Stop him, please!” Walt is screaming at Sun, and she is screaming back. Finally Sayid and Sawyer show up, and are running out to help. Sayid tackles Jin. Sawyer grabs Michael.

“The handcuffs from the Sky Marshal! Now!” Sayid shouts.

Sawyer tries to hand them to Sayid, but Jin is thrashing around and Sawyer has to help him to subdue Jin. Jin is then handcuffed to some kind of bar on the plane. Jin is still struggling. I rush over to Walt and place my arm around his shoulder.

“What happened?” Sayid says to Sun as Sawyer looks at me.

“I'm getting tired of saying this,” Michael begins, “I was just walking the beach with my son, and all of the sudden this dude is all up on me. I didn't do anything.”

Jim says something in Korean and everyone stares tensely at each other.

“Surely there must be something you're not telling us,” Sayid reasons.

“Surely? Where you from man?” Michael asks

“Tikrit. Iraq,” Sayid answers simply.

“Okay. I don't know how it is in Iraq, but in the United States of America where I'm from, Korean people don't like black people. Did you know that?”

Again, Jin shouts something in Korean.

“So maybe you ought to talk to him!” Micheal says angrily, pointing at Jin.

Sun points to her watch and says, “지금 시계 때문에 그래요, 시계.”

“The cuffs stay on!” Sayid shouts at her.

“A little louder, Omar. Maybe then she'll understand you,” Sawyer says sarcastically.

“Lay off him Sawyer,” I say and he just looks at me.

Then Hurley walks up to us, “Guys, that Chinese dude is going to get pretty crispy out here. How long are you going to keep him tied down like that?”

“Jin is Korean, Hurley,” I try to say as nicely as possible.

“He tried to kill Michael. We all saw it. The cuffs stay on until we know why,” Sayid says.

“Come on, man. Let's go,” Micheal says to Walt and I release him with a squeeze. Walt smiles at me and I smile back before he runs to catch up with his father.

As everyone disperses, Sawyer stays, looking over at Jin and Sun off in the distance. I stay with him.

“What are you thinking?” I ask cautiously.

“Nothin’ blue eyes,” Sawyer answers tersely.

“You’re so hot and cold with me,” I say, changing the subject and crossing my arms over my chest.

“What?”

“You heard me, one day you’re all sweet and protective then the next you’re like this! What’s going on?”

Sawyer sighs, “Blue eyes..”

“Dimples,” I sigh back. Sawyer smiles suddenly and brings me in for a noogie. I thrash in his arms, smacking them and laughing loudly.

“Sawyer?! Sawyer, get off!” I laugh-shout. He lets me go at that.

“C'mon let’s go eat some boar,” Sawyer says and I follow him in disbelief. Maybe me being here changes him for the better, sooner.

Once again I am on the beach, sitting, in the same spot I always do. I know right now somewhere in the jungle at the caves Jack, Kate, Locke, and Charlie have found “our very own Adam and Eve.” I know who they are, really, and I chuckle to myself at the story writers. They really waited until almost the end of the show to tell us who those two skeletons were. I know that Lost is all connected, but I have nothing else to think about. I look over my shoulder and there is Sun, sitting there looking troubled. I make a decision.

I get up from my place in the sand and walk cautiously over to her. She gives me an odd look and I wonder if it’s because of the time traveling thing, or the fact that I was with Sayid and Sawyer in the whole hand-cuffing incident. I try to set my face in a friendly expression as I approach her.

“Hi Sun, can we chat?” I say cheerily.

“아멜리아?” Sun questions, and I look at her with a blank expression. Real life doesn’t have subtitles. Damn.

“Uhm I’m really sorry I can’t understand you, but I want to talk. I promise I won’t hurt you,” I say quickly, “Van we go over there?” I point into the jungle, wanting to make sure our meeting is as secluded as possible. Sun nods and gets up.

“Great, we’ll, follow me then,” I say with a smile. I lead us off into the jungle, my heart pounding out of my chest. I’m not even sure this is a good move or not. But it’s worth a shot. We travel into the jungle a bit when I stop and turn. I take a deep breath and begin my unprepared speech.

“So, Sun. I know your husband has caused some issues lately with Micheal and stuff. I’m not here to be your enemy. Maybe you heard, maybe you didn’t, but um,” I take another deep breath before the shoe drops, “I’m a time traveler?” Sun stares at me.

“So I know that is probably really weird for you, and you’re probably wondering why I’m talking to you when I can’t understand you and you must not be able to understand me. Well, I know your secret. I know you can speak English and I know you can understand all of us.”

“You— You do?” Sun asks tentatively.

“Yes, I do, and I promise I wasn’t going to tell anyone. I understand how big this is for you. I figured since I have a mind boggling secret and that you have a mind boggling secret we could form an alliance of sorts?” I smile and Sun does too, “Not that we're forming a group against anyone, just that once you want to share that you speak English I’ll back you up is all.”

“You’re very kind Amelia, thank you.”

“Of course Sun,” I cut myself off, I’m not sure what else to say. “Should we head back to the beach? And again I promise not to tell.”

“Yes, let’s go back.” So we walk back together, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible when we come out of the jungle together. We part ways and Sun walks over to Jin. I suddenly stop when I see Walt playing in the sand.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Micheal says to Walt, then he turns to Jin, “You say something to my boy?”

Jin says something ans Walt looks scared. Sun looks scared as well and glances towards me for support. I’m rooted to the spot.

“Yeah, nice talking to you, too. Move it, Walt,” Micheal says.

They begin to walk away and Walt asks, “How come he doesn't like us?”

“What?”

“You said people like him don't like people like us.”

“Oh man. You know, uh, look, that's not true, and you know what, I don't think like that anyway. I was, I was angry.”

“What did you do to him?” Walt asks, and I’ve heard enough. It’s not my place to eavesdrop. I glance one more time at Sun before walking quickly down the beach towards the tents.

“Miss Kassman? Miss- Amelia wake up,” A strange, but kind voice says to me. I groggily open my eyes, and take in the surroundings of stark white walls and the beeping of some sort of machine.

“What.. Why am I here?” I whisper throatily, my voice hoarse from unuse.

“There was an accident, Miss Kassman. You survived,” I open my eyes to see a doctor with brown hair.

“M-My family? My mom, my dad? My brother?” I try to sit up, tears welling up in my eyes as a lump in my throat begins to constrict my airway.

“Please stay calm Miss Kassman,” the doctor says, and I search his sad face. I already know the answer. I burst out sobbing, my body wracked with survivors guilt. The doctor says silent as I cry myself out. After about 10 minutes I am finally able to regain myself and wipe my eyes.

“They’re dead aren’t they?” I croak out. The doctor only nods. I can tell he’s uncomfortable, but I don’t register it fully. “What’s your name?” I ask again, but quieter.

“Jack, Doctor Jack Shepherd,” the doctor says simply. “They told me to come and take a look at you. You sustained major burn injuries to your back, I’m a spinal surgeon and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

I stare down at my hands, this Dr. Shepherd has bad bedside manner. I wiggle my hands and toes, I shake my legs and then look back up at the doctor. “I think I’m okay..” I say quietly.

“Good, that’s good,” the doctor says while standing, “The x-rays told me that much, but I needed to make sure myself.” Dr. Shepherd turns to leave and puts his hand on the doorknob before turning back to me.

“I’m very sorry for your loss,” he says simply but full of pity before opening the door and walking out. Soon enough a nurse comes in and checks on me. She changed my IV and tells me she is giving me something to sleep. She puts it in, and in a few minutes I am out like a light.

Soon enough Jack and Kate return with the water. I know Locke and Charlie stayed up at the caves to look through the wreckage there, so when I spot Jack, Kate, and Sayid finally walk away from each other that’s when I approach.

“Hey guys, welcome back!” I say more cheerily than I want, “Do you guys have water?”

“We sure do,” Jack says as he pulls a bottle from his pack and hands it to me. I take it greatfully and sit down in the sand to drink. Jack and Kate look at each other once before Jack speaks up.

“So, Amelia,” Jack begins, clearing his throat a bit, “Where the water is were some caves that could offer some pretty good shelter.” I look between Jack and Kate.

“Are you asking my opinion because you know I already knew about the caves?” I ask suspiciously.

“No no no,” Jack says, “I was going to ask your opinion but not because of the future thing. We think that digging in at the caves together would be a good way to survive. We have 46 people to give water to, it would be much easier if we were there.”

“Well, I think that while yes the water is closer, there might be a chance that we could get rescued if we stay on the beach,” I say unconvincingly.

“You and I both know no one is going to rescue us,” Jack replies, and I sigh. He’s right.

“Well Doc, I think you should just ask everyone and see who wants to go. If by some miracle we do get found us beach-ies can alert you cave-ies,” I stand and toss the half drunk water bottle back to Jack, “Thanks for the water.”

I mill around the beach and watch as Jack goes around to different people and gather up a group to go to the caves. I search around for Sawyer for a bit, but eventually give up when I can’t see him right away. Then I hear Jack and Hurley talk, and I whip my head around to scan the beach. Then I finally see Sawyer approach Kate, but his back is away from me. I scramble to my feet and sneak up on their conversation.

“Well, well, well, if ain't the belle of the ball?” Sawyer says as he reaches Kate, I’m right on time, “So what's it like having both the doctor and Captain Falafel fighting over you?” Kate doesn't respond, nor does she see me, “Just call 'em how I seem 'em, Freckles. Truth be told, I'm not the only one wondering where you're going to weigh in on this whole moving off the beach thing. Are you going with the pessimists, or staying here and waiting for the rescue boats?”

“Are you going?” Kate finally asks with an edge to her voice.

“Well, that's the real trick, isn't it? We all pack up stakes for the caves and the next day a plane passes by, they're going to go on their merry way and be none the wiser. On the other hand, stay here, get eaten by boars, fall off a rock, not going to be anyone around to answer that 911 call.”

“Amelia will probably stay, and you still haven't answered my question.”

“You didn't answer mine. And I asked first,” Sawyer says, not reacting to Kate’s mention of me. Kate just walks away and Sawyer turns around, bumping right into me.

“Whoa blue eyes! Where did you come from?” Sawyer asks.

“I was standing here the whole time,” I say, crossing my arms over my body and hugging my hips.

“So you heard Kate and I’s conversation?”

“Indeed I did James,” Sawyer lunges at me and covers my mouth with his hand.

“Say that a little louder will you?” He hisses at me, and I just lick his hand. I laugh heartily when he retracts his hand quickly and wipes it on his shirt.

“So are you going to the caves blue eyes?” He finally asks me.

“No actually, I think I’m going to stay here. You know in case someone needs a doctor and Jack isn’t around. It’ll be good practice,” I say as nonchalantly as I can.

“Awe and here I was thinkin’ it was all for me.”

“Not everything is about you, blondie,” I tease.

“Ohoho finally got a new nickname for me?”

“Indeed I do, and I see you’re still using the classic ‘blue-eyes.’”

“What can I say, I’m an unoriginal man.”

“Whatever you say dimples,” I say as I walk away, using his own line against him and leaving him dumbfounded.

Soon, almost too soon, Jack and his little group are getting ready to head out to the caves. I toss some wood on the ground for a future fire as Jack approaches me.

“Amelia,” He says shortly. I turn around and smile at him, his pack on his back and looking ready to go.

“Jack, what can I do for you?” I ask more kindly than I feel at that moment.

“Since you’re staying on the beach I wanted to give you some supplies, for doctor...ing,” Jack says clumsily. He hands me a small pack and I take it while looking inside. There is medicine and a few other things for patching up wounds. Simple stuff.

“Thanks Jack, I’ll keep it in my tent.”

“Just don’t let Sawyer steal it, okay?”

I laugh and sling the pack over my shoulder, “I won’t don’t worry, and if he does I have my ways of persuading him.”

Jack laughs as well and shakes his head before holding out his hand to shake, “Well, I’ll see you around doctor.”

I reach out and shake Jack’s hand firmly for a moment before dropping it, “See you around Doc.” Then he walks away and joins the group of Jin, Sun, two redshirts, and Hurley heading towards the caves. I wave at their group and Hurley waves back before I turn back to my pile of wood and begin to set up a fire as the sun begins to set.

Once it’s night and I know for sure that the group is at the caves, I allow myself to relax and sit with Sawyer, Sayid, and Kate around a fire. Sawyer makes room for me and I sit next to him, close but not too close. I look up at the sky as I feel Sawyer’s arm sling low across my back, hidden from our other firemates. I smile into the stars and close my eyes. It’s a peaceful night, and I know it won’t last long.

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They kept him chained down within his own mind. The mask of being human always causing his anger to spike. Dean hid his rage behind smiles and attitude. But when Sam chose a demon over him, the room they had been in turned into an even greater mess. Archangels, Angels, and demons across the world could feel the wave of dark and golden grace. Ruby shivered and whimpered silently to herself while away from Sam.

Dean felt the rage overflow, he could not control himself as he searched for his human brother. Words are the nicest thing he could have with the She-demon.

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When Lilith was slain, her blood opening the cage, Dean entered the room, a dark look in his eyes. Sam felt fear spike in his chest when he saw the darkened look coming from his brother’s eyes. The moment Ruby was in sight, the words died in Dean’s throat at what the She-demon manipulated his Sammy into doing. Ruby, fortunately for her, was only stabbed with the knife Dean had taken with him. Dean letting out a vicious roar as he did so. Sam shivered and the beings in the area did the same. As Lucifer came up from the cage he felt the vengeful, dark grace push against his own. He yelled and his wings fluttered. Dean looked over to the fallen angel, his eyes glowing a pure white.

“Abbas?” He said softly and moved closer to the human who should not have grace coming from his form. Dean twitched and felt the signs of a black out coming for him. Sam’s eyes widened when Dean’s rolled into the back of his head. Lucifer lounged for the elder Winchester as he collapsed, but he only caught air as both brothers vanished. Sam was the only one awake to see the old church get destroyed. Dean unconscious.

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When the two brothers returned to Bobby’s, Dean fled into the panic room. Locking himself in and screaming in agony and rage. A long locked away secret clawing to get loose. To find their anchor. “LUCIFER! MICHEAL!” Dean screamed in Enochian. “GABRIEL!” His voice shaking the house entirely. The names of his brothers and his anchor sending shivers through Sam and Bobby’s spines. “Bobby what’s going on?!” Sam shouted as Dean’s wails got louder and louder. Bobby shrugged in terrified confusion. He scurried with the younger Winchester when the screams, worryingly, stopped. They found Dean laying limp on the wall farthest from the door. All of the Archangels shivered when the screams stopped.

Lucifer curled within the vessel he inhabited. “I hear you brother. I hear you.” He whispered with his grace nudging against the darkened grace surrounding his in a bond made long ago. His eyes sealed shut and his body shivering.

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Sam and Bobby dug deep into the books and lore to figure out who Lucifer had called Dean, since the eldest Winchester refused to come out of the panic room to do so. “Castiel, can you come down here? We need your help.” Sam prayed and got an answer through the book before him being flipped and a page being turned to. Faded, but still legible. Abbas, Archangel of Judgement. Three pairs of wings, bronze, gold, and white. Dirty blonde hair and eyes the same as Dean’s.

Dean’s wails started up again. He wanted to be freed. He wanted to spread his wings, to reap judgement past due. His grace wanted to wrap around the grace of his anchor, to feel it cool and calm his own. And after four days of this cycle of quiet then chaos. Dean left the panic room in a daze. He leaned against the door frame as he walked to his and Sam’s shared room. Laying down and passing out. “Dean?” Sam asked softly when he woke to find Dean curled around him later on. Arms wrapped protectively and legs tangled with his. Dean just pulled the younger closer and encouraged him to sleep too.

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The chase to find and reseal Lucifer was long. Castiel and the other angels tense and nervous around Dean when they were needed. Dean was quiet, hands itching to touch the remains of grace from his anchor only to find him long gone. Bond eerily quiet and cold. When they found Gabriel, the archangel froze. Eyes locking on Dean when he brushed his grace against that of Gabriel’s. The amber eyed male tearing up. He was then pulled into the arms of his big brother. Sobbing and pushing his grace into Dean’s, seeking comfort he hasn’t had in millions of centuries. Though the elder Winchester was surprised at first, he still soothed the other with his own. “You’re awake! I heard you! But they wouldn’t let me find you!”

Dean soothed Gabriel with soft words. Leaving Sam confused, bitch face in full swing. “De, start talking. Now.” Sam demanded as he crossed his arms. Dean gently nudging Gabriel into his side to rest. The three had sat down after Gabriel was finished checking Dean over. Dean was reluctant to talk about his angelic history. It being far to sore a subject that even Bobby was strictly in the dark. “If I had it my way, Sammy, I wouldn’t tell you shit.” Dean grumbled. He rubbed Gabriel’s back, between wings in severe need of grooming, as he thought how best to talk to Sam. “Well, I’d like to know how long this Abbas asshole has been with you. So, start from there.” Dean wanted to laugh. Sammy thought that Abbas was someone else entirely. When in reality, he and the archangel of judgment were one and the same.

“Sammy, here’s what you don’t seem to get. I am Abbas. Abbas is me. I’m, how you say, in my own personal prison. I never wanted to be human.” Dean said with no small amount of irritation. “Before, and even after the rebellion, I got a little too twitchy for the old man’s liking. So he and Death decided to seal what they didn’t like away. What better way to deal with an Archangel who just lost the one thing keeping them sane.” Dean’s mouth twitched in a humorless smile for a moment. Gabriel shivered when the short haired male decided to groom messy wings. Though Sam could not out right see the wings, Dean could.

It was common that Dean, while still with his brethren, would check the wings of fledglings and even the archangels. Grooming them like a mother hen. The others realized long ago that it reassured Dean they were still there. As many had disappeared suddenly over time. “That doesn’t explain everything. You damn well know that.” Sam stated and Dean did laugh then. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. They bound me in a human form, many human forms actually. Gotta move with the times right? I constantly had to grow back up. Lived with different human parents.” Dean shrugged at the horrified expression on Sam’s face.

“Then I was born in the Winchester household. As Dean Winchester. Eldest brother to you. I couldn’t access my grace back then. To save Mary. She was actually a mother I wanted to grow up with. To make proud.” Dean sighed with grief. “But, seems Azazel had other plans. And I got raised differently. Well, I didn’t get raised. I raised you and grew up being a parent instead of a child. Didn’t mind since I’d had children in my past lives.” Dean smiled fondly at those memories. Gabriel purring in his lap.

The other archangel had moved to nuzzle under his brother’s neck. Laying chest to chest to give Dean better access to his wings. Dean sat the feathers on the floor next to the couch after they either fell or were pulled. Sam found it both very cute and oddly enough didn’t seem bothered that the smaller archangel was curled like a cat against his brother. But then again, he had seen weirder. Dean grumbled when he found things within the wings, muttering about washing them later.

Dean felt his own wings flutter at the thought of bathing. His own grace shivering in quiet excitement that did nothing to pull Gabriel from his sleep. Dean poked the bond connecting him to his anchor, scowling when he found the bond was still icy and silent. “Who’s your bond with, Dean?” Sam asked after Dean gently kissed the side of Gabriel’s head. The smaller angel nuzzling subconsciously. “Lucifer. I did mention that I was going insane after his fall, ya know.” Dean arched a brow when Sam choked on his own spit at the declaration. Sam looked at Dean like he had two heads after that. Watching as the elder Winchester picked the archangel up and started for what he assumed was the bathroom.

Sam didn’t follow. Something Dean was grateful for, as he wasn’t keen on letting the giant of a man see his baby brother naked. To Dean, it’s like looking at your children. He raised the younger angels and Archangels after they were created. And once Lucifer and Micheal were old enough they helped him raised the others. Dean snorted while getting the water warm. Gabriel was always with Lucifer, both having tricks and pranks to dish out. Never against Dean though, as he could do much worse than them.

Micheal learned fighting styles and other more warrior like things from Dean. Always copying the elder Archangel, Dean pretending he didn’t see the boy as he trained beside him. Rafael was raised into books, and much to his delight, Dean always had stories to tell or books to help him learn. While he did have their father’s wisdom and knowledge, it was Dean who helped him channel it. As time went on, Dean and Lucifer fell for the other. The elder of the two seemingly calming down from his more destructive habits. Much to the annoyance of their Aunt Amara. Dean snorted again as he sat Gabriel in the bath, his wings spread out over the edges so Dean could reach them. Dean hummed softly, it sounded like a far away church organ. Gabriel purred as he woke up, blinking sleepily as he caught Dean humming in his more angelic voice.

“You still sound beautiful, big bro.” He said softly, earning a chuckle as he shuttered his eyes. Dean kept humming. While he was by no means a choir angel, he still could sing. Baritone was his most used tone. It rumbled deep in his chest and caused the fledglings and younger angels to giggle. It also calmed down the Seraphs after a day of battle. Gabriel made a small sound of relief when he felt the debris leave his wings under the spray. He hadn’t paid much attention to his wings after Abbas was sealed away and Lucifer was cast out of heaven. “And you wonder where the youngling Choir angels got it from.” Gabriel teased and made a large exhale as his oil glands were cleared. Dean snorted at the memory of having little choir angels trying to sing with him. They couldn’t keep a tune for long but they got better with time and patience. Patience, the angel race found, was ever present for them alone.

Dean scowled a bit, remembering how he got twitchy after their father created the humans. Lucifer had the mark containing Aunt Amara at the time. So the twitchy attitude Dean had at the time was thought to be understandable. It wasn’t until Lucifer snapped that Abbas felt the tugs to cast judgment upon the humans. He even felt the urge from Lucifer from time to time to do it. Though the younger archangel tried to hide it from him. Their father realized that Abbas wasn’t handling the new creations as well as he did with the angels. Lucifer being cast down was only the icing on the cake after that. Since the Archangel had no way of keeping a calm and rational mental state.

So much like Aunt Amara, Abbas was sealed in a different type of cage. “You’re brooding again.” Gabriel mumbled sleepily, getting wing massages and bathes were lulling the youngest Archangel to deep sleep again. Dean smiled softly as he emptied the tub, pulled Gabriel into a warm towel, and dried the man off. He walked to Gabriel’s room and found warm fluffy clothes to wrap his brother in. Along with boxers, Dean clothed his brother and put him to bed. “You really do have the mindset of a mom.” Sam snickered, quietly laughing when Dean turned a half hearted glare onto him. “Well when you have nothing else to do but be a parent to your younger siblings, it tends to stick.” Dean responded with no heat, Sam still felt a little guilty for not trying harder to be a better brother. Dean huffed a breath, he twitched his wings as he walked. He couldn’t do anything more than twitch them, they were bound by holy leather to his back. All three sets.

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Dean rolled his neck and popped it, grunting softly. It would be a long time before he could rid himself from these straps. Since no one but his bonded, who was still missing, or Micheal, who he hasn’t seen in millennium, could cut them off. Dean had tried ridding himself of them, but all it did was tighten the straps to his back. The blonde felt a growl well up in his chest, felt his darkened grace lash out at forces that were no longer within his reach to feel. With his grace locked and his wings restrained, the calls to cast Judgment were few and far in between. Sam had gone to bed, Gabriel had remained asleep still. Dean didn’t feel the need to rest. He poked at the bond, quiet still, but warming up. Dean smiled softly in quiet relief that his anchor didn’t feel he had to block Dean from him. Even if it was only to give the sense of safe-alive-home that Dean really needed.

“I’ll find you, beloved. Neither Father nor Death will keep me from you.” Dean muttered with a steadfast promise. And somewhere in the world, Chuck shivered, knowing full well that Abbas would keep that promise.

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Elsewhere, Lucifer was in hell. Dealing with things that had gone down while he was away. Feeling the constant pokes and prods of his Archangel of Judgement. Abbas was worried, and a small bit of anger. Lucifer knew damn well why Abbas was angry. Being separated from his grace, from his wings, from their brothers, and from Lucifer himself. Abbas was twitchy even before they were separated. Lucifer gave Abbas a small bit of reassurance, and felt the anger and worry ease into something he was sure Abbas could now manage. The darkened grace almost having a purr of its own now that Lucifer has acknowledged its owner. Lucifer can’t meet with Abbas now, in his mind Lucifer isn’t ready to see him again. But feeling his Archangel through the bond was enough to reassure him that Abbas still loved him.

As the demons around him moved, Lucifer allowed his wings to brush against the walls and the pillars of the throne room. None of the others understood what their lord was doing, nor did they need to. Lucifer stretched his wings, feeling the pops and cracks of disuse leave. With a sigh, Lucifer vanished to the surface to explore. Trying to get an idea of where his Archangel was. However, the shift in placement told Abbas where Lucifer was anyway. Lucifer was sure of that. It didn’t take much for Abbas to figure out where Lucifer was when the bond they had formed so long ago was so strong. But the younger Archangel knew that, without his wings the Archangel of Judgement could not fly to him. Something Lucifer was sure Abbas was roaring internally about.

“Do you think he’ll let me see him soon?” Lucifer looked at the sky without the need to turn around. Rafael was there behind him. “Don’t count on it, Elder brother.” Rafael said simply as he felt the warmth of Abbas’ grace flow over them both. While the archangels could only move their grace at Will to things nearest them, Abbas could reach across the world if he needed. Judgement is passed to everyone, not just a few. “I say the old man will. He can’t keep Abs away from his anchor forever.” Lucifer snarked. “Besides, he doesn’t want Abs to cast judgment on his favorite toys too soon, right?” He snickered when Rafael’s eyes went wide before the other vanished to tell their brother. “Don’t have to wait too long, Abs. I’ll find you before he has the chance to try and control you.” Lucifer muttered as he vanished back to Hell.

[writersrealmbts]

Joining His Pack: Burning

Description: Sanctuary Series: Joining His Pack. It feels like time is running out and you and Namjoon still haven’t found a proper den. 

Warnings: 

Posted: 04/20/2020

Tags:  Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Reader

I don’t even know what genre this is: 3,503 words

A/N: Oof.

Previous Part.

You looked around, but there was this feeling in the pit of your stomach that you just couldn’t shake. Rationally, it was everything you and Namjoon wanted.

Irrationally, it wasn’t the right place. Not for you, not for your pups.

“Y/n?” Jimin asked, looking a little worried. “What do you think?”

“I know…I know it checks all of our boxes,” You started, speaking slowly and measuring your words, “and it’s a very beautiful house.”

“You don’t like it,” Namjoon said bluntly, not looking surprised.

“I don’t understand why, though. It’s perfect in all rationality, but every time I think about our life here…it feels wrong.” You whined along with the words, distressed at what you couldn’t decipher within yourself.

Jimin’s ear flicked and he stepped back as Namjoon hurried to your side. “Um, I’ll step outside and let you two talk.”

“I’m sorry,” You said, tears brimming.

Namjoon quickly folded you into his arms. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. He understands.”

Jimin nodded, smiling a little before ducking out the back door and closing it.

“I don’t,” You sobbed out, tucking into his shoulder.

Namjoon let out a thoughtful hum. “We’ll find a place that will check all of our boxes that you feel comfortable in, I promise. It’s okay if this place doesn’t feel right to you. But can we keep it on the list in case we don’t find anything better?”

You nodded, sniffling and trying to get control of yourself. “I just feel so bad! Jimin’s been working so hard and I can’t settle on anything.”

“It’s okay, y/n.”

“He probably thinks I hate him and I’m trying to make his life difficult,” You squeaked.

“He doesn’t think that, baby.”

“I’m a terrible mate,” You wailed.

“Omega,” He said, his voice dangerously deep.

You gasped, falling into silence, holding your breath and tearing up even more.

He pulled away and wiped the tears from your face. “Enough of that. You’re not a terrible mate, nor will you ever be a terrible mate. You’re wonderful. I think we should get you home, though. You’re going through the preheat hormones again, and you won’t be able to settle on a den in this state. We’ll go back to one of our places and make a nice nest and cuddle for the rest of the evening, okay?”

“Alpha?” You whispered.

His gaze was gentle, and loving as he gentle wiped more tears from your cheeks. “It’s okay, omega. I’ll take care of you.”

The door opened again, and Jimin came in on the phone, but he looked nervous.

Namjoon pulled you back into his arms, a little protective, but mostly comforting. “I think we need to be done, Jimin.”

Jimin hung up after a quick farewell. He hesitated when about to say something, then cleared his throat. “There’s one more place. We can’t get into it any other day of the week. It needs some cleaning up, and most of the windows need to be replaced, but…it’s the one I really wanted to show you guys. It had a sort of vibe to it that I thought you would like, hyung. I wouldn’t normally insist, but—”

“Okay,” You said. The distress had started waning with Namjoon’s ministrations, and you were starting to be able to think clearly again. As long as nothing set you off there, you would be okay. Just in need of extra sleep. You’d been struggling with preheat hormones for a week now, and preheat symptoms for two weeks—which included making nests every night, insisting on getting scented by your alpha at strange times in the day (getting you in trouble at work when you just randomly skipped out), food hoarding, and even more clothing snatching.

You were worse when Namjoon couldn’t stay the night with you, sometimes unable to even get out of bed because all rational thought had left you and all you could focus on was that your alpha hadn’t spent the night with you. He called every morning he didn’t stay with you after the first three times that had happened. And house hunting had been an absolute nightmare.

Namjoon guided your eyes to meet his. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, blinking. “Yeah, it’s fading again. As long as I don’t get upset again, I should be semi-rational.”

Namjoon nodded slowly in return. “Okay. Okay, Chim. Let’s go.”

“Here’s the address.”

The three of you headed out, you and Namjoon in his car, and Jimin in his.

“You’re getting worse,” Namjoon murmured quietly, worry clear in the profile of his face.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, baby. It’s not like you can help it. I’m just worried about you. Look, I can rework my finances so that you can afford to quit that job. You can move into my apartment until we do find a place for us, and then we won’t both be paying for a place. I know you wanted to keep your place, but…nights and mornings are the worst for you—”

“And you can’t sleep when you stay with me, I know.”

He winced. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay. We’ll talk about it after we see this house.” You closed your eyes, trying to ignore that weir prickly feeling under your skin.

He reached over and took your hand, squeezing it.

“Besides, Jimin did say this was the one he really wanted to show us. Maybe it will be the one.” You curled in your seat at the uncomfortable pain in your abdomen. “It’s like cramps now. Whyyyyyy….”

“I think there’s still some ibuprofen in the glove box.”

You paused, then looked in there, finding a bottle. “You’re the best mate ever.”

“You put it in there.”

“I did?”

“You did.”

“Are you sure that was me?”

“You told me that if we were going to be mates, then I should have some emergency stuff for you and you put that in there.” He smiled, but you could see the worry in his gaze.

You frowned. “I don’t remember that. It’s probably just the preheat hormones getting to my head. I don’t really even remember what I had for breakfast this morning.”

“Jimin brought muffins, you ate a blueberry and a cranberry muffin, and then you also had a hashbrown.”

You blinked. “Oh yeah. Those were good muffins.”

“I think they’re still in the back seat if you’re hungry.”

You shook your head. “Too cramp-y.”

“Better than feverish,” He murmured, glancing over at you. Then his eyes widened as he looked ahead. “Hey, baby, look at that.”

You didn’t remember him turning down the driveway, but sitting in front of you was a house that was situated in the perfect yard. It definitely needed work. Most of the windows were broken or looked like they were damaged, and the porch looked like it was sinking in one corner.

But it looked solid.

You got out of the car in a daze, breathing in the air to determine whether you liked the smell of the area.

Namjoon took your hand and squeezed it.

“Like I said, it needs some work, but I think it’s one of the best options on the market and it has all of the elements you guys listed. And it has four bedrooms. It’s slightly bigger than what you guys said, but it has a new furnace and water heater and the roof and foundation are both in good shape. And it has a fireplace and a wood-burning stove. And is ten minutes from Micheal’s, twelve minutes from Jin’s, and twenty-five minutes from town. A little further than the other places we looked at, but the trees here….”

“They’re wonderful,” You whispered. “Is that a Christmas tree farm?!”

“Yeah, that comes with the property,” Jimin said. “I mean, it wasn’t commercial or anything, but they did use them for their own Christmas trees.”

Namjoon smiled as you bounced a bit with excitement. “Better show us the inside, Jimin-ah.”

“Right,” He said, leading the way up and into the house.

Namjoon was still talking to Jimin about something or other after touring the house.

You were thinking about where to put the furniture.

“Baby, what do you think?” Namjoon called over.

“I think the couch would look good against that wall,” You murmured, still staring at the wall.

There wasn’t a response, so you looked up.

“Do you think it won’t, alpha?” You asked, head tilted.

They both looked amused and you weren’t really sure why.

“Yeah, I think she wants this place,” Namjoon finally said.

“I’ll put in an offer as soon as I get back to the office,” Jimin replied, looking pleased and proud. “From what I know most people have been overlooking this one, so it’ll probably go through quickly.”

You bounced over to Namjoon, taking his hands. “I love it. I really really love it.” You were struggling with resisting the urge to try and nest already. “But we need to leave before I can’t.”

He nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his side where you very happily wrapped around him and tucked your nose up to his neck so you could smell him. “Alright, let’s get you back to my place.”

Jimin led the way out.

You were loath to leave the house, but the way Namjoon’s fingers rubbed on your hip was satisfying enough to move you to the car. “Where in your place?”

“Bed, you’re getting really warm, omega. We’re gonna get you a temporary nest going, and we’ll get you comfy,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“With you?”

He hummed. “I need to do some work when I get home.”

You pouted.

He kissed your forehead. “If I get it done quickly, then we can do anything you want.”

“Anything?” You asked, trailing a hand along his stomach.

He chuckled. “Anything within reason.”

You pouted. “No romps?”

“I did not say that,” He huffed, pressing a couple more kisses to your face and then helping you into the car, peeling your fingers off of his wrist while you whined and whimpered in protest. “Have to drive, baby.”

You started feeling worse as the drive went on, but not in a preheat or heat way. Your throat was feeling scratchy and you were starting to have some sinus drainage.

You flinched when he turned into a pharmacy. “Why are we here?”

“Because I needed to check on you. You weren’t responding, baby. I think you’ve got a cold.” He felt your cheeks and forehead, then reached in the back and grabbed one of the blankets. “Here. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get you some stuff for your cold.”

“Does this mean no romp?”

“Sorry, babe.” He got out and headed into the pharmacy.

You gathered the blanket up and buried your face in it. It smelled like both of you, and you did your best to drown your senses in it.

“Baby? Y/n? Come on, we’re here,” He said, pulling the blanket from your face.

You blinked. “What?” You looked up and past him and the car was in the parking lot for his apartment.

He looked worried, and he had a bag from the drugstore hanging from his arm.

You coughed a bit. “I haven’t been this sick since I was little,” You murmured, shaking your head a bit to try and clear it.

“I had Jungkook meet us. I can’t carry you with my shoulder the way it is.” He stroked your hair gently. “I don’t want you walking like this.”

You nodded, finally scenting Jungkook.

The bunny gave you a soft smile, but you honestly don’t remember much of him carrying you upstairs, until he was setting you down on the bed and Namjoon was sticking a thermometer in your mouth.

“Maybe you should have taken her to the doctor, hyung,” Jungkook whispered.

“Her fever isn’t that high, it’s just because it’s mixing with her preheat symptoms. I’ll take her in if she gets worse, but she hasn’t even taken medicine yet. See, she barely has a fever.”

“Alright, just call me if you need help moving her again.”

“Thanks, Jungkook.” Gently hands caressed your cheeks, and then he helped you sit up. “Need to give you some medicine, baby, then you can sleep.”

You complied with a small whine, curling into him afterward to sink into slumber while he did what he could to form a nest around both of you.

———

“Y/n?”

You tossed and turned, scrambling to try and get comfortable. You shoved the blanket, but it wasn’t right either.

“Y/n?” Namjoon called again.

You tore at your tail, screeching at the unbearable heat.

“Oh my—” Hands grabbed at yours, holding them tightly, pushing them to your chest. “Oh man. Oh man.”

You screamed weakly.

“You’re burning up, holy f—”

You fought against the hands holding onto you, holding you still. You needed to get away from the unbearable heat.

“Omega,” He ordered lowly.

You keened, growing still at his order but feeling like you were burning alive.

“It’s going to be alright. I’m going to take care of—”

A loud pounding sound, followed by a crash, and suddenly there were many foreign scents that you didn’t want in your nest and sounds and people.

Namjoon growled and snarled, but they still came and brought you to your feet.

“Stop! She’s sick!” He demanded.

You wobbled, but were kept upright by the officers.

“Y/n, you’re under arrest,” One of them said, then continued, probably reading you your rights or something, and then they were dragging you out of Namjoon’s apartment as he protested and tried to protect you.

And you were still burning up, almost puking in the elevator, unable to keep your feet under you.

But you sort of blacked out somewhere, in the car or before the car.

And woke up in a holding cell. A very secure one.

You felt terrible, and you could recognize the uncomfortable feeling to heat suppressants.

“Y/n,” Namjoon said at the same moment he opened teh door, rushing in and wrapping you in his arms.

You whimpered and nuzzled into him. “This is because of her, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know.”

“What if they take me away?”

He shook his head. “We won’t let them.”

“How are we going to stop them, Namjoon? They already took my independence. They can legally send me back to her.”

“I won’t let them take you. You’re mine. My mate. You’re going to bear our pups, and live with me forever in our den.” He held you tighter.

You whimpered, tucking into the safety of his arms. You still feel the burn of your heat trying to sear through, barely repressed by the drugs that the police had given you. “Hurts Joonie.”

“I know, baby.” He gave you another gentle squeeze. “I know you’re in pain. You should be safe in a den, nestled in our nest.”

You made a crooning noise that had a high-pitched whine underlying it.

“I called Emma and Micheal. They’ll know what to do. We’ll get you home.” There was a waver in his voice that spoke more of his anger than of fear.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re sick and in heat,” He argued. “And those suppressants are going to make you even more sick.”

You whimpered, rubbing your face against his shoulder as the distress became evident in his voice.

He held you tighter, rubbing your shoulder.

“Time’s up.”

You gripped him, making distressed sounds.

“If I let go she might go crazy,” You heard Namjoon say. “She’s sick and in heat. I’m her mate. I have every right to stay with her.”

“No, you don’t. Please step away—”

“Don’t do anything of the sort,” Emma snapped. “Or was can press charges against this officer for breaking the law. You, sir, may remove yourself. Section 306Q, subsection 5167B states that any legal actions involving a hybrid in heat or considerable distress are to be postponed until the heat has passed or the source of distress has been neutralized, and during all of this the hybrid’s mate is allowed to remain with the hybrid in question until a later hearing date has been set for after the heat has passed and someone has posted bail I have posted bail, and we should have a new court date in about five minutes. So, sir, I suggest you let her go before I charge you for every law and right you just violated and denied.”

Your pack matron was the best.

Namjoon guided you from the holding cell.

The other officers looked terrified of your pack matron, or perhaps they were ashamed. You wondered how long she had been there chewing them out.

Micheal was talking with a man in a suit, and someone who must have been the chief of police.

Emma told you and Namjoon to wait there while she went over and talked with the strangers.

Whatever they were saying seemed to be agreeable to her, and she shook their hands before coming back over. “Come on.”

Namjoon was practically carrying you at that point, not completely since his shoulder was hurt.

You felt ill. You were beginning to burn again, and you were extremely nauseous. Starting to unconsciously whimper.

“They gave her suppressants,” Namjoon told her, and his concern made you whine.

“That’s why we’re going to the Sanctuary hospital. She’ll be safer there and you’ll be able to stay with her. The case won’t hold since they broke laws and arrested her without a warrant. Our lawyers will crush them and rake them over the coals if they try anything else,” Emma said, sounding so casual about it.

“What’s going on?” You asked through clenched teeth. “Why did they arrest me?”

“Honestly, I think the deputy called for your arrest to sabotage their case, but they said you had several charges. Micheal is getting the paperwork with the lawyer and we’ll talk to you about it when you’re feeling better.” Emma’s tone changed to a motherly one, gently and caring. “There are blankets and Jin went to pack bags for both of you.”

You nuzzled into Namjoon’s shoulder, grateful for his pack. Your pack. You felt so well-looked after and protected—even if you felt like hell.

But your fever rose, and you didn’t remember getting to the hospital, or getting treated, but you were now forming the back of a nest and growling at the tubes from the IV when they got tangled in your nesting materials. You were aware of one of the pack pups sleeping toward the front of the nest, and you checked on her now since the pup was wiggling now.

Satisfied that she was still asleep, you tucked up next to her to wait for your pack to return and kept a careful eye on the three pups that were reading together outside of the nest.

You weren’t necessarily worried about the missing pup, something told you he was safe with his parents.

Pack matron returned, gathering her pups softly while the pack leader carefully took the pup that was napping in the nest with you while still holding the other smallest pup.

Your soon-to-be-official mate entered as they left, coming over and silently asking permission to enter the nest.

You huffed and pulled him in forcibly, yelping when the galoot tripped and crashed onto you.

“Sorry, sorry baby.” He quickly got u p and checked you over. You’d probably have a bruise on your leg from his knee.

You pinched his arm as penance for his crime.

Crime.

“Hey, focus on me, baby.”

Crimes. Arrested. Trouble.

“Omega,” His voice came out impossibly deep and seemed to reverberate within you.

You tensed, ducking your head and then shifting to bare your neck to him and expose the main artery.

“Omega,” He whispered, voice soft and gentle.

You looked up, meeting his gaze. Your fluffy-haired alpha who wore a smile so well. And that white undershirt with a v-neck that exposed such pretty skin. Honey-olive skin.

“Back with me, omega?” He asked, grinning and flashing those dimples—those seductive little indents that you would do anything to see.

You crawled over, draping yourself across his chest and lap, tail swishing happily now that hew was here. He must have taken a shower because his hair was a bit damp.

He stroked your head, rubbing your ears to calm you further. “You still need to take it easy, baby.”

You whined.

“I know, baby. It’s going to be okay. I’m here to help you. We just need to take it easy.” He pet your hair. “They gave you something to counteract the suppressants. So, we need to relax while you’re okay.”

You whimpered at the thought of burning again.

He shushed you softly. “I’m here. We’re going to be fine. I’m going to take care of you.”

——

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Masterlist.  Series Masterpost.

[artificialqueens]

Chocolate eggs and Pey-tato chips (Kamjie) - Crazy4Kameron

Kameron felt like she was going out of her mind, staring at their dining room table. Something didn’t seem right to her but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. She had done everything the way she remembered her mother doing it, but it just felt so off to her.

“The table looks amazing.” Vanessa said leaning against the doorway.

Kameron jumped with a small start. “Geez babe I didn’t hear you come downstairs” She had been so deep in concentration that she doubted she would have really heard anything at that point. “So how was getting her to bed tonight?”

“Pretty easy, till she asked me to read ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ for the fourth time."

Kameron turned slightly in her chair to face her wife. "It’s cause you always read it with all those funny voices, she can’t get enough."

"I tried to get her to read something else, but little momma wasn’t into that idea.” Vanessa shook her head, remembering the small tantrum she had just endured.

Kameron giggled. ”I’m glad it was you and not me. You deal with her little fits way better than I can.”

“I guess bein raised by a momma that don’t take no shit, made it so I can handle these kinds things better.”  Vanessa shugged. “But once I told her that the Easter bunny only comes to visit good little girls and boys, she stopped pretty quickly.”

“Well thank you for putting her to bed tonight. It gave me time to set everything up, make sure it was perfect. Plus I think she likes it better when you put her to bed anyways.” Kameron teased sticking her tongue out at her wife, before going back to fuss over the table

It was their first Easter together as a family. That word, family was still something that sent Kameron into pure ecstacy, she still couldn’t believe it to be true. She wanted everything to be perfect for her daughter. She had gone over everything in her head a million times, and was now double checking all the details.

“Babe, she’s two and half, I highly doubt she’s going to notice or care if the bunny’s ears aren’t straight.” Vanessa stated, pointing at the bunny the Kameron was currently trying to fix.

“She may not, but I will and it will drive me crazy.” Kameron clarified as she went back to fixing the stuffed animals tiny pink ears for the twentieth time.

Vanessa walked into the dining room and took a seat at the table. “Okay, but I thought this was supposed to be for our daughter?"

"Just because the goodies are for Peyton, doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t enjoy it too.”

“Seeing her face when she sees her gifts is all the enjoyment that I need,” Vanessa said, popping a chocolate egg in her mouth, before slumping into the chair next to her wife “But being able to eat the extra chocolate is a bonus.”

“I can’t help it, Ness, it’s the perfectionist in me.” Kameon sighed, “I know she’s not going to care if everything is perfect, and I shouldn’t either.”

Vanessa gently began to massage Kamerons shoulders, she could feel all the stress that was building there over the past week. Vanessa knew how badly Kameron wanted every special occasion with their daughter, especially their first, to be perfect.

Just being together and being able to say that they were a family was more than enough to make any occasion special, at least for her. But she knew how much all the little things meant to Kameron.  

“Baby, the table looks perfect and Peyton is going to love it.” Vanessa leaned over and gave her wife a peck on the cheek. “Now how about we go to bed and I really work those knots out?” Kameron couldn’t help the smile that spread across her lips.  

As they lay in bed that night, Kameron curled around Vanessa, with her head on her chest, Vanessa gently stroking strawberry blonde locks off Kameron’s face, Kameron couldn’t help but think of how much their lives had changed since the adoption was finalized. The day they signed those papers was the greatest day of her life, tied only with the day that she said I do, in front of all her family and friends. Kameron let out a contented sigh, as she snuggled a little deeper into her wife’s embrace.

“Something wrong babe?” Vanessa asked, lifting her head slightly to look at Kameron’s face.

“Everything is perfect.” She shook her head. “I was just thinking about how much everything has changed over this last year.”

“Oh.” Vanessa relaxed back into her pillow again.“This past year has been such a whirlwind that I guess I really haven’t had the time to think about it until now. But I guess they really have changed haven’t they? We celebrated our first wedding anniversary, and we got to finalize the adoption.” Vanessa kissed the top of her Kameron’s head.

“Let’s not forget that we bought a house and you got that promotion.” Kameron thought that her heart was going to explode from pure joy.  “I love you so much, and I can’t wait to see what the next year has in store for us.” Kameron lifted her head and kissed Vanessa softly on the lips.

“I love you too, baby. I know that no matter what life throws at us, we’ll get through it together.” Vanessa replied kissing her wife again, this time a little harder, with a little more passion. Vanessa held Kameron’s face in her hands, Kameron pushed herself up so that she could get closer.

Kameron crawled up Vanessa to straddle her lap, slowly wrapping her hands around the dark haired girl’s waist pulling herself even closer. Vanessa began to nip at Kamerons bottom lip, licking her way in, a low moan escaping from Kameron, as she began to slide her hands up under Vanessa’s night shirt. Vanessa’s hands tangled in Kameron’s hair tightened their grip just the slightest bit, angling Kameron’s head up, exposing her neck.Vanessa began to kiss and nip down Kameron’s jaw to her now exposed throat. Kameron melted into every touch, every kiss, wanting more, needing more.  

In the heat of the moment neither of them hear the tiny pitter patter of footsteps down the hallway, or the creaking of their bedroom door being opened.

“Mommy?”

Both of them froze, turning to look at the now open door and their daughter sobbing, holding her favourite stuffy close.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” Kameron cooed, quickly sliding off her wife’s lap, and making her way to grab the little girl. The only response was more sobbing, as the girl wrapped her arms tightly around Kameron’s neck.

Kameron made her way over to their bed and laid the girl down between her and Vanessa. Vanessa ran her fingers through Peyton’s curly hair and kissed the top of her head.

“It’s okay baby girl, your mommies aren’t going to let anything bad happen to you, okay?”

Peyton nodded her head, before burying herself farther into Kameron’s side.

“Did you have a bad dream, angel?” Kameron began rubbing the child’s back, calming her down enough for her to lift her head and tell them that she had.

“It was just a dream baby. Nothing’s going to get you now.”

“Can I sweep wiv you and momma? Pwease?” Peyton asked, tears and fear still in the girls eyes, breaking Kameron’s heart at the sight. Kameron looked at Vanessa, who only nodded gently.  “Of course you can angel.” Kameron kissed the curly haired girl’s head.

As the reajusted their positions, Peyton snuggled in tight between her moms, they shared a look of, well I guess we’ll have to put our sex life on pause for tonight, but damn she’s worth it.

It didn’t take long before soft snores could be heard from the middle of the bed.

“Is she asleep?” Vanessa asked, still rubbing their daughters back.

“Yeah out like a light.” Kameron whispered. “You know, when we finally got to adopt Peyton, I was terrified that I was going to somehow fail at being a parent. Like my perfectionism would somehow make me a bad parent. That I wouldn’t be able to let go and enjoy our daughter.”

“Babe you’re an amazing mother. And your need to make everything perfect isn’t always a bad thing.”

“Oh really,how?”

“Well she’s going to grow up to have great organizational skills, and you’ve already taught her that she needs to clean up one mess before making another one. And I’m sure when she gets older she’s going to be a straight A student. “ Vanessa reached over carefully, as to not wake the sleeping baby between them and gently stroked Kameron’s face.

“I love you.” Kameron whispered, cautiously leaning towards Vanessa as much as she could. Vanessa leaned in the rest of the way, before breathing out, “I love you too.”  and tenderly kissing her wife good night.      

———–

“MOMMA, MOMMA WAKE UP!” Peyton screamed jumping up and down on the bed the next morning.

Vanessa groaned rolling over to look at the time on her phone next to the bed.“ Peyton baby, it’s too early to be awake."

The little girl kept bouncing up and down before landing on top of Vanessa. "Get up momma!” Petyon said sternly, “l want bweakfast!"

"Peyton Anabel Micheals Mateo! You do not jump on or talk to your momma like that!” Kameron scolded. “Now you tell momma you’re sorry, and ask her nicely to get you breakfast."

"Sowey momma. Can I pwease have bweakfast now?”

“Thank you baby.” Vanessa said hugging the little girl tight. “Now what would you like for breakfast?”

“ICE CWEAM!!” Peyton shouted with joy.

“Ice cream? For breakfast?” Vanessa questioned with a smile on her face,tickling Peyton’s sides. Peyton doubled over with laughter.

“Pey-tato chip, you can’t have ice cream for breakfast.” Kameron stated, getting out of bed.

“I want ice cweam, mommy.” the little girl said so innocently.  

“No Peyton, you need to have something healthy for breakfast.” Kameron felt like she was doing the right thing, but the sad pouty look on Peyton’s face was breaking her heart.

Vanessa could tell that she needed to do something quickly before this turned into a tantrum.

“You know what mommy, I think I feel like ice cream for breakfast too.”

“Really?” Kameron raised her eyebrow, suspiciously, while putting on her housecoat. Giving Vanessa a look that said, thanks a lot for backing me up.

“Sure. If we can have breakfast for dinner, why can’t we have dessert for breakfast?”

Kameron stood at the end of the bed, arms crossed staring at her girls, who were both staring back at her with their best puppy dog eyes, lips pouted out. Kameron knew that she wasn’t going to say no, but she needed to make them think she might. So she stood there for a few moments contemplating her answer.

“Fine, you can have a very small bowl of ice cream for breakfast.” Vanessa and Peyton cheered with joy. “BUT,” Kameron continued, “you have to have something healthy too.”

“Yes mommy!” they said in unison, jumping out of bed to hug Kameron before making their way to the kitchen.

———

After finishing a somewhat healthy breakfast, and filling up on their daily caffeine intake it was time to let Peyton see her Easter basket.

“If you’re all done breakfast, lil nugget, I think the Easter Bunny left you a special surprise in the dining room.” Vanessa encouraged as she cleaned off the table. Peyton looked at Kameron for confirmation which she got in the form of a nod which was all it took.

Peyton jumped out of her seat and raced to the dining room as fast as her little legs could carry her. She froze when she rounded the corner, eyes wide with wonder and amazement at the sight before her. “WOW!”

“Well go ahead Pey-tato chip, the Easter Bunny left it for you.” Kameron encouraged Peyton from behind her phone, recording every minute.

Peyton burst forward not quite sure what she should play with first. ” Momma, momma! Look pwetty bunny!“

Kameron’s heart soared and tears threatened to flow with happiness, at not only how happy her daughter was, but that she had noticed the bunny she had worked so hard on. The rest of their morning was filled with helping Peyton put together her new toys, and trying to explain why she couldn’t have all of her candy in one sitting.

Soon it was time to get ready to go for Easter lunch and an easter egg hunt at Silky’s house.

"Aunt Silky, Aunt Silky! Look at my bunny! It’s so soft and I wuv it!” Peyton screeched while bounding down the pathway towards the house.

Silky embraced the tiny child tightly before examining the stuffed animal. “Wow! That sure is a pretty bunny you got there my sweet Pey-tato pie.”

“Yeah she sure is one lucky little girl.” Vanessa side eyed Kameron with a smile on her face. “The Easter bunny must have worked overtime at our house."

Kameron ignored Vanessa’s comments and leaned in to give her friend a hug. "Happy Easter Silk. The food smells amazing."

"You know it always be smelling and tasting amazing at Big Silks house, baby. Come on in y'all.”

“Sweet Pey-tato pie, you know what we doing before lunch?” Silky asked the little girl, who was now twirling around in circles in the living room with her bunny held out in her hands waltzing with her. Meanwhile Peyton giggled as her dress billowed out around her as she spun.

“Peyton, slow down, you’re going to fall and hurt yourself.” Vanessa warned.

The child continued her dizzying dance, reveling in the way it made her head spin and how her skirt and her bunny moved in the air.

“Peyton! Mija, Stop spinning please, before you break something or hurt yourself!” Vanessa pleaded a little louder.

Kameron heard the frustration and anger rise in Vanessa’s voice and knew that she needed to step in before Vanessa lost her temper.

Kameron took two steps towards Peyton, and scooped her up into her arms, spinning her around. “Come here you.”  Peyton shrieked with laughter as she was lifted off the ground and into the security of her mom’s arms.

“Did you hear what momma told you to do?” Kameron asked in a gentle yet stern way.

The smile faded from her face and Peyton slowly nodded yes.

“Then why did you not stop spinning?” Peyton only shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not mad angel, I just want you to understand. You could have fallen down and got hurt, and that would have made momma and me very sad. We don’t want you to get hurt. I know that spinning is fun, but when you’re inside you need to be more careful and listen to momma and me, okay baby?”  Kameron made sure that Peyton was looking at her and had nodded yes before kissing her on the forehead and putting down again.

“Come see your Aunty Silky, little tater tot.” Silky patted the couch next to where she had just taken a seat. “You know what we do on Easter before we sit down to eat the fabulous lunch your Aunty Silk’s slaved over?”  Peyton only stared back with a blank look on her face, while her mothers rolled their eyes at the comment.

“We hunt for Easter eggs.” Silky whispered into the girl’s ear, like it was the biggest secret ever.

Peyton’s eyes widened, the excitement clearly written all over her tiny face, as she listened even more intently. The thrill of thinking that she was in on this secret, even if she had no idea what it meant to hunt for Easter eggs. The joy of getting to be part of something like this for the first time, with people that loved her, almost made the little girl burst with delight.  

“The Easter bunny came last night, and he put chocolate eggs all over the back yard when he heard you,” Silky poked her in her chest “were going to be here today.”

“I want hunt eggs!” Peyton yelled, overjoyed with the thought of getting to find chocolate eggs. She ran over to Vanessa and grabbed her hand jumping up and down. “Momma you look too! You look too!”

“Yes mija I’ll look too, okay. Should we look together and beat your Aunt Silky before she can find them all?” Peyton’s curls bobbed around her smiling face, as she nodded her head and bounced on her toes, eager to start looking and to win.

Kameron sat in a patio chair, taking videos and pictures, as Peyton ran around the backyard looking everywhere her little legs would let her. A few times in her excitement she would run right past an egg, and Vanessa would have to tell her to slow down and look a little closer. She even found herself reminding Peyton that she needed to look up as well, cause ‘the Easter bunny obviously forgot that you’re only three feet tall.’

Kameron never thought that her heart could be any fuller of love for the girls that she was watching, looking through bushes and under garden gnomes. Watching her wife, the first girl she ever loved, hold their daughter’s hand, the second girl she ever loved, and point out places that eggs could be hidden. Vanessa had the biggest smile on her face, as their daughter squealed with joy and pulled her along behind, in a haste to find the next egg. Stopping every once in a while to constantly check the eggs she’d already found, to make sure they were still there. It was a scene that Kameron had only dreamed about, and couldn’t believe that this was now her reality.

[raincausespaininmybrain]

Halloween 1978

Reader Discretion is advised

I see Michael Myers as a man in turmoil. There has to be more than meets the eye. Beyond the “thousand yard stare” the wheels must be turning, scheming. I guess this story took on a life of it’s own. Originally it was going to be just Michael lying in his padded room remembering events of the day. But October 2018, I kept thinking about A man tied to a tree in a field, a bonfire, and two women dancing around a fire. “What did the man do to them?"That was the big question. After reading about the "Halloween’ novelization by Curtis Richards, an idea started to form. I started to think how Smith’s Grove improved security after the last event.

I started imagining a 15 foot (4.572m) hallway leading to an isolated room at the end. It was converted to a padded room with gym mats on the floor. It is 10 feet (3.048m) by 10 feet with a window high up. There are two rooms to the side, with one being a restroom and the other being the shower. There is a gate made of bars about 8 feet(2.438m) in front of the room. A janitor’s closet is now a guard station with TV’s and radio. Antoher set of bars is 5 feet (1.542m) in front of the new guard room. Three people have keys. There is an intercom for vistors. Escape is virtually impossible.

I started to think that the state said it would be better to keep Michael isolated in the mental hosptial. Dr. Loomis is still trying to figure his patient out. I see that the hospital is divided into two sections, the South side is for regular people who had nervous breakdowns and those who think they are Napoleon. The North side is for the criminally insane. Security is tighter after last year, with emergency funds from a private donor or the state. Those in the North are dangerous. The North side is kept colder than the rest of the hosptial and nurses complain about the patients getting sick.

Michael Myers was born on October 19, 1957.. I imagine that his mom was a nurse and his Dad was away on business trips often. Michael’s maternal grandmother would sometimes watch the kids while their mother was at work. When his sister Judith was old enough, she was the one who watched over him often. Judith’s boyfriend would come over a lot and Michael would be left ignored. In the summer of 1963 there was a change in Michael. There were times before when the boy would show destructive behavior, but this was mostly to toys and books. But that summer, Michael Myers threw a rock at another kid. There were also fights and broken windows at school.

In Smith’s Grove Michael would show antisocial behavior such as fighting, and choking other patients. In the year following Halloween 1978, Michael would hardly speak, and his voice was quiet and hoarse. Sometimes he would tell of a recurring nightmare. His hip was injured following his encounter with Laurie Strode and Dr. Sam Loomis. His eye was blurry after the coat-hanger injury. He went to the nearest hospital to steal pain killers. Two more people were killed, a doctor in the hall, and a nurse.

Following his capture, Michael Myers was given a schedule for sedatives. Sometimes the dosage would be doubled (400mg), and he would be drowsy. His recurring nightmare would become more vivid after medication. At barely six feet tall (182cm), and not too thin, Michael is stronger than he looks, especially to the unwary. The room in which he is kept has no furniture. Michael sleeps on the floor with his injured hip bothering him. His shoes are barely worn.

( I am basing these experiences with pysch meds on my own, in which I am drowsy and have weird dreams. My own hip was injured and it’s hard for me to lay on the left side.)

Judith Myers was fifteen years old. She often snuck her boyfriend in while she was babysitting Michael. Sometimes Judith would tease her brother. She was intellegent and did good in school. Judith would get scared by stories her Grandma told every Halloween. Judith was born November 10, 1948.

Edith Myers was Michael and Judith’s mother. As a nurse she would often work late. After Micheal was sent to Smith’s Grove, Edith would sob and wonder what she did wrong. She died of cancer in 1968.

Don Myers was Judith and Michael’s father. He regularly went on business trips but still made time to see his family. He was the one who unmasked Michael on Halloween 1963. Don Myers died in 1980.

Ellie Carpenter was born in 1904. She often watched Michael and Judith when their parents were at work. Grandma would often tell stories of goblins, witches and the "Bogeyman” (boogeyman), a spirit who would take away and punish bad children. Another one of Grandma’s stories was about her grandfather and what happened on Halloween night 1890. The story is a sore subject for the family and is not discussed. Grandma Ellie died in 1966.

Dr. Sam Loomis was Michael’s Psychiatrist at Smith’s Grove. He would try to reach his new patient, but there was little progress. Dr. Loomis felt responsible for the incident of late October 1978. Sam Loomis retired 1n 1980. A new doctor took his place. He is about 55 years old

Bill Taylor is the new cheif orderly. He is good at his job and has little trouble with patients. Standing at six foot three(190cm), problems are solved quickly. Bill sometimes taunts the patients in the North side of Smith’s Grove. There are rumors he liked to hit on the nurses. Bill Taylor fought in Vietnam in the early 1970’s.

Reggie is the middle aged African American orderly who sometimes talks to Michael. He is nicer to the patients and plays the radio at night. He is a about 50 years old and has a son in college.

[1dfangirls35]

Voir Dire (N.H.)

A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates and risking it all for love

Masterlist // Tell Me What You Think!

twenty

Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into months. And soon, Niall's name no longer flashed across Kelsey's screen.

Kelsey wanted to feel relieved that the temptation was no longer there. That she wouldn't have to feel a shockwave through her body every time her notifications brought up his number. She knew that was what she needed. She needed to forget about him. But a part of her longed for the reminders that even after she'd broken his heart, he was still thinking about her. Because it was those messages that had reminded her that she wasn't the only one that couldn't move on.

Soon, Kelsey locked any thoughts of Niall deep in the back of her mind. If she didn't think about him she didn't miss him. She didn't wonder what might have happened had she chosen not to sign that paper. She didn't wonder if she had made the biggest mistake of her life.

She had been more successful at keeping her Niall thoughts at bay than she thought she would be- apart from when a video of Niall's smashed Range Rover came across the Inside Edition episode Becca happened to be watching one night. When Kelsey saw that her heart had dropped in her chest, and all she wanted, more than anything, was to pick up her phone and make sure he was okay. All she wanted was to snuggle up next to him, and nurse him back to health and spend a week just watching movies. But she couldn't do that. She couldn't do any of that. And instead she had to spend hours that night searching the internet for the news that she so desperately needed to hear. That he was okay.

So when she caught Niall's icy blue eyes gazing at her from a glossy magazine cover in the grocery store checkout line, she tried to ignore it. 

She tried to pretend that it was the face of anyone else. Anyone but the man that despite her best efforts still had a grip on her heart. But she couldn't bring her eyes away, because there on the cover was a picture of Niall and Krystal, and one word in big bold white letters that made Kelsey's stomach drop. Baby.

Kelsey felt her palms begin to sweat, her heart begin to race, and the taste of bile climb up her throat. Yes, she and Niall had been over for a few months. But only a few- well four if you wanted to be exact.

Four months and he was already having a baby with her? Really?

Meanwhile, Kelsey couldn't even think about dating. She couldn't even look at a guy without thinking of the one that got away- or more accurately, the one that she let go of.

Kelsey wanted to believe that this was all just another publicity stunt. She knew the ends that Capitol Records would go to to get what they wanted. It wouldn't be that far-fetched, a pregnancy to keep the romance narrative going. But then she began to think about why Niall would need more publicity in the first place. The album was out, the tour was announced, there was absolutely no reason that the label would need this kind of attention from the two of them. In fact, Kelsey had thought that perhaps by now Niall and Krystal would be done. The conditions of their contract fulfilled, their relationship no more.

Clearly Kelsey had everything wrong -especially Niall.

"Did you want one of those ma'am?" the cashier, who looked like he was all but about twelve years old asked, gesturing towards the glossy piece of tabloid that Kelsey somehow now held in her hand. Did she want one? Was he serious?

"I don't buy trash," Kelsey snapped, quickly attempting to shove the magazine back into the slot where it came from. She used a bit too much force and instead of the offending piece of what could barely be called journalism returning to its spot on the shelf, several more magazines fell to floor, as if they were taunting her.

"God dammit Niall," Kelsey muttered a little too loudly. The cashier looked at her with concerned eyes, obviously wondering what on earth had caused the crazy woman in front of him to lash out at a stack of magazines.

"I'm sorry, I'll.." Kelsey began, bending down to try and pick up some of the mess she had made.

"Ma'am really it's fine we'll get them," the kid said, flashing his best 'you've already made a mess please don't make it worse' eyes. Kelsey suceded, reaching into her black Micheal Kors to pull out her wallet. "Your total is 32.59," the cashier stated as Kelsey slid her card into the chip reader. It's only as she held it there that she realizes her hand is trembling.

The second she loaded her groceries in the car, slamming the trunk with a forceful thud, she collapsed into the front seat, her body crumbling into the steering wheel. It was then that the sobs took over- slow at first then quickly increasing to a rate that made even breathing difficult. She felt the tears begin to rush down her face, leaving watery track marks down the front of her cheeks. Kelsey didn't have to look into the rear view mirror to know that her eyeliner was now displaced into a raccoon eye formation.

Kelsey didn't even know why she was crying. She was the one that had gotten them in this mess hadn't she? She'd been the one to sign that stupid piece of paper, the one that signed away quite possibly the love of her life. Had her future been worth it? Was this heartbreak worth pursuing her dream as a lawyer?

She needed to talk to someone- anyone. But she soon realized that there is only one person she can possibly talk to. The only person that she'd broken the non-disclosure agreement for was Becca. And Becca was five hours away in Los Angeles, while Kelsey was at Stanford all alone.

Becca picked up on the first ring. "Kels?" the concern in her voice makes Kelsey assume that she'd likely already seen the news. Of course she had, Becca was a TMZ junkie. Kelsey wondered why Becca hadn't sent her at least some warning about this. Maybe then she wouldn't have looked like such an idiot in the store. But of course Becca hadn't said anything, Kelsey had explicitly told her to keep all entertainment news related to Niall to herself.

"Did you see?" Kelsey hiccupped, her sobs making the words nearly incomprehensible.

"Yes," Becca replied softly. "Where are you Kels? Are you okay?"

Kelsey paused for moment. "Not really. I'm in the supermarket parking lot. Made a damn fool of myself with the magazines." She inhaled deeply, "I wish you were here."

"I'll be there soon. I'm already on my way," Becca said, and it's only then that Kelsey notices her voice is distorted from the Bluetooth of her car speaker.

"But Becca, it's a Tuesday night and it's a five hour drive," Kelsey began to protest.

"Kels," Becca interrupted before Kelsey can argue any further. "It's only two more hours now. Get home safely, I'll be there soon."

Kelsey barely heard Becca enter her apartment  two hours later. Without speaking her friend immediately climbed onto the grey plush bedspread next to her, wrapping her arms around her. Kelsey rested her tear-stricken face against Becca's shoulder, as Becca softly ran her finger through Kelsey's hair, still not saying a word.

Kelsey wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, her head buried into Becca's navy crewneck, before Becca finally whispered, "Maybe it's not real Kels, those tabloids are a load of shit sometimes."

Kelsey wanted more than anything for Becca to be right. For this to be yet another attention-seeking tabloid story with no evidence to back its claims. But there was feeling sitting deep in Kelsey's gut. A feeling that she couldn't shake. A feeling that told her that this was true.

"It's true," Kelsey sobbed. "I know it is."

"Kels," Becca sighed, before stopping, obviously realizing that nothing that she was going to say would convince Kelsey that what she'd seen was false. "Even if it's true, doesn't mean they are together."

Hearing Becca say those words out loud made Kelsey realize that that was her worst fear in all of this. It wasn't that Niall had gotten someone else pregnant. A one-night stand wouldn't hurt so much. What was ripping Kelsey apart inside was the thought that Niall might have fallen in love with someone else, that he would have moved on. That he might have moved on with Krystal.

"Niall will stick with her though. He's that kind of guy." Kelsey began to imagine that even if they weren't together, they would be eventually. Niall would do the right thing. He'd rise to the occasion. They'd start a life together- raising a little baby with eyes as blue as the sea. It wouldn't happen overnight, but Niall would eventually fall in love with her. He'd watch her mother their child, and he'd see her in a new light. They'd become the new Hollywood power couple. The girl who'd broken his heart for a place at Stanford Law wouldn't even cross his mind. And it would all be Kelsey's doing. 

"This is all my fault," Kelsey shook her head bringing her head to her hands.

"Kels," Becca began to protest, resting a hand on Kelsey's back, but Kelsey doesn't give her a chance to say a word.

"No, it is!" Kelsey exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. "I'm the one that signed that paper. I'm the one that walked away without any explanation. I'm the one that broke his heart. No wonder he went and fucked her." The big, sloppy tears were falling down Kelsey's cheeks again, and her nose was beginning to run. As she wiped her eyes with her forearm, leaving a trail of black mascara behind, Kelsey wondered if she looked as much of a mess as she felt.

"You were manipulated!" Becca's voice raised. "It's no one's fault but Niall's freaking management!" Becca grabbed ahold of Kelsey's arms, looking her straight in the eyes. "They are the ones to blame. Don't you ever apologize for choosing to pursue your dream, okay?"

Kelsey nodded unconvinced. "Then why do I still feel like I've just been stabbed in the chest ten times over?"

"Because your heart is still broken. You lost a great love, it doesn't mend that easily," Becca's voice has softened again. 

"Unless you're Niall clearly," Kelsey muttered under her breath.

Kelsey wondered what was going through Niall's mind the first time he was with Krystal. Did Kelsey cross his mind? Did he do it because he knew- he knew just how much it would hurt her? 

Her thoughts began to run down a long and winding path. A dangerous one. A path that was leading her to question everything she ever had with Niall. Maybe Niall and Krystal been falling in love right under her nose. Maybe she'd been the fool in all this, the one who was blind to the inevitable relationship that was about to blossom. Maybe everything she'd ever had with Niall had just been a lie.

"Do you think they were together before? Before I signed the contract?" Kelsey's voice shook as she spoke. 

"Kels, don't get ridiculous now. Niall loved you. He may not have always made the best decisions, especially with his choice of management, but if there's one thing that I'm not questioning right now, it's the fact that that boy was head over heels in love with you."

This somehow made Kelsey cry harder, her throat beginning to sting from the tears. 

"Listen Kels, this is an impossible situation," Becca began, her fingers picking at the edge of Kelsey's bedspread. "We'll never know the whole story and unfortunately, there's so many factors that are out of our control. But this is what I do know. I know that we are going to sit here and you are going to cry those big fat crocodile tears out until you have no more left."

Kelsey smiled ever slow slightly, sniffling.

"And then, tomorrow, you are going to never open a tabloid again. You are going to prepare for your first semester of law school- which let's see starts," Becca paused for emphasis. "Next week. I know that you are going to prove that this was not in vain. I know that you are not going to have given up someone you loved dearly for nothing."

"And most importantly," Becca said, her voice stern. "I know that you are the strongest, smartest and most resilient woman I know, and that you will get through this just like you have every other obstacle that life has thrown you," Becca smiled at Kelsey. "You're always going to have me, okay?"

"Thank you," Kelsey whispered, wrapping her arms around Becca. And for just a second, Kelsey believed that maybe everything was going to be okay.

Tag List: @awomanindeniall​​ , @ihearthemcallingforyou​ , @niall-is-my-dream​​ ,​  @stylishmuser​​​ , @thicksniall​

[deadpuppetboi]

8. Window ?

It was raining.

Both Michael and Elizabeth groaned in disappointment as they watched over their tv screen. Another boring show from a dulling day from really disappointing weather from what could have been a wonderful day but wasn't. The two children were angry, more disappointed, but upset that they couldn't go ahead and play with their friends like they always do.

They were just stuck in their own home with their father working in the garage and their mother making dinner like usual. They could play inside but playing for the entire morning with board games and dolls proved to be exhausting pretty quick. The two small children wanted to play with their father but with him being busy they were afraid of making him angry as they did before. Their mother was busy making dinner so the small children were hungry so they didn't want to waste another minute for the poor woman.

It didn't mean the children would give up though, they would go ahead and try to see what else would surprise them. By now, Elizabeth had taken notice of how much her older brother loved to get into the garage. The young girl herself didn't like the garage, it was dark, musty, and stank of grease and oil along with some bugs and insects crawling all around. It was gross and creepy and Elizabeth didn't want to get into that at all, not even by a mile but it somehow amused her older brother so.

For a young boy like Micheal, what he needed to worry about now was his name changing, and what held his best friend in the garage. Micheal, upon being adopted into the Afton family had grown pretty attached to everyone and with that William wanted his name to change. Deborah, his mother, liked Micheal's original name, Jackson, and seemed okay with his last name being changed and staying like that for now on. Honestly, all Micheal could care about was just talking to his clown friend who he was pretty sure his father was working on in the garage day and night.

It was always the nights where his father was working that Micheal would go on and talk to the still-developing clown. Elizabeth could only guess, she wished she could meet this clown called ’Ennard’ but she couldn't when the fear of the musty garage got to her. By now, all she wanted to see was Circus Baby and honestly, both her and Micheal were too excited to have to meet the clown themselves. The restaurant was coming in two to three months and the two children were so excited to have to meet the clowns soon enough, to have to play and talk to them at last after waiting for so long.

There was a loud cry from one room of the house, the children’s mother poked her head out of the kitchen doorway.

”Could any of you two calm Ryan down for me, please?”

She asked in a calming yet strained voice.

”Not it!”

Michael said first before Elizabeth could which resulted in the young girl whining as her older brother laughed in victory.

”That isn't fair!”

”It is to me!”

The older woman gave a small sigh.

”Elizabeth, please.”

The young girl looked up at her mother, it suddenly dawned on her on how tired and fatigued state she was in. She was a housewife for sure but since Ryan was born she had been pushing herself to the max taking care of all three of her children as well as her husband who worked himself to the bone on his hard work. Elizabeth felt guilt pile in her as she got up on her two feet, she couldn't let her mother be so tired anymore, she deserved better than this.

”Alright, I’ll go, mommy, I’ll go!”

The young girl ran off and entered the small room that was her baby brothers. She could hear the constant screaming and crying from the poor baby as she came close to the blue crib that stood at the corner of the room. She pulled down the crib handle and reached out to hold the small baby close, even on how big and heavy he was the young girl tried her best to carry him. The baby didn't hesitate to cry even more; either by hunger or by attention the baby was in pain of its own self by sobbing so much.

Elizabeth had walked onto the window as she grabbed the baby bottle that stood on the corner of the stool. She opened the cap as she sat by the window, lowering the nub towards the baby’s still whining mouth. Ryan still cried, moving his body all around like crazy until he drank up the milk that was in the baby bottle. He gave a few whimpers before he eventually calmed down and drank up what was left in the milk bottle making Elizabeth sigh with relief.

She leaned back against the window, the soft strokes of the rain from outside felt nice to listen to besides the constant screaming from Ryan. It took Elizabeth a moment before she noticed that Ryan had opened his eyes, those glowing crystal blue eyes looked over towards the window, his small chubby hands reaching over towards the window. Elizabeth held Ryan close towards the window, watching how her baby brother grew more interested in the rain than of his own food.

Elizabeth couldn't help but smile on how Ryan was so interested in something that Elizabeth considered boring and a party pooper. She knew very well that Ryan was going to be something special already just because he seemed to love something that seemed very different towards others but not to him. The young girl leaned over and kissed Ryan’s small forehead which caused the small baby to whine and shake around because of it.

”What?”

Elizabeth asked.

”It was just a kiss!”

The baby whined in disagreement.

Elizabeth groaned, giving her baby brother his food again.

”What a crybaby...”

[dawnwriterimagines]

Slashers reaction to your death, would include...

Request: can you do Headcanons where they, slashers, come home from a hunt or something to find their s/o dead from something, anything. Just lots of angst!

Warning: Lots and Lots of Angst, violence, gore, etc.

Jason

It was such a simple day, the morning had started off so nice and warm, especially being that it was usually so much colder out. You woke up to Jason cuddling you as he lay awake fiddling with one of your blue ribbons you had laid around your neck at times.

"Can't sleep?" You had asked him before giggling as he looked down at you, dropping the ribbon, almost surprised to see you awake. You leaned up and kissed him sweetly, which he gladly returned passionately.

The ribbon was a small trinket to remind him of the baby that you and him were trying for, with him being an undead, you both were doubtful of it being possible but you would be happy either way. But, you knew, deep down that jason truly wanted a child of his own. His mother would've loved to have a grandchild, she never stops talking about it.

When night struck was when the disaster happened, you watched through the window as Jason walked off into the night after giving you a loving kiss before his departure. Turning off the light, you were aware of the fact that trespassers were going through the land and we're evidently looming for Jason. One of them had screamed his name, "Jason!" At the top of his lungs at the other side of the forest, almost had you jump out of your shoes in shock before Jason had decided to go off and get rid of the nuisance.

You walked into the hallway, flicking off the light switch and moving over to the front door realizing that you had forgotten to lock it. You turned, finding it open, confused, you walked over and closed it before looking around. "Jason? Are you here?" You called into the cabin. Stepping away from the door, you didn't see the shadow of a man stalking over to you, the glint of a knife in their hand. The loud creak of the rotting wooden floors did alert you however and you turned just as the man swung, screaming.

Jason pulled his machete away from the bleeding corpse, the head of the body a few feet away, dry leaves and sticks stuck to the stucky blood oozing from its severed neck.

There was something familiar about this victim, he wondered if he had seen him before, maybe he had escaped once. Looking at the head closer, he found no such evidence, it was already beaten in, until he looked back at the body. His eyes widening slightly as he recalled the scarred slice of a blade, specifically his.

Then he heard your scream.

His blood went cold. His heart stopped beating for what felt like an entire minute before he spun around and sprinted back to the cabin. His breathing stopping altogether as his eye's were wide in fear, why had you screamed? Did one of them get passed him? What had happened?

He nearly ripped the door from its hinges as he burst through the front door. Looking around in a panic, searching for you, he hit the walls to alert he was here and panted heavily as you never came.

He quickly made his way around the cabin before coming to a stop in front of the bedroom, freezing up at the trail of blood that led from the hallway to the bedroom. It was smeared along the wood as if someone were dragged, a bloody hand was painted red along the side wall. He wasted no time in rushing into the room, fearful of what he'd find, yet desperate to find you.

And then he did.

He stopped. Frozen to his spot, his machete falling from his grasp and clattering to the floor. There in the middle of the room was your body, bloody and held tightly by a man with his knife buried deeply into your chest. The man looked up, his hands shaking, his broken nose twisted an odd angle and his clothing soaked in blood that wasn't his.

You stared lifeless at the doorway, your right hand directed towards it but limp and off the edge edge of the bed as if your were reaching for the door from such a long way. You were staring at him, your eye's which were once pleading for him to save you. Now vacant of life.

Jason tensed visibly, brutally as the man pulled the knife out of your chest, your body jerking once before falling back down. He gave the man no time, he was on him like a hawk to a mouse. He didn't even grab his machete to dismember the man, he only stared into his eyes, his very soul watching as his eye's went horrifyingly wide as he choked him to death. Digging his thumbs into the man's throat as he slowly ripped out the neck muscles from the sides, and with no air to breath, he delivered an empty scream.

Afterwards, Jason rushed over to your bedside, where you lay motionless on the bloodstained bed. He crawled up onto the bed, grabbing you gently in shaking hands as he began sob soundlessly. Wishing he could scream out his anguish, he wished he could beg for god to bring you back but, he couldn't and that only made tears stream down his face harder.

He rocked you in his arms, whimpering and sobbing in loss and remorse, cradling you on his lap as he curled into you. Aching for the moment that you would wrap your arm's around him too.

Michael

You glanced upwards as you heard the sound of your front door opening, smiling as you witnessed the sight of micheal stepping into the house through the mirror reflecting the doorway. You turned with a small giggle of welcome, bursting from the couch to run over to the taller man, "Michael!"

He'd never admit it to you but, he always liked when you greeted him in such a way when he came home. Like you were always happy to see him and he prayed that you really were. And as you wrapped your arm's around him instantly, with no care of the bloodstained knife in his hands, he knew that you were.

Carefully placing his left hand around your waist in greeting, extending his knife welding hand to the kitchen counter where he placed his weapon. He then leaned over slightly, giving you a proper embrace, which was just a simple hug like any other. But, for Michael and you, it was showing just how much you trusted one another, how much you loved one another.

He lifted his mask slightly as you pulled away and you went to your tiptoes to kiss him lightly, but he drove deeper. His hand pressing into your back roughly as he devoured your mouth needily. His apparent frustration of the night making an appearance, but you were just happy for him to be home.

As he pulled away, you blinked repetitively, dizzily, before grinning and pulling him by the arm to the bedroom. Eager to get back those last few days of him being out in the town for almost half a week. He followed, taking the lead with a small smirk as you plopped into bed, awaiting him.

He had been in the middle of changing his overalls when you both suddenly caught the flickering light of police cars, just outside the house. You sat up instantly, jumping to your feet as Michaels eyes narrowed in confusion before they widened as he heard doors being kicked down with no warning.

You yelped before turning to Michael, "You need to go, they'll get you!" You warned him, beginning to push him out of the side window, before you saw a red beam reflecting from the glass to the opposite side of the wall. They were aiming guns aiming every single window window and exit from the house.

Michael took you in his arms, glaring at the door of of the bedroom just as it was ripped open. A man with a machine gun didn't expect him, being that they had checked the entire house with no hint of him being here. He screamed as Michael launched himself as him, letting you go, and pummeling the man in the face before taking the gun from his hand.

He extended his arm's to you with the gun in his grip, "Let's go," he said simply, his voice was tense and angry. You quickly took his hand and followed him out of the room, you held onto him tightly.

He held you with rougher strength, almost a brushing grip. It took you so long to realize it was because he was afraid, afraid that you would get hurt. You knew he'd kill anyone to keep you safe.

He quickly aimed the gun at a cop coming out of the bathroom, searching through the curtains and pantry space to find the killer. His brains splattered the back wall before he could scream, but the shot had also alarmed the other men standing outside.

The hallway was littered with police in only seconds, the men already inside coming from the empty rooms to aim their weapons at the killer. You held onto Michael tighter, his grip on your waist was bruising, the hand that held the gun didn't waver. Even as, Dr.Loomis stepped from behind behind a few of the cops, into Michaels line of vision, "This doesn't have to go any further Michael. You've lost," he stated, gesturing the dozens of men surrounding the exits and entryways. "You both will come with me. Your terror must stop tonight. I'm sending you both back to the sanitarium, I can't have you kill anymore."

That's when Michael snapped, both of you? He glanced down at you, where you were clutching at his left arm and your eye's darting between the closing in cops. That doctor would be taking you to that awful place as well? Why? You hadn't done anything wrong, at least not in his eye's, he wouldn't let you go there, not there.

He realized his hand with the gun had dropped slightly, easing Loomis slightly to move a few steps closer, he brought it up with a barely suppressed growl of angry. Loomis stiffened before the cops raised their weapons once more on edge. "No, no wait! It's alright!" Loomis raised his hands upwards, "You're not supposed to hurt him!" He reminded.

Loomis turned back to Michael and you, "Ms. (Y/n)," Loomis addressed you, you were pushed backwards slightly by Michael as Loomis looked at you. However, the doctor continued, intrigued by the relationship between the both of you. "You must understand, you're a smart woman. This is wrong. And in order for you both to receive the proper treatment, you must come with me." He instructed, you shook your head in response making him frown.

"You're a monster. You've never tried to help anybody but yourself," you sneered at the man, before narrowing your eye's as the cops began to close in on the two of you.

Loomis shook his head. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this." He sighed before he looked at the sheriff and nodded his head, before being guided out of the house by two of the cops at his sides.

"Now!" He shouted as his Com buzzed in his ear, a hand wrapping around your wrist and yanked you away from Michael. You screamed, turning as a cop took both your wrists and slammed you up against the wall, "You're coming with--" he didn't finish as he was shot in the back of the head, blood spraying onto the side of your face.

You spun around and Michael was being wrestled with, dropping his gun which was still releasing smoke from its shot, three other cops were trying to get the man on the ground. Hitting him in the back of the head with the butt of his machine gun, "Michael!" You cried before rushing forwards only for one of them to pull you back.

You saw a man's head get smashed into the side wall and another cops empty gun shoved into his mouth, breaking his front teeth enough to shove the barrel down his throat. An angry, bloodstained cop had his hands around your neck, lifting you up a few inches using the wall as leverage, "Murderess wretch!" He seethed as you gasped for breath, desperately clawing clawing at his hands wrists. You extended your feet to his knees, hardly able to think you kicked at them before you felt one of them fracture under your heel. Bending backward and sending him sprawling backwards in agony, gasping and screaming agony nods he clutched his knee cap.

Michael was beating a cops head in when you saw another cop burst through the doors, wondering what the hold up was. He gasped before taking out his gun just as Michael began to charge him, he had forgotten he didn't have his safety on. In his fear, he released the trigger, forgetting the order to keep Michael unharmed.

But, as the bullet whizzed through the air, it had also missed it's target, nearly grazing Michaels shoulder as he paused at the sound of the gunshot. He was quite confused when it didn't hit him, looking down to assess any injuries on himself, he found no pain.

He looked in front of him where the man was staring wide eyed at something behind Michael, the hand that still held held the gun, shaking. He glanced fearfully at Michael before stumbling out the doorway, where he would be surrounded by the other awaiting cops.

The cop had hardly made it out of the house when there was a thump behind Michael, to which he spun around, eager to get you to safety. The light of the hallway illuminated the blood spilled sound the walls and splattered on the ground and wallpaper. But, that wasn't the problem, it was the pale nightgown that was stained in specs of blood in the middle of the dead cops, a woman clutching her bleeding chest despite the absence of movement.

Michael was quick to move, dropping to his knees in front of you as he realized that you weren't breathing. His hands shook visibly, running over your lips, searching for a faint trace of air leaving them, only to find none. He froze. Glancing upwards at your closed eyes, before he took your face in his bloodstained hands, shaking his head slowly.

He opened his mouth beneath his mask before closing it, trying to think of the words to beg you to come back, to tell you for for the first time that he loved you and he wanted you. He stroked your cheeks roughly, his breathing growing ragged and forced as he whimpered as he mentally begged you to wake up.

"No," he moaned, wiping your hair hair from your face, "no...no, no!" He screamed, his throat raspy and his movements suddenly violent as he crushed you to his chest. Holding you tightly, needily, stroking your hair as he pressed your to him, hoping you'd suddenly sit up begging for him to let your breath in an amused voice.

He squeezed his eye's shut, he wanted anything other than this. He couldn't bare for you to leave him, why would would you so that? Why would you leave? Weren't you happy to see him earlier, why did you leave? He held your limp body like a frozen statue, still coming to the conclusion that you had gone.

When the cops came back inside, they realized what had happened. Making the mistake of letting the one cop responsible, accompany them. Once Michaels eyes had laid on his, there was no going back for him, because even through the soulless eyes of the myers mask, he could see his promise of death.

"Let's go, myers," the sheriff, pulled Michaels hand away from your corpse, but he let out a screamed as it wrapped around his hand instead and shattered his brittle wrist. He reeled backwards and it took almost half an hour for them to force myers out of the home, losing a dozen more men on the way. One man in particular, your killer, found himself impaled through the eye from the edge of the marble counter top in the kitchen. His leg broken in three place from being thrown on top of the the sheriff's dead body and cracking into the wall. A broken nose a hole in his gut from shoving a kitchen knife through his stomach, coating coating his wounds in its acid.

It would take days before they'd be able to get Michael to let go of your corpse.

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Here Comes a Thought: Gabriel x Female Reader.

ANGST AND SPOILERS FOR SEASON 13

Take a moment to think of just

Flexibility, love, and trust

Take a moment to think of just

Flexibility, love, and trust

Finding out that Gabriel wasn't dead, was a bittersweet moment. Knowing that the charasmatic archangel was alive made you happy, but the state he was in? It was nothing short of heart breaking.

Lips sewn shut, the youngest of the archangel had been tortured for years by Asmodeus. It left the shell of a glorious man for the winchesters and you to help.

You had, ages ago, fallen for the charming yet sad archangel. He confided in you once the fear he had for his family. With brothers who always fought and a father who couldn't have cared any less, Gabriel felt his home was anywhere but home.

Your eyes traced the black writing that was scrawled over the walls. Castiel read out the story of the archangel's life. You couldn't help but keep you (E/C) eyes focused on the trembling archangel. He, in turn, watched you with wide frightened eyes.

You frowned, anger for the Prince of Hell bubbling inside your abdomen.

"Gabe, we have to disinfect your wounds. Your lips are going to get infected." You coaxed, slowly holding out a cotton ball.

Gabriel shook his head with a scared moan, covering his head. He continued to scoot away from you.

You, in response, kneeled down, making yourself smaller, still holding out the cotton ball on the tweezers.

"Gabe, sweetie, I'm going to get a little closer." You said, your voice soft as you approached him.

This seemed to be the last straw for the archangel. You scooted just a bit closer and he snapped, easily overpowering you. He oinned you down, breathing ragged as he held the tweezer at your throat, the sharp ends digging into your neck a bit.

"(Y/N)!" Sam yelled, startling the archangel into realization.

"(Y/N)..." Gabriel muttered, letting the tweezers go, and scooting back to his corner.

"Come on (Y/N), give him some space. You can come back and clean him up later. Lets check those punctures out." Sam placed a hand on your shoulder.

You shrugged him off with a shake of your head. "You wouldn't give up on Dean, or Cass. I'm not giving up on Gabe." You sat up, pulling out a new cotton ball.

You soaked it in the cleaning solution before dabbing it on your own neck.

"See, Gabriel it's okay. It's going to sting, but I promise: there's no more hurt." You said, extending a hand towards the man.

The archangel hesitates before taking your hand. You pull another fresh cotton ball out, and begin to gently dab his wounds. Seeing the bruised puncture holes pissed you off even more. Your other hand curled into an angey fist.

"I'm so sorry Gabriel." Your eyebrows furrowed sadly before you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"I'm here, holler if you need anything. I'll be back tomorrow to check your wounds." You stands up and smile at him before exiting the room.

Here comes a thought

That might alarm you

What someone said

And how it harmed you

Something you did

That failed to be charming

Things that you said are

Suddenly swarming and, oh

Gabriel seemed to be easier to help the next couple of days. He seemed to speak and recover quickly.

With an outfit vhange and even a shower, the old Gabriel shined through the horrible scars left by Asmodeus.

"We can't do this without you Gabriel, we need your help!" Sam let out a frustrated sound.

"Well, sorry. I'm not really a team player." Gabriel says, heading towards the exit of the bunker.

"Dude, seriously?! After all this? You're just going to leave?!" Dean nearly growls out.

You wrap your arms around yourself, Cass reading you easily, comes to comfort you.

"I'd love to, really. But I need to get the hell out of," He's cut off by the geabd entrance of the kentucky fried asshole himself-

Asmodeus .

You're tossed against the wall like a ragdoll, suffocating from the hold the Prince has on you and the boys. Your vision begins to dim and you shoot a pleading glance towards your favorite archangel.

Gabriel's heart hurts at the sight of you, and in a moment of bravery, smites Asmodeus. A confident smirk graces his lips as he then flies away, leaving you panting and frustrated.

You're losing sight

You're losing touch

All these little things seem to matter so much

That they confuse you

That I might lose you

Gabriel asking for revenge was probably the least of your worries. You understood revenge, hell, all of Team Free Will understood it.

You just knew it would leave him more empty than he could even imagine.

However: In order to get the grave needed for the spell, you and the boys eagerly agree to help the archangel for his plot of revenge against Loki and his sons.

Loki selling out Gabriel make your skin crawl. It pissed you off to no end, knowing that someone Gabriel trusted betrayed him so quickly.

Storming the hotel was easy, fighting off the horse-son of a god was less than easy. However between you, Sam and Dean, the young man was quickly disposed of.

Watching Dean run off to meet Loki was a turn, something you hadn't expected. Quickly, Gabriel took off, seeing red, wanting to be the last thing Loki saw.

Hearing flesh torn by wood, you knew the mission had been completed. Gabriel had gotten revenge on everyone who wronged him in the past seven years.

Gabriel seemed okay, honestly more than okay on the outside, however you knew, that couldn't have been the whole truth.

Take a moment remind yourself to

Take a moment and find yourself

Take a moment to ask yourself if

This is how we fall apart?

Back at the bunker, Gabriel headed to his guest room. After a quick debrief with the boys, you went after him, knocking on the door.

"Hey good looking, what can I do for you?" Gabriel asked, a smirk crossing his face.

"How are you feeling Gabe? Truly." You asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.

The vulnerable Gabe you helped heal showed again. The scared man you witnessed was back.

The smirk left his face, a frustrated and sad look crossed his features. You summoned him over. He kneeled between your legs, head finding your lap, and he let how he really feel come out.

Choked sobs left his mouth as he clenched your knees.

But it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but it's not

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

You've got nothing, got nothing, got nothing, got nothing to fear

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here

"How could he? I understand, he was grieving Odin, but, it's not like I killed him! I didn't know Lucifer was going to be there!" He sobbed out.

"I never planned for Odin to get killed, and he went behind my back and sold me out! I trusted him, I thought I had a real family!" Gabriel manages to choke out before sobs overtook him again.

Your hands gently carded through his hair, whispering softly to comfort the archangel.

"It was hell. I was in HELL! I prayed to Dad, to Micheal, Raphy, hell, even Luci. No one came. Dad let me sit there for seven years. He left me, like he left all his other creations." Gabriel eventually calms, letting you stroke his hair.

He eventually stands back up, noticing the time he awkwardly lays in his bed and pats the spot next to him. "Will you, stay the night?" He asked, voice soft.

You mod with a small smile, cuddling up next to the archangel.

Here comes a thought

That might alarm me

What someone said

And how it harmed me

Something I did

That failed to be charming

Things that I said are

Suddenly swarming and, oh

Gabriel, despite being a nearly graceless archangel, didn't need to sleep. However, as he got used to earthly customs, the youngest archangel grew quite fond of sleeping.

However, he didn't realize that in the darkness, Asmodeus and Loki would be back.

Tossing and turning, Gabriel relives the worst time in his long, everlasting life.

It starles you away, and you begin shaking the archangel, trying to wake him.

This doesn't end well for you, and at a moments notice, you are pinned to the wall, archangel blade against your stomach in a threatening manor.

"Gabe?" You breathe out, gently placing your hands on his shoulders.

He gasps, pulling back and hwading towards the opposite corner.

"Gabriel please, don't shut me out." You begged, slowly sliding back into the bed and patting the space next to you.

He shakes his head, and you can't help the tiredness that ebbs your body back into dreamland.

I'm losing sight

I'm losing touch

All these little things seem to matter so much

That they confuse me

That I might lose me

Take a moment remind yourself to

Take a moment and find yourself

Take a moment and ask yourself if

This is how we fall apart?

But it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but it's not

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

I've got nothing, got nothing, got nothing, got nothing to fear

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here

When you wake, Gabriel is playing with your hair, his face stained by tears.

"Gabriel, what's wrong?" You cup his face, shifting to face the handsome man.

"I nearly killed you, again. Sugar, you've done nothing but help me and all I do is hurt you. I'm so sorry." He says, tracing your face.

"Gabriel, you have trauma. That's not easy. Trust me, I'm here for it all, the good, bad, and even the ugly. Last night, yeah, you could've killed me, but you didn't! You can't beat yourself up about that. I've already forgiven you. Now, you need to forgive yourself." You cuddle close to him again.

The archangel wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. He kisses your forehead softly.

And it was just a thought, just a thought, just a thought, just a thought, just a thought

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

We can watch, we can watch, we can watch, we can watch them go by

From here, from here, from here

"(Y/N) wouldn't want me to run anymore Sam. I'm tired of running, this is my family." Gabriel says. "I'll buy some time." He smiles at the behemoth of a man.

Sam nods, watching you exit with the others. Gabriel takes out his archangel blade, ready to fight Micheal.

It really wasn't much of a fight, but it definitely bought the remaining survivors more time. He couldn't help think of you as the blade sinks into his flesh.

He feels his soul leave his body, and his last thought rings loudly.

"Thank you (Y/N), I love you."

On the other side of the rift you waited. You watched as more humans came through but not Gabriel. As the rift begins to flicker ans fade you feel yourself tear up. You watch as Sam comes through and the rift closes.

"S-Sam. Where's Gabriel?" You ask, dear lacing your voice.

"(Y/N) I- He-,"Sam shakes his head, furrowing his beows in frustration and sadness.

Your eyes widen and you collapse to your knees, sobs wracking your body. The first time he doesn't run away, he dies.

You cry out to nothing and nobody in particular. You curse out God, and Castiel has to remove you from the center of the bunker.

You mourn the loss of Gabriel, again. However, you know that its for real this time, he won't come back, and you'll never hold him close again.

Cass does his best to comfort you, but you lau in Gabriel's guest bed, reading his Enochian wall scrawls. You endlessly pray, and eventually you know.

He is nothing but a memory anymore.

He's just a thought.

Take a moment to think of just

Flexibility, love, and trust

Take a moment to think of just

Flexibility, love, and trust.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Rocking the Boat 7

A/n: AU story that doesn’t follow the show

Link to Chapter 6 

Words: 1,976

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader / Dean x Cas

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Gabriel and Dean were still in the same crappy bar as before. Cas had stepped out after Gabriel shared the vision on how his relationship with you started. Gabriel had half expected Dean to be the one that needed some space but instead it was Cas. The other angel apparently just couldn’t process everything was spoon fed to him. Gabriel couldn't fault him. It didn’t matter that Gabriel didn’t have (nor would have for that matter) children of his own, he understood that this had to be hard for Dean and Cas. 

Dean was, meanwhile, halfway through another shittiy beer. He had low key flirted with a few of the bar tenders but stopped when Gabriel started calling him a man whore and asking how Cas would take this? 

Dean looked up to see the archangel glaring at him again. Gabriel wasn’t the normal Gabriel that Dean knew. Instead, he was being exactly what Dean expected an archangel to be. He was cold, angry, and didn’t find anything amusing. 

“You know Gabe, I have in my own weird way accepted that I won’t be getting rid of you.” 

Gabriel rolled his eyes. 

“Would you like an award?”

Dean smirked. 

“I like you better when you are annoying. When you are acting all archangel like...you are kind of a drag.” 

Gabriel smirked at that. 

“If you want I can put you back into a genital herpes commercial again or let you see what the black death was really like for the mid evil people?”

Dean shook his head. 

“Hell no on both! What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Gabriel shrugged. 

“Hell, I don’t know. I haven’t seen the woman that I love in a few weeks. When she talks to me its like we are on different sides of the planet.  Wait, haven’t we had this discussion?”

Dean shrugged. 

“Just trying to help. Guess I don’t make a good shrink.”

Gabriel lightly laughed as Dean’s phone rang. 

“No, don’t quit your day job.”

Gabriel leaned back into his seat as Dean began his conversation with whoever called him. The moment that Dean sat up straight and started asking what the hell happened? Gabriel knew that something was wrong. Dean’s eyes rolled up to Gabriel. 

“We’ll be there in a second.” 

Dean growled before hanging up. 

“What?”

Gabriel immediately asked. Dean motioned to the door.

“Something happened. Apparently Y/n and Sam went on a hunt and she got hurt. Sam says its bad. We have to get to the hospital quick! You have to perform some holy magic to save my kid! I need to get a hold of Cas…”

Gabriel didn’t ask any questions before he reached out to Dean to get to the hospital quicker than flying.  

When Dean’s world stopped spinning, he stood in the middle of a busy hospital ward. People rushed around him, not seeming to care about how he made an entrance. Dean quickly turned to see Gabriel muttering quietly to Cas, The other angel looked ready to cut someone's head off. 

“What happened, Dean?”

Cas growled. Dean shrugged.

“All I know is Y/n and Sam went hunting.” 

Cas moaned. 

“How surprising! Sam!” 

Cas practically yelled  the younger Winchester’s name when Sam walked out of a room. Dean’s mouth fell seeing his younger brother’s arm in a sling. Sam pressed his lips together. The last thing that he wanted to do was face his brother and two highly pissed off angels but he had to. They deserved to know the truth.

“Guys…”

He started but stopped the moment that Gabriel slammed him against the wall. 

“What he hell were you thinking? Taking her hunting when we specifically said no! You better start answering my questions!” 

Cas stepped forward and put a hand on Gabriel’s back. 

“Choking him out won’t get us anything.” 

Gabriel slowly let go of Sam’s shirt and in a gesture of apology healed Sam’s broken arm. 

“Thanks. Look, we were after some ghosts. We went into this house and Michael was there. Some angels knocked me out cold. Apparently Y/n was with Michael. I don’t know what happened but he threw her out a window. She is hurt really bad. The doctors won’t tell me much but she has a broken back and bleeding on the brain. Dean I would have never…”

Dean held a hand up. 

“Where’s a doctor? They are going to tell me something?” 

Sam motioned to the doctor that was typing way on a computer. Dean lightly elbowed Cas and started walking over. The older man didn’t look up when Dean stopped in front of him. 

“Can I help you?”

He asked routinely. Dean cleared his throat. 

“Yeah, you can help me alright. I need to know what is going on with my daughter. You wouldn't talk to her uncle but you are going to talk to me. I want answers and I want to see my kid.” 

The doctor looked up. 

“This isn’t the pediatric floor, sir.” 

Dean rolled his eyes. 

“My daughter’s name is Y/n Winchester. She was brought in here for an accident. I don’t have a lot of answers and if you don’t start giving them to me it is going to be ugly.” 

The doctor frowned. 

“You are Y/n Winchester’s father?” 

Cas nodded. He quietly adjusted the doctor’s vision so the man would see just who Dean actually was. 

“We both are. We want to see our daughter.” 

Cas continued. The doctor shut the laptop that he was working on. 

“My apologies. Your daughter is very ill. She was brought in after some kind of accident. I personally haven’t seen anyone live through whatever it was that happened to her. Y/n has a broken back, half of her ribs are broken, and there is a bleeding on her brain. We were going to try relive the swelling but it was too dangerous. The next 24 hours will determine if we can do anything to help her. If you follow me, I’ll take you to her room.” 

Dean tried not to internally panic with the information that he was given. He knew that Gabriel and Cas would be able to save you. That didn’t stop him from grieving. He hated knowing that you were in pain and he couldn’t do anything to save you! He was your father. He was supposed to save you...and he failed.” 

“Dean, she will be fine.”

Cas stated softly. He knew exactly what Dean was thinking at the moment. Dean’s green eyes rolled up to Cas’ face. 

“We should have taken her with us.” 

Cas sighed. 

“Maybe so. For now, we shouldn’t question our previous actions. We need to worry about our child.” 

Cas’ attention turned to Gabriel. The archangel looked ready to burn the world down. 

“Gabriel…”

“Just get me to her.” 

Was all Gabriel could get out. Cas decided that trying to reason with Gabriel was probably useless. If Cas needed any proof of Gabriel’s devotion to you then this was the perfect moment. 

Walking into the hospital room, it took all Gabriel, Dean, Cas had not to fall apart. The sight of you broken and hooked up to so many machines was the worst thing imaginable! 

Dean quickly walked to the bed and put a hand on the side of your face. When you didn’t react to his touch, Dean had fight back a sob. 

“Sweetheart, you are gonna be just fine. Gabriel is going to heal you right up then you are getting the lecture of a lifetime!.” 

Gabriel had quickly taken his place on the other side of your bed. His golden eyes looked completely devastated. Dean didn’t have to look up to know that Gabriel was going through some PTSD fueled mania at the moment. 

“Gabriel?”

Dean said his name carefully. Gabriel didn’t blink. His eyes were focused on your face. He tried to memorize everything that he already knew about you. What if he couldn't save you? Gabriel would never be able to be “sane” again. If team free will thought that he was in a bad state after Ketch saved him from Asmodeus..they hadn’t seen anything yet!  

“Gabriel.”

Dean said Gabriel’s name a little louder. The archangel snapped up. Dean looked at him with an expression of sympathy and desperation. 

“Please...please save my little girl.”

Cas hadn’t moved from his place by the door. He looked like he was too in shock to really intervene and do any saving himself. 

“You can do it, Gabe.”

Dean added, weakly. His own grip on reality was slowly fading. Dean didn’t know how long he would be able to function! 

He wasn’t even able to look up as Gabriel’s eyes began to glow. Dean was motionless for a few moments. What if Gabriel couldn’t save you? Would Dean be strong enough to bury his own child? He didn’t think so. 

The moment that you gasped, Dean’s eyes snapped open. You were looking around with wide eyes. Dean had never been so happy to see “his” own eyes looking back at him. 

“Sweetheart!”

Dean managed to get out before wrapping his arms around you. Gabriel was slowly moving all of the tubes away. He was trying to be nice and let Dean have some time with you at first but with each passing second Gabriel was ready to shove him away! 

You, meanwhile, coughed when Gabriel removed the tube that was going down your throat. 

“Dad, Cas, Gabriel what are you three doing here? Wait, where am I?”

Dean and Gabriel exchanged looks.

“You are in the hospital.” 

Cas stated calmly as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Gabriel quickly climbed onto the bed beside you and took you into his arms. You snuggled against Gabriel’s chest and breathed in his scent. God, you had missed him! 

“Y/n, what were you thinking? He could have killed you!” 

Dean finally snapped. You winced at how loud his voice seemed. Whether it be your head bashing into concrete or all of the drugs that you had been given...you had a splitting headache. Dean’s voice screeching about Micheal. 

Gabriel finally decided to speak.

“I told you not to do anything stupid.”

You finally looked up to your boyfriend’s face.

“Well, I wasn’t intending on going against Michael or calling him a girl.”

“WHAT?”

Gabriel snapped. You winced and put a hand on your forehead. 

“Gabe, I love you but will you and dad stop yelling? You could both break a mirror right now.”

Dean muttered a bunch of curse words under his breath. 

“You’re lucky that I am not trying to break your neck for that stunt.”

Gabriel hated ganging up on you but at the moment you had to see why he was so upset! 

“Y/n that was dumb.” 

You threw your arms up. 

“I punched him and I think that I sliced his face with the angel blade I had in my hand. He started screaming like a bitch then I called him a girl. After that I woke up here wanting pancakes.” 

Gabriel put a hand over his face. He wanted to stop the sarcasm from coming out if at all possible.

“You’re lucky that you are not a pancake!” 

Too late ...Gabriel thought with a smirk. Dean quickly sat down across from you. 

“Here’s what's going to happen little lady. You are coming home and resting! No more hunting or whatever it is the two of you do and for the love of god don’t tell me! Gabriel, get her home and keep an eye on her!” 

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